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Our very own Zero Boss is on the cover! Congrats Jay, but dude where did your kids get all that cuteness?
The magazine is put together by a very nice mommy and she has her own blog too. She is MOM & Pop Culture. Please go visit her site. Thanks Lizbeth Finn-Arnold and her huge staff! Actually she works alone and does a great job. Go and check out the Dads & Grads issue!
I made my school paper one time, the article about me was titled "Joke of an Essay". I didn't give them permission to repost my essay called "Bees", and it wasn't ment to be funny, but it was nice to see it in the paper.
Remember that girl who has been using Dooce's pregnancy photos as her own???
She's been found out!! She's using them again!!!
Genuine: I'm staying anonymous okay?
http://mystical1979.blogharbor.com/blog/SeeMe
comment by Anon at 11:11 AM on 06.01.04
Congratulations Genuine!! That was a wonderful story, and one I'm sure many fathers can relate to. My husbands first time was more mustardy than yours, LOL, and although it was 8 1/2 years ago we still remember it like it was yesterday :)
As usual...always coming in on a weird moment. To see I AM A MOM written from a guy is a little alarming but always funny. Can't wait to read the rest of what I've missed. Glad to hear that things are going great on your end! Missed the read but will definitely be catching up. ;-)
The saying goes "You learn something new everyday". I have seen a few people sum up what they learned during the week. I have learned something that cannot wait for a week ending wrap-up. This is something that must be broadcast now for the safety of all.
If ever eating really HOT chicken wings, please remember this, always wash your hands before you go into the bathroom to go potty. Guys, this is a specific lesson for you! It gives a whole new meaning to the chicken dance!
I also... uhhhh... hear... yeah, that's it... I hear that it's also a good idea for men to make sure all the hot wing sauce is off their hands before indulging in a little after-dinner hanky panky with their lady. The lady would appreciate it. Forgetting this step can bring a whole new meaning to "you're making me HOT."
Like Westley said to Buttercup. Due to the overwhelming request for pictures of the work I have done in the back yard and because all of you need visual stimulation, here I post a picture of my work. Please enjoy.
How could this happen twice? The votes have been counted the chad's have been extracted, and we have another tie.
James 14
Michael 14
C'mon people Aidan needs a middle name! Let's try this again with some heart huh? Please vote your heart not your head. Wait, that's what I did for the last election.......oooh I almost got political!
I really think Aiden Michael has a better flow to it. How does it sound if you are yelling it with authority? Much better than Aiden James. Seriously, try it out!
Michael is ok, but it's like having a kids name forever, and maybe he would like people to take him serious one day, but if it's a middle name then it's not that bad.
I still like James better for a middle name because it sounds better, and people would take him serious, and he wont lose his job so easy in the future compared to a Michael who could lose his job for burning the burgers.
I guess I will have to place my vote...I gotta say that Aidan Michael has a better ring to it..I tried to see if it would work, you know in that irritated tone of voice you get with your kids...and it worked better than Aidan James!
Michael is my vote!
Well i have one cousin named Michael and one named James. James is a typical spoiled rich kid jerk, Michael is a nice kid... I vote for Michael but that is really just cuz I like the sound of Aiden Michael best.
I vote James, but only if you promise to call him "Jimbo".
If you use Michael, his initials will be A. M. and someone will surely begin to call him "Morning". With Aidan James, you can call him A.J. which sounds very Little League pitcher cool.
Can someone please tell me where I can get one of the programs where you can cut and paste things from photos? I am wanting to cut and paste my picture next to a beautiful super model type. You know the kind? Then I could send you all Christmas cards with me and a hottie!
AAAWWW, *wiping away tears*
Thanks I needed that today!
comment by MrsG at 10:09 AM on 05.28.04
what an awesome photo! and you are a a sweet hubby -- especially if you're being nice to be nice and not because you did/didn't do/say something stupid!
See, that's the difference in a couple of weeks of pregnancy. My wife would have responded, "What to you mean this is the BEST you could do? You think you could do better??!!" **sound of door slamming and crying **
The good news is that the contractions have already started.
PS -- what's with the comments on the main page? Dog rape? Incest rape? Are you the unlucky duck to be bombarded with SPAM on your blog? Some people need to have the puter removed if they can't use it nicely, IMO.
I'm with Lee here... lovely post but you are soooo IN THE BOX for saying the best you could do so far!!!
Consider yourself bitchslapped by a woman who carried 4 babies!!!
Mrs G... you know I love you sweetie, and by god! I will fight your corner!! You are beautiful, smart, and radient right now (and I just saw you last night!) ~ and you are doing a fantastic thing with that body of yours! xx
When is your supermodel expecting? And make sure you get one good picture of your beautiful wife while she is good and pregnant. She will curse you up and down and try and wrap the camera strap around your neck while hitting the delete photo button over and over, but in five years you'll want one good picture of each pregnancy, just so you can remember these glorious days.
I use both Photoshop and paintshop pro. Don't really know what to do with either one but the experts say Paintshop Pro is easier for the layperson to use and it's certainly cheaper so...I'd recommend that one. Their site is at www.jasc.com
I am not sure we here in Colorado have the Cicada problem that is plaguing the east. My problem seems to be that my house is infested with Yabuts. For those of you that don’t know anything of this vermin I should probably share an example of its devastation.
Me: Get in bed!
Her: Yabut I wanted to ask you something.
Me: What?
Her: I have to go potty.
Me: You just went potty.
Her: Yabut I have to go again.
Me: No, go to bed!
Her: Yabut I’m thirsty.
Me: No, go to bed.
Her: Yabut Mommy said I could.
Me: Mommy is not here.
Her: Yabut if she was here I could get a drink.
Me: I’m counting to three!
Her: Yabut can I have a drink first?
How do you fight against these Yabuts? Are they on a cycle of every four years?
Well. "I want to go potty" in my country means "I want to go mental". So if someone said that to me I would be thinking of the nearest nuthouse, not a toilet! ;-)
I thought I was the only one hearing those damn things. I find threats work well. I tell her she will loose all things good and pure to her if she says "Yabut" again. It only works about 25% of the time, though.
Personally, I would rather deal with the Cicadas. At least they disappear for a few years. Once the Yabuts infest your home, they are impossible to get rid of.
In our house they're called umdaddies, as in, "Umdaaaaaaaady? I needa go potty." "Umdaaaaaaady? You fix me a bottle? DAAAAAADY!!!! You. Fix. Me. Bottle!!!!!!!"
Veda has a bad infestation, and they flare up badly at bedtime.
LOL...my house has it bad with ohmanmom's syndrome
"ohmanmom! Why can't I just..." , "ohmanmom, so n so can why can't I??"
I found that threatening to take their favorite things away works very well. Oh grounding them from doing something they love to do. That's why I allow them to have what they really like so I can threaten them with it later...hehehehe...works great!
Let's swap some manly stories and in the morning I'm making waffles! I took this from debby! I can't believe they used the word "genuinly" and then spelled it wrong!
i'm a princess Excerpt: I found this little quiz over at Genuine's place :) You are PRINCESS FIONA! You're kind, compassionate, and see people for who they really are. What Shrek Character Are You? brought to you by Quizilla... Weblog: the rogue angel Tracked: May 26, 2004 06:58 PM
It's Not Easy Being Green Excerpt: you are SHREK! you're a bit antisocial, but onceyou get close to someone, they find out you'rea big sweetie! what shrek character are you? brought to you by Quizilla snagged from Genuine... Weblog: gipsy's musings Tracked: May 27, 2004 12:02 PM
In a nut shell... Excerpt: ...and see, when she's being all rude and ogrely? Well, that's me too!!! you are PRINCESS FIONA! you're kind andcompassionate, and see people for who theyreally are. what shrek character are you? brought to you by Quizilla Weblog: Amber... BamberBoo Tracked: May 30, 2004 06:36 AM
Hey honey, I'm like an onion, I have layers. Nah...parfait everyone likes parfait!
comment by MrsG at 03:43 PM on 05.26.04
ME! SHREK!
comment by milehighcyn at 03:54 PM on 05.26.04
I have no official comment on who you are but I am the Princess Fiona!
I did this earlier today on someone else's site (oh dear, senility is setting in or I am officially reading too many blogs; I can't remember where I saw it) and I am apparently quite the antisocial ogre, but so great once you get to know me. All of that was right on except the part where I'm better once you know me. ;)
I got Shrek. Not bad I suppose, I've always thought the dinner setup was one of the most beautiful things in the world: eating alone, peacefully, candlelight, no rush, no worries, just calm and reserved, and happy. I'm weird.
Go over and tell him what you think the genre of your blog is and maybe we could come up with some fun categories.
Jay has aptly named our (as in he and I) genre as “Goofy Guys With Kids”.
We were discussing the popularity of some blogs and why their popularity has reached their levels. At this point he broke off into what I believe is a Hindu level of hierarchy in the world type analogy and I had one of my moments of the giggles. I had asked Jay why he felt Dooce was such a popular blog in the blogging community, I mean beside the fact she is an excellent writer and very talented. Then we discussed her style of not allowing comments on her site, and the fact that she rarely is seen visiting or commenting on other sites. I must confess I have no proof of this but she hasn’t visited my site nor left comment, which in itself is amazing self control.
Jay went on to say that he thought that she was the opposite of me, perhaps the Anti-Genuine. I hope what he meant was I read everyone’s blogs about 110 times a day and leave comments wherever I go. I guess he could have meant that I was just not very popular.
I think I’ll contact Dooce and ask her permission to use her name in a new tagline, something like:
“Genuine.........the Dichotomy of Dooce” or maybe the ever popular “Genuine.......the Antithesis of Dooce.”
As for name-dropping. I'm the most shameless. I explicitly put "Dooce" in the title of a post so it would bump up my rankings in Google for the term. I'm such a search engine slut.
And yeah, the blog ranking system I sent you used the names of the four levels of the Hindu caste system (Shudras, Vaishyas, Ksatriyas, Brahmins). Seemed relevant somehow.
I've been trying to think of my genre ever since I read that post at Zero Boss this morning. You people are so demanding!! First Kym wants to know my blogging PURPOSE and Zoot wants to know HOW BLOGGING HAS CHANGED MY LIFE and now I have to come up with a genre??? Geez. It's like having extra kids, I tell ya.
I was thinking on it, you can see my comment over there.... *Sigh* my purpose and how it's changed my life... those are whole blog in themselves... and I'm so busy with my other posts... grrr. ;)
btw, tomorrow is Weds. and I haven't seen it yet... did I miss it, or are we behind deadline again? ;)
You and Jay have tapped into something very fun and very cool-- you guys are definitely in your own super hip genre. And the way you described the dooce thing about no comments no visitations made me think of that line in Age of Innocence where Elena Olenska says to Newland that maybe the van der Luydens are so "it" because they never go out and entertain so rarely. But I think she's so popular cause people love her and she's so searingly honest and funny and has her own voice.
DUDE! Dooce is my hero. I would marry her if she wasn't already married... well, and a woman, but you get what I mean.
I have written 3 times (stalker-ish kinda) about some fairly serious stuff. Even about someone stealing her pregnant belly photos and caliming they were her...but I never got a response so good luck man... good luck.
