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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:33 pm
"You?!" This prompted Dodson to actually sit up straighter and give Freddie another sizing up.
A sly grin spread over his face. "Well, ******** man, she must really be damn desperate." He jabbed. "But between Psycho upstairs and the freak...." He rolled his shoulders.
He grabbed another beer from the nearby fridge, tossing it at Freddie. "But ********, how'd it happen?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:49 pm
Freddie caught the beer and point at Dodson with his other hand. "Hey, s'not that far fetched..." He growled, but even he knew that the bar for receptive women was very low without any alcohol. Thinking of the story, he let it slide.
"You know how it goes... Jeep gets stuck in the mud, it's rainin' and steamy, and we're out in the middle of the jungle..."
He popped the top and took a large swig, just to add to the suspense. "One thing led to another... Didn't take much to get her goin' at all. Girl had it bad, man..."
"There's a certain point, y'know, when a woman just snaps. Goes sex crazy. You wouldn't believe the s**t she did... the noises she made..." He licked his lips as though he was savoring the memory. "And all over me."
He snickered.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:53 pm
"********.." dodson once again stretched the depths of his vocabulary, and over the course of the story, a lecherous grin spread across his face. The jeering skepticism was gone and replaced with more than a mote of jealousy. It had been quite a while for many of the guards on the island.
"You know what they say about bigger girls after all, eh?" Mike jabbed at Freddie with his elbow. "So it's true she's a freak in the sack? What was it like?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:03 pm
"Oh, it's true," Freddie said. He nodded slowly. He traced a silhouette with his hands, spilling a little beer in the process. "Those tits? That a**? More to grab on to, man. She was outta ********' control. I'm tellin' ya, I could barely keep up. She just kept beggin' for more. She weren't exactly usin' words, but it all said plenty..."
He took a sip of beer. "It was fantastic... somethin' to write to Penthouse about. s**t, I don't even have the words... You couldn't even know less'n ya experienced it yerself."
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:10 pm
A low whistle seemed to be the only suitable response to Freddie's description, followed shortly thereafter by another swig of the beer, finishing it off as he tossed it into the bin.
"I might have to try to get me summa that." Mike grinned. All possible consequences seemed to avoid his thought at the moment.
Having finished his beer, he got to his feet, stretching a bit. "But damn, way to go, buddy!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:11 pm
"Yeah..." Freddie said, grinning like an idiot. He took another sip of beer in celebration of the conquest that never was.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:13 pm
Mike gave him a wave. "Well, I had better head back. I have to get up at ******** 5am tomorrow morning for another sweep."
He grabbed a beer to bring with him, and headed off towards the barracks. Mackerson had to hear about this - he was the one who told him about the Squid-freak, and Dodson was eager to get the jump on him this time with this juicy piece of gossip.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:18 pm
And soon as Dodson was gone, Freddie killed his beer and sat down on the couch. He helped himself to another before heading back to the barracks, feeling almost as good as if all of what he said had been true.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:22 pm
About five days following Freddie's first gloating with Mike, Freddie heads to bed in his quarters, same as usual. There's no warnings, no sharply-worded letter, and not even a verbal communication or cold shoulder from any of the staff, only some very strange dreams that night. When Freddie does finally wake up, it's not to the normal alarm prompting him to duty. In fact, he wakes from a very deep sleep; the sort of sleep that makes your limbs feel like concrete and it's a struggle to reach consciousness. And the sight that awaits him is not his room. It's a room. A rather nice one, and certainly larger than his quarters that he shars with another guard. But not his. None of his things are there, and he's dressed in whatever he went to bed in, except for one neatly folded and pressed uniform sitting on the desk. There's only one other item that one other item in the room that isn't standard fare for a hotel: A small note on the bedside table Looks like you need to find a little perspective. Treat women with more respect. Hope you're a breast man. xoxo, Dr. Aubrey Lockheart There is also a certain soreness to the back of your neck and one of your triceps...
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 7:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 11:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 11:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 1:50 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 6:44 pm
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