Rogue crossed her arms stubbornly in the back of the car. How had she been
tricked into going to the mall? When Kitty was driving! How did she manage
to get her driver's license in the first place? Kitty was a public danger
behind a steering wheel; everyone in his or her right mind could see it!
Kitty (who was driving dangerously) and Kurt both sat in the front of the small car. They talked about everything and nothing. Kitty would lift her hands dramatically off the steering wheel to accompany her words, making the car seer too sharply to Rogue's taste. Talking about taste, Rogue was now feeling rather sick.
"Remy feelin' not too good eithe'..." psyche Gambit said sitting by her side. Of course, he would be having the after effects of Rogue's discomfort. "Tell Kitty Cat to slow down..."
Rogue did nothing of it, savouring the feeling of her psyche knowing what pain she had to go threw sometimes. Gambit could now feel physically... She smirked.
"Chere is evil," he glared at her, furrowing his brows.
He disappeared, sulking in some dark corner of Rogue's mind.
And then she thought about the previous night... She was having the usual ache and pains that came with working out too hard. However, it wasn't what was trotting on her mind. She didn't know if she should be ashamed or pleased. Kissing Gambit like that... Knowing she could now touch. Then why was she wearing her gloves? Good question. A small part of her brain whispered to her that it was fake, while the majority was cheering at the news.
True-false-true-false... She just couldn't settle down. Or was it another trick of psyche Remy. When she'd asked him, he'd grinned at her.
'Can't make the difference, chere?"
For good measure, Rogue had punched him. Her hand had completely gone "threw" his head.
"Now Ah can, Swamp Rat," she'd replied, dusting her hands.
"Remy can make chere feel lahke anything else," he'd told her grabbing her fist. Rogue could feel warmth of 'what was meant to be touch'. It was a weird sensation, but it was nothing like she'd felt the night before. Rogue was positive that last night was real... Or was it feke... She'd looked up at him, anger in her eyes.
"Try and stop meh from doing this, then." Accompanying her words she'd punched him with her fist again, bringing up her knee into his groin. It was as she'd thought: both hits passed completely threw him. Remy was just a picture set before her eyes, intangible. Then how could he control her body heat?
She'd dropped the question, she couldn't keep her mind on all of them.
"Rogue! Are you, like, even listening to us?"
"Just keep ya eyes on the road, Kitty," Rogue shot back.
They finally arrived to the mall parking. Rogue jumped out breathing in deeply. She'd been quite close to sick up. Kurt was in the same situation, leaning against the next-door car.
"I should hav teleported ya..." he mumbled to himself. He was wearing his image-inducer, looking completely human...
"God, you're acting like I was the worse driver!" Kitty exclaimed dragging her two friends to the Mall's entrance after forgetting to lock her car. It didn't really matter, the 'thing' was old and already pretty battered, no one would come to steal it, much less approach it with any thieving interest.
"Rogue, ya just need some new clothes! Yours, like, look too small! That was last summer's fashion! Now it's long sleeves and..."
Rogue didn't really protest when she was pushed into a clothes shop. True, her clothes were a bit too small: she was starting to feel squashed in her trousers, they were too tight around her waist, and she was just about suffocating in her own usual body T-shirts. Passing threw the entrance of 'Colours of Light' ("what a lousy name," Rogue thought). However, what got Rogue's attention was the woman behind the counter. Her sharp blue eyes followed the two girls, and then fell on Kurt. She sneered in disgust and picked up the telephone on her desk.
Kitty was unchanged from the woman's stare; Rogue was driven into the changing rooms with tones of clothes.
"Kitty! Ah wear black, if ya can remembe'!"
In the small changing room, Rogue looked down onto a red top. It was somewhat pretty. She then looked up into the mirror, watching her reflection again. Was it possible that she looked more 'lively' than a couple of days ago? She had a bit more colour in the cheeks, if you called colour a maybe less whiter colour... She could touch, could she really? Maybe she could change a little bit, maybe be a little more open... But she had to make sure...
"Ah'm dreaming like a prep..."
"Come o' chere, put it on!"
She turned around towards Remy, cramped in the cabin. She'd nearly forgotten about 'him', psyche wise. He was wearing this sly grin, waiting not so patiently against the wall.
"Disappear before Ah find out how t' get rid of ya, Swamp Rat," Rogue threatened scowling dangerously at him. Remy shrugged his shoulders.
