A Conversation `tween Lovers

"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.

More silence.

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.

Silence...

"Yeah, you did." She said. I gave her a quick WTF look and she smiled, then I smiled.

More silence...

"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...

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"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.

Yup!

~Sara<3<3<3


SARA'S...

Top Five Favorite Movies
1. Lost and Delirious
2. Interview with the Vampire
3. Batman Begins
4. Halloween
5. The Crow

Top Five Favorite Tv Shows
1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
2. WWE RAW
3. Angel
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
4. Beautiful
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

Sometimes My Reality Isn't Like Yours

"It doesn't matter how fucked up you are or how crazy you become. I'll always love you. Hurting me won't ever change that!" ~Lorabelle Tempest Riley

Over the last week I've been filled with self pity, hurt, rage, frustration, and I know I've sent out some kinda angry emails to some of you. I won't make excuses for my actions but I will try to explain.

If you read my "Three lesbians walk into a bar..." post then you probably know where this is headed. I did something VERY stupid. Something that hurt the dearest person in my life. Something I will forever regret. I cheated. I called that girl Beth, met her, had sex with her, then sent her back to St Louis.

I don't have the ability to lie to Lora so I just stayed away from home for most of a day trying to avoid her. When I finally got the courage to go home I told her everything. Then, instead of trying my best to make it up to her and win back her trust, I hermited myself in my attic for five days. I hardly slept. When I did it was on the floor under my desk. I ate only crap that ensured a MASSIVE sugar rush each time.

I even stopped taking my meds. Those of you that know me also know that THAT is a HUGE no-no. I don't function well without them. Eventually I get very self destructive. I say things I shouldn't and wouldn't under "normal" circumstances. I do things that, as my therapist says, draw attention to myself.

I knew that all Lora wanted was time. I knew that she loved me more than her own life and if I had done things the right way events wouldn't have transpired the way they did. I won't go into too much detail but it ended when, on the fourth night in the attic, I decided that Lora and Emily would be better off without me. I grabbed some clothes (Actually, in my crazy unmedicated state I just emptied our panty drawer into a suitcase and took nothing else.), grabbed my box of oldest comics (I have FF no. 20 & 48, Avengers no. 17, Hoppy the Marvel Bunny no. 1, and almost a complete collection of Amazing Spider-man plus a few others.) and my comp and, in several trips, moved it all back to my old room next door at my step-dad's house.

Around 11am a knock came at the door. I opened it and there was Lora. The pain on her face was worse than when I told her I had cheated. She gave me the first ultimatium she EVER has.

I could either come home with her RIGHT THAT MINUTE, take my meds and go to sleep, or she wouldn't be there when I finally regained my sanity. I didn't hesitate. She gave me five minutes to apologize to someone that had been trying to help me thru the state I was in then we left. (Thank you, Agric. Read my email.)

I went home, took my meds, then crawled into bed. I lay there for about three seconds when I felt Lora crawl on the bed behind me. She lay close and put her arm around me and I was asleep in minutes.

When I woke (And I'm crying my fucking eyes out as I type this.) she was still there. Laying next to me on the bed, a full 19 hours later!!!

Things aren't great between us yet, and I know I have a lot to make up for. I have a lot to prove to her even tho she says I don't. But she was still there when I woke up. She was still there!

I don't know if any of you have or have ever had that kind of love but I swear to everything I hold dear that it takes over EVERYTHING! It is powerful and wild and bright and fierce and nothing can compete with that feeling. If I ever had doubts about it before they are all gone now.

Emily has been a darling thru it all and I love her to death, but she didn't understand my mental state and how I can be sometimes. Lora has dealt with it for five years (Five years come November 11th.) and still, STILL she is ALWAYS there for me. (Crying again.) She never abandons me, never looks away, never puts herself above US the way I did.

Okay, yeah, she drove my moped into the pond out back out of anger when I told her about Beth. (The moped is how I got to Taco Bell to meet Beth so...) and she won't let me have my cell phone back (Not out of mistrust, but because she hopes Beth will call.), and she is sleeping downstairs in the guest room till things are settled between us (Emily is sleeping in the room down the hall.) but she loves me more than anything else in the world. Repeat; more than ANYTHING ELSE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!

I'll die before I allow myself to ever hurt her again. This I swear.

