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Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

Misty sat in the darkest corner of the room as she did every night watching Robert as he slept. She had taken a month off work to tend to his needs and hopefully make him as comfortable as possible. Tonight was unusually quiet. She saw him appear. Nothing this week would have surprised her after hearing some of the hell that tormented her brother. Both of the these in front of her were strangers to her. Yet she quietly watched him. Not knowing what he was doing exactly, she barely whispered telling the stranger who appeared, please, he has had enough torment, do not to hurt him any further. She didnt speak a word only to him was anything said within her mind. Surely if he could walk through walls he could hear her thoughts. Standing up quietly she walked behind him her head tilted to one side as she looked at him through the corner of her eyes. She recognized him. He was the man several weeks ago she ran into and almost fell over in the center of town. Now she knew he was no ordinary man, there he is appearing in this room as if he was always here, but she knew what she saw was real.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

Girl, I do not mean your brother harm, in fact I am taking the harm from him before it does even greater damage. I would ask that you stay away from me as I do this. He was polite and civil even though his voice had this dark quality to it that was very hard to define. Even with the interruption he was going to continue the process of taking all of the horrible energies that were attached to his memories and thoughts to leave him as a nice balanced individual that could cope with life and his problems without the issues of PTSD. And even though the special was so close it did not look like she was going to stop this or attack him so he was safe for now and most likely would be for quite a while since after this was done he was not planning on hanging out with her. The energy was flowing out the man easily enough and it was only going to be a few more moments for it to finish before he was going to be able to just head out and let them live a peaceful life as he continued to do what he did best.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

She did as he asked, not wanting Robert hurt any more than he has been. What is your take? Do you come now and take his bad memories then suck the life out of him at a later date. I recognize who you are. I just dont get the connection. Why Robert. What do you want with his memories? Her common sense told her he wasnt there just to take the harmful effects of the war in Roberts mind. She did not trust the fact that he chose to arrive in the late night hours. If you mean no harm, then why did you not be open and honest instead of coming in here like a common thief? You are neither common nor a thief, at least not to steal household possessions. You knew who I was, why did you not talk to me about this? Why all the secrecy. No normal person just walks in unannounced hiding in the night shadows as you did a month or so ago two blocks away. Of course you arent a person nor are you normal.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

He did not answer her questions for there was no need to, she was scared as all humans were in times like these. And he was not the kind to comfort others. It was their choice to comfort themselves after his business was done. Whether he be doing an act such as this to heal wounds or if he did an act much like he did when he was helping the other woman's marriage. All he was doing was helping with some benefit for himself on the side but the main act was to deal with the suffering and pain that people were having to go through either knowingly or unknowingly as it surely hurts them in more ways than one. The last of the energy flowed up from her brother into his hand and he looked over to her with a nod. I may act by darkness but that does not mean that I am of the dark. Your brother will be fine and should lead a full life without ever having to encounter me again. So I bid you adieu. In black mist he left the room once more heading out into the night to find where there was yet more fear that he was going to have to deal with.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

She did not quite know how to take his lack of answers, let alone his reply. Though he seemed sincere it was like believing him would have been a fate worse than death. Misty held back her thoughts and let him do whatever he had too. If truly he could help her brother, he was here, already, nothing could be done without making matters worse. If in fact this entity or spirit was planning something evil, he would have done it by now. Wouldnt he? That was her thought. She nodded back with stress revealed all over her face. She would know by morning when he woke up whether or not this spirit of the night had helped her brother. She hoped, even prayed Robert would have no recollection as to what happened here this night. That he would recognize her and be alright again. Come sunrise everyone would either know some miracle had happened or a nightmare had just begun.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

When the morning came it seemed that Robert woke very refreshed, there was no shakes and no apparent fear in his eyes, it was like he was in perfect peace. Last night I had this beautiful dream where this angel forgave me for my transgressions in battle and took the pain away. It makes me feel so very peaceful Misty. Those were the words that she was greeted with in the morning while there was no entity in the room. The entity was simply just living in some other corner of the city feeding off of the fear of others and possibly doing further righting of wrongs that occurred that caused suffering in the hearts of others. This was his way of making what he did counted. Making a mark on the world and feeling as though that mark counted was important to him even though no one would really notice it. He was happy in the knowledge that her brother was going to be safe in his own mind and able to better cope with things and develop into a fully integrated citizen into society. It was important that such a thing occur yet without him being for all of the soldiers in the US Army, he was a minority case to have been saved from the pain of the aftermath of war.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