Genuine, I think if you look closely at "popular" bloggers like Dooce you will see that most of them have been at it for years, meaning that (1) They've had time to build their readership and (2) They have been consistently "good" in order to keep their readers loyal. My goal is to be a blogging "survivor", that is to "hold out the longest" in the hope of still being here when the others crash and burn. I think some of us couldn't walk away anyway even if we wanted to (look at Mindy). I only started blogging one year ago, and even that is not a long time in "blogging years." Remember, Rome was not built in a day.
I agree with Lizbeth: I reckon part of Dooce's popularity is to do with having sustained good-quality writing for quite a long period of time. But that's a good point too about her reticence from involving herself in the blogging community - it just adds to her attraction!
Charlie Chaplin is one of the great silent stars and of course was instrumental in begining what we now know as Hollywood today. What I did not know was he was also a pretty good composer of music. I thought I would ask all of you to join me wherever you are and show us those chicklets!
(Please right click and save as or you will lose some chicklets)
Staying with the Hollywood theme, I need to thank Mindy for getting me something off my wishlist. Where is my wish list you ask? I think its number 332 on the list of things to get accomplished. To think we were gonna shoot the dog.....well we didn't...did we?
Thanks Mindy! Now if I could only find a yellow jump suit with a girl like that in it!
When you go on vacation, you sleep in strange beds and you live in different places. It's always good to come home to your own bed and your small world of comfort. I like to be home where I am safe and I can be me. I am home now, refreshed and ready to tackle the world. Actually Mrs. G put it in better terms, "you're going into blog withdrawals aren't you?"
Without further adieu, let's announce the winner of the naming poll for Genuine Baby.
Aidan wins with not quite a landslide, but enough to be the delegate for the naming committee.
Your choice now is for middle names. I did not want to skew the results for the first name by adding into the mix the the middle name, but here are your choices to go with Aidan. Please place your votes and we will have our candidate for the Genuine Baby Name. To be submitted to Mrs. G for her consideration.
1. MacLeod
2. James
3. Michael
4. Wolfgang Petersen
5. Logan
All of these are family names which have there own importance. All except Wolfgang which is my favorite and Logan, which was the second place finisher.
Aiden James... clean and manly. I have a thing about first and middle names not having the same number of syllables, too... most baby naming books I read said names flow better when the syllables vary, and I was brainwashed, I guess.
I say Aiden James or Micheal... Logan rhymes too much and Wolfgang will only cause him pain... (By constantly getting his butt kicked) and I'm not too fond of MacLeod, really... Sorry...
Also, try yelling each of them together, and see which rolls off the tongue the best...
I vote for Aidan Michael. Of course I'm kind of biased for Michael because of of my hubby, M. :o) My second choice would be #4. I'm all about original and unique names!
I like either James or Michael...cause I'm a traditional kind of gal. Wow, the time is getting close til he arrives - how exciting!
P.S. I found out that blogspot links will only work if the "www." is eliminated. When you have a sec, could you please update my link on your "The Court" list? Pretty please? Thanks!
I like Aidan James, because it goes great with your last name!
Aidan Michael doesn't go good with you last name because it's like a tongue twister. I tried to say it over and over to get it right but I gave myself a headache.
Michael is my solid favorite for a mans name. My husband is James Michael, everyone has always called him Michael. That said, my dad is James ~ and for that reason as well as others, I am partial to that name too. For Aiden? I'd vote Michael. No...James. Geez, both have a nice Irish ring to me, but I think Aiden James flows better.
MacLeod, definitely definitely MacLeod, without a shadow of a doubt! It'll be more unusual than the other names, and a good link to the bairn's heritage as well. It's really common here in Scotland to have a surname as a middlename - for girls as well as boys incidentally - so I vote MacLeod!
Michael, being the archangel and defender/protector!!
comment by milehighcyn at 07:41 AM on 05.27.04
Aidan James! I too was on vacation, sadly I was too addicted NOT to blog. In a desparate attempt for a fix, I obtained a free internet trial sothat I could Blog from Sunny Florida . Home now. Thanks for your good advise to Theresa.
Alot like working while on vacation, you guys are gonna make me blog this weekend. As I type this, I am 37 visits from 10,000. If you happen to be the 10,000th visitor, If you could send a screen capture, that would be really cool. If not no big deal. Remember, 10K gets a prize from me! Good Luck!
Hey you know whats cooler then all of the numbers mentioned above?! Number 10129!!!!!! (p/s I like prizes - hint hint hint) I mean COME ON its so predictable to hand something out to number 10,000 (not to mention the fact that you went and mentioned it you know greedy folks were hitting refresh over and over to get to 10,000 *rolls eyes*) but never number 10129. Poor 10129, has such a bad rep. *sniffle*. lol.
As I sit her clicking this mouse in time with the clock behind me, I have realized that I am a changed person. It used to be that I would not sleep and stare at the ceiling, rembering the day and running through my mind the next days' events. Now I sit and stare at this computer screen wondering what I have written and contemplating what to write.
I really had no idea what I was getting into when I first began this journey of writing. I certainly did not expect the outpouring of hearts and minds of the people I would meet and get to know on a personal level. Those that I have met have touched my heart and mind in ways too difficult to put to words. I have learned more about the human spirit in the nearly three months of writing Genuine than I have in years of wandering aimlessly at work and in circles of my friends and family. I have learned of thoughts of countrymen, and thoughts of people around the world.
The blogging community makes this planet seem small by joining people and lives that otherwise would not have met and would not have shared. I have laughed with you, cried with some, and in my own way hopefully have made some feel these same thoughts in the Genuine journey.
With all of the rewards I have reaped over the past few months, there comes a great price. I have seen this happen, heard it happen, and I too have experienced the cost of blogging. We all must re-evaluate our path once it has been chosen to see if we have been wise or whether there are other forks in the road that would be better suited for us. For this need of reflection I will be taking some time away. You may all feel free to contact me via email, as I will continue to want to know your thoughts and the things that happen that must be shared by friends. For a few days at least, I will be on blogging vacation.
Stopping by to say goodbye, my friend. I can't handle the pressure and have just decided to quit all together. I need more time and energy for home and family, and a spouse who doesn't understand the computer can be used for more than internet porn. LOL
God bless the Genuine family and good luck with baby G!
comment by Isabella at 06:13 AM on 05.21.04
"We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return to us as results."
-Herman Melville
Being human sometimes really does suck, doesn't it?
I know what you mean, the blogging community is an incredible one. Never before have I been so overwhelmed by people's support and caring. I'll never forget it.
Enjoy your break, but I'll miss you! Take care! *hugs*
A break is good every now and then. Gives you a chance to recharge and come back with a renewed energy. Take the time you need hon. You will be missed but we understand. Take care and I will be thinking of you and the Genuine family.
It's so strange. Even though we are related I feel I have gotten to know you better in the last 3 months than in the 14 years of being in your family. I really have enjoyed the experience. Love to all XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
A step back is never a bad idea...I will miss your blog but hopefully this time away will leave you reguvinated and give you mucho stuff to write about....until we meet again I wish only good things for you :)
Take a breath and relax, Genuine. You have a brilliant mind and are very witty, but still you are human and have to rest. Everyone loves you and we look forward to you getting the rest you need.
I keep wondering why my phone in the office does not ring when the others ring. I found out why. For some reason it won't keep a charge. Apparently, Genuine Boy has been charging his phone and mine is dead.
I bet his phone doesn't make a stupid static sound and then let you hear about .75 of a second of some random call on the network every time you make a friggin phone call like my AT&T Wireless phone. So there! :-P
Well it is Hump Day, and I can't think of a better time to release Chapter 4 upon all of you that have been waiting so patiently. I hope not to disappoint. This chapter was somehow more difficult than the rest. Of course it could have been the bout with insomnia, something I'm not sure is completely cured. Hence the posint of this on humday at 12:17 a.m.
Please enjoy Chapter 4. If I can get Mindy's help, I will begin to combine the chapter buttons on the Links to Begin to compact these for easier reading. I must also thank the managing editor for the novel as it unfolds, Autumn. She very cleverly made a new layout for her site which I personally think is a gem, but then again, I love that movie! The rest of you, and you know which ones you are have all been an inspiration.
Finally, I thank Mrs G. She has been so patient and so understanding as I sit here in my office hours at a time to enjoy this outlet. She is so understanding and makes me feel loved in different ways everyday. Honey, I love you.
He stepped from the shower a bit more refreshed than when he had entered. His head was still somewhat in a fog, but he felt alive again. He thought of Angelica and felt it would be good to wake her for the meeting with the client. He went to rouse her from her slumber, and she was gone. She had slipped away while he was in the shower. No note or any sign that she had been there.
“I sent her on her way”, said the voice from the corner where he had fallen asleep.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said reeling from the shock of her unexpected presence. She was dressed very professionally and he could only focus on her stare.
“I haven’t time for your antics this morning Brock. Be dressed and in the lobby in 15 minutes. I will be with you at the meeting. Angelica is already on her way there.”
He stepped closer to the middle of the room to get a better look at Natasha’s face. As he stepped closer, he noticed her eyes widen as she saw him and heard the slightest intake of breath. She had seen the scar where the bullet had entered his body. Its discoloration made her begin to look away, but she wanted to see him. She looked into his eye to keep from seeing the damage to his otherwise perfect muscular body.
“So you knew about her then?” he said, suddenly wanting to find out more about the reasons behind the cloak and dagger approach to introducing them.
“She needed a test. I wanted to see something that could give me some hope that you could use this girl without her getting you or her killed.” Her voice trailed off knowing that a fragment of trust had been breached since she had not told Brock of his partner. “She is the perfect match for helping us infiltrate the Columbians. She speaks the language and she looks the part.” She went on to explain. She knew that pairing Brock with this beautiful woman would be the best for the mission but she begged in her mind to know what had happened that night they were alone. Did she have this man she so much had longed for.
“How does she fit in with me?” Brock asked. “I mean what do I need her for?” He was now somewhat teasing realizing that she kept looking at him and then the bed and back at him.
“You’ll need an interpreter and she knows both French and Spanish. This operation will need two of you. Once we reach Zermatt, we will be attending a party at the hotel there and the members of the cartel have also been invited to that party. I’ll explain more once we meet the client.”
“And you, what is your role in all of this?” He said wondering if she would be part of this operation. Wanting her, no, needing her to take the part of Angelica.
He was now watching her as she began to look more intently from his eyes down to his muscular chest that had droplets of water still running from his wet hair. He could see her look further down to the muscles that had been forged by numerous workouts, and then she reached the towel and quickly went to his face again trying not to be distracted by his Adonis form.
“I am the bait. They know who I am but do not know you or Angelica. I’m you smoke screen. They’ll be watching me and not you.”
Suddenly hearing her as bait did not make him feel very confident about this mission. He wanted to reach for her to embrace her and to let her know his feelings. He was frozen, and knew not how to express the feeling of his heart wanting to jump out of his chest. He could feel his chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace now. “Oh I too will be watching you gorgeous”. She had a bit of a smirk. His charm had found a chink in her armor.
“I’ll meet you at the bank.” She turned and walked out leaving him standing in his towel. He looked in disgust at the ceiling.
He felt cold as he watched her close the door. He pulled his towel from his waist throwing it against the mirror where he saw himself. This was a feeling he often had when things were not in his control. He emotions were becoming a weak link. He would have to take this mission over and be the leader or else he could not feel confident. He would have to hurry to be to the meeting on time.
***
At the bank, she crossed the lobby and headed for the conference room where she knew the ambassador would be waiting. She could not stop thinking of him standing there in his towel, wet from the shower. The scar from his wound caused her to lose her train of thought and she was feeling those same thoughts she had while seeing him lying in her arms on the pavement in Barbados.
