Thursday, October 9, 2014

IMAGINING: THE WONDERS OF A SweetP’s THOUGHTS


I think daddy cried the first time mommy chopped off her long locks!

Let me tell you what happened…

Mommy was away on a trip and daddy was taking care of me. Mommy called and she was agitated.  She told Daddy that they’re about to chop off her hair; since they were going to cut it anyway for her next movie. Daddy was supportive.  He told mommy this: “Babe, you’d look beautiful. Stop freaking out.” But when they hang-up, I heard daddy choke and bit his fist, suppressing his emotions.

That night, when daddy sang me to sleep, the lyrics of “Bye, Bye Black Bird” were modified.  My daddy sang me, “Bye, Bye Sexy Hair!”  I didn’t complain. Daddy loves mommy’s long, luscious hair. 

Then, daddy saw mommy’s transformation in the Internet and I thought his smile will reach the back of his head!  He mumbles about mommy’s neck and nape and shoulders but I didn’t hear exactly what he said; but like I said, it had something to do with mommy neck, nape and shoulders.  

See, angel, that there is the most beautiful mommy in the world!”  He told me as he pointed at mommy’s smiling face on his laptop screen.  My mommy was really gorgeous.  Just like me!



Anyway, when mommy was picked up from the airport from that trip, short hair and all, daddy didn’t know whether to sit or stand, walk this way or that way.  He was restless.  It was fascinating to watch.  He even fed me twice!!!  Mommy should cut her hair more often. 

Then the front door opened.  Daddy whimpered and took mommy in his arms.  Mommy was trying to get to me but Daddy intercepted her.  Bad daddy!  But I stayed quiet.  He gave mommy a long kiss and a tight hug.  It wasn’t my naptime yet but daddy did his best to sway me in his arms until I felt myself falling into a deep sleep.  I didn’t know what happened while I was in LaLaLand, because when I woke up, Daddy was sooooo happy and mommy had this radiant smile on her face; and some red marks on her neck, nape and shoulders.  I guess mommy’s allergic to short hair.

I was so excited to see mommy and I told her everything that happened as she held me in her arms.  Daddy was smiling and saying how adorable I was.  Mommy cooed while I was sharing the events that took place while she was away.  My parents didn’t understand a word I uttered.  I knew that, by the way.  Bear, Bernie, and Cole told me that all my parents could hear were, “Abbb-bbba-bbbbb-bbbaaaa, shrrrrkkkkk… bbbabbbebba!”  Over and over.  What the heck?  I was telling my story in complete sentences! 

I digressed.  

We spent the whole afternoon shrieking and laughing and talking… Well, I shrieked and talked and daddy and mommy laughed… and there were lotsa kissing and nuzzling, and noises.  Sigh. It’s a good thing they thought I look cute when I roll my eyes.

After my dinner, I heard Grandma Jules’ voice!  “I’m here!” I heard her yell.  I called her name in response.  “I’m right here, Grandma!”  Yeah.  The Three Stooges, Bear, Bernie, and Cole laughed at me.  I knew I was shrieking but I was talking in my head.  So there!  I told them that they sounded more ridiculous than I did when they thought they’re talking, too, instead of howling. 

To this day, I still don’t understand why Grandma had to bring me to her house that time. I missed mommy so much but mommy’s short hair made daddy go crazy. He couldn’t stop nipping and biting mommy’s neck. Go figure! I don’t get it. I mean, mommy nuzzles my neck, too, you know, and tells me how wonderful I smell… 

Oh, wait… Hmmm… Maybe that’s it.  I guess it’s because I still don’t have much hair… So, I think when you have short hair, your loved ones can kiss your neck! I got it! Now I wish my hair grows long soon because daddy’s bushy beard makes my skin itchy when he kisses me. But it’s okay because I love my daddy so, so much.  But then again, mommy squeals and giggles when daddy rubs his face against her neck! I don’t get it. 

I wish my parents will understand “my talk” so I could tell them they’re weird. Bear told me that I got the eye rolling from my mommy.  I think I got it from my daddy.

