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 Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:45 am
And then viewer ratings on GTB suddenly spiked.
Because, ******** yes, girls wrestling in jello, mmm.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:27 pm
RRRRRIPP!
So much for clinging to the Carpathian's shirt in order to stay on her feet. That give was umistakable, and Ever's center of gravity was suffering the consequences of her failed attempt. A yelp pealed out from the sunkissed brunette as she lurched forward, falling jarringly onto her hands and knees just about simultaneously with the gypsy's own unceremonious landing. Her knees hit the slick surface of the pool and immediately slid apart, forcing her bare legs into an awkward bent-knee split.
Ever scrambled to gain some composure while kneeling there in the slop, sparing a blink for the torn scrap of stained-green cotton in her hand. Her cheeks pinkened a bit. "Whoops," she started to say, but barely got the chance to get the word out before she felt slender digits sliding underneath her bikini bottoms, copping an accidental feel of the mariner's voluptuous backside.
"Whoa!" She cried out, a peal of embarrassed, nervous laughter breaking from her lips as her right hand immediately dropped its souvenir and flew behind her to curl into the back of her drawers, tugging upwards and keeping herself (hopefully!) covered despite the gypsy's offending fingers. Ever rolled sideways as she did this, finding herself back to the ground once again and attempting to straddle Nox's waist with a sort of scissor hold from those toned, golden legs. It was a move she'd tried already, but Ever often chose to rely on the strength of her legs over upper body strength. Years asea had made those stems of hers one of the sailor's greatest attribute, and not just for looking at at.
If successful, Ever would tighten her abdominals and stretch her arms outward to circle around Nox's neck and draw herself up. It was a narrow shot, to be sure, but if she could get into the Carpathian's lap then she could try and get her on her back.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 7:36 pm
As Brian pays iZac for the guns and ammo, he looks over to the center of the expo, and Carolyn starts dragging him out, taking the Dragunov from him in the process.
"Hey, there was something I wanted to look at!"
"Oh, I'm sure there was."
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:30 am
At some point, Cal would grow tired of the fight not taking a pornographic bent, and would idly wander up to the stage. After a few minutes of inspecting stuff, the girl started to climb the scaffolding, pulling out a big-a** sign. With a few deft movements, the plastic sign had been hung. It read, in big, blue font:
Battle of the Bands!
Below it, and clearly duct-taped on, it read
Sign up now!
Cal grinned, then waved at Brian and Carolyn as they left.
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