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James Dean daydream Mar 29, 2016 21:43:49 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Mar 29, 2016 21:43:49 GMT -5

Cleo's dress - shoes - hair

With her mother's car in the shop, Cleo was sent on the fool's errand to check on the status of the work. She didn't even know which car shop she was supposed to be going to, but with a few very helpful directions on the way, she made it to the place. Her mind wasn't exactly on the task at hand. She'd had a long day at school, her classes still fresh with her and her homework assignments still to be done... there was no way that the car was done already, but her mother insisted. She'd been hounding the place since she had left it in their care. For all Cleo knew they were purposely taking their sweet time with it now because of that - not that she'd blame them. Oh well, it didn't hurt to ask, she supposed. Persistence was something her grandfather bestowed on her daughter as well as granddaughter, after all. It was a good thing!

Cleo went inside, feeling a little claustrophobic in the small office area. She quickly realized that she was the only one in there to hear the chime that she'd made with her entrance. There was a bell on the counter though, so she rang it a couple times - pressing her lips together as she waited - occupying herself with the adherence her red lipstick made between them. Where was everyone, was there not even someone to answer the phone? No wonder her mother had made herself such a pest. Her grandfather would have fixed it in less than a few days with the right parts, and he wasn't even an auto mechanic! At least she was much more patient than her mother, she had an assignment to think about. How was she even going to go about working with feathers in a way that wouldn't look completely trashy? Maybe she'd go for a 1920's influence... yeah, that she could do...

As she sketched out something in her mind, she looked to her left, out the window. It overlooked the workshop - she spotted her mom's white Cadillac El Dorado, lifted up on whatever that mechanical doohickey thing was. At least it looked like they were working on it and not letting it sit there. Her mom sure liked to over-exaggerate! Still, not a soul came to her assistance. Though she didn't want to seem impatient, Cleo stepped forward again and rang the bell, just in the case that it hadn't been heard before.

Last Edit: Mar 30, 2016 19:15:56 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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James Dean daydream Mar 31, 2016 16:20:57 GMT -5

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The shop was always a loud place, filled with the crashes of heavy machinery and frustrated curses but today was oddly quiet, well, as quiet as it could be around here. A boom box in the corner played heavy metal while Fletcher busily carried on with replacing a fuel pump on an old Ford. There were incredibly short-staffed today, something which he absolutely hated because it meant much more work for him. The receptionist called in sick when meant they had no one manning the front and only two guys showed up to work the floor, one of which was still hungover from last night. They both conveniently decided to take a lunch break at the same time which left Fletch to fend for himself.

Technically he could have taken a lunch too but he didn’t like to take breaks as he worked (except for the occasional quick smoke break). When he was working on vehicles he entered a state of flow which he completely gave himself to. It made his shifts go much faster. A few beads of sweat trickled from his brow and he wiped them away with the back of his head, a streak of grease left in its place. What was a little more grease when he was already covered in it? It was awfully hot down in the shop today which called for him to unzip the front of his blue coveralls, allowing the top part to hang at this waist and expose his white wifebeater top he wore beneath his work outfit.

His state of concentration was soon interrupted by the sound of a bell. Shoulders stiffening, he growled under his breath and ignored it. The boss said with them being short staffed the guys in back would have to cover the front as well but Fletch wasn’t about to do that. He wasn’t a fucking secretary! He continued to tighten the new fuel pump into place before he heard the sound of the bell yet again. Fletch threw down his wrench rather forcefully before looking toward the window which separated the front from the shop. ”Quit ringin’ that damn bell and come down here!” he yelled as he grabbed a rag and tried to remove as much grease as he could from his hands.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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James Dean daydream Mar 31, 2016 18:22:46 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Mar 31, 2016 18:22:46 GMT -5

