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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:48 am
She ignored him and then continued reading over the page, her eyebrows knitted in concentraion. That's when she saw it, the white ruffed ears, and as she read it her own flattened, then she saw the smaller ruff around the animals chest. A black and white ruffed lemur?
"I don't even know what this thing IS...." she said throwing the book back down in a fit. She wrinkled her nose at the thought. "Other then it being something I probably wore at one time...."
She let out a managled whine of even more pent of frustration and then rubbed at her bandaged shoulder, the effort of throwing the book paining her some.
"What the hell m'I going to do?" she moaned into her her hands as she flopped back down next to Sid.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:57 am
He sighed, but short of just getting up and leaving there seemed to be no choice but to try and be reassuring. "I dunno about you," he said. "But I've kind of just accepted the fact that whatever happens happens. So why worry?" He almost believed himself there.
"It could be worse in a completely unrelated to television way... Hell, the fluff's not even a bad look."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:05 am
"Yea, yea....carpe diem or something like that," she said waving off his reassurance with her arm. At his next words she turned to him, looking fully at him with her hazel eyes. Almost brightening slightly.
"Think so?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. She moved in closer to hear more.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:10 am
"Of course," he said. "s**t, have you seen the other people around here? Scales, feathers, a combination of the two..." He waved a hand vaguely as he rattled off the list. "You're really very lucky."
After a pause, he added, "You're still a knockout, in any case. Anybody can see that."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:17 am
She nodded, "Oh believe me...I've seen..." Inside her mind she was instantly thinking about all the mirades of islanders she had seen thus far, each more freakishly abnormal then the rest. Yes, he did seem to have a point. At least she was becoming a primte...which means her change wasn't completely bad. But, it didn't make it easier. No, not for the swanky madam who'd once had everything. Just KNOWING what she was turning into was like a knife to her chest. and just knowing that THAT was what she was going to turn into, resemble...become...was like a knife to her chest. Yet still...
If she DIDN'T think about it then...well then the feeling would go away. And even after being attacked by horny and enrage octpus man, the brunette still hadn't learned her lesson. She moved in closer careful to do it to where her shoulder wasn't forced with her weight as she did, now this time her legs laid over Sid's.
"A knockout am I...?" she asked, giving him a wide grin.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:26 am
Sid smirked. "That doesn't come as a surprise to you, does it?" He idly ran one hand along her leg. "The way I figure it, a woman as beautiful as you knows it. Hell, I don't doubt it." He looked from Maryke's leg to her face, his eyes glinting. "But I could go on, maybe explain why in greater detail... if that's what you want."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:34 am
Maryke's hazels danced, still connected with Sid's eyes. She shook her head, her lips pursing a bit and one eyebrow raised. A very sultry look indeed. She moved in closer. Men, even at this age, were all the same, they were never changing. Like dogs all you need to throw them was a bone, or in this case just attach a 'r' at the end of that. Then they were eating out of your palm. The madam's business WAS men, and all types had come to her for assistance, wanting her to get them a girl and in essence she'd have to read them through and through to play matchmaker (or sexmaker as the case may be) just right. So she definately knew men, knew all about them.
"Mmmhmmm, you know what I want..." she murmured, pressing in closer and fingering Sid's pony tail, moving it around her hand a bit. "Know what I want to hear.." she continued.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:47 am
He laughed lightly, and in the back of mind he was glad he'd bothered with mouthwash and the rest that morning. "I could go on for hours," he whispered. "Smother you with pretty words, given the chance, but I wouldn't know where to begin."
It was all he could do to keep his smile sultry, to keep it from turning into a stupid grin. "So shall I begin with describing the entrancing quality of your eyes? Or..." His hand found its way to Maryke's o-so-perfect waist. "Would it be better if I just showed you?"
The things you had to say to a woman...
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 12:00 pm
She laughed, loudly, and her head thrown back, long neck showing every curve and muscle beneath skin. She'd heard it all before, and though this man was a lot tamer, she still knew the whole stitch. Though...like fine wine, manners came with age.
"Hmmm, I'm curious to see what you're planning...." she stoppde and leaned in further, whispering into his ear, "A name would be nice..." She hadn't remembered if she caught it or not, but supposed if he did give it to her then her mantra of figuring out what she was becoming made it slip her mind. Not that Maryke usually paid attention to that sort of thing.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 12:09 pm
Sid looked taken aback at the request. "Didn't I say?" He clicked his tongue, more out of disappointment that it had to come to that than anything else. "It's Sid. Short, simple, as utterly uncomplicated as the rest of me." He was renewing his headache with talk like that.
"And as far as plans were concerned..." His fingers very lightly trailed along her back, light enough to keep the callouses on them from being felt. "I try to live for the moment... See what happens..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 12:15 pm
She smirked a little at his phrase, suddenly filling her brain with mental images she really didn't want to see...ever. She blinked them away and purred out her own name. "Maryke..." She said pronouncing it 'Mary-ki' and giving it a hard 'r' roll. Not that he'd be able to grasp it, but it did do well to make her name that much more sensual.
"Mmmhmm," she agreed, twitching her ears and not the rest of her body when his hands brushed along her back. She found this, if nothing more then amusing. "Been with a woman recently, Sid?" she asked, cocking her head to the side some.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 12:31 pm
He stopped trailing his fingers and round and let his hand rest at the small of her back. "I'm hardly rusty, if that's what you're getting out" he said. The low, passionate quality dropped out of his tone, but the smirk stayed. "There are some things- some, ah, particular maneuvers- you never forget..."
He would have gone on, would have laid it on thicker, but his mind inexplicably changed gears and dragged the conversation with it. "You were a model before, weren't you?" His eyes roved over her once again. "I could swear I've seen you somewhere before, now that I think of it."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 12:36 pm
She audibly laughed at that. This guy was a riot......particular maneuvers. Unless he could make balloon type animals out of his manhood she'd seen it all before. But, instead she said, "That right..." her eyes, lighting up at the thought of toying with him some more.
But at the question she stalled. "Not a model, but..." she smirked, "Maybe you have...I'm a business woman of sorts..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 12:41 pm
"Oh?" he said. Playing dumb sometimes came too easily. Either way, he seemed content to let things drag, at least as long as Maryke was all but in his lap. "What kind of sorts?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 12:46 pm
She smirked, moving herself up a little so that she was now IN his lap. She settled then, using him as a seat cushion of sorts. "I'm a madam," she said seriously, "I pander other girls, and I get paid well for doing it...of course none of that matters here.....now does it...Sid?"
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