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tigerlilyhasablog · 5 years ago

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What I’ve Been Watching

Hello everyone! If you read my comeback post, you know that I promised a round-up of the movies I’ve seen so far in 2020. This post has taken WAYYYY too long for me to get around to writing, but now I’m self-isolating and have plenty of time on my hands, so hopefully I should be writing more! So let’s get into it. Before I talk about films from this year, I’ve got to sneak in my thoughts about my absolute FAVORITE film of 2019…

Knives Out – 5/5

I cannot tell you how much I love this movie. I’ve seen it three times in the theater since it came out! I knew that I wanted to see it the moment that I saw the trailer, and I had heard good things about it, but I was worried that it wouldn’t live up to the hype. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. Everything about this movie is just so. Damn. Good. The characters, the storytelling, the aesthetic setting and costume design… perfection, perfection, perfection. The cast, of course, is incredible. This movie is just so much FUN, and I’m obsessed. If you haven’t seen it already, GO SEE KNIVES OUT GODDAMMIT!!!

Now for 2020…

Richard Jewell – 4/5

I went back and forth on whether to give this a 3.5 or a 4, because its been a minute since I watched it, and honestly, I had kind of forgotten about it. Upon reflection, I’ve decided that is because of how many really good films I’ve seen so far this year, not because Richard Jewell is a forgettable movie. I really enjoyed it at the time… it has just gotten overshadowed by things I’ve watched since. The performances are great; Paul Walter Hauser was not someone I was super familiar with before this film, but he seriously impressed me as the titular character. It is just a very solid film about an important story that I really should have known more about since it happened in my home state.🤷‍♀️

Just Mercy – 4/5

Oh boy, bring some tissues for this one. What can I say, this is just a really good movie: its a well-told story of a real-life issue, its hard-hitting and tear-jerking af, the performances are great (Michael B Jordan, man🙌🏻), its just super solid all around. If you don’t cry your eyes out watching this, then sorry, you have no heart.

1917 – 4.5/5

Whoa. Okay, this is an absolute must-see. Holy shit, this movie is something else. As you have probably heard, this movie is shot and edited in a way that makes it look like it was one long take. Not only is this seriously impressive, but it is also effective as hell. There is never a break from the intensity of the film, and you will be on the edge of your seat every second (I’ve seen it twice, and I was completely on edge the entire time even during the second watch.) That’s not the only thing that makes ‘1917’ super impactful, though. The actors are fantastic… I was really impressed by George MacKay. This movie really doesn’t hold back; it is an honest, horrific, emotional depiction of war, and wow, it really isn’t like any war movie I’ve ever seen before.

Like A Boss – 3/5

Okay, time for a drastic change of tone from the last few movies! Not gonna lie, I went into this movie with basically no expectations, as I had heard nothing good about it. But you know, I liked it better than I thought I would. It was funnier than I expected, though not all the jokes hit, and it was overall incredibly silly. But it’s also a fairly sweet story about female friendship. I went to see it with one of my own female friends, we had the theater to ourselves, we laughed at all the stupid parts and we had a good time. So yeah, I didn’t hate it.😅

Dolittle – 3/5

This movie was… weird. Not necessarily a bad weird, but like, really, really bizarre. It’s hard to explain exactly why without giving plot points as examples, but I’ll tell you that there were numerous times throughout the movie where I turned to my sister and said “what the fuck??” I think that there were some drugs involved in the making of this film. On the plus side, I kinda enjoyed it. There were some parts that were genuinely funny, and overall it was something fun to watch with my younger siblings. My 12-year-old brother loved it, and that’s the real test, isn’t it?

The Gentlemen – 4.5/5

Ok, this movie was fucking GOOD. Not gonna lie, when I first saw the poster and trailer for this film, my first thoughts were, god, do we really need another cool-guy crime comedy with an almost entirely white male cast? The answer is no, no we don’t. But damn, if this isn’t a great movie anyway. It surpassed my expectations in every way… I loved it. The humor is not going to be for everyone; it is very British and often extremely crude, but I fucking cried laughing, it was hilarious. The laughs alone were enough for me to like this movie, but there is more to it than that. The plot is engaging, and although I’ve heard some people complain it was slow or too hard to follow, I liked it and enjoyed the story-telling elements. I also found myself caring way more about the characters than I thought I would. Oh, and there are some gorgeous cinematic elements to it as well. Overall, great movie. I guess I need to go and educate myself on some other Guy Ritchie films.

Birds of Prey – 4/5

So, I’ve given this a 4, but this is another one that I debated giving a 3.5. I had wanted to see it again before I reviewed, but the coronavirus screwed that plan up. I decided to round up, however, because my overall feeling about this movie is that I enjoyed it. It isn’t perfect… There were some odd plot decisions, and some so-so action, but you know, I liked it. It’s just FUN. The characters are all bad-ass, the music is on point, it’s funny, it’s colorful, it’s just really enjoyable. The cast are all great, and I thought Ewan McGregor made a great villain. Also, in amongst the mediocre action there were some really great scenes (small spoiler: I’m obsessed with Harley breaking people’s legs.) Like I said, I feel like I need to watch it again to really decide how I feel about it, but overall it’s a thumbs up from me.

The Photograph – 3/5

Huh, this movie was an odd one. I really wanted to like it, and I mean, I didn’t dislike it, but I just wasn’t feeling it, you know? I confess, romance is not really my genre (I like a good rom com, but just straight up romance? Meh), but I just found myself completely uninterested in the main couple. If you haven’t seen this movie, the plot is split between the relationship between Michael and Mae (LaKeith Stanfield and Issa Rae), and flashbacks to the 80s that focus on the relationship between Mae’s mother, Christina (Chante Adams,) and a man named Isaac (Y��lan Noel.) When it came to Michael and Mae, I just did not care at all whether or not they ended up together. I didn’t give a shit about their relationship throughout the entire movie. I liked their characters individually, but together I just wasn’t feeling the chemistry. Now, with the other couple, Sara and Isaac, I actually cared a lot more. I looked forward to the parts that would focus on them, and was annoyed when the film would jump forward to the present day again. I dunno, I mean, I didn’t hate it. It was funny in places and moving (to an extent) in others. The storyline outside of the romance was alright. I just didn’t love it.

