Aw...*pets your muse*

I like smut as much as the next person (and please tell Wolvie I especially like his brand - you can even send him my way, and I'll tell him personally *g*), but as much as I like it, I like *plot*, too. Better even, and plot makes smut soooo much better.

I just don't like cliffhangers! *wails*

But alright, Ara. *feeling meek* I'll be good, promise. If you write some more. Please?!! Tryin' to be good over here.

Author's Response: *I don't think I can lure her to the comp long enough. Her old man got a present from her mom. Last time I saw Ara she was drooling next to something that looked like a crossbreed between circular saw and sewing machine. Come on! How the hell I'm supposed to compete with that? Huh? When I tried to propose that I could help them out, at least cut the tapestry, she threw me out. Locked me in this tiny room with the comp, and I have been sitting in here ever since. That was like three days ago! I think her old man suspects something. He's been coming in here every once and a while, pretending to play solitaire on the comp for a moment while he's having a beer. Then he leaves and "forgets" the beer.* Uhh... Seriously, the cliffy was unintentional. I wasn't even aware that I left it open like that. More is coming, but it'll have to wait, probably until next monday. And you, mister... This computer belongs to my mom. Keep your hands off. I don't want to explain her why the log is suddenly filled with porn sites. *Porn? There's real porn in there as well?* Shit. I have a feeling that I'm creating a monster.....

I second Val's cheer. ARA! After all that time spent away, you come back with this! *grumpily folds arms* So mean.

Author's Response: Apologies. This was written in haste, in between putting on new plasterboards and tapestries in to the kitchen and to the hall. Ah, the agony. My wrists are still singing hallelujah from the weight of the drill machine...