Okay, on to YOU guys. I'm sending out apology emails to those of you I remember insulting. I emptied my gmail box and most of my message board PMs so if I don't send you an apology then please contact me so I can. I have a slight memory problem when the sanity is restored. Things I did and said get a little blurred.

I never meant to hurt anyone, I swear. You all know me and know I don't do people that way when my head is on straight.

I guess that's all I can say about it. I'm headed across the street to help Lora at the community center for the rest of the day. She said she needs me. :)

5am

I AM HOME!

Last night hilst they selpt i decided that I neededd to be back home where i B elong! If they had slept in our bedroom...their bedrooom now...they would have heard me. They didnt!

I carried some clothes, my box of olfest comics and my comp little by little back to my old rppm here in my step-dad's house.

No sleep. No worries. No more pain. No more sanity.

one glad morning when this life is over IIIIIiiii will fly ayaw!

These Are The Days Of Our FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU Lives...

Day four in the attic.

Sleep comes seldom. I hear them downstairs but they don't bother me. At 9am Emily brings up my meds, but she's not Lora and is easy to fool.

Fool!

Memories of days past keep floating thru my head. Memories of living next door, being young and alone sitting in the dark night after night on my comp, in my room, just looking at the world thru a screen.

I think I will be lost soon.

Things keep me company up here. Little things that scurry around on the floor, invisible to me but I can hear them. Big things that sometimes look over my shoulder, breathing heavy with the smell of rotting teeth, to see what the world is doing online. I never turn around to see what they look like.

Suggested to me in an email; "Take a walk. Get some fresh air to clear your head. Talk to the animals."

But my head hasn't been this clear in a very, very long time. I can hear the chattering of insects as they spread their madness across the world.

Dead grandma walks around behind me singing, "One glad morning when this life is over IIIIIIII will fly awaaaaay." Old song, I think. I think she use to sing it often when she was alive. When I was a little girl.

I think.

She sometimes sits on the floor next to me, laying her head on my knee and asking in her sweet, monotone voice, "Just strooooke gra'ma's haaaair, prettypretty. Gran'ma liiiikes it when you strooooke her haaaair."

I try to oblidge her but she has rotted away so badly since her last visit that the maggots crawling round the holes in her head keep falling off, squirming on my leg, dropping on my feet and squiggling their plump little yellow bodies between my toes.

She gets up and walks around the attic singing again. I always know where to find her tho. Just follow the trail of maggots.

Thankfully the little invisible things on the floor make a meal out of most of them.

Heh, thankfully.

Emily comes up again at 9am and everything hides. She puts my meds on the desk and talks to me. Or, PRETENDS to talk to me. Her lips move but no words come out. I play along and smile, laugh when she laughs, kiss her reassuringly to let her know that all is good.

All is good again.

Warren Ellis has sent his little spidery creatures to visit. They sit on the outside of my windows tapping their ninth leg on the glass over and over letting me know they're here. They're connected to Warren's brain and he sees what they see. Sometimes I put on a show for him.

He does so like to watch me masterbate. Last night I did it over and over...and over again for him.

The Bendis Board is full of tripe and nonsense. I read thru their posts and try to make use of their public thoughts, while trying to use their words to see inside their heads. I don't think anyone likes me there. I messaged Jim but FUCKHIM he seems to be ignoring me so...

Kent thinks it's funny to reply to me with jibberish. He mixes up the letters in his words and expects me to sort them out. I can't sort your words out for you, Kent. We twenty-something witches can barely sort out our own words.

I read Angelle's blog often and look at her pretty face. I imagine me sitting on the floor next to her while she surfs the net late at night alone, my head on her knee, asking her to just stroooooke my haaaair.

Mostly I just sit here watching you all. You think I can't see you but I can. You come here from Google Image search and a few of you sick bastards think a search of "Christians masterbating is it wrong" thru ask.com might lead you to some glorius answers here.

Here's your fuckin' answer; YES, IT'S WRONG AND YOUR GOD WILL SEND YOU TO BURN FOR ETERNITY IN WHATEVER FUCKING HELL SUITS YOU BEST!

Just above the ninth level, I suspect. Just so you can still look down on Judas. (YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKING KISSED HIM MORON!)

Last night very late I got up and walked around the floor with dead grandma. She kept stopping me, touching my face, asking, "Siiiiing with meeee, prettypretty," but I can't sing worth a crap, so I just hug her then quickly pull away, brushing the maggots off when she's not looking. I don't want to offend, after all.

