Old Scars – GS.

Breakfast is always better when someone else makes it.  Frank and Isa are about to enjoy the delights of Jax’s Coffee house.

Scene setting : Jax’s Coffee House.

Co-written with Chor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Pulling the door open for Isa, Frank peeked inside to see how bad the crowd was this morning. Thankfully, Jax’s was about half full which meant that they would easily get a table and the wait would not be all that long. Following Isa in, Frank stared down at those white shorts. The tell tale showing of Isa’s panties, which Frank had seen earlier gave the detective reason to smile. He had acted like a total goof when she emerged from the bathroom looking for towels. Thankfully, Frank felt that Isa would have forgotten about all that by now. The welcoming aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans invigorating the senses.

Seeing a table free, Frank ushered Isa towards it and then pulled out a chair for her, just as you would expect a gentleman to do. “This is so much better than sharing a bowl of cornflakes and stale milk at my place.” Waiting for Isa to get comfortable, Frank moved to the opposite side of the table and took a chair, reaching for the menu. He knew one thing. Frank needed a large cup of coffee, and then he would see what took his fancy on the menu.

On the way over, the conversation had been light. Mainly about how his little boy loved to play soccer on Saturdays. Much of the time, Frank was working, so he had missed many of his son’s matches – much to his own disappointment. In all honesty, Frank didn’t feel like he had been a great father to his son. So much of his important milestones had been missed, and all because of the job. It made him wonder if having kids was such a good idea in the first place, but his son was an accident. Do you tell your child such a thing? No. Well, you shouldn’t. Frank tried to hide the sadness of how he missed his little boy, but his ex had made sure that Frank would never get custody or visitation. All Frank had was a handful of photographs, and one small soccer shirt. Maybe one day, when his son was old enough he would seek Frank out. Or would it be too late? Missy had remarried and the guy was a writer with plenty of time at home to be there for Frank’s son. How easy it was to be replaced.

Taking up the menu, Frank held it up and whistled.

“Eggs Benedict. My favorite.” Frank had already made up his mind.

“See anything you fancy?” This was asked as a waitress approached their table, tablet in hand ready to take their order.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isolde was a little hesitant to enter the restaurant, because just in stepping from the cab she’d already had enough looks – mostly at her backside- for the morning. The woman braved it, though, and allowed Frank to kindly open the door for her to enter. Her escort immediately found them a table and gladly sat down in the chair he’d retrieved. The whole place was aflutter with quiet chatter and Isa caught conversations here and there. She was not really listening in, but when the ebb and flow of the words came like a wave; there was only one conversation left to hear and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Isa had barely even glanced at the menu, but had mostly made her mind up on the way that she would have waffles.

“Be careful what you wish for: I survived my childhood eating muesli every day,” Isa joked, though it was true. In the dark, quiet mornings as her family sat around the worn wooden table eating their typical German breakfast, Isa would have killed for cornflakes. The thought of that made a smile curve her lips. Suddenly, Isa’s eyes caught something on the menu. Crepes. Oh god, that was it. Her waffle-filled morning had come to an end. It would be crepes with black berry jam and she decided this all before Frank even uttered a word. When the waitress appeared, she looked to her with a light smile.

“guten Morgen,” she said, then closed her menu and placed it to the side, “I’ll have the crepes, with blackberry jam…or preserves, whichever you’ve got? And coffee; one cream and…well, I suppose if you can bring me the sugar it’ll be easier.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was nice to listen to Isa speak with that slight accent that Frank had not really picked up on before. Easing back in his chair, as he went over the menu he only lifted his eyes away from it to watch Isa give her over to the barista. “No waffles?’ Frank was a little surprised that Isa had changed her mind so quickly, but obviously she preferred the idea of crepes that morning instead, now that she saw the full range of breakfasts offered on the menu. The waitress took down both their orders and spun on her heel – quickly away to go and get their breakfasts started. Frank had to admit, the service was great. Placing the menu back in the holder, Frank couldn’t help but say something about those white shorts.

