The Exchange Student (Emmaline & Dark Clown)
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				Title: <strong>The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 18:47:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/rhysmeyers2.jpg) </div>&nbsp; It had been some time since David had shared his home with a new pupil.&nbsp; He was excited at the prospect of having another mind to mold, another student to tutor in both music and mindset.&nbsp; He was a world renowned teacher, one that many would gladly pay thousands to sculpt their child into a musical prodigy the likes of which was rarely seen.&nbsp; But what they didn't understand was that without raw talent, even the brightest child was melodically stunted.&nbsp; No, he chose his own children to teach, and many gladly accepted his offer to mold their young talented children into concerto musicians of world renown.<br><br>He sat down in his living room, reclining on the plush leather sofa, a glass of red wine in one hand, and the manilla envelope he'd recieved this morning in the other.&nbsp; He looked over the picture of the young violinist who would be coming to stay with him, to learn under his tutelage.&nbsp; She was young, barely 17, and already she was a beautiful young woman.&nbsp; Her recent tragedy had seemingly stunted her growth musically, and after spending only a few months with her aunt, she had turned to using alcohol and generally making herself an all around trouble child.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a good thing her aunt called when she did, he thought.&nbsp; To let such talent go to waste would be a sin without repentance.&nbsp; And David wasn't going to let that happen.&nbsp; He'd tutored some of the finest musicians that played the stage the world over...and he would work his magic with this one, as well.&nbsp; Natalya was her name, a little wisp of a girl, despite her recent outbursts.&nbsp; David smirked at the thought of the coming months.<br><br>Setting his glass of wine on the table, he stood, and moved toward the door to his home.&nbsp; He took up his car keys and coat, and headed to the airport.&nbsp; Her flight would be landing soon, and it simply wouldn't do to be late.&nbsp; For a task master such as himself, everything was orderly and punctual...it simply wouldn't do for him to break from that schedule if he expected his students to succeed.<br><br>Half an hour later, he was standing in the reception area for flight 213 from Moscow.&nbsp; The girl would be arriving any minute, and he was a bit eager to lay eyes on her for the first time.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let the lessons begin..." he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, and smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 06:27:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ed/Channeling_Emilie.jpg)</div>Natalya had been channeling her current idol, Emilie Autumn, when she got dressed. Boots with soles a good several inches tall, laced tightly up her calves. Turquoise and white striped stockings, a short black skirt with layer upon layer of ruffles, lace and tulle. A crisp white blouse with puffy sleeves under a tight white corset, inlaid with panels of peacock blue and red topped it off. Too pink cheeks, a line of bright blue eyeliner under each eye, thick black mascara and a bright pink lipstick that looked as if it had been painted on her soft full lips. Strands of black beads draped around neck and wrists, as many as she could pile on. <br><br>During the flight the stewardess kept giving her condescending looks each time she came to Natalya's first class seat, offering pillows, blankets,or food. Generally she was treating Natalya as some broken child and Natalya thoroughly resented it.&nbsp; She cursed at the woman in Russian under her breath then smiled sweetly and said it was nothing. Of course, the stewardess was only doing her job, keeping an eye on a child flying unescorted, and therein lay the problem. Natalya did not consider herself to be a child at the ripe old age of seventeen.<br><br>By the time the plane landed Natalya was in an utterly disagreeable mood. She should have worn her pajamas and been done with it, but no, she wanted to make a statement when she got off the plane. And with her iPod ear buds firmly planted in her ears, violin case tucked under her arm (no way was that getting checked in baggage) a tote bag with her travel necessities of a book, cell phone, chargers, water, and various magazines, carry on bag with all the things she couldn't bear to be without in case the stupid airline lost her luggage, and her bedraggled rag doll appearance, she sure made a statement. Sadly, it probably wasn't the one she had intended.<br><br>Natalya still couldn't believe she was being sent off to some kind of private boarding school. Her Aunt had given her next to no information about the place. Not even the name. Hell, for all Natalya knew she was being sent off to prison. It was in this frame of mind that her golden brown eyes scanned the people waiting for the arrivals off the plane. She was looking for some kind of chauffeur stiffly holding a poster board sign that read "PETROV" but she didn't see any such thing. Her brow furrowed as she looked around again, worry starting to show in he features. Surely she hadn't been given a one way ticket out of her Aunt's life, had she? Silly notions. She scoffed at herself and pushed the thought away. Really this just meant when she talked to her Aunt later she would have something to complain about, the thought should please her, and normally it would. Right now she was just too damned tired to appreciate it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 18:04:06</strong>
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				David could tell right away that Natalya would take some time to mold into the virtuoso that he was accustomed to producing.&nbsp; Her outlandish dress spoke of a child rebelling, of an innocence taken at an early age...likely due to the death of her parents.&nbsp; It was equally as likely that her aunt, whom David had spoken at length with via email and over the telephone before accepting his new protege, had thought to restrict her niece with a heavy hand.&nbsp; From looking at the girl, David could tell that she hadn't had the desired effect.&nbsp; If anything, it only further fueled that rebellious behavior.<br><br>David smiled.&nbsp; This one would prove quite the challenge.<br><br>He moved over to her, picture still in hand, and stopped, waiting for her to notice him.&nbsp; When she did, he smiled, and turned to show her the photograph.&nbsp; The picture was only a year old, and despite the outlandish way she dressed and the make up she wore, it was still the same girl.&nbsp; He kept his smile, however, and introduced himself.<br><br>"Hello, Natalya...I'm David Rohloff.&nbsp; I was the one that had spoken to your aunt about you coming to America."&nbsp; He paused, his hand extended, should she wish to shake it, or merely look at it disdainfully.&nbsp; He could tell that she wasn't in a great mood, but there was no better way to kill than with kindness.&nbsp; "Come, my car is waiting out front.&nbsp; We can get you situated and comfortable, and then, if you would indulge me, I should love to hear you play your violin..."<br><br>He turned then, and began moving through the crowd, heading to the parking lot, not even bothering to see if she would follow him or not.&nbsp; And of course, he let her carry her own luggage.&nbsp; It might have made him seem a jerk, but it was a beginning, a subtle one, that would begin to teach her self-reliance.&nbsp; If she were to truly become a concert violinist, able to make crowds weep and roar with applause when she was through, she would have to take these first few small steps toward her future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 15:41:41</strong>
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				Natalya didn't take his hand, her own were pretty full and she wasn't in the mood to readjust all her belongings just to accommodate him, especially since he had just told her that somehow her being here was all his fault. She murmured "Gee, thanks," and brushed past him on her way to the baggage claim. <br><br>By the time she made it to the doors she had the items she had carried on the plane along with 3 very large suitcases, crammed with everything she could imagine ever needing on her exile. That she had been forced to manage to get them to the front herself on one of those horrid trolleys that never steered right? Well, that only enforced her already horrid mood. Each one of those bags weighed nearly what she did, making putting them in the trunk no small task. By the time she had hoisted the last bag into the trunk and slammed it shut her forehead was dotted with perspiration, her cheeks flushed a bright pink.<br><br>She slid into the back seat with her small bag and violin, slammed the car door shut as hard as she could and glared at him. "Nice welcome, Mr. Rohloff," purposefully butchering his name as she slumped against the back of the seat and turned her head to stare out the window. She was behaving with all the grace of a nap deprived toddler right now, and couldn't have stopped herself if she tried. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 02:45:01</strong>
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				David grinned as he watched her struggle with her luggage.&nbsp; Had she only asked him, he wouldve helped her with at least one of her bags.&nbsp; But she was stubborn, and determined to be self-reliant. He supposed he couldn't blame her.&nbsp; Everything about her life was decided for her, from her time with her aunt after her parents were cruely taken from her, and now her arrival to his care.&nbsp; She had little choice in the way her life would be lived, even if it was only temporary.<br><br>When she slammed the trunk, he made a show of wincing as he held the door open for her.&nbsp; "Mind the doors, please." He said, his eyes narrowing.&nbsp; "I would hate to add repair costs from my vehicle to the cost of my services.&nbsp; And I don't think your aunt would be pleased either, would she?"<br><br>He closed the door after she entered, and moved around to the driver's side.&nbsp; He entered the vehicle and started the engine, and began pulling away from the airport.<br><br>"Tell me about yourself, my dear." He said. "I should like to know who it is that will bw sharing my home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:05:40</strong>
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				She ignored as fully as she could the threats of adding car repairs to her tuition. What the heck did she care about his car? Nothing, that's what. It wasn't like she wanted to be here. In fact, right now she would give anything to be home. Her home, not her Aunt's.<br><br><em>"I should like to know who it is that will be sharing my home."</em><br><br>Okay, that got her attention. She snapped her gaze from staring with mindless determination out the window to looking at him. "Sharing your home? I thought I was going to some boarding school?" Her harsh tone had been replaced by one sounding much smaller, her worry about her immediate future knocking her anger down a few pegs. Her throat felt too tight as she pressed further back against the car seat, her hands folding one over the other in a worried knot in her lap.<br><br>The shock of that single sentence seeped through her. Was he referring to the school as his home? If it was a small enough boarding school she supposed that would make some kind of sense, right? Her mind was turning over all the possible reasons he would have chosen those words, reasons that didn't make it sound like she was going to be actually living with him, at his private house. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 05:41:53</strong>
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				Yes, my home." He replied, glancing at her as he drove.&nbsp; "Your aunt didn't mention the accommodations?&nbsp; No, I suppose she wouldn't.&nbsp; You most likely would've refused.&nbsp; This is something of a desperate situation you're in, Natalya.&nbsp; The death of your parents, the way you've been acting lately, your beloved aunt being at her wits end...desperate times call for desperate measures, and if action wasn't taken, your gift would've been lost.&nbsp; And that would have been a greater tragedy than has ever occurred."<br><br>The car continued further along, moving into highway traffic and accelerating as David sped up, moving with the flow of traffic.&nbsp; He seemed calm and collected, and completely confident, something that every student of his came to learn.<br><br>"There are certain rules that must be followed while under my care.&nbsp; The first is respect.&nbsp; I am your teacher, and you the student.&nbsp; You are here to learn, and to grow, and to nurture your talent.&nbsp; You will not question my teaching methods, and you will do as asked.&nbsp; Failure to follow these rules will result in punishment.&nbsp; Now, rest assured, I am not a dictator.&nbsp; You will have time for revelry and amusement, but they are rewards.&nbsp; And they must be earned."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 06:41:58</strong>
