Hot and Cold Running Passions (MP and Incognito)
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				Title: <strong>Hot and Cold Running Passions (MP and Incognito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-12-2007, 23:11:30</strong>
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				Here is an all too familiar scene: two figures pass along a narrow and cobbled street, in the rain, in a well-to-do neighborhood.<br><br>HE...a gray-beared old wizard who strides along as if he owns the road.&nbsp; His deep blue ropes are star-moon-and-sun-spangled, shielded from mud and rain by a traveler's cloak, and look reasonably well made.&nbsp; And of course there is the matter of his staff--it's almost seven feet in length with a knob on the end.&nbsp; Equally 'of course', he is dry, almost certainly having cast a Protection from Weather spell upon himself some time ago.<br><br>SHE...is much shorter, with strawberry blonde hair and a healthy figure, mostly hidden from view by her ill-fitting boy's tunic and leggings, with a backpack too large and heavy for her (which she carries as if it weighs nothing at all).&nbsp; She follows the Wizard with dogged and somewhat weary, wary steps.&nbsp; The poor girl is soaking wet from rain and probably sweat as well.<br><br>Were it not for one small detail, nobody would pay the least attention to the wizard and his apprentice.&nbsp; As it is, the old man draws the eye after speaking but one sentence to his young charge:<br><br>"Come along, boy, step lively!&nbsp; We're nearly there."<br><br>Onlookers may be excused their assumption that the wizard is more eccentric than most, as the girl is quite obviously just that even in spite of her clothes.<br><br>But for now, let us leap forward to another scene...also familiar, in a way.&nbsp; It involves a manse, and a library, and two parents...and their daughter.<br><br>Father--tall, short blonde hair so fair that it's almost white, with chilly ice-green eyes, a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, and finely made yet austere clothes.<br><br>"...and throughout the duration of this joyous festival you will render your full support to both of us.&nbsp; Is that understood?"<br><br>Mother--also tall, her hair a cascasde of honey golden hair pulled back into a braid that drops almost to her ankles, coupled with eyes of deeper green.&nbsp; Her dress is fashionable, dark green silks and satins that hint at more exposure than it actually gives.&nbsp; Silver jewelry with emeralds glitter at her ears, throat, wrists, and fingers.<br><br>"For once, dearest, he and I are in agreement.&nbsp; This is important."<br><br>The object of their statements is obviously their daughter--tall, blonde, green-eyed, and currently sprawled in a chair across the room, her nose in a book to hide the scowl on her face.<br><br>"Oh, very well," she grumbles.&nbsp; "I shall at the least agree to a meeting.&nbsp; And I shall be as dutiful as custom and courtesy demand, but no more.&nbsp; My respect for tradition demands no less, but I do not consent to more than courtesy."<br><br>Her parents share a look, mutual relief mingled with exasperation.&nbsp; Having expected a tempest, they have gotten merely a few dark looks and daughterly disapproval.<br><br>And thus, gentle readers, our stage is set.&nbsp; We needs but bring our players together...the mere function of an instant, for lo, wizard and apprentice now approach the gates of this very manse!
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 06:48:09</strong>
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				“Grandpa...”&nbsp; Came a soft sweet voice.&nbsp; “Why on earth couldn’t you have cast that spell on me as well?&nbsp; All things considering it would be the grandfatherly thing to do.”&nbsp; Her lip curled in a sneer, as she stumbled along behind the tall man. <br><br>Lithe arms moved to hug her chest, hoping to conceal her modesty, or at least draw attention away from the transparency of her clothing.&nbsp; The poor young girl accidentally stepped out of her shoe, and stepped into a puddle completely drenching her sock.&nbsp; <br><br>“I hate the rain....”&nbsp; She mumbled, eyes downcast, she bent down to slide the oversized shoe over her foot once more with a slosh.&nbsp; “How much farther is it anyway?&nbsp; I could really, really, really use a warm bath.”
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 07:04:43</strong>
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				"When I was your age," Grandfather chortles, "we could have gone twice as far, carrying more, in far worse weather without raising a complaint.&nbsp; You youngsters are too soft by far!&nbsp; That's why you lost.&nbsp; But fortunately for you, we're almost there."<br><br>He pauses for a moment, then heads for a particularly stern and forbidding manse.<br><br>"I'm fairly sure this is the right one.&nbsp; Come along!"<br><br>A few moments later, the pair regard a particularly gothic example of portal architecture.&nbsp; The huge gate, set in a dark stone wall, is heavy wood, probably with a slam like the footfall of a titan.&nbsp; There's even a rather nasty gargoyle carved into the top of the archway...<br><br>"Hmmm.&nbsp; Yes, this looks about right."<br><br>He hammers on the door, using the staff.<br><br>"Come on in there!&nbsp; Open up!"