She wanted to know what had happened the night before but it would show a weakness in her ability to set aside her emotions. She tried to wipe her mind clean of the things that must have happened in his room that night. A twinge of jealousy crossed her mind as she saw Angelica across the room. They made eye contact, and then she turned to the stairs, as Angelica entered the elevator to the second floor.
She took the stairs two at a time so she could arrive before Angelica. She wanted to be in the room to introduce her to the ambassador. She grabbed for the handle of the conference room door and then she hears over her shoulder the elevator arrive. She shuts the door behind her and turned to see the room full of gentlemen in suits and they all rose when she entered.
“Be seated gentlemen” she commanded. She knew how to take charge of a room. Just as they were lowering themselves into their chairs, Angelica entered the room. Again they all snapped to attention at the site of a woman entering the room.
“Again gentlemen, let’s get underway shall we? You have all met me, but I would like you to meet Angelica Lopez. Miss Lopez will accompany Mr. Barrington as his interpreter and personal secretary.” She said pointing Angelica to the chair nearest her.
“Gentlemen.” Angelica said softly as she sat crossing her legs.
Just then Brock came through the door. His hair somewhat wet, but he had now been dress in a freshly pressed shirt and had a cashmere sport jacket. He looked stunning as he crossed the room. He was charismatic and commanded a room like no other she had known. His powerful handshake with each of the men caught her eye. He was bold, yet very charming. She suddenly found herself staring not at the agent, but now at the man she had so much wanted to have. She looked down at her papers and began her introduction.
“Gentlemen, now that we have all had the pleasure to introduce ourselves, we must quickly get the groundwork completed. Our boat leaves for Montreux in 2 hours.” She immediately took control, and noticed that Brock was not looking at her. He was looking over at Angelica who was looking at him. They were staring intently at each other. “Brock, you will be our lead contact with the bank in Zermatt. Your job will be to help coordinate a transfer of funds from their sister bank in Zurich to the bank here in Geneva and then finally the funds will go to Zermatt. There, the funds will be turned over for the diamonds from Antwerp. These diamonds are what we will use to infiltrate the smuggling ring of the Colombians. You will take charge of the delivery and transfer. Is everyone clear on our roles?”
“Excuse me, Ms. Collins”, Brock started. “What exactly are the rules of engagement?” He asked looking still at Angelica. She knew he could not go without asking a question. She looked over at Angelica who was now beginning to blush. She found herself feeling the pangs of jealousy again.
“Rules?”
“Yes Ma’am, how are we to proceed? We are in Geneva after all. What rules of war are we to follow?” He said now and turned his cold piercing stare on Natasha. He did have a way of making her breathless.
She paused looking into his eyes, then quickly looking around the room. “The rules are to win Mr. Barrington. The ring we are going to infiltrate has provided the largest amount of drugs to Europe now for 20 years. Its time we have an upper hand in the war on drugs throughout the world. If we can weaken this stronghold here in Europe, we can drive them back where they came from and out of any country in the northern hemisphere.” She said almost standing on a soapbox.
“So we win? At any cost?”
She ignored his rhetorical question, and asked, “Mr. Klammer are we set to transfer the funds?”
“Yes, Ms. Collins.” Mr. Klammer was a quiet type and spoke only when spoken to, and only answered the question asked.
“Good, Mr. Barrington your boat is calling. You and Ms. Lopez should be headed to the harbor for your departure. I’ll be following to make sure that you are on this boat alone.” Natasha was staring at him now and beginning to feel as though she were invisible to him. “Everything you need is in this pouch,” she said as she tossed the envelope across to him and it slid over the conference room table. Again his stare did not leave Angelica as he caught the envelope before it reached the edge of the table. “That means now Mr. Barrington.” She glanced at Angelica and they both stood heading for the door.
“Are you coming sweets?” He said as he walked by Natasha. He had called Angelica sweets. Suddenly she felt a touch of anger.
“Brock be careful, we have know idea how strong they are in this region.” She coldly looked back at him but inside she could not help but notice his boyish grin and it warmed her heart. He was continuing this game of cat and mouse. It annoyed her and at the same time caused her to feel almost childish inside. Did he have to be so charming? She shook her head and began addressing other details of the mission.
***
Brock had watched her throughout the meeting and now they were underway to the harbor where they would catch a 4-hour boat ride to Montreux. Lunch would be served after embarkation. Then they would spend a few hours in Montreux and then they would get onto the Rhone Express. Their accommodations on the train would allow them to sleep before getting into the town of Zermatt at the base of the Matterhorn.
From their taxi on the way to the harbor they could see Mont Blanc in the distance and the view was spectacular. Brock was busy going over in his mind what he would do to deal with this young woman. She was to be his partner, an asset, but she could also be a negative.
“The views here are stunning”, he said as he continued to look at her. “I can never get used to the beauty.”
“Brock, about last night” she started.
“We’ll finish that thought later Angel”, he said giving her the slightest grin. “Our boat ride awaits”. He knew she wanted to explain her actions, but he knew that she had suffered from jet lag and that she was not used to drinking in the manner in which he had grown accustomed. The taxi ride was only a short distance, but he turned his eye on each car that passed and looked at each person standing on each corner. Looking for the clue that would let him know they were not alone.
They stepped from the taxi, and he quickly glanced for Natasha. She was not in sight, but he knew she could see him. He trusted her with his life. He put his arm around Angelica’s waist as they hopped aboard. They took up a place at the bow to get a view of Lake Geneva and the Jet D’eau. She put her hand on his shoulder and gently rested her head on his arm. She could feel his muscles through his jacket. Suddenly, she felt safe and was almost swept away.
“Shall we get ready for lunch then?” he asked, feeling her staring at him now. He needed to get her mind on the task at hand.
Jesus, what kind of black magic warlock are you... a sappy post in which you declare undying love for your wife, immediately followed by an offer of... well... anything from another gorgeous woman? Get thee behind me, Satan! (Yeah, there's a reason I shouldn't get up this early....)
OK people! There is now an index to al the chapters in the sidebar!! He says he can't write fifty chapters, but if he DID, they would all be nice and tidy.
I have been working on my site today, and I am sorry but I have been preoccupied with what some are calling "Black Tuesday". I have not been down my blog roll yet, so I am sorry if any of you have been neglected by Genuine in the last three days.
I added a new feature to the Links on the left. I now have Excalibur to point out those blogs that have updated posts. Nef was instrumental in helping. What am I saying? He did everything. Everyone go tell him thank you from me by checking out his site. Definitely one of my favorite reads.
I will keep adding to my blogroll as things progress. Thanks for allowing me to rant earlier. I need a good rant now and then.
Update: Please for those I have not added to my blog roll please email me with your site.
Excalibur is pretty cool! I have been missing you over at my blog. And "Black Tuesday"? I must've missed it. I've been cleaning all day, and well, while in Martha Stewart Mode™, I'm blind to most things blog-related.
Today is just a sad day. A day filled with death and now loss. I can't begin to tell you how my heart is hurting.
I tried to associate the feelings of hurt with today, and for some reason I immediately thought of Oliver and Jenny. Yes, I am a sappy Love Story fan. I always cry at that movie.
Today my heart hurts like that.
"What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved Mozart and Bach, the Beatles, and me?" Oliver's opening line.
You see when things clash and get ugly, people don't often undertstand. They don't know how they hurt each other. They are mean and hateful. They want to hurt like they are hurting.
Oliver's father told him he would not give him the time of day if he married that woman (Ali McGraw). Oliver responded by telling his father "You don't know what time it is".
I think this may be my very first rant. I'm angry. No I take that back. I am pissed! Bear with me if you will. It usually takes alot for me to get to this point, but I'm afraid I have reached boiling. When I watch something that is wrong, I will not sit idly by and let it happen without comment.
People can be mean, evil and just hurtful. I believe that their malice has rotted them from inside. They cannot begin to understand what is good among people. They should be ashamed.
I am truly sorry today.
The last of the movie is Oliver standing facing his father. His father says I'm sorry she died Oliver, and the famous quote from the movie is:
"Love means never having to say you're sorry."
Mindy we all love you and want and need you to do what is right for you. When you come back to us, we never want you to utter the word sorry. After all we love you. Come back soon and see us.
I have faith that she will be back. I hope the stuff that's in her life that's causing this decision will calm to a level that she can handle.
We only want what's best for you. So do what you need to do.
We hope for a return.
"After all... we love you" Direct quote from the Genuine man himself and the others that care!
comment by Hula at 06:02 PM on 05.18.04
Sorry, but I have to laugh, Mindy - I can imagine your mom right now (Mike even read THAT one) - and sorry Genuine, for invading your space (ha!). Maybe Mindy will secretly hide out here in your castle... (behind the couch or whatever castles have)
Oh, Ellen, you have NO idea. I haven't done a lick of work today. I keep fielding calls from the freeway in Indiana... "And another thing... !"
I don't even understand the comment and emails about the hiatus post from Gil. I have no idea what he is trying to say. Forgive me for thinking it, and for saying it here, but I don't!
Well, Gen, when you asked how you could help, I guess it's by letting Ellen and me have our own personal chat room right here in your comments.
BTW, Ellen, Mom just happened to be hanging out with Aunt Linda last week... you can imagine the opinion from that camp!
Just a take a moment of silence and whatever you do to remember someone. I always looked forward to his comments, he was a true humorist. Thanks Rick. God be with you.
When I first began researching what a blog was, I ran across a site that reviewed weblogs. Oddly enough, its call The Weblog Review. I was not sure what weblogs were at that point, so I did some clicking to review some of the readers' top 5 and the reviewers' top 5 and I started to enjoy reading some of what I saw.
So I decided to submit the Genuine site to get some feedback.
Go visit the site and search around. You might find some hidden Gems.
I would like to thank the staff at The Weblog Review for their kind words, and contstructive criticism. Now if I could actually figure out how to use my "About" section.
Woohooo CONGRATULATIONS!! You do have an excellent blog :-) I'm especially fond of the entry featuring the Booger Handoff myself
LOL
Don't think I'll ever forget that one!
I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce a new blogger to the community. Yeah I know we are related, but that's not why. She actually has funny stuff to say, oh and she loves my kids which is nice come babysitter time.
She has a great blog too. There's far too many of you great writers out there. I will never be able to keep up. But Genuine will remain on my list no matter what.
All work and no play make Genuine a dull boy. All work and no play make Genuine a dull boy. All work and no play make Genuine dull boy. All work and no play make Genuine a dull boy. All work and no play make Genuine a dull boy. All work and no play make Genuine a dull boy. All work and no play make Genuine a dull boy. All work and no play make Genuine a dull boy. All work and no play make Genuine a dull boy. All work and no play make Genuine a dull boy.
Yes I think this novel is coming along just fine.
I promise to have Chapter 4 done soon, but first maybe a little sleep.
Just as long as the bartender in your kitchen doesn't try to entice you to take a hatchet to your family, you're doing fine.
(just a note, so I don't seem any more crazy than I already do....the 'all work and no play makes jack/genuine a dull boy' is a reference to "The Shining" by Stephen King....thus explaining my comment)
Mrs. G went into the mouth of the dragon and came out without a scratch. Okay, her butt and back hurts but no scratches. If you remember our bomb fiasco, you will appreciate the rehab that has now taken place.
