Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)
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				Title: <strong>Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 06:35:49</strong>
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				Grover stepped from his car and walked towards the club. It was the middle of the day and as he stepped inside and showed his ID to the bouncer, he could barely see, as his eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness. He felt foolish fumbling to retrieve his driver's license in the dark, but assumed the bouncer was probably used to it.<br><br>He considered sitting close to the stage area, watching the dancers but decided against it, moving instead to the bar. As the bartender came towards him, he piped out his order, "7 'n' 7" he said with a deep voice and a thick accent, British or maybe Scottish.<br><br>He accepted the drink and paid the bartender with a "five" instructing him to keep the change. Then as he finally took the first sip of his drink, he paused to look around and see what sort of place he found himself in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 06:48:01</strong>
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				Krista giggled mischievously at her friend Carrie, the two girls dancing on the stage amongst the midst of the other people in the night club.&nbsp; She paused to sip her drink, an amaretto sour, then rolled her hips in time with the music, swaying her arms back and forth.&nbsp; Carrie smiled, sipping her own drink and dancing as well.<br><br>The night club was fairly packed, with a good mix of people eager to blow of steam on a Friday night.&nbsp; Brushing her sandy blonde hair back from her face, Krista smoothed her short skirt, looking around.&nbsp; There were even a couple of cute guys on the dance floor.&nbsp; Which was good.&nbsp; She exchanged looks with a guy dancing nearby, then glanced at Carrie who wrinkled her nose.&nbsp; Krista laughed again, sipping her drink.&nbsp; She supposed he wasn't quite, at that.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 17:07:27</strong>
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				Grover drank slowly but deliberately, nursing his whiskey. He could hold his drink very well, but he intended to sit for awhile ... get lost in his thoughts ... come to some decisions. Decisions made in a bar, not the smartest way to determine your life's path. Even though it was afternoon there were a handful of dancers on the floor. It was Friday, if he stayed too long he was sure this place would become packed to the gills. He'd better finish up and be out of here before then, he thought.<br><br>It didn't happen. Several drinks and a few hours later the place was buzzing ... people everywhere. Grover didn't mind it really, it was a good distraction. He hadn't come to any life altering decisions (of course) but the commotion around him meant that he didn't care. There were a number of pretty girls out on the dance floor now maybe he should go ask one of them to dance. Grover felt a bit unsteady when he first stood up, but recovered quickly. He was feeling warm and tipsy, but it shouldn't effect him over much. He laughed at himself a little and this put a wide smile on his face. <br><br>Grover was 6' 2" and slim. He was in his early 40's. His dark straight hair was cut short and his ears stood out from his head just a little too much, like open doors on a cab. He wore black jeans and a black jumper with a black leather jacket over that. As he smiled, his smile was a bit crooked and a little too big on his narrow angular face.<br><br>He looked around at the many beautiful girls on the floor, several here dancing with their girl friends. He frowned at himself, most of these girls would see him as an old man ... old enough to be their dad. That wasn't going to work in his favor, neither was the fact that he was alone, girls tended to go to clubs like this with friends and expected men to do the same, a man alone was a lonely man and there was usually a reason, and that became a red flag.<br><br>Grover laughed silently to himself again (over analyzing the situation) this kept that big goofy smile on his face (maybe he was drunker than he realized - another strike.) But, despite it all, he had decided that striking up a conversation with someone, especially a pretty girl, was going to be preferential to another pointless conversation with another glass of whiskey, so he persevered.<br><br>Grover stepped out onto the Dance floor right next to two girls who were giggling together on the edge of the stage. One of the girls, a sandy blonde, caught his eye and he smiled at her as he stepped up. He held his hand out to her and said simply, "Dance?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 17:57:42</strong>
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				Krista smiled and caught the eye of an older man as he stepped on the dance floor.&nbsp; He smiled back and held out his hand to her.&nbsp; He was really too old for her, but she was feeling playful and a bit tipsy.&nbsp; So she smiled and took his hand, stepping close to him to sway her hips from left to right, brushing strands of her hair back from her face.&nbsp; Her slender nose was maybe a touch long for beauty, but her eyes were bright and mischevious, her lips full as she smiled.<br><br>She rested her hand on his shoulder, swaying back and forth in time with quick music, pert breasts bouncing beneath her summer dress, short skirt whispering around her thighs.<br><br>Carrie danced near them for a moment then called over the music, "I'm going to get us another drink."&nbsp; Then her slightly taller friend wandered off the dance floor, heading back to the bar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 19:48:32</strong>
