Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)
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				Title: <strong>Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 14:21:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm108/The_Mrs_Geek/Sekrit%20random/kate_beckinsale.jpg)</div><br>Katelyn walked back to her desk fuming.&nbsp; Once again, her boss held unreal expectations of her and uncaring when she tried to talk to her about actions that left Katelyn angry, frustrated and even hurt.&nbsp; She sat down heavily in her chair and looked at the computer screen.&nbsp; In the three minutes she had been in her boss' office she had received ten urgent emails all wanting her attention.&nbsp; Each one only added more to her work load along with more stress.&nbsp; <br><br><em>That's it.&nbsp; I need a vacation!</em> She thought.&nbsp; Everything in her life had building and piling up the stress.&nbsp; Personally and professionally she was quickly running out of rope to hang on to.&nbsp; Then something popped up in her personal email.&nbsp; And advertisement from her travel agent.&nbsp; The pictures of a white beach and stretching blue ocean under cloudless skies snared her.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and for a moment could feel the warmth of the sun and hear the ocean.&nbsp; How nice that would be.&nbsp; Outside her office she had nothing but snow and freezing temperatures to look forward to.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked at the location in the email.&nbsp; Some island in the tropics, south of the equator...where it was summer!&nbsp; Not only was it summer, it was in the tropic zone where the weather was warm all year. Katelyn responded to the e-mail, with a note that she was interested if they were start the paperwork she'd call on her lunch break.&nbsp; <br><br>When her lunch break rolled around she stepped out of the office to make the call.&nbsp; Her flight left the next day.&nbsp; She went back to her desk and got to work quickly.&nbsp; She wrote two emails.&nbsp; The first she sent immediately informing her boss that she would be taking a leave of absence effective immediately.&nbsp; She had the sick time and the personal days saved up to more than cover a week of vacation.&nbsp; The next was an update to her out of office e-mail.&nbsp; At the end of the day she set, what she thought, was the out of office e-mail to go out the next morning. She didn't say a word to anyone as she made a quick escape from the soul sucking, life eating, brain melting building. <br><br>As all her summer clothes were already in boxes it didn't take her long to pull some out and chuck them into a suitcase with a few necessities. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagnizkur</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 17:47:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/tagnizkur/Liam.jpg)</div> Connor found that some days just sucked.&nbsp; When the alarm didn't go off, the coffee maker fried, the cab driver splashed him and the elevator busted at work he thought this couldn't possibly get worse as he climbed the 24 flights of stairs.&nbsp; Due to him running three marathons a year he wasn't winded but the breath was taken out of him as he opened the door to see moving boxes everywhere and about 50 forlorn faces moping about.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Well..&nbsp; I bet this is karma on the rag....&nbsp; what the fuck now..."&nbsp; He muttered as he headed to Daniel's office.&nbsp; &nbsp;Danny was President of the little web advertising firm and Connor was SVP and lead designer.&nbsp; By the look of Danny boys face as he paced in his office yelling at someone on the phone Connor guessed this day had just reached rock bottom.&nbsp; <br><br>"Shit..&nbsp; I had to think the day couldn't get worse didnt I.."&nbsp; I walked into his office as I heard him closing his call..&nbsp; "....we built this empire you fucks...&nbsp; you can all go to hell and make sure your asses get burned."&nbsp; The cell phone flew from his hand and shattered against the wall.<br><br>Danny looked at me..."You still have a Job.&nbsp; Youre moving to LA as the new SVP of Starcomm Internationals web Division.. so yeah.. they will fuck the soul out of you..."&nbsp; His words just died as if someone had let the air out of him.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, the merger was more instant than we thought, what happened to the few weeks and why are you pissed?&nbsp; Who was that and what happened."&nbsp; I ask trying to see just what the hell I missed.&nbsp; As far as I knew this was a clean merge and everyone had a job.<br><br>"Well... thats easy..&nbsp; they just purchased our shares...&nbsp; we both made millions... and they fired 50 percent of the staff including me..&nbsp; But hey I had the coming.. I did tell Rogers that he looked like a moldy sphincter and his wife had the looks of a fried baboons ass...&nbsp; I mean shit Connor.. I cant do this shit..&nbsp; I cant play these games.&nbsp; Youre young still&nbsp; I am 54 years old..