The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape)
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				Title: <strong>The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 21:02:10</strong>
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				There is a quote from a movie that Reginold saw a long time ago, it says there are a 8 million stories in the naked city. Now Reginold had not kept count of such things, but having wandered the streets as long as he had, he could believe it. The city did tell a lot of stories, most of them went unnoticed by the people walking around. Reginold had always had a talent for hearing the stories that others missed or ignored. Reginold was a man of many talents and most of them strange. <br><br>It was a cool evening for the time of year. The spring had come on fast and all the snow was now gone, but on this night a mild chill had returned. He always traveled with his coat regardless but on this night when the wind whipped through the buildings he held it close to him. For hours he simply walked the streets not sure of his destination. He had been wandering for a few days now following his instincts. He knew the next chapter of his life would be unfolding soon, but he was just not sure where. <br><br>He turned on 8th street on the south side of town. This was a faded neighborhood where half the buildings were empty and the corners saw a steady traffic of drug trade and sex for money. Reginold was not interested in either but yet this street seemed to call to him. He had walked down it every night for the last week, ever since Eleanor had left. He took his time passing run down apartment buildings and stores with their doors locked up tight. <br><br>He paused at the faded sign of the Admiral. It was a strip club that at one time been a high class joint, but like the neighborhood it was faded now. The sigh was lit on in neon green but the "m" had faded away. He considered going in, he had thought about it last night as well. He even made his way to the door and then something inside of him pulled to the left. His strange eyes looked to the alley way and he started to make his way there. He thought he heard sounds of distress but he could not be sure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 02:58:58</strong>
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				Shannon hated what had become of her. She had once been a vivacious young woman with the world at her feet. Just ten months earlier she had been a college student, a sorority girl even. Good grades, a hundred friends, nice clothes, a steady boyfriend and a hundred friends. She had been the envy of all. Long blond hair, bright blue eyes, beautiful face and perfect body. Large perky breasts, nice round ass, small waist and lovely long legs.<br><br>She took it all for granted. She had been banging one of her professors. One day while bent over his desk the janitor had seen and took pictures with his phone. After she left he offered to delete the pictures for a sum of money or he would share the pics. She paid him and he still printed the pictures. The professors identity was protected but she was ruined. She ran away to the city to escape the shame. Things were not so easy here she found out.<br><br>Now here she is jacking off a regular at the club while he gropes her breasts and chokes her with his tongue. He thankfully breaks the kiss and releases her breasts. He moans loudly and grabs her hair dragging her head down to his lap. "Suck it bitch! You want that twenty you have to work for it." He growls out to her. She struggles and he yanks her up and slaps her across the face. She sees stars and is stunned for a moment. She releases his shaft. "You stupid cunt!" She hears him say before he takes over. She is very confused as he drags her back to his lap releasing his load all over her face. He laughs as he pushes her out of the car with his foot. He throws her purse at her, closes the door and speeds off. She screams at the car and then goes into her purse grabbing out some Kleenex. She wipes her face off and then realizes she is covered in mud. She did not get the money she needed for her fix. Her face and body ache and she is covered in mud. Scared, angry and utterly devastated she drops her face in her hands and starts to cry. She does not even notice the man entering the alley.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 07:38:28</strong>
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				When Reginold stepped into the alley and saw the car, he knew what was going on. Even if he did not have a gift for sensing human emotions he would have been able to figure it out. A broken down car in park with the engine running in some dirty alley next to a strip club could only mean one thing. Perhaps this was the event he had been drawn to, but then again perhaps this was just a typical night for the alley next to the Admiral. He stood very still and waited. <br><br>He heard the tail end of the exchange between the woman and her mark. He stood very still as the car speed off. If the driver could see Reginold he did not act out of concern. The car sped off inches from Reginolds left side yet the man did not dive out of the way. Instead he slowly waited for the the car to pass then walked up to the girl. <br><br>She smelled of sweat and sex. She was covered in filth, layers of it starting with her cheap make-up and ending in the grime of the city. There were other elements of humanity that radiated from her. Reginold could taste her desperation and sadness. The salt of her tears could be felt on the tip of his tongue. She was nearly all the way broken but their was a light buried deep that intrigued him. This was how he saw people, all their complexities were plain to him. <br><br>Reginold now knew why he had walked down 8th street. It was to meet this girl. He did not say a word but pulled out a handkerchief from his back pocket. He simply handed it to her, his hands seemed delicate as they handed her the elegant piece of cloth. Most of his body was covered in his hooded coat but his skin was a lovely tan and his eyes were a pale purple. He wore a strange smile, a knowing grin.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 01:11:31</strong>
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				She takes notice of him as he offers the kerchief. She wipes her face and sucks in a breath in an attempt to stop the sobbing. It takes great effort but she stands. She pulls down on the bottom of her skin tight mini dress. She also pulls up on the top to keep her breasts from spilling out.<br><br>"Thank you for the handkerchief. If you are looking for some kind of repayment the shop is closed." She lightly touches the cheek and winces a little. She drops her hand and looks at him. Her large blue eyes are a little watery and sad emptiness lies there. Cleaning the dirt and such away from her face she has an even complexion and she is young.<br><br>She bends down retrieving her purse and tries to wipe off the lost cause. She gets her car keys from it. She takes two steps and the stars reappear. She stops and leans against the wall.<br><br>"Better luck next time. Rachel about two blocks north will treat you real nice if you tell her Shay sent you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 07:00:08</strong>
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				Reginold has a way of watching people without really looking at them. Without a stare or any other sign of direct attention he stands nearby and just absorbs what is going around him. He has been told it creeps some people out, but Reginold could not change the way he was. He took in everything the woman was doing. Could sense she was failing at making herself presentable. Her sadness and emptiness crash against him like waves on the rocks. <br><br>When she starts to lean against the wall he moves with surprising grace. He is right next to her making sure she does not fall, his breathing having increased a bit. He knows he can not let this woman walk out of his life. He knows he was meant to be here. He speaks softly but his tone is firm. "I am taking you somewhere to clean you up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 00:50:46</strong>
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				She turns to him. "No, no I have had quite enough help for one night. I am going home to shower, call out of work for the next few days and then I have someone I need to see. I can take care of myself, but thank you for the offer." She has no intention of going home, she has no idea where she will go. She is done.<br><br>"People down here are down here for one reason or another and it is not sight seeing. I can help you find what you are looking for if you level with me." She leans her back against the wall waiting for the stars to disappear, her stomach to settle down and her vision to become clear. She looks at the pale purple eyes&nbsp; for a moment and then looks away. She tries to wear a very hard exterior that does not quite fit her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 17:22:48</strong>
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				He watched her stumble down the alley. He casually moved with her, it was not hard to keep up. He heard her talking but did not listen with great intent. He knew she did not mean to go home now. If she ever made it home at all it would be after she had gone to oblivion and back. She shambled forward like a human who had nothing left in them. Just a human husk, one of many in this city. Yet Reginold knew there was something left in her, he could feel it. He would not waste his time on just a husk. <br><br>With grace and speed that betrayed any pretense of normalcy he slipped in front of her. He blocked her way and caught her eyes with his. "Listen to me. You walk down this alley without me and there is nothing left for you. You come with me, I will clean you up and make you turn around your life. It is me or oblivion, make your choice." His voice had a hypnotic quality to it. If he wanted to he could command her to go with him. He might have to, but he was pretty sure this would be enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:10:54</strong>
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				When he appears in front of her she blinks. She does not question it much she is no shape to judge what is normal and what is not. She opens her mouth to spout off some smart ass comment but then she closes it. She swallows hard as she thinks his words over. He was right. It is that simple. She planned to shower, go to her dealer's house to try and work out some deal. She shakes her head a little.<br><br>She shoves a hand through her hair pushing the mud soaked strands from her face. Is this what her life is going to be like? Stripping until she is no longer young enough to do it. Then what? Hooking? For what? To barely scrape by, live in a hovel and keep her habit fed? She wanted so much more. She had more at one point but she squandered it. The inner battle continues plain on her face.<br><br>Suddenly though her eyes flick back to his. Could he be trusted? Is his offer legit? The answers do not come and the answers do not matter. She can continue on as she has until the pain becomes too much and she ends it. She can continue on dancing, then become a hooker and die some other horrible way. If she walked away from him, would she regret it? Even if he is some terrible serial killer he would be doing her a favor in the long run.<br><br>She wipes her muddy hand on her dress and offers it to him. "People call me Shay." The rough exterior is gone. Her voice is light, soft and cultured. "I will go with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 16:44:59</strong>
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				The stranger stood perfectly still as she thought over his offer. His eyes stayed fixed on her. The more he looked at her the more fasitinated he became by her. He knew this feeling, he had it with the others. A threshold was being crossed. While Shay was working through her internal conflict, he was making a choice right now. He could feel himself becoming attached to this woman in a way that most humans could not understand. Soon it would be impossible for him not to fight for her. He would work his hardest to heal her wounds, and for at least part of this process she would hate him for it. For the briefest moments he thought about slipping away, into the in-between, but he stayed. <br><br>He took her hand awkwardly. It was the little human gestures that he always found tricky even after all these years. His smile widened as he saw her shift some of her walls away. Of course the walls would return but for now it was stunning to see a piece of the person that had been hiding behind all that grime, mud and self hate. "They call me Reginold." he said pushing aside the hypnotic qualities of his voice for a moment. His true voice was deep and had age to it. <br><br>Their eyes meet and he savors the moment. Their is an intimacy when two souls really look at each other and it was a shame to waste it. Then he let his voice take on a different quality all together. It was hypnotic and commanding without being unpleasant. If he wanted to he could make people do terrible things with this voice but with Shay he chose his words carefully. "We are going to go now to my house. Do not be afraid of the things you see as we travel. Rest if you want to." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 13:27:09</strong>
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				"It is a pleasure to meet you Reginold." She withdraws her hand. Shay looks about a little breaking the odd meeting of their eyes. She feels so exposed for some reason. Her hands once more arrange her clothing trying to cover more than the fabric allows. Being naked does not bother her but she feels that he can see more than she normally lets people see.<br><br>Her eyes fall on the lighted sign of The Admiral. She will need to call in for work or risk losing her amount of numbers on the main stage. That is where the money is made. She had worked too hard to lose that. She also can't afford to lose that amount of money. She could make money the way other girls do. Many of the regulars pay nicely for the girls company when they close. She had taken this job so she did not have to hook completely. She gives special favors for extra money but she will not have intercourse or oral sex with them.<br><br>His statement pulls her attention back to him. She should be leery of going to his house but something in the way he speaks is calming and convincing. She nods agreeing to his statement. "I do not frighten early. Is it far?" There will be no resting. She is not frightened of him, he has given her no reason to be scared. He is however a stranger still. She is also filthy, she can feel the mud and grime start to cake on her skin as it dries. She will need a good cleaning before she can relax enough for sleep.<br><br>A shiver runs across her form as a slight breeze moves through the alley. The mud had soaked through her dress. She is damp everywhere the dress touches and it starts to cool her skin. "I should probably grab some things I will need from my apartment." She crosses her arms across herself seeking some warmth. Her eyes look about for his vehicle so they can depart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 18:08:50</strong>
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				There are certain truths about the world that most people do not realize. They hide in plain sight waiting to be seen, but most humans do not know where to look. Reginold was mostly human but not human enough to be blind to these elements of reality. One of these unknown truths is that there are places in shadow where one can slip into the in-between. The in-between was a limbo of sorts. When asked once to explain what it was Reginold had simply said it was the thread that kept everything together. <br><br>As Shay frets about her clothes and talks about work, Reginold looks around the alleyway for a spot to slip away. Now that the girl has given consent he does not worry about making conversation. She did not need to talk to her boss because she was not going back to this place. She did not need to go back to her apartment because she was in his care now. Of course she did not understand this and words would be mostly useless at this point. In Reginold's opinion actions always speak louder than words. <br><br>So the tall stranger, now known to be Reginold, with the peculiar purple eyes picked Shay up into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all. He held her close, and allowed little room for protest. He started walking to a dark corner in the alleyway and the two of then slipped away from The Admiral and the filth of the alley. Where they slipped to appeared to be a tunnel. The walls were made of a gray material that seemed to radiate its own gentle light. The cut of the tunnel was not man made, it had a natural feel yet also surreal. Reginold started to make his way forward leaving the mudane world for a moment, though he would return to it shortly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 19:20:14</strong>
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				When he picks her up she is about to protest but he is so warm. Her shivering body actually snuggles up to him seeking his warmth to heat her own body. A contented sigh slips from her as her chilled skin finds comfort and her body relaxes.<br><br>Her head turns this way and that when they enter the tunnel. Her lips part in wonder. She looks from where they come and seeing it had faded away she starts to grasp that something much different than the norm is going on. She tries to wrap her mind around it but fails. <br><br>She looks to his face trying to see him in the low light. The purple eyes capture her attention, fascinating her but she looks past that to see his features. "Who are you and what is this place?" She does not sound scared or even paniced, just curious.
