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That is going to be one difficult square to circle… she’s so tenacious and she’s going to want to know, in detail… and I can’t tell her I’ve signed a… what was it called…? NDA… she’ll freak… and rightly so. I need a plan.
Context: Bella just talked to her best friend Rose on the phone. Rose could hear through the phone that Bella was no longer a virgin, and naturally wanted to know the details of her friend’s deflowering.
I don’t understand why the NDA would prohibit Bella from telling Rose about her sexual exploits with Edward last night. Nothing kinky happened, after all.
Of course, Bella hasn’t read the contract she signed yet, so she clearly hasn’t a clue what she is or isn’t allowed to talk about.
Either way, I doubt she’ll bring up the issue of devising the cunning plan she mentions above ever again.
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My hair is its usual wayward self… hmmm, just-fucked hair… it doesn’t suit me. I try and bring order to the chaos with my fingers but fail miserably and give up – maybe I’ll find hair ties in my bag.
Finally! It’s the fight you have all been waiting for. Bella vs. Bella’s hair: Round 3!
Round 1:
I have tried to brush my hair into submission but it’s not toeing the line. […] I give up. The only thing I can do is restrain it, tightly, in a pony tail and hope that I look reasonably presentable
Round 2:
I brusquely towel dry my hair and try desperately to bring it under control. But once more it refuses to cooperate and my only option is to restrain it with a hair tie… I have none.
- Current score is Bella 0 - Bella’s hair 3.
(Given how much time she spends battling the invincible enemy that is her own hair, one has to wonder why she doesn’t just cut it into a more manageable do. Or at least invest in some conditioner.)
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What’s [Rose] going to think about me being here? I’ve never stayed out before. She’s still with Emmett. She’s only done this twice before, and both times I had to endure the hideous pink PJs from the fallout, for a week afterwards. She’s going to think I’ve had a one-night stand, too.
Why do you care so much about what Rose will think about you spending the night with Edward? I’m sure she won’t judge you, given that she’s no stranger to one-night stands and has recently enjoyed one with Edward’s brother. -
I brusquely towel dry my hair and try desperately to bring it under control. But once more it refuses to cooperate and my only option is to restrain it with a hair tie… I have none.
Then restraining it with a hair tie isn’t an option. Leaving your hair in its messy state still is, even though you forgot to mention it when enumerating your options.
‘My only option’, my ass.
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Holy crap. He’s remembering the ‘gay’ question. Once again, I’m mortified. In years to come, I know, I’ll need a week of intensive therapy to not feel this embarrassed every time I recall the moment.
I’m not gay, but I’m offended on behalf of the gay and lesbian community by the way Bella reacts every time she recalls asking Edward ‘the ‘gay’ question’ during the interview.
Asking someone if he/she is gay is not an offensive question, as far as I see it. I wish E. L. James would stop acting as though this is the worst thing a person could possibly ask another person.
My inner critic invites you to tag along on a journey through the deepest, darkest realms of bad fiction, as epitomized in the fanfictional beginnings of the now bestselling series 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. In other words, I am doing a through and critical reading of 'Master of the Universe' by Snowqueens Icedragon. Be warned: Kinky fuckery lies ahead (admittedly most of it is being censored, what with genitalia being vaguely alluded to as 'way down there', or simply just 'there'.) Nevertheless, twelve-year-olds, consider yourselves warned.
