New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)
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				Title: <strong>New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 18:20:45</strong>
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				Ella June Fields had been named Elliot James Fields at birth, not a mistake by either nature or her parents, but rather a conventional way of naming a baby boy.&nbsp; <br><br>Growing up as an only child of two well-educated and loving parents, Elliot was the type to play with GI Joe and Barbies both, neither effeminate nor rough and tumble, Elliot had a fervent imagination and could change his personality seemingly at will while playing by himself or others, often acting out elaborate little plays he thought up in which he played all or most of the parts whether they were male, female or a dinosaur whose gender really wasn’t a major issue to the citizenry of the city where the mighty Elliot-saur was stomping through the imaginary streets, laughing off rocket and flame thrower attacks and smacking fighter jets from the sky.&nbsp; In his mind he could be anything he wanted to be, and very often was.<br><br>Blessed with generous strawberry colored lips, golden-green hazel eyes that seemed to be a different color to everyone that saw them, long, soft eyelashes and a mop of thick blonde hair, he was often described as a ‘pretty boy’ by well meaning adults and through his early teens he found that his looks appealed strongly to the girls, many of whom he dated, yet at the same time caught the eyes of more than one boy who thought him to be a pretty girl, at least until the age where the girls in his class started filling out into more womanly bodies.<br><br>Slightly vain and narcissistic, Elliot was also insecure about one thing - his height.&nbsp; &nbsp;Somewhat slight of build, but not scrawny, he was always measured in the lowest 10-15 percentile of height for boys and despite a growth spurt at around 15, he stopped growing at just a shade over 5’ 4”.&nbsp; <br><br>Always the chameleon, Elliot found that he was attracted to both sexes as me matured physically, yet had little interest in the boys his age who seemed to like other boys.&nbsp; Instead he found himself fantasizing about the prettiest girls in class, about being with them and being one of them, and found both ideas sexy and appealing, especially when he thought of the way that the boys looked at those pretty girls.<br><br>It was all a bit confusing, yet also seemed natural as Elliot continued his imaginative ways of playing and was now dressing the parts, borrowing some of his Mother’s clothes (she had added a few pounds and a large part of Mom’s wardrobe was, as she called it, ’on hold’), her make-up and hair accessories and a bit of jewelry, and the persona of Ella June was born, though after a time she seemed to be less of a play acting part and more of who he really was.&nbsp; <br><br>Not really the type to hide anything from Mom and Dad, Elliot didn’t immediately realize how lucky he was to have for parents who were both concerned and supportive, although it took four different psychiatrists and counselors and untold numbers of sessions of talking about things that never really seemed to matter to Elliot or Ella, before there was finally a connection with her last counselor, the one who helped Ella to see that her gender and sexuality could either be defined by physical characteristics, by societal expectations or by being simply the unique and special individual she wanted to be.<br><br>It took a few more sessions and a lot of introspection, but soon she knew she was Ella, that she liked who she liked regardless of their gender, and that as far as most of society went, she would be a she and a very sexy one, which latched her fairly prodigious libido just fine.<br><br>Shortly after high school, she began hormone replacement therapy and living as a female in real life.&nbsp; Having never developed much in the way of body hair, the therapy still helped to reshape her body, though her breasts were not quite what Ella hoped for, as she was more than a bit fascinated with more voluptuous figures, and breast augmentation, though painful, left her as a full C-cup, with shapely legs, an oft whistled at rear and a face that Ella was never the type to think was less than beautiful.<br><br>Having no interest in ‘bottom’ surgery for many reasons including her sexual desires and the thought of having a biologically conceived child of her own some day, she was clinically defined as inter-sexed, but for all other intents and purposes, those being the intents and purposes in her mind and soul, she was simply Ella June Fields.<br><br>(http://cimarron.wdfiles.com/local--files/ella/Ella.jpg) (http://cimarron.wdfiles.com/local--files/ella/Ella2.jpg) (http://cimarron.wdfiles.com/local--files/ella/Ella3.jpg)<br><br>Dating didn’t prove to be a problem, as Ella found both men and women who were attracted to her and plenty that remained interested when she was frank with them about her unique sexuality.&nbsp; In time, though she was not overly promiscuous, Ella developed an amazingly satisfying sex life…and a tremendously disappointing love life.&nbsp; She seemed to be the kinky little secret that everyone wanted to bed, but only took home to their parents as a ‘friend.’<br><br>In time Ella found that being sexy and desirably unique were both a blessing and a curse, and slipped into s deep insecurity and prickly defensiveness about why no one loved her, or those who claimed that they did always failed to follow through when push came to shove.&nbsp; She was tired of being everyone’s fantasy fuck, but no one’s real passion, finding romance only as El Viento (The Wind, a pseudonym that fit her ever changing personality all too well), her chatboard and internet handle.<br><br>On-line role playing was a natural retreat for her as Ella’s experiences and joys throughout her life of becoming other people, and a certain talent and hunger for writing, soon had her getting her romance needs filled, to a fairly shallow but better than nothing extent, through her role-playing characters.<br><br>Her favorite writing partner, and on-line friend, went by the screen name of MissEvialGal4u, whose real name was Meg in their OOC chats.&nbsp; Ella never really identified her gender, a little gun-shy about losing or confusing a very good friend and writing patner after some of her past experiences in real life, and simply went by “E” when they chatted, a nickname she always liked.<br><br>Meg was an old fashioned romance addict, medieval knight and princess stuff, with Ella easily writing the Knight Errant characters Meg craved, but slowly and surely making each one push Meg’s sexual comfort zone boundaries a bit farther and farther, until their online romances became unbelievably steamy, sexy and kinky, with Meg really coming out of her shell and even pursuing some of the female side characters Ella created for her.<br><br>Though she knew they lived in suburbs on opposite sides of the same city, Ella and Meg had never pressed the idea of meeting, though they had joked about it a bit, with Ella always telling Meg, who was recently engaged to her fiancé, Jason, and was absolutely nuts about him, that she didn’t want to cause any jealousy issues for them, especially since reading between the lines, Ella guessed that Jason knew nothing of the almost nymphomaniacal side of Meg that Ella had drawn out of her on-line.<br><br>In truth, Ella was mostly worried that Meg might not like her in person and given her fairly prodigious abandonment issues of late, losing her on-line lover and romantic writing partner scared the life out of Ella.&nbsp; Still, when Meg suddenly decided that she wanted to meet “E”, and was rather insistent on it, the thought that she might lose Meg by saying ‘no’, over came her better judgment and the meeting was set.<br><br>Always the one to take command of a scene they wrote, Ella had chosen the place and time.&nbsp; So here it was, Saturday afternoon at a nice chain-style restaurant that sold itself as an old fashioned English pub, but was more than a bit on the schmaltzy side.&nbsp; Still, Ella loved the food here, it was slow at this time of day, about 2:00 p.m. and she arrived early and left a note with the hostess that she was waiting for a friend named Meg.<br><br>Wearing a conservative tailored white blouse, navy blue pencil skirt, stockings and three inch heels, she had gone light on the make up and left her hair loose, with the purposefully messy look she loved as her style.&nbsp; <br><br>Tapping her foot nervously, she purposely sat with her back to the door and sipped her second glass of wine, repeatedly checked her watch and vacillated back and forth between happily anticipating her friend’s arrival, her fervent fantasy being that Meg would be completely accepting of who her friend was and might even ask her to be in the wedding party, and hoping that Meg had gotten a case of cold feet and was typing an on-line apology to Ella on-line for backing out of their ‘date’ at that very moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>joannie</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 01:50:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jason lay in his bed, the soft glow of the light illuminating the pages of his book. He was having a hard time focusing. It was not like him. His thoughts kept wandering as he read, his eyes skipping paragraphs, his mind replaying the letter left on the screen of Galena's laptop. She must have been running late, because, when he got home he could hear the sounds of Stevie Nicks songs repeatedly binging from the other room. "Gypsy", he and Galena danced in the fields of her parent's home, to the beat from that song. It called him to the makeshift office she had in the kitchen. The sink had been full of dishes, he filled the sink with warm soapy water, and kept looking over his shoulder at her laptop. Curiosity was killing him. he meticulously dried his hands, and walked to the small desk top and tapped the cursor pad.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Meg, are you home yet?" E<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His head cocked, like the Jack Russel on the old RCA phonograph. "Meg?" Must be nothing he thought, and walked back to the dishes, and slowly began scrubbing, every now and again looking back to the desk. He finished the dishes, stacked them in drying rack, and began methodically drying and stacking them in the cupboard. Meg always chided him that he didn't have to polish them. But he just smiled at her and continued; he could tell by her smile that she liked them that way. He turned to the Bing.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Hey, want to finish our story tonight?" E<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A big grin, rose on his cheeks, and his dimples showed. Poor soul he thought. There's no Meg here. He picked out a clean sponge, and wet it under some warm water and squeezed it out. He slowly cleaned up the counter, and then rinsed down the sink. He moved cautiously and began to clean the small bistro table in the corner where they shared their meals and riddled each other about their days. He enjoyed having the time between his arrival home and hers. He busied himself tucking in the loose ends, so he and Galena had the evenings for themselves. And it helped her relax.