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				Grover dances with the beautiful little girl in front of him. He feels a bit awkward trying to keep up. This kind of dancing always felt so chaotic ... no structure to it, no rules. No sooner had the girl's friend left the dance floor to get drinks then the song was over.<br><br>The next song began almost over the top of the last. This one was a ballad, a slow song made for lovers to dance intimately close to each other. Casual dancers left the dance floor. Grover grabbed Krista and pulled her close.<br><br>This was dancing he understood. It had rules, structure. He knew where to put his hands, where to step. He knew how his body was meant to respond to the music and he was good at this. Grover held Krista close to him as he guided her through the song. Her body felt small next to his, but good ... she eased into him and the feeling was right.<br><br>Somewhere close to her ear, Grover's mouth spoke quietly. He wasn't sure if he was speaking to her or to himself. The words just came out. Almost as the words had left his lips he regretted them. How ridiculous he must sound to this little girl whom he had just met, this stranger on the dance floor.<br><br>"Dancing, like this..." He had said, "It's right. Like lovers, the man leads; the woman follows; She surrenders control to him, and through her trust in him and his confidence to take her control their movements become one thing; and together they create something magical ... greater and more beautiful than either of them could make alone."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 20:28:33</strong>
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				The first dance, he was too stiff.&nbsp; A little too old for the nightclub scene, Krista guessed&nbsp; As the song came to an end, she smiled politely, letting her hand slip off his shoulders.&nbsp; The next song was slower, so she began to move off the dancer floor to go find her friend.<br><br>She was a little surprised when he insistently grabbed her by her slender waist, pulling her back in towards him.&nbsp; His hand slipped around her waist to rest on the small of her back, the other hand holding hers as he began to dance with her again, but this time showing more confidence, the pace slower as he circled her on the dance floor.<br><br>Her sandy eyebrow, almost brunette, lifted quizzically.&nbsp; As far as pick up lines she heard in a club when, that was alot more philosophical than she expected.&nbsp; She had no rebuttal, so instead she shrugged her shoulders, letting him guide her through the dance.&nbsp; In her high heels, she was almost as tall as he was.&nbsp; Which was good, she liked a man she could wear heels around. <br><br>She danced with him, the pace slower, more like the dreaded rotating hug of middle school fame.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 21:23:40</strong>
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				As the song ended, Grover guided Krista off the dance floor his hand still at the small of her back. Once on the sidelines he introduced himself with a smile.<br><br>"I'm Grover." he said. He had a thick accent English or Scottish, his voice deep and warm, comforting like hot cocoa. "Thanks for the dance." He added. <br><br>"I've only been in town since this afternoon. Only been in your country about 10 hours. You're my first American ... you know ... to meet, talk to, anything." Grover explained as he saw the girl's friend return with their drinks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 21:39:17</strong>
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				The song ended and Krista decided to go track down Carrie.&nbsp; He followed, resting his hand on the small of her back.&nbsp; Once they were off the dance floor, he introduced himself.<br><br>"I'm Krista," she replied over the music, her own voice clear and crisp.&nbsp; "This is my friend, Carrie," she introduced.<br><br>She took her drink off Carrie, chinking her tumbler against the other girl's then sipping it.&nbsp; "Welcome to America.&nbsp; How do you like it so far?" she inquired playfully, maybe a bit flirtatious, but not going wild.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 22:03:41</strong>
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				Grover smiled but suddenly felt a bit out of place as he didn't have his own drink in hand with which to join the girls.<br><br>"Nice to meet you, Carrie." Grover responds offering his hand to the other girl for a casual hand shake before returning his attention to Krista. "And as I said ... Krista? ... Krista, you are my experience of America, so based on that ... I would have to say ... wonderful!"<br><br>Grover smiles, hoping that he is somehow managing to be charming, but he was also being sincere, he truly enjoyed his dance with the girl ... with Krista, and he also found her to be really attractive. Of course, telling a pretty girl she was pretty never seemed to work well for him, they either didn't believe him, or had heard it before far too many times, as compliments go it was often seen as shallow.<br><br>"You dance very well." Was that okay, he wondered? "Myself, I'm a bit out of practice." He confessed. He looked from Krista to Carrie then back to Krista. <br><br>Both girls were really cute, he imagined just for a moment putting Krista over his knee and spanking her; her short summer dress left plenty of milky white thigh exposed. It wasn't difficult to go from that image to an imagined view of her smooth round fleshy bottom ... He saw himself hand in the air, red bottom shining up at him ... "You've been a bad, bad girl!"<br><br>He quickly shook the image from his head.<br><br>"I'm sorry, did you say something?" he asked.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 22:24:25</strong>
