*gets to the gazebo just in time, as the torrential rains come*

most of the ones i have are pretty good...well taco ones not best...but reast okss, they have more new ones out now..but haven't stolen any of thoe

*gets to the gazebo just in time, as the torrential rains come*

Ok shhhhhhh. Hee hee what kind ya like most?
And least,? In fact ive heard nowdays some not bad

laughing check the time stamp next time and heads out
as supper is ready now

peeks in

sshhhssshhh lauging

Ya usual

wonders if mom notices that I have been spurting in her worn panties.....

BallRoom
Having caught her before she could rise to her feet and move away from that Piano, she jumps a little at your sudden appearance but then eases once more where she sits as your whisper touches her ear and sends shivers down a slender spine. your words weaving through the melody like a gentle breeze. She turns to face him, her emerald eyes meeting his piercing blue gaze.

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she takes in his words, the warmth of his presence washing over her like a balm to her soul. She reaches out to touch his hand, her fingers intertwining with his in a silent acknowledgment of their bond.

"Thank you,"

she murmurs softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"For being the light that guides me through the darkness, for showing me that there is strength in vulnerability, and for loving me despite the walls I've built around my heart....just dont chisel too Hard."

Ya mean stolen radios and swiped mre?

laughing.....about the same as your usual

The day called for modest and black, regardless of the weather.

Regardless of the context, regardless of her stupid ego, regardless of whatever extensive tangle of thoughts and patterns and habits and Earthly concerns.

The Rover rolled quietly into the driveway, the previous night's rain having both washed it and lightly littered its surface with some coastal tree detritus — fractions of twigs and cast-off leaves and tiny pale petals of flowering tree buds, interrupting the otherwise featureless black onyx of its surface.

Not seeing her Jag in the driveway felt a little ominous, moreso in the absence of context, and as the driver's side door came unsealed and Holly stepped out in her sculptural black blazer, knee-length skirt and black heels she just took a second to mentally center herself, to absorb the aura of the space and to gaze over the preternatural color of the haunted gloaming that washed the stone faces here.

One deep breath, tremors calmed.

"Okay."

And she reached across to the passenger side where a ribbed-aluminum briefcase waited, picked up and dragged across the center as she disembarked, bumping up against the driver's seat and thudding silently against her side as she got out, closed the door, crossed the way.

She couldn't decide if the rain smelled like renewal or of light, mellifluous decay, or maybe both at the same time.

—

Crossing the covered vestibule that immediately spat her right back out toward the pool deck first enclosed the echo of her footsteps and then opened them back up to the subtle partial-echo of the pool space where she found Dylan Blade, on the lounger on the pool deck. Boxes of empty liquor and soda bottles… empty stash box.

She set the briefcase down on its spine where she stood and approached slowly, taking off her driving gloves.

"Dylan. I'm so sorry…"

Oh ànd since ac fixed cheap
Brain said lotto tix
Lost 8...decided to play more lost 6 more🙂👺

laughin...that and moving army radios stacked in there out...and moving mres

Kp for pvt couch??

ohh yeah got to have car ac.....

Really got got lucky fixing ac cheap.as ive said is in other room but so far even this room way liveable next car ac. Thinks its same stuff that fixes it

alas looks like tomorrow is going to be like today.....guess do in things indoors....maybe clean in kitchen some more

a tender smile at the echoes left

tucking some love in here for Tthose who wander through.