Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)
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				Title: <strong>Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 19:46:43</strong>
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				Down on the waterfront, among the flophouses and greasy spoon cantinas and cheap brothels, rumor has it that there's a most unusual speakeasy.&nbsp; If you know the right people to ask, the right words to say, they'll direct you to their own little hole in the wall.&nbsp; No mob boss owns the place.&nbsp; No Prohibition Agent even knows it's there.&nbsp; Not even the FBI comes down here.&nbsp; And if they did, even if they could find it, what would they find?<br><br>Chitalnia is a most unusual establishment.&nbsp; It's part bookstore, part cafe.&nbsp; The proprietor is a tall, strong, blonde Russian woman who dresses like a working-class man.&nbsp; She goes by Glasha.&nbsp; Rumor has it she owns the place and everything in it.&nbsp; She caters to the immigrants and the down-and-outs, the slumming philosophers and artists, and there is only one iron-clad rule in Chitalnia, spelled out clearly in Russian and English on a sign right inside the door: No Politics!&nbsp; To this, some wag has added 'religion and sex at patron's own risk'.<br><br>Nothing suspicious here.<br><br>Tonight is pretty dull: the weather is terrible, and the usual proles and intelligentsia-in-exile are staying somewhere else warm and dry.&nbsp; Glasha wipes down the long counter for the umpteenth time, smirking across at the dartboard someone made out of a photograph of General Denikin.&nbsp; She'll have to take it down before someone complains again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 20:02:00</strong>
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				Running was becoming a usual thing for her. It's been a week and now with one change of cloths left finally cutting her hair short. It was amazing that she made it this far. They were after her or so she thought. She had come home and her hubby was dead, a kitchen knife in the gut. After her initial shock she saw a little note left on his shirt it simply said,<em> run woman your on their list of suspects</em>. She knew his involement with the mob would cause her grief, being a singer didn't help matters. She had nothing else. Now she was on the run and had heard of a speakeasy though it was so obscure. She needed to hide. <br><br>After several strange journeys and attemps she found the place. She looked up and hoped that maybe she could find some work if nothing else. She was on desperate terms for desperate hours. Her black hair and blue eyes always left a note, but then she had beautiful long straight hair a different demeanor. Now she had the demeanor of any flapper but things just needed to get better. She entered the Chitalnia and eyed it's contents. Quitely darting back and forth through the books.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 20:08:55</strong>
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				Glasha looks up as her first customer in over an hour arrives...and frowns.&nbsp; A flapper?&nbsp; Here?&nbsp; Coming around the counter, she makes her way over to the woman.<br><br>"May I help you?"<br><br>Glasha tries to keep her voice soft and gentle--the woman seems nervous about something, and the large Byelorussian does not want to scare her--but considering that she's six feet tall and stronger than most men, such a thing is almost inevitable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 20:21:45</strong>
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				She heard the voice and was absolutely scared out of her wits, no amount of softness was going to be enough. She jumped and hit the bookshelf behind her "Ouchie, I don't know!" She almost cowered it was obvious she was frieghtened out of her skin. Standing at only 5'5" and not wearing heels she felt really small.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 20:25:02</strong>
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				Glasha frowns.&nbsp; This is definitely <em>not</em> one of her regular customers.<br><br>"You are perhaps looking for book, <i>da</i>?&nbsp; We have Pushkin in original Russian...but perhaps you are liking Pasternak better, eh?"<br><br>She lets her eyes wander over the woman briefly.&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; Nothing suspicious here, really.<br><br>"Or is it coffee you want instead?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 20:35:10</strong>
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				She looked at the woman, blue eyes telling their own friegtened tale. "Yes coffee, please..." She needed to get out of the corner she put herself into. She was begining to hurt from hitting the bookshelf and well she wasn't sure why she was here anymore. They had told her to speak to this woman and well she was here. She needed a place and somewhere to hide, who knew. Sleeping on the bus was not the best idea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 20:38:14</strong>
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				"Well?&nbsp; Come along, then.&nbsp; You will find seat at counter is much more comfortable than shelving."<br><br>Glasha turns and heads back around the counter.<br><br>"Pardon my asking, but you are <i>nye</i> from this neighborhood.&nbsp; What brings you here to proletariat side of tracks?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 21:22:15</strong>
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				Following and taking a seat. Looking around noticing no one was apparently about. "Mam, I was told you could help a girl on the run". She almost began to tear. She wasn't sure why she would tell this woman but she was tired of sleeping and hoping and just wanted a warm shower. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 21:27:57</strong>
