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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 18:35:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>James Scott Piccie Spam</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 04:36:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This is Nancy&apos;s friend Sonia...</title>
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  <description>Hi everyone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy has asked me to come on here and let you all know that it will be at least a few days, if not longer, before she&apos;ll be able to get back online. There was a fire at her house and everything was completely destroyed. Thankfully, no one was home at the time! Hopefully she and her family will be back on their feet soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&apos;d like to send her any messages you can post them here and I&apos;ll pass them on to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 17:24:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Volunteers Needed For A Study</title>
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  <description>Hey guys, I&apos;m leaving this post unlocked cause I&apos;m doing my sister a favor. She&apos;s looking for volunteers for a study she&apos;s doing for university. The study involves questions on Perfectionism, Media Exposure and Body Satisfaction. It&apos;s a series of 67 questions and should only take a few minutes of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions and consent form are in Word format so I can forward it to your e-mail addy once you let me know here that you&apos;re interested in participating and I will forward your answers on to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys can help us out.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2006 21:33:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Enough Bullshit Already</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve had more of certain LJ-ers than I can stomach anymore. Frak you and the horses you rode in on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Graphics/friendsbanner.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone else who wants access to my posts, fics and pics, comment here and I&apos;ll take a look at your journal. If I deny you, it&apos;s cause you have certain asshats in your flist and I&apos;ve really had enough of people sharing my entries with those pieces of shit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 16:47:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>BSB Fic: More Than That-2/?-Nick/OFC-PG</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&quot;So,how long have you and Nick been dating?&quot;Stacy asked smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perky girl,Melanie thought.Nick&apos;s arm tightened around Melanie&apos;s waist.Don&apos;t worry,I won&apos;t rat you out you lousy fink!Melanie smiled up at him with nothing but love in her eyes waiting to find out his answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We...uh...a few weeks right baby?&quot;Nick asked smiling down at her.Melanie smiled and turned to Stacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you&apos;ll excuse me.I really need to find a bathroom&quot;Melanie untangled herself from Nick&apos;s embrace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;See ya&apos;ll later&quot;Jess said following her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie finally exploded when the bathroom door swung shut behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Can you believe him?!Can you?of all the jackass,pisshead,fucking lousy things to do!&quot;Melanie stared at her flushed face in the mirror.It&apos;s because I&apos;m angry,that&apos;s all,she told herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So Nick&apos;s that good huh?&quot;Jess said crossing her arms in front of her chest and smilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What are you babbling about?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh baby,me thinks the lady doth protest way too much&quot;Jess laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Jess,you flunked English,don&apos;t start spouting Shakespear at me&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Gibson,do you think you&apos;d be any where near this pissed off if you didn&apos;t like that kiss more than you wish you did&quot;?Jess asked her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m sorry?Were you not there?The only reason he kissed me was to make miss Mary Sunshine jealous.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&apos;s not what I asked but never mind,I&apos;ve got my answer&quot;Jess said laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Fine,Freud,now can we just drop it and get back to the boarding gate?That is if the jerk didn&apos;t make us miss our flights&quot;Melanie pulled the door open and Jess followed her out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;This is without a doubt the dumbest thing you have ever done Carter,and that&apos;s saying something&quot;Aj tried to keep up with his blonde haired friend who was making a bee line for the boarding gate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Really?and what the hell was I supposed to have said?&quot;Nick said angrily not turning around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How about &apos;no Stacy my girlfriend and I can&apos;t go camping with you because,you&apos;re my ex and it would just be too weird.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You heard her AJ,we&apos;re friends now so why shouldn&apos;t we all hangout together?Shit their she is,oh crap,what&apos;s her name again?&quot;Nick asked drawing a blank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Melanie.&quot;Aj replied rolling her eyes.Nick called out her name just as she made it to the doorway to hand over her boarding pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie looked up to see who had called her. She groaned out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Melanie,you can&apos;t get on that plane&quot;Nick pushing up to the front of the line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Excuse me?&quot;Melane asked appalled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please,I need you to stay here for a few weeks.&quot;he begged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m on my way home Mr.Carter,I suggest you do the same&quot;Melanie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess stood inside the dorway enjoying the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m begging you,don&apos;t get on the plane&quot;Nick pleaded,the look on his face was almost her undoing but she ignored him and handed the lady her boarding pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you stay here I&apos;ll give you $50,000 dollars!&quot;he blurted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly Melanie turned around.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 02:18:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Bam Bam Spam</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 18:06:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Bam Bam Spam</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Aug 2006 20:44:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Bam Bam Spam</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Aug 2006 01:31:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Bam Bam Spam</title>
