New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread
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				Title: <strong>New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 14:04:05</strong>
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				This is the IC thread for New Harrisville Falls for all the post that take place <strong>outside of the brothel</strong>. <br><br>This includes places like the characters' homes, but also the school, the town hall, the bank, the doctor's office, the gas station, etc... <br><br>OOC thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123766.0)<br>Character thread<br>&nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123767.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 22:08:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Continued from the Brothel... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123765.msg5459026#msg5459026)</em></span><br><br><em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - October 26th, 2011 - Somewhere between 1:00am and 2:00am - His home on East Broad Ave</em><br><br>The liquor had hit Dean a bit harder than he thought. He felt a bit more...light...on the bike ride home, as if he were floating slightly. It actually made him feel a little bit happy. It didn't last long, though. He locked his door, though he didn't know why. No one was gonna break into this house. It was Harrisville Falls, and if anyone here was willing to actually commit a crime, it would be on one of the rich families.<br><br>He hung his coat on the hook by the door, stripping his shirt off as he walked down the hall towards his room. It was a one-story rancher, enough for a wife, husband and single child. Or, as it were, a single child pretending to be an adult. There was an eerie pale glow from his room caused by his monitor, still powered on. He tossed his shirt into the corner, followed quickly by his pants. It wasn't until he had slumped himself in his computer chair that he realized he still smelled like the brothel...<br><br>...and of her.<br><br>Dean blinked, feeling as if someone had just plucked a dart into the back of his head. He sat forward, staring at his computer screen. Inspiration had struck. For months now he had been trying to work on a book of sorts. He was no good at fiction, and he didn't have enough interest or knowledge in any one particular subject to have anything to write about. Nothing, except for this town.<br><br>He opened up his word processor, instantly working on the formatting of the pages, how they'd be numbered fonts, headers, all the little details and shortcuts most users ignored. That is, if they were aware at all. He wasn't going to bother with a title yet, not until he had a better idea of what he was writing. But if Dean was an expert on anything, it was the disgusting crust upon the Earth that was New Harrisville Falls.<br><br>His fingers began to dart across the keyboard, his house filled with the <em>clickety-clack-clack-clackety-cluck</em> of every keystroke.<br><br><em>Like the pristine beauty of a super model or celebrity, New Harrisville Falls hides its true ugly nature through the artificial appearance of perfection. Every Sunday night the Church is filled to the brim with the faithful, the loving, the kind and the chaste. By nightfall, they fill a Church of a different sort. The women are on their knees, "praying" to a new deity while the men "sing" God's praise. Yet there is no salvation here, no fulfillment. Just a single man sitting in a dusty office, chewing on the exquisite cigar between his lips, counting the money from the desperate, lonely, sad patrons outside of his door.<br><br>Joshua Harris, a perfect businessman in the perfect town making a perfect profit off the perfect hypocrites.<br><br>Let me tell you about a little shack in a cornfield on the outskirts of town...</em><br><br>He stopped, leaning back in his chair. It was alright, not at all perfect. He'd need to make some changes, but for now it was alright. The one thing he knew, however, was that he'd have to go back. Dean would have to return, talk a bit more, learn who the faces were and what was going on.<br><br>He had to be discrete about it, though. After all, the first rule of Fuck Club was you don't talk about Fuck Club. Everyone is a different person with a different name, pretending they don't have problems. Despite the fact that they're only at the Gulch <em>because</em> they have problems. He couldn't help but smile to himself, loving this idea more and more. He was going to open this son of a bitch town wide open and expose it for the stain it really was.<br><br>He'd still need to be a customer, though. If he was going to be a customer, then he needed to learn how to be a worthwhile customer. He couldn't afford any more embarrassments, not like tonight.<br><br>For a moment he remembered Orchid, the lustful look in her eyes. He recalled her moan as her lips slid along his shaft. She remembered the look in her eyes as she laid beside him, wrapped her breasts around his arm as her fingers traced against his chest, her voice softly trying to comfort him...<br><br>He shook his head. No, not again. He wouldn't be embarrassed by that again, and he wouldn't approach her until he could show her his <em>true</em> self, his <em>true</em> prowess. After next time, she'd be begging to <em>him</em> for sex, and he'd have the power to deny it if he so chose.<br><br>He opened up his web browser, clicking over to Google. He'd need to do some research, first...<br><br><em>How to please a woman</em><br><br><em>How to keep from cumming</em><br><br><em>Kama Sutra</em><br><br>He Googled several phrases, though many results were either too pornographic or too simply written. He did, however, find a few recommendations, many of them excellent. He was going to have a busy day in town tomorrow.<br><br>Pressing his monitor off, Dean stretched out, yawning. He only now realized how tired he was. Pulling his chair back, he hopped forward and dropped right onto his mattress. It certainly felt nicer than the one in the Fucking Gulch, and it didn't have the stench of sweat and crotch embedded into the woven fibers...but it was missing her scent, too.<br><br>He shook his head again, pulling his glasses off and resting them atop his alarm clock. What, was he falling for her? Was he in lust with her? No. Too many women at that brothel to fall for just one. He had to think of something else. Pulling one of his pillows in, he started to think of his book, ponder how he wanted to organize it, what chapters to include. His planning became plotting, and his plotting became paradise as he envisioned himself on tour, signing copies of the latest New York Times best seller, waving to an audience as he sat down on Late Night, explaining the movie rights to his book.<br><br>Dean fell asleep that night with a sly grin on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 09:43:28</strong>
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				<em>Jones - Driving home</em><br><br>As he rode home he could only think of Ruby. Was he really falling in love with a prostitute? The way she acted, spoke, looked it was all so seductive. He knew that those things were exactly what he paid for but he couldn't get her out of his mind. He felt pathetic for falling for her. This was what she wanted I'd come back for her and just spend more money. He was going back tomorrow that's for sure.<br><br>As he was entering his driveway his phone rang. "Who'd call me at this hour?" he thought. It was his boss. "I'm the first one to congratulate you on your new job. I'm fired and you're now the manager of the local bank.": he said. Jones was listening speechless. He couldn't say a word. He was astonished. "Monday you'll sign your new contract. I can ensure you that your old salary is going to be tripled." he said. When I asked him why he was this happy he replied with "I guess you haven't seen my severance pay. I'll see you on monday when I pick up my stuff."<br><br>Maybe he could afford to spend some extra money in the brothel after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rhev</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 16:16:11</strong>
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				<em>Dr. Sean Rossi - Sunday October 26th, 2011</em><br><br><br>Sean woke up late.&nbsp; Stretching out in his bed, his hand instinctively searched the side of his bed... empty.&nbsp; He'd come home alone again last night.... this morning... whatever.&nbsp; He sighed and debated opening his eyes, but instead pulled a pillow over his face to block out the light coming around his curtains.<br><br>Some time later Sean crawled out of bed and managed to make it to the shower.&nbsp; Then a simple breakfast of oatmeal and fruit at almost noon while he read the sunday paper.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was glad he closed his office on sundays and wednesdays.&nbsp; Breaking the week in half like that gave him plenty of time to recover from working two jobs.&nbsp; Of course, he needed to go shopping... but that could always wait a little while longer.&nbsp; He wasn't in any rush today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 07:30:33</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne Jones, finally making it home</strong><br><br>By the time she made it home, Vivienne was so tired that it was all she could do to pay Jayden's sitter, lock the door, and go upstairs to get a shower. After changing into a tank top and boyshorts, she smiled as she heard Jayden coming towards her room. "You should be in bed, sweetie. Did you have a bad dream?" <br><br>He nodded his head. "I woke up and you were gone. Can I sleep with you, Mommy?"<br><br>She brushed a hand through her son's hair and smiled. "Of course you can. Get on up here." She pulled the covers back so they could both get comfortable and warm. "I love you." Vivienne kissed his forehead.<br><br>"Love you, Mommy." Jayden curled up next to her and fell asleep.<br><br><strong>Sunday</strong><br><br>Vivienne thought that Katherine could use a break from seeing her in church this Sunday so she decided to sleep in and let her son sleep in, too. She woke around 11 and left Jayden sleeping while she went downstairs to start planning on what exactly she'd cook tonight and what she'd wear. Vivienne made breakfast for herself and her son. After eating, she sent him into the living room to watch cartoons while she worked on cleaning the house for tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 18:09:19</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - At home</em><br><br>Jake woke up at 10.30. He had a good nightrest and dreamed about Ruby. This wasn't good. She wouldn't go out of his thoughts and he knew nothing about her.<br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Though she wasn't his first priority today. He had to see his boss a man that owned a few banks and trusted him to make the affiliate in Harrisville Falls more profitable. Jake had to be well-groomed and reliable. In this meeting he'd officially get the promoting he always dreamed of. He made sure everything was perfect. They met in a restaurant in town called 'Chez Jean Paul'. <strong>"Good afternoon. Let's get straight to business. You got a call yesterday night? Than you know why you're here. I know you can do better than him with less fraud."</strong> Jake didn't know anything about the fraud he talked about but he liked the fact that it brought him where he wanted. <strong>"I know I can make this bank more profitable we just need to do some good investments"</strong> he said and he hoped that the boss would like his style. They sat down, ordered a drink and went over the details together. The boss decided to leave before they had eaten something but he left Jake a suitcate with fifteen thousand dollars. It was a small promotion bonus. With this new job he could earn easy money. His former boss was lazy and did the job for more than ten years without any good results. He started to feel hungry and ordered himself a cheese sandwich. He had money now but he didn't have to spend it in a diner like this for some lunch. This could be the start of a great day.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 13:56:08</strong>
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				<em>Katherine Jones --Sunday morning -- At Church</em><br><br>"Oh Katherine, we're so pleased that you've been helping the less fortunate," She forced a smile on her face as one of the elderly woman grabbed her hands and squeezed them. Her eyes were wide and sincere as she said firmly, "God will certainly bless you for all the long hours you've put in at the shelter. God bless you."<br><br>The words got stuck in Katherine's throat as she nodded and blushed, her voice hushed, "Oh it's no problem, Betty. I love helping others." She moved along to sit down in the second pew, watching her husband speaking to one of the choir singers. Casually she looked over her shoulder and did not see Viv, her sister in law. <em>Or Amethyst.</em> Her cheeks burned brightly before she forced herself to take a deep breath. This was NOT the first time she had been to the brothel. It would certainly not be the last. She just had to make sure that next time, she did NOT get her sister in law. She had thought sinful things...wrong things. She took a deep breath and began to pluck out bible verses from her mind, reciting them.<br><br>"Katie?" Reverend Vincent Jones looked at his wife with a fond smile. He raised his eyes and looked around the sanctuary before he frowned slightly, "Vivienne isn't here. I wonder if she's sick. Or maybe Jayden?" He looked at his watch and sighed lightly, "Maybe we can pass by her house after church and invite her to brunch?"<br><br>"Of course," Katherine's voice was faint as she nodded in agreement with her husband. She ignored the way her heartbeat picked up or the way her mind reminded her of where she had seen her sister in law the night before. "I'll send her a text message before service starts."<br><br>His smile widen as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, "That's my lovely wife. Dutiful and always ready to help me." As her husband turned and made his way back to the podium, Katherine slipped out her phone and with shaky fingers sent a text message to Viv. <em>"Vince and I would like to invite you to brunch after service. Sorry we missed you at church. Love, Katie."</em> She hit send and slipped her phone in her pocket so that she could feel it when it vibrated.<br><br>As the choir began to sing and the congregation stood up to sing their first hymn, she looked around the church to see if she had seen anyone from the night before. She did a quick scan but she didn't think she saw any of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 16:57:36</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - October 26th, 2011 - Late Morning - His home on East Broad Ave</em><br><br>He may have went to sleep with thoughts of his book on his mind, but he woke up with the Gulch permeating his thoughts and dreams. It started simple, him laying back on his bed, Miss Orchid stroking idly at his cock to harden it, but before she could sink her lips onto it she was interrupted. "Let me help you," a kind voice said, and suddenly the blonde in the nurse's outfit sat beside her, sinking her ruby red lips upon the tip of his dick. It was a bit fuzzy, then, a series of kisses, sucks and tugs around his crotch. Next thing he knew, the Nurse was bouncing atop of his cock, Orchid sliding her fingers over the woman's clit while her tongue lashed out against the bouncing breast.<br><br>It was a pleasant enough dream, but it also meant Dean woke up with a seriously mean case of morning wood. He hated waking up with morning wood. It seemed great, and he noticed his cock always seemed larger in the morning, but he always had to pee really badly, too. Aiming was a tad more difficult with a stiff member, and despite how badly it all <em>wanted</em> out, it seemed to struggle with actually "evacuating" the body. Plus, it usually seemed to drain his erection, which meant if he ever had the opportunity to wake up next to a sexy woman with his engorged member, he'd lose his largest hard on simply because he'd have to use the bathroom.