Dis Pater Jupiter
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roxySo, finally! And one WIP down, woo-hoo!
In case you're wondering what's the deal, Dis Pater Jupiter is the sequel to Dis Pater Kronus, a rollicking romp of incest and non-con, heart break and sorrow. Yes, pretty much typical Roxyland. I had fun making Lionel a little less of a bastard jn DPK. He was someone who cared about his kids. Kids being Lucas and Lex, raised together. Another thing I liked about DPK was Bruce Wayne. If you read it or have read it, you might be picturing Christian Bale and that’s cool—but it was Michael Keaton I had in mind. He was a seriously sexy Batman. Oy, that mouth—those eyes…he’s my Batman forever. Bale was hot, but Michael…whew.
After I finished DPK, a little ficlet I wrote for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
herohunter grew into a sequel of Dis Pater. And finally, the end! Whew!
All the pasts are tagged, but at GJ, the sections are bigger—6 to 8000 words a section. It’s here, Here are the old bits
And here are the new bits.
Amanda got the call, and went to work. She drove out to the house. She sat at the end of the drive—waiting for the right moment. Jonathan came to get the mail and looked over, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He waved at her, a bright smile crinkling his ice blue eyes. She looked at them, considering. She was pretty sure from this distance she could put a shot through his iris, but…Boss said no terminations. She got out of the truck and said, “Hey, Jonathan. I brought some books Martha wanted—is she home, I’d like to talk to her about the order this week.”
He looked up from the pile of mail in his hand with a little frown. “Something wrong?”
“Heck no!” She laughed. “Those brownies flew out of the store—I wanted to ask if she’d mind making double batch for next time. I’m not sure if people are coming to the store for the books or if the goodies are drawing them in.”
“Oh!” He smiled proudly. “They were darn good. She’s in the kitchen I think, go on in.”
“Thanks. Coming in?”
“No, I’ve got some work in the cow shed to do. You know what they say about farmers work.”
“Same thing they say about women’s work?” She smiled and headed up to the house, glancing behind her to make sure he was headed away from the house.
Martha and Lex were in the kitchen, she knocked on the door. “Martha—hi, I have your order for you. Well, now, and of course I left it in the car…darn it.” She laughed. Martha laughed too.
“I understand completely.” Lex was introduced as the son of a family friend. ‘Nice.’ she thought.
Would he mind getting the books from the truck, she asked and Lex politely agreed to get them. Amanda waved good bye to Martha, walked out with Lex, and when they got to the truck, she showed him a gun. “Get in the truck, now, quietly because if you don’t they die.”
He gaped at her. “What--”
“You know your brother can do it. Get in the truck.”
She saw fear, and worry and oddly, a look of relief…did he want to go back to his brother? Because she didn’t have to be told that something freaky was going on there…the Boss was the boss but he was a fucking nutcase when it came to this boy. He acted more like a jealous obsessed lover. She grimaced, and when the boy looked up at the sky for some reason, she swung the gun butt against his temple, and he dropped like a fallen tree.
It took her a few minutes to march Martha out to the cow shed where Jonathan was, and to use zip strips to tie them together. She duct taped their mouths and told them to be patient. She leaned over, her hands on her knees. Her back was killing her from dragging those damn farmers into the back of the shed. Swear to god she was getting old…“Boss is coming to get you.” She looked sympathetic, eyed them with pity. “Sorry. I was for making it quick. You wouldn’t have felt a thing but him…he’s pissed. I think about the brother. Sorry.”
She leaned back and hissed when her back popped. Damn it. Oh well, she had some aspirin or something in the truck’s glove box. She strode out of the shed, closing the door behind her. She checked her watch. She’d make it to the plant well within the time limit the Boss had set for her. She sighed. Days like this, the business kind of wore on her. She was kind of sad that she’d have to leave the store too. Couldn’t stay in Smallville after this, even the hick cops out here had to be able to put two and two together, connect dead Kents and her…really sucked, she liked being a book store owner. She threw the truck into gear. Yeah, this was definitely her last job, after this, she was going to retire and buy a bookstore for real….
******
Lex groaned…Clark was on his way, he had to have heard him scream when the woman shoved him into the truck—no—he hadn’t screamed, hadn’t had a chance, as soon as he’d slid onto the truck seat, everything had gone black…
“Baby, you’re okay, you can open your eyes now.”
