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Sumptuous
Laving
Occasionally
Tickles

... in a good way ...

TICKLES

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You are so lucky! None of my grandchildren seem to be very keen on providing me with great grandchildren!.....LOL....
As to age, I wouldn't want to be 18 again. My idea 'forever' age would be 40. By that time I knew who I was and was comfortable in my own body!

Thank goodness she's safe!

I hope it's okay that I post for the links

#r-ccmain@soi -- oasis view -- main street view -- with Rip Masterson & Elarra

Main House
"Baby I'm on two little screens acting my heart out every time you trynna hit," Holly affected a dangerous fang of a grin and performed that split-finger gesture towards your eyes, fully expecting you to do as she would and throw something at her.

Bantering with you in an effort to lighten the mood, as she could feel you laying it on and attempting to salve her bruised ego, to say it doesn't bother her at all, lobbying towards that unconvincing paradigm.

"Nah nah nah I hear acting is, like, seriously an assload of work. Like beneath all that glamour there's like never being home, having a steady home to begin with…" for a girl who refused to spend any of her money actually getting her own place and instead crashing here, at yours/the-label's, she certainly seemed to make it sound like that was important to her.

Being constantly under a microscope, scrutinizing every little thing about her, amplifying even the slightest thing that could possibly be perceived as a fault? Shit, that was everyday, straight quotidian for her. Self-imposed, narcissistic and neurotic.

…damn, she needs to see Lilly again and soon.

Holly pivoted, turned one way then another as she felt your voice nibbling into her eardrums in ASMR.

"…yeah well he looks like he was generated by AI trained on horny women — chill" she immediately interrupted herself after she fired off that description full-send… "He's got a girlfriend, that Melodie-minus-M, and she's fuckin' hot, so…"

Jostled, absorbing your attempts to continue comforting her existential whatever. She offered herself a shrug — she didn't count making modifications to existing dresses, instead focusing on what she knew she was good at… "Look one of these days I'm gonna overlap haute couture with them ripaway pants from the NBA…"

A red-nailed pinky finger jut towards the television as she got up to go forage for chemicals. "Yeah, I'm thinking I'm gonna hit a dab and get lazy tonight like the slob I am…"

Said as she started to disassemble the halter top of her dress, picking up the vaporizer on her way back to their room and carrying those McQueens by their heels to go escort them into her shoe closet.

"Mmmm, man, where's Dax been lately? I keep seeing boxes addressed for her and I'm kinda scared of whatever project she on, nahmean? Is she building an army or doing some kinda witchcraft or summin?"

out

Main Street
Elarra noticed the deepening of Rip's smile and the genuine touch of sadness in his eyes as he listened to her story. The mixture of emotions in his response touched her, making her feel more at ease despite the delicate nature of their conversation.

"Thank you," she replied softly, her voice hinting the melancholy that lingered in her heart. "It’s been a challenge, but I manage. I do live nearby, though not many know exactly where. I appreciate your kind words."

As he mentioned his two close friends, Elarra's mind drifted to the many times she had observed them by the river swing. She recalled their names—Zebediah and Ace—who often accompanied Rip on their adventures. She remembered vividly the day Rip had taken that fall, breaking his arm so badly. The memory brought a blush to her cheeks when he stepped closer and lowered his voice.

"Yes, I have seen many come and go over the years," she continued, trying to steer the conversation smoothly. "It’s always interesting to see who stays and who moves on."

Rip's explanation of homesickness and missing his two close friends resonated with her. The idea of roots and connection was something she understood deeply, even if her circumstances were different.

When he stepped closer, lowering his voice to introduce himself, she felt a flutter of nerves. "Elarra," she replied with a gentle smile. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rip Masterson. And yes, I already knew your name."

She hesitated slightly, then asked, "Your arm... did it heal well? I remember when you took that fall from the height of the river swing and broke it so badly."

The night air around them felt a bit cooler as the conversation continued.

"Do you remember that area by the River Swing? Have you seen it lately? Not many people go there anymore. I bet you don't even remember it. Sometimes, I wonder if anyone does."

Oh, there was a challenge. With a nod from Rip, they began to walk together, leaving the main street behind as they made their way to the river's edge by the old river swing, where they could converse without interruptions.

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Main Street
Well now you understand real good and his smile deepened, he could not help but to note the mixture of emotions in that twinkle

"That is very true sometimes it is."

He listened closely when you answered his question he could not help but find that melodic tone of your voice to be quiet nice.

There was a genuine touch of sadness in his eyes hearing you have been alone for so long no one deserves that

"I am truly sorry to hear that about your mother ma'am, and the disappearance of your father as well. You live nearby you say hummm....Sorry to hear you have been alone for so long no one should be left like that. I see well that is nice."

