<font color=red> She hadn't escaped his attention, that was for sure - she was a beautiful young woman, if nothing else, and the most 'untouchable' of paramours, but his confidence was bolstered by the alcohol in his blood and the equally intoxicating movements of her gorgeous frame. Setting aside his drink, he made his way out toward her, the dance floor, despite his athletic disposition, had always been his friend, mostly on the reason that he'd always found a good partner to compliment him in every way. He smiled as he drew closer, drawing one arm around her waist from behind and taking the liberty of tugging her back against his granite form.</font> -- Realistic Dreams: The Present : The Night Club

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Date Posted: 02:53:13 01/04/05 Tue
Author: Alex
Subject: She hadn't escaped his attention, that was for sure - she was a beautiful young woman, if nothing else, and the most 'untouchable' of paramours, but his confidence was bolstered by the alcohol in his blood and the equally intoxicating movements of her gorgeous frame. Setting aside his drink, he made his way out toward her, the dance floor, despite his athletic disposition, had always been his friend, mostly on the reason that he'd always found a good partner to compliment him in every way. He smiled as he drew closer, drawing one arm around her waist from behind and taking the liberty of tugging her back against his granite form.
In reply to: Indira 's message, "make me loose my breath" on 02:46:07 01/04/05 Tue

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She barely even glanced over her shoulder, , though her head turned to her side slightly, closing her eyes as she moved with him like it had always been intended that they should fit together. The alcohol worked its magic in her lithe frame though her morals hardly needed loosening. The music pounded around them as they danced like long parted lovers, and finally she turned to face him, her gaze levelling with his as a smirk flickered over her lips, recognition dawning, though still she danced. (NT) -- Indira, 03:07:45 01/04/05 Tue