Lex woke out of the dark, warm hands cradled his face gently, soft lips brushed his forehead, his mouth—I love you Clark he tried to say but his mouth wouldn’t work properly…it was cold under him, hard…his hands slid about—he was on tile…
It got brighter; a bluish light barely lit the large room he was in.
He opened his eyes fully and Lucas was looking at him. For a moment he thought he was back in the bathroom at the castle, and that Lucas had pulled him out of the water….
He was dressed in Clark’s clothes, jeans rumpled and dirty at the knees like he’d been dragged, his head hurt, it felt huge and stuffy…and Lucas was grinning down at him.
“You—you kidnapped me!” Lex felt outrage more than fear. “How dare you!”
“’How dare you’,” Lucas mimicked viciously, his voice high and petulant. “How dare you, shit. I didn’t *kidnap* you, you’re mine. You belong here. And in a little bit, Superman will come roaring in to save you, and me—I’m gonna smash him like a fucking bug. I’ve been getting ready for him, baby. I’ll make sure he’ll never bother us again.”
Lex moved back away from Lucas, shivering. He was completely insane, completely if he thought that he could kill Superman.
Lucas shuddered and gasped. Sweat ran down his cheeks, down his bare chest. He was nude, except for a pair of sweat dampened boxers that hid nothing, he was half-hard and…Lex looked away. Lucas suddenly moaned and clenched his teeth, and Lex couldn’t help but watch, riveted by the bizarre sight…he felt sick, chilled as Lucas almost howled in pain, his back arched, and purple veins swelled and crawled over his skin. He gasped, and the arch of his back relaxed, he groaned, panted as his body sagged. He made an impatient motion to someone out of Lex’s eyesight. “Let’s get this shit started,” he growled.
Lex turned, saw figures moving about in the dim light. Sitting in one corner he made out the bookstore owner…whatever the fuck she really was. She looked so average—mild-mannered, graying hair. She looked around with every appearance of boredom--Lex had the feeling she was checking for exits.
A young guy came up behind Lucas, a white lab coat hanging from his lanky frame. He did something to Lucas that made his lips draw back from his teeth in a pained snarl. “Fuck, take it easy. You sadistic bastard.” Lex heard the guy chuckle…it sounded intimate, it sounded like someone who thought he was safe. Fool, Lex thought.
“Ready,” the tech said, and when Lucas turned away from Lex, he saw his back was covered with some sort of metal framework, wires dangled from it, some caught up in the tech’s fist. Lex startled, hissed in surprise—some of the wires were crawling over Lucas’ back, like thin worms. As Lex looked on in horror, some writhed, burrowed under the skin. Thin, thin streams of blood ran down his back.
Lucas and his little group walked over to what looked like a sci-fi suit of armor hanging in a framework and like a knight, was helped into it. The bottom half of the suit cracked open at the waist and he stepped into it. The top half opened like a clamshell and dropped over his shoulders. When it closed around him, the only bare skin showing was his face and neck…it looked ridiculously like a Japanese cartoon, except that Lucas was obviously in a great deal of pain. His face twisted in a spasm of agony, he hissed and cursed under his breath, and then the look of agony smoothed away, he smiled at Lex. “Cool, hunh?”
Lucas let the armor be released from the stand and walked over to Lex. As he moved, light shifted over the purple and green surface, it shimmered, gleamed like sunlight on an oil slick. “It’s going to get interesting, big brother…” he cocked his head, smirking at Lex. The suit whirred softly as Lucas knelt next to him, so impossibly grateful for as bulky as it looked. “I know the freak can’t resist. He’s going to come for you and when he does, I’m ripping him into tiny bits.” His eyes closed for a second and then he smiled. A gauntlet, twice the size of Lucas’ hand, reached out and stroked his face, so tenderly Lex was startled, having expected chill metal…and pain.
“Anyway,” Lucas said as he moved away, light and soundlessly as a feather. “I’ve realized that I’ve been going about this all wrong. The way to keep you with me is to keep you happy, and that’s what I plan to do. I’m going to help you see that what you want is what I want. Darrell?”
