Oh, my! I was about to fall off onto page 2! Can't let that happen.

We really should have a place in here for just flash fiction, cuz that's what keeps bumping all the other stuff off the first page. Not that I have a problem with the flashfics, I love 'em, there are just SO many of them right now. Some really good stories are getting pushed to page 2.....

Anyway, here's my deal. Chapter 3 will be up later today. The only other Chapter ready to post is Chapter 4. I leave for 11 days of vacation on July 3, so will post Chapter 4 that morning, before we head off to the airport.

The next part of my story is very hard to write. It's got a lot of procedural stuff, B/A workplace interaction, plus its just complicated trying to move towards the ending (which is pretty much already written). Anyway, just wanted to let ya'll know, that if it appears I have "fallen off the boards" for a while next month, I'm just on vacation. We'll have the laptop and it now has a satellite card, but I'm not going to be rude to my family and spend our whole vacation on these boards and trying to write my story. That would just be wrong.

Thanks to those who helped clean up the mess in here from the Chapter 2 party. The writing is slow going, but I'm working on it.

Our mission while you are on vacation will be to keep Amy and Company on the first page for your return! I agree - I love the flashfics but maybe they should be condensed into one thread just for them and we could find the 'sub threads' inside the main one. It would be much easier and much less congestion. Just a thought -

Enjoy your vacation - did you get the info I PMd you?

I had issues with ff.net too, so much I finally gave up. Funny thing, people in my rl don't know I write either!

I started a series nearly four years ago and realized it's a novel by now! When I think of the hours I spent...

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I did, thank you.

We get in the rental car Sat. 5th afternoon and tool around Penn until 10th. You need to PM me where the store is, maybe we can stop by there on Sunday 6th if it's on our way....please? I'd love to stop in and meet you and thank you in person for my dvd's!
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Where in PA are you going to be? I'm about 20 minutes south of Scranton. It would be great to meet up if our schedules and your location would work out. PM me and we'll see what we can work out.

FM and Judy might get to meet! That will be so cool!

Spook and I have talked about the congestion on the board because of all the flash fics. I love them, too, and I've written one. But they are pushing a lot of stories off the first page. Is there such a thing as a sub subforum? It would be nice to have them all together in one place.

And I know what you mean about the hours put into writing, Peyton. And I've only been doing it for a couple of months. All day at work or wherever I am, I am thinking of ideas for stories. Or wondering if anyone has posted another chapter of the stories I'm following. And wishing I could read more--there are so many good ones.

Have a good vacation FM. We won't mind too much taking a back seat to your family.

Flashymom going on vacation??? hmmmm, perhaps I should finish my story so you can beta it before you leave..........

That would be nice. Especially since you still have Bobby clinging to life in another round of surgery and Rena crying her heart out in the chapel...............

Whew! No one seems to notice that I said I'd post chapter 3 on Friday, and didn't get to...........



It didn’t take long for word to pass through the Heidelberg military community that Amy Wainwright had a suitor. Working at the PX was a high visibility job, and as she good-naturedly turned down the many requests for dates from eager, love-struck soldiers, word spread that the general’s daughter was off the market. Turning up on post with the same date several times had only solidified that opinion, and eventually the requests quit coming.



Kelly and Susan thought all this quite funny, as they knew Amy and Bobby were still not terribly serious about each other. At least Amy wasn’t, insisting that Bobby was merely someone fun and safe to be with while she sorted out her feelings regarding the whole Roger debacle.



After about a month, Bobby pressed Amy hard as to why she was keeping him at arm’s length while being willing to go out with him as much as their schedules allowed. He had never dated someone who seemed uninterested in anything more than a hug at the end of a date, and he was quite puzzled by her behavior. Bobby had a desperate longing to pull Amy into his arms and kiss her senseless at the end of their next date, but wasn’t sure he wouldn’t get his face slapped. He decided he had to ask her what was going on.



“Is it me,” Bobby questioned her at lunch one day. She had driven over to Mannheim to join him for lunch and do some shopping on her day off.



Amy knew eventually he’d asked. She’d allow him to hug her after their dates, but nothing more.



“No.”



“Are you sure? We’ve been seeing each other for a month now and you won’t let me kiss you. I think I deserve to know if I’ve done something wrong.”



“You haven’t done anything wrong. Really,” Amy said, looking down at her lunch.



Bobby tilted his head to the side, leaning forward to catch her eyes, and looked at her silently.