"Got t' have som' fun som' way..." he said before disappearing.
Rogue dropped the red top and picked up a black one instead from the pile of clothes that Kitty had deposited.
She put it on... Rogue's eyes went wide as she looked up again into the mirror.
"My o my... If this ain't..."
It was sleeveless, and without her make-up or her gloves, she looked, not pale, but just porcelain white in this black outfit. The collar line went excessively low: Logan would have had a fit if he'd seen Rogue in it. It clung to each curve, waist and bust included...
Remy psyche decided to whistle in her head. Rogue blushed and would have taken it off straight away if Kitty hadn't phased threw the curtain.
"How's it, like, doing..." Her words trailed off, her jaw dropping in astonishment.
"Can Ah, 'like' have a bit o' privacy?" Rogue shot back, pushing Kitty back out by the shoulders.
"I don't care, you're getting it!" Kitty called from outside.
"Yeah, yeah..." Rogue mumbled. However, she had her hands on her hips, admiring her reflection.
"Of course, Logan would, like, kill you. But he doesn't like, need to know."
Rogue felt kinda attractive, the way her hair would fall seductively over her eyes. Without realising, the corner of her lips curled up. Rogue groaned, this just had to stop.
"Swamp Rat, keep ya thoughts t' ya self," Rogue hissed. She could hear him chuckle. Lance psyche used to react the same way at Kitty. It was filthy...
"...but if he finds out, I"ll be having more Danger Room sessions, this is still, like, his money..." Kitty trailed off on her own, not realising that Rogue wasn't exactly listening. However, the Goth caught the last words.
"What ya mean, 'his' moneh'," Rogue asked opening the curtain this time to face Kitty. The freshman jumped in surprise at Rogue's sudden appearance. Logan never lent money, even less for some adolescent to buy clothes. The Wolverine was way out of character.
"Well, you now, like, how he's getting soft on you..." Kitty tried to explain.
There was the piercing noise of stilettos against the floor. Rogue saw the shop-keeper coming from afar, and Rogue knew straight away that she wouldn't like this person. The woman had her chin in the air, a permanent scowl on her forehead, her lips pressed in a thin line. You could read on her tag: "Gladis". However, it wasn't only the air of haughtiness from the person, but her cold blue eyes that showed no compassion that prevented Rogue from getting any information from Kitty. Rogue wondered if the woman ever smiled. "Gladis" emitted a small cough, trying to get the attention of the two adolescents.
Rogue glared at her. "Got a bad cough, shugah?" Couldn't the woman see that they were in the middle of a conversation in the first place?
"I'm sorry," she mumbled shaking her head lightly as if evaluating them. The cold eyes would slide to Kitty, then to Rogue. "But, you see. This shop is, forbidden to... people like you." She had a snob accent.
This was too much for Rogue. The Goth got out of the cabin, straightening up to her full high in front of the shopkeeper.
"Rogue, it's all right.. We'll just leave..." Kitty said humbly tugging at Rogue's black top. Rogue jerked away.
"Ah have a problem with 'missus'," Rogue growled at the woman. "With 'Gladis',"
The woman took a step back, not wanting to get too close to the two mutants. Rogue was now looking positively dangerous: her green eyes flashing.
"Who are forbidden?" Rogue inquired, her fists clenched.
"Rogue... Come on..." Kitty pleaded. She was getting worried, Rogue was 'too' uncovered to get angry. She might do something she'd regret later.
"Filthy Mutants," she said in one go. It was worse than simple ignorance, it was pure hatred. The woman was reeling of it, and Rogue didn't need Logan to feel it. "Your friend... She went threw the curtain... I'm sorry, but there is certain rules here, and I must..."
"Well," Rogue started, lifting her bare index to point at the woman's face. "Ah don't give a damn. Mah friends goes threw curtains? Guess what Ah do!"
"Rogue!" Kitty exclaimed. "Don't!" The freshman had been about to grab Rogue's arm, but remembered at the last moment that it was bare, and pulled back unwillingly.
"Nah, Ah can do bettah without mah power! Lahke taking one of ya ridicule shoes and stuffin' it up where it hurts an' the sun don't shine!" Rogue was now yelling. She might have overdone it, but this woman was making Rogue crawl with disgust.
The woman huffed, her pride wounded and started to yell herself.
