A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)
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				Title: <strong>A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 17:51:07</strong>
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				(http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1187/1014598384_dcbda5062f.jpg?v=0)The war had brought about so many changes. Homes now lacked fathers, brothers and sons, most if not all of which were out fighting for the preservation of those homes, and the people they had left behind. Though not everyone had joined the military, everyone was doing something for the war effort. For the girls of Wyedean School, that effort was two hours every week after classes doing miscellaneous tasks that, when glancing through the list of possible ‘chores’ on the ride there, none of the girls found worth their time. Groups were assigned to different days of the week, and would work their two hours then. On Friday, the first day that this “Effort to show the support of the youth for the war” was to be done, the girls looked particularly glum and not at all supportive of anything. It wasn’t that they were selfish; they were young, and this was to be the start of the weekend.&nbsp; Though many of them were missing relatives, Lydney had not been as harshly affected as the rest of the country, so the aspect of spending time in a factory working, instead of finding some time to relax and socialize during the weekend, was not very pleasing.<br><br>Alyson Scarlett Hughes was quite thankful for the extra time away from home. With her brother Thomas on the verge of turning of age to enlist, her mother was absolutely frantic when she was home from her temporary secretary position. At sixteen, it was expected that she not get along with her mother, even more so at such a fragile time when a once domesticated woman was now pushed into the work force and was trying much harder to keep her strings wrapped tightly around her family. Limb by limb, Alyson was trying to work her way out of that web. Wyedean offered many clubs and activities, so Alyson had taken up tennis and violin to keep herself occupied. The excercise had added to her bicycle rides to and from school, shaping her young body quite nicely beneath her uniform. Long legs lean and slender, waistline tucked in slightly to give her figure a few curves aside from the quite obvious curves of her more than modest bust. However, winter had closed up the tennis courts, and her violin teacher had started to demand more money than Mrs. Hughes could spare, so the lessons were dropped and Alyson now attempted to learn songs by ear. Besides everything and anything was being done to try and convince stubborn Thomas to stay home at the moment, and to listen to the letters from his father describing the horrors of war. Buying him new clothes, encouraging him to continue in sports, find a nice steady girlfriend.. Really, Alyson was quite happy to have some other grating noise in her ear for an afternoon than her mother’s. Anytime the conversation was directed towards her, it typically involved hissing about weeding the garden or doing the laundry. <br><br>Any chores her mother had written up on the little white piece of paper taped to the refrigerator door, had to wait however, for the chalky white school vans had parked in front of the aircraft factory and one by one, dressed in thigh length blue plaid skirts, white blouses, white knee high socks, little black shoes and black blazers with the Wyedean emblem on the breast pocket, the first group of girls stepped out into the chilly air, Alyson huddled close to two other girls, their hands rubbing against one another’s to try and keep warm. The wind had started to pick up on the drive out towards the skirts of the city limits, so Jane Leeson had styled Alyson’s soft blonde waves into two long braids which hung delicately down her back. Since they had traveled such a distance, the girls who rode bicycles to school had theirs brought along, and now watched as their professors stumbled to unload them without toppling over.<br><br>“God, my brakes are already shotty” Alyson shivered, narrowing her pretty thin brows in the direction of one particularly plump professor with a bad comb over, who had wrapped his greasy fingers around her bike and was trying to tug it loose from the back of the van. “If he dodges it up anymore I’l--l”<br><br>“Do what Aly?”The brunette trembling beside her giggled into her fists “Complain under your breath and ride the thing home anyway?” <br><br>Alyson smirked a bit, nudging her shoulder against the girl as the other brunette suddenly seized her arm. “Oh look there he is!” she whispered, nodding her forehead in the direction of a much older looking man with graying hair and a very thick beard. As the one girl’s eyes glazed over in some sort of daze, her friends simply rolled their eyes.<br><br>“Jane you are barking mad..” Alyson smiled, her arms looping against her friends, chaining them together as they walked towards the factory doors. “Professor Williams is what, thirty years older than you?” <br><br>“And not to mention married..” The other girl giggled. Jane simply shrugged, smiling sweetly.