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This is fun...try it out. Woohoo. let's have fun with this. Thanks Joanna.... You Can Only Type ONE Word. Not as easy as you might think. Now copy and paste into your blog and tag 5 ppl to do the same. Leave a comment to let us know you have done it, AND LEAVE THEM A COMMENT TO LET THEM KNOW THEY HAVE BEEN TAGGED. It's really hard to only use one-word answers! 1. Where is your cell phone? hip 2. Your significant other? none 3. Your hair? medium 4. Your mother? Mary 5. Your father? Mark 6. Your favorite thing? Tulips 7. Your dream last night? never 8. Your favorite drink? coke 9. Your dream/goal? love 10. The room you're in? bedroom 11. Music? country 12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Chicago 14. Where were you last night? home 15. What you're not? liar 16. Muffins? banana 17. One of your wish list items? happiness 18. Where you grew up? Texas 19. The last thing you did? coffee 20. What are you wearing? jeans 21. TV? hardly 22. Your pets? dogs 23. Your computer? Hp 24. Your life? quiet 25. Your mood? tolerable 26. Missing someone? always 27. Favorite Store? Petsmart 30. Your summer? tanning 31. Like someone? yes 32. Your favorite color? red 33. When is the last time you laughed? now 34. Last time you cried? month I tagged. Louise Unpredictable Black Tiger The Godfather Southern Comfort Woody

Easter

Hope everyone has a good Easter. I will be away until late Wednesday. Not sure that I will be on at all during the time I am away. Going to check on the folks. My dad has been diagnosed with cancer and I need to be home. I will be back sooner than later, I hope.

The Morning Paper!

He came out in his boxers to get the paper, never thinking anyone would be about at that hour. He reached down to get the paper and looked up in time to see her stop and turn toward the street. He could see she was wearing a white t-shirt and boxers, similar to his. She had earphones on and was looking straight out to the street as if searching for something. He watched as she put her arms above her head and stretched - her back arched back and her head followed. He saw the long black hair flowing down her back , blowing in the wind and lightly lifting away from her body. She continued to stretch and he could see the outline of her breasts against the t-shirt as she turned from one side to the other. Her feet rolling up to her toes - her calves, thighs, ass all tightening at the same time. He felt his cock start to get hard just watching as she stretched and harden that sweet small body of hers. He thought what a way to start the day, a hard cock and a beautiful woman - how to get the two to meet? he told himself. He let the door close behind him slowly and walked out into his porch, paper and cock in hand. He walked off the porch slowly and started to walk toward her - he could see that she was starting to bend over and touch her toes. As she bent over, he could see her firm ass peeking out from under the shorts. His cock got harder and he dropped the paper onto the grass so, as not to make a sound - his hand moving toward his cock, to stroke it as he neared. He wanted to make sure she did not turn so, he stopped, waited, watched as she continued to stretch up to the sky and then down to her toes. Every time she bent over, his cock seems to rise and stretch toward her. He could feel his hand taking long hard strokes on his cock and he was wondering how to get to her before she turned and saw him. He walked slowly toward her - watching her every move and his cock following as if it had a mind of its own. He could smell her from this distance, a sweet aroma of baby powder coming from her body. He stopped to smell the air, it seemed to be filled with her scent and his cock was so hard it looked as if it would erupt before he got to her. He continued on his way toward her, she stopped he stopped, she moved he came forward. He was almost near enough to touch her and she turned - looking directly at his chest and her eyes moving down his waist, down to see his bulging boxers and his hand inside. She looked up into his eyes, her eyes so blue that the skies would envy them and she smiled. She moved toward him and knelt before him, pulled down his boxers and let loose that hard cock of his. She looked up one more time and then her mouth, so clean and pink opened to insert his cock to that sweet warm opening with its waiting tongue. He felt her lips then the heat inside and then her tongue touched the tip of his cock - he moaned. His hands went to her hair and pushed her head forward - he was not going to be able to wait long for the explosion into that sweet warm mouth. Her mouth seemed to widen enough to swallow every inch of him and she tighten her mouth as she took him to the hilt and sucked hard. He closed his eyes, moaned again and felt his hot cum starting to exit his cock. He pushed his body toward her face and he could hear her as she swallowed every bit of his sweet nectar. She continued to suck his cock until he started to bent over in pain - he was raw and spent. 'Damn, that was fast' he thought as he pulled out of her mouth. His hands leaving her hair and he was embarrassed that he had cum so quickly. He wanted to apologize and let her know that the next time it would be longer before he exploded. He felt a breeze, slowly opened his eyes - he looked down and found she was gone. He started to move forward and felt something on his hands, he brought them up to his face and there was all his sweet nectar lying amidst a few strands of long black hair.

