10 Minutes/Entry 16
Date: May 25th, 2008 2:16:38 am - Subscribe
Mood: spiffy
He stood and stared into the grey mask of the dawn. Scarred. Disfigured. But not alone. Never alone, never again. For he'd found his best friend and, best of all, she had boobs.
She ran, tying to catch the foolish man. Her hair in sodden streamers down her back. Her shoes squishing with every step.
She slammed the door as she ran out of the house. It didn't matter what the servants thought. It didn't matter that everyone thought she was mad to fall in love. It had happened, and she wasn't about to lose her second chance.
He stared at her back. For all her sweet passion from the night before, she was just as cold as all the other women who'd lusted after his fortune--but not him.
"Is that your final answer, madam?" he asked. She nodded her head. "Very well then, wife, you may remove yourself from my household this Wednesday next. You may leave with what you came."
"I'm pregnant," she said bluntly. Then she blushed.
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