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        <![CDATA[ [Egan walks into the bar and looks around surprised at the high numbers in tonight but not showing anything on his face. He nods at a few and then makes his way over to the bar...]Beer when you're ready, mate...~~ The Man ~~  ]]>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Re: Egan Trask ]]></title>
			<link>http://deliriousburningblue15130.yuku.com/reply/47311/t/Egan-Trask.html#reply-47311</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ He doesn&#39;t think he&#39;s ever spent so many hours straight in bed with a woman before. But then he&#39;s never been with a woman like this before, either,
has he? When they get thirsty, one of them goes to the kitchen for glasses of water or beer. When they get hungry, he finds cookies and granola; she pretends
this is great food. He enjoys the way she does that.
<br>
<br>
Egan lies on his back now, staring at the ceiling, Tulip&#39;s head on his chest. He&#39;s spent, sated. Yet more... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <em>*Feeling the rough skin of his palm gliding over the small of my back. I&#39;m shivering at his touch but am by now not willing to dive up from the dizzy
state I still am in.
<br>
His palm goes here and there and then...it goes there. Again.
<br>
My eyes open for one short moment, soaking up as much of him as I can before I close them again. A sigh comes across my lips:*</em>
<br>
<br>
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v311/TulipFlower/Tulip_Spent.jpg" alt="image">
<br>
<br>
More. ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 15:54:57 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;We only come this way once, love,&quot; Egan whispers, his voice husky with want. &quot;I&#39;m not some little boy, easily frightened by the idea life
can interfere with what your plans are. I&#39;m a man -- someone who knows better than most what it&#39;s like to have your life ripped completely away from
where you thought it was going. If I&#39;ve learned anything, Tulip, it&#39;s that you don&#39;t get any chances at a do-over with a woman like you. So you
just let me take my own... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Re: Egan Trask ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <em>*He&#39;s so close. Maybe it would take just one further touch...*</em>
<br>
<br>
Egan.
<br>
<br>
<em>*Sighing deeply*</em>
<br>
<br>
Please.
<br>
Back off.
<br>
That wouldn&#39;t be fair.
<br>
Things are too complicated right now. I have to leave to San Francisco soon, and maybe then back to Germany. Although I don&#39;t want to, that I can assure
you...
<br>
I might be here only for a few days still. I just don&#39;t want to...I mean, hurt anyone...including myself. ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 16:30:16 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;Maybe you could ask me to kiss you back,&quot; Egan says, his hands cupping her face. &quot;I&#39;d like that...&quot;
<br>
<br>
<br>
When she blushes, he leans in to kiss her, backing her up until he has a little leverage to get even closer. He&#39;d go further but he figures the secret
seems to be to let her call the shots. Her lips are so soft; her mouth so welcoming. But he pulls himself away from her, releasing her a little bit, just some
breathing room between them.
<br>
<br>... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 20:21:25 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <em>*Our lips slowly part after that kiss. I feel a bit wobbly on my feet. I am a somehow overwhelmed. He looks like he just made coffee, or tidied up his
room, or got a horse shoe clean. But he holds me. Like he knew, that I might stumble. How does he do this?*</em>
<br>
<br>
You know something, Egan? I never ever thought that you had such a soft touch within you...and that there&#39;s something in you, that want&#39;s to look after
someones stumbling, besides a client might sue you, if you... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 14:51:38 GMT</pubDate>
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			<link>http://deliriousburningblue15130.yuku.com/reply/46692/t/Egan-Trask.html#reply-46692</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <div id="refHTML"></div>Egan doesn&#39;t move away. He says, &quot;If you need a job, I have friends who can help you. One of them will know of something. And
we can find you a good place to stay -- you were scared of that motel, weren&#39;t you?&quot;
<br>
<br>
She blinks. He wants to kiss her again. But this time, he won&#39;t be the one to initiate the kiss, will he? Nope.
<br>
<br>
Her lashes are so dark. He likes the way they curve down when her eyes drop. But when she looks back up him,... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 19:23:19 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <em>*He completely overwhelms me with just his eyes.
<br>
And his voice is making me shiver.*</em>
<br>
<br>
You know...
<br>
<br>
I wanted to leave and leave to you this note:
<br>
<br>
http://www.songs-lyrics.net/so-Tina-Dico-lyrics-Count-to-Ten-lyrics-On-the-Run-lyrics-fyjbknhz.html
<br>
<br>
I, I just don&#39;t know where to turn right now.
<br>
And I still have some bills to pay. And after that nothing&#39;s left and I don&#39;t know what to do ....but...I never learned how to start... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:06:14 GMT</pubDate>
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			<link>http://deliriousburningblue15130.yuku.com/reply/46651/t/Egan-Trask.html#reply-46651</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;It&#39;d frighten anyone, wouldn&#39;t it? Losing your job, I mean. And you so far from home, love.&quot;
<br>
<br>

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<br>
His voice is deep, soft and strong with that hint of a man who knows he may not be able to be the answer to all things but he can stand up and protect a woman
in trouble. He comes close to her now, his fingertips trailing up... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 18:21:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Jesus!
<br>
<br>
You nearly gave me a heartattack!
<br>
<br>
<em>*Smiling at him and am more than happy that he&#39;s back*</em>
<br>
<br>
So you did? Know my name? I was not sure, if you were just pulling my leg.
<br>
<br>
But what the hell do you want to imply with &#39;the kiss did not mean a bloody thing to me&#39;?
<br>
Do you have any clue what is going on in my head right now?
<br>
<br>
<em>*Throwing my hands in the air and shaking my head*</em>
<br>
<br>
You want some breakfast? Still... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 17:20:28 GMT</pubDate>
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			<link>http://deliriousburningblue15130.yuku.com/reply/46527/t/Egan-Trask.html#reply-46527</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;Just so you know. I always knew your name. And that kiss meant something to me, even if it didn&#39;t mean a bloody thing to you, woman.&quot;
<br>
<br>