Parasite – 4.5/5

Ok, usually I only do reviews for films I see in the theater, but I had to make an exception for this… I had some friends came over and we watched it from my couch, but only because nowhere nearby was showing it. If you haven’t heard of Parasite, you’ve probably been living under a rock. After it scooped up 4 Oscars, everyone was talking about it, and rightly so. Honestly I’m not gonna give it a proper review, because you just. Need. To. Watch. It. Basically, the first half is genuinely really funny, and then it slowly gets darker and darker, and holy fuck, I did NOT see that ending coming. The story, the acting, the symbolism, the cinematography, the setting… All fucking amazing. Watch Parasite, people. Just do it.

#movies #movie review #film #Film Review #knives out #richard jewell #just mercy #1917 #like a boss #dolittle #the gentlemen #birds of prey #the photograph movie #parasite

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ty-talks-comics · 6 years ago

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Best of DC: Week of April 24th, 2019

Best of this Week: Freedom Fighters #5 - Robert Venditti, Eddy Barrows, Eber Ferreira, Adriano Lucas and Andworld Design

Let. Freedom. Bloody. RING!

Freedom Fighters has been absolutely spectacular since it began and after Uncle Sam’s awesome resurrection in the last issue, he’s ready to take the fight to the Reich. Uncle Sam wastes no time in giving a beating to the rat faced bastards that have taken a stranglehold over America; punching, kicking and lamp posting through the streets of Philadelphia, inspiring hope in the people and fear in Adolf Hitler II. As soon as reinforcements arrive, he rolls up his sleeves and prepares to give a rousing speech meanwhile punk ass Adolf is in a rage and declares that he must go to “The Bunker.”

The next few pages are a goddamn lesson in what patriotism truly means. As Uncle Sam lifts what I now dub “The Lamp Post of Patriotism” he launches into an inner monologue about the “Spirit of ‘76.” When the Minutemen began to ride, the spirit was conceived, but when pen was put to paper - Uncle Sam was born and fought for freedom ever since. He fought in the Revolutionary War and helped us win the land we call our own today.

Thankfully, he admitted that we got a lot wrong as a country. He challenged the notion that the Spirit only belonged to ONE certain group of people and decried slavery, displacement of Native Americans and suppressing the rights of women. He supported all manner of freedom everywhere and I WAS EXCITED. At least, I was until the hard hand of Overman was thrust down onto the troops fighting the Nazis in the WWII flashback.

Overman, Earth X’s version of Superman if he were raised by The Nazis, was just about the only thing that could rip the hope from the hearts of the people. This began the original weakening of Uncle Sam and now that he’s just now getting used to being back in the land of the free, he’s weak. It was up to the new Freedom Fighters to rescue him from a Nazi War Wheel, but at the same time Adolf was gearing up to retaliate against the resurrection of Uncle Sam with a weapon of his own.

This book was simply epic, not only because of Venditti’s excellent story writing, but also because of the amazing story that Barrows, Ferreira and Lucas tell through their wonderful art, inking and coloring. Standing out amongst the dark inks are the dynamic poses and bright colors of Uncle Sam’s red white and blue. In this dreary world, those are the only colors that matter and most scenes in the book utilize a red and blue hue when hope is high, but reverts back to the washed out greys and muted colors when hope is waning.

Uncle Sam himself is awesome as hell to look at. He is a tall, lanky thing, but he fights with the fury of 1000 free men. All of his attacks carry a heavy weight with them and he is nothing if not expressive himself. Everything feels large and cinematic, helping to make the book feel like it’s building up to something amazing, especially in its final pages.

If you’re looking for a great book that will get you unreasonably pumped and ready to sing Star Spangled Banner at the top of your lungs, then Freedom Fighters #5 is for you, high recommend!

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It’s taken a while, but I feel like Bendis has found his stride.

Runner Up: Action Comics #1010 - Brian Michael Bendis, Steve Epting, Brad Anderson and Josh Reed

When it was revealed that Brian Michael Bendis would be the guy that expanded upon Leviathan in the ages of Action Comics, I was a bit skeptical at first. Could he really tackled this obscure Secret Organization that relied on subterfuge and have them be a really good threat, but then I remembered that this is exactly the kind of thing that Bendis specializes in. Bendis was originally a crime novelist/comic writer and that’s definitely the reason Leviathan Rising has struck me so hard.

It’s good fun and reminds me of the days of watching Superman the Animated Series where Superman would regularly tangle with Intergang, utilizing his reporter persona to get scoops and uncover their plots and I absolutely loved that.

Not only is it fun, but the stakes are high. Leviathan has taken down most of the other BIG organizations in the DC Universe. From Kobra, to ARGUS, to the DEO - Leviathan are proving to be a grave threat and are all about tying up loose ends, which is why we’re assumed to have seen the end of DEO Director Bones at the hands of a disguised Talia al Ghul in the beginning of the book. Hell, Amanda Waller is RUNNING from them and is currently stuck in Superman’s Fortress of Solitude in the Bermuda Triangle.

Aside from the kick ass plot, the relationship and interactions between Lois and Clark, disguised as Chaz and Andi, a lovely engaged couple trying to infiltrate Spyral and find out what they can about Leviathan. They’re so adorable from Lois’ spunky attitude and making fun of Clark’s bad acting and Clarks seriousness about the mission and pitiful attempts at acting.

It does take a bit to make me chuckle and I mean really chuckle at most comics, but this book feels like such a throwback and had writing so good that I have to give it credit. I cannot wait for future issues of this and the Leviathan even from Bendis later this year. He’s done so well with making them credible, even more than The Silencer has, and I am actually afraid of Talia al Ghul. High recommend!

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maxwellyjordan · 7 years ago

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Monday round-up

At CNN, Ariane de Vogue reports that as the justices take the bench this morning for what is likely the last Monday of the term, “[s]ix opinions remain, including on the travel ban, public sector unions and redistricting, and one looming question that could change the future direction of the court: Will there be a retirement?” Steven Mazie takes a quick look at the remaining cases for The Economist’s Espresso blog. Additional coverage of the final lap of the term comes from Lawrence Hurley and Andrew Chung at Reuters.

OnFriday the Supreme Court decided four cases, including a closely watched Fourth Amendment case, Carpenter v. United States, in which the justices held 5-4 that the government ordinarily needs a warrant to access historical cell-site location information. At Good Judgment, Ryan Adler assesses the crowd’s forecast in the case. At NPR, Nina Totenberg reports that “until now, the prevailing legal theory was that if an individual voluntarily shares his information with a third party — for instance, by signing up for cellphone service — police can get that information without a search warrant,” but that “[o]n Friday, the Supreme Court blew a hole in that theory.” Additional coverage comes from Louise Matsakis at Wired and from Lyle Denniston at Constitution Daily, who reports that “[e]ven as it insisted it was acting narrowly, and spoke of some limits on the reach of the ruling, the Court definitely gave a modern cast to the Fourth Amendment, now 227 years old.” Commentary and analysis come from Curt Levey in an op-ed for Fox News, Krebs on Security, Jon Schuppe at NBC News, Erica Goldberg at PrawfsBlawg, and Garrett Epps at The Atlantic.

