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βAbout Time someone came! The dehumidifiers have been offline for hours now!βAnd it is staring to show...
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Yup, everything clings and gets sticky. It can be very distracting to those around her or those who have to work next to her. >.>
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Funny, but I thought the wet t-shirt contests were held over in the officer's lounge after sunset.
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I'm working on it as fast as I can , Shenzi. Β I called Luigi and Mario for assistance.
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Thank you, Ashly has such a lovely figure it would be a shame not to bring it to life.
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Hey! Stop staring! >///<
It's not my fault...'
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*turns my head away* sorry!
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Muttering darky, she moves back to her tool chest and pulls on a far to small leather jacket. The sides barely reaching to cover the corners of her budding nipples.
'There - any better?'
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*turns to look back, still sees the shape and size* uh..... somewhat? *I gave a nervous smile and shrugged*
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'Somewhat?' Ashly plants her hands on her hips, incidentally causing her jacket to part and frame her already exposed breasts.
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*my eyes bulged out looking like dinner plates*
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'Right.' Ashly looks down at her chest. 'Nothing fits anymore. And this is the largest size they offer.'
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*shook my head trying to break focus on her huge parts* I might have some extra large shirts at home.
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Looking over you Ashly's violet eyes seem to be seeking something, and after a long while she gives a curt nod. 'If it isn't too far - you lead.'
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Actually, it's about a 2 block walk from here, promise *I took lead and walked towards the direction at my house*
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'Two blocks?' Ashly arches her brow. 'That works for me - Mr...?'
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Goldham, Indiana Goldham. Call me Indy if you like. *I turn back to look at her and gave a light smile* miss...I'm sorry u didn't catch your name
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Momentarily Ashly's ears flick back, before she rubs the back of her neck. 'Ah - it's Ashly, Ashly Williams I'm new here.'
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You'll like it here, took me a while to get comfortable here myself *turns my head back forward* follow me
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'Well one can hope.' Ashly mutters half to herself as she falls into place beside you. 'I don't suppose you know of anyone like me around?'
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"Like you"? What do you mean, like an outsider? *I looked up to her face when she caught up to me, trying hard not to look down to her melons* I know this because I was an outsider too, moved here a few years ago. I had a hard time fitting in too until I found a few pedestrians that accepted my appearance in this place. *thinking of Nera and Amenii, Linda, Mira and a few others*
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'I did see a few, unique, individuals running around.' Ashly muses, her shoulders relaxing a little. 'It - it is just, a different from what I expect, trying to make the transition back to, well this. But what about you Mr. Indy Gotham, what brought you here?'
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Eh, I wanted to find a somewhat quiet place. I like here so I decided to stay *I smiled at her and we are just a few houses away* Β we're almost there
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'Quiet huh?' Ashly looks around the cityscape, taking in everything at a glance. 'Well there is something to be said about having some peace of mind. What is it you do here?'
Stepping up the pace, she tries to pull her jacket over her ample breasts again and fails.
'Geeze these things are nothing but a pain!'
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I'm a writer mostly. And yeah I know it's not that quiet here but it's better than nothing. Also we're here *we arrived in front of a big home with a grey Jeep in the driveway*
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'You live here?' Ashly's jaw drops a few inches as she looks over the place. 'This is huge! And you have a jeep too? What year?'
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The most recent I get apparently *I looked at my jeep and I forgot that it was the new model, then looked back at Ashly's surprised look, then I lead us to my front door, I pulled out by keys and unlocked the door*
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A bit hesitant to walk inside, but seeing it is only the polite step to take, Ashly moves forward and steps over the threshold of your abode.
'Do you offer clothes and home to all the women you encounter, or am I just one of those odd exceptions?'
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Heh cute. I'm just trying to help out however I can. I do need to dig into my clothes for shirts for you. Can i offer you anything while you wait? *we walked inside and first thing Ashly would see is a huge type of couch made for entertainment and maybe sleep over, huge flatscreen TV, only a couple of game consoles on the entertainment center, Β then behind us is the kitchen*
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Trying to keep her surprise at under wraps, Ashly's gaze still flicks from the television to the multiple game councils. And so much space too! 'Uh, water will do fine.' She managed, suddenly self aware of the grease staining her top and cargo pants. That and the perpetual smell of diesel and gasoline that lingered no matter how much she tried to wash them.
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Alrighty *I went to my refrigerator and pulled out a filtered water container and a glass and poured some and I brought it to Ashly* here you go, now I'll find that shirt for you *went upstairs*
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Taking a tentative sip, Ashly savored the drink letting the water splash about her tongue before swallowing. It was oddly refreshing, well far better than the bottled stuff her boss brought in. Half the time it was room temperature and smelled of sulfur.
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*I came back with a few XL shirts* I hope some of these fit and.... *looked up and down Ashly's body seeing the grease and oil stains* um.... would like me to wash your clothes? I got come extra sweat pants and sweaters I can give you
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'I - thanks, it would be nice if it's not asking to much. I just don't want to mess up your washer.' Looking around, still in a Stade of disbelief and internally glad you didn't insist on seeing her place. 'Thank you for the shirts, let me see - maybe this one.' Taking fromt the top of the pile and shaking it out. 'What do you think, it may even fit?'
