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originally posted in:The New Dojo
3/13/2017 4:49:32 PM
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"Trust me JT you have met my mother you know you could trust her so I am no different. I wont harm you"
Angela lead him into an "Abandoned" armory which also acted as a hideout
"Sit, I got whiskey you want some?"
English
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[i]"Kid I've never denied that. Your mother's damn hot."[/i]
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"Being a valkyrie has its perks JT" [i]Angela winked at JT before heading back into the room her mother was in[/i]
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[i]"I can think of two perks right now," JT joked as he watched her walk off, eyes quite obviously on her ass. He grabbed a cigar from his duster, grabbed a few of the guns, and got to work while waiting for the next time one of them would have need of him. [/i]
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"JT Eyes off my ass... God sakes man" [i]Angela was aware that JT had something for her and her mother but she carried on telling him off anyway[/i]
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[i]"Hey mate, can't just tell a man about the 'Perks' and not expect a glance or two," JT said with a chuckle, as he started focusing on the guns he was modifying instead of her ass. [/i]
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Haylee: Angela you have a lot to learn about JT.. Man has had a thing for me since he met me.. Angela: I am not letting him anywhere near my ass I can tell you that Haylee: Well I can say this to you. Jack was not your father but he did raise you. You were such a cute little girl and followed her mothers steps... never stopped.. I wish I never let you go.. I am sorry Angela: It's Ok mom... I forgive you completely.. I love you still.. I have the medalion.. [i]Haylee and Angela Hugged and went outside to sit in the sunlight.. [/i] Angela: JT you coming out for a bit? The weather is nice and I got a spare chair for you with some whiskey???
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[i]"Sure, I got time." JT grabbed the... Gun? On the table, which at this point looked to be a massive amalgam of plates and a barrel on a prosthetic arm, before he stowed it in the corner and joined the girls. "For later," he thought to himself. [/i]
