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Father of the Year; Kirk is going to get even with Lars. Het.
Topic Started: July 3, 2007, 9:40 pm (14,613 Views)
Shayi
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Good god! I didn't realise Cliff had that kind of capacity for violence! Then again, I suppose every man has his breaking point and we just found Cliff's. I don't blame him in the slightest for losing it then after everything that's happened (although naturally I blame him for sleeping with skank ho herself!). And even James now calling her a crusty whore - and I didn't think that boy actually had any standards!

I feel almost sorry for the Garden Guests :) And poor Aunt Josephine. That villa is like a madhouse. In fact, a madhouse might be quieter, at least they can use tranquilizers! Mrs Burton wanting to wash his mouth out made me laugh and Cliff saying that he could piss on the house if he wanted! I think Aunt Josephine might have something to say about that.... although with all the other things that have been going on I'd say it's probably just par for the course!

This was an excellently written episode, drama and suspense building right until the end. You handled it so well, it was an excellent climax there. Every episode of this seems to solve one set of problems and questions and at the same time throw up another load. Which is great. It keeps things constantly interesting and makes me just want to read more and more of it :)
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Go Cliff! :nanner: Tell that bitch to go to hell, and even James is calling her a whore. I would've hated walking in on them having sex, that is disgusting :angry Hah, Aunt Josephine's friends heard everything, and Mrs. Burton wanted to wash his mouth with soap :lol:
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YEAH!!!!! THE FREE CUNT FINALLY SIGNED THE PAPERS!!!!!!

Cliff was really mad! O_O I kinda got scared there,I thought he'll kill Claudia...though she deserves it >:)

way to go Verity!! Now Cliff is Cecily;s rightful guardian! :horns: :heart: :horns2


caaaaaan't wait for tomorrow's update!! :nanner:
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Wow... Cliff was brutal :eyerub......... good. Poor him, Emily is so stubborn! I hope she and Cliff will be back together, he can't lose her, she's too good to lose her. She has a class, the way she acted when she found out Cliff cheated on her.
And Claudia! "shitty gnarly bitch-cunt from hell" perfectly said! Seeing Cliff drowning her was a pleasure! :angry if it was a movie I'd play that scene over and over :lol:
James - pig, pig pig pig pig PIG! (though I can't help laughing on his almost every line)
Cecily is priceless! And she's staying with Cliff :nanner: :biggrin
I can't wait to see how things will go!

on a side: I read all today <lameass mode off> and.... just.... WOW :bow :horns2 :heart: THIS STORY IS JUST SIMPLY BRILLIANT! :heart:
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I was absolutely starving when I wrote this. Like really, really, hungry. There’s nothing in the house to eat at all. Not even canned vegetables. Someone needs to get their ass to the store, and that some is me. I had turkey sandwich around 5 o’clock today, and it was 1 AM as I wrote this update. So that will tell you how hungry I was. Hopefully it’s good.



Chapter 118- Very Weird Chapter


Cliff Burton sighed as he mopped up a puddle of sparkling orange wine (if there ever is such a thing, sounds kinda gross). Because of his little Claudia spectacle upstairs during one of Aunt Josephine’s Garden Society parties, and the fact that he had rather disrespected his mother earlier, he had been banished to cleaning up after Aunt Josephine’s piggy, gossipy, friends. They were all still there, congregated out on the lanai snickering like hyenas at the very sight of Josephine’s nephew mopping up the patio.

“Clifford dear,” his mother said as she strolled by him looking crisp and cool in a mint green dress. “When you’re done mopping up the patio, you can take that bag of trash out to the dumpsters.”

She gestured over to a garbage bag that was sitting propped up alongside the pool cabana. When Brunhilda had been preparing shrimp cocktail earlier, she had put all of the shells in that bag. It almost made Cliff vomit just looking at the soggy bag sitting there.

“Yes mother,” Cliff quipped, knowing better than to argue with her. He already knew that she was disgusted with him because of Emily. He didn’t need to push her further. Dejectedly, he sloshed over to the stinky shrimpy garbage bag. It wasn’t any fair! He was officially a father today! He should be honored, not schlucking out the trash.

James on the other hand, was like Scarlett O’Hara at the barbeque. He sat in a chair right in the middle of the party, with several ladies around him. He didn’t care if they were all over fifty. They still felt and smelled like women, and that was all that he needed.

“Oh James!” one of them gushed. “You have such lovely hair. My daughter would kill for such long, flaxen, curls.”