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He heard the door open and the close. "Jason, I'm home." she called from the front door.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He walks from the kitchen, to the doorway, to the front room, the delight on his face bright, as he gazes at her. She always looks vibrant. Her eyes are magical and seem to change color, shifting from a light green to sienna, as the sunlight refracts and bounces across her auburn locks. Her jeans are light and baggy, the longer 't' just reaches the swell of her boyish hips. She is his fawn, and he dotes over her. There is a slight shift of her pert breasts as she almost bounces to him, and tilts her head to gently kiss him. His left arm gently holds her hip, and he brushes a stray strand of her hair from her cheek with the other.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"How was your day sweety?" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Spent the day with Dewey Deci. Fridays we always have to get the returns back on the shelves, Galena. Any ideas for dinner?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"How 'bout some burgers sweety, it's so nice out, we could grill."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;" 'kay, I'll get them out."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "gonna take a quick shower, I'll be right there."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; " 'kay" He watched her walk down the hall.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Bing. He looked at the laptop and then back down the hall. And back to the laptop. He walked over and slid the cursor.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "We still on for Saturday coffee." E<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He shook his head. This E sure&nbsp; persistant. He typed in 'sure'. And stared.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "The little restaurant shop just down from the museum, say twoish, as planned." E<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "gotcha" M&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He closed the messenger. and looked down the hall. He almost laughed to himself. It was kinda out of his nature to play mean like that. He walked down the hall past the bathroom and into their bedroom. He could hear the shower running. He unbuttoned his shirt and slowly hung it on a hook by the door. Pulling his belt from the loops of his khakis he rolled it up and put it on the top of his bureau. He turned looking down the hall to the bathroom, and wondered; shook his head and walked back to the bed. He lowered his pants along with his boxers and folded them, placing them on the bed. Hew swiped his hands through his long blonde locks, removing the hairtie from his pony tail. He slipped it on his wrist and walked to the bed. 'Was she meeting someone?, nah, must be a mistake.' He shook his head at himself. He flopped himself face down on his bed. Of all things. He heard the shower stop. He closed his eyes. He could feel her behind him and he felt the damp towel snap him on the butt.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Hey that hurts!"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "I know silly. "<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He could hear the lilting smile in her voice. And felt the damp skin of her thighs on his as she climbed on top of him, her hands pressing into the small of his back. Her thighs straddled his, and she pushed on him. He could feel her hands kneading his back slowly, tracing his spine, as she pressed harder still. A sigh escaped his lips.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "It feels good."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Bing. "Galena, your laptop has been on all day. It's been binging ever since I got home." his voice softened, "Whose Meg, anyhow?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her hands almost froze, she kneaded his shoulders harder. continuing on to his neck. Perplexed, he could feel his muscles relaxing as her strength in the massage increased. She pushed harder as her hips pressed into his and she leaned forward and tickled his ear with the words.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I don't know. Why? Oh, you bad, bad boy You nosing around on my computer?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"No no no, I just flicked on the screen to see what was going on. Some guy named E was looking for Meg." It was the truth. Not the whole truth. He felt a twinge of betrayal, he shouldn't have looked.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Guy?" she chuckled. "You can't tell that. and Meg's just some hussy I play." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Hussy?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"You know one of those girls, that likes to shake her tush at every guy on street." She wiggles hers back and forth on his, then gives him a bump. "It's kind of fun, pretending."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She reaches back with her hand and slaps him smartly on backside, and he jumps. "Yeow, Galena, stop it."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "I'm just having some fun Jason, take a chill why don't ya."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; " 'kay, 'kay, Let's go get something to eat." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She hops off of him and turns to her closet, pulls out a loose V-neck and pulls it down over her breasts, then walks to the bureau and grabs out a pair of her favorite briefs, and slides them up her legs, as she looks over her shoulder at Jason.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Shorts or Skirt?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He looked up as he pulled the cotton boxers up and reached for a pair of jeans. Just before he pulled his black t-shirt over his head.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "A skirt would offer a better view," spoken as he glanced at her legs, then to her eyes. "I'll got throw the burgers on."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Get going. I am famished." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; What's with him? she asked herself; she was surprised he looked, not surprised he told her; that was one thing, he was always honest with her. And doting, sometimes she wished he would just, and she let her thought hang right there. Picking the short denim skirt from the closet she slid it up and around her waist, fastening it and looping a canvas belt through the loops, and slipped her feet into a macrame pair of sandals before stooping to wind the laces around her ankles. She could feel a hint of anger behind her angelic masque. He should trust her, it was just. After all it was she who spoke about how they should get married that evening as they lay in the afterglow of there lovemaking, and she confessed her romantic notions of her future with him, how she loved him, and he had said , yes. It wasn't really a proposal, but he had said yes, and they had set a date sometime in September, when the leaves started changing and the heat of summer had left. She heard the sliding door to the deck close, and she padded into the kitchen and her laptop. She opened the messenger and saw.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her face turned red. She went to the refrigerator, choosing a bottle of red wine, she took it and placed it on the counter, then to the cupboard for two glasses. The salad bowls were missing and she looked for the tray. It was missing too. She slid the drawer open and picked out the corkscrew. Reaching, she picked up the bottle, and in the other hand, her fingers wrapped slowly around the stems of the goblets, she lifted them and made her way to the doors to the deck. Jason turned from the grill just in time to open the door and help her with the glasses. He placed them on the table by the settings and the plate of condiments for their burgers. A salad was made for each and the blue cheese already adorned the vegetables.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Like a true knight, he turned to her and waved a hand in front of him as he bowed, and spoke, 'Would you have a seat M'Lady?, Your dinner awaits ye, and if I may,"&nbsp; he reaches for the wine bottle and unwrapping the foil, inserts the corkscrew, removing the cork and deftly pours her a wine, swirling the wine within, bending to take a breath, and presents it to her. Taking a plate and bun, he turns to the grill and with the spatula lifts a burger to the bun and presents it to her. "M'Lady." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She responds, "Thank you, kind Sir. But I have a request. It seems you have scheduled a meeting I had no intention of making. I am distressed that you have done so, for I wish not to. This was to remain a casual acquaintance, so You shall attend in my absence, offering my sincere apology for not being able to attend, make any excuse you want. BUT, I AM NOT GOING."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;" Galena, please. You should have turned your computer off. I didn't mean..." He knew she was mad, he knew he should have just. "I'm not going."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She smiled and shook a finger at him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; They sat together and talked about anything else but the meeting, she smiled as she stood up and kissed him. The sun was set, and they made there way to the bedroom, where Jason fell asleep spooning her, his reluctant arousal pressed against her as she wiggled against him making herself comfortable. The weekend continued, Jason and Galena together.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ***<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His pants were pressed crisp, his brown loafers were clean, and his striped shirt showed nary a flaw. Blue eyes shown, his dusty brown hair was pulled back in a impeccable ponytail, and his face was smoothly shaved as he stood in front of the hostess. He swallowed his nervousness, his pride, and his fear, as he asked, "Excuse me Miss. I am suppose to meet a friend here, He said to ask for E. Has he arrived?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The hostess's eyebrows arched, "Yes, E's here." her voice faltered. "But you are sure she said?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"You said she?" The surprised could be seen in his voice and almost heard in the movement of his eyes as they looked through the restaurant.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She almost laughed, "Meg, Let me take you to her table."&nbsp; She strode off glancing over her shoulder, the menu's hiding the deep smile on her face. She stopped before a table; a quite buxom and beautiful woman sat there, and his eyes widened in what could only be called shock and surprise. The hostess pulled a chair from the table.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"E, I would like you to meet Meg."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jason, extended his hand, "I am pleased to meet you, E" And quickly took his seat. The hostess scurried off her hand over her mouth holding the laughter inside.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 03:01:59</strong>
