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| 02/12/2008 9:12 PM |
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Ok, as promised, and built up by the illustrious PK, I start the next story, "Juggernaut" tonight. first this. I was digging through some old boxes tonight and came across some old OLD poetry I wrote in Highschool. I sat and read and realized just how much it sucked. Though it wasn't the usual teenage angsty crap. I thought some of you may find this good for a laugh. So, from 1992 (damn am I really so old?) I give you
The Death of Julius Caesar
On the Ides of March you were robbed of your life,
if only you had paid heed to the dreams of your wife.
Decius Brutus with his deceiving, flattering tongue
did summon you to the senate, he said nothing could go wrong.
On the way to the senate you were warned by a friend, but
you did not read the scroll in his hand. In the senate you
did sit in your big statesman's chair, not sensing the
treachery hanging in the air.
Mettelus Cimber, usin his brother's banishment as an excuse
to get close, did bow at our knee. The other seven
conspirators followed his lead and circled about you so you
could not get free. Then with daggers drawn, they jabbed and they
slashed, first Cassius, then you best friend, Marcus Brutus
was last.
Your body was taken to the towns square, where Brutus made
the conspirator's fould deed seem fair. Then your good friend,
Mark Antony, did speak and his words made the conspirator's
look small and weak. The crowd, now angry, killed Cinna the
poet, just for his name.
Oh, ye conspirator's you have played the wrong game.
On the battle field at Phillipi your death was avenged,
but not at the hands of honorable men. Cassius was first,
with his own dagger his blood he did spill, then Brutus
met death with a blade of steel.
Brutus was noble, or so Mark Antony said, but if that were true,
Great Caesar, would you be dead.
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VonKarolinas
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| 02/12/2008 11:43 PM |
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EDIT: For those who had already read the original intro to Juggernaut that was posted here, this is the same story. I had been trying for a week to find this Prologue and intro. So whithout anymore delays here is the ORIGINAL start of "Juggernaut"
FALLEN:
Juggernaut
By
W.R.
Dittmar II
1988.
The water, so dark,
so calm. The night air still, breathless. The lights of Tampa, like
a universe all their own. Peace. Ash, a young, black gang-banger,
stumbles from an alley, bleeding from knife wounds to his head and
chest. He is dying, he knows this. Fear grips him as he uses the
last of his strength to make his way to the waterfront. He falls to
his knees, looking at his own reflection in the water. Blood from
his wounds falls to the water, turning it red. “Help me.” he
chokes, pleading to his reflection. His strength fails him and he
tumbles into the cold, black water.
Ash.
“Who is it?”
You called for
help.
“Am I dead?”
Almost.
“Don’t let me
die, I don’t want to die!”
Give me your
soul.
“My soul?”
You are dying.
Hurry.
“Yes. Take it,
save me!”
You will live.
“Who are you?”
Azarael, Lord of
the Void. Now, Ash, wake up, you have work to do.
The still surface
of the water is broken. Ash, reborn, breaks the calm and swims
towards the universe of Tampa.
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| 02/12/2008 11:44 PM |
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I'm thinking your instructor would have given you an A. Really. What was the grade? And was the class History or Creative Writing or English?
We had to write poetry in English. English w/Mrs. Wilson.
Mrs. Wilson our English teacher
Should we think have been a preacher
She snatched that out of my friend Kathy's hand so quick it never did get finished.
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VonKarolinas
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| 02/12/2008 11:47 PM |
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Posted By Lotto333 on 02/12/2008 11:44 PM
I'm thinking your instructor would have given you an A. Really. What was the grade? And was the class History or Creative Writing or English?
We had to write poetry in English. English w/Mrs. Wilson.
Mrs. Wilson our English teacher
Should we think have been a preacher
She snatched that out of my friend Kathy's hand so quick it never did get finished.
Too bad.
It wasn't for a grade. All the poetry I wrote in High School was for my own. The only piece that was for a grade was about King Arthur, and it did get an A |
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VonKarolinas
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| 02/13/2008 5:51 AM |
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| Note, if you had read the first Juggernaut intro I posted, go back, I have edited it drastically, REad it again, please. |
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VonKarolinas
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| 03/10/2008 11:01 PM |
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CHAPTER 1
Tampa. 1998.
