Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)
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				Title: <strong>Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 20:58:38</strong>
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				Chris Andrews checked his neat brown hair in the executive washroom mirror, straightened his Ivy League tie and pulled down the cuffs of his suit jacket. He smiled and nodded to himself. "Ladykiller, deadly at fifty yards."<br><br>He stepped out into the corridor, joining the stream of junior Marketing and PR bodies heading for the latest pitch session at Copper And Finch. Something about selling cars to aspirationals, the usual. <br><br>No doubt Peter had done his homework, so he could wait and jump in with something no-one else had thought of after he'd heard his suggestions. Yeah, there was Pete talking to that girl again - she was so out of his league, but it amused Chris to watch him try. Once the promotion was confirmed at the end of the week, she'd be a lot more interested in Chris than little Petey...<br><br>He smirked and strolled into the boardroom, taking his place in the clients' eyeline.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 23:00:25</strong>
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				As he waited for the start of the session Peter Hicks was enjoying talking with Laura Brewster. He always enjoyed talking to her and that day was even more a relief than usual, since he had been preparing the meeting so hard. A promotion was around the corner and everything was at stake for him: he had sacrificed so much of his personal life that he barely remembered the time in which he simply enjoyed working. Maybe that was one of the reasons he liked Laura so much.<br><br>Happiness didn't last as much as he hoped, for he had sighted Chris at the end of the corridor. His face didn't reflect the incredible hatred he felt for that guy. They were about the same age and both were working in the field almost as much time, but Chris always seemed to get out of hard situations without effort compared with him. Chris was a natural and Peter had nothing against it... it was his immense arrogance and sense of security, with that stupid smile always crossing Chris' face what really annoyed him badly.<br><br>"Sure... I will share a coffee with you late if you don't mind Laura" by the corner of his eye he saw once more the hated smiling face gliding towards them.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 01:55:09</strong>
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				"Miss Brewster," Chris said with a winning smile to the departing young woman. Then he turned to Peter. "Nice looking girl. Good prospects, too - she could go far if she impresses the right people. So, ready to wow the crowd?"<br><br>Finch, the senior partner who bothered to come to meetings, looked over the assembled advertisers with his usual polite disdain. "So. New cosmetics contract - Duchess. The owners want upscale, aspirational, yadda yadda yadda." He waved his hands vaguely to indicate 'the usual stuff'. <br><br>"We need all the obvious - a model or starlet, maybe a new face, a himbo or two, and a spin that marks it out from all the other starlets and himbos. Start talking, children..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 23:35:33</strong>
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				While the senior partner was making his point Peter gave a quick look to Chris. Sure the golden boy had something to say, some trick up his sleeve as usual. His tactic was pretty annoying: he usually waited until Peter exposed his proposal to blow them up and exposing some new, some original, some impressive new take on anything that was at stake.<br><br>This time he decided to wait and see. Peter will talk only if asked.. and it was far more probable that they ask the golden boy. Chris seemed to be listening carefully, a prideful look over his face as if he already had all the answers needed.<br><br>"Let's see the surprise..." thought Peter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 17:18:37</strong>
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				Chris leaned forwards to engage with his 'audience'. "Well, we could do all that in our sleep. Or we could try and stand out. Because sometimes that works. 'Duchess' suggests great big historical dresses, carriage rides, stately homes lit by candles - the aspiration of good old-fashioned luxury. Mix that up with someone modern so we don't seem out of touch. Satin and zip-pan editing, and if we can get Keira Knightley it's a home run." He shrugs. "Just an immediate response."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 22:02:09</strong>
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				"Keira Knightley?" Peter immediately thought "That anorexical chick?" Just what a guy like Chris would think up. It was not highly original but Peter had no better idea, he had to admit it. To be honest, he had no idea at all this time, all seemed so useless...<br><br>As Chris keep talking hatred started to fill Peter's mind... He disliked every and each word yet he knew that everybody will find it perfect. He glanced at Laura and saw that she seemed to be enjoying Chris exposition. Maybe the problem was his, he had lost his touch if he ever had one. Maybe this was time to put in practice what that old woman sold him in that alley, months ago... <br><br>Peter did not believe in superstitions nor in magic... but hell... Chris was <em>so</em> annoying...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 02:30:19</strong>
