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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 15, 2005 1:24:47 GMT
A moderate sized Manor on the outskirts of town, with a view of the green rolling hills, on a large tract of land which in part is covered by forest
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Aug 20, 2005 13:24:48 GMT
Late in the day a taxi pulls into the driveway, stopping at the front entrance Roy and Sharon climb out, the taxi driver climbs out and opens the boot allowing access to the day's purchases
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Post by Sharon on Aug 22, 2005 4:02:48 GMT
she walks to the boot of the car and takes out as many of the packages as she can carry, a smile on her face. Shopping to her was a wonder drug
I don't think I want to put all this away now...I'm too tired. How about dinner and then some relaxation?
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Aug 22, 2005 4:43:43 GMT
Roy grabs the remaining bags, and follows Sharon through the door
Sounds like a plan I'll dump these then go put the jug on
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Post by Sharon on Aug 27, 2005 10:30:53 GMT
She smiles at him and puts all the packages together. Sitting on a chair, she pulls her shoes off and rubs her aching feet
Remind me not to wear these shoes if I'm going to be doing extensive walking, okay?
Letting her mind wander, she thinks back to the car and what the lorrie had said. It might be something worth looking after.....
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Aug 28, 2005 8:57:28 GMT
From the kitchen Definately, if we plan it, but if it's like today, maybe you'll just have to get some others on the way...
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Post by Sharon on Sept 3, 2005 5:29:20 GMT
she smiles, shaking her head
For you, that's easy. But when you have limited resources, like me, you can't just go drop fifty pounds for shoes.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 3, 2005 12:09:35 GMT
I'm just wonderding why you didn't mention this earlier, we could have grabbed some while we were out
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Post by Sharon on Sept 21, 2005 4:06:45 GMT
she walks into the kitchen and walks up behind him. Wrapping her arms around him, she places her cheek on his back
You give me so much already
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 21, 2005 4:08:56 GMT
He turns in her grip, and smiles Should I stop?
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Post by Sharon on Sept 21, 2005 4:11:14 GMT
never able to resist his smile, she smiles back
No, but...well, sometimes it makes me feel rather uncomfortable. I never want you to think that I love you for your wealth.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 21, 2005 4:13:11 GMT
Never said you did my sweet He leans down asd kisses her
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Post by Sharon on Sept 21, 2005 4:14:50 GMT
her arms move up around his neck as she answers his kiss
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Post by Leprechaun on Sept 21, 2005 4:18:34 GMT
The electric kettle starts to squeal as it reaches boiling point jetting the steam into Roy's back
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 21, 2005 4:23:28 GMT
His breath becomes short as he feels the steam at his back, he pulls out of the kiss, as he reaches behind himself to move the jug
Ow
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Post by Sharon on Sept 21, 2005 4:25:27 GMT
Oh sweetie, are you okay?
she pulls up his shirt to check his back
Does it hurt?
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 21, 2005 4:28:38 GMT
It will be fine, it just caught me off guard
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Post by Sharon on Sept 21, 2005 4:31:15 GMT
with a devilish grin, she lightly brushes her lips across his back and lets his shirt fall back down
Well, if you're sure you're all right...I guess I'll set the table for dinner.
she begins opening cupboards, taking out plates and cups
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Sept 21, 2005 4:35:33 GMT
Still smiling he turns and starts to fill the teapot
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Post by Sharon on Sept 21, 2005 4:38:23 GMT
softly she begins to sing a song that her grandfather had taught her. A song that was as old as the island itself. her singing gradulally gets louder as she starts to dance across the kitchen
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