It's nothing to be worried about. It just means that you have been attacked by a cookie. Happens to everyone at one point or another. It's natural in Lit!
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Then make sure the "YES' buttons are checked right under Invisisble Mode...should do it.
Ariosto tries to hide the shirt pocket full of pens and pencils but is to late?....
Is he a CLOSET NERD!...
Realising his REP is on the line he walks over to Kit and picks her up , sitting her on the piano next to Angel and has his picture taken with both girls ample bosoms hemming him in on both sides.
He leers unconvincingly at the camera.
kit, also try saving the lit board as a favorites page after you've logged in. that way you no longer have to do that messy logging in bullshit. now pass me the koolaid and a shot of stong green tea and i'll be happy....none of that blue koolaid shit tho.
Hold it!...I will tolerate the tea in the club since several of our most desirable femmes drink it. (Lord knows why.) But all and I do mean ALL the koolaide has been sent to the OOCCC club in the Burnt Twiddly shopping center.
Ariosto sits at his table, the smoking cone of Mount Saint Helens behind him a constant reminder of the capriciousness of fate.
In front of him sits a Martini Two Ball and a steaming cup of....tea.
TEA!...Yes tea. He will not be accused of being anything less than broad minded, and the pencils, pens and beef jerky sticks that had nearly blown his cover the other day reside in the waste can behind the bar.
It is lonely afternoon in the OCC, he is trying to plan a celebration for the Clubs recently published authors. His fingers grip the three inch nub of a purple crayon which he has allowed himself to keep...
Maybe rent the parking lot in front of the OOCCC for a street dance...reserve a pavillion at
the Screaming Jay Bird Nudist Ranch...or they could....
"Hey Boss, you picked a title yet?"
He looks at the bartender blankly, "Huh?"
"You know a title, that status thing you get at a thousand posts."
"A thousand posts..."
"Yeah look up there."
Ariosto looks up and to the left.
"Well I'll be damned and it seems like only yesterday."
He says softly.
"Well what about it Boss? You got a new moniker or what?"
aisde to maid: you are right absolutely right he IS a class act!!!!
"Ari, dear heart", she says as she sets a cup of hot, perfectly brewed coffee on the tale before him, then sliding her arm around his neck whispers..."i'm the tea drinker here my friend, stick with your coffee and martinis... it suits you like my tea suits me so be a love and make me a deal....you stay out of my tea and i'll stay out of your coffee..Okay"
kissing him on the lips rather sweetly to seal the deal, faith sits in the empty chair ...settling in for the night ....having stolen Ari's cup of tea....and smiling
"Thank you! I have now reached that monumentous landmark, my 23rd birthday! And as for whacks? Yes, it's been a while since I've gotten a good whacking."
"Although, more seriously, I don't think I've ever been spanked. Someone once put a few rather pathetic whiplashes to my rear, but that's it."
Eyeing that will-o-the wisp Licci-Nicci, who has tantalized him with her elusive presence ever since he got to LIT as a single digit Virgin, he knows he has arrived.
Returning Faith's kiss with the warm suggestion of just a little tongue, he squeezes and thanks her for releasing him from an unnatural association with tea.
He wonders why Basia is not still on the airmatresses at the ChatClub for some unfinished business and tosses HippieChick a dogeared copy
of Delta of Venus for his birthday.
... Don Juan Antonio groaned as Juanita's thighs squeezed him tightly... his manhood bursting inside her with all the pent up need and urgency of a man who has been seperated from his love for many years... her cries of passion rent the air and she also reached her peak as he...
*looks confused*
Oh...oh dear, I'm sorry, I do believe I'm in the wrong thread. I do apologize most egregiously. Er.. well then, I'll be off. Ta.
*wanders off, pulling out a map and consulting it with a perplexed expression*
Ariosto calls them to task like a Dutch Uncle for running through the sedate and elegant surroundings of the Club like children.
"Now Kitsuki...Basia kiss and make up." As they do Ari can't resist slipping a hand up Basia's teeny little pleated skirt.