Lillian was a flapper, though she was married with three kids. She wore her hair in a bob, short skirts and rolled her stockings, all which was very typical of the 1920’s woman. Lillian was also very unhappy in her marriage, she longed for something more. Her husband was a flat tire pushover so she basically controlled him. One of the things she told her husband to do was take care of the children while she did what was hotsy-totsy to her. She was also a gatecacher. She would wonder form party to party becoming more spifficated throughout the night. One night in particular she saw an old friend she used to have a crush on. Having had one to many giggle waters, Lillian was acting very goofy and was making a complete fool of herself.
“IT’S PARTY TIME!” She screamed out sluggishly. Nobody paid her any attention as she hopped onto the bar and started to jerkily move her body. After a minuet or so she got down and asked for another drink. The barman gave it to her without any hesitation. She drank sloppily and the drink poured down her shirt.
“Applesauce!” She mumbled to her self getting up to go to the restroom and clean herself up.
She dropped her purse and as she bent down to pick it up she heard a man give a great belly laugh. Not looking up all the way all she saw was a two beautiful gam’s and a pair of mens legs. When she finally looked all the way up her heart almost stopped. She was looking in to the eyes of her old flame, James Grey.
This seemed to sober her up because she started trying to pull herself together.
“James…how swell to see you!”
She smiled and eyed the girl she thought to be a gold digger. The girl was very keen, but resembled a hoofer in Lillian’s opinion.
“You to Lillian how have you been? How is everything going?”
“Everything’s Jake…you know…my husband’s like the big cheese at his job so that’s good.”
“Really? So I’m guessing he this hard boiled buff guy isn’t he?”
Lillian laughed.
“No, to be truthful he really the opposite.”
The girl on James arm laughed.
“I wasn’t talking to you, you dumb dora!”
The girl was taken aback.
“Why you-”
But the girl was cut short because Lillian upchucked everything she had, had that day onto the girl who screamed loudly. Everybody turned and looked.
“YOU ARE SUCH A SCREWY GIRL!”
With that she turned and left the party. James did not follow. He helped Lillian get her things together and they left the part together.
“Thanks for the help” she said giving him a kiss on hiss smeller as he picked her up and carried her into his apartment.
That night they did what grown people do when their hormones get to raging. This continued for a while and they began to think of ways to get rind of Bob, Lillian’s husband.
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Lillian was a flapper, though she was married with three kids. She wore her hair in a bob, short skirts and rolled her stockings, all which was very typical of the 1920’s woman. Lillian was also very unhappy in her marriage, she longed for something more. Her husband was a flat tire pushover so she basically controlled him. One of the things she told her husband to do was take care of the children while she did what was hotsy-totsy to her. She was also a gatecacher. She would wonder form party to party becoming more spifficated throughout the night. One night in particular she saw an old friend she used to have a crush on. Having had one to many giggle waters, Lillian was acting very goofy and was making a complete fool of herself.
“IT’S PARTY TIME!” She screamed out sluggishly. Nobody paid her any attention as she hopped onto the bar and started to jerkily move her body. After a minuet or so she got down and asked for another drink. The barman gave it to her without any hesitation. She drank sloppily and the drink poured down her shirt.
“Applesauce!” She mumbled to her self getting up to go to the restroom and clean herself up.
She dropped her purse and as she bent down to pick it up she heard a man give a great belly laugh. Not looking up all the way all she saw was a two beautiful gam’s and a pair of mens legs. When she finally looked all the way up her heart almost stopped. She was looking in to the eyes of her old flame, James Grey.
This seemed to sober her up because she started trying to pull herself together.
“James…how swell to see you!”
She smiled and eyed the girl she thought to be a gold digger. The girl was very keen, but resembled a hoofer in Lillian’s opinion.
“You to Lillian how have you been? How is everything going?”
“Everything’s Jake…you know…my husband’s like the big cheese at his job so that’s good.”
“Really? So I’m guessing he this hard boiled buff guy isn’t he?”
Lillian laughed.
“No, to be truthful he really the opposite.”
The girl on James arm laughed.
“I wasn’t talking to you, you dumb dora!”
The girl was taken aback.
“Why you-”
But the girl was cut short because Lillian upchucked everything she had, had that day onto the girl who screamed loudly. Everybody turned and looked.
“YOU ARE SUCH A SCREWY GIRL!”
With that she turned and left the party. James did not follow. He helped Lillian get her things together and they left the part together.
“Thanks for the help” she said giving him a kiss on hiss smeller as he picked her up and carried her into his apartment.
That night they did what grown people do when their hormones get to raging. This continued for a while and they began to think of ways to get rind of Bob, Lillian’s husband.
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