Stolen Hearts
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				Title: <strong>Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 06:32:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/09e2GrS.jpg)&nbsp; </div>The rain in LA tries to start out every year with a cleansing of the streets, with January and February bringing a respectable amount of rain, and the cool nights are peppered with rain coats, hats, and umbrellas-- three things most Angelinos do without the rest of the year.&nbsp; Izzy was in that February rain with a dozen others, making her way down 4th street toward a parking garage.&nbsp; The crowd was thinning out as she passed under the illuminated sign, people parting their stoic distance with chatter, laughter that echoed in the wet street.&nbsp; Her shoulders were low and her hands were thrust into the pockets of her leather jacket, the hoodie beneath soaking up much of the persistent rain, and a black tendril of wet hair was plastered across her left eyebrow beneath.&nbsp; She was tall for a woman, almost half a head taller than a passing drunk girl in four-inch heels-- that one reeled past, much the opposite of Izzy's composed stance, wearing her dates' coat over her dolled-up hair and made-up face.&nbsp; Izzy glanced up from the shadow of her hood and smirked as the girl was carted toward the garage, her beau fumbling anxiously with his keys as they disappeared into the electric light.<br><br>She reached a crosswalk where a few other of the late-night clubbers milled about, and she tested the zipper of her coat once more before adjusting her dark jeans on her hips-- they always seemed to sag lower on her lean waist after a long night dancing, and out of habit she checked that her wallet was still tucked neatly into the pocket before she entered the crosswalk at the chiming and flashing green of the crossing signal.&nbsp; Her black eyes seemed fixed on the white stripes of the road, and she seemed deep in thought... a night of action, of long stares and refusing the offers of questionable drinks had led her here.&nbsp; Her mind wasn't fixed on the missed opportunity of a blonde in a halter-top that had made out with her before ruining the moment by babbling about her boyfriend-- no it was working over a dozen angles, remembering the rush of a job and the opportunities that might wait ahead.<br><br>Izzy didn't look like a thief, not by any stretch... her Joan Jett style and casually swaying stride could have placed her as many things-- a bartender working her way to the bus stop, a gay bar-cruiser looking for action, or a musician without a gig, maybe.&nbsp; But she was a thief, and nights like this she knew that this was the thing in her heart that set her apart from so many of these club-hopping prats and the agitators that catcalled them all.&nbsp; She would be planning like this-- on her feet, in her bath, as she lay awake in an empty bed-- letting the city seep its way into her first, then ebb its way out into action and a plan.&nbsp; This was how she spent her nights, taking what she could and not wasting time on the in-between.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 07:57:10</strong>
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				(http://i.imgur.com/eao3onq.jpg)<br><br><br>Rain beat down on the streets and the unlucky few who were caught out in it. A speeding taxi whipped passed an intersection, splashing some water onto a group of friends huddled along the side of the road while waiting for the light to change so they could cross. Without umbrellas, they were going to drenched soon anyways. Most of the people still left out on the streets had been more prepared. Nights like this one were far too common in February Los Angeles. Locals generally knew better than to walk around without an umbrella on nights when rain was predicted, or at least a heavy enough jacket to protect them from the elements. Either that or they found a place to hide out until the storm died down. By now the crowd had dwindled significantly, but there were still plenty of pedestrians scattered around who were willing to endure the downpour. Most of them were either drunk or headed that way. The perfect targets for a pickpocket looking for an easy score. Drunk people usually meant cash for drinks and tips, and it also meant people less aware of their surroundings. <br><br>Ashleigh Valentine imagined she must have picked nearly $100 tonight alone. That was a rare feat, even for her. The rain probably helped. People didn't care about anything but keeping themselves dry. One or two more, she thought, then she'd go look for a place to crash. She'd be able to afford a motel tonight. Sleeping in an actual bed would be a nice change of pace. And a private shower. She was getting tired of using the public cleaning houses down at the beach. The old women always stared at her, and Ashleigh could never tell if they wanted to fuck her, or if they were afraid of her. Was it that obvious that she was a street youth? Her clothes weren't that ragged, and it wasn't like she wore them in the showers anyways.<br><br>Tonight she was wearing a black Nirvana tank top and a red leather jacket over top. Her skin tight camo pants weren't exactly chic, but Ashleigh never went for chic. Even before she had moved out onto the streets she had been a free spirit. She was a punk rocker, through and through. An anarchist of sorts. That's what she liked to think anyways. Truth was, Ashleigh didn't know who or what she was. At eighteen years old, that probably wasn't extremely uncommon. But unlike other girls her age, she didn't have anyone to look up to, no role models, no firm hand of authority. It was just her against the world. That's why she felt no guilt stealing from these people. Do what you had to do to survive.&nbsp; Flipping up the collar on her leather jacket, she pulled out a grey beanie from one of her pockets and pull it on over her long, golden locks. Then she put her head down and made for the closest crowd of people.<br><br>Her target was a tall, dark haired woman in a leather jacket and hoodie. Ashleigh didn't know exactly why, but the other woman gave her the impression of someone that carried cash rather than credit cards. She walked towards the other woman at a perpendicular angle. She had done this often enough to be able to time it perfectly. A few seconds later she bumped into the other woman. It took Ashleigh less than a second to slip her hand inside the jeans pocket and pulled out a wallet that she immediately stuffed back into her own leather jacket.<br><br>"Sorry," she said, and pointed up to her ear buds. They weren't actually plugged into anything. Ashleigh could afford headphones, but an iPod was too much. Then she turned to walk away, deciding that she was done for the night.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 04:43:01</strong>
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				Izzy had the tingling feeling that she'd been made a mark long before she knew what was happening... one moment, she was fishing into the inside pocket of her leather jacket for a cigarette, the next she felt the conspicuous contact of a stranger.&nbsp; Nobody bumps into each other anywhere west of Hollywood Boulevard with anything less than bad intent.&nbsp; Sure enough, she shifted her hip and, against the tight denim over her ass, she could feel where the wallet just was.<br><br>She kept her face slightly averted-- the momentary surprise of the ruse causing her to think, carefully and quickly... so she responded as best she could.&nbsp; She turned her dark eyes up to meet the girl's, smudged eyeliner accentuating her smoky gaze, and blinked once as she framed her mouth in a little 'o' of surprise.&nbsp; Faking it came easy-- it was easier to fake an emotion every time she lost a piece of herself.&nbsp; This girl was thinking about going pro.<br><br>Izzy giggled-- yes, actually giggled.&nbsp; "Sorry--" she said with a grin and turned away, noting that the street-girl's classic bump-and go was in the retreat stage already.&nbsp; No need to fake the smile any more, Izzy let the false expression disappear.&nbsp; She flicked her eyes up and down the retreating street-kid... the camo pants hanging on her hipbones, the possibly accidental sway in her ass?&nbsp; Isadora wasn't entirely sure if she was really attracted to the girl or if she'd had one too many and was just feeling lecherous.<br><br>Her wallet had nothing in it-- no ID, no credit cards, just a couple hundred dollars.&nbsp; It was probably more than this kid had made all night, and she seemed to have her move down pat.&nbsp; Izzy could let her go, mind her own business.&nbsp; What would she do, turn the girl in?&nbsp; Try explaining to her PO that she was seven counties away from where she said she'd be?&nbsp; She should let it slide... better than getting a knife pulled on her, or attracting unnecessary attention from cops.<br><br><em>Yeah... that would be the easy way.</em>&nbsp; Izzy watched the girl's smooth walk, unobtrusive and meant to blend in, but maybe just a little bit cocky.&nbsp; Tick-tock...<br><br><em>To hell with it.</em><br><br>She left the cigarettes where they were, snug in the inner pocket of her leather jacket, and opened the little zipper where she kept the spring-assisted tactical knife.&nbsp; The girl was leaving the main drag for the safety of a side-street... yeah, Isadora knew she would want a cigarette soon enough, but she wasn't going to let this go.<br><br>Coiling her legs beneath her for a split second, she bolted after the pickpocket as soon as the girl reached the mouth of the alley.&nbsp; Some inane song from the club was echoing in her head-- <em>"all the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run... faster than my bullet..."</em>&nbsp; Three strides was all it took to reach the alley, enter the darkness.<br><br>She hooked a hand into the girl's black halter top, twisting her upper body and wrenching her up against the wall roughly.&nbsp; The knife was in her and and clicked open smoothly-- assisted opening blade springing up with a snap as the Izzy drove her shoulder against the younger girl's smaller frame.&nbsp; She may have looked fairly tough, but that was no match for how she moved... she was fast, and strong, and she committed her full range of motion to the effort.&nbsp; it was the kind of effectiveness that came from experience, her frame built solid under the dark clothes.<br><br>"Hands," she said in a husky voice, her breath coming a little faster than before.&nbsp; "Show me your hands... the fuck you think you're doing, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 11:39:57</strong>
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				Ashleigh was confident in her ability. Her hands were well trained and well practiced. People felt the bump, but they never felt her fingers in their pocket. She'd done it so many times before that it even had lost its thrill. No one was going to catch her. No one ever had since she was a child stealing drug money for her dead beat mother. Silently cursing the bitch, Ashleigh pushed through a wet group of people and headed down one of the side streets where she could count her money in peace, away from prying eyes. Ashleigh was small and slender, built for quickness and not for strength. If someone wanted to steal this money by force, she wouldn't be able to stop them. <br><br>Once out of the crowd and in the relative shelter of a dimly lit alleyway that she had grown familiar with over the past two weeks, Ashleigh removed the headphones from her ears and stuffed them into her pocket. No music anyways, and she wasn't trying to fool anybody anymore. Now they were just irritating her ears and impairing her ability to hear anyone approach.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The alley was near a club with music so loud that she could hear the song plain as if she actually did have an iPod to plug her headphones into. Wasn't really her style, but she had nowhere else to go. The main entrance was around the corner, and the side door was a little further down. Nobody had a reason to be in this alley except her and maybe a few other bums. But usually when it was raining like this, the others found somewhere else to stay that provided a little more shelter. Ashleigh liked the rain, though. It was warm and refreshing, like it had the power to wash away all the bad in her life and when it stopped she could start over. Of course that never happened, but it was a pleasant thought. Footsteps.<br><br>Ashleigh turned, but it was too late. A strong hand, far stronger than she could fight against, grabbed and violently shoved her against the brick wall of the too loud club. Seriously? The best payout she ever had in one night, and some fuck was going to rob her. <br><br>"Get off me, you cunt." She kicked, but to no avail. Ashleigh knew she had no chance. She had her talents, but none of them were going to help her in this situation. That didn't mean she was going to take it lying down., however.<br><br>"What the fuck do you want? I don't fucking have anything." She raised her hands compliantly above her head despite her choice words and defiant tone. Ashleigh knew better to argue with someone wielding a knife, and she knew even better than to argue with someone who obviously knew how to use it. Angry as she was, and no small part terrified, a hundred or so dollar wasn't worth dying over. Then she recognized the other woman, and Ashleigh's heart sank. She said nothing, but stared at her, then the knife, then back into those brooding dark eyes, contrasting the terrified bright blue of her own.<br><br>"I don't know what you're talking about." She responded finally to the attacker's inquiry. "You're the one who jumped me for no fucking reason."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 23:53:51</strong>
