Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)
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				Title: <strong>Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 02:13:24</strong>
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				The phone rang.&nbsp; It always rang at this time of the morning.&nbsp; He always called to wake her up.&nbsp; He always called to brag about the dish he'd bagged the night before.&nbsp; Proud of his conquests, he paraded them in front of her, as if he enjoyed the thought of breaking her heart again and again and again.&nbsp; She was his own magnetic Etch-a-Sketch.&nbsp; He could twist and turn her, then shake her to begin again.<br><br>Jessica was getting used to it.&nbsp; Rather, she'd gotten used to it a long while ago.&nbsp; He'd been doing this since high school.&nbsp; They'd known each other since he'd been seven and she'd been six.&nbsp; They'd grown up together in the same small town.&nbsp; They'd gone to the same school.&nbsp; Hell, they lived in the same dorm building, both in their senior year of college now.&nbsp; They'd been as close as brother and sister.&nbsp; Except, she'd never considered him her brother.&nbsp; They were best friends.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she was in love with her best friend.<br><br>He'd mocked her about being too picky with her dates.&nbsp; She'd smiled and laughed it off.&nbsp; He'd told her she needed to get laid.&nbsp; She'd smiled and laughed it off.&nbsp; He'd talked about his own sexual exploits, telling her what really got him off, what really got the women off and how good he was.&nbsp; She smiled and laughed it off.<br><br>But after he'd hung up, every time, she was a wreck.&nbsp; She was hot for him, wet for him and hungry for him.&nbsp; She was hurt by him and angry with herself for being so foolish.&nbsp; Still, she loved him.&nbsp; She hated herself for it, but she loved him.<br><br>The phone rang again and Jessica reached over to answer it, her long, slender legs slithering beneath the sheets as she did so.&nbsp; In her best and most sexy phone voice, she spoke.<br><br>"Mmmmmm, Hello..." her eyes were still closed, her body was still bare beneath the sheets and she ached for him the second she heard his deep, bass voice growling against her ear. <br><br>She just barely held back a moan of sexual need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 02:22:04</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Hey Jesse," Mike said, smiling at her thru the phone. "How are you doing this morning?" Mike always called Jessica as soon as he woke up, or as soon as he was alone, whichever. At the moment, it was the latter, last nite's lovely having left a few minutes before. And now it was time for their ritual. Mike could still remember how it started ... the morning after he'd finally gotten laid, he'd called Jess first thing, wanting to share the news with his best friend. And then when it happened again, he'd told her, and it had just continued ever since. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"So ... did you get lucky last nite?" Mike asked playfully. He knew Jess had had a date, tho' she'd insisted it wasn't actually a "date date", whatever the hell that was. Mike stroked his cock slowly, remembering his own companion of the nite before, and how she'd laughed when he mentioned his best friend was a girl. Mona had teased him about being gay, an accusation he'd done his best to disprove once he got her in his bed ....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 02:52:47</strong>
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				Did she get lucky?&nbsp; Who did he think she was?&nbsp; Him?&nbsp; The momentary anger never reached her voice.<br><br>"Yeah, Mike.&nbsp; He's laying here stroking himself off as I talk to you on the phone." she practically sneered into the handset.<br><br>She'd never taken a man to her bed, though she'd played around a little.&nbsp; Still, if Mike couldn't tell when she was lying, she wasn't going to clue him in to the fact.&nbsp; Better she suffer in private, right?<br><br>"Seriously though, you know you're the only man for me.&nbsp; I live for these early morning tell-alls." she lied again, this time to herself.<br><br>She could see him there on his bed.&nbsp; He was probably stroking himself, slowly, reliving the power of his previous evening's romp.&nbsp; The bastard.&nbsp; God she wanted to see him.&nbsp; She wanted to feel him.&nbsp; She wanted to taste him.&nbsp; She moaned softly, her fingers moving slowly toward her right breast.&nbsp; Catching herself, she coughed, trying to cover the previous noise, dropping her right hand to the mattress upon which she lay.<br><br>"Mmmm, cough, cough.&nbsp; Sorry bout that, Mike, didn't mean to cough in your ear.&nbsp; Throat's a little dry is all." <br><br><i>Shit</i> she thought.&nbsp; <i>Did he hear?&nbsp; Does he know?&nbsp; Did he notice that I can barely breathe?</i>&nbsp; she blushed furiously as she tried to get her head straight and clear once more.<br><br>"So, she gone or just in the bathroom?" her voice was more bitter than she'd intended.&nbsp; She hoped he didn't notice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 17:50:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike rolled his eyes. "Yeah right," he said. "Like you'd ever let a guy spend the nite." He snorted with amusement. "And no, she left a bit ago. I used the bathroom then called you ... I knew you'd want all the juicy details ... and trust me, they are." Mike could feel himself getting hard again remembering how wet Mona had gotten. "So," he asked, "what do you want to know first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 20:26:30</strong>
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				She cringed.&nbsp; God she hated this part of their friendship.&nbsp; Hated it with a passion.&nbsp; But would she ever tell him that?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Cause the minute she told him she didn't want to hear his stories, he'd stop calling.&nbsp; Then he'd stop coming over.&nbsp; Then he'd stop Emailing.&nbsp; The price of being near him was hearing about every woman who wasn't her; who would never be her.<br><br>"Start the the beginning, Stud.&nbsp; You know what I like." the same reply every time.<br><br>He hadn't heard the need in her voice.&nbsp; He had no clue what she was going through.&nbsp; He had no clue that just the resonant quality of his voice made her wet for him.&nbsp; He had no clue.&nbsp; He was smart, handsom, strong, tall, virile and dumb as a stump.&nbsp; <br><br><i>"Don't chase him, Jessie dear.&nbsp; He won't ever treat you the way you deserve to be treated."</i> Jess knew her mother had been right.&nbsp; But oh how her heart ached for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 21:20:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"So I'm at the bar last nite," Mike said. "And this blonde comes in ... tight ass, firm little breasts ... way hot. She's wearing a short little leather miniskirt and like, a man's dress coat with nothing on underneath it. We started dancing, and she was just rubbing herself all over me. We had a couple of drinks, then went upstairs ...." At Joe's, the bar Mike most often frequented, the upstairs section was unofficially reserved for "quiet time" for couples. Jess had been there with Mike often enough to know what went on up there, and he knew it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"So once we got back here, she's going crazy," Mike said, continuing. "I mean, we're barely in the door and she's got her hands undoing my jeans and taking him out. And damn, but that girl could suck ...."<br><br>(OOC: How much detail about the nite do you want?)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 21:43:54</strong>
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				Jessica closed her eyes, hearing his voice.&nbsp; The words didn't really register.&nbsp; She'd learned how to block out the stuff that really hurt.&nbsp; But his voice...<br><br>She slid down on the bed a bit, her hand moving to caress her breast.&nbsp; It was a reaction she couldn't control.&nbsp; His voice drove her to it.&nbsp; The way his voice took on that husky, lust-filled quality sent her into a different headspace.&nbsp; <br><br>But when he spoke about how she sucked his cock, Jess barely held back her moan of need.&nbsp; As he went on, his description more explicit, she sighed a whimper, imagining that it was her mouth he was talking about.&nbsp; She arched her back, her body trembling, her breath coming in shallow, panting gasps.&nbsp; She bit her lip hard, hearing his words pour into her mind, filling her mind, and body, with the power of his drive.&nbsp; <br><br>God, she wanted him.&nbsp; She needed him.&nbsp; And he didn't want her.&nbsp; He never had.&nbsp; And the spell was broken.<br><br>Jess opened her eyes, suddenly cold inside.&nbsp; He had just gotten to the good part, the money shot as he called it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Damn, sorry babe... someone's at the door.&nbsp; You can tell me about the blonde bombshell later."&nbsp; <br><br>She had to hang up.&nbsp; She had to get off the phone.&nbsp; She had to get his voice out of her head.&nbsp; It was killing her.<br><br>"So you'll be here when?" he was going to pick her up for their camping excursion.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>09-05-2006, 17:17:23</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike smirked slightly. "Someone at the door" *Yeah, right,* he thought to himself. Jesse was about to cum and didn't want him to hear her do it. "Sure," he said aloud. "You go get that. I'll pick you up as soon as my last class is over ... should be around four. See you then." He hung up the phone, then finished himself off, still thinking about Mona.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;At four pm exactly, Mike sauntered into Jesse's office. He was wearing jeans and hiking boots, with a button-down short-sleeved shirt. "The truck's loaded and ready," he said. "Hurry up, will you? It looks like it might rain, and I want to get set up before then." Mike walked around behind Jesse's desk, leaning over her shoulder. "What are you working on, anyway?" he asked, his body nearly touching hers from behind.
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>09-05-2006, 18:27:43</strong>
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				She laughed with a mirth she didn't feel.&nbsp; "Yeah, around 4.&nbsp; Hope you like a long drive."&nbsp; <br><br>She hung up slowly, eyes closed.&nbsp; She could reach over and pull the vibrator from her nightstand drawer.&nbsp; She could close her eyes.&nbsp; She could imagine his hands, his mouth, his fingers.&nbsp; She could imagine his body pressed down on hers, the weight of him both constricting and freeing at the same time.&nbsp; She could; but she wouldn't.&nbsp; She wanted him too much.&nbsp; <i>Way too much</i> she told herself silently.<br><br>With a mighty force of will, Jess turned her mind away from Mike.&nbsp; She slid off her bed and walked into the bathroom.&nbsp; A shower would help, a lot.&nbsp; She'd always prefered cool showers to hot, and once clean and fully awake, she would be able to suppress her desires.&nbsp; She was good at that.<br><br>--<br><br>It was 3:45 and Jessica had been staring at the floor plan on her computer screen for half an hour.&nbsp; There was something wrong with it and she couldn't figure out what.&nbsp; She resettled in her chair, drawing her right leg up under her.&nbsp; She frowned, took off her glasses and ran her hands through her hair.&nbsp; Narrowing her eyes, Jess placed her elbows on the edge of the desk and rested her chin in her cupped hands.&nbsp; Her right pinkie slipped between her lips and she absently played her tongue against it.&nbsp; It was in this position when Mike entered her office.&nbsp; <br><br>Most probably her secretary had told him to enter.&nbsp; That thought irritated her.&nbsp; There'd been a long term flirtation between Mike and Jessie's secretary and though he'd never told her about it, Jess was sure he'd fucked her.&nbsp; The minute, but intense, stab of jealousy arcked through her, but she supressed it; or tried to.<br><br>"The truck's loaded and ready.&nbsp; Hurry up, will you?&nbsp; It looks like it might rain, and I want to get set up before then." he'd said.&nbsp; <br><br>Again, his voice slithered inside her head and pistoned against the suppressive barrier.&nbsp; When he'd said the word 'rain' the barrier wavered.&nbsp; She looked up at him, her eyes wide but a little cloudy; as if she didn't quite recognize him or hear what he'd said.&nbsp; Suddenly, the finger lightly trapped between her teeth became his finger, and she suckled gently for a fraction of a second before recognizing what she was doing.<br><br>She pulled the finger from her mouth, raising her chin from her hands and a momentary flicker of surprise brushed her eyes.&nbsp; "Oh... rain, yes..." she frowned a moment, strengthening the barrier his mere presense weakened.&nbsp; "We might have to drive through the rain a bit, but it's already cleared where we're going."<br><br>She smiled faintly, turning her eyes back to the screen and sliding her glasses back on.&nbsp; He came near and she could smell him.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, pulling her lower lip between her teeth, but the sighing moan was out before she could pull it back.&nbsp; As he leaned forward, she could feel the heat of his body which spurred her own.<br><br>And then he spoke.&nbsp; His voice was low, quiet and spoken almost directly into her ear.&nbsp; Her hips shifted and she felt the heat of her own sex against the heel she'd been sitting on.&nbsp; She started to tilt her head away from his heated breath, panting silently.&nbsp; Another moan rose to her lips, but she recognized where she was and bit it back before it had escaped.&nbsp; <br><br>Jess shook her head slightly, then nodded toward the screen.&nbsp; "The latest floor plan... something's not right about it and I can't figure out quite what." <br><br>She started to turn to look at him, then thought better of it.&nbsp; He was too close and she was too weak.&nbsp; <i>And he doesn't want you, foolish girl.</i> she told herself.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><br>(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/TigreFatalis/KathrineHomeTop.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 00:31:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Okay, well, I'm no big-time architect," Mike said, looking over the plans, "but where's the front door? And shouldn't the bedroom HAVE a door?" He stretched his hand out towards the screen. "Also ... I don't see a door for the storage. And I'd move the stairs up here across from the living room, instead of in the bedroom." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike smiled at her. "But I'm certain you'll see all the really important stuff," he said. "Now will you hurry up, or do I need to go entertain myself with Tammi?" Mike gestured towards the door. He knew he could talk Jesse's secretary into entertaining him, and if Jess was going to be long enough ....