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 07:16:29</strong>
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				“No, I lost because the match was unfair to begin with!”&nbsp; &nbsp;She said as she pointed a finger in the old man’s general direction.&nbsp; “If you hadn’t gone full power against me I might have had a chance, but no!&nbsp; You had to use Archmage level wizardry on me!&nbsp; That’s why I lost...&nbsp; There was no way I could match that!”&nbsp; <br><br>The young girl looked up at the house and shook her head.&nbsp; “You’ve gotta be kidding me, what next, a fucking zombie doorman?”&nbsp; She spat on the floor. <br><br>&nbsp;“You’ve got some damn fucked up friends Grandpa...” There wasn’t much respect in the girls tone surprisingly.&nbsp; "I don't even see the point in all of this,&nbsp; &nbsp;I've got more important things to do then to go to one of your social engagements."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 07:31:49</strong>
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				"Oh, yes, of course.&nbsp; Your enemies will always fight fair, won't they?&nbsp; That makes <em>all</em> the difference, that does."<br><br>Grandfather snorts with ill-disguised and cynical amusement.<br><br>"And we're not here for a <em>social</em> engagement, lad.&nbsp; Although you could say that, I suppose...it's really more of a political and economic arrangement."<br><br>The door swings slowly, creakily open.&nbsp; The liveried servant on the other side looks out at the pair.<br><br>"Yeah?"<br><br>"This is the townhouse of Lord Burleigh?"<br><br>"Yeah. What about it?"<br><br>Grandfather draws himself up to his full height.<br><br>"Inform your lord and master that his former instructor is here to discuss a particular matter of mutual interest."<br><br>The servant looks the wizard up and down, then gives the girl an appraising look as well.<br><br>"Pull the other one!&nbsp; It's got bells on."<br><br>Grandfather frowns.&nbsp; "Look, lad, just pass it on, right?&nbsp; Otherwise I'm going to be quite cross with you and that..."<br><br>The servant laughs.&nbsp; "I know the rules!&nbsp; You aren't allowed to use magic on us mundane folk, so you aren't..."<br><br>"Lad?"<br><br>"Yeah, what?"<br><br>Grandfather's nose twitches.&nbsp; He makes a subtle gesture.&nbsp; The servant vanishes, to be replaced by a rather surprised looking frog.<br><br>"They're more like guidelines."&nbsp; Grandfather raises his voice.&nbsp; "Is there anyone in there I could talk to who's more intelligent than this bloke?"
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 07:44:23</strong>
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				“Threatening the help!&nbsp; You’re such a charmer...”&nbsp; She said rolling her eyes as she leaned against a nearby wall.&nbsp; “Not everyone’s used to being treated like a footstool, a little curtsey can go a long way.&nbsp; Maybe you should remember that the next time we go out in the rain. <br><br>The strawberry blonde looked to the doorman and gave a rather nervous smile.<br><br>“I know that he’s being a bit of a dick.”&nbsp; Said the girl, choosing such an unladylike word.&nbsp; “But, could you please let us in.&nbsp; I’m wet and very cold, and the old codger neglected to protect me with the same spell he’s using.”&nbsp; <br><br>She pushed a few&nbsp; rain drenched locks out of her eyes. “<br><br>He’ll just make your life miserable if you don’t and let me tell you something, this damn old coot knows how to do that better then anyone else on the whole damned planet.&nbsp; So, for both our sakes yours and mind that is, just please let us in.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 07:49:47</strong>
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				The frog croaks mournfully, giving Grandfather an amphibian glare.<br><br>The <em>next</em> doorman who shows up glances nervously at the frog, then at the wizard and finally at the girl.<br><br>"Right.&nbsp; His Lordship's former instructor, was it?&nbsp; Here on important business?&nbsp; Right.&nbsp; If you and your, uhm, apprentice?&nbsp; Would just step this way..."<br><br>The path up to the main door of the manse is cobbled and curved, and the second servant wisely avoids any attempt at small talk.&nbsp; Ushering the pair inside and out of the rain, he hurries off to make the required announcement.<br><br>"I don't see what you're so worked up about, boy!&nbsp; The transformation will wear off shortly.&nbsp; So long as he doesn't hop too far away from his clothes, he ought to be just fine."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 07:58:08</strong>
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				“What I’m so worked up about?”&nbsp; She clenched her tiny fists.&nbsp; “I’m sure that being forced into some disgusting form won’t have any adverse affects for that poor man.”&nbsp; She shook her hair out trying to get rid of a bit of the moisture.&nbsp; “And if you can’t tell gramps I’m being sarcastic.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her shoulders slumped forward.&nbsp; “I think you need to work on empathy....&nbsp; Try putting yourself in someone else’s shoes for once, and maybe, gods willing your attitude will improve. Though, that’s about as likely as grandma winning a beauty contest without your hocus pocus.”
