It's pretty bad (or very good writing) when I'm as interested in the antics of the cherubs as in their mission!

Wonderful, Jill!

Jill, I'm loving these cherubs!! Myles and the cushion - priceless!! Bobby and Tara and Levi - what a hoot!!!

I'm having a wonderful time - too bad Jack and Sue aren't!! But that should change now, right???

Joy

Jill what would I do without my dose of medicinal laughter from you?! You are simply amazing!

kav

I was just , and then you had to add the Betty Crocker ... it just sent me over the edge

Who knew we would need to add ace bandage to our supply list for reading to wrap bruised ribs from all out laughter?

That was hilarious!!! What a great line!!! Jill, this continues to be so fun!

Am LOVIN' this story, Jill! And, yeah, some of these cherubs sound familiar....wonder why? :whistle: Can't wait to find out what arrow is still missing and where it went.

Yeah, I missed that last post as I was posting. So it makes for a great pick me up today. And great lines there too! I'll bet the Pammie cherub could show Betty a thing or three. She could. *nods*

Jill, this is absolutly brilliant...I laughed so hard!

so true bell!!!

“Randall Pitts!” Lucy circled the desk a second time, shielding herself with a flimsy folder in an attempt to keep the crazed office manager at bay. “What has gotten into you?” Every time she made a lunge for the door, he managed to block her path, sending her scurrying back around his desk.

“It’s you, Miss Dotson. You’re the paperclip that holds my requisitions together, the CWR3 to my CWR4...the..”

“Enough!” Putting all her might behind it, Lucy shoved the leather office chair in his direction and bolted for the brass handle that would set her free. Fumbling with the knob, she barely had the door open when two hands slammed it shut, one on each side of her head.

“Don’t go! I want you! I need you! I...”

“Don’t you dare say it!” Lucy seethed, staring straight into Randy’s face. Her hand reached behind her twisting the doorknob.

“That won’t work, my precious,” he crooned, leaning closer to her face. “The door opens the other way.”

“Then I suggest you move or you’re going to be singing about an octave higher,” she hissed, narrowing her eyes.


“Pity to waste such an important arrow on him...especially when it only leaves one for our favorite couple.” Grace lined up the shot, grateful that Mr. Pitts had finally stopped running in circles.

“Vite, Grace!!! Get him, now, before she does something!”

If only I hadn’t dropped out of archery last semester! Taking a deep breath, the chestnut haired cherub took careful aim and released the violet arrow. It wobbled, but the force was enough to send it deep into the derrière of the Pitt of Lust.

“Miss Dotson, I assure you, I have nothing but the highest respect for your hot, sexy body that I can’t wait to admire from afar because a man in my position would never dare let you out the door without ravaging...”

“I think the arrows are at war with each other!” gasped Marene, trying to follow the hodgepodge of words spewing from the mouth of the mortal, still bracing his hands against the door.

Grace blew her bangs out of her eyes and shook her head. “Can’t use the last Arrow of Respect on him. It’ll just have to do. Let’s give it a few more minutes. Care for a chocolate?” She reached into her quiver and pulled out a couple of truffles.

“Merci,” the curly haired cherub replied, popping the delicious confection into her mouth. “Oh look! He’s coming to his senses.”

Randall Pitts shook his head, mortified at the position he found himself in. “Miss Dotson, I am so deeply...What is it that you are doing in here?” He stood and straightened his tie, eyeing her suspiciously. “I’ll have you know that, despite how lovely you are, a relationship between us would never work. I’ll ask you to take your leave, now.” Lucy’s mouth dropped open and quickly shut, then repeated the action. “Don’t stand there imitating a blowfish. I have work to do, if you don’t mind.”

That was the line that got me.



I love your version, ha, funny how different ours are!

I just got caught up, it's lovely. Post again soon.

You're certifiable ... I'm certifiable ...

Randy Pitts as we've never seen him before and I hope to never witness him in that state again! Poor Lucy!

Although I haven't laughed like that since I read yesterday's posts!

Excellent work,

Sairs

too funny for words!!!

I love it, Jill. I absolutely love it! And I am sooo glad I had the time to finally read it!

You know, for once grumbling, whining Randall Pitts isn't so bad! It's the extreme opposite that scary! haha.

Go, cherubs, go!!!

This is amazingly entertaining! At the same time, I'm freaked out! What happened to the AWOL arrow, and what crazy mishaps could happen next?! I can't wait to find out!!!!!

