Every Rose Has Its Thorns
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				Title: <strong>Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 07:18:36</strong>
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				Jenna Lawless, sixth daughter of a sixth daughter, at 23 years of age, had been allowed the freedom to choose a path not ordinarly permitted to those of her clan until they were much older and more experienced.&nbsp; Her magic was strong indeed, and she was on a bit of a quest to find her place in both the closed society of her clan and the "real" world in which most members of the clan lived day to day.&nbsp; She had moved to southeastern Virginia, to the port city of Anderson, which had been settled in early colonial times, because she was in search of historically significant sites which were more historically significant than the curators realized. What she sought were sites where witches had lived, worked, practiced their dark arts, and even died during colonial times.&nbsp; It wasn't just New England that had witch hunts.&nbsp; They were just the only ones that had been publicized in popular culture.<br><br>Some days she would just drive ... "aimlessly" some might say ... though in fact she was simply trying to pick up on the presence of magic and potentially magical forces, places and objects.&nbsp; Some days she came up dry.&nbsp; Others were more productive.&nbsp; Two of her last lovers had been found while doing this, though they were no longer a part of Jenna's life.&nbsp; Their powers were only rudimentary and of no use to her in her quest.&nbsp; She smiled as she thought they were both happy somewhere dancing around a stone altar when the moon was full and performing oral sex on some "high priestess" somewhere while the "high priest" took them from behind, and they would be valuable to their covens because they actually knew something about how to harness the forces of nature, whether for good or evil. They had been an amusing diversion, and now she was in search of other amusing diversions as she also sought out places and things of real power.<br><br>Lost in thought, she drove aimlessly through this new subdivision.&nbsp; Three bedroom homes, just enough variety in the designs that one would have to be paying attention to realize that several houses on every block were almost identical.&nbsp; Fenced in back yards, and the same tree growing in front of every house.&nbsp; Same tree.&nbsp; Same height.&nbsp; Same distance back from the road.&nbsp; Some species of plant selected for it's ability to not die easily and grow quickly. And when it was grown, it would still be some tree that nobody bothered to know what it was.&nbsp; Not like the majestic oaks that lined the streets in the older neighborhoods, where if they were lucky, were inhabited by rich elderly people. And if the neighborhood wasn't so lucky, each grand old house would now be a multifamily extended family dwelling having to endure the vibrations of the base from the music which assaulted it constantly from every direction.<br><br>But no, this was not one of those neighborhoods.&nbsp; Not a house here was over two years old, and most of its occupants would still be married, and most of the houses would still contain a single family.&nbsp; All the adults would be at work, and all the kids at school.&nbsp; Perhaps one house in twenty (or maybe thirty) would contain a stay-at-home mom with one or more children after 9:00 in the morning.&nbsp; Most would be gone long before that.&nbsp; As it was, she couldn't remember how many blocks back it had been since she'd even seen a car in a driveway.<br><br>Jenna's drifting mind was brought back to the here and now with the plop plop plopping of a flat tire on her black Audi Q5.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Dammit!&nbsp; A brand new car!"</em></strong>&nbsp; <br><br>(http://smgenglish.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/21/q5.jpg)<br><br>Normally, she might look around to ensure nobody was watching, whisper a spell to fix whatever is wrong, and be on her way.&nbsp; But today, she had that feeling that she was supposed to stop here.&nbsp; It was that feeling she had right before she met Brenda.&nbsp; So, pulling over to the side of the road, she got out to inspect the damage and wait a little while to see if she needed to dirty her own hands, or if someone would dirty theirs instead.<br><br>Though she had opted for the Audi SUV rather than the Ferrari, or even the little red mustang convertible, it didn't mean she didn't still like to call attention to herself. She just felt an SUV would be less conspicuous as she went about her quest, while still wanting to look good doing it. Even though she had gone for the casual look, Jenna wasn't one to wear baggy clothing.&nbsp; Perched atop heels of moderate height but sinister design, she was wearing tight jeans and a form fitting pullover top which left a bit of midriff for anyone who could bring his or her eyes down below the rather imposing breasts.<br><br>(http://gamesprite.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/normal_gemma-atkinson-0019.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 08:31:45</strong>
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				Clarence Francis Marion, or Frank as he preferred to be called, first and only son of his family, was a quiet sort of guy.&nbsp; It wasn't often he spoke to many people, not out of fear or self loathing, but simply because he was a shy sort of guy.&nbsp; He felt like he knew how to talk to girls, but they always turned him away.&nbsp; His latest encounter had turned out poorly.<br><br>It started with his latest attempt to talk to a girl in his classes named Holly.&nbsp; She was cute, athletic, had long auburn hair, dressed nicely, and was smart.&nbsp; But every time Frank tried to talk to her, she looked away.&nbsp; Worse, she had a boyfriend named Arthur, the de facto king of the basketball team.&nbsp; Arthur always gazed at Frank with angry glares, ready to murder him at a moment's notice, should an opportunity present itself.&nbsp; Getting off the steps to the second floor of the school, Frank ran into Holly, smiled at her and said hello.&nbsp; She started to turn around, away from Arthur, but Arthur didn't want her to even look at Frank.<br><br>"Hey, buddy," Arthur said, pushing Frank in the shoulder.&nbsp; "What's the big idea?"<br><br>By the time Frank heard the question, he was already falling back into the stairwell.&nbsp; He bounced three times before he stopped.&nbsp; The fall knocked him out and kept him out of school for a week.&nbsp; He was lucky enough to not have any severe breaks, but his left leg had almost come out of joint.&nbsp; His doctor said he needed to rest for a few days and not walk around any more than he had to.<br><br>The distraction was welcome, though he knew he ran the chance of falling behind on his studies.&nbsp; He had connections to get his assignments from class and each day, he easily kept up with what he'd been brought the previous afternoon.&nbsp; Being a straight A student was an effort, but one Frank could keep up with.<br><br>When he heard an odd bang from the street, he wanted to go check, but wasn't sure if he should get up.&nbsp; He heard a repetitive flopping noise and knew from observation that it was a lot like a flat tire.&nbsp; Wanting to make sure, Frank found his crutches and his coat and went to the door to check it out.<br><br>As the door opened, Frank saw a beautiful blonde.&nbsp; A young woman, perky and perfect in almost every way.&nbsp; "Hello," Frank said meekly.&nbsp; "Are you ok?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 08:44:48</strong>
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				A young male.&nbsp; Perfect.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; He was on crutches though, so he might not be able to help.&nbsp; Still, it was a male to mess with, and she knew some cosmic forces may be at work here.&nbsp; What were the odds of her flat, on a brand new car with brand new tires, happening right in front of the only house for a mile around with someone actually at home.&nbsp; Jenna flashed a trademark all-American girl smile.<br><br>From his front porch, he was still some distance away, and she'd like to lure him closer.&nbsp; She began fumbling with her key trying to get into the back of the car.&nbsp; Responding just barely loud enough for him to hear in the hope of luring him closer.<br><br><em><strong>"Yeah, I'm not like, hurt or anything, but I'm afraid I'm kinda stupid when it comes to cars. Do you know how to change a flat tire?"</strong></em><br><br>It was surely cool enough to warrant wearing the jacket, but Jenna would be fine for a few minutes in just the sexy top, sans jacket, and besides the cold might have an interesting effect on her nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 08:53:58</strong>
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				Frank knew how tires were supposed to work.&nbsp; He'd studied enough schematics of vehicles real and fictional to understand how their mechanical structures worked.&nbsp; He felt bad that the blonde was in the cold with no coat, but he had to do what he could to help.&nbsp; She was cute, cuter than just about any girl he'd ever encountered.&nbsp; Surely he could help her out for a minute.<br><br>"I'll be right there," Frank said.&nbsp; He was glad he didn't have to worry about a cast of any sort on his leg.&nbsp; It would have slowed him down even more.&nbsp; He paced himself getting down to the street and to the girl.&nbsp; She needed his help after all.<br><br>When he approached, he thought he could smell something sweet and fragrant, though Frank accepted it could have been his imagination.&nbsp; "Let me take a look," he said.&nbsp; "Do you have a spare tire?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 09:02:28</strong>
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				So, he was ambulatory, no cast, that's good.&nbsp; Probably just some nerd who tripped over his own feet and got an ouchie.&nbsp; Or maybe he was trying something athletic.&nbsp; That must have been a sight to see.<br><br><strong><em>"I don't know.&nbsp; I mean, it's a new car, I just got it a month ago. They're supposed to come with spare tires, right?"&nbsp; </em> </strong> <br><br>As she spoke, she handed the keys to him and turned to walk back around to her driver's door to get in.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Just let me know if you need anything, ok? Thanks sweetie."</em></strong><br><br>And that was it. There was an understanding here.&nbsp; Ladies don't get their hands dirty changing tires.&nbsp; That was the man's job, and she would be waiting in the car where it was warm, listening to some music while thumbing through a magazine, perhaps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 09:08:04</strong>
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				He was stunned.&nbsp; It was unbelievable.&nbsp; If he weren't on crutches, Frank wouldn't have thought twice about it, but since he was, it wasn't conducive for him to change a tire.&nbsp; The car was totally unknown to him, aside from the fact that it was an Audi.<br><br>True, the blonde had no coat and Frank wanted to help her, but what could he do?&nbsp; His leg was getting in the way.<br><br>Ashamed, he went to the side of the car and knocked on the window.&nbsp; "Miss?&nbsp; I don't know where your spare is and I don't have any tools to change it.&nbsp; And..."&nbsp; He looked down at his leg, wishing he hadn't needed crutches at that moment.&nbsp; "I need your help.&nbsp; You can borrow my coat if you want."&nbsp; Frank held himself against the car and took off his coat, sure the blonde would help him out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 09:18:55</strong>
