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Subject: want to bet, pretty boy?


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Addison
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Date Posted: 22:10:20 09/06/09 Sun
In reply to: Drake Jamison 's message, "Oh it won't be that hard" on 21:43:06 09/06/09 Sun












Addison pulled her coat tight around her chest, trying to cover as much as she could. Drake had a good point- her floor was very wet now and she was freezing. In a few seconds she was going to end up as a dipping wet wolf on the living room floor and he probably wouldn't like that form as much as her current one. Not at all. She nodded, mutely, trotting over to the linen cupboard and throwing him a stack of thick, mismatched beach towels. There was a pool on the roof- and in the basement- after all. Thanks.

She gestured to the open floor surrounding them. The doors are bedrooms or studies; everything else is open like this. There's a sitting room in the loft up there- um- the bathroom over there is all brick, so if you need to take cover, there's that. She pointed to the glass and bronze coffee table between the sofa, armchairs and TV. Self explanatory.

Um- I'm going to go- erm- shower. She slunk slowly towards the master suite, dripping slowly on the floor as she walked. She was going to take a verryyy long shower. Sure, she felt guilty about leaving her guest soaked on her couch but... hey. There was a tornado. He couldn't exactly leave.




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Hmmm, don't test me darling.Drake Jamison22:23:58 09/06/09 Sun

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