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| DennisQuaid's#1Girl | Thu Nov 10, 2005 6:24 pm Post #101 |
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How did she like the new Bird Feeder I got for her. After the accident with the last one, :headache: I hope this was better. i was so scared when that happened. I was like :ahh: then :whew: when you told me she was ok :coolyo: . :uzi: |
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| iluvwriting | Thu Nov 10, 2005 6:27 pm Post #102 |
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She's fine, I had her checked out by a vet, she has no major injuries (Thank God) but she does have a small bump on her head, but the vet said it wold go away in a day or so. |
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| DennisQuaid's#1Girl | Thu Nov 10, 2005 6:46 pm Post #103 |
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OMG!!! That's great!!! I'm so happy to hear that she's doing alright. keep sending PM!!! Good bless us everyone!!!! :angel: |
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| iluvwriting | Tue Mar 28, 2006 12:29 am Post #104 |
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okay, I'm soo sorry I haven't added on, I've been really busy with Scholarships for college and I haven't had very much time to write, here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it, Carrie helped me write it, so this chapter is hers too. ******************************* “Damm!” Jonathan cursed silently as he slammed his books down on the Library table; Martha looked up from her book, surprised by Jonathan’s vehemence. “What?” she asked. “Nothing… it’s my father” Was all Jonathan said. Martha sighed bitterly and tried to return to her book but Jonathan noticed her sigh “What?” “Nothing” “No” Jonathan walked over to her side of the table and sitting down, he lifted her chin up with one finger “It’s not nothing, what is it?” he said, more gently. “It’s just every time you have difficulty with your father you never want to talk about it, I’m getting worried.” Martha said. “You have nothing to worry about Martha” Jonathan said, brushing her hair behind her shoulder “I’ll work through this.” “Jonathan, when we got together, you said that you’d be completely honest with me.” Martha said, “I don’t see that happening.” Jonathan was silent for a moment before saying “I’m sorry Martha, you’re right; I should be more honest with you, and I’m really sorry I haven’t been.” Jonathan looked around the library, “Why don’t we go talk some where more private? Like the park?” he offered, seeing the amount of people who were sitting close to them. “Okay” Martha quickly gathered all her things and put them in her bag. They left the library and drove to the park. As they walked, Jonathan started talking “My father and I have never really gotten along; the two of us are just too different to get along very well.” Then he paused before continuing “I mentioned before, that I was into football in high school, well, the Metropolis Sharks offered me a try-out, but my dad didn’t want me to go for it because he wants me to work on the farm. At the moment, I’m going back every weekend to help my dad. But he wants me there every day, I…” he threw his hands in the air in exasperation “I don’t think I could work on a farm for the rest of my life right now.” Before Martha could say anything, a male voice spoke from behind them ... "Martha?" Martha spun around to face her father. "Dad!" she said, shocked virtually speechless. "What are you doing here?" "I had a meeting and decided to walk back to the office through the park. Aren't you going to introduce me to your companion?" William Clark spoke like a man used to getting his own way. "Oh, sorry ... Dad this is Jonathan Kent; Jonathan may I introduce my father William Clark." Martha's voice clearly showed her bewilderment at this turn of events. Jonathan smiled at the older man, "I'm very pleased to meet you Mr. Clark it must be nice to have an office so close to the park." As Jonathan was speaking Martha realized what had been bothering her "But Dad, you’re walking the wrong way to get back to your office. Why ..." Before she could continue voicing her train of thoughts William Clark smoothly interrupted her, "Martha, my dear, I was wondering whether you would accompany your mother to the Arts Society meeting this evening, I have been unavoidably detained and can't go and you know how she hates attending these functions alone. I am sure ... Jonathan, was it? ... Won’t mind." "I'm sorry; Dad, but Jonathan and I have already made plans for tonight. Perhaps one of Mom's friends could go instead." Martha replied. "My dear, this is the Arts Society, surely that is more preferable than spending an evening talking about tractors and crops." William, in