Monday Rendezvous!

Monday Rendezvous he returned to the place they met weekly. he looked around and saw that everything was the same with the exception of their table - it was empty. where had she gone? did she find another? he said at the bar and ordered her favorite drink - apple martini. he remembered how she loved to drink them and would get so giddy but, never drunk - just relaxed. he thought of the last time they had met, here at this same table and she had tears in her eyes when he told her he had to leave her. he remebered how hurt and angry he was when last they saw each other. but, he had been going crazy knowing that he could only see her weekly and never have her to himself - ever. knowing that every night she had to go home to her husband and that He was the one that got to hold her, kiss her, caress her body, and own every inch of her - made it unbearable for him. she had told him that she needed to stay with her husband, that she could not abandon him. but, deep down he had known that she loved him as much as he loved her. and he knew that she could never be with anyone else the way she had been with him on those weekly meetings. knowing that she loved only him and not her husband did not make matters better back then - it had made matters worse for him. he had wanted her all to himself or not at all. he closed his eyes and remembered how they had first met. he was sitting at the bar drinking a beer, engrossed in a conversation with the bartender - when he heard her. 'apple martini please' she had asked - his eyes looked up in time to see this vision with the sweet husky voice through the mirror behind the bar. his body had stiffened when he saw her and he wanted to turn to introduce himself but, his eyes could not leave that vision even for a second. he watched as she slid into the chair next to him and he smelled her perfume - obsession. how did he know that perfume - he could not remember but, he would always remember now. he looked through the mirror and saw her golden brown shoulders and neck, shoulder length dark hair,her dark brown eyes - big and almond shaped, high cheek bones and that wide mouth with beautiful full kissable lips. he saw her look into the mirror and he watched as she fixed her hair and the smell of that perfume as she moved. as he looked in the mirror, he noticed that other men had noticed she was there - she seemed oblivious to the looks she was getting from them or him. she finished fixing her hair as her chilled apple martini was set before her - she looked up and smiled at the bartender and handed him some money - he waved it off and pointed the direction of the end of the bar. she shook her hand and said in that sweet husky voice 'i will pay, please tell them thank-you.' he could see the bartender shrug his shoulders and take the money - he walked to the end of the bar and let them know what she said - he brought her change and placed it on the bar. he watched from the corner of his eye as she placed her hand on the change and pushed it back toward the bartender - again he smelled her perfume. he looked up at the mirror in time to see her bring the chilled glass to her red luscious lips - a hint of the beautiful white teeth and pink tongue beyond those lips - he sighed. her fingers manicured a beautiful dark red and he noticed that she was only wearing a thin band of gold on her left ring finger. his eyes widened - of course she was married but, like the other men around he did not seem to care - he wanted to meet her. he wanted to hear that sweet husky voice - laugh, cry, sigh, moan, scream out his name. 'am i crazy? she is married and her husband could be coming in any minute.' he told himself. 'well, i better make my move now' he thought to himself 'but, how? what do i say to this lovely vision and not scare her off?'. as he sat there thinking to himself and getting up the nerve to talk to her - he noticed that she pulled out a slender dark brown cigar and held it delicately between her manicured red fingers. it looked so natural and as she brought it up to her lips and slid it between her lips - his cock got hard. the bartender rushed to light her cigar and he noticed in the mirror that her hand went up to the bartender's hand and touched him lightly as he lit her cigar - she looked into his eyes and the bartender's body stiffen. he thought 'even the bartender is intrigued by her' , 'even he has been entered her eyes and now is forever gone as i am'. 'i have to move fast before someone else talks to her' he thought as he started to turn her way and the bartender backed off. he looked away from the mirror and started to turn - he looked in her direction and there she was looking directly at him with those beautiful almond shaped dark brown eyes - smiling. her white even teeth shining brightly from beyond those luscious lips and he felt his face go beet red and his cock get harder. 