&nbsp; I lost it.. took my money.. made sure i got as many people jobs as possible... and just said fuck it..&nbsp; "<br><br>He just stopped and looked at me.&nbsp; "Im outta here..&nbsp; everyone is leaving after packing.&nbsp; You all have three weeks to report to the LA location.. so.. My advice my old friend..&nbsp; pack up and go on vacation.. "&nbsp; He throws a pamphlet at me with a purchased ticket in there already and just walks out without another word.<br><br>I dont know if it was being shell shocked or what, but I just sat there looking at the serene on the brochure.&nbsp; I wasnt lost in that, rather lost in the fact that my life just officially got the most ass backwards I have ever seen it.&nbsp; Didnt I just turn 30?&nbsp; I thought this was supposed to happen like when I was Dannys age.&nbsp; &nbsp;I packed everything up, went home and did what Danny said, started to pack for a time away.&nbsp; Ill take care of getting the moving people out later...&nbsp; I turned in since my flight left in the morning. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:59:14</strong>
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				Katelyn's alarm went off earlier than she was used to for work.&nbsp; <em>Stupid airport security</em> She thought.&nbsp; She rolled out of the bed and propelled herself into the bathroom where she took a quick shower.&nbsp; Once clean she decided to forgo her makeup.&nbsp; It would be a long flight and she was headed to a tropical island to be alone.<br><br>She had booked a cabin on her own private island.&nbsp; A tiny little paradise on earth where she could be alone, relax and just let all the stress melt away.&nbsp; She was leaving her cell phone in her apartment.&nbsp; She checked a map and her phone wouldn't be getting reception where she was going.&nbsp; She dressed in comfortable clothes, a pair of black yoga pants, a light pink tank top and a sweatshirt over it just to keep her warm until she hit warmer climates.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to sleep through the flight and was unable.&nbsp; The chair was uncomfortable and for a good portion of the first flight there was a crying baby across the aisle from her.&nbsp; She just kept telling herself that it would all be worth it once she made it to her destination.&nbsp; She couldn't have been more right, or so she thought.&nbsp; Once she was checked in, Katelyn and her two bags were taken to her 'private' island by a glass bottom boat.&nbsp; She watched brightly colored fish dart about until the boat hit sand.&nbsp; The man rowing jumped out and pulled the boat up onto the beach far enough that she would not get wet getting out.&nbsp; Once she was in the bungalow he headed back out and rowed back to the main island.&nbsp; <br><br>She took a deep breath of salty sea air.&nbsp; "Now this is what I'm talking about." She smiled and began exploring the dwelling.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagnizkur</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:55:54</strong>
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				When Connor work in the morning he was kind of happy that he didn't need to worry about the airport security.&nbsp; &nbsp;He checked before he crashed and sure enough his single engine Corvalis TT had the capacity to at least get to the air strip near his get away.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was happy Danny convinced him years ago to take Cessna as a client, due to that he was given this plane by them and he really enjoyed earning his pilots licence.&nbsp; <br><br>He didnt bring a lot with him.&nbsp; Shorts and tee shirts with flips flops, that would be his wardrobe.&nbsp; He did bring a satellite phone just in case but the damn thing would most likely stay buried.&nbsp; &nbsp; It only took a few minutes to unload and pay to have the plane put in a hangar and fueled and ready for when he leaves.&nbsp; Before he know it he was stepping off the little boat and standing on what may very well be the first true getaway ever.<br><br>"This is what my soul needs..."&nbsp; Connor pulls the black Nirvana tee off and kicks the sandals to the side as he drops the bag.&nbsp; &nbsp; He lies down in the hot sun and just stretches his had toned six foot three frame.<br><br>"This is what living should be..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 14:52:25</strong>