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				Even though she was being a bitch to the young male, she wasn't acting bitchy. It was more like an employer/employee relationship.&nbsp; As if she was paying him to do the work she wasn't going to do, for whatever reason.&nbsp; Of course she wasn't paying him for his work, but that was beside the point. It's the male's job to change the tire, not hers.&nbsp; So, when he tapped on the glass, she lowered the window just a couple of inches and listened to him stammer something about not having tools.<br><br><em><strong>"Need my help?&nbsp; What do you want me to do? I don't know anything about cars."</strong></em><br><br>She was making no moves to get out of the car, and the question didn't sound like she really wanted to know what he wanted her to do.&nbsp; It was more of a statement that he won't be getting much help from her any time soon.&nbsp; Then, as he just stood there, amazed no doubt by her attitude, he reached for the glove box to retrieve the little operator's guide.&nbsp; This required a bit of stretching on her part, just in case he might be starting to forget she was female.<br><br>Handing the book out through the little opening at the top of the window.<br><br><em><strong>"Here you are, sweetie, this should help."</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 09:30:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Need my help?&nbsp; What do you want me to do? I don't know anything about cars."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I could talk you through it."<br><br>Instead of simply accepting an injured man's aid, Frank saw the blonde reach into her glove box and take out the owner's manual.&nbsp; She popped the book through the window and Frank caught it.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Here you are, sweetie, this should help."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She was staying in the car.&nbsp; She wanted Frank to change her tire by himself even though he couldn't.&nbsp; Again, he tapped on the window, this time with his crutch.&nbsp; "I know what to do already, but I'm not physically capable."&nbsp; He held up the crutch as much as he dared, especially since he was putting so much weight on the other one.&nbsp; "I can talk you through it.&nbsp; Won't take but a minute or two.&nbsp; I have tea and coffee inside.&nbsp; Hot chocolate."&nbsp; He didn't get much of a reaction so he put his weight back on the crutch and said, "Help?"<br><br>But Frank knew if the blonde didn't come out, then she would be stuck in front of his house <em>all day.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 09:47:46</strong>
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				Well, it looked like he wasn't as willing as she would like to risk further injury to his leg for her.&nbsp; Ironic that she didn't know how he got the injury in the first place, just trying to say hi to a hot girl who probably wasn't nearly as hot as Jenna.&nbsp; At least not the Jenna he would be seeing later.<br><br>She sighed and got out of the car, to stand up very... very.. close to the male, talking to him as one might an errant child.<br><br><em><strong>"Okay, look.&nbsp; Do you have any idea how much I paid for these jeans?&nbsp; Hmmm?&nbsp; How about this top?"</strong></em><br><br>Of course she had to point to her lower half, then her top half (specifically to her breasts), as she referred to each article of clothing, just in case he wasn't sure what jeans and what top it was she was referring to.<br><br>Pointing to the jeans again:&nbsp; <strong><em>"A hundred and twenty five bucks."</em></strong><br><br>Pointing to the top:&nbsp; <strong><em>"Eighty five."</em></strong><br><br>Waving her fingers in front of his face:&nbsp; <strong><em>"These nails.&nbsp; Over fifty."</em></strong><br><br><strong><em>"And you want me to ruin them changing a tire?"</em></strong>&nbsp; She shrugged as if wondering if he might be the stupidest animal on the planet for not being able to figure out a solution, and then she would try to help.<br><br>Sigh.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Okay, look.. if you can't do it for me, do you have like a friend you can call or something?&nbsp; I'm new here and don't know anybody."</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 10:03:11</strong>
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				The blonde just kept getting more unruly.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Okay, look.&nbsp; Do you have any idea how much I paid for these jeans?&nbsp; Hmmm?&nbsp; How about this top?"<br><br>"A hundred and twenty five bucks."<br><br>"Eighty five."<br><br>"These nails.&nbsp; Over fifty."<br><br>"And you want me to ruin them changing a tire?"<br><br>"Okay, look.. if you can't do it for me, do you have like a friend you can call or something?&nbsp; I'm new here and don't know anybody."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It was looking bad.&nbsp; Here was an incredibly attractive woman, a blonde goddess.&nbsp; Frank wanted to keep her around, maybe get to know her--or more--and she wasn't being helpful.&nbsp; She didn't want to ruin her clothes, so she was stuck and Frank was stuck with her.<br><br>Much like the blonde, he sighed.&nbsp; "Let me make a call."&nbsp; Frank didn't have his cell phone on him, so he'd have to go back to the house.&nbsp; "Hey, you might as well come inside with me.&nbsp; My phone's in there and it's probably warmer and drier than sitting in your car.&nbsp; I'm just saying, the offer's there."<br><br>Frank limped back inside on his crutches, then hobbled down the hallway toward his cell phone.&nbsp; There weren't many numbers he could call and hope to get anyone.&nbsp; His workaholic parents were at work, so they weren't even options.&nbsp; Same went for the neighbors.&nbsp; He didn't know any towing services and didn't want to pick anything out for the blonde.<br><br>Left with no other choice, he called his best friend, but was forced to leave a message.&nbsp; "Hey, it's Frank.&nbsp; I need a favor right now.&nbsp; There's a hot blonde here and her tire's blown out.&nbsp; Could you come over and help me change it for her?"<br><br>Once Frank hung up, he didn't know if there was anything else he could do.&nbsp; He sighed again, realizing that everything was out of his hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 10:14:21</strong>
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				She wasn't acting <em>mean</em> to him, per se, she just expected him to change her tire. <br><br>Able to walk faster than the boy on crutches, she strutted past him to give him a nice view of her ass in the tight jeans, but at least had the decency to wait for him at the door before entering his house.&nbsp; Once inside, she asked if she should put on water for tea, as if she was a neighbor popping over for a visit in a house she was comfortable making herself at home in.<br><br>She smiled to herself as she heard him leaving a message to his presumed friend, and when he was off the phone, she engaged him in conversation as if nothing was amiss.<br><br><em><strong>"So, hi there.&nbsp; I'm Jenna, what's your name, sweetie?"</strong></em>&nbsp; Licking her lips in what might have been construed as in a predatory manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 10:40:31</strong>
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				Regardless of anything else, the blonde had a nice ass.&nbsp; Frank wasn't one to look at asses and compare and contrast them, but he could start at the blonde's ass and love the hell out of it.&nbsp; He'd expected her to walk into his house without invitation, but she waited for him to go in first.<br><br>Thinking about it after he hung up, the blonde was put into a stressful situation.&nbsp; She couldn't be as bad as he was starting to think she was.&nbsp; She was just stressed, angry, and freaking out.<br><br>She had put on some water for tea, so there was some capability there.&nbsp; Frank was starting to see this girl as a human being again, someone who was just having a bad day.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So, hi there.&nbsp; I'm Jenna, what's your name, sweetie?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jenna.&nbsp; What a perfect name for the blonde.&nbsp; Jenna.&nbsp; She licked her lips slightly and her lips looked so full and perfect.&nbsp; Jenna was incredible.&nbsp; Frank just wished he could be man enough for her at that moment.<br><br>"I'm, uh, Frank."&nbsp; He wasn't about to say his whole name in front of Jenna, not yet at least.&nbsp; "It's nice to meet you."&nbsp; Frank glanced at the water heating up and asked, "Have you found the tea yet?&nbsp; If not, I can get it for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 20:35:39</strong>
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				<em><strong>"Tea?&nbsp; No, I didn't wanna go snooping too much.&nbsp; That'd be rude.&nbsp; I prefer green herbal tea if you have it, but any tea will do."</strong></em><br><br>Jenna took a seat on a bar stool across the counter from where Frank would be in the kitchen fixing their tea.&nbsp; It wasn't terribly rude just to expect him to fix the tea.&nbsp; After all, he invited her in, he's the host.<br><br><em><strong>"So, tell me about yourself.&nbsp; How old are you and what happened to your leg?"</strong></em><br><br>Jenna had found that pretty girls can get away with asking personal questions, that boys will freely volunteer information to pretty girls who ask, where they might respond with more of a suspicious "why do you want to know?" attitude if someone less pretty were asking.&nbsp; Could it be they like talking about themselves, hoping something they say might impress the girl?&nbsp; No doubt.<br><br>She was picking up some rather ... interesting ... vibrations from this one.&nbsp; Though far from handsome (very far, in her opinion) he wasn't totally repulsive, and Jenna thought she might have some use for him.&nbsp; And if not, she might just do something to break his heart, cripple him permanently, and move on.&nbsp; That might provide an afternoon's amusement for her.&nbsp; She was in no hurry, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 21:00:57</strong>
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				Before Frank could answer, his phone rang. The display read ROB.<br><br>Robert Davis walked out of the house he was staying it, a block away from Frank's, the phone to his ear as he went. After receiving the message he had put a denim jacket he wouldn't mind getting dirty on over his T-shirt and jeans and hurried out of the door, telling his mother's cousin that he was going out to help Frank. After all, the guy was on crutches. And he had an X-Box 360. And he'd mentioned something about a hot blonde.<br><br>His scruffy brown hair didn't quite stand on end from the cold - winter here was proving mild compared to back home in London - but it was still enough to make him pull his arms in closer as he walked over to Frank's, as he had plenty of times since arriving in America for this exchange trip six weeks ago. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 07:58:00</strong>
