Explain THIS TO ME

[TSA09 0]

Hmm...

 

I think that he was able to see his reflection in her panties was the best part. You might want to tell her to have that looked at.

Clearly he knows nothing about women's undergarments. I also liked the purple bra with the white panties. Dude, if she'd planned on getting laid, which is what this story implies, she would've been wearing a matching bra and panty set.

Stardust nailed it exactly. No girl who plans on getting laid wears unmatching bra and panties.

[Slayer 0]

Hmm...

 

I think that he was able to see his reflection in her panties was the best part. You might want to tell her to have that looked at.

Clearly he knows nothing about women's undergarments. I also liked the purple bra with the white panties. Dude, if she'd planned on getting laid, which is what this story implies, she would've been wearing a matching bra and panty set.

Stardust nailed it exactly. No girl who plans on getting laid wears unmatching bra and panties.

Bah, you act like we pay attention to such details

 

Unless you're aiming for another woman (not that there's anything wrong with that)

[Damaramu 0]

I still want to know where she got the magical mirror panties.

[Guest rawmvp]

I figured he was saying that he made her THAT... DAMN... MOIST and as a result her panties became reflective.

 

Yes, that's what I was trying to imply -- she was really THAT horny for me. You're more astute than I thought, Kotzenjunge.

[Red Hot Thumbtack In The Eye 0]

You know, if this guy didn't talk in between his updates, i think this story would be a bit more credible

[Damaramu 0]

I figured he was saying that he made her THAT... DAMN... MOIST and as a result her panties became reflective.

 

Yes, that's what I was trying to imply -- she was really THAT horny for me. You're more astute than I thought, Kotzenjunge.

*bangs head on desk*

Dude you aren't even trying to hide the fact that you're making it up anymore. It's sad.

[justsoyouknow 0]

Wait...so she went and unlocked her front door, then JUMPED the back fence? Why?

[Damaramu 0]

Wait...so she went and unlocked her front door, then JUMPED the back fence? Why?

Yes and nobody give him the answer.....

[TSA09 0]

someone best die soon

[JangoFett4Hire 0]

Dude, you know you're supposed to keep your sexual role-playing just between you and her, right?

[Guest rawmvp]

No, she didn't unlock the front door, but she was about to. The reason, ironically, was to not awake her parents or younger brother; however, we did just that by going into her backyard.

 

If it wasn't for that DAMN DOG! ARHHHHHH!

[TSA09 0]

Yes because if it wasn't for the dog, she would have had your sour cream. Someone really needs to die soon, that is the only way this thing can be saved.

[Guest rawmvp]

Oh don't worry, her baked potato will get my sour cream next time.

[The Ill One 0]

Yeah or if those "KGB connections" really show up and just gun everybody down but the dog leapt in his way and saved his life, but the his "only true love" falls to her death. Then he goes on some rampage. Aaahh, there's the next Disney movie ending for you.

[Art Sandusky 0]

I figured he was saying that he made her THAT... DAMN... MOIST and as a result her panties became reflective.

 

Yes, that's what I was trying to imply -- she was really THAT horny for me. You're more astute than I thought, Kotzenjunge.

I knew he'd take what I said as what he meant.

 

If she's got THAT much juice flowing, something is VERY VERY WRONG. Should your main character ever go down on her, he'll drown.

[Guest Bottled Black]

Ya know this is getting ridiculous. Instead of popping in here and giving updates, just finish the damn story already. No one believes it's true, It's pretty obvious that you've made everything from page 2 to page 28 up. Just finish the story, but here's my guess You went to Yelena's to explain everything that happened and how life was unfair, and she lent you a comforting shoulder, and one thing led to another and you gave her your sourcream. Ahh but it was all a test, Yelena went and told Natalie, who then got the KGB (even though they no longer exist). SO now you have Natalie, Yelena, Jakob, their parents and the KGB on you tail, and you must go hide out so you won't be posting anymore.

[TSA09 0]

That probably summed it all up

[Guest SP-1]

I squinted against the Parisian moonlight. Natalie told me to meet her here, on one of the higher levels of the Eiffel Tower, after she made some further travel arrangements. In my mind, I reviewed the events of the past few weeks and I simply couldn’t believe what had happened. I had gone from zero to bank-robbing hero in such a short amount of time that my world was now completely upside down. Am I a madman? Or simply a man in love?

 

I chuckled softly to myself at that.

 

Perhaps I’m a madman in love.

 

Yes. That must be it.

 

“Hello.”

 

I turned to see Natalie standing at the other end of the catwalk that I was gazing out over the city from. She was dressed in a black bodysuit, a curious thing to me. She had been wearing it since we arrived in Paris and had neglected to mention where she got it from. I didn’t remember her buying it when we arrived. But then, I’m not a controlling man at all and she’s certainly free to do whatever she wishes and wear whatever she wants.

 

I was broken from my thoughts by something glimmering behind her in the moonlight. I heard a sick *thwack* and Natalie’s eyes went wide before she slumped to the catwalk’s metal plating. From the darkness behind her, a gun emerged, and then a hand. A hand connected to an arm, connected to the shoulder of one of the most massive men I had ever seen. His eyes were dark and cold and his aim, I knew, was true.

 

“Comrade.” he spoke.

 

“Comrade,” I replied.

 

“You have done vell on your assignment. Miss Imbruglia has been a thorn in the Secret KGB’s side for quite some time.”

