Autheress here.
I realize there has been a dreadful long absence between these chapters. For that I'd like to thank Resistive Stress Disease. Remember me complaining about my wrists hurting at the end of each chapter? Bingo! It's either that or the angle at which I type at. I'm really hoping all I have to do is get a higher chair!
Never fear, reader dear. (Or perhaps, do fear!) I can still type (no duh) though perhaps not as often as I'd like. So hopefully, I'll still be able to finish the Yujo Chronicles by the end of July. I'll just have to be careful.
On with the chappie!
Yujo Chronicles: Kiamo's Story
Kiamo's room was once again littered with clothes, each seeming to have a flaw. She held up a shimmering pink top to herself and studied her reflection in the mirror critically.
Does this make me look like I'm trying too hard?! Yes.
The shirt was tossed onto her bed, and Kiamo went to her closet to check out the rest of her options.
"Darn it." All that was left in the closet was a few empty hangers. All of her clothes were lying in various piles around the room. And she was still clueless.
"What was that, dear? Oh my." Musuru Luniari stuck her head into her daughter's room. "Having a clothing crisis again?"
"Yes, and it's for a date!" Kiamo wailed dramatically. "A date that is happening in an hour!"
"First date?"
"Yeah. Why?" Kiamo asked.
"Well...wait here a minute." Her mother left briefly and returned holding a small bundle. "Try this on."
Kiamo took it carefully, wondering what strange garment her mother wanted her to wear. Like most other mothers, Musuru didn't usually keep up with current teen fashion. But warily, Kiamo untied the string that kept the cloth over the bundle.
"Oh, wow, Mom." Kiamo breathed. Under the plain scrap of cloth was a wonderful work of art. Shimmering faintly with a silver hue, the dress appeared to be sewn of a light blue silk. It was styled in a way that Kiamo had only seen in older movies, but that was the only indication of its age.
Kiamo hurriedly slipped into it, almost reverently. It had short, cropped sleeves in a transparent white that flowed freely about her shoulders. It wasn't low-cut but instead came all the way up her neck, fastening in the back.
Kiamo turned to view the back in the mirror and grinned. The back was open to about three inches above her waist, and then the blue silk floated around her knees. On the right side, the bottom hem of the dress rose gently to mid-thigh.
"Oh, Mom, it's perfect!" She spun around, loving the feeling of the silk brushing her legs.
Musuru smiled softly, wiping tears from her eyes. "You'll need to wear a slip under that. And, maybe I'll let you wear perfume, but I don't want to give your date any ideas, I mean, the perfume's called 'Deep Romance' and-"
Kiamo cut her off with a smile. "I don't need any perfume, Mom. Thank you. It's perfect."
"I'm glad, dear. That's the dress I met your father in, almost twenty-two years ago. He told me I l-looked like an angel in blue, and he took me along the beach.." Her mother trailed off in thought. "But you make your own memories."
Kiamo looked at her reflection again in the mirror. "I will, Mom."
Seto.
The Ferrari had always looked better on him, Seto had decided. Or, at least he looked better in a Ferrari. So one had been specially delivered to replace the Mustang.
Kuwabara couldn't believe it. Day One, he had a Mustang in the driveway. Day Three, there was a Ferrari. What was next? A Mercedes? A camel?
Kuwabara turned to ask Yusuke, who had been visiting, but the seat where he had been was empty. "Yus-"
Kuwabara glanced back out the window. The dark haired teen was peering through the car windows, nodding energetically while Seto Kaiba listed off the sports car's features. Interested, Kuwabara shoved past the screen door to the driveway.
"Zero to sixty, my friend, zero to sixty." Yusuke was saying. "Y'can keep the fancy paint job, just gimmie the hard-core motor and I'll be cruisin'."
"Then obviously, you've never heard the sound system." Seto replied with a grin. He looked up, saw Kuwabara, then looked down to his silver-plated wristwatch. "Sorry, Urameshi, I must go and pick up Miss Luniari. We must be there at six-thirty."
Yusuke clapped the multimillionaire on the back. "Way to play the cards, buddy. But, it's only five-thirty."
"Let me give you boys some good, solid advice on how to win a girl on the first date." Seto said smoothly. "Dress well, bring enough money to cover the bill, and take her somewhere at least twenty minutes away."
"Why twently minutes?" Kuwabara inquired.