The skinny guy in the lab coat approached, his expression full of curiosity. He held up a syringe filled with neon green fluid, and Lex tried to jerk away, but he was blocked by a couple of Lucas’ security goons. Kryptonite, or something containing it…what was Lucas trying to do to him?
“Lucas wants you to have a little fun.” The guy leaned forward, and Lex read his tag, so he was Doctor what-ever, not just one of the techs. He grinned at Lex. “I’m the one who helped bring your little brother’s dream to life. He dreams big, doesn’t he?” He leaned in closer. “Lucas says this is a present just for you. Now don’t worry, I prepared this myself, and believe me, you’re going to love it,” he said, and Lex was suddenly pinned, his arms stretched wide. One of the men ripped Lex’s sleeve open and Darrell punched the needle in—a sharp jab of pain exploded in the crook of his arm. Lex’s head jerked back, and he yelled in surprise—the pain was shooting up his arm, spreading out like waves of fire. Lucas was behind him, cradling his head and making soothing noises--he heard a dry cough at his side, and Amanda was in his line of sight. Her face looked smooth, unconcerned, but there was something in her eyes. She said. “Excuse me, is there any reason I need to stay?”
Lucas turned to face her— “I guess not,” he lifted a huge articulated hand, “none that I can see…” He swung his hand and Amanda flew towards the wall, hit it with a crack and slid to the floor.
The group of techs and guards paled, looked at each other uneasily, except for the Darrell…he seemed to have no sense of self preservation, Lex thought, either he was that clueless, or that mistakenly sure about himself. He knew, he saw it in Lucas’ eyes; he was going to kill everyone in the room when he was done. There was no Lucas left there, just a driven monster. Someone who was going to chew him up alive. He’d lost. Clark had lost.
Lucas moved back toward the armor frame, saying something to Darrell, and Lex’s eyes slid over to where Amanda lie against the wall, a thin trickle of blood coming from her nose, she was still…he saw something else, something under her hip…a gun. He tried to surreptitiously move back towards her, but the small movement turned Lucas’ attention back to him and at the same moment, his world flipped. Pain suddenly roared through him, crashing over him like a tidal wave, for one split second it was the worst pain he’d *ever* experienced in his life—he was opening his mouth to scream but what came out of his mouth was a moan—and now it was the most amazing pleasure, wave after wave of euphoria swept him. His head dropped back and he vaguely felt himself being lowered to the floor…why had he ever tried to chase this feeling away, why had he refused it…it was…incredible, it was wonderful, beautiful…he was floating in his own skull, his back arched off the floor as a wave of pleasure so intense it was better than a thousand orgasms hit him, he giggled, groaned….
Lucas hung over him, his eyes bright, glassy, he was grinning. “Good hunh? Remember how it was in the beginning? So good…” He stroked Lex’s bare arm, ran metal fingers over him and it was as delicate as a kitten’s paw. “That was a quarter of the dose I get. The full dose—fuck. You could die and it’d take you a week to notice…now that you’re back with me, you can have it any time you want, I’ll never make that mistake again…I’ll be better this time,” and his voice rose, became higher, lighter, “I’ll take good care of you. I won’t let you get sick again, I promise. I love you.”
Fabric tore as Clark’s jeans gave way. Part of Lex knew Lucas was ripping the denim like it was Kleenex and he should be terrified--he struggled a bit, tried to swim back to reality—but part of him just didn’t care, it felt so good, so good to be disconnected, not to worry, just float. He couldn’t feel his body; he barely cared about this person in front of him, about anyone but himself and how good he felt, how hot his dick was…there was a touch--light, but it felt like a shockwave shooting up his dick and he reached up off the floor, past being able to speak or make any sound at all, the touch traveled down over his balls and he grit his teeth and sobbed, it was…he tried to spread his legs wider, he arched and his body begged, his mind skittered, looking for the dark and something warm, blunt and smooth touched him, nudged inside and his paralysis broke, his voice erupted from his throat in a scream….
tbc
In case you're wondering what's the deal, Dis Pater Jupiter is the sequel to Dis Pater Kronus, a rollicking romp of incest and non-con, heart break and sorrow. Yes, pretty much typical Roxyland. I had fun making Lionel a little less of a bastard jn DPK. He was someone who cared about his kids. Kids being Lucas and Lex, raised together. Another thing I liked about DPK was Bruce Wayne. If you read it or have read it, you might be picturing Christian Bale and that’s cool—but it was Michael Keaton I had in mind. He was a seriously sexy Batman. Oy, that mouth—those eyes…he’s my Batman forever. Bale was hot, but Michael…whew.