If this is how he interrogates suspects, no wonder he’s so good. One look from him, and they must all willingly confess, she thought to herself, feeling her composure wilt under his solid look.



“There was a guy, back at school……” Amy began. Bobby remained silent, his gaze steady and understanding.



Amy took a deep breath and went on. “We met the first day of classes at A&M. Literature 101. We hit it off as friends, drinking buds actually, and it just went from there. Studying together led to football game dates, and eventually we weren’t interested in dating other people. I was swept away by a handsome young man who loved history and literature as much as I did. By the time Christmas rolled around last year, everyone we knew had us all but married off. We went to the same church, had the same beliefs, both wanted jobs and kids…..it seemed so perfect…….” Amy let her voice trail off and her gaze shifted away from Bobby.



“What happened, Amy,” Bobby asked softly. “What did he do?”



Amy didn’t answer, but sat staring into space, fighting back the tears.



“Amy?”

“ Wh-when Christmas came and went last year with no hint of an engagement ring, or promise ring, I finally managed to get him to tell me that he wanted to wait until our senior year. I wasn’t too happy at first, but he quickly re-assured me that he had it all planned out and to just be patient.”



“Were you?”



“Yes. He had quite a way with words,” Amy replied. That’s not all he had quite a way with she remembered.



Bobby watched the emotions play over her face before he softly asked, “What did he do to you, Amy?”



“He cheated on me,” she intoned.



Amy remembered it as though it was yesterday. Roger becoming more evasive, begging off studying together, even hinting that he needed time and space away from her. She had understood, as they had been exclusive for two years at that point and seeing other people could only help them solidify their feelings towards each other.



Then she had showed up at his apartment unannounced that fateful February day. She let herself in as she usually did, and headed to the kitchen. Her plan was to surprise him after his classes with his favorite meal, in hopes that they could get their relationship back on track and have a long over-due talk over steaks and a good bottle of red wine.



Noises from Kenneth’s bedroom caused her to stop and turn in that direction. She checked her watch, the time indicating that neither Roger nor his roommate Kenneth should be home, but still on campus. The noises became voices, and froze her in her tracks. She recognized Roger’s voice, followed by Kenneth’s. The blood drained from her face as the realization of what she was hearing began to sweep over her. Anxiety filled her every pore and she began to shake, dropping the bag of groceries on the floor.



She was still standing there, shaking uncontrollably and sobbing as the bedroom door opened and Roger, wrapped in a sheet, stared stunned at her.



“Amy? Amy, wh-what are you doing here,” he asked her.



“Me?! What are YOU doing here,” she whispered back. “And with HIM? Is this why you needed space? When were you going to tell me?”



Eventually the whole sordid truth had come out. Explanations were given, feelings discussed, tears shed. Amy was devastated, and left with a broken heart. Her parents had been surprisingly understanding, offering to help her drop out and move to Germany right then, but common sense prevailed, and Amy had managed to salvage the rest of her semester.



As Amy shared all this with Bobby, the reasons for her behavior became clear. Bobby reassured her that he could handle taking things at her pace, just having fun and enjoying each other’s company. He liked Amy a lot, and found himself unwilling to add any more hurt to her heart right now. For someone who chased skirts for a hobby, this was uncharted territory, and Bobby found himself enjoying the experience.



Neither one should have been too worried about their relationship moving too fast. Work kept both of them quite busy. Bobby’s job with the CID had him conducting investigations at Army posts all over Germany, sometimes keeping him out of town for days at a time. Amy was quickly promoted to a swing-shift management position at the PX and welcomed the extra hours, as they kept her busy while Bobby was working.



Susan and Kelly insisted that Amy continue meeting them for their traditional Saturday lunch in town. There the three girls chatted about work and boys and discussed all the latest post gossip. Since all three now had boyfriends, plans were made to all go out together. That first evening had been so much fun, the three couples had been out several times together since. The summer was shaping up to be just what Amy had wanted: fun and relaxation; no pressures, no worries.



July edged closer to August; no one wanted to bring up Amy needing to go back to the States for her senior year.

I agree with ya ciaddict. We definitely need a subforum for the flash fics. All the bigger stories are getting knocked to the 2nd page quicker than normal. jmho.


FM, OMG ::sobs:: What a twist. What Amy has endured and gone thru. I don't think I could have handled it any better than she did. I woulda kicked Roger's a$$ but that's me. I hope Bobby can break her down and get thru to her. I can see them involved romantically.