It is another late night for Detectives Austin Miller, and Clyde Duncan. Miller is a black male, not yet thirty. He is tall and considered quite attractive by the opposite sex, and several of his own. Duncan is a middle aged white male. For the last six months they have been assigned to the cities latest serial killer. Named "The Butcher" by the press, this killer has claimed ten victims in just over six months. All young girls and all brutally mutilated before being killed.
Duncan and Miller are seated on opposite sides of a table in the detective's squad room. On the table between them is the file on "The Butcher". The only light in the room is from an overhead fluorescent. Miller is thumbing through a stack of recent crime scene photos, Duncan is reviewing witness statements. Frustrated, Miller throws the photos across the room, "F#ck! Ten victims and all we have is a sketch of what this bastard MAY look like!"
"Take it easy, chief. We'll get him. Something tells me that tonight is our night. Now, let's go over the most recent reports again. There has to be something we are missing." Duncan says, in a calm, even voice.
"I don't get you, Duncan. How can you remain so calm? I mean, we are on the same case, right?"
Duncan laughs and sits back in his chair. "Miller, when you've been on the job as long as I have, you will come to a point where you know not to get over excited. Now, let's go over all this, one more time. Hand me that sketch of "The Butcher".
Amy had seen better days. Much better days. The day her partner missed at cheer leading practice and she broke both legs, was a much better day than this. Her eyes were puffy from crying. She opened her eyes, hoping that it had all been a dream, but it hadn't. It was a nightmare, and she was still living it. She was still in the attic. Even though she ccouldn't see them now, she was certain that the three dead girls were still in the far corner, their bodies naked and mutilated. The worst part, she was still chained, like a letter X in the middle of the attic, her arms chained to rings in the ceiling, her ankles to rings in the floor.
Amy was naked, her eighteen year old body exposed to the man in the corner. She didn't know his name, only that the papers called him "The Butcher". Surely, Amy thought to herself, she must be mad. She looked at "The Butcher" and thought, had they met on the beach, and he not been a serial killer, she would have f#cked him, long and hard. Mad, that is the only explanation, she must be mad.
Gabriel Allen Stark a.k.a. "The Butcher", was thirty two. He was standing next to his workbench in the attic. He is tall and well muscled. He has long black hair. He looked down at his workbench. On the workbench was an instant camera, a jar of white powder, and a spoon. He looked at Amy, in the center of the room. He smiled to himself as he caught her looking at his exposed torso. He knew what she was thinking. He was not surprised, they all think it. Gabriel picked up the camera and walked over to stand in front of Amy. He took her picture, then returned to his workbench. He sat the picture down to develop itself and set the camera next to it. Taking a felt tip pen he wrote "before" across the bottom of the picture.
Gabriel returned to Amy and starting at her shoulders, he slowly ran his hands over her exposed body, feeling her young curves. When his hands reached her pubic hair he stopped. He looked up at her, disapproving. "This will never do." He said. Her body tensed. Taking a couple of steps away from her, he bent to pick up a water hose. The hose was running in through the attic door. He squeezed the handle on the spray nozzle and soaking Amy, from head to toe. He set down the hose and returned to the work bench. From a cabinet he removed a can of shave cream and a razor. He returned to her, applying shave cream to her pubic hair and making a lather, then slowly, carefully, he shaved her. He set the shave cream and razor on the workbench. Taking the hose back up and sprayed her off. Setting the hose down, he returned to her sliding his hand over her freshly shaven pubic area, his finger slipped inside her, making her twitch. He smiled. "Much better."