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				Katelyn put her things into the bedroom and flopped on the bed for a moment.&nbsp; It was luxurious.&nbsp; She was certain she'd be getting plenty of sleep, later.&nbsp; For the moment she decided it was time to go soak up that sunshine.&nbsp; She changed into a royal blue string bikini. <br><br>"Why am I even bothering?&nbsp; I'm on my own private island?" She asked the air.&nbsp; The answer was immediate in her mind.&nbsp; It was because she feared someone on the main island seeing her using binoculars or some such.&nbsp; &nbsp;She grabbed a towel, let down her hair, donned her sunglasses, picked up her book and iPod and headed for the sand in sunshine.&nbsp; <br><br>She walked out onto the beach and sighed once more.&nbsp; Already she felt more relaxed and happy.&nbsp; &nbsp;The stress melted away as the sunshine warmed her.&nbsp; She stopped short when there was a body on her beach.&nbsp; Frozen she watched.&nbsp; His chest seemed to rise and fall.&nbsp; Okay, he's not dead.&nbsp; Her certainly wasn't there before. She walked over and looked down at him.&nbsp; He wasn't wearing a uniform, in fact his rather chiseled chest was bared to the sunshine. <br><br>"Excuse me" She said.&nbsp; "What are you doing on <em>my</em> beach?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagnizkur</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 05:55:40</strong>
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				The sun was just what I needed and mixing that with the sound of slow rolling waves and a soft gentle breeze, I could already feel the stress melting away.&nbsp; The thoughts of all that had happened fading into the distance like a forgotten dream.&nbsp; &nbsp;I couldn't help but to feel the euphoric sense of utter freedom creeping deep into my bones.&nbsp; I closed my eyes and just let the healing rays of the sun and the calming sound taken my mind and spirit into bliss.&nbsp; <br><br>The the Hiroshima to my spiritual Nirvana occurred.&nbsp; I heard a voice.&nbsp; A voice..&nbsp; out hear on an island.&nbsp; With the first two words "Excuse me"&nbsp; I thought I was just hearing things, but no, my nuclear winter began as that voice all be it soft, sweet, and hell, SEXY as all get out spoke the next words "what are you doing on my beach?" well then, my eyes popped open.<br><br>My eyes slid up a slender shadow of a woman wrapped in the suns rays as if she where an angel.&nbsp; Her feature were hard to make out but the sun did a fin job accentuating her other assets and soft curves.&nbsp; Regardless of the angelic nature of this woman her challenge of the beaches ownership needed to be met.<br><br>Sitting up slightly I try to focus on her face but the sun into cooperating.&nbsp; "Im sorry Miss...&nbsp; You're beach?&nbsp; The question I think can be asked right back actually, this was is my island.&nbsp; &nbsp;So I should ask what are you doing here and better yet, how did you get here..&nbsp; the boat only drops people off and doesnt come back for at least two days to check on clients..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 14:29:49</strong>
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				She couldn't believe they had brought someone else to her island.&nbsp; How incompetent was the staff?&nbsp; Never mind that he was gorgeous and his voice seeped right into her bones.&nbsp; He had a deep sort of voice that growled in a sexy manner with, it seemed, no effort on his part to make it that way.&nbsp; &nbsp;She shivered slightly. <br><br>"I know!" She took a deep breath.&nbsp; Whatever had happened this man certainly didn't deserve to be yelled at for it.&nbsp; "I was dropped off about forty-five minutes ago.&nbsp; I booked my vacation here yesterday.&nbsp; My confirmation e-mail is in the cabin.&nbsp; I am supposed to be on this island all alone for a week." <br><br>Yes her blessed week of working all the stress out of her system that had begun so blissfully was now making her agitated and stressed again. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagnizkur</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 05:44:55</strong>
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				"My boss reserved this place just the other day as well.&nbsp; I have a confirmation as well on my Sat iPhone. "<br><br>Looking at her now as the sun starts to settle I get a better idea of her body shape.&nbsp; &nbsp;The curious nipples beneath the thin material of her suit seem to be interested in the conversation.&nbsp; My eyes slide to the sharp V of her cleavage and from there the trail down her body.&nbsp; Rolling curves of abs create a path to her hips.&nbsp; The lower part of her suit rids down showing that she is a very well groomed woman below.&nbsp; Whether I want to admit to it or not I find a tingling begging to stir within my legs.<br><br>"No... there is no need for that.. I believe you..&nbsp; Truthfully I think this is nothing more than a glitched double book.&nbsp; I can make this easy though...."&nbsp; All though images are already flooding my mind of this womans naked body glistening from undulations so I find myself having to force them down as I feel the stirring below hardening...<br><br>"...&nbsp; sorry.. I was saying..&nbsp; I have a camping tarp I brought with me.. I can sleep outside until the come for a supply...&nbsp; It shouldn't be a problem..&nbsp; is that OK?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 14:30:11</strong>
