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Post by Brandon Smith on Nov 30, 2007 9:17:03 GMT -5
He shrugged his shoulders whenever she asked him where exactly it was that they would go. He didn't rightfully know actually. " Wherever the roads take us i would suppose. " He said with a pleasant smile as he kept his hands on around her slim waist. " Perhaps i could take you back to your place and you might be able to help me remember what exactly it was that i seemed to have forgotten. " He said with another smile as his hand caressed her waist gently as he waited for her response, wondering what exactly it was going to be.
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 7:47:26 GMT -5
Sam’s eyes watched him suspiciously, playfully even, as he simultaneously flirted back with her. The gentle touch from his hands, made her skin tingle. She bit her lip for a moment. Was she willing to do this again? Was she really able to accept him back into her house, her bed even? She looked away for a moment.
Making up her mind, she set her eyes upon him again, “Alright. Lets get out of here,” she didn’t know where she was going, what was going to happen… but somewhere deep down she trusted this man. She didn’t know why, but she did.
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Post by Brandon Smith on Dec 3, 2007 8:25:33 GMT -5
He nodded whenever she said that they could finally get out of here. " Awsome..." He said softly as he took her hand and began to leave the bar, making sure to make a gesture to his men at the door who nodded in return. He took her to his black Lexus and opened the door for her to get in and then made his way around and climbed into the car himself and started the car and drove off. He looked over at her and smiled. " So tell me, where is it exactly that you live? " He asked as he looked at the apartment homes that lined the street
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Dec 7, 2007 6:43:18 GMT -5
Sam slowly made her way, hand in hand with Brandon, out the club. She noticed his signal to his fellow comrades, and wondered what they might be thinking. She wasn’t the type of person to be swayed by other people’s opinions, but she was curious towards what people might be thinking. She loved opinions. It made everyone individual.
When they came to the car she smiled. A different one. How many cars could a single guy own alone? It was an attractive vehicle, and as he opened the door and allowed her to take a seat, she couldn’t feel anything more then excited to be seen in a good looking car, with a pretty good looking guy beside her. As they drove off, she caught his smile from the corner of her eye. She turned to look at him, and returned the amiable smile, sweetly replying, “Two blocks from here. The Crown Hotel.”
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