After I finished DPK, a little ficlet I wrote for
herohunter grew into a sequel of Dis Pater. And finally, the end! Whew!All the pasts are tagged, but at GJ, the sections are bigger—6 to 8000 words a section. It’s here, Here are the old bits
And here are the new bits.
Amanda got the call, and went to work. She drove out to the house. She sat at the end of the drive—waiting for the right moment. Jonathan came to get the mail and looked over, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He waved at her, a bright smile crinkling his ice blue eyes. She looked at them, considering. She was pretty sure from this distance she could put a shot through his iris, but…Boss said no terminations. She got out of the truck and said, “Hey, Jonathan. I brought some books Martha wanted—is she home, I’d like to talk to her about the order this week.”
He looked up from the pile of mail in his hand with a little frown. “Something wrong?”
“Heck no!” She laughed. “Those brownies flew out of the store—I wanted to ask if she’d mind making double batch for next time. I’m not sure if people are coming to the store for the books or if the goodies are drawing them in.”
“Oh!” He smiled proudly. “They were darn good. She’s in the kitchen I think, go on in.”
“Thanks. Coming in?”
“No, I’ve got some work in the cow shed to do. You know what they say about farmers work.”
“Same thing they say about women’s work?” She smiled and headed up to the house, glancing behind her to make sure he was headed away from the house.
Martha and Lex were in the kitchen, she knocked on the door. “Martha—hi, I have your order for you. Well, now, and of course I left it in the car…darn it.” She laughed. Martha laughed too.
“I understand completely.” Lex was introduced as the son of a family friend. ‘Nice.’ she thought.
Would he mind getting the books from the truck, she asked and Lex politely agreed to get them. Amanda waved good bye to Martha, walked out with Lex, and when they got to the truck, she showed him a gun. “Get in the truck, now, quietly because if you don’t they die.”
He gaped at her. “What--”
“You know your brother can do it. Get in the truck.”
She saw fear, and worry and oddly, a look of relief…did he want to go back to his brother? Because she didn’t have to be told that something freaky was going on there…the Boss was the boss but he was a fucking nutcase when it came to this boy. He acted more like a jealous obsessed lover. She grimaced, and when the boy looked up at the sky for some reason, she swung the gun butt against his temple, and he dropped like a fallen tree.
It took her a few minutes to march Martha out to the cow shed where Jonathan was, and to use zip strips to tie them together. She duct taped their mouths and told them to be patient. She leaned over, her hands on her knees. Her back was killing her from dragging those damn farmers into the back of the shed. Swear to god she was getting old…“Boss is coming to get you.” She looked sympathetic, eyed them with pity. “Sorry. I was for making it quick. You wouldn’t have felt a thing but him…he’s pissed. I think about the brother. Sorry.”
She leaned back and hissed when her back popped. Damn it. Oh well, she had some aspirin or something in the truck’s glove box. She strode out of the shed, closing the door behind her. She checked her watch. She’d make it to the plant well within the time limit the Boss had set for her. She sighed. Days like this, the business kind of wore on her. She was kind of sad that she’d have to leave the store too. Couldn’t stay in Smallville after this, even the hick cops out here had to be able to put two and two together, connect dead Kents and her…really sucked, she liked being a book store owner. She threw the truck into gear. Yeah, this was definitely her last job, after this, she was going to retire and buy a bookstore for real….
******
Lex groaned…Clark was on his way, he had to have heard him scream when the woman shoved him into the truck—no—he hadn’t screamed, hadn’t had a chance, as soon as he’d slid onto the truck seat, everything had gone black…
“Baby, you’re okay, you can open your eyes now.”
Lex woke out of the dark, warm hands cradled his face gently, soft lips brushed his forehead, his mouth—I love you Clark he tried to say but his mouth wouldn’t work properly…it was cold under him, hard…his hands slid about—he was on tile…
It got brighter; a bluish light barely lit the large room he was in.
He opened his eyes fully and Lucas was looking at him. For a moment he thought he was back in the bathroom at the castle, and that Lucas had pulled him out of the water….
