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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 6:43 pm
She was really by this point beyond words. Her face was having a hard time trying to support her ever widening smile, so she caved to just stare in amazement for a few moments. It wasn’t particularly that she never got gifts, quite the contrary; but gifts for Maxem were usually more in the form of money so that she could spend it on her own little whims. Never something that required her parents to think about what Maxem might actually want.
With a big sigh of contentment, Maxem was composed again.
“Oh, Grete. Really. Thank you.”
Having sisters must really be a great thing. They are close enough in age to understand what you think, yet still they have to love you unconditionally just like with parents. It was the type of thing that everyone should have, Maxem decided. If she were ever to have a child, she would make sure to have another one, just so that the first one could experience the bliss that she was right now.
It wasn’t even because the corset was so expensive: it was the amount of thought that had gone into getting it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 8:41 pm
As Maxem thought about how great having sisters was, Grete thought about what a better sister Maxem was than her biological sister. Fran was spoiled, selfish, and disliked Grete with a passion. She probably got it from their parents. Which one, Grete couldn't decide. Maybe it had been both. Either way, Fran only wished to show Grete what a better life she had, and Grete had immediately cut off all relations to her once she moved away from home.
Sighing and shaking her head, Grete decided that she probably shouldn't think about that. She should focus on her present company. Finishing her glass of water, Grete stood up and walked over to her cabinets, then set it down gently.
"It's no problem," Grete said, smiling. She figured at this point, she might as well do exactly what close sisters would do. Gossip, giggle and do other such girly things. She walked back over to the couch, and sat down next to Maxem excitedly. She sat with her thin legs crossed in front of her, but she faced Maxem.
"So, tell me. How've you been doing? It's been a little while since we've talked. Met anyone new?" Raising her eyebrows and giving Maxem a naughty smirk, she added, "Fancy anyone?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 11:33 pm
“Mmmm. Well, I’ve met a few people. Some I dislike, some I fancyy~” She drawled out the word as she stretched her hands to her knees in a demure pose. “But you know me; I’ll always fancy someone but never choose any one person. Seems a curse, but really it does me no harm.”
“There’s someone I met though… He seems so… What is the word? Robust? No… Well, he’s quite charming, to say the least. A true man. His eyebrows are entertaining, really. “ She laughed at this, picturing Dieter in her mind quite vividly, as she had only just met him.
“OH! Oh yes. He said he knew you. Something about a red nighty. Have you been off running around in pajamas, or is there something I ought to know? Hmmm?” With that she began to playfully elbow her ‘sister’, grinning like a wild woman and quite ready to burst into a tickle fight if the need aroused (Of course, simply to get Grete to admit if she had a crush! Nothing like good old immature fun!)
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 3:43 pm
Oh Lord. The nightie incident. Grete could imagine all of the things that Maxem could believe what happened then. Laughing and rolling her eyes, Grete realized the need to explain exactly what happened. She shook waved her hand slightly, and smiled at Maxem.
"Dieter?" Laughing once more, Grete added, "I'm not exactly sure what the word is that could describe him. Anyway, I had just done some laundry, and I dropped everything everywhere."
She paused for an instant. Grete had toyed with the idea of pulling a prank on Maxem, and saying that Dieter had been an old boyfriend of hers at one point. Not sure whether or not Maxem would figure out that she was joking, she decided against this. Grete didn't want Maxem believing anything that wasn't true, after all.
"So, then, I go to pick everything thing up, and he helps me, too. I had this small, lacy red nightie. Once he saw it, he just stopped. Then, he picked it up and, eventually, gave it back to me. Not without commenting, though. I was flattered, to be perfectly honest. In an odd sort of way. He seemed to be very," Grete frowned, and decided to copy Maxem with a smile, "What's the word?"
Grete ran a hand through her hair, and smiled widely at Maxem.
"You seem very vague with your answer on fancying someone, you know," she said with a wink.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 12:19 am
“It’s not vulgar… But it’s close. Masculine… But not rough. Very strange man, if I do say so meself.”
She too smiled widely; Talking about people who were not yourself was a rather fun thing to do, and particularly fun when you got interesting stories about lace undergarments to go with it.
“See now…”
It took a moment of quick thinking before Maxem bit her cheek and thought rather slowly about how she was going to answer that.
“Well, yes. It’s very vague, isn’t it? Well, you’ll think very lowly of me… But just about every man I meet, I fancy at first!”
Letting that fact sink in and expecting a horrified gasp and maybe a slap from Grete, Maxem continued on cautiously.
“And I’ve done a good deal of thinking about why that is… And I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s my imagination. See, I see a man, and I think ‘Gee, how great of a husband could he be?’ and rather than rationally thinking of both the good and bad traits… Well, I only seem to see the good. And then I take those good traits and blow them up until I think each man in front of me is somehow like a god.”
She nibbled on her lip a bit anxiously, waiting for Grete to scold her.
“But uhm… Well, you know, they say admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 7:41 pm
Grete studied Maxem for a moment. Huh. She hadn't really expected that answer. Shrugging, she propped her feet up on the coffee table in front of her.
"To be perfectly honest as well," she began, "I'm more-or-less the same way. Only, I always..." She stopped for a moment, trying to think exactly what she did, and how to explain it. It wasn't something that Grete spent a long time thinking about, much less telling to another.
"I guess I sort of bait men. If that makes sense. If they seem to be fond of me in any fashion, then I get really flirty. B-but, that isn't exactly a smart thing to do," Grete quickly added. She really didn't want Maxem to pick up on this habit of hers, "It's... well, it has gotten me into more than a few relationships that I wish I hadn't had."
Taking a moment to reflect, Grete played with the hem of her dress, and glanced back up at Maxem.
"I suppose if it stems from your imagination, for me, it comes from loneliness. That and a desperate need to be loved and important to someone."
Flashing Maxem a smile, she realized that, perhaps, they had more in common than she thought.
"So, your secret's safe with me. Just as long as you don't do anything stupid. Like, uhm... being with an engaged man. Or a married man. Or multiple men. I might just have to smack you for that," Suddenly laughing, Grete shook her head, "Though, I suppose I'd be somewhat of a hypocrite. There was one time when I was seeing two men at once. And another time when I was with this one man who 'forgot' to tell me that he was married. That was particularly entertaining," She said sarcastically.
"Right. Well, you say that you fancy all of the men - but I bet many of them fancy you!" Grete exclaimed, beaming and pointing at Maxem, "What man wouldn't?"
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