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Megan felt bored. She took a sip from her orange juice and surveyed the room. Her mother had more or less dragged her along to this party. She had been so keen on Megan's presence that she hadn't dared to object to the dress that Megan had chosen for the occasion. But even so, Megan had regretted her decision to join her parents the moment they had arrived. Their hosts had been nice enough, the greeting had been warm, in spite of the fact that the Bennetts were newly arrived in the neighborhood and thus didn't really know anyone, including the couple who were hosting the annual New Year's party. Moving was the norm in her life now. This new neighborhood was the fifth time her parents had moved since she was in junior high. Her father's job paid a lot of money but also required him to be able to move to another state at the drop of a hat. Which meant that Megan was uprooted each time and had to go to a new school and make new friends almost every year. She was counting the days until she was off to college and could at least make a real social circle which would last for more than one year. She was now a junior in high school and would thus have to wait another year and then some for that wish to become true.

The people at the party were a mix of the kind of individuals who tended to live on a well-off cul-de-sac. There were young wealthy couples, middle-aged couples who had kids of their own who were in the same age category of Megan, or younger and then a handful of retirees. She had gone around the room shaking hands, dutifully following her parents' example, though she hadn't even tried to remember any of the names for later on. The only person who had left something of an impression was the man of the house. He was a handsome man for his age and there had been a twinkle in his eyes when they had been introduced to each other. Now though, he was busy helping out his wife. The lady of the house seemed overwhelmed by the combination of her house guests and the care for her child, a one-year old who rarely left her arm. Thankfully for her, the caterer had provided the wait staff, so the guests were never without drinks or appetizers.

Megan had found some pictures in the corner of the room and she was quietly studying them. Most of them were of the couple together. About half of them were from when the baby had already been born, the other half from before then. The hostess looked different in the pictures prior to the baby's birth. She was a bit thinner and she looked otherwise better kept. Not that she was haggard-looking now, but she had definitely lost some of her youthful shine post-pregnancy. But most of her attention went to the pictures of the man of the house. Not all of them were with his wife. Some of them were of him as a younger man. Based on the backgrounds in the photographs, the host was a well-traveled man. She glanced around the room suddenly, wondering where he could be.

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Richard Nailor was not a faithful man. He had met his current wife while still married to his first. He had had sex with her several times before filing for divorce with his wife---deciding to leave her for his mistress. Their sex life had been healthy even after they got married a few years ago. However, that had all changed when the baby had come along. Richard now found that he was second fiddle in every aspect and she still had not lost all that extra babyweight. Sex, when it happened, was quick and vanilla, and he was lucky to get off more than once a month. His wandering eye had returned since then and tonight of all nights it had settled on Megan.

She was cute, and young---he judged she was in college---and the dress she was wearing, well, it was very distracting. He noticed her in the corner of the room, looking over some family portraits---of course none of them included his first wife---and he couldn't help but smile at that. He also took a long time studying her ass, the low cut of her dress exposing a lot of her back as well. He felt desire stir for her, aided by the glass of whiskey he was drinking. He moved towards her, approaching her from behind. He extended his hand, lightly touching her between the shoulders before sliding his hand down to the edge of the cut.

"Its Megan, right?" He said, the touch designed not to startle her. He let his hand linger as she turned to look at him. He let his hand drop, letting it brush over her rear. "Like what you see?" He said, slightly delaying his next words. "That one is from a trip to Paris."

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Megan was startled by the sudden touch which came shortly after she had returned her attention to the photographs. She felt some fingers tickle her between the shoulders and then slide down her back. As she turned to face whoever had demanded her attention, she felt the same fingers slide across her ass. She was surprised, but pleasantly so, to find that it was her host Richard who had joined her. "Oh... Yes. I hope you don't mind me looking at these? It seems like you got a lot of traveling done. Though most of the ones abroad seem to be with just you in the picture?" She left the thought unsaid, which was that he had evidently not done as much traveling after his marriage as he had done before.

Megan suddenly considered that his presence as well as the hand which had briefly traveled across her read end wasn't in the least bit unpleasant. He was an older man, not as old as her father, but not that much younger either. But he had the kind of looks that made him appear more distinguished and attractive as he grew older. The torso that was visible underneath his white shirt was obviously in good shape. "You have a lovely baby, though I'm guessing the little one takes up a lot of your time, as well as that of your wife?" Megan was reminded of the difference in the pictures before and after the baby was born. She briefly spotted her parents from across the room, her mother gave her an approving smile as she spotted Megan chatting with their host. She could almost hear her mother's voice in her head, 'learn to make a good first impression, Megan.' She turned her attention back to Richard. "So, do you enjoy living here? We've only just arrived, so we don't really know anyone all that well."

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Richard smiled as she turned to face him, letting his eyes drop to her perky, young breasts before back to her pretty face. He was wearing a suit, of course---it was New Years Eve and he had to look good. He also had a bowtie on as well, making him look sharp and more than like he was just going to work or something. "Yes, I was lucky to have not only the money but the time to do some traveling before the working life sucked me in for good." He says with a chuckle, turning to look at some of the photos that were on display. At the mention of his wife, his face tensed up a little.

"You have no idea." He said, adding a chuckle before taking a sip from his glass. "I may have waited longer if I knew how much of a cock-blocker a baby was, and how little sleep it affords you! Take it from me, wait as long as you can before having a baby. But don't tell my wife that!" He nudged her playfully but didn't step away after doing so, pressing his presence closer to her, letting her know that he liked being close to her body, that he was interested in her.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I do. Good weather, nice location, everything you need within a 10 minute circle. I've lived in worse places. It seems like a good place to raise a family and meet new people." He continued, glancing around the room. Loud music helped drown out the details of conversations and the alcohol was flowing freely. "What about you? Liking living her so far?"

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Megan shrugged at his question. She had briefly seen something in his eyes when he addressed the baby and the work it required. Was it regret? She answered his inquiry. "I don't really have an idea yet. We only arrived last week. We still haven't unpacked all of the boxes. Though my father moves around so often that we almost never have enough time to unpack them all." She turned back towards the pictures. "These are all great. Do you have any more to show me? Or anything else interesting? Just between you and me, these kind of parties aren't really my thing." She flashed him a smile at the last sentence. She hadn't missed the fact that he had peered briefly at her braless chest before settling back on her face. Of course, he was just a man so she was expecting as much.

On a whim, she extended her arm. He had been familiar enough with her to touch her, so she guessed he would not mind the same from her. She grabbed his biceps and squeezed. "My, it seems like you are in good shape. So I guess the baby at least hasn't completely deprived you of enough time to work out?" She considered the possibility that this was part of his resentment at the new child. The fact that his wife had failed to get in shape again after the pregnancy and birth had made her lose her former physique. The thought appealed to Megan's more mischievous nature. She leaned in closer to Richard and whispered in his ear. "You know, just in case you are wondering, and I'm guessing that you were, I'm not wearing any underwear underneath this dress." She leaned backward again after sharing that nugget of information and exchanged a conspiratorial glance with Richard.

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Richard chuckled at her comment. "That's too bad. I do, have more pictures... and they're actual pictures. You know, ancient me, I used to have a camera back when they were all film and not digital." He half joked. "And I don't blame you either... New Years is the worst. It seems so arbitrary and fake. It feels no different then any other day, just an excuse to drink more and stay up late... like we needed any more reason to do any of that." He chuckled.

Her touch to his arm was surprising. "Working out is about the only way to get away from the wife and the baby these days. Don't tell her that!" He responded, enjoying the feel of her hand on his arm. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, however, when she leaned in and whispered into his ear. He quickly brought his whiskey glass to his lips and finished the glass before setting it down on the table. "Why don't I show you some pictures in my office then?" He suggested, slipping his hand to the small of her back before leading her quietly from the room, unnoticed.

He led her down a dark hallway---they had turned the lights off in the parts of the house they didn't want people exploring---and he slid his hand down to her ass once he was sure they were in the clear. "I am guessing you aren't wearing a bra either." He whispered into her ear before opening the door to his office. He pushed her inside then up against the wall, his hands sliding up and down her sides before sliding one to the back of her neck as he leaned in to kiss the young girl.

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Megan's words had not missed their effect. She had teased Richard with the intention of getting some sort of reaction out of him, but it was immediate. Within seconds of her whispering the words into his ears, he had downed his drink of scotch and started ushering her out of the living room. She briefly glanced across at where her parents were standing and noticed that they were in an animated discussion with a group of people she didn't recognize, thus they did not see that their daughter was briefly leaving the main party with the host. She felt his hand in the small of her back guide her towards a darkened corridor.

