"Out of this darkness" By T-dak

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Continuation.................. His handshake was brief. 'Pls sit down, Miss Milner,' he said in a deep voice. ' We haven't met before, have we?, 'No, I don't think so.' 'I was very sorry to hear about your father's heart attack. I trust his health is improving?' 'Yes it is. But I haven't come on family business,' Cathy blurted out hastily. She sat down, trying not to quail under the level stare. 'And I want you to promise me that you will never tell my Father that I came to see you. Please!' 'I see,' said Fabian Blackthorn. He leaned back in his chair, thoughtful eyes studying Cathy from under dark, curved brows. 'Everything between a lawyer and his client us always in the strictest confidence, Miss Milner. Always. Is this a question of money?' 'Money?' Cathy echoed. Surprise almost made her smile. 'Nothing as easy as that!' He pulled a notepad towards him, waiting. Though the handsome face didn't register it, she could sense the lawyer's curiosity. Up till now she realised, his firm's dealings with her family had been strictly orthodox. The Milners were by no means hugely wealthy; but the had been producing competent soldiers, civil servants, politicians and scholars for generations. The seamier side of life had probably never even been acknowledged. Until now, she thought bitterly. 'I'm in trouble, Mr Blackthorn.' Unconsciously, her fingers were fretting together, her right thumb rubbing at the place on her left hand where a ring had once glittered. The memory of what she had done loomed up life a nightmare, paralysing her. 'The thing is that I--- I don't how to explain it all.............. She could see lines gathering wearily around his eyes. 'Very well', he said drily. 'Have you killed anyone?' To be continued Happy weekend to all coolvalers.

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Continuation........... 'Oh no,' Cathy grimaced. 'Nothing like that.' She looked uncertainly in to the hard chiselled features. 'I want you to get something back for me.' 'I see.' Polite but distinctly cool now, Mr Blackthorn surveyed her across an expanse of red Morocco leather. The deep grey eyes hadn't missed her preoccupation with her naked engagement finger. ' What sort of something, Miss Milner? Jewellery? Letters?' 'Some photographs,' she said. 'Photographs of whom?' 'Of me.' Her mouth opened to tell him what kind of photographs, but she just couldn't. She remembered the sickening heat if the arc-lights, the unwinking glass eye of the camera, and her throat contracted, choking the words. ' Who took these photographs?' he asked patiently, trying to ease her tension and confession. She could feel her colour ebbing fast. 'I don't know his name.' She drew a shaky breath, trying to ease that strange tightness in her throat. 'A professional photographer. He --------- he works for a magazine called Caprice.' She stopped there, on the brink of calling off the whole thing. How in God's name was she going to explain what she had done to him, when she couldn't even explain to herself? 'I don't think I have had of it.' Mr blackthorn probed quietly, and paused for Cathy to enlighten him. ' If you don't take me into your confidence, Miss Milner, I can do nothing for you. You so understand that?' She nodded, plucking at the lilac silk of her dress, and tried to gulp down tears. She didn't want to cry, and it was an exhausting effort not to just melt, right here in this immaculate office in front of this immaculately dressed man. But her muteness was obviously irritating Fabian Blackthorn, because he sighed quietly, and glanced at the slim gold Cartier on his wrist. 'They are studio pictures,' she blurted out. 'I--------I went to the Caprice studio for s modelling session and-----------' 'Fashion pictures?' he asked as she ground to halt. 'What are you wearing in the photographs?' 'A red straw hat,' she said. Her voice was almost inaudible, and Fabian Blackthorn's black eyebrows came down in puzzlement as he scribbled in his pad. 'A what------a red straw hat?' 'Yes' 'What else?' There was a heavy silence. He looked up sharply, thick dark lashes narrowing his piercing gaze. 'You mean ------a red straw hat, and nothing else?' 'Yes,' she said. Or rather, her lips form the word, but no sound came out. His glance raked over her raven dark hair to her neat grey court shoes. 'You posed in the nude?' he queried. To be continued..

