The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)
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				Title: <strong>The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 02:58:33</strong>
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				The Kooky Pookies (OOC thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112514.0)<br><br>~~The authors of this tale will not be held responsible for any outbursts of hysterical laughter by its readers, nor will they be liable, in the event of random beverage spewing from the nostrils, mouths, or any other body part. The reader accepts all responsibility for the results of perusing this thread.~~<br><br>That being said, let us begin!<br><br>Welcome! Please, grab a drink and a snack, and make yourselves comfortable while we tell you a story. The story of a man and a woman, strangers who meet by chance, and a little bit of luck. Not the bad kind, mind you, just...the unfortunate kind. The kind that makes them fall head over heels for each other, <em>quite literally</em>.<br>But, as is often the case, these two were made for each other, and they build a family together.<br><br>Mr. Dukey Pookie, a man of considerable talent and means, stands a lanky 6 feet, 2 inches tall, with a slender, but well-built frame. He has wavy brown hair and glasses, both of which fit his face quite well, making him a rather handsome man. Except for a broken nose, from an accident...or rather, incident...which does not need repeating, except to say that it involved his face...and a door...he is still strikingly good-looking. However, he is currently single at age 35, due mainly to the stars he was born under being completely upside-down, making the Big Dipper look more like a Baseball Cap, as well as being born on April 1st...also known as April Fool's Day!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 07:38:33</strong>
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				Clara Klutz:<br><br>(http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x390/syblwon/hugs%20and%20more%20for%20Elliquiy/sybbies%20experiments/Thrill%20Me/KookyPookies/ClaraKlutz-Intro.jpg)<br><br><br>a young beautiful&nbsp; farmers daughter, 5'6” tall and slender. She has long wavy black hair and green eyes. She lives up to the family name of “klutz.”&nbsp; She is single, never had a boyfriend, due to her clumsiness, and various accidents. Clara has resigned herself to becoming an old maid, even though at 22 years old she is hardly old.<br>She works on the farm with her Daddy, Mr. Klutz, who watches her like a hawk due to her record of mishaps. She has accidentally ran over the fence with his tractor, broke various things around the house, and most recently she took a fall down the old well. Needless to say Clara Klutz had the worst luck, given her Birth Date of April 13, which fell on a Friday, it didn't take much to figure out that eventually she would meet a man named Dukey Pookie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 08:06:52</strong>
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				Dukey Pookie woke to the sound of his CD alarm clock, softly playing “You’re Not the Boss of Me” by They Might Be Giants, and got out of bed in his usual manner of rolling over, and promptly hitting the floor…hard. He rubbed his eyes, stretched his arms, and swiftly knocked over the nightstand, spilling only his glass of water, all over his glasses and some assorted paperwork. “Shoot! Now when will I learn, to drink that water, first?” He looked over and noticed a slight film of algae on the darkened patch on the floor. The water had obviously been there for some time. “Oh, well,” he said with a slight, drowsy smile, and went to get a towel.<br>As soon as he got to the bathroom, he realized that he had to use the toilet, and get a shower. He proceeded to stand in front of the bowl, and began to pee. However, the lid was down…and his boxers were not! He sighed and stepped into the tub, still wearing his underwear, and turned on the shower water. He chuckled as he thought of the phrase “Wash and Wear”.<br>He told himself, as he did every day, that today was going to be his lucky day, after consulting a psychic who informed him that he would soon meet the love of his life. He was beginning to lose faith.<br>He finished his morning ritual, having completely forgotten about the spilled water, and hung his wet clothes over the shower curtain rod. He changed quickly into clean underwear, pants, and a shirt, and left for work.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 16:32:51</strong>
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				Clara Klutz stretched as she woke up just before the sun. Hearing Harry the old the rooster crow, she sat up and jumped out of bed. Today was shopping day with Daddy Klutz. She loved going shopping at the Tractor's are Us store with her Daddy. Clara turned on the shower setting the temperature just right. Stripping off her blue caftan, she climbed in, and starting humming to the tune of “Old MacDonald Had a Farm” then giggled as she did every morning.<br><br>She turned off the shower, and proceeded to climb over the tub, when she realized too late, she forgot to place the mat on the floor. One leg slipped her body flailed, she reached for something to grab, as it were the shower curtain and her hit the floor. “When will I learn to put the mat down for my shower?” she chided herself. She got up and looked at the mess on the floor the torn shower curtain, stuck her tongue out, while she up the mess. After, she towel dried her hair, and shook it allowing her waves to shake loose before she brushed her long strands.<br><br>Clara put on her green pastel summer dress that Daddy bought her for her birthday, with four leaf clovers scattered all over it. “Today, I am going to meet the man of my dreams,” she said with as much confidence as she could muster. Turning, she ran straight into the door. “Clara! This is no way to start your day. Gosh, I am such a klutz!” She grumbled at her cursed name, and her birth date, then going down stairs to fix breakfast. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 03:29:42</strong>
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				Arriving for the early shift, Dukey strode confidently through the doors of the local farm equipment manufacturer, McGillicutty's Farmers' Warehouse.<br><br>A cousin of his, "Cutty" McGillicutty, had gotten him the job, as no one else would hire him, for some unknown reason...he never really understood why.<br><br>He tripped, and flipped the on switch for an unused conveyor belt, as he flailed. The belt had someone’s tools set on it, out of the way. Now they were really out of the way, and the worker scrambled to catch up to them on the runaway belt.<br><br>Cutty stepped out of his office, seeing the commotion, and shouted while shaking his head slowly, “Dukey! You Irish bastard! Drunk again, or is this your normal behavior? I got a mission for you. Get your ass to the Tractors Are Us, and pick us up some more nuts and bolts. You do know which is which, right?” Dukey nodded, and mumbled under his breath, “Course I do. They’re those things that you twist in and out of one another.” He was by no means stupid, but he sometimes thought it best to act that way, to avoid trouble. Somehow, it always seemed to find him, though.<br><br>He drove, quick as he could, to the Tractors Are Us, and went inside. Fortunately, all the aisles had convenient labels for what was in each. He wandered off toward his destination, when he heard a loud crash, followed by an overhead page: “Cleanup assistance to hardware, please…Cleanup assistance to hardware…” As he arrived at that aisle, he saw an attractive young lady in a pale green dress with four-leaf clovers on it, standing amidst a rather large pile of nuts and bolts. He walked up to her and casually remarked, “Allow me, miss,” as he bent to pick up the scattered metal. He remembered to keep a few for his work.<br><br>Finishing up, with the assistance of Tractors Are Us staff, he stood, wiped off his hands on his pants and extended one to the lovely woman before him. “Pookie…Dukey Pookie…just came from McGillicutty’s, down the road, to get some things. Have a nice day, and be careful.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 03:55:36</strong>
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				Arriving at Tractors Are Us, Mr. Klutz handed fifty dollars to his daughter to spend as she wanted. He then went out back to look at some tractor parts to replace the damaged parts from Clara's accident. Clara saw a beautiful set of chains she wanted to add to her hanging bird feeders. They were coated in a layer of purplish pink plastic to keep rust from forming. Unfortunately for Clara, they were several inches out of her reach. She looked around, finding no one around, she decided to step up on the shelf to get them herself. Her purse caught on the containers of nuts and bolts, as she stepped down. Horrified and quite embarrassed, she stood there, not knowing what to do. She was in a dress, and cleaning it up would be awkward.<br><br>A very handsome older gentleman came to her rescue. He was so polite. She watched him as he pick up her mess. She shook his hand firmly as he introduced himself. “Mister, wait.” She blushed. “I really want to thank you for helping me this way. Would you be so kind to help me with these coated chains? I am afraid if I hit anything else, my Daddy will tan my hide when I get home. Just help me to the cash out and I will be very grateful.” Clara handed him the chains, looked around and nodded, “Let's go Dukey.” She flashed him a bright smile, walking beside him to the cash out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 04:28:46</strong>
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				“Of course, little lady,” he replied with a wink. He boosted her up, so she could reach the chains, and escorted her to the registers with them. He placed his own items on the counter behind hers, leaving room so the cashier could tell what belonged to which customer.<br><br>As he admired her from behind, he started to speak. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I got your na--,” he stopped short, as he glanced out the window and saw his car rolling away. He forgot to set the parking brake, and it was now moving slowly down a slight incline. “I’ll, uhh…I’ll be right back to pay for this,” he stated hurriedly to the cashier, as he rushed out to capture his run-amok vehicle. As people gawked and stared from the sidewalks, he awkwardly chased his vehicle, opened the door, jumped in on the run, and pressed his foot down on the brake, narrowly missing a passing bus.<br><br>He found a spot for his car, and returned to the cash out line, only to find the woman in the green dress gone already. He sighed softly, paid for his supplies, and walked slowly away, staring at the floor, when he noticed a receipt not far from where the two were standing, which he picked up, and read. It was for the chains that his new acquaintance had just purchased, and underneath the total, was the line: “Frequent Shopper – Clara K.” He raised an eyebrow, and then looked up to see if she was still around, but she was nowhere to be seen. He tucked the receipt in his pocket, and left, wondering if he’d ever see her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 04:50:47</strong>
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				Clara was about to tell Dukey her name when he left in a hurry to go catch his run away car. She couldn't believe her luck. She started thinking this was her lucky day after all. “Dukey is a klutz, like me.” she thought to herself. She paid for her chains when her Daddy came and pulled her to another isle to show her something. “Daddy! Wait, I have to go talk to someone.” Clara walked down the isle, leaving Mr. Klutz standing there. She only looked away for a moment, and when she looked back, Dukey was gone.<br><br>She ran out into the parking lot, saw him getting into his car. She yelled, “Pookie!! Dukey Pookie, wait! Waving her hands at him, trying to get his attention. Clara ran so fast when she got to his car she couldn't stop and ran straight into the fender, her face landing flat against his windshield.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 06:18:28</strong>
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				Dukey went to his car, had some difficulty starting it, but he knew which spot on the dashboard to hit. However, it never worked with his fists. He shrugged, and gave the dash a firm headbutt, and the engine turned over. No sooner was he out of his parking spot, after releasing the parking brake, than he saw a figure frantically waving at him with both arms. He stopped the car just in time for the person to crash head-first into the windshield. It was Clara! She slid down off the hood of the car, and slumped to the ground.<br><br>He put the car in park again, opened the door, got out, and slammed it shut, unknowingly catching his jacket in the door. He hurried to the front of the automobile, his jacket pulling cleanly off his body, and knelt beside Clara. “Are you alright, miss?” he asked, not wanting to let on that he knew her name already. “Can you hear me? Miss? Oh, no. What have I done?”<br><br>He looked around, and saw a man standing near the exit of the store, with a disapproving look on his face, his arms folded. Dukey looked back down as Clara came to. “Thank God, you’re okay!” he said as he assisted her to a standing position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 06:53:10</strong>
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				Clara saw the look on Dukey's face just before she slid off the fender to the ground. She lay there for a few moments, with her eyes shut, seeing the stars dancing around in her head. Her face hurt stinging like a hundred bees had landed on her cheek all at once. She heard the sound of concern in Dukey's voice and decided to milk it a little longer. After all, he was the first man to pay her any attention since her days in college when she was expelled for accidentally knocking her professor down the stairs, causing both his legs to be broken.<br><br>“Oh my face, ow, ow, ow.” Her hand went to her cheek, then looking up to the concerned Dukey, she gave a faint smile before starting to laugh. “I caught you didn't I Dukey? Not so much the way I had hoped, but I did. I wanted to invite you over for dinner for helping me in the store.” With Dukey's help she stood up smoothing her dress down, turned to see her Daddy.&nbsp; “On second thought, maybe that's not such a good idea. Daddy looks mad.” Clara looked at Dukey. “My name is Clara. Clara Klutz”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 07:05:06</strong>
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				"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure, Miss Klutz. May I call you Clara?" He glanced over at the man he had seen earlier, arms still folded across his chest, glaring at him. "That's your father? He does look a bit upset, doesn't he? I can't say I blame him." Dukey helped her back to where her Daddy waited, and said sincerely, "I'm very sorry, sir, for hurting your daughter. Let me know if there's anything I can do to make it up to you. Name's Dukey Pookie, sir." He extended his hand, hoping the man could find it in his heart to forgive him, and shake his hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 05:41:55</strong>
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				Warfare. It was the one time where Mr. Klutz lived up to his namesake, and running over his daughter with a car was in his opinion, just that, an act of war. So when the man who was responsible walked up to him with an apology what he received was a stern look and a flying fist aimed directly at his face. He cared little if the boy managed to dodge it, in fact it would kind of earn his very little of respect if the boy did manage to. Mr. Klutz would even end the punch the same way if it missed, by grabbing the hand of his daughter trying to lead her away with not even a look back at the man who had hurt her. His grip on Clara's hand however was kind of an afterthought. So she could easily just avoid his grasp all together to come back to see about Dukey.<br><br>Even if she did though, he would be headed back to their farm, she may be his daughter but he knew that he needed to allow her to make her own mistakes, if one of them was hanging with a boy who had hit her with a car then so be it. She would learn her lesson that her Daddy was usually right abut his first impressions, especially if they began with him trying to throw a punch without so much as words precluding the act.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 06:30:52</strong>
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				As Dukey attempted the hand shake, he ended up slipping on a puddle of soda someone had spilled, and went tumbling forward, barely escaping the blow to his head, but grasping at anything in reach to keep himself upright, he caught onto Clara's bottom through the four-leaf clover-covered dress, as she was hastily dragged away by Mr. Klutz.<br><br>"Stop! Please, wait! It wasn't my fault..." But they were gone, already. All he had was the receipt, and the determination that next time, he would be ready for the old man.<br><br>He went back into the Tractors Are Us, and asked to see a manager. As the manager approached, he quickly showed the receipt, commenting, "one of your customers dropped this, and I'd like to return it. Could I get the address, please?" He knew it was an odd request, but he trusted his gut that he would not be refused. After all, he appeared no less than a perfect gentleman. And he was doing them a favor.<br><br>The manager went to a computer terminal, typed in the Frequent Shopper ID number, and looked Dukey over, before revealing the wanted information. "Says here, she lives on a farm not far from here...69 Maple Run Lane."<br><br>"Thank you ever so much," Dukey replied sincerely, and handed the manager a 20-dollar bill for his trouble. He walked out, whistling happily, thinking <em>what could be luckier than a young lady clad in clovers?</em><br><br>His faith in the psychic restored, he got back in his car, and drove off, returning to work with his nuts and bolts. He would see Clara again, if it killed him...which it might.<br><br>It only took him 35 years, but here was what he had been searching for. She looked to be in her early 20s, but that did not bother him in the least. He now knew where to find her. But what about her Daddy?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 08:38:40</strong>
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				“Daddy!” Clara was shocked at Mr. Klutz's attempt to punch Dukey in the face. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped as Dukey flailed, landing in the spilled soda. “He is so klutzy, just like me, Daddy,”&nbsp; she said to Mr. Klutz. She felt Dukey's hand on her bottom, as he fell. It was the second time he touched her today. Giving him a smile as she turned paying attention to where she was going, following Daddy Klutz to the truck.<br><br>Clara got into the truck, reluctantly. The ride home full of thoughts of her new acquaintance and hero. She didn't know how to approach the subject with Daddy, but she would find a way of expressing how she felt about the man, the handsome Dukey Pookie. The hero who came to her rescue at the Tractors Are Us store. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 12:08:11</strong>
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				It was a quiet ride home, as he said nothing to his daughter about the incident, hoping that if he said nothing to the effect of restricting her from seeing but not encouraging her either, then it would cause her to forget the boy she had met. Or at least that is hopefully what would happen, but he thought not. So he sat there in silence as he drove all the way home, his hands on the steering wheel and the foot on the accelerator, ever so carefully piloting his way back to their homestead. He dodged at least four accidents that would all have been caused by near over sight on the part of the other drivers.<br><br>They pulled into the drive of the house, he shifted to the side opened his door to the truck and stepped out, making his way to the house without saying a word to his daughter. He had forgotten to close the door on his side of the truck but he at least had the keys this time, unlike a lot of the other times where he would simply get out of the truck with the keys in the ignition and the door wide open.<br><br>He walked into the house, went through the living room, and then into the kitchen, where he then turned to look at the brown door where he grabbed the handle turning it slightly to pull it open. He took a step onto the top of the stairs where he closed and locked the door behind him. Mr. Klutz was now in his happy place where he could be alone with his tools to work on whatever his heart desired, a lot of his creations were failures, but he was just happy at the attempts, for now his daughter was free to do what she liked. Mr. Klutz grabbed his hammer and a piece of plywood. Maybe it was time to try and make a kind of shelf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 17:29:35</strong>
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				Clara slid out of the truck grabbing her chains she walked into the house and went to her Daddy's work room. The door locked again. “Daddy, let me in.” Hearing nothing, and a bit miffed by his silent treatment, Clara wiggled the doorknob. She went into the kitchen to look through her box of assorted house tools to break in Daddy's room. She was determined to get in. <br><br>Clara found a tiny file and an ice pick. She grabbed a chair and began to mess with the key slot, when the file snapped, half inside the chamber, the other in her hand. She grumbled a little, went back to the kitchen and grabbed the steel meat tenderizer. Clara hit the file in the doorknob with such a force, the doorknob snapped off, hitting the floor. She looked at the doorknob, and yelled, “Daddy I, ah, broke the doorknob. See what you have done by being so mean to me.” Clara left her chains on the floor with the doorknob, sitting there, and went to the barn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 22:01:10</strong>
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				When using a chainsaw to cut through a small piece of plywood, it is not easy to hear your daughter call out to you, or rather to hear anything other than the sound of the whirring of the of the blade as you maneuver it down to the wood. He was quite prepared to do this, making sure that there were no distractions as he slowly moved it into the wood, once the tip of the whirring blade touched it, he knew it was going to be an easy cut. He pressed it all the way down into the wood and that section was cut clean off. He quickly pulled the chainsaw up and off of the table so that it would not collide with the steel and become kind of uncontrollable. Once he looked at the fully cut, three sections of plywood, he smiled a little as his hand pressed the button that powered down the chainsaw.<br><br>He picked up the first piece of plywood and put it into the vice while he grabbed some 100 grade sand paper. From the looks of things, he had a lot of sanding to do, so it was best that he got to it. Of course, he started applying it to the exposed edge of the wood. This project was going to take him quite a while, he could tell that now. He just let out a quick chuckle as he looked at the wood, and then he went to work on sanding the wood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 07:25:27</strong>
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				As soon as Dukey got back to McGillicutty's, he dropped off his purchase with Cutty, and proceeded to his office. <em>More paperwork, today?</em> he thought idly, when the first pitchfork he had ever made here at the warehouse clattered to the floor, along with his favorite garden hoe. No sooner did he move toward them to pick them up, before he stepped on the rake bottom of the hoe, causing the handle to spring up and hit him square in the face. Of course, this didn't faze him at all, he was so used to the occurence. It did, however, cause him to recall the beautiful farmer's daughter, and he was inspired to call his mother, Sukey, to let her know about it.<br><br>He picked up the handset, dialed a number and began to absent-mindedly play with the coiled cord on the phone, twirling it around his finger. "Hello, Mom? How are you? ... ... ...That's good, me too! You won't believe the day I've had, and it isn't even noon, yet. ... ... ...No, Mom, I didn't -- No, I'm not calling from the hospital, or from jail. I wanted to tell you about the sweetest young lady I just ran into," he said as he silently rolled his eyes. "Her name is Clara Klutz, Mom, and I like her a lot. But her father, well...he's, umm, a little miffed at me right now."<br><br>As he said that last part, Cutty walked in and boomed, "Miffed? I'll show you miffed! No personal calls on work time, Dukey. You know that." Dukey nodded hastily, and said into the receiver, "I gotta go, Mom. I'll talk to you later -- I love you, too," and hung up.<br><br>He sat down, and grabbed the stack of files on his desk, getting a rather nasty paper-cut in the process. He stuck his finger in his mouth to stop the bleeding, and pulled it out, making a popping noise with his cheek. He chuckled a little, picked up his pen and started filling out all the papers, daydreaming about Clara.<br><br>Before he knew it, his shift was done, he had been so caught up in the excitement of the morning. He decided he would stop at the nearest fast-food chain and pick up something to eat, before proceeding to Maple Run Lane and the farm, so he could return the receipt to Clara. He called Sukey back, on his cell phone, as he drove, using the hands-free feature, so he could focus on the road. He didn't need another mishap today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 14:29:02</strong>
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				Sukey Pookie was a very busy lady! She volunteered all over town and everyone was genuinely glad to see her coming..well sort of! It seemed that wherever she arrived she would have to leave..again..because she invariable ALWAYS forgot something! If it wasn't her glasses - that without them she was as blind as a bat! - then when she went to the library: she forgot the books she wanted to donate or when she went to the bake sale: she forgot the cupcakes she had baked and once..she remembered the cupcakes and they looked BEAUTIFUL, they were the very FIRST things to sell but the person had barely walked out the door when they came back yelling saying they couldn't bite into the things, they were so hard!&nbsp; And he threw it on the floor to prove it and it actually bounced back! She thought about it and remembered she had forgotten to put in the baking soda! Oh dear..that WAS embarassing but they WERE the prettiest cupcakes you ever wanted to see! <br><br>She was busy at home baking..again..when the phone rang.<br><br>"Dukey? Sweetheart! I'm fine..how are you? .....Did you get hurt?....Young lady you say? Oh dear honey..I just don't think you are ready to be dating again..remember the last time! She broke your heart! Her father? You are in trouble with her father already! Dukey Pookie what DID YOU DO NOW!!!..oh..ok if you have to leave..love you...CALL ME LATER!"<br><br>She put down the phone and sat down. His call had just exhausted her. Just when she thought his life was getting to be nice and quiet. He hadn't been arrested in a while and it had been a month, at least, since he had been in the Emergency room of the hospital!<br><br>"Oh dear oh dear! What has that boy done and gotten himself into!"<br><br>Later when he called: "Dukey..you come to my house..I made your favorite pie: Apple, Blueberry, Pumpkin Upside Down Pie!! You come here right after you go to that farm and return that receipt..do you hear your mother!!!"<br><br>Oh, he'd better come to her house or..or..well..she just wouldn't make his favorite pie again..well..not for a week at least!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 17:42:59</strong>
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				Clara made her way to the barn. She was really miffed at her Daddy for not opening the door. She had always been his precious little girl, and today she felt anything but. She thought over the incidence at Tractors Are Us. It was her fault, she knew it. Watching him strike out at Dukey like that without any words of introduction. Surely, Dukey would have no part of her now, she thought.<br><br>She opened the side door of the barn leading out to the small pasture where Bruce was standing. “Hi Bruce,” she said. Bruce walked over to Clara, and sneezed. “Bruce! You dumb jackass!” Clara looked at her dress, her day went from bad to worse. Bruce brayed at Clara in response to her yelling at him. “Look what you did to my dress.” Clara turned around and went back through the barn to the house to change out of her summer dress now coated with donkey goo.<br><br>Clara, forgot to shut the door to the barn as she ran back to the house. Today couldn't get any worse she thought as she readied herself for a shower. Undressing and throwing her dress in the hamper, she went to get in the shower, when she saw the torn curtain from this morning.&nbsp; She became so frustrated she let out a blood curdling scream. It didn't change anything. Clara threw the mat down on the floor, a few extra towels, and took a shower. After finishing her shower, put on some tan shorts and a bright orange sleeveless shirt, her sandals, and proceeded to go downstairs to start supper for her and her Daddy. Oh my gawd! Daddy, she wondered if he had gotten out of the room yet. She knew tonight would be the worst night of her life.&nbsp; She would never hear the end of it, she was sure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 00:49:39</strong>
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				Dukey drove the short distance down the road at a moderate pace, just under the speed limit. He waved politely at truckers passing him and flipping him the bird. Carefully watching the street signs, he almost didn't see the bear in his path. It lumbered off into the woods that bordered the highway, and Dukey could swear it gave him the finger, too. <em>Curious</em>, he thought.<br><br>There it was...Maple Run Lane! He turned smoothly onto a dirt road and followed it a ways, til he got to the farm, and pulled onto the shoulder. He got out and inhaled the aroma of the grasses and flowers in the area, humming to the tune of "Thank God I'm A Country Boy", not knowing that's what the song was, but liking the way it sounded.<br><br>He began the trek up the driveway to the house, noticing a few things wrong with the scene. The first was the buzz of a chainsaw...from <strong>inside</strong> the house. The second was an open barn door, and the third a donkey roaming free, munching on the carpet of green contentedly. He slowly approached the animal, stepping in a pile of droppings, and quickly grinding his shoes into the ground to clean them. His good work pair, no less. He sighed softly and reached with one hand to the side of the donkey, stroking slowly, as he scratched behind the ears with his other hand. "What's your name, buddy?" he inquired, well aware that he was only speaking to himself. The ass wouldn't answer. When he was satisfied that the beast was tame and gentle, he hopped up onto its back, quickly sliding off the other side. He tried again, and was successful in seating himself properly. He began to guide the donkey back to the barn when there was a shriek from the building ahead, and the noise of the chainsaw did not change. Dukey looked to where he heard the ruckus, only to realize he had the perfect view, through a window, of Clara naked, preparing for her shower.<br><br>He stared a moment before wondering whether she was in danger from some chainsaw-wielding intruder, and quickly dismounted and closed the barn door, ran to the front door and knocked, only to have it open at his touch, the knob nowhere to be found. He called out, "Mr. Klutz? Clara? Everything alright in there?" and when the chainsaw did not cease, cautiously entered. He looked around slowly, not wanting to let his presence be known, and grabbed the icepick he saw set alongside the door. <em>For self defense, should I need it</em>, he assured himself.<br><br>Sensing no threat, he placed the pick down again, and took the receipt out of his pocket, and the pen he always had handy. He found some scratch paper, and wrote on it:<br><em>Ms. Klutz - you left this behind, thought you might want it for returns. - Dukey Pookie.<br>PS - On my way to my Mom's. Call my cellphone if you want to. (123) 555-3141</em><br>He left both slips of paper on the table and left through the broken front door, walking back to his car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 02:46:02</strong>
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				Clara heard Dukey call out to her and her Daddy. She waited a brief moment or two, before bouncing down the stairs. She saw Dukey turning to leave through the door. She wondered why he came all this way out, only to call her name and leave. Walking towards the door, she saw the note, with his phone number. She grabbed both notes. Clara followed Dukey out to his car, without a word.<br><br>Arriving at his car, she with a loud voice, “Stop Dukey! You are not leaving here tonight without having time to make things right between my Daddy and you. Things got off track when I ran into your car. I apologize for that.” She looked down and away. “You can't leave like this.” Looking up into his handsome face, she took his hand, and tugged at him. Come on, you can help me rescue Daddy. Then he will like you too.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 03:08:57</strong>
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				He stopped in his tracks, and looked back, to see Clara behind him, dressed in a different outfit from before, recently showered. But he already knew she had showered, unbeknownst to her, distracted as she was with setting the towels and mats out. The sandals, shorts and sleeveless shirt fit this young country lady quite well, and he turned to face her, listening to her plea.<br><br>As she took his hand and attempted to pull him back into the house, he protested. "Are you sure that's a good idea? He's already mad at me, and now he's got a chainsaw. It would be a massacre! Besides, I have to go visit my Mom. She made my favorite...Apple, blueberry, pumpkin upside-down pie." He paused, thinking suddenly about something. He continued after a moment. "What if I brought her here to meet Mr. Klutz? I've already mentioned you to her," he blurted out, then blushed, realizing what he'd admitted to. "Er, that is...she could bring some of her famous baking as a peace offering."<br><br>He allowed Clara to lead him back to the house, somewhat reluctantly. He pulled out his cell phone as he walked, and hit 'contacts', readying his Mom's number for later, and began rehearsing what he would say to Mr. Klutz, hoping Clara would back him up with the truth of the situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 03:30:40</strong>
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				“Daddy is not a killer Dukey. He is both my Momma and my Pop. He worries about me, and loves me dearly. He only saw things from a Daddy's point of view. Now, help me get this stuff moved so we can get him out. You can call your Momma, after we get the door down and we will all talk about something, I am sure.”<br><br>“Daddy!, Daddy!, Dukey is here! We are going to save you.” Clara yelled, banging on the wall with her fist. "Help me Dukey, help me get Daddy's attention."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 03:51:17</strong>
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				Suddenly understanding how Mr. Klutz must feel, Dukey relaxed. After all, wouldn't he feel the same about his only daughter seeing someone 13 years older, who she barely knew? Of course he would.<br><br>He walked confidently up to the door of her Daddy's rooom, pounding on it with all his might, and called out, "Mr. Klutz. It's Dukey. I'd like to speak with you, if I may. Open up, please?<br><br>He hoped this was the right decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 05:58:51</strong>
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				Using a power sander really did not allow much in the way of hearing ability, it was quite a loud machine. And he was using it to the best of his ability as he was sanding his newly made boards that were to be nailed in place onto an even bigger board. He was very proud of his work, and when he heard banging on his walls interrupt with the sander he shook his head from side to side wondering exactly what Clara was up to this time before he turned the sander up another notch to get it to one of its higher. It blocked out the sound, and he nodded and was happy about his new found sense of it just being him, his tools and his wood.<br><br>He looked over to see that the drills where ready should he need them for setting up the place where the nails were to go into his little shelf. And then he went back to work at sanding board two of four. With the power sander this high, it was not going to take him all that long to finish up. He had faith that Clara would solve whatever she had to by then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 04:01:59</strong>
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				Clara's eyes grew wide she turned to Dukey throwing up her hands. “Dukey!” she yelled over the noise of the sander. She grabbed his hand dragging him outside to her Daddy's truck. Inside the bed was a sledge hammer. “Dukey, you must use this to get Daddy out. He is going to hurt himself in there. Please? Do this for me. I promise you won't regret it.” Clara smiled at him, as she pulled open the tailgate of the truck, nearly hitting Dukey. “Oh, sorry.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 12:03:12</strong>
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				Dukey took the sledge hammer in hand, tested its weight, and proceeded back to the house. He&nbsp; was a man on a mission. A misguided mission, maybe, but a mission nonetheless. After all, what man could resist a request from a young damsel in distress? Chivalry was not dead, to him.<br><br>He went back to the room where all the ruckus was coming from, and lifted the tool overhead, using it to rap on the door forcefully. He figured the sound of metal on wood should be enough to get anyone's attention. He swung repeatedly.<br><br><strong>Bang...Bang...Bang!</strong> The sound was somewhat like gunshots. He hoped he wouldn't have to knock the hinges or the doorknob off the door. He'd done enough damage already, and any more would just be bad karma.<br><br>He chuckled as he worked on the door. He didn't believe in karma. So he continued to hammer away at the door, taking off the knob, as well as the hinges in his frantic effort to save Mr. Klutz from whatever was beyond. He lowered the hammer, winded, and pushed on the door, watching it crash to the floor, and slowly, tentatively entered the room, with the sledge hammer held defensively in front of his chest.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 10:36:08</strong>
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				He had just turned the power sander off when he heard this loud banging at the door that ended with his door busting open just before hitting the ground with a thud. To see the man standing behind it, wielding his sledge hammer on his property and using it to break into his inner sanctum, was enough to make him go from not liking the boy to a much stronger feeling. He stood there with the calmest face in the world, as if his body was on a delay on displaying his actual emotions, for the emotions that were boiling deep inside were those of extreme anger.<br><br>"Boy...I will give you to the count of ten to get off my property, at the count of ten, if you are not off my property, I shall come at you with everything I have. Do you understand me?" A voice that was clear, calm and to the point came from his lips. This a contradiction in itself since it always seemed that when he was truly angry, he was utterly sophisticated with the accent of his clearing up and his mannerisms becoming much straighter and more like that of a businessman. This was one of those times. He stood there with his arms at his sides, feet together and firmly planted in place.<br><br>The count was not going to begin just yet, he wanted the boy to truly understand that he was not joking. And getting some kind of confirmation from him as to his understanding of his current terms was how he was going to hopefully establish that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 14:24:44</strong>
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				Sukey was at home waiting for Dukey. Of course, her glasses were on top of her head, her book was in her&nbsp; hand upside down and her foot was tapping on the floor.<br><br>"Where IS that boy! He should have been here hours ago!"<br><br>Really only 30 minutes had passed since she spoke to him,&nbsp; but, she knew how easy it was for him to get into trouble and she just didn't have a very good feeling! She got up and went to the window, her book tumbling on the floor.<br><br>"I wonder if I should go over to that farm. I know where it is!" She thought a minute.."Yup! That's JUST what I am going to do!"<br><br>On her way out the door she picked up her purse and walked to old Belle.She wasn't much to look at but it sure got Sukey where she wanted to go! Of course...whenever she offered anyone a ride, no one wanted to ride with her- but that was ok! <br><br>(http://www.danheller.com/images/California/Sonoma/Misc/old-truck-n-american-flag-big.jpg)<br><br>She opened the door and climbed in and then shut it and went to put the keys in the ignition when she realized she didn't have them. It took her a few minutes to realize they weren't in her purse- she had to climb down- go into the house- look around for another 15 minutes til she found them..in the fridge of all places! walk back out- climb back up and finally drive over to the Klutz place. And sure enough ! There was Dukey's vehicle!<br><br>"Oh Lordy Lordy! What HAS that&nbsp; boy gone and done!"<br><br>She opened the door climbed down with her purse in hand and marched up to the front door!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 16:37:01</strong>
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				Dukey was terrified, and rightly so, because here in front of him stood a man who by all appearances was dead calm, when he should be fuming, at least. And speaking of dead calm, Dukey was also frightened that he would end up just-plain-dead, not just mostly dead, which is still partly alive, but <em>all</em> dead.<br><br>That's when he heard it. Could it be? No, she wouldn't...but sure enough, the familiar cough and wheeze of Belle's engine, and the squeak of her brakes and suspension was enough to bring him out of his petrified state, and when the sound of the truck door slamming closed reached his ears, he ran for the door, through the newly-formed cloud of dust, smoke, and sawdust, shouting, "Mom! Mom! Get me outta here! He wants to kill me!"<br><br>He tripped on the edge of a rug, and fell flat on his face with a heavy thud. Without waiting to get his wind back, or to see if he had broken anything...of value, he scrambled to his feet and made for the exit in a rush, running outside and nearly toppling his mother, as she was on her way to the door. "Oh, thank God..." Dukey was now gasping for air, after his feat with the sledge hammer, which had left his grasp when he tumbled, and the sprint he had just made to get as far away from Mr. Klutz as possible. "That man," he panted, "in there...is...gonna sand me...to death..." He suddenly realized how that sounded and continued, "He's a...monster..."<br><br>He turned back to face the open front door of the Klutz home, standing in front of Sukey while looking around for something to defend them with. Seeing nothing of use, he stood to his full height, puffed out his chest, and put up his dukes. Dukey's Dukes, they were known back in his younger days, when he would get in schoolyard brawls, but this was now. It mattered, as this would be a fight for his life, and the life of the woman who meant the most to him, up to this point.<br><br>He saw movement through the window, and steadied himself.<br><br>What he failed to notice was that if he backed away, or was pushed back, he would end up in a rather large mud puddle right behind him, between his mother and himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 19:49:19</strong>
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				“Dukey Pookie! What is the matter with you? Where in blue blazes do you think you are going?” Clara yelled out to him. Clara Looked at him then at Sukey. “Hello Ma'am. I am Clara Klutz. I see Dukey's manners are flailed at best. My Daddy is a wee bit strange and over protective, but he is alright.”<br><br>Clara was embarrassed that her Daddy didn't see she was only trying to help, not make matters worse.<br>“Won't you go in for a bit Mrs. Pookie? Daddy won't bite. I want to talk to Dukey in private then we will be in.”<br><br>Clara walked over to Dukey, looked up into his eyes, “Please, Dukey? Don't let Daddy scare you off. This is my home too.” She reached over and wrapped her soft hand on one of Dukey's fists, “Come into the barn Dukey, away from Daddy's eyes.”<br><br>She worked her fingers into his grip, and led him to the barn. Clara had an idea that Daddy would mellow out immediately upon viewing the gorgeous Mrs. Pookie.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 23:33:47</strong>
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				"Well at least the man knows who his betters are. And when it is best to run from a fight." Mr. Klutz commented as he felt his wood shelf on the table and proceeded to pull out the polish to make it nice and shiny. It was best that he finish this project before he began on the door that had fallen down the stairs and into the basement when Dukey had busted it open. He shook his head as he pulled out a brush to dip into the polish. Mr. Klutz liked to be a man of detail. And so he ran very careful brush strokes on the wood to slowly but sure not get just one, but two coats of polish on the wood. He stood the shelf up to just look at it and adore his work. <br><br>There seemed to be all of this kind of commotion upstairs, and he once again figured it was Clara up to her usual business. But he was not going to go up there to confirm that Dukey was in fact gone. Like he had thought before, if Clara wanted the boy it was her mistake when he hurt her. And from the looks of things, Dukey was setting out to do more than break her heart in his opinion.<br><br>He started to dig around in his toolbox for the hangers for the shelf. It could be an easy or a long search, he had no idea which at this point.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 13:30:12</strong>
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				Sukey put up her hands to prevent her son from toppling her over.<br><br>"Sand..you to death? A monster?&nbsp; Dukey Pookie what in the WORLD are you going on about??!!"<br><br>She was confused and getting a bit worried seing her son all flustered and wound up as he was.&nbsp; And then out came this pretty little thing running after him..introducing herself and then running off with her son!<br><br>"Good gratious me! Never have I seen so much confusion in my entire life!"<br><br>The only thing Sukey knew for sure is there was a man that wanted to harm her son..and NO ONE was going to do anything to her son..except her!!<br><br>She stepped over the mud puddle and marched through the front door. She stood in the kitchen and tsked tsked as she looked around and saw things in disarray figuring that pretty little thing was NOT going to be a good homemaker!<br><br>She kept marching in he direction of where she hard some noise. She to Mr. Klutz's work room and stood there with her hands on her hips.<br><br>She cleared her voice and said: "Excuse me..are you the man that wishes to do bodily harm to my wonderful, handsome, smart son?!!! Hmmm??!!!!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 14:42:00</strong>
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				A little lady with a lot of attitude is how he saw the beautiful Sukey Pookie as she stood there with her hands on her hips. His mind comprehended the words that she was saying to him, but it was a bit shocked at the fact that she was thinking that he was going to attack her son without due cause. No one he knew around here operated in such a way unless their name was Dukey. And so far that is what her son had done so far. He hit his daughter with a car and broke down his workroom door with a sledge hammer, both of them were acts that he had not even so much as provoked. So he was not sure why she was so angry.<br><br>"All I told him was to get off my property. Under state law I am allowed to do that. Especially after he hit my daughter with a car and then broke a door down. So all I did was to tell him that if he was not off my property in ten seconds then I was going to have to do something about him. If he assumed that I was going to be violent then that is his idea. The worst I was going to do was call the police and have him arrested for trespassing." Mr. Klutz had no problem explaining to someone who was going to actually listening to logic, especially since he was much clearer because he had just been angry. But his tone did not show that he had been angry since it was calm and reserved.<br><br>"So yes, I think you need to talk to your boy about hurting others and respect of others property. But other than that I have no plans to harm the boy." His tone was strong and true. He was not lying to Sukey. He put the hooks into the back of the shelf. So it was ready to be hung up on the walls. He would occasionally look over to see if she was even still there or if she was gone. He preferred gone, but if she had something else to say, he more than willing to talk to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 03:09:16</strong>
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				She listened becoming more and more flustered as she heard what Mr, Klutz was saying about her precious boy. When he finished she went up to him :<br><br>"Well I never! I do believe you must be talking about some other boy! My Dukey would NEVER harm a woman, and for SURE not a pretty one like your daughter! 'And my son said something about you were going to sand him to death and I am QUITE sure he did not come up with those words himself!!"<br><br>Mr. Klutz was hardly paying any attention to her. He had turned back to work on his shelves and this made Sukey very upset.<br><br>"Well! I don't want my boy getting serious about a young lady when her father doesn't even have the decency to turn around and look at whomever is talking to him!"<br><br>Sukey turned around to march out to her truck. She was going to leave or at least sit in her truck until Dukey came out. She rummaged around in her purse but couldn't find her keys. She was now getting REALLY frustrated this whole day beginning to be too much for he! She marched back into the Klutz's house looking on the floor for her keys when finally she just sat down in a chair in the kitchen and began to cry. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 03:25:08</strong>
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				Dukey looked into Clara's lovely green eyes, and then glanced quickly back toward the house, as his mother stormed off into it. He felt Clara's hand on his fist, and opened it, taking her hand in his own, before being led off toward the barn. That's when he finally became aware of the mud, only by stepping directly into it. He sighed softly as his feet sank to the level of his ankles, and he took another step, only to drop in, to his shins.<br><br>He thought <em>at least there was no need for chivalry, or violence. And at least this wasn't a pile of dung.</em><br><br>No sooner had he extricated himself from the dirty water, than his boots landed smack in some manure. He rolled his eyes and looked skyward, as if to say <em>Why me, Lord?</em> He hastily wiped off his boots on the ground and followed Clara into the barn. He looked around, seeing many familiar pieces of equipment, from saddles and spurs, to a riding crop and lengths of rope. He spotted a&nbsp; friendly-looking horse in the stable, and went to stroke the animal's mane, only to be nipped at. The horse stomped a hoof, and snorted. Dukey immediately backed away, turning back to Clara, and brushing her dark, wavy hair away from her face with his fingertips. He finally got a better look at her, and found her to be more attractive than he had at first.<br><br>But what was he doing here, with her? She couldn't be out of her mid-twenties (a gentleman wouldn't ask a lady her exact age), and he was still angry at Mr. Klutz and himself, for various reasons.<br><br>"Are you alright, Ms. Klutz...Clara?" was all he could think to say.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 03:39:27</strong>
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				Mr. Klutz did not react to her little rant about her son being an angel and he stood ready to correct her and then she made the comment about him not looking at her and that frustrated him, he had said his piece. What else did she want from him? So when she left he followed after her up the stairs and to the kitchen. He hated to see a woman cry, absolutely despised it since it was the one thing that always got to him. And this was of course no exception, he went over to her as she sat at his table. He stood there with an apologetic look on his face.<br><br>"I am sorry. But I would not lie to a pretty thing like you. He was just overreacting is all."&nbsp; He sat at the chair across from her, his hands pulling out a very clean white handkerchief from his pocket. He slid it across the table towards the desirable older woman that he could not help but feel weak around at the moment because she was crying. His clothes were covered in some saw dust from when he had been making the shelf. This gave the room the smell of freshly cut wood, bit none of this dust was on the handkerchief.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 04:01:59</strong>
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				Sukey looked up through her tear stained eyes when Mr. Klutz apologized to her and called her a "pretty thing". Why she hadn't been called such a nice compliment in a very long time! Her small hand reached out to take his hanky and she lifted it to her nose and she blew into it hard and not very dainty like and then lifted it to her eyes to dry them.<br><br>"Why th...thank you , Mr. Klutz. That was&nbsp; very nice compliment." <br>She looked up at him. He was a pretty good looking older gentleman, although he was kind of dusty .Still..he had been wood working and that meant he was kind of handy around the house.<br><br><em>Why Sukey Pookie where on EARTH is your mind wandering to! You should be ashamed of yourself jumping the rope..no..that's not how it goes..jumping the broom...nope ,,that's not it either..it's..it's ...jumping the gun! yup..jumping the gun like that!!</em><br><br>She started to get embarassed and she could feel her cheeks getting red. Why she hadn't blushed in such a long time she couldn't remember the last time! Her and raised to her cheek..and she gave Mr. Klutz the prettiest smile. <br><br>"Well...I should be gettin home. Maybe this was all a big misunderstandin. " She stood up..."Why don't you and that pretty daughter of yours come to dinner tomorrow night at my house?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 04:17:03</strong>
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				Clara stifled a laugh when Dukey tried to pet the aging work horse, Piranha.&nbsp; When Dukey turned facing her, pushing her hair out of her eyes her hand reached up to his. He asked if she was alright. She set her jaw before speaking.<br><br>“Dukey, I'm not alright. Today has been one disaster after another. This morning I fell in the shower tearing my shower curtain to shreds. The accident with your car was the best and the worst. The ride home with Daddy given me nothing but silence. I tried to get in his workshop, ended up breaking the file inside the doorknob, went to the barn to see Bruce, and the bastard sneezed all over my lucky dress. And the last straw, I went to shower and had forgotten a new shower curtain.” <br><br>Clara pulled her hand from his walked over to the bale of hay and sat down. “The best part of my day Dukey was meeting you. And I even ruined that. I am a klutz. Born with the name and living up to it on almost a daily basis. Since then, I have no one but Daddy in my life, because everyone in town is afraid of me like I am some monster.” She couldn't go on the tears welled up and she cried. Clara stood up ran over to Dukey she slipped on some oil from the old tractor falling into Dukey. The force of her fall caused her to land on top of Dukey, on a stack of hay. Sadly the stench rose quite quickly, it was the dung pile that she had forgotten to shovel into the wagon from Piranha's stall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 04:52:09</strong>
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				He began to walk towards her as she started to cry, meaning to comfort her, eyeing Pirahna warily, when all of a sudden, he landed on his back with Clara on top of him. "What the...?" he blurted, startled. Then the odor hit him. <em>Not more crap,</em> he thought.<br><br>The feel of her body against his, along with the stricken look on her beautiful face, was more than he could handle, and he hugged her close, despite the aroma of horse manure covering them. He suddenly realized that holding her, along with his memory of seeing her naked in the shower earlier, was causing a swelling in his pants. He hoped and prayed to God that she didn't notice. After all, they just met. He quickly thought about baseball, his grandmother looking at him disapprovingly, anything to reverse the arousal he was feeling.<br><br>It worked...for now, as he blocked everything out but his desire to make things right. "You did not ruin anything that can't be fixed. And definitely not with me, Clara. I'm here, aren't I?" he stated, matter-of-factly. "I just wanted you to know that...well, that is...I wanted to say that I'm sorry if <strong>I</strong> ruined anything. I don't want your Daddy to be mad at me, or hate me. Maybe Mom is having better luck..." He couldn't see how anyone could <em>not</em> be having better luck than the two of them, at this point.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 05:47:29</strong>
