Author's Notes: Thanks to Kayla for the existence of the JH Temple, Jenn for the title of this story, Jael for eating Skittles in the garden with me, Darry for a plot bunny for a part to this story, and the rest of you who encourage my smutty self.
PREMISE: I had this amusing little thought about what it would really be like to live at the JH Temple. I decided to write it as an ABH instead of about any particular people (and because I really can't write about myself)...except for the appearance of our illustrous list mistress, Kayla. The "you" in this story may be more characterized as a Recluse Obi Chick Club member, but since I'm the president of that club, that's what I wrote. *smile*
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| Chapter | Summary | Rating |
| One | The padawan confesses a little secret to you. | PG-13 |
| Two | You enlist Kayla's help in a friendly plot you have devised to help the tired padawan. | PG-13 |
| Three | You carry out your friendly little plot to help the padawan get some rest. | PG-13 |
| Four | The padawan attempts to re-pay you for your kindness but has an unfortunate encounter with a Sith Lord possessing the initials P, M, and S. | PG-13 |
| Five | Now it's time for a little confession on your part. | PG-13 |
| Six | You uncover the padawan's fetish... could there be more? | PG-13 |
| Seven | Well, this part is just plain weird, girls. I've no idea where this came from. | PG-13 |
| Eight | The party! (our Temple, our music, our drinks) And the aftermath. | PG-13 |
| Nine | A tragedy occurs, and you are summoned to the Jedi Temple for a mission of your own. | PG-13 |
| Ten | "She was a da-a-ay tripper...." | PG-13 |
| Eleven | "He's makin' a list, and checkin' it twice...." | PG-13 |
| Twelve | Obi goes to the carnival. (Angst warning!) | PG-13 |
| Thirteen | The birthday party. *Emmy ducks* | PG-13 |
| Fourteen | Uh... the aftermath, I guess. | PG-13 |
| Fifteen | Master pays a visit. | PG-13 |
| Sixteen | Obi goes Oprah. | PG-13 |
| Seventeen | Well... I had no idea where this part was going. And you'll see that. *grin* | PG-13 |
| Eighteen | OK, so perhaps Coruscant wouldn't have a huge Christmas outpouring or even acknowledge the holiday given their location in a galaxy far, far away, but OH WELL! | PG-13 |
| Nineteen | Take a deep breath... just relax.... | R [for language] |
| Twenty | Hmmm... I suppose this isn't an amusing little story anymore. Who knew? | R [for language and subject matter] |
| Twenty-one | Uh... The plot bunny has taken over the entire neighborhood. Help meeeee!!!! | R [for language and subject matter] |
| Twenty-two | Recovery | R [for subject matter] |
| Twenty-three | It's my story. I can do whatever the hell I want. | R [for subject matter] |
| Twenty-four | Smut! | NC-17 [for pure, unadulterated, shameless Obi SMUT] |
| Twenty-five | OK, here's the rest of the smut encounter. | NC-17 [for nekkidness and debauchery] |
| Twenty-six | Bring it on, Obi-Wan!! | NC-17 [for more smut] |
| Twenty-seven | It's the JH holiday party. Looks like jewelry is the hot item. *snort* | NC-17 [for more smut] |
| Twenty-eight | The big finish!! | NC-17 |