DreamingOfMyEx
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"Oh, no, I didn't forget, I just didn't realize you were committed to doing so much. I just meant some decision making - like lighting, where to position the cameras - do that thing they do in real movies where the stand-ins go through the motions so the director can make any changes before they start filming for real with the stars."
She even wondered - even though she wouldn't go through all the motions of transforming herself into Contessa for that sort of thing, shouldn't she at least put on the lingerie and boots? A part of her delighted, just a bit, thinking how that would affect Mitchell. No, she wasn't that kind of girl, not a vicious cock-tease like Contessa, but then again what pretty girl doesn't want to be admired from time to time? And what woman approaching middle age doesn't want to know younger men find her attractive?
It wasn't as if they could do a lot of what needed to be done during the week. Her three boys would ensure she didn't spend too much time behind locked doors with Mitchell, and she damned wasn't going to put them away in child care - not when they had a mother to raise them. Even every Friday and Saturday with grandparents would be pushing it.
For the briefest of moments she considered child monitors. Put the boys to bed for naps or in front of a television, then go next door to make videos. what a stupid idea! Contessa corrupting souls with the sounds of her toddlers and a television in the background? And what if there was some emergency needing a mommy to respond? She would run next door in makeup, sexy lingerie, and boots with impossible heels, and scoop up her little one with hands sporting fingernails the size of daggers?
Oh well, they'd work something out. Contessa deserved it. Meanwhile, she could leave them next door for a few minutes at a time during the week, if there was no lingerie or heels involved.
She even wondered - even though she wouldn't go through all the motions of transforming herself into Contessa for that sort of thing, shouldn't she at least put on the lingerie and boots? A part of her delighted, just a bit, thinking how that would affect Mitchell. No, she wasn't that kind of girl, not a vicious cock-tease like Contessa, but then again what pretty girl doesn't want to be admired from time to time? And what woman approaching middle age doesn't want to know younger men find her attractive?
It wasn't as if they could do a lot of what needed to be done during the week. Her three boys would ensure she didn't spend too much time behind locked doors with Mitchell, and she damned wasn't going to put them away in child care - not when they had a mother to raise them. Even every Friday and Saturday with grandparents would be pushing it.
For the briefest of moments she considered child monitors. Put the boys to bed for naps or in front of a television, then go next door to make videos. what a stupid idea! Contessa corrupting souls with the sounds of her toddlers and a television in the background? And what if there was some emergency needing a mommy to respond? She would run next door in makeup, sexy lingerie, and boots with impossible heels, and scoop up her little one with hands sporting fingernails the size of daggers?
Oh well, they'd work something out. Contessa deserved it. Meanwhile, she could leave them next door for a few minutes at a time during the week, if there was no lingerie or heels involved.