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				She looked at Dukey with adoring eyes, the smell had no affect on her, she lived on the farm since her birth. Clara only heard his words, she hadn't ruined anything. He was here! She was on top of him her legs between his. She felt something she had not felt before. “What the heck? Dukey, are you trying to mate me like Jerry mates with Brilla?” She asked at Dukey, with a surprised look. Once the words were out, she couldn't take them back. “Jerry and Brilla are in their separate cages. They go at it all the time if we don't separate them.”<br><br>Clara started to unbutton Dukey's shirt. “I need to get you a change of clothes Dukey, let's get you undressed, and I will wash your clothes while you wait here.” She pulled a clean horse blanket off the shelf, setting it on the stool. “Well don't just lie there Dukey!, Off with your clothes.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 06:22:42</strong>
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				"But...wait, don't..." he protested as Clara began to remove his shirt, trying to think straight, after all he'd been through recently, just in the last few minutes. It really hadn't been that long since he'd been ready to defend himself and his mother. He wondered what she and Mr. Klutz were talking about, knowing Mom had a temper when it came to him. A temper to match Clara's Daddy, it would seem. And now, Clara was practically demanding he disrobe, right here, right now, in the middle of a barn with a mean-spirited horse named after a mean-spirited fish.<br><br><em>The impetuosity of youth,</em> he idly thought. "Well, don't just lie there, Dukey! Off with your clothes," she said, and he reluctantly obeyed, hoping he remembered to wear underwear, and clean underwear, at that. He sighed a little in relief as he kicked off his boots, lowered his jeans, and found that he had his good boxers on. However, he thought they were the polka-dot ones, but it turned out he had worn the boxers with the little hearts on them. He pulled his shirt off as well, revealing his broad shoulders, well-defined chest and abdominals, which came from years of lifting heavy machinery and carrying crates of supplies. He bundled up his shirt and jeans and handed them carefully to Clara.<br><br>Now, exposed as he was, and mildly scared of being found out, he looked Clara over and couldn't help himself. His manhood sprang to attention, despite his best efforts to stop it. He blushed, and turned away, thinking to cover himself with the horse blanket. It was too soon for this...entirely too soon, but then, what else could he do?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 06:50:02</strong>
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				Clara watched Dukey undress. Living on a farm she had seen everything. Reproduction organs meant new life, that was all. Dukey's manhood springing to attention only meant one thing to her. He wanted to mate. She looked him up and down. She smirked a little, “Dukey, you don't need to blush. I think you are beautiful, and I know you want to mate with me. It is perfectly natural.”<br><br>She pulled the blanket away from Dukey, and stared. She felt a warm sensation she had never felt before. She touched Dukey's well formed body, his muscles were so tight. She dropped his clothes on the barn floor as her hands traveled across his body. “You sure do look different Dukey,” she said quietly. <br><br>Clara handed him the blanket. “I will be right back, I, should throw these clothes in the washer.” Clara grabbed his clothes and ran as fast as she could to the house, past her Daddy and Sukey.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 07:54:17</strong>
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				Sukey was waiting for Mr. Klutz to agree to come to dinner when Clara ran past her holding clothes in her hand. <br><br>"My your daughter is in a hurry Mr. Klutz and she has my Dukey's shirt and jeans in her hands!" Sukey nodded not realzing what she had just said.<br><br>She was smiling at Mr. Klutz when her words started to sink in :<br><br>"Wait! " her smile started to fad. "If she has his pants and shirt..what is HE wearing?" She gasped loudly and her hand went to cover her mouth. She turned and ran out the door screaming at the top of her lungs:<br><br>"Dukey Pookie!!!!!"<br><br>She&nbsp; ran into the barn and to her horror she saw her only son stripped naked except for his boxers AND he was covered in manure as if he had been rolling around in it.<br><br>"Dukie Pookie!" she went to him and caught his ear and pulled. "You are coming home with me right now! Before Mr. Klutz sees you and pulls out his sander and does us both in!!"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 09:04:35</strong>
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				Dukey winced as his ear was roughly grabbed. "Ow!...Ow, Mom, ow! Let go...She just went to wash my clothes, after I fell in some of Piranha's poo, that's all...ow!"<br><br>"Mom, maybe you could keep Mr. Klutz distracted while I go hide in the truck. Sound fair? Anyway, I need my cell phone from my pocket and...I left them my number, just in case."<br><br>He was even more embarassed, now, but his own mother had seen him naked before. He waited patiently, and in pain, for her to release her grip on his ear. "I promise, I'll go straight to Belle, get in the truck, and wait for you. I won't cause any trouble, Mom. As long as he doesn't see me like this, we should be fine, right?"<br><br>He did, however, have plans to disconnect the battery on the truck if all else failed, but he said nothing about that, waiting to see what would happen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 11:16:33</strong>
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				It was much too late to stop the inevitable, just as the words of inviting her over for the dinner for the night she had left him at the table and ran over to the barn, he ran over right after just as she was warning Dukey what exactly she thought was going to happen to them both if he had found them out, and the sight of the man covered in manure in nothing filled his eyes. He was not furious he was much more frustrated.<br><br>"Goodness, son! You need to clean yourself up." he was frustrated but it was not healthy for him to stand there covered in manure so Mr.Klutz went to run off so that he could grab the hose and then return, he pointed the hose at Dukey and fired, he had no idea it was going to hit the boy, but he was going to try to get him clean.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 14:01:42</strong>
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				To her horror, Mr. Klutz followed her out to the barn so it was WAY too late to do anything except stand there. And to her utter mortification when Mr. Klutz turned on the hose it actually hit HER the force of the hose actually knocking her down into the manure pile so now she was soaking wet AND her backside was covered in manure! And she happened to be wearing her prettiest white blouse and a long black and white skirt and when the water hit her blouse it made it see through! That morning Sukey couldn't find a white bra to wear so she put on her frilly, lacey purple one so when the water soaked her, guess what Mr. Klutz and her son saw? Yup- that's right- they saw her lovely purple, lacey bra as if she wasn't wearing a shirt at all!<br><br>"Well..I never!" she started sputtering shaking her head- her fingers going to clear the water out of her eyes so she could see.<br><br>"Mr. Klutz, this is the MOST unfriendliest thing anyone has done to me! It's just..why..it's not..I mean!! and Sukey burst into tears! She came over here to help her son and this nasty Mr. Klutz..well..she was going to agree with Dukey..he WAS a monster!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 14:27:15</strong>
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				No sooner had the words left his lips, than Dukey saw Mr. Klutz enter the barn, with a look of frustration on his face. He covered himself as best he could with his arms, one hand over his crotch and the other across his chest. He heard the words of Clara's Daddy echo in his ears: <em>Goodness, son! You need to clean yourself up.</em><br><br>Dukey stood as tall, proud and confident as he could manage with his mother still holding him by the ear, as the hose was brought in, aimed and used to completely douse both of them. Thankfully, the cold water instantly killed his erection. That was one less thing he would have to worry about, and he was glad that neither of them seemed to notice it before he was able to conceal the fact of his arousal. He turned around to allow the hose to be used on his backside, which is where it was most needed.<br><br>Once the impromptu bathing was complete, he went to his weeping mother to comfort her. He suddenly realized that Mr. Klutz had used the word 'son', and thought it an odd thing, since his father had left when he was very young. He knew, however, that in this case, the term was meant more as an elder simply addressing someone younger, and gave it no more thought than that.<br><br>Dripping wet, still, he approached Mr. Klutz, extending a hand as he had upon first meeting the man, and said, "Thank you, sir, for understanding. I mean no disrespect to you or your daughter, and apologize for any damage I caused." He hoped that this time, the handshake would be accepted. He was fully prepared for it to be dismissed again, and stood ready to defend himself, should the need arise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 18:13:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara was checking Dukey's pockets when she heard the screaming and yelling, and left the clothes where they were.&nbsp; What she saw was to her the funniest scene from SNL comedy show and she busted a gut, she couldn't stop from laughing. She grabbed the hose from her Daddy, and turned it on him. Soaking him and squealing when she surprised them all.<br><br>“Oh Daddy! You're all wet,” she laughed. Then Clara turned the hose onto herself, she wanted to have fun with a potential threat looming in the distance. She turned to Sukey, “Oh Sukey look at your pretty clothes. Everyone come to the house, I will wash and dry our clothes. Dukey can borrow some of Daddy's clothes and Sukey, I still have some of Momma's clothes, if you want to dress before dinner? There is a nice roast in the oven and fresh vegetables. You might as well stay, we all have to eat, anyways, Right Daddy?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 01:31:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Klutz had not meant to spray Sukey with the hose, it kind of just happened. And the very beautiful woman was pushed to the ground soaked from head to toe with her lingerie being exposed to his eyes. Mr. Klutz took the glance of her body, he blushed a bit as he looked at her. She was sexy with all of those see through clothes and that seductive form of hers. He was about to offer a hand to Sukey when Dukey approached him with a hand which he promptly shook.<br><br>"Don't let is happen again." He requested before his daughter came and shot him up with the water from the hose. His work clothes quickly got wet and he smiled at his daughter.<br><br>"Yes, Clara. I am all wet." He admitted with a bit of a smile. He offered his hand down to Sukey. "I shall show you where the clothes are, Clara make sure that the roast gets finished and such, I am sure you know what to do, Princess." He called her by his little pet name for her. He would have touched upon her shoulder if his hands were not being offered to Sukey at the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 03:12:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sukey was so proud of her son, she was just beaming watching him&nbsp; apologize and offer a handhake and Mr. Klutz accepted! And he was even lending his hand to help Sukey when that ninconpoop daughter of his took the hose and doused herself with water, on purpose! And then on her father..what has that girl been drinking I wonder! Sukey was thinking the girl was 1 or 2 french fries short of a 6 pack..whatever that meant but it sure seemed to fit! Sukey shook her head but then she was touched by how Mr. Klutz didn't yell when Clara got HIM all wet too! He just called her Princess and kept his cool! Sukey extended her hand so he could help her up..<br><br>"Why thank you Mr. Klutz and I do believe that is a lovely idea for Dukey and me to join you and your pretty daughter for dinner. We can get to know each other better!"<br><br>She gave him her prettiest smile and not being aware that he could see her bra as if she wasn't wearing a shirt, Sukey folded her arm over his and walked into the house with him.<br><br>"Now Mr. Klutz if you will just give me a towel so I can dry off. I will wait for Clara to bring me some clothes I can change into. ACHOO! ACHOO!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 01:10:35</strong>
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				Dukey was relieved when Mr. Klutz shook his hand and stated, "Don't let it happen again," and then turned his attention to Sukey.<br><br>Dukey turned, and began to speak. "See, Mom? I told you I..." He suddenly realized he was staring at his very own mother's sopping wet body, with her now nearly-transparent blouse and purple undergarments. He froze, in shocked silence for a moment, and quickly snapped out of it, exclaiming, "Oh, my! Mom, that's..." He was about to say 'indecent', but instead he simply averted his gaze, and saw Clara, also wet from head to toe. He didn't know what to think about this seeming change in the general mood, but he was pleased with it, the way things currently stood between them all.<br><br>He smiled as Mr. Klutz and his mother returned toward the house, and quickly followed them, eager to get into some warm, dry clothes, even if they did belong to a man he had so recently thought was going to murder him.<br><br>Sukey sneezed twice, and he glanced over, and with instinctive manners, said, "Gesundheit, Mom! I hope you're not coming down with a cold."<br><br>He waited patiently for Clara to tend to the assignments she had been given by her Daddy, still somewhat embarrassed about this whole situation. But it couldn't be helped, and so he directed his attention to his surroundings, and made an effort to straighten up the rug he had tripped over, and set things upright that had fallen over. It was the least he could do. He stood up and looked around at the various pictures and decorations on the walls. Some appeared to be photographs of the Klutzes, from many years ago, looking very happy together.<br><br>He made a mental note to ask Mr. Klutz about them, at dinner. He smelled the roast, and his mouth watered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 02:11:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara nodded to her Daddy and rushed in to get Sukey some clothes. She went to her room into her Momma's chest, carefully she took out one of her Momma's favorite summer dress. It was light blue with tiny white hearts in the material. She also pulled out some undergarments that Momma had never opened. Clara looked upward whispered “Thank you Momma, you must have seen this coming,” She closed the chest carefully. <br><br>She took the clothes to Sukey, “You can change in my room if you would like to Sukey. I am sorry about the torn shower curtain. I need to get another soon. There are clean towels, a new brush and comb, everything you need for a nice shower. Dinner will be ready in about forty-five minutes.”<br><br>Clara entered the kitchen and checked the roast. It was close to being done. She went to Momma's hutch and pulled out the dishes, glasses, then the silverware carefully. Her thoughts wandered back to the last time she saw the table fully set. It was before her Momma's illness. She let out a sigh, and continued setting the table.<br><br>The dinner now ready, She placed the carving knife next to the roast on the oval dish, on the side table. Her roast was surrounded by potatoes, carrots, and celery. Clara carefully ladled the gravy into the gravy boat, added the lid and placed it on the table. She checked the oven and pulled out the home made dinner rolls and let them&nbsp; set before breaking apart. <br><br>Clara saw Dukey fixing up the room, and walked over to him. “I am really sorry about the mess I made of things today Dukey, but I am glad you are still here. Would you go upstairs to my room and let your Mom know dinner will be served shortly.? Oh, and I would knock first, she is changing her clothes.”<br><br><div align="center">(http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x390/syblwon/hugs%20and%20more%20for%20Elliquiy/sybbies%20experiments/Thrill%20Me/KookyPookies/kpookys-table.jpg)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 07:31:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He turned away from his musings of the photos in their ornate frames, careful not to touch any, and besides, his arms and hands were still wrapped protectively around himself, covering his near-nakedness. He didn't know whether to be amused, that he was in his mid-30's and still uncomfortable with his own body...or embarrassed that he was in his mid-30's and still uncomfortable with his own body. "Uhhh...I hope I don't have to spend dinner in just my underwear, Clara." He still hadn't been loaned anything to wear.<br><br>He smiled warmly at her, and said, "I knew there was something 'special' about you from the moment I met you. That's why I'm still here...well, that and the fact that all the belongings I started the day with are about to get washed. You did take my cellphone out of my pocket, right?" He gazed into her eyes and his smile widened, cheerfully. "Actually, just tell me where the laundry room is and I'll grab it on my way to tell Mom about dinner."<br><br>Dukey thought again about seeing Clara showering, and then of the glimpse he got of his mother, in a state that the Girls Gone Wild crew would be proud of, and said nothing of either, instead replying, "of course I'll knock first, anything less would be uncivilized."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 07:47:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara stared at Dukey a moment. “Oh my gawd, you're not dressed!” She screamed, “Daddy!!!!! Get Dukey some dry clothes.” Calmer, looking at Dukey, “I swear that man is getting senile. I'm sorry Dukey, go down the hall, first door on the left is Daddy's room." <br><br>"For crying out loud, dinner is almost ready.&nbsp; And no one is dressed!” she was all flustered with Dukey being next to naked standing there. Clara handed Dukey his cell phone and keys off the shelf, and went into the kitchen her cheeks now bright red. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 11:20:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dukey took his cell phone and keys, and proceeded as directed, down the hall and knocked on the first door on the left. "Mr. Klutz, sir? I hate to bother you, but could I borrow some of your clothes while mine are being cleaned? I would be much obliged. I'll be back in a minute, for them. I have to let Mom know about dinner. By the way, it's almost ready, sir."<br><br>He turned and went to the bathroom, where his mother was changing after her shower, his memory of where it was correct from when he had inadvertently spied on Clara earlier. He knocked again, this time asking, "Mom? Are you ready? Dinner's almost on the table."<br><br>He returned once again to Mr. Klutz's room, and waited patiently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 21:12:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time Dukey got to his room, he was gone, carrying the boy's clothes in his hand as he took the other route to the kitchen, where he walked in the room to see no Dukey in sight. He frowned a bit, not really understanding how he was not there. Yet, considering that he was in a state of undress, he was kind of glad that he was not just hanging around Clara. He figured that Dukey was possibly in the bathroom. So he headed over to it. His hand came along the door knob and pulled it open.<br><br>He looked in and stared for a moment at what should be but not what necessarily was&nbsp; inside there. After this long century of time, he pulled his eyes away from the open bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him. "John, you shouldn't have stood there so long. Now all she think is that you are a pervert." His back was leaned up against the door, his hands at his sides with all of the clothes he intended for Dukey. He wondered what she was going to do.<br><br>He just hoped that it wasn't that she was angry and preparing to do evil things to him. He had not meant to open the door and see her like that. It was an accident.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 22:36:57</strong>
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				Sukey was drying herself off. She had taken off her wet shirt and bra and her skirt and was standing there with her top naked and only her pretty purple lace panties on. She did have a thing for pretty under things and purple was her favorite color so of course almost EVERYTHING she owned in under garments was purple. The door opened and she expected to see Clara there with dry clothes for her when meeting her gaze was none other than Mr. Klutz as he caught a view of her naked breasts. Her cheeks turned scarlet as she pulled the towel up to cover herself. She looked him square in the eyes:<br><br>"Well..I see you have clothes for my Dukey...and I am SURE you were expecting him in here and not me..so..as you have been mistaken..would you mind letting me finish so that I can go down to dinner soon?"<br><br>Sukey's tongue was a bit sharp- more out of embarassment and not being with a man in too many years than she could count. She was actually kind of flattered that all Mr. Klutz could do was stand there and stare. She hoped he got a GOOD look and it pleased him to want more!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 01:01:10</strong>
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				Dukey waited for what was an unusually long time, then rapped sharply with the knuckles of his index and middle fingers on the solid door to Mr. Klutz's room.<br><br>"Mr. Klutz? Are you in there?" He wondered how he could have missed the man. He had only been gone a moment, to notify his mother of the prepared dinner waiting for them.<br><br>Hearing no response from within, he cautiously turned the knob, finding the door opened right up to him. Inside were several beautifully carved and crafted wooden objects of all sorts, and Dukey found himself caught up in amazement. But there was no sign of Mr. Klutz anywhere, except for some small tools scattered around what appeared to be the newest creation.<br><br>He noticed that the closet was open, and some garments seemed to have been moved aside, empty hangers between them. He figured that Mr. Klutz must be looking for him at that very moment. He thought the most likely place he could be would be the bathroom, and was stumped as to how he could have gone by him without seeing him. <em>The old man must be a ninja in his spare time, too,</em> Dukey mused.<br><br>He went to the closet quickly and pulled out some items that looked to be a good fit and put them on, before he proceeded to the bathroom for the second time, only to find Mr. Klutz hurriedly shutting the door, and then leaning back against the wall, looking pale, yet wide-eyed. "Umm...sir? Are you alright? Mr. Klutz, sir?" Dukey waved his hand in front of the man's face, but he just stared at the closed door. Dukey shrugged and returned to the kitchen, starting to shiver as he felt the cool mid-afternoon breeze blowing across his skin. Finally finding Clara in the kitchen, busily setting the table, he said, "I think your father might not be feeling well. He's outside the bathroom, looking drained and staring at the door. Is he prone to spells like this?"<br><br>"Maybe his blood sugar is low..." was all Dukey could think to suggest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 18:41:02</strong>
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				Clara couldn't believe what Dukey just asked. She said, “Daddy doesn't have spells. And he is not a diabetic.&nbsp; Are you deaf? Didn't you hear Sukey? This house has vents, you can hear a pin drop, if you ears are open. Gee whiz, Daddy must have looked for you, and went into the bathroom. He got a good look at your naked Mom by the sounds of things.”<br><br>Clara started laughing. “It's Klutz karma. I got to see you nekkid as a jay bird born in spring, and Daddy got to see Sukey, naked as the day she was born.” Clara smiled, sliced off a piece of the roast, walked over to Dukey, “Open up,” she fed him the roast, careful to slide one finger past his lips, with the roast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 01:14:48</strong>
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				"No...I'm not deaf, Clara. I guess all this nudity and hunger is playing tricks with my mind," Dukey admitted sheepishly,"but he was just standing there, so I thought...oh, never mind!"<br><br>"Klutz karma, huh? I don't believe in that kinda stuff, although..." he trailed off, his voice lowering to a barely audible level, "that psychic seemed to be telling the truth." He looked up at Clara, as she turned away and carved off a piece of meat, and then turned back to face him, raising it to his mouth and saying, "Open up." He had barely enough time to do so, before she stuffed the roast in between his teeth, pushing with a finger. He almost choked on it, but didn't. Instead, he sucked her finger slowly, closing his lips over it, and using his tongue to lick the meat juices off.<br><br>He swirled his tongue all around that single digit, and the corners of his mouth curled upward, before releasing her finger. He smiled brightly and casually remarked, "Yum, Clara...you make a mighty fine roast. I can't wait to have some more of it." He sighed softly. "Now, where are those two?" He shook his head slowly, and inquired, "If you'll excuse me for a moment, Clara? I'm gonna make a quick call to a friend of mine. I haven't heard from him in ages."<br><br>He stepped outside, entered the number on his cell phone, hit send, and held it up to his ear. "Hey, Bubba!...Yeah, it's Dukey. How are you, you rascal?... ... Good, good, me too... ... Listen, I just wanted to get in touch with you... ... no, nothing's wrong, in fact I have some good news... ... I'll tell you about it later... ... Alright, later man!" Dukey hit end, and went back into the house, to find Clara putting the finishing touches on what looked to be a wonderful meal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 02:44:28</strong>
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				“I don't believe in karma either Dukey, I was just being funny.” Clara looked at her finger the one Dukey had been licking. She turned away from him only a moment as her cheeks flushed red. This is two times today Dukey Pookie made her blush.<br><br>Clara heard his remark about the roast, she turned to face him, “Thank you.” She was about to give him another bite, when he excused himself to make a call. “Where are those two parents of ours?” she asked herself. She pulled the cheesecake out of the refrigerator, with the fresh strawberries she picked before going to the Tractors Are Us store, whipped the heavy cream for the strawberries, in case Sukey and Dukey didn't eat cheesecake.<br><br>She turned to see Dukey come back in. “Dukey, I don't know what is going on upstairs with Daddy and Sukey. Would you like to go outback, and sit on the porch swing with me until they show up? Daddy always knows that's where I sit when I wait for him.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 06:33:02</strong>
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				At that moment Sukey appeared in the kitchen.<br><br>"Hey you 2! What cha both doin? " She went over to the stove.."Oh my gosh , little girl, whatever you been makin sure smells out of this world! "<br><br>Sukey took the fork nearby and like a typical mother, irregardless who's kitchen it was, she stuck the fork in pulling out a piece of the meant and placing it in her mouth.<br><br>"Mmmmm! You are going to make some man a wonderful cook..I mean..wife!" She turned back to look at Clara.."So...when do we sit down and eat..I'm starvin!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 06:58:01</strong>
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				“Hello Sukey.. I mean Mrs. Pookie. Daddy went to try to give Dukey some clothes, and he hasn't showed his face back here yet. If you would like to sit down with us outside, you're more than welcome. I am sure Daddy will show up soon. He loves my roast.” Clara smiled at Dukey's Mom, then at Dukey.<br><br>“Please forgive my manners. Would y'all like something to drink? I have fresh coffee made, Ice Tea, Raspberry Lemonade, and Water. Your choice.”<br><br>Clara felt it best not to mention hearing her and Daddy's shocking conversation upstairs in the bathroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 09:56:16</strong>
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				Mr. Klutz came downstairs and placed the clothes over in Dukey's lap. He had collected himself and had changed and showered his own clothes after making a slightly sly face at Sukey when she had left the bathroom earlier. He could vividly remember what her breasts looked like without having to even close his eyes, they had been so perfect and so inviting that the 39 year old was sure to be amazed to know that she was over forty. However, age was nothing but a&nbsp; number to him, though when he married Clara's mother she had been 2 years younger than him.<br><br>He did not like thinking about his wife all that much so his mind reverted to its previous rather focused topic of Sukey's breasts, things which he was having a hard time not looking at as he looked around the room at everyone else who all seemed to be a little more focused on other things. It seemed that his daughter had planned to go sit outside on the swing, but since he was back there was no need.<br><br>Sukey was tasting some meat, and it turned him red at the thought of other things that she could taste that were meat related though they were much more alive than the meat she had just popped into her mouth. "Clara, are the boobs....I mean the roast ready?" The thing that was on his mind was clear to all those in the room though not all of them would get the context of it. He hoped they hadn't but he expected that they had. This made him make the decision to say nothing else but just sit down at the table, he looked at the arranged set that Clara had put down. It was very beautiful and he commended his daughter for the urge to want to use their best set.<br><br>He pulled a chair out at the right side of the table, it was a chair that sat a little higher than the others and established his dominance as the head of the household, or at least that was what he had hoped it established. But since it looked like some high school student's wood shop experiment, it was not all that nice and polished looking like you would expect it to be. However, he was thinking that the respect would come more from the fact that he had made the chair himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 11:56:28</strong>
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				Clara looked at her Daddy. She rolled her yes, shook her head, looked at Sukey, then Dukey. Her face was bright red. She couldn't believe what he just said. She was so embarrassed her hands started to shake. “Dukey, would you pour the drinks please? And Sukey, would you please sit at the other end opposite Daddy? Dukey and I will serve you and Daddy first, Okay with you Dukey?”<br><br>She didn't wait for his answer, Clara began carving the roast. She filled 2 plates with the meat, and the vegetables. She placed one in front of her Daddy then one in front of Sukey. She filled two more plates, sat one down in front of Dukey's chair, and hers last. She placed the homemade rolls in two baskets. One in front of her Daddy and one in front of Sukey.<br><br>Clara waited for Dukey to sit down. Then she sat down. Clara looked at everyone at the table. “If you need anything else, just ask, I will get it for you. Enjoy the meal.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 20:10:45</strong>
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				""Clara, are the boobs....I mean the roast ready?" <br><br>Sukey stiffled a giggle at his blunder and was actually pleased that Mr. Klutz couldn't stop thinking about her even if it WAS that particular part of her anatomy!<br><br>Sukey nodded at Clara's request to sit opposite Mr. Klutz. She took the long way around the table so she first had to pass by Mr. Klutz chair. She ran her hand over the back of his chair. <br><br>"Mmm...did you make this, Mr. Klutz? You certainly are a talented man! I wouldn't mind having a set of these in MY dining room!" And Sukey meant every word of it! She liked the rough hand made chairs. They were one of a kind and she was all for things that were unusual! I mean..just look at her boy!! She looked at Dukey with such pride!<br><br>She made her way to sit down and waited as Clara prepared the plates for everyone and then handed her a plate.<br><br>"Why my dear..this looks and smells SOOO good! You can cook for me anytime!"<br><br>Sukey got up and reached over the table to get a roll. What she didn't realize is that left breast dipped into the gravy boat and there was gravy all around her left nipple. She sat down as if nothing happened and she lifted her knife to butter the roll noticing it . She took her napkin to wipe the outside of her blouse over her breast right in front of everyone! <br><br>"Oh glory be! You can dress me up but you can't take me out!"<br><br>The gravy left a stain: a circle around her left breast which made it look like her nipple was the bullseye!! Sukey just went right on eating as if it didn't make any difference!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 01:01:50</strong>
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				Clara jumped up and got Sukey a cold wet cloth. “Oh Sukey, here, use this.” She stared at Dukey, then started to laugh. <br><br>“See what you have done Dukey! If you had not come down that Isle and rescued me from my mishap, none of this would have happened.” Then looking at her daddy, she laughed again, “Daddy! Stop staring at Sukey like that!” She had to sit down.&nbsp; She couldn't stop laughing.<br><br>“I have to say this, Dukey Pookie could you imagine us having children, with my Daddy and your Mom as their grand parents?” <br><br>Suddenly Clara realized what she said, her face turned ten shades of red, looked at Dukey again, then apologized. <br><br>“I'm sorry Dukey, I shouldn't have said such a thing. It, slipped out. Heck, you might already have a brood waiting at home. I bet your wife would be mad knowing I got to see you all naked. But, I would tell her you have a mighty fine, um.. I mean, well.....”<br><br>Clara looked down, then at him again, “what I mean Dukey, is you sure are a handsome man.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 07:45:05</strong>
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				Dukey watched with an amused air, and was silenced by the sight of his Mom with a gravy stain around her nipple. It reminded him of when he had been breast-fed for the first few years of his life, back when they didn't have much, before he managed to get a good job and save up enough money to help with his share, to bring home the bacon, so to speak. And it was good bacon, fresh from the turkey, being raised to respect all religious faiths. Good thing no one knew that he was underage, as he'd always seemed mature, and wise beyond his years. Perhaps that was why he had trouble fitting in with others his own age. That, and he had a caring family, who looked after one another, and he got paid in cash, so he never had to pay taxes, and he couldn't be traced and get in trouble for starting work the day after his 8th birthday.<br><br>He also thought of other women he'd known...like Michelle, the one-eyed little person, with the big personality...and Katie, the hard-drinkin' trucker's daughter who'd shown him about the special dealings between a man and a woman. Ahh, those were the days, but he'd never had the true pleasure to meet someone the likes of Clara Klutz. Such innocence and charm he had yet to see. She was someone special. He snapped out of his reverie as he was asked to pour the drinks, which he respectfully did, starting with Mr. Klutz's, then Sukey's, serving them the first of the wine, which he had heard was the best, being freshest, and the most intoxicating. Then he poured some in Clara's glass and his own, finally.<br><br>He sat while everything around him was seemingly going in fast-forward, still somehow hearing all that was said, and when Clara made her impromptu speech about the two of them having children, and the children having Sukey and Mr. Klutz as grandparents, followed by her abrupt apology, he put up a hand and shushed her, stating gently and matter-of-factly, "It's alright...I'm single...and thank you for your kind words about my appearance." He raised his glass in his other hand, and immediately proposed a toast.<br><br>"To family, and everything that makes it a family, in every sense of the word...Cheers!" He clinked his glass with everyone else, sipped his wine, and no sooner did Sukey and Mr. Klutz have their glasses away from their lips, than he was ready with the bottle again, and topped them off. He stifled the immature smirk, and instead smiled a very smooth grin, knowing that they were both famished, as well as what alcohol did on an empty stomach. He sipped his wine again slowly, careful to let it sit in his mouth and get a good taste of it, before swallowing.<br><br>He made small talk throughout the meal, about the decorations and furniture, saying the chairs were worthy of the finest antiques, and asking about the pictures on the wall, the whole time distracting his Mom and Clara's Daddy from the fact that their glasses never got any closer to empty. He chuckled and winked at Clara, unnoticed by the rest, as they both regaled all of them with stories of the past, and of what led them to their present situations.<br><br>It was starting to get dark outside, and Dukey knew that the animals would need tending in the barn at some point, and so he listened politely as he finished his dinner, barely taking more than two more swigs of his beverage.<br><br>He also finally got up the courage to ask Mr. Klutz what his first name was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 08:17:36</strong>
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				Clara watched in amused silence as Dukey so charmingly refilled the glasses of Sukey and her Daddy. She smiled as she bit into the roast. Hoping that Daddy would not spill the beans on her “secret roast.”<br><br>“Thank you Sukey and Dukey for making tonight special. It has been a long time since we had guests.”<br><br>Clara placed her hand on her Daddy's. “I love you Daddy, thank you for being such a sweetie tonight.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 03:58:14</strong>
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				Mr. Klutz looked around the table, just generally being quiet, not wanting to bother the dinner his daughter had made. His eyes looked over to regard Sukey and her little blunder, he made a little snicker at it, but felt it rude after what had occurred earlier to mention the fact that he had been staring at her breasts once more. He looked away, making sure to look down on his food that he was enjoying with nice large bites. Not bites that were rude to make, but near at those limits.<br><br>Mr. Klutz had good manners and after years of being a klutz, he knew how to keep himself in control. He knew to keep a napkin in his lap at all times, kept his elbows from the table and took his bites as carefully as he could. All of this was to ensure that he was going to stay nice and proper throughout the dinner. He wanted to comment on so many things, but he bit his tongue and stayed as quiet as he could. <br><br>He had participated in the toast, but added nothing to it before he took a deep sip of his drink to get it all down and then like magic his glass was refilled. It had been the one thing that he noticed that he had seen that the kids had been refilling his and Sukey's drink the whole night. This made him happy. But it still had him thinking about the fact that the boy still needed that something extra before he was ever going to be willing to give his Clara over to him.<br><br>Mentioning Clara in his head, seemed to make her want to be close to him in real life or at least that was what he thought. He gave her a sweet sincere smile, and tried to pull her close for a hug and a kiss just on her forehead. After he was done, he let her go. His eyes turned over to look at the one person in the room who had asked a question, said nothing and then looked back at his daughter.<br><br>"You did a good job. You are such a good girl, Clara." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 23:45:53</strong>
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				"Here *hiccup* Here! *hiccup!* Sukey said as she raised her glass in agreement with Mr. Klutz's compliment of his daughter. Sukey put her hand to her mouth and giggled..<br><br>"Oh my!" *hiccup* <br><br>Sukey looked around. "Well that *hiccup* was a mighty fine deal..I mean meal! Can I be the dessert?" She thought a minute and shook her head..<br><br>"I mean can I BRING the dessert out for ya, Clara? *hiccup* I'm sure your Daddy would like sum suga!" Sukey looked over at him and gave him one very large, very inviting smile!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 00:48:13</strong>
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				Clara stared at Dukey, then at Sukey. “I am so glad everyone enjoyed the '<strong>Possum</strong>, it was my Momma's recipe, and I really tried hard not to mess it up.” She looked over at her daddy whose eyes appeared to be a little glazed. His comment made her beam with pride. “Aw Thank you Daddy,” Clara kissed her daddy's cheek.<br><br>“Dukey, it would be be best to call my Daddy Mr. Klutz, at least until he forgives you for whatever it was you didn't do.” <br><br>Clara spoke to her daddy next. “Now Daddy, I just want you to know, Dukey never ran me over, I ran into his car, that is the truth. I wanted to thank him proper, and invite him for dinner, for helping me at the Tractors Are Us store, and ask him to come inside the store to meet you. My klutziness as usual, got in the way. And you saw from a different angle, what actually happened.”<br><br>Turning to Mrs. Pookie, who was well, putting it bluntly, highly intoxicated, and flaunting herself without blush in front of Daddy, Dukey and her. She winked at Dukey, mouthed to him, “great job!”<br><br>“I will get the table cleared Sukey, you and Dukey are our guests, please stay seated.” Clara cleared the table of everything and brought over a second bottle of wine. She handed Dukey the corkscrew and went to get the dessert dishes, placing them in front of each person there. She cut the cheesecake, brought it and the strawberries with whipped cream over to the table.<br><br>“Please enjoy your dessert everyone,” she said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 02:09:16</strong>
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				"Oh, yes. Of course...forgive me, Mr. Klutz, for getting ahead of myself. I mean no offense or disrespect to you, and temporarily forgot my manners. It must be the wine talking."<br><br>He turned to look at Clara as she addressed her Daddy, explaining the mishap from earlier. Then he glanced at his Mom, who was quite soused, and caught Clara winking at him and praising his efforts silently. He knew Sukey got to be flirty when she was drunk, but this was more than he expected. <em>She must really like Mr. Klutz,</em> he thought. <em>After being alone so long, it's understandable that she would be attracted to a strong man such as Clara's Daddy.</em><br><br>"Now, Mom. Don't you think you've had enough?" Dukey asked as he casually uncorked the second wine bottle, and deliberately filled his own glass first, to alleviate suspicion, then filled Sukey's, and left the open bottle in the middle of the table, in case Clara or Mr. Klutz wanted more. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that Mr. Klutz had caught on to his ploy, and so left him the option of refilling.<br><br>"Everything was delicious, so far, Clara...especially the," he paused as it suddenly hit him what he had just eaten, and gagged a little, "er, possum. I can only imagine the dessert as being the finest delight." He was going to follow up with <em>...much like yourself</em>, but caught himself just in time.<br><br>He eyed the dessert with some suspicion, after he had just found out he had probably eaten road-kill roast. It appeared to be your average, everyday cheesecake, which he loved, along with strawberries and whipped cream...the perfect complement to a well-made cheesecake. He helped himself to some of everything, taking a strawberry and dipping it into the whipped cream, and reaching across the table in front of Mr. Klutz, toward Clara, saying, "open wide," as he purposely smeared some of the thick, white cream on her lips. "Oops...not wide enough..." He waited for her to take a bite, watching her lick her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 09:00:24</strong>
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				Clara watched Dukey help himself to the dessert set before him. He took a large strawberry dipped it into the whipped cream, reaching across the length of the table, in front of her daddy, he told her to “open wide.” <br><br>Clara opened her mouth and he smeared some of the whipped cream on her lips.&nbsp; She licked her lips and she sucked that strawberry seductively into her mouth her tongue sliding across Dukey's fingers. Clara chewed the juicy berry,&nbsp; some of the juice slid out of her mouth, using her tongue she re-captured all the juice, then said, “oh Dukey that was sweet and so juicy, can I have another?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 09:28:24</strong>
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				Dukey idly wondered how much Clara had to drink, being barely over the legal drinking age, and judging her build to be insufficient to handle much alcohol, in the first place. She had asked him for a second strawberry, and he wasn't about to refuse. He plucked one up with his fingers, this time leaving the whipped cream behind, as he didn't want to appear overtly suggestive.<br><br>He reached over to Clara once more, seeing that she was ready for the second fruit, and he held it firmly between his thumb and middle finger as she bit down on it, this time gushing juice over his entire hand. He quickly took the other half away and wiped his hand with his napkin, popping the uneaten portion in his mouth, and nonchalantly picking up his fork, to break off a piece of cheesecake.<br><br>"Yes, well..." he hastily responded, " the animals must be getting hungry, also. Clara, shall I help you with them, once we're done eating? It seems only fair, and your Daddy wouldn't have to lift a finger, while we tend to them. And Mom, you could get to know Mr. Klutz a little better!" He watched Sukey sway slightly, her foggy gaze directed at the man who had almost broken her son's nose, again, and turned away, so that no one could see his delighted grin, acting as though he was checking his watch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 09:50:19</strong>
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				“That berry was so sweet, thank you Dukey.” Clara watched him closely as he took a bite of the cheesecake. She didn't see any crazed reactions, so she decided it was good, and took a bite of her own. She grabbed her Daddy's glass and topped it off for him, then poured a little more wine in her glass, and set the bottle down in front of Sukey.<br><br>“The animals are my responsibility Dukey, but if you would like to help, I will show you what to do. Just have to be careful of that damned, I mean Bruce, the jackass, he can be spiteful at times.” She took a sip of her wine, patted her daddy's hand. “After we finish in the barn Daddy, I will clean up the kitchen.”<br><br>Clara smiled at Sukey, then said “If you are finished Dukey, we should go now, before it gets dark. I need to bring the chickens into the barn and the smaller animals need to be locked down for the night.”<br>She stood up and gave her daddy a kiss on his cheek. Be back in a little while Daddy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 10:19:08</strong>
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				The thought of her warm, moist mouth on his fingers lingered in his memory as Dukey walked with Clara to the field, watching to make sure she didn't fall, after consuming so much wine in such a short time. They rounded up all the livestock, chasing chickens around, as they flapped and clucked like mad, and eventually arrived at the barn. No sooner did they enter, than they saw that Bruce had mounted Piranha, and was happily going at it.<br><br>He noticed that the ground was still wet from the hose earlier. He was about to tell Clara to be careful, but couldn't look away from the seemingly odd pairing, and the mating that was proceeding before his eyes. "Boy, they really know how to have a good time, don't they...?" He looked over just as she was about to step into a slick-looking puddle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 10:36:01</strong>
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				Clara saw the wet straw and stopped in time. She shook her head, “Aw shucks Dukey, aint you ever seen animals have fun? Aint nothing abnormal about it.” Clara grabbed Dukey's hand and showed him where the oats were kept. “One scoop, of oats per each four legged critter, and 2 scoops of that mix in that bin.” She still had hold of his hand when she swayed a little, falling into Dukey. <br><br>Clara wrapped her arms around his waist with her cheek against his chest. “Your heart is thumping like a train on an old track, Dukey,” she said softly. “You are so warm too.” Clara looked up into his eyes, and without a second thought she kissed him full on his mouth. “Hot damn Dukey, I have been wanting to do that all night. Especially after you gave me that strawberry.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 10:59:49</strong>
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				Dukey caught her in his arms as she fell, and steadied her as she remarked on his heart and his heat. He had to admit, he was excited, and this time, when she kissed him, it didn't matter that he was aroused, as he tasted the remaining strawberry on her lips. He placed a hand behind her head, and kissed her passionately, before releasing her, and went to get the oats and the other mix, all the while walking funny to hide his erection. If she asked, he could always blame the wine.<br><br>He fed Bruce and Piranha, careful to stay out of their way, and then walked back to Clara. He smiled and whispered, "Where were we?" as he cradled her gently in his arms and kissed her again, backing her toward the ladder up to the hay loft. He stroked up and down along her ribs, lifting the shirt and caressing the exposed skin of her lower back and hips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 11:21:16</strong>
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				Clara had never been kissed like Dukey kissed her just now. The closest she ever got was when Barney the Bull licked her face with his gooey tongue, when he was a calf. She felt a different kind of feeling in her stomach, like a gazillion butterflies just took to flight.<br><br>She leaned against the wall, while Dukey hurriedly fed the stock, avoiding Piranha's teeth. Bruce that dumb jackass was still humping the old mare. He never quit until Piranha kicked at him when she had enough. Clara giggled, then saw Dukey coming back. There was a look in his eyes she never saw before. <br><br>Before she could say anything, he said, “Where were we?”. Dukey pulled her into his arms and they floated it seemed across the barn floor. His lips never left hers, his hands causing tremors across and down, she felt his hands on her bare skin. Her back touched the ladder, and she pulled away. “Dukey, stop, we need to go up and get hay.” Clara saw that look again, and wondered what he was thinking. Her body now alive with new sensations. She could barely climb the ladder, her hands were shaking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 12:01:19</strong>
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				"Of course, we need to get hay. Shall we?" Dukey questioned as he bent down and gently maneuvered Clara into a fireman's carry over his shoulders, and began to climb the ladder, surprisingly steady. He hadn't drank much of the wine, after all. He had drank enough, though.<br><br>At the top of the ladder, he set her down on the softest looking pile of hay in the loft, and seated himself next to her, playing with her hair as he gazed into her eyes. He casually stated, "I knew there was something special about you, from the moment I saw you." He began to unbutton and unzip his, or rather Mr. Klutz's, jeans and slide them down off his legs, revealing his long manhood to her, with a smile, and returned his hand to the side of her face, and continued down from her hair, along her shoulder, squeezing gently, and down her arm, taking her hand in his. "It's okay," he said reassuringly, "Perfectly natural..." And he nibbled her earlobe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 12:58:47</strong>
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				Clara giggled as Dukey maneuvered her over his shoulder. Her blood rushed to her head slightly,&nbsp; “Don't drop me Dukey,” she laughed. She grabbed his shirt to hold on to him as he climbed the ladder. He sat her down on the hay pile so gentle and sat down next to her.&nbsp; She gave him a soft smile and gazed into his eyes. He said she was something special. That's really all she wanted to hear. She got nervous when he unbuttoned and unzipped his borrowed pants.&nbsp; “Wh-what are you doing Dukey,” she asked all nervous.” <br><br>Dukey's hand felt warm and comforting on her cheek, she calmed at his touch. Clara closed her eyes momentarily as his hand went from her cheek squeezing her shoulder tenderly. Down her arm to her hand, taking it is his. His reassuring words, ”it's okay, perfectly natural,” then nibbled her earlobe.<br><br>Clara sighed, then whispered, “Dukey, I've never been with anyone.&nbsp; I do want to be with you.”&nbsp; She kissed his cheek, her fingers traced his lips, then his jawbone never taking her gaze away from his eyes. With her free hand she unbuttoned the top four buttons on her shirt. “Kiss me again like you did down there.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 13:22:53</strong>
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				He watched her unbutton her shirt, and his stiff rod bobbed up and down, as if nodding agreement and as if to say, "Yeah, man! Go for it!"<br><br>He smiled and said, "the same way as down there? Maybe a different spot? He kissed her throat, as she undid the fastenings on her shirt, then moved up to her lips, to deliver the same passionate kiss as they had shared below. He pulled back, and asked, "like this...or this?" as he held her head close to his and traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, in a full circle.<br><br>He reached down and covered her crotch with a big hand, then, and said, "You're a virgin." More statement of fact, than question. "I don't have a problem with that, but it might hurt a little for you. I will be as gentle as possible, Clara."<br><br>He rolled over onto his knees, straddling her, his erection pointing right at her face, and he said, "just relax, and enjoy what comes after the pain."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 13:41:36</strong>
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				Clara was amazed at his gentle way he kissed her throat. His lips causing her to shiver, not from the cold, but from the heat between them. Her pulse was racing by the time he passionately kissed her, like he had down below. Dukey's questions were barely heard when he took her face in his hands. His tongue tracing her lips, both her hands went to his arms, then to his chest pulling at his shirt to expose his muscular chest.<br><br>Dukey touched her between her legs, she almost jumped up. His hand so hot, and the touch caused rippling sensation. She let out a gasp when he touched her there. She nodded she understood when he said he would be gentle as possible.<br><br>She looked at his erection, her hands softly enveloped his manhood. Caressing it, getting the feel of his hardness, she began stroking him gently. Clara was getting to know Dukey, intimately.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 14:00:00</strong>
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				Sukey watched as her son and Mr. Klutz's daughter left the table. Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice was whispering she should stop them but the voice faded fast and she looked at Mr. Klutz. She got up and went to sit next to him as her hand covered his. She smiled at him, a lazy 'come'hither smile.<br><br>"Why Mr. Klutz, I do believe the children have left us alone, whatever will we do with ourselves?"<br><br>She asked him sweetly as she gazed into his eyes- hers full of warmth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 17:01:26</strong>
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				He had a lot of things to say about the interactions he had been watching occurring right before his eyes but he did not put these comments to voice. He just simply watched, trying to gain some understanding from all that was going on. But it was a fleeting attempt, especially with the way that Dukey had made sure to keep him good and buzzed. Mr. Klutz shook his head and chuckled a little. The boy had somehow outsmarted him. It was a commendable act but still Mr.Klutz was not exactly sure what he could even do about it.<br><br>He watched them leave and in silence his eyes turned to Sukey. That beautiful woman that was sitting at the table with him. A woman that closed the distance between them and was touching him so softly. He gave her a warm happy smile. He was glad that Dukey and Clara were gone in that moment since it was just her and him. His eyes looked deep into hers.<br><br>"I have some ideas about what we could do with ourselves." He scooted his chair closer to hers and moved in close as if he was going to whisper to her. But as he got there, he took her earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it lightly before he moved down to her neck to nibble along there as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 18:17:14</strong>
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				Sukey gasped softly! She had thought Mr. Klutz might kiss her on the lips but she had NEVER expected him to be so sensual! How did he know one of her most sensitive spots was right there on her neck. <br><br>"Oh Mr. Klutz " she moaned softly. "Mmm...yes..right there!" She murmured breathlessly as her hand stroked hs arm and the nape of his neck.<br><br>It had been years since she had been touched by a man and she had wondered if it might happen if she would be frigid. Well she certainly wasn't feeling fridig..at all! Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was Mr. Kltz's touch but she wanted more! 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 02:35:16</strong>