<br><br>...though this morning was a bit different. As such, he closed his eyes in the shower, bringing back the memory of Orchid back into his mind, only this time she was standing beside him, letting the water fall over their bodies, her hand tugging and pulling at him until finally he sprayed the shower floor with his sticky goo.<br><br>It was another morning as usual after that. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal, flipping through the channels, pouring a second bowl of cereal, and then the clean up. As much of a mess as the rest of his house was, Dean couldn't tolerate a full and dirty sink. He always had to clean the dishes afterward. Clothes and socks strewn about his house, sure. But dirty dishes? That was just disgusting.<br><br>Today was going to be a big day, though. At least, as big as days get for him. He actually had a mission, goals for the day. Things he needed to get. He dressed in a simple Megadeth t-shirt, his denim coat and jeans, sliding his converse sneakers onto his feet. He could drive, he could use the car, but in all honesty, he didn't want to waste his inheritance on gas. Not when there were ladies to spend it on instead. In his mind, it seemed like a waste to calculate so much money to spend on The Fucking Gulch, but it was research. He hopped on his bike, riding through the small town for his <em>other</em> research, what needed to come first...<br><br><em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Sometime around noon - New Harrisville Falls Barnes &amp; Noble</em><br><br>Dean locked his bike up in the rack, smiling as the store should be empty today. All the little fools were playing a masquerade at the Church today, and afterwards they'd go to lunch at their buffets or fancy restaurants or family fun time havens of disease. The book store would practically be empty, running the risk of getting caught low.<br><br>It's not that Dean was ashamed, or that he didn't want anyone to know what he was buying. He could care less about that. He just knew the men running The Fucking Gulch were pretty damn serious, and he didn't want to risk anyone thinking his actions out of the ordinary. He needed to make sure no one was suspecting his true goal yet.<br><br>It took him a while to find what he was looking for. In a town like this, it was no surprise that the sexuality section would be so small and in the back, where no one would look or find it. Of course, if the book wasn't here he could still find it on Amazon, but he would rather not wait for it. He traced his finger across the shelves, glancing, searching...<br><br>Ah! There it was. He pulled it from the shelf, surprised by the sheer bulk of the tome. It was thick, it was heavy, and it was...kind of classy looking, despite the name. <em>The Guide to Getting It On</em>. He leafed through the pages. The book came highly recommended on the Internet, and glancing through, he began to understand why. He looked around, noticing the store was a bit quiet. Not even many employees around, just those tending the registers. He smiled, spotting a lounge area towards the middle of the store, a sort of hub with a couple of couches and easy chairs. He took a seat, thumbing through, wondering if this "Guide" was as good as everyone seemed to claim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 17:14:56</strong>
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				<em>Aria going to work</em><br><br>She had gotten a few hours sleep before she headed to the diner. She had tucked away the money that she had gotten the night before. She was going to buy some new clothes with it, that was the least she could do. <br><br>For now though, she was neatly dressed in her uniform serving the breakfast crowd. She always had a smile on her face, and never let her customers down. She knew that soon, she'd see some of the regulars from the Gulch, but no one ever let on with their dirty little secrets. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 19:15:37</strong>
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				<em>Kira waking Sunday morning</em><br><br>She had slept late, it was after all a Sunday and she didn't usually work unless the Doctor had clinic work. She checked her phone and there were no texts from him, so maybe today she was able to rest. <br><br>She lay there looking at the ceiling thinking of last night. That's when she smiled to herself, sure it started out not so great, but then....<br><br>Well, she thought about <em>him,</em> she didn't know his real name, only his alias, but visions of him ran through her mind. She sighed and closed her eyes, what was she doing? He was only a client, but still....<br><br>She shook her head, she had to stop thinking about last night. It was only her first night and she wasn't supposed to get attached. She rose from her bed and took a shower before getting some breakfast. Maybe she would go shopping, head to the bookstore. Yes, shopping that would get her mind off things. She now sat and plotted her day, because tonight would be another night at the Gulch, she trying to make money to make ends meet. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 19:37:24</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - Walking down the streets</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">After the deal he made he thought about the Gulch. About the girl that made his heartbeat go through the roof even if he'd seen her only once. He never believed in love at first sight but now he felt it really existed. Even thinking about her gave him a warm and pleasant feeling. He'd go back tonight and wait for her. He wanted to taste her pussy but not after a few other clients. That would be disgusting. <br>&nbsp;<br>He walked around the shopping district and got in a suit store. He had to have at least one new suit for his new job. After checking out the lastest suits he found his perfect match. A talor-made Armani suit (http://cdn.yoox.biz/49/49120926BH_11_F.jpg). It wasn't cheap but someone in his position can afford that. He started to like his new lifestyle already. Buying whatever he wanted without having to worry about money.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 19:55:52</strong>
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				<em>Kira heading out</em><br><br>She was done breakfast and dressed in jeans and a nice pink sweater. She put her long locks up in a ponytail and decided to walk today. It wouldn't take long, only 20 minutes to get down to the bookstore, and it was a decent day to walk. <br><br>She locked up her door and headed out, yes, a good read would take her mind of things. She wasn't supposed to get attached, it wouldn't pan out, not in her line of work. She had to stay professional, but his face stuck in her mind the entire walk to the bookstore. <br><br>When she got there, she went to the literary section, she loved reading old romantic stories. She found a seat to nestle into&nbsp; and spied the young man that had just been at the Gulch the night before. Kira said nothing, but rather lifted her book to hide behind it, wondering if he had noticed her enter, it looked like he was totally engrossed in his own book, so maybe she had avoided detection. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 07:11:06</strong>
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				Vivienne&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Vivienne had gone grocery shopping with Jayden for some of the things she'd need to cook tonight. She bought some clothes and a toy for her son. That was what the forty dollars from the night before had been spent on. She'd gotten considerably less selfish than when she'd just had to worry about herself. There was a little boy that depended on her now.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She felt her phone go off while she was strapping Jayden into his carseat and finished doing that before reading the text. Flashes of the night before traipsed through her mind and she couldn't help but smile as she read the text from Katie. That woman was like the only person that she would allow to call her 'Viv'. For everyone else, it annoyed the hell out of her for them to shorten her name like that. She texted back, "Yeah. I'm guessing at y'alls' house. We'll be there after you get out of church.-V."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 14:03:10</strong>
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				Desdemona had gone straight home after her shift at the Gulch. When she returned home, the Pratz estate had been quiet as both her parents and the inhouse servants had gone to sleep hours earlier. Her alarm clock came far too early the next morning. She washed the tiredness out of her bones underneath a long and hot shower. One of the things her father insisted on was for her to join them to the church service every Sunday. Even Robert Pratz had to keep up appearances and he would not accept the fact that his daughter would skip church, not as long as she chose to live underneath his roof and of his money.<br><br>By the time they departed for the church in her mother’s Mercedes SUV, her father’s demeanor was stormy.<strong> “What took you so long to get ready Desdemona? We will never make it on time… you know how much I hate being late? Just how late did you get home last night?”</strong> She blew out air audibly at her father’s complaints as her mother drove towards the end of their drive-way and then onto the road.<strong> “Relax dad, it’s only four miles up the road, we’ll be there in no time… And I just went out for a few drinks… Are you going to forbid me even that? You might as well lock me up in a nunnery then…” </strong><br><br><strong>“Don’t give me that attitude young lady… when are you going to do something other than just pass the hours of the day? If you aren’t interested in the real estate business… then look for something else to do… anything. Open a shop… I’ll front you the money. Anything but sitting on your ass all day long.” </strong>Eniz Pratz flashed him an annoyed look.<strong> “Robert! Your language… we’re on our way to church!”</strong> She then briefly turned to her daughter. <strong>“Your father is right though sweetie… You should start looking for a long-term career. But we can talk more about this later…” </strong><br><br>Desdemona crossed her arms underneath her chest and gave her parents the silent treatment, acting more like a bratty 13- year old than the 22-year old she was. When they arrived at the church, his father was relieved to find out that at least the service hadn’t started yet. They rushed into the church towards their usual place near the front, where the rest of the New Harrisville elite sat, Robert’s brother and mayor amongst them. Eniz Pratz got almost as much looks as her daughter. Desdemona’s mother shone in her elegant crème satin dress, which brought out the color of her skin and made her look especially radiant. In many ways Desdemona was a younger copy of her mother, and mrs. Pratz herself could easily pass for ten years younger than her 46 years. <br><br>As Desdemona sat down, she noticed the reverend’s wife towards the front of the church and gave the woman a friendly nod. It had been a shock to see her at the Gulch, but Desdemona had gotten used to the thought and actually found it more than a bit amusing to think of what the preacher’s good wife got up to behind his back.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 00:32:44</strong>
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				**Moved from Brothel IC Thread**<br><br><strong>Bill Shea- Heading Home</strong><br><br>There was still so much work at the garage that Bill needed to square away, not to mention that he hadn’t changed the oil in his own truck for nearly five months, but for now it was all he could do to keep his eyes open for the short drive back to his house. Bill parked in the driveway and fumbled with his keys in the lock and didn’t even bother turning on any lights.<br><br>After brushing his teeth in the dark, he collapsed on top of his bed with all his clothes still on and fallen asleep before his head even hit the pillow.<br><br><strong>**Morning**</strong><br><br>The annoying bark of his alarm clock was barely enough to even pierce the depth of slumber Bill was buried under. He heard the noise, recognized it as his own alarm, but simply couldn’t find the surface of consciousness.&nbsp; His alarm had been blaring for over an hour by the time he was able to muscle his eyes open.<br><br>The sight of the red numbers on the clock told Bill just how long he’d overslept. He was lat for church! <br><br>Bill shot up out of bed, stumbling over the mass of covers that he pulled off the bed with him. There was no time for a real shower so instead he stripped off his clothes from the night before and washed himself with a washcloth over the sink. He cut himself several times, trying to shave his face, acting more like he was clearing brush with a machete than shaving his own face. He raced to the closet, grabbing his “Church Suit” (http://ak1.ostkcdn.com/images/products/P11124034.jpg) from a hanger. He dressed in a hurry, draping the tie around his neck as he brushed his teeth and headed for the door.<br><br>The drive wasn’t far which was lucky for Bill, even though the “Change Oil” light had come to life on the Tahoe’s display panel. Parking, however, was a different task all together, arriving late as he was. Eventually he settled on a space in the far back corner of the church parking lot and tied his tie in the rearview mirror.<br><br>The New Harrisville Falls Church wasn’t his first choice for Sunday service, when his son had still been living with him, Bill would often drive the forty-five minutes to the next town over where there was a “Black Church” that led much more lively services, and their choir was really top notch. But since Noah left and he’d been working at the Gulch, Bill seldom woke in time to make that trip.<br><br>Jogging at a moderate pace, Bill made his way inside and sat in the back, breathing heavy as he tried to figure out how much he’d missed. Bill opened the bible stored just in front of him, searching for which of the hymns the congregation was in the midst of reciting, moving his lips silently to appear to know the words by heart.<br><br>Bill tried to ignore the sidelong glances from those around him who had noticed his late arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 04:19:16</strong>
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				<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - A little after noon - New Harrisville Falls Barnes &amp; Noble</em><br><br>Wow. When the Internet was right, the Internet was right. The book was fascinating, containing all kinds of information about how to please members of either sex. It was thorough, going through physical differences even amongst members of the same gender, sensitive areas aside from the genitals, how to best make use of it all... Dean was definitely sold on it.<br><br>As he prepared to get up, a young blonde woman sat across from him, burying her own nose in a piece of literature. He didn't get a good look at her, and from what he could tell she didn't really seem to notice him, yet he blushed nonetheless. He felt a slight twinge of embarrassment with the book in his hands.<br><br>Bah, it didn't matter. What did he have to hide? Besides, most men know nothing more than how to thrust and grunt. Here he was, educating himself. That certainly made him better than most men. Besides, maybe he shouldn't let this woman just slip on by? He should talk to her. He needed to learn how to talk to people if he was going to write this book, discover its darker secrets.<br><br>He planned it all out in his head. He put the book down, smiling. "What's this? A young maiden skipping Church on Sunday? Blasphemy!" He'd grin, flashing his white teeth as he leaned back into the chair. She'd lower her own book and...and...<br><br>No. Stupid. She'd find him creepy. Besides, his teeth weren't perfectly white. No one's were, not unless you used a bunch of that expensive crap that actually did more harm to your teeth over time.<br><br>Instead, Dean closed the book, got up and walked toward the registers. He wouldn't see the blonde again anyway. It didn't matter. He placed the book on the counter, sneered right back at the girl scanning the bar code, a slight hint of disgust in her face, and slipped her his credit card. Moments later he was stepping out of the store, unlocking his bike, and riding down through the parking lot. He had to go to the New Harrisville Mall next, but he needed to avoid traffic. Lots of cars leaving Church this morning, and they'd all be hitting up the local restaurants. He needed to avoid all of that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 16:45:28</strong>