"Excuse me, but I wasn't so rude!" the woman shook her own finger at Rogue. Gladis's black hair was escaping her neat bun at each shake of her arm. It could have been a comical situation, where this girl and older woman yell at each other dramatically. However the subject of dispute made the scene gain it's worse reality: discrimination.
The people around were soon drawn out of the changing rooms; their heads peeping out from behind the curtains, looking perplex. Kurt walked over from the entrance to join Kitty, asking what was happening.
"Kurt! Do something! She's going to blow up!" Kitty exclaimed biting her nails in worry.
Kurt cringed at another flying insult from Rogue, and decided to act on instinct. He grabbed his two friends, Rogue by her top, Kitty by her arm and... just simply teleported out of the situation.
The three friends found themselves back in the parking lot, next to Kitty's car. There was a cry of surprise from some shopper who ran away in fright.
Rogue was furious. She hit the side of the car cursing, and then turned towards her brother.
"What did ya think ya were doing?" she yelled at Kurt at the top of her lungs, her green eyes were now flashing at him.
"Mein sister, since ya left, thinzs have changed lightly..." Kurt cowardly tried to explain his act. It wasn't his kind, but Rogue was looking menacing enough.
"No! How dare ya! Runnin' away lahke that! It's exaactly whaat they want! Run aaway in som' hole of ouars!" Rogue cried out, her accent becoming heavier. She was feeling disparate, and a familiar headache was coming back.
Couldn't they see? This was just the beginning. What would it be next? It could go from some unmeaning comments from humans, to refusing medical care for mutants. It was madness. Rogue stomped away again towards the mall.
"Rogue! Like, what are you doing?" Kitty called running after her friend once more.
"'Clear things up ah little...'" Rogue said, her words dripping with sarcasm. No way was this 'Gladis' going to get away with it. She was going to get a blast that was for sure.
Something Rogue wasn't expecting had to come and ruin her plans of confrontation with Gladis. However, it might have been for the best in the end.
Loud metallic crunches were heard approaching, and Rogue's head wiped around towards the racket.
"This will do just fahne..."
The profile of a Sentinel became visible between the cars.
"Remy is all with ya, chere." Gambit's voice was ice.
The immense robot stopped in it's tracks. Red orbs at the top of it's head rolled around, finally stopping on the three teenagers.
"Mutant detection," an eletronic voice was emitted from the metallic shell which was the Sentinel. .
***
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to see Cajun Spice!!!!!!!! I looked it up and found... a new episode of Romyness???? Why, ô Why is thee stuck in the Country were thou eat Frogs and Snails? Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Grhhhhh, if France 3 doesn't put it on soon I'll have a fit! (just like this one)
However (puts hair back in ponytail and calms down) Reviews! You're the greatest!!! (CajunSpice.. Boohoohoo.... sniff snif) So sorry, the rominess was suddenly cut short, I'll catch it up in the next chapter. Where I'll probably be trying to write action (Aïe aïe aïe... )
Panther Nesmith: OMG, I think you're right, Rogue can't remember any relationship, while Remy... No! Because it's going to go haywire! I'll make sure of it!
Snitter in Rivendell: I was meant to make a "Finding the right touch", but it changed completely when I put in some freak human... Oops, I've just changed my story line completely again...
DemonRogue13: ah...... You said it was a good chappie! Hops with joy* Hope this one will be to your expectations, but I'm sooo sorry, not much real remy here.
ChaosCat: So glad you like it! True, I'm bringing up the psyche thing more than the touch... well, for the moment. X-men also give us this important message: discrimination can come in all shapes and sizes.
Sarah-Crysala: I just hope next chapter's action is going to be ok, or I might just skip it to not ruin the story too much. I'm pretty basic with action: she hits him there, so he hits her there, because...
Weeble Wobble Chic: This isn't updated too soon, but I might manage to get another one out by tomorrow night!
Rogue Warrior Spirit: big brother huh? I've got the same problem with my sis.
Ishandalf: Fake Remy-Real remy confusing? Oh dear, what am I going to do in the next chapter!
Yumiko: Yeah, I just found out about Cajun Spice. (Grhh.) Can't wait for it to show up! Yeah, I'm pretty like that, any Romy is good enough for me!
