Fab add, Ticky!
Off-topic, but Soda, your current av is GORGEOUS.
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Fab add, Ticky!
Off-topic, but Soda, your current av is GORGEOUS.
I dont think you'll have too much to worry about Soda, Stevie may have great legs, but she's a nut case LOL James is much too down to earth for Stevie.
Stevie will be making a come back tho.. I like her character...
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Originally Posted by ticky
The sun was up the next morning, but just barely. It had been a long and eventful night. Cathy was headed for the barn. The cows were already lowing by the meadow door. Cathy wasn't late, but the cows were sore and impatient. She had her milking clothes on and was headed for the hip waders she kept in the barn. She yawned and stretched as her pace slowed walking towards the barn. She just didn't have the desire to be here today.
"Cathy!" She heard her name shouted and turned around.
There he was, his long lean form in an open flannel shirt, tight fitting white T-shirt and jeans that fit just OH so well, his blond hair flopping about his head as he ran towards her. His smile made his eyes light up and his dimples show. A grin spread across Cathy's face that there was no way of getting rid of. She was hooked. He was beautiful. She walked backwards towards the barn, slowly watching him run to catch up. She could have watched him move like that forever. Soon she found her back against the barn door. He walked up to her. He stood very close.
"I just wanted to thank you for last night. I had a great time." Cathy blushed. She'd had a great time too, but not till they'd left the cafe. Fiddler had taken her home and they'd spent probably more time then was appropriate saying goodnight at her front porch. He'd kissed her goodnight. She'd kissed him back. This had gone on for quite a while. She HAD had a very good time.
"I had a great time too Fiddler. Thanks." She smiled. She couldnt look him in the eye. She'd have attacked him right here in the barn yard. Fiddler leaned a hand over her shoulder against the barn door leaning very close to her and talking very quietly.
"I'd like to spend more time with you Cathy. Do you think we might see each other again soon?"
Finally she looked up into his green eyes. Her face softened and her eyes warmed.
"I'd love to Fiddler," He leaned in close and kissed her softly. His big hands curled around the back of her neck and his kiss deepened. Her hands rested on his chest, then grabbed handfuls of his T-shirt and pulled him into her.
They hadn't heard the truck pull up or the door slam or the foot steps coming closer. But they did hear "Hi Cathy! Fiddler! How's it goin'?"
Both started and broke apart with a jump. Lou was standing there with a huge grin on her face. She was a cute girl, young but not so young as to not know what was what. She'd been keeping her fingers crossed for Fiddler and Cathy and this was like Christmas morning.
"So, what did you guys do last night?" She still had that huge grin plastered on her perky little face.
Cathy colored deeply and Fiddler scowled. "I , uh, I need to go get those cow milked! Or you wont have anything to make that delicious cheese with!" Cathy smiled big at Lou and turned towards the barn. She stopped and reached up to touch Fiddler's face.
"I'll see you tonight?"
Fiddler grinned. "Sure, 8:00?"
Cathy grinned back "kay.. see you then." She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He was irresistible.
Fiddler watched her go, his eyes glued to her, his smile undisturbable, till she was gone. He turned to look at Lou and scowled. "If you weren't my little sister, I'd pop you in the jaw!" He wrapped an arm around her neck and held her in a head lock as he walked to the ranch house.
"OW OW OW HEY!" finally Fiddler let go and Lou rubbed her neck.
"I am 22 years old Mister and way to old for that." She kicked him playfully in the shins. "So when did THAT happen?" She nodded her head back towards the barn. Fiddler grinned wide again at the though of the beautiful Cathy and the kisses they'd shared in the last 24 hours.
"That's none of your business little girl." Fiddler shook a long finger at her.
"Fine, Ill ask Cathy. She'll tell me everything." Lou was nonchalant. Shrugged her shoulders and headed for the barn.
"Don't you dare!" And he began to run after her. Lou took off running. She could easily outrun him, she always had. Fiddler slowed and stopped and she zipped down to the barn. He knew it was useless. She was right. She and Cathy had always been close and Cathy would tell her everything. He laughed and shook his head. Why fight it. He headed back to the ranch house. He had important ranch business to discuss with James.
:yay::inlove::blush: Finally! And Lou, I'm glad it turned out that you're Fiddler's sister. I've seen your picture...you're beautiful...you could have stolen him away from me! But I have a feeling the nearby toxic waste dump is going to produce yet another Don lookalike...