Glad you enjoyed it. I had a boyfriend confess he had cheated on me, and the anxiety and nausea that coursed through me were the basis for how Amy felt. I had never had such gut-wrenching, heartache sobs before. My whole world fell apart. That's what I drew on for Amy. She may be a tough Army brat, but she's not one to seek physical revenge. She's also a paradox. My beta girls aren't so sure they like all of what I'm writing, but, hey, it's my story! (Is that foreshadowing? Maybe.....)

I know, let's have Bobby kick Rodger's butt!

My ex cheated on me too of course he did other things along with it. Think about a tamer 'Safe from Evil'. Charlie is my ex but not near as bad, very mild compared to Charlie. I do like what you are doing with your story and I am sure I can take anything that comes along.



Hey I like that idea. I wonder if FM is up for it.

Bobby and Rodger will never meet. Rodger and Kenneth moved to California over Christmas break that year....You might have seen them in Robin Williams' movie "The Birdcage"......the 'girls' on the back row....

Never seen 'The Birdcage' but heard things about it.

Have you posted to FF or are you having issues? I hadn't see it posted there yet but then Mary is trying to post ours but there are issues over there. No alerts or reviews or replies are being received by anyone. Now I can't even get in. Just curious.

The first 2 chapters are up over there. I need to go put Chapter 3 up. I've rated the story M -- it will become apparent why in Chapter 4, and again later on, so it will only show up if you search for "all ratings" or "rating M" only. I'm 'flashymom' over there, too, so should show up if you do an author search.

I hope this helps!

Chapter 3 is up now on ff.net. Please go review over there, too. I'm trying to find everyone and post reviews on ya'll's stories over there as well.

Thanks!

A gut wrenching chapter, but well done.

Thanks. I had to give Amy a very real reason for keeping Bobby at arm's length. She does like him, a LOT as ya'll will find out in Chapter 4, but isn't too keen on setting herself up for more heartache. I've been in her shoes (a college bf did w/another woman) so drew on that for inspiration. This chapter was surprisingly easy to write.

Beautiful plot, FM! You made my night actually! Good work!

Thank you! Have you read all 3 chapters yet? I'm going to try to have stuff ready to send to my beta team tomorrow evening. Not sure which direction things should go after chapter 4 just yet.......Chapter 4, I'm thinking I'll post Tuesday, if I can wait that long.....maybe sooner if I figure out just what Chapter 5 is going to be........

Not yet. Just had Internet back last Tuesday night and I have been catching up the latest threads here and on SVU forum.



Take your time. I am in no hurry. Oh, and have fun on your vacation in case you leave early this month!

This is the 1st ff I have EVER read. Thanks fm. I like it. I'm looking forward to reading more. I can't wait to find out what "always comes back".

Oh I know! Poor Amy! Its not bad enough that there are so few good guys out there, but to have to compete with other guys is so totally unfair!



You are doing great with your story FM! Take wherever you want--I'm good for the ride!







You do realize, don't you, that once you post chapter 4 everyone is going to be BEGGING for the next chapter? And you are going on vacation! I better call Mario on the NOROMO and have him bring in extra tacos and cheesecake!

Shut your mouth, cousin.....you and several others around here are NOTORIOUS for leaving us hanging for a while at the end of a really good chapter.

I'm serious about having 2 chunks almost ready. I just need help deciding what order they should go in.....and if one in particular is taking the right path.......hopefully the fam will let me hole up and write today......

I give this chapter...



...Flashymom! it was thoughtful of Ciaddict for helping you out! Keep up the great work!

Thanks! I'm so glad Spidey approves. btw, ciaddict isn't the only one helping me...

Oh, peace and quiet in my own thread.......think I'll try to get some more writing done...........

::sits on couch, opens laptop, and starts writing::

Here's Chapter 4 -- I hope you enjoy it! (Oh, btw, this chapter is rated 'M'....)

All the usual disclaimers apply.

CHAPTER 4 -- AMY’S SPECIAL DAY

“Amy. Amy. Wake up, Amy.” Elizabeth Wainwright’s voice woke Amy early on the last Saturday in July.



“Mo-oommm…..no,” Amy said, rolling over to face her mom and opening one very sleepy eye.



Amy’s mom was standing next to the bed holding a tray. On the tray was a cup of vanilla yogurt, a bowl of fresh peaches, a cup of coffee and a single red rose in a vase.



“Sit up now. Time to eat. You’ve got a busy day ahead of you,” she said, placing the tray over Amy’s lap.