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				<em>Kira dodging a bullet</em><br><br>She heard him get up and almost move her direction. She knew if he did, that he would recognize her right away. Sure The Gulch was this big secret, but last night was her first night and she was still worried about people giving her sideways glances. When he decided to change his path, she breathed a sigh of relief. The book store was still a bit empty since the usual crowd was still at church. Not what Kira liked on a Sunday morning , that was not for her.<br><br>No she liked her quiet time while most of the town sat in prayer, asking for God's forgiveness. How ironic, they were all sinning the night before, and now they were sitting before God to show how righteous they were.&nbsp; Whatever got them through the day. <br><br>She looked at her phone and saw the time, soon the town would be bustling, the faithful coming from church would go this way and that. For now, she continued to sit there, enjoying the quiet, peaceful in her own world. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 17:39:26</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - Buying the Economist</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">After buying the new suit he had to have the latest economic literature. He walked up to the bookstore and went straight to the magazine section. He saw the blonde girl and recognized her right away. Jake wanted to approach her but he remembered the rules. Thinking of a way to get her attention without really talking he went to the cashier and paid for The Economist. He took a piece of paper that he found in one of his pockets and wrote something on it.<br><br>He didn't walk out but he went to the literature section. He knew that "Ruby" was there and walked to get a book that stood behind her back. Jake acted a little clumsy and touched the girl as he tried not to fall. The note was now in her pocket. He had planned it this way. The note read "I know I can't do this but I had a great time yesterday. I'll wait for you." Walking away he thought about the stupid thing he did. She could easily tell this to mr Harris. He walked out of the store quickly hoping that she wouldn't mind this stupid impulsive act.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 20:56:39</strong>
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				<em>Kira - Oh my, it's Him!</em><br><br>She had peeked up from behind her book and saw <em>him</em> standing there. Her heart raced and her hands became damp. He looked so fine, all dressed up in a suit, so sophisticated. He obviously had money, and there she was just in jeans. She tried running her fingers through her hair and perk up her look a bit. <br><br>When he walked over and toucher her, goosebumps formed on her skin. She was excited to have him so close again. What she didn't realize at first is that he had slipped a note in her pocket. She watched him walk out without a word and went to the cashier to pay for her book. That was when she discovered the note, she smiled when she looked at it and nodded to herself. Taking her change and her book, she stepped from the store and saw him standing away from the door. <br><br>As if they never met, she stepped to him, "Hi, I'm Kira, nice to meet you. " She extended her hand to him and waited for him to shake it. She had to admit, she was excited and could not wait to actually have a normal conversation with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 21:14:11</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - A real conversation with Kira.</em><br><br>He was surprised as she walked towards him and introduced herself. Kira's her name.&nbsp; It's as beautiful as the girl that is standing in front of him. He shook her hand and said "I'm Jake. I don't think we've ever met, have we?" He examined her as he was waiting for her answer. She looked as good in these jeans as in the nurse outfit the other night. "What's the book you were reading there?" he asked her. Now she started the conversation he really wanted to get to know her. Not only the version that works at the Gulch but he real woman behind all that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 05:43:36</strong>
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				<em>Kira with Jake</em><br><br>Jake, that was a nice name, it suited him. "No we've never met before, I would have remembered that handsome face." Kira kept up the ruse, she knew not to cross any lines. At this point, they were complete strangers. <br><br>"You look very nice, just getting back from church?" She tried with the small talk, find out why he was dressed so fancy. She smiled so sweetly, like an angel as she stood there. Kira liked the thought that he had made some effort to get to know he outside The Gulch. Still, could he handle getting to know her when he knew what she did at night? Only time would tell. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>03-12-2011, 08:42:33</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - Getting to know her?.</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"I wasn't in church. I'm not that catholic. Praying for forgiveness if you know that you'll commit more sins in the next week or month is not my style." He just loved her sweet smile. He replied the rest of the question with "I had a business&nbsp; meeting, else I'd be here in some jeans but I bet I wouldn't look as good as you in my pair."<br><br>He looked at her and asked "Wanna get a drink? I know we've just met but talking here in the bookstore right in front&nbsp; of the door isn't the best place to start a conversation, is it?" <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 16:19:04</strong>
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				<em>Kira chatting with Jake</em><br><br>So they had the same views on religion. She could never understand the people of the town, how they sinned then asked to be forgiven for what they had done. "Oh a meeting on a Sunday? must have been very important." She then blushed hard when he complimented her on how she looked, she was still quite shy and modest despite the fact she was a whore for hire at night. <br><br>"I drink, this early? She giggled. How about we go to the diner and have something? I don't drink coffee, but I know I can get some&nbsp; hot tea there. Does that sound ok?" She couldn't stop smiling, she really liked him and wondered deep down just how far this would go. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 18:15:52</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - To the diner</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"It was a very important meeting at least for me. I don't get promoted every day to the job of branch manager." He smiled and thought about his title. It sounded important and he liked it. The blush on her face was quite clear but it made her look cute. He liked the fact that a woman like her showed interest in him even if it was only to get him back in her bed that evening.<br><br>"I didn't mean something alcoholic." he said with a smile on his face. "It is indeed a little early for that but your plan is better. I'll take you to the diner." He hoped this wasn't just a dream. It was too good to be true. They walked together to the place and he asked her "So, I've told you about my day. How's yours so far?"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 21:50:36</strong>
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				<em>Kira walking with Jake</em><br><br>She smiled when he said he got a promotion. "Well, congratulations, that is big news, not everyday you get a big fancy job. You should be proud of yourself." Her hand touched his arm as they walked to the diner. She really liked his company and hoped this wasn't just some fly by night thing because of how she was the night before. <br><br>When he asked about her day, she just shrugged her shoulders.&nbsp; " I didn't so much, got up, went to the bookstore and then bumped into you. Not very exciting, but then my weekends are pretty tame." They both knew that was a lie, but the face remained unspoken that they had both had one hell of a night in each others presence. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 22:11:18</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - At the diner</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">He got goosebumps for a second while she touched his arm. This is what it's like to have such a beautiful lady next to you when you walk he thought. Thinking of that gave him a smile on his face. He felt so stupid and was glad that she couldn't see what he thought.<br><br>"Just enjoying the fact that there isn't work. That's what I usually do as well." They arrived at the diner where Jake had his business meeting. It was already he's second important event of the day. This time the company was better. As the waitress asked for their command he ordered a glass of sparkling water. He was still looking at Kira thinking why'd she agree on coming here with him. Did she really like his company or was she just making sure that he'd come back tonight? He was still in doubt but that couldn't spoil the good feeling that he had right now.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 04:37:34</strong>
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				<em>Kira with Jake at the diner</em><br><br>Her feelings were all real, but she had this nagging voice in the back of her head. How could any man fall for her seriously when they knew what she did at night? Deep down she felt that no man would ever get serious when they knew she was a whore. <br><br>"Yes, enjoying my day off. I'm a nurse I work at the doctors office down the street. My days are usually busy so it's nice to have a day to kick back and relax." Kira had ordered a hot tea and as the waitress placed it down, she allowed it to cool a while before she took a sip. <br><br>Her eyes sparkled as she sat there with him, she hadn't been this happy in a while. She wasn't going to ruin it, no matter what. She would just enjoy her time with him and hope for the best. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 08:29:07</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - At the diner</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"That's where I've seen you before. You a familiar face but I didn't know where I've known you from." He had a constant smile on his face. "Do you like your job?" was his question to continue this conversation. He took a sip of his water while he looked into her eyes. For the first time he saw something that might hint that she's not only with a potential customer. Her eyes sparkled, did she really like him even though they didn't know eachother? Did she feel the same way as him? Two questions that he couldn't answer right now and maybe didn't want to answer. He didn't want to lose this now.<br><br>"You still haven't answered my question about the book you were reading. Is it any good? I'm not that much of a reader myself but every once in a while I pick out a book to read."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 13:49:36</strong>
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				<strong><em>Henry Pratz --Sunday At Church</em></strong><br><br>The look of disapproval on Henry's face clearly showed when he saw his brother and his family rush at the last minute to stand next to them. A Pratz was never late, and his brother and his family were notorious for always being close to the time. Then again, from experience Henry knew that it wasn't his younger brother's fault...but that of his niece. His eyes landed on Desdemona with an indulgent smile. The only child of his brother, she was spoiled rotten. And Henry knew that she wasn't going to get any better as time wore on but he couldn't find it in his heart to be annoyed by that. She was clearly a favorite, not only to him but to the entire Pratz family. All she had to do was flutter her pretty lashes and the world was her oyster.<br><br>The service quickly started and the sermon was one on infidelity and morals. Henry's face remained on the Reverend the entire time, his hand clasped on his wife's. Never once did his demeanor change of one of guilt of shame for what he had done just the night before. Henry knew that his life in his town was his to command and control. The Fucking Gulch was merely his way of staying on top of things, making sure that the town was well cared for and the rich and poor were handled properly.<br><br>The entire service took and a hour and a half and finally the Reverend closed his book and bowed his head. After a prayer, the congregation stood and were dismissed. Henry turned warm eyes to Desdemona and opened his arms, "Come here, you little beauty!" His smile was wide, clearly favoring her out of all of the Pratz family. It was obvious that Henry held his niece in a much higher standard than anyone else and if he were to find out her involvement with the Fucking Gulch...well. Old Man Harris would definitely hear about it.<br><br><strong><em>Katherine Jones --Sunday After church</em></strong><br><br>"That was a lovely sermon," Katherine said gently to Vince, dabbing the corners of her eyes with the napkin that she had picked up. The sermon had felt like it had been directly for her, and she had felt such shame and disgust over her involvement with the Fucking Gulch. But even with the shame and the guilt...she wasn't going to stop. Not after last night when she was able to see Amethyst in a way that...she never had before. She had felt her phone vibrate and when she saw Viv's response she had felt her body tremble with excitement. And then the sermon hit home and she had felt such intense emotions.<br><br>How could she be so disgusted in herself and yet crave more of the feelings that came when she visited that place?<br><br>Vince chuckled at his wife's obvious tears, "My sermons often get to you, don't they Katie?" He squeezed her shoulder affectionately, "I need to greet some people. Just get the house ready and I'll be there as soon as the last person leaves."<br><br>Katherine nodded and grabbed her purse, saying hi to a few people as she walked towards the exit. She was so busy making sure all of her kids were corralled that she almost ran into the pew were Bill was sitting at. Her eyes flew up and when she saw him, she felt heat flare up to her cheeks before she stammered, "Bill!" Her smile was shy as she said quietly, "I'm so pleased that you were able to make it to church today. How's the shop doing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 15:22:54</strong>