A great laugh for my day,
thanks,
Terie

I'm sure I've fractured at least three ribs with this story...maybe four after I read:





And the cherubs are priceless!

kav

I agree

Oh dear, I think I need oxygen. Being so behind I would at least be a page quoting everything I love So I'll just sit here with a goofy smile on my face waiting for more

Whew, that was close!!! but, oh so funny!!!

Joy

I see you down there, Jill! Does that mean a post is soon to follow?? Pretty Please?!

My mind is reeling at the works of this...

You have a very strange mind, Jill!! Strange in a good, funny way, but strange, nonetheless!!!

<---- Me now

(faints away) so romantic...

Wickedly funny!

gracie

Hey, Jill ... has Marie met you????

Grace and Marene quickly fluttered back toward the bullpen, grinning at the mumblings coming from the mouth of Miss Dotson. “She’s pretty miffed,” giggled Grace, her wings beating in double time to keep up with the irate rotor.

Marene licked a smidgen of chocolate from the corner of her mouth. “Yah, she is. But she’ll get over—LOOK OUT!” The cheery cherub’s cry came too late for either of them to do anything about the cataclysmal catastrophe that occurred around the next corner.

“Myles!” Lucy sputtered her arms and legs splayed out from beneath the lanky frame that sprawled across the top of her. “Get off of me!”

He answered her cry with the most bizarre sounds, alarming her immediately.

“Myles! Myles! Are you all right?” The panic in her voice only increased the volume of the gasping, gurgling conglomeration coming from on top of her. Wriggling her arms back beneath the mass of man, she gave a desperate shove, rolling him to the side. Kneeling over the red-faced agent, she walloped him on the chest. “Myles! Don’t die on me! Breathe, Myles! Breathe!” She whacked his chest again, his face turning blue as he wheezed, gasping for air. “Why me?” she moaned, unable to believe that absolutely no one was around to come to her assistance. Desperate, she tipped his head back and sealed his lips with hers, breathing the breath of life into his mouth.

“Interesting twist, wouldn’t you say?” mused Marene, unwrapping another truffle.

“And Charlene said there was no hope for these two.” Grace smirked as Myles’ arms wrapped around the slender form above him, drawing her to him, his mouth moving passionately against hers. “Guess she hasn’t read too much fanfic, lately.”

"Nope. Bet she hasn't. Ready for the fireworks? I think Lucy's about to blow."

"Yep. Should be happenin' just about.....now."

“Myles!” Lucy sputtered, wiping her mouth and forcefully pulling away from him. “Since when are tongues a part of mouth to mouth resuscitation?!”

Releasing his hold, the blonde agent laughed at the stunned expression on Lucy’s face. “I guess it all depends on what it is that you are trying to revive, my dear Lucy,” he seductively replied. His eyes crinkled with mirth. “I, for one, found it to be most stimulating...”

“UGH!!! MEN!” she shrieked, slamming him back to the floor as she pushed against his chest to help her stand. “Neanderthals! Every single one of you!”

This time, she ignored the gurgles the man emitted, recognizing them for what they were...some foreign form of frenzied laughter coming from lips that had tasted far too delicious for her own good. “First Randy......now you!!! The pair of you...A couple of Cheech and Chongs! You’re both nuts and I’ll have nothing to do with either one of you!!!” She tossed her head in defiance, straightened her skirt, and stomped back to the bullpen. “One more man even looks at me today, I’ll get Tara’s gun and shoot him!”

"Yep. She's got it bad." Marene hopped off her Exit sign perch, hovering in place. "And we didn't even have to use an arrow."

Yeah, Marene is right, Lucy is definitely smitten!!!

Jill, this is a delightful romp!! Thanks for sharing!!!

Joy

Yap ... Lucy is mad ... maybe one of the cherubs should plaster a sign on her back saying

IF you value your life ...STAY AWAY



okay ... I know ... I'm easily entertained

Haha!!!! Simply delicious, Jill, perfectly delicious!!!

I'm so glad I checked this one last time before heading off to school. I was afraid I'd have to suffer through the day!!

My my, Myles sure has a.... primitive way of behaving.

Methinks he may have been shot with two arrows!!! hehe. The double whammy! Ahem, lust, and laughter. All he needs is love, and he's the triple L threat!!!!

And Lucy.... well, she fits the L theme perfectly!



