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  <title>A force to reckon with...</title>
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  <updated>2007-05-06T06:52:43Z</updated>
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    <title>Big Problem</title>
    <published>2007-05-03T11:55:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-06T06:52:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Big Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;b&gt;crazyjolie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: Mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;: I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Note:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;  This is my first, please don't kill me... And very much thanks to &lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;b class="gmail_sendername"&gt;Giwu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_sendername"&gt;for taking the time to beta this. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara was preparing dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SARA!” yelled Grissom urgently from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;She jumped.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The concern she felt was evident when she hesitatingly&lt;br /&gt;replied, “Grissom?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have a BIG problem.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He was walking towards her just wearing his&lt;br /&gt;blue-striped boxers. “I need your help,”he said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His face was a mask&lt;br /&gt;of complete seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, what’s wrong?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed her quickly, assaulting her neck with his tongue before&lt;br /&gt;moving to her collarbone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before she could process what was&lt;br /&gt;happening she was standing in their bedroom…completely naked and&lt;br /&gt;stroking Grissom’s “big problem”.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This problem would be a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;to fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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