Huh?? Come again. Who hired who to do what?? Okay I am interested in hearing more of this story. Where is the next chapter?? I am usually a pretty patient person but this story has me impatient and I am not that type of person. I need the next chapter yesterday. Pretty please.

that is not an interogation I want to read, james is lying.

Well, you'll just have to wait and see like the rest of us........Chapter 11 will be up tomorrow, I promise and it's a doozy! Just ask ciaddict, if she can pick herself up off the floor and quit smoking....lol

Woo Hoo! The plot thickens! Of course it can't be Trey... he's got good breeding. But he should make a good red herring for a while. I always wondered why he didn't come straight home when his mother found his wife was missing.

But James.... hired by someone.... That doesn't sound quite right. It's an impossible leap from fanasizing he's her protector to being willing to kill her for hire. As Bobby would say, different pathologies. I sense more plot thickening to come!

You've definitely got me wanting to know what happens next. Well done!

Jimmy/James has just accused Trey of hiring Jimmy/James to kill his wife! YIKES!!!!!! Never saw that one coming, did ya? Just wait, it gets even better the next day after Trey is brought in for questioning........

I'm sorry I made you impatient. I didn't mean to. I just need some quiet time to get Chapter 12 down on paper.....

Aww, fm you didn't tell me your new chapter is up! Yay!

I tried to remember as many people as possible in pm's last night after I posted.....guess I didn't remember everyone.....sorry, sweetie!

YAY!!! ::jumps around::



No! Never saw that one. What a cliffhanger. Oh I can just imagine what is gonna happen after Trey is brought in but what I imagine and what happens are 2 different things. Looking forward to tomorrow now.

You ever seen a lioness protecting her cub?

Yeah, not a pretty sight either. This WILL be good. Wheeee.

Hey, cousin ciaddict? Friend/beta girl TCIF? Y'all think'll be safe to post ALL of chapter 11 here, or should I edit and have a link to another site that....um....well.....you know........I'm just curious what the censors will think, or are we even begin censored around her anymore? I'm not using the word "frack" (I typed frack on purpose, not that other word...) so, what do ya'll think?

Ohh, interesting. I don't really think Trey did it, but he's definitely hiding something... I look forward to the next chapter.

What makes you think Trey is hiding something? I'm really curious as to what I wrote where that would make you think that......

I say go for it!

Okay, you asked for it! Here goes nothing...........

Chapter 11 is Bobby's VERY EXPLICIT memory of the rest of "Amy's Special Day" (Remember chapter 4?) If you're not into to people doing very mature things with each other, you may want to skip this and wait until Chapter 12. Skipping Chapter 11 will in no way ruin your ability to understand the rest of the story that follows, and really doesn't even affect the outcome very much, it's simply the answer to a request to complete chapter 4. I thought I'd try writing it from Bobby's POV, and I must say it worked out very well.

Once again, the usual disclaimers apply. Thanks to DW, et al for allowing me to take his characters out for a romp. I promise to bring them back relatively unharmed.......Thanks also to my beta girls, ciaddict, TCIF and jcsavestheday, for all their help and support! (Remember, you have been warned ^^^)

Chapter 11 – The Memories

"I'll have Trey Wainwright picked up first thing in the morning," Ross stated as he met the two detectives in the hall outside of the interrogation room.

"Just as long as we can keep Mr. Murphy on ice for a little while longer," said Eames as she headed towards the bullpen. It had been a long day and she was ready to head home and prop her feet up.

"We can keep him the usual 48 hours, but you need stronger evidence of Mr. Wainwright's involvement in all this, or Murphy goes it alone. Understand," Ross asked, looking pointedly at both of them.

"Understood, Captain," Goren replied crisply.

As the two detectives gathered their belongings from their desks and lockers, Eames looked over at Goren. "Hey, Bobby? Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Do you remember the other day when Logan mentioned the name Wainwright? You went all spacey on us there. What was that all about?" She accepted his helping her with her coat as she asked.

"Oh, that. I dated a very pretty girl with that last name." He sighed deeply and continued, a sad half-smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he answered her question. "She was beautiful: gorgeous smile, deep blue eyes and legs that went on for miles. We had a summer romance back when I was stationed in Germany. She broke up with me not long after she came back to the States to finish college. The whole bit about handling a long-distance relationship and not wanting to be married to someone in the military like her dad was."

