Two new updates in the Forum section: draft of the upcoming strip, and Meghan. Here’s a sneak peak:
She has great eyes!
Is there something worse than getting irresistibly horny? Yes, as Cassandra is about to find out: you could be horny in front of someone who doesn't know what to do with that.
For those who tried connecting during last night, I have to apologize. There was a rather severe server crash with the hosting company I’m using, and service was interrupted for about 6 hours. Some minor data was lost, including a post about Meghan, which I retyped from memory and re-loaded at the appropriate date. It isn’t exactly as it was, but I’m hoping it’s faithful to the original.
All my apologies for any inconvenience this may have caused.
Looks like Meghan played with fire a little, and she got a bit burned. Nothing big, but as you’ll see, there are things you just shouldn’t mess with.
I’ve already mentioned some of the effects of faeweave and the fact that our shop sell items made of that very fabric. I sometimes keep some samples at home. Mostly, those are sent to me for quality control purposes. I usually throw them out, but not this time. In particular, there was this unmarked white thong, which was left half-hidden under a pile of miscellaneous junk on my desk, pretty out of view. Meghan found it on Sunday morning, while I was still sleeping, and left with it. Her plan was to wear it next time we’d meet, and give me a hard time while mock-grilling me about its origins.
This morning, she decided on a whim that they looked pretty comfy, and would go well with these wicked tight black leather pants she hadn’t worn in a while. So, without giving it more thought, she slipped on the thongs, then squeezed herself into the pants, and went to work for a photo shoot (had a job in The Docks).
You, dear readers, KNOW where this is headed, right?
As it were, the thong was very pleasant to wear, but tended to ride up a little bit and bunch up on the front in a way that made her walk a little crooked. By noon, she was constantly looking for hiding spots to plunge her hands into her pants and rearrange her underwear (which always returned to its initial position within minutes). By the end of the afternoon, she was breathing heavily and had to come up with excuses of feeling a bit feverish. To make matters worse, the shoot was running late and they asked her to stay longer — up to 10:00 PM.
I just got off the phone with her. She says she can’t think straight, right now, and she’s on her way to make me pay for “my crimes against feminity.”
Guilty, your Honor.
I just hope the punishment fits the crime.
P.S.: now that you know what are the potential repercussions of faeweave, perhaps this is a good time to suggest you pay our Store a visit, and leave some underwear lying around next time some chick comes over.Share
Saturday, I got together with Meghan. We had already agreed that it should be “just for coffee,” both acknowledging that it would give us an excuse to bail if the date went bad.
I’ll skip over that particular part. It went great. We got along just fine, and that wasn’t much of a surprise. She’s a professional photographer as well as a makeup artist for TV or movies (when there’s work). She’s American, but she spent several years in Melbourne, Australia — probably where she got some of her no-nonsense attitude — and she speaks three languages (English, Spanish, and some German).
We left the coffee shop after two hours, then went up the mountain for some sightseeing. The view was great (and I’m not JUST talking about the landscape, folks). She pulled out a bottle of hard liquor from her backpack (whiskey or rum, or something like that), and had a few drinks. Then, I suggested we hunt down the couples making out in the bushes to photograph them in the act.
Folks, some people take their lovemaking pretty seriously. At any rate, the guy in the fourth couple got so upset that he gave us chase and even threw rocks at us. He had lousy aim, but we decided not to stick around and raced away.
Meg and I had a good enough time that we decided to spend the night together at my place. We dined. We watched some old movies (Vincent Prince’s “Last Man on Earth” and “Show Boat”). Then I’m not too sure what took over the both of us, but we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I don’t think I’ve gotten this excited about someone in such a long time.
I think we both passed out around 4:30 AM.
When I woke up, around noon, she was gone. There was a thank you note (no details, sorry — it’s PERSONAL) and some reference to “next time.”
To all those who have tried subscribing in the past (all two of you???), I must offer my most abject apologies.
To be frank (as in, the quality, not as in “Officer Frank”), I’m a bit new at this whole webmastering thing. You’d think that with working in an office that does this for a living, I’d be better at it, right? But the fact is, I’m not doing this with the full knowledge of my colleagues, so I can’t really ask for help on the technical side. So in the end, I’m left fending for myself, and setting some things up sometimes isn’t quite as easy as some folks make it sound like in their plugin description. “Three clicks and you’re done,” they say.
Yeah. At the rate of one relevant click every three days or so.
The good news is that I’ve finally got it working and successfully ran a test myself (something I wasn’t quite able to do in the past). I also have to congratulate Jack K. for being the first one to register. I’m saying this publicly because his faeries (“the girls,” as he calls them) were all cheering at the thought of “being #1″ and (at last) returned his wallet (which, at that point, was no longer of any value). I figure, since it’s my fault there were technical difficulties in his subscription, I should tell everyone in public (especially his “roomies”) that he’s NOT to blame, and that they shouldn’t take it out on HIM.
(Note, little ladies, that this is no invitation to take it out on me either. Why don’t you go pester the folks at paypal or s2Member instead?)
And on this note, it’s time for me to catch some Z’s.
(Oh, and yeah, I got together with my new chick-friend yesterday. We did the coffee thing, then a walk on the mountain, and a whole lotta stuff. Her name’s Meghan, and she’s REALLY sharp. We got into some trouble, too, but that’s a story for later.)