Keep it up, and please post more ASAP!

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<KB2 struggles to find the key board from her position on the floor!>

Dang I'm back at work and snuck on because I couldn't stand the suspense -- and I'm laughing like an idiot and my lovely library office is mostly glass walls. The staff and students must think I'm demented. But I don't care -- it was so good I have to read it again and quote some.

I want this on a bumper sticker -- It's the story of my life! Though since I don't own a car I guess it wouldn't do me much good unless I just slapped it on my...

Loved the cherubs watching the drama so calmly. And the chocolate!!!!

Well, I guess there's nothing wrong with cherubs enjoying their work.

Just how many arrows penetrated Myles' thick hide anyway?

That's good, because don't think I have forgotten about that ominous cloud hovering over Jack and Sue.

kav

Phew! Finally caught up again! Jill, you had me If I hadn't been sitting in an office full of people, I'd have been howling with laughter! This is just absolutely priceless!!!

Jack scratched his head, puzzling over the feeling of lightheartedness steadily taking hold of him. As his lips curled into a smile, muscles given little use in the past couple of weeks stretched upwards in a familiar fashion. Rarely gloomy, he had blamed his lackluster attitude of late on the weather. They’d had fifteen cloudy days in a row, which was enough to make anyone dismal, or so he figured. Adding to it, he couldn’t help but feel as if every “crazy” that existed in the world had descended upon DC for the sole purpose of keeping his unit busy. His glance flitted from his best friend, finally picking himself and Tara up from the floor, to the woman around whom his world revolved. After three years of spinning his wheels, he wasn’t any closer to admitting his feelings to her, and he knew it.

Pammie nervously shifted, watching Agent Hudson’s face carefully. “I don’t know about this. I expected a little more than a smile. He should be jovial...bright and breezy...effervescently ebullient ...”

“Whoa there, Kemosabe. It was a direct hit. Give him a minute, or five.”

“Yeah, Pammy. Trecey’s got a point. Besides, that gray globby stuff is probably gumming things up a little.” Gabby flitted from Jack over to Sue, being mindful of the dog beneath the agent’s desk. The blonde was reading a report, but what she was doing in the margin made Gabby smile. “Hearts! She’s drawing little tiny hearts! With arrows through them, even!” She flew up from Sue’s desk, almost colliding with Grace and Marene as they followed Lucy into the room, blushes on their chubby cherub cheeks from the diatribe the rotor spewed at the last male within three feet of her. Before Gabby could ask them what happened, Lucy took the box of decorations from the floor by her desk, stomped over to Sue’s, and dropped it in front of her.

“Pppfffttt! Keep them yourself! And if you find that little stuffed cupid in there—the one that we used to pretend to shoot arrows with......... wring its naked little body!”

Sue’s mouth fell open. Then she laughed. She laughed as she hadn’t laughed in weeks. She laughed until tears were streaming down her cheeks and her sides hurt so much, she thought she was going to crack a rib. Gasping for air, she turned and looked at Jack, sitting on the edge of his desk, laughing at her laughing.

“Wring its naked little body!” Pammie gasped, covering her cheeks with her hands.

“Hey, if anyone does any wringing of naked bodies, I’d like to start with his,” chuckled Gabby, her eyes locked on Jack.

“Gabby!” Pammie turned a brilliant crimson while the other angels somersaulted in fits of glee.

“What?” Gabby rolled her eyes and headed for the window. “So my mind’s in the gutter...I still have a heart of gold!”

Mine too!

Katinka

Jill!! that was brilliant!! (Bell tries to breathe after cracking a rib or two)
and the mouth to mouth CPR...I've done them before and never thought I'll laugh at a scene like that!
I made a decision: no reading your story and drinking at the same time! too messy!

I loved all of it, but particularly the visual of them somersaulting in the air! And I figured out who Gabby is!

Jill

I haven't had this much fun in I don't know how long!!! Jill, you're amazing!!!

Joy

Poor Lucy, she's really having a nightmare of a day! The cherubs are fantatsic! I have tears rolling down my cheeks, especially about Gabby and the current location of her mind!

Fabulous work, I'll be making sure I have lots of tissues to wipe my eyes from hysteria when I read the next installment!

Take care

Sairs

You're writing is fabulous Jill, you write such lively and fun stuff to read!!!

GABBY !!!!!!!!!!!!

So ...so funny!

Can't wait for more.