“Amazing how you are the same size as my ex. Those shorts are pretty…uhm…”Thankfully he stopped himself before he made a massive gaff. “….nice.” He let out an loud exhale of breathe followed by a smile as he decided to change tact. “You really stuck your neck out for me, you know. The Commander has probably been at the station all night.” The meaning behind this statement was that Commander Bracks was probably destroying her computer files and anything incriminating on it. It was a fair bet that he had people that owed him favors around the office. Some people got promotions that they didn’t earn. Not by performance results, anyways. It was troubling, to say the least.

Remembering his cellphone, he took it out from his pocket and then placed it on the table in front of him. “Tommy messaged me. Sounded mad as fuck.” Frank ticked his head a little to the left, remembering what state he had been in the night before. Frank toyed with the phone for a moment, almost too nervous to call Tommy back.

“I really do owe you one, Isa. You pretty much saved my life.”

Did she understand the gravity of his words? Truth be told though. Frank was not out of the woods yet. There were people out there with objectives. Dishonest and clever people. Frank was a pawn that many wanted seen taken off the board.

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isolde wiggled in her chair. Funny he should mention the shorts; they weren’t the same size, as Isa’s hips definitely did not lie about how these white atrocities were, but enough where she wasn’t bursting at the seams.

“Nice isn’t the word I’d use, but ja, they’re…int’resting, to say the least.”

The way he said it though, she knew he’d jsut stopped himself from saying something very, very different. The way he attempted to change the subject had her laughing on the inside, then what he said had her truly laughing. Bracks? Do work?

“Yeah, that’s not likely. That fat pig probably slept like a baby with his new wife while his dirty lackeys did his job for him…” Isa nearly spat, just thinking about the Commander putting her off a bit. She had a particular bone to pick with that man, and not just because of the situation with Frank or just his shitty human being status in general. There was far more history between the two that Isa hadn’t divulged on yet. She’d hoped she’d never have to, but eventually someone has to know. Especially now that Claura’s files have gone missing. Isolde rubbed her leg where a few symbols could be seen, sighing. So much to do, yet she just wanted to enjoy the happiness she was truly feeling here with Frank. She could only imagine the sight of her office, her lab, maybe even her apartment? At the mention of Frank’s friends, Isa felt guilty for forgetting about them. The poor woman who’d been shot and the other man…the reporter? She hoped they fared well. Isolde was caught off guard by Frank’s words and the utter sincerity of them. Blinking, she looked to his eyes.

“I was only doing what I wish someone had done for me,” she said a little sheepishly. Old scars, reminders of those days when she hadn’t had anyone to tell her that it would be okay, burned on her wrists.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Isa’s laughter was infectious and of course the way that she described Commander Bracks had chuckle. Frank would have laughed a bit louder save for the fact that what Isa said was pretty spot on. He was a disgusting pig of a man, and you had to feel sorry for the woman that he went home to at night. There was just something not quite right about the man. Frank couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Bracks had a sinister streak. The kind of guy that gained pleasure from torturing animals. Just the mental picture of him sleeping as Isa said made Frank shudder. Frank tapped the table twice with his open palm and then said “Enough about him, okay? Wouldn’t want to ruin your breakfast.” Yes, a change in conversation was a top idea and of course when Frank had said that he was grateful for Isa for everything she had done for him, he softened when she said that she was doing what she had hoped someone had done for her.“Really?”

Frank’s brow knitted slightly as he reached across the table to take her hand. He remembered her placing down a white rose as a symbol for the one she lost – Claura. That was her name, Frank thought. Frank’s thumb moved delicately across the top of Isa’s hand as he was about to ask about Claura, when the waitress brought over the crepes with blackberry jam as well as some cutlery. It sure did look good. Frank knew it was time to pull his hand away. “Don’t want it getting cold, now.” A simple nod and he gestured for her to eat as he waited for his meal to be brought out. A cup of coffee was placed down and filled by the barista and he thanked her kindly, before looking back at Isa.