"Whatever happened to her," Eames asked, pressing the button for the elevator. Something was niggling in the back of her mind and she listened very carefully for his answer.

"I'm not sure. I assume she graduated, she only had one year left, but I'm not sure where she ended up. Her grandparents lived here and she spent her summers here, but grew up all over the place since her dad was in the Army. Why?" He held the elevator doors open for her and followed her inside.

"Just curious. You seemed so, I don't know, happy with that memory. It's nice to see you happy, even if just for a little while."

The two detectives made their way down the elevator to the parking garage and headed to their vehicles.

"You wanna go grab a bite to eat," Eames asked Bobby as she opened the door to her car. "Chinese. I'm buying."

"No thanks," Goren said, holding up several bulging files. "I'm going straight home to leftovers from Sal's and these folders. I'm trying to do a better job of keeping up with my paperwork."

"Okay, then. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Eames," Bobby replied. He watched her drive off before slipping smoothly into his Malibu and heading for home.

As Bobby drove, his thoughts began to wander. Twenty-five years faded away in a rush of feelings and emotions and he was standing in the USO again, spit-shined and polished, holding a beer in his hand and falling in love with a smile. Next, he was dancing with a long-legged angel and drowning in the bluest eyes he thought he had ever seen in his young life.

Bobby had to chuckle as he remembered sitting next to her and laughing hysterically at the German-dubbed movie "Airplane!" with American subtitles. He remembered sneaking out of the office to meet her for lunch in Mannheim and group dating with her two girlfriends and their "flavors of the month" as Amy referred to the girls' ever-changing roster of dates. He even recalled the first time he met her parents, Patty and AJ, at their annual 4^th of July bar-be-que.

As Bobby arrived at home, he remembered the last time he was with Amy in Germany, the night before she flew back to Texas. Amy, her two friends Kelly and Susan, her parents and he all went out for a final dinner at Amy's favorite restaurant in Heidelberg. Patty had brought her camera and had stopped a stranger on the street and asked him to take a group picture of them.

Bobby removed his jacked and tie and tossed them carelessly over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. He placed his badge and cell phone on the kitchen table and emptied his pockets. He moved into his bedroom and carefully placed his gun in the lockbox. Entering the closet, he kicked off his shoes and reached to the back of the high closet shelf and brought out a small box. Opening the box, he moved back into the living room and turned on the light. He carried the box into the kitchen where he poured himself a drink. He smiled as he stood at the counter and looked down at the pictures in the box. He pulled out the one on top; it was Amy behind the counter of the PX on post in Heidelberg. She hated that picture, but Bobby loved it. In the photo, Amy was looking annoyed and had her arm extended and her hand up as though to block her face from the picture. He thought she was beautiful.

He carried the box and his glass of scotch to the couch. Sitting down, he stretched his long legs out the length of the sofa and stuck a pillow behind his back. He carefully balanced the box on his lap and took a long sip of the scotch before placing his drink on the floor within arm's reach. As the warm liquid made its way down his throat, he pulled out more pictures and sighed deeply. They brought back such good memories; he smiled without realizing it as he flipped through the pictures and mementos. At the bottom was the picture he had remembered in the car. There they all were, after their final dinner that night. He and Amy were in the middle, AJ and Patty on the left and Susan and Kelly on the right. They were standing outside the restaurant they had just left. He tossed it on the coffee table next to him; that was the picture he wanted to show Eames in the morning.

As he began to place the photos and cards back in the box, one photo in particular caught his eye. It was Amy, sitting on a blanket with the mountains in the back and a clear blue sky above. Her eyes sparkled at him; the eyes of a young woman in love with the photographer. Time faded away as the memory of that location rushed back to him. The feelings overwhelmed him and he responded physically to the sensations that merely looking at that photo aroused within him. At first he was shocked by the strength of his reaction, but as he replayed the events of the day that led up to that place, that photo, that look in her eyes, he realized that he still felt strongly about her. He took another sip of scotch, laid his head back, closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember.

It had all started because he so desperately wanted to kiss her.

He had completely understood her reasons for not kissing early on in their relationship. She was still smarting from the break-up with her boyfriend of three years several months earlier. It had been a particularly painful experience for her that had left a very bad taste in her mouth and a very large hole in her heart. She had had no desire to allow herself to fall too fast, too soon, too quickly.

