Thread: Asking for Directions {darkangel76 & Alan23}

Unable to help it, Andie felt her cheeks go red once again the moment Charles began to speak. She wasn't sure if it was because he'd merely given his name or because he'd actually taken the time to explain himself and his past deeds. Though a part of her figured it had more to do with the fact that one of his class and predicament had dared to do what the others had not and nothing at all to do with the words he was actually uttering. And then there was the manner in which he addressed herlike a proper gentleman, not like a prisoner locked in a 'cage'. It was all rather unnerving and, as much as she hated to admit it, intriguing. Well, Mr. McAuley, I am glad you see the error of your past and plan to face your future as a gentleman should. Andie smiled a little, her blush deepening just a bit. With that, I bid you good night. I shall return in the morning. At that, she gave Charles a demure curtsy and made her way back to her coach, her hand discreetly at the ready in case the garter decided to loose itself once again. Andie's thoughts were swimming as she entered her spacious coachher new traveling 'home' as she journeyed to New Orleans. She sat alone for several long moments as she pondered her conversation with Charles. It had been interesting and most odd, definitely different compared to any sort of conversation she'd ever had with anyone of the opposite sex. Furrowing her brow, she peered outside and noticed a tent had been set up for her, a grand tent that no doubt had a bed and some of her luggage set up for her as well. With a reluctant sigh, she pushed herself up and made her way to her tent and entered it. The bed was indeed set up and more comfortable than she'd expected, but it paled in comparison to the one in her room back home in Chicago. Looking about her tent, Andie suddenly felt so alone. Though she had a few gripes when it came to Helen, she missed her personal maid and longed to have the woman with her. What she wouldn't give to have someone who could properly help her dress and undress each day. Her gowns were so cumbersome to put on and take off. Without Helen, it was so much... harder... Andie's dark eyes welled with tears as she wished both for Helen and extra drapes to conceal herself. She made sure her tent entrance was as secure as it could be and then reached around her back and unzipped herself, loosing her gown so that it could fall off her slim body into a puddle of satin about her ankles. She then shimmied off the slips as her mind began to wander to difficulties of the corset that she donned. There was a trick to tightening and loosening the undergarment by one's self, but it wasn't easy and Helen had only been able to show her a handful of times how to do it. Just then, Andie felt a stray tear roll down her pale cheek and she sniffled. Unfortunately, crying wouldn't help her out in her current situation though she felt a bit of release in allowing herself a bit of a cry. Heaving a heavy sigh, she worked on her corset and the garment fell free from her petite body, her small breasts no longer squished and confined by the thing. Though she was alone, her arms immediately moved to conceal herself and she reached for her nightgown, pulling the filmy white frock over her head. Sitting down on her bed, she hoisted up her nightgown and unfastened her garter belt and then unattached it from the stockings she wore. She scowled at the wretched thing, the thing that had caused her troubles on more than one occasion and threw it. As she looked down at her legs, she slowly began to slide the stockings off until... rip... Oh no... Andie mumbled, a trace of panic in her voice. She held the stocking up and saw the rip, which had led to run. Ruined! More tears began to streak down her cheeks. Dropping her stockings she just couldn't hold back any longer. Burying her face in her hands she cried for several minutes before she finally picked up her clothessomething she wished she had a servant to do for herand situated herself in her bed. The night was long and uncomfortable and Andie found herself having a difficult time finding sleep. Her evening after speaking with Charles had been dreadful and now there were too many strange sounds out in the wilds that were filling her ears making it near impossible for her to calm down. The sounds were loud and terrifying and more than making her mind run rampant with fear while filling it with frightful images of untamed beasts lurking about that were ready to pounce and eat a girl alive! Oh the thought made her blood run cold, her muscles tense as she shivered and shook, wishing she were back home in her bed where it was safe and secure, where there were servants and little luxuries like hot running water. Her hands ran furiously through her dark tresses as she tried desperately to find sleep, that black state of consciousness that would allow her some semblance of refreshment once the sun rose overhead. When the sun finally did rise, Andie still felt rather tired and as a result had a difficult time getting herself dressed. The only thing that kept her motivated was knowing that she had a duty to visit Charles at breakfast time. As the Amerikan ambassador, she'd see it done. Donning pale pink lace, she made her way from her tent and back to where she knew his 'cage' had been set up for the night. She wondered what his disposition would be like now that the sun was rising.