OMG!!! I can't believe a pregnant woman did all that. Mrs. G, you have far more stamina and determination with 52 days of pregnancy left, than I have on a good (non-pregnant) day. I admire you. :)
According to the wisdom of Genuine Girl, today is napkin sharing day. All of you out there must share a napkin with a child. This will help teach other siblings how to share. My problem is we had pancakes for breakfast and I have Mrs. Butterworth all over my face. (Yes, I threw that in for all of you sickos). I get to share with Genuine Boy.
Her next bit of wisdom....You never, that means ever, have cookies for breakfast. Apparently, Genuine Boy did not get the memo. He was found watching Noggin with a bag of Mother's Circus Animal Cookies. After all he is his Daddy's son. Little punk ate all my cookies.
I've woken up to find my girls eating ice cream in the morning...oy! No matter how many times I tell them that's NOT breakfast, they still try to sneak it with Daddy's OK.
Since I don't have a child to share my napkin with, after the pancakes, I wiped the syrup off my lips, and gave the napkin to a very happy dog who proceeded to eat it. Marcus says thank you, Genuine Girl, for that generosity.
No, no, no... You have to hide, um, store, the good cookies in the pantry inside a box of Raisin Bran or Uncle Sam cereal or something else noxious. They'll never see them that way!
Oddly enough, in real life, I'm not much of a hugger except with very few people. But online, I hug a lot. I'm sure Freud or someone equally aware would have a field day analysing that. LOL
Anyway {{{huggg}}}
p.s. In real life, both you and Mrs. G would be on my list of select few people I hug. :-)
Those of you that have seen Cat in the Hat know this line well. Mr. Humberfloob does a stand up job of firing people for things as miminal as shaking his hand. He is a bit of a Misophobia type. I fear the title is soon going to find its way to my desk, although as I stated to autumleaph earlier, "I don't think you can fire slaves". I am not sure who else would be doing the work.
Yesterday's Haiku Smackdown was a long day of Haiku, and for some, a long night. If you have never seen a post with 661 comments, you should go read the Haiku's performed yesterday. I am already thinking that next Thursday I'll be taking a vacation day! Don't think I won't! I laid in bed last night thinking of ways to fall asleep with the 5-7-5 count!
Apparently, I missed yesterday's fiasco with blogrolling, (see reasons above and 661 comments and haikus). I am thinking now I need to split my blogroll into manageable lists to allow me at least an opportunity to answer the phone and complete a bit of paperwork. I'm sure that the impending birth of Baby Genuine (see counter at left) will leave my time somewhat limited to blog unless of course I'm up all night pacing with a baby. Ah...multitasking!
The votes are being tallied for the name submission to the naming commitee! Aidan is ahead by 7 votes. I will tally votes through midnight tonight. Those of you that don't know me, yes, I will be up at that hour.
I'll be making a few changes to the blogroll to allow the most efficient readability. I will continue to strive to comment on every site and every post I read. I should just let you know, if the title of the post comes true, I'll start charging! If for any reason you do not see you blog at left, email me and I'll try to get you into the list.
I expect chapter 4 of the Genuine Romance to be coming soon, (no pun intended), thank you all for the comments and ideas I have received through the emails. I am announcing that autumleaph will be the managing editor until further notice. Actually, she has the most ideas, and she really writes a mean sexy email......nevermind.
On a final note, I wanted thank all of you for your graciousness and the attention you have given my blog these 2 1/2 months. Yes, I know it has been that long already. I can see my 10,000th visit on the horizon, and i would like to give out a prize to the visitor that hits that mark. Keep track of the site meter and if you are number 10,000, you will receive a gift!
Can you have more than one final note? I will...........TGIF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Things got a little silly Excerpt: Anyone want to play tag this weekend? Weblog: autumleaph Tracked: May 14, 2004 10:09 AM
it's autumleaph - it phentic (yeah I can't spell either) say it with me aut-um-lea-ph :)
:) I still love you though - and i mean that in the most you you remind me of a brother kind of way, no matter what you say about sexy emails... Mrs. G, he's all yours girl. :)
I am honored to be named managing editor, but we need to touch up chapter three, it's a little choppy. I'll get you an inked up copy later this weekend. ;)
Okay, so what's your secret? I opened my blog around the same time you did, and I'm nowhere near 8k hits - and I comment on other peoples' blogs all the time. Maybe I should feign interest in romance novels and pull the crowd in that way.. LoL
Happy Friday to you too. Aah, the weekend is near!
Impressive site meter stats, but more important is the other counter...looks like less than 60 days til the new Genuine boy arrives! Will you keep blogging between diaper changes and brief bouts of sleep?
I hope to write chapter 4 for posting this weekend. The parties find themselves going on their mission, by train ride to Zermatt and the Matterhorn from Geneva.
Does Brock finally sleep with Natasha on the train?
Will Angelica get to have her day in the saddle?
Is Angelica friend or foe?
Just a few questions that we need to have answed to take the next fork in the road for the Genuine Romance.
Angelica must be a foe, otherwise she and Brock must sleep with each other! Brock has to sleep with someone! LOL The idea of it happening on the train is pretty cool...
I can't wait till I get a bit of spare time to sit down and read the whole story! (I'm at work now and better not chance it, bummer ...) It sounds fascinating though!
I can't wait till I get a bit of spare time to sit down and read the whole story! (I'm at work now and better not chance it, drat...) It sounds fascinating though!
There is a new rooster in the hen house. Genuine has thrown down the gauntlet in this week's Thursday Haiku Smackdown. Come on over and join the fun. Rude cactus is our gracious host.
Are you shittin us? I don't believe it! It is frickin summer here already. I don't know which would be worse. Of course, we also have cicadas bombarding us too. Yep...we have it worse. Now...go sled or something.
That's what you get for living where you do silly. It IS snow central. Here it's summer! *little happy dance* But snow's lovely too... however, in snow I can't wear a sleeveless top and skirt... so keep the snow to yourself. :)
Interesting my psychic four year old was making up songs this morning that were about snowy glowy stars. I wondered what the snow part was all about now I know.
I used to live in Northwestern Ontario (probably pretty near to where G is right now) so I well remember the mid-spring snowstorms. Hell, I remember a year (I think I was 10 or 11 at the time ) where the summer was so cold that it snowed on my birthday... in the middle of July... I ain't shittin' you...
Must be the Florida voters that have messed this up. We have dropped two more names so let's try one more time to come up with a convincing landslide nominee for the naming panel.
Hmmm....those are all very nice names. You all are good namers, my parents were to name me "Mortimer Macquire" if I had been a boy - can you imagine trying to say that at the age of three? EEK>
Yeah! How are we supposed to vote without a middle name to try them out with?
Aidan or Logan both sound good with your last name, but I gotta with Aidan.
I vote Logan simply because I do not know anyone named Logan. I know 9, yes 9, Aidans and they are all under the age of 3. Very popular name. lol As for Noah- I know 3. So I vote Logan since it's not as common- at least not in my neck of the deep south. ;-)
Too lazy to tie my shoes. I'm going through this foot swelling thing anyway. Maybe just sympathy pains...or maybe its empathy pains?
Eating dinner takes too much effort. I'm officially on the lazy diet.
I'm trying to bring back the 80's no shave look, i.e. Don Johnson in Miami Vice. Shaving takes way too much energy.
It takes less effort to actually write about sex.
I would go to sleep, but that bed is all the way upstairs.
It's easier to talk to your family via IM because they live more than 5 miles away.
Knock the dog food over....he can feed himself. And he can always wait until the sprinklers come on for that drink.
Thankfully the days are longer. I will never get to changing those burn out bulbs in the kitchen.
Mow the lawn? Can't we just buy some sheep?
Bath night? How about some wet wipes? Can't they just run through the hose?
I'm trying to think of a catch phrase to respond to blog comments where all I have to do is hit Crt + V.
I need to get wireless technology in my house. Then I could blog from the bathroom and not have to get up for pee breaks.
Sorry if I have misspelled something.....that backspace key is way up there.
That stupid gopher guy must have seen something. The lazy days of summer have begun early! How lazy are you? Of course if you don't comment, I'll know.
Imagine being in up to 120 degree weather! It literally zaps every ounce of energy from ya. I hate summer time in the Desert. 2 more months til we move to the Coast! YAY!
Lazy... I'm to freaking lazy to come to work... but somehow I'm still here. However, I've been reading blogs for 2 1/2 hours... *sigh* bad bad Autumn... so i suppose I'm to lazy to do work...
you looking to hire someone to do the work you're skimping on? I'm looking for a job.
heh...let's see. It's 11:30 and I'm still at home. Um our lights need to be changed, but I don't wanna do it. And I'm with you on the "lazy diet" I open the fridge, look at it..and then go to bed.
well I am up for the lazy diet thing but other than that I get motivated this time of the year. Just started fencing again and love to spend hours in the garden. Trying to plant corn this year for the first time.
Hi, my name is Marcia and I am lazy. (There seems to be a lot of us here today, so I'm thinking that this is a 12-step meeting). I must say that I can--and just did-- muster the energy to use the backspace key though, so I think you are worse off than me.
I bring my dad a beer when he watches his games, and I change the channel for him when he can't reach the controls.
Because of my brothers leg problem and my dads bad back I always cut the grass, carry the cases beer into the house, or my brother's Keg when he buys one, answer the phone and door so they don't have to get up, throw out the garbage when it starts to stink, and sweep our sidewalk off so my brother doesn't trip on anything when he goes jogging.
A new contest has begun over at fasteddiesbullet. Bloggers have submitted their blemishes in picture format to be later identified. Get over and take a peek. Some of them are quite sexy. Others...not so much. So many contestants, he has to break it into 3 days!
I just need a bit of chocolate or caffinated diet soda because I don't ever do caffiene. They have banned me from having it at work because I crawl the walls. Sorry can't be of more help.
:)
Heh. Come on over and let me pour you a cup of what I'm having. I was talking on my cell phone as I made coffee at work this morning, and wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. So first I made it one and a half strength (everyone has to drink it the way I like it when I get there first, mwahaha), and then hit the button for a HALF carafe. AY CARYUMBA! And I'm drinking it anyway!
I've never seen it since leaving Missouri, but there was a cola sold there called Jolt Cola. High in sugar but even higher in caffeine. I drank a can of it once and broke a guy's nose. Honest truth, there. Another high source of caffeine is No-Doz - read the box: 1 pill is equivalent to 3 cups of caffeinated coffee.
I make strong coffee, then I pour it into a mug over a few heaping spoonfuls of something like "frothee" or "international Coffee" which in itself is really instant coffee ~ voila ~ double shot of caffine!
add this to my regular six cups a day and I'm good to drive home at 11pm.
RED BULL
OR THAT DOUBLE ESPRESSO SHOT OF STARBUCKS IN THE CAN.
WANT I SHOULD BRING YA SOME TO CUBICLEVILLE?
comment by milehighcyn at 08:58 PM on 05.11.04
thinkgeek has an entire section dedicated to caffeine products. they even have a sampler if you can't decide how you'd like to get your fix; however, if you want to go with the obvious, they sell jolt too.
Amazon Mist Iced Guarana is THE ultimate speed drink. My boss from a previous job used to buy this stuff in cases to boost productivity. Pound one of these bad boys and you will start sweating right in your seat within a few minutes...
I wish I could find someplace to get it now that I've moved.
