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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Secretwriter on 04-02-2012, 02:12:12</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Dead thread, but can't delete. no longer part of a game. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 02:12:12</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [SoA] Maguire's Premisis </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 14:50:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hctG_TxUKvc/S2K29qLS6ZI/AAAAAAAADwo/l2Avh8OeJoI/s800/444-555.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kelly Maguire<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her home then on to the garage<br><br>The morning had started as any other, Kelly rose with the sound of her alarm blaring into the silence of her room, slammed it off with her fist and groggily sat up in bed. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and rumpled her already tousled hair before giving the morning a light stretch and yawn in a way of greeting. Bare feet touched the floor of her room, the cold wooden floorboards causing her to flinch them back for a second before putting them down again. Padding to her chair near her window she pulled on her dressing gown and made her way to the kitchen, knocking on her mothers bedroom door as she did so.<br><br>"Time to get up Mom" she called, soon enough she had the coffee machine flipped on and was padding to the front door to pick up the post just as Carmen, their sultry orange house cat decided to make her presence shown. Kelly smiled at her as she scooped up the post and walked back to the kitchen. Bills, bills and more bills and then an envelope with her brothers hand writing on it. She frowned and placed the bundle on the counter leaning up against an empty flower vase. The cat purred around her feet waiting to be fed. With that soon done and&nbsp; two mugs of steaming coffee poured out, Kelly leaned against the kitchen island and stared at the envelope. It was addressed to her but she was speechless as to why he would write by normal post instead of email. <br><br>In all the time that her brother had been inside this was the first hand written letter he had sent and she wondered now why. The door to her mothers room opened and closed and hastily she took the letter from the counter and slipped it into the pocket of her robe before taking her coffee and heading back down the hall. She smiled before kissing her motherly gently on the cheek and then headed into the bathroom to have her shower. A half hour later she was dressed in black trousers, a white ti-shirt and charcoal grey waistcoat, ankle black high boots and grabbing her bag and jacket she said her farewells.<br><br>The letter was tucked into her bag and all that was left was to take the garage and bar keys from the racks in the kitchen. Her mother had said nothing, just watched her daughter as she left and then putting her mug into the sink went back to bed. Kelly backed her car out of the house garage and drove first to Maguires petrol station, she had a few things to take care of there before she had to head to the bar. One of the guys was already there before her, leaning against his bike she smiled at him as she pulled up, then locking her car after her went to unlock the garage. <br><strong>"You're early"</strong> she said.<br><br><em>"We got a few cars on the book today, wanted to get the place straightened up before they started coming in."</em><br><br><strong>"Sure, remind me to give you a set of keys for the garage itself. No point in you standing around out here waiting for me"</strong> she went first to the shutter of the garage and unlocked it, leaving it for the mechanic to push up and get on with his day. He grunted and nodded his head, turning to watch her as she walked away. <br><br>Kelly moved to the shutter over the petrol station window and unlocked and pushed that up herself before opening the door. They had stopped doing a twenty four hour service a while back now and she certainly had no intention of restarting it any time soon. 
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