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Darrus knew the myths as well, and he knew that they were grounded in truth. She was sweet. Addictive, and glorious. Her long legs sprawled out across his rippling biceps and broad shoulders as he devoured her, and she was cumming. Coating him. He lapped up every sweet drop and pinned her even as she tried to thrash in ecstasy. And then his massive bulk was shifting over her, moving upwards. His tongue bathing a path past her navel and between her breasts. he licked the insides of them, nipping at the soft, yielding flesh and then letting his tongue spiral across one large breast until his long tongue treated her nipple to a deliciously wicked lick as he then growled, "You promised to share a taste with me."

A thick finger plunged into her tight, still-spasming sex. It worked at the depths of her cunt and curled, blunted claws stroking the thick honey from her parted, glistening lips. His hand lifted between the, the dewy honey clinging to him as his fingertip moved to her mouth, and brushed across her bottom lip. And then he forced his finger into her mouth, making her suck upon it even as his large mouth suckled noisily at one of her perfectly shaped breasts. With his rolling, coiling tongue and canine-like muzzle, he could fit almost the entirety of that plush orb into the greedy vacuum of his mouth.

"I think I will keep you," he was panting now, his body's muscles tensing with arousal and as he moved to keep her trapped under him, she'd feel the distinctive feel of his long, canine-like shaft rubbing across her inner calf. and pre-cum slipping out across her inner knee.

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Aria was swept up in the throes of passion as she came---moaning, arching, her inner walls clenching---she would have been writhing too if he had not been holding her so tightly in place. Humans had been forbidden to bring any sort of bindings to the forest orgies---the nymphs always worried humans might just steal them away after... but experiencing the orgasm crashing over her now, with her body pinned... she realized that was a most unfortunate rule.

Pinned, unable to react how her body wanted to, the ecstasy tearing through her needed some way to be released---she screamed out louder almost than ever before, her climax dragging on much longer than usual as her muscles still strained against him, her head tossing from side to side as her honey continued to flow. She felt his warm rough tongue trailing up her body, moving over her breasts, teasing her nipples---and then, right when her climax was starting to weaken he thrust a finger deep inside her---crying out she bucked against that warm thick digit, moaning as another ripple of pleasure ran through her. Almost a second, weaker climax, or maybe just the last spark of the intense original? She wasn't even sure any more. Groaning softly she trembled beneath him, the pleasure just dragging out as he suckled on her nipple eagerly, continuing to tease her. Her eyes were so unfocused and dazed, drunk on pleasure. She was ready and willing for him to just ravage her body all night long, in complete honesty.

But apparently first she had a promise to keep. She hadn't realized he actually meant for them both to taste her nectar---but suddenly she found his finger forcing into her mouth. A muffled groan came in response, and her body gently stirred in resistance---but then she tasted herself. It was sweet. Surprisingly so. She'd never realized why other people were so interested---but now she tasted the warm thick dew on her own tongue and agreed, suckling on his digit quite earnestly---whimpering softly as his continued attention to her breast was riling her up all over again.

She was in such a state that when he declared he would keep her... well there wasn't a word of protest to be heard. She was so horny, so aroused---she just wanted more. Much more. As he moved up her body she squirmed gently beneath him, her eyes heating with lust and another whimper passing her lips as his warm shaft brushed her skin. It was... wet---definitely different. Her gaze flicked down and saw red. His cock? She'd never had sex with anything canid... she was eager to experience her first one.

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Darrus loved her breasts. More than he thought he would. He was used the the sagging teats of the wolfwives, and they did nothing to him. Yet these... they were full, ripe, and seemed to defy gravity. He imagined them bloated and aching with milk. If it tasted anything like her honey... the thought made his cock suddenly jerk, slapping itself against her inner thigh wetly. The slick, slippery bright red of that semi-erect shaft eager to conquer her.

He pulled away, except for the thick fingers between her plush, fuckable lips as she was rolled over. His hands controlled her body completely. Her hips dragged up until she was on her knees, her head forced down until her cheek pressed into the cool ground and her elbows and forearms were pinned down as well. His other hand grabbed both her wrists and kept them pinned above her head, leaving her hands to only feebly clutch at fallen leaves.

"You are my bitch now," he said as he tilted his head to marvel at the shape of her upthrust ass and the sweet, naked slit of her hungry sex below it. And then, all at once, that long cock was being thrust downwards into her contracting, needy cunt. It was not like a man-cock, nor even a satyr. He was still not truly hard. Not until her walls began to milk at that impossibly long girth that sank, deeper and deeper, into her walls. It was only then that he truly became erect, and the rush of blood caused his girth to seemingly double then triple at its base. Swelling and stretching across her sensitive lips until that knot grew to stretch her body lewdly and lodge himself inside her. The throbbing thick base of his cock felt against her clit as he settled against her, the fine fur of his abdomen against her soft asscheeks.

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Aria was still licking and sucking gently on his fingers, getting the last taste of her honey from his warm digits as she started to calm when she felt his wet cock suddenly slap against her inner thigh. It caught her entirely by surprise---she jerked gently beneath him, then groaned and eagerly squirmed beneath him. She pulled away from his fingers and started to sit up, a hand almost reaching out to touch his length with curious fingers---but before she could touch him he pulled away and started to turn her over.

Aria blinked, her eyes widened in surprise, then gasped softly as he pulled her hips up high, then pushed her front down in the soft dirt. She was in a new position, but just as pinned as before, especially as his free hand grabbed her wrists and trapped them in his large grasp. She was again utterly helpless... and far too excited by the situation he was putting her in. She wriggled her hips and clenched her hands in the fallen leaves. They crunched and fell apart. No help at all was to be found in this situation. And she was no longer looking for it.

What she was looking for, hoping to feel, was his cock---and it was a wish she didn't have to wait long to have granted. He spoke---and then she cried out, her back arching and weight leaning back into him as he thrust inside her. Thick, warm cock filled her, pressing in deep. Her inner walls clenched, spasming around him. She was surprised at how soft his member felt, all meatiness but no wood. It was long though! He pressed deeper and deeper---Aria groaned, unable to believe his length. Her walls spasmed and fisted around him again, her body so turned on. And then something new began to happen---he started to thicken! She almost didn't notice at first, so focused on feeling how deep he was in her... but then she felt him pressing at her walls... really pressing, spreading her wider even, specifically right around his base. Aria whimpered, her hands clenched into fists at this surprising new sensation. Now he felt hard. Hard and impossibly, almost unbearably thick. He was filling her to the brim. Oh gods... she felt so full. Aria groaned pitifully, quivering as she squeezed her eyes shut tight and felt him continue to swell. But it was all at the base---like somebody had lodged a grapefruit right inside her, just past her entrance. She was quivering badly now---like just feeling him inside her was putting her on the edge of losing it. She moaned, feeling the base against her clit. Maybe she was on the verge of losing it again. She'd never felt so aroused, so turned on just by being filled. But she couldn't believe how big he was, how thick, how deep. She tried to move beneath him and moaned as the knot seemed to tug inside her---hopelessly stuck.

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"Ahhhh! Yes, yes, milk it, little nymph," Darrus growled out in his throat. Felt as much as heard from the depths of his broad, rippling chest. He was excited to see her hips wiggling and feel her leaning back greedily onto him. The long, gently bowing and tapered red spear of a cock rubbed and stroked her depths in a way that the rigid blunt girth of a man could not.

And then he began to move. Slowly, at first. It was not the mad rabbit-frenzied sawing of the few humans that had lain with her. His length did stroke in and out of her, filled so deep and completely, but its head never came close to exiting her. It couldn't. There was some give, several inches in fact, which was all that was needed for a pleasant, firm fucking. His hips slapping into her, the apple-sized bulge swelling and sliding but locked firmly within her as his cock plumbed her depths.

With that large base pressing outward against the rubbery, hyper-sensitive walls of her womanhood, her clit was pinned between it and the constant, incessant slap of the hybrid lupine balls. It was a wet, lewd sound that filled the forest as her pussy leaked its nectar all over them bot.

"Tell me, my fae-bitch, how do I compare to your little humans and satyr meat?" He was riding her roughly by now, building up to a wild pace. At one point his hand finds her hair, pulling on her mane and arching her back more. His other massive hand falling upon her ass, completely covering one jiggling cheek which he'd grope and use as leverage.

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Aria gasped softly, her eyes widening, as she felt the male began to thrust inside her. With the knot, and how thick he was she thought it would be hard for him to move inside her with much ease... and yet his movements were slow, gentle---back and forth, his tip stroking deep inside her like fingers almost. Not at all what she had expected. All of her past experiences were of males rutting her fast and almost clumsily, like sex was a hundred meter dash. It wasn't really their fault how overeager males always grew around her race, but it never made for really great sex.

This male, however... He did not rush, he didn't just start fucking her hard and wild. His cock stroked forward and back only a few inches, the knot repeatedly, softly jolting against her stretched entrance---and it felt amazing. She leaned her head back, moaning, feeling the stimulation to her clit and her entire sex as he had his way with her. The wet, lewd sound of their mating filled the forest, and it was heaven. His cock thrust in, that tapered tip brushing her walls so arousingly---then he pulled back and her breath hitched, her hands clenched, and her inner walls gently spasmed as his knot hit resistance inside her. Would he be stuck forever? Was that such a bad fate?

The more he moved inside her, the more it seemed like a wonderful future, to have him stuck within her. She moaned and just held on for the ride, only just even hearing his question. "Mmmnn... there's... no comparison..." She pants out to him, shaking her head and groaning again. When he pulled on her hair she complied without resistance, arching her back, whimpering as this new angle pressed her g-spot against some part of his cock deep inside her. With every thrust she began to quiver now, her hands clenching and body spiraling towards her peak faster than she'd ever felt before. "Oh gods---mmmmm I---I can't last..." She eventually pants, biting her lip as her body was already tensing up. It just felt too good---all that wonderful cock buried inside her.

