GypsyGirl84
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Name: Nadia Moustas
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 110 lbs
Age: 21
Measurements: 34DD-24-36
Description: Light olive skin, slightly oval fight, her light blue eyes appear more startling because of her skin tone and dark, straight hair that falls to the middle of her back. Usually has a very stern look of concentration on her face. Fit but not obsessively so.
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Finally, Nadia thought to herself, her exasperation mixed with relief as she pulled her rented SUV up to a small, picturesque cabin with the Lake of the Ozarks visible in the background.
Even with GPS and a topographical map, Nadia still felt she was making a wrong turn every time she came to a fork. But two hours after she had filled up her truck, got last minute supplies, and attempted vainly to get the gas attendant to look at her eyes and not her bustline, she had arrived at her home for the summer.
As Nadia got out of the truck and grabbed what she hoped was the right key to the cabin's front door, she grimaced at her memory of the last stop she hoped to have with civilization, at least for the next couple of weeks.
Nadia's uncle Nikko had bought a small cabin in southern Missouri as a potential vacation retreat, but his successful law firm never gave him the opportunity to use it. Nadia's Mom, Nikko's sister, had told her uncle that Nadia was a bit stressed as she finished up her Master's thesis. So Nikko had given his favorite (and only) niece the use of the cabin for the summer, while she decided what she was going to do next.
Nadia sighed a bit in relief as the key to the front door opened up to a tastefully decorated large room. The cabin was partially built into the hill that overlooked the lake, which kept it cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. Her uncle had warned her that a summer storm could and would knock the power out, but that the generator would kick right in.
Nadia started unloading her supplies, and frowned as she picked up a plastic bag with the logo of the small store she had stopped at before heading to the cabin. The attendant, a pot bellied man in his late thirties, had been leering at her breasts while she was asking him general questions about the area. Not that Nadia was trying to emphasize her figure. She had been wearing a loose, oversized plaid shirt, but her chest still drew attention. The only satisfaction she got was when she added two boxes of 9mm rounds to the supplies she was buying, informing the older man that she loved staying in practice shooting. That stopped him from hitting on her in mid-drool.
When Nadia got her perishables put away, she walked around the cabin, making sure the water, electricity and other utilities were working. Of course, she knew she could rely on her Uncle Nikko to make sure everything was all right. He was one of the few men she felt she could actually rely on.
Nadia headed out back to the truck and started carrying in a crate of her favorite books. She loved books. Not e-books or e-readers, but actual, hold in your hand and flip the pages, books. Since she was a little girl, Nadia had wanted to be a librarian. When she got older, she refined that desire to be a research librarian, being the person who helped others find that one particular source that would make everything come together in their quest to add to the knowledge of mankind. Nadia often fantasized that she would help a young Indiana Jones type delve into an oft forgotten section of the library, filled with one of a kind ancient tomes, and help send the adventuring archaeologist off to find the Lost Mines of King Solomon, or something similar. Sometimes these fantasies were supplemented with vague romantic fantasies that would leave Nadia feeling more than a little flushed.
The reality of her pursuit failed to meet her dreams. It wasn't the sometimes numbing routine that goes with being a librarian that depressed Nadia. She actually found that enjoyable as well. There was something very comforting to her about the repetitiveness of a librarian's duties.
What she didn't find comforting was the attitude of some of her fellow students. Nadia had known that her early "development," and her attractiveness, which was exotically enhanced by her Eastern Mediterranean ancestry, had gotten her more than a few looks, but she tended to ignore it. She had a life's dream, after all. The attention got worse when she started college at 17. When she started working at the library as part of her study program, more than one male admirer would bring up a copy of Lady Chatterly's Lover and try to ask her prurient questions about it, all in a mock-serious tones. When it was discovered that Nadia was lacking in "experience" of even the most basic type, she became perceived as a challenge, which made her isolate herself even more, pushing herself deeper into her studies.
Well, this summer was going to change all that, she decided. Not a soul in sight for days at a time. Nothing but my books and a little fun on the lake.
Nadia stepped out on the cabin's deck and studied the isolate cove she was situated on. Her uncle had tried to playfully frighten her once, telling her all sorts of mythical beasts had been "flushed" out into the open with the creation of the manmade lake, everything from Sasquatch to a mid-American version of the Loch Ness Monster, all of which were supposedly living on this very cove. Nadia allowed herself to giggle at her uncle's silliness. Besides, none of the fictional monsters could be more frightening than a faculty member trying to cop a feel while the two were in the file room.