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				"You brought a camping tarp to your own private island...never mind.&nbsp; No, it wouldn't be much of a relaxing vacation if you had to sleep outside.&nbsp; And I'd feel just horrible." She sighed as she chewed the inside of her cheek.&nbsp; "I think I remember reading somewhere that the couch is a sleeper sofa.&nbsp; One of us can take that and the other the bed.&nbsp; It really is a nice cabin and room enough to two." <br><br>She tipped her sunglasses up on top her head so he could see her eyes.&nbsp; It was rude to introduce yourself from behind sunglasses.&nbsp; "And I don't think I introduced myself.&nbsp; I'm Katelyn Michaels.&nbsp; Stressed out Administrative Assistant." She knelt down in the sand and offered him her right hand.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tagnizkur</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 06:18:15</strong>
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				I stand up brushing the sand off my six foot four frame reaching out my hand to shake hers.&nbsp; <br><br>"Its a pleasure to meet you Katelyn Michaels I'm Connor Byrne and well... I wish would could have met on less awkward conditions.."&nbsp; I smile flashing straight white teeth looking down at her face for the first time.&nbsp; Without the sun creating the shadowed silhouette I get a chance to drink in her features and my God she is exquisite.&nbsp; &nbsp;Soft perfect lips on a smooth gentle face.&nbsp; &nbsp;A half smile with a slight come hither quirk to it just about consumes my souls making my knees almost week.&nbsp; Never in my days have I seen someone like her.<br><br>"The inside you say,,,,"&nbsp; I laugh in an almost nervous shy way. "...&nbsp; I hadn't even gone in..&nbsp; after the few days I have had.. I just got off the bat when it left me and decided to lie down to drink in the sun and silence.."<br><br>I look down at her catching he eyes with my own.." Please... show me around.. "
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				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 14:26:42</strong>
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				She knew he was going to be tall when he stood, she could tell even when he was prone but his height still surprised her.&nbsp; He positively towered over her.&nbsp; It was not her turn to squint as she looked up at him in the sunshine.&nbsp; Katelyn chuckled a bit.&nbsp; "I thought about the same thing." She admitted.&nbsp; "When I got off the boat, but I'm one of those people who just has to get everything settled before they begin their fun and relaxation elsewise I wouldn't relax." Her shoulders bobbed a little in a shrug. <br><br>"Sure I'll show you around." She turned back towards the small cabin and began walking back up the beach.&nbsp; Each step caused the muscles in her legs and glutes to tighten in turn as he feet pushed the soft white sand away.&nbsp; She wasn't overly athletic or muscled, but Katelyn was fit.&nbsp; She spent time each day on the treadmill in her spare bedroom.&nbsp; <br><br>Mostly she walked it to work off stress she couldn't work off walking around her neighborhood in the dark.&nbsp; She didn't live in a bad neighborhood, the world just wasn't a place a single woman should walk around in the dark alone.&nbsp; On days she was particularly stressed or worked up she would run on the treadmill.&nbsp; That had happened a lot more lately. <br><br>She led him into the cabin, the big glass double doors led into the living room area with the dining room and kitchen to their right.&nbsp; It was the epitome of vacation cottage decorated in bright, floral prints with whitewashed wood framed furniture.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tagnizkur</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 05:29:35</strong>
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				As I followed her back I admit that very little attention was on the island.&nbsp; No, every fiber of my being was locked into the way she walked.&nbsp; &nbsp;The way the legs would grow tense and relaxed with each stride.&nbsp; The smoothness of her skin.&nbsp; The curve of her body as each piece came together in a masterpiece of perfection and exquisite eye candy delights.&nbsp; <br><br>I heard each word and was able to lock it away in case I was quizzed later.&nbsp; Even as I reached the small cabin it took almost herculean strength to pry my eyes from the vision that was this woman.&nbsp; I just hope to god this was internal arousal only.&nbsp; Last thing i need for her to do is turn around and see me with a raging heart on so massive that she would think I am going to use it as a weapon.<br><br>I take in the almost picture copy version of the cabin that i saw in the brochures.&nbsp; This was their best one.&nbsp; It had the needed comforts for its size.&nbsp; The funny part was that this was almost the same size as my study!&nbsp; It doesn't matter though because.. well..&nbsp; it was away from chaos.. and lets face it, the main land was only chaos right now.&nbsp; Then I take in a single issue..<br><br>"So, the one bed may indeed cause an issue..&nbsp; but I guess since I have the bag and the tarp already I can crash on the floor..&nbsp; "&nbsp; Or inside you right now...&nbsp; God the sharp downward curve of her breasts is like a freaking tractor beam.
