All disclaimers still apply. I don't have one of those little dashes to put over the e's for Jose's name.
"I'm telling you Willow, the new editions of the Glynmore project are nothing compaired to the older versions. They claim they're making progress but they just keep explaining the same things in different words." Chris Cooper walked alon, venting his anger at the newest Glynmore video, a series explaining possibitlities of alternative demensions, to his best friend Willow Rosenberg.
"I don't know Chris, it seems like they've been making so much progress, I mean, they've just announced that swarm of creatures up in Alaska..."
"Oh that's hogwash, they just say that to make every-one think they're getting something accomplished."
"If that's the case, then why do you go out to buy the tapes, books, and cds the day they come out?" Willow smirked at Chris' angered expression. She agreed with him on the topic, but she did so enjoy playing devil's advocate.
"This is your stop." Chris motioned to Willow's large house. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
Willow nodded and walked up her long driveway.
"Willow is that you?" Her mother called from up the stairs.
Sheila walked down the stairs in a flowing gown, jushing her hair. "Your father and I are going to a promotional dinner for his new software, we'll be back late. Rosemary is making you a fabulous meal."
Willow nodded. Rosemary, their elder Latina nanny had been with the Rosenbergs for twenty-five years and had raised Willow, in all sixteen years of her life, as her own daughter.
Sheila kissed her daughter's cheek when the limo arrived, Ira would be waiting for her at the office.
Willow waved her mother off and entered the kitchen, Jose, Rosmary's eighteen-yearold son, was halfway under one of the many sinks. The kitchen had an icy feel because of all the metla counters. Three of four servants bustled around the kitchen, tiing and disgussing the next days meals.
"Hey Jose." Willow kneeled next to his legs.
"Ah, Willow, amiga!" Jose called from under the sink. "Can you pass me that wrench?"
Willow handed him the desired object and he thanked her. Willow and Jose had always had a sibling like relationship, Jose treated willow like she was his little sister rather than the daughter of his boss. Willow liked that.
Jose taught Willow how to drive, cook, and how to build things. In return Willow taught him advanced math and reading skills.
Rosemary called from the dining room, Willow's dinner was served.
When she was done, Willow thanked Rosemary and kissed her good night. In her room, her serving girl, Jenny, had lain out Willow's night wear.
As Willow stared at the ceiling, she wished that she wasn't the daughter of a software tycoon and a phycologyst. She wished that she was a normal girl without a personal servant and a house full of employees at her beck and call.
She slid her hand down her body and slowly massaged her clit, letting out a sigh filled with the days frustrations as she began to relax.
Does it rock, does it suck, do monkeys fling poo at my fic?
Thanks for reading all, I'll get to single responses soon, but even though I'm on vacation I still have work!
-Rei
"I am vindicated, I am selfish I am wrong, I am right I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along. And I am flawed but I am cleaning up so well, I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself so clear." -Dashboard Confessional
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love ya sis
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. I hope they eventually get along..and I like "When Worlds Collide"..reminds me of that Def Leppard song