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[turps]

We ordered a new bed today as the one we have isn't comfortable at all anymore. We ordered online from a catalogue, however had forgotten the URL of the site so Googled it like always. James pointed at a tab that was already open to Google and said to click on it, so I did, and found it was where I'd been looking up auto-erotic asphyxiation after seeing that new BSB picture where Howie appears to be choking himself with his tie. James looked at me then back to the list of results and didn't say a thing. Then coughed, muttered something about not knowing what to say. Went silent again, laughed then said. 'You're weird and a pervert' Which hello. He's known me for 13 years, surely he should have known that by now? *g*

But yeah, I love the new picture. There's so much goodness in it, not least Howie showing his mad auto-erotic asphyxiation skills.

I want to thank everyone again for their comments yesterday. You're all amazingly supportive and I appreciate it a great deal, especially as my happiness was sort of blunted when mam phoned to ask how it had gone and replied 'only eight pounds? I expected you to have lost at least a stone' before going on to talk about her problems. Which yeah, is the usual thing she does. However, you all more than made up for that, so thank you.

Comments

[digital-diva.livejournal.com]

Oh mother, you'll never learn, will you. [kicks her]

May as well kick everyone today.

:D

As JM would say : NYEH. I think it's that. She always sends me pictures of JC sticking out his tongue. We loves her, we does

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

we DO?! It's a good thing you reminded us of that...

*giggles and runs away*

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

New beds rule, except for the breaking in part. Well, sometimes, though now James may be scared about that. ;-) But also? Glad to see I am not the only one whose mind went there upon seeing that pic of Howie. BWAH!

[claire.livejournal.com]

Eight pounds is awesome! Perhaps Howie was showing you his autoerotic asphyxiation skills to encourage you. Imagine what he might do to Nick if you lost another eight pounds ;)

[tallories.livejournal.com]

A stone?

[ihearthings-ii.livejournal.com]

ahahahaha. James is so cool.

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

JC wakes up the next morning and doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know what time it is nor how long he was sleeping.

He knows for one thing, however, that this is not the holding cell he was in last night. His phone rings, and things come back into focus, as if he'd been drugged and it's now wearing out.

Meet me on the beach in twenty minutes. Wear clothes to jog AJ's scruff voice says, and JC thinks that it has to be arly morning, because he's been out on these excursions before. He presses the tip of his tongue to his pallet and feels metal. Panic sets in.

He's got a tongue ring. The mirror reveals that he also has not only a chin ring but a prince albert, too. All of the bells have little red and silver flags on them, the federation colors.

What happened to me?JC asks as he starts moving along the sand with AJ.

It's simple. You got caught snooping, and now you've been promoted to an imperial guard. AJ says. I'm one, too.

What? JC asks.

Murder AJ enunciates, as if it's some kind of screwed up test. And on the drop of the 'R', chills surge up JC's thighs, up his back, down his cock, all over. Fireworks go behind his eyes.

Something is obviously up. Especially since AJ seems to be going through the same thing

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bettina_/]

*lol*

You pervert you *g*.