Stormy Springs...Another installment of the Lit Soap Opera
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Niether Rocky nor Stormy will come to the conclusion that it is best to leave thier personal lives in the privacy of thier own mailbox, and continue to spew hatred toward one another, and then get mad at those of us who even attempt to give them some helpful advice telling us its none of our business?
Now this is getting interesting...
Ya'll, don't really think I would get mad, huh? Like I already said, I can't or won't flame anyone for speaking their minds. This is what I like about this place, you get feed back, good or bad....and then it's on to the next problem, joke, compliment, opinion or whatever.
I gotta say that the title, "Stormy Springs", was a good one. LOL. Think I'll sit back now and let ya'll have at me for a while. Go ahead, I can take it....oh wait, let me light up first. Ok, fire away.
Ya'll, don't really think I would get mad, huh? Like I already said, I can't or won't flame anyone for speaking their minds. This is what I like about this place, you get feed back, good or bad....and then it's on to the next problem, joke, compliment, opinion or whatever.
I gotta say that the title, "Stormy Springs", was a good one. LOL. Think I'll sit back now and let ya'll have at me for a while. Go ahead, I can take it....oh wait, let me light up first. Ok, fire away.
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With a flick of her hair and an indignant huff, Stormy stormed off to sulk. Rocky Springs looks both concerned and indifferent. Stormy turns to glare over her shoulder and slowly lifts a glass of wine to her deep red lips. She turns the glass up and downs the entire contents in one gulp then slings the glass against a photo taken of the two of them during happier times. The imagery was not lost on Rocky, as the dregs of the red wine slipped down his side of the portrait, resembling blood on his face.
Stormy breathed deeply, and her bosom heaved up and down hypnotically. Rocky's eyes were drawn to her cleavage, and then to her face. The anger was visible in her eyes. This excited him to no end. He had to have her now.
Rocky stepped to where stormy stood and touched her shoulder. She jerked away.
"Don't touch me, you bastard!!"
"But, dear, this fight wasn't MY fault. You know how you get at this time of the month."
"GET OUT!" she screamed.
Rocky stood his ground.
"I SAID GET OUT!!"
Rocky grabbed her by the arms and forcibly turned her around, then planted a kiss full on her lips. She tightened up ever so slightly, then the tension eased from her body, starting at her shoulders and going down her body. We leave them as one of Stormy's feet draw up in obvious pleasure at the kiss.
Stormy breathed deeply, and her bosom heaved up and down hypnotically. Rocky's eyes were drawn to her cleavage, and then to her face. The anger was visible in her eyes. This excited him to no end. He had to have her now.
Rocky stepped to where stormy stood and touched her shoulder. She jerked away.
"Don't touch me, you bastard!!"
"But, dear, this fight wasn't MY fault. You know how you get at this time of the month."
"GET OUT!" she screamed.
Rocky stood his ground.
"I SAID GET OUT!!"
Rocky grabbed her by the arms and forcibly turned her around, then planted a kiss full on her lips. She tightened up ever so slightly, then the tension eased from her body, starting at her shoulders and going down her body. We leave them as one of Stormy's feet draw up in obvious pleasure at the kiss.
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With a word like "bosom" it has to be good. Thanks.
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Sorry to interrupt
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Rocky turned away from the interchange. No way was he going to apologize! It was about time Stormy learned who wore the pants around here...
Stormy grabbed Rocky by his arms and spun him around to face her, which took him by complete suprise.
"I'm still waiting!"
"And you can continue to wait. I'll be at my brother's. Don't bother calling, unless YOU have something to say to ME first."
Rocky walked to the door, and flung it open with dramatic flair. We see the pain raging in his face as he turns to leave, throwing a nice yellow sweater over his shoulder. He thinks about slamming the door on his way out, but knows that that would only show her how she had affected him. He gently pulls the door closed and leans in to it. He presses his face against the door, and rubs his hands up the glass pane. Finally tiring of torturing himself, he turns and leaves.
Stormy looks at the door for a long time with rage still in her face. As she comes to the realization that he is gone, truly gone, she breaks and a sob exits her heaving bosom.
Stormy grabbed Rocky by his arms and spun him around to face her, which took him by complete suprise.
"I'm still waiting!"
"And you can continue to wait. I'll be at my brother's. Don't bother calling, unless YOU have something to say to ME first."
Rocky walked to the door, and flung it open with dramatic flair. We see the pain raging in his face as he turns to leave, throwing a nice yellow sweater over his shoulder. He thinks about slamming the door on his way out, but knows that that would only show her how she had affected him. He gently pulls the door closed and leans in to it. He presses his face against the door, and rubs his hands up the glass pane. Finally tiring of torturing himself, he turns and leaves.
Stormy looks at the door for a long time with rage still in her face. As she comes to the realization that he is gone, truly gone, she breaks and a sob exits her heaving bosom.
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Rocky runs to the whimpering he hears, half expecting to see a strangled cat. Looking down at the bleeding and bewildered Stormy, Rocky's heart melts. He picks her up and we see the muscles in his back ripple underneath his t-shirt. I don't know why he's wearing a t-shirt in the snow. This is a soap opera, it doesn't have to make sense. He walks to the door, and pushes it open with an equally muscled leg.
"We will never get you to the hospital in this weather, with me in these clothes. I'll have to operate myself. Let me go get a bottle of vodka, and when you are good and hopped up, I'll take a pen knife, slice open your titty, repair the implant with scotch guard, and blow it up with a bicycle pump, then close you up with non sanitary fishing line. OK?"
"Ok, dear, if you think it is for the best, kiss me first."
He did.
She could now die happy.
