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I've got a few suggestions.

*slow laugh* I know you do.

We do need to exercise ~~your tongue~~ our willpower too! *Smiles big*

~~My tongue~~ My willpower could always use the exercising. So what do we do with the pickle then? ~~Exercise something else?~~

I think we could find some interesting things to do with the pickle. Or throw it aside and use other things. *Winks, chuckling*

*smirks and thinks* We could. OH! Can we play with the new one?

Well after night I don't know if its new but we can play with it all you want! *chuckles* Whoa...deja vu.

*laughs* Come on, lets go dig out the Twister board and the new toy.

You know me so well. *Chuckles, leans in and nips her neck*

*smirks and grabs him, walking backwards back into the bedroom*

Practice tying the stems for either into double knots with your tongue....or better yet tie the two stems together. It is sure to impress. *grins*

Edited 2008-06-30 04:34 (UTC)

That takes some serious fucking talent. I'm lucky enough to be able to pull the damn cherry off the stem, even then it seems to be a challenge to keep the thing in my mouth.

You should talk to my husband. He was the one who taught me how to do that. *smirk*

Seriously? *laughs* He doesn't strike me as the type. He seems like the type to teach women how to be more ladylike. Lost cause for me.

Oh, he does that. There is a saying that originated at the Court of Louis..."A Lady at Court, and a fabulous whore in the beadroom..."

As for you not being a Lady....I think you would surprise yourself. Being ladylike on occassion is a boon - but at all times it becomes a prudish hinderance.

Oh I got half that down pat.

Me? Lady? Acting ladylike? Most ladylike thing I do is use my tits to get a free cab ride. Anyways, I would scare even myself if I acted like a lady evening on occasion.

Eat them. It's food, fer god sake.

Edited 2008-06-30 04:54 (UTC)

Yeuch. Together?! No, I was thinking of...other stuff.

Yeah, well, ain't my fault ya ain't getting enough. Pickle's are just too briny for that shit. And cherry's pretty ineffective.

I shouldn't need more. 7 times in 4 hours is...you're right. I need more.

I hear Athena can give women back their cherries, and a pickle is no worse than some dildos.

Neither one's ever gonna be more than food for me. So that's my suggestion.

Yeah, you're right.

How ya doing, baby?

*shrugs* Fine. Gonna try working some tonight.

Oh! So I have my plane booked. I leave on Tuesday. I have a few things to do in Tuscany and Brindisi, but that will only take a day or two. I should be there on Wedneday.

Wednesday's good. But yeah, I should definitely work. Otherwise, that parta ya trip be a waste.

*face goes serious*

Yeah. Are you sure everything is okay?

Yeah. It's fine.

*pulls his face to look at her square in the eyes*

I call fucking bullshit, Bobby. What's going on?

*shrugs* Just one of those days.

Talk to me.

Ain't nothing to talk 'bout. Just suffering from a little isolation.

By who? Leo?

The whole fucking world. Ain't even seen him today, so no clue.

Well you obviously forgot about me. I never went anywhere. *urges him to smile by canting her head and grinning*

Didn't forget. Just trying to keep my shit from spilling over.

Fuck that. You know I'm here for you and you're here for me. Partnership, remember? The cup can runneth over for all I fucking care, Bobby because I'm your friend, and that doesn't have boundaries.

*nods and blushes at the reminder* Yeah, I know, honey. I'm just feeling a little anti-social, ya know. Creative artist type and all that shit. Think I really just need a few drinks, a hit on the head, and some communing with nature.

*grins* Fine to feel anti-social sometimes, and I'll happily help with obliging those once I get to Italy. But in the meantime, we have the phone so if you need to talk more, call me, okay?

Yeah, honey, I will. Think I'm gonna go the drinking and playing with powertools route tonight. But thanks, Zee, for the offer.