his annoyance inadvertently betrayed the fact that he clearly knew more about Jonathan than he at first indicated. "I'm sure Jeremy won't mind." “It’s Jonathan, Dad and I would mind leaving him and our plans for another night, unless of course you wouldn’t mind going to the meeting and then out to eat, Jonathan.” Martha looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to say yes. “Well ummm, uhhh” Jonathan stammered “I’d love to go with you, but don’t you have to have a membership in the Society to get in? I’m not a member…” Jonathan let his sentence trail off. “I can bring a guest Jonathan, don’t worry.” Martha said “Besides, now that you’ve met my father, you should meet my Mother.” Martha looked up at him, her eyes still pleading for him to say yes, “Please?” she asked. Jonathan smiled, “I can’t say no to you.” He laughed as he bent a little to kiss her… “Ah-em” Mr. Clark cleared his throat, interrupting them “Well, Martha” He said, to the outside world Mr. Clark seemed calm, but to those who knew him, namely his daughter, knew that William was furious at this turn of events. “It looks like you’ll be going with her after all, wonderful; I’ll call and tell her once I get to my office.” “I’d like to tell her myself Dad, besides I didn’t bring any of my dresses to my dorm, I’ll need to go home to get one to wear.” Martha told her father. “I understand I need to be going now.” Mr. Clark said “I have some work to do at the office. Good day Martha, Good day Joshua.” With that said, he turned around and walked away. “Okay, that was weird” Martha said, once her father was out of earshot. “His office is in that way” Martha pointed in the direction that Mr. Clark had walked in, “And we were going that way” she pointed in the opposite direction. “Somebody told him about us, but who?” she asked, more to herself then to him. “I don’t know” Jonathan said, slipping his arm around her waist, “What kind of dress is it?” he asked “Formal?” “Oh, it is, you wouldn’t happen to have a tux would you?” Martha asked suddenly remembering that the dress was, in fact very formal. “I’m so sorry Jonathan, you don’t have to go if you don’t have a…” Jonathan cut her off, gently pressing a finger to her lips “I want to go, I don’t have a tux at my dorm, but I can borrow one from my dorm-mate, he’s about my size, and I know he has a tux I can borrow.” Martha sighed with relief “I’m glad” she smiled up at him. “Me too” Jonathan said “What time should I pick you up?” he asked. “Umm, I’m not sure what time the meeting starts. They usually start at about 7:00 and go until about 9:00.” Martha said, trying to remember. I’ll need to call my mom to verify though.” “Well, if I’m going to be able to catch Lance and ask if I can borrow the tux I need to get going now.” Jonathan said. “Do you want me to drop you off first?” “Since it’s on your way, that’d be nice” Martha said, going towards the entrance. “Not so fast.” Jonathan gently grabbed her arm and swung her towards him. “I love you” he said, looking deep into her eyes. “I love you too.” Martha said, looking up at him. “I mean it Martha” Jonathan gently took her face in his hands. “I really love you, I-I have never loved anyone else as much as I love you.” He said, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. “I know.” Martha said, placing her hands over his. “I love you more then I can say too." she said, smiling. Jonathan smiled down at her as he slipped an arm around her waist. "We should get going." he said, leading her towards the entrance of the park. Martha slipped her own arms around Jonathan, completly unaware of the fact that some one was still watching them from behind a bush....... |
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| Renee | Tue Mar 28, 2006 7:24 am Post #105 |
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Nice job, Jessie! And Carrie! :) |
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| Carrie01 | Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:18 pm Post #106 |
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Jessie that was a wonderful update! Just to clear up any misconceptions about my involvement, I just helped a little bit with the editing. All the inspiration, ideas and hard work are all Jessie's and all the praise should go to her and her alone. :) |
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| iluvwriting | Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:24 pm Post #107 |
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:confused: I seem to remember you writing part of it Carrie, maybe my memory is off because of my being out of town across a time zone, but I seem to remember you wrote part of the conversation between Martha and William. Like I said though, my memory may be off, but you did a wonderful job with the editing!
