Okay, I've been up for over 30 hours, so can't be held responsible for the following which is part of the challenge: A Screed/Tracy story with a tattoo, goose down feathers and a canary... and mine strayed into the world of adult fic too Disclaimers: I don't own a canary, much less any of the other stuff Line Tap By: Cousin Mary Vetter. Uh.... 'ello? Tracy? Oh, hi Screed. How'd you get this number? 'Ey! 'Ow'd ya know ets yers truefully? Heheh, psychic I guess. So why are you calling? Need bail money? Nah, an' I resemble tha' comment, geez, ask a bird ta pay a fine fer ya one time... wuzn't even my fault... But anyhoos, I wuz callin' ta see iffen ya know where tha V-man 'as done got 'imself tanight? Yeah, like I'd know. Oh... so ya don'ts either huh? Nope, not a clue. Haven't seen him in over a week. All righty... so,... wotter ya wearin'? Nothing at the moment actually... Um, wot? You asked. I just got out of a very long, very hot bath. I'm all pink and lying on my goose down comforter, steaming. Steamin'? Happens sometimes, when you boil yourself in the tub and forget to turn the heat up in your apartment. When you get out, you steam. So yer really nekkid? Yep. Oh. I've had the worst week, eight days straight of work, nothing but stress. I finally get a day off, but I can't seem to relax. I'm wired, can't sleep. Thought a bath might help. An' et didn't 'elp none? Guess not. So what are you up to? I've got me breeches on! You're over dressed then aren't you? I'm too hot to get dressed, I need my body temperature to get back somewhere in the upper 90's. I wuzn't doin' nothin'. That's why I called. Looking for Vachon. Yeah, tha's roight. He's not here. No, 'e ain't. You going to hang up? Are ya? So, I'm thinking of getting a tattoo. Are ya now? An' wot are ya gonna get stencilled on yer sweet self? I'm thinking a bright yellow canary. A carnary? Like tha singin' tweetbird? Yeah... on my belly, right side... low. Right here. Yer touchin' tha spot now? Yeah. Why a carnary? Because I like canaries. You have something against canaries? Nah, I likes 'em jus' fine. Taste loike chicken they does. Do they? I remember this boy down the block from us had a canary when I was a kid. I used to sit on his living room floor, watch and listen to it for hours. An' I gets tha feelin' thats naht tha end o' tha story es it? One day I got mad that it was in a cage, so I let it go. Greg, that was the boy, beat me up for it. I still have a scar... 'E beat ya up? Yeah, but it was worth it, because the next day I saw him flying free around the park. Yer neighbor? No, the canary! Greg was in the hospital getting his nose packed with gauze... I pegged him in PE. Dodge ball, gotta love it. That's tha one where wee wankers try ta knock each utter out wit' rubber balls huh? Yeah! It's great! Didn't realize ya were a psycho Baby Jane. I'm not a psycho. I'm just in touch with my darker side. Well... iffen yer 'ands on yer belly, than slide et down a notch 'en -then- we can talks 'bout dark sides. Okay. Did ya say okee doke? Yeah. I thought ya did. So ya are? Yes. Screed do you ever... think of me? I am now! But I suppose ya means bifore? Yeah, I mean, as something other than Vachon's... well, whatever I was. 'Ya are' ya means, not 'ya wuz.' 'E 'asn't zactly stopped 'is campaign ta woo ya. Oh. Ya still there? I know ya is. I can 'ears ya breathin'. Screed... if I wasn't with Vachon, would we still be... friends? Yah, I'd say we'd still be chummy-like. Are ya sayin' ya don't wants Vachonetti no more? 'Cuz I don't believe that fer one second, I- Why? You really think you know what I want? ...Maybe I want something entirely different. Oh? Like wo Like wotter ya sayin'? You didn't answer me before... did you ever think of me? I suppose I 'ave. Fram time ta time. Yer gots ta know yer a might pretty, an' yer... I dunno knows iffens we should do this... You want to stop? Nah... I don't. That's tha problam. I've thoughts o' ya a lot Baby Janey... a lot. Good. I think of you too, late at night, when I'm alone. Is that when you think of me? Gawd yes. Yer 'and still thare? Yes... An' iffen t'were my 'and? I- yes? I would probably move me fingers around some... explores a bit. Screed... 'Course... it wouldn't be jus' me 'and fer long. I'd wants ta taste too... Bring me fingers ta me lips... An' then I 'ould- Wait! I'd be there too wouldn't I? Surely I'd be doing something to you... I'd probably start by lowering your zipper... Ya would, would ya? Yeah. Did you? Yah. And I'd touch you, just a little at first. Soft... hesitant to begin with. Baby... Then I'd get more confident, if you liked it... I think its safe ta say I would. And I would... Screed? Do you think you could come over now? Be thare en 2 minutes. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I haven't slept in 32 hours, that's my only excuse... Please take pity on me and don't take a hit out on me. Comments (no threats please) to anteros@juno.com