Misty smiled. Sounds like a wonderful dream Robert. I hope it lasts for a very long time. She looked into her brothers face and for the first time since he came home the haunting appearance was gone. The glazed over look was gone and she hated to ask, but she had too. Robert, do you know where you are? I mean, do you remember anything beyond last night? You know I am your sister, but do you.....remember me at all? Taking his hands into hers looking into his face and eyes, she was afraid he would say not really, though I feel at peace. Her stomach was fluttering around like a woman with morning sickness, she was hoping beyond hope he knew for a fact that he recognized his sister. Not just someone who was there for him helping him through this transition of coming home unaware of who he really was or where he really belonged.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

Sis, you are being weird. Do you have one of those weird headaches again? Of course I remember you. You have been taking care of me since I got home and we spent all of our childhood together like best buds. I know you better than I know my unit. He spoke with clarity as he walked over to hug his sister and make her feel like she was being recognized and that he was not just saying words to say words. He was saying them to actually mean something to her. Since she was a child she had been special and it caused her to be weird from time to time so this was not something that was abnormal. I am sorry, Sis. I just worry about you sometimes. He told her as he pulled her into an even tighter hug to let her know that he was there fro her.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

Misty laughed and then tears fell from her eyes. They were mighty close as she asked him the question, though she blinked them back. Robert, you know something, I am only weird because you expect it. I would hate to let you down now. She gave him her best hug and rubbed his back. I love you Robert, you have always been here for me as well. From the first time you took me up in the top of Moms apple tree to the time I fell from the hayloft hiding from you. I will never let you think I am anything but weird. Misty gave him a kiss on the cheek. I will meet you downstairs. I need to start breakfast for everyone. I am so glad you are home, Robert. I have missed you so very much. She went downstairs and went into the kitchen and started coffee and tea for everyone. Next she went in and called the girls into their parents room she sat on their bed and quietly gave them the news. Just dont go bananas over this change, he seems to be fine. Quietly she thanked the spirit who had been there in the night. You must be some kind of angel.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

He was no angel but he was good at taking care of things, things that others were unable to or did not want to. She was now going to have an intact brother, not one that was going to be broken by war, he had done that for her to help her brother. At the same time it also served the purpose of allowing him distance from her and hopefully understanding. It allowed him to be able to live in his normal home without having to venture out just as New York had been quite a nice vacation for him. Being home was where the heart was, though he did not particularly have such a thing but who knows. He was an entity that was brought into existence by some unknown force with the drive to punish those who do wrong by others with their own fear. Doing it here was much more meaningful than it would be in New York or any other big city as here it seemed to have an actual effect rather than be simply just another ripple in an ocean of others. As she was thanking him for his deed, he was sitting in front of a jail cell in the City Police Department looking at a man that they had picked up for being intoxicated in public. However, what they did not know was that the man's crime was much worse than that. The reason for him being drunk is that he had beat his girlfriend to death after she supposedly had cheated on him when she hadn't. He had just thought that she had. So now here he was in the place that he needed to be anyway, but he was going to be let out soon for the day. The entity was not going to allow this murderer to get away with his crime. So here he was in the exact form of the man's girlfriend only being able to be seen by the murderer. The entity got up gingerly and approached the bars looking at him. Why did you kill me? I did nothing to you to deserve this. I thought that you loved me. We were going to have a life together. And you threw it all away due to the illusion of cheating. He had an hour till he was released and he was either going to have a break down or admit his crime well before then. The entity was going to make sure of that.
Thread: Controlling Fear (Swordsman18 & Babette)

