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Tuesday Tales Traipsing Through a Field

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going under my sweet pseudonym Allee Mae. It's the 3rd in my YA paranormal romance series the Critter Getters. This book is entitled Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. Our word prompt today is "field" and I have plenty I can say with this particular prompt.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "field" as the prompt word.

Owen’s voice became uncharacteristically gruff. “I said I would be okay, I’m a grown man. Dammit, you aren’t my mother.”
Caleb stomped off. “Sure, you’re okay, don’t come griping to me when you get cancer or some radioactive sickness.” He yelled ahead to the girls. “Owen’s gonna stay here in the weeds and get ticks. He said never mind about him.”
The breeze settled through the brush and dipped low, providing relief from the heavy air. Pearl smiled at Owen and offered him a bottle of water. “Thirsty? Looks like you guys have been hiking for most of the day.”
He accepted the refreshment gratefully. “It’s been a busy morning.”
“Have you found anything suspicious out here? I mean, you are looking for something, I assume.”
“We are looking for evidence of paranormal activity.” Owen fiddled with a lace on his shoe. “I guess you’d say we investigate the sometimes unbelievable.”
“I’ve seen plenty in these woods.” A bead of sweat fell into a drop down Pearl’s temple. “But, I know how to handle myself.”
“You do…don’t you, Pearl? How is that? You are always alone, almost isolated…at least anytime I’ve seen you.”
“You can’t count on people to cut you a fair deal, I’ve had to make friends with nature. There’s nothing in these woods that would hurt me.”
Owen plucked a wild oat from in front of him. He chewed the end thoughtfully. “I want a chance to prove you wrong.”
“Prove me wrong? Excuse me Ghostbuster, but, I do believe I know this swamp better than you do and I don’t plan to get hurt just to see you point and giggle.”
Owen removed the thin weed from his mouth. “No, that’s not what I meant. I want a chance to prove you wrong about people, Pearl. I want to be your friend.”
“You don’t know me from Jack the Ripper. Why would you wanna be friends with a person like me?”Owen shrugged and adjusted his ball cap. “You aren’t a serial killer type, you seem to have much in common with me and I would like to be one human you can count on.”
“Count on you for how long, Owen? A week maybe? How long are you here for?” She cocked her head and adopted a questioning look. “We become best friends for a week so you can leave me? That makes so much sense.”
The air became heavy again while the billows rolled in over the warming sun. The rustling of bamboo, vines, and fresh new spring leaves completed the scene. Pearl raised her face upward, taking in the scant rays peeking through cottony clouds. “I’m fine with being alone, Owen. Don’t ask me too many questions, and I’ll do the same for you. We can hang out and talk while you’re here. I’ll be a part of your little conditioning experiment.” Pearl then scowled. “But, don’t expect too much from me. It ain’t a field of daisies walking in my huaraches.”

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Flash Fiction Friday - Don't You Love Sitting in his Lap?

TGIF Fellow Fathomers and welcome to the last day of January 2014. I hope you are staying warm where you are. I skimmed an article today that explained parts of Alaska had warmer weather than parts of the contiguous 48 States. This is crazy. But, all this cold weather does mean you can cuddle with the one you love and keep warm.
And, so the chill of the month is perfect for the picture below. Just how warm do you think these two are? What story do they have to tell? Well, here is my interpretation is just 100 words, no more, no less for this Flash Fiction Friday piece:


“This is how I like it best, when I can look into your eyes and see how much you want me. What happened to that feeling? Where has it been?”
“Stop thinking so much, just enjoy the moment…the here and now. I’ve missed you so much, can’t you tell?”
“I didn’t think we’d ever find ourselves here again, wrapped up in each other. In a way it feels like I don’t know you.”
“Maybe you don’t, Stormi, maybe we needed time. But, that’s over now, and all that matters is how I’m going to make love with you for hours…”
Now that you've read my interpretation, please see what the others have to say about these two lovers locked in an embrace:
J S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.comTheresa Stuart : http://oneuniquewomanswords.blogspot.com/p/flash-fiction-firdays.htmlNaomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.comDoris O'Connor: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/Jorja Lovett: http://jorja-lovett.blogspot.co.uk/AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com/Fierce Dolan: http://www.fiercedolan.comDavee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
It's almost time! Just how will Andrew keep Bea in his world? Look for Sexy Bea Spelling next month! 

