Flix Trix and . . .

fictoria woke up at the fireplace head.

"everybody left the party?" she woke up, pressing her thin hand against her swollen head.  "that was a tumble."

the doors were closed and it was still light out, so she picked herself up towards the window and climbed out.  she wiggled down the garden pathway, plucking a dandilion from the garden and sliding it into her hair by her right ear. the garden gnome smiled in approval and she skittered away.

she enjoyed herself on these walks - nature was on her side and the sun was up enough to get her to her next dest. just over the horizon, to see a lady about a job.

it wasn't everyday that meranda was working in the country.  she had stayed for the weekend and was twiddling the bits that normal people twiddle waiting on her next caller.  she pulled her coffee cup out of the purse by the couch and tossed some loose change she had into the bottom.  jingle.  the door chimed.

"freed!"

"you're back, flix!"

"meranda, you wouldn't believe the evening, but I'm here -- how's about a cup of coffee?"

"here", freedom tossed change at her feet and took a faux sup out the mug.

oh this is a change, flix scurried down and stashed some british sterling in her blouse.  ooooh!

merandas dry grin wriled back a flash and she gently placed the coffee cup onto a nearby table and picked up her purse.

"smile"

. . .

a few moments later, but not so short a moment that things had not been making progress, a wrap at the door, it was a present and present Q.  he was suited up for something special, and so meranda cracked the door just enough for the light to hit flix on the bosom and let him in.  "shhhh" she said

"it would have to be"

"eeeee"

in a flash bulb moment, cameras came rolling off bodies and the filming began.  all was triple shot, slow mo, fast mo, in between all the mo's, flash photography and as arms and wrists twisted around each other, and all the images clicked, as did this trist of summer, meranda stood up. "oh mine's waterproof."  she smiled.

the mechanics of what was happening was marveled by the upturned open smiles of the two of them, as freedom reported on the events of the day.

Did you guys eat yet?  I did.. it was pasta with prosecco.   it really was delicious - the chef told me the recipe so I could make it myself.

"oh?" flix began to squirm.  "we should have a dinner party then!  All three of us, just pasta and prosecco again."

oh delightful, freedom hiked her stockings a bit just to show off.

It'll be a Q & A session then, Q grinned.

A? Ok. Freedom WAS her middle name.. Flix grasped his locked open jaw and gave him an open mouthed kiss.  "let freedom reign."

you're cute, meranda turned her head and down to flix on the floor, and bent her knees slightly and wiggled just a bit.  you're next.

. . . time passed and so did the two girls, into the next room to talk shop, while Q recovered the cameras and began to piece the shots together.  he would munge them through to iMovie and get them out the door quicker than well, a pasta dinner on an autumn night like tonight.  he could hear the girls talking about their next shoot and was getting excited to have enough time to prep.  well suited, as it were.  a simple game of cards, with a twist.

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