Just have to love the reviews (can you get addicted to it? Because I'm now officially a Reviewaholic!) Have you seen the Simpsons where Bart calls Moe again and............... (Shut me up) I could go on for ever!)
Kitty (who was driving dangerously) and Kurt both sat in the front of the small car. They talked about everything and nothing. Kitty would lift her hands dramatically off the steering wheel to accompany her words, making the car seer too sharply to Rogue's taste. Talking about taste, Rogue was now feeling rather sick.
"Remy feelin' not too good eithe'..." psyche Gambit said sitting by her side. Of course, he would be having the after effects of Rogue's discomfort. "Tell Kitty Cat to slow down..."
Rogue did nothing of it, savouring the feeling of her psyche knowing what pain she had to go threw sometimes. Gambit could now feel physically... She smirked.
"Chere is evil," he glared at her, furrowing his brows.
He disappeared, sulking in some dark corner of Rogue's mind.
And then she thought about the previous night... She was having the usual ache and pains that came with working out too hard. However, it wasn't what was trotting on her mind. She didn't know if she should be ashamed or pleased. Kissing Gambit like that... Knowing she could now touch. Then why was she wearing her gloves? Good question. A small part of her brain whispered to her that it was fake, while the majority was cheering at the news.
True-false-true-false... She just couldn't settle down. Or was it another trick of psyche Remy. When she'd asked him, he'd grinned at her.
'Can't make the difference, chere?"
For good measure, Rogue had punched him. Her hand had completely gone "threw" his head.
"Now Ah can, Swamp Rat," she'd replied, dusting her hands.
"Remy can make chere feel lahke anything else," he'd told her grabbing her fist. Rogue could feel warmth of 'what was meant to be touch'. It was a weird sensation, but it was nothing like she'd felt the night before. Rogue was positive that last night was real... Or was it feke... She'd looked up at him, anger in her eyes.
"Try and stop meh from doing this, then." Accompanying her words she'd punched him with her fist again, bringing up her knee into his groin. It was as she'd thought: both hits passed completely threw him. Remy was just a picture set before her eyes, intangible. Then how could he control her body heat?
She'd dropped the question, she couldn't keep her mind on all of them.
"Rogue! Are you, like, even listening to us?"
"Just keep ya eyes on the road, Kitty," Rogue shot back.
They finally arrived to the mall parking. Rogue jumped out breathing in deeply. She'd been quite close to sick up. Kurt was in the same situation, leaning against the next-door car.
"I should hav teleported ya..." he mumbled to himself. He was wearing his image-inducer, looking completely human...
"God, you're acting like I was the worse driver!" Kitty exclaimed dragging her two friends to the Mall's entrance after forgetting to lock her car. It didn't really matter, the 'thing' was old and already pretty battered, no one would come to steal it, much less approach it with any thieving interest.
"Rogue, ya just need some new clothes! Yours, like, look too small! That was last summer's fashion! Now it's long sleeves and..."
Rogue didn't really protest when she was pushed into a clothes shop. True, her clothes were a bit too small: she was starting to feel squashed in her trousers, they were too tight around her waist, and she was just about suffocating in her own usual body T-shirts. Passing threw the entrance of 'Colours of Light' ("what a lousy name," Rogue thought). However, what got Rogue's attention was the woman behind the counter. Her sharp blue eyes followed the two girls, and then fell on Kurt. She sneered in disgust and picked up the telephone on her desk.
Kitty was unchanged from the woman's stare; Rogue was driven into the changing rooms with tones of clothes.
"Kitty! Ah wear black, if ya can remembe'!"
In the small changing room, Rogue looked down onto a red top. It was somewhat pretty. She then looked up into the mirror, watching her reflection again. Was it possible that she looked more 'lively' than a couple of days ago? She had a bit more colour in the cheeks, if you called colour a maybe less whiter colour... She could touch, could she really? Maybe she could change a little bit, maybe be a little more open... But she had to make sure...
"Ah'm dreaming like a prep..."
"Come o' chere, put it on!"
She turned around towards Remy, cramped in the cabin. She'd nearly forgotten about 'him', psyche wise. He was wearing this sly grin, waiting not so patiently against the wall.
"Disappear before Ah find out how t' get rid of ya, Swamp Rat," Rogue threatened scowling dangerously at him. Remy shrugged his shoulders.
"Got t' have som' fun som' way..." he said before disappearing.