:) Thank you for the compliments, I'm writing the next installment and it should be posted soon, I'll try to have it up withen the next 2 weeks! |
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| iluvwriting | Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:26 pm Post #108 |
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It will be a long time until I get back to this story, I've been grounded for the next few weeks, I'm not sure when I'll be allowed back onto the computer, so it'll be a while until I can post again. Sorry, but I'll work on this until I can post again, that way I have something to post. |
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| raethehazzard | Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:31 pm Post #109 |
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What a wonderful love story esspecially when it involvs Jonathan Kent :angel: |
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| iluvwriting | Wed Apr 5, 2006 9:50 pm Post #110 |
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Here's another installment, I must say, writing this was a lot of fun, hope you guys enjoy reading it. Thanks to Carrie for editing it. Martha paced up and down the dorm hallway, waiting for Jonathan. Come on; come on … where are you? Will you hurry up! She kept muttering this to herself as she paced back and forth up and down the corridor. Precious minutes were ticking away and she was in a hurry. Earlier, when she had returned to her dorm Martha had called her mom to let her know that she would be attending the Arts Society meeting and that she would be bringing Jonathan as her guest. After Anne Clark had confirmed that the meeting was from 7.30pm to 10.30pm and she had then invited them both to join her for dinner before the meeting. She had sounded genuinely happy to be meeting Jonathan and, after her father’s rudeness, Martha had felt pleased that at least one of her parents was glad to meet him. She had then tried calling Jonathan to let him know about the change in plans, however, the phone in his dorm was permanently and infuriatingly engaged, so finally, as time was beginning to run short, she had jumped in her car and driven over to his dorm to tell him that as they would be having dinner with her mom, they would now have to leave earlier than previously planned. After reaching his dorm she had bumped into his dorm-mate just as he was leaving for work and he had let her in saying that Jonathan would be back in a minute. However, that had been fifteen precious minutes ago and now she was becoming frantic. As she paced up and down the corridor she kept checking her watch, What the heck is keeping him? Would you please hurry up! She kept thinking to herself. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, one of the bathroom doors opened and Jonathan appeared … Good Heavens, he isn't wearing any clothes! Well, apart from the towel around his waist. She mentally amended. But frankly it wasn’t covering a whole lot and there was a whole lot of Jonathan to cover! “Martha!” Jonathan gasped, clutching at his towel and managing to drop his shower bag. He went to bend over to pick it up again but decided it was better to leave it on the floor. “What are you doing here?” he said feeling very exposed and slightly vulnerable. “Hmmmm?” Martha said, all logical thought having flown straight out of her head while her eyes were transfixed on his well muscled torso. Oh, my! she thought He looks even better with no clothes on! “Martha?” Jonathan tried again, while attempting to edge closer to his dorm-room while kicking his shower bag along the corridor. “Did you want me for something?” YES! … Oh, yes please! Martha thought as she attempted to think of something coherent to say, while trying to drag her eyes away from his chest. Even his chest hair has little curls when it’s damp! she noticed. Jonathan was by now starting to look at her strangely, “I think I’ll just go get dressed.” he said, hoping that she would move as she was by now blocking his way back to his room. “NO!” Martha said, rather louder than she had intended. “Ummmm, I should be leaving anyway.” She blurted out, turning to go. Jonathan, who by now was getting over his initial embarrassment and was beginning to find the situation amusing, said “Err, don’t you want to tell me why you came first?” he asked, watching Martha as she feverishly searched for her car keys in her purse. “What?” she replied, glancing up at him and looking puzzled. “Oh, yes! Sorry, I meant to tell you … the time of the Arts Society meeting isn’t as early as we thought, but it’s from 7:30 to 10:30 tonight and my mom has invited us for dinner first. So I’ll come by here and collect you at 4:45 if that’s okay with you?” she said rather breathlessly while trying to maintain eye contact at all times and definitely not letting her gaze drift lower. “Okay, no problem, I can be ready by then.” Jonathan said, edging closer to his bedroom, “Ummm, I’ve gotta get dressed now.” he said, trying not to be rude. “Dressed?” Martha repeated inanely, before remembering that she too had to get ready and time was rapidly moving on. “Oh, my! Yeah, I should to.” she said as she turned to leave. “I’ll be back at 4.45.” she called over her shoulder as she hurried away. Jonathan picked up his shower bag and went into his room, as he caught sight of himself in the mirror he grinned. Martha had seemed pretty impressed, maybe there was some point to all that farm work after all, he thought as he started to dress. Martha sat in her car, Good Heavens! Why don’t I just write Clueless Virgin on my forehead and be done with it? She asked herself while remembering her response to seeing Jonathan nearly naked in every humiliating detail. He must have been so embarrassed at my childish reaction! she thought as her cheeks burned at the memory and her eyes started to fill with tears, Please, Lord, don’t let him dump me because I’m an idiot. I love him so much. she prayed as she started the car and drove back to her dorm. |
