Thread: A Subtle Induction (James London & Ariamella)

Unless Kylie became a heavy set married woman with two kids over the course of the flight, it wasn't her that darted past Mason, chasing her rapturous boy. The boy's laughter lingered in his ears, as what ifs and what could have been, ran across his mind for the umpteenth time. His cross to bare. A cross that the man was content to grin and bare, for if the world's a stage and we are merely players, his role was that of the repentant martyr. All the same he found himself smiling. At what appeared to be the last passengers departing the plane, it was all too easy for Mason to believe this was Courtney's climax of bitter hatred and Kylie wasn't on the plane at all. Yet, there she was and there was no mistaking her for anyone else, but John's daughter. She was less of a young woman and more a epitome of femininity, with her luscious golden locks and lithe yet curvy figure. The man was starting to think the problem had less to do with her, and more to do with the men that were bewitched by her. Not that he could blame them, as he used to be there age one, thinking less with his brain and more with his cock. But, that seemed a life time ago and besides she was John's daughter, now his charge. It was only as Kylie drew closer to Mason, that he perceived a red flag. As a man it was not a revelation that he knew nothing of fashion, but what was surprising was the fact the girl's bag was a designer brand, and an expensive one at that. Too expensive for a teenager like her to be able to afford. There were two explanations on how she acquired the bag, and he chose the first and innocent story, that it was a gift. From who though? Courtney was a single mother and the household's only source of income. However, rather than flesh out the dark and lecherous scenario, he pushed out of his mind as she was looking right up at him. Please call me Mason, as your father and I are..... said Mason his rich bass voice cutting off at his admission of are instead of were, Were good friends. The man felt ashamed having jumped the gun earlier, as the girl was wearing more clothes than most her age, being oblivious to the masquerade playing out before him. His sapphire gems meeting hers, he found himself drowning in a sea of green, her having her mother's eyes. I've been waiting too long for this day, Kylie. A large warm smile played across his lips. The man chuckled and shaked his head, as she stretched her hand out to him. His grip tender he pulled her into a warm and tight hug, to the awe of the young men that were their audience. Some of them gave him a thumbs up or grinned, but he just rolled his eyes. To think he used to be their age. Not wanting to further embarrass Kylie, Mason cut his embrace short. Unless you have all your clothes in that bag, let's go get your luggage. The older man chuckled turned and indicated her to follow him. The great thing about McKellar-Sipes Regional only being one floor, was baggage claim was only a minute away, if even that. He found himself confused to see so many bags, as the other passengers by now should of claimed their belongings. To his dismay he realized they were all her bags, making a silent prayer glad that he brought his truck. Bag after bag finished loading the cart, his arms thick sinews straining as he played at being her beast of burden. I swear you must have some dumbbells or bricks in there. The outside of the airport was as small as the inside, with the parking lot only fitting a dozen or so cars at a time. Taking a well deserved union break, Mason pulled his keys out and unlocked his black 1986 Ford F150 . Ever the gentlemen he strolled to the passenger's side and opened the door. After you. He glanced her over, still wondering if this was real or not.