<span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>"Sweet of you, Jules," I smiled, slipping into the passenger's seat, and letting my skirt ride up as I did so. Then I grimaced, and adjusted the seat backwards to make room for my full belly. The car<span style="font-style: italic">shifted</span>beneath me, as the full weight of two people pressed down on it's suspension. "I don't think you should worry<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>much about work in the morning. If the evening runs late, I can almost guarentee your boss won't be on time either," I winked at him, "so you'll<span style="font-style: italic">probably</span>get away with it."<br/><br/>PS: Sorry, Xarces, very very busy at present and the two scenes with you require a bit more writing