Pard To Penthouse (JESSIE CALLS PATSY IN NYC)

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(A call to Patsy in New York City: http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t44052177/asking-for-advise-call-to-patsy/ ) -The number one unwritten rule of being an escort. You’re only allowed one lover. Money. That was the key. A lot of amateurs didn’t live by that simple rule. They thought they could have their bloke on the side, their delicate love affairs. Though in all other respects they might have been very fine specimens, intelligent and lovely in all other ways, the heart was the eventual weakness of all of them. Patsy had found that she was not even the exception to the rule. Love had caught her, bludgeoned her, and ruined her career prospects. But even in those terms she didn’t consider the ordeal to have been an altogether bad thing. After all, eventually everyone has to grow up.- -Though her job title might have changed and though her heart was still kept under lock and key there was still one love in her life that never denied her anything. Her first love. Money. And she indulged that love as surely as she earned it. More so since now she made money off the sweat and sighs of others rather than herself. Patsy had been running the highest end escort service in the city of New York for two years now, and business was good. They called her Madame, Mamma Legs, or just Legs for short if they knew her well enough which very few people actually did. The nickname was as fitting as it had ever been, the statuesque amazon might have passed thirty by an undisclosed amount but she could still vault without poles.- -As she lounged in the sunlight of her penthouse bedroom she was half naked and stretched out on a white divan whose gold stitching complimented the sheen of her bronzed skin. The robe she wore loosely sashed at her waist was the finest silk, La Perla, because no other brand was good enough to touch her skin. It draped over the curve of her breasts like milk poured in a thin layer over flesh and where it parted those legs stretched out like perfect extensions of some goddess carved for mere mortals to worship at her feet. The feet in question were being diligently pumiced, scrubbed, and polished to perfection by a Japanese woman of such small stature and demeanor that she very nearly disappeared into the background. The manicurist was just another piece of furniture in the decadently appointed chamber.- -Patsy’s voice was slightly roughened for a woman, almost a purr of sound as she spoke into the small speaker that was part of the blue tooth headset she had positioned into her ear. On the other end of the line she could hear Viktor Haven’s secretary, the woman’s shrill nasally voice made more annoying in contrast to her own. Business was being settled, the kind of business that was kept hush-hush and under the radar of those who might want to stick their nose in where it didn’t belong. Patsy took all kinds of precautions to make sure that seeing her girls was as secure as a fantasy in your own mind, no one would find out if you didn’t want them to, though the reality was far better than any fantasy.- “Hmmm….It shall be done.” -Her hand moved to the side of her head, fingertip tapping the small device button and ending the call. At her feet the small Japanese woman was cleaning her tools and preparing to leave. With a small sigh Patsy gave a wiggle of her toes, watched the way that the sunlight coming in through the windows played off the sheen of the polish, and the way the ribbon of delicate white tips was unmarred. Lovely.- -Letting her feet sink deep into the lushness of the carpet she rose from the couch, standing over six feet tall and unabashed about it, her height had always been something she had considered a great asset. The power that rose from her and coiled with hot vibrancy around the other woman in the room was larger than life as well, and another asset that she had grown to accept and even revel in.- “Pour me a glass of champagne, set it out on the kitchen counter….then leave.” -There was a heartlessness to her tone, an edge of crispness that had been there since Hawaii. Just a touch of what she felt on the inside. Dead. How someone could be so beautiful and yet so dead on the inside was a hard one to figure out, but life hadn’t exactly been easy on her. Not that it was on anyone. Turning away from the chaise near the window the fabric of her robe swirled against her skin, writhing over her as she moved, caressing her soft clean flesh.- -It didn’t take her long to get ready, she usually had her clothes laid out for her the night before. For that day she had chosen a relatively simple suit. Simple for her being a shell cased jacket by Badgley Mischka that cut low in the front and showed a decadent amount of cleavage before tapering tight at the waist into a pair of skin tight black suit pants worn with a dazzling red pair of Jimmy Choos. The shoes were the one outlandish effect but they worked nicely paired with the streaks of red that were blasted through her unusual punk rock hairdo. Not bothering with a once over in the full length mirror, after all she knew what she would see, she headed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where a glass of Veuve Clicquot was waiting for her along with the morning paper that she had been reading before Mi Sun had arrived.- -Lifting the delicately stemmed champagne flute she took a sip and felt the bubbles tickle at the back of her throat. It really was the only thing worth drinking, even if you couldn’t wait until five for a sip. A slight touch of rouge colored lip gloss marked the glass when she placed it back on the counter, the manicured tips of her nails beating out a small rhythm on the countertop as she let her eyes once again look at the article in the paper. A troubled expression marred the curl of her delicious lips as she looked over the paper, but before she could fully take in the news from Queens her phone began to buzz at her.- -The tip of one long manicured nail depressed the button on her ear piece and she rumbled a smooth quiet hello. “Patsy, hey it’s Jessica. Got a minute?” As she heard the other leopards voice those clever lips twisted into a smile that was both sardonic and lilting. Her eyelashes fluttered a moment as she lifted her glass of champagne and made her way back towards the living room, six inch Jimmy Choo’s leaving angry stab marks in the thick carpeting.- “Why Jessie honey you know I always have time for you dahling.” –Lifting the glass of champagne she took a slow sip, the gold flecks in her eyes glittering as she stared out the pent house windows at the view of the New York city skyline.- “What’s on your mind? Just tell Patsy everything and I’ll see what I can do.” __________________

