The skylight
It was turning in my head since I met her. She was small, her skin snow white, her shapes softly rounded. The way she moved her little body fascinated me. From the moment I saw her I new I had to take her, but how? Hou could I succeed in my task.
Since she liked art, I decided to play that card. I decided not to tell her directly that I was an artist, but rather that I liked drawing, painting, sculpting, taking pictures. With the innocence of her youth she entered my game. Finally I dared invite her home to show her what i did. I turned the idea in my head for a while because, although I didn't lie to her when I said I liked painting, I thought my style could decieve her. In fact, that was not it: I knew she would be impressed. what disturbed me was that my intentions were not to share my work with her but all I wanted was to take her. My desire had turned into an obsession.
My flat had two floors. the lower one was more classical so I decided to let her in that way. Better not scare her from the move. The upper floor is an attic, I have my studio, the kitchen and dinning room. I had cooked a tasty dinner, everything was ready, just had to push the micro-wave button. I had two good bottles of wine that I unscorched to let it breath. the table was set, the black table cloth always caused its effect, the black plates and the white ones and of course the silver chandeliers that I inherited from my mother. My poor mother, if she only knew the dark purposes for which I used her chandeliers, a wedding present she got! Downstaires there was something to accompany the tequila bottle I knew she would appreciate.
She got there almost in time, just late enough to make herself desired. I showed her in, and as I was helping her with her coat she looked around and admired everything. Sipping her tequila she seemed impatient to see some of the paintings I had told her about. In the middle of the room stands the ladder that takes you upstairs, which she didn't fail to notice. I had some trouble keeping her downstairs. Things were running smooth, I had to retard going upstairs: the longer it took, the stronger the effect.
I was enthousistic, although, what if she were in plaster. Her skin instead of snow white could be plaster white.
"Wait here for a moment; you must be hungry, I'll set dinner going" and giving her no time to protest nor to follow me, I ran up, pressed the microwave button, lit the candles and switched off the light. As I came down, she looked at me in a way that made me think that I was going to take her that very evening.
I stopped a few steps short of the bottom, tenderd her my hand I invited her upstairs. The soft candle light, as expected, made it's effect. As I was serving dinner and refilling her glass, she didn't stop looking enthouthiastically all over. The glasses on the ceiling, the pictures, the table on the wall (wall table) the other one hanging from the ceiling (dining high) all set whith chair and diner, the bum amongst the leaves, all she was discovering. she would get up, go to an object, came back to the table to continue enjoying the meal, she would get up again, look at me in a seductive way, all was going well. I looked at her imagining all the positions in which I would take her.
After the desert, I had to make a run for it; I offerd her a liqueur which she accepted coquettishly.
The moment had come, I told her quietly, as naturally as I could that I wanted to take her
take her in a photo.
She looked at me with her little candid face and with no shame whatsoever asked me if I wanted her to undress, and sparing me to stutter a "yes" from somewhere in my throat, she started to unbutten.
I rushed down to get my camera, and when I came back up,
oh surprise!
she wasn't there,
I looked over to the chair where she had been sitting,
not there
My perverse mind led my eyes to the sofa
neither.
I thought she left, there was an exit door in the attic, but there lay her clothes on the floor.
I just had time enough to take a picture of her before she fled through the skylight. I don't know what happened to her, she was petrified. Clck to continue with the story
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