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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
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It was June 7th. A beautiful summer day, bright and clear. It was also
Gabriel Ramirez' birthday, which he fully intended to spend alone and away
from any sort of brightness at all. Slightly before noon, however, there
was an unexpected knock at the door.

Gabriel frowned, wondering who would possibly be at his door; he didn't
particularly _have_ any friends. Sighing, he stood up and walked to the
door, looking through the peephole.

It was a lovely sight that greeted him. He had to admit that. Confusing,
but lovely. A young woman he vaguely recognized from around the
neighborhood stood there holding a basket in one hand and a covered dish in
the other. She was wearing...well, not much, honestly; not quite the
world's smallest bikini, covered only by a gauzy, short, wrap-around skirt.
Her more than generous breasts strained against the flimsy material, and
her long hair hung loose and flowing down her back. She looked a touch
nervous.

Gabriel opened the door, puzzled. "Um, can I help you?"

Her green eyes lit up as she smiled brightly at him. "Um. Hi! Can I come
in?"

Gabriel blinked. "Uh...I guess so." He stepped aside to allow her in, and
closed the door behind him. "Did, um, you need something?"

She stepped inside, looking around. Gabriel's house was definitely on the
eccentric side. He and his ex-wife both loved fantasy, so when they had the
house built, they had it built as a castle, complete with four towers on
the corners, thick stone walls, and Gothic archways. The theme was carried
on into the inside, as well, begetting stone floors, carved gargoyles over
the doorways, and antique tapestries hung on the walls, though the 'castle'
still had every conceivable modern comfort and convenience. She smiled up
at him. "_Nifty_," she said, in a tone not unlike a small child presented
with a five pound chocolate bunny.  "Um.  I'm Pandora. I know you don't
know me, really, but, well..." She nibbled her lower lip, smile faltering
just a touch. "See, we have mutual friends. Online. So, I know it's your
birthday, and I knew you probably weren't doing anything, and needed
cheering up, so, well, here I am, and I have chicken, and a nice bottle of
wine, and a cake, too. See?"

Gabriel blinked. "Uh...okay."

She smiled again, nervously. "So, I thought I'd come over and feed you and
cheer you up. If you don't mind, I mean. Um...cake?"

"No, that's...that's really sweet. Um, thanks." Gabriel seemed rather
stunned, still.

She relaxed slightly, and her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him again.
"Cool. Where should I put things?"

"Um...oh! The dining room's over there." He motioned towards the room,
following her in.

She swayed along in front of him. His eyes were caught...very briefly...by
the three inch heels that were responsible for part of that sway, then
travelled rather helplessly up her body to the swaying hips themselves, set
on top of sinfully curvy legs and beneath an impossibly tiny waist, and
guaranteed to attract any male eyes fortunate enough to be in the area.
Heels, the faint scent of perfume...signs of seduction? The bikini could be
standard teenage summer wear. The loose hair, sheer girlish vanity.
But...heels? And the scent, which probably had some classy designer name,
but really _should_ have been called "Incentive to Rape"...could that
_really_ be accidental?

Pandora sat the basket down on the table and started pulling things from
it.  First, a pretty velvet cloth, on which she laid out the food...tiny
bite-size pieces of fried chicken, a bright salad with sliced cherries, a
bowl of lush, red strawberries, then two crystal wineglasses, a black
bottle of wine, the label containing not a bit of English, and finally the
cake, which looked like it probably came from the most expensive bakery in
town. She smiled over her shoulder at him, a hopeful light in her eyes.
"It's a strawberry romanov cheesecake. It should be good...my sister does
all this fancy cooking, and I asked her to make me something _nice_, and
this is what she came up with."

Gabriel nodded. "It...looks nice." He pulled out a chair for her, gesturing
at it.

She sat gracefully, sweeping the short skirt down beneath her legs in a
practiced movement, the waited on him to sit beside her before opening and
pouring the wine. It was a deep gold color, the smell rich and fruity.	She
handed him the crystal glass, then filled one of the pretty little plates
she'd pulled from the basket and set it in front of him.

Gabriel took a sip from the wine, eyes widening appreciatively, and nibbled
on a bite of the chicken.

Pandora watched him nervously for a moment, then grinned and nibbled at the
food on her own plate, taking a tiny sip from the half-glass of wine she'd
poured for herself. "My baby sister is an _amazing_ cook, she really is. 
It's this huge natural talent thing going on, you know?" She peeked up at
him from beneath long, dark-gold lashes. "So...do you talk?"