<br><br>“So what? S’just means he has experience,”<br><br>A comment which set all three into a fit of giggles as they walked in behind the rest of their group, clearly somewhat late as their Head Professor was already in the midst of some speech about the importance of their presence there and how they would all take something meaningful away from their experiences here. Twisting the end of one of her long braids, Alyson glanced around the large open room, filled with parts of planes, assembly lines, bits and pieces of metal, scraps of leather, sparks flying off in many directions…and men. Plenty of men of all ages, some who had stopped completely in their tracks to stare&nbsp; curiously at the gathering of whispering school girls placing on long work coats one by one..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 07:31:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; Donald Prescott slowly made his way to the factory, the same torturous thoughts accompanying him.&nbsp; England was at war with Germany again, and again, he was not there at her hour of need.&nbsp; He had turned eighteen when the Great War was in its third year.&nbsp; Many of his classmates went over to France, never to return.&nbsp; But not him ... his father would not have his son in harm's way.&nbsp; He used his political connections to ensure him a safe position in the Royal Navy ... never having heard a shot fired in anger.&nbsp; At the time, he thought his father wise ... but, as he aged and grew older, he knew it was a dodge ... and his shame never left him.&nbsp; Now England had called upon her sons again to battle Hitler and his gangster government ... and he could not serve.&nbsp; "Too aged and unfit for the rigors of combat!"&nbsp; He was only forty-two!&nbsp; He admitted that he was not in the greatest of shape, but he was by no means a loafer.&nbsp; "Too aged and unfit ..." He heard that assessment play again and again in his head, and it tormented him.&nbsp; He tried to salve his sense of emasculation by working in the airplane factory in Birmingham ... to little affect.<br><br>&nbsp; Even his wife was embarrassed to have him at home, although she would never say that.&nbsp; But Donald knew.&nbsp; He knew by the way she looked at him ... spoke with him ... avoided intimacy with him.&nbsp; A month ago, she went to Coventry to visit family ... but he knew it was to free herself from his embarrassing presence.&nbsp; A week ago, the Nazis bombed Coventry ... a town of no military importance ... and he had not heard from Beth since.&nbsp; Every day he makes inquiries ... and every day he is told that they have no news.&nbsp; He wanted to go there himself ... but the war effort needed him to work the factory.&nbsp; He supervised the assembly line ... quality control ... he could not be spared ...and so he waited for word.&nbsp; Each day his hope grew dim ... <br><br>(http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/08_02/p7miserablemanG_468x366.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp; Donald finally arrived at the factory, greeting the broken men and female volunteers who assembled the British Spitfires so desperately needed to fight the Luftwaffe.&nbsp; Each one was at their station ... each one doing their part.&nbsp; He took his place near the end, ready to inspect the work that had been done.&nbsp; He was not there very long before there was a disturbance ... a murmur rippling down the assembly line ... heads turned towards the far end of the factory floor.&nbsp; Despite his almost two meter height, he could not see the cause.&nbsp; Walking over to a ladder, he climbed and saw ... a crowd of school girl volunteers.&nbsp; He sighed ... they were well meaning, but their contribution was negligible; at least in times past.&nbsp; These girls were new ... he would see how they worked out.&nbsp; Donald returned to his station and continued working ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 16:25:50</strong>
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				Nothing to strenuous was assigned to the girls, at least on their first day. Some were instructed for paperwork, others sent begrudgingly to do more janitorial chores, but Alyson and her two friends were sent towards one large table to polish the unassembled propellers’ for the plane, then place each individual slate into the basket next to the table next when they were done. They were warned to be mindful of the edges, as they could be rather sharp, and then…They were left there.