Whose Keys? (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 20:09:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> <strong>Whose Keys? IC Thread</strong> &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></span><br><br>(http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd191/Skipreis/Car-Keys.gif)<br>Whose Keys – (OOC/Character Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76854.0)<br><hr><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"> Welcome to Grace (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76854.msg3382787#msg3382787) &amp; Jim’s (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76854.msg3382759#msg3382759) Beach house! &nbsp; &nbsp;</span></span><br><br>(http://kikikat.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/beach-house.jpg)<br><br>Please make yourself at home…Our house is your house! So, feel free to roam about…<br><br>Let's take a little tour, shall we? Here’s the living room…<br><br>(http://kikikat.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/living-room2.jpg)<br><br>And the dining room…<br><br>(http://kikikat.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/dining-room.jpg)<br><br>Which leads us to the kitchen…<br><br>(http://kikikat.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/kitchen.jpg)<br><br>And the breakfast nook &amp; bar/lounge area…<br><br>(http://kikikat.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/dining-bar.jpg)<br><br>Which brings us to the patio/pool…<br><br>(http://kikikat.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/patio.jpg)<br><br>The beach is less than a block away, though we may not get to go down there this weekend...They say we may have some thunder storms, so we'll see ;)<br><br>The bedrooms are upstairs…<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jim's Room</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77694.0)<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jerry's Room</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77695.0)<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Bobby's Room</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77696.0)<br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Rex's Room</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77697.0)<br><hr><em>Please be sure to preface all of your posts with your location in the house, bedrooms excluded. (Rather than use place-markers like [Kitchen] or [Patio], just state where you are, please. I think it'll work better that way.) If you are going to move from one room to another, try to indicate that in your post as well. If you need to be “excused” for a bit, just have your character go to the bathroom, or exit the room w/o entering another. This way, people aren’t trying to engage your character in conversation when you aren’t around to reply. I don’t want anyone left hanging, if you know what I mean. Let’s all try to be respectful of the game and the other players. Thanks! p.s. Please keep OOC chatter to a bare minimum in your posts. Or not at all...That's what we have an OOC thread for ;)</em><br><hr>Thanks so much for joining us for the weekend! Hope you have fun while you’re here with us!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 21:24:08</strong>
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				[2pm - Friday]<br><br>Grace was fussing about the kitchen, making sure they had everything they would need for their annual weekend getaway with their friends. She sent Jim to the store earlier for some ice and more beer. Lord knows, those boys liked their beer! Checking the fridge once more to make sure they had enough food, she was satisfied and started arranging a small crudite platter. There was a cold-cut and cheese platter in the fridge already, and she had picked up some dip from the local deli on their way in to town. Grace smiled as she recalled their trip down I-95. She had tried to lean over and give Jim a blowjob while he was driving, but he kept pushing her away, too worried about being seen. That was half the fun of it, she thought and sighed. <br><br>Putting the platter in the fridge once she was done cutting up all the vegetables, Grace walked the house to make sure everything looked presentable. Rearranging a few pillows in the living room, she double checked the bar, making sure they had everything they'd need. Wandering back to the kitchen and dining room, she noted that everything looked impeccable and spotless. Her father had sent down their maid late on Thursday and had her do a quick cleaning. Grace didn't mind cleaning up, but she wasn't the type to clean a house from top to bottom, that was for sure.<br><br>Wandering through the lounge, she pulled the blinds open &amp; went out through the sliding doors to the patio. She was dressed in her favourite bathing suit (http://cm1.theinsider.com/thumbnail/400/517/cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/69/75/kunis.jpg), and the pool was mighty tempting, but she knew their guests would be arriving soon. Running back through the house, she wrote a quick sign and tacked it onto the front door. It simply read, "Out back, door's open, come on in!" She went back out to the patio &amp; turned on the radio. A Cat Stevens song was playing, her favourite! She turned up the radio &amp; found a spot on a lounge chair in the shade. The sun filtered through, leaving her skin looking dappled with little lights. The air smelled of the ocean, and the chlorine from the pool. She sighed &amp; relaxed into the lounge. It'll be hectic soon enough, she thought, wondering when everyone was going to get there...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 23:13:00</strong>
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				Jerry was glad to be out of school, and more importantly out of a suit, as he and Terry approached the beach house of Jim and Grace. It'd been too long since he'd last seen Jim and the rest of the gang. The drive had been enough to cramp up his muscles, but not tire him out. The other love of his life, his car (http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/E/ES/ESS/essay420/1132031346_res69mach1.jpg), purred quietly as he parked the Mustang outside of the house. "Well... ready to have a fun weekend love?" he asked with a gentle smile before leaning over to press a chaste kiss to Terry's lips. <br><br>The male smoothed out his white-striped, green polo shirt as he stepped out of the car. It was a beautiful day to start a weekend with the sun beaming overhead and not a cloud in sight. He moved to the rear of the vehicle to retrieve their suitcases before quite literally hopping up beside Terry with a devious grin. "Remember... fun!" he said with a bright smile before leading his fiancee up to the door, only to find a sign hanging from it. "Out back.... well... guess we'll drop the luggage inside and then go see who's already here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 23:22:36</strong>
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				Terry smiled as she stepped out of the car. She smoothed down her dark blue hipster jeans that flared at the ankles and stretched her feet out in the black knee length boots a short sleeved, white peasant top came down to her hips which she straightened just as Jerry leaned in to kiss her. She smiled into the kiss as she returned it briefly until he pulled back. She straightened the Indian band that was wrapped around her head in red, browns and black stripes, a owl feather hung from the back slightly tangled in her free flowing, long black hair. <br><br>"Fun? I think I may have forgotten the meaning of that word."<br><br>She smiled playfully in return to his devious one as she followed him up the stairs carrying a small suitcase herself. She nodded in agreement to his words and went to see if the door was unlocked. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 23:29:33</strong>
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				Grace had heard a car pull up the gravel driveway, but couldn't tell if it was Jim's car or&nbsp; if it belonged to someone else. She did not have an ear for car engines like her husband did. Deciding to get up and check, she entered the house through the glass doors and walked through the rooms til she arrived in the living room, calling out, "The door is open! Come on in!" In the background, you could still hear the radio going, but now it was a Jim Croce tune. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 00:39:08</strong>
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				Jerry followed the woman into the house after Grace had called out to them. He took the initiative to lead the way into the living room, still wearing a bright smile on his face. "Grace..." he called out with a slight nod of his head before dropping the luggage. "Always a pleasure to see you. I just parked next to the house, hope that's alright." The man looked around the swank living room with a low whistle. "Where should I put our things?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 00:45:32</strong>
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				Terry followed Jerry in quietly as her eyes quickly scanned the room to see if any one was actually in the room. She inwardly whistled at how much the room alone must have cost let alone the whole house itself. <br><br>"Hello Grace, long time no see."<br><br>She greeted Grace with a warm smile as her eyes briefly took in Grace's form and the swimming costume. <br><br>"You are looking well. Are we the first to arrive?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:11:07</strong>
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				Jim stepped out from the side of the house, grunting as he dragged out a Big Green Egg (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/90/Xl_big_green_egg.jpg/399px-Xl_big_green_egg.jpg) and a bag of charcoal. Not noticing his company just yet, he looked up to the sky and muttered a few choice prayers. He was dressed in khaki shorts and a bright yellow Hawaiian shirt (http://www.vintagetrends.com/thumbnails_/lot/750/750-0046.jpg), starting when he saw Terry and Jerry. Wiping charcoal dust off his hands and onto his shirts, leaving little grey trails behind, he grinned as he walked toward them.<br><br>"Terry! Jerry! Nice to see you guys could make it!" He quickly gave Jerry a firm, quick handshake before showing his dirty hands to Terry in the universal gesture of 'I'll shake hands with a guy like this, but I won't hug a girl unless she starts it,' shrugging his shoulders lightly as he smirked and laughed a bit. "Sorry I'm running a few minutes behind, I didn't realize these things were so heavy..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:15:06</strong>
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				Smiling as Jerry and Terry entered, Grace welcomed them in. She was even more excited to see Jim coming in right behind them.<br><br>"Yes, Jerry, that's fine! Just park wherever you find space, hon. Always good to see you, too! I'll show you to your rooms in just a sec."<br><br>She rushed over to Terry and gave her a quick hug, "Yes, long time no see! It's been nearly a year, if memory serves. You're looking well, too, dear." She nodded, "Yep, the first to arrive! I'm so happy that you're here."<br><br>Giving Jerry a quick hug as well, she smiled and pointed up the stairs to the left. "Your bedroom is right upstairs, second on the left." <br><br>Noting Terry's look, she gave her a little wink. "If you'd like to change, feel free. I'm sure you both want to get more comfortable, no? Can I get you something to drink in the meantime? You know what, I'll just wait for you out on the patio. We can hit up the bar when you're ready." <br><br>Wrapping her arms around Jim's waist, she gave him a long kiss and smiled. "Glad you're back, honey..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:32:42</strong>
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				Terry smiled as Jim seemed to magically appear from around the corner.though she had to stop herself from wincing at the brightness of his shirt as it seemed to reflect the sun light. She took a step aside from Jerry while he and Jim shook hands though seeing Jim's grey streaked hands she lifted a hand in a wave, quickly leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek and stepped back out of reach.<br><br>"Let's save the hug for when I am not in white clothing."<br><br>She stepped back to Jerry's side as she watched Grace wrap her arms around Jim's waist and get lost in the kiss. She discreetly pulled at Jerry's sleeve and indicated upstairs and their luggage to give the two a few minutes alone. Though Terry was far from being a prude she also knew of Grace's open reputation and Jim's more reserved nature. <br><br>"We shall meet you outside in a few minutes then."<br><br>She picked up another bag and began to make her way upstairs. 
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				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:40:18</strong>
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				He laughed and waved to Terry, nodding. "Fair enough... but you owe me one." He chuckled a bit, trying to be a good host. "Grace, you gonna give them the--" he was cut off mid-sentence as she came closer, wrapping her arms around him. <br><br>He was a bit awkward about both her white bathing suit and the PDA, but soon got into it, leaving his hands off of her but kissing her passionately, letting their tongues intermingle for a little bit before he pulled back, smirking at her. "Grace, we have company... I think you chased them away." It was half-tease, half-admonishment as he felt a bulge welling in his shorts, nervous that its outline would show.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:41:23</strong>
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				Leaving her arms wrapped loosely around Jim's neck, Grace chuckled lightly. "I did no such thing!" Giving him one more quick kiss, she let him go and smirked as she noticed the bulge in his shorts. "Did you...ah...need any help there, honey?" She winked at him, then pointed out towards the barbecue and bag of charcoal. "Or can you handle things on your own?" Putting one hand on her hip, she thought to herself that she was one lucky girl, to have such a great guy for her husband.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:55:01</strong>
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				He gave her a quick peck on the lips as he shook his head, laughing at her double entendre, though his face was a bit red from the blushing realization that yes, his hard-on was indeed visible. Throwing some charcoal and lighter fluid into the barbecue, he looked to her. "Beer might be nice. Or wine, Dr. Kissinger says I should start to drink more wine and less beer." He sighed a little, not quite ready for the "cultured" diplomatic life. "Oh, and what did you want to do for dinner tonight? The roast or the ribs?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:03:10</strong>
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				"Well, since you're firing up the grill, I'd say the ribs. I have all the platters ready to go in the fridge. I should bring out the crudités now, shouldn't I?" <br><br>Grace turned and started to head towards the kitchen, calling back. "Did you want red or white wine, honey? Or a beer?" <br><br>Keeping an ear open for Jim's response, she grabbed the crudités out of the fridge &amp; set them on the counter, debating whether to set everything up in the living room or the dining room.
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				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:07:03</strong>
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				"I don't know about the cruddy-tees..." he mispronounced the word, not to be funny, but because he grew up in the American military world, not the world of high culture. "...I mean only two of our guests are here, plus the ribs will take a few hours--though I was planning on doing the roast in the grill too, this thing's supposed to slow cook pretty nice." He yelled to her as he fanned the fire, getting the embers to a good temperature. "Oh and... well I guess I'll start out the afternoon with a white wine. That's Dr. Kissinger's recommendation."
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				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:20:50</strong>
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				Grace shrugged and put the crudités back in the fridge. I can always take them out when they come back downstairs, she thought. Taking out a chilled bottle of Californian Chenin Blanc her father had sent them, she poured two glasses and brought one to Jim. <br><br>"Here you go, honey," she said, setting the glass down near Jim. "And I suppose we could do the roast, too. Just seems like a lot of food. But then, there are more guests coming..." She let her voice wander off as she watched the flames in the barbecue flicker and lick at the coals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:19:20</strong>
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				"You sure this is the place, Tes? I didn't think it would be right *on* the beach." Rex and Tes drove up the driveway to Grace and Jim's Beach house. The cool eastern breeze whipping through the open windows as lyrics from Led Zepplin spewed from the speakers in the Mustang. His collegues would have kittens if they found out that he was a closet metalhead. Nothing like those burnouts in blue jean jackets and tattoos, but it was definitly better than the disco craze going around. Rex would be a happy man if and when disco died.<br><br>It was good to see Jim again, the shennanigans they had in college were the bane of the Dean, but it was good to cut loose sometimes. The college experience wasn't entirely for studies and tests anyway.<br><br>Squeezing Tessa's thigh, Rex winked at her before hopping out of the muscle car, "You'll like Grace, Im sure of it. Jim was a little rough around the edges in college, but he's cleaned up pretty good since then." Carrying their luggage up the the door, he let Tessa ring the bell...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:36:16</strong>
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				At first Tessa had found the music loud and obnoxious but since Rex enjoyed playing at the most intimate of times it was starting to grow on her and now she sort of coupled it with their bedroom, actually blushing as the song Kashmir came about since she had some rather... dear memories of it. It was quite a shame that the beach house came into view halfway through the song since Tessa felt inclined to try out something dirty, her thoughs perhaps mimicked as she felt her husband's hand sliding up beneath her kneelength skirt to give her thigh a squeeze.<br><br>"You're one to talk about being rough around the edges... "<br>The blushing brunette smiled and showed her grey eyes from beneath her soft fringe, no doubt some of the thoughts behind that deceptively innocent looking face were on things best not talked about in public. As she got out of the car as well Tessa pulled on the hem of her softly blue liberty print blouse, having matched the navy skirt carefully.<br><br>"Are you sure you can handle the bags?"<br>Tessa was actually sure of it herself but they had barely even known eachother for two years yet, granted the bigger part of those two years they had been married. Looking back over her shoulder untill he was right behind her Tessa turned her head forward again and rang the doorbell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:49:55</strong>
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				[3pm - Friday]<br><br>Hearing the doorbell from outside on the patio, Grace turned to Jim and said, "Don't worry, honey. I'll get it. You tend to that fire, ok?" Giving him a wink and a pat on the tush, she ran through the house to answer the door. A little breathless as she opened it, she smiled and greeted their guests. <br><br>"Tessa! Rex! So good of you to come! I hope your trip down here went well!" Grace gave them both a soft embrace, then moved out of the doorway to let them in. "Come on in, we won't bite..."<br><br>Grace smiled and pointed towards the stairs, "Your bedroom will be up the stairs and all the way to your left. I hope you don't mind that we put you at the end of the hall. I think you'll be sharing the bathroom with Bobby and his wife. But, it's certainly big enough, so don't worry."<br><br>Turning towards Tessa, Grace touched her blouse lightly. "That is such a lovely shade of blue! You'll have to let me know where you found that top. I love it!"<br><br>"Well, I will leave you two to get unpacked and settled. If you feel like changing, by all means, but it's not necessary. We'll be out on the patio in the back, just follow the music!" Grace gave a little twirl and started to head towards the patio, dancing to an Allman Brothers tune playing in the distance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 08:59:11</strong>
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				"Afternoon, Grace! Good to see you again, too! This is Tessa, my wife. I've mentioned her in the phone calls you made inviting us." Rex returned the hug as well as he could manage with the luggage and followed her up to their room to drop off their luggage. He didn't really see the house until his burden was on the bed.<br><br>Walking out towards the patio, "Oh man, this is quite a pad you guys have here. How much did you pay to get this place? It's fabulous!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 17:38:56</strong>
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				Grace was lounging in the shade once more. Her tan was already deep, and she didn't want to get too dark. She had seen some of her fathers old friends, ladies who had tanned themselves to leather by the time they were in their 30's, and she did not want to end up like them. Rubbing a little oil into her skin, she inhaled deeply, enjoying the strawberry scent. <br><br>Looking up as Rex made his way out onto the patio, she gave him a quick wave. She was still in her white suit, but now she had her big "Jackie O" sunglasses on. She always felt like a movie star when she wore them. <br><br>"Thanks for the compliment on the house, Rex! It was a wedding gift from Daddy, actually. He bought a bigger home about 30 miles up the shore from us here and decided to give us this house." <br><br>Pointing towards a cooler near the pool, she said, "There are some beers in the cooler there, if you want one. And there's wine in the house. Just let me know if you need anything, ok? I'm going to pull out some snacks in a bit, now that more guests have arrived."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:09:34</strong>
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				Jim walked to a nearby hose to wash his hands off before heading inside to grab the ribs from inside. He'd premarinated them, but they'd take a few hours to cook in the barbecue, so he figured he'd start them. As he returned from the kitchen, he noticed Rex and Tessa arriving and gave a friendly wave, setting the ribs down on a table near the barbecue before walking over to his old college friend. <br><br>"Rex!" Jim's hand shot out amicably to shake Rex's, grinning to him. "How have you been?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Tessa, smiling more gently to her as he tipped his head. "And this must be Tessa. Jim Humphries, pleased to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:40:49</strong>
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				Jerry came downstairs to the sight of twice as meaning people, two of them being his brothers. "Hey guys!" he exclaimed while slipping into the kitchen to see all those gathered. It'd been too long, in his mind, since the four guys had gotten together to do something. "Guess we're only missing one pair then eh? Terry's around here somewhere. She'll be glad to see you all again, as well as meet the new gal!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 00:24:25</strong>
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				Terry spent some time unpacking the suit cases and then began to change out of her clothing. She folded them up and put them on one of the chairs before slipping into her own &nbsp;swimming costume (http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg156/Crystal_Shar/white-more1.jpg) that was deep blue in color with light silver back straps. She also pulled on a pair of mid thigh length blue cotton shorts before making her way back down stairs. She quickly heard the crowd had grown with the sounds of multiple voices being heard easily up the stairs and along the corridor. <br><br>She noticed Rex first and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before bringing her gaze to his new wife she offered a hand to Tessa to shake.<br><br>"A pleasure to meet you finally."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 00:30:47</strong>
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				Tessa had never met Grace in person but from what she had heard of her and the few phone conversations they had held, she wasn't adverse to the embrace and gave a light response in kind.<br>"It's so good to finally meet you, I've looked forward to this for weeks now."<br>Smiling widely Tessa had to look away as she blushed a little at the invitation, given what knowledge she had gleaned about Grace she wasn't sure if that was really true and if it wasn't something worth trying with Rex in the bedroom.<br>"Oh thank you, I bought it in London when Rex took me there for a business trip. I believe the department store was called Liberty &amp; Co."<br><br>Shown to their bedroom Tessa turned to Rex and took the suitcase with her things from him.<br>"Go on ahead, I'll just change into something lighter."<br>A few minutes later Tessa came down wearing a halterneck bikini similar to Britt Ekland's patterned two piece in The Man with the Golden gun beneath a turqoise sundress and a fresh layer of peachy nude lipstick, her doe eyes really lending themselves well to the long-lashed ideal.<br><br>Coming out onto the patio just as Grace offered Rex a beer Tessa contemplated accepting the offered wine but thought better of it, she got so very giddy when drinking. Before too long she was greeted by two of her husband's friends and smiled warmly at Jim before taking Terry's hand<br>"I'm Tessa, yes. I don't know how Rex managed to shorten my nickname even further but well, he did. It's lovely to meet all of you too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 01:37:08</strong>
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				"Well, now that we've got more guests, I better get those platters out here so we can all munch on stuff!" Grace got up quickly from the lounge and made her way into the kitchen, pulling out both the platter of crudités and the cold cuts. Bringing both platters out to the patio, she set them down on a table out of the sunlight. "Feel free to nosh all you like, folks! I have more stuff in the fridge, and I know Jim will have the ribs ready in a few hours, so this will take the edge off, if anyone is hungry."<br><br>She smiled and walked over to the girls. "Terry, Tessa, is there anything I can get you girls to drink? I'm pretty sure we have juice as well as the wine and beer. Just let me know, ok? So, how was the drive? Not too much traffic, I hope!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 07:03:01</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby</strong><br><br>The drive south along I-95 was a long and pleasant drive. Bobby hated to make the trip down without Dani. They always enjoyed making the drive and always detoured off of I-95 to enjoy the more scenic route, even though the trip took longer. Unfortunately Dani had visited her parents the day before to support her father at some social function her father was hosting. She had called Bobby later that night saying that the night had lasted longer than she had expected and that she would staying with her parents over the night and would leave first thing in the morning to meet Bobby there.<br><br>Bobby glanced over to the empty seat where Dani was supposed to be. He missed her already and it had only been one night without her. He smiled, thinking of the weekend ahead of him. It had been too long since last he’d his friends and he was looking forward to spending some with them and having a good time.<br><br>The wind whipped through his tangle of brown hair with the top down. He sped along I-95 in his ’66 Chevorlette Chevelle SS 396 (http://freerevs.com/pictures/18663547.jpg) convertible painted a gorgeous shade of red with white leather interior. Reaching down to the radio, he turned the volume up as one of his [noembed]favorite songs (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=np0solnL1XY)[/noembed] began to play. He smiled, savoring the warmth of the sun on his cheeks and the wind wildly whipping through his hair. As the instrumental intro wound to a close, Bobby belted out the lyrics to the song in perfect unison with the singer on the radio.<br><br>A few hours later and Bobby was turning into Jim and Grace’s gravel driveway. He turned down the radio and took a quick look around seeing Rex and Jerry’s cars already parked. The pleasant sound of gravel crunching softly beneath the heavy tires reminded him of his childhood home and brought a small smile to his face. He rolled to a stop next to Rex’s car and killed the engine. Opening the door, Bobby stepped out and stretched his muscles which were feeling a bit stiff after the long drive. <br><br>Smoothing the wrinkles from his silver, polyester pullover (http://www.vintagetrends.com/images/lot/471/471-0037.jpg). Bobby moved to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He stuffed the car keys inside his cream colored, bell bottomed corduroys and retrieved his luggage from the trunk, just one medium sized leather suitcase. He walked up the steps to the front door and read the sign posted there, “Out back, door’s open, come on in!” <br><br>He felt incomplete without Dani on his arm but took comfort in the knowledge that she would soon be with him again. Bobby pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He heard voices wafting into the house and followed the sounds, leaving his bag near the stairs leading to up to the guest bedrooms. His brown leather Jesus sandals (http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/264093144_373fc5d260_m.jpg) sank into the plush carpet of the living room as he moved towards the patio and the smell of ribs barbecuing. <br><br>He smiled, quickly raising a finger to his lips in a <em>”Shhhh”</em> gesture to those who spotted him in the sliding door. Pushing his classic aviator sunglasses (http://aviatorsunglass.net/M3675-MR.jpg) up to the top of his head, he quietly crept up behind Grace, lounging in her lounge chair and slipped his arms around her, covering her eyes with his hands. <strong>”Hello beautiful. Guess who.”</strong> He stifled a laugh as he awaited her response, grinning to the others who looked on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 07:51:20</strong>