“Oh God,” Cliff muttered as he walked by, dragging the stinky garbage bag behind him.

“Don’t drag that bag Clifford!” his mother ordered. “Pick it up! You’ll only tear it against the cement, and then it will spill all over the place.”

“And you can be the one who cleans it up,” Aunt Josephine added.

“I feel like I’m trapped in a bad episode of The Golden Girls,” Cliff sighed as he made his way to the smelly winery trash dumpsters. A rat jumped out of him.

“Eeek!” Cliff yelped, dumping the bag of garbage onto the ground. It did just as his mother had predicted it would. The bag ripped and nasty, nasty, fetid, malodorous, shrimp puss and guts oozed out right at Cliff’s feet, soiling the cuffs of his bellbottoms. It wasn’t the shrimp nastiness that really got to Cliff. It was the rats that jumped out from behind the garbage cans to lap up the shrimp ooze. Cliff hated rats.

“Help me!” he whimpered as he pulled himself to safety up on top of a garbage can.

At that moment, Cecily had arrived home from school. She had asked Aunt Josephine where to find Cliff because she had something that she wanted to show to him. She told her that he was taking out the trash. Cecily located him up on top of the trash cans out in the back shaking, as a pool of rats congregated beneath him.

“What’s wrong Daddy?” Cecily asked.

“Don’t go near the rats Cecily!” Cliff yelled to her. “Run baby! Run for your life!”

“Oh Daddy look!” Cecily cried as she marched right over to the rats. She pointed to one in particular. “This one is so cute,” she said. “May I keep him?”

“Absolutely not!” Cliff yelped. “Now don’t go near him! He’s probably carrying rabies.”

“But we could name him after Glen Danzig,” Cecily argued.

“I ain’t naming no rat after the voice of the Misfits!” Cliff yelled.

“Please may I have him?” Cecily begged.

“No!” Cliff shot. He closed his eyes and leapt off of the garbage can. He didn’t want to go near the rats, but he had to get Cecily out of there.

“Why can’t I keep him?” Cecily whined.

“Because,” said Cliff as he took her by the arm and pulled her away from the nastiness. “I’m your father and I say that you can’t.” He turned and smiled at her. “And it’s for real now. Cecily, your Mom actually made herself useful for a split second and signed those papers. You’re my daughter now. By law, you’re my actual, real, daughter, with my last name and everything.”

Cecily’s mouth dropped open, but her eyes danced. “Oh my!” she gasped. She jumped into Cliff’s arms at once. “I have Dad!” she cried. “For the first time ever I have a real Dad!”

“You sure as fuck do,” said Cliff as he picked Cecily up and swung her through the air.

“I’ve always wanted a daddy!” said Cecily happily.

Cliff couldn’t say that he always wanted a daughter. Actually, he never wanted one until he had met Cecily. “I love you Cess,” he said as he hugged her close. “You’ve actually taught me a lot of random shit about life. You’ll always be my little girl. Remember that.”

“You’re going to love me even more when I show you what I brought back with me from Miss Emily’s hotel room,” Cecily said proudly.

“You got her panties?” Cliff asked. “Give them here. I want to smell them.”

Cecily wrinkled up her face. “Daddy!” she snapped. “That’s gross.”

“No it isn’t,” Cliff sighed dreamily.

Cecily shook her head and reached into her backpack. She pulled out Emily’s passport, and handed it over to Cliff with a flourish.

“Cecily Virginia Burton!” Cliff gasped, rather liking saying the new name. “How in the hog’s fuck did you get this?”

“I swiped it out of her purse while she was bitching about all of the flowers that you’ve been sending her,” replied Cecily.

Cliff looked at his new daughter in amusement. “Damn you’re smooth,” he said as he stuffed the passport into his back pocket. “Obviosuly she wasn’t digging the flowers?”

Cecily shook her head. “They were beautiful though. I hope that someday, Mr. Kirk will send me flowers.”

“He better not, or else I’ll kick his ass,” Cliff retorted. He cringed at the thought of Kirk banging a teenage Cecily. He turned to her. “Nice work,” he said. “There’s no way that Emily can leave the country without it, and in order for her to get it back she’s going to have to deal with me.” He gave Cecily another hug. “You’re such a good daughter.”

NOW FOR THE NON HUNGRY PART. HOPEFULLY IT DOESN’T SUCK.