I have heard that Rockstar Energy Drink is also able to cause you to palpitate in place as well.
thanks to the first people to use the tuesday is chooseday system and enter their choosedays! now, either leave your answers or a link to your webpage with your responses.
Would you rather:
one day at a job you like, have your boss catch you masturbating OR sending out resumes to other employers?
Resumes he would expect that.
be seen on a date with a beautiful woman that was actually a man OR be seen on a date with a really ugly skank that smelled bad (courtesy of genuine)
I'll take the man! Hey all I'm gonna do is be seen right?
be on a totally nude beach all day long (with no chance of escape) without any kind of sunscreen or shade OR use the nastiest construction-site port-o-potty (out of severe need) that is lacking toilet paper? (courtesy of shaunacat)
I've done the port-o-potty how about some nude action? Okay maybe not. No sun for the frank and beans please.
be the first one to know the world is ending OR be the last one to know the world is ending? (courtesy of ilgondo)
LOL! I'd think you'd be a pro at this by now. But yes, it looks as if in less than 60 days you'll be changing diapers, making bottles, getting up at all hours of the night, and walking around in a daze.
Here--let me help. It's not actually 58 days... it could be more, could be less. I was a week late with my third. Then again, in THIRTY days, she will be at 36 weeks, which means that if she goes into labor anytime after that point, they will allow it.
I was a day early with Genuine Girl and a day late with Genuine Boy. Pretty much right on the mark.
Who thinks genuine will be getting up in the middle of the night?? Even though he is already awake, mommy is still the one to look in on the little angels!!
comment by MrsG at 04:16 PM on 05.10.04
I'm excited for you both! Newborns are so precious. Especially when they are other people's. ;)
As he was approaching the table the waitress was coming with his second scotch, he grabbed it from her tray, without looking at her face. She was annoyed at this American and his apparent rudeness. He was not being rude but merely had his mind on the task at hand. He boldly walked to the table sat down and looked the flower girl in the eye.
“You’re not a very good stalker Miss….”
“Angelica”, she said with a definite fear in her voice.
Well Angelica, you have a way of ending up in my life but looking quite different I might add”, he said continuing to intimidate her with his stare.
“I’m only here for a drink Mr. Barrington”.
“Of course you know, I have not yet told you my name?” he questioned. “I suppose that means you already know who I am?”
“Yes sir, I do”.
“Yes sir. Okay, you are company then?” he said knowingly.
She looked over his shoulder at Natasha Collins and did not answer.
“I see, and so the hotel was staged then?”
She could only look over his shoulder at the figure that was throwing her linen napkin on the table and throwing money in the face of the waitress. Her boss walked past the table glancing at Brock with a sneer and a bit of a sway in her walk.
“Somehow I think your boss wanted you to play your role somewhat better. Are you new to the company?” he said with a grin, already knowing the answer.
“Yes sir.”
“Listen. If we are going to be friends, you need to start calling me Brock.”
“Yes sir.”
“Your drink is empty, let’s get you another,” motioning to the waitress who was already trying to ignore this man who thought he was her only customer. “She’ll have another,” he said, “and I’ll have one as well.” He handed her a wad of bills, “and keep bringing them until I tell you to stop”.
“Yes sir!” the waitress said suddenly realizing this man was her meal ticket for the night.
“So tell me Angelica, why does the company think I am so important that they provide you?”
“I was here to protect you, sir,” she said still trembling.
“Well, I am glad they sent such a seasoned veteran to make sure my body was secure”.
“Actually sir, I was am supposed to accompany you on this assignment.” She was still trembling in the presence of this man who she had only heard through the training mythology at the CIA headquarters.
“Fresh out of the school then Angel?” He had already shortened her name.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re not very good with directions Angel. My father’s name was sir, and he is dead.”
“Sorry Mr. Barrington, I mean Brock.”
That’s much better. Lets enjoy the assignment as it unfolds shall we?” He said trying to put her at ease. Let’s use Ms. Collins’ money tonight shall we?”
He was running through the possibilities in his mind. Why would the company want to put this child on his tail to protect him? Why did Natasha not alert him to this partner? Hadn’t she said they would be partners? His confusion was only temporary as he noticed Angelica’s beauty. She was young., and the black wig was not a good disguise.
“Lose that thing on you head would ya?’ he asked.
She reached up looking around nervously, and yanked the wig from her head. She removed the pins that were keeping her hair tucked in to the wig and her hair fell to her shoulders. The beautiful dirty blond hair was present again. Coupled with the jade eyes, she was actually very stunning. She transformed into a different personality as she looked up at him. She was very captivating
“Now don’t you think we should start over now that we are without all the cloak and dagger charades?”
“Sure Brock” she smiled suddenly becoming more confident. Was it the alcohol or had she suddenly become more confident. Again he was caught off guard for the second time this night.
“Well that’s much better”, he said knowing that she had just transformed into the agent that had been assigned to him.
“You are more comfortable now?” He asked.
“Yes, I feel more myself. I really am not hat other person”.
“Good never change who you are, whether in business or not,” he winked.
A moment of silence occurred and they sat without a word between them they only looked into each other’s eyes. She was captivated and he was beginning to see her as a conquest. Perhaps she was hoping this. Perhaps he was hoping this. Perhaps they should stop drinking and call it a night.
“I must turn in I have an important meeting tomorrow,” he said.
“I know, I will be with you for that meeting,” she said without hesitation. “I am your additional coverage. I am now your personal assistant.”
“Okay assistant, we should probably turn in. Are you staying at the hotel?” he said reaching for her hand.
“Brock, I am your assistant. Which means just that, I am to assist.”
“Ah, you are my lover then?”
“Yes,” she said not knowing how else to put it too him.
He sat back down. Sometimes this job just had all the right perks.
“Waitress! We need more drinks here!”
He smiled. He looked at her across from him and he could already smell her hair and feel her skin. He did not need to work hard to be in character for this one. She was beautiful, young and very taut. This is the tough part of the assignment.
The waitress appeared with a smile this time. “Yes, can we help?”
“Actually make those drinks to go”, he said while again winking at Angelica.
He held out his hand. She held it and they walked out of the bar to the street.
They entered the lobby of the hotel and the hotel staff were already at their elbow asking how they might be of service. A smirk and a glance gave them the sign that Mr. Barrington had this particular situation under control. Brock looked to the concierge and motioned for drinks to be delivered, but the concierge already new the drill.
They were then at the door of the suite. He looked into her eyes. “Now is the time to be nervous,” he said as he grabbed her hand.
She let go of his hand and walked very confidently though the door of the suite. He followed her and watched as she wheeled and dropped her coat onto the couch. The scotch he had earlier was suddenly beginning to work its way into his mind. He thought she had motioned him to join her with her index finger. Upon second glance, she was also motioning him to the bed within the suite and she was leaving clothing like a trail of breadcrumbs. He looked over his shoulder at the bar and realized that the hotel staff had left a bottle of Moet et Chandon chilling on the bar. He reached for it and headed for the bedroom.
Angelica was already undressed and he could hear the bath running as he surveyed the room. He knew every inch of the suite, as it had always been his when visiting Geneva. Nothing appeared out of place. He sat on the bed as he took his shoes off and then began undressing. Why had Natasha set this up this partnership? he wondered. His thoughts suddenly switched to the bathtub as he heard a giggle and a splash. He grabbed the bottle of Champagne and entered the room.
He saw her looking at the ceiling, and then she closed her eyes, and he stepped into the bath with her and then began to pour the champagne into the flutes already setting on the edge of the tub.
“So how long have you been in service”, she asked?
“I have been in longer than you have been out of high school.”
She giggled and shot back the glass of champagne like she was parched.
She coyly glanced a look of approval when he reached for the bottle over her shoulder, and as he touched the bottle she leaned forward and kissed his neck.
“So you have been trained well I see” he said pouring her glass without losing eye contact.
He could tell she had had too much to drink at this point, and her inhibitions were already dropped. He leaned towards her and gave her a long slow passionate kiss, giving her the taste of champagne in his mouth. She could only melt at the gesture. This was getting real.
He climbed from the water and held a towel for her to wrap in. He turned his head as she climbed from the tub, like he was somehow being a gentleman. This excited her even more. Suddenly she was captivated by his persona.
“Shall I order breakfast now”, he asked.
“No”, she said. She jumped on the bed and buried her face in the pillow exposing herself to him.
He climbed into the bed and holding her from behind, he touched the spot just behind her ear with his tongue. He worked his way down her shoulder then down to the small of her back. He suddenly realized she was not responding. She was not begging for him. He looked to her face and realized she was asleep. She had succumbed to the alcohol. She was smiling and she was also very much comfortable. He leaned back and decided to find a chair. He could not think of her, but then thought of Natasha. He could only have her. She was everything. In spite of the beautiful girl in his bed, he could think of only her. Natasha was his every being.
Way too funny!
Not that I would ever want or need such a thing.... or even consider it ..... well, not for the kids, but perhaps in the adult dosage!!!
To all of you Mother's out there, from the Genuine clan, please have a safe and Happy Mother's Day! Make sure you do something special for yourself today!
Hmm, well we're off to a great start, to bed at 3 am back up at 7, cleaned up cat vomit, made breakfast for boys, fed dogs, watered lawn... And Mike is still sleeping. God, I love mother's Day! :)
To all you readers out there that wonder if genuine is just a funny guy, I leave you this...
This wonderful, charming man made me breakfast in bed, brought me the paper to read and did god knows what to the kids to make them leave me alone this morning. God I love mothers day!! Now if he can just carry it over to the rest of the 364 days of the year. Okay I'll give him fathers day, the other 363 days of the year.. I love you honey, Thank You!!
Thank you! Happy Mother's Day to your beautiful wife and mom. Can't really say that to you considering your gender so hopefully you can just do it for me. :-)
I remember a whole library of books almost falling on me when I was really young. The shelves that was holding the books all of a sudden broke when my brother touched it. I was under my dads desk sticking my fingers in the pencil sharpener, so his desk saved me when the books fell, but I still had to go to the hospital to get stitches for one of my fingers.
When speaking to your daycare provider and she says to you, "Thank God it's Friday!" What exactly do you suppose she means?
Come now people, it's FRIDAY! If you visit me today, drop me a hello in the comments or email. I am very excited! Tonight? Perhaps the first "hot steamy loins" portion of Chapter 3!
When they say it to me? I just assume they are so sick of the other children and spend every waking moment wishing they were ALL like my perfect little boy.
*snicker*
I like hot steaming loins... oh wait, we already knew that... I promise, I won't post when I'm drinking anymore... really. I swear... Ok, I will... but only since you said it's ok. ;)
Friday..WOOOHOOOOO!...as an ex-daycare service provider I would think it means .....tomorrow is your turn to deal with them so i can be happy, rested, and excited to see them when its my turn on monday :-)
G'day Genuine...Happy Friday!!
May you actually sleep this weekend.
comment by milehighcyn at 02:00 PM on 05.07.04
Obviously she means, "The minute you take your fucking kids home, I'm hitting the mojitos!"
Oh, and don't expect Genuine to get any sleep. Odds are he and I will be exchanging groggy emails at one in the morning like the pathetic dorks we claim not to be.
Hey sweetness...I just wanted to say have a great Friday. I seem to read your site at just the opportune times. LOL Steamy Loins...dam, that's an eye opening how-do-ya-do when you click on a site. aaaaahhhh...sounds like something I need! LOL!!! Luvin the read of your story here...keep it comin'...hehehehe I said comin'...I need to get out of this office already.