He is running through his head all the homesteads and ranches nearby that you might be from, but he can not fit you to any of them.

You might have caught yourself before you finished that last word, but he did catch that. You remember when he left well now you have know about him before he ever knew about you...and the plot thickens.

A little mischievous smirk fell upon his lips

"Oh now of course you meant that I am sure over the years you have seen a lot of people coming and going."

But can remember mine from five years ago oh yeah to say you have caught his interest would be putting it lightly

"I guess maybe you could say I got homesick, none of the places I found myself in I wanted to put roots down in, so home I came. That and I missed my two buddies well they are like brothers to me."

He stepped a little closer to you his voice lowering

"Where are my manners names Rip Masterson but you might have already known that."

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Main House
Holly started her response slow, doing a quick second read of that e-mail just in case she was having herself a dumb moment and mis-reading the meaning… nope, she had it right the first time.

"uh…"

And a bit of catatonia found her for a moment, the soft echo of your lips against her temple finally registering a half-distracted smile and you gave your opinion, softening the blow a bit.

"I-I mean… like I said, it was just-for-fun…" she started to speak in predictable, conciliatory cope-language as she lowered that phone to her lap.

Just as she did, though, a followup text arrived from a different contact: Leo Sterling, whose message read:
Holly, you were SO GOOD!
U did so well!
You are incredible, show real promise, and were so good you alllllmost got the part.
And you've never even acted before!
If you're really interested in acting, I'd be happy to help teach you stuff.
You're SO good, and with a little bit of shine, you can definitely do this if you want to!
If nothing else I had a fucking ball acting with you, so thanks for that

The device practically bounced up from her lap in order for her to consume the newest message — text in her hands, your words in her ear drawing a delighted giggle like a cheat, an absolute cheat.

There would be days where as little children, Wally would make her cry for whatever reason and then tickle her to make her laugh again and by some bizarre crossing of mental wires, it actually made her feel better even though she was furious with him.

Same deal here, where all she wanted to do was pout and sink and feel sorry for herself but a little humor stirred her back up to the surface.

"…you're only saying that because they're your big-ass titties… b-but nah, forget about it, it was just a triflin' thing anyway…" she hovered her thumbs over the on-screen keys like she debated what to send back to Leo, waffling between something stiff and formal like she were responding to a job interview, but she ultimately just put the phone down for now.

"My prediction, honestly, is that Leo guy is gonna wind up on TV or the movies or somethin'… he legit looks like some kinda movie star already. Elodie, too, but I think she's more interested in writing and producing. I'm jealous of all y'all, like you guys actually do artist shit…" Existential Holly peeking into the brain-stage to speak her peace, she carefully unbuckled the tiny straps to her shoes, seeking to get up and put them away rather than suffer the contortion to her ankles just sitting around.

"Do we still have some concentrate around? Or do I gotta go hit up Ty-Ty for some re-up?"

Waterfall View
wanders off to get this... unpleasant feeling... into a poem before bed

Main Street
Elarra noted the corners of his mouth pulling up into a smile, sensing the curiosity and perhaps a touch of interest in his tone. His friendly demeanor put her at ease, yet she remained cautious not to reveal too much about herself.

She returned his smile, her deep blue eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“I understand,” she replied, “sometimes the pull of home is stronger than the call of the unknown.”

When he asked about her origins and family, Elarra’s smile softened.

“I live nearby and have been alone for many years. My mother passed away not long ago, and my father... he disappeared, leaving just me. I don’t get to town often.”

Knowing already that what she was telling was not entirely true, but sometimes a lie, even the smallest one, was better than unraveling the truth behind a legend.

Eager to return the conversation to him, she asked,

“What brought you back to Covell Canyon after all this time? You were gone a long time. I remember when you le...”

She caught herself, realizing she had said too much. Quickly, she added,

“I mean, I’ve watched the town over the years and noticed people coming and going.”

She hoped her explanation would satisfy his curiosity without revealing too much about her secretive life.

Hot!

Waterfall View
sits here and plots for a bit longer

Main Street
The corners of his mouth pulled up a little as he smiled cause he heard the curiosity in your tone, and something else...are you just a little bit interested in him as well. Now looky here ain't this something not back in town 10 minutes and already have a beautiful woman's attention. He would say way to go Rip but he ain't that conceited

"You are very welcome Ma'am. Yes it is somethings have been added to the town, but it still remains the same ole Covell Canyon if that makes sense. I saw enough of it to get my fill and come on back."

He laughed slightly at that he had the wanderlust and now he don't

"You said you are new here where are you from originally? Did you move here with your family?"

You can ask them probing questions so can he