Tuesday Tales Staring Into a Mirror- Do We Always Like What We See?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going under my sweet pseudonym Allee Mae. It's the 3rd in my YA paranormal romance series the Critter Getters. This book is entitled Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. Our word prompt today is "mirror" and I have plenty I can say with this particular prompt.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "mirror" as the prompt word.

Owen tried again. “Pearl, is that you?” He parted the underbrush to get a better look. However, he stopped before he made any actual forward progress.
The rest of the group stood back, speechless, and watched Owen’s movements. Owen looked to Caleb for assistance.  Caleb shifted his backpack and moved backward, but he subtly pointed toward the young woman. Owen gulped and nodded. “Hello? My friends and I just want to know if you’re okay.”
With still no response, Leandra got involved. “Hello in there, we just want to know you are safe, then, we will leave.” The young woman still did not move a muscle, not a twitch.
Kalista threw up her hands. “Look, guys, let’s go, obviously, we are in this girls’ space and she wants us gone.” She resumed walking again on the path that led to the main road.
Caleb, then, Leandra fell in line, and they joined Kalista on up the path. But, Owen stayed back, looking helplessly from his friends to the girl sitting cross legged in a clearing of trees. “Aw-right, fine then, I’m outta here. Continue with your mumbo jumbo yoga voo-doo crap.”
“It’s not voo-doo crap and you guys are invading my safe place.” Pearl finally spoke, but didn’t move.
A strange static electricity took over and Owen felt the hair on his arms rise accordingly. The dense air lifted and dried out, filling Owen’s chest rapidly. His lungs expanded and he gasped. The strength of three men filled him, his muscles stretched and he flexed. “Pearl, what’s going on here.”
“Welcome to my world, Owen. It’s just another day in paradise for me.”
A rush filled his veins. His tension lifted and he smiled. Something akin to a drug flowed through Owen from head to toe. Energy boosted his responses, he stepped closer to a still-seated Pearl. “What is this place?” Awe filled his tone. “It isparadise.”
“Your friends will want you to leave me.” Pearl spoke matter-of-factly, almost void of emotion.
The air drew from his stomach, as if he’d been sucker punched. He looked rapidly from Pearl to the path his friends had taken. However, he saw no sign of any of them. “Are you still here?” Owen yelled to the rest of his friends. “Listen, everything is good. I’m going to stay with Pearl for a while. I’ll meet up with you at Mr. Richard’s place.” He kept yelling, hoping none of them came back.
Instead, Caleb rushed back toward Owen. “Look, dude, we need to discuss this. Do you really want to stay out in the middle of nowhere?” His feet stopped several feet in front of Owen. Caleb pushed, but, only swayed front to back, his feet could not go another step further. The air on Caleb’s head pulled strangely toward the sky.
 “What the hell is this? I can’t move.” As if a giant balloon continued to rub against his head, static electricity surrounded him, embracing his limbs. His arms pulled strangely toward the direction Pearl sat. “This can’t be safe.”
Owen smiled and rolled his shoulders back. “This is amazing dude. Have you ever felt anything like this before?”
“We need to leave.”  Caleb pulled backward out of the circle of energy. “Owen, come on.”
“I’m fine, Caleb. I want to stay here with Pearl. I’ll meet you later.”
“You look like the Heat Meiser, man. I don’t want you to blow up or something.”
The electric sensation stopped and the chorus of frogs, crickets, birds, and other bugs began again. Both Caleb and Owen regained their full mobility. Owen stretched his hands out and gazed at them in amazement. “Whatever she is doing, I want to learn.” Owen sat down next to Pearl. “I mean it.” He looked at Caleb decisively. “I’ll be good.”
Caleb ground his back teeth. “Dude, this can’t be, you know, okay.”
"I don't know about you, but, I can look in a mirror and be just fine with the things I've done. Owen is just as safe with me as he is with you.” Pearl slowly looked directly into Owen’s direction. “He is a good person. No harm will come to him. I guarantee it.”
“As if that makes me feel any better.”

