A Sister's Deception (Phantom/Cae)
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				Title: <strong>A Sister's Deception (Phantom/Cae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 12:47:27</strong>
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				Franklin Renolds, recently widowed, is the prototypical bachelor, the Shangri-La of middle-aged women searching for the perfect mate.&nbsp; Handsome, with sandy blond hair, a chiseled face, a roman nose and a wide forehead with a dark brow over narrowed, squinting eyes, Franklin prepossessed women with his good looks and personal charm.&nbsp; His life had become a spectacle.&nbsp; First came the wake then the funeral.&nbsp; Then, trapped in his bedroom for weeks, only communicating his heartbreak to the only person in the world he could ever trust.<br><br>Three weeks removed from her interment, Mr. Renolds found himself staring at the front door of his beloved sister.&nbsp; Their relationship, subdued by his affection for his wife and her envious position in regards to that peculiar sibling's affection, he could sustain himself with the idea that the beautiful friendship that they had fostered in their youth could develop and grow.<br><br>~~<br><br>Natalia Renolds sat, curled in at this point little more than a bathrobe before the vanity in her bedroom. She was applying makeup to already attractive features. Lips painted cherry red to go with the outfit she had selected for her day. A short near micro mini in cherry red, matching pumps that gleamed in the light and a halter top that accentuated her figure. Once her makeup was done she rose and dressed, heading down the stairs she caught a glimpse of someone on the steps. She blinked, looked through the glass and opened the door. "Come in, I'll get you a cup of coffee." Said as she headed toward the kitchen, there was affection in her voice not irritation.<br><br>~~<br><br>Franklin was dressed immaculately with a button up navy blue jacket, a beige, brown and sky blue plaid cotton sweater, with a matching striped scarf.&nbsp; He wore $400 jeans that clung tightly to his bony knees.&nbsp; Brown Adidas finished off his ensemble.&nbsp; His hair, tossled boyishly, hung over his reddish forehead.&nbsp; He entered somberly, kissing his sister on the cheek.&nbsp; Sliding his hands out of his pockets, where they had been hiding, he slid them across her shoulders and gathered them at the swell of her spine, embracing her warmly.&nbsp; He whispered a hello, then withdrew from her, admiring her place sincerely.&nbsp; "A fine place," he said in his sullen way. hen he sat down slowly, wearily.&nbsp; He looked like a traveler or a sailor, gone for too long and withdrawn from what he left from.&nbsp; But there was an air about him, a quality which was obnoxious to the sinful:&nbsp; Franklin was a good man.&nbsp; He smiled as his sister left him, remarking:&nbsp; "... I think I might have underdressed.&nbsp; Where is that we're going to again?"<br><br>~~<br><br>She smiled and slid her arms around her brother, accepting and retrning that warm greeting. Thank you. She said, wishing she'd broken him of that sullenness, but not yet it would seem. "To my friend's club, true, you may have underdressed, but that's alright for your first time there. Though I would have gone with the boots I bought you last christmas instead of the sneakers, but that's just me." She looked over him. "You look like an english professor brother dear..." She stated, making mental notes to spruce up her brother's wardrobe. <br><br>~~<br><br>Apart from his job at Lockheed Martin, he taught classes in Berkley, so perhaps he did dress a bit like a college professor.&nbsp; He rubbed his knees gently, biting his bottom lip as his sister chided him.&nbsp; "... Sorry, Nattie.&nbsp; Amber tossed those boots out."&nbsp; In fact, his wife oft dispossessed of Natalia's gifts in one manner or another. He then glanced at his sneakers and frowned.&nbsp; Maybe he had not dressed appropriately.&nbsp; But he always has such a great deal of things on his mind!&nbsp; He hoped that Natalia wouldn't be upset.&nbsp; Reclining back against the couch, he looked up at the ceiling.&nbsp; "You know...&nbsp; we haven't gone out in a long time.&nbsp; I've missed hanging out with you.&nbsp; It's like... an entire portion of my little life stopped when I got married.&nbsp; I had new responsibilities.&nbsp; If there's anything in my life that I am looking forward to, it's getting to know the woman you've become."&nbsp; "I never told you-- but Amber was always jealous of our closeness."<br><br>~~<br><br>Amber...her brother's late wife, may she rest in peace but was a source of irritation for Nattie Renolds because she demanded Frank's attention and refused to let him spend any time with her unless it was a holiday and even then that was limited. Don't worry about it Frank. We can always make a stop before we head to the club, get you something more appropriate. She sat down next to him&nbsp; resting her head on his shoulder. "You didn't have to tell me, Amber hated me because I knew you better than she ever would. Because I was your best friend and she wasn't." Nattie had come to grips with Amber's jealousy shortly after she had married Frank. "Or you can stay dressed like this, which is fine too."<br><br>~~<br><br>They had been apart for so long, that... her positioning herself on his shoulder inspired within him a sudden rush of movement.&nbsp; Exploding to his feet, appearing agitated, he rubbed his palms against the sides of his head.&nbsp; He was clearly uncomfortable with the direction of their conversation.&nbsp; Was Natalia his best friend?&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; But did she know him better than his wife? He debated that in his mind.&nbsp; Frank loved his wife.&nbsp; It was the most fulfilling relationship a man could have with a woman.&nbsp; The last few months had been difficult... with Amber's condition becoming worse and worse.&nbsp; But still, the man clung to her limp hand as it rested over the edge of her bed, and he made happen every wish that came from her raspy throat. t was ovarian cancer that claimed her life.&nbsp; It is funny how much a single cell can rule the lives of two people.&nbsp; Amber could not have children, and the two had desperately sought one.&nbsp; They were compassionate people, kind and worthwhile.&nbsp; They should have been happy. But they weren't.&nbsp; Sadly, his shoulders sulked in their place and Franklin rubbed the bridge of his nostrils.&nbsp; Turning to look at Natalia, he nodded.&nbsp; "... You were my best friend, Natalia.&nbsp; Amber didn't know you the way I did.&nbsp; Forgive her."<br><br>~~<br><br>Nattie pushed up off the couch when her brother shot to his feet. "Frank, I've long since forgiven and forgotten Amber's jealousy." She moved and embraced her brother, the pumps she wore on slender feet made for the height difference and she looked into his eyes. "Now, we are going to go out, have a drink or two and have fun like we used to." She smiled at her brother, a bright smile&nbsp; that gave no indication to the deception that was working, her plan to bring her brother a bit more confidence and well...what happened after...who knew.<br><br>((started in chat, continued here))
