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vigorliA Life Known
Chapter 29
Title: Getting Caught
Rating:NC-17
Disclaimer: See previous
Feedback: Yes my precious!
Viggo and Orlando meet under unusual curcumstances.
A/N: I found out that there is no airport or flights to Canterbury, so I made up my own.
Chapter 29
Orlando watched the movie until Viggos voice started to get to him. He lay on the sofa and closed his eyes as he listened to the gentle rasp of Viggos voice, a soft smile on his face. He stretched along the sofa like a cat taking a nap and settled his hands behind his head, letting out a long sigh.
He could hear the voices faintly and could hear…moaning? He opened one eye and glanced at the set. He watched in fascination as Viggo was looking at Pearls crotch, and then gasped in surprise as he his head went down between her legs. Both eyes were wide now as he watched in amazement. “Shit,” he murmured quietly to himself as he watched Pearl moan again. He reached down and unconsciously rubbed the crotch of his pants and realized that it had hardened. “Down!” he hissed at his cock. “Mum will be back soon,” he definitely didn’t want his mum seeing that when she walked in.
The mood on the movie shifted and he sighed in relief, squirming slightly on the couch. But the change had no effect on his erect shaft. “Why can’t I even watch a movie with him in it without getting hard?” he asked no one in particular as he grabbed a pillow and held it over his erection, pushing down. But it had the opposite effect and he arched his hips upward as his hands pressed downward. “Mmmm,” he moaned as he closed his eyes. He shifted his hips up again, rubbing the pillow against his front. He brought his one hand down and let it wander up inside his shirt to one nipple, as he slowly circled the tight nub, feeling it harden at his touch. He pinched it lightly at first and let a hiss of pleasure escape his parted lips. He pinched it again rolling it firmly through his fingers and pressing harder. He felt the slight leak of fluids from his slit leaving a wet spot on his pants.
He pushed the pillow away and reached his hand down into the baggy jeans and slinked under the boxers and touched his hot, hard flesh. He let out a loud gasp as he arched up again. His eyes fluttering closed as he squeezed the tip. “Viggo,” he moaned as he slid his hand down further, the fluids making his hands slid along his hot flesh easier. He pinched and grasped himself until he was writhing on the couch, no thought to his mum coming home, only the sound of Viggos voice in the background; his rasp sounding incredibly sexy, and only making him harder.
He felt himself flush with heat as his hands moved faster across his aching need and his other hand snuck in around the back of his jeans to slid down his crease as his hips arched off the couch. “Oh god,” he moaned as he touched his entrance and felt the jolt that slammed through him. He grunted as his groin tightened at the sensitive touch. He was lost to the heavenly feelings that were going on in his body. He arched up into his hand as it moved faster along his rigid flesh.
A car door slammed outside and he jerked up on the couch suddenly. “Mum!” he cursed as he pulled his hands away from his erection and backside; he straightened his clothes as best as he could and quickly lay back on the couch, covering his obvious erection with the same pillow he had used earlier.
“Orli honey,” she called as she walked in. “Oh, your still watching TV,” she said smiling as Orlando winced.
She got a puzzled look on her face, “Are you alright sweetie? You look…. Very flushed,” she asked and she came near him and placed a hand on his forehead.
“I’m fine mum,” he said swallowing rapidly. “I’m fine, it’ just a little warm in here.”
Sonia looked at him with a frown, “It’s not a bit warm in here Orlando, maybe you have a temperature, let me get the thermometer.” She said as she walked into the kitchen.
“I’m fine Mum, I don’t need my temp taken,” he yelled as he squished the pillow harder on his cock, trying to force it down.
“Now Orlando, it will only take a minute, here now open your mouth,” she said and shoved the stick in his mouth as he nearly gagged on it. “I’ll be right back to check on you.” She said and went back into the kitchen.
Orlando rolled his eyes as he lay there. Minutes ticking away as he tried talking his cock into hibernation. He pulled the stick out. “No temp mum,” he yelled as he laid it on the table.
She walked back in a looked at the red line, “You have a little temp honey,” she said as she felt his forehead again, “And your very sweaty,” she said concerned.
Orlando laughed to himself, if you only knew why I’m sweaty, you wouldn’t be so concerned.