Owen’s expression softened. “You go on ahead. I’d like to stay here and spend some time talking with Pearl.”

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Saturday Sippers in The Locker - Happy BDAY Sister and Grandma!

Here they are in a birthday past shot. Sister Chrisee and Grandma Helen
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. This year I focus on some of my favorite adult beverages. Most will contain alcohol, but, some will not. Today, in honor of my middle sister’s and my Grandma’s birthdays I will highlight two of my favorites – Middle Sister wine and Birthday Cake vodka. I found Middle Sister wine at a target store I believe. I was so impressed because I do indeed have a middle sister…and she loves wine! For a reasonably priced bottle of vino- from Napa-, you can explore several varieties:Direct from the Middle Sister Wine Home Page: “Did you know that birth order is commonly believed to have a profound and lasting effect on psychological development? We did. And that is why we have dedicated these wines to the sister in the middle - the one who always seems to have a personality of her own and steals the show. Not everyone has a wine named especially just for her. Some people are just born lucky!Enjoy these sassy wines with your favorite family meals.” They have whites, reds, blends, merlot, Cab, moscato, bubbly, pinot grigio, malbec, Sauvignon Blanc, and rose'. If you have a taste for it, they probably have it. My sister, Chrisee, loves a good red blend.  [image error]
Now my second favorite birthday beverage is birthday cake vodka.  [image error]

This yummy vodka comes from Three Olives. I've tasted other brands of cake vodka and just didn't enjoy the flavor as much. Yes, this is sweet, and there is no doubt this is cake flavor. What's fun are the recipes you can try from this one bottle. Cake Vodka Recipes One of my favorites is the pineapple upside down cake. It really tastes like a liquid pineapple cake. Make sure to get the maraschino cherries for authenticity. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and if you're celebrating your birthday, comment here! Maybe I'll send you a surprise. happy weekend!

Just Out of My Grasp - Did Someone Say Snow?

IT'S COMING NEXT MONTH! HOPE YOU'RE READY!Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia.  I hear some of you sigh and groan. Frankly, I don’t blame you. Because for a long time, I was one of THOSE people. Yea, THOSE people. The ones who snubbed my nose at the notion of Fibromyalgia. I know I’ve said it before, but, it bears repeating because I want anyone reading this to understand how important recognition and respect for this disease is. An auto-immune disease of any kind is a formidable opponent, but, luckily, I’m harnessing it.For the most part.This past weekend, my daughter and I took a bonding vacation to Colorado. We love the mountains and rarely get a chance to relax and enjoy them. Usually when we visit, we are downhill snow skiing. Unfortunately, the last time I went was in November, and it made my feet cramp and burn and hurt so badly, I didn’t take very many runs downhill. Wow, sadness, let me tell you. I mean, I’m not very good at downhill skiing anyway. I’m a green trail girl at best and even some of those make my cramping toes curl and I pray the entire way down I make it without breaking a bone. I like lazy trails that I can gain slight speed, but, remain in complete control. However, when downhill skiing since I don’t ski fast, it means I must maintain a defensive stance against gravity. Big pizza, big pizza…(anyone from elementary ski school will understand) but, in order to slow down, you take your skis and in a type of pigeon toe, force your skis in a big “V”, with the point at the tip of your skis. It helps you slow down, but, it also takes intense leg muscle and foot involvement to keep that position while actually moving downhill. Or, I make long ribbons of trails by skiing almost sideways and turning. Imagine a big zig-zag from a sewing machine and that’s my snowtracks.Yea, I’m a speed chicken. My un-casted life flashes before my eyes and I imagine myself in head to toe plaster if I allow speed in the picture.Yea, I’m a chicken. Period.But, my daughter and I tried something this trip that I think I’m gonna love! We tried cross country skiing. I could go at my own pace and aside from some gradual slopes over the course of winding, flat trails, there was no fear of losing speed control.Best of all, my feet didn’t hurt the same way! Yes, I had some beginner’s tension that took over my tendons and created some discomfort, but, for the most part it was amazing. I could stop when I needed to and go faster at my own pace. It is awesome exercise and got me out on the snow trails again.It was just what I needed. I didn’t even use my ear buds for music…(like my teenage daughter did…sigh)Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire. Hugs for today …