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 08:02:02</strong>
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				Grandfather snorts.<br><br>"You haven't got the feel for this at all, boy!&nbsp; That lackey would have kept us out in the rain for hours if he thought he could.&nbsp; I merely adjusted matters appropriately.&nbsp; Weren't you just saying that you wanted to be inside, out of the wet?"<br><br>Further commentary from the old grouch is cut off by the returning (and rather meek-looking) doorman.<br><br>"Ahhh, pardon us, Venerable One, but His Lordship wishes to see you at once.&nbsp; And...uhm...your companion."<br><br>He glances nervously at the girl.<br><br>"I...believe he was expecting your grand<em>son</em>?"<br><br>"Yes, yes, of course.&nbsp; I quite understand.&nbsp; Lead the way, man."
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 08:14:49</strong>
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				“Can’t win an argument against a man who’s trump card seems to be senility coupled with nigh unmatched mystical prowess.”&nbsp; Her voice was petulant, and while her voice was beautiful, sweet and melodic, she walked and stood like a boy, well except for the occasional inadvertent swaying of the hips.<br><br><br>“This is so fucking embarrassing.”&nbsp; She mumbled as she followed after the other two.&nbsp; “I might as well go hide under a rock..”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 08:19:19</strong>
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				Wizard and apprentice are ushered into an ornate study where an older man and woman immediately approach.<br><br>"Professor!"&nbsp; The man seems overjoyed to see Grandfather.<br><br>"Hello, my dear boy!&nbsp; How are you?&nbsp; And this must be your charming lady wife?"<br><br>The woman curtseys.<br><br>"Professor," she murmurs.<br><br>"So," the man continues, "have you brought your grandson, as agreed?&nbsp; My daughter's overjoyed to meet her intended."<br><br>Grandfather laughs nervously.<br><br>"Ah, yes.&nbsp; About that...there's a bit of a complication..."
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 08:27:21</strong>
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				“A bit of a complication, that’s a fucking understatement.”&nbsp; She whispered under her breath, the poor girl hung her head forward causing her hair to once again fall in front of her face. She felt like she was about to die of embarrassment.&nbsp; <br><br>“Crazy old coot, I can only imagine how he’d be reacting if he was in my shoes.&nbsp; Then again, he probably already would have conjured himself a cure, course, since it doesn’t effect him directly the old geezer doesn’t even lift a finger.”&nbsp; She continued her hushed rant to herself.&nbsp; “At least the frogman doesn’t have to put up with it for life...”
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 17:20:19</strong>
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				Grandfather reaches out, slips a deceptively friendly arm around the girl's shoulder, and urges her forward.<br><br>"The House of Oreste sends my grandson, Gabriel, to fulfill our pact.&nbsp; Here he is."<br><br>The man and woman exchange a look, then both open their mouths to say something.&nbsp; The girl looks up from her book.<br><br>"Oh," she says.&nbsp; "Well, in this case, I accept."<br><br>Her parents share another look.<br><br>"Dearest," her mother intones, "are you quite certain of this?&nbsp; After all, it is most unusual..."<br><br>"Of course I accept," the girl says firmly.&nbsp; "I'm overjoyed to be engaged.&nbsp; To another girl.&nbsp; Can't wait to see the announcements."<br><br>Ahhh.&nbsp; Sarcasm.
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 17:36:15</strong>
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				“Engagement?”&nbsp; Came a rather loud shriek.&nbsp; “You didn’t say anything about this you old fart!&nbsp; You just said we were visiting a colleague, I thought it was just because your broke ass needed some money!”<br><br>She turned her gaze to the girl “And for your information, I’m not a damned girl!&nbsp; At least the geezer has got something right today I’m a man.”&nbsp; She was shaking visibily her small delicate hands both clenched into tight fists.<br><br>“So watch your damned tongue went you talk to me!”