The first thing Cleo heard was a loud clang, which drew her attention away from the emptiness of the office she stood in and back toward the window. Then came the yell, which was more intimidating than anything Cleo had ever heard before. There was a person down there, though he was much too obscured by grease and the distance between vehicles for her to properly see. She'd recoiled automatically at the yell. She was definitely not accustomed to that... but well, if the help was down in the shop that was where she'd have to go! There was no way she'd come home to her mother with a bold faced lie! Spotting the open door which opened out to the shop, Cleo approached and allowed herself through it. Though she was no stranger to the grime and dirt of such facilities, she was careful in her steps around the tools and dormant vehicles as to not get anything on her dress or shoes. "Umm," she hummed uncertainly, a bit afraid of whoever yelled - of whoever it was she'd be dealing with. But as she rounded her mother's El Dorado, she was met with the source of her temporary fears. Needless to say, they evaporated right away.

Her steps slowed as she approached the young working man. Just his stature and build from afar was enough to make her stare, but then seeing the rest of him... she couldn't help it. Cleo's confidence and cheery spunk fell to the floor and time itself slipped out of her manicured grasp. Here, in the flesh right in front of her... seemed to be... but no. No, he couldn't be. "Oh, I'm... sorry about the bell." she took a brief glance away, further in to the shop behind him - not a soul in the place. "I just - didn't realize you were the only one here." Cleo explained herself delicately, her dark eyes still taking in this dreamy visage of perfection so... so flawed and completely dirty standing right in front of her.

As much as she would've wanted to deny it - would've shrugged off whatever swelter she felt rising up from under her collar... she couldn't. This guy... just had to be it. She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, shifting in her stance slightly and feeling a giddiness as her eyes met with his. They diverted desperately to the vehicle up on the risers to escape from the dark, tempting void of them. "Um, I'm here for this one - " the flustered Cleo blurted, knowing she had to say something - immediately hearing the words she'd released. Oh Cleo, you stupid girl! "I -" She shook her head slightly, her hands clasping tightly together in front of her and her lips breaking in to a small smile at her complete idiocy. "I mean, I'm just here to check on how it's coming along?"

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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James Dean daydream Apr 8, 2016 22:23:14 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Apr 8, 2016 22:23:14 GMT -5

Fletcher continued to tinker away at the vehicle as he waited for whoever it was dinging the bell to approach. He really didn’t have time to be playing the receptionist here. Damn Billy would get an earful for calling in sick! He didn’t mind being one of the only ones down in the shop, Fletch actually enjoyed working alone, but someone could have at least manned the front. The soft-footed approach of the girl was so quite he had not even heard her come before she apologized. He turned around to face her and immediately scanned her over with a predatory gaze. She was a cute little thing, that was for sure, and look like she’d just stepped out of another time period.

Leaning against the bumper of the vehicle he worked on, he mopped a bit of sweat and grease from his brow before folding his arms over his chest. Sure was a flustered little one too. The look she gave him was rather strange, like she’d recognized him from somewhere. She may know him but he sure as hell didn’t know her. He may have liked to though. The girl had an innocence to her which immediately intrigued him. She certainly wasn’t the type he usually went for. The easy ones were much…well, easier to get in his bed. ”There’s no one up front, we’re short staffed,” Fletch replied rather bluntly, shrugging off her apology for the bell. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, just irritating. It was fucking Billy’s fault, not hers.

His eyes glanced up to the El Dorado the girl referred to. One of his buddies had been working on it so no doubt it wasn’t ready to be taken back yet. ”Shit…I couldn’t really tell you,” Fletch answered honestly as he ducked beneath the risers it was under to take a look beneath it. He studied the underside to see what was being worked on before shaking his head. ”Whatever was being done on this thing looks to be only half-done. Should be ready for tomorrow if ol’ Jack comes back from his liquid lunch at the bar,” he replied before studying the girl once more. He thought for a moment before a smirk came to his face. ”Although I suppose I could finish the job and have it done by tonight,” Fletch stated.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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James Dean daydream Apr 10, 2016 1:31:55 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Apr 10, 2016 1:31:55 GMT -5

