Got a couple of interesting things going on. Started my own review blog because I clearly need more things to distract me from writing. Only got a few up but I've got several more planned. Kinda fun although my reviews are long. Can't take the words from the writer, hoo boy.
Oh! And I finished something, cleaned it up (thanks Jen *smooch*) and subbed it off. Yep, that's me right now. The lazy pathway to getting more done. Wooooo....
Okay, yeah I'm kinda boring right now. To make it up to you, here's a drabble! I've been playing with those a lot and doing mini Twitter drabbles. If you're following me, feel free to poke me for some free mini fic! It keeps me thinking! Enjoy :)
He's reaching across the hood, trying to wash it. Baby doll tee, spandex mini skirt in kill-me-now-pink, both nearly see-through. Under it, lacy Hello Kitty thong.The gag's wet from water, spit and tears. Me, in a floppy beach chair, boots braced on the cement. Close enough for the whip to strike him when he isn't moving fast enough to my liking.
He doesn't move nearly fast enough.
Crack him on the thigh and get a choked off scream, the sponge hits the grass. When he whips around to face me, still shaking from the hit, his eyes are pleading with me. The combo of outdoor beating and girly-girl clothes on a big body made for hard labor...killing him.
Won't do it again. Swear, won't do it again.
Give him half a smile. "That's what you always say." Point at the dirt stain on the windshield. "Missed a spot."
Either he'll learn or he won't. But the truck'll be clean and I got a chore list long as my arm.
Snap the whip just to see him jump. Gonna be a long Saturday.