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				Carrie returned his hand shake briefly, then turned her brown eyes to Krista for a second, inquiring.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you too," she responded politely.<br><br>Krista laughed lightly at his compliment.&nbsp; "Well, now I feel pretty patriotic," she said with a wink.&nbsp; "Thank you," she added with a smile, "You weren't that out of practice..." <br><br>She smiled smoothed her blue summer dress over her round hip and then sipped her amaretto.&nbsp; Carrie, very tall for a girl, drank a long necked Budweiser and both girls exchanged glances over their drinks.<br><br>"I asked, what brings you to America?" Krista repeated herself, figuring that he probably couldn't hear her over the music.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 23:13:58</strong>
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				Grover leaned in closer to Krista so she could hear him over the music and raised his voice slightly to be heard. "Start at University on Monday." He explained. "Not as a student. I'm to be teaching ... European History and Literature." Grover explained looking around him.<br><br>"I feel at a bit of a disadvantage." Grover admits. "I don't have a drink, and it feels odd just standing here staring at you. I can only do that for so long before they cart me off for being a stalker." Grover declares with a smile, attempting a joke. "I am going to get a drink. Why don't you and your friend take a seat at a table somewhere so we can talk?"<br><br>With this Grover excuses himself, "I'll be right back..." and begins to weave his way away from the girls and towards the bar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 23:30:42</strong>
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				Both of the girls look a little surprised when he tells them that he is going to be teaching at the university.&nbsp; &nbsp;When he turns to head to the bar, the pair of girls quickly confer on whether or not to keep chatting with him or simply excuse themselves and head back to the dance floor.<br><br>After a quick discussion, Krista shrugs and the two girls wander over to a booth near the opposite side of the club, well away from the dance floor and the DJ booth, where things are a little quieter and less crowded.<br><br>Smoothing her skirt, Krista slips in on one side and her brunette friend Carrie slips in on the other.&nbsp; They sip their drinks, quietly chatting until he winds his way back to the booth.<br><br>"So did you say you would be teaching European History and Literature?" Carrie asked when he approached the booth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 04:11:30</strong>
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				As Grover gets his drink he wonders if the girls thought it rude that he didn't offer to refill theirs. He had felt like he was intruding on their evening and so, getting a drink was really an excuse to let the two girls talk him over. He didn't want to give himself a built in reason to come back should they decide to ditch him.<br><br>As Grover turns to return to the girls, he feels a wash of disappointment, as at first he doesn't see them. Then he catches site of them at a table in a quiet corner. The brunette girl "Carrie?" sees him searching and waves him over. He smiles broadly and moves their direction happy that they had not chosen to bid him fair well.&nbsp; Now he didn't have to feel like he was butting in.<br><br>As he moves to the table to sit down Grover hears Krista ask him about his courses.<br><br>"That's right." Grover answers cheerfully taking his seat. "European History and Literature." He answers with a smile. "I'm a History Professor ... pretty stuffy to you I imagine. What about you? What do you girls do to stay busy?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 04:25:35</strong>
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				"We're students at the university actually," Krista replied with a small smile and a shrug.&nbsp; "I'm taking Psychology, and Carrie's taking English Literature."&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm more focused on contemporary American Literature though," Carrie added.&nbsp; "I took European Literature two years ago, when Professor Shepard was teaching it."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 04:58:52</strong>
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				Grover is surprised to learn the girls are students, he's not sure why he should be. He was just thinking of them as somehow older, or himself as somehow younger.<br><br>When Carrie mentions "Professor Shepard" Grover shrugs. "I didn't know him." He admits. "I don't know anybody." He adds with a with a smile.<br><br>"Honestly, I got off the plane and I was so strung out from the trip, the first thing I did was go find a pub." Grover punctuates this revelation by taking a drink. <br><br>"I haven't even been to the campus. I am supposed to meet the dean tomorrow and get a tour of the grounds. You two girls are literally the first American's I've said more than three words to." Grover admits.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 05:50:57</strong>
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				"Well, hopefully we're making a good first impression," Krista said lightly, sipping her own drink.&nbsp; Her voice was a little muzzy, from the drinks she'd already had.<br><br>Carrie, equally tipsy shrugged her shoulders and adjusted her tube top.&nbsp; Then she held up her beer bottle.&nbsp; "To America, land of opportunity," she toasted.<br><br>"Here here," Krista agreed, lifting her own half empty glass, chinking it against her friends and waiting for the professor to join in.