Seto gave a small sigh, and began to explain in a manor that made Kuwabara feel an inch tall. "Use logic. Any man can take a girl to a diner or restaurant in their hometown. But a man who really cares plans ahead, and makes the effort to move that extra inch to make the goal- the girl- feel like she's special wins in the end."
"Check." Yusuke grinned. "Take notes, Kitten-boy. This here is a professional ladies' man. I sure as hell am, to use on Katsu when she's stopped bein' so stubborn."
Kuwabara sniffed haughtily, or tried to appear that way. Instead, it sounded like he had a bad cold. "I'll bet he loses her after the first date. Kiamo's one tough nut to crack. She is a girl, remember."
Seto stared at him, an expression of mixed pity and annoyance. "Like I'd forget she's a girl. Also, I like to think of her as merely the finish line. Some of us, " he glanced pointedly at Kuwabara, "don't have the power or endurance to get there. Others simply do."
"True that." Yusuke nodded, not catching Seto's real meaning.
"Exactly." Seto smirked. "Urameshi, four o' clock at the diner tomorrow, right?"
"Yep. The guys an' me'll be there."
"Excellent. Well, I'm off to the finish line."
With that, he stepped into the sports car, and squealed out of the driveway, two sets of rubber following him.
"I hate him." Kuwabara said suddenly.
"Yeah, me too." Yusuke laughed. "Now I know the reason that kid is making the big bucks. He was probably flirtin' with the nurses minutes after he was born!"
Kuwabara shook his head, feeling tired. "You go home. I need to sleep."
"Sure. Y'comin' to the diner tomorrow?" Yusuke punched his friend lightly on the shoulder.
"On a Saturday? Why? I only go there after school. Naw, I'll just piss Shizuru off." Kuwabara scowled. Like hell I'll go an' sit with some fancy-pants pretty boy who's stealin' my life, what little I had..
"It's been easier to do lately. It'll be fun." Kuwabara ended rather lamely.
"Yeah, 'cause Emergency room runs are always a blast and a half. Suit yourself, fool."
...
Getting picked up in Seto's Ferrari had been thrill enough, but when he got out to open the passenger door for her, Kiamo felt as though she was going to either break into tears or laughter for giddiness. Luckily, she did neither and kept herself composed.
"So where are you takin' me?" Kiamo sat back in luxurious seat as he pulled away from the curb.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret." Seto smiled. "Just sit back and relax, it's a little bit of a drive."
With smooth music humming out of the speakers and the purr of the Ferrari's motor, it was almost impossible to not relax. But the quiet rise and fall of Seto's voice chatting amiably with her kept her nerves on edge. Her body was alive with the secret thrills of being alone with such an incredible person.
Seto seemed almost too comfortable, at least tallied up against what Kiamo's past first dates had been like. She had expected nervous chatter, awkward silences and maybe a sweaty hand holding until that too became too awkward. She knew of embarrassed laughter, small shuffling, and fleeting glances before finally, conversation broke out and the two almost felt normal.
But then again, the first thing we did when we met was kiss. I wonder if we'll do more of that tonight..?
"Kiamo?"
"Wha-? Oh, sorry, what was the question?" If beating herself around the head was an option right then, Kiamo would be doing it for having said such a stupid thing.
"I just asked if I was making you uncomfortable. You seemed quiet."
"Oh no!" Kiamo smiled, if a little breathlessly. "I'm just stunned. I can't hardly believe this is happening. I mean, I'm in a Ferrari, with Seto Kaiba, no less! I'm surprised I've managed to say anything the entire ride so far."
Seto smiled, almost sadly. No, Kiamo decided, it was a more, self-conscious sort of expression. "You see, Kiamo, when I get nervous I talk to fill up the space. I'm stunned as well. I met a beautiful girl by pure and honest chance, and she likes me enough to go out on a date with me!"
"Oh, Seto," Kiamo said. "You could get any girl you wanted."
"Yeah, but whoever said you were just any girl?"
Yeah, Kiamo thought. Right about now is where I nearly faint in a happy delirium.
It was almost better than Seto had expected. But, he had planned this down to the last fork on the satin-covered tablecloth; Seto Kaiba had expected perfection. Perfection was what Seto Kaiba got, always.
The half-hour drive west was to the closest place on the sea. As Saraskai was the closest to Kanazawa, a big ocean-side city, it wasn't hard to find a four star restaurant on a private beach.
