<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">One eyebrow winged upward, a small look of challenge painting her features as he called her verbal bluff. They both knew the kind of tongue lashing he was referring too and it had nothing to do with an argument. Except perhaps for the screaming she thought deliciously. One side of her lips quirked up ever so quickly. DeCosta was brazen. She’d always liked that in a man.<br/><br/>His chin dropped and Leigh suppressed the urge to give him the naughtiest grin. He was looking down at her rather like he would a student he was about to take to task. She swallowed back a laugh and bit the inside of her lip before saying something most unwise. The truth of the matter was she wouldn’t mind in the least if he wanted to take a paddle to her and give her a good 'disciplining.' She rather thought they’d <em>both</em> enjoy it.<br/><br/>But of course that wasn’t exactly appropriate conversation to be having right at the moment. So instead her eyes dropped to his extended hand, a clear sign he was ready for their meeting to be over. She let a little trill of humor shiver through her. He might be tough on the field or court or wherever it was men like Dominic DeCosta spent their time. But he was trying to get her out of his office as fast as humanly possible. That alone felt like a win for some reason.<br/><br/>Leigh unfolded her hands and braced them on the arms of the chair, pushing to her feet. The move brought her body in close proximity to his once again although she wasn’t complaining. Instead she smiled up at him, catching his eyes as she slide her palm softly against his into the farewell hand clasp. It was more of a caress and a dare than a hand clasp but who could blame her? His responses were tickling her no end.<br/><br/>“Of course not Coach DeCosta. Now that I know I can count on your support.” One the word 'support,' her fingers tightened gently. “I’m sure you have many….” She looked around the office then back into his face, “things to do. I’ll just have my assistant call you with the date and time of the next booster meeting. It’s been a pleasure meeting with you.”<br/><br/>There must have been a devil on her shoulder. It was the only reason she could think of to explain why she used his hand as traction to pull herself up onto the toes of her heels and brush her lips against his cheek in farewell as if the two were old friends or lovers.</span></span><br/>