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It's Spring Break at last! I actually have time to to write and not have to worry about getting up at 4: This is a sort of "prequel", if you will, to "Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures", and centers around a particular event that is briefly mentioned in that story. I actually had this in mind for something like one of the Foster's "shorts", to see how Frankie would react if Wilt ordered a girlie magazine in the mail, and acted like it was no big deal.

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Whether or not anyone wants to believe that there is, or could be, anything more to their relationship than "just friends", you have to admit that would be interesting to see!

OK, the disclaimer thingie: If I DID own them, the show probably would not be finishing up its run at the end of this season, but unfortunately, I don't, and it is. Just one more screw… "There, that oughta do it," Home for imaginary friends porn Foster said out loud, to no one in particular, as she rotated the Philips screwdriver clockwise, tightening the last of the screws needed to hold the closet door hinge in place.

Just how, or better yet, WHY, Bloo had managed to remove that door from its hinges, and how he'd lost the hinges afterwards, making it necessary for Frankie to buy new ones, remained a complete mystery to that day. As Frankie was straightening herself up from replacing that last hinge, the front doorbell to Foster's Home For Imaginary Friend rang. Glancing at just one of the countless clocks that her grandmother collected, Frankie realized that it was right at 12 noon, the time that the mail carrier usually arrived, so unless she missed her guess, that doorbell signaled the arrival of that day's mail.

The delivery of the mail was a daily routine that many of the Home for imaginary friends porn residents looked forward to in earnest, since this often meant correspondence with now-grown creators, or potential adopters, or even just plain old junk mail that gave them some degree of happiness to read and meant that someone on the outside cared Home for imaginary friends porn they still breathed or not, even if it was only in the hopes of making a buck or two off them.

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For Frankie, the delivery of the daily mail was a mixed blessing; she always enjoyed doling out the letters, magazines, and care packages to the Imaginary Home for imaginary friends porn, but the mail also, inevitably, meant the Home for imaginary friends porn of more bills, and nowadays, it seemed, the latter far outnumbered anything else that the mailman could bring.

Opening the door, she could see that this day's delivery was about average in terms of quantity. Smiling, she accepted the double handful of envelopes and packages from the mailman, grateful that there were no certified letters for her to sign, that might indicate that some dept or another had not been paid, or that someone was suing the home or that something was in some way, not right.

Like most adults, Home for imaginary friends porn had come to dread certified letters, which rarely if ever meant anything good. Turning around, she saw that several of the home's Imaginary residents were clustered around her, eagerly waiting to see if today's mail had brought anything for them.

Must be nice, thought Frankie, to only see the mail as a positive and fun thing, and not have to worry about it bringing more bills or bad news. I gotta get to the DOOR…" Frankie instantly recognized the high-pitched, half-whine, half-demand as belonging to none other than Blooregard Q. Kazoo, the same one who'd caused her to have to spend half the morning replacing the hinges on the coat closet door. Shouldering his way through the crowd of other Imaginary Friends, many of whom were many times his size, the two-foot tall blue blob barged up to Frankie, reaching for the mail she still held in her hands.

You're gonna have to wait your turn just like everyone else, that is, IF there's any mail for you in the first place! Now, go back and wait with the others, and if I see something that's got your name on it, hopefully something that's not a court summons or another bill from one of those DVD-of-the-Month clubs, I'll let you know! Bloo refused to budge. Crossing his stubby arms obstinately in front of him, he shook his head and began speaking in that patronizing tone of voice he used when he was trying to take advantage of someone; "Frankie, Frankie, Frankie,"….

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Bloo looked aghast at her, his mouth dropping open like a trap door. She kept in contact with him and sent him letters at least once a month. Frankie smiled as she handed Ed Home for imaginary friends porn letter; it made her feel good that some creators still liked to keep in contact with their Imaginary Friends, even if they no longer could keep them at home.

Frankie continued handing out letters and parcels. I said, when and IF I see something with your name on it, I'll let you know! Frankie looked at the cover of the envelope. Frankie immediately thought, Grandma, knowing that her grandmother was quite fond of sewing, but a second look at the addressee shot down that assessment.

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A large, muscular green Imaginary Friend, with one huge eye in the center of his face, rather shyly stepped forward, quickly grasping the envelope and clutching it to his massive, t-shirt-covered barrel chest, as though to hide what was on the front. Cy was still not comfortable with others knowing that he liked to sew. Frankie smiled warmly at him, and Home for imaginary friends porn, "It's cool, Cy.

Your secret's safe with me! Exasperated, Frankie held it out of his reach. Now if you wanna pay some of these bills, you can go right ahead! Bloo looked stunned, clearly not believing her. Glancing at the remaining non-bill item in her hand, she added, "This isn't a letter anyway; it looks like it's a magazine of some sort.

Now, hand it over and we can be done with this little charade…" Bloo extended his hand, expectantly. Just to be sure that the blue blob WASN'T actually right for a change, and the magazine or whatever it was didn't actually, in fact, belong to him, she flipped open the brown paper cover. What Frankie saw inside the brown paper cover nearly made her eyes pop.

Her jaw dropped open, and the hand that still held the multitude of bills automatically flew up to cover her mouth. Seeing her reaction, Bloo became that much more determined to get his hands on the magazine.

Is it THAT good? Nearly bowled over by the force of Frankie's outburst, Bloo composed himself and brushed himself off, Home for imaginary friends porn. Once Bloo was out of sight, Frankie opened it again, to make sure she'd just seen what she thought she'd just seen.

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Yep, that WAS what she'd seen, alright. The title of the magazine read, Sports Illustrated: Annual Swimsuit Collector's Edition. Frankie had heard of it, of course, who hadn't?

She'd just never actually SEEN it, and had never really had any interest in doing so.

Looking at the cover, it was easy to understand why the publisher would ship it in a plain brown cover. To have called whatever the model on the cover was wearing a "swimsuit" would have been a REAL stretch of the imagination! In fact, it would have been pushing it to have even gotten by with calling it a THONG, and THAT was the ONLY thing she was Home for imaginary friends porn, aside from her outspread hands, of course, strategically covering certain upper portions of her anatomy.

Her mouth still open, Frankie turned a few pages, staring in absolute disbelief at the "come and get it" poses and beyond-skimpy whisps of fabric that someone euphamistically had labeled "swimwear".

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She was so stunned, as her mind tried to grapple with the thought of WHO had ordered THIS thing, that she almost didn't hear a voice approaching, saying, 'Oh, hello, Bloo," followed soon, by "Goodbye, Bloo" as it got closer, its owner obviously having just encountered the still-irate Mr.

Kazoo along the way, nor did Frankie notice the familiar sound of large sneakers squeaking on the hardwood floor as they got closer. It was not until the same voice addressed her, directly, that she paid any heed at all. Say, What's up with Bloo today?

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I didn't mean to startle you; I was just askin' if you knew what Bloo's problem was. He seemed awfully cranky about somethin' when I met him in the hall just now!


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