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				Mr.Klutz whispered into her ear, something that her son did not know but had asked for. This gave her a further familiarity than her son, and he liked it that way. So far it had seemed that the boy had done all kinds of things that were keeping him from making that last step. So at a distance he was going to stay. Sukey on the other hand, was not going to stay at a distance. She was too pretty and lovable and his type for him to keep her at a distance.<br><br>This was why his teeth traveled their way to the bottom of her neck to where it just about transitioned to her shoulder and then bit down. He wanted her to carry some mark of some kind from. To let himself know that he had in fact been this close to her. His mouth held itself there for a few moments, his tongue licking along the spot while he sucked the skin into his mouth to ensure that his mark upon her lasted.<br><br>After a few moments of stillness, he pulled back his tongue licking along the spot as he pulled up to a regular position just in front of her. His eyes were filled not with the flames of alcohol, but the flames of passion. "Sukey, you need a man in your life. I want to be that man. You're a fine lady with a fine son, I am a good upstanding man with a beautiful daughter. There are more than a few reasons why we could spend more time together. So be with me." His words seemed a little fast since he had only known her for a few hours, but he had not always thought of his actions, there were times where he acted on impulse. One of them had been Clara's mother, and from the looks of things, the second was going to be Sukey.<br><br>He moved his lips, just inches from hers, they were smiling as he looked at this beautiful woman. This woman was quite divine, like a blessing that the Gods had dropped to the Earth particularly for him to look at and appreciate.<br><br>"If you want this, all you have to do is kiss me."<br><br>There was a creaking sound coming from the chair under her, he did not notice it, he had no idea if she did or not. But the sound seemed to be building to something happening to the chair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 06:06:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sukey smiled as Mr. Klutz told her his name. She would not, of course, tell her son. That was up to Mr. Klutz to do that!<br><br>As Mr. Klutz's teeth and lips licked and kissed her she moaned softly enjoying very minute of his attentions. As his mouth sucked on her skin and then licked, little arrows of heat shot through her. Her hand caressed his arm and then moved lower- to his leg. She moaned and panted..<br><br>"Oh Mr. Klutz! You make me feel thing I haven't felt in so long!"<br><br>And then..her eyes opened wide. Was that a propoal? Was he asking her to marry him?<br><br>And when he said she could come and get a kiss.she didn't hesitate! She leaned over- her feet almost standing on the chair when all of a sudden it gave way and she found herself on the floor!<br><br>"Wh...what happened?" she asked a little dazed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 10:41:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was about to get the kiss that was going to mean that he was going to be a precious man to Sukey, not necessarily her husband but a very special man more akin to the title of boyfriend, when the store bought chair that was underneath her broke and dropped her to the floor. It had happened too fast for him to try and catch her. He kind of just stood there with a bit of a shocked face as he looked down into her eyes. Then he moved to kiss her, pressing his lips to her gently, before resting his hand on her cheek and giving her a look of appreciation.<br><br>"I will make you a chair, since this store bought thing failed you." He told her as he looked at her with this caring glance of his. His hand ran across her cheek just caressing it. the only reason he pulled away was to offer her hand to help her to standing. Though he was not sure where exactly they would go since he was not going to let her sit in another chair that could break on her.<br><br>He moved over to his own custom made chair and sat down, trying to guide her onto his lap so that they could sit together on a chair that he knew could withstand the pressure of both of them without even so much as a creak of sound.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 21:46:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even in her dazed state, Sukey could enjoy the warm most lips of Mr. Klutz. Such heat spread through her from his kiss and from the touch of his hand. Her cheeks heated as if she was some young school girl and her hand lifted to touch them.<br><br>"Oh Mr. Klutz" she said breathlessly. She placed her small hand in his and stood up with his help and then had no problem sitting on his lap when he pulled her there.<br><br>She squirmed a little to settle herself .<br><br>"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me- that they would make me a chair-why everytime I would sit in it I could close my eyes and just feel your hands caressing the seat ."<br><br>Sukey had NO idea of the double meaning of her words!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 23:57:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of a beautiful woman squirming in his lap was nice and stimulating but he was doing his best to keep his own control in place. he put on a bright smile as she was saying those words about him caressing her. He did not just want his caressing of her to just be thoughts, he wanted it to be real. His hand ran along her leg, going up her leg was soft, slow and sensuous just working up her leg to her thigh where his hand gave her a light grip.<br><br>"I would love to give you something that would caress and hug your body."<br><br>He kissed her once more as his hand traveled up along her leg. His hand would be up her skirt by now, touching along her skin. He loved the feel of her skin, and the way it felt, the way it moved under his touches. And he wanted more of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 02:30:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				~In the hayloft of the barn, at that same moment~<br><br>Dukey let out a half-sigh, half-moan as Clara wrapped her hand around his member, after undoing the buttons on his shirt. He reached forward and continued where she left off with hers, pulling the fabric aside to reveal her bra, and the perky mounds held inside it. Her taut belly and round breasts were slightly less tanned than her arms and legs, revealing her to be the farmer she was. He trailed his lips down from her mouth over her neck and kissed in between her cleavage, as he reached around behind her back to unhook her bra, while she continued to work his shaft. For a virgin, she certainly seemed to know something about the male anatomy already. "Yes, just like that," Dukey whispered to her encouragingly.<br><br>Once he finished with the fastening on her bra, he slid the straps down off her shoulders, and began to lick any exposed flesh he could find, moving from one breast to the other, and then up, gliding his tongue smoothly across her skin to where her neck and shoulder met, alternating light kisses with the lapping of his tongue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 02:55:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara felt his shaft grow harder as she stroked him. His moan encouraged her to continue, when he whispered,”&nbsp; Yes, just like that.” His licks on her flesh caused her to shiver. “Oh Dukey,” soft moans escaped her lips.<br><br>His touch was like hot coals on her skin. Her hand reached to his face, then her fingers ran through his hair. “Dukey, I am feeling things in me, so strange.' Her pulse was fluctuating as he continued licking and kissing her neck. She kissed his neck in return, finding a spot she sucked a little, then nibbled on his ear.<br><br>“Am I doing it right Dukey?” she asked blushing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 03:58:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				~~~~~~Back in the house ~~~~~<br><br>Mr. Klutz's hand felt so good running along her thigh. Tingles of heat and excitement raced up and down her leg and then farther up her body and into every nerve ending.<br><br>"I would love to give you something that would caress and hug your body."<br><br>She looked into his eyes..hers covered with passion's haze: heated and filled with fire. She leaned in close to him and her hand went to his cheek as her face closed in on his and her lips found his lips and pressed them together in a most passionate kiss. Her tongue slid into his mouth catching his and dancing around it. She pulled back..her hand still on his cheek..<br><br>"Oh Mr. Klutz- oh yes..let me have that something that would caress and hug my body..oh let me have it NOW! I am on fire for you!"<br><br>Her 2 hands now cupped his face as her lips sought and found his and she kissed him very very slowly and deeply. No one could miss the meaning of her words..no one!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 18:01:53</strong>
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				~~Barn~~<br><br>"Of course...you are..." Dukey breathed, his eyes narrowing and his head tilting back as her delicate touch made his dick rock-hard. He kicked his jeans off, flinging them backwards and unknowingly knocking over a pitchfork, so that it lay just behind him, tines up. He pulled Clara's shorts off, down her legs, and looked at her near-naked body longingly.<br><br>He shifted back a little, and removed her panties, brushing his fingers through her full bush lightly. His head moved up, and he locked lips with her once more, mostly for the kiss itself, but also to muffle the screams that he knew to expect, as he plunged his solid cock into her, unable to resist her any longer. He caressed her cheeks and held her face in his hands as he kissed her deeply, thrusting in and out, her hand still on the base of his engorged member, as he screwed her.<br><br>All of a sudden, he felt several points of pain in his buttocks, and instantly pushed forward, but they returned when he pulled out of Clara's hole. It was the pitchfork, stabbing him in the behind! "Oh! Ahhh...Oh! Ahhh...Oh! Ahhh..." he grunted and groaned as he humped her faster and harder.<br><br>"Yes...! Clara, yes! Ow! Ohhh...Ow! Ohhhh...Ohh God, Clara....Mmmm...I'm gonna..." he panted, unable to finish the last sentence before he ejaculated inside her, spewing forth waves of hot, sticky semen deep inside her pussy.<br><br>"...cum," he concluded, as he pushed her hair back from her face, and looked into her eyes, smiling warmly.<br><br>He carefully withdrew, avoiding the sharpened prongs of the pitchfork and saw blood on his penis. He couldn't tell if it was from her broken hymen, or menstrual blood. He supposed it didn't really matter, at this point. He opened his hands wide, and used his palms only, to squeeze her breasts around the nipples, and kissed her neck once more. He heard Bruce braying from down below, and then a thud, as hooves met flesh.<br><br>He helped button up Clara's shirt quickly, and handed her her panties and shorts, before grabbing his own clothing and dressing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 18:32:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Dukey, what you staring at?” Clara didn't have to wait long. Dukey kissed her hard and before she could think or scream he shoved his cock deep into her. She cried out but it was muffled by Dukey's tongue probing her mouth like his cock was probing her sex. It didn't take long for the pain to subside.<br>Clara was enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding in and out. <br><br>Dukey let out some good groans and it made her feel better, she thought she could do this forever with him. “ohh Dukey, yes, oh uh huh, it feels so good.” Suddenly he screamed her name. He called out to God, and thrust into her like a locomotive. She felt warm and wet inside, and her body began to quake. “Dukey! Oh, something is gooey down there.”<br><br>She came at the same time as Dukey, she felt the hot goo of his cum bursting all inside her. “Dukey, you were wonderful.” His hands on her breasts made her tremble all over. He kissed her again, and they dressed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 03:52:29</strong>
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				Once they were finished dressing, Dukey grabbed Clara around the waist and held her for a long moment, smiling, until he kissed her on the lips once more, and pulled back, looking deep in her eyes. He breathed heavily, still, and spoke softly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" He lifted one hand to her cheek, and caressed it, while with the other, he soothed his sore bottom, checking to make sure he wasn't bleeding. He also looked down to see if any of her blood had soaked through his boxers and jeans.<br><br>"Let's use this for what it was intended," he chuckled and picked up the fallen pitchfork, gathered some hay and tossed it down for Bruce and Piranha, knowing that they had just finished the same act that Clara and he had.<br><br>He set the pitchfork back up where it originally was, and descended the ladder, noticing Bruce tending to what appeared to be a pair of horseshoe-shaped bruises, licking and soothing them. Dukey winced, as they looked painful.<br><br>He put his hands up to catch Clara, should she fall off the ladder, knowing she would most likely be walking funny. As she got near the lowest rung of the ladder, he patted and pinched her backside, then pushed aside her hair from the back of her neck, and placed a soft kiss there.<br><br>He glanced at Piranha, and she snorted. He went to get some water to fill the trough, touching Bruce's flanks lightly and whispering, "Way to go..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 04:13:38</strong>
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				Clara finished buttoning her blouse. Using her fingers to pull out any loose hay out of her hair. She felt fine other than a slight sore from her sex being stretched. Dukey pulled her close and kissed her. He was gentle and asked her if it wasn't so bad. “No Dukey, it felt good, I enjoyed the feeling of you inside me like that. I heard how it was going to hurt so bad, but it didn't.” She held him and leaned her head into his hand as he caressed her cheek.<br><br>She watched him as he tossed hay over the sides of the loft. “You would make an excellent farmer Dukey, you are so strong, what takes me half an hour you did in minutes!” She couldn't resist him as he set down the pitch fork, and planted a kiss on his cheek.<br><br>Climbing down the ladder Dukey patted and pinched her tush, she laughed,&nbsp; until he kissed the back of her neck.&nbsp; Clara was experiencing new sensations, and she liked the way Dukey showed her his affection.<br><br>Clara thought about the day, and how it ended, and how Dukey was helping her do her chores, how much he meant to her in so little of a time, and how she was feeling right now. “Dukey, when you are done with the troughs, would you like to go skinny dipping in the pond out back? It would be a nice close for our evening together.” She winked at him, thinking of seeing him naked again, she could feel the red burn in her cheeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 04:37:58</strong>
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				"That's a wonderful idea, Clara." He grinned, knowing the cool water would help keep his arousal in check, while also washing away any tell-tale signs of their love-making session.<br><br>He refilled the feed trough and the water trough, and then opened the barn door, peering out into the night, towards the house. Seeing Mr. Klutz and Sukey still inside, but unsure what they were doing, he beckoned Clara to follow him with his finger, placing it to his lips then in a signal for silence. He began to tiptoe out of the barn, and watched Clara for indication of where the pond was, and he started off in that direction. He stepped over and around some tree roots and tall grasses. He could just make out the reflection of the moon, rippling on the water, as he got nearer with every step.<br><br>He got to the edge, kicked off his boots, pulled off his socks and began to disrobe, starting with his shirt. He was quickly nude once again, and he turned back to Clara for a moment, then toward the house again, and back to the glistening pool, no sooner had he taken a step onto a smooth rock, slick from the pond and some algae, than he flailed his arms about, trying to regain his balance. "whoa...Whooahh...Oh, no!...Ahhhhh!" He splashed into the pond with a magnificent belly-flop!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 05:48:12</strong>
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				Clara pointed the way behind the barn and through the trees.&nbsp; She quickly undressed, and was about to show Dukey the best place to go in at when she hear him yell and splash down into the water belly first.<br>“Dukey!!” She jumped in, took him in her arms turning him right side up. “Easy Dukey, catch your breath, don't move!” <br><br>Clara kissed his cheek gently. “Just relax honey, it'll be okay.” She held his shoulders best she could, caressing his cheek when the rock she was standing on shifted under her feet, “Ahhh, ohhhhh, yikes!!” she teetered on the rock falling face first on top of Dukey's chest, pushing him and her under the water at the same time. Clara quickly recovered, trying to balance herself she grabbed Dukey's member by accident. Letting go quickly, then moved closer to Dukey, this time stepping more carefully.<br><br>“Dukey, I am sorry for being such a klutz, but I am not sorry for tonight”. She took his face in her hands pulled him to her and kissed him. She released his face letting her hands fall to his waist hugging&nbsp; him dropping one of her hands below the water her fingers softly caressed his member. “Are you feeling better Dukey?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 07:12:32</strong>
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				He gasped at the sting to his flesh from the surface of the pond as well as the coolness of the water, and then was quickly turned right side up, as he felt arms around him and bare breasts pressing into his side. Clara kissed his cheek and spoke to him gently.<br><br>The next thing he knew he was underwater, again, and felt a tug on his johnson, which was released soon after, but it stiffened in response, anyway.<br><br>He surfaced and heard Clara's voice again, before she kissed him once more, reached down to his waist, and finally found his rigid prick.<br><br><em>Are you feeling better, Dukey?</em><br><br>He nodded, and sputtered and coughed the last of the water from his lungs. "Yes..." he panted,"I'm feeling...much better, now. Whaddya say we do that properly?" Dukey winked at her, as he treaded water, and finally found the solid ground of the pond under his feet. The cool liquid removed the blood from before, and the sweat he worked up in the barn, but failed at making his rod limp. He took a breath, plunged his head under the surface and sucked on each of Clara's nipples in turn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 07:30:35</strong>
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				Clara let out a soft moan as Dukey sucked her now hard nipples. Between the cool night air and his lips she shivered. She held onto his strong shoulders and wrapped her legs firmly around Dukey's waist. She felt his hardness against her sex and pressed herself against him. She felt the head of his member slide into her sex about an inch or so. He was still sucking her nipples and both sensations had her very aroused. <br>She tapped hard on his shoulders to come up for air and to love up on him. She was having trouble balancing, with so much movement from him below the surface and her above. She shivered again from desire and the cool night air.<br><br>Clara couldn't stand it any longer, she unwrapped her legs from his waist and pushed off from him. If he wanted her, he would have to prove it, She swam to the other side of the pond ten feet away. “Dukey,” she said quietly, “Come over here.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 07:42:04</strong>
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				Dukey came up for another breath, after he felt his manhood penetrate Clara's sex a few inches, and she tapped him on the shoulder. Suddenly, though, she pushed him away, and swam some distance further into the pond, and called him. "Tease," he muttered as he followed where she led, diving under the dark water, and licking her crotch, once, twice, three times, then surfaced again, and smiled brightly at her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 07:54:40</strong>
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				Clara heard him call her “Tease” she smirked, then saw Dukey disappear, under the surface. She shrieked when he licked her, it was both very exciting and sent a shiver from her sex to her shoulders. She smiled back at him when he resurfaced.<br><br>“One good turn deserves another Dukey. My Momma taught me that much before she passed.” Before he could say a word Clara disappeared under the surface, She wrapped her legs around Dukey's feet carefully to refrain from toppling them both over.<br><br>One hand held firm to his thigh, she quickly found his hard member. She ran her tongue over it then slid it into her mouth, she sucked the end then licked it several times. Clara came to the surface, kissed Dukey and smiled. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 08:17:59</strong>
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				As Clara rose from beneath the water again, Dukey looked at her and asked, "How'd you get so g..." before being cut off by another kiss from her.<br><br>Their lips separated, and he said breathlessly, "I liked that! Do it again?"<br><br>He thrust his hips forward, slowly, so as not to disrupt their precarious balance, closed his eyes, and waited, hearing her inhale deeply, and a small splish as she submerged herself once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 08:32:46</strong>
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				Clara looked to heaven whispered, “Thanks Momma.” She thought about the lessons her Momma taught her about pleasing a husband and how important it would be to both if she knew how to do that.<br><br>Clara pulled herself below the surface, doing exactly as her Momma told her. She knew by his reactions she must be doing something right, she heard a lot of moaning and groaning going on, garbled as it was, she knew Dukey liked it.<br><br>She slid his member in and almost out like he did when he was making love to her in the hayloft. She only stopped long enough to lavish his swollen member with her tongue on his most sensitive spot. She resurfaced. “Dukey? are you sure, you like this sort of thing?” she asked teasing him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 08:54:31</strong>
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				When she returned from below, Dukey's head was tilted back, and he was moaning. He looked at her, panting, and nodded. "Like it?" he huffed, "You're doing great. I love it." He kissed her passionately, and then said, "I don't think I can take much more of that. So be careful, unless you want something hot and sticky in your mouth!" He winked at her, and grabbed her boobs, and squeezed them lightly, palms over her nipples as he let the water move between his hands and her skin when he released them, and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.<br><br>He closed his eyes again, and eagerly awaited her next move.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 09:07:58</strong>
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				Clara blushed deep red from Dukey's words, his passionate kiss. His hands on her breasts, squeezing them, she moaned softly. “Oh Dukey, don't stop.” She pulled herself closer his thumbs rolling her nipples causing butterfly sensations all through her. She rubbed up against his stiff member with her lower body. “Please Dukey, let me finish.”<br><br>She lowered herself below the surface taking his member with her mouth and tongue. Using her lips for sucking, sliding and maneuvering his member, her tongue bathed him in licks and teasing. She slid her hand to his nuts and caressed them squeezing just a little teasing him. She could tell he was going to cum soon, she surfaced long enough to ask Dukey to finish her off, by entering her. “Put it inside me. I want to cum too.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 09:33:38</strong>
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				Dukey didn't stop tweaking her sensitive nubs, until she sank too low for him to reach them. But as he felt her stop working over his cock, to come up for air, he reached again as her head broke the surface, and ran his hands down her sides, along her ribs. He heard her plead for him to enter her, so she could cum, as well.<br><br>"One minute," he breathed heavily, "or I'll finish before you." He caressed her waist and hips, reaching around to fondle her bare bum, taking his time, before holding her by the rear, he plunged his manhood into her very slowly, nibbling around her earlobe as he thrust gently, sensing she would still be sore from being taken so roughly earlier. He moved her body back and forth in time with his own motions, hearing the water lap at their exposed skin, as he bounced her up and down with his hips and his hands, riding her as she rode him.<br><br>He slipped the tip of his tongue into her ear, and then sighed, moaning softly as his pace quickened, and the water began to splash around them. Dukey knew it was only a matter of moments before he came again.<br><br>"Clara...yes...uhhh...you are wonderful...ohh...feels...so good..." He slowed down, but only for a moment, as he widened his stance, draping her legs over his thighs as he screwed her. "Oh, yes...fantastic...yesss..." He held her behind her back and tilted her body backward, so her hair hung in the water, only her face exposed, and he aimed his cock for her g-spot, as he gained speed and gave himself over to it, spasming and shivering slightly from the cool water and cold night air. He climaxed with a force he had never before experienced, grunting and groaning until, after what seemed an eternity, it was done. He twitched slightly, and bucked, still inside her vagina.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 10:14:43</strong>
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				Clara felt his hands on her sides, caressing her waist and hips. Raising her up to penetrate her, he did so slowly. His teeth gently nibbling her ear drove her crazy, but it was so enjoyable. Dukey's experience had her flowing fluidly with his member, each thrust bringing her closer to a climax. She held onto his strong arms. “Dukey, oh my gawd, yes,”&nbsp; she cried out softly.<br><br>He leaned her back into the water she felt it lap around her face. She stiffened only for a moment, afraid he was going to push her under, when his member stroked across her G-spot, she groaned loud, “Ohhh yes, yes, oh yes, so good.” Her body trembled hard, her climax caused her to shake like an earthquake. Clara felt Dukey's explosion as he came inside her, She wrapped her legs around him, holding on. She relaxed her hold on Dukey's arms and lay on her back floating with him still inside her.&nbsp; “Dukey, this time was even better,” she whispered to him in the night sky, the moonlight shining its approval over them both.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 01:18:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112172.msg4997852#msg4997852">Quote from: Aeval on 30-07-2011, 03:58:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">~~~~~~Back in the house ~~~~~<br><br>Mr. Klutz's hand felt so good running along her thigh. Tingles of heat and excitement raced up and down her leg and then farther up her body and into every nerve ending.<br><br>"I would love to give you something that would caress and hug your body."<br><br>She looked into his eyes..hers covered with passion's haze: heated and filled with fire. She leaned in close to him and her hand went to his cheek as her face closed in on his and her lips found his lips and pressed them together in a most passionate kiss. Her tongue slid into his mouth catching his and dancing around it. She pulled back..her hand still on his cheek..<br><br>"Oh Mr. Klutz- oh yes..let me have that something that would caress and hug my body..oh let me have it NOW! I am on fire for you!"<br><br>Her 2 hands now cupped his face as her lips sought and found his and she kissed him very very slowly and deeply. No one could miss the meaning of her words..no one!<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His hands moved underneath her skirt and tore, not gently removed, we are talking about ripping away the piece of fabric that separated his hands from her sex. As soon as it was free of her sex, two fingers pushed into her. Their search had begun inside of her as they looked for that precious bundle of nerves that all women had, the only problem was finding it on each individual one. His search of her was filled with a lot of pumping and moving his fingers in and out of her to give her all of that stimulation<br><br>"Sukey, for now, I want you to be mine."<br><br>His other hand pocketed her panties, this was going to be the marker of a wonderful relationship that was just beginning. His hand made a trail up to her breasts that he groped and massaged through the fabric of the clothes she was wearing. Mr. Klutz was not going to reach under there just yet, he wanted her to experience all that he had to offer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 04:54:44</strong>
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				She let out a low scream as she felt her panties ripped off her body. Her hands flew to cover her mouth so she would not alert anyone. Her stifled scream turned into a low moan as his fingers thrust into her core and found the seat of her heat. Her honey coated his fingers and her lips turned to kiss him deeply, again.<br><br>In response to his words she said soflty..<br><br>"Oh gods yes, Mr. Klutz..make me yours..PLEASE make me yours!" She cried out as she came so very quickly! Her hands slid up over his pants caressing his throbbing shaft! Her fingers began to unzip his pants.<br><br>"Oh Mr. Klutz..what are you waiting for!!" She wanted him and she wanted him BAD!<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 13:27:46</strong>
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				His fingers had brought her to climax so quickly, it made him so happy that he could use his skills on such a beautiful woman that he planned on making his own. Her words brought a strong surge of excitement over him, making him as hard as a rock in his pants that her skilled hands managed to unzip. He was smiling as his very hard cock was just waiting to be plunged into her.<br><br>He put his hands on her waist to make her lean forward in the direction of the table, he then placed his cock right in line with her pussy and then he rammed home, having her take the entire length of his cock in one go. There was a moment of pause so that she would be able to get used to being so filled with his member before he ever thought of pulling out and then pushing back in with the force of a hammer pounding in a nail. Sukey was going to be his completely and she was going to learn just exactly why Clara's mother had nicknamed him the Jackhammer in heated moments like these.<br><br>For he, unlike some of the others in his gender, was not known to come quickly even when moving at a pace that was something another man could put up with for only a few minutes. So poor Sukey was going to get quite the pounding, and he was going to make sure of that.<br><br>He pulled his cock out of her, inch by inch till the only thing left inside was his crown. To get a grip for the entire event, he tightened his hold on her waist down, his nails scratching at her skin as his hand pressed down like a vice. He leaned forward so that his mouth was able to nibble at her earlobe, just as his hips thrust forward like a rocket being released.<br><br>John was not being slow anymore with her, he was pounding into her. The table creaked and shook, the chair seemed to be making some kind of rocking noise and the floor beneath them seemed to shake. The sounds of their love making were easily heard if you were anywhere near close to them with the loud smacking of his balls against her skin, the sounds of the juices that were pushed and pulled out of her love canal. All of it due to the fact that he was going to take her in the way he knew best, rough, fast and relentlessly truly living up to his nickname as the Jackhammer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 23:26:56</strong>
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				Sukey cried out as he rammed her..this was no easy romantic namby pamby guy..this was the real deal! He was a REAL he-man! Sukey wasn't sure she fit the bill! He pulled out and then waited a minute and Sukey thought maybe he was changing his mind..she went to say something when he started thrusting in and out like the house was on fire.<br><br>"Oh!! John!! " she cried out as she bumped up and down with this thrusts- her breasts flapping back ad forth..<br><br>"Oh ..yes!! That's it!! You..feel..so..good!!!"<br><br>Sukey adjusted to his large size and his rapid movements vey quickly. She'd never been with anyone like this. His rapid thrusts stroked her real good and it didn't take long for her to climax. She screamed his name as she came.<br><br>Panting she said:&nbsp; "John!!! Oh my!! you are the best!"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 21:49:35</strong>
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				When she came the second time, he was smiling quite happily but then he looked up to the clock to see that it was just about to turn nine, and then his mind registered that he and her had been at it for a good hour or so, and that the kids were going to get back any moment. Though John liked sex he was not the type to want to have to explain such a strange situation to his daughter as well as her son. So as she panted there from just orgasming, John pulled out of her, his dick still more than hard and near throbbing. His fingers covered over it with his boxers, it seemed very constrained under there. He was going to take a minute of some deep breathing and some thoughts that were not all about sex to get it to go down, but it was nothing that he hadn't done before.<br><br>He touched along her hips and brought her back down into his lap, he was holding her close in a nice tight manner. Just like he had to calm down, he was going to make sure that she was calm as well before their children came back inside. He was panting into her ear, his hot breath dancing along it, as he tried to get all of his functions back under his control. With each breath he was getting just one step closer to that but it was taking a bit.<br><br>There were tiny drips of sweat that dribbled their way from his brow as he sat there after having exerted himself on Sukey, he just hoped that he would be given a moment or two to get his bearings, and it seemed he had since at 9:05, he was breathing deeply but normally as he held her close to him like this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 14:24:31</strong>
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				She moaned as he pulled out of her not wanting to stop. She noticed him looking up at the clock..<br><br>"On my gosh! It's 9 already! Where has the time flown?!!" She laughed happily at that thought. He held her close to him. His breathing was ragged..she could tell he had not wanted to stop but..the kids were outside and gods only knew when they would come back barging into the kitchen. She turned in his lap and kissed his forehead. She wiped the sweat with her hand and then got up. She went to look for her panties and then remembered he had pocketed them. Her cheeks burned red at that thought..she was NOT going to ask him for them back! <br><br><em>You know what THAT means Sukey Pookie!!</em><br><br>She nodded to herself she knew EXACTLY what that meant!&nbsp; She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She pulled her skirt down turning to look in the mirror. Yup..as long as she didn't bend over..no body would see nothing of her nothin underneath!&nbsp; She came out to him with a wet washcloth and towel and she handed them to him.<br><br>"Thought you might like to just cool yourself off for a minute."<br><br>Sukey went to get a drink of water and brought him one as well. She held it out to him..<br><br>"Well..that was some 'dessert', John. It was right pleasant, thank you." She said smiling at him with warmth...her face flushed from the afterglow of passion.&nbsp; "I would like to do that again sometime, if you are agreeable!"<br><br>She was too old to play games and she believed in telling it like it is..and she HAD enjoyed herself..immensely! John seemed to be a man that didn't play games either..he took what he wanted as soon as he saw what was offered. That was ok by her!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 16:00:58</strong>
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				~~Pond~~<br><br>"Wow! Clara, you were amazing!" He pulled her close, the warmth of their skin a sharp contrast to the water around them. He kissed her, closing his eyes and giving in to the sensations. Then, suddenly, his eyes snapped wide open, and he mumbled something against her mouth, forgetting to release the lip-lock. He kissed her quickly a second time, pulled back, and said breathlessly, "Oh, no! Mom and Mr. Klutz are gonna be worried about us, probably thinking we got lost on the way to or from the barn. We'd better hurry and get back."<br><br>He withdrew his cock from her pussy, and set her down on the sandy bottom of the pond, splashing himself with the cold water to rinse the sweat off, and to ease his erection down.<br><br>He clambered out of the pond, and gathered the scattered articles around the water's edge, collecting his shirt, jeans, boots, and in the dim light, mistaking Clara's panties for his undergarments, and piled the rest over next to her. He rapidly dressed, wondering why his boxers felt tight all of a sudden, attributing it to them sticking to his still damp body.<br><br>"C'mon." He whispered to her, "If we head back now, they'll never know we were gone," he muttered as he slicked his wet hair back. "but we'll need to dry off." He sighed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 17:20:37</strong>
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				“Dukey, I liked it this way. You sure know what you're doing. Wait til I tell Daddy and Sukey you know how to mate. They'll be so proud of you!” His kiss was warm and she liked the way his lips felt on hers. Made her all tingly inside.<br>“Daddy don't care Dukey,” she said matter of fact to him. “He knows I swim here most nights, especially on a full moon like tonight.”<br><br>She started to dress, noticing her panties were missing, she saw his boxers on the ground, picking them up, she stuffed them into her back pocket of her pants, as Dukey was already dressed, thinking she would give them to him back at the house.<br><br>“Dukey you know they saw us leave to go to the barn, don't worry. Yeah, I am cold, let's go dry off.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 01:02:55</strong>
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				Dukey walked back toward the house, picking at his underwear and adjusting his jeans. Something wasn't right. He arrived at the door, and sauntered in, past Sukey and Mr. Klutz, just like John Wayne after riding all day.<br><br>He noticed Sukey handing Mr. Klutz a washcloth and towel, and the beads of sweat on each one's brow, lighter on Mr. Klutz than his Mom, but still evident. As he passed them without a word, he hiked up his jeans to cover Clara's panties.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 01:15:58</strong>
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				Clara followed Dukey into the house to get some towels for her and Dukey. It was then she realized the reason she couldn't find her panties, and Dukey's boxers were on the ground, before she pocketed them.<br><br>“Dukey Pookie! You got my panties on!” Clara looked at her Daddy and Sukey, then back at Dukey. She pulled his boxers out of her back pocket tossing them at him. “You should be wearing these Dukey.” Taking a second glance at the sweat on Sukey's face, and her Daddy's, she said, “Oh Daddy! You and Sukey been mating too? I thought you were too old Daddy. I hope you both had as much fun mating as Dukey and I had. Woo-wee, he sure can make this woman feel full and so yummy inside.&nbsp; Momma was right, it makes a woman hot inside and out.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 01:38:12</strong>
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				Dukey was so shocked at the sudden outburst, that he spun around, and when he saw his boxers flying through the air at him, he reached for them, but was unable to get his fingers out of his belt loops in time. The upward tug, combined with the awkwardness of fitting into Clara's undergarments, caused him to sprawl out with a heavy crash on the floor. His boxers sailed overhead, as he landed with a grunt.<br><br>He pushed himself up to his knees, turning his head to face Mr. Klutz and his Mom. As he did so, he got a glimpse at the perfect angle up Sukey's dress, finding her to be naked underneath. He blushed, and looked away quickly, rising to his feet. "Uhh, Mom? You seem to be missing something...or did you forget them again?" He bent to pick up his own boxers, and looked to Clara, then Mr. Klutz, then his Mom, and finally at his hands holding his boxers. "I should go dry off and change," he muttered, and waddled off to the bathroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 01:47:25</strong>
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				Clara watched Dukey flail and crash to the floor. She rolled her eyes. <br><br>“What in green tar-nation am I to do with you Dukey?” Clara giggled.<br>Looking again at Sukey, she asked, “Sukey, what did you forget?” Then she noticed Sukey's dress. “Sukey, your boobs are um, sort of exposed, know what I mean?” She shook her head, “Daddy, what exactly has been going on in here?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 14:29:13</strong>
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				John sat there just breathing and not saying much. He was focused on calming himself down, that was for sure. Her getting off of him for those few moments allowed him to breathe much easier and calm down much faster so that by the time she got back, he was more or less normal except for the sweat on his brow. He took the towel and wash cloth and did a quick pass over of his features to make himself look much calmer than he really was.<br><br>"Thank you."<br><br>He took a sip of the water not wanting to take more than his share since he knew that she needed one as well. OS he pulled back a bit early to allow her to have the majority of the liquid. <br><br>"I am agreeable and I would do it again."<br><br>The door opened and he saw that the kids were back in the house there with them looking over to Sukey and himself. Clara of course announced what she thought, but that did not mean that he liked what she had said since it meant that she was having sex with Dukey. That was something that he did not want to think about. But it was not like he could say all that much since he had slept with Sukey. <br><br>He looked away from the two of them over to Sukey, the woman that he had made love to in such a way. He gave her a smile and then stood up from his chair. "Dukey, if she gets pregnant then I expect you to accept the consequences." John said nothing about whether Sukey was going to be that way, though there was absolutely no chance that she could be since he had never gotten off. And by now, his erection was gone so he was well off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 13:53:26</strong>
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				Dukey simply nodded at Mr. Klutz, and excused himself to go change out of Clara's panties.<br><br>On his way to the bathroom, he pulled out his cellphone and hit the speed dial for his best friend, Marcel. He held the phone up to his ear, and spoke softly, so his voice wouldn't carry too far. "Howdy, Bubba...yeah, it's Dukey...I'm good, you?...listen, dude. I need your help. If you could get to the Klutz farm as soon as possible, I'll explain, then." He gave the address where he was at, and said, "thanks, man. I owe you one." He hung up and entered the bathroom, closing the door, and removing his boots, jeans, and the panties, and then putting on his boxers, the jeans and the boots.<br><br>He returned to where they waited, and casually handed Clara her undergarments, as if nothing had happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 14:35:38</strong>
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				“Well if no one is going to explain to me what is going on in the kitchen, I'm going upstairs to change. It ain't like I don't know.. Daddy your fly is open, and Sukey, please, fix your dress!”<br><br>Clara took her panties from Dukey, twirling them around her finger like a prized possession, as she climbed the stairs to her room.<br><br>&nbsp;She picked up the phone and dialed Sara Lee's number. “Hello, Sara Lee? ..Yes, I am good,... listen, I need you to come over tomorrow if ya can..... Really? Great! See you tomorrow, ….We got girlie things to talk about! Bye.”<br><br>Clara finished changing, hopped down the stairs, and grabbed Dukey by the hand, “Come on, let's go sit on the porch swing for a bit before you have to leave.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 17:07:39</strong>
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				In the distance rolling towards the house can be heard a very loud engine with straight pipes. The dust cloud being kicked up by the tires obfuscated the vehicle as it barreled towards the house. From the dust cloud could be heard a familiar Lynyrd Skynyrd song Call Me the Breeze followed by a loud 'YEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I'M COMMIN BUBBAAAAA!"&nbsp; <br><br>The sound of sliding rocks, dust and gravel could be heard as Marcel came to a stop on the Klutz's front drive. Climbing out of a truck that is taller than he was is Marcel "Hey Dukey where are ya!" In one hand was a baseball bat and the other was a rifle Remington pump-action shotgun Model 870 Express shurshot synthetic cantilever. Looking around and not seeing anyone he yelled "HEY BUBBA WHERE ARE YA!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 02:42:07</strong>
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				Knowing that Marcel lived only a short distance away, Dukey was surprised when he wasn't there in a matter of minutes. He got on his cellphone again, and hit redial.<br><br>"Bubba! It's me...oh, what address did I give you?...Shoot! I meant 96 Maple Run Lane, not <strong>69</strong>" He shook his head and chuckled. "Must have had something else on my mind...listen, bro. It's getting late, so I'm gonna drive home, and I'll meet you here tomorrow morning...right, 96 Maple Run Lane...ok, see ya then, Bubba...unless you wanna meet me at my house for some brewskis..." He blushed as he realized that he could be heard by Clara, Mr. Klutz, and his Mom. "I gotta go! Tomorrow, then..."<br><br>He clicked the phone off, and went with Clara out to the porch swing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 02:59:12</strong>
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				Clara listened to Dukey's phone call waiting for him to hurry up, before Sukey came out, to leave. "I brought you out here so you could kiss me again, like you did in the lake. You remember the one? It sure got my toes to curl." She blushed a little, then rubbed his inner thigh. "I really like you Dukey."<br><br>Clara sat on Dukey's lap her head on his chest. Before he could do anything, she asked, "Dukey, who is Bubba, and why are you both coming tomorrow? I really am happy to hear you want to come again.&nbsp; Are you going to introduce him to Sara Lee?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 03:40:52</strong>
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				Dukey remembered the kiss Clara was talking about, and knew it was just a warm-up. When she sat on his lap, and put her head to his chest, he stroked her hair back from her face, and said, "Oh, Bubba? That's my best friend from way back. Marcel's his real name. Marcel Rudbutter. He and I enjoyed some <strong>good</strong> times, and he still knows how to throw one heck of a party. The things I could tell you about...but I wouldn't want to spoil your innocence. Shoot, I reckon I've already done that, haven't I? Here goes, then. One time Marcel and I hopped a freight train to who knew where, and ended up lost way out in the middle of nowhere. We stumbled across a house o' worship with some of the meanest nuns I've ever seen. Tanned our hides but good, they did! Funny thing is, I think they enjoyed it a little too much, if ya know what I mean. Oh, and we both call each other Bubba. As I recall, we were once known as Dubba Bubba among our group, since there was two of us, and to tell us apart, he became Bubba Trubba, and I was Bubba Flubba, or Bubba T and Bubba F. Ahhh, what a crew of no-goodniks we were."<br><br>Dukey regaled her with more stories of mischief and mayhem, as well as better times, like when they went cow-tipping, and they saved each other's lives from one oversized angry bull.<br><br>He finished off with the requested kiss, leaning in slowly, teasingly, caressing her cheek as he bent to press his lips to hers, gently, then more fully, and finally taking her face in both hands, and passionately smooching her, leaving them both breathless. He opened his eyes and gazed into hers for a long moment, and then said, "well, I'd best get on home. Don't wanna be a burden to you or your Daddy." He scooted out from under Clara, and stood up, going to the door, and peeking in, waving to Sukey. "Goodnight, Mom. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Klutz. Your daughter is a wonderful woman, and I'm sure she has you to thank for raisin' her up right." He was sincere in his compliment, and he quickly headed for his car, getting in and driving off to get a good night's sleep before introducing everyone to Marcel the next day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 16:00:17</strong>
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				After learning the house he was at was the wrong house Marcel looked a bit annoyed before putting his cell away.... "Shoot I forgot the beer!" With that Marcel jumped into his truck and took off towards the store to pick up a 18 pack of beer and some jimmy jackets... "Shoot! knowin' Dukey he's got a girl laid up in there and one fer me to.." With that Marcel headed up to 96 Maple Run Lane. Upon finding the place Marcel pulled in quiet like due to the fact it was still night.<br><br>"Hmph... with all them lights out I should probably give em a ring..... just ta let em know I'm here...." With the accuracy of a kid with butter on their hands Marcel whipped out his cell as it flew to the floorboard of the truck. "Shoot... now this is gonna be more difficult to find than a hillbilly that ain't touched their sister. Oh well best ta start lookin'!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 10:30:51</strong>
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				“Good night, Dukey”<br>Clara says good night to Sukey and her daddy, and goes up stairs, shutting off all the lights except the kitchen light.<br>She undresses and put on her Tractors Are Us nightie, and says to her Momma&nbsp; in heaven, “Woowee Momma, Dukey sure is the man fer me. You were right. Well, goodnight Momma.”<br><br>Climbing in to bed she hears a rumble and see some old truck coming up the back road towards the barn. “What in blue blazes?” She thinks maybe it is someone wanting to steal chickens again, she loads her shotgun with rock salt, climbs down the roof to the back porch, so she doesn't disturb her daddy and Sukey.<br>She see's some strange fellar's feet outside his truck. Lookin in it. She aims the shotgun at his feet.<br>“Okay Mister, you turn around real slow now, ya hear? My chickens ain't free, and you's need to get back in yer truck, before I blow yer feet to hell and back!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 14:25:00</strong>
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				"Hun? I ain't here fer no chickens Dukey called me ta come over.. fer...bruskies" Marcel still half hung upside down hunting for his phone managed to find himself stuck halfway under his seat. "Um... I... I think I'm stuck.... I dropped mua phone tryin' ta call em and it slid under tha seat, Um ma'am you got a light or can un-jimmy me from bein' stuck I'd be much obliged and would give ya a beer if ya want one." Marcel sighed due to the precarious situation he was in and in the fact he was showing his derriere to a woman he hadn't met face to face yet. "Sorry fer showin' mua butt at ya like this um.... Sides from me bein' stuck I'm Marcel....Marcel Rudbutter.. mua motto is if it's got an engine I can fix it!... I'd hake yer hand but.... well... Shoot! I knew I should have just knocked instead of tryin' ta call."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 14:38:41</strong>
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				"Yer Marcel? The Marcel....... Dukey calls Bubba? Clara started laughing. "You sure look funny hanging out like that!" Clara thought about the way he was sitting looking so pathetic. "I don't like beer, for one, and I am Dukey's girl, I ain't got no business with helpin ya git down, with yer butt all exposed like that.. yur gonna have to sit right there until morning, Bubba Marcel. Damn, I thought I was a klutz, you sure take the cake, Mister." <br><br>Clara picked up her shotgun and headed back to the house. Her head was shaking left and right, "Dang, if I didn't know better, I'd be thinking I was on candid camera. Woowee, wait til I tell Dukey."<br><br>Clara shimmied up to her room, crawled in bed, she could still hear Marcel way over at the barn. "Geez Louise, what have I gotten myself into?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 15:28:02</strong>
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				"Shoot! she left..." *Sigh* "Now I.... w..wait I almost got it.." As Marcel finally grabbed the phone from under the seat he heard a distinct metal Clink sound of something disengaging as the truck started to roll forward. "Shoot! this ain't gonna be pretty." Marcel now panicked trying to get unstuck from the seat was cursing and yelling "Woah truck, woah I said!" Before he rememebered where he was parked... in front of the Klutz house. "Everybody get out tha way!! I can't stop!! HELP!!!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 17:53:01</strong>
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				Dukey drove off into the night, eagerly awaiting the next day, when things would get better. <em>They have to get better, right?</em> he thought as he pulled out onto the main road. <em>But what could be better than being with Clara, even if her Daddy and my Mom did just...</em> he shuddered at the thought, and was brought out of his musings by the sight of a speeding truck's headlights, and the hollering driver and loud music blaring as it approached and passed him going the other way.<br><br><strong>Oh yeah they call me the breeze...I keep blowin' down the road...<br><br>"I'm comin' Bubba!"</strong><br><br>He craned his neck around and muttered, "...Bubba? Oh, no! It can't be. He's <em>early</em>!"<br><br>Fast as he could, Dukey spun the wheel and pulled a U-turn, thankfully missing a mailbox, then a fence, then a barn as he careened back in pursuit of his friend. He followed the truck, laying on the horn, but to no avail, as Marcel had his radio volume cranked to 11. Dukey sighed, and saw the Klutz farm ahead. <em>What <strong>is</strong> that lunkhead doing here at this time of night?</em> He pulled in behind Marcel, quickly turning off his headlights and parking between the house and the truck, and he waited for Bubba to emerge from the truck.<br><br>Marcel stepped out of the truck, and Dukey could see his head lower under the dash, as he reached for something, digging further and further, until eventually he was half in and half out of the truck. Then Dukey noticed Clara climbing down from her room in just a nightie, with a shotgun in hand, creeping up on the truck, and pointing the weapon at Bubba. She spoke to him for a few moments, then returned the way she had come, back to her room.<br><br>Next thing he knew, Bubba's truck was heading right for him! He braced himself for what was bound to be a major collision, when all of a sudden, the truck skidded on the large puddle near the barn, and veered off sideways, coming to a stop just inches from Dukey's driver side door.<br><br>Dukey swallowed, and climbed over to the passenger side to get out, and whispered in an angry but hushed tone, "Bubba? Do you have any idea what time it is? I didn't think you'd come right away. Damn, dude. People are trying to get their sleep around here. Let's get you out of there."<br><br>He noticed the case of beer, and continued, "We can go find a secluded spot and have a few cold ones and talk things through. We'll come back tomorrow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 19:07:53</strong>