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				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 06:18:45</strong>
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				Grover joined in the cheer raising his own glass.<br><br>"To America." he toasted laughing with the two young college girls. <br><br>Taking a huge swallow of his drink, Grover swooned. <br><br>Grover had been drinking all afternoon since well before the girls got here. <br><br>"Oi" he exclaims. "Girls, I'm afraid I might have had entirely too much to drink. I'm pissed." He announces.<br><br>Grover attempts to stand. "Maybe I should be going. I have a very big day planned tomorrow.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 06:45:48</strong>
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				As he downed his drink, the two girls decided to follow suit.&nbsp; Carrie tilted back her beer bottle and Krista upended her tumbler, finishing the drinks.&nbsp; "Wwwhh..." Krista whistled, setting her empty tumbler on the table, blinking her blue eyes.<br><br>Carrie swallowed the last mouthful of her beer setting the bottle down.<br><br>Krista watched him stand up.&nbsp; "Big day tomorrow?&nbsp; It's the week end though!" she noted tipsily.&nbsp; "What could you have to do on a Saturday?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 17:21:01</strong>
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				Grover shrugged with a smile. "What? indeed!" he thought to himself just as he caught the eye of a passing waitress. "More drinks all around!" He called to her. The waitress nodded her understanding and headed towards the bar. "I am beginning my new life on Monday, and tonight I am going to celebrate!" He declared loudly. His enthusiasm must have been infectious or it was just that time of night because several voices emerged from the crowd in the bar with a "hoot" or "holler" of approval.<br><br>This back corner table was against the wall and nice, because the seating was a booth and so they were all basically sharing one seat. Grover was on one side where he had slid in next to Krista. Krista was in the corner in the middle. And Carrie was on the other side of Krista opposite Grover.<br><br>"Hey!" Grover said to Krista as he began scooting closer to her in the booth. "I want in the middle so I can hear you both." He announced. <br><br>"Climb over." he demanded, intending that Krista basically sit on his lap while he slid into her spot in the corner. Then she could slide down off his lap to take her new place where he had been sitting opposite Carrie. <br><br>"You too know each other." Grover further explained to entice Krista to swap places with him. "I'm the guest here."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 20:57:46</strong>
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				Krista laughed softly as he changed his mind, flagging the waitress down and retaking his seat in the U shaped booth.&nbsp; He scooted down the seat towards her, asking her for the end of the booth, where she currently was.<br><br>She gave a small pout, but didn't argue the point.&nbsp; She half sat up, the lip of the table brushing her stomach as she semi-rose.&nbsp; He slid back underneath her, his legs jostling hers.&nbsp; With alcohol inspired clumsiness, she overbalanced and tripped, her round bottom landing in his lap.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oof!" she yelped, then laughed lightly.&nbsp; &nbsp;She squirmed her hips slightly, the hem of her skirt riding up as she slid down the other side and off him.<br><br>She pulled her self down the table, to where he was originally seated.&nbsp; "Sorry!" she said merrily, "I didn't mean to squish you!"<br><br>Carrie laughed as well, then the waitress brought over a tray, with their next round of drinks.&nbsp; Krista toyed with her amaretto sour, thinking about nursing it.&nbsp; She had already had enough that the room was getting a bit blurry.&nbsp; Carrie lifted her beer and sipped it, apparently going for broke as the waitress slid the other glass down the booth to Grover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 04:50:12</strong>
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				Grover laughs with Krista. "No worries, love." he says warmly. "Squish me any time you like." He laughs. "But don't be surprised if I try to squish you back." He jokes putting his arm around her shoulder and giving her a quick squeeze.<br><br>Wow ... now that he's let the alcohol get to him, it's taking charge quick. Maybe he aught to slow down before he gets himself in trouble he thinks as he takes another drink.<br><br>"So, we're in a pub and we're having a celebration. We should play a pub game!" Grover announces. <br><br>"The rules are simple. We go around the table asking questions and a person can answer honestly, or they can chug down their drink and order a new one... we all either get to know each other really well, or we get completely smashed."<br><br>Grover looks from girl to girl wondering what has gotten into him. He's acting like a school boy. "This can't be attractive." He thinks to himself.<br><br>"So what do you say, are you girls game?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 05:55:55</strong>