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As she fantasized and dreamed of being permanently impaled upon the glorious length that was his cock, Darrus continued to fuck her with a merciless abandon. Her pants came out, muffled squeals against the ground. The large hybrid wolf-man was leaning in over her, and she felt teeth---sharp, wicked fangs on her neck. His bite did not draw blood, but it was forceful and commanding. He held her by the neck like an alpha bites the scruff of a bitch's neck. His hot breath lancing out across her skin and leaving it most and damp as his tongue slid across the nape of it, tickling and tasting her as she submitted to him entirely.

And then, when she was completely and utterly his, broken and fucked beyond recognition with her g-spot being thrust against, swollen girth filling her to her limits and then some, and the constant stimulation of her clit, did he come. It was explosive and violent. Filling her with a seed unlike that of man nor beast. A rush of fluids, creamy and hot. There was little room to fit that excess of release within her, and it messily leaked from around that swollen base trapped within her.

Grunting against her as that huge length spasmed and jerked. His pace slowed, but it did not stop, as more and more of his seed was milked into her. He tossed his head back and sighed. A deep, loud, masculine sound that was almost a howl before he started to laugh, and gave her ass a rough, echoing slap.

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The male's pace quickened, his thrusts coming harder and faster now---and it was just too much. Aria shattered, throwing her head back and letting out a wild, wailing moan as he fucked her. Inner walls clenched, milking his cock... but he didn't cum with her. He continued, his cock stroking in and out of her with an endurance her small frail body did not posses. She moaned and moaned, her hips giving an occasional spasm or buck, riding that knot buried inside her as pleasure swept her away. It lapsed over, orgasm ending... then began to rise up again, another wave---building swift as the first as he continued to fuck her so hard and deep.

Suddenly, though, she felt teeth biting down on her neck---making her tense, a whimper passing her lips as her eyes flickered with fear. Was he going to kill her now? No-... he just seemed to be holding her, she realized. It was definitely frightening at first, putting her on edge... but eventually she realized it was an alpha dominance thing... he was exerting his power over her... and she wasn't going to resist him. She quivered, actually finding herself further aroused by him as his textured tongue teased her neck, licking and stroking it until one entire side was damp.

Meanwhile, he had not ceased his movements inside of her. When she returned her attention she began once more to pant heavily and build towards another climax. It would not be the last, not by far---the wolf continued to fuck her for so, so long and so hard---his attention to her clit and g-spot relentless. As a nymph she was well known for a high libido, an intense desire for sex---to be satisfied multiple orgasms were needed---at least three. By the end, when he finally came, she'd had at least six... She wasn't even sure, she'd kind of lost count... or not so much lost count as lost her ability to form a single coherent thought. She just moaned and writhed beneath him, her eyes pretty much rolled back, her tongue lolling out just a bit. Fucked silly, some would say.

When he came, though, that hot torrent of seed spraying inside shocked her aware for a moment. She shrieked and bucked again beneath him, losing it one last time. Sex fisting and clenching, pulling the torrent of cum deep into her body. But there was only so much room... she felt it gushing out too, spraying on her thighs, dripping down her folds. It was an absolute mess. She hardly cared, just moaning, losing it to the pleasure he had brought her. This was, hands down, the best sexual experience of her life. Nothing even came close. No human had ever made her cum so hard, so often. Even after he came he did not stop thrusting, dragging out the most recent wave of pleasure sweeping through her.

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"Good girl. Now, you're coming back with me," The alpha werewolf was moving, cock tugging and shifting, rubbing along within her as his posture changed. She moved, with him. Locked together, albeit temporarily. One huge arm encircled around her hips, the other higher, coiling about her ribs, and she was hoisted up. He rose to his knees, then easily pulled himself to his feet. All the while, his cock flexed inside her cum-covered loins, remaining embedded inside her.

The curve of her back was pressed into his torso, her head able to rest against the powerful expanse of his chest that was more man than wolf. Broad pectoral muscles and human-like nipple that was more tanned flesh than thick fur. Every long, sweeping step he took made her bounce upon him as he walked with her back towards the Glade.

"I wonder if your little sisters have returned," he chuckle darkly. "I would like to fuck them, too, I think. If they are anything like you..." his large hand roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing and rudely plucking at one of her nipples that proudly stood out before her. But as he returned to the glade, it was empty. Still deserted, and rightfully so. They would not have returned. Besides, the sounds of his rough fucking of the nymph filled the forest for miles. They'd know what had happened.

By the time he returned, his cock had softened and the bulge diminished. He carried her over to a bed of leaves obscured by an outcropping of stone near the glade's waterfall and pushed her down, sliding her off his cock with a messy pop and smearing a mixture of their juices down across her thigh and ass. "Now, clean this mess you've made so I may rest," he purred, gesturing to the limp cock than huge all too casually between his legs, soaked to the base where fur was matted with the results of their wild union.

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Groaning softly, Aria nodded vaguely at his statement. Coming... yes coming. She was doing a lot of that. But wait... he was moving... shifting---she moaned out again, gently arching against his body as he held her trapped to his front while he got to his feet. She felt Darrus's cock rubbing, teasing inside her. Even though he had fucked her to exhaustion, as he moved, she felt her body responding, the pleasure flicking back to life within her overused loins. Aria moaned pitifully, exhausted but in heaven as he carried her, embedded on his thick rod, back to the clearing.

Her hands reached back, wrapping around behind his neck, and she leaned her head back against his chest, whimpering as he bounced, bounced, bounced her on his cock every step of the way---driving her towards orgasm even now. Every step a shock of pleasure racing up her spine. Her breasts jiggled and bounced with his steps---until he grabbed them and groped, making her mewl and squirm in his grasp---when he pinched down on one she gave a soft cry, bucking, and her inner walls clamped down, a final, weak orgasm breaking over her as he carried her through the deserted clearing.

Her eyes took in the deserted glade, her home, but were unseeing, glazed over with that just fucked hazy expression. Her sisters would never return. She would be cast out---seen as unclean. She had gone too far with this... and she didn't even care.

Moments later water was roaring in her ears and he was sliding her off his thick member---Aria gave a tired groan, collapsing soft and spent in the bed of leaves. Her eyes fluttered, closing---but slowly opened a moment later as his last request reached her tired mind. Giving a soft little nod she crawled over to him and curled around his groin, her small hands reaching out, grasping his length. She leaned close and began to lick at it, sucking the juices from the head, running her tongue up and down his shaft, licking up every drop of their juices. She was quiet, gentle, submissive---soft exhaustion draped over her like a heavy cloak. The minute she finished she released him and curled up close to him in the leaves---falling asleep in moments.

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The beast let her sleep, at least for awhile. A deep, restless, dreamless sleep no doubt. The kind that grips you and drags you down into it as you cave in to utter exhaustion. Aria would sleep until something tugged at her. Again. A bit more insistent this time. A hand around her ankle and was shaking her leg. A large hand, callouses on his palm and the pads of his fingers. And a voice. Familiar, yet different.

"I said wake up," the voice said again. Laying there near Aria was a man. A large, muscular man with a strong jaw, chiseled and squared, a deep tan and shaggy that was wet. Indeed, droplets of water glistened of the powerfully built man who wore not a stitch of clothing. He had just bathed himself in the stream that trickled away from the little waterfall she lay beside. Like her, he did not seem to notice his own nudity. He was lounging, one arm raised and bent behind his head. A leg lifted and bent, and of course his other hand gripping her dainty leg at it's end.

"I'm hungry, my bitch. Surely you and your sisters kept something around here to eat?" Darrus asked.

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Feeling the tugging on her leg hours later Aria stirred---then rolled over with a murmur and sank back into sleep. She was so tired. It felt like she had only been asleep a few moments. And why did she feel so sore-... oh... right... the werewolf. She smiled softly in her hazy half asleep state, dreamlike memories floating through her mind---but there was more tugging, insisting she wake. Aria sighed, opening her eyes, squinting in the bright morning light.

A familiar voice spoke out... a man laying next to her. A man? Not a werewolf, but a human male. She blinked, surprise flickering across her face, and slowly pushed herself up. He was handsome. The werewolf's human form? Unless last night was a dream... but no, she definitely felt like she'd been fucked for hours on end, it was too vivid to be dreams. So... everything yesterday had really happened. Had she agreed to stay with him? To be his? Aria blushed, looking down. From the way he spoke to her it seemed clear he felt he owned her.

"We ate berries from the bushes around the clearing, and apples from that tree." She answered softly, pointing out a small grove of apple trees on the other side of the stream. There was an abundance of food, if one knew where to look. "And my name is Aria." She added---not confrontationally, but like she clearly did expect him to change his terminology once he knew what to call her.


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Wendy caught Richard looking down her top at her breasts. It was only because she had been looking for the signs, but she was sure and her smile grew a little wider. She stepped closer again and straightened his neck tie and wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on her breasts; cupping and squeezing them. The mental image was enough to start her sex to moisten and nipples harden under the material of her tank... she fantasized about him playing with her breasts on a regular basis. "It's a surprise, Daddy. I'll show you it after dinner." She rose to her toes and kissed his cheek softly, "You should wash up, Daddy, Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes."

She turned around then, trying her best to not think about his telling her that he was going to start dating again. She had not liked the news; he was hers! He was the only man she would ever love and she knew that deep down, he loved her too. Still, the news had sent her into a panic and she had spent most of the following day with her horse and the woman who owned the stables where her horse was kept; trying to push her plans up to now, before he started seeing a woman who would never be worthy of his love. She had revealed her plans to Lynn,the stable owner, who was like a sister to her and supported her taboo love even though it was forbidden, she was such a wonderful person.

It wasn't like Wendy wasn't attracted to boys, she just knew that the one at home was the one that she wanted. That night, she had planned to make him see her as something besides his little girl. It's all going to change tonight, she was sure of it. The 16 year old picked up a wooden spoon and checked on the potatoes, absently wiping her hands on the back of her shorts. She paused and looked back over her shoulder, wondering if he was looking at her butt.

