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If Amaravati Priti had been asked earlier that day whether she would ever be found in a video store, holding questionable merchandise in either hand, she would have laughed it off, and written such silly questions off to insanity on the part of the asker. Yet here she was with what looked to be some kind of snuff film in one hand, and what was undoubtedly Japanese tentacle porn in the other. She suspected that the latter had become popular due to the influx of psychotic suited women.

... Women who wore uniforms much akin to her own school uniform, come to think of it. #*@$! "What I want to #@*$ing know, is why men seem to think this $*#@ is pleasurable. On what planet does any woman enjoy such $#@^ed up things?" Not hers, for certain. When her rather inappropriate comment met no response, she realized that the family she thought was nearby was nowhere to be found.

#*@$. Maybe her mother had made good on her threat to vacate the premises and gone home. Ah well, she would have no trouble finding a ride. If there was no ride to be found, she would waste a couple of dollars on bus fare. Her mother was undoubtedly driving her car away even now... or so the suspicious ringing at her belt informed her. Juggling the two rather eyebrow raising films, she reached down and retrieved the cell phone.

As predicted, there was a message from her mother, informing her of what she already knew. She sighed, and let out an oath. Some people had no sense of humor... and no respect. That was her car, $*@^ it. Her nice, new shiny red car. Scowling, she turned her attention back to the description on the back of the hentai she'd picked up to traumatize her elusive parent with, putting the phone away. Well, at least this one had a relatively generic plot. No crazy alien shenanigans, that.

As though she had intended to take the #@*$ thing home anyway... tch.

Oddly enough, it seemed that Amara's reaction was to the tentacle porn alone. Perhaps the snuff film involved men dying in brutal, demeaning ways? "Let's just saying that I have pretty #*$@ing vivid $*# dreams, and leave it at that, shall we?" Turning on her heel (and it was a very high, spiky heel), she sort of scraped the toe of her fabulous boot against the floor, and raised an eyebrow. Well now, that was a lot of a man, wasn't it? A wicked, almost feline grin tugged at her lips, and she gathered the dvds into one hand, putting the other on her hip.

"Do you have a preference? If I had to guess, it would be the snuff film, with all of the #*@&#xin;g hand motions you're making there. Enthusiastic much?" Oooh oh dear, here was a perfectly good opportunity to flirt with what looked to be an exceptionally amusing man. She was not going to pass that up, not for a moment. "Looking for victims?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow in an elegant, inquisitive arch. She had practiced that particular expression in front of the mirror often enough to know that it was interesting to look at, if nothing else. "If you are, I should probably let you know that that's not a role I play well."

And she could do worse than to be interesting. "Ha! One of those psychotic $*#@&es in suits?" Amaravati snorted, waving that free hand dismissively. "I would think they'd be more likely to be the ones being $#*@ed, wouldn't you?" Man, she could go on about the 'suits, but now was really not the time or #*@$ing place. ... Now that was an interesting thought... but eh, 'Mara didn't usually play into the hands of strangers quite so easily. Now was undoubtedly no exception to the rule.

"I was looking for something really twisted. One of those days, you know?" He probably didn't know, but that was all right. "I've been surrounded by prissy, hoity toity girls all #*@$ing day, and I need a god#*@$ break." A serious sin binge, really. Now the question was: how exactly had she never met this man before? She was fairly sure she'd remember that head of hair. No #$*@ing way she'd miss it.

Turning her attention back to the pair of dvds, she hmmned, pondering their prospective worth. On the one hand, a little bit (or a lot a bit) of gore wasn't going to be a problem, but on the other... on the other, she could seriously freak her folks out with the tentacle porn. $*@#it. Why was it so #@$&#xin;g hard to pick a movie? ... Unless she went with both. There was a thought. It was unlikely that she'd have time to watch them both this evening, but there was always tomorrow.

Tossing a long strand of purple hair over one shoulder, she debated internally, and waited for her new acquaintance's opinion. It never hurt to get a second opinion after all. Her gaze flitted from the dvd back to the man, and she decided that she'd keep it there. He was a good bit more #*@$ing appealing than any %#@$ed up porno, after all, and it was fairly obvious that he had more kinks than a god#*@# accordion.

Perfect. Amaravati $*#&#xin;g loved it when gorgeous men played back like that. And make no mistake, this guy here? He was %$*#ing ridiculously gorgeous. How the hell she hadn't seen a face like his around, she didn't know. But she posed a little, well aware of her various assets, and how best to display and put them to use. "No, I didn't think it would," she said, a slow, feline grin cutting across her lips.

Interesting. He was definitely interesting. She had been right about him being kinky. Except, it sounded like he was also dangerous too, and that was exactly the kind of $#%$ed up to catch her attention. She was not immune to bad boy charms, after all. At eighteen, she felt herself above all that, but the truth was that it had its appeal.

