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but they followed the curve to the very top. She had applied kohl makeup
to her eyes quite heavily and had painted a small beauty spot high on her
cheek. Her lips were dark red and fuller now with the effect of the cosmetics.
She was a lovely looking girl, striking as she stood before
him now like this with the jewels and the war paint but he preferred her as she
had been just a short hour ago, flushed with sleep and blurry with passion in
his bed.
He shook his head, the difference was astounding, perfect
for their needs, she didn’t look awkward or too far outside the range of normal
to look ridiculous.
“How, did you do that?”
“This is the other me.” She giggled at the look on his
face.
“I didn’t see, you know all those holes in your ears.”
“No, I don’t wear them much anymore but the holes are still
there. Actually I had a bit of a struggle with some of them and I think
they’re going to be sore but not so bad.”
“Well, it’s perfect. Just different enough and with all the
metal work,” he pointed at her grinning face, “you give people things to think
about, it’s the best sort of disguise.
“Stand over there by the wall, the background is plain
enough and I have a setting on this camera for ID pictures. You’re not allowed
to smile.”
“Okay.”
The job was done quickly he, took several pictures. “I might
need to get these printed, I can go to a supermarket while I’m out, I’ll see
what I need. Are you going to be okay here on your own?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine.”
She took the few steps towards him and held out her hand.
“Samuel, about last night. Well, last night and this
morning, thank you.”
In response he simply wrapped his big arms around her and
drew her to him.
“No, Sylvie, no. Thank you.”
As she backed away she saw the glitter of tears on his dark
lashes and she ducked her head so he couldn’t see she too was overwhelmed.
Chapter 21
For a while, after Samuel left on his quest for cell phone
signal and onward from wherever that had led, Sylvie played house. She
repacked the clothes in her bag, at first she was afraid to use the iron and
ironing board but it was simply stored in a corner of the kitchen and she was
sure she could return it so it appeared undisturbed.
She pressed the creases out of her trousers and shirts and
hung them on the empty hangers in the bedroom wardrobe. It would have been fun
to display her toiletries in the bright bathroom but she didn’t want Samuel to
think she had taken liberties. His kindness, his passion and the growing
affection between them was precious and she didn’t want to risk upsetting him.
Until she knew him better she was willing to tiptoe on eggshells if it meant he
would keep her with him.
She lay on the bed for a while listening to her ipod but
none of the stored music suited her mood. She wavered between thrill at the
events of the night and morning and residual misery at the memory of what had
brought them here. She turned to the radio trying to find a station to
entertain and relax her but was dissatisfied with them all. It struck her then
that she hadn’t had any real contact with the outside world for a couple of
days now, confined to the car and now here in this place devoid of internet and
without a television.
She listened to the news, fearing every item, praying
silently that there would be no mention of Phil and his disappearance. She
still had no idea what Samuel had done with the body and it seemed he wasn’t
willing to share any information. In truth she was happier that way, could
more easily turn from the pictures filling her mind if the story wasn’t
finished. There was a tiny nugget of fear eating away continually in the back
of her mind. If his body was found, she assumed her own disappearance would be
noted and a search for her would follow.
There was
to her eyes quite heavily and had painted a small beauty spot high on her
cheek. Her lips were dark red and fuller now with the effect of the cosmetics.
She was a lovely looking girl, striking as she stood before
him now like this with the jewels and the war paint but he preferred her as she
had been just a short hour ago, flushed with sleep and blurry with passion in
his bed.
He shook his head, the difference was astounding, perfect
for their needs, she didn’t look awkward or too far outside the range of normal
to look ridiculous.
“How, did you do that?”
“This is the other me.” She giggled at the look on his
face.
“I didn’t see, you know all those holes in your ears.”
“No, I don’t wear them much anymore but the holes are still
there. Actually I had a bit of a struggle with some of them and I think
they’re going to be sore but not so bad.”
“Well, it’s perfect. Just different enough and with all the
metal work,” he pointed at her grinning face, “you give people things to think
about, it’s the best sort of disguise.
“Stand over there by the wall, the background is plain
enough and I have a setting on this camera for ID pictures. You’re not allowed
to smile.”
“Okay.”
The job was done quickly he, took several pictures. “I might
need to get these printed, I can go to a supermarket while I’m out, I’ll see
what I need. Are you going to be okay here on your own?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine.”
She took the few steps towards him and held out her hand.
“Samuel, about last night. Well, last night and this
morning, thank you.”
In response he simply wrapped his big arms around her and
drew her to him.
“No, Sylvie, no. Thank you.”
As she backed away she saw the glitter of tears on his dark
lashes and she ducked her head so he couldn’t see she too was overwhelmed.
Chapter 21
For a while, after Samuel left on his quest for cell phone
signal and onward from wherever that had led, Sylvie played house. She
repacked the clothes in her bag, at first she was afraid to use the iron and
ironing board but it was simply stored in a corner of the kitchen and she was
sure she could return it so it appeared undisturbed.
She pressed the creases out of her trousers and shirts and
hung them on the empty hangers in the bedroom wardrobe. It would have been fun
to display her toiletries in the bright bathroom but she didn’t want Samuel to
think she had taken liberties. His kindness, his passion and the growing
affection between them was precious and she didn’t want to risk upsetting him.
Until she knew him better she was willing to tiptoe on eggshells if it meant he
would keep her with him.
She lay on the bed for a while listening to her ipod but
none of the stored music suited her mood. She wavered between thrill at the
events of the night and morning and residual misery at the memory of what had
brought them here. She turned to the radio trying to find a station to
entertain and relax her but was dissatisfied with them all. It struck her then
that she hadn’t had any real contact with the outside world for a couple of
days now, confined to the car and now here in this place devoid of internet and
without a television.
She listened to the news, fearing every item, praying
silently that there would be no mention of Phil and his disappearance. She
still had no idea what Samuel had done with the body and it seemed he wasn’t
willing to share any information. In truth she was happier that way, could
more easily turn from the pictures filling her mind if the story wasn’t
finished. There was a tiny nugget of fear eating away continually in the back
of her mind. If his body was found, she assumed her own disappearance would be
noted and a search for her would follow.
There was
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