…Fuzzy Thumper, and I’m a Hannaholic. It’s been 72 hours since my last Hanna.
So, there I was back at Legends for the third day in a row, and I’m greeted by the Stylish Hottie. It goes something like this...
Hottie: “Hi!”
Rabbit: “Umm… hey… yeah…”
Hottie: “Do you…”
Rabbit: “I need the good stuff…”
Hottie: “…have…”
Rabbit: “…you know, the Hanna…”
Hottie: “…an…”
Rabbit: “…c’mon, you GOTTA hook a bunny up…”
Hottie: “…appointment?”
Rabbit: “I WILL SUCK YOUR DI… oh, wait, yes - I DO have an appointment. Ms. Hanna, please.”
Hottie: “You were here the other day, weren’t you?”
Rabbit: “You’ll have to be more specific. I seem to have developed a little bit of a problem…”.
She takes me into a room that I’ve never seen before – it has a big Jacuzzi in it, but it is pretty similar to the other rooms. I clean and wait for my “fix”.
Hanna comes in, and even though you know inside she feels like she’s being served leftover kelp and liver pizza for the third straight day, she gives me a big smile and comes over to introduce herself (literally introduce herself… it was adorable and hilarious in that I've clearly become something of a stalker of this poor girl). This day, she’s wearing a shear light blue outfit and fruit themed undergarments, but both look better in a pile on the floor. I momentarily consider scooping up the undergarments, but that would be creepy, and I’ve got the “creepy” going in overdrive anyways. Besides, the treasures that they were holding were right there in front of me – that seemed like the better choice.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Hanna takes me over to the table, and starts to give me a massage while we chat, but this doesn’t last very long, ‘cause I’m tweaking by now. So she spins me over, and starts doing all the things she does best. Best. Best. Best.
Did I mention “best”?
From the first touch, I’m almost done, and I have to dig deep into the old bag of mind tricks to keep from “early surrender”. I’m thinking about baseball statistics. I’m thinking about kelp and liver pizza. I’m thinking about dead puppies. Anything to add a little extra longevity to play-time.
So, taking up the challenge, Ms. Hanna goes about giving me much more affection than I can handle… repeatedly… and by the end, I’m left completely broken on the side of the table… heart beating erratically (when it bothers to, that is), eyes burning from the sweat that had infiltrated them (then again, that might have been the pepper spray, too…), the muscles that could move were moving involuntarily… and my cognitive abilities… well, I’d been “scrambled” to the point that all I could do was sit there and giggle while staring at her.
I wish I were kidding about that last part.
I’m sure I was horrible company for her at this point – taking the “creepy” to new levels and all - but I have to say I was pretty happy, and she (once again) picked up the slack. I always seem to end up that way when I see Ms. Hanna.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
In any case, it’s Wednesday now, and I keep flipping back and forth to the Legends schedule, pseudo-torturing myself, and wondering if I’m strong enough to resist… wondering even more why I’m trying to resist. I like Ms. Hanna an awful lot.
I’m Fuzzy Thumper, and I’m a Hannaholic.
Happy thumping, all!
So, there I was back at Legends for the third day in a row, and I’m greeted by the Stylish Hottie. It goes something like this...
Hottie: “Hi!”
Rabbit: “Umm… hey… yeah…”
Hottie: “Do you…”
Rabbit: “I need the good stuff…”
Hottie: “…have…”
Rabbit: “…you know, the Hanna…”
Hottie: “…an…”
Rabbit: “…c’mon, you GOTTA hook a bunny up…”
Hottie: “…appointment?”
Rabbit: “I WILL SUCK YOUR DI… oh, wait, yes - I DO have an appointment. Ms. Hanna, please.”
Hottie: “You were here the other day, weren’t you?”
Rabbit: “You’ll have to be more specific. I seem to have developed a little bit of a problem…”.
She takes me into a room that I’ve never seen before – it has a big Jacuzzi in it, but it is pretty similar to the other rooms. I clean and wait for my “fix”.
Hanna comes in, and even though you know inside she feels like she’s being served leftover kelp and liver pizza for the third straight day, she gives me a big smile and comes over to introduce herself (literally introduce herself… it was adorable and hilarious in that I've clearly become something of a stalker of this poor girl). This day, she’s wearing a shear light blue outfit and fruit themed undergarments, but both look better in a pile on the floor. I momentarily consider scooping up the undergarments, but that would be creepy, and I’ve got the “creepy” going in overdrive anyways. Besides, the treasures that they were holding were right there in front of me – that seemed like the better choice.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Hanna takes me over to the table, and starts to give me a massage while we chat, but this doesn’t last very long, ‘cause I’m tweaking by now. So she spins me over, and starts doing all the things she does best. Best. Best. Best.
Did I mention “best”?
From the first touch, I’m almost done, and I have to dig deep into the old bag of mind tricks to keep from “early surrender”. I’m thinking about baseball statistics. I’m thinking about kelp and liver pizza. I’m thinking about dead puppies. Anything to add a little extra longevity to play-time.
So, taking up the challenge, Ms. Hanna goes about giving me much more affection than I can handle… repeatedly… and by the end, I’m left completely broken on the side of the table… heart beating erratically (when it bothers to, that is), eyes burning from the sweat that had infiltrated them (then again, that might have been the pepper spray, too…), the muscles that could move were moving involuntarily… and my cognitive abilities… well, I’d been “scrambled” to the point that all I could do was sit there and giggle while staring at her.
I wish I were kidding about that last part.
I’m sure I was horrible company for her at this point – taking the “creepy” to new levels and all - but I have to say I was pretty happy, and she (once again) picked up the slack. I always seem to end up that way when I see Ms. Hanna.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
In any case, it’s Wednesday now, and I keep flipping back and forth to the Legends schedule, pseudo-torturing myself, and wondering if I’m strong enough to resist… wondering even more why I’m trying to resist. I like Ms. Hanna an awful lot.
I’m Fuzzy Thumper, and I’m a Hannaholic.
Happy thumping, all!
