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OPERATION: Hentai Igloo
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Operation: Hentai Igloo opened. Have fun, SkyEye.
WARNINGS: 1x2x1; 3x4x3; Some very light het stuff (scared?);5x?; ‘Rate-it-yourself’ scene written by incompetent author; Wufei torture; igloos;discontinuity; randomness; silliness; Multiple Changes of POV; OOC; Bleg…what’s this?? is it SAP?;Too Long, Too Late, Too Nauseous.
CHALLENGES:

*WU-CHAN POV

Lines:
*"The best way to regain body heat is to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with someone who is already naked."
*"If nothing sticks to TEFLON how do they get TEFLON to stick to the pan?"
*"You need to defrost it first!"(extra points if you're not talking about the frozen food seen in another challenge...)
*"Look at meeeee~eeee! I'm a bird!! I'm a plane!!" (anyone BUT Duo)
*"If wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets"
*"In the battle of the sexes we're all sleeping with the enemy." <--this can be
adapted if so needed >
*"Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical questions?"
* "A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth."
*"You know... with all those extra layers of bright, colourful clothing... you look kind of like a large, disgruntled Care Bear." (extra points if it's Wufei! ^___^)

Objects:
*hersey kiss(es),
*penguins
*nail polish
*banana peel
*jenga set
*a chocolate rooster
* A frozen food object that normally wouldn't be frozen (like a banana or a pop tart or something)
*A French-German-Inuit dictionary
COMMENTS: Fact: IGLOO is International Gay and Lesbians Outdoor Organizations(!)
Part 01 by Shinigami; Part 02 by CyAn; Part 03 by SkyEye; Part 04 author TBA.


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The Hentai Igloo Challenge Part 03

If we keep this pace, we won’t need to worry about Ozies or the cold or rabid penguins. We’ll come up with some fancy way to kill ourselves very soon…or jump at each other’s throats, whichever comes first.
A nice way to keep us busy would be to go smashing some Ozies, of course.
Well, it WOULD be if it wasn’t for this damn blizzard, same reason that keeps me constrained in this tiny icy house with cranky Justice Boy and Mr ‘I’m Perfect, I can’t be Sociable too’Yuy.
I know I said I always wanted to know what it feels like to stay in an Igloo.
Well, now I know it.
And I know what you expect from me.
But I won’t say it.
I WON’T say I’m bored, because that would REALLY be the understatement of the year.


First Rule Of “The Teenager Terrorist’s Survival’s Handbook”:
‘Make sure you can breath.’

‘ It is vital to make at least one airhole in the roof to avoid suffocation.
The igloo will get very warm inside with heat from your body, even if it is cold
and windy outside. Without ventilation, lethal carbon dioxide will build up.
Also, the use of stoves in an enclosed shelter is not recommended due to dangerous build-up of carbon monoxide.’

(Excerpt from "The Complete Wildnerness Training Guide" written by Hugh McManners )

Building our little icy White House, not only had we completely forgotten about the airholes, we had also managed to seal ourselves inside the Igloo placing a block of ice in the entrance!
Thanks to God we DID NOT use stoves…not even a LIGHTER…like SOMEONE had suggested…

Second Rule Of “The Teenager Terrorist’s Survival’s Handbook”:
‘Do Not Piss-Off Your Manic (Homicidal) Asian Comrades’.

Wufei has been mortally crossed with me since I CASUALLY pointed this out (and with Heero, too, for snickering.)
He just won’t admit that I have prolly saved our lives, this time.
From a Very Dishonourable Death By Self-Inflicted Choking.
Even if it was by accident.
Ya see, there is this sorta hole under the ‘sleeping platform’- ‘tis where we sleep!-
It is called ‘cold sink’(1): Heero said that the cold air is supposed to go down there and out by the entrance, while the hot air goes up, and stays inside.
After a few hours we had fallen asleep - as my love could tell you, I sometimes thrash a little in bed – I kinda…kicked Wu-man down there…but hey! was this Lucky! ‘cause he eventually awakened, realized our situation…and we’re still alive to tell about it.
I take it The Maker is not yet bored enuff to need my company…
Wuffie was always ranting about that time we almost died in that damn Ozies’ cell ‘cause they had cut off the oxygen…and picking on me about my ‘dishonourable behaviour’… Payback is only fair: I just HAD to mark my point.
Mental score:
Duo Maxwell 1 – Chang Wufei 0

As a result of our little incident, we have gotten so paranoid that we didn’t content ourselves with just ONE airhole… oh, no~oo …we were so anxious about turning the little ice house into some sort of icy Gruyère, that we actually ended up fighting over the ice ax.


