Goren belongs to DW.

And no...she is not Eames!


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“Sixty-five degrees, it has to be at least sixty-five degrees before I’d consider it,” she said spreading strawberry jam on her toast.

Goren sipped his coffee and stabbed at the sausage patty on his plate. “Hot-tub?” he asked.

“No way…other than my own. One shared by others, I don’t think there’d be enough chlorine to go around,” she replied.

He smiled and said, “Next?”

“That’s too easy, on the floor in front of a fireplace.”

Concentrating on their food, they didn’t speak for several minutes. After the waitress poured him another cup of coffee, he said, “A boat.”

She drank the last of her juice and replied, “Depends on the size. No canoe, row or bass boat.”

He doused his pancakes with melted butter and syrup, than asked, “Cabin?”

She took another bite of eggs and replied, “Oh yeah…with plenty of firewood…and indoor plumbing, of course.”

“A secluded cabin surrounded by plenty of trees in October,” he added.

She continued, “I want big piles of leaves that we can roll around in, get dirty so we can rush back to the cabin to share a shower before the hot water runs out. But if not a cabin, definitely a small house on the beach.”

He cringed internally, put money on the table and said, “That should cover it, let’s go.”

They had stopped at a truck stop on their way out of town when he suddenly asked, “Would you have sex outdoors?”

If he is asking, Yes, and been there done that, oops TMI. Very NICE

Cute! Is he talking to you? wink, wink, nudge, nudge...

Wasn't he talking to you?

Stop guessing ladies, he was talking to ME!

Thanks, Peyton - that was fun read while eating my lunch.

Very nice. The last line was great. He was talking to whomever the reader was. In this case, ME. That's what I got out of it anyway.

Thought you'd get my...intent. Thank you!

That was fun!



He can talk to me anytime he wants!

I wish he would talk to me. Drat.

But cifan70, he can speak to you!

I know he can, but he's not right now. I need him to speak to me on a story I am co writing, kinda. That's what I meant.

Well, get inside his head and write, damn it! .

I'm trying. His, along with Alex's and others. Just not working. They aren't speaking.

::flashymom looks up from her laptop:: They're kinda busy talking to me right now, sorry. ::returns to typing on her laptop::