Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Congratulations Lola

Lola Monroe is very pregnant. Too bad I can't use any pregnancy pics for Janine :-(

Monday, December 24, 2012

Save The Link

I'll be closing the dot com at the beginning of 2013.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

What If - 25 Years Later - 4

| Days Later |

"Good news ..." Antonio began has he walked into her hospital room. He was about to keep going but noticed the breathing tube coming out of her mouth and eyes shut. It's how they make you look 'comfortable' before you die. He lingered around the doorway for a while watching her, then noticed the TV was on NBC. She must have been waiting to see Genevieve run in the Olympics. He went and turned the TV up a little more, then went to her bedside and covered her arms. Janine always complained about white people and how they're always hot when Black people are freezing to death. With that thought, he smirked, then took a seat in the chair next to her bed just to sit and watch TV as if she were awake and watching with him.

Antonio sat the entire day and was readying himself to spend the night. Why? Guilt. Once the Olympics went off for the night, he was forced to wonder if his son was right. Was he the reason his best friend was dying? The negligence, affairs, name-calling, and appalling behavior that he'd stressed her with, not to mention that children she'd reared almost alone, was something he would need to pay for one day and this was it. Regret. Regret at it's finest. As Antonio was about to lean back in his chair to attempt sleep, the doctor walked in, "tests came back clean ... We can schedule the transplant for tomorrow."

Relief washed over Antonio but not enough. The organs have to take. He only nodded, "my thanks to you. You will be compensated adequately."

The doctor smiled. The money Antonio was giving him to essentially wake the dead, was enough to retire him. "Goodnight Mr. Bovin."

He nodded, "Doctor," then closed his eyes.

| 10 Days Later |

Antonio came through for the first time in years. He delivered a compatible set of lungs that Janine was immediately transplanted with once necessary tests were run. After the initial surgery, she was placed in a coma with breathing tube and monitored in ICU for a few days before they found that her body was accepting. Out of her coma and breathing on her own, she was about to sneak out of her bed to go to the window, but got back in when she heard the door. Turning to the door, she smiled, "you're back."

Maddox walked into her room with an envelope, "hi..." he smirked.

"You have amazing timing ... Or you're nosey." Janine sat herself up.


Nodding, "actually yes." She waited until he walked in further, "I have 2 huge scars on my back."

"In pain?" He looked down at her and hugged her.

"I feel dead but slowly coming back around. It's essentially what happened after the coma so I shouldn't be surprised." She rubbed his back.

"Gotcha, yea i had to make sure i checked on you before my tour." He sat in a chair and placed an envelope he was holding on her lap.

She looked at the envelope and started to open it. "Please tell me they're front row tickets for my baby."

"Not yet, this is for you and the twins. I know they don't need me, but I need them. I would love to be a part of their lives."

"What is this? A letter?"

"Its investment money for them and an all expenses paid trip for you and 2 of your girlfriends to Spain ..."

"Thank you. I'll give it to them." She looked at the stuff, put it back in the envelope and on the stand next to get bed, "how long is the tour for?"

"Well this portion is for two months then I break for a week them off to south America."

Nodding, "traveling sounds fun. I may do a bit after my recovery ... See if I can bribe any of my kids into going with me."

He smiled, "I told Sasha I found you here."

"You're ex wife?" She took a deep breath, "the lifestyle of a superstar didn't work for her?"

"Nope. She hated it and cheated because I wasn’t home."

"I can't say i would go that route but i doubt i could handle that either. My husband never being home ... Been through that already ... I know how bad it is."

"yes, but she was foul and i always offered to fly her to where i was."

"Well i'm sorry ... For the divorce and abortion." She grinned, "I've seen a little you running around and it's funny."

"Oh yea? How so? Tell me about it.

"Big mouths on both of them. Lucky wasn’t concerned with looking good but Elle was. Lucky did, however, like to flaunt everything he had. Lucky was given his first pack of condoms as a gift, from me, when he was 13. He was embarrassed. I wanted him to be safe. Jiselle, at an early age, was a smart ass but the sweetest thing in the world. Whenever one of them got in trouble, they both went down trying to cover for the other ... They are fiercely protective of each other, even as adults." She paused, "and when they were babies ... God ..." Laughing, she pointed to a black photo album, "you can take that. Has pictures in it from babies up until college graduation."

"I would love that..."

"It's yours. You can take it when you get ready to go. So tell me what the world looks like right now," shaking her head, "I've been here for months and can't wait to get out. Wait, is your father still evil?"

"He’s still an asshole. He'll never change ... What have the twins said about me?"

"Absolutely nothing. Like you never showed up," she sighed, "to me at least. They've talked with AJ, though. They like that they look like you but don't know if getting to know you, at their age, is important."

"Man, if love to fly them out to Europe to hang out a little bit."

