KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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 - Jul 29, 2000
 
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He looked like he'd just seen the ghost of his dice.  I furrowed my brow.  "What?"
"The bag..."
"The bag?"
"With the black latex, zippered-down-the-front skin huggers..."
"My duffel bag?" I sat upright and looked around for it. It was gone! "Where did it go?" Stupid question.
"Oh no..."
"Oh baby, I'm sorry." I leaped to my feet, intent on rescuing him from total embarassment should the contents of that bag get out. The d20 escaped it's confines and splatted wetly across his belly.
				
			"The bag..."
"The bag?"
"With the black latex, zippered-down-the-front skin huggers..."
"My duffel bag?" I sat upright and looked around for it. It was gone! "Where did it go?" Stupid question.
"Oh no..."
"Oh baby, I'm sorry." I leaped to my feet, intent on rescuing him from total embarassment should the contents of that bag get out. The d20 escaped it's confines and splatted wetly across his belly.