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				Before Frank could answer Jenna's question--he really wanted to tell her about himself--Rob called.&nbsp; It was a message that let things progress they way they needed to.&nbsp; After all, Jenna could leave her tire unchanged all day.&nbsp; She probably had somewhere she needed to go.<br><br>"Hey, I just got a message from Rob.&nbsp; He should be here any minute to help with your tire."<br><br>Frank felt bad interrupting Jenna's question, so he said, "By the time he gets it changed, the tea should be ready.&nbsp; It takes some time for it to steam right."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 08:21:08</strong>
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				<em><strong>"Hopefully it won't take too long."</strong></em>&nbsp; Jenna slid off the barstool she had been sitting on.&nbsp; <strong><em>"The idea, I thought, was to have some tea while we were waiting for your friend to change my tire."</em></strong>&nbsp; <br><br>She was strolling slowly around the living room now, checking out the house as if one might stroll through a store looking at merchandise.&nbsp; The pictures on the mantel.&nbsp; The books on the shelves. Any DVD's or CD's that may be laying about.<br><br><em><strong>"Surely, you've made tea before, haven't you, Frank?"</strong></em><br><br>Jenna stepped up closer to examine a family portrait framed and hanging on the wall, to see if she could get any interesting vibes from it or anything else in the room.<br><br><em><strong>"You're trying to avoid my question, aren't you?&nbsp; What happened to your leg?&nbsp; Was it a fight?"</strong></em>&nbsp; She turned to face in Frank's direction, a bit of a challenging, accusatory look on her face now.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Were you fighting, Frank?&nbsp; Was it over a girl?"</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 09:25:02</strong>
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				Frank started the tea boiling and thought about how he'd cut off Jenna.&nbsp; But she pushed further and came close to the root of the problem.&nbsp; It hadn't been a fight that saddled Frank with a pair of crutches, but it had all the trappings.<br><br>"It wasn't a fight exactly," Frank said.&nbsp; He put the tea in the pot when it was ready, not knowing how to answer any further.&nbsp; Then he calmed himself and said a little more.&nbsp; "I was going to talk to a girl at school, but her boyfriend was there.&nbsp; He shoved me in the shoulder and I fell down the stairs behind me.&nbsp; I was lucky not to be more beat up."<br><br>In an unusual bout of confidence, Frank stood up for himself, figuratively since his injuries kept him closer to the ground than he would have liked.&nbsp; "And I'm sorry if it seemed like I was dodging you.&nbsp; It's not every day that I make tea for a beautiful woman."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 14:00:16</strong>
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				Rob reached the house, pausing to give a low whistle at the car, walking around to see the flat tyre. "Nice... Then again," he muttered to himself, "you'd think they'd have breakdown cover..."<br><br>He trudged up to the house, getting ready to ring the bell, when he heard voices through the half open window to the kitchen. Frank was making tea for a beautiful woman? Maybe he should give them a little longer, he thought with a smirk. But remembering the circumstances of Franke going down the stairs, maybe he should knock and save him from himself. He'd give the girl time to respond, anyway...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 16:55:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4187061#msg4187061">Quote from: nightender on 27-01-2011, 09:25:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; "And I'm sorry if it seemed like I was dodging you.&nbsp; It's not every day that I make tea for a beautiful woman."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jenna smiled for the boy.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Oh, aren't you sweet!"</strong></em>&nbsp; If she heard one more absolute fucking loser like this try to sound like he's all cool and suave thinking he could make points by calling her beautiful, she would... maybe ... send&nbsp; a plague or something to wipe out the population of the whole city.&nbsp; Of course she's beautiful, and there are more appropriate ways for losers like that to say it.&nbsp; From their knees, crying or begging, perhaps.&nbsp; At any rate, Jenna decided to keep up the act, playing sweet enough for him so that he's willing to put up with the occasional putdown.&nbsp; And submit to interrogation, of course.<br><br><em><strong>"It sounds to me like you weren't beaten up at all, but pushed down a flight of stairs.&nbsp; That was a cheap shot.&nbsp; And over a girl.&nbsp; I like that part.&nbsp; So, when you get back to school, are you gonna kick his ass and take his girl away or what?"&nbsp; </strong> </em> She resisted, somehow, the urge to laugh out loud at that, knowing it was probably some football jock or something who had done the pushing, and the girl was way out of his league.&nbsp; <em><strong>"No one would blame you if you did."</strong></em><br><br>A moment later she felt a bit more of a chill in the already too-cool house as the wind shifted outside.<br><br><strong><em>"Feels like you have a window open."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 21:37:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It sounds to me like you weren't beaten up at all, but pushed down a flight of stairs.&nbsp; That was a cheap shot.&nbsp; And over a girl.&nbsp; I like that part.&nbsp; So, when you get back to school, are you gonna kick his ass and take his girl away or what?&nbsp; No one would blame you if you did."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I'm not an ass-kicker, so I really don't know what I can do."&nbsp; Frank shrugged.&nbsp; "Sure, Arthur deserves a good beating, but he's wider than I am and none of it's fat."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Feels like you have a window open."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You're right."&nbsp; Frank looked around and saw the shape of Rob at the door.&nbsp; "Rob's here.&nbsp; I should let him in."<br><br>Frank moved toward the door and opened it.&nbsp; "Hey Rob.&nbsp; Come in, you should meet Jenna."&nbsp; Glancing at the lovely blonde, Frank said, "Jenna, this is my friend Rob."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 04:56:53</strong>
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				Jenna was still snooping around when Rob entered.&nbsp; She flashed him a smile and walked over to him to extend her hand.<br><br><em><strong>"Hi there.&nbsp; You're my knight in shining armor I presume?&nbsp; Did Frank tell you I'm just a stupid helpless girl who doesn't know anything about cars?&nbsp; He didn't call me a 'dumb blond', did he?"</strong></em><br><br>Oh, this was lovely.&nbsp; Is this one as big a nerd as the other?&nbsp; Well, at least he doesn't appear to have been beaten up recently.<br><br><em><strong>"So, can you tell me how long this will take?&nbsp; Not that I'm in a hurry to get anywhere in particular, I'm just curious.&nbsp; We'll have some tea ready for you when you finish."</strong></em><br><br>At this point she was wondering if either of these guys knew <em>anything</em> about cars.&nbsp; Neither of them looked manly enough.&nbsp; Oh well, if they fuck something up, she can always use magic to undo it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 05:11:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4188920#msg4188920">Quote from: nightender on 27-01-2011, 21:37:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Frank moved toward the door and opened it.&nbsp; "Hey Rob.&nbsp; Come in, you should meet Jenna."&nbsp; Glancing at the lovely blonde, Frank said, "Jenna, this is my friend Rob."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He followed Frank back inside and smiled. "Hello."<br><br>He wasn't wrong, she was a stunner, and that smile... and that body under that tight little top... <em>look away, man, don't ogle</em>.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4190446#msg4190446">Quote from: NiceTexasGuy on 28-01-2011, 04:56:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jenna was still snooping around when Rob entered.&nbsp; She flashed him a smile and walked over to him to extend her hand.<br><br><em><strong>"Hi there.&nbsp; You're my knight in shining armor I presume?&nbsp; Did Frank tell you I'm just a stupid helpless girl who doesn't know anything about cars?&nbsp; He didn't call me a 'dumb blond', did he?"</strong></em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Ah, no, no, he didn't." He shook her hand lightly, middle-class English manners demanding he do so, and doing his best to stop his eyes drifting down while also keep him from holding her gaze for very long.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4190446#msg4190446">Quote from: NiceTexasGuy on 28-01-2011, 04:56:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>"So, can you tell me how long this will take?&nbsp; Not that I'm in a hurry to get anywhere in particular, I'm just curious.&nbsp; We'll have some tea ready for you when you finish."</strong></em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well, if it's just the tyre, shouldn't be long, I figure it must have a spare, and probably a jack in the housing. If we need to find something else to jack it up - Frank, your parents will have one, right? Either way, we'l need to get into the boot... sorry, <em>trunk</em> to get the spare out."<br><br>He hoped he sounded confident. The last tyre he'd changed was on a bicycle. And that was three years ago.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 05:17:14</strong>
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				"I think we can get it set up," Frank said.&nbsp; He spared a glance at Jenna again, knowing that she wanted to keep herself effort and rain free.&nbsp; Regardless, Jenna was amazing.&nbsp; Something about her was enchanting and Frank just had to know more.&nbsp; Sadly, the best way to do this was to help get her tire changed.<br><br>"I can talk you through it, Rob.&nbsp; It's these damn crutches and leg that keep me from being able to do more."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 05:27:11</strong>
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				<em><strong>"Well, if you have any trouble getting it up, just let me know..."</strong></em>&nbsp; Yep, she knew exactly what she was saying, but kept a straight face and pretended to be clueless.. <strong><em>"Oh, no, what am I saying, I don't know anything about that sort of thing. So, shall I just remain inside and do woman's work, watch the water boil or something?"</em></strong><br><br>English accent.&nbsp; Interesting, but she didn't want to jump on that right away.&nbsp; Given that she didn't know anything about these guys except one lived here, the other close by, and neither of them were at work or in school at the traditional time, she didn't have a solid plan in place for anything.&nbsp; She would just stay flexible, as any naughty girl on the lookout for opportunity would.&nbsp; She suspected the boys wouldn't be in a hurry for her to depart their presence for good.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 05:42:00</strong>
