And with that she purses her lips and adjusts her bodice*
Behind her she hears a small, feminine cough. She turns to see ol' Muddy, her childhood nanny, now crooked and wizened with age. Muddy smiles and says, "Oh Miss St. Lovelace, do you think today might be the day? I've had a dream about it, you know." Muddy's eyes twinkled. "And you know that my dreams always have a strange way of coming true."
"I pray you're right," Lurlene replied, fanning herself nervously. "If my beloved does not return soon, that awful Mr. Bloodworth has threatened to remove us from our family home for defaulting on our lease!" She thought of Bloodworth then, of his cruel mockery of her dwindling fortune, and of his even crueler lips.
A terrible shudder wracked her spine as she considered what she might be forced to do, in order to protect her belovedest ones. No, better to not think about the possible worth of her pristine honor...
Mr. Bloodworth had proposed marriage as an alternative to eviction, but Lurlene would plunge the longest kitchen knife right between her lovely, ample breasts before she would give in to his despicable advances.
"Do tell me your dream, Muddy dear," She said to her beloved nanny.
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felt the timber crumbling under his strong yet gentle fingers. Damn those sea-worms! Just the moment that land was in sight, the ship finally began to fall apart. Baldur took a deep breath as the timbers broke beneath his firm yet yeilding weight, and...
plunged into the frigid waters. Over and over the turbulent waves pummeled his rock hard body into the seductive embrace of the wet depths. Fighting manfully against the tidal pull his hand brushed, then caressed, then grasped the slippery sides of cargo bobbing in the surf. He heaved his muscled torso onto the coffin and...
Suddenly the calm chirping of the Cicadas was forced down, down and away as the Dock's whistle blew, and blew HARD! Steam rose, escaping with a force threatening to burst the dirtied copper. Vapor coalesced and dripped down the rugged pipe, adding yet more stains to the turgid form.
"A SHIP!!" uttered Lurlene.
"Noooow Miss St. Lovelace.." condemned the frail old woman "You doin' that EX-STRAP-POH-LATON ting yer daddy done warn yah bout..." her anger erasing years of voice lessons and buttock whippings.
The Matron of the Manor turned sharply to her Nanny and crossed her hands to her hips.
"I will not have you speaking to me this way, Ol' Muddy!" Lurlene exclaimed. "A nanny should know her place!"
Ol' Muddy bowed her head. "Sorry, ma'am. I won't speak out of turn again."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ol' Muddy," Lurlene sighed, walking from the window to embrace her beloved, aged friend. "All this waiting, it's turned my head inside-out. What if my love isn't on that ship? I'll be forced to take awful Mr. Bloodworth's marriage proposal after all, or risk losing my ancestral home. And you know papa's spirit won't stand for that. He already throws dishes off the pantry shelves every midnight."
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Lurlene remembered Bloodworth had demanded an answer from her by one o'clock today. She glanced at the baroque grandmother clock standing by the door of her room for no real reason other than to serve its purpose at this moment. The clock read one!
"It's he! It's Bloodworth! Oh, Baldrick, won't you come and save me from this terrible fate!" she wailed.
"But, miss," Ol' Muddy said. "My dream, this is all of a part!"
The door opened with a most malodorous creaking sound, as it opened.
There, on the doorstep, stood a muscular, half-naked Indian Brave.
"I am a woman of my times, Muddy," Lurlene said angrily. "I wear a bodice, I listen to the right composers, and I know my letters. My father fears an educated female, the old fool. He's not ready for the future I represent."
She turned back toward the docks, her face softening into a look of simpering adoration.
"Do you think Baldur will like this dress?"
2009-11-18 05:19 am (UTC)
Hi, I'm here to ruin everything!
But her rotten left arm fell right off. Her heaving bosom dry and cracked, she would ravage the old woman sitting in fright in the corner of the room. Flesh was all she could think of - delicious, moist, pulsating flesh.
2009-11-18 01:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Hi, I'm here to ruin everything!
Victory for Jenlight!