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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:50 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:11 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:24 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:27 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:30 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:47 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:53 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:59 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:07 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:13 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:23 pm
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-hearing dames response, he can't help but to snicker, closing his eyes as he imagines what she looks like standing in his bathroom, dripping wet and naked- twisted
See, told you she'd flip.
-pushing the button that lifts the head of his bed into a sitting position, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands, pulling his hospital issued lounge pants back up around his waist, which was futile since they were overized and kept riding low on his hips. Sighing in disgust, he knew he had to figure out a way to get some decent clothes for him and his men. Finally, he gave up and looked up exasperated-
Good lord, did she drown in there? I'd hate to burst in there and she get an eyeful..... wait..... no I wouldn't hate that at all. twisted
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:27 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:38 pm
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-just as he finished his statement, dame walked out, overly paying close attention to drying her hair and avoiding eye contact with him. Smirking, he walks to the bathroom-
Damn, hello to you too. Or was that your greeting, coming into my room and using my shower while you thought I was sleep?
-goes inside, not bothering to make sure the door was closed all the way-
About damn time you came out anyway. Thought I was going to have to come in with you and handle my business. Though it wouldn't have bothered me in the least. twisted
-afterwards, he washes his hands, smelling the soap and shampoo she used. Licking his bottom lip, he dries his hands off and comes out the bathroom, padding back across the room to his bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed at the foot, he looks at the two women in his room-
Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of such company? stare
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:46 pm
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:58 pm
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