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Happy St. Patrick's Day, Hol!
Gerry watched as his wife's jaw fell, leaving her fishmouthing in awe. I look pretty good he thought to himself as he adjusted the green suit he has purchased for the occasion. He looked down at his 'sexy' attire. Flicking the CD player remote off the mantle piece, he catched it eloquently in one hand and continued to switch through the songs on ( Read more... ) -
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*running a bath. Wipes his eyes* -
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Where was she when he needed her? He thought, dragging a pillow over his head. He didn’t even notice the dampness of the material from the swear dripping from under his hairline. It didn’t get much worse than this.
“HOLLY!!” Gerry shouted, his voice cracking from pain. He writhed on the bed, waiting for his wife to enter the bedroom.
“What? ( Read more... ) -
Voicemail - PS_guesswhat response. Smooth Talkin'
Hi, y'reached Gerry, but as y'can tell, I'm kinda.. away.. doing... other things... so, if it's important; leave me a message. If it's not, then damn ya all and try me again later!
Is it off..? Oh, crap-
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Happy Early Valentines Day!
“Bloody phones......” Gerry mumbled, throwing himself onto the bed like a petulant child, huffing to himself. His dishevelled appearance for the most part was not his fault, it was hers. That woman had done it again. He watched as his wife ran around the room like an escaped mental patient, throwing random pieces of paper, blankets, and books into ( Read more... ) -
Persuation
“Holly...”
“Mm..?” She mumbled, her face still squashed against the pillow. It was all he could do not to just reach down and poke her. Best not though.
“Holly, baby, y’gotta get up.. Little thing called work, y’know?”
“I’m not going.”
“Right,” Gerry said in a playfully threatening tone. “You are going. D’ya wanna know why, darlin’?” He ( Read more... )