Once they were far enough down the corridor to be sure to be out of view and earshot of the group of people gathered in the living room, she perked up when she felt his hand return to her ass. Clearly he wasn't about to waste any time! She had recognized something in his gaze when he had greeted her at the door and his behavior now was confirming her suspicions. Another young woman her age, perhaps most of them, would have been shocked by his behavior. A married man, who had only recently had a baby with his wife, taking such liberties with a teenage girl. But to Megan it was all just very exciting. She did not get the chance to answer his question about the bra, though obviously the inquiry must have been rhetorical. She was immediately pushed up against the wall once they had entered the office. His mouth was on her lips and she was not shy in kissing him back. Her hands went over his torso as they made out, whilst she pushed her body closer up against his. There was something exciting about this situation.

Everything about it turned her on. The fact that he was older than her. The fact that her parents would certainly disapprove of her behavior. The fact that he was cheating on his wife with her, the mother of his child. The fact that said wife was merely four dozen feet away in the living room, separated from them only by a few thin interior walls. The fact that she obviously aroused this mature older man. On that note, she could check his arousal firsthand as her hands had slipped down his torso all the way to his crotch area by that point.

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Richard leaned against her even as her body responded. She kissed him right back. Clearly she had been serious about the signals she had been sending him. He felt her hands on his toned body. She was also certainly not shy, taking it into her own hands to slide hers down to his groin. He moaned against her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands also started to migrate.

Both of them slid her perky breasts, squeezing them through the thin material that covered them. There was certainly not hint of a bra. He pinched at her nipples and massaged her mounds. Then he slid his hands down to her hips, pulling the hem of her stretchy dress up over her waist. She wasn't lying about not wearing any panties either. One hand quickly slid up the insides of her legs to find her tight pussy. Of course, he thought he was dealing with at least a college aged girl---not the teen he was touching instead.

He stroked his fingers over her folders, rubbing her little clit as his hand migrated up to her breast to continue playing with them. "You're a bad, bad girl." He moaned, feeling his cock rising to the occasion. He wondered if she would appreciate its size and length like many girls had when first encountering it.

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The boring New Year's party in the new neighborhood had taken a very interesting turn for Megan. The host of the party was feeling her body up and she was responding in kind. She pushed her chest further into his hands as they had found her breasts. She yelped a bit when he tugged on her nipples through the fabric of her dress. After he had hiked the hem of her dress up to get access to her pussy, she had eagerly parted her legs far enough to give him easy entree. She rubbed her lower body further into his exploring hands.

Her own hands had gone from merely rubbing his cock through the fabric of his trousers to undoing the button and zipper and pulling out a rather impressively sized cock. He was already quite hard as she rubbed it gently. He was quite a bit bigger than any of the boys she had hooked up with. "Oh my, you are a big one." Her other hand slipped down to his balls, which were scaled to size to match his cock. She rubbed his balls whilst her other hand ran up and down the length of his shaft. On a whim, she wriggled free from his grasp, but not in an attempt to escape.

She was the one to push him up against the wall now, before she got to her knees and proceeded to lick his large cock. She started with small, tentative licks of his shaft, which turned into ever broader and longer laps. She ended with licking him from the base to the tip repeatedly. When his cock was covered in a thin layer of her saliva, she brought her mouth to his knobhead and engulfed it. She took a couple of inches of his length down into her maw and looked up at him.

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Richard wasn't sure where he wanted to take things. He hadn't planned on cheating on his wife, but things had just kind of fallen into place. Of course, he had said the same thing about when he had cheated on his first wife. So the point was probably moot. He certainly hadn't expected the girl to be not wearing any panties, which was almost begging him to fuck her up against the wall and skip the foreplay. For a moment, he thought she might have had the same thoughts as her hand went from rubbing him to freeing his engorged member from his pants. She even massaged his balls, before flipping their positions.

He found himself with his back pressed against the wall, his hips pressing his cock forward as she got to her knees and started to lick it. He moaned softly before glancing at the door, making sure they were truly alone. He slid his hand through her hair and rested it against the back of her head as she shifted from licking his thick, long shaft to sucking on his mushroomed head. He was glad she was not threatened by his size and, in contrast, seemed very eager to please him. Her eyes met his and he smiled down at the girl. "Mhm, that's it." He murmured encouragement. "Suck my cock, you naughty little girl."

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Megan wasn't truly surprised at the man's eagerness at encouraging her oral ministrations. Certainly she had no intention of letting up, even though what they were doing was so wrong. She was not bothered by the man's infidelity, to her it was not her problem. She was just enjoying the fruits of his straying from his wife, it was his choice to indulge in her company. She took his big cock deeper into her mouth on each passage, soon moving beyond the threshold of what she had done experience wise. She had of course taken boys all the way down into her throat, but none of them were quite this large. It took her some effort to force his knobhead down her gullet, but soon the office space was filled with the familiar wet sounds of her throat servicing a thick knobhead.

Her hands had shifted to the side of his legs for support as she eagerly sucked his cock. His rod throbbed violently up against her teasing tongue. She would be in so much trouble if her parents found out what she was doing. Her mother especially was very much keen on keeping up a respectable front. Her daughter sucking cock at a neighborhood party, the cock of the host of the party no less, would scandalize her. Her father would merely be disappointed in her, but he might take a baseball bat to Richard's face for fucking his underage daughter.

On that note, Megan wondered if Richard knew she was a minor and if that knowledge bothered him or not. They hadn't really discussed her age and she knew she looked older than she was in her dress. The fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear would have probably also made him guess she was slightly more mature than her 17 years of age. Though Richard did not strike her as the kind of man who would shock easily. No doubt any revelation of her real age would only further arouse him. He was the kind of man who cheated on his wife when she was in the house with him, after all.

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Richard, of course, thought he was fooling around with a college girl, probably 20 at the youngest. He had no idea that his cock was currently being swallowed by a 17 year old girl, a girl who still lived with her parents and was going to the local HS, not the local College. Since he had never thought about being with a minor, let alone cheating on his wife with one, he had no idea how shocked he would be at discovering her real age. At the present time, he was far more concerned with the way she was sucking his cock.

He leaned against the wall and gripped her hair as she started to deep throat him, taking his full length down. His wife still gagged and chocked the rare time she still blew him---when she had been his mistress, it had been a different story and she had seemed to take joy in the struggle of downing his cock. He moaned his pleasure, adding to the wet sounds of the blowjob he was getting from the teen.

"Mhm, fuck... keep doing that and you'll make me cum..." He moaned softly, closing his eyes to fully enjoy the sensations of her mouth and throat around the full length of his cock.

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If Megan hadn't been managing a mouthful of cock at that very moment, she might have smiled at Richard's words. If he believed that would cause her to relent on her oral assault, he had another thing coming. The young woman attacked his cock with renewed enthusiasm. She circled her face as she slammed it repeatedly into his crotch. Even though his cock was rather big, she managed to fit all but a fraction of an inch into her maw. Thus her lips came as close to touching his balls without actually managing it. The tight constraints of her mouth and throat massage his thick shaft on each passage.

Her grasp on his legs with her hands was firm. She slowly snaked her hands around to his buttocks and pulled her head even more firmly into his cock. The lewd, wet sounds persisted in the office. Eventually she felt his buttocks tense up underneath her touch and a moment later, she felt his seed spew forth inside of her gullet. It took her a bit by surprise, but she still managed to keep her mouth on his rod. Most of his load went straight down her throat. As she allowed his cock to slip back up into her mouth, the remainder of it ended up on her tongue. She let her lips slip off his length with a playful pop and teased him by giving him a view of the residual cum on her tongue before swallowing that too. "Mmm, tasty." She scooped up a tiny speck which had landed on her lips when his cock slipped out and brought it to her mouth too. "Every last drop. Thanks for feeding me." She gave him a saucy wink and rose to her feet. "Perhaps we should return to the party? My parents will be wondering where I disappeared off to."

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Richard moaned with pleasure as she attacked his cock with her mouth with renewed vigor. It had certainly been far too long since he had enjoyed the pleasures of a woman and some midnight head on New Years Eve was just what he needed. The girl was cute and more then eager to please him and she wasn't all that bad at sucking cock either. Hell, she was swallowing his entire length now and it felt amazing! It wasn't much longer before he came.

His cock swelled and pulsated inside of her mouth, filling it with spurt after spurt of cum. She swallowed every last drop before removing her mouth from his cock and he panted, catching his breath a few moments later. He waited for her to step away from him before tucking himself back into his pants. He looked down and straightened his clothes before smiling at her comments. "I am glad I could satisfy your... hunger." He responds, stepping away from the wall, reaching out to grab her perk ass.

"Perhaps another time I can repay the favor... but yes, you go now and I will come in a few minutes, so as not to raise suspicions..."

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Megan moaned as his hands found her ass after she had finished servicing his cock. He seemed to see the sense in her words because he agreed to them. She nodded when he told her she should go back to the party first. She gave him a parting smile and then exited his office, entering the main living area again. The people were still cheerful, drinking and chatting away. Megan desperately wanted to sample the champagne but she knew that her mother would not approve, so she sipped from another orange juice. The salty taste of Richard's cum lingered on her tongue for a second after she had taken the first sip. She briefly wondered if people could actually tell that she had only recently sucked a rather large cock, but she had checked her make-up prior to exiting the office and when she checked her reflection again, she saw that she looked perfectly normal, apart from a slightly feverish twinkle in her eyes.