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				[4pm - Friday]<br><br>Grace had returned to her lounge after dutifully playing the good hostess for a time. Though she was always something of a social butterfly, she often got quiet when there were a lot of people around. She preferred to observe others, and her lounge chair was the best place for that. She had closed her eyes for a moment when she felt someone approaching. Figuring it was Jim, she just smirked when the hands came around to block the sunlight her eyelids were filtering already. But, when she heard the voice, she knew it wasn't her hubby. Bolting upright in her seat, she turned quickly and shouted, "Bobby!!"<br><br>Grace jumped up from the lounge and quickly wrapped her arms around Bobby's neck, giving him a big kiss, not caring who was watching. "How are you, baby? And where's Dani??" Looking over Bobby's shoulder for Dani, Grace's expression turned from ecstatic to crestfallen. "Didn't you guys come down together? Is she coming?" Giving Bobby another squeeze, she said, "Hold that thought!" Grace ran over to the cooler and pulled out an icy beer, popping the top before bringing it back to Bobby. "Ok, here," she said, handing over the beer. "Now, you know I'm thrilled to see you, Bobby, but...where's my girl?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 08:51:31</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby</strong><br><br>Bobby flashed Grace a huge smile as she jumped and wheeled around. He bent down a little allowing her to wrap herself around his neck in a big hug... or so he thought. His eyes went wide as she planted a big kiss full on his lips, no tongue, and he obliged her by returning her kiss in kind with his big brown eyes shifting a little apprehensively to all the others gathered about watching them. Grace dropped from his neck and released his lips, glancing past him with inquisitive eyes.<br><br><strong>"I'm good, good. Glad to finally be here. That's a nice drive, but I'm glad to be out of the car finally."</strong> He nodded to Grace's questions, knowing they would be asked. He started to answer but was interrupted by Grace telling him to "hold that thought." He chuckled as he watched her in her scoot over to the cooler in her bathing suit, admiring her body as discreetly as he could. Grace always reminded him so much of Dani. Perhaps that was why they seem to hit it off right from the very beginning, becoming best of friends.<br><br>Grace grabbed him a beer, even popped it open for him, then ran back over, handing him the cold beer. He took the beer thankfully and took a long drink before answering her questions. <strong>"You know Dani. She loves to make an entrance, right? She'll be fashionably late."</strong> Bobby chuckled at his jest, but it was mostly true. Dani did love to make an entrance and be the center of attention. Oh, how she loved attention. <strong>"No, she had to make an appearance at her parent's house for her father. Some social function he was hosting. You know how it is, right Grace... with those politician types."</strong><br><br>He winked at Grace playfully and leaned down again, giving her a quick hug. <strong>"You look absolute breathtaking, Grace. Are you getting younger?"</strong> He waved at Jim who was working on the ribs at the grill. <strong>"Jim. Good to see you again. I see Grace has you hard at work. She's training you proper."</strong> He raised his beer and chuckled, then took a sip.<br><br>Glancing around to the others he reached his hand out to Rex and then Jerry, giving each a firm grip and a shake. <strong>"Rex. Jerry. Good to see you both again."</strong> Leaning down, he gave Terry a warm hug and pat on the back. <strong>"Terry. It's good to see your pretty face again. How's Jerry treatin' you, hmm? Is he taking good care of you, cause if he's not you let ole' Bobby know and I'll come put a boot up his ass... but then, he might enjoy that too much, eh?"</strong> Bobby winked at Terry and glanced at Jerry, waiting for the backlash he knew would be forthcoming. <br><br>Scooting quickly over away from Jerry, Bobby turned and met the newest member of their elite little circle of friends. His smile faded slowly and he looked surprised. <strong>"And you must be the lovely Tessa."</strong> He reached out and took her hand gently and lifted it, lower his lips to kiss the back of her knuckles as the chivalrous knights of old were known to do. <strong>"You're much more beautiful than everyone said. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Bobby. Bobby McKenzie."</strong> <br><br>He turned back to Grace with a smile <strong>"We should do this more often. Once a year is too long to wait to get together. Oh, Grace. I didn't know where you wanted me so I left my bag at the stairs. Just let me know and I'll move it to my room whenever you'd like, okay hun?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 08:59:02</strong>
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				Rex exchanged pleastries with his friends, "Hey Jim, Hey Jerry, good to see you guys again!" He thanked Grace for the beer and poked at Jim for being too good for beer for all the amount he drank back in college. Yea it seems we're only missing Bob-" just as Grace exclaimed about Bobby, "and there he is!"<br><br>His jaw almost dropped when Tessa came down in her swimsuit. She's always had that effect on him but he got back in his own way with a hand stealthily on her bottom, "Hey, babe, I'd like you to meet Bob-" and the man was already there. "oh, and you'll want to keep your guard up around him, he was a smooth operator back in the day." A knowing grin crept up on Rex's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:19:34</strong>
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				Terry walked over to Rex and gave him a light kiss on the cheek and a single arm hug before leaving him the newly married pair and going to greet Bobby with the same way. She finally returned to Jin and gave him that owed hug. She watched as Grace walked around serving everyone their drinks then stepped outside she noticed the large pull a smile touching her lips at the sight. She could not remember the last time she had gone swimming. After checking with Grace it was fine to enter the pool. She slipped out of her shorts and walked to the end of the pool. Throwing the indian headband on the small clothing pile before she dived in to the deep end and disappeared into the warm water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:28:00</strong>
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				Jerry cracked open a beer as well before reply to Bobby's usual attempts to get under his skin. "If I was doing so poorly, I doubt she would have said yes when I popped the question," he retorted with a wink towards the other man. A friendly slug was delivered to Bobby's bicep before noticing that his gal was making her way outside to the pool. Jerry wasn't about to get in it himself, but he wouldn't pass up the chance to see Terry in her swimsuit. So he followed along behind her and took a seat in a nearby lounge chair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 22:22:03</strong>
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				Grace chuckled as Bobby mentioned Dani wanting to make an entrance. Dani was as big on life as Grace and they both found that they could relate to each other easily. Giving Bobby another quick hug and winking back at him, she laughed loudly at his joke about training Jim. More like the other way around, she thought, but didn't voice that opinion. "Oh, I gave you the same room as last time, Bobby! Second from the end of the hall...You'll be sharing a bathroom with Rex &amp; Tessa. Hope you don't mind? And don't worry about the bag, we can bring it up later when Dani gets here."<br><br>Grace made the rounds, making sure everyone had their drinks &amp; that they were having a good time. When Terry asked about the pool, she nodded vigourously. "Of course, dear! The pool is there to be enjoyed. I just may join you in a bit, but I wanted to wait for Dani to arrive." She smiled, touching Terry's arm lightly before wandering back into the house to get some more beers for the cooler. Jim had stacked cases of beer near the fridge. At least he didn't bring the keg, she thought, remembering how she was able to talk him out of that one! Grabbing a case, she made her way back out onto the patio carefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 23:04:05</strong>
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				The resolution to stay away from drinks lasted about five seconds when Grace offered again and Tessa was soon standing with a glass of wine in her hand, sipping the chilled beverage and feeling her cheeks redden. Though perhaps that wasn't from the wine as she felt a familiar hand softly on her butt, thank goodness it was hidden from view by their position. She certainly didn't want her husband's friends to think they were a couple of sex-maniacs but now she felt that it was rather a shame that Rex had gone downstairs so swiftly after arriving.<br><br>Once things calmed down a little Tessa concentrated on planting firmly in her mind who was who of those allready here which was a lot easier than it would have been if the last pair of guests had allready arrived, feeling that she was starting to get the hang of it pretty well. And once Bobby arrived Tessa felt that she was good to go about it and smiled as he came over.<br><br>Tessa wasn't quite prepared for the introduction she was given though, her cheeks flaring up when her hand was kissed and all, not to mention that Rex's warning was in any bit calming.<br>"Oh... You're right. A pleasure to meet you too Bobby."<br>The compliment was sweet and sounded genuine and Tessa thanked him with her smile before turning her head to Rex, wishing she was tall enough to give his cheek a kiss without having to pull him down. As it was she had to settle for gently bumping his hip with her own.<br>"I'm more concerned about you with all these beautiful women around..."<br>Sounding rather playful Tessa slipped a wink at him before taking her glass to the patio, she was young and confident enough to be sure about her own ability to keep Rex from straying, after all his current secretary was also quite attractive and reportedly after Tessa's place.<br><br>"Oh, I'll joing you too if that's okay..."<br>Putting down&nbsp; her glass Tessa stepped out of her sandals and took off the sundress before lifting her hands to her hair, arranging her soft brown tresses to a sloppy bun secured by a tied ribbon before getting into the pool in a far more careful way than Terry, she didn't think her top would allow something like a dive.<br>"Oh this is heavenly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 23:26:03</strong>
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				Terry's head reemerged from the water almost three quarters of the way along the pool from where she had started. She wiped the trickling water away from her eyes as she straightened herself and began to tread the water. She smiled to Jerry as she noted his appearance near the pool. She nodded her head to Tessa as she slipped into the water and heard her happy comment. <br><br>"It certainly is. "<br><br>Terry's dark hair clung to her skin and a large group of strands rested over one eye until she took a deep breath and disappeared under the surface once more. She quickly appeared seconds later near Jerry's side tempted by the urge to splash water at him, a familiar playful smile touching her lips as she waited for the opportune moment to strike. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:49:22</strong>
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				Jim made sure the ribs were well-basted, taking sips of the wine and trying to avoid wincing. He was much more of a beer kind of guy, but Dr. Kissinger kept saying wine was an acquired taste... so he should acquire it, right? Fanning some of the smoke away from the grill, he turned down the heat of the coals before turning back to the guests, closing the grill so that the ribs could slowly cook inside it. His glance moved over the crowd who had assembled and rested on Bobby.<br><br>Wiping his hands on a towel near the grill, Jim approached Bobby casually, giving him a smile and a wave. "Hey Bobby! Glad to see you could make it, man. Where's Dani?" He looked around, searching absentmindedly for Bobby's absent wife. He was obviously a little oblivious to the conversations that had happened earlier, but Jim was an enthusiastic griller and it was sometimes hard for him to break his concentration, even for his old friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 03:56:11</strong>
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				The drive was gorgeous. Not just that, exhilarating. She'd never admit it to Bobby, but driving alone was one of her favorite things. For a person like her, someone who enjoyed the company of others so much, the solitude of a roadtrip was almost like a forbidden pleasure. It was her time to reflect, organize her thoughts and dig into things she wouldn't when others might spot her being less than her bubbly self. Of course, Bobby had seen that side of her a million times, but that didn't mean she liked it when he did. <br><br>This time, her thoughts were on the party, the coming weekend. She was looking forward to meeting their friends again, especially Grace and Jim. And then there was Rex's Tessa. Dani almost squirmed with excitement. She loved meeting new people, and a guy like Rex was bound to find himself a fun girl. <br><br>She parked her darling white beetle and got out. After considering to take her bag inside, she smoothed out her fitted, short dress, a turquoise and golden little thing with a low dipping neckline to make the most of her small breasts, and decided to leave the luggage for Bobby to bring in. <br><br>Following the directions off the note on the front door, she tiptoed through the beautiful house, glancing about for the others who were all there by the judge of car-count, and then out to the pool.<br><br>A bright smile lit up her face at the sight of everybody out there. <br><br>"Hello darlings!" She called happily and hurried over to Bobby for a hug and a kiss, her light steps bouncing with the energy she felt emerge at the atmosphere. This weekend would be so much fun!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 04:18:44</strong>
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				<strong>Bobby</strong><br><br>Bobby winced with a chuckle as Jerry punched him in the arm. He grabbed his arm with a laugh and punched Jerry in return. <strong>"Jerry! You hit like a girl!"</strong> He laughed as he scooted quickly away from Jerry to avoid another slug. He slipped up beside Grace again as she made her way back out to the patio, a case of beer in her arms.<br><br><strong>"Let me get that for you, Grace."</strong> He set his beer down on a nearby table and slipped his arms around the case of beer, lifting it's weight from Grace's grip and moved it over to the cooler. He set the case of beer down carefully and opened it, then began taking out the beers and restocking the cooler. <strong>"Sharing a bathroom with Rex? Oh no. I've been there. Done that. Rex, buddy. A word of warning. You get piss on the toilet seat and my wife will KILL you. Dead."</strong> He laughed again, winking over at Grace playfully. He loved to cut up with his friends. It was so good to see them all again. <br><br>He nodded to Grace as she mentioned waiting on Dani to take his bag up to their room. Standing up again, he checked his watch and noted the time. <strong>"She should be here soon. I hope she gets here soon, anyway. I can't wait to get my hands on her."</strong> He smiled at the thought and chuckled.<br><br>He saw Jim approaching and stood up to shake his hand. <strong>"Hey Jim. You know I wouldn't miss this weekend for the world. Dani's coming, she's ...."</strong> He was interrupted by the sound of his gorgeous wife. He was about to offer his hand to Jim for a firm shake but wheeled around towards Dani as she ran to him, a huge grin brightening his face. It was obvious he was desperately in love with her. He scooper her off her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist. He spun around with her once and then planted a big, steamy kiss on her lips, slipping her a little tongue. <strong>"Oh baby, I missed you. How was your trip?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 04:33:56</strong>
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				"Speak of the devil!" Jim grinned as Dani arrived, turning with Bobby toward her as he gave him a playful punch in the shoulder. "Bobby, you sonuvabitch... deny me a handshake, and I get to share the hug!" He laughed, letting Bobby get his kiss and romantic moment in but not waiting until the two broke apart to engulf the both of them in a hug. Laughing before he let go, he turned to Dani with a grin.<br><br>"I trust the drive down was safe and relatively uneventful?" A smile as he made eye contact with her, filling her in on the goings on. "There's some wine, beer out. I'm making some ribs in the ol' Egg, and Grace brought out her beautiful little appetizers. I think you already know your way around..." He gestured generically to the house--Dani and Bobby had already visited, so he didn't put much tourguide into the mix.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 04:45:25</strong>
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				"Mmm... Quiet," she chuckled against Bobby's lips and then wiggled out of the double hug to give Jim a proper one. <br><br>"Hello darling," she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Yes, the trip was completely boring without Bobby singing his heart out, that much is for sure." She chuckled and nodded, "yes, we know our way around." She danced over to Grace and gave her a big hug and a kiss. <br><br>She adored Grace. The other woman was like a sister to her, a kindred spirit even. She felt completely at ease around her and utterly free to fully be herself. The fact that her husband was almost as wonderful as Bobby didn't spoil it either. <br><br>"Grace, sweetheart. Thanks for having us! It's been too long, hasn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 04:52:43</strong>
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				Watching as Dani made her entrance and made the rounds with the boys, Grace couldn't help but smile. Dani always reminded her of herself, or at least the bits she liked about herself. Always bubbly and happy, ready with a hug...which she gladly accepted as the girl made her way over to her. "It's always too long since we've seen each other, even if it's just a day, honey." Giving her an extra squeeze, she let her go, but kept an arm around her waist. "I hope you had a good trip. Sounds like you missed your hubby, but if you're anything like me, you had a blast anyway, didn't you?" Seeing the light in Dani's eyes, Grace knew her assessment was correct.<br><br>Turning to Bobby, Grace smiled and said, "Bobby, why don't you take your bags up now. I'm sure Dani's got plenty of luggage with her." Winking at the girl on her arm, she let her go and walked back over to her lounge chair. "If you two want to change or freshen up, you know where everything is. I restocked your bathroom this morning, so there's plenty of stuff in there to...um...play with." Grace laughed and settled in to her chair. "You let me know if you need anything, ok?" Resting back, she nodded her head to the Janis Ian tune playing on the radio...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:00:44</strong>
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				Jim jumped as if he'd forgotten something, tapping Bobby on the back. "Hey Bobby... when you come back downstairs I have the most awesome new toy to show you!" A bit giddy, Jim walked into the house with a grin and came back a few minutes later carrying a brand-new 8 Track machine. Putting it on the patio table, he walked over to the radio, then turned to Grace. "You don't mind if I turn this off for a while, right love? To show our guests the wave of the future?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:05:11</strong>
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				He chuckled, rubbing his arm where he got punched for the second time in recent minutes. <strong>"Hey, I'm sorry Jim but she's waaaay prettier than you."</strong> He chuckled at Jim as he mentioned getting in on the hug. <strong>"Yeah, you just want to get your hands on my wife, Jimbo. Grace are you seeing this?"</strong> He laughed playfully as Jim hugged Dani. <br><br>He glanced up to Grace and let go of Jim, running into the house to fetch Dani's bags outside. <strong>"Sure thing Jimbo. Hey, you wanna give me a hand? I'm sure Dani brought enough bags for everyone."</strong> Again he laughed. He loved these weekend visits. It was filled with so much laughter and memories and good times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:12:08</strong>
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				"And I'm waaay prettier than you, which makes you one ugly little man..." Jim laughed jokingly as he got away from the radio that he was tuning, giving a sarcastic sigh as he went to help Bobby take their bags up to the room. "Always happy to provide assistance to the weak and un-manly..." <br><br>He smirked as he grabbed some of Dani's bags from out front and walked his old friend upstairs, using his head to motion to some of the speakers he'd just installed in the living room. "These are the other part of my new toy... Quad-8 sound system, latest technology. In twenty years, we're not going to be listening to the radio, we're going to be listening to high-fidelity 8-tracks with quadraphonic sound, my friend..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:25:24</strong>
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				<strong>"Hey, what about Rex and Jerry? Surely I'm prettier than those two!"</strong> He joked with a smirk. He ran out to Dani's car and smiled at the number of bags she brought. <strong>"Weak and unmanly? So, that's why you never help anyone but yourself, eh?"</strong> He walked over and picked up the rest of Dani's bags and followed Jim inside, looking at the speakers he indicated.<br><strong>"Oooh. Quad eight system, huh? Sounds like another calculus equation to me. Wow, Jim... quad eight, high fidelity, Eight track, quadraphonic... have you been holding out on the good stuff man?"</strong> Bobby joked, gesturing like he was smoking a joint and followed Jim up the stairs to his and Dani's room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:27:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace chuckled as the guys played around with each other. It was always like this. Playful "man teasing" she called it. "Yeah, show them your new sound system, honey. I'm sure they'll all love it!" She watched as Jim went to help Bobby with the bags. Speaking to no one in general, she sighed, "It's getting hot out here, I think it's about time I got in the pool as well."<br><br>Rising from the lounge, she walked over to the deep end of the pool and dipped a toe in. Mmmmm...nice and warm, she thought. Grace took one small leap into the air and went straight down into the water, feet first. Letting herself sink to the bottom, she pushed off from the floor and shot up out of the water. She pinched her nose shut with her fingers and tilted her head back into the water, smoothing back all of her hair at once. Rolling over onto her back, she let her body float towards the others at the shallow end. "Hey, maybe later we can play a little Marco Polo, eh?" she called out to no one in particular.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 10:43:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani chucked at Bobby and Jim's friendly banter. Being around these guys brought out a different side of her husband, he was simply... happier somehow. She smirked as they carried her bags upstairs, looked at Grace and laughed. "Yeah, I brought enough to stay two weeks at least."<br><br>When her friend got in the pool and suggested a game, Dani clapped her hands together enthusiastically. "What a great idea, darling!" She tugged at the hem of her dress and started towards the house. "Ooh, I must go change into something delicious and watersafe!" She winked over her shoulder at Grace and the other girls as she stepped through the door, and then joined the two men and her luggage upstairs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 10:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry waved over to the guys that appeared to be circling around one of Jim's new toys and laughed quietly.<br><br>"I am sure we can find a way to distract them from their new toys to play a game or two."<br><br>She smiled to Grace giving her a playful wink as she brought her attention to Dani and gave her a welcoming wave just before she turned to walk to her room and get changed. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 11:42:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby stepped inside the bedroom. The same bedroom they'd used last year during their weekend stay. He gave the room a quick sweep noticing that the decor had changed since their last visit. <strong>"Oh, I like what you've done with the room. Very... cozy."</strong> He set the bags down at the foot of the bed and walked over to the window, pulling the drapes back a bit and peering down at the pool below in time to see Grace hop into the water. <br><br>A smirk played across his lips as he watched for moment. <strong>"Looks like all the girls are gettin' wet."</strong> He didn't see Dani in the pool, his bedroom brown eyes dancing about the patio area below in search of her. He mumbled to himself, <strong>"Now where... is... Dani"</strong> He turned around to say something to Jim and saw Dani standing in the doorway, tugging at the hem of her short, fitted dress, that familiar twinkle in her eyes. <strong>"Hey baby. I didn't know you followed me up."</strong> He glanced to Jim and then back to Dani, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets with a smirk, eyeing his wife up and down. <strong>"Did you come for your bathing suit?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 18:21:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes. Grace suggested a game, and the water seems wonderful." Dani smiled at Bobby, hunched her shoulders a little and blew him a kiss. Then she positioned herself between him and Jim, her back to her husband, and winked at Jim when she said, "Zip me down, baby." She arched her back a little to ease Bobby's access and chatted with Jim while she waited.<br><br>"How have you been? Keeping busy, besides redecorating and hosting weekend getaways?" Her tone was casual but her eyes gave away how fond she was of her husband's friend. The same applied to Grace. Obviously. She smiled and looked around. "The room looks gorgeous. Don't you think, darling?" She smiled at Bobby over her shoulder and an affectionate tone filled her voice. "We'll be very comfortable here." She turned her head back and winked at Jim. "As usually." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 19:15:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby smirked , glancing from the zipper at the back of Dani's dress to Jim standing opposite him and facing Dani. He knew she was going to pull something like this the moment he saw her standing in the doorway, that ooh so familiar look in her eyes was a dead giveaway.<br><br>Bobby reached up and grasped zipper to her dress, slowly pulling it down her back. <strong>"Yeah, the room does look great, Jim."</strong> He glanced up to Jim, that smirk still on his face, and leaned down nuzzle and kiss the back of Dani's neck. The zipper all the way down, Bobby slid his hands inside her dress at her waist and pulled her into him briefly, feeling her backside press into him. <br><br>He knew Dani loved the attention and truth be told, Bobby always loved the attention she seemed to garner too. He glanced up at Jim to gauge his reaction, his expression at seeing his stunning wife. <strong>"I'm sure we'll be completely satisfied here. As usual."</strong> Bobby quipped as he slid his hands up along her back, pushing the fabric of Dani's form fitting dress over her shoulders, curious to see how far Dani would take this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 01:47:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Bobby!" She gasped and laughed, cupping her breasts to keep the dress from falling off. She leaned into him and turned her head to kiss him on the jaw. "Such a guy," she mused and smirked. <br><br>She glanced at the luggage, trying to remember where she'd put her favorite suit (http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4436851536_9ffb300fd9.jpg). It was a beautiful, purple two-piece, designed to draw attention to a woman's upper curves and compliment the bottom ones. If there was anything Dani was self-conscious about, it was the size of her thighs. She felt they were too big, out of proportion to the rest of her, but Bobby made sure she knew how much he liked them. Just as he did with every other part of her. <br><br>"Off you go boys, I need to change," she said before moving away from Bobby and nodding towards the door. <br><br>She winked at Bobby and looked Jim in the eye, oozing with mischievous energy and barely able to stand still. She almost felt like dropping the dress and changing then and there with the men watching, but that was a bit too much attention, even for her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 02:50:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rats... would've been like that strip club back in freshman year, huh Bobby?" Jim nudged Bobby a little as he headed downstairs, unbuttoning his own shirt and tossing it in his and Grace's bedroom on the way down. His shorts, he figured, would do for the water too. Grabbing a Cat Stevens 8-track on the way out, he slid the door to the patio open, turning the radio off and putting the 8-track on at a slightly higher level. The music didn't sound like a live performance, but was much smoother than the radio. "Don't you guys love that sound?" He asked no-one in particular before diving into the pool, coming up and splashing Grace.