Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities
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				Title: <strong>Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 15:53:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Stonehenge Antiquities</span></strong></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Theodore Munn's apartment above Stonehenge Antiquities</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Town/Town%20Square/Stonehenge%20Antiquities/apartment_zps46e73792.jpg)<br></div></div><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Stonehenge Antiquities presents itself with a basic store front. On entering there is a small sitting area, where one can sit and relax. Coffee is available to those who want it. One half of the sales-floor is dedicated to books while the other half is dedicated to antiques of different variety.</span></em><br><div align="center">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Town/Town%20Square/Stonehenge%20Antiquities/bookstoreoutside_zps0cb4f370.jpg)(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Town/Town%20Square/Stonehenge%20Antiquities/bookstoreinside3_zps88bb8a53.png)(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Town/Town%20Square/Stonehenge%20Antiquities/bookstoreinside_zps6d6cced2.jpg)(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Town/Town%20Square/Stonehenge%20Antiquities/anitques_zps1d423313.jpg)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 18:49:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Any<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business<br><hr><br><br>Theo sat behind the counter of 'Stonehenge Antiquities' in his favorite comfy-chair, the swivel kind on wheels that he could lean back in when he wanted to relax. It had a high-back, and the comfortable cloth surface was slightly worn with use. He raised his hands above his head, then folded them together behind it, leaning his head against them. He leaned back, propping his feet up on the counter.<br><br>Sometimes it was -good- to be the king.<br><br>Self-employment came with its fair-share of problems and challenges. But it also came with its fair-share of perks, as well. One of those perks - Theo didn't have to worry about a boss walking in and getting on his case for being -lazy-.<br><br>Yeah, some days he had to be lazy, like a bear just coming out of hibernation. With work caught-up, and the storefront quiet so far that day, Theo could just sit back and relax, enjoying his mind simply wandering as he considered his next move.<br><br>A date. That's what he needed. No, he needed a -lot- more than that, a woman who could handle his... hunger. But he was patient, like the bear standing in the stream patiently waiting for the salmon to leap into his mouth. So, too, could Theo stand in the stream, and wait for the right woman to throw herself onto his.<br><br>It was a beautiful day outside, which was likely why he hadn't seen much foot traffic yet. People were working, and those who weren't were likely outside enjoying the comfortable weather. That was fine in Theo's book - rent and utilities were paid for this month already, the store was stocked, there were no unopened boxes waiting his attention. Yeah, he enjoyed just sitting back and relaxing, appreciating being the king of his little hill.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 09:00:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 3:30pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business<br><hr><br><br>He couldn't take his mind off of her. The exotic French woman who had visited earlier, and whom he was going to see in a few hours. But those hours were dragging like quicksand. He was doing his best not to get his hopes up - it was -just dinner-. He knew they would likely go out, have a good chat, she would 'Friendzone' him, and that would be it. Then after that he'd only be able to enjoy her in his fantasies. <br><br>Theo tried to think positively, and had an idea. He rushed to his computer desk and sat down, and did a bit of quick searched. He found everything he wanted, and then made a quick call. Done with that, he smiled, and did one more search, and easily found Mel's work email address - it was right there on the Spa's website. <br><br>He brought up Yahoo and put in her email address and added her to his 'Favorites'. Then he began to type her a message.<br><br><br><br><em>"Mel,<br><br>You said surprise you for dinner. So... surprise!<br><br>Tonight. <br>6:30 PM, after I unload and put your items in your office where you want them.<br>Be ready when I bring over the stuff you bought, we'll leave from there.<br>I'll drive.<br>I'll have you back at a decent time - promise.