  <author>nancy777ca@yahoo.ca</author>  <link>http://nancy777ca.livejournal.com/393902.html</link>
  <description>Con pics courtesy of Squig_chelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/jamie_bamber004.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/jamie_bamber003.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/jamie_bamber002.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/cps8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/cps4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/cps3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/cps2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/007.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/4eb0d855.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/6ea7b767.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/sfb-airguitar1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/LeeDee.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/f755179b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/f80810e8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/f845f319.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/d4e7feee.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/bdc87c69.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/b7856861.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/5992146d.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/08902e9c.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Aug 2006 21:17:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Bam Bam Spam</title>
  <author>nancy777ca@yahoo.ca</author>  <link>http://nancy777ca.livejournal.com/393713.html</link>
  <description>Con Pics courtesy of Squig_chelle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/Table1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/sl1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/QA11s.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/QA10s.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/QA8s.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/QA7s.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/QA1s.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/jbtvg2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/Jamie6.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/Jamie3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/out.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/cap.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/6.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/s640x480.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/players_bamber_135x103.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/jamie_bamber_sg9_002.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/jamie_bamber_sg9_001.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/jamie_bamber_14.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/jamie_bamber009.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/jamie_bamber006.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 13:07:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>BBQ Teriyaki Pork Kabobs</title>
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  <description>BBQ Teriyaki Pork Kabobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;A simple way to make kabobs for summer grilling, and easily adaptable to add your favorite veggies. Great with rice and a nice salad!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original recipe yield: 6 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep Time:10 Minutes Cook Time:20 Minutes Ready In:3 Hours 30 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons soy sauce &lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons olive oil &lt;br /&gt;1 clove garlic, minced &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes &lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste &lt;br /&gt;1 pound boneless pork loin, cut into 1 inch cubes &lt;br /&gt;1 (14.5 ounce) can low-sodium beef broth &lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons cornstarch &lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons soy sauce &lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon brown sugar &lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced &lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground ginger &lt;br /&gt;3 portobello mushrooms, cut into quarters &lt;br /&gt;1 large red onion, cut into 12 wedges &lt;br /&gt;12 cherry tomatoes &lt;br /&gt;12 bite-size chunks fresh pineapple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;In a shallow dish, mix together 3 tablespoons soy sauce, olive oil, 1 clove minced garlic, red pepper flakes, salt, and pepper. Add pork cubes, and turn to coat evenly with marinade. Cover, and refrigerate for 3 hours. &lt;br /&gt;In a saucepan, combine beef broth, cornstarch, 2 tablespoons soy sauce, brown sugar, 2 cloves minced garlic, and ginger. Bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Reduce heat, and simmer 5 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Preheat an outdoor grill for high heat and lightly oil grate. Thread pork cubes onto skewers, alternating with mushrooms, onion, tomatoes, and pineapple chunks. &lt;br /&gt;Cook on grill for 15 minutes, or until meat is cooked through. Turn skewers, and baste often with sauce during cooking.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 13:01:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Quote</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 12:41:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Bam Bam Spam</title>