Gabriel took Amy's chin in his hand and kissed her. "Do you like to dance?" He walked to the bench and ttook up the jar of powder and a spoon. Standing just a foot from her, he dipped the spoon into the powder and slung it onto her wet body. Instantly, the powder started burning into her skin. Amy screamed in pain. Amy had had better days. Much better days. |
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VonKarolinas
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| 03/10/2008 11:21 PM |
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Scrawny little Jake Killinger locked the door of his tiny apartment behind him as he entered. He leaned back against the door and slid his camera bag from his shoulder. What a day, he thought to himself. Pushing his stringy black hair from his young face, he walked the rest of the way into his apartment. He set the worn out camera bag on a table and checked his answering machine. No messages, big surprise there. The only people that ever bothered to call were his mother and Detective Miller.
Jake couldn’t really complain, he enjoyed his quiet life. Besides, most people he met didn’t understand him, the fascination he had in his work. Being a crime scene photographer for the homicide division was just a morbid job to most people. Jake loved it however. Humanity at it’s best he always joked. Miller never gave him any sh#t over it, for that matter, Miller actually seemed to like him. As for the dead people, well they didn’t give him much sh#t either. Looking to the camera bag, Jake decided to go ahead and develop this last roll, then maybe a beer.
Opening the door to his dark room, Jake looked over the black and whites hanging on the wire. A young girl, naked and covered in nasty, extensive chemical burns. One of Jake’s favorites. I’m definitely keeping copies of those. The girl was laying on the bank of a shallow stream. According to what Miller had told him, a hiker found the body. Jake set his camera bag on a work table, next to a bottle of developer. Sliding a large manila envelope from a shelf he took down the pictures and slid them in, then set the envelope back on the shelf.
Turning to his work station Jake uncapped the bottle of developer when his cell phone rang. “Hello?”
He listened as Miller spoke on the other end, “Jake, Miller. You got those pics from Sunday?”
“Yeah, I got the newest batch right here, Detective.” Jake looked at the manila envelope.
“I’ll need those tonight. See anything in them we might have missed?”
“No, not much difference. But that is your job, I’m just the photographer. You’re the dick.”
Miller laughed “Just bring me the pictures. I’m at the station.”
“On my way.” Jake hung his cell up and dropped it back in his pocket. He screwed the cap back on the open bottle, grabbed the envelope and headed from his apartment.
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Lotto333
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| 03/12/2008 9:24 AM |
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I'm w/you, VK.  That's scary stuff. I just caught the intro to The Juggernaut. I don't know how I missed it. That one looks good too. Keep it coming.  |
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VonKarolinas
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| 05/30/2008 9:04 PM |
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| Ok, in my down time I have written a ton of Gabriel Vaughn in "Dirty South" and started notes for his next adventure "Southern Gothic" and third "Code Monkey". But while I finish "Dirty South" I will be posting it here, but not until I get Juggernaut completed for you. Sadly, it will have to wait until I get my laptop back in a couple of weeks. Just an update for you. |
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VonKarolinas
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| 07/30/2008 5:50 PM |
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| I know it is long over due, but I just picked up a fresh prescription for my back and more Juggernaut is coming right up. |
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VonKarolinas
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| 07/30/2008 6:19 PM |
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At sixteen, Maureen Howe had her whole life ahead of her, and she knew it. A very petite girl she liked to wear her black hair cut short and dress in tight clothes. Her motto, if you got it flaunt it. She was sitting at a patio table with her best friend Stacy. Stacy shared her love of tight clothes, and the buxom redhead had no problem flaunting it, either.
Stacy and Maureen were sharing an order of fries and drinking sodas. Next to them on the bench seat was a copy of the local paper with a headline proclaiming “Butcher Claims Another Victim.” Their attention, however is on a flier for a local club.
“Hey, the Orient is having a teen night tonight. Doesn't your cousin work there?” Stacy asked excitedly.
“Yeah, why?” Maureen asked, cautiously.
“You think he can get us in? Free?”
“I'll ask.” Maureen answered after thinking about it, “Call Alexis and see if she wants to come.
Later that day, at home, Maureen finds her self confronted with a closet full of clothes and not having a clue what to wear to the club. She sat on the edge of her bed and stared, almost hypnotized, into the closet. Indecision was her weakness, and frustrated she lay back on her bed and was quickly asleep. Dreaming, she found herself in a wide open space, the space is lit by a light that seems to come from everywhere.
