thank you

feeling - strange - being the "little one" in a group

*waits, listening and nods with a grin*. Camera? What camera?

"Oh. I wonder why she's running from AC to AC. Part of her job perhaps?"

Curious cant of head.

"Good evening, dear reece{S}."

Smiles and comes over to kneel down and hug you gently.

"You look beautiful, little one."

Nods.

rocking on my bottom
No, she's an American

Golf carts have a low center of gravity, so we are not limited to missionaries living under a tent in hot weather worrying about mosquitoes, NO, we are on a golf cart, ooooh, and look there, is that honeysuckle, mmmmm, driving by, smell it, bite the end off, taste its sweetness, and oh my god, Magnolia, breaking off a bloom, BREATHE deep, this will make you WANTON

The Sound of Silence (Original Version from 1964,Simon and Garfunkel

"Trying to stay cool? Yeah, it's starting to get cooler out here actually."

Nods.

"Are you in Aussie land?"

Smirks.

repeat

every

repeat

laurelynn! I'll have to have an assitant! A MUSE, Terpsichore, Calliope, and okay, now, listen,

Do not be aware of the camera, and we should park the golf cart in the most floriferous places on the property, some dark on the edge of the woods, back of the golf cart down, hauling TOOLS, and lord, the cleomes, cunnilingus cleomes, waving herself with a lily fan and pulling the pink in that mouth.

any time with you is good time

brb

Leaning to reach across the short distance to let her slender fingers comb through your thick black hair.

This will be a short encounter, but a much desired one for my part.

My backseat is mounted. *Trying to keep a straight face, but... That's just not working out*

Study
Evelyn raised an eyebrow in playful surprise, her expression lighting up as Rip mentioned a study—a cross between an office and a library.

"Well now, that is surprising,"

she murmured, amusement dancing in her eyes.

As they stepped inside, she let her fingers trail over the bookshelves, savoring the feel of the room. She ran her slim fingers along the edge of the desk, then turned to Rip with a mischievous glint in her eye before perching herself on the edge of the desk.

"Well, Rip,"

she said, a teasing smile playing on her lips,

"I’ll try not to bother you too much when you’re in here. But I can’t promise I won’t intrude occasionally, especially when the only business I have with you is personal."

She chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"And thank you for letting me know I’m welcome in your sanctuary and workspace. It’s nice to know I have a place here, even in your most sacred domain."

I can’t believe I missed this cait.. happy belated birthday honey

how sad to hear. may she rest in peace

*laughs*. Now see? That's where your true calling is. *Pulls out a small tape recorder*. Pan to write the Kama Sutra for golf carts. *Pushes the stop button and hands you the device*. It'll make millions! The.... Kama Sutra for the golf cart, not the tape recorder...