Ginger, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a thread like this?
Let me take you away from all this.
I’ll buy you an igloo. I’ll give you back bacon. I’ll even wax your snowshoes. I’ll take you to exotic places. Saskatoon. Moose Jaw. Hell, money’s no object. I’ll even take you to Regina.
Boy, can I turn a girl’s head, or what?
What.
::bobkitty rolls her eyes, muttering something about men always wanting HER to make the decisions::
Well, now, luv… I’d LIKE to be able to participate in the decision-making process by just trying out a few things, but see, I’m tied down here and… well… my shirt is over there somewhere…[sub]probably being co-opted by Nocturne as we speak[/sub]
So, I guess it’s up to you, then.
[sub]And Ginger, I’m with ya. But it’s FUN, ain’t it???[/sub]
Well, it looks like I’m suddenly doin’ much better, thank you! Why don’t you have a seat here and tell me how you’re doin’? 
C’mere and give me a kunik, big boy. Just watch out for Bill - I understand he wears a kilt and packs quite a punch.
Besides, [sub]Slip Ma-[/sub]honey, he lives in Florida. Maybe you can share.
[sup][sub]…Ginger runs away in a giggling fit…[/sub][/sup]
Fix my car.
Well, in that case…
:turns bobkitty right-side up:
:reaches for an ice cube…:
After Zanshin whispers some VERY naughty somethings in her ear, celestina gets close to Zanshin’s ear and whispers some more VERY naughty somethings back to him. Interspersed with those naughty somethings is an innocent lick and a nibble or two. [giggle] celestina then turns away from a blushing Zanshin and faces the bar so she can order a shot of Oban. Drink in hand she takes a sip, sets the glass down on the bar and turns back to Zanshin. So where were we, Sugarpie?
My motor runnin’, honey.
Bed? Hey, we were in the LIVING ROOM! Slow down, Ginger, I’m not THAT kind of guy!
[sub]stop that snickering, I’m trying to be serious here[/sub]
Honesty is my second best attribute!
…I’m about to faint dead away, and will remain thusly for the next hour.
When I wake up, will you take me for a ride on your motorcycle?
Pshaw, how many beautiful sunsets do you get in the Land of the Midnight Sun?
Would you rather frolick with Manatees and Dolphins? Or Polar Bears?
Sail across to the Bahamas? Or dogsled to La Ronge?
Wear an itsy-bitsy bikini? Or wear a fleece overcoat?
I thought so.
I’d be delighted! <slight curtsey>
<whisper>You know, this is the first time I’ve waltzed under a disco ball…</whisper>
As soon as I adjust the timing for a little added rumbling at idle. TruePisces liked it.
But that was before you registered, honey.
::bobkitty yips as the ice touches her skin, locking eyes with the source of her torment and straining at the scarves that still held her in place. Growling, she wraps her legs around Lindy, knocking him off-balance and on top of her. He can feel her lips move feather-light against his::
Someone’s being a verynaughty boy.
Oh yes! Trust me on this one, it’s a ride you’ll never forget!
:struggle:
:squirm:
Hm. My arms seem to be pinned to my sides.
:licks the end of bobkitty’s nose, hoping to surprise her enough that he can free his hands:
Naughty, huh? I’m positive there’ve gotta be some consequences for that…
::sits down extremely close to TP::
Much better, now that I’ve found a beautiful woman to talk with! 
Y’know, there’s a lot of nice scenery around here - tapestries on the walls, Love Swings in action, scarves with brass bedposts at one end and a woman’s wrists at the other, Geobabe asking men to fix her, um, carburetor - so what are you enjoying most of all these sights and sounds?
::places hand on TP’s knee, moves it up her thigh, hiking up her skirt noticeably::
:TP smiles at RT’s touch, as a shiver of excitement runs through her body. She turns to admire him before answering his question.:
Of course, the company would be what I’m enjoying most. However, I’ve got to say that they are giving me some ideas for some things I may want to try a little later.
Indeed.
Now may be a good time to tell me about all of those other girls in your life…
Okay… let me get this straight. I have a perfectly adorable guy, trapped, squirming- deliciously, I might add- on top of me, and you expect me to LET YOU GO???
Keep squirming, hon. It’s only turning me on.
Ginger, my darling Ginger, try as I may, I cannot even remember anyone in my life before you. Your beauty and kindness fill my soul with such joy and fulfillment that I cannot tear my mind away from this blissful moment to think back to those daliances, to those who merely brushed the surface of my inner being. You define rapture by your smile, poets weep for their inability to describe your laughter, and your beauty would surely send nations to war if they for a moment thought they could capture your essence as a national treasure. But I know you can never be contained, never placed in a cage. You radiance will burst any bonds that dare to restrain you. I can merely strive to provide for you that which you desire.