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Hello members! It has been a while since I published a journal, but currently we only have one admin doing the moderation for this group, so I do apologise about any delays in moderation and my inability to judge some pieces that were the jurisdiction of other admins in the past. I doubt that this journal will be given attention to, but we've noticed that people have been not only breaking the rules, but disregarding any personal notes on why a submission has been declined.
Main offenders of these are people who refuse to submit [ Adoptable ] type submissions into the proper folder, which is the [ ADOPTABLES ] folder. Notices have been repeatedly sent out to why their submission has been rejected, and encouraged them to submit it to the correct folder, but after repeatedly mentioning this again and again to the same users, I decided to establish a warning that if they do not correct this, I will decline their future submissions with the same issue without leaving a note, as it gets tiring to keep jumping hoops to leave them a message. deviantART's transition to Eclipse has been very tough on group management.
As of late, these offenders have also started spamming their submissions into multiple folders, including the correct one, but it has bloated the inbox with tens and twenties of their one singular submission into every single other folder, and some even multiple times. Due to the Eclipse system, if there are too many items to moderate, some items in the moderation queue will not show up. These spam submissions are compromising pieces from users who actually follow the rules waiting for moderation.
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New Year's with Mr. Winters - Chapter TwoCHAPTER TWOEmbarrassed. She was embarrassed. Sappho wanted to hide under a rock. She wanted to go into the closet and never come out. Lock the closet door, throw away the key and be lost forever, rinse and repeat. Maybe she needed to stop smoking ganja too? Gotta stay away from that Death Star Kush… the merlot with dinner probably didn’t help either, she was hiding underneath the comforter yet kept her eyes shut.Last night…Sappho drifted back to last night, back to the way Matt’s fingertips glided her cheek before diving into her cacao hair, pulling her close. Everything was going so well. She was having proper sex like a proper woman- then she ruined everything when she did that with him.Matt probably thinks his dad was right after all- I really am a no good liberal witch whore! She buried her face into her pillow and groaned. She felt like Matt would never respect her again. He may still love her, sure- the memory of him holding her during Beau’s birth lulled her back into an adoring haze…But who cares about love!? she thought, throwing the comforter off and hopping out of bed. When the floor creaked under her bare feet, her eyes went wide with panic as she looked back at her naked accomplice, the comforter brushing his hairy thigh.Still snoring and drooling- cool, she sighed, turned her bare back to him and tiptoed away to the closet. It was already open- she nimbled into it naturally like a nymph and waved behind her, commanding the closet door to softly close. She bent down next to the wooden birch chest nearby that had her socks and underwear. She completely ignored the beautiful temperate rainforest that surrounded her and her closet space.I need respect, not just love, she stubbornly reaffirmed to herself, picking up different socks to find two that matched. She had to wave her hand again to clear away forest mist that had seeped into the chest and blocked her view.After last night, though? How could Matt ever see her as a respectful man-eating witch again after she did that? She finally found a matching pair but suddenly lost her balance, her bare bottom landing on the cool moss covered ground. She shivered.Nope, all’s lost! He’ll ask for divorce after this, she irrationally concluded, putting on a pair of fuzzy grey shaded wool socks. And then I'll only see the boys on weekends, she wrung her hands through her hair in anxiety. She knew deep down that Matt would gladly eat horse manure before leaving her- but her conscience overwhelmed the subconscious. What did I do?! Having only weekends with the boys would be hard! How would I have time to help Jeremy with his homework when he starts school? He’ll never become President without me, and some rich dumbass will be President instead. Screw that! Sappho felt miserable. She reached forward back into her chest, grabbed some cloth, then rocked back to sitting on her backside clutching the fabric to her chest. Her imagination ran wild like a firecracker. Her thoughts finally jumped to the main source of her sorrow- a handsome hairy beefcake still snoring in bed.Dumbass, she blushingly huffed as she unclutched the boxers from her chest then pulled them over her legs and up her waist. A group of cute birds and furry critters appeared out of nowhere then carrying a shirt, pants, jacket, tie, and shoes. The adorable creatures carefully placed her clothes next to her before their smiling faces settled on hers in joy.