We are now surveying our scarce supplies, trying to put a meal together.
Mmm…here you have one of those Teflon coated pans - ya know the ones that nothing sticks to? –
I’d just be glad to have something to stick to it to begin with, even tho we couldn’t use it anyway since we can’t build a fire here.
My stomach growls.
I’m starving.
Sigh.
‘MAXWELL! KISAMA!!! Where is my banana!!!’
Me and Heero stop for a moment to stare at Wufei.
‘You ask ME?’ I blink innocently.
Me and my partner exchange glances. I snicker, and even Heero is smirking.
“I saw you playing with my bana…with that thing, earlier!”
“In your dreams, Chang…” - my Heero is still smirking.
“Let him dream, koi…If wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets!”
Realization dawning upon him, Wufei has turned an ugly shade of green.
“You dishonourable rabid hentai weaklings, you-”
His ranting is interrupted as he notices something above and behind me. His eyes widen.
“Why is MY BANANA stuck in the ROOF?”
I snicker. ‘Oo…you were talking about THAT…well, I HAD to use it to fill that hole in the roof YOU made just right above my head”
Swearing in Chinese, he proceeds in removing the fruit from the hole. He eyes it incredulously.
“Maxwell!!! Kisama!!! The damn thing is frozen!!! I can’t eat it!”
Then he hurls himself towards me, yelling his warcry. As I utter my last prayer, I hear a loud THUD and see Wufei slipping to the ground, unconscious. As he slides down, I notice Heero standing behind him, gripping the heavy pan with both hands.
He stares blankly at Wufei, then turns quizzically to the pan.
“Duo?”
“Yes, Heero?” I ask, wide-eyed.
"If nothing sticks to TEFLON, how do they get TEFLON to stick to the pan?" (See Note (0) )



“Give me a kiss.”
I close my eyes as Heero methodically unwraps a hershey kiss from its folding paper and puts it between my lips. As I playfully suck at his fingers, Wufei growls.
A gigantic sweatdrop forms at his temple as he tries to ignore us and proceeds in removing his block from under the small stack , carefully placing it on top of the remaining two. He looks at me defiantly, and snarls.
Heero sets to his task with surgical precision. Failure is not even an option:
jenga is no great challenge for ‘Him-who-deactivates-self-detonating-missiles-with- a-minute-to-spare’Yuy.
“Ninmu Kanryou”.
My turn. I take my time, peaking at the small stack from all possible angles, and munching on chocolate. After a few minutes, Heero is giving me the Glare of Love and Wufei is sputtering impatiently. Sighing, I make my moves.
Neat!
I grin. “Wuf-man-”
Wufei eyes me with mistrust. I smile innocently.
He starts to take his block from the stack…
(…for your sake, minor hentainess was edited here…).
I take advantage of the situation to pick the now unfrozen banana he carelessly left within my reach, peel it, and stuff it into my mouth. Wufei feigns indifference, but I can see his eyes widening in anger. As the block held by his shaking hand lands on its top, the whole stack swayes and crumbles noisily.
I dodge as he dashes towards me, cursing in Chinese – I can only make out the words ‘Maxwell!’ and ‘Kisama!!’- but he slips on the discarded banana peel and falls backwards, landing on his ass on the icy floor of the cold sink.
Heero hauls him to his feet.
“ You lost. You go out and check on the weather.”
Wufei glares at me, and heads for the exit, still sputtering.
“Thanks, Hee-chan”
“Don’t wear out your luck, Baka”


The blizzard apparently decided to give us a break.
We took advantage of this to go out on land reconnaissance.
None of us minds the change: the cold is actually less unpleasant than being stuck inside our tiny shelter. We can finally stretch our legs, and Wufei even practiced some katas.
On the endless expanse of white, I spot something. I snatch Wufei’s binoculars to take a better look…


I kneel down beside the battered penguin: a sticky, dark substance covers its thick skin.The smell is unmistakable: petroleum.
/Shit! These things really piss me off! They don’t seem to realize how fragile Earth‘s ecosystem is…poor thing…/
I try to rub it away as best as I can, but it just won’t come off.
Its mate looks at me with its tiny, pointy eyes.
“Sorry, pal. I’m doing my best.”
“…”
“Maybe if I take you back to our shelter we can find a way…”
“…”
“…heh...just can’t wait to see their faces…”

~~*~~

Third Rule Of “The Teenager Terrorist’s Survival’s Handbook”:
‘Never Screw Up’.