<br><br>A lack of adult supervision even outside the home, was an increasingly common social shift across the world at War, and England was no exception. Teenagers left to raise themselves and those younger, For many, this new way was inescapable. There were no other choices. A soldier’s pension was good, but when rationing began, the fear of having nothing drove people to work to attain more money, hoping for some sort of financial security or advantage. Alyson’s mother had been under the same impression and the once stay at home mother now worked up to 35 hours a week and came home in a more irritable mood than usual. <br><br>Their blazers hung up in the hall closet, the young girls of Wyedean wore their tight fitting blouses beneath their dusty blue work coats, keeping them unbuttoned. Alyson sat down on one of the stools, biting her lip as it creaked from age, certainly not her weight considering she was as slim as a feather. Her friends joined her, muttering beneath their breaths on how they could have all snuck down to the lake or at least the back of the library instead of being here. <br><br>“Y’know they didn’t even take attendance on the way over!” Jane sneered, her thick lips pursing as she brushed some stringy black hair from her face. Kim nodded in agreement as she pulled her mousy hair back into a low ponytail, glancing around the open room.<br><br>“They have plenty of people here..why the hell do they need us?”<br><br>“To boost morale with our lovely faces?” Aly smirked, reaching over the table and pulling over one of the individual blades. The two other girls giggled, doing the same, and thus a soft whispering of girlish gossip began as they polished the blade thoroughly, but perhaps not as quickly as they potentially could. Gossip tended to hinder the ability to concentrate…especially when the topic focused upon was to see if there were any handsome men in the building. Jane had always been openly fixated upon older men. The group of mothers in Mrs. Hughes’ book club speculated it was because Jane’s mother was one of those “whisked away” women..Having arrived with her own mother right before Jane was born, claiming her husband worked back in London..But after no such husband had ever made an appearance, the whispers were that Ms. Leeson had gotten pregnant out of wedlock and had been whisked away to the countryside to avoid embarrassment for either family. Thus, it was settled that Jane must be yearning for a man in her life to fill that void…<br><br>But Alyson had a father. He was serving in France now, but before then he had been home quite often..They weren’t particularly close, but he had still been present throughout her life…So why was she so secretly intrigued by older men? There was no empty hole in her life to fill…but the men Aly had quietly attracted to were not those she suspected could take care of her. They were the ones who looked shyly over their glasses towards her, admiring her from a distance…The ones whom occasionally managed to muster up enough courage to say that she was lovely or bestow some other compliment…Nearly cowering in her presence, as if she was some sort of royalty! Perhaps…perhaps it was the power she felt, a little surge…a rush of euphoria that coursed through her, that made her so uninterested in the confident young jocks her age that openly courted her. The shyness, the need in the eyes of the men older than her…<br><br>It was absolutely delightful.<br><br>Standing up, Aly carried the propeller blade over to the bin and bent over to place it inside. The long jacket doing nothing at all to cover up the way her skirt lifted slightly as she leaned down…<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 05:31:53</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Donald watched as these young volunteers were given their tasks, sighing.&nbsp; As the supervisor, he now had to oversee their work, no matter how unimportant it may seem.&nbsp; Nothing could be out of specs; each plane must be built right, or a brave RAP pilot will pay with his life.&nbsp; Why the politicians risked quality by allowing novices in to help was beyond his understanding.&nbsp; But they were here, and he had to make the most of it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;But he did not make his rounds right away.&nbsp; He had to ensure his real workers were attentive to detail as they performed their repetitive tasks.&nbsp; He marvels how it worked: bit and pieced laid out on one end become the frame for a wing, or the instrument panel for the cockpit, or the propeller hub and blades.&nbsp; These larger parts are then taken to another location where the Spitfire is constructed and ready for battle.&nbsp; Theirs was an important task, and he was the quality control superintendent ...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Donald looked over the factory floor, a maze of busy activity.&nbsp; The infusion of these young ladies changed the landscape a bit ... it seemed that their was more talking than normal.&nbsp; Again, he sighed ... this is how it will be for the foreseeable future.&nbsp; His attention was drawn to the propeller line ... a cluster of girls were looking around and giggling.&nbsp; Typical behavior for ones so young, but Donald had to make sure they were doing the job properly.&nbsp; One rough edge could throw off it rotation ... and the plane might end up in the Channel.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He made his way over, ready to assert his authority.&nbsp; Donald was not a mean man, but he had to impress them with the need for vigilance in their volunteer duties.&nbsp; He approached and prepared to launch into his lecture.&nbsp; "Ladies!&nbsp; Please be sure that ..."&nbsp; Donald stopped in mid sentence.&nbsp; One of the girls who had her back to him turned at the sound of his voice ... and she was ... beautiful!&nbsp; He felt his cheeks warm at the sight of her, an involuntary reaction to her presence.&nbsp; He lost his thoughts ... felt a shiver run through him.&nbsp; He tried to regain his composure ... smiling and shuffling a bit.&nbsp; "Umm ... ladies ..."&nbsp; He smiled, "Thank you for your service!"&nbsp; Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, wondering what had just happened.&nbsp; He did not understand ... she simply took his breath away.&nbsp; He walked outside and had a cigarette ... "<em>What the hell had just happened</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 05:18:21</strong>
