<font color=silver>(He shook his head and put his hand on the wall next to her to keep from draggin her. He was getting more and more tense as time past, waiting for someone to find them there and take her from him.) We doona have time to argue, lass.. (He started to take her hand, but her last statement struck his furiously male brain and he stopped.) Patrick? (He said, something like a possessive glare entering his eyes. It would have to wait.. he had to get her out of there, now. Gathering her shoulders, he shoved her ahead of him and steered her further down the alley. His car was parked out back and he was eager to get them safely away from the public eye.) Ya ken explain who this Patrick is in the car, lass.</font> -- RD Future: Downtown

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Date Posted: Wed, Dec 21 2005, 8:18pm PST
Author: Jackson
Subject: (He shook his head and put his hand on the wall next to her to keep from draggin her. He was getting more and more tense as time past, waiting for someone to find them there and take her from him.) We doona have time to argue, lass.. (He started to take her hand, but her last statement struck his furiously male brain and he stopped.) Patrick? (He said, something like a possessive glare entering his eyes. It would have to wait.. he had to get her out of there, now. Gathering her shoulders, he shoved her ahead of him and steered her further down the alley. His car was parked out back and he was eager to get them safely away from the public eye.) Ya ken explain who this Patrick is in the car, lass.
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"You seem to have this habit of not listen to me when I am sayin' I can't stay." She stated though she moved along, sensing his slight panic. "No pushin'! I am not gonna be manhandled on top'a bein' pulled away from work!" She growled, now aggravated. Seeing the car, she climbed in and slammed the door behind her, crossing her arms over her chest and setting her jaw as she looked out the window, obviously unimpressed with him at the moment. She was pissed and not happy with being forced to leave her friends, work and school yet again. She was attracted to him but not enough to just reasonably give up everything. (NT) -- Jailynn, Wed, Dec 21 2005, 8:30pm PST