Cliff put his arm around Cecily as the two made their way back towards where the garden party was going down. Cliff felt much safer with Cecily by his side. No one was going to make any comments about him banging Claudia as long as Cecily was right there. He noticed the obnoxious and gossipy Mrs. Wentworth eyeing Cecily.

“This is my new girlfriend,” Cliff said proudly. “Ain’t she hot?”

Mrs. Wentworth almost choked on the cheese blintz that she was stuffing down her throat.

“Good riddance!” she gasped. “She’s a mere child!” She turned to Cliff’s mother. “You’re letting him get away with this?”

“Calm down,” said Mrs. Burton. “My stars! She’s not his girlfriend, she’s his daughter.”

“And now officially,” said Cliff as he handed over Claudia’s signed papers for his mother to see.

Mrs. Burton broke out into a huge smile. “The slut actually signed them!” she exclaimed. “Oh Clifford this is wonderful news! Now if only you hadn’t screwed things up with Emily everything would be perfect.”

“Emily will come back,” Cliff said confidently. “She ain’t going anywhere.

Mrs. Burton eyed her son suspiciously. “Don’t say ain’t,” she scolded. “That girl sure as hell shouldn’t come back. I’m appauled at how you treated her. Now go see if Brunhilda needs any help in the kitchen while I spend time with my new, real, and dear little granddaughter.”

“I’ll suck Brunhilda’s ass,” Cliff muttered as he trudged towards the kitchen. James got up from his chair of old ladies and followed Cliff as if he were a fly following a good piece of shit.

“So did the little fucker convince Emily to take you back?” he asked as they went inside the house, and entered the kitchen.

“No,” Cliff replied, his eyes twinkling. “She did better. She’s a master.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the passport to show to James.

“I’ll be Jack rabbit damned,” whistled James as he took the passport and opened it. “That kid is brilliant.”

“She’s my daughter!” Cliff boasted as he grabbed another platter of party food.

“Not by relation,” James reminded him as he leafed through Emily’s passport. “Emily has a really hot bod and all, but she definitely weighs more than this thing says. Her birthday is in July Cliff. Don’t forget it.”

“We’ll be lucky if we even make it till July,” Cliff snapped. “Give me that!” he snatched the passport back from him. “We didn’t even make it for two days.”

“Only because you couldn’t keep your dick out of Claudia’s ass,” said James. He picked a cherry tomato off of one of the food trays.

“I didn’t fuck her in the ass James,” Cliff said. “Which reminds me, did that bitch leave yet?”

“She’s still here,” James reported. “She almost has her shit all packed up though. She’s probably giving Lars one last fuck. And she still has to say goodbye to Cecily.”

“She’s not getting near that girl,” said Cliff. “Not even for two minutes! I’m Cecily’s father now and I don’t, want Claudia getting her slut germs all over my little girl.”

“She spent nine months in her womb,” shot James. “I don’t think that two minutes is going to make any difference. The kid already has plenty of slut germs. She’s going to be a raging whore!”

For an answer, Cliff took one of the party trays and dumped it upside down over James’s head.

James yelped as vegetables and ranch dip soiled his golden sun kissed curls.

“You dick!” he screeched. “Now Mrs. Wentworth won’t get her vegetable tray!”

“Mrs. Wentworth can go suck it,” snarled Cliff as he began to belt James with chunks of pineapple.

What Cliff and James didn’t know was that Claudia had been listening to their entire conversation from kitchen doorway. She had signed his papers, and she was getting out of the house, but she was not going to leave without seeing her daughter first. No matter what Cliff said…
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Die you bitch, and get the hell away from Cecily! :angry But the rest of the chapter was funny, though. I liked the part where James was hanging out with the old ladies, when the bag of shrimp broke and Cliff was scared of the rats :lol: Yeah, it does sound like an episode of the Golden Girls :horns2
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“Don’t go near the rats Cecily!” Cliff yelled to her. “Run baby! Run for your life!”

“Oh Daddy look!” Cecily cried as she marched right over to the rats. She pointed to one in particular. “This one is so cute,” she said. “May I keep him?”
:lol: i can just imagine him... sooooo funny!!!

He noticed the obnoxious and gossipy Mrs. Wentworth eyeing Cecily.

