Six

Lindsay leaned back and stared at the message entitled “Well you did dare me” stunned. Who, no Faith it seems, had actually written a chapter and posted it? Boy did she have balls. Grinning wildly she nodded at the message. “You’re gonna fit in fine around here girl.”

Flicking the reply button she fired off a short message and quickly flicked the buttons to find the fic. Well Who/Faith lets just see what you came up with. I bet you are nothing like Richie.

Taking a deep breath she quickly moved to the Richie area and found her thread and opened it. Scanning to the bottom of the thread she read from last post up.. eyes going wide at the amount of responses.

She chuckled to see Judith thudding and rushing off to the showers, shook her head as Sonja fainted and tried to not drool as Tara, Tresca and Jan posted the most lovely candy. Well hell Faith ya got more candy than me. As she flicked the mouse wheel she read through four more raving reviews of Who’s post. Well shit, what the hell did she do?

Quickly Lindsay scrolled to the top of the post and began to read. Well she definitely had Richie down pat, or well the idea of what she thought Richie might be like. God he was the devil in this one, right on a public road? She would have never had them doing things in public, but she had to admit goddammit, that ramped up the naughty factor by a million, the fear of being caught, the …Lindsay shook her head and continued to read and nearly whimpered at the reference to Richie’s fake accents. Damn at least someone else in this world gets it too.

She literally shivered at the “there’s no rescue in sight.” Well hell what Richie girl wanted to be rescued if he was at the helm and driving the pleasure, and for him to say it, to reaffirm it so confidently, was just perfection. Her eyes were glued to the page as she continued reading, engrossed in the Richie POV to the encounter. It wasn’t how she usually wrote herself, she always tried to show both persons thoughts, but somehow someway just showing his point of view throughout had the heat factor rising. She could See Richie in that blonde wig, the devil in his eyes as he played the part for his girl, she could feel what he was doing. Jesus have mercy Who was good at this.

She drug her mind away from swirling thoughts and continued to read, god it was dark and sensual wasn’t it? She felt herself dampen and sat back in shock as she read the final paragraph. She never grew wet reading fic, yes she always recognized the sensuality, but none of it usually got to her and this one had.

Oh my dear lord, he’s counting the orgasms?? What the hell does he have some magic number involved? Why was he counting them? She knew she’d have to ask Who that question. Hell, to be honest she had quite a few questions, the least of all being how she had gotten so firmly into a male mindset, because this chapter was utterly male and totally realistic.

She leaned back and stared at the avatar and signature, something so basic, yet so Richie. Somehow this girl had managed to tap into something primal and basic. That chapter begged a response, a response from the woman, and for damn sure she was going to write it, just as soon as her blood pressure went back down.

She moved into the message center and opened up her last private message from Faith and hit the reply button. She backspaced over the subject title and changed it before typing up her message. She was an honest woman, and that post begged a response. Talent like that had to be complimented, no matter how it made her squirm. Besides, she had to find out more about Faith. She’d made one post and sent a couple of pms, but something, she wasn’t sure what, had her wanting to know more.

Subject: Holy Fuckin’ Shit.

Faith,
Oh my God! When I challenged you, I never in a million years expected you to take me up on it, boy do you have a set of balls on ya girl. Too many people these days don’t want to comment or respond, they want you to do it all for them ya know? It’s harder getting a comment out of readers than it is to pull a tooth without anesthesia. Yet not only did you read, but you took me up on the challenge and in doing so you’ve gotten the girls all hot and bothered, including me. Yes I’m woman enough to admit it, and fiction doesn’t often affect me physically.

I love how you kept it to his point of view, begs a response from her don’t you think? Hmmm, you’ve spurred that flagging inspiration of mine. I just might have to post here in a few, but before I do, I have so many questions for you. Hope you don’t mind, but you seem just like the kinda person I’d wanna get to know better. So here goes..

Do you write professionally? You’re stuff is damn good, if you don’t you should.
Shit ARE you Richie? You fuckin’ oughta be haha, you got the mindset down ((or at least the mindset that just feels like Richie to me.
And about that male mindset…How DID you get into it so easily? For some reason that’s always so hard for me so if you have any tricks or pointers, please share.

WHY DID HE COUNT?? Yes I used all caps, I’m dying to know.

Now other than the story, tell me more about yourself. Only way to get to know a person is to ask ya know?

Oops.. hold on a second.. my email is chirping at me.

Lindsay flipped to her email tab and frowned. Well hell just another Google Alert. She muttered as she opened the one mailing, “Better not be another fuckin’ Denise inspired alert. When IS that woman gonna quit riding Richie’s shirt tails?”

She growled as she read the alert. “God damn, can’t they stop harping on that shit? Its over and done with already.”

She opened each article listed and read through quickly, her ire growing by leaps and bounds. They couldn’t leave the man alone could they? Yeah he understood the fame game, but hell some of these sights were down right cruel.

Flipping back over to the forum she went back to her message writing.

Ok, sorry about that, I’m back. I’m an email junkie, I admit it, but this time I wish I hadn’t flipped over there so fast. Goddamned stupid Alerts. Yeah I’m also a Google Alert Fanatic. ((ok we all have our foibles that’s one of mine))

Anyhows it was a Richie Alert and goddammit now I’m mad. Lindsay did a quick flick to the news pages and copied the urls into the message before continuing.

Can you believe this shit Faith? It’s been months and they are still harping on it. I mean hello get over it already right? The man has a right to his private life, whether he understands the fame game or not, and to say some of that shit, well its just mean. God if he wasn’t who he was they wouldn’t go on about it right? Make a little money or have a bit of fame and of course they want to find the skeletons. He made his mistake, he owned up to it he got his help now leave him the fuck alone right?

Ok so he’s famous, big whoop, he’s also a man… Ehhh yeah I’m ranting, but that last link had me seeing red. He needs to find him a good woman that’s not Hollyweird. Too many of those have hurt him. I know he’s color blind, but I’m beginning to think he’s woman blind too. He needs to get away from those obsessed with their looks, only know blonde, scared of a pound girls. Go find a good normal girl Richie! Haha..

Ok thanks for letting me rant, I gotta learn to not read those Alerts when I’m all hyped up on Pepsi.

Well see ya when I see’s ya Faith. Oh and by the way, I’m Lindsay. Nice to finally meet the real you.

She clicked the reply button and stood. Time for another Pepsi, she had a chapter to write.

Sitting back down at the comp she went back to the Richie’s Realm area and opened her thread. It was time for the female POV to take over. She typed for nearly two hours, often backtracking and rewriting before she was totally happy with her reply to the Richie post. As she clicked reply she leaned back and grinned. Take that *Richie*, lets see what you do with it.