JESSICA MCFARLAND

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The sultry rumble of Patsy's voice made her smile and it wasn't all that difficult to imagine lounging somewhere in decadence, probably drinking a glass of champagne.

“What’s on your mind? Just tell Patsy everything and I’ll see what I can do.”

She had to chuckle softly as she tugged her legs upwards in a curl in her seat, one hand tugging the hem of Milo's oversized t-shirt opver her knees. "Where do I start?" Her hand captured her cup of coffee, lifting it to her lips to sip at the scalding liquid. "I don't know if you know, but I'm down in New Orleans. Its kind of a long and crazy story about how I got down here. Milo's here too. We're back where it all began" Small talk, get the small talk out of the way to lead into the deeper questions. Her fingers tapped lightly at the edge of the coffee cup, expression turning thoughtful as she considered just how to frame her questions. "Things down here, well, there's no Master of the City as far as we've seen. The city is full of shifters though." Her head tipped back, leaning against the back of the chair. "Silent's ulfric of the pack. Milo's... well, Milo." She had to chuckle softly with those words but her amusement waned as she continued to speak. "And there... well, there's a few leopards but... most of them are either young or... " Her speech became hesitant, struggling for the right words. "Anyway, I couldn't just leave them to fend for themselves, unorganized; so I decided... I mean, I can..." she drew a deep breath and let the words spill out, "I formed a Pard."

There, she said it, lifting her cup to sip from again and waiting for Patsy's response. Yeah, she hadn't quite gotten to the asking for advise part but then again, Patsy probably knew her well enough to know what she needed.

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PATSY STONE

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-Standing near the large expanse of windows she listened to what Jessica was telling her. She had known about some people leaving New York back at the first of the year, but the more mundane details hadn't been something she was privy to. After all, she was a busy woman. The tip of her tongue traced the curvacious edge of her lips as she contemplated what Jessica was saying to her. Even from a distance of several states she could hear the unsure nature of Jessica's voice and it made a low chuffing purr release from her throat followed by the rich dulcet tones of that vibrant voice.-

"Jessica, dahling, stop right there. First rule honey."

-One manicured finger was raised in the air as though Jessica could see her. That was one of the reasons Patsy liked the hands free ear piece so much, it left her free to talk with her hands. The french tipped finger was raised and tapped at the glass window in front of her with a resounding noise much like a claw briefly etching the glass.-

"You don't explain. Not to me. Not anymore. Not to anyone. Stop trying to give me excuses for 'why' you formed a pard. You formed a pard. That's it. Period. Even if they were the most organized group of cats you'd ever seen. You formed a pard so stick to your guns and don't explain your reasons because in the end reasons are bullshit. Good reasons, bad reasons. Doesn't matter. Understand sugar?"