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  <description>Bottom few Con pics courtesy of Squig_chelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/JB-PTF-06-008.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/JB-PTF-06-007.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/Jamie16.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/Jamie14.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/Jamie12.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/kiss1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/HPIM0288.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/HPIM0286.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/HPIM0278.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/HPIM0277.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/galactica_anthraxsetvisit_gal.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/cpoker3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/univ1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/poker6.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/9eedre2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/bamberpress.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/bamber03.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/bamber02.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/bamber01.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/Autograph2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:45:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>BSG Fic: Fruits Of Their Labours-10/?-L/K-PG</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Chapter Ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Eeeeeeeboof!” Kaylee exclaimed as Lee played with her feet. She pressed them against his face, smacking her toes against his nose with a satisfying thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Oh is that right?” Lee asked, ‘conversing’ with his daughter. Who knew gibberish could be so entertaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Igggggg boooee da!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Can you say Daddy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;i&gt;Burp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“No, Daddy. Daddy,” Lee insisted biting her tiny big toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh dabeemooo,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I agree, sweetie. You’re so smart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Ga!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“You’re gonna be a genius when you grow up, aren’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Maaaadeeee Do!” Kaylee said smiling up at her father from the mattress as she tried to reach for his dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Lee laughed and blew a raspberry on her chubby stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Kaylee squealed in delight and grabbed Lee’s hair. “Booooooooo ah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Give daddy a kiss,” Lee leaned in a pressed his lips to her moist tiny mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Bee!” Kaylee said smacking her lips together, her tiny pink tongue darting out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Okay. Bath time, baby girl. Let’s go,” Kara popped out of the bathroom, a red towel over her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“We were just having a very intense conversation,” Lee said with an amused smile as Kaylee grabbed his finger and sucked it into his mouth. “I think I’m feeling another tooth coming in. Pretty soon you’ll be ready for roast chicken and burgers, won’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Mooooooo!” Kaylee pulled his finger away, whimpering at his pressure against her tender gums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“That’s right, baby. Cow’s go moo. See? I told you. Genius,” Lee pointed out lifting Kaylee into her mother’s arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Oh right, like Dr Freakweasel’s a genius. Hmm, I don’t know, Lee, maybe you should start wondering,” Kara joked carrying Kaylee towards the small basin filled with warm soapy water she had set up in the bottom of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“That’s not funny on so many levels, Mrs Adama.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Oh come on, it’s a little funny. You think it’s funny, don’t you, baby?” Kara asked Kaylee as she undid her diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Gibbbeshoooo,” Kaylee exclaimed and began to squeal and writhe in delight when she noticed the bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Yeah, she also thinks this is funny,” Lee pointed out jiggling his dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Here we go,” Kara eased Kaylee into the warm water, holding her upright and soaping her gently. Kaylee was in her element, slapping the water exuberantly and sending tufts of bubbles up into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Paaa! Paaaa Meeee. Ashe dddomee gooo add loo.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Say mommy, Kaylee. Mommy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“No, Dadddy. Daddy,” Lee moved towards the shower and leaned against the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“You shush, You’ve had your shot. Mommy, Kaylee Mom-my.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Kaylee looked at the both of them, reveling in the attention and smacked her hands in the bubbles violently.  “Myyyyy. Myyyy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Mo-mmy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Meeee,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Ma-“ Kara broke up the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Mmmmphaaa”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Me,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Ado gimmmeee tooo loo nooooo,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Ah so close!” Kara lowered her head in defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	A knock on the door interrupted Lee before he could try again to get Kaylee to say ‘Daddy’. He pulled it open to find his father on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Can I come in?” At Lee’s nod, William stepped in and handed Lee a sheet of paper.  “I want you to take a look at this,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Sir,” Kara called out from the shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Kara, you’re going to want to see this too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I’ll be out in one minute,” Kara told him. “Let’s finish up and say hi to grandpa. Go like this, baby.” Kara squeezed her eyes shut and watched as Kaylee followed suit as Kara gently rinsed the shampoo from her baby fine hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Deeen,” Kaylee  exclaimed when Kara righted her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“That’s right. All clean.