“Here honey let me take the pillow from you,” she said as she went to pull it away.
“No!” he cried out and grabbed it tightly.
“Orli, what is wrong with you?” she asked.
“Nothing mum, I just want to take a shower, then I’ll feel better okay?” he pleaded. “Go ahead and put the groceries away and I’ll go take a cool shower to lower my temp.”
She let out a heavy sigh, “Alright, but I want to have a good look at you when your done alright?”
“Sure mum,” he said with a slight smile.
Sonia slowly walked back into the kitchen, looking behind her one last time, shaking her head.
Orlando waited till she went around the corner and jumped off the coach and nearly ran to the loo, shutting the door behind him and locking it quickly. He was breathing heavy against the cool door. “Shit,” he murmured. “That was to damn close, what was I thinking?” He went and turned the shower on and stripped his clothes off staring down at the still hardened shaft. “You almost got us caught you know that?” he said to his cock as he got in the shower and let the cool water flow over his body.
He leaned his hand against the tile to steady himself as he let the water rush over his heated flesh. He grabbed the soap and lathered it in his hands and started washing his chest, his hands moving slowly over his nipples as he did. He would finish the job he started in here he decided, that was the only way to take care of said problem since it seemed it wasn’t going to go away on it’s own. He tweaked one nipple hard and felt his butt cheeks clench. He was very sensitive when it came to his nipples and he knew just how to caress them. His hand moved over to the other, rubbing the bar of soap slowly over the taut nipple, making it harder, if that was even possible. He let a soft groan escape his lips as he head dropped between his shoulders. He pinched his nipple one last time before he brought his hand to the center of his chest and down the path of soft dark hairs that led down to the patch of dark curly ones. His hand glided over his erect cock and the soap lubed the distended member quiet thoroughly. His body shuddered as he felt the all to wonderful sensations coursing through his body. He played with the head and slowly brought his hand around the stiff flesh, teasing himself. His only wish, that Viggo was here to do this to him instead of having to do it himself.
He brought his other hand around to the back of his body and trailed the crease between his ever so taut buttocks. They tightened automatically to the touch. He was glad he was so flexible that he could do this, his arms long and his fingers equally dexterous. He circled his entrance again and pushed one digit in slightly. He closed his eyes at the extreme pleasure he felt as his finger stretched his opening, going in further. He pushed in harder, gasping as his passage accepted the intrusion. He pulled out slightly and added his second finger working them both in his ever so tight passage, but loosening to his steady stretching. The grip on his cock moving faster as he did. He pushed in harder and found the little nub he so longed to brush over and did it immediately. He let out a chocked sob as his knees almost bucked beneath him. The dual assault on his body was making him dizzy. His cock thrusting into his hand and his passage clenching around his fingers snuggly. Suddenly it overwhelmed him and he cried out as his cock shot his release across the tile, his passage tightening around his fingers. He groaned as the last of his orgasm flowed over him and he leaned against the cool tile, his hands still in place. His eyes closed in a wonderful post orgasmic bliss, as his hand slowly moved over his spent member.
“Orlando, are you alright?” he heard the sound of his mothers voice through the door.
“Yes!” he squeaked out as he quickly released his flesh from his hand as if it had been burnt and pulled his fingers out and whimpering at the loss.
He heard the jiggling of the door. “I’m okay mum!” he yelled, as he quickly washed himself, and then turning off the shower and grabbing the nearby towel. He dried quickly and wrapped the towel around himself as he went to the door and unlocked it slowly and peered out. He looked at the scowl on his mothers face.
“I’m okay mum, really,” he said with a forced smile.
She frowned at her son. “You still look flushed Orlando,” she said. “I’m going to give you some medication when you get done.”
Orlando felt his shoulders slump. “Okay mum, I’ll be out in a bit.”
“What’s that on your face?” she asked.
“What!” he asked and quickly brought his hands up to his face. Feeling around to see if any of his release had gotten there too. He would not doubt it; it felt like he unloaded a ton of the shit. Orlando’s heart started to beat faster as she put her hand to his face to wipe away whatever was there.
“Mum!” he cried as he pulled away.
“Orlando what is with you?” she asked disturbed by his unusual behavior.
