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Post by Keitoleinen on Apr 27, 2004 0:04:31 GMT -5
"I think the rest of your work can wait until tomorrow. What would you like to do this evening my dear. I am up for anything."
Keiotleinen takes the files from her desk and stuffs them into the desk drawer. He places a hand on her lap as he bends to stuff them away.
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Post by Adrian on Apr 27, 2004 0:05:08 GMT -5
"I dunno," Adrian said grinning, "but I dunno how terrible it's gonna be." He laid his body geltley on top of her and began to kiss her neck down to where her shirt met her neck. He looked up at her for reassurance that he could keep going.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Apr 27, 2004 0:09:12 GMT -5
For three days I had eaten Kasha as my only meals. I have not shaved so I look stubbly. My hair is a mess. I hate this. I hate this cold. I hate this work.
We are sent back down to the mines, where we work from dawn to dusk. Why? Why me?
We are sent down again and Alex and I work near each other.
"Alex, I am going insane. Rich people weren't made to work like this!!"
I start to cry.
A mean Russian guard slaps me.
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Post by Dahlia on Apr 27, 2004 0:11:17 GMT -5
Dahlia presses her body up against him and tilts her head to kiss him on his forehead. She bites her lower lip and leans back as his kisses glance her collar bone.
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Post by Adrian on Apr 27, 2004 0:15:17 GMT -5
Adrian took Dahlia's response as a yes. He smirked and began to ran his hands over her entire body as he kissed as low as he could before he began to snake one hand up under her shirt, tracing his finger up her stomach. He stopped at her breasts and ran a finger along her right nipple. His lips returned to hers as he grabbed the soft mound of flesh gentley and began massaging it.
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Post by Fascia on Apr 27, 2004 0:18:32 GMT -5
I can smell the fragrance of my god as he leans over me to put the papers away, his hair trails over me like a cascade of water. His hand is on me, the hand of god reaching down out of this heaven of typewriters and paperwork to touch me.
I clear my throat, which seems to have filled up as I sit here, and look up at him. His large frame dwarfs me, and I feel very small.
"I hadn't really thought about it. I am game for whatever you might have in mind."
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Post by Alexander Carnegie on Apr 27, 2004 0:19:37 GMT -5
"Just shut up Dinari. Just shut up."
Could this be any worse? Not only must I slave my days away, I must spend them with HIM.
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Post by Catherine on Apr 27, 2004 0:23:47 GMT -5
I grinned and set the dragon on a counter.
Well, he's cute, I said, petting the dragon. Want any help Mark?
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Post by Dahlia on Apr 27, 2004 0:24:39 GMT -5
Her body responded to him, her skin drawing up into goose bumps. She kissed him deeply, and took handfulls of his clothing into her fists.
She still felt young and naive and didn't know what she was doing, but that was quickly slipping away in this time of passion. Her worries and concerns were overridden by the heat in her body, telling her that what she was doing was so right.
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Post by Keitoleinen on Apr 27, 2004 0:26:07 GMT -5
Keitoleinen, still resting his hand on her lap, kisses her neck as she sits in her desk.
"Let's just stay in the office tonight. There are things I want to do here."
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Post by Adrian on Apr 27, 2004 0:32:07 GMT -5
Adrian slowly lifted Dahlia's shirt off of her revealing her pale skin, the pale skin that Adrian desired to touch. He broke the kiss and moved down her chest with a trail of kisses until his mouth rested on one of her nipples. He began suking it inteneley, massaging the other breast with his free hand.
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Post by Toivo Koivisto on Apr 27, 2004 0:32:21 GMT -5
Toivo decides to plant a garden outside the church. If this will be a rebel base, it would be useful to grow food there. Store bough vegetables are often full of pesticides, so this is an organic way to provide food for the rebels.
He goes to the back and plant hills of potatos.
He goes on to plant some peas.
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Post by Fascia on Apr 27, 2004 0:33:11 GMT -5
"I thought you said that we were done with work for the night." I lean my head to the side as he kisses my neck, the blessings of my god.
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Post by Nabiki on Apr 27, 2004 0:35:10 GMT -5
Roane and I searched on a computer and found some info on an elderly man named Toivo Koivisto. I frowned. Although this man believed in helping the enviroment, he may be a threat to the Ministry of Enviroment.
Roane? Do you think we should go after him?
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Post by Keitoleinen on Apr 27, 2004 0:38:33 GMT -5
Keitoleinen leans over her, kissing her neck and running his hands down her chest. His long white hair falls onto her lap and into his face.
"We could go if you want to, but I doubt you do."
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