The Enslavement of Holly (Arion and Gail Warning)
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				Title: <strong>The Enslavement of Holly (Arion and Gail Warning)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arion</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 00:21:34</strong>
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				"Damn damn damn," Morgan muttered under his breath as he hit yet another red light. It seemed that Murphy's law was in full effect for him today, as he'd encountered one mishap after another. He'd awakened feeling like he had a hang-over, though he hadn't had anything to drink the night before. He'd missed the first three time the Chestertons had called as he stood in the shower. Then, when he'd finally gotten the call, he'd rushed out to his car only to find his battery dead. And his gas tank almost empty. Finally, to top it all off, now that he'd made it onto the road, Morgan had managed to hit every last light between his apartment over the bookstore and their house in the more up-scale part of town.<br><br>Going to be a long day, he thought mirthlessly.<br><br>His family had been friends with the Chestertons for years, ever since his father had started working at one of their garages; Chesterton Autoworks was a small chain but highly successful. His father had risen through the ranks to become manager in the span of a year, and that meant getting himself and his family invited to the parties the Chestertons had thrown; at least, the ones they had thrown until Bill, the family patriarch, had developed an inoperable tumor that was slowly killing him.<br><br>Morgan shuddered at the thought of how the man looked now, how wasted away his body was. Such a contrast from the big, jovial man he'd been before. Bill bore it with as much good humor as he could muster though. He'd has a bit of a morbid sense of humor anyways.<br><br>At least, that's how he appeared to other people; Morgan had heard rumors that in private he was cold hearted and mean, taking his frustration out on his family. Some said he beat is wife, Tina, who was about the nicest woman you could ever hope to meet. Some said he beat his daughter as well...<br><br>Ah, his daughter. Holly was one of the most attractive girls Morgan had ever seen, bar none.&nbsp; He would have long since asked her out, had she not been 18 and 13 years younger than himself. Besides, he thought ruefully, a girl as pretty as that wouldn't want anything to do with some slob like him. At least, he thought he wasn't that attractive. Some of his friends told him otherwise.<br><br>He was supposed to have been at the Chestertons an hour ago; once they'd discovered he was a bit of a handyman they'd called him first whenever anything needed fixing, which was the reason behind their call this morning. Holly was supposed to let him in, then had something to do in town. That they trusted him alone in their house spoke volumes for how close their friendship had grown.<br><br>Finally, after another fifteen minutes of traffic, Morgan pulled into their wide driveway and leaped out of his car, taking his belt of tools and bag of equipment and heading for the front door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Enslavement of Holly (Arion and Gail Warning)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gail Warning</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 21:13:06</strong>
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				Holly was in her room when the door bell sounded. She was slipping on her cashmere cardigan, pulling her long auburn hair from the collar. She held it free of the neckline then let it cascade down her back. She smiled at the sound of the bell, knowing it would be Morgan.<br><br>He was always eager to help her family, sometimes too eager Holly thought. However, today she was glad that he was there. She awoke that morning to find that none of the power sockets worked in her room, although a quick check found that the electrics were working in the rest of the house. It was a real inconvenience for her, needing to use the guest room to get ready. Most annoying was the fact she couldn't check her email in private.<br><br>She skipped down the stairs and opened the door. "Hi Morgan...Thanks for coming over so quickly.". She watched the expression on Morgan's face. He looked at her like a puppy, but then most men did. Holly was well aware that he had feelings for her, but he was much too old and his family had always worked for hers. Although she wasn't a total snob there was an air of superiority about her.<br><br>Morgan always felt a little flustered when he was with Holly. "H..Hello Holly..I got the message..something about the power not working in one part of the house?". "That's right.." replied Holly as she turned round and lead Morgan in to the entrance hall. He watched the girl's athletic body move effortlessly in front of him. His gaze became fixed on Holly's tight rounded bottom, encased in tight cotton pants.<br><br>Morgan quickly averted his gaze as Holly stopped and spun round. "It's my bedroom..the rest of the house is fine, but none of the power points work in my room.". Morgan nodded "Er..OK..Sounds like a loose connection somewhere..I'll take a look.". "Excellent!" beamed Holly. "I need to run some errands in town, so you will have the place to your self for the next few hours. Mom is at the hospital with Father and doesn't expect to be home until late this afternoon." With that Holly walked out in to the driveway.<br><br>Morgan went to the door and waved as Holly drove down the log driveway and out on to the road. Once she disappeared he stood alone, the only sound was the birds in the garden. He cursed to himself as he made his way up the stairs, "Why do I aways act like an idiot around her?".
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