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    Storm Watch 02.22

     

                “Tomorrow.”  Dana smiled and Lara felt at home in that smile,

     

                “Then we need to make every minute count, ***** on….”  Dana said, walking backwards and wiggling her fingers and Lara laughed, running after her and smiling.  Lord let her never find out about this.  Please?

     

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                Sam lay in the sun eyes closed and her blonde hair shimmering in the sun as she heard someone walking next to her.  She took in a ragged breath; her temper was on a short fuse, ***** that it had no fuse.  Seeing Jayden had sent her mind into the stratosphere, she had needed to get away before and now so even more. 

     

                “Go away…”  She said and then the person cleared their throats and Sam finally looked up, seeing one of the directors of the Island, Richard.  He was tall, ruggedly handsome in his own way, his nose off to the left, from a broken nose, she figured.  She pushed the sunglasses up and gave him a steely glare.  Richard‘s face grew softer, relenting at her glare.

     

                “We usually don’t force guests to partake in adventures as you well know Miss Vance…”  He began and Sam clenched her teeth.

     

                “But, there is a but here, isn’t there?”  Sam asked and he nodded.

     

                “Some of the ‘bees’ have been asking for you…  You are a bit of a..  Legend.”  She scoffed laying back on the chair and pushed the sunglasses back into place.  Oh great, my ***** reputation proceed me.

     

                “Yeah, well, ***** ‘em.”  She said gruffly and he said with reproach.

     

                “As you wish.”  He began to walk away then turned and added, “The new shipment is here at 6 pm as you well know, and all members must attend.”  Sam groaned she knew the rules; she’d been one of the ones to make them.

     

                “Richard?”  Sam said, and he turned again and she found that he was aroused and rolled her eyes.

               

                “Next time you wish to address me, ask to approach, or I’ll have your balls on the whipping block, and I’ll be the one with the whip, understood?”  He cast his eyes downward and muttered with just the right amount of respect.

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