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The fire died down and James got to thinking further.
"I mean, I'm here now. But this still isn't going anywhere."
Margaret came down and gazed at him again in mock-concern.
"Oh, POOR YOU."
Jim kind of sat there calmly with equanimity on his face and didn't give a flying smurf.
Margaret sat down.
"Well, clearly this ISN'T working."
Clearly, thought Jim to himself.
Margaret began brushing her hair ostentasiously.
Jim thinks WHY
The brush is put away. A horse grooming brush is taken out instead.
Jim gazes away, absently.
-
A couple of months later
Margaret: "Well Jim, you sure have spent a fair amount of your earnings here at our dance hall."
Jim: "I'm trying to understand things better. I think I've reached a point where i actually have."
Margaret: " Ah!" she said, with some level of excitement.
Jim: "I think if I keep coming here, at some point, I will understand you better."
M: "I see!" she said, grinning.
Jim *takes a big bite of an apple with drool rolling down his chin*
For that matter, why don;t i just take you upstairs then and
-we cut that scene for the benefit of the forum, *snip*
Jim: coming down the stairs a bit woozy "holy hell that was awesome"
t.b.c