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 01:02:31</strong>
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				She laughed, indicating the comments he'd made and countering all but the storage door.&nbsp; "Ahh, but you see, this is the upper floor.&nbsp; The stairs are private and entered only through a locked door on the lower floor.&nbsp; The bedroom doesn't need a door because there would only be one person living there.&nbsp; And, while the concept for stairs near the living room is a decent one, it's impractical for the purposes.&nbsp; But," her breath caught for a moment, as the heat from his hand and arm passed so closely to her cheek. "... but, you're right, it's the door to the storage room that needs to be added."<br><br>With a quick shift of her mouse, she began changing the flaw, yet she paused and looked at him when he spoke of entertaining himself with Tammi.&nbsp; If he had have the sense God gave a flea... but he didn't.&nbsp; She closed her mouth, took in a deep breath and exhaled it.&nbsp; Finally she spoke, though her tone held&nbsp; a bit more venom than she'd intended.<br><br>"I don't pay her to fuck you, Mikey!" her eyes were hard as she used the name he hated, but then she closed them, breathed deeply again, then powered down her computer.&nbsp; "Sorry..." she said flatly.&nbsp; "It's been a long day."<br><br>Jess nodded toward the closet on the door of which was hanging her prepped pack.&nbsp; "Go ahead and take it down to the truck, babe.&nbsp; I'll be right behind you.&nbsp; I'll change in the truck, okay?"&nbsp; <br><br>When she looked at him this time, her eyes were apologetic.&nbsp; She hadn't seen him cringe at her use of the name, but he might have done so.&nbsp; That would set him in a bad mood if their history was anything to go by.&nbsp; Still, she hoped he would just chalk it up to hormones or needing to get laid or one of the many other excuses he made for her arbitrary comments.<br><br>Standing, Jess walked around her desk.&nbsp; She was dressed in a deep, wine-colored pant suit with a cream colored blouse which emphasized her breasts with the low, V neckline.&nbsp; Though her long legs were concealed, the three-inch heels she wore made them seem more elegant and almost delicate.&nbsp; Her intention had been competant and capable.&nbsp; The effect, with her dark red hair down about her shoulders and face and her copper framed glasses, was one of softness.&nbsp; <br><br>She grabbed her duffel with the change of clothes and her hiking boots, and slung the strap over her shoulder.&nbsp; On her way out of the office, after the lights were off and the door locked, she looked to Tammi.&nbsp; <br><br>"Go on home, get an early start to the weekend.&nbsp; If there are any problems, leave a message with the service."&nbsp; A curt smile was all she granted.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 03:26:21</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike's jaw tightened when Jesse called him "Mikey". "No," he said coldly, looking at her, "she's always been willing to do that for free." He stepped away from her turning as if to leave, but when she apologised, Mike paused. "Fine," he said, picking up Jesse's backpack and leaving to get in his truck.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;When Jesse came out, Mike was behind the wheel of his pickup, tapping the steering wheel impatiently. Once she got in the truck, he said, "Okay, where are we going?" His tone left no questions as to his bad mood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 03:45:45</strong>
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				She clenched her teeth, controlling her own temper.&nbsp; He'd always been able to get under her skin.&nbsp; Just the tone of his voice, especially his angry voice, terrified her and thrilled her at the same time.&nbsp; Not for the first time, she thought it would be safer for her to just forget about him.&nbsp; But, he intoxicated her.&nbsp; She was addicted.<br><br>"South on I-5 to Olympia, then West on Route 12."&nbsp; Her voice was even and calm, almost cheerful.&nbsp; "It's a long drive, but it'll be worth it.&nbsp; I promise."<br><br>To her it was worth it.&nbsp; Even the drive through the city, the gray sky looming overhead, couldn't dim the beauty.&nbsp; She'd always been drawn to the scenes that played out beyond the window.&nbsp; Sure, they'd catch some traffic, but if they were lucky, they'd get to Route 12 before it got bad.&nbsp; <br><br>After giving Mike the time to cool off a little, Jess spoke softly.&nbsp; "It's supposed to be clear at Fort Canby for the entire weekend.&nbsp; And, I heard that there's some incredible night hiking out there.&nbsp; Did you bring a spare flashlight?"<br><br>Once past Federal Way, the traffic lightened up a bit and the trees rose tall along either side of the Interstate.&nbsp; They'd made good time.&nbsp; If all else went their way, they'd be rural in another half hour.&nbsp; She'd change into her jeans and hiking boots once they were West of Shelton.&nbsp; There would be fewer cars on the road and thus fewer eyes watching her unintended strip tease.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 03:55:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg183860#msg183860">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 12-05-2006, 03:45:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"South on I-5 to Olympia, then West on Route 12."&nbsp; Her voice was even and calm, almost cheerful.&nbsp; "It's a long drive, but it'll be worth it.&nbsp; I promise."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** Mike nodded silently, following Jesse's directions. He reached out and turned the radio on. The strains of George Jones and Tammy Wynette soon filled the cab of his truck.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg183860#msg183860">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 12-05-2006, 03:45:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After giving Mike the time to cool off a little, Jess spoke softly.&nbsp; "It's supposed to be clear at Fort Canby for the entire weekend.&nbsp; And, I heard that there's some incredible night hiking out there.&nbsp; Did you bring a spare flashlight?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** "No," Mike said, his voice still curt. "I thought it'd be a good idea to get stranded out in the middle of nowhere without a spare flashlight. Or batteries, for that matter." He turned to look at Jesse, his expression one of disdain. "You know I always bring two flashlights Jesse," he said, his voice softening very slightly. "I swear ... sometimes I think you were born a blonde ...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 04:29:24</strong>
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				She closed her eyes, turning toward the window.&nbsp; She bit her lip hard.&nbsp; She wasn't going to cry for him.&nbsp; Not now.&nbsp; Not ever.&nbsp; Well, at least, not ever in front of him.&nbsp; She felt the pain in her chest again and absently pressed her right palm against her flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>Her voice was small, quiet, almost timid.&nbsp; "Sorry."&nbsp; <br><br>If he'd been anyone else, she would have shot back some scathing remark, but nothing ever came to her mind when he was angry.&nbsp; Another half hour passed, taking them past Tacoma, Lakewood and Fort Lewis.&nbsp; She didn't bother to remind him about Route 12.&nbsp; Jess was pretty sure that if she said anything he'd only find some other way to insult her.&nbsp; Instead, she moved her hands to the buttons of her blazer.&nbsp; At least changing her clothes would occupy some of the time before they reached Montesano.<br><br>(it's four hours of trees and low mountains (The Olympics), do you want me to describe the scenery, or just jump ahead to being at Fort Canby?)
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>13-05-2006, 17:54:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike stretched his arm out along the back of the seat, ruffling Jesse's hair slightly. "It's okay Jesse," he said quietly. "I just ... you know how that name makes me feel ... it's like I'm back in middle school again, and no one likes me, and just ... I'm sorry," Mike turned to look at her briefly, before returning his eyes to the road. "Friends?" he asked, letting his hand rest on her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>13-05-2006, 20:02:34</strong>
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				She felt the ruffling of her hair, the nearness of his arm, and she was confused.&nbsp; His words made sense, but frustrated her.&nbsp; He'd always been more social than she.&nbsp; She was content to spend time with him alone, just, talking, fishing, hiking; while he wanted to go to parties and be adored by many groups of people.&nbsp; She'd been the quiet geek, satisfied by her books and imagination.&nbsp; He'd been the popular-kid-wannabe.&nbsp; <br><br>Her fingers left the buttons of her blazer.&nbsp; Her head indavertently leaned in to the fingers through her hair.&nbsp; She was stoked, that brief contact fanning her constant desire just a little higher.<br><br>"It just slipped out, Mike.&nbsp; It wasn't..." she shrugged, having no way to explain herself accurately enough.<br><br>Though she just barely controlled the shiver that coursed through her at the weight and warmth of his hand on her shoulder, she nodded.&nbsp; "Yeah, friends."&nbsp; Her voice was soft, but a touch tremulous.<br><br>"Just, don't kick me out before we get there, deal?" it was a light, teasing tone, lighter than she thought she could have pulled off.&nbsp; "I don't really like the idea of tucking and rolling at 65 miles an hour."&nbsp; She chuckled again.<br><br>She wasn't quite "normal", but she had to seem like it, she had to pretend until she could get the idea of what his fingers could have done, simply from their place upon her shoulder, out of her head.&nbsp; <br><br>As they neared Montesano, she indicated the exit.&nbsp; At the stop sign she pointed across the street and slightly North at the drive through portion of the classic burger shop.&nbsp; "Wanna grab a bite?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>13-05-2006, 20:34:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg185239#msg185239">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 13-05-2006, 20:02:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Though she just barely controlled the shiver that coursed through her at the weight and warmth of his hand on her shoulder, she nodded.&nbsp; "Yeah, friends."&nbsp; Her voice was soft, but a touch tremulous.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** "Good," Mike said, squeezing her shoulder just a bit. He kept his arm on the back of the seat, occasionally lightly touching her hair. The contact wasn't really intentional, it was just the way Mike normally drove.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg185239#msg185239">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 13-05-2006, 20:02:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Just, don't kick me out before we get there, deal?" it was a light, teasing tone, lighter than she thought she could have pulled off.&nbsp; "I don't really like the idea of tucking and rolling at 65 miles an hour."&nbsp; She chuckled again.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** "Not a problem," Mike said. "I mean really, what would I do without you Jesse?" He paused a moment, then added, "I hate being lost, and you're the only one who knows where we're going."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg185239#msg185239">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 13-05-2006, 20:02:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She wasn't quite "normal", but she had to seem like it, she had to pretend until she could get the idea of what his fingers could have done, simply from their place upon her shoulder, out of her head.&nbsp; <br><br>As they neared Montesano, she indicated the exit.&nbsp; At the stop sign she pointed across the street and slightly North at the drive through portion of the classic burger shop.&nbsp; "Wanna grab a bite?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** "Yeah, sounds good," Mike said. "As long as we can eat in the truck, I'm cool with it." He drove to the drive-thru and ordered their food. After a few moments, they were back on the highway, and headed to the campgrounds. "Where is this place?" Mike asked as he drove.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>13-05-2006, 21:59:26</strong>
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				It wasn't intentional, but she felt it just the same, and it sent a thrill of warmth through her every time he touched her hair.&nbsp; She was able to control herself, however.&nbsp; And, she was grateful for that.<br><br>"I may know where we're going, but you're smart, Mike.&nbsp; You'd find your way home again."&nbsp; She chuckled lightly, settling slowly back into the lighthearted atmosphere he created.<br><br>Once they'd attained their burgers and drinks and her guilty pleasure... fried mushrooms, she directed him South toward 101.&nbsp; "This place is at the Southewestern most point of the state."&nbsp; Her voice softened as she spoke about it.&nbsp; "The point is called Cape Disapointment and it's where the Columbia River meets the Pacific."&nbsp; She smiled softly as they continued South.<br><br>"Lewis and Clark were there.&nbsp; There's this interpretive center thing... just opposite the lighthouse, and you can go in and see evidence of all the ship wrecks and ... It's really cool.&nbsp; And the view..." she stopped, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, momentarily forgetting about his hand.<br><br>She moaned softly, bringing her hand up to her chest, pressing her palm over her heart.&nbsp; There was a serenity on her face and her words were a faint whisper.<br><br>"It's beautiful... just... beautiful." the words were a breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>14-05-2006, 22:04:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Mm-hm," Mike said, reaching over to grab one of Jesse's fried mushrooms. "So ... where are we sleeping then? Is there like, a campground or what?" He continued driving, following the directions she gave him. "How much further is this place anyway?" Mike half-grumbled. He hated being trapped in a car for long periods of time ... it awoke his latent claustrophobia.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-05-2006, 22:22:29</strong>
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				She chuckled quietly, holding the mushrooms out for him to have more.&nbsp; "There's a camp ground and I've secured us a spot.&nbsp; This early in the season we won't have to many folks bothering us, but later, on the Fourth, for instance, it'll be jam packed."&nbsp; She grinned again, a soft sigh slipping out.<br><br>"It's another hour and a half, actually.&nbsp; But, I promise you, it will be worth it!"&nbsp; She laughed again, knowing that the drive was pushing his limits nearly to the breaking point.&nbsp; "The Pass isn't anything like Steven's or Snoqualmie through the Cascades, but on the other side of the Olympics... trust me, it's breath taking."<br><br>She smiled over at him, tapping his thigh with the back of her hand.&nbsp; "And, when we finally get out of the truck, you can stretch your manly-muscles by setting up the tent all by yourself."&nbsp; She grinned, her sour mood completely forgotten.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>14-05-2006, 22:47:11</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yeah, right," Mike snorted. "You're gonna be helping Jesse, don't think you're not. That, or you can dig the latrine." Mike smiled evilly at her, then groaned as he tried to stretch behind the wheel. "Freaking hate driving," Mike mumbled quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-05-2006, 23:01:02</strong>
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				She laughed, grinning at him.&nbsp; "Dun hafta dig the latrine, smartass.&nbsp; It's a state park.&nbsp; They've got showers even."&nbsp; She winked.<br><br>As they continued on, starting up the first series of tall hills - after all, they weren't really mountains; mountains had snow - she shrugged slightly.&nbsp; She bent to the radio, turning it down.&nbsp; There'd be nothing but static for the next ten miles, but soon they'd be able to pick up the Oregon coastal stations.&nbsp; <br><br>"We'll have radio back in a sec.&nbsp; And then it's only another 45 minutes.&nbsp; You'll survive.&nbsp; I'll even make it up to ya." she grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>14-05-2006, 23:36:40</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"That's why I brought CDs," Mike said, reaching out to swat Jesse's hand away from the dial. "Leave my stations alone, will you? Everytime you mess with it, I'm stuck with freaking Michael Bolton." Mike punched the buttons, playing the CD he'd had inside the radio. A few moments later, the strands of "How Can We Be Lovers?" filled the cab. "Oops," Mike muttered softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>15-05-2006, 03:41:58</strong>
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				She laughed quietly, shaking her head.&nbsp; "You have no true appreciation for music.&nbsp; Besides, if you checked the other stations, you'd get more than Michael Bolton.&nbsp; Andrea Bocelli and Metallica come in once in a while."<br><br>Jess laughed again, and smiled, even though the strains of the song reached out to slap her with violent intent.&nbsp; It was important to keep the last hour of the drive positive and upbeat.&nbsp; Besides, she knew he was starting to reach the limit of his driving endurance.&nbsp; <br><br>She smirked at him, commenting on his driving.&nbsp; "You know, you'd really suck to be partners with during the Amazing Race or some such... I can't imagine being stuck in a car with you that long."&nbsp; She reached over and lightly tapped his thigh with the back of her hand again, to show she was simply teasing him.&nbsp; "Only another hour.&nbsp; A little less than, actually."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 23:59:56</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Good," Mike said. "And besides, Metallica isn't music ... it's barely even noise." He sighed, looking out the window. "You're right tho' ... it is nice up here ... very beautiful." Mike grinned slightly, reaching down to grab at Jesse's hand. "Besides, I'd win on the Amazing Race ... I can do anything, you know that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 00:24:43</strong>
