Romans & histoires Farrah Fawcett Spray

It may or may not be convenient timing, but for God's sake, don't complain about it when it happens. Rule number eight: Cleanliness is key. Wash the damn thing! Standing under the shower faucet procrastinating is not considered washing. Washing with soap is washing. Scrubbing everywhere is washing. The cleaner it is, the likelier she'll want to be near it. Remember, soap is your friend. Use lots and lots of deodorant. Not to mask a bad scent but to bribe her to want to come near you. Even if those deodorant commercials lie. I've never been chased down the street by a pack of horny females, just because I used a certain brand of body spray. False advertising right there. But whenever I wear m

Perfect. "He'll visit. You'll be sympathetic. That's it." As she stepped into the shower, she noticed the bottle of Fresh Freesia shower gel. Jess was always leaving fancy gels and shampoos in here for her. Mattie started to reach for her own bar of Ivory like she always did but paused. What would it hurt? Surely one fresh freesia shower wouldn't spoil her forever. As she flipped open the cap and inhaled the light floral scent, she found herself humming "Love is a Battlefield."

“Where are you by the way?” “I am good. We are here at Gordy’s celebrating Elli and Clara’s engagement. Did you get my audio message?” “Yes, I did.” He went quiet for a minute, “What’s the deal with spray bottles. You want to suppress your scent?” “Yeah. Something like that. I got those from someone. And now the stock is about to end. I looked for them in every store. But it seems no one knows about its existence. They all look at me as if I am some kind of alien. Please help me find them.”

“What do you want me to do, huh?” She paused a bit before breathing, “I’ll go—” “Absolutely not!” “Conrad—” “It’s not an option, Skylar. Don’t worry, I’ll be back with Atlas before you know it.” I grabbed a spray can from the shelf and walked into the bathroom, spraying myself all over with it. “What is that?” Skylar asked. “Scent-cloaking body spray,” I answered. She raised a brow. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

I wanted to be cosy today. I gave myself a thorough spray of deodorant and body spray. Both were coconut and vanilla scented, and I hoped that that, plus my shower before bed last night, would be enough to carry me through until the evening. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, and walked straight past my makeup.

As she began to comb her hair, she looked at Kurt in the mirror and noticed his unease. "Don't bring that up again. We've talked about it several times. And I'm not backing down." Kurt remained silent as Farrah continued to comb her hair. He could only watch his wife, who seemed so relaxed. As if she didn't feel burdened by the evil plans she had hatched. "You are not thinking of stopping me, are you?" Farrah asked, looking at her skin care products. She applied a serum to her face and massaged it gently, believing it would hide aging lines.

I couldn't trust him with such information yet; all he knew was that I needed the spray to be safe in the royal family, to avoid them finding out about my deceit. "What you ask for is a mere thing," he said, and I smiled. "Really... I thought it was..." "I have a friend in the material department, and getting the spray is no issue," he said, and my eyes widened, and I sighed in relief. "When... can..." "I must warn you, the spray is far more powerful than the one you've been using. It numbs the skin, and it may have some backlash; hence, it's not advised to be used for a long time," he warned and nodded, though I swore I tested the spray, and I was aware of its backlash.

6am came too soon. Farah's knock always made me smile, it was just so... her. When I opened the door however, it wasn't just Farah, the makeup and hair ladies had decided to tag along. They hurried me through the shower and whisked me and Farah into basic hair and makeup today. Farah had picked out my clothes today, bringing me out a yellow floor length dress that we had purchased the day before. It was much like a spaghetti strap on top, form fitting, but with sheer and flowy short sleeves, and a sheer overlay as it tapered out from my waist.

She held up a small spray bottle. “What is that?” “This happens when there are too many males in one space and a girl needs to get some peace and quiet. Humans have pepper spray, I have peppermint spray. It’s icy all the time and if you nail the right spot. Well, it’s either a mood enhancer or a mood killer. Then this is my cinnamon version. Let’s just say eyes are the key and never use on humans.” “You are sick, and you can forget taking that bag with you if that’s what you are carrying. I won’t be sprayed like a disobedient dog.”

But nevertheless, she reached for one of the black-colored bottles and brought it closer, squinting her eyes as she tried to read the label. "Black Opium. Yves Saint Lauren." The label read, Mary shrugged and brought the bottle closer to her, sniffing the cap. It smelled nice, and Nicholas didn't say anything against wearing one. "There is no harm in a trial." She said to herself before she pressed the nozzle, spraying a generous amount on both sides of her neck and her underarms. Mary looked up at the clock ticking in the background, and it had been 30 minutes since she had been preparing. She needed to leave now. She walked to the door and was almost nearing it when she froze, rushing back