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Ah Deen” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Kara wrapped the red towel around the slippery little bundle and began to rub her dry. She gathered Kaylee in her arms and walked towards Lee and his dad. “So what’s going on?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“What is this?” Lee asked, studying the co-ordinates and their placement on the map of a star system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Geeeeee!” Kaylee said, bouncing in excitement when she saw her grandfather. William smiled at her and rubbed her back, lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“You don’t remember, but this is the nebula you pointed out when we opened the Tomb Of Athena,” &lt;br /&gt;Lee brought the paper closer and twisted it around. “Holy frak, you’re right.” Kara stepped next to him and studied the paper.“Okay, then what’s this X all the way over here?” She asked. Kaylee reached her arm out trying to grab the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“This is what I wanted to talk to you about. Hotdog and Newbie noticed a body here about an hour ago. Land and water were detected. We need to send a team down to see if it’s habitable.” William explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“But if the nebula is here, than this isn’t earth,” Lee pointed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“No it isn’t.  I want you to gather a team to investigate the surroundings. The President is reluctant to get our hopes up. She wants Earth to remain the goal but if this place is livable, we have to give people the choice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I want to join the team,” Kara piped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	It was on the tip of his tongue to say ‘no’ but Lee knew Kara was chomping at the bit to get back out into the action in some capacity. Losing her flight status still left her with a huge hole which she tried to fill with teaching and being a mom to Kaylee but he knew she missed being out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“We’ll talk about it,” Lee offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	She rewarded him with a bright grin. “So when do we go down?” Kara asked her father-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“The plan is to get a team down there as soon as we can; the end of the week if you can manage it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I think so,” Lee said absently as he mentally went through his roster of pilots picking pilots and discarding others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Fiiiii deee Fiiiii!” Kaylee piped in extending her arms towards her grandfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	William picked her up out of Kara’s arms and held her close. “So get your list to me at the end of the day,” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Will do,” Lee nodded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Here you go, honey. Back to mommy,” William leaned next to Kara to give Kaylee back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Baaaaaaa!” Kaylee protested grabbing William’s lapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Come on, you. Let’s get you dressed.” Kara insisted pulling Kaylee back into her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Geeeeeeee! Ba Ba Geeeeee!” Kaylee wailed reaching towards William again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I’ll see you later, honey.” William kissed her cheek and Kaylee grabbed a fistful of his hair, refusing to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Geeeeeeeee!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“No, you don’t. Let’s go. Leave Grandpa alone. He has to go do commander things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Iggggs. Baaa. Ooooh!” Kaylee started in surprise when Lee picked up the small mirror out of the night table and held it in front of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Who’s that? Who’s that?” Lee asked waving the mirror in front of her and motioning his father towards the door. Kaylee pointed at her image in the mirror and smiled, entranced. William left blissfully unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Lee brought the mirror closer to her face and Kaylee leaned back in surprise and then forward to investigate the face in the shiny object. She laughed out loud when she pointed at the mirror and saw the small finger pointing back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Meeeeeee!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	‘That’s right, that’s you,” Kara affirmed then she moved towards the bed, setting Kaylee down to dress her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“So this place could be a planet?” She asked rubbing the towel softly on Kaylee’s head, making the small fine hairs stand up in tiny blonde wispy spikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Could be,” Lee confirmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“What if it is? I mean. This could be someplace we could make a home. Settle down. Gods, Lee.” Kara leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kaylee’s cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Maybe. I don’t know. Don’t get your hopes up,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Why not? Lee, what’s your problem?” Kara fastened a clean diaper around Kaylee’s hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I don’t, well, we’ve been so set on Earth. Let’s just be cautious about this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“There’s the Captain Adama I know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Lee gave her tight smile. “It’ll just take some getting used to. My instincts tell me not to jump in to this and disregard Earth as the better choice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Lee, come on. You’re telling me if this place turns out to be livable you’re still gonna want to forge ahead and look for Earth? Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I’m just saying, let’s not throw Earth aside just yet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Well, I’m gonna think positive. We might be going outside for real soon, baby. How would you like that?” Kara asked Kaylee who kicked her legs up happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Adiiied Goood Iieed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“See? She’s all for it,” Kara pointed out.</description>