A smartly-uniformed valet took the keys to the Ferrari as the young couple stepped out onto a deep blue carpet leading inside the restaurant. Kiamo was no less than dumbfounded.
Seto led her past a hall filled with crystal-cut chandeliers and beautiful glass and gem sculptures and vases. A pair of attendants bowed them through large, intricately designed doors to an outside eating area. Kiamo gasped.
There was only one table for two on the wide, rose enclosed veranda. All others had been cleared away, and the giant chandelier actually glowed with real, lighted candles.
"Oh, goodness." Kiamo found her voice once they had been seated and given velvet-covered programs to select from. "I'm glad I wore what I've got on. I sure would of felt out of place in jeans."
Seto gently covered her hand with his. "If you were in jeans, you'd still be the prettiest thing here."
Kiamo flushed. She wasn't quite sure what to do with this fairy tale prince come to life. He seemed almost too good to be true.
A waiter came to their table, bringing a basket of freshly baked slices of French bread. "And to start, Mademoiselle?" His French accent seemed perfect for the occasion.
"Oh, it all looks delicious." Kiamo's eyes widened as they scanned the page in the menu. "Er, chicken a lorange looks great."
"Excellent choice, Madamoiselle. Mousier Kaiba?"
"Trout, please."
"The trout eez also magnificant, Mousier. May I suggest a wine to go with your palates tonight?"
Seto smiled. "Go on."
"A classic red wine, a merlou perhaps, for you, Mousier, would add a certin zing to your trout. And you, Madamoiselle, I would suggest a chardonae. It eez a sweeter wine zat would bring out ze fruit taste in your chicken."
"Sounds wonderful. Kiamo?"
"Er..yeah, cool."
The food was delivered so speedily Kiamo had to wonder if all the dishes had been prepared beforehand, simply to be ready in case it was chosen.
Wine was poured into elegantly-stemmed glasses, sparkling as the liquid caught the candlelight. She wondered slightly about wine being given to easily to sixteen and fifteen year olds, but Seto took a well-practiced sip from his glass placidly. She decided she really didn't care right then.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the succulent dishes prepared so meticulously. Once they had finished most of their respective meals, they began to talk.
To Kiamo, it was a night she'd never forget.
Once they had finished dessert, eclaires and real French vanilla, Kiamo thought the evening was over. Then, a tall curtain was pulled away from a before hidden band shell, revealing a small jazz ensemble who started to serenade them.
"Holy shit." Kiamo swore softly. A group of waiters and attendants swooped down on the table and two chairs, clearing them away to make the floor completely devoted to dancing.
"You like?" Seto took her hand.
Kiamo felt the tears welling up in her eyes from utter disbelief and happiness. "Yes. Oh, yes."
She was hardly surprised when he turned out to be a wonderful dancer as well. Dancing to the slow ballads as well as the fast-paced swing songs, Seto was sure on his feet and danced her in circles 'round the wide veranda. And when they both were out of breath, they retreated to the sandy beach just down the steps.
A waiter and the conductor of the jazz band watched them walk hand in hand.
"You'd think they was on a honeymoon," the waiter muttered. "All lovey-dovey and goo goo eyes."
"Yeah, I ain't complainin'," the conductor laughed. "That kid's pockets are so loaded, he probably coulda bought the entire place, let alone rent it privately for a night. I must say, five hundred bucks for a gig like this is top hole."
"Yeah," the waiter mused. "But I overheard this was their first date."
"You're joken'. It's gotta be an anniversary."
"Why would I lie? Nah, these kids barely know each other. I gotta a feelin' 'bout that slick pretty boy. Somethin' tells me he's a slime ball lookin' for a pretty face, no doubt."
"I hope you ain't right, Shanji."
"Me too."
End chapter
So here I am, the insane insomniac typing away sitting on three pillows and a chair. Hey, whatever works, right? Riiight....don't point and laugh please....aw, give an authoress a break!
The three pillows are for the hight. At this angle, my wrists are dandy, even after three pages of mad typing.
Now is where the diabolical side of me takes over the story. (Evil laughter)
OOH! I just realized 'eat' is 'ate' only scrambled up and rearranged!
Yep. Nothin' gets past me, that?s for sure.
REVIEW! Whee! Ate..eat....ate...eat....