I remember when I use to have a baby sitter, she always thanked god for Friday when she left our house. My brother says she was happy to get away from me, but I think it was because my baby hairy sister freaked her out.
As a home daycare provider, TGIF means I am so glad I have tomorrow off because this has been a long week. It doesn't necessarily mean that the kids were bad or anything, just that I need a break. :)
Thank you so much for adding to my now growing list of blog links Len's blog is great! The underwear post made me laugh so hard I was crying (not good at work you know)
After reading some of the comments about my 3:01 a.m. post, I thought I should probably explain. Although I am comfortable with your speculation that I might being doing something fun at 3:00 a.m., I was just not sleeping. In fact, I have added the hours of blissful sleep I have had since Sunday, and I only needed two hands.
Dude! Did you try the old wine trick? If that doesn't work, come stay with me for a week. I promise you'll leave so exhausted, sleep will be all your body wants...Ok, I mean that in a nonsexual way...I was gonna have you babysit my kids, so I could get some! LOL
Honey, take it from a massage therapist who has study aromatherapy and natural methods of doing just about everything...(please don't take that comment in a sexual way whatsoever)...Zoot can attest to my MT stuff...anyway Valerian Root. Natural herb...knocks you right on your ass. Warning, it stinks, but the effects are good and they are nonharmful, nontoxic, and natural. It relaxes all your muscles and makes you drowsy. You'll sleep like a baby. I think a bottle is like $5 here, don't know what it is where you live so...hope it helps.
It appears as though we have the foreplay/good feely stuff outta the way for today, and all we have left is the nasty parts.
So when writing about SEX, how does one refer to certain naughty bits without offending? I mean writing something along the lines of "she couldn't wait until he let her have the Farnk N Beans". Not so sexy is it? So how do the romance novels discuss the male and female anatomical parts? I can't believe I'm writing about this and my Mom reads my blog!
Anyone have any good sex stories to share? Anyone having any sex lately?
MOM, DON'T ANSWER THAT!
I have new links up under the about section for each chapter thanks to help from Mindy. Although I don't think she will be any help with those upcoming scenes either, unless of course I am writing about poor sleep habits.
100 Things I've learned this week Excerpt: Is been one of those weeks. Where I'm like "YEAH, It's Friday - thank the goddess I survived!!" But it's been educational, in a way... so here follows a list of things... I've learned this past week - including last Weblog: autumleaph Tracked: May 7, 2004 09:31 AM
The phrases "throbbing member" and "pulsating warmth" come to mind. If I come up with anything even more cheesily euphemistic, I'll let you know.
Okay this here is "Adult" talk so you've been warned.
I'll just tell you the Top 5 Most Distasteful things my Husband says when referring to his junk that drive me insane and make him sound like a 21 year old frat monster and that makes the mood go from YAY! to NAY!
1.) Meat Stick
2.) Skin Flute
3.) Old Captain Salami
4.) Wang
5.) Sausage
Please don't use any sicko wacko slang for the only word that is acceptable after Penis....
From what I understand, when referring to both genital areas, these books sort of talk around it, rather than come right out and say it. Either way you go is fine with me! I could share my recent escapades, but NOT here! LOL
Saw you blog rolled on a friend's site and thought I would check yours out. First entry I read is a real...eye opener. Now I'm curious and interested to read the rest...
Ok..hmmm...one name I did hear my son call his "junk"...SNITCHELS. LOL Cracks me up every time. Don't know about using it in a romance book but hey...I'm nt very good at romantic sexual references. QC seems to be more on the money..."his hot moist pulsating skin pressed up against hers.." how's that? No interesting sexual stories...sorry! Maybe another post.
comment by J at 05:29 PM on 05.05.04
Um.. I just wanted to say that I think its weird that she couldn't wait until he let her have the "frank 'n beans". Both? That would be kinda bizarre wouldn't it? Or maybe we've been doing it wrong all these years?
Fuck, did I just read that right?? I can program, but I can't talk about hot, steamy lovin'??? I am SO going to kick your ass from here to China!! Who else thinks I can't write authoritatively about meat sticks and tunnels of love and heaving whatevers?? Huh? You want a piece of me?
um...the phrases "quivering mound of Venus" and "loins dripping with nector from the gods" come to mind....but i could be completely off
don't have any personal stories to share
mmm... throbbing member, hot sex - refrence to her "sex lips", wetness, moist heat, pulsing need, thrusting firmly, as far as oral is concerned, licking, tasting, etc... of course.
Hi Genuine's Mom!! :)
I'm off to have half buzzed sex with my lovely man and his throbbing member. mmmm
Ok..I already posted the 'phrases' I remember the most...you'll have to look in the old comments.
BUT! I have a great idea for you. Go to the local library and go to the romance section. Grab some books and hide in the home improvement section.
Now, take the books, set them upright - on their bind and let go. They will magically open to the juciest parts. The parts that have been read and reread.
That's all I can say for now....fighting toddler for mouse cord..must...ack *poof*
It depends what your writing style is. If it's Harlequin romance, then yeah, you're on a one-way train to Euphemism Valley. If it's Anne Rice writing as A.N. Roquelaure, then it's time to bring out the tits, the cocks, and the pussies.
Which is my preference. But i'm a pretty sick bastard.
Although I'm not having sex right now, and am pretty damned deprived in that area... I read a lot of romance novels. They usually say things like "large, throbbing erection", "his rod"(that was set in medieval times!). Always say things like "make love to me", and how she's "aching and ready to receive him" stuff like that. Let me know if you need more of an idea...
If you take up the advice to read the romance books, the sex scenes are normally between 105-120. 95% of the time that's where they are. When I worked in a book store, we used to test drive this theory.
WOW..my hubby has been gone to long, I almost don't remember how to have a romatic interlude with him anymore! Hmmmm let me think, I know I read a good juicy book at one time.
I'll get back with you on that one...k?
OH and Hi G's Mom! you should be so proud of your son! He is Great! :)
You cracked me up with the 'frank n beans' part - all I know is that my husband better not EVER think he can give me both the frank AND the beans at the same time!!!
I hate to admit it, but I used to read all kinds of those trashy Harlequin novels all the time when I was younger. Seems like everyone else did too, because the comments are filled with the more descriptive terms. I'll see if I can 'dig' up any more for you though....
He reached for her, touching her face, kissing her cheek. Moving slowly to her lips. His frenzied hands fumbled at the buttons in her shirt, reaching in, he caressed her breasts, his mouth on hers. She pressed her body up against his, she could feel his hardness beneath his jeans. She wanted to feel him inside her, but he wasn't to oblige...yet. He kissed her cheeks again slowly moving towards her neck. Sucking at her ear lobe and moving slowly down her neck. Her breathing was irregular, heart pumping, the throbbing between her legs...
Hey can I finish this here???? Is this supposed to be PG? Better stop for now.
I think the term "Frank and Beans" would arouse a very select crowd, and honestly, I have no interest on what else would arouse them....lol......I've heard a friend reference his wife as "the throbbing mattress kitten" which was funny because of who he was.....i think the more you leave to the imagination without naming "parts" is far more provocative than getting down and dirty with sweaty skin sport commentaires.......keep writing the good stuff, and keep in mind what "results" you expect your readers to get from your home highlights! I love reading your stuff!!
comment by Sony at 10:42 AM on 05.06.04
And they never actually cover the "nasty" part... just the foreplay and the post sex relaxation period, where they're only lightly sheened with sweat... not heaving and dripping like most men are after a good round.
*re-reading her comments, and thinking maybe Now would be a good time to shut up*
Oh my gosh...you made me laugh so hard with this post. I think it would be hilarious reading a book that used terms that way. I don't any advice for you. Just wanted to let you know that you made me laugh so hard I nearly wet my panties!
We live in a fast paced world, and we are all trying to get from point A to point B. We are mommies, daddies, employees, girlfriends and boyfriends. We are sons and daughters, and many other things that require our utmost attention and energy. It’s easy to get run down with the little things that we do day in and day out. There are a number of clichés out there that describe this syndrome, and an equal number of clichés to describe the cure. When we are sometimes in a rut, and feeling a little low, it could be because of the little stuff that mounts a barrage of battles, making us feel as though we are shoveling sand against the tide.
Here is your assignment today. Hug a loved one and tell them that they matter, and that the ironing they did, the trash they took out, the bath they gave the kids, or any other “insignificant” thing they do to help the team, is greatly appreciated. It’s easy to take things for granted, and it is just as easy to tell someone thank you. Don’t just sit there........do it!
Oh, and thank all of you for leaving comments and reading my site. I'll never take your attention for granted.
That's funny. You described exactly how I have been feeling all week. Thanks! I enjoy reading your site. You can make me laught and I like that. And thanks for all of your comments. I enjoy reading them!
So Mr. Sweety & I are both sitting behind our computers. Suddenly I sniffle and awwww (reading your post). I walk to him. Give him a hug and tell him I love him and appreciate him. He looks at me, smiles and walks straight to my screen and reads your post. Apparently I forgot to be genuine & spontaneous :)
Being a Marine wife has made me so appreciative of every person and moment in my life. I never take any person or action for granted because in one moment it can all be swept away. A fortunate side effect to an unfortunate situation I had to go through.
After recently having a family member beaten at his office and left to die alone, I have been letting everyone in my life know how much they mean to me...
And YOU, Mr. G..., really brighten my days... It is so nice to come to your site... Thanks....
Thank you for all you great posts they make my day brighter. I make a point of thanking as many people as I can everyday so as to brighten their day. The other great thing is that simple phrase "I love you!" I read an artical that the avrage child is lucky to hear that phrase once a day. I make sure my kids don't fall in that avarage!
This post is just what I needed to hear today. Thanks! I think we're in need of a team meeting and some cheerleading practice around my house! This is gonna be fun! =P
PS...Thanks for sharing your world and team efforts with us! You are quite inspiring.
It is times like these when you are feeling low, and your team just got beat, you could use a friendly face. So I always turn to my best friend. The Artful Dodger.
My first try at cut and paste and today is a special celebrity edition of tuesday is chooseday!
Would you rather:
while camping, have to cut your arm off with a pocket knife because it got stuck under a boulder and you were trapped for three days OR suck snake venom out of a snake bite in richard simmons' ass?
Let's have that Boulder fall on my head instead.
have both your feet amputated at the ankles OR be in a 10 round, bare-fisted, cage match with mike tyson?
Bring on that bitch....I can take him.
perform oral sex for 2 minutes on paris hilton OR anna nicole smith?
I'm shallow....which one has the most money?
be in a big-budget, action flick with paul reubens (pee wee herman) OR a low-budget, artsy film with jesse ventura?
1)The boulder...
2)Mikey! (that little sissy bitch has no chance...)
3)What kind of question is this? I'll take NIETHER for a thousand Bob...
4)Jesse all the way...
I was holding down the fort last night, or I guess I should say this morning at about 1:00 a.m., when Mindy decided to have a discussion. Apparently, she too has goofy sleep habits. We were discussing, inter alia, (lawyer Latin speak for “among other things”), children’s books and those that our kids made us read over and over to the point of memorization.
With Genuine Girl, I read, and Mrs G. read, “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie”, so many times we could watch TV and recite the book never having to look at the pages as we turned them. With Mindy, she had to endure “Goodnight Moon”. I must admit I know that one as well.