“This is nice.” Frank, the King of small talk. If he could though, Frank could talk underwater when the mood was right. In this instance, the detective was wanting to ensure that Isolde enjoyed her breakfast. He took up his coffee cup and blew on it gently, then took a sip before placing the cup back down in the saucer with a gentle clink.

“You never did tell me about those tattoos.”

~RB~

Story with no end.

I felt them

Heard their voices

Watched their tears

Travelled through time

Shared their fears

But now they are gone

And I can’t get them back

Am I emotionally devoid?

How the hell did I lose track?

 

Silence

My cries go unheard

The world simply stopped

Blackened heart….ruined

The loneliness is crippling

I would give all to return

Yet…it is my fault

I left them all to burn.

 

~RB~

 

Sardine and banana sandwiches!

 

I grew up with Crikey the Clown and Agro.  One of the best segments was when kids got to post in recipes for Crikey to try.  This clip features Crikey dared to taste a Sardine and Banana sandwich with tomato sauce and strawberry jam.  The laughs really happen when they go back to the studio.

Friday funnies – What every Tradie needs.

Bet you have seen a few cheeky tradies in your time.  Bent over and….hello!  Well, this seems to mask the problem.

Fitzy and Wippa’s – Taylor Swift ‘Shake It Off’ PARODY Kings Cross

 

If you know Kings Cross in Sydney, then this parody by Fitzy and Wippa is on the money.  Using Taylor Swift’s “Shake it off”, it’s a great take on what its like to spend a night at the Cross.

 

It’s the black sheep of the state
It is the seedy gateway
We only see it late (Doof Doof)Never through the day (Can I borrow a dollar mate)
Taxis stay away
Red lights on display
And there’s coppers on the chase, (Police siren)For people off their face, ooht, ooht
Bouncers they keep booting
And steroid freaks keep losing
And young blokes keep pursuing
For a chick
Saying, “this is gonna be my night”
Cause the ravers gonna rave, rave, rave, rave
Politicians gonna play, play, play, play, play
I just lost my mates, mates, mates, mates, mates
In the Cross, In the Cross
And the boobs well they’re all fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Every townie is so vain, vain, vain, vain, vain
Every bloke thinks they’re Drake, Drake, Drake, Drake
In the Cross, In the Cross
Bada Bing grab a seat
Dim Sim King go and eat
Ju Ju’s Karaoke, (Get off)
And Hugos to be seen, (Members only mate)
I’m dancing on my own (dancing on my own)
Until a drag queen has a go (moves up as I go
)He/she doesn’t take a no, mmm-mmm
And we end up heading home, mmm-mmm
And the bikies they’ll keep cruising
And Jarrad Hayne well they’ll keep shooting
And the footy clubs keep abusing
All the boys
Saying, “Please not in the Cross tonight”
Cause the girls are gonna wave, wave, wave, wave, wave
And the sailors are gonna pay, pay, pay, pay
Time to stay away, way, way, way, way
In the Cross, In the Cross
And the cops are gonna raid, raid, raid, raid
Binge Drinkers gonna stray, stray, stray, stray
St. Vincents well they pray, pray, pray, pray
In the Cross, In the cross

Afterglow – GS.

 

Tommy and Elissa have just enjoyed their second tryst in a matter of hours.  Now, they reflect in the afterglow.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

Co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  There was one certainty: Elissa was going to have to buy new sheets, a new bedframe, and possibly a new mattress after this mad escapade. Every part of her was quivering with the tension of the approaching climax, both eager for it to come and at the same time not wanting it to stop. She held on as long as she could, and all the while his wonderful grip and siren-like voice entranced her into perfect rhythm with him, his twitching member making practically controlling her.

Then, on the last of those three thrusts she felt him slam into and hold on her spot, she immediately cried out as her entire body seemed to respond by reversing onto him. Her breath caught as her lower area clamped possessively onto him, her fluids cascading out of her while she quietly screamed at the ceiling and arched her back as far as she could manage. With this wonderful release every inch of her body seemed to be struck with lightning, and she felt as if she would be paralyzed in this mad moment. She had no idea how long her own climax lasted, but it seemed to go on forever, all the while she seemed to be holding her breath, only gasping once it finally finished.

