Forbidden Romance (tom)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: LoveIsBeautiful on 02-02-2011, 09:56:38</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Forbidden Romance (tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LoveIsBeautiful</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 09:56:38</strong>
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				Malorie Shay sits on her porch watching the movers. She wondered who this new person was moving in. She sat on her porch in jean shorts and a blue tank top. Her dark hair was hanging down straight to the middle of her back. She&nbsp; stared at the one man she saw with her dark blue eyes. He was the only person besides the obvious movers that had come in and out. She wasn't sure if it was just him moving in or if he had a family. She looked into the door and called in "mom i'm gonna run next door and meet the new neighbor."<br><br>She slipped her blue flip flops on and walked towards the house next door. She grabbed a box and walked up to the door as he walked out, "Hi I'm Malorie, I live next door, I thought I'd help you."<br><br>(sorry so short I couldn't quite figure out how to start this)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Forbidden Romance (tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 15:33:27</strong>
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				John Anderson watched the movers to most of the heavy lifting. He was happy paying to let them break their backs on his heavy furniture. He had gotten himself a mug with coffee from his new kitchen and sat on the porch. It was a nice summer day. A bit too hot for his jeans, he figured. He'd put on some shorts or something later on. A white t-shirt and a Yankees cap completed his outfit.<br><br>He was happy with the house so far. He worked from home, so he knew he'd spend a lot of time in it. The neighborhood seemed fine as well. Quiet. Families. Dogs. <br><br>The fridge had been up for just an hour, but had hopefully cooled a bottle of coke enough to make it drinkable. He went to fetch one, and moved back to the porch when he almost bumped into a young girl.<br><br>"Oh. Hi there. I'm John." He offered her a hand in greeting. John was tall and broad shouldered with a strong chin and light brown eyes. He was good looking for his age, but knew from experience that girls like Malorie rarely offered him a second glass. Once a man was almost as old as their fathers, he was invisible.<br><br>"You live over there? That's a nice house."
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