“Whaddya guys want, a tip? Get out of here! Don’t you know a dirty ho when you see one?!” Sappho waved her arms frantically and the cute critters scurried away, then she pathetically cried. She howled and sniffed as she dressed, feeling restricted by clothes she usually found comfortable. A tree branch reached out to offer her support as she walked back to the closet door with shoes in hand- she batted it away. It gave a hurt whimper of a sound as it retreated.She wiped her eyes before reaching for the door handle, gripping it, then turning it. Carefully, she opened the door and peered through- hubs was still asleep. All systems go…Feeling safe, Sappho opened the door wider and tiptoed past their bed. As she approached the bedroom door, she waved with her shoeless hand and the door unlocked and opened by itself. She wondered if the soft clicking would wake Matt. Her eyes darted back to him- he was still blissfully knocked out. She gave a sigh of relief as she turned back to walk out of their bedroom- but the floor loudly creaked under her suddenly right as she was exiting. Matt groaned. He reached for her side of the bed. She dashed off to the kitchen.“Everything will be okay! You’ll just make breakfast and… and… and then never show your face in public again,” Sappho quietly sobbed as she waved her free hand- green vines appeared around the dining table and kitchen counters. They started magically cleaning everything from last night’s dinner, grabbing this and that. Dirty dishes, utensils, pots and pans were carried away to the kitchen sink.Not that I ever go out in public much anyway- being agoraphobic and all- but that’s not the point, her tears streamed down her burning cheeks as she walked to the front door of the house. She placed her shoes down, stood back up, and walked back to the kitchen island with her hand held out. A green vine suddenly appeared- it gave her a brilliant emerald green tea canister with a muted green leaf design.“Kukicha? You might as well have given me decaf!” Sappho tossed it back to the vine. The vine quickly returned with a bright red tea canister with a black grizzly bear motif. She grabbed it, unscrewed the top, held it up to her nose and breathed in strong sweet malty goodness.“Oohh Assam CTC, now that’s more like it! Arigatou gozaimasu,” she thanked the vine- it nodded in gratitude before retreating out of sight. She stepped up to the counter next to the sink where her teaware was stored and pulled out a small clay teapot. She preferred making her tea herself, but allowed the house vines to brew it this time and allowed them to put on the kettle. She looked out the window, and sighed.She needed to get out of there, away from everyone, to clear her head. She needed distraction- she needed to be productive in a creative sort of way. Painting, drawing, writing… anything. A vine handed her a clay teacup full of hot black tea, with cream and honey just the way she liked it- she took it and quickly slurped it down. She was awake now.The office. I could go there, think… Sappho thought of her office downtown. She could be completely alone there and be alone with her thoughts, giving her the chance she needed to come down from the highlight of last night. This sort of loneliness she needed was also very good for writing.Maybe I could try writing a story or a poem? That’ll get my mind off-Sappho’s mind drifted creatively as she opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs. A large black greased cast iron skillet scooted over from the counter corner towards her on a mat- she grabbed the heavy thing, placed it on the already preheated stove with difficulty, then started cracking open eggs over it. She always made sure the boys had eggs every day.Eggs are good for brain health. If I make sure they have eggs then they will do better in school. Good school grades will lead to college, then law school for Jeremy before being a U.S. senator, then the Presidency! Sappho thought as the eggs in the pan turned opaque. The Gaian Witch Guild was adamant that it was Jeremy’s fate to become one of the greatest American Presidents in history- that he was The One who would ultimately destroy Fox News and tax the hell out of the rich (while giving witches immunity from being burned for any reason for all time). The Guild had a slightly different prophecy for her little Richard, Jeremy’s twin brother- it was his destiny to open the greatest hot dog shop in the state of Tennessee.“I’m the mommy of a future President and of a hot dog shop owner who’ll give me a lifetime supply of free hot dogs! What more could a mother ask for?” she asked a nearby vine that nodded in agreement. She grabbed toast that had popped up from the toaster and switched it for fresh bread.She tried to push eggs at her husband, but Matt felt his brain was fine- he did not see the need to force unwanted eggs down his throat, plain eggs being one of his least favorite foods. "No, if Matt wants to ram anything down his throat it would be beer, or whiskey," she knew. After losing all his job and his money, he’d gone on an extended drinking binge, rarely leaving the bedroom or the house. The house vines had their work cut out for them, picking up after him as he was so unmotivated and depressed that even making it to a trash can seemed too much, leaving a trail of tissues, wrappers, and beer bottles wherever he moped.For Mr. Winters, their bedroom had become a safe space. He often went there to retreat from the cruelty of what was now his new normal- his excommunication from upperclassdom into the poorhouse. Sappho told him “Money’s not everything,” after finding him in the bedroom closet one day. That day, Matt was sitting on the closet floor with the door shut, fists clenched over his knees, trying his best to keep his eyes shut.