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				"Shoot Dukey man that you? I was scared as all get up I couldn't get unstuck from here and I accidentally knocked her out of gear... THAT Don't Ever happen ta me! Shoot! and that girl of yers wouldn't help me out of a bind." Once Dukey aided in getting Marcel out there was a nice rip on his flannel shirt going up the back and a missing belt loop on his jeans. "Dukey is it me or is there a breeze here? In any case Bubba you told me ta come on over and have some beers with ya and ta hurry and get over here as soon as possible so I did." Rubbing the back of his head and reaching for a beer to pass to Dukey. "Did I jump tha gun again?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 23:15:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Thank you to Swordsman18 for helping add in Sukey's Conversation with Clara</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Sukey's Conversations are in Purple</em><br><br>Clara couldn’t sleep. She went back down stairs to find her daddy and Sukey still in the kitchen. “Sukey, can we talk? I know you and Daddy got something going on, and it is okay. Heck, I don’t mind.” Clara tried to make a funny joke, “I dare say (in the voice of foghorn leghorn) is that.. is that a breeze I feel sliding through my legs?”<br><br>She laughed as she felt a rather similar breeze blowing through her legs as well, it even be said that the breeze was a little bit of a stimulation but it was not like Sukey to let that kind of information slip when she was still around&nbsp; John and Clara, people who were looking to be very close in the very near future, though she was no fortune teller she could already tell from the way that the night had gone so far was that was how the night was headed. She let out a little giggle from the little comment that Clara had made. “Why sweety..have you got nuthin on underneath too!!” Sukey responded to Clara’s little comment with a big smile on her face and a bit of a wink.<br><br>Clara laughed. “That’s so funny Sukey. I was just funnin ya.”<br><br>“I wonder why you are like dat, did you and Dukey?” She was pretending to be quite the coy one with that very innocent look on her face as if she had no idea what was going but of course she knew, it was just that she wondered what exactly the girl was going to say in response. She stepped just a foot closer to Clara and then gave her this little devious smile.<br><br>“Sukey, your son did me real good in the swimming pond. That’s a fact, we be mating like farm animals mate. He treated me real fine, made me squeal like a pig, he did. Woowee, he sure is fine, Miss Sukey.”<br><br><br>“I'm so glad! What a good boy! You two younguns will be giving me grand babies in not time.” Sukey gave the girl that had been pleasured by her son the biggest smile she had ever given another person and then she closed the distance between them and then gave her the biggest hug she could.<br><br><br>"Babies? What do you mean we're going to have babies? Daddy said babies came from cabbage patch fields! Why are you smiling like that Sukey?” Clara hugged her back, but stood there clueless as to why she was being hugged.<br><br>"Cabbage patch fields? Really!!" Sukey chortled.."Well..honey..guess you are going to have a BIG surprise unless my son isn't&nbsp; as fertile as I think he is!!! I am smiling because I am goin’ to be a Grandma soon!!” The hug around Clara seemed to tighten to something akin to a bear hug as she kind of lifted the girl off the ground from being so happy. Sukey was not being all that careful with the future mother and was tightening her grip the longer the hug lasted.<br><br>"You mean to say, that, that.... I'm going to be a Momma....like you Sukey, but no, it can’t be true, Daddy wouldn’t lie about where babies come from, would he?"&nbsp; Clara thought about it, then it dawned on her, chicks came from hens, colts from horses....Clara&nbsp; fainted.<br><br><br>Sukey smiled until she fainted. And then she nearly dropped Clara but caught the girl as she was on her way to the ground. She paused for a moment as she held Clara there just above the ground. She tried to think of what to do to get the girl to wake up since she could still see that Clara was breathing but Sukey had no idea what else was going on with her. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Clara’s filling her mouth with air.<br><br><br>Clara sputtered, "oh Sukey, why you blowin air in me, did I croak? Am I in heaven? What in blue blazes are you doing? Yuck, get off of me! Geez louise." She looked at Sukey like she had lost her last marbles.<br><br>Sukey put Clara down onto the floor quickly as she realized that she was fine. She gave her a small little nervous smile as her hands completely let go of her, and Sukey stood all the way back up, she offered Clara a hand to stand up. "Oh praise the Lord that you are ok! I KNOW my boy would be right upset with me if anything happened to you!!” She gave her another big smile that was much less nervous this time as she continued to stay poised to help the future daughter-in-law up.<br><br>“Ohh, I think I am going to be sick. Dang that boy of yours, he sure is a good mate, he taught me how to mate real good. But he didn’t say anything about no danged babies. It feels funny in here, Sukey." Clara pointed to the direction of what is known as the baby factory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 21:20:49</strong>
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				John came out of the bathroom to see that Clara and Sukey were talking, he was not sure about the conversation but then he heard the key word of mating. Now, John was no scientist but knew that the word mating was always linked to reproduction. And he was not thinking of having Clara reproduce at the moment, she was too young, too fragile, and without precious knowledge of how the world worked. This boy, Dukey, was the one that was threatening to take her away from him. To take away the only member of his family that was left after Madison left this world.<br><br>He ran over to Clara and then took her by the hand that was pointing directly at her womb. A womb that from context was filled with Dukey's seed. He gave her an intense look. "Clara, you are going to be carrying his kids aren't you?" His question was direct straight to point and not in the slightest sense of anger. He wanted to know this before he said anything else so that he knew whether it was true that she was going to be leaving him.<br><br>John's eyes were locked on Clara's letting her know just how seriously he wanted this question answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 21:38:00</strong>
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				Clara looked at Sukey then back to her daddy.<br><br>"I don't know Daddy. Dukey and I, well we were in the hayloft, and he was kissing me, and the next thing I knew, he was telling me it weren't gonna hurt much, then the pitch fork jabbed him and in it went, oh daddy, he was doing me like you and Momma used to do."<br><br>She licked her lips, looked square into her daddy's eyes. "Then we went skinny dipping, and oh Daddy, I couldn't stop, know what I mean? It felt so good."<br><br>She looked over at Sukey, "She said I am giving her grand babies, Daddy, I told her whut you said about the cabbage patch. Did you fib to me Daddy? And tell me the truth, are you and Sukey, are you having babies?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 22:38:17</strong>
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				John listened to her explanation but that was not what he had asked. He knew by this point that she had sex with Dukey. There was no questioning that little point, he just wanted to know if she was going to be carrying Dukey's children to term. That was all that he desired to know at the moment which is why he looked at her so intensely and continued to look at her in such a way. Until she addressed the question then there was nothing else that he cared about that was being said. Of course he was retaining the information, he just cared little for it at this point.<br><br>"You know that what I had told when you were five no longer applies, as a 22 year old woman I am sure that you have seen others get pregnant so you know where babies come from. So answer my question, are you going to be carrying his children?" <br><br>This was going to be the defining moment of her loss of innocence, the moment where she was no longer going to be a child anymore and was going to becoming a full blown woman. A woman that was going to have to accept responsibility for her decisions and have a child or children with a man that she had known for all of a couple hours. John knew that he was going to lose his baby, his darling daughter to a man that he was on even terms with. He needed to know if he should start grieving for her now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 10:33:36</strong>
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				Clara stared at her Daddy. She said nothing, and began to sweat a little. She bit her bottom lip hard, then took a deep breath before speaking. "Please Daddy, don't look at me like you are." She looked away, then back at him. "Daddy, I don't know, yet. Okay?" <br><br>She stared at Sukey for a moment. Turned back to face her Daddy. "I never gave it any thought, about getting pregnant. You know I am 22 years old and never had a boyfriend, never went out on a date. I'm Not ugly Daddy!! I am a Klutz, like you born and raised into this family. Born a stupid little klutz, who breaks everything." <br><br>Clara kicked at the sofa with her foot, the night stand toppled over, hitting the floor with a crash. "See what I mean? A klutz."<br><br>Clara ran straight to her room, yelled to her Daddy as she flew upstairs. "I'll get a damned pregnancy test tomorrow." With that she slammed her door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 03:06:24</strong>
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				Sukey looked over to John as Clara ran off to go upstairs. "You need to go after her." It was all she said as she knew what the girl was going to need. John had been too hard on his daughter and that was obvious to all of them. So he needed to go deal with it. John was sorry. But he had felt that it was important for him to make her start to think of the fact that what she was doing was a big responsibility. It was not like buying a puppy or taking care of an animal, it was about raising a child much like how he had raised her.<br><br>John nodded at Sukey and then headed up the stairs after his daughter. He stood there at the door and knocked twice. He stood there for a long moment awaiting her reply before he spoke to her. "I am sorry. I just wanted you to realize that having a baby was a real responsibility not something to be taken lightly. I did not mean to seem cruel." He spoke loud enough for her to hear through the door if she even bothered to even really listened. He hoped that she did because he wanted her to know that he cared about her just like he always did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 11:48:32</strong>
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				"Daddy!" Clara snapped. Are you gonna let me have my say, just once before you have to be the daddy. come on YOU know..?"<br><br>She listened intently on what he was saying. "Fine, I get your meaning, Now Please! Listen to me, not the logic side, Listen to me, Clara, your baby, your little princess.. please..? Clara was fuming, yet, she loved her daddy, and didn't like the way things were going.<br><br>She opened the door. "Daddy, did you even hear me down stairs? I don't think you did, so, I am gonna say it again, please, do not interrupt me, really listen, with your heart Daddy."&nbsp; She took his hand in hers, "now Daddy, please..know no matter what happens when I see the doctor, no matter what he says, I am growed up, and I will love you and Dukey, both."<br>&nbsp;<br>Clara looked in his eyes, "You aint losing me, if I am preggers..um, with child, Daddy, you gain the Son, you always wanted, you gain grand babies, to sit on your lap, you gain a ton of love Daddy."<br><br>"Dukey never promised me he would marry me, he never promised anything. I asked him if he wanted to mate me. Gee Daddy, Piranha and Bruce were mating all the time, Piranha never has yet conceived. Why would I think I might?"<br><br>"Now daddy, calm yourself down, but I have knowed Dukey longer than you have Sukey. And Daddy, me and Dukey heard you and Sukey before we camed into da house. Woowee Daddy, you sure you want to admonish me? You only knowed the woman 2 hours, and you be banging her like you bang them wooden shelves."<br><br>Clara laughed, "Did it feel good Daddy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 08:07:59</strong>
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				John went absolutely quiet as he was addressed by his daughter that he listened to with his full attention for there was nothing else than her that meant all that much to him at the moment. It was weird to have this conversation through a door but it seemed that there was not all that much to do other than to have it this way. He listened there at the door as she talked about how she had not thought of all the consequences of being pregnant or having sex with Dukey.<br><br>He smiled staring at her doorway as he realized that he had once been in her shoes with Madison, but for him it was the moment that he had thought of the responsibility that all of his fears washed away for one reason. He loved Madison for she was his love. John knew that it was not that Dukey and Clara had not had the time to fall in love. Though there was hope for the two. But John was not all that sure he could come to see Dukey as a son. As the man that is marrying his, John could probably accept that if Clara loved him.<br><br>"Clara, that was a mistake that I should not have done and I am sorry about that. I am supposed to be a role model for you and that is no way to do it. I shall be proper by her from now on." John had not meant for it to happen with Sukey like that but it had. He was going to have to correct that. And his mind was making up a way to do it. And then of course brilliance struck. "Talk to Dukey and tell him to meet me and his mother in the dining room, tomorrow."<br><br>During her attempts to get him to touch her or see her there would several of these very near misses since he did not want to seem as though he was shaking her off but that he felt responsible and so he did not deserve for her to touch him. He had been too...strict with her and this is what it got him. So when she had tried to take his hand she had missed and even if she tried several times each one of those would just be near misses. For John knew at times how to work his clumsiness to certain degrees.<br><br>After his little exchange with his daughter, he walked away headed in the direction of his bedroom. She could stop him if she wanted to say one last thing or something of the sort but otherwise he was headed off to bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 12:08:54</strong>
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				"<strong>Daddy, wait</strong>!" Clara shouted to him, before he got to his room.<br><br>"Sara Lee and Marcel will be here tomorrow. Dukey and I have already discussed this, and this friend of Dukey's is driving me to Dr. Hally's to find out ..if..you know. Neither of us planned on you knowing, but dang it if Dukey didn't slip on the wrong pair of undies after skinny dippin."<br><br>Clara was really hurt by her daddy's action. "You know Daddy, when I ran into the barn with the tractor, you were madder than a wet hen, but you still hugged me, didn't you?" She glared at here daddy.<br><br>"You were mad when I broke the gadget to the artisan well, and the pump, yet, you still loved me, and held me when I cried," Clara narrowed her eyes, her face beet red..her fists were tight like she was ready to sucker punch someone.<br><br>"So, Ok, yeah, maybe I, like you got carried away, and maybe it was a mistake, maybe I was foolhardy, and dammit daddy, if I am pregnant, I will love the babies, and<strong> if they grow up and get pregnant</strong>," she took a deep breath and one step closer to her daddy, almost shrieking at him like a barn owl....<br><br>"I will be a good Momma, and I will freaken hold them in my arms." Clara didn't stop before she yelled,&nbsp; "Unlike you who wouldn't even let me hold your hand.&nbsp; I needed a little comfort, too bad..bad bad Clara! Geez daddy, if you can't be nicer than that,&nbsp; I'll go live with Bruce, at least he is a jackass for a damned good reason. He might puke on me a lot, it sure would be warmer than your old wrinkled cold self. Gawd, if I ever get old like you, just shoot me. I'd rather have warm puke on my chest than a grumpy old fart standing before me, with only one friggn thing on his mind. Sleep well ya old buzzard."<br><br>Clara stomped off to her room slammed the door, locked it, and shimmied down the roof with her blanket, and headed to the barn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 20:58:18</strong>
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				As she ran away from him after she said all of these things to him, he turned to the door of her room. "I did not deserve to comfort you, for it was I that fucked up!!!" John yelled, and it was like half of the entire estate could hear it. John did not go to bed after this, for he did not want to feel like a complete failure. What he did instead was that he walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen and then pulled out noodles, cheese, pasta sauce and a casserole pan. He then proceeded to make lasagna for no reason in particular except for the fact that it was Madison's favorite meal that John could make.<br><br>Once it was all prepared he put it in the oven and then just sat there waiting for it to come out. He of course got just a bit drowsy while sitting there in his custom made chair just waiting. But John held steadfastly to consciousness. He was going to get this made if it killed him. With the heavy smell of lasagna in the air, he thought of Madison and how much he missed her. And how much he had just hurt their daughter.<br><br>John was failing or screwing up everything which is why he was glad that he had a plan to not be here anymore. Clara will finally have her own life without her father. In the process he was going to be all that he could be and try all of those little career paths that people had suggested he try but he never got time to do thanks to him being on the farm. Just like his father had done him, now that she had a spouse it was her turn to run it.<br><br>The timer went off on the oven, John stood up from the table, walked over to it and then pulled it open with the oven mitts on both of his hands. He pulled the metal oven handle down so that he could look inside. His lasagna was there in the pan looking just perfect. He took a moment to admire it before he reached a protected gloved hand in to pull it out, lift it and then set it upon the top of the stove. He grabbed a butcher knife from the knife rack that was resting just not too far from the stove.<br><br>In the lasagna, he cut out two pieces. Two perfect squares that were to not be a meal or even sustenance. They were be a reminder of someone long past. A reminder of the wife he loved, of Clara's mother who loved her, and of one of the greatest human beings that John had ever known.<br><br>John left one of the squares on a plate that he left on the counter to the right of the stove. The other he had on a plate that he was holding with a fork in his pocket. One that he took out into the cold midnight air that touched along his skin like a very cold blanket that was just wrapping itself around him but providing him with very little warmth. Just like he provided his daughter with very little warmth.When John would release a breath he could see it move there in the relative darkness of the place. But still his feet carried him across the hard ground over to the barn where he knew his daughter to be when she was sad.<br><br>He would find her there in the hayloft, just like he did at times. There would be no words just him placing the lasagna right next to where she slept. But of course John was going to leave her a message, so he took out his knife from his calf and then etched into the floor:<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">I am sorry. I at times do not deserve a daughter like you.</span></span><br><br>Once that was done, John would leave. There being a thought on his brain that he shouldn't have. That if her mother were here instead of him then things would be better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 14:33:28</strong>
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				Clara walked so fast she arrived in the barn in moments after screaming at her daddy, and escaping out her window. Sure, they had squabbles before but nothing like this one. The tears flowing down her face got her even madder. "What the heck is going on, I never talked to daddy like that before," she felt bad, and her blood pressure must be half way to the moon by now. She thought about running back, but chose to let them both cool off.<br><br>She climbed the ladder to the hay loft, thinking of all the things that happened since she met Dukey. She wasn't sorry for any of it, except her temper, and she laid down on the hay. She let her mind wander back to earlier days. The times Momma was alive and Daddy was happier. She remembered the day of Easter, when she was around 8 years old, she had found colored eggs all over the barn. Several here in the hayloft. Clara closed her eyes, like she did that Easter Sunday, and began dreaming.<br><div align="center">(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/sy2/TheHayloftawm.jpg)</div><br>Clara's dream was so real, her Momma was in the kitchen baking lasagna because they never ate pork, and her little nose could smell it all the way to the hayloft.&nbsp; Her nose breathed in the aroma, "mmmmm, oh Momma, I can't wait to bite into your homemade lasagna."<br><div align="center">(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/sy2/lasagna.jpg)</div>In her dream she smelled it again, Clara stirred a little mumbled, "Mom..ma, Momma... I ...miss ...you, ...so much." She wrapped tighter in the blanket, "Daddy, I'm sorry for breaking your tractor." She heard scraping sounds too, like when you are scraping paint or old hard grease from old parts. Several times she heard the scraping noise, and the fresh baked lasagna both, sifting through her mind. She tirred, and sat up on one elbow.<br><br>Daddy was carving into the wood floor of the hayloft these words: <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I am sorry. I at times do not deserve a daughter like you.</span></strong><br><br>She saw the plate of lasagna, and those words. Her eyes focused on her Daddy carving them into the floor.<br><br><strong>"Daddy?"</strong> Clara crawled over to him, "Daddy, I am so sorry I screamed at you like I did. I love you Daddy, and I am sorry. The tears fell like a rain storm. "Please Daddy, don't feel like that. I know I over reacted. I love you Daddy. Please forgive me?"<br><br>Clara wrapped her arms around her Daddy's shoulders. "I really do love you. I promise I will make it up to you, somehow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 20:42:55</strong>
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				John felt even worse as he heard his daughter awaken and then embrace him in such a way. She was blaming herself and that was not what he wanted. It was his fault not hers. He had been too hard on her. He had been the one who had made her yell at him. In the end it was his fault yet it was her that was blaming herself for everything. John hung his head low as he listened to his daughter cry and attempt to take responsibility for his actions, going so far as to say that she was going to be making up for it. There was nothing in his mind for her to make up for. John had been the one that screwed up, not her.<br><br>His rough calloused hand touched upon one of hers that was along his body trying to make him feel her emotion in the embrace. John could feel this through the touch of her hand that this was what she intended but to him that was the problem. Her intentions were all there and were quite good but it was that they were misplaced. John had no idea how to address it or how to make her understand how horrible he felt for making her believe that she had done something wrong.<br><br>"Clara, you are not the one that should be sorry. It is all my fault. I am not doing well with all of this and I am sorry, so very sorry." His face looked down to the floor and anyone who could see could tell that this was a man that was saddened, a far cry from the one that had been there just a few hours ago with a little bit of power in his walk and that look of sheer serious confidence that he typically had. John made no attempt to break her embrace, but he did not move either. He just stood there with her holding him like that with her trying to tend to a wound that was more self-inflicted than anything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 21:24:42</strong>
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				There is something to be said about a daddy's love and big calloused hands. Clara stood there holding her daddy, the man she loved for 22 years of her life, the man who gave his all for her, for Momma and for the farm. He gave her all his love even after Momma passed away. He only stopped working the day Momma passed away. Hard working only doing what had to be done. So serious, not cold, but the laughter had died with Momma and he was a broken man. Clara finally started putting two and two together somewhere between the last slam of her door, and her dreaming about earlier days, in the loft where they both stood.<br><br>"Daddy," Clara spoke softly with a few sniffles, "There is no blame to be put here, I dun figured it out. I ain't gonna pull no punches, there's enough hurtin goin on right here in this wee space between us right now." She gave her daddy a little squeeze before continuing. "Listen Daddy, what we have here is what Momma explained to me before she passed, is that we, you and me have only each other to depend upon, and I dreamed of Momma's lasagna and that purty dress you both bought for me when I was 8, remember daddy? I fell asleep right over yonder, collectin them purty colored eggs."<br><br>Clara brought a hand up to her daddy's chest, right about where his heart is. She gave it a light pat. "This is what is going on Daddy. Right here and here," she patted her own heart. "Momma called it flyin the coup. It happens when a child suddenly reaches adulthood, and is no longer a baby. I'm growed, blossomed like those roses by the house. I got my thorns, as you got yours. I hope Daddy, that no matter what happens in the days ahead, that I am always your Princess, but if that changes..I shall always be your daughter and You will always be my Daddy. And Daddy, I will always love you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 21:45:10</strong>
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				John would never describe himself as a broken man. He would describe himself as a man that lost a piece of himself when Madison died. But all that had done was to make him focused on what had to be done. The necessary things such as making Clara into a proper woman and keeping her safe and loved. And today though he had felt he had failed. It was not a failure. His baby was moving on and that was a good thing. She needed to get out from under her father's arms and finally grow up into the beautiful woman that he knew her to be.<br><br>This was the exact sentiment that she was expressing to him. At least he could take solace in the fact that he had reached such a thought just as she was expressing it. Yet, John knew that even though she was to be his daughter, his Princess, there was to be another man that was to hold her in his arms. A man that was to take her away from the sheltered world that John had forged with his two hands and into one that was scary and realistic with all kinds of dangers that she was going to have to face without John to beat them down with his fists, guns, or hammers. Dukey was to be the man that was to be her defender now, the one that was to be her King while John was to be watching ever vigilant but that was all he was going to be anymore. Since it then be her man's responsibility to keep her safe.<br><br>"I love you too, Clara." John felt that there was nothing else to really say on the matter for he was not going to tell her how he felt on the matter of Dukey since he had no desire to hurt her further. All he knew was that a man had certain responsibilities and one of them was to not hurt the ladies in their life. He had already screwed that up once and she had said that she was not going to bring it up either so he was not going to push it even further.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 21:57:41</strong>
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				Clara hugged him ever so tight. "I know Daddy, let's go back home it is cold out here, and you need your sleep too, before the sun rises again." She kissed his cheek and hugged him one more time.<br><br>Clara picked up the blanket and threw it down on the barn floor, careful to miss any of the piles that crazy jackass Bruce may have dropped. Which brought back the thought of her comparing Bruce to her daddy. She shivered at the thought, and picked up the plate of lasagna. "You wanna go first Daddy? I'll hand you the plate when you get to the bottom."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 10:42:45</strong>
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				(And hell came in the form of my router.crawhing taking my connection with it. Pardon the following post as.it is being sent through a cellphone.)<br><br>John nodded at Clara's suggestion, breaking the hug so that he could take the ladder down to the floor of the barn.&nbsp; He knew the little minefield of Bruce's that lay down there for him. So he was being very careful as to how to handle it. He reached up and cauggt the blanket as it fell. He curled it around his right arm while his left reached up for the plate of lasagna. It was still hot and smelled utterly delicious. The smell alone made him so happy. For it made him think of Madison and thinking of her especially in the good times made him extremely happy. This was why he had a small little grin on his face even though he was still thinking about his loss of his daughter to Dukey.<br><br>John waited for her to lower the plate to him so that he could carry it into the house for her along with the blanket. All that he had to get through first was going to be the Bruce minefield which he did quite well. All it took was careful observations and for his daughter he wad more than prepared to make those. So he made it back to the house up into Clara's room where he placed the items.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 19:39:40</strong>
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				Clara climbed down the ladder after handing the blanket and lasagna to her daddy. She climbed down without incident, which amazed even her. Together they walked back to the house, in silence, Clara followed her daddy up the stairs to her room where he tossed the blanket on her bed, and placed the dish of warm lasagna on her night stand.<br><br>She gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Daddy."<br><br>She ate the lasagna which brought back so many memories of her Momma, better times, as a tight knit family. She rinsed her dish in the bathroom sink, placed it and the fork on the stand near the door. She was very tired, it had been a life changing day. Clara laid down and was sleeping soundly in minutes.<br><br>~Morning~<br><br>The sun was shining in her window, which surprised Clara, the rooster normally woke her long before the sun was up.&nbsp; She looked out the window and saw her daddy's truck was gone. Clara went down stairs, wondering where he went, and why he did not wake her. Everything was in order down stairs, a vase of fresh cut roses on the table with a note.<br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><em>Dear Clara,<br><br>This may come as a surprise, and I am sorry about that. I decided to take some time away from the farm and see some of the surrounding areas. I know that Dukey will take of you, and even though we don't see eye to eye, I am sure he cares for you.<br><br>He will take care of you, or I will take matters into my own hands when I return. By the way, I have taken Sukey with me so I am not totally alone.<br><br>You have the farm, you are grown enough to know how to care of it, you know where everything is. Responsibility comes with becoming an adult. I trust you and Dukey will be able to do what needs to be done. I will be in touch soon.<br><br>Love,<br>Daddy</em><br></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>Clara ran outside. "Daddy, no!" She looked down the dirt driveway, thinking he still might be there, but there was no trace of him, or the truck, just a bare dirt driveway. Clara stood there looking around at the corn field, the tall grasses growing in the next field and the soybeans.&nbsp; "Oh Daddy, why now?" She suddenly felt overwhelmed. <br><br>Knowing Sara Lee, Dukey and his friend Marcel, were supposed to be over today, she went into the house, back to her room took a shower, all the while wondering where her Daddy went.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davina</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 22:21:45</strong>
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				Sara was excited, which was normal and when she fell out of her bed in her haste to get to the shower she laughed at herself.&nbsp; One of these days she was going to slow down only then would she have a shot at not being a klutz and even then it was only a shot.&nbsp; She snickered her way into her tiny bathroom and narrowly avoided a bashed head as she almost immediately dropped the toothpaste. Butterfingers.&nbsp; She took the toothbrush into the shower and began to sing off key about men and women and wild horses.<br><br>She bounced down the stairs and grabbed two apples before kissing each of her grandparents and yelling that she was off to see her bestie Clara.&nbsp; She dashed over to the barn and as she threw a leaf of hay in the stall with Gerald and scattered chicken feed she contemplated driving or riding out, Clara wasn't far off but she still had a couple miles between the two farm houses.&nbsp; Her green eyes danced with laughter as Gerald reached out to nip at her ass and she punched him lightly.<br><br>She threw the light saddle pad over his large back and kept it simple by using a lead rope and his halter rather than bothering with all the trim and flash.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a yell she swung up and over onto Gerald's large back, flipping the latch on the stall as he reared up to go.&nbsp; She settled him and raced out of the barn, the only time she had any grace was when she was astride a large beast, her legs clamped hard around the heavy muscles and controlling with only subtle nudges.<br><br>She made a sight her dark red hair flying away from her face as she sat straight on the large chestnut gelding.&nbsp; She pushed him hard as they rounded on the fence and felt his body tense as he gathered on his haunches to leap cleanly over the barbed wire that kept the cows each on their own side.&nbsp; Gerald skidded to a halt, almost sitting as he nearly ran up onto Clara's front porch.&nbsp; She slid down and made the first few steps before Gerald ruined any gracefullness by shoving her and making her trip up the stairs just managing to catch herself on the screen door before she face planted.&nbsp; WOMAN GET DOWN HERE AND SPLAIN YOURSELF...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 02:27:08</strong>
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				Sara bounded down the steps hearing the voice of her best friend Sara Lee. Normally she would have flashed her a smile, and yelled "What's shakin' baby," but today baby was the last thing she wanted to hear, let alone say. She took a deep breath before opening the door. She hoped Sara Lee wouldn't notice she had been crying. She gave her friend a hug, and said "Oh Sara Lee, get that beast off the porch before he eats Momma's Rose bush again. Let's take him into see Piranha, she will be glad to have her own kind messin' with her besides that horny donkey Bruce, she giggled.<br><br>"I met Dukey Pookie yesterday the most wonderful man, Sara Lee at the Tractors are Us store. I went to get some chains for my bird feeders and wouldn't you know it my purse caught on something spillin' a whole bunch of nuts and bolts. This hunk of a man came to my rescue, and from there on, well, it wasn't so purty, Daddy took an instant dislike over a misunderstanding. Long story short, I dropped my sales slip, Dukey found it, brought it over to the house, Dukey's Mom, Sukey Pookie showed up, so I invited them to stay for dinner."<br><br>"We had Momma's 'Possum Roast, veggies, rolls, mashed taters, cheesecake with strawberries and whipped cream. Oh and Sara Lee, it was so funny, me and Dukey wanted some alone time, and Dukey kept filling our wine glasses. Sukey got plastered and Daddy, well he didn't look like he was failing from any of the fun." <br><br>Clara stopped and looked at Sara Lee. She bit down on her bottom lip for a minute. "Sara Lee, Dukey and I, well, we, ah, we did 'it.' Up in the hay loft, and again in the skinny dippin pond, and before you say one word, I liked it, and would do it again. But, Daddy is upset, and we had an whopping big argument last night after seeing Dukey walk in the house with my lacy panties on. Which he should not have been so mad he and Sukey were doing it in the kitchen like two hound dogs."<br><br>She looked down to the ground, "Sukey made a bigger deal of it mentioning the words daughter-in-law, grand babies, and that's when Daddy and I got into it. But now, he is gone, and I am stuck with the farm, September is fast approaching, I have no one to help me, and worst is, I might be pregnant. And Dukey never said anything about babies, or love or nothing. Oh, Sara Lee, what do I do now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davina</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 04:05:26</strong>
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				Sara was used to the rush of words, Clara and she had been friends since they were both knee high to a turtle so she let Clara spill it all before she held up a hand.&nbsp; Not one word passed her lips and she shook her head to silence anything her best friend should try to say as she ignored Gerald completely and headed into the house she had half grown up in.<br><br>She moved into Daddy's room without knocking, Daddy was gone and since he had left Clara in this mess without so much as a by your leave she was going to take matters into her own hands.&nbsp; She walked into the closet and grabbed the Winchester double barreled shot gun off the rack and a box of 00 buck shot. She was going to put several interesting tiny holes in one Duckey Pookie.&nbsp; As a matter of fact she thought as she shoved two shells home Mr. Doopey Pookie was going to rue the day he had lead her friend on a merry trail into the hay loft.<br><br>She moved over to sit on the front porch So, lets meet this Dulaney. She grinned at Clara.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 05:42:58</strong>
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				"Sara Lee! What's the matter with you? Why are you going to shoot Dukey?"<br><br>Clara looked at Sara Lee's face, then relaxed. "Oh geez girl, you ain't gonna shoot him. You scared me for a minute." Clara laughed when Sara grinned. <br><br>"Besides, Dukey is bringing over some goofball friend of his name of Marcel. He is a nutcase fer sure Sara, cute as hell, but almost got his ass full of rock salt last night, showin up at the barn late at night. Damned fool couldn't tell a house from the barn, and I thought he was a chicken thief."<br><br>"Anyways, Both Dukey and Marcel will be here around noon, coming here to meet you. Darned if I know why." Clara winked at her friend Sara. "Marcel probably wants to sow some wild oats." Clara grinned at Sara, "You do know what that means don'tcha Sara Lee?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davina</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 06:43:48</strong>
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				Sara lifted an eyebrow at Clara, no need to explain that unless Donkey answered her questions correctly she was going to shoot him alright.&nbsp; She hugged her friend tight and contemplated shooting Daddy too, how dare he leave Clara to tend the farm alone and run off to God knew where. What kind of Daddy did that? Well, other than her own.<br><br>She sighed as she poked at Clara Well, he ain't sowin nothin on me less he has what I want.&nbsp; She cocked a grin at her horse who was busy watching the road like a dog.&nbsp; Gab was a bear when it came to men, she gelded him but it didn't seem to stop him from not liking any of her boyfriends.&nbsp; She'd check his truck, if he had one, and his body and MAYBE let him persuade her to play Dr. maybe.&nbsp; What're you plannin to do if ya are carryin a youngun?&nbsp; You know I'll help out anyway I can... I can even move in and stuff leastways until you find a good man...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 07:28:11</strong>
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				Clara giggled at Sara's remark concerning the crazy man, Marcel. "Geez Louise Sara, what is it you want? Besides being treated like a lady, and a new fur coat. Ain't you got enough skunk skins to make a new coat of your own yet?" She poked her friend in the ribs a couple of times. "I can see you now parading yourself down at Bosco' Roadkill Cafe in a new skunk coat. Wooweeee Sara Lee."<br><br>She got serious and looked around the farm, "You know Sara, if I am carrying a young'un, I hadn't given it much thought. Of course, I will love it, and all, but Dukey he never mentioned anything like what he would do. I got to think on this. I don't know, won't know until Doctor Halley does one of them pregnancy tests. Dang, I wish I knew where Daddy and Dukey's Mom ran off too. Do you think they went and eloped?"<br><br>Clara leaned against Sara, "I sure would like it if you came to stay with me, Sara. Would you, at least until I hear from Daddy, or longer if you want. You know I always wanted a sister."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Davina</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 20:46:20</strong>
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				There wasn't even a question. she pulled out a cell phone and hit the button Grammy?&nbsp; Yeah, hey I'm gonna stay with Clara for a bit, her Daddy had some stuff to do and we are gonna make it a giant sleep over.&nbsp; She smiled and agreed then hit the end button.&nbsp; Ill ride over and grab my stuff later, after we meet up with the guys. She sighed again and looked at her watch.&nbsp; And as for what I want... Well I don't wanna be another pony in some cowboy's stable. I ain't got no intentions of being some guys bumpin uglies partner when he wont remember my name the next mornin'.&nbsp; And I'm only half done with my skunk coat but you gotta know I only did that to get Billy to keep his dirty fingers outta my hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 21:08:11</strong>
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				Clara's spirit rose ten fold when she heard Sara call her Grammy. She smiled really big, and her wheels started turning. She let out a sigh, of relief, and pulled her cell phone out. She called Dukey, the voice mail came on. "Dukey, this is Clara, before you and Marcel get here please stop by the Quikie-Mart and pick up Dill Pickles and Chocolate Ice Cream, oh and a bottle of spicy mustard. I'll pay ya when you's get here. See you soon."<br><br>"Come on in Sara, let's go feed the critters and get Gab settled. Then we'll come back to the house. Daddy made Momma's lasagna last night and there's enough for lunch. While its warming in the oven, we'll get your room ready while we wait on them slow pokes." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 02:09:19</strong>
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				That morning, Dukey woke up laying in the grass between several trees. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, scratched himself somewhere private, and heard snoring not too far away. He turned toward the sound, and saw Marcell passed out, with a beer can clutched in his fist.<br><br>"Hey, Bubba! Bubba, wake up!" He jostled his friend and continued. "I think we're lost. What in the world did we do last night? All I remember is we were on the farm, and now we're...somewhere..." He looked around, and all he saw was more trees and a patch of poison ivy near where he had been sleeping. He scratched his ass, and felt his cell phone in his back pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the display, reading aloud, "one new voicemail..."<br><br>He pressed a key, and held the phone to his ear, listening.<br><br><em>Dukey, this is Clara, before you and Marcel get here please stop by the Quikie-Mart and pick up Dill Pickles and Chocolate Ice Cream, oh and a bottle of spicy mustard. I'll pay ya when you's get here. See you soon.</em><br><br>He shook his head, and said, "that woman's got some appetite! Pickles and ice cream...with spicy mustard?" He cringed, and put his cell phone away, turning to Marcell. "I went to take a leak last night. I remember that." He looked around. "Where'd we leave the truck?"<br><br>He could smell corn and hay, which reminded him of the farm, and wondered how he got into this mess...and more so, how he was gonna get out of it, and back to Clara.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 14:57:47</strong>
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				Marcel was being treated like a king he had beautiful women all around him fighting over him in scantily clad bikinis he was bout to declare the winner of the puddin' wrestling contest before an earthquake happened. Marcel popped up "I'm awake" before falling backwards and flopping back on the ground. "Hun? what ya mean wheres tha truck?" Marcel said confused as everything that was said was filtering out in his brain. "Tha truck is over there." pointing in a direction. "But how in tha hell did we get out to Fisherville?" he scratched his head looking around. "I don't remember driving out that fer after pickin' you up...."<br><br>Marcel finally stood and stumbler towards a tree and seconds later the sound of water hitting the ground could be heard before a relaxing sigh was heard coming from that Rudbutter. "The only reason I know were in Fisherville is cause of that tree over there." Marcel pointed to a tree with his free hand. "It has the initials P.L. carved into it. 'member when we took Pete and Lisa to Fisherville? Well Pete told me he carved their initials into a tree while they were there." Marcel fixed his pants before turning around and started walking in the direction of the truck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 04:20:40</strong>
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				Dukey listened to his friend talk about the tree and said as he walked over to it, "you found a tree with a peel...? Maybe it's a banana tree..." He shrugged and stopped at the marked trunk, seeing clearly with his own eyes, the letters 'P' and 'L', followed by 'rivate' and 'and', respectively. "I, uhh...don't think this is Pete and Lisa's tree, Bubba. This here sign says 'Private Land'. At least we know we're still near civilization."<br><br>He scratched his chin, wondering whose land they were on, and headed off after Marcel toward the truck. He climbed in, and glanced at the fuel gauge. "Shoot, Bubba...they got these letters outta order, here. 'E' comes before 'F' in the dictionary. And the line's pointin' at 'F'. I guess we're good to go, huh?" He cranked the ignition, and got no response. Tried again, still nothing. He looked closer at the gauge and noticed the bottom line on the 'E' had been rubbed off, and a new line added to the bottom of the 'F' was inked in. He slapped his forehead and sighed. Now was not the time for his dyslexia to kick in.<br><br>"Umm, Marcel? Marcel! We got a problem, here. I think your truck's outta gas, man." He noticed it was parked on a dirt road, leading in one direction. He silently thanked the Good Lord for that bit of luck, and said, "we need to push it." He got out and went around to the back, grabbed under the rear bumper and put all his weight into moving the vehicle, wondering why Marcell wasn't helping. He stood up and saw his friend at the front of the truck, doing the same thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 06:49:36</strong>
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				"Shoot Dukey I'm up here pushin' why.. ain't" Marcel was straining against the bumper trying to push as he tried to dig is feet in to the ground before finding a juicy turd bomb with his foot. Marcel's legs go one way and his head another doing almost a back flip before landing shoulders first in that poo pile. Seeing Dukey on the other side pushing the truck the other way from his position all Marcel could say was "Oh Shit! Um... Bubba I think I just found us a dung pile...forgive me baby jesus but gaud fuckin' damned doo doo pile!" Marcel Picked himself up off the ground and removed the now shit covered shirt and threw it into the bed of his truck before grabbing a mechanic towel out from the inside to wipe off his back. "Shoot man what tha hell animal drops a log in front of a man's truck? Damn.... Hey Bubba hop up on in tha truck and throw her in neutral I'm gonna start pushin' her again... Gaud effin me damn!" As Marcel started towards the front of the truck again to push.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 09:46:07</strong>
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				"Oh, right...neutral!" Dukey knew he was forgetting something, as he climbed up into the truck again, and pulled the shifter. He got out and went to the front of the truck. "Don't ya think we oughta push it from the back?" was all he asked.<br><br>Slowly, but surely, the truck began to move, and Dukey lent himself to the effort. He looked over as he shoved the vehicle with all his might, thinking Marcel was no slouch when it came to this sort of thing. He wondered what Clara...and anyone else, for that matter...would think of him if they saw him now. He figured that they had been best friends for a while, and that any woman would find him to be quite a catch, but there were no women around to admire him, as far as he knew.<br><br>Before he knew it, the truck was gaining speed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 15:49:29</strong>
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				Marcel was pushing on the truck when he noticed it got a lot easier "Phew I new I was gettin' stronger but shoot!" As the truck started to gain speed Marcel finally looked up to see Dukey standing next to him pushing. Marcel's eyes went wide as the thought went through his brain *if Dukey and I are pushin tha truck who is steerin' it and gonna break as we go down this here hill..* As he looked over the hood to see no one in the driver seat the truck had already gained enough momentum to go on it's own Marcel looked to Dukey again as he started to try and use his feet to slow the truck's decent. "Dukey you cotton pickin' klutz yer suppose to be in the truck steering and using the breaks to slow her down!" Marcel was now being dragged by his own truck. He angled himself a bit more to have his&nbsp; fit a bit more towards the truck as he was straining with all his might to get the truck to slow down when his foot hit a good flat part of a rock and the dung that was still on his boot met. Marcel's feet went launching towards under the truck as he slipped his pant leg catching on the frame of the truck as he was now starting to be dragged along. "BUBBA GET THIS BLASTED TRUCK STOPPED!!" Marcel yelled as his body was hitting every broken branch and rock on the way down. It was clearly seen if anyone had paid attention that true fear was in Marcel's eyes as quickly through his mind he remember an uncle that lost his life by being ran over by his own truck as a second later the unmanliest scream came from Marcel after his head bounced off a rock one good time "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT" The truck was was moving at a good clip as it hit the bottom the hill and started on the dirt path for a brief second before it started to roll up another hill and than begin to roll forward as the momentum was halted by the up hill slope. As soon as it started to roll forward Marcel thought it was over he was dead, gone to meet his maker. Terror took hold in his eyes as he passed out when it started to roll over him. Coming to a complete stop in the middle of the road. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 17:32:27</strong>
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				Dukey ran as fast as he could to catch up with the truck, and thought <em>it's a good thing I exercise every day. Even for a 35 year old guy, I'm in pretty good shape.</em><br><br>He caught onto the door handle and pulled, and the door flew open, knocking him back as it swung wide. Fortunately the slope of the hill wasn't that steep, so he was able to keep fairly good pace with the moving truck. It slowed a little, and he launched himself toward the driver's seat, clutching the wheel with one hand and slamming the door shut with the other. He heard a scream that sounded like a woman, and realized it was coming from Marcel, as he was dragged by his pants hooked to the truck's body.<br><br>Dukey white-knuckled the steering wheel and held it steady, as he floored the brake pedal. As he did so, the truck started its ascent up the second hill, and started to lose speed on its own, but Dukey kept the pedal depressed, and safely brought the out-of-control vehicle to a halt, inches from running over the unconscious form of his best friend. "Dear Lord, help us," he mumbled as he put the truck in park, engaged the emergency brake, and got back out and untangled Marcel's pants from the frame. He pulled the man out from under the truck, and checked that he was breathing and had a pulse, finding both to be true. "Thank God!" He said a silent prayer, and looked around, thinking he recognized the dirt road as the one he had taken to the Klutz farm. Finding nothing to write on or write with, he remembered that Clara wanted him to pick up some things.<br><br>He jogged down the road a ways, finding a local market, and stopped in, picking up the mustard, pickles, and ice cream. The owner looked at him and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Dukey began to explain, but the shopkeeper silenced him with a raised hand, and shook his head. "No, no...have fun at your barbecue," was all the man said, as his wife came out of the back to see what was going on.<br><br>Dukey paid for the food, and jogged back to where he'd left Marcel. With the mustard, he squeezed out a message on the ground. <strong>Getting help @ Klutz farm</strong> and he drew an arrow pointing in that direction. He then sprinted toward where Clara was more than likely waiting with Sara Lee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 19:36:57</strong>
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				While Marcel was knocked out coming back to reality he started dreaming he was a hot-dog not just any hot-dog but a super hot-dog with a cape and all with mustard gas farts and sauerkraut nets. Marcel was flying all around stopping crime till he came across a giant robot truck monster that had rolled him up in his cape and tossed condiments on him and begin eating him. Marcel work up screaming looking around he was out from under his truck and his back felt wet as the touched it and drew it back there was mustard, blood, dirt and leaves on his finger. His eyes went wide as he scooted away from his truck to the opposite hill looking at his truck like it was a monster.<br><br>After a few minutes of sitting there and getting the irrational fear that his truck tried to eat him Marcel stood up and tried to think of that happened and why there is mustard on him and where Dukey is. Marcel figured the dirt, blood and leaves are from the truck dragging him down the hill muttering to himself "But where did the mustard come from?" Walking back to his truck Marcel looked at the ground and there was a giant smear of mustard and blood dirt and leaves. but towards the end looked to be an arrow that was partially smudged. Only one word came to his lips "Dukey... " He shook his head smiled and started limping towards the direction the smudged arrow pointed wincing in pain every couple of steps or so. "Cotton pickin' blasted luck.. I swear what is goin' on here I ain't never had this many issues in all mua life" <br><br>Marcel noticed that as he was walking he was on the Klutz property. He nodded to himself and muttered "So that explains everything.... klutz" before he started to laugh than wincing and saying&nbsp; owe&nbsp; over and over again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 01:16:21</strong>
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				Clara went into the house to put the lasagna in the oven. She looked at it and was so proud of her daddy for making it just like Momma did. She thought about Daddy and Sukey leaving like they did, she was confused that he never told her, or said good bye, just a note. A single tear slid down her face. She wiped it off and stood at the window. "Gee daddy, thanks so much for leaving, I love you too." She stuck her tongue out at his invisible image, took a deep breath, and started to set the table.<br><br>"I wonder where in the hell are those guys," Clara threw the forks down on the table and picked up her cell phone. Again the damned voice mail. "Dukey, I don't know where you guys are, but I need you here and you two are no where to be found. Thanks for calling me back, oh that's right, you didn't." She hung up the phone, and got a whiff of the lasagna.&nbsp; "Om Gawd," she yelled and ran in the direction of the bathroom. Moments later, Clara was puking, barely arriving in time to puke in the commode.<br><br>She washed up, and opened the door to come out. Slammed the door shut again, and heaved. She shook her head. "I must be getting a bug." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 04:42:44</strong>
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				Sukey had driven herself home and was getting ready for bed when there was a knock at the door. She thought it was kind of strange- Dukey wouldn't knock so it couldn't be him.. She opened the door and was quite speechless as it was John..Clara's dad.<br><br>Sukey opened the door and asked him to come in. He told her that he needed to get away from the far for a while..and he wanted her to go with him. She was speechless which was a VERY unusual thing for her. <br><br>Clara's Daddy seemed so serious and he also seemed sad. It wasn't a problem for Sukey to leave with him : she didn't have a steady job so she could come and go as she pleased. She told him she would love to go with him. She went to her bedroom and packed some clothes and cosmetics..and...some lacy underwear and her bestest nightgown that she hadn't worn in years!<br><br>She went downstairs and asked him where they were going. He said he was leaving it up to her. Sukey remembered a little town she had visited once up north called Serenity- she just loved it. She wondered if it was as quiet and peacefull now as it was then. There was a huge lake and it seemed almost every house in the village was near the lake but still it was peaceful. <br><br>She smiled at John and kissed him lightly. She was happy to go away with him and happier still that he wanted her. She put her things in his car and she slid into the seat on the passengers side.<br><br>"I'm ready for our adventure!" Sukey said excitedly!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 09:39:59</strong>