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 17:43:46</strong>
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				While parents gawp and Grandfather shakes his head with ill-disguised amusement, the girl slides gracefully out of her chair, setting her book aside.&nbsp; Gliding easily across the floor, she stops just out of Gabriel's reach and looks down at her.<br><br>"Really.&nbsp; You're a man, are you?"<br><br>One hand comes out to press against Gabriel's breasts.<br><br>"These look <em>so</em> very masculine."<br><br>"Dearest, perhaps..."<br><br>The girl whirls and smiles, somewhat ferally, at her parents.&nbsp; Her voice remains sweetness and light itself, which in no way disguises the underlying ferocity.<br><br>"Oh, no, Mummy!&nbsp; You were dead set on engaging me, sight unseen, on the basis of a verbal contract from before my birth!&nbsp; And as I recall, <span class="bbc_u">my</span> opinion on the matter has been deemed unimportant.&nbsp; Well, here <em>she</em> is, and I've accepted your so-called arrangement!"<br><br>She turns back to Gabriel, that same oh-so-insincere smile on her pretty face.<br><br>"Shall we go discuss this, my intended?&nbsp; Somewhere free of parental interference, that is?"<br><br>Her father still gawps in disbelief, and Grandfather looks like he's going to laugh himself sick in a moment.
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 17:55:36</strong>
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				Her eyes went wide as the strangers hand moved to press against her chest.&nbsp; “Don’t touch those!”&nbsp; Her hand moved to slap the other girl’s away.&nbsp; “Mind your own personal space goddammit I didn’t come in and grope your tits did I!”<br><br>“I ain’t marrying anyone here no matter what you say you damned old coot!&nbsp; I didn’t agree to this, so, ya know what old man, why don’t you marry her, that way the cash will flow right into your knobby fingers anyway.”&nbsp; The girl stepped back frantically looking about the room, her lower lip trembling in rage.<br><br>“As for you” She pointed at Victoria “I not going anywhere with you, and don’t call me your intended I’m not going to play a pawn in one of my grandfather’s money making schemes.&nbsp; And for all I know, you’re going to try and grope me again as the opportunity arises.”
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 18:06:39</strong>
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				The girl tilts her chin haughtily.<br><br>"You refuse hospitality and a courteous offer of a quieter venue?&nbsp; Fine."<br><br>And she strides out, leaving two embarrassed parents, one amused Wizard, and Gabriel in her wake.<br><br>"That," Grandfather says, "could have gone better."
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 18:13:18</strong>
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				“No, no it couldn’t, because you’re involved` Everything you stick your oversized nose in turns to crap!&nbsp; Or in my case a damned girl, I think you knew what the pool was going to do to me, and you just did it for damn shits and giggles!”&nbsp; She growled, not seeming to notice the other girl leaving, or even caring that her parents remained.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 18:16:11</strong>
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				"Well, Professor, this certainly makes things more complicated," the man finally manages, thoroughly nonplussed by the old man's amusement.&nbsp; "But I was rather under the impression that your grandson was just that, and not a granddaughter instead."<br><br>"Yes, indeed," the flustered woman agrees.&nbsp; "I don't know what's come over my daughter, either!&nbsp; She's never done anything like this before..."<br><br>"I suspect it's becuse she's never been engaged before," Grandfather chortles.&nbsp; "However, all is not as it seems.&nbsp; If some warm water could be had, I can explain everything."
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 18:20:40</strong>
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				"Gods below!&nbsp; your not even paying attention to me are you."&nbsp; She glared at the old man.&nbsp; "Atleast admit that all of this is your fault,&nbsp; and maybe, just maybe my mood will improve."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 18:23:18</strong>
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				"Warm water would help?"<br><br>"Warm water would allow my headstrong, stubborn, and unromantic apprentice and heir to return to his normal self so that a more appropriate introduction might be made."<br><br>Father blinks.&nbsp; Mother steps forward and brings her eyes level with Gabriel's.<br><br>"You are, in truth, a boy?"&nbsp; She sounds pretty serious.
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 18:34:33</strong>
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				“Yes.”&nbsp; She said her shoulders slumped forward again.&nbsp; “Despite all appearances I’m a guy...&nbsp; And if you think you’re shocked, why don’t you try dealing with it from my point of view.&nbsp; It’s not fun I can tell you that.”<br><br>Her eyes fell shut.&nbsp; “Like the old man says, a bit of warm water will give you a better glimpse of who I am, so, could you please get me some...”
