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Subject: circle circle dot dot now we gots our cooty shots


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Briallan
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Date Posted: 12:59:42 03/16/05 Wed
In reply to: Deangelo 's message, "I am an exceptional boy" on 09:39:28 03/16/05 Wed
 It seemed the critics and cynics were right when they insisted Briallan was a whore, however, the cause was lost and she could never be made an honest woman of. In some sort of way, there was no desire to become that woman. All Briallan desired in life was freedom, to throw caution to the wind and disregard the consequences if she so chose.

Her weight upon his toned and clothed form, the dark haired siren uttered naught an immediate reply as her mind obstructed the rest of the world with this fraction of a moment in time. Spring must be in the air. Can you not see it in the brightly colored daffodils lining the walk or feel it in the warming temperatures? Or how “frisky” we’ve all become as of late [or in the last bit of time]?

Lips parting from his as the tips of her unpainted nails brushed across his flesh in a manner that lures goose bumps to the surface, Bri’s eyes failed to meet his as they so often had in the past. Before, she would stare defiantly into his, but not tonight. Tonight was not the night for sharp tongues and angry words. This would be the last time that she would allow herself to keep company with Zeth in this manner. At least Briallan hoped that her willpower would not crumble once again.

“The other one only leads to more heartache, Zeth. I refuse to run any longer. I just can’t do that any longer.”

Who other than Bri would chose to leave a lasting impression before breaking up? To my knowledge, this was typical Briallan. Her supple lips pressed seductively against his own as her digits tactfully unbuttoned his shirt, seeking out his flesh. Contrasting from their numerous previous rendezvous, there was a sort of sadness that weighed down her heart along with the feeling that this moment was essential to them both. Mistakes had been made and now were the time apologies. Why were things always so complicated with them? Perhaps their puppeteers were clinically insane and need drugs and padded rooms.
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