Take me away (Closed)

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"What then?"

He looked at her before he turned away. She knew who he was, could Id him in a parade. She would have to be disposed off, and the body lost forever. That was easily enough done; he knew.

"Depends on the Boss and his thoughts?"

He sipped on his tea.

"A Major in what?" Walking around in the cold weather in attire likely to get you hypothermia? Your feet were blue wen I put the socks on you last night" he smiled, hoping she would see the funny side of his comment.
 
Chuckling she smiled softly. "Right... well I had a few drinks last night and it wasn't that cold when I left." She said softly. "Major in Marine Biology... minor in Photography." She said quietly before leaning back and staring at him.

"I have a request..." She said quietly "Do I have to stay in the attic..." She asked her eyes down. "I'd like to sleep in a real room.... without being locked away. I can't exactly go anyhwere now.." She mumbled.
 
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His eyes lit up when she mentioned photography..."

"Nikon, Cannon or some other insignificant brand?" he asked.

"As to the room, we will play it by ear."

As he finished speaking the wind howled outside a sudden gust of wind driving the snow like furry."
 
Chuckling she smiled. "Canon, all the way, never anything else." With that she looked out at the snow. "Sometimes I wish I could take it with me everywhere. I hate being without it." She leaned forward lightly sipping at her tea. "Besides. Nikons are to clunky and are not as userfriendly as canons....in my opinion." She smiled.
 
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He smiled as they started to talk about photography, Gwen seeming to relax now that had a common point of interest. He studied her, with his photography eye, her curves, her locks, and features.

Whilst in his mind she wasn't stunning, she was plain, but nonetheless rather alluring, the girl next door manner.

"Well I bought the Nikon as it was the first consumer DSLR around 2004 or was it 2005? The D70. But if I was to by a new system now, to be fair I'd consider cannon."

Sipping on his tea he continued.

"So portraiture, landscape or?"
 
Smiling she listened nodding softly. "Yes, I was had pressed to changed over to digital." She said quietly before nodding. 'Well...I mostly do Portraiture but I enjoy still life as well. I've been doing a lot of animals lately." She said quietly her eyes looking down shyly.

"I enjoy my digital now but I still go to me old standy any time I can. My Canon AE-1" She smiled softly.
 
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Ÿes Digital is great with manipulation, cropping and the rest, but ther eis somethign about a shoot taken on film, especially black and white, not that youcan buy it easily now"

He met her eyes....

"So what do youenjoy doing when youare not studying or taking photos- how do you occupy yourself?"

He was thinking of how to keep her enterrtained. He had a kindle with loads of books, as well as happily buying her a couple to keep her busy. He saw her breast, the nipple poking against her top.
 
Looking up at him she bit her lip quietly. "Well...I..Um.." She said quietly. "I read a lot." She said softly. "And I...." She muttered. 'I don't really know what I do when I'm not working... or studying.." She said quietly. "I don't really do much else." With a small smile she stretched, her small top rising to reveal a hint of ink on her side and a small piercing in her belly button.

Smiling she leaned forward. 'What about you? What in the world do you like to do mr. ex-forces." She cooed.
 
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'What about you? What in the world do you like to do mr. ex-forces."

He smiled as she asked him..

"Isn't it obvious?" he remarked "Kidnapping attractive young females and having my wicked way with them"

He sipped his tea....

"Reading, especially Military history, photography and just surviving I guess....."

He looked at her, her navel now exposed complete with piercing...
 
With a small chuckle she looked down. "Right. How could I be so obliious." She teased before listening to his interests.

"Guess we have a lot in common." She cooed before leaning back, playing with the bottom of her shirt. "Would you mind if I got a shower? A hot shower... sounds very... calming right now." She murmured her eyes glancing up to meet his innocently.

"Maybe....I could read some of your books afterward?" She asked quietly.
 
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"Sure.... And apart from night time whilst this weather continues it is an open house. If you escape you will die. It is as simple as that..... Follow me please"

He lead her upstairs to the bedrooms to look out of the windows. The roads could barely be seen, identified by the lamp posts and the snow posts. There were no other houses, building in sight.

"See what I mean? You can sleep in this room, and the bathroom is through there."