My head hurts sometimes. Taking in the world will do that to you. I try to make it stop. I keep thumping keep thumping keep thumping my head against the wall and that usually makes the pain go away.

Dead grandma points to a spot in the back of the attic where the sharp ends of nails are sticking out and says, "Here, prettypretty, heeeere."

Sometimes I think she may be right.

Either that or maybe off I go to the Land of Eng. Agric would surely have a spare room for me. A spare room or a doghouse. I'm not picky. I'm sleeping under a FUCKING desk now. He asked me what pb&j is t'other night. (Fuckin' NON-American!)

IT'S PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY, DAMNIT!

I'm on my second jar. Nothing else can satisfy the hunger. Pb&j, coffee and marshmellows stuffed with chocolate chips. That's all I need. That and to listen to my dear, dear sweet maggot infested dead grandma singing old songs I barely remember behind me.

I think I will be lost soon.

I've brought this all on myself. STUPID LOW-RENT WHORE THAT I AM!

I get nothing but what I deserve. Atone for my sins. I have to pay. I have to pay. I have to pay. Three times three. Reap it! Just fucking REAP IT!

The insects are still chattering in the distance and I think I'm lost.

~Sara<3

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Just giving BIG SHOUTS to an old friend who I lost contact with long ago but is now back in my life. Take a walk down the road to Whoville with me and say hi...


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My SO CALLED *sCrEwEd uP* LIFE...

I made a HUGE mistake recently that I'll explain in detail some other time. Right now I just wanted to make a public apology to my one and ONLY true love, Lorabelle Tempest Riley. Without her I would be dead right now.

Special thanks to Agric, Jim and Angelle for listening to my problems and helping me to make sense of life.

That's all for now.

~Sara<3

SPIDEY SPOILER!!!

Okay, These Three Lesbians Walk Into A Bar...

A PICTURELESS Adventure Of The Witch, The Belle and The Grave. (Because I didn't have time for pics tonight.)

Sara Poe = Witch Sara
Lora Riley = Lora Belle
Emily Ellison = Emily Graves

Saturday brunch. Usually eggs with pork and fried potatos. Toast and jam, too. Coffee, the ANYTIME drink, of course. Not all lesbians are vegans, eh. Phone rings. The Witch and the Belle continue eating knowing that the Grave will jump from her seat and try to catch it before the second ring. (It's a thing. :\ )

"Someone named Deanna," says the Grave and points the phone towards the Belle.

"Ohso cool," says the Belle, "We haven't heard from her since before Yule."

After a few minutes of chit-chat...

"Hey, you guys wanna go to St. Louis tonight? To a GAY BAR!"

The Witch's eyes widen. "I don't like bars. And you remember what happened the last time we went to a bar." (BANNED! From walking the streets alone in downtown Toronto. Or maybe it was Ontario? Whichever one is across the river from Detroit, MI.)

"C'mon, Sara" says the Grave with her usual giddiness at trying new things. (Mmmmmmmmmm, giddy young lesbians.)

"C'mon, baby, Deanna's uncle is a manager. We won't get carded." Coaxs the Belle with a smile. (Mmmmmmm, smiling young lesbians. :p )

"pweeze?" Begs the Grave. "I'll owe you...FAVORS!" (Hear it echoe? Favors favors favors...)

"Well," says the Witch with a half smile, then she almost whispers the words, "I DO like favors."

Long pause....

"Fluck it. Let's do it."

"YAY!" The Grave jumps from her chair and starts dancing and singing all over the kitchen. "Weeeeee'rrrreeee going to a GAY bar! YAY! YAY! YAY!" And she looks so very sexy jumping up and down wearing only a T and no undies.

The three have to start getting ready soon. St. Louis is only an hour and a half away but prep time could last forever.

Later, as they're getting ready...

"Is it gonna be safe? I've only been to St. Louis once when I was little," says the Grave. "We'll be good," says the Witch. "Deanna's totally cool."

"How are we getting home after the bar?" Asks the Grave. "We're staying at Deanna's apartment," replies the Belle.

"Are we gonna have a foursome," asks the Grave. (Right outta the FUCKIN' blue!) The Witch and the Belle stop in their tracks and both turn to look at her together.

"Deanna's NOT gay," says the Belle, matter of factly.

"And you're a big hoe," follows the Witch with a laugh. (Just for the sake of arguement, Emily isn't actually a big hoe. She's just new to this thing we call Lesbian Life and asks a whole lotta Q's, which can get slightly annoying, but on the upside she is willing to do...anything!)