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				With her stance sideways, Izzy was able to bend her front knee and shoulder into the petite frame of the younger girl, pinning her against the rain-slicked brick wall.&nbsp; She could smell Ashleigh's skin in the rain, as she lifted her knife-hand to brace her jutted elbow on the girl's shoulder... the pressure probably hurt a bit, but Izzy showed no consideration for this.&nbsp; The had to maintain control, keep the girl off-balance, and her sideways stance made it harder to catch a hard knee to the crotch or stomach.&nbsp; Her trailing left hand was free to pat the girl over, rummaging the pocket of the girl's leather jacket.&nbsp; "Yeah?" she slid her long-fingered hands down across the girl's hips to her pants, where pockets would be... just in case the young pick-pocket was carrying a weapon.&nbsp; God knows that a knife wasn't the only thing Izzy kept in her own pockets at this girl's age.<br><br>"I don't think so," she said, dipping her fingers roughly into the inside pockets of the girl's coat, seeking to retrieve her wallet.&nbsp; "Picking pockets is an easy hustle, but you got the wrong mark tonight sweetie."&nbsp; She wasn't careful about how her strong fingers grazed the girl's warm body under the leather, and she roughly tested the waistband of her camo pants before settling that there wasn't going to be a switchblade or can of mace popping up somewhere.&nbsp; She retrieved her wallet, dropping the rest of the unsorted cash into the alley's black watered ground.&nbsp; A passing car briefly flashed its headlights through the alleyway, and her skin looked like cream where her eyes were like inkwells.<br><br>"That it?"&nbsp; She glanced over the cash, long lashes flicking like birdwings.&nbsp; "That can't be more than a hundred."&nbsp; She let the girl speak, but didn't ease up on the pressure.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 02:09:41</strong>
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				"I said I didn't have anything." Ashleigh snarled, but her words had no effect. She couldn't really blame her. The tight camo pants she wore could have been paint against her silk skin, but when you grew up on the streets like Ashleigh had, you became aware that there were always places to hide weapons. But she was unarmed. The youth shelter she had stayed at a few nights ago has a strict no weapons policy, and there was no way that she knew of to get a knife passed a metal detected. It had been so long since the last time Ashleigh had needed a blade to protect herself that she hadn't yet bothered with getting a new one - a mistake she was very much regretting now. <br><br>Not that a knife would have done her any good. She was pinned to the wall so effectively that even if she had one stuffed down her pants or tucked between her breasts, she would never have been able to bring it to bear on her opponent. Ashleigh was beaten, and she knew it. But she refused to accept it. <br><br>"Whatever." She dismissed the woman who had apparently caught her red handed. There was no use denying it now. She'd slipped up, got greedy. Now she was terrified and in a very bad situation. <em>I've been in worse,</em> she thought blandly, but didn't know if it was true. She'd pissed off the wrong person tonight. <br><br>"Look. Just take your shit back and leave the rest." Ashleigh pleaded as she watched her nights work spill down into the murky puddles, some of the bills floating away while she was still pinned to the brick wall. She did not want to spend another rainy night out in the open. That money was all she had by way of hope to get herself a motel for the night. Fuck going back to the shelter. <br><br>"Come on, I need that." She squirmed in the others grip, but to no avail. She wouldn't be free. "I can earn it back." She said, though it was a stab in the dark. A lot of shady looking people took sexual favours in exchange for goods from boys and girls alike, whether they were gay, straight, male or female. It didn't matter, because it felt good and nobody else knew. Not everyone was so open, though, and Ashleigh had no way of knowing if this woman was gay or straight. But she needed that money. She needed that money, and she didn't want to get killed if the cunt decided that Los Angeles wouldn't miss just another delinquent street girl. "Anything you want. Come on. I need that fucking money." Besides, wasn't like she was going to go through with it anyways. Ashleigh wasn't strong, but she was fast. Wait for the bitch to loosen her grip, then she'd bolt. Wasn't like she had a gun. Knives were a lot easier to outrun than bullets. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 02:34:03</strong>
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				Suddenly Izzy didn't feel so in-control.&nbsp; She had lived long enough in these streets to hear this story, even from her own mouth.&nbsp; Her jaw tensed, a shadow moved at her breast as she heaved a heavy sigh at the notion.&nbsp; Pretty girl... tough girl.&nbsp; All of it goes out the window when a weapon comes out, or a small crew of highly-motivated individuals, or a pair of handcuffs... <br><br><i>or a badge and a gun</i>, she remembered, the kind of memory that makes you want to twist away, as if you were actually facing it happening and couldn't look any more.&nbsp; She inhaled sharply through her nose and tilted her face back to regard the girl in the meager light... sure she was offering something, and in her place, at her age, Izzy might have offered as much.&nbsp; But, much like Izzy, something in this girl's eyes said she didn't mean it at all.&nbsp; That was a small consolation... a spark far more attractive than if she'd actually meant surrender and was begging for mercy, offering her ass in exchange for freedom.&nbsp; If it was a ruse, it was a respectable move.<br><br>"A hundred bones.&nbsp; That's larceny-- they would put you inside for that much, where a cute little thing like you would be mincemeat."&nbsp; She resisted the urge to look the girl over again, focusing on her big eyes instead.&nbsp; "What if some crazy freak like me catches you, cuts you?&nbsp; That worth a hundred?"&nbsp; She angled the knife subtle for emphasis, and a cold drop of rain streamed down it to land on Ashleigh's collarbone.&nbsp; "Being stabbed hurts worse than anything you can imagine.&nbsp; You could bleed out so fast, and this city wouldn't give a shit," she spat the last word, her dark eyes narrowing close to Ashleigh's.&nbsp; "Cuffs, blades, bullets?&nbsp; That worth a hundred bucks to you?"<br><br>At this, Izzy seemed to ease her brace against the slickened masonry, and her dark-stained lips flattened from a disapproving scowl to a flat line of disappointment.&nbsp; "Pick it up."&nbsp; She eased her elbow from where it was bruising Ashleigh's shoulder, slackening the tensed forearm from her neck.&nbsp; She pushed off with a little more pressure, easing the throbbing pressure at Ashleigh's hip, and stood back.&nbsp; In a singular motion, Izzy folded the blade in one hand, but didn't put it away.&nbsp; Her eyes cut sideways to the mouth of the alley for a flicker, but there was nothing but the cascade of water in the wash of neon light.<br><br>She flicked her wallet open, checking the contents.&nbsp; "You run, and I'll trip you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 03:49:44</strong>
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				Perhaps the worst part, the most frightening part of all that the other woman said was that Ashleigh knew every word of it was true. If she had been a little younger, a little more gullible like she had been at 16, maybe she would have taken the words to heart. Now she knew better than to listen to some cunt who was... Ashleigh didn't even know what she was trying to do. Didn't seem like the kind of praise Jesus freak who try to scare a girl straight right after she ripped them off. It didn't matter. The words may have been true, but they didn't matter either. Ash just needed to appease long enough so she could get the fuck out of here. Unfortunately, appeasement wasn't really her strong suit. <br><br>"Are you going to let me go or what?" She asked, doing her best to sound annoyed, impatient, or both. There was more fear in her voice than anything, though, despite how much she tried to mask it. Whoever this lunatic was, she had Ashleigh completely at her mercy. <br><br>"It's either rip people off, or starve. I don't know about you, but I don't have a whole lot of choice. So spare me your lecture, huh? If you're gonna fuck me, fuck me. If you're gonna leave, leave. But I don't wanna listen to this bullshit anymore, alright? I have places to be." Obviously that was a lie, but true in that she wanted to be anywhere but here. Suddenly the grip loosened. And Ashleigh was free - sort of. <br><br>For a second she considered making a run for. But no. She had seen just how quick the other woman was, and that knife could be opened back up just as easily as she closed in the first place. Ashleigh just stared, weighing her options. She still had no idea what was going to happen, or even what the other woman's plans were. Cautiously she crouched down, keeping an eye on the other, only taking them away long enough to gather up all the money she could from the puddle. Then she stood, stuffed it into her pockets, and watched. <br><br>"Can I go now?" She asked, unsure of what she was supposed to do next. "Or am I going to have to listen to another God damn lecture?" apparently Ashleigh saw no reason for gratitude. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 05:57:12</strong>
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				Izzy wiped the wet hair from her forehead and shrugged rain from her jacket, then with damp fingers opened her wallet wider to pull out two bills.&nbsp; Franklin's puckered face caught a drop of the rain but he didn't seem to mind too terribly, and Izzy folded the bills over each other between long fingers that sported short, but French-tipped, nails.&nbsp; "Keep pushing and I'll think about it," she said, her lips curling at the corner into a smug little grin.<br><br>In the dim light, a blue tattoo of a bird was visible on the back of the hand as held the folded bills for display.&nbsp; "You can earn this, right now."&nbsp; She flicked her eyes over the girl again, pursed her lips as if in careful consideration.&nbsp; "No fucking necessary."&nbsp; She tucked the bills into her jacket, keeping one hand free and ready, then returned her wallet to the hip pocket of her dark jeans.&nbsp; "But you'll have to listen to more bullshit."<br><br>Widening her stance and taking a half step back, Izzy gave Ashleigh a chance-- probably fifty-fifty-- to break away at this distance.&nbsp; She folded her arms over her chest and watched the girl carefully.&nbsp; "Not a 'God damn lecture,' though... just some bullshit."<br><br>She tilted her face toward the alley's opening.&nbsp; "I need a coffee.&nbsp; Early breakfast maybe."&nbsp; Turning her body, she snapped her gaze back to Ashleigh.&nbsp; "Two hundred for half an hour, and you don't even get stabbed or fucked.&nbsp; You in?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 10:32:34</strong>
