<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Firing range observation room<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Warm mushy stuff. Well, luke-warm, at least.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hailey<br/><br/><br/>Laughing again, Jena smacked Hailey's cheek lightly a few times, then kissed her roughly. "Girl, I'm about as maternal as a rattlesnake with a clutcha baby bunnies.  And I ever<strong> did</strong>want kids? Wouldn't ruin what figure I got over it. I'd buy 'em, or better, rent 'em by the hour. Way I figure, the Bugs did me a rough sorta favor.<br/><br/>"Not that I ain't gonna kill 'em just as hard over it. Matter of principle, you know. My body, my guns. Their heads."<br/><br/>Letting go of one of her temporary mattress' hands, she carefully slid it partway under her, just above the curve of her buttocks. "How's your ass, hun? Need me to let you up? Both could use a shower, for sure."