<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg6977202#msg6977202">Quote from: Isobel on 26-09-2012, 10:37:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>In her boat</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>At the wheel.</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily’s head was hurting more and more.  Where was Susan?  Susan seemed to be instantly infatuated with this big aggressive girl who thought it was alright to despise Girl Scouts.  And now seemed to be threatening her…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">And still hadn’t introduced herself.  And now was talking to her from behind.  Really some time learning manners in the Girl Scouts would seriously have been good for her!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Come and stand where I can see you, or sit,” she said, pointing to the bench alongside her seat. “No I don’t get what you meant.  And don’t bother threatening me.  We just nearly shot each other and didn’t, so talking about getting me killed by someone else doesn’t make sense does it?  I can just as easily mention you to my people and you’ll be the one in deep shit.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“So give up this gangster thing, I don’t know why you think it’s impressive, introduce yourself and tell me what it is you want.”</span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Hey," Mari chuckles "I'm not gonna drop my name to a wisegal, and I don't think I can claim to be impressive after letting my boss die and not killing the woman who did it. You're the gangster here, I'm the one who was supposed to stop you, remember. I'm not gonna let you just run home to your buddies and put me next on the list next, capiche?" She whipped up a crude imitation of an Italian American accent, like a character in a bad movie. Her gun was held behind Emily's back in a relaxed stance. Not exactly pointing it, but still making it clear that she wouldn't let Emily just get away easily.<br/><br/>"I think I like Susan's idea, But I'm going to have to insist that both of you toss your phones overboard. You can keep your guns but I don't trust either of you not to call for help." If Mari had a phone of her own, it must be really tiny, because her outfit didn't seem to have any room for it. Just four spare Mags for her Mac10 and an assortment of tactical gear strapped to her hips and waist. The Straps and belt did an excellent job of framing her thong clad Brazilian Ass, but left few surprises as to what kind of equipment Mari was packing.