'damn, i hope she cannot see that' he thought to himself and he blushed deeper. she looked directly into his eyes and spoke - 'hi, nice to meet you' and she extended a manicured hand toward him. he looked at that hand for a minute and he heard her laugh - 'i don't bite honey' she stated in that husky voice and again he smelled her perfume - he laughed and shook her hand. how soft her hand felt, so soft that he wanted to turn it over and kiss the meaty flesh that was touching his hand. he wanted to feel it against his face and inhale that wonderful perfume that was now etched in his brain forever. he felt her hand starting to withdraw from his and he wanted to hold it tighter and never let go but, he knew that was silly and it might scare her. as he let go, his hand went to his face and to play it off, he slid his hand through his hair and a lock went into his eyes. he saw her lean toward him and her hand come up and touch that lock to move it back away from his eyes - he sighed and closed his eyes. he felt her hand stop, still touching his forehead - he opened his eyes as she moved her hand quickly away and he saw fear or was that fear in her eyes. 'I am sorry' he said. 'That is okay' she replied and smiled, the pain/fear still in her eyes. 'So what brings you here?' he asked. 'Well, I wanted a drink' she replied and still her eyes seemed sad. Her hand moved toward her drink and as she lifted it - again the sweet perfume smell - that now he associated only with her as if it was made just for her. she turned to him and held her drink towards him and he fumbled for his beer almost spilling it - she laughed and he smiled sheepishly. he tapped her glass and saluted her - as he watched her sip her drink , he can feel his body react to her lips. she seemed to feel his eyes on her and she looked up over her glass and he saw that smile again. 'yes, i did that' he had thought to himself. he ordered another drink for each of them and asked her if she wanted to move to a table - she had looked at him and nodded. they moved to a table near the window and he looked around - he had seen the envy in the bartender and other men's eyes, he smiled and shrugged. he pulled out the chair so she can sit down - he had leaned forward and inhaled that sweet smell around her hair, that smell that had seemed to be everywhere on her. they had started to talk about everything it seems - religion, weather, the city - they smiled, get sad, sigh together. they continued to drink and seem to be having such a wonderful time - even though every once in a while he would see that thin band of gold on her finger and wonders about it. he never asked, he did not want to know about anybody else on this first night together. people wandered in and out of the bar - he notices every once in a while someone will smile in their direction, he smiled back at them. he noticed that she never looked away from his face or hands and did not seem to notice the other people around them. he was awed by the fact that she never seemed to know realize how beautiful she was and that people would turn to stare at her. he knew that everyone was wondering how he got so lucky to have such a beautiful creature sitting there with him. and than they both heard 'last call' and seem startled that the time has gone by so fast. he looks at her and ordered the last drink for the night - he had not wanted her to go. he had only known that he needed to know where she would go after the bar closed down. until that moment there have been light touches but, nothing to lingering - he had taken hold of her hand and she looked up at him, again the pain/fear in her eyes. 'why are you so sad or afraid?' 'if you are married your husband has not come searching for you' he had thought to himself. he cleared his throat, he felt her hand tighten around his. 'Now what?' he had asked. 'I have to go home' she had answered sadly. as he had looked at her with tears welling up in those beautiful almond shaped eyes. 'Why?' he had asked, fearing the answer. 'My husband is waiting for me' she answered quietly. 'Oh! So you are married?' he questioned her and realized that his voice must have been very loud because of the startled look on her face. 'Yes and I should have been home hours ago' But, I was having such a good time, that I chose to stay' she stated boldly. 'So? What? Now you leave and I never see you again? You were amusing yourself with me until you had to go home to your husband?' he had asked so quickly and loud - that he could hear the jealousy in his voice. 'No, I like you and I want to see you again.' But, it cannot be anything more than this.' 'Once a week, we meet, have drinks and talk.' she had answered - looking him straight in the eye. Her dark eyes seeming to get darker with anger and defiance. 'I want more.' he said back angrily 'You have to know how I feel about you.' 