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				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 21:28:17</strong>
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				In the gray dim it was hard to see where the tunnel was leading to. Reginold walked at a quick pace with Shay in his arms. At times it seemed as if he was walking upwards, on occasion he would turn left or right going down some other pathway. The journey almost felt like floating. <br><br>He answered her question with is true voice, for he could tell she was calm despite her strange surroundings. He could feel her steady heartbeat against his chest. "This place is the in-between, and I have already told you who I am." He knew she would want more information but that would be tricky. The parts of him that were not human were old magic. The words that could describe him were mostly lost. <br><br>He turned one more corner and they started to descend down another gray corridor. This time however the gray slowly faded to black, and the ethereal walls took on the shape of brick. Then, as if the In-Between was a dream they were in a hallway lined with old brick. From one end to the other it was not very large at all. A single light bulb from the ceiling filled the widowless hall with light. There was a single door along one wall. It seemed they had arrived. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 22:23:50</strong>
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				She watches the sights change and alter as he makes his way unerringly and confidently along. She is not especially pleased with his response to her query on his identity so she goes quiet. <br><br>The quiet of this place is a welcome change to the noisy bustling city. She hated the sirens in the night, the sounds of arguing on the streets and the occasional gunshot echoing off the buildings. The blinking bright lights are also gone. She prefers the soft dim light this place offers. She sees no others as they move along. Not surprising really. If this place were more well know she would have at least heard of it.<br><br>There is no fear or trepidation as he whisks her away. Her inquisitive eyes move between their surroundings and Reginold. She longs to push back the hood obscuring his features but she does not wish to anger him. In time she is sure all will become quite clear and her curiosities sated. <br><br>Her head turns when they arrive at the door. The door looks so normal in such an abnormal place. She is rather surprised to see it as there are no windows in this place. She swallows a bit wondering what lies beyond that door and how much her life is about to change.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 03:51:44</strong>
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				Reginold walked to the door. He struggled briefly with opening the door while still holding onto Shay. After a moment he manged to get the door open and it swung inwards to warm light. "Here we are," he says as he walks over the threshold with Shaw in his arms. Together they enter into what appears to be the living room of sorts. Their is a fireplace made of the same old brick that lines the walls. Two large chairs were on one side of the room near the wall that had two small, high windows that suggested that the room was in a basement of some sort. Several bookcases were on each wall and their was an entry way that lead to a kitchen. It was a simple room, but welcoming. Everything had age to it, but was not worn down. <br><br>He helped Shay out of his arms and onto her feet. He took his cloak off and hung it on a peg that was on the door. She could see him for the first time now. Aside from his eyes, his features were not strange. He had a strong chin that like the rest of his face was clean shaven. His hair was long and black, slightly wild. He wore a simple leather vest, his body lean but sturdy. His arms were adorned with strange tattoos that appeared to be in a language long forgotten. <br><br>"I would take your coat but you don't have one," he said with a smile, "I think first of all we will get you cleaned up." He started to make his way to the kitchen. Like the living room it was simple and had an antique feel to it. Their were no modern appliances. The most complicated devices were a stove and fridge that looked as if they were made in 1950. Herbs hung over another high window leaving the room smelling exotic.
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				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 04:13:46</strong>
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				Once she is back on her own two feet she looks about quickly then takes in Reginold. She likes the longer hair and the fact that he is clean shaven. She never trusted bearded men, she was odd like that. She then takes a good look about. Much better than the craphole she lived in. "You have a lovely home."<br><br>She wonders if she will have a chance to read any of the books, she enjoys reading quite a bit. She was going to try and look out the window but he moves away talking about getting her cleaned up. She follows him. When they go through the kitchen she pauses. "Excuse me Reginold. May I have a drink of water? I am terribly thirsty."<br><br>She inhales deeply loving the smell. Everything seems to be fine and yet strange. She decides she likes it. She feels a bit out of place but that is to be expected.
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				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 06:47:18</strong>
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				"It suits me," he says as he walks into the kitchen. The window in the kitchen was small like all the others and made of foggy glass. It was still night outside but the lights of the city penetrated the glass as vague suggestions. The sounds of the city did not make it past the glass, the house was strangely quiet. <br><br>When she asked for water he nodded. He poured her water from the tap, yet it was colder and clearer than anything she had drank in the city. From the kitchen one could see into the bathroom where a claw tub sat atop blue tile. There was another room hidden behind Arabian fabrics. There were no doors except for the one that she had been carried through. <br><br>"I will start your bath and then make you some food." He said leaving her in the kitchen with her water. He entered the bathroom and started filling the tub. As the water filled up his hands reached for a nearby shelf. Their were many small bottles on this shelf and he started to mix some into the bath. These were oils used for healing and relaxation, as he glanced over at the woman in his kitchen. He figured she could use a little of both. 
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				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 00:00:33</strong>
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				"Thank you." She takes the glass and drinks from it. She takes a look at it. She has never tasted anything so pure and it looks so clear. The temperature it comes out the tap is perfect. She takes a drink looking out the small window. She squints as if that will help. She can tell they are still in the city but nothing else beyond that. <br><br>She moves to the sink and washes the glass she had used. She dries it and puts it back where he got it. She then wanders toward the bathroom. She leans on the frame of the opening watching him prepare the bath. "There is no reason to put yourself out. I can do that. I am very appreciative I just do not understand why you are doing all this."
