Page 137 of Nearly Roadkill

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Private Message to Frankie

Hotdog:R u wet?

Frankie:::laughing lightly:: Takes more than the question to get me wet, love.

Hotdog:Heh heh.

Frankie:Oh darlin, I want you so bad but my husband and three children just trooped through the door, back from the mall. Gotta dash. ’nother day!

Private Message to Frankie

Johnny:::looking at you evenly:: We’re live. We happened into this sector at the same time. Come to me.

Frankie:::biting my lip:: Where?

Johnny:Private room “heat”

Frankie:::nodding:: Be right there.

Online Host

*** Frankie has entered Private Room “heat” ***

Error:There is no host in the room.

Frankie:::peeking in the door::

Johnny:No idea who Error is!

Frankie:::shivering:: Everything like that is making me paranoid.

Johnny:I know. Me, too. I’ll check it out, brb.

Johnny has left the room.

Johnny has entered the room.

Johnny:bak. It’s Gwynyth’s Safety protocol!

Frankie:::weak smile::

Johnny:::smilin’ back::

Frankie:Scratch, I…

Johnny:Yes?

Frankie:Nothing.

Johnny:Look. I got one word for you, OK?

Frankie:Yeah?

Johnny:Hypothermia.

Frankie:::blinking:: Is that supposed to be romantic?

Johnny:::slow grin:: Want to know what it means?

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