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				Glasha shrugs as she places a cup before the woman and fills it.<br><br>"Is possible.&nbsp; Is many things possible.&nbsp; Some are even true."<br><br>The massive blonde leans on her side of the counter.<br><br>"What manner of trouble is it you might be in, that you come to Glasha?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 21:41:42</strong>
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				She sheepishly looks at Gasha. "I'm Velma Kerr... I use to sing at Westend. My husband was killed and I think I'm being pinned for it, I need a place to hide, maybe work... whatever" She drank her first sip and gulped after speaking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 21:45:52</strong>
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				"Hmm.&nbsp; Well, can<em>nye</em> put you to work as waitress...perhaps we can come to arrangement, <em>da</em>?"<br><br>Glasha takes another look at the woman.&nbsp; Her next question is asked very softly, very gently.<br><br>"You are <em>nye</em> grieving for husband?&nbsp; Is because you are busy running for it, or was he...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 21:48:09</strong>
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				She looked at this woman in all sincerity it poured from her soul " I didn't do it, he was not a nice man though. He would not treat me bad all the time. Not enough for me to do it. He was mixed up with the wrong people" Nodding her head. "what ever you want Mam, I just want a warm shower and a place to safely lay my head."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 21:51:57</strong>
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				"Whatever I want is pretty open offer."<br><br>Glasha closes her eyes in thought.<br><br>"Whatever I am wanting from you in exchange for warm shower, bed, and implied protection from police.&nbsp; Is hardly fair exchange, but...is deal."<br><br>She holds her massive hand out.<br><br>"We shake on it.&nbsp; Is American way, <em>da</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 22:08:09</strong>
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				She looked at her and her hand, "Yes it is, and I mean it... whatever..." She knew better the time here and in safety cause the mob wants her framed as it is. Shaking hands with the lady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-01-2006, 22:11:30</strong>
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				Glasha gives her another careful look, then points to a partially concealed door further back in the stacks.<br><br>"Go through there.&nbsp; I will be back shortly.&nbsp; No point in staying open when only customer is you, eh?&nbsp; Bedroom is to right, bathing room is to left."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 01:43:03</strong>
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				She went to were she pointed and stripped to shower. She couldn't believe hot water was actually coming out of the faucet. She began to truly bath the grime off her. She stayed in the scaulding heat as long as she could. Crying intermitely on the whole of her situtation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 01:52:31</strong>
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				After several minutes, Glasha slips into the bathroom.<br><br>"You are all right?&nbsp; I could hear you crying."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 15:06:52</strong>
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				SHe never noticed and jumped upon her entrance. "Yes, maam I'm fine just finally at ease and coming out of shock I guess." She at the moment didn't care this woman came freely into her space she just let the water, the scaulding water hit her skin making it red in many areas.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 15:16:45</strong>
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				"Call me Glasha.&nbsp; No 'madam' or <em>'gospodina'</em>.&nbsp; Just Glasha."<br><br>The woman stays for a moment, cooly regarding her accidental houseguest's body.&nbsp; Finally, she nods.<br><br>"Your husband was at least good enough not to beat you, <em>da</em>?&nbsp; And no track marks, so is not that bad habit that brings you here...what is it he did?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 15:54:51</strong>
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				She heard her "Ma.. Glasha... He did, but was careful... he couldn't have me going into the public singing in bruises. But no I'm here cause he worked for the mob... and he must have done something wrong.. they left a message on him for me that said run... your the suspect." She began to cry in earnest again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 16:01:09</strong>
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				"Mmm."<br><br>Velma can almost hear Glasha frown.<br><br>"Did he abuse you in other ways?&nbsp; I ask because...ahh, is indelicate, but if you are needing help is better to know what sort, <em>da</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 16:19:27</strong>
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				"Glasha, I don't understand" She said it through the tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 16:22:25</strong>
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				The Russian grunts softly, mildly frustrated.<br><br>"How do you say...did he ever make you do things in bed?&nbsp; Things you are not liking.&nbsp; Painful things."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 16:38:12</strong>
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				She got quite and didn't say a word. She didn't want to tell anyone of her nights with Eddy. He was a bastard in his own right and deserved what he got.&nbsp; She wasn't a mother and it was of his damn volition. He didn't want a babe to destroy his harmony... and he boasted that constantly. He made sure his singing girl would not carry... He always smirked at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 16:40:10</strong>