Tuesday Tales Conquering a Hill

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going under my sweet pseudonym Allee Mae. It's the 3rd in my YA paranormal romance series the Critter Getters. This book is entitled Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. Our word prompt today is "hill" and I have plenty I can say with this particular prompt.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "hill" as the prompt word.

Breathing hard, she ran off the dirt path and down a squat hill into a swath of small trees. The pointy branches poked and scratched her smooth skin, drawing blood in squiggly shaped patterns. She stomped on rocks and stickers in her bare feet, further toughening their hide. The sun glared through holes in the dense foliage, stinging her sensitive eyes. She hurdled dead felled trees, landing as lightly as a deer without breaking stride.
The noise behind her quieted, confusing her senses, yet sharpened her awareness. She stopped momentarily to gauge her pursuers and try to formulate their location. A few bullfrogs croaked from muddy hideaways and crickets sang haphazardly. Pearl licked her dry lips and bit at the dead skin, making them bleed. She tasted the salty mix of sweat beading above her mouth and blood. Her stillness reminded her of the mosquitoes incessantly biting her, and she slapped one feasting on her forearm. The fat insect spurted all over her arm, spattering into bright red oblivion. Then, the chorus of catcalls and howls grew louder again and she started running once more.
She made it to the river’s edge, the murky water teeming with wildlife hidden among weeds, rocks, and stumps. Pearl smelled mating cottonmouth snakes and looked closely at her surroundings, trying to avoid a venomous bite. Satisfied with the safety of her hiding spot behind a tall stand of cattails, she closed her eyes and summoned help.
Pearl envisioned the group of bullies getting closer before she heard their hideous voices yelling threats of torment and maniacal laughter. The Lord of the Flies mentality permeated the group of reckless kids and today, their intensity scared her. She focused on the sticky mud at the bottom of the river and imagined her rescuer. Pearl deepened her breathing, almost to a yogic state and forced almost every ounce of breath from her lungs.
Pearl’s well timed autonomic nervous system calmed her conscious awareness. Her heart rate dropped to a steady rhythm, leveling out her mounting anxiety. She gripped the reed of one tall cattail stem and became one with the natural setting around her. Flies buzzed her head, yet she paid them no mind, her trance became deep and powerful. Pearl emitted a low hum from her gut, pushing the oxygen from her lungs. She smelled the pong of sour mud coming from the bubbles rising breaking the top of the water.
The wind picked up and whooshed her tangled hair across her face, it clung in places where the residue from a sticky caramel apple remained. Sweat ran down the back of her neck and armpits. Clouds covered the sun, stopping the sun from beating down on her small frame.

The shadowy water swirled into a high speed vortex, looking like a giant bathtub drain. Suddenly, the crickets and bullfrogs quieted, and an eerie silence fell around the swampy refuge. Pearl opened her eyes and focused on the rippling water. One boy peeked around the edge of the cattail stand, breaking her concentration. “Hey, the freak is over here!” He poked her in the abdomen with a long stick. “C’mon freak, get outta there or we will drag you out.”
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Amazon Allee MaeAhoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday...