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				Natalya's jaw dropped as he spoke, sounds of protest lodged in her throat, heat flooding her cheeks. Why in hell did everyone expect her to act as if everything was okay? Like she should just go on as she had and do the things she used to do? "How. Dare. You." she hissed out through clenched teeth. "You don't know me, you don't know my Aunt ... and you sure as hell never knew my parents," which was either accurate or not, since it could have been a possibility if she thought about it.<br><br>Her first reaction after that was to get out of the damned car. Not something that was going to happen with the car zipping down the highway, which only enraged her all the more. "My Aunt can't just send me off to live with some stranger! You can't just ..." she stammered a bit before she snapped out "And if I don't?" It was the most scathing thing she could think to say just then.<br><br>It wasn't like he could make her, right? What was the worse that could happen, he'd pack her up and send her off on a plane back to her Aunt? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 02:17:07</strong>
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				"You have little choice, I'm afraid..." he said, not bothering to look at her as she had her little outburst.&nbsp; In fact, he remained quite calm.&nbsp; The only indication that he was irritated at all by her behavior was a narrowing of his brow, and the tightening of his lips as he spoke.&nbsp; Otherwise, he was epitome of a man who was calm under pressure, cool and collected, despite his words.&nbsp; "You are under my supervision now, Natalya.&nbsp; Were anything to happen to you, I would be responsible.&nbsp; As I'm sure you're beginning to realize, I will not allow that to happen."<br><br>He continued driving, his eyes entirely on the road.&nbsp; Her defiance was to be expected, though her outburst had still angered him somewhat.&nbsp; He had to remind himself, however, that if he were to expect her to be obediant to him, he had to be obediant to his own code of conduct, to his own restraint, and bide his time.&nbsp; <br><br>"I must remind you of the terms of this arrangement.&nbsp; Disobedience will not be tolerated, and it will result in punishment.&nbsp; But moreso, do you really wish to risk your talent?&nbsp; You have a gift, whether you view it as such or not.&nbsp; How many can say that are capable of playing a concerto on the grand stage in Paris?&nbsp; How many have the ability to bring to life notes on an instrument in such a way as to make men weep?&nbsp; Would you willingly throw all that away?&nbsp; That's what will happen if you decide to return home.&nbsp; However, stay with me and I will help nurture your gift as I have for the many who have come before you.&nbsp; The choice is yours."<br><br>With that, he quickly pulled over onto the side of the road, and put the car into park.&nbsp; He sat there quietly, his gaze meeting her own, waiting to decide what she would do.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 02:30:45</strong>
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				Natalya fiddled with the strap on one of her bags as he spoke, trying to look for all the world like she didn't give two shits what he had to say. Only when she was reasonably sure he wasn't looking at her did she allow her own eyes to flicker toward the rear view mirror, catching glimpse of his forehead and a single eye before she quickly looked back to her lap. No point getting 'caught' looking at him. <br><br>She had been taking her hurt and anger out on the world ever since the accident that took her parents from her, truth of it was, she didn't even know how to begin to stop it now. She was sureher Aunt had fed him a line of crap, about how caring she was, how nurturing, and how poor little Natalya just wouldn't have any of it. Truth was her Aunt spent more time going to her clubs and committees than she spent with Natalya. She had often come home from school or practice to an empty house save for the servants. But whatever, right? <br><br>Sad someone had to be paid to give a shit what happened to her. She snorted softly once or twice during his little spiel, being careful to keep her eyes firmly focused out the window, watching the scenery go by. It wasn't until he pulled the car over and shifted into park that Natalya darted her gaze back to him nervously. Was he stopping so she could get out? Her hand actually moved to the door handle, though it only rested there as her stomach twisted, her heart beating erratically in her chest as she returned his gaze, unwilling to shift her eyes and look away. <br><br>It was several interminably long moments before she asked in as calm a voice as she could manage "How much longer?" <br><br>It was the closest she would come right now to accepting what he was offering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 02:41:16</strong>
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				"We will arrive in twenty minutes." he said, his gaze locked on her, whether she chose to return it or not.&nbsp; "You've made a wise choice, Natalya.&nbsp; I can understand your pain.&nbsp; My parents were murdered when I was twelve, the victims of a mugging gone bad.&nbsp; They thought my father some manner of wealthy man because he wore Italian leather shoes and my mother was adorned in pearls.&nbsp; Their deaths were hard for me to accept, as I'm certain yours are to you.&nbsp; But they gave my life meaning.&nbsp; To deal with the pain of their loss, I gave myself over thoroughly to music, and she hasn't abandoned me yet.&nbsp; Neither will I abandon you."<br><br>He remained still a moment longer, then slid the shifter into drive.&nbsp; He merged back into traffic and continued on, remaining quiet as they drove.&nbsp; It was two miles before he took an off-ramp that led into a quiet little suburb, the sign at the entrance reading, Pine Oaks Suburb.&nbsp; It was quiet, the streets empty for the most part.&nbsp; A mail man went about his morning route while a police officer drove through on his daily rounds.&nbsp; The houses were upscale, all of them two or more stories in height, and a combination of BMW's and Lexus vehicles lined nearly every driveway.<br><br>Finally, he pulled into a single driveway that led to his home.&nbsp; It was smaller than the rest, only two stories in height, but opulent enough to offer him peace and quiet, and the solitude needed to properly tutor his students.<br><br>"We're home, Natalya..." he said, turning the vehicle off and getting out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 03:00:19</strong>
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				She searched his eyes briefly, giving a faint nod of her head as she averted her gaze back to the window, murmuring a "Thank you," as she sagged back against the car seat once more. <br><br>She just wanted peace and quiet so she could quietly brood. She was exhausted, and not just from today, but bone deep weariness from the hard months following her parents death. She didn't want to identify with anyone, didn't want to care, didn't want to feel anything. She wanted to slip into a deep sleep and hibernate until the pain went away. And she definitely did not want to understand this mans pain, to have anything in common with him, or have his pity.<br><br>Still, she couldn't help but listen to him, to turn a curious look his way, even if only for a glimmer of a moment. <br><br>It was a very ordinary looking neighborhood they pulled into, albeit an obviously well to do one, her attention lighting from house to house as they passed. She feigned indifference to the whole thing until he pulled the car into the driveway of one, her eyes going to it more intently than they had any other on the street. She flinched when he said "We're home, Natalya" because even though it was in a different language, it was exactly what her father would say to her when they arrived home with Natalya sleepy in the backseat after a long night at a concert. <br><br>It took her a few moments to recover, to swallow the lump in her throat and blink back the tears that threatened. When she had finally regained control she opened her car door and slid out warily, like the ground might just open up and swallow her at any moment. "It's nice," she said, her voice rather flat though it was unintended for once. <br><br>She was overcome with awkwardness as she started to retrieve her things from the back seat, the situation was hardly the same as arriving at boarding school afterall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 03:08:39</strong>
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				This time, he did move to help her with her things, carrying the heavier bags for her.&nbsp; He escorted her within, pausing only breifly to fumble with his keys as he opened the door.&nbsp; He entered, and allowed her to do the same, before closing the door behind her.&nbsp; He sat her suitcases by the entrance, and placed the keys in his pocket.&nbsp; He looked about, inviting her to do the same, and smiled slightly as he turned his gaze back to her own.<br><br>"I must admit I am rather looking forward to some company.&nbsp; My home has been empty for nearly a year now and I could do with polite conversation.&nbsp; But for now, why don't you get comfortable.&nbsp; Your room is upstairs, first on the right.&nbsp; The bathroom is at the end of the hall, and you can freshen up if you'd like before dinner.&nbsp; It will be served promptly at 6 pm.&nbsp; I expect you to be prompt."<br><br>He turned, as though to go prepare their meal, and stopped, turning to face her once more.<br><br>"Thank you, Natalya, for not throwing away what you have.&nbsp; Nothing is more heart breaking to me." he said, then nodded, and went about his path to the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 03:35:36</strong>
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				She felt ten times more awkward as she entered his home. Their home now. She didn't know what to do, what to say, or how to act in this situation, for despite all the travel she had done over the years, it had never been alone. She managed another "thank you," to him as she picked up the bags she had carried with her on the plane; her violin, the carry on bag and her tote bag. Anything she would need immediately was in these three. <br><br>She had already taken a step toward the stairs when he had turned and actually thanked her for not choosing to return home immediately. Her cheeks colored as she stammered softly, having nothing to say in reply. How was she supposed to say a polite 'you're welcome' to that and not feel foolish? Thankfully she didn't have to, since he didn't linger waiting for a response from her, so she turned and hurried up the stairs, moving first to what was to be her room. <br><br>She laid her bags on her bed and settled her violin case on the bookcase before turning to open her carry on bag and withdraw a pair of heather grey pajama bottoms, clean panties and a white tank top. After a long day of travelling in the getup she had on it was going to be a welcome change. Gathering her toiletries she made her way down to the bathroom, closed the door and after a moments thought flicked the lock on the knob. She wasn't long to climb into a blistering hot shower, scrubbing away the grime from travel along with the myriad layers of makeup and hair products. When she emerged from the shower she wrapped a towel around her hair and another around her body, leaving her toiletries in the bathroom and made her way back to her room where she proceeded to dress.<br><br>By the time she made her way down the stairs it was ten minutes until six. Her hair hung in damp curls around her face, which was scrubbed of every last bit of makeup, giving her an innocence she hadn't worn coming off the plane, and she was wearing her pajama bottoms and tank top. She wandered off in the direction he had when he left her, assuming she would find him in the kitchen.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 03:47:23</strong>
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				He was busy putting the finishing touches on a grand meal of lasagna, garlic bread and spiced red potatoes when she emerged, clad only in a simple pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top.&nbsp; Her hair was damp still, and her face was blessedly free of the heavy cosmetics she had worn earlier.&nbsp; He stopped in his preparations and looked at her, nearly stunned by the transformation.&nbsp; He recovered quickly enough, though it was obvious that seeing her thus had had an effect on him.<br><br>"Dinner will be ready shortly..." he said.&nbsp; "I certainly hope you like Italian cuisine.&nbsp; There is tea and milk in the refridgerator if you would like some refreshment while you wait."&nbsp; He went back to his work, and in but a few minutes, he began scooping up two plates of food, and bringing them into the dining room.&nbsp; He sat the table neatly and cleanly, and called for her when it was time to dine.&nbsp; He waited for her to be seated before he took his own chair, looking down at the plate hungrily.<br><br>"Evening meals will be taken in the dining room at six pm every evening..." he said.&nbsp; "You can expect nothing but home cooked meals.&nbsp; However, if you wish something in particular, you can make me a list and I will prepare it for you.&nbsp; There will be no junk food of any kind in this home.&nbsp; Fuel of the body must be of the highest caliber in order for your mind to operate at its peak.&nbsp; Now come....enjoy your meal.&nbsp; I'm sure you're famished from your trip."