“Why are you bringing me breakfast in bed,” Amy asked. “It isn’t my birthday, I’m not sick. We’re not moving again, are we?” Amy looked sideways at her mother. “The last time you brought me breakfast in bed it was to tell me we were moving.”



“I remember, and no, we’re not moving. You’re Dad is planning on being here for a while. No, I’m not the person responsible for your getting breakfast in bed. Eat up and get dressed. Oh, and don’t forget to read the note on the tray. Enjoy!” Elizabeth waved at Amy with a big smile as she left the room.



Amy loved fresh peaches and as she sank her teeth into one of the juice wedges, she opened the note. “My favorite lady’s favorite breakfast. Find out more downstairs,” the unsigned note read. Hmmm, Amy thought. Who knows peaches and vanilla yogurt are my favorite breakfast?



Amy’s eyes moved to the single red rose in the vase on the tray. I wonder….she thought to herself. I guess I’d better eat up and get downstairs.



Amy could hear her parents talking and moving around in the kitchen when she got downstairs. She carried her tray into the kitchen and set it on the counter next to the sink, and pulled the rose out of the vase.



“Dad? Is this from you,” she asked her dad, going over to give him a hug.



“Nope, not from me,” he answered her with a big smile. “This note is also for you. You’re supposed to read it and tell me where to take you. I have a job today, and that is to drive you wherever you need to go.”

Amy gave her dad a quizzical look as she took the note from him. “Do you know what’s going on,” she asked him.



“Yes, your mom and I both know at least part of it, but we’re sworn to secrecy. Go on, read the note. I’m eager to find out what’s next.”



“This is a scavenger hunt. You are to figure out each clue and allow your father to drive you from location to location. There will be items for you to pick up at each location along with a note containing the clue to the next location. Start by going to where you work. Private Dutton will have your first item and your next clue.” The note was unsigned.



A bewildered Amy looked up at her father. “You know who’s behind this? And you’re OK with helping?” Her dad nodded in answer to both questions.



“Well, OK. Let me grab my purse and we’ll be off. Bye, Mom.”



“Bye, Amy. Bye, AJ. Remember, it’s a secret.” Elizabeth gave Amy and AJ each a hug and smile.



AJ led Amy out the door and around to the driveway. There was a cute red German sports car, a convertible, its top down, beckoning them to hop in and go for a drive.



“Your carriage awaits, milady,” said AJ, as he opened the passenger door and waved Amy inside. “You are to scavenge in style, my dear.”



“Oh, wow! I’ve always wanted to have a car like this! Dad, are you sure you’re not behind this?”



“Absolutely,” AJ said. “Amy, you have nothing to worry about. The person behind this just wants you to have a fun relaxing day before you have to leave for school. Trust me, if I wasn’t comfortable, would I be willing to drive you around?”



Her dad had a point, Amy had to admit to herself. She wondered who could be behind all this and why as they drove across the post to the PX.



Private Dutton was waiting by the door as they pulled up in front of the building that housed the PX. He was holding a single red rose and a note in one hand, and a large, brown paper bag in the other.



“Here you go, ma’am,” he said to Amy as he handed her the items. “My instructions are to tell you to please leave the bag closed, and to have a great day. General.” Private Dutton came to attention and saluted as he acknowledged AJ sitting in the driver’s seat.



“At ease, son,” AJ replied as he returned the salute. “Thank you for your help.”



Amy did as she was instructed and read the note after she got back into her seat. “2 roses, 2 clues, and the start of something really fun. Stop by Susan’s house next.”



Susan’s house was followed by Kelly’s, each girl having a rose, a note and another brown paper bag. The back seat was starting to get full, and Amy and AJ were starting to get very curious.



“Dad, are you sure you know nothing more than just to drive me around? Can you please give me any sort of a hint as to who’s behind this?”



“You know the person, I can tell you that much. You’re mother and I know this person as well, and we are perfectly OK with all this.”



Amy could tell by her father’s tone of voice that no more information on the subject would be forthcoming, so she turned on the radio while they headed to their next destination. Three more stops followed, and finally Amy began to get some much needed answers to her questions.



“Please go to where we had our first date,” she read. “Bobby! Is Bobby behind this,” she asked her dad.



“Now, that is a question I can answer. Yes, he is. I’m only allowed to say that because you figured that much out. Where do we go from here,” AJ asked her.



“The movie theater, the one downtown,” Amy was really getting excited now. “Bobby planned this.” She sat back in her seat in wonder at his thoughtfulness and marveled at all the trouble he went to just for her.



