Chapter 1
Hart Lake , GA 1962
Terrance had been taken with her at first sight. She wore a molded knit leopard print top with three-quarter sleeves and a low rounded neck. Her undergarment pushed her breasts up and together, leaving her cleavage pressing forward. Her hardened nipples were prominent against the fabric. Her floor-length skirt was made of a gold embroidered fabric offsetting the top. She wore high, thin-heeled shoes with rounded toes of the same gold fabric. They sank slightly into the ground around the Georgia lakeside as she circulated, smiling to some, talking with others. Her dark brown hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders with an up flip. Long narrow strands of gold beads glinted at her ears.
He saw her as a perfect counterpart to his trim, two button suit which allowed him more shoulder and chest room. He wore a white shirt but no tie.
It made his cock pulse when he reminded himself how young she was, unspoiled by humanity in general. She’d just finished college. The world waited open before her. He’d known she was the host’s daughter, had been warned in fact to leave her alone. He wasn’t prepared to consider her his vision of the perfect woman.
He waited until late in the evening before he wandered toward her. They'd passed several long looks back and forth, but neither moved toward the other. With the party still full around them, he watched as she headed toward the house, catching her hand and pulling her into the shadows. At first instinct she'd been prepared to fight, but relaxed when she realized who detained her. They didn't say a word for a long time but rather stared at each other. In moments, she became imprinted on his brain. Her female scent gave him an instant hard-on.
"Who are you?" she finally asked. "I've never seen you here before."
"It doesn't matter. This is my first and last visit here."
He didn't verbalize that he'd been mesmerized by her all night and his mind barely functioned. She was tall and sturdy, not skinny or frail. She carried herself with an air of acceptance. That struck him most, how comfortable she was just being her. It was a rare trait for any person, one he himself finally came to terms with, which ingrained he’d not see her again.
"I hope you enjoy the party." She'd taken her hand from his, not giving her name or asking for his.
"What would make you enjoy it more, Claudia? After all, this is your family home, your territory." Her expression became clouded, she obviously thought the remark strange, but let it pass.
"I'm having a fine time," she'd answered a bit too quickly, her eyes not meeting his.
He recognized that she didn't want anyone to see beyond the façade she presented for family and friends. "Only on the surface. Deep down you want something, something you'll never have the guts to ask for."
She flinched as though she felt a slap on her cheek, like a gauntlet being tossed in her path. The more time he spent near her, the easier it became to read her thoughts, a new talent he was beginning to enjoy. Right now, she wondered what it would be like to throw caution to the wind and actually tell him. Of course, she didn't. He managed to hold back the smile forming on his lips.
"What are you talking about?" She tried to tease, smiling too brightly. "I've everything I could want or ask for. You must be mistaken or had too much champagne, maybe both."
She forced herself to hold his gaze. When she wanted to retreat, she sensed the importance of not to giving him the advantage. He appreciated her fortitude. His cock stirred, blood filling it to a pulsing beat. If he still had a heart beat, it would be in sync.
His new senses still surprised him. He slipped easily into her deepest thoughts. What he found deep in the recesses of her mind amazed and enamored him. For a young woman her life altering secret would haunt any adult. Claudia was trying to find a way to live with hers. She was a rare
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