Just one paragraph

[Foxee Browne]

Write just one paragraph. Only 1 rule, you must start where the last person began, where you take the paragraph is up to you. The next person must continue on from there. This could make some very interesting reading!

 

[drksideofthemoon]

The rain came down in sheets as Chris walked back to her car. It was the perfect start of another perfect day. Two hours spent getting ready for an interview only to have her hair destroyed by the rain. On top of that, the bastard had already filled the position she had applied for, and hadn't had the simple courtesy to call her. No, instead, she had gotten ready, driven downtown, sat waiting for almost an hour for the fat bastard to tell her that the job had been given to a more qualified canditate. She had seen the winning candidate. The only qualifications she had was a pair of tits that came in a box.

 

[Guest]

Wouldn't be the first time. Chris sighed, her hands on the wheel of her twelve year old hatchback, her head resting on the horn. She had a sudden urge to start banging her head on the horn - at least it would relieve a little frustration. Instead, she turned the key in the ignition. Click, click. Dammit! Now the wipers wouldn't work. Damn thing was dying a slow painful death right out from underneath her. Maybe if her tits came from a box she could afford something a little nicer, something that actually came with a warranty.

 

[Foxee Browne]

Chris got out of her wreck of a car and went into the coffee shop, wet, disheveled and angry. She could not believe that ‘Silicone Sally’ had gotten the coveted head assistant position. ‘Hmmppphhh, the only head position she will be filling is the one between Fat Bastards knee.’ She plopped herself onto the stool at the counter and got a cup of hot coffee and opened the paper to the classified ads. Not one single decent job was listed, but there were a lot of escort and entertainer jobs available. Could she ever lower herself to take one? Or would she rather starve first?

 

[pop_54]

No Chris wasn't going to starve, of that she was certain... 'Damn my luck, damn that fat bastard, damn and hell to that plastic titted whore who got the job'... Chris found herself welling up with anger one minute, and near breakdown the next... She sipped her coffee, crap coffee, instant coffee, Chris hated instant coffee... She studied the jobs vacant column again, nothing, not a thing she was qualified to do other then the escort agency ad's... 'No I can't, surely I can't', she told herself over and over...

 

[poppy1963]

Chris had no idea where the closest car repair station was in this part of town. It was raining pretty hard and so it didn't seem like such a smart idea to try driving around town to find one. She got out of her car and went to look over the 4th floor garage level and see if she could see something. This was not a productive activity and exasperated she turned around and leaned back against the railing with a big frustrated sigh. "FUCK!!!", she kind of yelled out as she noticed a youngish man step off the elevator and look up a bit surprised. He saw Chris and kind of grinned. "Having trouble?" he asked with slow smile.

(It's hard to keep it at a paragraph when one adds dialogue....What to do? What to do? )

 

[pop_54]

(It's hard to keep it at a paragraph when one adds dialogue....What to do? What to do? )[/QUOTE]

Sorry to hi-jack... Write it paper book style not literotica style, you only need to paragraph dialogue separately for computer screen reading

 

[i812]

The rain came down in sheets as Chris walked back to her car. It was the perfect start of another perfect day. Two hours spent getting ready for an interview only to have her hair destroyed by the rain. On top of that, the bastard had already filled the position she had applied for, and hadn't had the simple courtesy to call her. No, instead, she had gotten ready, driven downtown, sat waiting for almost an hour for the fat bastard to tell her that the job had been given to a more qualified canditate. She had seen the winning candidate. The only qualifications she had was a pair of tits that came in a box.

In spite of her umbrella, Chris was soaking wet from the wind driven rain. She slipped off her high heeled shoes and walked the last block to her car in stocking feet. She wrestled with the umbrella as she pulled open the car door, and slid into the seat. Just as she began to put the key in the ignition she heard a noise in the back seat. She saw some movement in the rear view mirror and was horrified to see a head concealed by a black knit ski mask come into view. Before she could react his left arm wrapped around her neck and his right hand pressed the side of a wicked looking knife blade against her cheek. "Start the car and drive," he ordered.

You folks are way too fast for me. I'm going to have to staff up, if I plan to hang out in the AH.

 

[Foxee Browne]

The young man had a mop of golden brown hair, the curls falling over one eye. His eyes were a deep brown and his face was handsome in it’s own distinctive way. He was tall and wore the ragged jeans typical of men his age. He kept pushing his curls back from his face. Should she accept his help? What choice did she have at this point? “Yes my crappy old car just quit.” Chris said. “Know where I can get it fixed for a reasonable price?”

(paragraph can be one snippet of conversation.)

 

[drksideofthemoon]

eta: Deleted for Pop's post

 

[pop_54]

"Want me to take a look under the hood?... I know a bit", the young man enquired... "Oh would you", Chris replied studying the rather handsome young chap with his young features and shock of blonde hair.

(Edited to correct typo... I need to lay off this strong beer)

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

ETA this still works welll after pops...you're all too fucking quick!

He smiled lopsidedly, his hands looked well worn- strong hands she noted admiringly. He cleared his throat and she was shaken from her reverie- a blush colouring her cheeks as she realised where his hands were as she was looking at them. He blushed a little as well, unclasping his hands from in front of his crotch- shuffling his feet. ''let me see if i can help.'' he spoke after a moment of awkward silence. oh god, if he takes his t-shirt off i think i might die- oh the cliche! she thought to herself as he stepped closer and motioned for her to pop the bonet.

