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Chapter 150: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 16, Twenty-Six Years Ago, Where is She?
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Charlotte's Search Chapter 151: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 17, Package
JAMES"Morning, Kirstie."The concierge smiles from her desk as we enter and cross the lobby. "Good morning, Mr Alexanders. Morning Charlotte." Then she riffles through a stack on her in-tray. "Oh, Charlotte. Some mail for you. I had to sign for this one." She offers a small padded envelope, then, clearing her throat, "Um, James...""I've not forgotten my promise, Kirstie. I'm seeing Ryan later this week on-site. I'll make a point of allowing extra time for a chat with him.""Thank you." She bobs her head, the pearl on her velvet choker bobbing with her.Charlotte looks curiously but briefly, her attention taken by the packet. She receives very little mail.And there's only so many people who might send her a package...My antennae twitching, "Why don't we go up to my office," I say. "Have a coffee together before we start the working day. You can open it there..."... In privacy...She nods, going into silent running. As we ride the elevator, she crosses her arms, th
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 152: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 18, Interceding
JAMESI twirl my fork into spaghetti tinted a brilliant green with pesto. Spaghetti is a food which, while I'm partial to it, I normally reserve for eating in decent privacy. There's nothing like having sauce down the front of your shirt to ruin your credibility. However, given the nature of the conversation I want to have....... Promised to have....... with Ryan, I accepted his recommendation.Won't do any harm to pass a few compliments to his relative...And the food is indeed excellent."Parmesan?" Ryan passes me the grater. "They make the pesto here. Grow it themselves in the gardens at the back.""Really? Great idea. I'll suggest it to Michael and Charlotte. He's looking to build up the hotel restaurant and she's looking for excuses to grow things."And I dry up.How the hell to begin this...?Ryan forks up pasta, chewing, sipping at an excellent white Sauvignon and occasionally glancing up at me. After a few minutes, he says, "So, what is it can I do for you
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 153: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 19, Twenty-Six Years Ago, Finding Mitch
KLEMPNERTrue to his prediction, Bech produces an address for Conners in under an hour. "I put Malory on there," he says, "to check out if she's there. It's on the fourth floor, but he confirms he's sighted a red-headed woman moving around inside." He tugs at his chin, eyeing me speculatively. "What are your orders, sir?"I want nothing more than to walk away from this. To lie down. To sleep away the banging inside my head."Sir?"This is about survival... "Sir, we cannot let this woman run free. She knows too much. She's a loose cannon."He's right...But I can't bring myself to give the order.Bech inhales. "Sir, I understand that you find this difficult. If you wish, I will handle it.""No!"Bech jolts at my tone.More calmly, "No. As you say, Bech. It has to be handled. Tell Malory to stay where he is. Keep a track of where they are. We'll meet him there."*****By the elevator, Malory is waiting for us as we arrive. In blue overalls and with a toolbox on
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 154: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 20, Twenty-Six Years Ago, Escape
MITCHShe descends the stairs as if the devil is behind her...He is...She risks a look up; the briefest of glances. She can't see him, but the clang of pursuit echoes above her. And she runs...Down two stories, three. Almost to ground level... and there... As she hits tarmac... a door close by... An emergency exit swings open, a body erupting out of it...Frank.He canons into her, grabbing her by the waist, swinging her around."Mitch...""Don't stop." She jerks a head up to where Klempner rattles down the steps after her. "Where's your car?""Basement, but the keys...""Got them. Move."The pair swerve, u-turning back into the stairwell, barrelling downwards. From above, the sound of a slamming door; echoing boots on concreteThey burst into the parking lot. "Where?" She peers into the low dark space."There." He points, still running, snatching at her wrist, towing her along. From behind another crash from a swinging door. From off-side, Bech appea
