I don't own'em so please don't sue. =D
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HIS ANGEL/ HER DEVIL
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CHAPTER 5
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HOUR LATER TRISH'S HOUSE
He climbs through the living room window of the extravagant house. He gets up, closes the window, and dusts himself off. He picks up his bag that was tossed in before him and walks to the kitchen. He sets his bag on the bar and pulls out the bottle of wine he brought. He puts it in place of the one already there, throwing it away. He picks up his bag and heads to a room toward the back of the house to wait for his angel to arrive home.
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Trish walks in the front door and drops her bags. As much as she hates to admit it, she's glad to be home. She looks at the clock on the wall as it just strikes 10. Lucky for her she got to the airport when she did, because the plane left earlier than what it said it was going to. Then of course it took *forever* to get her car back from the airport having to produce so much identification and receipts that she wanted to scream. She goes to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine, needing something to calm her nerves. She feels her eyelids get heavy as it feels like the liquid washes over her entire being. She goes upstairs to her bedroom, deciding to take a nap before she gets some dinner.
He comes out of his hiding place as she goes up the stairs. He sets his bag on the bar and starts to set out everything he needs to prepare the dinner he has planned. He starts chopping and mincing vegetables. When finished he thoroughly washes and dries his hands and walks up the stairs. He sees a door partially open and peeks in. Lying on the bed deeply asleep was Trish. He smiles down at her then walks to her closet.
"Now, to find you something to wear for dinner."
He searches until he finds a silver evening dress. He smiles then looks up at the shoe rack above the rod holding the clothes. He finds a pair of clear chunky heels and decides they would look good with the dress. He lays the dress across a chair, and then goes about undressing the sleeping angel. When done he steps back to admire her nude form. He then carefully dresses her in the evening gown and slips the shoes onto her delicate feet. With that done he goes back down the stairs to prepare himself and dinner.
Trish wakes up feeling like she has to fight through a fog to open her eyes. Once opened she sits up and stretches. That's when she smells it. She smells food cooking, but who? She carefully gets up teeters on the unexpected heels. She looks down at herself seeing that she has the silver evening dress on.
"What the hell?"
She slowly walks out of her room and down the stairs. As she steps off the last step she looks into the kitchen and can't believe who she sees.
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dundunduuuuuuun! Who did Trish see? What does he have planned? Will ff.net ever fix the review problem? Look for it tomorrow! Don't forget to R&R! =D
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HIS ANGEL/ HER DEVIL
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CHAPTER 5
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HOUR LATER TRISH'S HOUSE
He climbs through the living room window of the extravagant house. He gets up, closes the window, and dusts himself off. He picks up his bag that was tossed in before him and walks to the kitchen. He sets his bag on the bar and pulls out the bottle of wine he brought. He puts it in place of the one already there, throwing it away. He picks up his bag and heads to a room toward the back of the house to wait for his angel to arrive home.
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Trish walks in the front door and drops her bags. As much as she hates to admit it, she's glad to be home. She looks at the clock on the wall as it just strikes 10. Lucky for her she got to the airport when she did, because the plane left earlier than what it said it was going to. Then of course it took *forever* to get her car back from the airport having to produce so much identification and receipts that she wanted to scream. She goes to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine, needing something to calm her nerves. She feels her eyelids get heavy as it feels like the liquid washes over her entire being. She goes upstairs to her bedroom, deciding to take a nap before she gets some dinner.
He comes out of his hiding place as she goes up the stairs. He sets his bag on the bar and starts to set out everything he needs to prepare the dinner he has planned. He starts chopping and mincing vegetables. When finished he thoroughly washes and dries his hands and walks up the stairs. He sees a door partially open and peeks in. Lying on the bed deeply asleep was Trish. He smiles down at her then walks to her closet.
"Now, to find you something to wear for dinner."
He searches until he finds a silver evening dress. He smiles then looks up at the shoe rack above the rod holding the clothes. He finds a pair of clear chunky heels and decides they would look good with the dress. He lays the dress across a chair, and then goes about undressing the sleeping angel. When done he steps back to admire her nude form. He then carefully dresses her in the evening gown and slips the shoes onto her delicate feet. With that done he goes back down the stairs to prepare himself and dinner.
Trish wakes up feeling like she has to fight through a fog to open her eyes. Once opened she sits up and stretches. That's when she smells it. She smells food cooking, but who? She carefully gets up teeters on the unexpected heels. She looks down at herself seeing that she has the silver evening dress on.
"What the hell?"
She slowly walks out of her room and down the stairs. As she steps off the last step she looks into the kitchen and can't believe who she sees.
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dundunduuuuuuun! Who did Trish see? What does he have planned? Will ff.net ever fix the review problem? Look for it tomorrow! Don't forget to R&R! =D