I have no camera here in the barn. Soon I’ll steal into town and find a photobooth….For you :-)
Ohhh…The usual. Legs. Thighs. Undergarments….*In a deep, low voice* Two apples and a cinnamon stick *Snarly, sideways grin*
*A very suggestive smile runs over his lips, tongue darting out quickly to lick at his lower lip. Eyes half lidded he draws in a slow breath and says in a quiet, rough voice*
Oh wouldn’t you like to know?
You have made me very, VERY happy. Yes. Yes you have. I’ll try so hard to be a good mommy for you. The best. No hiding guns in my dresses or anything.
Mister Scythey can be….Fun. But he’s very strict…
Oh. That’s a hard one, sweet. Hmmm…*He leans back, blue eyes going wide and distant as he taps a long finger against his lips*
I’m very fond of Ebb Tide by The Righteous Brothers. A very sweet song….I like to slow dance to it.
In Dreams by Roy Orbison is also a song that…Resonates with me.
Oh I’m sure you’ll be a perfect little girl. We’ll have so much fun! As long as no one finds us, of course….Especially HER *A dark look crosses his face, but is gone in a flash, replaced with a closed lip smile* Your mommy will have to be a good girl, too…
And no I demand we have ethnic food. I’m actually very fond of spaghetti and meatballs…
You….Would let me….*His eyebrows raise in question for s moment before a rather hopeful look crosses his face* Would you like a new mommy? You’d have to be very good, of course…
Mr. Scythey gets mad when people are not very good…
*He peers at you for a moment before wrapping his arms about you gently, stroking you hair* I love the way you think. Yes I do…Yes I do.
Kidnapping is such a HARSH term though. I’m merely trying to grow a family *He pouts with a sad, yet distant look in his eyes*
*Blue eyes lighting up, a big wide smile runs across his lips* MY BABY! I’m going to try very, VERY hard to be a good mommy!
….Enchiladas? What are those? My mother never cooked ethnic food. Said it was bad for me :-/