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				Krista laughed as he swung his arm around her, squeezing her briefly, then leaning away.&nbsp; "I'll keep that in mind," she joked back, turning her tumbler around in a circle, leaving a watery ring on the table.<br><br>As he proposed a pub game, the two girls exchanged glances.&nbsp; Carrie rolled her eyes slightly, discretely.&nbsp; "Sorry, I don't do pub games," she replied.&nbsp; Krista laughed lightly, "Yah, drinking is serious business."&nbsp; Carrie laughed as well, throwing in "Or at least we take it seriously."<br><br>Against her better judgement, Krista sipped her new drink.&nbsp; She already had enough alcohol in her to be well on the way to being completely smashed and Carrie wasn't far behind her.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 16:00:13</strong>
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				Grover took a deep breath and tried to reel himself in. He'd seen the eye-roll ... he was drunk and the girls weren't overly amused. He was supposed to be the grown-up here. He was a professor and an authority figure.<br><br>It was the alcohol combined with jet lag, and come to think of it ... he can't remember that last time he had eaten. He pushed his drink away from himself and took another deep breath.<br><br>"All right then." Grover said firmly. "I'm new here. You girl's are the experts." Grover comments. "So, tell me about the sites. As a visitor to your fair city where should I go and what must I see?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 02:22:58</strong>
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				"Aside from the university?" Carrie said lightly.&nbsp; "Well, baseball season's just getting started and we've got a good team this year.&nbsp; Do you have baseball in England?&nbsp; There's a game on Sunday, should be good..."<br><br>Krista added, "Our art gallery, really good.&nbsp; I love the Impressionist exhibit they just put up."&nbsp; With as much amaretto as she'd imbibed, she struggled over Impressionist, slurring it a bit, then giggled a bit.&nbsp; She pushed the tumbler away slightly, deciding to slow down.&nbsp; Her eyes were barely focused.<br><br>Carrie tuck another sip of her beer, then adjusted her tube top a bit unnecessarily.&nbsp; She set the bottle down on the table.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 02:57:58</strong>
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				Grover listened intently to Krista and laughed with her as she slurred her words.<br><br>"We do have some baseball." Grover answered. "I know what it is, but it's not really ... popular ... you know?" Grover watched Carrie adjust her top and smiled at her.<br><br>"We have Cricket and Football ... uh, I mean what you would call soccer ... people are crazy for that."<br><br>Grover watched Krista push her drink aside. "All right, young lady." He admonishes, "I don't know if you noticed, but I bought that round. If you aren't going to drink it, then you will have to make amends."<br><br>Grover turns back to Carrie and flashes her a smile.<br><br>"Come on girls, let's go back to the dance floor. I'd like one more dance, then I really have to go."<br><br>With this declaration Grover starts pushing his way towards the end of the booth edging Krista out as he goes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 09:09:16</strong>
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				Furrowing her brow in thought, Krista couldn't remember whether he had bought that round or the round before that.&nbsp; Finally, she decided that it didn't especially matter.&nbsp; "I'll drink it, I'm just taking it slow," she replied a little over precisely.<br><br>Both girls nodded gamely enough to go back to the dance floor;&nbsp; After all that's what they came out for.&nbsp; Krista slipped out of her end of the booth a bit unsteadily and Carrie took her arm, providing some balance.&nbsp; Both of the girls laughed, linking arms and weaving through the club, back towards the dance floor, where they beckoned for him to join them.<br><br>The music had picked back up to a quick pace as the club had gotten packed and the dance floor was energetic and bustling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 04:33:24</strong>
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				Grover laughed a little too readily as he found himself rushing unsteadily to keep up with the two girls. As he made it with them onto the dance floor, he found himself laughing at nothing more than the joyous energy of the crowd and his company. <br><br>Grover's head swam with the warmth of the evening's beverage. Both girls were equally flushed, but he couldn't tell if they were as effected by the drink as he was, or if it was just from the dancing.<br><br>Grover danced with less skill but more flourish than before and really enjoyed the rejuvenation that the music provided him. Before he knew what had happened, his 'one more dance' became several, and he heard someone yell out, "Last Call!"<br><br>"How did that happen?" Grover thought as the crowd began to clear from the dance floor to claim a final beverage. The realization that the evening was about to end had a sobering effect on Grover, and he stepped from the dance floor with a focused deliberateness.<br><br>"Thank you for welcoming me to America, girls." Grover managed with a smile and a deep clear voice that sounded steadier than he felt.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 17:04:16</strong>