“This is my new girlfriend,” Cliff said proudly. “Ain’t she hot?”

this one was even better :tardlol

sometimes... i get happy when you're hungry :P
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:lol: :lol: that was a funny chapter. Rat called Glen Danzig... It's even better than Mr. 'The Maverick' Burton.
"James got up from his chair of old ladies and followed Cliff as if he were a fly following a good piece of shit." - :lol: :lol: and slut germs of Claudia :lol: Verity thas was great (as always :biggrin )
And I'm kind scared of Claudia's last (?) meeting with Cecily... that bitch can really mess up :ugh:
Can't wait for more! :heart:
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Man Cliff is not having a good time of it at the moment is he? I know he got custody of Cecily which totally rocks, but the rats and garbage? Hehehe bless his cotton wotsits. What's a guy gotta do?

I like the way that you describe Mrs Burton as being 'crisp and cool in a green mint dress'. For some reason the description really seemed to set the tone of the character's mood. She came off (to me at least) as being somewhat standoffish, still angry with her son, slightly haughty and definatley not a woman to be messed with! So yes - that struck me as excellent.

I really enjoyed the interaction between Cecily and Cliff as always, the dialogue there was brilliantly done. And I'm not surprised that Cliff's pleased with Cecily swiping the passport - she's a daughter after his own sneaky heart :)

Superb episode as always - although I'm rathe apprehensive about what Claudia is going to do next. If only her slut germs would prove fatal!
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I could even imagine...last day:
"Cecily lets have one last talk.."
"Ok,Claudia" said Cecily
"Hey Claudia...wanna hot tub?" asked Lars

"Umm...on a second thought,we'll talk on the phone sweetie" answered Claudia

:tardlol I'd bet 10 grand she'd say that!!!!! :lol:

Slutty whore... <_<

Will she go,Verity? :nanner:
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Whaaah. Claudia is such a....I can't even describe her. She's terrible. Cliff had the right to use that much force on her but showed excellent self control in the fact that he did not take her head off. Cess is very slick in yoinking Emily's passport. I hope Claudia leaves and Emily stays. Poor Cliff is really trying. Emily needs to figure out that Cliff only tried to bang Claudia so she'd sign the papers and make him permanent guardian of Cecily. Blah. Poor Cliff did bring it on himself but he had good reason...people do crazy things when they love one another.
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Here ye go. This chapter isn't as funny. It's rather dark I guess, or at least as dark as I get .
There's some cheesey bullshit in it as well. Hallmark greeting card moment, let's get out our lighters and wave them in the air.

Anyway, the good thing about this update is it sets things up so that I can get Kirk back into the action again. He was beginning to feel neglected. Hopefully next one will be better.




Chapter 119- Claudia Says Goodbye, Sort of


Emily sighed as she paid the cab driver a hearty sum for driving her an hour from the Napa Inn to the San Francisco airport. She had certainly blown enough money chasing Cliff around the globe. It had been one of the stupidest things that she had ever done. Left her heart in San Francisco her ass! It was more like she had her heart broken in San Francisco. At least she would be home in a matter of hours.

As she waited in line to check at the ticket counter, she reached down into her pocket and pulled out a small, pink, heart shaped barette. Cecily had given it to her as a goodbye present earlier that same day when they had lunch together. Cecily usually always wore two matching barettes in her hair to keep it from spilling down into her face.

“Take one of my barettes,” she had said as she reached up and pulled out the two neatly placed barettes that Emily had put in her hair that morning. “You keep one, and I keep one, and we can look at our barettes and always remember each other.”

At the time, Emily had scolded Cecily for undoing her neatly fixed hair, but now the gesture seemed very sweet. Emily held the barette in her hand, and tried not to cry. She was going to miss Cecily. It wasn’t any fair. Cecily was such a sweet, loving, little girl. Cliff didn’t deserve such a sweetie.

“Next!” a cranky old man at the ticket counter croaked.

Emily dragged her suitcase up to the counter anxious, because every step that she took got her further away from San Francisco. Emily placed her ticket on the counter and began to automatically dig through her purse for her passport. Since she had gotten to the States she had always just kept it in there. She panicked as she dug further and further down the deep abyss of a lady’s purse. Where the fuck was it? She didn’t recall ever even taking it out of there.

“Hurry up lady!” the flight dude snarled at her.

“Just a minute!” snapped Emily. She began to take everything out of her purse.

“I don’t have a minute,” retorted the flight dude. “You should have had your passport ready. This is an airline, not a charity ward.”

“I could have sworn it was in here,” Emily stammered. She turned beet red. It wasn’t like her to lose shit, especially something as important as her passport. Emily had totally emptied out her purse, and had dug through all of the pockets. It wasn’t there.