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				"I've got a jack and I think there's a spare tire in the back of Jenna's trunk.&nbsp; I'll show you where everything is, Rob, and I can talk you thought it."<br><br>Frank tried to build up some leadership qualities and put on more of an appearance of strength.&nbsp; He needed something to appeal to Jenna so their encounter wouldn't just be a one-time thing.&nbsp; Things might have gotten to a bad start, but Frank just knew something could be built on.&nbsp; What, he had no idea.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 06:33:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4190575#msg4190575">Quote from: NiceTexasGuy on 28-01-2011, 05:27:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>"Well, if you have any trouble getting it up, just let me know..."</strong></em>&nbsp; Yep, she knew exactly what she was saying, but kept a straight face and pretended to be clueless.. <strong><em>"Oh, no, what am I saying, I don't know anything about that sort of thing. So, shall I just remain inside and do woman's work, watch the water boil or something?"</em></strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rob managed not to say anything about her first comment. Somehow. "Mechanics can be women's work too, don't limit yourself. But of course if you want to avoid heavy lifting I don't blame you." He chuckled, doing his best to sound charming and amusing. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4190619#msg4190619">Quote from: nightender on 28-01-2011, 05:42:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I've got a jack and I think there's a spare tire in the back of Jenna's trunk.&nbsp; I'll show you where everything is, Rob, and I can talk you thought it."<br><br>Frank tried to build up some leadership qualities and put on more of an appearance of strength.&nbsp; He needed something to appeal to Jenna so their encounter wouldn't just be a one-time thing.&nbsp; Things might have gotten to a bad start, but Frank just knew something could be built on.&nbsp; What, he had no idea.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Right, let's get this show on the road. So to speak." He went to follow Frank out to the garage. <br><br>Once they were out of earshot, the window now closed and inside the garage, he turned to Frank. "Holy shit. She looks like she escaped from a calendar in a gas station..." He smirked at the thought of her as he retrieved the jack from a shelf.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 06:51:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Holy shit. She looks like she escaped from a calendar in a gas station..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"She looks better than that."&nbsp; Frank showed Rob to the jack, then led the way back to the curb.&nbsp; "I don't know, man.&nbsp; There's something about her, something special.&nbsp; It's like I don't want her to drive away, but I really want to help her."<br><br>Frank showed Rob the spare and talked him through changing the tire out in detail.&nbsp; Frank honestly knew how to do it, and lacked the ability.&nbsp; He wanted something to be real about Jenna, he wanted her to not just be some inspiration for a cool but unbelievable story to tell in the future.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 07:08:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4190809#msg4190809">Quote from: Beatrice Black on 28-01-2011, 06:33:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mechanics can be women's work too, don't limit yourself. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jenna came this close... <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">this close</span>.. (holding up thumb and forefinger close to each other) to calling down the aforementioned plague.<br><br><em><strong>"Dear god, how can these guys be so fucking stupid?"</strong></em>&nbsp; she mumbled to herself after they departed for her car, wondering if they were both virgins.&nbsp; Frank had left her alone in the house, free to snoop to her heart's content, but she refrained from snooping.&nbsp; Probably nothing of value in this house and nothing of value in either of the boys except perhaps for an evening's entertainment, the climax coming when she would do something to thoroughly ruin their lives.<br><br>Still, there was that vibe she was picking up on from the one named Frank.&nbsp; Rob, or Ron, or whatever his name was, was of no interest to her yet.&nbsp; But since they came as a package deal, no extra charge, she decided to let .. the other one.. whatever his name, tag along if he wanted.<br><br>She sat at the bar and occasionally added a bit of water to the pot as the level dropped and the two nerd boys struggled to change her tire.&nbsp; Needless to say, she spent the time planning some fun activities that may or may not involve them, but the invitation would be made.<br><br>She would occasionally peek out the window to see how they were progressing.&nbsp; The idiot child who told her that girls can be mechanics, too, appeared to be having trouble removing the lug nuts, lacking the upper body strength required to break them free.&nbsp; Well, she couldn't blame him for that, as they were put on with an impact wrench at the factory... Still, it took Einstein way too long to apply some simple physics to the problem.&nbsp; She chuckled as she listened to the one on crutches try to describe to the one on his knees how to get the holes lined up, but what was coming out of his mouth obviously wasn't the same image he pictured in his mind, and what the kid on the ground was hearing wasn't what came out of Frank's mouth.<br><br>Finally.. FINALLY, they were done.&nbsp; Jenna, was pleased&nbsp; to see plenty of dirt and a bit of grease and even some blood from some scrapes.&nbsp; She always liked it when blood was shed for her.&nbsp; It felt so sacrilegious.&nbsp; Playing the hostess now, she was pouring hot water into the third cup as the boys walked in, with a choice of tea bags and instant hot cocoa laid out for them to choose from.<br><br><strong><em>"I can't tell you guys how much I appreciate this.&nbsp; How would you guys like to treat me to pizza tonight?&nbsp; My way of saying thank you."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 08:46:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob looked sidelong at her as she made her offer, as he washed the muck out of the scratch marks on his left hand. An offer to let them buy her dinner? Yes, being seen out with her would be cool, but damn, she could at least offer to go dutch, it wasn't like she was going to put out for both of them...<br><br>He glanced over at Frank, and stopped himself saying what he really thought of the idea. "That's quite alright, but... I wouldn't want to make three a crowd."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 17:21:10</strong>
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				It wasn't fair.&nbsp; Rob had done all the heavy lifting, he deserved to be rewarded.&nbsp; "Come on, man," Frank whispered.&nbsp; "You've got to come, you just have to."<br><br>Then Frank turned toward Jenna and smiled.&nbsp; His eyes could easily get used to looking at her, very easily.&nbsp; "We'd love to.&nbsp; What did you have in mind, Jenna?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 21:49:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna couldn't believe these guys.&nbsp; Instead of jumping at the chance, they were each offering to let the other go without him?&nbsp; This might turn out to be more fun than originally planned.<br><br><em><strong><br>"Well, if you two aren't afraid I might molest you once we're alone, you can pick up some pizza and bring it to my apartment.&nbsp; Oh, and bring along any games you want for the X-box.&nbsp; Since you're getting the pizza, I guess I can supply the beer."</strong></em><br><br>She was pretty sure they were too young for beer.&nbsp; Would they admit to her that as mere children, they weren't allowed to consume alcoholic beverages?<br><br><strong><em>"You guys do drink, don't you?"</em></strong><br><br>If and when they agreed that they did, in fact, drink beer with their pizza, she would then ask what kind.&nbsp; Putting them on the spot, perhaps?&nbsp; Or maybe not.&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; An address and phone number would be supplied (she could always erase their memories later so they wouldn't stalk her) and then an idea.<br><br><em><strong>"So, I know why Frank isn't in school.&nbsp; What about you?" </strong> </em>&nbsp; directed to Rob.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 04:39:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4192965#msg4192965">Quote from: NiceTexasGuy on 28-01-2011, 21:49:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><em>"You guys do drink, don't you?"</em></strong><br><br>If and when they agreed that they did, in fact, drink beer with their pizza, she would then ask what kind.&nbsp; Putting them on the spot, perhaps?&nbsp; Or maybe not.&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; An address and phone number would be supplied (she could always erase their memories later so they wouldn't stalk her) and then an idea.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I can at home, but not here. Not legally anyway..." he added, implying that he wasn't about to let that stop him. Even though it actually had, as finding a fake ID cost more money than he felt five months' worth of occasional drinking deserved.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4192965#msg4192965">Quote from: NiceTexasGuy on 28-01-2011, 21:49:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>"So, I know why Frank isn't in school.&nbsp; What about you?" </strong> </em>&nbsp; directed to Rob.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I had to be in because of a furniture delivery where I'm staying. Or actually didn't <em>have</em> to, it turns out, but was able to get away with it." He half smiled at his ingenuity in escaping an hour of maths, an hour of English, and lots of weak jokes about how he should know all that already, and some study hall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 11:16:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna wanted to buy them beer.&nbsp; It was a fresh, bright light in everything that had transpired.&nbsp; It would take a little time, but Frank knew he could get it set up.&nbsp; All he and Rob had to do was pick up some pizzas and go to Jenna's place.&nbsp; "I think it sounds like a great plan," Frank said.&nbsp; He was already putty in Jenna's hands.<br><br>The trio exchanged pleasantries and went about their business.&nbsp; From the furniture deliveries, to changing into dry clothes, Frank got everything in order to go over to Jenna's.&nbsp; He and Rob went and picked up pizza's from the best place he knew and gathered a few XBOX games in case Jenna was wanting to play something.<br><br>Regardless of what might happen, Frank eventually found the right door and rang the doorbell.&nbsp; He just had to know more about this girl and was lucky to have Rob along to give him a second set of eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 23:08:01</strong>