The justices also held 5-4 on Friday in Currier v. Virginia that a defendant who consents to sequential trials for multiple, overlapping offenses waives his right to make an issue-preclusion claim under the Constitution’s double jeopardy clause after an acquittal in the first trial. Lissa Griffin analyzes the opinion for this blog, and Subscript Law has a graphic explainer. At Constitution Daily, Scott Bomboy reports that the case involved “the legal idea that a defendant can’t be tried for the same issue in more than one criminal trial.” Kent Scheidegger discusses the ruling at Crime and Consequences.

In Ortiz v. United States, the justices held 7-2 that a judge’s simultaneous service on two military courts does not violate the dual-officeholder ban. This blog’s opinion analysis comes from Amy Howe and was first published at Howe on the Court. At PrawfsBlawg, Howard Wasserman notes that “[t]he dispute leaves open whether SCOTUS could review decisions by modern administrative agencies (something Congress has never purported to do).”

Friday’s final opinion was in WesternGeco LLC v. ION Geophysical Corp., in which the justices ruled 7-2 that damages for overseas infringement of a domestic patent include lost profits for overseas contracts the patentholder would have obtained if the infringement had not occurred. Ronald Mann analyzes the opinion for this blog. Subscript Law’s graphic explainer is here. At PrawfsBlawg, Cassandra Robertson calls the decision “an interesting departure from its recent trend toward limiting litigation with foreign dimensions.”

At Governing, Liz Farmer reports that South Dakota v. Wayfair, in which the justices voted last week to overrule two prior cases that prohibited states from requiring out-of-state retailers who don’t have a store or warehouse in the state to collect tax on sales to state residents, “is one of the most significant state and local finance rulings in the modern era and comes at a time when sales tax revenues have been steadily shrinking thanks in part to more purchases being made online.” Law360 (subscription required) offers comprehensive coverage of the decision. For The Wall Street Journal, Jess Bravin reports that the decision “culminated a yearslong campaign by state governments and big-box stores determined to close a loophole they argued was draining state treasuries and disadvantaging brick-and-mortar shops,” “underscor[ing] that Supreme Court cases don’t always arise by happenstance.” At The Economist’s Democracy in America blog, Steven Mazie remarks that in Chief Justice John Roberts’ dissent, “[t]he point of contention was not whether the 50-year-old physical presence rule was the right one, constitutionally—all nine justices seem to agree it wasn’t—but whether the court in 2018 should overrule a decision that has been standing since 1967.” Commentary comes from Will Baude at PrawfsBlawg, who wonders what the debate between the majority and the dissent about the principles governing the application of stare decisis in the case “implies about other judge-made doctrines that might hit the Court’s docket in the future.” [Disclosure: Goldstein & Russell, P.C., whose attorneys contribute to this blog in various capacities, is among the counsel to the petitioner in this case.]

At Slate, Mark Joseph Stern suggests that Justice Elena Kagan’s majority opinion in Lucia v. Securities and Exchange Commission, in which the court held last week that SEC administrative law judges are “officers of the United States” within the meaning of the appointments clause, who have to be appointed by the president, a court or a department head, is an example of the justice’s “wrestling the court’s far-right justices to a draw in order to forestall disaster.” Commentary comes from Arthur Sapper at Ogletree Deakins, Coates Lear at The National Law Review, and Carlton Smith at Procedurally Taxing. Counting to 5 (podcast) looks at the decisions in Lucia and Wayfair.

For this blog, Jennifer Chacon analyzes last week’s decision in Pereira v. Sessions, in which the court held that a notice ordering a noncitizen to appear for deportation proceedings without specifying a time or place does not stop the clock on the noncitizen’s accrual of continuous presence in the U.S. Subscript has a graphic explainer for the decision. At PrawfsBlawg, Chris Walker looks at Justice Anthony Kennedy’s “solo concurrence, in which he added his voice to the judicial chorus for reconsidering Chevron deference.” [Disclosure: Goldstein & Russell, P.C., whose attorneys contribute to this blog in various capacities, is among the counsel on an amicus brief in support of the petitioner in this case.]

At The George Washington Law Review’s On the Docket blog, Alan Morrison finds “more good news than bad in [last] week’s redistricting decisions” in two partisan-gerrymandering cases, Gill v. Whitford and Benisek v. Lamone, both of which the justices sent back to the lower courts without reaching the merits, “even though they are a temporary setback in ending the practice.” Additional commentary comes from Kenneth Jost at Jost on Justice. Counting to 5 (podcast) features a discussion of the case.

At The National Law Review, Kim Rinehart and others discuss Lozman v. City of Riviera Beach, in which the justices revived a First Amendment retaliatory-arrest claim and “remanded his case for consideration of whether retaliation was in fact a but-for cause of [Lozman’s] arrest and whether the arrest constituted an official act on the part of the City.” At The Scoop News, Francesco Abbruzzino hopes the ruling “will be an eye opener for the local government institutions, when it comes to conducting meetings.” At First Mondays (podcast), Dan Epps and Ian Samuel interview “two-time Supreme Court winner Fane Lozman” – “the man, the myth, the legend.”

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At Cleveland.com, Sabrina Eaton reports that “[d]ays after the U.S. Supreme Court upheld Ohio’s process for removing inactive voters from its rolls [in Husted v. A. Philip Randolph Institute], U.S. Sen. Sherrod Brown on Wednesday introduced a bill that would make that process illegal.”

The Heritage Foundation’s SCOTUS 101 podcast features discussions of “the decisions in Carpenter, Lucia, and Wayfair and whether Justice Kennedy is dropping hints that he won’t retire,” as well as a “chat with the newest addition to the D.C. Circuit, Judge Greg Katsas.”

At Ogletree Deakins, Matthew Wholey and Hanna Raanen look at China Agritech v. Resh, in which the court held that the rule suspending the statute of limitations for individual claims filed after a failed class action does not apply to subsequent class actions. [Disclosure: Goldstein & Russell, P.C., whose attorneys contribute to this blog in various capacities, is among the counsel on an amicus brief in support of the respondents in this case.]

