>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
> > > >
>>>"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 looks at Woof for a moment, "Woof, none of my dancing ever involved a
brass pole or a showerstall. Contrary to popular opinion, I danced and sang
in four musicals before loosing my mind."
>>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...
She leans out and takes the shirt back. "Lily Leung, brilliant woman,
amazing head for business." She folds the shirt carefully. "Can't pick
wine or partners worth a shit though, utterly hopeless."
Lysia Jezebel David