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				"She's not anorexic, she's just thin. She's got it, women want it... we aren't selling thinness in a bottle, of course, but we want them to think we are. Thinness and a chance to dress like a lady. Girls love that." Chris smirked at this, glancing sidelong at Laura with a devilish smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 11:42:58</strong>
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				"She's <em>extremely</em> thin, the press has been spreading rumor that he's anorexic and public perception is essential... It's not consumers I'm worried about, it's the fact that any of our competitors could hint at the fact that we are selling thinness and anorexia rather than what we are really selling..." Peter was genuinely worried about that matter. The public opinion has been very receptive about issues like the one at hand and the fact that several sites promoting anorexia got onto the limelight recently was a negative point.<br><br>But besides the genuine worries, there was the possibility to put some obstacles to Chris' magnificent ideas "Don't get me wrong Chris... your idea seems fabulous to me... It's just that I hope you've taken all this into consideration" he made a pause and looked around the table with a joking smile on his face "That and the fact that I didn't really liked her performance in the last Pirates film..."<br><br>Some of the assistants laughed at that and Peter looked at Chris with a look of sincere expectation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 21:15:45</strong>
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				"Well, there's no accounting for taste," Chris smirked dismissively. "I thought it was a bit complicated for what it was, but nine hundred and sixty million dollars worldwide must have been doing something right..." He shrugged. "But anyway, we could always go with a pretty little ingenue so the buyers can imagine themselves in the role instead."<br><br>"We'll look at the budgeting before making a final decision," Finch said flatly. "In the meantime, get the art department to look at flouncy old-fashioned things, alright Chris?"<br><br>"Sir." Chris smiled winningly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>17-12-2008, 17:26:16</strong>
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				"The question is if that was because of Keira or because of Depp... I don't imagine Jack Sparrow cross-dressed but it may work" Peter got out of it as unscathed as possible but the decision was finally made for him: he was going to try the stuff on him, no matter what, n o matter if he seemed an incredible stupid idiot to himself by trying it... What if it worked? That was something to think about, to put Chris in such a situation and being the only one to know the truth...<br><br>Coffee was the answer, he could use the previous invitation he made to Laura to lure Chris into it.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 01:54:42</strong>
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				Chris returned to his office, smirking to himself as the art department went to work on his idea. He scribbled some pitch notes on his headed notepaper, looking at his Rolex thoughtfully. Nearly time for a long lunch and a celebratory drink...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 13:20:09</strong>
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				As he knocked on Chris' door Peter was extremely aware of the little flask he had in his pocket. His rational mind said to him that there was nothing with it but his not-so-rational mind (the same mind which decided to buy it to that old woman) said otherwise. "All your problems with your enemy will be gone... you will have him at your mercy...". It seemed as much nonsense then as it seemed now but there was little to lose on it. Nothing a easy as dropping some of the liquid on the coffee before bringing it to Chris.<br><br>The door opened in the very same moment he had an awful thinking... What if it was some kind of poison? But the question disappeared and was replaced with determination once he saw the grimace that appeared on Chris' face.<br><br>"Just wondered if you want to share that coffee we talked about with Brewster and me... Got time now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 06:37:43</strong>
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				Chris glanced at his eight-hundred-dollar watch. "For you? Anything." He smiled thinly as he opened the door to step out. "Shall we?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 16:22:31</strong>
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				Peter waited for Chris to exit his office. As they went by the corridor they picked Brewster along the way. She greeted both of them and followed along. Peter was growing more nervous and feeling more stupid as time went by, but decision was made and he was the type of man who never backed from any decision.<br><br>They arrived at the cafeteria and took seat. There was some people being attended at the moment so Peter offered to place an order himself and asked them what they wanted.<br><br>"A tea please, you know how I want it" answered Laura promptly.<br><br>"And you Chris?" asked Peter. This was the occasion, as if destiny were helping him.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 00:36:48</strong>
