So I walk into Elite Retreat and *bam* - I find I’m maybe a foot and a half away from Ms. Josie. It’s a slowly unfolding moment, and just a little bit uncomfortable for both of us (on my part because I think she’s very pretty - disorientingly pretty - and I usually feel a certain guilt for enjoying her pictures as often as I do without contributing any sort of royalty to her… and on her part – well, because she’s trying to get around a retarded rabbit who’s just sitting staring at her, and won’t get out of the way). I finally (and somewhat reluctantly) take the hint and move to let her past.
Then I’m drawn away from watching Ms. Josie’s lovely backside moving away from me by the footsteps at the far end of the hall. Turning that direction, I see a vision I haven’t seen in a very long time, and it takes everything I have not to barrel down the hall on top of her (sadly, this one is ‘tired now, so that sort of thing would be rude
). Even still, I’m so excited I find I’m hopping straight up and down waiting for her to come to me.
It’s a far too brief reunion, though, as Ms. Paige must safely clear passage for someone to be escorted out (bad business practice to let customers get bitten by jealous rabbits), so she pushes me into the purgatory room. And I have to listen to another one of my favourite voices laughing on the other side of the door. And ooooh… I know that voice. And suddenly all the joy is gone… and I’m scurrying back and forth with “cage rage”… frequently scratching and clawing at the door, firmly intent on violating both the young lady and her departing guest – albeit in very different ways.
Apparently the commotion of rodent tantrums is also bad for business, because next thing I know Ms. Paige is in the waiting room with me, trying to distract me from the playful banter outside, and ominously brandishing a hurty-looking whip. Ok, not so ominously, I guess. Doesn’t really matter, though, ‘cause I’m back to the bliss I was feeling before being shuffled aside. And even though I know I’m not allowed to play with her any more, it was really nice to spend a few extra moments in her company… I really like Ms. Paige.
When the coast is clear, I’m taken to a session room. Ms. Paige – smarter than your average tamer – makes sure to never to let me get between her and the door. She also buttered her wrists and ankles so that I couldn’t grip well enough to drag her inside. And after trying fruitlessly to do so two or three dozen times, she leaves me quite dejected on my tail in the middle of the floor.
But before melancholy can set in, the emotional roller coaster turns into a rocket of happiness, because the sweet young thing that I’d been waiting for bursts through the door. And she’s blonde… and tanned… and beautiful… and “bouncy”… and playful… and naughty… and as YUMMY as you’ll find… and above all, so much FUN.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
I call her many things (most of which are prefaced with “my” or “mine”), but for clarity, she is Ms. Kendra. And every moment with her… and I really do mean EVERY moment with her… is joyful.
So, as far as Elite Retreat goes? In a little more than an hour, I oogled a doll; reminisced with a Legend; and got fondled by The Franchise. Wouldn’t you go back?
(…a lot? )
Happy Thumping, All!
Then I’m drawn away from watching Ms. Josie’s lovely backside moving away from me by the footsteps at the far end of the hall. Turning that direction, I see a vision I haven’t seen in a very long time, and it takes everything I have not to barrel down the hall on top of her (sadly, this one is ‘tired now, so that sort of thing would be rude
). Even still, I’m so excited I find I’m hopping straight up and down waiting for her to come to me. It’s a far too brief reunion, though, as Ms. Paige must safely clear passage for someone to be escorted out (bad business practice to let customers get bitten by jealous rabbits), so she pushes me into the purgatory room. And I have to listen to another one of my favourite voices laughing on the other side of the door.
And ooooh… I know that voice. And suddenly all the joy is gone… and I’m scurrying back and forth with “cage rage”… frequently scratching and clawing at the door, firmly intent on violating both the young lady and her departing guest – albeit in very different ways.Apparently the commotion of rodent tantrums is also bad for business, because next thing I know Ms. Paige is in the waiting room with me, trying to distract me from the playful banter outside, and ominously brandishing a hurty-looking whip.
Ok, not so ominously, I guess. Doesn’t really matter, though, ‘cause I’m back to the bliss I was feeling before being shuffled aside. And even though I know I’m not allowed to play with her any more, it was really nice to spend a few extra moments in her company… I really like Ms. Paige. When the coast is clear, I’m taken to a session room. Ms. Paige – smarter than your average tamer – makes sure to never to let me get between her and the door. She also buttered her wrists and ankles so that I couldn’t grip well enough to drag her inside. And after trying fruitlessly to do so two or three dozen times, she leaves me quite dejected on my tail in the middle of the floor.
But before melancholy can set in, the emotional roller coaster turns into a rocket of happiness, because the sweet young thing that I’d been waiting for bursts through the door. And she’s blonde… and tanned… and beautiful… and “bouncy”… and playful… and naughty… and as YUMMY as you’ll find… and above all, so much FUN.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
I call her many things (most of which are prefaced with “my” or “mine”), but for clarity, she is Ms. Kendra. And every moment with her… and I really do mean EVERY moment with her… is joyful.
So, as far as Elite Retreat goes? In a little more than an hour, I oogled a doll; reminisced with a Legend; and got fondled by The Franchise. Wouldn’t you go back?
(…a lot?
) Happy Thumping, All!