"Oh," Cleo spoke in slight, only really able to nod dumbly at his explanation, having spent those few seconds watching the way his lips moved - zooming out as he brushed it off with a cool shrug. How was it that she was in such heaven right now, in a place so unlike everything she'd ever imagined heaven to be like? No choirs of sweet voices, no fluffy cloud couches, and absolutely no familiar faces coming to greet her - no, nothing but this beautiful stranger - who was making her heart beat twice as fast in her chest just by existing before her. The fluidity of his movements from where he'd stood to where he stooped under the El Dorado did nothing to abate the symptoms of this drastically major attraction. Her hands fussed with the skirt of her dress while she moved forward, crouching slightly in clueless observation - the new angle of his face and neck on display as he studied the vehicle damn near turning her in to jelly.

Then he spoke again, and she distinctly heard that same voice she'd fawned over for ages. If it weren't for the fact that her stance was stable, Cleo would've swooned clear down to the filthy grease and oil-spotted concrete she stood upon. His eyes, they almost made her feel naked in the middle of the whole shop as they looked over her. She unwittingly shifted in her posture under the gaze, beyond flattered at his generous offer - her expression brightening.

With a silent gulp, she worked up the courage to actually get words out of her mouth, "You'd... do that?" she asked, which was a start but it wasn't actually anything like the words running through her mind. Different words. Words that she'd heard so many beautiful actresses recite, words that could spark some interest in a man like this. "If you do, I know my mom would pay extra for the trouble," she offered in turn, her widened smile not hiding her awe of the fact that she'd found him. This was sure to be her very own James Dean. Everything about him called to her, tempted her. This was the stuff of her wildest dreams and fantasies, becoming real so fast she could hardly think straight. "um," she looked for a name tag or some kind of embroidered title upon him, but all she could find was his chest and her eyes lingered upon it and his toned arms longer than they should have. Her vision pulled up to his face, a nervous laugh exhaled through her nostrils before her lips parted to ask, "and who should I tell her to thank?"

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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James Dean daydream Apr 10, 2016 21:19:12 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Apr 10, 2016 21:19:12 GMT -5

Every move of the girl before him appeared so tentative. She was lucky none of the other guys were hear because she would have been frightened to death. Some of the guys liked to hit up innocent little things like her. Well, he was really no different but he was less…directive in his approach. That was pretty much a lie too. Fletch knew how to operate with the different types of girls. The common slut was much easier to get into his bed than this type of innocent little thing before him. He would have to play things differently with her. A directive approach might give the girl a heart attack, so he played it aloof. When he saw her looking under the vehicle to inspect it he took his chance. ”Come here,” he murmured he murmured as he reached forward and grabbed her hand. He guided her under the thing and moved his hand to her shoulder as he pointed out the problem area with his free hand. ”See that? That’s where the problem’s coming from. It needs to be replaced,” Fletch decided not to use any mechanic lingo and confuse the girl.

Once he moved back out from under the vehicle he smirked at her. He could tell by the look in her eyes he already had her interest and it would not be hard to maintain. What was it with good girls like her that loved bad boys like him? He would never personally understand it but he was not about to complain either. The innocent girls were usually the best in bed anyway. They never faked an orgasm.

He chuckled at her confusion when he told her he’d fix the vehicle for her. ”Yeah, of course. It’s not often such an adorable little bird such as yourself flies into this shithole,” Fletcher replied with a grin as he shoved his hands into his pockets. When she asked him for his name he gave her a toothy grin. ”Fletch…and what’s your name, little bird?” he inquired.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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James Dean daydream Apr 11, 2016 8:35:08 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Apr 11, 2016 8:35:08 GMT -5

What, was happening? His abrupt instruction hummed in her ears as the very strings her heart held upon were yanked clear through her hand at a seconds notice and her feet followed. The feel of his workingman's grip was so unreal...but it was very real and very warm. She couldn't speak, and even when she'd been prompted to, "Ah, ha." was what came out. Oh no, she needed to do better than that! But, how could she? How could she feign interest when all of her senses targeted upon her shoulder, the contact and his voice - at how the weight of his hand was like the weight of the Sun - completely unfathomable and encompassing at the same time. There was a distinct scent looming that surely wasn't car part smells and she just knew he was the source, taking deep breaths of it before following him out from under the vehicle. She heard the longing strings of classic movie love scenes echo through her ears, rippled from her memories. Had she actually stumbled upon a living dream come true? Oh, if it was so - Cleo wanted to live it out.