The vodka flowed for the next two hours, as Stormy lay hurting, wondering if she would live, wondering why she couldn't make it to the hospital with only two inches of snow on the ground.
"We will never get you to the hospital in this weather, with me in these clothes. I'll have to operate myself. Let me go get a bottle of vodka, and when you are good and hopped up, I'll take a pen knife, slice open your titty, repair the implant with scotch guard, and blow it up with a bicycle pump, then close you up with non sanitary fishing line. OK?"
"Ok, dear, if you think it is for the best, kiss me first."
He did.
She could now die happy.
The vodka flowed for the next two hours, as Stormy lay hurting, wondering if she would live, wondering why she couldn't make it to the hospital with only two inches of snow on the ground.
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Let me wrap it up...
With my next post. Ok??
With my next post. Ok??
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Stormy passed out on the kitchen table, and Rocky picked up a really dull butter knife. He approached Stormy's form lying immoble where the two of them had salisbury steak just hours ago. He could still smell the savory sauce. No that was Stormy he was smelling. He looked down at his fallen angel, and thought "Every rose has it's thorn." Where did the Poison references come from?
He took the butter knife in his hand and plunged it deeply into her tit, or so he thought. The edge of the butter knife bounced off of her chest and rebounded back with incredible force. The handle of the knife landed deeply within his left eye. Rocky went aroung the kitchen screaming in pain. He pulled the handle from his eye and a white gooey liquid rolled down his cheek. He leaned down and wiped his cheek on Stormy's skirt and straightened himself. He wondered if he would ever forgive her for his loss of eyesight in that eye. Yes, he blamed her, and her leaky bosom.
Rocky made his way up to the play room that the two of them made available to the local orphanage whenever ratings took a dip and searched out the one item that would help him. He threw toys all over the room and located the object at the bottom of a pile of fluffy toys. He brushed the dried jelly off of it and tried it on. He went to the mirror to see how he looked. Rocky decided he would make a good pirate.
Rocky made his way back to the kitchen and looked down at the sleeping form lying on the table. He remembered the task at hand and decided to use a sharper object. A good steak knife would get the job done. He went to Stormy and plunged the knife deep in her tit, again. Again the knife rebounded. This time however, Rocky wouldn't be lucky this time. The knife turned in a weird, soap opera kind of way and plunged itself into Rocky's shoulder. He collapsed on top of Stormy. Blood coursed down on to her. The warmth woke her enough to see what had happened. She screamed a long, soap opera scream. What had happened, she wondered?
Stormy sat up, still drunk, and Rocky's immoble body fell to the kitchen floor. Just then the police detective from Stormy Springs rang the door bell to collect toys for the orphanage. He somehow hadn't heard Stormy's blood curdling yell, even though he was on the stoop. Stormy went to the door, one tit a floppin and blood all over her body. When she opened the door, she realized her mistake.
"Turn and place your hands on the wall, ma'am."
"Officer, I didn't do anything, my friend was going to do surgery to fix my titty, and somehow he ended up killing himself."
"Ma'am, how much crack have you smoked tonight?"
"I don't smoke crack!"
"Right."
"I don't!"
"Right."
"Really, I don't!"
"Right."
"I am still going to have to take you downtown. Hands behind your back, crack head." said the handsome detective.
"Damn...just damn."
He took the butter knife in his hand and plunged it deeply into her tit, or so he thought. The edge of the butter knife bounced off of her chest and rebounded back with incredible force. The handle of the knife landed deeply within his left eye. Rocky went aroung the kitchen screaming in pain. He pulled the handle from his eye and a white gooey liquid rolled down his cheek. He leaned down and wiped his cheek on Stormy's skirt and straightened himself. He wondered if he would ever forgive her for his loss of eyesight in that eye. Yes, he blamed her, and her leaky bosom.
Rocky made his way up to the play room that the two of them made available to the local orphanage whenever ratings took a dip and searched out the one item that would help him. He threw toys all over the room and located the object at the bottom of a pile of fluffy toys. He brushed the dried jelly off of it and tried it on. He went to the mirror to see how he looked. Rocky decided he would make a good pirate.
Rocky made his way back to the kitchen and looked down at the sleeping form lying on the table. He remembered the task at hand and decided to use a sharper object. A good steak knife would get the job done. He went to Stormy and plunged the knife deep in her tit, again. Again the knife rebounded. This time however, Rocky wouldn't be lucky this time. The knife turned in a weird, soap opera kind of way and plunged itself into Rocky's shoulder. He collapsed on top of Stormy. Blood coursed down on to her. The warmth woke her enough to see what had happened. She screamed a long, soap opera scream. What had happened, she wondered?
Stormy sat up, still drunk, and Rocky's immoble body fell to the kitchen floor. Just then the police detective from Stormy Springs rang the door bell to collect toys for the orphanage. He somehow hadn't heard Stormy's blood curdling yell, even though he was on the stoop. Stormy went to the door, one tit a floppin and blood all over her body. When she opened the door, she realized her mistake.
"Turn and place your hands on the wall, ma'am."
"Officer, I didn't do anything, my friend was going to do surgery to fix my titty, and somehow he ended up killing himself."
"Ma'am, how much crack have you smoked tonight?"
"I don't smoke crack!"
"Right."
"I don't!"
"Right."
"Really, I don't!"
"Right."
"I am still going to have to take you downtown. Hands behind your back, crack head." said the handsome detective.
"Damn...just damn."
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"I did, but thanks to aspartame, I was cloned, and my memories were refreshed with stupid black and white flashbacks. Now what seems to be the problem here? Why am I not at a hospital saving lives? I am? Oh, never mind."
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