Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
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[FIFTEEN]
Tabra and I followed Jerek into his room, we closed the door and talked this out.
"We're the spies?" Tabra asked.
"Yupp." Jerek đã đưa ý kiến and removed his shirt, and went to his closet. "Why?"
"I'm good with it, but I don't think Cyd is."
"No, not really! For one, if he catches us, it'll be Tabra and I who get toasted first. Well no, scratch that, Jerek will be toasted first. We'll be tortured until every pint of our blood is on his hands, in his mouth hoặc on the floor. I can't have that!"
"We'll be fine." Jerek put a áo sơ mi on and stripped off his pants.
I saw the view of his võ sĩ quyền anh briefs and couldn't stop looking...CYD! Take a chill!
"How are bạn so sure?" I said, averting my gaze to his face once he slid into a pair of jeans.
"Tabra, I need to see you," Shropee said, knocking on Jerek's door.
"Okay," Tabra left.
Jerek threw the thắt lưng, vành đai on, and slipped on the jacket. "Trust me okay?"
"Okay," I said, and Jerek grabbed my face and kissed me.
"Now let's go." He led the way to the weapons room for us to get geared up, and I was ready for my stake and vượt qua, cross bow.
But most of all, I was ready for Haus to be dusted!
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
_______________________________
[FIFTEEN]
Tabra and I followed Jerek into his room, we closed the door and talked this out.
"We're the spies?" Tabra asked.
"Yupp." Jerek đã đưa ý kiến and removed his shirt, and went to his closet. "Why?"
"I'm good with it, but I don't think Cyd is."
"No, not really! For one, if he catches us, it'll be Tabra and I who get toasted first. Well no, scratch that, Jerek will be toasted first. We'll be tortured until every pint of our blood is on his hands, in his mouth hoặc on the floor. I can't have that!"
"We'll be fine." Jerek put a áo sơ mi on and stripped off his pants.
I saw the view of his võ sĩ quyền anh briefs and couldn't stop looking...CYD! Take a chill!
"How are bạn so sure?" I said, averting my gaze to his face once he slid into a pair of jeans.
"Tabra, I need to see you," Shropee said, knocking on Jerek's door.
"Okay," Tabra left.
Jerek threw the thắt lưng, vành đai on, and slipped on the jacket. "Trust me okay?"
"Okay," I said, and Jerek grabbed my face and kissed me.
"Now let's go." He led the way to the weapons room for us to get geared up, and I was ready for my stake and vượt qua, cross bow.
But most of all, I was ready for Haus to be dusted!