As Lou entered the barn, Cathy shouted "Shut the doors will ya? I'm lettin the girls in!" Lou quickly shut and barred the big doors then hopped up on the nearest stall gate and perched like a rooster. Cathy, seeing Lou was out of harms way opened the field doors and the cattle were waiting like rich ladies for a Bergdorf Goodman shoe sale. Lou smiled at the thought. She'd love to try on a pair of those Menolo's. Of course she didn't have anywhere to wear them or anyone to wear them for. They wouldn't be practical for the cheese making room. Well, maybe someday. She leaned her head on her hand as she watched Cathy direct the cows into the stalls, 3 or 4 per stall with plenty of hay and a little oats. They were well contented cows and they gave good fresh milk rich in fats. That's why Lou loved the milk from this ranch. It made the richest, creamiest cheese. Lou's cheeses were the best. She had won awards locally for her Brie's and Blue's. She was always experimenting with something new. Once all the girls were in their stalls and munching on hay and oats, they quieted a little. They were a noisy bunch! Cathy always took the noisiest one first. She may miss out on some of the hay and oats, but she'd be the first to relieve her aching utters. Cathy was amazing with the cows. She had them tied and ready to milk within a minute. She would talk to them and they seemed to understand her. She'd always been uncanny with animals. She just always seemed to know what they were saying to her, like they talked to her and she'd talk back. Cathy got more milk and better quality from the cows then any other farm or ranch within a hundred mile radius and she claimed it was because she told them what to eat. As long as they were happy and healthy, they gave superior milk.
"The girls have been munching on a large patch of clover they found on the low end of the field down by the creek. This milk should be terrific!" Cathy's enthusiasm for her "girls" milk boiled over to Lou. This batch was ear marked for new variety of a creamy Swiss similar to neufatchel that Lou 'd been dying to try.
"Great! If it comes out good, I'll send over a wheel of the cheese!"
Cathy smiled. She'd share it with Fiddler. That and maybe a bottle of Merlot, a cozy fire and large sheep skin rug, perfect.
Lou had been watching Cathy's face carefully. She saw the flush and the accompanying grin.
"So, what exactly is going on between you and my big brother that would cause him to nearly break my neck a few minutes ago?" Lou was loving every second of the torture she was putting these two through. Fiddler had been in love with Cathy for years. She was a good 7 years his junior and his baby sister's best friend, but even back in high school you could see his admiration for the young Cathy. Of course back then it was just creepy in Lou's opinion. She was thrilled for both of them now, but she had to torture them both just a little. It was kind of her job as the little sister/best friend.
Cathy blushed. "We, uh, are dating.."
Lou's eye brows rose. "Dating? really? because I remember back in high school we called that something else."
Cathy, without missing a beat squirted Lou with fresh warm milk straight from the cow. Lou caught it right in the face. She didn't even blink, except to get it out of her eyes. she licked her lips.
"Mm.. that is good, nice and sweet."
Cathy kept milking, but giggled.
"It's in your hair."
Lou wiped away the residue with her denim shirt sleeve.
"That's okay, it's good for your hair. Makes it shiny!"
"yeah and in a few hours under that hot sun you're going to smell like rotten milk! That'll be attractive."
Lou grinned. "I'm not too worried. I'm around cheese al day! How good can I smell?" Both the ladies laughed.
Cathy had been milking, switching out cows and releasing the finished cows to the pasture, whispering in their ears as she went.
"What are you telling them anyway?" Lou watched Cathy whisper in a large heifer's brown soft ear.
"I tell them they're loved and where to find more clover. That's all they really need to hear."
Lou rolled her eyes. "you're weird." She hopped down and wandered to the door.
"Yeah, well maybe, but so are you." Cathy grinned at her friend.
"OH hey, I wanted to ask you. I was thinking about trying my hand at making goat cheese. Any idea where I might find a supplier?"
"Um, I might. There's a new guy who just bought a farm down the road a ways. I think he's got goats. I'll ask Fiddler." At the mention of his name, Cathy grinned and blushed.
Lou watched her friend's peaches and cream complexion go to apple red and the silly grin that covered her whole face making her dimple up all over.
she shook her head. "Sheesh, you got it bad." She grinned back at her friend and left the barn, being sure to close the door behind her.
Oh yeah! I make the best cheese in the land! :nod: Love it, ticky.
But Cathy... Now I can think up a million annoying ways of interrupting your romantic encounters. Muah hah hah.
