I’m sitting there in the session room, not bothering anyone… just minding my own business… when Ms. Lilith comes in the room. I had missed the memo that it was “shirt-for-dress” day, but she remembered for both of us, and was sporting a black, shouldered blouse and a smile. And, funny enough, despite how brilliant the idea of “shirt-for-dress” day is… the smile was the most catching part of the outfit (so catching that I almost didn’t notice when the dress/blouse went away… almost). She was patient with me as I “sniffed” my hellos, but could only hold out so long before excitedly blurting out “I have something for you!”
Pretty, nekkid lady AND presents. This is turning out to be an AWESOME day.
So Ms. Lilith grabs this suitcase (suitcase? Seems a little bit of overkill on “shirt-for-dress” day, no?). She plunks the suitcase on the other side of the table, and starts to open it… and, being the poster-rabbit for patience that I am, I start twisting and craning and contorting to try and get an early peak at what my gift will be. And, once she got the case open, it became perfectly clear what I was getting.
I was getting disiprine. F#ck.
Ms. Lilith takes out a coil of rope, and sets it on the table next to the suitcase. And I take the coil of rope off the table and toss it back into the suitcase. And Ms. Lilith gives me a stern look, takes the coil of rope back out of the suitcase, and puts it on the table next to the suitcase. And I take the coil of rope off the table and toss it back into the suitcase. And Ms. Lilith says “if you don’t stop that, you’ll be sorry”. And I say “I’m already getting disiprine… what else can you do to me?” And Ms. Lilith says “Penalty Box?” And I take the coil of rope out of the suitcase, and put it on the table next to the suitcase.
Apparently Ms. Lilith can play “dirty pool” if she wants to. And for once, that’s not a euphemism.
So, next thing I know, Ms. Lilith is hanging over the back of the table, backside-over-teakettle, fiddling with something that I can’t see. It would have been the perfect time to make a break for it to safety, but… really… have you seen that backside? No – disiprine be damned, I was staying put for the moment.
She finishes her mysterious task, spins kettle-side-up, beams another big smile at me, and… and… and….
It was not at ALL what I expected.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
I’m not sure if I’ve said this lately ( ), but I’m pretty bonkers over this young lady.
Happy Thumping, All!
Pretty, nekkid lady AND presents. This is turning out to be an AWESOME day.
So Ms. Lilith grabs this suitcase (suitcase? Seems a little bit of overkill on “shirt-for-dress” day, no?). She plunks the suitcase on the other side of the table, and starts to open it… and, being the poster-rabbit for patience that I am, I start twisting and craning and contorting to try and get an early peak at what my gift will be. And, once she got the case open, it became perfectly clear what I was getting.
I was getting disiprine. F#ck.
Ms. Lilith takes out a coil of rope, and sets it on the table next to the suitcase. And I take the coil of rope off the table and toss it back into the suitcase. And Ms. Lilith gives me a stern look, takes the coil of rope back out of the suitcase, and puts it on the table next to the suitcase. And I take the coil of rope off the table and toss it back into the suitcase. And Ms. Lilith says “if you don’t stop that, you’ll be sorry”. And I say “I’m already getting disiprine… what else can you do to me?” And Ms. Lilith says “Penalty Box?” And I take the coil of rope out of the suitcase, and put it on the table next to the suitcase.
Apparently Ms. Lilith can play “dirty pool” if she wants to. And for once, that’s not a euphemism.
So, next thing I know, Ms. Lilith is hanging over the back of the table, backside-over-teakettle, fiddling with something that I can’t see. It would have been the perfect time to make a break for it to safety, but… really… have you seen that backside? No – disiprine be damned, I was staying put for the moment.
She finishes her mysterious task, spins kettle-side-up, beams another big smile at me, and… and… and….
It was not at ALL what I expected.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
I’m not sure if I’ve said this lately (
), but I’m pretty bonkers over this young lady. Happy Thumping, All!