<br></em><br><em>Thinking of you,<br>-Theo"</em><br><br>He finished typing it, doing his best to keep it short. She was probably working and busy, so he didn't want it to be long and wordy. He read over it several times, making sure it sounded ok. He wanted it to portray confidence and excitement, but not to the point of sounding desperate. Did the last few words sound too 'mushy'? He didn't think so, and he had no idea if she would or not.<br><br>Then, looking at the clock, he began to do another search, realizing he had about two hours to work on this, and working at the computer would allow him to instantly see any replies she might send....<br><br><br>Finally, when he felt it was good to go, he hit -Send-, and the message was away.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 10:37:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 3:35 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business<br><hr><br><br>Theo did a little work around the shop, mundane stuff mostly, but after a few minutes he heard the 'BING!' sound of incoming mail. It would likely be a receipt or confirmation of shipping or something, but still - he walked quicker than he normally would to the computer and pulled up his email.<br><br>It was from -her-.<br><br>Smiling, he sat down to read it.<br><br>And then his mouth dropped open.<br><br>She was -flirting- with him! He didn't really -believe- some of what she put in the email, but the flirting put a smile on his face anyway. <br><br>He immediately hit reply, but faced a blank page, trying to think of what to say. How -daring- should he be? She was fairly daring in HER response, so shouldn't he have a right to be just as daring -back-? Would she find that tacky, or charming? He reminded himself that she was French, and Europeans had a MUCH more liberal view on things like that - intimate issues between people, which likely included flirting. <br><br>It also likely included -other- things, like sex... and his smile faded a bit. No, he wasn't going to let fears bring down his mood. He'd done that too many times in the past, and he wasn't going to do it -here-. He would -trust- her until she gave him reason not to. <br><br>No. He was going to meet her playfulness, with playfulness of his own, and if doing that bit him in the ass, well, at least he -tried-.<br><br><em>"Dearest Mel,<br><br>Thank you for your response. When I read your writing, I hear your 'voice' speaking the words, and it gives me -chills-.<br><br>6:30, yes. As for preferences - none really come to mind right away. But... panties are -optional-.<br><br>And the promise to return you home safe and sound at a reasonable time is completely... flexible. I am always open to suggestions!<br><br>Caught in your spell,<br>-Theo"</em><br><br>He read it over and over, almost ready to delete it, mouse pointer hovering above the delete button, then he convinced himself that it wasn't -overly- bad, so with a smile - he hit 'send'.<br><br>Theo would either put a smile on her face, or piss her off. He wasn't sure which, but he was pretty sure he'd find out pretty soon, one way or the other.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 11:26:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 3:35 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business<br><hr><br><br>The antique and bookstore owner literally bit his nails as he awaited a response. And it didn't take long.<br><br>He read it - and sighed deeply in relief. He had -just- started to think he had pushed too far, but instead, she responded with more playfulness, which he had hoped. He smiled and hit 'reply', and began to type a new message. This time, though, he decided he wasn't going to push his luck.<br><br>Theo suddenly became lost in thought, remembering what she had worn to his store earlier in the day. If she wore THAT without panties... he'd probably die and go to heaven, or would think he had! He shook his head briskly. ~Stop thinking about her panties, perv,~ he told himself, and began the letter to her in return.<br><br><br><em>"Dearest Mel,<br><br>PLEASE wear no panties or bra and straddle me..."</em><br><br>He groaned, hitting the backspace key to erase it all, then started again.<br><br><em>"Sweetest Mel,<br><br>Allow me to lay you down and -devour- you until you forget your own name..."</em><br><br>Another deep sigh and a long press against the delete key.<br><br>~Focus,~ he told himself. Thoughts of her like this were starting to have other effects on him. The urge.. the primal nature of what he truly was, was tapping its massive paw against his conscious mind, wanting to be free. He had learned long ago to contain it, but certain stresses would cause it to rear its head, sometimes against his will. Lust was one of those stimuli, but usually he could still control it with a bit of willpower.<br><br>It had just been -so long-, now, that old feelings and emotions in his mind that had gathered cobwebs, were just now being reawakened. Even if the date turned into a bust and he never saw her again, there was some serious house-cleaning going on in his mind.