Using you as a witness

[amul]

Let the records show, as I set up the lighting in this bedroom, and explain makeup techniques to these two bisexual women, that I have absolutely no plans to try to turn this into a threesome.

Really. I don't. I hadn't even thought of it.

Stop looking at me like that.

Comments

[gailmom.livejournal.com]

Probably a good thing...since one of those women is a lesbian.

Big one. All the way. ;)

[amul.livejournal.com]

I know, it was just less interesting to type.

Besides, I am not ready to share you yet.

[elissa-carey.livejournal.com]

Oh, but you can. Oh, but you will. /Penguin

Nope! Not going to stop looking at you like that. Besides, I'm told smirks look great on me.

[amul.livejournal.com]

You're talking a lot of sass for a woman who fled Texas when I started flirting with her.

[gailmom.livejournal.com]

~giggles at the pair of you~

[elissa-carey.livejournal.com]

Hehehe. I like silliness for it's own sake.

[elissa-carey.livejournal.com]

The flirting started when I got TO Texas, and petered off about a year or more before I left. Texas is too dry for me; I found greener pastures in Georgia. And oh, they are green.

[amul.livejournal.com]

~sniff, sniff~ And your rejection of my ungentlemanly desires still haunts me to this day! I just wanted to get you drunk and take advantage of you! What's so wrong with that? Was my lust not good enough for you?

[elissa-carey.livejournal.com]

I was a woman of large and scattered appetites. Now they're large and rather focused appetites. It's not you, it's me. ;) (To be more precise, it's really my fiance, but that still falls under the general category of "me." :D)

[amul.livejournal.com]

Wait. You're in Georgia now? What part?

[elissa-carey.livejournal.com]

Marietta, about 15-20 minutes northwest of Atlanta. If I were still in Texas, I would've come to visit while you were visiting -- I'd been living in BCS, and that's how I met Gail.

[amul.livejournal.com]

I'm in Atlanta at least twice a year! I have a set of keys to a house in Chamblee that I keep on my ring in case I ever wake up and wonder how the hell I got to Atlanta (which happens more often than you think).