Gabriel blinked. "Um...not when I'm stunned speechless, no."

Pandora cocked her head. "Stunned?"

"Well...yeah." He gave her a crooked grin. "I'm not used to having
beautiful women show up at my door with food and _really_ nice wine." He
cocked his head to the side slightly. "Where did you _get_ the wine,
anyway? I don't _think_ you're legal yet..."

She shrugged. "The wine cellar. Couldn't read the labels, but it's kinda
organized with the good stuff in back, and this was off the last rack, so I
figured it'd be okay." She took another sip, and wrinkled her nose a touch.
"Can't say I care for it, actually."

"It's good, really good." He took another sip. "So...you said we had mutual
friends?"

She turned away from him, letting her hair fall down to hide her face a
bit. "Mmmhmm."

"So you don't actually know me, then?"

"Well...I read some of the boards you're on. I've got friends there."

"Oh? Which ones?" He took another bite of chicken. "This is _good_."

"Well, fantasywritersrevolution, and alt.callahans, and perlmonks," she
said...naming one fantasy literature group, one generalized conversation
group, and one technical group he frequented.

"Cool." He took another sip of the wine. "This is _really_ good wine. What
are your parents going to say when they realize it's missing?"

She shrugged. "They won't. I doubt they've ever been down there. Wine
cellar came with the house, you see."

Gabriel raised his eyebrows. "This is at least a two-hundred a bottle
wine."

She shrugged again, totally unconcerned. "Like I said, it came with the
house. They don't drink wine at home, anyway." She took another sip. "I'm
beginning to see why. You say this is _good_ wine?" she asked
incredulously. "What the heck would _bad_ wine taste like, then?"

Gabriel smiled. "Actually, you'd probably like some 'bad' wines better. If
you haven't had wine before, you don't know how to really taste it, so the
more...obvious flavors drown out the subtle nuances."

Pandora laughed, causing her most obvious attributes to jiggle in a truly
distracting way. "Well...I guess 'wine snob' is better than 'scared to
death'. At least you're talking to me, anyway."

Gabriel's lips twitched. "I'm not actually a wine snob. My ex-wife was, and
she taught me about it. I taught _her_ about whisky."

She shuddered. "I don't think I _want_ to learn about whisky. This stuff
tastes bad enough. Here...have some cake. I don't know what's in it...she
wouldn't let me watch, but it smells freakin' _awesome_, doesn't it?"

After handing him a piece of the cake, she filled his glass.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

Pandora smiled up at him sweetly. "Why would I do that?"

Gabriel looked at her thoughtfully. "I don't know." He took a bite of the
cake and moaned appreciatively. "This is _good_."

Pandora licked a bit of whipped cream from her wrist and closed her eyes in
bliss. "Oooooh god yes....yum..."

"So are you?" He took another sip of his wine.

Pandora nibbled on a strawberry, her face still soft and dreamy with
culinary pleasure. "Mmmm....maybe."

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow as he asked, leaning back in his chair. "This
is _really_ good. You said your sister made it?"

"Mmhmm.  She's a _genius_ in the kitchen, she really is.  I could never
make something like this."

"Going to answer my question?" he asked.

"Hmm...I don't know."

"So you just decided to come over and bring me food on my birthday, even
though you don't really know me?"

"Well...I do know you, sort of. I know _about_ you, anyway. And so I know
you're nice, and that you were probably feeling like crap, and, well, I
didn't have anything better to do, that's for sure, and I thought that it
would be nice...for me, too, because I don't get to talk to people who
are...well...nice _and_ smart very often, and I didn't really think too
much because then I wouldn't have had the nerve to do it, so, well, here I
am. See?" She smiled up at him hopefully.

"I think so." He takes the last bite of his cake. "I'm out of food now,
though."

"Have some more wine," she suggested, as she filled his glass.

"You _are_ trying to get me drunk."

She flushed, looking down. "Maybe."

"Why?"

"Well...you'd be more relaxed. Maybe feel better?"

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "Well, I am feeling better than I expected to,
but I don't think that's the wine."

She smiled up at him, looking a touch shy. "I just...wanted to make things
easier for you. So that maybe you could...well, maybe you'd want to talk to
me. I...meant it when I said I don't have a lot of chances to talk to
people. People who are worth talking to, anyway. I just thought maybe I
could give you something, well, _nice_ to do today. Some wine, a pretty
cake. Someone to talk to. Maybe we could...swim, or...something."