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				<strong>Desdemona Pratz greeting her uncle</strong><br><br>Desdemona gave her uncle a warm smile as he addressed her after the conclusion of the service. She embraced the old man and gave him a kiss on either cheek. <strong>“Nice to see you again uncle Henry, we missed you at brunch yesterday.”</strong> Eniz Pratz’ Saturday brunches were famous amongst the New Harrisville elite. Only those with a certain standing amongst the community were invited, and the leading citizens of the small community all desired for a place at mrs. Pratz table. Her uncle would come whenever his responsibilities as mayor allowed it. But the rest of the town’s self-appointed first citizens were in attendance every week, barring some unforeseen family obligation.<br><br>Her uncle’s cologne still lingered in her nostrils as she detached herself out of their embrace. It was a smell she knew well and not just from his visits to her home. The scent had sometimes lingered in the Gulch long after Big Daddy had departed. It always made her both nervous and excited when her uncle was in attendance. There was something exhilarating about the possibility of being discovered by him at the Gulch, even though it would likely have serious consequences for all involved. <br><br>Robert Pratz was now pumping his brother’s arm and apologizing for his lateness. Even though her father had become very successful on his own merits, he still treated his older brother with due respect. The Pratz clan was known and respected throughout the entire county, and that was largely due to Henry’s hard work and determination. He was also the family’s de facto figurehead. <br><br>Eniz Pratz was exchanging pleasantries with her brother-in-law’s wife. There was little love lost between the two women. Henry Pratz’ wife had been old money and the daughter of another local and powerful family. Yet she was very resentful of the more attractive and glamorous Eniz Pratz, being a more modest-looking woman herself. Eniz for her part had never forgiven the fact that mrs. Pratz reminded her of her more modest background at every opportunity. Yet in front of the spying eyes of the congregation, they acted like best friends. It was one of the many things about her family that irked Desdemona to no end. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 15:31:57</strong>
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				<strong><em>Henry with Desdemona</em></strong><br><br>"You know work, it always interrupts even the fun times," Henry said apologetically with a teasing wink. "I'm sure my absence was hardly missed if you were there!" The brunch was merely a chance to talk politics and business with his friends while the women gossiped and chattered about each other behind their back while they smiled at one another. It was dull and completely pointless. But his niece often made it quite interesting. If she wasn't annoying his brother, then she was causing her Mother to go into fits. Whatever the case, Henry enjoyed watching Desdemona raise hell. Even if he didn't approve of half of the things she did.<br><br>He placed her hand in his as they walked towards the exit, "So, have you taken into consideration going to school and getting a degree?" His eyes were serious as he stared at her firmly, "We need a good lawyer in the family, and you're the best sweet-talker I know." He chuckled as he winked at her, keeping his smile friendly though there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. She had turned out to be such a disappointment. His oldest children hadn't given him as much hell as she was given his brother.<br><br>He tapped her on the nose and said softly, "Think about it. I don't want to see your life wasted away being the arm-candy of some old man who's paying you to do things no Pratz woman should do." When his name was called out, Henry raised his head and smiled before he kissed the corner of her lips, "Be a good girl now and come see me soon. I like when you pop in the office for surprise visits."<br><br>"Vince!" Henry called out as he walked over to the Reverend, his smile permanently fixed in place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 16:39:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124053.msg5560136#msg5560136">Quote from: JackWhite on 06-12-2011, 08:29:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - At the diner</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"That's where I've seen you before. You a familiar face but I didn't know where I've known you from." He had a constant smile on his face. "Do you like your job?" was his question to continue this conversation. He took a sip of his water while he looked into her eyes. For the first time he saw something that might hint that she's not only with a potential customer. Her eyes sparkled, did she really like him even though they didn't know each other? Did she feel the same way as him? Two questions that he couldn't answer right now and maybe didn't want to answer. He didn't want to lose this now.<br><br>"You still haven't answered my question about the book you were reading. Is it any good? I'm not that much of a reader myself but every once in a while I pick out a book to read."<br></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Kira with Jake at the diner</em><br><br>"Oh yes I like my job very much. I love helping people I always have, something in me just likes to care for people. I don't know, I was thinking of becoming a doctor there for a while, but I really like being a nurse. I feel good when I go home at the end of the day." She tilted her head to the side, her smile wide as she spoke about her work. She was truly genuine and happy with what she was doing with her life and wouldn't change it. <br><br>She Perked up when he mentioned that she had never told him what she was reading. "Oh, well, usually I go for big sweeping romance literature, but today I had to replace my copy of 'Death of a Salesman'. I read the thing so darn much I wore out my copy." She giggled softly, recalling how she had nearly ripped out the pages from her copy being so worn. She loved that story and just could not get enough of it no matter how man times she had read the play. <br><br>"So what about you? What piques your interest Jake?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 17:08:07</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - At the diner</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">She was totally passionate about her job. The way she told about it made him believe that it was the best job in the world. "It is really nice to help people"<br><br>"I hope you're not interested in a dead businessman or do I have to worry?" he said with a smile. Jake didn't know the book and felt quite bad about it. He wished he had read more to have something more in common. Now the only thing was their presence at the gulch but they couldn't talk about that. "Romance literature was never my favourite genre."<br><br>"I love sportgames but at the moment I don't have much time left to watch them. Work is killing me and it won't get better soon as my previous boss fucked up and I have to clean up his mess." He loved his work but he wanted some spare time too. "When I was younger I practiced some basketball but I quit when I grew older. Did you do any sports?" </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 21:29:01</strong>
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				<em>Kira with Jake trying to find common ground</em><br><br>It was obvious that he didn't know what she was talking about when he made his comment, but that was ok, most people weren't interested in what she was. "No, you don't have to worry, and literature and plays aren't for everyone. I was just raised in a pretty creative environment and fell in love with reading and theater. "&nbsp; It was ok that they didn't have that in common, she would just find something else. <br><br>When he began to talk about sports and his work, she bit her lip. "Sorry to hear about work, that kinds sucks. I'm sure when you get things straightened out, it will get better. As for sports, no, I'm really not athletic. I like to watch baseball from time to time, but that's about it. Sorry." She was trying to keep positive, but it was looking like they really didn't have anything in common. <br><br>Still she did try to stay positive, opposites did attract after all. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 22:43:39</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - Nothing in common?</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"Aren't plays like sports events really? They both have artists that have to perform at their best to entertain the crowd. I don't know if I like theatre, I've never been to a play before in my whole life. My parents didn't like it and never took me to see one. Maybe that's why I never go to such events."<br><br>They didn't have the same childhood but they definitly both liked sex. He felt that the previous night at the Gulch. She was still wild even though he wasn't her first customer. But here he couldn't talk about that. He promised not to. Jake just waited for her reply at the sports theatre thing as he took another sip of his water.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 16:11:47</strong>
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				<em>Kira with Jake - ok one thing in common</em><br><br>"Yeah I guess they are kinda the same. You should come with me sometime to a play and I'll go to a game with you, sound like a plan?" She smiled wide hoping he wouldn't cringe at the idea of having to sit through a performance. Maybe he would open up and try something new since she was willing to do the same. <br><br>"What about music? Do you like music? I like pretty much everything except opera, it just hurts my ears." She chuckled, then looked into his eyes once more. It was happening, she was definitely falling for him, and she didn't know any way of stopping it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 17:18:08</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - Not that different?</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"I'd lov to try that" Did she just ask him for a date or something datish? This was maybe a once in a lifetime chance to get in her real world. He had to take this opportunity and he couldn't let this chance slip away. "Do you already know what play your gonna take me to?" He was curious about her choice. Would she choose something she likes or something that he might like?<br><br>"I like music. Pretty much all of it but I'm not a big fan of the hip hop and rap culture. When I was younger I used to see great bands live all the time."[/b] Was she really here for him? A warm feeling went through his body. They might even have a date. Ok, it's a play but it's some alone time before and afterwards. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 20:43:13</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne Jones</strong><br><br>She was more excited than she should have been about seeing her sister in law and she knew it, but that didn't mean she could help it. Viv had rushed home so she could dress in something a little more appropriate for Sunday brunch with her brother, the Reverend. He always had disapproved of half the things she wore, especially when they'd been in school and she had all of his friends chasing after her. He never knew that his best friend had been the one to deflower his younger sister and she liked to keep it that way.<br><br>Yes, she had lived a slightly wild life before she got knocked up. Hell, she didn't exactly know who Jayden's father was...she had an opinion, but had never wanted to test that little theory out in case she turned out to be wrong. She would have to be enough for her little boy, maybe one day she would fall in love and finally have a father for her son, but who would ever want to end up with a whore? Vivienne had had boyfriends, well potential boyfriends, but they' all somehow ended up at the Gulch and and saw that she worked there so that started the beginning of the end. Damn hypocrites, that's all they were, it's fine for them to come pay for sex but once they found out that she was one of the women who got paid for it....they ignored her.<br><br>She had opted to wear a light pink dress that came down to right at her knees and was cut a little low, a bit of cleavage would be showing but not enough to make that 'tsk tsk tsk' look appear on her brother's face. She paired light pink flats with the dress and let her hair dry naturally so it would be in loose waves. No makeup, for now, when she got home to get ready for dinner, that's when she'd put some on.<br><br>She dressed Jayden in jeans and an orange long-sleeved shirt before heading over to Vince and Katie's house. Incidentally, she lived only a couple of houses from them and they waited on the front porch for someone to get home. Yes, she had a key, but she wasn't going to just walk inside an act like she owned the place. They could wait and she smiled as Jayden made his way to the slightly weathered swing set in their front yard. Vivienne knew it could be a while so she lit up a cigarette, hoping to God that her brother wouldn't pull up while she was smoking. He had never approved of that certain vice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 01:37:09</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea- At Church</strong><br><br>The service at this church was very different than the services Bill was used to. Sure there was singing, but it reached Bill’s ear more like a lullaby than anything reminiscent of the songs sang by the choir at Reverend Jackson’s church, whose voices always seemed to lift the roof off the building as well as the spirits of those who heard. Nobody stood up to give praise or cry ‘amen’, and when the Reverend began to speak of God’s judgment and marital fidelity, Bill felt his eyelids grow heavy.<br><br>Bill didn’t know how long he’d been asleep, or even that he was until a feminine voice shouted his name and startled him awake.<br><br>“M-Miss Mar- Miss Katherine!” Bill stammered, very nearly calling the preacher’s wife by the wrong name, a major faux pas indeed. “Yes, I always try to attend a service of some sort on Sundays. I’m quite impressed by your husband’s sermon.”<br><br>Bill lied. Lied in the church no less, but he hoped that God would forgive him. All things considered, it was less of a sin to tell this white lie than to admit that the sermon had lulled him off to sleep.<br><br>“The Garage is doing well, but we could always use more business.” Bill smiled, rubbing his eyes as he rose from the pew. “I hope that you’re doing at least as well yourself.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 04:56:54</strong>