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				Ashleigh looked on with a look of cautioned interest when she saw those two bills pulled out of the wallet that had been so close to hers. There was more money in there, she thought, than what she had made over the entire last week. Maybe longer. There was no use thinking about that now. Wasn't like she could just snatch it right out from under the other woman and take off running. Then she would get stabbed. Or fucked. Maybe both. No, she'd just have to endure the bitch a little longer. Licking her lips, Ashleigh stared at the two folded bills. <br><br>"What do I have to do?" She asked, careful never to accept a gift without finding out how many strings it had first. Nobody gave a shit about people like her. Nobody gave anything without wanting something in return, usually something of greater value than they offered in the first place. Ashleigh was young, but she knew how the world worked. So she thought, anyways. Sure, just listen to some more bullshit. Then do her a favour. After the favour, there's just one more thing. Then she had her hooks in and Ashleigh would never be free. But those bills. Her eyes never left them for a second. <br><br>There wasn't really anything holding her back now. The woman had stepped back, apparently a display of trust. Well, Ashleigh didn't trust her. Yet she wasn't running. She could, if she wanted to. Take the rest of the hundred dollars that she'd pocketed earlier and go on her way. No matter what the bitch said, $100 was a respectable amount to make in a single day. But more was always better, wasn't it? Ashleigh licked her lips, the raining pouring down her face as she tore her eyes from the two bills and looked up into the questioning eyes of her captor, who awaited her response.<br><br>"Buy me something to eat, and I'll come with you." She finally agreed. It was a risk, maybe a big one. For all she knew, this was some psychotic serial killer who got her kicks from chopping homeless kids up into bits. Maybe a gruesome rapist who wanted to do things to Ashleigh that you simply couldn't do out in the streets where people might see. Maybe a human trafficker. So many terrible possibilities. Could be a cop. Ashleigh didn't like cops. But if you didn't take any risks, you never got the reward. And when the reward was dangled right there in front of your nose, it was hard to resist. "And get me a place to stay tonight." She added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 22:01:02</strong>
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				Regarding the girl's request, Izzy wasn't exactly surprised-- sute, the girl was pushing her luck, but it was in tune with the initial assumptions she'd made about the girl.&nbsp; She had a spark.<br><br>Suddenly, she felt a faint pang of guilt.&nbsp; Was she following in the footsteps of a dozen pushers and pimps in this neighborhood... finding a young girl, luring her with a promise?&nbsp; Sure, it was genuine, in this instance-- Izzy would gladly part with the two hundred.&nbsp; She had been where this girl stood-- freezing in the rain, content with a few stolen scraps and even proud-- yeah, proud-- of what she had done one a given night.&nbsp; She'd also been caught, and she knew the sting of consequence all too well.&nbsp; <br><br>Was it attraction?&nbsp; Of course, that had to be part of it-- petite, spunky, street-tough and vulnerable, all the things that got Izzy warm and fuzzy also got her oiled and ready.&nbsp; Maybe that was the source of the knot of guilt in her stomach... that her motives weren't entirely pure, or entirely practical.&nbsp; In the shadows of that alley, the girl looked like a living doll, bedraggled and soaking after a housefire's end, with eyes as old as Izzy's own.<br><br>"Okay then," she said quietly in reply.&nbsp; She stooped over to create a small shelter from the rain and lit a cigarette from her inner pocket, then cupped her hand protectively over it as she straightened and zipped her coat.&nbsp; "There's a cafe a couple blocks from here, they make decent <i>migas</i>."&nbsp; She smiled, a smokey, languid gesture that was crooked on her full lips.&nbsp; "Might even stop raining by then."<br><br>*<br><br>She had led the way quietly, her boots splashing at the edges of puddles on the smooth concrete, her walk confident and unobtrusive, with just a hint of a feminine sway thta seemed to creep in out of habit.&nbsp; And sure enough, by the time the reached the Dime Cafe, the rain had slowed on its metal awnings from a rapid-fire prattle to a staccato patter, punctuated by the little metal bell over the door as Izzy held it wide.<br><br>"Sit where you like," she said-- beyond the glass storefront, which was accentuated by local artist's stained-glass works like the cathedral windows of LA's "new bohemian" church, amber light spilled out over a few empty tables, a couple booths with home-patched vinyl padding, and a soda-shop bar of polished wood.&nbsp; The proprietor, a man who looked like a mutton-chopped Tommy Lee Jones, glanced up with recognition at the tall woman in the doorway and gave a curt nod.&nbsp; The awning light shed colors through the stained glass onto the floor within in a soft mosaic of greens, blues, and golds, where late night club-goers were sobering up on scrambled eggs and salsa, steaming cups of black coffee, and fresh-fried potatoes.&nbsp; Izzy entered alongside Ashleigh, waiting for her choice, her questions, or her acceptance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 03:03:08</strong>
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				Ashleigh watched the woman, waited for her reaction. Maybe she was being demanding, pushing her luck. Someone who was so willing to part with that kind of money, though, wasn't going to have trouble paying for a meal and a motel room for the night. Besides, Ashleigh had learned than when a good thing came around, you milked every last drop. <br><br>Pleased with herself when the other woman agreed, Ashleigh smiled triumphantly. It only lasted a second, though, to be replaced by a quizzical frown. Maybe she should have asked for more. If she didn't have to argue to get her way, then she wasn't actually getting her way. That was way too easy. Now Ashleigh knew there was more to this than coming along to listen to some more bullshit.<br><br>Could be a pimp, she mused. But no. No, she didn't have the look. Maybe one of those Madame's running a brothel? Doubtful. Ashleigh had never seen one before, but somehow she didn't think they dressed like <em>that</em>. What in God's name was this about? "Those things will kill you, you know." She said, then followed her companion out of the alley. No point running now. She wanted that money, that meal, and a warm bed to sleep in that she didn't have to pay for. Worry about the consequences later. <br><br>- - <br><br>They hadn't been walking long when they arrived at the doors of a quaint little cafe. Sure enough, it was their destination. The walk from the alley had passed in relative silence, not a word passing between the two of them. It gave Ashleigh a chance to reflect, but the only thing clear to her had been clear from the start. She didn't trust this woman. <br><br>Ashleigh was slow to trust anyone. Very few people had ever earned her trust, and the ones who had usually ended up betraying her anyways. Her mother was one or those people. God damn bitch, Ashleigh thought. No, the only person that she did trust was herself. Whatever the stranger wanted, she didn't have Ashleigh's best interest at heart. That much was clear. Nobody gave a damn about girls like her. Except when they wanted a fine piece of ass. Well, if that's what she wanted... <br><br>Ashleigh looked at her through the dimly lit cafe. She was attractive. Under better circumstances, she might have been Ashleigh's type. Tall, strong, athletic, and an attitude to match. But this wasn't better circumstances. She couldn't trust her, and that was that. <br><br>Ashleigh found a seat off in a secluded corner, a booth because they offered more privacy, and she was the kind of girl who didn't like being noticed. Her clothes were soaked, like her hair. At least her red leather jacket was mostly water proof, and when she took it off her black tank top was only damp, unlike her pants which clung to her curves even tighter than before. Her black and white high top converse shoes were worn, and equally drenched, but they'd seen worse, just like the rest of her. She took off her beanie, blonde hair damp and frazzled, and set it down on the bench beside her. <br><br>"So?" She asked, waiting for the other to take a seat across from her. "What do you want? I'm not stupid. I know you're going to try to pitch something to me. So how about you tell me what you want so I can say no, get my money and free meal, and we never have to see each other again." She paused, let her words sink in, then added. "I can tell you right now, I'm not sucking anyone's dick for you. I'm not a whore." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 04:48:05</strong>
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				Sitting opposite Ashleigh in the small booth seemed natural enough... like they might have enough in common for this to be a comfortable meal, at least, not some smarmy business dinner where she had to portray something, play a character to earn trust, reveal secrets, or simply get closer to someone else.&nbsp; She had been many things in many places... a devout Christian to get friendly with a local parishioner with a collection of fine art.&nbsp; A small-arms dealer to make a trade with a cholo who was looking to add kevlar rounds to his arsenal-- that was a hell of a job.&nbsp; An exotic dancer with a thing for bald men-- especially bald men with multiple overseas companies and America's largest collection of Rolex watches.<br><br>But here, at this cafe, she was never anyone but "Iz", and nobody ever asked what she did for a living.&nbsp; This, and a few other places in the city, she wasn't anybody-- much less anybody that someone would come looking for.<br><br>She felt for the briefest moment like Ashleigh was doing more than just 'size her up.'&nbsp; The tough routine was a bit irksome, but she let it go for now.&nbsp; Who could expect less from a girl whose living in the class of people most commonly missing, assaulted, addicted, or murdered... the most free, the most enslaved, the most common and the least noticed except by those who trade in vice.&nbsp; The young street-person was a valuable commodity for illicit trade, and armor was a necessity of survival.<br><br>"Well I don't have any dick for you to suck, not for me or otherwise."&nbsp; She sipped the black coffee that mutton-Lee-Jones brought, gave him a gentle wink in thanks.&nbsp; "But that doesn't mean you're not a whore.&nbsp; Not yet anyway."&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; "It's only a matter of time and resignation."&nbsp; <br><br>She lifted her dark eyes, unzipped the black leather coat and shrugged it off.&nbsp; Her gold-hued arms were lean and toned, not some bull-dyke's hamhocks that would split a door open.&nbsp; It was hard to see where her strength come from before, but she was certainly no dainty flower.<br><br>"This is the part where I convince you to get a shit job flipping burgers or selling t-shirts at one of these shit bodegas.&nbsp; The job goes great but you never get a raise and you eventually settle out for ends on someone's needle, get knocked up by whoever-the-fuck you can and squeeze them out like puppies for a check each month.&nbsp; Right?"<br><br>She was wearing a sleeveless top-- black, tight over what had to be a decent c-cup, v-necked and shimmering like a silk blend where her silver and turquoise necklace dangled near the tip of her cleavage.<br><br>"Or maybe I tell you that Jesus is gonna save you, and you start screaming at people on the street to get his favor."&nbsp; Her dark eyes flashed, and her voice remained even... this was not some speech she had worked up... the words were rolling out, coursing over the lives she'd watched cave in.&nbsp; "You beat people with bibles by day, and suck off your fellow apostles by night, and you convince yourself it's God's work.&nbsp; Finally one day you might just get out of there by marrying a failed college jock who tells you that you need to have as many babies as possible to fuel the fires.&nbsp; You do it, brainwashed as fuck, and at least you won't have to think about all the ways that God has fucked you over."&nbsp; Her lips, the color of a wine's stain on white satin, curled into a tight smile.&nbsp; "But that's not it."<br><br>She leaned back, set the coffee cup on the table, and looked askance at the young woman across from her.&nbsp; "I could go on.&nbsp; Most of the faces I'm seeing in my mind right now?&nbsp; The last time I saw them was in mugshots and missing posters, babe.&nbsp; I'm just sharing the good ones."&nbsp; She trailed her nails over the whorls on the laminate, the simulated wood-grain.&nbsp; "The real question is... what do <i>you</i> want?&nbsp; You're <i>not</i> stupid.&nbsp; You can pull cash all night and get by, but you know that the laws of probability will catch up.&nbsp; Everything happens eventually.&nbsp; You're just going through your eventually's faster than most."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 07:28:02</strong>