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				Dukey wandered back toward the farm for what seemed an eternity, but was in reality only a few minutes, all the while thinking about what a klutz he was. Heck, he might even take Clara's name, instead of the other way around. But what was he thinking? He was getting ahead of himself. <em>Marriage, already?</em> he asked himself. <em>I mean, I like her and all, but isn't it too soon?</em> He looked at the bag of food in his hand, and as he did so, the aroma of lasagna brought him out of his musings.<br><br>He looked up to see that he was mere feet from where he had left his car parked, thankfully without a scratch after the near run-in with Bubba's truck. The same truck that had almost killed Bubba. That fact made him run for the door. He knocked, rang the bell, and knocked again. "Clara! Mr. Klutz! Someone, help! Bubba's been..." At that moment, he saw his friend limping and making his way down the road from the direction he had just come. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining it, and continued, "...with me all night, and we just now managed to find our way back here."<br><br>"Mr. Klutz! Clara, I've got what you requested. No need to pay me back." He thought about the combination of lasagna with the other 3 'ingredients' and swallowed as he threw up a little in his mouth. He shook his head, and heard the chime of his cell phone indicating he had a voicemail. He retrieved it from his pocket, and held it up, noticing he had only one bar out of 5, and even that was flirting with no bars. He sighed, thinking that this farm shouldn't be so out-of-the-way that it didn't get good reception, and punched the voicemail key, holding the phone up to his ear.<br><br><em>Dukey, I don't know where you guys are, but I need you here and you two are no where to be found. Thanks for calling me back, oh that's right, you didn't. &lt;click&gt; ...Message received eight oh three a.m.</em><br><br>He looked at his watch and saw that it was now 8:05. She just left the message. She should still be here, along with Mr. Klutz. He thought he detected a hint of something else in her voice besides moderate anger and frustration. Panic, maybe? She hung up the phone awfully fast. He wondered at that and heard retching noises from inside the house. "Clara? Are you alright?"<br><br>By this time, Marcel was arriving, and he decided to try the knob. The door was unlocked, and he hugged Marcel carefully with a soft pat on the back, before entering the house. "I thought you were a goner, man. You should sit down and rest. We're here, Marcel and I both! Where is everybody?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 10:10:56</strong>
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				Clara heard Dukey's voice calling out in the front of the house. She took a wet cold cloth placed it on her face, opened the bathroom door and shouted to Dukey. "DUKEY!!, In here." Clara walked carefully through the house making sure she kept the cloth over her nose. One more whiff of that lasagna, would be enough to send her back running to the bathroom.<br><br>"Dukey, please shut off the oven.. Ohhhh I gotta get back." Clara pulled the cloth off her face and ran back to the bathroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 10:38:11</strong>
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				He turned the oven off, hearing Clara's voice from in the bathroom, and called out to her, "Okay, the oven's off!" He helped Marcel to get comfortably seated in a chair before going to the bathroom door, and saying, "Lasagna's my favorite! Oh, and I brought the mustard and ice cream, like you asked. Clara?" He peeked in to find her bent over the toilet. "Oh, you poor thing. A little too much to drink, last night?" He knelt beside her and held her hair back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 10:44:41</strong>
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				Dukey had shut off the oven, came into the bathroom where Clara was reacting not to the wine the night before, but to the sickening smell of the lasagna. "no Dukey, not wine. It is that lasagna, it is making me sick." Again the aroma hit her nostrils because he left the door open. She missed, and the puke hit his shin, running down to his shoe. "Sorry, Dukey."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 11:02:52</strong>
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				"If lasagna makes you sick, why did you make it?" He was concerned for her, and he thought about them being together twice last night, and wondered if that had anything to do with her current condition.<br><br>He shifted his weight and heard the squish of the fresh vomit on his shoe, and sighed, chuckling softly. He was not stupid, by any means, and he knew what this meant. She was definitely sick, and he hoped he didn't catch whatever she had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 11:14:35</strong>
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				"Daddy left me, Dukey. He took the truck, left me a note. He made the lasagna. It was Momma's recipe. We had a terrible fight, and he left me to take care of the farm. You got to help me Dukey, I can't do it alone!!" Clara looked at Dukey, pulled the note out of her pocket and handed it to him.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dear Clara,<br><br>This may come as a surprise, and I am sorry about that. I decided to take some time away from the farm and see some of the surrounding areas. I know that Dukey will take of you, and even though we don't see eye to eye, I am sure he cares for you.<br><br>He will take care of you, or I will take matters into my own hands when I return. By the way, I have taken Sukey with me so I am not totally alone.<br><br>You have the farm, you are grown enough to know how to care of it, you know where everything is. Responsibility comes with becoming an adult. I trust you and Dukey will be able to do what needs to be done. I will be in touch soon.<br><br>Love,<br>Daddy</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Besides, we got young'uns floating in the oven.."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 11:27:59</strong>
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				He took the note, and read it, his lips moving in time with the words, but without making any sound. This was how he always read.<br><br>Clara pleaded for him to help her, and then after he was done scanning the note, she said they had young'uns in the oven. "I'll help! Hey Bubba! Bubba, quick! Let them kids out of the oven!"<br><br>"Shoot," he muttered, "I thought all you had in the oven was food."<br><br>Then it dawned on him like a flash of light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 17:48:43</strong>
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				"Dukey... We need to go to the doctors. Please help me, get up." <br><br>She felt a little better now the aroma of the lasagna had lessened. "Plus, you said Marcel is hurt, we need to go to the hospital now. Your car is still here, please.. let's go."<br><br>Clara's stomach churned. "Dang it, I am hungry. Where's the stuff you brought?" Clara eyed the bag on the table, she got out a bowl and a spoon. She opened the ice cream took some of that, shoved the pickles in the ice cream opened the spicy mustard, poured some over the ice cream and pickles, and began eating the combination. "Mmm, yeah! now this is delicious. Thank you Dukey. Want a bite?" She smiled as she took another bite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 17:59:19</strong>
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				"I thought I was a goner man... Shoot!" Dukey helped Marcel sit down, his back still tender from being dragged down hill with no shirt on Marcel winced from the pain of the chair against it. "Not ta sound like a party pooper... but do we got something fer my back it got tore up from an accident we had earlier?" Marcel cut a glance over at Dukey who was looking at note before Clara made a comment about young un's being in the oven. "I'm on it Bubba!" Marcel practically leapt out of the chair to dive into the oven and save the kids throwing the door open and shoving his hands inside before looking. The next sounds to come out of Marcel's mouth were howls of pain as his hands had just been burnt from the oven. Marcel's eyes welled up with tears from the pain as he looked at his hands and threw them into the sink using his wrist to turn on the faucet running cool water over them. It could be seen that Marcel was biting his lip so hard as there was a bit of blood running from it trying to prevent himself from cursing in front of ladies. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 19:18:23</strong>
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				Clara could not believe the scene that was happening before her very eyes. She was enjoying her mouth watering ice cream, pickles and mustard, when Marcel flew out of the chair to the oven. "<em>I'm on it Bubba</em>!" is what she heard, with lightening speed before she could say another word, Marcel had his arms elbow deep in the oven, which had only been turned off moments ago. The very next thing she heard was Marcel howling like a wolf who just got his foot in a trap.<br><br>Clara rolled her eyes, in sick amusement, of how two&nbsp; grown men could cause such confusion in such a short time. She really felt sorry for Marcel and went to the cupboard and pulled down the Raleigh's salve. She went and got some clean towels and peroxide.<br><br>"Shhh Marcel, I'll have you fixed up in no time. I wasn't raised on a farm by accident, don'tcha know?"<br><br>She threw several towels down on the floor, and poured the peroxide evenly over his back. She took a cloth and wet it under the running faucet, gently cleaning debris from his back. Next she applied the antiseptic salve to his back.<br><br>"Give it a few minutes Marcel the sting will be gone." <br><br>Clara opened the pantry and took out a new box of corn starch. Shutting off the faucet, she carefully pushed Marcel to the counter. Using a soft cloth she lightly dried his hands, then shook the corn starch over his hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"That will stop the burning Marcel, sit here for a few minutes while I bandage your back." Clara looked at Dukey who was standing in the middle of the kitchen floor. "Dukey Pookie, whatever possessed you to think I had children in the oven? I am surprised that at your age,&nbsp; you would really think such a goofball thing. Is the car ready? We need to get Marcel to a hospital and we need to do it now!"<br><br>Her attention went back to Marcel then back to Dukey. "<strong>Now Dukey</strong>, get the car now." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 12:07:58</strong>
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				Dukey ran out to the car, snapped back into reality by Clara shouting, demanding that he do so that very instant.<br><br>He was glad that he had left both front windows open, and jumped in without opening the door. Unfortunately, his foot caught on the edge as he did, and he landed in a heap halfway across the driver's and passenger's seats, the shifter catching him in just the <em>wrong</em> spot. He called out, in soprano, "I'll be right there!" as he reached gingerly in his pocket for the keys, and pulled them out, finding the ignition key and starting up the car.<br><br>He gunned the engine, and peeled out from where he had left the car parked, running through the puddle and splashing mud all over Piranha as she came out to graze. He winced, knowing that would only make her angrier. He pulled up to the door of the house, and, still in pain but with his normal voice back, called out, "I'm here! Let's get going!" He got out, loped to the door and escorted the two of them to the car, opening up the doors for both, and getting them settled as comfortably as possible. He rushed back to the driver's seat and got in, flooring the accelerator and leaving a cloud of dust behind as he headed for the hospital.<br><br>In between repeated apologies to Marcel and Clara, he turned on the radio, to be greeted by a soft voice singing <em>we always hurt the ones we love, the ones we shouldn't hurt at all...</em> He quickly changed the station, to a song by REM. <em>Everybody hurts...sometimes...Everybody cries...</em> He shook his head slowly, and turned down the volume to a barely audible level, thinking that even someone upstairs was playing a sick joke on him.<br><br>He zoomed past a police cruiser, and then heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights. "Shoot!" He pulled onto the side of the road and waited for the inevitable, as he retrieved his license, registration, and proof of insurance. As soon as the officer ambled up to the driver's side window, Dukey began to very quickly explain everything in one breath. "He's hurt she's pregnant it's all my fault we're on our way to the ER pleasepleaseplease don't give me a ticket please I know I was speeding but it's an emergency officer and I just need to get them both checked out at the hospital otherwise I wouldn't have been driving like that I won't do it again I swear!" He stopped as he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, and quietly handed his license to the man standing there. A few seconds later, a surprised-sounding voice questioned, "...Dukey?! Dukey Pookie! You old rascal..."<br><br>Dukey looked over and up to the face of his high school classmate, Brian "Hound Dog" Calhoun. His eyes couldn't have gotten any wider, as the policeman said calmly, "we'd better get y'all to that hospital, then. Follow me...and try to keep up, slowpoke!" Dukey couldn't believe his luck, as Hound Dog returned to his cruiser, pulled in front of them with all his lights and sirens on, and led them to the local emergency room.<br><br>"Hang on, we're almost there. How ya doin'?" Dukey asked no one in particular, and waited for the barrage of yelling and cursing from one or both of his companions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 16:48:47</strong>
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				Marcel who has been suffering for a bit was relaxing a bit before hearing the officer's voice and than hearing Dukey. Straining his neck so he could see due to positioning only saw the law enforcement badge. "Dukey did you jest say Hound Dog was our cop?" No sooner than Marcel asked that he yelled "HOUND DOG AHHHWOOOOOOOO OWE owe owe owe" Wincing again Marcel tried to calm down but a shit eating grin could be seen on his face. "You know Hound dog owes me fer that last huntin' trip he took with us. Member? He ain't have none of his gear cause he was playin' hookie that day? SO he had to use my spare gear? Shot up all tha ammo and ain't shoot a blasted thing!" Marcel shook his head. "Shoot! He can track like a Hound Dog but he can't shoot his way out of a ply wood house with a rocket launcher." Marcel went to laughing and started wincing in pain again. "HA HA ha howe owe owe"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 17:22:25</strong>
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				"Yeah, it's ol' Hound Dog, alright," replied Dukey. "I remember that trip. He very nearly shot me in the face...said he thought I was a wild turkey. He owes us both, but I'm not gonna mention it to him. I'm gonna take this one as a free pass. Just try to relax, Bubba."<br><br>They arrived at the ER, and Dukey asked them both to stay put until he could help them both out of the car, went around and opened the door for Clara, then Marcel, and walked quickly into the hospital. He had never much liked hospitals, and this time was no different, but it was necessary that he was there for his friends. He signed them in, describing the situation to the nurse.<br><br>"...two people, one pregnant, one burned...I'm sure you can tell which would be which," he chuckled lightly, and added, "and both did not happen at the same time."<br><br>He sat with them, and held Clara's hand, as he asked her, "how are you feeling, Clara? What's going on in there?" His eyes flicked down to her belly, and then back up to meet her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 20:24:44</strong>
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				Clara was already to answer when she looked at Dukey, her stomach starting to churn. The alcohol smell was making her queasy again.<br><br>"Dukey, I don't feel so good. Momma told me about the signs of pregnancy when Daddy got her pregnant with me. I am a Klutz child, I know this, it is exactly how Momma described it." Clara looked around seeking a bathroom. Everyone was so busy, she went back and sat down, waiting for the nurse, or someone to call her.<br><br>"oh no..." Clara's stomach churned again, looking at Dukey, it came up, out and&nbsp; all the ice cream pickles and spicy mustard, looking like it went through a food processor, spewed all over Dukey's pants.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 01:36:00</strong>
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				Dukey looked down at the pool of half-digested ice cream, pickles, and mustard in his lap, and the scent of it mixed with stomach acid caused him to gag, and he tried to hold back, but heaved, heaved again, and up came the contents of his own stomach, all over the floor. He noticed an orderly look up, and tried to act as innocent as he could, as he slinked off to the bathroom, to clean himself up.<br><br>As he came back out, he finally heard the nurse call out "Clara Klutz and Marcel Rudbutter? The doctors will see you now." He walked back to them, carefully avoiding the poor soul who had to mop up the mess on the floor, and helped Clara and Bubba to the examination room, one on each side of him with an arm draped over his shoulders. Dukey couldn't help but sing softly as he thought of what they must look like. "...Here we come, walkin' down the street. We get the funniest looks from...everyone we meet. Hey, hey, we're the Monkees! People say we monkey around. But we're too busy singin', to put anybody down..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 02:36:39</strong>
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				Doctor Pain poked his nose out of the curtain, "Excuse me, this is a hospital, not the theater, please stop that noise."<br><br>"Marcel Rubthebutter? Kindly step in here please," he gave a nod to Dukey, "You can leave."<br><br>"Let's see, what the problem is, shall we?" He looks over the chart, "well, not very bright a light bulb are you? I would think a man of your age would know better than to try to stop a vehicle from going down the hill. Unusual name Rubthebutter, is that a family joke?"<br>Doctor Pain snickered. "Well, okay, let's clean that back of yours, then we will send you down to Psychiatry to have an MRI done of what is left to that brain of yours."<br><br>Doctor Pain picked up the intercom phone. "Nurse Skratchit, come to room 13 please." He pulled out the table, getting it ready for the nurse to hand him everything he needed.<br><br>"I am ready Doctor Pain," said nurse Skratchit. She pulled out the blue instrument pack, and laid it on the tray. Walking over to the patient, she told him to lay face down.&nbsp; <br><br>"This won't hurt a bit sweat pea, just relax." The nurse examined Clara's bandage handy work, "Nice job whoever bandaged you Mr. Rudbutter. Take a deep breath." <br><br>She yanked the bandage completely off his back.<br><br>Nurse Skratchit, poured straight alcohol over Marcel's back, sponging up the debris that flowed down his sides. Doctor Pain, using the tweezers pulled out bits and pieces of grass, pebbles, and what appeared to be some animal waste.<br><br>"Mister, when you pull something you really go all out, don't you?" The doctor shook his head in disbelief.<br><br>"I am done Nurse, clean and bandage him, and here's a script for him to fill out at the pharmacy. I suggest he go in the mental health department for an evaluation, Nurse, something is really wrong with his thinking."<br><br>"I will make sure he is well taken care of Doctor Pain."<br><br><br>Room 14A<br><br>"Hello Miss Klutz, I am Doctor Yuzacondom. I have the results of your tests, my my been a little busy have we? Is this the man who failed to use the condom?" Doctor Yuzacondom leaned closer to Clara. "I think it is a little late, don't you?"<br><br>She wrote out a script for Pre-Natal Care supplements. "Fun is fun, but when it comes to the creation of babies, if you aren't ready to have children, I suggest the use of condoms, in the future.<br><br>Congratulations, You are going to be parents, have a good day! Oh, and Clara, make an appointment in six weeks, twins run in the Pookie family."<br><br>Doctor Yuzacondom left them and could be heard laughing all the way down the hall.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 02:50:28</strong>
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				"I am glad." John spoke to her with that small little greeting after he had given her a light little kiss as she entered the car that was still powered on with the engine just slightly revving every few seconds. This old Mustang was his baby and so he left that it was important to bring it onto a journey with such a beautiful woman. He knew of the town known as Serenity that was quite serene this time of year and would be perfect for a couple that wanted to get lost for a while. This was exactly what he wanted to do.<br><br>Now that she was in the car, he sped off down the road in the Mustang leaving a small little dust cloud in his wake as they took off with great speed. Going slow was not an option, he needed to have speed since he did not want that child of hers to come find them as they were leaving and stop him. No, he was going to be far away from town by the time that their disappearance was noticed. And that of course was just the way he wanted it. Since the more that they realized that they were serious about this the more that they would learn what they were going to need to get done around here.<br><br>John was going pretty fast on the back roads that lead to her house but once he was on actual highway, he slowed down significantly. There was no need to get in trouble with the law over something as frivolous as this so he had to slow down. It was going to be about an hour or two to Serenity so it was best done in a nice polished car with a beautiful woman.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 02:53:00</strong>
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				"Um Doc... not ta under mind ya but mua back will be fine.... yeah I scraped it en all but I'm here more fer mua arms the truck yeah it pulled me fer a good clip but I figured out what was wrong..." Marcel whispered so only the doctor could hear <sub>"I've been on the Klutz farm too long there is a huge jinx on tha land and it's trying to infect me!"</sub> Sitting back upright and bringing his voice back to normal levels. "Doc you go out there and you won't last too long! I'm at least young enough to survive it!"&nbsp; <br><br>Marcel held out his arms that had nice 2nd degree burns on them for the nurse to attend to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 03:20:00</strong>
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				Nurse Skratchit checked on the Marcel's burns. She looked him over real close and the white powdery corn starch, still remaining on his hands." How in the world did you accomplish this? I see markings from the burns, looks to be from inside an oven. Tell me Mr. Rudbutter, do you not know what pot holders are?"<br><br>She went and got the burn salve and gently applied it over and past the burns, bandaged his fingers, and his hands all the way to his elbows. "Drop your drawers," she turned back around after she walked away, she chuckled, "Oh, you poor thang, you can't, lemme help ya with that." Nurse Skratchit laid the syringe filled with the tetanus shot on the table. Then laughed again, "My mistake, tetanus goes in the arm!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 03:30:36</strong>
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				Marcel was ordered to drop his drawers and with out hesitation he did so. as soon as the nurse looked back he was making his best superman pose he could hands on his hip and he was standing straight up Smiling ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.<br>"What do ya mean tha needle goes in mua arm?" The smile slowly faded but he was still standing up. "Um nurse... I ain't to fond of seein' needles goin' in me. Nope not at all! You can poke mua rosy red butt with that needle as to so I don't see it or somthin's gonna have ta give!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 03:40:57</strong>
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				Nurse Skratchit looked up seeing Mr. Rudbutter standing there all posed with grin hearing his words, she replied calmly.<br><br>"I am sorry to disappoint you Mr. Rudbutter, but rules are rules. I suggest you pull your drawers back up, seeing you did so well with bandaged hands. Smile and close your eyes, because sweet pea, you're in for a surprise. We can do it my way, or I will call psychiatry to send the big boys down to help you with your needle phobia."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 03:56:54</strong>
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				"I'll close mua eyes but if it's a trick I'm gonna be mighty upset." Marcel said as he pulled up his britches and stood closing his eyes covering them with his hands. "Just so ya know I hate needles I hit the last doctor that gave me a shot.... mind you he ain't look as purdy as you but we fought!" Marcel braced for the prick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 04:15:41</strong>
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				Nurse Skratchit smiled at him.&nbsp; "Now don't you worry about a thing. I have my ways. Heck, you don't think you are the only one afraid of a little poke, do you?," she laughed. She leaned in behind Marcel real close, rubbing the upper right arm, of one <em>Marcel Rudbutter</em>. "Nice arms there Marcel, can I call you Marcel? Just relax, hunny... I'll tell you when you can scream." <br><br>She giggled, leaned in a little closer, her breath on the back of his neck. Nurse Skratchit reached down and gave his butt cheeks a really hard pinch.&nbsp; "Oh my, nice buns, and you can scream now, I already gave you the shot!"&nbsp; She held up the empty syringe and showed him it was over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 04:31:30</strong>
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				Marcel rubbed his arm where she rubbed and gave her a look before smiling real big, grabbing her by the hips and dipping her down moving like he was gonna kiss her. "Nurse your sweet on the eyes en all heck I might even let ya ride on mua tractor but you&nbsp; stabbed me once when I wasn't lookin'..." His foot that stepped past her jerked forward as a rolling sound was heard as he dropped her butt first on the stool he drug over for her to sit on. "What makes me think you won't do it to mua heart?" Marcel cut the nurse a wink and a smile before taking the prescription and some bandages for his arms and started heading out the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 04:46:07</strong>
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				Nurse Skratchit got a nice surprise from the handsome Marcel, with a soft 'Ooo' from her lips as he placed her firm bottom on the stool.&nbsp; "What? Wait, no Mr. Rudbutter..I mean,...Marcel.. you can't leave just yet. I need to take you down to the burn unit and fit your hands with special coverings to keep your bandages clean until you come back for a check up in a week. Plus, they will give you a shirt to wear home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 04:57:48</strong>
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				Marcel stopped to wait for the nurse and cut her a come catch me look that had every emphasis implied upon it as he pressed his tongue up between his lips and raised both eyebrows for a quick second before continuing on. "You know nurse I'm bad about takin' care of muaself I may need some extra assistance if you wanna offer a hand?" Marcel checked out the nurse one good time before cutting her a slight smirk and opening the door at the end of the hall for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 05:18:29</strong>
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				Nurse Skratchit laughed at the look Marcel gave her.&nbsp; "You know Marcel, I could come out and stay with you for a couple of days, if you have no one living with you. We have that option, being a small town hospital. Of course I would love to help out. Being burned, as you were Marcel, heat is not the best thing to be around, especially around stoves and ovens.<br><br>She entered the main hall and pointed the way to the burn unit. "If you wish Marcel, I get off in a few hours, you could wait in the cafeteria, if you want me to start tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 05:45:31</strong>
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				"You know Nurse Skratchit I like that idea as soon as I get done here I'll go and tell bubba I gotta stay fer a bit and to take mua truck to mua house." Marcel looked at her and just smiled. "You say a couple hours that.... shouldn't be too long of a wait." Marcel said as he entered the burn unit to get his arms looked at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 05:55:35</strong>
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				"Hey gang, this is Marcel. He needs coverings for his bandages and a shirt to wear home. Fix him up, then show him the way to the cafeteria. Marcel, I will meet you in there, in an hour or less. I think I can get off early. If not, I will see you in two hours."<br><br>Nurse Skratchit left Marcel, in capable hands, and went to her supervisor to see about getting off early.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 08:32:01</strong>
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				Dukey smiled at Clara, took her hand and kissed it gently. "Ya hear that? We're gonna be parents!" he said excitedly, then his smile slowly faded as the words sank in. "We're...gonna...be parents..." He felt light-headed, and sat down for a moment. He looked around for an oxygen mask, and finding none, he stood up and walked back to the reception area, still mumbling to himself, "parents...babies...kids..."<br><br>He was so caught up in what this all meant, that he didn't see the 'Caution - Wet Floor' sign over where they had just mopped. He slid on the wet tile, his feet spinning like in an old cartoon where the character's trying to run, but going nowhere. He managed to maintain an upright position, but just barely, and he continued to the desk, as if nothing had happened.<br><br>He smiled when the receptionist looked up, and stated calmly, "I'm Dukey Parent...umm, Dukey Pregnant..." He cleared his throat. "I mean Dukey Pookie. She's the one that's pregnant," he replied, gesturing toward Clara. "I'd like to arrange for my insurance to pay for this, and set up any subsequent visits, as required."<br><br>The receptionist tapped on her keyboard and brought up the results of the tests, and asked, "will you be covering Mr. Rudbutter, as well?"<br><br>It took him only a second to answer, and he did so in the affirmative, since Bubba was his best friend in the whole world. "Of course, I will. Least I could do. Uhh, is he going to be alright?" he questioned as he looked around, not seeing Marcel. "I realize we were done quickly, but shouldn't he be around, somewhere? Can I go in and see him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 08:44:44</strong>
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				Nurse Skratchit, had just gone up the the receptionist desk to wait for her supervisor.&nbsp; She heard Marcel's name mentioned and looked at the man with a chuckle, who announced he was Dukey Parent and Dukey Pregnant. She nodded and smiled at Clara, shaking her head. "Excuse me, Mr. Pookie, I am Marcel's personal nurse, Miss Molly Skratchit. He will be in my care for a few days, and I will be driving him home. If you want to see him before you leave, he will be in the cafeteria, until I get off work. When I left him, he was being fitted for bandage coverings for his burns and a shirt. I over heard the good news, congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Pookie."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 09:15:11</strong>
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				"Thank you, Miss Skratchit." Dukey extended a hand to her, and started to explain, "but we're not..." then decided against saying that they weren't married. "That is, we're not used to this quite yet, this being our first. I hope everything goes according to plan."<br><br>"You said that Marcel's in the cafeteria, and that he'll have to stay for a few days. Geez! I'll have to go see him. I didn't realize he was in such bad shape." He turned and headed off in the direction of the hospital's cafeteria, and spotted Bubba sitting with his arms wrapped up. He walked over to him and sat down opposite him, smiling. "You got yourself a looker, Bubba! I saw your nurse, she told me you'd be here. Talk about HOT!" He realized too late that that was probably the wrong word to say to a burn victim, and continued, "She's quite a babe." That brought back the memory of being told of Clara's condition. "Oh yeah, and I've got news. I'm gonna be a father!" He winked at Bubba and said, "play your cards right, and you could be one, too."<br><br>"Anything I can do for you, just let me know. Oh, and by the way, I put all of this on my insurance."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 16:06:17</strong>
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				"Naw man I'm gonna be headin' home that kind nurse is gonna take me and help attend to me." Marcel leaned over to whisper in Dukey's ear so no one else would hear. <sub>"Personally I think she wants to ride mua tractor but you ain't hear that from me."</sub> Marcel sat back up to talk in normal tones again. "Oh Bubba can you get some gas in mua truck and drop it off at tha house I got money in tha Can you can use ta pay back any expenditure. I'd been savin' up fer a trip to head to Mammoth Caves I wanted to go hikin' in there like we did during that school trip in eighth grade." Marcel started rubbing the back of his head smiling "I'd recon there's bout thirty-four thousand dollers there I don't know how much I'd need so I figured I'd take as much as I could to cover everythin'." Marcel went looking straight faced and looked Dukey dead in the eyes. "Also when you get stuff to pay fer the truck take bout two thousand fer yourself and put it towards that there kid yer suppose ta be havin' I don't won't it not havin' cause it couldn't be afforded I'm yer bubba if you need anythin' ask I'll do what I can ta help!" Marcel turned back and grabbed the bottle of water he had and took another drink before eyeing Dukey and smiling real big.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 02:43:06</strong>
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				<em>...I think she wants to ride mua tractor...</em> Dukey was amazed at how many things in his life seemed to revolve around tractors. He heard Marcel explaining about the trip to Mammoth Caves, and the personal bank for it. <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">"Holy cow, did you win the lottery?!"</span> he whispered jokingly. He looked over at his friend, and nodded his head. "You got it, man. I'll take good care of your truck for you. She'll be in good hands." He extended his own hand, again noticing too late what he had said, and the offered handshake that couldn't be returned, so he instead acted like he was reaching for some sugar packets. "Better take some of these, that way when you ask Nurse Skratchit to 'gimme some sugar', you'll have backup if she refuses your advances." He chuckled softly. "Not that she would, of course. You were always better with the ladies than I was."<br><br>He thought over what Bubba had told him, and decided he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth...especially if it was Piranha. He chuckled and said, "Thanks, Bubba. That's much appreciated. I'll see ya about that when the time comes. But for now, hold onto your money, and maybe we'll all have a grand excursion to Mammoth Caves, once things settle down." He idly pondered the idea of taking babies along on a hike into caves, and the possibility of the sound of crying bringing down all that rock on top of their heads, and shrugged slightly. <em>How bad could it be?</em> he thought. He'd obviously never dealt with an angry infant.<br><br>He saw Marcel smiling, and asked, "What's the look for? Oh, I know! You're just waitin' to get your arms around that cute Nurse Skratchit, ain't ya? Well, I hope your burns heal quickly, so's you can put the moves on her all proper-like. You remember Lucy? Man, I wonder what she's up to now. She slapped you so hard, your teeth nearly fell out of your head, that one time when you were making out with her and groping her behind the shed. Oh, the way she screamed! I heard her all the way from...in front of the shed. heh!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 06:47:27</strong>
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				Nurse Molly Skratchit had been standing less than two feet away from Marcel and Dukey Pookie, dressed in a white chiffon blouse, black slacks, and black flats. She was discussing a patient with another nurse before turning to Dukey Pookie.<br><br>"I am amazed at the smut that leaves your mouth Mr. Pookie. You talk about me to a man I barely know, that I have offered my time too, for his well being, like I am a cheep floozy. Marcel, I think you should go home with Mr. Pookie. I have changed my mind. Good luck to the both of you." She started to walk out and turned back facing Dukey Pookie, "I feel sorry for your wife, and the baby she is carrying, you are unfit as a human, and more than likely unfit in anything else. Good night."<br><br>Molly Skratchit turned and walked down the hall heading for the exit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 15:48:04</strong>
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				Clara left at the receptionists desk made her way down the hall, to the cafeteria. "Dukey, can you take me home please? We still need to take care of the farm. There is so much to do since Daddy and Sukey left."<br><br>She saw Marcel's hands all bandaged up. "Sorry about your hands Marcel. I hope they get better soon."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 03:01:14</strong>
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				"Sure, Clara. We can leave as soon as I take care of something," Dukey said. "I'll be right back."<br><br>He ran to catch up with Nurse Skratchit. "Listen. I'm sorry about back there. What I said was meant as a compliment. You are an attractive woman. And what about your oath to do no harm? I think Marcel will die if you don't help...probably of a broken heart. He's really a great guy, and..." he trailed off. "I meant no offense."<br><br>He walked back to the cafeteria, and said, "Well, that's all cleared up." Dukey winked at Marcel. "I hope your wounds heal quickly, Bubba. Don't you worry. I'll take good care of your truck...and thanks."<br><br>He put his arm around Clara's shoulders. "Well, shall we go?"<br><br>He walked with her back to the car, passing Nurse Skratchit on the way out to the parking lot. He gave her his friendliest, most charming smile, hoping she was headed back to the cafeteria. Dukey opened the passenger door for Clara, and helped her in, then turned and went to the driver's side, got in and started up the car, turning on the radio to hear Jon Bon Jovi's 'Always' playing softly.<br><br><em>...and I...will love you...Alllways, and I'll be there, forever and a day...Alllways...</em><br><br>Dukey drove on, thinking about what needed to be done at the farm. Harvest some corn, feed the animals, clean up after them. There really was a long list of chores, but he was sure that together, they could manage things. He wasn't about to let Mr. Klutz down. After all, everyone deserved a vacation from time to time.<br><br>They arrived back at the Klutz house and Dukey opened the door for Clara again, telling her he'd be back after going to the gas station and getting some gas for Bubba's truck, which was currently empty. He kissed her cheek softly and said, "Congratulations, Clara." He rubbed her belly gently, and smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 15:44:26</strong>
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				Nurse Skratchit listened to Dukey's apology. "Call me Molly, please and in the future Dukey, I would suggest you leave the bar talk in the bars. You have a huge responsibility now, a baby on the way, a wife to support both emotionally and financially. I accept your apology, I hope it doesn't happen again. My oath, is not to do harm to the likes of bar speaking over aged teenagers like yourself, Dukey Pookie. I hardly think either one of you would be broken hearted. I have six older brothers, who apparently never grew up, either. Okay, I will take Marcel home to pick up some belongings and he will stay with me. Good day."<br><br><em>In the car driving home:</em><br><br>Clara listened to the tune, reached over and lowered the volume. "Daddy was right, we are going to have a young'un. You and I, Dukey. What do you think? We made a baby. "She waited to hear what he would say if anything.<br><br><em>At the farm:</em><br><br>"Hold up Dukey, don't be going no where's yet." She told him where to get the equipment to tow Marcel's truck to the farm. "I think we should tow the truck here. Think about it, Dukey, with our klutzy luck, if'n a tree jumps out and hits Marcel's truck, their will be no end to the amount of tears that boy will cry, and you'll never hear the end of it, until your last breath."<br><br>Clara looked at him with a what does that mean expression, "Congratulations? Is that <em>ALL</em> you have to say? I am not the only one here, Dukey Pookie."<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 21:50:42</strong>
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				Marcel's smile turned into look of shocked when Dukey was talking to him. "Dang Bubba I was just askin' tha nurse ta help me out!" Marcel shook his head. "But if in ya don't be needin' tha money that's cool too." After he finished he heard the unmistakable sound of scorn in a woman's voice coming from behind him laying thick into Dukey. The tone alone caused Marcel to shrink down in his seat as he turned to the nurse that just denied him the company of her services with a look of betrayal and his hands even wrapped up in the Why!! position.<br><br>Marcel's head drooped as he turned to Clara who was wishing him well. "Thanks I think I need it. Oh and good luck on tha kid!" Marcel watched the train wreck that was Dukey go back up to the nurse and try to plead his case. At this point Marcel wanted to just crawl in a hole and forget that he was ever being smooth in the first place. In his mind he remembered exactly why he got slapped by Lucy. Marcel was as Dukey put it great with the ladies and had been working on Lucy for a solid week when right before he made his move she overheard Dukey asking Marcel how he does it. Trying to get pointers on how he could talk to women like Marcel and get a good one. Lucy heard it all and played Marcel like a fiddle to prove to him he wasn't the slickest turd in the bowl. The end of that evening Marcel had been giving Lucy a Massage and started to move in for the kill and was hit with the left and right. After Marcel was blasted she laid into him verbally. <br><br>Marcel's eyes refocused from his thoughts as Dukey mentioned that everything's cleared up. "What 'cha mean Bubba cleared up?" With his question going unanswered Marcel's hands cupped his head as he muttered to himself as Dukey walked away. "I'm Boned!" After the cafe was clear of people he knew Marcel stood up to start walking out his low hung shoulders and drooped head fixed them self and he put a slight smile on his face knowing things will always get better. Once his arms healed things should definitely get better!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 22:52:22</strong>
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				Before Dukey came back to get Clara to drive back to the farm, her attention was fully on Marcel, "Thank you Marcel. I guess being so close to Dukey, whether it be a boy or girl, will be calling you Unca Bubba? Of course if'n yous don't mind?" She smiled, "I am truly sorry you got hurt and you are welcome to come over anytime, as long as you behave yerself." She giggled and winked at him. Clara left with Dukey and waved to him as she left.<br><br><br>Nurse Skratchit packed her trunk with the extra supplies needed to take care of Marcel. Checking it over twice, she would decide on the food items later. Once she got Marcel back to her place. She re-entered the hospital and saw him coming down the hall. She waited for him.<br><br>"Are you ready to go Marcel? I have the car packed with supplies, and ready to drive you to your house so you can pick up some clothes. I will help you get whatever you need. I figured I have everything we need, other than food, and I can get that delivered. I also have a nice jacuzzi that should be enjoyable when ever you feel the urge. Shall we go?"<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 01:38:11</strong>
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				Marcel smiled warmly looking at the nurse. "Ya know what that sounds just fine with me mind it you don't have an issue with a redneck that is willin' ta treat ya like a queen while I'm with ya?" Marcel put a hitch in his step and turned his elbow towards the nurse. "Madam yer chariot awaits." As he offers to escort Molly to her car.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 02:26:35</strong>
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				Molly unlocked the car door and helped Marcel get in. Before she closed the door she leaned across him grabbing the other side of his seat belt and pulled it across his chest. She smiled, and said, "Don't worry about you being a redneck Marcel, just because I live in a fancy house don't mean a thing. I was raised on a farm most of my life, I can get down and dirty just like the rest of you boys, and dance a two step just fine."<br><br>She got in the other side and put the key in the ignition. She reached out in front of Marcel placing her right hand on his knee, "sorry," she said smiling, as she pulled out the photographs out of the glove box. "Here's the pictures of my house, in case you want to know where you are heading, after we pick up your stuff."<br><br><div align="center">(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/signs/Mollyshome.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">(http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/signs/Mollyshome2.jpg)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 04:15:35</strong>
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				"Weee doogie! Now that's purdy. I reckon tha bo that nets you is gonna be rather lucky. Havin' an educated woman that's beautiful ta boot. Shoot!" Marcel looked rather impressed with the pictures before flipping through them again to get a better look at the forest area to see if he recognized it. "Yeah I'll consider muaself lucky as a rabbit's foot that I get tha pleasure of yer company!"<br><br>All buckled up Marcel looked ready to go. "Um mua place is off Hickory Spring Rd... ya know the ole Mardrift place? Yeah that was mua Papaw's home once he passed I inherited it... I use the garage on tha side fer home projects I like ta work on... Yeah" Marcel started blushing a bit and rubbing the back of his head nervously "It's only me that lives there."<br><br>As they came up on Marcel's place the red house was very noticeable.<br><br>(http://p.rdcpix.com/v05/laa912543-m2x.jpg) (http://p.rdcpix.com/v06/laa912543-m1x.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 04:49:47</strong>
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				Molly's jaw dropped somewhat when she saw Marcel's place. "Geez Louise Marcel, what a beautiful home you have. Now I must apologize to you. I sort of thought you lived in an older place. My, it is gorgeous." She pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. "If you want to stay here, we can, I just thought having a jacuzzi would be nice and relaxing for you. I should have asked you what you wanted to do." Molly got out opened his door unbuckled the seat belt and helped him out of the car.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 02:08:13</strong>
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				--Klutz farm--<br><br>"I just meant, well...umm...okay, so maybe congratulations wasn't the right word, but I'm sure glad I met you, Clara, and your Daddy, too. I'll be happy to offer you whatever help you might need with the chores around here, so...congratulations on finding a guy like me." He puffed up his chest all proud-like, and bowed to her formally, nearly falling forward on his face, since he was unfamiliar with the movement.<br><br>He stood up and looked around.<br><br>"Where shall we begin? Oh, right! I've gotta get the towing equipment set up and get Bubba's truck. I'll stop and fill her up on my way back." He remembered the cause of Marcel's injuries, and said, "Oh, and I think the lasagna's ready." He chuckled and went to prepare his car to tow the truck back. Once he got it all done, he drove down the road, backed the rear bumper up to the truck, got out and hitched up the truck to his vehicle. Dukey took a step back and thought it an odd sight to see a car towing a truck. <em>Usually, it's the other way around, I reckon</em> he thought, shaking his head slowly.<br><br>He got back in and went to put the key in the ignition, realizing he must have dropped his keys when he was attaching the truck to the winch. He got out and looked around where he was working, and found his keys. He picked them up, and noticed the message he had left with mustard from earlier, and used his boot to rub away any trace of it.<br><br>He started up the car, and slowly drove back up the road, stopping at the gas station and filled the tanks on both vehicles, ignoring the confused looks from people who obviously had never seen a man improvise before, pulling a truck with a car. Then he realized what they were really looking at, as he saw that the weight of the truck was now causing the front end of his car to stick up in the air. "Wait til Bubba hears about this...me poppin' a wheelie while bringing his truck back. Thank goodness for rear wheel drive," he muttered to himself and chuckled.<br><br>He made his way back to the farm even more slowly, but arrived in one piece. He placed some jacks under the front of the car so it wouldn't crash down when he unhooked the truck, and did so, lowering the jacks to the ground, and making a show of wiping the sweat from his brow. He looked around for Clara, and figured she'd be back in the house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 02:54:16</strong>
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				"Yer place is fine!" Marcel said in an excited voice. "Ya gotta remember I live here everyday this may be nice fer you but fer me shoot yer place in tha woods looks like a vacation resort!"&nbsp; Marcel started to chuckle a bit. "You know what? How about we do a couple of days at yer place and than a couple at mine! See what ya like better." Marcel got out of the car and walked to the house and reached in a black milk urn looking pot to only pull out a key and slide it in the door and open it. "Sheba! I'm home and I have a guest!" Marcel stepped aside to let Molly walk in. "Well this is the house." The house Molly was about to walk into looked too clean to allow for a man to live there. The only sign that was visible of a man living there was the kitchen garbage with a few beer bottles in it. the floors were waxed and polished the couches were nice and laid out. The walls had paintings on them and the occasional family portrait scattered about. The most shocking thing was the bathrooms were spotless no soap scum, no mold, no nasty pee ring. As Marcel made it to his room he opened a door in the hallway revealing a well stocked linen closet. Inside was a brown leather travel bag Marcel grabbed it and walked into his room closing the hall closet on his way in. The room was small it had a double size bed in it and a ton of book shelves on the walls at the foot of the bed was a set of dressers. Molly if she followed was motioned to sit on the bed as Marcel opened the drawers to start grabbing a few changes of clothes. "Yeah this is my room.... I know it ain't tha master bedroom but I'm comfortable in here. This has been mua room for years before it was the room right before this one but hey I ain't worried. Oh um Molly can you reach on that shelf above you and grab mua deodorant and a book you may like?" This room had a lot of old records in it jazz, big band, swing, blues, all still in their protective sleeves. None of them obviously looking like Marcel's taste as he continued packing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 05:19:54</strong>
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				Molly smiled at Marcel "You know that would be nice, you get get a vacation and I do too." Molly entered the house in front of Marcel, she couldn't believe her eyes. She looked around, impressed to see a fine home. She let Sheba sniff her hand then petted her. "Sheba you want to come for a vacation too?&nbsp; I have a big fenced in yard perfect for running and playing, and I am sure I have a few bones in the freezer, if Marcel doesn't mind you having them?." She followed Marcel around looking over the beautiful paintings, and furnishings. Molly sat down on his bed listening to him and handed the deodorant to him. "You sure have a very nice room Marcel, I am truly amazed. I haven't seen records like this since I lived at home with Mom and Dad." She looked through the many books he had on the shelves, thinking she could spend days reading each introduction, and even more days just sitting in the other room reading, feeling at home, here at his place.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 06:11:33</strong>
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				"I guess the room is okay." Marcel started to chuckle a bit. "Naw tha records belonged to mua grandfather. They always been there so I ain't moved em. I have a turn table in the livin' room hooked up to the stereo it still works if in ya wanna listen to somethin'." Marcel finished packing everything from his room and started towards the bathroom down the hall with his bag. "Ya know if you want something ta drink or something I have juice and bottled water in the fridge and if I'm gonna be gone fer a few days I'm gonna have to clean that thing out once I return." After leaving the bathroom Marcel walked into the den where Sheba was back lying by the glass table looking up at Marcel as he knelt down to give her some love. "Just take a look in the fridge I generally keep it stocked with various stuff if you wanna bring any groceries with ya." Marcel started talking to Sheba afterwards. "Come on girl, were goin' on a trip!" Marcel smiled warmly as he finished getting prepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 06:49:14</strong>
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				"You know Marcel, I really appreciate your thoughtfulness. Here I am supposed to be helping you, and you are opening your home to me like we have known each other always. I love the oldies, the true classics. I'm not much into the modern music. And I simply love Benny Goodman, Glenn Miller, you know what I mean? That was good music." Molly sighed, "I listen to them on the oldies station when I can find it. Living in the sticks it doesn't come in often. I keep promising myself I will buy some CD's, but I never do." She opened the fridge to see the contents and asked, "Do you have a box I can put this stuff in?" Molly pulled everything she could find out that might spoil in a few days including a few bottles of beer for Marcel and set it on the counter. She walked over to Sheba, smiled and petted her. "I use to have a black lab, a few years back, I had to put her down. Sheba, I bet you would love to sleep in her bed, if your owner doesn't mind? I had it cleaned when she passed, and it has been in her spot ever since."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 08:45:51</strong>
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				--Klutz farm--<br><br>Clara accepted Dukey's apology and laughed when he bowed to her. "It's okay Dukey, it's been a long day, I understand. Heck, it ain't everyday we find out our whole life has made a big change. I am going to call Daddy and Sukey and give them the news. Don't forget to call your Mom Dukey, she would be so hurt, if'n you didn't call her, I think." She looked in the fridge and pulled out the lasagna. "When you get back here with Marcel's truck we will have this for dinner. Then afterwards I will go over the list of chores with you."<br><br>After Dukey left Clara went to the barn and had a heart to heart conversation with Piranha. She did that often when her Daddy was busy else where. She pulled out her cell phone, and called her daddy. After several rings and no answer, she left a message. "Daddy, please call me tonight, please?" Next she called Sukey's number. No answer. She left a message for Sukey to call Dukey if he didn't call her first.<br><br>Clara went back to the house to check the lasagna, last thing she needed was for that to burn too. She turned it on low, and laid down on the sofa, waiting for Dukey's return.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 09:08:15</strong>
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				After returning with the truck in tow, and getting everything back on solid ground, Dukey reached in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He punched the speed dial key for Sukey, and held it up to his ear. It rang four times and the voicemail picked up.<br><br>"Hi, Mom, it's Dukey...I was at the doctor's today, for a physical," he lied, "and I'm in good health. And they checked a bunch of things, and they told me I'm fertile. Isn't that great news? Hope you're doing alright. Call me back when you get the message. Love you, Mom."<br><br>He decided to go check on Bruce and Piranha, and when Piranha snorted at him, he backed out real slow, and went back to the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 09:28:30</strong>
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				Clara woke up to hearing Piranha neighing loud, she started to head to the barn when she saw Dukey backing out slow. She laughed, "Dukey Pookie, don't be such a scaredy cat of old Piranha. She only wants a nibble." Clara shut off the oven and set the table. When Dukey came in she laughed, "You better make friends with her Dukey, you and her need to take a gallop down the road and get to understand each other. Show her you ain't afraid of her."<br><br>She gave Dukey a beer out of her Daddy's stash in the fridge. Pulled out a bottle of Pepsi and sat down. "You can wash up in here if you want, and have a seat. I called Daddy and Sukey both, neither answered their phone. I wish he would tell me where he went. Do you know Dukey?""