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Continuation.................. To all coolvalers. 'You posed in the nude?' he queried. Cathy nodded silently, her face turned away. 'Are the pictures pornographic?' The word was horrible to her. 'No,' she whispered, ' I------------- I don't think so.' 'What they call "artistic", then?' 'I------------ I suppose so.' She thought for a few seconds. 'The photographer had a machine that made smoke........ a sort of foggy effect.' She could smell the stuff in her nostrils. 'I don't really know what the pictures are like.' 'You don't seem to know much,' he said shortly. 'I take it that Caprice is one of the glossy confections that pass ad "adult" reading----------lots of nudes and articles on how to improve your sex life?' 'I think it's something like that,' Cathy nodded miserably. He shook his head slowly. 'And now you want out-------- is that right?' 'Yes' Having made the confession, she felt marginally better. What Fabian Blackthorn was thinking of her, though, she dreaded to think. 'Can tiu help me?' She pleaded. 'I'm not sure,' he admitted thoughtfully. He was watching her with an old expression. 'I take it they made you sign a model release? And give you a fee?' 'Five hundred pounds,' she Said. 'I tore the cheque up.' 'Have you got a copy of the contract?' Silently, avoiding his eyes, she passed the document over to him. He studied it, is mouth set in a grim line. 'What in Gods name made you do something as idiotic as this?' he asked almost to himself. 'That's my business,' she said tersely, her raw nerves reacting with sudden anger. 'Are they going to use your name with the pictures?' he asked, watching the expression of rebelious bitterness settle on her face. 'They will use my first name,' she replied dullt. The photographer had told her so as she had dressed, sick and shaking, behind the screen. Lovely pictures, he had said. Come back again soon -------------+---, You are natural. 'Ah' He surveyed her expressionlessly, then picked up the discreet ebony telephone beside him. 'Melanie? get me Caprice magazine,please--------------- London N5.' There was a silence as he waited for the connection. Cathy found herself studying his hands with the odd clarity that emotional strain sometimes brings good strong hands, with tapering fingers................. No amount of Savile Row Silk could quite sheathe the raw, almost blade like quality of this man. What would he be thinking of her now, what distaste was his cold face concealing? The lashes over his downcast eyes were long for a man, adding an exotic hint to the ruthlessly male features. The conversation which Fabian Blackthorn had with the person at thrbother end was deceptively calm and friendly. Unaware of Cathy's troubled gaze on his face, he set about finding what he wanted, making quick, neat notes as he listened and talked. Her restless brain wouldn't let her follow the conversation properly, but she flinched as the receiver clicked down again. 'That was a lady called Cerise Hunniford.' His tanned face was even more thoughtful as he turned back to Cathy. 'Apparently she is the director of Caprice magazine ----------------- and, it seems, of half a dozen other magazines operating under the same company's banner.' 'Did you find out about the pictures?' she asked. 'Caprice has a circulation of three hundred thousand,: he said bluntly. 'And rising. You are scheduled for the centrefold of the August issue, two months from now.' To be continued..................

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sorry guys for the delay. Continuation......... ‘That was a lady called Cerise Hunniford.’ His tanned face was even more thoughtful as he turned back to Cathy. ‘Apparently she is the director of Caprice magazine —————– and, it seems, of half a dozen other magazines operating under the same company’s banner.’ ‘Did you find out about the pictures?’ she asked. ‘Caprice has a circulation of three hundred thousand,: he said bluntly. ‘And rising. You are scheduled for the centrefold of the August issue, two months from now.’ His dark, arching eyebrows descended, giving him a formidable look. 'Do I need to spell out what this will do to your reputation? And what your father will go through?' 'No,' she said through gritted teeth. 'I have not had much else on my mind for the past week.' Defiance and despair struggled in her. How could he understand?. 'What did that woman say?. 'She said,' Fabian Blackthorn answered calmly, his eyes holding hers, ' that you are one of the best models they have had. "Young and very classy", were her words.' He tapped his pen slowly on the desk. 'She also told me that you came into the studio and asked one of her photographers directly for a modelling session there and then. Apparently, you were eager to bare your soul for the cameras. "Amateur but very cooperative", according to Ms Hunniford.' Cathy squeezed her eyes shut, nails cutting into her palms as the horrible scene rose up before her. The heat of the spotlights. The alcohol numbing her brain. The swirls of artificial mist, designed to add the barest hint of modesty to the session. And the anger that blazed in her veins, the almost wide desire to hurt, to drstroy,to revenge ....... Anger that had taught her to smile with seductive red lips. Anger like a rowel in the flesh of her mind, urging her to thrust out her breasts, arch her neck, look back over her shoulder with cheap, animal sensuality at the unwinking eye of the camera. And the photographer's voice behind the dazzling lights, 'lovely, darling ---- hold it just there------ okay, arms back-------- lovely, love-lee!' And then the growing sanity that sent her shivering for her clothes. The numbed, shaking drive home. And vomiting vomiting into the basin with sickened heart and splitting head. And the week of black depression, of self-disgust that had followed. Slowly she raised her white face and opened aching eyes to face the lawyer. Who are you to judge? she thought bitterly. What the hell do you know about betrayal, about disillusionment? 'I didn't enjoy it, Mr Blackthorn,' She said, her voice low but steady. 'No one enjoys being degraded.' 'No'. But Mr Blackthorn's face wasn't wearing sympathy either. 'There is mno guarantee we can get those pictures back, Miss Milner. It's not their policy to withdraw materials to suit a model's whims. "That's another quote from the capable Ms Hunniford. Once a model's signed a contract, that's that as far as they are concerned.' 'I see,' Cathy said tiredly. The red of her lipstick was the only only splash of colour her face now. Even her emerald green eyes, making such a striking contrast to her black hair, seemed pale and muted by pain. At least he had said 'we'. She sighed. 'But you are going to try?' 'Yes. You and I are going to meet Ms Hunniford this afternoon.' He caught her expression of dismay. 'You have tangled yourself in a very rough contract, Miss Milner. This isn't going to be easy. If you will take my advice, you will tell your father the whole story right now----------' 'No!' The word was almost torn from her throat. 'No,' she repeated more calmly. 'Never. This would kill daddy. You know that he is not well. I wouldn't hurt him like this---------' 'He will even be more hurt if we can't persuade Ms Hunniford to withdraw those pictures,' Fabian Blackthorn said grimly. 'You puzzle me, Miss Milner.' His dark eyes searched her face and figure again, nothing the beautiful, simple lines of her clothes, the exquisite taste of her jewellery. 'You are not the sort of person who behaves like this. I find it very hard to imagine you in a red straw hat.' He ran his hand through thick, dark hair. 'Why did you do it? To be continued.

