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Lola: Cry Baby
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Sunday, May 24, 2009. There she go talkin' her mess. All around town makin' me stress. I need to get this off my chest. Know you really don't wanna step to dis. Really don't know why you talkin' shit. You 'bout to catch one right in the lip. It's about to be a what? Nice going Lola. But see the connection? I could not look at them. The string broke and spilled the beads over the worn wood floor, little round beads scattered. like my thoughts and the remants of my broken heart. I had swallowed that hurt.
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Lola: July 2009
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Sunday, July 5, 2009. I have done things in the last month that turn my stomach. I have lied to protect a man who did not search for me. I have been abused in his name. The Professor, having known him on earth where he was a weaker man, was easy for me to manipulate. Agrippa never would have thought I had it in me. But I do, I did. He would have gone mad with worry for me. .right? I am going to unchain you today Lola, but you are not to leave this room.". Had he left to go find me? Was he far away now?
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Lola: A bigger picture
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Thursday, June 18, 2009. By now he would all of the island searching for me. Because he loved me, because I was special. I was his sweet little girl. Take her below and get her cleaned up." He snapped at one of the rowers, men captured in a raid surely and used now as slaves. I felt thick hands on my body and was thrown uselessly over a shoulder. I had never felt so helpless. Two things happened on my way to the bath that changed everything, that made my emotions intensify. The dust between us.
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Lola: House wife, no more?
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Thursday, May 28, 2009. House wife, no more? Today I baked cupcakes. In actual tea cups because Gor didn't have muffin tins and what is up with that? So I baked cupcakes and frosted them with pink and yellow butter cream frosting and added pretty purple and white sprinkles. I was terribly pleased with my accomplishment. I set them out over the counter in a pretty little display and then brushed my hands on the pink and white gingham apron I was wearing. Are you nauseous yet? To bake cupcakes. Hmm. I lean...
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Lola: Alone, in a crowd.
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009. Alone, in a crowd. No one hears me when I sneak down to the basement and lock myself in that room. That room scares me so much yet I keep coming back to it. I keep touching everything there, running my fingers over the netal and the leather and mostly the silk. I fall asleep there, The key in the lock, the chains still as stone and my naked body wrapped up in the heat of. this room. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The dust between us. Marked by the weight. You are my eternal.
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Lola: Reflections
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Sunday, May 24, 2009. Written just before we left Port Kar. That was about a year ago now. I am still the shop girl, the beer fetcher, the sex toy and the comfort of Agrippa. I am the slave of Agrippa. I am the happiest barbarian slave there ever was. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The dust between us. Marked by the weight. You are my eternal. Filling me up to. Every mile is only. I refuse the divide! You are my. my. Every mile is only dust. 2009 C.A. For Him. Pieces to my Puzzles. Port Cos, Turn 9.
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Lola: Spoils of War
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Sunday, May 24, 2009. I was in the garden this morning, pulling up the dandelions that kept trying to choke the roses that grew wild along the western wall. Agrippa had walked past the doors, I had left them thrown open. He smiled at me and I straightened up, brushing a sunny tendril from my face, I left a streak of dirt there and he chuckled at me. I blushed. Be a good girl Lola.". I knew very few things and they were thusly. 1 The Professor was at fault. 2 The Professor owned me. There was a body betwe...
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Lola: Dance with me
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009. Till the end of love. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The dust between us. Marked by the weight. You are my eternal. Filling me up to. Every mile is only. I refuse the divide! You are my. my. Every mile is only dust. 2009 C.A. For Him. Pieces to my Puzzles. Port Cos, Turn 9. Agrippa Pontus Port Cos. Gaining the Professors Trust. Alone, in a crowd. Like somebodys watching me. Where my love grows.