Misty made a large breakfast for everyone. It was Saturday and there was no rush to do anything but sit down to a home style breakfast. She had everything ready when Robert came into the kitchen, he came up behind his sister and said he was starving. That was the Robert she remembered. He was always in the kitchen with their Mother when she used to bake a lot in her younger years. With six mouths to feed there was always plenty. She had everything in the oven staying warm waiting for Krissy, Connie, and their parents. Pour some coffee or tea if you like Robert. I already had a cup. I never know what Mom and Dad are drinking. If I pour coffee, they will have tea. She gave a small laugh. I already know what the girls will be drinking. Orange Juice, it is their everyday drink at breakfast. When she heard her Dads voice in the living room, she opened the oven handing Robert the mitts, Would you mind setting the tray on top of the stove? she asked him. She lined up the plates and as everyone sat down at the table she gave a list of what they were having. Fried eggs, hash browns, fresh melon, toast, and blueberry waffles. Her Dad always got first choice then Robert, the girls, her Mother then her. It had been like that since the younger girls were born. It was also a big help and the only way she knew to keep everyone straight. She was glad it was this Saturday, it was the girls day to do dishes, they switched every two weeks. Which meant she had today free and clear to take Robert out if he so chose or just stay close by encase he needed anything. After breakfast she helped the girls stack, rinse and get ready to wash the dishes. Misty reminded them if they broke anything they would lose their allowance for a month, she winked and smiled at them and left to go find something to do. Robert was out on the back porch sitting in the old rocking chair, staring off into space. She opened the screen door quietly and stood in front of the door leading out to the back yard. Would you like to do something today Robert? she asked him, hoping he wasnt starting to slip back into thinking about the war. He looked up at her and smiled, I am just glad to be home finally. Sitting here after being gone so long, is nice. I see Dad hasnt lost his love for flowers. I should go see if he wants a hand. Though I already know what his answer will be. Robert laughed, This is what he will say, tell me if I am wrong. Youre standing in my light son. He chuckled, Thats what he always says when I ask if I can help him. Does he say that to you Misty? Misty couldnt help but giggle, Close enough, he doesnt call me son.
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Roger Morgan climbed out of his black Jaguar and walked with a spring in his step to the front door of The Gentleman's Club. If someone were to take note, them might find him not quite the sort of fellow who would frequent a place like this. Good evening, Mr. Morgan, Jack, the young bouncer said as he opened the door for the debonair patron. Howdy, Jack! Roger greeted him. Good group of girls tonight? Jack nodded. Yep...some of your favorites and a couple of new girls, too. Roger gave Jack a smile and a slap on the back as he entered the fairly dark club. Straight ahead a decent and traditional dining area was host to a number of couples and loners have a hearty meal, but as Roger emerged from the lobby, the bright stage lights and black lights and neon signs caught his attention immediately. Raising his hand and motioning to Jacob, the bartender, Roger took a seat at a table not far from the stage just as a shapely blonde was bending over and looking straight at him between her legs. She smiled and wiggled her bare ass for him and he nodded and waved. A new server arrived at his table and set a bottle of his favorite beer down, and Roger kicked back, took a sip of his Heineken, and focused on the buns of the blonde on the stage.
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Name Annabelle Morris Age 30 Hair Long Red Hair Height 5' 5 Weight 110 lbs. Breasts 38B Body type Slender but toned If a year ago, you told Annabelle Morris that she would be working in a strip club to support herself and her 5 year old daughter. She would have laughted in your face. She was an executive in a big finacial company and had a great husband. It had been a bad year for her and her little girl, Gwenevere. Her husband ran off to some Caribbean island with her secretary and half of their money. Then, her company got caught up in the whole economic downturn and went under. She had to sell a lot of stuff to pay bills and move out of their nice appartment and moved into a little one room. But, there still wasn't enough. She tryed apply for other jobs but no one was hiring. So there was only one thing left, stripping. She stripped to work her way through college and she hoped she'd never have to do it again. But, she needed money and this was her only option. And now, please welcome Belle to the stage! said the voice of the DJ. She sighed and walked out on to as she walked onto the stage in her little school girl outfit
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Roger sat up and took notice this new girl at least she was new to him. My, my.., He said to himself, Nice outfit! He was not unlike every other man when it came to his carnal nature. What re-blooded American male did not like a fox in a school girl outfit? As she came into the limelight, Morgan furrowed his brows and squinted a bit. Hmm..., He murmured, She is not quite as young as the other dancers here. But this was only an observation which intrigued him. As far as looks went, she was definitely hot in Roger's book. As she began to do her moves, Roger finished his beer and signaled for another. The last stripper - Mindy, the blonde one - had certainly gotten a rise out of him so much so that her had to slip his hand down his pants and adjust himself lest he continue to be uncomfortable. Now that this new dancer was on the stage, he lost nothing of his firm condition, for whoever she was immediately did something for him that made his chest feel funny and his loins tingle.
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Annabelle started her dance by unbuttoning her blouse revealing a plaid bra. Then she slid down her skirt with her ass pointed at the crowd to revel her matching g-string. Then, she removed her bra, she knew that her breasts weren't as big as the other girls here. Then she moved over to one of the poles and started to swing around it. She didn't smile much as the men put money in her g-string. Soon her dance was over. She picked up the bills and her clothes that were on the stage and left the stage.
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Roger was captivated by this new dancer. She wasn't as big-breasted as some of the others, but she had an ass to die for, and that was important to him. But something else struck him about her, and it too was appealing. Though she did all she could to satisfy the audience, and she seemed to get a fair amount of money for her show, I don't want to be here, appeared to be written all over her face. Roger thought this a bit odd. Sure, many of the girls would rather be elsewhere than at work, but when they were on stage, they really looked like they wanted to get screwed right then and there. As the next stripper walked into the limelight and shook her her ample boobs at the men and women in the front row, Roger watched, but saw nothing. His gaze was far off and his thoughts ran elsewhere. Hmm...I wonder, He muttered. He raised his hand again and the waiter ran over. Yes sir? He said. Roger had him lean down so he wouldn't have to raise his voice. Would you tell Bobby that I'd like to have a private dance from the girl that was just on stage...what's her name...Belle? The server nodded and made his way back to the bar where the owner sat watching the show. Bobby motioned with a jerk of his head, gave a smile to Roger, and sent the waiter backstage.
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Annabelle was putting her outfit back on when the waiter told her that she was needed for a private dance. Annabelle sighed and said, Alright... She knew that private dances could be big money makers. But she didn't like being alone in the room with some guy or some horny woman. She reached the room she was told to go to and she opened the door. She saw it was at least a nice looking guy... Hello, there... she said with a fake smile on her face...What Can I do for you this evening?
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Roger stood and turned to Belle as she came in. He was something of an imposing figure at 6'4, and his broad shoulders and long arms spoke of natural strength. He was clean-shaven and wore his hair close-cut, tapered on the sides and back. This evening he wore khakis and a white Polo with a navy blazer. Hello Belle! He said enthusiastically, I appreciate you coming to see me. He got a good look at her now and up close he found she was hotter than he had thought. What can you do for me? He said. I want the works...I want to see what you have to offer. Satisfy me...I pay well, He concluded.
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Annabelle nodded, She turned on the music in the room and then she started to dance again. She stripped down to her G-string and started to give him a lap dance. Are your ready to see how I can really satisfy you? She wasn't looking forward to what she was about to do but she needed the money.
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Roger liked what he saw very much, and by the time Belle was down to her g-string and rubbing her ass on his lap, he was hard as a rock. His large member was making quite a bulge in his khakis that no one could fail to notice. Well, I've got to say, you've got a fantastic ass! He told her. That already goes a long way toward what I'm going to propose. But, yes...I'm quite ready...satisfy me. SalesGirlAnna said Annabelle nodded, She turned on the music in the room and then she started to dance again. She stripped down to her G-string and started to give him a lap dance. Are your ready to see how I can really satisfy you? She wasn't looking forward to what she was about to do but she needed the money. Click to expand...
Thread: My Personal Assistant (riverrust & SalesGirlAnna)

