Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

A game? He repeated the words with disbelief, then he smiled. I almost thought the same of you, turning to her felt the idyllic spell shatter around them. For a moment he had been lost in the past, wrapped in the warm memory of that day. The one time he had been just like everyone else, freed from the responsibility and burden of family. Few knew the demands such families made of their children, just others in the same situation. Boarding school had often been a never ending bitch session of the demands their parents made of them, most glad to be back at school with its more mundane needs and goals. Molly was right though, he looked at her, his eyes gazing across her neck. It still didn't feel real what she was asking of him, it was almost academic at this point. Like some odd, erotic fantasy. He knew of gaspers, had dated one or two before, but it was never his thing. Holding a neck and squeezing, yeah he had done it, but dropped off just before they passed out. To go all the way? Gabriel tried to imagine his hand on her neck, for a long moment he looked at her, that slim, long neck. Making out the muscles, the veins, the slight pulse of the artery just behind and under her jaw, the beat of life. Could he still it? Would he pay for the privilege to do so? To be able to look in her eyes at that last moment and understand, the itch of knowing came back. An itch that demanded to be scratched. Molly was practical, in ways he was not. The way she admitted what she did not know, to him it was everyday, but he had the mark of privilege and in some ways it was there, but often because of who his friends were he never really paid it much attention. Yes, let's go, he said as he slid off the car and opening the door for Molly let her in before jumping into the drivers seat. We can talk there, you may as well see the rest of it. He'd also opened his own door for her, something about Molly was open and he wasn't sure what it was, innocence. Sweet. Sweet, yes that was the best word he could think of. Not simple, not complex, but it was a depth he had never encountered, of hard borne experience but even under such a great weight she was still a happy person. As he drove back home he had to admire her for it, and for a moment lamented the eventual loss of it to the world. Home was home. The wrought iron gates at the end of the long brick driveway opened as he pressed the control, the gates swung in silently to the landscaped grounds. A big swath of lawn before the brick and glass mansion, small at 40 rooms. It was the house he was born in, actually so as his mother's delivery had gone quick she had never had time to get out of bed. Father had always said he was in such a rush they were never able to make the hospital. They had bedrooms to spare, 5 bathrooms, a den, dining room. Library with books and books going back to a thrice named great-grandfather, a patio, pool, tennis court in the back. Gabriel had grown up in privilege, and for it often found himself one of the loneliest people on Earth. As he circled the car before the main door, the wide driveway opening before the garage where the other two cars, and his 4 bikes, were stored. The slight morning breeze stirred the tall trees that ringed the house, the lilies and rose bushes around the house filled the air with the aroma as he opened the door for Molly. Waving his arm at the house bowed slightly as he helped her from the car, be it ever so humble.