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				"You know if you want me to split, I'm gone." Rob smiled encouragingly. "She seems more interested in you anwyay."<br><br>He looked up at the apartment. Nice neighbourhood, near a college campus, apparently not many individual apartments in the building so they were probably pretty big. This girl obviously lived well... and gave the impression that she'd never worked a day in her life... so why <em>was</em> she interested in either of them? This was the kind of thing that happened in sex comedies, not real life...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 08:59:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I still owe you, Rob."&nbsp; Frank thought about it and realized Rob had given him the opening he really wanted.&nbsp; Should Jenna want to get Frank alone, Frank only had to say the word and it would happen.&nbsp; "If it comes up," Frank added, "I'll let you know."<br><br>Then anticipation set in, if only to see Jenna again and hear her voice.&nbsp; Frank wanted to see and smell her hotness.&nbsp; He just knew there was something amazing about her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 23:38:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob almost managed to keep a straight face at Frank's choice of terminology when he said "if it comes up..." He bit his lip to stop smirking as he looked through the window in the door to see Jenna approach.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 03:54:11</strong>
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				<br>The apartment was, indeed, large.&nbsp; And nice.&nbsp; With a large fence around the complex to keep out the riffraff.&nbsp; The boys would be met by a barricade and a guard at the gate who would check the computer to see if they had been listed as authorized visitors by any of the occupants.<br><br>By the time the boys arrived at their appointed time, Jenna had taken care of all the preliminaries.&nbsp; There weren't many.&nbsp; Cold beer in the refrigerator, a couple of books on witchcraft tucked in among the books on the living room shelves -- cookbooks and travel books and trashy novels and books on the history of the local area. There was also one&nbsp; particular book on witchcraft laid on the coffee table which she had taken a bit of time to study as she waited.&nbsp; She had cleaned up and changed clothes, but what she was wearing would be similar to what she'd had on before.&nbsp; Tight Capri's replaced the full length jeans she had worn earlier, but the newer top was of similar design and size to the one she'd worn before.&nbsp; Only this one had a different message spelled across the breast.&nbsp; It read " Huggable ".&nbsp; She had plenty of naughtier shirts to wear, but she knew this would be enough for now.<br><br><strong><em>"Hi guys, come on in."</em></strong>&nbsp; She seemed genuinely pleased to see them both, and directed them to take the pizza to the dining table and be careful to make sure it wasn't set directly onto the table's surface.&nbsp; The apartment was, as said, large, and nice.&nbsp; The furnishings were nice, too, as if professionally decorated, like something one might see in a magazine. The electronics surrounding and hooked up to the large screen plasma television were as much a nerd's wet dream as the owner herself. <br><br><br>(http://www.kickrs.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/small-apartment-interior-design-ideas-1.jpg)<br><br><strong><em>"So, are you hungry yet?&nbsp; You dish out the pizza, I'll get us all some beers, and we can start playing games or, if you want, just sit and chat."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:20:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				An incredible apartment, the kind of palace that guys only wished they could visit.&nbsp; Jenna had everything, space, TV, computers, she even had books and lots of them.&nbsp; Aside from the shelves, she had several books just sitting around.&nbsp; By itself, there was a thicker, significant-looking tome taking up a lot of space.&nbsp; Frank took it all it, admiring everything about the place.&nbsp; He wasn't about to start flipping through books, though if he got to know Jenna well enough he might start flipping through her books, just to get a better understanding of how she thought.<br><br>As before, Jenna was the symbol of twenty-something hotness.&nbsp; Everything about her screamed sexy, even though she wore a relaxed style of dress.&nbsp; Her tight shirt said "Huggable," and Frank silently agreed.&nbsp; Her Capri pants showed off a little more of her legs, but not so much to be blatantly revealing.<br><br>It seemed as though Jenna was hungry, or at least ready to eat.&nbsp; Frank helped Rob open up the pizza boxes and was ready to dig in.&nbsp; But given the offer to play games or sit and talk, Frank felt he only had one choice.&nbsp; "I don't play video games very well while I eat," he said.&nbsp; It was the smoothest way he could think to say he'd rather sit and talk, at least for the moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 04:33:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob managed not to chuckle at Frank's line, as he did most of the work plating the pizzas up as he had a full compliment of working legs. He too had been impressed, if not amazed, by the apartment. It had confirmed his suspicion that Jenna was a trust-fund princess, and added to his curiosity about why she was giving them the time of day after getting what she wanted. Especially as her daddy must have surely arranged her insurance with a breakdown service... <br><br>Still, he let Frank bask. She was gorgeous, of course, as well she knew, but not really his type.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:00:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4201547#msg4201547">Quote from: nightender on 31-01-2011, 04:20:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; "I don't play video games very well while I eat," he said.&nbsp; It was the smoothest way he could think to say he'd rather sit and talk, at least for the moment.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jenna virtually bounced back into the living room with three beer bottles in hand.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Okay, that's cool, let's sit here, it's more intimate than the dining table..." </strong> </em> as she set the bottles on coasters already on the coffee table, seemingly unconcerned about Frank's leg.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Just try not to get pizza sauce on the carpet or the furniture.. okay?"</strong></em>&nbsp; Instead of sitting on the sofa, she gracefully lowered herself down onto the floor as she waited for the one whose name she didn't remember to bring her pizza.<br><br><em><strong>"So, what do you wanna talk about?"</strong></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 05:43:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even though she wasn't his type, Rob could certainly admire the way she bounced. He gave Frank a while to pick a conversation topic as he spread the pizzas over the plates in the immaculate and probably never-used showroom-style kitchen.<br><br>Bringing out the plates on trays, he had a chance to look at the coffee table, and the book Jenna had moved to give him room to set the trays down. <strong>Practices of Witchcraft</strong>? He arched an eyebrow. Slightly off what he would have expected her to read... she probably wanted to get a 'mystical' tattoo on the small of her back or something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 07:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you don't mind my asking," Frank said to Jenna.&nbsp; "where were you going today when you had your blowout?&nbsp; If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, I just thought it was odd that you didn't even have a jacket given how cold it's been."<br><br>Frank felt like he'd crossed a line maybe, or said too much too fast.&nbsp; He took a bite of pizza and hoped he hadn't done anything to upset Jenna.&nbsp; He liked her and at least wanted to be friends with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 07:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4202294#msg4202294">Quote from: nightender on 31-01-2011, 07:46:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If you don't mind my asking," Frank said to Jenna.&nbsp; "where were you going today when you had your blowout?&nbsp; If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, I just thought it was odd that you didn't even have a jacket given how cold it's been."<br><br>Frank felt like he'd crossed a line maybe, or said too much too fast.&nbsp; He took a bite of pizza and hoped he hadn't done anything to upset Jenna.&nbsp; He liked her and at least wanted to be friends with her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jenna chuckled as she looked up at Frank, waiting for the little show he would undoubtedly put on trying to sit on the floor at the coffee table.&nbsp; All part of her evil scheme, of course.<br><br><em><strong>"Did I say I didn't have a jacket?&nbsp; I'm sorry, I don't remember saying that.&nbsp; No, I always travel prepared for emergencies, I had a jacket in the back seat.&nbsp; Why do you ask?"</strong></em><br><br>Of course she had a jacket, she just had no intention of wearing it because she knew she wouldn't be out in the cold very long.&nbsp; And, because she was a witch and could simply use magic to avoid being stranded in the first place.&nbsp; And, perhaps she wanted to show off a little more than could be shown had she worn her jacket?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 08:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob looked sidelong at the girl. Now she was getting defensive about her common sense? It seemed a little late for that. Obviously it was another of her mindgames. Too spoiled to even be nice to people trying to help...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 08:06:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I just didn't see it.&nbsp; That's all."&nbsp; Frank felt like a fool.&nbsp; He'd seen the front seat and the trunk of Jenna's car, but hadn't paid much attention to the back seat in the least.&nbsp; He was too concerned with helping the hot girl he was staring at.<br><br>But she was laughing, that was a good sign.&nbsp; To keep her laughing, Frank knew he had to do something else to prove himself a little.&nbsp; Once he had moved his things next to the table, he got a bottle of beer and got it ready, then tried to ease himself down with his crutches.&nbsp; The gravity and the strain was too much, so he tried to sit down like he normally would.&nbsp; For a moment, Frank clenched his teeth and groaned.&nbsp; The pain rippled through his leg once he finally settled on the floor.&nbsp; "Damn, I did that totally wrong."<br><br>Ahead of him, he could see a large book, etched with age and power.&nbsp; There was life to its wear and wisdom in its tear.&nbsp; It caught his attention and he wondered what it might be about.<br><br>Frank glanced to the side, seeing Rob staring at Jenna.