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				"Ahhh.&nbsp; Silence is answer enough.&nbsp; Finish your shower.&nbsp; We talk later."<br><br>The big Russian lets herself back out, closing the door gently behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 16:56:24</strong>
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				Finally she stopped the shower and grabbed the towel. Gently wrapping it about her and walking over to the other little room her last outfit in her hand. She looked around and just didn't want to put the grimy cloths back on just yet. She stayed in her towel for the moment. Sniffling a little sitting at the edge of the bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 17:07:51</strong>
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				The room is quite neat and tidy, furnished with a bed that might be large enough for Glasha, a small bookcase, a modest chest of drawers, and a nightstand with a lamp on it.<br><br>The woman comes back a few minutes later.<br><br>"We're closed, so there will be no interruptions for us."<br><br>She sits on the bed and drapes an arm around Velma's shoulders in what might be a sisterly gesture.<br><br>"You will talk to me now?&nbsp; Or you will instead be needing more time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 17:33:41</strong>
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				She didn't look up and felt the gesture. "I'm sorry Gasha not somthing I like to talk about. Let's just say I have no children for a reason. He was very ruff with me, and 'like to put me in my place" Streching slightly and shivering "Gasha you have a long shirt or something I can wear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 17:37:38</strong>
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				"And if I like you better in towel?"<br><br>Glasha chuckles.<br><br>"Sure.&nbsp; I have spare shirt you can wear."<br><br>Taking her arm from around Velma, she stands and goes to her chest of drawers.&nbsp; Removing a flannel shirt, she holds it out for the other woman.<br><br>"Is a bit tight on me, but should be just right for little thing like you."<br><br>She leans against the wall and crosses her arms, watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 18:11:07</strong>
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				She looked up at her "If you like me better in a towel, I guess I would stay in it.. I did say anything I keep to my word, Gasha" She took the flannel shirt and gently let the towel go. She felt a little ackward being nude around the other woman but her word, she would not disrespect her. She put on the flannel shirt and it was barely long enough to cover her private areas but it made her feel better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 18:13:27</strong>
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				Glasha gives Velma a slight smile.<br><br>"There is that word, again...'anything'.&nbsp; Covers a lot of ground, 'anything'.&nbsp; One is curious just how much you are truly willing to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 20:01:20</strong>
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				She looked up at Gasha inquisitively. "Gasha, anything... all I ask is don't hurt me... does that help?" She wondered if she over spoke herself but it was what she felt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 20:03:25</strong>
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				"I am simple Russian girl.&nbsp; I know nothing of these complicated urban practices.&nbsp; What else are you saying, hmm?&nbsp; Besides 'do not hurt me'."<br><br>Something in the woman's voice makes at least part of that statement a lie.<br><br>"You are offering yourself to me, perhaps?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 20:08:18</strong>
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				She simply blushed at the next statement. "I don't know Gasha.. I just don't want to be hurt... Eddy did enough" She looked down, she really didn't know what gasha meant at all, that was all over her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 20:10:04</strong>
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				"Why would I hurt you?"<br><br>Again the big woman's eyes trace Velma's body.<br><br>"Am going to take own shower.&nbsp; Will be back shortly.&nbsp; You stay here and rest, <em>da</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 20:17:03</strong>
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				She didn't answer. She felt everyone was out to get her as it was. She gently let herself fall onto the bed and sleep&nbsp; overcame as she wondered about Gasha. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 20:34:37</strong>
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				Returning some time later, Glasha regards her new bunkmate before carefully sliding into bed and wrapping her strong arms around Velma's slender waist...clasping the woman spoon-fashion to make sure there's enough room for both of them.<br><br>One hand finds Velma's breast and fondles it softly, catching the nipple ever so gently between two fingers.<br><br>"Too bad.&nbsp; Could be nice, having a 'wife' for a while..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 21:10:27</strong>
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				She felt the woman scoop her and didn't move. As she went to touch she, shivered. It oddly felt good but she didn't know if it was need or want. Softly "wife?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-01-2006, 21:14:46</strong>
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				"Still awake?&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; Just an idle thought," Glasha murmurs as she gives Velma another soft squeeze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 01:31:36</strong>