Gabriel smiled. "That...sounds really nice. Thank you."

Pandora looked relieved. "I...thanks. I know some people think I'm...a bit
strange. Especially guys. My sister says I intimidate people...you don't
think I'm intimidating, do you?"

Gabriel looked at her thoughtfully. "Well...yeah. You're a little
intimidating. I'm not used to being around beautiful women anymore."

Pandora ducked her head, cheeks turning red.  "Thank you," she murmured
softly, then seemed to shake herself as she straightened up and offered him
an impish smile, arching her back just slightly. "So you _do_ like the way
I look...I'm glad. I wasn't sure."

"How could you not be sure?"

Pandora sighed in frustration and shook her head. "How _can_ I be sure? How
can I ever know what a man is thinking? You're all so...so _confusing_!"
she said with sudden irritation. "I try...god knows I try. But half the
time, if a guy's asking me out, his eyes never make it up to my face, and
he never even seems to hear what I say. So I thought, fine, I'm just
dealing with the wrong kind of guys. So I try to talk to the smart guys,
and they all act like...like I'm some sort of monster or something, like
I'm going to turn into a giant mantis and bite off their heads if they talk
to me, so that didn't work, either."

Gabriel chuckled. "Well, like I said, you _are_ kind of intimidating. And
smart guys in school have _no_ self-confidence, so yeah, they'll freak. Ten
years ago, _I'd_ have freaked."

"Did I say anything about 'in school'?	Yeah, I tried high-school guys. But
that's not _all_ I tried. I've tried talking to guys my age, guys a bit
younger than me, guys a bit older, guys twice my age, hell, one guy _three
times_ my age...and it's always the same. They either don't hear a word I
say, or they act like I'm some sort of freakish monster that they have to
hide from. I even...well, I thought maybe the problem was just....you know,
average intelligence. So I joined Mensa, and went to some meetings but
there..." She shook her head, looking honestly bewildered and hurt. "It was
so _weird_. There...it was worse. It was like my looks made me...bad.  And
stupid. Even after I won their stupid chess tournament, they still treated
me like...like half my brain was gone because of my tits, and half of
_that_ was gone because of my face, and what's left wasn't worth anything
because of my age...but boys my age were treated like people. I was treated
like...like a _puppy_ or something. A cute little pet playing like she was
a real person."  She looked away, suddenly miserable. "It's not fair...I'd
change it if I could. My parents paid to have my older sister's boobs
increased, but they wouldn't let me get mine reduced, even if I could
manage to pay for it myself. I just got so tired of being a freak...I
thought...well, that someone who never went out, someone smart,
sweet...someone like you...might not...you know...might be different," she
finished softly, not meeting his eyes.

"Well, I hope you aren't going to expect me to be on your side about the
surgery thing." He smiled. "But I understand what you mean."

Pandora blushed. "I...I don't know why I said that." She looked at her
empty wine-glass with suspicion. "Half a glass, according to the chart I
found, at my weight, shouldn't have affected me at all, much less made me
babble like an idiot. So I must conclude that my nervousness has resulted
in a bit of an adrenaline surge, possibly increasing the affects, or
affecting me itself...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...be embarrassing. And
I...well, I don't _really_ want to have surgery, but...I just want someone
to treat me like a person. Like a real girl, not...not a freak, not a
blow-up doll, not a bimbo. And it seems like I can't have that if I have
these," she said, raising a hand to poke into the side of one soft, white
globe. It's not fair that I'd have to change what I am in order to be
treated like who I am, but...that does seem to be the way it is, fair or
not," she finished sadly.

"Well, you have my permission to hit me if I start acting like an idiot,
okay?"

She stared at him, bemused, then smiled and shook her head. "I don't want
to hit you," she laughed. "That's not why I came here. I wanted to..." Her
voice trailed off, and she flushed.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to...?"

"I...I thought...why don't you have some more wine?" she said hurriedly,
reaching to pour for him.

"Okay. And you answer my question?"

She nodded slowly. "Okay. But...it's hard, so have some patience with me?
Pretty please?"

Gabriel nodded back at her, taking a sip of his wine.

Pandora looked down at her hands for a moment, nervous. "I...thought
maybe...you might like to...um.  Well...do more than swim," she admitted
hesitantly. "I mean...you're smart, and sweet, and probably as lonely as I
am, and I thought maybe, with you, I could just be...straightforward. That
maybe, if you were attracted to me, too, then...things didn't have to be so
complicated, that maybe you'd understand, and be able to...to see me as
someone normal...or at least as someone like you."