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				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 04:13:57</strong>
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				<br>Natalya gave him one of those 'What?' looks that only a teenage girl could manage to do just right. She wouldn't notice having any more effect on him than the brief stare, and would run a hand through her hair self consciously, wondering if some part was sticking out wildly. Given the way her hair curled it wouldn't be entirely out of the question. <br><br>"I like it well enough," she said as she padded across the floor in her bare feet and tugged open the refrigerator, getting out the iced tea. A small amount of trial and error yielded her the cupboard that held the glasses to which she added as much ice as would fit before filling it with iced tea. "It smells good," she finally added, just as she lifted the glass to her mouth for a sip.<br><br>Once he went back to his work of preparing their meal she started to wander around, exploring the nearby rooms of the first floor. Which really meant she wandered back toward the front door before she heard him call for her. <br><br>She found the dining room with little trouble and slid into her seat amid his small speech, right at the same moment he mentioned no junk food. Her jaw literally dropped as she looked up at him "But we could make pizza, right? And brownies?" she wasn't all that well versed in American cuisine, but she knew she liked those two things for sure, and well, homemade pizza wasn't bad for you, right? And brownies, if made with fine ingredients? "Dark chocolate has proven health benefits," she added in a rush of words, in case he didn't happen to know that very important piece of information. <br><br>She sether glass on the table and shifted in her seat, picking up her fork as she looked at the food in front of her. She was definitely starving after the long day, something she became aware of only when she had a plate of food in front of her, and she didn't waste any time in picking up the piece of garlic bread and taking a bit bite and making appreciative sounds amidst her chewing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 04:27:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Johnathon watched her begin to eat, and he smiled.<br><br>"Yes, we can have those things.&nbsp; I prefer making them myself, however.&nbsp; Most of the processed food in the grocery stores are too chemically altered, and therefore have negative effects on the growth of the human body." he explained, pausing to take a bite of his lasagna and chew it quietly.&nbsp; "There are other rules, but most of them will come in the following days.&nbsp; For now, if you would indulge me, I would like to know a bit more about you.&nbsp; Do you miss your aunt, your home?&nbsp; Do your friends know where you've gone and for what reason?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 04:39:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya exhaled a sigh of relief, picking up her fork and cutting of a fairly large bite of the lasagna, which promptly disappeared into her mouth. <br><br>Her brow creased into a neat row of furrows as he asked his small deluge of questions, her fork waving midair for a moment as she tried to decide which to answer first, if any. It had been easy to forget her circumstance, at least to let them slip silent for awhile, when they had been doing everyday things.<br><br>She finished chewing her mouthful, swallowing it down with a long sip of her tea before answering. As she spoke she toyed with her food, breaking off another bite that she simply pushed around her plate for awhile. "My Aunt. Do I miss her? Hardly know her. We saw her for the occasional holiday and funeral but we didn't live near her or anything. I miss my home, my real home. My Aunt says it won't be sold, but is in the hands of a caretaker until I am old enough to live there on my own. My friends ... my friends were mostly people I knew from my old school, or people I know from my music classes, I didn't really bother getting to know anyone at my Aunts. My old friends? Didn't hear from them so much after I moved, except for Anna, she sends me emails and leaves me messages on facebook. She knows I was being sent to the states to a boarding school, but not that I'm here, here, since I didn't know. You do have internet here, don't you?" Yes, all of that had been said in almost a single breath, and now that she had gotten it out with minimal pain, she took another bite of the lasagna, though she had lost her appetite for the most part.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 04:50:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon listened quietly, nodding occasionally.&nbsp; When she spoke of her friend Anna, he forced a smile, and nodded to her question about his internet connectivity. <br><br>"I do, yes, but as with anything, it is a privilege.&nbsp; I will warn you that your time here will be a strict regimen of study and practice.&nbsp; Privileges are earned by proper behavior and diligent study.&nbsp; Therefore, I will have to confiscate your laptop every night at 9 pm.&nbsp; I know, its sounds harsh, but it simply will not do to have you awake all night on Facebook when your next day starts at 7 am."&nbsp; He took another bite of his food, washing it down with a glass of milk, before continuing.&nbsp; "I understand that you're likely not used to such a disciplined life style.&nbsp; I assure you that my methods have resulted in world-renowned concert musicians.&nbsp; You've heard of Bernardo Revaldi?&nbsp; Constance Heward?&nbsp; They've all been my students and today they're traveling the world playing for politicians and dignitaries the world over."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 05:03:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya dropped her fork to her plate with a clink and rattle of silver against china. "You're going to TAKE my laptop? I have a bedtime?" She stammered in disbelief as she glared at him across the table, her somewhat pleasant mood immediately disrupted by being treated like a child who still attended elementary school. "I'm not a child, even my own parents didn't treat me like that." Her words weren't laced with venomous anger like they had been earlier, but they weren't very friendly either. The way he spoke made her feel as if he thought her parents too had been negligent in their duties for not raising her in a prison-like environment. <br><br>She had heard the names, of course. She would have had to have lived in complete isolation not to know those names as a musician herself. Hearing them did little to soften the blow of what he had said prior, leaving her to stare at her plate. <br><br>"Might I be excused?" she mumbled under her breath, suddenly not wishing to be anywhere near him right now. Besides, if her time limit on her laptop was going to be from the hours of between dinner and 9pm? She wanted to make as much use of it as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 16:18:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can understand your reservations, my dear..." He said, his gaze rising to meet her own.&nbsp; "But I would advise caution.&nbsp; Excesses now will lead to a greater divide between you and your gift.&nbsp; You may be excused."<br><br>He fell silent then, giving her leave to go to her room if she wished.&nbsp; The brief moment of peace and partial acceptance&nbsp; lasted, but she had proven herself capable of adapting to the regimen he had set forth.&nbsp; He had heard her skill and had nearly wept at such talent.&nbsp; Now if he could only mold her into the proper student, she would be able to further hone that ability, and become his finest student ever.<br><br>But in order for her to truly accept him as her tutor, she would need to be taught a lesson in the price of disobedience.&nbsp; It was a lesson he would teach before the night was through...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 21:15:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya pushed from the table, her emotions barely contained as she picked her dishes up from the table. She didn't look at him again as she made her way from the dining room to the kitchen, though once in the kitchen she downed the rest of her iced tea and refilled her glass with water, leaving her dishes sitting on the counter. <br><br>She could feel the tears prickling at her eyes, burning as they threatened to spill over, her throat growing tight as she held them back. She was damned if she was going to let him see how upset she as right now, so she hurried along the hallway, her bare feet padding softly as she raced up the stairs..<br><br>As soon as she was up the stairs and in her room she shut the door and dug out her laptop. She plugged it in then plopped down in the center of her bed. First order of business was to write her Aunt a scathing email for selling her like some mail order bride into white slavery. A bit dramatic perhaps, but it would serve her Aunt right to worry that maybe she had indeed done such a thing, if she cared at all. <br><br>As soon as she hit send on that, she would check messenger to see if her friend Anna was on, all while pulling up the cheesy paint program that had been pre-installed. She figured he would not only confiscate her laptop but nose into it like some KGB agent. Oh yes, she was hiding all sorts of state secrets on her laptop, right? She snorted as she created a bright yellow background and wrote on it in angry red letters "PRIVATE KTHXBAI". As soon as she was done she swapped out her usual wallpaper of a violin and roses for this new one, aimed at making her 'teacher' feel like an ass. Anna hadn't been on so all of this took less than a half an hour, and because she didn't feel like being on her laptop when he came to collect it she shut it off, leaned over and slid it to the end of the bed then flopped over onto her stomach. <br><br>Of course, as tired as she was she fell right asleep, even with her stomach protesting at her lack of a proper meal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 19:24:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon had finished his meal in peace, despite Natalya's leaving, fleeing to her room like the petulant child she was.&nbsp; He had merely sighed, only slightly irritated by her reaction.&nbsp; She would learn her place soon enough, he mused, chewing thoughtfully on a fork full of spaghetti.&nbsp; <br><br>As the night wore on, he had retired to his study, pouring himself a glass of scotch and lighting one of his favorite cigars.&nbsp; He sat quietly by the fire place, watching as the flames licked the old stonework.&nbsp; It was quiet, peaceful, but despite that, he couldn't seem to relax.&nbsp; Seeing his young protege in her simple pajamas had stirred something within him, something he'd thought long dead.&nbsp; She was but a teenager, a young woman, but her supple curves and slender body had ignited his passion, had reminded him how long it had been since he'd been with a woman.&nbsp; Despite himself, he couldn't help but wonder if she were yet a virgin, or if she'd lost that too when her life had been pulled out from under her.<br><br>He stood, his cigar smoked and his scotch gone, and exited his study.&nbsp; He climbed the stairs and began moving quietly toward her room.&nbsp; He heard little, and figured that she was probably asleep.&nbsp; He opened the door quietly, and walked in, seeing her lying face down on the bed.&nbsp; Her backside, so firm and appealing, drew his eye.&nbsp; He collected her laptop, and as he did, he slowly reached up, laying one hand on the gentle rise of her ass.&nbsp; He let it linger for a moment, then shook her gently, as though he'd merely been trying to rouse her.<br><br>"Best to sleep under the covers, Natalya." He said.&nbsp; "This old house gets quite cool at night."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 02:44:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took Natalya several moments for his shaking to rouse her out of her slumber, and when it finally did she rolled from her front to back, looking up at him in confusion. Her tank top had ridden up her front leaving a several inch swath of her abdomen exposed, the sudden shill when she no longer had the warmth of the mattress pressing against her front making her nipples start to harden. None of which she realizes as she raised a hand to her face to rub at her eyes and push her hair out of her face. <br><br>Of course then it all came back to her and she made a slight face as she said "Repo time?" her eyes flickering to the laptop he held in his hand then back up to his face. Maybe she realized the affect she had on him, but likely not. Even so, she lifted her hips and skimmed her hand under her, tugging the blankets down enough that she could lift her feet and pull her knees in to her belly, then slip them under the blankets. <br><br>She didn't mean to sound inviting as she murmured "And does my tuition include being tucked into bed as well?" when she asked it. If anything it had been meant as a little biting retort as he hauled off her laptop, only her voice was still softly slurred from sleep, her hair dishevelled, and her looking entirely too innocent. Which she was. Despite all her outlandish dress and behaviour, she hadn't gone so far as to start sleeping around with boys.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:06:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her soft flesh as her tank top had ridden up, and his gaze was immediately drawn to her hard nipples, nearly poking through her shirt from the chill.&nbsp; He watched as she drew the covers up over herself with a slight bit of regret.&nbsp; She was so very young and innocent and alluring that he almost didn't catch her sarcastic remarks.<br><br>He calmly sat the laptop down, then turned and with one quick tug, tore the sheets from her.&nbsp; He wrapped them around his arm, glaring at her, his eyes narrowing dangerously.<br><br>"You will learn that sarcasm isn't appreciated, my young guest..." He said.