Day by Day (tcost&Petra)
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				Title: <strong>Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 00:21:42</strong>
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				Lydia Samson rode in the cities finest taxi service to her new home, it was a bright Saturday evening, and she was off of classes for the day. She was a bit scared, it was a big move for her to leave her home, and stay with a stranger, a strange man, no less. Her Mother's Boss had a son and he apparently needed a maid. Lydia needed a paycheck to pay for college expenses, and her mom had handed her the job, with a "don't screw this up," comment. She sighed at the memory. Her mom wasn't mean, just very brash to everyone around her. <br><br>"Miss, here is your stop," she heard from the front of the cab. Lydia looked up, a bit startled and handed up the money for the ride before getting out and hoisting her bags from the trunk with the nice man's help. She smiled at him, her eyes green for the moment. They changed colors with her moods, green, most of the time, for when she was happy, but blue when she was angry. The icy color they became shocked people who knew her, though it was rare that others saw it. Her demeanor was normally cool, and collected. <br><br>She sighed, coming from her thoughts with a start as the taxi drover pulled off. She pulled what luggage she could to the door of the apartment, grateful when a nice man from the street helped her with the last bag. She took the bag from him once inside, holding one duffel on each shoulder, and a rolling bag in each hand, walking into the lobby to ask for a room number. <br><br>"Um...What room is Mr. Wentworth in, Ma'am?" She looked down at her feet as the woman smiled at her, seeming to expect her. <br><br>"515, Miss. Just take the elevator to the fifth floor and the signs should guide you. Would you like a luggage rack?" Lydia nodded, placing the bags on the wheeling cart, but refusing assistance. She took the elevator, watching her feet as the men and women climbed off at their own stops, and she got off herself at the fifth floor. Lydia indeed followed the signs to room 515, and knocked at the door quietly, waiting for the occupant to open the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 09:31:11</strong>
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				Ryan Gregory Wentworth looked up from his seat at the computer when he heard the door chime.&nbsp; Even as he glanced at the clock on the cable box, he rose from his chair.&nbsp; From what his father had told him, this must be Lydia.<br><br>He was dressed nicely to meet her.&nbsp; His father had spoken of Lydia's mother often over the years and seemed to consider the woman a friend as well as an employee.&nbsp; Ryan meant to honor that and to tread Lydia well, perhaps better than he might have otherwise.&nbsp; <br><br>He was wearing a long-sleeved pullover sweater, a chocolate brown in color, above dark brown cords and a light yellow dress shirt.&nbsp; Socks and running shoes covered his feet, though he usually went about the apartment in his stocking feet.&nbsp; Everything was clean and neat and in place;&nbsp; he had spent four hours over the course of yesterday and today making sure that everything was in good condition for Lydia's arrival.<br><br>Opening the door, he smiled at once.&nbsp; If this was Lydia -- and with all the luggage, she must be -- she was very pretty.&nbsp; Those green eyes were striking.<br><br>"Welcome," he said, "I'm Ryan Wentworth.&nbsp; You must be Lydia?&nbsp; Please, come in, and let me help you with that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 16:31:56</strong>
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				Lydia put on a smile as the door opened, her eyes going a bit wide at the sight of the man. He was very well-kept, and she wondered, as she looked about the room, why he would need a maid. She wiped her palm on her knit black travelling pants, pushing back the sleeve of her long sleeved green top, and shouldered her bag. She held a hand out to Ryan. <br><br>"I'm Lydia Samson, pleasure to meet you." She nodded, hoisting her bags higher, despite his gesture of help, "It's okay. I have them. Um...If you could show me to the room where I will be staying, I'd be grateful. And show me around, tell me what you'd like for me to do while I'm here."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 11:11:57</strong>
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				Ryan took her hand at once;&nbsp; his palm was warm and dry, his grip neither too weak nor too strong.&nbsp; "The pleasure is mine," he said, smiling even more, finding himself much more delighted than he had expected.<br><br>Frankly, this girl was a fox of the first order, and he was going to have trouble leaving her alone.&nbsp; But he wasn't about to take advantage of her.&nbsp; "Of course I'll show you to your room.&nbsp; But I hope that you aren't insisting on carrying everything just because I'm the person you're going to be serving.&nbsp; I'd offer to help anyone coming in here with a load like that, you know."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 23:28:27</strong>
