
12-29-2008, 03:52 AM
’What to do, what to do?’ The fair haired man sat in a crowded pub and contemplated the plan that had accumulated in his mind. Sure it was devious, but if his calculations were correct no one would be harmed or any such thing as that and he would get exactly what he had always wanted. A wicked smile graced the man’s handsome face as he decided that he would follow through and the smile only grew wider as he glanced around the area, he would find many willing subjects within the walls of the tavern.
Swirling around the contents of his drink in the stone goblet Demetri gave a sensuous smirk to the woman across the room who had been glancing his way ever since he had arrived. She would be his first ‘victim’. Standing the attractive man began to make his way over to the bar where the female was sitting enjoying a drink of her own. Slathering on as much manly charm that he possessed Demetri sat down beside the woman and struck up a decent conversation with her.
Minutes passed, and then an hour was consumed before the fair haired man found out all the information about the woman that he needed and decided that it was time to put his plan into action.
”So, you said that you have no way of getting home to America, am I right? Demetri wasn’t expecting the woman to burst into tears when he asked, maybe she had had too much to drink. When the woman’s answer was affirmative Demetri went on after putting an arm around her in consolation.
”Well, I think I might have some good news for you. You see I’m an archeologist and I’m here on an excavation dig but I’m leaving next week. I’m leaving by private jet and well, I have room, quite a bit of it actually and well… I’d be willing to lend you a ride back home. What do you say? Putting his best suave, sincere look upon his face the devious man glanced into the woman’s eyes and immediately knew that she would take up his offer.
Time shifted away like sand in an hour glass after Demetri’s proposal and finally he was able to slip away from the woman after telling her that if she finds anyone who needs a ride, to bring them to the air strip that he told her to meet him at in one week’s time. A deep sigh was released from the man’s lungs as he walked through the blistering sun to his hotel room; he was ready but discouraged slightly. He felt bad for what he would have to bring himself to do in a week’s time, but he knew that he would swiftly get over that. Shaking his head the man continued on his way with a slight sulk.
Last edited by Captain Howdy; 12-30-2008 at 08:09 AM..
Reason: Removal of Post Decoration
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