House wife, no more?

Today I baked cupcakes. In actual tea cups because Gor didn't have muffin tins and what is up with that? So I baked cupcakes and frosted them with pink and yellow butter cream frosting and added pretty purple and white sprinkles. I was terribly pleased with my accomplishment. I set them out over the counter in a pretty little display and then brushed my hands on the pink and white gingham apron I was wearing.

Are you nauseous yet?

My bells tinkled lightly as I hurried though the first floor, eagerly searching for anyone to force feed a cupcake too.

"Master?!"

"..bit?"

"glory?!"

Nothing. I sighed to myself and glanced out the window to look over my wild flower garden. It was thriving, even though Agrippa hadn't watered the daises and I'd had to rush in to save them, just in time too! I had cried about that, much to my shame..I had kind of sobbed. Those silly flowers were kind of the only friend I had. They were my esme! I ran my fingers over the windowsill thoughtfully and then wandered back to the kitchen. The house was clean, my sewing caught up.. there was none to cook for and no mess to clean up.

Agrippa was probably down at the docks doing all kind of political things there, bit and glory were either with him, kneeling at his feet, touching his legs, placating his moods, having lively discussions or off with other men being alluring and making him money and whatever else. I was left behind, again.

To bake cupcakes. Hmm.

I leaned on the counter, my forearms resting there as I considered this. I was left home in the kitchen, in the garden, with a rolling pin and pigtails and an apron. I had become ... Agrippa's housewife.

"Oh, no!" I bit my lower lip and reached up to pull out my ribbons angrily. Crumpled in my hand I tossed the pink ribbons onto the counter. "Oh no, no." I mumbled to myself. The apron was the next victim, tossed to the floor in a messy pile. Where was the sultry slave who had begged to be raped over a create in Port Kar? Who had so eagerly exposed herself to merchants and thieves. Where was the girl who had teased the men on his ship with a sparkly gaze and a blown kiss.

Lola the house wife.. can you stand it? Cause I can't!

I donned the silks I had made for bit.. a dark crimson red with a deep v between my breasts, a thin gold chain draped from one side to the other and over each hip where the silk was split. I left my hair down and darkened the kohl around my pretty blue eyes. I was liberal with the gold dust I brushed over my small frame. I left all the ribbons behind and brushed my fingers over the basement door as I walked past it.

I was flushed as I walked out of the house, a little rush of adrenaline from the boldness of.. well.. me! Behind me, in that kitchen.. I left a half eaten cupcake, my ribbons, my apron and the intangible Lola the housewife. She wasn't dead.. yet.

But I.. just might want her to be.