 

[TE999]

Deleted--type faster, type faster!

 

[pop_54]

"yea, why not... but not local they only do instant", Chris replied without hesitation, and quickly wondered if she were being a bit overly bold... 'To hell with it', she told herself... "Hop in the passenger side we'll go out of town", she continued.

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

"yea, why not... but not local they only do instant", Chris replied without hesitation, and quickly wondered if she were being a bit overly bold... 'To hell with it', she told herself... "Hop in the passenger side we'll go out of town", she continued.

''what about my car?'' he nodded over to a lotus in the corner. Chris's eyes widened at the sight.
''That's yours?!'' she asked a bit too forcefully. He chuckled softly.
''Yeah, cute isnt it?''
''Hot is probably a better way to describe it!''
He smiled and tossed his hair off his face again.
''I didnt get your name by the way...?'' he said slowly.

 

[TE999]

"It's Chris, Chris Crafft, and yours?"

"Bobby, Bobby Gentry, nice to meet you Chris."

"How can I thank you for rescuing me, Bobby?", Chris replied.

Bobby thought a moment.

"I'm sure we'll think of something. How about a drive on the beach road? We'll stop by the Barge Inn for some seafood."

"Sounds yummy," Chris replied. "Drive on my shining knight."

 

[Foxee Browne]

“Nice to met you Miss Crafft, I hope its Miss anyway.” Bobby said. “Yes it’s Miss and please call me Chris.” They walked over to his very expensive car and got inside and drove away. They drove down the coast to the inn, the silence between them comfortable. He pulled up to the obviously expensive restaurant and parked in front of the door. The doorman opened her door and assisted her out of the car. They were not dressed to go into such a nice place but nobody even gave them a second glace and they did not have to wait for a table either. Chris thought that was a bit odd, but she needed something good to happen to her for a change.

 

[poppy1963]

As Bobby and Chris were escorted to their table, Bobby was greeted warmly by many people and addressed by the wait staff as "sir". "Good evening, sir! Good to see you here again..." and "Hey, Bobby! How you been, man? Too long, Bob...too long!" Chris started to understand that Bobby was far from a stranger here at the Inn.

 

[TE999]

The maitere 'd suddenly appeared at their table.

"The chef is preparing your favorite tonight. Mr. Gentry."

Chris looked at Bobby questioningly.

"A seafood medley, a specialty of the house. You're going to love it," he replied to her unspoken question.

A bottle of wine was brought to the table and they drank a toast.

"To new friends," Bobby said.

"Maybe more than that," Chris replied, smiling.

 

[gauchecritic]

When suddenly, as if by magic, a stranger did appear at the Inn door. Wet and disheveled as he was, Chris recognised him instantly. It wasn't only the one piece western fringed outfit, or the white stetson from which depended the deepest black, almost blue fringe of escaping hair, neither the black mask that framed his cerulean eyes nor the buckskin clad Indian brave at his side.
"Who is that man?" she whispered...

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

Bobby looked over at the doorway before taking a sip of the wine. ''some old nutjob i imagine.'' he muttered as a waiter brought the typical bread and margerine in a basket and placed it on the table. Before he went away Bobby stopped him in his tracks, ''Paul, please tell my Uncle that i'm here, and that i shall speak with him when i am ready and not a moment sooner.'' the waiter nodded and left swiftly. Bobby observed Chris for a few moments, there were questions in her eyes- she was hungry for the answers. ''I'm the Lord of the Manor up the road, i'm well known here. I could tell you wanted to ask.'' He smiled as he picked up a piece of bread.

*edited*

 

[TE999]

"Drat! The chef has overcooked the mussels again," Bobby muttered.

"Have some more wine, That'll make you feel better. I like my men drunk and horny," Chris said with a smile.

Bobby smiled and raised the bottle to his lips.

"Chug-a-lug, sugar," he replied.

 

[Foxee Browne]

The good quality wine tasted so much better than the bitter coffee they had drank together earlier. 'A girl could get used to living like this' Chris thought. The food was much better than the canned soup and toast she would have had for her supper. 'Tonight I throw caution to the wind...'

 

[poppy1963]

Chris and Bobby continued with the wine. A dessert tray was brought out and they decided on a piece of cake called a "Mudslide". They would share it and it would be quite delicious with the wine. The Masked Man and the Tonto look-a-like were sitting at the bar...drinking whiskey and staring at Bobby and Chris. A trio of accordion players had shown up and were playing a rather awkward version of Lady of Spain. Chris started to feel like she had walked into a Twin Peaks episode. But it still beat the alternatives she faced at home.

 

[TE999]

Bobby dismissed the inept accordian players with a wave of his hand.

"Where are the strolling minstrels this evening?", he asked the maitere 'd.

"I gave them the evening off m'Lord," he responded. 'They had a chance to work the Harvest Festival in Nottinghamshire."

"Isn't that where the notorious Robin Hood hangs out?", Chris asked.

"Yes, but the Sheriff is hot on his tail," Bobby responded. "We'll catch the the elusive fox and skin him before his followers."

He smiled, took a sip of wine and crumpled to the floor.

"Looks as if the fox bit you," said Chris, smiling.