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 Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 6:27 pm
Barnaby wasn't a bad sort. He still had a look like he was laughing at Sue behind his sleeve, maybe, but Sue was pretty damned used to that. And at least the redhead was making himself useful, offering all this help and stuff.
Sue's eyes glanced guiltily back over toward the lump under his pillow, the place of his not-so-secret shame. Good underwear ads, riiiiight....
"Monster trucks," Sue suggested instead. "Or hot rods. Bikes. Something." Meaning, something to redeem his manliness. And damn it, this time if he finished the magazine and was forced to read something less image-appropriate, he would ******** hide his Cosmo inside the manly-looking magazine so this embarrassment never happened again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 6:35 pm
"I can do bikes," Barnaby replied, almost too eagerly. He could spot a bike magazine a mile away. Hot rods and monster trucks may have been harder to locate, but he would do his best. It would be his way of making up to poor Sue for shredding some of his remaining dignity. (Though he was definitely sure part of it was Sue's own fault for his magazine choice).
"Tell you want, I'll do my rounds on this floor, visit your friend, and on my way back I'll bring you a magazine. Until then, I'm afraid you'll have to suffer through uh… "Twelve Sexy Christmas Presents That Your Man Want'." How had he even remembered that? Wait, he didn't even want to know the answer to that one. It was one of those things better left unsaid.
With a grin he whistled for his dog, who shot Sue one last look, before the pair of them headed out of the room and down the hall. It was time to look for this "Yahya."
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