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				Ashleigh couldn't get a handle on Izzy. She wasn't a smooth talking manipulator, like those self righteous pricks at the shelter, the ones who liked to talk about their heroic charity, but never actually got to serving the soup, or cleaning the beds. They just talked and charmed, and when they finally had you alone? That's when their true intentions came to bear. Some wanted drug dealers, others sex. Ashleigh had learned long ago never to trust anyone with a silver tongue. <br><br>This wasn't one of those people. The woman was blunt, straight to the point, and she didn't mince any words. Not a pimp looking for new talent, at least. That was something. Ashleigh still didn't know what to think of her acquaintance. And halfway through the spiel, she realized something. <br><br>Ashleigh Valentine was actually paying attention, not just hearing her words, but listening to them. A clever trick by an expert manipulator? No, she thought not. This lecture, talk, reality check. Whatever the fuck it was. It was too honest, too heartfelt. There was passion in her eyes. Liars occurs feign passion in there voice, but not their eyes. <br><br>Did Ashleigh trust her now? No, but she had the girl's attention, which was no small feat in itself. Finally the woman stopped, and silence took over. <br><br>For a few long minutes, not a word passed between them. Ashleigh stared across the table, her mind racing, the wheels turning. Finally she opened her mouth to speak. <br><br>"Why are you telling me all this?" She asked, apprehension clear in her voice but gone was the tough armour that she had put up before. Now... Now Ashleigh just wanted to know why she was sitting here in this cafe listening to a complete stranger. "I don't... I don't know what I want. I just want to stay alive." She said, not really sure why she was telling Izzy this or what it even mattered. "Why do you care what I want? You don't even know me. You don't even know my name." She paused, and shrugged. "It's Ashleigh, by the way." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 15:20:46</strong>
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				The woman across the table stared into her coffee cup, feeling a mixture of revulsion at her own openness and, suddenly, hope at Ashleigh's change of demeanor.&nbsp; Her dark eyes narrowed as she recomposed herself, and she sipped her steaming coffee.&nbsp; "Sometimes staying alive is all we got," she said with a slight nod.&nbsp; "I wish i could say that I know the answer for that one... how to make it so you never have to fall back to 'just staying alive', but I don't."&nbsp; They are interrupted or a moment&nbsp; when a bleary-eyed waitress, wisps of grey escaping her ponytail, delivers two plates of hot foot.&nbsp; The mixture of smells is tantalizing for an empty stomach.&nbsp; <br><br>The waitress departs, and the dark-haired woman shrugs gently, leans a bit forward.&nbsp; "Ashleigh... why I bring this to you isn't important.&nbsp; I see a lot in you, and that's enough. It's what I'm gonna say now, okay?"&nbsp; She looked at her fork and knife, not touching them yet, then focused again on Ashleigh's eyes, her face softening to reflect some strange emotion that is not pity and is not admiration, but is somewhere in the realm of hope.&nbsp; "We make our own way, like you already know.&nbsp; Some people can't do the straight life, whatever the reason.&nbsp; But if you're like me?"&nbsp; She smiled, her eyes glinting with a little danger... a tinge of pride maybe, excitement lingering there.&nbsp; "if you're like me, the straight and narrow isn't gonna happen.&nbsp; Ever.&nbsp; So you need to find a way to make the other route pay off."<br><br>She decided to let that sink in... she wasn't being vague, but she wasn't being specific yet.&nbsp; Why was she taking this risk... was she trying to impress the girl?&nbsp; Scare her straight..?<br><br>No, she was trying to recruit her.&nbsp; She wanted a pupil, a squire, an apprentice... maybe even a partner.&nbsp; Oh this complicated bundle of wants... she had to hope that she could keep it all together.<br><br>"I'm Isadora," she said quietly, then turned her fine-featured face away from Ashleigh to look over her shoulder, around the booth's corner. "You can call me Izzy if you like." When she turned back, her dark eyes looked over Ashleigh once more, and her mouth did that wicked little crooked smile gain-- heart-melting and teasingly vulnerable, but rakishly cocky.&nbsp; "I'm a professional thief."<br><br>She tapped at her plate gently, forking up some of the fresh tomatoes and scrambled eggs.&nbsp; "You could turn me in right now-- grab that cop at the booth over there--" she shrugged toward the opposite corner where a uniformed officer was, without ceremony, being seated by the same waitress.&nbsp; He had nothing in his face to indicate anything other than relief at a late dinner, and he hadn't even glanced Ashleigh and Izzy's way.&nbsp; "But there's no evidence at my place, nothing illegal on me-- nobody could prove anything."&nbsp; She held her long-fingered hands out on the table, the fork poised delicately in one, and grinned.&nbsp; "But I have all the money I need, and I do work that I really, really enjoy."&nbsp; She smiled pleasantly, waiting to see how Ashleigh would spin off this detail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 03:46:48</strong>
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				Normally Ashleigh didn't like coffee. It was too bitter, and when you lived like her, dreams and sleep were the only break you got. Caffeine, then, was counterproductive to her happiness. But the heat emanating from the dark steaming liquid in her mug was too tempting to resist. Soaked from head to toe, she took a sip. The rim covered her face while she drank a few more sips, hiding the mixture of revulsion over the taste and soothing pleasure from the heat. Maybe she could understand why some people liked it. She put the mug down just as their meal arrived. <br><br>For the last few minutes, she had given all of her attention to Izzy. Ashleigh had heard a million speeches by a million people, but this one was different. Nobody was ever this honest, or this open. There was only one thing that could have torn some of her attention away from Izzy, and that was a hot meal. <br><br>She could still hear the other woman while she ate. Devoured was probably a better word. Ashleigh always has a lingering sense of hunger. Though not starving, she rarely ever had 2 meals a day. Sometimes she had nothing in a day, except water. But she never went long enough for her stomach to shrink so badly that she lost her appetite altogether. It took her less than five minutes to finish the entire plate of food. <br><br>"You're a thief?" She asked hesitantly, her voice quiet enough that they wouldn't have to worry about anyone overhearing. For a second she stared at her across the table, unsure how she was supposed to react. The wheels were turning, but Ashleigh had not expected that. <br><br>Of course, she had her suspicions already that Izzy was either a cop or a thief. Nobody else would have been able to notice their pocket being picked the way she had. She made up her mind a long time ago that this wasn't a cop. Police didn't act the way Izzy did, didn't talk the way she did. Maybe she was undercover, but what would an undercover cop want with a low level pick pocket like her? Nobody was going to miss the few hundred dollars a week that she stole. What else did that leave besides a thief? The honesty of her speech convinced Ashleigh that she wasn't a serial killer or human trafficker. Definitely wasn't preaching God's word. No, she had to be a thief. What Ashleigh hadn't expected, however, was for her to come right out and say it, no matter how honest she had been about everything else. Yet she had. Even gave her the chance to turn her in. They both knew how that would go, though. Ashleigh did not know what to think of this... Unique woman. <br><br>"Are you trying to recruit me or something?" She asked cautiously. Ashleigh wasn't stupid. She could see where this was going. It might even have made her a little proud. Izzy wasn't angry with her, but impressed by her. Still, she didn't trust her. <br><br>"Exactly how much do you make?" She questioned, a curious glint in her eye. If there was one thing that could always tempt Ashleigh, it was the promise of payment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 05:03:52</strong>
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				A sparkle lit up her dark eyes when she saw the flicker of intrigue in Ashleigh, and she leaned back from her half-empty plate with a wry smile.&nbsp; She swirled her coffee in its cup, demurely looking up through her lashes at the young woman across from her.&nbsp; "Depends on the job," she says, shrugging her bare shoulder.&nbsp; "I pull a couple a year, tops.&nbsp; Low risk, six figures a year easy."&nbsp; Trailing her fingers over the rim of the coffee cup, she continues studying Ashleigh's reaction... a little superficial, she supposed.&nbsp; Was she bragging?&nbsp; Showing off, like some kind of traveling businessman..?<br><br>"I might want that, actually," she says softly, reaching offering her half-full plate with a little push, and a faint turn of her wrist.&nbsp; The blue-bird tattoo seems to flutter with the subtle gesture.&nbsp; "You've got a good touch, you know the streets, you've got good timing."&nbsp; Content with the coffee for now, she continues to watch Ashleigh come to life over the meal, seeming to take satisfaction in seeing the girl satisfy that fundamental need.&nbsp; "But it's not easy."&nbsp; She looked over Ashleigh's arms once more, studying the pale skin visible from her light tank-top.&nbsp; "No track marks, no tooth damage, no busted blood vessels in your eyes..." she leans in closer, looking up at an angle much like a cat nosing its way closer, "... not your nose either.&nbsp; So I'm assuming you're clean."&nbsp; She takes a sip of her coffee again, leaning back into the booth and crossing her legs under the table. "You have to stay that way.&nbsp; And you can never talk about what you do."<br><br>She chuckles softly, the voice pretty, if a little husky-- a purr more than a laugh.&nbsp; "I know, I'm talking a lot to you right now.&nbsp; But if you talk, or you roll, or you try to rip me off-- it's over.&nbsp; You'll wake up right where you were... on the streets, with a hundred in small bills soaking wet in a puddle... no home, no car, no paycheck, no partners.&nbsp; You'll never see me again, or you better hope you don't."<br><br>The dark eyes close and open slowly, and she studies Ashleigh.&nbsp; She looks her over once more, savoring a sense of warmth... some deep satisfaction at being able to offer food, a chance at a job.&nbsp; Really, she's feeling like she can offer some piece of her life to someone who needs a chance... but this was no charity-- this was work, and this was pleasure.&nbsp; This was life.&nbsp; "I gotta know you're with me.&nbsp; You have to trust me, and you have to do what I say."&nbsp; <br><br>She fishes a small ring of keys from her pocket, jingling them softly, and slides one heavy key from the slip-ring, sliding it over the table to her.&nbsp; "When you're done, we can go."&nbsp; She places a twenty dollar bill under the napkin dispenser.&nbsp; "I have an apartment near here.&nbsp; I'll show you.&nbsp; Along the way, I want you to talk to me.&nbsp; I want you to ask every question you have, I want to know what you like to do.&nbsp; I want to know whatever you want me to know... or it's gonna be a boring-ass walk."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 10:37:05</strong>
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				"I pull a couple a year, tops.&nbsp; Low risk, six figures a year easy." She said.<br><br>Ashleigh stared at her from across the table, glad that she didn't have any coffee in her mouth when she heard those words, otherwise it would have sprayed out across the table. That wasn't just more money than she had ever seen; it was more money than she could imagine. Yet Izzy spoke about it like this was no big accomplishment.&nbsp; It was a matter of fact, and nothing special. To Ashleigh, that amount of money was a way out, a start over. The most amount of money she had ever made in a week was four hundred dollars. That was a good week, a great week. But compared to what Izzy was talking, that was pennies. Even a high school drop out could do that math. <br><br>Her mouthy, tough exterior had worn down considerably in the last twenty minutes. She had gone from the rebellious street youth who wanted nothing to do with Isadora, to a curious, awe struck teenager who suddenly had some hope. And a hot meal in her belly. She was glad for that, and it had softened her mood considerably. Getting out of the rain was a positive, too. Ashleigh knew that she still had the option to take the money and leave. Izzy didn't seem like the kind of person to go back on her word, and she did say that all she wanted was to talk. A few minutes ago, she might not have believed that making two hundred dollars and a free meal could be that simple. Now she knew it was true. The only problem was, what did she do afterwards? The money would last a couple nights, and then what? Then she'd be back out on the streets, doing this exact same thing. What happened when someone else caught her, someone with a more vicious intent? <br><br>"Of course I'm clean," she snapped. Her mother was the addict, not her. Just because she lived on the streets, dressed how she did, talked how she did, that didn't mean she was some loser junkie with more needle holes than brain cells. Her lips were pursed, jaw clenched. She glared at Izzy, annoyed. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she shrugged, a look of defiant indifference still on her face. "I smoke pot." Ashleigh didn't know why told the other woman this, but somehow she felt Izzy would have known if she lied. Besides, it was just weed. Everybody smoked weed. "I haven't for a few days, but . . . that's all I do. It's just weed." She finished.