At News, Joel Dodge argues that the court’s decision in Masterpiece Cakeshop v. Colorado Civil Rights Commission, in which the court held that, because it did not exhibit religious neutrality, the commission violated the free-exercise rights of a baker who refused to make a cake for a same-sex wedding, “could actually make it harderfor President Donald Trump’s administration to carry out its assault on access to contraception.”

At the Election Law Blog, Rick Hasen suggests that Abbott v. Perez, two complex redistricting cases from Texas, “could well … end[] not with a major decision, but with a punt (as in Benisek) on the standards for issuing injunctions.”

At The George Washington Law Review’s On the Docket blog, Naomi Cahn looks at Sveen v. Melin, in which the court that retroactive application of a state law providing that divorce automatically nullifies the designation of a former spouse as a life-insurance beneficiary does not violate the Constitution’s contracts clause.

Commentary on WesternGeco LLC v. ION Geophysical Corp., in which the justices ruled last week that damages for overseas infringement of a domestic patent include lost profits for overseas contracts the patentholder would have obtained if the infringement had not occurred. comes from Michael Renaud at The National Law Review.

At Slate, Steve Vladeck writes that the Supreme Court has been asked to review a decision by “the 5thS. Circuit Court of Appeals (the federal appeals court with jurisdiction over Louisiana, Mississippi, and Texas) [holding] that, even if a CBP agent at the U.S.-Mexico border commits what one judge described as a ‘cold-blooded murder,’ the victim’s family cannot sue him for damages.”

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artistic-writer · 7 years ago

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Tabula Rasa :: A Prison Break Fic : Chapter 3

Authors: @artistic-writer / itrustyoutokillme and eternalcaptainswan

Notes: This has and continues to be one of the best, and sexiest, writing experiences of my entire life! It has helped me meet @eternalcaptainswan, a fantastic person, friend, and co-author, who I absolutely love with all my heart. At this point, we are basically in a relationship lol <3 you! You are the pineapple atop my pizza, the marmite on my toast and i have never had so much fun brainstorming and writing a fic!

Overall Summary: An AU fic that is canon until Season 1 end when Michael and Lincoln are exonerated of all crimes. The only divergence from the entire canon is that Sara was never at Fox River, because that was the time in her life when she was high all of the time. This fic is set 4 years after season 1 ends.

Chapter Summary: Michael tells Sara his biggest secret. And she doesn’t care ;)

Rating: E

Word Count: 5677

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The Chinese food had arrived and Michael was half dressed in some sweat pants, his bare chest still on show, the blue lines of ink rippling as he moved to unpack the cartons. He plucked a pair of chopsticks from the bag and handed them to Sara, still sitting cross-legged on the couch beside him in his white shirt. She had rolled up the sleeves awkwardly so they rested just on her elbows, but it was way too big for her tiny frame. Michael loved it. “I'm sorry this isn't more...fancy,” he looked over to apologetically and a little more gentlemanly than twenty minutes ago when he was unable to control himself. “I'll make it up to you,” he shrugged, taking one of the cartons and pulling it open.

Sara opened her own food and looked at Michael through her eyelashes. "This works for me. Now tell me, Scofield, what do you do? You seem to have an advantage on me." She nudged him cheekily and moved closer to him slightly, enjoying his company in every way possible.

Michael laughed and bowed his head, stabbing at the chow mein but not actually eating any. “I'm a structural engineer,” he told her proudly. “I design big buildings,” he mocked gently, giving her a roguish smile.

"So you've got the brains and the beauty? I won the lottery here." Sara chewed at her own chicken but started to regret her comment. What if Michael thought she was too forward?

Michael blushed a little, suddenly feeling very exposed. Sara was confident, and he liked it a little bit too much. Michael hadn't actually had a serious relationship with anyone for such a long time he had forgotten how nice it was to actually have company. He declined to react to her comment, instead scooping some noodles into his mouth and chewing with a smirk. “So a doctor,” he swallowed his noodles and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “You enjoy it?”

Sara rolled her eyes and passed him a tissue, already settling into the domesticity being with him. "I love it. I've only ever wanted to help people. I had a few.. bumps in the road. But who hasn't, hey?" Not quite ready to fully share her past with him, she skipped over one of the most prominent parts of her life. She felt comfortable around him and knew it wouldn't be long until she had shared everything.

Michael didn't push. He had his own demons but now was not to time to share them. “So what else do you do in your free time?” he winked, taking another mouthful of food and wiping his lips with the napkin she had handed him.

"I go to the gym, I take an art class once a week and just see friends. I haven't seen them for while, for obvious reasons, but they're all so supportive. Oh, and binge watch horror films." Sara wiggled her eyes at him, intent on surprising him with every comment. "What about you?" She finished her food and curled her legs under herself, settling on the sofa to face him.

Michael smiled again. He couldn't help himself. Sitting here with Sara felt so natural he had no idea how he had ever done it alone before. “Firstly you should know I am a massive coward,” he giggled. “So you'll have to hold my hand during scary movies,” he grinned, noticing his carton was empty and discarding it to the low coffee table in front of them. “I'm also deathly allergic to gyms,” he shook his head with mock sadness and pressed his hand to his chest. “So if I accompany you, I'll just have to watch.”

"Holding your hand, I can do. And you just want to watch me work out in Lycra. I know your game." Sara took hold of his now free hands and started absent-mindedly playing with his fingers. She had never had such an easy conversation with someone, never felt so comfortable so quickly.

Michael watched her hand in his and felt a sense of belonging he hadn't before. “This is so surreal,” he smiled at her. “I feel like we have known each other forever.”

"I feel the same, Michael." She followed his gaze to their joint fingers and felt herself blush slightly. Despite their previous encounters, this was a completely new level of intimacy. "I want you to know, I don't usually do this. It takes so much for me to trust someone. But with you, it feels so right. Yeah, like I've known you for so long. It's comfortable. It's nice. Really nice." She looked up and caught him looking at her, not bothering to fight the urge and plant her lips on his.

Michael kissed her back slowly. Sara tasted like soy and sesame but he didn't care. He lifted his hand to grab at the lapel of his shirt she was wearing and held her in place so she could not pull away. Michael licked at her lips, begging them to part so he could pursue her tongue back into her mouth. Pulling at the shirt, Michael fell backwards so that Sara was laying on top of him along the couch and his hands roamed her sides, cupping her behind when he reached it and giving it a playful slap. Finally he had to come up for air, and he hummed contently against her mouth. “This is a first for me too,” he revealed, trailing his hands in circles over her bare thighs. “I haven't had sex for a long time,” he admitted shyly.

