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Invisible Ink's RED SOLE Diary: " Behind the PINK door..."

Invisible Ink

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Behind the Pink Door...
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Story codes: M/f, F/F, */F

!!WARNING!! This story contains the following chemicals; Forced nudity, intense tickling, teasing, barefoot worship, ball-gags, kidnapping, sexual situations, and a very angry intercom...
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It had been one of those kinds of nights for James. Those long, miserable and seeming to have no end in sight kind of nights that we’ve all had at work. No matter what you did for a living, or how high up the ranks you happened to find yourself in the job, you’d always have one of those nights. As for James, his job was what you’d consider a little unusual when compared to most of us out here. James was a guard for a prison of women. Doesn’t seem too unusual so far right?

It wouldn’t be had the prison not been built three thousand feet below the surface of the Indian Ocean, and was a total secret to the entire world!! Well, a few misguided and easily bought out government officials knew about the place. They’re easily bought, and usually were probably up to their own dirty hi jinks in their private lives. The F.B.I. knew something about this prison, but weren’t really terribly interested in doing anything about it. After all, they weren’t killing people there. The rumors of bizarre torture methods involving bare feet and feathers, screams of laughter, and begging for mercy sort of hovered around in private conversations, but the truth was that no one really knew exactly what went on down there.

James was on the payroll and even HE didn’t know what the hell was going on in this enormous place. All he knew was the job offered free room and board, extremely generous pay, and all of life’s great pleasures. The underground facility featured hundreds of grocery stores, eight malls, a mail station, thousands of gyms, huge indoor parks and swimming pools. Fuck, they even had a theme park down there for employees to enjoy off the clock. All he had to do was make sure the women in their cells didn’t speak to one another. That was it.

James wasn’t the violent type at all, so punishing these women for talking just wasn’t his style. He would never raise his hand to these women as some guards did. Instead, he decided to solve the issue before it became one. He ball-gagged each and every one of his prisoners…

Sitting in his comfortable leather backed rolling chair, James carefully inspected each of the six freshly dropped off prisoners as they were escorted into the cell, which was about the size of a typical studio apartment, only with steel bars.

Why were these women brought here anyway? Where they criminals? James assumed they must be here because they had defied the law in some horrible way. He was never told by the masked warriors that employed him. In fact, those weirdos hardly said a word to him about anything. He hated when they would come down to his area and inspect his work. Walking side by side in a perfectly unison pattern, they robotically scanned the cells and the prisoners. Their faces covered by pale white masks that appeared to be built in to whatever kind of protective body suits they were wearing on their bodies. Instead of guns, these creeps carried strange little tools that looked a lot like toothbrushes to James.


SINUS Corp. was the owner and overseeing company here in this hidden prison. Each of the warriors wore the patch on their left shoulder and right knee. They looked so by the book and so robotic to James that he truly didn’t believe they were human beings at all. In fact, he’d be damned if he’d ever seen one of those losers without their masks and all their armor.

James quickly stood to his feet and adjusted his SINUS Corp. hat as the three of them entered his area. He was just finishing the last ball gag in the mouth of the beautiful and kneeling redhead in front of him. The other five women all sort of huddled themselves into a human ball in the far left corner of the cell.

James acted Happy to see his fellow employees. He waved at them as he walked out of the cell slowly and relocked the door with his laptop system.

“Man, you guys look like you’ve had quite the night! Trust me, I can relate!” James said, attempting at a little small talk.

“Have they been processed?” One of the guards asked.

“I’m actually in the Process of Processing! Ha HA! Get it?" James said to his buddies.

Silence filled the room, and if this place wasn’t so god damned spotless, I’m sure a few crickets would be chirping about now.

“Please process them in a timely fashion Employee number 234156748. “

“Hey, we’re all friends here. You can call me James.” He said, turning to his laptop.

“Continue your processing and then clock yourself out 234156748.” One of them said as they started to leave his area.

James watched them disappear from his sight, and was immediately flushed with a sigh of relief. Shaking his head, James continued to process the newbies into his system. He had seen a thousand names during his two year career as a guard, and never once had any of them caught his eye until he saw hers.

“Jennifer Schlit??!” He jumped back from his laptop completely stunned.

