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It certainly is the damnedest thing, Ms. Serpentine, and yet we keep running back to its arms. Glad that things are settling themselves for you.

Ms Starry Eyed has yet to wade into the remnants of yesterday's gifts, still less today's breakfast, so there is plenty to eat and drink still. May I offer you anything?
 
Ugggghhhhh *trudges over to tea tray, whilst producing more zombie-like noises* Can you offer to finish my coursework for me? I will love you forever and ever and ever and ever *collapses*

Toast and nutella, please?
 
Coming up, young Miss. And I shall happily finish your coursework for you, though I am somewhat concerned at the implication. Surely you have left school?
 
Apropos of nothing much.

So. Caught a glimpse of a newspaper in a shop window. It was the Daily Star. The headline was something like:

PEACHES GELDOF ADDICTED TO SUICIDE GIRLS WEBSITE.

Somewhere in Hell, Satan is preparing a room just for the person who wrote that line - Here's hoping it's not a long wait.

Seriously though - some people shouldn't be allowed to use words.
 
Just finished BioShock. Kind of found the ending strangely climactic.

has cake to get over the disappointment
 
drops by with a tin of 'Yorkshire' tea and some fruit cake

Sorry to hear about the fight lovely. Long distance love is hard. I know this from experience.

hugs a pretty girl
 
drops by with a tin of 'Yorkshire' tea and some fruit cake

Sorry to hear about the fight lovely. Long distance love is hard. I know this from experience.

hugs a pretty girl


hugs a prettier one back

Thanks. Sometimes my mouth just goes into motion before my brain is in gear. Oh my god, fruit cake... You're an angel. I shall nom that while I choose something to watch now on Netflix.

We'll be fine. Only another month until I have him here in my arms, and the mouth-in-motion will hopefully be a lot more pleasant.
 
hugs a prettier one back

Thanks. Sometimes my mouth just goes into motion before my brain is in gear. Oh my god, fruit cake... You're an angel. I shall nom that while I choose something to watch now on Netflix.

We'll be fine. Only another month until I have him here in my arms, and the mouth-in-motion will hopefully be a lot more pleasant.

Oh I've been guilty of that more times than I care to admit.

blushes with a guilty grin

He'll be there before you know it and when you're together, everything's always better.

nods knowingly, sneaking a slice of the cake

And you're welcome! Fruit cake is a wondrous thing, and better when it's shared.
 
I like the ending of Infinite better than 1, personally.


I meant anticlimactic actually... Stupid typos. But yeah, I wasn't overly impressed by the final fight or the ending. Kind of feel let down.

It's weird. I'm at a bit of a loss now. Don't know what to do next.
 
I meant anticlimactic actually... Stupid typos. But yeah, I wasn't overly impressed by the final fight or the ending. Kind of feel let down.

It's weird. I'm at a bit of a loss now. Don't know what to do next.

Infinite!

Or 2. I have 2, just got it while it was on sale, but I haven't played it yet.

So... Infinite!
 
N'aw, I've just caught up with this thread and *hugs the Irish girl* I would take the incredibly short plane journey right now and do that in person if I could! But accept the virtual one. My friend's having a few problems with her long-distance partner right now as well, but he'll be back soon, and love shall prevail!

You should go on to the second ;P And then Infinite! (Unless you've already played those?)

Oh and Des, I left school last year, but due to some misunderstandings I'm having to re-do part of this *sigh* It's getting there, thankfully. But why does there never seem to be enough tea in the world while you work?
 
makes a nice pot of earl grey tea for NB

Here you go. I hope it relaxes you. Haven't had the best day myself.

I gathered as much. :(

*pats PS on the back as she pours tea*

I'm sorry you had a fight with your boyfriend.

Here. :rose:

I know it's only virtual, but the wish to cheer you up
is real ebough. :heart:
 
It's now gone ten here. If I'm to drink tea, I shall want at least a 50:50 solution of whisky mixed with it.

