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Date Posted: 23:01:03 04/27/03 Sun
Author: Erica
Subject: .cinderella.gone.princess.
In reply to: .owen.mcallistor. 's message, ".a.perfect.date.from.me.to.you. [.to:erica.]" on 18:50:42 04/27/03 Sun

For all those years of misery and inexcusable conduct on the behalf of her parents, something so sweet and whole had brought her from hell and into his heaven. She feared that he would never know just how heavenly his presence was to her - just how real and
and truely flattering it was. With his hands over her eyes, she was stripped of sight, yet the familiar smells of hay and horse mingled with the rythmic sounds of chewing and an occasional snort. Some perfect moment that he seemed in a hurry to catch had already dawned upon Erica, lifting her senses and making him real to her - so real that her heart hammered in her chest and her brain mumbled incoherent phrases into her ear. His hushed words coming from the warm breath warmed her skin and tickled her stomach muscles, which had taken this moment to clench
as the familiar twisting and knotting occured. He caused her ears to sweat, her stomach to clench, and for her lips to tingle. Just being close to him, being able to smell the wafting scent of his shampoo and that faint whiff of whatever cologne he was sporting this night. This perfect night. As his hands pull away from her eyes and attire themselves upon her stomach, her hands fall to his forearms. Her lips had parted a little bit to breath in the magnificent sight, and to basically try and calm her thudding heart. Owen McAllistor was crazy, yet the most adorable man she'd ever met - the only man who'd ever gotten her to love him, and she loved him, so much that it hurt at times. So, with his words, his soft quiet words she moistens her lips and speaks, "I believe it.." Words were hushed, and so easily spoken that it was creepy. She swallows as she lets herself get pulled towards the place she came everyday. But being here with him, right now -- on his quest for a perfect date -- this was perfect. A smile had broken out upon her features, lighting up her eyes -- a perfect date for a perfect guy.

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Replies:

.what.he.thought. -- .owen., 05:36:30 04/29/03 Tue
- .cont'd. -- .owen., 05:40:05 04/29/03 Tue
  - .miraculous. -- Erica, 08:40:18 04/29/03 Tue
    - .perfection.and.nothing.less. -- .owen., 01:00:02 04/30/03 Wed
      - .the perfect answer. -- Erica, 07:03:27 04/30/03 Wed
        .if.she'll.let.him. -- .owen., 01:12:35 05/01/03 Thu
        .certain needs. -- Erica, 03:20:27 05/01/03 Thu
        .there.is.a.god. -- .owen., 03:54:56 05/01/03 Thu
        .his heartstrings?!. -- Erica, 05:00:12 05/01/03 Thu