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| Renee | Thu Apr 6, 2006 6:48 am Post #111 |
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:LOL: You're such a bad girl! We've corrupted you in that darn JS gallery thread! |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Thu Apr 6, 2006 12:51 pm Post #112 |
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Oh this is awesome! I love this *giggles* |
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| iluvwriting | Thu Apr 6, 2006 1:32 pm Post #113 |
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Me? corrupted? I have no idea what you're talking about! :angelhorns: <------Me |
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| Renee | Thu Apr 6, 2006 1:46 pm Post #114 |
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That's you, all right! :LOL: |
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| blairtime | Mon May 8, 2006 1:47 pm Post #115 |
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Okay, I am soooo loving this story. The image of Jonathan in a towel just dances in my head. I'v noticed that you haven't posted a chapter in a while. Well if Carrie's bull whip isn't working I'm holding one of Jonathans cows as hostage. More chapters or the cow get it........ :uzi: :moo: PLEASEEEEEEEEE Write more!!!!!! :beg: |
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| DennisQuaid's#1Girl | Mon May 8, 2006 8:51 pm Post #116 |
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THE . . . BEST . . . FAN . . . FIC . . . EVER . . . WRITE . . . MORE . . . NOW!!! SERIOUSLY, THOUGH, I LOVE IT! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK JESS! :superbanana: |
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| iluvwriting | Mon May 8, 2006 8:59 pm Post #117 |
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Blair: NOOOOOOOOOOO! not BETSY! She's Jonathan's favorite!!!!!! I'll post a chapter as soon as possible! :LOL: April: I'll be sure to post more! |
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| iluvwriting | Thu May 11, 2006 8:06 pm Post #118 |
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Okay, since Blair put Betsy's life at stake, here's the next chapter, hope you guys like it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As she drove home, Martha realized she’d forgotten to tell Teri about the meeting. She sighed heavily and turned around the phone might be busy and I’ll spend all my time trying to call her instead of getting ready. She thought as she quickly drove back to her dorm. Once there, she hurriedly parked her car and rushed inside, “Teri?!?!?” she called, after entering their dorm room. “Right here” Teri called from the kitchen. Martha quickly poked her head in “I forgot to tell you that Jonathan and I are going to an Arts Society meeting with my mom, we’ll be back at about 11.00 okay?” Martha withdrew her head and was about to leave the dorm when Teri stopped her. “Are you okay? You’re face is about as red as your hair.” Teri said, coming out of the kitchen. “I’m fine, I’ll tell you about it later, when I get back okay?” she replied starting to blush. “Okay, but I want a full story.” Teri said. “Full story! Got it! Bye!” Martha said as she rushed out before Terri could ask any more questions about her red cheeks. Martha drove to her parent’s house in record time and, after greeting her mother she dashed upstairs to try and find something suitable to wear. She looked for nearly half an hour before finding a dress that would suit the occasion. It was a midnight blue strapless cocktail dress with a fitted bodice, and a full skirt made from layers chiffon which had tiny silver stars scattered across the skirt. The neckline is a bit low Martha thought as she held it up to herself and looked in the mirror. She set it aside on her bed and looked through her closet again, hoping to find another dress that didn’t remind her of Damian and his leery glances down her chest. 