Now, this was stupid.
Going off on my own to check on the penguins.
Getting caught in the blizzard on my way back.
It returned just as suddenly as it had ceased. That’s the way it works.
I really screwed up, this time.
I just wanted to help.
/Sorry, pal/.


Cold. Searing cold. Pain.

Until I don’t feel anymore…


‘What are you thinking?’
‘Nothing. Just watching you.’
His beautiful face looming over me, slender fingers toying with my hair, he smiles.
To me.
Most Wonderful Sight.
I lift a hand to graze his lips. He kisses my fingers, his gaze never leaving mine. He puts my hand on his bare chest, right above his heart, and mouths: ‘Arigatou’.
Drowning into his beautiful eyes, I whisper, in a husky voice:
‘I…Heero…there is…more than this…’
He looks at me questioningly, as if uncertain…
His training sure didn’t cover this. I mean, he’s never even seen so much as a porn magazine! Well…my training didn’t cover it either…but living on the streets of L2 you just come to know about certain facts of life.
“More than this?” he asks dazedly… I’m not even sure if he really worded the question.
I smile…not a grin…a secret smile only for him.



I wake up.
My hand wanders over the sheets…searching…
The bed feels desolately cold. Empty. And TOO big. SIGH.
I crack an eye open.
He’s sitting on a stool near the desk, his back to the window, completely engrossed in a book.From time to time he takes a peak at me, obviously thinking I’m not noticing.
His face seems rather…flushed.
He fidgetes and shifts uncomfortably on the stool.
I squint my eyes, trying to see what it is that he’s reading, but I can only make out a red cover with some writings over it.
Suddenly, his eyes grow very wide and a hand reaches for his nose.
That does it. All my sleepiness is gone. I HAVE to know what’s robbing me of his attention.
Curiosity killed the Cat but, hey! I’m Shinigami! so I decide to use my amazing stealth skills to sneak up on him and snatch the book from his hands.
A few seconds later, as I hold it in my deft paws, I realize - what a surprise!- that he was actually so distracted that he didn’t even see me coming.
“Lessee…what are we reading that’s so interesting…”
He tries to win the book back, but I manage to dance away from his grasp.
The paper cover reads…
“A French-German-Inuit dictionary ???”
I burst out laughing. His blush deepens.
This only makes me laugh more.
“Inuit? *choke* That’s Eskimo, right? Are there Inuit in Antarctica? Is it the North Pole? Or…no…it’s the South Pole, right? ‘Here be Penguins’…hehe!”
I point at my shirt, the one I ‘borrowed’ from Quatre: it reads ‘Save the Penguins Foundation’ (there is a pic of a penguin and a smaller writing saying:’You adopted Cliff’- Well, Quatre has ‘adopted’ a whole colony of penguins, actually!)
As I take a peak at the page Heero was reading, I feel a sudden warmth creeping over my face. Inside the unusual but innocent cover, there is some kind of Hentai Sex Manual with…herr…veeery naughty pictures…very EXPLICIT pictures… …specifically…some definitely male ppl involved in…sexual activities actually well beyond what me and my koibito here ever…
My tongue darts out of its own accord to moisten my lips as I flip thru the pages.
“Chapter 1: ‘A hard on doesn’t count as personal growth.’”
(I take it Trowa did read it!)
I look at the bulge in his shorts.
“Hey, Hee-chan…eeeep!”
He pulls me in his lap and glares at me:
‘You said you wanted MORE…’
It’s my turn to blush.
Stuttering, I keep my eyes on my hands: ‘I meant…I meant… I wanted…want to give you more…’

\All of myself.\

I’m drifting away…

Shit!
I can’t die like this!
Not now!
Not …
Heero!