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				Shivering again in her arms "it's ok"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 01:35:34</strong>
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				"Sorry.&nbsp; Cold?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 13:28:45</strong>
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				"I don't know Gasha, your warm enough, and I feel safe" She began to drift again wondering what she meant by wife? She did say anything and if it meant pleasing Gasha she wasn't sure how to approach it it was a matter to see how it would go. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 14:46:35</strong>
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				"All right, then."<br><br>Snuggling in against her smaller bed-mate, Glasha gives her another gentle squeeze before letting go and moving her hand until it falls across Velma's belly instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 14:51:58</strong>
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				Again she fell into listless sleep. Her dreams and nightmares slowly begining to catch up to her. Little whimpers barely audible leaving her. She was reliving the night, the day and everything inbetween. She wiggled slightly in discomfort, shivered in fear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 15:01:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha stirs in her sleep a few times, cuddling the other woman protectively...at least until she blinks awake and realizes that she isn't dreaming.&nbsp; She watches Velma's restless sleep for a moment before lying back down and hugging the smaller woman again.<br><br>"Such a mess...Glafira Avrustovna, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"<br><br>But there is no denying the slight smile that dances across her lips as she settles herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 15:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She calmed a little at the protective hold given. It was obvious that she responded however slight to the protective nature of the other woman. She didn't hear her, days of inconsequencial sleep leaving her in a deep sleep. So deep that everything she felt came from the fore. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 15:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Some time later, Glasha's alarm clock goes off.&nbsp; Groggily raising her head to make sure that it really is that time again, she suddenly realizes that she's naked...in bed...with another woman...who's wearing one of her shirts.&nbsp; Then she wakes up enough to remember <em>why</em> this has happened.<br><br>With a self-deprecating chuckle, she gives Velma a quick kiss on the back of the neck before sliding out of her narrow bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 21:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had finally settled into sleep and felt protected. WHen Gasha got up she about whimpered a squeal as her warmth left. She slightly turned, opening her eyes "Thank you for the warmth Gasha... Do you have anything I can wear to help you.. or I can put on my dirty things I just don't want to wait on people in rags." She looked at gasha genuinely comforted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-01-2006, 21:24:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are sure that you wish to be seen?&nbsp; It will be safer, perhaps, if you remain out of public view, <em>da</em>?"<br><br>She thinks about this for a moment.<br><br>"Could use dishwasher.&nbsp; Is in back...somewhat safer that way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 15:15:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up at her, and looked at her hands. "If that is what you wish... I will" She didn't care she was safe and it was all that mattered. She kept a clean home and if that was what Gasha wanted then that is what she would get. "Gasha, what else do you need me to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 15:18:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha tilts her head to one side and gives Velma a strange little smile.<br><br>"You are uncomfortable sharing bed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 15:21:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed a little "Nope, you made me feel safe" She wasn't sure why but she felt really honest with Gasha.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 15:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Could make you feel more than safe..."<br><br>Glasha's eyes trace Velma's form again, twinkling slightly.<br><br>"You are never before making love to another woman."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 16:38:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				SHe blushed again, and looked down "No Gasha, I didn't even know that was possible" She couldn't help but blush at the suggestion and felt a little wonder. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 16:52:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you are <em>nye</em> knowing this.&nbsp; Is <em>nye</em> so common.&nbsp; Question is, since there are those who will say that you are doing this thing, are you willing to do so?"<br><br>Which probably wouldn't be such a troubling question if it weren't for the simple fact that Glasha's standing just there, nude, giving Velma a strangely hungry look.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:17:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't look up. "Gasha, I don't know... is that what you want? I do not know any of this..." She was in a little bit of a scared mode but she knew Gasha could have easily hurt her in so many ways already 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:20:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let us just say has crossed my mind once or twice.