January 31st, 2008 Riley
TITLE: Inamorata (3/?)
PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy
DISCLAIMER: Women’s Murder Club does not belong to me. The characters do not belong to me. They are the property of James Patterson, 20th Century Fox Television and ABC. I have no problems with that as long as I can borrow them for short bursts and use them in pursuit of my own enjoyment. I am not trying to infringe. Though, I don’t know why anyone has a problem with fan fic. After all, it really is a compliment. If anyone wants to write fan fiction about my book, feel free.
A ringing phone had never been something that Lindsay found particularly appealing. Usually when there was a phone ringing, it was keeping her from doing something more important. Then, after Kiss-Me-Not struck her where she lived, she refused to answer it for a while, convinced that he had the ability to get in anywhere, and didn’t feel at all safe having a conversation that could potentially be overheard, no matter how many times the office was swept for bugs and how often her phone was switched out. But now, as her only faithful mode of contact with the people she cared about, every time the phone rang, she got giddy like a kid who just found out she got something in the mail. Especially lately. Especially when the caller ID popped up with a certain redhead’s name, a redhead she felt extraordinarily lucky was still speaking to her at all.
“Hey,” Lindsay answered, suspecting that anyone within hearing range could tell the difference between her voice when she normally answered the phone and her voice when she answered the phone to this one particular caller.
“Hey,” Cindy said back softly, sending a pleasant shiver down Lindsay’s spine. “Team meeting in Claire’s office in five.”
Lindsay glanced around mechanically before responding. There was still an element of trepidation in meeting with them. She always felt so paranoid now. But knowing that Cindy was just downstairs was far too enticing to keep away.
“I’ll be right down.”
It didn’t take five minutes. She was downstairs in two.
She gave Claire, who was still working on a body, a slight wave as she walked through the morgue, and headed into her office. She expected to find two people waiting in there, but there was only one.
“Jill?”
“Still on her way,” Cindy responded.
Lindsay reached behind her for the door and pushed it closed, hoping she wasn’t testing any boundaries. An instant later, she was catching Cindy as she bounded into her arms. They had talked on the phone. A lot. Like ten times a day a lot. But they hadn’t seen each other since the last time in Claire’s office, and Lindsay still wasn’t absolutely certain what terms they were on, but Cindy rushing into her arms felt like a pretty good sign. It felt pretty good period.
Her lips found Cindy’s automatically, and the soft moan Cindy produced as a result made her stomach flip in earnest.
“How have you been?” Lindsay asked breathlessly, between kisses, unable to relinquish Cindy’s mouth to let her speak freely.
“Okay,” Cindy breathed against her lips. “You?”
“Okay,” Lindsay responded.
Then she captured Cindy’s lips in a searing kiss. The way that Cindy kissed her back, not just viscerally, not just passionately, but so openly, so genuinely, threatened to take Lindsay right to her knees… which really wouldn’t be good at the moment.
“This sucks,” Lindsay groaned, pulling away.
Cindy looked up at her in nervous confusion.
“Not this,” Lindsay assured her. “This is… this is amazing. But this situation is far from desirable.”
“It’s better than nothing,” Cindy said, eyeing Lindsay’s lips and licking her own. “It’s better than it was.”
“I’m not saying that it’s not,” Lindsay said quickly. She really didn’t want to do that misunderstanding. “It’s just…”
Cindy looked up into her eyes with her natural inquisitive, unguarded expression, making what Lindsay was about to tell her even more true.
Lindsay slid her hand up to cradle Cindy’s head, leaning in close to put her lips right by Cindy’s ear, and inhaled her scent. “You make me crazy, and I want more.”
“Jesus Linds,” Cindy gripped the sides of Lindsay’s shirt tightly, her hot breath rushing out against the side of Lindsay’s neck.
To say that Lindsay’s willpower was working at maximum capacity was a serious understatement.
“It’s only temporary,” Cindy added.
“I know,” Lindsay responded, pulling away while she still had the ability.
“This sucks,” Cindy uttered quietly.
“That’s what I’m saying!”
Cindy laughed at the overly-dramatic response, and Lindsay found that she felt like laughing too… for the first time in a very long time. It managed to break the lust-induced haze over the room. But without that desire, that very overwhelming, very electrifying, desire clouding her mind, other, more worrisome, thoughts had room to sneak in.
“We’re okay?” she asked Cindy for about the thousandth time since they’d last seen each other.
