Recovering (echoes &SynfulNytmar) (Closed)
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				Title: <strong>Recovering (echoes &amp;SynfulNytmar) (Closed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 18:46:45</strong>
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				Brennen moved about the kitchen with a pace somewhere between panicked and fretful. It was so odd, the nervousness made by a person coming over to the house. It was not that the house was in ill repair, anything but. The two-story red brick was kept in good condition by the maid service that Brennan had&nbsp; hired years ago. He chuckled for a moment at the thought, he got the house but it would have been fitting had she got the maid service in the separation. <br><br>He quickly pushed the thought from his head as he looked about, wondering if he should leave anything out, prepare something for Sabrina for her coming over. It was worse than thinking about a date, he was trying to find someone who would be able to spend time with his son, and for some reason he felt at a loss.<br><br>The separation had taken its toll, but two years later Brennan was more on his feet than before, part of this was without choice. The work he had been doing as of late had becoming more demanding as more and more people heard about his talent. He could not remember the last time he had this much work lined up. The down side was the amount of time it was taking away from Jason, his son and the reason he did everything.<br><br>He had dressed normally for the meeting, jeans and REI sandals, a loose fitting linen long sleeve that seemed to move as he did. Sure, it may gave the impression of a hippie beach-comber, save that the clothes were top end, and the way he wore them did not give to the lazy summer ideal. The close cropped hair and the lack of piercings was also a hint that he was no mere fashion victim. He was neither thin nor fat, but a solidly built middle of the road between styles. <br><br>He debated a beer but held off, instead he grabbed for a soda and popped the tab. The young woman should be here shortly, and he would find out if she had the temperament for what he perceived as right for Jason.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recovering (echoes &amp;SynfulNytmar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SynfulNytmar</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 21:25:24</strong>
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				Sabrina got out of the cab as she glanced around at the house numbers. Turning to pay the cab she handed him a fifty and told him to keep the change before she watched him disappear down the road. She had spent a good few hours fussing over what to wear for tonight’s meeting. It was a new job opportunity but at the same time it was hard to say what the person was like since she never met him. <br><br>She had found out about the job from a little older lady whom worked at the library. The lady befriended her when Rina first moved to the place. She noticed how fast Rina read and how often she was in and out of the library getting new books to read. Never one late book, never one unread page. Rina soaked up the stories and articles in the books she read. She loved knowledge. She liked to know things. A curious mind perhaps.<br><br>It was a week ago she lost her job at some small corner store market. “They were down sizing” or at least that was what she was told. She ended up spending more and more time in the walls of the library then anywhere else. The elder lady noticed and confronted her about it. Rina spent four hours talking to Pat that day. She was a sweet lady. It was only the other day did Pat mention something about someone she and her husband knew needed a nanny. <br><br>Rina knew she could do it. She raised her little brother till she left the ranch why couldn’t she help with someone else’s kid. She was good with young ones. Always had been. Pushing those long brown locks from her face she found the number on the door. Before her mind wondered back to the events earlier in the day as she slowly made her way up the sidewalk to the front door. She had went to ask Pat about the family. She had been struggling with what to wear. <br><br>It helped the small talk with Pat, it calmed her nervous and settled her mind to ease. She had finally decided it best on the ivory-ish colored peasant shirt and a pair of sandblasted worn in pair of jeans that hugged to her hips and upper thighs and got loser the lower they got. Completed with a pair of what looked to be like ballet shoes but were in deed real shoes. The soft sound of click they made against the pavement gave that away. <br><br>Rina was a average girl. Pretty for sure but average. She didn’t find super skinny girls to be attractive and she thought it a shame to put that much time into your image you should be happy being you rather that was big or small. That was her idea. She was right in between, the most she had was what one of her ex’s called her ‘pillow’ tummy. She wasn’t exactly busty or had a large re-end either. She was just her. <br><br>Running her fingers through her hair once more those lock fell about her face and down her shoulders as she gave a small knock to the door. Biting her bottom lip she waited in silence. Hoping she had the right house. ‘Just be yourself’ Pat’s words echoed in her mind. Rina smiled that soft memorizing smile of hers as she relaxed a bit. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recovering (echoes &amp;SynfulNytmar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 01:09:34</strong>