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  <title>BSG Fic: Touch-16/?-Lee/OFC-NC17</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Chapter Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands tightened on her and his eyes burned into hers. Lee lowered his head a fraction of an inch and Jessica lifted her mouth towards him, licking her lips expectantly and parting her mouth, wanting him to kiss her very badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Jess…” he whispered softly. His mouth was only a breath away and Jessica had only an instant to tilt her mouth up and touch his lower lip when he pulled away with a strained groan. “Not here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jessica took a deep breath and tried to remember that he was right. They weren’t the only ones in the room. “Outside?” She asked, slightly dazed from the thrumming hunger burning a path through her blood to settle desperately between her legs. Oh Gods, how she wanted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	His hands on her back were trembling slightly and she stepped forward a few inches, pressing herself against him gently and feeling how much he wanted her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Jess…” he repeated, licking his lips while his eyes flared with heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	She reached up and touched him, running a finger down his smooth cheek. “Lee,” she whispered simply, not hiding the naked desire from her voice. He shivered and bit his lip then straightened and without a word, began pulling her towards the exit. Jessica followed, her whole body throbbing with expectation, her hand tucked securely in his. When they spilled out into the fake moonlight, he grabbed her and crushed his mouth to hers, pressing her hard against the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jessica gave a triumphant sigh as she pulled him closer, digging her fingers into his shoulders and pressing herself eagerly against him as his tongue slid into her mouth to meet hers. One hand came down to slide through the slit in her dress and grab her thigh, squeezing gently. His other hand covered her breast through her dress, making Jessica whimper with the need to feel him against her bare skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Oh Gods, Jess…Jess…What am I doing?” He broke his mouth from hers but only to run his lips down her neck, making her arch against him. He pulled aside the neckline of her dress, exposing a breast to the cool night air before making her cry out with the heat of his mouth on her nipple. “What are you doing to me?” He demanded as he sucked, licked and bit her, His fingers worked past her panties, feeling her slick heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Lee…take me…your room, now. Oh Gods…please…” Jessica panted feeling dangerously close to an orgasm. She wanted him inside of her and feeling the pounding demand of his own desire, knew that he would take her gladly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He stopped his blissful torment only long enough for them to make it to his hotel room and then his hands were on her again, unzipping her dress. He grabbed her hips and lifted her off her feet, his mouth sucking on her lips as they moved to his bed. He dropped her on the mattress and climbed over her and lowered the green material down off her breasts before taking one in his mouth again making her bury her head against the mattress as she held him close to anchor herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Her hands fumbled with his jacket, trying to remove it and Lee finally pulled back to strip both his jacket and shirt off hastily before claiming her mouth again. Feeling his bare skin against her breasts, Jessica’s trembling increased. He lifted her slightly to pull her dress the rest of the way down until she was clad only in her underwear. She began pulling insistently at his belt. Lee gave a soft laugh and grabbed her hands and pulled them up over her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Gods, Lee…please…I love you. I love you so much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He gave her a soul searing kiss as he nudged her thighs apart and then moved his hand between them, sliding into her panties to stroke her. Jessica whimpered and turned her face to the side, the sensations becoming too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come baby,” he murmured hotly in her ear, thrusting his finger inside of her and curling it upwards as he stroked back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes…Oh Gods…Lee, please. I want you inside of me…please,” she begged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I will, trust me,” he promised. He pressed his thumb against her dripping center and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica cried out his name as her orgasm shot through her blood ruthlessly. &lt;br /&gt;“Oh frak!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee nipped at her shoulder as he stroked her through her orgasm and began to build her up yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Lee…inside of me…now!” she demanded, heatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you feel right now? Desperate, hot, wanting? That’s how you make me feel every day. Every night I’m dreaming of you like this, feeling how I feel, shaking underneath me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes…yes…Show me. Tell me. Tell me you love me. Tell me you’re feeling what I’m feeling,” she panted. “Say the wor-“ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed her again, lifting her legs around his hips so she could feel how hard he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica gave a desperate moan and moved her hips against his, rubbing herself against his clothed erection. Lee pushed down and she could feel his own senses spinning as well as he rolled his hips hungrily against her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her own senses were amplified, joined in her mind by what he was feeling as well and Jessica could feel the approach of another orgasm. She bit her lip, trying to hold it back, wanting him to be full and thrusting inside of her when she came again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Lee had other plans. He moved down along her body until his face was between her thighs, glancing up at her with a determined, devilish gleam in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to know how you taste,” He pulled her underwear down off her hips, Jessica shaking with anticipation beneath him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh he was going to kill her before he ever got inside of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He licked her very slowly and gave a groan of satisfaction when her hand gripped his hair and she lifted her hips to him to take more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my Gods…” she cried feeling the excruciatingly