nobody can give you freedom,
but you can create freedom.
but you can create freedom.
She was a smart girl. Young, but certainly smart. He noted the qualifier, a quiet edit to his wish for a monopoly, and chuckled. "So you were listening." He placed the fabric in her hand, a sign that he accepted their arrangement.
"Ah, sometimes my clients need solid ground beneath their feet, with the promise of a free fuck, paid out of my pockets, of course." He chuckled, wryly.
"If you'll tell me when you'd like the furniture delivered, we'll get that set up." Once she had the fabric, he was leading the way topside, his dark eyes bright with amusement. "You're the brightest person I've haggled with today," he complimented, as he stepped aside, so she could get off the ship first, ahead of him. Her response to the date had been expected; he lived here, he knew what it was like to be a woman here.
The boy was dealing with another customer, and he hung back until that customer left, "So we'll get this agreement in writing." He stated, waiting for the boy to finish writing down the sale he had just done in the ledger.
"Ah, sometimes my clients need solid ground beneath their feet, with the promise of a free fuck, paid out of my pockets, of course." He chuckled, wryly.
"If you'll tell me when you'd like the furniture delivered, we'll get that set up." Once she had the fabric, he was leading the way topside, his dark eyes bright with amusement. "You're the brightest person I've haggled with today," he complimented, as he stepped aside, so she could get off the ship first, ahead of him. Her response to the date had been expected; he lived here, he knew what it was like to be a woman here.
The boy was dealing with another customer, and he hung back until that customer left, "So we'll get this agreement in writing." He stated, waiting for the boy to finish writing down the sale he had just done in the ledger.
Elias