“Obviously,” Cindy said, then quickly turned serious. “You have to stop asking me that.”
“I just…” Lindsay lifted her hand to Cindy’s cheek, ran her fingers over the soft skin there. “I’m really glad we’re okay.”
“We’re okay.”
“Okay,” Lindsay responded, still not completely assured, but getting a little more so every time Cindy declared it.
“I want to give you this,” Cindy said, unclasping a necklace from her throat and pulling it out of her shirt. “It’s a Saint Christopher’s medal. It was given to me when I left for college to keep me safe. It’s worked so far. I know how you feel about superstitions, but I still want you to have it.”
“Don’t you think you should keep it? If it’s worked so far, why ruin a good thing now?”
“I’ll feel better knowing that you have it.”
There was so much sincerity in Cindy’s eyes, Lindsay struggled to breathe normally under its force.
“Okay,” Lindsay responded quietly, taking the chain, clasping it around her neck, and tucking it inside her own shirt.
Cindy was right. She really didn’t do superstition, but she liked the idea of having something of Cindy’s always with her. Because she couldn’t have Cindy always with her. Not right now.
Though she really wanted to, she didn’t risk kissing Cindy again, knowing that she possessed absolutely no ability to control herself where Cindy was concerned. She felt like a damned teenager around her. Instead, she pulled Cindy into an extended hug that had no chance of ending on its own. It was only when the door opened that Lindsay slowly extracted herself to look back. Jill was standing there with a head-tilt and a look of mild surprise.
“Hey guys,” she said.
“Hey,” Lindsay responded easily.
“Sorry it took me so long,” Jill said, fighting her clear urge to ask what all the affection was about. “Denise got her claws in me. Have I missed anything?”
Lindsay glanced at Cindy, trying not to get too much enjoyment out of the light blush that spread rapidly over Cindy’s face.
“No,” Lindsay responded. “We’re still waiting on Claire.”
Claire walked in a split second later as if psychically summoned.
“Oh my God. What is that?” Jill asked disgustedly, pointing to an unidentified substance on Claire’s sleeve.
“I thought I’d gotten some of Ms. Charles up inside my jacket,” Claire responded as if having someone’s insides all over her sleeve was a common occurrence. Of course, for her, it probably was.
Jill made it to the trashcan just in time and Claire started changing out of her shirt.
Lindsay took advantage of their distraction, sliding over to Cindy, and resting her hand low on Cindy’s back.
“You know, when you’re trying to pretend that you’re not being caught at something, it helps to look like you haven’t been caught at something,” she teased lightly.
“I can’t help it. I’m light-complected,” Cindy moaned, blushing even more.
Her eyes locked peripherally with Lindsay’s for only a moment, but it was enough to make Lindsay desperately sorry that their alone time was over. She sighed and moved away from Cindy, before the temptation became too much to resist.
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January 31st, 2008 Riley
If you have a blog or website like me or even several websites then you are probably always looking for news ways to make some noise and get some new traffic coming to your site. There are several tried and true ways to go about accomplishing a traffic increase to your site. However there is something new that you can use to get that traffic increase on your site and that new thing is called Buzzfuse.
You will see that Buzzfuse is an interesting new way to get traffic over to your site. Basically you create your content, then you sign up with Buzzfuse and put that info on the content on there. And then they help you spread the word about your content. It appears on their page and a shout out goes out to the people that are signed up for info on you. That part kind of reminds me of MySpace bulletins. They have a lot of stuff to offer you if you are trying to spread the word about your site so you will definitely want to get in on this before it gets huge. Then you will be ready for the explosion of traffic to your site. Oh yeah. Instead of the Digg effect it will be the Buzzfuse effect.
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January 31st, 2008 Riley
I’ve heard a lot of talk during this presidential campaign regarding the economy, healthcare, and the war. I have yet to hear any candidate mention a very important dilemma that I have become aware of during my temporary internment in this place of employment.
As part of my daily duties, some of which I actually do, I am supposed to assist in opening the mail. I do not enjoy this job, as it is time-consuming and it’s considerably harder to pretend to work while actually writing when you have a bunch of unopened envelopes on your desk.
But I digress. The issue is thus…
In that mail, there are often envelopes from the VA. Within these envelopes are usually a hundred or so claims with EOBs and nary a staple in sight. This means that I have to pair claim and EOB and staple it for them.
So, which candidate will it be?
Who will have the guts?