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 155: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 21, Heiress
CHARLOTTEVincenzo leaves and I sit, trying to make sense of my thoughts. My Master sits by me, holding my hand in his. His voice soft. "What will you do with it? The house?""I've no idea. I hadn't got that far."He left it to me...Of everyone there...All the children he taught...He left it to me..."Perhaps you should visit before you decide? You can have a look around. Go through the house. Perhaps find something to remember him by...""I'd like that, yes. But the people there weren't exactly welcoming the last time I visited."He hmmms... Stands. Paces. "You could ask Chad to go along too? Maybe clear things up for you.""Perhaps."He sits again. Takes my hand again. Kisses the fingers. "I'd like to come too...""Of course, Master. I'd assumed you would.""... You see, among other things, I'd like the chance to meet the original 'Charlotte'..."Ooohhh... Goddd...My horse...*****MICHAELKlempner is, as usual, waiting as we arrive. From his s
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 156: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 22, New Developments
MICHAELI drive. James stretches out his bad leg in the passenger seat. "Well, that was weird," I comment.James grunts.In the rear mirror, Charlotte stares out of the window. "You okay?"She keeps staring. Tonelessly, "The same thing happened to him as to me. He was scared. He stabbed someone. He ran."James swivels in his seat, stabbing a finger towards her. "It is not the same, Charlotte. All aside from the detail that he was responsible for you being in that position, however bad a start to life you both had, you both had choices afterwards. You made choices that turned you into a strong admirable woman. He made choices that took him down the path of slaver and multiple murderer. He could have turned from it at any point and he chose not to do so."*****I tap on her office door. "Hi, it's only me."Charlotte looks up from her desk. "Is it that time already?""Yup. Ready for home?""Sure. Let me just..."My mobile buzzes. It's Beth. Not like her to call me
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 157: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 23, Twenty-Six Years Ago, Klempner
She's gone.What now?I stare out of the window of the apartment I bought for her, overlooking the harbour with its yachts and pleasure boats, ice-cream kiosks and artsy-craftsy shops. Sunshine glints outside on the water, gleams on fresh paint, blue and white, and on polished timber decks, then spills into the room. But there's no warmth in it. Tugging my jacket around me, I hiss as pain stabs through my hand. Gashed flesh swollen and heated, seeps blood.I should dress it......Later...I thought I had it.I thought I had her.I really did.......It's so cold.Walking through to the kitchen, I limp a little where my ankle twisted as I fell...Would he really have run me down?... then clumsily, working with one hand, I make coffee, splashing in a hefty measure of whiskey, then more until the cup teeters on overflowing.You had me fooled, Larry. You really had me going. When you left, I was coming to see you... and then I saw them... Returning with
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 158: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 24, Reunion
MICHAELIt's an ordinary house, as average as they come; one small property in a block of near-identical brick-built terraces. The paint is fresh, but not too fresh. And the door, fronting directly to the road, looks well-used. But the windows are clean; no litter fouls the frontage...And there is a light on inside...Charlotte sits in the car, inert. Her face is a pale sheen and, as I take her fingers in mine, her hand is cold.I lift the fingers, press them to my lips. "This is it, then."She nods but doesn't move. "Suppose she doesn't want to see me?" She's gasping for air...Panic attack?"... She abandoned me all those years ago. Suppose she just didn't want me?""Why would she not want you?""Because I'm his."James speaks. "There are plenty of mothers whose children have unworthy fathers, but they still love them.""You don't have to do this, Charlotte," I say, "but if you don't, you'll never be happy. Whatever happens, good or bad, at least you'll know. Y
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Charlotte's Search Chapter 203: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 23, Richard's Gift