“Well, a good breakfast is not the same as having millions of dollars, stocks on Wall Street, or being CEO of a big company, buuut hopefully this will keep him in good health,” she winked at the vines, who nodded in agreement. With their help, Sappho finished preparing scrambled eggs, buttered toast, thick slabs of bacon, and crispy hash browns. They then set them out on plates before moving them to the round dining table.She looked at the spread on the table and placed her hands on her hip.Matt and the boys have everything they need- mission accomplished, she thought and nodded.“Now to tend to my needs…” she said this quietly as she walked around the living room sofa. She reached for the basket on the coffee table in front of the living room couch, grabbed a notepad from it, brought a pen out from her pant pocket, sat down, and started writing.This iris flower… like a rose… ahh! I should write it down before I forget… it could be a good poem… Her thoughts droned on as she tried to write what she thought, then tried to change what she wrote to transform it into poetic form. Suddenly a lop eared chocolate brown rabbit hopped over to her. It hopped up onto the couch next to her and nudged her thigh with its nose.“Just a sec, George… mommy’s trying to write something magical here,” she told him without looking at him, though she did reach out with one hand to nuzzle his forehead. His eyes closed in pleasure when she scratched behind his floppy ears- god, he loved it when she did that.I gotta write it down before I forget, I know there’s something here… her writing hand shook as she wrote. The hand that was nuzzling George lost focus, but he didn’t mind. He knew she tended to zone out into her creative work.She didn’t like her first attempts.Nah, I can make it better…She erased what she wrote and rewrote. Then she erased that and rewrote again, and again. She rewrote the poem until it changed into something honest and beautiful.Good, good, good…. that's it. Five, seven, five, boom, boom, boom. “I did it, George!” Sappho suddenly shot up off the couch, startling poor George who rolled over on the couch. He righted himself, thumped his back foot, and gave his mistress an annoyed glare.Sappho recounted several times to make sure she got the right number of syllables- she did.Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... a haiku, she zoomed as she felt like she finally crossed some kind of imaginary finish line. She read what she wrote, reread it, and thought about what else she could do to make it better.No, it’s good; no more. Leave it alone.She then thought of her office.“I wonder if they would publish this. What do you think, George?” she asked the glaring rabbit, who quickly forgave her to nod in agreement. She made a copy of her haiku, then shoved the notepad with the copy into her pant pocket and placed the original on the dinner table next to the buttered toast and bacon.I wonder if he'll like it, Sappho thought.She was hoping Matt would see it, read it, and tell her what he thought.He doesn’t always understand me or my writing- but he’ll try, and that’s more than most guys, she thought. Sappho felt tremendous love for her husband and for her sons. She felt like a good mother, wife, and woman overall.“A good mother who acted anything but motherly last night…” she finally admitted to the witch bunny, who responded with a half-lidded bored expression. He was used to this aspect of her, when her face became rosy as hell despite all denials.“George, you don’t understand! I acted like a slut. Matt’s never going to look at me the same way, and if his mother found out,” she stuffed both fists into her burning cheeks as she thought of that old wasp with her judgmental eyeglasses staring down at her. George rolled his eyes.“Ohwhaddya know, you’re a rabbit!” she huffed at him. She ran her hands over her head as she walked to the front door, leaving a perfectly combed business haircut where her sexhair had been. She grabbed her briefcase from the doorway entrance closet, threw on her black cashmere winter jacket, then placed one foot after another into her polished shoes. She was ready to runaway to her office far away in downtown Athens.And I’ve made it out without anyone noticing me!She couldn’t escape in time to avoid being seen by her second youngest son, though."Mommy!" Richard hailed as he popped out of nowhere, and Sappho’s eyes went wide as she jumped in panic. The boy smiled adoringly up at his sweltering mother and reached up with his tiny hands expecting a hug."Richard!" she chirped at him. She quickly hugged him, a little too tightly as he struggled to breath."Daddy’s sleeping and… There’s food on the table! I love you! See you later! Bye!” she kissed him on the cheek, pulled the front door wide open, and was halfway out the door when Richard finally understood what was happening and waved joyfully at her.“Bye Moose Bucket!" she called him by her silly nickname for him, the door closing behind her as she left.Richard stood there for a minute in stunned bewilderment, then just shrugged it off and ran down the hallway to see if his brother was awake.Meanwhile, Sappho’s thoughts were in turmoil as she walked to the parked Cadillac in the driveway.Poor kid! He doesn’t know how dirty his mommy is…She was in sorrow over her perceived failure at motherhood.Why do I feel like this? she wondered as she opened the door on the driver’s side and threw her briefcase into the passenger seat. Sappho kept going over her troubled thoughts as she started the car, shifted gear, pulled out the driveway, then headed down the road.There was no traffic on the roads to worry about today.It’s the holidays. Everyone’s sleeping in, she thought, grateful for the empty streets. She could run away with ease.
