"I want a new girlfriend," Emily said.
A statement which pretty much STUNNED THE FUCK out of me and Lora.
"On the Internet, I mean," she clearified before we could reply.
That was about a week ago. Emily has been mostly sitting at home everyday and going crazy doing so. She surfs the net looking for things to do and people to talk with. I, of course, am VERY untrusting of the Internet and thus have been telling her to stay away from chat rooms and such.
However, since we three have decided that she needs to rest up for another few weeks before going back to work, I'm going to help her look for a "friend" online to hang out with for a few hours everday.
As I said before, I don't have a lot of trust in the net. The few people whom I call my friends are usually not online when Emily is, plus most of you guys are male, so the application and email addy below are for REAL girls who want an Internet girlfriend. But BEWARE, for I will be checking you out and making sure you're REAL and not some guy petending to be a girl.
Emily is NOT going to be sending any nudies nor will she be CYBERING so if that's what you're looking for then FUCK OFF! I personally will be asking for proof of who you are. No, I don't want your home address or anything like that but a picture is worth a thousand words so if you can't take a pic on request then please don't respond.
I am VERY protective of my Emily so expect that!
*Please copy and fill this out then send it to the email address below*
Name or Net name;
City you live in;
How long have you been online;
How often do you get online;
Whom do you live with;
Time of day;
Do you have a website, blog, myspace, livejournal or some other online place?
Why do you want an Internet girlfriend?
Please send application with a pic of yourself to; firstname.lastname@example.org
WitchSara aka The Witch
Lora Belle aka The Belle
Emily Graves aka The Grave
The Witch woke alone today. After a late night of talking to her friends the DungeonMaster, the Angelle, and Cap'n Chaos,(They all eventually just stopped responding to her emails and PMs.) she decided to sleep for a while. But as she was getting undressed the Grave woke and had an eViL look on her face.
"Let's molest Lora in her sleep," she suggested with a giggle. To which the Witch was all GUNG-HO for especially since the Belle sleeps without panties.
The two giggling lesbians crept up on the Belle's side of the bed and slowly...quietly...slid the covers down her oh so sexy body. Mmmmmm, clean shaven! And her scent was INTOXICATING to say the least. Two tongues went quickly to work.
The Belle's eyes opened and she looked down. With a back stretch and an, "Oh god, I love waking up like this," the HEAT was on!
By sunrise the three had showered and were getting ready for a trip to Normal, IL. The Grave wanted to visit her parents so she could tell them in person about her plans to attend QU next semester. That plus talk of how much financial aid they could afford so the Witch's family wouldn't have to foot the entire bill.
The Grave has kept in contact with her parents since their last visit to Normal. Her parents still aren't THRILLED with her living arrangement but they haven't disowned their daughter either. She and the Belle would be making the trip alone. The Witch was staying home. (No need to rub a threesome in the Grave's parents' faces after all.) That's how she woke alone today. After her lovers left she crawled into bed and slept till nearly 2pm.
After brushing her teeth and swigging down two cups of coffee, the Witch went into the backyard to feed the squirrels peanut butter on crackers. A thing she loves to do because the squirrels crawl all around her and brush her with their fuzzy tails.
After that she fed her horse, Wyldwynd, and convinced him that they would DEFINATELY go riding tomorrow afternoon before the others got home. (Note to self; go riding tomorrow afternoon before Lora and Emily get home.)
Walking around the side of her house, kicking her FUCKING bicycle as she passed it, she saw that the center was pretty much as busy as it usually is on a Saturday afternoon. Deciding against going there she then went back into the house and turned on her computer, intending to post a blog post she wrote last night after checking for emails and messages.
Something happened that made her scrap that LOUSY post in favor of the one you're reading now.
She messaged her favorite writer at myspace, Mr Brian Michael Bendis of Ultimate Spider-man and Powers fame, http://www.myspace.com/brianmichaelbendis and he left her the MOST FANTASTIC MESSAGE SHE'S EVER GOTTEN! *See pic below!*
After having an immediate ORGASM at the thought of Brian reading her blog, (YES! HE READS MY FUCKIN' BLOG! RAH, BITCHES!!!) the Witch knew she needed something very special to write about. "What to do?" she thought. "What to do, what to do, what to do?"