“Nothing, I’ll be out in a bit okay?”
“Oh, the reason I came to the door in the first place, “ she said after staring at her son. “You had a phone call.”
Orlando brown eyes widened. “Who was it? Did they leave a name? What did they sound like?” he asked all in a rush.
“It was a young man, I think he said his name was Lij,” he said.
Orlando’s heart sank; he was hoping it was Viggo calling him. But he should of known Elijah would of; once he found out he was gone, and he was sure it wouldn’t be a pleasant call either.
“Thanks mum, I’ll ring him when I get done okay,” he said as he went to shut the door.
“I’ll get some lunch ready then sweetie. You look like you could use some more meat on those bones of yours.” She walked back down the hallway and Orlando shut the door behind him.
He walked over to the mirror and looked at his reflection. He was getting thin he realized as he looked at his reflection. He hadn’t eaten properly for days with all the emotional turmoil he had been in.
He decided though, at that moment as he looked in the mirror and saw his flushed face. That he was not going to masturbate in his mum’s house ever again!
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Viggo was tense most of the way to London. He couldn’t sleep, all he could think about was Orlando and finding him as soon as he could. The stewardess Claire had stopped by several times during the flight to check on him, but he had told her he was fine and not to worry about him.
The flight seemed to last forever as he kept looking out the window for anything below, any sign of civilization. But he decided to try not to think about it, the more he did the longer it seemed to take. He thought about the watched kettle never boiling and tried to think about anything else, but what he would say to Orlando. That would be the most difficult of all. To convince the young man that he was serious and wanted a relationship with him, not only there in New Zealand, but afterwards too.
Hours later, he ears perked up as the pilot announced the coming arrival into London. He breathed a sigh of relief, almost there now, just the connecting flight and then to find Orlando’s house. Peter had given the address to Sean before they had left for the day and he had it in his wallet safely hidden.
The seatbelt light came on and he sat up and buckled the belt. The landing was fairly quiet and uneventful and the plane came to slow roll and stopped at its docking station. He undid his belt as it did and gathered his small belongings, eager to be on his next flight.
“Will you be able to find your next flight?” Claire asked as he approached her.
“Um, he mumbled as he looked at his packet. “Can you tell me where that is?” he asked as he handed her the paper.
“Oh yes, just as you leave this area go to the right and follow the signs. Its gate number 60B.” she said with a smile as she handed it back to him. “It will be a short flight for you.” She added. “I hope you find Orlando okay.”
“Thanks,” he said as he took the pamphlet back.
“Remember,” she called out behind him, 60B”
Viggo smiled and waved as he walked down the tunnel. He followed her directions and found the gate marked 60B.
It was due to take off within 20 minutes, so he didn’t have much time to rest and immediately boarded the next flight. It was a much smaller plane then the on he had been on.
It wasn’t long till the plane had departed and he was up in the air once more. But this time, his nerves were more on edge as he neared his destination. Once there, he had to find Orlando’s home and convince the man that he loved, to come back with him to New Zealand, and to give them another chance.
TBC……
Chapter 29
Title: Getting Caught
Rating:NC-17
Disclaimer: See previous
Feedback: Yes my precious!
Viggo and Orlando meet under unusual curcumstances.
A/N: I found out that there is no airport or flights to Canterbury, so I made up my own.
Chapter 29
Orlando watched the movie until Viggos voice started to get to him. He lay on the sofa and closed his eyes as he listened to the gentle rasp of Viggos voice, a soft smile on his face. He stretched along the sofa like a cat taking a nap and settled his hands behind his head, letting out a long sigh.
He could hear the voices faintly and could hear…moaning? He opened one eye and glanced at the set. He watched in fascination as Viggo was looking at Pearls crotch, and then gasped in surprise as he his head went down between her legs. Both eyes were wide now as he watched in amazement. “Shit,” he murmured quietly to himself as he watched Pearl moan again. He reached down and unconsciously rubbed the crotch of his pants and realized that it had hardened. “Down!” he hissed at his cock. “Mum will be back soon,” he definitely didn’t want his mum seeing that when she walked in.