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				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 15:06:39</strong>
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				He could feel her walking towards the bathroom as he was finishing preparing the bath. He was fairly pleased with how it had turn out. Reginold was a man of simple pleasures and a good bath was one of them. With many of the others it had started like this, him filling a tub for some broken creature to soak in. How many times had he been here before? When you lived as long as he, memory was a tricky thing. He remembered all of them, each and every one he helped. Yet he couldn't put a number on the time he had devoted. <br><br>He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw her leaning against the door. It was almost childlike, he could see she was feeling the magic of this place. Reginold helped all sorts of people, but when the magic had left their eyes it was harder. There was still a good deal of hope left in this woman. <br><br>He turned to answer her. "It is okay Shay. I help people, it is simply what I do. Please don't be mistaken, I don't do all the work. You will have to do plenty to help yourself. For now though just have yourself a good soak." He smiled at the end and stood up. He motioned to a purple robe that hung on the door next to one made of dark blue. "You can slip on a robe when you are done. We will find you some clothes soon enough."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 15:44:14</strong>
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				She moves inside and off to the side.&nbsp; She takes in the feel of this place. Perhaps it was the long strange journey they made but she feels safe here. She is unsure of Reginold but he has given her no reason to distrust him.<br><br>She raises a hand to her cheek and cradles it softly. The ache from the earlier blow flares up for a moment. She had never been hit before and never expected to be. She was always very upfront as to what they could expect and not expect when she went back to their car. Stupid mistake on her part, too damn trusting. She needed the money.<br><br>The thought of what she needed the money for slips through her mind. It would be nice to break the habit but she can already feel the craving kicking in. The fatigue that comes with her high leaving is starting to settle in. It is not like she does crack, meth or heroine but speed is not an easy one to kick. She gets the feeling her fix is not available here.<br><br>"Thank you Reginold." She waits for him to leave before she will disrobe and get into the inviting water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 16:37:40</strong>
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				Reinold looks at her a moment and then nods. He turns with a natural grace that appears to be in all his movements and walks out of the entry way. His mind turns away from his charge briefly as he starts to plan out dinner. She can be left to her own devices for a little while. He did not feel it was best to give the young woman to much rope for fear that she would get herself into trouble again. Despite those concerns he knew that she needed to be given small freedoms. <br><br>There was a natural way these things often went. He chuckled to himself thinking of all the times he has had people he was helping getting themselves into trouble. He remembered Eleanor trying to break his window with a cooking pot. That had lead to a productive evening. Eleanor had been the last one he had helped and while he still missed her, the memories of her were slowly melting into the rest of his past. <br><br>Reginold started dinner. His plan was for a simple dish of rice and vegetables. He moved swiftly through the kitchen, chopping fresh vegetables and mixing his spices. Over the years he had been taught so many different styles of cooking that his food had taken on a style all his own. It took a little bit of everything and made it something new. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 17:01:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She disrobes and then moves to the tub. She sinks down into the water with a sigh. If he catches a glimpse he will see she has large full breasts with dusky pink nipple. Her waist is naturally cinched and tiny. She has nice wide hips and a firm round ass. She lies back closing her eyes. It was heaven. <br><br>She slips down allowing her head to submerge. She likes the way the water lifts and soaks her hair. She stays under as long as she can and then gently breaks the surface as she comes back up. When she is done soaking she sets about scrubbing herself clean. The mud, makeup, general grime and the remnants of semen on her face is washed away. She scrubs her hair clean. She has never enjoyed a bath so much. She feels relaxed and the aches in her body disappear.<br><br>When she is done she releases the drain and starts to towel off. She gets a brush from her purse and brushes her hair out. She emerges wrapped in the robe and the clothes held by fingertips on clean areas. "Where should I put these Reginold?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 18:11:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Shay soaks Reginold finishes cooking. The kitchen is filled with the smells of roasted peppers, saffron and other spices. The steam and heat of the kitchen has caused Reginold to sweat just slightly. He wipes his brow as he sets the bowls down at the small table in the kitchen. The food is fresh and colorful. Yellow rice the color of the sun mixes with other warm colors like the red of the peppers and orange of the spiced sauce. He makes tea as well and is finishing that task when she walks in. <br><br>Though he was careful not to show it, he found Shay very attractive currently. In the alley he had seen the bright soul that was nearly covered in grime. Now more of her true self was shining though. For the moment at least she was mostly clean. The garment, if you could call it that, that she held with fingertips was in terrible shape. He smiled at how she held it, her youthfulness showing through again. She would have no need for that garment again. Reginold did not believe that being a stripper was not a terrible vocation, but it was not right for her. She was done with that life. <br><br>His eyes motion to a wastebasket near the curtain to the unknown room. "I don't even think we could use it for rags. Just throw it away please. Than have a seat and eat." he said sitting down to his meal. He did not move towards the napkin or fork, but waited for his charge to have a seat. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 21:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She walks the garments there and tosses them in. Her eyes move over the fabric that shields the room from view. The rest of the home was open, it is natural to be curious. She only turns back to return to the table though. She assumes it is his bedroom and it would be rude to snoop. <br><br>She takes a seat at the table. "It smells intoxicating in here Reginold." She moves her head to make the damp strands of hair slip over her shoulders and settle behind her back. She looks to him and offers a little smile. "Thank you, I do feel much better now." <br><br>She looks so different. Her face was a healthy even shade with a slightly pink glow to it. Without all the makeup on her eyes her inquisitive bright blue eyes can be seen. She is a pretty girl and younger than she made herself out to be. She can't be much older than twenty. She places the napkin in her lap and then waits for him to start. She is not sure if he is a religious man who give thanks so she will just follow his lead in his home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 15:27:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she is seated Reginold started eating. His usual grace showed in how he ate but judging from the pile of food on his plate he also had a very healthy appetite. His play had almost twice as much food as hers and her portion had been generous to begin with. The food itself was lovely, exotic and strange. The spices suggested influences of Spanish, Indian and Moroccan cuisine. While some of the vegetables were easy to recognize others were not something you would find in most grocery stores. Yet the combination of it all was magical. It was easy to get lost in the sensations of the great smells and divine taste. <br><br>About half way through the meal he spoke. "I want you to stay the night at least. Your not ready to go out there, you need rest. I have a bed and I will find you some clothes to sleep in. Does that sound okay to you?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 16:23:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She is so caught up in the splendor of the meal that she almost misses what he says. She wipes her mouth with her napkin and nods. "I think some rest would do me some good. I can stay the night." She pushes some rice about her plate as she decides to bring up a question that had been nagging her. "You said earlier that you help people, what did you mean by that? How is it you help people?" She watches him now awaiting an answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 22:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shay's nagging questions hung in the air after he answered his questions about staying the night. He knew it was coming but he let it come naturally. He took a bite of his lovely dinner and waited. He had been more hungry then he thought, being without a companion for a while had gotten his eating habits out of sync. He didn't sleep and when he ended up alone in his home he went far to long without eating. It was good to eat again, it was even better to have company. <br><br>Then the question came. He smiled and finished his bite of food. "I help people with guilt and self confidence," he said after swallowing and then continued "it has been my experience that everyone goes through a low time where they need support. So I offer time away from the stress of the outside world, allowing the person to deal with the stress of the inside world. I take care of people until they work through their demons and then..." <br><br>He thought about what followed after he built people back up and it saddened him greatly. He remembered Eleanor's sad smile as she boarded the train. He looks down at his food. "and then they go live their lives. That is what I offer, free of obligation"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 22:15:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She finishes her rice and wipes her mouth. She nods. "So is that what you are offering me Reginold? I stay the night here and I will be fine? It does not work that way. I need a place to live, food to eat and utilities to pay. I need money to do those things. I dropped out of college so my skill set is bit limited. I have a nice body and men will pay to see it. That is what I do now." She falls silent after that standing to wash her empty plate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 22:26:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This was a common argument that people had given him through the years. Reginold did not fully understand the reasoning behind this but he was also very far removed from the daily grind of humankind. It was a sad fact that many people let their lives get gobbled up by just making it, and are not aware of the amazing things they could do. He knew that Shay did not need college or a special skill set to live an amazing life. She didn't need money to make this happen, she just needs a change to happen inside of her. <br><br>He let he walk to the sink as he ate another bite of food. He was in no rush to convince her, the truth is she would not understand fully until the end of the process. All Reginold had to do was keep her for the night. "If the issue is money then I will cover your expenses for any time lost. You took a chance coming with me and so you should follow through with that. Of course it is your choice. Just stay the night if you wish and I will guide you back to your apartment in the morning if you are not ready." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 22:36:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She washes her plate. "I do not need charity. I just do not know how sleeping in a different location is going to change my life. What is it I need to be ready for?" She dries the plate and puts it away. She leans her hip on the counter and runs a hand back through her hair, Her eyes are on him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 00:50:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold was pleased that Shay naturally seemed inclined to clean up after herself. Over the years Reginold had witness most of the vices that humanity could come up with yet he considered sharing space with a slob to be one of the most difficult. He could handle attitude, anger and anything else that one could throw at him but when he saw his home turned into a mess he was inclined to anger. <br><br>He looked right back at Shay and held her glaze for a moment. There was so much you could tell about someone by looking at their eyes. "I do not consider it charity. My life is terribly boring without someone sharing my space. To have someone to spend time with for a while would be good for me. Consider me an encentric who finds strange ways to spend his money. As for what you need to be ready for, well looking inward is often harder than worrying about your next paycheck. It might be painful to take a moment to look at who you are." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 03:39:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shakes her head and moves away into the living area. She gets no straight answers from him even when asked a direct question. She walks to where the window is above her head. She tilts her head back to look at it. She notices the strange quiet in this place. She can see the lights that suggest she is in the city but she hears nothing of the normal city noises. She rearranges the robe pulling it more snugly about her frame without exposing herself.<br><br>She thinks about what he said for a moment. It was answer without answering. His answer brought about more questions. She hates it when she feels like she has to keep asking questions for an answer. It has been a long day and she could just be irritable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 04:58:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finished eating and then took his plate to his sink. He glanced over to the living room and watched Shay look out the window. For a brief moment he worried that perhaps he had chosen the wrong young lady to bring into his life. It was possible that she was ready yet for what Reginold had to offer her. He could not be sure. He could read other people very well but that did not mean he knew how they would react. It was still very possible for Reginold to be surprised. <br><br>He walked to the entryway that lead into the living room. "I know that I am strange Shay. It has been a while since I have had to explain myself to someone and I am sure some of this does not make any sense. My advice to you is to just trust your instinct. Stay here as long as you want." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 05:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She turns to face him. "I do not think you are strange Reginold. I just do not understand why you can't just tell me what I want to know. Surely you must understand how odd this is for me. It is not everyday a man walks into my life and makes a genuine offer to help me be a better person and better my life. My instinct tells me to stay but something inside me, the part that protects me, makes me curious." She shrugs. "I might sound silly but that is the way my life has made me."