Vocab Story 3/13

Today was the day that Margret just wanted it to be done with. She had to hang out with her cousin Justin you lives in England, he was just visiting with his family. Mom was adamant about  it, she insisted and it "Allows me to chat with your abominable auntie." That's what Margret's mother always says when they come and visit, she thinks her mother really makes her do this because with her "Mommy and Auntie time" that's sooooo not working maybe if her and Justin became the best of friends maybe they too would get along. So Margret and Justin went to a Coffee shop to chat and catch up. She could smell his noxious cologne as they walked with three feet of space between them. He smelled so strong of it that she swears he could be a male concubine. As they seated she could tell that he had a flippant attitude toward this as she did. The one thing they could agree on. She needed a shot or maybe two or four shots of coffee before she could deal with his snarky attitude.
"So cuzz.." he said with a American accent " I haven't had such a erudite conversation with you in a while."

Online Vocab #2 Story

As I sit there patiently listening to the sounds of ruffling cloaks of the men as they shuffled and grunted eagerly for the council to begin. I observe the colossal towers that hold up the painted sky above us  wondering if the trick has fooled the precursor of the men I see before me. We are all on edge for it to begin , something must be decided or the nefarious Persian Empire will destroy our city. Our walls are not as impregnable as one might think. Then as a draft of hot humid air that sends chills up our spines saying welcome to your demise, a man walks in with already a charming smile. So we waited for him.... him to tell us if our idea was foolish and wrong. I sat there demurred, and unamused with him. The men sat there listening to him with supreme care and took no notice at all that he was going to lead them each to Hades. Of course they didn't half to agree with him on his plan, but they wouldn't. His sycophantic manner was allowing him to diatribe the council right under their noses without them ever to smell the poison of the flower. But as he walks around the room I see a wink of the golden eye of value flash and then a clink so soft that the very fear of it stopped him. As he looks around counting to talk to see if anyone heard, then his eyes lay on my smiling face. Then the real fear sinks in. The Traitor becomes mute, and the real fun begins.