A sound... Charlotte clearing her throat. "Ummm...""Yes, Charlotte." Richard swings around. "I believe that makes it your turn. James... Together or separately?""You're the guest, Richard. You choose.""In that case, I think together. Heads or tails?""Oh, tails I think, if that suits you?""Absolutely."As I withdraw from Beth, tucking away my subsiding erection, I help her upright.Richard and James both stand, side by side, towering over Charlotte. I back away from the action, giving them space, but take Beth with me, pulling her down onto my lap as I sit, nuzzling into her neck. "Thank you. You have no idea how much..."She twists back, kisses me on the mouth. "I think I did know."James and Richard are both stripping off jackets, ties and shirts, kicking off shoes. "I think Charlotte's about to get it big time," she murmurs."I'd say so, yes."James drops to his knees, settles between her thighs.Richard unzips, releases himself, then stroking his erectio
Charlotte's Search Chapter 202: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 22, Kink
MICHAELheading south, I tug at the ties of the thong, pulling away about a square inch of satin as the flimsy thing falls away.Richard sucks in air. "So, James, where would you like me to start?""I'm sure you don't need instructions from me..." James drops eyes to Beth's smooth pubis. "... An old hand like you." His gaze shifts to Charlotte... "But I think we'll adjust the furniture a little." Rising, he takes a stand-mirror from the corner of the bedroom, moves it to the side of the bed, adjusts the angle, then stands back to gauge the results. He adjusts it a little, measures it by eye again and then nods. Charlotte has an excellent view of her own sex."Would you like her opened a little further, Richard? I imagine you'll want to reach everything easily.""Excellent idea, James. The knees wider I think, and we'll lift her hips."It's a game they play, the pair of them, torturing her with anticipation, but Charlotte's eyes tell a tale. The two Doms work as a team, J
Charlotte's Search Chapter 201: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 21, Michael
MICHAELI sit, staring at nothing, thinking about...... Nothing...Maybe I should get something to eat?My gut's griping. I've not eaten all day. Sally brought me one of her usual offerings for lunch; a plate-sized bacon and egg sandwich and a can of beer, but the smell turned my stomach.Scruffy ate well though along with Kirstie's tribe, running wild around the gardens in hairy, waggy, excitable enthusiasm.The pint-sized rag-tag lies by my feet. Occasionally he looks up at me, whining. I scratch his ear and he settles again.There's no sign of James and Charlotte other than James' tablet on his armchair and a book, marker inserted, on Charlotte's favourite spot on the settee. With no real interest, I look at the cover. 'A Song of Ice and Fire - A Dance with Dragons.'The scent of something is drifting in, James' cooking I assume. A part of me says it smells rich and savoury, winey and herby, but my gut recoils.Just a coffee maybe...I head for the kitchen, but
Charlotte's Search Chapter 200: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 20, Sandwich
MICHAELI don't much feel like breakfast, but for the sake of form, I join Mitch, James and Charlotte in the kitchen, downing a coffee, then pouring another.James is on his usual 'toast and coffee only' breakfast. Mitch works her way through yoghurt and muesli, eating tidily and sipping at a cup of peppermint tea.Charlotte's standing on tiptoe, rummaging at the top shelf of the store cupboard. James stands, walks across. "What are you looking for?""Pickled onions.""You don't like pickled onions.""I felt like one sliced up on my sandwich."I've already seen the other items laid out on the worktop for Charlotte's 'sandwich', along with the expression flitting across James' face as he saw them too.Hmmm...But he snakes up a long arm to the top shelf and takes down a jar.In some fascination we sit, watching Charlotte assemble a peanut butter, avocado and pickled onion sandwich, on crusty bread cut thick enough to use as a draught excluder. In a final flourish, sh
Charlotte's Search Chapter 199: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 19, Redemption
JAMESIt's a nice area. A pretty area. And it's a day for seeing it at its best.Yachts and pleasure boats float in bobbing ranks on sparkling water. Tourists walk by with ice creams, tossing coins to cross-legged artists sitting by pavement chalkings. Shops sell souvenirs, art and holiday wear.The apartment block is clean and well-maintained. The hallway as we approach the door smells of new carpet and fresh paint.Mitch stands outside the door, seeming to gather herself together, then taking a breath, she inserts the key, turns it, opens the door and we step inside.It's... lovely...Sunlight dances over walls painted in soft neutral colours. They complement the furnishings, made from some pale golden timber, perhaps beech."Can't fault his taste," comments Michael.Paintings dot the walls, abstract mainly, except for a single striking piece taking the centre of one wall; an image of ice and broken water in astonishing rainbow hues."Amazing painting," I say, looki