&nbsp; There was a string of animosity growing between them, but Frank didn't know how to stop it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 08:14:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob looked away from Jenna as he heard Frank grunt in pain, and moved to help him, shifting the table slightly to give him more room to straighten out. "Okay?" he asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 08:18:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank nodded, trying to put on a show of being tough.&nbsp; "Yeah, I'm good.&nbsp; Just tried to sit down wrong.&nbsp; And too fast."<br><br>He didn't want to linger on his pain too long, so Frank looked over at the large book on the table and asked, "What's that book?&nbsp; It looks like an antique."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 08:28:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was the perfect opening, and she jumped right on it.<br><br><strong><em>"About 400 years.. I have some older ones, but they're packed away.. Feel free to take a look if you want, just don't get pizza sauce on the pages.. and for gods' sake, don't try to sound out anything that looks like Latin.&nbsp; Bad things can happen if you don't know what you're doing."</em></strong><br><br>She knew they would be skeptical, that was expected.&nbsp; And by now she had already figured out which of the boys would be kissing her ass despite his skepticism.&nbsp; Boys were so easy, or maybe Jenna had just been blessed with some special insight.&nbsp; At any rate, she would go on as if the book were no big deal.<br><br><em><strong>"So, how about a game of truth or dare?&nbsp; That's always fun, especially the more we drink.&nbsp; You guys ever play that before?"</strong></em>&nbsp; After all, it wasn't like they'd been invited to the coolest parties, or even had much one on one time with girls. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 08:35:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I might take a look at the book later."&nbsp; Frank did not want to get food on a book that was 400 years old.&nbsp; It was a small treasure and likely very expensive.&nbsp; He would eat first, then take a look.<br><br>He realized he hadn't had much to drink and moved to correct that.&nbsp; He knew better than to chug of guzzle the beer, but it's flavor was something he hadn't expected.&nbsp; It was more stout that he had imagined his first drink of beer would be, but he needed to make a show of it still, enough to seem confident of himself.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So, how about a game of truth or dare?&nbsp; That's always fun, especially the more we drink.&nbsp; You guys ever play that before?" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The idea was alien to Frank, but he jumped at the chance.&nbsp; "I haven't, but I'm willing to give it a try."&nbsp; He thought he sounded like he was willing to endure any sort of question, though he wasn't sure how many dares he could take given his physical condition.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 08:37:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob stepped back, not wanting to cramp Frank's style by making him look weak. He glanced at the book, mildly curious himself as a bit of a history nerd.<br><br>He raised his eyebrows as Jenna claimed the book was older than America being a country. And she was joking about real magic? <em>Suuure</em>...<br><br>He winced at the idea of truth or dare. <em>Here it comes. She'll dare us to kiss each other or something...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 08:51:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"Cool.. so you guys know how to play, right?"</strong></em>&nbsp; <br><br>And even if they didn't, too bad, the rules just weren't worth explaining.. better to just start playing.<br><br><em><strong>"I'll go first, since I'm the girl.&nbsp; Any objection to that?"</strong></em> ... and hopefully, there would be none.&nbsp; <em><strong>"Just remember, you <span class="bbc_u">have</span> to tell the truth or do the dare.&nbsp; But a person can't dare you to do anything dangerous like jump off the top of the building.&nbsp; So, ready?"</strong></em><br><br><em><strong>"Okay.."</strong></em> She looked at Rob..&nbsp; <em><strong>"Which do you want, truth, or dare?"</strong></em><br><br>It was pretty obvious that Frank had staked her out as "his" so her picking Rob to start the game might hurt Frank's feelings a little... as if she gave a shit about his feelings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 08:55:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A weight lifted from Frank's shoulders as Jenna passed the first round to Rob.&nbsp; Rob got to play first and Frank was glad.&nbsp; The pizza was great, the beer interesting, and he felt like he'd cornered too much of the conversation.&nbsp; Depending on what might happen, Frank wanted to take a look at that book--but he needed to finish eating first.<br><br>"Go on, Rob.&nbsp; It'll be fun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 09:03:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob sat opposite them around the coffee table, taking a bite of his first slice of pizza. He'd paid for it, he was going to damn well eat it.<br><br>"Truth..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 09:08:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"Okay, remember now, the only wrong thing to do is not tell the truth or do the dare.&nbsp; So, Ron.. or Rod.. whatever your name is..."</strong></em>&nbsp; Staring him down, not being too subtle about her total disdain for him, she hopes..&nbsp; <em><strong>"Do you think I'm a stuck-up bitch?"</strong></em><br><br>That, of course, would be accompanied by an innocent smile and a batting of the eyelashes.&nbsp; And a quick glace to Frank to see how he reacted to the question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 09:13:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank's eyes went wide, shocked at the severe directness of Jenna's question.&nbsp; Frank even thought Jenna had a streak of being a stuck up bitch, so he knew Rob would think as much.&nbsp; But why would she ask that sort of thing before they'd had much to drink?&nbsp; She made a point to put Rob off, almost deliberately getting his name wrong twice in a row.<br><br>For Frank, the room went still and quiet.&nbsp; He waited to hear what Rob might answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 09:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob's eyes widened as well, then just as quickly narrowed. "The thought had crossed my mind. So, truth or dare?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 02:56:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna was by no means upset that he thought she was a stuckup bitch.&nbsp; Instead, she smiled at Rob.&nbsp; <em><strong>"That sounds like a yes, but I really wish if you're gonna play the game you have balls enough to say 'yes' instead of wimping out on me like that."</strong></em><br><br>Then she turned to Frank.&nbsp; <em><strong>"I'll bet you have the balls to tell me I'm a stuckup bitch, don't you Frankie?" </strong> </em> <br><br>It might be a little difficult for Frank, seeing as how she smiled at him so sweetly and looked so innocent, but there was really no denying it, Jenna <em>was</em> a stuckup bitch and didn't seem to mind admitting it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 03:29:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob raised his eyebrows at that. Well, at least she was honest about something...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 05:44:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Jenna, you might be a stuck up bitch," Frank dared to say, "but I think there might be more to you than that.&nbsp; Besides, I don't think you're all that bad.&nbsp; You're just putting on a show for me and Rob, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 05:52:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4206175#msg4206175">Quote from: nightender on 01-02-2011, 05:44:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Jenna, you might be a stuck up bitch," Frank dared to say, "but I think there might be more to you than that.&nbsp; Besides, I don't think you're all that bad.&nbsp; You're just putting on a show for me and Rob, right?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong><em>"Absolutely not.&nbsp; I <span class="bbc_u">am</span> a stuckup bitch, and I'm not putting on a show for anyone whatsoever.&nbsp; I don't really care for either of you.&nbsp; &nbsp;I just invited you here to see if I might be able to have some fun with you guys.&nbsp; Now, if you're offended and want to leave, I'll understand.&nbsp; On the other hand, you're playing truth or dare with the hottest woman either of you have ever even gotten to talk to you.&nbsp; So, if you wanna stick around to see what happens..."&nbsp; &nbsp;</em> </strong> smile ... <strong><em>"who wants to go next?"</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 06:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank was confused.&nbsp; He didn't know what to think, all things considered.&nbsp; Why would a self-professed stuck up bitch invite Frank and Rob over to her apartment at all, much less supply them with beer.&nbsp; She was technically breaking the law for the two of them, so Frank was still curious, he still wanted to play.<br><br>"I want to stick around," Frank said.&nbsp; His tone had become curious, just as he wanted to figure things out.&nbsp; "And I think Rob was going to challenge you next--he did already ask, truth or dare?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 06:07:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna smiled at Rob as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about anything that had just transpired ... they were just some friends getting together for fun and games and pizza.<br><br><em><strong>"Dare"</strong></em> she responded, regretting she couldn't do both.&nbsp; She suspected the boys felt the same way, but they will just have to wait.&nbsp; After all, rules are rules.&nbsp; Jenna took another sip of beer and waited for her dare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 00:57:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh-kay..." Rob had not expected Jenna to take having her comment thrown back at her so well... or to be so weird about it in general. He mentally added 'crazy' to 'stuck-up bitch'. <br><br>Of course his first thoughts for dares were all about sex - take something off, kiss one of us - but he suspected that was what she wanted him to say. So... <br><br>"I dare you... to open the fridge and get a beer... hopping on one leg, using Frank's crutch. You might wanna go for a can, not a bottle, for when you drop it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 03:35:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Falling in line, Frank smiled and held out one of his crutches for Jenna to use.&nbsp; He didn't say anything, but he thought Rob's idea was at least amusing to start out with.&nbsp; Maybe the playfulness of the dare would make things go smoother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 06:05:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4209014#msg4209014">Quote from: Beatrice Black on 02-02-2011, 00:57:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh-kay..." <br>...