I realize there has been a dreadful long absence between these chapters. For that I'd like to thank Resistive Stress Disease. Remember me complaining about my wrists hurting at the end of each chapter? Bingo! It's either that or the angle at which I type at. I'm really hoping all I have to do is get a higher chair!
Never fear, reader dear. (Or perhaps, do fear!) I can still type (no duh) though perhaps not as often as I'd like. So hopefully, I'll still be able to finish the Yujo Chronicles by the end of July. I'll just have to be careful.
On with the chappie!
Yujo Chronicles: Kiamo's Story
Kiamo's room was once again littered with clothes, each seeming to have a flaw. She held up a shimmering pink top to herself and studied her reflection in the mirror critically.
Does this make me look like I'm trying too hard?! Yes.
The shirt was tossed onto her bed, and Kiamo went to her closet to check out the rest of her options.
"Darn it." All that was left in the closet was a few empty hangers. All of her clothes were lying in various piles around the room. And she was still clueless.
"What was that, dear? Oh my." Musuru Luniari stuck her head into her daughter's room. "Having a clothing crisis again?"
"Yes, and it's for a date!" Kiamo wailed dramatically. "A date that is happening in an hour!"
"First date?"
"Yeah. Why?" Kiamo asked.
"Well...wait here a minute." Her mother left briefly and returned holding a small bundle. "Try this on."
Kiamo took it carefully, wondering what strange garment her mother wanted her to wear. Like most other mothers, Musuru didn't usually keep up with current teen fashion. But warily, Kiamo untied the string that kept the cloth over the bundle.
"Oh, wow, Mom." Kiamo breathed. Under the plain scrap of cloth was a wonderful work of art. Shimmering faintly with a silver hue, the dress appeared to be sewn of a light blue silk. It was styled in a way that Kiamo had only seen in older movies, but that was the only indication of its age.
Kiamo hurriedly slipped into it, almost reverently. It had short, cropped sleeves in a transparent white that flowed freely about her shoulders. It wasn't low-cut but instead came all the way up her neck, fastening in the back.
Kiamo turned to view the back in the mirror and grinned. The back was open to about three inches above her waist, and then the blue silk floated around her knees. On the right side, the bottom hem of the dress rose gently to mid-thigh.
"Oh, Mom, it's perfect!" She spun around, loving the feeling of the silk brushing her legs.
Musuru smiled softly, wiping tears from her eyes. "You'll need to wear a slip under that. And, maybe I'll let you wear perfume, but I don't want to give your date any ideas, I mean, the perfume's called 'Deep Romance' and-"
Kiamo cut her off with a smile. "I don't need any perfume, Mom. Thank you. It's perfect."
"I'm glad, dear. That's the dress I met your father in, almost twenty-two years ago. He told me I l-looked like an angel in blue, and he took me along the beach.." Her mother trailed off in thought. "But you make your own memories."
Kiamo looked at her reflection again in the mirror. "I will, Mom."
Seto.
The Ferrari had always looked better on him, Seto had decided. Or, at least he looked better in a Ferrari. So one had been specially delivered to replace the Mustang.
Kuwabara couldn't believe it. Day One, he had a Mustang in the driveway. Day Three, there was a Ferrari. What was next? A Mercedes? A camel?
Kuwabara turned to ask Yusuke, who had been visiting, but the seat where he had been was empty. "Yus-"
Kuwabara glanced back out the window. The dark haired teen was peering through the car windows, nodding energetically while Seto Kaiba listed off the sports car's features. Interested, Kuwabara shoved past the screen door to the driveway.
"Zero to sixty, my friend, zero to sixty." Yusuke was saying. "Y'can keep the fancy paint job, just gimmie the hard-core motor and I'll be cruisin'."
"Then obviously, you've never heard the sound system." Seto replied with a grin. He looked up, saw Kuwabara, then looked down to his silver-plated wristwatch. "Sorry, Urameshi, I must go and pick up Miss Luniari. We must be there at six-thirty."
Yusuke clapped the multimillionaire on the back. "Way to play the cards, buddy. But, it's only five-thirty."
"Let me give you boys some good, solid advice on how to win a girl on the first date." Seto said smoothly. "Dress well, bring enough money to cover the bill, and take her somewhere at least twenty minutes away."
"Why twently minutes?" Kuwabara inquired.
