Disclaimer: Be warned there are rampant POV changes at every bold heading, that's what I get for having pushy characters they all wanted a say.

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If you send someone 'Styrofoam', how do you pack it?

“I’m not short! I am 5’5” and that is perfectly average, just because you were born being able to paint the roof without a ladder, does not make me short.” 

Ahhh, just another fun day at my quiet beachside shack. Well it would be quiet if Woody would stop calling Liz ‘Shorty’. It kind of pisses her off. They are attempting to hang some paintings Woody found cleaning out a storage shed in the backyard. Well we had to put the big guy to work somehow, having him in the house is not good for spontaneity if you catch my drift. So we sent him out to do some yard work this morning and he found these awesome ocean landscapes we think were painted by a former owner. Might have to call Robyn and find out who used to live here, curiosity and the cat, you know how it goes.  I feel someone pat my leg and look up to see Liz tap her watch. 

“Time to go, you ready?” 

Oh yeah I am so ready.  

“Well what are you waiting for?” I ask her as I hobble past on my crutches. She just shakes her head and follows me out of the house.

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“I FEEL GOOD NAH NAH NAH NA.” I cant help but sing, badly, but sing nonetheless. This is so much nicer, and cleaner. Doc Austen let Liz give my leg a good clean between cast changes, and the new cast is so much lighter and smaller. The X-rays showed it was healing great and only a couple more weeks and I will be freed from my bondage. Too bad the rest of the day will be spent in hell. Apparently I need linen, socks, cleaning products and a rug for the living room. I didn’t know I needed these things but when I asked why I need them, Liz gave me the ‘Look’, you know the one that tells you to instantly close your mouth and not say a word. Woody has been recruited, again, this time to be a pack horse. 

Department stores at sale time are the real life equivalent of ‘Wonderland’, only the white rabbit is easier to follow than Liz, who can sniff a bargain at 30 feet. The way she swindled that sheet set from an 80 year old grandma was poetry in motion. Now she is looking at some poor woman’s selection with serious intent. Watching this side of Liz is making me hot, is that normal? I kinda like this aggressive, pushy Liz. Yeah, I have issues but I think Liz knows exactly what she is doing to my libido with the wink she just threw at me. 

Maybe we should try on some clothes, I need help with my cast…… 

I can see a store that does get my attention though, curiosity made me do it. 20 minutes later sees me still standing with my jaw scrapping the ground looking at a display. 

“Can I help you with anything?” a voice asks me. 

“Ahhh, I think I’m ok, thanks.” I croak out without taking my eyes off my prize. I want it, I NEED to own it and make it my own. Then again I can share it with Liz, im not sure how she feels about toys though; some people don’t like them after all; some people prefer the old fashioned way, so I have heard anyways, I hope Liz isn’t one of them. 

Not tonight dear, I have a modem…. 

Well Cooper now owns more than two threadbare fitted sheets; my theory is if I’m sleeping on them I want nice ones, so we now have four sets of Egyptian cotton sheets to wrestle between. Speaking of Cooper where is she? We left Woody to do some of his own shopping and are supposed to be meeting him in the food court soon. I spot Cooper drooling over something in a tiny store opposite me. 

I head over to see what has Cooper’s attention and have to smile. So my girl likes toys hmmm? I find a staff member and place my order quietly, he offers some accessories, they sound good so I add them to my list, then the cute boy with a eyebrow-ring scurries off to do my bidding. Cooper still hasn’t moved a muscle 5 minutes later when the sales boy returns with my purchases in a bag. We swipe my card and I walk over to Cooper. 

“Ready to go find some food Cooper?” 

“Huh?” She grunts still not looking at me. 

“Food, eat, ugg, ugg?” Cooper treats English as a second language, so maybe if I try in her native language I might get a better response; then again I find her little grunts to be adorable. 

“Huh?” Poor baby still sounds confused and distracted, I know a sure fire way to get her attention back to where it should be. I pull her down to my level by her ear and whisper a multitude of very naughty and athletic things that are going to require me to be a contortionist to accomplish, all in a very bad French accent. Cooper burning red cheeks and flaring nostrils give testimony that I have successfully drawn her attention back to the real world. 

“C’mon Cooper before we try any of that I need to be fed, and you’re going to need the carbs to keep up.” 

“I don’t think I can walk.” Cooper squeaks 

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“Cooper, we are not leaving Woody behind.” It seems Cooper has had enough shopping now that every teenager in the county is here, so much so that she is ready to leave Woody to fend for himself. Woody is standing on the other side of the walkway with 20,000 people standing and strolling between us.  

“Maybe it's his time, what do we know? Who are we to play God? He has combat training; I’m sure he stands a chance, I say we find the car and get out of here.”  

If shopping at the mall was an Olympic event, Woody would get gold for his performance. With a panicked look in his eyes, he ducks and weaves around unpredictable walkers, leaps over a slow moving baby pram, stops short of tackling a little old lady, fakes left and whirls right before tripping over a school bag and sliding to a halt right in front of Cooper and I.  

“Can we go home now please?” He asks piteously.

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I have been defeated. 

By a toy. 

I just cannot for the life of me, work out all where all the dangly things are meant to go. Time to call in the reinforcements. 

“COOPER! Can you come here for a minute?” I hear the tell tale thud, clomp, thud, clomp down the hallway towards her bedroom. 

“You……..” Nice to see she’s speechless. When the glazed look in her eyes passes I get the best thank you ever in the form a great big hot kiss. Mmmmm now I’m boneless and painfully turned on and Cooper is 100% distracted. I had to buy her the Playstation 2 didn’t I. 

Well there goes any chance I had of playing with the other ’toys’ I have in another bag. I might just drop one in her lap and see what happens. I rummage through the bags and pull out the one most likely to get her interested in something other than the Playstation; this one also has some dangly parts. I quietly strip off my clothes and pull it out of its box, drop it into Cooper’s lap and crawl into bed, under the nice new sheets and watch Cooper’s reaction. 

I think if Coopers face gets any redder she is going to blister. She turns her head to look at me and asks “You want me to…… This??? Ahhhhhhh!!!” She gets up off the chair and is on the bed faster than I would have believed possible. She pulls off her shirt,  pushes her sweat pants and boxer shorts down before kissing me hard, pushing me down into the mattress. There is nothing better than an enthusiastic partner not afraid to try new things. I get to work on her bra freeing my favorite piercings. I roll her over onto her back and get to work strapping the other new toy onto my favorite lifesize toy.  

She grunts as I push the small end into its hot new home and tighten the straps holding it into place. Grabbing the other end in my hand I give it a few good tugs making sure it’s strapped on tight enough. The grunts and sighs would indicate everything is ready for launch. I climb up the long body, straddling her at the waist and kiss her for all I’m worth, while rubbing myself against her stomach with her strong hands grabbing at my behind, assisting. Without breaking the kiss I lift up my hips and shift until I feel something hard right where I need it most. Slowly lowering myself until I am resting on Coopers pelvis, I can’t help the loud sigh that escapes, an equal grunt comes from Cooper.  

Slowly we begin to move together, each getting used to the feelings.  

Kissing;  

Touching; 

Thrusting; 

Sweating; 

Loving;  

Oh God, I’m in so much trouble.  

I think I love her, and more than that, I think I am IN love with her……….

Continued in Part 10

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