-The hand that held her flute of champagne raised to let the curve of her lips close lightly against the rim as she took a sip. Just the barest touch of gloss was left behind and she eyed her Hermes Birkin bag where it sat on the living room chaise, a tube of her favorite Chanel lipgloss inside. The green of her eyes was shot through with flecks of gold and all the colors stood out more because of the thick line of exotic kohl around those almond shaped eyes.-

"Now. I know you didn't just call me to make excuses Jessica. You never just call me for idle chit-chat."

-Sad, but true. Her phone rang off the hook night and day for matters of Pard and business alike, but very few calls were actually of a personal nature. There had been a time in her life where she thought that was what she wanted, now she wasn't so sure. Moving back across the white carpet of the living room towards the chaise her hips swung smoothly with each predatory step. A hand lazily pushed the Birkin bag out of the way so she could turn and drop with effortless grace onto the chiase. One long leg crossed over the other in a movement so simply exotic she made it look like an invitation.-

"So, what's going on with this Pard of yours?"

-- Edited by PATSY STONE on Wednesday 27th of July 2011 08:07:35 AM

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JESSICA MCFARLAND

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"Jessica, dahling, stop right there. First rule honey."

A soft sigh escaped when Patsy took over the conversation with just that simple instruction. This was what she needed, she'd known it but it had taken Milo to point it out to her.

"You don't explain. Not to me. Not anymore. Not to anyone. Stop trying to give me excuses for 'why' you formed a pard. You formed a pard. That's it. Period. Even if they were the most organized group of cats you'd ever seen. You formed a pard so stick to your guns and don't explain your reasons because in the end reasons are bullshit. Good reasons, bad reasons. Doesn't matter. Understand sugar?"

Her head nodded at the instructions, twisting a bit in her chair to fling her legs over one arm, bonelessly shifting to a more comfrotable pose. It was funny how sometimes you know something but it still took someone else saying it before it would sink in. When she'd taken over as administrator for the clinic in New York she'd learned exactly what Patsy was telling her now. Right wrong or indifferent her orders were her orders and people either followed them or moved on.

"Now. I know you didn't just call me to make excuses Jessica. You never just call me for idle chit-chat."

That had her smiling guitily, "You're right, and I'm sorry. We never did get to more then briefly meet in New York did we? Makes you wish we were back in the lighthouse." Things were simpler back in the lighthouse. But that was then and this was now right? And Patsy was drawing her back to the point.

"So, what's going on with this Pard of yours?"

She huffed softly, head tipping back as she stared up at the sky filtered through the trees around the house. "Well.... its a long story but, I got backed into a corner and forced to share power." The situation with Mikhail was an itch she couldn't quite scratch, made all the more irritating by the fact that she hadn't heard a word from him since that first meeting of the Pard. "Mikhail had run a Pard before but he waited until I called everyone then suddenly said 'we'. Last thing a bunch of young and weak leopards needed was ----." she cut herself off, remembering the previous advice, no excuses, no explanations right? "Regardless, at that moment it was the best decision, now I have to live with it but I'm not liking it. And now that things are just starting to come together, some stronger people are showing up and being.... " she growled softly, unable to stop the frustrated sound. "I'm not Milo to just... beat them into submission... I just... " Just what? She didn't know anymore. "There's no one in the Pard I can... talk to." She couldn't talk to Milo about the pard, it just didn't work. The person she felt closest to was Dakota and that.... well, that wouldn't work either. She felt off-balance all the time and she didn't like it.

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PATSY STONE

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-Patsy simply let Jessica breeze through whatever guilt or regret she might be feeling about their lack of time together in New York. Things like that happened all the time. Life was busy, and as all the bumper stickers said, shit happened. Besides, Patsy didn't want to be back at the lighthouse. One womans wish was another womans nightmare and all that rot. The next comment made a low purr of a laugh spill from between those curvacious lips.-

"Oh Jessica....you can never be forced to share power. If you have power you couldn't be made to share it, and if you don't have power then there's nothing to share. You made a choice sugar. Maybe you just didn't really understand what you were choosing. Or maybe you did and now you aren't so keen on the arrangement. Either way. You made a choice honey."

