<font color=plum>She gasps and tries to squeeze away from him *Damn you Req. Why do you care what I do? What's it to you if I make it off of this island alive? You don't care...go to hell*</font> -- The Trip

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Date Posted: 20:01:38 10/07/01 Sun
Author: Meesha
Subject: She gasps and tries to squeeze away from him *Damn you Req. Why do you care what I do? What's it to you if I make it off of this island alive? You don't care...go to hell*
In reply to: Req 's message, "( Muscled arms entrap her pinning her against the standing palm tree . . hands heavily weighing on her hips pinning her against the tree . . . space between them to keep him from doing something that he'd regret . . . glowing coals are stirred in gaze . . ) God help me girl . . . I'm not dealing with this femenist shit . . . . . you'll deal with me until we get off this hell hole . . ( Jaw set . . entire stance and aura . . never backing down . . he would have what he wanted when he wanted . . no one would alter his mind . . )" on 19:05:19 10/07/01 Sun

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( Only to keep her where she is he presses iron hard, frame of glorified muscle against her, pinning her hips there now with his own . . . hands on her ribcage . . . a dangerous whisper . . ) Honey you've sent me there before . . Its not that intruiging . . they kicked me out anyways . . . . ( Gaze violent and dangerous . . ) Ya know I really don't care but I have a responsibility to you since it was my money that got you pitted here in the first place . . (NT) -- Req, 20:09:28 10/07/01 Sun
- A stubborn frown settles on her lips and she looks away. He was stronger than her, there was no arguing that, and the hold he had on her was inpenetrable. She relaxes with an utter form of acceptance and shakes her head *Fine...I'll eat I'll drink I'll sleep. But I will only do it for me...not for you* (NT) -- Meesha, 11:14:19 10/08/01 Mon
  - ( Releases her stepping harshly away . . . ) I couldn't expect that much from you . . ( Turns and starts off needing to get the salty residue from the ocean off his skin and from his hair . . . starting for the hot spring he'd seen he strips off his boxers then naked . . . powerful sculpted torso tapering to narrow chiseled hips . . . spine naturally curving down then moving out leading to firm curved buttocks . . . muscled, thewed thighs . . . entire body an even sun-kissed tan . . . bleached blonde tresses mussed and wild . . dark gaze of ebony exotic . . . diving idly into the water silently . . . the aqua feeling good over salt burned skin . . ) (NT) -- Req, 16:02:51 10/08/01 Mon
    - She steps away as he does, sinking back down to the ground. Her legs were still too seaborn to hold her up for long. Jade eyes follow him as he moves to the spring, taking in the beauty of the masterpiece before her. She glances to her hands. What was she doing? If she looked at him, she'd only spark the fire again...she didn't want that. She clears her throat and looks away (NT) -- Meesh, 17:07:30 10/08/01 Mon
      - ( After throughly washing with sand and stones to remove the salt he stands . . the water lapping mid-chest . . . water streaming over muscled shoulders . . shaking the water from bleached tresses. . . lithely grabbing his jet boxers he pulls them in and rinses them and rings them out . . . hauling himself from the water he attempts to sheen the water off . . as it fails he shrugs as he sets his boxers up to dry . . . the sun was low but still enough glowing rays to dry . . . settling himself face down in the lush, fertile emerald grasses to dry . . . streaky blonde tresses to powerful shoulders and muscled back curving and tapering to firm buttocks branching sculpted thighs and legs . . . . heavy dark lashes weigh down his lids and he begins to fade off in the glowing bathing of the lapping rays ) (NT) -- Req, 17:19:43 10/08/01 Mon
        No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pry her eyes from his perfection. After a long while of him remaining motionless she realizes he had fallen asleep and she in turn stands, it was time for her to clean up. It wasn't that she was embarassed, they shared heated moments. But she didn't want him having any form of satisfaction over her. She slowly strips the torn jeans from slender legs, bra and panties tossed with them. Bronzed figure slowly steps into the heated bubbles of the spring. She kept her back to him as she went under, head tilted back to keep the hair from her face (NT) -- Meesha, 17:29:35 10/08/01 Mon