New Year's with Mr. Winters - Chapter OneCHAPTER ONEDECEMBER 30th, 2008She held her breath as she heard waves brushing onto a beach. The whooshing back-and-forth rhythm of the water calmed and excited her. Sappho Höst loved the ocean.She loved the ocean so much that if she had to make a choice between sweet tea and the Florida coast, she'd choose Saint Augustine in a split second. Her blue eyes gazed into an endless blue horizon, and she sighed. The full moon glowed as the waves below glittered like lights on a Christmas tree.She was reminded of their Christmas tree still decked out in the living room.Sappho smiled as she took small, slow, careful steps just out of reach of the foamy brush of tide. Her tiny footprints vanished like magic as the waves brushed them away, which unfortunately made her frown. It just reminded her of the family curse that stopped a woman from using her witch powers unless her clothing vanished.Sappho brushed the feeling of shame out of her mind, and tried to instead focus on water (instead of being without clothing).Despite being an earth witch with a natural knack for growing things out of dirt, it was clean water and clean sand that drew her now… yes, her mind was now on clean water and clean sand…I wonder if the Gaian Witch Guild can help me learn water magic, she mused, thinking how useful it would be to be able to conjure up water whenever she needed to for her garden. She could fill George’s water bowl too! Sappho figured The Oldest probably wouldn’t go for it though. The unofficial lead witch of the guild tended to prefer every witch stay in her own lane, so to speak.Sappho huffed.Well she don’t gotta know! And what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her!She then dipped her toes into the water and smiled wider as she felt the rush of cool water wash over her trembling feet, causing her to shiver. It was a quick jolt that quickly drifted into serenity around her ankles. The Oldest can just kiss my bare wide… The water around her feet became cloudy as her toes wiggled in the sand. Sappho was at peace with the universe. She was in Nirvana. She wanted this moment to go on forever- she was drifting away into bliss…But, the wind suddenly changed. It blew harder, harder, and harder. The soft quiet tranquil sounds of the ocean became blarefully loud; it was like the groans of an old dog taking his last breaths. The ugly sounds overtake the heavenly beach…*POOF*Serenity vanished. Sappho’s eyes shot open. She blinked and looked around- instead of a vast dark ocean, it was the dark interior of her bedroom. Her eyes drifted to the falling snowflakes that landed on the sill outside her window before promptly melting away.What a nice dream, she thought.It was the middle of the night- the flurries outside glowed like fireflies as they fell to the ground. Disappointed, Sappho sighed again as she lightly kicked the blanket tangled around her feet. She was wrapped in a soft comforter blanket and felt snug, like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Only her face showed, illuminated by the light glow of the white pillow it rested on.The bedroom was neat, clean, and organized- save for some scraps of torn wrapping paper on the floor next to the desk in front of the window. I need to clean that, she noted, squinting at the small mess in the dark.She returned her gaze to the snow outside. She was hypnotized by the shadows cast on the bedroom walls by the snowflakes outside, their descent seeming like a slow dance in the winter wonderland that was her bedroom.Well, her bedroom would have seemed like a winter wonderland... if not for the obnoxious bellowing of a large bear of a man sleeping and snoring beside her. The familiar feeling of the mattress sinking under a man's large frame drew her in softly like an inescapable black hole.Mr. Winters, Sappho thought, snorting softly at the name she used to address Matt with when she worked for him. She tried not to giggle as she rolled her head over on her pillow to gaze at the man sleeping next to her. Matt's hairy right leg, chest and arms were out in the bare air, the shared blanket wrapped around his waist like a sash, barely covering what would make most church going Christian women blush. Whereas only Sappho's head showed from her cocoon, his body showed just about everything.He was practically naked! She blushed- the thought that she should move the blanket to better cover him crossed her mind.Well, he's got boxers on. That's better than nothing, she thought.She studied him. This man formerly and still sort of known as Mr. Winters was not just any man to her.He was her knight in shining armor sans armor, and her heart fluttered as she looked at his strong handsome face in awe and wonder.He needs to shave, she noted. She thought of shaving him herself in the morning.During the day, Sappho didn't show deference to anyone. She was a powerful witch with her own