<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> Candice<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Tent 3<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Jabari<br/>
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Sliding up the zipper on the tent, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><a class="link link--external" href="https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F4b%2F47%2Fe3%2F4b47e373581e3bce6b536d4888faebc9.jpg&amp;f=1&amp;nofb=1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Candice</a></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> slips in, her blue eyes roaming the small area, and the not so small man laying on the air mattress. T-shirt, loose shorts, broad shoulders … and reading some sort of folder. Crawling next to him, she sets her little satchel down just above their heads.<br/>
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“Whatcha reading?” She cranes her head around, trying to get a look at the papers. Well, not really. That’s her cover. What she’s really looking to do is have an excuse to get closer to him, and to brush his arm with her quite ample front. “It must wear you out, having to take care of people all the time, huh? I mean, even on your day off, you’re still working.”<br/>
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Laying on her back next to Jabari, Candice adjusts a cushion, trying to get close enough to him to be able to read the documents even with her head on the pillow, as if just coming in and getting close to her friend’s father was the most natural thing in the world. Nothing at all inappropriate about it. She was just curious, after all. “What’s a … a pluripotency?”<br/>
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Candice gives a beat before adding, “Oh, I shouldn’t disturb you when you’re working though. I’ll just google it. Don’t mind me and my silly questions.” She reaches up, dipping her hand into her satchel, rummaging around.<br/>
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After a few more seconds, she brings up her other hand to hold the satchel while she rummages deeper, “Damn phone’s always sliding to the bottom. I should have brought a clip case for the outdoors." Unnoticed by Candice, something flops out of the satchel as she is rummaging, landing by the mattress, not far from their heads, but it’s definitely not a phone.<br/>
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Phones don’t come in cylinder shape, nor do they have just a little bit of flexibility to their long shafts. And unless there’s some new features being developed, they generally don’t have a pair of fake rubber balls on the one end.<br/>
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They do, however, come in black.<br/>
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“Oh, found it!” Candice pulls her phone out, seemingly oblivious to the big fake cock that has slipped out of her camping satchel. It glistens a bit in the LED light from above, thanks to Candice’s preparation, still slick from being used.<br/>
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The young woman punches at her phone, and scrunches her nose at the definition. “How can it be *all* the cells? That doesn’t make sense.”</span>