A few minutes later, she noticed that Richard was back at the party as well. He was playing the role of the perfect host and doting husband. No one would ever suspect that he had been receiving a blowjob from another woman just minutes earlier. She observed the scene with some amusement. The party went on without her talking to Richard again, at least not until she and her parents left. She made a show of shaking Richard's and his wife's hand with enthusiasm. "Mr. and Mrs. Nailor, this was a lovely party. Thank you for hosting us, it has been a great way of meeting people in the neighborhood." Megan's mother seemed very pleased and surprised at her daughter's enthusiasm and politeness. Only Richard would understand the meaning of the short moment her gaze lingered on Richard and the way her eyes twinkled with mischief. After that, they were off and she soon got bored of listening to her parents talk about the other couples they had met at the party. She excused herself after getting back home and went straight to bed so she could masturbate whilst thinking of Richard.

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Richard straightened himself out before returning to the party, acting as if he had just gone to use the restroom. He steered clear of Megan, though did caste his gaze in her direction a few times. He gave his wife the customary New Years Kiss on the lips but secretly wished it had been the girl that had just blown him in his office. It had been a while since he had brought the New Year in with a bang... hopefully he would get such an opportunity when she next came home from college... most likely spring break in a few months he reasoned, still unaware that she was still in high school.

"My pleasure." Richard responded at the end of the night, or the early hours of the morning depending on your view. He smiled at her hidden meaning. "And our pleasure to meet such a wonderful, lovely family." He smiled at them and stares at Megan's ass as they moved off. He spent a little time cleaning up before heading to bed, but not before taking a shower himself.

Two weeks later, both Richard and his wife were out so his wife had hired a babysitter. Richard had gone straight from work to whatever affair his wife had been forced to bring him too, so he was quite shocked when, upon returning later that night from the affair, he stepped into his house and saw Megan standing there. "Oh, honey, you remember Megan from the New Years party? Well, she's going to the local High School and her mother said she was a great babysitter so I hope you don't mind if we use her in the future?"


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Boring? Did the wanna-be Miss Overwatch just call her boring? Amelie could only scoff at that, and roll her eyes. Promptly looking away from Fareeha, she turned her attention back to her novel, opening it to the book mark and picking up where she had left off. As uncaring as she seemed, though, the comment had her beginning to seethe under the surface. Who was Fareeha to judge her as boring? Not everyone wanted a life of adventure and heroics. Time for the finer aspects of life, aside from perfectly placed headshots from impossible angles and distances, needed to be taken more often. The Egyptian wouldn't be nearly so tense if she spent more time looking after herself than trying to fill the shoes of some washed-up, geriatric hasbeen.

"If any baboons walk up, you are on your own," the sniper sniffed, not even glancing at Fareeha as the woman tried to joke with her. Or, it better be a joke. "You are the hero. Or are you saying you need little old me to protect you from the big bad primates?" There was an equal mix of teasing and condescension there, mixed perfectly in a sultry French accent.

She still refused to look at Fareeha. Until parasailing came up. "Pardon, excusez-moi?" she asked, arching a brow again. "Now, why would I do such a thing? You clearly need practice on asking a woman on a date, mon petit." The tease was clear in her voice, and she was certain that this was a joke. Fareeha wasn't serious about following her all of the vacation, was she? Well, she was sure she could get the woman to recant easily enough. "Hm. The proper way would have been to ask if I was in need of an escort tonight, for a high class dinner. Jewelry, dresses, champagne..." she sighed out, and looked back to her book. "Though I am sure you would not be caught dead in a dress. No matter how nicely you may fill one..."

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"No, I don't need you, and don't be so hard on yourself you aren't that old." Fareeha sniped back. She was letting the assassin's taunts get under her skin, although she tried not to show it. Her head was still leaned back and she took another deep sip of her drink, but she uncrossed her legs and crossed them away from Widow now, almost pouty in her mannerisms. She huffed a little as Amelie accused her of asking the woman out on a date.

"I did not bring any dresses." She said, "Well not any fit for high class dining." The few she had packed were light summery things, more for wearing over a swimsuit to the beach than actually wearing anywhere in particular. She'd meant to spend most of her vacation doing bikini-approved activities after all "So I'm afraid a high class dinner is off, unless you want me to stretch out one of your dresses and then wear sandals with it." She laughed a little at the thought of how horrified that would make anyone with style.

She grinned, enjoying tormenting Amelie with the idea of low class buffonery. "How about we go see a movie about animated monsters and then have some pizza instead?" She took a sip of her drink so that the laughter was at least mildly stifled.

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Amelie just grinned slightly when Fareeha sniped back at her. So the good girl did have some fangs... it was a bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one. She was sure she only had a year on the Amari. But such were the wonders of the cyro-experiments Talon had done on her. With a heartbeat slowed to inhuman levels, the cause for her blue-tinged skin, her metabolism was quite slowed. It was not an anti-aging method she would recommend to many people, or anyone truthfully, but it had its benefits. Shaking the thoughts aside, she chuckled softly at the way Fareeha turned away from her, her body language screaming that she was pouting. Poor little one...

"No? I am quite surprised..." she grinned when Fareeha admitted she hadn't brought anything for high class dining. It was not a surprise at all, and her taunt about it was clear in her voice. So she waved a hand dismissively when the woman tried to call their soon-to-be dinner date off. Even if it was glaringly obvious the woman needed quite a guiding hand for how style herself. "Hmm, no, as tempting as seeing you in my dresses would be... they are quite too expensive to have you rip out of like some angry... child's character." When Fareeha tried to torment her with the idea of a horrifically plebian night instead, her eyes narrowed. Setting down her wine, she closed her book again, and looked the security agent over.

"I would sooner take you shopping, than debase myself to such a level." she scoffed, almost sounding offended. "In fact... I believe I may do just that... you have no choice, after all, if you intend to follow me everywhere. Keep an eye on me..." A devilish grin crossed her lips, as she realized what Fareeha's commitment to ensuring she was up to nothing evil meant she could do. Or, specifically, make Fareeha do. And it wasn't as though she was hurting for money. Regardless of the funds Widowmaker had access to, Amelie had been quite well off herself, from her ballet career, and Gerard's own finances. The idea that she might actually have a date, though... it had been a while. And it was almost enough to make her heartbeat pick up, from the thought.

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Fareeha smirked at the thought of Widowmaker morphing into Fareeha, ripping her dress as she grew a few inches, gained a lot of muscle, and turned a new color. She liked the fact that she was the hulk in this scenario. The thought of ripping up the purple woman's dress in other scenarios though... was oddly appealing.

Fareeha tilted her head to the side and gazed at Amelie again, in a new light. She'd never seriously considered being with a woman before. Not only would her mother lose her mind, but growing up in more conservative country and industry had always dissuaded it. Plus, she'd been shutting out her urges to be with anyone at all that she'd never really let herself stop and think about it. In her mind she'd thought she might meet a sweet and sensitive and toned young man who could distract her for a few days. But even scanning the crowd here she had realized that sort wasn't going to be here, at least not already taken several times over.

Her eye lingered back to Widowmaker. She really was a gorgeous woman. Fareeha admired how she maintained such a feminine persona and lifestyle despite being in the thick of a, as she put it, very male dominated industry. The classic femme fatale. Nobody would ever call Fareeha that. If anything she was one of the boys, always ready to get rough and more proud of her scars than her makeup. She sighed and wondered if she was pushing aside multiple parts of herself, her femininity, her interest in woman, her willingness to make friends and perhaps more with enemies? She took a deep gulp of her drink. "Well. If you insist." She said, trying to sound stoic and uninterested. "I suppose the alternative is to handcuff you and..." she made a show of frisking her athletic body. "I didn't have the space for that in this swimsuit." She shrugged and took another sip, surprised to find her drink was gone, she reached for her wine again.

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What was Fareeha smirking about? It gave Amelie a brief pause, eyes narrowing slightly. The one drawback to playing the game as she did was that she always had to suspect that someone else was playing as well. Even if she was certain she had them in the dark and unaware. While Fareeha was hardly the type to inspire thoughts of enjoying subterfuge and trickery, that could also be the perfect, disarming cover for her own moves on the chessboard, so to speak. Ana Amari had been good at the game---very good, surprisingly, even if she used her powers for good. It shouldn't be a surprise if her daughter was as well.

Amelie couldn't miss the way Fareeha's eyes lingered on her, before she took a deep gulp of her drink. If nothing else, it certainly did seem as though there was something about the Egyptian that she was underestimating. Something that shifted the focus of the game... it would be interesting to find out what.

