<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg]http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg[/url])</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span>-<br/><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:47</span>-<br/><span class="bbc_u">Miyo, Blaire, Open</span>-<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Pietro was glad he interceded when he did as Miyo seemed a little off, he hadn't allowed her to complete her sentence and had only that to figure out what the conversation was about. From his standpoint it was merely a silly quarrel, and if he was right it would end with Miyo distracted and with Blaire feeling superior, something he did not need. Maybe Blaire would get more reckless in her driving because of that, but it was still not a worthy trade.<br/><br/>He listened to her, not fazed by her vomiting statement "Is that an off colored way of offering me a blowjob?" he expected that much and lots more out of Blaire so he wasn't at all surprised "Will you be telling me next how your gag reflex improved over the years?" He reached up to her face almost positive she would move back to prevent him from touching her.  "If you clean your sticky lips" he said meaning the candy residue "I could consider it. After the race though, there just isn't enough time before it."<br/>