After a long drive and a quick meet-up at Deanna's apartment, our heroines walk two blocks and arrive at *says in BOOMING voice* THE GAY BAR DEANNA'S UNCLE MANAGES! (Yup, forgot the name of the place already.)

Let me stop here and emphasize how different the three are. When arriving at the bar...

The Belle is calm and collective, talking to Deanna as they walk thru the door.

The Grave is so excited she's almost bouncing and keeps giggling to herself.

The Witch starts having second thoughts and wants to go home, but says nothing, just holds the Grave's hand ever so tightly.

After a quick chat with the Uncle, they sit and are approached by the bar wench. "Wuddaya have?"

"Four rum and cokes," replies the Belle. "Bacardi light," she adds.

"Wait!" The Grave speaks up. "I think I want to try..." She looks at the Belle and The Witch and smiles. "...a slow screw."

"HOE!" The Witch thinks to herself. The waitress, a catty wench for sure, replies without missing a beat, "You want that up against the wall, sweety?"

The Grave looks surprised, "I...don't know." To which the Wench lets out a small laugh then walks away saying, "Three r&c's and a slow screw commin' atcha, girls. Right back inna sec." (Just in case you didn't know, a slow screw is slo gin, vodka and oj.)

As time passes, the three begin to settle in rather well. The Belle is talking to Deanna and some new friends whilst they play pool. The Grave, too, has met new friends and stands at the bar laughing with them. The Witch...well, the Witch has the most IMPORTANT thing of all to do.

She sits quietly and guards their table as the others roam about the bar.

Just sitting.

Alone. :(

Like the TOTAL little wallflower that she is when it comes to such public outings.

Her girls are very open and outgoing when it comes to these sitch's but the Witch is different. Other than the fact that she truly believes MOST PEOPLE should be locked up in her cellar suffering the pangs of torture and imprisonment, there just didn't seem to be anyone of interest at the bar.

Well...there was ONE person that might be interesting. Sitting at a corner table, alone and reading a book (Hmmm, I've never heard of reading at a bar.), was an older looking blonde. She looked to be in her thirties, tall, very slim, almost like a retired model. Very pretty. The Witch was sure she had caught the Blonde stealing glances in her direction.

Just then the Grave appears, "Sara!" she half yells, flops down on the Witch's lap, hugs her tightly, "Danth with me, Lora won't."

"How many of those slow screws have you had?" The Witch asks.

"Uuuuum, five! Plus the one we had this morning before brunch," the Grave slyly says, then presses her forehead against the Witch's and adds, "And I could SHORE use anudder one rights `bout now. Wanna play Texas cheerleader?" (She meant to say "Carolina" cheerleader and if you don't get the reference... http://www.courttv.com/people/cheerleaders/photogallery/index.html?curPhoto=1 )

Now, normally the Witch would JUMP at such a chance, but a quick glance around the bar said three things to her.

1) There were WAY too many people standing in line at the bathroom.

2) Lora had already taken notice of the two and kept looking at them. The Witch knew she suspected and would poo-poo the whole idea, and...

3) The blonde across the bar was now watching them and didn't turn away when the Witch made eye contact with her.

"I'm wallflowering tonight, go have fun. Dance with your new friends," said the Witch.

"Nooooo," the Grave drunkenly hugs her tight, "They're too...butch. I wanna be with you." (As you may have guessed, our three heroines are VERY much into girly girls. Not large on the butch.)

After being assured by the Witch that she was going to be NO FUN tonight, the Grave reluctently gets up and joins the Belle by the pool table. The Witch looks over where the blonde was sitting, but she's gone. "Bummer," the Witch thinks to herself.

However...

Within a few minutes she hears from behind her, "Hullo. Would you mind if I joined you?"

It was the blonde, and she spoke with the SEXIEST British accent the Witch has EVA heard. She sits, they talk. Her name is Elizabeth, but "Beth" for short. She's lived in the U.S. for three years and works at a law firm in St Louis. The two seem to be connecting pretty well, but then reality jumps up and smacks them both in the face.

"Hey," The Belle says as she sits down.

"Who's this, Sara," the Grave asks as she sits beside her with a AND-WHY-THE-FUCK-IS-SHE-HERE look on her face.

"This is Beth," she answers, "Beth, this is Lora and this is Emily.

