<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228808.msg11288114#msg11288114">Quote from: tracyfreegirl on 26-05-2015, 20:47:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Oh, that's hysterical. I can see it now...<br/><br/>"Babysitting...?"<br/><br/>Nyssa's eyes bulged and her mouth hung open for a shocked moment. She huffed, crossed her arms under her breasts, mind racing for a comeback, but none were forthcoming. She didn't need a babysitter, what she needed was... was... she was too exasperated to think of what it was she needed. <em>Men!</em> But then she remembered what she needed.<br/><br/>"Sure, ice cream, but only after I replenish my wardrobe. You don't mind shopping with me, do you?" She grinned. "No? Excellent, then let's go to the mall." She wrapped her arm around his, as if he were escorting her to a high school dance. "Now how do you say it... hoo-ray? Like a cheerleader?"<br/><br/>I think they'd have fun on their day out.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Ma'am, I don't give a flying hoo-ha fuck about you wearin' the red or the black skirt.  Uncle Sam's footin' the bill.  Just buy both of them."<br/><br/>He could also start her hand-to-hand training!  Or he could have been the one that rescued her.  I don't know, whatever you'd like.  :)