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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 8, 2005 5:39:25 GMT -5
Freak Boy continued, listening to her moaning and feeling a sense of pride that he's doing a good job.
She was so beautiful and this was proably the luckiest night of his life, despite the fact he had almost been shot about three times today.
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Post by Hoshi on Jan 8, 2005 5:43:09 GMT -5
"I know some people call it Hitila but I call it demon world. There is a special place there for fox demons. I come from the Eastern Fox Demon Kingdom." I yawn.
"This was fun, but it is getting late. I need to go back to Japan. If you want you can help me on the farm tommorrow. I like that."
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Post by Riku on Jan 8, 2005 5:44:35 GMT -5
I look at her. .... hitola... but that is the afterlife.... I look at her wierd before shaking my head. I stand up and smile. ...alright, so want me to teleport you back to your room?
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Post by Fenitchka on Jan 8, 2005 5:46:12 GMT -5
His tongue moves along and inside and makes me wet. I arch my back since it is so much sensation that it is hard to take. I gasp for air, and let out a large and throaty sigh as I tighten then spasm. I can't take this, so I pull his head up. I tug at his body so he knows to move upwards and proceed with things.
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Post by Hoshi on Jan 8, 2005 5:49:03 GMT -5
"Sure Riku, I would love for you to take me to my room. I am staying at a hotel in Kyoto, but I might look into an apartment if I stay long enough."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 8, 2005 5:49:59 GMT -5
Freak Boy complied immediately, wrapping his arms around her and inserting himself, kissing her as they embraced.
Freak Boy, this being his first time, didn't exactly know whether or not he was doing well, but he was guessing by her reactions he was.
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Post by Riku on Jan 8, 2005 5:50:53 GMT -5
I nod slightly and teleport us to her room, I glance around and then back to her. ... I see,... well I should get going,... if you need me, you know how to reach me....
I smile. ...good night hoshi, i had...fun today...
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Post by Hoshi on Jan 8, 2005 5:53:11 GMT -5
"Night Riku it was fun." I watch him go then I turn out the light and go to bed.
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Post by Riku on Jan 8, 2005 5:54:55 GMT -5
i nod and leave the room before teleporting to the shrine... despite all of the other rebels leaving it, I still found the isolatedness to be nice. I lay down on a futon and close my eyes, I always liked japanese culture
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Post by Fenitchka on Jan 8, 2005 6:06:29 GMT -5
This all feels very good. I breath heavy and wiggle under him as he moves against me. I dig my nails into his skin. I become hot and sweaty, and my body gets gushy from this. My skin sticks to his even.
We go on for a while. It is hypnotic, the motions. I feel at first light headed, then things feel strong and intense. I feel like I am burning alive, which causes me to wriggle and moan even more.
After a while, I can not even stand it and something has to give. I reach my high point and let out a low scream. I feel like I am convulsing and I can feel myself clamp around him in a series of internal spasms.
I then become very tired, and lay under him, unmoving.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 8, 2005 6:10:47 GMT -5
Freak Boy lays down beside her, letting out a heavy sigh. He looks at her and kisses her cheek before laying his head on her chest and wrapping an arm around her.
For the first time in a while, his thoughts did not drift to Bassarov or Red Infinity or even the FRA. His thoughts were all on Fenitchka.
"That was... something else." he says, panting.
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Post by Fenitchka on Jan 8, 2005 6:13:17 GMT -5
"Yes it ...was..well, goodnight..."
I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his chest. I close my eyes and go to sleep. This is the best day I have had in years.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 8, 2005 6:17:38 GMT -5
Freak Boy does the same, falling asleep next to Fenitchka, arms wrapped around her. He kisses her once more before drifting off into the land of dreams...
Dreams that are for once not tainted with thoughts of the rebellion, images of Stalin and Lin-Sat... dreams that are only infringed upon by sweet and peacful sleep.
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 8, 2005 9:40:13 GMT -5
Archetype 401's eyes flare open, two orbs flashing to life, burning with a dark red color. He can tell certain files have been removed, yet he doesn't know by whom or where.
He looks around and discovers he is back in the Ministry of Terror. He must have escaped before those d**n Rebels could get their hands on him, he decides.
Running through a systems check, Archetype sees that everything is in order. His joints are working proporly and he takes the time to reload his MGA and LRM P5.
Looking around the room he sees a missions briefs. Laying his finger tips on the paper, he immediatly transfers the words into a missions file, then walks out the door to stand in the hallway. Searching for a senior officer.
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Jan 8, 2005 10:19:34 GMT -5
Kautsky is elated to learn that Daniel decided to join the Democratic Socialist Movement.
He is so happy that he sends a letter to the young socialist student.
Thankyou for joining the socialist movement. As you requested, we will not contact you in person. Your safety is important to me. The first order of business to to discuss the history of our movement over the past 500 years.
Democratic socialists have been around since, oh, the later end of the 1800s. We are inspired by Marx, but feel that revolution is not needed. We believe that over time socialism can be accomplished through a series of reforms. We were the dominant political party or system in Europe and other parts of the world up until the revolution 50 years ago. Before the revolution, we had made great gains in improving the standards of living and providing for a more equitable society. Things were going quite well. We had many seats in national parliaments, and we used our power for the good of working people.
Then came the revolution. This was unpleasant for us because it threatened global stability and also threatened to erase the gains we had made. We were angry at the revolutionary socialists, whom we felt had pushed for revolution too soon.
Naturally, we sided with the capitalists and the national governments we served at the time. For to us, the state could be a benevolent instrument of mass prosperity. In the end, we lost against the superior numbers of revolutionaries.
When Red Infinity was established, most democratic socialists were killed by the government. For decades, we remained silent. A decade ago, the democratic socialist movement was been reborn in secret. I joined it, and eventually came to be the leader of it. Alas, I was arrested and sent to this dreary camp.
My plight aside, our goals are reform in the nature of democratization and in marketization.
That is all for now, since I must return to work. Please contact me with your questions or comments.
-Kautsky
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