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Friday, August 1, 2014

The Florist

Hi, everyone!
I'm back again this week, and since I finished writing, "Ransome My Love,"
my work in progress is from a short story I'm doing
about a florist who maintains discipline in his shop in a most creative manner.

He grabbed the stripped roses by the head, about half a dozen of them.

“Bend over,” he told me.  “Pull your jeans and underwear down and bend over.”

“No, please.”

“Do it, or I’ll make it worse for you.”

So I did as I was told and took down my pants, and then I bent over the rough wooden counter.  Suddenly, I felt the rose stems land across my buttocks like a bunch of switches.

“Oh, God.”

“Yes.  Maybe you’ll think about this next time you decide to come in late.”

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  1. Wow! I've never heard roses being used that way! Great job Angie!

  2. Roses huh... That's a new one. Glad they were stripped :)~

  3. I can picture this scene perfectly. Did she know that her boss is that strict?

  4. Ouch! I guess at least they didn't have thorns. Nice snippet Angela :)

  5. Very unique Angie, I really like this.


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