“Maxwell!”
“Duo!”
I push Wufei aside, and proceed to remove the soaked red parka from the shivering boy. I swear under my breath: Duo is curled in a tight ball, making it damn difficult to undress him.
He’s awfully pale in the faint glow of the artificial light, turning an ugly shade of cyan.
Awfully quiet, too.
The only sound coming from his mouth is the chattering of his teeth.
I shake him…a little too violently.
“Duo, I need to take your clothes off.”
A sparkle of recognition in his eyes, he tries to smile. He speaks in a low, husky voice: ”Woo-hoo, Hee-ero, wan-nna p-play? *cough* ’m ‘fraid m-me D-Deaths-scythe ‘s n-nt up fer it, r-right n-now…*cough* You n-need t-to d-defrost it f-first!"
A light sigh of relief escapes me.
“Baka.”
Straightening him, I struggle to peel off layers of snow-soaked garments: parka- gloves – /OGodhishandsareBLUE/ - fleece jacket- pullover- boots - wind pants- undershirt- drawers- wool socks.
As I rub his frostbitten feet with my hands, Wufei taps my shoulder.
“The best way to regain body heat is to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with someone who is already naked."


Barely giving me a look, Yuy wraps Maxwell in the sleeping bag and undresses, quick and efficient, fingers just a little too shaky.
Duo curls into fetal position again, shivering and chattering his teeth.
The Japanese boy , stark naked, kneels next to him, rubbing his hands in circles on his back .
“Duo, I have to untie your hair. We need to dry it.”
Maxwell barely nods.
Yuy sits, gently pulling him up to sit between his legs. The sleeping bag doesn’t do much to cover their flesh, leaving it exposed.
Slender fingers snatch away the hairband that holds the dripping braid together, combing thru the hair, loosening it. A curtain of dark, damp strands falls to cover its owner’s pale face, back and arms.
This is the first time I have seen Maxwell with his hair down.
As Yuy gently rubs his scalp with a towel, he sits still, head hung , shivering and drowsy, and unusually quiet.
The Japanese boy tosses away the towel, and runs his fingers thru the loose locks falling all over them like a blanket. His focused gaze, the way he touches his lover’s hair, turn this simple gesture into something very intimate. Something I shouldn’t be witnessing.
I shift uneasily and avert my eyes. Might as well busy myself tending to the penguin the braided idiot carried. I set to the task, casting occasional glances at my comrades. After a few minutes,Yuy proceeds in checking Maxwell for wounds. At any other time the baka’d be giggling at the barest touch on his skin, but he must be so numbed by the cold now that I doubt he can even feel it.
Taking the frostbitten hands in his own, rubbing them gently, the dark haired pilot lays him down on the sleeping bag, draping his own body over him in a tangle of limbs and long hair.Maxwell snuggles even closer, clinging to him like there’s no tomorrow. I cover them both with the rest of the sleeping bag and a blanket from my own backpack.
Then, feeling a little uncomfortable, I do the only thing I can think of at the moment: crawl in my sleeping bag, right between them and the gap on the cold sink.
After a while, the American is dozing off. Yuy slaps him in the face.
“Duo? You hear me? You have to stay conscious. Talk to me.”- he urges- “Omae o korosu, Duo. Just keep talking.”
“Bbbb…mst…’
“What?”
“Almst…wrth’t frreeezzng mme sssorry ass tto Ddeath tt h-hear th-that…”
Always the clown. I don’t need to look at Yuy to know he is smirking.
A moment of silence.
Rustle.
‘Ouch…wwhhat was th-that ffor?’
“I said keep talking.”
“Bbbt-a-about w-what?”
/Now what? Since when does he need a subject to blabber? /
“It doesn’t matter.Talk to me. Sing. Whatever.”
/I know by his voice Yuy must be rolling his eyes. I am./
“…”
“He-ero?”
“Aa.”
‘You g-got to s-support the c-conversation if you w-want m-me to talk.’
‘Hn’.…’
“…”
“Second Law of Thermodynamics.”
“Eh? Are you g-gonna l-lecture me on Ph-Physics, N-NOW? You b-bet I’ll fall s-sound asleep!”
“Second Law of Thermodynamics is saving your life, Baka”.
“Oh?…I-I t-thought it was you!”
“…Hn. Baka.”
“…”
“The penguin!”
“Be quiet. Wufei tended to it”.
“Wufei?? Weeell…I-I’ll have to t-thank him…d-do you think he’s asleep?”
For some reason, I can’t bring myself to answer.
“I think so. He’s not moving. Eyes closed. ”
“…”
“A-are you mad at me? I-I guess I r-really screwed up”
“…”
“Thank you…”
“…”
“Nee, Heero…d-did you know that penguins choose a mate for life?”
“…”
/Is he delirious?/