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 03:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby brandished a quick, guilty grin as Dani leaned into him. He discreetly slipped his hands under her bottom and gave her a firm squeeze. She moved away from Bobby as Jim made his strip club comment. He nudged Jim back and feigned innocence. <strong>"I have no idea what you're talking about Jimbo."</strong><br><br>He glanced to Dani as he moved towards the door, seeing the way she was looking at Jim. That look. He felt a small stab of jealousy at the way she looked at Jim but he smiled, leaning in to steal a long, wet kiss as he slowly backed out of the room.<br><br>Bobby sighed, his smile huge and bright. <strong>"GOD, I love that woman!"</strong> he hurried down the stairs after Jim. <strong>"Damn, Jimbo! That <em>does</em> sound good."</strong> Bobby said as he moved back out to the patio near the pool. He picked up his beer and took a long drink, finishing the can and tossing it in the trash as he began to play the air guitar and dance to the tune. <strong>"That sounds <em>REAL</em> good.!"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 07:27:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[6pm - Friday]<br><br>Grace had always loved floating in water. Ever since she was a little girl, and her grandma taught her how, she loved to just lie back and let the water buoy her up. Listening to the group, she kept her eyes closed and just drifted serenely, aware of each person's movement in the pool simply from the ripples they caused. She knew someone had jumped in, but was understandably surprised as Jim splashed her. Sputtering a little, she let her body drop back down into the water. <br><br>"Jim!!" she shouted, cupping her hands and splashing him back. "Silly man!" Grinning, she dived down into the water and tugged his shorts down around his ankles. She laughed as she broke the surface a few feet away from him. "That'll teach you to splash me when I'm floating." She chuckled again and stuck her tongue out at him playfully. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 08:21:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rex had given and took the verbal barbs with the best of them. It was just like when they were back in college and up to no good. Rex took the opportunity to go up to the bedroom and pull out his swimsuit, the day getting pretty warm, he would take a dip before it got too chilly.<br><br>"Who knows, Jim. I've seen some patents and tradeshows about this thing called LaserDisc. It's like a vinyl record equivalent for VHS." Boys and their toys, to be sure, "It's supposed to take off the same way <em>cordless</em> phones have, if they can get the price down."<br><br>Mounting the diving board, Rex took a moment of concentration before launching himself once, twice off the board to forward flip twice before plunging head first into rippling pool. He stayed underneath the liquid plane, adjusting his eyes to the slight sting of chlorine and admiring the view of the ladies from underneath, until he found the one he was looking for.<br><br>Kicking off the bottom, he darted to the familiar legs and bottom of Tessa. His hands graced her ankles, legs, then hips as he finally broke the surface to inhale the sweet tang of salt air. His hands settled on her stomach as he snugged his buxom bride close, while still able to kick freely. He kissed her neck from behind in a small moment of intimacy and whispered in a low voice, "Enjoying yourself sweetie?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 11:44:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani glanced at the door as soon as they were gone and shrugged the dress off. She glanced at it again while she opened the suitcase she was pretty sure she'd put the bikini in. A trickle of excitement ran through her as she dug up the purple two piece and changed in a hurry, looking at the hallway from inside the room. The idea of someone walking by was so much fun... Even if she wasn't exactly sure what she'd do if someone actually did.<br><br>When ready, she tiptoed downstairs and out to the pool. She positioned herself on the edge and blew a kiss to those already in the water before diving in. Her body slid smoothly under the water and she surfaced next to Jim and Grace.<br>"Ahh, this <em>is</em> lovely," she said happily and planted a quick kiss on Grace. "Shall we play?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 19:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace watched as Dani emerged from the house in her purple suit. It definitely accentuated her figure and Grace couldn't help but admire the girl. As she went into the water, Grace could see Dani coming up close by. Kissing the girl back lightly, Grace took her hand and pulled her towards Terry &amp; Tessa in the shallow end of the pool. Looking at the girls, Grace whispered, "I think, if we do play a game, that it should be girls against guys, no? Who's up for it?" She grinned and looked up at the boys milling around the stereo system, while Jim swam nearby. "Though it looks like the food might be ready soon...Worse comes to worst, we can always hop in the hot tub after we eat, too..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:23:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby grabbed another beer from the cooler and moved towards the big, comfortable looking loungers beside the pool. Dropping into the thick cushions, he reclined back into the lounger, leaning over to one side and propping himself up on one elbow. He popped the tab on the beer and took a drink. The Cat Stevens song came to an end as Bobby watched the others frolicking in the pool. The girls had all gathered at the shallow end and seemed to up to something, speaking in hushed, conspiratorial whispers and looking very guilty already. Bobby just smiled and shook his head, wondering what the women were up to.<br><br><strong>"Hey Jim, you got one them 8 track doo dads in the Aerosmith variety? I'd love to hear Dream On (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=post;topic=77691.50;num_replies=57) on that hyper quadra supercaligragiwhatsit."</strong> He lounged lazily and let his sunglasses fall into place over his eyes as the sun began to dip low in the sky.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 01:33:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jerry had slipped back upstairs to slip into his own bathing suit when he caught the sight of Dani changing from a dress into her bikini. He stared blankly into her room for a moment longer, locking eyes with her, before moving on to his own room. The man just shook his head with a low whistle as he walked into his own room and set about trying to find his suit among his luggage. He found it, even though it was dwarfed by every other piece of clothing he owned. <br><br>Jerry took no time in stripping out of his clothes to slip on the skintight black Speedo. He didn't much care that the other guys teased him for wearing it, not when he knew it drew the attention of the ladies. Besides, it was something he'd gotten used to wearing while swimming from being on Harvard's team. Suit on and towel in hand, he made his way back down to the pool where he struck a&nbsp; "macho" pose at the diving board. "Here I come!" he shouted before flying off the spring-loaded board and entering the water as a cannonball.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 01:49:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooh, I like it!" Dani chuckled at Grace's suggestion and glanced back at the guys, lingering on Bobby who'd made himself comfortable on a lounger. Then her eyes fixated on Jerry on the board and a number of spontaneous thoughts popped up over their tiny shared moment upstairs. "<em>I wonder if he liked what he saw...</em>" was the loudest thought. A guilty kick in the gut made her look away, her eyes landing on Jim in the water close by. Not much better. <br><br>Jerry's cannonball made her laugh and cheer, breaking her little moment of uncomfortable (but strangely exciting) thoughts. She whistled and then grabbed Grace and Terry by the waist. She leaned forward to make a little huddle.&nbsp; "What are we doing girls?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 01:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dammit Grace!" He dove down to retrieve his trunks, giving all who were watching a nice view of his ass and even a glance at his cock--only three or four inches while soft and embarrassed. Coming back up with his trunks in place, he grinned as he looked to the girls huddling outside with a smirk before looking to Terry. "What are you trying to do, drain the pool?" He laughed as he threw some water in his face before swimming quickly away, getting out of the water and pretending to spy on the girls before drying his hands off and changing the 8-track, but not to what Bobby had requested. "I told you Bobby, if you want rock, it's Zeppelin all the way! And yeah, Rex, I read about those laser disc things... sound like science fiction to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 02:00:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had noticed Grace pull don her partners shorts causing her to laugh aloud but at the same time look away before too much could be seen more out of general respect rather than lack of curiosity. Terry had observed Jerry leave the side of the pool even as she huddled with the women discussing their various schemes to get the males attentions away from the sound system. She shook her head slightly as he came back down in his Speedos. She had long known part of the reason he wore them and they certainly did catch the eye. It still did for her even this long into their relationship. She only looked away when he splashed into the water and she lifted a arm to defend herself from the sudden rainfall. <br><br>She glances to Grace and Dani when she felt the latter woman hand about her waist. <br><br>"I believe the suggestion was Marco Polo but perhaps with a twist..."<br><br>She looked over her shoulder just in case Jerry made a sudden appearance behind the little gathering.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 02:30:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmhmm, so what kind of twist do you have in mind, Terry doll?" Dani smirked and winked at the other girl, "I have some energy to burn before we sit down to eat, so I'd love a round of Marco Polo...!"<br><br>She laughed and bounced a little up and down, water splashing gently around her thighs and hips, and pulled the other girls with her in the movement. After a couple of bounces she let them go and buckled her feet, dropping into the water and disappearing under the surface for a second or two. She broke the surface with a bright smile and combed her short hair into place with her fingers. "What do you say, ladies? Shall we get the rest of the guys into the water?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 02:43:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zeppelin now echoing in the background, Jim slid into the water once again, swimming a couple of laps before circling the girls, splashing water playfully as he grinned to them. "So what's the conspiracy?" He dove back under the water and fled to safety, hoping none would catch him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 02:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping in mock surprise and her playful energy triggered to boot, Dani dove right after Jim. She slipped to his side, firm, long strokes carrying her onward until she could grab his arm and pull him up. The moment she came out of the water, nearly panting, grinning and holding his arm, she realized how silly the move was. What was she going to do now? So she simply let go, splashed a generous amount of water into his face and dove right back towards the girls. <em>Silly...</em> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 02:52:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry laughed at Dani's excitement and jumping about in the pool. Just as Dani re-emerged from the water Taerry felt a new spray strike her face and turned just in time to see Jim trying to swim away. She shook her head slightly though&nbsp; did a very shallow dive into the water and gave chase. She had like&nbsp; Jerry swam in high school and college though not on the level he had been but she was certainly a fast swimmer. Her hand playfully tugged at the back of Jim's swimming trunks and then released as she rose to the surface. <br><br>If he was still below her she gave a playful tap of her feet to his back though she mostly tread the water to not cause him a injury. Or so she imagined herself doing until she saw Dani take after him while her and Grace stared after the playful pair. <br><br>"That's one way to get them to join in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 03:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby took another long pull from his third beer as Jim started Zeppelin in his new fangled music gadget. <strong>"Zeppelin's solid Jim, don't get me wrong. But a man needs a little variety every now and then to better appreciate the finer things. Can you dig it?"</strong> <br><br>Zeppelin started playing, [noembed] You Shook Me &nbsp;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXKzH5UXYjU#)[/noembed] and Bobby grinned. A big, slow smirk crept along his face as the song began and his eyes searched for Dani, watching her knowingly. <strong>"Now THIS is far out."</strong> He mumbled to himself, no one else close enough to hear him.<br><br>Bobby sat his beer down on the table and started to do a playful little mock striptease to the song, slowly pulling his shirt up and off and twirling it over his head as he stared at Dani. He pantomimed the lyrics, pointing to Dani as he turned, twisted, swayed and gyrated.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 03:33:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took a look at Dani, maybe a look that was a few seconds too long, catching her wrist as she went away but then just grinning and laughing. "I'm just as quick..." He smirked to her as she walked away, watching Bobby dance to the strains of the song playing and looking away with a mocking grimace. "Oh god please, make him stop! And no, Bobby, I don't dig your godawful music!" <br><br>He stuck his tongue out as he swam back to the girls. "So, seriously, ladies... ribs will be ready soon, what's your little game?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 03:49:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned back at Jim for a moment and then laughed at Bobby's striptease. "Darling, you're no good at this. Just take them off in a hurry and get wet with me!" She winked and wiggled her shoulders, then blew him a kiss. <br><br>"I think we'll wait until after we eat," she answered Jim's question with a questioning glance at the other girls. "Yes?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 04:01:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jerry swam up to the gathering at the one end of the pool before popping up from beneath the surface. "What's going on over here? I learned long ago that any gathering of women meant bad news for the men nearby!" he exclaimed with a bright smile. His eyes glanced over at Dani and gave the woman a playful wink before looking back to the rest of the group for an answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 05:29:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace was relaxing in the water, watching the various antics with a smile. Men are always curious, she thought. And yet, we're the ones compared to cats! As Dani &amp; Terry took off after Jim, she kept her eyes on Jerry instead. She had noticed how he looked in that speedo &amp; it was certainly not lost on her that he used to be on Harvard's swim team. Then Bobby began his striptease &amp; she burst out laughing. Calling out with Jim, "Yeah, someone please make him stop!" Catching Bobby's eye, she gave him a wink and waited til the girls were with her again. Knowing they'd be eating soon, she had to agree. "I guess we can play after we eat, sure. But maybe not in the pool. I think the hot tub might come in handy then. You know what they say about swimming after you eat &amp; all." She looked up at Jim &amp; Jerry as they came to investigate. "Nothing, boys...we may have a game for later, that's all..." Relaxing back on the steps in the shallow end, Grace couldn't help but look over at Bobby again. Damn him, she thought and smiled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 08:51:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby could sing really well, sure, and he could play the guitar like it was nobody's business. But apparently he had two left feet when it came to dancing. Bobby new he wasn't the most... graceful person when it came to dancing but he gave it his all as he playfully swayed to the Led Zeppelin tune.<br><br>He smiled and chuckled as Jim and Dani both made fun, which only made him turn around and wiggle his back side at them. He twirled his shirt some more before tossing it aside to the lounger where he'd just been moments before. He glanced at Grace as she commented, that big smile still in place. He caught the wink and puckered his lips at her to give her a long distance kiss. He scooped up his beer and danced his way to the edge of the pool's shallow end, before he finally stopped dancing. He bent over and set his beer on the ground, rolling his pant legs up to his knees and then lowered himself to the deck, sitting on the edge and letting his feet dip into the water up to his calves. He grabbed his beer again and took another long drink, watching Grace for moment from behind his aviator's sun glasses.<br><br><strong>"The hot tub sounds pretty groovy, actually."</strong> He looked to Jim then, <strong>"You need any help with those ribs, Jimbo?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 09:51:12</strong>
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				[7pm - Friday]<br><br>Grace followed Bobby with her eyes as he made his way over to the shallow end of the pool. She didn't hide the fact that she was looking, either. She also didn't miss the fact that he was looking back. Reaching over to tickle Bobby's foot gently, Grace stood up and adjusted her bikini bottom as she exited the pool. She dried off a little and walked over to the Egg &amp; checked the ribs for her hubby. <br><br>"Looks like the food is almost ready, baby," she called out to Jim. "I'm going inside to get the potato salad and stuff, ok?"<br><br>Grace enters through the sliding doors again and starts getting everything ready in the kitchen. Pulling out various Tupperware, a gift from her aunt, she starts stacking up containers of potato salad, coleslaw and cucumber salad. As she worked in the kitchen, she couldn't help but let her mind wander back to that night. It was the last time Bobby &amp; Dani had visited...<br><br>Shaking those thoughts from her head, she started carrying the containers out to the table on the patio. Running back inside for the plates, forks, and napkins, she stopped before going outside again, watching everyone through the glass sliding doors. Smiling as she saw old friends and new ones having fun, she sighed, not noticing how her grip tightened on the items in her hands as her eyes fell on Bobby again. <br><br>Grace put the plates and things out on the table and called out, "Jim, whenever you're ready, babe!" Checking the cooler, Grace was satisfied they had enough beer. "Let me know if anyone wants some wine, ok?" she said to no one in particular before taking a seat on the edge of her favourite lounge chair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 10:15:04</strong>
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				Bobby chuckled and shook his foot as Grace tickled him, splashing her playfully. He saw the way she was looking at him and he felt a familiar stir of excitement. Lifting his sun glasses to rest atop his head, he openly locked eyes with her, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He let his eyes follow her and settle on her shapely rear end as she exited the pool and adjusted her bikini bottom. <strong>"Mm Mm Mm"</strong> he muttered quietly, shifting his gaze back to Dani with a grin.<br><br>He kicked his feet, splashing water on Dani and anyone who happened to be near her. <strong>"Is that wet enough for ya, babe?"</strong> He chuckled. He glanced back over to Grace and called out, <strong>"You need any help with anything Grace?"</strong> But Grace was already moving over to the lounger. He pushed himself up and finished the last of another beer. He was really starting to feel much more relaxed now and for the first time the smell of the BBQ wafted past and made his stomach growl quietly. <strong>"Man that sure does smell delish, Jimbo."</strong><br><br>He walked over to the lounger and plopped down next to Grace... right next to grace. Glancing over at her he just stared for a few minutes with a big stupid smile on his face before he finally blurted out. <strong>"Hi."</strong> The big smile quickly resumed as he stared at her, stupidly, playfully, trying to get a reaction out of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 10:27:54</strong>
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				Grace waved off Bobby's offer as she had already gotten everything out onto the table. They were just waiting on Jim to put the ribs on a platter, really. So, when Bobby came and sat down right next to her, she couldn't help but chuckle at the expression on his face. "Hi there, Bobby," she said, reaching out to touch his knee lightly. "I'm really glad you and Dani could make it. I've missed you...both." She winked and grinned back. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see others looking over at them curiously, but ignored it. Stretching out on the lounger, she plopped her feet into Bobby's lap gently. "Hope you've got a big appetite tonight, babe." She wiggled her feet in his lap and looked up to see if Jim was ready with the ribs yet. Looking back at Bobby, she grinned wide and laughed softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 10:48:32</strong>
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				Dani watched the exchange between Grace and Jim with growing discomfort. She would be jealous if it were just playful flirting, but knowing just how serious they were... Her heart was racing and she felt her muscles tense and relax without being able to control it. She had to do something before the others noticed. <br><br>She kept a straight face and even managed a playful splash back when Bobby finally directed a bit of attention back her way, but when he followed Grace to the longer... When he sat down and attempted one of his boyish moves on her, resulting in gorgeous legs in his lap...<br><br>Dani‘s energy had shifted from playful to almost fidgety while this was happening. She moved over to Jim, knowing he was the only one who‘d understand. For more than the obvious reasons.<br><br>"He‘s being so... obvious, Jim, I..." she said quietly for Jim alone to hear and drooped her head a little with her eyes on the couple on the lounger.&nbsp; Her playful bounce was gone and she stood still with her arms folded under her breasts. She felt stupid for being so jealous when she was such a flirt herself, but she couldn‘t help it. Bobby was... hers. And as much as she loved Grace... Well maybe that was the reason. She loved Grace so much, she had to wonder if Bobby was seeing things in her he felt were lacking in Dani.<br><br>"I need a hug", she said a little louder, but still not loud enough for others to hear than those close by, and managed a little chuckle to soften the edge. Damn how she wished she was as perfectly shaped and pretty as Grace right now. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 11:05:31</strong>
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				Bobby stifled a chuckle at Grace's reaction to his playful expression. He leaned back into the lounger, feeling the touch of her hand upon his knee. Placing his hand on hers his expression softened. <strong>"Are you kidding me? Dani and I wouldn't miss it for the world, would we baby?"</strong> He glanced to Dani and nodded as he turned back to Grace. <strong>" We've both missed you guys too. Honestly, Grace, we should do this much more often."</strong><br><br>She swung back and put her feet in his lap. He let his hands rest on her shins, rubbing them softly. He arched a brow playfully. <strong>"Well that depends on what's on the menu, my dear Grace"</strong> He moved his hands down to her feet and began to massage.<br><br>Glancing over to Dani as he kneaded his fingers and thumbs into Grace's small feet, he noticed Dani's expression and, although she tried to mask it he could see her discomfort. He instantly felt guilty and gave Grace's leg a quick pat before sitting up proper and letting his hands fall to his lap without a word. He watched Dani closely until she looked at him again and mouthed a very exaggerated <em>"I LOVE YOU."</em> His playful expression was gone, replaced by a serious, <em>'and don't you ever forget it'</em> look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 15:09:05</strong>
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				Terry herself had retreated to the deep end of the pool as she observed the to-ings and fro-ings of the group. Once she had noticed that her finger tips were more prunes that skin she swam over to the steps and pulled herself out.&nbsp; She had forgotten to bring herself a towel so simply shook herself slightly to rid herself of the excess water and allowed the warm evening air to dry her naturally. The smell of the food reminded her that it had been several hours since she had eaten or drank anything. <br><br>She offered help to Grace but got a simple waving off at her to which she returned outside. It was not long after though she had not seen anything happen that she felt a shift in the dynamic of the gathering. She settled down on a sun lounger as she observed her friends with a fond smile. Her gaze focused on them as a whole rather than as single beings and it was only when she did and her gaze fell on Dani that she noticed the brief look of uncertainty perhaps cross her face. The look was quickly gone as she moved out of the pool. None the less Terry's dark eyes followed Dani's center of the world which was Grace and Bobby. The pair appeared to be lightly playing with each other as the oldest of the group always had. <br><br>She herself could not see why there was any cause for alarm as Dani moved over to stand beside Jim. Terry was too far away to hear anything that may have been said and even if she had been closer she would have drowned the pair out. Despite her bubbly nature Terry had always been highly protective of her friends privacy and what she saw as red zones of lines she would not cross.&nbsp; One of the reasons she was probably the most chaste appearing of the girls. <br><br>She noticed the sudden change in Bobby's way with Grace and the look he had given to Dani. It was beyond her still what had caused another sudden change but it was not her business to nose into theirs. She hoped the brief dip in fun would quickly pass and return to that of moments before. <br><br>"So Chef when do we finally get to eat?"<br><br>She called over to Jim to try and give noise where silence had fallen. <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 17:42:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim looked to Dani with a smile and a gentle nod, whispering in her ear and quite inaudibly to everyone else, "Don't worry about it... I've got you covered, just wait and see." His hand moved around her and pulled her in for a quick hug before she went back to Bobby and the rest. He paused for a moment, sighing to himself and glancing over everyone before he opened the grill to give the ribs another quick baste, the final of the night.<br><br>Shrugging to himself and putting on a grin as everyone began to comment on the food, Jim yelled "Barbecue takes time!" to the diners, giving them a grin as he waited for the last minutes and seconds of the timer he'd attached to the grill to count down, grabbing a serving platter from the inside while he did so. Finally, with a loud beep, the timer went off and Jim opened the grill, plating a few slabs of ribs, more than enough food, onto the platter.<br><br>He carried the platter to the table, setting it down with a flourish, and looking to them. "And now, for all your impatient appetites... dinner. Is. Served." He gave a quick laugh as he gave Grace a hug and a peck on the cheek, pulling her tightly to him as he glanced askance at Bobby.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 17:54:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace noticed Bobby's demeanour change and quickly followed his gaze over to Dani. Aching with more than a little pang of guilt, she felt herself flush. Perhaps she had been too obvious and overt, she thought. Watching as Dani went to get a little comfort from Jim, Grace smiled. Ah well, makes sense, doesn't it, who else but Jim would "get it." Grace noted the quick hug with a quirking of her lips. Turning back to Bobby, Grace flashed him a smile and said, "Why, ribs, of course! What else would be on the menu, Bobby?" She winked and got up heading towards Dani and Jim. <br><br>As she got closer to Dani, she leaned in and whispered to the girl, "He loves you so much, don't you worry about a thing, ok?" Stroking her arm lightly, Grace looked into Dani's eyes making sure she knew Grace had no intentions of reliving that night long ago. <br><br>Suddenly feeling Jim's arms around her, she turned to hug him back, giving him a proper kiss on the lips. "I hope everyone is hungry!" she called out. "My hubby here makes some fiiiiine ribs!" Bumping Jim with her hip, she looked back to Dani &amp; blew a kiss her way, hoping she understood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 18:06:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani relaxed into Jim´s hug and then sent Bobby a quick smile, acknowledging his effort to ease her mind. <br><br>She knew she had a good friend in Jim and that if push came to shove, he'd have her back just as Bobby would. <br><br>Just as she finished the thought, Grace came over and tried to reassure her. <br><br>"Oh, I know." She answered quietly and glanced over at Bobby. "I just... Can't help it. You know? Not since..." She didn't finish the sentence, but knew Grace understood. She smiled and returned the blown kiss as Jim grabbed his wife for a hug, and walked over to Bobby herself. <br><br>"I love you too." She mumbled into his shoulder as she hugged him. She couldn't help but look at Jim and Grace for a second, though. Thinking of another party at this house. Her eyes lingered on Jim a moment too long and then to her rescue, dinner was announced and the spell broke.<br><br>"Finally!" She teased and stuck her tongue out at Jim, then patted Bobby's thigh. "Go fetch me some food, loverboy." She giggled and winked at him, already on her way to go get the food herself. "I'm so hungry..." God it felt so much better to be free of that awful jealous feeling...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 18:19:46</strong>