15 minutes later, she faced the dress on her bed, “I’ll have to wear it” she sighed picking the dress up again It’s not all that bad, she thought *I guess I just don’t like it because it reminds me of Damian. she told herself Maybe after tonight it’ll remind me of Jonathan…I hope! she added mentally. She hung the dress on her wardrobe door and went across to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, and toweling her hair dry she went back to her room and put the dress on, after applying some make-up she tried to decide what to do with her hair, finally she called for professional help. “MOM!” she yelled “Could you help with my hair?” “All right, I’m coming.” Anne Clark called, making her way up the stairs. She walked into Martha’s room and, after picking up her brush, said, “How would you like me to arrange it?”as she looked at Martha in the mirror. “Could you pin it up for me?” Martha asked as her mother started brushing her hair. “Okay.” Anne said, as she continued brushing Martha’s hair. “So, tell me, when did you meet Jonathan?” she asked. “Jonathan and I met in February, we're both taking the same Finance course and I borrowed his notes…..” “I thought you were the note-taker for that class?” Anne asked looking puzzled. “I am the note taker, I thought Jonathan was really cute but the only way I could think of getting to speak to him was by borrowing his notes. Please don’t tell him Mom, I’d like it if he didn’t find out about my being the note-taker.” Martha said blushing. “All right, I’ll keep quiet about it.” Anne said, smiling. There was silence for a few moments, before Anne said “You borrowed his notes and ….” “Oh, yes, I borrowed his notes and we went out that Friday for coffee and just kind of took it from there.” Martha said smiling. As Anne finished pinning Martha’s hair up, Martha looked at herself in the mirror and thought Maybe I can redeem myself for my teenage behavior earlier after all. When Martha reached for her jewelry box Anne stopped her. “I have some jewelry you can borrow that would go beautifully with that dress. Wait a moment and I’ll go find it.” Anne left the room and returned a couple of minutes later with a pair of earrings, a necklace and a bracelet in her hands. “Oh, Mom, those are beautiful.” Martha said looking at the matching set of jewelry; the necklace was a string of pearls with one large tear shaped pearl hanging down. The earrings and bracelet matched perfectly and as Anne put the necklace around Martha’s neck she said “Jonathan’s really important to you isn’t he?” Martha nodded shyly, looking up at her mother in the mirror she said “Mom … I think he’s the one.” She said softly. Anne smiled, “I thought I recognized the signs.” she said sitting next to Martha and hugging her. “Are you sure?” “Yes, Mom, I’m very sure. He’s a wonderful man and I can’t imagine my life without him.” Martha said looking at Anne with shining eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so happy for you. Now, I’m really looking forward to meeting him tonight!” Anne said with a smile. “Although, I think you might have problems convincing your father that he’s the right man for you.” she warned. “Mom, I love dad, but let’s face it, I’m never going to be the son he wanted.” Martha said sadly. “Sweetheart, he only wants the best for you, he was very upset when you stopped going out with Damian.” “Damian and I would never have worked.” Martha said firmly turning back to the mirror and touching up her make-up. Glancing at her watch she suddenly realized what time it was “Oh, Mom, I’ve got to go pick Jonathan up.” she said, grabbing her purse. “All right, dinner will be ready when you get back.” Anne said laughing. “Okay, Mom.” Martha said before quickly leaving the house. As she drove to Jonathan’s dorm Martha became more and more nervous. She had made such a fool out of herself earlier, what if Jonathan had decided he didn’t want to go out any more because she was so immature? Don’t even think about that. She thought. Think positive! She coached herself. Arriving at a few minutes after 4:45 she quickly hurried from the parking lot to the dorm. As she walked up, she saw that he was waiting on the front steps, his back was to her, but she could tell it was him. He turned a little and her heart skipped a beat, Oh my …!! She thought. Martha couldn’t think of any words to describe how fantastic Jonathan looked. He was devastatingly handsome in the borrowed tux, but the combination of his height, broad shoulders and narrow hips was simply drop dead gorgeous! Jonathan turned when he heard her footsteps behind him. His jaw dropped. All he could do was stare at her, Martha looked just beautiful! No, make that totally gorgeous. She was wearing a deep blue dress. The chiffon skirt was blowing in the breeze and as she walked closer, Jonathan could tell she was a bit taller. She was obviously wearing heels, but with her upswept hair, she looked even taller. When she was closer, he managed to say in an awed voice. “Martha, you look beautiful.” She blushed and looked down, but he put a finger under her chin and lifted her head. “Absolutely beautiful” he murmured, still in awe as he tenderly brushed her lips with a soft kiss. “You cleaned up very nicely yourself.” Martha said. Then she blushed again, Oh, great Martha, why don’t you just remind him of when I saw him nearly naked. she groaned to herself. Jonathan smiled and Martha thought he was going to laugh at her, but he simply said “Why don’t we get going, we don’t want to be late to dinner.” Martha smiled through her red cheeks “Okay” she said. As they walked to the car Jonathan said “You usually don’t wear your hair up this way, did you do it your self?” “My mother did it for me.” Martha said. “What’s your mother like?” he asked. “She’s like me. I get my red hair from her.” Martha said, smiling as Jonathan opened the door for her and then closed it after she was in. As they drove back to the Clark town house, Martha told Jonathan all about her mother. She was still talking about her as she pulled up. “ …and she didn’t even tell my father about it.” Martha finished as she turned the engine off and undid her seat belt. “I’ll get your door” Jonathan said, as he got out. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Anne Clark was watching out of her bedroom window when she saw Martha’s car pull up. Here we go she thought. Just then the passenger side door opened and a tall, blond man got out. He hurried around the front of the car to open the driver’s side. Anne was impressed; from William’s description she’d been expecting a country hick straight from the farm. But what greeted her was a very different sight, a beautifully dressed, handsome man who at the very least seemed to have good manners. They walked to the front door and went in. Anne could faintly hear Martha laughingand she smiled, so far Jonathan was earning straight A’s in her book. We’ll just see how the rest of the evening goes. she thought. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Jonathan walked into the town house, he couldn't help but be impressed, the Clark's obviously had a great deal of money and it showed. Martha went up on tiptoes and brushed his cheek with her lips, "I'll be right back, I'm going to let Mom know we’re here." she said and then pointed to his left "Why don’t you wait in the living room." "Okay" Jonathan said, smiling at her and quickly kissing her back before walking into the room she'd pointed out. He strolled around the room looking at the impressive art work hanging on the walls he also noticed that the furniture was obviously very high quality and expensive looking. He had sat down and was reading an art magazine when Martha walked in with Anne right behind her. Jonathan instantly stood up putting the magazine down as Anne walked in. “Mom, this is Jonathan; Jonathan, this is my Mother, Mrs. Clark.” Martha said, smiling as she made the introductions. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Clark.” Jonathan said stepping forward and holding out his hand out for her to shake. As Anne took it, she said “It’s a pleasure to meet you also Jonathan, I’ve heard a lot about you. And while I’m not trying to cut the introductions short, time is moving on and we need to go in to dinner.” “Of course, I understand.” Jonathan said they walked into the dining room which was elegantly set with crystal glasses and formal silverware. As Anne walked to her seat at the head of the table she was surprised to see that, Jonathan pulled her chair out a little and then as she sat Jonathan pushed her chair in so that she didn’t have to adjust it herself. After doing the same for Martha, Jonathan sat down across from her and dinner began, by the end of the meal Anne was starting to be very impressed with Jonathan. They had covered several different topics of conversation and in each different turn that the conversation took it was obvious that Jonathan knew about that subject, but he didn’t monopolize the conversation like a few other boys Martha had brought home. Anne also noticed with approval that he didn’t have any problems using the formal silverware. After their coffee, Anne said “We really should be leaving if we don’t want to be late for the meeting.” As she started to get up, Jonathan immediately rose and pulled her chair out for her. Anne smiled at him. “Why, thank you Jonathan.” she said. “You’re welcome, Mrs. Clark.” Jonathan said as he helped Martha with her chair “Thanks, Jonathan.” Martha said. When they reached the front hallway, Anne reached for her evening wrap, however, Jonathan took it and held it out so that she just had to slide it around her shoulders, he then proceeded to do the same with Martha’s. As they were being driven to the meeting Jonathan and Anne started a friendly debate about gas prices. “If they keep going up then how will people be able to pay for other things they need?” Jonathan asked. “I heard that the oil company’s are having trouble finding oil, they need to spend more money to find more oil this is only a temporary rise in gas prices.” Anne responded. Before Jonathan could reply, they arrived at the hotel where the meeting was being held. They walked inside and were able to find good seats before the meeting started, the meeting lasted for just over an hour, after which the Arts Society members mingled while enjoying drinks and canapés. Anne kept an eye on Jonathan and Martha and she was pleasantly surprised by the way Jonathan remained by Martha’s side, he also seemed to be at ease chatting with the other members of the Society. The biggest surprise however, was how relaxed and happy Martha was, usually at these meetings, she was uptight and nervous. Tonight however, she was laughing and chatting and appeared to be having a good time. When the meeting ended, the chauffeur drove Anne back to the town house before taking Martha and Jonathan back to their respective dorms at the University. As Jonathan slid back into the limo after escorting Anne to her front door, he felt that he was being watched by the chauffeur, so instead of sitting next to Martha, he sat across the seat from her and held her hand instead. Martha looked up at him and smiled “Did you have a good time tonight?” she asked as the limo started moving. “Yes, I did.” Jonathan said, still smiling, they continued making small talk until they reached Jonathan’s dorm. As the chauffeur opened the door, both Jonathan and Martha got out. “Please wait here James, I’ll be right back.” Martha said. “Of course Ms. Clark,” James said. Jonathan and Martha walked up the driveway hand in hand; as they got close to the door Martha said “I think James is watching us.” Jonathan smiled at her “I thought that earlier when I got back in the car after dropping your Mom off.” he agreed, laughing a little. As they got to the front of the dorm Jonathan stopped Martha “I need to see you tonight.” he said. “I’m right here.” Martha said. “I mean away from the interested gaze of your chauffeur.” Jonathan replied. “Okay” Martha said with a grin. “Why don’t we change and meet in the garden behind your dorm in about 45 minutes?” Jonathan asked “Would that be good for you?” “Yeah, that’d be fine.” Martha said. “Teri will watch the bottom floor bathroom window; almost all the girls in my dorm have used that window at least once to get out after hours.” Martha said, smiling. Jonathan bent and gave her a polite kiss “I love you.” he said, winking at her. “I love you too.” Martha said, smiling back. She walked back to the limo and got in. James, after closing the door, drove Martha back to her dorm. 45 minutes later, Martha, who was now wearing all black quietly, opened the bathroom window on the bottom floor. Terri, who was standing behind her whispered “Make sure you’re back in 30 minutes, I’ll be waiting to let you in.” “Okay” Martha whispered, she slid out of the window and heard Terri closing it and turning the light off in the bathroom. As her feet touched the ground, Jonathan, who was also wearing dark colors, stepped out of the shadows and whistled softly, to get her attention. When Martha saw him she ran across the grass to where he was waiting. “So, what was so important that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” she asked, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm. “It’s just that I have spent all evening wanting to do this...” Jonathan replied as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, after a few moments, he broke the kiss and said “I’ve also wanted to say, that you were not only the most beautiful person at the meeting tonight but you are also the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Martha smiled up at him as she realized that he still loved her, and that her behavior earlier in his dorm hadn’t made him think of breaking up with her. She shyly raised herself up on her tiptoes and wound her arms around his neck. “And you looked very dashing in your tux.” She smiled “I think you were the best looking guy there.” Jonathan grinned and kissed her again. This time, Martha felt as though her bones were melting, and, without realizing it, she allowed him full access to her mouth. They continued kissing, each kiss getting deeper and deeper until Martha realized she was moving way out of her comfort zone and started to pull back. As she did so, Jonathan immediately, loosened his hold and he let her pull away. Martha blushed as she started to stammer, “Jonathan, I’m sorry, I ...” she said, not sure what to say so she didn’t either hurt his feelings or sound like a total prude. “No.” Jonathan interrupted her “Don’t apologize, the last thing I would ever want to do is push you too far too fast. I love and respect you too much to do that.” As he finished speaking, the bathroom light was turned on and Terri’s head appeared at the window, “Oh, darn! You’ve got to go, Terri’s waiting.” Jonathan sighed gesturing towards the window. “I don’t want to go, but I have to.” Martha said, as she kissed him again, “Why don’t we meet for lunch tomorrow? I know you have a long lunch and I only have classes in the morning. I’ll treat.” she said. “That’s a great idea, but I’ll buy lunch.” Jonathan said. “Jonathan,” Martha said, “I’m buying! Why don’t we meet in front of my dorm tomorrow at 11:00, is that okay with you?” “Perfect.” Jonathan said, as he kissed her again before they went to the bathroom window. After lifting her up and helping her climb into the bathroom he waited to make sure she remembered to close and lock the window before leaving the garden and jogging back to his dorm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now Blair, un hand that cow now! give her back! :LOL: |
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| blairtime | Thu May 11, 2006 9:30 pm Post #119 |
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MOOOOOOO :moo: Betsy has been moved to a secure location. I may even have her spots changed by a plastic surgeon to insure she won't be identified in a herd. I leave you this pail of milk \_/ for dna testing to prove she has been unharmed at this time. Sincerly 'MOOOOOOO'ni |
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| DennisQuaid's#1Girl | Tue May 30, 2006 11:55 am Post #120 |
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LetThemEatCaserole! AsIAwokeFromAStrangeDream...
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Very cool! I love the new addition to the story Jess! :bounce: |
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