After a couple hours of sleep I thought back on the stories we told Genuine Boy. He was never much of a story book child.
This was more his style:
Pacha: Uh oh.
Kuzco: Don't tell me: We're about to go over a huge waterfall.
Pacha: Yep.
Kuzco: Sharp rocks at the bottom?
Pacha: Most likely.
Kuzco: Bring it on.
Or:
Kronk's Shoulder Angel: You're not just gonna let him die like that, are you.
Kronk: My shoulder angel.
Kronk's Shoulder Devil: Don't listen to that guy. He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm gonna lead you down the path that ROCKS.
Kronk's Shoulder Angel: Oh, come off it.
Kronk's Shoulder Devil: *You* come off it.
Kronk's Shoulder Devil: You.
Kronk's Shoulder Angel: Yooou.
Kronk's Shoulder Devil: You infinity.
Kronk's Shoulder Angel: *Grrrr.*
I guess this is why Genuine Girl is reading and writing at age 4 and Genuine Boy speaks Klingon like a caveman. Of course, it could just be that he is a boy. That’s the story I’m sticking with.
Same exact thing with my two -- with the oldest, he knew "Are You My Mother?" on sight by 18 months, while the little one acts out Lion King 1.5 every night between otherwise grunting and pointing. "Were you picking your nose??"
Did our share of "Give a mouse a cookie" AND "Goodnight Moon" But I can recite "In a People House" (Theodore Geisel - AKA Dr. Seuss) in my sleep...still...and my daughter is 11.
I love the children's book Alexander and the terrible, horrible, very bad day, I used to make my mother read it constantly.
Goose (my roommate's daughter) is partial to Sandra Boynton books, especially the one she calls the Oops book. "red socks, green socks, blue socks, OOPS!
Ohh I love that one!! I found it on ebay awhile back and read it all the time to my nine year old who seems to have a VERY lot of those days...poor girl.
The Emperor's New Groove is one of my absolute favorite Disney movies. I beg the girls to let me put it on when we have movie night. They just sigh and roll their eyes at me and say "Oookay Mom." LOL.
Here it was Where the wild thing are.. for all 4 of them. Again and again. By my figures that means I read it a total of 1,484,260 times between 1988 and 2002.
You want it? I'm pretty sure we're done with our copy.
Genuine Boy actually told me he had to go potty and went in by himself. He wouldn't let me in to supervise, but I heard at least half of it hit water. Yay! Happy pee pee in the potty dance! It's all about life's little rewards. Now who's gonna clean up the part that hit the wall?
Hate to say it but the cleaning of the pee on the wall will never go away. Hubby is 25, and I still have to do it. Sheesh. Help out his future wife - teach him to go sitting down. ;o)
I'll do it. Why not? Its part of my morning routine over here to wipe stray pee from the walls, the toilet seat and the floor. Will Mike ever learn? *snort*
My little one is potty training too (read: she goes potty like a pro at my mom's house and pees on the carpet here). The little triumphs are SO worth it, tho. Congrats, Genuine Boy!
Damn yall need to teach your men, my man always hits the toilet, it's my 3 boys that pee on the walls, floors, ceiling, sink, trash can, in trash can, in bathtub etc....And ya'll thought yall had it rough!
He arrived at the Hôtel Les Armures and quickly began his routine of establishing his cover. The hotel staff was friendly and he had stayed here before. He loved the view of the lake and the Jet D’eau from this right bank 17th Century hotel.
He could not clear his mind of Natasha. She would be here in the hotel soon. He had rented a suite, one of the four at the hotel, as is his custom. She would be staying in a different part of the building. He wanted her to stay with him, but of course that would not bode well with the cover he had established. He asked the front desk clerk to ring him once his partner had arrived. He wished it was more than partner or colleague. He was going to his room to try to sleep some of the jet lag away, and he needed a shower after the long trip. His excitement would make it difficult to sleep, but he needed to be fresh for his meeting with the ambassador.
He felt his heart rising towards his throat as his anxiousness overwhelmed him. He needed a drink. He remembered during his last stay here, there was a bar across from the hotel. He would relax with a few drinks, and would then be focused and ready to meet her. It would take most of his energy to stay focused on the task at hand. He turned and started for the door, but crashed into a woman carrying flowers, and they scattered on the floor.
“I’m so sorry” he said to the young woman as she was frantically reaching for the beautiful roses that had been strewn about the floor. She was in a hotel staff uniform, and she was embarrassed to have made a scene. Her dirty blonde hair and pale green eyes made her seem very innocent. The concierge quickly raced over to see if the guest was upset.
“I am terribly sorry sir she acted clumsily, are you okay?” he said.
“I am fine, but I am afraid I have ruined the flowers this lovely young lady was carrying”, he said as he inspected the few broken stems and petals on the floor. “I am sorry miss I must pay to replace these”, reaching for his pocket for the appropriate currency.
“No sir”, she said. “I must not allow my unfortunate mishap be your consequence”. She had kept her head bowed so as not to have to look him in the eye.
He handed her a fist full of flowers, and smiled. “It could not have been more fortunate to see such a pretty face on my arrival,” he said with a boyish grin.
“I see you are not wasting any time on wooing the locals”.
He quickly turned to see her. She was more beautiful than he remembered. His heart raced and he was not sure he could speak, as his throat swelled as a result of her breathtaking beauty. She on the other hand did not have the same problem.
“Is this the first of the day, or are you lining up dates for your entire stay?” she said with a bit of jealousy in her voice.
“Actually I was just buying these flowers from this young lady so that I may present them to you princess,” he quickly stated. He was a master under pressure and always had the perfect response in any situation.
“Thank you miss I hope this will cover the flowers”, as he handed her more money than she made that week in wages. She began to protest, but he quickly turned his attention to Natasha. The employee backed away and disappeared down the hall.
“Here you are princess” handing her the bouquet. “ I am afraid I did not have the time for a card”.
“As charming as ever I see.” She knew he would be charming. She remembered his wit and charm and it made her at ease. He has a way of making her feel special, by words and by actions.
“Well princess I was about to get a drink across the street. Care to join me?”
“Stop calling me princess, and yes, I too could use a drink after that fun ride over the pond.” She snapped. She was obviously tired and he could tell she was a bit anxious.
He grabbed her arm and led her across the lobby and into the street. He wanted to look at her as they walked but did not want to overwhelm her with his intentions. God she was beautiful and her hair was like silk. He wanted to bury his face in her neck and to smell her hair and feel the softness. He was already losing his focus. He tried to snap back into his character. As he had feared, this mission would prove to be difficult.
They reached the bar and they found a quiet booth towards the back. There was smoke in the air as they were the only two not smoking cigarettes among the patrons at this hour. He waited until she chose her seat, and he strategically placed himself close enough to hear her but far enough that he would be unable to touch her. The temptation was mounting already and they had only been together for minutes. He flashed her his smile.
Well princess we finally get to finish that date”.
“We never had a date,” she rebuffed.
“So I guess this is our first?”
The waitress was standing above them, and neither had even noticed. Both of them were captivated with the movements and unspoken language between them.
“Can I get you something?” the waitress asked after clearing her throat to get their attention.
Natasha took charge as was her normal aggressiveness, “He’ll have scotch, and please bring me a dry martini, two olives.”
“I see you remembered”, he said as the waitress turned. He was impressed that she took command, and was more impressed by her memory.
“Brock I know more about you than your own mother”.
“Yeah but my mother has seen me naked”, he grinned.
“What makes you think I haven’t?”
“Well then that awkwardness has been avoided”, he said not wanting her to know her remark caught him off guard. He could only think now of her beauty. Everything about her was etched on his mind. She had somewhat of a crooked smile, and one eye was a bit darker than the other. A small scar near her eyebrow reminded him of her on that day in Barbados. He had pushed her down as the bullet passed through his shoulder, and she hit her head causing the cut. The lips were perfect and inviting. Her skin was flawless although the smallest of lines appeared near her eyes, caused by the time as a youngster in the sun. His stare was obvious to her and this made her look away. His focus now was completely gone. He wanted so much to reach out and touch her. He wanted to pull her close and show her those feelings he had for so long buried inside. His mission suddenly became more difficult.
******
Her response was a knowing smile. He had always flirted with her this way, and she felt comfortable with his speculation. She felt his gaze boring into her, and she felt a sudden shyness she had never before felt. She looked for the waitress to distract her from his watchfulness. She was tired but somehow his smile made her feel exhilarated. Her face was feeling warm and her breath became shallower. She needed that drink.
The waitress arrived with the drinks and he reached again for his money.
“The boss is buying today,” she said.
“Well princess you are the boss and I am very good at being told what to do.”
The waitress turned and as she was about to walk away, Brock said, “Honey, better bring us another round. I think these first ones will go quickly.” His eyes bored into hers and she felt his power, but finished his remarks. “I think I’ll liquor up the boss, and see where that takes me”.
She begged her heart to slow down, but his flirtation was causing it to race. She thought to herself that it would not take any drinks for him to take her now. She tried to stay the course. “We have a meeting in the morning with the ambassador”, she said to distract her from the feeling of warmth rushing to her face again. “It’s early to bed for you”.
“Exactly” he said sheepishly.
“You are impossible” she smirked.
He had softness about him but his eyes were very powerful. She was afraid to look at him because of the command his eyes had over her. She kept forcing herself to look around the room hoping he would look away so she could look at him. Even the silence was wonderful she thought. Just to hear him breathing was more than she needed. The silence was not uneasy for they had a language each understood without words. She lingered in the moment. She wanted to be wrapped in his arms and protected.
During this moment of weakness, she forgot her training and for a moment was taken away from the danger and the uneasiness of being an agent. She was felt like she was in a cocoon of sensory deprivation. Time had slowed and she began to allow her feelings to show a hint of her character. She allowed herself to look at him, deep into his eyes, letting them pierce her and control her. Then suddenly he looked away.
“We are not alone” he mumbled, “second booth, facing the door”. She reached for her back and with a compact checked her makeup. The flower girl from the hotel but now she was now sporting a dark long coat and a black wig. They had run across their first plant. This girl was obviously not a professional. She would never have made such a mistake given the proper training.
“Where are you going?” she said as she watched Brock jump to his feet.
“If you will excuse me princess, I think I’ll offer to buy her a drink.” With a wink he was on his way before she could protest. Then she scanned the room for secondary plants. She fell back on her training. He on the other hand never followed protocol.
“Don’t wait up” he said. “Thanks for the drink, ” he winked, and he was across the room and obviously making the young woman very nervous as he approached. His charm was definitely dangerous.
You are really good at this, you know!! Can't wait to read more! I really like the chemistry between them - you can feel the heat, despite both of them holding back and just teasing each other. One of the BEST things about romance novels that I like is the chase.
You're doing a great job. I had forgot to mention before that my favorite harlequin novels were the ones that had the couple at odds with each other through out....lots of sexual tension.
*thumbs up*
Brock and Natasha have now met each other and they are in a bar across from the hotel where they are staying. In the morning they meet the ambassador, who of course is giving them instructions on how Brock will infiltrate the ring.
Do they travel to the Alps? I am partial to a romantic train ride on the Rhône-Express from Geneva to Zermatt (pictured above) at the base of the Matterhorn, with a stop overnight in Montreaux. Where does the story take them? How are the bad guys smuggling the drugs? When do we get to the steamy stuff? Oh and those of you shy slutty types can email me instead of using comments. Your secrets are safe with me. Chapter 2 has now been drafted and we are into the plot beginning. I’ll Post Chapter 2 later this week, once I have taken that cold shower.
