darthfi

I have to say, I do think I've got it wrong when I'm trying to write non-con spanking and you keep coming back with "He's not the Messiah, he's a very naughty boy"... It's *very* off-putting and if you don't stop it right now, you won't get your lovely porn. I shall go and write something heartrending and cruel about Annie instead.

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Well, that's not the only Monty Python bit in it...

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Can I please place a pre-emptive request that this gets posted somewhere for all of us to read because I have now worked myself up into a lather.

I vote for lovely porn, BTW. Leave her to it, Fi.

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Keep working yourself up, hon. It's partly your fault anyway...

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Unfair! Just because it's porn people always try and blame me. I'm actually a very nice girl. I've applied for a position on

draycevixen 's Church Bulletin Committee.

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And you were accepted... conditionally, provided you're prepared to learn the harpsichord and how to cut cucumber tea sandwiches to my exacting specifications. The Vicar won't catch us unprepared... Erm... *sniggers*

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I did mention I'm in (un)Holy Orders, didn't I?

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MMmmmmm....Drayce and her harem of choir girls...yes, that sounds very pure and innocent, that does... *whistles*

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~~We like to make the rent boys sing descant~~ Pure as the driven snow even snow is driven

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Hah. This is not the time to point out I've skipped choir practice tonight to go drinking (and fic plotting) with Fi, then, is it?

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Harpsichord practice is scheduled for 6.

**iz good girl**

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That's an excellent first try, but you haven't removed all the crusts and there appear to still be rinds on your cucumber slices. I also hope you remembered to use butter (the lightly salted type).

Never fear, if you keep this up you'll be ready for the Vicar soon enough!

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You know, if I applied to join, would I be rejected out of hand (being that I can't handle cucumbers) or would I be in charge of the smoked salmon???

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being that I can't handle cucumbers

There's a dirty joke in there somewhere.

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Depends on if you go for the long smooth ones or the thick knobbly ones...

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That depends... how are you with cress?

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Curly stuff grown on a damp surface? She munches it!

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Makes sense... with her natural grace and dignity she's obviously a lady gardener...

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*bats eyelashes*

I'm very good at growing things on damp flannels...

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She's also into certain aquatic sports when conducted off the coast of Donegal.

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~~I didn't know "The Coast of Donegal" was one of your titles.~~ That's fascinating.

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Check your maps, dear.

Anyway, I'm a respectable married woman, I'll have you know...

(Doesn't help that my MIL really likes Andy, does it?)

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Hmmm... I've never laid *cough* claim to the respectable part, but each to their own.

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Well, seeing as I learned harpsichord in school, might I be allowed to show

duckyone the ropes, as it were? *g*

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I suppose, as a mature and responsible adult, that I have to point out that it is a Hookerverse/Velvet Underground crossover (oh no, not another one) and therefore it won't be most folks cup of tea.

Oh, and that Fi has now hijacked it (I ran out of steam) so it'll be a lot better than I was anticipating, of course.

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No tea for me! *sigh* I'll just catch you the next time around.

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