01-10-2006, 02:53 AM
"Indeed. Tell him I deserve a raise, if only for my tea and general knowlage."
He began to slowly move out, one hand calmly stroking Flynn's tail, the other franticly tickling behind his ear, his fingers darting and rolling through his fur.
Butlers, you see, have to be able to multitask. It makes the job much easier, you see, when a man can polish and dust at the same time. The univercity went through great lengths to teach young butlers to teach multitasking. Harry had, tucked away in the attic, entire ledgers full of backwards and forwards paragraphs, where he'd been writing passages backwards on one page and forward on the other at the same time. As a result, he was ambidesterous, however, the real multitasking was taught through a series of assult courses where the students would have to serve tea. This sounds unchallenging, however the tasks in the assult course were awfully hard; you see, the course consisted of a series of traps and doors, which one would have to deactivate with a series of similaitious motions. One task was a drumkit on which you'd have to beat out five certain rhythms at twice the tempo the tunes were originaly written to play at.
But let's get back with the task at hand.
Harry was a patient man. He was patient enough for a slow tempo, and cruel nough to neglect Flynn's cock. And so, slowly he went, in and out, and slowly he went, up and down, but the contrast of his ear rubs was nasty. One humanoid-animal he'd met in his youth, around three years ago, had written a song for his band about Harry, but then realised that the term "Greese Lightning" had already been coined in some musical he couldn't remember the name of. Oil, or something.
That's why Flynn should feel privialaged the Harry took his hands away from their current points of conduct and placed them on his hips, taking a moment to feel the soft fur, and then completly changing his tempo. You could've tied a pen to Harry, and dragged a peice of paper past at a constant rate and you'd have seen a huge leap in the wavelength. A diffenence of 23.47 centimetres, if you're accurate.
And, yes, someone had fallen asleep in Harry's slow treatment before, then the use of a contrast. They were wide awake again as soon as he began this, though.
He began to slowly move out, one hand calmly stroking Flynn's tail, the other franticly tickling behind his ear, his fingers darting and rolling through his fur.
Butlers, you see, have to be able to multitask. It makes the job much easier, you see, when a man can polish and dust at the same time. The univercity went through great lengths to teach young butlers to teach multitasking. Harry had, tucked away in the attic, entire ledgers full of backwards and forwards paragraphs, where he'd been writing passages backwards on one page and forward on the other at the same time. As a result, he was ambidesterous, however, the real multitasking was taught through a series of assult courses where the students would have to serve tea. This sounds unchallenging, however the tasks in the assult course were awfully hard; you see, the course consisted of a series of traps and doors, which one would have to deactivate with a series of similaitious motions. One task was a drumkit on which you'd have to beat out five certain rhythms at twice the tempo the tunes were originaly written to play at.
But let's get back with the task at hand.
Harry was a patient man. He was patient enough for a slow tempo, and cruel nough to neglect Flynn's cock. And so, slowly he went, in and out, and slowly he went, up and down, but the contrast of his ear rubs was nasty. One humanoid-animal he'd met in his youth, around three years ago, had written a song for his band about Harry, but then realised that the term "Greese Lightning" had already been coined in some musical he couldn't remember the name of. Oil, or something.
That's why Flynn should feel privialaged the Harry took his hands away from their current points of conduct and placed them on his hips, taking a moment to feel the soft fur, and then completly changing his tempo. You could've tied a pen to Harry, and dragged a peice of paper past at a constant rate and you'd have seen a huge leap in the wavelength. A diffenence of 23.47 centimetres, if you're accurate.
And, yes, someone had fallen asleep in Harry's slow treatment before, then the use of a contrast. They were wide awake again as soon as he began this, though.