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				Ella’s eyes went wide as “Meg” was introduced, her shock making her brain go on auto-pilot as she offered her hand without even thinking about it, but also said nothing in response, giving only a slight nod to keep the awkwardness quotient at “ridiculous” instead of “overwhelming” for the moment.<br><br>He was cute, and he was a he, damn, Ella knew she was good at writing in varying and unreadable personas, always had been, but she purposely kept her identity and gender ambiguous or unsaid.&nbsp; But Meg must be a freaking genius to play at being a woman both IC and OOC, unless…<br><br>Then it dawned on her that this just might not be Meg, because anyone clever enough to fool a chameleon like Ella would have known how to easily avoid the embarrassing incident with the hostess.&nbsp; It simply didn’t fit and now she wanted to know why she was being played and by whom.<br><br>Ella quickly downed her second glass of wine, her eyes never leaving his and no longer feeling guilty about not sticking to the coffee she had originally offered to Meg.&nbsp; Feeling a bit trapped and more than a bit confused, Ella did what came natural at times like this, she used a good offense as her defense.<br><br>Leaning forward to close the space between them just enough to make her seem the aggressor, which she was now, she smiled coyly for a long moment, then asked,<br><br>“So, is Meg bound and gagged in the trunk of your car, and if so, am I next?&nbsp; Now, if you truly know Meg, at least the way I do, you’ll know she likes being tied up, and even blindfolded, but never gagged.&nbsp; It’s a quirk of hers, but who can blame her.&nbsp; What is the use of bringing a woman to a world rocking climax if you can’t hear the cry of passion in her voice when it makes her toes curl and her nipples feel like they are on fire, right?” she asked, licked her lips lightly and watched his reaction.<br><br>If this was Meg, then Ella knew he would be hard in a flash and shifting in his seat, and if it wasn’t…well then, she preferred to be the cat and not the mouse in whatever game he was playing.<br><br>She held up her empty glass to call to the waitress, but her hazel eyes never left his, never gave them a chance to hide something from her.<br><br>Her words were teasingly raw, but said with a casual elegance, as if she spoke like this in restaurants all of the time.&nbsp; Yet inside, she was more than a little scared and spooked, but refused to let him know it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>joannie</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 12:39:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He slid his chair forward, listening, the slight rosey color draining from his cheeks as he digested her words.&nbsp; He paled as he thought of Galena typing her lusty words, it hid an inward smile, as he innocently assured himself it was just a story. Girls, having girl talk. But he could feel where the blood was pooling. His hands grasped the side of the chair and slid it forward, hiding the foreboding of his lap.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"E, Shall I call you E?" His head lowered just a bit and the few stray hairs hung on the side of his face, as he smoothed them back behind his ears, with his two hands. "First, I have a confession to make, there are no bound women in the trunk of the car," spoken softly as he leaned forward. Her scent did nothing to ease his tension. "And secondly, Meg sent me. Well actually ordered me to rectify a situation."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He shifted and sat up as the waitress approached. He looked back to E and smiled, "I can't wait to tell Meg how pretty you are." He blushed as he spoke and felt the blood coming back to his face, the khaki's becoming much more comfortable as he looked to the waitress. "Miss, May we have a half carafe of the wine, the young woman has selected, and a small plate of cheese, and fruit that will match the palate of the wine. Will that be good for you, E, or do have something else you wish for?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He was feeling more relaxed, as he reached for some composure, and postured himself to show his grace and manners. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "Is their more to it, to the E, a name perhaps,.... so when I see Meg again."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He almost smiled. He looked from E to the waitress, then back. E If there is anything else You would like? My treat.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He wasn't. His cheeks lightened. To forward. And then the wholesale words that she uttered as she leaned forward struck a cord again and he shifted, in his chair, extending his hands above his head, fingers interlaced, stretching, he took a deep breath. Before folding them together and returning them comfortably to his lap.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh, and you are right the sounds are pleasing, it is the crescendo of the symphony that brings the loudest applause."<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 23:40:46</strong>
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				Ella watched and listened as he spoke, her mind twirling about a bit, and the two glasses of wine and the surprising presence of the cute man suddenly sitting at her table, most unexpectedly a man and a decidedly attractive in a softly romantic kind of way, were both going to her head.&nbsp; She often drank a glass or two as she and Meg had their late night writing and chat sessions, but two was usually the limit before Ella started feeling a bit tipsy, yet she did not object at all when he ordered a carafe for them to share.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>The blush that rosied her cheeks and touched the skin on her throat when he complimented her looks told him she was listening, and while Ella was not under any illusion that she was an ugly duckling, even the vainest of women are prone to the effects of being told they are pretty when the words are said just right.<br><br>He said them just right enough to sound both sincere and appreciative of who and what he was looking at.<br><br>She held her tongue for a time, finally answering when he offered to treat her to something,<br><br>“A cheeseburger, California style, light mayo and light on the mayo please, no onions and grill the bun,” she told the waitress, her exacting nature of ordering being part of who she was, a woman who knew what she wanted most of the time and wasn’t shy about demanding it.<br><br>When the waitress departed, she sat back and her pink hued lips smiled a bit more easily, even as her breasts strained the button of her blouse that lay between her generous mounds.<br><br>“Most people who claim to be making a confession usually do have bodies in their trunks, or perhaps I watch too much Criminal Minds,” she laughed lightly, relieved and feeling a good bit safer now, not because of what he said, but how he acted and spoke.&nbsp; Her voice was throaty and smoky, but not overly husky.&nbsp; It was not quite Lauren Bacall, but still it was rather sexy to those who fancied women with sultry voices,<br><br>“So Meg sent you to rectify a situation, hmm, the situation I usually find myself in when Meg and I are done interacting would best be described as excitable and excited, though if I were less of a lady, I might use the phrase ‘horny as hell,’ but for purposes of this conversation, let’s simply go with amorous.&nbsp; Therefore, if logic follows, you must be a present, or possibly even a toy for me, and a pretty one yourself if I may say so.&nbsp; Well then, when shall I begin unwrapping you to see if she knows me as well as she thinks she does.”<br><br>Ella was completely missing the meaning of his words, and still had no idea who this man was, then suddenly worried that it might be Meg’s brother or something and that she was getting way too much into her online persona, though truthfully it wasn’t far from her own at times.<br><br>Grinning sheepishly, she apologized,<br><br>“I’m really sorry, two glasses of wine and I start to say the darndest things,” she told him, suddenly seeming shy and vulnerable, where a moment ago she seemed almost predatory, “You can call me Ella, which is fitting since that is my name.&nbsp; E stands for my first initial, obviously, and is a bit of a word or letter play since I use it when writing erotica, you know, e-rotica.&nbsp; Meg and I are online friends, she’s a wonderful writer, truly.”<br><br>She lay her hands in her own lap rather demurely and shifted just slightly so that her ample chest was not as prominently and brazenly displayed,<br><br>“And to whom am I speaking, since we have established that you aren’t Meg, and allegedly you aren’t a computer hacking genius, serial rapist and killer who has been reading our sessions and stalking us both down, I presume that your name can be given.&nbsp; Please, my inquiring mind really wants to know.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>joannie</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 02:28:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Focus. Don't stare. Be respectful. Use the charm Galena teases you about. Ask her about herself, Be interested, and listen. The noise inside his head was almost deafening. He needed an anchor. Galena had him on the plank and he couldn't turn around. She was going to make him finish the hike. And he knew he would be winded. He felt E's eyes, and her smile, and he listened while she spoke to the waitress. And he couldn't help to notice&nbsp; the button fighting to contain her, how her brashness threatened to spill over though the dining room. He didn't feel intimidated, but he was sure in a verbal joust she would hold the upper hand. His eyes were on the waitress, and he spoke.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Be sure, you put that on my tab, I'm paying the bill today." His dimples showed as he chuckled to himself, Yea, I'm paying, Galena will have so many questions. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His laughter continued though quietly as she spoke of bodies, and Criminal Minds. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"No, no, no, no,"&nbsp; His head shook back and forth slowly,softly, and with just a hint of apology, "I think most likely the reason I'm here is to see if Meg feels I should be put on probation, or at the very least detained under house arrest. But I am overcome by my good fortune, though Meg might not see it as such. You can be assured, I will be on my best behavior, for obvious reasons, and I apologise for surprising you out of the blue. And I hope you take my offer of a carafe and whatever you please in the goodwill in which it is offered. And knowing Meg, she'll have all types of questions." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she spoke he was finding himself in the exact position she was describing. Tossed, congested, the subtle eroticism, the inflection in her manner of speaking, the sultry voice and timbre, toyed with his libido and its manifestations. Physically, he was lost in the ebb and flow of her music. He almost jumped when she said 'a present, a toy'. He turned hot, weak and as brilliant a red as someone of his complexion could manage without exploding.