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				Brennan had just opened the can when he heard the soft knock, half coughing, half spitting the side up in a wonderful display of maturity. He moved backwards with a hop, narrowly avoiding the spill of soda before softly cursing. He grabbed a towel and dropped it to the floor, quickly sweep/mopping the small spill before picking the towel up and tossing it into the sink. Quickly headed to the door, he was as nervous as his first date years ago, the single parent still fitting him like a loose jersey shirt.<br><br>The house itself was a mixture between old and new, a partial design of his own that suited his temperament and wants. it was a two story with a full basement, geothermal heat, sun lights and solar panels with every "green" addition you could imagine all blended into the older style. That was partly how Brennen had made his money, flipping older houses to the next generation by converting them to "green" living. The price was a little higher for the refurbish, the selling price was a little higher for the buyer, but the utilities were a quarter of the normal cost. he had made a small fortune with his venture, the divorce had cost him half of that.<br><br>He made it to the door and unlocked it quickly, pulling it open and looked at the young lady before him. he knew she we well recommended, but didn't know she would be quite this... this cute. The simple look, dressed comfortable and casual suited her and he found himself slowly stepping from the door. <br><br>"Sabrina?" He moved to offer her his hand as he spoke, " Hi I'm Brennan, nice to meet you."<br><br>Brilliant, he introduced himself as if she didn't know his name, well it wasnt like she had just taken a cab to his place to talk about a potential job offer or anything. Except, yeah, it was exactly that.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recovering (echoes &amp;SynfulNytmar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SynfulNytmar</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 18:48:41</strong>
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				As that door opened and the man on the other side of it appeared Rina found herself staring. Her mind picked up for a brief moment and started to run a marathon of thoughts. Though quickly were hushed as his voice broke the brief silence. Her eyes quickly moved to his hand as she let hers come up and softly and gently at that shake his. <br><br>"Please call me Rina." She said with a crocked grin before she nodded slightly "It's a pleasure to meet you." her voice was merely above a whisper. <br><br>She fell silent though as she listened carefully for some sign of a child. Though the silence made it hard to imagine there was one there. Her slender hand fell back to her side as those eyes of hers moved back up to the mans face. She felt herself cursing Pat inside for not warning her that Brennan was going to be a attractive man. <br><br>Shifting her weight her hip seem to stick slightly out as she waited to be invited in. Though now her eyes roamed a bit more freely even though a tint of red kissed her cheeks as she did so. They moved from his face all the way down to his feet then back up. The way one dressed typically could say a lot about a person though that wasn't always the case. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recovering (echoes &amp;SynfulNytmar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 19:57:42</strong>
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				"Rina," he said the word as if testing it, committing it to memory as he released her hand and stood to the side of the door, waving her inside. " please come in, my son is at soccer practice this evening. I figured I would talk to you first."<br><br>The foyer was simple in its decor and feel, but the quality was not lacking A staircase was offset to the left leading to a second floor, the ceiling was extended and arched to give a cathedral like feel to the area. It felt open but not vast, a freedom of movement about it.<br><br>"Instead of just sitting down, I thought I would give you a tour of the house while talking.&nbsp; I sit to much at my work as it is. Can I get you something to drink? That way we could start with the kitchen?" He didnt look overweight, nor did he look like he ran a marathon each weekend. He had a solid built that could be muscle or soft, it was hard to tell in the clothes he was wearing. His walk was casual, not a power stride, but he didn't slouch. <br><br>Brennan had a hair of nervousness about him. Something about Sabrina, Rina, was so ... simple was not the right word. She just didn't feel fake, there was a charm, a beauty in her figure and stance that crept up and captured his attention, and he was worried it would show. He tried to walk beside her, not wanting to walk behind her, knowing his eyes may not stay in the most professional of manner. For a moment there was a panicked thought of her out by the pool. He wasn't sure if it was panicked because of her being in a swimsuit, or because he might not be able to look away.<br><br>"I hope that doesn't bother you that I wanted to talk first, I know that you know that I need a little help right now. But, I don't know how well the position was described. It is one thing to have a babysitter, it is another to have someone who may spend enough time in a home to be considered living there. I wanted to know your comfort level, and what you were expecting to find."<br><br>He rubbed his nose as he spoke, not knowing how to really express that he needed someone to watch over his son almost like a nanny, but he was so loathe to use the word.
