A. is clearing up the apartment at the moment. It never has been fully ordered since I moved in at the end of January. He just picked up the 24-inch wooden ruler off the floor between the foot of my bed and my dresser.
"Hmm...and what might this be doing here?" He raised his eyebrow and slapped the ruler against his palm.
"I used it to beat you with the other night," was my casual, haughty response.
"Ah...right." His eyes fell and he shook his head. "I just can't get you out of this dommey mood, can I?"
I grinned. "Nope."
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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