<br><br>Theo took a breath, and began to type.<br><br><em>"Sweetest Mel,<br><br>I love surprises, and hope you do as well.<br><br>Side of the building, no problem. With help, we'll be able to leave a bit early, if you'd like.<br><br>With great anticipation,<br>-Theo"</em><br><br>Then he hit send. There. A bit tamer than last time, so hopefully she wouldn't be TOO shocked at much of what he said.<br><br>Now, it was just a matter of biding his time until five thirty or so... or until she sent another reply. But it was clear to him that he wasn't going to get much more work done today.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 17:59:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 3:35 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business<br><hr><br><br>"BING"...<br><br>The email notification went off again, and a smile crossed his lips when he saw who it was from. He read the message several times, and then sat back in his chair to ponder her latest words. Women could be like that, he knew for a long time now. Enigmatic, their actions more emotional and less logical at times, sometimes they were a complete mystery to men. And this one, this French beauty whose ways were like different than any American's at least to some degree, were even more a mystery. <br><br>The thought made him tingle in places that sent a chill down his spine.<br><br>'A man truly after my own heart, allowing the night to take a hold of him and go whereever it wishes. I do like that.'<br><br>In that single line, she seemed to embrace spontaneity, and he would do his best to keep that in mind. Plans and outlines were one thing, but sticking to a strict agenda was another and she didn't seem to be that type of gal. His sudden desire to take her out -this very night- was an example, and she seemed to appreciate it.<br><br><br>'I greatly enjoy the company of a man who is willing to go with the flow instead of expecting to control everything. As I'm sure you can understand with my line of work and all.'<br><br>Another insight into the workings of her mind. She doesn't like controlling men - and likely, with how gorgeous she was, she had likely already had her share of those. While Theo -could- understand how man, having gotten ahold of her, would try to jealously guard that which was his, Theo wasn't like that. Not that he wouldn't want his woman sleazing around town when he wasn't looking, but she was an adult, of age, and intelligent. She could make her own decisions. Theo chuckled softly, remembering Terran and his response. That was -so not- Theo. If Mel were -his-, and told him as much herself, and some man approached her to speak with her, Theo would be -proud- of that, not jealous, knowing that another male wanted her attention. In the end, the important thing was who Mel went home with.<br><br>Whooooa, he thought, getting WAY ahead of himself. She wasn't -his- by any stretch of the imagination, and as arousing as that thought was, it was a silly thing to contemplate, like sitting around planning to spend the millions you planned to win from the state Lotto. Sitting there fantasizing of how he would or wouldn't act if she was -his- was a sort of self-flagellation, though in this case he sure didn't mind the results.<br><br>And the mention of her line of work... yes, the picture was becoming clearer now as he focused on it. She had to be 'physical' to some degree with her clients. Her clients would inevitably include men. And inevitably some of those men would be handsome, and some would hit on her, proposition her, and so on. Theo could imagine a jealous boyfriend or lover not approving of her line of work, and that would surely cause friction. And again, while he could certainly understand the reasoning, he also knew such men were simply insecure, and that was where all of that fear came from. <br><br>As if proving his point, he read over her last line again, as well.<br><br>When you stop in we should set you up an appointment, it's a wonderful experience and could help a great deal with your tension.<br><br>She would set him up an appointment, even though she doesn't promise that -she- would be administering it personally. He chuckled as he imagined beautiful Mel setting him up with the appointment, but then arriving only to find that the person giving him the massage was none other than Olga, the six-foot three hundred pound woman from Russia with hands of steel and cement!<br><br>It was a wonderfully kind offer, but then his eyes settled on the last part of the sentence. Tension? Why had she felt that he was 'tense'? Thinking back to their meeting, he sure didn't remember being tense, only a little...