By the end of the summer, however, things were very different; at least they were for Bobby. Unbeknownst to Amy, Bobby had conspired with her parents, her friends, several soldiers and several local businesses to put together a scavenger hunt for her. The goal was to end up collecting all the necessary items for a picnic day up in the mountains and whisking her off to enjoy it. He smiled as he remembered how much fun he had had sneaking around all week setting everything up just so. The smile on her face when she entered the USO after finding the last clue told him it had all been worth the effort.

Bobby had shocked them both by wondering out loud what it was going to take for him to be able to kiss her. Likewise, Amy's reaction had surprised him; her slamming on the brakes to pull off the road and leap into his lap and kiss him was totally unexpected and out of character for her. The ensuing romantic encounter that followed shook them both to the core. The depth of her physical response to him was both a surprise and a delight, and had left Bobby hopeful for a more intimate relationship in the long run.

Amy had been unable to drive once she recovered from the fiery orgasm Bobby's caresses had given her, so Bobby took over in the driver's seat and continued heading up into the mountains.

"Wow," Amy breathed. She was grinning like an idiot and still lolling in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Amy answered back. She giggled; Bobby grinned even wider. Amy reached over and grabbed his hand while they drove. "Why didn't you just grab me and kiss me like that before now?"

"Like that? On your parents' front porch? I don't think that would have gone over very well," Bobby said, casting a sideways grin at her.

"Yeah; you're probably right. Dad would have found a way to dishonorably discharge your butt all the way back to pre-school if he'd seen you doing that to me on our front porch," Amy said, laughing at the thought of her Dad seeing what had just transpired between them. "I know he likes you and all, but I can't even handle the thought of Dad doing to Mom what you just did to me, much less them having sex."

"Only once, huh," Bobby asked her.

"What," Amy exclaimed. "Oh, I get it; only once."

They laughed.

The rest of their drive continued in much the same way, the two of them engaged in a playful banter that was now laced with innuendo and intimacy. Amy had taken to unconsciously drawing lazy circles on Bobby's leg with her soft fingers and he was afraid if they didn't get to his chosen spot soon, they would be pulling over to the shoulder of the road again, but for more than heavy petting this time.

The spot Bobby had chosen was gorgeous; a secluded glen with mountains in the background, several large trees for shade, and total isolation all around. He had even brought a camera, and Amy spent several minutes just taking pictures of the spectacular location.

Bobby unpacked the car and carried everything over to one of the larger trees. He began spreading the blanket out when Amy suddenly and quietly appeared at his side. In the unspoken language of two people who have become lovers, they spread out the blanket and laid out their lunch. Bobby reclined his long lean body along one edge of the blanket and rose up on one arm to face Amy. She sat across from him and began to fix him a sandwich.

"You are so beautiful," he said softly.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes and smiled softly as her cheeks blushed. Bobby reached out with his long arm and gently pushed her dark hair off her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear. It was a move he had seen her do unconsciously and often, and it touched her that he noticed and moved her hair for her. His hand lingered for a moment on the back of her neck and their eyes met and held for a brief moment. Amy shrugged her shoulders slightly and looked back down at the sandwich she was preparing for him.

"What do you want on your sandwich," she had asked him.

"I'm not hungry," he replied huskily. Not for food anyway.

"Oh," was all Amy could say. "You'll need your strength." Bobby looked intently at her and raised one eyebrow in silent curiosity. Does she really know what she's saying?

Her eye contact suddenly became as equally intense as his, which only succeeded in stoking the flame stirring inside him even more. Does she have any idea what she is doing to me? How she is making me feel? If she doesn't stop, I won't be responsible for my actions….

Somehow Amy fixed herself a sandwich and both had eaten, although neither was aware of the taste of the food or the flavor of the drink. There had been no conversation; leastwise not the kind with words, for both had looked deeply into each others' eyes for most of the meal.

When they were done, they quickly and quietly packed up their supplies and moved them off the blanket.

Bobby returned to reclining on his side and Amy sat just out of arm's reach and faced him. Neither spoke. The air was heavy with sexual tension and the unspoken question that hung between them.

Finally, Amy spoke. "Thank you," she said.

Bobby raised one eyebrow and continued to look at her intently.

"For all this," she said, as she moved her arm, indicating the location, the day, the meal. "I still can't believe you did all this just for me. I don't really know what else to say."