While I have affection for one candidate, I declare now that I will vote for whoever first says that she or he will allocate money to send the VA some fucking staplers!
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January 29th, 2008 Riley
TITLE: Temporary Girlfriend (1/?)
PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy
DISCLAIMER: Women’s Murder Club does not belong to me. The characters do not belong to me. They are the property of James Patterson, 20th Century Fox Television and ABC. I have no problems with that as long as I can borrow them for short bursts and use them in pursuit of my own enjoyment. I am not trying to infringe. Though, I don’t know why anyone has a problem with fan fic. After all, it really is a compliment. If anyone wants to write fan fiction about my book, feel free.
(Lindsay’s POV)
“I have to go undercover,” Lindsay said, keeping her voice low.
It wasn’t exactly a highly confidential operation, but not everyone in the place needed to know about it.
“Oh yeah? Where?” Jill asked.
“There’s a gay and lesbian thing coming up.”
“Otherwise known as Pride,” Jill said smugly. “You are going to study up on the vernacular before you dive in, right? No pun intended.”
“Yeah,” Lindsay responded, feigning offense. “They’ve given me a manual. ‘Going gay in twenty-four hours’.”
“That was really funny, Linds.”
“Don’t act so surprised,” Lindsay said, this time offended for real.
“Straight people afraid those naughty gays are planning a revolt?” Jill asked with a snigger.
“No. Actually, there’s been a threat made against the naughty gays.”
“What kind of threat?” Jill asked, all humor fading.
“Nothing specific,” Lindsay explained. “More of a ‘cancel or else’.”
“But they’re taking it seriously?”
“Seriously enough to send me,” Lindsay answered.
Jill looked queasy.
“So, the fact that they are sending someone from homicide, does that mean that they are expecting… homicide?”
“They are preparing for the worst. Not expecting. Just preparing,” Lindsay responded, trying to put Jill at ease.
She could see Jill internally pondering the information. Then Jill apparently came to the determination that Lindsay’s presence would be security enough, because she relaxed again. And smirked. Again.
“You do realize those chics get one look at you and you’re gonna be too busy to investigate.” Jill’s enjoyment of this particular scenario was blatant.
“Not to be egotistical, but I did, in fact, have the thought that it might be simpler to have a girlfriend,” Lindsay enlightened her.
“Linds, I’d love to help out,” Jill said carefully, “but I’ve got to work on the Dominguez homicide. If it weren’t such a big case for me…”
“No,” Lindsay responded, trying to figure out how to backtrack out of the misunderstanding she’d just fashioned. “That’s um… I actually already…”
“Hey,” a familiar, and chipper, voice saved her the trouble.
Lindsay glanced up at the advancing reporter and then back at Jill, whose eyebrow was raised so high, it should have been painful.
“You already called Cindy,” Jill said.
“I already called Cindy,” Lindsay confirmed.
“You already called Cindy,” Jill repeated. Unnecessarily, in Lindsay’s opinion.
“And Cindy’s already here you guys. Hello,” Cindy cut in, waving her hand around in an effort to be noticed. “You have a special assignment for me?”
Jill’s amused expression and pronounced throat clearing as she got up aggravated Lindsay to no end.
“You have no idea,” Jill said, putting her arm around Cindy’s shoulders. “Good luck kid.”
She gave Cindy a departing squeeze before heading off, then rounded back.
“So what did you need me for?” she asked.
“I just wanted to let you know that I wouldn’t be around next week. You’ll still be able to get a hold of me on my cell though.”
“You’re going somewhere?” Cindy pouted.
“Not without you, sidekick,” Jill answered for her. “Though I’d really like to watch this awkward exchange, I should really get back.”
It was a rare occurrence, but Lindsay was actually glad to see Jill go.
“That was weird,” Cindy said, taking Jill’s vacated seat.
“Yeah,” Lindsay agreed, suddenly nervous.
“So, what do you need?”
Cindy pulled out a pen and notepad and readied herself for any pertinent information.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” Lindsay asked abruptly.
Cindy’s wide eyes indicated that the statement could have used a bit more preamble.
“Whahuh?” Cindy eventually, sort of, voiced her retort.
“I, um, I have to do some undercover work at Pride,” Lindsay did her best at offering a reasonable explanation, “and I kind of need a girlfriend.”
A uni walking past behind Cindy caught the last part, drew up short, and looked over at them.