<br><br>Intimidated. He groaned a bit. Mel had -really- caught him off-guard, and his attraction to her had probably been obvious. "Yeah, honey, I have some -tension- you can take care of," he muttered to himself with a smirk. The intimidation he felt was fleeting, and had been replaced with absolute desire for a woman of unbelievable beauty, yet to -her-, he had simply come across as tense. How could he explain that to her... in the most delicate way possible?<br><br>Biting his lip, he wondered if he should reply again. When would all his replies become 'too much'? She probably had real work to do, while he was rather slow at the moment. Still, he thought, nothing -forced- her to respond. If she was busy or not interested in responding - she simply wouldn't.<br><br>He hit 'reply'.<br><br><em>"Beautiful Mel,<br><br>Putting trust in our feet to guide us where they will is the best course, I think. Who knows what sights they might show us? I'm game to walk beside you in this, if you are. I'll even hold your hand if it would put you more at ease.<br><br>'Go with the flow' is my middle name, and I -respect- your line of work, and I admire you for pursuing your dreams.<br><br>That is a very kind offer you make, and it would be even more enticing if I were permitted to specially request the person who would be putting her hands on me...<br><br>With deepest longing,<br>-Theo"</em><br><br>Again, he read it several times, making sure it wasn't overly forward or rude. Once he was satisfied, he hit 'send', and sat back in his chair, looking at the clock once again, slightly grumpy that only a few minutes had past since he looked at it the last time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 19:33:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 3:42 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business<br><hr><br><br>He was surfing the net, looking for a couple of books for a customer who had called in earlier in the day, when he heard that wonderful sound.<br><br>"BING"...<br><br>The email notification went off again, and he smiled as he switched back to his email and saw her name. He was -really- starting to enjoy seeing her name like that, and if his old friends could see him now, having a playful conversation with a hot French gal, they'd all be jealous, every single one of them.<br><br>He read the message a few times, smiling as he took in each word, and as he had mentioned before, he could 'hear' her voice reading to him. And just as he had told her earlier, he felt a -chill- creep down his spine whenever he did. He couldn't help but chuckle at the 'customer is always right' line, as a businessman himself he had heard that a time or two in his days, for sure.<br><br>He hit reply, and began a response.<br><br><em>"Melissa,<br><br>You will indeed be in safe, and very capable hands.<br><br>I confess a bit of selfishness on my part. If I am to allow a woman to ply my skin and muscle with her hands, she has to meet certain... qualifications. As such, few women can meet these demands, and as far as I know in your place of business, there is only -one- who can satisfy my needs, and as you said before, with the amount of tension I have? My need is -great-.<br><br>I apologize to any of your other wonderful employees who might have wished to put their hands on me, but... I am picky.<br><br>As for my middle name - I'll look into that, maybe tonight you could help me come up with some alternatives? As for -your- name, I suggest you whisper it to me a few times, so I can make sure I know how to pronounce it correctly.<br><br>Question: Why is time passing so slowly? Just curious.<br><br>Yours completely,<br>-Theo<br><br>P.S. If you are going to sign a letter with xoxo, I hope you're the kind of lady who pays up."</em><br><br>Again he paused, reading over it, wondering if anything he wrote would be taken as 'too much'. There were some subtleties in his message, some hints and playful flirtations, enough to get his heart going a bit faster as he read over them again. But he hoped it wouldn't be too much fo rher.<br><br>He hit -send-, sitting back smiling. He would close at 5:30, a little early, putting a sign up on the door. He rarely closed early or opened late, so once in awhile should be acceptable. Remembering something, he rose and ran to the stairway in the back that led up to his apartment, and started some laundry very quickly, then dashed back down the stairs and to the front counter again, looking for customers as well as an email reply from the beautiful, sexy French woman.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 21:55:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 3:57 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business<br><hr><br><br>Theo had just returned to his desk when he heard that familiar sound. He pulled up his mail and there it was, another message from her, this one longer than the others.