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Date Posted: 14:07:46 06/04/02 Tue
(15:21:19)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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Tancreds Landing
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: stretching as she steps out of her Master's cabin a soft sigh spilling from slightly parted lips as she peers about, quiet feet carry her to the serving cabin, washing delicate hands she plucks a basket from the peg ,nestling the handle over the crook of her arm, she ponders supper for this eve, thinking a nice savory bosk stew, fresh sa-tarana bread, she ponders a fresh crips katch salad as she wanders into the cold room on silent feet gasping as chilled air races out to tuant heated slave flesh, teaking her nipples mercilessly as she whimpers, she collects carrots, onions, golden suls, tosing in a couple handfuls of gorean peas to shell, she nestles a large bosk roast on top of it all rertracing ehr steps back to the serving cabin, she places the food laden basket upon the counter
(15:25:34)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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~*~His Everywhere~*~
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: hums softly as she works, she crouches supple legs tightening as she lowers, peering beneath the counters, she tugs a large kettle from it's place, hefting it to the countertop, she takes a soft rep cloth to it, wiping away any dust that might have settled as it sat tho none is visible to the naked eye, placing the roast into the bottom of the kettle, she carries the heavy kettle to the cooking fires, placing it onto a spit, she carefully ladles steaming water from antoher kettle until the meat is covered well, lowering the spit closer t the fire, she spins returning to the counter
(15:30:02)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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~*~His Everywhere~*~
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Tancreds Landing
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: wishing desperately it were Wednesday, with a soft whimper she turns to prepare the vegtables, dragging the basket across the counter she gently removes each of the veggies within the basket, washing each in turn thouroughly, she settles the dripping suls and carrots on a soft rep cloth, hums softly a light tune tumbling from her lips belying the wild strom of emotions ravaging her lush body and her mind, she wiipes the bowl inside and out
(15:33:37)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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~*~His Everywhere~*~
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: shudders hunger gnawing at her belly as she plucks one of the peas from the basket, she breaks off the end sliding a nail between the sides of the pod, the tiny flavorful peas spilling into the bowl with a little tings, rapidly she shells all the peas, turning to the onions, she wrinkles her nose praying they are not like Earth onions that make her cry, she spins away even procrastinating that dreaded chore, she races to the cooking fires
(15:36:07)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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~*~His Everywhere~*~
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Tancreds Landing
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: nearing the cooking fires, she hears the sizzling of meat, the aromo of cooking bosk wafting to fill her senses, she draws her tongue across the full softness of her lower lip in anticipation, peeking into the kettle she whimpers softly as she sees the frying of the meat, knowing that that will make a deliious gravy, she again ladles water slowly over the meat until it is covered, silent feet padding her back to the cabin
(15:39:47)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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~*~His Everywhere~*~
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Tancreds Landing
GorChat
: sighs softly findingthe sorp shell, she slices through the top of the tiny pearl of the onion, gently deliciate fingers peal the skin away, laying it to the side, she carefully prepares each small onion, dropping it into the kettle with the peas, the back on one hand swiping at the tears on her cheeks, she bends her head to her task, long dark hair tumbling across her face to partially conceal her featurers, swiftly with eagere fingers she finishes the onions
(15:44:59)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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~*~His Everywhere~*~
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Tancreds Landing
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: lifting a sul from the counter, she peels the skin from it slowly taking great care not to cut away the fleshy root of the vegetable with the skin, cutting the root into bite size chunks each chunk drops into the kettle tumbling about the peas and onions that are formng a small pyramid in the bottom of the kettle, she turns gliding silently back to the cooking fires, again checking on the roast, she hears the familiar sizzle of the meat, inhaling deeply, she turns the meat, then fills the kettle with water again
(15:49:39)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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~*~His Everywhere~*~
Masters trained pleasure slut
Tancreds Landing
GorChat
: hums softly her thoughts turning to her Master as she returns to the cabin, a soft almost inaudible whimper escapes her throat as she shudders visibly her heart racing at the thought of he that owns her, tremblig fingers clasp the sorp shell, a carrot dangling within her fingers, forgotten for an ehn as images of him flash through her mind, with a low gutteral growl, she shakes her head sending her thick mane flying about enflamed slave flesh, clearing her rhead, she begins to scrape the outside of the carrot, each in turn finding itself under the merciless edge of the shell, slicing the carrots into bite size pieces, she scopps up hanfulls of carrots tossing them into the kettle
(15:56:15)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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~*~His Everywhere~*~
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Tancreds Landing
GorChat
: hefting the kettle from the counter, she grabs the platter, stepping to the cooking fires with a slow easy stride, she places the kettle near her, taking the metal prongs she carefully lifts the browned sizzling roast of bosk from the kettle, putting it carefully on the tray, she carries the tray back tothe counter, leaviing it there to cool while she starts the vegatables, retracing her stepsa bag of sa-tarna flour beneath her arm, she adds water to the kettle, nestling it onto the fire, to cook, adding flour to the bottle of the meat kettle, she stirs the grease and juices of the browned bosk meat together, adding more flour, she carefully makes the base for the savory gravy, ladling water into the kettle as she stirs slowly, watching the concoction in the kettle turn a rich brown, she leaves it to cook with the veggies, returning to the cabin on swift feet
(16:04:25)
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mesha{TL^WE/LK}
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Tancreds Landing
GorChat
: delicate fingertip reaches out to test the heat of the bosk roast, sighing softly, she begins to rip into the meat laying the succulent pieces of juicy flesh onto the platter, the meat nearly falling apart in her gentle fingers, the pile of meat growing into a heaping tastey mound, she smiles as she again lifts the platter, walking to the cooking fires slowly, she stirs the meat into the gravy, carefully dropping the cooked veggies into the large kettle, dropping a lid in place, she lifts the kettle higher on the spit so that the meat, veggies and gravy may simmer melding thier flavors into a rich thick bosk stew, turning she gathers the empty kettle she used to cook the vegetables, tossing out theh water, she gathers the platter and prongs, returning to the cabin, she washes each dish, drying it she places it back into it's proper spot, cleaning off the counter, she tosses the scrapings of the meat and veggies into the sleen bucket, washing off the counters, she returns to the cooking fires resisting the urge to peek into the kettle, she grabs the sack of sa-tarna flour, carrying it swifitly to it's proper place in the serving cabin
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