So she put on the movie "Ed Wood" for insperation and started going thru her MAGIC TRUNK. She's had the old trunk since childhood and keeps all her costumes tucked away in it. She rarely opens it anymore. Only when she and her lovers decide to play dress up for sex games, which happens no where near as often as she'd like.
The Witch finds just what she's looking for. Her straight Jacket. Her fake mustache. Her black lipstick. Her sparklie fairie wings. Her bunny ears. And bestest of them all...her witch doctor's skull-on-a-stick! So she dolls herself up and heads across the street to see what's going on at the center.
She walked into the front door, where there were abut 15-20 people gathered eating, talking, playing cards, making plans for the festival upcoming and other such things they do at the center, and all heads turn in her direction. Then...
They all went about their business like the Witch wasn't even there.
"FUCK," she thinks, "nothing I do surprises these people anymore!"
After about twenty minutes of sitting quietly while picking food off Annalara's plate, with no one saying a word to her, she decides to just go home and get online. As she's leaving she hears laughing behind her and Annalara say something like, "Lora's not home something something something." The Witch can't make out the last part due to the laughter.
She sat at home and stared at her blank computer screen for the longest time. Once, during younger days, she would have had the entire community center whispering about her craziness. Now it's just a normal site to see her acting up.
"She does it on purpose," they're probably tinking. She does. But not for the reason they think. She does it to make thinks more interesting in life, not just for the attention. She couldn't stand going thru life BORING day after BORING day with nothing special happening the way they do.
It would drive her TRULY crazy. Then...then they would have something to talk about. Ooooooooh, yes, they would SURELY have something to talk about.
The Witch, still dressed to the MAX, wrote for awhile. Her friend RODGER from Drako Productions, has asked her to write a script for a short film he wants to produce. "Lesbian witches," he specified. http://www.drakoproductions.com
By the time she tired of writing it was getting late and the Witch was getting hungry. A quick call to Rick at the pizza place, pepperoni with extra cheese and an order of wing dings, then it was on to the Bendis Board where she talked with old friends about times gone by.
By 7am she was sleeping with her head on her desk. The phone woke her at 9am. It was the Belle reminding her to take her pills lest she go crazy again. "Crazy," she thinks, "would at least give her something to write about other than this boring crap she was about to post."
Now it's late again and the Witch's lovers are home so she's going to spend time with them before getting ready for bed. Sorry she had to bore you with this. She should have kept the other post.
"In Cambodia, they said the problem was that the kids couldn't get to the schools or libraries, so we donated bicycles." ~John Wood, founder of Quincy, IL
Okay, so we three have been doing a lot of talking since my recent bout with insanity. It's pretty much a certainty that I wouldn't do too well away from home for a long period of time. With Lora by my side I could probably survive, but wouldn't truly be happy.
Emily, too, LOVES it here and doesn't want to leave. Lora also loves it here but she has HUGE future plans that involve going to a full time university and not just a two year college. I would never and will NEVER try to discourage Lora from achieving her dreams. So we have come up with a solution.
Thanks to a semi-wealthy step-dad and a family history that dates back almost to the beginning of Quincy (My city), we three will, beginning in January, be matriculating at...
I have no major details about it yet but as soon as I do I'll tell all. I'm just happy that we won't be leaving home. Lora has always planned on coming back to Quincy after college and after checking out QU she seems really excited about attending.
But Sara, you may ask, why would you want to stay in a little hick town when the ENTIRE world awaits you? Well, if you knew Quincy and you know me then you'd understand. This city (Yes, Quincy is technically a CITY, not a town.) is full of old gothic buildings, haunted places, weird legends, ect.
I moved here during the GREAT FLOOD of `93, and over the years I've found out that Quincy is an amazingly spooky city. Here are the best known haunted places...
