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Field Trip-The Prelude
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She tilted her head towards him as he began to nuzzle her and laughed softly.
"Jamacian or Puerto Rican?" she pulled back and smiled at him. "The Rum." reaching down, she opened up her nightstand and produced a large bottle of premiere Jamacian Rum.
"Ah prefer Jamacian personally. Puerto Rican has a smoother taste. Jamacian burns going down." she snickered, placing the bottle on the nightstand she had produced it from and looked up at him.
"John..Ah um..Ah ain't makin no promises here. You intrigue me beyond reason, which baffles me to a point. But, Ah'm game, you wanna play, Ah'll play." she reached up and ran her hand along his cheek.
"There's more ta you than meets tha eye sugah, and Ah plan on finding out all about it." she chuckled seductively at him and arched an eyebrow at him.
"So, you up for tha rum and tha companionship. Maybe we could swap war stories, get ta know each othah a little better than we do now." she let her fingertips trail from his cheek to his neck and watched his expression as she pulled her hand back and used both of her hands to pull her pink hair up into a pony tail, then let it fall down against the small of her back.
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