Sugar420

the women were mostly standing around the picnic table, all with perfectly feathered hair, more than a few of them bleach blonde with dark curving eyebrows. Most of them were in cutoffs with bare bellies, more than a few with beer bellies too
the little kids were running wildly around shrieking at headsplitting frequencies and bumping into everyones legs
all the men were standing around the bar-b-q drinking beer and offering charcoal briquette advice to whoever was wearing the "kiss the cook"apron, and the older guys in dockers and golf shirts were on the periphery smoking the stinkiest cigars imaginable while discussing the sports news and farting.
13 year old justin was playing every Metallica song he knew as many times as necessary on his electric guitar thru his protable practice amp plugged into the shed. the rest of the older kids had already wandered down the garden path.
there was nothing for it but to dump the fiesta platter onto the table in front of aunt beth and slip away down that path too, around and behind the cherry trees.

and suddenly he was there, and she was in his arms, and their mouths were hungry for eachother. each of their hearts were galloping like wild horses, and her heaving breasts pressed tightly against his hard muscled chest. As he broke the embrace she opened her eyes and he gazed deeply into them. "oh veda," he sighed,"you are the most beautiful succulent and delicious fruit in this whole jello-salad of a world."
she looked into his brown eyes sparkling with flecks of gold. "oh lance," she whispered, exactly as his name had passed her lips when she was alone in bed staring at the ceiling through the wee hours of the night. "we shouldnt be here like this." then she clung to him, and his blue chambray workshirt was rough against her cheek

SmokeSomeDoja

just when things get juicy you stop!

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Kompressor

Does Jello Salad have fruit?

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Sugar420

sorry doja, thats as far as i could get b4 i started swooning

kompressor, jello salad with fruit is a classic dish around the trailer parks in my area, but maybe its a regional thing

Kompressor

Jello has a way of making people swoon...

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CreativeParadis

Love the Jello Salad line.

Classic.

Keep going.

Please?

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Divine Deppism: "I pretty much try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face."

Loony Lyrics: "I used to be the bright one/ Top in my class/ Funny what they give you when you/ Just learn how to ask." (The Perfect Fit, by THE DRESDEN DOLLS)

SweetSativa

Nice imagination.

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Flowerchild

Nice When do we hear the rest of the story?

Sugar420

thanx!
actually it was the blue chambray workshirt that did it for me

...his voice rumbled in his chest when he spoke."your father will likely kill me when he finds out, but i dont care,"he said, "your kiss is more than worth it."
"oh no,"she prayed into the hollow of his throat, "Dear Jesus, please dont let daddy ever find out!"
"he'll find out sooner or later anyway," he breathed into her hair,"theres nothing we can do abou it." his back stiffened and he pulled away." unless you want to stop this right now."
without a word, she took his hand and led him up the hill and out of the garden, over the old fallen rock wall and deep into the shady pines.

that evening as she was finishing up the dishes she noticed how the curved side of the sponge fit perfectly against the curved side of the dishwashing liquid bottle, and she stood there for a long time drying her hands in her apron, looking at the sponge and bottle nestling and cuddling together, thinking of lance and the unfairness of it all. 'why does daddy hate him so?' she wondered for the millionth time. he was so strong and handsome and kind and good-natured! he was well liked and had many friends among the men at the (pick one: steel mill, coal mine, meat packing plant, waste treatment facility).

well at this point i dont kno if i really have to type the rest of the story out, the whole thing is so self xplanitory this crap pretty much writes itself, whether its set in the civil war or the present day or whenever. everybody can just fill in their own details for themselves, as long as it ends with daddy either having a change of heart or gets revealed as a monster and horribly killed, and lance & veda are together.

CreativeParadis

Always go with the dark endings. They are more realistic.

Usually.

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Creating Paradise... one illusion at a time.

Divine Deppism: "I pretty much try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face."

Loony Lyrics: "I used to be the bright one/ Top in my class/ Funny what they give you when you/ Just learn how to ask." (The Perfect Fit, by THE DRESDEN DOLLS)