&nbsp; But will <em>nye</em> force the matter, if you are uncomfortable."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:25:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't look up, and then did noticing fully Gasha was naked and she was pretty despite the manly clothing she wore and she blushed again and looked down "Not that I am uncomfortable, I just don't know what to do.. it would all be very new to me"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:27:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha smiles gently.<br><br>"You are willing to learn?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:31:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't look up "Gasha.. I have no where else to go.. if it makes you happy.. then yes I am willing to learn. Obviously my time with men.. has not been togood.." She was begining to understand that this was a new world and she knew better under this womans protections than any other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I force you, I am no different than abusive husband.&nbsp; Is true, <em>da</em>?&nbsp; So is important for me to know you want this.&nbsp; Otherwise..."<br><br>She shrugs and grins.<br><br>"If you are waiting for me to give you permission to want, could be here a while."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:39:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up at her "Your not forcing me Gasha..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:42:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The big blonde gets very serious.<br><br>"Stand up and come here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:45:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She quickly stood, not about to get her angry and went over to her. Whispering "yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha cups Velma's chin in one hand, gazes into the smaller woman's eyes for a long moment, and then ever-so-gently presses her lips against Velma's, kissing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 20:56:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She went with the flow of moment and when she felt the others womans lip on hers she shivered. She hadn't been kissed by any girl like this. What was this all about. She closed her eyes in wonderment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 21:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha eases up after a moment.&nbsp; Putting her hands on Velma's hips, she whispers to her.<br><br>"Put your arms around my neck, little one.&nbsp; Makes things easier, <em>da</em>?"<br><br>Then she leans down for another kiss, this time letting her tongue play across Velma's lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 21:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Putting her arms around Gasha's neck, she gently parts her lips. It didn't seem so bad and gasha smelled much sweetier in genral than eddy..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-01-2006, 21:34:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sliding her hands around to Velma's ass, Glasha pulls the smaller woman in for a firm hug and slips her tongue into Velma's mouth.<br><br>"Pretty little one, you are..."<br><br>Giving Velma's ass a quick squeeze,&nbsp; the blonde nudges her knee between Velma's legs until her thigh is brushing the brunette's mound.<br><br>"Little temptress!&nbsp; Should Glasha stop?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 15:48:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered in Gasha's arms, and gently simply allowed her to do. She she broke the kiss to speak she wasn't sure what to answer. "Whatever makes you happy Gasha..." She wasn't one to do anything advancing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 15:52:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is it that you wish to be, what is word?&nbsp; Owned?"<br><br>Glasha kisses Velma's neck, kneading her ass just hard enough to pull the girl against her leg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 16:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" I don't know Gasha, I just want to feel protected and safe..." She truly wasn't sure of anything and feeling the attentions even though from a woman felt good. She sighed softly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 16:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That I think we can do," Glasha whispers, just before nibbling on an earlobe.&nbsp; "So...you are always being good little girl?&nbsp; Never touching self?"<br><br>This time, Glasha pulls Velma firmly against her leg, lifting it to create much more pleasant friction...<br><br>"Never longing to be touched by others?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 16:19:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She finally blushed "No Gasha, I was told it was bad to touch yourself... so I didn't" She moaned a little at the friction that was being created. Whispering "I never knew anything outside of Eddy, Gasha"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 16:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Glasha</em>, little one.&nbsp; With an ell.&nbsp; Is diminutive of Glafira."<br><br>The big blonde laughs quietly.<br><br>"So.&nbsp; And you are wanting to remain good little girl?&nbsp; Or shall Glasha corrupt you?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 16:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at her and wiggled her nose "Glasha... " "Glasha... " Looking at her and blushing "Glasha, I think I'm far from being good anymore..." In her mind <em>or to anyone.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 16:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The big Russian drops her leg and lets go, twirling one finger in a circle.<br><br>"Turn around.&nbsp; This time, just for you, Glasha will show.&nbsp; We do more later."