*chuckles*
“Do you think Wu-man would kill me if he found out that paint I gave him for those scratches on Nataku was nail polish?”
/NAIL POLISH ?!?/
“Aa.”
/MAXWELL, KISAMA!! You won’t see me com--/
“Do you think he’d wake if you kissed me?”
/You AIN’T gonna start THAT, right?/
~~Chuuuuuuu~~
*sweatdrop*
“Mmmm…so warm…”
“…”

“Sing for me, Duo?”
Duo starts humming softly. I just close my eyes and allow myself to relax.

The humming stops.
Someone sucks in a breath.

“Duo?”
“I can feel my body again…and it hurts like hell” the reply comes in a husky, low voice.
Rustle.
“Does it hurt, here?”
Sucks in another breath.
“You take away the pain.”
Distinct sound of kisses.
* sweatdrop *
Rustle.
“Ah…”
/Was that pain or…?/
“Do you think he’d wake up and kill us if we…”
/You’re NOT gonna………../
“Shht…Duo… have you ever thought of a world without hypothetical questions?”
“I-ummmm…”
*chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu *
“ please… love me…Heero…please…”
/ No, Heero, please don’t! /
*Suckle*
/What was that???/
* Gasp *
“My Duo…my Shinigami…does it hurt?”
There is a…tenderness, in Yuy’s voice, I never heard before.
Like all the coldness, all his defenses are melting down.
He whispers soothingly in Japanese, his voice muffled.
We are so close, I can feel him moving slowly down …
“…ore*pant* no *pant* Shinigami…”
…gasps and ragged breaths fill the air…
/It’s too hot, here /
Suddenly, a bony hand is clutching my arm.
By instinct, I turn. And catch my breath.
Maxwell’s legs are spread indecently, his lover settled in between, face buried in the pale flesh as he trails kisses on the trembling body below, hands caressing his sides, the tender skin inside his thighs. He whimpers and squirms, biting his lower lip not to cry out loud.
Heero claims his mouth, strokes his bangs, looking him in the eyes. ‘Don’t hurt yourself, Baby...’
Then his head disappears right between his lover’s legs…
I hear a suckling sound…
/O Nataku…I know what he’s doing!/
I swallow hard.
/Oooo fuck! I wanna get the fuck outta here!!!/
Maxwell thrusts his hips, falling in pace with his lover’s suction, clutching his hair with his free hand, moaning, faintly calling his name…breath coming faster… faster…
I stiffen.
/I can’t take this anymore!/
I close my eyes. Try to focus on breathing.
In
Out
In

But the hand just won’t let go of me. Its grip on my arm tightens, nails dig in my flesh .

Out
Out
?

…faster,faster, faster….
They’re gasping…moaning...
Blood is trickling down my nose. Chi!
Eventually, the painful grasp releases me.
The air is thick with the smell of sweat…and something else.
I feel an intense pain in my lower abdomen.
Gods and ancestors, help me…
Nataku, help me…

~*~

WuFei.
WUFEI!
WU FEI!!!!