 

“Thank you, Boris.” I calmly removed my black gloves and began walking towards Natalie’s unconscious form and Boris’s hulking mass. “I try to keep things nice and tidy, you know? I thought the bank robbery was a nice way to keep the media occupied on two different identites. So far, I’ve heard nothing from our secret service friends. Completely fooled.”

 

Boris smiled. He wasn’t all that smart, to be honest with you. A big, dumb enforcer for our little underground organization. I met him as a twelve year old child when my parents were lost hiking in the Russian mountains of Kazhad-Dur. Boris was part of a rescue team. Were my parents not already buried in the dense snow, Boris would have sniped them. The Russians wanted an American child for their future plans. And they knew I was there.

 

“You’ve always been good at fooling others,” the Russian says.

 

I smile. He had been a good friend. I look down at Natalie and pull a short knife from my sleeve. I raise it as if to stab her, but quickly flip the knife around and shove ti between Boris’s ribs. He looks at me with horrified eyes, a burning question in them. I smile warmly to my friend and place a finger to my lips as he falls in front of me, the knife ripping up and retreating from him as he does so. “Shhhh, comrade.”

 

I clean the knife off with a handkerchief and replace it in it’s secret place in my sleeve. I bend down and pick Natalie up in my arms. She stirs and looks up at me. Our plan had worked.

 

I had found my soulmate. Who was as tired of secrecy and killing in the CIA as I was in the KGB. And now we would find our happiness together. And we would kill anyone who tries to stop us.

 

The road ahead won’t be easy. But it will be –

 

Natalie shimmers and disappears. I’m startled.

 

And then I understand.

 

Stupid Americans.

 

I whirl around and she’s standing behind me, no longer dressed in that blasted holo-suit. She raises a gun, tears in her eyes, and fires. “I’m sorry,” she says.

 

I drop and roll, but I feel the bullet rip through my shoulder as it grazes me. I come up right at Natalie and nail her with an uppercut. She staggers back and uses the momentum to backflip, kicking me twice in the face as she does so. She lands, ready. Our battle is fierce and fast, both of us calmly staring each other in the eye as our limbs strike and block around us. Our hearts break with every point of contact, but we both know we cannot stop. I can’t continue without her, and she won’t continue with me. I am the enemy, after all.

 

Finally, I get a good, clean hit right in Natalie’s face. She drops and slides back to where I had knocked her gun at the beginning of our sparring. She looks at me, grabs the gun, and raises it. A far off look is in her eyes and she fires.

 

I freeze.

 

And I hear a thud behind me.

 

I turn to see Boris lying face down behind me, a knife in his hand and blood pooling beneath him. I look back at Natalie, who is staring at me, trying not to weep openly.

 

“He was going to kill you. And . . . and I knew I couldn’t see you die.” She throws the gun down and runs to my arms. And when I hold her, everything seems to clear and right. Yes . . . yes, it’s time to stop fighting and double crossing. And being confused. I kiss her passionately and deeply, atop the Eiffel and we know what we have to do now.

 

A moment later, we are gone. A dead Russian will be found, having committed suicide with a gun after stabbing himself failed to work. And two of the world’s top spies will never be heard from again.

 

I like it that way.

 

So does she.

 

Under the Parisian moon.

[Edwin MacPhisto 0]

SP, you left out the money shot. Boo.

[Firestarter 0]

...

 

That was actually pretty darn good for a melodramatic soap opera. Kudos, SP.

[Guest SP-1]

Thanks.

 

It was pretty half-hearted. I just hated not finishing what I started earlier.

[Guest FrigidSoul]

SP, you left out the money shot. Boo.

I'm surprised she hasn't pooped on his chest yet. Of course I haven't read this whole thread so it may have happened.

[Guest stardust]

SP, that was great. "Miss Imbruglia." NICE

[Spicy McHaggis 0]

For those who are wondering, my the nail has been decimated, perhaps beyond repair.

God, no!

 

I was spellbinded, that's for sure.

It's "spellbound", cheesy. I thought you were a human dictionary.

 

She asks Natalie to pick her up at Caporelli's -- a high class restaurant a few miles from where we were.

I'm a little skeptical of your definition of high class considering the fact that you regularly take the love of your life to the Sizzler of italian food.

[Guest Bottled Black]

SP that was awesome. Lets see you had Boris, when does Natasha make an appearance?

[Guest stardust]

In the lesbian sex scene that turns into a threesome. Complete with sour cream, of course.

[Zack Malibu 0]

Rawmvp = HBK16

Actually, I think Italian Stallion does, but that's another story.

 

Maybe they're all the same guy, and it's leading to a Mafia/KGB super duper blowout extravaganza!

[Red Hot Thumbtack In The Eye 0]

It's all about the severed pinky finger with these fuckers.

 

I'm thinking less about KGB and more about Yakuza.

 

 

This story is about to take a quad of acid.

[CanadianChris 0]

So, while I'm having dinner with Natalie at one of our discreet rendevous -- in this case, it's Chilis, the restaurant --

I'll have to remember that the key to being discreet is meeting in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

[Brush with Greatness 0]

The sad part is, I think this story actually started out true.

 

The fact of the matter is that either rawmvp got rejected by Natalie on the intial offer, or in more liklihood, never had the balls to ask her out and instead developed this farce, rather than face ridicule from TSM for being a coward.