Subject: RE: What I've missed about CoJThread jacking is cool and all, but I miss the "add to my story" threads: Dick Turbin watched her walk into his office over his cheap desk and even cheaper bottle of booze. Her legs we longer than rush hour when you're about to run out of gas. Her lips looked like pillows and Dick was ready for nighty-night. Yeah, the was a tall drink of scotch, alright.
She looked him up and down the way an old woman would cross a busy street: with suspicion and doubt, and just a little bit of challenge. Oh year, he felt that challenge all the way his little piggies, and the market too. It was a look that said she could take all of him without a second thought, and then some. Yeah, she was a bundle of cliches no matter how Dick diced her up, and he diced her up ten ways from Sunday, and some on Saturday too.
"Can I help you?" he said, knowing it was a mistake, knowing he should run the milk man when his deliveries go a little long and a certain someone comes home from work early. head down and fast, and forget about the clothers. His intuition proved true when she said.... |