I irritably look up from the book I’m reading.
Thru my glasses, I glare at the annoying onna – my wife, I remind myself- laying on the bed next to me
“Onna! I hear you!” I snap.
“Why don’t you respond, then?” she retorts, challenging as usual.
“Why don’t you address me properly?”
“Properly? What should I call you? –her lips twist in a spiteful smirk, her voice mocking - ‘Airen’(2)?”
I don’t like that tone at ALL.
“Do you know what that means, Wufei?”
She shifts closer, her dark sloe eyes –beautiful eyes, I notice- narrowed, pinning me with the intensity of their gaze.
“I won’t address you by that title until you EARN it!”
With that, taking advantage of my distraction, she swiftly snatches the book from my hands.
“Are you trying to start a fight, Meiran?”
My own voice sounds half irritated, half bewildered to me.
She rolls over me, crushing her soft, yet muscular body against mine.
“Not just a fight…a real battle…” she whispers, as a little smirk paints itself on her lips…lips that now brush my skin…
“… In the battle of sexes, we’re all sleeping with the enemy…fight with me like a man should…”
I swallow.
“Onna…Meiran…stop this shameless behaviour!!” I manage to hiss thru clenched teeth.
But my voice sounds quivering in my own ears.
“I told you…my name is Nataku.”
Her slender fingers pick the glasses from my nose…her face is coming slowly out of focus…before I even know it’s happening, she’s kissing me.
This is no cold, passionless ceremonial kiss.
A world of smell, taste, sensation is taking me over.
“Is this in your books, Wufei?”
I almost forgot to breath.
“Don’t be afraid…I may be Nataku…but I’m just a woman…”
I want to say that I’m not afraid, that she holds no power over me, but the lie just won’t come out.
As her hands caress me gently, I notice I’m shaking.
And then, I know no more…





*Nuzzle, nuzzle…*
*Purrrr…purrrr…*
/What the heck is this noise??/

“Hey, Puss“ - Maxwell’s voice.
/PUSS???/

“Mmmm?”
/YUY= PUSS???/

‘Aww…You’re DAMN GOOD, man! And…I love you.”
*Puuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!*
* chokes*



All is still now.
My own heartbeat, Duo’s light snoring and Heero’s regular breathing…
Seem like all the sounds in the world.
I haven’t been able to sleep at all. Not even after all the squirming and moaning and nonsense was over…I didn’t dare to close my eyes again.
Chikusho!
You should have known better than to team with these shameless idiots, Chang!
Call yourself lucky Maxwell was too battered to do more…
I slip down to the cold sink, heading for the way out: blizzard or non blizzard, I feel like cooling my thoughts. Glancing back , I find out that Heero’s still awake, still watching over his Duo with the most peculiar look on his face.
I shiver as I exit in the big cave outside. I look up, thru the huge crack in its ceiling. The sky is clear, blue.
Something is brushing against my leg.
Hn. Maxwell’s penguin.
Eyeing me curiously, little head tilted to one side.
It apparently shares some of his saviour’s untamable spirit…
Half dead only a few hours ago, and now running around dangling on its little feet, flapping wildly those ridiculous flippers, as if to say:
"Look at meeeee~eeee! I'm a bird!! I'm a plane!!"
Suddenly, all around me is tinged in purple…and green…and blue…
I look up, to meet the same mesmerizing colors in the sky above.
/Aurora Borealis./
I register a startled gasp behind me.
They’re finally emerging from our icy shelter, Maxwell shivering, jumping on his feet and obviously covered with everything and anything he could manage to find, regardless of colour, size and ownership; Heero comes to stand behind him, wrapping him in his arms, gaze directed to the sky above.
I smirk.
"You know... with all those extra layers of bright, colourful clothing... you look kind of like a large, disgruntled Care Bear."
The American sticks his tongue out at me.
His attention is suddenly caught by something else: he pokes Heero and points to it, grinning.
Two penguins are now engaged in a singular chase on the icy floor.



In the meanwhile, Quatre was sitting in the cockpit of his Sandrock, leaning back on Trowa. Remains of a chocolate rooster laid on its flashy envelope in his lap, a thermos placed on the console nearby.
They watched in wonder as the multicoloured lights tinged the sky, basking blissfully in each other’s warmth.




Ninmu Kanryou.

NOTES:
0) I just received this with an e-mail from an Italian friend: ” * Se niente si incolla al Teflon, come si è riusciti ad incollare questo alla padella?”
Guess what it means?
1) Forgive me if the descriptions I give state the obvious, but I found I didn’t really know what an igloo was like on the inside.
2) ‘Airen’ means ‘lover’-or so they tell me.Proper way to address your wife\husband in Chinese.


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COMMENTS: SkyEye apologizes for delay, excessive lenght and nauseous quality of her report.Sadly, this is the most ‘explicit’ thing the author’s ever written so far. (…)SkyE is willing to revise it with your help and critics.Particularly her crappy rendition of the dialogue be4 u-know-what.Provides following link with pictures of Aurora Borealis:

"http://spaceweb.oulu.fi/~jussila/aurora/"

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