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Victoria roll her eyes: " then make your own family and memories...no matter where you live , its the same thing...its a home but for that you must work on it.."
Victoria followed him, watching the rooms as she smiles as his body languages changes with each room. She wish she could see his memories. she inhale the scent: ' umm...smell like...paprika...and something else..." *take a another whiff* " cinnamon?"

"Its a nice room...very...neat for a boy...i thought you be more of a messy one..." *kisses his cheek as he smiles, she liked him smiling*
 
"I was, for the most part. My parents did have a servant clean up after me, but my father decided that I was being negligent and said that I wasn't going to get my allowance if I continued leaving my room a pigsty." Shrugging his shoulders and taking it all in as his eyes looked around, "I had to learn to take care of this place and myself".

Stepping back from her and looking at the dresser, he grasped the chestnut frame and carefully stroked the side and found a light bulge and pushed it and out came a drawer, a hidden compartment that he pulled out completely.

Taking it over to the bed he had this beaming smile on his lips as he placed it onto the bed and beckoned for her to come over and see it. It wasn't anything pornographic or sadistic or even rich. It was a mixture of items he had collected over the years: coins from around the world, stamps, some pictures of people and some notes.

"Can't believe it's still all here" he said looking at them. "I forgot all about them when I moved out."
 
Victoria smiled: " that is a nice trick to make a kid be responsible..my parents did not believe in allowance...it paid off, since your so successful man now "

She quietly observe him as it made her smile to see this side of him, it was so precious to her. She walked over once he motion her to Come closer. She smiled as he gave her a glimpse of his childhood though his collection..

She loved seeing this side of him, and wondered if ...if they ever had a child, would it be like him

" it's beautiful... " She smiles as he explain in details story on every coin. She could not help but kiss his cheek as she listen to the stories.
 
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So many coins, Italy, Britain, Brazil, Australia, India, and China. "This is a one-Yen from Japan," he said holding it up. "That was when I was in High School. Father thought that if I could go to Japan that I would become a ninja," smirking. "Problem was, when I got there, there was no real ninja school. It was all a bunch of TV wannabes and boring stuff. Instead, I spent that time in Tokyo."

Then came a German coin. "This one here I went to Germany when I turned 18. I was legal and my parents wanted me to have some fun. Figuring that I earned it. Don't remember much of it. Guess it was a good time."

"What about you?" he asked her putting the coins down. "Get to go anywhere fun?" before relaxing as her kisses on his neck began to ease him.
 
Victoria smiled as she love listening about hid childhood and felt privilege that he shared his memories. She thought about it : " I was not so lucky having a good dad or mom...they different....they pretty much paraded me in hope for business through marriage... hell even when I was freak about some guys...my mom said, if your gonna be rape make sure get some thing out of it... "

She kissed him :" so I did lots of camping to avoid family stuff....I love swimming in rivers,hiking, camping...I collected beautiful stone from my trips..."
 
He glanced at her and smiled, "Your parents don't sound like pleasant people." Not the best thing to say, but he always said what was on his mind. But, he left it at that not wanting to rub more salt on the woods. He was glad they were dead as he knew a lot more about them that she realized. Bunch of bottom feeders using whatever they had if it meant getting into a better position.

As she spoke he put the coin back onto the drawer then carefully picked it up and moved it back to its original place on the dresser, pressed it until it clicked into place before stepping back and letting out a long sigh as the memories began to wash away from him.

"Camping...I don't think I've ever done that in...ever..." he said looking up at her with a smile. "That sounds rough but oddly relaxing at the same time. Perhaps we should try it one day, but instead of getting a tent, let's get a cabin. There are several fine ones in the nearby State Park. Nothing lavish, many are just walls and a roof."
 
Victoria shrugged: " they were not the nicest people, god knows father threaten to disowned me..." *laughs* " unlike them, i was not afraid get a job and start from the bottom, i thought great way to grow some character.." *kisses him again as she was genuinely happy he shared something so precious. She got up as she followed his lead*

She playfully slap his arm, teasing him: " Aren't we a little spoil rich boy..." *laughs* " The tent, and waking in the cold is the best part, silly...." *She loved how he was backing away from staying in the tent, it was oddly cute*

" Lets do bother...that way each time we camp it will be new and exciting...i be nice...we can start in a cabin...hehe" *She found herself relax and happy around her and especially safe which made her forget about the awful event and chaotic life before he appeared in her life. She kissed him again * " show me more...i wanna get a glimpse of your childhood and what kind of trouble you got yourself into...hehe..."
 
"All right then," slowly turning around. This was the bedroom. There were a lot of memories, too many to recount, but these were not the memories he was looking for.

Arm and arm and walking out of the bedroom, the went down the hall a ways to a massive door with gold leaf. "This was my parent's bedroom. They called it the Master Bedroom."

