Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)
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				Title: <strong>Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 05:10:37</strong>
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				Isabella Dawson &nbsp;(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F0JNn39nBGg/SVwswEnryaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XHhQayqd8Hk/s1600/Aishwarya-Rai-Pic-020.jpg) signed the last of the papers that would assure her a cheap ranch hand, and a promise from the judge the inmate would be delivered by lunch.&nbsp; A ranch hand that could help restore the once beautiful four hundred acre ranch to what it had once been.&nbsp; The tract of land had been home to more than three hundred horses, her father’s Clydesdales, Stallions, and Breyers all separated of course but still each roamed the land.&nbsp; Now with most of the fences broken and the lack of help it only housed four Stallions and one Clydesdale.<br><br>The house its self needed some work done to it as well and she would love nothing more than to make it her home and not that of her parents.&nbsp; It had been one of the most coveted in the countryside in its day and as much as she loved her parents, their taste weren’t exactly hers.&nbsp; Most of the town’s people had tried to encourage her to sell it.&nbsp; “It’s really too much house for a single woman.”&nbsp; Maybe it was but it was home and at that point in time Isabella needed a piece of home.<br><br>In order to get her divorce quickly, she had settled with only taking her inheritance from her parent’s death and nothing else, which had been fine with her.&nbsp; Her friends from high school couldn’t understand why she would come back to Burlington, not after having wanted out so bad and she did everything she could to avoid a truthful answer only giving that she had missed home.&nbsp; Had her life been the perfect life she had planned she would have never thought about that small town and would have been quick to sell, but nothing is ever what it seemed at least not her marriage.<br><br>Isabella had been the envy in school.&nbsp; She had the perfect wealthy parents who made sure she had everything that she could ever want.&nbsp; An overachiever by far and quick to join in on any after school activities, until she had fallen in love with the local bad boy.&nbsp; She had almost thrown it all away on that boy.&nbsp; Isabella had almost quit school in efforts to follow him off to the big city in search of his dreams, but the day she was to go a wedding announcement in the local news paper ended any of her dreams to run away with him and sent her on her merry way to college after all.<br><br>Pulling the old beat up Chevrolet into the long dirt driveway she quickly pushed the thoughts of the past away.&nbsp; Things didn’t work out for a reason and she had long since accepted it.&nbsp; Isabella might not like it and she had spent many of nights asking herself what might have been had that girl in the city not gotten pregnant would Len and her&nbsp; have made it?&nbsp; Would he have married her instead?&nbsp; Would her nights have been full of love instead of fear?<br><br>“Stop it Isabella, you are doing it again.”&nbsp; She thought to herself as she placed the truck in park and turned the ignition off.&nbsp; The sound of a truck pulling up the drive way behind her caught her attention and she smiled to herself.&nbsp; Her help was there.<br><br>Isabella pulled her long dark brown hair up into a high ponytail and wore a pair of well worn jeans and a white t shirt tied in the middle due to the heat.&nbsp; The season might have been fall but summer was fighting to remain which might aide in holding winter off a little longer, but damn it was hot.&nbsp; She smiled to the driver as he excited his truck.&nbsp; “Early aren’t we?”&nbsp; She asked taking the paper from him looking up at the man instantly there had to be some sort of mistake.&nbsp; “Len?”&nbsp; She asked curiously staring within the truck.&nbsp; It couldn't be him, could it?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 15:58:56</strong>
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				Len Morgan (http://bigyellowtaxi.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/md2.jpg) had spent the last three years in jail being transferred to one here after only a few weeks in the city one. His life had changed a lot from high school where he was just a typical 'bad boy' who didn't pay attention to the rules to going to the big city and becoming a gangster. Not the same ones that are portrayed on T.V. now with the baggy jeans and bandanas on but a true gangster, he had gotten in with the mob. Things had been going good for a long time and he had been making his way up the ranks slowly but in the end it hadn't been his personal life that had gotten him locked away. <br><br>He had been seeing a girl for a while now, her name was Sara and she was a cute girl and seemed nice enough, at least to start but she had a more wild and crazy side that came out every once and a while. She had reported to the police that she had been beaten by him often one night after she did get beat up at the bar. That night he had been driving as some of the rest of the 'family' shot out a head mob boss at a restaurant. After dropping them off her had drove the getaway car to his garage at him. <br><br>There he was stopped by the police who arrested him and later found that it was the very same car used in the drive-by. There wasn't much choice but to admit he had been the one that was driving but didn't rat anybody else out. He was to be used as an example and even with the influences his boss had he couldn't get out of jail. He was busted because his girlfriend blamed him for something he didn't do. She had been at the club getting in trouble and got beat around bad and decided to blame it on him. Needless to say that relationship was over quickly after that.<br><br>There were too many gangs and threats on Len's life though in the city jail so they decided to send him back to his hometown and let them deal with him the way they should have in the past. They had enough cases on his for minor things that he could have been locked away but they were a rather lenient town. Besides hald the police department spent time with his whore of a mother regardless of they were married or not and sometimes Len had known they were there so they didn't want to cause trouble at home. A slap on the wrist was all he ever got.<br><br>When he heard about the new release program he signed up right away. It might not have been a get out of jail free card but it was a chance to get outside in more than just a fenced in area that was too small to do anything in. He hadn't been even close to the first one chosen because they were hesitant of his record that said he had abused his girlfriend and he was a liability. After being interviewed again it had been decided he was no real risk and chances were he probably didn't do it. Just to be safe; legally, the person who had decided to take him in had to fill out a lot of forms. None said his name, only his number 1000654-98 was written on the paper and she was to sign that he had been there and fax them right away. <br><br>Driving had been nice, it was something he had missed and even with the insistent beeping of the tracker around his ankle it was peaceful. At least more peaceful that listening to people argue over who was going to win NASCAR that week.<br><br>He hadn't even noticed that the house address he had been given was the same of the one girl he head truly loved when he was younger. He had big dreams of going to the city and he asked her to come with him. Heck he was going to ask her to marry him and come with him where she could still finish school since he knew that's what she wanted to do. Luckily he hadn't. His friend found out that right before he was going to leave she had gotten pregnant with another guys baby. Len was sure it couldn't have been his because they always used protection so he didn't even bother to say goodbye, him and Alan left town that minute. He had missed her though and thought of her often even though she had broken his heart. <br><br>Pulling up in the old Dodge Ram Len got out of the truck gripping tight to the papers in hand his cowboy had pointing low only seeing the woman's legs and... flat sexy stomach thanks to her shirt. It had been years since he had been with a woman but the rules were strict about trying to touch one. On top of the papers was a button that if she pressed would call the police in right away as well as send a shock to him. Safety first right? He handed her the paper not looking at her face, if it was anything like her body it would only add to the disappointment. <br><br>"Yeah" he answered turning to look at the old ranch. It looked very familiar but he hadn't been a real country boy, he couldn't tell you what cow was better for what job. He could fix things and that was about it. Then she said his name and he recognized the voice and pulled off his cowboy hat looking at her for a few long seconds as his eyes adjusted to the sun behind her causing her to glow. Then when he could see her it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Even if she had cheated on him and had a baby looking at her now....<br><br>He missed her more than he ever realized. "Isabella...." he said slowly looking at her his original smile now fading to a neutral look. She had been with him and had a child with someone else, one of the rich kids he was told. Nothing to smile about here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 02:14:46</strong>
