70 days of Sweat

So yesterday I reached 881 of my 858 goal. I figure 858 words for 70 days and I'll have my 60,000 words for the three novellas :) weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

So I reached 881 and then closed the story and added two pages to my vday story. I showed my sven story at the DoC so I'll show some of my vday story here. (No I'm not counting the writing toward Sven. It's just a story I wanna finish :)

“Do I look fat?” I turned, trying to see my reflection from every angle. When I bought this tiny bikini I’d been happy with my weight, but I’d put on a few pounds. I wasn’t sure if it was just me or if I was too fat to wear this in public.

“What?” Gabriel, my roommate and fashion savior called from the living room.

I took a deep breath for courage, and walked out into the living room. I struck my best sultry pose, put one hand on my hip and held the other out and pouted at Gabriel.

“What are you doing, Irene?”

“Do I look fat?” I dropped the runway model pose and straightened to my full six foot height. Gabriel was one of the few men I knew that was taller than me. I didn’t have to slouch when talking to him, and we looked great together when we went out with the gang.

“No. You have a luscious body.” He looked back down at his game of solitaire.

“Gabe.” I shook my head and sat on the arm of the sofa. I knew he was gay, but not that he’d be that desperate to look away from my body. “I do look fat, don’t I?”

“No. You have a nicely toned body. You’re a bit white though. You need to spend more time in the sun.”

I sighed and pushed his shoulder. “You know what I mean. You won’t even look at me now.”

“You’re practically naked.”

“So?” I nudged him again and laughed. “You’ve seen me parade around in my teddies, what’s more revealing about this?”

Gabriel moved away from me so I slipped between him and the arm of the sofa. “Spill it, loverboy.”

I loved watching his face flush when I called him that. Sometimes I’d do it just to watch his pretty face color. Gabriel was one fine specimen of man. He’d make some man really happy one day. What a shame for the rest of us ladies, though. If he weren’t gay, I’d have taken him for a test drive. Or two. Or three. Or a bazillion.

Michelle