There was a boom box waiting for Amy at the movie theater, along with a rose and another note. “Please have AJ drive you to where we first met. Dad, we met at a USO dance, so I guess we go to the USO hall.”



When they pulled up at the USO building, there was an open door with a chair sitting next to it. On the chair were a rose and a note. Amy got out and picked up the note. “Please take this rose and come inside.”



Amy entered the building and looked around. She thought she heard music coming from the main hall where the dances were held, so she moved in that direction. Amy began to smile as she entered the hall and recognized the music. It was the song they had first danced to the night they met, and there was Bobby, standing in the middle of the dance floor.



“Will you dance with me,” he asked her as she came near. She giggled and said, “I would love to.”



As they danced, Amy looked up at Bobby. “What is all this for? I’m really curious about all the stuff out in the car, and the roses, and this….”



“I just wanted to make your last weekend in Germany a special one. I don’t want you to forget about me once you get back to school and get around all those college guys again. I want to give you a reason to come back over Christmas break. Other than just to see your family, I mean.”



Amy was floored. “I’ve never had anyone do anything like this for me before. This was a lot of hard work. When did you find time for all this?”



“I made time for you Amy. I’m serious when I tell you I want you to come back at Christmas. I really want to see you beyond just this summer. I know you’ve had your heart broken and you’re not interested in a serious relationship just yet, but you’ve become someone very special to me and I want to keep seeing you. If you’re interested…….” Bobby’s voice trailed off.



“Can I think about it? I mean, I plan on coming back at Christmas, but I don’t know what’s going to happen between now and then. I’ll write and we can call on the phone….I want to keep in touch with you; you’re special to me, too….can we leave it at that for now?”



“For now,” Bobby replied. “We’re still not done with your special day, though. Would you like to know what’s out in the car?”



“Oh, my goodness! The car! My dad’s out there,” Amy exclaimed. She grabbed Bobby’s hand and pulled him out to the parking lot.



The red car was still in the parking lot, where her dad had left it, but AJ was gone.



“Where’s my dad,” Amy wondered.



“Your mom came and picked him up. All part of my plan,” Bobby told her. “I rented the car for us for the day. Do you remember what you told me when you saw one just like this in town a while back?”



Amy just stared at Bobby as he continued. “You told me you would love to ride around Germany in a car just like that one. So, let’s go.” Bobby handed her the keys and opened the driver’s door for her. Amy was still stunned as she slid into the driver’s seat and ran her hands over the leather-covered steering wheel. Bobby moved around to the passenger side and got in. He looked over at her and grinned.



“Sweet, isn’t she? I picked her up yesterday and it was all I could do not to drive over to your house right then.” He reached into the back seat and picked up one of the paper bags and looked inside. After looking through all of them, he placed one in her lap. “Look inside.”



Amy peered into the bag and saw a map. She took it out and saw a route drawn on the map with yellow highlighter. The route led from Heidelberg up into the mountains. “The mountains,” Amy gasped. “I wanted to see the mountains before I left and thought I was going to run out of time. Oh, Bobby, you remembered that, too!”



“I’ve remembered lots of things you’ve told me, Amy,” Bobby said softly.



Amy looked over at Bobby and smiled. “Thank you, Bobby. This is so nice, and so much fun.”



Bobby watched Amy relax as she pulled the car out of the parking lot and headed towards the mountains. His eyes took in her beauty and the joy she was having driving the car. Amy, you’re killing me, he thought to himself. You’re killing me and you don’t even realize it.



Bobby had been planning this day for the last two weeks. He knew Amy’s summer was quickly coming to an end and he wanted her to have one last special memory to take back to college with her. But it was also more than that. For weeks now, Bobby had been determined to get Amy to kiss him. He understood she wasn’t ready to rush into another serious long term relationship. He could respect a broken heart and its need for time to heal. He just couldn’t understand the whole no kissing thing that Amy had going on, and was hoping that something really special would make her so happy with him she’d kiss him in appreciation.



His attraction to Amy had been growing exponentially with every date. They had wonderful conversations; both loved books and had read many of the same and enjoyed discussing and picking them apart together. She enjoyed listening to him share about his day and his work and they laughed together over the crazy things that went on at her job at the PX.



Amy loved dancing as much as Bobby did, so they had had several enjoyable dates at nightclubs. Bobby wasn’t sure how much more dancing with Amy he could tolerate. Holding her close to him, knowing she didn’t want a physical relationship right now, was driving him insane. He was at the breaking point in his resolve to respect her wishes and wasn’t sure how much longer he could restrain himself.