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				<strong>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - 12:30? 1:00? - Victoria's Secret in the Mall</strong><br><br>Dean really had no idea how this store was allowed to exist in such a repressed and conservative town like New Harrisville Falls. Right across the hall from a toy store, no less. Larger than life posters decorated the windows and walls with scantily clad women in skimpy panties and bras pushing the breasts together in a most provocative manner. And this was just <em>outside</em> the damn store.<br><br>Buying <em>The Guide to Getting It On</em> was one thing. People could at least make assumptions that he was a sexually active male (which was technically about to be true, but for different reasons). It was only shameful if you were ashamed of sex to begin with, and Dean was not. He was proud of wanting to educate himself, in fact. He was all for following the second suggestion the Internet had given him as well. Originally, at least.<br><br><em>My palms feel clammy,</em> he thought to himself. He swallowed, took a deep breath and balled his hands into fists, stepping into the women's lingerie store.<br><br>His original plan was to just bee line it for the bras, grab one, say it was a present or something and get out. Turns out that there's...well, there's a <em>lot</em> of bras out there, and Dean didn't even know what he should be looking for. The Internet just said "practice unhooking a bra". They didn't tell him that some bras had hooks in the front, others in the back, some didn't have hooks at all. Would a push-up bra unhook differently than a regular one?<br><br>Fortunately the store was mostly empty, with any employees already pre-occupied. Dean picked a random blue one up, messing with the back hook a bit. This was the regular sort of bra a girl might wear, right? Maybe he could practice on this one, learning how to release the hooks in the back. Maybe even with one hand!<br><br>After all, if Dean was going to recover from his embarrassment, he'd need practice. Next time, Orchid wouldn't even know who fucked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 16:29:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124053.msg5565501#msg5565501">Quote from: JackWhite on 07-12-2011, 17:18:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - Not that different?</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"I'd lov to try that" Did she just ask him for a date or something datish? This was maybe a once in a lifetime chance to get in her real world. He had to take this opportunity and he couldn't let this chance slip away. "Do you already know what play your gonna take me to?" He was curious about her choice. Would she choose something she likes or something that he might like?<br><br>"I like music. Pretty much all of it but I'm not a big fan of the hip hop and rap culture. When I was younger I used to see great bands live all the time."[/b] Was she really here for him? A warm feeling went through his body. They might even have a date. Ok, it's a play but it's some alone time before and afterwards.<br></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Kira with Jake</em><br><br>So he did like music, and going to see bands. Well if the whole theater/ sporting thing didn't work out, then they could at least go to see some live music. Her eyes lit up once more, "Well, then we can go see a band together sometime, I would love that. I mean if that's ok with you, some times I can be a little bold and assume things. Sorry." <br><br>Kira sat back in her chair, she was always doing that, planning ahead before the other party agreed. She was just so full of life and wanted to experience as much of it as she could. She knew there wasn't much for her outside of this town, so she tried to make the best of what she had. And right now, she hoped she had him. She really liked Jake and wanted things to keep going with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 19:28:05</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - Getting a date</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"First things first. You were taking me to a play, right? Or have you already changed your mind about that?" She was quite active and Jake wondered if he could manage to give her everything she wanted. She was already planning out extra activities. If she was really doing all this she must really like him he thought. A smile ran over his face. "I'd love to see a band with&nbsp; you though." He didn't want to reject her offer but hoped she'd see that she had to slow down a little. Jake liked her but she went a little too fast for him. It was only a concert but it felt like she was already planning an engagement party. He wanted to see the play first before he made any decisions. This was still their first official meeting.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 21:58:39</strong>
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				<em>Kira with Jake</em><br><br>"You're right, I am sorry, it's just been a long time since I've been with anyone. I'm just used to keeping myself busy, and I can be really awkward and pushy when I am around others. I'm trying to work on that. Sorry, maybe I should just back off." Kira instantly got nervous and shy. Had she screwed things up? Was she too much for him? She was always awkward in social situations and she hadn't had a date in forever. She folded her hands on her lap and got real quiet figuring she had really screwed things up between them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 22:19:48</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - Screwed it or not?</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">He sees her getting shy and feels the awkward silence. "It's ok. It's cute that you're that enthousastic already. Please don't get nervous. I understand that it has been a long time ago but I do wanna go to the play. We can still see what happens after that, right?" The friendly smile was still on his lips hoping that would comfort her a little. "Every person makes mistakes. Tommorow I won't remember this little incident. Only your lovely face and personality are things that I will remember. Don't let this get to you" <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 16:45:34</strong>
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				<em>Kira with Jake</em><br><br>She smiled sweetly, she had really made a mess of things and was trying to pick up the pieces. "You're so nice, and yes I will take you to that play. I'll have to see what's coming next, I know the next town over always has shows going on. I promise to take it slow. Thanks for understanding." <br><br>She blushed when he called her lovely and liked her personality. He was so nice and kind to her, she hoped she hadn't really messed things up. "Jake, I think you are the sweetest guy I've met in a long time. And you are so handsome, I'm surprised some girl hasn't snatched you up yet." She blushed, it was surprising that he hadn't had a bunch of girls on his arm. Maybe he just hadn't found the right one yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 18:37:20</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) - Not that bad after all</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">"You're welcome." he said with a grin on his face. She knew now that going fast won't that this very far. "I hope you don't mind taking it slower because you were really enthousiastic about everything"<br><br>Jake noticed the blush on her face but decided not to make a comment about it. He didn't want her to think that he was just a smooth talker. "I've had a&nbsp; girl for two years but it didn't work out. I left last year.&nbsp; I just wasn't ready for the whole commitment and she was already planning out our whole future." This sounded a little bit too familiar with the conversation that he and&nbsp; Kira had a few moments ago and he quickly continued "she thought that she was ready for children but all she did was partying. You know, working but still living the college life. After that I was to busy getting a better position at my work and didn't have much time for serious relationships."<br><br>He hoped that future planning comment didn't frighten her. Telling this to her maybe wasn't the best thing after all.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 21:08:46</strong>
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				She was a bit surprised that he opened up so much about his ex, Kira was not really one to give out that information, not with her past any way. "Wow. I guess she didn't really realize what she had or that she had to mature. Not sure what the future holds for me, guess I'll just wait and see what happens." <br><br>She wasn't ready for any big commitments, and never ever thought about children. That was not on her agenda.&nbsp; Not until she thought her life was settled and she didn't have to work at The Gulch any longer. She didn't want to really settle down, not yet, not until she was financially comfortable and did not have to stress over money.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 21:47:10</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) with Kira</em><br><br>She reacted as he hoped. She didn't see any connection between her going to fast on a first date and his ex going to fast in their relationship. It wasn't planned this way and he didn't mean anything by it. It just came out when he spoke. "Your future holds at least one play with me on the seat next to you. Whether you like it or not." A big smile came on his face. Kira had the same vision on the future as he did. Just wait, see and hope that someone good will cross your path.<br><br>He took another sip from his water as it became silent. It didn't feel like one of those awkward silences, it was just a moment of reflecting. Jake was thinking about the things she said and just enjoyed looking at her while she sat there. She seemed ok. So far no crazy habits or twitches. The blonde hair, the beautiful smile, she was definitely his type. He knew that she was good in bed too. There were only positive remarks. Sitting here at this diner seemed too good to be true. A single lady his age that was really interested in him with this body and personality. They met in a strange way but does that really matter? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 18:47:28</strong>
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				Kira smiled when he spoke of the play once more, "Oh yes, I will find out what is coming up and then let you know. Here, this is my number so you can get a hold of me." She took a napkin and a pen from her purse and scribbled her number on it.&nbsp; She then kissed the napkin and let a lip print for him. She giggled and handed it to him, smiling the entire time. <br><br>"I had a nice time with you today, and I do have some more things to attend to today. I do hope you don't mind that I have to get going. I wouldn't want you to think I was bailing on you."&nbsp; Kira took out a few dollars to cover her drink and handed them to him as well. She didn't want to assume he would pay for her drink since they had just met.<br><br>"Thank you so much for the lovely conversation, I truly enjoyed your company. I cannot wait to go to that play with you." She rose and brushed her hair back from her face. Kira then touched his hand and bid him farewell as she left the diner to finish running her errands.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 20:16:21</strong>
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				<em>Jake Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) and Kira went their own way</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Jake watched as Kira wrote her number down. He was surprised by the kiss she placed on the napkin. "Thanks, I'll definately call you but I liked that kiss more if it was on my cheek he said, smiling at her. Such a special girl, he liked her already but wanted to know more about her before he fell in love with her. <br><br>"I don't mind it. There are more important things to do and we can always meet again. I like to think you're no bailing on me because I'd hope that I'm not that bad as company." He didn't want to accept her money but she insisted on it. "I'm glad you liked our conversation. I cannot wait to go either." He sat there for a few more seconds as she left. Jake paid for his drink and left too but he texted her first &lt;Hi Kira. It's me Jake. I just wanted to thank you for the afternoon.&gt; After that he walked out and went home. Still thinking about the lovely girl he met yesterday evening.<br><br>&nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 21:29:15</strong>
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				<em>Kira walking away</em><br><br>She felt her phone go off and she grabbed it from her purse. She looked at the text and smiled. He was so sweet. I had fun too, can't wait to see you again, she texted back, then went on her way to finish her errands. She hoped he would be at The Gulch tonight, she would give him a night he would never forget. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 15:09:44</strong>
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				<strong>Desdemona back home</strong><br><br>Desdemona looked on as her uncle walked away and mingled amongst the parishioners. It seemed like Henry Pratz was always in campaign mode, no matter how far away the elections were. It was probably what had allowed him to have such a firm grasp on the Town Hall for so long. Robert Pratz had no such burdens in terms of keeping up appearances. After a few cordial yet short greetings with some of the town’s elite, the three of them soon made off towards their car. Desdemona half-listened to her mother’s complaints about mrs. Pratz. It was a ritual that was as much part of her Sunday as church itself.<br><br>Desdemona felt relieved to be back home and quickly retreated to her bedroom. She felt desperately bored. In fact, the only times she didn’t feel bored in New Harrisville was when she was at the Gulch. But she could not go there now. It wasn’t open, and even if it was, she had to watch out that she didn’t spend too much time there… Her father might not suspect what she was really up to, but if she disappeared for entire days, he would eventually find out. She was already tempting fate enough by going there when her uncle was in attendance. <br><br>She could go to the small mall two towns over, but that place bored her more than her parents’ mansion did. Not to mention that they rarely had anything she was interested in purchasing. Instead she checked her email and found a couple of mails from her former sorority sisters. Still, her link with her pledge sisters was becoming increasingly flimsy. Where a dozen girls had emailed her a couple of times a week when she first dropped out, now only three or four remained in touch with her, and the stream of emails had slowed to a frequency of one or two a week. There was a twinge of regret at her failed university career, not in terms of her academic development but the lifestyle. She was smart enough to at least get passing grades had she committed herself a little bit. Unfortunately the realization that she was throwing her cushy life away had only come after her father had cut off the money stream and refused to pay for any more tuition. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>29-12-2011, 02:16:36</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea- Back to the Service Station</strong><br><br>Bill was still feeling quite embarassed about falling asleep in church when he left, so he avoided making any more contact with his fellow parishoners, even Desdimona who he knew better than most of the others. He drove straight to the gas station and decided to stop putting off the oil change that his truck so desperately needed.<br><br>After carefully hanging up his Church Suit, Bill changed into his faded and stained overalls that bore his name on a patch over his chest. Laying on his trusty rolling board, it didn't take Bill long to drain the old oil and replace it with a fresh batch of 10w/40. He topped off the rest of his fluids and then changed the air filters before closing the hood and making his way out to the front counter.<br><br>Bill remembered that he'd asked Erica to bring her car by, but he had no idea if she'd been able to interpret his text message. Instead he opted to call her from the office phone set on the counter. He held the reciever to his ear as the sound of ringing began to fill his ear.<br><br>It helped to stay busy, it kept him from daydreaming about dinner tonight, lest he allow imagination to jade his experience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>12-01-2012, 05:11:13</strong>
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				<strong>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Early Afternoon - His home on East Broad Ave.</strong><br><br>Well, that wasn't as painful as he had expected.<br><br>It turns out as long as you pretend there's nothing strange happening, the woman at the Victoria's Secret counter won't really give two shits what you're buying. As such, Dean was able to just drop it on the counter, hand over his money and walk out. One bike ride home later and he was back in his room.<br><br>Even so, he couldn't help but feel his face redden as he looked at the bra in his hands. He actually bought a bra to practice removing the thing. He had never expected himself to stoop so low as buying a bra just to practice on it in the privacy of his own room. He sighed, tossing it onto his bed to examine later. For now, he needed to read up on his new book.<br><br>The hours passed by rather swiftly as he flipped through the pages. It was an interesting book, and despite being about sex, it wasn't really erotic in nature. Sure, plenty of the images tried to give a rather erotic mental image, but the text itself was very matter-of-fact and clinical. Just what he needed as someone so consistently preoccupied with his own thoughts.<br><br>But reading and practice were two different things. Dean's eyes frequently darted back up to his clock, and while the hours slipped by, he still held some excitement for when it was late enough to head back to the Gulch. Or was it nervousness? He didn't know. He didn't even know which girl he'd get, or if he should even try already.<br><br>Still, at least he'd be better prepared than last time. He licked his thumb and flipped another page, studying the words carefully. Dean wasn't going to be made a fool of again. Not tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 19:12:35</strong>
