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Missing Motel Moments by haunted_by_bbm
haunted_by_bbm:
--- Quote from: mariez on February 16, 2007, 01:16:48 pm ---Yep, yep and yep! I look foward to some great reading this weekend!
Thanks,
Marie
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:) :) :)
haunted_by_bbm:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 16, 2007, 02:40:08 pm ---Okay, C*, so I was a bad girl and read Parts 2a and 2b at my desk during lunch! :o :o :o is all I can say! Those chapters were great....just wonderful, absolutely great.
Panting out a thanks to you...
L
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LOL Thanks so much, sweetie!
I love that icon with the big eyeballs! lol ;)
So glad I heated up your lunch for you...I understand it's pretty cold where you are. ;)
C*
MaineWriter:
I can't get enough of this (now I am re-reading!). I need to give you guys a quote, my highest compliment!
From Part 2B
“Mighty nice indeed,” Jack repeated, sighing deeply, accepting the bottle with a quiet ‘thank you’ as he drank deeply, completely ignoring his mental chastising of himself of the day before for drinking too much.
“Surely is,” Ennis repeated as well, letting his left hand come down to rest lightly on Jack’s right shoulder. Jack closed his eyes and sighed at the touch, letting his head lean just a little into it…not being able to decide for a moment what was more beautiful to him, the majestic scene in front of him, or the friend sitting beside him. Jack’s eyes remained closed as he contemplated this and leaned even closer into Ennis’ body…that in itself giving him his answer. Jack let his right hand ease up and around Ennis’ calf, holding him contentedly, finishing off his cigarette, while the sun completed its celebrated daily journey.
Ennis looked down at the dark-haired man sitting so comfortably beside him, and found he couldn’t define the feeling in his gut, couldn’t explain the reason why he had left the sheep early that day, and had even lied about it when asked. Couldn’t explain it…just wanted more…more time. Wanted another hour here or there…another few minutes wherever he could get them…didn’t want to ride back up to the sheep that night, although he knew he had to, and he knew he would. But that didn’t change the fact that he didn’t want to.
Ennis sighed deeply. Jack heard it and looked up, smiling, as Ennis capped the whiskey bottle and put out his cigarette.
L
haunted_by_bbm:
Thank you, Leslie. :)
All the feedback I've gotten this morning has been sooooo great! :D
C*
mariez:
C*,
When I finished reading I just sat for a few minutes really absorbing that beautiful experience.
"On their fourth day together. . . "
"On the fifth day,"
"On the sixth day,"
"..the morning of the seventh day,"
You've given us "The Creation of Jack and Ennis."
And then passages such as this:
The third time was a point unto itself, equally memorable, just as mind-numbingly intense, for Ennis entered Jack so needfully, moaning like a lonely wounded animal, a searching creature desperately trying to find his way home, and didn’t stop moaning the entire time he was thrusting steadily, hungrily, hopefully…all the while pleading with his bodily movements for Jack to provide the safe haven he craved, whether or not he’d ever learn to ask for it with words.
Wow.
You give us such exquisite details of their lovemaking - but not one single word is superfluous and through these beautiful words you give us the very essence of Jack, the very essence of Ennis, and the very essence of their love.
Well, I could go on and on - Ennis needing Jack to smile and Jack thinking that maybe God did like him . . .
That was some "bonus-dreaming"! And just like Jack, I'm thinking about that week ahead in Pine Creek - and just like Jack, I'm smiling!
Thanks so much, C*!
Marie
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