wonderful heat of his mouth sending her hurtling towards another sharp orgasm. “Lee…Oh Gods…I can’t….I can’t take anymore…Frak…killing me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he began spearing her with his tongue and Jessica was screaming his name and screaming her love for him as she bore down against his mouth in a mind numbing orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dropped, panting against the mattress and smiled lazily when his head was above hers again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nice?” He asked smugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica laughed breathlessly as he dotted kissed along her collarbone and nuzzled her neck. “Gods…” She sighed then she took his face her hands and kissed him thoroughly. “I love you so much, Lee. I love you so much I feel dizzy,” she sighed, giggling happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached for her mouth again and a warning bell went off in the back of Jessica’s dazed mind. &lt;i&gt;He hasn’t said the words.&lt;/i&gt; She broke off the kiss and stared at him and her mind skipped ahead to after they made love. He’d feel regret. His physical desire for her would be sated for the moment but he would try and brush it off as a simple lay, nothing more. He would tell her they had gotten carried with this thing that had been building between them and that she was trying to take things too far emotionally. She wanted something he couldn’t give her. The future conversation was filling her with an icy dread and she shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t say it, can you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee stared down at her warily. “What are you talking about?” He reached down and tried to kiss her again but she stopped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Lee. No..I..can’t…not like this, I thought I could but…Oh Gods,” She was shoving at him, pushing him off of her and trying to slide out from underneath him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? No, where are you going? You don’t want to stop-“ He trapped her with his arms and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica closed her eyes against the frustration she saw in him.“No, I don’t. But we can’t do this. I can’t, not with you,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jess, come on. This doesn’t have to be a big-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t, Lee. Don’t say that when you know why it is a big deal if we made love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh this is frakking ridiculous!” Lee burst angrily moving off of her. “Fine, you wanna go? &lt;br /&gt;Go!” He all but pushed her off the bed. He got up and threw her dress at her. “I’m sick of your games, Ms Talbot. One minute you’re hot. The next your cold. I’m not gonna be your frakking lap dog, okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lee-“ Jessica opened her mouth to protest Lee was too far into his anger fuelled by sexual frustration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, you want me but only under your conditions. You want me as some frakking sperm donor for some kid-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you, you frakking moron! That’s why we can’t do this, not if it’s not gonna mean more to you. If all that mattered was that damned prophecy than I would have frakked you the first day and had done with it but that’s not what I want, Lee. Don’t you get that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A second ago you were begging me to frak you, now you’re telling me to stop. Forgive me if I don’t have the patience to deal with what you want when you can’t even decide that yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you…” She looked away, holding her dress close to her and fighting tears. She turned her back to him and pulled her dress back on. “I thought you were ready t0 admit that you loved me. I thought that was why we were going to make love now. If all I wanted was a frak, Lee, I’m sure Derby would have obliged.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee’s eyes widened and he grabbed her arm as she tried to walk towards the door, the message in his eyes clear. &lt;i&gt;You’re mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica laughed bitterly at the unspoken words. “You’re right. I am. But you don’t want me. Or, let me change that, you want me, but you don’t want to admit that you love me and that’s the only way I’ll ever give myself to you. Now leave me alone.” She walked towards the door and this time, Lee didn’t stop her from leaving.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 14:21:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Question</title>
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  <description>What was your favorite bedtime story as a child and did/do you read it to your children?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 14:19:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Coconut Brownies</title>
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  <description>Coconut Brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Taste the tropics with these chocolate and coconut brownies. Coconut rum gives them a special unforgettable flavor.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original recipe yield: 1 - 9x13 inch pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces unsweetened chocolate &lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup butter, room temperature &lt;br /&gt;2 cups granulated sugar &lt;br /&gt;4 eggs &lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup BACARDI® COCO™ Rum &lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour &lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder &lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt &lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups grated coconut, divided &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 9x13-inch baking pan. &lt;br /&gt;In a medium saucepan over low heat, melt the chocolate and butter together. &lt;br /&gt;Remove pan from heat and mix in sugar, eggs, vanilla, and BACARDI® COCO™ Rum. Stir in flour, baking powder, salt and 1 cup coconut. &lt;br /&gt;Spread in prepared pan and sprinkle remaining 1/2 cup of coconut on top of brownies. Bake 25-30 minutes or until batter starts to pull away from the sides of pan. Cool.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 14:14:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Quote</title>