<br><br>For the rest of Izzy's speech, she remained mostly silent. There wasn't much for her to say. Trust was something that she had to earn. Even at her young age, Ashleigh knew that better than most. There wasn't anything that she could say to make anyone trust her. She had to prove that she was trustworthy first. <br><br>"I understand" There wasn't even a trace of apprehension in her voice. Less than half an hour earlier, she would not have trusted this woman with her first name. Now here she was, preparing to accept a job offer. It could have been a trap, but who would bother trapping her? Maybe she was just looking for some canon fodder, a girl to help her with a quick job. Then when they were done? Clean up any loose ends. Maybe, Ashleigh thought. But it was a risk she was willing to take. You never got anywhere if you didn't take risks. "I'll do anything you need me to do." <br><br>Relief. Excitement, maybe. Nervousness? Ashleigh didn't know what she felt after having said those words, after agreeing to work with someone that she barely knew on a job that she didn't know anything about, except that they were going to steal something. It was going to get her off the streets, though, and for that she could only be grateful. <br><br>Izzy slipped something across the table, and Ashleigh was astonished to see that it was a key. She stared at it a moment, blinked, then looked upwards to Izzy. "A key to your place?" She asked, though the answer was obvious to her before she spoke. She had been expecting a hotel room at best. Without waiting for an answer, she took the key and stuffed it into her side jacket pocket. No point giving Izzy the chance to reconsider, she thought. Then she looked up. "Let's go."<br><br>--<br><br>The rain had slowed a little bit when they got back outside, though there were less people out now than there had been. It was getting late. Silently she wondered what time it actually was. Ashleigh allowed Izzy to walk half a step ahead, to lead the way. They were going to her apartment, after all, and she had no idea where that was. "Is it far?" She asked, not really caring one way or another, but the silence was bothering her. Ashleigh had spent the last two years living on the streets. A few more minutes wasn't going to hurt her. "You live by yourself?" Izzy had told her to ask her questions, and since Ashleigh had many of them, she was going to start. She had never been shy before. Why start now? "Have a boyfriend or something? Girlfriend?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 16:17:00</strong>
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				When Ashleigh's answer came, 'I'll do anything you need me to do,' Izzy seemed relieved.&nbsp; She sank into the booth for a moment's rest, smiled up at Ashleigh, and rose smoothly when the young woman was ready.&nbsp; The proprietor nodded after them, and Izzy inclined her head as the small bell over the door sang its little song, and then they were on their way.&nbsp; "This place I'm taking you-- it's mine, but it's not my <em>place</em>."&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; "I keep a couple extra pads around the city, just in case.&nbsp; Believe me," she flashed her dark eyes over at Ashleigh, her expression impish and flirtatious, "it's for your own good.&nbsp; If I take you to my place I might not behave myself."&nbsp; The excuse was just that-- an excuse.&nbsp; She was keeping distance, that much was clear, and the humor was a deflection of that.<br><br>The streets were more vacant now, like the city was some kind of shop that was closing for the night-- the interior lights were going down, but the exterior lights were still on, like someone fading to sleep but still trying to look aware.&nbsp; "This is the best time of night," Izzy said, glad that the rain had stopped.&nbsp; She left her jacket open for the evening cool.&nbsp; "Like the whole city's yours." Listening carefully to Ashleigh's questions, she nodded comfortably.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; No family, nobody special."&nbsp; She fished another cigarette from her pocket and lit it, her face illuminated for a moment in the orange glow from her lighter.&nbsp; "Just me."&nbsp; Lifting one eyebrow, she tilted the cigarette fingers up-- a silent offer, just to be polite... not a push.&nbsp; "I have a few friends, you know."&nbsp; She shrugged gently, as if maybe she should be embarrassed about it, but she wasn't.&nbsp; "I don't do the long-term relationship thing."&nbsp; And just like that, she'd dodged the very subtle question of her sexuality... leaving the question hanging.&nbsp; The ease of it was maddening.<br><br>"You got a special guy?&nbsp; Maybe a girl?&nbsp; Somebody going to come hunting me down for whisking you away?"&nbsp; The smile lingered at her mouth as she studied Ashleigh for a reaction-- maybe giving her a once-over to see if maybe there was something to her questions beyond mere curiosity.<br><br>After only a couple of drags, she tossed the cigarette into the storm drain, then slowed her walk just past the facade of a closed-down record shop, where a narrow door with dim interior ligthing waited, just before the locked and shuttered entrance of a chain pharmacy.&nbsp; Above the iron security grating the door was marked "44903 A-B", and Izzy gestured casually at the single keyhole.&nbsp; "There you are," she said softly.&nbsp; "Make sure the key works?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 23:11:22</strong>
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				"It's also more dangerous." Ashleigh put in, though she didn't really know why. Like Izzy, she enjoyed the freedom that the night offered. There weren't as many people around to bother her, no crowds, or excessive noise. It was peaceful. As long as you kept your head down and knew which alleys to avoid. Ashleigh knew the streets well. She knew where it was safe, and where it was not. Somehow, she felt like as long as she was with Izzy, she'd be safe anywhere. As long as she stayed on her good side. "I don't need you to protect me." She said suddenly. Ashleigh wasn't sure whether it was her own thought that made her speak, or Izzy's warning that it was for her own good. She thought it was a bit of both, though she couldn't understand why she felt a little disappointed that Izzy wasn't actually taking her home. A warm bed was a warm bed. <em>It'd be even warmer with someone else in it</em>. <br><br>Ashleigh took a few quick strides forward until the two were walking side by side. "Why not?" She asked bluntly. Romance had always eluded Ashleigh, though it wasn't for lack of interest. Very few people interested her in that way. She wasn't sure whether or not she was attracted to Izzy, but she was curious whether there was even a chance. Certainly she found the woman intriguing. Physically, too, she was Ashleigh's type: tall, strong, athletic. Her companion was guarded, though. Ashleigh frowned a little when she discovered that her subtle interrogation hadn't been successful. However, she had no plans of coming right out and asking whether or not she was gay. What would that imply? <br><br>"I like girls." She said confidently, not the type of girl to hide her sexuality. And perhaps she thought that if she was open about herself, Izzy might be as well. "And no. I don't think anyone wants to date a street girl who picks peoples pockets for a living." She shrugged, as if trying to say that it didn't bother her. Maybe it didn't. Ashleigh tried not to care what other people thought of her. For the most part she succeeded. But that didn't mean she never got lonely. She glanced at Izzy again, taking her all in, as if to see if there was some chemistry there. No, Ashleigh thought. She just wants a partner . . . a work partner.<br><br>"This is it?" Ashleigh asked, though there wasn't a trace of disappointment in her voice, merely curiosity. She pushed the key into the door. It turned and unlocked. "Works." She assured Izzy, then turned to look at her. "You're not leaving, are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 00:53:27</strong>
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				"Why not..." she shrugged, long legs taking her strides casually and matching Ashleigh's pace so she could watch the girl's face from the corner of her eye.&nbsp; "I don't want to sound like a wanna-be DeNiro, but it's hard to let something into your life that you can't walk away from in ten seconds flat."&nbsp; She focused ahead of her, meeting the path.&nbsp; "I don't need a wife, I need a partner that can screw like a crazed devil."&nbsp; So much for the elusiveness, she thought.&nbsp; <br><br>Izzy watched as Ashleigh opened the lock, turning over the situation to examine it from fresh angles.&nbsp; She was finding that harder to do... to analyze, think logically.&nbsp; She couldn't shake the sensation that, sometime between the knife point and the exchange of keys, Ashleigh might have gone from defensive and bubbling with spite to... well... maybe bubbling with something a little warmer.&nbsp; She wasn't going to delude herself... this was what she was hoping for, maybe had been hoping for a long time.<br><br>She held the metal door, and its hinges squeaked softly as she let more of the dingy fluorescent light spill into the street.&nbsp; The stairwell was a little dusty, the wood spattered with paint that have dried a decade ago.&nbsp; "No," she said softly, reaching her free hand to gesture up the stairs.&nbsp; "No, not just yet.&nbsp; It's on the left."&nbsp; She swallowed.&nbsp; "I'll go first, Ashleigh."&nbsp; She started to walk up the stairs steadily, the heels of her Docs clicking softly on the stairs, and this time there was no mistaking the sway in her hips, far more obvious now that they were off the street.<br><br>She slipped her jacket from her shoulders, and there was an audible click as the door swung shut and locked behind them.&nbsp; A paper flier, slipped through the mail slot, rustled as she kicked it aside.&nbsp; "It's really not much, sorry.&nbsp; But it's got a bed, a tv, a shower... some essentials, too.&nbsp; I try to keep things stocked."&nbsp; She glanced back over her shoulder very subtly to catch Ashleigh's eye.&nbsp; "I... ah... how old are you, Ashleigh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 02:20:54</strong>
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				Relationships were difficult under ideal conditions. For someone who spent her life moving from one alley to another, or for a woman who pulled heists for a living, they were especially difficult. Not everyone thought they were worth it. At eighteen years old, despite how pessimistic her life had made her, Ashleigh was a little more romantic than that. She looked up at Izzy, studied her. "Maybe you just need someone that you can trust so you don't have to run out on them in ten seconds flat if something goes wrong." Ashleigh didn't know what made her say it. Obviously Izzy wasn't interested in a kid like her, not that way. <br><br>Ashleigh was beautiful, she knew that much. Despite living on the streets, she took good care of her body. It was, after all, one of the tools at the disposal of an attractive young woman. Razors were cheap and easy to find. Other than her head, her body was mostly smooth as silk, including the thing that made her a woman between her legs. But was she wife or girlfriend material, especially for someone... How old was Izzy? Ashleigh put her around 30. No, she thought. Izzy might want to fuck, but she wouldn't date someone so young. <br><br>But she was gay. The knowledge didn't make this any easier. She wasn't even sure how to feel about that. It would have been easier if Izzy had just said she liked men. Then Ashleigh, for no other reason than her sex, would never stand a romantic chance with Isadora. But she was gay, and Ashleigh didn't know how to take it. <br><br>Maybe it was the fact that she never really stuck with one person long enough to feel attracted to them. Why was she so enthralled with this woman she barely knew? Not even an hour ago she would have liked nothing more than to punch her in the mouth. Now? Now she didn't even know what to think. Except that Izzy had offered her a way out. If nothing else came from this, she was grateful for that. Maybe that's all there was to it. Isadora was the first person in a very long time to actually give her some credit. Maybe she just wanted to show her gratitude. No, she thought. That wasn't it. <br><br>The way she couldn't take her eyes off the woman's ass while they walked up the staircase should have been proof enough that she was interested in more than simply paying someone back who gave her a shot. She tried to look at something else, anything else. But her eyes kept wandering back to what she knew she shouldn't be looking at. Or did Izzy want her to look? The way she moved her hips... That wasn't an accident. They pushed their way into one of the rooms. <br><br>"Better than what I'm used to." She shrugged, taking in the room. It would be more than comfortable enough for her. Ashleigh couldn't even remember the last time she'd watched TV. And the shower? God, she wanted to shower without some old bitch staring at her ass the whole time. <br><br>"I'm eighteen." She said, a little quicker than she meant to. It occurred to her that Izzy probably wasn't asking to check if she was legal. She wondered why she asked the question at all. Ashleigh studied her, silent for a moment. "Why?" She spoke in a suspicious tone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 05:12:29</strong>