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				Isabella would have given him a hug, that’s what old friends did.&nbsp; They hugged each other after having not seen each other in a long time.&nbsp; The look on his face did more than stop her, it was more than just surprise at it being her but almost as if he wished to be anywhere but there and more than just the sentence reasoning.&nbsp; She didn’t really understand the look, he had been the one to run off and marry someone else.&nbsp; He had ran off and gotten some city girl knocked up.&nbsp; Len had been the one to leave her as if she had never mattered.<br><br>She took the papers and the button and waited a moment before looking them over.&nbsp; It was strange him being back there with her.&nbsp; Hell everybody in town at one time or another said he would wind up in prison, Isabelle on the other hand had always thought he would make something of himself.&nbsp; To go on and become some big shot, possibly a lawyer, but she must have been wrong.<br><br>It was becoming more of a common thing that she was wrong more times than she was right.&nbsp; Mike, whom they had gone to school with and she had latter married, had been one of the sweetest guys she had known.&nbsp; He was popular, a great student and football had been his calling even earning him a scholarship to the university.&nbsp; They hadn’t started dating until the thanksgiving after graduation with her quickly transferring schools as they had grown more serious.<br><br>The once sweet, loving, man that she had come to know had quickly turned abusive after their wedding.&nbsp; Rumors of the affairs had been bad enough, but on those days that he seemed to come home more than pissed off had been what truly ended it.&nbsp; Isabella pushed the thoughts away once more that day and looked up at the man now standing on her land.&nbsp; “So how is Alan?&nbsp; I assume the two of you are still friends?”<br><br>If she remembered correctly, Alan had been Len’s best friend not to mention his counterpart in the small town crimes of spray painting the school.&nbsp; Isabelle quickly dropped her eyes to the paper work flipping through it.&nbsp; A drive by, supposed connection to the mob although there was no proof but it was still an ongoing process, and domestic violence of a girlfriend named Sara.&nbsp; Well the last part struck home and the features on her face were no longer friendly.<br><br>“I guess that leads to the question as to how your wife and children are, then.”&nbsp; Isabelle would have most likely been on the bandwagon of Len’s innocents on the last part but Mike had more than proven to her that people were not always what they seemed.&nbsp; The guard quickly caught her attention and she dismissed him with the promise that everything would be fine before she turned her attention back to Len.&nbsp; “We have work to do and we are getting a late start so I guess we need to get a move on then.”<br><br>Isabelle led him out to the barn in the back, the way back.&nbsp; It wasn’t a short walk and with the sun beaming down only added to the heat and the trip.&nbsp; Even with his track record she had to admit Len was quiet nice on the eyes.&nbsp; The cowboy hat, though a necessity to keep the sun out, definitely didn’t fit with her image of him of years ago.&nbsp; “You know the rules right?&nbsp; Do as you’re told and I supply you with a room to sleep in and food to eat.&nbsp; Friday’s are paydays.&nbsp; It’s not much but according to the state inmates aren’t paid the normal pay.&nbsp; You can go into town when I take you and your parents are allowed to visit if you want on Sundays and Wednesdays.&nbsp; Another visitors though, you need permission to see so please don’t have them just show up unexpected.”<br><br>Isabelle paused a moment and looked up at the bright sky.&nbsp; “If you break the rules I have no problems with sending you back to where you came from.&nbsp; Now, I think all that we have time for today is moving the hay stacks.&nbsp; I want you to move all of that out front into the barn and line it beside the left wall, neatly please.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 07:41:40</strong>
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				Len couldn't help but feel betrayed when he looked at her. She was every bit as beautiful as she had been when he had last seen, even more so. The years had been very kind to her but it was hard to think of that beauty. That same woman that had cheated on him as a teen and had another man's baby was now the woman he had to work for. People said a lot of bad things about Len when he was growing up, even when he was a kid he had been labelled because of his parents but they all said he didn't care about anything because he was just a 'thug' as they put it. They had all been wrong, he cared about something...It had been Isabella. She had been the only woman that he ever wanted to marry.<br><br>But that was a long time ago, he learned then that women were all the same, just like his mother. Every relationship after her had been tainted by the past. Len thought every woman would cheat on him sooner or later just like she had... and to think they all said she was a good girl. He was partially wishing that she would cancel this thing, mention that they had&nbsp; a past and read the file and didn't trust him. He didn't want to see her and her husband holding hands and chatting. He didn't want to see the spawn of her that had ruined Len's prospective on women. <br><br>He liked seeing her though as much as he didn't want to admit it. <br><br>"Dead" he answered flatly leaning on the back of her truck crossing his arms high over his chest. It had been a sad ending, at least to Len it had been. All the people around here probably seen it coming, and they sure as hell didn't go to the funeral. His mom only went because he left her money. She didn't seem to care that it was clearly illegal money then. No, everything was find when they had money. Funny how people were. <br><br>Len snorted a laugh when she mentioned him having a wife and kid "you have me pegged wrong" he said shaking his head looking around the ranch. It was vaguely familiar and he remembered certain things. He watched as the guard and her spoke, too bad... she wanted him here. After her last comment he didn't even want to see her. Len was a lot of things but he didn't beat the women he was with. It was easier to leave them when things got too intense and he couldn't deal with them. He had always had the big city dreams but he was still a country boy.<br><br>"Yeah, wouldn't want to fall behind" he muttered more to himself than Isabella as he gently pushed himself away from the truck and started following her. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black sleeveless shirt that fit snug against his toned body. He had always been average but when you were in jail there wasn't much else to do so he went to working out. He wasn't big rugged muscle like a lot of the other guys around town but more of the defined look, gym created not hard work. <br><br>The hat had come from the jail, they didn't want their inmates getting heatstroke so they demanded they at wore the hats. Len hated it, he would have rather had his ball cap but they insisted otherwise. Turning around as they walked ensuring the truck was gone he pulled off the hat and set it in a post of the old fence as they passed it. He could see the barn in the distance, he wasn't really looking forward to the work. He was sure he'd be out here working hard which Isabella went inside with her man, maybe worked on another child. The heat and those thoughts were starting to make him angry but he tried not to let it show. <br><br>With a firm nod he said "Yeah I've been informed of the rules. Warden isn't gunna just send out some convicts to family farms without some ground rules. At least I'm assuming" he added sarcastically gritting his teeth at the mention that his parents could visit. "I won't have anyone else on your farm...ma'am" he said faking a half bow as they walked him a little bit behind her. His fists were clenched but not overly tightly and kept their normal color at least. <br><br>He didn't respond at first as he walked up and grabbed a bale of hay after opening the barn door "I don't care" he said lowly but as he spoke his tone got louder. "Send me back if you want, get some other convict to work your damn farm" he started as he entered the barn but continued even from inside where there was a bang as the bale hit the wall then fell down flat. "Wouldn't be the first time I was going something for you and you thought someone else would be better at it right? Only this time I'm being paid. Don't worry; I don't expect any special treatment from you, I know where I stand in your eyes" he was almost yelling as he grabbed to bales and pulled them into the barn using his anger to help him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 16:57:20</strong>
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				The sudden yelling and hurtful words quietened Isabelle as she waited for the following blow.&nbsp; That was how it happened wasn’t it?&nbsp; First they were angry then they yelled and the next thing she knew she was picking herself up off the ground bruised ribs and all.&nbsp; That’s how it had been with Mike most of the time, although there were those times that the blow had come from nowhere.&nbsp; At least with the yelling it gave her time to brace for it.<br><br>Isabelle watched as he hauled the bales of hay into the barn.&nbsp; How long she had stood there she didn’t know as she went over his words. Questioning the one that had struck the hardest of how it wouldn’t be the first time she had chosen someone else to do something for her because she thought they would be better at it.&nbsp; None of it made sense to her.<br><br>It was almost as if he were blaming her for the past.&nbsp; He had been the one that hadn’t shown that night.&nbsp; He had left her alone and crying on some dirt road where they were supposed to meet.&nbsp; He had dashed her dreams of a happy life away from that damned small town not her.<br><br>Len had been the one eager to use her and feel good about it then leave her.&nbsp; She had loved him, told him her deepest darkest secrets, needs, desires, and dreams.&nbsp; Everyone had told her not to trust him he was just a thug but she had been certain he was more than that.&nbsp; That he was a man of his word.&nbsp; That he would take her away from Burlington, marry her and make her dreams come true as he had promised so many times in the backseat of his old car.<br><br>How long did he really think that she would sit around waiting?&nbsp; He had left before graduation, he was supposed to of taken her with him when he left but he didn’t.&nbsp; She had spent six months waiting on him to come back for her and tell her he was sorry and made a mistake.&nbsp; The wedding announcement had come the same weekend he had left.&nbsp; She had no other reason to think that when he was telling her he was busy that he was really slipping around to the city in order to see the girl he knocked up.&nbsp; Then left without a word to marry her instead of Isabella leaving no explanation other than a short news paper article on their secretive nuptials.<br><br>She finally pushed her fear of him hitting her away.&nbsp; If he was going to do it then she would at least give him a reason as to why he should.&nbsp; “You know where you stand in my eyes?”&nbsp; Anger clear in her voice although she didn’t yell.<br><br>“I’ll tell you where you stand.&nbsp; I see a man who didn’t have the balls to tell his girlfriend that he had knocked some city girl up.&nbsp; I see a man who lied to me over and over and made me think that he loved me when he never did.&nbsp; Tell me something Len; were you really that bored with life here that you thought it was okay to use me, to lie to me while you were seeing someone else?&nbsp; I loved you when everyone said not to, I trusted you when everyone said not to and I defended you when everyone said you were good for nothing.&nbsp; So if anyone chose anyone over the other it was you because of what?&nbsp; &nbsp;She was more experienced than I was or she was prettier or because I just cured your boredom when you couldn’t slip into the city?”&nbsp; <br><br>She stared at him a moment then turned and headed back to the house.&nbsp; Tears threatening to fall as she did, every pent up emotion she had ever had coming to the surface.&nbsp; If anyone had the right to be angry and accusing it was her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 06:17:09</strong>
