"Right, so now we know what is at stake," I say in an overly cheerful voice. "Let us now plan." Now we are getting into my territory. Rubbing my hands...together as I get the ball rolling.According to Godiva, we would be tested as a group starting first thing in the morning. It is the only reason why they had not attacked us physically, yet. The plan was for us to present a unified front. We would only be as strong as our weakest link. This way all of us would test the same, I hoped.Next is to. Tied Hands Groped Pinched Shopping can be a surprise as you stroll the aisles selecting your items as well as sometimes helping someone when an employee is not available, the other day was no different but definitely happened in the right aisle with the right customer. When I load my tools I use a short piece of rope to keep the lawnmower from rolling forward by tieing the bar with a rope, after nearly a decade the rope is not easy to use so I was getting other items and turned the corner to. Fantastic. This is a short, quick… whats the definition, suck and fuck? Anyways, read the tags before you read just in case. I dont want anyone flipping their shit. Sherlock fanfic. Holmescest. The gayest thing Ive written yet. (In the good way, of course.) This monstrosity is based off of BBCs Sherlock written by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. And that is based off the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. — Mycroft Holmes was commonly referred to as the British government. And while he normally. That made me wonder if she was getting cold feet about 'doing anything, ' together?We met at the tennis courts as planned. Margaret arrived soon after me and when I heard her approach I turned the light from my flashlight on her to make sure Pinky or someone else wasn't sneaking up on me. She was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a dark colored jacket with a hood covering her head."Where's Paula?" I asked, secretly glad that she wasn't there."She went to the party. I don't see why we can't go.