“Amy?” She looked over at him and smiled.



Inwardly, Bobby groaned as he was hit by the full force of her smile.



“Amy, what’s it gonna take for me to be able to kiss you,” he thought to himself, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand and looking down at his lap, not realizing he had just spoken loud enough for Amy to hear him.



“WHAT?????” Amy yelled, pulling over onto the side of the road and slamming on the brakes. “What did you just say?”



“Nothing, I was thinking to myself, not talking out loud,” Bobby responded, his heart still pounding in his chest from her yelling and slamming on the brakes. “Why did you pull o-“



He was unable to finish as he suddenly found Amy’s mouth on his, and her sitting in his lap. He moaned and wove his fingers through her long dark hair, holding her to him. She wrapped her left arm around his neck and curled her fingers through his hair and moaned back. Time seemed to stop. She placed her right hand on his chest, moved it up slowly to his shoulder and down his arm, taking his hand in hers.



He squeezed her hand, released it gently, and placed his left hand on her knee. His hand slowly slid up her thigh, his fingers applying gentle squeezes and slipping up under the hem of her shorts to trace circles on her inner thigh. She inhaled sharply and squirmed on his lap, deepening their kiss even more.



He groaned and melted into the seat. He moved his hand to her hip, and slowly slid it up her side, his thumb coming to rest under her breast. When Amy shifted slightly, raising her right arm to place her hand on the side of his face, he began to trace her nipple with his thumb. She gasped in pleasure and nipped his lower lip, then pulled it into her mouth and suckled it. Bobby thought he was going to die. None of the girls he had been with ever made him feel the way Amy did right now.



He shifted her on his lap, continuing to caress her breast until she was making little yelping sounds in the back of her throat and arching into his hand. Slowly he slid his hand down to the waistband of her shorts. When she made no move to stop him, he undid them and slipped his hand inside, caressing the soft skin of her belly. Amy arched her back and groaned. Bobby began to kiss the side of her neck as his hand continued to work its magic, slowly slipping under the waistband of her panties.



Other men had caressed and nuzzled her before, but Amy didn’t remember any of them ever making her feel this wanton, this wild, this on fire, and she found herself not wanting him to stop. She turned on his lap, giving him full access to her body, her back pressed against his chest, her head on his shoulder. As his hand dipped lower still, she reached out and grabbed the door handle with her right hand, and wrapped her left up and around his head, her fingers searching out his dark curls.



When he found her most intimate place, she cried out in passion and gripped the handle even tighter. Bobby carried her higher and higher; delighting in the feelings he was giving her and pleased by her reaction. He shifted his head and watched the passion building on her face, and when she finally exploded from his caresses, he captured her mouth and kept her there, bringing her heaving body down slowly, holding her as she shook with release, hugging her to him afterwards.



She buried her face in his neck and curled up into his chest, allowing him to stroke her back, listening to his breathing, amazed by her reaction to him.

::lights cigarette:: What? Me? No, I don't smoke, why do you ask? Oh this? I don't know, I just had this urge.

But seriously, FM--great chapter! The scavenger hunt was different and sweet and sexy--oh wait, that kinda describes Bobby, doesn't it?

another great chapter---oh, I think I need to grab a quick shower. A cold shower.

ciaddict -- please use the ashtray....don't want ashes everywhere. Thanks!

TCIF -- there's one of those fancy showers just down the hall.....

Glad ya'll enjoyed it!

I am in agreement. Cold shower and a cigarette, although I quit a month or so ago, I still need one. Great chapter. I loved the scavenger hunt, very original and the end was OMG, very hot and sexy. Whew. ::wipes forehead::

I loved the scavenger hunt, and the end... I really need a cool drink right now. Good job.

This way, guys! Yeah, right in here. Those extra shower stalls are going in down the hall. Put the cold drinks over here behind the bar. You can line up the cigarettes and ashtrays over there along that wall. Oh yes, the extra pillows--that's right, just spread them out on the floor there. ::stands back and looks at all the new arrivals:: Yes, that should do it. I think we are ready to hear about the rest of Amy and Bobby's "special day".

OK, Flashymom! Ready when you are!

::flashymom walks in and looks around, stunned::

WOW!!!!! Thanks, ciaddict! This looks great! I'm so sorry I'm causing everyone to smoke -- bad flashymom! Bad girl! Bad!