A few fuzzy, fluffy one-shots that form a loosely connected story. Based around the idea of this quote by Germaine Greer:
"The essence of pleasure is spontaneity."
Yeah, these are silly - what of it? :-)
A shout out to the SIPsters who patiently put up with me and my rants. Who knew old people could be so cool? ;-)
Oh, the fun I could really have if I owned these characters. Hell, if I could just lease them for a while..... No Copyright Infringement even THOUGHT about, much less intended.
Pam returned from the bathroom to find Jim still standing in the same position she'd left him: one hand in his pocket, the other one resting against the top of the vending machine as he leaned near the glass trying to make a snack decision.
"You okay?" he asked, his face a clear mask of concern as he turned slightly towards her. "You took off like a shot."
"Yeah, I'm fine, " she smiled lazily as she walked towards him, her hands clasped behind her back. "It's just that your comment on being hungry gave me an idea." She stepped even closer and slipped something small and light into the front pocket of his trousers.
Jim stepped back from the vending machine and gave her puzzled look. "What did you just give me?"
"My underpants."