The mood on the movie shifted and he sighed in relief, squirming slightly on the couch. But the change had no effect on his erect shaft. “Why can’t I even watch a movie with him in it without getting hard?” he asked no one in particular as he grabbed a pillow and held it over his erection, pushing down. But it had the opposite effect and he arched his hips upward as his hands pressed downward. “Mmmm,” he moaned as he closed his eyes. He shifted his hips up again, rubbing the pillow against his front. He brought his one hand down and let it wander up inside his shirt to one nipple, as he slowly circled the tight nub, feeling it harden at his touch. He pinched it lightly at first and let a hiss of pleasure escape his parted lips. He pinched it again rolling it firmly through his fingers and pressing harder. He felt the slight leak of fluids from his slit leaving a wet spot on his pants.
He pushed the pillow away and reached his hand down into the baggy jeans and slinked under the boxers and touched his hot, hard flesh. He let out a loud gasp as he arched up again. His eyes fluttering closed as he squeezed the tip. “Viggo,” he moaned as he slid his hand down further, the fluids making his hands slid along his hot flesh easier. He pinched and grasped himself until he was writhing on the couch, no thought to his mum coming home, only the sound of Viggos voice in the background; his rasp sounding incredibly sexy, and only making him harder.
He felt himself flush with heat as his hands moved faster across his aching need and his other hand snuck in around the back of his jeans to slid down his crease as his hips arched off the couch. “Oh god,” he moaned as he touched his entrance and felt the jolt that slammed through him. He grunted as his groin tightened at the sensitive touch. He was lost to the heavenly feelings that were going on in his body. He arched up into his hand as it moved faster along his rigid flesh.
A car door slammed outside and he jerked up on the couch suddenly. “Mum!” he cursed as he pulled his hands away from his erection and backside; he straightened his clothes as best as he could and quickly lay back on the couch, covering his obvious erection with the same pillow he had used earlier.
“Orli honey,” she called as she walked in. “Oh, your still watching TV,” she said smiling as Orlando winced.
She got a puzzled look on her face, “Are you alright sweetie? You look…. Very flushed,” she asked and she came near him and placed a hand on his forehead.
“I’m fine mum,” he said swallowing rapidly. “I’m fine, it’ just a little warm in here.”
Sonia looked at him with a frown, “It’s not a bit warm in here Orlando, maybe you have a temperature, let me get the thermometer.” She said as she walked into the kitchen.
“I’m fine Mum, I don’t need my temp taken,” he yelled as he squished the pillow harder on his cock, trying to force it down.
“Now Orlando, it will only take a minute, here now open your mouth,” she said and shoved the stick in his mouth as he nearly gagged on it. “I’ll be right back to check on you.” She said and went back into the kitchen.
Orlando rolled his eyes as he lay there. Minutes ticking away as he tried talking his cock into hibernation. He pulled the stick out. “No temp mum,” he yelled as he laid it on the table.
She walked back in a looked at the red line, “You have a little temp honey,” she said as she felt his forehead again, “And your very sweaty,” she said concerned.
Orlando laughed to himself, if you only knew why I’m sweaty, you wouldn’t be so concerned.
“Here honey let me take the pillow from you,” she said as she went to pull it away.
“No!” he cried out and grabbed it tightly.
“Orli, what is wrong with you?” she asked.
“Nothing mum, I just want to take a shower, then I’ll feel better okay?” he pleaded. “Go ahead and put the groceries away and I’ll go take a cool shower to lower my temp.”
She let out a heavy sigh, “Alright, but I want to have a good look at you when your done alright?”
“Sure mum,” he said with a slight smile.
Sonia slowly walked back into the kitchen, looking behind her one last time, shaking her head.
Orlando waited till she went around the corner and jumped off the coach and nearly ran to the loo, shutting the door behind him and locking it quickly. He was breathing heavy against the cool door. “Shit,” he murmured. “That was to damn close, what was I thinking?” He went and turned the shower on and stripped his clothes off staring down at the still hardened shaft. “You almost got us caught you know that?” he said to his cock as he got in the shower and let the cool water flow over his body.