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				Izzy looked relieved for a moment, then rolled her eyes skyward as she entered the apartment.&nbsp; "Just wondering how guilty I should be feeling," she said softly, flicking on lights in the sparse living room-- there was a dated-looking couch of 1970s wicked red, broad with built-in end-tables and a slate-topped coffee table.&nbsp; Two lamps-- amber glass, with tall paper shades, lit up from the switch... must have been connected to the outlets.&nbsp; The television was just a flat-panel hanging on the wall, and it was the only thing on the wall apart from a Japanese-themed painting of the ocean with some indecipherable medieval calligraphy in that foreign script.<br><br>"As you saw, the front door and the apartment door are keyed alike--"&nbsp; she tested the single turnkey deadbolt, then showed her the high-security sliding bolts at the top and bottom.&nbsp; "It's a fire door... this place used to be half a warehouse.&nbsp; Wood laminate makes it look casual but," she rapped it lightly with her ivory knuckles, "but the whole frame is solid.&nbsp; Metal studs in the wall too... should be secure.&nbsp; Sprinklers--" she gestured absently, "and they work-- as of this year's inspection.&nbsp; Linens on the bed... I haven't slept here in weeks.&nbsp; Ramen, bottled water, some canned stuff in the kitchen..." she tossed her leather jacket onto the couch, left it laying.&nbsp; "A couple towels, soap... probably a couple new toothbrushes..."&nbsp; She grinned faintly.&nbsp; "I hope so, anyway."<br><br>She opened the nearest door, and inside was a closet-- nothing but a rechargeable vacuum cleaner.&nbsp; "Viola," she said, elegantly sweeping her hand.&nbsp; "And in here--" she opened the only other door, aside from the opening to a tiny kitchenette with a classic old fridge and a rangetop, to reveal what must have been the bedroom.&nbsp; "Well..." she shrugged.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It ain't the Ritz-Carlton."&nbsp; A few steps later, her boots sounding distant and echoing on the scuffed parquet floors, she had closed the distance to Ashleigh, and looked at her carefully for a moment through her long, dark lashes.&nbsp; "We'll work our way to that."&nbsp; Her mouth, full lips and glistening as she licked them once, as if in apprehension.&nbsp; "Why..." She smiled once more, then gently bent forward to take Ashleigh's hand in her own.&nbsp; Bending her face ever so slightly, she covered the young woman's mouth with her own, breathing a soft sigh along Ashleigh's beestung lips before pressing them gently, pouting them away in a tender kiss.&nbsp; "That's why."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 08:08:58</strong>
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				The apartment was mostly what you might expect from a thief's safe house. There were few things visible that held enough value to warrant a break in of any kind. Yet the door was bolted and secure by locks that would make some banks green with envy. A TV hung on the wall, far from top of the line, but it beat staring at piles of garbage and ill done graffiti. There was a kitchen stocked with food, maybe not the most nutritious, but appetising for someone who rarely had even one full meal a day. The shower was among the highlights. A private shower. Mostly private, anyways. <br><br>"Guilty about what?" Ashleigh wondered aloud. Isadora was infuriatingly vague on a great many things that Ashleigh considered extremely essential for her to know. She looked at her, lips pursed and her jaw clenched. The expression was much the same as it had been before when Ashleigh had been tossing around obscenities in a display of her indifferent mistrust. Now she was anything but indifferent. Why couldn't Izzy just be God damn straight forward? <br><br>The bare bones tour of the apartment ended with a view of the bedroom. It looked cozy, comfortable, and large enough for two. Another hint? Ashleigh couldn't be sure. "We'll work our way to what?" She had been about to ask, but was abruptly silenced. <br><br>For a few long seconds she stared at Izzy, only half aware that the other woman had taken her hands. It took her a moment to realise what was happening. They had only just met. How long ago had it been since Izzy had first cornered Ashleigh in the damp alleyway? Maybe this had all been an elaborate scheme to get into her pants. She didn't think that was true. If all she had wanted was to fuck, Ashleigh had offered that as an option immediately. Isadora had no way of knowing that she wouldn't have actually followed through on her promise. <br><br>Her thoughts were silenced when she felt a pair of sweet lips brush against her own. It was over faster than it had begun, the warmth from Izzy's breath still lingering on her mouth, her taste still fresh on Ashleigh's lips. She brought a finger up to touch them, as if to make sure the kiss had actually happened. Then her eyes met Izzy's. Ashleigh had a look of shock on her face, but not of revulsion. A few moments of silence passed like this. <br><br>Her hands had somehow descended down onto Izzy's hips, though Ashleigh couldn't remember putting them there. Still, she didn't take them back. After a little while longer without uttering a word, she slid her hands from the sides of the other woman's hips until they were resting just above the button and zipper. She didn't take them down, or even begin the process. Instead she left them there and glanced up into Isadora's dark eyes, waiting for the approval to proceed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 15:30:17</strong>
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				Her lips were closed now, her face placid, but her nostrils flared softly with increased breath.&nbsp; She gently cupped her hands alongside Ashleigh's jaw, studying her delicate features, vulnerable under the tough surface.&nbsp; Her dark eyes closed and opened once more slowly, and her breasts rose and fell as she leaned in to close the gap between where the two women stood, softly pressing them just above Ashleigh's.&nbsp; She made no move to stop her hands, shifting her weight from one foot to the other to brace herself evenly.<br><br>"This isn't part of the deal," she said in a husky breath, her eyes narrow and her features cool despite her obvious arousal.&nbsp; "I'm not buying you.&nbsp; I want to teach you.&nbsp; I want you to be free."&nbsp; She placed her hands on Ashleigh's waist and glided them under her Nirvana tank top, caressing her lower back with strong, warm fingers.&nbsp; "But I want you."<br><br>Her hands roamed up under Ashleigh's shirtless back, feeling the slope of her waist, the flare of her ribs, the curve of her spine... her belly button showed where the shirt rode up under Izzy's caress.<br><br>"It's not the Ritz Carlton," she whispered, her breath tickling Ash's lips.&nbsp; "But maybe one day."&nbsp; She released Ashleigh's lower back and cupped her elbows in a silent 'yes', and arched her back to give the young woman full access to her,&nbsp; as she watched, her dark lashes half-closed, for every reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 05:01:43</strong>
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				This wasn't how Ashleigh pictured her night going. At the very best, she had been wanting to sleep in a warm bed at a dingy hourly rate motel filled with prostitutes and drug addicts. As Izzy had so eloquently put it, it's not the Ritz Carlton. But it was a huge step up from a wet alleyway. This, well this was a whole different thing entirely. One night in a motel was nice, but then that night was over, Ashleigh knew she'd been spending the next back&nbsp; on the streets with no shelter and very little protection. Now she had a place to stay. It might be temporary, or it might be permanent. She didn't know, but she thought Izzy would at least let her stay for a week or more. <br><br>The need to keep out of the rain had nothing to do with Ashleigh's fingers on Isadora's waist. She had no respect for whores. They sold their body out for pennies or drugs. Hers was more important than that, more valuable than that. Yes, she had offered it up to Izzy earlier in exchange for being let go. But that was just a trick, a ruse to get the other woman to loose her grip long enough to flee. No, Ashleigh wasn't a whore, and she never would be.<br><br>"I wouldn't be doing this if I thought it was part of the deal." She said, her mouth close enough to Izzy's that her warm breath spilled out across the other woman's lips. She kissed them, more of a peck really, then pulled away. "I get lonely sometimes." She shrugged, and popped the button open on her partner's pants. The zipper came down easily. <br><br>"Can we shower?" She asked abruptly, her hands having moved once again to rest on Izzy's hips. This time she let her fingers dip inside, beneath the waist band of the older woman's underwear. Ashleigh's fingers were as soft and graceful as they were quick. She slid them around behind, digging her nails into Isadora's fleshy backside. "Together, I mean. I haven't had a real, hot shower where I didn't have people staring at me for a really long time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 06:48:57</strong>
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				The touch of Ashleigh's fingers are like warm, electric kisses, awakening a deep need with no name that didn't edge on the vulgar.&nbsp; Her professional defensiveness became a twitching nerve of anxiety in her, but she wasn't willing to listen.&nbsp; She wanted to crush it, give way to the beast.&nbsp; Was it really so dangerous to open up..?&nbsp; <br><br>Then Ashleigh spoke.&nbsp; <i>I get lonely sometimes...</i>&nbsp; God, so simple, yes, she got lonely too.<br><br><i>Let me in,</i> Izzy thought, her eyes dilating as Ashleigh so delicately returned her kiss.&nbsp; The thin satin band of her thong was slick over smooth skin, and she wanted Ashleigh's deft hands everywhere, not just teasing the waistband of her jeans to test the firmness of her ass. But patience brings great reward.<br><br>Her answer to the request was simply to act, and she reached for the younger woman's hand.&nbsp; Trailing their joined fingers behind her, she flicked a switch, and a single bulb over the sink lit up.&nbsp; The shower was waiting simple-- a glass stall, clean blue tiles.&nbsp; A small metal with a faded, but clean, beach towel, and a paper-wrapped bar of soap.&nbsp; She turned, facing Ashleigh with a smoldering stare.&nbsp; She leaned against the wall, opening the stall door languidly, and turned the ceramic handle on the chrome faucets.&nbsp; Water started to flow--a generous spray, gentle and steady.&nbsp; By the time steam started to build, she had propped up one foot on the wall, pressed back to the wall like she was drunk on staring at the young woman with her.&nbsp; She loosened the speed laces and slipped off the boot and a black sock beneath, then repeated with the other foot.<br><br>She was watching Ashleigh as she did it-- her bare arms holding to the shadows of the lone bulb, and she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.&nbsp; The denim, still damp, sagged low on her hips-- a trim waist, gently sculpted abs, a shallow pool of a navel.&nbsp; Her black thong beneath slung far down the smooth slope of her lower belly, trim over her sex, where the faintly glistening fabric clung to the cleft of her sex.&nbsp; "I want to see you," she said in a whisper, her mouth hanging in a subtle pout that belied her hungry stare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 08:42:12</strong>
