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Date Posted: Mon, Jun 06 2005, 10:18pm PDT
Author: Lysia
Subject: She led the way out the door, the feeling of his fingers on her back sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine. "Where is your car?" She questioned softly, her eyes turning to him as she paused. She wanted to go home with him, to spend a night getting to know his body even if she couldn't get to know him as a person. She bit her lip lightly, shifting her weight on the heeled leather boots. She didn't normally go home with strangers, the people she had slept with since she had gotten out consisted of the boys in the house. It was all about physical pleasure with them, not so much feelings or intrigue, well except Jason, but that was another story all together.
In reply to: Travis 's message, "

Sometimes I think I'm happy here, sometimes
Yet I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end
" on Sun, Jun 05 2005, 8:09pm PDT


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  • As they neared his car - a revamped gun-metal grey '74 Plymouth Duster - his hand moved to her back once more, and trailed slowly up and then back down to brush over her hip - applying a light amount of pressure to direct her. Stopping in front of the passenger door, he unlocked it and held it open for her to get in - there was no more need for banter or beating around the bush. He was relatively certain that she had walked out here with every intention of getting in that vehicle. (NT) -- Travis, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 10:45pm PDT
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