So I’m back in the swing room at Legends… only this time, the receptionist is more attentive to my needs. She put the lights on for me… and gave me a juice box with a bendy straw… and she sent Ms. Kristy in to play with me. That last part was the nicest. 
Ms. Kristy is a tall glass of lovely – long blonde hair; soft feminine form (with two impressive… “augmentations”… that warrant extra inspection); and very pretty. She’s wearing a bikini… but it’s not about the bikini.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Our introduction is friendly but cautious for both of us. For my part: character flaw. On her side: well, the obvious. We go through the common opening pleasantries… the inevitable “so… what do YOU want to do?” merry-go-round, until she gives up and decides. I prove that I’m not a credit risk by getting up and placing coloured paper on the counter. And she wiggles her way backwards until she’s rubbing up against me all naughty-like.
*beeeep beeeep beeeep beeep* indeed.
So, we’re off. And I can’t really explain why, but I’m like a hyperactive four year old whose been drinking Red Bull all afternoon before going to Chuck E Cheese for the very first time. I’m like: “lets do this!”… and “no, wait… let’s do that!”… and “whoa – no – that last thing… let’s do that again!”… and on and on….
And on.
Ms. Kristy is both accommodating and patient with me (a patience that I think I worked pretty hard at testing)… and she is an accomplished tickler. In fact, if it weren’t for a few poorly calculated “marble grabs” on her part (which serve as a very effective “reset” button), we might have been done in very short order.
But we got there. And it was FUN! And then… boy, did I crash. But it’s a content, sleepy crash. Ms. Kristy talks to me while she is tidying up, while I’m curled up in the corner watching her, and it feels comfortable. I decided that I like Ms. Kristy, and that I’d like to see her again.
Happy thumping, all!
Ms. Kristy is a tall glass of lovely – long blonde hair; soft feminine form (with two impressive… “augmentations”… that warrant extra inspection); and very pretty. She’s wearing a bikini… but it’s not about the bikini.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Our introduction is friendly but cautious for both of us. For my part: character flaw. On her side: well, the obvious. We go through the common opening pleasantries… the inevitable “so… what do YOU want to do?” merry-go-round, until she gives up and decides. I prove that I’m not a credit risk by getting up and placing coloured paper on the counter. And she wiggles her way backwards until she’s rubbing up against me all naughty-like.
*beeeep beeeep beeeep beeep* indeed.
So, we’re off. And I can’t really explain why, but I’m like a hyperactive four year old whose been drinking Red Bull all afternoon before going to Chuck E Cheese for the very first time. I’m like: “lets do this!”… and “no, wait… let’s do that!”… and “whoa – no – that last thing… let’s do that again!”… and on and on….
And on.
Ms. Kristy is both accommodating and patient with me (a patience that I think I worked pretty hard at testing)… and she is an accomplished tickler. In fact, if it weren’t for a few poorly calculated “marble grabs” on her part (which serve as a very effective “reset” button), we might have been done in very short order.
But we got there. And it was FUN!
And then… boy, did I crash. But it’s a content, sleepy crash. Ms. Kristy talks to me while she is tidying up, while I’m curled up in the corner watching her, and it feels comfortable. I decided that I like Ms. Kristy, and that I’d like to see her again. Happy thumping, all!