Gabriel shook his head. "You aren't normal. 'Normal' girls wouldn't do
something like this, because they wouldn't think to. But 'not normal' isn't
the same thing as 'bad'. I'm not normal either, and I know it."

"I meant...'normal for us'. Not normal for everyone else."

He shrugged. "Define 'normal." He sighed. "Seriously, don't worry about
'normal'."

Pandora looked up at him, her soft green eyes wide and her expression open.
"I'm not. I'm more worried about the fact that you're not really...reacting
to what I said. Did you really not get it, or is that just your polite way
of saying 'no thanks'?"

Gabriel gave her a wry look. "I got it." He takes a sip of his wine. "I'm
just not...not sure what to _say_. I mean, this is...totally unexpected.
It's...logically I ought to run screaming in the other direction, but..."

"Why?" she asked softly. "What's wrong with the idea?"

"I just..." He sighed. "How much did my friends tell you about my breakup
with my ex-wife?"

"I...know what happened. All of it that you talked about online with
people. I'm sorry...I know it was awful for you."

He nodded. "It was. And..." He sighed. "I'm just scared of getting into a
relationship. Especially...look, I'm older than you. Your parents aren't
going to approve."

"I think...maybe I wasn't as straightforward as I meant to be. Gabriel,
I...wasn't asking for a relationship. That would be...presumptuous of me. I
just want a chance to...to see what it's like. I didn't come here meaning
for you to change your life for me. I just thought we could...enjoy each
other. No strings, no complications. Just two mature people doing something
they both want. Having a little fun for once."

He sighed. "Logically, I can't help but think it's a bad idea. But...I'm
not really sure I _care_."

She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head. "Wait. Stop. This
isn't what I should have done, how I should have done this. It's not fair
to you, to ask you to make a decision like that drunk. Yeah, it's the most
likely to get me what I want, but...it's still not fair, and it's slimy,
and I'm not doing it...however tempting it might be. So...no decision from
you. Not until you've sobered up and had time to think. And I...I'll back
off, and not push, and tone down the whole overly hormonal nympho routine."

Gabriel sighed. "Look. You're the only person I've talked to aside from
work related things in the last year and a half. So really, I don't think I
_care_. You were right about how I'd have spent my time."

Pandora looked up at him and smiled. "I care. I...if you say yes, I don't
want it to be because you were drunk. I don't want it to be something you
regret. So...no answer yet. We wait. We...do something else for a while.
Swim...no wait, that wouldn't be fair, either...something though, for two
or three hours, long enough for you to get sober, to think things through."

"Like what?"

"Like...like...I don't know...play a game or something." Her face
brightened. "I know...you got any 'macho' games? Unreal, or Quake, or stuff
like that? Most guys lose all interest in me after I kick their butts at
shooting games, so it should really fall under the category of 'full
disclosure', don't you think? And that's _totally_ unsexy, so it'd clear
your head properly."

Gabriel grinned. "Okay. You can kick my butt at Unreal."

She giggled. "Of course...you _are_ drunk, so maybe that's not really fair,
either. Hmm...got it..." She reached out and snagged his half-full
wineglass, draining it quickly with a grimace. "There, now we're equally
impaired," she said, standing up with a sensual sway. "Let's go."

Gabriel led her into his bedroom, blushing slightly. "Um, this is where
everything's set up."

Pandora eyed the huge projection screen, the various game consoles, the
luxurious furnishings of the bedroom, and her eyes lit up. "Oh _wow_!
_What_ a setup!  This is _so_ cool!"  Wobbling just slightly from the
unaccustomed alcohol and the heels, she walked over and plopped down on the
bed, kicking off her shoes and curling her legs under her...incidentally,
causing the skirt to ride the rest of the way up and leaving her legs bare.
"This is going to be fun," she said, smiling at him with innocent delight.

Gabriel swallowed. "Yeah."

Pandora's eyes lingered on his face for a long moment before she blushed
and looked away. "maybe that last bit of wine wasn't such a good idea," she
mumbled, before shaking her head and smiling again, though a bit nervously
now. "Okay, let's do this."

