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Julie smiled shyly as she handed Gabrielle the envelope. "Happy Birthday," she said. Her pretty, silly face was flushed with excitement. Gabrielle, sitting with sprawled legs at Julie's kitchen table, expelled a long blue breath of cigarette smoke and looked idly down at the offering in Julie's trembling hand. It was a plain business envelope, with 'GABY' written on it in Julie's clumsy handwriting. "Aw honey, you shouldn't have," she said, making no immediate move to take it. It just about ripped Gabrielle's heart out, the way poor little Julie fawned over her. She was actually quite lovely in her own way. That long, brunette hair, and sweet babydoll face, and those little round titties, of course. But such a puppy-dog. Gaby was no stranger to puppy-dogs. Everyone wanted her; she'd made her peace with that ages ago. It wasn't like she herself was all that pretty. When she and Julie went out to bars, it was soft, pretty Julie the men gave their covert, beery glances to. Gaby was knife-lean, and her short, spiky hair seemed to bristle with a barely-repressed energy. Her preferred style of dress was rather masculine, and she always looked angry. Most people assumed she was a dyke, and although she had had her share of female lovers, she really preferred men. Hard, rough, red-necky men who could really challenge her. The women she'd gone to bed with were of the same type: real heavy-ass diesel-dykes, who'd just as soon slap her as fist her. They were nothing like femmy little Julie. And - Gaby really hated to admit this - Julie was sort of clueless. This envelope, for instance, that she was so obviously longing for Gaby to take and coo over. Couldn't she at least have bought a regular birthday card? But this situation wasn't going to just go away by itself. Gaby took the envelope with as much grace as she could muster, smiling dutifully as she tore one end open. It was probably a gift-certificate from some trashy little downtown store she'd never consider actually going into, along with a poorly-phrased note expressing Julie's undying friendship and admiration. But the envelope contained nothing but what looked like a business-card. It fell into Gaby hand and, frowning a little, she held it up to the light to read it. Printed on it, in the same big, loopy hand that had marked the envelope were the words "CONGRATULATIONS YOU ARE MY PRISONER." Gaby stared wordlessly at Julie. The other girl's smile was so earnest that Gaby had to laugh finally. "I beg your pardon?" she asked, trying to keep the haughtiness out of her voice. "Prisoner?" Julie stood up and pointed at her. The expression on her face was halfway between an embarassed grin and a terrified grimace. "You," she said, her voice sounding strangely stilted, as though this little speech had been thought out and practiced endlessly over the last few months. "You're mine tonight." Gaby laughed, long and loud. She stretched her bluejeaned legs lazily outward, her feet in their expensive flats making tiny skreeking noises on Julie's linoleum. "Oh honey," she smiled, pretending to fan herself with the little card. "Now what is this, huh? What are you saying?" Julie seemed hurt. It seemed to rally her a little. "I'm saying I'm taking you prisoner," she said stoutly, pushing her chin out. "Just for tonight." Then her face softened. "You know how I feel about you," she whispered. "I know you laugh at me, at poor little Julie. Well, maybe little Julie's not exactly like what you think she's like. I'm going to prove it to you tonight." Oh God, Gaby thought. This was just too damned heartbreaking. She stood up, shaking her head, and Julie was on her in two seconds, taking her wrists in her hands and squeezing them. "No," she said fiercely. "You're not leaving. You're my prisoner." Gaby looked at her. If Julie weren't such a creampuff, this would almost be scary. Or even sexy. The cold look on Julie's face was almost making her tits hard. When she pushed Gaby backward, forcing her back down into the chair, there was no almost about it. This was much more in line with what Gaby was used to in a lover. Coming from sweet Julie, it was...well, intriguing. A little. "You mean it, don't you?" she asked wonderingly. "Bet your ass I do," Julie said, trying to growl, but only squeaking. Gaby smiled and relaxed in the chair. "Okay, babe," she said. "Let's see what you've got." END
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