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				"Hey, watch what you say 'bout 'Tallica.&nbsp; They've got some good stuff."&nbsp; Jesse laughed warmly, and though neither her smile nor laughter faded when he took her hand, her heart fluttered in a thrilled panic.&nbsp; "And yeah... I know... You can do anything."&nbsp; She rolled her eyes, ignoring the delicious heat his touch set off throughout her body.&nbsp; "No need to prove that now."<br><br>The hills rolled on as they made their way Southwest.&nbsp; If she'd guaged the time right, they'd be getting to the campground in enough time to set up the tent then go to the beach and watch the sunset.&nbsp; Maybe they'd even have time to hike up to the overlook and catch the sunset from there.&nbsp; That would be incredible.<br><br>Jess squeezed Mike's hand intending to extricate hers.&nbsp; The longer she was in contact with his skin, the more intense her heat grew.&nbsp; She didn't particularly care to melt into a puddle in the confined space of his truck, so, she had to relinquish that contact she wanted so desperately.&nbsp; After all, if he knew how she really felt about him, wouldn't he just laugh at her?&nbsp; She wasn't hot.&nbsp; She wasn't a bomb shell.&nbsp; She was just the friend.&nbsp; Just a buddy.&nbsp; <br><br>Wrenching her mind from those thoughts, Jess pointed out various trees, a few of the houses burried back in the forest, only portions of rooves visible.&nbsp; And then they started the last leg.<br><br>"Oh, go a little slower here, Mike.&nbsp; Sometimes..." she paused, scanning, then pointing to a heard of elk off in a field between the highway and trees.&nbsp; "There... see the elk... hudreds of em... "&nbsp; She grinned like a little kid, the beauty of those wild beasts, the power and majesty of them... it was thrilling to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Once they'd passed the heard, she attempted to relieve a little stress.&nbsp; "All right, twenty minutes more, tops.&nbsp; Down the other side of this hill then left at the Uhaul place then right at the stop sign.&nbsp; We'll be there shortly.&nbsp; And, there's a little grocery store there on site."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 02:31:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg187515#msg187515">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 17-05-2006, 00:24:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; &nbsp;"Hey, watch what you say 'bout 'Tallica.&nbsp; They've got some good stuff."&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** "No, they don't," Mike said. "I swear, how someone as smart as you can like trash like that ...." His voice trailed off and he shrugged. "It's just depressing."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg187515#msg187515">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 17-05-2006, 00:24:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; &nbsp;Jesse laughed warmly, and though neither her smile nor laughter faded when he took her hand, her heart fluttered in a thrilled panic.&nbsp; "And yeah... I know... You can do anything."&nbsp; She rolled her eyes, ignoring the delicious heat his touch set off throughout her body.&nbsp; "No need to prove that now." Jess squeezed Mike's hand intending to extricate hers.&nbsp; The longer she was in contact with his skin, the more intense her heat grew.&nbsp; She didn't particularly care to melt into a puddle in the confined space of his truck, so, she had to relinquish that contact she wanted so desperately.&nbsp; After all, if he knew how she really felt about him, wouldn't he just laugh at her?&nbsp; She wasn't hot.&nbsp; She wasn't a bomb shell.&nbsp; She was just the friend.&nbsp; Just a buddy.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** When Jesse squeezed his hand, Mike took his away, letting her go. "You'd better believe it," he said. "I <em>can</em> do anything."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg187515#msg187515">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 17-05-2006, 00:24:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh, go a little slower here, Mike.&nbsp; Sometimes..." she paused, scanning, then pointing to a heard of elk off in a field between the highway and trees.&nbsp; "There... see the elk... hudreds of em... "&nbsp; She grinned like a little kid, the beauty of those wild beasts, the power and majesty of them... it was thrilling to her.&nbsp;Once they'd passed the heard, she attempted to relieve a little stress.&nbsp; "All right, twenty minutes more, tops.&nbsp; Down the other side of this hill then left at the Uhaul place then right at the stop sign.&nbsp; We'll be there shortly.&nbsp; And, there's a little grocery store there on site."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** "Good," Mike said. "This is getting real boring real fast." He paused, thinking. "Do they sell anything to drink at the store?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:21:18</strong>
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				Just like a pain in the ass guy.&nbsp; He didn't even give a damn about the elk.&nbsp; What a bastard.&nbsp; It made her laugh internally.<br><br>"Yeah, they've got alcohol there, beer, wine and a little bit of the hard stuff.&nbsp; Tomorrow we... or I, can go to the liquor store if you don't find what you want at the shop."&nbsp; She chuckled, knowing full well he'd never let her take his truck.<br><br>She directed him through the small fishing town, through the green light and on up the hill.&nbsp; After another few minutes, she didn't even bother to point out the view, which was breathtaking, they made the final turn.&nbsp; <br><br>"There's the campground, but the store is over there across the street." she indicated the camp area on the right then the store on the left.&nbsp; "We can grab some groceries and stuff to drink first, yes?"<br><br>If he decided to go to the store first, she'd take that opportunity to use the bathroom to change her clothes.&nbsp; She wasn't looking forward to ruining her heels trying to set up a tent because he was too impatient to give her time to change shoes.&nbsp; <br><br>When they'd finished with the shopping and checking in at the camp ground, she directed him to the appropriate site.&nbsp; They'd beat the season rush and were quite secluded, their site footing a small pool of clear, fresh water.&nbsp; They were deep in the trees and the winding nature of the road made it seem they were more secluded than they really were.&nbsp; They had another hour and a half or so of daylight.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 21:26:40</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"It's nice," Mike said. "Why don't you unload the truck while I get the tent set up, okay?" He smiled easily at Jesse, then began setting up the tent. Mike was almost finished when the first raindrops began falling. "Quick," he said. "Get the stuff inside before it gets wet." Mike quickly finished the last bit of the setup, then began helping Jesse carry their gear into the tent before it got even more soaked.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Once everything was inside, and they were both dripping wet, Mike sighed, looking out the door of the tent. "Great weekend for a campout," he said ruefully. Mike turned to Jesse and shrugged, grinning slightly. "Why didn't someone tell us it was monsoon season?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 00:18:59</strong>
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				"Sure, no prob." she chuckled, hopping out of the truck to start unloading the back.&nbsp; <br><br>Jesse stopped her movement, feeling the first, light drops.&nbsp; She loved the rain.&nbsp; At Mike's hurried comment though, she broke from her momentary reverie, shook her head at him, but complied without complaint.<br><br>"You have no sense of adventure." she murmured, smiling with laughter in her eyes.&nbsp; "You're not gonna melt."&nbsp; <br><br>But then, inside the tent, with the sound of the rain hitting the taut, plastic rain guard, she grinned.&nbsp; Man, she loved this.&nbsp; And, she'd be out standing in the warm, fat, sloshy wonderland.&nbsp; She turned to him, shaking her head at him.&nbsp; There was a bright light in her eyes, something he'd probably not seen before.&nbsp; She was practically glowing with her joy.<br><br>When she spoke, her voice was almost reverent.&nbsp; "This is no monsoon, Mike.&nbsp; You just... you never learned to love the rain the way I did."&nbsp; She smiled, but it was a delicate, vulnerable expression.&nbsp; "There's such beauty in the way the rain caresses the skin... in the way it comes down and washes over me."<br><br>Her voice trailed off as she stared out the tent door.&nbsp; She moved to leave, to stand in the rain she loved so much, but she wouldn't go if he stopped her.&nbsp; He just didn't love it the way she did.&nbsp; He didn't feel it the way she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 00:53:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike shrugged. "Okay, whatever," he said. He turned to peel off his wet shirt, which was sticking to his body. His jeans were soaked thru from the rain, but for the moment, he wanted his shirt off more. Mike held spread his shirt over his duffel bag, knowing the waterproof fabric wouldn't allow the moisture to soak thru. Turning back to Jesse, he said, "Okay, so now what?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 01:08:02</strong>
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				She frowned as the light rain grew heavier and then really started coming down.&nbsp; She liked playing in the rain, but that was a bit much.&nbsp; She'd have to have a little conversation with the dork who said it would be clear.&nbsp; At his question, she turned to look at Mike, then quickly turned away again, looking down at her own wet clothes.&nbsp; She bit her lip hard.<br><br>"Uh... " she thought for a moment, trying to force her mind away from his bare chest.&nbsp; "Well, I suppose, grab a drink.&nbsp; I've got cards.&nbsp; Perhaps a few games of poker?"<br><br>She'd never been very good at playing poker, largely because she couldn't bluff to save her life, but Mike let her win often enough that the game stayed fun.&nbsp; And, he had never demanded that she pay up.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 16:19:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike grinned. "Well ... given the circumstances ...." He sighed. "Too bad we can't play strip poker ...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 19:31:35</strong>
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				Jesse was taken aback.&nbsp; Not by the comment as much as by how much she wanted to take him up on that seeming offer.&nbsp; She wouldn't have been surprised if steam started rising from her clothing in response to the heat that had suddenly washed through her.&nbsp; She nodded dumbly, then turned to retrieve the deck of cards from her duffel, hoping that would conceal the harsh blush that had flooded her cheeks and chest, even painting her ears red.<br><br>"Uh... yeah... too bad." there was a faint tremor in her voice, but she tried heroically to stifle it.&nbsp; "Here are the cards.&nbsp; I've gotta... ya know."&nbsp; <br><br>She tossed the cards toward him, intending for them to land near his knees as she turned her back to him fully.&nbsp; Though she'd crawled into a comfortable sized tent, it suddenly seemed a lot smaller.&nbsp; As her fingers went to the buttons of her sodden button down, she could almost feel his breath on the back of her neck.&nbsp; Had he moved, or was that a trick of her own subconscious?&nbsp; She had no clue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 21:32:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike caught the cards easily, setting them aside as he watched Jesse turn her back to him. He'd never actually seen her underwear, and she'd always worn a one-piece suit when they'd gone swimming. Suddenly, he was curious as to what he was about to see. Finding a comfortable spot to sit, Mike leaned in, watching Jesse as she began undressing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 00:51:57</strong>
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				She felt like she was being watched.&nbsp; It didn't feel exactly predatory, but more curious.&nbsp; She did her best to ignore the feeling.<br><br>When she had unbuttoned the shirt, she peeled it from her shoulders, her back arching just a little as she bared her upper back, shoulders and upper arms.&nbsp; The material came away from her mostly-pale skin slowly, as if protesting the loss of contact.&nbsp; The silver-gray of her bra straps was a bit darkened by the rain water, making them a darker silver color.&nbsp; The feminine musculature of her back was more defined, but not as hard or "cut" as a man's muscles would be.&nbsp; There was strength there, but it was a soft, understated strength.<br><br>As the horizontal strap was revealed, the muscles around her shoulderblades shifted, her skin sliding smoothly over the ripples coming to the surface.&nbsp; Jesse's lower back was also gently muscled, and there was another series of ripples beneath the surface of her smooth, perfect skin.&nbsp; <br><br>She arched away from Mike as her wet hair, a dark copper mass, hit her back.&nbsp; The sudden reaction to the cold feeling of it pulled a slow shiver from her skin and made the flesh of her back and arms into a lightly pebbled goose flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 17:31:37</strong>
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				With her shirt off, Jesse reached behind her, unclasping her bra, pulling it from her shoulders.&nbsp; She reached into her duffel, pulling out another button down, but before donning it, she drew out an ebony chop stick.&nbsp; Taking her hair in her hands, she made a pony tail then wound it around the chop stick before pinning the mass of wet hair up and out of the way.&nbsp; She then slid her arms into the dry shirt, buttoning a few buttons to keep it closed.<br><br>Once the shirt was on, she rose up on her knees, hands moving to the waistband of her sodden jeans.&nbsp; The removal of the jeans was more complex an option, but secure in the belief that Mike had turned his back to her, she unbuttoned, unzipped and began peeling the material from her hips.&nbsp; She revealed the upper curve of her ass, then the waistband of her panties.&nbsp; Her skin was smooth and a creamy white in sharp contrast to the dark, wet denim.<br><br>Jesse pushed her jeans off her hips and firm, rounded ass, but the tail of her shirt, dropped to conceal most of that smooth, white flesh before Mike could get a decent look.&nbsp; She paused with her jeans around her upper thighs, unrolling her sleeping bag and spreading it out so she could sit on it to remove her boots and then shuck her jeans the rest of the way from her body.&nbsp; As she sits, she turns slightly, a three-quarter profile, moving to push the wet material down to her calves before stopping to unlace and remove her boots.<br><br>Once her jeans are finally off, she settles more comfortably on the sleeping bag; the tails of her button down concealing the delta of her thighs.&nbsp; She pulls a pair of sweat pants from the duffel, and slips her legs into them before sliding them up and then laying back, lifting her hips off the bag and pulling the material up over her hips to her waist.&nbsp; Only then does she rezip her duffel and return focus to Mike.<br><br>"So, we gonna play poker or talk or what?" she was oblivious to the fact that he'd watched her change.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 22:33:48</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike had watched Jesse's unintentional strip-tease with a slight smirk on his features. Even if she had managed to keep him from seeing all the good parts, what he'd seen had been more than enough to make him want more. "You going to keep wet underwear on?" he asked as he unself-consciously peeled his own wet jeans off. "I mean, it's up to you, but it doesn't sound very fun to me ... not to mention unhygenic." Mike turned around, leaning over slightly to spread his jeans out beside the shirt, and giving Jesse a good view of his tight ass. Once he had the jeans arranged the way he wanted them, Mike casually hooked his fingers in the waist of his bikini underwear and pulled them down as well. He placed them beside the shirt and jeans, then bent over, reaching into his bag for a pair of loose shorts, which he calmly put on before moving to collapse next to Jesse on her sleeping bag. "Well?" Mike asked, eyeing her roguishly. "What are you going to do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>22-05-2006, 22:52:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse blushed darkly as Mike moved his hands to his jeans.&nbsp; Immediately she turned away from him.&nbsp; This was not how this weekend was supposed to go.&nbsp; For a split second she felt completely panicked.&nbsp; And then he asked about her underwear and her blush intensified.<br><br>Quietly, she mumbled.&nbsp; "They're not that wet."&nbsp; It was a lame excuse, but a true one.<br><br>She lay back on her sleeping bag, refusing to look at him, refusing to tempt herself with a body&nbsp; she just knew was spectacular.&nbsp; She refused to torment herself.&nbsp; And suddenly the moisture between her thighs had nothing to do with rain.&nbsp; <br><br>When he lay down next to her, she could feel the heat of his body and though her eyes were closed, she knew exactly how close he was.&nbsp; A very quiet moan slipped from her throat and her nipples pebbled beneath the fabric of her button down.&nbsp; She licked her lips nervously, her fingers moving from her belly to the waistband of her sweat pants.<br><br>Against her better judgement, she looked into his eyes.&nbsp; Quickly she closed her own, not wanting him to see the desire she felt for him.&nbsp; Her voice was shaky.<br><br>"I... I uh... well..." she couldn't concentrate and her fingers trembled faintly, but then a thought flashed through her mind.<br><br>She opened her eyes, staring intently into his own.&nbsp; "Why?&nbsp; You have some wicked plan for my underwear?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 16:49:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike smiled naughtily at Jesse. "Now ... would I do that?" he asked, attempting to sound innocent. "I just didn't want you uncomfortable," he said. Mike placed his hand on Jesse's lower thigh. "You know I'm only thinking of you Jess ...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 13:08:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried not to feel him.&nbsp; She tried not to care.&nbsp; She tried not to react.&nbsp; She failed.&nbsp; At the touch of his hand to her lower thigh, she trembled, her eyes closed and she arched her head back, her breasts rising slightly with the inensity of heat that raced through her.&nbsp; Even through her sweat pants she felt the warmth of his hand.<br><br>"Mike..." she said with a whine, shaking her head.&nbsp; "Don't... please..." <br><br>How could she explain to him?&nbsp; How could she tell him how much she wanted his touch, his nearness, his body against her own.&nbsp; There was nothing she could do.&nbsp; Even as the tails of her button down spread to reveal belly and navel, due to her rapid breathing, Jesse tried to control herself.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked into his eyes, those perfect eyes that had made love to her in a thousand dreams, and shook her head again.&nbsp; "Don't play with me like this..." her jaw trembled.<br><br>Even to a deaf and blind man it would have been obvious how desperately she wanted him.&nbsp; Her body trembled and the muscles of her thigh, beneath his hand, spasmed at his touch.&nbsp; Her eyes searched his as her right hand moved, unconsciously, toward her breast.