My name ain't Stella....

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Well, I had to find a healthy outlet. A would kill me if I found my own make do Tran/Tradee for the time being. lackasex gwaan ded mi! FAADA!

Sorry mi dear. I do remember how you must feel.

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Well weh halready knoa 'Mya' nuh come hup wid halla dem positions by harself...suh whether it Mya or Jawi...someone need fi put hout a video or dvd fi 'enlighten deh resta wi!

, Gill

[jawi876 2]

*Ian swears that he smells like the foul odors escaping from the airplane’s restrooms. He walks off the plane periodically sniffing his suit lapels. Ian is glad that he doesn’t have baggage to claim, and bypasses the anxious vacationers in a huff. When he gets to the Hertz rental counter, he reaches into his pants for his wallet and money clip. Ian looks down around his feet and back along the path he just traveled. The airport is full, and people are meandering and walking all over the place.*

Ian: How in the he**! Where is my clip? DAMN! PHOCK! Can my day possibly get any more PHOCKED UP!!!!

*He racks his brain in an attempt to remember the last time he saw it. It could be anywhere by now. He wish he could beat the skin off the person that witnessed him drop it and picked it up. Ian checks the contents of his wallet, and decides to use his plastic until he can get more cash. The gentleman behind the counter is blathering on and on about the required security deposit, and insurance. The rates are a lot steeper than those in the States. Ian exhales loudly, and decides not to make a big deal about it. The quicker he gets to his destination, the quicker he can expect to get back home.*

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U BETTA NO STOP WRITE IF U NO WANT A HIT OUT FI U MANISCRIPT.....

MI A READ !!! AHOE !!

MI Too. !!!!!

[brownnskinn 0]

It's hot in here!!!! (fanning) wondering if hubby's coming home for lunch

[brownnskinn 0]

Fitz is just too good to be true cause Tonya really deserves better, all the $hit she had to put up with Ian. I hope he don't go breaking her heart.

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Ian: How in the he**! Where is my clip? DAMN! PHOCK! Can my day possibly get any more PHOCKED UP!!!!

Karma is a MUTH*#%

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PREGNANCY TEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WWWWWOOOOOOOIIIIIEEEEE!!!!! Surrrrrrrps!! Jawi toppi...hurryhup han post deh nex part arready!!

-Gill

A now dem a buy test afta all dat rooksing dem shoulda have it stocked

[Forever Young 1]

*Ian swears that he smells like the foul odors escaping from the airplane’s restrooms. He walks off the plane periodically sniffing his suit lapels. Ian is glad that he doesn’t have baggage to claim, and bypasses the anxious vacationers in a huff. When he gets to the Hertz rental counter, he reaches into his pants for his wallet and money clip. Ian looks down around his feet and back along the path he just traveled. The airport is full, and people are meandering and walking all over the place.*

Ian: How in the he**! Where is my clip? DAMN! PHOCK! Can my day possibly get any more PHOCKED UP!!!!

*He racks his brain in an attempt to remember the last time he saw it. It could be anywhere by now. He wish he could beat the skin off the person that witnessed him drop it and picked it up. Ian checks the contents of his wallet, and decides to use his plastic until he can get more cash. The gentleman behind the counter is blathering on and on about the required security deposit, and insurance. The rates are a lot steeper than those in the States. Ian exhales loudly, and decides not to make a big deal about it. The quicker he gets to his destination, the quicker he can expect to get back home.*

DUNT DUNT DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN... Ian reach tuh blood cla*t...run fi oonuh lives...Yardies run fa oonuh Machetes...Mashiette UNITE fi mash-HE-hup !!!!

