Strategy Part Four

Okay, last post of the day.. er, night.

( Strategy, part four. Wherein there's more of the same of what I've warned about previously so if you like it come on in and if not then I at least hope these cut tags have proved to be amusing for you. )

Insanity, whee!

Thanks to all those who have been sending feedback enabling me with "Strategy". Perchance we all have a "oh screw it, I'm just going to indulge myself" fic inside of us, and I think Strategy is mine. And look! There's people encouraging me!

God bles the internet, I tell ya.

Working on the next part in my head. Will try to write it tonight if I can but I've been ordered to call beyondallreason on the phone and past history has shown that when this happens we tend to talk for hours and hours in spite of the fact that I can never remember if I've said anything interesting. But I guess so because beyondallreason keeps asking to do it again so either I'm just fascinating or she's a glutton for punishment. Or both ;) I still say if she truly loved me she'd have moved her British butt to NYC, or even Hartford, in spite of the fact that I myself told her Hartford, according to Elder Brother, was a circle of Hell that just hadn't moved off this dimension yet.

Huh, where was I?

Anyway, phone call tonight if possible. If not, more Strategy. Yeah. That.

Strategy Part Five

( Strategy, Part Five, wherein things get less than work safe and our boys benefit from TBQ having a night where she didn't have to be tied to the phone, however kinky that may sound. )