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Richard obeyed his daughter's directions and went down to his bedroom to splash some water on his face and change out of his work clothes, throwing on a tee shirt and jeans to replace the slacks, jacket, and button-up shirt he'd been wearing. The idea of looking his daughter's butt never occurred to him. She was his daughter, she was half his age, and he'd raised her alone since she was four, and saw her nearly every day. He knew intellectually that she was pretty, even beautiful, but he'd never really seen her as gorgeous, the way every guy who so much as glanced her way saw her. He himself was in pretty good shape. He was no Adonis, but after he'd emerged from his first years of hell at the firm, he'd worked hard to get his physique back. The tee shirt he was wearing was actually a little tight across his chest and loose at his belly, and showed off his biceps to maximum advantage, but he didn't seem to notice. His jeans also didn't do a lot to conceal the sizable bulge in the crotch; even his soft cock was a lot to handle. But he wasn't dressing with an agenda in mind; he just didn't think Wendy would care.

Once he'd changed he decided not to hover while she prepared the meal, and instead, took a seat in his favorite armchair and found the highlight video for the baseball game he'd missed on YouTube. The Mariners had mounted a late rally and won the game in the final innings. It was a shame he'd missed it, but he didn't often get to watch baseball except on weekends, because he couldn't stay up late for night games if he wanted to get a good night's sleep for work the next day. If he'd been paying attention, he would have realized that he had used Wendy's YouTube profile to look at the game, and most of her recommendations were tips on attracting the man of your dreams, but shortly after the video was over, before he could go browsing, Wendy announced the meal was ready, and he reached the table just as she was putting the plates she'd already loaded down. He was seated across from her. She leaned forward to get the salt, rather than asking him to pass it, giving him another (unintentional he was sure) look down her tank top and he quickly averted his gaze as soon as he realized what she'd been doing, but not before he got an eyeful of big, firm teenage tits. "So, how was your day, sweetie? Do you think you did okay on your Chemistry test?" he asked, putting butter on his mashed potatoes.

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Wendy watched Richard leave the kitchen and go to his room; her heart beat just a little faster as she watched his butt. With a soft sigh, she fanned herself and thought hard about her need to masturbate to thoughts of his admiring her boobs. God, she wanted his touch so bad that it ached!

She finished dinner and prepared two plates and sat them on the table before she got down glasses for the tea that she had made earlier that afternoon and poured two glasses. It was time for her first step, and she looked around for a moment before she slipped her hand into her shorts and touched herself; she had been aroused all afternoon and had resisted the idea of masturbating in hopes that he might help her with it later. When she pulled her fingers back out, she ran her damp fingertip around the rim of his glass and grinned mischievously before she finished setting the table. "Daddy, dinner's ready." she called out and settled into her seat to wait.

She had actually practiced the move for the salt and sat the shaker in the right place just for this moment. She smiled to her father and rose to get the salt shaker, the neck of her tank moved forward and gave a good view of her bare breasts before she could sit back down. She noticed that he was looking away and felt a thrill of excitement as she knew that he had seen her boobs.

As she ate, she tried to work up the courage for what she wanted to say and was about to open her mouth when he asked about her test, "I think that I did OK, Daddy, how is your case coming?" Wendy put her fork down and looked up at him; he looked good in that shirt, she thought idly for a moment, Finally, she took a deep breath, "Daddy, can I ask you a question?" She bit her lower lip for a moment and continued in a rush, just to force it out of her throat before she choked on it, "Can I be a nudist?" Before she could stop herself, she launched into an explanation, "Heather's whole family are nudist at home and they seem happy and it's no big deal for them and I wanted to see what it was like, it sounded really cool and since she's doing it, I thought that I could too."

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The question blindsided Richard, and for a moment he couldn't say anything. After a few moments he let out a breath. "I don't... think it's a good idea, sweetie." he said finally. "Anybody walking past could see you from the street if you were in the living room or the dining room." he said. Their yard had a privacy fence which meant that the kitchen, the backyard, and his study were free from prying eyes, but she wouldn't spend the majority of her time in the kitchen, and none in his study. It was getting warmer, so the backyard would be a place to go in the months to come, but it still made him uncomfortable.

"It may be 'no big deal' for Heather's family," he said at last. "But it's a big deal for me." he said. "I thought you liked all your clothes, all that time you spend shopping?" he asked. And occasionally she dragged him along on her weekends. He'd never really been able to say no to her when she really wanted him to go along. He had no idea how she could spend hours in a store, and buy nothing. When he needed to buy things, he'd have an idea of what he wanted, find it, buy it, and get out in fifteen minutes.

He didn't want to argue with her, he realized, so the flat out rejection couldn't be the end of his response to her. He cast about for something to ask her before she had a chance to protest his decision. To at last buy him some time and put off any argument he had to find something. "Where is this coming from all of a sudden?" he asked her finally. "I never knew you had any sort of interest in that lifestyle." he said.

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Wendy seemed to deflate, her blush ran all the way down and into her top. She had to look behind her, at the window outside with its curtains and blinds before she looked back at him, "Daddy, you would have to be standing on the front porch to see anything through the windows." She listened to his response and sighed, her eyes looking down at her plate, "It's not like I would go to the mall, or to school without clothes, Daddy, It would be even worse then with boys trying to---" she shook her head without finishing the sentence. She looked up at him for a moment before she dropped her eyes again, "I don't know if I'm interested or not, that's why i want to try it... Heather's head of the squad and it sounded cool and everybody keeps telling us that we shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies---that it's a work of art---the human body, I mean... I didn't think that you would be ashamed of it though."

There came a scratching at the back door; she rose and opened the door to let Rosco back inside; the Golden Retriever huffed as he passed her and padded over to lay under the table at his feet. Wendy came back and sat down again,waiting for her father's lecture. How was he ever going to see her as a woman without seeing her as a woman?

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That last comment actually cut to Richard's heart. He didn't want Wendy to think that her body was something to be ashamed of. She looked deeply embarrassed, which had not been his intention. Rosco came and lay down at his feet. He sighed and looked down at his food. He trusted his daughter not to do anything stupid or overly rebellious, didn't he? And she had put so much effort into the meal. Even if her intent had been to bribe him so that he'd give her what she'd asked for she'd certainly raised his spirits. He looked up at her and met her eyes pleading with him.

"All right." he finally said. "But there will be some rules." he added. "You can only be naked upstairs and in the back yard during the day." he told her. "You can be downstairs naked only to pass through to the back yard." he said. "Otherwise, you need to put on clothes. Once the blinds are closed, you can go anywhere in the house. If we have any guests over, you wear clothes, and so do they." he said. "If you break any of these rules, you'll lose the privilege. Is that understood?"

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Wendy's eyes shot up to his, her smile was slow, but as bright as the noon day sun as she hopped up from her chair and came around the table to hug him. "Thank you Daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Her arms wrapped about his shoulders and hugged him tightly; his features suddenly pressed into the valley between her breasts! She breathed deeply and let out a sigh, the outline of a hard nipple was nearly at eye level as she reluctantly let go of him. "Sorry Daddy." she said softly and stepped back, "I really did have a surprise, let me go and get it, I'll be right back."

The 16 year old trotted out of the kitchen and up to her room, returning a few minutes later wearing a cheerleader uniform. The top, complete with the team mascot over her breast was a halter top that stopped just below her breasts and left the mid drift bare to the short, pleated skirt that barely hid her butt; she was sans panties as she shook her pom-poms and called out, "Go Puma's!" The solid black outfit was broken only by golden embossing and panels of the skirt. "I got on the team!"

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Richard went a little bit red when his daughter stepped back, the first sign that he was a little embarrassed by something, but he quickly recovered his equilibrium. Wendy dashed to get a surprise, and he used the moment to recover his equilibrium. He took a sip of his beer and then turned to face the stairwell as he heard Wendy descending. The cheerleading uniforms would have been hard-pressed to be any more revealing then they were, he thought as the top obviously struggled to contain Wendy's assets. Her toned midriff was bare all the way down to the dip between her legs, and what passed for a skirt was barely more than a belt. It was also clear that Wendy wasn't wearing panties, so he had to be figuring that after he congratulated her, she would be starting her nudist experiment.

He wasn't crazy about Wendy showing off her body the way she would be in the cheerleading outfit, and about the men and boys who would be ogling her from the stands, and probably sidelines, and from the field, but he'd promised her that she could go out and become a cheerleader, and she'd worked hard. He owed it to her to be supportive. So he clapped and smiled. "Congratulations sweetie!" he said. "You should have told me trials were today. I would have stopped off and bought you something on the way home to celebrate." he said. "Like they were going to say 'no' to you!" he added. He meant because she was his perfect princess, but she also had a body that was absolutely built to be a cheerleader. She was in fantastic shape, had a perfect hourglass shape, just the right amount of muscle on her legs, arms, and abs to be visible, but not to detract from her femininity. Richard was conscious of this, but again, it was in an intellectual way. He still wasn't aware of Wendy as a woman, or anything other than his darling daughter.

"So what treat can I give you?" he asked, thinking to himself. "It's movie night tonight, and even though it's my turn, I'll let you pick any movie you want." he said. "And tomorrow night I'll take you out to dinner at any restaurant you choose." he told her. "Does that sound good?" he asked.

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Wendy smiled again at his support and compliments, "I wanted it to be a surprise and you don't have to get me anything, Daddy." she let her eyes roam his chest and biceps, "You look nice too Daddy.." she couldn't stop her eyes from dropping for just a moment to the bulge in his jeans; she felt a pulse of pure lust shoot from her heart straight to her pussy and tried hard to keep it off of her face; she was mostly successful as she flushed a little.

