Sunday, March 19, 2006
He drove so fast. It was as if they'd just robbed a bank and were in the process of a high-speed get-away. But that wasn't the case. She looked over at him. He noticed from the corner of his eye and turned to look at her. Their eyes met and they both smiled. He began to laugh and she followed.
"Jacob. I think I'm ready."
"For what babe?"
"You know, for.. stuff." Her tone alluded to concern.
"Want me to pull over or slow down?"
"Well slow down maybe, but keep going. We're not there yet!"
"Right, right. What's on your mind?"
"Nothing special." She paused, still looking at the side of his face. "I love you."
"I love you too babe. Come on, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong silly, hehe."
"Alright, well you got something on your mind so spit it out!" He said, in a happy, rising voice.
"Okay well I want to move in together. You know, get a place? You've got a job and well, I can get a job too. So why not?"
"Not a bad idea babe. I mean, it'll take some adjusting and whatnot but I'm up for it. Sure! Why not, let's get a place together."
She sank in her seat a little. "Well I wasn't thinking anywhere local.."
"Oh. Well.. where then?"
"Somewhere else. A new place! Somewhere I could still see my mom ocassionaly, and avoid my dad."
"That's fair. I understand. I see." He was quick to respond, not really focusing on her words as he was reading passing road signs, none of which he really paid attention to either.
"Are you sure J?"
"Yea. Sure, whatever you want. I want you to be happy. I ain't got no one to worry about me, 'cept maybe Brad, but I'm sure he'd visit where ever we went!" He chuckled a bit. The thought was appealing to him. Besides, it'd give him a real reason to quit his crappy job. "Just think about where and lemme know babe."
She stared at the dashboard for a couple of minutes. She never thought he'd go for anything like that. He was a stay-at-home kinda guy and as much as she didn't want to pull him away from anything familiar, she knew what she wanted and wanted it bad.
"OK. I'll think about it for a couple of days or something. I'm so surprised Jacob.."
"Eh, no reason. I love you!" And with that she reached over and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled at her and pulled off onto the exit ramp.
"Well here we are."
She nodded at him with a wide smile.
She was so horny.
They drove a ways and pulled into a motel parking lot. Tomorrow they would see the fish at the aquarium and visit her grandmother who she hadn't seen in forever. The whole time they were silent she thought about the fight at the club, and how much she hated her father. She thought about what she wanted, and how she would get it, never having a real answer for herself.
He thought about other things. Briefly, he thought about how he'd move all his stuff out of his room. It was a real mess to find anything but he looked at it with a bit of hope, thinking maybe he'd find some stuff he'd been looking for for awhile. He thought about her hot cunt smothered in his lips too. He thought about how thirsty he was and he thought about how much he really like fish.
He paid for a room and grabbed the keys while Mia took the stuff from the trunk. He loved how much of a worker she was, never complaning about girly stuff or believing in chivalry. It scared him a bit but she was so hot for him, and he knew it, that he didn't care if he didn't have to carry all the bags all the time.
As she unloaded the trunk she yelled across the parking lot, "Which room?!" and upon receiving her answer, "137!", she spotted it on the second floor and quickly took her and Jacob's suitcases up the stairs as he slowly caught up to her. It was a nice little place on the water. It wasn't quite a shore by Virginia standards, but she picked it out herself so they could watch the sunrise in the morning. She even had him pick a room that faced the ocean for that very purpose.
"Our first real vacation together."
He stood in the doorway with his hands on his waist exclaiming, "Yeah this is great!" and he ran and gave her a big hug thereafter, lifting her up and kissing her lips softly, then spinning her around and placing her gently on the bed.
She stared deeply into his eyes and spoke softly, just enough so she could hear him.
To which he replied, "Yes ma'am."
~Seven Times Once, Chapter 9
Grey (11:37 PM)
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Sorry for lack of updates. I had exams the past two weeks and any of my free time has been spent gaming. I have the next STO ready more-or-less, just waiting for the right time to post it I guess. Actually I've been toying with the perspective for a couple of hours over the past week or so. I want to get it right because it's such a confusing story to follow as it is already.
I've been doing a lot of thinking in my free time as well. Mostly I've been concentrating on non-violence and the philosophies behind it and also, well, ways to implement it in my life as well as a leader in my gaming group. It is something to simple on paper but probably the most difficult thing to get people to agree on. Truly I feel that people are warmongering asshats that desire a certain amount of conflict, as well as a certain amount of peace, but they get off on creating and experiencing the conflict far more than simply being at peace with one another. It is as the orcish barbarian that lusts for the thrill of battle (only less bloody in human terms).
Several pieces of literature come to mind, none which I will mention here, when I consider these things. Often I wish there was less conflict in the world and in my linkshell, but I know to some extent it adds flavour to the life of the gamer. Some people I know consciously avoid joining higher level end-game shells simply because of the drama and chaos associated with them. But I hate discussing that game and so I wish to switch gears a bit now.
I want to be able to entertain. The way I have carried myself as of late, I feel like I am losing some of my motivation in life. Soon I'll finish school and move onto another part of my life wherein I will face new challenges not unheard of due to the nature of parents and "the real world" stories people launch at me, the unwilling victim of their constant oral assault about the difficulties that lie ahead and yadda yadda yadda.
Actually I am interested in this one girl now, thought she is a bit older than me. She seems nice and I'm thinking about asking her out for coffee, or a fuck, or something. I know I'll come up with the answers I need sooner or later, but for now I am content in knowing that I still have confidence left in me. I am about all grown-up now and there's no more "When I grow up I wanna be.." things anymore. I realized while growing up that the bullshit they feed you as a child is just that. You can't really be what you want to be, or desire to be, you actually have to work for some things in this world, and rarely will you get so lucky as to be considered so important that you are honored with a free degree or something. No one is going to hand you a purple heart and certainly no one is going to make you the President (although as it seems, anyone can "run" the country these day, so long as you have a great deal of money and are a talented bullshit artist. Oh, and appealing to hicks helps too since there's more of them than actual civilized people in the Divided States).
I digress. This was really just a check-in post. So no, I'm not dead, as some of you may have wished in the past, and no, I'm not going to be moving the blog to the next phase of development yet. STO will probably finish(start) in BeHuman Volume 2 though, as I don't see the ending(beginning) having much relevance to the topic of learning how to be human due to the characters being so raw in nature.
STO post coming soon. Hang in there, since I know that's what most of you still come here for..
Grey (12:04 AM)