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<div><span class="gmail_quote">On 10/10/07, <b class="gmail_sendername">Matt Ashley</b> <<a href="mailto:helvorn@yahoo.com">helvorn@yahoo.com</a>> wrote:</span>
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<div style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman,new york,times,serif">"Now Doctor, I hope you've been good to Mr. Boris here. Otherwise I'll just have to return this interesting package that I picked up with your name on it out in town." He holds up a medium package wrapped in what looks like red silk tied with black string. There is a logo of some sort on the package that is hard to make out.
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<div>Kat tries to hide her curiousity but fails. She straigtens up and looks at the package. "For me? What is it? Where did it come from?" She tries a distraction method of reaching to pull his tail with one hand while trying to get the package with the other. Looking over at Boris she grins. "See how sneaky our Vargr can be? They tease a poor defenseless doctor just trying to make an earnest living with tantalizing tidbits. What's a woman to do."
</div><br></span> ====================================<br><br>Montez whisks his tail up and away so that Kat only gets a few fingers on the very end of it. He twirls almost like a dancer inside her grip so that as she grabs the package and maintains a hold on his tail they end up nose to snout with the package tightly wedged between them. She can feel that the objects inside the package are rather lumpy. It seems like there might be two or three items.
<br><br>He lightly rubs his nose to hers and barely bares his teeth; "See, I've learned from our encounter over the crop and dancing with you humans." He reaches around her back with his free hand and grabs her long braid. "Now we can begin the Vargr dance."
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<div>Kat grins and rubs her nose back against Taz. She never really knew what to expect from this silly Vargr but it was always something to brighten her day. "Ahhh, you have the Kat by hertail Taz. Beware of what might happen." Kat noticed that he only had a slight grip on it so she wasn't afraid of being injured. She also had observed in their playful tugs back and forth that he was always considerate of not hurting her nor of accidentally cutting her hair.
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<div>Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she grasped the package more firmly and just "sat down", swinging her legs out to sweep Taz feet at the same time. She knew that she'd land with a little jar but also knew that it wouldn't be enough to injure herself. After an "ommph" escaped her, she started to quickly tear open the package like a kid at Christmas time. Kat gave a squeel of delight when she spotted the first item in the box. It was a pair of white lacey gloves.
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<div>Kat immediately put on the gloves and held them up in front of her with glee. "Taz!!! These are great!" Not taking time (in case he snitched the rest of the package back), she quickly rummaged to find what else was in there. Soon she had her answer. A set of black leather boots with 3" heels. She held them up for Boris to see also even though she was sure he could have cared less. Those too had to be put on immediately and she was glad that she was now, in fact, sitting down and in a position to do so. Finally she got on the boots and smoothed them against her legs and calves. "A perfect fit Taz. I'm not sure how you did it, but you did well. Such classic colors also." Kat kicked up her booted leg to show both of the guys, and gets up.
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<div>Kat quickly turned her head, thus freeing her braid from Taz and takes a step back. She grins at the two guys as she peels off one of her gloves and with an expect SNAP, hits Taz in the arm. "Thanks for the presents. I'll just go put these away. You guys think you can handle our defenses until I return?"
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<div>Not waiting for an answer, she giggles as she leaves, making sure that her braid is safely out of Taz' reach. <br> </div></div>