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				<strong>Desdemona Pratz - at home</strong><br><br>Desdemona was bored. With her friends thousands of miles away and the Gulch only opening in about a dozen hours, she was stuck in her father’s palatial home with nothing to do. She could join her mother in the luxurious terrace in the back of their domain where she was no doubt enjoying a drink underneath the shade of huge gazebo. But the last thing she felt like at that moment was a conversation with her mom. She pouted in boredom and peered out the window until she saw a figure heading towards the tiny shack at the far end of their domain. A naughty smile crept upon her lips and Desdemona quickly stripped off the dress she had worn to church in favor of a pair of cut-off jeans and a flimsy white blouse she tied together right above her navel. She undid her intricate updo and let her hair fall loose. <br><br>Perhaps the afternoon wouldn’t be a total loss after all… She descended the steps and slipped out of the servants back entrance as to not be seen by her dad or mom. From there it was a clear path to the small gardener’s shack, which was all but concealed completely from the view at ground level by a few strategically placed bushes and trees. Desdemona could not recall exactly when they had fucked for the first time. No doubt it was fairly shortly after her father had hired the tall, dark and handsome new gardener. Tremaine Colsworth was in his mid 20s and had a muscular, 6’2 frame. His father had hired him a year or two ago, when William – the man who had tended their large garden by himself up to that point – informed mr. Pratz that he no longer could manage it on his own. So her father had hired another younger gardener to help out, part time. <br><br>Tremaine owned a small one-man landscaping business and her dad was his main client. It hadn’t taken her long to notice that he was hiding a tight, muscular body underneath the plain overalls, and it was only a matter of time before she cornered him in his shack and enticed him to a wild fucking. He had grown weary after that first time though, afraid to lose his sweet gig at the Pratz estate if her father found out. Desdemona hadn’t covered herself in glory by subsequently blackmailing Tremaine for more sex in exchange for her silence. She wasn’t proud of herself for that, but a girl had needs. And she could hardly spend 24 hours a day at the Gulch. <br><br>She managed to sneak up on him to the point that he only noticed her presence when she was already behind him in the shack. <strong>“Fuck! Damn girl… Why do you go and sneak up on me like that?”</strong> When he noticed her attire and the look on her face, he knew what was up. <strong>“No… no… hell no girl… Your mom is like just beyond those bushes. I just waved hello at her five minutes ago.”</strong> Tremaine pointed out the high rose bush that parted the more intimate inner garden from the rest of their plot. It was a little over six feet tall, so her mom could just about peer over it when she stood on her tipy-toes. Desdemona shrugged. <strong>“<em>Please</em>… she’s probably on her fourth or fifth martini by now, she won’t hear a thing, and if she does she will be beyond caring in her current state.”</strong> She stepped further into the shack and cornered Tremaine up against his work bench. <strong>“Besides… it’s not like you have a say in this, do you? I could inform daddy right now that you have been ploughing his little girl for what… nearly two years now?”</strong> She grinned deviously at him. <strong>“I’d worry more about that, <em>Romeo</em>.”</strong> Her hand ran down to his crotch and she could feel the outlines of a rock-hard erection underneath his denim overalls.<strong> “Besides, looks like the snake in your trousers has a very different opinion of me.”</strong> She squeezed his cock through the fabric and Tremaine couldn’t help but groan. <strong>“Alright…”</strong> he conceded.<strong> “But at least shut the bloody door.”</strong> She briefly returned to slam the door of the wooden shack shut. The room was dimly lit in the afternoon sunlight of the two small windows. <br><br>She was pleased to find him undoing his overalls by the time she returned her gaze to him. He was in front of her in nothing but his boxers and a T-shirt now. His cock already lewdly spilled out of his underpants and she released them all the way by playfully pulling his boxershorts down to his knees. The thick black cock sprung out of its prison and she immediately grabbed it and gave it a hard squeeze. Tremaine’s cock was a beautiful thing to behold and the mere sight of it always made her dripping wet. She looked up and saw him pull the T-shirt over his head and toss it to the side. Then she joined him in the stripping, by first undoing her denim hotpants and then untying the little blouse. She hadn’t bothered to put any underwear on, knowing the clothes would just get in the way of her intended tasks. Tremaine pulled her close for a wet kiss whilst she returned her hands to his rigid cock. She felt the veins push against her palms as she kneaded the hard rod in her hands. <br><br>It didn’t take her too long to drop to her knees and start licking the glorious cock from base to top and back again. The tip of her tongue moved up and down the length of his cock in a way that she knew would arouse and torment him to no end. Slow, probing, circular motions turned his cock into a glistening rod. Eventually she wrapped her lips around his shaft and took him as deep as she could manage in one gulp. Tremaine was gripping the work bench behind him and his fingernails scraped the bottom of the wooden surface. <strong>“Oh fuck yes… you little freak!”</strong> he called out, his voice already raw with excitement. Her head bobbed up and down his length for a few torturous pumps, her tight throat tormenting his engulfed member. Eventually he pulled her off his length. <strong>“Stop… fucking… stop… you’re going to make me cum already…”</strong> <br><br>She grinned up at him and rose to her feet. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she hoisted her weight up and wrapped two legs around his waist. Two strong hands supported her buttocks and she let go off his neck with her right hand to guide his cock to her dripping gash. She moaned loudly as Tremaine impatiently invaded her flesh. She bit her lip as the thick rod parted her lips and stretched her walls to the limit. A few swift pumps had all but an inch or two of his black cock up her snatch. She could feel his breath on her skin as she rested her head on his shoulder. Using her arms around his neck, she helped him lift her weight up and down on his rod as he fucked her standing up. <br><br>She felt his hard body pressed tightly up against hers and panted in his ear.<strong> “That’s it baby… fuck me… fuck me harder Tremaine… oh yes… Oh fuck yes… that’s the spot… mmmmmmmm”</strong> Tremaine clearly had been in need of a release. After just five minutes of rutting, she heard a loud moan through his clenched teeth and felt his seed spill up her pussy. It was a huge load and he kept on fucking her all through his orgasm. Soon her inner thighs were coated with his warm seed, but still he kept on pumping into her, until the last drop was squeezed out. She could feel his member gently softening inside of her and she pulled her own body off his length. A huge gulp of goo came out as she broke off their connection and got back to her feet. Tremaine’s muscular frame was covered in a soft sheen of sweat. She got to her tipy-toes and pressed a kiss onto his lips, and then gathered her things after wiping some off the mess off her thighs with a rag. <strong>“Thanks for that baby, I really needed the distraction.”</strong> With another teasing wink, she was at the door and then out of the shack completely. During the entire walk back to her room she felt a silly smile on her face, caused by the pleasant tingle in her nether regions. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 02:44:02</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea- Arriving at Vivien's House<br>Night time</strong><br><br>After a long day of working on cars, Bill closed the garage a little bit earlier than usual. He needed a shower badly, and also wanted to make sure to have time to pick up flowers on the way. After a long shower and a shave, Bill dressed back in his brown suit from church and grabbed one of the toys that he sold in the gas station for Vivien's son. It wasn't much, just a brightly colored, plastic sling shot and a rubber Bouncy-Ball; but he briefly considered that he might come to regret arming this young boy before having dinner with his single mother.<br><br>In the end, Earl decided to just give Jayden the ball and leave the slingshot in his truck. With a large bouquet that he'd purchased from the local Grocery Store in one hand and a new toy for Jayden in the other, Bill knocked on Vivien's door.<br><br>Maybe Bill should have called first, but she had invited him. Feeling a bit nervous, Bill checked his watch to make sure he was on time before ringing the bell, not long at all after he'd just knocked. He tossed a few breath mints into his mouth, hoping it would distract him from being nervous until Vivien answered. Even from the porch, he could smell the good smells from the kitchen, though he couldn't immediately place them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 04:17:07</strong>
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				Vivienne Jones. Date time.<br>Vivienne had enjoyed the brunch with her family and had rushed home with Jayden so she could start cooking. She tied an apron on before turning on a cartoon for her son. Viv went back into the kitchen and started to cook the fried chicken, collard greens, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and pecan pie. Yes...it was a little overboard, but she was excited and liked Bill a lot. She was just finishing up when the doorbell rang. "Come on in." Vivienne untied her apron while she waited for Bill to come in. "You look mighty handsome." She smiled warmly at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 09:47:15</strong>
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				<strong> Bill Shea- Vivienne's House<br>Date O'Clock</strong><br><br>Bill opened the door and walked in, slightly timid about walking into other people's homes, even when invited. He saw Vivienne in that adorable apron and couldn't help but have sinful thoughts in his head. It must have been from working at the brothel that seeing her made him imagine her wearing nothing but that apron.<br><br>"Well thank you." Bill smiled, holding the flowers in front of himself as he walked toward the kitchen. "These are for you, and you look quite beautiful as well. I brought something for your boy too, is he here?"<br><br>Bill walked into the kitchen looking wide eyed at the spread before him. Vivienne had gone all out in the cooking department. For a brief moment he pondered the two of them having pieces of pie before dinner, but knew that it would set a bad president with a young boy in the house. They could share the pie later, together, off... of eachother...<br><br>Perhaps this new job really was leading him into temptation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 04:40:42</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne Jones- her house. Date Night</strong><br><br>Vivienne smiled as he walked in and she closed the door behind him. "Thank you very much. Yes, he's on the couch. Decided he was in the mood for Spongebob tonight." She looked at Jayden and smiled lovingly. It was so sweet of Bill to bring something for her son as well as to bring her flowers. Vivienne took the flowers and set them in a vase before filling it up with some water. She had been looking forward to this all day.<br><br>Jayden heard the talking and looked at his mom and the man that had just walked in. He gave his mom a quizzical look, wondering who this man was, and why he was looking at his mommy like that. The boy was curious and happy that his mom didn't have to work tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 05:03:39</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea- Vivienne's House</strong><br><br>Bill smiled at Vivienne, watching her put the flowers in a vase. She indicated that Jayden, her son, was in the other room watching cartoons. Bill removed his jacket from his borad shoulders and set it over the back of the chair at the head of the dinner table. He threw the small, colorful, rubber ball up in the air before snatching it quickly and giving Jaden a look of overplayed excitement at having caught the ball. He approached the young man on his knees, knowing that small children didn't like large adults who loomed, and even on his knees Bill was taller than most kids.<br><br>Bill held out his fists, nodding to the boy, indicating he should pick one hand. Jayden chose the one that Bill had used to catch the ball, but that hand was empty. His surprised face had been a distraction to disguise his passing of the ball into the other hand which he opened and offered the ball to the boy.<br><br>"I brought this for you, Jayden. My name is Bill. Do you think it would be alright with you if I joined you and your mom for dinner tonight?" Bill asked, his voice almost conspiratorial as he glanced over his shoulder at Vivienne and smiled. "And doesn't your Mommy look so pretty tonight? You should let her know it. Girls like when you tell them they look nice."<br><br>Bill smiled and ruffled Jayden's hair with his large hand before standing back up and making his way back onto the kitchen. He looked over Vivienne's shoulder, gently placing a hand on the small of her back.<br><br>"Anything I could help with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 05:26:01</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne Jones- Her house</strong><br><br>Vivienne smiled as she watched Bill with Jayden, he was really good with kids. His son was proof of that. She saw the bouncy ball and grinned. Jayden would love that.<br><br>Jayden's little face had a look of concentration on it as he looked from hand to hand and picked one. He frowned slightly as he was wrong, but smiled brightly as Bill handed him the ball. He listens to the man and smiles as he looks at his mom. "Mommy is pretty all the time." He says softly. "You can eat with us." Jayden gets up and runs over to his mom, tugging at her apron. "You look pretty, Mommy." He smiles an adorable smile and wraps his arms around her leg before going back to watch cartoons.<br><br>Vivienne smiles affectionately at her son as he does this and she leans down to kiss Jayden on the top of his head. She watches as he runs back to the couch, content with his new toy, and she smiles at Bill. "That was very sweet of you, Bill. I think he likes you now. Um, I think everything's pretty much done. Jayden, go wash your hands so you can eat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 02:20:21</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea<br>Vivienne's House- Sunday Night</strong><br><br>Bill joined Jayden at the sink, making a show of using soap and warm water, scrubbing halfway up to his elbow and digging out dark grease under his fingernails. When he'd finished he playfully splashed Jayden by flicking the water from his fingertips before drying them with a dish towel. He sat in the chair that he'd hung his jacket over earlier, and looked over the magnificent spread of his favorite foods.<br><br>"Everything looks wonderful, Viv. Thank you so much for cooking." Bill smiled, taking a breast piece from the platter, hoping to avoid saying out loud that he preferred white meat. "Do you say Grace before meals?"<br><br>Bill passed the platter of wonderful smelling fried meat down to Jayden before adding a large scoop of greens, a heaping pile of potatoes, and enough Macaroni and cheese to fill up the remaining space on his plate. He was sure to circulate the plates after taking his share.<br><br>"Doesn't it look great, Jayden?" Bill asked of the youngster, being careful to keep him engaged and involved so he didn't start asking questions that would make things uncomfortable. "Which looks the best?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 06:11:25</strong>