He leaned his hand against the tile to steady himself as he let the water rush over his heated flesh. He grabbed the soap and lathered it in his hands and started washing his chest, his hands moving slowly over his nipples as he did. He would finish the job he started in here he decided, that was the only way to take care of said problem since it seemed it wasn’t going to go away on it’s own. He tweaked one nipple hard and felt his butt cheeks clench. He was very sensitive when it came to his nipples and he knew just how to caress them. His hand moved over to the other, rubbing the bar of soap slowly over the taut nipple, making it harder, if that was even possible. He let a soft groan escape his lips as he head dropped between his shoulders. He pinched his nipple one last time before he brought his hand to the center of his chest and down the path of soft dark hairs that led down to the patch of dark curly ones. His hand glided over his erect cock and the soap lubed the distended member quiet thoroughly. His body shuddered as he felt the all to wonderful sensations coursing through his body. He played with the head and slowly brought his hand around the stiff flesh, teasing himself. His only wish, that Viggo was here to do this to him instead of having to do it himself.
He brought his other hand around to the back of his body and trailed the crease between his ever so taut buttocks. They tightened automatically to the touch. He was glad he was so flexible that he could do this, his arms long and his fingers equally dexterous. He circled his entrance again and pushed one digit in slightly. He closed his eyes at the extreme pleasure he felt as his finger stretched his opening, going in further. He pushed in harder, gasping as his passage accepted the intrusion. He pulled out slightly and added his second finger working them both in his ever so tight passage, but loosening to his steady stretching. The grip on his cock moving faster as he did. He pushed in harder and found the little nub he so longed to brush over and did it immediately. He let out a chocked sob as his knees almost bucked beneath him. The dual assault on his body was making him dizzy. His cock thrusting into his hand and his passage clenching around his fingers snuggly. Suddenly it overwhelmed him and he cried out as his cock shot his release across the tile, his passage tightening around his fingers. He groaned as the last of his orgasm flowed over him and he leaned against the cool tile, his hands still in place. His eyes closed in a wonderful post orgasmic bliss, as his hand slowly moved over his spent member.
“Orlando, are you alright?” he heard the sound of his mothers voice through the door.
“Yes!” he squeaked out as he quickly released his flesh from his hand as if it had been burnt and pulled his fingers out and whimpering at the loss.
He heard the jiggling of the door. “I’m okay mum!” he yelled, as he quickly washed himself, and then turning off the shower and grabbing the nearby towel. He dried quickly and wrapped the towel around himself as he went to the door and unlocked it slowly and peered out. He looked at the scowl on his mothers face.
“I’m okay mum, really,” he said with a forced smile.
She frowned at her son. “You still look flushed Orlando,” she said. “I’m going to give you some medication when you get done.”
Orlando felt his shoulders slump. “Okay mum, I’ll be out in a bit.”
“What’s that on your face?” she asked.
“What!” he asked and quickly brought his hands up to his face. Feeling around to see if any of his release had gotten there too. He would not doubt it; it felt like he unloaded a ton of the shit. Orlando’s heart started to beat faster as she put her hand to his face to wipe away whatever was there.
“Mum!” he cried as he pulled away.
“Orlando what is with you?” she asked disturbed by his unusual behavior.
“Nothing, I’ll be out in a bit okay?”
“Oh, the reason I came to the door in the first place, “ she said after staring at her son. “You had a phone call.”
Orlando brown eyes widened. “Who was it? Did they leave a name? What did they sound like?” he asked all in a rush.
“It was a young man, I think he said his name was Lij,” he said.
Orlando’s heart sank; he was hoping it was Viggo calling him. But he should of known Elijah would of; once he found out he was gone, and he was sure it wouldn’t be a pleasant call either.
“Thanks mum, I’ll ring him when I get done okay,” he said as he went to shut the door.
“I’ll get some lunch ready then sweetie. You look like you could use some more meat on those bones of yours.” She walked back down the hallway and Orlando shut the door behind him.
He walked over to the mirror and looked at his reflection. He was getting thin he realized as he looked at his reflection. He hadn’t eaten properly for days with all the emotional turmoil he had been in.
He decided though, at that moment as he looked in the mirror and saw his flushed face. That he was not going to masturbate in his mum’s house ever again!
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Viggo was tense most of the way to London. He couldn’t sleep, all he could think about was Orlando and finding him as soon as he could. The stewardess Claire had stopped by several times during the flight to check on him, but he had told her he was fine and not to worry about him.