Rogue dropped the red top and picked up a black one instead from the pile of clothes that Kitty had deposited.
She put it on... Rogue's eyes went wide as she looked up again into the mirror.
"My o my... If this ain't..."
It was sleeveless, and without her make-up or her gloves, she looked, not pale, but just porcelain white in this black outfit. The collar line went excessively low: Logan would have had a fit if he'd seen Rogue in it. It clung to each curve, waist and bust included...
Remy psyche decided to whistle in her head. Rogue blushed and would have taken it off straight away if Kitty hadn't phased threw the curtain.
"How's it, like, doing..." Her words trailed off, her jaw dropping in astonishment.
"Can Ah, 'like' have a bit o' privacy?" Rogue shot back, pushing Kitty back out by the shoulders.
"I don't care, you're getting it!" Kitty called from outside.
"Yeah, yeah..." Rogue mumbled. However, she had her hands on her hips, admiring her reflection.
"Of course, Logan would, like, kill you. But he doesn't like, need to know."
Rogue felt kinda attractive, the way her hair would fall seductively over her eyes. Without realising, the corner of her lips curled up. Rogue groaned, this just had to stop.
"Swamp Rat, keep ya thoughts t' ya self," Rogue hissed. She could hear him chuckle. Lance psyche used to react the same way at Kitty. It was filthy...
"...but if he finds out, I"ll be having more Danger Room sessions, this is still, like, his money..." Kitty trailed off on her own, not realising that Rogue wasn't exactly listening. However, the Goth caught the last words.
"What ya mean, 'his' moneh'," Rogue asked opening the curtain this time to face Kitty. The freshman jumped in surprise at Rogue's sudden appearance. Logan never lent money, even less for some adolescent to buy clothes. The Wolverine was way out of character.
"Well, you now, like, how he's getting soft on you..." Kitty tried to explain.
There was the piercing noise of stilettos against the floor. Rogue saw the shop-keeper coming from afar, and Rogue knew straight away that she wouldn't like this person. The woman had her chin in the air, a permanent scowl on her forehead, her lips pressed in a thin line. You could read on her tag: "Gladis". However, it wasn't only the air of haughtiness from the person, but her cold blue eyes that showed no compassion that prevented Rogue from getting any information from Kitty. Rogue wondered if the woman ever smiled. "Gladis" emitted a small cough, trying to get the attention of the two adolescents.
Rogue glared at her. "Got a bad cough, shugah?" Couldn't the woman see that they were in the middle of a conversation in the first place?
"I'm sorry," she mumbled shaking her head lightly as if evaluating them. The cold eyes would slide to Kitty, then to Rogue. "But, you see. This shop is, forbidden to... people like you." She had a snob accent.
This was too much for Rogue. The Goth got out of the cabin, straightening up to her full high in front of the shopkeeper.
"Rogue, it's all right.. We'll just leave..." Kitty said humbly tugging at Rogue's black top. Rogue jerked away.
"Ah have a problem with 'missus'," Rogue growled at the woman. "With 'Gladis',"
The woman took a step back, not wanting to get too close to the two mutants. Rogue was now looking positively dangerous: her green eyes flashing.
"Who are forbidden?" Rogue inquired, her fists clenched.
"Rogue... Come on..." Kitty pleaded. She was getting worried, Rogue was 'too' uncovered to get angry. She might do something she'd regret later.
"Filthy Mutants," she said in one go. It was worse than simple ignorance, it was pure hatred. The woman was reeling of it, and Rogue didn't need Logan to feel it. "Your friend... She went threw the curtain... I'm sorry, but there is certain rules here, and I must..."
"Well," Rogue started, lifting her bare index to point at the woman's face. "Ah don't give a damn. Mah friends goes threw curtains? Guess what Ah do!"
"Rogue!" Kitty exclaimed. "Don't!" The freshman had been about to grab Rogue's arm, but remembered at the last moment that it was bare, and pulled back unwillingly.
"Nah, Ah can do bettah without mah power! Lahke taking one of ya ridicule shoes and stuffin' it up where it hurts an' the sun don't shine!" Rogue was now yelling. She might have overdone it, but this woman was making Rogue crawl with disgust.
The woman huffed, her pride wounded and started to yell herself.