"Mmm... oui, mon petit, I do insist..." she hummed out, tone just shy of being a seductive purr, as she reached for her wine glass. Slender, hued fingers would brush along Fareeha's---one of them had reached for the wrong glass. The sniper refused to look and see who was at fault, though, and plucked the step of the glass away from Fareeha, clicking her tongue gently, as her eyes enjoyed the way the woman showed off her very fit, very athletic body. "*Tsk tsk*... trying to take what is mine?" she teased. "You will help me finish the bottle, and then... we shall go shopping. I suspect I will need all the time I can get with you..." Then, leaning over the small table between them, voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper, she flashing Fareeha a taunting grin, her free hand landing on Fareeha's forearm---her skin cool to the touch, and Fareeha's warmth seeping right into her. "And do not worry... I never forget to have a pair somewhere... accessible..." Winking, she would let the tease about handcuffs linger, before shifting back onto her chair and enjoying a long drink of the wine.

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"Bu---" Fareeha stammered, glancing down. That was her glass! Well, no, actually they were both the other woman's technically. But she'd been offered this one? Or had she just taken it. It was all blurring together. Still, she understood it was a show of dominance and, quite honestly, she didn't mind. She swallowed and glanced down as those cold fingers brushed against her warm, dark skin. It was like the moon touching the sun. Cold and strange but also it felt right, like they belonged there. What would it take to warm her up, Fareeha wondered?

"Well," she said, submitting by not grabbing her glass back and reaching for Widow's empty one instead, which she poured a bit more into. "It certainly beats the perks guarding prisoners for Helix." She said, thinking of the MREs and plastic chairs and cots the guards at the jails got, barely better than what the prisoners stayed in. "And I suppose if I'm putting in the hours I deserve the right uniform." She smiled.

A little part of her inside had butterflies at the notion of trying on dresses with Amelie. Her taste was so impeccable, so beautiful. Could Fareeha ever look so graceful and elegant? Or was she just too tall and muscular? Or was this all a teasing trap and would Amelie just laugh at how bad she looked in everything? Her heart fell a little at the thought. She would have to be on guard for that. Despite what it felt like, it could all just be a setup. But she was enjoy it so much. She glanced up at Widow, a genuinely friendly smile as she did, then glanced away quickly hoping it wasn't seen. "Well, I'll have to frisk you and find them later." She promised.

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Amelie hummed, surprisingly pleased, when Fareeha didn't press the issue of the glass. It spared her a small bit of embarrassment at being called out for grabbing the wrong glass. But it was almost shocking how quick the woman had given in. She would have thought the big, strong hero that worked for Helix Security International would put up more resistance against a notorious Talon assassin. They were mortal enemies, after all. In fact, it was her "partner" Reaper that had dealt Helix one of its most embarrassing and recent blows, by breaking into one of their ultra-maximum security prisons, and freeing who was perhaps the world's most despised war criminal. Not that it had helped the company any that Reaper had been one of the ones that used to oversee the prison, when it was built by Overwatch, and new how to override all the old systems. And the ones he couldn't override, Sombra could...

"Hm... I would hope you, at least, would know how to not lose those you watch..." she taunted, a jab about Doomfist being free, and a play on the fact she claimed to be watching her all during the vacation. "But it is settled. Now, what should I put you in..." A critical eye turned over Fareeha, using it as an excuse to take in her very beautiful body, as well as mentally dress and undress her. The physique did make it difficult. But the fact the soldier had eschewed the traditional form of feminine beauty. It would be a challenge, but, a pleasant one. But the friendly smile did no go missed. The sniper simply pretended not to notice.

"Is that so? My, my... someone is being rather forward..." she teased, before finishing her wine. The bottle had been emptied when Fareeha filled her glass. All they needed now was for her to finish, and they could leave. "Drink up, belle... I am waiting..."

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"Oh now you are in a hurry. Well fine." Fareeha grabbed the bottle directly and chugged what remained in it. It wasn't much, but she felt like being uncivilized on purpose just to annoy her companion. That being done she stood up and walked to stand in front of Widowmaker. Without asking permission, she took a hold of the woman's hands and tugged, hard. Assuming she didn't resist too much, her lighter, dancer's body would be pulled into the air and directly into Fareeha's arms, where a lighting quick run of the hands over every inch of her curves would quickly confirm that indeed there were no weapons on her person, and leave her bikini top a little off balance.

Fareeha and Amelie would be left standing less than an inch apart, with the Egyptian woman's hands on the Frenchwoman's hips, firmly pressed there. Fareeha's greater height would be canceled out by Widowmaker's tendency to wear heels wherever she went, and they would be looking directly into each other's eyes from very close. Fareeha marveled that up close she smelled wonderful. She didn't know perfume well enough to know what it was, but she was sure it was very French and very expensive. Her mother would hate it, but Fareeha found it a bit intoxicating. Or maybe that was all the booze she'd just consumed? Either way.

"Well you don't have any with you at the moment." Fareeha said with a smile, knowing how thorough her quick frisking had been. "And for the record." She smirked, a superior, smug little smile tugging at one corner of her mouth. "Your large friend never tried to escape when I was there." She moved in closer, erasing the minute difference between them. "I would have dropped a rocket on him." She gave the woman an aggressive look that was a bit vague as to whether she was about to kiss or bite her.

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Amelie recoiled, frowning at the sudden uncultured and uncouth display as Fareeha grabbed the wine bottle and chugged the rest of it. The French woman slid away from the Egyptian, as if the act stung her, as she shook her head. If the goal was to annoy her, it was a success, and succeeded further in distracting the sniper. She didn't notice as Fareeha stood up suddenly and walked in front of her. The sniper was just putting down her empty wine glass and starting to collect what few things she had when suddenly her arms were grabbed, and she was pulled up and off of her chair and into Fareeha's strong grip.

"What are you---!?" she started, trying to pull back and away, when Fareeha then started to frisk her. A very intimate, thorough frisk, as hands roamed down over her svelte, nimble body. If her heart could have it would have pumped enough to make her blush. But she was stunned by the act, the sudden turning of tables, and could only stand there as Fareeha enjoyed all that she touched. Amelie's eyes were still wide when the soldier leaned in then, and she was suddenly aware that the only reason they were eye-to-eyes was because of her two-inch heels. Strings in her chest were pulled at the dominant display, though, and Amelie was quite aware her game was going to take an entirely unexpected level. And she couldn't say that she was against it...

"Mmm..." she hummed softly as Fareeha boasted Doomfist would never have been freed, if she had been on guard duty. "He is not my friend..." A chilled, soft hand came up, resting on Fareeha's stomach, as her slender neck turned so that her head might tilt, as if inviting a kiss. Or bite. Both would be welcome. But before Fareeha could feel more than the sniper's breath on her skin, Amelie pushed off from those firm, sculpted abs, and with a little spin danced away from the soldier. "But I can appreciate the bold confidence... mon petit..." Insisting on using the diminutive term for the obviously larger woman, Amelie started to walk away. Long legs carried her quickly, and purposefully, off of the beach and towards the resort. The resort was near a massive, expansive shopping complex, and that was where the sniper was heading. And she needed the brief walk away, hips with an extra sway in them, to assert some control over herself again. Because, as she remembered the feeling of those hot (to her senses) hands roaming over her bikini-clad body... this was going to become quite the interesting vacation.

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That momentary shock, surprise, even seeing Widowmaker off balance and ungraceful for just a moment was incredibly arousing. Fareeha hadn't realized how much she hated seeing the woman constantly perfectly put together and prancing so flawlessly wherever she went. Watching her all out of sorts. Mmmf. She wanted to see more of this. Much more. She gazed at the exposed neck, smiling at the offer, her smile turning into a low rumbling growl as her hands crept up Amelie's cool back and---the moment she was going to wrap her up and pull her in for whatever she had planned for that neck the dancer swirled away as pretty as a picture. Damn that unnaturally smooth movement of hers.

Fareeha kept her mouth shut, through effort, as her eyes locked on those swinging hips. She was perfection, she moved like a ballet dancer even when she was doing something as simple as walking. Fareeha's weren't the only eyes on the woman, but she as used to being the center of attention. She was born for the spotlight, ironic for someone so well known for striking without notice. Fareeha exhaled, swallowed and grabbed her bag as she scrambled to catch up with the other woman. Fareeha's bag was a rather unfortunate canvas bag that looked like something mom would take to the beach. But then again that's all she planned to do with it and hadn't thought twice about the brand or style.

She slowed a bit, wanting to keep watching those hips swing. Could Fareeha ever move like that? Even if she wanted to? She shook the thought off, no it just wasn't her style. Widowmaker's teasing about putting her in a dress wouldn't go anywhere, she was sure of it. She just wasn't meant to be that kind of girl. Finally catching up she took advantage of Amelie's aloofness and took her hand with hers, squeezing firmly and giving her a content smile as she held the woman's cold hand. She leaned in, "for someone who claims to dislike baboons you have every single one here looking at you, girlfriend." She tried a more western, low brow term of endearment just to clash with 'mon petit' and hopefully irk the woman a little while expressing her affection at the same time.