&nbsp; He turned to leave, scooping up her laptop on his way toward the door. When he reached the threshold, he turned, looking at her one last time before turning the lights out.<br><br>"Sleep well, Natalya."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 20:12:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya was too startled at first to say a single word. In fact, she uttered no sound beyond the initial gasp when he tore the covers from her and proceeded to walk out. The moment he was out the door though she was up and out of bed to slam the light back on and proceed to start to dig through her bags for an oversized sweater that she proceeded to tug on, followed by a pair of thick socks that doubled as slippers for her. She wanted to scream, to grab her bags and walk out into the night, to run anywhere but here. Only she had no place else to go. <br><br>She was too angry right now to sleep, too frustrated to even sit back down on her bed, so she started pacing in her room, her hands placed firmly on her hips. Every few steps her eyes went to her violin case. It was only minutes before she had the case in her hands, her fingers undoing the fastenings to reach in and curl around the neck of her violin and pull it from the case to run her fingers lovingly over the polished wood. <br><br>She reached for her bow and with a slow deep breath she nestled the violin along her shoulder, her chin settling into place as she dragged the bow across the strings. Her eyes closed with the first few soft notes, played so quietly that she hoped he wouldn't hear her. Her heart ached, her violin spilling her emotions into the night as tears slipped silently down her cheeks.<br><br><div align="center">The Red Violin (Very sad violin music) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAuQb_bKI0Q&amp;feature=related#)</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 05:23:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon moved quietly to his own room, taking her blankets and her laptop with him.&nbsp; He deposited the heavy quilt into one corner, then moved to his bed, sitting down to let himself relax.&nbsp; Perhaps he had been a little harsh with her, but his anger at her crude sarcasm needed venting.&nbsp; Besides, she deserved the cold night ahead of her.&nbsp; Her bratty behavior would need correcting, and the sooner the better.&nbsp; He opened her laptop, and began rummaging through her personal files, reading any saved text documents or emails, and flipping through any pictures on her hard drive.&nbsp; He pondered for a moment whether or not she had a thumb drive, some tiny, concealable USB card that she could keep hidden.&nbsp; He would have to search her belongings for it, he decided, but that was a task for another day.<br><br>Nearly ten minutes later, finding nothing particularly important on her computer, he activated the webcam feature built into her laptop.&nbsp; He had decided earlier that night that he couldn't quite trust her on her own, even in the privacy of her own room, and had counted on there being a webcam on her portable computer.&nbsp; Tinkering with the settings, he set it so that it was always on, and that the IP address it routed to was his own personal computer.&nbsp; Glancing at his own computer screen, he smiled, seeing an image of himself reflected there.&nbsp; Using the finger mouse to exit the program, he grinned wider, still seeing himself projected onto his screen, and he closed the laptop quietly, setting it aside.&nbsp; Moving to his desk, he minimized the window for the monitor, and settled down for a good night's sleep.<br><br>When morning came, he rose, taking his time to shower and dress, before leaving his room and taking her laptop with him.&nbsp; It was early still, little more than seven am, and as he came near Natalya's room, he paused to listen.&nbsp; It was quiet, and after a few moments, he decided she must still be asleep.&nbsp; He entered the room, moving quietly, and sat her laptop on the dresser near the door.&nbsp; He crept over to her, moving toward the bed, and smiled as he realized she was curled into the fetal position, no doubt to stay warm.&nbsp; He stood there, his eyes drawn to the small of her back.&nbsp; The heavy sweater she wore had ridden up, exposing her hip.&nbsp; He knelt next to her, his hand moving out to lay gently upon the exposed flesh.&nbsp; She was so soft that he had to swallow the lustful moan that rose, and instead opted to shake her slightly to wake her.<br><br>"Come, Natalya...breakfast will be in thirty minutes.&nbsp; You have until then to shower and dress, and prepare for your day."&nbsp; With that, he rose, and exited the room, grinning at the thought of the video he'd have to watch later that day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 06:19:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya hadn't fallen asleep until the wee hours of the morning, thanks to the blanket thieving asshole who was thought he was her overlord. Despite bundling up in her warm clothes, it just wasn't the same as burrowing into warm blankets and drifting off peacefully. Add in that she was also in a strange room, in a strange house, in a strange city. She was going to be in a fine mood being woken so early.<br><br>She was blissfully unaware of him as he came in her room, that is until he started to shake her awake. She groaned and tried to roll over and tug the blankets over head. Only she didn't have any blankets, which made her groan turn into a grumpy sound as she buried her head in her arms. "Too tired," she mumbled into her pillow, her body tensing as she became aware of his hand on her back. His bare hand ... on her bare back. <br><br>It was just then that he withdrew his hand and stood, leaving her to pull her pillow over her head and pretend to still sleep. He had woken her just enough that going right back to sleep would be impossible. She didn't need to shower since she had taken one just last night, so she laid there for several minutes, bouncing one of her feet impatiently against the mattress before she grunted and shoved herself up to sit. <br><br>She raked a hand through her hair before stretching her arms up over her head. Just as she saw her laptop. Apparently the jerk wasn't going to hold it hostage all day long. She stood up and moved over to her suitcase, bending over to start pulling out neatly folded piles of clothes. She arranged a few stacks on the bed before tugging open dresser drawers and neatly putting them in. She was a bit of a neat freak when it came to her stuff so he wasn't ever likely to have a complaint about how she kept her room. Every few piles she would tug a piece of clothing out, lay it on her bed and go back to putting things away. Because she had packed with some sense of order it didn't take her very long to get most of it put away.<br><br>What was left on the bed was a pair of black leggings, a black miniskirt with graffiti printed on it and a tight fitting black babydoll t-shirt. She shucked out of her sweater, tank top and pajama bottoms, leaving those in a pile at the foot of the bed. This left her standing there in her panties before she slipped into her chosen outfit for the day in no particular hurry. She wore no bra, since she rarely 'needed one' and definitely not just for a day at home. Her shirt had a gently scooped neck that left her collarbones and a great deal of her chest exposed, though it was in no way meant to be revealing. The thin soft fabric clung to her form, but it certainly wasn't done with intent. <br><br>Because they were going to be inside, or at least she assumed they would, she tugged the thick socks she had worn to bed back on, finger combed her hair and gathered it with a leather thing at the base of her skull, slicked on some chapstick and called herself ready for the day. <br><br>A quick trip to the bathroom allowed her to go to the bathroom, wash her hands and brush her teeth. Once all of that was done she headed on downstairs without even going back to her room because her stomach was growling loudly, having not eaten since she was on the plane the day before. She went straight for the kitchen, hoping to find some coffee, even if it meant having to see him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 06:27:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he had left her room, he had quietly returned to his own bedroom, resisting the urge to run to get there as fast as he could.&nbsp; He sat down at his monitor, and watched, his eyes stuck to the screen, as she began to undress.&nbsp; The sight of her slim, nude body was incredibly arousing, and his pants stiffened almost immediately.&nbsp; Her small breasts were stunning, and the slender curve of her hips made him want to bury his face there, to savor her scent and the feel of her flesh against his own.&nbsp; When he finished watching, he stood, his erection throbbing, and turned the computer screen off.&nbsp; He left the room, hurrying downstairs and busying himself with breakfast preparations.&nbsp; Keeping his mind busy helped his body to relax once more, and by the time she had sleepily come downstairs, he had a cup of coffee waiting for her, with a small saucer that held a spoon, a small cup of cream and small blocks of sugar.<br><br>"Good morning..." he began, his hands busy stirring a cooking pan of scrambled eggs.&nbsp; Bacon was sizzling on another skillet, and the smell of baking bread wafted through the kitchen.&nbsp; He was obviously quite the cook, it seemed, and wasn't afraid of making sure that the both had a very healthy and appetizing diet.&nbsp; "How did you sleep?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 06:40:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya murmured a 'good morning,' in reply. Mostly because she could smell the coffee, which already made her feel a bit more civil that she had planned to be. But then he asked how she slept. "Like shit, thanks for asking," mumbled as she dumped 4 sugar cubes and a generous amount of cream into her coffee, stirring it until she was sure the sugar melted. <br><br>She peered over at the bacon frying in the pan. It wasn't like the bacon they had back home, but it sure did smell good mixed with the scent of coffee and bread. At least she wouldn't starve here. Unless she kept getting up from the table before she ate. No matter how foul her mood was this morning that wasn't likely to happen, she was starving. Her stomach rumbled loudly just then, making her jerk her gaze in his direction, her cheeks coloring a bit. She didn't exactly want him knowing how hungry she was. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 06:50:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon's visage soured as she replied so very rudely.&nbsp; But then her stomach rumbled, her hunger obvious, and his grimace softened, if only slightly.&nbsp; He went back to his work, moving quietly, the tediousness of the preparations seemingly lost on him.&nbsp; He was methodical and precise in his cooking, as he seemed to be with everything else.&nbsp; Moments later, he retrieved two plates from the cupboard, and began filling them with equal amounts of eggs and bacon.&nbsp; Then, he pulled the baked bread from the oven, careful to lift it with thick oven mitts, and took his time removing the freshly baked loaf from the pan.&nbsp; He sliced it into thick and generous servings, the bread still steaming as he placed the slices onto the plate as well.&nbsp; Taking them both, he moved into the dining room, saying nothing as he walked.<br><br>It wasn't until they had both taken their seats that he spoke.<br><br>"Last night was a lesson.&nbsp; I told you in the beginning that there would be punishments for rude or vulgar behavior.&nbsp; You agreed, whether you care to admit it or not, that you would abide by those rules, and the punishment for breaking them, when you failed to step out of my vehicle.&nbsp; I will forgive your rude language this morning, and simply assume it has more to do with your hunger and your cold night than any ill-will towards my person."<br><br>He pulled a butter dish close to him and began spreading the butter generously on both of their slices of bread.&nbsp; On either side of their table settings were large glasses of milk and orange juice, the better to round out the meal.&nbsp; He began eating, saying nothing else, though he did glance at his new charge occasionally, especially at the low cut of her body stocking.&nbsp; He doubted that she knew the effect it had on him, but to his chagrin, his erection returned, and he found enjoying his meal slightly difficult.&nbsp; He was grateful for the table covering his waist, however, and continued eating as though nothing was the matter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 07:12:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya followed him into the dining room, cradling her cup of coffee for dear life between her hands, sipping at it as she walked. She slipped into her seat while still sipping, not setting the mug down until her plate was in front of her. She actually had the good grace to look sheepish when he spoke, even if she did blame him for her cold night. <br><br>She chewed at the inside of her cheek, wanting to say something back, but really not wanting to miss out on yet another meal because of it. When he passed her the slice of buttered bread she spoke a soft "Thank you" before taking a large bite, the butter dripping on her fingers. As soon as she finished chewing the mouthful she sucked the butter off her fingers, then bit off another bite of the bread, speaking in between bites "This is really good," because even if she wasn't wanting to have early morning conversation, she couldn't let it pass unsaid.