&nbsp; She bit her lip hard, flexing her fingers wide before forcing her hand down to her side once again.&nbsp; Only then did she realize it was his shirt she was wearing, the one she usually wore to sleep in.&nbsp; Because it still smelled like him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 16:18:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike slid his hand higher on Jesse's thigh, increasing the pressure as he did so. "How do you want me to play with you Jess?" he asked softly, moving his mouth closer to hers, and keeping his eyes locked onto Jesse's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 20:31:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her jaw trembled as the breath was sucked from her lungs.&nbsp; She couldn't breathe.&nbsp; She couldn't think.&nbsp; She felt only the heat of his hand upon her thigh; and the power in his eyes.&nbsp; She tried to look away.&nbsp; She couldn't.<br><br>A sharp inhale was followed by a low moan as her body arched upward.&nbsp; Her mind couldn't sort through all the sensations flooding her, but her body reacted.&nbsp; Her thighs parted involuntarily and she licked suddenly-dry lips.&nbsp; She swallowed hard and the heat speared through her yet again.<br><br>"Mike..." she whimpered up at him.&nbsp; "Please... " her words wouldn't come out.<br><br>How could she explain what he did to her?&nbsp; Jesse had never been touched so intimately.&nbsp; Was this just a game?&nbsp; Was he just playing her, just teasing her to make her want him?&nbsp; Was he just going to pull away and leave her in her misery; that heart-wrenching, gut-punch misery?<br><br>"Mike... Michael... I've never..." she couldn't tell him.&nbsp; She couldn't tell him she was a virgin.&nbsp; She couldn't tell him that she'd saved herself for him.&nbsp; And she couldn't tell him that even though it would destroy her, she wanted to make love to him tonight.&nbsp; She couldn't tell him that even though she believed in her heart of hearts that he would never love her the way she loved him, she wanted to be his in every way.<br><br>She tried to look away.&nbsp; She tried to close her eyes.&nbsp; She tried to bring her hand up to stop him.&nbsp; She failed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 16:42:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"It's okay Jesse," Mike whispered, his mouth barely an inch from her own. He began rubbing his hand on her thigh in a slow circular motion, moving it slightly up as he did so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 16:56:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes closed and by reflex she grabbed the wrist of his encroaching hand.&nbsp; It wasn't a tight grasp, but loose and trembling.&nbsp; She wanted.&nbsp; She needed.&nbsp; But she was afraid.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mike..." she forced herself to look up at him again, feeling his breath against her lips, her own rushing almost explosively from her lungs.&nbsp; "Mike... stop.&nbsp; You're going to... going to hurt me.&nbsp; Please... " <i>don't break me.</i> she added silently.<br><br>Her body didn't want him to stop.&nbsp; Her heart didn't want him to stop.&nbsp; Her mind didn't want to pick up the pieces after he'd left her spent, defiled and shattered.&nbsp; He had never shown her that he cared about women.&nbsp; Sure, he loved women, for what they could do for and to him.&nbsp; But, he had never told her he cared.&nbsp; As far as she was concerned, it seemed like he thought women were his toys.&nbsp; <br><br>Jesse didn't want to be his toy.&nbsp; <i>Let it happen... be his toy... get laid.&nbsp; You can worry about stupid emotion tomorrow.&nbsp; Tonight, just let it happen.</i>&nbsp; her body wanted him.&nbsp; Her heart wanted him.&nbsp; Her mind believed he would destroy her.<br><br>"Please..." she said so very softly.&nbsp; "... don't hurt me." her hands fell away from his wrist; granting him permission.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 22:21:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"How could I hurt you Jesse?" Mike asked softly, letting her feel the words on her lips. He kept his mouth that bare distance from her own, even as he moved his hand up Jesse's hip to slide across her bare abdomen, caressing the tight skin of her belly teasingly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 22:46:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His breath, warm, moist, masculine, assailed her.&nbsp; It made her lips tingle with her need for him, and need him she did.&nbsp; The second his fingertips caressed her belly, her stomach flipped over and she arched her chest upward, sucking her belly in until the taut muscles created a concave, rippled striation.&nbsp; She trembled more violently and her hips rose of their own accord, seeking.<br><br>She wanted to reach out to him.&nbsp; She wanted to touch him.&nbsp; She wanted to feel him, to know this wasn't another dream.&nbsp; She couldn't control her body.&nbsp; Like Stevie Ray Vaughan caressing steel strings, Mike played her body and made her sing.<br><br>Her voice was a whisper, her breath barely even felt against his mouth, so very close.&nbsp; "Don't break my heart, Michael.&nbsp; Please, don't break my heart."<br><br>It was then that her hand rose of its own volition, thumb nail lightly grazing his spine all the way up to his neck.&nbsp; Her fingers slithered through his hair and she raised her head that fraction of an inch, reaching for his lips in a suplicant's kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 00:39:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;As Jesse pressed her lips against his, Mike smiled. Who knew this weekend could turn out to actually be fun? He opened his mouth, capturing Jesse's lips in his mouth as his hand pressed more firmly against her tight belly. As Mike slowly lowered them to the floor of the tent, he slid his hand up beneath Jesse's shirt, capturing one of her breasts in his hand and massaging it slowly, never ceasing kissing her as he did so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>28-05-2006, 05:44:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As his mouth descended upon hers, a small part of Jesse's mind screamed at her to stop.&nbsp; She slammed up a wall around that part of her.&nbsp; She had wated for him her whole life long, and knowing him, she might never get the chance to feel him again.&nbsp; While she was sure he was going to destroy her, she needed him too desperately to do the right thing.&nbsp; She reached up and drew the chopstick from her hair, allowing the sodden mass to fall loose.&nbsp; She then twined both hands through his hair against the back of his neck.<br><br>As he gently guided her back on the sleeping bag, she moaned into his mouth.&nbsp; She was trembling violently and couldn't control it.&nbsp; Surely he must think she was a fool or broken in some way, but she wanted him so desperately.&nbsp; Whether it was the rain, or the sudden heat filling the tent, or simply the passion she'd kept buried for him, she was already writhing for him.<br><br>As his hand reached her breast, her eyes shot open and she froze in place, even her tongue stilled as a startled gasp was wrenched from her lungs.&nbsp; Sure, she'd felt her own breasts but it hadn't ever felt like this.&nbsp; Nothing had ever felt like this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 16:19:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"What's wrong Jesse?" Mike asked, feeling her tense up. He paused, his hand still curved around her breast, but not moving. Looking into Jesse's eyes, one leg half on top of hers, Mike was more than ready to continue, but he'd ever been more concerned for his partner's pleasure than his own. "Do you want to stop?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 20:31:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallowed hard, looking up into his eyes, her own wide with confusion and fear, quickly eclipsed by need.&nbsp; She shook her head, not quite trusting her voice.&nbsp; She licked her lips, jaw trembling slightly, her breath seemingly stalled at the back of her throat.<br><br>"I... Michael... " she couldn't make the words come out.&nbsp; "So... mmmm.&nbsp; So intense... I can't... " she stalled again, then simply threaded her fingers through his hair once more, arching her breasts up against him, urging him to continue. <br><br>"Please... don't stop... " <i>even if this never happens again, please don't stop.</i> she added silently.<br><br>Jesse shifted her hips upward, then once again pressed her breast up against his hand, needing him to continue, needing to feel a return of that perfect, all-consuming need.&nbsp; Her hands remained around him and a faint whine slipped from her lips, her eyes still diving into his.&nbsp; She allowed her body to direct her, relinquishing control of her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please, Michael." her voice was stronger now, still tremulous, but stronger.&nbsp; "Please... don't stop." she licked her lips, gently applying a little pressure to the back of his head, urging him to kiss her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 16:46:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike let Jesse pull his mouth down to meet hers, while his hand once more grasped her breast, squeezing gently before moving to toy with her nipple. His legs were intertwined with hers, and Mike pressed his thigh up against the juncture at the center of Jesse's being as his tongue licked lightly along her lips, seeking admittance into her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 18:43:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She arched sharply upward, a whine stuttering against his mouth as his caress sent a flare of electricity through her.&nbsp; The pressure of his thigh turned that bare whine into a low, growling moan.&nbsp; She rocked her hips against him, craving something she couldn't identify.&nbsp; At his teasing tongue, however, she readily opened her mouth to him.&nbsp; Her own tongue was tentative, unsure, as the tip reached upward to taste the new, invading force.&nbsp; <br><br>Her fingers explored Mike's bare back, and she felt a thrill of electric current each time she grazed his heated skin.&nbsp; Jesse found herself suddenly needing to be out of the sweats.&nbsp; She needed to be laid bare.&nbsp; This realization sent a flare of intense fear through her, and yet, her hunger quickly pushed that from her mind.&nbsp; Hips rocked upward again, her nails grazing lightly over his back, reaching to his waist and playing there for a moment.&nbsp; She felt herself awakening.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 16:30:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike could feel Jesse responding to him, and he inreased the pressure of his thigh against her center. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, he grasped and squeezed her breast, teasing her nipple into hardness, then pinching and pulling on it gently. Mike moved his hips along Jesse's leg, pressing his erection into her. When Jesse touched his back, Mike spasmed into her, pressing his body more fully into hers and deepening the kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 18:32:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch of his hand to her breast, the torment of her nipple, sent her through the stratosphere.&nbsp; But when he ground his thigh against her, then showed the evidence of his arousal, she lost all touch with sanity.&nbsp; Her moan was low, deep and feral, her left hand rising to thrust her fingers through Mike's hair and crush her mouth against his own.&nbsp; She whined again, her hips rising and falling with an urgency she didn't understand, but was sure he did.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted him to control the speed, the intensity, but she couldn't wait for the tease.&nbsp; Her sweats felt like a prison, her panties having shifted to stimulate her clitoris with each motion.&nbsp; And then, right there, her body rocked upward, hands gripping, nails digging in.&nbsp; Had it not been for his mouth devouring hers, her cry would have raked the air.&nbsp; Her eyes were wide, body stiffened, as every muscle she owned clenched tightly.&nbsp; She might not have understood, but her body did; and her body praised him with a powerful climax.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 02:28:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike kissed Jesse back just as passionately, surprised at the intensity she displayed. When she started shaking with her climax, Mike started to pull back, more out of curiosity than anything else, but then he thought, <em>"What the hell, go for it."</em> Shifting his position, Mike pressed his erection directly onto Jesse's center and began moving his hips against her, while bringing his other hand up to begin undoing her shirt, even as the hand on her breast continued to tease her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 11:34:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had to be dreaming.&nbsp; He couldn't possibly have been there.&nbsp; It had to be the ghost of him that haunted her every night.&nbsp; But he was there.&nbsp; And, she wasn't dreaming.&nbsp; And she knew this because his mouth devoured hers with a heat his ghost could never have equaled.&nbsp; As he began his grinding against her, his every thrust stimulated her clitoris further.&nbsp; Even before she had completed her first climax, she came again.&nbsp; Her fingers left Mike's hair, nails scratching against his back, from spine outward across shoulderblades.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She knew he would feel her wet heat.&nbsp; While his every teasing thrust ground her sweats and panties deeper between her lower lips, she was mindless with the chemicals flooding her brain, but suddenly she needed him to stop.&nbsp; It felt too good.&nbsp; It felt too right.&nbsp; And as she shuddered beneath him, as she nearly convulsed under his torment, she grabbed him tighter, holding onto him as her mind once again took flight.&nbsp; She didn't stop him.&nbsp; She couldn't.&nbsp; She didn't really want to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>04-06-2006, 21:09:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike spasmed into Jesse when he felt her nails on his naked back, and he pressed his hard cock more fully into her. He could feel the wetness of her thru their clothes, and Mike smiled into Jesse's mouth as they kissed. His hand continued to work on undoing her shirt, undoing two of the three buttons holding it closed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 00:51:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything she'd known and understood was being shoved from her conscious mind as Mike continued thrusting along the length of her lips.&nbsp; Her sweats were no longer damp, but sopping.&nbsp; The scent of her filled the tent.&nbsp; Occasionally her nails would dig in to his back, but she tried desperately to not hurt him; she was swimming in a passion he'd unleashed.&nbsp; Her beast was running unfettered.&nbsp; Nothing made sense but the feel of his body along hers, the power of his thrusts and the violent power of the wild sea into which she'd been tossed.&nbsp; She almost violently ripped her mouth away from Mike's devouring attack, panting in great, huge gulps.&nbsp; <br><br>Her voice came in ragged lurches, alternately whining, growling and moaning.&nbsp; "Mike... stop... I can't..." she arched hard up against him, her body sending so many sensations through her that she couldn't focus on anything.&nbsp; "I need... to breathe... please... stop for a minute... please..." it was a whine so haunting even she was startled by it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 22:59:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;When Jesse spoke, Mike froze. Not moving, barely even breathing, he was completely still. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes and voice. Slowly, carefully, Mike raised himself up off of Jesse and moved to her side, stretching out beside her, but careful not to touch her. "I'm sorry Jesse," Mike said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 00:26:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't speak immediately, though she stared into his eyes, her own frightened and concerned and nervous and very, very aroused.&nbsp; She tried to shake her head, to deny pain, but she couldn't even do that much.&nbsp; She was a mass of confusion and heat and wetness and she didn't have the foggiest idea how to tell him all the things that were flying through her mind.&nbsp; After a few moments, as he moved to lay beside her, she again shook her head.<br><br>"No... no, you didn't hurt me... I just..." she frowned, unable to make the words come out the way she wanted them to.&nbsp; "I... Michael... I've never done this before.&nbsp; It's too much.&nbsp; It's... too much." <br><br>Her brows knit together as she watched him, her body still shuddering, hips rocking slightly as if she couldn't stall the motion.&nbsp; "I've never felt... felt so... " she couldn't bring herself to say the word.&nbsp; "I don't know if I can take any more.&nbsp; I want to.&nbsp; Oh god, I want to... with you.&nbsp; But... " again she faltered, watching him, her eyes cloudy and clear simultaneously.&nbsp; "I ache and I need more of you, but I'm so... "<br><br>She shook her head, closing her eyes.&nbsp; "Michael, I've never been with another man.&nbsp; I've never been touched the way you touch me.&nbsp; You have so much experience, so many times, so many women.&nbsp; I don't want to be the worst you've ever had.&nbsp; I'm scared.&nbsp; I don't know if I can give you what you want, what you need." she watched him, then, opening her eyes slowly, afraid he would laugh at her, pull away, turn his shoulder and ignore her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 02:41:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"What do you mean you've ...." Mike's voice trailed off slowly as he looked at Jessica. "So all these years, you've been ... what? Lying to me? Why, Jesse?" His voice was quiet, not angry, but confused, and a little hurt. Mike reached out a hand and brushed a stray lock of hair from Jesse's forehead, then softly asked, "Why would I be upset that you're a virgin?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 07:50:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jesse blushed crimson and closed her eyes again, turning her head away from him.&nbsp; She was embarrassed.&nbsp; She felt wrong, somehow.&nbsp; She had given it up too easily, she had... Clenching her teeth for a moment, she forced herself to suppress all the feelings running through her.&nbsp; It took effort, but she did it.&nbsp; <br><br>When she opened her eyes again, she looked to Mike.&nbsp; Her eyes were clear and without excessive emotion.<br><br>"I didn't lie to you.&nbsp; I just let you believe what you wanted to believe.&nbsp; You were so excited that first morning.&nbsp; You couldn't wait to tell me all about it.&nbsp; I listened because you wanted me to, you needed me to." her eyes were filled with compassion now.&nbsp; "You kept calling me.&nbsp; You kept teasing me.&nbsp; You kept telling me I needed to get laid."