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				As he was leaving the dance floor it occurred to Grover that he hadn't eaten in almost 20 hours. He had declined the food offered on his flight, feeling a bit too anxious to eat, and now found that he was starving. He turned back to see if he could locate Krista.<br><br>"Krista, I haven't eaten all day." Grover declares, his Welsh accent even more pronounced due to his inebriated state. "I'm going to have a Taxi take me to a restaurant to get something. What's open this late, and more importantly ... would you like to come along?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 17:24:57</strong>
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				The music was fast paced and bumping as the two girls went back to the dance floor.&nbsp; They moved energetically, swaying and laughing playfully as they ground against each other.<br><br>Soon, the DJ announced last call and the two girls joined the wave of people leaving the dance floor, heading over to the bar to grab some drinks before they stopped serving.&nbsp; They waved to the bartender energetically, ordering their last rounds, which they downed quickly.<br><br>Feeling flushed and silly, Krista turned when the History professor approached her, asking about a good place to get something to eat.&nbsp; Krista gave a small shrug.&nbsp; She was a bit hungry herself.&nbsp; "The only place I can think of, there's a little gyro shop about half a block from here, they usually stay open late," she said blurrily.&nbsp; "Let's walk over there," she suggested.<br><br>Carrie lifted her beer.&nbsp; "I'm going to stay and finish this.. I'll catch up."<br><br>Saying their good byes, Krista made her way with Grover to the exit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 22:18:34</strong>
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				Grover thought the gyro shop sounded ideal and agreed immediately to the suggestion. A place within walking distance was also perfect, after they'd sobered up he could just walk back to get his car. He bid Carrie good-bye and left the bar arm in arm with Krista.<br><br>The night air was cool and removed from the bustle and noise of the club, the quiet of the street outside was a pleasant change. Grover walked for a short while with the beautiful young Krista beside him and just enjoyed the peaceful few moments of non-chaos. It was at this moment that he reached a decision. It occurred to him briefly that he might regret it, but the decision was made.<br><br>Grover turned, faced Krista, took her face in his hands, leaned in and kissed her. He held her there for a moment, his lips against hers. He allowed the kiss to linger ... just so there was no mistaking it ... for as long as he thought she could bare ... and then he slowly straightened allowing them to part.<br><br>"Just so you know..." Grover said in barely more than a whisper... afraid to interrupt the peaceful quiet. "A man can't dance all night with such a beautiful girl and not kiss her. I am pretty sure that's Welsh law."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 04:28:02</strong>
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				Krista walked with him towards the gyro shop.&nbsp; Still quite inebriated, she swayed a bit erratically, occasionally bumping into him with a small laugh.&nbsp; Her hip rubbed his briefly and suddenly he tugged her hand, turning her to face him.&nbsp; Then he leaned in and kissed her on the lips, lingering for a long moment.<br><br>Still feeling enough excitement from the dance floor and the flirtation, and tipsy enough not to mind their difference in age, she didn't pull away from the kiss.&nbsp; "Well, we aren't in Wales," she replied dryly to his comment.&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned forward and kissed him lightly in return for a moment.&nbsp; <br><br>After the brief kiss, she pulled back and then said "Come on, I'm still hungry," then tugged his hand, pulling him along as they continued on thier way to the gyro shop.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 04:45:44</strong>
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				Grover trotted along with Krista, pleased that the kiss hadn't back fired ... pleased that she'd kissed him back ... pleased ... just pleased. The night air was clearing his head quickly and although the effects of the alcohol would stay with him for a while, Grover was never one to stay fuzzy headed for long.<br><br>As they approached the Gyro shop, Grover picked up his pace a bit, reaching the door to the shop in time to open it for Krista. He held the door for her entrance than picked a table close to the window and pulled out a chair for her offering her a seat.<br><br>"I've suddenly come to realize that I'm starving." Grover said to Krista with a broad smile.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 05:55:54</strong>
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				Krista slipped into the shop, brushing passed him as he opened the door for her.&nbsp; Balancing carefully, she made her way over to the counter and ordered a gyo and a coke, fumbling with her wallet for a second as she pulled out a five and slid it across the counter to the attendant.<br><br>She watched them pull out the pita bread and throw it on the stove top to heat, then she turned and walked back towards the table near the window, her high heels clicking on the checker tiled floor as she moved.&nbsp; He held out the seat for her and she gratefully accepted.<br><br>After a few minutes, the cook brought over their respective orders and Krista picked up her gyro, taking a bite out of it.&nbsp; "Aww," she said mischievously as the tzaiki sauce spilled over her hand.