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  <description>&quot;Men are creatures with two legs and eight hands&quot;-Jayne Mansfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v64/nancy777ca/Miscellaneous/kiss1.jpg&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 13:59:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Bam Bam Spam</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 17:56:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>BSG Fic: Touch-15/?-Lee/OFC-PG</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      Chapter Fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you your Vice President Mr Gauis Baltar!” Laura Roslin exclaimed exuberantly. The crowd in the ballroom erupted in applause as Gauis came out and soaked up the adulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Told you,” Jessica said, leaning close to Kara’s ear as they both chimed in with half hearted applause. “We are so frakked.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	She supposed it was better to have Baltar a step away from the presidency than Tom Zarek but Jessica couldn’t help feeling that they’d just set the fuse to something that was gonna blow up in their faces somewhere down the line. Baltar may have unwittingly betrayed the human race the first time around but Jessica couldn’t help fearing that the Cylon influence was still somehow cloaked around Dr Freakweasel. She just couldn’t work out how. Was there a Cylon connection on board the Galactica? Jessica was certain that after Boomer, there were no more Cylons on board the ship. So what was this Cylon influence and where the frak was it coming from? Was Baltar communicating through some secret wire channel to a Cylon on one of the other ships? That seemed the most obvious answer, but instinct told her it wasn’t the right one. She’d brought this up to President Roslin, who told her that this was all the more reason to keep Baltar next to her. As the president, Laura would constantly breathing down Baltar’s neck. Put that way, Jessica figured the best place to have Baltar was next to the president. Still, it was a small consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Well, I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink. Maybe if we get hammered enough, Baltar as the V.P will start to make sense,” Kara insisted pulling Jessica with her towards the bar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I don’t think there’s enough ambrosia in the world for that,” Jessica said but followed along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Lee spotted Kara first. She was dressed in a soft blue dress that made her look rather beautiful, to Lee’s amazement.  Who knew there really was a girl under that tough as nails exterior that was his insubordinate little Lieutenant Starbuck? If this was what Zak had seen when he looked at Kara, Lee understood now why his younger brother hadn’t had a chance. Lee wished his brother could see her now. He swallowed a pang of regret that hitched in his throat when his eyes shifted to the woman next to his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He recognized Jessica immediately though he shouldn’t have because she had never looked like this on the Galactica. She was dressed in a sparkly green gown that looked almost molded to her with a slit up the side that stopped almost at her hip and when she turned he could see the daringly low neckline that gave him enough cleavage to make his mouth literally water. As were the men around her, Lee noticed with a scowl.  She was perched up on the bar, her long legs crossed as she laughed and shook her head at something one of the men was saying. He admitted that these two were without a doubt the most beautiful women in the room but couldn’t Kara go off somewhere and take the men with her? Jessica leaned in close to…who was that? Chuckles? And nodded at him with a grin. Yes, to what? Lee would like to know. He was torn between enjoying these few moments to watch her unnoticed and going over there and beating the laughter right out of Chuckles and every other guy swarming around her. He grit his teeth and just gave himself a few more seconds to watch her. Her black hair was curled and fell in a mass of soft waves around her bare shoulders. She wore a silver bangle around one upper arm that Lee thought he recognized as Kara’s and there was a necklace around her throat that Lee didn’t think he’d ever seen before. It had a charm of some kind but from this far away he couldn’t make it out. Well, he’d just have to get closer then, he decided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jessica felt him before she saw him. The faint weightless quality that had become an unsettling companion under her skin as of late sharpened into gorgeous tactile sensation when she realized Lee had arrived.  She looked towards the door and there he was, still a stickler for routine in his uniform dress grey’s but devastatingly handsome nonetheless. She couldn’t breathe for a moment as she watched him moving towards her, his eyes intent and…possessive, she realized with a throbbing surge of excitement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Hey, Apollo. Your gown in the shop?” Kara joked from the lap of Hot Dog. She took another puff from the lieutenant’s cigar and then placed it back in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He narrowed his eyes at her. “Nice to see you too, Lieutenant. I hope you don’t plan on getting too drunk tonight, you have flight duty tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Yeah, so nice of you to pencil me in,” Kara replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“So, looks like you were right about Baltar,” Lee said turning back to Jessica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Why is it I hardly ever seem to be right about anything good?” She asked, screwing up her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Well, Hot Dog and I are gonna go out on floor. Apollo, I suggest you don’t talk the girl to death and let her have some fun, okay?