Immediately, he rose from his chair and ran over to the caged entrance to the cell. Frantically, he scanned the fresh six beautiful ball gagged maidens in search of an old friend from high school. How could he have missed her during the gagging process??!?

Was his pathetic mind THAT washed out from reality after living in this underground world for two years?? A few more frantic seconds of searching finally helped him narrow it down to the sexy brunette huddled closet to the cage door in the back.


He remembered her as a blonde back in the day! Now, with her new hair color and totally new style, he had completely forgotten her! This was all too weird for poor James, and he had to take a step back from the situation at hand. He was warned when hired that emotions for prisoners was against corporate orders and if found out would be immediate termination. Yeah, the big pink slip and out the freaking door process.

Jennifer hadn’t recognized James yet, so he was in the clear for right now. As for James, he was absolutely love struck! This wasn’t just an old friend, this was a girl he’d fantasized about and had a huge crush on for years! What on earth had such a sweet, honor roll student like Jennifer done to end up in a place like this? Luckily for old James, he was able to access her entire file in the processing stage.

He jumped back to his chair and immediately skipped the two names before hers to get right into it. He clicked on her image and brought up the data base on her. This accessed back files, stats, driving history, criminal records, and what color thong she had worn two weeks ago.

Apparently, this good girl had turned sour since high school! According to her criminal record, she’d been arrested for Grand theft Auto, attempted robbery with a weapon, and disorderly conduct at a Laker’s game once. This was hard to swallow for James, but he had nothing else to go by. Then, a little scroll down on the screen revealed a piece of information that would change his life forever…

“What the fuck?” James said as he read further into her criminal record.

“Bank robbery attempted at the age of 16. This is considered a misdemeanor due to her age, but should be considered regardless.”

James was speechless…

Knowing his job was on the line, he quickly processed the entire group. After all the data was typed up, he ran over to a panel pressed into the wall and slid his entire laptop through the opening. SINUS Corp. computers sucked up all the information, and quickly designed a schedule for each of these little criminals. In the morning, three of the fresh prisoners would be introduced to the interesting torture methods this horrible place had to offer…

Cameras were everywhere, and James knew that acting suspicious in any way would have his ass in deep shit before he could sneeze. Instead, he figured that he’d play it cool for now and try to keep his eye on Jennifer as best he could. Even James had no clue as to the demented torture games that waited for the prisoners behind the restricted number 14 doors located all over the prison, and deep in his stomach he knew that he really didn’t want to know.

-MORNING NUMBER 345,567-

There were two of them standing before the doors of room number 14 that morning. Their wrists bound tightly behind their backs, with their nude bodies pressing the other at the hip and thigh. Behind them, a pair of white faced warriors waited for the light above the door to turn a shade of purple.

Suddenly, that light finally gave them the signal they were looking for.

“March forward.” They instructed their prisoners.

Nervously, they quickly followed those orders and softly trotted towards the door of this very secret room. Inside was a place for prisoners and prisoners ONLY. Even the warriors themselves were never allowed to step one toe inside these rooms. I swear to god, I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that absolutely NOBODY knew just what the fuck happened behind those doors. Care to take a peek with me?
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The door shut softly behind the two trembling women as they walked into this strange room. The carpet beneath their feet felt wet, and the surrounding scenery appeared to be a waiting room of some kind. The walls were decorated with upscale art in golden frames, and the room had several couches and comfortable looking chairs scattered around. Beside those chairs were baskets of magazines like Cosmo and Woman’s Day, and oddly enough a few of those Where’s Waldo books…

An older woman sat behind a large oak desk in the center of this comfortable room towards the back wall. She looked like some sort of librarian with her grey hair in a bun and her eye glasses. Her figure wasn’t that bad though, and she wore fishnet stockings instead of your typical choices. She was also barefoot, and had one ankle locked in a cuff that connected in to the metal plate in the floor beneath her chair.

“Jean Clark.” She said softly.

The blond women glanced nervously at the cute brunette sitting across from her. They both sort of exchanged a look wishing each other good luck as the brunette stood up.
Naked, and bound at the wrist, Jean walked slowly towards her desk.

“Ms. Clark. I am going to ask you five questions now. You are to answer them without hesitation. Punishment will increase with every hesitation, is that crystal clear to you?”
The older woman asked her big breasted guest.

“Yes it is.” She said, nervously biting her lip.

