Robert M. King Performance Hall
Holly had withdrawn a brush and mirror from her bag, in one of the chairs with the handle of the mirror pinched between her knees as she got to brushing, occasionally trading glances between you and the mirror.

"Hm?" She slowed to a stop, arms up mid-brush with brows raised, a hair tie dangling from in-turned lips. She released it, though, to send it tumbling off her top and into her lap. "I was going to ask you the same thing — you seemed more uncomfortable than I am, in all honesty…"

Was that a challenge? Well no — in the interest of the stageplay, Holly felt like hiding her opinions was only going to slow their progress as they hurtled toward opening night in a couple of weeks. With you and Elodie as the professionals in the equation, any break in your confidence would reflect in a stymie of her progress, and her progress as the weakest link in the chain was essential to shore up, or at least in her opinion anyway.

But Holly… thrived under pressure, like that was the best way to extract the best from her, and throughout the rehearsal she didn't seem to care about how the scene was playing, whose hand was where, how things were supposed to look. Perhaps it was some nascent professionalism on her part, or perhaps a vague psychological detachment from embarrassment or modesty, like whatever they were depicting here she's done worse in public at some club or immortalized to her humiliation online.

"I mean it's like I said: You don't have to worry about offending me or anything, just let it rip for the stageplay and worry about anything else later…"

as normal as the rest of us....lol

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laughing

Or maybe is normal??

The House
Thank you.

Heh. Not always an easy choice, that.

Smiles

I can see you're busy. I just wandered in to spew thoughts somewhere other than paper.

Sees you motion to help the Free Woman..a tad confused momentarily as her mind processed the signal....thinking ...help her overboard..help her become fish food?...then sees the bucket......
Help her pee? A range of scenarios rush thru her as she makes her way towards the place where they both are ,glancing to her barefeet calculating the chances of getting pee'd on as the bucket only has a rather small circumference and the Free Woman would have to have a pretty good aim to hit the target she not sure this is going to end well when she hears the Mistress holla at Master and djinn freezes.

Beyond beyond that was Old Mr. Shaeffer's orchard. Apples, pears and plums. You would walk by the plums to cross a little stone bridge that would lead to the open and horse pasture. Beneath the stone bridge was a creek. Daffodils and Jonquils grew wild up the embankment and you could catch crayfish and tadpoles in the stony shallows

Laffing my brains scramble lol

wonders if mom has taken the hint that I want to bed her......

I see your struggle to stand , after being tied up for almost a full night and day, and you are unsteady for sure , your attempt to ball up your fists and actually try to hit me was.. interesting.. A slight tilt and those delicate hands will all but collapse as they strike my hard cheek bone, narrowly missing the bridge of my nose.. A look of concern when I hear your knuckles pop against my face..

And then I laugh aloud.. Answering you then..

"I may be a fool , but you are now Mine ..
Now go relieve yourself or you will be on your hands and knees to clean the deck from messing on it until we reach the next Port.."

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~

🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

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