09-23-2004, 09:51 AM
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~a little bit naughty~
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Join Date: Jun 2004
Location: Georgia
Posts: 23,422
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I look over to the door that opens and see a very good looking man come out with a frown on his face. He takes in the scene before him. I wonder who he is? Maybe the photographer I think.
Miss Jones turns to get the smelling salts for the woman lying on the floor next to the desk. "Is there anything I can do to help," I ask. "Should we call an ambulance?"
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