“Are you ticklish Ms. Clark?” She asked.

“Yes I am.” She said, feeling very overwhelmed with several thousand thoughts in her head.

“Where on your body will you react the worst when tickled?”

Should she lie?

“My legs.” She said, trembling.

Liar…

“Have you ever lost control of your bladder when tickled?” She asked sternly.

“::blushing softly:: Yes I have. “ She said with a pinkish face.

“ How fast do you run a mile?” She asked.

“Eight minutes.” She said, remembering what the stop watch read on her last track event.

“How long can you hold your breath underwater?” she said to finish off this awkward interview.

“Two and half minutes.” She said, being a little unsure about that one.

“Alright Ms. Clark, step on the scale for me please.” She said, tapping the scale next to the door with a long and black stick.

She immediately complied and rested the soles of her bare feet against the large scale.

“Ahh.. you weigh 110 pounds.” She smiled.

Jean sort of smiled back at her.

“Goodbye Ms. Clark.” She said smiling as she reached for a button beneath the desk.

The scale buckled from beneath her like a trap door and Jean was sent screaming down a long shaft heading downward. She rolled around back and forth as the slippery surface of this tunnel sent her faster and faster towards god only knows what.

“AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” She screamed with all her might as she reached the end of this tunnel and was thrown into a dark room like a rag doll. With a mighty thud, her ride was officially over, but where the fuck was she now?
There wasn’t a single light on in the entire area, but the soles of her feet told her that she was in a tile floor room that felt extremely cold. To answer to all her questions came suddenly as the lights flickered on and shed light on his dungeon.

Her eyes widened with fear as she took in the horrors of this place! Strange bondage devices made of wood and steel were everywhere! Large feathers hung from a board in the background, and were accompanied by weird handcuffs, strange looking leather hoods, ball gags, and whips.

A sawhorse was waiting in the center of this horrible place. She immediately huddled towards the corner of the room with her hands tied behind her back as she took in all that this place had to offer. Then, the wooden door in the far corner directly across from her began to shake and rattle. Someone was coming inside…

Jean quickly searched the room for something sharp to rub up against in an effort to escape as the door continued to rattle. She paced around the room looking for anything that might help her, but tragically found nothing at all. It was too late now, for she was already walking in.

Wearing some sort of weird leather cat suit that covered her entire body, this tall and strong looking stranger shoved the door open and laid eyes on Jean. She smiled softly, and waved a little friendly hello at her new plaything.

“Greetings little one, are you ready to go numb?” She said, glaring at her.

“STAY AWAY from me!! “ Jean screamed, backing away from this twisted sister.

“Is that any way to treat your new mistress?” She said, taking a few steps towards her.

“I’m GOING TO TICKLE THE PISS OUT OF YOU LITTLE GIRL!” She screamed, followed by your typical villainess laughter.

Suddenly, she was interrupted by another voice in the room.

“ No.NO. NO! STOP AT ONCE!” The loud sounding male voice commanded.

The leather clad mistress crossed her arms and stared at the intercom above their heads. Jean was still breathing heavily and in total fight or flight mode.

“What now?” She asked the mysterious voice.

“Have you not listened to a single WORD I’ve taught you?”

“I thought I was doing okay..” She turned away from the intercom and frowned.


“YOU FOOL! YOU THOUGHT WRONG!!” He screamed.


“NEVER TELL THE CAPTIVE YOU’RE PLANNING TO TICKLE HER UNTIL SHE’S COMPLETELY BOUND AND TOTALLY HELPLESS!” He shouted even louder.

With her head down, she softly nodded yes. She knew that her excitement at the moment clouded her judgment on that one. Meanwhile, Jean was watching a confusing situation make less and less logical sense by the minute. Despite this fucked up scene, she figured to continue trying to escape while she had the chance.

“You’re absolutely right, and I apologize. I won’t fail you again.”

“FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION. YOU MUST DRIVE FEAR INTO YOUR CAPTIVES. THEY MUST LEARN TO QUIVER AT THE MENTION OF YOUR NAME! “

The dark mistress snuck up on our friend Jean and grabbed her by her hair.

“Aaaaahhhh!!! Get the hell away from me!! Aaaaahhh aaahhh!!!”