“Keep walking rookie,” Lindsay said, and the uni continued on his way.
Cindy glanced over her shoulder, turning back with a smile.
“Jill say no?” she asked.
“No,” Lindsay responded, what ended up sounding, much too adamantly. “I asked you first.”
“Really?” Cindy sounded surprised.
“Yeah, really.”
Cindy’s eyes squinted.
“Why?”
What was it with this girl? Was it an inborn trait or a matter of breeding that had made her this annoyingly curious? Couldn’t she accept anything as just the way it was, without needing a motive behind it all? Of course, Lindsay knew the answer to that question. She also knew that Cindy wasn’t going to agree to anything without an adequate reason.
“You’re good at gathering information,” Lindsay muttered, pretending to look over some papers on her desk as she said it. She really hoped Cindy couldn’t see that it was just her cell phone bill.
“Could you repeat that? You kind of mumbled it.”
“No,” Lindsay said.
“If you want me to be your girlfriend, you’re going to have to get substantially better at wooing me.”
Cindy was taking far too much pleasure in this, and Lindsay wished that she could determine that she was making the wrong decision about taking Cindy, but, as much as she hated it, she needed Cindy badly on this one. So, she took a deep breath and prepared to suck up.
She raised her eyes to Cindy, noticing a patch of blue just beyond her shoulder. The same rookie cop was standing three feet behind Cindy, eavesdropping yet again. Lindsay didn’t have to say anything this time, because as soon as her steely glare made contact with his eyes, he kept walking without having to be told.
Lindsay shook her head and dropped her gaze to Cindy, who was watching her expectantly.
“You are good at getting information. I could use your help,” Lindsay admitted.
She was surprised to find that complimenting Cindy wasn’t as painful as she always imagined it, and it clearly worked.
“Okay,” Cindy responded.
“You won’t have any trouble with the paper? You know, taking the week off?”
“Not as long as I can cover the story.”
“Is that your boss’ stipulation or your own?”
“I’m making a safe assumption,” Cindy grinned.
Lindsay stared at her, pretending to mull the proposition over, but she knew that she was going to give in. She usually did. Not only did Cindy have a way of extracting information from strangers, she possessed an uncanny knack for getting what she wanted out of Lindsay even while offering assistance.
“Fine,” Lindsay agreed.
“Groovy,” Cindy responded with a very satisfied smile, and dropped her pen and paper back into her bag.
“So, that’s a yes then?”
“Absolutely. It’ll be fun. I love Pride,” Cindy said, then sighed. “Now, sadly, I have to go take care of some work that isn’t club-related. But, how about I come over tonight and we can work out the details?”
“Sure,” Lindsay nodded. “I’ll be home.”
“Okay. See you later.”
Cindy got up and Lindsay watched her walk off. The rookie cop who was so engrossed in their conversation was standing nearby, showing way too much interest in Cindy’s approach. Cindy was, seemingly, unable to resist the obvious temptation. When she was standing right beside the rookie, she stopped and looked back at Lindsay.
“I’ll bring over a bottle of wine,” she said, what could only be described as, seductively, and winked.
The rookie spilled hot coffee down the front of his pants, and Cindy proceeded to leave the premises with an extra bounce in her step.
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January 26th, 2008 Riley
TITLE: Inamorata (2/?)
PAIRING: Lindsay/Cindy
DISCLAIMER: Women’s Murder Club does not belong to me. The characters do not belong to me. They are the property of James Patterson, 20th Century Fox Television and ABC. I have no problems with that as long as I can borrow them for short bursts and use them in pursuit of my own enjoyment. I am not trying to infringe. Though, I don’t know why anyone has a problem with fan fic. After all, it really is a compliment. If anyone wants to write fan fiction about my book, feel free.
It had been some time since Lindsay had been to the morgue knowing that Claire was down there. These days, she sent someone to get the information she needed, or, if she had to go herself, checked the schedule to make sure Claire was off-duty. Same with Jill and the DA’s office. She didn’t want to keep reminding people that she had friends, not when there was a sadist after her.
But she needed this information urgently, and, more importantly than that, she was planning to tell Claire what she had done to Cindy, because she needed Claire to explain to Cindy why she had done it. She was certain that Cindy already knew, but knowing and understanding were two different things, and maybe a second, very soothing voice, could make Cindy accept that her reasoning was honorable, even if she had gone about it in the worst possible way.
She was also secretly craving the chastisement that Claire was sure to deliver along with her sympathy.