I say somewhere down the line, Natasha runs into an old flame...Maybe on the train? Someone who scorned her and now threatens her current affair with Brock... another freakishly, slicked- back, handsome, yet sinister and dark bad man named....Rex with a hidden agenda up his black satin sleeve with onyx cufflinks. (black satin shirt with an eggplant colored satin tie....tasteless yet, very hugh hefner)Oh yeah and he has mustache!!
I dreamt that I got a new job and I was in this small 'bullpen' area with about 6 other people. I was on the far side of the room setting up my desk and some other tables or file cabinets. My desk was faced in towards a corner and I was turning it around when I noticed across the room on the door plaque for an office it said GENUINE BLOG.
I just starred at it for a second then, since I was trapped in the corner by the desk, I climbed under the desk much to the dismay of some of my new coworkers and ran to your office door repeating, "NO WAY, I thought he had a REAL NAME." and someone from behind me somewhere asked if I was Sandra Bullock. I replied to that comment with an "Are you the dumbest person on the planet" wrinkle of the nose and an eye roll.
You weren't there in the dream but your blog name was.
I haven't tried analyzing this one...what do you suppose it means!?!?!
:)
All of the polls have finally report it appears and the results of the Genuine Baby Naming primaries are posted below. Up next the vote! We take the top 3 and we decide on our nomination to submit to the naming committee. No is the lobby for your favorite candidate.
I like Logan, heck, I like all of them :) My neighbor is naming her son Riley Patrick and I like that too. Goodluck picking a name! I'm anxious to hear what you've chosen!
Chase. Logan and Aidan are great names, but I hear them all the time in Mady's school. Chase is unique and a fun name. Therefore, I submit my vote for Chase.
It's 4.07am here in England and I was just doing my Public Law Essay, eating some Doritos and was a little bored so followed the link...then almost choked and died on my crisps! That was a little disgusting to see this late/early in the day...keep up the good work!
comment by Henna at 09:08 PM on 05.02.04
Both saturday and today were beautiful here too and what did I do? Sat inside all day suffering from allergies... *sigh*. LOL.
The only thing worse than hearing a beautiful woman singing let's make love all night long, and not being able to make love with that beautiful woman, is hearing your four year old daughter sing each and every word to the song from the backseat.....with passion.
Well, she could know all the words to worse songs...like some of the songs my older two listen to..."what kind of balls get sweaty mom?" they asked me the other day. EEK!
I should probably begin this with the disclaimer that I have never been trained as a writer nor have I written anything outside the occasional legal brief or memorandum. I appreciate all the comments I have received so far in this fun assignment. If you want to provide further description or ideas, you can always certainly use my Email. I may just make a new page for the story, and anyone that might be able do this and make a link it would be appreciated.
I hope everyone enjoys reading the Genuine Romance as much as I have enjoyed writing it to this point. Oh, and if you have nothing nice to say.....talk to Mrs G. She is in charge of the complaint department.
Start reading the story in the extended entry. Enjoy!
He felt the cold air hit his face and drew in a breath that for a moment shocked his system. Today was an especially cold day as the night brought a cold front from the north. Today would be a short run since he had to rendezvous with his contact by conference call at 6:00 am. He ran down the lengthy driveway of his mountain home. A place that could be a metaphor of the man himself, rugged, strong and bold in its façade but warm, inviting, and classy in its interior. He spends every available moment in this womb he calls a house. Yet he is a wolf without a pack he does not have roots here and his soul has a hard shell protecting him from calling it a home.
His view that morning was of Mount Sopris, a bald cold mountain reaching nearly 13,000 feet into the crisp blue sky. The summit showed a strong wind blowing snow from its crest out over the valley below. He ran along the Crystal River its waters named for its appearance. He had fished this stretch of river many times and he knew each bend and each rock and the currents that flowed from the runoff of the mountains above. The spring thaw was coming and the banks would be ready to burst with water and the current would be insurmountable. The river spoke to him in a voice only he heard. Its rush of water spoke a language that calmed him as he set his torrid pace.
His workout would include a 5-mile run, followed by a regimen of free weights. His 6-foot frame was slow to comply that morning and his muscles ached for the first mile. He had a late night that evening going over figures for the presentation to his clients. His head was still foggy from the numbers and the mass amount of information he had compiled for his presentation.
His business allowed him to travel to every corner of the globe to sell software to companies, and to consult his client’s on the use of the latest technology. He was very successful at this work, but it did not allow for much time to establish roots or a home. He decided upon this mountain home because of his love for the outdoors, the fresh air and sunshine. He was near Aspen, which has a full service airport allowing him access to a number of international airports.
He didn’t normally carry a phone with him while he ran, but this morning was an exception. He was expecting his contact from Washington to speak to him about a new assignment. This Washington contact actually created most of his work. As expected, he was nearly finished with his warm up when the phone chirped the arrival of the call. He continued to run in place as he listened to the soft voice on the other side of the country.
“Tasha, you are as prompt as you are beautiful”. Natasha Collins was always prompt she felt it a weakness to be late for scheduled meetings or conference calls. She was a perfectionist in her business and her personal life. She wore only the best clothes, dined in the finest restaurants, was efficient and a leader of men. She demanded flawlessness from those around her. Brock was her favorite. He was an asset she could always rely upon to make her life easy.
“Caught you during your workout again did I?”, already knowing his schedule better than he knew it himself.
“Tasha you know I love to breathe heavily in your ear early in the morning” he joyfully flirted.
She was not in a mood this morning for his charming antics.
“I have you on speaker phone with a client so shut the hell up and listen.” She always asserted her dominance when presenting for a client. She felt strong and Brock was especially educated in her ways of client presentation.
“Okay, no foreplay. What do we have on the agenda for this morning?” grinning coyly.
Brock always seemed to flash her with innuendo of their prior relationship, which up to this point had only been one meeting in Barbados at an appointment with an asset from the other side. They had been assigned to deliver the parcel to another team for interrogation when a rescue attempt caused him to take a bullet in his left shoulder while diving across her body shielding her from certain death. They completed the mission and she was promoted for her efforts. Brock found the inside of a safe hospital and was treated for 3 months. They have never laid eyes on each other since that day. There had only been telephone liaisons.
She was thinking of him in her memory as she always had when hearing his voice. Once you have had your life saved by someone, a bond is fused which will never be ruined by outside influences. Yes she had been promoted to supervise her assets, but this asset was especially close to her soul.
“We need you to present a conference in Switzerland in 3 days” she revealed.
“To whom will I be presenting?” he asked knowing the answer before it left his lips.
“The Swiss ambassador will present you with that information. He has all of the details and will provide your presentation materials. The client is the Swiss Economic Council. They have need for an upgrade in there banking software and I felt your company could provide the best information. I am here with the chief advisor to the council, Mr. Klammer.”
“Good morning, Mr. Klammer. I hope you have enjoyed the beautiful company of my boss this morning” he grinned again.
“She has been most hospitable,” he snapped. William Klammer was a mousy man and his voice gave this away. He compensated by barking as he talked.
“Brock?”
“Yes sugar pie” he always had another pet name for her each time they spoke.
“You will not be presenting your information alone this time. The client has requested more than one consultant.”
He could tell there was a concern in her voice and she was hinting that there was more to her statement. He had not been asked to be a host with other assets in the past.
“Brock, I’ll see you in Geneva” her voice trailed off.
He stopped running in place and held his breath. Sweat had begun to run down his back and the wind was suddenly colder. She had not been in the field since the day he first saw her. He was suddenly concerned about this particular assignment. He disguised his concern.
“Well sugar pie, I cannot wait to have the pleasure of your company again. I will have the Champagne and bucket of ice chilled upon your arrival.”
She had ended the conversation upon hearing the first words of his response. He was always a little cavalier in his discussions with her. This was not what she needed from him now. She was not in a mood this time for his antics. She reached for her drawer and found the passport that she had used in Barbados. Under the passport was a picture of Brock. It was a Christmas card he had sent to her with a picture of him behind his house . She paused as she looked in his eyes. She would finally get to see the man that had saved her life those many months ago.
“Mr. Klammer I will be in Geneva on Thursday to introduce our presentation to the council.” Suddenly her heart was beating and her adrenaline began to swell - a field assignment. Her confidence began to wane as she thought of being in the game again. She exited her office and could only think of seeing Brock for the first time since he saved her life.
“God protect me and be with him,” she whispered to herself as she entered the street. She jumped into the taxi and began to concentrate on the mission. This would take all of her experience and would place in danger the asset she so wanted to be close to. She closed her eyes and saw his. She must ignore the feelings she was having. Nothing could jeopardize the safety of this mission. She began to transform into the cold agent she had been accustomed to those many months ago as a field agent. Fear and concern were not options, was love an option that she could suppress? Suddenly she felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach. Her heartbeat quickened. She was about to see him. She could already feel his strong hands holding her. She tried to breath but his soul was already touching her. She would enjoy this feeling. It was a long plane trip to Geneva.
***
Brock was in his study, going over the items that he would need for this particular mission. He always had a checklist in his mind of items he would use. He could not concentrate as he continued to wonder why Natasha had been asked to accompany him to Switzerland. He usually worked alone in most operations. Other assets he had worked with were faceless men and unnamed women that had no soul and he did not see them as more than assets. Today he as shocked with the news that Natasha would be his partner. He suddenly felt a rush or worry about her safety and the safety of the mission. He had to put aside his feelings for her, but he could not wipe from his mind her blue eyes and the beautiful smile. This was going to be difficult.
He finished packing the items and as he headed toward his truck he quickly wheeled and remembered he needed another item. This would be something that he never left without. He had always carried it next to his heart. A gold Crucifix sent to him while he was recuperating from his wounds after that fateful day in Barbados. On the back of the cross was inscribed the word “Remember”. She had sent this as a way of thanking him for saving her life and wanted him to know that she was always going to remember her guardian angel from that day forward. This was one of only two things that he had ever kept as memories of his life in the company. The other item was a permanent reminder of his friend, his partner and a brother in arms. The tattoo on his left shoulder, ironically near the bullet’s entry scar, was that of a dagger, with a snake, and at the tip of the dagger a single rose. This was a memory he would always carry. This was a monument or shrine to a fallen comrade. His partner died in his arms in a rainforest in South America. His friend and partner was still there, but he would carry him forever. He swore he would never lose another. Now Natasha would be that partner. He swore his resolve would not be hindered by his feelings for her.
On the Leer jet provided by his company, he closed his eyes and thought of her beauty. He then drifted off to sleep. He would dream of touching her hair and of her soft skin next to his.
I can show you how to make a separate page for the story!! You can have as many pages as you like, one for each cahpter is you want. You can IM me or call and I can walk you through it! That way, the entries won't overwhelm the posting page. I can's wait to read it!!
1. Here's a suggestion: make her blue eyes the effect of colored contacts--they will have a night together, and he will discover to his surprise and delight that the true color of her eyes is a soft jade green, and that the icy blue of his partner and colleague's eyes was a clever deception, a part of the veneer, and in moments of naked honesty and intimacy would be tucked away in her Bausch and Lomb contacts case. Huh? Huh? You like??
2. I LOVE that he has a Leer jet (as opposed to Lear). It's like Austin's Shaguar. Rrrorrrww!!!
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