Post by goldenmyst on Sept 19, 2019 18:12:08 GMT -6
Smitten: An Alternate Universe
Later at the Sweeney’s residence Ro lets Doug think her girlfriend is in the kitchen to keep her company while she performs proper housewife duties. But unbeknownst to him Rowena is giving her dishwasher hands a break.
“Oh girl, I’ve meddled with Doug’s pride. He’s mad because I came up with designs for his lingerie ads when he was stumped. I tried to pull the thorn out of his lion’s paw by telling him I had a closer relationship to my underwear than he did. You know speaking of lingerie we should have a pajama party for just us ladies.”
Girlfriend says, “Should we invite Doug?”
Ro says, “Only if he agrees to model lingerie.”
Girlfriend says, “He’d have to wear a jockstrap to prevent wardrobe mishaps.”
Ro, “Even those athletic supporters aren’t foolproof. Let him believe we’re having an all girls Tupperware party.”
Rowena is the all American wife who surfs in on the ray of her sunshine smile. She holds the pie she worked on all morning just to please her man but Doug sulks.
“Rowena, you’ll always be my ghost artist.”
Rowena’s second sense tells her how to soothe his bruised ego. She leads him with her boudoir wisdom into a decidedly not June Cleaver situation where handcuffs are stowed just for this occasion. The ties that bind were never so strong as when secured by a wife in her thong.
Later at the Sweeney’s residence Ro lets Doug think her girlfriend is in the kitchen to keep her company while she performs proper housewife duties. But unbeknownst to him Rowena is giving her dishwasher hands a break.
“Oh girl, I’ve meddled with Doug’s pride. He’s mad because I came up with designs for his lingerie ads when he was stumped. I tried to pull the thorn out of his lion’s paw by telling him I had a closer relationship to my underwear than he did. You know speaking of lingerie we should have a pajama party for just us ladies.”
Girlfriend says, “Should we invite Doug?”
Ro says, “Only if he agrees to model lingerie.”
Girlfriend says, “He’d have to wear a jockstrap to prevent wardrobe mishaps.”
Ro, “Even those athletic supporters aren’t foolproof. Let him believe we’re having an all girls Tupperware party.”
Rowena is the all American wife who surfs in on the ray of her sunshine smile. She holds the pie she worked on all morning just to please her man but Doug sulks.
“Rowena, you’ll always be my ghost artist.”
Rowena’s second sense tells her how to soothe his bruised ego. She leads him with her boudoir wisdom into a decidedly not June Cleaver situation where handcuffs are stowed just for this occasion. The ties that bind were never so strong as when secured by a wife in her thong.
