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Blondie: Alright... Well... I'll...uhhh... I'll leave you to it.

Blondie makes a hasty retreat, closing the bedroom door behind her. Leaning against the door frame, she takes in a long inhale, a mixture of relief and embarrassment washing over her. Her and Alexander were one thing, but...he and Cookie? Not that Tootsie's speculations in the matter were any help, but it would appear that the housewife had gotten herself all worked up over nothing.

At her feet, Daisy looks up, her tail wagging. In Blondie's haste to rush upstairs, the dog had yet to receive a pat on the head...customary whenever any of the Bumsteads are out of the house for any length of time. Blondie rolls her eyes, the bright shade of flustered crimson fading from her cheeks. She reaches down and scratches the exuberant pooch behind the ear.

Blondie: (whispering to Daisy) C'mon... Let's go find that bottle of cooking sherry before your daddy gets home. Mamma needs a good belt.

See what happens when left to their own devices...at the $5 tier level. :D

Original Art by Hackman23

Commissioned by Phillipthe2

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