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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 18, 2015 2:58:25 GMT
Lionel grinned. "You did say your worst sin was pride. Pride presumes a need for power, Veronica. So is it true?"
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 19, 2015 0:20:34 GMT
"Why don't we go back to yours, and I'll show you how much power I like exerting?" She asked, taking another sip of scotch.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 22, 2015 21:42:39 GMT
Lionel laughed. "I'm sorry. That was much more forward than I expected." He finished his scotch. "But I think I can play..."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 22, 2015 21:45:54 GMT
"Oh, if you would rather stay and get to know one another a bit better, I am happy to oblige," she smiled, "perhaps we should establish first what exactly we both want. Are you looking for someone to have sex with, or more?"
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 22, 2015 21:57:14 GMT
"Well... I suppose you could say I'm looking for a companion. Someone I can share my mind with, and my time. Sex is always welcome, but only a fool judges his relationships based on it." He studied her face, her hair. "And what do you want, Veronica Maugham?"
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 22, 2015 22:02:38 GMT
"I know there is more to a relationship than it" she replied, looking at him, "I just wanted to know where we stand, if we stand at the same place." she smiled at him agin, "Companionship would be nice, everyone needs someone, and you strike me as a man who would need a discreet lover, you would find it hard to find someone as discreet as me."
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 22, 2015 22:11:27 GMT
He smiled playfully. "I do find myself in need of a mistress... We do live in uncertain times." He stood up in a custom-tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. He was at least 6 feet tall, and almost certainly worked out, judging by how the suit clung to him. But he still spoke like an aristocrat. He buttoned his suit and pocketed his holodevice. "My driver is waiting downstairs"
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 22, 2015 22:17:43 GMT
Rory looked at him appraisingly, she'd done much worse in terms of looks for a mission.
"Mistress sounds terribly formal," she said and laughed softly, putting an arm through his, "Does this mean I get to be your little secret?" she asked and she leant against his strong frame.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 22, 2015 22:28:29 GMT
"Well, I'm not married, and the tabloids find me dreadfully dull, so I don't think you'll need concern yourself terribly with cloak and dagger drama." He lead her to the elevator.
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