&nbsp; She crosses her arms over her chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 06:02:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she stood there he could tell she was being honest. Shay was leaving herself open and exposed even if she still had her robe on. Such an act caused Reginold to have a great deal of respect for the young woman. He was unsure how she would react to a more clear explanation of what he could do to help her. She might leave, but living life was about taking risk. <br><br>"Most of what I offer I have already explained. You have had some dark moments in your life, and those experiences have wounded you. I can see those wounds and I know how to heal them. A big part of that is just having a safe place away from the burdens of working to survive." he walks over to one of the chairs as he talks and sits down. Then he speaks again "just having rest is not enough. You will need to go back to those mistakes and face the guilt. I can do that for you. My gifts can help you deal with those moments, and I would show you how....but you have had a rough night. I would prefer to give you some time to rest and then we can get to work." He was not sure if this helped at all. <br><br>How do you tell someone you can bring back their memories? That you can walk around in them, and even change them. Shay had handled the in-between with simple wonder but he had helped that along by making her calm. It was always a struggle to accept such things. To tell her all this would most likely cause her to run for sure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 06:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There is no point in facing the guilt if you can't change the outcome Reginold." She walks in the direction of where she assumes the bedroom is. "You don't know me, you do not know what demons I live with." She looks back at him as she says that and then she leaves the room with tears threatening to spill out. She did not yell and she was not cold. She simply stated the facts as she saw them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 06:42:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If she was going to walk out of the room it was going to be in two possible directions, Reginold was glad she had chosen the direction of his bedroom. She was right, he did not know her demons yet. He could not enter her memories without her permission, but he knew she had demons. He could sense it in her, he could almost see them hanging over her. <br><br>When she started walking he got up from his chair. Beyond the curtain is a bedroom. There is a small but comfortable mattress in one corner with many small blankets and pillows laid on top of it. There are many paintings on the walls from different places in the world. The room is even more sparse than the others in terms of furniture. Aside from the bed their is a small bookcase and a large trunk. The trunk has an old lock on it. Despite the simple design the room is as welcoming as the rest of the home. <br><br>He follows her in. "Let me get you a shirt. I will have some more clothes for you by morning. Even if you choose to go in the morning you will have to have something to travel in." he says as he walks to the closet. He pulls out a light blue poets shirt. To most in the big city it would look like something you would wear to a Renaissance festival but the fabric was soft. He handed it out to her. "I know this has been an intense evening. I am sorry." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 06:58:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She finds the room very inviting as she moves the fabric aside and walks in. She notices there is only one sleeping area but does not worry too much. She studies the paintings on the walls as he finds he a shirt. She takes it when he offers it."Thank you." She keeps her arms hugged across the front of her body as she holds the shirt. "Do not bother getting much. I will not leave in the morning unless you send me away. I have a one time opportunity and I will not be foolish enough to walk away from it. So you know what you are getting into I have many issues. I have many things I am not proud of, I have a drug habit and I can something of a bitch from time to time. I will arrange a place for me to sleep on this side of the room unless you prefer I sleep in another room." She looks to him. "Thank you for your concern. It has been an intense night but it is a hell of my own creation."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 07:16:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He touches her shoulder lightly and looks at her with resolve. Already touching her feels different, he is more connected to her perhaps. "I will never send you away. Do not worry about that, there is nothing you can throw at me that I can't handle. I just imagine you would like to wear something more than a man's shirt that will be too big for you. Do not worry about where to sleep. Please take the bed. It is there for my guest. I don't really sleep." <br><br>He takes his hand away from her feeling a great pull to be as close to her as possible. A strange thing that desire still grabbed hold of him even after all these years. He wanted to breath her in and wrap his arms around her. He stopped himself at just touching her. His smile was a little awkward. His mind going in many distracting directions. <br><br>"I should let you dress. If you would like to pick out a book to read, you are welcome. For the time being my home is yours. About half of the books are in English and I have collected a little bit of everything." he turned and started to make his way to the kitchen to pour himself another cup of tea. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 00:29:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are very kind to me, thank you." She leans up and presses a light kiss against his cheek. She waits until he vacates before she changes into his shirt. She finds a peg of some kind to hang the robe on. She makes her way to the bookshelf and finding one that catches her eye she carefully takes it down. It is in French.<br><br>Since he offered she takes the luxury of the mattress. She settles about the pillows and blankets until she is comfortable. She cracks open the book and begins to read. After about twenty minutes she stifles her third yawn. She memorizes the page number and gets up. She puts the book back in it's place.<br><br>Getting comfortable once more on the mattress she falls almost instantly to sleep. Her sleep is deep and restful. No sirens or noisy neighbors to wake her she will sleep all through the evening and may even sleep later than normal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 15:16:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold had been surprised by the kiss and at first it had been a point of frustration. How could he hope to keep himself composed when the young lady was doing things like that? Now that he was in the kitchen alone he smiled to himself and put his hand to his cheek. He could feel his body getting light and tingly, he allowed himself to enjoy that sensation for a moment. Than he made his tea. <br><br>Reginold spent most of his night like he did most nights. He sat in his chair drinking tea and reading books. He was currently reading The Aenid in Latin for the first time and found the process of painstaking translation to be quite rewarding. His progress each night was fairly significant for a book as long as that. He did feel that the Greek and Roman epics were a tad bit overrated but he had recently learned Latin and needed something to do with that knowledge. Every hour or so he would check on Melinda. <br><br>When morning was still dark he slipped out of the house. He left a note on the kitchen table that simply said he was out getting supplies. He took his canvas shopping bag and slipped into the city. Reginold had little sense for fashion and mostly shopped in terms of comfort. He bought her simple undergarments that were of high quality. He bought her t-shirts and comfortable pants. It was not the kind of haul that a woman would get excited about but they would fit her perfectly. By now Reginold knew how to shop for woman by sigh. <br><br>After getting clothes he headed to another store to get some toiletries for her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 02:26:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Melinda wakes she is a bit confused for a moment but then the previous night washes over her. She gets up and gets ready for the day. Making sure the shirt is not too short she ventures out. She reads the note. Setting it back down she starts to look through the cupboards and refrigerator for something to make for breakfast. He had made dinner so she felt she could help out.<br><br>She had thought about taking something and splitting when she first arrived. That had changed. He was very kind and offered her something without asking anything in return. Even if she could do that she has no idea how to get home.<br><br>She keeps her mind and hands busy but she feels the nag of her addiction. She wants just one more fix, how many times had she said that? She can only imagine trying to break heroine or meth it is a blessing it is just speed. Not that speed was great or even natural but she has heard it is one of the easiest to break. She cleans as she goes so the kitchen is not trashed.<br><br>((OOC: I have no idea what kind of food he has so I leave breakfast up to you. LOL))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 15:52:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In the kitchen she had found fresh eggs that were a thing of beauty. They would make fantastic omelets and so she started cooking. Sadly there was no bacon or ham to add some meat to the dish but there were countless amounts of vegetables and spices to play with if she so desired. The kitchen had a nice balance to it, for every item that she had never seen before there was some spice or cheese that she was very comfortable with. <br><br>Reginold returned with his bag filled with comfortable clothes, basic hygiene items and a loaf of fresh bed. He moved into the house quietly so as not to wake his guest if she was asleep. He saw her in the kitchen making breakfast, her lovely legs gave him reason for brief distraction. He thought to himself with amusement that it was going to be difficult to give her pants. She looked amazing at the moment just as she was. <br><br>He shook his head to keep out distracting thoughts and made his way to the kitchen. "How lucky am I to have a house guest that can cook?" he said with a smile. He set the bag down next to the entrance to the bedroom. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 20:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A man that not only owns spices but from the looks of the containers actually uses them. She adds what she likes and what will blend and compliment the vegetable and cheeses she uses. <br><br>She offers him a smile and laughs just a bit. "I am no chef but I can make some things. I used to help my mother make omelets on Saturday morning so you are in luck. If you however are ever looking for something exotic I am excellent and doing dishes." She smiles to him and gives him a wink. <br><br>She moves about his kitchen with ease. Putting things away as she uses them. Dishes are rinsed and stacked in the sink neatly for her to wash when she is done. Over her shoulder is a hand towel that she uses the dry her hands as she washes them frequently. Once they are dry she puts the towel back over her shoulder so she knows where it is at all times. "I hope you do not mind me just wearing this. I did not want to risk getting something on your robe while I cooked." The shirt she wears it spotless showing how careful she is. "Would you care for some tea? I have a kettle on."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 02:03:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold smiles at the young lady who was in such high spirits. She seemed greatly transformed from the girl he met in the alleyway only 12 hours ago. It warmed his soul to see her making food with such pride and to wear such a smile on her face. No matter how many times he goes though this journey with someone new, he never gets tired of those moments where his guest embrace joy. <br><br>"tea would be lovely," he answers her as he sat down. "Do not worry about wearing the shirt? You look lovely in it. That was very thoughtful of you. I got you some clothes and various items, I hope they are to your liking." <br><br>Soon enough breakfast was done and the two of them were sharing another meal. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 02:21:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As they eat she brings up her remark from earlier. "I meant wearing only the shirt. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable. Thank you for the clothing.&nbsp; I will be able to stay properly attired now." She sips at her own cup of tea. She takes it plain and enjoys the strong smell and taste.<br><br>She made sure to stay upbeat. A good attitude will help keep her spirits up as she starts to battle her demons. "I slept like a baby last night. I thank you for the use of your very comfortable bed. I know you wanted me well rested to begin whatever it is you feel I need. I was wanting to know if you could tell me what that entails? I am still a bit curious."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 14:31:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The food was very good, Reginold could tell she put thought into it and took his time to enjoy every bite. He also drank his tea without anything in it. He went though a decent amount of effort to get the tea he wanted and he wanted to taste what his efforts had yielded. The only time he took sugar in his tea was when he was drinking someone else's tea. <br><br>He smiled at the phrase properly attired. "Don't worry about what is proper. You wear what feels comfortable. When I said you looked good in that shirt I meant you looked good right there, as you were. I am sure pants would not hurt the look but they are not required." he said taking a moment to recall how she looked working in his kitchen before finishing up his meal. <br><br>When she mentioned the process he was on his last bite. He stood up after that, leaving his plate. "Yes I imagine you are curious. Curiosity is good thing. It is one of those human drives that keep us going. We all have these drives and impulses, each one has a reason for being there. When people get off track is when they go to far with the wrong drives or not far enough. Take guilt for instance. Guilt is this down low feeling that is only suppose to get you so far. It was never meant to hang around the body for so long." he started to explain and then worried that he was rambling he went in another direction. <br><br>"Do me a favor think of something wrong you did in your life that you were punished for? And make sure that the punishment was enough to fit the misdeed." he then asked. He had known many people recently he would pick some event from childhood where they were caught doing something bad but were given a weak punishment. He found that guilt still lingered from such events. He had also met people that could not think of a single example. Everyone's journey was different. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 00:32:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She eats as he talks. She spears a small amount of egg and each vegetable for every bite. She does not interrupt and looks to him every so often. She chews thoughtfully as he discusses the curiosity.&nbsp; She finishes eating with his question hanging in the air. She wipes her mouth. She rises and collects their plates and utensils. She begins to wash the dishes and answers.<br><br>"You have met me in the middle of my punishment. It is a self inflicted punishment. I was much different not too long ago in time but it seems like a lifetime ago. I was a college student, got good grades, in a sorority and had a boyfriend. I was tempted and I fell. I started an affair with my French Poetry professor. It was purely sexual and exciting. One day while he had me bent over his desk one set of blinds were askew. The janitor saw us and decided to document our indiscretion. He approached me with his pictures. He said I could make it all go away with a sum of money. He said if I did not pay him he would plaster the pictures all over the school. I paid him and went back to my dorm. The next morning the pictures..." She pauses still washing. "..they were everywhere. Bulletin boards, telephone poles, walls you name it. I left. I came here and I live as I deserve. I call my parents when they are at work and leave messages to let them know I am alright. I do not return their calls. I have voicemails from the ex boyfriend that I saved but never listened to. If I ever start to feel better and that my punishment is over I will listen to them."