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sister's Deception (Phantom/Cae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 05:55:47</strong>
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				It was difficult to express the consortium of feelings that wretched through Franklin’s mind when his sister touched him on his shoulder.&nbsp; It felt… like his essence, the functional mechanism that manipulated his limbs, was being drawn out of him and into her.&nbsp; He felt momentarily empty, in the sense that he was lightheaded and…&nbsp; <br><br>He coughed into his hand and stepped away from sister’s grasp.<br><br>&nbsp;“You know, um, I don’t really know if I want to go to the club?&nbsp; I feel underdressed and now I feel self-conscious and maybe… you know, maybe it’s too soon?&nbsp; I don’t know how long you’re supposed to wait.”<br><br>His cerulean expression was deeply agitated by the rather innocuous sensualities of a doting sister.&nbsp; Quite frankly, Franklin felt like he shouldn’t be there.&nbsp; He felt like he was in danger.&nbsp; He felt like he did when he and his wife walked into the parking lot and a strange man followed them to their car.&nbsp; All he wanted to do was get into the car and drive off.&nbsp; Now, all he wanted to do is get out of his sister’s house and leave.<br><br>But it was rude!&nbsp; He couldn’t leave his sister.&nbsp; She had taken time out of her schedule to make time for him.&nbsp; And it had been a very long time.&nbsp; He remembered how much fun they’d have after one of his baseball games, celebrating victories at the local ice cream place.&nbsp; He remembered how they’d watch movies until late into the night.&nbsp; Then he remembered that he could share anything with this woman, even things that he could not share with his wife.&nbsp; Yes, she loved him unconditionally.<br><br>&nbsp;“… I’m… I’m afraid.&nbsp; I know it sounds stupid, sis, but I’m mortified of dating or talking to other women.&nbsp; Does that sound ridiculous?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sister's Deception (Phantom/Cae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 17:18:48</strong>
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				Nattie watched as he drew from her grasp.&nbsp; She shook her head, knew this was coming, the uncertainty, the insecurity that would wash over him in the fact that within such a few short months he was going to be back out into the dating scene after his wife died.&nbsp; They'd always been close, but that had fallen a bit when he'd gotten married and Amber didn't approve of Nattie being so close to her brother any more. <br><br>"Now, you'll do fine Frank.&nbsp; You've my word on it.&nbsp; No, it isn't ridiculous to be afraid Frank.&nbsp; You were married for how long?&nbsp; It is natural to be self conscious Frank." <br><br>She tucked her hand into his and lead him toward the door. "We are going Frank.&nbsp; I want you to enjoy yourself.&nbsp; Have a few drinks, talk to a few pretty women, you may even get a number or two.&nbsp; Just be yourself."&nbsp; Oh, he'd talk to a few pretty women alright, among other things that Nattie and her friend Emily had planned for Frank's trip to the club tonight.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sister's Deception (Phantom/Cae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 18:09:00</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Just be yourself, huh?" he said, chuckling.&nbsp; Franklin had been something of an enigma in high school.&nbsp; He played shortstop for the baseball team, fullback for the varsity football team, was captain of the lacrosse team, but was the biggest nerd at the school.&nbsp; He was president of the honor society, the chess club, the physics club, the Russian club, the comic book club (he never missed a Wednesday), the adventurer's guild, a faux honorary member of the Justice League of America (he still had the membership card in his wallet!).&nbsp; When he went to Berkley on a sports scholarship, he made the news when he earned a dual degree in Chemistry and Physics in two years.&nbsp; He met his wife while he was doing work for a masters in Mathematics, but he possessed three other masters and one doctorate in physics.&nbsp; But despite being intolerantly intelligent, he was enviously handsome.<br><br>His sandy blond hair was always disheveled and the flesh on his countenance was unblemished (with the sole exception being a scar he received when someone hit him with the lacross stick in practice one day).&nbsp; He was tall and lean, but he possessed a great deal of muscle.&nbsp; His shoulders were broad and shaped, his biceps were long and chiseled, his forearms and hands were large and dexterous.&nbsp; His chest was wide and hard, like a swimmer's chest.&nbsp; His abdomen was tight, compact and rippled.&nbsp; His waist was narrow, and his thighs and calves were round with muscle.&nbsp; He had large feet and hands, which gave him an excellent silhouette when he wore a business suit (he wore suits to work).<br><br>&nbsp;"I'll try... but I usually scare people off when I'm myself," &nbsp;he said.<br><br>He walked to the door and then opened it for his sister.&nbsp; Then he walked to his black Lincoln Towncar, opening the passenger's side door for her.<br><br>&nbsp;"Do you mind if I drive, sis?&nbsp; I've only been in one accident and it was because of you."&nbsp; It wasn't a fair comment to make.&nbsp; After all, he had been driving... but she had been having sex in the back seat of mom's minivan and...&nbsp; oh, he had to admit it one day.&nbsp; He had always been envious of Nattie's boyfriends.