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-12-2007, 18:40:14</strong>
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				"Interesting," the woman says, a smile playing across her face--a scheming smile, not particularly nice.&nbsp; "You'll do."<br><br>"Warm water, Professor?&nbsp; Easily done."&nbsp; The man turns back to the small fireplace.&nbsp; "I have a quantity of tea here which ought to suffice..."&nbsp; He returns and hands the cup to Gabriel.&nbsp; "Go on, then.&nbsp; Let us see this transformative peculiarity."<br><br>"Cursed pool," Grandfather mutters.&nbsp; "It was an accident, truly!&nbsp; Not that my ungrateful apprentice is inclined to accept this truth.&nbsp; But why, Madame, do you think he'll do?"
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 06:23:11</strong>
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				“A warm bath would have been nicer, but I guess I’ve gotta take what I can get.”&nbsp; <br><br>She lifts the glass over her head, and suddenly pours its still steaming contents over her head.&nbsp; “HOT!”&nbsp; She shrieked, her voice changing to a more masculine tone about halfway through.&nbsp; First her chest flattened out, which was accompanied by the transformation of her hips.&nbsp; His ass lost a bit of its shape, and roundness.&nbsp; While his hair turned to a rather plain brown, features sharpened and height increased until a young man stood in the girl’s place.<br><br>“That’s my trick for the evening folks...”
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 06:33:06</strong>
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				The two parents share another look.<br><br>"You are a boy," says the father, "who turns into a girl with the application of cold water, yes?"<br><br>"As I said," Grandfather chortles.&nbsp; "He's my grandson, appearances to the contrary notwithstanding."<br><br>"Yes, yes, yes, very well," the mother nods impatiently.&nbsp; "Well, it seems my little girl has accepted the engagement, which under the circumstances she ought not have done, but there you are.&nbsp; Thank you, Professor, we shall take it from here..."<br><br>"Nonsense!&nbsp; Why, I can hardly send my old mentor packing at once!&nbsp; He shall be staying here as my guest for a few days at least."&nbsp; Husband glares at wife, but his oily smile doesn't waver.&nbsp; "He will, after all, be more than happy to ensure that his grand<em>son</em> is properly equipped for his new tutelage and living arrangements?"<br><br>"Exactly," Grandfather nods, rubbing his hands together.&nbsp; "I would be remiss not to put my self at young Gabriel's disposal for a few days while he and his new fiancee adjust to matters..."
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				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 06:47:08</strong>
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				“Wh...what?”&nbsp; He said as tea dripped from his hair, his eyes flick from the two strangers to his grandfather.&nbsp; “This, really isn’t what I had planned...”&nbsp; He mumbled to himself as he looked about for a towel.&nbsp; “And I’m still stuck with you old man?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 06:49:54</strong>
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				"Is there something wrong with my daughter, boy?"&nbsp; The father glares at Gabriel, any further outbursts cut off by Grandfather's raised hand.<br><br>"Now, now, no need for that!&nbsp; He just needs to get used to the idea, that's all.&nbsp; As does your charming daughter, no doubt."<br><br>"Yes, there is that..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot and Cold Running Passions (MP and Incognito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 07:07:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No,&nbsp; you're daughters quite pretty I won't deny that...."&nbsp; He said with a bit of a shrug.&nbsp; "I just would have perfered to choose my own wife.&nbsp; Instead of having my grandfather pick her for me.&nbsp; I don't even know her..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot and Cold Running Passions (MP and Incognito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 07:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And she does not know you," Grandfather points out.&nbsp; "Yet, unless I heard incorrectly, she accepted the arrangement.&nbsp; She even offered to chat with your privately about this matter...an offer, I hasten to remind you, that you declined rather directly."<br><br>The grey-bearded wizard smiles oh so very innocently.<br><br>"Thus far, my boy, I'd say she's got the upper hand in this relationship."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot and Cold Running Passions (MP and Incognito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incognito</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 07:23:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“What?”&nbsp; Said the young man, he was bewildered, that much was easy enough to see. “B..but, she groped me!&nbsp; I can only imagine what would have happened if I would have done the same.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hot and Cold Running Passions (MP and Incognito)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 17:56:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you have a fiancee who doesn't mind that you develop a nice rack whenever it rains," Grandfather chortles.&nbsp; "Are you saying you don't like the thought?"<br><br>"Yes," Mother nods, her eyes flashing.&nbsp; "My little girl does seem to have derived some amusement from the situation...not that she's aware that you are in fact a boy."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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