That Claire wouldn’t be alone when she went down there hadn’t crossed Lindsay’s mind… much. But Claire wasn’t alone. Lindsay kept forgetting that she was the one out of the club. It still existed without her presence.
“Linds,” Jill said, rushing over to hug her. “Are you okay?”
“Easy,” Lindsay hissed, and Jill let up on her slightly.
“God, we were so worried about you.”
“I’m alright.”
When Jill finally let her go, Claire was right there to take her place.
Lindsay’s eyes slid over to where Cindy was leaned against the counter, her fingers gripping the edge so hard her knuckles were white, but Cindy expertly avoided her gaze.
She could tell by Jill and Claire’s surprise that Cindy didn’t jump up to greet her that Cindy hadn’t said anything to them about what had happened.
“What do you got for me?” Lindsay asked, mostly to stop Jill and Claire from looking back and forth between Cindy and her.
“Um… he was being abused by someone,” Claire started, walking to her desk and finding a file.
She continued to go over the evidence she found on the boy’s body, and Lindsay tried to be attentive, but her eyes kept being drawn back to Cindy, who hadn’t moved at all since she’d entered Claire’s office. Only her focus had shifted, from the wall to the floor.
Lindsay really was trying to stay detached, trying to cling to the rationale behind why she had behaved so brutally toward someone she cared so much about. She tried to remember that there was an important reason not to get involved. But when she looked at Cindy, all she could remember were the good parts of what had transpired that night; what she had craved, what she had experienced, and how horrible it felt to push Cindy away when all that she really wanted was for Cindy to stay with her all night and hold her.
And then Claire mentioned the one thing that could distract her from gazing across the room at Cindy. Cindy.
“Cindy actually found some information that might be useful.”
Jill and Claire joined her in looking over at Cindy, but Cindy was oblivious to her role in the conversation.
“Cindy?” Jill asked gently. “Do you want to tell Lindsay what you found? Or I could tell her.”
“Whatever,” Cindy replied dully.
And that was it. Lindsay couldn’t take it anymore.
“Could you give us some time?” she asked Jill and Claire.
“No!” Cindy suddenly became much more lively. “You don’t have to.”
“Please,” Lindsay added, her eyes locked on Cindy.
It was obvious who the more dominant force was when Jill and Claire got up and left the room, Claire pulling the door closed behind her.
“Cindy…”
Apparently her name was some kind of psychological trigger word, because the moment Lindsay uttered it, Cindy tried to flee.
Lindsay moved to stop her, stoving her still aching body. Her ribs screamed in protest as she rushed for the door. She would have easily beaten Cindy there in any other condition, but, as it was, she made it just in time to push the door closed again, jerking the door knob from Cindy’s hand. She locked the door, and Cindy seemed to realize that she’d lost her opportunity.
“What?” she snapped.
But Lindsay didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. She just couldn’t leave this negative emotion festering between them, especially when, for her, the real feeling was so much the opposite. Even if she wasn’t seeing Cindy on a regular basis anymore, knowing that Cindy hated her was something she just couldn’t handle right now.
“So, it’s time?” Cindy asked suddenly.
Lindsay furrowed her brow in all due confusion.
“Do you need me to take care of you again?”
The bitter question stung every bit as much as it was intended to.
“Yes,” Lindsay answered, because it was true. But not in the way that Cindy made it seem.
Cindy scoffed and reached for the lock. Lindsay moved into her path, grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her. Cindy did everything in her power to try to get away, but Lindsay just trailed after her, not allowing her to escape. She felt Cindy’s body relax under her hands, Cindy’s lips soften, as she finally acquiesced and let Lindsay kiss her. But she wasn’t kissing back, and when Lindsay finally pulled away to see if anything had changed, Cindy looked as if she wanted to slap her. She managed to refrain, but Lindsay almost wished that she would go ahead and do it. The physical pain might detract from the severe detachment in Cindy’s glare. So, this was how it felt to be on the receiving end of that look. No wonder Cindy hated her right now.
“Just let me explain,” Lindsay heard herself saying.
“I’m not stopping you,” Cindy responded tersely.
Lindsay realized that it was going to be considerably more difficult getting out of this mess than it was getting in. Then, she realized she might not be able to get out of it. She realized that what she’d done may have irreparable consequences that she hadn’t predicted, consequences that she couldn’t live with.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice breaking.
