In a message dated 8/14/02 4:26:00 PM, kinnisonmn@vf103.navy.mil writes:
Whew! And moving right along...
Like runnaway train!
[Sound of train whistle]
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Amy Lynn rose with the sun and went to bed at around ten at night. It was,
she had concluded some time ago, the most efficient use of her time. She
did not waste time laying in bed, but rather immediately gathered her things
and marched down the hall to the tub, which she filled with water heated to
a comfortably warm sixty-five degrees.
O_o 65? Oh yeah she's a cold acclimated person.
[Wisconsion Accent] Oh you betcha [/Wisconson Accent]
Ten minutes later, she was out and towel drying her hair. Not bothering
with a robe, she walked back to her room and donned underclothes,
Kicks himself for NOT having his vidio camera with him.
Hee hee hee
Amy Lynn's hair was bobbed. It covered her head, didn't get in her eyes,
and quite frankly, that's all one should expect from hair.
Functional. I see Amy thinking this way.
It seemed a logical reason as to why her hair is short when the others have
long hair.
Pulling off her shirt, she turned sideways and examined herself in the
mirror. She was in reasonably good shape, walking everywhere, especially
through snow in the winter time back in Saint Paul had seen to that, but
she lacked the curved, yet firm tightness of Bunny. Again, she felt the
irrational surge of jealously.
Kicks himself again.
Are you sure she isn't having dirty thoughts about Bunny??
Very.
But then again, her rational mind pointed out. Bunny was raised on a farm
and as such, her figure came from simple combination of genetics and a
lifetime
of hard work that no reasonable exercise program could duplicate. She would
never have a figure like that and there was little point in worrying about
it.
Images of Bunny rolling around in a hay loft suddenly filled her mind.
...
Bunny wore work boots and what appeared to the same work shirt she had on
yesterday.
This needs to stay. I Knew people back home like this.
I think everyone knows or has known at least one person like that.
"Hey," Bunny said with a grin. "Moll and I were gonna go down to the creek
and do some fishing, and we thought you might like to come along."
"Wanna come" sounds a little better here.
Agreed.
"Mom likes to buy furniture that can be assembled and disassembled at will,"
Amy Lynn replied.
Are you SURE that Mrs. Anderson is innocent? Exactly how many jobs have
"convienently" came up for her?
Quite sure.
While neither Amy Lynn or her mother were mechanically inept, Bunny's
affinity with tools was astounding.
As is any good Redneck worth their weight in Skoal.
In the space of three hours, the blond
had already put together both couches and the large computer desk. Even
now, she was humming to herself as she screwed together the bookcase.
Damn, She's got the speed and precision of a NASCAR pit crew.
It's a talent...
"My dad," Amy Lynn replied, taking the frame from Molly. "He and mom split
up when I was five because he was gay.
So he was after the OTHER kind of sailors eh?
"I've seen him only three times in the last ten years and the last time
was almost six years ago."
Oh now that's just mean! Seriously though Why do I hve a feeling that
this is a sub plot we're going to see again?
Because it is.
Needs a couple of bumper stickers in the window. Something NASCAR, NRA
or B.A.S.S. those are typical ones.
Bunny grinned cheerfully. "Nope." She worked the shift and zoomed backwards.
"No seatbelts, either,"
Neither sounds more redneck
Yep, I know a lot of folks who drive like this. But how do you come
to a screeching hault on a grassy hill?
With very, very, good brakes
Amy Lynn let out a whimper.
ooooohh
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"Feeling better?" Molly asked as she took the canteen from Amy Lynn."
WooHoo, A little hooch'll calm yer nerves.
Ah, booze. Is there anything it can't do?
"Hey, guys!" Bunny called. "I found some worms, we got bait!"
If Bunny's a real redneck, she'd already have a can of worms and a tackle
box chock full of the latest gear.
She won't have worms, not if she wants them as fresh as can be.
She even got to meet Rayelene Hino, daughter of the county judge, who lived
with her >grandfather, who was the preacher at the local church. He was a
tiny man, scarcely >over five feet tall, but he had a boisterous laugh, and
you couldn't help but
like him.
Oh that's just too rich. I love it!
Thankies.
Current odds, according to Andrew, the tall blond boy she had seen sweeping
the store's walk were three to one that Raylene and Bunny would come to
blows by Christmas and five to one that Bunny would use her knife.
Put me down for $20
Sure
There were also rumors of a blond haired woman who roamed the woods near
the lake whenever the moon was in the night sky accompanied by a black-haired
wolf, searching for something.
???
You'll see.
If Lita has a can of skoal I'm comming to get you!
Nope. Just Copenhagen. =)
No? Good. Open your math book and turn to page
fifty-one."
Amy's just Got to be hating this.
"Class I want you to meet Michael White. He's-" she broke off as Amy Lynn
gasped.
"Dad?"
I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mwah ha ha ha ha
One or two of the workers made Amy Lynn nervous in the way they moved, like
they >were shells wrapped around something.
Ahh, th plot thickens.
Indeed it does.
She stared out at the field. "Why does Mom hate you so much?"
BEcause I stole her lover away from her sweety.
Homosexuality is a strange word to these people. Some have probably never
even heard of it."
But God help me I'm slowly winning them over. You'll see.
The Gay and lesbian support group and bleeding to death. This sounds
like two clubs. You need to reword it.
Done.
"This is Jeddadiah Cite," Michael said. "Jed, this my Daughter, Amy Lynn."
Good name game. I like Jed.
Thanks.
"I'll drive you home tonight, and talk to your mother. Maybe we can work
something >out."
Yeah that's a good idea. Just like Waco
And Little Big Horn.
"Shut up, Jeddite," Malachite snarled.
O_o
Mwah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha *GASP* ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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