~Thanks to its rich history, the city is also known for its many ghostly legends and lore. There are a number of haunted houses and sites here, including one of the most famous buildings in the region. The stories say that Villa Catherine, the only Moorish castle built on the Mississippi, is haunted by the wife of George Metz, who constructed the house in 1900. Her spirit is rumored to still haunt this historic mansion.
~There is also a haunted cemetery in the area known as "Ghost Hollow," located south of Quincy. This eerie graveyard is supposedly surrounded by a high stone wall and is filled with crumbling stone crypts. In the center of the burial ground is a black tomb that bears a one-word inscription in Latin. Few are believed to know the exact location of this cemetery and my inquiries into the site were mostly met with silence. The few who did speak about it claimed that "you could hear the sound of whispers and singing" in the place at night.
~Located just outside of the city limits is a government housing project known as Harrison Hills (This is where Lora grew up.). According to local legend, the houses here were built directly on some Indian burial sites. Residents still find the occasional arrowhead on the property, not to mention spot the occasional ghost in the surrounding wooded area. Stories say that you can sometimes hear voices chanting in native languages being carried on the wind at night.
~Greenwood cemetery - There are lights in the back corner of the cemetery at nighttime. When you walk forwards you can see something hanging in a tree and if you blink it will disappear. Up in frobt of the mausoleum you can see and hear little children playing, and when you walk towards them and smile they will smile back at you, and wave and disappear.
~Quincy Junior High- The School was built over fourty years ago. A student had lost their girlfriend and hung themself in the bathroom over the loss. Most students now were never told about this incident, so they wouldnt get any ideas. The boy is heard by teachers and staff after school crying faintly and they hear footsteps to the bathroom, mumbling and then it all stops. It replays on the day the kid died. Teachers had tried to figure out natural causes but when ever they went to check for something that was within a short distance from the haunting, it would stop.
~Another haunted school is the site of the Madison Grammar School. A woman was once brutally murdered in the house that stood at this site and her killing was never solved. Residents who moved into the house were unable to remove the bloody evidence of the crime from the oak floorboards. They reported many strange and unexplained sounds in the house from doors opening to that of a body being dragged down the steps. It was not learned until later that the woman who had been killed in the house had been slain on the second floor and her body dragged downstairs and stuffed into a small closet.
Finally, the house was torn down. The school that was built on the site is also believed to be currently haunted and some claim that a mysterious fire that broke out here in 1982, almost destroying the school, was paranormal in origin.
~Quincy’s history during the Civil War has also given birth to several legends. Once such story comes from the fact that the city is located just across the river from Missouri, a state that stayed loyal to the Confederacy during the war. Southern sympathizers and spies often came across the Mississippi and stayed in Quincy. One house that legends say often harbored southerners was the "Old Rebel House" which was located at the corner of Second and Vermont Streets. For many years after the Civil War, locals told of spies and saboteurs who stayed at the house and to add to its reputation, it was also regarded as being haunted.
Beth Scott and Michael Norman’s book, "Haunted Heartland," recounts a spooky incident that took place in the house in 1880’s. At that time, the Old Rebel House was occupied by a mother and three children who lived on the top floor, while the woman’s married daughter and her husband lived downstairs. There was a long balcony on the second floor that stretched from one end of the house to the other and doors opened from this porch into nearly every room. It should also be pointed out that there was no way to gain access to this balcony from outside.
One morning, the mother left for work and placed her daughters in charge of her infant son. Almost as soon as she departed, the two girls began to argue over who got to rock their baby brother’s cradle. Suddenly, in the midst of their bickering, a door that led in from the balcony opened up and a sinister-looking man stepped inside. Years later, the two girls would say that the man "looked just like the picture you see of the devil."
They simply stared at him as he stumbled across the room and out into the hallway. There was a wooden banister that surrounded the staircase leading down to their sister’s apartment and their mother had placed several handmade quilts along the railing. The strange man proceeded to throw the quilts onto the floor, and then he picked them back up again and arranged them differently on the rail. After a moment, he turned and started walking toward the two girls. Before he reached them though, he changed directions and lurched out through the door he had entered through.