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He stuttered, "I...I ...ah ...I.. Ah ha, think you already have." He breathed deeply.... "She wouldn't," his brows rose..."give me away." And he almost smiled as he said it. "You think she would!" All this, Meg, E....., she certainly wasn't a man, but she certainly wasn't what he was used to, and had him on the precipiece, afraid to lookover. He caught himself, the ropes and binders worked.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "No, no, no worries. please, Meg asked me to come, I think she wanted to surprise me." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And continued, "Ella, it's sweet, and it fits, he chuckled, and Meg writes erotica with you.... She'll have to show me, sometime." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His eyes turned quizzical, he tilted his head and stared into her eyes, and asked, "Perchance is this a bit topsy turvy of me to think that you are my present, and you, Wait, you are my gift unwrapper.<br>It's kind of confusing to me."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He stopped and listened, one could almost see his ears prick, He shook his head and his hand went to his forehead. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "How rude of me? Please forgive me, I live with Meg, we are to be married in the fall, I gave her a ring, right after she hinted she wanted to claim me as her knight in shining armour. We talked about it for months, so one night she finally asked me if I wanted to, you know get married, and of course I said I did. So I bought her a ring. Oh I should shut up. I am Jason, maybe she's mentioned me."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He caught his breath and slowed down. His head moved like a blind man's; his eyes closed. He thought how can he pick up all the paper covering the floor at his feet, he couldn't help feeling like he was in the middle of... of what, but he was there, muddled in something, and he was smiling, thinking how clever she was, like his friends, always wanting to see how he would wiggle. Meg had unwrapped him, with the help of E-friend, E-express, E-nailed so to speak. The cursor and the dings had tempted him to open Galena's box. Nymph did not quite explain it. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He looked back to Ella. "Now the truth, I don't know how you'll feel about this, now the confession, Meg's computer was binging the other day when you instant messenger-ed her, she should have been home, but she should have turned her computer off. I opened the message and saw the script, and just for shits and giggles, I typed in she would meet you. To say she was mad at me would be close to the truth. Her response was 'You typed it you go and don't ruin this for me, I like E and I like writing with him'. I have never read your stories, but now I should say I would like to. You might never understand how nervous I was, caught with my hand in her cookie jar."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He just stared for a moment, "I apologize, and I think I need to find a way to make it up to you, especially after meeting you. You piqued my interest in a not so obvious way, and I think Meg should meet you someday. Sometimes she has such a, ahem, clever little mind."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong> <em> “So, is Meg bound and gagged in the trunk of your car, and if so, am I next?&nbsp; Now, if you truly know Meg, at least the way I do, you’ll know she likes being tied up, and even blindfolded, but never gagged.&nbsp; It’s a quirk of hers, but who can blame her.&nbsp; What is the use of bringing a woman to a world rocking climax if you can’t hear the cry of passion in her voice when it makes her toes curl and her nipples feel like they are on fire, right?”</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Those words were painted, they made him stone, he thought he might whistle on the way home. He looked to Ella, his eyes traversed her, and he winked. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 02:29:19</strong>
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				When Jason insisted on paying for her food and drink, Ella simply nodded knowingly; as if quite sure he should be paying for the privilege of sharing her company so unexpectedly.&nbsp; She was not a kept woman by any means, but that didn’t mean she disliked the feeling that her company was quite valuable to, and valued by, a man or woman. <br><br>She listened to him speak, at times sweetly flirtatious, at others stuttering a bit, both of which she took as a compliment to the effects she was having on him.&nbsp; It was a vain thought indeed, but she knew it was often a true one as well. Ella worked hard to look the way she did, both in keeping herself in shape and in buying and wearing well-fitted clothing and cosmetics that did not come from a cheap department or drug store.&nbsp; Confident on the outside, because she had every reason to be, on the inside her tummy was doing flips as he slowly, charmingly, almost boyishly revealed not only who he was in name, but more than a bit of who he was in personality and mannerisms.<br>&nbsp;<br>Given that he was Meg’s fiancé, Ella quickly decided that she had to be very careful here, not wanting to ruin anything for them or in her friendship with Meg.<br>&nbsp;<br>Still his words and those words and intents he attributed to Meg fought against Ella’s desire to be a ‘good girl’ and at the very least she decided that both Meg and she would be in agreement on one thing, that Jason was here to be punished, albeit in a delightfully teasing way.&nbsp; At least that is how the two of them might have handled this situation in one of their on-line chats, had it ever been discussed.&nbsp; Ella was sure of that, or at least wanted to be sure of it.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Yes, I think more wine is in order, but if you intend to get me drunk and take advantage, let me assure you that only the former is assured, while the latter is always a mystery, even to me,” she smiled coyly, then told him, “House arrest and probation, hmm, should Meg and I just tie a bell around your neck to keep tabs on you or will handcuffs and an electronic monitoring anklet be in order, I wonder?” she purred, then paused as the wine and appetizers arrived, though her burger would still be a few minutes. <br><br>She offered her glass up to him to fill it, as if he were expected to do so for the lady, then sipped the fruity red vintage and thanked him for the drink.<br>&nbsp;<br>“So, technically then you and I are on a date, since you asked me out and Meg sent you along, I presume I have carte blanche on what condition to send you home in, right, Tiger?” she asked, vamping it up so much that she couldn’t keep a straight face for too long and chuckled at herself, “Just listen to me, a few more drinks and you will be the one dropping me off at home in quite the condition myself.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Ella shifted in her seat, between the alcohol and her flirting back and forth with him, her nipples and cock were both getting uncomfortably hard, though she had worn rather sensible undergarments that hid the excitement in both areas,<br>&nbsp;<br>“The notorious Jase, or so Meg calls you, it is my pleasure to meet you at last.&nbsp; Now I think we can all agree that you have been quite naughty, and even now thoughts of a ménage a trois’ are running through your head, aren’t they?” she queried, sounding rather casual about such a forward question, then added, “In our writing of course.&nbsp; I imagine that Meg can be talked into that if you can cobble a few sentences together, and of course you must be aware that I can write in any gender you like.&nbsp; So when she and I decide to punish your indiscretion of invading our privacy by making you our virtual concubine, perhaps we will be kind enough to let you choose what I play.&nbsp; Are you the greedy type to desire two attractive and sexy women to service, or are you as sweet and sharing as Meg tells me so that you will treat her to the affections of two amorous and well-hung lovers…online every man is packing and every woman is stacked, of course…so what would you choose, if we were to play together that is?” she asked and downed the rest of her glass of liquid courage in a long, slow swallow that made her throat muscles move in the most delightful of ways.<br>&nbsp;<br>She had turned the conversation into the safe and anonymous world of online sex and sensuality, except for the fact that everything she said and did felt like it had a thrilling risk attached to it and any anonymity was impossible as her somewhat glassy hazel eyes constantly sought to capture his.<br><br>And she winked back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>joannie</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 22:34:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He almost laughed, " No, I would never deign to take advantage of you, it would make no matter your condition. It really isn't in my nature, but if were to...", he left the words dangle like a preposition, Freud almost slipped from his lips as an 'O', and he smiled. "Forget I said that, please, Meg wouldn't care for it," of course he meant Galena, he was keeping her name safe, he had already stumbled over one line. "She... I don't think she'd like it if I was to forward, but you certainly coax some utterances from between my lips..." Oh damn, this was not going good, he was losing his normal composure. 'Keep in the moment, Jase', he could hear Galena's voice inside him. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;'House arrest', he heard those words. 'Then handcuffs' He felt them in his groin. 'The bell' if it was there would give him away. It would be ringing. The rampant surge of blood there was putting him the moment; the surge of those words, from the two of them, was soliciting a response, one he was sure he would have to pay for.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Allow me." It was almost a question as he reached for the carafe, and pored delicately into the proferred glass until it stood three quarter full. In his own he poured just a little, and swirled it, then bringing it to his nose and gently sampled the aroma. "Why, Ella the bouquet is wonderful? You have a natural talent for selection of fine things." There was a hint of mischiefcisim on his face, the smile just hinted at the tension he found coursing through him. And the questions were popping like firecrackers through his brain. 'Was this, Meg, left her computer on on purpose.' 'Was she at work laughing, knowing.' 'Did she know Ella was 'E', a woman.' Every thing was popping as he thought of Galena, and tumbling her when he got home. He turned back to Ella, his gaze lingered a bit too long as his thoughts provoked a delightful arousal within him, while he mused over the though that might be a conspiratorial intrigue, to ferret him out. He caught his thoughts before they ran from the stable.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Ella, you must try the cheese, it is just a bit tart, as it is an Irish cheddar from Dublin, but it has a hint of sweetness, as the butter palate is present, I find it a wonderful blending." His smile grew, "And I am at a loss, as why I should have chosen it today, perhaps coincidence, but it does remind me of the elegance before me that allows a bit of the her sharpness just hint through, I find both elegant and provocative at the same time." And you could see the flush of pink tinting the apple of his cheeks as he lowered his eyes. Just in time to avoid the question to 'Tiger'. And all he couldn't think of from the tabloids, golf clubs, and smashed Escalades, and yes technicalities, and he said "oh shit" to himself.