By the time she was done, her mouth and throat were dry as a desert, her body was slick with sweat alongside a good portion of her hair, and she didn’t look forward to what she’d need to do to her sheets. And it was oh so worth it. The moment that she was let back down on to the bed and Tommy flopped over by her, she promptly laid down on top of him, nuzzling her head into his neck and closing her eyes as she snuggled up to him, soaking in this wonderful feeling. Her hands rested limply on him, and if she weren’t still occasionally moving one would be forgiven to think she’d passed out… and while she wasn’t sleepy, boy did she feel exhausted. This… this was the best night… morning… encounter she’d had with anyone, bar none, and she was very quickly reconsidering her thought of ‘maybe it’s not love’ after this… Gosh, she was still tingling from head to toe.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy was exhausted. Euphoric, but completely spent. The bed gave one last groan as the two collapsed from exhaustion and relief. What started as a playful romp in the kitchen, turned into a frantic and wild few hours of rough and tumble love making. From whispered words, to outright screams of passion – well, silent ones from Elissa. Tommy’s throat was dry and he noisily tried to take in breath – gasping as Elissa laid herself on top of him. She was completely spent – soaked in sweat and her own release. Funnily enough, Tommy had this goofy smile on his face. It was like his mind had gone blank and he couldn’t even string a sentence together. Drugged by the feelings that were now felt not just by him, but by Elissa as well. Lazily, he draped an arm across Elissa’s back and tilted his head forward enough to plant a kiss on her wet forehead.

“Well that was unexpected.” No shit.

Tommy then let out a small laugh, which grew louder as he cuddled Elissa close to his chest. There was no way he could go a third round. He was only human after all. It was going to take a while to come down from the high that Tommy was feeling, his body tingling and aching all at the same time.

“I know this is going to sound corny, but….THAT WAS THE BEST EVER!” His enthusiasm would probably scare her as his voice became raised at the end of the sentence. Tommy then let his head fall back on the pillow and conceded one small thing. “I don’t want to get up.” He knew he should, but for now, he wanted to savor the moment.

~RB~

 

VunG:  There was no way that Elissa would be able to do a whole heck of a lot for the time being, she was absolutely beaten. When she had let Tommy into her home, she wouldn’t have even imagined that this was how they would wind up, but damn she felt so completely purged. She was so utterly exhausted, so soaked with sweat, and she felt struck dumb with what had just happened. It was just as well she couldn’t speak, she probably would’ve been unable to say anything coherent anyways. As his hands wrapped around her, she settled lightly into it, her fingers resting lightly on his shoulders as they cuddled in the afterglow. His unexpected comment got a chuckle out of her, and she nodded agreeably while he continued to laugh at this amazing feeling. Like him, she still felt like she was somewhere on cloud nine, and she had no intention of willingly coming down any time soon.

To his strangely energetic compliment, she winced a little at the volume but found her smile widening and she looked at him with a cheerful (if not slightly tired) grin, going over and giving him a kiss on the cheek and looking to his eyes with a cheery expression. She agreed one hundred and ten percent, this was just downright awesome, and she felt awesome, and he should feel awesome. As he flopped back to his pillow and stated his desire to remain in place, she chuckled and let out a content sigh, reaching up and putting her hands in front of his eyes and stated plainly, ~Then don’t,~ at which point she let herself flop down against him and closed her eyes. Ah… she felt like she could sleep right now, just pass out in this warm feeling. Ah… this was just what they both needed.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was lights out. Well, it was Elissa’s hands coming to rest upon Tommy’s eyes with the very soft voice. Barely above a whisper, but Tommy heard it. ~Then don’t~ giving him the okay that he didn’t have to get up. The sweet and sweaty lass then lay herself down against him, so he couldn’t get up even if he wanted to. Now, it was his turn to surrender when she pulled away her hands. The wonderfully warm feelings were not just his. She made herself quite comfortable upon him and that was when she closed her eyes. Tommy’s right hand moved to the middle of her back, and started to stroke her lightly, until it would finally come to rest. Slowly his hand slipped from her back and landed upon the torn cotton sheet – his head lolling slowly to rest on the pillow and his eyes closing.