"I haven't enjoyed sex for a long time," Sara admitted, rolling her hips against his slightly. She didn't want their entire night to be about sex; but couldn't seem to keep her hands, or lips, off of him. He fisted the shirt she was wearing in his hand and she grinned down at him. "Don't you like me in your shirt? You seem hellbent on getting it off me." She trailed kisses down his face and across his jaw, stopping at his pulse point to suck another mark into his skin.

“No...I mean yes...” Michael stammered, gulping hard when she ground against him. “I love you in my shirt,” he clarified, his eyes pressed closed. “I love you out of my shirt,” he grinned wickedly, opening his dark blue orbs to stare at her. “You enjoyed the sex?” his lips twitched into a sideways smile. Michael felt a sense of manly pride at the fact he still had it, whatever it was.

"I mean, I hope you don't like your neighbours. And I'm usually NEVER loud." She didn't even care if she was boosting his ego, she wanted to pay him compliments. "I mean, do you want me to prove how much I enjoyed it?" She moved her legs until Michael was cradled in the crook of her hips. She ran her hand down his back, scratching lightly and feeling the previous welts left there by her.

Arching his back off the couch, Michael enjoyed the feel of Sara's hand over his skin. She felt good and set his skin on fire, bringing it to life each and every time she tapped her fingertips to his tattoo. Michael gritted his teeth again, cursing himself for what he was about to say. “Sara, can we...” he gently pushed her from him and sat himself back up on the couch, his erection peaking in his lounge pants. “...It was nice, but I want to do this properly form now on,” he looked at her, frustration glazing his expression and the little man controlling his libido slapping him across the face. “I don't want to ruin this.”

"I'm right here with you Michael. I want this, I really want this. No matter which way we take it. I'm not here just for sex. I want this to be real." She trailed her hand down the side of his face, smiling softly at him while getting lost in his eyes.

Michael smiled cheekily. “The sex is good though,” he said, remembering the way Sara writhed beneath him with a bite of his lip. “But for real, Sara, I want to date you. Take you out. Show you things you've never seen before and never will again,” Michael took her hand in his once more, gripping at her fingers lightly. “And I want to be right there with you.”

"That sounds like a plan to me Mr. Scofield. But this is my perfect date. Just you and me, on the sofa. We can put on a film. I just like being with you, Michael." She laced their fingers together, his huge hands drowning her own. "I don't need fancy dinners or grand gestures. Just you." She lay back against his chest and traced patterns against his skin.

Michael snuggled down in the cushions of the couch and wrapped his arm around Sara, pulling her to his body harder. He rested his cheek on the top of her head and felt like he belonged. Finally. After everything he had been through, he felt safe, and as Sara traced the patterns of his tattoo Michael couldn't help but feel like he owed her an explanation. After all, it was a very large, intricate tattoo and its story was so infamous Michael was surprised Sara hadn't realized. “Do you like the tattoo?” he asked quietly, quickly flicking on the TV.

Sara stopped her ministrations and looked up at his tone. "I love your tattoos. They're so intricate and unique. Not to mention, fucking sexy." Despite their previous conversation, Sara couldn't help teasing him as she purred her last comment in his ear, licking the shell as she pulled away.

Michael exhaled hard and let his eyes flutter closed. “I designed the building they represent,” he admitted. It wasn't a lie.

Sara looked at him, her eyes shooting up to show she was impressed. "Looks like you'll be overtaking me on the clever scale over there." She leaned down to kiss at his shoulder blade, biting down lightly on the skin. She moved even closer to him as she studied his face, feeling like he was preparing himself to say something.

As much as it pained him, Michael pulled himself from her kisses and pushed himself to his feet. This was normally the point at which a girl would go running for the hills, telling all of her friends and family how she almost died at the hands of a criminal. Dramatic flare was something Michael could inspire in almost any woman, but he hoped in his rapid beating heart that Sara was the one to break the trend. He took a breath and palmed his scalp nervously, letting his hands rest on his face, hiding Sara's expectant look. “Sara, I have to tell you something.”

Sara moved to remove his hands from his face. She felt scared, but she had also never felt safer. She was usually a good judge of character, bar Colin, and therefore felt ready for whatever Michael was going to say. "I'm here with you Michael, I'm right here." She sounded as confident as she felt, and hoped he knew that. She took his hands in hers and kissed their joint fingers, smiling at him softly.

Michael didn't know how to say what he wanted. It raced around in his mind but either way you phrased it, it still sounded awful to most people. “Sara, I was one of the Fox River Eight,” he sadly declared, looking down at their hands entwined together between their bodies. “This tattoo,” he pushed his fingertips into his skin roughly. “This is Fox River,” he licked his lips nervously and finally looked up to meet her gaze. “I escaped. Four years ago.”

Sara racked her brain, the name sounding familiar. While the situation was escalating, it was at her worst time with her drug problems. She remembered reading about how it was done to save an innocent man. The look of pure regret on Michael's face filled her stomach with butterflies. What had he been through? "Why don't you tell me everything? I don't know what happened when you told people before, but I'm going nowhere Michael. Come and sit back, let me in." Sara scooted back against the pillows and patted the space next to her, hoping Michael would join her.

Michael let out a long held breath, rubbing his clammy palms on the surface on his thighs before joining her on the couch. He rubbed his hands together nervously and rested his elbows to his knees, watching his fingers as he spoke. “My brother is Lincoln Burrows,” he began. “And he was framed for a crime he didn't commit. When I knew he was innocent and in Fox River, I got this tattoo,” Michael turned to her and grabbed one of her hands, pressing it to his skin and tracing the lines hidden beneath the scene. “It's a hidden map. A way out.” Michael still lived with the guilt of everything that had happened, everybody who had died trying to help them, every single day. It was his cross to bare. His penance. “Everything I did, I did for family.”

Sara felt her heart break at the sight of Michael looking so broken. She took a few moments to process the information and then lifted his chin until he was looking at her. "I don't know what you went through, but you're not alone anymore. I want you to tell me everything. Not right now, but another time. I don't judge people Michael, and I'm not going to leave. I have things I need to tell you too. But why don't we head to bed? Put on a film and make out like teenagers." Sara moved until their foreheads were touching, their eyes locked as she waited for him to make the next move.

Michael relaxed a little and a smile crept across his lips. Sara wasn't running, and that was a good start. Michael pushed himself from the couch and turned, offering Sara his hand at the end of an extended arm. “Come on,” he motioned with a sideways nod of his head. “You have nothing to sleep in,” he quipped walking down the hall to his bedroom smiling to himself at the thought.