"I'll talk to them after we get back from London."

"you're going too London? For what? Just curious."

"Yes. In 2 days. Just in time to see Gigi run. 400 meters. They haven't even started the heats for the races yet so I'm in luck."

"Nice..." He paused, "I'm so proud of you. You did good."

She smiled, "thank you. I appreciate it. I should thank you also. Lucky is a hedge fund manager. I know he got that from you. Antonio's graduation present to him was hooking him up with his own business. He had a probationary period to see how he would handle it but things have been going well. It's grown quite a bit the last 2 years. Jiselle gets her talent from you. I was a dancer and the baby can't dance so," she laughed, "she plays piano for the New York Philharmonic and teaches classical piano at NYU. She definitely didn't get that from me," she smiled again.

"That's damn good to know, i have my own club chain as well, you know?"

She nodded, "I've been to the one in LA. During my affair-turned-boyfriend." Nodding again, "we went and it was really nice."

"you have a boyfriend now? Where's he been?"

"He's my ex now. Has been for the past year. We dated the last 2 years of my marriage and 3 after."

"Oh wow cheating on the ball and chain? Not like you Janine."

"True. I lasted longer than I expected considering all I dealt with during my marriage. It was ... Terrible. Really terrible," she paused, "Antonio was ... " Janine stopped again, searching for the correct choice of word, "horrible to me. But I tried to fix it. I tried when he wouldn't or didn't want to."

"How ironic..." He sighed, "Sorry that happened, and for everything I put you through. You're fantastic and i look forward to a friendship with you and the twins." He kissed her forehead and them looked at his watch. "I have to be going," he said a little sad.

"Stay safe. And it was good to see you."

"i will take care you..." He winked at her, waved and smiled as he walked out.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

My Christmas List

Hey there ladies ... What will YOU be asking Santa for this year?

As for me ...

     Dear Santa,
I never ask for anything so therefore I'm going to ask for a lot. Some of this may seem impossible to accomplish, but if you can get your fat ass down a chimney then maybe anything is possible after all. First, please send me Matthew Gray Gubler or someone who looks and speaks exactly as he does. He should know how to play chess and have patience enough to teach me. Second, I would like some Jason Momoa. Make sure that he is wearing eyeliner and looks really menacing. That turns me on. Third, a Samsung Galaxy S III. MetroPCS has it now and it's only $500. I'm sure you could make one at your workshop for free and send it to me. Fourth, I need for the TV show Scandal to not be on break. That show turns me into a crack addict so I really need to not wait until January to see any new episodes. Fifth, Ryan Lochte is pretty hot. I'll take him but I really don't need him to be talking about anything. So if you send a duplicate, it's fine if he's a mute. Sixth, I'll take Idris Elba. Nuff said. Seventh, a Kindle Paperwhite. My current gen1 Kindle is great but the battery life is dying out ... Plus, the Paperwhite has a light! That way, I can read while at the movies. Eight, a teacup pomeranian. They're so freaking cute! Plus, I don't think my honker of a cat would eat it. Ninth, 5 inch platform pumps that don't hurt and won't make me fall on my face. Santa, you know that it's not easy being hot when you're plus sized. Albeit, I'm not plus sized, but I'm not skinny either. I'm stuck in the middle. So with that said, being over 6 feet tall is my dream. Right now, I'm 5'10'' and looking to up the anty in the new year. Make it happen. Tenth, a Starbucks gift card. Duh!

     Thanks A Lot,

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Seconds of Pleasure

I was listening to an old favorite. The song is below. Listen while you read. I decided to do something short, sweet and very mushy. Lol. It just came to me while listening to this. Comments are welcome.