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				Hanging on to her hubby by the waist, Grace looked out towards the pool and loungers. "C'mon everyone! Time to grab some grub!" Waving to Rex, Tessa, Jerry &amp; Terry, she grinned wide. "C'mon and eat..." Fixing a plate for Jim and one for her, she turned to him and nodded towards her usual lounger. "You gonna bring the drinks, honey?" She winked and walked over to the lounger and sat down with the plates on her lap, waiting for Jim to join her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 18:28:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rex and Tessa hopped out of the pool as well when dinner was called. "I'll get some for both of us."<br><br>After the early lunch and the swim, Rex was ravenous. The barbacue was perfect and there was food of all kinds, from Jim's famous ribs, to burgers and hot dogs. Grace's potato salad -and- macaroni salad. Cold cuts and cheeses, fruits and vegetables. It was a veritable cornicopia of delicous food. "You two always new how to throw a party. Maybe that's why we always come here instead of Bob's and Dani's or Jerry and Terry's."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 18:31:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby stood up as Grace moved over to Jim. He had an apologetic look on his face as she Dani came to him and hugged him. He wrapped her in a tender, loving hug, his hands gently rubbing her back as she mumbled into his shoulder. <strong>"I love you more than anything baby. You're the only woman for me... you know that right? That night..."</strong> He spoke quietly, so the others couldn't hear his private conversation. <strong>"... that didn't mean a thing, sweetheart."</strong> He glanced around at the others as they hugged.<br><br>He kissed her on the forehead and let her go as dinner was announced. She gave him a pat on his thighs and told him to fetch her some food and he obeyed immediately moving towards the platter of ribs. He caught the glance from Jim but decided to ignore it in hopes that the matter would be dropped.<br><br>Picking up a plate he smiled and forked a slab of ribs. <strong>"Damn, Jimbo. I think you've outdone yourself this time buddy."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 18:39:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey!" Dani protested grinning and waved at Rex. "My parties are fantastic, just to let you know." She chuckled and winked at Tessa, and then walked over to the loungers. She sat down next to Grace and nudged her shoulder into the other girl's. "This is wonderful, darling. All of it." She smiled and glanced about for Bobby. <br>"Coming honey?"<br><br>She was determined not to let anything ruin the weekend. And after all, her and Jim... She glanced at him now, a small grin tugging on the corner of her mouth. Well, she shouldn't be too upset about Grace and Bobby... Whatever that was, or wasn't.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 18:51:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby prepared a plate for Dani; Ribs, potato salad, cole slaw and some cucumber sald. He grabbed some silverware and plenty of napkins and brought the food over to Dani with a loving smile. Leaning down he kissed her on the lips softly and handed her the plate as she sat on the lounger with Grace.<br><br><strong>"Alright Rex! You're not invited to our party next time. But Tessa is more than welcome, right baby?"</strong> He joked and looked back to Dani, his eyes shifting ever so briefly to Grace as the two women talked, sitting so near each other. <strong>"You got a drink baby? What would you like? I'll get it for you. You just sit there and be pretty."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 21:11:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry smiled as the announcement that the food was ready finally sounded. She rose from the lounger she was upon and moved to the tables. She filled her plate then as she passed Jim landed a quick , chaste kiss on his cheek.<br><br>"I was beginning to think we would have to let someone else take over. Thanks dear."<br><br>She grabbed herself a glass of orange juice before returning to the sun lounger she had before. She saw smiles return to her friends faces and felt herself relax even more. She did not know what had passed between the four just that some thing had. She put any concerns she had for the weekend aside as she ate her food with gusto.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 22:53:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh wait... rock's no good for dinner..." Jim smiled as he walked over to the 8-track, taking the Led Zeppelin tape out and replacing it with some classical string quartet or other to match the mood as things slowed down and relaxed from what had been a relaxing but energetic afternoon.<br><br>He ran into the house for a second, pulling out a bottle of Malbec and fumbling a few times with the corkscrew, muttering under his breath until he got the thing open. Pouring the wine awkwardly into a decanter, he swished it around for a bit, looking to Grace as if he were seeking approval before putting it down and pouring a tad bit into a glass, smelling it and tasting it before pouring two glasses and bringing them over to Grace's lounger.<br><br>"Here you go, love..." He said loudly, then whispered to her, "Did I do that right?" with a grin. He took a seat next to her, holding his plate in his lap as he took a sip of the wine. The sun was setting behind the patio in a long Maryland twilight, and Jim stared off at the horizon, where the beach and shore lay beyond, pulling Grace close as he ate his meal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 23:48:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace called out, "Now, now, Rex! That's not fair. You've simply been to more of our parties than theirs." She chuckled and shook her head. Boys will be boys, she thought.<br><br>Watching Dani come over, Grace looked up at her warmly as she sat down next to her. Nudging Dani back with her shoulder, Grace smiled and said a quiet thank you. "I'm just happy we're all together," she said.<br><br>Grace definitely approved of the change in music. As much as she loved Zeppelin, she couldn't listen to it all day long. She noticed Jim decanting the wine and smiled. He was trying so hard. Daddy's friends certainly had an influence on him. As he came back and sat down next to her, she whispered back, "Perfect, my love." Taking a sip of the bold red wine, she sighed. This was one of her favourite wines. Watching as the sun slowly made its descent, she thought to herself that it doesn't get much better than this. Good food, good wine, good music...and most of all, good friends with which to share it all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 00:21:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Grace, I think Rex's point was he comes to ours more because, let's face it, we rock." He laughed as he looked to the rest of them, taking a bite of his ribs and then looking to the guys with a mischievous grin. "So, guys... who's up for a quick rib eating contest? Quarter slab, four ribs... or are you chicken?" It was like back in college, and there was nothing quite so fun, or quite so guy-ish, as a food eating contest. Still gnawing on the bone of his first rib, he walked around looking to the others. "Come on... Rex? Jerry? Bobby?" As he passed each, he gestured at them with his bone as if challenging them playfully.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 00:43:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jerry looked down at his plate of ribs and potato salad. Not a bad helping, but not nearly enough ribs for a contest like Jim was suggesting. "Fetch our own refills or can we have a lovely assistant to aid us?" he called out before settling down and dropping his plate on the table. "You're on Jimbo," he answered with a wink while looking around to the other men to see who else would accept the challenge. These weekends really did bring things back to when they were just four guys in a frat together, living for the moment. <br><br>"To the boys of Delta Tau Chi!" Jerry proclaimed while thrusting his beer can into the air toward the middle of the table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 00:46:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa wasn't exactly what one would characterize as the athletic type so her movements in the pool where languid and pleasurable rather than playful and energetic, mostly settling herself to floating around and enjoying the warm water than splashing about. It wasn't that she wouldn't do it if there was enough wine around but with each passing moment she felt less and less adventurous really as the sneaking sensation of being slightly out of place started to grow inside of her.<br><br>The pool was filling up as she looked around, having thought that she saw Rex jumping in but missing him as he swam under the surface to surprise her by gliding up so sneakily behind her, his arms snaking around her stomach to hold her close. Her skin burned slightly as his lips pressed against her neck and a smile started to form on her lips, the gesture calming her a little as she felt his body pressing against her intimately but thankfully hidden by the water.<br><br>"Yes...&nbsp; I am enjoying myself darling."<br>It wasn't a complete lie but Tessa could still realize that she was ensuring herself of that as much as him. She had only really talked to Grace on the phone and that only did so much to learn to know someone, the rest were complete strangers to her.<br><br>As she watched the girls huddle and the boys jab at eachother so comfortably a pang of... well she didn't quite know what it was, hit her. It could possibly be insecurity, something she hadn't really felt before. She wasn't shy about meeting new people but normally there wasn't any pressure in doing it, normally she didn't care what they thought about her because well, they didn't matter. These people mattered, they were the best friends of her husband.<br><br>Rex stayed so close, for a good while too, that Tessa almost felt reassured when the mouthwatering barbeque looked ready, his inner gentleman coming out when he helped her out of the pool and handed her a towel for a quick dry up though she had to smile to the fact that it was a miracle that he hadn't toweled her off himself. And that thought had her cheeks heating a little when she followed him towards the food, her stomach actually growling softly before she silence her belly with a crudite.<br><br>Sitting down with Rex Tessa accepted the plate she had been handed, her husband knew of her appetite rather well so there was a pleasing abundance of food set before her which she soon sampled with a finesse that had been ingrained since childhood. It hardly lasted long though as she heard the announcement of challenge.<br>"Uhm, I'm in if that's allright..."<br>Raising her first finished rib as her cheeks reddened Tessa glanced around, for the first time wondering if Rex would be ashamed of his gluttonous wife now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 00:50:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tessa, if you want to join, you're more than welcome..." Jim pulled up another chair around the big patio table, the platter of ribs in the middle. He looked to Jerry, shaking his head. "Jerry... all you've gotta do is lean forward to get a refill. No biggie, right? Or will you be too full to do even that by the end of the night?" He laughed a bit as he sat down, putting his one bone on the plate in front of him and grabbing some more ribs, waiting for everyone to be ready before starting. "Anyone else in?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 00:58:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her head and laughing as she watched Jim tease the other guys about an eating contest, Grace politely bowed out even though Tessa had joined the fray. "No thanks, honey. You know ribs go directly to my ass!" Laughing harder, she continued to nibble at her food, taking her time. Her father always taught her to eat as slow as possible. Taking another sip of her wine, she looked around to see who else might join in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 01:12:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry laughed as there was the offer for a food contest and then the gleeful celebration of the boys old frat. <br><br>"Thank you but no thank you. After seeing how much Jerry can eat when he wishes I know I would not even come close to winning."<br><br>She was one to savor her food especially when it was so deliciously done it would feel a shame to wolf it down without actually tasting it. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 01:59:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani giggled and nudged Bobby. "You should do it, baby." She laughed and winked at Jim, "you know I'm not going to take your challenge, I'm a nibbler. I take my time with what I eat. I'm no good in a contest!" <br><br>She glanced over at Tessa, smiling brightly as the girl joined in the game. "I will, however, cheer for Tessa! You go girl!" She blew Bobby a kiss, "Sorry love, but girls gotta stick together. Right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 03:03:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby grinned big as Jim issued the challenge. <strong>"You're on Jimbo. You think you can hang with the Master of Disaster, The Rib Neutralizer? You forget your place, Jimbo. Rex, Terry, Tessa... be prepared to watch a King at work!"</strong><br><br>He chuckled and winked playfully to Dani as he elbowed Jim, Rex and Terry. <strong>"You boys ready to be embarrassed?"</strong> He winked at Tessa. <strong>"Cause I think Tessa is about to blow us away."</strong> He could sense that Tessa felt out of place among old friends and she was the newcomer to their tight knit group. He joked, trying to make her feel more a part of the gang.<br><br>Bobby moved over to his plate and sat down, grabbing the ribs in his hand and getting ready, chuckling the whole time. He glanced up at Dani again, that smile on her face making him fall in love with her all over again. He winked at her over the ribs and readied to start the challenge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 04:30:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Master of Disaster is right... a master of making a disaster of yourself. Last time we tried this, you ended up with double the amount of barbecue sauce on your shirt, compared to the number of ribs you actually ate!" Jim laughed loudly as he looked to the sole hold out to the contest. "Rex, you in? Or are you afraid your wife will put you to shame?" He smirked as he looked to the ribs on his plate, getting ready to start as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 07:51:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've already accepted that Tessa can beat me in a bunch of things." With a little nudge and a wink at his wife, "The real question, you guys gotta ask yourselves, is if <em>you</em> can accept Tessa beating you." Rex's grin crept ear to ear knowing that he had a ringer that no one knew about. "Besides, I think I'll play ladies man and cheer with the girls." With that said, Rex put another helping of potato salad and a hamburger on his plate.<br><br>"Show these guys who their messing with, Tessa," Rex cheered his girl on, happy that she was finally getting comfortable with everyone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 08:51:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[8pm - Friday]<br><br>Grace joined in with the others cheering Tessa on. Having spoken to Tessa a few times on the phone, she knew she was a great gal, and this would be the perfect opportunity to seal her "place" in the group. Beating the boys at their own game is always a good feeling, she thought. Of course, Grace also felt somewhat obligated to cheer her hubby on. Winking over at Jim, Grace got up to sit next to Tessa, but somehow in the process, she managed to slosh her wineglass, dumping half her Malbec in her lap. "Dammit, that's never going to come out of this white suit," she muttered. Speaking to no one specific, she said aloud, "Looks like the gods wanted a sacrifice. Too bad it was my wine! I'm going to go up and change real quick. Be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail!"<br><br>Grace took her wineglass and plate in, dropping them off on the kitchen counter as she headed upstairs to change into a beige bikini (http://fcbahistory.pbworks.com/f/1231269279/MIla%20Kunis.jpg). Hopefully, I'll be able to keep the wine off of this one, she thought. Knowing no one else was likely to come upstairs at that moment, she left the door to their room open. It was at the other end of the hall, so no one should be there, except Jim, maybe. Looking out the bedroom window, she noted how the light was starting to fade. We'll have maybe another hour or so of daylight, she thought. Better tell Jim to pull out the tiki torches when I get down there...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 09:46:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry watched as Grace quickly rose from thelounger and for a moment appeared to be bleeding until she noticed the now almost empty wine glass and put two and two together. She raised a eyebrow to Grace just checking she was alright as she passed Terry by, once Grace was out of sight Terry turned her attention to the friends left as they got ready to eating themselves into a rib sauce induced coma. She chuckled quietly at the idea of Tessa beating the men at their yearly game.<br><br>"I think should Tessa win you lot you should give her a treat for being able to do so. If of course any of you can actually move after wards."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 11:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby sat at the table with sauce covered rib in his grip, poised over his plate and ready to devour the food. He was having trouble getting the large grin on his face as Jim recapped last years contest insomuch as Bobby was concerned. <strong>"Yeah, well I'm not wearing a shirt this year so... you just worry about actually getting the meat in your mouth and not all over your face like you did last year... let me worry about my wardrobe."</strong> He laughed as he glanced to Jim, nodding as spoke to stress to the point. He jeered playfully at Rex as he bowed out of the contest. <strong>"Aww you chicken. Letting the Mrs. take over for ya, huh?"</strong><br><br>He noticed when Grace spilled her wine in her lap. His eyes shifting to her bottom momentarily as she turned to enter the house. He quickly regained control of his wandering eyes, shifting them to the lovely Tessa instead, who was quite stunning herself. <strong>"I'm ready when you ladies are ready."</strong> He winked playfully at Tessa as he teasingly addressed Jim and Terry. His eyes found Dani's once more and he smiled at her. <strong>"You wanna count us down, oh love of my life?"</strong> He gave Dani an affectionate wink and waited, ready to make a mess and fool of himself with BBQ sauce and ribs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 13:34:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rolling her eyes at her husband's jokes, she positioned herself at the end of the table and held up a napkin. With a hand on hip and a cheeky grin, she wiggled her butt and announced...<br><br>"Ready... Set... GO!" And swung the napkin down to her side with style. "Eat up honeys!"<br><br>Then she settled herself close to Tessa and Rex, ready to cheer. She winked at Bobby from across the table and wiggled her shoulders, silently offering him a prize if he'd win, and then clapped her hands together. "Go Tess!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 15:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here we go!" He yelled quickly before digging into his plate, ripping ribs apart and stuffing meat into his mouth quickly, washing it down with the wine he had next to him. The first three quarter slab cuts disappeared very quickly, then another two at a slower pace as he watched the others, especially curious to see how much damage Tessa could really do. Of course, Jim had a slight advantage--he'd been working over the grill most of the day and had gotten quite an appetite.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 17:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Black hole stomach, I swear to you..."<br>Mumbling Tessa smiled and reached over to load her plate up with more ribs, it was a shame she wouldn't get to eat as much of the other food when doing this but well, if you had a talent... Taking a moment to give her husband a rather chaste kiss before her mouth was glazed with bbq sauce. <br>"Mmm I will if you cheer for me."<br><br>The brunette knew that there was a very definite risk of her eating too much to move later if she let herself get too caught up on the competition but well, she could always lay down on one of the loungers. Fearlessly she turned to her plate when Dani swung the napkin as a start signal, her generous mouth and white teeth proving their worth to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 20:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace made her way onto the patio as the rib eating contest was just starting. "I don't trust the boys," she said with a wink, "so, if no one objects, I'll declare the winner." She leaned against the table with all the food on it, looking back to notice how bare it was starting to look. Guess everyone was hungry, she thought. "Good luck everyone!" She stood there watching as the small group competing started eviscerating their ribs. Damn, look at Tessa go!!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 20:48:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby brought the rib to his mouth in a blur of motion, his face instantly covered in BBQ sauce as his teeth tore into the meat on the bone, quickly finishing the first rib, he grabbed a second and then a third, tossing the bones on a nearby plate. His hands and face were covered in BBQ sauce, some of it dripping off his chin and onto his chest just like it had everyone time they had the contest. It was a good thing he had removed his silvery polyester pullover earlier on. He glanced over at Jim briefly and then looked to Tessa. His eyes widened at how fast the girl ate and he realized he was quickly falling behind her. He focused, trying hard to catch up with the girl, chuckling at the same time and making it harder to eat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 05:51:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim's eyes widened as he saw the number Tessa was pulling on the ribs, throwing his last one down and leaning back in concession, giving a sigh as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh wow... Grace, I should've listened to you when you told me not to snack too much..." He grinned and wiped his hand on a napkin, rubbing his stomach in satisfaction as darkness grew closer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 12:38:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unable to take another bite, Bobby throws the last of his spent BBQ ribs onto the plate of bones. He had eaten quite a sizeable amount, but when he looked to Tessa's plate of bones he was shocked at the amount of meat that girl put away in such a short about of time. The contest wasn't over just yet as the "official" hadn't declared the contest to be over, but Bobby new he had lost. He was covered in BBQ sauce, uncomfortably full and had been bested by a beautiful, buxom girl! He would never live this day down. He chuckled loudly as he held his stomach, looking around at all the others. "Rex... where did you find this woman? She's amazing!" He thundered with laughter once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 14:17:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry like the other girls felt slightly torn between supporting their partners and the new girl so she alternated between the two and then her eyes grew wide as she admired how much Tessa had managed to eat in comparison to the boys. There was a slight flicker of jealousy at the amount the girl could certainly wolf down and still look as she did. She was certainly one lucky woman. <br><br><br>The jealousy died as quickly as it had risen , one of those times. It was not a serious pang and she forgot about it instantly especially as her gaze settled on Jerry's plate and how little he had managed to eat. She blew him a kiss as a consolation prize even though nothing was official yet it was obvious who was the winner. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 17:43:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[9pm - Friday]<br><br>Looking around at everyone, Grace chuckled inside as Tessa totally whipped the boys at their own game. She tried to remain a bit objective, since she was the unofficial "judge" but, she couldn't help but cheer her on. As the boys gave up, one by one, Grace walked over to Tessa, handed her a few extra napkins and said aloud, "We have a winnah!" in her best Howard Cosell voice. Grinning, she took Tessa's hand and held it up. "Let it be known that the boys of Delta Tau Chi have been summarily whipped by a girl...Theresa Sherridan!" Cheering and clapping, Grace looked at all the boys in turn, happy they were taking the loss graciously. "Ok, after that, I think we all need to just relax for a bit." Taking up a spot on her favourite lounger again, Grace patted her belly lightly. "Feels like I've got a baby in there!" She laughed and watched Jim pale a bit. "Relax, honey...we're not there yet." She winked and settled back into the chair, closing her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 22:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa seemed to have a bottomless pit of a stomach, her speed at first not incredible but when the others slowed down she just kept eating and eating. Maybe that was the secret to her boobs?<br><br>A couple of ribs further along than the boys Tessa looked aorund to see that they had all finished eating, leaving her pile of stripped bones higher than anyones and slowly Tessa set down the last one while making sure that her mouth was empty before she flashed them a satisfied smile. Her left hand grasped the napkins Grace so thoughtfully gave her and as her hand was lifted the brunette laughed.<br>"It's not my fault you didn't believe me about the black hole boys..."<br><br>Smiling at her wise husband Tessa patted her lips clean with the white napkin before bursting out in a giggle at the prospect of Jim needing to be calmed from Grace's remark. Privately she thought that she'd be the one horrified in the same situation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 03:27:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim was paling, sure, but more from the weight of the ribs in his stomach than the thought of a baby. Smiling and rubbing Grace's stomach gently, he smiled. "I don't think these'll get us there, unless you wanted a very porky baby... but we'll get there." He looked to her gently and staggered up, looking to the horizon. "It's getting dark, I'll get the tiki torches."<br><br>He walked to a shed off to the side of the patio, digging for a few minutes as he came out a bit more flustered than he'd gone in. "Shit... I forgot the tiki torches. Eh well, there's a convenience store a few miles down the road that has 'em, I'll take a drive down--I think we're running low on some supplies anyway. Anyone need anything?" He looked around, eyes lingering on Grace for a second, then on Dani--and almost perfunctorily on the other two girls.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:03:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani hugged Tessa cheerfully and kissed her cheek before clapping her hands briefly. "Fantastic,&nbsp; isn't she?" She asked everyone and no one. Her eyes moved to Bobby, seemingly unable to move, and she chuckled. "Want me to bring you some more?"