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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 3:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 4:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:26 am
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From her beach seat, Quint rubbed her head tenderly. Her head was showing signs of an incoming headache, throbbing pain, a new found dislike for light, and slightly blurred vision. Though the last symptom was likely from all the alcohol she consumed, Quint would complain that it was from the headache.
Half way through her sixth bottle, or a size N, Quint placed the bottle on the sand, but later dug it into the soft surface, making sure it wouldn't fall over. "I think I'm done.." Quint delicately said, not wanting to upset her head, one hand shielding her eyes from the sun, the other using two fingers to rub her left temple, which alleviated some of the pain.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:46 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 6:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 6:52 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 6:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 8:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 1:33 pm
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Though bothered by the bottles, Quint wasn't upset, at least until she felt a bit of her bust get a small petting. Her hand moved from it's visor duty so that she could see what was really going on in her cleveage, and through squinted eyes, Quint could tell that someone was feeling her up, reaching down from the top of the bottle. Carefully, she plucked the figure from it's perch, bringing it close to her eyes.
"Gatz." She whispered, almost expecting the entity to be the rascal. Quint wondered then what to do with him. She was going to try something mean -- like throwing the mini-Gatz into the ocean -- but then got a better idea. "Tell you what." She said seemingly to herself, "You can stay where you were, for only one favor." She paused, "You take me out on a date." Quint blushed faintly, "I...really want to learn more about you.."
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 1:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 9:01 am
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Thinking that only Gatz was playing with her busom, Quint relaxed her guard, leaning back into the chair. Another feeling tingled up her spine however, telling the buxom woman that there was another, this one deep inside the canyon, too deep for her fingers to pry.
So she went for a different approach, one similar to a technique she thought she felt before. Previous to doing that however, Quint's bats morphed into a tiny chair for Gatz to sit on. "Here, I need to take care of something real quick.." She told the miniature man, letting him down.
Once he was comfortable, she looked down into her clevage, and smiled. Quickly, Quint's hands pushed together the two mounds of flesh, which in turn shut down the amount of room, and air there was in the middle. She then pulled back, but again smashed her breasts together. She continued this action as if she were squashing a bug with two large, yet supple, rocks, talking as she did so.
"You didn't think it would be that easy did you?"
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