Colin beams proprietorially as Twister and Wendy stand agape.
"Dorothy, this is my boss
gay muscle message board, Tim, and Wendy, our secretary."
Wendys lips tighten a fraction. But Twister is lost for words.
"Dorothy?" He stares, and Dorothy dimples modestly, and looks down at the carpet.
"Dorothy and I are setting up home together."
Three pairs of eyes fix on Colin. Wendy has gone a very pale shade of green, paler even than Dorothys linen suit, while Twister and Batten patently cannot believe their eyes or ears.
Colin ignores them. He wonders for a moment where Dorothy has found the money for her new outfit, but it is not time to quibble. Tylers money will help pay back anything Weiss loses, and it is a moment to treasure. He smiles, and holds out his hand, and Dorothy moves to stand at his side, and he is filled with a joy that knows no bounds.
To Be Continued...
Misty Dawn & The Raven Ch. 9
Olivia leaned her elbows on the gunnel, the sea wind buffeting the hem of Charles shirt over the full curve of her bottom as she scanned the horizon. Charles could not help but scan her body as she leaned on the rail. Her breasts swinging low against the loosely laced neck of the blouse, the soft collar flapping against her neck slowly in the breeze. Her long dark legs raising her ass high as she relaxed on the gunnel, the hem fluttering slightly
gay muscle message board with the wind. A half smile crossed Charles lips, "It has been a long time Olivia," he said quietly.
"Yeess," Olivia said turning her head and letting some tightly curled strands of hair blow over her cheek as she looked up at the Ravens master. "Wheere wees eet? Madagascar? Or was it Hormuz?" She asked with a smile. Charles grinned and wrapped an arm over her shoulders, "It was Hormuz, you were looting the Turks of the gulf for the Portuguese then I think." He did not mention the Persian
gay muscle message board rug that she undoubtedly still had in her own cabin, the one he had her rolled up in and tied as he through her into a long boat to make land with her. However, he could not suppress the spark of memory in his ice blue eyes.
"Hormuz, it was, aye," Olivia smiled as she remembered that night and her carpet. The ancient Turkish tales of flying carpets had always amused her, but when one flies upon a carpet, they become so real. Her smile began to fade, as she looked into Charles eyes, reminding her of that night so long
gay muscle message board ago. She turned her face back to the sea as she cursed under her breath. Despite
gay muscle message board how she enjoyed being plucked from the waves, and to see Charles once more, she above all wanted to return to The Witch, her one true love. That ship was
gay muscle message board her entire life; they were mated like mother and daughter to one another. They existed for and because of one another. What would she do without her ship, what is a captain without a ship? What is a ship without a captain
gay muscle message board? Her long fingers curled their sharp nails into her palms, but her dark complexion would not allow a trace of emotion to cross its surface. Though inside she felt, she was taking on water fast.
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