-The advice she was giving circled around a simple enough theme. Own what you did, don't apologize or excuse it. Make your choices and live with them cause no one else could do that but you. As she listened to more of the story she set a hand behind her on the cushonied seat of the chaise, slender arm tensing as she leaned into that brace. The red Jimmy Choo glinted in the white light of the living room as Patsy let her foot bob up and down in a subtle movement as she listened.-

-So like a man. Step in and offer assistance and power and then the minute you give them an inch they disappear like the tides. Too bad most of them were only really good for one thing and they usually needed at least twenty minutes to recover before they could perform that service again. The tip of her tongue grazed her lips as her kohl rimmed eyes looked at the door of the bedroom for a split second seeing movement from the shadows within.-

"You don't have to live with a damn thing if you don't want to Jessie. Did I hear you wrong or did you say it was your Pard? Don't you know it's a womans perogative to change her mind? If you don't like the status quo then it's your job to change things."

-The way she said the word job, with emphasis placed on that one word in her breathy voice, made it clear that she saw the managing of Pard affairs as something more dutiful than a normal nine to five grind. From out of the bedroom crept the most elegant of creatures, a large black panther, his sleek coat a miracle of smooth perfection. The lights glistened on his fur as his large padded feet brought him towards her in a gentle lope and as he drew close Patsy uncurled those long delicious legs of hers. Feet planted on the floor hip width apart and she allowed the massive beast to come sit between her legs.-

-Nestled against the length of her thighs she could feel his sides widen and fall as the beast breathed. The hand that had been propping her up was now stroking the back of the great panthers head, fingernails delicately tracing over the curve of fur pattern below the beasts ears. From the other end of the line she heard Jessica give that frustrated sigh. That sound made Patsy's lips curl in a smile as her energy brushed at the panther cradled in the embrace of her legs. The great cats head nuzzled at her knee before making small adjustments to rest it's head on her leg.-

"Jessica McFarland. Have you ever known me to beat someone into submission? Or how about Mr. Redfern? Has he taken that up as a new hobby? I know he likes to put a bullet in people from time to time but I don't remember there being beatings at the pack house until morale improved. There are more skill sets we have at our disposal than the threat we can pose."

-Her foot popped up more onto her toe, making her leg cock upward to nudge the panthers head off of her sleek pants suit. A chuffing sound was released from the beast that sounded like a laugh as the sleek black body moved with muscular grace to stretch out on the floor in front of her and lay between her legs. Patsy gave a soft lilt of her chin that sent the multicolored wave of her hair back from her face and then brought the champagne flute to her lips again for another sip.-

"Jessie honey, you're so twisted up someone's gonna have to screw your garter belt on."

-Assuming Jessie wore a garter belt. Patsy made the assumption that all women liked garters and back seam stockings, but who knew. Letting her breath out in a low purr she lifted a leg and used the stiletto heel of one shoe to scratch at the soft spot behind the panthers front leg, watching as the beast rolled to his side in delighted submission.-

"Sounds to me like you need to take time off at the doctor gig for awhile. Ask yourself how many hours you're spending there and how many are you spending with this new pard of yours? If the hours don't add up then that's as good a place as any to start. Take it from me, the job will be there when you're ready....the pard may not be."

"Secondly....why don't you think about letting me send someone down there to help you. No one that wants to share your status, just someone to offer you a strong right arm as it were. I don't really approve of sharing anything that's mine, but I do think that having help can be a good thing. Provided the help knows its place."

-At that last comment she let the point of her heel dig in slightly to the meaty flesh of the panthers underside. She watched as his rounded head reared up and then stopped, eyeing her with amber eyes full of human intelligence.-

"I might even be tempted to deliver this little present to you myself. All wrapped up in a ribbon. Then we could talk a little more if you wanted darlin'. Not to stay of course, I have my own matters to attend to here but I could use a vacation...."

-As if on cue she heard a knock at the front door and checked the clock on the wall with a flick of her green and gold eyes. That would be the driver. Back curving delicately she lowered a hand to swat at the panthers backside and send him in a lazy stretch to his feet. Watching Miksha prance back towards the bedroom she gave a throaty laugh. There was a man who would never try to steal power, but who was in his own right a particularly talented individual.-

"My driver's here honey. You think over my offer and get back to me."