Sara swung their entwined fingers slightly. She desperately wanted Michael to know that she wasn't running, that she was different from the rest. "I'm sure we can come to a conclusion." Sara grinned cheekily, slowly unbuttoning the shirt of Michael's that she was wearing. She laughed when his eyes practically bulged from their sockets. "Throw me something then Scofield. Something that smells of you." She looked around his room, eyeing the minimalist taste that ran through the entire place. Only a few frames made the place feel more personal, and she moved to examine them closer.

Michael reluctantly untangled their hands and moved to his huge walk in wardrobe. Most of his clothes were dark, shades of blue and black with the odd red shirt scattered between. For more casual, Michael kept an obscene amount of t shirts that could only have been described as geeky. He smiled nervously and plucked a recently worn one from a pile, holding it out in front of him and imagining Sara in it. With a smirk, he bunched the material between his huge hands, hiding the Star Wars movie poster decal, and walked back to Sara. Michael tossed the shirt at her. “Here,” he said playfully. “I want to see you in this.”

"Anything for you baby." Sara shot him a wink and shamelessly unbuttoned the shirt, not breaking their eye contact. She slowly slipped the material off her shoulders and opened the shirt out, rolling her eyes slightly. In only her panties, Sara moved closer to Michael and looked up at him through her lashes. "Now, are you sure you want me to put this on?" She looked down at her near naked body before laughing loudly, throwing the shirt over her head and diving onto the bed before he could reply. "Care to join me?"

Michael stalked towards the bed, resting his knee to the softness of the comforter as he hesitated slightly, then reached forward and pulled down her scant underwear, discarding it behind him. He watched Sara writhe in front of him, unashamed and naked. Michael sucked in a breath, his open mouth smiles giving away his excitement when his lips twitched a little. “God, you're beautiful,” he exhaled hard, staying where he was and toying with the delicately soft skin on Sara's ankle with his thumb.

Sara rested up on her elbows, looking directly at him. She knew she should feel nervous; especially with how new this was to both of them. But even with her bruises on display, she felt like the only girl in the world to him. "Come a bit closer and say that." She cocked her finger at him and motioned him towards her, wanting to feel his strong body covering her own. She wanted to make him feel appreciated, wanted to prove how much she wanted to stay.

Michael's eyes darkened and he crawled onto the bed, trailing his fingers over the outside of Sara's thighs with feather-light touches. As he shuffled up the bed between Sara's legs, he pulled them open gently, coaxing himself in between her thighs. Michael fell forward, his huge hands resting on either side of Sara's shoulders where she lay on the bed, and his muscular back rippling under his own weight. Michael lifted a hand and brushed a stray strand of Sara's ruddy hair from her face, his eyes searching hers and he closed the gap between their bodies, resting his entire bulk onto hers and supporting his weight on his elbows. Michael could feel Sara's heart beat through her breast pressed against his chest and a wry smile played across his lips at what he was doing to her. “You're beautiful,” he whispered against her face, their lips millimetres apart but not touching. Michael licked his lips and flicked his eyes to her lips. “Exquisite,” his husky voice was barely audible in the otherwise silent room.

Sara lifted a leg to wrap around his waist, wanting to be as close to him as possible. She felt completely caged in by him, and loved every minute of it. She lifted a hand and trailed her fingers over his face, memorising every part of him. She started at his forehead and moved down, outlining his eyebrows and moving down to his eyes. They closed under her touch and she took the opportunity to quickly cup his face in her hands, pulling her head up slightly to crash their lips together. Her tongue traced his bottom lip, and was granted access immediately. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, and was rewarded by a groan from the god above her. "This is what I meant by making out as teenagers." She panted against his lips, their mouths touching every time she spoke.

Michael held her in place, pinning her to the bed and enjoying the power of doing so. Michael let a hand drift down the side of Sara's body, tickling the skin as he did so and being careful not to agitate the purpling bruises on her arm. He tried to ignore them but they felt hot and angry beneath his touch and Michael kissed her back with an urgency and love she deserved. “I'll never hurt you,” he whispered between kisses, his hand finding her curve of her behind and wedging itself between the flesh and the comforter. Michael's fingers gripped lightly at the skin there and he ground his hips into hers gently. “You deserve to be worshipped,” he rasped.

Sara gasped as she arched off the bed, moving her hips with Michael's to gain friction. His words had brought tears to her eyes and she wanted him to know that she believed him. Quickly, she used all her strength to flip them over so he was underneath her. Moving her body, she straddled his hips; grinding down on his erection slightly. "I know you won't. I believe you Michael. Just like I hope you believe me when I say I'm not running out on you. I meant it before, we can talk about everything through when we both feel ready. But I'm here. What we have Michael, it's real. Doesn't this feel real?" She snaked a hand down his chest and grasped his heavy length, pumping it slowly to looking for his reaction.

Michael pinched his eyes closed and relaxed his entire body beneath hers. “My god, yes. So real,” he hissed, gulping hard. Michael loved that Sara was so small and yet had such a power over him. It excited his every fibre and unable to contain himself any longer, Michael sat up, pressing their bodies together and pulling Sara's hips to his once more. Michael's lips crashed into Sara and he gobbled up her excited squeal hungrily as her naked sex skimmed over his solid erection. Michael smirked against her lips, nibbling at them and flattening his hands over her back, pulling her to him even harder, crushing her breasts against his tattoo. “You want to have a bit of fun?” He panted between kisses, shuffling them to the end of the bed and holding Sara when she threatened to fall backwards.

Sara looped her arms around his neck and placed soft kisses against his lips every time he spoke. Her cheeks hurt due to how much she had been smiling. "With you Scofield? Always." She smoother her hands down his back and trailed her lips along his jaw, stopping to nibble on his earlobe. She was already learning what he loved and how to drive him insane, and it made her feel beyond powerful.

Michael's jaw tensed when her lips met his skin, searing hot and branding him with invisible marks on every touch. Before he totally lost himself, Michael ran his hands down the outside of Sara's legs, cupping her behind with his powerful hands and lifted them both from the bed in one swift movement. He pressed his forehead to hers, staring deep into her gaze as he walked them toward the closed door of the room, only stopping when Sara let out a gasp at the contact with the cold, wooden object. Michael felt Sara's grip tighten on his waist and let her go for the split second it took for him to shed his lounge pants and gently lowered her so she was just touching the tip of his throbbing member. “So wet for me, Dr. Tancredi,” he teased, trailing his hands up the side of her body, kneading at her breasts and lifting her hands above her head. With one hand Michael held her delicate wrists together, pressing them against the door, fixing his eyes on hers the whole time. With the other he held her hips in place, stopping her from sinking down onto him. “Beg,” Michael growled, lifting his hips and stretching her opening with his tip before pulling away.

