Sweet Is Revenge

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down to his boxers last night and I had thrown off my leather pants. I studied him as he walked towards the bathroom. He turned around and caught me staring. He smiled and turned to face me, arms spread out. I shamelessly let my eyes wander. He was ripped, not overly so, but he had muscle and really nice abs. His legs were strong, with light hair dusting them and even his feet were beautiful. "Do you approve?" He asked, his eyes not meeting mine but running over my body. I smiled.
    "Do   you   approve?" I turned his question on him.
    "Oh yes," he said. I saw the hunger in his eyes and glanced downwards and was feeling rather smug that just looking at me had that effect on him.
    "Maybe you should go take a cold shower," I said in amusement. He blushed lightly.
    "Answer me first," he insisted. I stood up and walked over to him, running my hands over his abdomen, his arms, his shoulders and back. Feeling him twitch underneath my touch gave me a sense of power, and even more so when I heard him suck in a breath as my hands ran over his hip bones and the trail of hair that disappeared below his boxers.
    "I definitely approve," I whispered. He gave me a tight smile and stalked off to the bathroom.
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    After we were both showered and dressed we decided to go out to breakfast. I was glad I had brought a big purse because I had a lot to carry, including my dad's gun (which I still thought was ridiculous). We ate breakfast at a nice restaurant. I felt weird, eating somewhere for breakfast, other than home, and in such a fancy place, but it was so different that it was refreshing.
    Afterwards I made him take me to all the parks and took pictures of the different statues and people. I was so enthralled by everything and I was sure that Decklin was amused by it. He was nice enough not to look bored by everything I was sure he'd seen almost every day of his life. I tried to make it fun for him, but it was hard because I was so into myself at the moment. He assured me that it was fine and that he was having fun.
    I didn't expect it, but Decklin actually liked museums. He took me to a couple of them and we snuck through a couple of the ropes to get pictures next to dinosaurs and stuffed history figures… We then proceeded to get kicked out when caught. It was a lot of fun and I never wanted the day to end. I was shopping when Decklin got a call from his uncle. He told me he had to go meet him real quick and to stay on the street I was on already, to just shop in the stores there until he got back. I agreed because there were a bunch of interesting stores. He kissed me quickly before leaving.
    I went to a few stores before I saw a homeless person sitting in an alley way . I have always had a heart for homeless people so I went to the café next to the alley and bought a sandwich and some coffee for him, I hoped he liked coffee. I then went and gave it to him, sitting down across from him with my own cup of coffee. He was extremely nice. His name was Peter and had lost his job and then his home when the economy started going bad. He lived in an alley a few blocks away by himself. He had lost his kids along with everything else, his ex wife had evidently gotten over their divorce really fast and ended up marrying rich. He said he was upset, but at least his kids had a good home. He just wished he could see them. The story broke my heart. How would I feel if I lost everything? I started crying and the man patted my shoulder.
    We talked for a long time, while I was still looking for Decklin to walk by, but he didn't. Finally I decided it'd be best if I checked out a few other stores, but not before giving the kind man a hug and slipping him four hundred dollars, he needed food and a warm place to sleep more than I needed new clothes. Four hundred wasn't even a dent in my pocket, but it's all the cash I had on me, the rest were just credit cards. The tears in his eyes showed the gratitude that he couldn't word. I watched as he walked off. Once

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