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				She hadn’t made a face…She had simply turned around.<br><br>Had she given him a look?<br><br>She had only smiled!<br><br>And yet…the man before her instantly seemed to withdrawal beneath a pale pink blush. He smiled, almost boyishly as he shuffled about for a moment, uncertain of what he was going to say. He seemed rather taken aback, this sharply dressed older gentleman who clearly had had something on his mind before…<br><br>Alyson tilted her head slightly, watching the man quickly walk off. Kim and Jane watched as well, all three girls with curious eyes, silent for a moment as they returned to their work…Until Jane piped up, “the hell was that about?”<br><br>Aly shrugged , glancing over her shoulder as she ran her fingers across the thick plaid polishing cloth. He had gone off rather quickly…His eyes had been wide, as if he had seen a ghost or something else of supernatural proportions…“Dunno, I suppose he was just saying…thank you?” The incident had driven all three girls to their thoughts, allowing several blades to be polished in silence before Aly finally stood up and walked towards the rest area to search for a water fountain. On the way, she untied the bows around her long braids, tugging at her pretty blonde strands, fluffing them out until her thick waves cascaded down towards her mid back. The break room was tiny, with a little table and fold up chairs…a small fridge and an even smaller water fountain. Aly sighed a bit, brushing her hair away from her face as she puckered her pink lips and leaned down to drink from the meager stream of icy water, some of which sputtered against her white blouse....
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 06:11:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; Donald smoked a second cigarette.&nbsp; He was about to reenter the factory when Eddy Blaire joined him, lighting up.&nbsp; "Eh, Donny ... not a bad addition, I'd say!"&nbsp; He took a drag, looking for confirmation.&nbsp; Donald smiled and nodded, his comment causing images of that ... girl ... to flood back into his mind.&nbsp; Eddy was a skirt chaser, and Donald did not want to get into this conversation.&nbsp; "Wouldn't mind poppin' a few young cherries ..."&nbsp; Donald held up his hand, "Eddy ... I'm needed on the floor."&nbsp; He did not wait for his response.<br><br>&nbsp; Once he made his way to the quality control table, he found himself looking for her.&nbsp; Mostly to be able to avoid her ... and partly to ... see her.&nbsp; He still did not know what had happened, only that she was so beautiful ... stunningly so.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; "Yes, Jackie ... make sure those bolts are really tight." <br><br>&nbsp; His eyes continued to scan the factory floor, but it was so crowded.&nbsp; He thought he saw her walking towards the rest area, but he was mistaken.&nbsp; This girl had long flowing hair; the other had her hair pulled back.&nbsp; As she leaned over to drink, he saw her pull her hair out of the way ...<br><br>&nbsp; "<em>Bloody hell</em> ... that won't do!"&nbsp; Donald headed her way ... she can't wear her hair that way.&nbsp; She'll get it caught up in a machine and that will be the end of it.&nbsp; This was why Donald did not welcome this group of young volunteers ...<br><br>&nbsp; He approached her from behind and stood to the side of her.&nbsp; "Excuse me, young lady ... but I need a word with you.&nbsp; It's about your hair ..."&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:38:42</strong>
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				The water tasted a bit metallic..though that was to be expected. Having closed her eyes in a moment of relaxation, Aly had not seen the man approach. She stood up straight, hearing his voice again, bringing her hand to her mouth to covered the droplets of water that had spilled down her lips. She smiled kindly behind her palm, though a curious light glimmered in her eyes for more than just his comment…This was the same man who had dashed off so quickly after she had first seen him…<br><br>“Oh I’m sorry, I had just taken it down for a moment”<br><br>Still smiling, Aly rubbed the back of her hand against her lips to smooth away any remaining water. “I was going to braid it again before going back” The man before her was quite handsome, quite endearing with his seemingly poised approach; though there was a shyness about him..One that made his feet turn slightly inward when he stood before her….
