Time for Love
Lorrswim34:
i love this. you are an awesome storywriter mandie
Alloyin:
The picture, when Anne met Jeremy (on the horse) is very good. Im sad, that I'm not understandt it all.......
Mandie:
After the girls had left the room, Anne hauled her protesting body from the floor. Stretching, she heard a couple of vertebra crackle into place. What she wouldn’t give for a chiropractor! Chuckling softly, she realized that even if she were in the modern world, she still wouldn’t be able to see a chiropractor. She couldn’t afford it! Walking over to the small dry sink, she poured some of the water from the pitcher into the porcelain basin. She splashed her face with the cool water, hoping to rid herself of the redness surrounding her eyes. When she had made herself as presentable as she could, she straightened and turned to glare at the armoire full of unfamiliar clothing. She didn’t even know what half of those things did! Someone tapped softly on the door, and Anne called, “Come in!”
A maid entered the room shyly. Smiling softly, she introduced herself. “Hello Miss, I’m Bessie. Milord asked me to come help you dress.”
Anne sighed gratefully. “Thank you very much, Bessie. I appreciate you taking time out of your day to help me. I’m Anne.” Bessie smiled, somewhat uncomfortable by the praise. She walked over to the wardrobe and started pulling clothing from it, laying each piece gently on the bed. A beautiful morning dress, shoe and stockings, garters and petticoats, a chemise and a corset, all were laid out on top of the coverlet. Anne felt a little overwhelmed staring at the pile of clothing. She was actually supposed to put all of this on?
Bessie confidently helped her dress. The worst of it was when she put the corset on. Anne felt as if she couldn’t breathe, but what wonderful things it did to her bosom. Then she found herself sitting on a vanity bench while Bessie did her hair. By the time she had finished, Anne could barely recognize herself in the mirror. She looked as if she had stepped out of the pages of a history book. Or rather, Anne thought ruefully, right into one.
Unfortunately, by the time Bessie deposited her in front of the door to Jeremy’s study, Anne still hadn’t found a way to talk him into letting her stay. All of this was making her discombobulated.
Unfortunately, by the time Anne waltzed into his study, Jeremy still hadn’t been able to talk himself into making her leave. Some part of him wanted to explore the feelings that she brought up in him. As she entered the room, it seemed that the light had come in with her. The breath caught in his throat. By Jove, she was truly beautiful. She slipped into one of the chairs facing his desk, and the only thought that came to his mind was to wonder how those glistening peach lips would taste.
Mandie:
I promise to deliver pics the next time I enter the game. I have been spending all of my time searching for my muse. Little did I know she was hiding under the couch. Now that I have found her, I plan to chain her to the desk so I can get some more things done!
ladyrose:
Ooooh, thats absolutely amazing! I write too, but not about sims.
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