Amazon Allee Mae



Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going under my sweet pseudonym Allee Mae. It's the 3rd in my YA paranormal romance series the Critter Getters. This book is entitled Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. Our word prompt today is "hill" and I have plenty I can say with this particular prompt.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "hill" as the prompt word.

Breathing hard, she ran off the dirt path and down a squat hill into a swath of small trees. The pointy branches poked and scratched her smooth skin, drawing blood in squiggly shaped patterns. She stomped on rocks and stickers in her bare feet, further toughening their hide. The sun glared through holes in the dense foliage, stinging her sensitive eyes. She hurdled dead felled trees, landing as lightly as a deer without breaking stride.
The noise behind her quieted, confusing her senses, yet sharpened her awareness. She stopped momentarily to gauge her pursuers and try to formulate their location. A few bullfrogs croaked from muddy hideaways and crickets sang haphazardly. Pearl licked her dry lips and bit at the dead skin, making them bleed. She tasted the salty mix of sweat beading above her mouth and blood. Her stillness reminded her of the mosquitoes incessantly biting her, and she slapped one feasting on her forearm. The fat insect spurted all over her arm, spattering into bright red oblivion. Then, the chorus of catcalls and howls grew louder again and she started running once more.
She made it to the river’s edge, the murky water teeming with wildlife hidden among weeds, rocks, and stumps. Pearl smelled mating cottonmouth snakes and looked closely at her surroundings, trying to avoid a venomous bite. Satisfied with the safety of her hiding spot behind a tall stand of cattails, she closed her eyes and summoned help.
Pearl envisioned the group of bullies getting closer before she heard their hideous voices yelling threats of torment and maniacal laughter. The Lord of the Flies mentality permeated the group of reckless kids and today, their intensity scared her. She focused on the sticky mud at the bottom of the river and imagined her rescuer. Pearl deepened her breathing, almost to a yogic state and forced almost every ounce of breath from her lungs.
Pearl’s well timed autonomic nervous system calmed her conscious awareness. Her heart rate dropped to a steady rhythm, leveling out her mounting anxiety. She gripped the reed of one tall cattail stem and became one with the natural setting around her. Flies buzzed her head, yet she paid them no mind, her trance became deep and powerful. Pearl emitted a low hum from her gut, pushing the oxygen from her lungs. She smelled the pong of sour mud coming from the bubbles rising breaking the top of the water.
The wind picked up and whooshed her tangled hair across her face, it clung in places where the residue from a sticky caramel apple remained. Sweat ran down the back of her neck and armpits. Clouds covered the sun, stopping the sun from beating down on her small frame.

The shadowy water swirled into a high speed vortex, looking like a giant bathtub drain. Suddenly, the crickets and bullfrogs quieted, and an eerie silence fell around the swampy refuge. Pearl opened her eyes and focused on the rippling water. One boy peeked around the edge of the cattail stand, breaking her concentration. “Hey, the freak is over here!” He poked her in the abdomen with a long stick. “C’mon freak, get outta there or we will drag you out.”
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Friday Flash Fiction Is It Really God's Hand?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to the Friday Flash Fiction...the source for 100 words for one shot...one picture is only worth 100 words in here. What do you think of the picture above? An exploding star perhaps? A witch casting her spell? Some crazy person actually holding dry ice in their hands?
Our little group will compose our best interpretation of this photo. Each writer will post their 100, so, give each of us a visit and comment. Tell us what you think. 
Enjoy
“What do you want me to say, Owen? That I shoot sparks and lightning bolts from my fingertips.” Pearl angrily laced up her trail boots and stood abruptly.
“I’m sorry, Pearl, I’m not trying to ruin our picnic. I’m asking questions, that’s all. I’m trying to understand you.” Owen reached up and lightly gripped her hand.
Pearl shook him off and walked toward a tree stump, she quickly sat down on it. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. I didn’t ask for any of this and I’d much rather be alone than try to continually explain myself.”
Now that you've read my 100, please visit the other authors for their interpretation of this mystical photo.Summer Ross: http://decadentkane.blogspot.com/Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.comS.J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.comNaomi Shaw:  http://www.authornaomishaw.com/Brantwijn Serrah: http://brantwijn.blogspot.comJ S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com/Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.comLeann Mitchell: http://www.leannmitchell.blogspot.com/Dariel Raye: http://www.pendarielraye.blogspot.comDoris O'Connor: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/Jorja Lovett: http://jorja-lovett.blogspot.co.uk/Theresa Stuart http://oneuniquewomanswords.webs.com/apps/blog/Davee Jones http://finless.blogspot.com/

