Please Re-Read Privilege - Part III

You know, you work on something for weeks, you get it beta'd and beta'd again.  You then post it, hoping people will like your work...only to realise you've screwed it up.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

When I first posted Part III, I erred with the LJ-Cut, and then made a few formatting mistakes. 

When I fixed it, I ended up cutting out two very important OT3 sections...gaaaaaaaaah.

So I reposted Part III in its entirety.

From the wrong FUCKING version.

It's fixed now...if you did enjoy it - you may enjoy Part III even more, now its complete and as the author intended for it to be read.


Here you go - Privilege - Part III

Please Re-Read Privilege - Part III

You know, you work on something for weeks, you get it beta'd and beta'd again.  You then post it, hoping people will like your work...only to realise you've screwed it up.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

When I first posted Part III, I erred with the LJ-Cut, and then made a few formatting mistakes. 

When I fixed it, I ended up cutting out two very important OT3 sections...gaaaaaaaaah.

So I reposted Part III in its entirety.

From the wrong FUCKING version.

It's fixed now...if you did enjoy it - you may enjoy Part III even more, now its complete and as the author intended for it to be read.


Here you go - Privilege - Part III

Word of Advice - Don't Write Porn In Your Head When Standing At the Water Cooler

I'm drenched, from breast to hip, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT, my beloved flist!

I was filling my water pitcher (a big ass aluminum thing, so it takes a few minutes) and thinking out some pornishy dialogue - more Peter!Glasses and Neal!Lust, with Watching!El, when the payroll manager comes upside my blindspot and says "hello."

I screamed, and jerked back the pitcher, which was nearly full.  It' splashed all over me.  I'm wet and not in a good way.  

Thanks again, and love you to bits, flist. 

 

Word of Advice - Don't Write Porn In Your Head When Standing At the Water Cooler

I'm drenched, from breast to hip, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT, my beloved flist!

I was filling my water pitcher (a big ass aluminum thing, so it takes a few minutes) and thinking out some pornishy dialogue - more Peter!Glasses and Neal!Lust, with Watching!El, when the payroll manager comes upside my blindspot and says "hello."

I screamed, and jerked back the pitcher, which was nearly full.  It' splashed all over me.  I'm wet and not in a good way.  

Thanks again, and love you to bits, flist.