He was dressed in Clark’s clothes, jeans rumpled and dirty at the knees like he’d been dragged, his head hurt, it felt huge and stuffy…and Lucas was grinning down at him.
“You—you kidnapped me!” Lex felt outrage more than fear. “How dare you!”
“’How dare you’,” Lucas mimicked viciously, his voice high and petulant. “How dare you, shit. I didn’t *kidnap* you, you’re mine. You belong here. And in a little bit, Superman will come roaring in to save you, and me—I’m gonna smash him like a fucking bug. I’ve been getting ready for him, baby. I’ll make sure he’ll never bother us again.”
Lex moved back away from Lucas, shivering. He was completely insane, completely if he thought that he could kill Superman.
Lucas shuddered and gasped. Sweat ran down his cheeks, down his bare chest. He was nude, except for a pair of sweat dampened boxers that hid nothing, he was half-hard and…Lex looked away. Lucas suddenly moaned and clenched his teeth, and Lex couldn’t help but watch, riveted by the bizarre sight…he felt sick, chilled as Lucas almost howled in pain, his back arched, and purple veins swelled and crawled over his skin. He gasped, and the arch of his back relaxed, he groaned, panted as his body sagged. He made an impatient motion to someone out of Lex’s eyesight. “Let’s get this shit started,” he growled.
Lex turned, saw figures moving about in the dim light. Sitting in one corner he made out the bookstore owner…whatever the fuck she really was. She looked so average—mild-mannered, graying hair. She looked around with every appearance of boredom--Lex had the feeling she was checking for exits.
A young guy came up behind Lucas, a white lab coat hanging from his lanky frame. He did something to Lucas that made his lips draw back from his teeth in a pained snarl. “Fuck, take it easy. You sadistic bastard.” Lex heard the guy chuckle…it sounded intimate, it sounded like someone who thought he was safe. Fool, Lex thought.
“Ready,” the tech said, and when Lucas turned away from Lex, he saw his back was covered with some sort of metal framework, wires dangled from it, some caught up in the tech’s fist. Lex startled, hissed in surprise—some of the wires were crawling over Lucas’ back, like thin worms. As Lex looked on in horror, some writhed, burrowed under the skin. Thin, thin streams of blood ran down his back.
Lucas and his little group walked over to what looked like a sci-fi suit of armor hanging in a framework and like a knight, was helped into it. The bottom half of the suit cracked open at the waist and he stepped into it. The top half opened like a clamshell and dropped over his shoulders. When it closed around him, the only bare skin showing was his face and neck…it looked ridiculously like a Japanese cartoon, except that Lucas was obviously in a great deal of pain. His face twisted in a spasm of agony, he hissed and cursed under his breath, and then the look of agony smoothed away, he smiled at Lex. “Cool, hunh?”
Lucas let the armor be released from the stand and walked over to Lex. As he moved, light shifted over the purple and green surface, it shimmered, gleamed like sunlight on an oil slick. “It’s going to get interesting, big brother…” he cocked his head, smirking at Lex. The suit whirred softly as Lucas knelt next to him, so impossibly grateful for as bulky as it looked. “I know the freak can’t resist. He’s going to come for you and when he does, I’m ripping him into tiny bits.” His eyes closed for a second and then he smiled. A gauntlet, twice the size of Lucas’ hand, reached out and stroked his face, so tenderly Lex was startled, having expected chill metal…and pain.
“Anyway,” Lucas said as he moved away, light and soundlessly as a feather. “I’ve realized that I’ve been going about this all wrong. The way to keep you with me is to keep you happy, and that’s what I plan to do. I’m going to help you see that what you want is what I want. Darrell?”
The skinny guy in the lab coat approached, his expression full of curiosity. He held up a syringe filled with neon green fluid, and Lex tried to jerk away, but he was blocked by a couple of Lucas’ security goons. Kryptonite, or something containing it…what was Lucas trying to do to him?