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				<em>Vivienne at her house with Bill and her son- Sunday night</em><br><br>Vivienne smiled as she watched the two wash their hands and she reaches back to untie the apron before hanging it up back in its place. She was hoping that someday she could help Jayden not be so clingy to her and maybe this would help. If it even turned into anything and she was kind of hoping that it would.<br><br>She sat next to Bill and across from her son, the table wasn't terribly large so it wouldn't be hard for to help if Jayden needed some. She had made sure to make some chicken strips for her son because he didn't really like fried chicken too much. She watched as her son very carefully filled his plate with what he wanted to eat and sent him a look as he passed on the greens which had him reluctantly putting some into his plate. He wasn't much on vegetables, so Vivienne had to make sure he ate some. She waited until he was finished to make her own plate. Vivienne was the kind of girl that didn't care too much for what society thought was the right amount of food for a lady to eat, she liked food so she ate as much as she wanted. She was graced with a high metabolism that helped out with that. "We do say grace and I'd be happy if you'd do the honors, Bill." She smiled at him.<br><br>Jayden heard Bill ask him this question and he thought about it. "Macaroni and cheese." He smiled but sighed softly as his mom gave him the look. The one that meant <em>he better eat his vegetables or he'd be in trouble</em> look so he put some of the greens on his plate.<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 23:07:42</strong>
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				<strong>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Sunday night - His home on East Broad Ave.</strong><br><br>The hours seemed to crawl as Dean flipped through the book. He was getting eager, excited, and at the same time nervous. He wondered to himself if it was a good idea, but he couldn't think about anything else. The book had a couple chapters on oral sex, and it reminded him of the previous night. It filled him with shame and irritation, but he also began to wonder if things had gone differently.<br><br>It drove him to push the book aside, close his eyes and relieve himself, imagining that sexy brunette head furiously diving down into his crotch, bobbing, the sound of her smacking lips echoing in his silent room, driving him wild...<br><br>It was a momentary distraction, and didn't last long. He had to do it again later that night, and started to wonder if it would actually be a bad idea before heading to the brothel.<br><br>Finally he tried to just play video games, to keep his mind occupied, but it wouldn't work. Nothing distracted him. He couldn't wait until midnight this time. He had to go earlier.<br><br>With a sigh, he retrieved his coat, his keys, and stepped out of the house. He'd be using his bike again, though he supposed he should consider getting a car with some of his inherited money. He would have to get something used and cheap, he supposed. Biking to the edge of town, he first hit up an ATM to make sure he had the proper cash flow, then made the long trek towards the Gulch...<br><br><div class="floatright"><em>Continued at the Brothel... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=123765.msg5919280#msg5919280)</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JackWhite</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 11:56:30</strong>
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				<em>Jake "Jones"&nbsp; Johnsen &nbsp;(http://geektyrant.com/storage/post-images-2011/jakejohnson-21jumpstreet.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1303357387624) thinking about going the Gulch</em><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">It was already quite late and Jake was thinking about going to the Gulch early today. He wanted to be there before Kira arrived or Ruby as she was called there. Last night had been great and their meeting during the day had only made his desire to see her tonight grow bigger. Tonight he had to be her first that way he could justify going down on her for himself. He thought that he was losing his mind for even considering such thing but still he wanted to give that girl everything she deserved. Jones really liked her and if their real lifes matched he saw them getting together somehow. Those things all went on in his mind while he tried to watch tv. He just couldn't keep his focus on the screen and he didn't hear a word from what was said. Suddenly he had made up his mind. He'd go to the Gulch already and would wait there for her. He got out of his house and went to the car. In his mind he was already at the Gulch.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 20:03:31</strong>
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				<strong>Nathan Maddoc</strong><div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7041/6784901344_8e4803feaa_m.jpg)</div><br><em>Sunday Night – Captain's Steakhouse</em><br><br>He'd eaten his fill, yet enough of the well-done steak remained on Nathan's plate to rebuild at least half a cow. He pushed the meat around disinterestedly, having polished off the sides. Nate wasn't sure whether it was nerves or the sheer quantity of the food that had quashed his appetite. Then again, he'd never been a huge fan of beef; having grown up on a dairy farm, he'd had enough to last a lifetime, and found it a bit cloying on the palate. He found himself thinking wistfully of the home-cooked meals he'd enjoyed on previous nights at the Goddard farm; Jane Goddard knew how to set a mean table. But with his plans for tonight, he'd decided to come into town to eat, and New Harrisville offered few options beyond the Captain's Steakhouse.<br><br>Most of the clothes he'd brought from home were hardwearing and grubby, suitable for rooting around in the fields, taking soil samples, cuttings from crops and repaying the Goddards for their hospitality by assisting with the innumerable chores that kept a farm running, but tonight he wore his neatest shirt and had painstakingly scrubbed the muck and seeds from his jeans so he looked reasonably presentable. His naturally wavy brown hair was obedient, and stayed messed and pricked up with no more attention than wet fingers run through it, and his blue-grey eyes were bright in his boyishly handsome, yet ruggedly weathered face.<br><br>“What's the matter, son? Too charred for ya?” <br><br>The Captain, proprietor and head chef was a local character, Nate gathered. A Vietnam vet with an eyepatch and shaggy grey shoulder-length hair, he'd given the New Zealander a disapproving Cyclopic look when he'd ordered the steak well-done; the Captain was one of those who considered any meat not pink and dripping to be ruined. There were few other diners on a Sunday night, and he'd ambled over to Nate's table.<br><br>Glancing up from the plate, the visiting Kiwi scientist grinned. “No, it was great. Just a generous portion,” he said, slapping his stomach with a muscular <em>thwap</em>. Farm work and rugby had given him a solid physique, and a high metabolism and good understanding of nutrition kept it trim and firm. He leaned back, fishing his wallet out of a pocket. It was thick with greenbacks; for what he had planned later in the evening, he suspected he'd need lots of ready cash. He drew out several bills, frantically calculating the appropriate tip; it wasn't as predominant a custom in New Zealand as in the US, and he wasn't sure what was right for a restaurant. 10%? 20%? He opted towards the high end; there were a lot of photos of the Captain posing with military weapons and hunting trophies on the walls.<br><br>Laying down the money, Nate pushed himself out from the table and checked his watch. “Thanks for the grub, mate, but I've gotta get going.” He lifted his chin in a reverse nod of acknowledgement, standing, shaking the Captain's hand and made his way to the door.<br><br>Stepping out into the cool night air, Nate felt the busy, chirupping silence of the American heartland spread around him, and slung his jacket over one shoulder. He dipped a hand into his pocket and retrieved the scrap of paper that had been given to him, studying the address – or rather the directions, as it seemed to refer to somewhere out in the fields, beyond the usual system of road names – under the steakhouse's outside lights. Well. There was no time like the present...
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 01:06:30</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea- Vivienne's House- 7:30PM</strong><br><br>Bill was slightly taken aback when Vivienne asked him to say Grace over the food. He hadn't been observing the custom much since his son moved out, a regrettable fact, but something that didn't quite feel the same over microwaved, frozen dinners. He took a moment to clear his throat and bow his head with his hands folded in his lap before he began.<br><br>"Lord, I want to thank you for the bounty we are to receive. Please also bless Vivienne and her son Jayden, she worked so hard on this delightful meal. Bless this house and bless our town. Most of all, I want to thank you for the gift of companionship. Something I've been missing for too long. Amen." At the end, Bill looked up into Vivienne's eyes and smiled. "Let's eat."<br><br>The rest of the meal unfolded pleasantly enough, Bill keeping Jayden engaged while still finding opportunities to cast Vivienne occasional bedroom eyes, any time they had to avoid the subject of how they met or what sort of work they did together. Bill ate greedily, unable to help himself. It had been a long time since he'd eaten food as good as Vivienne's, he had seconds and thirds of everything before deciding to save room for pie.<br><br>"The food was delicious Vivienne. Thank you so much for inviting me." Bert smiled, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "And thanks to you too, Jayden. Thanks for having me. Isn't it getting a bit late? You have school in the morning don't you?"<br><br>Bill had tried hard to win over Jayden, now it was time to test it. It was already getting late and he didn't want to be late again. Mr. Harris was generally understanding, but he had no desire to push his luck with the Old Man. If he was going to spend any quality alone time with Vivienne tonight, he needed her son to go to bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 05:52:43</strong>
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				Vivienne at her place with Bill and Jayden<br><br>Vivienne smiled and closed her eyes as Bill said grace, it was easy to be relaxed and happy around the man. They ate and it pleased her that Bill had second and third helpings. She ate slowly and made sure to save room for some pie. Her eyes glanced at the grandfather clock in the living room and she noticed that it was getting late, they would both have to be at work in a little while. She smiled as Bill tried to talk Jayden into going to bed.<br><br>Jayden looked from Bill to his mom and back to Bill. He knew that he had to go to bed and that his mom would probably have someone come to watch him when she left for work, he'd already had a bath and was getting kind of sleepy. "Yeah, pre-school." He sighed softly, he wished sometimes that his mommy didn't have to work at night. He liked her being at home with him. "Okay, I'll go to bed. Mommy, I can do it myself though." Jayden gave his mother an 'I'm a big boy' look and smiled. He got up and walked over to his mom, leaned up and gave her a kiss on the cheek before looking at Bill. "Nice to meet you, I have to go to bed now. Love you Mommy." He made his way into his room and got into bed.<br><br>Vivienne looked over at Bill. "He's growing up so fast. I wish he'd stay little for a while longer, but can't do anything about it. Want some pie now or is there anything else you'd like?" She smiled, it wasn't meant to be a seductive smile, but that's how it turned out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 23:19:03</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea- Vivienne's House</strong><br><br>Bill watched as Jayden kissed his mom and ran off to bed, bringing a small grin to Bill's lips. He was feeling giddy with excitement for what seemed the inevitable outcome following Jayden's departure. When Vivienne asked if there was anything <em>else</em> he wanted besides the dessert she had prepared. Bill wasn't one for mincing words, so he didn't.<br><br>"Well, I'm mighty grateful for the hospitality I've been shown by you and your boy, havin' me in your home. I'm deeply grateful as well for all the wonderful food you've prepared, but if it's all the same to you, I'd like to start repaying some of that kindness." Bill smiled, returning hers and moving closer to her until he was able to gently bring his hands to rest on her hips. "Perhaps we could take dessert up to the bedroom and enjoy it after we've had a little bit of grown-up fun, what do you say?"<br><br>Bill blushed and bit his lip after he'd asked, the words felt misshapen coming out of his mouth. This was so unlike him, yet seemed like the natural progression nonetheless. He hoped that he hadn't misread the situation, leaning his head down to kiss her lips softly. Allowing the growing bulge in his slacks to lightly brush her thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 05:15:06</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne at her house with Bill</strong><br><br>Vivienne smiled as she heard Jayden's door close. It meant that she and Bill were virtually alone and she'd wanted to kiss him all night. She listened to him, a little worried that because he knew she was a prostitute that he thought she was a slut. That really wasn't the case, she worked at the Gulch because of financial reasons, in real life...she rarely threw herself at anyone. She really liked Bill, though, and hoped that this just wouldn't just be a one night stand kind of thing.<br><br>When his hands moved to her hips, her eyes moved to meet his and she smiled at him. She did want him, very much so, but she didn't want his opinion of her to go down. Her body usually won out in these types of situations, that's how she'd gotten her son, and her body was winning right now. "I think I would like that very much."<br><br>Vivienne thought that he looked sexy when he bit his lip and she thought that she detected the slightest hint of a blush. Her arms wrapped around him softly as he leaned down to kiss her lips. She returned his kiss eagerly, her tongue running along his lip..kind of asking permission before it entered his mouth. Her lips curved into a smile against his as she felt the growing bulge on her thighs. One of her hands moved down and her fingers traced along the outline of said bulge slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 01:31:09</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea- Vivienne's House</strong><br><br>A soft sigh escaped from Bill's nose as Vivienne returned his kiss and her tongue gently glided along his bottom lip for a moment. He gladly opened his mouth, letting his hands drift slowly down to the young woman's ass, gripping and squeezing the supple flesh in his palms as he allowed his tongue to gently writhe against hers. Her fingers upon his manhood caused the long organ to grow even more rigid as he smelled the rush of pheromones forming a cloud around them both.<br><br>Bill groaned slightly,&nbsp; using his strong arms to lift the slender girl up from her feet and pull her lower body against the crotch of his slacks, urging her legs to wrap around his waist as he began to carry her toward the stairs. He never broke the kiss or lessened his passionate ministrations to her soft, supple lips.<br><br>It was easy for Bill to carry the slender Vivienne up the tall flight of stairs, but when he reached the top, he had a dilemma. He'd never been in Vivienne's house before and he didn't know which was the bedroom. The last thing he wanted to do was burst in on Jayden trying to sleep, carrying his mother in a lustful lip lock. So he gently set her down onto her feet.<br><br>"Um, which way is it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 06:57:49</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne Jones, her house with Bill</strong><br><br>Vivienne grinned against Bill's lips as she heard that sigh. Her tongue wasted no time in slipping between his lips and she sucked on his tongue softly. She liked the feel of his rather large member and wanted to be naked with him. She squeezed it a little as he groaned.<br><br>She wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked her up, her dress riding up her thighs. His hands were still squeezing her ass while he carried her towards the staircase. She deepened their kiss and pulled herself closer to his body. The growing bulge in his pants, along with the passionate kiss, was exciting her very much.<br><br>Vivienne looked up at him as he set her down, her lips were swollen from their kiss and her eyes were clouded with lust. "Down the hall, third door on the left." She smiled as she grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. <br><br>Closing the door, knowing that Jayden would knock if he wanted in because he'd always knocked first, Vivienne pulled him towards her amazingly comfortable bed. She pushed Bill down onto it, by his shoulders, and slowly crawled up into his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist again as she leaned into kiss his lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 03:46:33</strong>
