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Originally posted by coquette53. To which Doyle replied..."yes let's Lizzy"....He quickly realized his faux pas but it was too late Sheila said to him" Lizzy? Who's Lizzy?" Doyle was tonguetied for the first time in his life.
52. so, Sheila sheepishly said softly, Doyle, don't delay, really, i think we should, let's shall we! purrrrrrrr
54. HER? HER????? you've been thinking of her! that that THAT . .. .. shelia gasps in total indignation . . .that was it . .the final straw . .it was time to attack! she moved past the final door into the royal crown jewel safe and snatched the royal queen's crown and declared herself the Queen and ruler of the white Kingdom . . SHE SHALL REIGN SUPREME . . . .the poor black king, cowering in his corner, felt her powerful rage shooting through his protective castle wall . .he MUST fight or RUN! which to do?
Originally posted by coquetteA gentleman will never run, but then again he will not fight a queen - not even if she is a selfdeclared one. Looking around at his destroyed castle, Doyle's only option is...
54. HER? HER????? you've been thinking of her! that that THAT . .. .. shelia gasps in total indignation . . .that was it . .the final straw . .it was time to attack! she moved past the final door into the royal crown jewel safe and snatched the royal queen's crown and declared herself the Queen and ruler of the white Kingdom . . SHE SHALL REIGN SUPREME . . ...[text shortened]... owerful rage shooting through his protective castle wall . .he MUST fight or RUN! which to do?
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Originally posted by Lundos56?.Running to the protection of Lizzy, the black queen, who consolled him by saying "Fear not Doyle for I am more than capable of protecting you from the "pretender" Sheila" Doyle thought "This doesn't look good. What kind of man runs to the protection of a woman , Queen or nit?" To which he said..."me".
A gentleman will never run, but then again he will not fight a queen - not even if she is a selfdeclared one. Looking around at his destroyed castle, Doyle's only option is...
Originally posted by coquette57-59: [illegible. Greasy paper smells of fish]
60.(?) and doyle snapped out of his nightmare, still hungry, thinking of having a multigrain bagel and tea. he clicked back on RHP only to see: we are still having technical difficulties. it will be at least another 6 hours.
60A. The disembodied voice continued: "Never, therefore, discourse upon a carpet that is impure -- lambswool alone is fit for an Utopian genuflection."
Originally posted by coquette61. Think I'll call Shelia back and suggest that small Mexican Restaurant, beneath the overpass,
60.(?) and doyle snapped out of his nightmare, still hungry, thinking of having a multigrain bagel and tea. he clicked back on RHP only to see: we are still having technical difficulties. it will be at least another 6 hours.
that serves her two favorites... Carne Asada and Pumpkin Flan.
62. She was all for it... and in the middle of their intimate dinner, with soft mariachi music in the background, an exceptionally
handsome and self assured young man saunters over to their corner table... "Hi, Kitten" (none other than Ben Rawlings,
four star quarterback and Sheila's steady boyfriend in high school).
Originally posted by Grampy Bobby63.
62. She was all for it... and in the middle of their intimate dinner, with soft mariachi music in the background, an exceptionally
handsome and self assured young man saunters over to their corner table... "Hi, Kitten" (none other than Ben Rawlings,
four star quarterback and Sheila's steady boyfriend in high school).
Meanwhile, Fritz sat dejectedly in a cheap hotel room in Kansas City, wondering where it all went wrong.
"I know I'm a character in this crummy novel," he hissed, "but I lost my place.
"Where the hell am I?"
64. sheila's heart thumped wildy in her chest, her pupils grew to fill her irises, her white cotton knitt blouse and shear lingerie revealed her dopaminergic response triggered by her instantaneous memory of her "first" . .oh . .she was breathless. . .trying to compose herself . .. IT'S HIM, IT'S REALLY HIM!
she was dizzy, tongue-tied, a little girl again . . .ken's eyes locked on the "kitten" .. .Doyle fumed
Originally posted by coquetteI need a cigarette and i don't even smoke!
64. sheila's heart thumped wildy in her chest, her pupils grew to fill her irises, her white cotton knitt blouse and shear lingerie revealed her dopaminergic response triggered by her instantaneous memory of her "first" . .oh . .she was breathless. . .trying to compose herself . .. IT'S HIM, IT'S REALLY HIM!
she was dizzy, tongue-tied, a little girl again . . .ken's eyes locked on the "kitten" .. .Doyle fumed
Granny.