Charlotte's Search Chapter 198: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 18, The Package
RICHARDJames steps out of the elevator looking...What?Harassed?Worried?"James?"He looks to me then jerks his head towards his office. I follow him in. Silently, he offers me a small, padded envelope, still sealed. "This was waiting for me down in the lobby. Special delivery.""A packet?""Look at the addressee."I look, extract spectacles from my top pocket and look again.And the hair rises on the back of my neck.Michelle Kimberley, c/o James Alexanders."Klempner?""Who else could it be? Conners wouldn't know where to find her. Michelle's brothers would probably send it to her direct. So, who else?""James, before anyone opens that envelope, could it be a letter-bomb?"He blows out air, rubs his forehead. "I wouldn't have thought that was Klempner's style... If he wanted her, he come after her himself..." He paces the room. "And why would he send it through me?""You parted... amicably... from Klempner? After the shooting?"He huffs. "I'm not
Charlotte's Search Chapter 197: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 17, Remembrance
MICHAELJames interrupts my gardening. "You seen Charlotte?""She said she was going for a walk." I nod along the road. "She went that-a-way." I straighten up, pressing hands into my lower spine. "Actually, now I think about it, her tone was a bit odd.""You look as if you've done enough for a while. Want to take a break and stretch your legs?""Good idea. I'll just tell Chad we're going out."I find him inside, paint bucket in hand, slapping emulsion on a bedroom wall. "James and I are just going for a walk. I don't think we'll be long."He cocks an eye at me, his expression assessing. "You might like to know that Mr Kalkowski is buried nearby, in the churchyard.""He is? I thought...""He had no traceable family, so he stayed here. Some of the holier-than-thou churchy types tried to kick up a fuss about it, but Mrs Collier kicked up a bigger fuss and they found a space for him.""Gotcha."He moves to the window and points a long finger along the road; the same dir
Charlotte's Search Chapter 196: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 16, Charlie
MICHAELThe lawns might have been mown, but the shrubs and borders are heading for the sky. A quick exploration of a small back shed produces saw and secateurs, so I set to, getting the garden back under control."Hello."I turn to see a woman, standing by the garden gate. Wearing jeans and a shirt, her hair tied tightly back in a ponytail, she has a prim, pleasant face. "Hello, I'm Eleanor Collier. I've been keeping an eye on the house. I saw something was happening...?" I stand, wiping muck and sap off my hands and onto my pants, then stride forward to offer my hand. "Michael Summerford." My brain connects the dots. "Collier, was it? Charlo... Jennifer's foster mother?"Her face lights up. "That's right. You know Jenny? She's here?""I'm her husband. And yes, she's here." I yell towards the upstairs window. "Charlotte! Friend of yours here." I gesture to the gate. "You'd better come in."From above, a movement at the window, then a clatter down the stairs and Charlotte
Charlotte's Search Chapter 195: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 15, The Legacy
JAMESMichael...He's depressed...What can I do?Change of scene maybe?*****"Charlotte, I was thinking, we're about due for your road-trip."She pauses, half a sausage impaled on a fork midway to her mouth. "Road-trip, Master? What road-trip?""Have you forgotten that you were bequeathed a house? And everything in it. Perhaps it is time to make good your claim?"The half-a-sausage drops back to her plate. "Go back to the farm you mean? The last time I was there, they... they weren't very welcoming."Michael is listening, chewing on toast and marmalade, suddenly looking more animated than he has for days.Thank God..."Things have changed since then, haven't they," he says. "You've spoken with your friend Tom. He knows the truth of what happened. And of course, there's Chad."Still she stares at the sausage and the fried egg congealing by it. "I'm not sure..."I pour myself more coffee. "Even if all you decide to do is sell the house, you'll need to visit