&nbsp; She set the rolled pita down and picked up a napkin, wiping her fingers with a small smile.&nbsp; Then she picked up her can of pop, opening it with a hiss and taking a sip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 15:25:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grover buys his own Gyro and gets a cup of hot coffee to drink. "You should have let me buy your sandwich." Grover observes as he sits across from Krista watching her take the first bite of Gyro. "I'm a bit of a chauvinist about things." He admits. "I think a man should take care of things for the woman he's with." As Krista makes a bit of a mess with her food in answer to this statement, he laughs to himself and hands her a napkin.<br><br>"Americans don't believe in that stuff ... do they?" Grover asks. "Here, it's every man (and woman) for himself." Grover cuts into his Gyro with a plastic knife and fork that he had retrieved from the counter. It seems a peculiar way to eat the Gyro ... but it's not at all messy. "Personally, I think living that way all the time would get pretty exhausting." He adds before placing a small bite in his mouth.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 19:15:43</strong>
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				Krista chuckles as he unrolls his gyro and begins using a knife and fork to eat the wrap.&nbsp; She lifts her own, taking a bite out of it.&nbsp; "Well, I don't really think it's fair to expect someone else to just buy you things," Krista replied with a small shrug.<br><br>"Women's rights and all, sometimes we do have to take care of ourselves," she continues, setting down her gyro and taking a sip from her drink.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 20:20:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grover shook his head while he took a sip of coffee. "The way I see it, if you want to be with someone, you want to be taken care of ... or you want to take care of them. We learn it from our parents." Grover explains. "Boys are looking for their mothers, and girls are looking for their fathers." Garrison says. "It's in our nature."<br><br>He takes a big bite of his gyro this time, much hungrier than he realized.<br><br>"No one wants to take care of themselves only. Unless they really want to stay alone. Imagine a relationship between a man and a woman, where he takes care of him, and she takes care of her ... are the two even together ... what connects them? They might be friends, but they aren't in love. Love is about taking care of someone."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 00:58:03</strong>
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				Krista finished her own gyro up, folding up the foil it had come in neatly.&nbsp; Then she wiped off her slender fingers with the napkin.&nbsp; Setting the napkin down on the tray, next to the foil, she picked up her drink, sipping it.&nbsp; She felt a bit nauseous as the gyro conflicted with the amount of booze she had had to drink.<br><br>Pausing for a moment, she breathed deepily, starting to feel a little more sober. <br><br>"Hmm, maybe," she replied, setting her drink down.&nbsp; "Are you saying you like dependent, clingy women?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 02:02:19</strong>
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				Grover shakes his head and laughs at Krista's question. "That's what's wrong with you Americans..." he quips. "You always take things to the extreme. Why would a woman who admits to the fact that she's looking for a man to take care of her automatically qualify as dependent and clingy?" Grover asks before taking the final bite of his Gyro ... huh? Maybe he should order another one?<br><br>"You aren't dependent and clingy, but I want you to tell me honestly ... if a man took you roughly by the arm and pulled you in close to him, grabbing your full attention, and told you that you were going to do what he said, and that if you didn't he'd throw you over his knee and spank the daylights out of you ... tell me that wouldn't make you hot ... tell me honestly that doesn't appeal to you."<br><br>Grover had blurted out this challenge before he even had time to think it through... the whole conversation had become a bit more bold than he had intended... but now he found himself looking at Krista intently. He really was curious about how she was going to reply.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 22:19:54</strong>
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				"I suppose that depends on the guy," Krista replied playfully.&nbsp; "If I really liked him, mmm, maybe..."<br><br>She smiled teasingly, tilting her head slightly, sandy blonde hair sliding down the side of her next as she looked at him with inquisitive blue eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 06:31:31</strong>
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				"You see?" Grover laughs. "It's not about the woman. It's not about being 'dependent and clingy.' It's about the man. And I challenge you even further ... you say it depends on the man ... has to be someone you 'like.' ... I put it to you that a big part of what makes a man attractive to a woman is how dominant he is."<br><br>"Woman want a man who is strong and confident and aggressive. They want to be able to say "No" but they want to 'feel' as though the man they're with won't accept that as an answer. You want a man who is able to shoulder responsibility for decisions, and to make strong decisions without hesitation or doubt. These qualities are attractive in a man, are they not?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 06:30:47</strong>