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				Len did have anger issues, that much he could admit to but when it came to women he used his words and not his fists. When it came to men it was sometimes the other way around and as his anger built up he was hoping that the guy she cheated on his with would come up and see how things were going. He heard they got married, moved, lived happily ever after. Of course he didn't know the rest and he wasn't going to ask about her. He didn't want her to even know he had still had feelings for her. Not after what she had done, it just wasn't right or fair. <br><br>She just stood there, watching him. She looked worried but she was probably enjoying the sight in her head. Everyone had been right about him, and it had been Isabelle that had kept him even somewhat grounded. Without her he was basically a lost cause. Free to embellish in the life he fantasized about when he watched movies or heard the news. Without her he had fallen further than he wanted to admit. <br><br>Not as far as he was accused of but far enough. <br><br>"I think I can imagine" he shot back quickly not bothering to look at her as he grabbed another bale of hay. He was a criminal and he was here to do a job. He wasn't here to make friends or amends with his ex lover. Maybe the two should have just started off by her pointing him where to go, no words exchanged at all. It would have been easier that way rather than digging up the path but no, that wasn't how it went down. <br><br>Now he was sure that she was going to tell him just how low she thought of him. Give him the reason for what she had done and how it was his fault she couldn't keep her legs closed and didn't bother to break up with him first. That he might have been able to handle, at least without too much hatred pointed in her direction but for her to do that and then not even tell him... he had to find out through a third party. It made him sick thinking about it even though it was years ago it had all happened. He could feel his whole body beg to shut down but he kept doing his job, waiting and listening to what <em>she</em> had to say.<br><br>Then he paused, just inside the barn when he heard her words... they didn't make sense to him. He had no idea who the hell she was talking about but it wasn't him. He tossed the bale to the side and walked out of the barn when she was done speaking. It all didn't make sense to him but there was some type of disconnect her. Was the reason she cheated on him...he looked up at her for the first time since he had started moving the hay and she was headed off. He ran after her grabbing her arm, not too tightly but tight enough that he'd be able to turn her around and stop her from walking. <br><br>"So that's why you did it then? That's why you cheated on me? You thought I was off with some damn city girl and got her pregnant? You couldn't even ask me about it?" he asked looking her deep in the eyes missing the fact he never asked her about what he heard. "I thought you knew me better back then, or at least better than everyone else. I don't claim to be a good guy and you knew that, I still don't. But Isabelle... you were the only good thing in my life and what you did" his face turned red but he didn't squeeze her arm harder.<br><br>"It...nearly killed me" he swallowed the lump hard. He had thought about it after he found out... death and escaping the pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 16:57:07</strong>
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				Isabella’s eyes widened, like that of a deer caught in the headlights as Len’s hand came down on her arm, spinning her around.&nbsp; Here they were in the middle of nowhere, with no one around to hear her screams.&nbsp; She was at his disposal and he could do what he wanted, beat her worse than she had ever experienced and there was no one there to stop it.<br><br>He hated her and that was plain to see.&nbsp; His records showed that he was more than willing to hit a woman that he loved.&nbsp; If he would hit one he loved then there was no stopping him from hitting her.&nbsp; He hated her and Isabella was sure the blows would start to come.&nbsp; Though she didn’t know why he hated her so much?&nbsp; <br><br>There past had been his choice.&nbsp; Isabella would have followed him to the end of the world had he asked her instead of leaving her.&nbsp; But he hadn’t.&nbsp; He hadn’t asked her to.&nbsp; He hadn’t even bothered to tell her why it was she was never good enough for him.<br><br>Isabella stood stunned listening to him.&nbsp; Listening to him question her as to why she had done it, not bothering to move her arm from his grip.&nbsp; It was obvious that he was faster and stronger than she was.&nbsp; He could easily recover the situation if he chose.<br><br>“Cheated?&nbsp; Why I cheated?”&nbsp; Isabella glared at him a long hard moment.&nbsp; “I didn’t cheat on you Len Morgan and that’s the sorriest excuse I have ever heard.&nbsp; You’re the one who ran off and got married.&nbsp; I read the newspaper article.&nbsp; You know the one your mother ran, the one she bragged all over town about how her beautiful son had gone and married the prettiest little thing.”<br><br>Her tears finally began to fall reliving the humiliation she had felt as everyone within the town had whispered behind her back.&nbsp; “You are the one who cheated, you’re the one who ran off and married some city girl and you’re the one who got her pregnant.”&nbsp; She jerked her arm lose from his grip.<br><br>“I waited on you Len Morgan, I waited for you to come and tell me it was all a lie.&nbsp; But you never did.&nbsp; So tell me how it is that I cheated on you?&nbsp; Please entertain me with the how I cheated on you when Mike and I never started seeing each other until way after you left town, when I had to accept that you weren’t coming back?&nbsp; Tell me how it’s cheating when you were married to someone else and no longer here?&nbsp; Tell me how I cheated Len because you’re the one who moved on while making promises to me that you never intended to keep?”<br><br>Isabella had to stop a moment to catch her breath as the words had came tumbling out.&nbsp; “And how in the hell was I the best thing that ever happened in your life when you were the one cheating on me?&nbsp; And you were the one who chose someone else over me, yet, I’m supposed to believe that I was the best thing in your life and it nearly killed you?&nbsp; You moved on Len Morgan and left me in this hell hole of a town not me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 06:17:39</strong>
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				Len didn't so much as lift a hand towards her, he just needed her attention. He needed to get his point across to her that he had known what she had done and how it had all played out. She seemed scared of him, she believed he had done what the papers said e had done but why shouldn't she? She cheated on him and got with another man before he even told her what his plans were for them. True love died that night he left her behind while she was with another man. There was only lust and heartbreak. <br><br>She had to have despised him back then to do that to him. There was nothing worse in his mind than cheating on someone you were with. He had done many criminal things in his life, stole even killed but to lie and cheat on someone, even as teenagers was something unforgivable in his book. What he did wasn't personal, it was business. But for her to let some other guy... it was too hard to think about. <br><br>Staring right back at her, his emotions were not evident on his face except for the anger. He used anger as a mask to try and hide the feelings he really felt. when he was alone at night he cried about it sometimes. Everyone thought he was the big tough bad boy with no feelings .For most things he was, but the things he loved and cared for could be used against him. Even after what she had done he was going to go back to her after a few days but Alan told him that she got pregnant from that time. She was having some guy's kid, he couldn't live with that.<br><br>Len laughed, it wasn't one of amusement but of annoyance "I've never been married for Chirsts sake and you know damn well my mom never cared what I did or who I was with. Don't give me some bull about her going to the newspaper, Alan came back, he would have told me about that" he grunted shaking his head. Really? She was going to say this crap, and who cared if he really would have since she had opened her legs to some other guy before he left. <br><br>He let her take her arm back and was going to say something else but she continues and he listened. His anger didn't fade but it was placed elsewhere in him. She believed something that hadn't happened and... well she seemed to be here alone with no sign of a child in the yard. Things started to swirl in his head and he had to sit down on a hay bale to keep from falling over. He looked at Isabelle as she kept talking asking how it was cheating when he supposedly went off and married another girl. None of this made sense. <br><br>Taking a few deep breaths Len looked at Isabelle, she was so sad and the tears were streaming down his face. Standing up slowly Len walked over to her swallowing hard. It was easier being mad at her than realizing that they had been apart for no reason, apparent lies. It was killing him that she had been with another guy because people were bullshitting the both of them. <br><br>"You...you never cheated on me the week before I left and found out you were going to have a kid did you?" he asked but didn't wait for a response "that is the story that I had been told before I left. That night..." he paused and looked at the ground. "I guess it doesn't matter what that night would have been since you are with Mile now. Just know I never got married, I never cheated on you I never had a kid. There were other reasons I was away and it had nothing to do with another girl" he sighed and turned to start putting the bales into the barn at a slower pace. <br><br>All of this had come too late, she was with Mike.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 18:16:22</strong>