Just recently, when daddy told me that he’s going to the Big Apple and that mommy and I were going to follow, I thought we’re really going into a Big Apple! But that’s another story I have to tell you later. I’m just going to talk about mommy’s short hair for now because like I said, it makes daddy goofy; always nuzzling mommy’s neck and the back of her neck, and her shoulders. Aunt Dakota even joked that mommy’s short hair may bring in a baby sister or brother sooner rather than later… whatever that means. I still remember swimming that tunnel… So many of us wanting to reach that globe and only I made it… and that’s how I think I came to be. Auntie Fate and Uncle Destiny said I’ll forget all about that when I grow a little older because I’ll have new memories. I still remember it and sometimes I tell that story to mommy and daddy… It was kinda traumatic so to speak… but I know what they hear when I talk.  They coo and smile and kiss me and say, “Awww….”

It’s tough being a baby, you know.

So, I know you saw mommy with her hair shorter.  She got another haircut.  Daddy and I got to see it done this time.  I like this Big Apple place but we will be going home soon so I have to concentrate on my parents’ voice as they sing me nursery rhymes.  I don’t know what’s so funny with “Mary Has A Little Lamb.”  Mommy giggles and Daddy whispered loudly to her, “It’s not that little, babe.”  And mommy responded, “Don’t I know it!”  I’m telling you, mommy’s short hair is making them giddy and lovey-dovey. 

I’ll be quiet now.  I love my daddy’s voice singing to me and my mommy’s arms around me….

Oh god, it’s “Wee Willie Winkie!” Now mommy’s lost it!!!

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My post about Auntie Fate and Uncle Desty (Destiny) 
Click Link:  http://ateofie913.blogspot.com/2013/10/one-strong-determined-swimmer.html

What's In A Name? (Choosing SweetP's Name)
Click Link:   http://ateofie913.blogspot.com/2013/11/whats-in-name_14.html


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MY RECENT POSTS ON TUMBLR

IMAGINING:  Photoshop, The Trend… And “Loving Under The Sun”

Rob:  “So, I’m in Chicago and at the same time in NYC.”
CJ:  *Sniggers*  “Nope!!! Your location has been pinned!  You are in New York ---Whoring!”
Kristen:  “Sorry, babe.  Tomorrow you’ll be in London or Toronto; maybe at the same time, too!”
Rob:  *Sighs*  “They see me everywhere.”
CJ:  *Coughs*  “My thought went elsewhere and I have nothing good to say so I’ll shut up now. My mamita taught me well!”
Rob:  “What?!”
CJ:  *Sighs*  “Ugh! You’re so slow for a British hottie!  No wonder even your fri---”
Rob:  “I’m smart.”
CJ:  “Yeah, your Ninja Skills is perfecto, hottie-daddy!  You pulled it off!  No one saw you and your Kristen as you frolicked the beautiful beaches of The ---- Well, it’s not the crowded Venice Beach that’s for sure.”
Kristen:  *Narrows eyes at CJ*  “Oh, don’t go there!”
Rob:  “It’s not fucking funny!”
Kristen:  “Right?!”  *Kisses Rob*
CJ:  “Don’t hate me!  Hate the “users”!” *Doing the quotation marks with his fingers*
Kristen:  *Sighs*  “That’s enough…. The papz followed me the other day.”
Rob:  “So you were photographed withdrawing money from the ATM… Did they get your pin number?”
Kristen:  “Dude, do you even know my pin number?”
Rob:  “Of course!!! Oh-Five-One-Three!!!”
Kristen:  *Guffawed*  “And yours is Oh-Four-Oh-Nine?”
Rob:  *furrows brows*  “You knew that!”
Kristen:  “Seriously? That’s your pin number?  My birthday?”
Rob:  “Damn.  Is that too easy?  Shall I change it to 0421?”
CJ:  “Can we go back now to our plan of action strategy?  We know the papz has followed Kristen…”
Rob:  “And we know they juiced that up for 2 days…”
Kristen:  “Like I only have one outfit!”
Rob:  “But you have almost all my shirts, babe.”
CJ:  “Everybody knows that.”
Kristen:  “No one commented about---”  *giggles*
Rob:  “We pulled it off, Mama!!!”
Kristen:  “Really?  You called me Mama?”
CJ:  “Shut up now, you two.  I have an amazing idea!”
R&K:  “Well, go on…” *Both are giggling at this point*
CJ:  “Well, since the papz have been following Mama-Kristeta while she and her new man… that’s me, thank you very much, drive around --- I'm thinking, why don’t we give them something juicy... You know... We can hug --- or betteryet, kiss!”
Rob:  “You will hug and kiss my wife?”
CJ:  “That’s the idea.  Yes.” *Smiles big*
Rob:  “And you claim to be gay.”
CJ:  “Correction:  I’m not gay.  I’m a beautiful woman trapped in this sexy man’s body.  There’s a difference.”
Kristen:  *Laughs*  “Okay… I don’t know where you’re going with this but humor us, Ceej!  Continue.”
CJ:  “Don’t narrow your eyes at me Papa-Rob-A-Hubba-Hubba!!! This is going to work. One huggy-huggy picture… then I’ll photoshop it once the paparazzi releases it.  I’ll substitute my pretty face with your equally pretty face.”
Rob:  “So, I’ll be you.”
CJ:  “Precisely! That’s the idea!”
Rob:  “You have to grow a beard.”
CJ:  “I’ll buy the beard… no worries!”
Rob:  *Thinks* “Do I look fat to you?”
CJ:  *Gasps*  “You… You DID NOT go there!!!”
Kristen:  “He did!”
CJ:  “I’m not fat! I’m--- I’m— I’m a voluptuous she-male!”
Kristen:  *Hugs CJ*  “Yes, you are, sweetie.  You are.”
Rob:  “Why don’t I just take my wife outside and kiss her senseless.  The vultures are there 24/7!  There’s no need for Photoshop... And you don’t need to PRETEND to be a macho man.”
CJ:  *Shakes head* “Uh-uh.  Not gonna work.  That’s not the trend.”
Kristen:  “What?”
CJ:  *Sighs*  “Your crazy fans and the Media don’t believe in real pic or real sighting of you and your Lickable-Rob-bable-hubby.  You need PHOTOSHOP!  I’m telling you, I know these things.  Am I not the one being bullied in IG?  Am I not the---”
Kristen:  “Fine!  Fine!  But you don’t have Photoshop and you don’t know how to manipulate a photo.”
CJ:  “That’s where you’re wrong, Sissy!  I know you’re going to say that so I come prepared.  Let me show you how talented I am.”  *Leaves the room*