'Don't tell me you don't feel the same way.' 'I know we just met but, I know that you feel it too.' He remembered moving toward her and putting his hands on her face - he had watched as her eyes got wider but, he had wanted to taste her. He remembered so clearly, leaning closer and sliding his lips against hers - remembering her eyes closing and the sigh that came from her. His lips had surrounded hers and his tongue entered her mouth, her tongue was waiting for his and he tasted that sweet taste that he has been longing for all night. Her hands covered his and he felt her tongue start to tease his tongue - she moaned, he sighed. she wanted to pull away and he was not able to let go but, she had pried his hands from her face. remembering how she had started to stand and leave, he had reached out and taken her hand in his. 'Don't go....please' 'I am sorry.' 'I just want to understand.' he stated. 'Why me?' he asked sadly. Remembering how she sat back down on her chair and looked at him 'Because you noticed me as soon as I walked in and waited for the right moment to talk to me.' she'd answered him. his eyes had widen and she smiled and nodded - 'Yes I saw you as soon as I walked into the bar and I purposely sat next to you.' 'I chose you.' he'd blushed and she laughed. Sighing as he remembered this very first conversation - 'I want to see you again.' he'd told her. 'However - Whenever, you tell me.' 'I am yours.' 'Mondays will be our time together - here at this bar.' she'd answered 'Can we go somewhere else?' 'Can I ever or can we ever?' he'd asked back than so long ago. 'No, I cannot do that.' 'I am sorry.' she answered back so quickly. remembering how he leaned back into his chair, shook his head and had looked into her tearful eyes. 'I love you' was what he had told her. 'I don't know how or why but, I do.' 'I know honey.' 'I do not want to hurt you but, this is all I can give you for now.' she had tried to explain to him and even now he could remember how his heart had broken for them both. he had wanted to tell her no but, knew he would never - 'I will take what I can get from you honey.' 'For now but, not for long.' he told her and with his eyes he let her know that he meant it. 'Okay honey - we will talk more next Monday.' Than he had started to get up as she got up and she had placed a hand on his shoulder. 'No, I have to leave alone.' she told him. He had been confused but, she had smiled at him and leaned down to slide her tongue over his lips. that first night she had left him sitting there watching after her, he remembered that he had wanted to chase after her but, had been afraid that she would never return. he now wondered if that might have been what she wanted. Remembering back to those long days leading up to the second meeting had been crazy for him. He'd had lustful dreams that had woken him in the middle of the night - sweating. He remembered how he was so obsessed with her after one meeting that he had started to look at every dark haired woman hoping that it was her. He knew he was over the edge when he found himself buying of obsession so he can remember what she smelled like. Even now he wondered 'Where did she come from?' 'Why did she not let me walk her out?' And than that second Monday had come and he had awakened after a long dream of her and them - seeming reborn because he was going to see her. He had smiled and been so happy throughout the day that friends wanted to know what he was so happy about. He never told them anything - just continued to smile that entire workday. Because of how he felt he had wanted to be brave and tell her on that second meeting that wanted more. He had rushed out of work and gone to their bar, their table - ordered their drinks. He drank the first beer quickly and had ordered another because he wanted to work up the nerve to tell her. He knew that once she locked those beautiful almond shaped eyes on him, he would forget everything he wanted to say to her. So, he knew that if he could not focus on her eyes, he would be able to demand what he wanted. Than she had been standing at the door and slowly turning toward their table - once he saw her, he was breathless, she was more beautiful than before. she had smiled at him and he forgot what he was going to demand of her. she had moved gracefully between tables to get to him and never seemed to notice people as they turned to watch her pass by. Once she had reached him, she had moved right into his arms as if they did this everyday - kissing him passionately. He sighed, touching his lips with his hand - remembering all those wonderful passionate kisses. It had been a long two years of Mondays before he had gotten up the nerve to demand more again. How had it all happened again - he was trying to remember how it came to be that she was not with him anymore. 