The Thanks I Get: HER Journey

About two months ago I tweeted about HER. The cold, heartless, soulless bitch and how she wouldn’t even look at me much less make out with me.
When all I was doing was bringing her to  a place that could patch up her shame.
(Wouldn’t it be nice if we all had that kind of haven?)
 Guiding her to the place where she would be restored so she could reclaim her position of prominence with some dignity and grace.
But all I got in return was HER cold shoulder.

On a beautiful early fall day there was a chill in the air, the leaves still green, still on the trees. The entry door closed with the heat turned up a bit to ward of the dampness of an old building.
A couple enters into the boutique innocently looking for something to warm the cockles of their hearts.
How would they know the horror that would befall them the moment they crossed the threshold?
How could they be prepared?
They couldn’t.
And I, alone in the office waiting with bated breath for SOMETHING….ANYTHING to happen, was startled off of my lazy ass when I heard the calamity happening…the struggle, the thump, the screams of horror.
And then the aftermath.
An Elderly Man picking up the sloppy mess of HER.
The Elderly Man’s wife looking on.
Me, The Vapid Blonde, leaping up from my office chair, slow motion sprinting though the store to see what the ruckus is.
I happen upon the chaos.
The Elderly Man clinging to HER.
HER right arm dangling.
Me grabbing her out of the Elderly Man’s hands.
I tell him to let go.
I will take care of HER as I always do.
As I always will.
I whisk HER in the back.
I take off HER clothes.
I inspect HER.
She is…
beyond repair.
I think with a heavy heart.
Beyond my realm of expertise.
I can’t help HER, but I know who can.
I make arrangements.
I take HER home.
I store the rest of HER. I save HER.
And the thanks I get?
Almost two months later is that she has no intentions of coming back.
I think she has found HER place.
She doesn’t care that HER arms, hands, legs and feet are ten miles away.
She has so much more freedom.
So much more expression.
In HER new home she changes weekly, if not daily.
Unlike life in the boutique where she might wear an outfit for a month, a really nice outfit that costs oodles of money that she got to wear for free I would like to add.
But that doesn’t seem to matter now.

In HER new world she has a following.
She has friends.
May have  found her mojo.


Almost two months ago I let HER go.
She hasn’t come back yet.
And these pictures are all with in the first week.
HER story is not finished and I have only begun to tell it.

Stay tuned.

This is just the beginning of HER journey.

52 thoughts on “The Thanks I Get: HER Journey

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      1. Wicked Shawn

        The most excited I have ever been was when I realized the mannequin at Sunny Daize Boutique actually had nipples, which I then touched, then insisted the friend shopping with me touched, then we tried to force her 19 yo son to come and touch. Oddly, he refused and might have called us, “Twisted bitches” or something like that. Eh, kids these days.
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  2. Tom G.

    Her scares me. I find mannequins creepy. I keep thinking they are watching us waiting for us to fall asleep, then they will go to the housewares department and get the knives. Seriously, zombies would be hella more scary if they looked like souless mannequins
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  3. Simple Dude

    Whatever you do, for the love of God. Do not let HER watch the movie Mannequin. Not because HER may get some crazy ideas about decorating storefront windows, or being free to roam the world or get a wild desire to fall in love with Andrew McCarthy.

    Those are not bad things. Don’t let HER watch it because it really, really sucks.

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  4. dufmanno

    She’s biding her time until the snow returns and she can be reunited with the ice giant.
    He can easily craft her some frozen limbs for wintertime mobility and rocking the love on the frozen tundra.
    That made no freaking sense.
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  5. Rachel
    Twitter: rachelchronicle

    I’m with Elly Lou. Those are some serious butt plugs. Which I find odd. Because it doesn’t appear she has an ass…

    Regardless, I think we now know why she’s not coming back to you. She’s obviously into some really freaky shit, and you’re just not fulfilling her needs at home.
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