When he asked her what she wanted, she almost told him, 'In your bed.' but stopped herself at the last moment and looked at his lips. She smiled sweetly and in a teasing tone, she said, "My first kiss?" She giggled and reached out to rest her hand on his chest, "Knowing that you love me is all I could ever need, Daddy." Wendy stepped closer an wrapped her arms about him and rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she breathed deeply of his scent for long moments. "It all sounds good, Daddy." she said softly and smiled again.

She named a romantic comedy with an R rating for the movie and released him, "I'll get changed and make some popcorn, could you pull the blinds?" She took a step back before she turned for the stairs. Once she was out of sight, something black dropped to the floor as she climbed up to the second floor; it was her top. The skirt was in the upstairs hall.

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Richard moved over to the windows in the living room, closing the blinds. It was entirely dark outside by that point, though that wouldn't be true much longer, as winter was rapidly turning into spring. He found the movie Wendy had requested. It looked more or less like a typical romantic comedy. Boy meets girl, boy and girl try not to get together, boy and girl get together, guy or girl screws it up, guy or girl repairs it, guy and girl end up together. But stretched out over 142 minutes. Richard didn't mind romantic comedies. Once you knew the formula they required no more brainpower than your average action movie, and it was interesting to see the way each movie flipped the formula around. That this one was rated "R" suggested Wendy might not have seen it, though there was no question she could pass for 18 without needing to show ID. He wondered how he would have reacted if she'd suggested something like '50 Shades of Grey', even if her intention was to mock it. He was glad she hadn't sprung that one, or something like that, on him yet.

He wasn't stupid, he reflected as he went over and nudged the thermometer up a couple of degrees. (If he was going to let his daughter walk around naked, she might as well be comfortable.) He knew that Wendy was a teenager, awash with hormones. She was, fortunately, better educated on how to deal with them than he or her mother had been when they'd been her age and fucking on a daily basis. He'd had 'the talk' with Wendy when she had turned 13, and if anything, he'd been just as red-faced and embarrassed as she was. It was one of the more difficult discussions he'd ever had with her. Fortunately, Washington state schools were better about sex education than the majority of the country, and she knew more about sex at her age than he had known until he was in his 20s.

And the culture was changing noticeably too. The word "masturbation" which had practically been taboo in mainstream culture in 2006 was suddenly making its way into popular movies and TV shows in 2022. And women were doing it in the shows too, instead of it being the "dirty, disgusting" purview of men alone. And if it had really made hair grow on your palms, one Richard Stone would have had very hairy palms indeed. He'd used an eccentric aunt (his oldest of three older sisters, Alicia) to gift Wendy with a six-inch dildo she probably thought he didn't know about, and he couldn't be certain she hadn't acquired more. It wasn't like he'd ever had any cause to search her room, and he'd always made it very clear that if she respected his privacy, he would respect hers. She didn't snoop in his room or study (not that there was anything to discover in either one) so he didn't snoop in hers.

And finally, unlike his puritanical parents, he didn't care if Wendy looked at porn, or read smut, or anything like that. He'd given her a laptop for her fifteenth birthday, and had never tried to install any spyware or enable any parental controls on what she used it for. He didn't know if his daughter masturbated, used sex toys, or watched porn, but he suspected, that as she was a teenager, she did all three. And maybe if he'd had that education, that outlet when he'd been her age, he wouldn't have had Wendy. He adored his daughter. He wouldn't trade her for anything in the world, but it had ruined her mother's life, and her absence, coupled with his busy work schedule in her formative years had led to some hard times for Wendy and him. But she had learned independence, and now he was doing everything he could to make up for lost time. Now, by sacred tradition, one weekend night a week was movie night, no matter how busy they were with other things and they alternated picks. He usually picked older movies that were classic movies loaded with pop culture references. Movies like Indiana Jones, Star Wars, Die Hard, and older classics like Casablanca and the Wizard of Oz. Her movie picks tended to be more modern, but they both enjoyed most of the movies they watched. He'd also start going to more sporting events where his daughter would be cheerleading to show his support for her. And meets, competitions. He couldn't possibly get to everything, but he'd do his best. He could hear popping now, that meant Wendy had made it downstairs during his reverie and was working on the popcorn in the kitchen. "Don't forget the extra butter and salt! And napkins!" he called to her in the kitchen.

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Wendy's 'change' had taken far less than a minute as she pealed herself out of the cheerleader uniform; the usually neat young woman had left the pieces in the floor along the way in her hurry to let her father see her in her natural state; a woman with a woman's needs for love and she would do anything to make him happy... except for giving up.

She was glad for the respect that not being monitored had given her; if daddy had snooped in her room, or even worse, her laptop, there could be no doubt y that he could of missed her interest in father/daughter relationships. She was frequently on Literotica, reading the many stories about incest and daughters giving up everything for the man that she loved. After that, there was a forum and chat rooms that were devoted to the subject that she was active on. She had learned a lot from those sites and fueled her fantasies.

When her aunt had given her the dildo, she had been red faced with embarrassment and had hidden the toy deep in the back of her dresser and never used it. Instead, after a deep conversation with Lynn, she had quietly gotten a butt plug; men seemed to like butt stuff and she wanted to be prepared for daddy's desires. She didn't wear it all the time, but she had put it in that afternoon as a surprise and liked the full feeling that it created. It was top of the line, complete with a jewel at the base and a vibrator for extra stimulation---she lover that function and it was virtually silent while in her butt.

Wendy popped the popcorn, got the butter and salt, a beer for him and a sprite for herself and walked down the hall to the living room. She paused just out of sight and asked, "Are the blinds closed, Daddy" With his answer, she took a deep breath and stepped into the entrance, as naked as the day she was born. "Here I come." Wendy's figure was that of a woman older than her 16 years, from her D-cupped tear drop shaped breasts to the narrow landing strip above her folds and her long legs. With all the courage that she could muster, she walked over to the couch and settled down next to him her legs were puled up in that position men all over the world were attracted to, and leaned against him as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Is this OK, Daddy?"

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Richard involuntarily turned his head when Wendy said "Here I come." As she came into view, what he had known intellectually, that his daughter was a full-grown woman moved from the back of his mind to the front, and kicked the view he still had of her as his 'little girl' firmly out of its place. She reminded him of her mother, but with a grace and poise that her mother had never possessed, with larger breasts, a narrower waist, wider hips, and a groomed pussy. There was more muscle on her frame as well. Her mother had been small-boned and fragile, while Wendy was small-boned and healthy.

And good, God, she was beautiful. She combined every feature of every porn star he most enjoyed for one or two features on a single body, and he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that not one part of her was surgically or chemically enhanced. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And damn it all, she was his daughter and he should not be thinking like that. When she sat down next to him in that pose and leaned her head against him, he imagined he could hear his heart beating in his head.

"It's okay, sweetie." he said, hoping his voice sounded normal, and hoping that in the low lighting, she didn't notice the way his cock jumped in his jeans. "Ready to start the movie?"

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Wendy smiled up at him and Mmmm Hmmmed as she shifted a little and placed her hand on his chest while she got comfortable; all too aware of how close that he was and how it was making her nipples stand at attention. Fortunately, she thought that it was too dark to see them, regardless of how sensitive that they were at that moment. the softly vibrating plug may of been a mistake as it was distracting and kept her folds moist and her clit tingled from the stimulation... as the movie started, she looked up at him again and spoke softly, "I love you Daddy."

Over the next hour, she tried to remain still, to keep her thighs together and, she hoped, hide the scent of arousal that came from her pussy. Despite her best efforts, her breathing grew quicker as the plug did its job on her nerves. her hand absently caressed his chest through the T-shirt. She wished desperately that he would touch her, kiss her silly; She was so heated by being so close to her heart's desire that she ached for it. The movie was rumored to have an erotic scene that was better than 50 Shades. When it started, Wendy let out a soft "Oh." she took a deep breath and turned to face him and rose up to her knees; leaning in, she kissed her father lightly on the lips.

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"I love you too, Sweetie." Richard responded to Wendy, and he relaxed as something approaching normalcy returned. In the dimness, he could pretend that she was fully clothed and snuggling up against him just like she usually did. His cock returned to normal and he brushed off his brief arousal as simple animal instinct, surprise at seeing a beautiful young woman in the nude. He sat back to watch the movie, scooping a bowl of popcorn for himself and adding a little bit of extra melted butter and sprinkling salt on it.

Fortunately for Wendy, the smell of popcorn did mask the smell of her arousal, even after the popcorn was finished, the scent lingered. Richard was doing his best, but he was starting to fall asleep, the movie was less interesting than the ones Wendy usually picked. He had almost completely drifted off by the time the sex scene Wendy was waiting for arrived, and when he was kissed lightly on the lips he briefly started to kiss back, then realized that wasn't something he was dreaming about, that was really happening.

His eyes snapped open and he leaned away from Wendy to break their kiss. This overbalanced her and he fell back on the couch with her on top of him, her head winding up right about the level of his neck, her pussy against his thigh, and his cock, surging back to life poking into her side, though he seemed not to notice. "Wendy, what are you doing!?" he asked loudly.


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Craig straightened up the worn vest he'd put on that morning to help stave off the cold. He owned exactly two vests, two shirts and one pair of pants, and though he washed them in the river twice a week, they were too old and threadbare to ever really be called respectable.

He sat his guitar down and looked around. No one had dropped money in his guitar case for over an hour. One man had offered him a coffee, but when Craig had tried to thank him, the man had whispered that they could go somewhere more private for that and then winked in a way that left Craig with no doubt as to what the man wanted.

He'd seen that look far too often and he wasn't going back to that kind of life. He'd managed to take a few odd jobs and make enough playing his old guitar and singing on the street corner to survive, and hadn't had to sell himself for nearly a year now. It wasn't exactly the type of record a man should be proud of, but since he'd been used as nothing more than a sex toy for more than half his life, a year tended to feel like something special.

