Blaire will try Mistress....
See that you do ....
... I am always watching, and nothing gets by Barb
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After The Rebellion Of 2014
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See that you do ....
... I am always watching, and nothing gets by Barb
gulp....then again I guess there isn't too much else for you to do...
No, not until my time on this cross is up, but then watch out!
astute observation, Blaire, but it was not Joan Tree's potion. It was a mix of distilled water, RR 7.4 Hour Energy Drink, and another commercially energy drink with a similar name...I'm more concerned about that funny tasting water...Why am I so horny??
Tree
...what, Ulrika??? Oh, RR 7.4 Hour Energy Drink is a mix of that 5 HXXX Energy Drink and squirrel piss... RR says it it is full of nut protein...
...no it hasn't been tested by the FDA and why is Blaire puking???
...Can we get back to Sir Wragg's interview...
Yep, sorry for the little hijack there...just wanted to get my two cents in....take it away Wragg.....
Barbaria, or whoever stole your password, that would hardly count as a hijack on CF...Yep, sorry for the little hijack there...just wanted to get my two cents in....take it away Wragg.....
Tree
...Tree is juiced on Seagram's and has Lou Reed on the CD player. Leo and I are going to write a bit and post more later...
Goodnight, sleep well, or good morning, wherever you are....
Say what you like...Tree knows how to give a girl a good time
A gas station
"So, Tree said to me "get your coat on, Ulrika, I'm taking you somewhere expensive tonight' "
"Ooo, where did you go?"
"The local gas station
"
good slave-girl that BlaireBlaire will try Mistress....
"So, Tree said to me "get your coat on, Ulrika, I'm taking you somewhere expensive tonight' "
"Ooo, where did you go?"
"The local gas station
For Tree that passes for "putting on the Ritz."
“How does this bastard know that is what I wanted to do? What the hell does it matter; I’ve nothing else to do. I look out at the night festival. There are a few interested in the three of us crucified on the mound but at the other end of the main drag they were holding a slave auction and that had most of the crowd’s attention. To placate the midway vendors there was a slave whipping contest halfway between the mound and the auction."
I pull out my pocket knife and clean the bowl of my pipe. The crowd thickens as the night goes on. The lovely Ulrika delivers me another gin and tonic. It tastes watered down; perhaps I am tipping a bit light. I make sure to add a bit to the stipend so I can ACTUAL TASTE THE GIN. I look up at Blaire and say “You’ve been crucified a bit more than 24 hours now with still another half day ahead of you. Do you have any real hope of making it to the morning?”
I groan. How the hell do I know if I will last another 12 hours? Do I really want to? So I ignore his last question and answer his first request- how did my day go.
The night with its heavy fog was lonely and frightening. I think Barbaria and Messa slept and I may have for a bit. As daylight broke one concession stand opened and the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the air. I thought about getting a cup before realizing that wasn’t possible.
Through most of the day the crowds were thin at best. The air was hot and close until midafternoon when the clouds thickened and a line of thunderstorms drenched us. I prayed the lightening would strike me on my cross but that was not to be. Late afternoon was cooler but the humidity was stifling. As the evening closed in the beer, wine, and liquor vendors opened and the street party was on, but Messa, Barb, and I were almost an afterthought to the crowd. Then the smell of grills and barbeques filled the air reminding me how hungry I am.
The nails really don’t hurt anymore… I can’t feel my hands or feet anymore. I’ve even gotten to be rather blasé about relieving myself while people watch. So Sir Wragg does that help your filing for your paper?
He cleaned his pipe and as Ulrika brought him another gin and tonic he took her hand and led her to the waiting limousine and said “Yes Blaire, I may embellish it a bit but I doubt you will live to see it….”
Tree
I pull out my pocket knife and clean the bowl of my pipe. The crowd thickens as the night goes on. The lovely Ulrika delivers me another gin and tonic. It tastes watered down; perhaps I am tipping a bit light. I make sure to add a bit to the stipend so I can ACTUAL TASTE THE GIN. I look up at Blaire and say “You’ve been crucified a bit more than 24 hours now with still another half day ahead of you. Do you have any real hope of making it to the morning?”
I groan. How the hell do I know if I will last another 12 hours? Do I really want to? So I ignore his last question and answer his first request- how did my day go.
The night with its heavy fog was lonely and frightening. I think Barbaria and Messa slept and I may have for a bit. As daylight broke one concession stand opened and the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the air. I thought about getting a cup before realizing that wasn’t possible.
Through most of the day the crowds were thin at best. The air was hot and close until midafternoon when the clouds thickened and a line of thunderstorms drenched us. I prayed the lightening would strike me on my cross but that was not to be. Late afternoon was cooler but the humidity was stifling. As the evening closed in the beer, wine, and liquor vendors opened and the street party was on, but Messa, Barb, and I were almost an afterthought to the crowd. Then the smell of grills and barbeques filled the air reminding me how hungry I am.
The nails really don’t hurt anymore… I can’t feel my hands or feet anymore. I’ve even gotten to be rather blasé about relieving myself while people watch. So Sir Wragg does that help your filing for your paper?
He cleaned his pipe and as Ulrika brought him another gin and tonic he took her hand and led her to the waiting limousine and said “Yes Blaire, I may embellish it a bit but I doubt you will live to see it….”
Tree
Wragg is a prick...
Tree
...I like him...
Tree
...I like him...
Nice post Tree.....it's also nice to know that Messa and I have become such old hands at this that we can sleep through part of it.
Aren't all guys???What brought that on? Did I miss something?
Tree
He leaves the three of you to enjoy the bountiful pleasures of Ulrika...
Actually, the 'RR Video Productions' directional microphones picked up you hissing "All guys are pricks...'You said it....not me
tree
...take it up with the Rodent if you don't like it...
...bitch...
Damn...when will I ever learn to keep my mouth shut....I hope saying that isn't another crucifiable offense ... as if I don't have enough of them already.
...RR, did you catch that???
Tree
Tree
All while Barb and Messa snooze peacefully...