<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hailey Birrell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Firing Range, Observation Deck<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Enjoying the afterglow<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Shower'd be nice, though my ass still stings, I don't think the rug burn helped any"</strong>Hailey laughed, one hand idly stroking over her breasts,<strong>"I always wanted to be a mum and god if those xenos would just fuck off then I could be nesting up a storm right now"</strong>she cursed, running her hands through her hair.<br/><br/><strong>Problem is, so far the only guys who've been interested in what I've got down below are hardly the two point five kids and picket fence types, y'know?"</strong>she admitted thoughtfully.<br/><br/>She raised herself onto her elbows, looking down at the Texan with a smirk,<strong>"Girls though, they seem to find it easier to accept the whole package, literally!  Now I just gotta find one willing to stay up all night with me changing dirty diapers"</strong>she continued, her smirk breaking into a wide smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Which means, I've got some serious brainwashing to do"</strong>Hailey teased, poking out her tongue.