“Lucas wants you to have a little fun.” The guy leaned forward, and Lex read his tag, so he was Doctor what-ever, not just one of the techs. He grinned at Lex. “I’m the one who helped bring your little brother’s dream to life. He dreams big, doesn’t he?” He leaned in closer. “Lucas says this is a present just for you. Now don’t worry, I prepared this myself, and believe me, you’re going to love it,” he said, and Lex was suddenly pinned, his arms stretched wide. One of the men ripped Lex’s sleeve open and Darrell punched the needle in—a sharp jab of pain exploded in the crook of his arm. Lex’s head jerked back, and he yelled in surprise—the pain was shooting up his arm, spreading out like waves of fire. Lucas was behind him, cradling his head and making soothing noises--he heard a dry cough at his side, and Amanda was in his line of sight. Her face looked smooth, unconcerned, but there was something in her eyes. She said. “Excuse me, is there any reason I need to stay?”
Lucas turned to face her— “I guess not,” he lifted a huge articulated hand, “none that I can see…” He swung his hand and Amanda flew towards the wall, hit it with a crack and slid to the floor.
The group of techs and guards paled, looked at each other uneasily, except for the Darrell…he seemed to have no sense of self preservation, Lex thought, either he was that clueless, or that mistakenly sure about himself. He knew, he saw it in Lucas’ eyes; he was going to kill everyone in the room when he was done. There was no Lucas left there, just a driven monster. Someone who was going to chew him up alive. He’d lost. Clark had lost.
Lucas moved back toward the armor frame, saying something to Darrell, and Lex’s eyes slid over to where Amanda lie against the wall, a thin trickle of blood coming from her nose, she was still…he saw something else, something under her hip…a gun. He tried to surreptitiously move back towards her, but the small movement turned Lucas’ attention back to him and at the same moment, his world flipped. Pain suddenly roared through him, crashing over him like a tidal wave, for one split second it was the worst pain he’d *ever* experienced in his life—he was opening his mouth to scream but what came out of his mouth was a moan—and now it was the most amazing pleasure, wave after wave of euphoria swept him. His head dropped back and he vaguely felt himself being lowered to the floor…why had he ever tried to chase this feeling away, why had he refused it…it was…incredible, it was wonderful, beautiful…he was floating in his own skull, his back arched off the floor as a wave of pleasure so intense it was better than a thousand orgasms hit him, he giggled, groaned….
Lucas hung over him, his eyes bright, glassy, he was grinning. “Good hunh? Remember how it was in the beginning? So good…” He stroked Lex’s bare arm, ran metal fingers over him and it was as delicate as a kitten’s paw. “That was a quarter of the dose I get. The full dose—fuck. You could die and it’d take you a week to notice…now that you’re back with me, you can have it any time you want, I’ll never make that mistake again…I’ll be better this time,” and his voice rose, became higher, lighter, “I’ll take good care of you. I won’t let you get sick again, I promise. I love you.”
Fabric tore as Clark’s jeans gave way. Part of Lex knew Lucas was ripping the denim like it was Kleenex and he should be terrified--he struggled a bit, tried to swim back to reality—but part of him just didn’t care, it felt so good, so good to be disconnected, not to worry, just float. He couldn’t feel his body; he barely cared about this person in front of him, about anyone but himself and how good he felt, how hot his dick was…there was a touch--light, but it felt like a shockwave shooting up his dick and he reached up off the floor, past being able to speak or make any sound at all, the touch traveled down over his balls and he grit his teeth and sobbed, it was…he tried to spread his legs wider, he arched and his body begged, his mind skittered, looking for the dark and something warm, blunt and smooth touched him, nudged inside and his paralysis broke, his voice erupted from his throat in a scream….
tbc
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4/2/07 03:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
4/2/07 04:36 am (UTC)This Lucas is a leeeetle different--at least Mariposa Lucas knew he had to keep his hands off Lex. *G*
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4/2/07 04:23 am (UTC)Seriously!!
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4/3/07 10:33 am (UTC)truth to tell, this lucas is the most fucked-up character i have ever read about. he has everyone behaving badly. go, roxy!
>not like now.
right, these are your days of fluffy bunnies and pussy willows. ;D
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4/2/07 11:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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4/3/07 02:46 pm (UTC)*deep calming breath*
*still twitching*
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4/3/07 08:09 pm (UTC)*GRIN*
Twitching, hunh?
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4/3/07 04:20 am (UTC)You know I've been working that line like crazy!! LOL!!
I hope you're going to read in on the end of this thing--*smooch*
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