She felt tears threatening again. What was it about Cindy that kept bringing everything she was trying so hard to suppress so easily to the surface? And why did she hear words coming out of her mouth that she wasn’t actually taking the time to process first?
“I shouldn’t have, but I wanted to. I wanted you. I still want you. I needed you so badly, and then I realized what I’d done, and I knew if I tried to reason with you, you wouldn’t leave. And you weren’t safe there. You’re not safe with me. I am sorry for the way that I treated you, because it’s the last thing I wanted to do. I’m so sorry. I was wrong. But I can’t let anything happen to you. You mean everything to me. And I… I…”
Lindsay had run out of things to say, and she was sure she’d said too much. But the next thing she knew, Cindy’s arms were snaking around her neck and they were kissing again, only this time Cindy was a more active participant.
Lindsay’s hands slid down the backs of Cindy’s thighs and she pulled Cindy’s legs up around her waist. She walked in the general direction of Claire’s desk until she bumped into it, and sat Cindy down on the edge, knocking something over behind her that she couldn’t find it within herself to be too terribly concerned with at the moment.
Cindy pulled away, gasping for breath, and Lindsay dropped her head down onto Cindy’s shoulder. Fingers slowly moved to the back of her head, massaging her scalp lightly. She tried not to purr at the touch.
“I’m scared,” Lindsay confessed in barely a whisper.
“I know,” Cindy said softly in her ear.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Cindy didn’t respond to that, and Lindsay felt the stab that came with knowing that Cindy wasn’t sure whether or not to believe it.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
She felt Cindy nod against her.
“We can’t do this now.”
Cindy’s shoulder rose and fell beneath her forehead, and the warm air as Cindy sighed stirred the hair on Lindsay’s temple.
“You want me to stay away from the safe house?” Cindy asked.
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
“Good,” Lindsay breathed, relieved.
“But me coming here, that’s nothing unusual. I’ve been here, Linds… just waiting. And you being here is nothing unusual. Don’t you get it? You don’t have to stay away from us completely to keep us safe. Where is safer in this city? Please don’t shut me out.”
“Are you proposing what I think you’re proposing?” Lindsay asked, lifting her head to look at Cindy.
“I don’t know. What do you think I’m proposing?”
Cindy looked like Cindy. The fury had faded away and left in its place the person that Lindsay knew so much better. God, she’d missed her.
“An office romance?”
“I don’t know how romantic this place can be,” Cindy countered. “I just want to see you. And maybe, when no one is looking, touch you a little.”
“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I like your style, Thomas.”
Cindy smiled in earnest. Her hands slid up over Lindsay’s shoulders and pulled her forward. Lindsay got lost in the feel of Cindy’s lips and tongue assailing her mouth. She wanted more, so much more, but she doubted that Claire would appreciate walking in to find the two of them in flagrante on her desk. So, before she was so entranced she could no longer think straight, she put her hands on Cindy’s wrists to remove them from her neck, pulled out of the kiss, thread her fingers with Cindy’s and rested their hands against her chest.
Cindy’s eyes stared into hers.
“You really hurt me.”
Lindsay took a deep, painful, breath.
“I know,” she answered quietly. “I’m really sorry.”
“I know,” Cindy said. “So, how are you gonna make it up to me?”
Lindsay’s lips quirked up.
“I don’t know. But I will make it up to you.”
She would have really liked to have stood there all day, staring down into Cindy’s eyes, but that wasn’t realistic, especially when Jacobi was waiting for her upstairs to go interview some people from the boy’s school.
“We should probably let them back in,” she said, tilting her head toward the door.
“I’m sure that their ears are sore from pressing them against the door so hard,” Cindy added with a nod.
Lindsay let go of Cindy’s hands to wrap her arms around Cindy’s shoulders, pulling her against her. Cindy’s forehead pressed against her neck and Cindy’s hands slid up under her shirt to rest on her back, making it all the harder to let her go again.
One more quick kiss as she extricated herself from the hug wasn’t helping Lindsay get to the door any faster, but she couldn’t help herself. If this was the way they were going to manage this, she was going to have to sneak them in whenever she could, and she didn’t know when she would next have the chance.
What felt much too quickly, she was heading for the door. Cindy got up from Claire’s desk and straightened everything that they’d rearranged by accident.
Lindsay glanced to make sure that everything was back in order before unlocking the door and pulling it open. She was half expecting Jill and Claire to fall in at her feet. They didn’t, but they hadn’t gone far either.
