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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2006 19:16:14 GMT
"Would you like a chinese massage, too?" I ask, ready to chop her into shish kebab if she agrees
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Post by Hannah on Jan 13, 2006 19:17:02 GMT
"no." i mumble "this is just fine." I dotn trust him what depends on weird stuff and i dont like chinese food.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2006 19:19:37 GMT
"What about one of those massage where the masseur stands on top of your back?" I suggest.
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Post by Hannah on Jan 13, 2006 19:22:14 GMT
"Thanks, I dont want to have a broken back" i mumble "almost had one when we had to absail thing of a helicopter on a rope."
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2006 19:24:41 GMT
"Why the hell did you get this job anyways?" I smirk.
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Post by Hannah on Jan 13, 2006 19:27:12 GMT
"because they think im good at this" i mumble and close my eyes while he keeps massaging me
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2006 19:30:47 GMT
"And why are you doing it?" I ask
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Post by Hannah on Jan 13, 2006 19:31:42 GMT
"because I need money"
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 13, 2006 19:31:46 GMT
I fall down on the couch, next to Caitlyn, and I put her on my lap 'please don't put her on the couch like that again'
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Post by Jacky on Jan 13, 2006 19:32:47 GMT
"Ana said she wouldn't roll" I point out, while I massage Ana's neck now.
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