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				Post by: <strong>SynfulNytmar</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 04:23:22</strong>
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				When Rina stepped in her hands slid into her back pockets as she glanced around. She had never been in a place this big, back home, if she could it that anymore. It was a&nbsp; simple ranch house. Her apartment was certainly no where this nice either. Swallowing as she let that lump leave her throat as her eyes came to land on the mans face taking in his features. <br><br>“I was going to say, he was awfully quiet for a child. Most children make at the very least a little noise. “ She said with a gentle grin. Those pearly white teeth shining through those glossy lips of hers. Pushing her fingers back up through those soft lush locks of hair they fell back wildly again over her shoulders and brushing against her back. <br><br>The man certainly was easy on the eyes. Though now she slightly wondered if Pat had mentioned this position to her for more then one reason. When he broke the silence after a moment her eyes snapped back to his face. “Ice tea or water if you have it would be great” She said with that grin turning into a more of a relaxed smile. Though still not a full and bright one. <br><br>The way the man walked gave off a bit about him. The fact being that he was sure of himself but there still seemed to be a bit of uneasiness there. Biting her bottom lip she followed next to him to the kitchen. <br><br>“It doesn’t bother me at all Brennan, I completely understand wanting to make sure everything was straight.” She paused as she glanced around the kitchen as they came into it and she paused only to lean against the frame in a natural way. “I raised my brother… well he wasn’t really my brother, he was born after I was adopted. They were told they would never have kids. I raised him till I left the horse farm I lived on.” She said with a reassuring grin. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Recovering (echoes &amp;SynfulNytmar)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 04:05:00</strong>
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				Brennan listened to Rina as she spoke, his eyes keeping to hers in a display of politeness and propriety. He wondered how old she was, not remembering if his friend had told him or not. She had not driven, there was no car in the driveway, that could be an issue if she needed to run errands while he was not there, then again, he did quite a bit of work from home, but that work still pulled him away from being a father.<br><br>The kitchen he lead her to was large, a solid island at least of eight feet by four dominated the center, it had a vegetable sink and four burner gas flattop sunk into the mesa. There was the dishwasher and a small garbage compactor in the island. There was a large fridge and a second stand alone freezer. A generous oven with four more burners for the flattop. A full sink and microwave finished out the noticeable items. There was a nook with a TV and more cabinets than Rina could shake a stick at. <br><br>“Good to know you have the real experience. I am looking for someone who might be able to move in, make this long term if it suits all of us. I do a lot of work that keeps my time away from my son, and he is a good boy, but I want him to have someone he can trust and speak to when I am not able to do so.” <br><br>He went to the fidge and opened the door, pulling out a pitcher of water before moving to the cupboards. He removed a glass and poured it for her, handing it over before returning&nbsp; the pitcher to the fridge. He tended to keep a respectful distance, not crowding her. The faintest hint of aftershave could be caught in the air, a light smell without the heaviness of alcohol or chemical. <br><br>“What are your other school and work requirements? I know this can be a full time deal, and I will make sure that you are suitably compensated, my ex-spouse was unable to take me for much, and I all the work I do does tend to pay. Come on and let me show you the family room.”<br>&nbsp;<br>He lead Rina through a breakfast nook to a large family room. Inset bookcases lined the walls, and there was a large flatscreen that dominated the entertainment area. Various toys, mostly legos and nerf with the occasional transform dotted the floor.<br><br>“No matter how I try I can never keep up with the toys around the house. I’m sorry if it seems untidy,” he sounded a little nervous as he spoke. Even with the light covering of toys the room was in good order, and the size of the couch and the chairs still left a lot of open room. Large windows, from floor to ceiling, dominated one wall, a fireplace was in the middle, and French doors rested on either side.<br>
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