office who hexed sexist men while wearing suits by Hugo Boss. She was an assertive liberal feminist who smoked ganja just to blow it in a cop's face.During the day, Sappho was powerful. She was strong; she was like a warrioress out on the prowl and-Suddenly, Matt's serene face twisted. He moved to shove his fist down the back of his briefs, and aggressively scratched an itch that was biting his ass.To this debauchery, Sappho just rolled her eyes and shook her head. She then went back to her thoughts. What was she thinking? Oh yeah-During the day, Sappho kicked ass, jumped over cars, lassoed misogynists, and told Republican men to kiss her pink pussy hat. She did everything she could to ensure her son became President of the United States as foretold by the witch council. When the sun was up, her entire being was laser focused on either herself or her sons. She'd gladly beat up any douchebag gods who tried to mess with her goddess self.But at night— this nightshe didn't want to kick ass or beat up a god; she wanted to worship one. At least, she liked to think of this man sleeping next to her that way. Right now to her— Matt was mightier and braver than any god of war. He certainly wouldn't mind her viewing him this way, she felt.He would love it, if he knew.Sappho wondered, does he know?She thought it would be strange at this point in their relationship for him to not know how she felt; how, after a lifetime of rejecting the Christian God, he was the only god she wanted to worship right now.If he doesn't already know, maybe he needs to find out.Her hand carefully moved to take hold of his arm, and gently shake it before quickly withdrawing back under her cover. She waited.Matt made no movement.She shook his arm again, a little less gently this time; and waited.Matt coughed and snorted--his eyes stayed shut. He suddenly moved to scratch his ass again, a dumb drooling smile forming on his face as he found the right spot.Sappho's mouth twitched; her gentle grasp on his arm became a firm grip.Damnit! He can be a real Al Bundy sometimes, she shook him really hard now.Her rough shaking finally succeeded. Matt jerked himself awake, his snoring shutting off like a hose clamp. He shook his head, blinked his eyes open and displayed a lion's set of teeth as he yawned hugely. His eyes fluttered as he blinked stupidly at the petite woman next to him.What does she want now? I'm pretty sure I put the dirty dishes away last night... his thoughts were churning; he was preparing to defend himself against unjust accusations.Matt covered his mouth as he yawned again and his face settled dumbly into Sappho's eyes- her coy blue eyes gazed lovingly back at his half-lidded stare, and she smiled. The hand that shook him was now softly rubbing him; she then winked at him. He felt dumb for a few seconds, not understanding; then his dumb eyes widened into knowing radiance.She was in the mood.That mood.The mood that he loved more than any other mood in the universe of moods.Matt's mouth widened into a grateful grin, and he moved to take hold of her. Sappho nearly squealed with joy- nothing made her happier than when he understood her, when he got her. She rocked forth to plant a soft kiss on his lips before rocking back onto her bottom.He probably doesn't know how I really feel though, she thought in adoration as he reached his huge arm forward to place his hand behind her. As he pulled her close, his free arm reached behind to grab for his eyeglasses from the nightstand.Too much trouble to dig out those stupid contacts, he thought, his hand finally finding and gripping the frame.And she said she likes the glasses better anyway, he inwardly chuckled, swiftly placing the glasses over his eyes, like how a superhero placed a mask on. He now felt prepared- he wrapped both of his large arms around the small frame of his wife. Sappho felt engulfed yet shielded by this man she loved so much.What was about to happen was a rare moment for them both. Only after the kids were in bed (and sleeping) could Matt be with his wifehis bunny— the way parents often long for. Intimate moments like this were always put off for another time or another day because, well- just because, because, and always because!The because that happened yesterday was movie night with the boys. Matt inwardly groaned at the memory.If I have to watch that cartoon about the thief and the blue genie again, I'm going to throw myself off a bridge, he thought in agitation.No, he rather do this with his wife than ever watch a cartoon ever again. It was hard for him to do anything like this when Sappho was busy worrying about the boys, which was all the damn time.When the boys were around, he had to be careful. When the boys were around, he had to be discreet. When the boys were around, Matt had to watch what he said, watch what he did, and sometimes even watch how he felt.When the boys were around, he had to treat their mother like