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littleladylord ([info]littleladylord) wrote,
@ 2012-09-12 03:12:00


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She'd ordered from the catalog some time back. Good investment, after all, considering where the profits went. And a good investment, y'know, for the other thing too if she had to...sort some stuff out.

But she'd left them in the packaging. She hadn't had the nerve.

Finally, she sat fidgeting one night after dinner. "Um, weird question, Beautiful?"

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[info]godownswinging
2012-09-12 11:19 pm UTC (link)
She shifts the blindfold a bit so her girl is still blinded, but can hear. "Rest now, my little pumpkin."

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[info]littleladylord
2012-09-12 11:21 pm UTC (link)
There's a barely-audible affirming sound as she does, drifting off a little.

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