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 110 lbs
Age: 21
Measurements: 34DD-24-36
Description: Light olive skin, slightly oval fight, her light blue eyes appear more startling because of her skin tone and dark, straight hair that falls to the middle of her back. Usually has a very stern look of concentration on her face. Fit but not obsessively so.
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Finally, Nadia thought to herself, her exasperation mixed with relief as she pulled her rented SUV up to a small, picturesque cabin with the Lake of the Ozarks visible in the background.
Even with GPS and a topographical map, Nadia still felt she was making a wrong turn every time she came to a fork. But two hours after she had filled up her truck, got last minute supplies, and attempted vainly to get the gas attendant to look at her eyes and not her bustline, she had arrived at her home for the summer.
As Nadia got out of the truck and grabbed what she hoped was the right key to the cabin's front door, she grimaced at her memory of the last stop she hoped to have with civilization, at least for the next couple of weeks.
Nadia's uncle Nikko had bought a small cabin in southern Missouri as a potential vacation retreat, but his successful law firm never gave him the opportunity to use it. Nadia's Mom, Nikko's sister, had told her uncle that Nadia was a bit stressed as she finished up her Master's thesis. So Nikko had given his favorite (and only) niece the use of the cabin for the summer, while she decided what she was going to do next.
Nadia sighed a bit in relief as the key to the front door opened up to a tastefully decorated large room. The cabin was partially built into the hill that overlooked the lake, which kept it cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter. Her uncle had warned her that a summer storm could and would knock the power out, but that the generator would kick right in.
Nadia started unloading her supplies, and frowned as she picked up a plastic bag with the logo of the small store she had stopped at before heading to the cabin. The attendant, a pot bellied man in his late thirties, had been leering at her breasts while she was asking him general questions about the area. Not that Nadia was trying to emphasize her figure. She had been wearing a loose, oversized plaid shirt, but her chest still drew attention. The only satisfaction she got was when she added two boxes of 9mm rounds to the supplies she was buying, informing the older man that she loved staying in practice shooting. That stopped him from hitting on her in mid-drool.
When Nadia got her perishables put away, she walked around the cabin, making sure the water, electricity and other utilities were working. Of course, she knew she could rely on her Uncle Nikko to make sure everything was all right. He was one of the few men she felt she could actually rely on.
Nadia headed out back to the truck and started carrying in a crate of her favorite books. She loved books. Not e-books or e-readers, but actual, hold in your hand and flip the pages, books. Since she was a little girl, Nadia had wanted to be a librarian. When she got older, she refined that desire to be a research librarian, being the person who helped others find that one particular source that would make everything come together in their quest to add to the knowledge of mankind. Nadia often fantasized that she would help a young Indiana Jones type delve into an oft forgotten section of the library, filled with one of a kind ancient tomes, and help send the adventuring archaeologist off to find the Lost Mines of King Solomon, or something similar. Sometimes these fantasies were supplemented with vague romantic fantasies that would leave Nadia feeling more than a little flushed.
The reality of her pursuit failed to meet her dreams. It wasn't the sometimes numbing routine that goes with being a librarian that depressed Nadia. She actually found that enjoyable as well. There was something very comforting to her about the repetitiveness of a librarian's duties.
What she didn't find comforting was the attitude of some of her fellow students. Nadia had known that her early "development," and her attractiveness, which was exotically enhanced by her Eastern Mediterranean ancestry, had gotten her more than a few looks, but she tended to ignore it. She had a life's dream, after all. The attention got worse when she started college at 17. When she started working at the library as part of her study program, more than one male admirer would bring up a copy of Lady Chatterly's Lover and try to ask her prurient questions about it, all in a mock-serious tones. When it was discovered that Nadia was lacking in "experience" of even the most basic type, she became perceived as a challenge, which made her isolate herself even more, pushing herself deeper into her studies.
Well, this summer was going to change all that, she decided. Not a soul in sight for days at a time. Nothing but my books and a little fun on the lake.
Nadia stepped out on the cabin's deck and studied the isolate cove she was situated on. Her uncle had tried to playfully frighten her once, telling her all sorts of mythical beasts had been "flushed" out into the open with the creation of the manmade lake, everything from Sasquatch to a mid-American version of the Loch Ness Monster, all of which were supposedly living on this very cove. Nadia allowed herself to giggle at her uncle's silliness. Besides, none of the fictional monsters could be more frightening than a faculty member trying to cop a feel while the two were in the file room.