Nothing, but the gentle sound of breathing was all that was heard. Exhaustion had claimed them both and they fell into a deep sleep.

When they woke later, would things change for the pair?

Out on the coffee table in the lounge room was the evidence that showed the Commander in a few compromising and disgusting positions. Perfect material for blackmail, should Tommy decide to use it. Course, they had still not heard back from Frank. No doubt, Elissa was going to give him a piece of her mind.

Back in the bedroom however, all that was forgotten for now. Tommy’s mind was filled with one person….and that was the woman he held in his arms.

~RB~

 

VunG:  As Tommy’s hands came to rest on her back, Elissa felt utterly safe, his arms were all that she needed in this moment, and he seemed to be more than happy to provide. She felt herself slowly nestling into their sweat-slicked embrace, and as he stroked her back she snuggled up to him… and eventually all of her attempts to remain awake would fade away into the land of dreams, his shoulder making her pillow and his chest her mattress.

Gradually she fell into what was likely the deepest sleep she ever had, one free from thoughts of work of tomorrow or the horrors of yesteryear. Her mind was cleansed of the strange and horrifying pictures from Joey, from the gossip-inducing blackmail-quality works involving the Commander, from being wounded yet again. No, the fire in Elissa’s heart was tempered for once, instead her dreams simply being pleasant, soft things with only one other person to share them with: the man that now cradled her in his arms.

Perhaps Franks should hope that she forgets about his drastic abandonment and apparent suicidal intent; because right now she was at peace and if he kept his head down she’d probably just let it go. As it was, whenever Tommy awoke she would still be out like a light, quietly snoozing against her lover. Regardless what the future brought, she was pretty damn certain that their relationship wouldn’t be the same. Love or not, Elissa had every intent of staying around Tommy long enough to find out.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Such a serene face captivated Tommy as he slowly opened his eyes to find Elissa snuggled close up against his chest. A wry smile crept upon his face as he eased himself up slightly, hoping not to wake this sleeping beauty. Her breath was warm yet light against his bare skin and this sent a tingle through his body like an electrical current. Memories of the wonderful mornings activities replayed themselves over and over in a loop. Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle softly at just how incredible Elissa was. One who was unable to speak, was able to let her body do the talking and what a tale it told. Elissa was at times soft and gentle, like now in his arms and yet when the fires of passion were ignited, she was a virtual hell cat in the sack. Demanding, and wild. Tommy came to discover that she liked it rough and it was something he was more than willing to offer her. It wasn’t till he noticed the bandages from the night before that he suddenly cursed himself. Damn, she must have been hurt more by their play – but she hadn’t complained once. Tommy moved his hand to stroke her back softly, all the while just staring at her face. He could gaze at her day in and day out and never be bored. Tommy would hold a candle to Elissa till such a time where she tired of him. It was clear she wasn’t after anything serious, though Tommy had never felt this way about a woman before. Could it be a sign that he was changing his ways? Had the Tommy Tiger been tamed?

Right now, all he cared about was savoring the moment, the magic that the two shared.

Tipping his head forward slightly, he ran his nose through Elissa’s hair, raining small kisses as he went. Even in the afterglow of their wild lovemaking, she still smelt incredible. If only he could bottle it.

Tommy hoped that his actions might stir Elissa from her slumber. Not cause he was eager to go again, but more cause he wanted to see that smile once more.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Eventually Tommy’s actions would get Elissa to start waking, though it was slow definitely. Initially just his hand’s movements along her back would get her to stir a little in her sleep, a sound like a tiger’s chuff peeking through as she snuggled a little bit up against him. His kisses along her hair would take a little while, but she would finally let out a light squeak-like groan and start looking up towards him, an amused smile on her face at his antics. As tired as she probably looked, she was perfectly fine with Tommy waking her. In fact, while she hadn’t really thought about it, seeing him smiling at her was oddly… soothing. She wasn’t really looking for a serious relationship, but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t take one if it became clear that there was a connection, and truth be told she was feeling really safe around Tommy. She felt like she didn’t need to be on-guard at all times. She felt… content. There was a word that she hadn’t felt in some time. Could this really be happening to her again? Had someone actually penetrated her jaded heart?