The girls didn’t waste any time and immediately began screaming, bringing their sister upstairs. They explained to her what had happened and pointed out the door the devil man had disappeared through. She walked over but found it locked. Refusing to believe the story, she spanked her sisters, a punishment that was repeated by their mother when she returned from work and heard the odd tale.
In spite of this, the girls maintained that the story was true. Years after the event, when others had encountered their own specters in the Old Rebel House, the doubters were forced to grudgingly admit that there may have been more to the story than they first imagined!
~Another of the legendary haunted spots is a place called Burton Cave. It is said that on a day back in the 1880's, a group of picnickers spotted a strange and mysterious figure near the mouth of the cave. This person was wearing a long robe with it's hands hidden within the folds and a hood over it s head. The figure vanished but the picnickers moved deeper into the cavern and discovered a woman in a white dress lying prone on a makeshift altar, ritual candles lying all around her.
The party ran for their wagons and returned to the cave in the company of several deputies. When they arrived and went back into the cave, the woman, and the mysterious figure, had vanished... No evidence of the strange encounter was ever found.
~Quincy University is also believed to be haunted. Solano Hall on campus, which now holds the school of music, was erected on the site of St. Aloyisius Orphanage, which burned down many years ago. According to the legend, several children were killed in the tragedy. The orphanage was rebuilt and the new building was used to house orphans who survived the fire until it closed down.
Quincy University, then known as Quincy College, used the building as a dormitory for football players and then it was turned into the current music building, Solano Hall, named for St. Francis of Solanus, who was a musician. In the years following the fatal fire, strange occurrences have taken place in the building and are believed to be connected to the ghosts of the children killed here years ago. The apparition of a child has been reported in the hallways, running feet are heard in the corridors and screams have been reported by those passing by outside of the building. Others report hearing the sounds of children laughing and playing in the darkened corridors, even though no living children are present.
Across campus is MacHugh Theater, which is located in Francis Hall. This area was once used as a gymnasium but was converted into a theater, a television station and then back to a theater in the 1980's. A theater professor named Hugh "Fitz" Fitzgerald worked to get the theater restarted again, but passed away in 1998. According to campus lore, his spirit now resides in the theater. Students and staff members who are in the building late at night have often reported spotting his presence in the light booth, where he also appears on occasion to watch the performances.
***A Strange Light in Willer Hall, Quincy University***
Quincy, Illinois, August 1996 - May 1997, email@example.com
If you believe the stories, almost every college is haunted -- usually by a student who killed themselves or was hacked to death by an axe wielding murderer. Obviously such stories are meant to scare underclassmen and are pure BS -- such a story has circulated about Padua Hall (the freshman boy's dorm).
There were was actual occurrences in Willer Hall (a coed dorm, mostly for juniors and seniors). There were incidents on several floors. The building has been there only since the 1970s and I have never heard any story about anyone dying in that dormitory.
At first, things felt strange -- at times I didn't feel comfortable in the room, and sometimes felt as if I were being watched. This often happened around 5:00-6:00 PM. Just a feeling like I was being stared at. Several months later, when I talked to my roommate, she said she had had the same feelings, but she was a skeptic and thought she was being silly.
On four occasions (when I was alone) I saw a large pane of light seemingly hanging in the middle of the room. It was blue-white, very big (maybe 5 feet in length). It would appear for possibly 10-20 seconds and just vanish, not fade away. It was always around 5-6 PM. At first I thought it was an outside light. First, the dorm room faced the college grounds, and not the street nor the parking lot. Second, the blinds were fully closed. The light never moved along the walls or reflected on anything else -- it just hung in the middle of the room. No ghostly noise, no phantom figures, just this bizarre light. Sometimes weeks or a month would go by and everything was normal. Then for a day or two I would get 'weird' feelings of being watched and seeing this light. I was never terrified, just perplexed.
My boyfriend also had this same experience when I was in the bathroom once (he was alone in the room) and he immediately told me about it. It was at this point I asked my roommate if she had ever seen anything strange in the room -- she admitted she had seen a similar light but had thought it was her imagination or an outside light source.