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				"Well, sometimes," Krista replied with an impish smile.&nbsp; "As long as he's not to overbearing with it."<br><br>She shrugged her slender shoulders.&nbsp; "I mean, if he's not sensitive about your needs, then, it just gets messy and unpleasant..."<br><br>Offering him an inoffensive smile, she tossed her hair, tapping the ball of her left foot on the tiles beneath her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 03:59:52</strong>
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				Grover smiles at this distinction. "You've identified the key difference between Confidence and Arrogance. A confident man inspires trust in those people around him, an arrogant man can't. A confident man is confident because he is observant of those people and things around him and he is aware of his place amongst them. An arrogant man thinks only about himself and his false confidence is borne of his ignorance of his surroundings." Grover explains.<br><br>"Anyone who spends a little time with both will know the confident man is attuned to the needs of others and will trust the confident man to help fulfill those needs, while recognizing that the arrogant man tries to force his own needs on the people around him, and he cannot be trusted to fulfill any genuine needs only to impose his own selfish will."<br><br>Grover watches Krista as he explains his views to her.<br><br>"I can see the wheels turning ..." Grover comments with a smile. "Trying to decide if I'm the confident man or the arrogant man?" Grover asks rhetorically as he stands up. "Feeling a bit more myself." he comments absently. "I need to use the loo. Be back in a second."<br><br>With this Grover dismissed himself and disappeared into the men's room. He returns in a few minutes and crosses to Krista. "Your friend, Carrie... she won't be joining us, will she?" Grover observes with a smile. "Come with me back to my hotel room, Krista. I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 20:07:41</strong>
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				Krista raised an eyebrow as he explained his views to her.&nbsp; "Hmm," she said, but before she could frame a reply, he rose and went to the restaurant's bathroom.<br><br>Finishing her own drink, Krista gathered up her tray and rose, walking over to the garbage and throwing out the foil and empty can, then setting the tray down on top of the counter.&nbsp; She stretched her legs slightly, feeling a bit cramped from the restaurant's plastic seats.<br><br>When he returned, Krista shook herself slightly, trying to shake off the lingering wooziness of the alcohol.&nbsp; She didn't normally hook up with men she'd just met, little alone ones as much older than her as he was.&nbsp; Plus, she did want to ditch her friend.&nbsp; "Uhh... I don't know, that's pretty quick," she demurred.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 20:57:58</strong>
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				"I don't know is not a, 'no.'" Grover observes with a roguish smile. "It's more of an, 'I need a little convincing to say, 'yes.' ... "<br><br>"Say, 'yes' because you really like me, and you don't want this evening to end."<br><br>"Say, 'yes' because you're curious what will happen, and if you say 'no' you'll lie awake all night wondering about it."<br><br>"Say, 'yes' because you really really want to."<br><br>"Say, 'yes' because you have everything to gain and nothing to lose." <br><br>Chris stands beside Krista and takes her hand lowering himself on one knee as though he might be making a marriage proposal.<br><br>"Krista, say, 'yes.'"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Domestic Discipline (Erus, Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erus</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 01:13:26</strong>
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				Krista didn't say, "Yes." In fact, she didn't say anything ... an awkward silence filled the little gyro shop and grew larger and larger with each passing second. It seemed like months passed in this instant and Grover became unbearably aware that he had made a complete fool of himself.<br><br>It was too fast. And, he was badgering this poor girl and making himself seem desperate at the same time. It wasn't him. It wasn't like the man that he was. He had more dignity and more pride than this.<br><br>Grover stepped quietly back to the table and pulled out a small business card. It wasn't his, it was for some dry cleaners back in Cardiff. He turned it over and wrote down his name and phone number. He then came back to Krista with a smile.<br><br>"Listen, I didn't mean to come off so pushy. You're right to be cautious of strangers." Grover hands Krista the card. "If you decide you'd like to get together sometime, give me a call. I promise to behave as a more proper gentleman."<br><br>If Krista meant to say anything in response Grover didn't give her the time. He made a sudden and silent retreat from the gyro shop and was gone into the night back towards his car.<br><br>As he walked alone, Grover wondered if he would see Krista again. He doubted it. Life is so big and demanding, and it was rare that two people would be brought together by circumstance a second time.<br><br>No ... it seemed to Grover that this story was over.<br>
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