Edited November 12, 2007 by Deyoungting

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*Ian swears that he smells like the foul odors escaping from the airplane’s restrooms. He walks off the plane periodically sniffing his suit lapels. Ian is glad that he doesn’t have baggage to claim, and bypasses the anxious vacationers in a huff. When he gets to the Hertz rental counter, he reaches into his pants for his wallet and money clip. Ian looks down around his feet and back along the path he just traveled. The airport is full, and people are meandering and walking all over the place.*

Ian: How in the he**! Where is my clip? DAMN! PHOCK! Can my day possibly get any more PHOCKED UP!!!!

Dyam eediat !! ole fool...playa got played..by a "ghetto" hoe named QUNISHA

[Mephys 2]

I think you are being too nice with Ian yet I can't wait to read him getting his a$$ beat up!

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*Ian swears that he smells like the foul odors escaping from the airplane’s restrooms. He walks off the plane periodically sniffing his suit lapels. Ian is glad that he doesn’t have baggage to claim, and bypasses the anxious vacationers in a huff. When he gets to the Hertz rental counter, he reaches into his pants for his wallet and money clip. Ian looks down around his feet and back along the path he just traveled. The airport is full, and people are meandering and walking all over the place.*

Ian: How in the he**! Where is my clip? DAMN! PHOCK! Can my day possibly get any more PHOCKED UP!!!!

*He racks his brain in an attempt to remember the last time he saw it. It could be anywhere by now. He wish he could beat the skin off the person that witnessed him drop it and picked it up. Ian checks the contents of his wallet, and decides to use his plastic until he can get more cash. The gentleman behind the counter is blathering on and on about the required security deposit, and insurance. The rates are a lot steeper than those in the States. Ian exhales loudly, and decides not to make a big deal about it. The quicker he gets to his destination, the quicker he can expect to get back home.*

DUNT DUNT DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN... Ian reach tuh blood cla*t...run fi oonuh lives...Yardies run fa oonuh Machetes...Mashiette UNITE fi mash-HE-hup !!!!

hahahaa..mad ooman....wapen..u no easy at all...ahHAHHAHAAHAA..mi ave mine longtime a wait fi 'im arrival

[Forever Young 1]

*Ian swears that he smells like the foul odors escaping from the airplane’s restrooms. He walks off the plane periodically sniffing his suit lapels. Ian is glad that he doesn’t have baggage to claim, and bypasses the anxious vacationers in a huff. When he gets to the Hertz rental counter, he reaches into his pants for his wallet and money clip. Ian looks down around his feet and back along the path he just traveled. The airport is full, and people are meandering and walking all over the place.*

Ian: How in the he**! Where is my clip? DAMN! PHOCK! Can my day possibly get any more PHOCKED UP!!!!

*He racks his brain in an attempt to remember the last time he saw it. It could be anywhere by now. He wish he could beat the skin off the person that witnessed him drop it and picked it up. Ian checks the contents of his wallet, and decides to use his plastic until he can get more cash. The gentleman behind the counter is blathering on and on about the required security deposit, and insurance. The rates are a lot steeper than those in the States. Ian exhales loudly, and decides not to make a big deal about it. The quicker he gets to his destination, the quicker he can expect to get back home.*

DUNT DUNT DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN... Ian reach tuh blood cla*t...run fi oonuh lives...Yardies run fa oonuh Machetes...Mashiette UNITE fi mash-HE-hup !!!!

hahahaa..mad ooman....wapen..u no easy at all...ahHAHHAHAAHAA..mi ave mine longtime a wait fi 'im arrival

Nuttin' much Sis...jus waiting fi Ian's BEAT DOWN!!!! How yuh duh?

