<font color=plum>She skillfully catches the item of food, taking a bite slowly. It was without flavor but not at all bad. She in turn catches each article of clothing as he tosses them her way. Smirk settles upon her lips *Ah yes...just the attire I would have picked out for myself* Laughs half to herself and shakes her head, finishing the buscuit. She smiles as he fits into his jeans and teasingly hums to the tune of *Wanna be a cowboy baby...*</font> -- The Trip

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Date Posted: 14:02:43 10/14/01 Sun
Author: Meesha
Subject: She skillfully catches the item of food, taking a bite slowly. It was without flavor but not at all bad. She in turn catches each article of clothing as he tosses them her way. Smirk settles upon her lips *Ah yes...just the attire I would have picked out for myself* Laughs half to herself and shakes her head, finishing the buscuit. She smiles as he fits into his jeans and teasingly hums to the tune of *Wanna be a cowboy baby...*
In reply to: Req 's message, "Inside" on 09:33:18 10/14/01 Sun

>( Smirks lightly . . starts in
>on one of the tins grabbing a biscuit and tossing it
>to her . . . ) Biscuits and salt and smoked meat . . .
>'sides the fruit, that's it . . . ( Watches her
>lightly . . shifts moving towards the trunk and begins
>shifting through the clothes . . . extracting a
>scarlette knee length skirt with two slits up the
>sides drastically to about the hip . . . examining it
>. . thoughtful . . . tosses it to her and searches for
>a shirt . . . finding a slimming white tank-top and
>allows the shirt to follow suit . . . he searches and
>finds a pair of jeans . . . he pulls them out and
>starts tugging them on . . . they were made for a man
>without muscle . . . but he finally tugs the worn
>denims on . . . the clothe pullling and fitting
>tightly against his body . . accentuating the
>thoroughlly built muscles . . . it was good enough . .
>. and too hot to wear a shirt . . . sculpted and
>defined muscles glowing . . coppery skin . . bleached
>tresses spiked . . . )

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