Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... that once belonged to Dierdre Gilmore the TFIS inspector who issued twenty-three arrests and convictions for murder and conspiring to commit murder on the Denby Square Massacre case, severely crippling the Fulmetter crime syndicate on Galon Prime. The same woman who adopted a skinny, dirty, malnourished, illiterate, physically abused child... and gave her a chance.

Max leaned into the seat of the chair that Max herself used most; it fit her frame and was comfortable. Her face now mere inches from the soft coat of her oldest friend. Max softly whispered, "Ag's", the instant purry chirp of recognition and steady purring filtered into Max's soul as it always did.

Agatha opened her eyes, steel grey gilded with silver.

Her purrs increased with a breathy urgency that was deeply concerning. Gently sliding long fingers under the edges of the cat, Max carefully lifted her up, cradling Agatha into her own chest. She was very gentle as she carefully turned and sat back into the chair.

Joon leaned over, running fingers through marine-short dirty-blonde hair and kissed Max on the forehead, she left the room to make preparations, painful as they would be.

Joon's departure wasn't consciously noticed by Max: she was falling through years of memories, seeing flashes of black and white throughout, arriving on Jericho, never seeing so much green in all her life.

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Daily sessions of education broken up with exercise that Deirdre always led by example. Agatha's purry ...

... chirp echoed in her mind. Growing taller throughout the painful years, Max was soon topping her guardian by several inches in height, and she was not showing any signs of stopping. Going to school for the first time, Max was not one to be afraid of asking questions; but she found herself being excluded from the popular social groups. "Being tall and smart isn't popular." Max remembered the words she said to Deirdre as she explained her problem; and her guardian looked up into Max's eyes and said, "Being popular is good for five minutes, being smart is good for the rest of your life... and being tall means, you can reach the top shelf without fetching a step." Deirdre smirked. "Find a friend, just one: someone who will like you for who you are, not what you look like."

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Max blinked, a glass of chilled water was on the side table next to her chair, she didn't even realize Joon had been there and placed the water there for her.

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Joon.

School was a micro expression of humanity and being tall had one very obvious advantage for Max; she was practically immune to intimidation. At age twelve she was six feet tall. No girls, no boys, no teachers were able to look down at her: it was a psychological game changer. It also allowed her to see things from a different perspective; especially how girls treated each other and particularly how they treated ones who did not appear average. Three girls who were "popular" were tormenting a much shorter and thinner girl; one who ...