<br><br>She grinned cheekily and then turned at Jim's question. "Yes, I do actually. Would you mind awfully if I joined you?" She smiled apologetically, already headin towards the house to get changed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:05:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jerry realized he was beat long before he was covered in bbq sauce, but that didn't stop him from devouring as many ribs as he possibly could. Finally, with a heavy belch, the male slumped back into his seat. "Well Jimbo... those are mighty good, but that gal beat us all eh?" he asked with a shake of his head that accompanied the soft chuckle. The man dabbed his face clean of any remaining sauce and gave Terry a helpless 'I tried' shrug. <br><br>"I don't need anything, but I'll come along with you if you want. No need for anyone to be off doing stuff on their own this weekend. Maybe us boys can go out to get rations while the girls setup whatever little game they've got planned?" he asked while setting his napkin down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim nodded to Dani before shrugging to Jerry. "No need... looks like Dani's got some stuff to pick up anyway, and I'll probably need the back seat for the tiki torches..." He headed upstairs himself to get changed, going out the front door in a t-shirt and shorts and waiting for Dani next to his '67 Mustang that was parked in the driveway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:11:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hurried upstairs, changed into the dress she'd arrived in and looked at herself in the mirror. She started fixing her hair and then rolled her eyes at herself and hurried back down, grabbing her purse on the way out of the room. <br><br>"Sorry to keep you waiting, hun." She smiled and tiptoed over to Jim and his baby. "Shall we go, then?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's..." He smiled to her, giving her a quick hug safe from the others' view as he fired up the car and sped down the road, top down, despite the predictions that the skies were perhaps prepared for an evening shower. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace had waved Jim off in response to his question. "Not that I can think of, honey," she replied. Simply raising an eyebrow as Dani mentioned needing something, Grace chuckled to herself. Ah well, that will give me time to work on things, she thought. Looking towards the rest of the group, she smiled calmly. "Feel free to wash up, everyone. If you wish to change, by all means. Looks like the hot tub will have to wait for another night. We've got maybe 30 minutes of light left, so we better head inside soon if Jim doesn't hurry back with those tiki torches." Giving Bobby a pointed look, she got up from her lounger and started grabbing containers to bring inside and put away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:58:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jerry slipped out of his seat, gathering up his own items, before moving to help Grace. "Hope you don't mind the help Miss Hostess, because you're getting in regardless," he said with a soft smile while scooping up the condiments and cradling them in one arm before heading into the house. The man had assumed something had happened between Jim and Dani at some point, given the way they looked at, and played with, one another. He hadn't a clue to what extent, but he didn't dwell on that either. "Just have to tell me where it all goes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 05:06:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning at Jerry as he gathered up some of the stuff on the table and followed her into the house. "Oh, just shove it all in the fridge, babe. I can always rearrange stuff later." Putting the lids on the Tupperware and 'burping' them, she stuffed them all into the fridge haphazardly. Turning to lean back against the counter. "All that's left is the meat, right? Didn't think there'd be any ribs left at all, considering the way everyone was gobbling them up!" She laughed and smiled at Jerry, reaching out to rub his arm gently. "Sorry you didn't make it, babe. Tessa just blew all of you boys out of the water." Wandering out of the kitchen back onto the patio, she grabbed the platter of ribs, looking for anything else that might need to be taken in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 05:35:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ya, ya she did. I wouldn't have guessed that girl could pack it down as easily as she did," he echoed while shoving the condiments into the fridge as she'd suggested.&nbsp; Jerry looked over to see her hand upon his arm, a friendly enough gesture but now he was second guessing everything. "Anything else I can do for ya Grace?" he called out after her while wandering back outside. The man let out a long sigh, standing in the doorway to the outdoors in just his speedo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 05:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Passing Jerry on her way back inside the house with the platter of ribs, Grace couldn't help but look down at the speedos. Looking up quickly, she murmured, "No, no...just relax and have fun, Jerry. I think we'll move things into the living room once everyone is done outside." Packing up the ribs in some foil in the kitchen and putting them in the fridge, she turned to look at the clock. Getting close to 10pm, she thought, I wonder when Jim will make it back.<br><br>Walking out towards the patio, Grace called out to the rest of the group. "I'm going upstairs to change again. It's starting to get chilly out here, so I suggest coming in to the living room. We'll have fun in the hot tub tomorrow." Grace winked and turned to go upstairs to change. Taking her time, she couldn't decide what she wanted to wear. Again, leaving her door open, she knew no one would wander down to this end of the hall. Rustling through her closet, she paused, spying the perfect outfit...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 08:37:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry watched as the group started to disperse slightly. She picked up the dirty left over dishes and took them into the kitchen she placed them next the kitchen sink and then checked the back garden for anything else that may have needed doing. She saw her shorts and head band and quickly grabbed the two&nbsp; before she went upstairs herself to get changed she landed a kiss on Jerry's cheek as she passed him by on her way. She thought she had caught a strange look on his face though she could not see the source of it as he appeared to be talking to only Grace. <br><br>She decided to warm her her chilling body to quickly grab a shower before we joining the group. She grabbed a towel and her selected dress to wear before making her way into the closest bathroom. She closed and locked the door in case no one heard the shower going. She stripped out of the now almost dry costume placing it in the sink before getting under the hot water. She quickly soaped herself down&nbsp; and washed her hair. The shower had only taken ten minutes at most before she stepped out and started to dry her hair. She wrapped one of the large towels around her as she worked on her hair. Once she was satisfied with being cleana nd fresh she pulled on the &nbsp;dress (http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg156/Crystal_Shar/152113L.jpg) she had selected. She dropped the dirty washing in a laundry basket and made her way back down stairs to join the group once more. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 11:49:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby groaned with discomfort as he leaned back in his seat, his hand perched gently on his slightly bulging belly. He smiled in spite of the discomfort of being overly full and listened to chattering and goings on around him, his eyes closed. "Tessa, you are insatiable." He peaked an eye open and glanced over to her whispering playfully, his face covered in BBQ sauce with dollops of the red stuff spattered on his bare chest. "You'll have to teach me how did that... and still not be painfully full." Bobby chuckled and leaned up again, grabbing a wad of paper towels and began wiping his face clean, then cleaning up his chest. <br><br>Standing to his feet, he collected his dishes and anything else he could grab and helped Grace clean up. He caught the look from Grace and grinned, looking to Dani as she offered to ride with Jim. "No, I can't think of anything Jim. You two be careful and hurry back. Take care of my wife, Jimbo. She means the world to me." Bobby didn't like the idea of the two of them driving off together, alone. His thoughts drifted back to that night and he couldn't help but wonder, to imagine... He pushed the thoughts from his mind, his lip tightening subconsciously from the images that had just raced through his mind. <br><br>Moving over to the lounger, he scooped up his shirt and slipped back into his jesus sandals before moving into the house. Jim and Dani had already driven away. She seemed so excited to go with him. She hadn't even said bye to him, let alone give him a kiss before leaving. That pained him, bringing more thoughts and images into his mind. He cleared his throat, as though trying to clear his mind as he walked towards the stairs.<br><br>"I'm gonna grab a shower real quick everyone. I smell like BBQ ribs and I'm all sticky." Without waiting for a response, Bobby ran upstairs. His mind was on Dani... and Jim as he absently walked down the hallway. His mind was occupied with unpleasant thoughts and wasn't paying any attention to where he was going. Turning and entering the room he looked up and stopped, frozen in place as his eyes settled on Grace in a stage of undress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 19:27:20</strong>
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				[10 pm - Friday]<br><br>Grace looked up in surprise as Bobby entered. She only had on a small pair of panties, as she usually went braless anyway. Covering her breasts just barely with one arm across them, she met his gaze unwaveringly. Her mind immediately transported her back to that night, soon after Bobby and Dani had married. They had been spending the weekend and someone had brought up the subject of swapping wives. She couldn't remember who it was now, but she knew it hadn't been her. Grace's face was flushed with excitement as she remembered that night. She stared back at Bobby, wondering if he ever thought of it, though from the look on his face right now, she supposed he did.<br><br>Tossing back her hair lightly, she smiled softly up at him. "What's the matter? Lose your way, Bobby? Or are you just worried about Dani &amp; Jim right now?" She could see the look on his face, and knew it was probably his worry that got him here. Taking a step towards him, she dropped her arm from her breasts and grinned, placing her hands on her hips. "What's the matter, Bobby? Cat got your tongue?" She chuckled and stuck her tongue out at him playfully, knowing he'd remember just how well she could use it, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 20:00:53</strong>
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				By the time Terry had returned down stairs she decided it was time to let her hair down properly. During the week she did not have anything to drink due to dealing with children the following day. It also helped that the school she was currently working for as heavily against drinking what so ever and thus she saved drinking anything alcoholic for the weekends only. <br><br>She did not see Grace nor Bobby as she walked through the rooms and into the kitchen and assumed they were upstairs getting changed. Jerry appeared to be stood watching the sky darken while Rex and Tessa were still outside celebrating her victory. She could not help herself as she laughed quietly at the look on the mens faces at how much she could put away. <br><br>She opened the fringe and found a bottle of wine though it had not yet been opened. She placed it on the counter and began to browse the drawers for the cork screw. If she did not find it in five minutes she would go back up stairs and ask Grace where it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 00:53:48</strong>
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				Bobby just stared, speechless for a minute. A million things racing through his mind all at once. He had been thinking of Dani and Jim, been distracted and lost his way to his room a few doors back. He lifted a hand to the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair and glanced back at the door. "I aaah...." He looked back and his eyes fell to her breasts when she let her arm drop. "Both, actually. I was just thinking about Dani being so eager to leave with Jim. She didn't even kiss me or say bye. She just... ran out. She seemed excited." <br><br>He sighed and moved to the bed, plopping his butt down on the mattress. He hung his head pitifully. He loved her so much. It hurt him to know that she had spent a night in his bed and to see how she eagerly left to be alone with him doing god knows what to each other. "I'm just crazy about her, Grace. She makes me crazy seeing her that way around him. I know she loves me but... I just can't help it, Grace." He sighed heavily and shook his head trying to push the thoughts from his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 01:55:02</strong>
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				Grace watched the emotions play out across Bobby's face and felt bad for the way she had teased him just moments before. As he slumped onto the bed, she moved to grab her favourite pink silk robe that was hanging on the back of her closet door. She tied it loosely about her before sitting down next to him. "Oh, Bobby...I wouldn't worry about it, honey. We had our night, too, and it's never changed the fact that we're friends above all else." She rubbed his back gently with one hand, her other reaching up to push back his hair. "Obviously, there was something she needed to bring that she forgot. She probably just had that on her mind, that's all."<br><br>Even as Grace said the words, she hardly believed them herself. She had seen the look on Dani's face, just as she had seen the look on Jim's. Oh well, she thought, it could be worse. They could be with strangers or something. Trying to keep smiling, she continued to rub at Bobby's back, doing what she could to comfort him. Pressing her body against his side, she wasn't sure what else to do, other than be there for him. As tempted as she was to misbehave, as she assumed her hubby and Dani were doing, part of her didn't want to give them the satisfaction. Grabbing one of Bobby's hands with her own and tugging it into her lap, she tried to catch his eye. "Hey...they'll be back before you know it, sweetie. Don't worry..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 02:25:32</strong>
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				He nodded at Grace's encouraging and pushed the thoughts from his mind. The fact that she had her arm around him rubbing his back and held his hand in her lap, certainly helped. Grace was right though. He noted the irony in his jealousy when he acted the same way towards Grace. It struck him that Dani seemed equally as jealous of him and Grace as he was of Dani and Jim. <br><br>He felt the silky smooth skin of Grace's thigh against his hand and he looked up at her, gently pulling his hand free of hers and turning it to place his palm on her thigh, gently squeezing. "Thank you Grace, for understanding. For being there for me. I don't see how you and Jim aren't so jealous.. or at least you don't seem to be." His hand caressed her creamy thigh as he spoke, and his eyes suddenly changed to something different... something more mischievous and playful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 03:20:51</strong>
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				Grace smiled softly as Bobby took his hand out of hers and placed it directly on her thigh instead. "Of course, I understand, Bobby! As for being jealous, well...I don't know. I get my pangs from time to time, but it's not something I dwell on. I always figured, if Jim wanted someone else, then by all means. Just don't expect me to hang around til he gets back, you know?" <br><br>She looked away then, realizing exactly what she had said, a flush creeping up over her face. <br><br>As she looked into his eyes once more, she noticed the change in his expression. "Maybe I let go too much, or maybe you need to learn how to let go a little more," she whispered, inching her face towards his slowly. Her Cheshire cat grin returning, she licked her lips slowly, but made no further move. If he wants something, he knows damn well how to take it, she thought, and if he doesn't, I'm not about to take what rightfully isn't mine either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 04:07:09</strong>
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				Bobby realized his own feelings for Grace and nodded silently at her words as she leaned in closer to him. His eyes shifted to her lips as that grin returned and her tongue darted out to glaze over them. He shifted on the bed turning to face her more directly and brought his hand up to her face, brushing her hair back before resting on her cheek. He let his hand trail slowly up her leg as he watched her talk.<br><br>"Yeah, perhaps you're right. Maybe I should just learn to let go more... live life a little. Doesn't mean I don't love her or we can't be together, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 10:35:20</strong>
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				Terry sighed as she failed miserably to find the much sought after cork screw. She had managed to find what she deemed to be everything else she could possibly ever need in a kitchen bar the one item that she required. She had to admit that some of the items were beyond her understanding for what they would be used for as she closed the drawer. She gave Jerry a firm hug from behind resting her head on his shoulder a moment.<br><br>"Just going to ask Grace where I can find a cork screw won't be long love."<br><br>She brushed her lips lightly against one shoulder before she turned and made her way back upstairs. She did not consider calling out to Grace that she was coming to give her a chance to make herself decent. The girls had seen each other mid change of clothes before numerous times so she felt no need to announce herself.&nbsp; Though as she stepped through the bedroom door a smile on her face it took a few seconds for the scene before her to actually make sense. <br><br>She could see the firm , muscular back of a man and Grace wearing just a pink robe from what she could tell. For a moment she wondered if Jim and Dani had returned and she had missed it when she had been in the shower though it was as her gaze fell on the mans hair that she inhaled sharply. <br><br>She noticed the hand high up on Grace's thigh, his other hand on her cheek and the intimate closeness that should only be shared between partners. For a moment she was tempted to simply depart from the room and leave the two to what ever desires they obviously had for each other but she was loyal to Jim and Dani also. It was as she remembered the look that had crossed Dani's face earlier in the pool. "<em>Were Grace and Bobby having a affair? Had they had one? Does Dani know or suspect?</em>" Unaware of that night between the two couples Terry did not think bad on any one. This sometimes could happen. She had always believed she was some what sister like to the group and that had spared her seeing any of the men as attractive beyond mentioning. Though she felt torn between the four she cleared her throat and managed to keep her face and gaze as judgment free as possible. Her years as a teacher helped but her tone of voice had changed to her normal quiet tone. Her voice seemed to have concentrated, seemed to be deeper and to the pair hopefully sounded loud enough to&nbsp; cause them to jump apart but she knew the sound would barely carry a foot behind her. No one down stairs would hear a thing.<br><br>"I see this is a bad moment to come asking for a cork screw."<br><br>The sentence was mundane and did not hint at any feeling she had to the two. Terry had always been one to let people live their own lives as they saw fit and was one of the least judging people she knew. Her gaze showed concern for what she saw rather than anger or upset at the scene she had stumbled on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 17:46:03</strong>
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				Dani walked into the house, a grin on her lips and a lingering sense of fun in her demeanor. She swung the little paper bag around as she tiptoed through to the pool and called out a quick "Hello!" before she went upstairs. She headed straight to the bedroom to put away the small necessities, pausing as she saw Terry in the door to Grace and Jim's room. <br><br>"Hey, darling," she said cheerfully and hurried over, "Is Grace there? I'm supposed to tell her the..." She stopped talking as she saw what Terry was looking at, blushing slightly and tensing up, but then relaxing and walking briskly into the room. <br><br>"Hello darling," she greeted Bobby, her eyes taking in his lack of shirt and Grace's beautiful figure wrapped in a robe. She was careful not to show her feelings, but sat in his lap and smiled at Grace.<br><br>"Jim had to go to another store, they didn't have those torches you want. They had the smaller ones and I suggested to just buy those, but Jim said they aren't as good and tend to throw little sparks sometimes..." She closed her mouth as she realized she was babbling and plastered on another smile. She rubbed Bobby's shoulder slowly and curled a little into him as she glanced at Terry, a sudden flare of insecurity flashing at the thought of her friend witnessing this... uncomfortable... situation. Then she reminded herself that Terry didn't know about the&nbsp; swapping. She'd have no reason to think anything of this. Would she?<br><br>"So what are you all up to? Moving into the house?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:01:53</strong>
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				[11pm - Friday]<br><br>At Bobby's words, Grace quirked an eyebrow, looking at him inquisitively. "We all know how much you love, Dani, honey." Grace smiled and let her hand trail up Bobby's chest, moving around to the back of his neck softly. "Anything is possible, honestly." As their lips got closer together, Grace could feel her heart thumping wildly in her chest. While she was not a cheater, somehow, being with Bobby didn't feel like cheating. <br><br>It was at that exact moment that Terry appeared in the doorway. Seeing her there over Bobby's shoulder, Grace immediately tensed up and plastered an uncomfortable grimace on her face. "Terry!" she called out. "Right...a corkscrew?" Grace fumbled with her robe, pulling it closed and a bit tighter around her body. "Ah...well...have you checked the bar in the living room? Or the one in the kitchen's breakfast nook? You might not have noticed it there in the corner. It's...um," Grace pulled herself away from Bobby a bit. <br><br>Which is when Dani showed up in the doorway, as well. Flushing bright red, Grace watched as the girl maneuvered her way into Bobby's lap. "No, no...not moving in," she replied. "Terry needed a...um...corkscrew! Right, Terry?" Hopping up from the bed, she moved to Terry's side. "Why don't I help you go look for it, sweetie?" Grace looked down at her robe, which was sliding open again, and quickly tied a knot in the belt. Moving past Terry in the doorway, she called out, "I think it's in the bar..." and continued her way down the stairs. Glad to be out of that uncomfortable situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:14:35</strong>
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				Bobby's hand caressed Grace's cheek softly. She was so beautiful and caring. His hand stopped high on her thigh, just a little past halfway up from her knee. He felt a flutter in his stomach that both excited him and scared him. He was attracted to Grace, sure. What man wouldn't be? Those eyes. Those lips. Those soft, round breasts. <em>No. I love Dani. I can't do this. I just.... can't</em> he thought, though his hands still lingered. His expression changed once again. She could see the struggle in his eyes, on his face. <br><br>"Grace, I..." His eyes said <em>I want you</em> and <em>I'm sorry, I can't</em> at the same time. He could see the soft expression in her eyes as well. <br><br>"I see this is a bad moment to come asking for a cork screw." <br><br>The sound of Terry's voice startled him and brought his hands snapping back away from Grace to rest at his sides. "Uuuh. Terry! Hi. No no, we were just... " Grace chimed in and answered Terry's questions about the cork screw. He nodded, obviously a bit unnerved at their situation. He wondered what Terry thought... what she might say and who she might say it to.<br><br>He was about to add to his already shoddy response when Dani appeared in the doorway. His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. He realized how this must look and... well, what it very well could've become. He also knew the effect it would have on Dani and he suddenly felt like a very bad husband and an even worse person. His heart broke for Dani, knowing what she must be feeling right now, thinking back on the emotions that were just wrenching his heart just minutes before at the mere thought of Dani with Jim.<br><br>He swallowed hard as Dani came over and dropped into his lap. He immediately wrapped his arms about her waist and puller her into him, pressing the side of his face into her chest just below her shoulder and hugging her tightly. "Hey baby."<br><br>He listened as Dani explained about the torches. He relaxed on the hug a little, letting one hand fall to rest on her thigh while the other one stayed around her waist, holding her against him. He could feel Dani's hand rubbing his shoulder as she curled into him. His hand caressed loving at her thigh.<br><br>"I was worried about you sweetheart. You and Jim were gone for a couple of hours and..." He couldn't bring himself to tell her about the thoughts that were running through mind, the thoughts that carried him to Grace's room. Grace promptly excused herself dragging Terry with her in search of the cork screw, leaving him alone with Dani. He kissed her arm at her shoulder as he slipped the hand at her thigh under her legs at the knee and stood up, cradling Dani in his arms. He searched her face for a clue about what she was thinking, waiting for her to look at him to lock eyes with her. "I need a shower. Won't you join me, sweetheart?" He left Grace's room with Dani is his arms and headed for their room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:27:14</strong>
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				Grace's flustered response and Bobby's eyes told her more than enough about what had been going on. She didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to think about it... But the thought of showering with him now, with the mental image of him and Grace floating around in her head...<br>"I think I'll just go and have a glass of wine, darling," she said quietly and finally looked into his eyes. Being in his arms like this usually reminded her of their wedding night, but now it only made her uncomfortable. <br><br>She smiled a little and nodded towards the floor. "Take a shower. I'll wait for you downstairs." She was going to find the only girl around who was not a part of the embarrassing moment in Grace and Jim's bedroom. The only girl she could imagine facing with a genuine smile right now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 19:57:07</strong>
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				His smile faded at her words and he shook his head gently, turning to find his luggage. He knelt down and grabbed his bag, tossing it onto the bed, a hint of frustration in his actions. He pulled the zipper open and rummaged around absently for something to wear. "Okay baby..." He pulled out a clean pair of white underwear and a pair of khaki shorts, dropping them on the mattress. His face was expressionless as he tried to mask his feelings. Wanting to avoid the topic that was on both of their minds.<br><br>He grabbed a light blue polo and scooped up the the shorts and underwear. Turning to her, he leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "I'll be down a few minutes love. Go on now and enjoy yourself." With that he turned and walked into the bathroom, setting his clothes on the counter and turning the shower on, reaching in a hand to gauge the temperature of the water before he stepped in and slid the glass door closed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 20:13:23</strong>
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				Amelia watched him go through his bag, find the clothes and dismiss her. When he was gone she dropped flat on the bed with her face in her hands and took a deep breath. This was no good. <br><br>A couple of hours he'd said. Was she really gone that long? <br><br>The thought that he might have worried about her and Jim, just as much as she worried about him and Grace, entered her mind. She bit her lip, exhaled slowly and rolled over to her back. <br><br>This was Bobby. Her Bobby. A little smile tugged on her lips and she lay her hands on her stomach, looking at the ceiling. Beautiful, darling Bobby. With his bright smile and his wonderful loving presence, no matter what. She felt a stab of guilt at the way she brushed him off and sat up in the bed. There was an easy way to fix that.<br><br>Feeling a bit more like herself, she slipped out of the dress and the underwear and wrapped herself in a robe instead. She looked at herself in the mirror, a slight smirk on her pretty face, and then padded quickly over to the bathroom. She opened the door quietly, hearing the rush of water from inside, and slipped in. <br><br>She dropped the robe on top of his clothes on the counter and slid the glass door open a little bit.<br><br>"Still want company?" She asked quietly in a sweet voice, her eyes glowing with the love she felt for him. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 20:38:44</strong>