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				Ashleigh held no illusions that this was going to be anymore more than a one nightstand. Did she want it to be? Yes, God yes. There was something about Izzy that she was naturally drawn to. Maybe it was because nobody ever gave a shit about protecting her, and somehow when she was with the other woman she just felt safe. Maybe it was the fact that she did actually seem to care about her. Even if Izzy claimed it was pure business, you didn't just pick a strange girl up off the streets and offer her a job and place to crash because she showed a little talent. That didn't mean she wanted to pursue a relationship with Ashleigh, but she cared. At least a little bit. <br><br>As they walked towards the bathroom, she wondered why she was so willing to do this with someone she had only just met. Ashleigh had always been an open minded girl. But that didn't mean she was a slut, ready to fuck on a moments notice. And she hadn't been lying when she told the other woman that this had nothing to do with wanting to payback a favour. No, she wanted this as much as Izzy did. But why? Did it matter? No, Ashleigh thought. It didn't.<br><br>Once they were in the bathroom, she found it difficult to undress when Izzy was tearing off her own clothes right in front of her. All she wanted to do was watch. That body . . . such a contrast to her own. Isadora was built like an athlete with lean, but rock hard muscle. Ashleigh was smaller, thin and in good shape, but she didn't have the same sort of definition. Her body was softer, more feminine. She had the kind of curves that even the most beautiful women envied, and a silky, unblemished complexion, not a single scar on her body. She tore her eyes away from Izzy, not because she thought it was inappropriate to look, but because she needed to take her own clothes off as well.<br><br>Her back was to the other woman when she lifted her tank top up and over her head. It fell to the floor in a heap, and when it did Izzy would be able to see that Ashleigh wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm and supple. They were a little more than a handful. Her nipples and areola were light pink, and not too large. Once her tank top was off, she got to work on her pants. They were unbuttoned and unzipped in a matter of seconds. She was eager to be out of them. Her back was still to Isadora when she bent over to pull them down with her panties all at once. Her bum was round and firm, just a little paler than her tanned arms, but only just. The cheeks had a rosy hue, probably from the damp cold, and as she bent forward, Izzy would have been able to see her shaved slit peeking out from between her thighs. But only for an instant. Ashleigh slid of her shoes and left her clothes in a heap on the floor before she turned around to face what she hoped was an equally naked lover. <br><br>She stepped forward and placed her hands on Izzy's hips. "What do you think?" She asked, nudging the taller woman's chin with her nose. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 14:54:49</strong>
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				Izzy was speechless... her jeans pooled on the floor and she managed to step out of them, toeing them away, as she stared-- a was of heat slightly flushing her olive-hued skin.&nbsp; She had managed to unhook her bra and slip it out the armhole of her top, letting the black lace garment dangle from her slim fingers and trail the floor, forgotten, as she watched Ashleigh smoothly and quickly expose her body.<br><br>Her eyes widen at the sight of Ashleigh's curves and youthful grace, and she turns her face to the side slightly and unconsciously grinds her ass against the cool surface of the wall when Ashleigh bends forward. <i>God help me,</i> she thinks, her full lips pursing for a hungry sigh.<br><br>As Ashleigh turns back to face her, she answered in a husky whisper, 'I'll show you what I think," and whipped her shirt up over her head in a long bodied stretch-- her full, round breasts and her lean abdomen extend, and when she lowers her arms her bare breasts upturn slightly at the rosy brown aureoles, the size of a fifty cent piece, and tipped with dark nipples erect and eager.&nbsp; There's a flash of a pale scar on her ribs, about an inch long, and a wispy black tattoo ends on each upper arm, extending around her angular shoulders. <br><br>"What i think," her smile is saturated with sex as she tugs down the black, satiny thong from her sex-- and they seem frustratingly clingy for just a moment until she crumples and tosses them, and in the faint light there's a wink of glisten at her sex-- cleanly waxed, as are her legs and ass-- smooth butterscotch skin and a small path of soft, short-trimmed black hair a half-inch above the opening of her sex.<br><br>There's a wash of intoxication in her now, and she's bordering on losing her control to the desire to touch Ashleigh's supple form-- to caress every inch, to give this girl the pleasures unique to woman's physical lusts and passions--the stirred passion, the need for a fire that consumes and remakes at once.&nbsp; <br><br>"This is what I think," she encircled Ashleigh with her arms then, her taller frame and full breasts cradling and welcoming Ashleigh's smooth skin as she kissed her, full and with open lips that worked in one kiss after another.&nbsp; "I want you so bad I'm aching," she said, and gently lifted Ashleigh against her with casual ease... one hand around her shoulders, the other cupping her sinewy thighs and lifting the young woman to straddle Izzy's hips, lifting the petite girl against her and easing her into the warm stream as she kissed her again.<br><br>Her skin smells of sandalwood, mingling with the faint tinge of tobacco smoke in her hair over the honey-scented shampoo.&nbsp; Then there's the warm mist of the water, cascading over Ashleigh's hair and pelting gently at her scalp, cascading down their faces and shoulders, trickling down their legs first until the water saturates them both completely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 00:42:30</strong>
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				When Ashleigh turned to find the mostly naked form of her soon to be lover standing there, back against the wall, it was all she could do to keep her knees from buckling. Her hand wanted to dive between her thighs and ravage herself mercilessly, but not. No, wouldn't it be better to let Izzy do that for her? God, she wanted this woman to do things to her . . .<br><br>Some girls might have been more self conscious about their naked bodies. Ashleigh, however, was confident in her own skin. A byproduct of showering every day for the last two years in front of a herd of other women. Now it was just her and Izzy. Perhaps that made it more difficult. What if she didn't like Ashleigh's body? What if she turned away in disgust? No, that wasn't possible. Beauty may be objective, but no one was going to accuse Ashleigh Valentine of being unattractive. Yet there was still something so inherently vulnerable about what she was doing, exposing her body for judgement to the eyes of the single woman whose judgement mattered to her right now. <br><br>Ashleigh yelped when she was lifted off her feet, but it wasn't a yelp of protest or duress. It was a squeal of excitement, the sound of a girl unable to contain the sensation that came from intense nervousness suddenly being transformed into pure relief and joy. Izzy approved. And she was strong. God, but Ashleigh loved that. She felt like a child in her arms, light as a feather. They kissed.<br><br>The hot water beating down on her naked back was much more soothing than the rain outside had been, and Ashleigh clung to Isadora, not because she felt like her lover couldn't hold her up by her strength alone, but because she simply couldn't keep her hands off of her. Nails dug into Izzy's muscular back as they kissed, and Ashleigh squeezed her thighs tight around the other's waist until her ankles were interlocked just above her naked backside. Finally the kiss ended, and she took a deep breath, gasped for air.<br><br>"Izzy," she whispered, dropping her head so she could kiss her neck, her jawlines, her ear. "Tell me what you want to do me. Tell me what you're <em>going</em> to do." Her voice was no louder than before, but there was a tone of urgency in it, like Ashleigh needed to hear. God, but she wanted this badly. Her vagina was pressed firmly into Izzy's taut, muscular stomach. Even if the shower wasn't pelting them with hot water, her abdomen would have been just as wet, a sign of Ashleigh's unchecked arousal. "I want you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 04:49:19</strong>
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				Her breath is coming stronger in Ashleigh's ear as she listens to her young lover's words, and Izzy is doing everything possible to savor each moment like she was thirsting, and had only a sip of water... she wanted to swirl every sensation of Ashleigh on her palate, savor every drop of her tonight.&nbsp; She rolled her back in a serpentine wave, trying to feel her with as much of her bare body as possible, to stimulate every nerve ending in a long, languid wave.&nbsp; Her full breasts pressed against Ash's and she thrilled at the firm breasts and pert nipples against her sensitive breasts, but the exposure of Ashleigh's sex on her belly was whirling with that sensation in a torrent of lust.&nbsp; She was thirsting, and she had a waterfall now in this lovely young creature, this adoring girl who had, from such resistance, come to such open delight with her.<br><br>With Ashleigh propped back against the tile she was able to explore her, and between twisting, full mouthed kisses she spoke in hushed urgency as her hands roamed the swell of her ass, the smooth inward slope of her flank, the delicate curve of her arm.&nbsp; "I'm going to devour you, darling girl..." she grinned and suckled Ashleigh's lip between her own and gently tugged at it, then let her tongue swipe along the full flesh.&nbsp; The next words were against her still tingling lips, "...I'm going to memorize how you look when you come, how every shudder feels against my hand, my body, my mouth.&nbsp; And I'm going to show you all of me..." her kisses locked onto Ashleigh's ear, and she tugged gently at the lobe with her teeth before working her way under the uptilted jaw to plant hot, nipping kisses down the nape.&nbsp; "You're going to taste me... and I can get very, very wet."&nbsp; <br><br>She eased Ashleigh to the smooth floor, where a small rubber mat kept her from slipping.&nbsp; Ashleigh might have even noticed that it was the shape of a white seashell, with her keen eye.&nbsp; Izzy seemed to stand back as if in a trance, drinking in the sight of the petite blonde's full, nude body from her delicate toes up her legs, following the contours to her smooth and inviting cleft, to her lovely middle and delicious, pert breasts to finally dine, longingly, on the shape of her mouth and the glisten of her bright eyes.&nbsp; "And I'm going to touch every inch of you-- everywhere you can feel pleasure in one single night."&nbsp; Her hands trailed reluctant, but exploring down the incline of Ashleigh's lower back to squeeze her buttocks once more before, like a disciplined soldier, she reached for the soap, tearing the paper away with a soft whisper, and turned back with eager eyes.&nbsp; "And I'm going to wash you... your hair too."&nbsp; <br><br>With a delicate smile that fades to a longing, half-lidded stare, she rubs the bar over Ashleigh's shoulder and arm, leaving a faint, transluscent trail of bubbly soap on the suntanned skin.&nbsp; she closes the distance, massaging her shoulders and neck with the slick, soapy water, and then cups both arms and slides them down to her lover's hands-- entwining them, suds between their clasped fingers, she kisses her once more and rolls her wet breasts against her once more, warm and tipped with pebble-hard nipples.&nbsp; She soaped the girl's breasts next, rolling her hands in a wide arc down to her belly before returning to work her way in gentle circles around the aureoles rolling her fingers to a gentle pinch that slides off teasingly, before lathering the girl's abdomen and flanks with loving, long strokes.<br><br>Her eyes flit back and forth from her task-- which the soft smile indicates she is soaking in for a lifetime of wet dreams-- to Ashleigh's face to savor the reactions she can see there.&nbsp; "Turn around," she says-- though a command, her tone is more questioning, like the request would be one that the girl should not pass up.&nbsp; As she does, Izzy starts again at the shoulders and paints a broad 's' down her back before massaging her way back up from her waist, descending again to shamelessly stroke the swells of her ass, parting them gently as a kitten.&nbsp; "Everywhere," she repeats in a melodic purr as her slickened fingers slip between the cheeks, gently parting them to stroke-- delicately, and then again more firmly, down and up across the buttonhole of her ass.&nbsp; <br><br>There's a sweep of wet kisses, and water floods across her mouth and nose but she breathes through it, deeply, and water spills from her mouth as she places a gentle, but firm, nip at one round cheek before soaping the girl's legs in turn.&nbsp; Her mouth trails from one side to the other as she reaches the girl's feet, which she lifts, one at a time, and washes with the probing care of a mother cat, then she stands once more.<br><br>"Almost done," she says tenderly, setting the bar on the little grooved rest beside Ashleigh's hand, and encircles her waist to slide her soap-slicked fingers down the cleft of her belly to tenderly, gently, massage the mound of her sex and lower, delicately caressing the labia there, before letting one slippery finger part them for a slow, stroking caress.<br><br>This caress lasts longer-- by far-- than it needs to, and her left hand creeps its way up to cup one of the lovely breasts in her hand, testing its pliancy and rolling it against the girl's upper chest as she begins, with restrained eagerness, to draw a long line along the slit, again and again, punctuated by little circles around where she can feel the hood of her youthful clit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 06:14:28</strong>