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				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 18:18:33</strong>
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				Katelyn padded into the living room, her bare feet not making a sound on the wood floor.&nbsp; With out a word she pulled a few cushions off the couch.&nbsp; "Just as I thought." She lifted her head, though her body was still bent and gave him a smile.&nbsp; "The couch is a pull out.&nbsp; And likely not long enough for you." She frowned a moment and stood upright again with her hands on her hips.&nbsp; "You take the bed I'll take the pull out.&nbsp; I like to stay up late anyhow, I'll probably lay awake reading for hours each night.&nbsp; No sense in anyone sleeping on the floor though.&nbsp; There's a hammock off the patio outside the bedroom too.&nbsp; It's in a nice little grove of trees."&nbsp; She headed for the bedroom to show him.&nbsp; "Oh and I paid for whatever plan it was that had the fridge stocked with food, so we should be good on that.&nbsp; I am wishing I'd paid for the stocked minibar.&nbsp; Oh well though."<br><br>The bedroom was decorated just as the living room in tropical patterns, though less bright.&nbsp; There were light blocking curtains, currently open, hanging on all the windows as well a sleep mask on the table by the bed.&nbsp; Her suit case sat at the foot of the bed with the clothes she's been wearing upon arrival folded neatly.&nbsp; "Oh, silly me."&nbsp; She picked up the bottle of sunscreen she'd left laying next to the clothes.&nbsp; "I'm certainly going to need more of this out there." She chuckled.&nbsp; "I was just so eager to get out in the sunshine.&nbsp; So anyway, bedroom and the bathroom is across the hall." Her eyes sparkled a bit as she added "And it's got a huge garden tub." <br><br>She tried to pretend the pebbling of her nipples was because she had cranked the air conditioning in the cabin when she arrived and not because she was having deliciously naughty thoughts about what she could do with a man like Conner in a garden tub. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagnizkur</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 04:31:36</strong>
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				<em>Is she doing that on purpose?&nbsp; The way she is bending......</em> The way the suit rides in the curve of her ass as she is bent over causes a shudder to run through my body.&nbsp; I think if i wasn't leaning on the table my knees would buckled.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even though I am trying to imagine flowers in a field, I see me having sex with her in that field.&nbsp; I try to imagine cats... then I see her in a cat suit.&nbsp; Nothing is helping and that stirring is becoming a little more obvious outwardly.&nbsp; <br><br>Somehow words that make sense fumble out of my mouth..<br><br><br>"No no.. you were here first...&nbsp; you can have the bed.&nbsp; I insist.&nbsp; My feet my dangle but its not big deal.&nbsp; Maybe Ill shove that ottoman over to the end to make it feel like a bed.&nbsp; Running an advertising firm means having to be creative..."&nbsp; I give her a very genuine white toothed smile.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now as to the min bar...&nbsp; I happen to have some bottles with me..&nbsp; I was planning on one night of oblivion to forget the chaos of work...&nbsp; so.. how would you like some Dalmore 62 Single Highland Malt Scotch or Irish Whiskey... and if that doesn't do you.. I have some vodka.&nbsp; Im sure they have some OJ in the fridge.."<br><br>I list the drinks and with each one all I see is drunk fucking...&nbsp; that does little to curb the growing mass between my legs.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Ink Slinger +  Tagnizkur)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 16:31:18</strong>
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				"Running an advertisement firm?" She quirked her head to one side a bit.&nbsp; "Impressive, but let's not talk about work." She shook her head.&nbsp; "Like you, I came here to forget all about it."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She got a mischievous look about her and brushed back past him heading for the kitchen.&nbsp; "I bet there's better stuff than OJ in the fridge." Katelyn bounced into the kitchen.&nbsp; She opened the fridge and just like she thought there was all manner of tropical fresh fruit in it.&nbsp; "Now...blender...if I were a blender where would I be hiding." <br><br>She opened cabinets looking about for the device.&nbsp; "I'm thinking mango, vodka and ice." She smiled at Conner.&nbsp; "That sounds about right.&nbsp; Maybe a few strawberries."
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