Date Posted:01:17:43 08/08/01 Wed Author: Stacie Subject: - she makes a face at Kaine -
- from where she was sitting on the couch, wearing just big baggy jeans, one of Jay's black beaters, and his silver cross. Kaine's constant watching was driving her nuts, he had just gotten there and already she was waiting for him leave. With a sigh she runs her hand over her cheek, the raised cut stinging as she touches it, she huffs lightly, hating the bruise that was forming there -