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				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 21:32:00</strong>
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				She smiled lightly and kissed her brother's cheek before sliding into the passenger seat of the black towncar.&nbsp; "Not at all Frank, besides it was a fun night that night."&nbsp; She grinned up at him, an impish little thing.&nbsp; She smoothed down the micro mini and crossed her legs making the skirt slide up all the more on her shapely thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let's go."&nbsp; She said, tugging the door shut and winking at him.&nbsp; She waited for him to get into the driver's seat and reclined a bit.&nbsp; When the car started she rolled the window down, wanting to feel the breeze as they drove toward the club.&nbsp; "You know how to get there right?&nbsp; It's on High and Melody, the name is 'Den of Delight.'&nbsp; Emily will be waiting out front for us, to get us through check in and the like.&nbsp; We won't be paying for anything tonight."&nbsp; <br><br>She let a hand rest lightly on his thigh.&nbsp; "You don't have anything to be nervous about hon, really.&nbsp; This will be fun."&nbsp; Though, part of her was already planning for the blowup that would happen after the betrayal became known.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sister's Deception (Phantom/Cae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 23:48:19</strong>
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				He didn't really know whether to look forward to Emily accompanying them.&nbsp; There was something of a history between them, and it wasn't a pretty one.&nbsp; No, Franklin never dated Emily, but he really had wanted to.&nbsp; Things never worked out between them and, in fact, the whole miserable thing had made him feel a bit awkward.&nbsp; So he wasn't certain whether or not he was... happy about it.&nbsp; When his sister mentioned the name of the club, he was too much transfixed by the idea of seeing Emily again and questioning whether or not his sister was trying to set him up to notice the name.<br><br>&nbsp;"Never been to that club, but..." he patted the Tom Tom on his deck.&nbsp; Then, he inserted the cross streets into the digital display, and a course on a map was set.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I helped design this, you know," he said proudly.&nbsp; Then, he glanced down at her <em>perfect</em> hand on his thigh.&nbsp; He tensed up considerably.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Uh, Nattie... you're not setting me up, are you?"&nbsp; A pregnant pause.&nbsp; &nbsp;"At least, not with Emily, right?"&nbsp; He looked at his sister's shapely legs in that micro mini-skirt, then adjusted his glance to look at his sister in the eyes.&nbsp; Franklin couldn't believe that he just so blatantly admired her that way!&nbsp; She made him so impassioned that he wanted to tear blankets with his bare hands.<br><br>He started the car and a Bob Dylan CD started playing.&nbsp; <em>"She loves like a woman, she cries like a woman, she makes love like a woman, but she preys just like a little girl,"</em> Dylan sang in his punctual style.<br><br>&nbsp;"Please, please, please don't tell me that you're setting me up with Emily..." he said as he pulled out of the driveway.
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				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>27-11-2008, 16:01:38</strong>
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				Nattie laughed as he thought she was setting him up, well in a way she was...but not in any way, shape or form that he actually thought would come of the night.&nbsp; Shift of her form in the seat.&nbsp; "Frank, Emily is quite happily married to her lover.&nbsp; Besides, you have a penis and there for do very little for Emily, even though you are very, very attractive."&nbsp; She said, smirking lightly as she rolled the window down just a little bit and listened to the sound of Bob Dylan's barely made out voice filter about the car. <br><br>"I want you to enjoy yourself Frank and Emily and I are going to ensure that you do enjoy yourself.&nbsp; So, stop worrying and just relax please?" She said, reclining in the seat and shifting as she watched him a moment or two.&nbsp; <br><br>"Den of Delight should be fairly empty by the time we get there, but should pick up after a little bit and I think Emily said that there was going to be a show tonight." She watched Frank's face, waiting patiently to see what he would think about the show.&nbsp; Then again, she didn't tell him what -kind- of show it was going to be.
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