Suddenly, Amy crawled forward towards him. He watched as she slinked slowly across the blanket, never taking her eyes off him, and placed a soft tender kiss on his lips. She pulled back and met his gaze. Slowly she leaned in again, placing her lips once more on his. This time she lingered. Bobby willed himself to stay calm as Amy pulled her legs up underneath herself and pressed her lips more firmly against his. Amy sighed sweetly when he opened his lips and allowed her to deepen their kiss. God give me strength, Bobby prayed.

When Amy pulled back and smiled into his eyes, Bobby thought he had died and gone to heaven. It took every last ounce of his strength not to flip her over and rip her clothes off right then and there. Remember, he said to himself, that's not the kind of experience she needs to have with you. She needs tenderness; a gentle lover, not a selfish jerk.

She began raining kisses along his jaw line, slowly making her way towards his ear. When she began laving his ear with her tongue, Bobby felt an explosion in the pit of his stomach like he'd never had before; he groaned. She giggled wickedly and kept slowly moving her tongue around on his ear. She opened her mouth and carefully placed it over his earlobe. When her mouth closed over the sensitive flesh and she scraped her teeth and pulled, sucking the tender lobe as she did, Bobby moaned louder. He was stunned by the depth of his reaction to her, and he fought back the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her again.

Amy placed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him down onto the blanket; she lowered her body on top of his and noticed his arousal. "Did I do that," she said innocently, although the look in her eyes told Bobby she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He decided at that point that he would simply lay back and enjoy the moment.

He had chosen to wear a light-weight cotton button-down shirt and chino shorts, and as Amy started slowly unbuttoning each button and kissing his exposed skin as she made her way down his chest, he was thankful he hadn't opted for a t-shirt. Half-way down his chest, Amy raised her head. She caught his gaze intently and slid her hands into his shirt and across his pectoral muscles. She smiled in satisfaction as she felt his nipples harden and heard his sudden sharp intake of breath.

"Amy," he moaned. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

"Shhhh," she replied, touching his lips softly with her finger. She smiled seductively at him as she gently tugged his shirt free from the waistband of his shorts. Amy could tell he was on a short fuse, and she delighted in the power she now held over him. She held his gaze with that same smile as she finished unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it open and lowered her mouth to his now bare skin. Amy began raining kisses across his chest and made her way slowly down to his navel, where she ran her tongue around its edge in slow lazy circles before flicking it in and out and finally nipping at the lower rim. Bobby cried out as his back arched and his body bucked at the sensations she was sending through his body. He'd had other lovers before, but none had ever made him feel like this.

Amy slowly pulled herself up along his chest to stare down into his smoldering eyes. She held his gaze for a moment before lowering her mouth to his for a long soul-searing kiss. Bobby reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her firmly and returning her kiss just as fervently. He was on fire and nearly out of control, but he gently pushed Amy up by her shoulders and looked her in the eye.

"Do you want this," he asked her.

She nodded.

"Are you sure? I mean, really sure? Things will never go back to the way they were before; you realize that, don't you?"

She looked at him with an intensity that amazed him and nodded again. She shifted and slid off to sit next to him on the blanket. "I'm not a virgin, Bobby. I'm totally aware of what's going on and what will change. I'd've never gotten out of the car earlier if I didn't want this. And if you don't hurry up and kiss me agai-mmmph"

Bobby had flipped her over and covered her long body with his, then trapped her mouth with his before she could finish. He held her hands with his; pushing her arms over her head as he kissed her like he had never kissed her before. Bobby felt his body explode with heat and sensation when Amy parted her legs slightly and their hips touched intimately. When Amy moaned with pleasure, he released one of her hands and moved his head down to her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss every inch of her neck, his tongue licking at the neckline of her shirt and dipping under it to tease and arouse her even more.

Bobby had had other lovers, but never had arousing another woman aroused him in such a way. Soon he found his hands running up and down her sides, caressing her breasts and removing her top. He reveled in the pleasure he brought her as he dipped his mouth to the sweet valley between her luscious breasts and thrilled to hear her moaning as he kissed and licked and teased each nipple through the silken fabric of her bra. When he reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra with one hand, Amy gasped. Bobby felt his loins become even tighter when she reached up to completely remove his shirt.