“I had it in here earlier,” she pleaded. She began to search her suitcase.

“Earlier don’t count,” said the flight dude. “If you don’t have it, we can’t let you on the plane. Come back when you have your shit together.”

“Excuse me, but you're being a dick!” Emily snapped, but she was ignored.

The flight dude motioned for the next person in line to come up to the desk. Emily moved off to the side where she ripped through her suitcase. She found nothing. Dejected, she threw herself down in a chair, put her head in her hands, and cried. All she wanted to do was go home. She wanted to see her family again, and cry to them about how foolish she had been running around with a metal band for the past few weeks and getting burned. Now she couldn’t even get home.

“It’ll take weeks to get a new passport,” she moaned. “I can’t afford to stay in a hotel everynight until then.” She wished she had Cecily there. Even if the kid did talk like she was stoned half of the time, at least she always made one feel better.

She’s probably at Aunt Josephine’s hanging out with Cliff and that butt-whore mother of hers. Or maybe she’s by herself because Cliff and Claudia are fucking in the hot tub.

Emily shivered at the very thought of Claudia banging Cliff in the same very hot tub that she had banged him the day before. Ick!

“I might have left it back at the hotel,” Emily thought aloud. “Or even worse, what if I left it at Josephine’s? I just can’t go back there.”

She was heartbroken, tired, hungry, and low on money. She had no choice but to try and look for it. She just couldn’t wait weeks or months to get a new one. As much as she hated to, she would have to go back to Josephine’s. She supposed that she could always call over there and ask. If she were lucky Barnabas or Brunhilda would answer the phone. She counted up her change, and headed to a bank of payphones.

Meanwhile, back at Aunt Josephine’s villa Cliff and James were cleaning up the mess they had made by throwing vegetable party trays at each other. Brunhilda was not too pleased with them, and as punishment she had sentenced James to cleaning the pool, and Cliff to baking a batch of cookies after the garden party guests left. Claudia and Lars breezed into the room. Claudia had her suitcase packed and looked ready to go.

“You leaving sexykins?” James asked.

“Unfortunately,” replied Claudia. “Clifford’s making me leave early. He’d rather charge another plane ticket on his poor aunt’s credit card than just have me leave in two days.”

“You’re right,” snapped Cliff. “I want you the fuck out of here, and don't call me Clifford!”

“Oh come on Cliff,” James pleaded. “Can’t she stay one more day? I have to clean the pool tonight, but we could fuck in it first.”

Just then, the phone rang.

“Answer that!” Cliff bellowed.

“I ain’t answering it,” snapped James. “You should know by now Cliff that you’re the one who always answers the phone in Verity’s stories.”

“Oh yeah. Shit.” Replied Cliff as he shuffled over to the phone. “What do you want?” he snapped rudely into the receiver.

“I’m sorry. I must have the wrong number,” said a very familiar British sounding voice.

“Pussycat!” Cliff squawked. “Don’t hang up! I need to talk to you.”

Emily interrupted him. “Did I leave my passport at your aunt’s house?”

“Gee, I don’t know Pussycat,” Cliff replied. “It’s not my day to look after it. My aunt has an awfully big house. I think you should come over here and look for it.”

“Could you look around for me?” Emily asked.

“Why don’t you come over and we look for it together?” Cliff asked. “I could pick you up at the airport, buy you a nice dinner, bring you over here, we could talk.”

“Kirk is picking me up in a few minutes, and I am staying at his house,” Emily retorted. I should have known that I wouldn’t get any help from you. I’ll just have Kirk go over there and look for it tomorrow.”

Kirk! Cliff thought in disgust. What the fuck was that raven haired varmint still doing around?

“I love you,” Cliff said out of the blue. “Can’t we start over? Can’t I have a second chance?"

“Give me one good reason why you deserve a second chance!” snapped Emily.

"I play fantastic bass solos," Cliff replied.

"I don't care if you can play bass solos while washing your car, balancing your checkbook, and seeing your proctologist at the same time!" snarled Emily. "You hurt me Cliff! You really, really, hurt me!"

As Cliff racked his brain for more reasons, Claudia took the opportunity to go and say goodbye to her former daughter.

She found Cecily out in the garden with Mrs. Burton. The two were sitting on a garden bench talking. Claudia rolled her eyes. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. Cecily had known Mrs. Burton for only a couple of weeks, and she already seemed closer to her than she ever did to her own mother.

