and naked isn't a very dignified way to be found dead."
Truth was, he would have done pretty much whatever she asked of him. At the age of thirty, he was too young to be her father, but was rather a bit older than her lover should be, so he convinced himself that a brother would do no less for his sister.
This, he also found hard to grasp.
* * *
Walking into the mega-mart, she stared intently at the old man that was there to greet them, and he stared intently back at her, while oddly enough, this produced a moment of jealousy within Charlie until they passed that point, and she turned to look up at him.
"I had to distract him," she slightly scolded as she grabbed his hand to walk by his side as though they were a couple. "I have naked feet."
He almost corrected her, to tell her that they were called bare feet, but determined that he liked the sound of naked feet even better. Little did he know, she already understood that.
"Shoes first then," he said as he began to guide her to that department.
The walk there seemed as though in slow motion to him, as thoughts both raced and exploded within his head. One topic was about how much trouble he was going to be in, while the next was about how little he cared about that. She was, by far, the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen.
He began to feel sorry for Ryan, for the most beautifully created woman now walked beside him, holding HIS hand. Certainly, this could end better than their tragedy had.
"I want tennis shoes and high heels," she said, interrupting his euphoria, though it was a welcomed interruption.
"Then we should find blue jeans, and a dress after that," he returned, though she was quick to change his mind,
"Nice looking tennis shoes," she told him as she gently squeezed his hand, determined to get what she wanted, "and a comfortable pair of black, dress slacks."
How could he disagree, when a woman's behind could look so nice behind a nice pair of slacks, but for a moment, he almost thought that he was thinking about her far too much.
"He made me try on outfits," she said as her face grew somber, remembering the memories that they had given her.
This was an awkward pause, as she seemed to fall into a moment where her past seemed to consume her thinking. He knew that these moments would come, though still he did not know how to react.
"I will not allow them to consume my mind anymore," she said with a grin of uncertainty, as she released his hand, and then began to walk the rows of shoes, before turning to look back at him.
"Would you find me some socks?"
She held his eyes for a moment, yet he felt compelled, eventually, to do as she requested. How could he refuse such a simple request, despite the fact that he did not wish to leave her, for more reasons than one?
He had been the one to program her computer capabilities, and although he did not have any part in the torment that he was beginning to realize they had placed upon her, he still felt guilty.
Slothfully and emotionally, he made his way to the socks. He did not know which ones he should grab, but figured that the smallest ones that he could find were likely the best option.
How could they do those things to her? He did not even realize to what extent they had gone, though he could tell that they were things that hurt her badly. He could only wish that he would be able to comfort her.
Thumbing through the socks, he found the ones that he figured would fit her best, but a tap on his shoulder made him jump, and turn to see her smiling up at him.
"How do I look?"
Just that fast, she had found her black slacks, and a gray sports bra to go with it, and she was the picture of loveliness. How she had gotten them on, and made her way back to him, he could not figure, though why should he question perfection?
"You look beautiful," he managed to say, as his eyes simply looked her over. The way that she turned and danced to properly display it, made it
Truth was, he would have done pretty much whatever she asked of him. At the age of thirty, he was too young to be her father, but was rather a bit older than her lover should be, so he convinced himself that a brother would do no less for his sister.
This, he also found hard to grasp.
* * *
Walking into the mega-mart, she stared intently at the old man that was there to greet them, and he stared intently back at her, while oddly enough, this produced a moment of jealousy within Charlie until they passed that point, and she turned to look up at him.
"I had to distract him," she slightly scolded as she grabbed his hand to walk by his side as though they were a couple. "I have naked feet."
He almost corrected her, to tell her that they were called bare feet, but determined that he liked the sound of naked feet even better. Little did he know, she already understood that.
"Shoes first then," he said as he began to guide her to that department.
The walk there seemed as though in slow motion to him, as thoughts both raced and exploded within his head. One topic was about how much trouble he was going to be in, while the next was about how little he cared about that. She was, by far, the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen.
He began to feel sorry for Ryan, for the most beautifully created woman now walked beside him, holding HIS hand. Certainly, this could end better than their tragedy had.
"I want tennis shoes and high heels," she said, interrupting his euphoria, though it was a welcomed interruption.
"Then we should find blue jeans, and a dress after that," he returned, though she was quick to change his mind,
"Nice looking tennis shoes," she told him as she gently squeezed his hand, determined to get what she wanted, "and a comfortable pair of black, dress slacks."
How could he disagree, when a woman's behind could look so nice behind a nice pair of slacks, but for a moment, he almost thought that he was thinking about her far too much.
"He made me try on outfits," she said as her face grew somber, remembering the memories that they had given her.
This was an awkward pause, as she seemed to fall into a moment where her past seemed to consume her thinking. He knew that these moments would come, though still he did not know how to react.
"I will not allow them to consume my mind anymore," she said with a grin of uncertainty, as she released his hand, and then began to walk the rows of shoes, before turning to look back at him.
"Would you find me some socks?"
She held his eyes for a moment, yet he felt compelled, eventually, to do as she requested. How could he refuse such a simple request, despite the fact that he did not wish to leave her, for more reasons than one?
He had been the one to program her computer capabilities, and although he did not have any part in the torment that he was beginning to realize they had placed upon her, he still felt guilty.
Slothfully and emotionally, he made his way to the socks. He did not know which ones he should grab, but figured that the smallest ones that he could find were likely the best option.
How could they do those things to her? He did not even realize to what extent they had gone, though he could tell that they were things that hurt her badly. He could only wish that he would be able to comfort her.
Thumbing through the socks, he found the ones that he figured would fit her best, but a tap on his shoulder made him jump, and turn to see her smiling up at him.
"How do I look?"
Just that fast, she had found her black slacks, and a gray sports bra to go with it, and she was the picture of loveliness. How she had gotten them on, and made her way back to him, he could not figure, though why should he question perfection?
"You look beautiful," he managed to say, as his eyes simply looked her over. The way that she turned and danced to properly display it, made it
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