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Amelie felt Fareeha's eyes on her as she walked away. With her back turned to the other woman, she felt safe enough to allow a smirk to cross her lips. She would never have guessed Fareeha Amari to be one to enjoy the view of another woman. So unless she was much better at this game than Amelie was comfortable giving her credit for, to fake the way she'd held and touched her during that "frisk," she needed to figure out how far to push this. There was something appealing about claiming the daughter of her one-time mentor---though that could be done regardless of if Fareeha was one to enjoy it. Tempting the little fly along her web though, only to leave her hanging and desperate, denied, was just as appealing a thought. It wasn't often she had to make these kinds of choices, and the desire to enjoy making up her make was quite the strong one.

She wasn't anticipating Fareeha trying to make up her mind for her. The cold-blooded sniper flinched at the sudden contact when Fareeha dashed up next to her and took her hand. She had to stop herself from reacting on training and muscle memory, and do something unfortunate and painful to the woman, stopping only as she felt the breath on the side of her face as the Egyptian leaned in to tease her. Amelie's eyes widened slightly, before narrowing, an amused grin crossing her lips. If that was how she wanted to do this, she could play along. How many men had she lured to their deaths by playing the ultimate arm decoration, the perfect date? Only to get them somewhere alone, and give them their final kiss... "Mmm... I didn't realize you were part, hm... how you say, fille de vallée? A little valley girl..." she teased, not so much irked, as amused. The world "girlfriend" was just so crude, and long-ruined by American entertainment and uneducated, blonde bimbos. "If you wish to play this game, Fareeha, you will have to do better than that..."

Her fingers would lace with Fareeha's, and the former ballet dancer would lean more into the taller, stronger woman, like a lover leaning on and letting her significant other lead. Even if she was more than confident she still held all the cards, as they continued on their way to go shopping. Her other hands would come up as she walked with the Egyptian, soft, chilled fingers trailing down her arm, tracing the tone of her physique. "Mmm... such a strong body. It would be a shame to cover it up in something so... baboon-ish as a suit, tonight... I want something nice to... un petit cadeau pour se dérouler ce soir." She let the fresh roll off of her tongue as a seductive purr, letting the tone convey what the language barrier likely would not. Soon enough, she was guiding Fareeha into a women's boutique, a higher end one. They would need proper lingerie to fit the dress, and a proper dress for her to unwrap, later that night. Choices, choices... "Last chance to run away..." she hummed, slipping away from Fareeha, giving her a challenging grin. Surely Amari would break and give up by now. A strong woman like her surely would have being forced into something as feminine as a dress, dragged to a fancy dinner, when all she was used to was mess halls and combat fatigues.

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Fareeha was greatly amused by how much Amelie was talking. Not just because it was obvious she was annoying the Frenchwoman, but also because hearing her speak, in English also but French especially, was just so damn sexy. It was like her voice hung in the air, vibrated in it, tickled the ears like a feather duster. How appropriate for her little French maid. She squeezed the woman's hand, showing off just enough of her strength to make it clear which of them had the physical advantage, a smug look on her face as she did. That look vanished as they walked into the boutique. Fareeha had passed these places many times in her life. She'd never gone inside of one. Her clothes consisted of tactical gear, mass produced goods brought at chain stores, and, no actually that was it. She felt faint looking at the price tags. Even though she could afford these things with her high paying job, why the hell would anyone ever pay that much for a pair of shoes that didn't make you fly?

Maybe she was just low class, she thought with a bit of uncertainty as her grip on Amelie's hand loosened a bit, letting the woman out if she wished to explore the store. "You uh, you get what you need..." The Egyptian woman scanned the items in a new light now, imagining what they would look like on her partner. "Lemme know if you need any help in the changing room." She grinned, sliding her now free hand around the curve of the woman's back and gave her ass a gentle squeeze, before leaning in to plant a kiss on the side of her cheek.

"Just so they know you're with me." She winked at the woman before pulling back and moving towards the entrance, where she planned to loiter about, hardly realize what an impressively stereotypical boyfriend she was being for someone who lacked a penis.


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Samira walked through the entrance way and looked about her, searching for phone signal, heading into what was a reception room of sorts that opened up to a large pool area followed by gardens that seemed expansive. She was in paradise and hidden from the public eye. For a while she abandoned the idea of connectivity. She turned when she heard a noise in the entrance hall and hurried back to see if it was the owner or at least someone to show her to her room. He approached from the far corner of the room. She wasn't sure how long he had been observing her. She heard his soft shoes as they moved forward, but then he stopped and his voice didn't sound like any of the men she had met at the party the night before, but it was always possible that she hadn't heard him clearly then. She moved closer to him, responding to his words.

"Thank you for the invitation. My name is Samira, not Samantha, but I'll let the discretion pass as you would have been introduced to me as Sam. My father is possibly to blame for that. I couldn't tell you the number of times people assumed he had a son. What I've seen of the house is beautiful and the drive here was remote. You must be away from any civilization?" She said to him, reaching him and noting his immaculate appearance that seemed to fit into the whole environment. He was Lord of the Manor indeed and even in her heels, she felt inadequate in height. She felt a draft and shivered a little, not sure if it was him or if she was imagining things, but she was sure he had said that she would be here for the next few weeks.

"Have you cleared my schedule with my father?" she asked, "I'm sure he expects me back in a week, but looking at this place, I'm sure I could relax for as long as you seem fit." She finished, before asking him if there was wifi and if she would be able to send emails and have some communication with the outside world. She also assumed that he would show her to her room. She felt at a loss as he seemed to hold all the cards and this was unusual for her as she was in control. Her father was the only person she had ever answered to and now under his scrutiny, she felt that she was being assessed for something. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts and looked up at him. "Will you be showing me to my room? It has been a long drive after all."

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Jason nodded suddenly when she responded, lifting his head up as if in surprise and then inclining it downwards with a soft sound of almost regretful apology; of course her name was Samira; He'd assumed that it would be something like that---he'd only heard her referenced to as "Sam," but had assumed that it would be a more Middle Eastern name as opposed to a European one---but had opted to go for Samantha for one simple reason; if he got her name wrong, it implied that he was either ill informed, or didn't care about what her name was. Either way, it benefited him; the former made her assume he was less intelligent than he was, which could lead to her underestimating him... and the latter could well get inside her head and throw her off just a little bit before they even got started. Either way, he had to at least look apologetic, even as his hand curled in the air between them and fell to his side as she rather pointedly ignored his attempt at civility. It dropped to his side. Spoiled bitch. He'd have fun breaking this one. Yes, he got her name wrong, but the least she could do was extend some basic manners in her first meeting with---from her perspective---a possible business partner. Well. She'd learn proper manners soon enough, he was absolutely certain... for the meantime, though, he would have to simply play nice and appraise her for a more thorough analysis of what he was dealing with. Forewarned is forearmed, after all.

He inclined his head. "Ah, of course. My apologies, Samira... I was not informed of your full name, so I guessed. Perhaps not the wisest course of action; that is why it is poor form to assume, I suppose." He stepped down a stair, coming to rest on the step beside her, though his height still easily placed her beneath him... a position she would quickly come to learn was natural and preferable, he was certain. He smiled softly at the thought, but directed it towards her in an attempt to seem more friendly. "Your schedule has indeed been cleared," he said, and he actually wasn't lying; her father believed that she was to be staying with a prospective business partner for at least a month, and what's more, believed them to be at a completely different address entirely. She wouldn't have people looking for her for a very long time... just as he had planned. He stepped down from the staircase, gesturing absently for her to follow him, setting off across the hall. He would indeed show her to her room... but not before he'd settled a few more things. "You will, of course, be escorted to your room shortly. I just thought that a tour of the grounds could be a rather enjoyable way for us to become better acquainted, as well as show you what we have to offer in the way of luxuries and passtimes. We are indeed quite removed from civilization, so we tend to attempt to make up for it in a variety of interesting ways. It's my hope that you won't be bored during your stay. Come, please... allow me to show you around before you retire to your room." His servants required a little more time to set things up for that night, if nothing else.

And that much, of course, was true; with her in tow, he began to move towards a pair of doors set into the side of the entrance hall that led to the East Wing of the Manor... she would be very entertained during her time here, and there were indeed many leisure facilities... he couldn't have his Slaves becoming lazy and unfit, now could he? He had to keep them healthy and active, if he was to enjoy them properly! And by the time he was done with her, she wouldn't even consider leaving without his permission... or refusing a place in his small but swiftly growing harem of ex-spoiled rich kids. She would learn respect, and she would learn to love life at his Manor... or she would be miserable. So long as she was obedient, civil and broken, he didn't much care whether this arrogant, self-important bitch was miserable or happy. He required her submission, not her devotion. He aimed for love and adoration... but simple obedience from fear was acceptable, if it was unavoidable. But, he conceded... her adoration and devotion would be preferable. He'd just have to make sure to break her in the right way, to not push her in the wrong direction... but either way... her breaking was unavoidable. She was his, now. She just didn't know it yet.