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 09:58:05</strong>
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				"Nibble? She's gonna EAT me! But you're right. Maybe if I take her for a ride, she'll trust me more." He accepted the offered beer, and thought about something. "Is it against the law to ride a horse while intoxicated?" He chuckled. "I think I'll need to be in case she throws me."<br><br>As Dukey was getting cleaned up, he said over his shoulder, "Yeah, I called my Mom, too. Got her voicemail. I have no idea where they went, either. I'm sorry, Clara." He hugged her close. "I'm sure they're fine, though." He smiled warmly, and said as he eyed her stomach, "I hope whoever's in there likes lasagna, 'cuz I love it. Anyone who doesn't is no child of mine."<br><br>"It'll be a few weeks before we know more about the baby. I can't decide whether I want a boy or a girl. Guess it's best not to pin our hopes on one or the other just yet." He paused. "I wonder if life really does begin at conception...and if so, if a fetus can think. I mean, we all know babies kick when they're in the womb." He shrugged and sat down at the table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 15:57:55</strong>
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				Marcel spoke softly when he heard the question. "Shoot... Mua grandparents taught me to treat everyone that enters yer home as family. Mainly cause you want them to be as comfortable as possible cause you never know what their life style may be outside your house. Kinda like that sayin' A house is made of wood and stones but a Home is made of&nbsp; Love alone." Marcel got up and started back into the kitchen where he saw Molly as she made the request for boxes. Marcel moved over to the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room and reached between the wall and pulled up some boxes. "Yeah I got some here let me just put em back together." Marcel thought that he may need to explain how he can live like this. " Naw what it is, is I do the vehicle work for a lot of people in the town including the police department, the government trucks and some of the major companies. I don't charge them an arm and a leg like tha dealership would and my shop is ASC Certified to work on em for their insurance. But the bad part is I've done effed muaself up so I don't know how I'm gonna get to work on monday... Shoot!" Marcel finished putting the boxes together for Molly and grabbed the wall phone and dialed out after a few moments. "Doc... you there? Yeah it's me Marcel.. Man I'm kinda in a bad situation... Well I was over at the Klutz farm with Dukey... Naw I ain't laid up in tha hospital but I'm bout damn near it.... There was an accident I burnt the sh.. Heck out of mua arms... Yeah there wrapped up like a mummy.. I got tha nurse here with me she's gonna be taking care of me fer a few days to help me around and maybe help me recover. Naw I'll be at her place fer a few.... IN ANY case I need you to get Dale to help out at the shop while I'm out.... I know Dale is a dummy but Dale is one of the best dent and paint men here in this county next to yer pa... but yer Pa is too old... Dern it Doc just do it! Shoot! And tell Alisia when she comes in on Tuesday that I also need her on Friday to come back and write out the paychecks cause I doubt I'll be in ta do it..... Alright man Do good work see ya in a week and a half or so.... Bye"&nbsp; Marcel hung up the phone and looked at Molly who was probably staring at him. "Sorry I had to cover my shop for while I'm out." As he picked up his bag and placed it on one of the boxes and gingerly grabbed a box with the bag on it and started moving towards the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 16:50:13</strong>
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				Dukey figured Marcel would be at his house by now, packing, and decided to give him a call. He pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial for Bubba. He hoped he could catch him before he left.<br><br>It rang once...twice...all the way to four times...then Marcel's voice came on the line. "Hey, Bubba...yeah, it's me...listen, I'm real sorry about what happened, and I'll make it up to you any way I can...I've got your truck here at the farm, and she's all gassed up...Remember to use aloe vera on your arms, and whatever else Nurse Skratchit recommends. Call me if you need anything. I'll talk to you later." It was then that he realized he'd been talking to Marcel's answering machine the whole time. He shook his head and shrugged.<br><br>The next call he made was to his own workplace. He cringed as he thought about what Cutty would think of his absence. <em>But</em>, he thought, <em>maybe I can help out here, and work my job, too.</em> He got a gruff voice on the other end. "McGillicutty here."<br><br>"Yeah, boss...it's Dukey. I may need to take some personal time for a little while...I'll explain later...I'll call you by Monday to let you know for sure...Thanks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 18:54:33</strong>
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				--Dinner at the Klutz farm--<br><br><div align="center"><em>"Nibble? She's gonna EAT me! But you're right. Maybe if I take her for a ride, she'll trust me more."</em></div><br>"Are you sure you don't work late nights at the comedy theater?" Clara asked him. "If she throws you, she will pick you up by the seat and drag your butt back here. Then you can say she took a bite. I don't think it would be wise Dukey to ride Piranha with half your brain numbed by booze, but hey, it's yer butt on the line. I will just have to explain to our child why their Daddy has only half a caboose to sit on." Clara said with a straight face, but was only teasing Dukey, and was enjoying making him the target of her fun.<br><br>"I think we should talk to Minister Mac, Dukey, he is new, and younger and I bet he knows when life begins. My personal belief is that life begins when the fertile boy parts meet with the fertile girl parts. Baby makes three and all that, but if you don't know that we have a live baby floating in here, well, you need to find out now."<br><br>Clara mumbles under her breath how such an educated guy like Dukey Pookie, could come up with some of the strangest notions. She calls Minister Mac, getting his voice mail. "Minister Mac, this is Clara Klutz. Dukey Pookie and I need a counseling session on the facts of life. Fact number one, we are pregnant and he don't have a clue about babies. Please call me back." She left her number and hung up the phone.<br><br>"Where is everyone today, geez all I get is voice mail?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 19:46:45</strong>
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				"Your grandparents taught you well indeed, Marcel. You should let me carry this stuff for you. I will hate to see you in such pain for over doing, when the pain medication wears off. Don't you think you should relax a little and let me do what I came here for? I used to work at the Quikie Mart before I became a nurse, I know how to pack, pick up and carry full boxes, why don't you and Sheba have a heart to heart, while I take care of this. I really do insist." Molly tried as she might, Marcel was having none of that, he put the boxes together right there and then. <br><br>"You really are quite amazing and have done well for yourself. I am surprised we have never met before today. Mechanics are always getting hurt and coming to the Emergency room." She watched him pick up the box and the bag of clothes, heading towards the door.<br><br>"Sheba, ready to go for a ride, let's go girl." Molly got the door for Marcel, locked it and went to the car, opening the trunk for Marcel. She shook her head thinking this was going to be an interesting week, with the hard headed Marcel Rudbutter and Sheba.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 21:40:57</strong>
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				"There a difference between working and working Smart. Yeah I can work and get tore up like most other mechanics and than I can work smart. The difference is working smart you take your time as to not hurt yourself and bust yer knuckles all the time. It took me a number of years to learn that trust me. Back when I started being a mechanic this house and mua mom's house had enough bandages and first aid supplies to open a small clinic." Marcel placed the boxes in the trunk and moved to the passenger side to open the door for Sheba who crawled her way into the back seat and laid down after Marcel put a towel down for her to lay on.<br>"You know this may just be the vacation I needed." Marcel said as he slid into his seat and buckled up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>10-09-2011, 22:15:26</strong>
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				Molly started the car and pushed the buttons for the back windows to go down making sure Sheba would have plenty of fresh air for the drive to her place. She was strangely excited about the two sitting in her car. It was so far an enjoyable day, minus the burns on Marcel's hands. She couldn't wait to get home and open the back to give Sheba a run. Her fenced in yard had a small stream that cut through the side of the yard, a special pet safe guard to keep animals out and pets in. It was built by her Dad and it was approximately one half mile long by one quarter mile wide, with trees and landscaping to keep it natural looking. <br><br>"I hope you will enjoy yourself, and treat my home as yours while you are there. I feel we could have a lot of fun together while your hands are mending. I am looking forward to this as well, and having Sheba is an extra bonus."<br><br>She took the next right driving about two miles and the next left on a dirt road. She stopped at the brick mailbox, got her mail, and drove about another mile before coming to a black iron gate. She pressed the button on her keyring, it opened, and pressing it again after they passed the gate. "Now you're safe for as long as you want to stay, Marcel. Welcome to the 'Molly Skratchit Manor'." She laughed. "My Dad gave this place to me when I graduated college, before he and my Mom went to Hawaii to live. Welcome home." Molly pulled into the garage, closed the door and opened the back yard door for Sheba. "Come on Sheba, a whole new world awaits you!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 07:33:18</strong>
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				--Dinner at the Klutz farm--<br><br>"Well, it is the weekend, and maybe Minister Mac is preparing for his sermon on Sunday," Dukey shrugged, trying to think up a reasonable answer, "and Bubba's probably on his way to Nurse Skratchit's. I sure hope he's alright. That nurse seems like a calming influence on ol' Marcel." He chuckled. "As if that's possible!"<br><br>He got up from his chair and went in to the kitchen to help get everything ready for dinner, gathering the plates and silverware, and carrying them out to the table. He then turned around and went back in and looked at Clara, saying, "Kinda lonely, aren't ya? I know how you feel. I miss them, too...your Dad and my Mom. Whatever I can do around here to help out, you just let me know."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 07:56:58</strong>
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				"Yeah, I am sure Minister Mac is busy, and I think Molly is really nice. I think more than anything right now Marcel is calm due to the medication. If Molly could do half of what those pain pills do, we'd have a new Marcel, I reckon. Oh, while you were down the hall, I told Marcel he is welcome here anytime. I feel bad he got burned."<br><br>Clara brought the lasagna, bread and butter to the table. "I'm not lonely, I have you, I was and am hurt that Daddy didn't say goodbye face to face. It is his life, I guess, but it surely hurt. I thought he took the truck, nope, he took his precious Mustang. Well, at least he knew I would need the truck and left it."<br><br>She got paper and a pencil and sat down:<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Night Chores</span>:<br><br>Clean stalls, shovel piles onto wagon, new hay for animals, feed, water, shut off all lights.<br><br>"You know Dukey, you should move in here, it would be nice having you here, and it would be less running around, think about moving in, at least until Daddy comes back, Okay? I'll make up the Day Chores list later."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 08:53:11</strong>
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				Marcel climbed out of the car and gathered the boxes and his bag and started towards the door. "Um Molly? Could ya direct me to where you want this and me to place mua belongin's?" Marcel tried to relax a bit not having to be at his place but he was in front of a new female that had a genuine interest in him and his well being. This thought made Marcel smile a bit but also made him nervous as all heck. For now all he could do is just relax and do as his nurse instructed and also see what trouble he could get her into.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 11:24:40</strong>
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				Molly let Sheba into the back yard where there was shade and sun a whole lot of running space, and fresh running water. After shutting the door, she opened another, and told Marcel to walk into the small empty room. She followed him in there and shut the door, pressed the green button on the wall, and the lift took them into a spacious hallway. She pulled the bag off the box and pointed to a table, "Set the food box there, and I'll take you to your room."<br><br>Molly took him to the next door on the right. There was a full sized bed, a dresser, two end tables, a reading chair with a lamp, a large walk-in closet and a CD Player. A small skylight in the ceiling over looked the bed, and a couple of windows facing the back of the house.&nbsp; She opened the door next to the reading chair. The bathroom had a modern tub with a walk in shower, a commode, and a sink-mirror combination.<br><br>"The door next to the shower leads to the jacuzzi, Marcel. You can use it anytime, just let me know so I can help you in or out, I wouldn't want your bandages to get wet or caught on the equipment. There are hangers in the closet if you have need. I'll leave you here while I put the food away and start dinner. If you need anything, just yell."<br><br>Molly put the food away, opened the back door leading to the deck and turned on the gas grill. She watched Sheba running around checking out the new scents. "Hey Sheba, you like it here girl? You want to come up and see the inside, well come on." Molly used the lift, and brought Sheba up to the hallway. "Go find Marcel, girl". She made a salad, baked a couple of potatoes in the microwave, and put the steaks on the grill, Molly set the table and poured herself an orange juice, took her shoes off and sat out on the deck, keeping an eye on the steaks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 19:25:09</strong>
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				--dinner at the Klutz farm--<br><br>*Mookie pokes at the inside of Clara's stomach as she's sitting down to eat her dinner*<br><br>"Shoot, Momma! Y'all don' need a Preacher! 'Course I'm alive! How could I poke yer belly otherwise?"<br><br>*kicks Lukey in the cells*<br><br>"See, Momma? Thar's two of us in here all alive an' everythin'!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 23:07:34</strong>
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				Clara groaned. She looked up at Dukey, "Did you hear that, Dukey? We are gonna have twins!" Clara went back to eating, dropped her fork, and ran to the bathroom. It was clear that the morning sickness was not just a morning thing.&nbsp; She washed up and came back to the table, threw her lasagna in the garbage. Clara got a bowl from the cupboard and filled it with Chocolate Ice cream, a few dill pickles a a plop of mustard. She smiled at Dukey, and ignored his meal, enjoying her own.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 00:15:01</strong>
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				Sukey was busy packing and putting things away when she picked up her phone and realized she had a call. It was from Dukey..<br><br>"Lordy, lordy that boy sounds funny-- now why is he lettin me know that all his parts and his man parts , expecially, are workin??" She pondered for a minute and then got excited.."Oh my!! I wonder if he and Clara ..I mean Clara and he..I mean..if THEY are going to have a baby!! Oh my goodness!! I bet I am going to be a Nana!!!<br><br>She picked up the phone and dialed Dukey....<br><br>brrrrrrrrrrng...brnnnnnnnnnng..." Hello..who is this?" Her call was interrupted.."<br><br>"Bee Zee Body..is that you? You put this phone down right now! I am calling my boy and I don't need you on the line!!"<br><br>There was a loud HARUMPH! and then dead silence...Sukey tried it again..<br><br>Brrrrrrrrrrrng....brrrrrrrrrrrrrng....brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrng....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 00:40:17</strong>
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				As he raised his hand to knock on the door, Mac winced in worry at the sound. The mother of all hangovers pulsated in his head after a bit too much indulgence at Vegas over the weekend. His sermon earlier was from his emergency stash of recorded sermons. As far as anybody was concerned, the minister was suffering from a bit of a sore throat.<br><br><em>Knock, knock, knock.. </em> Each knock filling his mind with a piercing lightning bolt. Unable to slash his mind with another painful knock.. he called out.. "Clara.. hello.. It's Minister Mac." Resting his head against the cool door, he waited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 01:00:21</strong>
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				"Sweet Mercy! Minister Mac, you look terrible! You could have called, if you weren't feeling well. You look like something the cat drug in six months ago, and, oh, where's my manners, please come in."&nbsp; Clara opened the door and walked him over to the sofa. "Stay here, I'll be right back with some cold water."<br><br>"Dukey, go talk to Minister Mac, and tell him what you said to me about our babies. I am going to get him some ice water, and will join you in a minute."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 01:15:05</strong>
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				"...hear what, Clara? What about twins...?" Dukey watched her run to the bathroom, and while she was cleaning up after he heard a muffled <em>blaaarrrg</em>, his cell phone rang. He checked the caller ID, and picked up excitedly.<br><br>"Mom? Hi!...Yeah, I'm with Clara now, having dinner. Well, she had dinner, and dinner wasn't having any of it, so it looks like she's having dessert, now," he said as he glanced over and saw Clara get the ice cream out, along with the mustard and the pickles. He quickly looked away, putting a hand to his lips hesitantly, and continued, "We've got news! We're having a baby! But don't you worry, I'm taking care of things around here, too. Come back soon, okay? I'll tell you all about it, then. Have fun with Mr. Klutz. Bye, Mom." He hung up and then realized he hadn't given her a chance to say where she went.<br><br>A moment later, someone knocked at the door, Clara answered it, and when she came back, she told Dukey to talk to the Minister, and to tell him about their babies. He thought it was odd that she used the plural. He shrugged and went to the door, and extended a hand to Minister Mac. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Dukey Pookie. Boy, Clara's right, you don't look well. Please, have a seat and I'll update you on our...situation."<br><br>Once the Minister was seated, Dukey said, "It seems we're pregnant, Clara and I. Well, Clara is...I'm not, ya see. Anyways, I was just wondering, seeing as how you're a man of God and all, if you knew when life begins. I'm a little confused about the whole thing. Don't get me wrong. I know how the reproduction thing works, but...after that, I haven't got the foggiest."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 01:21:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why Dukey..."<br><br>"Son..."<br><br>"Let me...."<br><br>Then the phone was dead. Dukey hadn't let her get a work in edgewise..or any other wise for that matter! She just chuckled..he must be SOOO excited! Her little baby was having a little baby....or rather the woman he loved was having THEIR baby! No matter how you looked at it..HER baby was going to be a Daddy! Lordy, lordy, she thought this day would NEVER come!! She clapped her hands together and started to sing changing the words a little: "She's havin his baby..havin his baby!!"<br><br>She wondered what John thought about that. Well..she didn't even have time to tell Dukey she and John were going away for awhile- she hoped they would get back before the babies were born! She'd like to be there to help as Clara had no Mom around to help her out with the little one! <br><br>Sukey went off humming to herself as happy as a pig in mud! 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 01:33:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mac furrowed his brow, nodding.. as he listened to Dukey. Leaning forward with elbows on knees, he noticed his hands shaking. I need a drink, he thought. When does life begin? How can I answer that when I just want to die?<br><br>Inside, he cringed. Minister Mac was at his core the most cynical creature who hardly believed in love.. yet he knew how to act as if life was the most precious thing there was. All while the lingering memories of the wild night before made him grin, slightly. A grin that he formed into a warm smile of understanding.<br><br>Clearing his throat, Mac feigned a scratchy voice. "Ah yes, when does life begin. Let me ask you something. When you and Clara realized you.. or she.. was pregnant.. when did you know you loved that life inside her?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 01:45:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara took one look a Minister Mac, and turned around, she poured him some red wine, into a dark glass. "Here you go, I think this will help more than water, Mr. Mac. I hope you don't mind me calling you Mr. Mac, Minister sounds so, um, formal." She smiled and went and sat down in the wing chair directly across from him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 02:04:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." Dukey thought as he stood up and crossed the room to get himself some ice water, thinking it would be a good idea to have something to drink, as well. "I suppose I knew that I loved Clara first, and then after we did it...twice..." he blushed as he realized what he was saying to a holy man, "...that is, after we...uhh, made love. It was then that I knew that I loved everything about her, and that includes anything inside her, as well." He cleared his throat and blushed even more at the double meaning of 'anything inside her'.<br><br>Then it dawned on him. "So, what you're saying, Minister, is that life begins at conception? Gosh, I had no idea. My Mom didn't raise an idiot, but I never really thought about it like that."<br><br>He sipped his water slowly as he sat back down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 02:17:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Life does technically begin at conception, yes. Some even believe it begins once the.. err.. well when the.. yeah, at conception is the best belief. My way of thinking is once you love what's growing inside, which should be the moment you know, then life has truly began."<br><br>Taking a drink of water, Mac smiled at Clara. "Thank you. My throat.. this is very helpful."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 02:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are very welcome Mr. Mac," Clara said cheerfully. "The way I see it, is when Mookie poked me at the dinner table a little while ago, she told me we are having twins, a boy and a girl. So, in reality, it isn't just one baby, we are having two, and they are both very much alive. Don't you agree Mr. Mac?" Clara grinned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 03:05:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The are indeed very much alive, Clara. In fact, they are probably already arguing over who will come out first." Mac couldn't help but grin at Clara's enthusiasm. Leaning forward, he winked.. "I should be scolding the two of you for conceiving before wedlock.. but I'm not one of those old timers that think that way. I realize in today's society, this is probably the norm."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 03:32:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara listened to Mr. Mac intently, blushing when he said he should scold them both. "Did you hear that Dukey? The babies are very much alive. We are gonna be parents to twins!" She looked over to the Minister, concern all over her face, "You got any special prayers for them Mr. Mac, they will be coming into a crazy klutz world. Between their Daddy and their Momma, oh boy, they gonna need an awful lot of hope and that hope means that the klutz curse be broken with these here babies."<br><br>She stood up and took his empty glass, "Would you like a refill?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 03:52:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was big news, indeed. Dukey smiled as it occurred to him that they were not simply having one baby, but two. He had to share this with someone, or he would explode.<br><br>He pulled out his cell phone again, and dialed Sukey, holding it up to his ear. This time, he told himself, he would be more calm, and let her speak, before he hung up. After all, he had a lot to talk to her about.<br><br><em>Brrrrnnnnngggg...<br><br>Brrrrrnnnnngggg...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 04:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you like a refill?"<br><br>"I would love one, thank you. You don't happen to have an Alka-Seltzer or something similar, do you?" Or an entire bottle I could just pour down my throat, he wondered. Mac smiled at Dukey's excitement.<br><br>"So, how far along are you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 04:35:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara went into the kitchen and poured another glass of wine for Mr. Mac, and a glass of water, with 2 packets Alka-Seltzer. She came back in handed both to him after she gave Dukey a kiss on the cheek. <br><br>"Well, it has been three days I have been puking my poor guts out.&nbsp; You know, that lasagna out there, it normally is so good, but one whiff, and I need to run fast," she shook her head.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Tonight I heard my little one call out to me, she was poking me on the inside,&nbsp; she heard Dukey say he wasn't sure if they were alive." <br>"Her name is Mookie, and her brother is Lukey, she told me."<br><br>Clara looked thoughtfully at Mr. Mac. " Dukey enjoyed it though. You're welcome to have some. It is my Momma's recipe, Daddy made it for me, just like my Momma used to make it.........before taking off with Dukey's Mom."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 05:34:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you!" Instantly, Mac threw back the glass and guzzled the bubbling concoction. His throat caught and he nearly choked at Clara's words of her unborn child. Setting the glass down, his eyes drifted to her torso. I'm no doctor, he thought to himself, but I'm pretty sure those voices she hears are not from down there.<br><br>"Lasagna.. umm.. thank you but I think I'll have to take a raincheck. This cold or whatever I have.. it's kind of making my stomach feel a bit off." And yet the wine was helping immensely. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 06:09:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can see clearly what you are thinking Mr. Mac, but I assure you sincerely I heard my unborn child tell me word for word..."<br><br>"Right after Dukey had said, ""<em>It'll be a few weeks before we know more about the baby. I can't decide whether I want a boy or a girl. Guess it's best not to pin our hopes on one or the other just yet.</em>" Then he added ""<em>I wonder if life really does begin at conception...and if so, if a fetus can think. I mean, we all know babies kick when they're in the womb</em>.""<br><br>She stared at Minister Mac and yelled, "<strong>I'm not crazy, I'm Pregnant</strong>!<br><br>My little baby said their names are Mookie and Lukey..and Mookie said:<br><br>"<em>Shoot, Momma! Y'all don' need a Preacher! 'Course I'm alive! How could I poke yer belly otherwise</em>?"<br><br>"<em>See, Momma? Thar's two of us in here all alive an' everythin</em>'!"<br><br>Clara sighed, "Really..I called you immediately after these conversations took place."<br>She got up and sat next to Mr. Mac, took his glass of wine, took a few swallows, and handed it back to him. "I am a klutz, born a Klutz, and is a klutz, that don't make me crazy, does it Mr. Mac?" She put her head on his shoulder and sighed.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 09:44:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shoot," Dukey exclaimed, "I just talked to her not that long ago. Now, where could she have gotten to?" The phone clicked over to voicemail, and he heard <em>This is Sukey Pookie. I can't take your call at the...</em> before hitting the 'end' button.<br><br>"I'm sure she'll call me back when she gets a chance," he muttered, and turned his attention to Clara and the Minister.<br><br>"See? That's another thing I'm not sure about. She said she could tell the babies," he was still having a hard time believing it was gonna be twins, even though they did run on both sides of his family, and everyone in his family was always quick to learn to talk, "...the babies are a boy and a girl. Is that just women's intuition, or what? Or is there something deeper and more mysterious at work here?"<br><br>He got up and brought the wine bottle out, after finishing his ice water and refilling it. He kept it close, so that he could refill the Minister's glass, saying, "Careful, Clara. That's not good for the babies." He noticed her head on his shoulder, and wondered what kind of church he was a Minister for, where the congregation could so brazenly do such things. Minister Mac didn't seem to mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 15:27:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*pokes at Clara's stomach again*<br><br>"Momma, whacha doin' cuddlin' with some guy who ain' Daddy? That ain' right..."<br><br>*yawns*<br><br>"Oh, Momma, y'all made me awful tired with that wine ya drank. I think I'ma go to sleep."<br><br>*curls up her cells and starts snoring*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 18:31:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel came back from wondering around the house looking at stuff once the dinner bell had rang and he was called he dug into the food as his stomach reminded him this was his first meal all day and he had been running off fumes and beer. "You know this has ta be some of the best steak and tater's I've had in a while!" Marcel enjoyed the steaks and salad once everything was done he started collecting the plates and taking stuff to the kitchen and began to look around it like he was lost. "Um molly do ya have any gloves? You know the yeller ones used fer doin' dishes?" Marcel rubbed his head for a second before looking under the sink. "I reckon if you cooked I gotta clean... ya know? As they say fair is fair!" Marcel looked confused as heck trying to find gloves not even knowing if Molly had any.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 18:44:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly cut the bone out of her steak, leaving some of the juicy steak attached. She called Sheba over. "Doesn't this look good enough for the princess Sheba?" She got up as Marcel cleared the table, opened the door to the deck, covering the grill, she laid the bone on the deck floor. "There you go Sheba," she smiled and went back inside.<br><br>"Marcel, if you were my house guest only, you still wouldn't be doing dishes. Now, you can sit here and watch me, talk with me and drink a beer or coffee, or go find something else to do, but dishes, is not one of your choices."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 18:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara sat bolt upright. "<strong>OMGawd Mookie</strong>! Stop pokin me...I ain't cuddlin no one, baby."<br><br>She looked wide eyed at Dukey, "She's poking me again, and she just said: <em>"Momma, whacha doin' cuddlin' with some guy who ain' Daddy? That ain' right...</em>"<br><br>She looked at Mr. Mac, "you believe me, don'tcha Mr. Mac?"&nbsp; She shook her head, "Oh Geez now she said: <em>"Oh, Momma, y'all made me awful tired with that wine ya drank. I think I'ma go to sleep."</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 19:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh no! You cooked I clean them's tha rules ain't it?" Marcel looked at Molly with that come get me glance. "Lookie here if I can't do the dishes than I can help ya dry them off and put them away! I ain't never shirked from no chore and I ain't about ta start now once were done than we can both relax. drink us a coffee or in mua case a beer and see what comes up." Marcel stated as he grabbed a dish towel and stepped aside so Molly could start washing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 19:42:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Last time I checked Marcel, this was my home, and being the home owner, I make the rules." She grabbed the towel from his hands and turned the sprayer on full blast spraying him. "Now see what you have done? The mop is in the broom closet swabbie." Molly laughed at the look on his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 19:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay okay I see how this is gonna be!" Marcel raised his eyebrows and tucked in his lower lip in like he had tobacco in it and smiled as he removed the now wet shirt. He picked up a cup and walked out of the room with it coming back in a few seconds later and stepping behind Molly dumping the contents of water over her head slowly just so she feels it running down her back. As he did so Marcel started chuckling to himself amused at what he had done. "Now... were even."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 20:00:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You want to test me, Marcel?" Molly gave a smirk, turned back to the sink filling it with very warm water, adding an extra squirt of super suds dish detergent to the water. Molly began washing the dishes and felt the water pouring over her head, she let out a squeal feeling the water run down her back in dribbles. "OH! you devil." Molly grabbed a large cup and tossed the sudsy contents at Marcel the cup still in her hands as the soapy water splashed on him. She stood there laughing, she couldn't believe she just did that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 20:06:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel now with a face full of suds and a smile on it blinked as the bubbles were running down his face "Um Molly.... you do know this mean's war right?" As Marcel with bandaged arms and all reached in the sink and scooped up a thing of bubbles and placed it on her head. "I now dub the tha Bubble Queen!" Marcel said jokingly as he dove to the other side of the counter to dodge her water retaliation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 20:20:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly took one look at him and burst into jubilant laughter. "Oh look at you, you're all wet," She threw him a dish towel,&nbsp; "Here, let me help you," Molly roared in laughter at her semi-sarcastic remark. "War? I wouldn't have it any other way. Bring it on." She was having a good time of showing him she was boss, even though he wasn't buying any of it. Marcel heaped a ton of suds on her head in a quick like action with his bandaged hands before Molly could say a word of protest. "<em>I now dub the tha Bubble Queen</em>."<br>Without a moments hesitation, Molly grabbed the open bottle of Super Suds and squirted it all over Marcel's chest. She gave him a look of 'Oh crap' and shook her head, "Oh my Marcel what have I done?" She started laughing so hard, "You are all pink!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 20:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel who was now all covered in dish detergent smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Well no matter what at least I'll be clean by tha end of this war as he grabbed the hose and turned it on her full blast. That action caused him to start laughing very hard "Hahahahaoh oh oh oh owe owe my sides." Marcel sat down on the water covered floor holding his sides which were still bandaged wincing in pain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 20:50:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Here stood Molly and Marcel, in her kitchen with a very wet sudsy mess. Marcel gave her that cute smirk with raised eyebrow, "<em>Well no matter what at least I'll be clean by tha end of this war</em>." He turned the sprayer on her, instantly soaked head to toe, she started laughing with him, and noticed then Marcel's pain. She knelt down next to him concerned, that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. "Come on Marcel, I think we need to get you into the shower, and get this soap off you, and into your jammies. Then I will bandage you and you can relax for the rest of the night. Don't worry about anything, at least my floor is clean, and I won this round," Molly gave him a wink.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel goes to get a hand up from Molly. "Yeah yeah yeah you only won cause I ain't at one hundred percent now granted I'm better I bet ya I'll beat ya hands down." Marcel smiled Molly as he extended his arm to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:10:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I won fair and square Marcel, Injured or not, you didn't do the dishes, now did you?" She pulled the non skid rug over to help Marcel up and keep them from slipping on the slick surface. "When you're better we can have a re-match, though I know who will win, you being such a gentle man and all." Molly helped him into his room. "I will take your bandages off after your shower." She opened the closet and handed him two large bath towels. "If you need anything, I will be in the kitchen, just yell."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel looked to Molly "Um not ta be a pain but what about mua hands? There still wrapped up tighter than a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly gave him <em>a thoughtful, I got your number, look</em>. "You know Marcel, I wasn't born this morning. Remember in the hospital, when you dropped your pants, and then at your home, getting the key, unlocking and opening your door, how you packed your own clothes, and how you put the boxes together?? <strong>Oh</strong>! and in the dining room, using that nice sharp steak knife..<strong>and</strong>, let us not forget how you so cold bloodedly turned on the faucet to get a cup full of water, to douse me with.. <strong>and oh yeah</strong>!" she smirked," let us Not forget the sprayer in the kitchen." She laughed, "I think you can handle a little shower, don't you, Marcel?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:39:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awe and I wanted ya to hold mua hands while doin' it" Marcel snickered to himself while under his breath he remarked wouldn't hurt ta unwrap em and wrap me up again." Marcel stopped a though for a second. "..... wait why do I feel like a glorified Ken doll?" as he started to laugh and started holding his sides again. "Oh oh oh I gotta stop that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 21:56:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do apologize Marcel," Molly said with concern, " I take it you are feeling the effects of the pain medication wearing off." She walked into the shower setting the temperature a little on the cool side. "Your bandages are water proof, and will hold up in the shower,&nbsp; the shower head is set to a soft flow, it will not hurt your skin to stand in there while I wash the soap off you, the cooler temperature is for the burns, it will not be as painful at that setting."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 22:14:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Marcel stripped down and walked into the shower he looked at Molly with a look of ease. In a calm but softer tone that didn't have so much of a draw behind it and sounded a bit more proper Marcel replied. "You know you are going all out fer me and I do appreciate that with such tender care your actions could cause even the hardest person to fall in love with you Molly..." Marcel looked down and winced a bit as the water hit his arms and the pain registered. "DERN BURNT ARMS!" All softness in his voice was gone in that instance. "I swear Dukey Pukey I'm gonna Frog you like there's no tomorrow tellin' me there were kids in tha oven that need savin'! Shoot that does hurt!" Marcel's body became tense as she started washing him off looking down even Molly could not ignore the fact he was enjoying her touch through all the pain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 00:04:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly removed her dress clothes leaving her undergarments on. She turned facing Marcel, with a soft cloth she began washing the thick pink gooey detergent off his chest starting at his shoulders working down. She washed the excess off with the cloth, and used her bare hand to suds up what was on his skin, then rinse that area with the nozzle.<br><br>She smiled and blushed deeply at Marcel's words,"<em>You know you are going all out fer me and I do appreciate that with such tender care your actions could cause even the hardest person to fall in love with you Molly</em>." Molly jumped when he yelled "<em>DERN BURNT ARMS</em>,"&nbsp; and fell against him. "Oh, sorry Marcel," she blushed again, standing back up.<br><br>She reached up quickly to point the shower head directly below his neck away from his arms. She looked up at him with much compassion and said, "Take it easy Marcel, we will fix this very soon, I promise." His next outburst she had to bite her tongue, and turn away, though it wasn't funny that he got severely burnt, what he said and how it sounded, made her understand the friendship between Dukey Pookie and Marcel Rudbutter a very unique and rare thing.<br><br>"Marcel, did Dukey Pookie tell you the kids needed saving, or did he tell you that there were children in the oven? Before you frog him one, make sure you know why you are frogging your best friend." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 00:16:30</strong>
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				"Knowin' me I ain't gonna frog em. Right now I'm just speaking out of the pain from mua arms." Marcel chuckled a bit before wincing again and proceeded to wrap his arms around Molly who had turned away from him as he softened his voice again. "But what I said before was true about you makin' somebody love you for yer actions and you being so tender to them." As he embraced her and placed his head on her shoulder burying it some what. "Thank you Molly I am very grateful that you are here with me." The water on Marcel's head running over his face hid very the tears leaking from his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 00:41:26</strong>
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				"I know that Marcel," Molly said softly. "Pain does strange things to people, we all lash out first, then calm down and regroup after the pain is less or gone."She felt his arms wrapping around her, listened to his words then felt his head on her shoulders. "I am glad I could be a help to you Marcel, really. The truth is, I wouldn't trade my vacation time doing anything else. I think this is going to be a very enjoyable week." She would have returned his embrace, but with his arms already a mess, she just tilted her head to rest on his a little bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 09:46:57</strong>
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				Mac sipped at his wine wondering what on earth he was doing sitting here. And I thought I was klutzy! Er, crazy! And yet he was comfy sitting here. Even somehow soothed when Clara rested her head on his shoulder. Although in the deepest part of his mind, he kept expecting a dude with a mask and a chainsaw to come bursting in at any moment.<br><br>Patting her thigh, "Clara, Dukey is right. You really should lay off the wine. My mother drank plenty when I was inside her and look at me? I got wrapped up in religion! But back to the voices in your.. um.. stomach.. I have heard that twin pregnancies can cause hallucinations in thoughts." This, he was making up completely. Minister Mac was a pro at bullshitting. "I have also heard that alcohol consumption while engaged in such a pregnancy can cause the hallucinations to become far stronger."<br><br>Realizing his hand still sat upon Clara's thigh, Mac snatched it back, grabbing his glass. Draining the remaining wine, Mac stared at the bottle for a moment before leaning forward and refilling. What the hell, he figured. She hears her unborn twins and drinks wine. Where the hell is Rod Serling and his never ending cigarette? Cigarette. Yes.<br><br>Dukey's questions lingered in his thoughts for a moment. "The Lord does work in mysterious ways, that is true. Although it has been a thousand years or so since he dabbled too much in our affairs. Not to say it's not possible!"<br><br>Turning back to Clara, "In your family.. is hearing the voices of unborn children a normal thing?" Are you all crazy, or just you, he wondered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 15:19:08</strong>
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				"I think you both are making a big ta-doo over two sips of wine!" Clara objected. "It's not like a drink a ton of it anyways." Clara noticed Mr. Mac's hand on her thigh waiting to see what Dukey would say. He said nothing, so neither did she at this point. "I am not hallucinating either, I heard her voice, and if I get that ultra sound and it shows twins, both you bozo's will be biting your tongues and apologizing to me!"<br><br>As soon as Minister Mac moved his hand, he asked her,"<em>In your family.. is hearing the voices of unborn children a normal thing</em>?"<br><br>Clara jumped up looked at him and Dukey, "Are you trying to imply I am crazy?" She got a smoke and a lighter from the stand, went outside and lit up, just after slamming the front door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 18:08:09</strong>
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				*wakes up as the stimulant infuses Clara's womb*<br><br>"Ooh, Momma! What's thatcha got there?! It makes me feel all jumpy an' stuff!"<br><br>*bounces around for a few minutes, then coughs up some amniotic fluid*<br><br>"Ugh, Momma, maybe that ain' so great..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 22:30:48</strong>
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				Clara took two drags before she heard the little voice of Mookie, <br><br><em>"Ooh, Momma! What's thatcha got there?! It makes me feel all jumpy an' stuff!"</em><br><br>her stomach did some flip flops as she tossed the cigarette to the ground, squishing it.<br><br>"You win Mookie, you and your brother win."<br><br>She walked to the barn, and saddled up Piranha. "Come on girl, we ain't staying here, no one will miss us anyways."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 02:23:02</strong>
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				Dukey watched as Mac explained things, and questioned Clara, noticing the familiarity with which he touched her, getting more and more upset. Was he jealous of this religious man? No, he couldn't be...could he?<br><br>Then Clara jumped up and went outside, just as Dukey was about to object. He stood up, and thanked the Minister for coming. "I, uhh...I should go check on her. Thank you, Minister. It was a pleasure meeting you."<br><br>He walked outside just in time to see Clara throw down the cigarette and extinguish it with her foot. <em>She drinks <strong>and</strong> smokes,</em> he thought. It seemed he had a lot to learn about her.<br><br>He followed her, unnoticed, to the barn, and watched her prep Piranha. He stepped out of the shadows, and asked, "...and just where do you think you're going, little lady?" in his best John Wayne imitation. "You look to be itchin' for a ride off into the sunset. I think it's only fair if I join ya." Piranha snorted, and Dukey remained calm, taking a breath and swallowing back his fear. "So, whaddya say, ma'am? You gonna leave all those that care about ya, and would miss ya, or allow an old fella like me to enjoy your company on yer horse, there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 02:52:17</strong>
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				Clara was muttering under her breath, then yelled at Piranha, "don't be such a bitch Piranha, you're so willing to bite Dukey, open yer dern mouth and let us go, any other day of the week you'd let me bridle yer ass!" She jumped a foot dropping the bridle as she heard Dukey behind her "...<em>and just where do you think you're going, little lady</em>?" and he added "<em>You look to be itchin' for a ride off into the sunset. I think it's only fair if I join ya.</em>"&nbsp; Clara started to protest, but he said it so cute like, her temper cooled off a little. Dukey asked, "<em>So, whaddya say, ma'am? You gonna leave all those that care about ya, and would miss ya, or allow an old fella like me to enjoy your company on yer horse, there</em>?"<br><br>"Dukey, I am really upset, you let that Mr. Mac imply I was crazy. You didn't say a thing on my behalf, you believed him over me, didn't say a word when he put his hand on my thigh...and Mookie, yes, we are going to have twins, get used to it. A woman knows things a man would never know. My Momma said lots of times things that drove Daddy nuts, and it happened just the way she said, too. And Momma drank a little wine to calm her morning sickness, and look at me........."&nbsp; Clara's eyes opened wide. "Oh, he is right, isn't he, I am crazy, I am a klutz because my Momma drank wine?"<br><br>She started to cry, then snapped out of it just as quick. "No! I heard her say Mookie and Lukey. That is what we are naming my babies. And iff'n you don't marry me, I will still name them Mookie and Lukey!"<br><br>"Where's tha Mr. Mac? Did you leave him loose in my house?" Clara yanked the saddle off Piranha and stormed out of the barn heading back towards the house.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 06:29:18</strong>
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				And then there was one. Holy shit, Mac thought to himself, I gotta get outta here. And yet, there's still a bit of wine left. Shaking his head, the minister realized he had to set some sort of example and not be seen as a drunk as he left this madhouse. Getting a faint whiff of cigarette smoke, he decided it was time to crawl back into his car, light up a smoke and crank up some Led Zeppelin. The wine was settling in nicely along with the Alka-Seltzer. A few shots of Absolute and he would be right as rain.<br><br>Walking to the front door, he laughed. This is the last time I make house calls, Mac promised himself. I'm lucky to make it out of here alive. Of all the gin-joints in all the world.. witness protection sent him to this town? Does it even qualify as a town? It was bad enough he had to assume the role of a minister. But here? He did kind of dig holding court in the rickety old church, finding it fun in an odd way. But these hillbillies, holy shit!<br><br>Walking out the front door, Mac lit a Marlboro as he slipped his shades back on.. and sighed. Coming straight in his direction was Clara.. looking as if she was going to whip out a sword and slice him in two. Oh god.. what does she want now?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 07:56:39</strong>
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				"Clara, wait!" Dukey stated with a touch more force than he intended. He proceeded out of the barn after her. "It's not like that. I just thought that, since you two know each other, and he's a man of the Lord and all, well, he couldn't possibly do you any harm, right? That's why I stayed silent, not because I believe him over you. My Mom taught me to respect people in a position of authority, especially religious authority." <em>Man, these women are complicated,</em> he thought. "Look. If you want, I'll punch his lights out. He'll need those shades to cover two black eyes when I'm done with him.<br><br>"There he is, now," he said as he spied the holy man. "Alright, you! What kind of nonsense are you filling her head with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 11:15:54</strong>
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				Clara was half way back to the house when she heard Dukey yell "<em>Clara, wait</em>!", and"<em> it's not like that. I just thought that, since you two know each other,</em> …” She turned and gave him a look, “Enough,” she yelled.<br><br>She yelled to Minister Mac, “I am not finished here, so kindly step back from the car!”<br><br>Clara pointed to the chairs on the porch, "one of you sit here , the other over there, or sit on the porch swing, but both of you, are going to let me have my say, afterwards, you can both do what you want."<br><br>"The thing is Minister Mac, I called you here to explain some things that I personally believe are true, I thought for sure a minister would know, to be a fact, and explain it to Dukey." She looked at them both, "Heck, we women know you all don't believe a word women say, and don't try to deny it, Dukey Pookie!"<br><br>"For one thing, the last several days have been life changing for all of us within this tight circle. The first being Dukey's and my meeting, the second, well, the conception of Baby, now known as the babies, whether you believe me or not, the day I get the ultra sound, you both can apologize to me, and you will!"<br><br>"The third thing is my Daddy decided on a notion, just a week away from Harvesting time, to go on a damn Vacation with Dukey's Mom, he left me to work the farm, with the suspicion I was pregnant. You don't think Minister Mac that.. that is enough to stress me out?? And you come here hung over, oh yes, great first impression." She bore a whole in his eyes with that Clara Klutz look. <br><br>"Out of the kindness of my heart, I gave you some of Daddy's finest wine, and how do you repay me? Oh yes, I remember, you asked me <em>"In your family.. is hearing the voices of unborn children a normal thing?" </em> I put my head on you for some support and you do what?? Well, yeah, we all know what you did, don't we?"<br><br>Clara turned to Dukey, "You, don't listen to me at all, you assumed because I called him, I know Minister Mac. Well, that sure makes an ass of of you, Bruce has company now. To top it off Dukey, you said <em>My Mom taught me to respect people in a position of authority, especially religious authority</em>, well what about the woman you supposedly care about, the Mother to be of our children? Oh, that's right, we aren't married, so you really don't have to believe me, is that it? Don't either of you leave." She walked into the house, got a jug of ice tea, 3 glasses, and brought it outside. She filled all 3 classes, and said, "help yourself."&nbsp; Clara drank some of the tea.<br><br>"The last thing I am going to say is this, <strong>Until Both you fine upstanding gentlemen</strong>, find yourself in the status of motherhood, <strong>that means pregnant</strong>, don't think you know one tenth about what a woman communicates with her children, have I made myself clear? Good." Clara refilled her glass and headed back to the barn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 19:47:57</strong>
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				Mac stared in disbelief. How the hell does she know I have a hangover? Damn! Somewhere back in his mind, he remembered that pregnant women have keen senses. She smelled it on me! Lesson learned. "For the record, I'm working on my.. drinking. This whole priestly.. err minister and being godly thing.. wasn't exactly my first calling."<br><br>Turning towards Dukey, "By the way, my hand in there.. I wasn't.. Look! Clara had her head on my shoulder, which is fine! Just the other day, the Applesauce.. err Crabapple sisters sat on either side of me and it took me three hours to get their identical blue wigs off my shoulders. It must be the collar." The very collar that now hung from his rearview mirror, he just realized. Unsure whether he was helping the situation, Mac smiled and spread his arms. "I'm simply a servant of God.. my children."<br><br>The Apple-... Crabapple sisters were both in their 90's. This part, Mac hoped, would go unnoticed. Lighting a cigarette, he stared down at the ground. "Look, I'm just a kid from the Bronx. I'm doing my best here. Do I think Clara is crazy? What woman isn't a little crazy? My mom once came at me with a machete 'cause she thought my sister and I were messing around with each other." Truth was, when he was a teen, he had lusted after his older sister. But she wouldn't have any part of it.<br><br>"When it comes to those lives inside Clara, every little move, kick, feeling.. they are talking to her. If she hears it as a voice, great! Who are we to dispute what's going on in her body?" Grinning, nodding like a fool, he was hoping somehow he was helping diffuse the situation. Suddenly he stared towards the trunk of his car in the distance. There was a flask of Cuervo Gold hidden beneath a tire. If he was stuck here for a while, why not? Surely Dukey would enjoy a few shots. Yet he was worried if he took a step in that direction Clara would next emerge with a shotgun.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 08:13:20</strong>
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				Dukey had the same slack-jawed look on his face as Mac did. He could really use a drink after that tirade, and not just iced tea, either, but he took the glass and sipped it, to keep his mouth from turning into the Sahara.<br><br>He glanced over at the Minister as he got to the part about women being a little crazy to begin with, and listened to the rest of what he had to say, before adding in a firm voice, "Now, listen here, missy. Don't you go anywhere. We," he said, motioning to himself and Mac, "realize women are just as important, and hold just as much authority, as men, and I will not have you insult us! I respect my Mom and you, both, and I never claimed that I didn't believe you. It's your body, and what goes <strong>on</strong> in there is your business, but what goes <strong>in</strong> there is mine." He realized the double meaning of what he'd just said, and stopped, sipping his tea once again, before continuing, "If I didn't respect authority, I wouldn't still be here, would I? I am willing and able to help out, and I wouldn't do that for just anyone. I'm in this for the long haul, Clara, and that's that.<br><br>"Secondly, who calls someone they don't know, to come over to their house, and then claims not to know him when he gets there?" He looked pointedly at Mac. "Where <em>did</em> you get his number, if you don't know him? He must be your family's spiritual advisor, am I right?"<br><br>He walked past Clara, toward the barn, saying matter-of-factly over his shoulder, "Minister, if you would, advise Clara while I tend to the horse and the donkey. Thank you." His position made clear, he strode off, thinking to himself <em>who's the jackass, now?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 09:05:24</strong>
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				John was not sure about the trip to Serenity, it was a town that he knew nothing about and had very little access to. So going there for a vacation of sorts was not on the agenda. Just as he was little more than halfway there, he pulled a very hard U turn and went right back into the general area of town while speeding as if he was a bat out of hell as he pushed the speed of the car up to something that was close to about 90 MPH which was as we all know over the speed limit not by a little by a lot and there was this sense that this was not something that he had done for the first time. This was something that he had done multiple times.<br><br>So he had this control over the vehicle that had come with all of the practice that he had accrued over the while that he had been doing this as a teenager the several times he had to go stop someone from doing something that was reckless. And with the speed that he was going, getting back to town was going to take a fraction of the time that it had for them to get to where they had been on their way to Serenity. John maintained his cool throughout all of it as he sped down the highway to the town. But he did of course have to keep his eyes on the road. Which meant that he was not paying all that much attention to the woman that was sitting beside him.<br><br>Sukey was a good woman but he was not sure that she was going to be happy with a man that was like John. He had hoped to be that man but considering that they were now traveling away from the place that she had wanted to go he was sure that she was not going to be happy with him at all. He had a reason for what he was doing. If he took her then he was taking all of the potential support that their children were going to have for this challenge that he had given them. And to make them do it without some support was unfair. He had support when he had started working on the farm for Madison. So they deserved the same luxury.<br><br>He saw the welcome sign to the town that he of course passed with a bit of dust spreading all over it from the tail of the cars passing. He maneuvered his way through town without bothering to slow down since he wanted to make his way through town as quickly as he could so that neither of their children could stop him from continuing his way out of the whole place. When he saw her driveway, he dropped his speed to about 60mph and then drifted his way into her driveway with a sharp left turn that due to the nature of drifting dropped his speed down considerably as he swung into place in front of her house.<br><br>"You have a good day, Sukey. I did not mean to take you away from your child. I hope you will forgive me one day." John said as he opened the car door to let her out with his right foot already revving his engine that meant he was ready to speed off once more. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 11:16:56</strong>
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				“I am very glad to hear you are working on it,&nbsp; Minister Mac,” Clara said sincerely.<br>“Being a servant of God, is why I called you, I didn’t expect to be insulted, more over that you had the audacity to insult my Daddy and my Momma, may she rest in peace, by insinuating, <em>"In your family.. is hearing the voices of unborn children a normal thing?"</em><br><br>“I for one am horrified that your Mother traumatized you so badly, that you think <strong>all women are<br>crazy</strong>.&nbsp; I do say you becoming a minister is even more shocking, you either have a lot of hate or something else driving you., I don’t mean any disrespect, but in a way <em><strong>you fired the first shot</strong></em>, and it hurt me deeply. I love my Daddy and he is a saint as far as I am concerned.”<br><br>“I see how it is Dukey, Minister Mac comes here, insults me, and my family, and you say nothing. Fine, I see, it is okay, for me to be hurt and it don’t mean a thing. You didn’t stand up and say anything, your silence hurt me. I know, I should not have fallen so low to insult you both I agree, but, on the other hand, I truly thought you would have said something nice, on my behalf.”<br><br>She looked at Dukey, “You had a question about life, I called this minister because I read in the paper he was new, the old guy retired, so yeah, I don’t know him, because he is new.<br><strong>No Dukey, he is new to our town, geez, how can I know him</strong> if he is<strong> New!!!</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 23:44:54</strong>