-In no way did Patsy want Jessica to make this kind of decision on the spur of the moment. Sounded like she'd had to do a bit too much of that lately. Rising from her seat on the chaise she moved as though her body had lithe muscles in places where they shouldn't be. A hand slipped through the loop of the Birkin bag and slid it up over her shoulder. In the other room she could hear the shower running and the sounds of a man moving around in a hurry.-

"Give Milo my love...and to Ash....and call me back soon. I'll look forward to hearing your answer."

-Every step she took looked like she was stalking something, and perhaps for Patsy life really was just one long hunt. Throwing back the bolt on the door she opened it and held up three fingers to the driver letting him know they'd be a minute and then she let the door shut in his face. Her hand holding the glass of champagne was lifted in a mock toast as she moved through the living room and back towards the kitchen.-

"And honey, cheers to your new Pard down there in the Big Easy. No matter what you decide Jessie dear and no matter what happens....I'm very proud of you."

-Voice a purr she tossed back the last of the golden Veuve Cliquot from her glass before setting it on the counter. Eventually the maid would rinse it and put it in the sink. Puckering those devilishly shaped lips she made kiss noises through the phone and then rose a hand to press the button that would end the call. Hopefully Jessie would get back to her soon. As she turned from the kitchen and saw the man coming out of her bedroom she began to think that a vacation might be just what the doctor ordered.-

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-The place where Patsy had stabbed at his soft underbelly with her heel still ached deliciously after he shifted in the oversized bathtub of her Penthouse bedroom. Moksha let one hand rub over the spot as he rinsed off in the shower and let the mess from his fluid shift wash away down the drain. In the year that he'd been with Patsy he had become used to her extravagent tastes, especially in the bedroom, and was only too happy to oblige her desires. Which meant that by now he was used to shifting in the most unusual of places.-

-The long sweeping chords of his dreadlocks were kept out of the spray of the water as he rinsed off the lanky muscled planes of his body. Once the water was shut off he was left reached with a searching hand for a towel on the shelf near the shower door. Keeping Patsy waiting was never wise and though he was delighted with the pain of her teasing and testing he didn't like the thought of actually angering the Nimir-Ra of New York City.-

"And did they get you to trade, your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees...."

-Singing to himself in that sweetly pitched rumbling voice he made quick work of drying off and changing into the clothes he had cast off in the bedroom the night before. Hands gathered his dreadlocks up on his head and tied them back before sliding his arms into a button down Western style shirt. The color was black with white piping on the chest outlines and he left it open as he pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans that fit his long thin legs like a second skin. Wallet chain slapped against his thigh as he moved and he had to get it out of the way to fasten the large belt buckle in front.-

-Grabbing up a stack of things from the dresser he shoved his hands into a multitude of bracelets and let them dangle at his wrists. Sunglasses were perched on his head instead of over his glittering gold and gray eyes, and he stuck a torn bandanna into his back pocket where it waved like a small blue flag. Even in human form Moksha moved like a dream of muscle and impure intent, every lazy inch of him fit for dirty deeds. His power couldn't match Patsy, he wouldn't even try, but his passive leopard had a rare spark all its own. A special gift as it were.-

-Exiting the bedroom he patted his hands down his body to make sure he had everything and then smiled at the Amazon Queen standing in the kitchen staring at him. Moksha didn't slow his stride or try to give her a show, he knew Patsy wouldn't appreciate that. Instead he just went towards her and brushed his cheek to hers with a chuffing sound in his chest and a spill of hot breath against her neck.-

"What was all that about?"

-Curious cat, yes. No other part of him besides his cheek touched her. He didn't invade more of her space then allowed before moving with her towards the door where the driver was likely still waiting for them. Moksha waited for Patsy to explain even as he grabbed a leather appointment book off the coffee table in passing. Unzipping the book he flipped it open in his hands and began to check down the list of appointments the Nimir-Ra had for the day. Just because Patsy was no longer an escort herself didn't mean she wasn't every bit as busy as the girls in her stable and he liked to help make sure she never missed a beat.-

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JESSICA MCFARLAND

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Her lips twisted in a wry smile at Patsy’s laugh, no matter how frustrated or upset she was, that laugh was just infectious.

"Oh Jessica....you can never be forced to share power. If you have power you couldn't be made to share it, and if you don't have power then there's nothing to share. You made a choice sugar. Maybe you just didn't really understand what you were choosing. Or maybe you did and now you aren't so keen on the arrangement. Either way. You made a choice honey."