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Samira had been caught up in a state of confusion. She was still trying to remember if he was at the business venture that had been thrown the night before and he was also very disarming, so she found herself staring at him, like a teenager entranced by the first boy she meets. He certainly had the charm and she realized to late that she'd not shaken his hand and that he had moved onto something else and she blushed. Not that he noticed as he behaved in his propriety way.

"Yes I agree it is poor form to assume." she said in a non-committed way. "Oh! That's very trusting of my father... umm... I've never known him to let me go for that long without security... I wouldn't be surprised if he decides to visit." she said, surprised as well as amused. He certainly hadn't met her father. Another week was fine, but any more and he'd be on his way to check up on his princess. She had witnessed his over protective nature while she was in London and that was only a short time. So he must trust in this business deal or he was planning his visit already.

She noted that he hadn't said anything about the internet or about communication. He hadn't in fact answered all her questions, instead just the most urgent ones and her brain focused again, wondering what it was about him that was different. It was always possible that she wasn't used to being allowed to do as she pleased and he was also in no hurry to show her to her room. She wasn't exhausted, but the night before had been a late one and the day had been warm so she could do with a shower, rest and a fresh set of clothes.

"That sounds lovely," she said when he offered to show her the house. "I saw a pool and a reception room earlier, but not too much of it as I was trying to determine if I had phone signal, so feel free to show me again..." she added, putting on her polite face and public persona. She'd offended him already and she didn't want to again. So she shoved her phone and planner into her bag and gave him her full attention and smiled at him. "I'm all yours, Mr. Marsters or would you prefer Jason as you seem familiar with my first name?"

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She wanted to know which name to address him by... that was cute. She would learn soon enough that she would only ever get to use his name when she behaved herself, and even then, very rarely... by the time Jason was finished, she would know him as 'Master' and 'Sir', and absolutely nothing else. From now on, she was his... his plaything, his fucktoy, his trophy... she just didn't know it yet. Of course, until the Grand Reveal came, he had but one option; play the role he had been given, until the moment was right to pull all of her expectations out from underneath her. It was really part of the show; he would act the gentleman, lower her guard, get her feeling more certain about who she was dealing with... and then he'd reveal her real reason for being here and throw her so totally off kilter that she had no real other recourse but to flail for any amount of security and certainty that she could... and he'd be the only source of it around. Amoral, perhaps, and most certainly socially unacceptable, but it wasn't like he actually cared; like he had explained before... he was doing a public service, showing these spoiled, aloof, arrogant women their place, and sometimes to do the right thing you had to go against what society deemed "Acceptable."

Society never made any progress as long as everybody conformed with the popularly accepted decency. If they did, women wouldn't have the vote, the gays wouldn't be allowed to marry and not believing in God would still be punishable by death. Sometimes you had to break away from societal norms and the authoritarian view of morality and ethics, and look at the big picture... and in his big picture, the mighty had to be laid low so that they may better understand both their place in the cosmos, and the privilege that they had taken for granted. "You may call me Jason, for now," Jason said, offering her a small smile as he opened the door to the East Wing---the pool she had mentioned was in the West Wing; that was the activity center of the house, where he kept the gymnasium, the tennis courts, the pool, all that lot---and the East Wing was where he kept the residential facilities... living room, kitchen, dining room, etc etc. He opened the door into one of the main corridors, then turned right, his footsteps echoing off of the long, polished marble, elegantly decorated walls as he moved.

"All of our facilities are, of course, open to your free use. The pool you saw earlier is part of our exercise and recreation facilities, located in the West Wing. This---the East Wing---houses all of our general living accommodations, including kitchens, bedrooms, the main dining room and a very well-stocked and maintained library. Servants Quarters are also situated in this section of the house, though I see no reason why you would go down there for more than a passing visit." There was no real reason why she would eventually be barred from that part of the house other than him simply setting restrictions to make her feel restricted... she had the run of the house, for the moment... but she would quickly come to learn that the servants only listened to her as far as they were ordered to by him. Every facility and area of the house was granted to her by his hand... and could be taken away just as easily. He wondered how long it would take her to submit... he wanted it to be relatively quickly, of course... but then again, breaking a stubborn one was so satisfying when he succeeded. He supposed he'd just have to wait and see what kind of filly this young woman turned out to be.

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It was a beautiful house when Samira had arrived and she shared this information with him, commenting on the vastness and the character appeal it had. She was certainly enamored with the possibility of relaxing here and having the chance to be free to roam as she pleased. She wouldn't know more than how to make a sandwich in the kitchen, but he did say that there was staff on hand. She remembered as a child sitting with the cook in the kitchen, watching what she did and helping out by chopping up vegetables, but that was as far as her time in the kitchen went. She shared this with him.

"Thank you. So Jason, it is." she said, almost running to keep up with him on her heels which echoed their own staccato as she moved. She was careful though, marble and heels were a deadly combination and she took more deliberate steps, before finally giving up, for her own safety, she stopped and slipped off her shoes, "Don't want to break my neck on the marble." she said lightheartedly. Now she was positively smaller than him in stature and she felt suddenly insecure but at least she could run if she had to. She chuckled to herself at that preposterous thought, hoping the sound hadn't escaped.

When he mentioned the servant's quarters she wasn't sure that she needed to visit there, but it was good to know. "How do I contact anyone if I need anything?" Samira asked. She didn't think that wandering the house searching for servants was a good idea. She noted that he seemed to answer her when he deemed fit and had still not said anything about her room or whether there was a connection to the internet. She wasn't sure if it was an over sight or that there was more going on here than met the eye. She shook her head, noting that she was as paranoid as her father in that moment and she wished he were there to hide behind.

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They made idle chat as they wandered the hallway---Jason wasn't surprised that she'd never cooked before; she'd had servants to do it for her, so why would she? Surprisingly, that part didn't provoke any ire or scorn in him... though he knew how to cook, with how he had begun in life, he rarely did so any more just because his servants were better at it. Oh, he went down to help every so often, but when you have people to do it for you, who are better than you, you tend to let them get on with it... getting angry at her for it seemed a touch hypocritical---and he began to feel her out a little more. Arrogant, spoiled? Yes. But an unpleasant girl? Not necessarily. She had her rough edges that he'd be sanding down soon enough, but there was potential there for a good, polite, kindhearted young girl. He just had to coax it out. He smiled along with her laughter, nodding his head... oh, she would need to call the servants a lot, he didn't doubt, and soon enough she would learn that they answered to him, not her... and every one of them believed in his vision. Or at least, he paid them enough to pretend to. He hadn't conditioned any of them, of course; he reserved that for the spoiled young women that he rehabilitated.

"Every room has a 'Call Button' that connects to the Servants Quarters, the Kitchens and their little service corridors. Just push that button, and any available servant will be with you as soon as they can. It's a large house, so it may take a few minutes, but my staff are very well trained. They rarely keep me waiting long." He smiled at her, inclining his head. "If you require my personal attention and I am not around, simply ask one of the Servants and they will reach out to me at my earliest convenience. They have access to my personal schedule and several methods of private communication, so they're best placed to connect us if necessary. Similarly, if I require or desire your presence, I shall send a servant along to retrieve you." Yes... HIS servants, HIS earliest convenience... she goes to find the servants to request his presence... she does NOT demand him to appear. She requests, he summons. Retrieves. Small things, but important. She is at his beck and call, not the other way around... and it is best she subconsciously become comfortable with that before they begin. The more he can imply subtly now, the easier she will accept it later... and that's half the battle.

They soon reached a pair of double doors, ones that led to the main drawing room. Best to show her the basic living areas now, and the recreational facilities when she's more settled in and has started to behave herself. He gestures. "After you, please." Show her that he can be polite... courteous, even. It will make her want to see more of that side of him, and that means obeying him, being good. If she sees he can be pleasant... it will, of course, make her compliance easier to attain since she will wish to be treated with a modicum of respect. Show he can do it... and then make clear that it's contingent on her good behavior. Both positive and negative reinforcement is necessary to properly reeducate her, and he was equally skilled at both. He waited for her to enter the drawing room through the open doors---an older-style wood-laced library-study, with a currently dead fireplace on the side of the room, a window looking out onto the gardens, posh and stereotypically English. What can he say? He likes the style---and smiled at her softly as he followed her in.

"The drawing room," Jason explained, "Part library, part study. You have free recreational use of it, of course, if you ever want to settle somewhere quiet to read or write, or even just relax in one of the chairs." He gestured to the two high-backed armchairs near the fire. A nice, posh room... of course, he could bar her entry here. But first... let her learn to enjoy it. What was the point of a punishment if they didn't appreciate what they were missing out on? Absolutely none. The first couple of days would be a setup, letting her get settled... and only then would he pull the rug out from under her. He was already looking forward to it.