The feel of her naked skin against his brought him pleasure beyond pleasure and he forced himself to go slow, to enjoy her, to remember that soon she would be leaving him and who knew how long it would be before he could do this to her again. His mouth began roaming over her belly, up to her breasts where he spent quite a bit of time licking and sucking each breast and nipple, hearing her react with her moans, whimpers and gasps, feeling her react with every arch of her back, her nails scraping the bare skin of his back and her hips wriggling against him.

Bobby shifted his attention back down to her abdomen, where he rained hot, wet kisses over her smooth, taut skin, and delighted in her response as he teased her belly button the same way she had teased his. He chuckled deep in his chest as she pulled his head back with his hair and met his gaze. "Meany," she ground out throatily. He merely smiled wickedly and pulled his head back down even lower on her belly. His tongue slowly ran the length of the top of her shorts, back and forth until she was begging him for mercy. He paused long enough to undo her shorts and pull them off, toss them to the side.

He rose up on his elbows and looked down at her intensely. He took in every inch of her, committing it to memory visually, before placing his hands on her knees and slowly moving them up towards the tops of her legs. He watched her eyes darken even more and smiled at her reaction as his hands reached the tops of her legs and his thumbs traced lazy circles along the tender flesh of her inner thighs, toyed with the elastic edge of her panties, brushed across her most intimate areas once again.

"Bob-by," Amy moaned, causing him to look at her once more. She arched hard against his hand and her eyes were begging. "Please, Bobby." Amy slid her hands slowly down the length of his back and pushed her fingers under the waist band of his shorts. He started at the instant reaction his body had to such a simple gesture and realized he wanted her more than even he had realized. He waited with bated breath as Amy smiled sweetly up at him and slowly moved her hands around to the front of his body, her fingers still underneath the band of his shorts, to the snap. She undid the snap, keeping her gaze firmly on his, and then very slowly unzipped his fly, taking care to brush his manhood with the faintest of touches. She smiled even more at his sharp intake of breath and the enormity of his physical reaction to the merest touch of her fingers.

Bobby could take no more. He quickly shed his pants and boxers, smiling at Amy as she just as quickly removed her panties. When they laid down together once more, naked bodies pressed together, arms wrapped around each other, they sighed. For a moment, neither one dared to move, only wanting to feel, skin on skin, breath on breath. Slowly, Bobby moved his head and met Amy's lips once more. As her lips softened and her mouth opened to him, he began to explore her mouth with his tongue once more. Their hands began to move slowly up and down each others' bodies. Amy shifted on to her back, and Bobby moved his hand down between her legs. He slowly slipped two of his fingers inside her, careful not to hurt her. They gasped together at the realization that she was wide open and more than ready for him. Amy's hand had been busy, too, and she grasped the smooth velvety soft skin of his shaft, feeling him become larger and harder in her hand as she stroked him.

When they could take no more, by mutual unspoken agreement, the pulled their hands away and Bobby moved on top of her. He quickly fumbled with a condom, then moved between her legs and slowly slid himself inside. They sighed with pleasure as he sank deeply inside her, watching each other with wide open eyes and soft smiles. "You feel so good," Amy told him. "So do you," Bobby replied huskily. They lay still, neither one daring to move, allowing the feelings and sensations to build. Finally, when he could take it no more, Bobby began to move inside her, feeling her rise and fall, matching each other's rhythm. Higher and higher they rose together, bellies tightening, sensation after sensation pushing them on, urging them to thrust and press harder, faster. Bobby felt her tighten around him as she began to climax. Never had he felt a woman come around him so hard, so completely; he loved the sound of her voice as she cried out his name in ecstasy. Bobby thrust even harder against her and felt his whole body and soul began to explode as he gave her a second orgasm as powerful as the first one, and this time he allowed her to carry him over the edge. He felt positively primal as his seed gushed forth in a brain-blasting orgasm that left him shaken to the core. He heard himself cry out her name loudly as he collapsed against her. They wrapped their arms tightly around each other, stroking each other softly, floating gently back down to earth together.

After they had caught their breath, Bobby lifted his head, propped himself on his left elbow and smiled down at her. "What's wrong," he asked, as he noticed the tear running down her right cheek. "Did I hurt you?"

Amy shook her head. "No," she said with a catch in her throat. "I—it's just…well, I wish we'd done this a lot sooner, is all. I mean, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I don't know when I'll see you again, and that was so wonderful…." Her voice faded off as she began crying in earnest.

