<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98389.msg4543564#msg4543564">Quote from: Ink Slinger on April 22, 2011, 10:25:30 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">  "I just need to find my shoes I suppose.  Or is this something we can do in my apartment?"  <br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I have another word for what it is..  but since I dont know you well I wont go about dropping F bombs to describe what I think of it."<br/><br/>I make a slight face as I look down again at the fried phone.  Doesn't make a damn bit a sense for the thing to just go ZAP!  That.. and hell..  I wanted to ignore it.. but I also cant shake this... and i hate the cliche..  "feeling..."<br/><br/>I realize it after the fact the word came out loud.   I look up at her and a grin creep across my face despite the feeling and my dead phone and car.<br/><br/>"Oh no..  we are going to go very stereo typical first because I need to see how sensitive you are.  We are going to the the old cook county prison.. and more pointedly.. death row.  So please.. "  I snicker a little.. "Shoes would be a good idea.