a saint, and pat her on the back like she was his platonic pal.I'd rather pat her somewhere else, he thought coyly.The boys were sleeping now, though; Matt had his bunny to himself in the way he secretly always wanted but never dared admit out loud where anyone could hear. But right now, he didn't have to share her with the boys nor treat her like his pal; right now, he could treat her the way he wanted... like a lover. For at that moment, Sappho's mind was not focused on the boys or trying to take down the patriarchy, but was instead centered on him, her man.Mr. Winters, she thought as she brushed away the covers separating them. His hold on her tightened and they both moved to get into better positions. Matt started kissing her face and neck softly. They held each other and struggled, slowly getting into a rhythm that was familiar and felt good. The snowflakes outside were still falling- they continued. The bedroom was no longer quiet or still; beautiful yet furious sounds of their struggle disturbed the old silence in a lovely way.Suddenly, a thought crosses Sappho's mind— she pulls away from Matt. He gives her a confused look, his lost eyes blurred behind his fog covered spectacles, but he didn't get an immediate answer. Her nervousness over her thought delayed her- for this new thought she was having was no ordinary thought. It was a wild thought; a wicked thought; a wild, wicked, wanton thought. She blushed, then smiled shyly up at him.Wiping the fog from his glasses, Matt stared back at her and returned her smile with his own clueless grin; his glasses mirrored her adoring eyes. Then she moved, and the way she moved was unfamiliar- it was new to him. As she moved, Matt's eyes slowly grew wide with realization- he felt both excited and unprepared.The reality of what was going on— what she was doing— became clear to him. He strained himself not to shout with joy; waking the boys was the last thing he wanted to happen right at that moment.She finally looked into his eyes as if to ask him for permission for what she was doing, and maybe ask him for forgiveness, too.There's nothing to forgive! Is this really happening? F**k those guys who told me marrying a liberal feminist witch was a bad idea! God I love you so much, bunny... Matt thought as his heart fluttered. Is she really...? He brushed her chocolate brown bangs from her eyes, a pair of ocean blues that looked back at him as if he were some kind of God. But she said she would never, he thought.He was afraid of getting his hopes up; this could have been a cruel, teasing dream that he would soon wake up from. Well, if it was a dream, then he wanted to sleep forever. He would have welcomed being knocked unconscious if it meant he could stay in this moment forever.Whatever this was— reality or dream— Matt was really stupidly happy right now. They were now doing what Sappho declared she’d never do. Yet, here they were, doing that. As his glasses became foggy again, he tried to recall her exact words."If you ask me to do that- even once- that's it! You'll get no more babies out of me and no more sex, for all of eternity!""For all eternity?" he had asked, just to confirm."Yes! Don't ask, ever. Never. ever. N.O. NO!" she had quipped, her cheeks rouge like the red watercolor paint she was using at the time to paint a cartoon of Donald Trump (as a red-haired goofy-looking obese clown with a big red nose)."Alright," he’d replied, his heart filled with disappointed sadness despite the funny picture in front of him.But now must be different, he thought, his breath quickening. As their struggle became more hurried and frantic, so did Matt's inner struggle.Why is she doing this now?Is she drunk?Stoned? Was it that Platinum Kush again?No- she's not drunk or high.. . .Ohdamnit, who cares! Matt decided he’d just accept and enjoy the unexpected yet very awesome turn of events.Sappho meanwhile thought she would lose herself within him, be found, lose herself again, then be reborn a liberated woman. She rediscovered her love for him on a deeper level that night. They found ecstasy together, held on for dear life, reached the heavens then-It was over. The whooshing waves of wind outside stopped. The snowflakes had stopped; the bedroom became quiet and still, like the rest of the world. Exhausted, Sappho reached for and pulled the comforter back up to her chest and rolled to her side, leaving her back bare to him.That almost makes up for him voting for George W. Bush, she thought (though she still intended on raising his sons as Democrats).Pulling her close to him, his heaving hairy chest left damp imprints on her back like the forgotten soft wet kisses of a long lost beau. She turned to look at him with liberated adoration. They fell asleep, returning to dreams as snowflakes resumed falling outside, soundless without roaring winds.
CRAFTS,SCULPTURE, AND COSPLAY
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