Well, if nothing else, he’d certainly penetrated something and piqued her interest. Smiling back at him, she leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips before mouthing sleepily, *Morning* and giving a big cat-like yawn before crossing her arms on his chest and laying her head on them, still looking up at his wonderful face. Hrmm… he really did have an interesting smell… she really didn’t know what to think about it, but she was pretty certain, she liked it. There was a really enticing look in his eye too, it was really sweet and it made her wonder what he was thinking about.

 

A Yummy Mummy – SS.

Back at Hell’s Kitchen, the Doctor gives his creation a test.

Scene setting : Demonstration room, Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Roxanne was glad that the creature took a liking to her, even if it was only because of her glorious boobies. Narcissa seemed to be just as enthusiastic as she was, but Igor and The Doctor were a different case. The fact that the creature turned into a docile behemoth at the sight of a pair of breasts wasn’t what they had hoped for. “I’m sorry Doctor, I hope it’s not my fault…or my boobs fault rather.” It probably had nothing to do with anything she did, and rather just something to do with the brain inside the creature. Regardless of the reason behind this kind of behavior, it would still possibly carry some kind of negative effect.

Moo:  Narcissa moved closer to the monster casually, then spun to stand beside Roxanne. “Well they are almost falling out of your dress,” she commented with a wide grin. Of course she hadn’t meant any offense by the comment; Narcissa rarely thought before she spoke. “Mine stay hidden in the lab coat!” She turned Roxanne by the shoulders and began to tug at the opening in the dress, pulling them together. The struggle was rather visible, as the nurse’s breasts knocked together and the dress was still a good inch from meeting itself. “We have to get a better dress!” Narcissa exclaimed with wide eyes. She let go of the dress and watched Roxanne’s breasts bounce back in place, jiggling before settling. Another noise of satisfaction came from the monster before the female held up a finger with an idea. “Gauze! You can be like me!”
Shuffling to a nearby desk where she kept her own supply of the stuff, she sifted through it and brought some back. With Roxanne’s big boobies covered, maybe the monster would return its focus. Narcissa held up the gauze and lifted her brows with a grin. “Yes?”

Razorbackwriter:  Narcissa was definitely the only one that could come up with a wise solution with how to cover up Roxanne’s breasts to stop the slobbering giant of a creation. The good Doctor grinned as he watched Narcissa approach Roxanne with the gauze which would do the trick, but also earn Roxanne a new nickname. Igor kept a close lazy eye on the creation who was transfixed by the bodacious Roxanne. If it weren’t for the fact that this was a serious matter, all would be laughing at the situation before them.

“Wrap her up tighter than King Tut!” Wilhelm ordered, as he turned to face his creation – who had drool running down his chin. “You! You and I need to talk.”

The creation slowly turned his head and leered down at the good Doctor, who was rubbing his chin and staring back up at the super soldier. How could he turn this fascination with the female breast to his advantage in combat? Needless to say, it was a real pickle. Special optical lenses? A hypnotic programme while he slept. to tell him he didn’t fancy bosoms.

“Rrrrrrrrr.” The creature snarled at the Doctor, while the sound of Roxanne being mummified went on in the background. The Doctor had heard of taping down bosoms before….but this was ridiculous. Igor was starting to doubt that it was just the boobs that had the creature so fixated. “What if its not just her boobs, Master?”

This had the Doctor wondering. He then turned to ask Roxanne a huge favor. “Roxanne? I want you to lead the creature out to the demonstration room and see if you can get him to attack one of our test subjects.” What they had in the demonstration room was an orc that they often used as fighting partners for various experiments. He was about 6 foot and a mean bastard. If Roxanne could order the creature to fight and not have it continue to stare at her breasts….they may be on to something.