<br><br>He read it again. Then again. Then a third time. And then he -purrrrred- softly to himself.<br><br>She mentioned his 'capable' hands, and that made him smile. He could imagine them on her body, so huge in comparison to her slender frame. He wasn't sure of course, but he was pretty positive that her breasts would make a perfect fit in his palms, as well. She simply had a body that would not stop constantly calling to him - even when she was out of sight, like now!<br><br>She mentioned about her co-workers all being pros, and that didn't surprise him. In a business like that, repeat customers were very important and if your staff wasn't good, not only could failed repeat-business do you in, but bad word-of-mouth could spell disaster, as well.<br><br>Then she offered him lessons in French? His eyes widened a bit... -that- could be taken in many different ways, all of which appealed to him. He would certainly have to take her up on that offer.<br><br>And bringing her purse to 'pay up', followed by more XOXO... he smiled. The chances of hugs, closeness, and perhaps even kissing were high! He could -very- much deal with that.<br><br>He smiled as he hit the 'reply' button, wondering how he could up the ante, without risking upsetting her. He had to be -subtle-. So far, that was working, but what else could he do to possible raise the level of anticipation for them both?<br><br><em>"Sweet Lady,<br><br>My hands aren't the -only- capable part of my body. I'd be delighted to demonstrate for you and no, it would not require me to remove any clothing at all, so you are safe.<br><br>She -is- an amazing woman, from what I can tell, and so I only wish to have amazing hands on me. I believe you when you say your co-workers are awesome, but I truly -need- the best, so I will only accept the best. Maybe I'll have you speak to her for me? I've only just met her, but I -long- for her with a fever I've never experienced before. Maybe you can help?<br><br>I love your accent. I can not hide that much. It is my kryptonite and I will do my best not to melt into a useless puddle while spending time with you tonight. I would definitely enjoy French lessons! Having you as my instructor I believe will make the lessons extremely helpful and enjoyable.<br><br>I am glad you shall bring your purse. I am -counting- the number of hugs and kisses that you owe me, and I will definitely collect each and every one of them. Oh, and I charge a high interest rate, as well.<br><br>Searching for you,<br>-Theo"</em><br><br>He looked it over a few times, and finally feeling it was safe, he hit 'send'.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 22:57:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 4:04 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business<br><hr><br><br>The bell went off on his PC again, and Theo, who was standing not too far away, quickly returned to his desk to read it. The smile that had swarmed his face most of the afternoon returned, as he read her email several times again. He hadn't been this interested in a woman in a long time, beyond the curious, 'Wonder if she'd like to have coffee sometime' stage. And while Theo couldn't guarantee Mel would like anything more than that and dinner, it -seemed- as if she did. Afterall, she'd already promised him hugs and kisses, and that was a pretty big start.<br><br>Of course, Europeans were notorious for shows of affection. Hugs and kisses might be the 'norm' for Mel, he knew. Those thoughts led him to thoughts of kissing -deeper-, the way her people did, afterall, it wasn't called 'French Kissing' for no reason, right? And tongue-play was something he could -easily- give her, and he was quite confident that if they reached -that- stage of enjoyment, he'd have her ensnared in no time...<br><br>He shook his head, once again getting waaaaaaay ahead of himself. Fanciful mid-day day-dreaming aside, she did seem as eager as he did for their meeting that evening.<br><br>He clicked 'Reply' and began his follow-up message. Each message he sent to her now seemed to fill him with more and more confidence, slowly but surely. <br><em><br>"Mel,<br><br>I am quite eager for our get-together tonight, as well. I look forward to seeing the surprise in your eyes when my plan is revealed. <br><br>Indeed, despite anything that might occur this evening, you have me completely convinced that I need to take advantage of the services your business provides. You suggest I be straight-forward with her? Simply tell her what I wish? I shall take that under advisement. Personally, I am not completely sure she could handle what I want - or what I'd like to do to her - but it is something I would have to consider. If you -could- put in a good word for me, I'd definitely appreciate it!