"Oh, Baby, it's alright," Bobby told her gently. He moved completely off her and shifted to fit her into the curve of his shoulder. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted his face to hers. "I'll see you at Christmas."

"I know….but….oh, Bobby! I'm gonna miss you so much." Amy buried her face in his shoulder and cried.

Bobby remembered how helpless he had felt in those few moments. Finally Amy had sat up, smiling at him as she wiped away her tears. "I'm a mess," she said with a half-laugh.

"I think you look beautiful," he remembered telling her as he gently brushed her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"We should be going, shouldn't we?"

Bobby looked at his watch. "Yeah, we should. We need to get back and get cleaned up for dinner with your parents and Susan and Kelly."

They moved in silence as they cleaned each other up as best they could and re-dressed. Bobby had then picked up the camera and asked if he could take her picture.

I can hardly wait. ........

Enough foreplay already! Lay it on us chika!

Edit: It figures you'd be posting it at exactly the same time I was posting this... LOL

::sets out cigs, ice & cold water. Walks over to the themostat and lowers it to about 67::

Only one comment for this chapter ....


::THUD:: WOW!

I want Bobby to meet his son! give me the meat! lol But nice appetizer. lol.

Mmmmm... Alpine nookie. Very sweet.

THUD!!!! I need a cigarette and a shower. Okay onto the confession and Bobby finding out he has a son. I'll be ready by then.

Grabs some ice water and heads off for a shower... I look forward to the next chapter.



I really don't know why I posted that, other then the fact my mind was elsewhere yesterday. I can't know that yet, can I?

::flashymom walks down the hall:: Hmmmm, why is the line to the showers so long? ::Notices cigarette smoke and happy smiles:: Oh, I get it! Satisfied readers! Guess I need to get a move on on chapter 12, huh ladies?

I know someone who's gonna have some sweet dreams tonight!

Now back to our regularly scheduled story....

That was fantastic, Flashymom. Now I have something to dream about. Well done.

Thank you, thank you all very much! ::takes deep bow:: And, how did everyone sleep last night ladies?

I just got back online this morning and thought I'd see what's going on....Oh my!

::looks around at line of women waiting for cold showers and trail of cigarette butts::

I guess FM must have posted chapter 11. Oh yes, I see it now. Oh boy, here we go again!

::THUD::

PILLOWS!!!!!! We forgot pillows! ::runs off in search of large body-sized throw pillows::

You told me to grab ice and nicotine sticks!! you said nothing about pillows!!!!

I didn't think about pillows until ciaddict did a super thud next to you.......sorry....::hangs head meekly::

weeeellllll, that's ok. Of course, ciaddict should have know better than to read THAT chapter without thud-proofing the area!

BTW, I just sent the two of you emails, when ever you get a chance, of course!

Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I've been gone for a few days so I thought I'd just see what everyone's up to. I come here and what do I see? There's Bobby and Amy....nekkid....on a blanket.....doing....things......

::THUD::

Thanks for the pillows, FM!

I keep wondering how long I'll be able to keep this up here......before the censors "ban me for life"! ::fluffs pillows, dumps ashtrays, throws away empty water bottles, picks up wet towels, refills ice buckets:: There, all set! Go read it again until I can get chapter 12 done......

I'm slowly moving towards the BIG CONFRONTATION!!!!! My first paragraph was brilliant, now the rest is agonizing over every paragraph. I'm about to get to the point where I can bust loose. Amy's been yelling all sorts of bad names at Bobby today.....hopefully she won't haul off and hit him, but who could blame her? Y'all just thought Bobby was confused before, he's really gonna be confused now!

::flops down on couch and calls up weather website on laptop:: I just hope Gustav behaves and leaves us alone here in Louisiana......

fm! This.....is....GREAT!!

After reading the last chapter, I need to go take a cold shower.....lol!
Have you been reading my copy of Unmasqued by Collette Gale??

No, is it smokin' sexy need a ciggy, too? lol I used to read a lot of smut fiction.....