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				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 14:21:23</strong>
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				&nbsp; Donald was prepared to give her his safety speech, complete with unfortunate examples.&nbsp; But when she stood up to face him, that warm glow returned to his cheeks.&nbsp; It was <em>her</em> ... the girl who so distracted him before.&nbsp; He felt his heart racing as he looked into her beautiful eyes ... so innocent and alluring.&nbsp; Her whole countenance was so perfect, and he had not yet considered her body.&nbsp; The affect she had upon him was unsettling ...<br><br>&nbsp; But he needed to deal with it, if he was to serve as supervisor ... and keep her safe and productive.&nbsp; He swallowed and cleared his throat, nervously smiling.&nbsp; "Well ... I don't want you to ... that ... that's fine.&nbsp; Thank you."&nbsp; This will not do ... he chided himself for the idiot he sounded like.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, and smiled more deliberately.&nbsp; Extending his hand towards her, he introduced himself.&nbsp; "Hello, young lady.&nbsp; I am Mr. Prescott ... I supervise the floor, ensuring safety and quality."&nbsp; Donald had found solid footing ... his verbal resume, which he recites to all visiting government officials.&nbsp; If he could get through meeting Mr. Churchill, then this lovely lass should not prove difficult.&nbsp; Or so he tried to convince himself ...
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				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 00:04:26</strong>
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				Aly couldn’t help but smile as she noticed the blush returning to his cheeks. There were plenty of women in the factory it seemed, was he so shy around them as well? As he spoke, she gathered her hair to lay over her shoulder, starting to braid those long blonde locks into a single plait as she listened, a pretty smile lingering upon her moist lips. <br><br>When his hand extended, she looped one of the little ribbons around the end of her braid and extended her own hand to place within his. “Hello Mr. Prescott, my name is Alyson Hughes..I attend Wyedean Academy…” She glanced down to her uniform, laughing “Obviously.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 04:42:16</strong>
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				&nbsp; Donald could not but notice her every move, as though something important was about to happen.&nbsp; She had a grace about her ... fluid movement when doing something as simple as braiding her hair.&nbsp; And what golden hair she had!&nbsp; It made him nervous that he wanted to run his hands through it ... it was those impulses that shook him.&nbsp; She was a school girl, and he ... well ... he could be her father.&nbsp; And yet he felt such an attraction to her ...<br><br>&nbsp; When she placed her hand in his, he slightly trembled ... her warm flesh, Oh how exquisite!&nbsp; He hoped she had not&nbsp; noticed.&nbsp; He smiled, "It's very nice to meet you, Alyson ... very nice."&nbsp; Why did he add that?&nbsp; "Ah yes ... all of you girls are from Wyedean Academy."&nbsp; He started to back away, "Well .. I better ... we better ... get back ..."&nbsp; He smiled again and then turned and left ... he needed another cigarette to calm him down again ...