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				<strong>Bill&nbsp; Shea- Vivienne's House</strong><br><br>Bill couldn't help but chuckle a little as Viv led him quickly down the hallway by his hand. He was reminded of a tugboat pulling a steam ship out to sea. He followed eagerly, watching her shapely ass moving as she walked ahead of him. Things had gone perfectly tonight, the meal was exceptional, Jayden seemed to like him and now he was on his way to Vivienne's bedroom. Perhaps he could get used to the life of a bachelor.<br><br>Letting Vivienne push him back onto the bed, Bill smiled wide, showing off his pearly white teeth for just a moment until her lips were upon his once more. She straddled him swiftly, likely a practiced move that she'd perfected on the clients he so often sent back to meet her. His tongue gladly tasted hers, his massive hands exploring the small of her back and her ass, pulling her closer against him, letting his now fully erect cock grind between her legs.<br><br>Bill rolled Vivienne over, still engrossed in their lustful embrace, mounting her gently. He tried to continue making out with her as he pulled his tie from around his neck and began unbuttoning his shirt. He was clumsy in his efforts to push each button through its hole while still kissing her so aggressively.<br><br>Tugging the crisp, white shirt off of his sculpted, black shoulders, Bill tossed the sleeves off of his arms and quickly started on his belt and slacks. A mere moment later, his massive, thick cock sprung forth from his boxers. It looked grotesquely large compared to the petite blond he was with, thickness and length comparable to her arm. Bill glanced down, breaking the kiss, wondering how he could have neglected mentioning his... "Situation" until this moment.<br><br>"I- I'm sorry." Bill muttered, sitting up slightly and looking into her eyes. "I know, it's too big. I'm sorry. It's, um- It's probably not going to fit."<br><br>Bill blushed again and looked away embarrassed. He knew that some men prided themselves on the size of their big cocks, but Bill had only ever wished that his could be smaller. As it was now, he felt certain that he'd scare Vivienne off, like he had so many others in the past.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 23:49:59</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne with Bill at her house</strong><br><br>Vivienne giggled softly as Bill switched positions on her, his erection felt massive and she knew she was going to enjoy this immensely. She helped him to unbutton his dress shirt while they kissed and her hands ran along the skin of his back. His skin was a beautiful black and she loved it. Her tongue danced with his, that is, until he broke their kiss.<br><br>She looked up at him as he did so before glancing down at his cock, she did like it very much and she smiled as he apologized for the size of it. "Oh, honey, don't apologize. I'm sure it will fit, we can make it fit. You won't hurt me, I promise." She let her hand press against his chest and let her nails drag down to his lower stomach. Her fingertips lingering there before they ventured further and her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. Well, as much as her delicate fingers could wrap around. Her other arm put a bit of pressure against his back to bring him closer to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 00:08:36</strong>
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				[/b]Bill Shea- Vivienne's bedroom[/b]<br><br>Bill let go of a soft sigh, as Vivienne's delicate, slender fingers wrapped around the girth of his large member, urging him closer with a gentle push on the small of his back. Bill was happy to comply, stepping out of his slacks and gently running his large hands up the silken insides of her thighs, cherishing the feeling of her soft skin against his rough palms. His hands continued upward, lifting her dress slowly, until he found the hem of her lacy panties.<br><br>Though Bill had only meant to move the panties aside, his large fingers, strengthened from years of tightening engine parts, tore right through the frilly fabric without meaning to. How embarrassing. He bit his bottom lip as the remaining ribbons of fabric got caught between his fingers and he ended up tearing the entire ruined set of panties away from her body with his hand.<br><br>"Sorry..." Bill muttered, trying hard to untangle himself from the mess he'd made of her underwear. "I didn't mean- Oh my!"<br><br>Bill interrupted himself as the head of his large cock made contact with her sex for the first time, she felt hot and wet and the opening seemed far too small for him to even stuff the head into, but he gave it a try anyway. It just felt too damn good not to try and fit his cock in that hole.<br><br>There was an awkward moment of pushing and slipping around that preceded Bill's final shove that forced Vivienne's pussy to stretch around the crown of his cock. He groaned loudly, her body squeezing down on his head with wet, silken heat. It felt so damn good! Little by little, as gently as he could, Bill continued pushing himself forward, slowly leaning his body over Vivienne's until he'd pushed all the way to the end of the road. He held himself there for a moment, panting as he hoped to allow her time to adjust.<br><br>Vivienne had managed to fit all but a few inches of Bill's cock inside her, and Bill was already mightily impressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 21:51:36</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne with Bill in her bedroom</strong><br><br>Vivienne smiled as she felt Bill's rough palms running up the insides of her thighs, her fingers tightening around his shaft a bit as he found her panties. She just giggled softly as he accidentally tore the delicate fabric. "It's quite alright...I have more, Bill." Vivienne was trying to avoid calling him by the pet names she used with customers, he wasn't one of her customers.<br><br>She gasped softly as the head of Bill's cock pushed against her entrance, he felt good against her, and she smiled up at him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he worked on getting himself inside of her. A soft moan came from her lips when she felt Bill's member thrust inside of her. She could feel him filling her up as much as he could and she loved it.&nbsp; She didn't even have to clench her muscles to squeeze around him perfectly, it was like sliding your hand into a glove that fit you perfectly.<br><br>Her hips pressed up against his and she let her nails run along the broad muscles of his shoulders, his body was a body built from years of manual labor and it was glorious. Vivienne hoped to help make this a night he would never forget. She was already enjoying herself immensely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 09:29:19</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea- Vivienne's House</strong><br><br>Bill could scarcely believe the incredible warmth and softness of Viv's hot honey hole. He let out a long groan of satisfaction, not unlike the sound he made when slipping into a hot bath with tense muscles. She felt amazing wrapped around him both inside and out and as her nails moved slowly over his wide shoulders, he leaned forward to kiss her deeply.<br><br>Reaching up from below her waist, Bill wrapped his hand slowly around Vivienne's generous breast. He was gentle at first, not wanting to hurt her with his large hands. For a moment he just held it, lightly bouncing it and gauging its weight as his hips found a life of their own. Before he even knew he was thrusting, the wooden bedframe was expressing protest to Bill's considerable mass, moving repetitively. His cock was wedged in so tightly that when he drew back, he pulled her briefly off the bed before her juices could adequately moisten his shaft. Then it was easy, some primal fire that guided him to chase the intense pleasure of moving in and out without questioning it.<br><br>The bedframe began to strike the wall as Bill started panting in sincere pleasure. He'd never known intercourse could be so good, but he was losing his control just a bit. His large, strong, hands were squeezing Vivienne's breast harder than he realized, sinking faintly into the flesh and popping one of the buttons off the top of her simple house dress. His hips were also driving deeper, smashing up against the entrance to her womb and slowly forcing it to open ever so faintly.<br><br>Bill understood for the first time why clients often referred to sex as "Nailing" someone. It had always seemed like such a brutal and crude analogy, but each time he buried his spike into Vivienne it made more and more sense. He could easily envision himself thrusting clear through her and staking her down to the floor.<br><br>The plaster began to chip off the wall, bit by bit behind the repeated slamming of the headboard, but Bill was too lost in his bliss to notice. He didn't notice the way that the bedposts were slamming the floor either as he continued thrusting into Viv from above her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 07:05:46</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne at her house with Bill</strong><br><br>Vivienne was loving how Bill seemed to be losing that control that always had him wound up so tightly and she didn't mind the pain, not one bit, she liked it. She could get used to this. As his thrusts became more powerful and his pants grew louder so did her moans, soon she was crying out in pleasure as the frame of her bed protested more and more. Their kiss was deep and full of passion and desire.<br><br>She knew there would be some slight bruising on her breast, but it wouldn't bother her and she knew it wouldn't bother the clients she had so it was all good. Bill was bringing her closer and closer to climax, but she didn't want the feeling to end so she pressed her palms against his chest. "I love how you feel inside of me, Bill, but I don't want to come just yet so how 'bout we switch positions?" <br><br>She slipped out from beneath him and helped him to move onto his back so she could sink down onto him. Vivienne bit at her lip as he entered her fully again and her hips started grinding down into his. One hand rested against his chest and the other was on her bed so she could brace herself. She started rolling her stomach to where her hips would hit his a little harder each time she came back down. She pulled her dress off and tossed it onto her bedroom floor before leaning own to kiss Bill again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 07:07:29</strong>
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				<strong>Bill Shea- Vivienne's House</strong><br>When Vivienne placed her palms on Bill's chest, he flinched like he'd been shot. He was losing track of where he was and what he was doing which frightened him a lot, almost as much as the thought that he might have been hurting Vivienne. He stared in wide eyed horror for a moment when she suggested that they should switch positions.<br><br>"I-I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." Bill muttered as he allowed Vivienne to roll him over onto his back. "I just got so wrapped up in- Oh, Jesus I'm- Ohhh Wow."<br><br>Bill interrupted himself as he felt Vivienne's incredibly wet snatch sliding its way slowly down his frightening length. But Vivienne wasn't frightened by it, she even said she liked the way it felt inside her which Bill believed. How could it not, when she felt so damn good to be inside? His eyes rolled back as he felt her undulating her muscles and stomach, gripping and stroking him in a way that Bill never would have imagined possible. She was taking him so deep and was still able to do such sexy things. Could this be love?<br><br>"Ah! Oh Lord! Oh Lord Jesus that's good!" Bill moaned, running his palms up Viv's thighs as she stripped out of her dress. "I don't know- I don't know how much longer... Should we stop?"<br><br>Bill stammered, genuinely worried over the prospect of cumming inside her and Vivienne being displeased with it. Whether it was the timing or placement of his cum that upset her, Bill wanted to avoid doing the wrong thing, but his muttering was quickly silenced by Vivienne kissing him passionately. While one hand gripped her ass, holding her down in a faint attempt to stave off his climax, the other cupped the side of her face and all worries or concerns fell silent around them.<br><br>There it was, a perfect moment, where nothing on Earth existed besides him and her. Perhaps Bill should have thought twice about the fact that he worked with Vivienne and what it might mean for the Gulch if things became serious between them, but for now there was only pleasure and the feeling of Vivienne's body against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: New Harrisville Falls - Town IC thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 00:27:12</strong>
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				<strong>Vivienne in her bedroom with Bill</strong><br><br>Vivienne smiled at him encouragingly as he kept apologizing, it was endearing how much he didn't want to hurt her and it pleased her. "Don't apologize, I love everything that you're doing." She knew that he was embarrassed by the size of his cock, but he shouldn't have been. Some women just couldn't handle it, but she wasn't like most women. She wanted very much for things to become serious between the two of them.<br><br>Her moans were getting so loud that she hoped her neighbors, which were her preacher brother and his family, could not hear because she would be in for a serious talking to if her older brother could hear anything that was happening. She knew Jayden wouldn't be able to hear because he slept with soothing music from her iPod, he had gotten that from her because she had always liked to listen to classical music while she was sleeping.<br><br>Vivienne broke their kiss a minute or so after he'd said that he was getting extremely close and asked her if they should stop. "No...we don't have to stop. I don't mind, you can come inside of me, Bill." This was said in a heated whisper. "I'm about to be there myself, you feel so amazing." Soon, her muscles were clenching down on his shaft and she could feel that haze start to drop over her mind, she wanted to time everything perfectly to where they would climax together.
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