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				“Alan didn’t did he?&nbsp; Didn’t tell you that I wasn’t seeing someone else?&nbsp; Didn’t tell you that I begged him to take me to see you?&nbsp; Maybe your friend Alan wasn’t as good of a friend as you thought.”&nbsp; Isabella swallowed hard as he laughed about his mother having never cared about who Len had been with.&nbsp; It was true that she hadn’t when it was her but how was Isabella supposed to know that she wouldn’t care if he were with anyone else.&nbsp; It wasn’t like Len had taking her home to have Sunday dinner with his family.<br><br>“You can believe what you want as far as your mom goes.&nbsp; All I know is what I heard in town and what I’ve read in the papers.”&nbsp; Isabella wasn’t sure as to why she was trying to convince Len of anything, that was then and this was now.&nbsp; Life went on and everything changed, they weren’t those two teenagers who had been madly in love anymore.<br><br>She wasn’t that girl who snuck out and climbed down the large oak tree outside her bedroom window at midnight to meet the boy her father had forbidden her to see.&nbsp; Isabella wasn’t the girl who use to sneak liquor from her parents liquor cabinet just to prove she could be as bad as Len, anymore.&nbsp; She wasn’t the free spirit she use to be.&nbsp; That girl had died the moment Len had walked out of her life.<br><br>Isabella shook her head at the question of her cheating.&nbsp; “No, I didn’t Len Marshall and as much as I thought you knew me, it’s pretty obvious that you didn’t.”&nbsp; She said softly knowing there was no use in fighting anymore.&nbsp; Not over something that had happened years ago.&nbsp; “Now you have work to do and I have work that needs to be done as well.&nbsp; When you’re done moving the hay you can come back to the house.”<br><br>She turned and headed back to the house, not answering the remark about Mike and her.&nbsp; What was she really supposed to do, suppose to say?&nbsp; I was his punching bag for years?&nbsp; He hit me like you hit your girlfriend?&nbsp; It wasn’t like she expected Len to accept why she had finally left Mike, to understand her fear of the abuse and it going too far.<br><br>Isabella was pretty certain that he still didn’t believe her as far as the newspaper article went.&nbsp; She didn’t know the complete story behind Len and his parent’s only bits and pieces told in the past and as for the present she didn’t know anything.&nbsp; Pushing the front door open the coolness of the air greeted her.&nbsp; At least the air conditioner had been replaced earlier in the week and they wouldn’t have to deal with the heat at night or during the day.&nbsp; Hopefully though fall would make its presence and they wouldn’t need the air conditioner.<br><br>For now Isabella’s mind wasn’t on the air conditioner, the repairs needed to the house or the season change but finding that wedding announcement.&nbsp; She climbed the stairs to her old room and pulled the photo album that had been hidden all those years ago, out.&nbsp; It was really for memories, memories she should have let die all those years ago.&nbsp; Flipping through the pages she came across a photo of her and Len, then the wedding announcement.&nbsp; The wedding announcement as short and sweet as it was, that told everyone that Len Marshall had gotten married the previous weekend.<br><br>She carried the album back to the living room and placed it on the table, page open to her proof that he had gotten married, no matter what he said.&nbsp; The article had said enough that he had gotten married and with his not coming back had only cemented the authenticity of it.&nbsp; What other excuse could there have really been, at least all those years ago.&nbsp; Isabella then disappeared into the kitchen and started dinner.&nbsp; He may hate her, he may not want to be there and if he truly didn’t then she would send him back in the morning.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 15:39:22</strong>
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				Len glared at Isabelle as she spoke, he hadn't been told that by Alan, not at all. She was right (assuming she was telling the truth) Alan hadn't been a very good friend if he didn't tell him that. In all honesty he wasn't a very good friend regardless, he was selfish and more than willing to put himself above all others. He was dead now though, no chance to defend himself though Len was sure he would, a lie, without breaking a sweat. He was a rat like that but he was still his friend. He gritted his teeth but said nothing only shaking his head to let he know her had not been informed. <br><br>"Then someone set me up. I haven't been married... why would I marry someone you know how I feel about that" his tone wasn't quiet as aggressive now as he was starting to work things out in his mind. They had both been lied to by someone and that was really starting to anger him. Isabelle had been the only girl he really cared about. That's why his relationships after didn't work out. They were never as good as her and as much as he wasn't only about looks they didn't hold a candle to her in that aspect either. <br><br>He had the best then he lost it...for no reason it seemed to be. <br><br>His jaw clenched growing tight as she spoke. "Nobody thinks they will be cheated on and everyone thinks that they are safe from it no matter how amazing the person they are with is. Doesn't mean they don't go out and fuck anyway" he said looking at her. His last sentence came out harsher than he meant it to but it was out there now. He turned his back away from her and got back to work. He was slower than he had been but still going decently fast. he didn't get tired easily but when he was halfway done he sat on the bales of hay outside. <br><br>Len had been expecting the day to be tiring but physically rather than mentally. The things he was finding out, how shitty his life had turned out because of lies. He had always told Isabelle that he thought marriage was a scam but that hadn't stopped him from buying a diamond ring for her. The same one he threw in her yard driving by as he left town. He wanted to be with her forever and a lot of country people believed in marriage and he was willing to make her happy. They weren't even done High School at the time but he was going to give it to her. It was meant to be a surprise but he was the one that ended up with one. <br><br>Now years later he was finding out it all might have been a lie. He could have been with her all this time. Thinking that made him get up on his feet and get back to work stacking the hay as was requested of him against a wall nice and straight. She was married now though, he couldn't do anything about it. He wanted her back, more than anything but how could he? She loved another now. <br><br>When he was done he headed to the house at a slow walk. He wasn't sure how things would play out from here? Would he just have to be a good little prisoner and watch as another man kissed the woman he loved. Watch as their child called her mommy? It was going to be hard he knew that but this was not only his only chance on the outside of jail but his only chance to be able to talk to Isabelle and see her. Maybe there would be some way to win her back. That would mean he would have to break up a family though. <br><br>He had been selfish his entire life and that got him nowhere. If she was truly happy he'd let it be, suffer in silence. When he reached the door he wasn't sure what to do, just walk in or knock. Since it was his first time back at the house he decided to knock. Besides, he didn't want to walk in on her and her man...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 17:37:55</strong>
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				“Doesn’t mean they don’t go out and fuck anyway.”&nbsp; The words had played themselves through her head all evening.&nbsp; Mike had done his fair share of fucking around on her throughout their marriage.&nbsp; The funny thing about it was that Isabella had never cared.&nbsp; <br><br>If Mike had a boy’s night out that meant a break for her.&nbsp; Isabella had never enjoyed the love making with Mike and had spent more times than not faking any enjoyment within it, it left her lacking.&nbsp; She hadn’t rushed into it the way she had with Len, instead she waited until they were married.&nbsp; Looking back on it the only reason she had ever married him was to ease the pain of losing Len and nothing to do with actual love.<br><br>Mike’s nights out fucking around meant his time was occupied elsewhere leaving her to a night of peace and not hell.&nbsp; That was until he wanted to gloat about it informing her of how bad a lover she was and how great his mistress was.&nbsp; How she embraced being with him and enjoyed it where as Isabella was as cold as the dead.&nbsp; Then it always turned violent, an outburst about how Isabella must be sleeping around seeing as she was never eager to please him.<br><br>Then there was the forcing of him on to Isabella.&nbsp; The nights of having his sweaty alcohol infused body on top of hers as he thrust violently into her.&nbsp; Her screams of pain and pleads for help going unanswered until he had spent himself within her and Mike passed out.&nbsp; Isabella’s evenings always ended the same, her in the shower scrubbing herself until her skin was raw and tears until she could fall asleep.<br><br>Their friends, their family all thought they had the perfect marriage, the perfect home, and the perfect careers.&nbsp; Everything about them seemed perfect on the outside, but Isabella knew differently from the inside.&nbsp; Her friends had asked her why she hadn’t spoke out, why she hadn’t asked for help, why it was she hadn’t left.&nbsp; The truth was Isabella had long since begun to believe what Mike had said.&nbsp; She was useless, she was worthless, she was nothing but a whore for letting Len Morgan touch her and she was nothing without Mike.<br><br>The night that the police were finally called, the night that the abuse had gotten so bad was the night that Isabella had finally packed her bags and left.&nbsp; Who she thought was her friends turned on her, choosing to remain on Mike’s side cementing what he had told her over and over again within her mind.&nbsp; Isabella could have gone back she could have had her life back but loneliness was better than spending nights in the arms of someone she hated and the beatings she endured.&nbsp; Coming home wasn’t easy for her and she was still struggling.<br><br>Now she was forced to face the facts that everything she had known or heard of Len was a lie and her life had gone to hell for some unknown reason to her.&nbsp; If she had to choose anyone in her past that would or even could be behind such an elaborate scheme she would have to choose her father.&nbsp; The man hated Len from the moment go.&nbsp; He hadn’t hidden his feelings of Len and only voiced them louder when he had heard of his daughter’s involvement with the town’s bad boy.<br><br>The knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts and back to reality.&nbsp; Isabella pulled the door open then motioned for Len to come in.&nbsp; “You don’t have to knock.&nbsp; I mean you live her to right well for the moment any way.”<br><br>She turned and headed back into the kitchen.&nbsp; “I guess you’re hungry and dinner will be done shortly but make yourself at home and there is beer in the refrigerator or anything else you would prefer to drink I don’t know the rules on you and alcohol.”&nbsp; Isabella explained nervously.<br><br>“I haven’t called the sheriff’s department yet but if you still wanted to be transferred somewhere else then I’ll call them first thing in the morning.”<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 06:12:32</strong>