"Excuse me, but I wasn't so rude!" the woman shook her own finger at Rogue. Gladis's black hair was escaping her neat bun at each shake of her arm. It could have been a comical situation, where this girl and older woman yell at each other dramatically. However the subject of dispute made the scene gain it's worse reality: discrimination.
The people around were soon drawn out of the changing rooms; their heads peeping out from behind the curtains, looking perplex. Kurt walked over from the entrance to join Kitty, asking what was happening.
"Kurt! Do something! She's going to blow up!" Kitty exclaimed biting her nails in worry.
Kurt cringed at another flying insult from Rogue, and decided to act on instinct. He grabbed his two friends, Rogue by her top, Kitty by her arm and... just simply teleported out of the situation.
The three friends found themselves back in the parking lot, next to Kitty's car. There was a cry of surprise from some shopper who ran away in fright.
Rogue was furious. She hit the side of the car cursing, and then turned towards her brother.
"What did ya think ya were doing?" she yelled at Kurt at the top of her lungs, her green eyes were now flashing at him.
"Mein sister, since ya left, thinzs have changed lightly..." Kurt cowardly tried to explain his act. It wasn't his kind, but Rogue was looking menacing enough.
"No! How dare ya! Runnin' away lahke that! It's exaactly whaat they want! Run aaway in som' hole of ouars!" Rogue cried out, her accent becoming heavier. She was feeling disparate, and a familiar headache was coming back.
Couldn't they see? This was just the beginning. What would it be next? It could go from some unmeaning comments from humans, to refusing medical care for mutants. It was madness. Rogue stomped away again towards the mall.
"Rogue! Like, what are you doing?" Kitty called running after her friend once more.
"'Clear things up ah little...'" Rogue said, her words dripping with sarcasm. No way was this 'Gladis' going to get away with it. She was going to get a blast that was for sure.
Something Rogue wasn't expecting had to come and ruin her plans of confrontation with Gladis. However, it might have been for the best in the end.
Loud metallic crunches were heard approaching, and Rogue's head wiped around towards the racket.
"This will do just fahne..."
The profile of a Sentinel became visible between the cars.
"Remy is all with ya, chere." Gambit's voice was ice.
The immense robot stopped in it's tracks. Red orbs at the top of it's head rolled around, finally stopping on the three teenagers.
"Mutant detection," an eletronic voice was emitted from the metallic shell which was the Sentinel. .
***
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to see Cajun Spice!!!!!!!! I looked it up and found... a new episode of Romyness???? Why, ô Why is thee stuck in the Country were thou eat Frogs and Snails? Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Grhhhhh, if France 3 doesn't put it on soon I'll have a fit! (just like this one)
However (puts hair back in ponytail and calms down) Reviews! You're the greatest!!! (CajunSpice.. Boohoohoo.... sniff snif) So sorry, the rominess was suddenly cut short, I'll catch it up in the next chapter. Where I'll probably be trying to write action (Aïe aïe aïe... )
Panther Nesmith: OMG, I think you're right, Rogue can't remember any relationship, while Remy... No! Because it's going to go haywire! I'll make sure of it!
Snitter in Rivendell: I was meant to make a "Finding the right touch", but it changed completely when I put in some freak human... Oops, I've just changed my story line completely again...
DemonRogue13: ah...... You said it was a good chappie! Hops with joy* Hope this one will be to your expectations, but I'm sooo sorry, not much real remy here.
ChaosCat: So glad you like it! True, I'm bringing up the psyche thing more than the touch... well, for the moment. X-men also give us this important message: discrimination can come in all shapes and sizes.
Sarah-Crysala: I just hope next chapter's action is going to be ok, or I might just skip it to not ruin the story too much. I'm pretty basic with action: she hits him there, so he hits her there, because...
Weeble Wobble Chic: This isn't updated too soon, but I might manage to get another one out by tomorrow night!
Rogue Warrior Spirit: big brother huh? I've got the same problem with my sis.
Ishandalf: Fake Remy-Real remy confusing? Oh dear, what am I going to do in the next chapter!
Yumiko: Yeah, I just found out about Cajun Spice. (Grhh.) Can't wait for it to show up! Yeah, I'm pretty like that, any Romy is good enough for me!
Just have to love the reviews (can you get addicted to it? Because I'm now officially a Reviewaholic!) Have you seen the Simpsons where Bart calls Moe again and............... (Shut me up) I could go on for ever!)