Master was correct. Grasping the cold iron handle and pushing it forward the oak door opened slowly because of the weight involved. A rush of cold air ran through their clothes and hair. The place had a sweet scent to it from the fresh peppermints the servants left behind to keep the bugs away.

The bed sitting directly in front of them was so big that you could fit ten people on it, but he remembers it so well with all of the fun they had together. "My parents told me that when they were in here together, they weren't to be disturbed unless the house was on fire. I nearly set the roof on fire just to see what would happen," he snickered walking towards the bed then flopping down on to it. The plastic covered foam was so soft that he sank half way into the bed. The sheets were freshly washed and laid out.
 
Victoria eyes widen as hit appear to take some strength to open the door as she look at the bedroom in disbelief, it was just amazing its size and content. She followed her husband quietly and could not help but smile as he told what his parent were in the room: " oohh my...interesting..."

She look at him in shock: " Are you serious!?!? You were sooo bad...i bet, your were severely punished...."

She knew if she ever pulled such a stunt, she be beaten unconscious... god know just talking back for the first time, landed her with a strong backhand, lock up for a month and strip of bare necessities God knows the school did not challenge them to check on her safety.

She smirk as he sank into the bed, thinking it was used up quite a bit and might need a new mattress." were you always this naughty?" * She found herself smiling as he shared his childhood. She wished her childhood had been the same. Her own childhood made her have no desire having kids of her own.
 
Lifting his head so that it was just above the rim of the hole he had made, "Not really. Things changed when I was 20 or so. That's when I started to learn about how my body was changing and my parents knew that it was happening. Fortunately my parents were caring enough to not pressure me into doing things just to get it out of my system or to pressure others to help."

He wanted to get out of this hole in the mattress, but in laying back down he was quite comfortable in staring up at the ceiling. No wonder why his parents didn't want to be disturbed, the bed was to comfortable. He remembered that in the morning they would still be in bed while he was heading off to his classes in College.
 
Victoria wondered what a life would him be so different from other men. She found herself sad at the very idea and hated herself for it. She work so hard to have freedom of her family life. But here she was falling for the same type of man as her father.

" it's nice how we are ignorant of reality as a child...I always wondered what life was suppose to feel like with parents that actually car. ...sounds beautiful..."

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I wasn't always this naughty. Far from it. If anything I was a quiet and obedient child who followed orders and avoided my family's wrath. Conditioning made me a powerful tool. When I the end 20, I started to open up. My parents...helped me. Though not in ways I had hoped. With their power and influence I had hoped that I would get women my age that would be...mine. Instead I got marriage proposals and asking for favors.

Sitting on the bed next to my wife, my eyes glanced around at the interior of the room. So much life, character, memories. Virtually every inch of this place I could recall a specific memory, the place where mother would sit and comb her hair...where Father would stand and get his suits tailor fitted....so much more.

Victoria didn't want to hear that. We had toured most of the house and she was nuzzling to me, kissing my neck trying to get me to relax.
 
Victoria began softly kiss his neck gently to try ease to mood in the room: " Viktor...its all in the past, you can make your own future now..." *She stood up and look around and back at him: " Lets change rooms or even leave this place...you dont need to live in the past anymore..."

She was disturb on the fact that this made her feel concern for him, she had kept him around for the job. She had plan to vanish out of his life once he done his part and forget about all this mess. " i need a stiff drink...lets get out of here" *She started turn to alcohol lately to not deal with reality *
 
The kisses around the neck were hot and wet, passionate, driving towards something. She wanted to leave to something better. She was right. Awkward being romantic in the parent's bedroom.

"There is a bar down on the first floor," I said, slowly snaking my arm around her slender waist and pulling her to my side as I stood up. "I'm sure it's still fully stocked."

It was a long walk down to the bar. Along the way I was pointing as specific rooms and trying to plug my memories ofnthe place. The whole time Victoria was at my side, her arm around me, being affectionate. There was one room we went by that I didn't mention, but that was the room where I saw a maid giving a blowjob to a man. It was my 19th birthday party and she was a young, pretty maid, perhaps mid twenties and he...I don't know who he was, an older man...long story short, she went to town on him in that room.
 
Victoria smiled as he guided her out of the room as she tried reassure him. She hesitated a moment as she whispers: " Would it be better you left to take out one of our rival to reveal some stress, love..." *she was unsure how to comfort him and she found herself remembering of the man she killed* " perhaps best we each sleep in separate rooms and cool off and clear our heads."
 
"Perhaps," I replied as we walked down the wide hall, arm in arm. Passing my bedroom, I paused and looked inside. So many warm memories. Victoria gave a slight tug on my arm. With a warming smile she silently encouraged me to continue. "I might be able to do that tonight. As for sleeping..." I waved a hand slowly before us, "Take your pick. Any room you want is yours. The servants will tend to our needs."