Bless,

Gill

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Mi deh yah girl it's Monday and mi waah go home fi a piece a di sumptin wah Mya and Tradee a gwaan wid...dem too hot fi me

HAhaa..u see it..mi caan wait fi gi 'im a chop to ! mi sharpen mi blade already

[jawi876 2]

*Ian tells the Hertz rep that he will be back. He goes back to retrace his steps, and is only allowed as far back as the Customs area. Ian’s head is bent low, and he is attempting to scan the floor in the midst of all the travelers. He bumps into someone obviously not watching were they were going either. When he looks up to curse at the idiot, he feels like he has died and gone to heaven. She was amazingly beautiful, full of raw sexual appeal and exuberance. Ian can feel his mouth moving, but the words will not leave his throat. Melodee glances at him with contempt and stifled irritation. She attempts to brush past him, but Ian grabs her arm to halt her departure.*

Ian: Miss…wait. I’m sorry. Please let me apologize for my clumsy faux-pas. I assure you that I am not normally a blundering idiot. But, I must tell you that your exquisite beauty has rendered me speechless. You have to let me take you out for drinks or dinner…you know…to-to make it up to you. It seems that I misplaced something, and I was distracted when I slammed into you. Please accept my sincerest apologies, and my business card for dinner..say tonight? *Ian effortlessly slides his business card into her hand, holding onto her slender fingers longer than necessary. He slickly turns her hand over, and places his lips tenderly to the inside of her wrist.*

Melodee: Eh..eh…Whaa dis eediat tek mi fe? I’m sorry sir. I really have to get back to my duties. Please forgive me for not watching my path more closely. *Melodee glances at the business card and back at Ian. She thinks about her ruined relationship with Delmar.* So you are a stock broker in New York? Really? That sounds interesting. How long are you in Jamaica?

Ian: Yes, I am. It has been a very rewarding career choice if I do say so. *Ian makes a marked effort to flash his cuff links and Rolex.* For you pretty lady, I can be in Jamaica as long as you need me to be. Just say you will at least share drinks with me tonight. I have a business meeting this afternoon, but I could pick you up anytime after…say 7:00 PM?

Melodee: Okay, I guess. Where are you staying…Montego Bay?

Ian: Actually, I’m staying in Ocho Rios, at the Riu. Are you familiar with it? I attempted to book the Royal Plantation Golf Resort and Spa, but alas it was completely booked for my last minute trip.

Melodee: Oh, okay. I’m very familiar with it sir. I am not too far from where you will be on holiday. I will come to meet you, and we can ride together for the drinks…maybe dinner. Now, I really have to get back before I’m missed. *Melodee begins a brisk pace across the wide airport floor.

Ian: WAIT! MISS? I-I DIDN’T GET….your name. DAMN! Ian you are slipping.

*Ian forgets about his missing money clip and walks back to the Hertz Car Rental counter. As he waits on the car, he briefly envisions dragging Toya by her hair kicking and screaming back to the airport. He smiles at the thought, although he would never get away with it with Mya around.

The car rental rep brings the car around, and Ian takes off with a map of Jamaica. He follows highway A1 through Montego Bay. Ian allows the beauty of Jamaica to soothe his frayed nerves. Ian thinks about the cruel news he gave Toya. He had hoped to keep controlling her through manipulation and ploys. The doctor had told him two weeks ago that he was HIV-negative. Ian just neglected to share the news with Toya. He would find a way to use this information to his advantage. He was tired of plotting, and wanted to concentrate on more pleasant matters. Ian thought about his recent interaction with the most beautiful woman that he had ever had the pleasure to meet. Her beauty rivaled Mya’s in that they were on opposite ends of the spectrum of attractiveness. Mya was fair with gray eyes, but Jamaica Beauty was dark and exotic. Toya nestled comfortably somewhere in the middle. When his Jamaican gem spoke, her voice and dictation was impeccable, and had the power to singularly move his groin. Ian knew that it had been a while since a woman had been able to excite him just from the sound of her voice.

Ian thinks that his luck may have changed for the better when he encountered his mysterious Jamaican goddess. Her skin was flawless, like that of a porcelain doll dipped in Godiva chocolates. Ian smiles at the thought that she may just be fine enough to make him forget his investment in Toya. Yeah so far, she just may be a keeper.*

BAM! CLUNK! KLINCK! SSSSSSSSSSSS!