<br><br>She closed her eyes, but continued, her voice softening further.&nbsp; "So, that one morning, a few years ago, you'd set me up on that blind date, telling me he was a sure thing.&nbsp; That next morning, you called.&nbsp; You asked how it was.&nbsp; I said nothing happened.&nbsp; You said he'd called you and told you I was the best he'd ever had.&nbsp; I couldn't think of anything to say.&nbsp; And then you started telling me about Maggie."<br><br>She shrugged, her voice taking on a pained quality.&nbsp; "I just never corrected you." she looked up at him once more.&nbsp; "I've always been waiting for you, Michael.&nbsp; Always you."<br><br>She shuddered faintly as he brushed the hair from her forehead.&nbsp; "It's not that I'm a virgin... it's that I'm a virgin... for you." though she feared he wouldn't, her eyes begged him to understand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 19:50:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"You're ...." Mike's voice trailed off as he tried to think. "Why, Jessie?" he asked at last. "I mean, yeah, okay, I can get why you went along with everything ... I mean, I <em>can't</em>, but ... but why me? Why'd you wait for me?" Mike's voice was soft with confusion and wonder.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 01:24:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallowed hard, but didn't look away from his eyes.&nbsp; Slowly she brought her hand up to lightly caress his cheek.&nbsp; Her voice was soft, quiet, hesitant.&nbsp; And, heart sick.<br><br>"Because I love you.&nbsp; I have since junior high.&nbsp; You were my best friend then and..." she stopped, her eyes searching his.&nbsp; "You have haunted me, Mike.&nbsp; You are who I see in my dreams.&nbsp; It's your voice I hear throughout the day.&nbsp; It's your eyes that pierce me."<br><br>She shuddered, her body still feeling the power of his every contact.&nbsp; "I've been in love with you since I knew what love was.&nbsp; You're the only one I've ever wanted." she closed her eyes, breathing the final words in a whisper.&nbsp; "But, you don't love me that way.&nbsp; So I couldn't say anything.&nbsp; I couldn't pressure you.&nbsp; It wasn't right."<br><br>Jesse opened her eyes again, looking into his own.&nbsp; "It's not fair for me to expect you to change who you are.&nbsp; I'm just not enough for you.&nbsp; I know that.&nbsp; I accept it.&nbsp; I never thought..." she faltered for a moment, then continued with a little more strength; a kind of 'damn the torpedoes' sense to her words.&nbsp; "I never thought you'd ever find out.&nbsp; I figured that eventually I'd find someone who made my heart ache for him the way you do.&nbsp; I haven't yet."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-06-2006, 19:14:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"You're in love with me? What the hell are you talking about?" Mike was stunned by the force of Jesse's words. "Since ... what, since we were kids? Jesse ... honey ...." Mike's voice trailed off and he shook his head, confused. "Why didn't you tell me, say something, just ... I don't know." He sighed heavily, looking at her. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"So all this time ... you've been lying to me ... pretending to date other guys and stuff, while you ... what? Waited to get your kicks from me telling you stuff? Is that it? What the hell Jesse?" Mike shook his head and rolled away to stand up, a look of annoyance on his face. "You should've told me, you know? You should've been honest with me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 13:02:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The stunned expression on his face, combined with the force of his words had her wishing she'd never said anything.&nbsp; She bit her lip, looking for all the world like a lost little girl.&nbsp; But that stopped soon enough.&nbsp; His tone changed.&nbsp; His words... so... so hurtful.&nbsp; "No... I..." she faltered in the face of his seeming anger.<br><br>He pulled away from her and she winced.&nbsp; Her jaw trembled and she felt the sting of tears at her eyes.&nbsp; He stood.&nbsp; She closed her eyes tight, rolled to her side, away from him and curled her legs up tight to her chest, tucking her head until her forehead brushed her knees.&nbsp; She was scared and so very ashamed.&nbsp; This was why she hadn't told him.&nbsp; This was why she'd kept it a secret.&nbsp; Because he didn't love her.&nbsp; He didn't even think of her that way.&nbsp; And she knew, she just knew he was going to hate her now.&nbsp; And that killed her.<br><br>Her tears flowed freely, but they were silent.&nbsp; She didn't shake, she didn't move, she barely breathed.&nbsp; Jessie simply curled tightly into herself, wishing she had never said anything.&nbsp; Wishing to hell she wasn't still wearing his shirt; wishing for all the world she could stop feeling so stupid and foolish and ashamed.&nbsp; He hated her, she just knew it.&nbsp; And she'd forced him to come all this way.&nbsp; Why couldn't she have just kept her big, stupid mouth shut?!?!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>11-06-2006, 20:27:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(( wouldn't let me edit this morning, so I'm posting again ))<br><br>She had to do something.&nbsp; She had to try to explain.&nbsp; Granted, there was no explanation good enough, but she had to try something.&nbsp; She turned slowly, uncurling her body just enough to facilitate the movement.&nbsp; Sitting up, knees still pressed to her chest, Jessie looked across the confines of the tent.&nbsp; Her mouth opened and closed many times, then finally, words came in a stilted rush.<br><br>"I couldn't be honest with you, Michael.&nbsp; Every time I tried, you just didn't hear my words.&nbsp; You were off playing with some girl who caught your eye.&nbsp; How could I compete with that?"&nbsp; It took every ounce of strength she had, every ounce of dignity she owned, to face him, to speak to him; and she was terrified of what his reaction might be.&nbsp; "How could I tell you I loved you, when you don't love me?"<br><br>Before he could respond, she rushed forward.&nbsp; "This, tonight, what we started..." she paused, a faint hint of accusation coloring her words.&nbsp; "what <i>you</i> started... I thought you..." she watched him then closed her eyes and lowered her head once more.&nbsp; "I thought you had finally... finally seen me as something more than just a buddy with breasts." her tone was defeated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 02:20:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"What <em>I</em> started?" Mike asked, turning to face Jesse, a look of anger on his face. "Hey, I don't recall you complaining about anything Jesse, and the moment I realised something was wrong, I backed off. Don't push this onto me." If there was anything Mike hated, it was being accused of something he wasn't guilty of. He shook his head, a look of scorn on his face. "It's what I get, I guess," he said. "I should've known better than to try and ...." He shook his head again and turned away. "What's the use?" Mike muttered quietly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 03:26:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He slapped her, not physically but with his words.&nbsp; She was angry now, furious.&nbsp; How dare he force her to confess her most intimate secret then make it her fault for having had to keep it?&nbsp; How did she turn into the bastard here?&nbsp; She confessed love, he attacked with hate.&nbsp; What the hell?<br><br>It was on now!&nbsp; "Yes, what YOU started.&nbsp; I suggested poker.&nbsp; You suggested strip poker.&nbsp; I started to change.&nbsp; You teased me about my underwear.&nbsp; YOU came to my side of the tent.&nbsp; YOU sat down next to me.&nbsp; YOU put your hand on my thigh.&nbsp; I said don't.&nbsp; I asked you not to play with me.&nbsp; YOU moved your hand higher.&nbsp; YOU asked me how I wanted you to play with me."<br><br>She shook her head, glaring angrily at him.&nbsp; "YOU started this, damn it.&nbsp; Do not push your sonuvabitch, backpeddling, manipulative bullshit off on me.&nbsp; YOU seduced me.&nbsp; YOU took advantage, Michael.&nbsp; Not me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 03:30:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I tried to stop you.&nbsp; I tried to deny you.&nbsp; But you just wouldn't stop.&nbsp; You just couldn't listen.&nbsp; You had to push me farther and farther.&nbsp; And when I finally gave in, when I finally accepted that I would have one, single night with you, even then, I asked you not to hurt me."&nbsp; <br><br>Her voice lost volume, but the tone that replaced it was one of abject sorrow.&nbsp; "You asked me how you could hurt me.&nbsp; I asked you not to break my heart.&nbsp; And here you are, yelling at me.&nbsp; And what?&nbsp; What's the use?" <br><br>She shook her head, words stalled at the back of her throat, tears pushing at her closed eyelids.&nbsp; "What's the use?&nbsp; You really don't give a damn about anyone else, do you?&nbsp; You don't care about anyone else unless they're giving it up to you.&nbsp; You bastard."&nbsp; Jessica stood then, shook her head at him and moved toward the door of the tent without another word.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 01:46:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"What the hell do you mean I didn't stop?" Mike asked. "I bloody well did. I stopped now too. And becos I cared enough about you to put what you want ahead of me, this is the thanks I get. Fine." He turned away, too angry at the moment to speak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 08:38:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She turned from the door of the tent, staring with mouth agape.&nbsp; "You stopped because you cared about me?&nbsp; Bullshit!&nbsp; You stopped because you can't handle the thought of someone feeling something real.&nbsp; I loved you.&nbsp; My god, I would have done anything for you."&nbsp; Her fury became a cold thing, an entity unto itself.&nbsp; "It may not be humanly possible for me to explain my position accurately enough to make a difference.&nbsp; Suffice it to say, I've spent the past ten years of my life being in love with a man who couldn't love me.&nbsp; I will not make that mistake again."&nbsp; Without another word she unzipped the door and ran off into the darkness and rain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 20:23:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Son of a ...." Mike's voice trailed off as Jesse ran out. "Dammit!" he yelled, grabbing his parka and taking a moment to drag his shoes on. By the time Mike made it outside, Jesse was almost out of sight. "Jesse, wait!" Mike yelled, running after her. "Dammit Jess, come back here!" He tried to catch up to her, then felt his heart grow cold as he saw Jesse climbing over the fence which ran along the cliff's edge. <em>"O Jess ... o no," </em> Mike thought, putting on an extra burst of speed, and hoping he could catch her in time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 21:11:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't care about the rain or the cold or the fact that her hair was plastered to her face.&nbsp; She didn't care about the sand, gravel and mud she ran barefoot through.&nbsp; She didn't care that the shirt and sweats were stuck to her trembling body.&nbsp; All she cared about was finding a way to outrun the anger, pain and shame; finding a way to erase the last decade from her mind.<br><br>Once she'd reached the apex of the hill she was breathing hard.&nbsp; She leaned against the waist-high fencing that kept the foolish from simply wandering off the edge of the cliff and plummeting to their doom nearly forty-five feet below.&nbsp; Caught in the fierce wind, Jess thought she heard her name, but it was gone almost before it had blown against her; and a bitterness settled within her that had nothing to do with the violent storm.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 21:13:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Though her eyes beheld the violence of the Pacific, she caught a flash in her peripheral vision.&nbsp; As if having flipped a switch, she focused on a dull glow just on the other side of the fence.&nbsp; Without even thinking about it, she brought her leg up over the fence and carefully hoisted herself to the other side.&nbsp; Keeping her grip on the chain links, she reached forward with her left hand, head tilted to the side even as she studied the object that had grabbed her attention.&nbsp; It took a little effort, but she was able to grab hold of what seemed to be a baseball sized rock.<br><br>Jessica stood once more, her full attention on the oddly shiny stone.&nbsp; It was beautiful and looked like onyx.&nbsp; She didn't see Mike running up toward her, nor did she realize what a picture she cast.&nbsp; She simply stood there, barely a foot from the cliff's edge.&nbsp; And then she took her bracing hand off the fence, using the sodden tail of her shirt to clean the rock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 20:14:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"O fuck," Mike breathed, seeing Jesse step away from the fence. By the time Mike reached the fence, she was almost at the very edge of the cliff, and Mike was breathing hard, more from fear than from the run. The rain plastered his hair to his face as he spoke carefully, trying not to say anything to scare her off. "Jesse ... honey ... I'm sorry," Mike said. "Please, just come back over here and let's talk about it. I'll do whatever you want, just come back, please honey." Mike's eyes were luminous in the rain, and the moisture on his face wasn't only becos of the weather.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 21:20:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				To say she was startled would have been a tremendous understatement.&nbsp; She had been completely alone and absorbed by the rock she'd found, then suddenly his voice reached out and stole her breath.&nbsp; Damn it, why did he always have that effect on her?&nbsp; It wasn't fair.&nbsp; It just wasn't fair.<br><br>Though she was startled, she wasn't stupid.&nbsp; She dropped to an instant crouch, left hand striking out for the chain link in the fence, right hand gripping the now-clean stone tightly.&nbsp; Only then did she turn her head to look up at him.<br><br>"What?&nbsp; Are you crazy?&nbsp; Don't you know you're not supposed to appear out of thin air and surprise someone standing at the edge of a cliff?&nbsp; What if I fell?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 21:59:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike was furious, but did his best to keep his voice calm. "Just climb back over Jesse," he said. "Please. Come back over here and I swear you can yell at me all you want. I'm sorry honey, I'm so sorry. Just come back over here, okay? Please?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 00:06:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessie looked into his eyes, really looked.&nbsp; "Okay." she said softly, a faint twinge of confusion in her eyes.<br><br>Gingerly, she hooked her leg over the fence and carefully lifted herself over it.&nbsp; This was made more difficult by the rock she held on to, but it was accomplished without too much extra strain.&nbsp; Once she stood on the other side, she again looked at Mike, then frowned.&nbsp; <br><br>"Did you think I was going to jump?&nbsp; That I was so hurt or scared that I'd do something that stupid?" while her words may have been sharp, her tone was curious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 17:00:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Not speaking, Mike grabbed Jesse in an enveloping bear hug, sliding his hands over her body as he just held her, trembling. "Don't <strong><em>EVER</em></strong> do that to me again," Mike whispered softly into Jesse's ear as he reassured himself that she was okay. "You scared me Jess," he continued, still moving his hands across her, checking for any injuries. "Don't do that, please. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. I just couldn't ...." Mike's voice choked up and he couldn't speak.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 21:45:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was so completely and utterly confused that she couldn't think for a moment.&nbsp; But then, the concern in his voice, combined with the aggressive hug... that switch was flipped back on and she knew pain, anger and hurt all over again.&nbsp; Roughly she pushed away from him, glaring into his eyes.&nbsp; Her own snapped with a dark fury which matched the violent storm atop the hill.<br><br>"I scared you?&nbsp; Is that what..." she waved her hand at him, encompassing his concern, "... this, is all about?"&nbsp; Her words were delivered in calm tones, but there was acidic rage pressing against them.&nbsp; "You've already lost me, Michael.&nbsp; You lost me when you turned your back on my love of you.&nbsp; <i>You.&nbsp; Killed.&nbsp; Me.</i>" she emphasized each word very carefully.&nbsp;<br><br>With that, she turned her back to him, beginning the trek back to the tent.&nbsp; "You broke my heart." she whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 21:05:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike stood there a moment, then turned to followe Jesse. "What do you mean, I killed you?" he asked roughly, grabbing her arm. "I'm not the idiot who ran out into a freaking thunderstorm. I'm not the one who's been lying all this time. <em>I</em> didn't kill anything Jesse."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 06:55:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he grabbed her arm she turned, but didn't try to pull away from him.&nbsp; Her eyes immediately went to his and she concentrated.&nbsp; She needed to know if he were being real with her.&nbsp; Was he just playing with her?&nbsp; Just toying with her heart?&nbsp; She couldn't tell; and that bothered her more than anything else.<br><br>"Mike... " her mouth opened and closed, wordlessly as she slowly shook her head, trying desperately to make him understand.<br><br>Jessie reached her fingers up to caress his cheek, as if that touch could somehow communicate all the fear inside her.&nbsp; "I confessed my love for you and you got angry and yelled at me.&nbsp; You pulled away from me and accused me of lying.&nbsp; I didn't lie, Mike, I just didn't correct your assumption." the brutal storm mercifully concealed her tears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 16:41:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I never assume," Mike said automaticly, looking into Jesse's eyes. "And the only reason I yelled at you was becos you've been lying to me for all these years. I'd think you could understand that Jesse. You're always going on about how important honesty and all is to you. Why couldn't you be honest with me, like I've always been with you? I've never hidden anything from you; I've always told you everything ... and now I find out it's all been a lie." He shook his head angrily, and turned away from her touch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 19:06:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She stared at him, mouth agape.