Okay, now I’m starting to get excited. I decided to dabble in a series, and this is the first
Okay, now I’m starting to get excited. I decided to dabble in a series, and this is the first of five parts. Not only do I love the story I told in this series, but it’s where I hit on the style that I started using afterwards. Heavily inspired by @femmified. I start using the same general font in my caps, with nice clear borders around it. The same style as my first post here, actually, my Season’s Greetings post. I may experiment with different styles down the road, but I like this style and will probably use it fairly consistently.Transcript after the break.[Transcript]Honeymoon Phase (Part I)I had it all. A good job. Money. Nice house and car. I never had problems with the ladies. It always seemed like I could do no wrong, you know?Well, one of my “dalliances” didn’t quite go the way I thought it would. She was this cute little waitress. Well, not that little. She was big where it counted. And I don’t mean her heart, or her wallet, either.She was actually kind of fun to be around. I didn’t walk away after the first night like I always do. Big mistake. See, after a few months, she told me she was pregnant.I liked her. I thought, hell, maybe I can try starting a family. I figured as long as she signed a pre-nup, my ass would be covered. So we flew to Vegas and went ahead with it. Celebrated all night long.And I woke up like this. I have no idea where my wife went or what happened to me last night, but thanks to that conveniently placed mirror I can get a good enough idea.This is our hotel room, so I guess my darling wife is the one who dressed me up, made me over, and left me bound and gagged on this rug. The only question is, why?Crap. I hear footsteps. The door’s opening. What the hell do I do now? -- source link