likewise excited and the smile on her face remains long after he takes his leave. She really likes spending time with him and loves the intense way he looks at her, almost like he is trying to figure her out. It’s a far cry better than men trying to undress her with their eyes, that is a completely different intensity and the creep factor just sticks to her. She knows he is different than the men she has known before, but still her intuition is screaming at her to take things slow, she is not ready to let go completely and let someone into her heart.
He is still out there looking for her, and anyone she cares about can never truly be safe. A shiver runs down her spine and the room seems darker all of a sudden. The feeling passes quickly and life charges on.
The morning flows smoothly and she is feeling comfortable with the machine when a young girl comes in looking for Rissa: " Tell her Dawn is here and really must see her." Amber heads to the back knocking on the door, Rissa immediately follows her to the front of the store.
The two women hug and with serious faces disappear into the back room. I wonder what goes on back there, Amber thinks to herself. Time passes and she becomes more curious and the closed door seems specifically to keep her out. She knows those thoughts are just silly, there is no major conspiracy to keep secrets from her.
The two women eventually come out of the room and Rissa introduces Amber to her friend Dawn, a spunky girl with colorful streaks in her dirty blonde hair. Amber notices that both of them wear the same pendant around their necks and she asks about the lovely twisted vines and serpents. Rissa explains, "w e are of the same religious order, she’s part of my circle. Do you know much about Pagan groups?" Amber replies, "no." No further information is offered.
The two women seem much less serious now as they ramble on about friends from the past and events Amber wishes she could have known. High school crushes, parties busted by the cops, adventures sneaking out all night and dancing naked by the lake around a campfire, it all sounds so youthful and free.
Those were the years Amber spent hiding from her stepfather as much as possible and staying out of the way of those he called friends. Amber learned the hard way what love isn't and how badly it can bruise and break the weak and innocent. She learned to be smart and cold and to stay invisible, if not to them, then to herself. She wandered the worlds within her mind freely as they took what was never meant for them. She thinks how nice it could be to enjoy some of that girlish freedom now. "Why don't we plan a bonfire on the lake soon," Amber suggests with a smile and a bit of a blush, she let that rush past her lips without really thinking it through. The other two look at her and laugh. Sounds like a plan, a bonfire will be nice.
Amber knows she missed out on much of what is normal for a girl her age, but she is learning to survive and that is much more valuable than any fun she might have had during her teenage years. She would not trade her strength and spirit for the pleasure of a few different memories.
The girl says goodbye and Rissa spends the afternoon hanging out with Amber, chatting about all the great places to hang out and all the wonderful outdoor activities they can enjoy. Amber is becoming very attached to Rissa she is unlike any other girl she has ever known. They have so many interests in common. The day passes easily and Amber is excited to get home to begin packing up the library, so she can get a quote on turning it into a studio. She misses the feeling of hardwood beneath her feet and the rigorous bar work bringing the cleansing sweat out on her body. The focus and the exquisite freedom of getting lost in movement and rhythm. She really wants to dance.
Opening the library door she finds the room is bigger than she remembers; there is ample space for her to create what she
He is still out there looking for her, and anyone she cares about can never truly be safe. A shiver runs down her spine and the room seems darker all of a sudden. The feeling passes quickly and life charges on.
The morning flows smoothly and she is feeling comfortable with the machine when a young girl comes in looking for Rissa: " Tell her Dawn is here and really must see her." Amber heads to the back knocking on the door, Rissa immediately follows her to the front of the store.
The two women hug and with serious faces disappear into the back room. I wonder what goes on back there, Amber thinks to herself. Time passes and she becomes more curious and the closed door seems specifically to keep her out. She knows those thoughts are just silly, there is no major conspiracy to keep secrets from her.
The two women eventually come out of the room and Rissa introduces Amber to her friend Dawn, a spunky girl with colorful streaks in her dirty blonde hair. Amber notices that both of them wear the same pendant around their necks and she asks about the lovely twisted vines and serpents. Rissa explains, "w e are of the same religious order, she’s part of my circle. Do you know much about Pagan groups?" Amber replies, "no." No further information is offered.
The two women seem much less serious now as they ramble on about friends from the past and events Amber wishes she could have known. High school crushes, parties busted by the cops, adventures sneaking out all night and dancing naked by the lake around a campfire, it all sounds so youthful and free.
Those were the years Amber spent hiding from her stepfather as much as possible and staying out of the way of those he called friends. Amber learned the hard way what love isn't and how badly it can bruise and break the weak and innocent. She learned to be smart and cold and to stay invisible, if not to them, then to herself. She wandered the worlds within her mind freely as they took what was never meant for them. She thinks how nice it could be to enjoy some of that girlish freedom now. "Why don't we plan a bonfire on the lake soon," Amber suggests with a smile and a bit of a blush, she let that rush past her lips without really thinking it through. The other two look at her and laugh. Sounds like a plan, a bonfire will be nice.
Amber knows she missed out on much of what is normal for a girl her age, but she is learning to survive and that is much more valuable than any fun she might have had during her teenage years. She would not trade her strength and spirit for the pleasure of a few different memories.
The girl says goodbye and Rissa spends the afternoon hanging out with Amber, chatting about all the great places to hang out and all the wonderful outdoor activities they can enjoy. Amber is becoming very attached to Rissa she is unlike any other girl she has ever known. They have so many interests in common. The day passes easily and Amber is excited to get home to begin packing up the library, so she can get a quote on turning it into a studio. She misses the feeling of hardwood beneath her feet and the rigorous bar work bringing the cleansing sweat out on her body. The focus and the exquisite freedom of getting lost in movement and rhythm. She really wants to dance.
Opening the library door she finds the room is bigger than she remembers; there is ample space for her to create what she
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