“Everything okay?” Claire asked, looking fairly uneasy.
“Better than,” Lindsay responded with a smile.
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January 24th, 2008 Riley
I am still not well, but I am quite a bit better. I can sit up. I can walk up stairs without feeling as if I have run a marathon. I can even sleep… sort of. I am back at work, and, much more importantly, back to working on fan fic and more.
Sadly, I have to move this weekend, so that will also slow me up. Grr. Why does everything always have to happen at once?
Anyway, I have started a new story. It’s a little lighter, and I will be posting them simultaneously. We needn’t all fall into despair.
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January 24th, 2008 Riley
Do you travel a lot with a pet? Or maybe would you travel a lot with your pet if you knew about more pet friendly hotels? Well, if you need to know all that there is to know about pet friendly hotels
then you need to check out the site for Official Pet Hotels at www.officialpethotels.com.
You will find that the site for Official Pet Hotels focuses on providing you the info that you need on traveling with your pets. In fact, Official Pet Hotels has a directory of over 10,000 pet friendly hotels that you will want to check out before taking your next trip. You can even book your stay in your pet friendly hotel of choice right from the Official Pet Hotels website! This means that you no longer have to leave your adorable little puppy with family or friends when you are taking a trip some place.
You will also find some really helpful pet travel tips on the site. These are some great tips that would come in handy for your next trip that you take with your pet. Personally, I have never taken a trip with a pet. Unless you count my girlfriend. But luckily she can clean up after herself and what not, unlike a pet. And I never have to worry about her peeing in the car either.
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January 24th, 2008 Riley
If you remember I posted last week about my silly Mobile Talk video. I can win a freaking MacBook! And it appears that I am in second place. Second place is not a MacBook. :( This is my pouty face.
So, friends, family, lurkers, anyone….vote for me, m’kay? Momma needs a MacBook.
Go here to see my video, then click view and vote on the right hand side. It will give you two random videos, you pick your favorite out of the two, until you get to me, and then you pick me over and over and over again. Me, not the other people. Me, me me! If you have time, or you are trying to waste time, please go help me win a Mac Book.
Remember, if I have a computer that travels with me, it will be considerably easier for me to keep up on fan fic 
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January 24th, 2008 Riley
Overstock.com is rolling out their Game O Love
from January 25th to February 11th. Register to win Valentine’s Day presents from your sweetheart. No muss, no fuss!!
Do you love winning totally free stuff? I do. Or least I think I would . I cannot really recall anything that I have won that was totally free. I did find a dime by the soda machine at the grocery store the other day. And I did love that, so I suspect I would also love to win something free. Hopefully it would be worth more than ten cents though.
Anyways, with Overstock.com’s “Game O Love” you can try your hand at winning something totally free. The Game O Love starts January 25, 2008 and it goes on until February 11, 2008. Basically with Overstock.com’s Valentine’s Day Game you can win something from their stock, which is like thousands of items, and potentially give it to your hottie. I am thinking something like a digital camera would be a pretty sweet gift from my hottie. Or maybe a new LCD HDTV – that would also be pretty sweet. Especially for free.
So, if you want to win something for your hottie for Valentine’s Day be sure to check out the “Game O Love” over at Overstock.com starting tomorrow and only until February 11, 2008.
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January 23rd, 2008 Riley
I know that people blame Twiggy for the popularity of being so stick-thin that you look like a stiff wind could break you in two, but I don’t know so much about that. I’m sure that it didn’t help, but if Twiggy were the cause, wouldn’t the fad have faded by now?
When exactly did being shaped like a 2×4 become sexier than being shaped like an hourglass? And am I the only one who still likes breasts?
And how can there be a size zero? I mean, you exist, right? You are corporeal. You have mass. So, how can you be a size zero?
Has everyone forgotten what the term ‘zero’ actually means? It means none, nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. So, how can it be a size? I have no problem with the actual dimensions of a size zero. I have a problem with it being called a size zero. Can’t they just call it a size one and up all of the other sizes by one? Would it really hurt sales by that much? Scratch that. I already know the answer.
Upon my perusal of the definition of Zero on dictionary.com (because I’m just that kind of nerd), I find the following two definitions the most beneficial to my argument.
Definition 1: the figure or symbol 0, which in Arabic notation for numbers stands for the absence of quantity
Definition 2: naught; nothing
Zero as a size? No.
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