stickitupmyjinx

It was a normal Saturday afternoon at Casa Carlysle-Wilson, one partner maintaining his armory, the other messing around on her computer, until suddenly Vanessa gasped in delight, jumped off the couch, and ran into the room they'd discovered a few weeks previous, taking her laptop with her, and slammed the door, yelling, "Don't look!" over her shoulder.

That part wasn't that unusual, either, to be honest.

Then Vanessa opened the door, told Wade, "I'll be back in five minutes," and slammed it again.

It was National Ice Cream Day, and Vanessa had had plans. You know. Her usual holiday sort of plans (kinky sex).

Unfortunately, this stupid island had apparently had other plans, which was why Vanessa was eating a vat of Haagen-Dazs alone on the couch and sulking.

(Open for that guy who lives there and anyone else who might want to stop by.)