&nbsp; She would finish the entire thick slice of bread before she paid any attention to the other food. <br><br>She didn't exactly lack manners, but given how hungry she was she wasn't about to take her time with eating. Every once in awhile she would look over at him from across the table, usually while she was taking a sip of her juice or coffee. It was probably a good thing she was too naive to realize the effect she had on him or she would have gone running for the hills. <br><br>"Will I be doing all my schoolwork here, or just music?" asking for the first time just how her life here might be. It was amazing how amicable a full stomach could make her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 07:23:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon kept his glances nonchalant, the better to avoid any suspicion on her part.&nbsp; That time would come, he was certain, but not yet.&nbsp; No, she had yet to be inundated to the lifestyle he would require of her, and small steps were best for the time being.&nbsp; He continued eating, watching as she hungrily devoured her slice of bread, and then continued on with the rest of her meal.&nbsp; He nodded quietly when she announced that the food was to her liking, and finished his own bite before speaking.<br><br>"Your time here will be focused entirely on music.&nbsp; While your grade point average had declined since...the incident...you are an intelligent young girl, Natalya.&nbsp; At the end of the month I will be sending for the test for you to take in order to recieve your general education diploma.&nbsp; It is the same as a diploma from any high school, minus the tedious educating of teachers who despise their students."<br><br>"However, there will be a physical regimen we will perform every midday.&nbsp; Physical endurance is a must for your talent, to keep your body toned and therefore your mind sharp.&nbsp; It will begin as a mile run, followed by a strenuous tai-chi routine, and will end with a workout of your choice.&nbsp; Personally, I prefer swimming, but you may do as you wish.&nbsp; But come, eat.&nbsp; We have a long day ahead of us and it is only beginning."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 07:33:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya gave what was probably her first genuine smile since meetinghim. No formal schooling, at least for the time being? To say she was ecstatic would be a gross understatement. She liked to think she was in pretty good shape physically, though the routine he had setup for her was likely to be a rude awakening for her.<br><br>"I've never done tai-chi before, it reminds me of ballet though," her whole demeanor had relaxed over breakfast, her food vanishing until she was left draining her glass of milk. Somehow she had managed to eat every last bit he set before her, as well as having consumed the milk, juice and her coffee. <br><br>It was only minutes after he told her of the long day coming that she was collecting her dishes and sliding out of her seat to carry it all into the kitchen. This time she rinsed off her dishes and settled them into the dishwasher. <br><br>She laced her fingers together, stretching both arms up over her head, rising up on the balls of her feet and having a good long stretch as she peered out the back window. Yup, food had definitely improved her humor. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 16:37:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon had finished eating as she did, and followed her into the kitchen.&nbsp; He went about cleaning as well, but as she paused to stretch, her gaze falling out over the back yard, his own eyes fell on her sleek, slender body.&nbsp; Her backside tightened as she stretched, and her pert breasts seemed to rise upward, as if wanting to draw his attention.&nbsp; Her long, toned thighs were accentuated by the form-fitting leotard, and the way her long, dark hair spilled over her back was enchanting.&nbsp; He collected himself quickly enough, but was momentarilly stunned by the display of sheer beauty from that simple act.&nbsp; <br><br>His erection had faded, thankfully, but the heat was there.&nbsp; It would be a long day, he thought, and he would have to use all of his years of self-discipline to keep from embarrassing himself.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, and after taking care of his own dishes, he moved to the living room, toward the baby grand piano he had situated in one corner.&nbsp; Turning to Natalya, he spoke, "Go, retrieve your violin.&nbsp; We will begin the day's studies with tonal and resonance instruction."<br><br>He sat down at the piano, adjusting the sheet music there, and prepared himself to play.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 18:14:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya parted ways with him as he went into the living room, grabbing on to the stair post to pivot herself around it before her lithe form bounded up the stairs to her room. She was only moments retrieving her violin, quickly padding down the stairs with a bounce to her step that hasn't been present since long before she boarded the plane. <br><br>It wasn't because she was particularly happy to be here. More because she was recognizing the benefit to being someplace that wasn't a reflection of her prior life. No familiar sights, no family or friends that had memories associated with her parents. Just everything new. Not that she could have labelled it or realized that was what was happening. <br><br>She laid the violin case on the couch, unfastened the buckles and lovingly extracted her beloved violin then the bow and moved over toward the piano to lean against it, the sun streaming in through the windows turning her pale olive skin a soft gold. <br><br>"Have you played long, the piano?" It was while he was sitting there that she actually bothered to look at him. Not the furtive casual glances or angered glares she had given him since he picked her up at the airport, but really looked at him, as someone who wasn't her enemy. Not that she wouldn't glare at him again, she was likely to do that before the hour was out. But right now she saw a fellow musician, his hands as they touched his sheet music, the angle of his jaw with the sunlight illuminating it. <br><br>It wasn't hard to imagine that he had many girls fawning over him in high school. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 19:42:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Twenty years..." he replied.&nbsp; "Since I was eight years old."&nbsp; <br><br>His fingers trailed over the keys lovingly, and as he began to play, his eyes slid closed.&nbsp; Every key stroke was perfect, every note rang out clearly, and it was quite obvious that he had long ago memorized the music, had mentally categorized the notes and sequence in his mind.<br><br>He was silent for several long moments, until his eyes opened and he finished the melody.&nbsp; He inhaled deeply, them turned his gaze to meet her own.<br><br>"Let's begin by playing your favorite score, whatever it may be.&nbsp; You will lead, and I will accompany you on the piano."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 20:07:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya didn't have just one favorite score. In fact, she liked to play nearly anything on her violin, from the expected classical pieces that instructors liked to pick apart note by note dissecting and analyzing to make comments on like 'so and so plays that stanza with such melancholy it makes you weep' blah, blah, blah, to the decidedly unexpected. She far preferred the unexpected, so that is of course what she decided to choose from this morning.<br><br>Besides, she was in a relatively good mood. Her belly wasn't grumbling, he wasn't grumbling, and the sun was shining. She settled her violin on her shoulder, closing her eyes as she laid the bow across the strings, the toes of her foot tapping while she finally settled on 'a' song. <br><br>It might have taken him a few moments to realize that she wasn't playing a classical piece, and a few more to realize the song she had chosen was not only upbeat but something out of her parents lifetime, and not hers. Save that interest in the song had been rekindled thanks to a recent movie. Eventually there would be no mistaking the strains of Abba coming from her violin, in the form of 'Mamma Mia'.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 00:49:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon only smirked as she began to play.&nbsp; He recognized it himself, though he didn't particularly enjoy the piece.&nbsp; He did as he said he would, though, and after only a few lines into the song, he began to accompany her.&nbsp; He kept pace easily enough, and even began to play faster, trying to force her to do the same, to keep up with him.<br><br>"Come now, do keep up..." he said, going her.&nbsp; "This piece is childs play!"&nbsp; He sped up even faster, his fingers running over the keys, pounding out a crescendo as he played.&nbsp; His gaze rose to meet her own, as if challenging her to match his frantic pace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 06:37:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya loved lively songs. In fact, among her possessions she had a gorgeous old gypsy fiddle that played the most melancholy notes possible. And the liveliest jigs. Tones her classical violin couldn't quite wrap around. That didn't stop her from trying though, her bow dancing across the strings as her body started to bounce and rock to the tempo.<br><br>She flashed him a rather cheeky grin as he picked up the pace. She had no trouble whatsoever matching it, her fingers nimbly pushing the bow faster and faster across the strings. She held his gaze, taking up the challenge as she tried to push past his frantic pace and darn near succeeding until her fingers slipped and her bow twisted enough to draw the sound of a cat getting it's tail stepped on sound from her strings, the violin lowered from her shoulder as she laughed, trying to catch her breath.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 19:39:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon offered his own smirk as her bow missed its mark, and the violin screeched horridly.&nbsp; He finished the last few notes of the song himself, then sat back, and looked up at her.&nbsp; She was literally glowing from the experience, the utter joy of losing herself in the music, and to the challenge he set forth, making her radiant.&nbsp; He smiled, and reached up, his hands moving to her hips.&nbsp; He pulled her down onto the bench next to him, thrilling at the gentle touch of her flesh beneath his fingertips, before pulling his hands away.<br><br>"You kept up quite well..." he said, his hands returning to the keys once more.&nbsp; "But this time, we'll take it slower.&nbsp; Focus on matching the rhythm of my hands as I play.&nbsp; The difference between the two instruments might seem quite large, but really, they are on and the same in that they both produce comparable tones.&nbsp; Now, begin playing once more, and I will accompany you."<br><br>His gaze slid to her chest, to the low cut line of her leotard, and the small, perky breasts beneath.&nbsp; He wanted to pull her close to him, to relish in her soft, young flesh.&nbsp; The music was surely part of his exhilaration, yes, but if he were truthful with himself, having a young woman in his home after so many years of being alone was more the true culprit than he cared to admit.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 15:42:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya felt happier than she had in some time. It was a temporary thing, no doubt, this good mood of hers. For now though it was firmly in place. She was still laughing when he guided her down onto the bench beside him.<br><br>She grinned when he made comment on a violin and piano producing a similar tone. Every violin player knew their instrument of choice to be superior. She was so focused on his hands that she wasn't aware of where his gaze would slide. Once more the violin was lifted to her shoulder, the bow beginning to move across the strings brightly. <br><br>Even though she was focused on the music, she was also focused on his hands. She thought piano players always seemed to have the nicest hands, and his were no exception. It was almost like the music they played infused itself into their hands, giving them a grace and strength 'normal' hands lacked. <br><br>Her breath caught and she fumbled on a note when she belatedly thought of the way his hands had felt on her hips when he pulled her down onto the bench. Fingers strong but gentle, guiding her. Her cheeks flushed hotly with the thought, her gaze darting rapidly away from his hands. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 16:43:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon stopped playing as she fumbled with the violin, the song flying from her as she became distracted...but by what?&nbsp; He turned his gaze to look at her, at the red heat spreading along her neck and chest as her blush spread across her body.&nbsp; Had his touch had more of an effect on her than he realized?&nbsp; His left hand moved to her thigh, nestled at the curve of her hip, and he leaned in closer to her as he spoke.<br><br>"What's wrong, Natalya?" he asked.&nbsp; His position brought him a better view of her young, soft breasts, and his erection returned almost instantly.&nbsp; "Are you okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 21:56:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya jerked to a complete halt when his hand moved to her thigh. It was meant as a comforting touch, surely, but it had her completely flustered. Her eyes shot to his face as she gave a quick nod of her head. "I'm fine, I just lost my place ... and ... I hate that. Especially with such a simple song." Yes, she was trying to cover her blush as embarrassment.<br><br>She wasn't used to be alone with a guy. She hadn't thought about it now, but she was suddenly faced with the notion of being utterly alone with a guy (albeit one nearly old enough to be her father) for the first time in her life. For days and weeks on end. Even the few dates she had gone on in the past had been with a small group of friends, her father having not allowed one on one dates yet.<br><br>"I ... uh ... might I get a glass of water?" her gaze dropping to her violin as she settled it on her opposite thigh. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 04:20:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Surely..." he said, his fingers tightening on her flesh only slightly before his hand slid back.&nbsp; His fingers went to the keys once more, and began playing, a melancholy tune but one full of a sad melody.&nbsp; As she stood, moving to the kitchen, he only glanced back momentarilly, his gaze drawn to the tightly clad back side of the girl, before he looked back to his sheet music.<br><br>The feel of her body beneath his hand was liquid fire!&nbsp; He had to fight to keep his erection hidden, to keep the bulge protruding from his pants out of her sight.&nbsp; But what if she saw it, he asked himself?&nbsp; Would she scream in disgust and demand to be sent elsewhere?&nbsp; Or would her curiosity take her past that, into an explorative mode, and into the depths of curiosity and lust that he hoped to lead her to?<br><br>"Come, Natalya..." he said, after nearly a minute had passed.&nbsp; "Let us continue."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 06:21:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya vanished to the kitchen where she quickly got a glass of water with several ice cubes in it, the soft tinkle of ice against glass echoing as she fidgeted with it. Her brow furrowed as she stared at the ice bobbing about in the water, trying to make sense of the silly school girl fluttering in her belly.<br><br>She was being ridiculous, and she knew it. This was some kind of need for attention, for human touch that she had been lacking since her parents death. They had been affectionate in their upbringing of her, hugs were always in abundant supply. She hadn't realized how much she had missed simple affections like touches, and when they came from a man whose home she was currently sharing?<br><br>She would be so embarrassed if he knew that his touches had any effect on her whatsoever. She hurried up and gulped some water down when he called to her "Be right there ..." she called out before she set the glass on the counter and quickly splashed cool water on her face, using one of the hand towels to dry off with before she headed back intothe living room, hoping she looked a lot less flustered than she felt. <br><br>She gave him a lopsided smile as she retrieved her violin and stood there awkwardly. "Think I'm jet lagged," she murmured softly as she gave him an apologetic look.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 06:29:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luckily, Jonathon had had time to calm himself before she returned from the kitchen.&nbsp; However, when she returned, her face still slightly flushed, he smiled, and stepped away from the piano.&nbsp; He pushed the bench in, then leaned against the lid, his eyes studying her.&nbsp; Her lopsided grin was so very cute, and only added to the charismatic effect she had on him.&nbsp; She was pulling him closer, likely without even realizing it, and it was a lure that he wasn't certain he wished to fight.<br><br>"Perhaps that is enough lesson for one day..." he said.&nbsp; "At least until your jet lag fades.&nbsp; Perhaps we should move onto the physical portion of your day?&nbsp; I think a good run would help to clear your head.&nbsp; Come, head upstairs and change for a jog.&nbsp; I will rejoin you here in ten minutes."<br><br>He placed a hand on her shoulder, offering a slight smile, and then headed upstairs to change.&nbsp; He closed his bedroom door, and slid out of his clothes, being certain to turn the monitor on to his computer.&nbsp; He wouldn't miss the chance to see her undress once again, and he had given her ten minutes after all...perhaps she would take the extra time to help alleviate her body's excitement.<br><br>The thought had him grinning, and growing hard once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 07:23:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a bob of her head in agreement as she crossed the room toward her violin case, carefully laying the bow and violin in their proper places and snapping the lid shut. "I'm not a very good runner," she said as she gathered her case up and gave him another faint smile as she wrinkled her nose. Physical exertion was definitely not her forte, but she couldn't disagree that getting out into the fresh air would be good for her jet lag. <br><br>She smiled up at him then followed him up the stairs, setting her violin on the end of the bed and stripping out of her clothes until she was left with just her panties on. She folded the clothes she had been wearing and set them on the end of the bed, fully intending to wear them again later and crossed to the dresser to open the middle drawer and rummage around for a pair of loose fitting light blue basketball shorts and a white tank top, unaware of the view she was giving him in the process. As an afterthought she tugged open the top drawer and pulled out a pale pink bra. <br><br>She caught her refection in the mirror as she turned to move to the bed and after she deposited her clothes on it she looked back to the mirror, her head tipping slightly as she studied her body. A hand skimmed down over her flat stomach, followed the slight curve of her hip as she lifted her hip with the press of her toes against the carpet, cocking her hip so she could see the curve of her ass. She frowned a bit as her hands skimmed up and cupped her small breasts, wondering if there was anything about her form that drew a mans eye, or if she still appeared too young and girlish. <br><br>She sighed as she dropped her hands to her side and shook her head at her reflection before she turned to the bed again and unceremoniously tugged on her bra, shorts and tank, in that order, followed by a pair of athletic socks and her trainers. Another glance in the mirror had her rolling the waistband of her shorts so they rode low on her hips, tugging at her bra straps until her breasts seemed to look a tiny bit bigger to her.<br><br>She scowled. This was silly, she was going on a run, not a date! She stuck her tongue out at herself and ran out of her room and down the stairs. Not seeing him in the living room she walked back to the kitchen and topped off her glass of water again, drinking it down in preparation for the run.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 15:27:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sight of her as her hands explored her body was breathtaking.&nbsp; Jonathon watched, unblinking, as her hands rose to cup her small, delicate breasts before she pulled on her tiny pink bra.&nbsp; If she were worried that she was too young to draw a mans attention, she wouldn't have to go far to find one, even if it weren't he.<br><br>When she finished dressing and went downstairs, Jonathon quickly tugged off his own clothes and began dressing for their run.&nbsp; He put on a simple muscle shirt, leaving his arms bare and most of his pectorals ass well.&nbsp; His shorts were loose and baggy, and as a last minute decision, he decided to forego boxers.&nbsp; They always seemed to bunch up when he ran anyway, and there was something arousing about the thought of the only thing separating his body from her sight being a thin layer of cotton.<br><br>He came downstairs a moment later to find her in the kitchen.<br><br>"We'll begin with some stretching to loosen up our muscles..." he said.&nbsp; "No sense in pulling a muscle while trying to stay fit."&nbsp; He smiled, then led her out the back door to the yard behind his house.&nbsp; It was fairly large, fenced in by a tall wooden fence, and shrouded by pine trees that grew along the fencerow.<br><br>He began by pulling his ankle towards his back, stretching his hamstring.&nbsp; He invited her to do the same, and to do as he did when it came to stretching.<br><br>"When was the last time you had a good run?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 02:39:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She followed him out the back door, pulling it quietly closed behind her. As he did, she pulled up first one foot, and then the other, toward her backside, then started doing slow lunges and the like, her muscles already protesting. Each slow lunge forward she made had the hem of her shorts riding up the back of her thigh, almost showing the delicate spot where the curve of her ass met the top of her thigh, but not quite. A strong breeze would have revealed it no doubt. <br><br>"Umm ... never?" she said sheepishly, giving a small nervous laugh. "Never had time to play sports or anything, you know? Guess the only times I have had to run in the last few years was to get to a class on time or hurry for a bus." Not very flattering, but the truth. <br><br>"Never understood why some people ran for relaxation, doesn't make much such to me." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 06:31:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching her stretch was another torment he hadn't counted upon.&nbsp; The sight of those shapely thighs being tantalizingly shown off when she bent and stretched was almost too much for him to take.&nbsp; He was careful not to let her catch him staring, but his eyes were drinking in her form, and with such frequency as that of a man dying of thirst in the desert.&nbsp; He began his own stretching routine, thankful for the baggy shorts he wore.&nbsp; His young charge was destined to keep him quite stiff during her time here.<br><br>"It isn't easy to tell..." he said, smiling at her.&nbsp; "You're in fantastic shape, especially for one so young."&nbsp; It was a compliment, and a blatant one, but he didn't elaborate.&nbsp; Rather, he continued to stretch, even moving down into some tai chi stretches, feeling his calves and hamstrings pulling and lengthening.&nbsp; It felt good, and he hoped that the run would clear his mind of the day's distractions.<br><br>It didn't help that those very same distractions were so incredibly arousing.<br><br>"We'll start off with a half mile, I think..." he said.&nbsp; "Something to break you in easy to the regimen, enough to break a sweat."&nbsp; He lowered himself into a crouch, stretching his calves more, as well as his ankles.&nbsp; Then, he straightened, and walked toward the gate door to allow them to exit.&nbsp; He waited for her to join him before closing it, and then took off at an easy pace down the sidewalk.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 07:31:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya darted surreptitious glances his way as he finished stretching when she was sure he wasn't looking. It was clear he was in good shape, at first glance one wouldn't expect him to be as old as he was. That of course had her wondering just how old he was. Was he old enough to be her father? Or maybe just a much older brother. She gave her head a shake to clear her thoughts as she stood, because even though they were relatively chaste, none of them were thoughts she expected to be having about the man who was her host and teacher. <br><br>She stood up, laced her fingers and stretched her arms up high over head, rising up on the balls of her feet to stretch herself as long as possible when he gave her the compliment, which had her dropping her arms quickly, one hand smoothing down her clothing in a nervous gesture. <br><br>"I think I can manage a half mile," she said in a half teasing manner. She wasn't that out of shape, was she? "And after sweating, swimming, right?" asked as she recalled what he had mentioned the night before. She followed him out the gate and started jogging in place, waiting for him to slip past her. She caught up to him in a few steps, thinking to stay at his side. <br><br>"You friends with the neighbors?" For some reason that was how she had pictured Americans, having backyard cookouts and what not with half the neighborhood. She eyed the houses as they passed,her breath already coming in shallow pants as they progressed. Already she could feel her lungs burning, but she was determined not to give up before the set goal. Half a mile. Anyone should be able to do that, right? She wrapped one arm around her front, trying to relieve the burning each breath brought to her lungs with a small bit of pressure.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 07:37:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't long before they were forced to stop, the burning in her lungs drawing his attention.&nbsp; He didn't smirk or chastise her, however.&nbsp; Instead, he paused to let her catch her breath, his own coming in slow, but shallow inhalations.&nbsp; He nodded to her question about swimming, however, and knew a dip in the cold water would do them both some good.<br><br>"The neighbors keep mostly to themselves..." he said.&nbsp; "I prefer my solitude.&nbsp; Not that your company here is unpleasant, mind you.&nbsp; But I find that isolated neighborhoods like this tend to produce gossip at an alarming rate.&nbsp; I try to avoid anyone's personal business, unless it directly affects me.&nbsp; Then, its my business, and has to be dealt with."<br><br>He watched her a moment more, then moved toward her, his fingers moving to her chest.&nbsp; They pressed inward, just above the gentle slope of her breast, and he began massaging the area, his other hand on her shoulder to steady her.&nbsp; He acted as though nothing were the matter as he spoke, instructing her where to rub to make the soreness stop.<br><br>"Your lungs are a machine, as is any structure.&nbsp; Sometimes it has to be coaxed into performing.&nbsp; Your lungs burn because they aren't used to such continuous exercise.&nbsp; If you rub here, it will help loosen the muscles around them, and let them expand easier."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 07:49:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya walked in a tight circle when he stopped so she could catch her breath, herbreath hissing inward when his hand pressed against her chest, his other on her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink as she darted a quick glance up at him before murmuring "I imagine this might provide gossip for them," even as she leaned in slightly to the touch.