Seto gave a small sigh, and began to explain in a manor that made Kuwabara feel an inch tall. "Use logic. Any man can take a girl to a diner or restaurant in their hometown. But a man who really cares plans ahead, and makes the effort to move that extra inch to make the goal- the girl- feel like she's special wins in the end."
"Check." Yusuke grinned. "Take notes, Kitten-boy. This here is a professional ladies' man. I sure as hell am, to use on Katsu when she's stopped bein' so stubborn."
Kuwabara sniffed haughtily, or tried to appear that way. Instead, it sounded like he had a bad cold. "I'll bet he loses her after the first date. Kiamo's one tough nut to crack. She is a girl, remember."
Seto stared at him, an expression of mixed pity and annoyance. "Like I'd forget she's a girl. Also, I like to think of her as merely the finish line. Some of us, " he glanced pointedly at Kuwabara, "don't have the power or endurance to get there. Others simply do."
"True that." Yusuke nodded, not catching Seto's real meaning.
"Exactly." Seto smirked. "Urameshi, four o' clock at the diner tomorrow, right?"
"Yep. The guys an' me'll be there."
"Excellent. Well, I'm off to the finish line."
With that, he stepped into the sports car, and squealed out of the driveway, two sets of rubber following him.
"I hate him." Kuwabara said suddenly.
"Yeah, me too." Yusuke laughed. "Now I know the reason that kid is making the big bucks. He was probably flirtin' with the nurses minutes after he was born!"
Kuwabara shook his head, feeling tired. "You go home. I need to sleep."
"Sure. Y'comin' to the diner tomorrow?" Yusuke punched his friend lightly on the shoulder.
"On a Saturday? Why? I only go there after school. Naw, I'll just piss Shizuru off." Kuwabara scowled. Like hell I'll go an' sit with some fancy-pants pretty boy who's stealin' my life, what little I had..
"It's been easier to do lately. It'll be fun." Kuwabara ended rather lamely.
"Yeah, 'cause Emergency room runs are always a blast and a half. Suit yourself, fool."
...
Getting picked up in Seto's Ferrari had been thrill enough, but when he got out to open the passenger door for her, Kiamo felt as though she was going to either break into tears or laughter for giddiness. Luckily, she did neither and kept herself composed.
"So where are you takin' me?" Kiamo sat back in luxurious seat as he pulled away from the curb.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret." Seto smiled. "Just sit back and relax, it's a little bit of a drive."
With smooth music humming out of the speakers and the purr of the Ferrari's motor, it was almost impossible to not relax. But the quiet rise and fall of Seto's voice chatting amiably with her kept her nerves on edge. Her body was alive with the secret thrills of being alone with such an incredible person.
Seto seemed almost too comfortable, at least tallied up against what Kiamo's past first dates had been like. She had expected nervous chatter, awkward silences and maybe a sweaty hand holding until that too became too awkward. She knew of embarrassed laughter, small shuffling, and fleeting glances before finally, conversation broke out and the two almost felt normal.
But then again, the first thing we did when we met was kiss. I wonder if we'll do more of that tonight..?
"Kiamo?"
"Wha-? Oh, sorry, what was the question?" If beating herself around the head was an option right then, Kiamo would be doing it for having said such a stupid thing.
"I just asked if I was making you uncomfortable. You seemed quiet."
"Oh no!" Kiamo smiled, if a little breathlessly. "I'm just stunned. I can't hardly believe this is happening. I mean, I'm in a Ferrari, with Seto Kaiba, no less! I'm surprised I've managed to say anything the entire ride so far."
Seto smiled, almost sadly. No, Kiamo decided, it was a more, self-conscious sort of expression. "You see, Kiamo, when I get nervous I talk to fill up the space. I'm stunned as well. I met a beautiful girl by pure and honest chance, and she likes me enough to go out on a date with me!"
"Oh, Seto," Kiamo said. "You could get any girl you wanted."
"Yeah, but whoever said you were just any girl?"
Yeah, Kiamo thought. Right about now is where I nearly faint in a happy delirium.
It was almost better than Seto had expected. But, he had planned this down to the last fork on the satin-covered tablecloth; Seto Kaiba had expected perfection. Perfection was what Seto Kaiba got, always.
The half-hour drive west was to the closest place on the sea. As Saraskai was the closest to Kanazawa, a big ocean-side city, it wasn't hard to find a four star restaurant on a private beach.
