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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 5:38 pm
Waylon continued to drive, his patients wearing thin n the traffic "I'm sure the sky is blue, beyond all the smog in the sky." Waylon drove passed the Park as they continued their way to the Princess "I just have trouble believing everything you say because you're a teasing trollop."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:45 am
Pamela leaned over and ran her hands over Waylon's lap. "Since I'm such a trollop, I'll act like one." Her voice was sinister.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:05 am
Waylon stiffened when Pamela touched him "when did you ever stop being one?" Gripping the wheel, Waylon's clawed hand lightly grabbed her wrist "not when I'm driving. I just got the bullet holes patched up, I don't need it scratched so soon."
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:45 am
She gave a soft chuckle, obeying him. Waylon was infatuated with his car. "Sweetheart, in order for me to be a trollop I must go through with my sexual advances at you. Am I a tease? Yes. A frigid tease? Perhaps, but I'm no trollop since you and I have never explored nocturnal activies together."
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:32 am
"The only way I'd let you do that is if Helena herself asked me to and even then I'd have reservations. Tease with her, your lab play things, or even that freak at the shop in China town, but don't tease with me." His car jerked to a halt in the private Garage behind the Purple Princess, turning off the engine, Waylon stepped out of the car.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 1:27 pm
She crossed her arms. She'd almost forgotten about the wierd shop owner. She shook her head. "There's no teasing a man like that." She said simply, stepping out the car. "Waylon darling, you better be more gentle on your breaks before you turn your car into a lemon."
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 1:49 pm
Waylon walked with Pamela to the elevator "stresses of the road and all that, can't be helped." He smirked as they reached the top floor to Helena's private room. "Boss?" Waylon looked around the room, noting that the crime boss's lounge chair was vacant as was her traditional glass of wine.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 2:43 pm
Pamela looked into a large mirror, fluffing her hair. "Helena darling, I brought back your pet. I've house broken him for you."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 3:10 pm
Waylon knocked on the door to Helena's bedroom "boss?" Opening the door, Waylon couldn't believe what he was seeing. Helena was still asleep in her bed, cuddling up to a pillow "you've got to be kidding me."
Drawn out of her sleep by the sounds of voices, Helena slowly sat up, wearing a purple silk nightie that left little to the imagination, her shoulder length dark brown hair flowed freely but wasn't knotted or tangled from sleep "Waylon? You're here early, I would've guessed that you let Ms. Isley sleep in after her eventful day."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 5:20 pm
Pamela pushed past Waylon and let out a startled gasp. Rage filled her emerald green eyes as she grabbed her clutch and began attacking his muscular, scaled arm. "What was that about you and Helena starting your mornings early?! Damn it Waylon! That could be me right now!" She growled.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 5:28 pm
Helena smirked and covered her mouth to yawn "we usually are early birds, Pamela, but I thought it be best to let you sleep in. I didn't expect Waylon would be so punctual."
Waylon raised his arms up to shield himself from Pamela's beating "okay okay, honest mistake I didn't know."
Helena climbed out of bed and grabbed her long robe "well early wake up call aside, I trust you slept well, Pam?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:19 am
She crossed her arms like a small spoiled child. "You should have put it in the note."
She took a deep breath and smoothed her clothes and hair. "Go make me a screwball Waylon," she tried to make her voice sound as nice as possible, too angry to say 'please'.
"No, I didn't, darling," she sat on the edge of the bed. "A scaled alarm clock pestered me."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 10:22 am
((I assume a screwball is a drink...))
Waylon growled and went to get her drink.
Helena tied her sash around her waist "well maybe if you 'tired him out' last night, he might have slept in with you." Walking to her vanity, Helena sat down and started to brush her hair.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 5:03 pm
Pamela shook her head giving a small scoff. "Not all German's are into beastiality darling and I tired him out in my own way. Ask him all about it."
((I think it's vodka and orange juice XD))
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2012 5:13 pm
Helena giggled as she applied her perfume "well I'm glad you had fun in your own way. How was Mr. Sage? I told you he was an Odd Ball of a man." Once she smelled of a heavenly dose of lavender, Helena walked to her closet to get dressed.
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