She shorted. "It's not my fault your legs are so damn long." She reached over and ran her nails down his thigh. She loved his legs. Then she looked at him. "If, and I say IF, we ever flee anywhere, we fly. Or sail. Not drive."
Not that they'd ever flee again. If they failed at this, they were sunk.
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Date: 2014-07-14 02:12 am (UTC)Not that they'd ever flee again. If they failed at this, they were sunk.