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Samira had finally caught up with him and it wasn't as if he noticed. instead he was too busy going on about the house. She didn't mind the conversation but she was tiring and all she wanted was to have a shower and relax.Instead she engaged him as enthusiastically as she could muster, letting him talk more and at one point, she did her best to stifle a yawn.

"A call button... I'll look out for it." she said softly. When he talked of his personal attention, she looked up. There was something about his tone that suggested that she would be getting more than she bargained for. "I'll be sure to remember that, I don't think I'll waste too much of your time as you seem to be a busy man... speaking off which, haven't I taken up enough already? Maybe you should show me to my room... I'm sure I will enjoy roaming these halls soon and I would certainly enjoy exploring... Does it have secret rooms? " she asked softly, a touch of amusement in her voice. "Don't all country manors have them, along with ghosts?" she chuckled softly, hoping he would see the humor in the statement.

She moved through the double doors and rushed to the huge window overlooking the gardens. "This is beautiful. Gardens like these are scarce where I come from." she gushed, noting that the dust in the dessert, didn't allow for much garden but there were exceptions, but none compare to this lush green of a fertile land.

She settled for a moment on the window seat, pressing up against the window, like a young child, but the shape of her thighs that came into view as her skirt rode up were certainly not. Bringing into view the tops of her stockings then the bareness of her dusky skin that was smooth and begged to be tested.

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Jason couldn't help himself; he had to smile a little as he watched her rush to the window like a small child, staring in wonder at his admittedly beautiful gardens... he paid his Groundskeeper a lot of money to maintain them, of course, and he'd be pleased to hear that his hard, diligent work had elicited such a reaction from a newcomer... yes, she was from a desert nation that rarely got to see such amount of green in a concentrated area, but maybe he wouldn't mention that... any reaction like that was sure to cause some amount of pride in whoever was maintaining the garden, regardless... and he worked so hard, he deserved to have his effort recognized. Of course, Jason at that moment recognized something else very important; just how shapely his new plaything was. Oh, he had known beforehand that she was a beautiful specimen, but as she leaned forwards to gaze out of his window, he got a rather pleasant eyeful of just how beautiful she was, her clothes riding up slowly over the swell of her thighs and the curve of her ass... he admired it for a few moments, resisting the urge to go over and start testing the flesh right there and then... and then slid his eyes away from it, up back to her face level. Plenty of time for that later, after all. For now, he had to play nice.

"I'm pleased you like them," Jason said, smiling softly, "And I'm sure my Groundskeeper will be pleased to hear it, too. You, of course, have free access to them whenever you please." Unless he needed to discipline her. Since she seemed to love them so much... they were one thing that he would use against her when he needed to. "Alas, we don't have any hidden rooms---" That he was going to tell her about, at any rate, "---but I have heard the odd ghost story about these halls from time to time. Perhaps I'll tell you about them over dinner tonight." He grinned softly to himself yet again. He would dine with her, of course---all the better to scope her out and make her feel comfortable---and then in the morning, he would be gone. She would get comfortable in the first few days... and then the games would begin. After she was comfortable, it would become a war of Attrition; he would seek to wear her down, to grind down her resistance, and she would obviously attempt to resist. Unfortunately for her... he never lost that particular game. Ever. Remove some of her comforts and her authority and power, and she would be putty in his hand in no time. These spoiled little girls never did well when you were actually firm with them. She would fall in line eventually. They all did, in the end.


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Anna removed the scales from the fillets and put them in a cast iron skillet she found in her pack and looked up at Leon. She was surprised at the question and blinked before answering.

"Well, the world itself isn't safe." She said after a minute of thought, "If it was, we wouldn't be needed to protect the people who don't have Quirks like we do. So anything outside of the academy is unsafe I assume. What are your thoughts on it?"

[Assistant] "Mmm... that smells good," Leon commented as Anna started cooking the fish fillets in the skillet. "No, no. I understand the real world applications of it, I'm just curious... what are they planning on throwing at us?" Leon looked at her with a serious look, finding himself now standing up to look around them. Wondering if there was someone or something watching them.

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Anna kept an eye on the fish but allowed her senses to wander, not knowing if they were being watched or not. She smiled as the fish cooked and cocked her head to the left, a noise catching her attention.

"Right behind me to the left." She whispered to Leon, "Something's in the trees."

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She barely had time to finish saying it before Leon stood up to shield her from an energy blast, his newly adorned shirt now having been burnt and obtaining a new hole to reveal his abdomen. Luckily, there was no start-up or waiting time for his Quirk. He just needed to reinforce the part of his body and it worked.

From the woods rolled out a small drone, the camera sighting Leon in for a second attack. "Hmph." Leon didn't even waste the energy of his Quirk, stalking up to the drone and tearing off its head. Smashing the body and tossing it back into the woods shortly thereafter. "So, they've got the same robotic enemies as the entry exam. Though, I imagine that was just a scout drone. We may be safe for now but, only until they gather reinforcements." Tearing off his shirt, he tossed it aside and smiled at her. "How's the fish coming along?"

[User] Anna formed ice around her fists at the site of the drone and was ready to strike when Leon took care of it. She smiled at him as he took off his shirt, trying not to blush at the sight of him. She shook her head to regain focus and looked at the fish with a smile as she grabbed two plates from her pack. "They're done." She said as she plated the fish and handed him one of the plates, "I hope it's okay."

[Assistant] Graciously accepting her offer, Leon took the plate and started in on the fish as quickly as she had handed it to him. He wasn't without discrepancy though, eating surprisingly cleanly and well-mannered despite how quickly he wolfed down the fish. "My, my... this is so good!"

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Anna ate her fish as quickly as she could. She didn't want to be caught off guard in case of another surprise attack. She put her plate down and smiled as she reached for Leon's when he finished. She was glad he liked her cooking and figured she'd cook something for him when they got back. "Do you like cake? I'm decent at baking." She said with a smile, "I'm glad you liked the fish. It's one of the few things I can cook that doesn't require baking."

She went over to the stream and cleaned off the plates and silverware before putting them down next to her. She stood up and surrounded her fists in ice again as a large, rather mean looking bear came out from nowhere. It charged at her and she quickly froze it in place, leaving its head exposed before looking at Leon. "Looks like droids are the least of our problems." She said as the bear started to whimper from the cold surrounding it. She unfroze the bear and watched as it ran away, yelping.

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Handing her his plate as she reached for it, Leon sighed with a smile and pat his belly. "Do I like cake? Of course! I love baked goods, pastries, strudels, and all kinds of stuff. Cake is great! Not too big on ice cream, ironically. Thanks so much for the fish, of course I liked it."

Leon rose a brow at her, curious what she had planned for the bear. The poor thing was hardly a threat, the robotic enemies were designed to handle Quirks. The wildlife, was not. "You say that now, just wait until they come rolling in with force." Leon told her with a mild chuckle.

He was pleased to see her let the bear go, it clearly running away in fear of the woman who was clearly an affront to nature. "Compassion. A good sign of being a Hero. I like that."

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"I can't stand animals getting hurt. It hurt me just to do that to the poor thing but we don't have enough fish for me to give it one. It has to last until dinner." Anna said as she sighed a little sadly, turning to him and looking up at him.

"I make a mean triple chocolate fudge cake." She said, changing the subject for a second before changing it back, "Do you think we'll run into the ten foot droids that were used last week? I failed that test miserably."

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Nodding, Leon understood what she meant. She was sincere in her words, which made him smile even more. There was more to her than just power and anger at him not being a good mentor, for that we was thankful. "Yeah, I think that the fish should tide us over until then, no problem."

At the words 'triple' and 'fudge' he grinned widely and perked up. "Oh yeah? That sounds quite delicious. Maybe you'll have to let me try some sometime." Leon said with an excited tone, then furled his brow at her. "You're already so much stronger than you were last week, I'm sure of it. Just, don't let them intimidate you and you'll do fine."

[User] "Remind me when we get back and I'll bake you a cake." Anna said with a smile as she yawned a bit, "Sorry about that, I guess I didn't sleep too well last night." Anna looked at him, unable to hide the blush this time, "So is there anything I should know about you since we are working together for now?"

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Leon just waved off her yawn, "Don't sweat it. You should sleep like a baby tonight. Our training really starts tomorrow, so be prepared for anything and everything. We should probably do some more training today but, you've had enough punishment for one day, surely." It was still in the back of his mind, thinking how he may have been to rough on her before.

When he noticed her blushing, he tilted his head and wondered why she was so flustered. "Something the matter? Are you getting hot?" When she asked him about him personally, he didn't quite know how to answer. "Me? I mean, I'm nothing special outside of my Quirk. I'm a regular guy, I suppose. What did you have in mind?"

