Week 11 - Thursday

As Malcolm is now in Barcelona, playing with just Geoffrey and Nancy is a bit boring, so there’s some stories about other sims from around the village coming up.

Please accept my apologies for the quality of the text in these next few pictures. This is the problem I’m having and if anyone knows the solution for it, please, please, please tell me what it is. I will be eternally grateful! If I play in Fullscreen Mode the text is fine but I need to play in Window Mode so I can take screenshots of the text in the first place. Bit of a catch 22 situation really lol!

It’s nice to see Jamie and Tony getting along so well. Can’t wait to get back to playing with the Richardsons ‘cos they’re my favourite family! :-)


She ran her fingers across his chin, “Think about it though. Haven’t there been time where you wish she would be different? Do different things? I bet y'all sex life is pretty routine. Missionary, doggy, some random vanilla shit. I can do so much better than that,” Jolina’s free hand began to grab at his waist, “Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

He tried to control himself. The feeling of his defeat straining against his jeans as she touched his waist. When he felt her finger dip below the waistband he grabbed hold of her hands, “No. Nope, stop, that’s it.” he pushed her off gently, shaking his head at his behavior, “Not happening. I’m completely happy with my mundane, vanilla as you call it, sex life with your wonderful and much better sister. Thanks for the offer but no.” he slipped past her and unlocked his car door, opening it and slamming it behind him.

He made sure she as out of the way before backing out and tailing it out of the parking lot. She stood there for a moment, watching his drive off into the fading sun, “You will give in, Twenty. They all do. It’s just a matter of time.”


“This thing sounds like it’s gonna break down any minute. Why didn’t you buy a new one yet?”

The small bug rattled along as I'Chelle instructed her sister where to go. They passed trees and residential areas, kids playing in the front yard enjoying their break from school.

“Because I like this car. It’s gotten me a lot since high school. A lot of good memories attached to this car.” she rubbed the smooth, worn down steering wheel. Showing it’s age with discolored spots.

“Uh huh, well it’s gonna get you in an accident if you don’t put it down.” I'Chelle peered out the window, watching life go by before telling Jolina to make another left and they would be there.

“Not all of us are big shot designers. I don’t have money o just buy a new car and even if I did I wouldn’t.” She pulled up in front of the large building, parking near the entrance and turning to her sister, “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. I’m not a kid.”

“Then stop behaving like one. You are 28 years old, Jo. Act yo fuckin’ age.” I'Chelle hopped out of the car and slammed the door behind her, hearing the beetle shake from her anger, “I’m tired of cleanin’ up after you!”

“Then don’t!” Jolina locked her car in a huff and headed up the stairs to the interior.

I'Chelle’s eyes rolled and her hands clenched. She hated this. It was always the same.