"See, a fight? That I can hold with... but to just lie down and take it? Uh uh. That's not my kind of thing." With a wave of her hand, she indicated the movies again. "Vicious... heh. I'll believe that. Anything's vicious when cornered. But anyway, if this isn't your kind of $%#@..."

She juggled the two dvds, and picked up a third. "How about this?" Woah. Wait, woah. He was a teacher? Amara couldn't quite help it. She barked out a laugh, and had to lean slightly against the display for support. "Oh... that's funny. See, you're a teacher, and I'm a $*#@ing student. I think I would've remembered a face like yours, so you can't possibly teach at my school."

My, my... he was some kind of twisted, wasn't he? The fun kind, in her opinion, but still. Her mother would probably have freaked, but the poor thing had already gone home in her $%#@ing car. "I suppose you could say that I am new to this whole thing. I don't often have the opportunity to pick up anything interesting."

New, but not shy about it. Not in the least.

"Right, and people who prefer to roll over and die are $*#@ing weird... and have no spirit." Amaravati was most decidedly not one of those people. That couldn't be helped. She'd been born with a fire in her heart, and a curse on her lips, so to speak. Boring. "Anyone so willing to die couldn't possibly be worth the effort anyway." ... Okay, exactly when had she been in the habit of encouraging strange men to think of death and herself in the same context?

"Oh I'll just bet you would be," she purred, a wicked, wicked grin on her lips. "Happy as a ^#%$ing clam. I'll take this one, then." She set the other two dvds back in their places, and tapped her chin, a finger resting delicately to one side of it.

Meadowview? Really? Meadowview? "Crystal, of course. Where else?" Oh c'mon, one look at her very nice shoes ought to have given that away. "It really is such a pity that you don't teach there." She was shameless, really. Absolutely bloody shameless... but the man was really too attractive to overlook, and spirited. "Oh, it does. I can see why you'd rather work at an all girl's school." Lots of pretty girls to be utterly inappropriate with, and all.

"Being daddy's girl is entirely convenient. Daddy's wallet especially is convenient." Paying for her shoes on her father's buck was just too delicious to pass up. "I'm not sure I'd classify myself as a mommy's little girl, though." Half the time she and her mother didn't get along, though they did love each other deeply. It was just one of those things. Perhaps it was because they were too much alike. If she had known what he had been thinking, she would have laughed. He was right, of course. 100% correct. She was putting on a show for the parents.

Amara raised an eyebrow, tilting her head back slightly so that she could meet the man's eyes. "No way of knowing if it's the wrong idea... but I think my preferences range more $*@#ing towards ^%#*ing than that." Than him, was the unspoken implication. There was something about the teacher, something that caught at both fantasy and set off the alarm bells in her head. ... Like any good teenage girl, she completely ignored the alarm bells. That was just the way it ^$*#ing was. Attractive men trumped danger every time, absolutely, without question.

Spidey senses could shut the ^#*$ up. "Maybe I want to give them the wrong idea," she said mysteriously. The mystery was somewhat spoiled by the porno in her hand and the phone that started to play a death metal tune at top volume. "Son of a %$%^&," she said, glancing down at the screen. "'Scuze me for a moment, gorgeous, I've got to take this call." God^$#@it, she had been enjoying her conversation. Maybe he wouldn't wander away while she answered the shrill demands of her mother who was apparently incapable of parking the car without knocking something over.

Right. Because she was totally responsible for her mother's mishap with the mailbox. It took a little while to shake her ^#$&#xin;g hysterical parent, but when she finally managed to convince her mother that maybe talking it out with her father would be a better idea, she shut the flip phone with an audible snap. "What. The. $%*#." Seriously? Seriously her mom had to interrupt her conversation with what had to be the most god#$%@ gorgeous guy she'd seen in ages? ... Really? Yeah, well, he'd better not have wandered off, because if he had, there was going to be hell to pay when she got home. ... Sort of. Except for, y'know, the part where her parents still paid for her food and lodging. Sigh.

Sauntering back over, Amara gave the obviously Chippendale-dancer-turned-high school-teacher an apologetic look. Yeah, he was still definitely the best thing in the horror movie section. If that was the section they'd been in. "So, where were we? ... Oh yeah, I was about to say that it would be ^%@# well worth the sexual harassment claims... for me, anyway." Maybe not for him, unfortunately. Ah well. She'd just have to find excuses to bump into him on a semi-regular basis. Of course, given that they apparently lived in the same city, that couldn't possibly be all that %#@$ing hard. "Daddy's wallet is... and you're right, I do get on better with men." Partially because she could wrap them around her little finger often enough, but also partially because they weren't women.

Women really needed to lay off the $%#@ing backstabbing %^@#. And while she was at it, the gossiping, the sniping, the underhanded stupidity. Men, men tended to just have at you if you pissed them off. Women were bloody complicated, Amaravati included.