<br><br>It did help the burn in her lungs, or at least the constricting muscles around them, trying to act like it was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary he was doing, all while a flock of butterflies seemed to take flight in her stomach again. Did butterflies even come in flocks? She tried to distract herself with the silly question as she blew out a slow breath, her nipples tingling as they tightened.<br><br>Gods she was glad she had decided to put on a bra, but that didn't stop the shudder that ran up her spine, making her shoulders jerk as a small sound escaped her. It wasn't even like his touch was sensual, or that she thought he was being a perv. She tried to say something, but no words came out, her eyes lifting to look up at him in a brief moment of blatant curiosity. Was she the only one feeling all ... whatever the hell this was?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 17:36:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon merely smiled at her comment, as his hand continued to push and prod against her flesh.&nbsp; His fingers worked subtly lower, pressing further into the slight mound at the top of her breast.&nbsp; He could feel the shudder that ran through her, and the tiny squeak that passed her lips from his touch.&nbsp; She was getting excited, but she was also uneasy, nervous about his close proximity.<br><br>"Have you never been touched by a man before?" he asked, his gaze meeting her own as he asked the bold question.&nbsp; There was a slight gleam in his eye, and were she any older, she would likely recognize it as lust.&nbsp; "You can enjoy it, Natalya.&nbsp; There's no shame in it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 21:11:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya gave her head a quick shake as she dropped her gaze, finding a spot on the sidewalk to focus on.&nbsp; She didn't recognize the look enough to put word to, though she like as not recognized in on a deeper level. She felt a rush of unquiet flow through her mingled with embarrassment. She had no desire to be seen as some inexperienced child just then, all while battling the feelings of indignation that he would ask her such a question all while moving his hand low enough that heat flowed through her in ways it had not done before. <br><br>Sloppy kisses from a&nbsp; fumbling boy definitely did not count as having been touched by a man as far as she was concerned, and while she knew she should push his hand away, to slap him and run, or something ... she didn't. She ached to be touched, her body soaking it up. She couldn't even remember a time since her parents had passed that she had been given a genuine hug, one filled with affection, so even though this was far from an innocent hug she craved it. <br><br>Besides, from a distance? This might still look innocent to any passerby. "I ... ," the fluttering in her belly and lower, had her so distracted she could barely formulate an answer, and while it wasn't the answer to his question, it was at least explanation in part. "everyone seemed to think if they even hugged me I would break, since my parents passed, and before there was rarely free time to date." Her voice was a breathy whisper, her fingers curling into soft fidgety fists at her sides as she spoke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 00:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think you'll break that easily..." he said, and slowly, he wrapped his strong arms around her, and pulled her close to him.&nbsp; His hands slid to her lower back, but ached to go lower, though in this instance, it was hardly appropriate.&nbsp; She had opened herself to him, trusted him with her pain, and now was not the time to further confuse her with lust.<br><br>As their forms met though, the undeniable girth of his member pressed against her thigh, like an unspoken promise.&nbsp; He was no longer erect, but the thickness of it could still be felt.&nbsp; He pressed his lips to her hair, then whispered quietly into her ear.<br><br>"You are not alone..." he said, quietly and comfortingly.&nbsp; "I am here when you need me, Natalya."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 01:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya let him enfold her in an embrace, her body pressing in as she brought her hands up to his chest, her fingers gently curling in against the thin fabric of his shirt as her cheek pressed over his heart. She felt breakable in that moment, tears and grief fighting for her emotions though she kept them at bay, her throat tightening with his softly whispered words flowed warmly across her ear, even through the veil of her hair.<br><br>"I'm sorry," she whispered, unsure exactly what it was she was apologizing for. For being emotional, a trait her Aunt disliked? For pressing in a bit too close maybe, her thigh shifting against him before she realized just exactly what she was pressing in against. That realization had her sucking in another breath, tensing against him unmoving, like she was afraid that he would pull away just then. <br><br>She turned her head so her forehead was pressed to his chest, slowly inhaling the warm scent of his skin while she tried to gather herself, suddenly feeling as if the hug had gone on a bit too long. Especially if there were nosey neighbors watching them. "I'm fine now," she murmured against him, making no move to pull away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:33:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Their closeness was like a warm blanket wrapped around him on a cold night...he didn't want it to be gone.&nbsp; No, he wanted to sink into its depths and disappear, to remain there forever, pressed against her soft, tender frame, his own larger body enveloping her and never letting her go.&nbsp; But, realizing the same thing she did, he let his hands fall to his side, and he stepped back from her.&nbsp; While he wasn't in regular contact with any of his neighbors, word did tend to travel fast in his neighborhood.&nbsp; Just how unkindly would they look upon a man his age being so tender with a teenage girl?<br><br>Of course, at that moment, his gaze falling on the young, flowering youth before him, he could care less.&nbsp; His body ached to be close to her again, and it was evident by the outline in his shorts.&nbsp; It had been some time since he'd been with a woman, and it was obvious, plain for all to see.&nbsp; He felt the flush of embarrassment rise in his cheeks, but he ignored it.&nbsp; Let her see what he had to offer her.&nbsp; Let her think about it tonight when she went to bed.<br><br>"Shall we continue?" he asked.&nbsp; "Or would you rather return home?&nbsp; I have been pushing you this morning...perhaps a dip in the pool?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 06:05:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya stammered softly when he spoke, wishing his arms were still around her, the warmth of his body pressed against hers. It had only been a few moments, but it was the most contact she had had with anyone in far too long and she hadn't wanted it to end. Her eyes had been downcast, so when he stepped back there was one thing that caught her attention. The very obvious effect she had on him was without question, even for someone as naive as her. "I uh ..." her eyes quickly shifting from his crotch to his face to someplace over his shoulder as she worried at her lower lip.<br><br>"Home, please." She was speaking so softly that if a car had driven by her words would have been lost. She hadn't felt overexerted or anything, just way too out of her element. She had just arrived here, one more drastic change in an all too tumultuous life.<br><br>And then there was the attraction she had to him that had come out of nowhere. That he apparently returned. She didn't know what to think of that at all. "Can we walk back and not run?" he asked as she finally looked up at him again, a faint hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 06:17:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon nodded, and turned, leading them back to the house.&nbsp; His hand moved out, falling on her lower back, and the feel of her flesh beneath his made his already hard cock bulge some more, pressing against his shorts.&nbsp; He knew that she had seen it, that she had stared at it, but he wasn't certain what she thought of his attraction being so very blatant.&nbsp; She hadn't run away, or threatened him or called him perverted. <br><br>"I understand if you're afraid..." he said, though whether he spoke of the future or of him, he didn't say.&nbsp; "But you needn't be.&nbsp; Life offers many opportunities, Natalya, and this is but one of them.&nbsp; There will be others, many more, I'm sure.&nbsp; But for now, let yourself think upon this one, and everything it can give you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 06:39:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya didn't flinch away from the touch, if anything she seemed to welcome it, to take it as some sign he didn't think there was something wrong with her. She walked a bit closer to him with each step until she was close enough that her hip brushed his every few steps.<br><br>"I'm not afraid. Not of you anyhow, just ..." her words trailed off as she lifted a hand into her hair, pushing back some of the wild curls that tumbled across her face, trying to sort out her feeling, and just what it was she wanted to say. "Is this something you normally ... do? With your students?" She didn't sound afraid either, more curious than anything. <br><br>She didn't want it to be. She wanted to be special, different than others that had come here before her, even though she knew that was a ridiculous notion. Someone his age had like as not been with dozens of others. She blew out a puff of air that lifted several curls from her forehead then lent in against his side. They'd have looked like a father and daughter, or maybe an Uncle and niece walking down the street, if it weren't for the erection he was sporting. Maybe no one would notice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 13:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her question had him stunned.&nbsp; He hadn't expected her to be so willing to explore it further.&nbsp; He'd been with other women in his time, yes, but while his tutoring of previous students had been harsh, a form of bondage, nothing had been like this before.&nbsp; He pulled her close, his fingers curling around her hip, the weight of her next to him making him smile.&nbsp; He shook his head as they walked, trying to think on how to form his words so that she could understand.<br><br>"No other student has ever had the effect on me that you have..." he said, looking down at her.&nbsp; "I've been with women, yes, but you are special, Natalya.&nbsp; From the moment I saw you, I knew that there was something different about you, something precious and something that I needed to have.&nbsp; This..."<br><br>He paused in his speech, glancing down at the erection in his shorts, drawing her eye to the bulge there.&nbsp; "This is all new to me.&nbsp; I can't explain my attraction.&nbsp; You're beautiful, and I crave you in a way that I'm not sure I'm comfortable with...but how do you feel about it?&nbsp; Have you ever...had sex?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 18:13:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya exhaled slowly when he pointedly looked down at his crotch, and so did she. Well, if he couldn't explain it, if it wasn't his usual behaviour, than maybe she could take some comfort in not being the only one who felt out of her element. <br><br>She shook her head quickly as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with the question. "No! I mean ..." her brow furrowing as she tried to explain herself. "I know I let my Aunt think what she wanted about what I was doing, but mostly it was wearing clothes I knew she would hate and being gone all the time, I wasn't sleeping around or anything." Okay, so she had hung around with some questionable people and come home drunk a time or two, but she hadn't been spreading her legs.<br><br>"I've only gone out with a couple guys my age, with friends, and never did more than kissed," well, that and a few awkward fumbling touches that ended nearly as quickly as they had started. "I ... I don't know how I feel about it. It's confusing. I mean, you're old ," her eyes quickly looking to his face as she added hurriedly "not in a bad way or anything." her cheeks flooding with color. She turned her head, looking off across the street as she added "And I don't even know you, not really. It's weird." <br><br>Her emotions were a mess. She would have given almost anything to have him hold her again just then, and even that scared her. Her mind swirled with thoughts of him touching her, of his age, of living under the same roof, that he was supposed to be her teacher, helping her get her life back on track. It was almost too much to deal with and if she wouldn't have felt so foolish for doing it she would have broken out into a run to get back to the house and lock herself in her room. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 05:13:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she continued speaking, Jonathon turned, and wrapped his arms around her.&nbsp; He pulled her close, his erection pressing between her thighs, and bent slightly, pressing his lips to her own.&nbsp; It would no doubt be quite the shock, he mused, but with the jumble of emotions and thoughts that were going through her mind, the only real way to get through to her was to do the unexpected.&nbsp; That, and he simply couldn't help himself anymore.&nbsp; That she had seen his erection and hadn't been frightened away was a promising sign, and one that he fully intended to capitalize on.<br><br>His tongue swirled over her own as their lips met, and he moaned slightly as he felt her body slide along his shaft.