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10/19/2015 4:22:26 AM
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Dean gets into the driver seat on the other side of the car. He start up the car.
"Like the car?"
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[b]"Yeah, my dad used to own one"[/b]
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"I got this from my dad too." The radio blares insanely loud with AC/DC's Highway to Hell. He jumps, starting to turn it down.
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[B]She covers her ears, waiting for him to finish[/b] [i]"Loud, really loud..."[/i]
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"Heh, sorry about that." The music is turned low and he pulls out of the parking spot, heading towards a hotel.
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[b]She uncovers her ears, trying to get the ringing noise out[/b]
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The car stops in front of a hotel and Dean steps out. Your hearing returns with the sqweek of the door as it opens and closes.
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[i]She steps out of the car, and follows him inside[/i]
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He leads her to his room, 40. Was it coincidence that this number was biblical numerology for Death? Or was just him getting the luck of the draw? Dean steps in, pulling the door a bit more open for her.
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[i]She if ores the thought, stepping into the room Already, she was thinking of getting a room tomorrow, at least then she would be near someone she somewhat knew[/i]
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He closes the door behind her, starting to take off his jacket. "Well?" He steps towards her.
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[b]She turns to face him[/b] [i]"I don't know, I'll probably get an apartment here"[/i]
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The first thing that catches her eye is a scar on his forearm. It's red and raised to hell. He puts his hands on her hips. "You could just stay with me." He smiles down at her.
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[b]She tries to keep her cool[/b] [i]"If rather have my own room After all, I barely know you"[/i]
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"That's alright." The smile fades from his face. "We gonna do this or....?"
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[b]She sighs[/b] [i]"I don't know..."[/i]
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"Come on, I'll be gentle." He grins slightly.
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[b]She looks to the side, not knowing what to do[/b]
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"Come on, Jupiter. Please?" He rubs her sides with his hands. They feel scarred and strong.
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[i]"Yeah, but I barely know you"[/i]
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"And I barely know you." He smiles down at her again. "Come on, it'll be fun. I promise."
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[b]She rubs an arm[/b] [i]"Sure, I guess"[/i]
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"That's the spirit..." He takes off his shirt, revealing a very finely shaped body. A six pack of abs, topped by huge pecs, broad shoulders and thick arms.
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[b]She hesitantly removes her shirt, her ample and plush breasts where accompanied by her curvy and toned figure[/b]
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He kisses her, leading her towards the bedroom door.
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[b]She follows him there, not knowing what the next hour had in store for her Greatest idea ever, first day, get drunk, and get plowed....[/b]
