"Oh what do we have here?" Lord Borr's voice boomed as he moved out of his office and towards his lounge. Lord Borr remembered the face from the Feast. He remembered giving this particular invite out. Lord Borr turned the lock to the lounge and let the young man in (after Lord Borr went in - Men First!).
Once in, Lord Borr turned to watch the reaction on the young man's face. If the miniature man had any taste or sense at all, he'd be MOST impressed. That, or he could leave with Lord Borr's shoe in his pants.
__________________ Someone unimportant whose name slips my memory made this signature. Twas Lady Borr who did it, sir! Boor's bringin' sexy back and yall just hatin' Kingston: Marry me my lord. We're perfect for each other.
Last edited by Berty Borr; 06-11-2008 at 03:06 PM.
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