2 MINUTES LATER….
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Rob:  “What the hell?  What the fuck happened to my face?”
CJ:  “Oh, shush!  It’s the moonlight. No one will notice.”
Kristen:  *Couldn’t breathe from laughing at this point*
Rob:  “This is fucking terrible!”
CJ:  “Terrible?  Are you kidding me?  It’s perfect!”
Rob:  “Even our dogs will know this is fucking fake.”
CJ:  “I can assure you E will buy it.  Gossip cop will give it a ten! And Hollywood Life will report it first… I can see it now… “Twilight Lovers… Reunited!”
Rob:  *Glances at Kristen* “He’s a sane person, right?”
CJ:  “Hey!  Don’t rip my genius!”
Kristen:  *Still laughing hard*
CJ:  “Think about it… Okay?”
Rob:  “Make sure you give them hints that my wife and I just had a holiday under the sun. Okay?”
Kristen:  “What the fuck, babe?  You’re letting him do this?”
Rob:  “Why not?  Like he said, it’s the trend!”


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IMAGINING... A PINCH OF REALITY

Rob: “What?!? You deleted your IG account?”
CJ: “Yeah. The hate’s giving me wrinkles.”
Rob: “Kristen! Do you know about this?”
Kristen: “Why are you so upset?”
Rob: “Well, how am I going to log in to IG now?”
Kristen: *Looks at Rob questioningly*
CJ: “Rob logs in as me once in a while to check.”
Kristen: “You use our Jimmy account, too.”
Rob: “Yeah, babe… But ours is private.”
CJ: “Robby wants to see everything and I have everything.” *smiles*
Kristen: *Laughs* “Shut up!”
CJ: “Admit it. Yah jealous! Ya man wants a piece of The Ceej!”
Rob: “What the fuck?!”
Kristen: *Laughs harder*
CJ: “No worries, Daddy-Man… I’m reviving the famous CJ IG soon. I’m just projecting a little bit of drama… Mystery…”
Rob: “What is so mysterious about you?!”
CJ: “What? Don’t you know I’m Kristen’s new boyfriend!”
Kristen: “Yup. Yoma Lovah!”
Rob: “You’re enjoying this too much.”
CJ: “At least Kristen chose a good lookin’ lovah!”




Friday, November 15, 2013

24-K, SOLID GOLD!!!


IF YOU ARE THE REAL WIFEY 
OF ROBERT PATTINSON,
PLEASE RAISE YOUR HAND 
WITH CONVICTION!!!