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				Len couldn't even imagine what she had gone through. He had assumed she led a happy life and got married, maybe eventually had a kid since she hadn't been pregnant when he left her. She had been the perfect girl in Len's eyes when they were younger and she deserved to be treated like the best. She had deserved better than him the entire time but nobody ever said the young 'thug' wasn't a selfish one. Keeping her to himself had been the biggest selfish move he had ever made. She deserved someone better and it was safe to assume she had found it. <br><br>He didn't know how wrong he was but if he knew he'd probably try and find Mike and give them a real reason to be behind bars. He still had a flame for her even if he couldn't admit it. He should have checked with her before he left, found out the truth but then what? She would have come with him, been around bad people making it hard to do good for herself. Look at her now... running her parents old place. <br><br>He knew what it was like to be cheated on though. A few of his relationships hadn't been the best, the girls had seemed sweet, reminded him of a country girl that was in the city too long but they were only interested in one thing, sex. They had even done it on his bed with a stranger when he was out of town. He hadn't loved them but they had been going steady and it hurt. He did the tough guy thing and acted like he didn't care after leaving her but it stuck with him. The one thing he couldn't imagine was being forced. It would have made him sick if he knew that happened to her. Not disgusted with Isabella but that someone could do that to someone as precious as her. <br><br>When she answered the door there was so much Len wanted to say but he didn't. He shrugged his shoulders instead "I guess it's more like boarding though..." he said slowly walking into the house. He was wet from perspiration from his work but didn't seem to be breathing heavily even after the long walk. He walked in sitting at the table for a few seconds. <br><br>"I'm not allowed... I mean legally I am allowed but I've quit. Part of a 10 step program type of deal" he said with a shrug reaching in his pocket pulling out a coin with a 2 on it indicating his two years of sobriety. He pushed it back into his pocket realizing it wasn't really that big of a deal and it was something stupid to be proud of. He had been afraid he'd turn into his dad so he was eager to get started on it. He was truly clean too, not one of the ones that have a drink here or there but only half a cup. <br><br>That was all he had in his years since he left her. All his money, gone, seized. His cars taken and auctioned off everything he had worked for was gone. All he had to his name was that damn coin. 300 more days until he got a new one...<br><br>He looked at Isabella for a long time and then stood up "I want to stay. I want..." he started but seemed to have changed his mind "It's better than jail" he decided to tell her. It wasn't the truth, he wanted to be near her. Even if they could only be friends now. She was married, and if the parole board ever found out anything about the two he'd be back behind bars, likely with a few years tacked onto his sentence. <br><br>"I'm going to grab a show" he said and headed into the living room stopping as he seen the article. He picked it up and read t, again and again. The paper was starting to turn red from years of having it exposed to air. It was the real deal. He tore it off of the page and walked into the kitchen. "Isabella... I'm sorry" he said holding up the paper "whoever wrote it was lying. I swear to you... or whatever you need me to swear on that I didn't get married, and never had been" he tore up the paper and trashed it before turning to leave the living room. <br><br>Len wasn't sure if she believed him but he was giving her the truth. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 16:56:57</strong>
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				Isabella stared at his frame.&nbsp; The sight of perspiration upon his toned body bringing back memories and desires she hadn’t felt in a long time.&nbsp; The way a woman was supposed to feel around a man that she was attracted to.&nbsp; Her face flashed crimson as her eyes traveled upwards to his own eyes, upon realization as to what she was actually doing, that she was staring.<br><br>“Yeah, boarding, I guess.”&nbsp; She said after a moment then turned and followed him into the kitchen.&nbsp; It wasn’t what she wanted to say, no you live here.&nbsp; Isabella wanted to say it’s just as much your home as it is mine, no matter how premature it was or the fact that there had been several years between them.<br><br>The feelings she had for him now were the same that she had experienced then.&nbsp; Everyone had said that she would get over him, that she would move on.&nbsp; She might have moved on when it proved fruitless to wait anymore but she had never gotten over him, even if she refused to admit it.&nbsp; Isabella had never stopped loving him.<br><br>Isabella had always felt safe when she was with him.&nbsp; Like there was nothing that could have hurt her as long as Len was around.&nbsp; At one time she would have said that nothing would come between them.&nbsp; That they would have been together forever, but how she had been wrong.&nbsp; Now she found out that someone had been lying that someone had come between them.<br><br>She watched as he stared at that coin.&nbsp; It was understandable that he didn’t want to be like his dad.&nbsp; The town’s alcoholic.&nbsp; As small as the town was everyone knew everyone and everyone knew everything about everyone.&nbsp; Everyone talked and judged as well and there was no telling how many times Len himself had been judged for what his father had done.&nbsp; Maybe that was what had attracted her to Len at first, besides his being attractive.&nbsp; “Yeah?&nbsp; Well I’m proud of you.&nbsp; I mean it’s something to be proud of right?&nbsp; Alcohol is one of those things thats the hardest thing to eliminate and you did so I’m proud of you.”&nbsp; Isabella offered a smile then turned around back to the stove.<br><br>It felt strange making dinner for two, but it was a good feeling.&nbsp; Most of the time it was a salad or a can of soup after all for the last year it had been just her, even with Mike it had never been a good feeling to cook for two.&nbsp; Isabella had wanted children but there was no way in hell she was bringing them into the environment she had been living.&nbsp; Mike had wanted them and used as leverage against her that there was something wrong with her.&nbsp; In fact there was nothing wrong with her, hidden birth control and a lot of prayer had made it possible for her not to end up pregnant.<br><br>She only nodded at his words of not wanting to leave because it was better than jail.&nbsp; Isabella had thought he might say something else but the words better than jail had come and all hope of anything else vanished.&nbsp; She watched him walk out of the room and her attention brought back to the chicken frying on the stove as the grease popped burning her.&nbsp; “Shit.”&nbsp; She murmured under her breath.<br><br>Isabella had to laugh at herself, here she was standing at a stove in the kitchen frying chicken like her mother use to do every Sunday.&nbsp; It was almost as if she had never left home and it wasn’t the healthiest in the world as far as meals went but it beat going out for dinner by yourself or sitting in front of the television with a salad by yourself.&nbsp; His voice broke through her thoughts again and she looked up at him, then he was walking out of the room again, not giving her time to say anything.<br><br>Isabella finished up dinner and left Len to his own thoughts a while as she went about with hers.&nbsp; She believed him.&nbsp; She didn’t know what it was about him but she knew Len Morgan didn’t lie, if he said he didn’t do it then he didn’t.&nbsp; <br><br>“Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.”&nbsp; She said leaning in the doorway.&nbsp; “And I believe you without your swearing on a stack of bibles or anything.&nbsp; I also agree with what you use to say about marriage, it’s only a way to control another person and to answer your question earlier about Mike, I wouldn’t know how he’s doing.&nbsp; We divorced a year ago.”&nbsp; Isabella turned and went back to the kitchen and out of the backdoor.&nbsp; Her own question on her mind as to why she would blurt out that her and Mike were divorced as if it even mattered.&nbsp; Len had moved on and he wasn’t here because he wanted to but because he was forced to.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 06:00:45</strong>