<br><br>I am eager now to start learning French! I am an old dog, so it might be slow going but I am definitely game to try. Perhaps, if you were interested, you might also share some of your customs, as well? I am told the French observe many customs that we prudish Yanks might find quite eye-opening!<br><br>Lastly, tips are graciously accepted - and encouraged. Doing so will ensure even better service afterward!<br><br>Slave to your voice,<br>-Theo"<br></em><br>He looked this one over for a verrrrry long time. The most ballsy, suggestive one yet. Did he push his luck? Maybe it was too much... but then, the thought of deleting it felt cowardly to him.<br><br>He took a breath - and clicked send with a soft groan. They were just being playful, right? Surely she would play along, and not rip him to shreds for doing so as well...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 03:40:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 4:30 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business<br><hr><br><br>Just as he sent the last message, the bell on the front door rang. Theo stood up and walked around the corner to the main counter and saw the newest visitor. It was Ms. Henderson, one of his regular customers. An older woman in her 70's, she walked slowly, and loved to talk. She also had taken a shine to Theo, and did her best to flirt with him regularly, offering to make him food or even do his laundry. <br><br>"Theo!" she said, a big smile on her face, spectacles hugging the tip of her nose. <br><br>"Good afternoon, Ms. Henderson," he said.<br><br>"Oh, you know you can call me Matilda, or Matty," she said, waving a wrinkled arm in his direction. "How is business?"<br><br>"Going well," he said, already wanting to return to his desk so he could wait for Mel's next reply, if there was one. "Was there anything in particular you were looking for this visit?" he asked, hoping to usher her along quickly.<br><br>"Oh no, just looking as always," she said. "You never know what you might find in a used bookshop!" she declared, as she began walking slowly again towards the nearest row of books.<br><br>She then began talking about various books she had read in the past, and Theo found himself only partially paying attention. His mind was elsewhere, and he swore he just heard the BING of the incoming mail icon on his desktop. Damn. Never before had he wished for a customer -not- to come into his store - until now.<br><br>Theo did an admirable job trying to pay attention as Ms. Henderson babbled on, and eventually, thankfully, she completed her shopping and departed. <br><br>Theo rushed to his computer, and saw her message - reading it quickly.<br><br>And then he smiled. He loved how she talked, and now he loved how she wrote. He knew he was probably distracting her - she even mentioned it in her latest e-mail - but he still couldn't help himself. A little guilt creeped in, but not much, as he started his response.<br><br><em>"Most beautiful Mel,<br><br>I am happy to be of assistance to you. And you are more than welcome to express your thanks to me in-person in less than two hours.<br><br>Tonight should be fun. What I have planned might be ultra cool... or ultra silly. Either way, it's the thought that counts, right?<br><br>I will me happy to speak to your masseur directly. I will look her in the eye, and with the sweetest, most alluring voice I can muster - I will simply tell her what I desire. She may of course refuse me, which would be completely understandable. But if she is able to provide me with what I need, I can promise her equally thrilling joys in return. I will look forward to the tour and to see what all your business has to offer."</em><br><br>He read her next line, and suddenly froze. During the entire conversation with her, and the playful email discussion he was currently involved in, he hadn't even contemplated -that-. He wasn't fully human, and she didn't know. Likely she would -like- to know something like that before engaging in any sort of... recreation with him, and he knew the fair, honest thing would be to tell her. <br><br>Once again, though, he was getting ahead of himself, and he knew it. They might go to dinner and he might not even hear from her again. It was -far- too early to share something like -that- with her, far too dangerous. He smirked and shook his head, realizing that he was getting his hopes up for something more than a few hours of her time tonight. To really get to know someone took time, and he was sincerely hoping that Mel would give him that.<br><br>At worst, though, perhaps he would at least make a new friend. <br><br>Feeling reassured with himself, he continued typing his response.<br><br><em>"Some people age really, really well. You don't look a day over eighteen, as you remind me of one of those girls in high-school that -all- the guys fawned over. I wonder if you were fawned over in school - and if you enjoyed it. Perhaps I'll find out out tonight.