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Subject: ::Lost My Mind::

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Lessa

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Date Posted: 16:24:04 06/03/06 Sat
In reply to: Jason 's message, "..::I aim to misbehave::.." on 19:00:50 06/02/06 Fri

Lessa strides forward, her hand raised, finger pointing toward the oriental carpet the two sheperds had previously been lounging on. Understanding the silent command, Heaven gets up before giving Jason a longing look and returns to the carpet. toby remained on his back, gazing up at Lessa with soulfull brown eyes. Busted is right.. Go on Toby.. She commands the jet black sheperd. Reluctantly, Toby rises, and goes to join Heaven. Sasha gives a low growl toward the two bigger dogs in warning as they pass her by. Stryker continues to lay beside Sasha, squeazed between the older pit and the back of the couch.

Turning her attention to Jason, Lessa smirks slightly as his gaze roves over her frame. She does a little twirl, arms raised slightly as she modelled for him. I should hope so. I can't dissapoint my fans. The quip came easily, a smile curling the edges of her lips. She finished her little twirl, and stood facing him, balancing comfortably on the low heeled sandals she'd decided to wear. Ready? came the impatient urge as she scanned the room for her purse. Jesus, how long ago had she used it?

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Subject	Author	Date
..::I aim to misbehave::..	Jason	00:01:12 06/04/06 Sun
::Lost My Mind:: -- Lessa, 10:04:26 06/04/06 Sun