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				Marcel was warm not only from the water that was hitting him but also from the embrace of Molly. Marcel was generally a rambunctious person with out much in the way of qualms on hitting on a female and trying to seduce her. Molly was on the other hand different. He could not explain why but he felt drawn to her. As she rested her head against his Marcel started threading his fingers through her hair. "Ya know I feel strangely calm around you. I can't explain it but I do." Marcel pulled away from Molly slowly and kissed her gently as the water ran over them before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. He started to dry himself off for the time being as he was feeling no pain from his sides due to the fact his body was a bit warm from the shower. His instinct were telling him to take her and make slow passionate love to her but his heart was telling him no. Marcel for the first time was torn when it came to a woman. He thought to himself. *How can I be falling in with her? I just met her I can't be falling for her but my heart when I held her just started beating ninety to nothing. Calm down Marcel we can figure this out. What would Dukey say..... She's your Nurse and you at her house what is there to think about she want you bubba give her the pokin' she needs! Nonononono I cannot do that Shoot! The Kiss was too much! How will she react?* Marcel who's brain started going into overdrive sat down to breath. He draped the towel over his head to hide his face for it was starting to turn red.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 00:29:43</strong>
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				The warm water flowing over them was soothing, or maybe it was soothing because Marcel's arms were wrapped around Molly, and their heads were touching in a very cozy way. His fingers running through her hair like that was causing her to drift in this moment, lost in the thought of Marcel. His gentle kiss, brought her awareness of what was happening. "I know the feeling Marcel." She didn't say it, she thought it, and chided herself for not being more professional. Still, there was no denying how she was feeling right now.<br><br>Molly grabbed a bath towel, wrapping it around her, she stepped out of the shower. "Marcel, when you are ready, I need you to lie face down on the bed, so I can change your bandages." Her voice had a slight stutter sound to it. "I, ..I will be right back." Molly left the bath room, but before she made it too much further, she turned to Marcel, "That was the nicest kiss I have ever gotten, Marcel." She felt her face turn red, and left his room.<br><br>Molly went in to her room, shut the door and changed into her normal evening wear. When she came back into Marcel's room, her hair was pulled back, and she was wearing sea blue pajamas and a deep blue Japanese style robe. She had a box full of gauze, tape, ointments, bandages and scissors. <br><br>"Let me know when you are ready."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 01:00:40</strong>
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				Marcel caught off guard by her voice looked up startled he hadn't even heard what she was saying. "Do what?" The towel came off and fell to the floor revealing his red face. "I'm sorry what am I getting ready fer?" Marcel who was still naked standing in front of this woman was blushing brighter red than a lobster when before he had no qualms standing before her before nude. He looked at her like a deer caught in headlights as he asked her the question before noticing the supplies in her hands. "Oh mua bandages! Sorry I.... I don't know what came over me." Marcel started laughing nervously as he held his arms out for her to work on his waist first thinking to himself. *Get a hold of yer self man she's gonna think yer the super goober and walk out on ya!*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 01:13:24</strong>
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				"Marcel, I need you to lie down, on the bed, chest down on the mattress, please? I can work better, alright? She started to blush, him still naked, standing before her with his arms extended. She set her jaw into a smirkish look, "Don't make me get all mean with your butt," she laughed. "Now just do what this nurse tells ya to do, it'll go quicker, and I won't have to rip off my mistake, because you moved."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 02:37:36</strong>
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				Marcel did as Molly instructed and laid down on the bed."Um.... not ta question yer motives but how are ya ta change mua bandages around mua waist like that?" Marcel shrugged and just relaxed as he tried to keep from moving. While he laid there his mind started wondering and thinking. *You know Marcel you can easily grab her and put her on bottom and show her why you are king ding-a-ling. Nononono what if you were to Marry this woman?* Marcel froze stiff for a second before his thought started to move again. *She is smart, pretty, I ain't gotta teach her nothin' and she does have her own place... that is a possibility.... No Marcel you blasted dunderhead yer thinkin' too fast and mentally movin' faster slow down!*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 02:57:09</strong>
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				Molly pulled the stool over to the head of the bed, she reached into the box and pulled out a small clear vial. She poured a little onto her finger tips. "Close your eyes Marcel, and think of something that brings soothing beautiful thoughts to your mind, just relax, okay?" She rubbed her fingers together, starting at the base of scalp, she began to massage his neck, working down to his shoulder. She stood up went to the other side of him and did the other side. Using one hand to massage his upper back she worked carefully removing the bandage off his back. The moisture from the shower made it extra easy for her to remove most of the bandage with little pull.<br><br>Molly grabbed the antiseptic ointment and covered the scraps on Marcel's back.&nbsp; She laid down a sterile covering over his back. Grabbing the surgical sheers she started cutting off the bandages on his arm. Once off she covered the burns with another layer of corn starch. Adding a sterile wrap around his hands gently. "I'm not hurting you, am I Marcel?" Molly asked. She started at his fingers lacing the cotton between his fingers, and bandaged his arm, taping it just below his elbow. She repeated the same process on the other arm.<br><br>"Roll just a little to your right while I get the rest of this bandage off, then to the other side, not too far, I still need to bandage your back completely."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 22:43:33</strong>
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				As Dukey walked away, Mac wanted to jump up and beg him to stay. Noooo, don't leave me with her! Instead, his mind scrambled. Pages from his 'Ministry for Dummies' book flashed through his mind. Clearing his throat, he decided to wing it.<br><br>In his calmest, most friendly voice, hoping to diffuse this ticking time bomb named Clara.. "Clara, I think you and I started out wrong.. and for that, I apologize. From my neck of the woods, people speak bluntly and without worry of repercussions. Now, I know I'm the new guy in town.." Standing, he warily walked closer, straining for any sudden bits of inspiration. Please God, help out a poor misguided Irish kid from the Bronx. For a brief moment, Mac expected a jolt of lightning to crisp him right there on the spot.<br><br>"In no way was I implying that you or any of your family is crazy. I didn't! My question came in haste but I assure you I was simply attempting to ascertain whether or not this was a psychic ability that ran in your family." He felt on a roll now, so continued. "I watched a special on TLC just a few nights ago about intuition that is strong in some families."<br><br>Remembering his earlier wayward hand, the minister stopped before getting too close. "I meant no insult. I just want to help. Please, let me help. Yes, those two little miracles inside you.. they are alive! They have souls! And yes.." Swallowing hard, he continued, starting to believe it himself.. ".. yes.. I believe these two little ones can and do speak to you." He could almost feel his dead father spinning in his grave at those last words, screaming what an idiot he was.<br><br>Holding out the very hand that earlier rested upon Clara's knee, realizing instantly it was probably the wrong move, Mac smiled warmly.. "Peace?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 09:27:41</strong>
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				Clara saw the look on Minister Mac's face, she had to turn away from him while she darn near laughed out loud.&nbsp; She was however laughing inside. "Poor guy, I almost feel sorry for him," she thought quietly then smirked, "oh yeah, this is going to be fun."<br><br>She looked at Minister Mac, with her jaw set, and a very serious look listening to his feeble attempt to apologize. When he took a step closer her eyes and her face gave him a look of, 'I wouldn't if I were you!' <br><br>You think Minister Mac? I think that your arriving without a return phone call would have been a clue. You arrive at my house supposedly a man of deep faith in God, yet arrive intoxicated. Gee imagine us starting off on the wrong foot." She was a tad sarcastic in her response.<br><br>"What I am amazed at is your higher ups whoever they may be would send you out to a small town without first making an attempt to know us, before judging us. Your question even in haste was well off base, there was no reason under the sun for you to whip off that question to me. Why didn't you ask if we were gypsies or something. I felt you were ready to burn me at the stake for being a witch."<br><br>Clara sighed, "I hope like hades, you aren't BS'ing me, Minister Mac."<br><br>"I called you here not to argue, I wanted you to explain to Dukey that life begins at conception, not when the baby takes it first breath. There are plenty of verses in the Bible that backs it up. If you want to help, then do so, other wise, he may not take any of this so seriously. You are right, they are a miracle, <strong>Both of them</strong>."<br><br>She smiled and said, "I hear Mookie's voice, she says she has a brother sitting next to her, and she likes kicking his butt." Clara shook her head. "Mookie is going to be a hell raiser. I can feel it in my bones."<br><br>"Okay Minister Mac, Peace," She shook his hand, and said, "Come on let's go tell Dukey, then you can meet the family, Piranha and Bruce."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 17:26:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112172.msg5212612#msg5212612">Quote from: Swordsman18 on 15-09-2011, 09:05:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">John was not sure about the trip to Serenity, it was a town that he knew nothing about and had very little access to. So going there for a vacation of sorts was not on the agenda. Just as he was little more than halfway there, he pulled a very hard U turn and went right back into the general area of town while speeding as if he was a bat out of hell as he pushed the speed of the car up to something that was close to about 90 MPH which was as we all know over the speed limit not by a little by a lot and there was this sense that this was not something that he had done for the first time. This was something that he had done multiple times.<br><br>So he had this control over the vehicle that had come with all of the practice that he had accrued over the while that he had been doing this as a teenager the several times he had to go stop someone from doing something that was reckless. And with the speed that he was going, getting back to town was going to take a fraction of the time that it had for them to get to where they had been on their way to Serenity. John maintained his cool throughout all of it as he sped down the highway to the town. But he did of course have to keep his eyes on the road. Which meant that he was not paying all that much attention to the woman that was sitting beside him.<br><br>Sukey was a good woman but he was not sure that she was going to be happy with a man that was like John. He had hoped to be that man but considering that they were now traveling away from the place that she had wanted to go he was sure that she was not going to be happy with him at all. He had a reason for what he was doing. If he took her then he was taking all of the potential support that their children were going to have for this challenge that he had given them. And to make them do it without some support was unfair. He had support when he had started working on the farm for Madison. So they deserved the same luxury.<br><br>He saw the welcome sign to the town that he of course passed with a bit of dust spreading all over it from the tail of the cars passing. He maneuvered his way through town without bothering to slow down since he wanted to make his way through town as quickly as he could so that neither of their children could stop him from continuing his way out of the whole place. When he saw her driveway, he dropped his speed to about 60mph and then drifted his way into her driveway with a sharp left turn that due to the nature of drifting dropped his speed down considerably as he swung into place in front of her house.<br><br>"You have a good day, Sukey. I did not mean to take you away from your child. I hope you will forgive me one day." John said as he opened the car door to let her out with his right foot already revving his engine that meant he was ready to speed off once more.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><br>Sukey twisted in her seat and planted her hands on her hips as well as she could in the awkward space, glared at Mr. Klutz and then began to give him a piece of her mind. It was bad enough he'd scared the hell out of her turning around like that, but now he thought he was just going to dump her back in her own driveway without a word of explanation except for an assumption that he'd <strong>taken</strong> her from her <em>child</em>. Her boy was over thirty years old! What a ridiculous thought! ...Taken her from her child, hah!<br><br>"Now you calm yourself right down, John Klutz! Where on earth did ya get this idea in your head that the fully grown man who is my son needs me to be at his beck and call?! Now he's not exactly the luckiest man in the world, Lord knows that's the truth, but he is a capable boy, and I did raise him right, if I do say so myself. Besides, ain't it your own daughter who's the younger? Now I know y'all did right by her, too, so don'cha go gettin' all bent outta shape or nothin', but the poor girl is gonna be on her own for the first time ever, am I right? In addition to that your child's pregnant, and the first time for that as well! She's the one I'd say will be needin' our support, John, 'cause while my boy is capable, he don't know a danged thing about babies or birthin'.<br><br>Now then that that's all settled, if you don't wanna go on a trip right now then that's fine with me. We can do that some other time. But I resent you makin' the claim that's it's 'cause of my boy that you suddenly decide to whip this beautiful car around, nearly give me a heart attack, and drive like a madman back into town, 'cause I don't believe that that's the whole truth. So are you gonna tell me what exactly is goin' on in your head, or are we gonna sit here in this car all day long? 'Cause I ain't gettin' out 'til I get the whole truth. I don't think you wanna be that far from your daughter when she might need ya."<br><br>Sukey settled herself in the comfortable leather seat of the Mustang, squaring her shoulders and crossing her legs, with her hands folded daintily in her lap, and waited on Mr. Klutz's response. If he was paying very close attention to her, he'd see a muscle twitching in her jaw that could have been indicative of either extreme anger or a massive effort to control uproarious laughter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 17:36:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112172.msg5220573#msg5220573">Quote from: Sybl on 17-09-2011, 09:27:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Clara saw the look on Minister Mac's face, she had to turn away from him while she darn near laughed out loud.&nbsp; She was however laughing inside. "Poor guy, I almost feel sorry for him," she thought quietly then smirked, "oh yeah, this is going to be fun."<br><br>She looked at Minister Mac, with her jaw set, and a very serious look listening to his feeble attempt to apologize. When he took a step closer her eyes and her face gave him a look of, 'I wouldn't if I were you!' <br><br>You think Minister Mac? I think that your arriving without a return phone call would have been a clue. You arrive at my house supposedly a man of deep faith in God, yet arrive intoxicated. Gee imagine us starting off on the wrong foot." She was a tad sarcastic in her response.<br><br>"What I am amazed at is your higher ups whoever they may be would send you out to a small town without first making an attempt to know us, before judging us. Your question even in haste was well off base, there was no reason under the sun for you to whip off that question to me. Why didn't you ask if we were gypsies or something. I felt you were ready to burn me at the stake for being a witch."<br><br>Clara sighed, "I hope like hades, you aren't BS'ing me, Minister Mac."<br><br>"I called you here not to argue, I wanted you to explain to Dukey that life begins at conception, not when the baby takes it first breath. There are plenty of verses in the Bible that backs it up. If you want to help, then do so, other wise, he may not take any of this so seriously. You are right, they are a miracle, <strong>Both of them</strong>."<br><br>She smiled and said, "I hear Mookie's voice, she says she has a brother sitting next to her, and she likes kicking his butt." Clara shook her head. "Mookie is going to be a hell raiser. I can feel it in my bones."<br><br>"Okay Minister Mac, Peace," She shook his hand, and said, "Come on let's go tell Dukey, then you can meet the family, Piranha and Bruce."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Golly, Momma, y'all sure did hand it to 'em, didn'cha?"<br><br>*giggles and does a small somersault*<br><br>"That was a lot of fun, Momma! Y'all better tell Daddy that y'all ain't mad at him no more, though, me and Lukey don't think he knows."<br><br>*giggles again*<br><br>"Momma, how come Daddy cain't hear us talkin'? Ain't we his kids, too? And what's a 'hell raiser', Momma? I just kick Lukey here 'cause he don't like to talk to nobody like I do."<br><br>*punches Lukey just for kicks*
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 23:44:31</strong>
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				As they shook hands, Mac suddenly realized he actually admired Clara. Dukey certainly had his hands full with this one, he chuckled inside, oh boy did he. Yet there was a fire in this woman that was quite attractive. Plus he couldn't get out of his mind how her thigh felt under his palm. Shaking his head, he tried to rid that thought from his mind. You are, like it or not, now a man of God. One by one, he was tackling his vices. He was clean of drugs for nearly six months. Liquor was a more difficult battle. His biggest demon, however, was definitely that of the flesh. That one might just take him a few decades to conquer.<br><br>Amazingly he also came to realize the hangover was completely gone. As was the effects of the wine. Suddenly he felt great. Lighting a cigarette, he grinned. "If Mookie is anything like her mother, her brother will certainly have his hands full, that's for sure. And I mean that in a good way!"<br><br>Deep down, though, he couldn't help but wonder about these voices Clara was hearing from her belly. As they walked, in as calm a voice as he could muster.. "Clara, it is true that life begins once there is conception. That is absolute and true in any life form. The mind, however, doesn't develop the ability of speech until many months after birth. So in that way, I am a bit concerned about the.. about you hearing.. about Mookie speaking to you as she does. Aren't you also somewhat curious how this is possible?"<br><br>The minister stopped, watching for her reaction. Surely, this time, she would see the logic in his thoughts. "I say this both from the viewpoint of a servant of God, and as a person of this modern age." He waited, body tense ready to spring back if she attacked. Eyes drifted down to her thigh again before they sprang back to her face, relieved she hadn't seen. Focus, fool, he swore at himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 01:55:43</strong>
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				John never really expected what had just happened with Sukey never expecting her to come at him with all of those words that had told several truths such as Dukey being a grown man and that Clara was most likely going to need John now that she was pregnant both of things he was not going to be able to provide since his mother had been the one to help with Madison’s pregnancy. It was a subject that he knew very little about since it had not been him to be the one who had been around during the first time. He was sure that Sukey would be of much more help to her than he would which is another reason that it would be good for her to be here with him gone so that her son would learn to value his future wedding gift since it was soon going to be his livelihood while John went off to other pastures.<br><br>But as for his explanation, being a man of few words meant that he was not really sure how to put things since she was so actively looking for one, so much so that she was not getting out of the car and going into her house until he gave her some sort of reason for his actions. But really he was not truly sure of the reason other than the fact that he did not want to deprive them of some sort of help from her.<br><br>“They need to learn. But you are right. Clara does need help during her pregnancy which is why I am leaving you, a mother, to help her through that. I will be back in a week or so. I am a father and unable to be of much use other than ensuring that when I finally pass her off to your son that he is ready to take care of her. I am sure that you would understand that.” John looked over to her but not really looking at her physical form he was looking into her eyes to see into her soul to see if she was truly understanding why he was doing what he was doing.<br><br>For him there were certain things to be done and one of them was to allow their children some back up as well as have a way to monitor the scene so that he could return in case of an emergency. There were certain people in town who were doing what they could to let him know if there were problems. Other than that they were staying generally quiet in order to not let anyone know that they were being watched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 04:10:50</strong>
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				~~In the barn~~<br><br>Dukey heard Clara all the way to the barn, but couldn't think of what to say in response. So he entered the barn to find Bruce and Piranha standing there. He thought he probably fit right in there, at that moment. At that point, he was too bewildered to be afraid of Piranha, and grabbed a brush and walked purposefully over to her.<br><br>"Hey there," he said calmly, as she eyed him, and slowly turned her big head toward him. "It's me, Dukey. You remember me, don't ya, girl? That's right..." He reached up and gently stroked her velvety nose, and felt the softness of the hair there. He continued to pat and stroke her head as he raised the brush to her side and began to groom her. He was careful at first, watching for any sign that she might mistrust him and rear up, and he covered her eyes as he moved his hand over her forehead.<br><br>He spoke softly, still unsure, and not wanting anyone else to hear, either. "...umm, Clara sent me in here to clean up after you two, so here I am," he chuckled. "She's...well, she, uhhh...seems kinda mad at me right now, and I think I'll give her some time to cool off." Dukey ran his hand along Piranha's side, feeling the muscle underneath the skin, slowly from her shoulder to her hind quarters. He brushed and brushed, working the knots out of her hair and said, "That Clara, she's something special, alright. Just like you...a real spitfire." Piranha snorted, and Dukey quickly stated, "In the nicest way, of course." He worked meticulously, finishing one side of the beautiful animal, and then moved to the other side.<br><br>He then went over to Bruce, checking on the spot where Piranha kicked him, finding no permanent damage, and proceeded to groom him, as well. He was alone now with his thoughts, and he dutifully retrieved the items to clean up the dung piles. After that, he fed and watered them both, taking a handful of grain and holding it up to Piranha. He felt as if he was making a peace offering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Om3n</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 05:54:56</strong>
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				Mookie's wayward fist connected solidly with the back of her brother's head.&nbsp; What Mookie had yet to realize, however, was that she hadn't hit the one she was aiming for.<br><br>"Ouch, Mookie!" Stew yelped as the force of the blow launched him away from where he had just previously been sleeping, deathly still and oblivious to the world.&nbsp; "Why'd you have to go and do something like that?&nbsp; You might have left a bruise, or worse!"&nbsp; Stew turned away from Mookie as well as he could, which wasn't much at all.&nbsp; <em>How in tarnation is SHE my sister?</em>&nbsp; He thought.&nbsp; <em>She's only gonna get crazier as we grow up, too...</em> Stew grimaced his displeasure at the thought and tried once again to sleep next to the radiant ball of energy he was stuck with, praying that she wouldn't hit him again, whether mistakenly or on purpose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 16:47:54</strong>
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				*Mookie spins around in shock*<br><br>"What the.. Who th' heck are you!? An' when did you get here?"<br><br>*pokes Clara's stomach again*<br><br>"Momma, y'all done messed up now. Ya went an' put three of us in here! There ain't enough room in here for three of us!"<br><br>*shoves Stewie out of her way and settles in to protect her spot*<br><br>"Momma, y'all better hurry up an' get yourself bigger. Me an' Lukey an' Stewie are gonna need more room in here pretty soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 17:06:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112172.msg5227401#msg5227401">Quote from: Swordsman18 on 19-09-2011, 01:55:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">*snip*<br>“They need to learn. But you are right. Clara does need help during her pregnancy which is why I am leaving you, a mother, to help her through that. I will be back in a week or so. I am a father and unable to be of much use other than ensuring that when I finally pass her off to your son that he is ready to take care of her. I am sure that you would understand that.” John looked over to her but not really looking at her physical form he was looking into her eyes to see into her soul to see if she was truly understanding why he was doing what he was doing.<br>*snip*<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Sukey gazed back into John's eyes, softened her posture, and smiled gently at him. "I understand now, John," she said quietly, "you want me to go and take care of your little girl because you don't know exactly how to do it." She nodded and began to gather her things so she could get out of the Mustang. "Well, John, I'll do that for you, and you can go and do whatever you like. I'll give you a phone call if there's anything you need to know about, or if an emergency comes up. I'll do all this for you, even though, personally, I think you should stay here and help Clara. It's your love and support she's used to and wants right now, not mine." Sukey leaned over to John and planted a quick kiss on his lips before he could react, then stepped out of the car. "Even if you don't believe me about your daughter, you should know that I was really looking forward to our trip and being able to spend some more time with you. I'm hoping that this was not just a one time offer that I'm about to miss out on," Sukey joked while poking her head through the car window and grinning like a 16 year old girl just getting back from her dream date.<br><br>She moved away from John's car and started waving to him as she was expecting him to drive off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 21:11:45</strong>
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				Her understanding of&nbsp; his situation was something that he appreciated from her. He was so happy that she had been this understanding to what he needed from her. Light seemed to shine in his eyes as she moved forward to kiss him quickly before he had ever had any time to react to what she was doing. The kiss was something that he felt was nice and something that he wanted to have more of but he was still not sure if she truly wanted a man like him who was dutiful, protecting and with his own little doses of extreme actions to get things done. She had been pretty understanding about the little drive back into town. But that was just one little thing that he done there were others that he could do that he was not even sure that Clara knew about.<br><br>“Sukey, I understand what you are saying about my little girl but just like your son, she is a grown woman&nbsp; and I know that you will be good for her for the time being. As I said, I will only be gone for seven days. I appreciate that you will call me should anything come up. I will see you soon. And thank you for being a good woman.” John looked over to her and then back onto the road ahead of him and there was this weird flash across his vision. He saw the same road ahead of him but the car he was in was just a bit different, there was a communication radio in his Mustang and he was wearing Aviators. He blinked and then he saw the road and car that he was supposed to see. John had no idea what this was about but he had a feeling that it was a flash of the future. A weird vision that he sometimes had. He wondered what could happen to where he was going to have to put a communication radio in his car.<br><br>He waved off to Sukey as he sped away off into the world to go hide for a week unless there was a reason for him to appear back in their lives earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 22:58:36</strong>
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				Sukey continued waving to John until she could no longer see him. She then turned toward her house, and began digging in her purse for the key to the front door. After finding it, she turned the key in the door and tried to open it. Unfortunately, she'd forgotten that she hadn't locked it to begin with!<br><br>"Sukey Lucille Pookie, you are certainly one of the most forgetful creatures the Lord ever made. Now, turn the key the other way so you can get into your house before the neighbors start starin'," she mumbled to herself before going inside. Once safely out of sight of the neighbors, Sukey changed out of the clothes she'd chosen to wear on vacation with John, and into a sturdy pair of jeans with a nice looking, sea green blouse.<br><br>"Now then," she said, talking to herself again, "I need to call my son and let him know that I'm back in town." Her hands settled themselves on her hips and she slowly turned in a circle, "Now what on earth did I do with my purse?" After fifteen minutes of searching the house up and down, Sukey finally discovered her purse hanging on the front doorknob where she'd left it when she came in. She pulled her phone out and hit speed dial #1.<br><br>"Hello? What? Mary Kay phone orders? Oh, Lordy, I'm sorry! I've dialed the wrong number! Goodbye."<br><br>Sukey hit #2 next and heard, <em>"This is the phone of Dukey Pookie. I must be busy right now or somethin', since I didn't answer. I'll try to call ya back just as soon as I've got time. Just make sure you leave a message... Now!" *Beeep*</em><br><br>"Dukey, this is your mother. Mr. Klutz and I have changed our minds about going away together, so he's dropped me off back at my house. I'll be here if y'all need me, so just give me a call if somethin' comes up that y'all kids cain't handle. I love you, son! I'll talk to ya later. 'Bye!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 02:23:04</strong>
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				Marcel rolls over for Molly exposing his sides wincing in pain as he does so. "Ya know When I was at tha doctors office it didn't hurt that mush does time really cause it to hurt that much more? Not ta be a big baby but Shoot!" Marcel rocked to the right so he could make as little movement as possible. Mentally Marcel was thinking that he was going to go crazy if his sides didn't stop hurting but he can't start acting like a girl in front of her and cry. "...What would Bubba say..... Bubba if yer gonna cry go wash the girly off and come back when you man up!" Marcel shakes his head and winces again once he settles on the bandage again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 02:35:56</strong>
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				Molly noticed that his sides under all the bandages had turned black and blue. She felt bad for him, as she carefully removed the rest of the bandage from his side. "Oh dear heavens, Marcel, you are really bruised up, I would be in tears by now if it was me, you poor thing!. I think we need to go back to the hospital, get you some X-rays. If something is bleeding inside, it could be dangerous to your well being. It might only be bruised, but I really am concerned. Where did you leave your pain medication you got at the hospital?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 02:39:59</strong>
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				Marcel felt a but relieved that there was a reason for him to be in pain but now he was concerned for himself. "Um.... I don't rightfully remember gettin' the prescription filled." Marcel thought about it and he remembered the paper he was given and shoved into his pocket. "Um... Molly check mua pants pocket yer gonna be mad at me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 02:54:40</strong>
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				Molly checked his pants pocket. Sure enough, there was the 'script for his pain medication. She went over to Marcel, and told him not to worry. Molly opened a case in the box and pulled out a small 3 cc syringe with a single dose of pain medication. Keeping it from Marcel's view, she leaned over his face, to give him a kiss on his cheek, "I'll do all I can to make you feel better, Marcel." Molly gave him the injection at the same time she kissed his cheek. It was a tiny needle, so he would only feel a prick, then a very warm sensation, she knew he would probably get mad, but in about ten minutes his pain would be less.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 04:09:14</strong>
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				Dukey pulled out his cellphone when it chimed that he had a new voicemail. He must have been in a lead-lined barn this whole time, and just now was getting reception as he came out to check on the crops. He tapped the voicemail button, and heard his mother's voice.<br><br><em>Dukey, this is your mother. Mr. Klutz and I have changed our minds about going away together, so he's dropped me off back at my house. I'll be here if y'all need me, so just give me a call if somethin' comes up that y'all kids cain't handle. I love you, son! I'll talk to ya later. 'Bye!</em><br><br>He chuckled softly to himself, thinking that she'd forgotten her truck again, and he looked over at it. It wasn't entirely her fault, though, but it was like her to be forgetful sometimes. He'd have to figure out if she'd left the keys in it, or taken them with her, in which case he'd have to have Bubba help him hot-wire it when he got back. Or he could give it a shot, himself. He'd picked up a trick or two from watching his best friend over the years, and this was only one of them.<br><br>He then suddenly had a thought about what his children, Mookie and Lukey, would turn out like, with Clara and him to teach them and raise them. If they'd have their mother's sensibilities, or their father's traits, or some of both. It was always hard to tell. "But two," he muttered to himself, "...a girl and a boy. Woowee!" He shook his head, oblivious to the fact that he and Clara were fertile enough for triplets.<br><br>He went about his business, smiling and whistling a happy tune. He now knew that his Mom was just a phone call and a short drive away, instead of off on some mystery adventure with Mr. Klutz. He was determined to make things work, in the best way he knew how. <em>Now, if my unlucky clumsiness doesn't get in the way again, I should be alright,</em> he thought. <em>But things are definitely looking up.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 07:27:39</strong>
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				Almost to the barn, Clara walked with Minister Mac and stopped. "Hopefully the only thing that will tie Mookie with her brothers, her daddy and me, is the fact I am born into the Klutz name, hopefully the children won't have the same klutz status that Dukey and I have."<br><br>Minister Mac said&nbsp; "<em>Clara, it is true that life begins once there is conception. That is absolute and true in any life form. The mind, however, doesn't develop the ability of speech until many months after birth. So in that way, I am a bit concerned about the.. about you hearing.. about Mookie speaking to you as she does." Minister Mac asked, "Aren't you also somewhat curious how this is possible? I say this both from the viewpoint of a servant of God, and as a person of this modern age</em>." <br><br>Clara shocked at his question simply said, "You should know better than I, in <em>Matthew 19:26, New King James Version it says, " But Jesus looked at them and said to them, “With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible</em>.&nbsp; Minister Mac, do you believe it is true, That with God, all things are possible?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 07:39:58</strong>
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				Clara grabbed her stomach, told Minister Mac to go ahead to speak with Dukey, she would be in shortly.<br><br>"Golly, Momma, y'all sure did hand it to 'em, didn'cha?"<br><br>Mookie: *giggles and does a small somersault* (Clara's stomach trembles)<br><br>"That was a lot of fun, Momma! Y'all better tell Daddy that y'all ain't mad at him no more, though, me and Lukey don't think he knows."<br><br>*giggles again* (Momma Clara feels morning sickness again)<br><br>"Momma, how come Daddy cain't hear us talkin'? <em>"Mookie, men are, well, ...clueless, they aint never gonna be a Momma."</em><br><br>&nbsp;Ain't we his kids, too?&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Yes Mookie, you all are, our children."</em><br><br>And what's a 'hell raiser', Momma?&nbsp; <em>"Sounds a bit like your daddy and Uncle Bubba, rolled into one."</em><br><br><em>"You my precious Mookie are a born hell raiser, just like your Daddy and Bubba."</em> <br><br>I just kick Lukey here 'cause he don't like to talk to nobody like I do."&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Be nice to Lukey, some day he might strip you and tie you to a barn post Mookie, brothers can be mean pay backers."</em><br><br>*punches Lukey just for kicks*<br><br><br><em>"Mookie, do you hear me?</em> she whispered towards her womb.<br><br><em>Who are you talking too, and quit poking me, it makes me sick. Why are you yelling?</em><br><br><em><strong>" Three!!? Three what?"</strong></em><br><br><em>"Mookie, Lukey and Stewie!?!</em><br><br>Clara faints just outside of the barn door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 12:54:49</strong>
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				<strong><em>"Three!!? Three what?"</em></strong><br><br>Dukey turned to the sound, just in time to see Clara collapse. He immediately ran back to the barn, and tripped halfway there in his rush, scrambling the rest of the way on hands and knees.<br><br>He got to her side, and turned her head gently upright, checking for breathing and a pulse. Finding both, he sighed a little in relief. "Clara? Clara! Can you hear me? Come on, Clara...answer me." He began to perform CPR, which basically amounted to him kissing her and feeling her breasts up a few times, after which he called for the Minister.<br><br>"Minister Mac, help! Clara's unconscious..." <em>Oh, no...what happened?</em> he thought. <em>I hope she didn't have a stroke from getting all upset at us.</em><br><br>"Minister Mac! Quickly, help me get her back to the house." He undid the top few buttons of her sleeveless shirt, to make it easier for her to breathe, hoping the Minister wouldn't notice, and debating whether he should carry Clara under her arms, or take her legs. He decided to let the Minister take her legs, instead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 20:26:14</strong>
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				"Yes, Momma. I can hear ya."<br><br>*Mookie sighs*<br><br>"I didn't know I was makin' ya sick, Momma, I'm sorry. I'll try an' quit it. And I was only yellin' 'cause you an' Daddy went an' put three of us kids in here, an' y'all didn't tell me 'bout it. Stewie surprised me that's all."<br><br>*braces herself as Clara faints*<br><br>"Gee, Momma, ya better wake up, 'cause Daddy's 'bout to have a heart attack, not to mention he's trying to rip all your clothes off again. Ain't that how y'all made us kids in the first place?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 02:32:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It all happened so fast.. one moment he and Clara were heading to the barn.. the next, Dukey was gesturing towards her feet as the stunned minister tried to grasp what was occurring. Memories flashed inside of various times of stress in his life when he would slip into this panic mode. His parents would resort to giving him a hearty smack across the face. His older brother would flick lit matches at him. His uncle would dip his head in the toilet. All these visions blurred inside his thoughts as her heard frantic voices. Most, his own.. yet one with a different sound and accent. Somehow, some way, Mac mustered the will to lift his hand and give himself a hard smack across his own face, pulling himself instantly out of his daze.<br><br>"Shit, sorry. I mean.. yeah, sorry." Grabbing Clara's feet, Mac hoped his language went unnoticed. What the hell, ministers swear! He once received an earful when the minister at his own church caught him filling the fountain with his own.. sort of water.<br><br>Seeing Dukey's expression, then seeing the source as Clara's top appeared half unbuttoned, Mac regained his normal composure, suddenly feeling as if the Hand of God was indeed pushing him along. "Dukey! My eyes are on yours. Nowhere else! I'm here to help and here as a man of the cloth. Worry not, my err.. son. Let's get her inside."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 03:52:26</strong>
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				"Careful, now. Easy. We don't want to hurt her, or the twins," Dukey said as he lifted Clara with the Minister's help. "She just said 'Three what?' and passed out. I'll call that nurse that's taking care of my friend Bubba, when we get her into the house."<br><br>Together, they carried her through the door, and set her comfortably on the couch. Dukey left Mac with her, and called Marcel's number, pacing as it rang, getting his voicemail.<br><br><em>Y'all got Marcel, here. Leave yer message at the beep.</em><br><br>"Bubba, it's me. I need to talk to Molly! Have her call me back, as soon as you get this!" He hung up and looked back in on Clara, wondering what could have caused her to be in her current condition, aside from the pregnancy. He knew how that happened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 04:07:49</strong>
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				Molly answered and heard the message. She hit send to return his call, "This is Molly, Dukey, what's wrong with Clara, speak calm and slow, I can hear it in your voice something has happened."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 04:20:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nurse Skratchit! Good..." Dukey took a steadying breath, "I was here, finishing up the nightly chores on the farm, and Clara fainted, right after saying 'Three? Three what?' I don't know what to do. She's breathing and has a pulse, but it was so sudden. She just went right down. I've got a minister, here, watching her at the moment, but what do I do?" He knew he was rambling a bit, but he couldn't help himself.<br><br>"She's, uhh, stable...I guess. On the couch, we brought her in, and she's just laying there, I hope they're all alright, the twins and her, ya know? What do you think could be wrong with her?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 04:35:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly knew instantly.<br><br>"Dukey, listen, get some ammonia, a cap full, any household product that has ammonia in it, and hold it about 5 inches from her face. She has fainted. When was the last time she ate a good meal? If not lately, get her some food. Call me in an hour, if she doesn't improve."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 04:58:27</strong>
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				"Thank you, Nurse Skratchit! I'll do that!"<br><br>He hung up and went to the bathroom, opened the cabinet, and looked for some ammonia. Finding a bottle of it, he took it out and removed the cap, pouring some into it, and set the bottle down on the sink. He ran back to where she waited, as carefully as he could, and knelt down in front of the couch. He handed the cap to Mac and told him what Molly had said to do, then stood up and went to the kitchen to find something for her to eat. He saw the lasagna, but put that in the fridge, since she didn't seem able to keep it down...or <strong>get</strong> it down, for that matter. Instead, he pulled out some canned soup, and heated it up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 05:42:05</strong>
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				Clara smelled the ammonia..&nbsp; "What the hell?..oh get that nasty smell away from me!" Clara was making all kinds of faces. She sat upright seeing Minister Mac almost over her, she noticed her top unbuttoned, looked at him with disgust, and screamed. <br><br>"<strong>DUKEY, HELP ME</strong>!!" Then to Minister Mac, "oh you nasty pig, you call yourself a man of .........oh," <br><br>Clara mistakenly thinking that Minister Mac had unbuttoned and opened her blouse for some touch and grope stuff. She did not realize she had fainted, and he was only trying to help.<br><br>She jumped over the coffee table running out the door towards the barn, "<strong>DUKEY</strong>," she screamed again. She ran out so fast she never saw him at the stove.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 06:16:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, good. She's awake...what the?" Dukey looked to Minister Mac with a curious expression as Clara screamed suddenly, and even more suddenly, leaped over the table and took off out the door. He was right in the middle of spreading some spicy mustard on some bread for a sandwich, after stirring the soup.<br><br>"What's that all about?" he asked, dumbfounded, as he watched her race toward the barn. "She's gonna hurt the twins, if she doesn't calm down."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 12:03:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mac stared, dumbfounded. I know what's going on, he suddenly thought. I've actually died and this.. this is the beginning of my punishment. I'm a dead soul who believes he's a minister while all along the devil is in some control room laughing his ass off this very moment. He wanted to clap Dukey on the back, congratulation him on a great acting job. Hell, the entire set up was amazing, really. A big elaborate hoax as a welcome to the start of his long burn. Why not play along? Maybe hell has it's own version of the Oscars?<br><br>Rushing past Dukey, Mac rolled up his sleeves as he flew out the door towards the barn. "I call upon thee, Oh Lord! I beg thee, my great Father, help heal this poor woman!" These words bellowed out as the minister strode towards the barn.<br><br>Stopping in his tracks, Mac raised his hands high, taking in a deep, exaggerated breath. "I smell the workings of Lucifer! Yes, the vile beast himself is at play!" I will be committed, Mac chuckled to himself. What the hell! When in Rome, do as the Romans! "Clara!", he yelled out, "Child, please do not succumb to the temptation that right now wraps it's lusty, wicked claws upon your soul!" As the last word parted his lips, Mac felt a strange sensation ripple through his entire body. A driving force that nudged him on.. like a voice whispering.. encouraging.<br><br>For the first time since arriving to this godforsaken town, Mac felt he had finally embraced what he was. A warrior of God. A power surged inside his veins, humming like a an electric current. "Lucifer!", he shook with rage, arms raised towards the sky, "You will not take this woman nor her unborn children! I command you to depart! Return to the sewer you call hell! Leave these good people alone!"<br><br>Realizing his eyes were squeezed shut, the minister slowly opened them, not sure what to expect. These people have made me one of their own, he thought. I have lost my mind.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 13:16:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara turned just in time to see Minister Mac running after her, She got to the barn before him and picked up the pitch fork. She stood ready just inside the barn, when she realized Dukey wasn't there. She walked out of the barn, "I'm not the one who needs healing you pervert! First you convince me you want to help me, then you put poison under my nose, unbuttoned my shirt! Where's Dukey?"<br><br>Minister Mac was raving like a lunatic, <em>"I smell the workings of Lucifer! Yes, the vile beast himself is at play! Clara! Child, please do not succumb to the temptation that right now wraps it's lusty, wicked claws upon your soul!"</em><br><br>Clara looked at him like he had finally lost it. "You need some serious counseling Mac, you're seriously scaring me." <br><br>Minister Mac kept yelling out, <em>"Lucifer! You will not take this woman nor her unborn children! I command you to depart! Return to the sewer you call hell! Leave these good people alone!"</em><br><br>Clara finally walked closer, "It's okay, don't worry, We will find you a nice padded cell.. room, yes, some place nice to relax, calm yourself now Mac. " Clara had no intention of getting too close, in case he tried something. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed the hospital.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 17:28:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*Mookie is simply lost in a bout of fierce giggles, and is unable to speak.*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 07:30:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel was kissed on the cheek and felt the pinch looking to Molly again he gave her a wicked smile after she hung up the phone before kissing her again. This time it was on the lips as he drew her in close and embraced her. Letting up a bit he remarked. "Ya know if yer gonna trick me ta give me a shot a boobie prize such as a peck on tha cheek won't deter mua ire. Oh by tha way that's number two Molly." Marcel said as he hopped off the bed to grab a shirt. "Not ta be a party pooper but how long is this shot gonna last?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 11:14:02</strong>
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				<em>"Oh by tha way that's number two Molly."</em><br><br>Up until now Molly thought she had gotten away with the shot, saved by the telephone ringing, and calling Dukey Pookie back. But, that wasn’t meant to be. The second she turned around, she saw Marcel’s wicked, ‘<em>I’mma gonna pay you back, </em>grin.’ Molly started to say something to him, when he planted a kiss directly on her lips, holding her in his embrace. Caught like a mouse in a trap, yet the blush on her face gave her away.<br><br>“What do you mean that’s two? Two what?” She decided it safer to play innocent, then let on she knew exactly to what he was referring too.<br><br>“By the time we get back to the hospital, you get your X-Rays taken, depending on if you have any cracked ribs and what they choose to do for your bruises, you should have at least 4-6 hours of pain free time left. Which means, don’t forget your script. I will get it filled while you are getting your X-Rays done, if you want me too. It’ll save time and we won’t have to wait, Marcel. The sooner we go and get back, the sooner you can get in bed and get some rest.”<br><br>Molly called Sheba, and let her in from the deck. “Come on girl, let me get you some food and water before we go. You watch the house for us while we are gone.” Molly went over and turned on the animal planet station for Sheba. “There, now you can talk to your own kind while we are gone.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 21:30:58</strong>
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				"Pervert?" Mac was outraged. Ok, technically he had always been a pervert. Right now, however, in the line of duty, he was on his best behavior. Apart from the 'hand on thigh'.. but he kept assuring himself that was an accident. "All I get since arriving is abuse. Ok, first you trick me by being all nice. A drink? Sure, thanks! Anything else? Oh, yes.. a couple seltzer tablets. Thanks again. Then.. THEN.. you drop the bomb about hearing voices from the unborn children.. which, by the way.. if we are going to speak of padded cells.. Sister, those dudes in the white coats would be far more interested in you, I promise!"<br><br>Despite his tirade, the minister couldn't shake the intense feeling inside. Pushing, prodding him on. It was like a door finally opened and God himself was saying.. 'Ok, boy.. you wanna play preacher? ZAP!'.. filling him with.. something. Something unusually inspiring.<br><br>"Clara, would you please button your blouse? For your information, your husband to be was the one who unbuttoned it. Trying to help you! Believe you me, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole.. or cross! What was all that crap earlier, laying your head on my shoulder? Yes, I felt sick when I got here. Why? Was it really any of your business? I just did! Is this your way? Schmooze then start hurling accusations? I was consoling you. When some console, they pat a knee. I patted your knee, and I relaxed and it was an honest mistake. But pervert?"<br><br>I gotta get out of here, he thought. Headlines of 'Minister Throttles Pregnant Woman' flashed through his mind.. with an image of him holding her on the ground.. his hands on her neck, hers on his. Another with Dukey standing over him with a shovel in his hands, him out cold. Another with Clara holding a gigantic shotgun, smoke pouring from the barrel, the minister with a cartoon-like hold in his torso, looking down with a grimace.<br><br>Sinking down onto the ground, Mac crossed his legs and lit a cigarette. "Why oh why did they send me here?" Dukey, he thought, run! Run fast, run and never stop. Get as far away from this woman as you can possibly get!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 12:13:55</strong>
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				Clara was outraged, "Tricked you? Who arrived with a hang over?<strong> It is you</strong> that has a screw loose, Minister Mac! It is quite obvious that you know very little about women in general, other than being someone to toy with, and manipulate. Have you ever spent any time with women who are pregnant, or children, say around four years old or younger? Maybe you should. And for your own knowledge, when the ultra sound is complete, and you hear about how I am pregnant with triplets, you will wipe that smart ass look off your face, drop to your knees and beg my forgiveness."<br><br>Clara shook her head, "Just because you have so little faith in the miracles that happen with Mothers and their unborn child or children, doesn't mean I will listen to you bash my babies and me."<br><br>She stared at him and if looks could kill, he would be the now dead Minister. "Now you want me to believe all this is Dukey's fault?<br>Right, Dukey unbuttoned my blouse to help me? What you think I was born on the stupid train? What kind of dumb ass opens a women's shirt when they faint? No, no I will leave my blouse just as it is, I am not giving you any more opportunities to charge at me, to touch me in any way. Not in your lifetime. Proving once again Minister Mac, if you weren’t such a pervert, you would have never touched my thigh.. it was my thigh, not my knee. Geez! You need an education in anatomy too?"<br><br>"Oh my Gawd, you take the cake, I put my head on your shoulder for a little support, and that gives you signals to touch my thigh? Honest mistake? You wouldn’t know honesty if it slapped you in the face. If you felt sick, ya should have stayed home in bed alone, or picked up the phone and returned my call. Don’t try to lay your crap on me Mac, I ain’t buying it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 16:27:36</strong>
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				Marcel watched Molly as she interacted with Sheba he just smiled to himself before stepping into some shoes and grabbing the prescription than walking out to the car. "Molly ya don't mind if I snooze on the way to the hospital do ya?" Marcel asked as he was getting comfortable in the seat. "I hate shots. You do realize that right? .....Not that I'm a girl but I just don't like needles. Please keep like ya been doing and distracting me as you poke me cause I don't wanna see it I may flip."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 19:05:49</strong>
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				Molly grabbed her purse and keys, walking to the car with Marcel, she noticed the pain medication had started to work.&nbsp; "You go ahead and rest Marcel, it is a good idea, the more relaxed you are, the faster we can get those X-Rays, and get you back here."&nbsp; She grinned, when he asked her about his hating shots, whether she had realized it. "I think I picked up on that at the hospital, hon. I don't think you are a 'girl' Marcel, there are quite a few people with needle phobia's. I promise I will continue to keep you out of the loop, if and when you need another shot. I don't think seeing you 'flip' would be very pretty."<br><br>Molly started the car, and pulled out onto the main driveway. "Go to sleep Marcel, I will wake you when we get there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 20:51:44</strong>
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				"Umm, actually, Momma, Mr. Mac's right. Didn'cha hear me tell ya earlier that Daddy was tryin' to pull yer clothes off again?"<br><br>*mutters to herself*<br><br>'Maybe she cain't hear me when she's sleepin'...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 03:03:54</strong>
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				Hearing the commotion outside, Dukey put down the sandwich, turned the heat down on the stove to let the soup simmer, and went out to the porch.<br><br>Seeing Clara giving the Minister a lecture, he waved his arms to get their attention. That failed, since the two were fighting like cats and dogs...well, a cat and a dog, to be precise. He feared getting in the middle of it, but he feared <em>not</em> getting in the middle of it even more, so he walked up to them, beginning to make sense of what they were yelling about.<br><br><em>...doesn't mean I will listen to you bash my babies and me.<br><br>Now you want me to believe all this is Dukey's fault? Right, Dukey unbuttoned my blouse to help me?</em><br><br>"Actually, I..." Dukey started to explain.<br><br><em>What kind of dumb ass opens a woman's shirt when they faint?</em> Dukey's face reddened, and he frowned at the implication. <em>No, no I will leave my blouse just as it is...</em> He turned away, head down, but not before sneaking a peek at her heaving bosom. She really was angry, and he thought of the saying about 'Hell having no fury like a woman scorned'. But he turned back around suddenly, aware of a feeling of peace and determination coursing through him. He glanced at Mac and said with such strength of will as he had never known, "Clara Klutz, you get in that house, <strong>right now</strong>, have something to eat, and after I've turned off all the lights out here, I'll be in to verify the truthfulness of this man's statements." He honestly didn't feel as though these words were coming from him, but from some indescribable, intangible force...<em>from within her??</em> No, it couldn't be. And yet, there it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Om3n</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 03:36:22</strong>
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				"Now <em>what </em>is with all the commotion?&nbsp; Doesn't anyone understand I'm trying to sleep here?&nbsp; It's tiring multiplying <em>this many</em> cells, you know!" Stew grumbled, completely irritated with the situation.<br><br>"Outside, there's apparently a bunch of apes arguing over...over whatever apes argue about.&nbsp; In here, there's YOU," Stew made as if to gesture to Mookie.&nbsp; "How can you continue to have this much energy?&nbsp; Did you steal all of his," Stew pokes Lukey for emphasis, "or are your cells just pure sugar?&nbsp; At this rate, I'll have gone crazy before I even get out of here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 10:34:03</strong>
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				“Fine Dukey, I will, but that man is evil." Clara said all mad. "He has said everything against our babies, against me as their Momma, so much for being a helpful minister. I will never trust him around our<strong> three babies</strong>, our triplets, <strong>never</strong>.”<br><br>Clara tossed the pitchfork out of her hands with such a force, it landed about an inch from where Minister Mac was sitting. Standing straight up, the tines landed and penetrated the ground to the top of the very sharp tines.<br><br>Clara looked at Minister Mac, and very sarcastically said, “God must see some good in you, maybe you should thank him for saving your sorry self.” With that she walked by Dukey, pinched his butt, and said "you coming, honey?”<br><br>"<em>Stewie baby, quit your whining and leave your sister alone</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 18:02:23</strong>
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				*Mookie crosses a few cells, deciding they're her arms*<br><br>"Hush, Stew, I ain't doin' nothin' wrong, let alone takin' none of <em>his</em> energy."<br><br>*also pokes Lukey for emphasis*<br><br>"An' what exactly's wrong with crazy, huh? I always heared that crazy folks have more fun."<br><br>*grins impishly and teases*<br><br>"Maybe that's what I'm tryin' to do."<br><br>"Besides, Momma told ya to leave me alone, that means I'm right, so there!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 00:50:38</strong>
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				Mac watched Clara warily, knowing that was one he should and would never turn his back on. But now he had the guy crazy enough to want to marry her to deal with. All along he had felt a level of sympathy for Dukey, wondering what on earth would possess him to walk willingly into this situation. He must be bonkers also, Mac nodded to himself. They're bonkers. The unborn babies are bonkers. This entire town.. bonkers. And I must be bonkers as well to not be screaming down the highway right this minute, on my way anywhere but here.<br><br>Yet part of him still felt that ominous sensation that something wasn't right. Before entering this town, Mac went through a crash course in what he called Ministry-101. Crammed inside him was now all the basics of leading a 'flock' in his own house of God. And despite his reluctance to this new life, he found himself more and more thinking like a man of the cloth. A woman who heard the voices of her unborn children was something that alarmed him considerably. While he did not trust her and believed she was certifiable, something in that woman's eyes told him she was sharp as a razor. And that ruled out the idea of the voices being in her head. I still don't trust you though, he thought.<br><br>Brushing a hand through his hair, Mac smiled weakly at Dukey. "Dukey, I know all this started out on the wrong foot. But I do mean well and I can't shake this feeling that something here isn't right. I want to help. Yet I can't imagine that.. her.. um.. Clara wanting any sort of help in any way from me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 02:29:54</strong>
