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Date Posted: 17:10:14 06/08/03 Sun
Author: Roxy
Subject: Recovery.
In reply to: Roxy 's message, ".boredom post, but long and mayhaps interesting--give it a click." on 00:30:46 06/01/03 Sun

The female parted the curtains slowly, bare, scintillating, and for once in her life, almost humbled. Again the metaphorical invisionment appeared in a dissipating haze, a curvacious and pale female darting about the now-lit stage to gather hastily rid attire. It was the pitch of the night, and the house lights had risen for her beneft as the voloumptuous *GOD I use that word alot* form gathered frays of a skimpy costume. All articles in hand, she lowered herself onto the stage, utopian form gleaming beneath the bright lights as she first reached for the skimpy fishnets. Her form was tantalizing, to physically yearn for as she stretched down to her toes, lavish, long tresses of brilliantly ruby red draping over her shoulders and covering her more prized posessions. She slid them on, as next with the heels, stepping into a blindingly glistening corset and tightening the strings blankly. These situations often left her blank and emotionless; she had not lost her spark; just her spunk for the day. With a prod and a push she adjusted herself as she jerked the strings, returning her form to its provocative beauty. As jeweled clips began to pin damp hair back to splay down pale, smooth shoulders, the clouds reappeared, and the equine stood solo upon the ashen stage, brackish form gleaming now as it evaporated under the moon's milky rays. She tossled her mane lightly back into place, stomping lightly at the random miniscule pests and perhaps; the onlooking larger ones.

All in a days work.

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[> [> Maybe for you; Im an ol' pro -- Roxy, 17:27:07 06/08/03 Sun [1]

She continued to lace her stays lightly; or perhaps it was toss that regal neck of hers as the land beneath her kept her eyes occupied.

She looked down at herself, gave a brush off and a quick check, looking over her shoulder for any signs of....scandalous activity about her. With a curt smile she cleared her throat, giving a final check-over and straighen with a sigh.

"Thats all you wanted, right?"

She eyed his damp form curiously, arching a metaphorical eyebrow with a twinge of suspicion.

"I wasnt that good, was I?"

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