<br>&nbsp;"I dare you... to open the fridge and get a beer... hopping on one leg, using Frank's crutch. You might wanna go for a can, not a bottle, for when you drop it."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em><strong>"Oh-kay..."</strong></em> she said, mimicking Rob, and taking the crutch offered and tucking it under her arm.&nbsp; Thinking it was a stupid dare, a chance lost for them to have her do something more interesting, but <em>whatever</em> ... <strong><em>"So, is dropping the can part of the dare, or do you just think I look clumsy?"</em></strong><br><br>It wasn't a tremendous challenge, using the crutch for a prop as she went for a can of beer and setting it on a coaster on the coffee table when she returned.<br><br><strong><em>"Here's your beer, Robbie"</em></strong> then to Frank .. <strong><em>"and I guess it's your turn now, sweetie."</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 06:24:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob smirked as Jenna hopped along, taking four times longer than she otherwise would have and nearly putting the crutch through the lower shelf of the fridge, before handing him a beer which he figured he'd better leave for a few minutes to settle before it sprayed all over. "Thank you," he said mildly. <br><br>He glanced at Frank as Jenna called him 'sweetie', hoping he wouldn't get too stupid over that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 06:55:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank had to think.&nbsp; What was he going to do, what could he ask?&nbsp; Who would he ask?&nbsp; He and Rob knew each other well, so he could ask anything at any time.&nbsp; So he turned to Jenna and said, "Truth or dare?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 07:04:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><em>"Ohhh, so you guys are gonna gang up on me, huh?" </em> </strong>&nbsp; Of course she was perfectly okay with that... in fact, she had been counting on it.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Okay, I chose dare last time, so I'll pick truth now."</em></strong><br><br>Leaning toward Frank, giving him another nice peek at her cleavage, she smiled.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Ask me anything."</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 07:14:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having a brainstorm, Frank smiled.&nbsp; "I know," he said.&nbsp; "If you could do anything with me or Rob what would it be?"&nbsp; It was concealed and clever at the same time.&nbsp; Frank was proud of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 07:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still smiling, she looked over at Rob, then back to Frank, tapping her finger on the book that lay between them.<br><br><em><strong>"I would use you guys as guinea pigs to try out some spells on."</strong></em><br><br>The way she said it would make it clear she believed in magic and saw nothing unusual about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 07:27:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"BRRRNNNNTT!&nbsp; That's not truth, no way, not at all."&nbsp; Frank shook his head.&nbsp; He had no idea what was supposed to happen, so he said, "Try again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 07:29:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"But it is true.&nbsp; Don't you believe in witchcraft?&nbsp; Would you like me to prove it to you?"</strong></em><br><br>Oh, things were about to get interesting, she thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 07:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Seeing is believing," Frank said.&nbsp; "So just go ahead and answer my question for real."&nbsp; There was no such thing as witchcraft.&nbsp; That was just something hippies did out in the woods when they danced in a circle and got drunk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 07:43:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"I did answer your question for real.&nbsp; Why do you doubt me?"</strong></em>&nbsp; <br><br>She turned the book to face him ... <strong><em>"Okay, there's lots of spells in this book, the further back you go the harder they get.&nbsp; So unless you wanna see me do something really complicated that will take a lot of time and effort, pick something close to the front of the book."</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 07:50:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine."&nbsp; Frank grabbed the book and flipped through the pages.&nbsp; He was amazed at the unbelievable possibility that he was looking at a spell book.&nbsp; He couldn't read any of the writing, so instead of admiring pages, he found something that looked aesthetically pleasing.&nbsp; He pointed at one and said, "This one."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 08:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob gave Frank a look. At this point, avoiding eye contact with Jenna seemed like the smartest move. <br><br>Okay, chances are she was just a homeopathic crystal does-nothing witch, he thought. But in case she was an attacks-people-who-diss-her witch, Frank was in no state to make a run for it. Still, at least Rob could hopefully spray the fizzed-up beer in her face to cover their escape...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96234.msg4210624#msg4210624">Quote from: nightender on 02-02-2011, 07:50:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fine."&nbsp; Frank grabbed the book and flipped through the pages.&nbsp; He was amazed at the unbelievable possibility that he was looking at a spell book.&nbsp; He couldn't read any of the writing, so instead of admiring pages, he found something that looked aesthetically pleasing.&nbsp; He pointed at one and said, "This one."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rob winced.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 08:09:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The book was in <em>Old English </em> ... except of course for the spells themselves which were in <em>Latin</em>.&nbsp; He could have read it if he tried, but obviously had just turned a few pages until he found a drawing that looked like it belonged with an accompanying spell.&nbsp; The picture was of a witch levitating an object, in this case a chalice, above a table.<br><br><strong><em>"You want me to levitate something?&nbsp; Okay, no problem."</em></strong>&nbsp; Running her finger over the test of the spell.&nbsp; <strong><em>"It doesn't require any special ingredients, just the words and the belief they'll work."</em></strong>&nbsp; Smiling up at Frank.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Amazing how that works, isn't it?&nbsp; Oh, but you don't believe it will work, do you?&nbsp; How about you, Rob?&nbsp; Do you think I can do it?"</em></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 08:12:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not unless you count throwing..." Rob shrugged, trying to look casual. Still avoiding eye contact.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 08:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna was still looking at Frank, so eye contact wouldn't be much of a threat.&nbsp; She chuckled as the skeptical Rob had to prove just a bit more of just how much of a smart ass he was.&nbsp; "I have a special spell in mind for you later, Robbie" she thought to herself while waiting to see how Frank handled the question.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 08:26:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank shook his head.&nbsp; "I think you're just dodging the question, but if you must, make something levitate."&nbsp; He didn't like that he'd gotten so testy with Jenna.&nbsp; If, by some stretch of reality, what she said was true, then Jenna was truly amazing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 16:10:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"If I must?&nbsp; This isn't something I'm doing for myself, it's something I'm doing for you because you don't believe it can be done, and went so far as to accuse me of not telling the truth."</strong></em><br><br>Jenna pulled the book closer and read over the words silently a couple more times to ensure she had some understanding of the spell.&nbsp; It was child's play to her, a simple spell, but she was a perfectionist.&nbsp; Besides, she had seen more than one "simple" spell go wrong due to overconfidence.<br><br><strong><em>"Okay, I'll do it to this can of beer.&nbsp; That alright with you?"</em></strong><br><br>Jenna held out one palm facing the can, just a few inches away, and repeated the words:<br><br><strong><em>"insum of hordeum imbibo pareo meus quod orior oriri ortus per meus manus"</em></strong><br><br>As Jenna lifted her hand higher, the can of beer rose from the table and hovered in mid air for several seconds, then she guided it back down onto the coaster.<br><br>Smiling at the boys.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Convinced?"</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 16:22:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh..." Rob started. <br><br>And he couldn't think of a further response. <br><br>Except running. <br><br>And he couldn't leave Frank behind.<br><br>"Uhh..." he repeated, and reached out a hand tentatively to check above the can for unseen wires. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 09:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Like Rob, Frank was stunned into total silence.&nbsp; He had just seen the impossible made possible.&nbsp; There couldn't have been any wires since the beer had been taken so far in just the past few minutes.&nbsp; It had floated and Jenna had made it happen.<br><br>"How...?&nbsp; I mean, I know how, but I don't see how it's possible.&nbsp; Is this something someone taught you?&nbsp; Did you have to find someone to train you to do this?&nbsp; I mean--I just don't see how this can be real."<br><br>Frank shook his head, still trying to process what was going on.&nbsp; He'd just seen magic, performed from a spell book.&nbsp; Jenna had power and could unleash it whenever she wished.&nbsp; Then a simple question hit Frank and he had to ask it.<br><br>"Why don't you use your power more?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 19:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna started to comment as Rob passed his hand over the can but decided not to.&nbsp; Then, a moment later, Frank started in with all the questions.<br><br><strong><em>"Oh no you don't.&nbsp; We're playing truth or dare, so if you want to ask me questions, you wait your turn and do them one at a time.&nbsp; That is... <span class="bbc_u">if</span> I choose 'truth'."</em></strong><br><br>She looked to Rob to see how he was taking this, then back to Frank.<br><br><strong><em>"Though I imagine you can come up with some interesting dares, too, can't you baby?&nbsp; Now, whose turn is it?"</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 20:47:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank couldn't focus on the game any more.&nbsp; The notion of witchcraft and spells actually existing was too much for Frank to care about some trivial game of truth or dare.&nbsp; He wanted to see more and he didn't think anything could actually distract him from that.<br><br>"It's your turn, Jenna."