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				"Espresso, one demerara sugar." Chris smirked. "Gotta keep my edge," he said aside to Laura as Peter left them alone.<br><br>From the counter, Peter could see Chris talking casually with Laura, his stance relaxed, totally at ease. Laura, for her part, listened attentively, smiling at his jokes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 22:55:17</strong>
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				Peter watched the table with a half-smile on his face. Once more was Chris flirting with Laura and she politely smiling at him. When he saw the waiter with the tray carrying the coffees, he went to him "I'll take them, thanks". He left the tray on the counter casually, as if he was interested in the menu that was displayed there and took out the little bottle. It was about the size of his middle finger, with a nice crystal cap, a hue of blue. He opened it and dropped into Chris' cup. The liquid was transparent and had no odor whatsoever.<br><br>The bottle returned to his pocket and then he took the tray, smiling again. Mysteriously, he had stopped to feel stupid, somehow he knew that something was going to happen once Chris drank his cup...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 20:49:20</strong>
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				Chris looked over. He wasn't impatient, he was happy to have Laura to himself, but he did wonder what was taking Peter so long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:03:14</strong>
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				"Here we are" said Peter as he put the tray on the table, his polite smile shining on his face. He felt a rush of excitement and tried hard to not show it openly "Well, have I missed something?" he took his coffee while looking at both of them
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 21:21:31</strong>
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				"Ohhh, no, nothing." Chris smirked and looked askance at Laura, and she let out a giggle. His grin spreading, Chris took the offered cup and lifted it to his lips, taking a long sip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 22:13:22</strong>
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				Peter just sipped his coffee, noting the long sip that Chris took. "Just some drops will do..." he remembered the word of the old lady. He had dropped the entire little flask. As Laura and Chris chatted, he paid very little attention, finally getting up "I must go, see you later". <br><br>He walked out of the cafeteria, stopping at his office on the way out of the building. When he reached his car he was gain feeling stupid... but something had changed, he didn't know what... "We'll see tomorrow" he said to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 03:50:14</strong>
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				"Sure, okay." Chris shrugged and took another sip as Peter left, then turned to face Laura. "How about you? Any big plans? Anywhere you'd like to go...?"
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				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 12:16:03</strong>
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				His hand stopped dead when he was about to start the engine. Was he stupid? What if those drops where poison of some kind and Chris died or got ill and he somehow was found to be the responsible? It had been a really stupid action, Chris had yet again succeeded in getting him to his nerves but...<br><br>What if the&nbsp; strange liquid did indeed what it had been promised to do? Was he really going to miss the opportunity of seeing the changes first hand? And if nothing happened, well... nobody will know anything. Besides, if it was poison of some kind he would be less suspect if he was there helping...<br><br>Peter got out of his car and entered the building again. He already had an excuse prepared if anybody asked about his return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:20:59</strong>
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				Chris was leaning in a bit closer to Laura than was merely friendly, his smile rather predatory as he swirled the dregs of his coffee around at the bottom of the near-empty cup. Laura looked up and smiled as Peter returned, and Chris turned slightly to see what he was looking at, letting out a small sigh of irritation at no longer being alone with her.<br><br>Then a slight groan of discomfort as he felt something tighten like the beginnings of a cramp in his gut. He leaned back to try and untwist it, but he felt other muscles pulling in as well. Maybe he'd been overdoing it on the squash court to keep up his winning streak...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 10:42:53</strong>
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				Peter went straight to his desk, looking at the pair casually. He returned Laura's smile and could catch Chris' annoyance. Anyway he carried on his plan and went on without further looking at them. A spark of rage tried to get out of him as he knew what Chris was doing with Laura, but anyway he had to control it.<br><br>Once he was out of sight he took some documents and returned to a position where he could watch con them, fiddling with the documents as if he was looking for something. Nothing seemed to happen and he was running out of ideas, soon it would be obvious that he was doing nothing but spying on the pair and suddenly...<br><br>Chris seemed to be in pain for just a moment. Peter started to sweat involuntarily... God... was it poison after all? If so, he was in trouble.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 22:45:07</strong>