Annabelle reached down to his pants and lowered his fly. Then she reached inside and carefully removed his large member. Then she got on her knees in between his legs and started to lick it. After a few moments of licking she wrapped her lips around the huge cock and started to suck it.
Thread: The Last Straw (Tatcon & SalesGirlAnna)

It's a prank order, I know it is! Marco yelled over the handset of the phone as he was ordered to take the call. He had to shake his head at this, the girl who was his boss at this joint was rediculous, she didn't have a clue what was going on, and for some strange reason, she was always trying to put the blame on them. maldita puta.. he mumbled to himself before returning to the order and starting to put it through. It was an outrageous order, well beyond the bounds of normal human consumption...but she had said to take it. After it was done he passed it off to the cooks, knowing that they would be rather flabbergasted by the demands and he would just pass on the order their boss had made and he waited. He had a distinct feeling that shit was going to hit the fan when she realized just how much of a loss the order was going to be, and as a result he just ran a hand through his mid-length black hair, brown eyes looking around randomly as he mind thought of the best way to deal with the issue at hand. For the moment he just leaned against the counter and placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and waited for the eventual fallout.
Thread: The Last Straw (Tatcon & SalesGirlAnna)

Name Annabelle Morris Age 35 Hair Long Red Hair Height 5' 5 Weight 110 lbs. Breasts 38B Body type Slender but toned Annabelle grew up in a Upper Middle Class family. She was an only child and her parents loved her very much. She was friends with just about everyone in school and very popular. She got very good grades in school and was able to get a full scolorship to college, and 8 years later she owned one of the most popular pizza places in town. This day, she was wearing a blue skirt that went a bit past her knees, a blue blouse, white stockings, 2 black Mary Jane pumps, pearl necklace and earrings. She had her long shoulder length red hair pulled back in a loose bun. When the order came in for 50 pizzas, she smiled it was a huge order and well worth the extra expense. Marco tried to tell her that it was a prank but she knew it couldn't be, so she had him put the order in. She was in her office doing some paper work when one of her other employees came to tell her that the 50 pizza order came back. The address was an old abandoned warehouse... She was mad... She composed herself and said, Send Marco in here...