She held her upwards towards the ceiling by that ponytail until the tips of her toes were barely hitting the cold floor. Forcing her to walk that way, this dark mistress led her captive cutie towards the lonely sawhorse that was center stage and ready for use…

“ Time to get on the horsy! Isn’t that fun?” She cooed, slamming her face down on the center beam. Her thighs were forced to spread her legs wide open as they followed the design of the rear legs of the sawhorse. She fought back immediately, sending her left elbow into Tickle Widow’s stomach with tremendous force.

“OoOOFFFHHHH!!!” She screamed, with a wide eyed expression.

Staggering backwards, the devious Tickle Widow tried to catch her breath. Jean immediately pulled away from the sawhorse and ran towards the wooden door where her tormentor had made her appearance. She was gone in a matter of seconds…

She rose to her feet, and sort of ran towards the door in an effort to look like she wasn’t going to give up that easy.

“Do you honestly consider yourself a villainess?” That male voice replied.

“ I am the feared TICKLE WIDOW! I snag innocent men and women into my web of bondage and…”

“SAVE IT FOR SOMEONE WITH HALF A BRAIN.” It shouted angrily. The entire PA system trembled with the echo of those words!


She lowered her head, and tossed her electric tickle widow foot ticklers across the room. She had learned about the evil tickling torture business. She learned of the cruel powers tickling had on a person, and how you could just about get anything out of them. She learned about bondage and studied knots for over a year.

She had kidnapped at least five different college students to satisfy her insane fetishes. The Tickle Widow felt that she was a truly powerful and feared entity all on her own! Yet, in this place, she was nothing but a failing student on her way back home…

“I’d like to see you in my office….” The intercom clicked off after that chilling statement was made.


Jean had made some incredible progress in getting absolutely nowhere fast. The door had lead her into a darkened hallway where her visibility was cut in half. Naked, and bound at the wrists, Jean used her breasts and stomach to try and find some sort of doorway in this dark place. She found it impossible though, and realized that the walls had been covered in some sort of dark wax paper.

Wait!! Haheae ha ehaeha ehaea wait a minute!!! Ahehae ahehaea I’ll talk! I’ll talk!!!

Jean heard some sort of laughing struggle happening behind one of the large panels of glass covered by the wax paper. The laughing continued, but she couldn’t quite figure out where it was coming from.

Suddenly, something made a sound.

Jean immediately froze up like a deer caught in the headlights. Chills ran up and down her spine as those tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood at full attention. She felt the presence of someone nearby. It was in this very same hallway with her.

The silence was broken by the sounds of a woman screaming with laughing. Jean was resting her bare ass against the back of the large window of the room lovely Linda Share was having herself a shit fit as her oh so sensitive soles were being tickled.

“ Hhah aheha ehaae aehaeeaah not the toes!! Ahea ehae AAAAHHHH!!!! Aheha eeeeeeeehhh!!!!”

“Toes are my specialty Ms. Share. I can’t avoid them I’m afraid.” He whispered to his panting and struggling patient.

The room appeared to be some sort of mock up version of a Foot Doctor’s office. Wallpaper in the shade of a dark crimson pink filled his patients with a sense of erotic fear and unnerving tension. Sculptures of the female foot in a variety of poses and positions literally covered the surface of every table and counter top everywhere you looked.

“ I’m fascinated with your feet Ms. Share. I can honestly say I simply can’t keep my MOUTH off them!” He grinned, pulled her left foot to his flapping tongue.

“Noo!!! Ahehae ahehae aehaheae ah LET ME OUT OF HERE!!! PLEASE HELP ME GOD!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Linda was lying on her stomach against a lounge chair that was attached to some sort of hydraulic system that allowed for it to be raised and lowered. Her upper body had been wrapped in one of Dr. Sniff’s Crazy Coats ( a straight jacket to us ) and had her pants and socks removed. To save face, she was forced into wearing a thong to help barely cover what she considered private. Her ankles were trapped in a simple stock made of wood and had patted slots for extra protection of her sensitive skin. The only abnormality here was that this simple stock separated her feet at least three feet away from each other! Her legs were forced open to an over the top extreme. (I’m talking the splits here!)


Using a pulley system installed in his office, he raised her wriggling ankles another couple of inches towards the ceiling. With all her struggling, that protective thong had buried itself between her butt cheeks and hardly left anything to the imagination.