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IF YOU ARE DREAMING, HOPING, IMAGINING, LONGING, 
UM... PRETENDING *COUGH*
TO BE ROBERT PATTINSON'S WIFEY,
PLEASE RAISE YOUR HAND!


NOW... NOW...
PLEASE, PUT AWAY THOSE FAKE SMILES 
AND TUCK AWAY THE OBVIOUS HATRED.
DO NOT --- I REPEAT --- DO NOT KILL EACH OTHER WITH FAKE PLEASANTRIES.  

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IF YOU ARE A "WANNA-BE..."
  IF YOU WANT TO BE FAMOUS...
IF YOU WANT TO USE EVERY CHANNEL--- 
EVERY FUCKING WAY 
TO GET YOUR 15-MINUTE OF FAME---
 WHETHER OR NOT YOU COME FROM
A "PROMINENT" FAMILY --- 
BY USING ROBERT PATTINSON'S POPULARITY
AND BANKABILITY... 
OR HIM, PERIOD...
 OR
IF YOU ARE INTENTIONALLY "HURTING"
OR PLOTTING TO HARM 
THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT...
ESPECIALLY THE ONLY GIRL 
HE TRULY LOVES
AND IS TRULY WITH...

I GIVE YOU THIS... 


AND SHE CAN BE A BITCH!



Thursday, November 14, 2013

WHAT'S IN A NAME?


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Again, this is fiction. Thanks for reading.
I don't know who released or edited Rob’s & Kristen’s baby-photos
 but @BearBernieTGC twitted it and, I, of course J retwitted it. 
Thank you, @BearBernieTGC.
Photo belongs to its rightful owner. 
No copyright infringement indented.
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Rob:
*Exclaims*  “George! That is a very noble name.  Very masculine.”

Kristen: 
*Dumbfounded*

Rob:

*Blabbers on*  “According to this book, George is a masculine name derived from Greek word which means tiller or earth worker or a farmer.  See?!  Hardworking.  That’s how my boy is going to be!” 

Kristen: 

“And it’s okay with you if people will call him Boy George?”

Rob:

?

Kristen:

“Babe?”

Rob:

!

Kristen:

*Smiles smugly*

Rob:

*Throws Kristen a knowing look* “Next!”

Kristen:

“That’s what I thought.”  *Giggles*

Rob:

*Leafs through the pages of the Baby Name book*  “How a about Christopher?  It says here that it’s the most popular name in England…”  *Thinks*  “This is wrong.  I bet there are more Roberts in England--- So, Honey?  What do you think?  We can put Jaymes as his middle name.  Christopher Jaymes Pattinson!”  *Smiles sweetly, sensing victory*

Kristen:

“C.J. for short?” *Raises eyebrow*

Rob:

“Yeah---Noooooooo!!!” *Scratches head and mumbles*  “My son will never be called CJ!”

Kristen:

*Laughs*  “I think I like it!  Christopher Jaymes.  CJ for short.”

Rob:

“Shut up.”  *Goes back to reading the baby name book.

Kristen:

“How about a girl’s name?”

Rob:

“For my son?!?  No fucking way!”

Kristen:

*Slaps Rob’s tummy*  “The fuck, Rob?  I meant finding a girl’s name in case we’re having a girl.”

Rob:

*Fist pumps*  “Now we’re even”  *Mumbles* “Boy George… CJ…”

Kristen:

“How about John? Or Richard.  Either my dad’s name or yours.  Maybe both.  What do you think, babe?”

Rob:

“For a girl’s name?!  Kristen, I love you but I’m going to fight you with this.  We’re not naming our daughter John no matter how much we love your dad.

Kristen:

*Guffaws*  “I meant for our son!”

Rob:

“I think hormones playing with your memory, baby.  You just said we’re going to look for a girl’s name.”  *Smiles*

Kristen:

“Let me rephrase that then.  How about if we name our son John or Richard?

Rob:

“You’re kidding, right?”

Kristen:

“No.  I’m asking you.”

Rob:

“You know that the nickname for Richard is Dick, right?  So when his dick wants to go pee, he goes to the john.  Get it?  Dick?  John?  So, my answer is no.

Kristen:

*Nods vehemently*

Rob:

“How about a name that starts with the letter B?  You know, Bear, Bernie, Ba---”

Kristen:

*Snorts*  “Great.  Our son will continue our pet-naming legacy.”

Rob:

*Sighs*  “How about we just wait for him to name himself.”

Kristen:

*Sniggers*  “Seriously?  What are we going to name him for the time-being.”

