<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"You! If you have laid a finger on her, I will come over you like a thunderstorm. What did you folks do in here? And don't tell me you checked the controls, bastard..." </span></span><br/><br/>Karra had, thankfully, managed to put on all of her clothes before Tania burst in. When she saw that Tania was poking Tom in the chest accusingly, she wriggled herself between them.<span style="color: #FF0000"> "Tania, it is okay. I am fine. We..we talked it out, okay?"</span>Karra said gently. She couldn't blame Tania for her worry as Tom had not exactly left the best impression.<span style="color: #FF0000">"I am okay..."</span>she promised, letting her hands rest on the woman's shoulders.<span style="color: #FF0000"> "I very much appreciate the concern but I am fine..."</span><br/><br/>Karra was beyond embarrassed. She definitely was going to give Tom an earful or two for his actions. Or for at least pulling her into a second round when she had been so sore.