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Gator Bait Series 1st Cold Snapped

The wind was blowing when she left the city... I believe it was twenty below... Where she was going she already knew... But... first she had things she had to do... Get rid of the body that was clear.... There were no options, it had to disappear.... The heater was broken and blowing cold air... She could feel the ice, building up in her hair.. She had cleaned up the blood as best she could... As she had hit him hard with that log of wood... All she had asked him, was to light a fire... To take off the chill in the house.... Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge.. It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge.. This was his favourite fishing spot... She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer.. And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze..... Oh well, she said...this too shall pass.. When I get to the Florida Keys.. PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "

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Date: 5/16/2015 11:32:00 AM
Ahhh . . . And gator bait he is. Some guys just don't understand where the breaking point is in their women.
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Date: 5/16/2015 4:50:00 PM
And my breaking point is of a very high tolerance...but frustration is frustration and we all have a " cracked tolerance level"...thank you for the visit...been a busy Saturday..di you get a new " puter ?" and breaking it in ?
Date: 10/22/2013 8:25:00 PM
Ooooh~ cool --onto the next! Always, Laura
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