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne blinked rapidly in confusion as she looked between all her friends. Just what was going on with this creation? She looked down at her full chest as Narcissa tried to pull her outfit closer together. There was simply no defying the luscious melons reality defying proportions, at least by ordinary means. Soon enough, Narcissa gave up on trying to fix her outfit and ran off. What the girl was up to she didn’t know, but she had a feeling she was gonna find out soon enough. Eventually Narcissa returned with a ton of gauze, which she promptly began wrapping her in. She couldn’t help but giggle as she was slowly mummified to an extent. Once her chest was wrapped up and no longer exposed, she looked over at the Doctor and tilted her head at his request. There was no refusing him, not that she ever would to begin with. “Right away Doctor!” She had done some work with the demonstration room before, so she was rather familiar with the procedure. The only real reason it was risky this time was because this creature was…unusual. Regardless, she skipped over to the creature and placed both her hands onto one of his. She quickly tugged him along with her into the previously mentioned room, and then stood between the creature and the Orc.“Okay…umm…could you please fight this guy?” She pointed at the Orc, which she mouthed ‘sorry’ towards, before turning her attention back to the creature. Was it going to obey her ‘command’?

Moo:  Narcissa merrily circled around Roxanne several, several times at the prompting of the Good Doctor. “Aye-aye, Doc!” she nearly sang out before she giggled. Appreciation for her idea was not neglected, for she delightfully hummed in her movements. The gauze would cover every bit of the nurse’s oddly large breasts. “You’re starting to look like me!” she commented while taping the last bit together. The frankenteinian monster took a step back and clapped and swiped her hands together, as if ridding them of dust before planting them on her hips. She stood there with the biggest grin covering the lower half of her face, it was almost as ridiculous as Roxanne’s boobs. Rather proud of her work, she nodded her head in delight; one simple, swift motion as her eyes gleamed. With the request from Wilhelm, Narcissa was no longer needed. Yet she was happy to stand by and watch as the nurse pulled the giant monstrosity into the next room. However, she would gladly situate herself in front of the door of said room, awaiting with genuine excitement and curiosity to see what the the doctor’s glorious creation would do next.

Razorbackwriter:  The demonstration room was more like a small arena, or bull fighting pit. It allowed the Doctor and his paying guests to see his work in action or in this case allow Narcissa, Igor and Roxanne to witness the colossal giant live up to the expectations of all. The fact that the creature had taken a shine to Roxanne had been unexpected, and hopefully if the Doctor’s thoughts on the matter were accurate, this demonstration may prove fruitful….or deadly for the hapless orc. Wilhelm offered his hand to Narcissa to lead her up to the viewing platform, with Igor to close the iron grate that would keep the orc from escaping. Roxanne was fantastic, leading the giant into the stone pit and then giving the order…in a nice way.

“Okay…umm…could you please fight this guy?”

The creation smiled at her in a goofy way, before slowly turning his head towards his opponent. The green orc took one look at the giant and his jaw dropped open. The giant, who wanted to do EXACTLY what Roxanne asked, raised both fists and then pummeled his chest like a silver back gorilla, before roaring loudly at the orc. What happened next…well, it was comical to say the least. The orc dropped his battle axe and started to run in the opposite direction as the giant took off – each foot fall causing an earth quake like shuddering to the arena. Around….and around the pair went, with the orc even running up to the iron gate that Igor had shut and pulling on it helplessly. Of course, the giant was right behind him and grabbed him by the neck and pulled him away from the gate. A startled looking Igor chewed his lip as the pounding began. The giant smashed his fist into the orc’s head over and over till blood was seeping out of his nose…and his ears. Teeth were flying in all directions as the orc screamed for mercy. But just when you thought the giant had done enough damage, he then ripped the orc’s head clear off his shoulders. Blood spewed from the gaping hole in the orc’s neck as the giant held it aloft and roared loudly in triumph.

The Doctor was flabbergasted. Igor was stunned to silence.

Finally, the Doctor spoke. “I’d say that was a good test result.” He started to chuckle as the Giant offered the head of the orc to Roxanne like it was a bunch of flowers.

“Mmmmmmm!” He murred.

~RB~