My roommate and I talked to other people on our floor and on several other floors -- several others also had strange experiences. A girl on our floor said she woke up to see a light in her room that disappeared. She thought she was dreaming.
Our Resident Assistant said the previous year she had lived on the first floor suite with several other girls (the floors were divided into four suites). They had been sitting in their living room watching TV when the partial figure of a man walked through the door and went into the hallway into one of the girl's rooms. They all looked at each other in shock, one of them finally said, "Did anyone else see that?"
Another girl on a different floor said books had been stacked in her room on several occasions, even when she knew she had scattered them on the desk and no one had been in the room prior to her return. She also felt "watched" at times.
I never did find out who or what was causing some of the bizarre goings on in Willer, and I have no idea if anyone currently living there has experienced the same things. Obviously there is no way to prove my story or anyone else's, I was bothered that other people saw the same light I did. I was always curious if there had ever been any prior buildings where the dormitory currently stood. It was just very strange.
Paranormal Society of Quincy http://www.thelivingroomquincyil.org/gallery/haunted-illinois.php
***Weird Cities Near Quincy***
The Village of Sleepy Hollow
Normal, Home Of Emily Graves
Plainville, The Plainest City In America!
This is the best site for basic info about Quincy.
Population in July 2005: 39,841 (-1.3% change)
Males: 18,932 (46.9%), Females: 21,434 (53.1%
Median resident age: 38.4 years
Median household income: $30,956 (year 2000)
Median house value: $70,600 (year 2000)
Races in Quincy:
White Non-Hispanic (92.5%)
Two or more races (1.2%)
American Indian (0.5%)
For population 25 years and over in Quincy
High school or higher: 82.7%
Bachelor's degree or higher: 19.3%
Graduate or professional degree: 6.8%
Mean travel time to work: 13.5 minutes
Never married: 24.0%
Now married: 53.1%
1.0% Foreign born
***Other sites about Quincy***
http://www.quincygems.com/ 2005 CICL Champions
Well, that's pretty much it. Quincy is really an amazing place if you know where to look. Here's a panoramic view from the bluffs near my house.
p.s. All pics in this post are really from Quincy, in case you're wondering.
"Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes" ~
Rule Number One; Lesbians must be nude and covered in Wesson oil!
Last Saturday night...
The only actual time we talk about turning our threesome into a foursome is on nights we lock the doors and prep up for NUDE LESBIAN OIL WRESTLING! We can have some great singles matches along with exciting triple-threat and handicap matches, but no tag-team matches.
For tag matches we need two teams of two and, even tho I've suggested asking our SEXAY friend Christy to join us; idea rebuffed STERNLY by Lora, whenever we decide to have a wrestling night we jokingly throw out names on who we would like to be our fourth.
I always throw out my net girls names (Jessica, Angelle, Tia, Haze, Moonspider) but we usually center on celebs. Natalie Portman is our all time fave. I'm currently infatuated with Piper Perabo, Lora is a Kiera knightly FrEaK and Emily has the HAWTS for, don't laugh, the Olsen twins. (She also has this thing for Sailor Mars but she being a TOON kills that.)
Our matches are always more for fun than competition tho sometimes we can get carried away. Lora is the strongest but I have the SKILLS! (Fourteen years of watching doesn't make me a wrestler but it does make me knowledgeable in the moves and holds.) Emily is a big WHIMP and is pretty easy to beat.
Rule Number Two; The mat must be made of several layers of comforters and quilts spread out on the living room floor, covered in a thick plastic sheet, with pillows propped up around the edges.
S'okay, we had the mat set, wesson oil next to it, Lora and Emily were upstairs getting ready and I was makin' ready with the SLAMMERS! (That's a double shot of any brand snapps, pour in a double shot of 7up, cover glass and SLAM it down on the counter then drinkitREALLYfast!)
Music is ready. (YES, we really have ring music for each of us.) I play Ric Flair's theme for Lora because she ALWAYS keeps her robe on till the match starts so... I, of course, am repped by the Hardy Boyz music, and Emily likes starting the match to Buffy's theme. (The nerd!)
