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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:52 am
Pamela shook her head. "I don't think your gals would intrigue him as much as you could. This is a man we're talking about. He's about as complex as Waylon. Appeal to that ever so exploitable trait of his."
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 7:50 pm
Helena rubbed her chin as she relaxed in her underwear on the couch "hmmm, well I could use them to at least draw him out, then I could take care of him personally." She downed the rest of her drink and used her foot to switch on the radio just in time to catch Greg Saunder's radio show.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 8:20 pm
She shook her head pacing back and fourth. "You need to stop thinking like a man on this one, Helena. He's always shown he's smarter than the average man, he's quite clever, and quite capable as well. You need to take this in your own hands and not be so hasty." She personally didn't want the man hurt. He seemed very nice for a goody two shoes he just happened to be hitting her best friend where it was personal.
"I don't think you need to take him out permanently you just need to take him out and distract him, darling. If he's keeping you company then he can't hound your men and your business."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 3:42 pm
Helena listened to the radio show, pondering what she could do "I first need to find out who he is, I know he'll come after The Huntress if he finds her, but he has no quarrel with Helena Bertinelli, so how can I interest The Cowboy in focusing his non-trigger happy hand on me?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 6:52 pm
She sat down and rested her feet on Helena's lap. "This my dear is where my expertise comes in." She smiled. "Have some follow him for a bit. Take note of the places he frequents. One day casually 'run into him' at one of these places. Show innocent interest in him and his hobbies. Kindly ask if he wouldn't mind allowing you to take part with him." She sat up and moved her feet from Helena's lap. "Most importantly: don't treat this as a stripper would a client. You have to naturally be interested in this man. He'll be able to tell if it's all a front and that'll put him up on his guard. Your genuine interest will take him off guard and he'll full obliged to sate your curiosities thus spending all his time on you and not thwarting you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 7:20 am
Helena lightly swirled her drink in her glass, listening to Greg Saunder's radio show, Pamela had many points but it all boiled down to finding out who the Cowboy was. She had to discover him without him discovering her or who she really was "I'll have to dig through some records, but I can find out where he's operated before, might help narrow it down."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 11:12 am
Pamela looked at the radio and grinned. "I hope there's room in your heart for this guy... though to be quite honest he sounds a bit like the cowboy," she said absent mindedly as she tried to find some clothes and some service.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 11:43 am
Helena laid her head back, enjoying the soothing voice of the Hollywood actor "he's played western roles before, but for all that is good and drunk Pamela, please don't compare that lowlife to Greg... or I swear I'll chain you up in Waylon's room and loose the keys."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 12:09 pm
She gave a silent chuckle as she seductively walked over to her friend and brushed her chest up against the back of her head as she leaned in and began to rub her shoulders. "Unless you have a spare crocodile anywhere I'd highly advise against it."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 12:25 pm
Helena relaxed into the german's hands "then don't make me get the chains and whips." She waved her hand lazily at the phone "if you want you can call one of my chefs downstairs for dinner."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 12:51 pm
She continued to massage and leaned down to whisper in the fiesty Italian's ear. "You better start giving me the respect that the elder of our little trio deserves," she purred before playfully pinching Helena's breasts, walking to the phone. "Can I call for some clothes as well? When Is crocodile coming back?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 1:12 pm
Helena sighed contently, letting a light moan escape her lips at the pinch "then work to earn it harder." Helena didn't even bother reaching for the glass this time, instead opting for the whole bottle "Waylon will be back whenever he feels ready to come back, as for clothes. Its my house, I can wear or not wear whatever I want."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:14 pm
The scientest sighed and rolled her eyes. Everything she loved about Helena she also hated. Helena never backed down. That was something to love and to hate. "When I wind up murdered and raped somewhere you'll regret the way you've treated me," morbidly teased.
She picked up the phone and called up a change of clothes for herself and her friend (should she change her mind) as well as some food.
She crossed her arms, irritated. "I meant the clothes for me you snippity cow. Go find your little cowboy and give him that sass. I don't need you belittling me, I got that enough in Germany."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:28 pm
Helena took a swig straight from her bourbon bottle "before or after I have them skinned alive?" She smirked and relaxed into the satin cushion "I have a closet full of them that you can borrow, or you could do yourself a favor and loosen up a little, let your hair down, loosen your ties, put a little spirit in you. Sure they belittle you in 'ze fatherland' but my belittling you can enjoy."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:32 pm
"Oh you, always looking out for lil ole me." She smiled, laying back on the couch. "My dear are you calling me uptight? I just happen to like the way clothes feel. I have a lounging wardrobe and I've become quite accustomed to it," she stuck her tongue out at her friend followed by laughing. Helena's imitation of her accent was always funny.
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