Okay my lovelies.
This is the last update today. I'll be all caught up.
Going to try and 1 for 1 the rest of the series.
Probably will not be writing something to go with the epilogue since this fic should sort of fit into chartreuseian's
but we'll see
Hope I can keep up with all the stuff you all have been liking.
Helen had another confused look on her face. She'd guessed, and was kind of hoping, O would have been a little more exciting.
Orgasm was the first, second and fourth guess she'd made.
Why did she insist on getting the olives?
The olives from Nikola's drinks were different, they were a different kind, number one, and those were dipped in alcohol.
The ones on the pizza were certainly not.
The rest of Helen's day was spent trying to figure out why in the hell she kept ordering pizzas with olives on them along with trying to decide should she shoot Nikola if he laughed and what in the world Letter P would be.