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Subject: Hmmm, don't test me darling.


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Drake Jamison
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Date Posted: 22:23:58 09/06/09 Sun
In reply to: Addison 's message, "want to bet, pretty boy?" on 22:10:20 09/06/09 Sun





Drake nodded listening as she gave out all her intructions and tossed him the towels. He caught every single last one with quick cat like reflexes. He watched her as she left walking into what he assumed was the master bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind her he began to use the towels to clean up every last drop of water before taking one and using it to dry himself off as best as he could. His short hair was beginning to curl at the ends and he growled softly at it. He hated it when his hair curled. His shirt was soaking wet. ugh....even the white wifebeater underneath was wet. He unbuttoned th shirt pulling it off and setting in on the back of a chair with a towel underneath it to catch any water drips. Hmm...well off with the wifebeater too. He pulled it off setting it aside as well.

Being shirtless, his full form was scene. He had a very defined six pack and his biceps and triceps were also fairly defined. His olive skin glimmered with the water as he tried to dry it off with the towel. He picked up the now soaking wet towels from the now dry(er) floor and placed them into a pile on top of a plastic trashbag that he had found. His eyes turned to watch the tv and the headlines as he stood by the couch to wait for the girl to come back out.





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