12-11-2003, 11:28 PM
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Helene grabbed Max and held him close as the vase exploded, the sound of the porcelain shattering louder than the sound from the gun. If she had doubted Simon's intent before, she knew now that he meant business. Especially when he threatened to hurt Max. No matter what, she wouldn't let that happen.
Considering the alternative, perhaps it would appease this psychotic madman for her to kiss Max. Actors and actresses did it in the movies all the time. It certainly looked real enough to the audience -- and that was the whole point, wasn't it? Simon was the "audience" and they were the "players".
"Okay. Okay. Whatever you want. Just don't hurt my boy."
Turning toward her son, Helene wrapped her arms around him and whispered. "Just trust me, sweetie. Everything will be all right."
Turning them at an angle that made their mouths not fully visible to the man who sat in the shadows, Helene began to kiss her son. Keeping her mouth closed, she placed her lips against his, only slightly off center and hoped that Max would play along without adjusting their position.
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Glistening moonlight caresses the dewed silk petals of a luscious blood red rose, yearning to be experienced, her sweet lusty fragrance uninhibited and irresistible. ~Donovan~
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