Random Orgy: The Blanche Devereaux Story

[Maynard]

:choda: I do try.

[therethere]

The damn email isn't sending I am upset.

[Maynard]

I'm sure it will. I was having the same problem the day I sent the same email to both of your email addresses.

[therethere]

Yeah, it will eventually, but I want INSTANT GRATIFICATION

I worked hard on that voice note. :(

[Maynard]

:choda: I laughed until I got teary-eyed.

[therethere]

ME TOO.

SOMETHING IS STIRRING INSIDE OF HER. IS IT LOVE?

OR A TUMOR IN HER OVARY?

:edit:

Jason: "Two lovers seperated by three states, a war, and their families. Can they overcome everything, defy every odd, and find true love? Well, I'm afraid we're gonna have to wait to hear the end of this story."

Anna: "Meet Grandma, a quiet but headstrong girl from the northern territories. She, like many other northerners, has a deep hatred of the south. And yet, he is the one she yearns for. That hot-blooded Confederate rogue. Haunting her dreams at night. Something is stirring inside of her. Could it be love? Or a tumor in her ovary?"

[Maynard]

ROFL You should keep transcribing them here.

[therethere]

Jason: "Meet Maynard. A boy from the Confederate States of America. A nice young soldier of modest height, he was sure of his place in the world. Yet, something wasn't right. He was torn between his love of slavery, and a young northern woman. Is it love? Or is it madness born from a mosquito bite?"

Anna: "She always preferred the ebony-skinned, well-hung men she found crossing the border separating north from south. She'd let them take a trip on her underground railroad any time. But now, the tables have turned. Will Grandma resist this alabaster hunk from the south, or will she give in to his honky charms?"

[Maynard]

:rofl:

[therethere]

Jason: "It had been years since he'd seen her. Her family spent a summer in the plantation down the road from his. They spent many nights huddled in the slave quarters, telling each other everything. He learned she had a penchant for the niggers. At first, he was outraged, but then he changed his mind. He'd be happy to ride in the back seat of her bus. He hopped in his slave-drawn carriage to go tell her, but then, like a nigger's freedom, she was gone. He had to find her."

Anna: "After Grandma told Maynard of her love for the darkies, she knew she couldn't bear to face him again. She left. Quickly, like the spread of AIDS in South Africa. When at last she returned to her home in the north, she broke down completely. Oh! Damn her accursed emotions! Damn that pasty-assed Confederate boy! Damn it all!"