Part 13, Ver. 1.1 Hell Hath No Fury Like PMS
In the most treasured and awe inducing place known to man, a teenage girl's bedroom, sat four lovely ladies in a circle conspiring.
(Story) Are they naked too?
(Author) For the story, no. But in my mind they're completely naked and hot for me.
(Story) Just asking.
(Author) Oh, but in my mind… especially since I found this one pic of Emilie, I mean, she…
(Story) ENOUGH, I so do not want to know what goes on in your mind.
(Author) But you asked.
(Story) Just shut up and write.
(Author) Okay, fine then. But it was a black and white picture and she was topless and…
(Story) STOP. STOP IT, or else I'll frag your picture archive.
(Author) Eep…
Being forced back into the story, we continue.
"Liz, remember how you attacked Yoda?" Tess started, while everyone else began to giggle at the blush that began.
"God, please let me live that down. And never tell Max, ever. If you do, I will make sure there are no remains to be found." Liz said, giving a look so evil that Hillary Clinton applauded (Yes, Hillary Clinton is reading this story right now. Bill is reading Roswell Smut though… not that I, the Author, blame him. GO BILL!!!).
Giving a brief smile to Tess, Maria started. "Oh, we don't have to tell him. He already knows."
The next moment is censored due to the violent content and the language that sweet little Liz used, let's just say that several Sailors learned new words to use and blush over, also, Tess, Isabel and Maria were all slightly injured and a stuffed animal will never be able to procreate. Never piss off the quiet ones.
"Liz, put Mr. Squishels down before you hurt him too. I didn't tell Max, none of us did. The fact is, Max WAS YODA." Tess said, grabbing Mr. Squishels and holding him tight to her lovely, soft, creamy, sweet monumentally wonderful chest.
(Story) Um, dude, you need to get laid.
(Author) I won't even comment on that. I'm male, she's hot, be glad I don't have her dancing naked in go-go boots while "Pour Some Sugar On Me" plays.
(Story) I so did not need that visual.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAX WAS YODA!?!?" Said Liz, looking every bit like a miniature Xena Warrior Princess about ready to kick some ass in a sexy way.
(Story) That's it, I'm starting you on a diet of salt peter.
(Author) Pickle the pickle?
(Story) Huh? I don't want to know. Just, go on, get this part finished for Gonk's sake.
"Um, yeah. Max was Yoda, Alf was Michael, Kyle was Elvis and Alex was E.T." Tess said, still holding Mr. Squishels to the Promised Land to protect him.
"Oh my God, I saw Alex strip again? Wait, so did everyone else! Dammit! He's mine." Isabel then had a fit.
"Um, yeah, sure Isabel." Maria rolled her eyes and the nut cases who were her friends. She seriously needed more down to earth friends, no pun… actually, pun intended.
"Oh god, how can I face Max again, I molested him. Oh he must think I'm some lusty lush." Liz, overreacting as women tend to do, buried her head in Tess' cleavage.
(Story) WHAT?
(Author) Oh, sorry, Freudian slip.
*AHEM* "Oh god, how can I face Max again, I molested him. Oh he must think I'm some lusty lush." Liz, overreacting like women tend to do, buried her head in a pillow and tried to suffocate herself… which could have just as easily been done between the pillowy mounds of Tess' breasts.
(Story) You're insufferable.
(Author) Sure am, and if you weren't what I was typing I'd think you were hot.
(Story) As if I weren't disturbed enough already.
"Liz, he was stripping, it says more about him. Anyway, Tess and I have already planned out our revenge on our boyfriends, which will happen tomorrow, I thought tonight we might plan what we do to them all together." Maria said, winking at Tess in the knowledge of what they were going to do to their guys.
"You know, I have this great idea… You know what's going on this Friday night at the theatre, right?" Isabel said, smiling horribly.
"Oh no, you aren't thinking what I think you're thinking are you?" Said Liz, thinking, as she tends to do.
"Sure am, we confront them all with what we know and make them do this or else we make their lives miserable. They have to dress the parts and perform." Isabel, being the Ice Queen, gave a chilling smile.
"I love it Isabel, great idea. But I don't think that's enough. I think we should force them to, on Saturday, dress completely in drag and serenade us." Tess was getting in to it too.
"I don't know, do I really want to see Max in drag?" Liz, hey, do I really need to explain her? I'll just say "Liz said, 'nuff said."
"Liz, don't fret if my brother has a bigger chest than you." Isabel said giggling.
"HEY, I'm not that flat. And his chest is quite manly I think." Liz said, 'nuff said.
"Cut the chica some slack, your brother's chest is bigger than most. Bigger than mine even." Said Maria, being mean to Liz.
"Yeah, wait, hey…" Liz said, 'nuff said.
"So, we have some plans, right? Well, let's pig out on ice cream, for tomorrow the fun begins. And we can keep torturing them and reminding them forever. And you know why?" Tess asked with a maniacal grin.
"Why?" Was the chorused response.
"Because we're women, and not letting things rest in the past is what we do." Tess said, uttering a secret truth.