Rob:

“Baby Boy.”

Kristen:

“And if at age 2 he wants to be called, Batman?”

Rob:

“Then he’s going to be Batman Pattinson.”

Kristen:

“And if he wants to be called Claudia?”

Rob:
*Takes deep breaths*  “Fine.”  *Goes back flipping the pages of the book* ----- *Stops*  “I got it.  We’re naming our son, “Robert Thomas Douglas Pattinson II… There.  Done.  RTD2 for short!”

Kristen:

*Hugs her man*  “I agree.”

Rob:

“Now that that’s done… What’s next in our agenda?” *Uses sexy voice, then, starts nibbling his baby’s earlobe*

Kristen:

“I need to go pee!”

Rob:

*Guffaws*

Kristen:

*Kisses her man, gets up… then runs to the bathroom*

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

THE ROYALS OF LA COUNTY

FICTION
PHOTOS USED BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER/S.  
NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED.  PROMISE.

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Rob, Jr.
Age:  5
Kindergarten
The “Show” of his “Show & Tell” item:  BK’s Paper Crown
… And this was "The Tell” part:


Whenever Daddy’s job takes him far, far away, he talks to me man to man and tells me that I am the King of our family while he’s gone.   My main job’s to make sure that Mommy; my brothers, DJ & Mac; and our four-legged family member are okay.  To make it official, Daddy took me to Burger King last night and… HE GOT ME THIS!!!  *Shows off his BK paper crown & puts it on his head*

Yes.  At the moment, I am the King.

Of course, Mommy is the Queen.  My brothers and I are the princes.  Daddy said that Kings rule the land; just like in the story books the he and mommy sometimes read to us.

*Stops, furrows brows*

But in my house, I think the King’s job is mainly to make sure the Queen is happy.  Daddy always says, “RJ, don’t make mommy upset,” or “RJ, do what mommy tells you, hurry!”  Daddy very rarely says no to mommy.  He loves mommy’s cupcakes and pies too much.  But I think he just loves mommy a lot, a lot, a lot.  Duh!  I get it.  I love mommy a whole bunch, too.  So do my brothers, I’m 100% sure.  Even I couldn’t say no to mommy. 

Aunt Lindsey says that none of us, Mommy’s men, can say “no” to her.  She says that we, the Pattinsons, are all whipped!  She could be right, you know.  When mommy bakes apple pie--- and, boy, does she make the best apple pie in the whole, wide world--- then, she puts whipped cream on top, and it’s just so delicious.  Or when she makes me hot cocoa drink and adds in whipped cream… I’m whipped!  Well, I think that’s what Aunt Lindsey mean.  So yeah, I’m truly whipped.  Just like daddy.

*Ponders*

I think it’s also The Look.  There’s just something in the way mommy looks at you when she means business or when she’s mellow.  I don’t get it because Daddy has green eyes too.  I got green eyes!  Whenever mommy yells:   “RJ, go brush your teeth. NOW!”  Boy, do I run faster than Edward Cullen when she uses her mommy-firm-voice and flashing you The Look.  But then again, when she says, “Sweetie, pick up your toys, please,” in such a loving way, then flashing you The Look… a different one, but it’s still A Look nonetheless… I get up even before she mutters the word, “please.” 

This morning, Daddy left for Canada.  He said he will be gone for 8 days. *Shows 8 fingers*  Mommy was so sad.  She even cried!  She always does whenever daddy’s off to work.  Daddy tickled her to make her laugh and said mommy’s crying because of mormons.  Mommy giggled and said that it’s daddy’s fault she pregnant again!  Sometimes, mommy and daddy’s talk are just weird.  

*Thinks*

I guess I get it now.  My daddy is from England.  When grandma and grandpa come to visit I see how grandpa takes care of my grandma.  I’ve never seen grandma put whipped cream on grandpa’s coffee--- So I cannot say that grandpa is whipped. I’m pretty sure though that grandma rules their home!

*Thinks harder* 

I get it!  England is ruled by the Queen.  I know this.  Daddy explained it to me.  Yeah!  That’s why at home, even though Daddy is the King, Mommy rules! *Claps* Whew!  I get it now. 

*Realizes something*

Oh, boy… Mommy and Daddy said that we will be welcoming my baby sister in two months.  Bummer!  We’re scrooge! She’s gonna rule us, too!