“I think a game is in order here Ms. Share. I love FOOTSIE games, don’t you?” He smiled, admiring the look of her feet turning to fists as she desperately struggled for freedom.

“Please, I have a family. Have some class, and let me go.” She said sorrowfully.

“I’ve fantasized about playing this little game with a fully grown woman for years now..” He explained, as he adjusted his chair and got himself a little closer to those bare soles of the very helpless Ms. Share.

Minutes later..


“And this little piggy got sucked!” He shouted, gulping in her second to last toe on her beautiful right foot.

She screamed with giggles and arched her feet as the tickling sensations attacked her brains to no end.

“HAAH ahhea eahe AEHAE AHEAH AEHAEA EHEA WAIT!! WAIT!!!!”

“No waiting for these little piggys Ms. Share. Shall we begin the other foot?”


“HA HAhe aehaea eah I’ll make LOVE to you right now if you let me go!!” She shouted at the top of her lungs.

Dr. Sniff immediately pulled back and released her toes from his slimy lips. Not only was he shocked at her behavior, he was extremely turned on by the idea of it.

“ I’ll have to consider this very carefully Ms. Share. Will you give me oral pleasure?” He asked, lightly flicking her toes one by one.

“Yes! Anything!!” She screamed.

“Will you allow me to give you Oral pleasure?” He said smiling.

“You can have my body! Just please release me and stop with the tickling, deal??!?” She pleaded.

“Hmmm… alright.” Dr. Sniff said, raising off his chair to begin unclamping the stocks.


“ YOU PATHETIC FOOL!!!” A loud voice screamed into the room.

“YOU ARE TRICKED INTO LETTING A CAPTIVE GO SO EASILY? HAVE YOU NO PRIDE IN YOUR WORK??” It shouted again.

Sniff immediately backed away from the stock, and started in on her soles again. He nervously glanced around the room as he continued to tickle her soles silly.

“hahe ahah AHEAEAE AEHAHE AHEHAE AEAEH You bastard!!! Aehha ah AEAHE ehahehaheahe aehahe STOP!!!!!!”

Suddenly, the lounge chair Ms. Share was tied to begin to tremble and shake. Puffs of steam arose from the floor below as Dr. Sniff bounced back and away from whatever was happening. He watched in horror as both his captive and the lounge chair slowly descended into the floors below him, and was quickly replaced with a short man with a loud speaker in his right hand, and a tilted top hat on his head.


Jean’s vision had adjusted to the darkness now and for the last ten minutes she had was staring at that dark figure huddled in the hallway with her. She was so scared that her heart was literally popping out of her chest with every heaving breath. She couldn’t make it if it was female or male, or human for that matter. All she could see was its chest inhaling and exhaling slowly and all so calmly. She heard a man shouting from directly behind her, but didn’t dare make a move to get a better listen. All she could think to do was run back into the Widow’s webbed room. She was so scared being in that hallway, that spending an evening with that leather clad lunatic was starting to sound better and better.



Our old friend James was up to his usual hi jinks once again. He was shocked to find that his old pal had been mysteriously relocated shortly after he left his post yesterday evening. Shaking his head, he plopped his ass in his rolling chair feeling completely sick to his stomach. They must have noticed me on camera, he kept saying to himself. He felt so guilty, and it was ripping him apart from the inside out. There was no way she had done all the things her Bio had said. It just wasn’t possible. He knew her like the back of his hand, despite the fact that he didn’t immediately recognize her new look.


Another six women were coming into his area for processing now, so he had to look professional. He quickly shuffled all those thoughts under a mental rug in his brain, and grabbed his box of ball gags. Luckily, tonight was a switch shift evening. This meant that less then half of all staffers would be on the clock. This would be his only chance to save the girl from his high school wet dreams.

“ Mmmmmmppphh!!” the last woman to be gagged shouted in protest towards James.

He simply continued his job with one eye focused on the leather straps of that gag, and the other on the wall clock. TEN MINUTES LEFT before he could easily leave his post and do some serious cell exploring. He had to find Jennifer before she was taken to one of the many Room # 14s in the area. A few of those creepy white faced warriors walked past James towards the employee elevator and gave him an awful stare down. He just sort of waved at them, and continued to type in the information from each of the fresh prisoners.