Then there's a knock at the door.
Whenever we have our "GIRLZ NITE IN! Get fuckin' LOST!" sign on the door very few people will bother to knock. Actually, only my little sister would bother to knock. So I go to the door, crack it slightly, then jerk it open and drag her in, slamming the door and looking out of breath just to panic her so she'd ask...
"What's the matter?" she asked.
I walked over and took her by the shoulders, noticing that she fucking still gets TALLER and I never have, and said, "We need a ref."
She turned and looked into the living room just as Lora, wearing her fluffy pink robe, and Emily, thong and smile only, baby! YEAH!, came down the stairs.
When Emily saw my little sis you could just barely here her let out a slight, "yay!", cause she's just CRUSHIN' all over her and doesn't hide it at all. "TAG-TEAM!" She yells.
"Laura's on MY team," I say JOKINGLY before my sister can object.
"Oh...POO! Why can me and Laura be partners," Emily asks.
Rule Number Three; To win you must either pin your opponent's shoulders to the mat for a three count or get them in a position where you can eat them out. (And that's a lot fuckin' harder than it sounds. Damn struggling, oily lesbians! GRRRR!)
"If she begged I might let her do me," I AGAIN JOKINGLY said, "but there's no way I'm eating out her dirty pussy!"
Which Laura took as her definite cue to leave and we three to begin our match. Which brings us to...
Rule Number Four; NO MEN! (Unless he's the Ref)
Since I don't see any stripped shirts out there...
School is fun. We three don't have all the same interests so we're not taking all the same classes, but we're getting to be KNOWN. We've decided to keep our relationshp our own business and nobody else's so when people ask we're "roommates."
Emily HATES sitting at home doing nothing. I've taken over her duties at the store but she comes by several times a day and hangs out at the center with Lora, too. Emily is a "people person" and being at home doing nothing isn't her style, but she needs rest still.
I've been riding a bicycle to get around. :( SUX!
But it keeps me VERY close to home. To get just to the edge of town is an uphill ride and I usually make it about two-thirds the way and have to get off and push.
My sister has quit her blogging. Emily is getting online more often but I haven't the time to properly instruct her on blogging, myspace, ect., so she just surfs and listens to music. I just checked my email and have like, TWENTY messages from her all in the last few days, lmfao!
She still asks about getting an Internet girlfriend so if any Internet girls reading this want a "friend" just leave a message and a pic and she MIGHT get in touch. (Yes, she asked me to put that.) She sits here at home for HOURS alone and perhaps a Net friend would be good for her.
That's about all. I'm going to cuddle up with my girls who are watching HBO and drinking wine so g'nite all.
"Rage More!" ~Paulie Oster
Last week it was medically determined that Emily is suffering from exhaustion. I was too in a state of delirium to remember being told this. With school starting full time next week it's been decided that she was going to get EXTREME rest this past weekend and take a couple weeks off working at the store.
We three lead very busy lives and Emily hasn't really slowed down all summer. It's something she's not use to. So we put her in the BIG BED and played maid. (Without the black outfits and constant sex, tho Emily suggested it time and time again.) This was all kinds of fun for us because it gave we three a common goal to work for all weekend. Emily's goal was to rest and my and Lora's was to see to it she did.
It also helped to take a lot of the tension out of the air that's built up lately. Having fun will ALWAYS do that, and pampering our little Miss Graves was much, much fun indeed.
Saturday, late evening. Just before dark. Our tuckered out tween sleeps like a rock in the BB. (Interruption; `tween means "between," but "tween" without the ` is a girl who's about to turn twenty. Got it? Good.) I started to get the most wonderfully evil idea.
"Whudaya wanna do now?" I asked Lora, showing her my usual come-on smile.
With the best poker face in the world she looked at me, paused for about twenty seconds, then replied, "What? You wanna teach me some new tricks you learned?"
Aaargh! That bit HARD! My smile immediantly faded. I had tried to be suggestive with her and she shot me down HARSHLY while letting me know at the same time that she was in NO WAY ready for that yet. (And if you don't know what I'm talking about then you obviously haven't read the last few posts here.)