Was it his words, or his body language that made him this James Dean epitome in the flesh? - Or maybe the curve of his smile, his laugh... or just all of the above and more? Everything that she could see, and all that she couldn't made Cleo all the more weak. She needed to speak with the confidence she knew she had in her! Snap out of it Cleo, you can't let your breath be stolen away by a little daydream!

"Oh?" she brightened, having no control over the blush glossed across her cheeks. No one had ever called her a little bird before. Maybe chica and chiquita, but not anything close to this endearment! She giggled slightly at his grin, which actually encouraged her words to finally spout up. "I'm no bird silly, I'm a genuine Cleo!" Her arm extended forward to grasp that sturdy hand of his in hers this time, it felt so efficient, like it had experienced so much use already. "It's a stroke of luck to have your help, really Fletch..." The name simply glided from her mouth as her shake of his hand slowed. Cleo had to take a pause with a prim smile, soaking him in before she continued, "My mom is having a nervous breakdown without it - I'm glad to help her, but she gets pretty snappy when her time is on the line."

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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James Dean daydream Apr 11, 2016 18:48:29 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Apr 11, 2016 18:48:29 GMT -5

Perhaps it was Fletch’s typical obliviousness or maybe it was his concentration on his work but he completely missed out on the little dream trip the younger girl took. He still had quite a bit of work to do but work could always come second when there was a pretty girl involved. The distraction was nice, especially since he hadn’t taken a lunch at all that day. Besides, it wasn’t like there was anyone here to tell him to get back to work. She certainly had him curious though, that was for sure. Especially in the dankness of the shop she looked completely out of place. Someone so innocent did not belong in a place like this, even her attire was modest. He found himself wondering what she was working with under that dress of hers. She had to be at least 18, right? Not that he hadn’t done anything illegal before.

He chuckled when she assured him she was not a bird. ”Oh, but you are. You definitely act like a little bird, fluttering around all the time,” Fletch observed with a smile. He liked to give nicknames to others because he rarely bothered with actual names. The young lady should just consider herself lucky she didn’t have as crude as a nickname of some of the other girl’s he’d met.

His eyes lowered to her outstretched hand, his brows raising curiously before he reached his own hand out and shook hers. Strange, he didn’t even think people still shook hands anymore. He shrugged when she applauded his availability to help. ”It’s one of the only things I’m good at, so I might as well help out where I’m able to,” Fletch replied before silently shaking his head, ”Well, we wouldn’t want your mom to give herself a heart attack now would we, little bird?”

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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James Dean daydream Apr 13, 2016 11:52:49 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Apr 13, 2016 11:52:49 GMT -5

“Oh?” Cleo cracked a smile at the sight of his, crossing her arms in front of her, “I don't think you've even begun to see me flutter!” She gave a light smile, inwardly taking pride in her actually being able to say something resembling flirtation. That was a start, and it wasn't too overwhelming. Just keep it up Cleo, just keep it cool. With her hand releasing from his, she brought it up to fidget a strand of hair out from behind her ear, then back again.

“That makes sense,” she replied, maintaining a relatively calm tone. “I'm the same way actually, when it comes to anything dealing with making or mending clothes – I'll hop to and help as best as I can!” The cheery spunk was coming back, slowly but surely. She giggled slightly with this nickname he'd given her, and though she'd already pinned one on him – she wasn't confident enough to toss it at him quite yet. It definitely suited him though.

