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Subject: ..glad ya like it. drink up..

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Lezedi

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Date Posted: 10:49:20 01/20/10 Wed
In reply to: Natasha 's message, "Gimlet!!! So yummy" on 08:26:43 01/20/10 Wed

The upstairs was darker than the downstairs. The lamps that lit the hall were few and far between in the maze of hallways that branched off the stairs. Lezedi didn’t explain or point anything out as they crept along the hallway. He just kept flashing smiles at her that hinted to more provocative things. At the beach he’d devoured her form and imagined it bare and exposed to his lips. Those same thoughts were resurfacing in the current of his brain. They reached a door way and he propped it open. It let into a sitting room that was barren of life. In the far corner was another circular stair. He marched her to it and up they went again. There were a thousand ways to get to any room in this building including secret tunnels and passages. This would not be the building to try to escape from. As they reached the third floor, Lezedi unlocked a thick looking door and let her enter into his own private chambers. His large bed sat in the corner. It had a grey comforter that hung crooked and showed the mattress along the foot side. A bedside table beside it held nothing but an alarm clock whose blue letter cast their numbers on the ceiling. There was a sitting area to one side. No television. No torture devices. Just a regular guy’s room. “Here, sit.” He indicated to the bed (NOT THE CHAIR) and lounged unto the comfy frame.

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Subject	Author	Date
avec plaisir	Natasha	14:58:17 01/20/10 Wed
n'importe quoi pour vous, mon amour -- Lezedi, 06:26:39 01/23/10 Sat moi, je ne regrette rien -- Natasha, 18:37:31 01/23/10 Sat .:thats just rude.:. -- Lezedi, 11:48:51 01/24/10 Sun et alors? -- Natasha, 18:28:53 01/24/10 Sun Vous êtes cruel -- Lezedi, 13:34:25 02/04/10 Thu you gotta be cruel to be kind -- Natasha, 14:03:22 02/05/10 Fri ..oh? how does that work?.. -- Lezedi, 06:57:18 02/15/10 Mon sorry... -- Natasha, 14:24:05 02/22/10 Mon