Claudia tried not to puke as Cecily handed her new grandmother a few flowers she had picked. Cecily had never given Claudia any flowers. The only things that Cecily had ever given Claudia were crayon drawings, and very ugly craft projects from school, nothing ever worthwhile in Claudia’s opinion. She stood off to the side out of sight, but listening to their conversation.

“Want me to tell you a secret code that my grandmother told to me when I was a little girl?” Mrs. Burton asked Cecily.

“Yes Ma’am,” Cecily nodded.

“You don’t have to call me Ma’am dear,” Mrs. Burton reminded her. “It’s much too formal. Anyway, my grandmother used to this thing where she’d squeeze my hand three times.” She reached over, took Cecily’s hand, and gave it three light squeezes. “She told me that each squeeze represented a word,” Mrs. Burton explained. “Do you know what those words are?”

Cecily shook her head.

Mrs. Burton squeezed her hand three times again. “They stand for: I love you,” she said.

Cecily broke out into a smile. She immediately squeezed her grandmother’s hand three times.

Mrs. Burton squeezed it back four times. “That stands for: I love you too,” she said.

“Thank you!” Cecily said as she hugged her grandmother. “I can’t wait to try that code on my Dad.”

“He was never really down with it,” Mrs. Burton replied. “I tried it on him when he left for his last tour, and he didn’t seem to get it. Too unmetal I guess.”

“Miss Emily would have liked it,” said Cecily. Her smile disappeared. “I may never see her again, so I won’t get to try it out on her.”

Mrs. Burton brushed Cecily’s hair out of her face. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Unfortunately, this is the way that it’s going to be. Cliff can’t keep a girl around for more than a week. You’re better off not getting too attached to them, though I can see why you liked Emily so. You’re really going to miss her aren’t you?”

Cecily nodded. “Miss Emily is the closest thing to a loving mother that I’ve ever had,” she said.

Claudia felt as if she had been kicked in the stomach. Cliff and that little whore had totally turned her daughter against her. It was one thing to give up her parental rights. Claudia knew that she was the last person on earth who should be caring for a child, but to make the child hate her so? It just wasn’t fair! After all, she had raised Cecily for five years, and even if she had done a shitty job of it at least she had tried.

Claudia was just about to intervene when James came up and grabbed her ass.

“Hey Tootsie Crotch,” he greeted. “I haven’t cleaned that pool yet. We could still mung it up. Get it? Mung it up? Give those old prude garden party guests a show.”

James began to gyrate up against her, placing her hand over his dick. “Come on Claudia babe,” he moaned huskily.

Claudia looked over at her daughter one last time, being sure to take in every detail of the girl who was once her daughter. She knew that it would be the last time that she ever would see her. Then she began to wiggle out of her dress and bra, and followed James to the pool…
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That Claudia biatch! BUt, oh well, if she's gonna be out of Cecily's life at last it's not that bad, as long as she's gone and Emily will replace her :biggrin Will she? :unsure: And the secret code thing was sweet :biggrin
Waiting for more :heart:
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Oh fuck I laughed so much when I read this line:- “I ain’t answering it,” snapped James. “You should know by now Cliff that you’re the one who always answers the phone in Verity’s stories.”

Excellent - so funny! I agree that it was a dark (for you) episode and none too nice, but that relieved the tension for a few minutes.

As did this gem of a moment:

“Give me one good reason why you deserve a second chance!” snapped Emily.

"I play fantastic bass solos," Cliff replied.

Fantastic. Oh Cliff, oh Cliff. Maybe one day you will learn how to handle women. Then again, looking at the guys that he hangs around with, I'm not so sure about that! Your description about Kirk as a 'raven haired varmint' was excellent. Trying to imagine the cute fella matching that description made me laugh. Still, I'm sure that Mrs Hammett will be pleased to have Emily back staying with them again... not more scheming?!

The exchange between Emily and the desk clerk was pretty darn cool too. Ah hell really let's be honest, I thought this chapter rocked. There are so many nasty themes running through it - loss (of Cecily from Claudia), heartbreak, desperation... and you still handle all of it with humour. There are so many places where it could have got bogged down in being morbid and nasty but you move through it all superbly. This is why I think you are an excellent writer.
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Claudia is a disgusting whore :angry Cecily is right, she is no mother :( And Emily is staying with Kirk? :wink And James wants another round with her :rolleyes: Men, always thinking with their dicks :td:
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