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				Len wasn't sure if she was... he was pretty sure that she was...checking him out. It would have made him smile and maybe say something but a) he was a criminal staying here and wasn't to get involved and b) she was married. If she was anything how he had thought she had been, and apparently have proven to be, she would never cheat on her husband and as much as Len wanted her he was sure that he wouldn't be able to look at her the same. He knew how it felt to lose her because of cheating (though it was a lie) and wouldn't have been able to do that to someone else. <br><br>He was content with that, boarding. He had no reason to say that he lived there. It was a prison where he got outside and wasn't constantly around other criminals. There was no free reign for him, he went to town when she did, he could only have certain people over on certain days. It was the same as prison, who would ever consider that being a home? <br><br>Despite denying it to everyone and mostly himself the moment Len seen Isabella he too know that the flame was still there in his heart. She had broken it but seeing her made it feel as though it were back. It was hard to face that realization when you had almost convinced yourself that you are over a girl. It went from a dull pain that was always there to a stabbing feeling as some twisted a knife in him again and again. In his head Len was still trying to convince himself that it was nothing, that he would have responded the same way to an old friends. <br><br>His shoulders shrugged as he took his hand out of his pocket "no...it's not the hardest thing..." he confessed but didn't bother to tell her that it was her that had been. He wasn't sure what to say to her. She was a married woman and a successful one and he wasn't going to ruin that for her. The town had been right about him and if she had stayed with him maybe she would have been messed up as well. Len tried to find a silver lining and that was all he could come up with. <br><br>After leaving the room for the second time he went to the bathroom and started the shower. It probably wasn't the best idea when somebody was cooking but he didn't like the feeling of being all sticky. It was nice to have privacy in the shower even though he rushed through it and got out a few minutes later. He put on a new pair of jeans and a white button up shirt. It was plain and soft looking. He went back to the living room without buttoning it up and sat on the couch. <br><br>It wasn't long after that that Isabella came to the doorframe and told him dinner was ready. He was about to get up but she kept talking. He listened to what she had to say and had to fight not to smile when he found out that she was no longer married. Had he found out why he might have been pissed off at the guy but for name he was happily holding it inside. Perhaps there was a chance for him, after he was done working for her that was. It was very strictly against the rules to have a relationship with the person you were staying with. They had to take some online quiz and everything about it. <br><br>Walking into the kitchen Len sat at the table looking at the food and then at the door she had just left. He followed her out the door and when he reached her he took her arm gently and turned her to face him. He was about to say something but paused for a second. He didn't know what to say, so he did the only thing he could think of. <br><br>He carefully pulled her towards him and kissed her lips softly but very passionately. He wasn't sure how she felt about him and this could get him in solitary for 4 months if she reported it. <br><br>Len decided it was well worth the risk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 17:07:23</strong>
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				Isabella didn’t resist the kiss, instead wrapping her arms around Len, her lips moving against his.&nbsp; She lost herself in that kiss and for a moment forgot everything that had ever happened to the two of them and to each of them alone in the cold hard world.&nbsp; For a moment she felt as if she had never left home and that nothing bad had ever happened to her.<br><br>The void that Isabella had felt for so long suddenly felt as if it had left.&nbsp; She felt complete again and no matter how wrong someone on the outside thought it was to her it felt right, and that nothing had ever felt more right in her life.&nbsp; As much as the pain of losing Len had stayed within her heart it suddenly wasn’t there anymore.<br><br>Her fear, the fear she had lived with every since he had left her gone.&nbsp; Fear that she had experienced every night of her marriage and every night since her divorce, vanished.&nbsp; Len made her feel safe and always had.&nbsp; &nbsp;The only fear she felt was that he would regret kissing her.&nbsp; That he would push her away and instantly regret doing what he was that moment.<br><br>&nbsp;Her mind did wonder to his charges of abuse.&nbsp; Charges of domestic violence but the way he kissed her the way that he had pulled her to him gently washed away any doubt that she might have had about him.&nbsp; There was no way Len could have done what he was accused of.&nbsp; He had never hit her, he had never raised his voice to her, other than what he had that afternoon but if he had thought she had cheated on him and that she had broken his heart then he had every right to yell at her.<br><br>Yet, in all his anger that afternoon he hadn’t hurt her.&nbsp; He hadn’t called her all of those dirty names and he hadn’t hit her.&nbsp; Len could have hit her and no one would have been there to stop him.&nbsp; He could of beaten her to a pulp and there would have been no help.&nbsp; But he didn’t.&nbsp; He kept right on moving bales instead of lashing out at her with his fist.<br><br>Isabella pulled away a moment and just looked up at him.&nbsp; She studied his face for a long moment, her eyes always going back to his.&nbsp; She loved him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She still loved him and knew she always would.&nbsp; Len was more than her first love.&nbsp; First love’s came and went and women moved on and married someone that they loved even more, but not Isabella.&nbsp; For Isabella, Len had been her first love and her true love.<br><br>Marriage had murdered her love for Len.&nbsp; The thought of his being married to someone else hadn’t stopped her from longing for him.&nbsp; Time hadn’t heeled her wounds of losing him and her love for him still raged within her.<br><br>Maybe they weren’t supposed to be doing this.&nbsp; Maybe they weren’t supposed to be anything besides warden and prisoner but Isabella couldn’t separate herself from the situation.&nbsp; She leaned up and kissed Len again, knowing that if anyone questioned it she would lie like hell to keep him from getting into trouble.&nbsp; She didn’t look at him as a convict, as a criminal or as a felon.&nbsp; Len was a victim of circumstance no matter what he had done, just as she was.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 05:15:50</strong>
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				It all seemed so right, yet wrong at the same time. Len could get into a lot of trouble for doing this. Contact had been strictly forbidden but he had to break the rules. If it meant extra time in jail and being put in solitary then so be it. He had to see if Isabella felt the same way about him as he did her. She was single so there was no tinge of guilt the moment before it happened. He could of told her, he realised that but emotions had been high and there was something that told him he just needed to do it. <br><br>He needed to risk it all and see what happened. <br><br>To Len, the reward far out weighted the risk when she wrapped her arms around him. His hands slid across her wait around her back as he held her close to him. He had been to an all male prison, to be so close to a woman was bliss. No, it wasn't just any woman, it was Isabella, the one he had loved since he was a teenager. Nobody had ever been the same for her, their lips not so perfect against his, their smell and taste never the same.&nbsp; He had never admitted it, not even to himself for a long time but in this moment it was as though his entire world returned to color. <br><br>His heart rate increased and he could here his pulse beating in his ears as they kissed there on the porch for anyone to see. Of course they were on farm land and there wasn't another house that could see that well but the guard could come back, they would always be checking in without warning. She was worth it though, even if it was just a kiss. <br><br>When she pulled away he didn't let her go far enough to leave his hands that he slid to her hips. He looked down at her, she was even more perfect than when they were younger. She had been with another guy but that didn't seem important. It had all been leading up to this moment; at least that is how Len felt. His getting caught, her getting divorced it seemed as though the diligent fingers of fate were working the right way for once. <br><br>Her lips went back to his and he was only too happy to comply bending slightly at the waist his hands sliding down the side of Isabella's legs as he knelt down to make the kiss easier on her. He stood like that for a few moments before his hands circled around grabbing her butt picking her upp off the ground hoping she would wrap her legs around him to make it easier. Taking two steps forward he set her gently on the railing his hands moving to her back to help support her as his lips parted his tongue trying to meet with hers. <br><br>His hands didn't stop though, he reached down between them without a word attempting to unbutton and then unzip her jeans unless she tried to stop him. He was burning up and he could feel it, he wanted her, and hoped that even after all these years she still wanted him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 18:55:19</strong>
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				Isabella wrapped her legs around Len’s waist as he lifted her and placed her onto the porch’s banister.&nbsp; The last thing on her mind was that of the guard coming back.&nbsp; They had assured her that she wouldn’t see anyone in law enforcement unless of course she called them out.&nbsp; That had been their reasoning for the signing of if anything was to happen to her then it was on her and not the state or the county.&nbsp; She had signed thinking nothing worse could happen to her than what she had already experienced.<br><br>Len’s hands had moved down to the buttons on her jeans, receiving a moan of approval from her.&nbsp; Her lips parted as his tongue seeked access, allowing his to dance against hers.&nbsp; Maybe they shouldn’t be in the throes of passion due to their current circumstances and maybe she should have feared the act its self but for whatever reason she didn’t care about circumstances and she definitely didn’t fear Len.&nbsp; Her hands moved over Len’s broad shoulders pushing the unbuttoned shirt from them and down his arms.<br><br>There were a multitude of feelings that rushed through her as she touched him so intimately.&nbsp; The love that she had once shared with him, no matter how many years it had been came rushing back, the love that she had never forgotten even though she had married.&nbsp; &nbsp;Happiness that she was where she was supposed to have been, that she was supposed to have been with Len at least that was how she felt.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands traveled up his arms and over the familiarity of his chest and stomach.&nbsp; Isabella’s lips moved from his mouth down his strong jaw line and to his neck.&nbsp; Her breath came out in small pants as her excitement rose.&nbsp; <br><br>Her fingers paused momentarily as they reached the waist of his jeans.&nbsp; She brought her eyes to his uncertain for a moment before pushing the uncertainty away and leaning in for another deep kiss as her fingers unbuttoned the button on his jeans.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 04:31:52</strong>