<Picks delicately through discarded detritus of madeleines, devilled kidneys, scones and the sodden remnants of another dozen meals.>

Mavis! MAVIS! <The sullen scullery maid appears at last, a tell-tale trace of jam inking guilt across her steadfastly innocent expression.>

Ah, Mavis. Sorry to disturb your...erm...improving book (a trace of embarrassment here, for how could he fail to notice the rumpled skirt and loose suspender belt beneath the girl's starched uniform?)...ahem...but could you clear up here a little, please?

What's that? Miss Starry-Eyed told you to leave it here in case she was peckish later? Really? Even the mackerel heads in raspberry coulis?

Especially the mackerel heads...I see. Very well then, Mavis, thank you. I shall speak to Miss Starry-Eyed myself in the morning.

<Mavis turns on her exquisite heel, after a pause nicely calculated to be almost insulting without quite breaching her contract.>

Right. Well. I'll just squat here, in the chocolate box corner, and try to read the LRB in peace.
 
*suddenly jolts awake upon hearing mention of mackerel heads, spilling the cup of tea she was holding all over herself*

I fell asleep. I FELL ASLEEP. NAAARGGGHHH I NEED CAFFEINE AND, AND, MORE NUTELLA BECAUSE I'VE FINISHED THE JAR

*scampers forward, promptly trips on the myriad of food remains*

Why can't this work just be DONE already ARGH
 
A boy's first time

I never knew his name, but he knew mine and he'll never forget. You never forget your first. As I looked up at him it was his hair that struck me. Short. Blond. Set with gel in a kind of wedge shape with the apex over his right eye. I'm not much for hairstyles, but his was quite striking and so it stuck.

His eyes were blue, his lips were dry and he was chewing the bottom one, but it was obvious he had no idea about that. His cheeks were red and he was breathing hard. From time to time he fanned himself, but it wasn't warm in the room and neither was he. He was terrified. First times will do that to you.

He was scared of hurting me which was sweet. The older woman by his side had picked me for this honour, but he was her boy. She was going to be giving the guidance, telling him what to do and how to do it. When to be firm and when to be gentle. I was there to be penetrated, by her, by him - Who was doing it really? It was her, taking what she needed from me, she was just using the boy to do it.

And the boy was terrified. I was far from passive though. I encouraged him, I made a show of being eager for him. I'm no virgin after all. This kind of penetration is something I'm well used to, but I've never been anyone's first. He's scared he'll hurt me but I laugh at that idea. He's young. He has no idea how resilient we are. Yes, if he gets it wrong I may bleed a little, but the thing he's preparing to slide into me... Lets just say I'll be surprised if I feel much at all. I've taken bigger things than that inside my body. I grin at him. The boy's concern is touching, but he has no idea...

For a moment he's ready to run away it seems. The woman with him smiles forgivingly at him. It's ok, she says. You don't have to if you don't want...

"You do have to", I tell him. "Now? Later? Eventually you'll have to do this and this is what it will feel like, however long you wait." He knows I'm right. It's time.

If I hadn't known, I'd never have guessed I was his first. He slides it into me smoothly and steadily and I was right, I hardly felt a thing. "Is it in yet?" I ask and we laugh together, the three of us. He doesn't look nervous now. His face is still red, but now he's excited, pleased with himself. He'll never be scared of this again, and no matter how many come after me, he'll never forget. First times are special like that.

I lie back and flex my buttocks as they've told me to. I move around, flex my fingers and toes. The boy and the woman walk away. They have others to attend to. I look around me. About a dozen couches fill the hall, roughly half of them occupied, from time to time a name is called and another couch is filled. I see a young girl in leggings and a tartan skirt. Her severe black spectacles and vivid red lipstick take all my attention. Maybe the boy will see to her now. I know he'll be gentle....

Soon it's over and I get up and walk to the far side of the hall. I sit down and accept the traditional cup of tea and biscuits, and that's it. We're done. I walk out of there, a pint of blood lighter. The boy has lost something harder to define...

That's right, it was a blood donor session. What did you think I was talking about?
 
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