<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Jen chuckled, the sound of it musical and slightly husky. <br/>
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"They always say keep your enemies close. They never stated that they had to be in tact." She replied over her shoulder as she layered the pasta with sauce, cheese, and ground meat. She began repeating the steps when...<br/>
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<b>Smack</b>!<br/>
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Kings hand came across her ass rather soundly. <br/>
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" You're just asking for your head to join them in the armoire, love." She hadn't jumped, nor turned in his direction but she did point behind her at him with a lethal claw like nail that was painted black. "Keep it up, darlin' and you're going to start something I'm going to finish." She teased with a mumble before turning back to her project.<br/>
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"As for the offer for help, this is the last thing to finish before I can relax for the rest of the night. Unless you'd like to take the dog for a walk?" At the mention of a dog, a large hell-hound bounded from the direction of the basement and towards King. </span></span>