<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89355.msg4002704#msg4002704">Quote from: chipmunck on 12-12-2010, 00:09:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She looked at the beer offered. "Wow, Foreign beer from outta states. You a beer connoisseur? I tend to drink the Budweiser and stuff. Maybe some nice micro-brews like Red hook or Pyramid. Whatever I can pick up in my daddy's fridge." There she went being all flappy with her mouth. She just started to feel more comfortable and she hated pretenses. <br/><br/>She looked down at the book she was flipping through. Shit. He must think that she is some scholar at drama. She only would go to the theatre every Friday, and by theatre she meant the little one screen movie house, more like a little room, that the town had for ages. It was like a second home to her. Where she could live other lives, dare to dream things she never would be allowed to live. She loved watching movies, especially the romantic chick flicks where a Hugh Grant or Julia Roberts would come together only to find themselves in love by the end. She tried to process the words. Beckett? Wasn't he some tennis pro? She didn't want to betray herself, though a moment earlier she was not going to play such games. "Yes.. Of course.. Beckett. Very accomplished... person." She managed to stutter out.<br/><br/>She lets Edward distract himself with the tour. Maybe he won't see through to her simpleness. She really felt out of her league here. She was going to college, what did she expect? Everyone being as simple as her? She, never in her life, thought of herself as simple before. She prided herself as being one of the far more 'cultured' people in her group. While the guys in her town were about beer, guns and trucks, she wanted more. Now she got more, and she had to figure out how to keep it with out turning them off.<br/><br/>She was awed by the various rooms he possessed. She had a simple one bedroom apartment. She looked at the cookbooks. She knew how to make some mean dishes if given the opportunity. Maybe she could impress them with her down home cooking. She knew of no character on the silver screen that didn't like a home cooked meal, especially those rich guys that never get home cooked meals. She held out hope. <br/><br/>She continued to be in awe of the study. Real work was taking place there. Real thoughts and feelings. Great ideas were being born in that room, she could feel it. This must be what it is like to glimpse into the minds of those really smart people and it really invigorated her. <br/><br/>She took a long drag of her beer as he led her to the next room. The bathroom. Her jaw about hit the floor when she saw the claw foot tub. Her grandmother's home had one of these. It was so large that you could fit several people in them. She knew that, though through innocent enough means. She loved bathtubs that you could really drown in, not that she would humor the idea. <br/><br/>She put her beer on the counter as she took a step in, the child like look on her face as she was not done being in awe of what he showed her. She was amazed that people lived like this in real life. She had secretly hoped she would meet someone like this. It fulfilled her movie desires. She turned to him and smiled. "This is just amazing..." <br/><br/>She let him lead her to the bedroom. She stood in wonderment of how big this room would be. How it would be decorated. The whole place really had a personal touch. "Did you have someone decorate your place or is this something that you did yourself?" She asked before he opened the door to the bedroom.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"You are a very interesting young lady Abby: straightforward, yet interested in new ideas.  I feel very happy to meet someone wothout the burnt put nerdishness of the girls I usually meet..."<br/><br/>As he opens the door, he again admires how the red dress shows off her hips, the curves of her breasts, and ger elegant neck, desiring to pull the skirt up over thighs and massage her ass, yet aware of the inappropriateness of being so forward.<br/><br/>"Very kind of you to ask if I had someone decorate the place.... I don't think its terribly accomplished and I'm sure I woman with a good eye could do better than me!"  he chuckles.<br/>"I just did the flat how I like it".<br/><br/>He opens the bedroom door, showing a large king size bed, with ambient uplifting wall lights, books next to the bed, and an expensive stereo and digital radio.  There is a large wardrobe, half open, showing a glimpse of a rack of expensive suits, jackets, and neck ties.  Another antique chaise longe is in the room, with a reading chair, and an i-pad cast nonchalantly on the bed cover.<br/><br/>"Sorry its a bit messy.... bachelor pad you know... could do with a woman's touch.."<br/><br/>He is glad Abby is enjoying the beer, watching her lips fasten on the bottle as she swallows the Czech beer.<br/><br/>"Should we join the others or shall we chill out here?"