&nbsp; And then he pulled away.&nbsp; The world spun around her with a violence that outranked the storm.&nbsp; Jessie found herself clutching her hands to her chest as if she could somehow stop the searing pain with pressure.&nbsp; If only he could understand.&nbsp; If only she could make him know.&nbsp; She couldn't breathe.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her voice was low and pained to begin with, despairing.&nbsp; "Someday, Michael... someday you will understand." her voice took on a cold, dead quality.&nbsp; "Some day you will know exactly how this feels!"<br><br>The heat against her chest, the pressure within, it was too much.&nbsp; She curled in on herself, a coldness that had nothing to do with her physical condition encroaching.&nbsp; Even the stone in her hands held nothing more for her, and as she turned to walk away from him, she dropped it at his feet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 16:44:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike glanced down at the stone Jesse had dropped, wondering where she'd got it. As a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, the stone seemed to glow for a moment, and Mike picked it up, looking at it curiously. <em>"Must've just been my imagination,"</em> he thought. Mike slipped the stone into his pocket, then followed Jesse back down the hill to their tent. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Once they were both inside, Mike said, "Look, I'm sorry about all of this, okay? Why don't we just dry off and try and get some sleep, okay? Tomorrow we can go back to town and just ... I don't know. Let's just go to sleep, okay Jesse?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 23:29:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She got back to the tent, finally recognizing how very cold she really was.&nbsp; This time she was cold all the way through.&nbsp; Without directly responding to Mike's arrival, she simply went to her pack, drew out her last pair of dry jeans and a t-shirt and undressed.&nbsp; She didn't care if he would see her body.&nbsp; She meant nothing to him anymore.&nbsp; At least, that's how she felt.<br><br>"Sure, Mike.&nbsp; It'll all be better in the morning." she agreed, sitting back on her sleeping bag, finally looking at her cut and abraided feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 16:48:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Let's hope," Mike said wearily, as he changed once again, glad they'd both thought to bring extra clothes. Once he was wearing clean sweats, Mike moved to sit next to Jesse's feet. "Here," he said. "Let me look at those." Mike shook his head, muttering quietly to himself about silly females.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 17:18:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her initial desire was to pull away from his touch, like a wounded dog afraid of kindness as well as aggression.&nbsp; Instead, she reached for the first aid kit in her pack and opened it.&nbsp; It didn't take long to clean the sand and mud away, revealing only minor scrapes.&nbsp; At least she hadn't done any serious damage to herself.<br><br>Even as she prepared antiseptic and gauze, her voice was soft.&nbsp; "I seem to recall you liking 'silly females', Mike." her hand was gentle on his arm, her eyes both apologetic and forgiving.&nbsp; She was trying to make it better with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 16:31:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I don't like you getting hurt Jesse," Mike said, his voice equally soft, now that the adrenaline rush of fear had dissipated. "And just becos I date blondes doesn't mean I particularly enjoy their company." He smiled a bit roguishly. "Trust me, it's not their minds I find attractive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 16:37:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled faintly, shaking her head a bit, not removing her hand from his arm quite yet.&nbsp; "Well, I never thought you were looking for mental stimulation from them." a single, soft laugh brushed past her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm..." she hesistated, shifting from an apology to the first topic that came to her mind.&nbsp; "I think I need a drink.&nbsp; I can't seem to stop shaking."&nbsp; Jess indicated the bag of supplies they'd purchased at the market with question in her eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>01-07-2006, 17:51:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yeah well, that's what you get for running around in a freaking thunderstorm," Mike said, his tone more teasing than accusatory. He moved over to his bag, ignoring the things from the store. "Here," Mike said. "I think I've got something in here that ought to help more than that stuff."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike pulled out a large flask and twisted the lid slightly, loosening it, before handing it over to Jesse. "Take some of ol' Doc Wilson's medicine," he said, grinning mischieviously. "It's good for what ails you, whatever that might happen to be."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>01-07-2006, 18:45:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolled her eyes at his teasing.&nbsp; She was still hurt, but that feeling was fading a bit.&nbsp; And, he too was trying.&nbsp; Maybe the old comment was right.&nbsp; Maybe they couldn't be lovers and friends.<br><br>When Mike handed her the flask, she actually laughed.&nbsp; It was a soft sound, but there was genuine humor in it.&nbsp; "You sure it's not laced with something?&nbsp; Poison perhaps?" she winked, then took a healthy draught, wincing as the stuff burned its way down her throat.&nbsp; "Woah... what is this stuff?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>03-07-2006, 21:16:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Secret family recipe," Mike said, grinning slightly. "Whiskey, laced with a bit of honey ... you should try drinking it straight if you think that stuff is hard." He chuckled lightly, and reached to take the flask from Jesse.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>03-07-2006, 21:31:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She offered the flask back when he reached for it, feeling the warmth seep through her skin from inside out.&nbsp; Whether it was simple exhaustion or her own psychological need to be at peace with her nearly-life-long friend, she felt a mellowing creeping toward her.&nbsp; Jessie smiled softly, uttering a quiet sigh.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think I'll let you do the straight drinking.&nbsp; It's smooth enough, but not Cuervo." she offered a near-grin, then paused.&nbsp; <br><br>For long moments she watched him, then shrugged off the fear, confusion and apprehension.&nbsp; She could think about all of that in the morning.&nbsp; For now, she just wanted to be warm and mellow.&nbsp; Jess shifted around on her sleeping bag until she had it open, then laid down, drawing the flap over her soon-to-be-warm body.&nbsp; <i>What now?</i> was the question that came to her mind, but what came out of her mouth was a little different.<br><br>"If the rain doesn't clear up by morning, maybe we should just go back to the city.&nbsp; We could rent a couple movies and order pizza." her voice was soft as she leaned up on her elbow, watching him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>05-07-2006, 20:41:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg217248#msg217248">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 03-07-2006, 21:31:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She offered the flask back when he reached for it, feeling the warmth seep through her skin from inside out.&nbsp; Whether it was simple exhaustion or her own psychological need to be at peace with her nearly-life-long friend, she felt a mellowing creeping toward her.&nbsp; Jessie smiled softly, uttering a quiet sigh.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think I'll let you do the straight drinking.&nbsp; It's smooth enough, but not Cuervo." she offered a near-grin, then paused.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** "Like Cuervo's smooth," Mike said, frowning at Jesse. He shook his head. "When are you going to quit drinking that junk and start on something good?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=5322.msg217248#msg217248">Quote from: TigreFatalis on 03-07-2006, 21:31:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">For long moments she watched him, then shrugged off the fear, confusion and apprehension.&nbsp; She could think about all of that in the morning.&nbsp; For now, she just wanted to be warm and mellow.&nbsp; Jess shifted around on her sleeping bag until she had it open, then laid down, drawing the flap over her soon-to-be-warm body.&nbsp; <i>What now?</i> was the question that came to her mind, but what came out of her mouth was a little different.<br><br>"If the rain doesn't clear up by morning, maybe we should just go back to the city.&nbsp; We could rent a couple movies and order pizza." her voice was soft as she leaned up on her elbow, watching him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*** Mike nodded. "Yeah," he said, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Sounds good." Mike sighed, and lay back on his bag, staring up at the tent roof. "Ready to turn out the light?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>05-07-2006, 22:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<i>No, I'm not.&nbsp; I want to talk about this.&nbsp; I want to know just where it all went wrong.</i>&nbsp; She refused to give voice to her thoughts, but that was what she really wanted.<br><br>"Sure." she said quietly, reaching out for the lantern.<br><br>When it was dark, she shifted onto her belly.&nbsp; Her thoughts were jumbled and confused, but they soon gave way to the physical and emotional exhaustion.&nbsp; Jessie fell asleep soon enough, but it wasn't an easy sleep.&nbsp; She had dreams, dreams in which she saw his eyes, heard his voice and felt his touch.&nbsp; More than once she moaned softly, faint, muted sounds, but she didn't come fully awake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 18:41:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike wanted to talk to Jesse, wanted to discuss what had happened, and what it would mean for them, but he couldn't find the words. He lay there in the darkness, trying to figure out how to begin, until he heard the gentle sound of Jesse's snoring. "Ah hell," Mike muttered softly, before rolling over and trying to get comfortable enough to sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 10:13:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She dreamed, as she always did, but this time whenever he got near her, something pushed her away as if they were magnets that needed to be flipped.&nbsp; It was exhausting and frustrating and left her to wake in a cold sweat.&nbsp; She lay there in her sleeping bag for a few long minutes, simply trying to get her head to clear.&nbsp; Eventually she sat up and looked over to Mike.&nbsp; <br><br>"What the fuck!?!"&nbsp; She stared, open mouthed at... she couldn't even bring herself to think the word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-07-2006, 22:07:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike slept fitfully, tossing and turning. He dreamt of Jesse, first of the two of them as the friends they'd always been, then in increasingly more romantic encounters. Mike continued to roll from side to side, never actually waking, but in his sleep trying to find some semblance of comfort.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-07-2006, 23:16:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jess stared in disbelief at the <i>woman</i> who now occupied the other side of the tent.&nbsp; It wasn't possible.&nbsp; What she was seeing wasn't real.&nbsp; It couldn't be.&nbsp; She had to be dreaming.&nbsp; She had to be caught up in the viscious grip of a nightmare that turned her best friend into a girl.<br><br>"What the fuck is going on?" she said loudly,&nbsp; loud enough to wake him, or was it her?&nbsp; "Wake up, damnit!&nbsp; Who the hell are you?" it couldn't be Mike, it just couldn't.<br><br>She was frustrated and not a little scared.&nbsp; This didn't make sense.&nbsp; But Mike... or whoever it was, wasn't waking up.&nbsp; Damn it.<br><br>With a deep sigh, Jess moved across the tent, sat and stared at the woman in Mike's sleeping bag.&nbsp; "Hey, you..." she frowned, reaching her hand tentatively toward him, rather, her.&nbsp; "Mike?" she shook the shoulder that used to belong to her best friend.&nbsp; "C'mon, you gotta get up.&nbsp; This is too weird." there was real fear in her voice even as she shook him - no, her - harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>21-07-2006, 02:15:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Dammit Jesse, let me sleep," Mike muttered, rolling away from the hand which had pushed at him. He tried to get comfortable on his other side, with his back to Jesse, still mostly asleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>21-07-2006, 10:25:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She growled.&nbsp; That was definitely Mike's attitude.&nbsp; God, this was so fucked up.&nbsp; How in hell was she going to handle this?<br><br>With a sigh of resignation, she dove in with both feet.&nbsp; She grabbed Mike's shoulder again, shaking him a little harder.&nbsp; Her voice was urgent, the pitch rising to a slightly panicked tone.<br><br>"Damn it, Mike.&nbsp; Wake up.&nbsp; Something is really, really fucked up." she was frustrated in the extreme.&nbsp; "Mike, for fuck's sake, you're a girl!"&nbsp; With that, she attempted to pull him onto his back and drag his hand to his own crotch.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>22-07-2006, 01:21:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"What the fuck do you mean?" Mike asked, coming more fully awake. "Have you lost your mind Jess?" He began to set up, pushing up onto one elbow and turning to face her. "What the hell?" Mike said, feeling an unfamiliar weight on his chest. "What'd you do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>23-07-2006, 00:22:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, her?, exasperation in her voice.&nbsp; "What the...?&nbsp; Look at you.&nbsp; You're a... " she shook her head, finding no way to say what had happened.<br><br>Jess drew back a little bit, watching Mike intently.&nbsp; She was scared and had no idea what to do.&nbsp; His attitude came through loud and clear, but the voice, his voice was different.&nbsp; And he was a girl.&nbsp; He had breasts and everything.&nbsp; In a moment of absolute hysterical dark humor, she smirked.&nbsp; "At least you're a hottie."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>24-07-2006, 01:57:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"What're you talking about Jesse?" Mike asked, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands and opening them wide, trying to wake himself up fully. He yawned loudly, then shook his head "Now, what's so damned ... urgent . . . ." Mike's voice trailed away as his peripheral vision caught sight of the nicely-sized breasts now attached to his chest. "What the fuck ...?" Mike whispered softly. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Tentatively, Mike brought a hand up to touch one of the firm mounds of flesh. "How the ...?" Mike gasped as he felt a bolt of pleasure shoot thru him when his fingers touched one of the hard nipples.&nbsp; Mike always woke up in an aroused state, and this morning wasn't any exception. He could feel the ache between his liegs and reached down to squeeze himself. The next instant, his eyes locked on Jesse's with a look of absolute horror. "What happened Jesse?" Mike almost screamed, reaching out to grab her arms and lurching fully out of his sleeping back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>24-07-2006, 06:06:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessie watched him as he discovered what had happened to him.&nbsp; She backed up a little, nervous and a bit scared.&nbsp; Now that he was awake she simply watched, trying to absorb what had happened.&nbsp; When he reached out and grabbed her, her eyes went wide in fear.<br><br>"I don't know what happened, Mike.&nbsp; I didn't do anything to you!&nbsp; I woke up and... you were... " her voice faltered and she tried to shrink back.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>24-07-2006, 15:40:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm dreaming," Mike said, shaking his head. "That's it. It's a dream. I need to wake up now." He looked at Jesse, the fear evident in his eyes. "Help meJesse; help me wake up. <em>Please."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>25-07-2006, 10:43:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head, swallowing hard.&nbsp; How could she wake him up?&nbsp; She was having the same dream.&nbsp; She was exasperated, scared.&nbsp; How was she supposed to handle this?&nbsp; How was she supposed to have the magic answer?<br><br>"I don't know what to do, Mike.&nbsp; It's not a dream.&nbsp; I..." she faltered, not knowing what to say.&nbsp; "This isn't possible.&nbsp; But it happened.&nbsp; You're... you're a girl."&nbsp; She remained where she was frozen partially in fear and partially in confusion.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>25-07-2006, 15:24:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I ... no. No no no no no no no." Mike shook his head emphaticly. "This ... no." He looked at Jesse, terror obvious in his eyes. "Please Jesse ... help me ...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>26-07-2006, 09:39:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How?" she asked helplessly, fear in her own eyes.&nbsp; "I don't know what's going on.&nbsp; There's a hospital near here... But... "<br><br>She shrugged.&nbsp; What could she do?&nbsp; She felt so helpless, so scared, so completely out of her depth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>26-07-2006, 16:24:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"No. No hospital." Mike's voice was tense, almost hysterical. "No one can know about this Jesse. Only you. No one else. Promise me, please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>26-07-2006, 23:37:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, the sensitivity within her reaching out to the <i>wo</i>man she'd known almost all her life.&nbsp; She moved foward, almost instantly, wrapping her arms around mike's shoulders, offering the best form of comfort she could.&nbsp; She rocked slowly, gently, hoping to calm him at least a little.<br><br>"Shhhh.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; I'm not going to tell anyone.&nbsp; Come on now.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; You'll be just fine." she murmured the words softly, reaching for the flask.&nbsp; "It's okay, baby.&nbsp; It's all right.&nbsp; We'll find a way out of this." she promised, unscrewing the cap and holding the flask out to him.&nbsp; "Take a drink... it'll be okay.