The flight seemed to last forever as he kept looking out the window for anything below, any sign of civilization. But he decided to try not to think about it, the more he did the longer it seemed to take. He thought about the watched kettle never boiling and tried to think about anything else, but what he would say to Orlando. That would be the most difficult of all. To convince the young man that he was serious and wanted a relationship with him, not only there in New Zealand, but afterwards too.
Hours later, he ears perked up as the pilot announced the coming arrival into London. He breathed a sigh of relief, almost there now, just the connecting flight and then to find Orlando’s house. Peter had given the address to Sean before they had left for the day and he had it in his wallet safely hidden.
The seatbelt light came on and he sat up and buckled the belt. The landing was fairly quiet and uneventful and the plane came to slow roll and stopped at its docking station. He undid his belt as it did and gathered his small belongings, eager to be on his next flight.
“Will you be able to find your next flight?” Claire asked as he approached her.
“Um, he mumbled as he looked at his packet. “Can you tell me where that is?” he asked as he handed her the paper.
“Oh yes, just as you leave this area go to the right and follow the signs. Its gate number 60B.” she said with a smile as she handed it back to him. “It will be a short flight for you.” She added. “I hope you find Orlando okay.”
“Thanks,” he said as he took the pamphlet back.
“Remember,” she called out behind him, 60B”
Viggo smiled and waved as he walked down the tunnel. He followed her directions and found the gate marked 60B.
It was due to take off within 20 minutes, so he didn’t have much time to rest and immediately boarded the next flight. It was a much smaller plane then the on he had been on.
It wasn’t long till the plane had departed and he was up in the air once more. But this time, his nerves were more on edge as he neared his destination. Once there, he had to find Orlando’s home and convince the man that he loved, to come back with him to New Zealand, and to give them another chance.
TBC……
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Date: 2006-09-06 11:55 pm (UTC)*giggles*
ok enough of that...Can I just tell you that, that whole Orlando on the couch watching Viggo and touching himself portion was...wow..then I was sure that the car door was gonna be Viggo. Dang it. :-) and then the shower scene? Everything about this chapter was more or less kinda hot. Thanks, LOL
Oh and before I forget...the whole 60B thing with Claire was a great little insider reference to the E-Town movie. How many more chapters do you have planned for this story? 'Cause I don't know if I really wanna see it end...;-P
*hugs*
~C~
Can I just say that I love be9ing the first to comment on your fics.... *giggles*
Almost done
Date: 2006-09-07 01:08 am (UTC)Thanks again. Almost done! *Sigh*
Re: Almost done
Date: 2006-09-07 05:05 am (UTC)'...it was only kinda hot? *Sniff* I never did say what was on his face...'
It'll be really HOT when they're reunited...LOL. As for what was on his face...I'd really rather not think about it. *giggles*
Oh! I agree with you about 60B...I loved it when he was bouncing all over the car too.
*hugs*
~C~
Re: Almost done
Date: 2006-09-08 07:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-07 07:18 am (UTC)Trains, Planes and Automobiles!
Date: 2006-09-08 07:47 am (UTC)Re: Trains, Planes and Automobiles!
Date: 2006-09-08 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-07 08:18 am (UTC)I found the scenes on the coach and in the shower hot even if it wasn't with Viggo. But I'm a bit wicked minded ! *giggles* and I found them funny too, specially when his mother came back and when she entered the bathroom.
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Date: 2006-09-08 07:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:56 am (UTC)I laughed for ages at your comment, "I found out that there is no airport or flights to Canterbury, so I made up my own." - you go for it, girl!!!!
In fact, I laughed quite a lot of the way through this chapter - you made Orlando sound really funny - possibly without meaning to, I think - and it worked really well! Living at his Mum's makes him seem that much younger, somehow! I just loved the way he kept talking to himself, trying to keep things under control!
So, Viggo, take a deep breath and ask for "another chance" . . .
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Date: 2006-09-08 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 07:53 am (UTC)Oh no! I don't want it to come to an end . . . not too soon, I hope!!
And thanks for the congratulations - *raises glass of champagne*
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Date: 2006-09-08 08:25 am (UTC)