"HER GIRLFRIENDS," the Grave says LOUDLY!

"Both of you?" The blonde asks then looks at the Witch.

"It's a THING," the Witch says.

"I'm sorry," the blonde starts to get up, "I never intended to..."

The Witch interrupts and stands with her, "You didn't, my girlfriends are just over protective. You're welcome to stay."

At this, the Grave gets up, lets out a "HMMPH!" then walks away. The Belle stands and says, "She's drunk. I'm sorry. We didn't mean to come over and get all COMMANDO on you." She then kisses the Witch and says to her, "But we're about ready to go, okay?"

"Ready when you are," The Witch says.

While the Belle heads back to the pool table to gather the girls, the Witch apologizes again to the blonde. "It's fine, really," says the blonde, then writes her phone number down on a napkin and hands it to the Witch. "Perhaps you'll call me sometime," she says with a smile.

The Witch can't help it. She smiles back and stuffs the napkin in her back pocket.

The night ended with the girls back at Deanna's apartment eventually passing out together on the sofabed. They spent most of the next day sleeping and didn't make it back home to Quincy till late Sunday night.

The Witch hasn't called the blonde.

Yet.

~Sara<3

Beautiful

My pussy loves Emily very much. They even share the same favorite song. It's called "Beautiful," (313kb, mp3 file, Right click, save target as... http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/raaage_more/Beautiful_.mp3 ) Yesterday I walked into the bedroom and there lay the two of them, snuggled up together, with Emily singing the song to him as it played in the background and he just purring away in her arms.

I stood there and watched till Emily saw me and smiled her sweet little smile, then held her arms out for me to join them. I walked to the foot of the bed and slowly started to crawl up to her face, the evil intentions betrayed by my eyes and slight smile. My pussy took the hint, made a snarfing sound, then got up and walked away. (My other pussy took the hint, too.;p) The song played over and over while we made love.

This was after a very LONG and boring visit to the doctor. Emily hasn't been feeling well these last few weeks and lately she's felt like crap. So she and I spent the day at our doctor's office along with a visit to Blessing Hospital so they could take some blood samples.

Lora, working at the community center across the street from our house, must have called a dozen times. She's such a worry-wart! She came home right after while Emily and I were in the shower and, after making the comment, "GOD! You guys fuck all the time!," joined us. Small shower, but that just made it all the better.

It's late now. Night has fallen and we're all sitting on the porch. I'm on Emily's laptop. Lora is reading and Emily has the headphones on listening to "Beautiful" play over and over again. I imagine that she's reliving our love making in her mind. The Nighthawks and bats are swooping around the streetlights catching insects. Right now it seems as if time has no meaning and moments like these are the ones I never want to end.

But they always do.

Emily just got up and said that she wants to run so she and Lora are running around the community. Emily has this thing, see, where whenever she's feeling INTENSE she likes to run. After we got home from that HORRID visit with her parents she ran lots.

"Just run," she says, "and everything starts to make sense."

My athletic sweety Lora will run with her whenever she's home. Me...Lora and I tried jogging in the mornings when we first moved in here. The first day I got as far as the main road to town then turned around and walked home. The third day Lora said it was no fun jogging alone so she quit, too.

I like the alone time, anyways. Sitting here in the dark with no sounds except the insects screaming in the trees and chirping in the grass, along with the occasional howl in the distance.

Tho now that I think about it, those two will probably run a couple miles, get all HOT and SWEATY, collapse on the ground...and I'll let your imagination take care of the rest.

I shoulda went with them. :(

AAARGH! Fuckin', STINKIN', sweaty lesbians!

Drifting now. Better come back to the keyboard lest I get carried away and go upstairs to give my pussy a massage. That one purrs sometimes, too.

p.s. I've also just recently discovered...THE SIMS!

Things are going badly for my widdle peeps.

~Sara<3

EE has been updated.
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We Are Very Small...

Tho some things in the heavens shine brighter...

...and brighter...

...and the brightest of them all.<3<3<3

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The RAVEN
by Edgar Allan Poe (No relation.)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
                                          Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
                                          Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
                                          This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
                                          Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
                                          Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
                                          'Tis the wind and nothing more.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
                                          Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                                          Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                                          With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
                                          Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
                                          Of 'Never--nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
                                          Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
                                          She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
                                          Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
                                          Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
                                          Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
                                          Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                                          Shall be lifted--nevermore!