Post by jackz on Mar 30, 2010 10:52:05 GMT -5
“Quit your belly aching Harls.” He grabbed at her red and black checker board costume, and didn’t even look down at her half naked body.
Most men, warm blooded men, would kill to have such a beautiful woman in their midst. Especially one so willing to remove their clothes at a drop of a hat. He only had to ask once, and she went the full mile to give it to him. But he wasn’t a warm blooded man, in his mind he wasn’t even lumped into the same category as mortal men. He was above all of that – and act of sex eluded him.
Of course their were beneficial qualities to getting “down-and-dirty” but for the most part – it was used for business and in some special cases a few laughs.
Not to say that him and Harley never “done the deed” - in fact a few times if his memory could recall. But these instances were few and far between, and most of the time humiliating, degrading and dangerous.
He laid out the costume in the back seat, making sure he covered as much of the upholstery as possible before pulling out form it and letting Bud and Lou get in the back and nestle into their mother’s clothes. He slammed the door shut behind them and then went round to the passenger side of the car and got in.
“C’mon kiddo!” He called out from within the car, “You’re burnin’ moon light!” As he waited for Harley to step into the car and rev up the engine, he turned the side rear view mirror in his direction. He looked at himself with admiration, opened up the glove compartments, and removed a few pieces of confetti and circus baubles before pulling out white grease paint and red lip stick. He matted on a few more coats onto his skin and puckered up his lips and scars as he carelessly ran across each mark from one ear to the other. He closed the cap of each of his accessories, looked at himself once more in the mirror and kissed his reflection.
As he heard Harley step into the vehicle, unconcerned with her half naked body and her shivering, he cheerfully piped up, “Hi-Oh Silver – Away!” He pointed in the direction of the street in which he wanted Harley to get on.
He pulled the lever on the side of his chair and felt it lean back and he restlessly placed his feet on the dash board. He stared up into the ceiling, unsure if he wanted to go home at the moment, but blinked when he realized that tonight, was most definitely a school night. He sat up again, and pulled down his purple sleeve and looked at his wrist, he sighed, it was the wrong wrist. He drew a pretend watch on this one, during one of his free periods.
He then pulled on his other sleeve and found his plastic Mickey Mouse watch still working. Sometimes he would forget to take it off while he showered so he had plenty of broken down watches all over his new apartment. But this one, still ticking and beating with life told him that the time was 1 o’clock AM.
He cocked up his brows, in only a matter of six hours – that blasted school was going to open up.
And then his little night escapades would be over! There was still so much to do! So many lives to ruin and so little time!
He cursed the short nights and the long working days and swung his head to quickly to face Harley that he nearly snapped his neck. “Step on it Harls! Go! Go! Go!”
(OoC: Hrum – probably should move this to a more residential area…)
Most men, warm blooded men, would kill to have such a beautiful woman in their midst. Especially one so willing to remove their clothes at a drop of a hat. He only had to ask once, and she went the full mile to give it to him. But he wasn’t a warm blooded man, in his mind he wasn’t even lumped into the same category as mortal men. He was above all of that – and act of sex eluded him.
Of course their were beneficial qualities to getting “down-and-dirty” but for the most part – it was used for business and in some special cases a few laughs.
Not to say that him and Harley never “done the deed” - in fact a few times if his memory could recall. But these instances were few and far between, and most of the time humiliating, degrading and dangerous.
He laid out the costume in the back seat, making sure he covered as much of the upholstery as possible before pulling out form it and letting Bud and Lou get in the back and nestle into their mother’s clothes. He slammed the door shut behind them and then went round to the passenger side of the car and got in.
“C’mon kiddo!” He called out from within the car, “You’re burnin’ moon light!” As he waited for Harley to step into the car and rev up the engine, he turned the side rear view mirror in his direction. He looked at himself with admiration, opened up the glove compartments, and removed a few pieces of confetti and circus baubles before pulling out white grease paint and red lip stick. He matted on a few more coats onto his skin and puckered up his lips and scars as he carelessly ran across each mark from one ear to the other. He closed the cap of each of his accessories, looked at himself once more in the mirror and kissed his reflection.
As he heard Harley step into the vehicle, unconcerned with her half naked body and her shivering, he cheerfully piped up, “Hi-Oh Silver – Away!” He pointed in the direction of the street in which he wanted Harley to get on.
He pulled the lever on the side of his chair and felt it lean back and he restlessly placed his feet on the dash board. He stared up into the ceiling, unsure if he wanted to go home at the moment, but blinked when he realized that tonight, was most definitely a school night. He sat up again, and pulled down his purple sleeve and looked at his wrist, he sighed, it was the wrong wrist. He drew a pretend watch on this one, during one of his free periods.
He then pulled on his other sleeve and found his plastic Mickey Mouse watch still working. Sometimes he would forget to take it off while he showered so he had plenty of broken down watches all over his new apartment. But this one, still ticking and beating with life told him that the time was 1 o’clock AM.
He cocked up his brows, in only a matter of six hours – that blasted school was going to open up.
And then his little night escapades would be over! There was still so much to do! So many lives to ruin and so little time!
He cursed the short nights and the long working days and swung his head to quickly to face Harley that he nearly snapped his neck. “Step on it Harls! Go! Go! Go!”
(OoC: Hrum – probably should move this to a more residential area…)