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Ella, a few more drinks and we will be sharing a cab?, and I prefer to think of it as an introduction, an introduction to many things, but if you must, we can call it a date, as long as we recognize the spirit of Meg is with us." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Notorious, naughty, perhaps naive, should be thought of as member of the trilogy, or menage as she put it. He was trying, he really was trying to fathom, the depths of what she spoke. Of course, he could cobble, he laid stone for his father, a path to the patio, and his mother taught him the joys of the lyrical, both in poetry and on the piano, so yes. 'We will see, if Galena invites him to the otherside' he thought, we would see how he could cobble. A smile grew on his face, has his eyes met Ella's'<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Should I call them naughty, my thoughts." His shoulders shrugged upward, "or shall we call them voyeuristic, the fly in the room, stuck to the tape, wings buzzing as I watch through multifaceted eyes of the tales woven by two wonderful and mystical women, as they caress the souls and minds of each others longing. Ella, Will that do for the beginning of my part in the ether of&nbsp; my imagination."<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was delighted with his eloquence, and hoped she would find it amusing, and not overly trite, but his vanity got the best of him and he spoke. Unlike the days he spent in the stacks filing volumes, and reading the new books, so he might recommend them to the library patrons. He took his pride from the compliments, 'You always know just what book I will like', and he enjoyed it so.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"If you were so clever as to wrangle an invite from Meg, perhaps I could play a part, but really, I am happy, for the two of you to continue as you were. I wouldn't want to be the odd man out. So the cat's out of the bag, but if I could be of any assistance to either of you ladies and your endeavours I would be happy to offer my services to either of you as you shall see fit. Your whim is my command&nbsp; and I will leave it at that."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He chuckled, his eyes captivated by the beguiling misstress before him. She had to know she left him hard. And like Pavlov's dog, he knew he remember that wink.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 01:32:18</strong>
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				Ella was delighting in picking up the cues and clues that Jason was dropping, not always interpreting them properly, but the wine in her blood was buzzing her brain nicely, and she was far more concerned with the moment and the stirrings she felt in herself, and emanating from him, than she was in such practical matters as being accurate and correct in her assumptions.<br>&nbsp;<br>Always the type to seek forgiveness and never permission, only thought of what Meg might be thinking of her behavior held her back even a bit, and sometimes those thoughts seemed to push her forward,<br>&nbsp;<br>“I can’t forget what you said, nor what you failed to say but wanted to, in fact that is what I will remember most of all,” she replied, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief and more, “As for Meg wanting you to be forward, odd, why did she send you then instead of just sending me a message declining my offer and blaming you for it.&nbsp; Her actions are quite forward if you ask me, and having written more than a few torrid sex scenes with Meg, I know that she very much likes it when the men I write for her are forward, and dominatingly so.&nbsp; She doesn’t prefer to be had or to be given anything, no, no, no, she is a woman who wants what she has to be taken and taken hard and fast and hard…oh, my, did I say ‘hard’ twice/” she grinned and he felt her foot brush lightly against his leg as Ella shifted in her seat, very likely an accident of positioning and nothing more.&nbsp; Or was it?&nbsp; Even Ella didn’t know.<br>&nbsp;<br>She took a piece of the cheese he offered and opened her thick lips, biting slowly through it with her whiter than white teeth, her movements slow and teasing as if she were Kim Basinger biting a strawberry in “Nine and A Half Weeks”, which was exactly what she intended her movements to emulate, and did so with practiced ease.&nbsp; Ella knew how to do more than simply look good, she knew how to move men and women well past their comfort zone when she so chose to do so, like now.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Mmmm, very tasty,” she replied and offered her glass for more wine, then sipped it to wash her palette clean, “Now are you trying to compare me to the cheese?&nbsp; And if so, is it because you think I am a sweet, buttery sort of tart, or is it that my provocative elegance makes you think of dairy products.&nbsp; If it is the former, then the answer is something you will have to find out for yourself, if you dare, and if it is the latter, then I presume that the allusion and reference to milky things suggest that you are enjoying the sight of my breasts.&nbsp; Had I known I was eating…oh, excuse me, meeting a man today, I would have worn something a bit lower cut.&nbsp; Huh, perhaps that proves just what kind of a tart I am after all,” she laughed, seemingly catching herself in a web, but like any voracious and provocatively elegant spider, the web was more truly a trap for her prey.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>She smiled coyly when he mentioned what a few more drinks might do to him and reached over to top off his glass, but said nothing, however as she moved her foot, more accurately the tip of her three inch heel, touched his calf and shin once more, and when she sat back it not only stayed there, it began to slowly move up and down against his slacks as if she was merely swinging her leg with nerves, but clearly it was intentional and was driven more by ‘nerve’ in the singular, than ‘nerves’ in the plural, which made an enormous difference.<br>&nbsp;<br>His mixture of boyish blushing and her obliquely deflected question were interesting more for what they said about him than for what he said.&nbsp; She allowed him to speak uninterrupted, albeit with her heel grinding lightly against his leg, then ground it harder when she finally spoke,<br>&nbsp;<br>“Now that was a quite flowery way of pussying out on my question.&nbsp; It really was a simple one, did you want Meg and I to fuck you or did you want to fuck Meg with me, and I can’t imagine any man who wouldn’t choose one of those, most would choose both, greedily and happily, but instead you want to be passive and just watch or play a small part.&nbsp; Yes, I think when I fuck Meg next, you will be the odd man out, but voyeurs only get to watch, nothing more, no changing the rules just because a woman or two give you a raging hard-on.&nbsp; No, once you choose your fate, there is no going back and changing your mind, not that time at least.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Her words were profane and seductive, her voice thick with desire and power, the latter almost injected into his veins as her heel now scratched up and down his helpless leg.&nbsp; She indeed knew he had been hard, as was she, and now she had stepped it up several levels while stepping down on him at the same time.<br>&nbsp;<br>Ella swallowed the remnants of her fourth glass of wine in a quick gulp, licked her lips and eased the pressure of her heel against his leg as her cheeseburger was served, making it more pleasing, like a caress. She asked for a take home box instead of eating her burger now, filled her own glass halfway and silently nibbled on more of the cheese and sipped her wine as they waited for the waitress to return with her wrapped up burger and the check for Jason, then told him plainly,<br>&nbsp;<br>“I’m in no condition to drive, so as a gentleman you must take me home,” she paused, drained her glass and with a slightly unsteady hand and a very deep blush covering her cheeks, throat and chest, finished, “The only question is whether it will be my home of yours.&nbsp; Can you make that call yourself, or does Meg wear all of the pants in your house?” she asked brazenly.<br>&nbsp;<br>It was odd, as Ella normally went for men who were far more testosterone fueled, perhaps preferring the gorilla type to support her own illusion of pure femininity, but her taste in such men had left her life empty and uninteresting. <br><br>It was the same with women, she usually bedded knockouts like herself, bimbettes she jokingly called a few, and they actually liked it.&nbsp; Again, she seemed to desire the fullness of a prototypical female when her cock was put to work, and she did love breasts, though it didn’t matter what size as long as they were nicely shaped.<br><br>It seemed she had the need to be the alpha male and female in all relationships, little wonder her love life lacked any appreciable love.<br>&nbsp;<br>Yet here she was, risking her friendship with Meg because Jase had her so turned on, and in the back of her mind, Meg was ever present too, but hiding in the recesses for now.&nbsp; He wasn’t her type at all, she thought for a moment, but maybe he should be. <br><br>She had no idea if he would go for it, take her home to Meg or simply drop her off on the curb and run for a safe haven, but the way he talked earlier, the way he acted, Ella headily felt that she had a power over him that made choices A or B far more likely than option C, though she might jsut be overly full of herself as usual.&nbsp; <br><br>Ella had even less of an idea what she might do with or to him, if anything, if he did come home with her.<br>&nbsp;<br>She stood up, slipped her purse over her shoulder and offered him her arm, needing it to walk a straight line at this point, and winking once more,<br>&nbsp;<br>“On the way to wherever, can you please show me a picture of Meg?&nbsp; It’s only fair and I would like to be able to spot if she is stalking us,” she smiled broadly at that thought, “Hmm, maybe she is, if I were in her heels, that is exactly what I would be doing right now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>joannie</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 13:11:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The saying went, so curiosity killed the cat, someone said it. The feline grace, was it just the wine, he felt etching itself along his leg like the scratching post, was twisting his mind around a loop the loop of the amusement park ride. It was hard to think and he could hear all the riders screaming their thrills out loud, as he watched with amazement from the shaky ground he stood on. He imagined Meg, beside him, as his grip tightened securely around her hand, and he bent the short distance and kissed her. 