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 Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:46 am
She chuckled. "My bellfry is my business, than you darling." She shook her head ready to challenge Helena's logic. "If I hadn't told him that I wished to see what the monster he carried looked like, he would not have invited me with him."
She smirked and fluffed her hair. "Wouldn't want me to infiltrate your government military and tear it apart."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 1:54 am
Helena smiled "well as the owner of several belfries, I know a way or two to clean them. As for asking you to come with him... he might've asked you if you were curious as to what was in the bag. He could have asked you to come with him as his way of apologizing for spooking you when he 'read' you last time." Helena admired Pamela's toned bottom in the jeans, maybe she should get herself a pair or two "I'd be more worried about you inspire a surge in recruitment, dozens of young and hormonal men see you standing by Uncle Sam might trigger a stampede."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 2:03 am
She walked up to Croc, rubbing against him. "What do you think, Waylon?" She stepped back and gave a spin.
"I don't blame him for that I blame you missy. You merely said he was odd, you never warned me to what degree!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 2:17 am
Waylon turned his attention back to Pamela, having gotten an eyeful of two young woman back in the lingerie department "I'd say you'd almost look good enough to sleep with."
Helena smiled "I didn't know what kind of odd you were used to to judge him by. If I said he was smart, and you met him and recited equations to solve the universe, would it have matters?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 10:08 am
She chuckled. "Oh, Waylon you know just what to say to make an old woman feel special," she teased.
She made her way back to the dressing booth and quickly undressed. "You Italians can find an excuse for anything."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 11:10 am
Helena smirked and leaned her head passed the curtain to watch Pamela undress "and you Germans, always looking for a way to... wiggle out of any situation."
Waylon stood by the wall "I don't think I have to do much to make you think you're special."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 3:42 pm
She giggled, slipping off her jeans. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about darling."
She licked her lips. "That's because you're special, crocodile. You're like a pair of boots and a purse I can cuddle and converse with."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 3:47 pm
Waylon checked his watch, noting that they had spent most of the morning shopping and it was now late afternoon "except I've got teeth."
Helena smiled and reached into the booth, planting a playful smack on Pamela's bottom "I'd be more than happy to jog your memory of what you could wiggle out of."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 4:00 pm
She cackled. "Your teeth are nothing more than a broken zipper."
She shrieked and jumped looking back at Helena. "Revenge shall be mine."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 4:07 pm
Helena laughed and blew a kiss to the German "that is debatable, Fraulein Isley." Helena stepped into the booth, wrapping her arms around Pamela's waist and tickled the woman's bare ribs.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 4:13 pm
Pamela shrieked as she tried frantically to slip off the shirt and slip back on her ensemble. "Stop it Helena! What if the store clerk comes?! Waylon! Get your boss!" She laughed between shrieks.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 4:23 pm
Helena smiled as she tickled her friend on her ribs and under her arms "I told you I know all your sweet spots." With the shirt off, Helena leaned up, placing small nips on Pamela's neck.
Waylon rolled his eyes and noticed the manager approaching the source of the commotion. Waylon pulled down his sunglasses to show the manager his eyes, making the man turn around and head back to his office.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 4:53 pm
The redhead screamed, finally immobilizing her friend, wrapping her arms around Helena, trapping the mafia bosses arms at her side. "You Italians never understand the word 'no'."
"Waylon! Get your boss now or else!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 5:00 pm
Helena smiled and shook her "I hear no all the time actually."
Waylon pushed the curtain back "or else what?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 8:28 pm
"Yes but your Italian hearing doesn't hear 'no', you understand it as 'yes'." She clung tight to her sinister friend.
She challenged Waylon's question. "Or else I'll live a long and healthy life dedicated to pestering you!"
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