But once they were gone, James jumped into search and destroy mode. He leaped from his chair and quickly turned in his laptop for the computer to scan and copy. Seconds later, the security cameras flicked off. This meant that the camera crew was in the process of switching shifts. It would be out for exactly one hour, eleven minutes, and 45 seconds. Trust me, James had it down to some sort of weird science by now.

He rose to his feet and sped down the corridor towards the tunnel that connected to the corridor to his left. This is where the prisoners were kept the night before their trip to room # 14. Slowly, but without looking overly sneaky and obvious, James simply scrolled into the holding corridor as if he owned the place. Tonight, seven naked and tightly hogtied women awaited patiently to be rescued. Unfortunately, he was only looking to save one.

“Jennifer..” He whispered from outside the cell.

A few of the women popped their heads up, and immediately began shouting for help through their muzzles.

“mmmppphhh… mmmpphh!!!” They shouted.

He motioned for the to be silent as he called out her name once again. This time, one of them responded with a voice.

“ James?” She said from across the room.

He was caught off guard in such a way that he nearly fell over and landed on his face. He spun around and fixed his eyes on......


TO BE CONTINUED!!! :woot:

Author's Note:

Sorry for my delay in regards to anything new! My computer and I haven't been getting along lately. But after a good spanking, she seems to be behaving just fine now. :)
 
lol yea right spanking your computer now??? anyway fantastic story as always. love your humour, like the joke he tried to tell and nothing but silence, so silent in fact you could have heard crickets chirping if it hadnt been so clean.... lol just like bugs bunny. what a time to end grrrrrr leaving me hanging as usual.... ok ok i do not, i repeat i do not think i will attempt another story. i mean geesh, how can my mind compete with this????? great story Invisible. one has to wonder, who is the mysterious voice over the intercom??? is it james?

isabeau
 
Welcome Back!!!! What??? No Aliens????? Probably the guys in the suits with no personality. I want to know how did they build that whole complex? I could imagine that the guy behind the intercom could possibly be the same gentleman that slithered away in the story with Eve. Why do I have a feeling that James will be getting into alllllll sorts of trouble in part 2 from helping this lady that he worships from afar. Besides the fact that he is a schmuck lol. Thanks for the new story. As always, fun to read. Love your style ;)
 
gggreat!!

BAD ASS STROY BROHAM!!!!

LOVED THE CHARACTERS.LOVED THETICKLING LOVED IT ALL!!!!!!!! :bouncybou

WOULD U BE WILLING TODO REQUESTS????

IM DYING TO READ A NYLON STORY FROM YOUR HEAD BROHAM!
:woot:

SORRY EVERYONE IS IGNORING THISSTORY :idontwann
 
CaptainSocks said:
BAD ASS STROY BROHAM!!!!

LOVED THE CHARACTERS.LOVED THETICKLING LOVED IT ALL!!!!!!!! :bouncybou

WOULD U BE WILLING TODO REQUESTS????

IM DYING TO READ A NYLON STORY FROM YOUR HEAD BROHAM!
:woot:

SORRY EVERYONE IS IGNORING THISSTORY :idontwann


i didnt ignore it. i never ignore Invisibles stories. and a quick question. why do you call him Broham?

isabeau
 
hUH????

isabeau said:
i didnt ignore it. i never ignore Invisibles stories. and a quick question. why do you call him Broham?

isabeau

YEAH, BUTEVERYONE ELSE DID!!! :disgust:

WHY?????? BECAUSE HES MY BROHAM KINDA LIKE SAYIN HEY BRO WHAT UP
NOW U SEE??? :dog:
 
CaptainSocks said:
YEAH, BUTEVERYONE ELSE DID!!! :disgust:

WHY?????? BECAUSE HES MY BROHAM KINDA LIKE SAYIN HEY BRO WHAT UP
NOW U SEE??? :dog:

ahh yes silly me now i do see, thanks much :wavingguy

isabeau

ps i know you didnt mean me lol
 
wonderful start. can't wait for part 2!

and isn't love grand! James is willing to whatever it takes to help his high school crush. Awww! :smilelove :D

and that intercom! will it be like in Charlie's Angels where no ever sees the person speaking? or is it nobody at all, like just a machine?
 
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