berries.....lol

drops in

~The camp sure was buzy, nothing out of the norm, whilst I hear the banter an wagging from here, one of the many men about camp stopped on by mentioning another slave was upon the camp, I gave him a nod, as I admired the wagons, about the camp~

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Or reflux spaggetti?

Where was i bad berries?

The House
Doing so as we speak. smiles

Trying to pick which drama to watch tonight.

You could see the clothes line from the kitchen window and we'd build teepees there and that led up to what was like a step up in the landscape and that was lined with forsythia. Beyond was where my Father had the dogs.

Lol tech horsepoop

they were prolly as surprised as you

And no idea who the 3rd person was..

glad you made it back

Thinks i shut her up..who knows lol

sighs I tried shoe shopping and the next thing you know I'm thinking about graduating from the little rubber toe covered Keds to the pointy toed canvas.

We theorized that the rubber toe was to block the morning dew from the canvas since our mothers put us outside early in the summer. There are morning glories winding up a wrought iron railing surrounding the basement steps and a little patio perfect for tap dancing.

she thought she heard Him but when she looked to the plains she didn't see His kaiila...frowning she went back to work taking a tankard from the hand of a Master already enjoying a slave...she also found a tankard on the ground sitting as if someone got up leaving it there

No its me not knowing how to work the bastard thing

The House
Smiles a little

Have you managed to eat, jie jie?

I don't help the woman , other than lifting her out of the big chest.. But I do give you a signal .. Then recognition shows in my expressive dark eyes as I remember that you don't know my Raider hand signals yet ..

I then nod to the woman , for you to do what you can to help her..

laughing....gremlins at work

The lurch of the ship has her bracing her legs to the side only to fail and roll slightly, tangling worse. The cutting allowed her to move; trying to gather her legs under her while folded in a trunk on a pitching ship would challenge anyone, though she did manage to draw herself up or he did as she suddenly found herself upright, standing on the deck of a ship, sea spray flying, men moving about some in song and the Thassa as far as she could see from the center mast. It was quick, reactionary, and, with a drawn back arm and balled up hand, she would punch upwards straight towards his face, aiming for the nose or mouth and wiping the smug grin off his face. Her words were almost lost in the crash of waves and noise of men

What have you done, you fool !