After a few silent minutes of sitting there watching the evening news...
"Wanna pace?" I asked.
"Do what?" she asked in return.
"Pace!" said I. "Agric wants me to pace around the community garden and let him know exactually how big it is."
Straight-faced silence from her, then..."Why?"
Silence from me....
"I...don't know." Which for some odd reason got a smile out of her.
Then after a slight why-the-fuck-not shrug of her shoulders, "Okay."
Seventy-five paces into it, "Sorry about earlier," I said.
"76, 77, 78...about what?"
"The suggestive smile thing. I wasn't thinking." I replied.
"81, 82...Yeah, I'm sorry for what I said, too. You didn't deserve that."
"Yes I did." I said.
"Yeah, you did." She said. I gave her a quick WTF look and she smiled, then I smiled.
"Let's go walking in the woods." I suggested.
"What about pacing for Agric?" She asked.
"Fuck`em," I said, "I'll make something up. Tell him I forgot or got too busy." (Agric; email sent.)
"That's mean," she scrunched her eyebrows together.
I took a step toward her and said in the sweetest voice I could muster, "I wanna spend time with you."
She smiled, "Okay, fuck`em. Back or front."
"Um...back, I think." *pause* "I've been asked by more than one person to please remove my moped from the pond so...so I need to do that."
We started walking toward the back woods with Lora reluctantly adding, "I'll help."
The pond really isn't that deep. It comes up just above my crotch at it's deepest point, and Lora had only drove the moped where the water was just above it's tires, so I didn't think getting it out would pose much of a task for the both of us.
WRONG! Trying to push that fucker up an incline out of a slippery pond was HARD! We got it out first try but also got wet and a little muddy ta boot. Don't think the pond isn't clean. The coi died years ago and we have filtration units discuised as little waterfalls at each end, so it's clean. But it's still a pond and it's still outside, ergo; mud abounds.
Lora jumped on and tried to start it. Nothing. My poor moped was dead. Off to Jacob's garage with it then. I was sweating after all that pushing so I pulled off my top and this weeeee short pink skirt I was wearing, along with my thong and sandles (Yep, never know when HLA *Hot Lesbian Action* is gonna start and when it does you want to have as little to take off as possible!) and right back into the water I went, ending up sitting under one of the waterfalls cooling off.
I looked over at Lora and she was still just sitting on the moped, but now she was watching me. I knew she wanted me. I knew she wanted to strip down and come right in after me. "C'mere," I said, holding my arms out to her, tho almost positive she would just walk away.
She didn't. She got off the moped and just let it clunk to the ground. Pulled off her white T that read "Boyz SUK! Girlz EAT!" dropped her cut-offs and waded into the pond wearing her thong and sandles. Right away she went under the water then came up about three feet in front of me.
"I'm not having sex with you," was the first thing out of her mouth.
"I wasn't gonna suggest it. You act like that's all I ever think about," I said with a slight bit of attitude.
"Unless you're on the Internet."
"That's not true," getting a little mad now.
"Okay, " she paused to think, "When you're on the Internet...watching Buffy...or reading comic books."
"Well, yeah, but that's EVERYBODY, not just me." Sara made a funny and Lora laughed.
"You're so..." she started to say.
With just my head out of the water I inched a little closer to her. "What?" I asked.
Silence, our eyes locked. Another inch closer.
Lora moved forward and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and felt what I hadn't felt it far too long. Her body pressed against mine. She pulled her mouth away and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so she could look into my eyes.
"I would die without you. You know that, don't you?" She said.
"You're the reason I live, " I said, "You've got an amazing future ahead of you and I'm here to be by your side forever."
We kissed again, then she got suddenly tense and pulled away from me.
"You don't believe that do you?"
The question confused the hell outta me! "What? You don't think it's forever?"
"That's not what I was talking about. You don't really think you're just here to be by my side do you?"
"Why wouldn't I? You're the most incredible person I've ever known, Lora. Being by your side is all I want. It's all I need, baby."
