“Jeez, Jack…” The brow of the bronze beauty knotted up slightly and a hint of blush in her cheeks as she thumbed through a lockbox that she had found while snooping and happened to unlock with her magnetic powers, as she pawed through pictures that it would be rather indelicate to describe of pretty women and notes that they had sent with them, Aisha Connors was not sure whether she was more astonished by what some of them depicted or described, or simply the sheer volume therein she discovered. Always knowing that her mentor was something of a ladies man but this just taking the cake, the ‘box of conquest’ as she would decide to name it was something that in one way felt rather creepy, but in another quite impressive.
Just what kind of life have you been living? Perhaps a little of her mentor having rubbed off on the mocha madam as she slid these slices of life from one hand to the other, stacks of images filled both of her mitts as she thumbed through the naughty little collection, she couldn’t help but feel just a hint of envy toward both the man who had gotten them and the women within the pictures and letters. Never quite losing that unspoken attraction she had developed for Jack, Miss Connors couldn’t help but wonder just what things the man had done with the girls she saw, and the imagery left plenty of room for the imagination to wander in.
No, no, this isn’t what I’m looking for… Is it? The face of the foreign femme glowing even more brightly because of the places that her mind was sent by this discovery and how she couldn’t help but picture herself in them, after feeling a hint of shame at how much she was leering at the collection, Aisha pushed the photographs back into the box and closed the lid. Not here to look for such lurid items but rather search for clues, while she had scanned the room of her mentor several times in the past few months for something that might have led her to him, so far she had come up short. However, in a way this new find actually inspired a little hope in her.
Always so respectful of the man who had saved her life back when she had been knee high to the proverbial sand hopper, these ‘invasions’ had increased in their intensity with each act, initially finding herself somewhat reluctant to thumb through the possessions of her guardian but that sense of politeness having worn away with the time that had passed. Still feeling rather guilty for the intrusion but now knowing that it served the greater good really, if it led her to him on some level Miss Connors knew that the man would forgive her, and they’d probably also have a good laugh over the discoveries she had made.
Or… Is it? A sudden idea occurring to Aisha as she drummed her fingertips on top of the box for a second or two and wondered where she might look next, after a moment or two of reflection the girl from the desert had a realization that just might have changed her mind, and possibly her life as well. The gaze of the mocha marvel sinking back to the metal made chest that she had plucked from deep beneath the bed of her mentor, though she had only scanned some of the details in the letters out of curiosity, it occurred to her that they might hold more promise than she had initially expected. After all, aside from herself, who else in the world would know Jack better than the woman he had been so very intimate with…?
- Aisha Connors