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				Terry's face remarkably held well as she heard Dani's voice sound from behind her. If she had not already considered the thought that anything could of happened between the two they way they reacted to her words and Dani's indicated enough that some thing had. Terry was just grateful that she had appeaered before anything more could of been done as she did not wish to have seen that sight visited upon anyone.<br><br>She nodded her head slightly to Dani and Bobby as she quickly left the room and followed Grace down stairs. She could barely respond to her friends words said over and over again.<br><br>"I shall take a look in the bar Grace. I did not think to look there."<br><br>What the hell could she say. The only words that kept crossing her mind was how and why? Why were they like that when they had Dani and Jim? She kenw she did not know every detail of her friends lives and she was suddenly grateful that she did not.&nbsp; If there were anymore secrets like that going around she wished to be kept in the dark instead. She would comfort a friend no matter what the reason or doing but now she was simply not sure how to be around any of them. <br><br>She walked into the living room and searched the bar, she found it at the back behind a few small bottles of spirits and some bottles of ale.<br><br>"I have the cork screw Grace."<br><br>She held it up and formed a genuine smile onto her face then moved into the kitchen speedily. She decided if she thought she needed a drink five minutes ago she certainly needed one now. Grasping the bottle by the neck she started to wind the metal screw into it.<br><br>"Do you wish for a drink Grace?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:22:34</strong>
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				Grace went immediately to the bar in the living room and poured herself a shot of bourbon, quickly downing it with a gasp as the liquor rained fire upon her mouth and throat. Feeling the warmth settle in her belly, she looked up as Terry walked past to check the bar in the kitchen nook. As Terry called out from the other bar, Grace sighed with relief. "Oh, good! I'm glad you found it, Terry!" She headed into the kitchen, seeing Terry with a wine bottle in hand.<br><br>Running a hand absentmindedly through her hair, she nodded in response to Terry's question. "Yeah, I think I need a drink right about now." She smiled at Terry, but before Terry could pour, she took hold of the girl's wrist and looked her in the eye. "Terry...I just wanted to," she paused, unsure of how much she wanted to say. "I wanted to apologize for what you had to witness up there." Lifting her eyes to the ceiling to indicate the bedrooms, Grace flushed slightly but continued. <br><br>"I know you are not one to pry, and I realize it's a bit awkward now, but...Well, back when Bobby and Dani first got married, Jim and I...Well, we did one of those "swingers" things with them. Just to see what it was like, you know? It didn't mean anything, and I'm pretty sure no one's feelings got real hurt. But..." Grace looked at the girl's wrist within her hand and tried a weak smile as she looked up again. "I'm sure you may have noticed a little tension here and there, and I think it just made a few of us jealous is all. We never did talk about it afterward, and I think most of us would just like to pretend it never happened, you know?"<br><br>Finally releasing the girl from her grasp, she looked imploringly into her eyes. "I hope you don't think poorly of us because of this. I know you are a very open-minded person and not judgmental at all...." She let her voice trail off yet again and clasped her hands together in front of her, sighing softly. "Well, again, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to drag anyone else into our little drama up there."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 21:47:42</strong>
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				The bottle had almost slipped from her hand as she got grasped by Grace' She brought her gaze to meet her's and listened quietly. Her lips did not move to interfere and nor did her features shift to any look of disappointment, horror, surprise though her eyes did widen slightly at the intimate details of wwhat ahd gone on Terry felt that none of this had been done to hurt any one else. Out of curiosity, perhaps even out of sexual desires. She did not know but what was important to Terry was that none of it had been done to hurt another. Neither had , had a rough and tumble with the other unknowing but they had all from what Grace told her agreed , regretted and wished to move on..but if that was the case..why had Booby and Grace been in the position they were? Why had Dani gone running to Jim when she needed comforting?&nbsp; None of these thoughts showed though from what she had observed. She nodded her head slightly once to Grace showing she understood in her Terry way.<br><br>She placed the bottle down and wrapped one arm around Grace in a comforting and gentle embrace before pouring the pair of them a glass of wine. Both containing quite a bit more than her normal portions.<br><br>"Then it shall be left as it is."<br><br>She stated simply, in other words what she knew would be kept to her and her alone. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 23:17:20</strong>
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				Keeping her mask up while everyone was around Tessa just shook her head about needing anything from the store and just reached out a hand to stop Rex from getting up from the table when everyone except for Jim and Dani started clearing things away, the somewhat unexpected pairing heading for Jim's car. It was hard to read the undernotes of the group since she hadn't met them before and all she knew was what her husband had told her, mostly it was about how awesome they were and while she didn't doubt that Tessa wanted a little more.<br><br>Tessa's soft brown eyes followed the last figure inside and as soon as everyone was out of sight the woman groaned and sank back against Rex's chest with her eyes closed.<br>"Oh lord, I'm so full right now... Just let me rest here for a little while..."<br>While Tessa could eat almost unlimited amounts she usually didn't do it quite that fast and for now she felt worse than she thought she deserved but given that she knew it would be passing within minutes, perhaps it wasn't even remotely close to what she really had earned.<br><br>It was quite a while later, the patio was covered mostly in darkness with only the light from lamps within the house lighting up the area, when Tessa stepped inside, all dried up and wearing her sundress once again but seriously contemplating changing into something a bit more formal but instead she just sauntered up to where Grace and Terry were sharing a moment with a wine bottle. Again Tessa suspected that she had missed out on something but the lovely amount of wine in those glasses made her shake that idea.<br>"Oh, pour me one of those, will you? I think I actually slipped into food coma for a bit outside."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 23:59:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby dipped his head under the spray of hot water, putting one palm against the shower stall and leaning in. The hot water beat down on his neck and shoulders, running down his body and dripping from his face. He closed his eyes and let the water relax away some of the stress, the tense muscles. He gave a little sigh and then heard the door open followed by Dani's playful voice. He opened his eyes and turned around to see Dani there. A slow smile spread across his face and he reached out a hand to her arm. "I would love your company, my love." He took a step towards her, letting his arms envelope her, their bodies barely touching. He put leaned in and pressed his forehead gently against hers, their noses touching as he looked into her eyes.<br><br>"I love you, Dani McKenzie. You are the love of my life and I would be lost in this world without you by side." He said in a heartfelt, sincere tone. His hands trailed lightly against her back as he held her there, staring into her eyes. The spray from the shower warming their skin and matting their hair to their heads. "Don't you ever think otherwise, you hear me?" his lips barely brushed against hers as he spoke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 00:15:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She only managed to nod a little, the emotions playing out in his eyes mirroring the ones in her heart and causing a lump in her throat. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer, kissing him softly to avoid having to say anything and reveal how tender she was feeling.<br><br>She finally pulled back a little and nudged his jaw with her forehead. "I love you too, Bobby. Love you so much..."<br><br>The water felt good and relaxing, adding to the ease of tension already happening between them. "We shouldn't be too long, though, baby," she said quietly and looked at him. "We don't want to be rude..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 00:58:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby trailed his hands down Dani's back, his fingertips grazing lightly over her skin as he traced over the curve of her ass. He brought his hands around her hips as she kissed him, finally letting them slide down to her braid fingers with hers. He pushed into her, pressing her into the back of the shower, her breasts flattening against his chest and his flaccid cock pressing against her belly, just above her pubic mound.<br><br>She muttered something about not taking too long and being rude, he wasn't sure. The feel of her against him stirred something inside of him and pinned her hands to the back of the shower, dragging them up over her head. He had a fiery look in his eyes and he licked his lips, looking almost angry.<br><br>"Let them wait, I don't give a damn. Now shut up and kiss me." He leaned in and kissed her hard, pushing her head back against the wall and moaning into her mouth with a deep, powerful growl. The hot spray of the shower washed over them as his tongue forced it's way into her soft mouth, licking and tasting her. He pressed his body into hers, pinning her body forcefully against the shower as he began to grind his pelvis against her. He was going to take his wife, right here and right now. To hell with everyone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 01:23:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The force of his advance took Dani completely by surprise. This was very different from how he usually behaved in the bedroom. She looked at him with slight alarm, not sure how to react. <br><br>When he told her to shut up and kiss him she gasped and then her angry response was drowned in a hard kiss, changing her bewildered emotions into a wildfire. She embraced the rough press of his body on hers by nudging against his grinding hips and moaned into the kiss as she did. She thought for a moment bout what might have triggered this side of him but pushed the question to the back of her mind and focused on the rhythmic dance of their lips and tongues, and the strangely hot feel of being forced against the wall like that... Taken... She shivered at the thought and moaned quietly, "Bobby..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 01:30:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Down stairs in the kitchen Terry brought her gaze to Tessa as she entered the kitchen a warm ,welcoming smile touching her lips as she nodded her head once to the new comers request and grabbed a third glass.<br><br>"I was beginning to wonder if you would be out there all night merely recovering from your triumph."<br><br>She smiled playfully as she poured the wine into the third glass in equal measure to that which she had poured for herself and Grace.<br><br>"How are you feeling Tessa? "<br><br>She put the bottle down on the counter picking up two glasses of wine , one which she passed to Tessa and the other to Grace before picking up the third and taking a small sip. She savored the bitter yet underlying sweet taste against her tongue before swallowing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 01:48:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace smiled to Tessa as she re-entered the house. Looking over at Terry, she chuckled, "Yeah, I was about to say the same. You've been out there quite awhile." Grace scanned the patio for Rex and Jerry, but didn't see them. Hmm, maybe they came inside already? Or maybe they're talking...who knows what these men do, she thought. <br><br>Taking up the glass Terry offered, Grace took a big sip, suddenly remembering she'd just had bourbon. Oh no, she thought, this might not bode well for Jim when he gets back. Taking another light sip of the wine, she grabbed a napkin from the counter and dabbed at her lips delicately. "I'm sorry, girls. I just realized I'm still in my robe! I better get that dress on quick before the boys come inside." <br><br>Grace was grateful to Terry that she seemed to take her little confession well. She knew the girl wouldn't tell another soul. And in fact, she counted on that. "I'll be back in a jiff!" Giving Tessa a quick hug around the shoulders, she smiled at the girl and said, "Congrats again on your win. It was excellent to see the boys defeated like that!" Grace gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and ran upstairs to her room again, this time shutting the door completely as she changed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 08:35:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[12am - Saturday]<br><br>As she shut the door to her bedroom with Jim, Grace suddenly felt a little queasy. Running into the master bathroom, she splashed some water onto her face. As Grace looked at her reflection in the mirror, she noticed the slightly green tinge to her parlour. Oh, this is really not good, she thought. Drinking some of the water from the faucet, she tried to control the urge to get sick. Grace took a few deep breaths and felt a little better. <br><br>She took off her robe and hung it up on the bathroom door, pulling on the pretty turquoise dress (http://www.imnotobsessed.com/files/legacy/2007/10/77147_mila_kunis_celebutopianet_830_122_836lo_wm.jpg) she had picked out earlier. Fluffing her hair in the mirror, she felt well enough to return to her guests. <br><br>As she exited her room, she closed the door softly. Pausing as she heard voices from behind Bobby and Dani's door, she moved to the top of the stairs and looked back. I hope things have been cleared up between them, she thought before turning to go down the stairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 18:08:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby finished drying himself off, the passionate and steamy time spent in the shower with his utterly insatiable wife was far too brief for Bobby's liking. However, once the swelling inferno of desire to have Dani right then and there had been somewhat quenched, or at least diminished by their impassioned deliberation, Bobby was able to gain enough control of himself to agree with Dani's previous notions regarding seeming rude and keeping everyone waiting.<br><br>Toweling himself dry, bobby pulled on his khaki shorts and the blue polo. He opted to forgo the underwear, as he usually did after sex, deciding that they would be much to confining and restrictive for him at the time. "I'll see you downstairs in&nbsp; a bit. Don't be too long, baby. I miss you already." Bobby's hair was disheveled and still slightly damp as he slipped into his sandals and opened the door and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him.<br><br>He saw Grace at the top of the stairs and paused, feeling a bit awkward now. He was careful where he let his eyes roam, trying to behave himself. He loved Dani, dammit. He needed to stop this foolishness before he really hurt her.<br><br>"Grace..." He called out to her quietly as she started down the stairs. He stepped over to her discreetly and touched her arm at the elbow. "Listen. I'm sorry about earlier... in your room. That was totally inappropriate of me and I apologize. We should..." His eyes found hers and he hesitated, just for a fleeting instance. "... we should be more careful about that sort of thing. I don't want our friends to think ill of us and I certainly don't want to hurt Dani any more than I already have. She's my world, Grace."<br><br>His eyes were soft and sincere... apologetic. He let his hand fall from her elbow and looked down to the floor for a brief moment. He put on a smile and looked back up to her. "Let's have some drink and some good company, whatta ya say?" He spun on his heel and trotted off down the stairs into the living room. "Hit me with one of those if you please, Terry." He called out from the living room as he approached the girls in the kitchen.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 20:06:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry nodded her head to Grace as she left the kitchen to go and get changed.&nbsp; She took another sip of the wine and smiled to Tessa allowing her a few moments of peace and quiet to savor the wine herself.&nbsp; She wondered what time it must be getting to by now though she did not yet feel at all sleepy. She ignored the matter of what she had seen upstairs by locking it away in a mental box while she was in the presence of others. <br><br>It had only felt like a few minutes when she heard Bobby's voice coming from the living room just a few seconds before he appeared in the door way between the two. She nodded her head slightly once to him and smiled warmly.<br><br>"Feel better after the shower Bobby?"<br><br>At first he make take it as some kind of sly dig in his direction but the look in her eyes and the expression on her face revealed it was nothing of the sort but a genuine question. She found a fourth glass similar to the three she had already poured and gave him the exact same amount as the women had been given. <br><br>"A little bit strong but certainly a good wine though I do not have much taste for such."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 20:24:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace heard Bobby call her name as she started to go down the stairs and paused. Part of her tensed slightly as he approached her, but relaxed as he touched her elbow lightly. "No need to apologize, Bobby. I know she is your world. I know just how much you love Dani and I respect that. I am sorry for encouraging you with my flirty behaviour. I shall definitely not do that again, I promise." Patting his hand for a brief moment before he dropped it from her arm, she gave him a wan smile and continued down the stairs. <br><br>"Yes, some drinks and good company are definitely in order." Instead of following Bobby back into the kitchen, Grace went to the bar in the living room instead. Pouring herself another bourbon, she brought the drink over to the seats in the sunken living room and curled up in the corner, nursing her drink. Grace tossed her hair back and sighed softly, anxious as to when Jim might return. Resting her head on the back of the couch, she closed her eyes for a moment and just relaxed. "Please make the room stop spinning," she implored quietly to no one in particular.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 07:46:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[1am - Saturday]<br><br>Jim's still not home, Grace thought. She was getting more and more concerned about her missing spouse. Checking the clock on the living room wall, she saw that it read 1 am. Heaving a sad sigh, she wandered over to the bar again, pouring herself another bourbon. She hoped nothing had happened to Jim. Surely he's not still looking for tiki torches, she wondered. Noting that the house was unusually quiet, she went over to the stereo and put an album on the turntable. Softly, the strains of Led Zeppelin's Dazed and Confused rumbled through the house. Maybe that'll get their attention, she thought. Settling back down into her favourite little corner of the couch, she nursed her drink, her head swaying to the music.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 08:36:38</strong>
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				Jerry slipped back into the house after a brief viewing of the pool, just taking a little breather. "Zeppelin, good choice," he said with a soft smile while walking up to the other three individuals. "Guess I'm behind the game. Everyone else has already taken a shower and changed. I'm standing around in my speedo." The man shrugged his shoulders at that and merely leaned against the bar. "Who's the keep around here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 10:37:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry smiled as Jerry walked into the kitchen shaking her head slightly at him still being in the speedos.<br><br>"You are just wishing to show off that is all and currently it would appear I am the keep, what can I get you dear?"<br><br>She watched him lovingly as he leaned against the bar&nbsp; while Tessa and Bobby were talking in the back ground. She moved closer to him for a moment bringing her lips against his in a chaste kiss before returning to her position behind the bar.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 11:41:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rex had been lounging out by the pool after he congratulated his wife on a job well done. It was great that she held her own against some of the best eaters from college. Waking up at night and to an almost sunburn, Rex stretched and walked inside to find the ladies drinking wine in the house. "Hey all, I think Im going to head up to bed. That drive took a lot out of me, but tomorrow, look out."<br><br>He walked beside Tessa giving the buxom burnette a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Proud of you, babe. See you when you come upstairs."<br>With a squeeze of her bottom, Rex let her know that more than sleep awaited her upstairs...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 23:17:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry smiled to Rex as he entered the kitchen. She nodded her head slightly to him as he stated he was going to head up to bed.<br><br>"Good night Rex...sleep well."<br><br>She smiled as she watched the two hug affectionatly and felt quite certain sleep would probably not be happening too soon for the pair despite her wish to Rex.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 01:34:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace looked up from her spot on the couch as she saw Rex wander by and go upstairs. She was about to call out to him, but figured it was best to just let him go up. She was sure Tessa would follow soon...Meanwhile, Jim was still not home. Sighing somewhat forlornly as she took another sip of her bourbon, she could hear the others in the kitchen chatting away. She should be a good hostess and join them, but she didn't feel like herself at the moment. She got up and moved the needle back to play Dazed and Confused one more time, plopping into the couch yet again. Swaying in her seat to the music, she finished off her bourbon and closed her eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 01:49:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani finished drying off and got dressed, a knee length floral print dress picked out of the variety she'd brought. She took her time and relaxed in the bedroom, not completely ready to face the others just yet. <br><br>After a while she took a deep breath, plastered on a smile and headed downstairs, passing Rex on his way up. She just smiled and patted his shoulder as they met, and then slipped silently past the kitchen and into the living room.<br><br>"Hey." She said quietly but smiling honestly now and sat down next to Grace. "Jim not back yet?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 01:57:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace heard someone enter and looked up to find Dani there. Smiling back at the girl as she sat down next to her, Grace patted her knee affectionately. "Nope, he sure isn't. I'm a bit worried, too. Seems to me he would have found something by now or given up. But, knowing Jim, he's probably driven all the way up to New Jersey looking for those damned tiki torches. Once he gets something in his mind..." She let her voice trail off, as she could hear herself babbling a little. Rising to get herself another bourbon, she decided to just climb up over the couch to the bar. Stumbling slightly, she made it to the bar and began pouring her drink. "Did you want something to drink, dear? They've got some good wine open in the kitchen. I'm afraid all we have here is scotch, bourbon, whiskey..." Raising her eyebrow in query, she waited for Dani's response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 02:11:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Got something single malt?" She asked and grinned. She'd learned to drink alcohol by sneaking into her grandfather's cabinet and all he ever stocked was single malt whiskey. Even if she sure didn't prefer the drink to other tastier ones, she found it comforting in a way. A reminder of who she was, a down-to-earth if you will...<br><br>She walked over to the bar, swinging a little to the music, and leaned onto it. "I'm sure he's fine, Grace." She reached across the bar and touched her friend's hand gently. "And, just so you know... Nothing happened between us." She felt a little better saying it, assuming Bobby and Grace had wondered the same thing she had about them. After all, her and Jim were the ones who left the house together. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 02:20:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course we do," Grace grinned. "That's all that Daddy drinks and he would have a fit if he visited and didn't find his favourite 21 year old Glenlivet on hand. He brings me the bottles himself!" She laughed at this and grabbed for the bottle beneath the bar, pouring Dani a moderate amount. "Personally, I prefer the smooth taste of bourbon, but that's just me." <br><br>Grace handed her the drink as Dani leaned on the bar. As Dani touched her hand, she looked at the girl curiously. "Oh, honey, I wasn't worried about that. I think it was Bobby that was worried, just between us girls. Jim can do whatever he wants, and he knows it. I've got no room for jealousy in this here heart," she said, pointing to her chest. "It's much too full of love for my Jimbo." She smiled and took a sip of her drink. "Which is why I'm so worried about him, but like you say, I'm sure he's alright. Just taking a detour, I suppose."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 02:30:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tasting the Glenlivet, Dani couldn't help but smile. "It's what grandfather drinks. I like it, or... let's just say I got used to it as a teenager..." She chuckled and pondered Grace's words. She wished she could get over the jealousy. She knew perfectly well that Bobby loved her and her alone, just as she loved him. Why hurt yourself constantly with doubt and insecurities?<br><br>"I wish I was more like you, hun," she sighed a little and glanced over to the kitchen where Bobby was chatting with the girls. "Maybe..." She started but fell silent and bit her lip. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 02:35:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now it was Grace's turn to reach out and touch the girl's arm. "Look, I may be young, but I've lived a lot in this short life. Jealousy is just fear. The fear of losing what you have. Thing is, you know you are never going to lose Bobby. He loves you so very much. As he says, you are his world. So, don't be scared of losing him. Embrace him for the wonderful man he is and enjoy each other. Life is too short, my dear girl." <br><br>Grace took another sip of her bourbon and walked around the bar, hooking her arm around Dani's waist. "Why don't you go on over and show the man you love just how much he means to you?" Grace winked and slipped her hand down as she walked away. Taking up her previous spot in the corner of the couch. "Or, you can just sit here with me...it's up to you, sweetie. Though, I'm sure once Bobby sees that you're down here, he'll be over in a heartbeat." Grace grinned and swayed in her seat once more. "Ah, I love this song!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 02:55:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani's small hesitation turned into quiet determination as she thought about what Grace said. She was right. Dani was never going to lose Bobby, just like she was never going to be lost to him. Maybe what she needed was to wash the whole fear thing out of her system, once and for all. How to do so, she didn't know, but she was going to make an effort to be the kind of woman Bobby deserved for his devotion.<br><br>"You're right, Grace. Thank you." She smiled sweetly and blew her friend a kiss before sauntering into the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around Bobby from behind, her glass of whiskey in one hand and the other resting on his chest. <br><br>"Hi darling," she said softly and kissed his back. Then she winked at the girls and Jerry. "Hi to you too." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 03:29:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby had noticed Dani when she first came down the stairs. It was impossible for Bobby not to notice Dani. She always lit up Bobby's eyes whenever she was around. It wasn't as if she had a choice, it's who she was and why Bobby had fallen for her all those years ago. He watched her as she moved to the bar speaking with Grace. He restrained himself, repressing the overwhelming urge to go to her but decided that he should let Grace and Dani have some girl time to chat, perhaps smooth over in wrinkles that may have developed in their friendship.<br><br>Bobby found it hard to focus on the conversations with Terry and Tessa, though he certainly gave it his full measure. He hoped inwardly that the girls didn't take much notice of his distraction. Sipping idly at his drink, Bobby tried to look casual as he smiled and nodded absently to Terry and Tessa.