<br><br>She continues to wash the dishes with her back to him. She struggles to keep the tears at bay. She had ruined her life, hurt her ex and broke up a marriage it was not something she took lightly. "If you are looking for something a bit lighter I once came home after curfew and had my car taken away for three months. I was three hours late and lost the car for one month for each hour my parents worried." She goes quiet keeping to her task.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 15:08:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she spoke memories and emotions filled the room. This is not the sort of thing most people would notice but Reginold had a sense for things like that. She was opening up more than he had expected she would and it caused him to take a deep breath to steady himself. He caught glimpses of how she saw events and the negative emotions she way putting on herself. It was nothing he couldn't handle but it was a lot to take in. <br><br>It appeared that Shay's problem was not that she was unaware of the mistakes she made. Often people make the foolish mistake of thinking they are perfect, but with this young lady it was quite the opposite. She was punishing herself and she knew it. The problem is that she was putting new bad experiences on top of the original mistakes and the weight of it all was dragging her down. <br><br>"It appears to me that the second example was a more sensible way to deal with things. Living your life as punishment can be a long process and I would not recommend it. I have another question. Do you feel any guilt for those three hours after curfew?" he said still processing all the heavy energy that had now filled his kitchen.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 00:38:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She starts to dry and put the dishes away. Physical actions always helped to calm her and make her think more clearly. "A little. I mean at first I did not. I felt my punishment was too harsh. But then as I got older I started to respect what they had gone through. They had no idea where I was or if I was even safe. As I went through my punishment I would lie in my bed and the memory of my mother's red puffy eyes would get to me. When it was over it was over. They never brought it back up and never held it against me. I got a clean slate, so to speak. I had great parents. I feel bad I put them through that but I would not say I feel guilt. That is why I call them. I just let them know I am alright."<br><br>She moves about wiping down surfaces after the dishes are put away. "My parents knew how to punish me fairly. The punishment fit the crime. How can you be punished for breaking up a marriage? How can you make you make up for hurting someone who did not deserve it? You can't. I do what I can."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 19:54:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold wore a sad smile on his face. She was so smart and deep down a good soul, yet she had willing allowed such negativity to rule her life. Reginold wish he had the words for her, to explain that punishing herself in this way was not going to help at all. In fact it had made things worse for now she had new things to feel guilty about. <br><br>He moves towards her and talks softly. "It is very hard to find release from the guilt of a past event. I can see why you thought hiding away in the city was the only answer, but I also think a part of you was running away. I have a way to help though. I can take you back to that moment...where the emotions are most real and help you find your release. Now before you come up with some reason why that is not possible do me a favor. Think of a pleasant memory, some moment in your life you would not mind revisiting and then take my hand." <br><br>He held his hands out and keeps his eyes on her. He knew this took a small leap of faith but so far she had followed him with little resistance. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 00:18:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at him. Oh great, he was a lunatic. She had thought she found a form of salvation and instead she had met the latest runaway from the asylum. Then she thought of the hallway he brought her through. The alley she had never seen and yet parked back there every night. She can think of a thousand reasons how that is impossible but why not try.<br><br>She closes her eyes searching for happy moments. At the moment all she can think of are negative memories then one flits across her mind. It is one she visits often when she is sad or lonely. Her hands go into his as a smile comes to her face. <br><br>In her mind she looks as she did two and a half years ago. A bright happy smile on her face. She was truly happy, she was carefree and still a good person. She wears simple jeans, sneakers, a cheer squad t-shirt and a leather high school letter jacket. The background sights, smells and sounds identify the setting as a fair. Her hand is in another's warm hand. A hand strokes back her Blondie hair. She gazes at a handsome young man who looks nervous. 'I said, I love you Shannon. I have for a long time.' She is nervous yet excited. The younger Shay, Shannon then, swallows a bit. 'I love you too Robert.' They kiss and it is one those perfect moments when the world seems to stand still suspending the two of them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 16:28:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold could not help but chuckle at the first expression on her face but he was pleased when she placed her hands in his. To feel her hands sent a small shiver though him that surprised him. He always fell in love with those that he helped but he could feel himself having those feelings much quicker with this one. <br><br>After the initial feeling of excitement at touching her soft skin he could feel the memory she was sending out. It was like a silver thread snaking out to him and once he grasped it with his mind, a connection was made. They went some place else, not quite the inbetween, but similar in many ways. This was the place where people went to dream but Reginold and Shay were here for different reasons. <br><br>As Shay kissed Robert the memory felt more and more real. She could feel his lips press against his, and he could smell him. The warm sensation of sunshine danced on her skin. The noises of the fair surrounded her. It was as if she was really there. In a way she was. The memory was playing out like it had except that Reginold was sitting at a nearby park bench. What was more impressive was that the feelings involved were all three too just as strong as the first time. <br><br>"Open your eyes" Reginold said. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 23:59:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands will squeeze his hands a bit tighter when she feels the sensation of his kiss, the smell of the cologne he wore mingling with his soap and the undertones of the smell that was just him. It was the reason she loved wearing his jacket, she could smell him all the time. Her right hand turns never breaking contact her fingers lace with Reginolds as her hand is in the memory. She feels her skin warm beneath the sun and her hair lift as Robert moves her hair back and then his hand cradle her head. She feels the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach and the melting of her heart.<br><br>She opens her eyes and she is smiling. She will look about keeping her hands in his. "Thank you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 18:47:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The memory does not go away when she opens her eyes but Reginold pauses everything but Shay and him. As the sensations and emotions of the place take root it is harder to hold on to the fact that this is not real. Of course Reginold would argue that it was very real in this place. In this land of dreams people can feel pain and pleasure as much as the waking world. <br><br>He walks over to Shay with a smile on his face. It was always a pleasure to share this gift with people. He always choose a happy memory to share with someone the first time. It made the harder memories easier to take. It also was a nice to be able to share joy and pleasure with the ones he loves. <br><br>He speaks to Shay. "Do you feel deep down how the emotions you are feeling right now are very close to the first time? It is not just a memory, it is a very real experience. This is a shared world between you and I. It is your memory but I have control here. I can change things. Anything that happens here will have a profound impact on you. I know this is a lot to take in but do you understand at least a little bit?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 18:58:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks around when she opens her eyes and sees she is still at the fair. She spots Reginold walking to her and smiling.<br><br>She nods. "It is just like it was before. I have relived memories before but never like this. This is...is... so real. I understand some. It is like you described the tunnel, the in between. We are somewhere between dreams and reality, am I right? Why would you change anything? It was perfect. It was the first time he told me he loved me. I do not love him anymore and he does not love me but, it is still something I cherish and always will. Why are we here? I appreciate this more than you can imagine but I know there is a purpose."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 19:31:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold nods his smile never fading. "Yes it is a kind of in between. It is less rigid than what you consider reality but more lasting than the world of dreams." <br><br>He looked around at this wonderful memory and he could feel all the joy that is invested in this moment. When he speaks again he is almost talking to himself. "I would never change this memory. In fact I can't change a memory. Anything that happens in this place will be something new. Your memories are your own. Here let me show you." <br><br>Reginold focuses on the scene around them. He lets his mind wander over the sights and sounds. He is still in his body but he is also everywhere else. He thinks on all the changes he could make and chooses a simply visual change. He shifts the season from summer to fall. The trees turn colors before Shay's eyes and the air becomes cooler. It is not an unpleasant change, the weather is still lovely. It is clear and not too cold. <br><br>Reginold opens his eyes. "Now when you think back to this first kiss. The memory will still be summer even though now you can see what it would be like in fall." He could tell she was impressed by the change but still struggling with why they were here. "You asked earlier how you can make up for past deeds. The truth is you can never change what has already happened. It is that truth that has caused you to punish yourself over and over again. What I can offer is punishment that you only have to endure once. You visit the mistakes you made and are punished right there in the moment. It won't change what happened but the guilt will weaken. Then back in the apartment we work on making new positive memories as well. That is the path I can offer you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 19:46:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She is beyond impressed with what he can do. She watches the scenery change with a large happy smile. She pulls the letter man jacket about her more tightly and catches the scent on it.<br><br>She thinks over what he offers. She has always thought she needed a way to make it even, make amends.... she needed a fitting punishment. What she was doing to herself had gone from punishment to self destruction and she could not stop it alone. She looks about this moment in her life and wants it back. She wants to be happy and functional. She wants to see her family and her friends. She wants some normalcy.<br><br>"Yes." She nods looking to him. "I want to do this. I need to do this. If I do not do something I will be lucky if I see next year. I miss my family and I hate the drugs even while I need them. I want to respect myself again and just deal with my mistakes. I know I fucked up and I want to be punished for those actions so I can start to heal."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 20:03:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold nodded, pleased with her response. He was finding that he was becoming more and more impressed by this young lady. She had been stumbling down a dark path but had not gone to far. There had been others who were in much worse place. Reginold did not fool himself into thinking that this process would be easy, there would be days that Shay would not be as positive about accepting help. <br><br>"I imagine there will be times where I will have to remind you of this resolve. This is going to be hard work, and at times you will want to fight against the process. You will want a punishment to end, but it will not be time for it to be finished. Taking away your car is not going to fix the guilt you have. The punishments will need to be immediate, and painful. I want it to be clear you will not be in charge of these punishments. I will be. You can quit the process at any time, but for it to work you will have to give me a great deal of trust." Reginold waited for her response knowing this was a lot to take in. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 20:36:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods. She understands pain. The emotional and psychological pain she has been inflicting on herself has been substantial. She doubts he would hurt her physically but if he has to she endured more than a slap across the face before.<br><br>"I understand. I also accept that the punishments I endure have been brought about but my own actions and therefore I deserve them. I do trust you Reginold. You have my complete trust." She looks about on final time at this beautiful moment soaking it all in. She deeply inhales the smell of the jacket and tucks the memory away for some other time. She looks back it him. "I am ready to begin."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 20:56:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold was indeed planning on physically causing her pain. He had found that most people have a strong connection with physical punishment. It was a useful tool. He quickly peered into her memories to see if she had ever been punished in that way before. It was important to know what punishments would connect with Shay and have the most profound affect. He knew that the most profound punishment was simply to be faced directly with the shame of what she had done. <br><br>"Well then, lets begin," he said and took them back to his kitchen. When he knew they were both back, and on solid ground he went to his room. He came back a moment later with an leather bound journal. He set it on the table. "To begin with, I want you to write down the events in your life you feel guilty about. I know you will tend to focus on the incident with the teacher, and that can be where we start. But with time I will want you to look to what happened before then and after. This does not have to be a complete list at first, we have time to built on it. I do recommend not just putting that incident with the janitor, because that would be a very intense place to start." <br><br>He opened the journal and handed her a pen. He poured himself a cup of tea. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 02:38:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sits down and does not start right away. She takes a moment to think and then starts.<br>"Shay's Sins:<br>Trading sexual pleasures for drugs.<br>Trading sexual pleasures for money.<br>Any worry I have caused my parents.<br>Cheating on Robert.<br>Breaking up Dr. Laverne's marriage.<br>Having meaningless sex while high.