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				<em>Did she just say three babies? Triplets?</em> Dukey's mind frantically raced. <em>Three?</em><br><br>He barely heard Clara talking as she pinched his butt and walked past him, but he looked up into her eyes and saw a definite 'come hither' gaze in them.<br><br>He turned to the Minister as he started to explain himself, and smiled with a wink. "She just needs to relax. I'll help with that." He was so startled and overwhelmed by Clara's latest revelation, that he forgot Mac was a man of the cloth, and whispered conspiratorially to him, "If you stand right over there," gesturing with his hand to a spot concealed within the trees, which had a perfect view through the bedroom window, "you can watch me calm her down."<br><br>"Yes, Clara. I'll be right there," he said as he turned and followed her into the house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 04:34:04</strong>
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				For a moment as Dukey walked away, Mac wondered if this was a trick. Another way of getting the minister to let his guard down and show he is human? Slipping on his shades, he leaned against a tree and lit a smoke. A drink, yeah hell yeah, would be nice, he thought. He couldn't recall a day more fitting to get absolutely ripped. Somehow, though, he knew his drinking days were over. Maybe the devil he felt earlier was his own demons. But still, what about those voices the bride-to-be was hearing?<br><br>Glancing slyly towards the bedroom window, Mac was shocked at the clear view. Slowly he turned to face off in a different direction while being able to keep a perfect eye-shot, just in case. He may be slowly reforming to embrace this position of his.. but he was still human. That reminded him.. oh shit! Whipping out his cell, fingers scrambled to send a text to a certain young lady he was planning on 'counselling' later this evening. Damn.. he had been looking forward to tonight. It was <em>'confession night'</em>.. she confessed, he spanked.&nbsp; "<em>Sorry babe.. can't make it.. Stuck in Twilight Zone</em>" She'd know what he meant.<br><br>Sliding down against the tree, the minister chilled out. The view to the bedroom window was perfect. Crossing arms, he appeared to doze off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 08:50:29</strong>
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				<em>"If you stand right over there, you can watch me calm her down."</em><br><br>One thing about Clara, she may be hot headed, and a klutz. One thing she wasn't was deaf. She didn't say a word, not one. Thinking about Dukey saying that to Minister Mac, gave her an idea. <br><br>She set it up in her head, "Okay, so this is how life with Dukey Pookie is going to be, huh? Well I can play along, sure, oh yeah." <br><br>Clara pulled out her cell phone and dialed Sukey. "Hello Sukey, is my Daddy there with you? I need him so bad...Oh gee, Sukey, I am .. I mean, I need him,&nbsp; Dukey is planning something terrible. I can't tell you, you're his Momma."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 09:10:55</strong>
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				"Hi, Clara, honey, nah yer Daddy ain't here, he went off in his car on his own. What's goin' on, sweetie, are ya alright? What's my son plannin' up this time? It's ok, honey, y'all can tell me. I done heard everythin' there is to hear about that boy already. Now, calm down and tell me if I need to drive over there and knock some sense into my boy."<br><br>Sukey listened to the situation, nodded and said, "Of course, darlin' I'll be right there. Y'all don't go nowhere, ya hear me?" Sukey hung up and started the search for her truck keys. She was proud of herself; she found them in only five minutes. Hopping into her truck, she drove almost as fast as John over to the Klutz farm.<br><br>The truck slid into the gravel drive, and Sukey threw it into park, then jumped out and stalked rapidly over to Minister Mac. "Well, well, well, preacher-boy, what do we have here? Don't answer that," she said grabbing the man by his ear. She looked in the direction of the window without actually looking into it, and started screeching in her loudest, most piercing voice, the one she used to use to call Dukey back to the house for dinner, "DUKEY POOKIE, YOU HAD BEST GET YERSELF OUT HERE IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT THIS DANGED INSTANT, YOUNG MAN!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 09:20:51</strong>
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				Clara hung up the phone, sat down and began eating the soup and sandwich Dukey made for her. "Thank you Dukey, I was really hungry."<br><br>She thought for a guy, he was sure messed up in his thinking. What man who supposedly loved you would ask another guy to watch. "Oh Dukey, I talked to your Momma today."<br><br>Clara ate her soup slowly, she wanted to watch Momma Sukey in action. "Payback's hard, when a Momma gets involved," she thought quietly to herself. <br><br><em>"Mookie, Lukey and Stewie, calm down in there, hush and go to sleep."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 09:23:51</strong>
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				"Awwww but Momma!!! It's just starting to get fun!"<br><br>*Mookie grumbles about being grounded, and forced to sleep against her will*<br><br>"Night, Stew an' Lukey."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 11:03:57</strong>
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				Dukey dished up some soup for himself, as well, and carried it to the table, placing it down and leaning in and nuzzling Clara's neck before kissing her cheek. He sat down and smiled at her.<br><br><em>Thank you Dukey, I was really hungry</em><br><br>"You're welcome, darling Clara. It was the least I could do, considering." He winked devilishly at her, and said, "I mean, considering you're eating for," he paused before continuing, "four, is it?" He shook his head slowly. "Boy, those babies keep multiplying like rabbits, don't they? Speaking of which..." It was then, that he heard the tell-tale screech of the brakes on old Belle. What was his mother doing here? Then the rest of Clara's words hit him like a ton of bricks.<br><br><em>Oh Dukey, I talked to your Momma today.</em><br><br>A minute later, he heard his Momma yelling from outside...<em>by the trees</em> he thought.<br><br>He wiped his mouth, stood up, and said politely, "If you'll excuse me, Clara..." He walked out of the dining room, through the door, and called out, "I'm here, Mom. Clara and I were just having a bite to..." He noticed that she had found the Minister, and was holding him by the ear, "...eat."<br><br>"Oh, Minister Mac, was there something else you needed?" Dukey asked, innocently. "Where are my manners? I should have invited you in to join us and share some food." He berated himself, unable to look his mother in the eyes just yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 11:18:10</strong>
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				"Dukey Pookie, don't you stand there in front of God and everybody and lie to yer mother!" Sukey yelled at him, "Clara already done told me everything that's goin' on here, and you, young man, are in deep trouble, but I'm gonna leave you to Clara to deal with." She turns her glare onto the minister and shakes him using the grip she's got on his ear. "I don' even know where to start with you, <em>Father</em>. What in all of Creation were you thinkin' listenin' to my boy?! As a man of God, you oughta know better!"<br><br>Sukey tapers off into a low grumble, "Standin' next to a tree, trying to peep in on a young couple..." She gets a second wind and turns back to Minister Mac, "Didn' you take vows or somethin' againt that?! Well, what do ya have to say for yerself, huh?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 11:28:56</strong>
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				Clara stood on the porch watching it all. She stood there with a smug look. "That'll teach you all to mess with me," she said to herself.<br>She walked over to Sukey, hugged her while holding onto Mac's ear. "Thank you Sukey, I wished my Momma could have met you."<br><br>She went back into the house and sat down at the table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 11:31:07</strong>
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				*Sukey gives Clara a one-armed hug with her free hand* "It's no problem, child, don' you even worry about it. Now you go on in an' enjoy yer dinner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 11:44:13</strong>
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				"Sorry, Mom..." Dukey said, barely audible. He was a grown man of 35, but he would always respect his mother, despite their slight difference in age.<br><br>He went back into the house, and sat down next to Clara once more. He said, "Mom chewed me out...and left me for you to deal with. Don't be too rough with me. On second thought, be as rough as you like," he chuckled, and winked.<br><br>He finished his soup slowly, and looked into Clara's eyes, remarking, "You really are beautiful, you know that? And I'm sure the...tw...uhh, triplets are gonna be amazing, you'll see."<br><br>He stroked her hair back and kissed her cheek again, before stating, "all the night chores are done."<br><br>"Time for bed?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 11:55:36</strong>
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				<em>Life was good. In fact as he stared across the table at the croupier, it couldn't be better. Her phone number was now nestled safely on a cocktail napkin in his pocket. Each time she slid over a new card, she'd also lick slowly across her lips in the most seductive way. And that a-..</em><br><br>"Well, well, well, preacher-boy, what do we have here? Don't answer that."<br><br>No, he pleaded from deep inside a dream. Please God no. Ah but God.. he was absolutely having a laugh as the minister was ripped fully from his peaceful slumber by a hard pull on his ear. Jolted awake, he swore to himself later there was a faint sound of a deep giggle somewhere in the trees.<br><br>"What the? Ow, ow.. my God what is this now? What.. Who? What? She call for reinforcements? Holy! Would you please let go of my ear?" Ok this was madness, Mac finally realized fully. I gotta get out of here! These people must just simply hate outsiders. Surely he could get reassigned. Siberia always seemed interesting. Hell, even Death Valley suddenly sounded appealing. Anywhere! Just not here!<br><br>Yanking free, Mac jumped back, rubbing his ear. "Who the hell are you? What, Clara goes outta view so a new shift begins? To continue torturing the minister?" The lady looked familiar but in his sleepy, confused, pissed off state he couldn't think straight. If I don't get free of this place soon, he thought, I'll end up in that barn.. probably added to a growing pile of dead bodies.<br><br>"Look... you win! You all win! I've had it here. Or what? I head to my car and some crazed aunt or uncle going to climb out of a hole in the ground with a shotgun?"<br><br>He could barely hear her questions as he backed away. Nope.. don't answer. Before long they'll drop formalities and simply hang you from a tree. It's time to get the he'll outta here. "Ok.. It's been weird but it's time I make like a tree and get myself gone." Turning abruptly, Mac headed towards where he just make out the rear of his beautiful, wonderful, familiar car. Towards sanity. Freedom!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 12:16:59</strong>
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				Sukey stands with her hands planted on her hips, facing Minister Mac, "I don't think so!" she hollered, "Minister, you will not just walk off and ignore me like that. Now I asked you some questions, <em>Father</em>, and I intend to have them answered."<br><br>She stalks towards him as he stumbles sleepily to his car and grabs him by his arm. "Com'on, Minister, you and I have a conversation to get done with, and until I say we're done, you're gonna be comin' with me," she informs him as she drags him in the direction of her truck.<br><br>"Goodnight, Clara and Dukey!" she yells back over her shoulder, "Y'all be good now, do ya hear me?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 12:25:39</strong>
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				"Yes, Mom. We'll behave!" Dukey called after her. He winked at Clara and took his bowl to the sink and washed it, while he waited for her to finish, so they could go to bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 18:52:37</strong>
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				Mac did have a sneaking suspicion he'd not be off that easy. I must be dead, he nodded to himself. The plane from Vegas crashed and now.. it's time to pay for a life of debauchery. And worse yet, playing minister. What was I thinking? It was totally official, this new vocation.. he'd been certified by the proper channels.. but still, there was a God somewhere out there in space that had his own process and surely Mac fell way short of His standards. Sighing, he scrambled along with his newest captor. Chuckling to himself, he scoured the ground for a large stone. Maybe a thwack to her head, then I could just make a run for the Mexican border? No.. that'd probably do no more than just piss her off and get the entire clan after my ass.<br><br>Maybe, just maybe.. he thought, this one is more reasonable. He doubted, but anything was worth a try. "Mrs Pooky, is it? Dukey's mother, right? First of all, I don't know what your son's intention was but I was simply waiting while they, erm, did whatever they went to do. You know, all I came here to do was answer a few questions from Clara. She's a bit.. well it just spiraled outta control. But honestly there's no reason why I need to stay."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 23:15:31</strong>
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				"Yes, I am Mrs. Pookie. Unless you've done worse than I think you have, you can call me Sukey,", she informs him as she continues marching them towards her truck. "My son ain't my worry right this minute, he's a grown man, and what he did wrong wasn't against me. You and me are gonna have us a little talk, and it's a good thing you ain't got nothin' else to do here, 'cause I wasn't plannin' on stayin'. We're gonna take a little ride, Minister, and then we're gonna talk. That somethin' you can understand, <em>Father</em>?"<br><br>Reaching her truck, she opens the passenger door, releases the man's arm, and crosses her own, waiting for him to jump in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 00:20:36</strong>
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				Mac rolled the name in his mind a few times. Sukey Pookie? She serious? Lifting his gaze to the sun, the minister considered the idea that he had been abducted and somehow ended up on a parallel world in some other whacked out galaxy. Yet they all spoke English and that would be unlikely in some other corner of the cosmos.<br><br>The brief thought of making a dash for his car flashed inside. Somehow he wouldn't put it past this one to dive onto his windshield, bust a window, climb inside, and strangle him to death. "If it's money you want.. Ohh jeez.. never mind." He could tell she was in no mood to laugh. "Yeah, I understand. I don't know what that.. what she.. Clara said.. but I also did no wrong against you. Nor your son.. and definitely not to that.. his wife to be."<br><br>Climbing in what he silently prayed wouldn't be his last ride, Mac lit a cigarette. She don't like it, tough. Although he thought it unlikely, really, she would care. "So do I get the pleasure of knowing where we are going?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 00:40:10</strong>
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				Sukey nodded briskly and went around to her side of the truck, keeping an eye on the holy man, in case he tried to run for it. After seating herself and starting the engine, she spoke again, "I realize you ain't done nothin' to me, either, but that don't mean that there ain't things that need some serious discussin'. We're goin' to my place, and you'd best roll that window down, if yer gonna smoke that in my truck. It ain't gonna happen in my house, just so ya know. So, what's yer name, Mister?" She drove off towards the Pookie residence, trying to plan out what exactly what she wanted to say, and pay attention to her new and sudden guest at the same time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 01:23:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The minister rolled the window down as he chuckled realizing those born as Pookie all had rhyming names. Clearing his throat, he was about to ask if they were all from the planet Wookie.. but instead blurted out with a chuckle, "Malky MacDougal.. that's my name. Most call me Mac. Although, I kind of liked the sound of Preacher Boy, I gotta admit." This one seemed a bit more clear headed, someone he hoped would be more reasonable and despite her earlier yanking on his ear, which still stung, the minister found himself kind of liking Sukey Pookie. So far. Although deep inside he could feel a manic laugh taunting him for being a fool.&nbsp; Those other two seemed okay at first also but look how that all turned out! No! Do not let your guard down! These people are all nuts. Bonkers. A laugh escaped a little too loudly as the word 'kooky' filled his mind.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 01:46:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Mac, it's much better to be able to call a body by their name, doncha think?" Sukey said, giggling internally at his admittance of enjoying being called preacher-boy. The truck pulled into her driveway, and she shot a look over to him as she heard his laugh. "Did I say somethin' funny?" she demanded, "Com'on, let's go in the house." She digs in her purse to find her keys, "Now if I can just find the house key..." she mutters.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 02:26:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel was passed out asleep in the car no sooner than she had given the okay. His thoughts were blank for the most part till he started to dream. as he started dreaming about himself, Dukey, Molly and Clara all going out camping and for some reason there were 3 kids in his dream. Dukey and himself were swinging from a tree into a lake trying to tempt the girls in who were watching the kids. and the girls were being squeamish about the entire situation. when all of the sudden a bug fish popped out of nowhere and goes to swallow Dukey and Marcel whole! Marcel and Dukey are in that fish fighting for their life when Marcel and Dukey pull out their pocket knives and go to town on the fish's insides killing the fish and clawing their way out dragging it back to shore to be Photographed, Cleaned and cooked! Before the dream pops and he is hearing the sounds of an engine again sleeping lightly on the passenger seat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 03:32:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"True.. Sukey, and thank you. Most call me minister and it's refreshing being called by my name." He knew, however, if he ever made it out of this bizarre day he would be getting new business cards printed..<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Malkey "Mac" MacDougal<br>Preacher Boy</em></span></div><br>It was unorthodox but Mac was never one to follow the usual ways. If he had been, he'd never have ended up here in strange situation. "If you don't mind, I'll have one last smoke before.." Before what? Staring ahead at the Sukey's house, he wondered what madness awaited this time. Another laugh escaped. Before this calm moment escalated like the one earlier that day, Mac answered her next question, "Sorry, no.. I mean.. yeah I'm sure you have a great sense of humor but.. oh, today just ended up being a bit different than I expected." Part of him couldn't deny it had a strange appeal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 04:18:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sukey, still searching for her keys, didn't respond with more than mumbled acquiescence at Mac's comments. Finally, she noticed them dangling from her hand, and slapped her forehead, dropping her purse in the process. Sukey shook her head and muttered to herself, "Actin' the fool again, Sukey, and right in front of company, too." She glanced back at him over her shoulder, hoping that he hadn't heard her. Going to the door, Sukey turned the knob, finding it unlocked, and kicked herself mentally for both forgetting to lock the door again and not trying it to see if it was open before spending ten minutes outside looking for keys that she'd been holding the entire time.<br><br>She went in the house, ignoring his request for another cigarette, and called back to him, "Well, com'on in! Nothin's gonna bite ya here. Make yerself comfy, I'm just gonna get us a couple glasses of water. Ya do know that having a hangover means yer dehydrated, right?" Sukey set her purse and keys on the kitchen table, and began grabbing the waters, waiting for him to join her. She started talking on her way into the den, "Alright, first and biggest thing I wanna talk about is why I didn't call ya Minister after we left the kids behind. Now, normally I'd call a preacher Minister or Reverend or Father out of respect for his position, but from what I can tell, you ain't truly got that position. And I wanna know what's goin' on. So then, Mac, start talkin'." She stood, waiting for him to grab the glass of water, and then sat on her loveseat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 15:34:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly unlocked the gate and drove out to the main road. Once they were within a couple of miles from the hospital, she pulled over, pulled out her cell phone and called the X-ray department. She told them to have everything set up by the time they arrived, and to have a wheelchair at the door waiting. She also called Doctor Pain, and left a message with his answering service. Molly didn’t want to alarm Marcel, but the bruises looked really bad to her.<br><br>She pulled back on the road, and turned on the radio, volume on low. The uncle Jerry’s comedy fishing show was playing. Molly smiled, “aw, cool, I haven’t heard this in a while," she thought to herself. Uncle Jerry was announcing an end of the summer contest. She listened to the rules and thought if only she could enter this year, but she knew it wasn’t going to happen, not this year any ways.<br><br>Molly shut off the radio, and looked over at Marcel. Soundly sleeping, she smiled thinking, “I have a fine catch right here, and I wouldn’t trade him for anything. Not even a new fishing boat.” She pulled into the parking lot of the hospital when Marcel yelled, “YeeHaaaaa, Dukey!” Molly almost jumped out of her seat. “What the...” She laughed, he must be having some kind of dream. She gathered her purse, and placed her keys inside it. Got out of the car and went to the other side.<br>Marcel mumbled something about babies, Clara and her name was mentioned. She shook her head, and decided to go get the wheel chair before waking him.<br><br>She turned to go and noticed the orderly coming with the wheel chair. “Thank you,” she said.<br>“Marcel, Marcel, we are here, wake up.” Molly softly touched his shoulder. "Come on Marcel, let’s get you checked out.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 22:16:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing her call from the house, Mac hurriedly puffed the remaining cigarette. He had the impression it was best to not piss this one off. Again, he wondered, how did I get myself into this? Of all the places in this giant country, I end up with the Beverly Hillbillies, before they got rich! And without Ellie Mae. He always had a thing for the buxom blond. Any buxom blond, really. Hell, she didn't even have to be blond.<br><br>Sensing the patience inside Sukey could snap at any moment, the minister snuffed the butt and entered the door, muttering a silent prayer. Please Lord, he begged, keep an eye out for me here.<br><br>Walking slowly into the den, Mac felt 'the condemned man' in every one of this 180 pounds. He could hear Sukey speaking, could even comprehend her probing words, but suddenly the surreal events of the day were closing in on him rapidly. It took nearly all his will to guide each step to a seat, where his body seemed to fall like a sack of potatoes. Again that weird feeling deep inside was present, as if something was trying to get his attention.<br><br>Clearing his throat, Mac decided to be as truthful as he could possibly be. "Well, to be honest, I didn't start life with the 'Call of God', as you may have guessed. No, for me it came far later." That was true. It came in a the form of two federal agents who basically handed him a folder with his new identity and life. He was able to, for some reason, keep his name. Mac was furious at first, knowing the agents were totally messing with him.<br><br>"I am certified and official in my position as minister. I achieved my title and learning at the 'Brooklyn Theological Seminary'. Back at the church, my papers are all framed in the office. You can even call them if you want. Father Antonio Marciano is the headmaster and can answer any questions." Including the fact that Mac still owes him fifty bucks from their last poker game.<br><br>Leaning forward, Mac levelled even more with his interrogator, after draining his glass. "Thank you for the water. Yes, I did have a hangover this morning. To that, I have two things to say. First, it's not against the 'rules' for me to drink. Did I indulge a bit too highly? Yes. But I also decided this morning, I'm through with drinking. Not because of you or.. that.. umm Clara.. or Dukey. Myself. In a manner of speaking, I had a moment of clarity that I can't help but feel was from God himself. And if that sounds crazy.. does it sound crazier than what I have seen and experienced today? I would say no."<br><br>With that, the minister leaned back, unable to read Sukey's face. With a deep sigh, feeling a wave of worry flood him like a swarm of <em>vampiric</em> wasps, he waited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 21:53:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sukey listened as Mac yakked, thinking up some responses to herself. <em>'Well, no kiddin', you got the "Calling" later in life, I wouldn't be surprised if it had happened 'bout two weeks ago.'</em> and <em>'Yeah, I'll jus bet ya got a whole stack of papers, tellin' all about it.'</em> and <em>'From what I saw, ya had a wee bit more than a hangover, mister.'</em> and <em>'No, drinking isn't against the rules, but drinking to excess is. Not that those are <strong>your</strong> rules...'</em> She nodded at the right spots, including when he thanked her for the water, and when he mentioned his crazy day. When he finished, she pulled only one thing from his words to discuss with him. "Tell me, Mac, what exactly do you mean by <em>'That Clara'</em>?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 15:58:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel who was slightly awake heard the startled comment but his eye lids were just too heavy to open. Upon arriving at the hospital after he was called to the land of being awake Marcel looked to Molly climbed out of the car moving towards the doors ignoring the fact there was a wheelchair there. Rubbing the sleepy dust from his eyes he cut a glance to Molly before smirking. "Well Nurse looks like I'm back here again and tha day ain't even over yet." With a Mighty Yawn Marcel walked into the Hospital ignoring and comments from other people asking him to sit and take it easy. "I got it I can at least walk. It's not like I'm gonna crumble ta dust from walkin' in is it?" He said to the orderly that was trying to persuade him into the chair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 01:05:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mac sighed with a smile, feeling there was a tiny bit of hope in reeling this spiralling situation back.. maybe not into his full grasp of control but perhaps into some amenable understanding. Just long enough to perform this wedding then hopefully never have the need to step into this strange dimension ever again. Suddenly he welcomed the idea of being bombarded by the oldies after a sermon. Hell yeah, bring it on! Anything, as long as he could make it through this bizarre scenario and event. First, however, was choosing his words carefully in how he answered Sukey's loaded question.<br><br>"Sukey, I get the instant impression I can and should totally level with you. It must not be a surprise that Clara and I more than started off on the wrong foot." In fact I'm surprised, he thought, she didn't slice mine clean off. "In fact, I take full responsibility for it all! I responded in an unprofessional manner." Now, for the hard part. "But I am human. And while I did exasperate the situation, Clara reacted in an unconventional way as well. I have a bad habit of speaking too quickly and in my mind, I keep calling her 'that woman'.. which I shouldn't blurt out! I admit! And I won't again. In respect to her as a woman and as one who is holding precious lives inside her womb." Mac feigned a casual expression but hoped beyond all hope, he didn't sound sarcastic. He didn't mean it that way. But it did sound a bit thickly coated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 14:08:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sukey listened and nodded as Mac talked again, deciding that this time she'd change the subject back to his 'priestly' background. Waiting until he was done, she told him, "Mac, don't call Clara 'that woman' again, not out loud or in yer head. Now, 'bout you levelin' with me," she went on, "You're absolutely right that ya can an' should. The part you're wrong about is thinkin' that yer done levelin' already." Her mind went to all the comments she'd thought up during his earlier very defensive and not very minister-like spiel. "Why don' we sit an' jus chat for a while 'bout the past? I'd love to hear all about yer younger days, and why ya joined the ministry, Mac," she said, smiling, while sitting back and looking prepared to have a very long get-to-know-you conversation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 16:59:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara waved and yelled "Good night, Sukey, call me tomorrow." She put the dishes in the sink, to wash, turning to Dukey,&nbsp; "This has been an especially long day Dukey. I hope better things come from your Momma having a talk with Minister Mac, I surely think that today's fiasco should go on the charts of what not to do when a minister arrives at the door, with a hang-over, don't you?&nbsp; I can't believe you wanted him to see us in my room. What were you thinking, when you whispered that to him?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 17:10:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Molly nodded in agreement. "Marcel, please don't be argumentative. You are not going to break the hospital rules. You have been given an injection for pain, are unstable on your feet. You will sit in the wheelchair. I am not taking no for an answer. It is either that, or fall flat on your face, and if ribs aren't broken now, they surely will after your fall." She stood in front of him trying to block him from walking away from the wheelchair. "If you fall, I will be giving you your pain medication by injection, Marcel." She said kind of sarcastic. "Maybe you enjoy that more than you let on, hmmm?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 18:47:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel stood stark still after the threat of needles entering him. "Okay okay okay you win this round only cause I fear needles more than broken ribs!"&nbsp; Marcel stood till the chair was close by and sat down looking at molly like she pulled a dirty move. "Can I at least horse around in this chair or do I gotta behave?" Looking at Molly with a squirrely look in his eyes and his tongue out of his mouth positioned as if he was concentrating on aiming as if he was going to do something silly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 21:26:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly smiling, knowing she got Marcel's undivided attention. "No, Marcel, you will not horse around at all." Molly leaned over to his ear and whispered so that only he could hear, "<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">And if you don't put that tongue back in your mouth, I will bite it off</span>."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 04:52:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dukey decided to be up-front about what he had done, and told Clara matter-of-factly, "Well, when he showed up the way he did, he didn't seem to be very put-together, if ya know what I mean. I figured I'd offer him a test, and see if lightning really would strike him. I never expected anyone to take it seriously, and I suppose lightning struck me, in the end. I thought maybe it'd teach him a lesson, about looking but not touching. It sure taught me one, about looking before leaping."<br><br>Ashamed, he walked past her, hoping their kids didn't turn out to be so foolish. He thought she'd never forgive him, after this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 05:30:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's late Dukey, let's call it a night, shall we?" She caught up to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.<br><br>"Would you lock up and shut off the lights Dukey? I'll meet you upstairs." Clara went upstairs got on her night shirt, closed the drapes and crawled into bed.&nbsp; She took her pen and a notebook off her night stand and wrote a list of things to do in the morning. She yawned and waited for Dukey to come upstairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 06:25:42</strong>
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				Comforted by her touch and her words, he nodded his agreement to do what she asked, thankful that there would be no more problems, that night. Although trouble had a nasty habit of finding him, however.<br><br>He turned and went about the tasks of locking the doors, and turning off the lights, looking out the window quickly to make sure everything appeared normal before heading to the bedroom. He stripped off his shirt and pants, and settled himself in next to Clara with a soft smile. He saw the notebook in her hands and asked teasingly, "you still keep a diary?"<br><br>He winked at her, and stretched his neck to read it, saying in a mock feminine voice, "Dear diary...What is it about men that makes them all weird and icky? There's this guy...he's nice, and stuff, but he makes me feel funny inside..." He grinned playfully, and rubbed her back and squeezed her shoulder lightly, before laying back and placing his hands behind his head on the pillow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 07:10:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara giggled. "Dukey, that is the worst sounding female I have ever heard. Even Mookie sounds better than that.&nbsp; And she isn't much more than a few cells."Clara gave Dukey a kiss on his cheek, hip bumped him and said "Lady with a mess of babies needs room, move your butt over." She looked at him, "I almost feel guilty having you here in my bed, but I am glad you are here. Daddy has never left me alone, and it will be hard not having him around in the morning. I will just snuggle up with you tonight Dukey. After all that puking today, I think I just need a good nights rest."<br><br>She turned off the lamp, gave him a deep kiss, then laid her head on his chest, wrapping her arm over him. "Good night, Dukey."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izzy1337</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 17:35:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*Mookie shifts slightly, mumbling*<br><br>"Good night, Momma, good night, Daddy..."<br><br>*before rolling back over and falling asleep again*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 01:29:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel drew his tongue back into his mouth before looking up at Molly and asked in a questioning voice to suggest he didn't hear her. "or what?" He smirked at her looking at her from under his eyebrows. (Over the glasses for those that don't get the reference) "Careful Nurse ya try ta take this mouth snake you might get a surprise ya weren't lookin' fer."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 04:09:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112172.msg5312134#msg5312134">Quote from: Sybl on 07-10-2011, 21:26:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Molly smiling, knowing she got Marcel's undivided attention. "No, Marcel, you will not horse around at all." Molly leaned over to his ear and whispered so that only he could hear, "<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">And if you don't put that tongue back in your mouth, I will bite it off</span>."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Is that a fact Marcel? I think you have all too soon forgotten what happened in the kitchen, after dinner. The whole reason you are here tonight, am I right? The one who needs to be careful, is You!"&nbsp; Molly turned around gave the orderly instructions for his X-Rays. "I'll catch up with you when I fill your scripts, Marcel."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 17:48:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x390/syblwon/hugs%20and%20more%20for%20Elliquiy/sybbies%20experiments/Thrill%20Me/KookyPookies/harvest1.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center">(http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x390/syblwon/hugs%20and%20more%20for%20Elliquiy/sybbies%20experiments/Thrill%20Me/KookyPookies/harvest2.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">(http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x390/syblwon/hugs%20and%20more%20for%20Elliquiy/sybbies%20experiments/Thrill%20Me/KookyPookies/harvest3.jpg)</div><br><strong></strong><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Harvest Sale</span></span></div>[/b]<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x390/syblwon/hugs%20and%20more%20for%20Elliquiy/sybbies%20experiments/Thrill%20Me/KookyPookies/harvestSale.jpg)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 15:53:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It's been two days since Marcel left the hospital and was told his ribs were fractured. After calling the shop and informing his crew he went back over to Molly's place. During that time Molly has caught Marcel off guard with that needle more times than not. Marcel thinks either she is being sadistic or trying to get him to over come his fear. Marcel just wants the pricks to stop.... but that hasn't stopped him from flirting with Molly and trying to get her riled up now depending on the occasion depends on whether that has worked or not. Currently Marcel is relaxing in a chair in the sun room of the house reading Popular Mechanic as the noise of the outside fill his ears Sheba is lying down beside him occasionally looking up at her injured master. "Ya know Sheba I could get use to this.... relaxin' and just restin' but I promise once I get better were goin' get Dukey and go huntin' you look like yer more miserable than I feel!" He chuckled softly before rubbing her between the ears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 18:29:00</strong>
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				Molly came home from shopping with two bags from the pet shop, one from the department store and one from the grocery store. She came up the elevator, setting the bags on the table. She peeked inside the sun room. She was content to see Marcel sitting there with a magazine and Sheba who was getting her ears rubbed. "What does a woman have to do to get her ears rubbed like that, Marcel?" She joked with him. <br><br>Removing her shoes before walking across the floor, and knelt down in front of him, petting Sheba. Her hand touched Marcel's and she grabbed his hand lightly. Looking into his eyes, "I like having you here Marcel. I know it isn't forever, but you and Sheba fit here, nicely."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 15:48:49</strong>
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				"Ya know Molly I reckon I feel tha same way I mean here ya been takin' care of me a perfectly good stranger and ter treatin' me like I'm yer bo or husband and I've been rude as all get up imposin' on ya. Molly this may be a bit sudden but would you like to become mua official girlfriend?" Marcel looked to Molly and paused for a second. "You know it could be forever... but to be honest that takes alot of time and work to make that happen." Marcel gave Molly a wink as he said that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 21:31:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know Marcel, I offered to take care of you, it is no imposition at all. I Like you, your accent is the cutest ever. And, Sheba, well, she has reached in and stolen my heart. I will make a deal, of sorts, if you promise me to not jump up and get all excited, I will accept to become your official girlfriend. But, if you do jump up all excited like, and hurt your ribs any more than you have, the deal is off."<br>Molly gave him a look she meant every word of her bargain. She stood up still holding his hand sitting on the arm of his chair, leaned over him, she whispered,&nbsp; "Do you agree or disagree, Marcel?" <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 19:01:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel chuckled to himself a bit and just smiled warmly "I'd like that very much.. No need to jump cause I don't wanna get stuck!" Marcel offer a hand to Molly to let her rest on his lap. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 03:52:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly laughed at the stuck remark. Taking Marcel's hand she said, "Let's go in the dining room, I have to put the groceries away. Also I bought a few things for Sheba at the pet store. You can check out her goodies, if you like."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 20:09:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sound's like a plan!" Marcel slowly stood up and carefully followed Molly into the kitchen setting a glass he had on to the counter before unpacking groceries and handing them to Molly. "Well ain't that a treat Rawhide ears!! Sheba will love you for these! Shoot she might think it's her birthday! And Bacon treats Shoot SHEBA you and I might be wrestling over yer treats later!" Marcel&nbsp; said loudly into the other room to call Sheba in to the dinning room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Adammair</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 04:09:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Two days later, Dukey Pookie was tending to Bruce and Piranha, and going about his daily routine in the cornfield, putting field corn into bins.<br><br>He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, clearing some damp hair from his eyes. He stood up, stretched and put a hand to the small of his back. It hadn't even been a week, and he was starting to second-guess himself. He'd already hurt his best friend, inadvertently. He'd made a bad first impression on Mr. Klutz, and on Clara, or so he thought. Knocking her up wasn't the problem. He'd fallen in love with her at first sight. But he had always believed that trouble came in threes, and now she was expecting triplets.<br><br>He was already tired of coming back at the end of the day, smelling of manure and drenched in sweat, and he didn't know what to do. He thought of his job at Cutty's. It was never like this. He didn't know if he was cut out for this kind of thing.<br><br>"What am I gonna do?" he idly asked himself. He stood up tall as he could, looked out over the entire farm and thought it looked bigger than he remembered. <em>Just the stress getting to me,</em> he thought. He went back to the barn, grabbed a black wax pen, and wrote on the wax board <em>Clara - I'm sorry. I love you, but I can't take it right now. I will be back soon, unless you find me first - Dukey</em> He sighed and walked purposefully to his car, and drove away, with a tear in his eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 21:49:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara was in the laundry room sorting clothes, their supper was in the oven and would be ready soon. She started the washer, and went upstairs to change her clothes. She watched Dukey from her bedroom window. He walked to his car with an odd look on his face. Assuming something must have broken she watched him drive off. She shrugged her shoulders thought he should have at least told her where he was going, especially with dinner almost done cooking. Dressed in a blue lace summer dress she brushed her hair, adding a ribbon to tie it back. <br><br>Tonight they would have a candle lit dinner, and spend some time getting to know each other more. He was the father of her unborn children and they needed this time to learn all they could about themselves and their likes, dislikes and more personal stuff. There would be much to do in the next week with the corn now harvested and in their bins to dry. This was a good time as their would be no outside interference. <br><br>Going down stairs she could smell the roast. It was a wonderful smell. It didn't make her stomach queasy at all. She set the table and shut off the oven. Waiting for Dukey to return from where ever he drove off too.<br><br>After an hour she called his cell phone. It went directly to his voice mail. "Dukey, supper has been ready for almost an hour. Where did you go?" She walked out to the front yard heading to the barn to go have a chat with Piranha. She hadn't gone for a ride since she met Dukey.&nbsp; She promised herself after morning chores she would go for a nice ride on her horse. Knowing that soon it would be winter and with carrying triplets it would not be wise after the third month.<br><br>Arriving at Piranha's stall she saw the wax board immediately. <strong><em>Clara - I'm sorry. I love you, but I can't take it right now. I will be back soon, unless you find me first - Dukey </em></strong>. For the moment the shock of his words had no effect, she petted Piranha's muzzle and thought how much one night could change everything in life. Her mistakes. Falling so fast for a guy, letting him take her virginity, now pregnant, he leaves her and fall is upon the farm, the work that needs to be done to make her Daddy proud of her. It was too much to take in at once.<br><br>Clara took the wax board and the pen and brought them both to the house setting it on the table.<br><br>Putting away the dishes and the candle, she locked the doors shut all the windows. She made one phone call to the delivery truck rental place. She hired a driver and had him come to the house to pick up the 12 cases of wine in the basement that she and her Daddy inherited. Explicit directions were given to the to deliver them to Minister Mac's Parish.&nbsp; (http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h396/Sybl1/signs/winetruck.jpg)<br><br>When the truck arrived she swore it would never make the trip. Yet the driver assured her it would. When he left, Clara then unplugged the house phone and went upstairs to her room.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 00:46:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly reached in the last bag and pulled out two nice Porterhouse steaks. "We get these tonight if you would be sweet and start the grill, honey." Molly blushed, "oh, that is different, isn't it?" Watching Sheba race into the dining room, she saw how the two of them were playing together and wondered if Marcel knew how precious these moments were to her. She missed her dog but Sheba was now an added feature here at the house, one she wouldn't trade for anything. Sheba was really well behaved .<br><br>"It is still nice outside Marcel, would you care to eat outdoors or in? We could take Sheba out for a stroll around the property after dinner too. What do you think, are you feeling up to it?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 20:44:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Outdoors is fine." Marcel said with a grin looking at Sheba like he was going to keep the bacon treats to himself before reaching in and giving her one. "Don't she look so happy? I swear Sheba has been happiest these bast couple days relaxin' out here" Marcel stared towards the deck to the grill. "Um Molly dear! do you want tha steaks hickory smoked or just grilled?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 02:24:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as Marcel said outdoors, Molly smiled. She went to the hutch and pulled out a cellophane envelope, opened it and pulled out a black apron.&nbsp; Walking up to him she slid it over his head wrapping her arms around him and tied it. She planted a kiss on his cheek looked down at Sheba, her arms still around him. "She does look happy at that. It can't be that she has so much running space, and far from the road, or traffic, can it?" <br><br>She stepped back a little to look at him with the apron on. She giggled at the scene on the apron her father had sent her from Hawaii. On the apron was a grill, the cook with his face blackened around his eyes and cheeks as if he was charcoal grilled instead of the steaks. "You're the cook tonight, you decide, but um, don't do it like the little guy there, you've had enough accidents, wait before you start though, I want to get a picture to send to Mom and Dad," she laughed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 03:34:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel had a grin on his face that was bigger than the state of California if it were turned sideways as he remarked "Heck yeah! I love it mua pêche!" As he leaned over and kissed molly on he side of her lips and cheek, before walking out to the grill an opening it up to look it over and inspect it&nbsp; bottom first and than grill rack so see if there were any holes in the bottom of the grill and to make sure the rack was in one piece and clean. After that he looked around for a pot that would fit inside the grill over the coals and started to clean out the debris before filling it with a bit of water and setting it by the grill.&nbsp; Marcel than grabbed the bag of charcoal and opened it before carefully lifting it to the grill and setting it on the rack for a second before turning to Molly and smiling really big again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 08:33:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood there for a solid minute. "Sheba, did you see that, he kissed me, and called me his peach!" She gathered herself and went to get the camera. Coming back into the dining area she pulled out a bacon treat and handed it to Sheba. "Good girl!" Molly took several pictures of Marcel and Sheba. Then setting the camera on timer, stood being Marcel with two small plates giving him the look of Mickey Mouse ears protruding out the side of his head. Her Dad would love those pictures, knowing his daughter could be quite the clown at times.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 09:04:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The morning after Dukey leaves, Clara walked out to the barn. She cleaned up places he missed, annoyed that he left in such a way, no return call. She knew in her heart this was the end. She was on her own. Even the voices she heard from her children are now silent.<br><br>"Maybe I am crazy. Maybe the Minister was right,. Hysteria at best, my children couldn't possibly talk to me." Sadly she sat on a bale of hay, and dialed Minister Mac. "Hello Mac, um,&nbsp; I am really sorry to bother you again. Dukey split, and my Dad is still gone, I need help. There is so much work here at the farm, would you come over and help me?" Clara's voice cracked at the end of the call, leaving a voice message for Minister Mac. Her tears would not be stopped for a little while.<br><br>"I cannot disappoint my daddy," she said aloud after she wiped her tears away. She did as many chores as she could, hoping Minister Mac got her message.<br><br>She pulled a horse blanket down and laid on some clean straw resting for a bit.<br><br>She called her daddy and left him a message. "Hi Dad, this is Clara, I hope you are having a great time. We got the corn harvested. Tomorrow the soy beans will be harvested completely. I love you Dad, enjoy your time away."&nbsp; Clara went back to the house to get some tea.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 03:31:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel&nbsp; saw the plates coming but had no Idea what they would be used for he also had a plan in store for Molly as the flash went off to be plastered to her lips and shock the crap out of her as he executed his plan and gave her a long deep kiss and dip as the timer flash started counting down. as soon as the last flash went off Marcel grinned as big as a Cheshire cat at her knowing he would get paid back later. In his mind tho it was well worth it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 04:28:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly had no idea that Marcel even knew how to kiss like he kissed her just now. A little dizzy from the dip or dizzy because she was blown away by his kiss. She forgot everything. Dinner, Sheba, the camera...everything except for the kiss and being so deeply embraced by him. When he stood her upright she noticed the Cheshire cat smile, wondering what that was about. Molly sat down on the bench staring at the camera.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 23:15:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel still smiling from his actions looked at Molly "Hey? You gonna be okay? .......ya look like someone broke ya." He snickered to himself for a second before he started arranging the charcoal briquettes in a pyramid fashion as he started to squeeze lighter fluid on it before stepping back lighting a match and tossing it in and watching the small gout of fire engulf the charcoal. after a few minutes of watching it get started properly Marcel set the tray of water over it with some wood chips in it before placing the grill surface back over it. "Hey Molly how ya want yer meat?" Marcel knew that was dangerous in how he phrased the sentence but he needed to get some reaction out of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 23:40:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When his cellphone rang in his pocket, John Klutz was sitting at a table across from one of the most vicious gang leaders in the city of New Haven. There was a gun in the center of the table at equal distance from both of them though John's hands had been tied to the arms of the chair so at least it appeared as if there was no chance for him to grab the gun. John smiled at the crime boss as his phone went off in his pocket for it both broke the tension and subverted attention away from what John was doing with the small knife that he always carried on him. It was rubbing away at the ropes until they just snapped. John jumped up, grabbed the gun and placed to the head of the the gang leader.<br><br>“Now I had told you that I did not want any trouble. But since I am here I might as well help out our good boys in blue.” John pulled out his phone and opened up a recording application. “Now son, what you are going to do is admit to my phone here all of your wrong doings, the wrong doings of your friends and name all those in your organization including the corrupt cops on your payroll.” John told him as the crime boss looked him in the eye with his eyes wide. He was obviously scared that he was about to be taken out by a man from the country when he had been known to be generally untouchable. To save his life and his reputation, the boss did as he was instructed.<br><br>After all of it was recorded, John sent it to his email so that the man could not destroy it if he somehow managed to get his phone. “Now, let's go.”<br><br>“Go where?” The boss asked wondering what next he was going to be forced to endure. John dragged him over to the door, firing the gun through it to put the person on the other side in a protective state. He kicked the door open knocking it back up against the man as John ran out pulling the crime boss. He went down the stairs where there were two men there to greet him. Both had their guns drawn so John had to react quickly, shooting on in the knee and the other in his arm. The one that had been shot in the knee fell to the ground screaming. The other had dropped his gun at the shock of the bullet going in his arm.<br><br>John and the boss came down stairs where John pistol whipped the man reaching for his gun dropping him to the ground. From where he was he could see the front door but that was not where he was headed, he wanted his car back. “Where is it!?” John asked, and then the boss pointed over to a door on the other side of the room. As usual it was not going to be easy as ten men all appeared with their guns drawn, a smile appeared across the farmers face. This was a situation that he had been in before it seemed. He hit a button on his phone and then the file from the boss started to play where he sold each one of them out to be arrested.<br><br>All of them went wide eyed and lowered their guns in shock, this was all John needed in order to run dragging the boss across the room just less than a second before bullets started flying in his direction, Inside was his beautiful Mustang, and the dumb criminals had been so nice enough as to leave the keys in the ignition. John threw the boss into the passenger seat&nbsp; and then set off to go to the police station.<br><br>And the funny thing about this was that all of this had started when John had just gone to grab a soda from a convenience store.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 00:31:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What?," she turned her head and caught him snickering. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, watching him prepare the grill. "I am fine, just fine." Molly stood up and went into the kitchen to pour herself a small glass of wine. "Honey, would you care for something to drink before dinner?" The question he asked of her at the same time, caused Molly's face to turn bright red.<br><br>She quickly turned away from him through the window and drank down all her wine. "oh boy, this is going to be a wild night, I can tell," she muttered to herself. "I like my steak medium rare, not mooing and not quite dead," she yelled out to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 22:28:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel grinned real big before he said "Alright I'll make sure it ain't mooin' fer ya." as he threw the meat on the grill. "Now as fer that drink what ya have in mind if ya don'd mind me askin'?" He stabbed the meat a couple of times with the meat fork to ensure that it would cook evenly. :"If it's a beer I don't think my meds will allow fer that so till dinner time I'll leave it up to ya so I don't get in trouble." Marcel grinned bigger as he watched her for a bit and allowed his mind to wander for a second thinking of mischief.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 09:22:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Molly walked over to him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you sweetie, I'll get you something to drink, we have plenty of water." She gave him a wink, walked inside to the fridge and opened a beer. Molly walked back to the deck, she hated beer, but for him, she took a swig of it walked over standing on her tip toes kissed him fully on the mouth letting the beer mix in their kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 20:56:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel's eyes went wide as he got kissed he wasn't expecting a beer infusion to be in it. The combination was not bad but he didn't like it he thought to himself and made a mental note not to let it happen again. Once he got past the beer he settled into the kiss and gave back as good as he was getting reaching around her and placing an arm around her. Once the two did come up for air he looked at her with a quirked eyebrow and a half cocked smile and stated "As much as I like my beer I think I like it better in mua bottle I ain't been broke from the nipple yet and I think I like my sugar with out a beer chaser." He started to giggle as he could not keep a straight face looking at her after a cute stunt like that. He took the bottle of beer and a bowl that was near by adding some spices to it and pouring a small bit of beer into it before taking a brush and mixing it up and adding it to one of the steaks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 03:48:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She could hardly stand the disgusting taste of the beer.&nbsp; "That is good, as much as I enjoyed the lip lock and the body wrap of your wonderful arms, I hate beer, and that was a nasty tasting kiss," Molly laughed. "Let me go, and I'll make the salad for dinner and pester Sheba for a bit."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>icandor</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 22:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcel smiled as he started focusing on the meat again it would be almost 20 minutes before he hollered back towards the house that the meat was done and he plated the 2 slabs of steak on to a plate and started towards the kitchen with them. The smell of the meat and wood from the grill filled his nose with memories of many of time out doors grilling with Dukey and his family. Thinking to himself *Dukey had himself hemmed up knocking that Clara girl up... he still ain't called yet. That ain't like em Shoot after dinner granted I don't get myself hemmed up I heed to give him a ring.* Marcel placed the plates on the counter to get the sides added to them before looking to Molly and licking his lips with a hungry look in his eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kooky Pookies (IC thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sybl</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 03:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara could not bring herself to the point of telling her Daddy the truth about Dukey’s departure from the farm. She looked around for Marcel’s number. Heading out to the barn again to get the equipment ready for harvesting the soybeans in the morning. She started to dial Marcel’s number then hung up.&nbsp; After the past few days he surely didn’t want to hear from her, she thought better of calling him for the time being.<br><br>Hours later, she checked her phone. No messages. “Daddy, where are you? Dammit. Where is Minister Mac? Even Sukey had not called.&nbsp; She is probably because she is consoling her son.” Clara was getting really angry at the fact that Dukey left her stranded, she yelled, “That was a stinking rotten thing to do Dukey Pookie, you jerk. Leaving me to deal with everything.”<br><br>She finally admitted to herself she could not run the farm, harvest the soybeans and keep things running smooth alone. Dialing Marcel’s phone number, hoping he would not hang up on her, she listened to it ring. Once again she gets a voice mail. “Marcel, I don’t know if you are aware or not, but Dukey left me a note in the barn last night. He has split from here. Tomorrow is soybean harvesting. I need help Marcel! Do you know anyone who would come to the farm and pitch in tomorrow? I understand your injuries will keep you from helping me. Please call me back Marcel. No one else has called me, not Daddy, not Mac, no one!”
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