&nbsp; We need you calm right now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>27-07-2006, 15:36:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike grabbed for the flask almost desperately. "It's a dream," he said. "It's a dream and if I can just fall back asleep, I'll wake up and it'll be over." Taking a long drink from the flask, Mike began choking, shaking in Jesse's arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>27-07-2006, 16:05:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She held Mike tightly to her, guiding his head to her shoulder and stroking his hair tenderly.&nbsp; "Shhhh.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; I'll figure out a way to get us through this.&nbsp; Shhh.&nbsp; I'll take care of it."<br><br>Jessie wracked her brain, holding Mike close, continuing to rock him gently.&nbsp; What could have happened?&nbsp; How could <i>she</i> make it better?&nbsp; She didn't have a clue, but somehow, some way, she'd make it better.&nbsp; Even as she thought, stroking his back gently, tenderly, she ran through the events of the previous night.&nbsp; Oh how the tables had turned.&nbsp; Now Mike was the scared, confused and terrified woman.&nbsp; A small part of her, not that small, thought he'd gotten what he deserved.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>05-08-2006, 03:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Tentatively, Mike at last raised his eyes to look at Jesse. "You'll take care of it?" he asked, his voice that of a drowning man clinging to a stray piece of wood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>05-08-2006, 08:39:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessie nodded slowly, meeting his eyes without flinching.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; I'll take care of everything.&nbsp; Right now, get up, get dressed and start loading the truck.&nbsp; Once we've got everything packed, we'll head back to the city."&nbsp; <br><br>She watched Mike for a long moment, then drew back, dug through her pack and produced a bra.&nbsp; There was a faint, brief pause, but then she handed it over to him. <br><br>"You're going to need this.&nbsp; You're a little bigger than me, but not enough to matter much." she then set to packing her gear, slipping into her dried clothes from the night before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>05-08-2006, 17:25:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"What!" Mike flinched away from Jessie. "I'm not wearing that! I'm not a girl!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>06-08-2006, 01:22:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessie narrowed her eyes, but she spoke calmly.&nbsp; "Look at yourself, Mike.&nbsp; You might not be a girl, but your body is female.&nbsp; Unless you want to fall out of your shirt all the way home, you're going to have to wear the bra.&nbsp; You've taken enough of them off, surely you can put one on."<br><br>Her patience was wearing thin, though that had far more to do with stress than fashion.&nbsp; "Listen, as long as your body is female, you're going to have to act like a girl.&nbsp; Get a grip.&nbsp; You haven't even tried going to the bathroom yet!" she turned to continue packing the gear and get dressed, intent on loading the truck and getting back to the city as soon as possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>06-08-2006, 20:13:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Still refusing to accept what had happened to him, Mike moved to his bag and pulled out a sweatshirt and jeans. Quickly he put them on, frowning at how odd the jeans felt on his new body. Once he was (mostly) dressed, Mike quickly began helping Jesse pack the remaining things. At last, everything was packed but the tent itself, and Mike knelt down to put on his shoes and socks. "Dammit," he muttered, discovering that his hiking boots no longer fit properly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>09-08-2006, 23:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You wanna try mine?" she asked quietly.&nbsp; <br><br>Jessie really didn't know how to handle this problem.&nbsp; The boots.&nbsp; The bra.&nbsp; The odd cut of his jeans.&nbsp; She shook her head as Mike's new body filled his jeans out in different ways.&nbsp; They were now too short, becoming low-riders.&nbsp; His newly widened hips, hips he'd always found so desireous on girls, made closing the jeans a chore.&nbsp; She wouldn't have been surprised if Mike felt his lower abs contracting at the squeeze of the denim.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered what was going through his mind.&nbsp; Had he noticed the feel of the denim, rough against sensitive skin?&nbsp; Had he noticed the way the shirt brushed against sides and back, more tender, more receptive to the stimuli?&nbsp; Would he notice the difference in the way the wind brushed against his cheeks, that it was slightly harsher?&nbsp; She couldn't imagine getting used to such a thing.&nbsp; If she woke up a man, would she suddenly not care?&nbsp; Would she suddenly stop feeling things, stop thinking and just act?<br><br>With a sigh, she nodded toward the truck.&nbsp; "We'd best get going.&nbsp; If you wanna wear my boots, I'm sure they'll fit you better.&nbsp; I can wear my heels."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-08-2006, 03:26:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike nodded quietly, reaching for Jessie's boots. "I hate this," he mumbled as he pushed his feet into the boots, which fit his new form almost perfectly. Once Mike had the boots on and fastened, he stood and grabbed his bag. "Let's get this stuff in the truck and get out of here," Mike said. Once everything had been packed, Mike quickly moved to dismantling the tent, glad to lose himself in the familiar routine so he didn't have to think about what had happened to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-08-2006, 07:31:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly, nodding.&nbsp; "I know, baby.&nbsp; I know."<br><br>With a slow, silent exhale, Jessie slid into her heels, took the remaining bags to the truck and assisted with dismantling the tent.&nbsp; Actually, all she really did was pack the poles into their respective carry sacks.&nbsp; She let Mike do the most strenuous work, not because she couldn't have helped, but because it seemed to ease his mind a little.&nbsp; She wondered, though, if being a girl in body would transfer to being a girl in mind.<br><br>She stopped in place, her jaw dropping slightly as she watched Mike's back.&nbsp; What if she couldn't find a solution to this?&nbsp; What if... would he have a menstrual cycle?&nbsp; How in hell was she going to explain that???&nbsp; Jessie snapped her mouth shut, slipping the poles into the bag and holding it open for Mike to add the material of the tent itself.<br><br>"All right, lets get going.&nbsp; We should stop at the bathroom on the way out, then we can cut across to I-5 and cut half an hour off the drive.&nbsp; Well, the way you drive, maybe a full hour." she tried to laugh; it didn't work.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-08-2006, 16:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Good," Mike muttered. "The sooner we're out of here the better." Giving Jesse a mock-glare, Mike said, "I <em>told</em> you the country was bad." Once everything was packed, they got in the truck and drove back to the rest-stop. Mike waited while Jesse went in and used the bathroom, tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. When she was back in the truck, Mike drove to the highway and quickly began driving back to town, headed for Jesse's apartment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-08-2006, 19:49:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When they got back into the city and Mike had pulled up in front of her place, she paused, looking at the man who stared out of this strange woman's body.&nbsp; "You want to go back to your place or stay here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 01:57:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike paused, looking down. After a moment, he said quietly, "I can't go back there. Not like this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 05:56:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, then directed him into the secure parking garage.&nbsp; Once they'd parked, she grabbed her bag and got in the elevator, headed to her floor.&nbsp; In the elevator she spoke softly.<br><br>"It'll be okay.&nbsp; We'll find a way to get you back." even as she said the words she didn't believe them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 15:09:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike nodded quietly, not speaking. A couple of guys got on the elevator, one of them obviously checking the two of them out. When they got to Jesse's floor and they got out, the two guys could be heard whispering, then laughing. Mike's jaw tightened visibly, and he started to turn and say something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 18:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She placed a gentle hand upon Mike's forearm, shaking her head.&nbsp; She opened the door of her apartment and held it open for him, closing and locking it behind them both.&nbsp; Her voice was softly spoken, though her words carried weight.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't bother.&nbsp; Responding to men like that only encourages them."&nbsp; And yet, how many times had she seen that look from his own eyes, heard those comments from his own lips.&nbsp; "There's beer in the fridge, the good stuff in the cupboard on top.&nbsp; Get a drink and we'll get you some clothes to wear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>12-08-2006, 02:02:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike headed straight to the cabinet, mutering quietly about the guys in the elevator. Mike pulled a bottle of Jim Beam from the cabinet and opened it quickly, taking a long pull, then almost dropped the bottle as the whiskey burned its way down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>12-08-2006, 13:38:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She glanced back, quirking a brow at the near fumble with the bottle.&nbsp; "Hey, you break it, you buy it, you know."&nbsp; she smiled faintly, but continued on her way to her bedroom and the closet. <br><br>Jessie called out to him.&nbsp; "Come on in here, you're going to need to try some of these on.&nbsp; Most of my clothes will fit you, but you can never tell with some designers."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>13-08-2006, 03:38:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I <em>did</em> buy this one," Mike muttered, taking a smaller swig from the bottle before walking into Jesse's bedroom. "And what do you mean? I just need some jeans and stuff ... I've got that at my place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>13-08-2006, 22:58:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, then the bottle and nodded.&nbsp; "So you did." she smiled faintly, then passed her eyes over him, shaking her head.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; You're going to need clothes designed for a woman's body."<br><br>She moved to stand behind Mike, guiding him to face the full length mirror on the closet door.&nbsp; "Look at this.&nbsp; The shirt doesn't fit right, your breasts are blatantly obvious and you're... showing."&nbsp; She put her hands on Mike's waist, her touch kind but firm.&nbsp; "Look, you've got a waist and hips now." the look in her eyes was one of appraisal and judgement.&nbsp; "You need to wear clothing that will compliment your shape, not show it off like a Playboy bunny."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>14-08-2006, 02:29:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I don' want to complement anything," Mike said, taking another drink. "I just want this to be over with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-08-2006, 03:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him and shook her head.&nbsp; Did he think this was any less difficult for her?&nbsp; "I'm trying to do a little damage control here, Mike.&nbsp; This isn't easy for me either.&nbsp; My best friend, the man I've been in love with all my life, just turned into a girl.&nbsp; I can't just wave a wand and undo this."<br><br>She shook her head again, moving off toward the bathroom.&nbsp; "I need a minute." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>27-08-2006, 23:28:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"The man you've been in love with," Mike echoes wryly, staring at the bathroom door. "Yeah, right." Mike finished his drink, and took it back into the kitchen to rinse it out. After setting it down, Mike became aware of a pressure in his abdomen. Walking back to the bathroom, Mike knocked on the door. "Hey Jess," he called. "Hurry up, would you? I think I've got to pee."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>28-08-2006, 06:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stared at her reflection in the mirror.&nbsp; She looked tired, harried, frazzled.&nbsp; She had to get a grip on her nerves.&nbsp; Mike needed her now.&nbsp; If she couldn't control her temper, if she couldn't keep hold of her sanity, then there was no hope for either of them.&nbsp; Jessie wasn't willing to give up on him or herself.<br><br>At Mike's knock and the feminine voice, Jessie started.&nbsp; She quickly turned on the water, splashed her face, grabbed a hand towel and opened the door.&nbsp; "Sorry 'bout that.&nbsp; Go ahead."<br><br>She stepped aside to let him enter.&nbsp; She smiled, placing a gentle hand on his forearm.&nbsp; She squeezed gently, then made her way toward the bedroom to give him privacy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>29-08-2006, 03:07:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Um ... Jess ...." Mike's voice trailed off nervously. "Um ... how do I ...?" Mike gestured at the toilet, not meeting Jesse's eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>29-08-2006, 09:22:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly, nodding her understanding.&nbsp; "You have to sit down, then relax."<br><br>Jessica was thrown though she couldn't let on to that.&nbsp; Was it so very different for a man?&nbsp; I mean, sure, they stood up and such, but... She sighed away her nervousness.<br><br>"The seat is down, so you won't fall in.&nbsp; Just sit and... let it come out.&nbsp; I use special wipes, more than just the paper." she pointed to a small, white, plastic box.&nbsp; Inside there were moist, feminine cleansing wipes.&nbsp; "Use the paper first, then use the towlette.&nbsp; It keeps the nether regions cleaner."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 02:00:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Use them for what?" Mike asked, staring at Jesse oddly. He didn't have to defecate, just urinate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 03:33:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned slightly, not exactly sure why he was confused.&nbsp; "To cleanse yourself after you pee.&nbsp; If a female doesn't have really good female hygiene, well, she starts to smell.&nbsp; And not in a good way.&nbsp; Because of the way the female body is designed..." <br><br>Jess frowned, shook her head and tried again.&nbsp; "Think of it this way.&nbsp; It's like wearing a condom.&nbsp; After you've climaxed, you take the condom off, right?&nbsp; Don't you wash yourself afterward to get the spermicide and stuff off?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 15:26:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike shook his head, shrugging. "I don't like condoms," he said. "And okay, I get that you have to keep yourself clean and all, but like ... I'm not gonna pee all over myself, so why do I need to clean myself?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>30-08-2006, 17:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at Mike, ignoring the faint blush that colored her cheeks.&nbsp; "You don't have to go to the lengths I do, Mike.&nbsp; I choose to use the special wipes because I feel cleaner when I do.&nbsp; To me it's the difference between using soap when I shower or just letting the water sluice my body.&nbsp; I prefer soap because I feel cleaner.&nbsp; Try it both ways and see which you prefer."<br><br>Again her smile was gentle, but there was a hint of frustrated humor in her eyes.&nbsp; The situation was comical, but only when she removed herself from it.&nbsp; It was like a scene in some cheesy, after-school special.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 14:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike sighed. "Fine," he said, shaking his head. "Whatever." He waved Jesse out, and once she had gone, Mike pulled his clothes off and tried to let nature take its course. Once he was thru, Mike used one of Jesse's wipes, then washed his hands. Naked, he walked back into the bedroom. "Okay," Mike said, "so what's up with the clothes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>31-08-2006, 18:55:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessie left the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.&nbsp; She shook her head slightly, looking around her room.&nbsp; What, exactly, was she going to do?&nbsp; This was really wierd, but... She shook her head again.&nbsp; She'd take it one step at a time.&nbsp; When Mike walked out of the bathroom, she turned to the closet.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're welcome to wear whatever you'd like.&nbsp; If you just want your own jeans and shirts, that's fine.&nbsp; Since you've..." she turned to look at Mike, just then realizing he was naked.<br><br>Confronted by large, shapely breasts, the narrow waist and gently swelling hips she was taken aback.&nbsp; For half a second she was angry.&nbsp; Jessie quickly shoved her anger away; at least, she tried to. <br><br>Returning her attention to the closet, she shook her head.&nbsp; "That's not fair." her voice was soft.&nbsp; "You're better looking than I am."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-09-2006, 02:39:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Are you kidding?" Mike asked, moving to stand behind Jesse. "You're a knockout Jess ... you always have been." Mike reached a hand out to trail it thru Jesse's auburn hair. "Do you know how many women would KILL for this colour? And your eyes are just ...." Mike's voice trailed off. "It kills me to look at you every time you wear your glasses," he said softly.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike slid his hands up Jesse's arms and around to cup her small, firm breasts. "And I hate to disappoint you, but oversized footballs on a girl's chest really aren't that attractive. Your breasts are much better... I can hold them easier." Mike's hands slid down to Jesse's waist, then back around to cup her ass. "And honey, you have an ass that ought to be illegal."