::flashymom taps on mic to make sure it's on:: ehem, excuse me, please, ladies. Excuse me! ::room falls silent:: Thank you. ehem....I regret to have to announce that the presence of Hurricanes Gustav and Hannah have forced me to temporarily suspend any and all further progress on Chapter 12 of my current fan-fic, "It Always Comes Back". If any decent period of peace, calmness and mental clarity become available over the next week, writing will resume. Until such time, I ask for patience and understanding on your part. Please pop in every so often, as food and drink will always be available here, and to keep my story from falling to the second page or worse...::shudders at the thought:: Thank you for your attention and understanding. ::gathers up papers and leaves podium::

Also, John McCain has announced that his running mate is Alaska Governor Sarah Palin. The woman is awesome! Go check out her resume! She is almost more qualified than McCain! She definately has more experience in actually running a community (City Council, Mayor, Governor) than Obama. She is perfect! If you can pop over to CNN and listen to her acceptance speech she gave earlier today in Dayton, Ohio, you'll see what I mean! God Bless Americe!

::muttering:: Blasted hurricanes! They suck all the fun out of a day! ::runs off to check out Sarah Palin::

Oh yes it is!!! lol
Unmasqued is the "erotic retelling" of The Phantom of the Opera.......mixed in with Penthouse Forum (from what I understand, lol). I swear to you, someone's gettin' nooky at LEAST every 10 pages!!! ::fanning self::
Between your Chapter 11 of IACB, and Unmasqued, I was in desperate need of ciggies and my freezer--and I'm a dedicated nonsmoker!!
When you're safe from Gustav and Hannah and have Chapter 12 done, PM me if you'd like to borrow Unmasqued. Lenore and I have been borrowing each other's books for awhile now.

WORD UP, fm!!!
Be safe......please check in with us after the hurricanes pass by........why must they be called hurricanes. Why not himmicanes???

I'm praying for you, FM! I caught up on your fic, can't wait for the rest By the way, did you post the "MA" part here or on FF.net, or nowhere yet?

Chapter 11 IS the MA part. It's still all there, I checked. Are you sure you read the same chapter 11 that I wrote?

Ohh I read Ch. 11 on Ff.net before, and it wasn't posted there when I read it. I read it over again here, thanks

Hey, y'all! Just thought I'd pop in and let you know that we are ok. Once again, we are "up" here in Yazoo City, MS. I swore after Rita and sitting through tornado sirens all day here that I would never come up here for another hurricane again. Today was not bad. Very little rain and no tornadoes. God has been very gracious to us, Gustav was only a Cat 2 when he made landfall. I have friends in Houma that I don't know about yet. I know they went to Arkansas, but initial reports out of Houma, Terrebonne Parish and Lafourche Parish are not good. Have seen pictures of homes completely destroyed and one on fire in Houma......our dear Abby/JRyan, lives in Houma.....

Baton Rouge is relatively unscathed. Yes, water "topped" some of the levees in New Orleans, but the system has held. The levees are designed with safety zones for spillage, which is what the "topping" really was -- wave action lapping over the top. So far, only ankle deep water and some roads slightly flooded. Nothing major.

Lake Charles and Calcasieu Parish still have power. Cameron Parish, to our south, is out, as are several of the Parishes to our east. Schools are closed through Thursday and damage assessments will be made tomorrow. No word yet on when we can go back; area is still under mandatory evacuation. Hubby is a Tier 2 returnee, so he may get to go back before we do, it's all still wait and see.

Rainy here in MS, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers!

I think I blew it! I thought you had told us that JRyan was in Arkansas and I told that in Off Topic. Was I wrong about that? I think I was because now I can't find that post anywhere. I'll go "mea culpa" in the OT thread.

Just caught up with Chapter 11. Great job... I need to find my fan and spend some time in the shower. I like my shower. It's got an adjustable sprayer.

Adjustable sprayers make for very nice, uh, company in the shower........

Hey, just wanted to let ya'll know that we made it back home safely yesterday evening. Now to unpack, catch up on laundry, and get back into the swing of running the house again....cleaning, dusting, etc, etc, etc,... hopefully some writing. Need to get chapter 12 finished. The ending came to me in the van yesterday while driving home and listening to Frank Sinatra..............maybe I should go write it down before I forget it......

Thanks for all the prayers and concern. Now, just waiting to hear from JRyan like the rest of y'all.... should've given her my cell number b4 we left.....

Good to hear you're safe back home Flashymom! I just started to read this story and like it a lot so far, great job!

*squeal* Another fan! Thanks, glad you like it. Chapter 12 is a work in progress. I now have a jumble of thoughts and scenes falling all over themselves. Not sure how everything will work out.....

Glad to have you hanging out with us!