I am bored so I started reading Ticky's story again. I'm trying to be quiet because the kids are sleeping but I keep cracking up--Just got as far as page 9 and it had me crying because I was laughing so hard about Don's "lion eyes" and his being "riffed" by Stewart. Just too funny. I still think this silly thing needs to somehow be published. I read a lot of trashy romance novels and this is just as good as most of them with a lot of humor thrown in also!
Keep up the good work Rhonda!
Here ya go Willie, some fresh stuff *G*
The reception area in the Last Resort was empty and Shirley didn't see anyone coming in. She walked to the door and peeked around the corner. No one. It was dark and the strange man, Thomas, had come in for the night a few minutes ago. She ached to see what he was doing. The coast outside was clear and he was the only person in the hotel besides her. She turned around and looked back at the desk. She looked around the reception area nonchalantly, she ran a finger over the back of the big, red, velvet chair on the old Persian rug, she walked to the small table next to the chair and straightened the magazines there, She stood straight and stretched and casually glanced up at the mirror. Nothing but her own casual image glancing back. She cocked her mouth and wrinkled her brow. She looked around her again and slowly sat in the big red chair. She was stiff as a board. Something about being there, in that chair just didn't feel right. She slowly sat back and slowly looked up. She saw herself looking like a frightened little girl staring back. She giggled to herself and relaxed a little. What a silly idea it had all been. This was just a chair, that was just a mirror and he was just a man. A sexy man. A man she could see herself with. A dangerous man, and there he was, in the mirror, but in his room. She sat up and stared. It WAS him! She could see him! He was getting undressed again. This time she would not look away. He was perfect. He removed his watch and placed it on the dresser. He took the band out of his pony tale and shook his long hair free. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the cuffs over his hands then the sleeves off his shoulders and finally he tossed the shirt onto the bed. His chest was bare and his pants rode low on his narrow hips. His skin was bronze and his body rippled when he moved with tensed muscles. She was absolutely mesmerized and could not look away. He looked up into the mirror that hung over his dresser. She watched him. He paused and watched the mirror and once again Shirley saw his face. The same face that was peering into the mirror in the other room was now peering out of the mirrors that hung over Shirley's head and was staring down at her. She watched intently as he moved to stand directly before the mirror and stared back at her. A smirk crossed his face and he leaned both hands on the dresser top. He moved his face very close to the mirror and smiled directly at her. He moved his finger up to the mirror and traced what must have been the outline of her body in the mirror. She could nearly feel his touch and she gasped. The he mouthed something. She couldn't hear him, but there was no mistaking what he was saying to her. "I want you" His fingers trailed down the length of her body in the mirror. She smiled. This couldn't be real, there was just no way. With that thought, she couldn't resist teasing him. She tossed her head and arched her back causing her T-shirt to ride up, exposing her tight, firm tummy. She curled her legs up beneath her and looked directly into the mirrored ceiling and licked her lips. His eyes had narrowed, his nostrils flared, and his lips parted. He was ready for her. He wanted her. She wanted him too, but since there was no way any of this could be real she just grinned at the mirrors, blew him a kiss and stood up. She walked to the desk grinning at herself and how cool and clever she'd been. His door flew open and he came flying out. With one smooth fast movement he grabbed her swung her against the wall and pinned her with his body. His bare chest pressed her into the wall and he moved his lips brushed hers as her spoke. A smile teased at his lips as he spoke.
"Dont tease little girl, unless you're ready to play the game." while his body was holding tight to the wall, his hands were gentle on her wrists and his lips were warm and soft. He smelled spicy and sweet and the muscles in his chest moved against her as he spoke. She didn't struggle to get away. She didn't want to get away. She looked him directly in the eyes and moved her head so her own lips brushed his.
"I dont play games." There was no hint of humor in her voice.
He kissed her softly at first then deepening. When she thought he would devour her, he pulled away and smiled broadly at her.
"Another time."
He bent his head and brushed his lips along her neck and pulled away. He let go of her wrists and backed away, the smile never fading. The cell phone in his pants pocket played the theme from "A Summers Place" and he picked it up, looked at it and turned back to his room as he said "Yes Papa," into the phone. He walked into his room and shut the door.
Shirley Wanted to collapse but she didn't dare go anywhere near that big red chair. She felt her way back to the desk and perched on the stool behind it. She rested her head on her forearms on the desk.
"Im gonna KILL Glenn."
Where can I get one of these mirrors?