'Meg, do you want to try it, it looks exciting, listen to them, the glee of them tempting their senses.' Her response more often than naught was, 'You go Jason, I'll be right here waiting for you,it looks scary.' But he always demurred, he loved her; he would always wait for her to come around, and then the adventure was always a discovery, Columbus landing on a new land, and the excitement was shared by all. The feral motion on his leg, was causing him to give pause as it lengthened, and it challenged him. The desire, looked for a reflection in Ella's eyes and he saw it, felt it, and longed to be held, by her, Meg. She always could bring his heart to beat in unison with her own, and surely, he needed that now. Quiet, he could feel his heart beating, afraid every every pounding artery was betraying his wanton desires. And now the challenge was hiding his incredulous longing for release from her eyes. His voyeurism, had placed him in uncharted waters, and he knew Meg was waiting to hear of his adventure.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He swallowed, "Why yes, You did say hard twice." He blushed as she spoke, and he watched her, and heard her double entendre. "If I were to be honest, and let's just pretend I am at the moment. I would have to admit to you Ella, that your elegance and&nbsp; demeanor are quite sophisticated, and the coyness of our conversation is titillating enough to elicit from me an uncommon response as I attempt to maintain my gentlemanly manners, that I feel are required of me, as you put it, on a first date. I as well, must at the very least&nbsp; return to Meg, and tell her of my confessions to you Ella. I am sure her curiosity is killing her."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He watched her fill his glass, while maintaining that he must not be imbued by the wine, if he was to give her a ride home. Any more and he knew he would have to pay for a cab, and return tomorrow with Meg, for their car. He took a sip from the glass between her words and between the innocent strokes he felt on his leg. For all purposes, he felt at her mercy, and a slight tinge of unfaithfulness as he felt himself respond to the public fondling she was giving him; if he was home, it would have been twice and hard to quench his fire. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Cheese, comparisons," he almost blurted out as he felt her heel press into his foot. She must have thought him aloof as he struggled to keep up with her words. "Cheese is a delicately crafted delight, yielded from the knowledge of the maker, the care of separating the curd from the whey, an art in itself. My allegory was that you have such a skill." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He looked to the waitress, as he quieted, leaned painfully forward and retrieved his wallet from his pocket and offed his credit card to the waitress. "When you bring it back be so kind as to add a 20% gratuity charge, to the bill, as your service and attention was impeccable."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He listened as she spoke of Meg and her tousling him. His erection stiffened. If he could have put his thoughts to words right then, he would have admitted to the passivity of his voyeurism. He smiled. And then honestly admitting to his passivity.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "I would actually prefer to get a feel for the writing the two of you share, so if I may be so bold to ask your permission, may I ask if I might watch the screen one night quietly, sitting beside Meg as you cobble your stories together, of course Meg would have to be in agreement. I will... " He blushes as he speaks and sees the waitress standing there with a smile on her face, as she hands him the pen and receipt. He does a quick calculation and signs the receipt. He slowly stands and takes Ella's arm as she stands, his hand patting hers as he steadies her. He graciously escorts her to the door, before opening it for her, with a hand resting on her hip to balance her as she steps through the door. It was the first time had touched her all day.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He moved his hand to Ella's waist, as they walked out into the remaining sunlight; he looked up and down the street seeking for a cab. And he saw her, standing at the corner. A cute and infectious smile was on her face. She shook her finger at him,as if to scold him, and his face went white. The keys to their car dangled from her fingers. She mouthed some words; he knew what she said. He looked to Ella and saw her glancing the other way. When he turned back she was gone. The car would be gone.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"We will talk when you get home!"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 21:15:41</strong>
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				Ella was enthralled by his commitment to Meg, no one had ever felt so committed to her besides her parents, and certainly no lover had felt about Ella, or had not expressed it at least, the way Jason clearly felt about Meg.<br><br>It struck pangs of guilt deep inside of her, she wanted him, and she always knew she wanted Meg, yet to mess with something so perfect, it almost made her want to cry.&nbsp; As always what she wanted and needed was teasingly close, but seemingly unattainable.<br><br>She grew quiet, and smiled sweetly at him,<br><br>“You must always share everything with Meg, I would never speak to you again if it were otherwise, and yes, we both need her permission and you need ours and I need…” she paused in mid thought, unable to express her needs without telling Jason all of them, many of which included him right now.<br><br>She swallowed hard instead and offered weakly, the first sign of weakness she had shown him, “You will find that I am very needy, probably too much for you, far too much.” <br><br>It was true, and she knew it, that her needs were always exceeding what was in her grasp.<br><br>As they stepped outside, Ella had trouble adjusting her eyes to the bright light, no doubt the low-angled sun and wine working in concert to render her temporarily helpless and more needy than ever.<br><br>Yet before she could lean more heavily on his arm for guidance, his hand so deftly slipped around her waist that it took her breath away for a moment.&nbsp; Instead of slipping her own arm around his waist, she rather coquettishly sidled up closer to him, looking very much like a taken woman, one who belonged to him, a long time lover ensconced in his touch.<br><br>Or perhaps that was simply what she longed to be.<br><br>She was looking all about, wondering for the sake of keeping her mind busy and her eyes low and away from the sun, which car was his.&nbsp; Sometimes it said a lot about a man, sometimes not.&nbsp; The car as extension of his penis thing was over blown, she knew, but it still made her curious.<br><br>Ella never saw Meg, had no idea he was being left with her or what Meg might have told him, but she turned towards Jason as she realized he was about to hail a cab and caught him looking her way.&nbsp; She nodded at his words, but before he could put his arm up to signal to a passing taxi, she did what she always did, she acted on impulse.<br><br>Ella’s two hands slipped up alongside his cheeks, his skin so soft and warm and boyishly handsome, and she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, her thick lips covering his own and her tongue licking playfully at them too.&nbsp; It was a long, lingering kiss, one that meant something different, for now, then it might have looked to others.<br><br>As she broke the kiss at last, Jason saw Meg pull out of the parking lot across the way, Galena had to have seen the entire kiss, though she never hear Ella softly tell him,<br><br>“That was for being such a Gentleman, Jase, thank you for being so sweet to both Meg and I,” her tone was sweetly sexy, yet girlish and dreamy.<br><br>What he might get for being something other than gentlemanly, those thoughts raced through her mind even as she raised her hand and hailed a red and white checkered cab for them, giving the driver her address as she slid into the door and across the seat, crossing her legs and patting the spot next to her,<br><br>“I’d love to talk with you, maybe we can even get Meg online and you can watch us write from my place tonight.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>joannie</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 13:37:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He turned from her and the kiss, unwarranted as it was. There was no way she knew they were being watched. he had been careful to keep her name held tightly. It was part of her wish, and to be honored. Galena, he knew was a nymph, one quite capable of raising his affections, but now he was caught swaying on a stringer. Galena, proud, on an outing; he could hear, 'A kiss, what were you thinking, a single innocent kiss, a mere act of betrayal'. He knew what he was in for. And he didn't. He entered the cab, ensconced comfortably on his side of the rear seat. He turned to look at Ella, and then he felt it; the silent buzzing of his phone. He shifted in his seat as he reached to his belt pulling his phone from its' case.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Hello, Galena," a mixture of anxiety and relief on his face. "Yes, I'm on my way. I'm sure. No, no, no harm done. I understand. Yes. I do, I do understand, I'll be right there, say forty five minutes. Is that too long?" <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Ella, I have to get back to work, seems something has come up, and my assistance is required."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He leaned forward to the cabby, "When you get to the young lady's house, I will have to have you deliver me to another location."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then hands to his head he fell back in the seat, a bit of calm swept over him. As he opened his eyes and turned to Ella, a smile crossed his face as his vision lingered along the length of her leg and continued upward assessing, the now openly displayed visage of her endowments. She made him hot. All he could think about was getting home and fucking his soon to be. The creeping began, and he shifted hid thoughts.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Ella as attractive and beguiling as you are, I am afraid I'll have to take your leave. It is unfortunate, but something has come up at the work that I must attend to. So another time I hope, and if there is I am sure Meg will be in attendance as well. You must understand, Meg and I have been exclusive in a sense. And I don't think Meg would like it if my first time watching was at your place, at times she can be, well, forthwright with her expectations."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jittery as he was, he still could not help thinking of all his lascivious opportunities. He wanted... to watch Meg and Ella, it made his mind chuckle. And behind that chuckle laid a certain fear of the conversation about to unfold between him and Galena, and Ella and Meg.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 03:24:59</strong>
