| Shuck Away, Baby, and Start Slurpin' [tag: Open] |
[31 May 2014|01:37pm] |
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Generally speaking, Taweret left New Orleans and the place Bes kept there to himself. Generally speaking. She trusted that he didn't get up to any funny business that was going to require her to hit him with a foam pool noodle -and she had one –even bought a second one now that she wrote Loki's name one for when he was getting out of line. She trusted that that when debauchery came to the French Quarter, which it did, that the only thing straying were his eyes. He was married, not dead, and she certainly didn't keep from appreciating a nice firm male buttocks that wandered by. ( It was the lack of acting on those glances that she expected. )
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