***We Interrupt This Blog...***
Okay, like I've said many times before, Lora likes to say things that make me look very special and MUCH more important than I really am in life, and to her I am, but I usually don't add them to my blog. This, however, was just such a cool thing that she said so...
"Sara..." she started to shake her head and got quiet again for a moment. "Baby, you are Sara FUCKIN' Poe! They will tell LEGENDS, you hear me? LEGENDS of you someday in this community! The things you do, the things you've already done..."
*Sara starts to quote the movie "Scarface"* "Yeah, dey need me. Dey need me so dey can point and say, Dere goes the bad guy! Well take a look at da bad guy, baby!"
I started to move close to her again hoping to pick up where we left off.
"I'm serious, Sara. You've TPed Elder Malcolm's house like, a DOZEN times in the last few years! (It's actually 16 times but who's counting.) You bury other people's kitchen knives! Poison their dogs! (One. Fuckin'. Dog...and they never let you forget the shit.) You're not afraid to go knockin' on EVERYBODY'S doors at three in the morning just because you're bored! And remember when you designated every OTHER Thursday as Let-the-air-out-of-Jacob's-tires Day?"
Big smile crossed my face, "Yeah, remember when we use to celebrate afterwards."
Lora laughed hard and barely sputtered out, "He...he kept b..buying new tires!"
That laugh was all I could take. I lunged forward and tackled her. We hit the water right as my lips touched her's. After about a five second underwater kiss we both came up for air, then immediantly started kissing again.
I backed her over to the waterfall and she lifted herself up onto the rock so that just her legs were in the water. I was kissing her breasts and stomach while trying to get her thong out of the way when...
"Daddy, Thara and Worwa's in the pon kithin'" came the sweetest little voice ya EVA heard.
Lora yelled, "AH!" then dove into the water. My step-dad came walking up the trail to the pond and as soon as he saw us grabbed my little brother and hustled him back home. "Sorry, girls," he yelled back to us. But it was too late...
Lora was already hurrying over to where she had dropped her clothes.
"They're gone," I said, but she had lost the mood. Lora is a very private person when it comes to our lives. People knowing that we made love in the pond was NOT something she wanted. Especially since she had to deal with most of the people around here on a daily basis at the center. By the time I was picking up my clothes she was dressed and pushing the moped up the trail towards home.
I stood there for a few minutes looking at the water. There use to be a large rock at the far end where one of the waterfalls sits now. I use to sit on it and read for hours. Then the water started to get stagnet, the way still waters always do, and my step-dad had it remodeled. I like to think it was out of fear of the West Nile Virus, but probably not so much.
Sunday was another taking care of Emily day. Lora and I didn't have any alone time together but things are getting good between us again. We talk like we use to and laugh together again when something's funny. No more touchy kissy has happened. Bummer. :(
Today, Monday, we three were all laying on the BIG BED watching Mr & Mrs Smith on HBO when Emily asked Lora and me to sleep there with her tonight. We're all so very tired of sleeping alone. I waited till Lora agreed then did so myself. I HIGHLY doubt any of the NASTY will be going on but it's not really about that right now.
It's about things being good again.
Top Five Favorite Movies
1. Lost and Delirious
2. Interview with the Vampire
3. Batman Begins
5. The Crow
Top Five Favorite Tv Shows
1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
2. WWE RAW
4. Sailor Moon / Once And Again
5. Friday the 13th the Series/ Highlander the Series
Top Five Favorite Songs (This week)
1. Dante's Prayer
2. My Immortal
3. Fall From Grace
5. Theme from "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!"
Top TEN Favorite Books
1. Stephen King's Bag of Bones
2. Alan Moore's Watchmen
3. Stephen King's Danse Macabe
4. The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers
5. Tale of the Body Thief by Anne Rice
6. Kingdom Come by Mark Waid and Alex Ross
7. Mick Foley's Have A Nice Day; A tale of blood and sweatsocks!
8. The Vampire Lastat by Anne Rice
9. Stephen King's On Writing
10. Stephen King's Everything's Eventual