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 Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:04 pm
She sipped her freshly poured drink and shook her head. "Sorry dear but that man has no interest in me. He didn't invite me anywhere, I invited myself."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:27 pm
Helena sat back down "well are you going to see him again?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:54 pm
She shrugged. "I don't know. He has this monster that I initially came to see him set free but he had something else to do and I tagged along. He says if he can't get the monster situated then he'll have to sell it to a restaraunt so I want to make sure the little thing doesn't wind up eaten."
She looked at her friend suspiciously. "Why? You plan on brushing me off so you can spend some time with your cowboy?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 8:07 pm
Helena took a double take "if he does, let me know which restaurant so I can stay away. Well you plan on seeing him again, right?" She took another drink and shook her head "oh if I find him, you will know when I do. The newspaper will be reporting about finding a cowboy without skin."
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 10:00 am
"Calm down, I'm not going to let that happen to it. I have a discreet friend in Japan who can take care and see the monster is returned to its habitat.
She shrugged her shoulders, sitting up and going over to the cart. "I don't know, why?" She'd seen some pretty messed up stuff with him that she didn't take too well, he might not invite her back thinking she was too weak minded for his work.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 9:47 pm
Helena pulled herself from the couch and picked through her food cart "I don't know deary, I haven't had nearly enough alcohol for today." Helena pulled a second bottle off the cart and popped the cork, drinking straight from the bottle "Oh that reminds me. I have a client coming to visit me sometime soon, you should meet him."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 3:51 am
She shook her head. "You need a bed in this office. I stand to much at work so I like to lay down when doing nothing important, darling." She walked over to Helena and plopped down on the empty space of the couch. "Between Mr. Sage and Waylon, I've had my fill of your clients deary."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 1:16 pm
Helena sat down on the couch, laying her feet in Pamela's lap "I have a bedroom for that, deary. And this isn't a bodyguard or a faceless crush. He's... well he is under my protection in a sense. He's a polite lad, maybe too polite, but might be a bit to young for my tastes." Helena took another drink from the bottle "he's Russian."
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 12:04 am
She tickled Helena's toes. "Then why aren't we in the bedroom, darling?" She sighed like a brat. She then smacked the Italian's feet. "Keep him away from me and from you! Are you trying to get me killed by my superiors? I think I need to go back to Germany," she shook her head.
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 1:05 am
((So I dun goofed, the KGB were formed a good ten years after WW2, so he's just a normal rookie spy))
Helena yelped at the tickling of her bare feet "my my my, Pamela, shall I fetch your uniform and a crop?" Helena hopped off the couch and lead Pamela to her lavish private bedroom, with a large four post bed big enough to fit four people comfortably.
Heading to her closet, Helena began to undress for bed, and waved her hand at Pamela's fears "oh he is a sweetie, and despite his age, he's is good at his job at staying underground. If your 'superiors' find out about him, they'll just assume you've taken a new play thing fresh off the boats."
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 4:46 pm
Pamela scoffed. She followed her friend. "And what have you take the crop from me and beat me with it?"
She plopped onto the huge bed and gave a happy sigh. "This is more like it."
She waved off Helena's explanation. "Well he can continue to be your friend then."
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 11:00 pm
Helena stepped out of the closet, dressed in a thin sheer nightgown "of course, you make the cutest little face when your backside is smacked." She laid into the bed next to Pamela "Nickolai is a sweetheart, he might rub off on you, especially since he gets weak kneed for ginger girls."
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 6:52 pm
She furrowed her brow. "How would you know?" She challenged the raunchy, Italian.
The scientist groaned and burried her face in her hands. "The closest thing to a man I want to meet would be you darling."
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 8:38 pm
Helena grinned and crawled against the large pillows "call it a hunch." She placed a kiss on Pamela's cheek "awww, that makes me feel all warm inside." She pulled her hand back and smacked it across the German's bottom "hey my hunch was right."
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 12:44 pm
"Sure it does, darling." She felt the linger warmth of the Italians lips on her cheek followed by the sharp swat of her hand. "I have no problem taking you home as a prisoner of war, Guissepe."
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