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 Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 9:28 pm
He had been on his way out when she said that she could show him, which made him turn his head back and scoff. "Please. Make up your ******** mind. I don't need to toss a hotdog down a hallway that badly."
Maybe he was a little butthurt, still, from being called a virgin.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 10:04 pm
"A hot dog in a - " She just got it. It was her kind of funny, and it made her snicker, just once. She leveled a cold glare at him, and shook her head. "I already have made up my mind. Just waiting on you to stop being such a chicken s**t." She'd insulted him with such sweet, sultry tone, that it sounded less like an insult and more like a come on.
Which, to be fair, was really all it was.
Did he expect insults to magically start working against her, at any point? Because they weren't.
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Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:39 am
"I'm not a <******** coward." But oh, how he wanted to prove it. Technically, he hadn't been laid in something like months, hadn't he, being in the pod?
Except, it'd give her the satisfaction of winning, and he wasn't so eager to get into her pants that he'd allow it. Not her, not now.
"But drop me a line if you feel like wearing a muzzle," Leslie sneered, and left for good.
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