Baser Urges | By : PersephoneCorelli Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I was leaving the movie theater with Jason on one arm and Nathaniel on the other. We had spent the evening pretending to be tourists (Jason’s idea of course). I just smile and shake my head at their antics of pulling aside someone and asking for directions to the most menial of places. I mean come on Wal-Mart?! Even the tourists know how to get there.
Blindfolded. The movie had been a midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show. Yeah, go figure that that would have been Jason’s choice. They really got into it too. I mean I am still humming the “Time Warp”. I refused to dress up but the boys' outfits were astonishing enough on their own. Jason was wearing a mesh half shirt with leather pants that looked as if they had been painted upon his person. Nathaniel was wearing a collar and leash with a straight jacket and black pants. I believe the material is vinyl but mostly I was afraid to ask. After seeing their clothes I almost refused to go anywhere with them. They explained that the movie was about alien transsexuals and part of the fun was dressing the part. I still said no. I went with them to the show but stuck with the classics. Tight black jeans, black boots and a new shirt that I’d just bought. It was a different look for me: low-cut sweetheart neckline, almost sleeveless with a slanted hem. Black though, so I had to wear makeup so I didn’t look too pale. The things I do for friendship. Of course, the one thing I would never do is go anywhere unarmed. I had to go with the waist holster because the pants were just too tight. Not my first choice, or even my second but I don’t go anywhere without my Browning. It’s my favorite gun and like a security blanket, it follows me everywhere. Bad things seem to happen if I don’t have it with me. Hell, bad things happen even if I do have it but I’m better prepared. I also wore my back sheath. It was a custom blade that I’d had to replace already but it was definitely worth the money. It fits like a glove, so close you’d think it was skin. This and my new toy complete my arsenal tonight. It’s a bodice knife, I absolutely love it. It was a gift from Edward. He and I noticed that when I was frisked they never really checked in the chest area. Kind of stupid since I could probably hide a nuclear warhead in there, not that I’ve tried, I’m not that far gone. He had the knife designed for me, I didn’t ask how he knew my measurements, I really don’t want to know. I have a hard time picturing him with a measuring tape leaning over me while I sleep. I have to stifle the laughter that the image brings to mind. Death as a seamstress? Yeah fucking right!While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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