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It should, these use to be mine before I lost weight. And it's no problem, I'll fetch the sweats pants real quick *runs off again*
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Taking the moment Ashly regarded the clean shirt, she was on the verge of asking to borrow a shower but quickly thought better of it. She was already pushing her luck, and that was bound to run out soon enough, it always did at some point.
Instead, carefully pulling off her top, she let out a sigh of relief as her bare breasts were finally set free.
She had no bra for support, there was nothing that she could get that didn't require a custom piece, and just one of those would cost her half her paycheck. Instead, she had settled for gritting her teeth and trying to find something that restrained her breasts to a degree.
The t-shirt almost did the trick, a snug fit she almost yelped as the fabric played against her fur sending electric shocks arcing over her nipple piercings. The simulating having a profound effect as she tried to pull the shirt into place.
To say it fit well would be an understatement, in reality it fit her like a glove two sizes too small. Hugging her breasts as much as her sides leaving little to the imagination.
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*I come back with a couple Β of sweat pants and I saw a certain look on Ashly's face* I got the sweat pants....is everything alright?
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Jerked out of her thoughts about nipples, bras, and the way the shirt clung to her, Ashly Β looked up with with start. Her hands trying to smooth down the fabric over her chest, only making the problem more pronounced. 'I - ah, it's nothing.' Quickly scooping up her tank top. 'Do you have a place I can change quickly?'
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Just my bathroom upstairs....if you need to, you can use the shower. I can show you if you like? *still holding onto the sweat pants and I went to the stairs*
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'You, wouldn't mind?' Ashly asked a bit hesitantly. Was this her luck finally turning around? Ha! Well, maybe a small flicker remained. Following you up her ears and nose working madly to try and get a sense for your motivations without being to obvious. 'I know the smell of grease isn't the most appealing.'
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It's ok, did some grease myself. I'll show you the bathroom and I'll get everything you need ready. *walks up the stairs*
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Not wanting to turn down a golden opportunity, or to mention that she had been using a makeshift shower behind the garage Ashly quickly follows on your heals. 'Thank you, I mean it this is more than generous of you.'
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*I shrugged and I opened one of the doors, this one leading into my bedroom, Β then I opened another door showing my bathroom, Β no bathtub but huge shower room with pull on door. Then I grabbed a few large towels i have* alright, big as my bathroom is, the shower faucet is pretty much a regular Β faucet. Just pull the handle back and turn left for hot. All the shampoo and soap is in there. All organic too, hope you don't mind it
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'Organic?' Ashly hoped her surprise didn't show in her voice, she had resorted to bring off brand or discounted shampoo. Andast week had to make due with dish soap when her boss had docked her check for the advance last time. 'Uh, yes organic is great.'
For someone who lives in a mansion - the size of everything here was enough to get her head spinning. Almost to the point she forgot what she was hear to do in the first place.
'I - thank you again, I won't leave any hair in the drain, I promise.'
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It's all good *I gave her a pleased smile knowing that I enjoy helping others. I placed the towels on the bathroom sick along with the spare clothes* throw your clothes outside the bathroom and I'll washed them out for you. And feel free to holler if you need anything else. *I walked out of the bathroom and headed down stairs and walked into the kitchen and began pulling stuff together for dinner*
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Ashly was left in a suspended state of disbelief, the pessimistic side of her brain kept screaming that there her host was suddenly going to burst in on her with a chainsaw to make her into a rug the second she let her guard down. The other, more rational side shot this idea down pretty quickly. Pretty sure that she could overpower her host and escape if she needed to, Ashly tugged off her soild top and let it fall to the floor. Unfastened her belt she unclipped her tool belt and set it aside before emptying her pockets. Last to go was her cargo pants that she added to the pile. Bundling everything up she cracked the door and set the lump outside.
This was going to be a first. Stepping into the shower she cranked the water on and let the hear flow over her body.
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*I pulled out angel hair noodles, a jar of pasta sauce, Β a pound of (cloned) ground beef. I pulled put a pot for the noodles and filled it with water and placed it on the stove and turned it on high. Then I grabbed a frying pan for the meat and I grinded it up first and then placed it on the stove to brown it. I threw the noodles in the water pot and stirs it as it boils. It got a little quiet to I placed my tablet up and put on YouTube and started my playlist of Zelda Theories* ok where was I..... *finished browning the meat*
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On long and vigorous scrubbing later, Ashly was beginning to wonder if her surprise host had any idea oh to remove hair from a shower drain and if she should say something. Though how to explain that she was still shedding her fur coat and that no mater how much she brushed there was always more was already a dicey topic enough. But wrapping her head in a towl she checked her watch that had been placed on the counter and the thought vanished.
'Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!' Moving in a blur she threw a towel around her middle, the soft fluffed texture almost enough to make her hesitate to enjoy the sensation of the fabric again her nipples. Looking down she quickly assessesed she was in trouble, the towl falling short form her loins by a good several inches prompting another string of colorful metaphors.
'Okay, think think think...' She wasn't going to let her hair down, there sausage like dreadlocks would be soaked and needed time to dry. So that ment. 'No.' She was not going to walk out topless before her guest parading her breasts for the world to see.
Instead she undid the towel dropping it dangerously low and knocked the fabric. The effect was, almost, passable though she had just managed to conceal the modesty between her legs, her breasts were one one deep breath away from jumping out.
'Great.' Taking a deliberately shallow breath, Ashly opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, steam radiating out around her.
'Indy?'
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