&nbsp; He wanted her so badly at that point, he didn't care if any of his neighbors were home.&nbsp; They likely weren't, but he had thrown caution to the wind to be close to the slender, raven haired girl in his arms.&nbsp; Even had they seen the display, he could simply say that he was drunk, or that the girl was actually of legal age.&nbsp; All manner of excuses flew through his mind, but they were blown away by the soft tenderness of Natalya's lips against his own.<br><br>When he pulled back from the kiss, it was reluctant, but his gaze met her own as he spoke.<br><br>"Life is about lessons..." he said.&nbsp; "Lessons of pain, of love, of learning.&nbsp; Let me show you what you need to know..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 05:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya was so surprised by his action that she had little time for anything save the starled squeak that was barely past her lips before he had his arms around her and was kissing her. Her body tensed as he pulled her closer, making it quite obvious his erection was still very much present, making her whimper softly before she started to relax against him.<br><br>This kiss was nothing like the sloppy kisses of fumbling boys in corners. This kiss was both hard and gentle at the same time, soft lips tempting her own to part beneath them with another whimpering little moan as she lifted up on the balls of her feet to get closer.As intoxicating as the kiss was, it was compounded by the warmth of strong arms around her, the knowledge that someone wanted her, for her. That he wasn't afraid of breaking her. <br><br>His tongue felt electric against hers, sending a tingling shudder rushing down her spine. She could barely catch her breath when he broke the kiss and looked up at him with wide startled eyes. It took her a moment to realize what he was offering, and color rushed to her cheeks as heat coursed through her.<br><br>She tried several times to say something in response, the words catching in her throat before she finally just gave up and nodded her head. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 05:49:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon smiled at her nod, and then slid his hand into her own.&nbsp; He began walking with her again, though not with the hurried pace of a teenage boy needing to get his rocks off.&nbsp; No, his gait was casual, as if nothing at all were the matter, until they reached his home once more.&nbsp; He entered, holding the door for her to follow him in, and closed it behind them.&nbsp; Then, he bent, his strong arms wrapping beneath her, and lifted her from her feet.&nbsp; He smiled as he did so, and began moving her up the stairs.<br><br>He said nothing as he walked, though when they entered her bedroom, he moved to the bed and laid her there before turning to close her door.&nbsp; It was a habit of his, it seemed, to ensure that there wasn't a single open door in his home, though why that was, he hadn't ever stated.&nbsp; Nonetheless, when he turned back to her, his gaze was filled with a hunger, and his body seemed to flex with excitement.<br><br>"What you're feeling is nothing to be ashamed of..." he began, walking toward her.&nbsp; "Your body is maturing, growing, and bringing with it desires of the flesh.&nbsp; It is completely normal..."<br><br>He sat on the bed next to her, one hand moving to her thigh, where it slowly began to climb higher, moving between her legs.&nbsp; His fingertips found her slit through her tight shorts, and he smiled, kissing her gently before he continued.<br><br>"There is pleasure in this, Natalya, pure and unbridled pleasure.&nbsp; But it must be tempered with the knowledge of the consequences for having sex without emotion.&nbsp; What do you feel?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 06:20:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya's stomach was swarming with butterflies and she wasn't sure how he was walking so casually now. She was pretty sure her feet weren't even coming in full contact wiht the ground. Her fingers tightened around his as she tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Had she imagined what he was asking her?<br><br>She couldn't even look at him fully, in case that was the case here. It would be bad enough getting over her own embarrassment without him knowing, but if he knew her expectations and she was wrong? It was unthinkable.<br><br>Of course all of that was laid to rest when they crossed the threshold of the doorway and he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her up the stairs as if she weighed next to nothing. Her arms were twined about him, her face pressed in against his shoulder all the way up the stairs. <br><br>When he laid her on the bed she scooted back a bit, resting her head on the pillow as he moved to shut the door. She hadn't given any thought to him doing it before, but now, when they were surely the only two people in the house, that he had taken the time to do it? She noticed. Maybe he had only done it for her own comfort? <br><br>She worried softly at her lower lip as he moved toward her, her thighs parting instinctively at the touch of his fingers. The small sounds she made both of pleasure and nervousness. Was he trying to talk her out of this? His words were confusing and her brow furrowed as she made another small squeaking sound of pleasure before finding her voice. "I... it feels good and ... and I don't want you to stop, but ... " she stumbled over her words again, curling in toward him slightly. <br><br>She did have all those girlish notions of what her first time would have been like. She would have been in love with the guy, of course and maybe it would have even been her wedding night. Part of her didn't want to think right now, just wanting to feel. A hand shifted to rest against his leg, her thumb and forefinger fidgeting with the hem of his shorts as she finally asked "Consequences?" looking up at him in confusion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 06:25:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, consequences..." he said, his fingertips sliding gently but deeply up and down her slit.&nbsp; His free hand rose, taking her own, and guided it along his shaft, that she might get a grip on it.&nbsp; "Pregnancy...sexually transmitted diseases...a broken heart.&nbsp; But none of those things need bother you now.&nbsp; I cannot have children, and I have the cleanliness of a saint."<br><br>He leaned forward then, pressing his lips to her neck, his tongue sliding along her flesh for but a tantalizing instant before he began tasting her flesh.&nbsp; His cock throbbed in her grip, eager for more, and his fingers continued their probing.&nbsp; A moment later, they slid up and inside her shorts, until they found her sex, and began teasing her clit, moaning at just how soft her flesh was.<br><br>"Let yourself explore everything..." he said, whispering into her ear.&nbsp; "Be not afraid of what you desire.&nbsp; To know what you want is to know who you really are..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 06:49:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She would note how he didn't mention how she would be safe from a broken heart, but given she was hardly in love with him she guessed it as a given. She just nodded to his response while he guided her hand to his erection, her fingers curling around it through the fabric. Only once it was in her hand did she get a more clear picture of his size. As she moved her hand up along his length, even through the fabric, she could feel the ridge along the head, the way thick veins protruded, how hard it was, while swtill being somewhat plaint. <br><br>She moaned softly, turning her head when is mouth moved along her neck, her hips lifting up to try and press herself more firmly against his fingers, gasping in pleasure when his hand slid beneath her shorts, finding her bare flesh. Her legs parted more fully for him, hips slowly rocking and shifting as she opened herself to him, her lithe body writhing slowly on the bed, eager for every single touch.<br><br>For whatever reason, she was completely open to this moment in time, her aching soul soaking in every touch, every softly spoken word, every kiss. Her hand tightened on his shaft, stroking along his length firmly, but it wasn't long before she let go and was slipping her hand up under his shorts, slender fingers coiling around him again. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 15:46:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon moaned softly as her fingers worked their way beneath his clothing and curled around his bare flesh.&nbsp; The heat coming from him was enough to warm an entire room, he thought, while he pressed his own fingers ever harder against her virgin flesh.&nbsp; One slid down, pushing past the soft petals of her slit, and entered her, while his thumb continued to massage and caress her clit.&nbsp; The feel of the young, nubile flesh beneath his fingertips had precum oozing from the tip of his cock, and another moaned passed from his lips as he kissed her neck.&nbsp; <br><br>He settled back then, and stood, removing his shirt.&nbsp; His form was fit, not the ab-workout specimen of Hollywood, but that of a man who took care of his body.&nbsp; Then, he slid his shorts free, his erection springing forward proudly, and he grinned.&nbsp; His hand moved forward, taking her own and pulling her to the edge of the bed, bringing her soft, pink lips ever closer towards the tip, while his other hand stroked the meaty appendage, his eyes filled with a lustful hunger.<br><br>"Vaginal intercourse isn't the only way to have sex..." he said, taking on the role of instructor for her becoming more arousing than he had originally thought.&nbsp; "Oral sex is also an option, and fantastically pleasurable.&nbsp; We'll begin with you performing on me, and then, when the time is right, I'll return the favor."<br><br>He pressed the tip against her lips, trying to prod her mouth open, eager to feel her hot breath along his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmaline</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 07:24:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalya sucked in a breath, her fingers tightening around his shaft when one of his fingers pushed inside her. Muscles clenched around him as her breath caught, her hips lifting trying to force his finger deeper, the sensation nothing like her own timid explorations of her body in the dark of night. <br><br>Her eyes drifted closed as her neck arched beneath the heat of his lips over her skin, her thumb gliding over the head of his cock, smearing the wetness there. She hadn't known men 'got wet' too, rather liking that new bit of knowledge. Her pussy held onto his finger,small moans breathing past her lips as she succumbed to his explorations, though all too soon he was pulling away from her making her think she had somehow faltered until she saw him stripping off his clothes, giving her her first look at a fully nude man. <br><br>She thought he intended to pull her to her feet and peel her clothes from her body as well, though it was quickly apparent his intentions when he did no more than tug her upright, her eyes nearly level with his erection, her gaze lingering on the way he used his hand on himself, taking in the way his fingers curled around his cock.<br><br>Her gaze shifted upward when he spoke, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips even as he drew closer to her, her attention shifting fully to his cock. She had been about to ask him something, though all thoughts of what it was left her when she felt the velvety soft head of his cock pressing against her even softer lips. The small gasp of surprise she made opened her mouth to him, one hand reaching for his hip as she felt the first bit of his cock press against her tongue, her mouth opening wider as her eyes lifted to his face, seeking guidance, affirmation, something. <br><br>Softly her tongue reached forward, cradling the underside of his cock as her lips closed around him, her stomach fluttering with butterflies. Would his cock choke her? Would she gag? Make a fool of herself? Would she be able to breathe? All these questions and more swirled through her thoughts, her nostrils flaring softly with her quickened breaths as her fingers curled tightly around his hip, preparing herself for whatever might come.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Exchange Student (Emmaline &amp; Dark Clown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 08:13:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonathon gasped as her soft, velvety mouth enveloped his cock.&nbsp; His eyes slid shut from sheer pleasure, as though he sought to shut off his other senses and focus entirely on his sense of touch.&nbsp; His hips slowly slid forward, pushing more of his erection into her mouth, his cock flexing at the caress of her tongue along the bottom of his shaft.&nbsp; He moaned, his fingers curling through her dark hair as a shiver of pleasure rippled through his form.<br><br>He looked down at her a moment later, his gaze meeting her own.&nbsp; She was so lovely at that moment, her innocent eyes looking up at him while her virgin mouth struggled to take all of him in.&nbsp; Despite her inexperience, she was pleasing him greatly, especially with her desire to learn.&nbsp; Slowly, he began to move his hips back and forth, gently fucking her mouth, his heavy balls bumping against her chin with every forward thrust.&nbsp; His free hand slid down and he began fondling her perky breasts, before toying with her erect nipples.&nbsp; His thrusts slowly began to increase, though he was still gentle, not wanting to rush her or make her gag.&nbsp; He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he was, and it was best to take it slow with her, as this was her first time with a man.<br><br>Years from now, he wanted her to recall this day fondly.<br><br>"Natalya..." he moaned.&nbsp; "You're doing so well...it feels so good.&nbsp; Do you like the way it tastes?"
			</dd>
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