&nbsp; Frank said the words, but didn't care much about them.&nbsp; He was more fascinated by the large book Jenna had read from.&nbsp; Reaching out, he grabbed the book again, flipping through the pages in the hope that he could actually find something interesting inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 21:14:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"Frank.. hey Frankie..."</strong></em>&nbsp; snapping her fingers under his nose, in his line of sight as he tried looking at the book.&nbsp; Jenna snatched the book away from him, closed it, and tossed it onto the sofa behind her.<br><br>She had no intention of leaving Rob out of the loop, and had even planned to call on him when it was her turn.&nbsp; However, she wanted to divert Frank's attention from the book.&nbsp; Well, not really, she knew it's where his attention would be.&nbsp; She just wanted to frustrate him by not letting him look at it.... for now.<br><br><strong><em>"It isn't nice to be reading a book during the game.&nbsp; Now, you Frank, truth or dare?"</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 01:22:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob watched the two of them, keeping a close eye on Jenna while also doing his best to avoid her attentions. Frank was more fascinated than frightened... he was the opposite. What else could she do? And what was she planning to do to them? He waited for Frank's answer, hoping he'd say 'truth'. There was no way he wanted to hand this girl the right to dare either of them to do anything...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 05:38:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crutches would make Frank useless for any dares, so he did the only thing he could do.&nbsp; He picked, "Truth, I guess."&nbsp; But his eyes stayed ever-curious of the book and where it lay.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 05:51:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Truth. Dare. Frank. Rob.&nbsp; It didn't matter, Jenna had these boys pretty much exactly where she wanted them... Frank moreso than Rob, but that was fine, too.&nbsp; Frank is the one she had the feeling about from the beginning.<br><br>She smiled and leaned close to whisper, even though there were only three people there and everyone could hear what was said.&nbsp; The whispering just had a naughty, conspiratorical feel to it.<br><br><strong><em>"Remember.. you <span class="bbc_u">have</span> to tell the truth.&nbsp; Okay... have you ever fantasized about being a girl?"</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:00:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob leaned away instinctively as Jenna leaned in, even though he knew she was targeting Frank.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:10:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna's question had a sinister, yet curious ring to it.&nbsp; She was manipulative and conniving, but what did that matter?&nbsp; Frank had to answer the question, since that was the rule of the game.&nbsp; &nbsp;Being asked if he'd ever fantasized about being a girl piqued his curiosity, breaking him of wanting to know more about the book for a moment.<br><br>"Um, not exactly."&nbsp; He rubbed the side of his head, hoping it would make a better answer appear like a plume of smoke.&nbsp; "I mean, I had a dream that I was a girl once and running away from some monsters, but that was just a dream, right?"&nbsp; It was a weak answer, and it was all he had, but it was the truth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would have been better if he had said "yes" but that was okay.&nbsp; The seed was planted, and now she even had a dream to work with.<br><br><em><strong>"Okay ... next?"</strong></em>&nbsp; She resisted prying him for more information about the dream ... after all, she needed to play by the rules in order to keep them playing.&nbsp; She wanted to try to keep the game going and find out all she could about what made these guys tick.&nbsp; She could do this both through what she asked them to do, and what they asked her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna only gave a very simple response, probably the shortest response Frank had seen Jenna give yet.&nbsp; Looking over at Rob, Frank was sure that it was his turn again, so he said, "Ok, buddy, what's next?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 06:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um... you were asked last, is it you again? Or does it go round?" He had never played this game back home. "I guess it's got to be Jenna though..." He glanced sidelong at her, trying to avoid her gaze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 07:11:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"After she went the first time, you went, Rob, so doesn't it go back to you?"&nbsp; The reality was that Frank was starting to wonder when he might get to check out the book again--and he was sure his friend went after Jenna, but he was a little confused.<br><br>Jenna smelled nice and that was a distraction in itself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 07:43:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, Jenna... truth or dare...?" Rob asked cautiously, like he was asking a guard dog to move.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 16:00:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amused by the exchange taking place between the boys, she enjoyed being the distraction that made it somewhat difficult for them to remember whose turn or how the game is even played.&nbsp; Even more so, the sexy witch enjoyed being the center of attention.&nbsp; She wouldn't mind if either of the boys picked the other boy for a t or d, but she was fairly confident that most of the game would center around her.<br><br><em><strong>"Dare"</strong></em> she responded.&nbsp; She was still trying to figure Rob out.&nbsp; Something told her he either wouldn't think of any good questions, or would have too many questions.&nbsp; He was male, so eventually his dares for her would have to turn more sexual, or start involving more witchcraft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:53:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob bit his lip as he considered his options. He'd had questions, but now he had to give her a dare. How binding was it? Well, only one way to find out..<br><br>"Okay... if we say we won't tell anyone what we saw here... I dare you to let us leave when we want to. Unharmed."<br><br>Cowardly maybe... but hopefully clever.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 16:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna burst out laughing.<br><br><em><strong>"You really don't know how to play this, do you?&nbsp; First, it isn't necessary to attach conditions.&nbsp; A dare is a dare.&nbsp; And second, the dare has to be done right away, not at some future point.&nbsp; So, if you want to leave now, I'll let you go... 'unharmed' ..." </strong> </em> then she giggled and looked back to Frank to see how he was reacting to this.<br><br>Then she addressed Rob again.&nbsp; <em><strong>"So, is that your dare, or do you want to take another shot at this?"</strong></em> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 02:17:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob frowned, angry at her laughter, momentarily overcoming his fear of her. <br><br>"Okay... I dare you to... heal Frank's leg."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 04:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenna was elated he had picked that for a dare, though it was really up to Frank whether she got to use magic on him or not.&nbsp; Or was it?&nbsp; After all, a dare is a dare and he's in the game, too.<br><br>Still, she gave Frank that questioning look, one eyebrow slightly raised, the unspoken question .. is he going to go along with this?<br><br>(http://www.kickette.com/wp-content/uploads/blogger/blogger/4272/90/320/gatkinson.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 08:28:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob's notion was clever, but Jenna was right.&nbsp; Dares needed to be taken care of right away.&nbsp; They weren't some mystical binding to keep things from happening one way or not happening another.&nbsp; Frank knew the security of leaving unharmed has some value to it, but he didn't think Jenna wanted to hurt them, she wouldn't have been so forward if she had.<br><br>The second dare Rob thought of appealed to Frank more.&nbsp; To have his leg healed sounded like a great idea and he was curious to see if there was a lot of substance to this magic Jenna had.&nbsp; As Jenna watched Frank for approval, he could only smirk.&nbsp; Gesturing toward his injured leg, he said, "Be my guest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NiceTexasGuy</strong> on <strong>06-02-2011, 16:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><strong>"Okay, take off your pants..."</strong></em>&nbsp; Jenna was already rising up from her sitting position on the floor to her knees and spoke with the same nonchalant professionalism as a nurse might tell one to disrobe, put on the gown, and wait for the doctor.&nbsp; Only there was no gown. <em><strong>"You can leave your underwear on if you like."</strong></em>&nbsp; Thumbing through the large, antique tome on the coffee table.&nbsp; Healing spells would still be close to the front.&nbsp; Somewhere between levitation and causing thunderstorms.<br><br><em><strong>"Okay, we'll need some cayenne pepper, bay leaves.."&nbsp; </strong> </em> She looked up at the boys smiling..&nbsp; <em><strong>"sounds like we're trying to get rid of ants, doesn't it... Rob, can you go to the kitchen .. oh, never mind, I know where everything is, I can find it easier..."</strong></em> and returned to her list, mumbling as she read.&nbsp; The she stopped abruptly and looked up.<br><br><em><strong>"Uhhhhh, are either of you guys virgins?"</strong></em>&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nightender</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 03:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank easily did as Jenna asked.&nbsp; The willingness he showed wasn't to go fast, but to do what she asked, nothing more.&nbsp; It didn't take long for Frank to free his pants, but to uncover his wounded leg took more effort.&nbsp; He had to slip his pants carefully off; moving his leg a lot caused him a great deal of pain.&nbsp; Being healed in an instant had appeal to him, if only to see if it was possible.<br><br>From the kitchen, Jenna asked, "Uhhhhh, are either of you guys virgins?" <br><br>"No," Frank said as a reflex.&nbsp; The truth was that he was a virgin, but would always deny the fact whenever asked.&nbsp; A guy just didn't say he was a virgin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Every Rose Has Its Thorns</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 04:43:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," Rob said as well, pausing in watching Jenna suspiciously to answer her question. In his case it was true... just barely, he'd managed to cop off with a girl back home last year when they were both fairly drunk at a house party. He'd still managed to get the condom on properly too. Well, the second one. <br><br>"And wouldn't that be a Truth? Did you miss a go?"
			</dd>
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