[User] Anna smiled as she sat in front of the fire and patted the spot next to her. She felt more at ease now that he had lightened up a little on her. A small sparkle in her eye formed as she looked at him. "Well, anything you want to tell me is fine." She said with a smile, "I don't know anything about you outside of TV and school."

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"Err, you want me to sit directly next to you?" Leon asked, wondering why she would want him so close to her. The fire was warm enough and being an Ice-user, he doubted she much liked the heat.

Her comment broke his thoughts and he just shrugged. "There's not much else to say. I live for this... hero business. I live to serve, in a sense. I love to help people, I'm always busy training and saving the city. I don't have much in the way of friends, just a couple other classmates who I've fought alongside or trained with over the years. About the only friend I have would be, ironically, Infernal Chaos the senior with the Magma Quirk. I'm sure you've seen him on TV as well."

Infernal Chaos was a bit extreme with his methods and wasn't always well received by other Heroes in the school. Leon knew him to be a pretty decent guy, even though he was a bit over-the-top, arrogant and loved the thrill of a fight far more than just saving people.

[User] "Come on, I won't bite and I promise not to freeze you." Anna said with a giggle as he hesitated. "I don't have many friends either honestly." She said as she looked at her hands, "When I first came here, my Quirk was so out of control, I actually scared more people than anything. Remember last year's incident with over half of the lower class getting frozen by a student? That was me. It still haunts me to this day. All I did was turn around when someone called out to me and ice covered everyone!" She brought her knees up to her chin and hugged her legs, trying to get rid of the memory.

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"Hmm, alright." Leon nodded and approached her, sitting next to her and looked at her with a smile. "Better?"

Listening to her story, he reached out and rubbed his hand along her back. "It's alright, not everyone can control their powers from the start. Hell, I'll say MOST kids can't control their powers until they've been here for at least a little while. Some people don't know just how powerful their Quirks are because they don't use them in the outside world. Then they come here to find out they've been holding back all along."

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Anna sniffed and wiped her eyes, managing a weak smile at Leon. His hand on her back felt good and she let herself relax a little. She turned slightly so she could look at him better.

"Really?" She asked softly, uncertainty in her eyes, "Everyone I've seen here seems to have better control when they got here than I did." She looked away again, "At least they didn't nearly kill twelve people. Maybe I'm not cut out for this."

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Nodding to her reassuringly, Leon smiled and pat her back a little more. "Of course, there's no shame in having a rough start. Remember my friend I mentioned? It's not the best example but, he nearly melted the entire school down with his power. Of course, he didn't care and he thought the destruction was cool but... he knew it was wrong and potentially dangerous to innocent people." Leon wondered if that example was even worth mentioning.

"Even I wasn't perfect. At first, I couldn't properly use Reinforce either. One day, I reinforced my density so much that my body couldn't take it and I was stuck in place for several hours. I was so heavy I couldn't move and even the guys with Herculean Strength couldn't move me yet. That was a really bad day. Heh..." When she mentioned not being cut out for this, Leon turned her to face him. "Don't you ever say that. You've got more passion and heart than several people I've seen here. Far too many of these guys just want to be Heroes so they can be popular and rich. That's not a good reason to be a Hero."

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Anna nodded, "I heard about that during orientation when I got here. It's used as an example of how not to do things. That must have sucked. I'm glad you were able to get it under control." She said with a smile, "How long did it take you to learn how to control your Quirk?"

"You think I have what it takes?" Anna asked shyly, "But I can't even hold my own against hardly anyone. You're the first person that I've been able to barely hold my own against. Even with you, I still feel like I'm way too weak."

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"Yeah, Chaos seems to be a good example of how NOT to do things around here but, the upside is at least he can set some sort of example. Right? Haha." Leon smiled and tried cheering her up, still rubbing her back. "Well, to be honest, after that day... I was so embarrassed that I hardly slept the whole rest of that week. Instead, I trained endlessly to master my Quirk. I didn't master it overnight but, I never had an accident like that again. I was determined to show everyone that I wasn't just some fool who didn't deserve to be here. Now, I'm the most requested Hero to take down Villains in the school. So, there's that. I still don't feel like I've fully mastered my Quirk though... I always feel like I can go harder, move quicker, be stronger. That's the ticket to becoming great. At least, that's how I see it."

When she asked about her own potential, he nodded. "Yeah, I already told you that you've got a great foundation for what makes a good Hero. If you feel like you've been holding your own against me but can't against others, then why would you think I'm the strongest in the school? Do you think I draw out more effort and potential from you?"

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Anna listened intently to him and when he asked her why she felt she could only hold her own against him, she blushed even more and nodded in response.

"You push me to try more. You didn't give up on me like everyone else seems to have." She said as she looked at him, trying not to focus on how good his hand felt, "With everyone else, once, I'm down or they break free of my Quirk, they laugh at me and walk away. You're really the only one who thinks I have what it takes to be a Hero."

She lowered her head as she spoke again, "Several of the teachers asked me why I chose to be a Hero and not a Sidekick or a Villain. I know in my heart that Sidekick would have been easier but I want to prove to everyone that I'm more than just a Sidekick, that I can be a Hero, and I'm making a mess of it too."

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There it was again, the blush across her cheeks. It was quite adorable, if he was being honest. Still, this was serious and Leon wanted to help her.

"That's what a mentor should be doing. Besides, those other people were just being jerks. They can go soak their big heads. You'll never grow if no one is willing to water the seed. I'm going to shape you up in no time, then you'll knock them to their knees before you know it!" Getting fired up, he jumped up and stood in front of her with a fist raised up high. "Come on, Anna! Let's go at it again! Another spar to show we're not going to quit, we're never going to give up, and that we're Heroes!"

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Anna jumped up and smiled at him before concentrating all of her energy on her Quirk. Ice came up and formed around Leon's lower body, squeezing him constantly as thick ice chains surrounded his arms and chest, pulling him downwards. She encased him up to his head in an ice cage.

"We will never quit!" She said triumphantly as she continued to attack him, using ice spears to whiz past his head.

[Assistant] Leon felt the chill of her ice again, quickly breaking out by flexing his arms to narrowly dodge the spears coming his way. He then headbutt her hard enough to shatter the cage around his head and smirked. "You need to think outside the box, Anna. Your ice can be used as more than just a binding tool. Wrap those chains around your arms and fists, then you've got yourself whips to thrash your opponent. Get good enough and you could lasso them to pull them toward you or snatch a leg out from under them." Rush toward her, he gave her a quick one-two that could have been blocked or dodged if she was paying attention. "You can create all sorts of things, as well. Try to use your body as a weapon, don't underestimate your ability to fight hand-to-hand and go blow to blow with some of the more pure fighters. Like myself, my Quirk forces me to use melee attacks. So, you'll want to be prepared in case your ranged attacks don't always work."

[User] Anna gasped as he made contact with her. When he spoke, she gave him a nod and wrapped thick ice chains around her hands and swung them to grab his left leg and pull him to the ground and towards her, Using a breath, she turned the air in front of her into a huge ice block and threw it at him with another breath, knocking him into the ground as he tried to get up. She released the chains and sank to her knees, her energy almost gone at this point, "Wow! That was amazing!"

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Leon was surprised how quickly she caught on to his words, almost seeming to have mastered her Quirk just by him telling her how to use it more effectively. She whipped the chain and lassoed him just as he said, with no prior training. Even using her breath to form ice instead of just her hands. Leon blocked that ice attack with his forearms and was poised to strike at her but when the ice cleared, she was down of her knees.

"Spent already, are we? That's fine. You'll be able to last longer and use your Quirk more efficiently as time goes on and you get stronger." With that, he offered her a hand up. It seemed that no matter what she did, she just couldn't keep him down.

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Anna smiled up at him and took his hand, standing on her feet, rather wobbly as she instinctively leaned on him for support. She sighed as she looked up at him, regaining her balance before dropping her gaze to his hand. His hand was warm and it sent shivers down her spine. She let go of him, hoping he hadn't noticed the glance she gave their hands.

"Thank you Leon." She said with a smile, "I appreciate you helping me out." She turned to walk to her tent and ended up on her knees again. She shook her head, feeling a little drained still as she stood up and went into her tent to lay down.

[Assistant] Leon didn't really think anything of it, helping her up and holding her hand. Letting her lean on him to keep her steady as she walked. Of course, she seemed to go the independent route and tried to walk on her own. Ending with her falling to her knees again, to which Leon wanted to help but she was determined. Once she was in her tent, Leon knelt down to talk to her. "You did good out there. Take it easy for now, okay? It's no sweat, I'm more than happy to help you, Anna."

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Anna poked her head out and smiled, "Thank you Leon. I really appreciate this. Oh, about what I told you earlier, I thought you should know that the teachers and the medical staff haven't been able to do anything about the nightmares I still have from it. If you hear me screaming, please wake me up and let me know."

She went back into her tent and laid down after taking her jacket off to use as a pillow. She closed her eyes and soon was asleep.