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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 9:40:51 GMT -5
"Yeah, not only am I beautiful, my father was the 10th richest man in the whole world."
I like Lysander. He seems a little lost in life. I can help him find himself.
"What do your parents do?"
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 9:43:46 GMT -5
"Well, my dad kicks. He's like the worlds coolest Revolutionary. My mother on the other hand, I have kinda only met for like, a day. And, I was really young. But thats another story. And, shes not exactly an idol to live by, If you get my meaning."
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 9:46:47 GMT -5
"Revolutionary...hmm...I just don't get them. I mean, obviously anyone who is against capitalism has never had money."
I shrug. Politics are really boring anyway. His parents sound interesting. I guess I really don't care. He is hot, and that is all that really matters.
"This place is reaalllly booorrinng. Want to go out somewhere?"
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 9:48:30 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't know. I think its all about putting others above yourself, wanting to make a difference."
I glance at her, looks like shes scoping me.
"Sure, where do you have in mind?"
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 9:52:00 GMT -5
"There will always be rich people and poor people. It is how it is and always will be. But lets not talk politics. I mean, I think I can let mine speak for themself.'
I dig in my purse and spray myself with some citrus body spray which makes my skin all fresh and tasty.
"I could show you my summer home. It is not very far from here. Its on a lake. Maybe we could go swimming."
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 9:55:01 GMT -5
"Alright, no politics. Whatever."
I turn to the door, putting my hand over her sholders, and start to walk.
"Sure, let's roll!"
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 9:57:54 GMT -5
I put my hand on his and walk out to my car.
"It is not a far drive. And you really have nice hands by the way. They are baby soft."
I smirk and get into the driver's side. I wait for him to get in, then drive off through the city. I reaaally love driving my car. We drive for an hour until we get to my father's mansion on the lake. This is just one of many.
"Welcome to the family summer cabin, Lysander."
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 10:01:45 GMT -5
"Oh, ya, thanks."
I get out of the car, and open the door for her, gentalmanly like.
"Thanks for inviting me."
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 10:08:32 GMT -5
"I should thank you. You are one of the hottest guys I have met, and I have met quite a few. But really, it is my pleasure to invite you here. And I am sorry if I am a little foreward Lysander. It is just my nature."
I walk towards the lake and test the water with my hand.
"Good the water is nice and warm."
I start to peel off my clothes, revealing my perfect tan body. I go into the water slowly. It does feel great.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 10:12:15 GMT -5
"Really? You think so? You're not so bad yourself."
I look to the sky, and mutter a "thanks dad". I so look just like him.
"Alrighty, a swim."
I leave my clothes on, so as not to offend her. I run and jump in the lake. I pop back up to the surface, and brush the hair outta my eyes.
"Its not too cold, is it?"
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 10:17:39 GMT -5
"This lake is warmed by hot springs beneath it."
I wonder why Lysander is swimming in his clothes, but whatever. He still looks sexy, with his clothes clinging to him, and his dark hair in his face.
He is cute, but I get the impression that he does not have much experience with women.
"I don't want to be rude Lysander, but you haven't been with girls much have you?"
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 10:20:33 GMT -5
"Um, ya. Thats a really long story, I'll spare you the trouble."
I see her looking at me, and I glance back at the water.
"I'm not really all that forward either. Sorry"
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 10:24:42 GMT -5
"I understand. You'll figure things out...eventually..."
I swim over to him and give him a kiss. But, I do not want to freak the poor guy out. It would be intimidating to be with a girl as attractive as me.
I get out of the water and put a towel around me.
"Let's go inside. My servants can get something for us to drink."
I start walking toward the mansion. This will be interesting. I have never been with a guy like this before. Oh well, he is cute enough where I can put up with his quirks.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Aug 3, 2004 10:28:24 GMT -5
Wow, shes hot. I stay there with my eyes closed for a second. My first kiss.
"Righto."
I breast stroke to the shore, and get out. Im dripping wet. I grab a towel from the ground, and dry my hair.
"Do you have a spare change of clothes for a guy?"
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Aug 3, 2004 10:35:06 GMT -5
His wet clothes cling to his slender frame. Maybe there is something to this rebel stuff. I think he could take down capitalism.
"I think I can find you something of my father's."
We walk back to the mansion, me in front of him leading the way to my father's room. I go to my father's closet and pick out some clothes. I find some black dress pants and a red button up shirt.
"My dad is in prison for his capitalist crimes so he won't mind if you wear this.
I hand him the clothes. I stip off his shirt and put it in the hamper, but then I stop and decide to leave him alone. I don't want to be too foreward.
I leave the room and let him change.
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