<br>Becoming addicted to drugs.<br>Stealing money.<br>Stealing merchandise.<br>Stealing from individuals.<br>Stealing food.'<br><br>She looks the list over. She slides the journal to him. "This is a good place to start. I know there are days at a time I would black out. As those come to me I will add them." She looks a bit uncomfortable with so much being put in black and white. <br><br>She gets up and takes her bag of things he purchased for her into the bed room. She comes back out dressed in the clothes he bought her. "They fit perfectly, thank you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 04:42:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold took the journal delicately in his hands and looked over the list. It was a very good start, she was being very honest with herself. Now the trick would be picking the event on the list to explore first. He knew that all things involving the affair she had would be too heavy to start and the drug related items might be too intense as well. The events that involve sex were most likely to intimate for a first lesson as well. So he settled on one and set the journal down. <br><br>Shay came back into the room. The clothes were very simple but they still looked nice on her. "You are very welcome. I think we will start with stealing merchandise. Do you have one event in mind or did you do this quite often?" he asked preparing himself for what was ahead. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 14:37:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I did that four times. I needed clothes that would allow me to work at The Admiral. I went to four sperate stores and shoplifted four items. After my first evening of work I bought my own clothes to work in and never shoplifted again. I never found any thrill in it." She watches him unsure how to proceed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 15:09:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold nods. This was a lesser mistake compared to most on the list so it would make a great first example. Reginold walks over to her holding out his hands. "I think we should try to remember the first time as much as possible. Just try to remember the store and the moments right before you took the item." <br><br>He took a deep breath waiting for her to take his hands. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 15:42:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She swallows hard and nods, she is nervous but determined. She closes her eyes going back to that moment and shutting out everything else. With complete trust her hands slip into his. <br><br>A bell on the door jingles softly as she walks into the sex store. The store is huge and only two people are working today. The two girls watch her come in and then go back to chatting at the registers. She walks past a massive video collection and then passes by the toys and fetish gear. She makes her way to the clothing section and starts looking through it. She can't afford any of it she notices after looking at several price tags. She starts to feel despair as she realizes she can't even afford to work. She is about to leave when the idea strikes her. Just this once she will take the dress. She will shop here afterward to help replace the loss. She takes the least expensive dress she can find in her size and slips it in her purse without detection. She walks around pretending to look at other things as the guilt sets in. She finally slips out feeling terrible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 21:03:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they slipped into the dream world Reginold slipped out of sight. He was still there watching events unfold and taking in all the energies developing in the space. He could sense the boredom from the two woman working at the counter and the faint emotions that linger in adult stores like this. Mostly though Reginold sensed the feelings of desperation, sadness and guilt that came from Shay as she stole the item. <br><br>Reginold waited outside the shop. His face did not show anger in the least but it appeared more serious than when they had talked before. He was already making subtle changes to the place to go with what he had in mind. "Now Shay," he said firmly, "we are going to go back into the store and let them know what you did. From this point forward if you disobey me in any way it will make things worse. Am I understood?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 21:14:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinks at him. "I can't. Reginold, the reason I took them remains the same." Even as she speaks she walks back in the store. She sighs. "Yes, I understand." She opens the door the bell annoying her this time. She gives him one last look and then walks to the counter. <br><br>She sets her bag on the counter. She unzips it and takes the dress out. "Excuse me? I took this and I planned to steal it." She pushes it to them. "I am very sorry. I could make make excuses but that does not justify my actions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 21:26:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her brief moment of resistance suggested that Reginold would have to deal with a certain amount of attitude along the way, but that was to be expected. He followed her back into the store, staying close to her. What ever happened in these dreams she would not be alone. <br><br>The cashiers were confused at first and looked slightly bewildered. If Shay had done this the first time most likely the manager would have let her go with a warning, and their would be no guilt to wound her. Sadly she had not made that choice and having events play out that way this time would not help Shay. To get rid of the guilt this would have to play out another way. <br><br>One of the cashiers, a young woman like Shay dressed in black punk clothes, shifted from confused to angry. She looked at Shay, shaking her head in disgust. "You think that makes it okay coming in here like that. All stolen goods would have come out of my paycheck, you think I can afford that? Hell no! How do we know you didn't steal more?" <br><br>The other cashier, an older woman. "Yeah what else are you hiding from us you little thief?"<br><br>Reginold did not move or say a word during the cashiers rant. He waits to see what she will do but take a step towards her. It was a subtle gesture that let her know she could not walk away from this. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 21:40:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She opens her bag and pushes it across the counter. "I do not think you can afford it and I am very sorry. Please check my bag. I have taken nothing else."<br><br>She looks up at them and waits for them to check her bag to prove she had taken nothing else. Once they discover it was only the dress she will then find out what they mean to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 07:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The older clerk snatches the bag and dumps out the contents onto the counter. They look over the contents in silence then the younger clerk looks at Shay. "How do we know your not hiding anything else, little thief?" she said pushing the contents of her purse aside. Both of the clerks look at her a moment and then Reginold interjects. <br><br>"That is a good point. As far as these women are concerned you are just a thief, that is the only side of you that you ever showed them. I can understand why they don't trust you. Give them your clothes so they know your not hiding anything. You can keep your underwear, they can scan to make sure those were not stolen." Reginold says in a steady way that suggest that this is not out of the ordinary. The truth was that it was not that strange for him. He wanted Shay to feel exposed and vulnerable. <br><br>Of course he was expecting she might not accept this order.&nbsp; This was one of the moments where the reality of her situation will be presented with it. She would either accept it or fight it. Either way the end result would be positive, so Reginold prepared himself for both options. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 16:42:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listens to Reginold but does not look at him. She is not sure if the clerks can see him and does not want to look as if she is hiding something by looking away. <br><br>"The items I wear are mine but I shall prove I hide nothing else." With slightly shaky hands she starts to unbutton the red and black silk shirt. She slides it off and sets in the counter. She steps out of the simple red flats She then unbuttons and slides the black slacks from her legs and set them on the counter as well. She turns the pockets of the pants inside out. Her panties and bra are red and lacy. The stockings she wears are thigh high, fitting her trim legs like a second skin. The quality of the garments is high hinting that these were items she had received while still being supported by her parents.<br><br>She wraps her arms about her chest knowing anybody could walk in and have even a larger audience than now. She has been living a lifestyle that shyness is not an option but, this situation is different. She is ashamed of her actions and the fact she has to go to such lengths to prove her belated honesty. She says nothing blushing violently awaiting their reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 19:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold watched Shay discard each piece of clothing. With each layer taken off the girl more shame radiates from her and at first it is a little overwhelming for him to handle. Doing this was his life work and his passion, but it was still not easy work. He wished there was an easier way to help Shay but this was the work that needed to be done. When she stood just in here underwear he was sad that the first time he would see her like this was for punishment. Often this was the way things went. <br><br>The two clerks took no pleasure in Shay taking her clothing off. Their eyes kept looking for stolen goods and even when she was naked they did not seem satisfied. The looked through the clothing and the older clerk nodded with satisfaction. They did not offer to give her the clothing back. <br><br>Reginold moved closer to her, nearly touching her mostly naked body. "Put your hands on the counter and tell me why you stole the dress." His voice was close to her, his breath could be felt on her neck. The clerks faded away, it was just the two of them now. When she starts to speak he will move into position. When she is about two or three words into her explanation he will bring his hand down hard on her panty clad bottom, protected by only a thin layer of fabric. He knew this was a turning point in the healing process. She would either fight back from this or accept this part of the punishment. Either way the rest of the punishment was going to happen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 20:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watches as the clerks rummage through her garments upset to find nothing else. The shame she feels makes her want to grab her clothes and flee. She purses her lips and blinks rapidly to hold back the tears. The guilt charges to the forefront almost overwhelming her.<br><br>She senses him move close to her and feels his warm breath caress her neck. The clerks fade away and she knows that she has faced her action and now would come punishment for her misdeed. She wants to turn to him and bury her face in his chest. She wants comfort but this is not the time for comfort. This is the time of reckoning. She must face her poor choices. This decision was the most minor on her list. If she is unable to withstand this how will she face the others.<br><br>Her arms unwrap from her body and move to the counter. Her palms feel the coolness of the smooth surface. "I needed work.." The rest of her explanation is cut short by a sharp cry of pain. The slap seems to echo in her ears. The tears that had threatened to fall earlier break free and course down her cheeks as a sob is torn from her. She was never spanked as a child and the pain not only surprises her but brings another wave of shame and guilt. This man whom she had come to trust, who had helped her and had shown her nothing but caring gentleness was the source of the pain. She lowers her head remembering he had told her she would be punished. He had warned her that is would be painful but it was the way she could begin to heal.<br><br>She assumes he would not ask unless her confession was not important. She continues around the crying and the stinging pain."... and I could not find employment anywhere but the The Admiral. I did not have enough money for the clothes. I am very sorry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 17:51:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He waited though the pause, feeling the new wave of shame and guilt follow the pain of the first slap. When her shakey voice continues he also continues his punishment. About every forth or fifth word he would bring his hand down again on her bottom. By the time she had gotten to saying she was sorry he had given her five more painful swats. He took a deep breath after this, knowing this was a very hard experience for Shay. <br><br>"Will you ever shoplift again?" he asked brining his hand down again after asking the question. After that he shifted his position a bit. He put one hand on her shoulder, in a comforting way. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 00:36:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Each slap across nearly bare ass makes her cry harder. Her heads hangs down as she continues to answer his question. She trembles beneath the punishment. Her palms have slid to the edge and now grips the edge tightly.<br><br>She shakes her head emphatically. "No, I will not shoplift again." She sets her head on the counter lip between her hands. "Can we please leave now or are we not done yet?" She does not seem to notice his hand on her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 22:31:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Though Reginold had never seen Shay with out panties on he imagine that her bottom was the same milky white color of her lovely thighs. Now a slight shade of pink was visiable beyond the thin fabric. He wanted so badly to be over but he needed to push things just a little further. He squeezed her shoulder tenderly and said. "Almost done." <br><br>Reginold than gave her five final blows, with no words in between. They came quickly, one right after the other. His plan was to let her calm down where she was after that but some inner desire drove him to pull her up from her position and into his arms. "It is okay, we are done. You are forgiven." he said wrapping his strong arms around her. It was more intimate than he had planned but he could not help himself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 01:08:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slightly nods when he says they are almost done. The blows come down on her sore and already stinging ass. She sharply inhales as the punishment is finished. She lets him drag her into his arms and she sobs against his chest. Her smaller frame shaking against his. "I want to leave this place. Please, may we leave now?" She manages to choke the words out through her crying.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 19:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her body pressed against her and for a moment he just got lost in his feelings of concern. He held her close and after a moment is aware of her near naked body. He did not want to get caught up in how stunning her body was or how good is felt against his. So he started to bring them back even as she was asking to leave. <br><br>She is dressed again, her body still wrapped up in his arms. Her body aches only a little bit, like a faint memory of pain that is quickly faded. If she could see her ass right now it would show no signs of her punishment. He held her for as long as she would allow. He was in no hurry. They had made progress, he could tell. That is what mattered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 23:59:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When they are back at his home she pulls away. She makes her way to the bedroom he had given her. He had seen her crime, her shame and dealt her punishment. She is not angry simply embarrassed by the whole scene. It was not something she was proud of then and definitely not now.