Getting a bit daring

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Renee,
I love the picture of your legs while you were bathing. Last time I had bubble bath (since sometime around the age of 3) my hairy legs looks pretty unappetizing! Besides, with my luck I'd drop the camera in the drink!

Happy New Year, my dear. Keep getting more daring!

Woody
 
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Renee,
I love the picture of your legs while you were bathing. Last time I had bubble bath (since sometime around the age of 3) my hairy legs looks pretty unappetizing! Besides, with my luck I'd drop the camera in the drink!

Happy New Year, my dear. Keep getting more daring!

Woody

Hey Woody!!

Thanks for the note. I'll send you a message soon.

💙
 
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She plopped herself on the couch; he looked up from his newspaper. He grabbed his glass of water and continued to watch her.

"Can I be candid with you?" she said.

"Of course," he replied.

"I like you. I know you are smart, sometimes funny, and have a very odd sense of humor. I know I don't speak your language of euphemisms and what not. But I certainly know how to be a smart ass and get myself into trouble with my mouth." she stops and chuckles to herself.

He puts the newspaper on the edge of the couch and takes a drink of water.

She inhales and continues, "I really enjoy what conversations we have in passing. The times our paths cross. I know you don't let many people in, and I understand that. I want you to know that I'm not looking for anything more than just friendship with you. We are polar opposites of each other. I'm definitely," she paused, "not your type."

He sat there and looked at her as he rubbed his chin.

She got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. "Thanks for letting me say this. I'm going to make those chocolate chip cookies you like so well."

He raised his one eyebrow. "You need any help?" he asked.

She tossed the bag of milk chocolate chips at him. "If you promise to keep your shirt on."

He rolled his eyes at her and got up from the couch.
 
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She plopped herself on the couch; he looked up from his newspaper. He grabbed his glass of water and continued to watch her.

"Can I be candid with you?" she said.

"Of course," he replied.

"I like you. I know you are smart, sometimes funny, and have a very odd sense of humor. I know I don't speak your language of euphemisms and what not. But I certainly know how to be a smart ass and get myself into trouble with my mouth." she stops and chuckles to herself.

He puts the newspaper on the edge of the couch and takes a drink of water.

She inhales and continues, "I really enjoy what conversations we have in passing. The times our paths cross. I know you don't let many people in, and I understand that. I want you to know that I'm not looking for anything more than just friendship with you. We are polar opposites of each other. I'm definitely," she paused, "not your type."

He sat there and looked at her as rubbed his chin.

She got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. "Thanks for letting me say this. I'm going to make those chocolate chip cookies you like so well."

He raised his one eyebrow. "You need any help?" he asked.

She tossed the bag of milk chocolate chips at him. "If you promise to keep your shirt on."

He rolled his eyes at her and got up from the couch.

My type or not, I definitely like cookies.
 
She plopped herself on the couch; he looked up from his newspaper. He grabbed his glass of water and continued to watch her.

"Can I be candid with you?" she said.

"Of course," he replied.

"I like you. I know you are smart, sometimes funny, and have a very odd sense of humor. I know I don't speak your language of euphemisms and what not. But I certainly know how to be a smart ass and get myself into trouble with my mouth." she stops and chuckles to herself.

He puts the newspaper on the edge of the couch and takes a drink of water.

She inhales and continues, "I really enjoy what conversations we have in passing. The times our paths cross. I know you don't let many people in, and I understand that. I want you to know that I'm not looking for anything more than just friendship with you. We are polar opposites of each other. I'm definitely," she paused, "not your type."

He sat there and looked at her as rubbed his chin.

She got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. "Thanks for letting me say this. I'm going to make those chocolate chip cookies you like so well."

He raised his one eyebrow. "You need any help?" he asked.

She tossed the bag of milk chocolate chips at him. "If you promise to keep your shirt on."

He rolled his eyes at her and got up from the couch.

I like the way your mind works. Subtle yet wide open.
 
She plopped herself on the couch; he looked up from his newspaper. He grabbed his glass of water and continued to watch her.

"Can I be candid with you?" she said.

"Of course," he replied.

"I like you. I know you are smart, sometimes funny, and have a very odd sense of humor. I know I don't speak your language of euphemisms and what not. But I certainly know how to be a smart ass and get myself into trouble with my mouth." she stops and chuckles to herself.

He puts the newspaper on the edge of the couch and takes a drink of water.

She inhales and continues, "I really enjoy what conversations we have in passing. The times our paths cross. I know you don't let many people in, and I understand that. I want you to know that I'm not looking for anything more than just friendship with you. We are polar opposites of each other. I'm definitely," she paused, "not your type."

He sat there and looked at her as he rubbed his chin.

She got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. "Thanks for letting me say this. I'm going to make those chocolate chip cookies you like so well."

He raised his one eyebrow. "You need any help?" he asked.

She tossed the bag of milk chocolate chips at him. "If you promise to keep your shirt on."

He rolled his eyes at her and got up from the couch.

If this is what you can turn out when you can’t sleep, I look forward to your next story, or the continuation of this. It is so good.
 
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