*Sighs, then, beams like his daddy*

But until then, teacher and classmates, I am the King of the Pattinson Household.  I got daddy's phone number on speed dial in my cellphone; just in case mommy cries again from missing daddy.  I'll demand daddy to come home if he's being away will make mommy very, very sad... I miss him already, too.  But, I have a job to do and I'll make Daddy proud.  The end!




Sunday, November 10, 2013

RAGING HORMONES


LIKE ALL MY WORK, THIS IS FICTION...
OR NOT SO FICTION (I WISH?) LOL...
PICTURES TAKEN BY PAPZ...
NOT MINE!
OH, NO! AND HERE I AM USING THESE PICS!
FORGIVE ME.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

BREAKING-UP IS HARD TO DO…


*FICTION*


A big fight erupted at the Casa de Stewart-Pattinson. Both were fuming and couldn’t see reason. No one wanted to apologize or admit he/she is at fault. It’s been days since they last talked and the tension could be felt from miles away.

Finally, the two came to a conclusion that something had to be done:

Rob:            “This has to stop!”

Kristen:        “You’re right.”

Rob:            “I want everything back.”

Kristen:        “Oh, I agree.”

Rob:            “I want all my T-shirts and boxers back.”

Kristen:        “Fine. You gotta give me back my thongs.”

Rob:            “Just to be clear. I’ve never worn them. I just--- um--- kept them for
the… um… for the scent!”

Kristen:        “Whatever. I want them back.  I want every pie, every cupcake,
every dish I so painstakingly prepared for you…”

Rob:            “Fine. I want the trips back.”

Kristen:        “What?”

Rob:            “Well, when I took you to London to meet my parents and friends.
The New Years at Isles of Wight… I want them all returned to
me!”

Kristen:        “Then, I want all the visits to grandma in Colorado be given back
to me as well… And, I want the strip tease performances…

Rob:            “Oh yeah?  Then, I want all lovemaking, hard fuck, soft fuck,
kinky couplings, and all foreplay back!  Pronto!”

Kristen:        “Fuck!  You’re so…soooo… selfish!  I want every kiss, every caress,
every touch be delivered back to me; just the way I gave them to
you!”

Rob:            “Fine!  Here’s my down payment!”  *grabs Kristen, puts arms
around her tightly and practically shoved his mouth on hers and
kissed her hardly, tongue included… sucking her mouth like there’s no tomorrow.”

Kristen:        *Moans*  “Do you want your hard fuck back?”

Rob:            *Groans*  “Abso-fucking-lutely!” 

                   ***The couple undressed each other quite ferociously”****

***Four hours later (wink), Rob has collected 1 hard fuck, 2 soft fucks, and 1 love-making.  Kristen has gotten back .001% of kisses, caresses, and touches.***

Rob:            *Panting*  “Be ready to surrender the kinky stuff in 15 minutes!”

Kristen:        *Raises eyebrow*  “While you’re recuperating, why don’t you
perform a strip tease.  I need them back, you know!”

Rob:            *Eyes her… then smiles.  Slowly, he tenderly ran his fingers on her
face.  “You’re so beautiful.”

Kristen:        *Sighs*  “You just have to be sappy, huh.”  *Then, a lone tear
stubbornly burst from each of her green, green eyes*

Rob:            *Leans to kiss the tears away.*  “I was wrong.”

Kristen:        *Wraps her arm around Rob’s and drops a kiss on his chest* 
“You’re only human.”  *Smiles*

Rob:            *Chuckles*  “So, it’s my fault, then?”

Kristen:        *Nods*  “Now you admit it.”

Rob:            *Holds Kristen tightly to him*  “I love you.”

Kristen:        *Looks up to Rob*  “So, you want all your stuff back?”

Rob:            *Laughs*  “Oh, I got it all back, babe!”  *Winks at Kristen*

Kristen:        *Nods*  “I got it all back, too!  So?”

Rob:            “So?”

Kristen:        “We’re never breaking-up, are we?”

Rob:            “Never!  We have plenty of… um…stuff… to return to each other if we do.”

Kristen:        “Stuff, huh?”  *laughs*

Rob:            *Laughs*  “Yes, stuff!  And speaking of stuff, I need those kinky sex stuff right about now!”

Kristen:        “I love you!”

Rob:            “I know.”  *Starts taking back those hot, kinky stuff…*



Bear:           “And that is why and how, sometime next year, we’re going to have a baby master.”

Bernie/Jella:          “Owwwww….”