<br><br>Momentarily caught up in the conversations, he was surprised when he suddenly felt Dani's arm at his waist and her hand on his chest. Her very touch melted him and he smiled genuinely now, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath, glancing back but unable to see her as she pressed into his back. Bringing his hand up to hers he curled his fingers under her palm and into her hand. "Hey baby. You feel better now, after that shower?" He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it softly. He loved the feel of her against him and if he was distracted before, now he was thoroughly scatterbrained. He smiled back to Tess and Terry and tried to return to the conversation with Dani, gently swaying to the music wafting through the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 03:38:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved around him and raised her head for a kiss, "Yes, I feel much better now. It was a very pleasant shower." She grinned mischievously and didn't care if the girls heard her. She was allowed to shower with her husband, and to enjoy it... <br><br>She took a sip of the whiskey and put the glass down, wrapped her arms around him again and swayed with him to the music while shifting her attention somewhat to Terry and Tessa. <br><br>"What are we talking about, girls?" She smiled and winked at Tessa. "Fantastic victory over the bragging males?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 03:55:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled down at her lovingly as she lifted her head to him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss, feeling more like his old self again. Without looking and thus, not breaking the kiss, he reached out to his side feeling for the end table he knew was there somewhere. Finally finding it with his outstretched hand, he set the drink down and brought his arms around Dani's waist, holding her to him as they gently swayed with the music. Not wanting to be rude or crass, he reluctantly pulled his lips away from Dani's and looked to the girls with a happy smirk on his face.<br><br>"Yes, I don't suppose you girls will ever let us live that one down, will you?" He chuckled looking back down to Dani lovingly. He didn't know what Grace and Dani had said to each other, but he was almost certain the uncomfortable situations that had arisen during the day were among the topics.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 07:19:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[2am - Saturday]<br><br>Grace sat on the couch nursing her latest bourbon. The clock in the living room struck 2, and Jim was still not home. Sighing sadly once more, she gulped down the rest of her drink with a gasp and put the empty glass on the coffee table in front of her. She looked towards the kitchen and saw her friends having a good time. That much made her happy, at least. Curling up on the couch, she closed her eyes for a moment and daydreamed that Jim had finally arrived and was taking her up to bed...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 10:33:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry nodded her head in greeting as Dani appeared in the door way.<br><br>"Hello again Dani."<br><br>She smiled as she listened to the conversation between the two and hoped that the problems that had arose were not dealt with and they could get on with the rest of the weekend. <br><br>"Yes still discussing that and also the fact that if I recall rightly the men are to do something for Tess seen as she won."<br><br>She smiled to Bobby though then again perhaps it was not such a good idea. Giving them a chance they would probably gift her cooking duties if Grace would let them get away with it. Speaking of Grace she thought to herself. She moved into the living room and left the happy couple with Tessa and Jerry as she decided to check on their loveable host. <br><br>She saw her on the couch with her eyes closed and smiled. She was unsure whether she was to disturb her but when she glanced at her watch she noted the time and that Jim still had not returned. Her brow furrowed briefly in concern but it faded as she walked towards Grace and sat next to her. She would stay with her until Jim returned. She took another sip of her wine then placed the glass on the side table.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 12:08:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani smiled at Terry and nodded, quite happy the other girl was going to keep Grace company. Worrying about Jim was not supposed to be a part of the night. <br><br>She looked at Bobby with a light twinkle in her eyes, and a small grin tugging on the corner of her mouth. <br>"Do something for Tessa... Hmm? Did you guys have anything in mind, or do you need help and... encouragement?" She winked and turned to face the girl, a warm smile gracing her lips and eyes. "I think you should be treated like a goddess. Every whim tended to." She giggled, "What do you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 00:20:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby had drank more than his fair share of beers through out the course of the day and was beginning to feel it's pleasant, mind numbing effects. It was that perfect buzz that everyone always talks about, where everything seems so awesome and interesting and you just love the world and everyone in it. <br><br>Bobby smiled knowingly into Dani's eyes, reaching up a finger to trace that little crease at the corner of her mouth that he loved so much, the one she always got when she was up to no good. He could see the mischief brewing behind those big beautiful eyes and could only toss his head back with a chuckle at her suggestion to treat Tessa as a Goddess, behaving as her servant.<br><br>"Oh, yeah. I'm sure you ladies would just LOVE to see all of us men grovel at Tessa's feet, wouldn't ya?" He gave Dani's hip a playful squeeze and looked over to Tessa and all the others. "Are you hearing this Jerry?" He asked rhetorically, still swaying gently to the music. He reached over to his drink again, taking a sip before replacing it on he table and letting his hand find it's way back to her hip.<br><br>He looked to Tessa with amusement. "We congratulated you and conceded defeat. Isn't that enough?" He asked, looking to Dani before turning to Grace and Terry, a playful and pleading look in his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 01:08:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry glanced over to Bobby as she ffelt someones gaze fall on her while she had reached for her glass of wine and been taking another sip of the bitter sweet liquid.<br><br>"Actually it was my idea that the gentleman did something if Tessa should win so don't look for any support from me.""<br>She said playfully and stuck her tongue out at him in good humor. <br><br>"I am sure no woman here would mind you men treating Tessa like a goddess for the day though I must admit listening to the worshipping may get to be a little bit much after ten minutes or so.<br><br>She winked to Dani and Tessa through the door way before bringing her attention back to the either sleeping or very in depth day dreaming Grace. She was tempted to reach out and stroke her hair in comfort but supressed the idea so not to disturb her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 01:44:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace had heard the conversation, though it was on the periphery of her consciousness. Opening her eyes to look up at those gathered in the kitchen nook, she said, "No, I don't think it's enough either, but I'm sure you can make it up to her tomorrow. It's getting late." She looked up at the clock again, noting it was getting closer and closer to 3am. "I think a nice little parade around the pool on your shoulders might work," she suggested. "All hail Tessa, Goddess of the Bottomless Stomach, rah rah and all that..." Grace winked over at Tessa and looked over at Terry on the couch next to her. "I think that's fair. Sorry for not being a better hostess tonight, just worried about Jim a little, ya know?" Patting Terry's knee, she snuggled into the couch once more, closing her eyes and thinking of her dear Jimbo.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 10:29:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry laughed at the image that sprung in her mind of the men carrying Tessa around on their shoulders. She felt Grace's tap to her knee and smiled.<br><br>"No need to state such dear. We understand."<br><br>With Grace obviously awake despite her eyes being closed again Terry reached up and began to stroke her hair from root to tip she hoped in a comforting manner rather than a annoying one. She held her glass of wine in her other hand and took another sip as she listened to the others talk in the kitchen and hoped Jim would return home soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 20:17:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[3am - Saturday]<br><br>Grace sighed softly as she felt Terry's hand upon her head. It was a peaceful feeling to her, having her hair stroked, one she could remember her governess doing to put her to sleep. Opening her eyes slightly, she met Terry's gaze and gave her a grateful look. Relaxing into the couch further, Grace felt some of her worries slip away. Wherever Jim was, she felt sure he would return home soon.<br><br>She absentmindedly rubbed at one eye, a small itch suddenly appearing in the corner, and yawned. She heard the clock chime three times and looked up to see it was 3 am already. "Hey everyone, if you want to start heading to bed, that's fine with me. It's getting really late now. I know I can hardly keep my eyes open." She gave a smile and a gracious nod to Terry. "No thanks to Terry here, putting me to sleep with her soft touch." She grinned and winked at the girl. "Jerry, you're a lucky man to have a woman with such a light touch," she called out.<br><br>Sitting up, Grace stretched her arms upward, twirling her hands this way and that as she did so. She yawned once more, trying to stifle it with the back of her hand. "Whew! I'm sorry, everyone. Can't seem to control those things..." Settling back down into the couch, she murmured loud enough for Terry to hear, "You can leave me here, if you want to go up, hun. I'll be fine here til Jim comes. If I fall asleep, I'm sure he'll bring me up." Her limbs extended a little more on the couch, she rested her head on one of the pillows and closed her eyes again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 00:47:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tessa laughed and blushed at the compliments, usually her ability to eat terrified people. Apart from Rex of course, appearantly he had read in some magazine that it meant that she had a great appetite for sex as well as food and he was usually eager to prove it right. Like now, his hand making her bite her bottom lips before she was able to say something without giggling mindlessly.<br>"Okay... I'll be up in a bit."<br><br>Things were winding down rather nicely and while the conversations were still nice Tessa was starting to think more and more about what was waiting for her upstairs though she didn't want to be wholly obvious about it. And that of course made things almost painfully obvious when she finally went to the kitchen to rinse her glass before coming back to the group again.<br>"Allright, I'll say good night then and thank you. I've had a lovely day, really I did. It's been nice to finally meet everyone."<br><br>Thinking that she was going to get emotional if she stayed further Tessa waved slightly before starting to walk up the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't be hoisted around the pool the next day really. <br><br>---To Hubby's bedroom.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 06:18:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Three in the morning and the lights are still on...</em> Jim groaned to himself as he approached, bringing a bright glow with him as he held a bunch of tiki torches in one hand and a lit one in the other. There was just one important thing missing--the car. Panting, he came into the door, extinguishing the lit torch dropping the rest on the ground, not really bothering with being quiet as he looked to his loyal wife, lying on the sofa. He chewed his lip with a pang of guilt, the same pangs that he'd been driving with when he hit the deer.<br><br>He shook her gently, looking to her with eyes that were tired and a little bit haunted, swallowing hard as he whispered, now realizing the party had died down. "Grace... Grace..." He'd normally have carried her upstairs, but he was just too tired after having walked a few miles down the road in the dark. "I'm sorry I worried you... had a little incident with a deer, nothing too bad, the tow truck will bring the car back in the morning." A wistful smile on his face as he looked into her eyes, pushing her hair back. "Thanks for staying downstairs for me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 00:11:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace had started to fall asleep on the couch, the magic of Terry's hand stroking her head working slowly on her. Snuggling into the couch, she thought she heard the front door, but felt too drowsy to open her eyes. She heard Jim's voice faintly, as though from a distance. His hand on her shoulder brought her back to reality, though. Her eyes fluttered open and focused on his face above her. A smile formed on her lips as she sleepily reached up to touch him. "Jim! You're home! I was so worried about you...a deer?" She straightened a little on the couch, and looked at him with wide eyes. "The car? Towtruck! Oh no! Is the car alright? I know it's your baby..." Her eyelids closed slightly as he touched her hair, he knew her weak spot as well. "Of course I stayed down here. I had to make sure you were ok, darling..."<br><br>As she rested on the couch, she looked around to see who was left downstairs and noted there weren't many of their guests at all. Sighing softly, she looked up at Jim and pulled him down to her on the couch, not caring if he landed on top of her or not. Her hands wrapped around his neck as she leaned up to kiss him softly. "I missed you so much, baby," she whispered. "I was so worried about you..." Planting little kisses all over his face, her hands smoothed his hair back gently. She sighed happily once more, holding him close. "So glad you're ok..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 00:32:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged to her with a smile, relieved to be alive and home after a hair-raising encounter and a grueling hike on the side of a dark road. Lifting her up some to prop her up on the couch, he was surprised as she pulled him down, gasping as she kissed and grabbed his sweaty body. He returned her kisses, kissing her cheeks and up the sides of her neck as he murmured to her, "It's not a problem... parts are pretty easy to find, and Joe down the street does some great body work... it'll be back to new in no time. How was the party while I was gone?"<br><br>By this time he was reenergized by his wife's presence, pulling her up off of the couch and carrying her up the stairs, his masculine smell clinging to him, combined with the faint aroma of the tiki torch fumes, as he carried her up the stairs and into their bedroom. "Want to take a little bath with me before bed, love?" He grinned to her as he walked through the door, kicking it shut behind him. **Exit to Jim's room**
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 03:28:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Jim lifted her, Grace snuggled against him, quickly wrapping her arms about his shoulders. Sighing happily, she waved to those left downstairs as they went up. "Good night, everyone!" she called out with a giggle. Kissing Jim's neck lightly as he carried her through the door, she waited to answer him until they were inside.<br>[Exit to Jim's room]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 19:44:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani swayed slowly in Bobby's arms in the kitchen, her glass long empty and her mind already wandering towards the bedroom. She clung to her husband while they chatted about little nothings, and when she saw Jim arrive and take Grace upstairs she felt both relief and excitement. <br><br>"Baby? Shall we go upstairs too?" She smiled a mischievous little grin that left no doubt as to what she was planning for her man. She pulled away a little, tugged on his shirt and backed a few steps towards the stairs. <br><br>"Good night, Terry," she called softly to the girl in the living room and shot her a wink before dragging Bobby with her upstairs.<br><br>**Exit to bedroom**
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 04:24:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby had slipped his strong arms completely around his wife, pulling her body snugly into him as they swayed lazily to the music. He leaned his face in close, the end of his nose touching gently to hers as they smiled, talking quietly to each other and the others. <br><br>He felt the room relax with the arrival of Jim and the knowledge that he was safe. With a knowing grin, Bobby bade Jim and Grace goodnight, looking with bedroom eyes to his woman who had backed away and was tugging, beckoning him with her as she backed towards the stairs. "You read my mind, love," he said with a twinkle in his deep brown eyes. <br><br>Glancing back with a playful smile, he waved his fingers to Terry as he allowed Dani to take him with her. "Good night Terry. It was a pleasure to meet you," he said quietly before turning to Dani and heading upstairs to their bedroom.<br><br>[Exit to Bobby's Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77696.msg3402165#msg3402165)]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 09:21:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jerry gave a nod and a wave to the others as they exited to their respective rooms before holding out his head to Terry with a wry grin. "I guess we should make our way to bed?" he asked his fiancee while sliding closer to her. "I hope you've not had too much to drink quite yet darling?" The young man gave a playful thrust of his speedo-clad hips&nbsp; as he leaned forward to nibble along the column of her neck.<br><br>[Exit to Jerry's room.]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 20:35:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry had inwardly sighed with relief as she saw Jim enter the house and the pair go upstairs. She smiled as she watched Dani and Bobby make their way to their own room also. Glad that peace truly and finally resumed once more. Though that smile did not compare to the one that touched her lips as she felt Jerry against her body and a laugh sound at his hip movement.<br><br>"I do not think I have had too much yet at all my dear."<br><br>She placed the glass down on the side table and followed him quietly. Though she doubted the other couples were asleep yet she did not wish to disturb them from what they were possibly up to.<br><br>[Exiting to Jerry's room]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 19:57:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Saturday - 1pm!]<br><br>Grace finally makes her way downstairs after a very long and fulfilling night with her husband. Her lips curl into a smile as moments from last night flicker through her mind. Seeing that no one else seems to be up yet, she doesn't feel so bad for sleeping in so late. Making her way to the kitchen, she starts getting a quick brunch together. She had a strata in the refrigerator ready to go, so she put that into the oven to bake, along with some quick biscuits. There was some fruit salad to be made, so she started cutting up strawberries and peaches, hoping she got everything ready by the time everyone else woke up. Putting on a pot of strong coffee, she started dicing up some mango for the fruit salad, snacking on some as she cut up the slippery fruit. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 21:35:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry yawned happily as she made her way down stairs. It was though oddly quiet considering the time though that made her feel a lot better in not getting up any sooner. She smiled as she entered the kitchen and nodded her head to Grace while reaching out to sneak away some of the already sliced up fruit. <br><br>"Good afternoon..sleep well?"<br><br>Terry asked with a smile as she leaned against the kitchen cupboard. Today she was wearing a white flowing skirt that dropped to her ankles and a deep red strapless top that reached down to a traibylar point at the front a few inches above the hem of the skirt, revealing just small flashes of her light tanned skin.<br><br>"Can I help with anything?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 23:42:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh geez..." Jim moaned as he creaked down the stairs, holding his back as he stretched it in a long sigh. He'd had a wonderful night with Grace previously, but he couldn't help but wonder how much of his backache was due to their antics in the bedroom and how much of it was due to the walk back from his wrecked car. Walking downstairs into the kitchen, he gave Grace a quick kiss before picking up the phone.<br><br>"Yeah, so did you get the car? ... Oh good. So you can fix it? ... Awesome." Hanging up the phone, Jim breathed another sigh of relief as he turned to Grace. "The mechanic says the car's in bad shape, but he can have it fixed by a week from Wednesday. Not bad at all." He shrugged and grabbed a few pieces of fruit from the cuttingboard, snacking with a grin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 00:01:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry watched Jim enter and at first he seemed quite pained. She stole a few more pieces of fruit while him and Grace were distracted with each other and he had not noticed her. <br><br>"Good afternoon Jim, I was just asking Grace if she slept well...did you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 01:38:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling up at her as Terry entered, Grace admired the lovely woman's outfit. She had just thrown on a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a white t-shirt, so she felt a bit underdressed at the moment. "Good afternoon, Terry! Yes, I slept very well, thank you...I hope you slept well, also." She pushed some of the fruit to the edge of the board so Terry's fingers wouldn't get in the way of her knife. "Help yourself to more fruit, there's plenty there!" Grace gestured to the bowl of fruit that had already been cut up. Tossing the mango in the bowl, she reached for a cantaloupe, quickly slicing it in half and taking the seeds out. "No, no...you just relax, dear. No help necessary, I'm almost done!"<br><br>Watching as Jim entered, she smiled and kissed him back, vaguely listening to his conversation with the mechanic. "Ah, I'm glad the car can be fixed, honey! Good news, after all." She nodded to Terry, as Jim seemed to have missed her when he entered the kitchen. "These men are so focused, aren't they? One track minds, I swear. If it's not women, it's cars!" She laughed playfully and nudged Jim with her elbow as he took another piece of fruit. "Isn't that right, honey?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 01:51:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh... oh, yeah. Shit, sorry Terry--didn't even see you there. Long night." Jim was still a bit zony after the last night's antics, and shook his head to get the cobwebs out. "Coffee should help." Taking the half-full pot off, he poured himself a cup, glad they'd bought an auto-stop drip machine at the store. He turned toward the two women, gesturing with the pot as to offer them cups as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 11:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani joined the little group in the kitchen, well rested and comfortable. She looped an arm around Grace and kissed her warmly on the cheek before she smiled happily at Terry and Jim. "Good morning everybody," she said and let go of Grace to lean against the counter. "The others still asleep?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 05:23:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby stumbled down the stairs into the living room, pausing to give a tired stretch, covering his mouth as he yawned. Looking around to see who was up, he remained quiet, never really a morning person. "Morning ya'll," He muttered in his lazy, southern drawl, then smiled softly to everyone gathered in the kitchen and stumbled into the living room, plopping down on the sofa in his khaki shorts, red polo and sandals. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 05:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim smiled at Dani, nodding to Bobby as well as they descended the stairs. Holding the coffee carafe up, he gestured toward them. "Want some? Get it while the getting's good..." He looked around the room with a smirk, wondering if there'd be enough coffee for everyone in that first half-pot or so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 21:21:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Coffee would certainly be welcome here please Jim. "<br><br>She smiled as she reached for another large piece of the chopped fruit. She selected a large piece of nectarine which was partciularly juicy. She placed the sweet flesh against her lips and began to suck on it gently. Some of the juices trailed along the tips of her fingers. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure Terri..." Jim smiled as he poured her a cup, putting the carafe down before getting a saucer for the cup as well. "Cream and sugar?" He brought the cream cup and sugar out, offering them to her along with a teaspoon. "Enjoying the fruits, I see... they are so nice this time of year, aren't they?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 04:46:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Saturday - 3pm]<br><br>Grace returned Dani's kiss and set up the small table in the lounge with all the food. She was still rather tired, and just sipped her coffee as everyone else ate. Time seemed to fly by as everyone ate and had fun. Running upstairs briefly to throw a bikini on beneath her clothes, she came back down and wandered over to the pool. She sat at the edge and dangled her legs in the water, enjoying the silky feel of the water. She thought of suggesting some time in the hot tub after everyone had eaten. Looking at the crowd gathered inside, she figured they'd be done shortly &amp; returned her attention to the water.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 13:57:01</strong>
