Nocturne, of course, takes FULL advantage of bobkitty while she’s out.
But Crunchy, I just wanted you all to myself…see if we could strike a deal about that silly bet I made…
::bats eyelashes::
I’ve been a bad bad Cubs fan…
:gives out the last of the green M&M’s to pucette and smile knowingly:
“Now it’s time for the big guns.”
:reaches back into bag and pulls out portable self-hanging disco ball. tosses it in air and it immediately attaches to ceiling:
:pulls out “Pleasure Chest”'s “Swing of pleasure” and hangs from small hook on the end of the new disco ball:
:pulls out satin tapestries and hangs over the walls:
:slyly, reaches into bag and pulls out a new CD. Put’s it in cd player presses play and grooves back over to Pucette as “Let’s get it on” begins to play:
DaLovin’ Dj
::Sits down dejectedly, crosses arms over chest and pouts::
Am I losing my powers?
Hey, don’t Bogart the bobkitty!
Seriously, bobkitty, I’ve been a perfect cad. [sub]I had a class! Really! Then dinner![/sub]
Anyhoo, suffice it to say that had I been here, I would have taken full advantage of your, um, talents. Raincheck? Tomorrow, maybe? I’ll be at work all day, and God knows there’s nothing to do there but surf the boards. Whaddaya say?
Besides, it’s been a while since a sexy Doper wanted to…um…dance with me. 
And besides, I’m not “most guys”. I’d rather hear you tell me about yourself. Reciprocity is, of course, a good thing though…
:hands bobkitty a Kleenex:
See you tomorrow?
I’m not good at this flirting thing, but dlgirl (after drawing flirtations that led to outright combat in another thread) joked, “you would have thought my sig was “FREE SEX.””
Well, it seemed like a good idea to me…
So, ladies. How ya like my sig? 
I mean, really, how many guys do you know who would make such a bold offer? [sub]okay, don’t answer that question…[/sub]
Oh, sure Ross, thanks. I feel so flattered that I inspired your sig. I just wish it were something more classy. Oh, well.
So, you wanna flirt?
FWIW, I went down to the wilds of Northern Virginia, to help my good friend Geobabe with her car. This is a long trip for me. I happily did it because Geo is a friend, and quite honestly, she’s sexier than a tattered g-string in a strip club. When I got there, she thanked me for coming, and asked if I’d had dinner. I said no, so we went out and ate. When the bill came, she took it. She gave the waiter her credit card, and then looked at me and said " Well, I was gonna give you a blowjob for helping me, but now I’ve paid for dinner". At this point, I whipped out my wallet and threw, in the general direction of the waiter, my AMEX card, a Visa, A MasterCard, a Texaco credit card,a Discover card, my debit card, a picture of my ex-wife, A Diners Club card, my Blockbuster card, lint, my health insurance card, my license to sell health insurance in Maryland, A Carte’ Blanc card, 23 reciepts from purchases I’d made before and $.37 in change. Alas, it was to no avail, he had already turned the corner. When we got back to her house, I spent about an hour working on her GODDAMN carborator( see, in an old american car, it’s 2 bolts, a fuel line and a filter. In an '84 honda, there are 3,271 vacuum lines and bolts that are unreachable with any tool known to man.) I failed to fix it, but I know now what I have to do to fix it. I’m going back down there this weekend to get it done, and believe me, I’m gonna eat before I go!
P.S. Lisë? 
pat pat
Next?
I repat: :P. Or you really wanna start from scratch? No skin 0ff my nose.
repeat;…:p…That is all.
Um. Dj? Can I borrow that when you’re done with it? Ya know, a try-before-you-buy sorta thing.
(No, ma, it’s a planthanger, REALLY!)
Tell me about these ‘powers’ and I’ll let you know. <hoping these superpowers include the words ‘oral pleasure’>
<<this is why I need an internet connection at home>>
<licks fingertips after M&Ms>
<finger stays in mouth as dalovindj sets his shit up>
<eyes widen as he grooves back>
Why, I do believe it’s time for some dancin’!
Okay, first of all, that swing needs to be properly anchored in a beam. That disco ball just ain’t gonna do it. See… here’s a nice structural beam, right over here.
Now, secondly, no offense, but I prefer the Love Swing. Something about the nice padded leather… plus it’s rated for up to 400 pounds, which means more than one person can play. Here… let me just take care of this…
::bobkitty pulls out a spare Love Swing, easily hooks it up to the ceiling::
And, the hook here doubles as a nice plant hanger, for when company comes over. No, you DON’T want to know why I know so much about this sort of thing. Just enjoy, 'k?
-BK
::bobkitty wakes up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Yawning with total kitty abandon, little pink tongue sticking out, she scratches her head and looks around::
Hey… why am I all rumply? And my shirt’s buttoned wrong! And whose boots are these? HEY! CRUNCHY! This is all YOUR fault, isn’t it? You used… the WORDS!!! And I got taken advantage of and I MISSED IT!!! Dammit. [sub]Nocturne, hun, was it good for you? Maybe we can try again when I’m not so… swooning?[/sub]
::bobkitty goes into full-blown pout for all of a minute::
There. I’m done. Now let’s see… one more thing to take care of…
::bobkitty quickly re-buttons her shirt and runs her fingers through her hair. pulling herself up to her impressive 5’6" height (bwah ha ha ha!), she puts her hands on her hips and glares at Lindy, grey eyes flashing::
Yeah, well, excuses, excuses, excuses. Now, BOY, how do you plan to make it up to me? And it had BETTER be good. [sub]and involve at least one set of manacles, and maybe a riding crop[/sub] And I don’t recommend taking lessons from Crunchy.[sub]well, not if you want me awake, that is[/sub]
-BK
You weren’t alone, darling, you were with me in my dreams all night long.
Ginger: “Bill, why are your knuckles all torn up?”
UncleBill: Well it seems Bellsouth had to be, um, convinced that having a DSL Server down for three days is a BAD thing."
(Deep breath, walks up to Pucette).
Care to waltz?
setting up backgammon board and bottle of Sambuca with some Monk on the stereo.