And while no one was looking, the back of Mr. Squishels opened and a horn… erm, and a slightly distracted Smurf stepped out and fled to report to the others…
In the most treasured and awe inducing place known to man, a teenage girl's bedroom, sat four lovely ladies in a circle conspiring.
(Story) Are they naked too?
(Author) For the story, no. But in my mind they're completely naked and hot for me.
(Story) Just asking.
(Author) Oh, but in my mind… especially since I found this one pic of Emilie, I mean, she…
(Story) ENOUGH, I so do not want to know what goes on in your mind.
(Author) But you asked.
(Story) Just shut up and write.
(Author) Okay, fine then. But it was a black and white picture and she was topless and…
(Story) STOP. STOP IT, or else I'll frag your picture archive.
(Author) Eep…
Being forced back into the story, we continue.
"Liz, remember how you attacked Yoda?" Tess started, while everyone else began to giggle at the blush that began.
"God, please let me live that down. And never tell Max, ever. If you do, I will make sure there are no remains to be found." Liz said, giving a look so evil that Hillary Clinton applauded (Yes, Hillary Clinton is reading this story right now. Bill is reading Roswell Smut though… not that I, the Author, blame him. GO BILL!!!).
Giving a brief smile to Tess, Maria started. "Oh, we don't have to tell him. He already knows."
The next moment is censored due to the violent content and the language that sweet little Liz used, let's just say that several Sailors learned new words to use and blush over, also, Tess, Isabel and Maria were all slightly injured and a stuffed animal will never be able to procreate. Never piss off the quiet ones.
"Liz, put Mr. Squishels down before you hurt him too. I didn't tell Max, none of us did. The fact is, Max WAS YODA." Tess said, grabbing Mr. Squishels and holding him tight to her lovely, soft, creamy, sweet monumentally wonderful chest.
(Story) Um, dude, you need to get laid.
(Author) I won't even comment on that. I'm male, she's hot, be glad I don't have her dancing naked in go-go boots while "Pour Some Sugar On Me" plays.
(Story) I so did not need that visual.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAX WAS YODA!?!?" Said Liz, looking every bit like a miniature Xena Warrior Princess about ready to kick some ass in a sexy way.
(Story) That's it, I'm starting you on a diet of salt peter.
(Author) Pickle the pickle?
(Story) Huh? I don't want to know. Just, go on, get this part finished for Gonk's sake.
"Um, yeah. Max was Yoda, Alf was Michael, Kyle was Elvis and Alex was E.T." Tess said, still holding Mr. Squishels to the Promised Land to protect him.
"Oh my God, I saw Alex strip again? Wait, so did everyone else! Dammit! He's mine." Isabel then had a fit.
"Um, yeah, sure Isabel." Maria rolled her eyes and the nut cases who were her friends. She seriously needed more down to earth friends, no pun… actually, pun intended.
"Oh god, how can I face Max again, I molested him. Oh he must think I'm some lusty lush." Liz, overreacting as women tend to do, buried her head in Tess' cleavage.
(Story) WHAT?
(Author) Oh, sorry, Freudian slip.
*AHEM* "Oh god, how can I face Max again, I molested him. Oh he must think I'm some lusty lush." Liz, overreacting like women tend to do, buried her head in a pillow and tried to suffocate herself… which could have just as easily been done between the pillowy mounds of Tess' breasts.
(Story) You're insufferable.
(Author) Sure am, and if you weren't what I was typing I'd think you were hot.
(Story) As if I weren't disturbed enough already.
"Liz, he was stripping, it says more about him. Anyway, Tess and I have already planned out our revenge on our boyfriends, which will happen tomorrow, I thought tonight we might plan what we do to them all together." Maria said, winking at Tess in the knowledge of what they were going to do to their guys.
"You know, I have this great idea… You know what's going on this Friday night at the theatre, right?" Isabel said, smiling horribly.
"Oh no, you aren't thinking what I think you're thinking are you?" Said Liz, thinking, as she tends to do.
"Sure am, we confront them all with what we know and make them do this or else we make their lives miserable. They have to dress the parts and perform." Isabel, being the Ice Queen, gave a chilling smile.
"I love it Isabel, great idea. But I don't think that's enough. I think we should force them to, on Saturday, dress completely in drag and serenade us." Tess was getting in to it too.
"I don't know, do I really want to see Max in drag?" Liz, hey, do I really need to explain her? I'll just say "Liz said, 'nuff said."
"Liz, don't fret if my brother has a bigger chest than you." Isabel said giggling.
"HEY, I'm not that flat. And his chest is quite manly I think." Liz said, 'nuff said.
"Cut the chica some slack, your brother's chest is bigger than most. Bigger than mine even." Said Maria, being mean to Liz.
"Yeah, wait, hey…" Liz said, 'nuff said.
"So, we have some plans, right? Well, let's pig out on ice cream, for tomorrow the fun begins. And we can keep torturing them and reminding them forever. And you know why?" Tess asked with a maniacal grin.
"Why?" Was the chorused response.
"Because we're women, and not letting things rest in the past is what we do." Tess said, uttering a secret truth.
And while no one was looking, the back of Mr. Squishels opened and a horn… erm, and a slightly distracted Smurf stepped out and fled to report to the others…