A gust of wind made him shiver and wonder if he would possibly manage to save up for a coat at this rate. His hair, dark brown and hanging just to his shoulders, provided a little protection for his ears, so he'd been having a hard time all morning trying to keep his teeth from chattering as he sang. A meeting or conference seemed to have let out at the hotel just down the street from him; a rather swank hotel that had tried to have him arrested more than once for loitering, as a large group of people were suddenly heading his way. Craig quickly picked up his guitar again and started singing.

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Oh, how Thresh hated these men. He hated the way they looked at him, as if he was undeserving of his position, though he was undoubtedly the only one there who had earned his riches through his own hard work. He hated their attitudes, believing their birth to be a sign that they were more worthy of everything than the people they walked past every day, people dying, forced to whoring and begging. And of course, they hated him in return. But they feared him as well.

He was Sir Thresh Beaudin, knighted by the queen for his services, owner of practically half the city. He was rich, powerful, and young. Only twenty, in fact.

The sound of a guitar pulled him from his thoughts, and his eyes drifted over to the source. Not only the instrument, but singing as well. He found himself moving over to the man, noticing that he wasn't the only one. One of the men he had just been in the conference in was heading towards him, undoubtedly intending to berate the man for daring to show his tattered self in this part of the city. Thresh cleared his throat, the man turned, seeing something in the man's eyes that was only there for a moment, and he attempted to make a composed retreat.

"You have a lovely voice." Thresh smiled, charming from the very beginning.

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Craig's shoulder's automatically hunched as he heard someone near him. He was half expecting a blow to the side of the head or a kick to the ribs---wouldn't be the first for either---but instead, he was met with a compliment. His dark blue eyes lifted to the man's face and he gave a tentative smile. The man was obviously rich and quite handsome; the type of man that rarely gave him a second look, let alone a pleasant one.

"I... thank you," he said nervously. He hesitated for a moment, but didn't want the man to leave just yet. He was too nice to look at. "You're the first person to talk to me today. That means you can request a song... if you want to, that is..."

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Thresh smiled brightly, tilting his head a little as he thought. A light would come into his eyes as an idea struck him, and he happily chirped out the name of a lullaby, likely one sung to him as a child. While his mother was gone, and had been for some time, his memory of her was clear, and time had healed the wound, so only fond memories remained. The lullaby was quite well known, and simple, so Craig would have no difficulty singing it.

A money bag hung at his waist, so simple that it stood in stark contrast to the rest of his attire, almost as if begging to be stolen. It was, in fact, a small game he liked to play with the children of the street. The coin inside was a pittance, to one like himself, but to a hungry child on the streets, it was a meal, drink, and perhaps a blanket to wrap themselves in at night. The game was, simply but, to take the bag while avoiding his ever watchful eyes. Inn a way, he was training them, giving the skills to pilfer the other rich of the town without being caught. Police would often leave thieves such as this bruised, battered and hungry on the streets; ultimately causing the deaths of many.

For now, however, he simply fingered the bag idly as he listened, intending to empty it for the man when the lullaby was finished.

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Craig knew the lullaby well, if only because he'd heard mothers sing it to their children at night as he walked along the streets. His voice rang out, clear and steady, as his fingers strummed his guitar.

He smiled up at the man before him as he sang, wondering what kind of life he had, what he did for a living, what he was doing here, taking time to listen to a street beggar when he obviously had better things to do. He wondered this about most of the people he saw as they passed him by, but the curiosity was deeper for this man for reasons Craig couldn't explain.

Still, he kept singing, hoping the man liked his voice enough to leave a coin or two. When he finished, he finally looked away, patted his guitar a little, then nodded. "I hope you liked that, Sir," he said somewhat shyly, surprised when a couple of people he hadn't even noticed began clapping, but then walked away, leaving him nothing. "I hope it reminded you of a good time in your life."

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Thresh smiled brightly in response, his hand leaving it's position for a moment to clap lightly as well. "It most certainly did..." His hand moved back to the coin bag again, and he jumped slightly in surprise as he knocked another, smaller hand. Instinctively, he gripped the young boy's wrist, firm, but gentle, and he chuckled as he looked down at him. "Hello again, Jeremy." The boy squirmed, embarrassed that he had been caught, especially in such a public place. But Thresh standing there, fascinated by the singer had been a perfect opportunity. Or so it had seemed, at any rate.

The boy looked almost heartbroken as the small bag of coin was handed not to him, but to Craig. However, Thresh gave him a reassuring pat on the head as his hand reached up into his shirt, pulling out instead a small note, likely worth more than the coin in the bag, if only by a little. The boy's eyes lit up, and Thresh chuckled lightly. "Make sure you look after your sister. Now off you go."

"Thank you, sir." The boy mumbled, scurrying away as Thresh made shooing motions with his hands. It looked like he might leave, then, but a thought occurred to him and he turned back to look at Craig. "Have you ever done a duet?"

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Craig winced as he saw the man's hand close around the young boy's wrist, but the man didn't break it as Craig had seen happen on more than one occasion. He was impressed by the whole situation---not that that mattered much to anyone, but he had to admire the man before him. Not often did one meet someone as handsome and kind as the gentleman standing there handing him a bag full of coins. Kindness wasn't something Craig had seen a lot of, neither had the child who'd just been given enough money to likely feed himself and his sister for days.

Who was this man and why had he stopped? Speechless, Craig barely managed a thank you, then jumped when he heard the question. "I... no one has ever asked me to, but I would it," he answered before he even had time to think. "Name any song you like, and I'll do my best to keep up with you..."

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Thresh smiled widely, an innocent expression, free of the corruption so plain on many of the others' faces. "Well, we can't do it here." He chuckled lightly. "I play the piano, and I can't carry that around with me." He looked down at a poignant grumble from his stomach, "maybe we should get some food, first, though. I've been stuck in that meeting for hours."

Of course, he had no idea how the man might construe his offer, his intentions were completely pure. He'd not been interested in sex so far, and it was unlikely that was going to change today. "I can cook us some lunch, if you'd like, my home isn't far." He stood there, looking hopeful. It would be nice to have a guest in his house again, after so long.

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Craig laughed softly and blushed a little, though he was startled out of his embarrassment by the offer of a real meal. He wondered if he was being played, or if the man just wanted sex, but somehow, he didn't get that from him. The man was obviously rich, but seemed kind too.

Oh, well, he thought as he put his guitar away and got to his feet. If the man turned out to be an ax murderer, it wouldn't be the first time he'd been wrong about someone. And if he had to sleep with the man to fill his stomach, well, that wouldn't be a first either. It had been a long while since he'd had to do that, but a man had to eat.

"I thought you were meant you wanted to sing with me," he said as he stood beside the man, his guitar case and the small duffel bag that contained all his belongings in his hands. He smiled nervously and met the man's gaze. "But your idea sounds a lot better."

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Thresh smiled, a light flush on his cheeks. "Oh heavens no, my mother had a wonderful voice, but it seems it might be the sort of thing to skip a generation." For a moment he looked crestfallen, and a little ashamed of himself. "And how would she think of me, forgetting my manners. Asking you to lunch and not even telling you my name?" He smiled again soon, however, brightening up. He wasn't even sure if she would mind such a lapse, she had been such a forgiving woman, but he still strove to do his best, with people who deserved it, anyway.

"I am Sir Thresh Beaudin, may I know your name?" He smiled brightly. Many people knew of him, and there were many rumors of him being insane. Most of these were started, however, by other rich men who didn't like him. Thresh may be a little odd, standing outside the conventional social circles, but he was most definitely still sane. His kindness was also well known, among the urchins of the street if nowhere else.

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Craig couldn't help it... he liked this man who was going out of his way to be nice to him. He was sure it was all an act and there would be a price to pay later. It was the way the world worked.

His eyes widened at the name. Craig had heard rumors about the man, both good and bad. He was rumored to be kind and generous as well as eccentric and a bit intimidating. He'd never heard of the man actually taking someone home and demanding sex, so at least that was a little bit of a relief. Still, he wasn't totally without suspicion. A man didn't live most of his life on the street, struggling just to eat every day and not learn to be suspicious of everyone.

"I'm Craig," he said, offering his hand. "And it's my pleasure to meet you, Sir Beaudin."

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Thresh smiled brightly, taking Craig's hand with his own and shaking it, his grasp firm but still gentle. In truth, he wasn't a fan of touching people, but years of needing to shake the hands of men he, quite honestly, found despicable, had forced him to master the art. And since he actually liked Craig, it was quite pleasant in comparison, he didn't even feel the compulsion to wipe his hand on his suit. "You can call me Thresh, Craig."

He smiled brightly then turned to go, fully expecting Craig to follow. His home wasn't far away, and while Craig's appearance in the neighborhood got a few looks, the sight of Thresh leading him fully explained it, and so it was largely ignored. He opened the door and lead him inside. The house was one of the smallest in the area, and the least decorated. There was also a distinct air of only having one occupant, unlike many of the maid and servant inhabited houses surrounding it. Thresh had tried to have maids and assistants, but they eventually decided the money wasn't worth dealing with his eccentricities.


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Jaxton couldn't blame Ollie for being a light weight. Hell, if anything it made his job easier. Less alcohol for the job, meant more alcohol for later jobs! Jaxton wasn't even feeling a buzz, for the shitty little shot wouldn't do much to the veteran drinker, who'd been taking sips of beers and vodka concoctions since his sophomore homecoming dance. No, it wasn't Ollie's fault. It was Jaxton's, the trickster. Though, Ollie did have a certain control over the situation. As much as he wanted himself pleased, Jaxton wanted to see Ollie squirming in childish delight at a very adult action. Thus, when he felt Ollie's slender hips moving in his grasp, he couldn't help but to squeeze in pulsating grasps at the slender pointed hips.

He continued to knead and flex his hands over the hips until Ollie mentioned the word. Pants. Damn it, he wanted them off! He curled his hands around the fabric and started to tug on the denim, before he reached up and sloppily undid the boy's button and zipper. Then, standing to get leverage, he slowly worked the pants down around the boy's knees. Eventually, they too pooled on the floor next to Ollie's shirt.