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				Lydia nodded at his words, and handed a few of the bags over. She stepped closer, and looked once more about the spacious room. "Um...May I ask one thing? I don't mean to be rude, but your house is so clean, why do you need me?" She followed him to her room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 14:09:16</strong>
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				"While I'm happy to have you here, this arrangement wasn't my idea, Lydia," Ryan explained, closing the door and accepting the luggage. "Now, I cleaned up particularly this morning largely because you were coming.&nbsp; I don't mind at all having someone else to do this all for me, it saves me time and lets me focus more on other things, including my studies.&nbsp; And partly I didn't want you thinking that I am the slob that I really can be.&nbsp; I suppose that I don't really need you, in that sense, but you are a wonderful luxury.&nbsp; And maybe some company too, eh?"<br><br>He led her over to what used to be his guest room, where the bags were set down.&nbsp; "I can give you the Cook's tour right now, or you can unpack, as you prefer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 19:33:06</strong>
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				Lydia blinked, a little confused at first, but coming to understand her situation more. "Um...Yes, I suppose I can be company for you...though I don't know if I will be well suited for your entertainment. I have classes, so I will work around that schedule." She walked with him, setting her bags down in the room. <br><br>"Could you give me the tour first, and explain my duties? I'll unpack after that, if that is okay with you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 10:00:34</strong>
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				Beginning with the kitchen, Ryan showed Lydia the entire apartment.&nbsp; By design, he took her through the living room next, and then the bathroom, and into his own bedroom last, taking a seat on the foot of the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>"There's a laundry room on this floor," he said, "and I've had an extra key made for you."&nbsp; Fishing a key chain out of his pocket, he told her, "And keys for everyplace in the apartment, too.&nbsp; Try to do the laundry about once a week;&nbsp; as long as I have plenty of clean clothes, you can set that schedule as you prefer.&nbsp; Ditto for things like vaccuuming and mopping the floors, and cleaning the windows.&nbsp; At least at first we should go shopping together, maybe we can do that later on today."<br><br>Patting the space next to him, he went on.&nbsp; "The only thing that I'm particular about is cooking.&nbsp; Except when I let you know otherwise, I'll want breakfast every morning and dinner every evening, while normally I'll have lunch on my own."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 05:03:43</strong>
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				Lydia walked with him through each room, listening intently, though not saying much. She loved the rooms, and the decorations of the apartment, and stopped with him as he entered his own room. She took the keys from him, reminding herself to keep up with them, and add them to her own ring. She nodded at his suggestions, trying to work out a schedule in her head of her classes and when to fulfill her job. "Okay."<br><br>"Um...I'm a very good cook. I...wouldn't mind it if we could go shopping, so you can show me what you like, and the foods you cannot eat." She noted his breakfast and dinner schedule, sighing as it was perfect with her own. She normally ate lunch at the college, making a pack with left overs and things of that nature. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 10:41:28</strong>
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				"There will be occasional things such as mending that I'll ask you to do for me, maybe running errands.&nbsp; But there's one thing that I need to ask you about."<br><br>He breathed in through his nostrils, and expelled the air back out them again.&nbsp; "You're a beautiful and attractive girl, and having you around my apartment is going to be, well, lively for my state of being," he said very awkwardly, trying to explain without being graphic or offensive.&nbsp; "Now, my expectation is that I should keep hands off.&nbsp; But if I'm wrong about that, by all means please tell me."<br><br>There was a reason, after all, why he'd ended this tour with them both sitting on the edge of his bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 22:50:11</strong>
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				Lydia nodded, noting to herself that mending and errands would be asked. She was capable of both, and accepted the tasks. To the next thing he said, she started. "I-I don't know..." He was a very handsome man, and quiet nice. And he made her feel...weird. "I d-don't have anyone, b-but I...I just don't know how to answer that. I mean..." She stuttered through before lowering her eyes. "I wouldn't tell you to keep your hands off."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 12:08:40</strong>