Sara hated being teased. Hated it with a passion. But nothing had ever felt so good. She threw her head back against the door and jumped slightly against his touch. Moving her head to lock eyes with him, she bit her lip at how absolutely destroyed Michael looked already. "I need you in me Michael. I need you to stretch me. I want to feel full, and nobody fills me like you. Make me come, make me scream." Sara's voice rose with every word, until it was almost unrecognisable. She writhed against him. She'd never begged for anyone before. But her desperation for Michael to take her was something she had never felt before.

Michael saw the frustration in Sara's eyes. He saw the tiny ripple of muscle on her precious jawline and the small pulse of the artery in her neck. Michael gripped harder at her wrists, loving how her skin came alive with his touch as he gently pushed her hips down and sank into her half way. Michael felt the pulse of blood rushing through Sara's insides and stilled, digging his fingernails into the soft skin of her behind and feeling his own legs shaking a little. With a sigh, Michael pulled himself free once again and let his hand slide from her wrist, down her arms and grip gently at Sara's jaw. Holding her gaze, Michael pressed his lips to hers with a teasing, chaste kiss. “Bad girls scream,” Michael said darkly, kissing her again quickly and pulling away so she couldn't reciprocate. Michael grew harder, his torture on Sara even worse for him but worth it to see the pure pleasure on Sara's features. “Are you a bad girl?”

Sara snaked her free hands around his neck, and raked them down his back, swallowing his hiss with her tongue. She bounced in his arms and clenched around him. "You make me bad. I need to be punished. Make me scream Michael. I want everyone to know what you're doing to me, how you make me feel. I want everyone to know that you're not alone." She would have said anything at this point, desperate for his torturous teasing to end. She wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything, and she always got her own way.

Michael let a small chuckle escape his throat. He was sure turning Sara into a bad girl was not his doing, but he was also sure he absolutely wanted her to scream his name again. And again. “What will you scream?” Michael rasped, biting his bottom lip and watching Sara's face contort with lust and wanton desire as he let her fall onto half his length again.

Sara felt her eyes roll at the sensation, but she knew what Michael was doing. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she grinned down at Michael. He was struggling as much as she was. "You can either stop torturing me and fuck me like you promised or so help me god I will finish myself off. And you can watch. Without touching." She moved her head back to see his reaction, wanting to know if she could wind him up as much as he could her.

“Oh so frustrated,” Michael winked at her, easing himself into her a tiny bit more and watching Sara's already hard nipples grow more solid. Unable to contain himself any longer, Michael leaned forward and captured one in his mouth, humming contently against Sara's slightly salty skin as he rolled her nipple around with his tongue and sucked on it eagerly. When he was satisfied he had tasted Sara's body enough, for now, Michael pulled his lips from her skin and locked eyes with her heavy lidded stare once more. “How do I end this frustration?” he teased, pulling out of her and only leaving his tip inside of her aching core.

Sara felt sweat gather on her forehead, her eyes squeezing shut as her head hit the door once more. Wanting to get her own way, she used her strength and pulled herself up to sit straighter around his waist. She reached between their bodies and grasped hold of his cock, so she was the one in control. She locked eyes with Michael and cocked her eyebrow. "I promise, I will scream bloody murder. I will scream your name so loud that it'll wake patients as the hospital. Just fuck me hard and fuck me fast, Scofield." She rasped his name, her voice husky and seductive. She slid herself down on his length and slammed the entire way down. She cried out at the sensation, feeling so full that it knocked the wind out of her.

Michael's hands grabbed at Sara's skin harder, leaving crescent moon shaped indents in her hips. His jaw clenched tightly shut and he felt his vision blur from the sudden sensation of Sara around his entire length. She was burning hot, wet and her muscles were pulling him deeper, already teased to the edge of their tether. Michael rolled his head forward and pressed his forehead to hers, his breathed ragged against her face as he began to move inside her, slamming Sara's frame into the door with a thud each time. Michael's hand found her thin neck and he closed a powerful hand around it, enjoying the feel of Sara's quickened pulse underneath his fingertips. His lips found hers once more and he swallowed up her squeals as he pounded up into her and pulled her onto his length at the same time, Michael's body smashing into Sara's already sensitive bundle of nerves between their bodies. “Sara...” Michael whimpered her name against the corner of her mouth, the one word revealing everything he was feeling in a single syllable; love, passion, want, desire. Michael had never felt so intense and Sara's screams only made him thrust into her harder and faster.

Sara was torn. She wanted to fall over the edge but she wanted this feeling to never end. She felt the relief wash over her at being so full. Her back hit the door with each hard thrust from Michael. It was bordering on painful but she welcomed the sensation with open arms. She gripped onto Michael's shoulders, lowering her head to bite into his shoulder. She knew he wanted her to scream, but she wanted him to work for it even more. She was so close to the edge, determined to make him come first by clenching and unclenching around him. "Michael," She whimpered, needing to say something as she lapped at the mark she had made on his shoulder.

“I want to come...” Michael whispered on a shaky breath, his eyes pinched tightly closed and his stomach beginning to fall away from him. Michael pressed his bulk into Sara's, stilling her body against the panel of the door as he pounding into her relentlessly. Michael rested his arms beside Sara's head, brushing the hair from her face with a quivering hand and capturing her lips for another searing kiss. There was no space between them, Michael's huge, slightly damp bulk holding Sara up against the door. Michael's voice changed from his sultry commanding tone to a softer plea as he stared directly into Sara's soul with his blue orbs. “...Come with me,” he begged.

Sara caught his eye contact and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. She felt herself fall apart and decided to give Michael what he desired as she began to see stars. "Michael. Oh my god. I'm going to come. Nobody has ever made me feel like this. I'm so full, you're so big. I want this to never end. Shit, Scofield. I'm coming. Michael. Michael!" She screamed his name, slamming her head back against the door as she finally gave in to her orgasm. Her eyes were shut so tight that she saw white dots, her body still cooperating as she clenched around him.

Hearing Sara scream his name as she came was enough for Michael and he couldn't hold back his orgasm anymore. Sara's muscles gripped harder at his erection and she became even tighter, the sensation pushing Michael over the edge. “Fuck...” he rasped, his words as shaky as his legs as he came, spilling his essence into her and losing himself in the process. Michael rested his head on Sara's bare, heaving chest as he stilled, leaving himself inside of her and panting quickly against her dewy skin. “Fuck...” he chuckled, pressing his lips to the valley of her breasts and relaxing the grip he had on her behind.