Before reaching the main staircase, my right hand slipped lower, cupped her firm backside and gave it a firm squeeze. She had been teasing me this whole time with kissing on the neck, felt it proper to pay her back. Nice, toned body. Glancing at her reaction, I smirk. Bet she wasn't expecting that.

"How about this..." says I. "How about I do my little thing and when I get back, we have a nice dinner and maybe some fun before we sleep in our own beds."
 
Victoria smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck: " i think that is a wonderful idea, love...i would love to share a nice diner with you" *She playfully licked his lips and walked away , giggling*
 
My mind was flowing with all of the ideas that I could do to her when I get back. So much...with her swaying of the hips, toned backside, the kisses and playful tongue. Her body was telling me 'yes' and her bright face was warming. It was hard not to feel aroused because of this. Hadn't felt this way in years. There were women before, but nothing like now. Those were for on the job.

Perhaps get her into a nice set of dinner clothing, nothing complicated...maid's uniform? Naw, too frilly. A pencil skirt? Maybe...she had the figure for it. Oh, my rod was forming inside that I had to quickly leave to get dressed in my old room before heading out. Agonizing as it was to stop myself from rubbing one out to relax, doing so would remove the saved up potency of the night.
 
Victoria grinned as she watched him leave knowing he would her on his mind. She started to work on collecting the cash for them. She hated the fact she had to hide till the drama ended and worse of all she end up getting rid of her cellphone and anything related to communating with the world. She could not draw the attention of cops while her man would be doing her dirty job.

She spend the day cleaning up and cooking before she started a nice hot bath. She found herself in the bathtub touching herself as she was feeling horny all day.
 
My wife wanted to pretty herself, get herself relaxed for the night. I was eager, yet hiding it well behind my stone face. Tracing back to my room, opening the closet, I get myself dressed for the night. No sense in looking like rags when you're going to be professional.

Some of these clothes haven't been worn in years, yet they still fit me. Tugging on the white Armoni cuffs before sliding in the cufflinks, a smile came to my lips, satisfied, "Still fits"

Going over the room, lots of memories. More of them came back after my wife's flirting rattled me up. So much...good and bad. Remember lots of arguing could be heard from my room. It was my parents. I had a normal childhood, I thought. But I guess I surpressed a lot. My parents, God bless them, they gave me everything I could ever want or need. As much as they loved each other, perhaps there was a lot going on underneath that I didn't know about.

No. Couldn't think about that. Had to remain focused on the task. There was some dirty jobs to be done tonight. That's why I picked these clothes, old and would be disposed of when the job was over. Not the cufflinks.
 
Victoria since herself off after the bath before leaving to washroom. She slip into the robe and began to cook a nice dinner. She wanted to take time to relax and make a nice home meal for him to eat when he got home. She even began to prepare their bedroom as she decided to sleep in the same bed after all they were married. She might as well enjoy him before they part ways.
 
While she was working in the kitchen, I walked acrossed the polished tile and surprised her with both firm hands around her waist, snaking around till they were a belt, drawing her in towards my warm body. My head appeared on her right shoulder, lips just inches away from her ear. "Something smells good. What's on the menu for tonight?"

The smell from her, fresh and clean. She took her time grooming herself and being all lady like in her appearance, she was catering to my needs.
 
Victoria giggled as he pulled her to him , she enjoyed his company. He allowed he to imagine having a simpler life but knew it would not last. She kissed him and smiled: fresh home made bread with garlic butter, spegetti with meat balls... I was telling myself,you would need protein after your rough job,love ..you best wash up and see the table for us to eat our meal,love.

A part of her wish she could make this game their reality but she still determined to vanish once he completed his part of the deal so she could sign over the land.
 
"Sounds like a good ol' dinner here," taking one last whiff before giving my wife another squeeze on her firm backside with one hand before the other cupped her chin, turned her brilliant gaze towards me, and planting a warm kiss onto her lips. "I'll be back as soon as I can." It was an open promise. There was no telling how long this would take.

I knew where he would be, the Ronson, a high end night club in the downtown district. It was deep in their territory, heavily guarded, and quite popular. The guest list was meticulous. They didn't let in everyone, and for good reason.

Leaving her behind and going for my car, I placed a call in to one of my friends, a woman named Ashley. She was my snitch, the one that fed me a great deal of intel. I called in a favor.
 
As usual Victoria set the table as she watched her husband leave the house. She continued to cook the meal made the perfect as usual before she close the fire on the oven. Please the food side to heat up later for her husband and her to eat later in the evening.

She knew that he would come late but the job would always be perfectly done. She began to read her book to spend the time but after past midnight she closed the book and went to bed. She decided she might as well take a nap before I husband arrives home so they can eat a nice meal together. She knew that this would be the last mission therefore their last night together.

She plan to simply leave in the morning or perhaps even after the dinner. She had to admit that she would miss these moments she spend with him. she hoped that he would be able to let her go without being attached after all she hate complications.
 
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