He dissappears and returns with a few bags. Inside one was a load of feminine toiletries including tampons, toothbrush, tooth paste and the like. In the other bags contained basic clothing, a few crop top bras of differing sizes and leggings as well as loose sport pants. Tops were vest tops and thicker baggy jumpers...

"I'll be down stairs making soem soup...."
 
With a small nod she turned to him. "Thanks." She called gently before turning to take the items into the bathroom.

*****
Walking down the stairs her blond hair falling in messy damp tresses around her face. Sporting a large jumper and a pair of leggings it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Stepping into the kitchen she looked over at him. She felt better and most of all she was comfortable. Taking a deep breath she smelled the soup happily.

"It smells good" She cooed.
 
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He left her to settle down. It was now mid afternoon, and it would be dark soon. He had sufficient supplies for a couple of weeks especially in the freezer. So he hand made some tomato soup with a hint of chilli.

He also had milk and cream to make it even more home some, the bread-maker was on making a loaf of bread.

He turned to face her, the leggings emphasizing her legs nicely he thought.

"Tea, coffee or do you want a book?" He lead her into a studly like room, with various book shelves filled with books, mostly military reference, but there were also novels, fiction rangign from Tolkien to contemporay techno thrillers. A beady eye would aslo see various books of a sexual nature including Nancy Friday
 
"Coffee would be nice..." She said as she looked over the books. "Wow..." She said quietly before running her fingers along the spines before stopping. 'Nancy Friday? Really?" she asked her eyes turning to him curiously. Pulling down a small novel she turned, glancing to the chair. Sitting down she curled up, the jumper falling off her shoulder and rising to reveal the curve of her around behind.
 
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"Every body needs an escape..... Milk Sugar? or would you prefer a posher coffee?"

He watched her curl up exposing her bare shoulder as she started to read as he waited for a response
 
Smiling she glanced up at him. "Just cream please... no sugar." She cooed before curling up completely her legs swinging before she flipped a page. Speaking softly she smiled. "If you need help.... just call" She smiled sweetly.
 
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He retired to the kitchen and stirred the soup, before starting to make the two lattes.

The kitchen was soon filled with the sound of coffee beans being ground, milk being steamed, the jug bing banged on the worktop, before he reentered the study area placing her cup on the table.

Moment slater he was back int he kitchen as he prepared the food blender to cream the tomatoes into the soap.
 
She was engulfed in the book when he came back in. She didn't even look up as he brought in the coffee. She was halfway done with the book when she finished the coffee.

Stepping into the kitchen with her mug she moved to the sink, washing it slowly as she smelled the soup. 'I can't wait to taste it. It smell fantastic." She grinned happily.
 
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He met her eyes as she looked at him and spoke

"I can't wait to taste it. It smell fantastic."

"Well it's ready if you want me to serve some now?"

He took some of it and added it toanother suacepan, and then poured some cream into the soup and started to stir gently.

"Can you stir please?"

As she took the spoon, he cut some bread up and placed it on the table in abowl before placing two bowls on the table.

Five minutes later or so, they were on the table with a bowl of fresh home made soap in front of them
 
With a nod she began to stir humming to herself as she smiled. Looking up at him she nodded before pouring some of the soup into the bowls. "So... " She said quietly as she took a seat.

"What kinds of girls do you try to keep around when you are stealing them?" She teased playfully her eyes curious.
 
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"Blind ones" he joked in reply before dipping some of the crusty bread into the soup.
 
Chuckling she looked down, eating slowly. 'This tastes great..... thank you." She said quietly as she continued. She ate in silence her eyes down and herjumper falling farther down on her shoulder, coming to fall just below her armpit. Any farther and she would be revealing some of her breast.
 
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He completed the punch line even though she didnt query his response.

"Only blind ones will chat with this ugly soldier. Glad you liek the soup though."

He saw her top fall away exposing her bare flesh, including a glimse of the curvature of her breast.
 
Chuckling she glanced up at him over her bowl of soup. "You aren't ugly, maybe old but not ugly." She teased playfully before shifting, leaning over the table slightly. "Besides, girls like the whole soldier thing... makes them feel safe." She laughed before leaning back. Taking a bite of her bread she grinned her hair falling over her other shoulder.
 
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"Thanks for your kind words Gwen...."

He continued to eat, finishing his bowl as he watched her in total silence.

As she finished her bowl he broke the silence

"Would you like some more?"
 
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