It's Anniversary and Prizes Time From Secret Cravings Publishing!

Did you get a new tablet or e-reader for the holidays?Looking to fill it with some great books?Looking to romance away the winter blahs?Then stop by all the great SCP authors blogs for a chance to win some great romance novels?
Go to EVERY SCP author link and find the letters to spell out Secret Cravings PublishingEach author has been assigned a letter. Look for the snowflake with that author's letter and once you have spelled out the phrase, email your answers (match up the letter to the author*) to reviewcoordinator@secretcravingspublishing.com
*Some letters are used twice but that just means two authors have the same letter. You cannot use the same author for the same letter.
Aside from the individual authors' special prizes, SCP has some great prizes to offer too
Grand Prize- iPad 2First Place- Kindle HDXSecond Place- $50 SCP gift certificateThird Place- $25 SCP gift certificate
Winners will be notified by February 4, 2014
I will be giving away a prize gift basket of lots of goodies, books, and ebooks. (post items to North America only) I will draw one winner for every 5 comments!So, comment below and leave your email address!!!then visit the other participating authors!Participating Secret/Sweet Cravings authors are listed below Sandy Sullivan  Tricia Andersen  Lynn Rae  Kathleen Ball  Flossie Benton Rogers Jean Joachim M. S. Spencer Kenzie Michaels Davee Jones Lindsay Downs  Madison Sevier  Jennifer Simpkins. Holly J Gill Layla Hunter   Melissa Keir Karen Cino Carolyn Gibbs Christina Cole Sarah Cass Carolyn Wren Tamara Monteau Paloma Beck Cynthia Arsuaga H.N. Sieverding 
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Tuesday Tales -- Putting the Buzzzzzz in Satin

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going. It's a snarky, yet, erotic romance entitled Cheaper to Keep Her. Our word prompt today is "satin" and I have plenty I can say with this particular prompt.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "satin" as the prompt word. ***CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT*

“I don’t know who in the world would like satin sheets. They’re slippery and never stay on the bed the right way.” Stormi tugged at the fitted fabric pulling it into place.
“It’s supposed to be sexy, feel good on your skin. You don’t think so?” Stormi’s best friend, Peaches Johnson fiddled with a pillowcase.
“Peaches, would you please stop daydreaming and just hand me that pillow.” Stormi gruffly pulled it out of her hands.
“What’s gotten into you lately anyway? You used to be fun and crazy. Now you just sit around all moody and cranky. There isn’t anyone in a ten mile radius that’ll put up with you.”  Peaches applied a healthy layer of lip gloss. “Maybe you need someone to get inside those twisted-up panties of yours.”
“Do you think sex is the only way in life a person can be happy? You are so delusional. When I have needs, I take care of them. I don’t need someone else to do it for me.”
“I didn’t say you needed to, but, wouldn’t it be nice? It might take the edge off your attitude.”

Stormi opened and closed her mouth. She pursed her lips into a tight bunch and finished arranging the toss pillows on her bed. “I’m not undersexed, Peaches. Frankly, I don’t want to put up with anyone trying to boss me. The last time I had a conversation with my vibrator, he only said buzzzzz, without even changing his tone. It was quite delightful- as a matter of fact I think it’s the only word he knows. Very much unlike a man. 
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