- Spawning Scrap
Date: Tuesday, February 27, 2001
- SJ <email@example.com>
Steele Spawning Scrap Scene
(If you remember, Bing broke a few things that needed to be
"Just lay back and relax." Remington leaned back with
his arm across her midsection, pulling her down with him. Embarrassed,
Laura began to squirm and wiggle out of his hold. "Ahhhh,
good idea Laura, we really should test out the durability, not
just the comfort." With that declaration, Mr. Steele, too,
began to bounce and roll on the mattress. He pinned Laura beneath
him and pressed suggestively , "Tell me, Miss Holt, do you
prefer it to be firm?"
"The bed......Firm? He climbed off of her and dove on top
of the next display asking in midair, "...or plush?"
Laura stood up, straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair,
"My preference is not to be here at all."
"I think you should be involved in this decision."
"When I said we need discuss all expenditures in advance,
I was talking about business expenses."
"That's not what I brought you here." He took a seat
on the edge of the next bed.
She knew why he brought her. Laura wandered across the aisle
pretending to take interest in a brochure. He stood up and walked
over to her. From just behind her ear, he spoke in that soft
tone that could melt the polar ice caps, "Are you really
going to stand there and pretend that you don't know WHY you
"Bing only broke your bed frame, I really don't see the
need to buy a whole new bed."
"I thought it was perhaps a good time to upgrade to a queen
size." He danced around actually saying it, "You know,
in the event that there is a need to accommodate another person
to , to ... to.... to have adequate room."
"Are you planning a slumber party, Mr. Steele?"
"Oh I've been in the planning stages for quite sometime
now. I wouldn't call it a party though, more like an <intimate>
The sales clerk rescued Laura from Remington's unnerving gaze,
"Hiya folks, My name is Stan," He extended his hand,
"Is there something I can help you with today? I can see
you have your discriminating eyes on our Cloud 9 model. I bet
you two of you have one of those saggy mattresses that cause
you to constantly bump into each other in the middle, don't you?."
He added with a wink in Remington's direction, "Not that
that's always a <bad> thing."
Laura started to quash his misconception, "We're not..."
But Remington quickly jumped in only to perpetuate the salesman's
false impression, "Actually, the bedframe broke under some
extreme...shall we say <stress>?"
The salesman grinned and nodded in a fraternal way, almost as
if to say, 'way-to-go'. "Well then, it sounds like the Cloud
9 might suit ALL your nocturnal needs." He began to prattle
on about coils, compression strength, luxurious pillowtop cushioning.
When he once again took a lecherous turn pointing out the importance
of the lifetime warranty for such 'a young and vital couple',
Laura interrupted, "I think I'm going to furnishings to
look for a new lamp."
Remington turned to Stan, "How soon can you deliver?"