“Hello!” she yells into the void. The sound seeming to be absorbed into the air. Behind her a figure looms out. Tall, dark, the only thing visible are the figures eyes. Maureen turns and sees the black figure with the glowing eyes. And she runs. She runs as fast as she can, but no matter how hard she pumps her legs, the figure stays one step behind her. She runs for what seems like an eternity until her legs can no longer carry her. The figure reaches out and grabs her.
Maureen jerks away, and finds herself back in her room, covered in sweat. The room is dimly lit. The sun nearly all the way down. Jumping to her feet she grabs the first outfit her hands land on and starts getting ready for the club. |
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| 07/30/2008 7:09 PM |
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| VK, you should submit a short story to the Paranormal Underground short story contest (entry due by August 15). |
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"The person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused"
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| 07/31/2008 10:48 PM |
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| YAY VK! Welcome back my posting pal I have missed you ya nut! |
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VonKarolinas
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| 08/12/2008 4:02 PM |
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| Missed you too. Hehe, I'm trying to be back, but there is a lot to do these days. |
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VonKarolinas
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| 09/21/2008 1:45 PM |
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| I get my computer back for the second time next week (supposedlY) I know some people have been waiting to get more of Gabriel Vaughn. So as it has been so long, the question now is do I continue Juggernaut or do I just bring back Gabriel for all the fans? |
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VonKarolinas
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| 11/07/2008 2:14 PM |
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| Anybody? |
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VonKarolinas
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| 11/15/2008 2:25 PM |
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| No? |
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| 11/15/2008 5:12 PM |
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| More Juggernaut |
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| 12/23/2008 8:04 PM |
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Sorry it's a little late, but here is another installement of Juggernaut
Traditionally The Orient is a high energy dance club featuring house music and some hip hop. Tonight, however it is hosting a rave featuring the up and coming local star D.J. Sadistek. A bustling crowd of teens and early twenty somethings dances to the hardcore drum and bass beats and the flashing lights and laser show. Maureen is sitting at the bar drinking a soda., behind her Gabriel Allen Stark is making his way right for her. He slips up beside her at the bar.
“Hey, aren't you a little young to be here?” Gabriel asks.
“Sorry, you're too old and I don't play that game.” she says smiling and shaking her head. Gabriel puts his hand on her shoulder, Maureen shrugs it off getting annoyed. “I said no.”
“Oh, you'll do just fine.” says Gabriel, grinning. He slips away into the crowd. Maureen watches him go, unnerved by the encounter. She starts scanning the club, when she sees Stacy she heads over and sits with her.
“Who was that guy I saw you talking to?” Stacy asks.
“Just some freak. Too bad Alexis couldn't make it. She's missing a hell of a rave.” Says Maureen, changing the subject.
“Yup. Anyway, come on, dance with me.” Stacy grabs Maureen's hand and the two head off to the dance floor.
The two girls dance with all the energy they can muster, several men taking notice. Seth, Maureen's cousin and bouncer at The Oriental watches from nearby. He is in his early twenties, with a lean muscular frame. Tonight he is dressed in jeans and a staff shirt. He continues to watch as they dance through another song, then joins them when they head back to their table.
“Maureen, you girls are drawing a lot of attention. I guess that means you are having fun.” Seth says. Stacy smiles at him and blushes when he looks her in the eye.
“No sweat, cuz. I can hancle myself. Why don't you be a good boy and get us some free drinks?” teases Maureen.
“Yeah, yeah. I'll be right back. Diet?”
“Yes” the girls answer in unison.
Seth heads towards the bar to get the drinks. Maureen watches him go and notices Gabriel watching her from the corner. She shivers and turns back to Stacy. Stacy notices her discomfort.
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| 12/23/2008 8:06 PM |
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| I'm debating here. The next scene is a fairly graphic sex scene with Seth and the female bartender. It doesn't really drive the plot, so I need to know should I include it or move on? |
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| 12/28/2008 10:50 PM |
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| Is anyone even reading this anymore? |
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| 12/30/2008 5:08 AM |
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Feel free to include the scene but let's warn folks right now that the next scene includes graphic sexual content.  |
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| 01/06/2009 6:26 PM |
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You all heard the Penguin. Graphic Sexual content. You are warned.