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike met Jesse's eyes in the mirror. "Trust me on this one Jesse, I've spent a LOT of time studying women, and I know what's really attractive." Mike stepped back just enough to gesture at his new body. "This ... I'm too tall, and I look like something out of a Playboy. Mike glanced down at the neatly trimmed patch of his pubic hair. "At least I'm a natural blonde," he said, before raising his eyes to meet Jesse's once again. "But you ... you're beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2006, 03:06:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Mike moved to stand behind her, Jessie closed her eyes.&nbsp; In her mind she saw MIke as he had been.&nbsp; The breath against her neck sent chills down her spine.&nbsp; Even the slightly higher pitch of his voice didn't distract her from the sexual allure he held over her.&nbsp; At the gliding of his fingers through her hair, she released a faint, high whimper.&nbsp; He couldn't possibly know how completely she craved him.<br><br>"Mike..." her voice failed her, fading into a whisper of silence.&nbsp; <br><br>As his smaller, softer hands cupped her breasts, her breathing grew quicker.&nbsp; With her eyes closed, simply focusing on the sensations rocketing through her body, Jessie bit her lip to keep from whining.&nbsp; It wasn't right.&nbsp; He was in a woman's body.&nbsp; And still, just the sensation of his breath against her neck beckoned to her hidden hungers.<br><br>When Mike stepped back, she turned to look at him.&nbsp; She thought he was beautiful, but she wasn't going to say that.&nbsp; Continuing to worry her lower lip with her teeth, she studied him.&nbsp; Finally, her voice low and somewhat hesitant, she pushed aside all the common sense she owned and allowed her desire to speak for her.<br><br>"Have you ever wondered what it feels like for a woman?&nbsp; When you tease and stroke her?&nbsp; What you did to me last night... did you ever wonder what that felt like?"&nbsp; her deep eyes stared intently into his, ignoring the female body.&nbsp; His eyes were the same.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-09-2006, 03:34:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike tilted his head thoughtfully. He'd never understand women, he thought. "It feels good, right?" he said, reaching out to brush back an errant strand of hair from Jesse's face. "I mean ... that's the object, you know? To make you feel good?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2006, 07:27:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly, tilting her head slightly as he brushed the stray hair back.&nbsp; She shook her head slightly, but not in denial of his question.&nbsp; <br><br>"You have a unique opportunity here, Mike.&nbsp; You have the chance of discovering what being a woman really feels like.&nbsp; You have the opportunity to understand." she paused, watching him for a long few moments.&nbsp; "You say that, to you, I'm beautiful.&nbsp; I don't feel beautiful on the inside."&nbsp; She paused again, sorting through her words.&nbsp; "But last night, before it went bad, what you did to my body made me feel beautiful."&nbsp; She shook her head, frowning slightly.&nbsp; "It's hard to explain."<br><br>Jessie stopped, looked up into Mike's eyes and shook her head again.&nbsp; With her heart in her throat, fear assailing her, she pushed through it.<br><br>"Let me show you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-09-2006, 13:34:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike looked down at Jesse softly. "I ... I'm not sure what you mean, Jess," he said quietly. In Mike eyes confusion and fear mingled slightly, but he shrugged and nodded just a little, giving her permission to do whatever she wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2006, 21:09:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jessie bit her lip slightly, waiting just a moment longer.&nbsp; Her voice was soft and low as she spoke.&nbsp; Her fingers trembled slightly.&nbsp; "You know what it feels like to have a woman stroke you.&nbsp; You know what it's like to taste a woman's arousal.&nbsp; But, do you understand what arouses her?"<br><br>That said, Jessie reached out and very lightly brushed her fingers through Mike's longer hair.&nbsp; It was a gentle caress which placed just a touch of pressure against the roots.&nbsp; Slowly and softly she ran her fingers through his hair again, and a third time.&nbsp; With each push through, she exhaled slowly.&nbsp; Her fingertips moved delicately along Mike's feminine neck and gently out to shoulders.&nbsp; (( continued ))<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2006, 21:10:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(( part two ))<br><br>"Close your eyes and feel this.&nbsp; The skin is softer and more sensitive.&nbsp; Most men go right for breasts or puss.&nbsp; They completely miss out on how arousing and sensual it feels to have a man stroke the body." Jessie whispered her words softly, moving to stand behind Mike.&nbsp; "Feel how the individual strands of hair brush against your back, how it tickles softly, how it builds, layer upon layer, desire upon desire.&nbsp; Each little motion, touch and breath is another layer of passion."<br><br>She drew her fingertips faintly over Mike's shoulders, down toward his shoulderblades.&nbsp; The touch was so light that it was barely felt, and yet Jessie could feel the smooth, flawless skin gliding softly beneath the pads of her fingers.&nbsp; She felt a sudden surge of power rolling through her, though where it came from she didn't quite know.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-09-2006, 22:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike's shoulders automaticly tightened as he felt Jesse's fingers coming closer to the middle of his back. "I ... I know all this, Jesse," he breathed softly, his voice catching as she touched him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>11-09-2006, 01:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She frowned slightly, studying the expressions on his feminine face.&nbsp; Her words were softly spoken as she curled her fingers just enough to draw her nails lightly along his spine from neck to waist.<br><br>"You know it... of course you know it.&nbsp; You know what it's like to do it, but you don't know what it feels like."&nbsp; <i>You can't know what it feels like.</i> she added silently.&nbsp; <br><br>When her nails reached his waist, she drew them outward, resting her warm, soft hands just above his hips.&nbsp; She leaned forward just a little, placing a light kiss upon the back of his shoulder, exhaling softly as she did so.&nbsp; Her whisper was barely heard as she moved her hands, fingers splayed, palms flat, over his abdomen.<br><br>"Do you want me to stop, Mike?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>12-09-2006, 04:38:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike shivered, almost jumping, when Jesse drew her nails along his spine. When she asked if she should stop, Mike tried to speak, but couldn't at first, so intense were the feelings coursing thru his body. "Nuh ... nuh ... no!" Mike finally managed to gasp out, turning to face Jesse more fully, and shaking his head. Mike reached out and gripped Jesse's shoulder, letting her feel the tremors running thru his body. "Don't stop, please," Mike whispered softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>12-09-2006, 18:08:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled.&nbsp; It was a gentle, yet proprietary expression.&nbsp; Yet again she felt a ripple of unique pleasure washing through her.&nbsp; There was a power in seeing how her touch, her breath, her words affected this man.&nbsp; He had seemed so untouchable before.&nbsp; No, that wasn't quite right, it wasn't that he'd been untouchable, it was that he hadn't been so visually affected by <i>her</i> touch before.<br><br>Again she smiled up into his eyes.&nbsp; She moved closer to him, feeling his naked flesh brushing against her clothed body.&nbsp; The pads of her fingers moved lightly against the upper swell of Mike's buttocks as she leaned in to brush her nose and mouth against the soft skin at the side of his neck.&nbsp; Her words caressed feathers of breath just below his ear.&nbsp; ( cont )
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>12-09-2006, 18:13:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				( part two )&nbsp; &nbsp; "When it gets too intense, let me know." Jessie paused teasingly, her fingers drifting away from his backside and angling over the outtermost edges of his new, feminine hips.&nbsp; "This first time," she paused teasingly, pressing her clothed body a little more firmly against his bare flesh.&nbsp; "with all these new sensations," her fingers moved back up to his waist and her teeth closed lightly upon his earlobe for a second.&nbsp; "you might find yourself nearing climax," she moaned softly against his neck, exhaling gently just behind his ear while her fingers glided slowly up his sides, just barely brushing the outtermost curves of his feminine breasts.&nbsp; "before you think you should."<br><br>Jessie purred softly against his ear, curling her fingers to drag her nails lightly along his sides, from underarms to waist and back.&nbsp; "If you feel the need to cum, do so."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>13-09-2006, 16:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike moaned with pleasure as Jesse touched him. He groaned audibly as the rough material of her shirt rubbed lightly against the sensitive tips of his breasts, and at Jesse's whispered suggestion, Mike's hands came up, cradling Jesse's head in his hands. Slowly, gently, yet determinedly, Mike brought Jesse's head around, drawing her lips to meet his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>26-09-2006, 22:46:48</strong>
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				As Mike took her head in his hands, pressing a kiss to her lips, she moaned softly against his mouth.&nbsp; She was haunted by him, craving him and she felt the passion rising within her as it had the previous night; when he'd still been a man.&nbsp; She felt a surge of fear lurch through her, but she didn't pull away from that gentle, perfect kiss.<br><br>When he finally released her mouth, she looked into his eyes, those incredible eyes that had fueled a thousand midnight fantasies, and felt the tremble rack her body.&nbsp; She needed him, needed to feel him possessing her.&nbsp; Still, she wanted to possess him, and this might be her only chance.&nbsp; Whether it was a dream, some cruel twist of fate or something more bizarre still, this was her chance to possess him; to make him hers in every way; to drive herself into his mind and obliterate everyone he'd ever been with before.<br><br>To that end, Jessie dropped her hands to Mike's sides, gently caressing his breasts.&nbsp; She cupped them, squeezed gently, then brushed her palms lightly over the hardened nipples.&nbsp; If he tried to stop her with a kiss, she would pull back, just far enough out of reach to frustrate him a little.&nbsp; She then dropped her head, placing a light, gentle kiss in the valley between his breasts.&nbsp; She bit the inner side of his left breast while snagging his right nipple between thumb and forefinger.&nbsp; She nipped at his left nipple, then closed her mouth around it and began to suckle, gently, rolling the left between her fingers in matching rhythm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>30-09-2006, 16:53:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;When Jesse dropped her head to kiss between his breasts, Mike thought his knees were going to give. And when she bit him, he actually swayed. But once Jesse's mouth fastened on his stiffened nipple and began sucking, Mike felt all strength leave his body. As he collapsed, Mike still had the presence of mind to twist sideways, so that he ended up half on the bed, tho' his legs remained splayed out on the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>30-09-2006, 22:47:03</strong>
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				To say she was surprised would have been an understatement.&nbsp; She hadn't actually expected Mike to react so strongly to her.&nbsp; It was thrilling and powerful and sent a spike of intense desire racing through her, but it was still surprising.&nbsp; <br><br>Gently, Jessie pulled back, then shifted to help draw Mike onto the bed.&nbsp; She lay beside him, resting her hand upon his chest, her wrist between his breasts.&nbsp; Her voice was soft and tender as she brushed her lips against his shoulder.<br><br>"Just lay here.&nbsp; Breathe.&nbsp; I'll go a little slower.&nbsp; Just breathe, Mike.&nbsp; Let your body relax."&nbsp; As she spoke, she moved her fingers lightly against his upper chest, her wrist occasionally brushing against the inner sides of his breasts.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>01-10-2006, 01:48:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Th-that's harder than it s-seems," Mike gasped. "You d-don't kn-know ... you can't i-imagine ...." Mike's voice trailed off as he turned to press his lips once again to Jesse's, kissing her deeply and passionately. At the same time, Mike pressed his body even closer to Jesse's, trapping her hand in between their breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>02-10-2006, 08:15:34</strong>
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				She didn't know?&nbsp; She couldn't imagine?&nbsp; Wasn't it just last night that she was crying and gasping and so lost in her desire that she couldn't breathe?&nbsp; Oh, she understood.&nbsp; She knew.&nbsp; She could well imagine.<br><br>Jessie was about to make her protest as Mike took her mouth in another passionate kiss.&nbsp; She felt the contact of his breasts against the material covering her own.&nbsp; The sensation was incredible and induced moisture and an acute ache in her clitoris.&nbsp; She kissed back with an intense passion of her own, though she didn't stop the movement of her fingers against his chest.<br><br>She pulled back from the kiss, reluctantly, gasping softly as she did so.&nbsp; She looked into Mike's eyes, those perfect eyes belonging to the man she'd fallen in love with so long ago.<br><br>"I understand, Mike.&nbsp; Remember last night?&nbsp; I understand.&nbsp; I know."&nbsp; Jessie pulled back just a little farther, enough to shift and cup his breast, dragging her thumb against the underside of his areola.&nbsp; She didn't touch the nipple, but got close.&nbsp; "Yes" she whispered hoarsely.&nbsp; "I know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>14-10-2006, 17:13:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike shook his head, trying to gather enough of his wits to speak. "Y-you ... all n-new ... different," Mike gasped. "You know ... I d-didnnn'ttt ...." Mike's words trailed off as Jesse's fingers cupped and stroked his breasts. His mouth worked, but no words came out as he wordlessly groped for Jesse. Wanting ... NEEDING ... to feel her skin against his, Mike practically ripped off Jesse's shirt and bra before pulling her close once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>13-11-2006, 22:14:40</strong>
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				A soft moan fell from her lips as she moved closer to him.&nbsp; He was feeling such new sensations and the power that gave her made it difficult to not push him farther.&nbsp; She wanted to flutter her fingers over his new clitoris, to thrust him unwillingly into that heady passion.&nbsp; But, she would wait a little longer.&nbsp; It wasn't right to overload him too quickly.<br><br>Jessie pressed her body against Mike's, her lips slowly dragging over his neck.&nbsp; She closed her teeth lightly against the pulsepoint just below his ear, a soft purr vibrating the skin as her tongue flickered in time with his heart beat.&nbsp; Again she wrapped her hand around his breast, gently massaging for a moment before dragging her thumbnail along the hardened nub.<br><br>"Feel it, Mike.&nbsp; Feel it all." she murmured against the moistened skin of his neck.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-11-2006, 16:32:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike reached for Jessie's head, pulling her mouth to his. He needed to taste her lips, needed to feel the warmth of her mouth on his. Mike slid his tongue inside Jesse's mouth, rolling on top of her as he did so. The moves were automatic, familiar, but the result was not. Mike was unable to complete the action, as he couldn't slide himself inside her. He moaned with frustration thru the kiss, finally pulling back just enough to look into Jesse's eyes and ask (almost pleadingly) "How?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>20-11-2006, 07:45:24</strong>
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				As Mike drew her up to his mouth, then rolled her, Jessie whimpered softly.&nbsp; She'd been so controlled, so capable of offering gentle sensation without pushing too far.&nbsp; Yet, the moment she felt his weight upon her, his new body pressing against her, she arched sharply up against him, a long, low moan falling from her craven mouth.<br><br>She looked up into his eyes, her own clouded with her internal hunger.&nbsp; His question arrested her, giving her the time to pull back just a little.&nbsp; Jessie swallowed hard, took a few deep, intense breaths, then smiled softly up at him.<br><br>"You think a technical virgin is going to be able to tell you how to do this?&nbsp; That's not very likely, Michael."&nbsp; <br><br>She offered a very soft laugh, masking her own nervousness, then reached a trembling hand up to lightly caress his cheek.&nbsp; "Breathe, Michael.&nbsp; Breathe.&nbsp; Use your fingers, move slowly, gently, kindly."&nbsp; Jessie looked up at him, hoping he understood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>23-11-2006, 16:17:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Mike slowly brought her hands up to gently yet firmly grasp each side of Jesse's head, as she lowered her lips. Slowly, softly, Mike's tongue probed at Jesse's lips, even as their breasts pressed against each other and their hips ground itogether. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Retribution's Wish (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>09-12-2006, 14:08:38</strong>
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				She gasped into his mouth, unwilling to stall her fingers.&nbsp; While he kissed her, their bodies pressed together, she drew her nails lightly along his sides.&nbsp; As he pressed his hips against her, she reached her hand around and lightly caressed his ass.&nbsp; It was smooth and firm, yet yeilded to her touch.&nbsp; <br><br>Jessie allowed her body to take control of her mind, giving in to the feel of him.&nbsp; Again she caressed his ass, this time adding a squeeze.&nbsp; She spread her thighs, opening herself to him more fully, and she could feel his wetness mingling with her own.&nbsp; <br><br>With her free hand, Jess reached for the nightstand.&nbsp; Her questing fingers found what she sought and she slowly brought the slender vibrator toward their bodies.&nbsp; Slowly, she slid her hand lower on Mike's ass, her fingers reaching for his pussy.&nbsp; When he drew back slightly, preparing for another thrusting press, she danced her fingertips against the tender flesh between anus and vaginal entry.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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