<br><br>I, too, am confident we can make something work - and I look forward to working with you.<br><br>Can't wait,<br>-Theo"</em><br><br>A quick once-over, and then he clicked send. It was a longer gap this time, but he had had a customer, so he was fairly sure she would understand.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 05:34:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 4:58 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business, Email: Mel<br><hr><br><br>Her response was fairly quick, which made his eyes light up. Quickly, like some sort of addict itching for another fix, he opened her email and read. Not for the first time he noted some of the words she used were in French, and curiosity got the better of him. A quick search on the web through Google, pulling up a translation site, cut, paste, Translate...<br><br>He blushed. Even if she was just being playful and didn't mean the words truthfully, her words were enough to make him turn -red-. He could feel the heat on his skin, and silently he -wished- she was entirely his. If she walked up to him and asked him what he would give to make her his gal, his answer would be simple. <br><br><em>Anything.</em><br><br>Theo glanced around, as if nervous that someone might see him blushing so deeply. He looked at the time... just another hour or so! The emails were certainly helping to pass the time, and he decided to let her know that.<br><br><em>"Ms. Mel,<br><br>Your words continue to touch me, as if I were receiving a massage already from your noble establishment. <br><br>A massage just before bed can definitely do wonders. Lucky for me, I live very close to your place of work, and mine, so even if I receive a massage that renders me near-senseless, I should be able to make it home safely, I assume.<br><br>You sound like a wonderful employer, and your business I bet is booming. However, if ever you are looking for part-time work, I have an opening in my 'Romance' section that has been vacant for a very long time, and I think I would quickly hire you without an interview. And I compensate my employees -well-.<br><br>A dancer? AND a gymnast? No wonder! That explains much! I hope I am fortunate enough to one day witness your moves.<br><br>I certainly understand wishing to take advantage of the gifts given to you. I can understand why you enjoy the attention. I definitely understand that, and respect that.<br><br>Thank you for helping the time to go by faster. <br><br>Perdu dans vos yeux,<br>-Theo"</em><br><br>He smiled as he put the French words at the bottom, wondering if that would get her attention. He just hoped that the translator didn't give a bad translation, and he hoped it didn't REALLY say something weird, and instead, he hoped it said exactly what he hoped he meant it to say.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 09:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5:08 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business, Email: Mel<br><hr><br><br>Her response came back, and he sat on the edge of his seat once again to read it. He had made a folder just for her emails, and he had already moved the others into that folder. No accidental deletions gonna happen there, he thought. <br><br>She saw the signature. Well, of COURSE she did, and it was in the email! And of course she speaks French! Something about that tickled him, about him sending her something written in her mother tongue. He was trying. He didn't know if that annoyed her, or just made himself look silly. He wondered for a moment if perhaps -all- of his emails were just making himself look silly. What if she were sitting in her office sharing them with all her co-workers, having a good laugh?<br><br>~That's pretty cynnical, even for you, Theo,~ his inner voice said. ~She's not like that. A little exhibitionist and proud, maybe... but you could -sure- have some fun with that. It means less inhibitions. She might do things to you that no other woman has, or could...~<br><br>He shivered suddenly at the thought, a cold chill running down his spine. Again - thinking too far ahead - but his fantasies about the sexy European were sure making the room feel a lot warmer than it really was.<br><br>Maybe if he focused on a reply, that would help him -stop- the passionate, racy fantasies flooding his thoughts.<br><em><br>"Dearest Mel,<br><br>Feel free to take your time to consider my offer. I am available for you 24/7 in case you have questions or concerns about the position. There would be minimal effort required and no long hours, though there could be occasional physical labor.<br><br>I feel we -both- deserve love. At least I can't see any reason why either of us wouldn't. It comes in all shapes and sizes, at the most random times, too. Who knows, you might find it soon - even tomorrow or the next day. Love is fickle that way.