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				Len hadn't been told about the guards not coming back, they had implied the opposite. It was likely a fear tactic but one that he wasn't concerned about now. One brush from Isabella's lips would have been enough to be worthy of being in solitary confinement for 2 months and extra years added to his sentence. He had pushed that fear to the back of his mind as far as he could, it was still there but with each beating moment it became even more worth it. Her legs wrapped around him felt so...right. He had been with other women, even some he had cared for but they weren't like this. Even if the two were strangers to their new lives to an extent, it all felt familiar and new at the same time.<br><br>Exciting... <br><br>He had hoped that his finger would have brushed away the button and opened the jeans with ease but it wasn't that easy. It would have been smoother and perhaps more exciting if he did but he fumbled three times before the button came undone his hands shaking slightly in anticipation. Instead of unzipping the pants he slid his hands down some and over to the side giving them no choice but to open as his tongue moved against hers. She tasted better than he remembered, her skin softer her tone tighter. She seemed different but she was still the girl he had always held a candle for. One he had always tried to replicate with other girls. There had been none though. <br><br>Memories crossed through his mind, old emotions being brought back to him. He remembered the times when they had snuck to the barn or he met her there when she was doing choirs. The risk of being caught and getting in trouble. It was still there, now only they were doing it on the porch and the potential consequences were far more drastic. But it all started to come up again, the passion, not for the risk but for her. He loved her of that he was certain, when his time was up he wanted to stay with her. <br><br>Her hands seemed eager against his skin, it was the same body but harder now. His muscles had been worked on and were tight. Goosebumps covered Len's skin where Isabella's hands were leading. He let out a soft moan of satisfaction as his hands pulled down her jeans careful not to knock her over the edge and as her lips went down his jaw to his neck. His breathing increased then he looked down at her as she stopped. <br><br>Len looked back at her, he didn't not or even smile but his eyes said it all. They were lit up and full of excitement the same way they had been when they had their first dance... first kiss... the way he saw her when he hadn't seen her for more that three days where they were teens. They were full of love, even more than what had been there before. Time and fate brought them back together. He wasn't a religious man but he was thankful to whatever had brought this along. <br><br>Sliding the shirt off his wrists where it had got stuck Len slid his hand back to Isabella's waist kissing her back passionately. One hand slid up to her back so he didn't push her back too much, he felt her hands at his waist but that wasn't it. He could feel his jeans tightening as blood filled his manhood giving him a stiffened cock under his jeans and boxers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 16:07:41</strong>
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				As easy as it could be or would be to fall from the porch’s railing, Isabella, didn’t worry.&nbsp; As she had always felt safe with Len, she was certain he wasn’t going to let her fail.&nbsp; Her body in his strong arms, his hand against her back holding her safely, was preventing her from going over the edge.<br><br>Though there were years between their last meeting it felt as if it was only yesterday for her.&nbsp; No feelings of guilt in doing what she was doing.&nbsp; It felt good. It felt more than good to have his lips against hers, his body so close to hers.<br><br>The look in his eyes all she needed to know that what they were doing was right.&nbsp; Although she would have argued that it was right.&nbsp; It wasn’t only right between them but needed on her behalf.&nbsp; Loving, Len had been so dangerous when they were younger.&nbsp; Her father had argued and even gone the extent of threatening and now it was just as dangerous but with only different consequences.<br><br>The danger had only increased their intensity then and now it seemed to do the same.&nbsp; Her fingers managed to undo the button on his jeans.&nbsp; The fabric was tight due to his manhood pressing against it, but she managed just as well to release it as the button came lose and she pushed the jeans and his boxers away from his hips.<br><br>How many times when they were younger had she touched him?&nbsp; How many times when they were younger had it felt the way it did in that moment?&nbsp; How many times in the past had she ached to feel his body against her?&nbsp; How many times had she ached to feel him inside of her?&nbsp; She had missed all of that over the years that separated them.<br><br>She was a woman now.&nbsp; She was the owner of the grand house and she had a bedroom she could take him to.&nbsp; As much as she wanted to lead him to her bedroom, to make love in the bed, the safety of the bed, she didn’t’ want to move.&nbsp; Afraid that if she moved that the moment between them would be over.&nbsp; Afraid that he would change his mind.&nbsp; Afraid that he would push her away.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 13:15:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Time seemed to have gone back and they were just two teenagers again. Things were different, they were kissing on the deck instead of in the barn and her parents couldn't tell her what to do anymore but the passion hadn't missed a step. There was no more denying how he felt for her or the fact it was always Isabella that Len had wanted. Even to himself it would sound foolish now, not that he had any intention of going back to that. <br><br>Her lips against his, their body's against each other and hands moving at clothing to take them off. They were adults now, supposed to have control over themselves but neither seemed to. There was the entire inside of the house that they could have been doing this in, safety behind the walls but they were on the porch like two hormone stricken teens moving quickly with desperation. There were few that would have been able to get them in any type of trouble now but still it lingered in the air over their heads. <br><br>Len wouldn't have had it any other way, they were picking up where they had left off. Hang the rules, they were doing what was right...for one another. <br><br>Lifting her ass up some he managed to get off her jeans as he went for his and his boxers pulling them down. Len let them slide down to his ankles his manhood pointing towards Isabella hard and firm, exposed to the open air. It was a big property and the chance of anyone seeing the two of them much less his manhood throbbing for the girl he loved was slim, but still it was invigorating. He didn't need that though, not for Isabella. He only needed her, but he couldn't hold himself back to bring her in the house, to her bed like he should have...like they had never done before. <br><br>He was never allowed in the house much less her room. He could have snuck in by the chances were they would get caught, and as exciting as that could have been he didn't want to risk her father moving away. Reaching down between them Len brushed the underwear that she was still wearing to the side, he had forgotten to take them off of her and now it was too later. Taking a small step towards her he stopped as the head of his cock lightly pressed at her opening before going in. <br><br>He reached down to take her cheek in his hand looking at her before he whispered the words "I love you" just as he pushed his hips forward gently letting the head of his blood-filled dick push into her. Len had to make sure it was good for them both, and he didn't want to hurt her. He wasn't sure how tight she would be now or when the last time she had been with a man. He also didn't want to lose control over himself and rush it, he had been in jail for a while and he had been alone all that time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 17:23:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For Isabella it was like stepping back in time.&nbsp; As if she had never left that small town.&nbsp; As if she had never been married to some cold hearted jerk. As if Len had never left her there.&nbsp; <br><br>The danger of being caught enthralled her.&nbsp; It always had.&nbsp; Len was danger in its own and maybe that was what had pulled her to him, but then with Len she had felt safe as well.&nbsp; As opposite as the two feelings were they had always seemed to mix together when she was with Len.&nbsp; The feelings of being safe while in his arms, the whole while getting off on the danger of being caught.<br><br>Her arms wrapped around him as he lifted her off the railing pushing her jeans to the floor of the porch.&nbsp; Isabella continued to kiss at his neck.&nbsp; Her lips traveling up and then back down, her breaths coming out in pants as she eagerly awaited the moment he would enter her.&nbsp; The moment when their bodies merged together again like they used to.<br><br>Isabella gasped lightly as his cock pressed against her.&nbsp; Her eyes looking to him, looking to Len’s eyes like she used to do.&nbsp; His words of love would have had her jumping for joy had she not been on that railing and not been in that beautiful moment.&nbsp; “I love you too.”&nbsp; She whispered back before kissing him.<br><br>The head of his cock pushed through her barriers and deep into her.&nbsp; Isabella moaned into the kiss as her walls surrounded him.&nbsp; It had been way to long, way too long since she had an enjoyable experience.&nbsp; The shock of just how long it had been quickly leaving as she began to enjoy the feel of having Len within her again.<br><br>Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist once more.&nbsp; She broke the hungry kiss, which was shared with Len as she leaned back slightly.&nbsp; Her left hand gripped the railing as her right held onto his shoulder, her hips beginning to rock slightly pushing herself down further onto him.