You rang?
I was promised pie. Where’s the pie?
Aw, crap. I’m posting in the correct MMP…
CherryRaySue: TABA (cont)
The next day, CherryRaySue felt a hankering to explore. She dressed quickly and left the marble building. Many men followed her with their eyes as she sauntered through the city. Wish I had my MP3 she muttered. Soon she had left the city, but unbeknownst to her, she was being followed. Faramir had ordered Drodo, a Hobbit of some Renown, to escort CherryRaySue around Gondor. He had neglected to tell this to CherryRaySue. It was a Test of her innocence and purity, for the ways of the Gondorian is difficult to understand. Year upon year had come to these folk, never bringing them the fiery headed females promised by legend. Gondorians fell into despair. Such was their life in the White City. but there were those who still knew the Old Ways. A Titian lass, yes, but she must also be pure.
CherryRaySue was thirsty. She had walked out of town in the cool morning, but now she was footsore and tired. She had been steadily climbing a slope near the outskirts of town and now realized she was far above the White City. She heard the distant roar of water, but could not find it. She sat and removed her boots.Her mouth felt like the inside of a cotton ball. I’d kill for an Evian she thought. A small sound alarmed her. Looking up, she found herself looking at a short, hairy man.
“Be still, good lady, for I am one Drodo, a Hobbit of Renown” he said boldly and bowed.
“Glad to meetcha” she said.
“Your speech is droll and whimisical”, Drodo told her. “Is this educated speech in your land?”
“Sure as shootin’ it is.” She muttered. She was beginning to rethink her three days here. What had she got to show for it? A date gone bad, a meal with Faramir who kept checking her out or staring at like she was gonna die or something. There were outlet malls here, no manicurists, no beaches, no cocktail lounges. Hell, there wasn’t even line dancing!And that one guy…She shivered as she remembered his lean form and broad shoulders. CherryRaySue sighed.
“Do not despair, fair lady. Tell me what troubles you.” Drodo sat down next to her. He listened as she related her litany of woe. “but I can help you with one thing, dear lady! You are thirsty and hot. I know of place where there is water-lots of it—and you will have fun there. There is just one thing, though… It is forbidden to go there, under pain of death.”
“We’ll see about that death thing later.” CherryRaySue declared. “Where is this pool? Will you show me? I’m was so frusterated I could spit and now I don’t even have the spit!"
“I will—for a price.” Replied the Hobbit of some Renown. “I wish to see your breasts.”
“Oh, is that all? You all must not have Mardi Gras around these parts.” She lifted her tunic and presented her orbs of woman-flesh, glistening with pearls of exertion, her rosebud nipples shimmering in the soft sunlight. Drodo caught his breath. “To think that men see this often” he murmured, puzzled. “How is that we hobbits suffer such pain and doubt over such little things as female hobbit breasts?”
“Drodo? You ok? The breeze if making me a bit chilly.” CherryRaySue said.
“Yes, I see that”, Drodo chuckled. “Come to the pool and gambol with me.” They moved up the path, laughing. A dark, lithe figure followed on silent feet.
Hey, I never catch these things early anymore so, um … hi and stuff!
Shimmering nipples? Sounds like a band name or a cocktail.
Hi Wile E!
CherryRaySue GATAB (cont)
The cascade started high above in the mountains above the White City. From the southern side of the slope it ran down in rills through rock and bluff until it folded itself into the hillside beneath the city. Small trees and flowering shrubs grew alongside the stream. A stone platform jutted out from one of the many caves, partially bisecting the waterfall; from here a constant rainbow grew. “This is Mt Kolunaluna”, he said. “it is sacred to all Gondorians.” Drodo led her into this cave and showed her where to leave her clothes. He said that since she has been a real good sport about her breasts, that he was going to look for medicinal herbs and mushrooms and left her. CherryRaySue was alone in the Forbidden Pool.
And there I really will leave it for tonight…
You want the pie or the hot sex? You can’t have both, silly.
Hot sex, please.
Then pie.
But right now, shower, and then I catch up on an MMP that appears to have assploded while I was busy doin’ things.
Home from work, sore and tired. The Canes won tonight. One of the players got hurt.
rigs, great novel, keep it up.
swampy, my family uses Stove Top stuffing for Thanksgiving. :eek: 
Hugs and waves to everybody else.
My, aren’t we greedy?
Speaking of showers, I should probably go take one too. And then stumble into bed. It’s been a long day.
Glad everybody is managing to sleep this morning, States’-side 
Haze, sounds like that may have been a successful interview… here’s hoping!
Oh, I’ll definitely take the Hot Sex over pie. Because I could, conceivably, create a pie single handed… Hot sex… not so much :o
Rigs… c’mon, let’s get to the *interesting *parts. 
I’m all ready for a major installation tonight… which means I can’t make any more changes to the project right now.
I’m bored.
Entertain me? Please!?
We had a player get hurt Saturday night; he went into the boards head-first and is now out for at least a month. Coach said it wasn’t really a bad hit, he was just off balance. So we’re signing a former player to a 5-game tryout.
It’s going to be a long day; I woke myself up coughing at 5am and missed the last hour of sleep. That really bites.
On with the story! Please?
Caffeinated and off to work.
I am up, caffeinated, ay my desk working and it’s barely 5:45 AM.
Gack
South of the border, it’s Thursday of next week. I thought you Canucks had it last month…
Hot sex for me has traditionally involved a form of pie…
Mindfield is correct in the order. Hot sex, then pie. Then more hot sex. Then…probably more hot sex…but after that? Pie.
Anyone that says you can’t have pie AND sex isn’t trying hard enough.
However, sometimes good pie can lead to hot sex. Ummm… so I’ve heard…
If CherryRaySue had blonde hair, she’d be Joy from My Name Is Earl. I mean, come on, if ever there was a line meant for Joy to say this is it! 
Up and caffienatin’ here. I came home last night, took a shower and fell into bed cause I was tahred! Thus, I am up now and have a pot roast in the crock pot. Ol’ y’all know who is comin’ by for lunch today. I figure a pot roast with a nice gravy with carrots and N.O.T. would be good. Ima do some lima beans and make some corn bread too. Ambitious ain’t I! Beans and corn bread don’t take long and the pot roast just does it’s own thing in Mr. crock pot.
Glad the interview went ok Haze. Yays, boos, hugs etc. as needed.
Later Y’all!
What’s an N.O.T. ?
So, I got here to work this morning and my dad had done some rearranging of the shop last night (which I knew about). The first words out of one of my employees’ mouths was, “I don’t like it.” No ‘hello’ or ‘how are you today.’ Nada. I am pretty peeved right now. I think this may give me the courage to do what I should have done awhile ago. I’ve been needing to cut back hours to save money now that I am no longer physically ill all the time. This could be the day.
Not Our Taters