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				"Well," he said, smiling because he couldn't help it, "I have to admit that that was the answer I wanted to hear."<br><br>She seemed a bit overwhelmed, and besides this was worth doing right, so he began carefully, slowly, and put one hand gently atop one of hers.&nbsp; "There are bound to be times when one of us is less than fully dressed, both in the same apartment, and this way neither one of us will need to worry about being too careful.&nbsp; And I know for sure, speaking for myself, that I will have the impulse to touch you.&nbsp; Most likely very often.&nbsp; I could resist that, but I'd much rather not."<br><br>Using his other hand, he carefully laid it along side her face, and brushed her hair back softly.&nbsp; He leaned closer to her, and slowly sought her lips with his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 23:11:34</strong>
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				Lydia looked down at his hand as it covered her own, fighting the urge to pull back, though the urge was not as strong as she usually found it to be. She looked at him, nodding, knowing that as his maid he was bound to try to kiss her, though she wasn't sure how she felt. She had had no lover in many months, and didn't think herself to be that appealing. <br><br>"I-I... Well...--" She let the sentence drop as he moved closer to her, her eyes fluttering shut as he moved into her space. Her head pulled back, though he just kept coming closer, until his lips touched hers, a whisper light meeting of flesh. She gasped, breath shuddering lightly out against her lips as she moved into him, her flesh pressing close to his, moving slowly and gently in a sweet kiss before she pulled back, looking at his a bit shaken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 07:09:56</strong>
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				Ryan let his breath out in a slow, nearly silent gasp, and smiled at Lydia.&nbsp; He let her have a moment to collect herself.<br><br>"You seemed to like that," he essayed, "and I certainly did.&nbsp; But I do not mean to take you for granted in any way.&nbsp; If ever, if&nbsp; -ever- you have the least reluctance to do this kind of thing, you must tell me.&nbsp; And by the same token, if ever you need my attention, I will be depending on you to tell me.&nbsp; If we're going to be close, that part of our relationship has to be as equals."<br><br>He squeezed her hand, which he still held, gently.&nbsp; "We can stop here if you like.&nbsp; But if it is up to me, I want more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 04:39:34</strong>
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				Lydia breathed through her open mouth as she watched him, uncertain of what had happened to her normally calm body. She watched his lips, her thoughts not really on his words, but on their shape, taste, and, to her embarrassment, she thought of just how they could please her. <br><br>"Um...I-I..well.." She wiggled on the bed, though the movement was neither to lose or gain closeness to him. "I..don't know...but I guess I wouldn't...dislike...being with you..." She looked up at him through her lashes, leaning int to kiss his waiting mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 07:47:27</strong>
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				<em>I guess not!</em> Ryan thought as Lydia leaned in to kiss <em>him</em>.&nbsp; This was an entirely agreeable situation for him;&nbsp; he released her hand in order to put his arms around her as they continued to kiss.<br><br>His pulse sped up, and he found himself stiffening.&nbsp; He slipped his tongue between her lips and sought out hers.&nbsp; This was going to be great.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:53:22</strong>
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				Lydia whimpered as she felt his tongue against her lips, and her hands fisted on his thighs as she leaned forward, moving into him. She groaned, kissing his sweet mouth faster, her thoughts scrambled. She tilted her head to the right, almost overbalancing into his hard body as his arms pulled her closer, her hands sliding, the curve of her thumbs catching his body where his torso met his thighs. She gasped aloud at his heat, the backs of her hands feeling his size. Her eyes flew open and looked at him, her hands pulling back, resting under her breasts quickly. "I-i I am so sorry.." She blushed, and looked down and the bedspread, "I don't know...what came into me.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 01:07:34</strong>
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				Taking a breath, Ryan moved his hands a little space away from her body, giving Lydia room if she felt the need for it.&nbsp; A lock of hair had come down into his eyes, but he ignored that, he could see her perfectly well.<br><br>"I do understand what came over you, Lydia, and it came over me too," he said softly, looking into her eyes.&nbsp; He moved one hand so that he could lightly touch her forearm, sliding his fingertips over it for a little way.&nbsp; "There's absolutely nothing to be sorry for.&nbsp; I could see from the moment that I laid eyes on you that you were a beautiful woman, but now I can see that you are a sensitive one too.&nbsp; It's no wonder that I want to make love to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Day by Day (tcost&amp;Petra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petra</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 04:44:12</strong>
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