not yet sweetie, but you will.

I haven’t checked do I have any new mail?

and i find you Sexy as hell!

you just seem so fun...and can be discreet...i like that!

*gives Him a hug and kiss*

this room has the flat chest theme, so I felt that my pic should be appropriate, right?

Thanks, I’m not sure why you do.

ah well...

Thanks for the extra pic. Yes, even without the cleavage you are beautiful.

of course, i assume many do that drop by this page

you know i have a crush on you

Hello PL

i can't stop looking for you...*s*

Well, I'm not allowed to cite "religious exemption" to meetings.

*nods*

exactly.... I once had a locked Facebook page that said "password is emme spelled backwards" and a few Guys could figure it out.....

Stops by and checks my messages.

Not to intrude, but your avi is ... WOW!

quietly looking your way...trying not to get caught

*s* Your name is the same forwards as backwards - a palindrome

*smiles*

hi.... read Your Bio that you were once Rotisiv and people didn't get the joke. That is cute...

An AV came down fast, one engine, bullet holes potmarking both sides of the vehicle, windshield smashed, and a team at half coming out the sliding door quickly onto the landing pad. With them on a hovering gurney is a corporate asset placed at Platinum level.

Seven foot, cybered up to the gills. Barely any flesh left to keep pumping, but they got hit with a laser based weapon. These are usually outpaced by street ballistics at this point, but to a 'borg, melting is worse than penetration. Several medscan tags also flag incendiary damage. This corp weapon went up against someone prepared. As it comes to his level, the data flashes into his vision and in moments he's in to the operating room and working on transferring the stabilization modules from transit to the stationary table's.

"Get him up. Transfering. Stable red. Stable yellow. Stable green. We're good. Clear back. Medscanning."

The scanners overhead and plugs that get jammed into what's left working of their inputs to their biomonitors, if one existed at all, starts to pour in data.

"Restart the scan."

Something didn't look reasonable. Not much was feeding in for bio, but there was a mess of red markers coming up in his right eye for cyberware malfunction and destruction.

"Shit."

He doesn't often curse. This patient is high priority for a major corp. They like their weapons.

"Get me a biopod suite! It's a honest to god fullborg."