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 17:03:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at the motion, she does as told. Turning around and facing the bed and away from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-01-2006, 17:11:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha slides her arms around Velma's waist again.&nbsp; One hand rises to fondle the slender woman's breasts.&nbsp; The other teases its way between her legs.&nbsp; In between gentle kisses on Velma's neck, Glasha murmurs to her 'prisoner'.<br><br>"Relax, little one.&nbsp; Relax and enjoy.&nbsp; This is what all women should have.&nbsp; Is birthright, <em>da</em>?"<br><br>Her fingers tease one nipple, and her other hand cups Velma's mound, rubbing gently.<br><br>"Tell Glasha if she does something wrong, okay?&nbsp; Do <em>nye</em> want you hurt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>10-01-2006, 20:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered against the bigger woman. "I.. I.. don't know... about birthright's" She hissed and inhaled deeply. Her shirt though flannel could feel the rubbing on the nipple and the soft touch to her mound. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-01-2006, 20:15:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha's lips brush her ear again.<br><br>"I mean pleasure, little one."<br><br>Her bare breasts press against Velma's back, hard nipples rubbing against the smaller woman.<br><br>"Something which which too few men are willing to bother."<br><br>Slowly, gently, the hand cupping her mound massages Velma, pressing against a very sensitive spot...and the fingers holding her captive nipple pinch a little.<br><br>"As if we do <em>nye</em> have feelings about such matters!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>18-01-2006, 02:05:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking in a deep breath, she hadn't felt like this everything usually very 'brutally' done. "I don't know Glasha"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-01-2006, 02:14:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blonde just smiles and whispers to Velma, teasing her nipples a bit more.<br><br>"Take off nightshirt.&nbsp; I want to see you, little one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>20-01-2006, 14:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered under the teasing and blushed again when she spoke. Instead of unbuttoning the shirt she simply lifted it over her head. She wasn't shy to an extreme but something about htis was certainly causeing her shyness. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-01-2006, 15:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman nuzzles her neck, nipping lightly.&nbsp; Having released Velma long enough for the smaller woman to pull the shirt off, the blonde's hands quickly find their way back to the brunette's breasts, gently kneading.<br><br>"Pretty little one...pretty woman.&nbsp; I like pretty women.&nbsp; Is funny thing, but there you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>23-01-2006, 19:02:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moved and shuddered a little at the nip on her neck. This was an experiance and it felt awkward and right. That alone paranoid her a little and then a little moan escaped her again. It was one of gentle awareness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-01-2006, 19:07:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are of course a good little girl," the Russian murmurs to Velma, nibbling along her neck to the ear. &nbsp;"Never touching self, never allowing self to enjoy...such a waste of pretty girl, never to know pleasures..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>24-01-2006, 16:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She took another deep inhale of breath. This was begining to shift, she never felt aroused like she was and wondered but let the feelings go. A another little moan escaped to the trail of nibbles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2006, 16:52:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha slides one hand slowly down Velma's belly and in between her legs, cupping the smaller woman's mound again.<br><br>"Hmm.&nbsp; Warm...shall Glasha hold you down and pleasure you, little one?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>24-01-2006, 17:25:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wiggling a bit at the touch. "Whatever you wish... " She closed her eyes. At the moment she was feeling good and whatever this woman wanted she would give her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2006, 17:37:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What I wish?&nbsp; Oh, that is like promising anything!"<br><br>Glasha laughs softly, sliding one strong finger along Velma's slit and pinching one nipple firmly.<br><br>"Should make of you bad girl..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SlvKitty</strong> on <strong>25-01-2006, 15:04:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't think at the on going pressure. A strong intake of breath and a moan was her only answer. She arched forward being in the ackward position she was in and feeling everything this woman did. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Down on the Waterfront (MadPanda/Luna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-01-2006, 15:08:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha gently tests Velma's readiness for a moment, then eases one finger inside the smaller woman.<br><br>"Hmmm.&nbsp; Nice and warm.&nbsp; Is good."<br><br>She sticks her tongue in the brunette's ear, nibbling on the lobe.<br><br>"You wish Glasha to stop?&nbsp; Just say so.&nbsp; Am not brute of man, to force myself on you.&nbsp; But if you are <em>nye</em> saying so, will assume is welcome touching."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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