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Date Posted: 21:15:52 05/31/06 Wed
Author: Courtney
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Braden 's message, "
This is your mission should you chose to accept it
" on 22:46:22 05/30/06 Tue

(Having spent most of the past 24 hours in the arms of a very sweet, loving and strong man, she wasn't quite so happy about going into a dangerous building to pull out his psychotic and stupid ex girlfriend. Sure, she was feeling bitter, but who could blame her? She was on a mission with a man she had loved who was now in love with another woman.. and she had spent the night in the arms of a man that was becoming more and more something she wanted in her life and she knew deep down she couldnt have him. It was effed up and that was generally the story of her life.. so why did it still surprise her, and worst of all why did it still hurt? Frowning, she barely heard Braden talk and it wasn't until she looked over and realized he was looking at her wrist that she shifted uncomfortably in the seat.) It's.. uh.. alright, I spose. (She cradled it against her stomach and shifted again since the last time she had done so had made her mini skirt hike up and the little denim number was no longer covering all her vitals properly. She growled a little and tugged it back into place with her good hand, covering up the lacy black undergarments she had on. This gig was getting on her nerves really really quick.. sure she wore clothes that showed off her assets, but she didnt like this whorish dressing, it was uncomfortable and it made her look cheap. With a sigh, she leaned her head back against the headrest.) Sorry, I am not mad at you.. I am not happy with Ms. Schitzo in there. (She nodded toward the building and then looked over at him, a slow smile forming as she took in his cool, calm exterior.. the strength of his build and the cocky way he wore his hat.) You need a truck, cowboy. (She said, he was becoming one of her closest allies in this game, the one she felt she could lean on and confide in without worrying about recourse.)

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