Calyxxx
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OOC: OK, so I'm going to recycle an oooooold thread of mine that didn't get too far. Thought I could use the same premise and see where it goes this time....
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Mallory had always been a soft spoken, quiet girl. This fact tended to startle most of the people she met, thinking that a girl as beautiful as she must be vain and egotistical. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back in a wave of curls, and her skin glowed bronze from the bright Caribbean sun. Her tight, firm body was clothed, as usual, in a small bikini and brightly printed wrap which hugged tightly to her hips. In her own opinion, Mallory felt she was too small, and at 5'2" tall, she may have been correct. On the other hand, many of the men she knew, local or tourist, found her attractive, her c cup breasts sitting perfectly on her otherwise small chest.
This day, Mallory had been assigned the task of closing up shop for the night, a task she, on any other day, quite enjoyed. The small shell and bead jewelery storefront was located perfectly on a boardwalk near the beach. Mallory loved the smell of the ocean, and the sound of the waves as they crashed into the sand. Today was different, however. As of late, Mallory found herself constantly nervous, always checking over her shoulder, walking quickly, breathing heavily. The reason was a note she had received last week under the door of her apartment. It was quite a peculiar note:
Dearest Mallory,
After several attempts at creating a bond, starting a relationship with the most beautiful girl I've met, it has come to my attention that she may be playing hard to get. I send this note, wrapped in my love, to express the following:
You will be mine, whether it be willingly, or not. I will have you as my own, and you will grow to love me, as I love you now.
Yours
Mallory had been quite frightened by the note, as she should have been. She had wracked her brain for days trying to determine the author of the note. She was invited out by many men daily, some drunken, some not, and now she felt as if everyone was a suspect. And so, as she was closing up the shop, a hard lump of dread was weighting down her stomach.
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Will become closed after the obvious needed character is filled.
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Mallory had always been a soft spoken, quiet girl. This fact tended to startle most of the people she met, thinking that a girl as beautiful as she must be vain and egotistical. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back in a wave of curls, and her skin glowed bronze from the bright Caribbean sun. Her tight, firm body was clothed, as usual, in a small bikini and brightly printed wrap which hugged tightly to her hips. In her own opinion, Mallory felt she was too small, and at 5'2" tall, she may have been correct. On the other hand, many of the men she knew, local or tourist, found her attractive, her c cup breasts sitting perfectly on her otherwise small chest.
This day, Mallory had been assigned the task of closing up shop for the night, a task she, on any other day, quite enjoyed. The small shell and bead jewelery storefront was located perfectly on a boardwalk near the beach. Mallory loved the smell of the ocean, and the sound of the waves as they crashed into the sand. Today was different, however. As of late, Mallory found herself constantly nervous, always checking over her shoulder, walking quickly, breathing heavily. The reason was a note she had received last week under the door of her apartment. It was quite a peculiar note:
Dearest Mallory,
After several attempts at creating a bond, starting a relationship with the most beautiful girl I've met, it has come to my attention that she may be playing hard to get. I send this note, wrapped in my love, to express the following:
You will be mine, whether it be willingly, or not. I will have you as my own, and you will grow to love me, as I love you now.
Yours
Mallory had been quite frightened by the note, as she should have been. She had wracked her brain for days trying to determine the author of the note. She was invited out by many men daily, some drunken, some not, and now she felt as if everyone was a suspect. And so, as she was closing up the shop, a hard lump of dread was weighting down her stomach.
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Will become closed after the obvious needed character is filled.
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