Now standing over Ollie, Jaxton looked down at the helpless little form on his couch, wriggling against the fabric. Then, that's when he noticed it, Ollie's budding erection, before the boy moved down to hide it. With a little grin, Jaxton sank back down on the couch. "I'll help you, baby. I'll help, don't you worry about that." He rotated his hips, letting the fabric grind against his own aroused crotch. This made him, suddenly, reach out and take Ollie's slender wrists in his hands, tossing them away from the boy's crotch. "Mmm. Looks like you need it too." That's what Jaxton paused.

"I think I've got something to cool you down faster than a shower." He told Ollie, as he allowed his fingertips to caress along the skin just above the waistband of Ollie's boxers. "Just relax." Then, lifting off the couch, Jaxton crossed into the kitchen. He got into the cabinet for a small glass, like a glass that would usually hold a warm scotch drink. Though, he instead took the glass and got into the freezer. A handful of cubes clinked into the glass and he shut the freezer door. Crossing back, he took a seat back between Ollie's legs and sat the glass down on the small table that was stationed about a foot away from the couch.

"How's this?" He asked, taking a cube into his hand, and allowing the edge of it to lightly trace along the same path his fingers had once crawled---the skin just above Ollie's boxer line. The cube instantly chilled the skin and left a slippery, cold line of melted cube. Jaxton sighed out a breath, as he continued to run the cube along Ollie's stomach, up to his chest.

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Ollie had no idea how easily had been played to reach this point; in his mind he had simply shared a pleasant drink with his new friend and was doing what people normally did when they visited people's homes. Of course, he'd never ventured out with anyone before and was awkward at the best of times, meaning he had little idea what was normal. Jaxton could likely tell him anything, and the boy would simply believe it, especially given his drunken state. "Ahh..." His breath hitched quietly as he felt the hands squeeze his slender, almost feminine hips, his eyes opening just enough to peer downwards as Jaxton shifted to remove his pants.

His slender legs stretched out to ease the process, smooth and untouched by anyone before now and he sighed quietly in relief at the cool air that washed over his now bare skin, a small smile lingering upon his features. "Thanks... Jaxton..." He murmured quietly, running his tongue over slightly flushed lips, peering at the older student as he sank down upon the couch once again.

His gaze dropped to the other boy's hips as they were rolled forward, cheeks flushing darkly with the motion before he gasped sharply as his wrists were taken firmly and tugged away from his arousal, leaving him blinking quietly in surprise. "Nngh... n-need it...? I don't know wh-what you mean... what do I need?" Ollie murmured quietly, tilting his head to one side as messy hair hung over his features attractively.

A small gasp passed between his lips as those finger toyed over his slender stomach, just brushing the line of his boxers and he closed his eyes once again with a small mewl of pleasure, nodding simply as he was told to relax. "Y-Yeah... okay..." He waited as Jaxton vanished briefly into the kitchen to get whatever he thought would cool him down, only blinking his eyes open again when the boy returned.

"Mm... what have you got...?" Ollie tilted his head, peering up at his schoolmate who sat between his spread legs. The sudden sensation of ice upon his body brought a loud gasp from his lips, his hips jerking upward rather violently in surprise. "A-Ahh... cold..." He shuddered and bit hard upon his lower lip, feeling the cube travel over his lower stomach and leaving the trail of water in its wake. He couldn't help but writhe against the couch and nudge his hardening cock unconsciously against Jaxton's arm as the cube trailed up towards his chest. "Jaxton...! it feels... good... why does it...?" He lifted a hand to place a finger between his teeth, gently biting down upon the digit as he squirmed against the other boy's touch.

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Jaxton was trying hard not to touch his hardening cock. He wanted to wait. He wanted to feel the rush of release when Ollie could see it. He needed it, though, and fast. The way Ollie was bucking his erection against his arm and the way that the young boy gasped made Jaxton's cock throb.

So, without a word, he continued to allow the cube to melt all over Ollie's chest and stomach. He even brought the cube to circle and tease against Ollie's sweet nipples. "It feels good because you're hot. It's cooling you down." He replied, as he continued to bathe Ollie with the cube. Once it melted completely, some of the water having rolled off Ollie's front and down his exposed sides, Jaxton breathed. "You too cold? I can fix it if you are." Now, his hands were placed again on Ollie's hips. He was slowly rocking his own hips, to force his erection against the cloth of his pants.

"Please let me fix it." He begged. This way, Ollie couldn't claim it was completely non-consensual.

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Ollie released a soft whine of pleasure as he felt the ice cube slide higher up his chest to circle around a hardened nipple, his back arching upward from the couch into the powerful sensation. He didn't understand why it felt so strangely good, why something so cold could make him feel so very hot and his hands twisted where they rested above his head to grip the pillow tightly. "Jaxton... but I still... I don't know how I feel... h-hot and cold..." He panted heavily, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed down towards the older boy, lightly biting his lower lip.

He shuddered as he felt those hands again grip his slim hips, writhing slightly into the touch and nodding his head quickly without thinking exactly what he was agreeing to as Jaxton strangely pleaded with him to let him help, swallowing a thick lump down his throat. "Y-Yes... yes, please... f-fix it; I'm confused..." His cock ached against the thin fabric of his boxers, now obviously stretching the material even as his cheeks were flushed with a combination of arousal and embarrassment, a hand sliding down to again fiddle with his glasses.

"Can you... d-do something...?" He asked quietly, shuffling up slightly higher against the pillow and parting his thighs a little wider as if to welcome the other student moving closer to him.

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That was it. That was all Jaxton needed, was one little yes, and he was in like sin. Literally. As Ollie questioned his feelings and the situation, what Jaxton could do for him, the older male looked down on the body below him. Ollie was helpless, but writhing deliciously upon his couch, his legs spread. Jaxton watched Ollie's erection twitch slightly against the thin fabric that it strained against. He wanted to see that innocent cock, his soft sac and the forbidden fruit of his (expectantly) virgin pucker.

Instead, with a deep breath, Jaxton leaned down and began to slowly lap the cool liquid from Ollie's flesh. He licked along the waistline, up his breast, to each nipple. He took each nipple between his teeth, gently, pinching slightly before sucking on the nub. He nursed each nipple, before allowing his mouth to come to Ollie's collar bone.

His hands pressed hard on Ollie's hips, pinning him into the couch. Then, he bit down on Ollie's sweet flesh, leaving the first mark, as he pinched and sucked on the skin that covered the boy's collar bone. Leaning over Ollie like this, their erections easily bumped. Jaxton offered a moan.

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Ollie closed his eyes with a loud whine as he felt the tongue run over his stomach, his hips arching upward into the pleasured touch. No one had ever touched him in such a way before, the drunken haze keeping the boy from wondering just how right it was that he let himself get into such a situation with someone he barely knew and making him feel only the desire for more. His heart thudded wildly against his chest as Jaxton slid further upward towards his perked nipples. He gasped loudly as teeth closed around one, arching from the couch to deepen the touch as a hand moved to tightly grip one of Jaxton's shoulders, his breath echoing in heavy pants.

"Nngh...! Jaxton...!" He whimpered hotly and tilted his head back as those lips drifted higher still towards his collarbone. The hands pinned him tot he couch and he writhed slightly against the grip, shaking his head weakly. "I-I can't... move... I---ah..." His weak protests were silenced abruptly as the other boy bit down upon his throat, a sharp cry of pained pleasure echoing through the room as his head tilted back to bury deeper into the pillow, running his tongue hotly over his lips.

Then came the brush of their clothed erections together and Jaxton's moan was echoed by Ollie's as he rocked his hips upward, his eyes half-lidded and slightly glazed as he shuddered with pleasure, his cock throbbing within his boxers as a small bead of precum could be seen seeping through the fabric to make a small dark patch in the fabric. "I-It's hot... Jaxton..."

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Jaxton loved Ollie. He loved the feel of the boy's flesh on his flesh, the taste of his skin and the way that he responded to his touches. None of his previous partners had ever given him that kind of satisfaction before. Jaxton could feel sweat rolling down his own hairline, down his neck. Still completely clothed, Jaxton also felt hot and he needed relief.

And when Ollie exclaimed that he couldn't move, Jaxton's cock gave a hungry twitch. He wanted it like this, to see Ollie bound and unable to do anything but sub come to his advances. This was perfect, too perfect almost. He again allowed his cock to rub against Ollie's. "You want me to cool it down for you, baby?" He asked, voice husky and low.

"Beg for it, if you want it." Jaxton allowed his right hand to snake up the side of Ollie's neck, caressing his skin gently. Then, up into his hairline. His fingertips quickly harnessed a large gather of Ollie's hair, jerking his head back to expose his neck. "Beg." Jaxton demanded, as he bit for the first time into the virgin flesh of Ollie's throat, sucking roughly on the side of his jugular.

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He had never felt such a powerful heat before and his hips strained weakly against Jaxton's firm grip as he tried to rock into those above in a desperate attempt to feel the same shudder of pleasure run through his body once again. His slender features were flushed a delicate shade of pink, lips several shades darker as he panted hotly, struggling to regain his breath back. "Mmn... I... I want it... please... I c-can't... cool down..." He whimpered softly, his eyes hooded behind slender spectacles as he still remained ignorant as to exactly what he was asking for. Perhaps if he wasn't drunk he would have said no, would have seen that this was wrong, but as it was he couldn't think beyond his need for release.

"H-Huh?" He blinked slowly, confusion in his gaze as he was told to beg, his head tilting towards the hand that slowly caressed his neck and upwards into his dark brown hair. He release a sound close to a purr, arching into the touch before suddenly the fingers curled inwards to tightly grip the back of his hair and jerk his head backwards to expose the smooth curve of his throat. "Ahh...! Jaxton...!" Ollie whimpered quietly, the pricks of pain running over his scalp as his hair was pulled before again the demand that he beg echoed through his ears and he swallowed thickly.

