Multiple Personalities

Tracie was so excited when she opened the box. It was something that she always wanted. Although she did not know what it was yet. She was soon to find out. It looked like it might be something valuable. Or it might be trash. Let us find out together. It should be lot's of fun. Or maybe not. Who knows.

Fred, Tracie's brother was always harping on her about her packages. He told her that they would bring her to her demise. But she didn't listen to a word he said. They walked on leashes around each other. It did not seem to change anything in their relationship. Fred was always backing his sister up in her misdemeanors. But that is what siblings do for each other.

Tracie needed her driver's licence. She was incomplete without one. That was going to have to wait for awhile until she saved up for a vehicle. Even then she didn't know if she wanted either. She enjoyed walking and gas prices these days didn't help anything. Plus it gave her a chance to exercise. And that was something she always need anyways. It helped clear her mind and release some endorphins.

The laundry had to be done, that was something Tracie enjoyed doing. Not a lot of people enjoy doing it, but she did. Ceasar trading and betting is just a click away now. Not the other way around. Bald heads are all the rage now. The way that they cut their hair is outrageos.

Her doc told her that her personalities disturbed him. That she would have to live with them for the rest of her life. Or chose to ignore them, Tracie's choice. She liked to eat hotdogs they were so thick and juicy. They reminded her of summer time on top of a mountain. All covered with cheese.

Paul thought Tracie had too many problems for him to date her. Love wasn't going to come any closer for him. Although he did want to stay with her if he could handle it. Snow was rolling down throughout their visit. And it was going to be a rocky relationship.

French fries were something that paul and tracie both enjoyed. The taste, the texture, and the subtle way it slid down your throat. Followed by ketchup and salt. It was an orgasmic feeling. And crunchy as well. Lotion would need to be applied to their course hands. As they did not know what they were doing.

Lip service was all they were going to get as they waited in the DMV line. The problem with that was, paul and tracie had better things to do with their day. All the other tellers were busy with other people to service them as quickly as desired. But that is what we seem to do in life, is hurry up and wait. No matter what we do its' always the same. As much as we desire we can't hurry it up. No shirt, no shoes, no service, is what all the signs say.

And at the end of the discussion they both knew that they had to work out their problems without yelling at each other. Otherwise it would be the end of the world. All the lights would be out. And construction would carry it away. The docs whisper to each other as if to say hello and how do you do to all of the patients'. Multiple personalities to share with each other. Or not however you stir the pot it doesn't much matter to the victim with voices in their heads. The End.