Your bowl is empty
Leash on its hook -- abandoned
My heart is broken

"Blossom"
1/16/1996 - 2/3/2009

Wait for me at Rainbow Bridge
 

I keep reading a lot of comments comparing Anna Torv, the blonde from Fringe and Marley Shelton, the blonde from Eleventh Hour.  Shockingly, to me at least, Marley Shelton seems to be winning the race for the most believable blonde and badass FBI agent.

Huh?  Do these people know that Marley Shelton played the pregnant cheerleader in Sugar and Spice ( Read more... )

Damn, I really suck at this!  I don't know why I don't post more often.  Well, except for the fact that I was without internet access at home for about three months.  But now I'm back and I visit the pages of my LJ friends several times a week.  You'd think it would be easier to pop in and say hello.

Hello!

Anyway...allow me to take a few moments to ( Read more... )

It's been six months since I posted.  I've settled in at my new job -- which doesn't seem so new anymore.  I'm still tutoring at night, but I've recently requested to cut back my hours in that job ( Read more... )

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The Hardest Wager: Epilogue

Donna watched Josh worriedly from the corner of her eye.  Like hospitals, churches tended to be a font of bad memories for him.  Places filled with bereavement and heartrending whirlpools of loss; spaces where words echoed like gunshots.  The last time he’d been here, in the ( Read more... )

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The Hardest Wager  18/18

PG Version.

She awoke later groggy and dazed; the bedside clock revealing that she’d only dozed for a quarter of an hour.  It was usually Josh that succumbed to sleep straight after sex, but she chalked her exhaustion up to a weekend of hard labor and even harder reflection.

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The Hardest Wager  18/18

NC-17 Version.

Clothing disappeared in a flash and without much further ado Josh was cradled between her thighs, his chest flush with hers.  His hands gripped her shoulders as their tongues languidly tangled and dueled with one another.

He bit gently on her lower lip before ( Read more... )

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The Hardest Wager  17/18

This was not going as planned.  He realized that the moment he’d stopped them outside the door.  Already his mind was replaying the event and seeing all the ways he could have done better.  Not that it was a total loss.  Yet.

“It may seem like I’ve gone over the deep end.”  He held ( Read more... )

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The Hardest Wager  16/18

Three trips to Wal-Mart and two days later, the Santos’ attic succumbed to the superior organizing abilities of one Donnatella Moss.  Many had challenged her, but few had survived.  And she’d yet to meet a mess she couldn’t wrestle into submission.  The mission had been overwhelming, but ( Read more... )

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The Hardest Wager  15/18

In his past, Josh Lyman had endured a host of eventful dinners, but nothing like a meal with the Santos family.  He’d suffered through interminable dates with vapid women.  He’d brunched with the Jewish mothers of Boca Raton who took gleeful pleasure in interrogating him on his personal ( Read more... )