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				Terry nodded her head once gently while lifting the palm of her juice tipped hand to her chin and cleaning away the linger drops.<br><br>"Cream and on sugar please Jim and these are certainly good fruits. I wish they were this delicious through out the whole year."<br><br>She waited until her cup was ready and accepted it with a grateful nod. She droped the nectarine pit into a close by bin and then made her way outside to enjoy the afternoon sun. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:07:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby stifles a sleepy yawn, and watches the goings on in silently for several minutes. Finally forcing himself to stand, he shuffles outside to the pool, pulling off his red polo and stepping out of his sandals. Shucking off his khaki shorts in a few short moves, Bobby saunters to the edge of the pool, his clothes left in a pile by a lounger. Now wearing only his tight, black speedo Bobby steps off the side of the pool and plunges to the bottom, lingering there for a as long as he can before coming up for air. He brushes his wet hair from his face and treads water in the center of the pool.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 06:45:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting no other takers on coffee, Jim put the pot back down and mixed in some sugar and cream, handing Terri her cup before heading out to the pool with his own. Laying on one of the loungers, he stared off at the horizon for a while, sipping deeply of his coffee as he thought about the previous night and wondered what would become of all of them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 07:46:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[Saturday - 6pm]<br><br>Grace had gotten up to clean up in the kitchen, leaving the others to hang about the pool area. Returning to the group, she smiled softly, suggesting one of the guys run out for fried chicken later on for dinner. "Or maybe us girls can make a run," she chuckled &amp; gave a wink to Dani.<br><br>"For now...I'm sure it's been long enough since everyone's eaten, does anyone feel like giving the hot tub a try for a bit? I could use the heat of the water, especially after the workout Jim gave me last night." Winking at her hubby, she grinned at the rest of the group and walked over to the jacuzzi. She turned on the jets and quickly stripped off her clothes, leaving her bikini in place. Sliding into the water, she sighed audibly. She wasn't sure if anyone was going to join her, but she knew the water was just what she needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 08:12:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby swam lazily around the pool by himself for about an hour and then climbed out afterward to lay in the sun lounger in only his speedos to catch some afternoon sun, working on his tan for a while. He had applied the lotion and already turned, now laying on his belly. He hadn't been able to oil his back and so, with no one else being out at the time, he had fallen asleep on the lounger under the sun with an unprotected back.<br><br>He heard Grace talking as she moved to the hot tub but only stirred a little, turning his head to lay on the other cheek. Opening his eyes slowly, he quietly watched Grace strip down to her bikini as he lay motionless on the sun lounger unable to move just yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 16:24:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the day passed, Dani lounged about in the living room and out by the pool, relaxed and sated. She watched the others chat and Bobby enjoy the pool, had a few laughs with the girls and then went inside again. When she returned, Bobby was sprawled out on a lounger in dire need of some sun lotion.&nbsp; She chuckled at Grace's suggestion and nodded in approval. A girls only trip to get some food sounded like fun. <br><br>She walked over to where Bobby lay and picked up the lotion. Without a word, she started gently applying it to his skin that was beginning to redden a little. "Why didn't you ask me to help you with this, silly," she chuckled and leaned to press a firm kiss on his jaw. The lotion smeared a little onto her dress, but she didn't mind. She was taking it off anyway. She squeezed Bobby's butt playfully as she got up and wiggled out of the light dress, leaving it on the ground next to the lounger as she sauntered over to join Grace in the jacuzzi. Her bikini clung nicely to her curves and she felt comfortable, even more so when the heat of the water massaged her. <br><br>"Ahhh... this is just what I needed..." she sighed and leaned back a little after smiling at Grace. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 09:29:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Saturday - 7pm]<br><br>Grace smiled up at Dani. "You're telling me? This hot tub is the best thing we've ever spent good money on." Leaning in conspiratorially, Grace whispered, "And don't let Jim tell you any different. As much as I love his car, it is NOT the best thing we've spent money on!" She chuckled slightly and leaned back into the warm waters again.<br><br>"Why don't we take off in an hour or so to get some food? There's a place just down the way that has the best fried chicken in the world!" She smiled at Dani again and splashed the water at her playfully. "It'll be fun to get away from the guys for a bit, no?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 12:13:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," Dani answered and giggled a little at the splash, returning the favor with a flick of her wrist. "I think some girl time is just the ticket." She grinned wide and let her feet float up in the water, reached one out and watched the water drip down from it and form little streams along the lines of her shin and thigh. She stretched and curled her toes and looked at Grace with a mischievous grin when she lowered her foot into the water again. "So... Last night was just as fantastic as any night in your house, darling. I think it might be enchanted." She lowered her voice and leaned a little towards her friend. "Bobby showed me a new side of himself, and girl..." She leaned her head back and let herself sink further into the water, letting a sound of approval do her talking. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:10:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After drinking her coffee Terry had gone into the kitchen and cleaned the cup out. She went up stairs after wards noting Jerry was still fast asleep on the bed. She left him to sleep for now as she stripped out of her clothing and pulled on a simple black swimming costume and a pair of extremely short , shorts that barely came down to cover her mid thigh. <br><br>She returned down stairs as silently as possible so not to disturb Jerry and approached Grace and Dani in the jacuzzie only just catching the end of Dani contented groan. <br><br>"The jacuzzi that good I see."<br><br>She smiled almost innocently if not for a knowing but brief glint in her eyes before slipping down the simple shorts along her legs and kicking them off to sit on the floor before climbing into the jacuzzi. <br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 23:42:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He winced softly as he felt the cold sensation of lotion being applied to his slightly red back, then sighed as he relaxed again under Dani's hands. A slow smile teased at his lips as she worked the lotion over his skin and his eyes closed once more. "I was going to but I didn't see you and... I must've fallen asleep under the warmth of the sun." He opened his eyes again and tried, unsuccessfully to crane his head back to see his back, wondering how bad it was. He hoped she had caught it in time that it would burn too bad.<br><br>He laid his head back down and smiled happily as Dani pressed her lips to his jaw with a kiss. When she grabbed his butt, his lips curled into a big smile, baring his white teeth and he opened his eyes to look at her just as she slipped off her dress. He watched her saunter over to the hot tub, unable to tear his eyes away from her shapely ass, admiring his woman walked with her back to him and then slipped into the jacuzzi with Grace.<br><br>He waited for as long as he could stand it, which was only a few minutes, before he pushed himself up from the lounger. Stepping off the edge of the pool, he plunged to the bottom once more to cool off. He swam to the stairs and climbed out as he moved over to join Dani and the others already gathered at the jacuzzi. Placing his hands on Dani's shoulders as he stood behind her outside of the jacuzzi, he leaned over her and stole a kiss from her lips as she leaned her head back, his hands already gently massaging and kneading at her delicate neck and shoulders. "Is this girls only, or are boys allowed in the club too?" he joked with a soft chuckle, glancing to Dani and Terry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 01:54:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grace barely looked up as Bobby approached. Keeping her voice cool, she said, "You can certainly join us, Bobby. Hopefully, the other boys will slide on in, as well. We could use a little fun tonight." Looking up at the vibrant sky, she smiled and called out to Jim to bring the tiki torches out for later. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 02:36:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim nodded and disappeared into the house, hoisting the tiki torches like a prize high above his head and doing a playful dance with them, feigning some kind of tribal victory. Grinning to the assembled guests, he laughed, teasing them. "I went halfway to hell to get these, I hope you all enjoy the mosquito-free night." Chucking, he put them around the patio but didn't light them yet. Instead, he came to the hot tub and took off his shirt, slipping in and pulling Grace close, giving her a kiss on the lips. "God this'll be good for my back..."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 07:49:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby smiled up at Grace as she answered, his hands continuing to knead and massage Dani's neck and shoulders. He glanced over at Jim as he acted silly and danced around like an idiot with the tiki torches, giving a soft chuckle at his antics. Leaning in once more, he pecked Dani's cheek and then climbed into the hot tub, slipping into the water between Dani and Terry. The water felt soothing and relaxing to his tired, slightly aching muscles and he closed his eyes as he slipped further into the water, letting out a long, slow sigh that ended in a laugh. "Aaaahahaha" Oh, baby.... we've gotta get one of these.<br><br>He opened his eyes and glanced at Terry, flashing her a friendly smile and wink after he settled into the water. He slid his hand to Dani's thigh and placed it there, lightly gripping her leg. "Now all you need is a maid to bring out the drinks, Grace." He chuckled playfully.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 08:34:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[Saturday - 8pm]<br><br>"Actually, it's about time I went and got us some food! Most places are going to close in about an hour." Grace lifted herself up out of the water regretfully. "There's a fried chicken place down the road, so I'm going to pick some up and bring it back for everyone to munch on, ok? Dani, honey, why don't you stay here with Bobby? I think I can handle the trip on my own." Grace grinned at the two of them and quickly ran into the house, grabbed her keys and her purse and took off.<br><br>As she drove down the highway to the center of town, she smiled to herself. Aside from a few hitches, the weekend was going very well, indeed. She was glad that everyone was getting along well &amp; having fun. That was what was most important to her. <br><br>[Saturday - 9pm]<br><br>Arriving back at the house with all the goodies in tow, Grace set up the food on the table just inside the glass doors. She was tempted to bring it outside, but she knew the bugs would probably get more chicken than they would. After setting everything up, she popped her head out the sliding door and called everyone to come eat. Looking out there, it seemed as though some interesting conversations were going on, but she didn't mind having missed them. Something told her that this would be a night to remember. She stuck her head outside once more and called out, "C'mon, the food is getting cold! We have all night to spend in the hot tub, now that we've got the tiki torches. Get yer buns in here, folks!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 15:01:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry spent some of her time simply enjoying the water and allowing it to ease away any aches and pains she had felt after last night with Jerry. She laughed at Bobby and his obvious enjoyment of the jacuzzi which was certainly proving to be a hit with everyone here. She was tempted to join Grace in going and getting the chicken but before she could even offer her friend had gone and there was the sound of the engine of the car going down the road. <br><br>The conversations had taken quite odd turns while Grace had gone and Terry was almost secretly happy when the call came for food. Since the few pieces of fruit she had eaten nothing and her stomach reminded her of that. She was the first to leave the jacuzzi with a smile. She picked up a towel that had been placed on one of the loungers and wrapped it around her waist. <br><br>"Thank you Grace."<br><br>She said warmly as she picked up a plate and grabbed a piece of chicken, salad and some what looked to be potato wedges. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>21-09-2010, 16:24:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani sighed and relaxed under Bobby's hands as he massaged her shoulders but she was even happier to have him in the water with her. She leaned into him and placed a hand on top of his on her thigh, staying like that until Grace rushed off to get the food. She chatted with the others and felt almost a little tipsy with the comfortable and playful atmosphere. <br><br>When Grace returned and called them in to eat, Dani stood up and moved to step out of the tub. She hesitated just when she was about to swing her leg over the edge and swung it over Bobby's thighs instead. She leaned down straddling him like that and planted a smoldering hot kiss on his lips before she pulled away and climbed out. She dried herself with a towel and wrapped it around her waist before she sauntered into the house and joined Grace and Terry. She filled up a plate and bumped her hip into Grace. <br><br>"Where do you want us, sweetheart? Outside? Kitchen?" She smiled and wiggled her shoulders a little. "I have a feeling tonight will be fun..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 03:58:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby enjoyed the warmth of the hot tub nearly as much as the company as he and Dani chatted and made friendly, idle conversations with Jim and Terry. He had noticed that Jerry and Tessa hadn't been out and about much today and secretly wondered what had kept them. Perhaps they were both wore from last night? Who knew? He thought to ask but decided against meddling.<br><br>When Grace returned and called out that dinner was ready, he started to turn and follow behind Dani... until she turned back and straddled him, giving him a kiss that made him dizzy and tingly all over. His hands instinctively moved to the backs of her thighs, sliding up over her shapely bottom as she burned his lips with the kiss. He smiled contentedly and leaned back against the hot tub for a few seconds as she got out. For a moment, all was right in the universe. Then she left the him with him still in it. He climbed out and followed after, jogging carefully up behind her so he wouldn't slip and fall. He goosed her butt as he ran on past her and wrapped his towel about his waist, hiding behind Grace playfully. "Mmm.. that smells delicious, Grace." he said, grabbing a plate and piling it with food. He was famished and hadn't noticed until he smelled the mouth watering food.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 08:10:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[Saturday - 11pm]<br><br>Grace cleaned up the table and kitchen once everyone had finished eating. After Jim had all the tiki torches lit, Grace suggested they all hop back into the hot tub. The weather was lovely and the bugs didn't seem to be biting that night. Settling into her favourite little corner next to Jim, she stroked his leg lightly as the guys talked about college days. Noting the looks on the other girls' faces, Grace decided to change the subject.<br><br>"You know," she interrupted, "I heard Daddy talking to one of his buddies the other day about something he called a Key Game. I don't think he wanted me to overhear the conversation exactly, but it seems as though a group of married couples had gotten together one night, all the gentlemen tossed their keys into a fishbowl &amp; the women drew them. At that point, the ladies had to go home with whatever man belonged to the keys they drew from the bowl." Grace smirked at the sudden silence in the group, but continued anyway. "Like I said, I don't think Daddy wanted me to hear, but it seemed pretty cool, if you ask me. Of course, I would not want to go home with some random stranger. But, I was thinking..." She looked around at the group to gauge their expressions and blushed slightly. "Well, I just thought it might be fun, that's all..." Sneaking a peek at Jim, she couldn't quite read the look on his face in the low light of the tiki torches.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 11:19:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry enjoyed the food immensely and was one of the first few back into the tub. She took up quite a bit of room until the rest joined again. She looked up into the sky as thankfully tonight was cloudless and thousands of stars stared back down at them. She was only half listening to Grace untilt he turn of the conversation caught her attention. To try and not look too surprised she slowly brought her head up and looked to Grace, then Dani and Bobby as she tried to guess their reactions to this suggested game. <br><br>She also wondered if Grace had perhaps forgot about last night and the possible trouble that had occurred when she had found her and Bobby almost reliving a night that happened a while ago. She had seen that at least none of those three had forgotten about that night even if none appeared willing to admit it. She was not sure about Jim as he was the hardest of them to read in regards to the situation.<br><br>Terry's face remained surprisingly impassive at the suggestion. The thought of Jerry sleeping with one of these beauties and then coming back in a years time left her concerned that she may end up walking Dani's shoes. Would she in a years time enter a room to find him and one of her friends sharing a far too intimate moment for friends?&nbsp; She could not actually voice her questions though without revealing to the other three how much she actually knew. Instead she remained silent, observing and waiting to see the others reactions. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 11:50:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dani had been listening to the guys chat about college and the whole "oh! Remember when..." was boring her to death. She sat next to Bobby, his arm around her shoulders but instead of caressing her arm like usually, he was excitedly using both hands to emphasize his words as he spoke. Which was great, he was having fun. She loved that. But she wasn't... She glanced at the other girls and wished they could raise a subject of their own, but nothing like that seemed to be happening. <br><br>When Grace started talking about a key game, Dani's attention was caught. She watched her friend explain the game and suggest it, a slow smile creeping onto her face. She was confident with Bobby now. Her and Grace, well she loved her friend and she knew Grace loved her husband. There was no doubt about that. What happened after she got back from the drive with Jim had stirred her into realizing how silly it was to worry. She had everything she would ever need in her husband, and he had her entire heart and soul. Something like this would just be... Some spice.<br><br>Her eyes moved over to Jim and she bit her lip, the little smile lingering and almost lending her expression a cheeky quality. The vibrant mood she'd been in earlier that day and night returned at the thought of this... very naughty idea. She glanced quickly between the others again and pressed herself into Bobby. Then her eyes fell on Jerry and Rex. She wasn't guaranteed to switch with Grace. She might end up with any of the three men in the room other than her husband. <br><br>She chuckled quietly and recognized for the first time that Bobby's friends were all very handsome men. And their wives were all very beautiful women. She tried to picture Bobby with Terry, then Tessa. Her heart raced and her hand seemed to move on its own, slowly kneading Bobby's thigh. She knew that if they would do this, she would feel a stab of jealousy as soon as it was known which woman Bobby would... get. But she also knew that since she felt so good about them and their relationship after spending time here in Grace and Jim's home, after what happened between them, she would be fine with it. She would probably...<br><br>Her eyes moved between the three men and then she looked at Bobby. She would have fun with it. It was exciting. It made her heart flutter and adrenaline rush through her veins. <br><br>"I like it," she said decisively before anyone else did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>23-09-2010, 22:03:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim's eyes widened and he gave an audible gasp--more because Grace had heard it from her father than from the idea itself. "Wait wait... your <em>father</em> said that? Now that's a scary image..." he gave a rueful laugh as he settled back down, his eyes going into a thoughtful gaze. His glance moved between the ladies, scanning over each of them, lips curling up just a little, for a second, as he saw Dani once more, wondering if they'd get a chance to finish something...<br><br>Then he was back in reality, back in the here and now. After Dani's comment, silence had followed, and it was almost deafening. He shrugged noncommittally, looking to Grace--she'd suggested it after all, she wouldn't, couldn't get jealous, could she? And it would be fun. "Could be fun. I'm in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 07:51:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Sunday - 12am]<br><br>Nudging Jim in the ribs, Grace widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Well, Daddy wasn't talking as though HE had participated. It was something he was whispering about with a Senator or Congressman. You know I don't keep up on who is who in Washington, sweetie." Grace looked around and noted Terry's discomfort with the suggestion. Realizing that they had just spoken about such a night before, she wondered whether Terry was just having a hard time with the secret, or whether she didn't like the idea of sharing Jerry. Both, she decided and sought to relieve her a little bit.<br><br>"To be perfectly honest, this wouldn't be the first time for Jim and me." Grace blushed slightly, not wanting to out her friends, but figured since they were in good company, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Still, she couldn't bring herself to name Bobby and Dani. "We've done a 'swingers' type thing before, right honey?" Grace looked to Jim for some sign of confirmation and continued. "It's really not that big of a deal, really..."<br><br>As Dani &amp; Jim chimed in with their approval, or at least interest, in the game, Grace felt a bit more comfortable in bringing it up. She looked around to the others, but wasn't sure how they were taking it. Looking over at Bobby, Grace raised an eyebrow as if to nudge him into saying something. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 13:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bobby reminisced with the guys about their glory days back in college, laughing and joking and trying to embarrass each other with their stories. He had gotten lost in the memories&nbsp; of those days past and really was enjoying himself. He was just about to start in on another "remember the time" story when Grace piped in with her comment about overhearing her father talking about a key game and the details involved.<br><br>He went silent for what seemed like forever, his mind racing as he wondered just who knew what about he and Dani with Grace and Jim. He wondered how Dani would react to the proposal since she had seemed so insecure just the night before, as had he. His hand instantly went to Dani's arm and began to caress and stroke her skin affectionately, trying to sooth and calm the tension he just knew was going to be there. He could felt Dani press back into him, felt her hand kneading at his thigh... and he just knew things were about to get rough. <br><br>Then he felt and heard Dani give a small chuckle. He began to relax a bit, thinking that perhaps Dani was game. He was surprised with himself to discover that he was excited about the idea and, although he felt an initial pain of jealousy at the thought of another man with his Dani, he felt a calm reassurance that he and Dani would be just fine. He knew Dani loved him more than live, and he was pretty damned sure that Dani knew he felt the same way about her. Dani confirmed his thoughts and hopes when she answered that she liked the idea. Jim soon seconded the notion and Bobby was quick to reply afterward, "If my baby is game then so am I. What a great idea, Grace. Let's do it."<br><br>He was already getting excited as he glanced at Terry, Tessa and Grace. He had spent an amazing evening with Grace already some while back when the 4 of them had swapped partners for fun... as an experiment. He looked at Terry and Tessa and wondered what it would be like. Then he looked to his friends, thinking about them spending the night ravaging his beautiful wife. He leaned over and kissed Dani's shoulder, then her neck. A devious grin curled his lips and he reached a hand under the water to Dani's thigh and strummed softly. Glancing around the hot tub to his friends. "I wouldn't agree to this with just anyone. But you guys are not just anyone. You're like brothers to me and I trust you with my life... and my wife." He joked a bit, trying to break the ice and relax the mood a little. He pulled his hand from Dani's thigh as he looked back to her and openly cupped a breast as the thought of her with one of his friends filled his head. Besides, he kind of liked showing off his gorgeous wife a bit.<br><br>Looking to Jerry and Terry, Rex and Tessa, he grinned hopefully as he fondled Dani through her bikini top. "What do you say guys? Tessa? Terry? Come on, it could be fun for everyone."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 10:22:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry glanced to Jerry. She was waiting to see how he felt about this before she was going to actively say anything. She watched as four of them agreed to the swinging game. She had heard of such happening the typical "A friend of a friend..." story but had never expected that her closest friends had been playing the game.It spelled trouble with a capital T. She glanced at each male there. She was trying to see them without the shades of almost sisterly affection that had built up over the years.<br><br>Her hand reached out to grasp Jerry's in hers giving the hand a firm squeeze.&nbsp; She could not actually imagine her Jerry with any of her female friends without feeling a large stab of jealousy and concern but she needed to know what he wished. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Clown Prince</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 11:02:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jerry looked around at the collection of friends with a bright smile despite the feelings that were welling inside of him. Terry's hand brought him back to the conversation at hand and he looked into her eyes for a long moment. "I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean... you guys are my brothers, but... I've only ever been with Terry and she's only ever been with me. That's always been something special and I don't.... I don't know," he admitted before looking back to the other six occupants. He felt like he was letting the lot of them down since the majority seemed to approve.<br><br>"What's the reason behind it? I just don't want to lose anything that makes what Terry and I have special, if that makes sense. If you can help me understand, and she agrees... then I'll play," he said while tightening his grip upon her lithe hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitsunetsuki</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 10:10:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				[Sunday - 2am] (reminder, it is "2am" all week now)<br><br>Grace could see the concern of the others and almost wanted to take the suggestion back. She certainly didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. She could sense the tension between Jerry and Terry and wished she could erase it.<br><br>"Well," she started, "I don't think it would negate what you two have together, Jerry. I certainly don't wish to pressure either of you in any way to play along. If you're not comfortable, there's no sense in playing. This is something that should be fun for everyone!" Grace tried her best to give a warm and gentle smile at this point, hoping it could be seen in the evening light. "The thing is, once the keys are drawn, I think it's fair to say that it's up to the two of you how far you wish to go. I don't think it has to be written in stone that you do everything with the other that you do with your spouse. Perhaps...just maybe...there is something you haven't done together, that you might want to try, but have felt shy about asking? You could certainly bring that up with whomever you're paired with and explore it that way. I doubt many of us will be discussing exactly what's been done with our spouses afterwards, no?"<br><br>Grace looked around at the rest of the group and decided to extract her foot from her mouth. "Guys? Anyone else want to chime in here??"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 18:02:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim had been thinking, a bit annoyed that Grace had volunteered their swinging tryst out of the blue. Gnawing on his lip for a while, he interjected into the conversation, "So... we're all pretty good friends, right? And sometimes doing this kind of thing can strengthen what we have together. I mean... what's special about a marriage is emotional. If we share the physical, it's just... kinda fun." He grinned to them bashfully. Grace knew he didn't like to talk about this stuff in public, but he loved her enough that he'd back her idea, even if talking about it meant being uncomfortable himself.<br><br>Looking around the tabled, his grin got wider and he started laughing. "Besides, remember back in college when we were all trying to find beautiful girls to sleep with? I see four of them right here." A glance to the ladies, then a teasing glance back to Grace. "And don't any of you girls tell me you weren't doing the same thing with guys."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 15:21:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned a little more into Jerry before relaxing slightly and turning to Jim. Her lips seeming to suddenly melt into a smile before she laughed and then glanced at her female friends before bringing her dark gaze back to Jim.<br><br>"Actually I can very honestly say I was not doing that in college. "<br><br>She stuck her tongue out at him briefly for the moment the tension seemed to have eased a little though she kept her hand on Jerry's. Seeking more comfort she decided to shift between his legs so that the curve of her rear pressed against his speedos.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zoarster</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 22:08:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jim laughed at Terry's comment, raising his hands in apology as she stuck her tongue out at him. "Oh I'm sorry Terry... I should've realized that, if you were looking for hot guys, you would never have ended up with Jerry!" He laughed raucously, splashing some water at the couple as he leaned back. "But seriously... if not in college, why not now, among friends? You only live once."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Whose Keys? (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 22:22:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Terry was still actually struggling to see the men in front of her as anything but almost family. She laughed at Jim's comment before kicking her legs in his direction to splash him and Grace as much as was possible without actually kicking the water out of the jacuzzi tub itself. <br><br>"Well I have to admit when I look at you three..and do please try not to take any offense here even though all three of you are very attractive I am struggling to see past the part that your almost like family in my eyes so each of you are seen with..a sort of .."<br><br>She paused a moment as she tried to explain how she saw them physically yet as simply as possible.<br><br>"I guess where you see pretty women when I look at you three I see Jim, Bobby and Rex rather than three hot blooded males."<br><br>A faint blush touches her cheeks while she lifted one of Jerry's hands up to cover her face while waiting for their reactions. 
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