<br><br>You need to relax? Perhaps it is -I- who should be distributing massages for -you-! However, I do not know if such sweet, soft skin would enjoy the touch of large, strong hands. However, I would give you my promise to do everything in my power to ease whatever tension you might be experiencing. <br><br>Another skylight - not a problem at all. I think have three left, so one is perfectly fine. I'll bring it over with the rest...<br><br>In less than an hour.<br><br>Vous êtes mon rêve,<br>-Theo"</em><br><br>He smiled when he finished this one. Flirty, and practical. He was glad she asked for something he had on hand, so he could be helpful to her again. Women seemed to like that. As soon as the message was on the way, he quickly rose and took his truck-keys from his desk and walked quickly to the back and through the back door. He went to his truck and moved it to one of the empty parking spaces out front. It'd be easier to load her items into the truck by parking out front, and he figured he could load some items, check email, load some items, check email again... so that he could keep an eye on it and hope to hear from her again.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Stongehenge Antiquities</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 02:06:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/connor_zpscd597627.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark-colored t-shirt, clean blue-jeans, black hiking boots.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5:21 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stonehenge Antiquities<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open for business, Email: Mel<br><hr><br><br>Minutes later, another response, and this one made him smile for many reasons, but the biggest reason was: the wait was almost over. But she hinted at him sweeping her off her feet : him of all people! He was finding it much more difficult not to hope, much harder to keep from being TOO optimistic, but that was becoming more and more difficult, the more she flirted with him. He was going to feel quite like the fool if he meant everything he said, while she was merely teasing the entire time. But it was a risk he decided he would take.<br><br>He looked around - he had much to do still, and a quick run down of things he needed to do filled his head suddenly.<br><br>Theo hit reply, not sure if she would even get this last message or not, but decided to go ahead and send it anyway.<br><br><em>"Femme splendide Melissa,<br><br>I have already learned more French in the past two hours than I had the rest of my entire life. See what a positive influence you are on me already? I am quickly becoming convinced that I need -more- of this positive influence to keep me from falling into darkness. Allez faire vous ma lumière?<br><br>Please forgive me, but I find it somewhat funny that you work at a massage parlor - and have not had a massage for quite some time. I hope that you will enjoy the one I am willing to give you, and if not, I am sure you can teach me since you are the professional, after all! :)<br><br>I would enjoy an evening of you rambling to me. I think you know this. But in case you don't, please do not very silence yourself on my account. Talk to me.&nbsp; Speak to me in that enchanting voice that I can't get out of my head. And do not worry, I will do my best to keep myself from melting with each and every word.<br><br>I hope I have not distracted you -too- much. As a fellow businessperson, I understand you have work to do. Merci for your time, and now I will see you in minutes, rather than hours.<br><br>Soon,<br>-Theo"</em><br><br>He clicked 'send', then nearly jumped out of his seat, moving to the door and closing it, flipping the sign to 'CLOSED EARLY FOR RENOVATIONS'.<br><br>And the words of the sign weren't far off. She had sparked something in him that he had not felt in a long, long time. In a way, she had inadvertently 'renovated' his heart.<br><br>He then began to load her items into his truck, the bed long enough to easily hold all the items, the fragile pieces that could fit were stashed into the cab up front. He made sure everything was clean and ready, and then he locked it, went back into the store and locked it, as well. Up to his apartment above the store he went, and once there he began to change clothes in preparation. He thought about shaving, but decided against it - the rugged stubble-look suited him, and he felt more confident that way. He took longer than he planned to, so was quite thankful for the extra time he saved by loading up the truck ahead of time.<br><br>Side door. Mitch. Simple enough. Then he would steal her away, and if he was lucky, her heart would soon follow.
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