The dark oak walls were lined with stuffed animals heads and stuffier ancestral portraits. I giggled nervously as naughty thoughts of mounted Lords filled my mind. My mirth was doused by the stern glare I received from Mrs. Cleanknockers. “This is the Gun Room Ruby,” said icily, “where you will be trained and chastised.” We passed by the locked door. There was no sign that stated ‘Abandon all hope’ but it was implied in her tone. She knocked on m’lord’s office and we entered. “Ruby sir.” I curtsied and when prodded, approached the desk. “You’ve been willful I understand. Excellent!”
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Oh that heady mix of fear and anticipation!
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The pulse races and random thoughts flicker. 🙂 I have to admit I am really enjoying writing 100-words at a time. You may take all the credit.
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You are helping me to work on my patience too so it is a mutually beneficial project 😊
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You? Impatient? Inconceivable!
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Lmao. It’s that obvious?
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But I have a Golden Ticket! I wanna a spanking and I want it now! *missy stamps her foot*
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Mounted Lords? Well, there’s a variation on “ten lords a leaping” if ever I came across one! 🙂
Can’t wait to find out what happens in the Gun Room. Does something go bang in there, perchance…? Or is it like all gun rooms that I know of – that’s where the weapon gets a thorough rub down?
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Ruby is filled w/ snark. Her problem is that she ‘leaps’ before she thinks.
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I have no doubt that she’ll be brought down a peg or two. She’ll be too sore to leap… 😉
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Good line… stuffed animals and stuffier portraits.
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Ruby is very much a snarky girl.
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