"P-Please... please..." The boy whined softly, only to cry out loudly at the firm bite to his neck, his body jerking at the harsh sensation as Jaxton sucked almost hungrily upon his skin. His slender frame writhed beneath the taller one and he bit his lower lip, a hand moving to weakly press against the older student's shoulder. The bit hurt and he whimpered quietly, shaking his head. "Please... please I w-want... to f-feel... cooler... please... d-don't..."

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Where his head was located, locked by teeth at Ollie's neck, the submitting boy's breath was hot against his ear. He could hear every little whimper and pant coming from his victim, and that's exactly what Ollie was. His victim. His prey. He was going to take Ollie, all that he had, and make it his own. And the worst part? Ollie gave him permission.

With a slight gasp, Jaxton released his grip on Ollie's neck, a strand of saliva momentarily connecting Ollie's neck to Jaxton's swollen bottom lip. As he sat up, he intentionally allowed his crotch to bump Ollie's one final time. Once sitting straight up, Jaxton moved to quickly remove his own shirt, letting it pile up on the floor near Ollie's. He then undid his jeans and stood from the couch. Here, he dropped his jeans, but did not drop his underwear, which were a slate gray pair of boxers.

"These have to come off," He cooed down to Ollie, as he tugged at his boxers. "Anyway, I want to see what you're hiding there." Jaxton's finger slowly traced down the bulge. Carefully, he pulled off Ollie's underwear, marveled by the sight of his cock. It was beautiful. In that instant, he felt powerful, confident. He tore off his own underwear. His cock, cut and about eight inches, was thick with blood. His pubic hair was trimmed and very managed. He took great care in his body, especially his privets.

Slowly, but still slightly out of breath, Jaxton repositioned himself on the couch. "Come here, baby." With his knees slightly wider than previous, he took Ollie's hips and pulled him closer. When he lowered Ollie, the boy's legs would be straddling him and his ass would be directly at crotch height. But, Jaxton leaned forward so that when he lowered Ollie, the boy's plush cheeks were positioned on his hard stomach. Ollie could feel Jaxton's erection poking every so often at his back. From this angle, Jaxton could see Ollie's sweet pucker, and Ollie was nearly lying on his shoulders. Jaxton, without taking his eyes off of Ollie's crotch, reached over and snatched another slender ice cube.

Carefully holding it between his fingers, he lowered the tip of the cube until it touched down on Ollie's anus. Jaxton, smirking, swirled the cube about the tight ring of muscles. "Hmmm... feel good?"

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Ollie whined loudly when teeth pulled away from his throat, a hand moving to rest gently against the reddened mark that would soon darken to a deep purple bruise; a direct mark of some twisted ownership Jaxton felt he had over him. It ached, heat radiating from the point as a soft whimper escaped his flushed lips and he shook his head. "I-It hurt... why did... it hurt...?" His voice was stuttered, distant and unfocused as he remained unmoving save his trembled upon the couch, blinking upwards at the loss of pressure above him as the older boy slid from the sofa to begin removing his clothing.

The younger boy's eyes widened slightly at the toned figure that was revealed to him, lightly biting his lower lip with a small sigh of pleasure. If there were any doubts regarding his sexuality, the darkening of his eyes would sweep away any uncertainty even as a small giggle passed between his lips and he turned away with a small shuffle. "Mmmn... wh-why are you... are you having a shower too...?" He murmured quietly, tilting his head to one side before Jaxton again joined him upon the couch and he gasped sharply as the hand brushed over the bulge in his boxers.

"Nngh...! W-wait... I... ahh..." He blushed deeply as the boxers were removed down slender legs to expose his hardened cock that rested heavily against his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut once again as Jaxton followed suit to expose his own aching erection. It was clear how embarrassed the boy was, but he was given no time to adjust before he was tugged closer once again and squirmed weakly against the controlling grip.

He slid upwards, his body tensing as he felt the hardness brush against his back, leaving a slight trail of wetness over his pale skin. Jaxton didn't stop however, and he whimpered as he shifted yet higher until his hips rested upon the other boy's chest. His virginal opening was tight, hot and Ollie tried to cover himself with his hands as the cub was brought towards his entrance. He couldn't stop Jaxton however, and he gasped loudly as the frozen ice ran over the tight ring, his hips arching closer with a low whimper.

"Ahh... a-ah, it's... it's cold...!" Ollie bit hard upon his lower lip, the cube melting quickly beneath the heat of his body as his opening twitched at the attention.


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It was hard not to notice tall, dark and stubbly when he walked into the bar, even in her current frame of mind. It was his looks that caught her attention at first but Evangeline couldn't help but notice he moved a little differently than the sort that generally came in here and when he went straight to the bar and started peeling off bills, she knew something was up. More than something... her gut told her that somehow, she was involved. She felt a flutter of panic mixed with aggravation. What was he, a journalist? A groupie? Some egghead trying to get his doctorate off her filthy father and thinking she could fill in some blanks? She supposed it didn't matter. The important thing was that he cover was blown. Somebody sold her to at least two people and now she had no choice but to run. Not that she could do that just now as the guy who'd been flashing the money came straight over to her table. Of course.

She watched him as he approached, her face a mask, her eyes which were not the optimistic blue of a sunny sky but the deep blue of a storm cloud gave nothing of her thoughts away. She glanced at the ID he produced but pretended not to give it much consideration as she pulled her beer close to her again, wrapping both hands around it in an unconsciously defensive gesture. A PI. That didn't make her feel any better. He could be working for anyone.

"Well, Hamilton, I have to give you credit, that's a hell of a line. You get points for originality," she said and took a sip of her beer, grateful for now she was able to keep her hands from shaking. "However, it's always more than a little creepy when a stranger pulls your name out of thin air... has a stalkery kind of feeling to it so I think I'll pass. Pat yourself on the back for creativity though."

The look she gave him was something of a challenge though she knew he wouldn't be deterred. He'd gone to too much trouble to find her. The few years of privacy she'd been able to enjoy were over the only question now was how long it would take to ditch him so she could get the hell out of town.

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Without an invitation, Hamilton gently pulled the seat across from her out from the table, and slowly sat down. She hadn't bolted. He was glad for that, at least. He didn't want a scene, and he didn't want to have to chase her around. She wasn't 'dressed' for a run, but he preferred to avoid it altogether. He gave her a crooked smile, one that lit up his face in a handsome way, as if wordlessly saying, 'Give me a chance---and you won't regret it'. His voice was gentle, warm, and genuine. "I'm sorry it's not something as simple as a pickup line, miss," he said, and then he was thinking that for her, he'd have to come up with something really good if it had been. She was gorgeous---she likely got hit on all the time so chances were good she'd heard it all. She had his favorite hair, his favorite body-type, the curve of her lips, and her eyes... damn, her eyes...

"No one else knows of this visit but me, and it will stay that way. A girl's life is in danger, for real. People are getting desperate---including her parents. Desperate enough to hire me. And me, desperate enough to come bug you," he said as he slowly reached into his jacket pocket and produced a picture. He laid it flat on the table, and slowly slid it towards Evangeline. "Laurie Walker. Cute kid. Honor-roll student, cheerleader, doesn't do drugs or even drink at that age kids usually start. Doesn't smoke. Never in trouble at school. Look familiar?" If Evangeline looked at the picture at all, she'd see a young high-school girl that looks so very much like someone she knew: herself.

"She went missing three days ago. No ransom notice or calls. No nothing for the first day. Just... thin air," he said, his eyes focused on hers. "Until the second day. That's when the parents received a package," he said, his voice dropping as he produced another picture, sliding it across the table toward her the same way he had done the first. This one was far more gruesome. It looked like a small pinky-finger, bloody-stumped and tiny, pale, which might very well belong to a young woman or girl. Brad took a sip from his glass while he let her look at it for a moment, if she chose to.

Whether she looked at the pictures closely or not, though, he continued on. "First thing I thought, of course, was your father. So yeah, I did some checking, and within a few minutes I was relieved to discover he was still behind bars. So... it looks like we could have a copy-cat out there," he said. Then, he leaned slowly forward, resting his forearms on the table, his hands folded together. "A medical expert examined the evidence and determined that the finger belonged to our girl, and that she was still alive when the finger was severed. So there's reason to believe she is still alive now---but time is ticking. I'd like your help to nail the son of a bitch, Evangeline---and hopefully save a girl's life in the process."

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Of course. Any other attractive, single woman sitting alone in a bar approached by a handsome stranger in a bar was going to be asked for a phone number. But that wasn't Evangeline's life. No, she was approached and somebody was trying to lay somebody's life in her lap when what the hell could she do about it? Didn't they understand... any of them... that it was a miracle she was able to pass as normal, that she wasn't a sock puppet in some mental institution somewhere or worse, a freak like her father? Could nobody comprehend how hard it was for her just to get up in the morning? And don't get her started on trust. She drained the rest of her beer just to not have to say something for a moment as she tried to pretend she didn't feel any pressure at all.

"Look... first of all, I don't know you. You could tell me you were working for anybody you want and how would I know? But the main thing is... what do you think I can do?" Her words were halting and she was loathe to say anything to admit to who she was, though he clearly knew. But worse, the cocoon of denial she'd been in since yesterday was beginning to disintegrate---now there was a crime, now there was a victim, and she couldn't put off reality any longer. She didn't want to look at the picture but it was hard not to and her heart pounded at the glimpse of blond hair and the pretty girl's perfect smile. Evangeline wanted to crumble, she wanted to weep, but she knew from experience it would do no good. Her voice was so soft now it was practically a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry about her. But if this is... if you think... you have to know it's too late. Wait until the DNA gets back, that might not even be their daughter's finger. "

Evangeline stood suddenly, abruptly, the legs of her chair scraping against the floor and getting the attention of a few of the patrons though she seemed beyond caring. For a moment he could see it in her face, a bone-deep hopelessness coupled with fear that seemed out of proportion to the conversation, and instinct would suggest there was something else working at her. "I'm not a cop or a shrink or anybody who could tell you a goddamn thing. I just want to be left alone. Please."

