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azurelunatic) wrote2002-02-12 11:35 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-02-12 11:35 pm
Awful Realization
The Pretender, Vordarian, tried to disrupt the Regent's happy marriage by letting the Regent's wife know that the Regent at least had been in the past bisexual. He had a moment of Awful Realization when he finally remembered, too late, that the Regent's wife wasn't from a sexually stodgy little backwater.
The Regent's wife, in her turn, had a moment of the same sort, after she realized that Vordarian had just been trying to fuck with her husband's marriage.
I just had one of those moments of my own.
If I don't have the little pink vibrating thing that plugs into the cigarette lighter with me here in Arizona, then it must be...
...back in Alaska, in the glove box of my car, the car that my dear (and somewhat aging) father almost exclusively drives.
Either that, or it's in my bedroom back in Alaska...
...which my dear and conservative mother has been attempting to clean.
Neither of them would be so crass as to mention running across the item to me in conversation, of course. It's not the Thing That's Done in this family... it'll just remain a juicy little item in the family Not-Talked-About store of gossip that never gets gossiped. And Mama, or FatherSir, will look at me sideways a little...
Eh, what the hell. It's funny.
The Regent's wife, in her turn, had a moment of the same sort, after she realized that Vordarian had just been trying to fuck with her husband's marriage.
I just had one of those moments of my own.
If I don't have the little pink vibrating thing that plugs into the cigarette lighter with me here in Arizona, then it must be...
...back in Alaska, in the glove box of my car, the car that my dear (and somewhat aging) father almost exclusively drives.
Either that, or it's in my bedroom back in Alaska...
...which my dear and conservative mother has been attempting to clean.
Neither of them would be so crass as to mention running across the item to me in conversation, of course. It's not the Thing That's Done in this family... it'll just remain a juicy little item in the family Not-Talked-About store of gossip that never gets gossiped. And Mama, or FatherSir, will look at me sideways a little...
Eh, what the hell. It's funny.