Y&R-Portrait of a Marriage on the Rocks
diane
lovely portrait of Jack and Brad.
When last we left our loving couple there was real trouble in their
marriage. And so, with much love, I present to you, another installment
of "Brad and Jack: Portrait of a Marriage on the Rocks".
Brad lifted his head from the pillow. "Why am I crying?" he said out
loud. "I am a young, healthy, good looking man. Jack treats me like
dirt and I think I've had it with him!" He could picture Jack now,
sitting blob-like on his favorite chair, watching Baywatch or Walker
Texas Ranger. Brad's resentment grew, "I didn't get married so that I
could spend countless hours waiting for a little time, dammit, a little
attention!" Brad's mind wandered back, back to another time, another
place, another man. The man Brad would have married if it had not been
for the interference of Jack. A man so rich and powerful, Brad had been
completely captivated. That man was Victor Newman.
Brad could still remember the smell of his skin, his gentle but firm
touch upon his ass. "Victor never would have treated me like this!"
Brad thought. He fought it, but once again, the tears came. "Oh Victor,
save me from this mistake, this terrible, terrible mistake I have made!"
Brad heard snoring in the other room. "Great, the asswipe is asleep.
I think I'll pack my bags and make like a banana." After he had packed
his bags, Brad slowly opened the bedroom door. There he was, Jack, a
shadow of his former self. Big hairy belly, stubble on his legs,
chipped nail polish, this was not the same man he had vowed to love,
honor and cherish. Brad grabbed his bags and made his way for the
door. He watched the snoring Jack with contempt. "My god, he's wearing
Michael Baldwin's shirt!" That was it, the final and deciding straw.
Brad went to the drawer to write a note for Jack. He spotted a black
marker, wrote the note and smiled to himself. "Here Jack," he
approached the chair where Jack slept, "I hope this marker is
permanent." Brad carefully drew a Victor mustache on Jack's quivering
upper lip. "It won't wash off, my darling, at least not for a while.
You're lucky, Jack, I could have cut off....."
To be continued...someday
Diane
Teerio
ROTFPIMP! (which I heard meant "peeing in my pants", but I was thinking
pumping in my..put that thought right outta your head!)
>di...@webtv.net (diane)
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diane
>ROTFPIMP! (which I heard meant "peeing in
>my pants", but I was thinking pumping in
>my..put that thought right outta your head!)
What? Pumping in my parlor? Pumping in my pocket? Pumping in my
pajamas? The possibilities are endless, but I think I know what you
mean.
Diane
Amy Heil
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Crystal McAdams
IM LOST
Diva
I think he's "had it" with lots of others, too.--
Diva
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See You Lighter
Alexandra
> diane wrote in message <29103-37...@newsd-123.bryant.webtv.net>...
>
> "My god, he's wearing
> Michael Baldwin's shirt!" That was it, the final and deciding straw.
> Brad went to the drawer to write a note for Jack. He spotted a black
> marker, wrote the note and smiled to himself. "Here Jack," he
> approached the chair where Jack slept, "I hope this marker is
> permanent." Brad carefully drew a Victor mustache on Jack's quivering
> upper lip. "It won't wash off, my darling, at least not for a while.
> You're lucky, Jack, I could have cut off....."
>
> To be continued...someday
>
> Diane
Michael Baldwin enters the house
"Jack? I just saw Brad leaving... Jack? are you there"
Then he sees Jack sleeping.
"Oh here is my shirt! I looked for it everywhere..."
He comes near Jack then he bends forward and unbuttons and unzips Jack
pants.
Then Jack wakes up: "What are you doing you twisted?"
Michael: "I was just checking if you hadn't also stolen my boxer shorts"
Jack: "But honey, you know that I don't wear anything under my pants...."
FYC Michael Baldwin
Alexandra