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 03:31:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The two were in sync with one another; it wasn't like the first few times where Len's hand shook at the touch of her body when they were younger. They didn't need to shift positions everything just worked with them together. Taking off her pants from the railing was easy enough despite how complicated it <em>could</em> have been. It was obvious what he was doing but she shifted perfectly to him making it as easy as pie to be together. The 'badass' Len was fairly sure that he had butterflies in his stomach though. He knew it felt right for both of them and they had done it before but it was so long ago...<br><br>It had been something he had been thinking about for years, wondering if he would ever find it again and he had in the most unlikely place. There was no reason for him to be sore about going to jail now. If he hadn't been he never would have run into Isabella again and they never would have talked, he knew this for sure. It was a miracle that they were both unattached after all of these years; meeting at the stage when they were alone. <br><br>Fate wasn't always a fickle bitch. <br><br>Hearing her say the words as he gently entered her made him let out a sigh of satisfaction as well. She wouldn't just say that because they were in the moment, it wasn't just old physical attraction that had them at this stage. Len knew it hadn't been for him and he assumed that it was the same for Isabella but now he was sure without a doubt. They had been meant to be with one another all along.<br><br>Their lips meeting with the kiss he pressed in deeper more eagerly now. Pulling back and then pushing in again to ensure that the wetness went throughout and it wouldn't hurt he as he made his way into her. Leaning back after the kiss he watched her as he bit his bottom lip fighting to let out another pleasured sigh. He had been with women, a lot of them, since he had his heart broken but it never felt like this. There was something more here than just getting off, it was intimate. After rejecting it all of his life Len finally remembered what <em>making love[</em> was, this wasn't just fucking. <br><br>Len pulled his upper body closer to his love as he went deeper his head beside hers because she was sitting on the railing, it had been a perfect height for them. One arm slide around her back his hand at the back of her neck as she pushed herself deeper into him as well. She had leaned back but he wanted to be close to her. Len let out a moan as he felt himself full into her pushing even though he was getting every inch of his cock into her and holding it there for a few seconds. Then his hips started to move back and forth slowly at first feeling her against him, his heart rate increasing.<br><br>The thrusting went faster and he moved his head so that it was in front Isabella's looking her in the eyes with a smile.&nbsp; 'Not the I'm doing you' smile but a smile of love and true happiness that they had found one another.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 17:09:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If it was a dream Isabella didn’t want to wake for fear of never being able to return to it.&nbsp; It had been way to long since she had enjoyed the act of love making, way too long since she had wanted to be touched.&nbsp; Wanted to be touched intimately.&nbsp; For the first time since Len had left she didn’t flinch at a touch.<br><br>What had happened to them over the years suddenly didn’t matter anymore.&nbsp; Isabella had that day, had that moment.&nbsp; If Len decided after his time was served that he didn’t want to stay with her she still had that moment.&nbsp; She had one more love making to look back on.<br><br>Isabelle welcomed his body next to hers as he slid an arm around her, pressing his own chest against hers.&nbsp; Her arms wrapped around him her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust into her.&nbsp; She buried her face into his strong neck, her breath coming out in slight pants mixed with moans of pleasure as Len pushed himself fully into her.<br><br>Isabella stared back at Len as his eyes met hers.&nbsp; Her own smile toyed at her parted lips.&nbsp; His thrust growing faster forcing moans of pleasure to escape from her.&nbsp; They may have been on a porch with her propped upon the railing, but it would have been no more perfect for her had it been a bed of roses.<br><br>Her eyes remained on his as their bodies moved in unison together.&nbsp; Pleasure building within her with each stroke of his cock within her.&nbsp; Isabella leaned forward slightly, placing her lips against his.&nbsp; She murmured words of love and missing him against his lips as her caressed his.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 04:39:45</strong>
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				It wasn't just Len's body that was re-familiarizing it's self with Isabella but his mind as well. With each touch brought an old memory and the question of what could have been. The women who had filled the gap between their last meeting and now simply melted from his mind and meant nothing to him. She had been the only skin his hands and body had ever felt. She was his...and he was hers... forever. Like they had been when they were teens, the way he had promised her every night when they would say goodbye. <br><br>The promises may not have held true in exact wording but they were here now and if the world decided to stop spinning at this moment then Len would be able to die happy. There would be no regret in his mind and all the images that flashed before his mind would be of the time he had spent with Isabella. Luckily the world didn't decide to end just yet, he'd get to spend even more time with her. <br><br>Nails digging into his back Len only pushed in harder being aroused by the action, it wouldn't be anything new to Isabella if she remembered the old days. He held&nbsp; her as she lay her face on his shoulder and he entered her fully. The feeling sent a moan out through his lips as well and he kept it there paused for a moment his thick cock filling his true lover fully in as far as he could push. Closing his eyes he locked up as he let out a sigh and then fell back some his manhood sliding ever so slightly out before rocking back into her. <br><br>His lips pressed back against hers as they worked together to bring each other to the ever beautiful climax. Sex had never felt this good, not that Len could ever remember anyhow. Each movement he could feel the pressure building up in him but he wasn't really to stop yet. "I never left" he whispered back in between kisses "I've always been yours."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Camie Calamity</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 19:31:33</strong>
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				They had all told her she was too young to love.&nbsp; That she was far too young to have understood just what love had meant.&nbsp; She had been too naïve to know how it felt to be truly made love to.&nbsp; To hold a man within her arms that had filled her heart with nothing but love and joy.<br><br>Isabelle had known they were wrong then.&nbsp; She knew even more so in that moment that their bodies pleasured the others.&nbsp; She had loved him then.&nbsp; She had known what true love was even then.&nbsp; What was transpiring between her and Len in that moment only cemented what she had known then.&nbsp; <br><br>Being within Len’s arms felt the same within that moment as it had all those years ago.&nbsp; For Isabelle it was as if they had never been apart, that Mike had never been anything more than a nightmare that she had finally waken from.&nbsp; “Good.”&nbsp; She managed between kisses at his declaration of having always been hers.&nbsp; “And me yours as well.”&nbsp; <br><br>Her heart soared with joy as her body began to soar with pleasure.&nbsp; Her movements began a little faster as her clit was stimulated and his cock continued to stimulate the spot just within her walls that would send her over the edge.&nbsp; Her heart began to race as she leaned her head back, eyes closed as her orgasm began to explode.&nbsp; Her breaths came out in pants as her inner muscles contracted, and began to milk for his seed as her juices flowed over his cock.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Curve Ball Thrown (Talk2MeGuy and Camie Calamity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Talk2meguy</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 04:47:21</strong>
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				Hearing that she was still his bright a smile to the lips of Len as he continued to kiss her. They had spent so many years apart yet here they were, little catch-up had to be made as the two realized they had been missing their other half and they were back together now. at least that is how it felt to Len though he wouldn't have been able to describe it in those words. He knew there had been something missing and that he had found it... found it the moment he laid eyes on Isabella again that his life was changing. <br><br>He was still a convict and still technically a responsibility of the law and Isabella was the proxy of that law but that didn't matter. What had mattered was that they met again, thrust upon each other but finding what they had lost so many years ago. Lost to lies told by their families or friends... but they couldn't separate them forever. <br><br>Love in this case really had found a way, just like they said in those cheesy romance stories and movies. It was still only the first night but look at how they were? On the porch together having sex. Len wasn't sure if it meant that they were back together or if she had just missed him... or maybe she was lonely. From the words said earlier it seemed like they may be able to make amends and return to having a relationship. They would have to wait until Len was a freeman again before it became official or he would have to go back to the jail house. <br><br>What they were... or rather what they would be in regards to relationship status didn't matter. Right now they were one and Len had been fighting the release for some time as he entered her deeply and pulled out only to go back in. It had been years since he was with a woman and it had been since the day that he left that he had really made love and gave it everything he had. But he could feel it, her tightening inside her innetwalls wanting him to fill her. He held off as long as he could but feeling her wetness release was too encouraging as he released himself with a long right as his thrusts in became harder and pushed in longer. <br><br>When he was done he stayed there for a minute before pulling back some and kissing Isabella's cheek as he slowly took his manhood out of her. Then he stood there, in front of her just looking into her eyes with a smile on his face. He did need to run home anymore before they got caught, they were free to do as they pleased.
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