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				Chris grimaced as he shifted in the seat, suddenly feeling like he'd run a marathon, every muscle aching as if they'd just cramped badly. <br><br>Laura looked at him with concern. "Are you alright?" she asked. He forced a smile and waved off her question.<br>"Fine, fine... just a bit of cramp. Hope it isn't food poisoning," he chuckled, but there was a bit of a painful wheeze in the laugh. He reached for his glass of water and gulped it down, feeling suddenly flushed as well as pained.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 13:47:38</strong>
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				"Oh my god, I have poisoned him for sure". If Chris died or anything and the police found poison in his organism, they will analyze whatever he had consumed and...<br><br>Peter stopped thinking and something inside him said "It's done. Just watch and see what happens. It's already done". It was a good advice and besides there was nothing to do anymore. He could go and ask, show some concern. But there was a lot of time for that, for now he would just watch.<br><br>Because if what the old lady told was about to happen, Chris would go to this office, or the bathroom or whatever... or so Peter wanted. If Laura witnessed everything... this was not how he planned it.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 02:18:19</strong>
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				"I should go and, nngh, lie down." Chris raised a shivering hand as a waitress pased by. "Check please," he groaned. <br><br>"Are you okay to drive?" Laura asked, her concern obvious.<br>"Sure, sure," Chris said as casually as he could, clearly trying not to grimace in pain as he rubbed his forehead, before pushing himself up unsteadily as the waitress returned with the bill and he paid with two forties, not bothering with the change as he stumbled away. Laura got up to follow him, but he raised a hand. "I'm fine. Really... you should get back to it." She did not look at all convinced, but stopped following him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 23:05:45</strong>
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				As soon as Chris had left the room, Peter went to another exit trying to catch him before he got to where Chris had his car parked. He had to see how bad or well it was going. Damn! Why he never asked the old woman about the signs or how the change really happened? Because he had not believed her, of course. And now...<br><br>Finally he catched Chris up at the end of a corridor and approached him as if he knew nothing "Goodbye Chris. I'd forg... Chris..." he tried to sound really surprised "are you feeling all right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 02:59:38</strong>
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				Chris walked with a determined lurch towards his car, rubbing his forehead as he went, breathing heavily as if he had spent an hour at the gym. <br><br>He looked around as he heard Peter approaching, blinking to focus on him. "Yeah, yeah," he said irritably. "Just feeling a bit... nnnfff..." He groaned as something moved inside him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tonioven</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 15:26:32</strong>
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				This was no poisoning... at least no normal poisoning. As Peter caught up with Chris he immediately saw obvious changes. Not so obvious for a normal observer but for him, oh sure they were changes.<br><br>Chris seemed to have all of his body in pain and Peter realized why: the shoulders seemed to be reducing in size almost at eye view, the same happening to his chest. No wonder Chris was breathing so heavily.<br><br>"Man, you're not just a bit..." he tried to help Chris to incorporate and took him by the arm only to realize how much hot it was. The arm itself seemed to have shrink a little, but that was not all. When Peter retired his hand he retired also hair from the arm... Chris was losing hair and now that he looked at it closely... his skin also seemed to be changing. <br><br>"You need to go home, or rest... you can't ride like this. I can get you home if you want" <br><br>It was happening, and it would not be a wise idea to let it happen in the open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Becoming His Girl Friday (Beatrice Black and tonioven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 04:44:26</strong>
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				Chris looked up at Peter... he seemed taller now somehow... and blinked, his eyes going out of focus. He could feel the skin on his face tightening, like he was out in a strong wind, but the air was still... and cold - he felt feverish, sweating heavily, his body hair slipping off as he moved. <br><br>"Nn'm fine," he slurred, trying to pull away from Peter's strong arms, but unable to gather the strength to do so. Even his clothes felt heavy now, and loose, except around his chest and hips, where they seemed tighter than ever. 
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