Making A Revised Post Of This One Bc Of Info I Forgot To Update It With. Thanks To Storage Fees, The

making a revised post of this one bc of info i forgot to update it with. thanks to storage fees, the cost of my mother's cremation is nearly $2,000. dad worked out a payment plan and had to pay $500 up front and another $500 is due next month (and so on and so forth until the costs are fully paid off), so the total amount due is around $1,500 now.

as of making this post, we have $200 sitting in my paypal account thanks to donations and gift cards earned via apps + a site that let you earn points that you then cash in for gift cards (which, unfortunately, takes a while to earn).

so: $200/$500

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When was the last time you actually got some rest? / offers suzume @ aggie

lack of sleep. / accepting!

her brows furrow slightly and she looks away, trying to think. " umm... " huh. she really can't remember. " m-m-maybe the hour-long nap i m-m-managed t-to have yesterday, but... real sleep? " agatha rubs her neck. " i-i d-don't remember. " she admits after a moment with a sigh, shaking her head. she feels tired, it was just the sleepiness she can't seem to feel. she brushes it off, though, as she always does. she will eventually sleep whenever her mind allows her to. " i-i'll be fine, suzume. it's just another b-b-bout of— o-of insomnia. y-you d-don't have to w-worry about me, okay? "

making a revised post of this one bc of info i forgot to update it with. thanks to storage fees, the cost of my mother's cremation is nearly $2,000. dad worked out a payment plan and had to pay $500 up front and another $500 is due next month (and so on and so forth until the costs are fully paid off), so the total amount due is around $1,500 now.

as of making this post, we have $200 sitting in my paypal account thanks to donations and gift cards earned via apps + a site that let you earn points that you then cash in for gift cards (which, unfortunately, takes a while to earn).

so: $200/$500

paypal

“ you don’t have to do everything yourself. ” @ Aggie!

sickness sentence starters. / accepting!

" w-well, i-i-if n-not me, then w-who else? " the idea of letting someone help her was beyond her. she was used to the independence and having to do things on her own, regardless of how terrible she felt. if she stays in bed, nothing will get done. the house will just become a mess again! this, and she has her cats and dog to take care of. she can't just leave them to fend for themselves! " please, y-you d-don't have to help me a-at all, nic. i-i can do all of this just f-fine on my own. " regardless of the sore throat, the pounding in her head, the small fever and the congestion in her sinuses.

❛  i  want  to  feel  your mouth .  ❜ (ghost)

the enormity of my desire. / accepting!

she didn't expect to suddenly be pulled into his lap before she can walk too far past time, completely caught off guard as her mind had been on other things. still, agatha can't complain as he kisses her, shifting her position so she's straddling him, moaning against his lips. gods, he is intoxicating, isn't he? ghost makes her crave more, loosely wrapping her arms around his neck and grinding against him.

when he breaks the kiss to speak, his words make her heart flutter, sending a shiver down her spine and giving her goosebumps. as if her face didn't feel flushed before, it most certainly does now. she gives a nod, stealing a quick kiss from ghost and moving off of his lap, sitting on her knees between his legs. reaching up, agatha undoes his belt, then his pants, freeing his cock from his clothes. she felt him getting hard under her when they were kissing only moments ago and feels him twitching in her hand now. her gaze flickers up toward ghost's as she tilts and turns her head slightly, planting light kisses along his shaft before taking him into her mouth. her eyes lid as she moans softly from his taste on her tongue, beginning to bob her head up and down along his length.

it's not like she meant to stumble onto such a horrific scene that seemed straight out of a horror movie. witnesses very rarely leave those alive, don't they? he could easily dispatch her, count her as collateral damage of the original crime. she was just at the wrong place, wrong time. of course agatha would still get her phone out and try to call for help, a startled gasp leaving her as her phone is taken from her hands, staring up with wide eyes. lieutenant? is... is it just a cover, or is he really military?

agatha freezes when he moves closer, bracing for anything but the feeling of her phone being slipped back into her pocket. she doesn't answer at first, unable to find her voice until she gives a tentative nod. " c-copy. " her voice trembles and she stares up at the lieutenant in fear. " p-please let me go home. i-i-i— i w-won't g-go to the police or t-try to call them again, i-i-i promise. "

   being  caught  in  the  middle  of,  well, taking  care  of  business,  isn't  an  unusual  thing.  it's  also  not  unusual  to  watch  them  go  deer  in  the  headlights  and  go  to  pull  their  phone  out.  punch  in  the  numbers  for  the  police,  and  stand  there  on  the  line.  he  doesn't  even  let  her  get  so  much  as  a  'help'  out  edgewise  before  he  snatches  the  phone  right  out  of  her  hands. 

   "this  is  lieutenant  riley.  s.a.s.  the  situation  is  being  handled.  shock  seems  to  be  getting  through  to  some  of  the  bystanders.  no  further  response  is  needed."  with  that  he  hangs  it  up,  before  putting  the  phone  directly  back  into  her  pocket,  leaning  his  mask  up  against  her  ear.

   "do  i'  again,  swee'ear',  an'  i'll  gut  you  where  you  stand. copy?"

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