Sara felt him soften inside her, not quite ready to let go. Michael's legs gave out and they fell to the floor, still joined together as they landed in a heap. She stroked her hands over his head as she held him to her chest, kissing any patch of his skin she could reach. "I don't need sleep. A power nap and I'll be ready to go again." Sara added cheekily, wincing when Michael finally pulled out of her. She moved to rest more comfortably against his chest, nuzzling into his neck and basking in the smell that was so masculine and so Michael.

“Insatiable,” Michael laughed, knowing full well they were both just that. “Let's get you more comfortable,” he said. With his last reserves of energy, Michael scooped Sara up into his powerful arms and walked them back over to the bed. He laid Sara down gently, planting a kiss to the tip of her nose before climbing into the dark blue sheets beside her. Michael propped himself up against the pillows, half sitting, and threw a tattooed arm around Sara's frame, pulling her closer to his chest. “I didn't hurt you did I?” he prodded gently, tracing lines up and down her arm lazily.

Sara grabbed onto Michael's hand and laced their fingers together, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. She lifted so they were eye level and smiled at him softly. "You could never hurt me. I know that. I trust you, Michael. I know it's crazy and this is moving so fast, but you made me feel safe. I feel so safe in your arms, it's never been like that before." She nuzzled into his neck and kissed his pulse point there.

Michael smiled and pulled her to him tighter, enjoying the feel of her lips on his skin. Whirlwind didn't even begin to describe the last day. Never in a million years would Michael think he would have found someone who accepted him and his past. So far, Sara looked like she would be that person, and Michael never wanted to let her go. “You are safe with me,” Michael turned his face to look down at her head resting on his chest. “I promise.”

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Liquid Lipstick Lovers, Rejoice: ASOS Is Having A Huge Beauty Sale

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What is a Bill of Sale – Contents, Types, and Difference From Invoice

When you purchase goods from a store, the seller is given a written acknowledgment of the goods purchased- this is called the bill of sale. Typically, it contains the date of purchase, location, a number of goods purchased, total payable amount, description of goods, and the name of the purchaser. Sometimes when you need to replace any particular item, you need to show the bill to the seller as it proves that the item was bought from his store. They help in minimizing frauds and malpractices. Instead of printing forms, one can download free bill of sale forms and after customizing it as per requirements, use it for daily dealings.

Types –

1. Absolute- It means that the transfer of tangible or non-tangible goods is complete, no payments are due. With complete payment, the transaction closes. It is “conditional for the sale” of movable and not- movable goods. 2. Conditional- Mainly used in property matters, the seller demands collateral from the purchaser till the time complete payment is done. Nonpayment of overdue amount gives power to the seller to claim full ownership of the collateral.

Difference From Invoice-

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Penis Health Sex Tips for Busy Lovers

Text the boss. Answer emails. Pick up the kids. Buy groceries. Pay bills. People today are busier than they’ve ever been – arguably, too busy. Certainly, when couples find themselves too busy for sex, something has to give. Assuming a guy has maintained proper penis care and the issue is availability rather than ability, men (and their partners) may find these tips valuable as a way of helping busy lovers make time for sex – and by extension, better penis health.

Start the day right

Most guys assume this means getting in a quick one before work – and, hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. But most busy couples feel a little too time-pressed for that. Instead, couples need to make some time just to be together. An ideal way is to set the alarm for, say, five minutes earlier than usual. When the alarm goes off, just wrap arms around each other and cuddle up for a few minutes. A little nuzzling and kissing are good, but it’s more about just being together.

Get clean together

After a few days of cuddling in the mornings set the alarm 10 minutes earlier every so often and take a shower together as well. Again, this doesn’t have to include actual sex – although it’s fine if it does. But it’s more about being naked together, running hands along each other’s bodies. Sure, it may mean that someone – especially the guy – may get aroused and feel a little frustrated if there’s no time to act on that arousal. But it may also make a couple more committed to setting aside time when they can fulfill each other.

Keep it up during the day

Even if there’s been no time to plan for sex, keep reminding the partner of how much they matter. Playful (or suggestive) little texts, an email with a link to something that interests them, a quick phone call – all this can help keep both parties feeling connected and anxious to share themselves more fully.

Schedule it

Sure, making an appointment for sex seems not-so-sexy. But not having sex at all is the ultimate not-so-sexy. The most basic of tips for busy people is to make an unbreakable date and time and keep to it. It may mean getting the kids out of the house, skipping the gym, letting the boys have their night out on their own, turning the cell phone off – some kind of sacrifice needs to be made. But it is worth it.

Enjoy it

This may seem unnecessary, but a surprising number of busy lovers put so much pressure on actually getting to have sex that they don’t enjoy it when they do. Make the evening relaxed and fun. Don’t worry about whether there will be an orgasm – or even necessarily if there will be penetration. Let the night be about getting back in touch with someone important and exploring their physical and emotional self. Go in without expectations and enjoy whatever comes along in whatever form.

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Alpharetta Restaurant – Portabella’s Fans Rejoice

After many years of taste bud deprivation by Portabella’s fans, Michael Field, operator of the former Portabella’s Pantry in downtown Alpharetta, is opening a new restaurant in the Roswell Mill area.

For the past two years, Field has been searching for the right location to open another boutique restaurant catering to his gourmet touch in a bakery, sandwich, and soup cuisines.

His new restaurant will be called Wildflour, and is at 555 South Atlanta St., in the Founder’s Square Shopping Center in Roswell. He plans to open Oct. 1st. You can expect similar taste with an upscale décor of crisp and refreshing colors; and of course, Mr. Field’s usual friendly smile to greet you at the door.

Field describes the restaurant’s name as denoting “where flavor blooms.”

“The name fits my personality,” he said. “My goal is to make my customers’ hour of lunch refreshing so they can return to the workplace with a great attitude.”

Wildflour will offer the bakery items of Field’s past success, but with some possible new twists. He has been experimenting with pulled sugar designs. The process involves heating sugar to a high temperature and then creating artful designs to adorn his bakery creations. He plans to integrate this artwork into some of his bakery items to create some winning concepts.

Open for lunch Lovers at the beginning, and later for breakfast, Field also envisions doing dinner Rejoice if his customers demand it. And judging by his last location, his customers will demand it quite often.Sale

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