                He’d found his opening. Getting word through a mutual friend, she’d found a new place and was setting it up. Jeremiah hadn’t spoken to Janine in 6 months. He was ashamed, sorry and ready to grovel but decided to take his mothers advice. “Don’t talk. If you talk, it gives her a chance to turn you down … Whatever it is,” she told her son, “don’t talk. Just do. Women like actions more than words. Show her you’re sincere. Show her you’re sorry. Show her you messed up. Show her you love her.” So he was planning on doing just that. No movies to make. No contact with his agent. This was just about her. Now standing on the 20th floor of her apartment building, he passed a mover on his way out and caught a glimpse of Janine as she tipped the man and closed her apartment door. He walked up to the door and knocked. Janine pulled it open quickly, thinking the movers had returned for something but saw Jeremiah standing there. He said nothing, just stared her in the eye. Janine didn’t breathe. She didn’t move. Just looked. The one she’d been avoiding for months because she didn’t want to cry in front of him. Strengthening her resolve, she lifted her chin and took a breath, expecting to hear his bullshit. Jeremiah innocently looked at her from head to toe, then put one hand in the pocket of his khakis. The other dangled nervously by his side. The quiet stand off didn’t last much longer. Jeremiah put his head down a little, then looked inside her new apartment, then into her eyes, “let’s go for a drive.” Janine squinted a little, confused. ‘He dumped me 5 minutes before I was to walk down the aisle and now he’s here asking to take a drive? What?’ She thought to herself and then slightly rolled her eyes, ready to close the door. He spoke up, “you don’t have to say anything. Just come with me.” He made sure his voice was strong. He wanted her to know that he was sure about what he was not saying, was saying, and doing. Knowing how Janine had been keeping to herself since the almost-wedding, maybe the silence would be good. As long as she was silent with him. Janine turned her head slightly to look at her new place. She didn’t have anything lined up as she wasn’t ready to face the public. And now she was thinking about going. A deep loud sigh escaped her, then she slowly backed up, leaving the door open and started walking to her bedroom, “where are we driving to?” She asked as she walked away but Jeremiah didn’t enter the apartment to follow her. He hadn’t gotten an invitation and he was already pushing his luck. “I don’t know,” he answered. She stopped momentarily. The fact that he had no set destination gave Janine pause but not in a bad way. Jeremiah was a planner. So no plan meant unbridled spontaneity. And since he had no destination, Janine continued in her room and packed a large duffle bag. The only communication she packed was her cell phone and charger. With a quick text to her parents and closest friends, she picked up her purse, set the alarm on the apartment and gave Jeremiah her bag. They left.

                The two of them hit the road. Jeremiah drove his Lincoln Mark LT while Janine sat in the passenger seat. Leaned back with the window slightly down, she kept quiet as they drove to nowhere. When it was dark out, Jeremiah stopped in a major city at a hotel. He booked 1 room. Not a suite, just a plain room. He opted for the closeness of a standard room as opposed to a multi-room suite. Still saying nothing to each other, only reading each others body language, they relaxed themselves, then ordered up dinner. They ate in silence and messed around the room. He could tell Janine was trying to keep her hands busy to keep her mind off of him and what was happening. He knew she would abandon that soon enough. She had to come to grips with being with him after she vowed she would never again. And at that moment, Jeremiah realized that his mother was right. Her plan was working. The silence of the small hotel room allowed Janine thinking time. Yes, she’d had plenty while she was hold up at her parents house crying after the wedding, but this was different. She was forced to be in the confines of a small room with the one who’d changed her life in so many ways. Her mind had to be on him, her mind had to be conscious of how her body reacted to him being close but so far away. Every now and then, Janine would glance at him, then the bed, and walk towards it, sitting on the side with her back to him. She was freshly showered and dressed in a tank top and panties. She wouldn’t change what she slept in just because he was close by. He knew her. The paparazzi had documented everything. The Oscar winning movie star, Jeremiah Tanner, who was in love with the most famous famous person in the US, Janine The Princess. Every high and low they tried to hide would always come out and she knew this would be no different. It was only a matter of time before someone sees them together and Janine would have to pick her face up off of the ground all over again. First, he’d called off the wedding 5 minutes before it was to start … Only walking in her dressing room to tell her he was sorry. He didn’t have to say more than that. She knew what was going on … He wasn’t ready. He’d lied to her again about being ready. She left that church with the intent of never giving him another chance. Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she got under the covers and closed her eyes. Jeremiah showered, threw on some boxers and came to bed. He turned off the light and closed the curtain, then got in beside her. Careful not to touch her, he stared at her back until he fell asleep.

                3 weeks lost to aimless driving. Still with no destination, but stopping at random places, the tension had finally begun to ease. Janine no longer felt like she was carrying weight. She felt fresh and new. No frown in place, only a look of contentment. She still wasn’t sure how she felt but what Jeremiah was doing was working. She felt more open to him at that moment than she had even when they were engaged. He’s giving her space while wordlessly stating that he wanted her, wasn’t giving up, and would win this fight. Yea. He was winning. They were about a mile out of the California coast. It was early evening, right before sunset. Van Hunt’s Seconds Of Pleasure was playing in the car and he had his right hand gently massaging the back of Janine’s neck. Her eyes closed, then he stopped. Right after, she felt his hand graze over hers. Left hand on the steering wheel and right hand on top of her left, he slipped his fingers between hers. When their fingers were intertwined, Janine gave a small squeeze, physically saying it was ok to do. It felt good. Everything felt right. And even though things were perfect, she was scared. This was try number 3 for them … If she could call this a try. First, a pregnancy scare that sent Jeremiah running, then the non-wedding and now this. If they got back together this time, would it be doomed? A part of her didn’t think so. She’d never spent so much time not talking to her Love but knowing everything that was going on in his head. This was new. The connection was fresh. Stronger. The pull was almost erotic and they had yet to even kiss.

