wideeyedone
Baby did a bad, bad thing
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OOC: Riley's husband James will be played by magbeam. James's friend will be played by OnHarry.
Riley Davenport
Riley stood under the pounding hot water of the shower. Her long dark hair was slicked to her skin. Her ivory skin pinkened by the heat of the water. She was lingering. Tonight was the big exhibit at the gallery downtown. James hadn't been home much the last few days. He was finalizing every detail. He was rearranging the prints and putting in his final selections. She had to smile, his passion for his work had always been alluring to her.
Riley was a small town girl. She had grown up with out very much culture. Her parents still lived in the trailer park where she had been raised. Her two older sisters had married young, had babies right away. The eldest having her first baby long before she married. Riley had known all along that she didn't belong there. She had collected pages out of magazines when she was a little girl. She put them inside of her wish book. She collected pictures of furniture and artwork, apartments and houses. She cut out pictures of well dressed women looking as if they were headed to important and glamorous places. Riley had been looking for a way out since she was small.
High school had provided that. She got involved in student government, she joined the theater department and the choir. And her senior year she had been offered a large scholarship to a liberal arts university out of state. She had arrived in town on a Greyhound bus. Riley had managed to fit in pretty well. WIth her slender, petite frame and her well studied, sophisiticated synse of style, visually, she blended in. She didn't talk about home much and she had studied the lives of others well enough to keep up with a conversation about a country club or vacationing in the Hamptons. If the other girls suspected that she was the first one in her family to go to college, they never let on.
Her favorite thing about the University was that she had the opportunity to experience the culture that she hadn't ever had the chance to be exposed to. She went to student art exhibits and student recitals. She wandered the galleries and music halls like an art student. She was studying early childhood education. That is what piqued her interest in James's photo exhibit. "Through the Eyes of a Child" was posted on the gallery door. The walls in the gallery were a stark black, the prints were black and white. It had been his graduate show. From the large prints stared back the eyes of children in poverty. Hollowed faces and tear streaks moved her to tears. She had thought she was alone in the gallery. She hadn't fought the tears off. She knew these images were meant to be moving. What person could look at the children in these pictures and not cry?
She had felt a hand on her shoulder and she almost jumped out of her skin. It had been James. And that had been their start. Just a few months later she was moving into his house. He had loved and protected her in a way she had never felt before. The summer after her sophomore year, they married. The wedding had been elegant but small. Her family had not traveled to be at the wedding. It was an intimate gathering of their friends and James's parents. Her dress had been James's wedding gift to her. It was a gorgeous dutchess satin strapless gown that had matched the one in her secret wishbook.
The exhibit at the gallery tonight was of pictures he had taken of her in her gown. They weren't wedding pictures by any means. They had a definite erotic edge to them. Her face was barely visible. Mostly in shadow or profile, the pictures could have been anyone. But it was exciting to be James's muse. He was tired of chronicling the ills of the world. He wanted to explore love and intimacy.
Riley dressed carefully for the exhibit. She dried her hair and left it down, since that is how James liked it best. She slipped on her little black dress. The sleeveless sheath fit her perfectly. She didn't wear any jewelery but her wedding rings. She had only worn the wedding band for sixth months now, but she loved to watch it gleam in the light. Even with his sleepless nights and artistic frenzies, she had married the perfect man.
Riley Davenport
Riley stood under the pounding hot water of the shower. Her long dark hair was slicked to her skin. Her ivory skin pinkened by the heat of the water. She was lingering. Tonight was the big exhibit at the gallery downtown. James hadn't been home much the last few days. He was finalizing every detail. He was rearranging the prints and putting in his final selections. She had to smile, his passion for his work had always been alluring to her.
Riley was a small town girl. She had grown up with out very much culture. Her parents still lived in the trailer park where she had been raised. Her two older sisters had married young, had babies right away. The eldest having her first baby long before she married. Riley had known all along that she didn't belong there. She had collected pages out of magazines when she was a little girl. She put them inside of her wish book. She collected pictures of furniture and artwork, apartments and houses. She cut out pictures of well dressed women looking as if they were headed to important and glamorous places. Riley had been looking for a way out since she was small.
High school had provided that. She got involved in student government, she joined the theater department and the choir. And her senior year she had been offered a large scholarship to a liberal arts university out of state. She had arrived in town on a Greyhound bus. Riley had managed to fit in pretty well. WIth her slender, petite frame and her well studied, sophisiticated synse of style, visually, she blended in. She didn't talk about home much and she had studied the lives of others well enough to keep up with a conversation about a country club or vacationing in the Hamptons. If the other girls suspected that she was the first one in her family to go to college, they never let on.
Her favorite thing about the University was that she had the opportunity to experience the culture that she hadn't ever had the chance to be exposed to. She went to student art exhibits and student recitals. She wandered the galleries and music halls like an art student. She was studying early childhood education. That is what piqued her interest in James's photo exhibit. "Through the Eyes of a Child" was posted on the gallery door. The walls in the gallery were a stark black, the prints were black and white. It had been his graduate show. From the large prints stared back the eyes of children in poverty. Hollowed faces and tear streaks moved her to tears. She had thought she was alone in the gallery. She hadn't fought the tears off. She knew these images were meant to be moving. What person could look at the children in these pictures and not cry?
She had felt a hand on her shoulder and she almost jumped out of her skin. It had been James. And that had been their start. Just a few months later she was moving into his house. He had loved and protected her in a way she had never felt before. The summer after her sophomore year, they married. The wedding had been elegant but small. Her family had not traveled to be at the wedding. It was an intimate gathering of their friends and James's parents. Her dress had been James's wedding gift to her. It was a gorgeous dutchess satin strapless gown that had matched the one in her secret wishbook.
The exhibit at the gallery tonight was of pictures he had taken of her in her gown. They weren't wedding pictures by any means. They had a definite erotic edge to them. Her face was barely visible. Mostly in shadow or profile, the pictures could have been anyone. But it was exciting to be James's muse. He was tired of chronicling the ills of the world. He wanted to explore love and intimacy.
Riley dressed carefully for the exhibit. She dried her hair and left it down, since that is how James liked it best. She slipped on her little black dress. The sleeveless sheath fit her perfectly. She didn't wear any jewelery but her wedding rings. She had only worn the wedding band for sixth months now, but she loved to watch it gleam in the light. Even with his sleepless nights and artistic frenzies, she had married the perfect man.
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