 | TroublemakersTuesday, August 26th, 2008 |
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A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill.
~Robert A. Heinlein
… those troublemakers being Jerotic and and Gracie Passette.
First a Bit of Naughtiness from Jerotic:
Movie Night
by Jeremy Edwards
"What in the world is going on in here?" I blurted, my eyes riveted on Jocelyn’s thick cascade.
"I *told* you this was ‘Laugh Till You Pee Night,’" said my friend Tina. Tina was rocking in an armchair, and she was wearing only a T-shirt, underpants, and tiny crew socks–which rubbed together as she intertwined her ankles. "You said you weren’t interested."
"I didn’t know you meant it literally," I said.
"Shh!" said another voice, from the couch–Caroline’s. I looked in that direction and, in the dim light afforded by the TV, I saw a couple of pairs of bare legs crossing and uncrossing. On the coffee table in front of Caroline and Denise, a population of empty beer bottles flickered their part of the story.
"I just thought you were going to watch some comedies," I persisted.
Jocelyn had finally finished peeing. She stood up, smiling radiantly, and smoothed her hands over her soaked panties. "Hi, Ted," she said, acknowledging me nonchalantly before seating herself on a beach towel. She now turned her attention back to the movie, and I could see that she was beginning to gently stroke herself through the dampness.
I had thought myself lucky this May when I’d found out that the house Tina and I had arranged to rent for the summer was going to be populated with what I deemed to be four of the most gorgeous women on campus–Tina and her three best friends. The reality, though, was that none of them seemed particularly interested in interacting with me. So, aside from my casual friendship with Tina, I’d developed a habit of keeping to myself. This was why I’d turned down her invitation to join them for what I thought would be a run-of-the-mill movie night.
I swallowed. "Do you girls do this often?" I asked Tina.
"Quiet!" said Denise.
Suddenly, the TV went dead. No power failure, no unplugged cord . . . just an appliance deciding to konk out forever.
"It’s not going to come back," Tina reported a minute later after fussing with the controls, her body dancing the whole time.
"Now what do we do?" asked Caroline from the couch, amidst a continuing flurry of crossing and re-crossing legs. "I’ve been looking forward to this all week!"
"I know. Same here," Tina replied. As she paced the room, I observed that her delicate minuet was approaching the scale of a tango. "I’m just about ready to do it, too."
"I’m not going to wet myself to a dead TV," said Denise. "I mean, what would be the point of *that*?" And with this remark she stood up from the couch, clutching herself, obviously ready to call it a night and head for a bathroom.
It took me only another instant to assess the situation and respond appropriately.
"I know some jokes," I said.
***
And then Gracie and Jerotic are gonna team up to make some (air) waves tomorrow night — Wednesday, August 27, 2008 — on the The Cult of Gracie Radio Show.
Now that should be very interesting. But it’s all in good fun and of a good heart, as they are hoping to raise awareness for the Ultimate Burlesque, which goes to raise money for MacMillan CancerSupport. How awesome is that? And while you can always listen to the the archived show at a later date, if you listen in live, you can either email or call in with questions.
xo, Angela
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