                The small beach front property was familiar to Janine. This was Jeremiah’s get away for them when they both had free time. He took the bags into the house. Janine followed slowly behind, taking in the beach during sunset. Jeremiah stuck his head out of the house, wanting her to come in first. She finally followed him inside where they both changed into bathing gear. Janine in a one-piece with the back out and Jeremiah in a simple pair of board shorts. Janine walked out first, taking her hair down to let the wind do what it wanted with it. Slowly, she stepped through the sand, loving the feel. Although she was a New York girl, a little sun, sand and warmth couldn’t hurt. Stopping at the shore line, she watched the remained of the sun set. Jeremiah came up behind her, standing close. His shorts rode low on his waist, exposing the V from his abs to the inside of his shorts. His chest brushed up against Janine’s back, then both hands circled her waist, gently pulling her to him to close the already small distance. Janine sighed outwardly and leaned her head back on his chest. They stood until the sun finished setting. Jeremiah kissed the top of Janine’s head, then gently turned her around. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly despite the waves roaring behind them. Janine didn’t look at him. She slightly shook her head and turned it away from him. With his hand, he gently turned her face to look at him. Her eyes were glistening. Damn, he didn’t want her to cry, not after their quiet reconciliation. “I was stupid. I thought I wasn’t ready. I was miserable every day after that. Everything I did to you …” He put his forehead to hers, “I was a fucking idiot, Janine. I’m so sorry. You don’t have to forgive me now, don’t have to take me back now … Just don’t put that distance between us again.”

                It was over. Janine conceded. She nodded and they hugged, holding each other for an indiscriminate amount of time. Going back into the beach house, they took separate showers and then came together in the kitchen. Together they cooked. Well … Janine cooked while Jeremiah pretended to cook. She had a smile in her eyes and Jeremiah a smile on his face. After dinner was eaten and the small kitchen was cleaned, they went to bed. The bedroom was equally as small and that was fine by their standards. They wanted the closeness. The king sized bed took up a nice portion of the room, the large window took up an entire wall, while a floor length mirror and small dresser adorned the rest of the room. Simplicity. Whenever they visited, Janine liked sleeping with the curtain open. That night was no different. She laid on the side closest to the window wearing one of Jeremiah’s button downs and boy cut panties underneath. Jeremiah wore his standard boxers, but pulled Janine close to him just like when they were on the beach earlier. She moved willingly. Spooning. She always loved how her body would tuck itself into his. Looking out, Janine felt Jeremiah’s hand rubbing along her arm, then a kiss on her shoulder. Gently and slowly, he reached around and unbuttoned one of the top buttons of the shirt she was wearing … Just enough to expose her shoulder. Kissing her bare shoulder, he let it linger to see if she would protest. When she didn’t, he moved it upward to her neck, and finally her ear. Janine’s breathing changed and her eyes closed. She was ready. It was always that easy for those two. She laid herself on her back as Jeremiah moved to get on top of her. Leaning down, he kissed her. Soft. Sweet. Passionate. Meaningful. Now removing Janine’s panties, he dropped them on side of the bed and unbuttoned the shirt as he attached his lips to her neck. With the shirt open, he slipped out of his own boxers, then into Janine.

                The two tangled that night. Neither had been satisfied since the last time they were together. When satisfaction and contentment registered, sleep took over.

                Morning. A slow sunrise. Janine was always the first to respond to the sunrise while at the beach house. Her eyes opened and she momentarily shielded them with her left hand, only to notice a familiar ring. As Janine slept that night after their reunion, Jeremiah went to his luggage and got out the engagement ring she’d previously worn. She picked it out. She loved it. There was no need to get a new one. Accompanying the engagement ring was the wedding band she was to wear. Turning her head, she looked at Jeremiah’s left hand and there was the mate on his finger. She thought about waking him up to ask about it but there was no point. Again, she conceded, but this time, she knew she had him and he had her.

VS Fashion Show

SO I found quite a few interesting gorgeous girls walking during the show but one caught my attention.


In the far left in this picture. This girl is absolutely stunning in this dark blue and leaves. Shanina Shaik. She's exactly Gigi's face. Gigi is just a tinge darker but this girl's face is perfect. Gorgeous ... Right?


Below is one of my favorite outfits of the night. I don't know why, but I thought this was so cute. Unfortunately, her name wasn't given. I also feel as though she has the most innocent smile/face of all the models. Cute as hell.


Most beautiful smile of the night ... Sharam Diniz


Best moves go to Jordan Dunn for her robot moves.


Second favorite outfit ... Alessandra.


Third favorite outfit (cause of the wings) ... Miranda.


Candice Swanepoel's body is killer. Watch her walking straight on and her hips are like POW!


My overall favorite model from last night ... Shanina Shaik.