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				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 17:29:30</strong>
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				His nervousness was unfortunately quite noticeable to someone like Aly, who thrived off of the shyness of men in her presence. She hadn’t thought properly about whether he was nervous because he was attracted to her, or because he was simply not good at speaking to new people, but regardless, her thumb had gently caressed over the top of his hand before withdrawing. <br><br>“Have a nice day, Mr. Prescott…” She smiled, watching his leave before returning to her giggling friends whom had observed the entire ordeal. Throughout the rest of their two hours there, they accomplished quite a bit, but considering it was Friday, the rest of the workers got off when the girls went home..so no longer were there restrictions on chatting, and many of the girls were hounded by whistles and not-so-subtle comments as they left. Alyson was no different, but she managed to slip out before anyone else so that she might fix her bike chain that had loosened when her professor had set it down earlier. Leaning over as she adjusted it, a small drop of rain was felt on her shoulder.<br><br>“Oh…perfect, just perfect..” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 05:52:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; It took two more cigarettes before Donald felt composed enough to return to the floor.&nbsp; He hadn't accomplished, nor was the rest of the afternoon very productive.&nbsp; He kept looking at Miss Hughes and wondering what they were laughing at ... he had a good idea, and it embarrassed him all over again.&nbsp; He was glad when the day was done, and that it was Friday.&nbsp; He had to wait until all others had departed before he could leave ...<br><br>&nbsp; He stepped out into the late afternoon, and a rain shower.&nbsp; "Bloody luck!" he muttered stepping back under the protective overhang above the factory door.&nbsp; The clouds looked threatening.&nbsp; He took out another cigarette when he saw one of the girls struggling with her bicycle ... getting soaking wet.&nbsp; "Foolish girl!"&nbsp; Donald looked around, finding a tarp that would do ... he tossed it over his head and ran towards the girl.&nbsp; Draping it over her, he yelled over the thunder, "COME ON!&nbsp; YOU'LL CATCH YOUR DEATH OUT HERE!"&nbsp; He helped her up and ran with her back towards the factory ...<br><br>&nbsp; When they made it ... the rain picked up in its intensity ... he tossed the tarp to his right away from her and onto a wood pile.&nbsp; "That's better!&nbsp; We'll wait until the storm subsides ... what were you thin ..."&nbsp; Donald had turned back towards her and stopped in mid-sentence.&nbsp; For the third time today ... he was face to face with Miss Hughes ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Parfait</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:20:12</strong>
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				Aly had been so caught up with trying to fix her chain that she hadn’t heard the man running up behind her…so needless to say, she was rather surprised to find a tarp suddenly thrown over her head. Gasping, she squirmed around and tried to fight back immediately..until she heard his voice..Instantly, she recognized him.<br><br>For some reason, a smile instantly blossomed…<br><br>She calmed down and ran in the direction she was guided, calmly wringing out her hair when they reached the inside. Casually, she smoothed her damp skirt, her uniform clinging more tightly to her lean figure than before.<br><br>“I was thinking that my Mum is going to have to wait a bit longer for me to come home than usual..” She smiled, glancing up to the supervisor before looking out the window. “You don’t have to wait with me..I don’t wish to be a bother…” Her pretty blue-green eyes glanced over to him again, observing his building nervousness, trying to detect its source…
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Vision of Youth (KTH x Parfait)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 06:33:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; He, at last, did not blush in her presence, but he was still nervous.&nbsp; Donald allowed himself a moment to observe how truly lovely she was, even with her dripping hair.&nbsp; Her eyes were such a pretty azure, and he felt himself lost in them.&nbsp; And for the first time, while she was tried to smooth her clothes, he noticed her body, its curves more evident by her clinging dress.&nbsp; "<em>She is so perfect</em>," he concluded, satisfied that that explains his reaction ...<br><br>&nbsp; "Absolutely not, Miss Hughes.&nbsp; It is no problem for me to keep you company while you wait for your mother."&nbsp; He smiled, feeling more comfortable after finally completing a coherent sentence in her presence.&nbsp; Donald looked out the window at the pouring rain, a diversion to try to calm his nerves.&nbsp; "<em>Why am I acting like a silly school boy with a crush?</em>" he chided himself, reminding himself that she was still a young girl.&nbsp; And he was a married man ...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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