Rising Sun Valley Another day, another destiny

well.

shit.



had she the pores for it, gun would've been sweating bullets.

feeling like she'd all but presented her ass to this brownbear gentleman to kick, the mastiff loudly dropped into a sit. noone wants to know where the snow went.

lishten. i- i hungry, okay? i- leg. you give 'ee leg, i- ... give anything. anything. okay?

after about a second of absolute stone-blank silence, one eyelid dropped and raised. about as seductive a wink as she could bring to this situation.