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  <img src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o208/RalphAtTheFarm/57-59.jpg" alt="image">
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			<description><![CDATA[ I didn&#39;t mean to...please understand that...it is just...
<br>
<br>
<em>But he&#39;s gone. The door is swinging still. I watch it settle and rest.
<br>
I&#39;m standing in his kitchen, with a pan in my hand and don&#39;t know what to do with the eggs now or what to do generally.
<br>
Sitting down the pan and then sitting down myself at his table.
<br>
Drawing my fingers over my face.
<br>
This is no good.
<br>
Looking up, I see him through the window, walking away with rigid steps. Only... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 16:59:27 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Egan watches Tulip in the kitchen. His lips are purses. There&#39;s a frown on his face. He wonders when he&#39;s ever going to learn with women anyway. He
thought ... Wait. Check that. Obviously, whatever he thought it was wrong. What was it Hando always says? Yeah, that&#39;s it: if a man speaks in the forest
and there&#39;s no woman there to hear it, is he still wrong?
<br>
<br>
Still ... Egan wonders what he could&#39;ve done wrong this time to earn a cold shoulder from Tulip. She seemed... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:34:22 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Waking up with a start.
<br>
I hardly find my way back in the real wold. And the swinging hammock I dozed off in is doing no good either.
<br>
<br>
What a dream!
<br>
<br>
Peaking out and about.
<br>
Still no one there.
<br>
I let myself fall back into the hammock. Did I really just dreamed that Egan was kissing me? And did it really felt that good?
<br>
Oh my God. I start to get a bit jittery.
<br>
I need to do something. I have to make some calls and I have to cook something for the guys.... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 16:27:09 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ She looks out at the world with expectant eyes. I can&#39;t help but wish I had something truly special to show her. But all that&#39;s here is the
&#39;here&#39; I&#39;m used to everyday. Woman like this? This can&#39;t mean much to her. Give her fair go, though -- she listens when the time is for
listening; she asks good questions; her hand is soft when I reach to take it to make sure she doesn&#39;t slip in the damp grass.
<br>
<br>
There&#39;s a strange moment when she&#39;s staring up at... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 18:45:37 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <em>*after they drove off turning back to the kitchen battle and starting to wash off involuntarily. Wondering what he means, saying I should feel like
home.*</em>
<br>
<br>
He said it? Didn&#39;t he? Feel like home!
<br>
<br>
<em>*Starting to look through his Book, Music and Film-Collection, which is a lot bigger, I ever would have guessed. It even includes some thing I absolutely
know and love.
<br>
Although...ain&#39;t it strange that a grown up man still has a child-book like:&quot;the... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 19:12:42 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <em>*Watching them leave and feeling a bit confused. East was nice and Egan was in a bad mood the whole morning. Jumping out of my way like I had the plague.
<br>
Especially when we bumped into each other accidentally. One could think I would poison him by just one touch.
<br>
<br>
Then this other guy drove up. He takes a long serious look at me and tipps his heat. I never felt this naked before.
<br>
I didn&#39;t like it one bit.
<br>
<br>
Egan says something to me, but I don&#39;t really... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 16:24:19 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[ It&#39;s one thing to share a house with East but why&#39;s he got to be underfoot all the time?
<br>
<br>
&quot;Wonderful food, Tulip,&quot; I say softly. She looks up and flashes me a grin that seems a lot more carefree than any I&#39;ve seen from her. And then
she has this sudden bloom of blush on her cheeks. Damn. &quot;You want some help cleaning up, then?&quot;
<br>
<br>
East chuckles and I give him a scowl. But he says, &quot;You? Volunteering to do kitchen clean up? We gotta mark this... ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ <em>*The sudden appearance of East knocks me off my stand. I&#39;m dragging down Egan&#39;s t-shirt as far as I can. But this East is a nice one. He seems to
oversee that I&#39;m clad only in a t-shirt. And he is behaving like I am am part of the family since a long time. Relaxing slowly and while he is stealing
bacon out of the pan I ask him how &#39;sleeping beauty&#39; Egan likes his eggs?*</em> ]]></description>

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			<description><![CDATA[ In the morning, he&#39;s out of bed as usual in time with the sun&#39;s arrival. He barely slept. He kept wishing he&#39;d known the words to say. Girls like
words. They like to use them a lot. Too much, usually. But he could listen to Tulip talk a lot more. There&#39;s that thing she does, finger to her lips, when
she&#39;s shy with him. And that other thing she does, hand on one hip when she&#39;s being fresh with him. He thinks about how good she smelled when she got
close last night.... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Egan Trask ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>[Egan walks into the bar and looks around surprised at the high numbers in tonight but not showing anything on his face. He nods at a few and then makes his way over to the bar...]</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br><!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c197/deliriousbb/Egan/eyes.jpg" style="border:0;"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><br><br>Beer when you're ready, mate...<div class='signature'><div style="text-align:center"><span... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 18:51:39 GMT</pubDate>
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