Seth reaches the bar just in time for Kitten, the bartender to shoot him a pleading look. The early twenty something vixen is being harassed by a drunk. Not surprising with her looks, short athletic body. Long black hair streaked with red and dressed like a punk goth school girl.
“Hey, listen you f#ckin' c#nt! Hey! I want you to come with me!” yells the belligerent drunk.
Kitten tries to take Seth's order when the drunk lunges across the bar and grabs her wrist and pulls her halfway across the bar with him. The nearby customers stumble back from the commotion. The drunk is trying to kiss Kitten and making a sloppy mess of it. Seth grabs the drunk by the shoulder and spins him around. Kitten gets free and scrambles back behind the bar. The drunk takes a swing and hits Seth who just stands there. In return Seth grabs the drunk by the upper arm, digging his fingers into his brachial pressure point. The drunk squeals as Seth escorts him across the club and out the door.
“He doesn't get back in.” Seth says to the door man, and heads back inside. He heads to the bar again, where Kitten is waiting, her eyes radiating with the love she feels for this man. A feeling that he returns in kind.
“Thank you, big daddy” Kitten purrs.
“Anytime, Kitten. Ok, I need two diet sodas”
Kitten looks at the table where Stacy and Maureen are seated, now watching Seth after the floor show.
“Robbing the cradle, Seth?” Kitten asks, being very coy.
“Ha ha,” says Seth “very funny. That is my cousin and her friend.”
“Oooh, incest and statutory. You da man.” Teases Kitten.
“Just give me the drinks. You naughty Kitten, you.”
Kitten's response is to just purr seductively, which she does very well, as she grabs two glasses for the sodas.
“Damn you, you little vixen.” Says Seth, starting to feel aroused.
“Ha. Guess I'm in control now.” Kitten pokes her tongue out at him. She hits the button and the nozzle just hisses. She rolls her eyes. “Damn, diet is out. I need to go to the stock room for a minute.”
“See what you get for being a tease. It's karma.”
“Yeah, yeah. ANDY!!!”
At the sound of his name another bouncer comes over. Andy is tall and thin, “Yeah?”
“Can you watch the bar for a minute? We need to go to the stock room and hook up some more sodas.”
Andy vaults over the bar. “Sure thing.”
Kitten winks at Seth and he follows her to the stock room. Once inside, Seth locks the door. Kitten bends over to hook p a fresh diet soda to the pump. Seth stares at her ass which is smiling out from beneath her black school girl skirt.
“Why, Kitten. You're not wearing any panties.” he says in mock surprise.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” she giggles
Seth spins her around and lifts her from her feet. Kitten wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They kiss, passionately. Holding her with one arm he reaches down and unzips his pants. Spinning them both around, he pins Kitten against a shelving unit and thrush himself inside her. The f#ck, savagely, Kitten grinding down on him and Seth driving up into her.
Kitten bites Seth's neck to keep from screaming. They start grinding and thrusting faster and harder against each other. As she orgasms, Kitten's hands come up and grab Seth by the head and she kisses him hard, his neck bloody from her passioned biting. His blood on her lips smearing on his mouth as they kiss. Seth drives her a little more then he, too, climaxes. Kitten goes limp in his arms. They stand in their embrace for a minute, then she slowly lowers her legs back to the floor. Her face is flushed.
“God dammit, I love you.” she whispers, still out of breath.
“I love you too, Kitten” Seth smiles.
“We better go to the restroom before we go back out. You're bleeding and I got some love juice to clean up.”
“Ok. See you on the floor in a few.” He kisses her again.
Back at the bar, several minutes later, Kitten hands Seth the two diet sodas. He leans over the bar and kisses her forehead. She smiles at him, shyly, then walks down the bar to take care of other customers.
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| 01/06/2009 6:51 PM |
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| *Fans self* Oh my |
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