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				Ella had no idea what Jase was thinking when he turned away from her after the kiss, she felt a bit awkward, unwanted, slightly rejected for being overly forward, and yet she was blushing lightly as she thought of how his lips felt and tasted and wondered, oddly enough, what Meg’s lips would taste like if she kissed Jase just before kissing Ella.&nbsp; That thought, one no doubt due to her aroused state and the wine’s rather pleasant effects, sent a tingle down her spine and washed away the negative thoughts, though those were more practical and possible.&nbsp; Practicality was rarely one of Ella’s strong suits, especially in matters of a physical nature.<br>&nbsp;<br>She sat quietly as he spoke to this Galena person, an odd sense of jealousy creeping over her.&nbsp; Galena, the name was sexy and powerful to Ella, and the woman certainly sounded bossy and demanding, even if it sounded like she was his boss, by calling him away to work on a weekend, on a whim almost, it seemed to her.&nbsp; Ella realized that she was jealous in equal parts, for herself and losing his company, even though that might have only been for a few extra minutes and possibly a kiss at the door.&nbsp; She liked kissing him and hated that his bitchy boss was stealing away even that exciting, yet sweet possibility.&nbsp; &nbsp;Everything about Jase was sweet and exciting, cultured and gentlemanly, with just a hint of sexual hunger she knew she had naughtily fanned at times.&nbsp; Maybe a bit more than a hint, she thought quietly, though she couldn’t tell if that was just a projection of her own lustful nature onto him.<br>&nbsp;<br>Ella was also jealous on behalf of Meg, as if somehow Ella was Meg’s proxy in protecting her man from being predated upon by this pushy, seductive sounding boss.&nbsp; It was a protective feeling she really didn’t understand, though she knew Meg was her online friend and Jase was her fiancé, it really wasn’t Ella’s place to speak for her, yet it felt like it was.<br>&nbsp;<br>His handsome smile relieved a lot of her building tension, he seemed relaxed and in the cab there was no way to hide his admiring gaze from her.&nbsp; Looking down she could see that the buttons of her slightly too tight blouse were billowing open and from his angle Jase could not doubt see the perfect curve of her ample breasts in her smooth satin and lace trimmed bra, and his description of her as ‘attractive and beguiling’ that followed confirmed for her that he liked what he saw.<br>&nbsp;<br>She listened to his explanation about Meg and nodded, smiling softly back at him when he complimented her, then opened her purse and searched about a bit, finding two of the three items she desired rather easily, then finally finding the third balled up a bit at the bottom of her disorganized satchel.<br>&nbsp;<br>Reaching toward his face with a tissue, Ella gently wiped a smudge of lipstick, a very light one, from his upper lip,<br>&nbsp;<br>“We don’t want this Galena woman getting the wrong idea about, now do we?&nbsp; And by we, I mean Meg and I.&nbsp; It is one thing to be innocently kissed by a thankful young lady, and quite another for your boss to think she somehow has a chance with you just because you are walking around with kiss marks on your lip.&nbsp; You have very nice lips, by the way, Meg must tell you that all of the time,” she offered, then took the second item and strangely enough, kissed that and handed it to him.<br>&nbsp;<br>Turning over the front to the flat card-like object, Jase could see it was a picture of Ella on her business card, looking attractive, if a bit more prim and proper than usual,<br>&nbsp;<br>“The kiss on there is for Meg, you must show her that I am not quite the man she thought I was and you absolutely must confess that I kissed you as well, for the same reason she is getting a kiss from me, to thank you both.&nbsp; I will check, and if you don’t tell her, you know I will.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Left unsaid was that the card also had Ella’s full name and cell number on it, there was meaning there too, a confessional of sorts as well as a plea for them to call her some time.&nbsp; The kiss imprint on the back in her pink lipstick was rather sexy and pretty, or at least Ella thought so as she looked at it.<br>&nbsp;<br>Taking the last item she held it up for him to see, a thin, 18ct. gold chain, a necklace, with three cat pendants hanging from it.&nbsp; The pendants were gold as well, with copper and silver inlays and gemstones for eyes, with the two end kitty’s pawing at the one in the middle, at least when it laid properly.&nbsp; Shaking the chain the pendants tinkled together almost musically,<br>&nbsp;<br>“I told you I was going to bell you, don’t worry, it will ride low enough below your shirt that Galena will never notice, unless you take your shirt off for her,” she shot him a stern look at that thought, “But Meg will know to expect that are belled well before you get home from work, so if you take it off before then she will know.&nbsp; If she wishes to take it off, fine.&nbsp; In either case it is my present to her.”&nbsp; <br><br>Shifting closer to sit near enough to affix the ‘bell’ to Jason, Ella motioned for him to lift his ponytail out of the way and reached around his neck to close the delicate clasp, asking as she did, with her eyes much closer to him,<br>&nbsp;<br>“I respect what you and Meg have and as much the devilish side of me doesn’t want to, I will abide by what you said.&nbsp; But I wonder, about what you said, you mentioned that you and Meg were exclusive, ahem, ‘in a sense’, that seems to leave a bit of wiggle room in that exclusivity, I wonder where and how your affianced lady’s online lover falls into that little&nbsp; exclusivity hole.”<br>&nbsp;<br>The question was purposely open-ended, and yet had a very pointy end at both ends, so to speak, and she watched his eyes closely to gauge the level of honesty and comfort in his response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>joannie</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 12:56:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He was almost blushing, as he lifted his ponytail, and she clasped the necklace around his neck. he had never worn jewelry, at least not much. His eyes shifted down to see the dangling kitty's playing with the one in the middle. What was Meg, er Galena doing to him, he suddenly felt played and excite all in the single moment when he felt the clasp shut and the necklace hung hidden beneath his shirt. He was having trouble fathoming the depths of his arousal. She was going to leave him now, and he would return to beg Galena's forgiveness; this was starting to unbalance him. He slowly turned the card over and over, between quick glances from it to the Ella's face, and that coy and seductive smile. His eyes caught the ampleness of her being, his eyes moved from his lap to hers, her eyes then the card; her breasts aroused in him with noticeable tightness in the crotch of his pants; but, it was the entirety of the afternoon. If it hadn't been for the phone call, and his engagement, he would have fallen in to the clasp of this woman. He shook his thoughts from his head.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"It's beautiful," he laughed. "I hope Meg's in on this, she doesn't like me taking candy from strangers."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He leaned closer and took her hands in his gently and pressed his cheek to hers and kissed the air beside her, and repeated the emphasis on the other cheek. Much the way he had seen Meg do, in greeting to her friends. He felt awkward doing it, but he wanted to acknowledge the gift, around his neck as well as the gift of the afternoon. He would thank Meg later. And he would ask to watch; sit in the chair quiet, and watch, if she would open the door. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Galena, won't mind. But I am late. I have to see what's wrong." Jason smiled as he released her hands. "Thank you, and I will do as you say when I get home."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He tucked the card in his shirt pocket and offered her a heart felt smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 04:02:34</strong>
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				When Jason allowed her to affix the clasp behind his neck, Ella’s fingers then traced the outline of the thin gold chain from there along and around his neck and down to his chest where she very carefully tucked the kitties beneath his shirt, unabashedly enjoying the feeling of his skin and when his eyes caught hers, practically melting into them as well.<br>&nbsp;<br>He was a catch, and Ella felt a mixture of pride for her friend Meg to have such a handsome and good and sexy man to call her own, and a bit of jealousness that she could not have him for herself, though mostly she felt a sense of ownership of him for the moment, as if Meg had gifted her for a short time with her most precious gift, and that until he left the taxi, Jason was hers, but only until then.<br>&nbsp;<br>“You are beautiful, Jase, and pretty too, which makes most men feel weak and insulted, though they compliment women with those same words all of the time and we are neither weak nor worthy of derision, are we?” she asked, thinking of how powerful Meg felt to her at the moment and knowing that her online friend was no pushover despite the way she liked Ella’s characters to take charge of hers.&nbsp; It was a strength and power given, not taken, and despite her fucked up real life romances and relationships, online she seemed to know all of the answers and she and meg just clicked that way.<br>&nbsp;<br>“I am hardly a stranger, as you were the one who asked me on a date,” she paused at his smile and the gentle, yet firm squeezing of her hands that sent a sweet thrill down her spine, as did the soft air kisses, but then her eyes swept over his body and she saw the vivid outline of his arousal and knew it was her fault that she was leaving him this way.&nbsp; <br><br>Had it been darker and the taxi ride longer, Ella would have released his cock right there and gone down on him relentlessly until he found his relief and release deep in her talented mouth.&nbsp; She knew at this point that he couldn’t resist her if she persisted, few men could even when she hadn't made them hard already, and having sex in public when others, like the taxi driver, might be watching only turned her on more.&nbsp; <br><br>But while the thought of doing that to him was in no small part borne of her own lusty desires, the truth of it was that she was almost hateful and completely distrusting of this Galena woman who seemed so demanding of his time and presence, and the last thing Ella wanted to do was get Jase all wound up, as she had, then release him to the clutches of this temptress with his manhood swollen and in dire need of release and satisfaction.&nbsp; It was part of that ownership/gift thing and her bond with Meg, to protect Jase for Meg from that bitch Galena, Ella would have risked it all and torn through the envelope she had already pushed rather far today.<br>&nbsp;<br>The short time and light of day, however, required far more finesse, and a deliciously dirty thought came into her head, even as her hand drifted purposefully onto his crotch and her elegantly manicured fingers gripped the outline of his cock firmly,<br>&nbsp;<br>“I’m sorry I did this to you, Jase, though not for any reason you might expect.&nbsp; Still, it is quite the compliment,” she blushed, for it truly was a compliment to her, then continued, “Since you never chose what gender I should be when you join Meg and I in our little game, I have decided, for the first time at least, to take her as a man, and I want you not to write, but to take her physically as I take her in fantasy.