She nodded again at Patsy’s words, it was something she was just beginning to understand but hearing the other woman say it was the reassurance she needed to know she was on the right track. She made the best of a bad situation at the moment but maybe that was the issue, too much reacting to the moment rather then planning ahead. Or maybe it was a problem with her expectations. She hadn’t considered that things wouldn’t go as she’d planned so when they did, she just winged it. Her foot bounced softly as she considered the train of her own thoughts.

"You don't have to live with a damn thing if you don't want to Jessie. Did I hear you wrong or did you say it was your Pard? Don't you know it's a womans perogative to change her mind? If you don't like the status quo then it's your job to change things."

Those words had her sitting up in sudden startled realization. Just because she’d agreed then and there to share power with Mikhail, what’s to say she had to continue to do so? He’d done... nothing... since that meeting. Admittedly there hadn’t been much for her to do but at the same time who’d called them? Who did they come to? Her eyes narrowed slightly as she mulled over this different perspective.

“You’re right Patsy. I never really considered that. I have to admit, when it comes to other shifters I suppose I still have the compromise mindset in place but I shouldn’t be the one compromising anymore should I?”

She didn’t compromise in the clinic, it was her way. Period. She might listen to advise but at the end of the day she was administrator and therefore she made the rules. Of course there were others up the chain in the hospital itself that she was responsible to but as far as the staff at the clinic was concerned she was Boss, Mother and God all rolled into one.

"Jessica McFarland. Have you ever known me to beat someone into submission? Or how about Mr. Redfern? Has he taken that up as a new hobby? I know he likes to put a bullet in people from time to time but I don't remember there being beatings at the pack house until morale improved. There are more skill sets we have at our disposal than the threat we can pose."

She chuckled ruefully, nodding her head. The more she listened the more relaxed she was becoming, as if Patsy’s words untangling the tension that had her so wrapped up in her own mind she was lucky she wasn’t curled in a corner babbling.

“Sounds to me like you need to take time off at the doctor gig for awhile. Ask yourself how many hours you're spending there and how many are you spending with this new pard of yours? If the hours don't add up then that's as good a place as any to start. Take it from me, the job will be there when you're ready....the pard may not be."

That bit of advise had her almost spitting out the sip of coffee she’d just taken, straightening up before spilling the hot liquid down her front. Take time off from the clinic? The thought was shocking to say the least.

“Take time of from work?” She was practically sputtering, simply reeling from the shock of the idea.

"Secondly....why don't you think about letting me send someone down there to help you. No one that wants to share your status, just someone to offer you a strong right arm as it were. I don't really approve of sharing anything that's mine, but I do think that having help can be a good thing. Provided the help knows its place."

Talk about a one two punch. First she recommends a sabbatical from the clinic and now she’s offering to send someone to help out. Wasn’t that part of the problem? Just when Jessica thought she had seen a way clear of confusion she was showered with another mix of conflicting impulses.

"I might even be tempted to deliver this little present to you myself. All wrapped up in a ribbon. Then we could talk a little more if you wanted darlin'. Not to stay of course, I have my own matters to attend to here but I could use a vacation...."

“You know I’d love for you to visit Patsy. You’ll always have an open invitation to my home, where ever I am.” The words came out automatically but they were sincere and heartfelt.

"My driver's here honey. You think over my offer and get back to me."

“Alright Patsy. I mean... its a lot to think about. Thanks for everything. I’ll call you soon.”

Further farewells exchanged and the call was disconnected, laying her phone pensively on the arm of the chair. She uncoiled from the seat, arms reaching overhead in a long unconsciously sensual stretch as she stared out into the swamp. So much to consider; time off from the clinic, taking full control of what was hers, the offer of aid. All in all the call was more help then she’d hoped it would be but at the same it had left her with just as many questions as she had before. She moved to the edge of the porch, hands coming to rest on the railing. Help wouldn’t be a bad thing, someone dedicated to her and the Pard, no ulterior motives. And hadn’t she basically given up her personal life when she first arrived, sacrificing everything to get the clinic up and running? Was this all that different? Decisions had to be made... but not today, not in this instant. The seeds were planted though, new plans were growing.

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