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[08 Feb 2008|02:11pm] |
Who: Nate and Pavla
Where: Nate’s Cabin
When: Around 3:00 am Monday morning
Plopping his long, tall, muscular body down on the cramped loveseat, Nate removed his shoes and socks and released a deep luxurious sigh… “Ahhhhhhhh…now that’s lovely, it is…just lovely!”. He knew if he stayed there he would fall asleep like that in his Armani suit…not only messing up the suit, but terribly uncomfortable, not that he wasn’t going to be hellaciously uncomfortable anyway.
“What a day…and night…we had, eh?”, he began, as he hopped up from the loveseat and strolled over to the wardrobe to change. Removing his jacket, he hung it back on the hanger it came from and smoothed it out neatly and then he removed his tie and folded it neatly and put it away. His shirt, he removed and tossed into a dirty clothes hamper. Then he grinned at Pavla and said, “Pardon my modesty”, grabbed a pair of hunter green lounging pants and stepped behind the wardrobe. He reappeared within minutes with his neatly folded suit pants across his arm and his black boxer briefs which went in the clothes hamper with the shirt.
After hanging his pants on the hanger with his suit jacket, he playfully did a somersault onto the loveseat and continued, “…as I was saying, what a date! I was so taken by surprise when you suggested that we order the lobster, pigeon and the pig! HAH! Bloody brilliant! We were the talk of the restaurant! Then…can you dance or can you dance?!! Every man in that club wanted you, Pavla! You were like some demon temptress…I thought that I was going to have to fight my way out of there!”…He swiveled around, trying to get comfortable, his long legs hooking over the arm of the loveseat and his toes actually touching the floor. He stood up off of the love seat and looked at it and then reclined on it in a fetal position, knees sticking far off the front.
“You know what was a blast?”, he went on, “Our race up the Eiffel Tower!”. He laughed remembering it. “I admit it wasn’t very fair…you in heels and a dress. That’s why I called the race and carried you the last three quarters of the way up”, he chuckled, “…even after all that food, you were light as a feather!”. He shifted a bit as one of his legs felt numb laying this way and suddenly… THHHUMMMP he was on the floor… “Bloody Hell!”.
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