<br><br>The pain is only slight an ache really. She wipes the remaining tears from her face as she moves off silently. Once in the quiet and solitude of the room she lies down on her side facing the wall. She thinks. Is she strong enough to do this? Can she handle the shame and her punishments? This one had been small in comparison to her other sins. She had been in such a hurry&nbsp; to be rid of the guilt and move on she had not fully weighed the gravity of her punishment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 15:24:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold lets her leave. He understood that this was no easy thing he was asking Shay to do and had prepared himself for many different reactions. On a rare occasion he had folks ask to leave after the first lesson, but he was pretty sure Shay would stay. He took her list and put it up on the fridge. He crossed a line though her shoplifting. <br><br>He then takes the book he was reading last night and brings it into the kitchen. He did not want to invade Shay's privacy but he also wanted to be close by in case she needed him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 02:52:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few hours of solitude she emerges. She has changed into the shirt he loaned her that she had washed and hug to dry. Over that is the robe he had also loaned her. She has brushed her hair until the golden tresses shine. Her lips shine with a little lip balm that is glossy. She wears no makeup.<br><br>She goes to cupboard and takes down a glass. She gets a glass of water and drinks it as she stands at the sink. She is quiet and thoughtful as she stares at the sink. She finishes the water, washes it and puts it away after she dries it.<br><br>She looks at him finally. "Would you like me to cook some dinner?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 16:20:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				During those few hours Reginold does his best to relax. He pours himself some calming tea when he finds that the book is not helping. The tea does help but his mind is still racing. On the surface Reginold rarely showed his emotions, but he was filled with anxious energy. That little lesson had been different than the others, it was more electric than it should have been. He could feel desire towards Shay that was very profound. Things were moving quicker than he had expected and it had him flustered. <br><br>Then she comes in wearing that shirt again and Reginold has to take a deep breath to steady himself. She is quiet yet stunning. He could tell she was reserved and thoughtful, which made sense considering all she had seen over the last few days. He just hoped she did not hate him for what he did. Many times before he had delt with a period of anger from those he helped but for some reason he hoped against that possiblity. <br><br>The idea of sitting there watching her make dinner with only his desire and thoughts to keep him company did not settle with him. He gets up with a smile. "You made breakfast, I will make dinner. You can clean up afterwards." he said and started planning a meal. It would be similar to last nights dinner except that Reginold put even more thought and care to what he was doing. He added new spices and comforting foods to help both of them with their intense day. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 04:05:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods and tucks her hair behind her ears. She is about to leave the room but instead decides to sit down and watch him prepare dinner. She had never seen a man so comfortable and skilled in the kitchen.<br><br>She is very confused. She should be angry at Reginold yet she is not. She feels a strange closeness to him. Just being in the same room is comforting. She had spent all her time thinking about many things. Remembering things he had told her about the process, the feelings she would have and the redemption afterwards.<br><br>"Reginold, you said we would make good memories back here afterwards. How would we do that? I think I could use a good memory." She smiles to him. "May I have some tea? It smells wonderful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 04:30:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smile that Reginold often wore on his face became even more warm when Shay spoke. He made a quick check to see that everything on the oven was going to be fine and then he poured her some tea. "The thing about memories is that you can't force them. My hope though, is that by taking care of you and showing you love, that most of your time here will be good. The hard stuff is on that list, and we will revisit that only when you are ready. The rest of your time here can be very pleasant. That is my hope at least." he said after handing her the cup. <br><br>Their eyes met and he wanted to kiss her. It was way too soon for him to want to kiss her and yet he still wanted to do it. He felt suddenly shy and went back to his food.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 05:09:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She takes the tea with one hand and her other hand goes softly to his cheek. "Thank you Reginold."<br><br>She watches him go back to his food. "Well, what kind of things do you like to do? I could read to you after dinner or we could play cards. I am easy to entertain. I am not ready for another item on my list. I do not need you to care for me, although I appreciate it. I would like to get to know you." She crosses her legs and sips his exotic wonderful tea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 05:45:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sets down two plates filled with food. Their is rice like the night before though flavored with new spices, also there is flatbread and roasted potatoes. After the food is on the table he sits down. "Now that you mention it, I enjoy boy of those things. Over the years I have picked up many different ways to pass the time with a deck of cards. I once, many years ago, nearly loss all the money I owned playing hearts with three old Russians on a train to Berlin." He chuckles to himself and takes a bite of his dinner. The food was better than normal, he always cooked better when he was inspired. <br><br>"I would love for you to get to know me too." he said with a smile taking a sip of tea. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 13:40:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles as he relays his card playing story. "I know how to play hearts, spades, Oh hell, pitch and just about every form of poker. It would be unfair to play you in poker, I think. I am quite good at it and would hate to take all your money." Laughs softly with a wink. She takes a few bites of her dinner. She enjoys the dinner immensely and makes no show to tell otherwise. Her manners are impeccable as always.<br><br>She wipes her mouth and sips her tea. "At the risk of sounding rude, how old are you Reginold? You do not look much older than me, but there is something about you. A sense of great wisdom. I mean no disrespect at all." She turns her attention back to her food for a moment before looking back at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 14:59:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah yes, Americans and their poker," he said with a grin before eating his food. He was fairly decent at poker but by no means was he unbeatable. Hearts was the only game that over the year he had put in the effort to master, and only then because of those Russians on the train. As he enjoyed his food she asked the inevitable question about his age. <br><br>The truth was that Reginold had no idea directly how old he was. Perhaps if he had written more things down then he would be able to give an exact number. Still he knew any close approximation would cause most people to stare at him in disbelief. He did not consider his age to be a big deal, but then again he still remembered a time where others like him were out in the open more. Photographs and video cameras had made that hard for the last couple hundred years. <br><br>"I figure I am about 350 years old." he said after he had finished eating. He studies her reaction hoping for surprise, not fear. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 15:06:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had expected a little older but when he gives her the number she was swallowing the last of her dinner. She chokes slightly but recovers quickly, she sips the tea to soothe her throat. She is about to let him know she was not joking but remembers not once has he showed even a hint of deception.<br><br>She turns surprised yet curious eyes on him. "How is that even possible? Are you talking about past lives or something?" She knew many people believed in past lives in a series that is neverending once your soul is born into a body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 15:21:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew that once he let her know his age that the conversation would follow along a certain path. He had found that what small tolerance he had for deception had vanished with this woman. The only choice is truth, which in many ways put them at the mercy of Shay's tolerance for the strange. <br><br>"I do believe in past lives but that is not what I am talking about. I have lived all of those years in one body and for the majority of them my body has not aged. I know this seems very strange but at one time it was much more common than you would think." he said remembering the middle aged scribe that had taught him this magic. He was the youngest of five brothers and each of them had the gift of longevity. In fact last time he had met up with his friend, three of the brothers were still walking around. <br><br>"The thing about it, is that aging is a choice your body makes. If you can convince it otherwise than it will leave you alone. It is a truth that hides in plain sight like the In Between. These are all old magics, mostly lost now to the world of science." he said with a shrug. He finished up his meal then giving Shay a moment to process all of this.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 15:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listens to him intently as she sips the tea. She does not look disbelieving but fascinated. Her eyes once gain search his features for a sign of age and sees none. She hears him talk of magic and others like himself. <br><br>A look of sadness crosses her face as she realizes what he must endure. Any mortal ties he has made he eventually watches them grow old and die. That would be so hard. She has a new respect for him.<br><br>"That must be so lonely at times.." She looks at him with a soft look. Not a look of pity. "Why not teach others this gift? A woman you love and who loves you in return."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 17:42:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What a complicated question. Reginold thought how best to respond. He had loved before, countless times. Not everyone he helped became a romantic relationship, but most did. They almost always ended in one of two ways. Either his charge would get tired of living this quiet life and leave to live their life, or Reginold was not intersted in taking the relationship past a certain point. His occupation meant that a part of him always belonged to the people he was helping and most people have had trouble with the idea of sharing him. <br><br>After taking a long drink of tea he tried to explain this to Shay. "Not very many have been interested in such a proposal. Imagine I had a partner right now, don't you think she would have a problem with sharing me with you. I don't just help people here, I ..." Reginold stops himself before he finishes the though. He looked down a moment staring into his tea cup. "Also, old magic is very hard to teach folks now. You have to forget everything you have been taught growing up and that is no easy task."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 17:56:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am sure it is very hard to learn, but the right person could be taught." She silently scoots her chair out. "She would not be sharing you Reginold. You have not shown any inclination towards me. But finish your thought. You just don't help here, you.....what?" She shows a genuine interest in what he says. She rises and removes the robe. Again she does not want to risk harming the fine garment and drapes it over the chair. She then moves about the kitchen in his shirt cleaning up and starting dishes. She keeps noise to a minimum so they can talk.<br><br>She restarts the kettle so she can make him more tea. She then sets about the dishes as the kettle of water heats.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 18:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold was flustered, which was an odd sensation to say the least. It was rare that he talked about these things and also it was rare that he would find himself drawn to another person so quickly. Maybe it was because the last dozen or so charges had been so difficult. They did not ask kind questions, mostly they fought him though most of the process. Then when they were healed they felt akward in his home and started new lives. Shay was different, Reginold though and then his robe was taken off and his thoughs wandered elsewhere. He started to think of how amazing her body had looked with hardly anything to cover it. <br><br>He stumbled to find his words. "What...we do is intimate. I mean I know on occasion it does not involve romance, but it is intense. I care for you...care for all the people I take care of. Feelings develop, and even if they don't I am still get very close to the people I help. I see them at their most exposed. I imagine that would be hard to handle for most." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 18:53:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is intense and private. If you had helped that woman in the way you help the others I think she would understand." She looks to him. "Have you been intimate with many you have helped? I know it is not my business and you do not have to answer. I am just curious." She makes quick work of the dishes with there only being two to clean up after. He is also tidy like her and it makes the job easier. Once the dishes are dried and put away she washes her hands and then takes their cups. She makes the tea as she had watched him make it.<br><br>She takes him his cup and offers it to him. She had noticed he became more tense when the robe came off and she moves to put it back on. She does not wish to make him uncomfortable in his home by walking about in a state of half undressed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 19:07:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold let out a nervous laugh. "You are quite the curious creature, Shay." he takes a deep breath trying to become more composed. "There is nothing you can't ask me. While you are here I am asking you to expose so much about yourself, and I don't think it is fair for me to hold back with you. Yes, I have been intimate with serveral people that I have helped. Not everyone, I would say not even half. Often people prefer to keep me at a distance while I help them and I respect that. Sometimes they want to keep me as close as possible." <br><br>He takes the tea, smelling the lovely aroma. He saw her reach for the robe. "You don't have to do that, unless you want to be covered up." He took a sip of his tea and smiled. It was difficult to talk about these things but it also made him quite happy. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 19:28:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am very comfortable with my body Reginold and I also feel very comfortable with you. If you ever wish for it to go back on just let me know. I do not wish to make you feel uncomfortable. You have already given me so much." She retrieves her tea and goes back to sit with him at the table. She holds the cup close to her face. She likes the way the cup warms her hands and the way it smells.