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Her reaction was far more emotional than Hamilton would have expected. It was as if she were living her father's nightmare all over again, as if it was as fresh in her mind as the morning's coffee. He couldn't blame her, and in truth, he didn't. He had often thought about what---he---would be like, if he were in her shoes. He had a gift for empathizing, and sometimes that got him into trouble. But more often than not, it allowed him to talk to people in a way that didn't seem mechanical, that gave him a chance to connect on a level beyond the job. "No, you don't know me. But I'll provide whatever references you want. Hell, you can look me up on the net if you'd like. I'm legit. I can provide you with my client's info, as well---though it's pretty easy to find, since they're in the news now. Do you think I'd come here and disturb you, if I wasn't desperate?" he said, his voice still calm and gentle.

"I don't like bothering people---unless they're the bad guys. You are definitely not the bad guys, so coming to you was a last resort. But I did it because I hate giving up---and I am not giving up on Laurie Walker. She will be found. She will go back to school. She will be a cheerleader again and she will go to her prom and graduate and have a chance for the kind of life every girl should, go to college, get married and have kids if she wants. I am going to see to that," he said, his words impassioned and determined even though his voice didn't rise in volume at all. "All I am asking is for a bit of your time, to pick your brain. Maybe you're right and you can't help," he shrugged, "But we won't know for sure unless we try. Yeah, everyone else has given up on her except me and her parents, so I shouldn't be surprised that you have too," he said, a hint of defeat in his voice, as he reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out a business card.

"It's never too late until a body is found. I've learned that the hard way," he said, as he offered her his card. "If you change your mind... my cell number. Or if you just... want to talk or anything," he shrugged slightly as he looked up at her from his seat. "If you don't take it, I'll leave it here with the barkeep. Just in case." He made no other effort to trap her, to stop her, or to impede her departure. He knew that would only set off a violent outburst that neither of them needed.

He couldn't force her to talk to him, as she had no real connection to the case. He knew it was a stretch coming to her in the first place. His instincts were screaming at him that something was... peculiar... with the way she reacted, but he didn't think she was the suspect, for sure, so he figured that she was just reliving the nightmare of her father all over again---thanks to his coming here and ruining her day, of course. But if it gave him even a hair's chance to find that girl, he'd be happy to ruin a lot of people's days.

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Evangeline took the card without looking at it, surprised that he seemed to be willing to let her walk out despite all the trouble it had probably taken to find her. It was that willingness on his part that made her hesitate, strangely enough---though she didn't take her seat again neither did she bolt. He'd had to ask the bartender to find her which led her to think he wasn't responsible for what was upstairs in her closet and if he were a reporter or a groupie pretending at being a P.I. he would try harder to keep her here. Of course believing he was what and who he said he was didn't really change anything. She still couldn't help him. She still needed to get far away from here. But perhaps she could get some use out of him first.

"I may have something for you. Something you can do with whatever you will... take it to the police, probably. I should have... I just didn't want to believe it." She paused and took a breath, shivering as if she'd gotten a chill though the room was warm. "And then I'm leaving. But before we go upstairs I need to know... how did you find me? My identity was supposed to be protected, I mean, if you found, how long before others do? One other has already..."

She let her voice trail off at that. She's almost veered into an area she wasn't going to address until he explained himself.

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She stood next to him, and took his card. Hamilton looked up at her face from his seat, but hope glimmered in his eyes when she didn't just keep on going, and stood for a moment to talk further with him. "You might have something?" he asked, raising a brow curiously. His hopes rose---perhaps she had some ideas or thoughts---or maybe she had notes or other data that belonged to her father at one time that might give him some ideas. He wasn't sure obviously, but if she said she might have something---that got his interest immediately. He noted her shiver, though---he was trained to watch body language and whatever it was she was referring to wasn't something she was very fond of.

But then it came---the payoff, the bribe, the blackmail---she wouldn't talk, even with a girl's life on the line, unless she got information. Of course, her question was something he expected. If he were in her shoes, he'd want to know how he was found, as well. Upstairs... so the address WAS correct, and she lived in some sort of loft apartment or something. Or maybe the bartender/owner was a relative, or boyfriend that he didn't know about. Very sneaky.

Hamilton paused himself, looking at her for a moment. "It took two huge favors for me to find you. For one, I called in a favor owed, a huge one, and the person risked their job to give me the info, and the only reason they agreed was because Laurie's life is on the line. The second is now a huge favor that I owe. I have a bad feeling my wallet will be milked for awhile, but... that's the price of doing business sometimes when desperation calls for different kinds of currencies," he said, slowly rising to his feet. "So. Upstairs then?"

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It didn't really tell Evangeline a lot about where the breakdown had occurred where her identity was concern but she figured if she pressed him she would get some talk about sources or whatever. Anyway, the main thing was, word was out and she was screwed and was going to have to start all over again though this time she wasn't going to trust legal channels when she built a new identity. "I'm afraid I'm not worth the investment," she said then gestured for him to follow her. "Come on. There's access to upstairs from the outside too but since we're already inside..."

She walked through the crowd, not looking back but aware of his presence at her back. The regulars would be in disbelief, she reckoned, as in all her days here she'd never once taken somebody upstairs though she'd certainly had offers. It was a pleasant fiction. Girl meets boy, love at first sight, hot sex on the first date, next thing you know, telling the PG version of story of how you met to the grandkids. She led him into a the short, wide corridor that housed the bathrooms and up to a door, pausing to dig out the key to unlock it. Other people had stories like that. They didn't have boxes of horror stashed away in their closets or PI's tracking them down to put the weight of a girl's life on their shoulders or a father who'd be giving Satan a run for his money down in hell if he'd gotten the needle in the arm that he deserved.

They went up a flight of stairs that led to a large storeroom filled with odds and ends of all sorts, just about anything you'd need to run a bar except the booze. She walked straight through to the door and started to open it, revealing another corridor on the other side, but paused. She dug her keys out again, isolating one then thrusting the key ring (a mini flashlight) at him. "Here, I know it sounds weird... but... would you go first?" she asked him and he could be certain now he was seeing fear in her. "It's the first door on the right. Let me know if there's a package or something at the door... then, check it out for me inside?"

She was, in a word, terrified now. She hadn't been home since she left last night, had been spending the hours since she left pretending that nothing had happened but at the first glimpse of her apartment door it all came rushing back along with the realization that some sick fuck knew where she lived and could have left her another box... or worse, be waiting for her now. "Do you have a gun?"

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Evangeline seemed awful sure that she wasn't going to be able to help him. Hamilton knew in his heart, she was trying to convince herself of that, and he also felt that she was trying to convince him, as well. She didn't want to help, and he understood that. She didn't want to be involved in anything remotely surround her father, and he understood that as well. But he was desperate, and was going to follow this through until the woman decided not to speak to him any further.

Hamilton followed her back to the bathroom area, and to a door that she produced a key for and opened. Up a flight of stairs they moved, through a storeroom of some kind and to another door that led to a hallway. Suddenly, she paused, and produced a key on a key ring and shoved it at him. He took it slowly, and listened to her. He knew when he heard fear, and unless she was an incredible actress, she was genuinely afraid. "Sure, I can go first," he said gently, nodding to her as he turned back to the hallway before them. When she asked him to check for her mail, he thought that a bit odd, but then she asked him to look inside as well. Was this some kind of fear issue that she lived with every day or her life? He suddenly felt terrible for her, but he still had a job to do. He nodded again. Then just as he was about to move---she asked him if he had a gun.

Hamilton paused. The question was innocent enough, but the way her voice sounded, it gave him reason to pause. "Yes, I do," he said calmly, and pulled his blazer slightly to the side in order to slowly draw his pistol. He hoped he didn't need it, but the fear in her voice set his nerves on edge. Holding his weapon pointed firmly at the ground in one hand, and the key in the other, the took a breath and made his way towards her door. His foot kicked something, and he looked down, noticing the small package sitting by her door.

"There's a package here for you," he said softly, just loud enough for her to hear as he unlocked her door, and slowly opened it, stepping slowly inside and leaving the package where it was for the moment. He methodically searched her apartment, looking for any signs of forced-entry or the presence of intruders.

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It was a modest sized one bedroom apartment, with a small galley kitchen, with casual mismatched furniture though it was neat and orderly. It was also empty as Hamilton found out after a quick look, the only thing that looked out of place was a bag of takeout sitting on the kitchen counter that had been there awhile, likely overnight by the look of it. She did not follow him in but instead could be found standing just outside in the hall, staring at the package there as if it were a boundary that could not be crossed.

"We shouldn't touch this," Evangeline said when she saw him again and realized he was probably wondering what the hell was wrong with her. "I tried to tell myself it wasn't real... it was just some kind of sick prank, probably one of my old man's groupies... but I think it's real."

Her voice cracked slightly and she looked away in embarrassment, feeling like some kind of basket case freak. He wasn't going to understand why she flipped out, why she didn't call the cops yesterday... not that it should matter what he thought of her but it did. reaching up and rubbing at her face with both hands, she tried to breathe and stave off what could easily turn into a panic attack. She hadn't had one in years, not since she'd come to Chicago, but her old life was intruding again and it felt like she was going to lose everything she'd gained.

"Look, I know you're going to have to call the police, I do. But I can't... I can't have all those people looking at me knowing who I am..." The words were just pouring out of her now as if she had no control. "And they'll think like you, or worse, maybe they'll think I had something to do with it... The Vulture's kid has to be just as twisted as him, right? Then the press will find out... then I'm just fucked, you don't know what it's like..." The package seemed innocuous. About the size of a shoebox it was wrapped in brown paper but had nothing written on it, no name or address, it had been left by someone at the door.