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[hugh_jackman]

I'm on my way to the secret hide-a-way that naomiwatts and I share, prepared with my Astroglide, varied and sundry sex toys and and a strap-on harness for Naomi to wear. She's quite fond of buggering me up the arse whilst wearing chaps and screaming 'Yeehaw, git along li'l doggie

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[torrie_wilson]

I'm sure you've figured out by now that I'm being flip.

mmhmm. I know you are. Lucky I love you so much. Too sick to even sit up without help. Like--yours.

[hugh_jackman]

You. Bed. Now please. Or I could just hoist you over my shoulder and put you there. What a splendid idea, that. I didn't bring Oscar's koala all this ways for you to not lay in bed and cuddle him. Or me, for that matter.

[torrie_wilson]

Was all the cuddling of you and the bear enough to make Ohio not boring?

[hugh_jackman]

Of me especially. I'm also glad I paid up an extra night so that I don't have to have you on an airplane with a stuffy head. Not that you're not the lovliest woman on the planet...but you look and sound like hell, Torrie. I'm afraid that we'll have to stay here and I'll have to nurse you until you're well enough to travel and oh, look. A whirlpool tub in our suite. How convienent.

[torrie_wilson]

I'll be OK to fly, Hugh. Well...sort of.

I think that tub has my name written all over it. How can I be sore from doing almost nothing last night?

You really do spoil me.

[hugh_jackman]

You're sore because you tosses and turned all through the night, you're running a fever and you're run down. There will be no planes today, Miss Wilson. The tub, however, is being drawn. I'll expect you to join me in it shortly.

Nonsense. I do hardly anything at all.

[torrie_wilson]

You do more than you can imagine, sweetheart.