I'm the kind of bitch that you want to get with

Ghetto_Squirrel · 01-19-2004, 04:57 AM

If I had your phone number, I'd write it on the door of a restroom stall in the trashiest gas station I could find. I don't hate you per se; I just think you could benefit from the attention of horny, middle-aged truck driver types.

2Marlon2Brando · 01-19-2004, 05:32 AM

and who doesn't love attention from horny, middle-aged, truck driver types?

twice · 01-19-2004, 05:35 AM

GANDHI: If you would let me teach you to read, you could see for yourself.

She leans forward to pull at the remaining piece.

BA: I could have told them you were merely foolish.

Gandhi is watching her as she leans across him, her beauty and proximity obviously stirring him.

GANDHI: It proves what I told you. If I had prosecuted him as everyone advised – even you – they would have hated me – by showing forgiveness I – ouch!

She has pulled the other piece.

BA: There . . .

And she slowly pries the gauze free from the strands of hair above his lip. As she does Gandhi watches her more and more intently, and slips his arms around her back.

GANDHI (as though continuing the argument): You see there is such a thing as moral force – and it can be harnessed.

Ba examines the bandage and gently touches the wound, but she is aware of his burning eyes and arms around her back.

BANot always. You have told me twice now that you were giving up the pleasures of the flesh.

It slows Gandhi uneasily for a moment and Ba must grin at his discomfiture. He leans back – still holding her, but looking at the ceiling.

GANDHI: I am. I am convinced the holy men are right. When you give up, you gain. The simpler your life the better.

Ba makes a moue of acceptance and starts to pull free of him – but his arms still hold her. She smothers a smile and lies down, her face next to his, but neither of them looking at each other. A long beat . . . and then Gandhi turns his head. She is aware of his eyes on her, but she doesn't move. Gandhi leans forward and touches his lips to her neck.

GANDHI: I will fast tomorrow – as a penance.

Ba smiles. Still not looking at him, she places her hand behind his head, gently.

BA: If you enjoy it a great deal you must fast for two days.

Gandhi laughs . . . and buries her in love.

mewl · 01-19-2004, 06:23 AM

twice...

twice · 01-19-2004, 06:25 AM

...yes?

mistle · 01-19-2004, 06:45 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by twice
Gandhi laughs . . . and buries her in love.

mewl · 01-19-2004, 06:47 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by twice
...yes?

uh...nothing. :erm

01-19-2004, 04:57 AM	#1
Ghetto_Squirrel Minion of Satan Location: Chicago Posts: 7,157	I'm the kind of bitch that you want to get with If I had your phone number, I'd write it on the door of a restroom stall in the trashiest gas station I could find. I don't hate you per se; I just think you could benefit from the attention of horny, middle-aged truck driver types. __________________

01-19-2004, 05:35 AM	#3
twice Socialphobic Location: kitty in the middle Posts: 10,183	GANDHI: If you would let me teach you to read, you could see for yourself. She leans forward to pull at the remaining piece. BA: I could have told them you were merely foolish. Gandhi is watching her as she leans across him, her beauty and proximity obviously stirring him. GANDHI: It proves what I told you. If I had prosecuted him as everyone advised – even you – they would have hated me – by showing forgiveness I – ouch! She has pulled the other piece. BA: There . . . And she slowly pries the gauze free from the strands of hair above his lip. As she does Gandhi watches her more and more intently, and slips his arms around her back. GANDHI (as though continuing the argument): You see there is such a thing as moral force – and it can be harnessed. Ba examines the bandage and gently touches the wound, but she is aware of his burning eyes and arms around her back. BANot always. You have told me twice now that you were giving up the pleasures of the flesh. It slows Gandhi uneasily for a moment and Ba must grin at his discomfiture. He leans back – still holding her, but looking at the ceiling. GANDHI: I am. I am convinced the holy men are right. When you give up, you gain. The simpler your life the better. Ba makes a moue of acceptance and starts to pull free of him – but his arms still hold her. She smothers a smile and lies down, her face next to his, but neither of them looking at each other. A long beat . . . and then Gandhi turns his head. She is aware of his eyes on her, but she doesn't move. Gandhi leans forward and touches his lips to her neck. GANDHI: I will fast tomorrow – as a penance. Ba smiles. Still not looking at him, she places her hand behind his head, gently. BA: If you enjoy it a great deal you must fast for two days. Gandhi laughs . . . and buries her in love. __________________ j'en perds la raison dans la mer du japon

01-19-2004, 06:25 AM	#5
twice Socialphobic Location: kitty in the middle Posts: 10,183	...yes? __________________ j'en perds la raison dans la mer du japon

01-19-2004, 05:32 AM	#2
2Marlon2Brando Socialphobic Location: sometimes the same is different but mostly it's the same Posts: 14,519	and who doesn't love attention from horny, middle-aged, truck driver types?

01-19-2004, 06:23 AM	#4
mewl Socialphobic Posts: 14,498	twice...