<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Monk1.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br/><br/>My eyes shift with the approach of the newcomer.   I cannot help but notice the play of his abs, as they ripple in a dance.   Almost seductive in how enthralling it comes off as.   <br/><br/>I am not use to such, with the blatant flattery tossed mine and Nara's way.  For I can feel the heat rise upon my cheeks.   I give a polite nod of head and respond to the stranger.<br/><br/><em>"Thank you,  I am Jrunna and you are good sir?"</em><br/><br/>The shorter of the two women,  the one with out any apparent outward weapons.  Would first address you.   Her cheeks rosy in the heat of a blush.  Perhaps over your words of flattery given to them.   As well her gaze has been stuck on your abs in almost memorized fascination.     Finally ripping away as she finished the quick nod of greeting.</td></tr></tbody></table>