“Oh no, we wouldn't! She's got trouble enough as it is, you know I may not look like it, but I can be such a handful. I think it's mainly the fact that we moved here for me to go to the school here. It's really thrown her off. Country time is so different from the time here, it just moves so much faster. I don't even think I'm completely used to it yet!”

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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James Dean daydream May 7, 2016 22:40:41 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on May 7, 2016 22:40:41 GMT -5

A wolfish grin spread across Fletcher’s lips when Cleo made a rather amusing quip. He thought she was all blush and no brain for awhile there. Fletch wondered what it would take to get the little bird to really start fluttering then what it would take to make her sing. The things which circled through his mind were far from PG. Something about the innocent-looking girl standing before him made him want to see how hard it would be to taint her pretty little reputation. ”I can only imagine what it takes to make you flutter,” he finally decided to say. It was much safer than most of his thoughts but still had a sexual undertone to it.

He chuckled when she mentioned her affinity for making clothes. Well, to each their own. The topic certainly had the little bird chirping. The enthusiasm was rather amusing. Cleo had a childlike nature about her which was oddly appealing to him. Not that he was into little kids because that was fucked up, but she was pretty much a woman at this point with the curves a child lacked. ”I’ll remember that if I ever need a hole repaired,” Fletch replied.

”Oh, trust me, I can tell you’re a handful just by lookin’ at ya,” he winked before crossing his arms over his chest. ”So you’re a country bird, huh? Were you a little farm girl?” Fletch inquired.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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James Dean daydream May 8, 2016 0:07:07 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on May 8, 2016 0:07:07 GMT -5

He just flirted back, didn't he, oh Cleo you've done it! Her smile brightened at his comment and she looked to her feet - her neat shoes contrasting so much with the ground they stood upon. Well at least she'd thought to not wear heels, she'd be nervously tilting herself back and forth upon them right about now and run the risk of toppling over for just about the silliest reason. The way Fletch had said that repeated suggestively in her head. He wasn't just saying that, guys didn't normally just come out and say things like that to her... granted, this was not your ordinary guy. He wasn't like any guy she'd dated or had been asked out by, that was for sure.

When he mentioned some simple patchwork, Cleo's lips parted and revealed her brilliant smile, "Why, if you ever do need something like that done I know I could have it patched in a day or less, even!" Wait, hold your alpacas Cleo, you're being much too eager! Haven't you learned anything? "Or well, if you need it rushed I could. Between my own designs and class project things, sometimes I busy myself too much to get anything done that quickly. I am a terrific multitasker though and when it comes to deadlines I blow them away!" Her hands gestured out, fingers wiggling to illustrate the sifting and sweeping away of whatever illusory deadline she spoke of. Oh jeez, she was probably talking too much and being too ridiculous. Hush your silly mouth Cleo, he's just humoring you and you're taking his kindness for something else! You're a customer, don't ruin this proposition just because he's gorgeous!

Her stance idled and brushed a step back slightly as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, taking his next flirtatious comment a bit more bashfully. It was the wink that really did it, made her feel like a popsicle sitting abandoned in the summer sun. Her internal dialogue just gasped at this as her body swayed with such nervousness and hopeful moxie. "Almost," she gave a slight giggle, "I could've been a city bird - girl - but I moved out to my grandparents with my mom when I was five. I know the farmgirl handbook by heart though, my hands have seen a lot of hard labor." Before Cleo could think against it, her left eye shot a wink at him. Oh, she could just faint right here and now just knowing that she was pretty successfully flirting with this guy of her dreams to be. She'd have to hug her mom extra hard when she got home, just for making her run this fool's errand. He was everything she could want in the looks department, he could hold a simple conversation, and well, really his looks triumphed over everything right now. Well, except for maybe this feeling the gaze of his eyes made all over and within her. It made her so hot but chilly at the same time and her arms came up to meet each hand with the opposite elbow to remedy this in vain.

Last Edit: May 8, 2016 0:11:23 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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