> >From: "Smith, Greg"
>
> >> >> Location: The hills northeast of Mutha and the ranch
> >> >> Ship time: 0997.261.1100
> >> >> Ranch time: 0997.261.1200
> >> >> Characters: Woof and Jezebel
> > >
> >
> >>Jezebel looks back at the device and wrings her hair out before
> >>pealing her tank top off. "I just don't want to make a scene out
> >>here and attract a ton of attention," she starts to wring the water
> >>out of the shirt before walking back to the horses and opening up the
> >>saddle bags.
> >
> >As she peals, Woof turns his head and looks out over the water,
> >listening to her, and nodding his head in agreement. "I'll buy that,"
> >he says.
>
> Jezebel chuckles as Woof turns suddenly away from her.
>
> >>"I think honestly, one shot," she pulls another top out of her pack
> >>and looks at Woof, "if it doesn't blow up the next one we puncture
> >>with the knife." She pauses for a moment before putting the second
> >>top on. It's black with a long red chinese dragon down the right
> >>side. Jezebel pulls a fresh set of boxers out of the saddle bag and
> >>walks around behind the horse before stripping out of the wet ones
> >>and putting the dry ones one.
> >
> >"Deal. And we have to get a move on, to get this going before the
> >flood! Let me know when you're dressed," he says with a grin.
>
> "Trust me I've been much more naked in front of guys who were considerably
>
> less savory than you. Remember I was a dancer for a while and I did serve
>
> with the baddest ass bunch of boys in military uniforms for a few years."
>
Woof laughs. "I forgot you were a dancer!" he says, "though now that you
mention it, I could see the moves there!"
> She throws the wet tank top at the back of Woof's head. "Besides you
> didn't
> seem to have a problem with the wet t-shirt contest we had going on here
> before." She watches him as he struggles to get the shirt off his head.
> Before he can return the favor she halts him with a hand, "Don't you dare,
>
> that's designer."
>
THWAP!
"I've never had a problem with wet t-shirt contests!" he says, trying to get
her wet clothes off his head. He freezes as he was going to throw. "Hmmm,
he says, holding out the 'designer' tank top by the straps, just beyond her
reach from behind the horses...
Woof.
"'Woof! Woof woof!' That's my other dog imitation," ~ Oddball
> Lysia Jezebel David