A smartly-uniformed valet took the keys to the Ferrari as the young couple stepped out onto a deep blue carpet leading inside the restaurant. Kiamo was no less than dumbfounded.
Seto led her past a hall filled with crystal-cut chandeliers and beautiful glass and gem sculptures and vases. A pair of attendants bowed them through large, intricately designed doors to an outside eating area. Kiamo gasped.
There was only one table for two on the wide, rose enclosed veranda. All others had been cleared away, and the giant chandelier actually glowed with real, lighted candles.
"Oh, goodness." Kiamo found her voice once they had been seated and given velvet-covered programs to select from. "I'm glad I wore what I've got on. I sure would of felt out of place in jeans."
Seto gently covered her hand with his. "If you were in jeans, you'd still be the prettiest thing here."
Kiamo flushed. She wasn't quite sure what to do with this fairy tale prince come to life. He seemed almost too good to be true.
A waiter came to their table, bringing a basket of freshly baked slices of French bread. "And to start, Mademoiselle?" His French accent seemed perfect for the occasion.
"Oh, it all looks delicious." Kiamo's eyes widened as they scanned the page in the menu. "Er, chicken a lorange looks great."
"Excellent choice, Madamoiselle. Mousier Kaiba?"
"Trout, please."
"The trout eez also magnificant, Mousier. May I suggest a wine to go with your palates tonight?"
Seto smiled. "Go on."
"A classic red wine, a merlou perhaps, for you, Mousier, would add a certin zing to your trout. And you, Madamoiselle, I would suggest a chardonae. It eez a sweeter wine zat would bring out ze fruit taste in your chicken."
"Sounds wonderful. Kiamo?"
"Er..yeah, cool."
The food was delivered so speedily Kiamo had to wonder if all the dishes had been prepared beforehand, simply to be ready in case it was chosen.
Wine was poured into elegantly-stemmed glasses, sparkling as the liquid caught the candlelight. She wondered slightly about wine being given to easily to sixteen and fifteen year olds, but Seto took a well-practiced sip from his glass placidly. She decided she really didn't care right then.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the succulent dishes prepared so meticulously. Once they had finished most of their respective meals, they began to talk.
To Kiamo, it was a night she'd never forget.
Once they had finished dessert, eclaires and real French vanilla, Kiamo thought the evening was over. Then, a tall curtain was pulled away from a before hidden band shell, revealing a small jazz ensemble who started to serenade them.
"Holy shit." Kiamo swore softly. A group of waiters and attendants swooped down on the table and two chairs, clearing them away to make the floor completely devoted to dancing.
"You like?" Seto took her hand.
Kiamo felt the tears welling up in her eyes from utter disbelief and happiness. "Yes. Oh, yes."
She was hardly surprised when he turned out to be a wonderful dancer as well. Dancing to the slow ballads as well as the fast-paced swing songs, Seto was sure on his feet and danced her in circles 'round the wide veranda. And when they both were out of breath, they retreated to the sandy beach just down the steps.
A waiter and the conductor of the jazz band watched them walk hand in hand.
"You'd think they was on a honeymoon," the waiter muttered. "All lovey-dovey and goo goo eyes."
"Yeah, I ain't complainin'," the conductor laughed. "That kid's pockets are so loaded, he probably coulda bought the entire place, let alone rent it privately for a night. I must say, five hundred bucks for a gig like this is top hole."
"Yeah," the waiter mused. "But I overheard this was their first date."
"You're joken'. It's gotta be an anniversary."
"Why would I lie? Nah, these kids barely know each other. I gotta a feelin' 'bout that slick pretty boy. Somethin' tells me he's a slime ball lookin' for a pretty face, no doubt."
"I hope you ain't right, Shanji."
"Me too."
End chapter
So here I am, the insane insomniac typing away sitting on three pillows and a chair. Hey, whatever works, right? Riiight....don't point and laugh please....aw, give an authoress a break!
The three pillows are for the hight. At this angle, my wrists are dandy, even after three pages of mad typing.
Now is where the diabolical side of me takes over the story. (Evil laughter)
OOH! I just realized 'eat' is 'ate' only scrambled up and rearranged!
Yep. Nothin' gets past me, that?s for sure.
REVIEW! Whee! Ate..eat....ate...eat....