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Hot Dog, step on her feet for me, will you?” Lee called out as the two of them made their way towards the crowded floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He turned back to Jessica, who was still being monopolized by too many men for his liking. “Gentlemen, I think there are a few other ladies you could work your considerable charms on, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He’s jealous, Jessica thought with a gleeful tightening in her belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Jessica was about to tell my fortune,” Chuckles protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I can do that right now, Chuckles. It doesn’t look good,” Lee warned and Jessica had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the glare he was giving the poor man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Oh it felt so good to have Lee be this possessive ass with her! Her feminist self should be insulted but any show of Lee’s real feelings were too flattering for her to be offended. She wanted him just like this, claiming her even if it wasn’t with words. It took all her willpower not to throw her arms around him and kiss him silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jessica sensed that one of the deckhands, Derby, was about to ask her to dance so she quickly jumped ahead before he could. “Captain, shall we?” She motioned towards the dance floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Lee gave a little start of surprise and for a second, his cheeks flushed uncomfortably but he nodded and gave her his arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I was…well. I was gonna get around to…uh…” Lee stammered as he drew her close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I know,” Jessica admitted with a small smile. She took a deep breath and wrapped an arm around his broad shoulders, trying not to shiver at the feel of his fingers on her back.  “Derby was gonna beat you to it though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Oh,” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	She focused on the three buttons on the sash that ran down his uniform. “So the pins make this formalwear, hmm?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Yeah well, like Kara said, my gown was in the shop.” He joked, slightly embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	She ran her hand down the sash, revelling in the hard feel of his chest. “I think you look very handsome,”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Well…” he shrugged, uncomfortable with the compliment. Then he noticed the charm dangling from the thin gold chain against her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Who’s the ‘T’ stand for?” Lee asked, lifting the small charm with his finger, his body tightening as he touched satin soft skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Oh it’s not a ‘t’ it’s a cross. It was my mother’s. It’s supposed to be for good luck or for protection or something,” she replied softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“A cross? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of one as a good luck charm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“It was a part of her faith,” Jessica explained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Lee nodded in understanding and Jessica was silent, running her hands along the fabric of his uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“I don’t think I could handle you in civvies,” she admitted in a low whisper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He gave her a small smile, “I think I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you blush.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Well, give it your best shot, Captain,” she grinned up at him teasingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He thought for a moment but then shook his head. “I’m afraid I’m not very good at it. All that comes to mind is how incredibly beautiful you look right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jessica’s heart tightened in her chest and her face warmed pleasurably. “That certainly works.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“And I know there’s something I should be saying about the color of the dress and your eyes and all that but I’m afraid I can’t really think when you’re looking up at me like that,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Like what?” She asked, a little breathless. His face was so close. She could feel his warm ambrosia scented breath on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Like you’re glad Derby didn’t ask you first,” he replied hoarsely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	“Very glad. I only want to be right where I am. You’re the only one I wanted to dance with.” She didn’t bother to lower her eyes, which she knew were too full of the truth.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 13:42:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Bam Bam Spam</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 14:09:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Question</title>
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  <description>If a relative dies before your wedding, what would you do?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 14:01:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Raspberry Almond Muffins</title>
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  <description>Raspberry Almond Muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original recipe yield: 6 jumbo muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep Time:20 Minutes Cook Time:25 Minutes Ready In:45 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sliced almonds &lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour &lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup white sugar &lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder &lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon baking soda &lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt &lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup warm water &lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons almond extract &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter &lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, beaten &lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups frozen raspberries &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). &lt;br /&gt;Arrange almonds in a single layer on a medium baking sheet, and bake in the preheated oven 5 to 10 minutes, until lightly toasted. &lt;br /&gt;Reduce oven temperature to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Lightly grease a 6 cup jumbo muffin pan. &lt;br /&gt;In a medium bowl, mix flour, sugar, 3/4 cup almonds, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. &lt;br /&gt;In a separate medium bowl, mix water, almond extract, butter, and eggs. Blend into the flour mixture. Fold raspberries into batter. Spoon into the prepared muffin pan. Sprinkle with remaining almonds. &lt;br /&gt;Bake 25 minutes in the 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) oven, until a knife inserted in the center of a muffin comes out clean.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 13:44:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Quote</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 13:32:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Today&apos;s Bam Bam Spam</title>
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