&nbsp; I can control her, you know, in character, make her do things you have no idea she likes doing.&nbsp; I know you would like that and while Meg may have been yanking both of our chains by sending you my way today, in our games I am her master and she obeys for her own pleasure and mine.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“But,” she added, for there is always a but in life, real or imagined, “If Meg does not tell me when we chat later that you came home all hot and bothered from meeting me, then I will know that you pulled this monster out,” her fingers gripped him more tightly, almost a bit painfully as her long nails dug in through his pants and underwear, “Out for your precious Galena, and all bets and offers are off.&nbsp; Do we have an understanding, Jase?”<br>&nbsp;<br>Her voice now was sultry and dark and commanding and when she said the word ‘off’ she released his package, though she stroked it lightly with her fingers for a moment to straighten out any wrinkles her machinations might have caused.&nbsp; Ella was now in domination mode, her sexuality was now her weapon and he could choose to honor her wishes or suffer for failing to do so.&nbsp; Her eyes caught his as the cab pulled up in front of her house, and her look made it clear that she was not getting out until he gave her a straight and complete answer, one way or the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>joannie</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 12:07:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The touch of her fingers on his chest caused a wanton lust to fill his eyes as he stared deeply into her eyes. He was visibly shaken; his tiny nipples stiffened under his shirt and a warm glow stimulated his chest; it always embarrassed him with Meg, when he showed his excitement this way, and his penis hardened immediately under this soft touch of Ella's fingers to his chest. The rosy glow moved from his chest to his cheeks, and he could feel the tingling between his legs, as his turgidity pressed him against the lose fitting fabric&nbsp; of his pants. He was hovering on the edge of his lust. It threatened to push him over the edge. His hands stopped gently on her shoulders; threatening him with thoughts of wrapping her in his arms and just pushing her to her back in the back of the cab and fucking her violently with the cabby watching. Knowing that Ella would surely brag to Meg of this latest conquest. He was looking through the windows of his soul for a gracious way to escape from the fervent lust he felt at the moment. It threatend the basic instinct of his love for Galena and he could never violate his promises to his lover, and yet here he was. Caught! between the soft yearnings to be enfolded in the arms of this provocateur and to return to the comfortable. The innate animal heat was threatening to make him submit to his lust for this woman. Her capability to call forth, her obvious comfort in her own skin, the transparency of her sexuality undulated just beneath the iridescence of her soft skin; he could feel it in the casual display of her precociousness. And he wanted her. And some how he knew Galena knew this. She had placed him here. He somehow felt her presence, she was at home waiting, and she was more than likely smiling to herself, imagining him kneeling before her in the confessional. Asking. "Jase, what has you all a tither?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He was ensconced between the women, dangling on a chain of his own making, he could hear Ella talking, the batting of her paws verbally toying with the string. Then he felt them, wrapped and sinking into the flesh of his cock, slowly piercing his thoughts and his kin and he looked down and watched. his lips formed a small 'o' and he nearly swooned as he he spoke.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Ella... ppplease don't...pplease..." He almost cooed like a morning dove, as he felt himself harden against his will under the careful ministration of those talented talons. His eyelashes fluttered as he tried to form a reasonable and gentle excuse for his inability to act on his instinctual needs of the moment.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Meg sent me here to confirm you were not some male she was attending to online, fulfilling his lustful fantasies. And look at me now." His eyes threatened to tear as he blurted out his confession. "I want to make love to you, but I can't. And I can't help to fear that my honesty will be my undoing."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes as he spoke. Then he thought, sinking deeper, his hardness still apparent in her hand. His eyes fluttered again as he pushed his hands through his hair. and looked to the ceiling of the cab, then back down catching the amused eyes of the cabby staring at him in the mirror. He was sure he was thinking. In all his macho bravado, of him, "Pussy, just shut up and go fuck her."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "I am her Master and she obeys for her own pleasure and mine."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He was in a cavern, and those words echoed across the front of his mind, from the cortex to the fronatal lobe he could hear the pounding of those words in his veins, in his heart and he knew Ella could feel them in his cock. And he knew he would. Like the kitty, that hung from his neck, more like a string of yarn. Waiting to be woven. A scarf, a sweater, a comforter.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Ella, I have to go!"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Simply and to the point, "I will do as you ask, I will."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He leaned over quickly and overcome and took her cheeks in her hands, and kissed her. His tongue touched her lips cautiously and the static in the cap shocked his wet lips as he pressed his against hers. He released her cheeks from his hands. He looked down, he felt warm a fuzzy like a lamb. And then from his lips.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Ella, I will tell Meg everything as soon as I get home. And thank you from both of us for the gift. The necklace I mean." <br><br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Math Quiz: Can Three Go Into Two Evenly? (Joannie and Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 00:16:31</strong>
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				Ella grinned at first as the effect of her presence and then her hand took the full measure of Jason.&nbsp; She liked to win, enjoyed and thrilled at the feeling of a conquest whether it was playing a board game or in bedding a formerly reluctant target, there was some Valkyrie to her soul, a sexually charged warrior goddess who saw what she desired and took it by storm when she chose to do so.<br>&nbsp;<br>“But I always please…” she toyed back with him, then saw the strain that accompanied the acceptance of her as his object of desire.<br>&nbsp;<br>She listened now, allowed him to have his space and time to talk and collect himself, saying nothing more, though his words of desire for her made her blush fiercely and her full lips opened slightly in a very light gasp.&nbsp; Still, she did not press her advantage or even answer until he kissed her, so sweetly and so beautifully.<br>&nbsp;<br>After the kiss broke, she listened again even as small firework-like sensations were ravaging her body from her lips to her nipples and to her almost painfully hard cock, then her fingers lifted his chin up so that he no longer looked down and she spoke to him like a lover, one he had already had, and in a way he did have her as no man did before, he had Ella in a grasp that went beyond the power her body lauded over his and reached in to touch something far deeper inside of her, where he was the stronger by far,<br>&nbsp;<br>“I know you will and I know you do.&nbsp; I hope Meg is happy with the gift I gave her and you, and I hope she is even happier that I am returning her greatest gift unopened, or at least, unused.&nbsp; I have been turned down before, rarely, but it happens.&nbsp; You, Jase,” she paused and her voice broke and cracked, <br><br>“You want me as much as any man ever has and yet you stayed true to Meg.&nbsp; No one has ever done something so precious for me…and this was precious to me, at least and precious for Meg.&nbsp; I won’t press you any further, we both know I could break your resistance if I pressed you further, but that would only make me a selfish little bitch, worse than I already am, and it would do nothing to diminish you.&nbsp; I am desirable, I like to be desired and I love to win at all costs, but not this one, not at the cost of you and Meg.” <br><br>Her lips found his again and her tongue did not take no for an answer this time, instead it invaded his mouth and torridly and yet gently showed him what he was passing up, not to taunt or tease him, though it no doubt made him feel that way physically, but to show him how much Meg meant to him to put Meg’s love in front of what Ella’s body could offer.<br>&nbsp;<br>When she finally allowed herself to break the kiss, she was breathless for a moment and her hand was on his thigh, though thankfully not his crotch.<br>&nbsp;<br>She smiled almost angelically, “I release you to Meg’s tender mercies, Jase, for now, but with these two thoughts.&nbsp; Honesty will never be your undoing, never fear the honest truth, because it has already gained you more from me than any other man ever has.&nbsp; And as for Meg, what if I had been a male admirer for hers, one who lusted after her and who was able to bring out passions in her that benefitted both of us.&nbsp; What then? Would you allow her to have me or would you fight me for her, if she felt the same way about a man that you do about me?&nbsp; Think about that, it may mean more than you know.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Ella didn’t want to give him a chance to change his mind or pursue her, so she quickly opened the door and looked wantonly at the cocky cabby whom she had heard breathing hard as she kissed Jase, pouted her lips and strutted her considerable chest for him,<br>&nbsp;<br>“Like what you see?” she asked in her vampiest voice, “Tough shit asshole, you aren’t half the man he is and what he can have whenever he likes you can only dream about when you are fist fucking yourself later tonight,” she told him, sounding every bit like the predator she could often be.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>She touched her fingers to her lips after the door closed and blew Jase a sweet and sexy kiss, then turned to head inside, showing off her ass and legs quite purposely and inwardly craving many things and not sure which she would seek first, though a hot, steamy shower where she got herself off at least once was clearly on the menu.&nbsp; At some point she would sit down and write her own confessional, of sorts, to Meg and then see what and where Meg was willing to go with their next story and game.<br>&nbsp;<br>With Jase heading off to work, Ella felt like she had a few hours until she would need to address this incredibly dizzying situation with Meg herself.
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