'Oh yes' I remember now. I was standing when she entered the bar and started coming toward me, she was able to see that something was different from my stance and set jaw. It had gone so badly that even now tears welled up in his eyes. he'd waited until she had gotten closer and loudly stated 'Him or Me.' he remembered the startled look in her eyes and how she had looked around - noticing for the first time that there were others in the bar with them. she had wanted to sit down but he had not allowed it. he wanted an answer to his question - he demanded by the stronghold he had on her wrist. 'No! Answer me, do you love me or not?' he asked loudly again. 'Let's sit and talk about this' he remembered her asking quietly 'No, I want an answer now' he demanded again. 'I cannot leave him - he needs me' she had answered back to him. Oh yes, it had gone very badly - he knew when he told her that he was leaving she would let him go. So, he had been and even now was surprised when she had asked him to stay almost begging him to stay. But, he could only remember how angry and hurt he was back then - he knew he had wanted to hurt her, had wanted to see her beg him so,he could walk away from her. 'No, I want more and if I cannot have more than I have to leave you.' he answered angrily almost hating her for making him hurt her. Again he sighed because he knew he had done it all wrong - he had hated her so much for not wanting him like he wanted her. But, yet he loved her so much that hurting her seemed okay. When she had pleaded again for him to stay - he had looked around the room and knowing that everyone was waiting for his answer. He did not want to look like less than a man so, he turned and walked away from her and out of the bar. As he had walked away quickly putting some distance between him and the bar - where she was sitting waiting for him. He had started to cry so hard that he thought his heart would burst from the pain that he was feeling. Sitting at the bar, he puts his hand to his chest - remembering the pain and the tears even now overflowing. he had gone around the corner and leaned against the wall, clutching his chest, a fist in his mouth - not allowing the screams to exit. he bit on his hand and quickly removed it only to scream out that he loved her. his mind had gone crazy for a minute because all he could remember was how she smelled, looked, smiled, cried. his body had started to convulse from the need to be near her and he had known than that he had done the right thing. Of course, now he was thinking maybe he had been an idiot to not continue - anything would have been better than never having her at all. He remembered that he had wanted her to chase after him, to tell him he could have anything as long as he came back to her but, the minutes seemed to creep by and she never followed after him. He wondered as he sat at the bar drinking his beer 'Why did she not love me as much as I loved her?'.'What hold did her husband have over her that she could not leave him?' 'Why did I never demand to know?' He knew the answer to those questions now - she wanted everything, she was a tease, a fucking bitch. That hatred had helped him get over her and the dreams had finally stopped about ten years after their last meeting. So, now he knew that he could confront her and find out why she had done that to him. 'Why make him love her knowing that she would never leave her husband?' 'Why say she loved him when she knew she did not?' he could ask these questions now. He was totally over her and knew it because even her perfume had no affect on him now. He waited and watched the clock get near to the time that she would normally come in. He was hoping that she still came to the bar but, as the time came and an hour passed - he knew she was not coming. He looked up at the bartender and waved him over. 'How long have you been working here?' he asked. The bartender answered 'only two weeks' turning added 'but, he has been here forever.' He recognized the bartender a bit older but, the same bartender from when they came in here for the Monday meetings. He waved and the bartender walked over - they looked at each other. The bartender smiled 'I remember you' 'You are the guy that had that table' and he pointed behind him. He turns and sees their table with two drinks - he is puzzled. He gets up and walks to the table, he sees the beer still cold and the chilled martini dripping water drops onto the table. He feels a hand on his shoulder and turns - 'I set that up every Monday in memory of the greatest lovers' 'You and her' the bartender tells him. 'I don't understand' he states 'You knew her?'. 'No, but I know of her' 'She died shortly after you walked out on her' 'Cancer' the bartender whispered sadly with a bowed head. He starts to fall down and feels hands helping sit - in her chair, in front of that martini. 6:39 PM 10/21/2007 Rose Sandoval
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