He set up the game, trying to keep his eyes off the billion miles or so of
exposed skin, and they played for a while. She was as good as she claimed,
beating him two out of three times, but seemed delighted when he beat her
the one time. She played with enthusiasm and quite a bit of enjoyment for
the gorier aspects of the game, evoking images of gleeful, blood-soaked
amazons in his still slightly wine-fuzzed head. After the third game, she
set the controller aside and fell back against the bed, leaning on one
elbow and looking up at him. "Told you I'd kick your butt," she said with a
grin.

Gabriel chuckled. "I was just hoping not to get beaten too badly. I knew I
was going to lose."

Pandora looked a bit hurt. "Why?" she demanded. "Did you think I would
cheat or something?"

Gabriel shook his head. "No. But you're a teenager, and I'm not."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

He grinned. "Teenagers have a lot more time to play games like that than I
do."

Pandora laughed. "Yeah, right. I don't think I've had a chance to sit down
and play a game in....almost a month now."

Gabriel looked at her, puzzled. "Why not?"

Pandora looked a bit embarrassed and shrugged. "There's always something I
have to do, something they want from me. Dancing lessons, voice classes,
social groups, clubs, contests, this month that stupid modeling thing...I
try to keep at least weekends free to do the things _I_ want to, but...it's
hard, and it takes some bargaining."

"Modeling thing?" He looked at her curiously.

She groaned and collapsed against the bed, putting her arm over her eyes.
"Oh god, don't ask."

"No, no, I think I'm asking."

She shook her head. "It's just...awful. It _wasn't_ my idea. There was this
stupid modeling contest/pageant thing...it was really important to my
mother, and she offered me three weeks at home instead of in Europe with
them...but then I accidentally _won_, so now I have to go through with the
contract. A few photoshoots for their magazine...all over now, thank
god...and one live show this fall, and that's it, though.  And I won't make
_that_ mistake again, that's for damned sure."

Gabriel looked at her for a moment, and then asked, slowly, "Pandora? If I
asked you a question, would you give me an honest answer?"

Pandora bit her lower lip, looking worried. "I...don't know. I won't
lie...but I won't promise to answer if I don't want to, either."

"Exactly how old are you?"

Pandora looked away from him. "I'm not going to answer that one."

"Why not?"

"Because it shouldn't matter. I am who I am, and that's what should count,
not how long I've taken up space on the planet."

"But it does." He sighed. "If you're underage..." He looked her up and
down. "I can't see how that could be _possible_, but if you are, I could
get in a _lot_ of trouble. I have no desire to go to jail and become the
love-slave of some guy named 'Bubba'."

She shook her head. "No. There wouldn't be any more risk than there would
be for any guy with any woman.	I mean, anyone can change her mind the next
morning and say 'oh boohoo, he _raped_ me', and there's not a heck of a lot
a guy can do to prove she was willing. But for someone to go to jail for
statutory rape, well...first off, someone has to _know_ about it, and we're
both too smart to pretend that we're not smart enough to minimize the
chances of that happening. And secondly, usually it's the girl's parents
who press the issue, and...mine wouldn't. Ever."

Gabriel said, softly, "It doesn't _have_ to be your parents. Even if you're
right about them not causing problems, all that has to happen is for
_someone_ to figure it out and call the cops."

"Gabriel...there isn't anyone _to_ figure it out. No one...no one _knows_
me. I don't go out, I don't hang out with friends...I don't really _have_
friends...the only people who even know who I am, really are my parents, my
sisters, and now you.  And even if someone saw me with you...do you really
think that I look young enough that they're going to think, 'oh my god,
that _pervert_!' and call the cops?"

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "Okay, you have a point there. I can't figure
out how you could possibly be underage, but you've pretty much admitted you
are."

"I haven't said one way or the other. I really, really don't think it
should matter." She looked away again. "I don't _want_ it to matter. I want
your decision to be...about me. Not my age. Not my family. Not anything
else other that whether or not you want _me_."

Gabriel pursed his lips. "It won't matter. But I'd like to know."

Pandora shook her head. "No...because...it _would_ matter. Or at least, I'd
never be able to be sure it _didn't_ matter. And neither would you,
really."

"I've made up my mind, I think. So I won't change it based on that.
Besides, now I'm terminally curious."

"And if I tell you now, then you could change your mind later, and say it
wasn't that at all, that you just weren't sober, or that you hadn't really
thought it through. You might not even honestly think it had anything to do
with it, but it would, subconsciously."

He looked at her for a moment. "I'm not going to change my mind." He leaned
forward, placing one hand behind her head, and kissed her firmly.

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