<br><br>"Have you ever been in love with the people you help and sleep with or is it just for physical pleasure?" She is quite blunt and straight forward. She sees no reason to beat around the bush.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 23:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches her as she sits down. Desire still burned in him but it had relaxed some. He was pleased to just be sharing tea with someone who seemed interested in who he was. That was a rare treat and well worth sounding slightly foolish. <br><br>"When you get to be my age, making love to someone that you are not in love with is not worth it." he says with wry smile. "I have had sex simply for the sake of sex. Have had a few really good nights that were just simply that, but that is not enough for me now. I need that connection." He takes a sip of his tea and wonders if Shay desired him. He knew that she cared for him and it was obvious that she appreciated all he did for her. But desire and passion, that he could not be sure of. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 23:27:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not an age thing. I learned the hard way that sex for the sake of sex is not fulfilling. It may fill a void for a moment but I always ended up feeling worse right after." She sips the tea. "I think I fell into the professors proposal so easily because I was naive. I had been with one man intimately and wanted to know if I was doing the right thing. I do not believe Robert was right for me. He did not deserve what I did." She looks at him smiling. "Maybe one day I will be lucky enough to find a man like you, once I am deserving of someone of course. To connect with someone on such a level..."She shakes her head with a longing sigh. She sips her tea. She had never opened up so much ever, it was new to her. It was also good to shed the tough girl exterior and just be herself.<br><br>"Just so somebody knows, I am a stripper but I am not a whore. I have been with two men my entire life.... just two. It is not important but I want to tell somebody and I think you will believe me and see it for the truth it is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>09-02-2011, 18:13:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold listend to Shay while sipping his tea. He knew it was important for her to get all these thoughts out and as always he was in no hurry to speak. When he did speak it was with great kindness. "I do believe you Shay. I have always been amazed how little mistakes can set a soul so of course. What you did with the professor was foolish and harmful, but it is what followed that has really damaged you. All the mistakes you made motivated by guilt and shame. I am so sorry. The good news is that you already deserve love and a strong connection with another. You will find it I am sure of it." <br><br>He takes another long sip of his tea and a thought slips into his head. He decided to be brave as well, it was only fair. "What do you think of the fact that I have slept with some of the people I have helped?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 00:18:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She seems to enjoy the tea as much as he. She inhales the fragrant scent of it deeply before sipping it. She always keeps her hands wrapped about it. He will notice over time that she is very tactile person. "Had you asked me that right after telling me I may have wondered. As we have talked I know that you loved them, cared for them to a degree. I am sure that some you loved more deeply than others. Appreciated different qualities from each of them but you still loved them. You had a connection and it meant more than just pleasure. It does not really bother me at all."<br><br>She looks at him as she speaks. She keeps eye contact and seems quite comfortable with their frank discussion and exchange of information. She smiles a little canting her head. "I do not see why my opinion would matter, but now you have it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 20:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold was pleased on her take on things. He had a complex relationship with those he takes care of, but she did a good job an explaining it. The truth was that he loved every one of the people he helped, even the ones that claimed to hate him back. Each connection was different and even after hundreds of years he could be surprised. Shay had surprised him. <br><br>"Your opinion," he says "is one of the few things that does matter right now. Your thoughts and feelings are very important. They are why we are here." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 02:38:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought we were here for my thoughts and opinions on my past actions. Punishment for my actions so that I can move past those instead of letting them rule my life." Smiles a little to him. "If we are here for my thoughts and opinions on you we could be here all day. For example, I think you have wonderful taste in books, decor and bath salts. In my opinion you are a great cook and an outstanding person with more love in you than that of ten average people." <br><br>She sips deeply from the cup of tea. She then rises and moves to the kettle to warm both their teas. She is learning her way about his kitchen after her preparation of breakfast and watching him. Her eyes move to the list he had posted on the fridge. She does not concentrate on the words written but the line drawn though the one. It is an accomplishment, a small one yes. It is progress however.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 17:16:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reginold listens to her kind words and wears a warm smile on his face. The words and the meaning behind them touched him and at first he was at a loss for words. This was not the first time someone had shared such kindness with him. Over the years he had heard many sweet statements, some more genuine than others. Even after all these years he was not jaded. When someone spoke from the hear their words effected him. <br><br>He watched her walked around the kitchen as he gathered his thoughts. He only stumbled slightly over the words when he opened his mouth. "Well we do have all day and if you want to you can share any and all opinions you have. Your not just here to be punished, your here to learn how to live again." <br><br>(OOC: I am struggling to catch back up with when in the day this is. I hope this okay) 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>01-05-2011, 18:42:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shay takes their cups from the table and warms their tea as he speaks. She turns the heat off. She walks back to the chair closest to him. She sets the cups down. She tucks her hair behind her ears once more. She sits in the chair crossing her legs carefully. She knows it does not make sense. How had this man become so important to her? In twelve short hours she feels a connection with him. His opinion of her matters. She has done some awful things and he accepts that. They are mistakes and he does not harp on them nor point out how foolish they were. <br><br>She levels her gaze on him. "I will share another opinion with you. I think you are an amazing individual. Even with all my sins and shortcomings you share your home, your thoughts, your gifts and your kindness with me. I will never be able to repay you for all you offer. There may come a time when I will seem impossible to deal with or difficult to handle. Please remember that I appreciate it all more than I can express. Thank you."<br><br>((OOC: No problem. I actually reread the whole story so I could reply correctly. You are correct in the time of day. About noon maybe a little after. It has been a while but I think we can settle right back in.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 03:59:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watches every move feeling desire creep up again. It had never really left but when she got close to him it became harder to ignore. It was her smell, it sent sparks across his skin and sent his mind off in a thousand directions. He follows her legs as they are carefully crossed and quickly diverts his attention to her eyes. <br><br>"Shay, I see all of you and because of that your sins as they were are only part of what makes you amazing. Your presence is a gift for me so please do not worry about how you are to repay me. Just be here with me and you will owe me no debt.," he said and then smiled. "Don't worry about the rough times, I know you will not always have kind words for me. I am okay with that." <br><br>Reginold than took a sip of his tea. To be honest he was not worried about those moments when Shay is angry with him. He doubted there was anything she could throw at him that he could not handle. What scared Reginold was his rising desire and love he was feeling for this woman. It was moving faster than Reginold was use to, he hoped he would survive the time when she chooses to move on. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 04:15:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She reaches over and pats his hand. She opens her mouth to say something, but finds the words failing her. She feels the energy as well. It charges the very air around her. Her eyes linger too long on Reginold. She averts her eyes to her tea and picks her cup up, taking her hand from his. She shows her nervous habit once more. She turns her cup in her hands. She thinks of the texture of the cup and the warmth coming from it. Anything to divert her attention. She enjoys the aroma from the tea and sips it to moisten her suddenly parched throat.<br><br>Trusting her voice after a few moments she finally speaks. "That is very kind of you to say. I do not remember the last time someone has been this kind and expected nothing in return." She lifts her eyes to his. They are like windows. Her guards completely down he true self shining through, no fake exterior to protect the fragile woman beneath. "You have a lovely book in your bedroom of French Poetry. Do you have an interest in poetry?" A total change of subject, yes that is safe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 04:35:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she touches him his world narrows considerably. The apartment and the city fades away, even the kitchen gets blurry. All that remains is her skin, her breath and her eyes. He imagines what it would be like to kiss her, to taste her on his lips and follow that kiss where ever it might lead. It would be bliss but wasn't it too soon. It he allowed his feelings get the better of him wouldn't it derail the work he was doing. <br><br>He was not quite aware that she had been talking. Then they were talking about French Poetry and he was brought back to the present moment. "Yes I do like poetry. It is a difficult thing to talk about love and passion. The fact that poetry attempts this task I find to be very brave and noble." <br><br>Reginold reaches for her hand. "To be honest Shay I can't remember a single verse of poetry. I want to kiss you, but it can't go beyond that....this cant become about our passion. You still have work to do, but may I kiss you."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 04:59:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It has hard to think, respond or even breath evenly when he touches her hand. She is aware of the energy in the air even more than before. She thought it had been one sided but apparently not. She wonders what it would be like to kiss him. She was very attracted to him on many levels and wondered if a kiss would be enough. Could she be happy with just that? Her eyes lift from his hand on hers not even aware she had been staring at it.<br><br>"Is passion something that can be controlled or subdued? Is true passion something that can be contained? We are both aware of the work that needs to be done. I will not ask for anymore then you willingly give. But please do not ask me to control anything. I am extremely weak at this moment." She doubts any of that made any kind of sense. She nods her head. "Yes please. Please kiss me Reginold."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 18:05:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was not sure if he would be able to control himself either but he had decided to trust himself. He knew her answer before she had finished talking and was moving towards her. He sat up from his chair with purpose and knelt down by her chair. Now that he had decided to kiss her he did not hesitate. Soon enough his lips were nearly touching hers, and than after the briefest of hesitations their lips met. <br><br>He kissed her softly at first, she tasted lovely. It felt as if he was lifting off the ground, kissing her made him feel so mortal. So fantastically human. Soon enough he was getting lost in the moment, he wrapped his arm around her and kept kissing her allowing his rising passion to take over. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 00:31:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She watches him move towards her. She can do no more than watch him and swallow a little for that moment. Her eyes meet his as he comes eye level with her. He moves close and she can feel his breath on her lips. He carries the smell of his home. It is exotic and intoxicating just like him.<br><br>Their lips touch and she is overwhelmed by the softness of it. Shay's eyes close on an inward sigh. Her arms slip about his neck. She shifts and leans closer to him, close enough to touch him but hovers that small distance away. It is the single amount of restraint she shows. She feels as if every fiber of her is suddenly very alive. She could almost swear she feels sparks. Kissing Reginold was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her lips kiss him and then part slightly. A silent and blatant invitation to deepen the kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tanglefoot</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 16:35:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All thoughts of what was proper and best faded when her lips parted. He kissed her deeper his tongue dancing along her lips as he lifted her out of her chair. He kissed her with great passion, holding her off the ground and in his arms. The kiss seemed to last for a lifetime and during that time nothing else mattered. A thousand taste, smells and sensation pushed out everything else from his mind. His hands held her and never wavered.<br><br>Their bodies were pressed against eachother. The energy around them was intense and impossible to deny. He had no concept of how long they had been kissing. All he knew was that he wanted to taste every inch of her, wanted to get lost in her scent. The list would not go away, it would have to be dealt with, but for now it could wait. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The List (Melinda and Emerysmindscape) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Melinda</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 17:41:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighs softly as he accepts her invitation. She gets swept up in the heady kiss. She offers no protest as he picks her up and brings their bodies together. All that matters is the way he feels against her and the way he kisses her which is like an assault on all her senses.<br><br>She relaxes against him, her body melding against his. She never knew a mere kiss could be so powerful and intimate. It satisfies and entices her further all at once. Her thumbs stroke his neck where they lay. Her legs snake about his waist taking some of her own weight on her legs relieving him of having to just grasp her and hold her off the ground. She breaks the kiss only a moment. His name slips from her lips on breathy whisper. Her lips move along his as she tilts her head in the opposite direction. She kisses him open mouthed and her tongue slips into his mouth meeting his. She can taste the taste the tea and something that is simply him.
			</dd>
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