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				Warm water rained down on their naked bodies, cascading along their skin, unable to differentiate where Ashleigh ended and Isadora began. Steam rose above their heads, filling the bathroom with a hazy fog. Was it from the hot water or their passionate embrace? Ashleigh squeezed her body tight against her companion. She never wanted to let go; she would never let go. This was a perfect moment,&nbsp; the kind of moment that only came along . . . never, for Ashleigh. This was the happiest, freest she could ever remember feeling. How strange that she could find such joy in the arms of a woman she barely knew. Or maybe it was appropriate. Everyone else in her life, all the people that were <em>supposed</em> to care about her didn't. Ashleigh felt nothing but disdain for those people, her mother, her father, the social workers who claimed they were only concerned with her best interests. <em>Fuck them,</em> she thought, and kissed the other woman with all her passion. <em>God, Izzy. Fuck me!</em>.<br><br>"I'm going to devour you, darling girl..." She said.<br><br>Yes, yes, God yes. During a brief pause in their kissing, her lips temporarily unlocked from Izzy's, Ashleigh leaned her head back until it bumped against the tile wall behind her. Water from the showerhead spilled down between their naked bodies, dripping over their breasts, to their stomach's and finally to where the younger girl's swollen sex was grinding into the taut belly of her muscled companion. Those muscles were pristine, she thought. Ashleigh didn't like the bulging, body builder, strong as a truck type of muscles. But Izzy's lean athleticism, her gymnasts body. It was perfect. She wanted to explore every inch of it. <em>With my tongue!</em> <br><br>Her knees buckled when she was placed back down on the floor, but she managed to correct herself and stayed upright, using her grip on Izzy's shoulders for balance. "I want you to fuck me senseless." She whispered into her lover's ear. Ashleigh had wrapped her arms around the back of Izzy's neck and was nibbling gently, playfully on the side of her jaw and the dangling lobe of her ear. Then she pulled back, kissed her lips once, and dropped her hands down to rest on the other's wet hips. <br><br>Why was the idea of having another person wash you in a steaming shower so erotic? Ashleigh thought it was because in order to be completely clean, that meant Izzy would have to watch every inch of her, explore every last part of her. Just like she had promised that she would. The soap felt good against her creamy flesh, darkened only by a faint tan. Izzy washed her, and Ashleigh let her, enjoying every last second of it. She helped by raising her arms when they needed to be raised, parting her legs when they needed to be spread, moaning, whimpering, and gasping the entire time because Isadora's sensual touch was more than she could take without reacting.<br><br>The sensation was incredible, like nothing she had ever felt before. She imagined that it didn't physically feel all that much different than when she rubbed the same soap all over her own body, but when it was another person doing it, a beautiful lover like Izzy doing it, everything changed. She felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm already, but she knew it wouldn't come until her pussy got at least a little bit of attention. Silently she wondered what they would do together once they left the shower. Izzy gave hints, but only hints. God, she wanted to bury her face between this woman's thighs. <br><br>"Turn around." She said.<br><br>Ashleigh obeyed partly because she felt like she had to. There was nothing authoritative about Izzy's voice, but she had been the one with all the control since the very first second they met. Why should it be any different now. The other part was because . . . well, the moan that escaped her lips when she felt Izzy's hands dipping between the swells of her teenage rear end exemplified the other reason she was so eager to turn around. <br><br>"Izzy," she whispered, then bit her lip. Ashleigh had to extend a hand out&nbsp; towards the wet tiled wall to keep from buckling at the knees. The other hand shamelessly fell between her own thighs. Izzy's hand had slipped between her butt cheeks, teased across her tight, forbidden hole that was usually hid between them. It was over too soon, and soon Izzy had moved onto her legs. Ashleigh let out a loud sigh, slid her second hand up her body and slipped the finger that she'd been rubbing herself with into her mouth. The taste of her own arousal was exquisite, but she didn't savour it long. <br><br>Ashleigh turned back around to face the other woman just as her finger dropped from her mouth. She leaned forward, slipped her arms around Izzy's waist, and dropped her head onto her shoulder. By now she was feeling the full pleasure of a finger not her own exploring her vagina, spreading the folds, and creeping inward. There wasn't need to wash the way Izzy was washing. This was a purely sexual motive. Ashleigh bit down on her shoulder, gently but enough to leave marks. At the same time her own hands descended further downwards until they were resting on the fullest part of Izzy's butt. She squeezed and spread the cheeks, fingertips on both hands diving a few inches down into the dark cleft when she let the cheeks snap back shut around them.&nbsp; <br><br>"God, Izzy. I want you to make me yours. So badly." She breathed, hardly able to stand. Any moment now she would lose control, lose control and cum by the single hand of her skilled and attentive lover.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 02:22:24</strong>
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				Breathing heavily, but not from exertion, Izzy pressed her whole body tighter against Ashleigh's so that her breath was hot in her ear, her breasts flattened between them.&nbsp; With one hand she wrapped her fingers in Ashleigh's wet curtain of hair, clenching her fingers possessively at the nape of her neck and gently tugging so her tongue could paint its way the length of her whole throat.&nbsp; Her fingers-- expertly smooth in their insistent, delving circles-- stroked faster and deeper to draw out the pleasure in Ashleigh's body, sensing the distinct difference between the sweet lubrication of her sex and the water that cascaded down her back.&nbsp; She angled her head back to watch the young woman's face as she tugged insistently at her clit with the pads of her finger and thumb before furiously rubbing the pleasure center, rolling it against the firmer flesh with urgency.&nbsp; <br><br>Their bodies pressed in the steam-bath, muscle writhing against flesh, thighs flexing, breath fast and rhythmic and deep, she was consumed in that moment, in the desire to possess and to please this girl from her core out.&nbsp; Perhaps it was premature, too hurried, to eager-- but there would be more.&nbsp; This wasn't ending yet.<br><br>"Ashleigh, you pretty little thing-- let me feel you get there," and with the ease of experience she managed to glide her middle finger inside Ashleigh's groove, delve into the tight, wet tunnel, and mercilessly roll her fingers back and forth opposing her thumb's persistent frigging of the girl's pearl.<br><br>Suddenly she was tensing inside, the need coiling in her like a spring, though it was Ashleigh she was focused on entirely... She was straddling the girl's thigh, squeezing their wet flesh together like a fist, unconsciously grinding along her slender, sandstone-colored leg.&nbsp; The stimulation of it was pleasurable, but no distraction from what she was taking from Ashleigh's every tense and release, each sound from her throat, each quiver of her body.<br><br><i>I want you to make me yours.&nbsp; So badly</i><br><br>"You are mine, Ashleigh," she answered in a hushed voice.&nbsp; "And I'm going to have you."&nbsp; Overwhelmed with the desire to bring her off, Izzy became focused on just how much more she could do in bed... but, after years of being a criminal, she had learned one thing through love and pain-- savor the good things while you have them, and be prepared to wait for a long, long time between.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 07:11:33</strong>
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				There were other homeless girls Ashleigh knew that would have sold their body for less than what Izzy was offering. They had no sense of self worth. What did it matter what someone else did to them? Survival mattered. Nothing else did. Ashleigh pitied the tragedy of their lives. Better than most, she understood the concept of doing what it takes. But sometimes the ends didn't justify the means, and there was <em>always</em> another way. Maybe she and Izzy weren't in love, but at least this was consensual Ashleigh wanted this as much as Izzy did. God, she wanted this.<br><br>She struggled to remain upright in the shower under the barrage of blissful touches. Izzy had the skill of a woman who had done this many times before. Ashleigh only had the talent of someone who had imagined doing this countless times in her head. But she knew what felt good for her, and they were both women. By that logic, she should be able to please. And even if she had no idea what she was doing, fumbled around like an idiot in the dark, she was still beautiful. Not very many people could count themselves among the lucky few who had ever been with a girl as breathtakingly gorgeous as Ashleigh Valentine.<br><br>Izzy was just as perfect, though in her own way. Even as her tongue filled the other woman's mouth, Ashleigh used both of her hands to explore her body. The muscles, the scar, those beautiful breasts and her perfectly tight rear end. Everything about Isadora made Ashleigh want to squeal. Instead she moaned like she was in heat, panting into Izzy's mouth while deft fingers worked between her legs, every second bringing her closer to the edge over which she would inevitably plummet.<br><br>"You are mine, Ashleigh," she answered in a hushed voice.&nbsp; "And I'm going to have you." <br><br>That was all it took. Her knees buckled under her weight and Ashleigh's eyes flew open. Then she bit her lip, and squeezed them shut. She was trembling, quivering. While Izzy's fingers drove in and out of her twitching sex, Ashleigh began to cum. It was one of the most intense feelings she had ever endured. Her body could hardly take the onslaught of pleasure, and if she hadn't had the presence of mind to wrap her arms around Izzy's neck, drop her head onto her shoulder, and hold on for dear life, she certainly would have collapsed into a quivering heap on the floor of the shower. <br><br>"Oh my God." She breathed when the feeling slowly passed. Her legs were still weak, but she found it easier to support her own weight now. A glassy look in her eyes, she lifted her head from Izzy's shoulder and kissed her on the lips. "You made me cum." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Hearts</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 22:02:59</strong>
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				The sensation of her body pressed to Ashleigh's was wonderful-- every sweet spot she longed to touch was at her disposal.&nbsp; She could savor the curve of her bottom in her hand, the quivering, tender flesh of her sex along Izzy's own sensitive fingers, the stretch and swell of her throat in every soft, plaintive moan and gasping swell.<br><br>But that wasn't all of it, not by far.<br><br>The <i>experience</i> of her... the jagged thorns having given over to tenderness, adoration-- it was an act of discovery, like she'd found some secret impossible for the world to see.<br><br>But, again, that wasn't all of it.&nbsp; Being with Ashleigh, savoring her physical body and her affection-- even if only this first night, was an experience that satisfied a desperate need in Izzy.&nbsp; Still, when the sweet pleasure had wracked Ashleigh's body was trickling away, the feeling of a kiss-- offered from this girl to her mouth offered an assurance that the act-- summed up in four tiny words-- was something powerful and possessively satisfying.<br><br>Returning the kiss, Izzy, panted against Ashleigh's lips and felt the young woman's breasts heaving against her own.&nbsp; She gently eased the girl's weight back to her feet, took a deep, steadying breath, and smiled down into her eyes.&nbsp; "You didn't expect me to?"&nbsp; She grinned then, flirtatious and shameless as she leaned back a bit to see all of Ashleigh at once.&nbsp; "Cause I definitely wanted to."&nbsp; Seeing Ashleigh all at once, a blush on her skin from the steam and the orgasm, caused a tightening in Izzy's thighs that caused her to squirm for just a moment, like someone had walked over her grave. <br><br>"I want to go to bed with you," she said softly, calmly-- no pretense or fancy-talking it.&nbsp; "And I want to do so much more."
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