Oh, still no smut, but all in all, a welcome reprieve from the craziness she's displayed in recent weeks!
Unfortunately, I am resistant to change (or maybe I'm just plain disobedient) - I could not get my entry down to the 100 word limit...and I'm not one bit sorry for it.
Okay, maybe I'm a wee bit sorry...but I'm not changing a single word!
George was desperately trying to line up a date for New Year's Eve. Ah, Danielle Forrester! We had been Prom King and Queen in 2006 – right before we broke up.
Yes! I'll give Danielle a call. Mom said that she had moved back in with her folks to recover from some cosmetic surgery. Wow, I wonder if she got that nose fixed. What a honker!
Danielle answered on the second ring.
"Hello, Danielle? This is George. Merry Christmas! How have you been?"
"Hello, George." Danielle's voice sounded huskier - George hoped she didn't have a cold. "Why are you calling me?"
Hearing the curt tone in her voice, George said, “Come on, Danielle, it doesn't have to be that way. I was hoping we could get together over the holidays."
"No, George. I can't. And, George? I'm Daniel now."
George dropped the phone with a clunk.