Have YOU Been Invited to Pep and Laurin's Wedding?

Scylla, I have my own money, dear. Why do you think all this was kept quiet until now? There was never any need for blackmail.

I am afraid that I have no need of further assistance to "straighten" me out.

Pep (I have a harem of friends inworld whose job, nay, pleasure that is. )

That's wonderful, of course!

I was just thinking that you might prefer to mil . . . I mean, allow "Daddy" the opportunity to both demonstrate his contrition for his dastardly past conduct, and spread a bit of sweetness and light around . . .

It happens that way in ALL of the best sentimental novels.

And the first sign of someone who DESPERATELY requires "further assistance" is his denial that there is a "problem" in the first place . . .

Actually, I have two psychiatrists in my harem . . .

Pep ( . . . who can certify that denial is *not* one of my problems. )

I'm sorry, I'd respond, but I am busy compiling an anthology of "Sexist Quotes by Pep." It promises to be a VERY thick volume . . .

Absolutely not. As Deira in her vexation with Jig explained, you are both held to a higher standard now. Switzerland first. After that, you will know better than to discuss finances in the forum.

I suggest you practice your curtsies before the soon to be scheduled tea Demure! And pinch Jig if she acts up. Practice the pinching first so she won't announce it when it matters!

I would offer you the option of backing out of your duties, but I fear it is too late. I only hope, for your sakes, Caledon in all its enlightenment won't require military service of you two. Even the Windsors couldn't escape.

Do you intend to only include the male sexist quotes . . .

Pep ( . . . or will my female sexist ones be in there as well?)

PS Always even handed, accurate and observational; not prejudiced.

/me looks abashed and contrite. So much to learn . . .

With pleasure, Mamma.

Eeep!!

Can I at least opt for the cavalry, do you think? Sitting side-saddle shows off my form to VERY good effect, I think . . .

Hey, there was more truth in my post than you realize. Brill education up to when I ran off. I reckon I would make a great daughter-in-law I dont think you can fault me for extravagance. I can economize on stuff. I drive a sweet little car that is 36 years old (73 MG Midget), I am a serious shoe collector and bag collector - not at all an amateur. So I savour my things. I work very hard indeed, with very little time for holidays. I won't have children so you won't be bothered with grandkids. I can cook like a dream. I'm attractive I reckon. I buy books and cds and coz I'm not post seconday educated you can wow me with all sorts of nonsense and I'll believe you most of the time. I eat correctly and look very presentable.

On teh other hand... I am a recovering alcoholic, "married" to my career, so loud I am seated near the kitchens at great restuarants so as not to disturb other patrons, noisy in my viewpoints, lazy sometimes, can have major hissy fits, and am always "away". The husband will barely see me. I dont have communicable diseases (okay I had shingles when I was 24 but I was exhausted)

Nope, I'm a keeper. At least, I think so.

Ah, such wayward spirits, the young are...

...but indeed, be careful what you wish for. Because with vast tracts of land, also goes great responsibility, general welfare of the people, &c &c.

Caledon is deeply involved in global politics; familial ties would certainly be a part of that. Many wealthy suitors would certainly speak with me about daughters. For purposes of peace, trade, favour, and Empire.

Be mindful of such, and polite, even if the wealthy young princes chew with their mouths open, or have other different standards of hygiene.

WEALTHY suitors????



Really, I've always been the self-sacrificing sort. You know, "just stare at the ceiling and think of Oxbridge" . . . that sort of thing. And I'm VERY tolerant of people with poor table manners.

In fact, I think I would be a fine diplomatic credit to the venerable Independent State. I'll even spend time in Switzerland learning cyphers if that seems a useful thing to know . . .

Oh, yes. Especially the, ah, ones that say "Tal" upon arrival... now... what culture was that? Quite rich in their own way. Vastly wealthy with regard to rough, wild lands.

I could see the Empire expanding significantly, via proper ties... though somehow, I doubt that your knowledge of cyphers will matter much in such circumstance.

I trust you like silk?

On the upside, you would have *volumes* to write about, with regards to feminism...

Oh dear . . .

I don't suppose you are seeking alliances with any powerful potentates from, say, a Swedish sim? Or a French one? I've always loved Paris . . .

I wanna dowry. For me. Not the scribbled-faced loplop I'll prolly have to marry. I don't mind marrying for power or position or favours. Actually, I prefer it and even try and follow that principle in real. NEVER marry for love or even go out for a meal for that purpose. Always, always, seek for some personal gain.
I read Machiavelli at the impressionable age of 16. He shoulda called it "The Princess".
I spent three days as a kajira when I was first born here. The old bat who was my owner's wife hated me.

Well, there are a few very nice Italian sims in Gor.

Of course, the French are more into classic BDSM ... having written the book.

Have fun, dearie! Hold out for a jeweled collar.

Pass.

Pep (I'm trying to find something that might be attractive to me in your post, but can't.)

Even my case of shingles? Actually I think I am quite attractive personality. Your just envious.

S'ok, Jig. Daddy is promising to find an exotic potentate for you, in any case. Maybe some modern virtual descendant of Sardanapalus who still retains all that ancient vigour and fire?

It's GOT to be better than the Welsh mountains for Xmas anyway.

Yeah, there isnt much romance in sheep farming on Snowden, with the prospect of Friday night fish n'chips in Langollygumdrops.

I once persuaded someone to accompany me on a dirty weekend to Gower.

Pep (She thought I said Goa )

You mean you fostered, or even foisted, your wayward daughter Jig onto me whilst all the time you are moneyed?!!!!!!!!!!

...and here am I slaving away to keep us out of tier debt and prim starvation!!!!!!!

...working my fingers to the bone making Jig a curtsey fit for her new station in life! (The bob curtsey I made for her being more suited to a maidservant and wholly inappropriate for a gentleman's daughter.)

You, madam, are not couth!

It was all arranged by the Devon people! You were never recompensed?!

Not a Linden!

I think her new Guardian owes _me_ now.

A guy once invited me to Lickey End.

http://www.aboutbritain.com/towns/lickey-end.asp

At least, I think that's what he said.