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Thanks guys for reading and requesting for more. Have been practically busy okay that's why have not posted the next episodes but I will try as much as possible to update it tomorrow okay. thanks guys for been there. cool val for life.

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Sorry guys for the late update Continuation............... ‘Yes. You and I are going to meet Ms Hunniford this afternoon.’ He caught her expression of dismay. ‘You have tangled yourself in a very rough contract, Miss Milner. This isn’t going to be easy. If you will take my advice, you will tell your father the whole story right now ———-‘ ‘No!’ The word was almost torn from her throat. ‘No,’ she repeated more calmly. ‘Never. This would kill daddy. You know that he is not well. I wouldn’t hurt him like this———‘ ‘He will even be more hurt if we can’t persuade Ms Hunniford to withdraw those pictures,’ Fabian Blackthorn said grimly. ‘You puzzle me, Miss Milner.’ His dark eyes searched her face and figure again, nothing the beautiful, simple lines of her clothes, the exquisite taste of her jewellery. ‘You are not the sort of person who behaves like this. I find it very hard to imagine you in a red straw hat.’ He ran his hand through thick, dark hair. ‘Why did you do it? Maybe if you told me the background to this crazy story we had find some way out.' 'I don't think you had understand, Mr Blackthorn,' she replied wearily. 'And I don't feel like talking about it. If you can't get those pictures back----------------' She broke off, biting her lip. 'You will do something even more stupid? Like killing yourself?' He shook his head with ice cold eyes. 'Nothing is that easy, Miss Milner,' he growled. 'If you will forgive me for saying so, you have obviously led a pampered life. Well, now you've got yourself into a mess, and I am afraid you are just going to have to sit tight.' More gently, he went on, 'Look I am going to do my best'. 'There are very strong links between this firm and your family, and the last thing I want is to see any harm come to you personally. I repeat my advice------------ tell your father. Or even your mother. She is in France now, isn't she?' 'Spain,' Cathy said dully. 'I couldn't tell either of them, believe me.' 'As you please.' He rose to his feet. 'Our appointment's time is at three this afternoon. And yes,' he went on, cutting through what she was about to say, 'you do have to be there. I warn you this may cost something-----------------.' 'Anything,' she whispered, rising on shaky legs. I will sell everything I have got if necessary----------------------' 'We will see what happens,' he interrupted. The dark grey eyes, with their inner hint of stormy sea, seemed to warm for a second. ' Try not to upset yourself any further, Cathy. I will meet you in this office at, shall we say two-thirty?' His handshake was warm and strong. Oddly, it left a faint trace of warmth in the cold of her soul as she walked blindly through the opulent reception room outside, past the immaculate secretary, whose immaculate, well groomed mind, she thought with bitter envy, held not a trace of pain or despair. 'You still don't want to tell me why you did this crazy thing?' 'No,' Cathy said tensely. He took her arm as they crossed the busy street, and somehow the touch of his hand jarred on her strained nerves. 'No matter.' They stopped at the doorway of the Caprice building. The sight of it had already sent the miserable memories whirling through Cathy's mind. When you have just been hurt, hurt and betrayed in the most horrible way, you do do crazy things. Even things like posing for nude photographs. Fabian Blackthorn, big, self-confident and invulnerable, was never going to understand that. 'I want you to remember two things,' he said to her, starring hard into her eyes. 'Say as little as possible once we are in there--------- and trust me, whatever happens. Got that?' 'Yes,' She said. 'Okay, let's go and meet Cerise Hunniford.' . .. . ... . To be continued Thanks guys. Happy sund To be contin

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Continuation.............. . . . . When you have just been hurt, hurt and betrayed in the most horrible way, you do do crazy things. Even things like posing for nude photographs. Fabian Blackthorn,big, self-confident and invulnerable, wa never going to understand that. ‘I want you to remember two things,’ he said to her, starring hard into her eyes. ‘Say as little as possible once we are in there——— and trust me, whatever happens. Got that?’ ‘Yes,’ She said. ‘Okay, let’s go and meet Cerise Hunniford.’ Cerise Hunniford was waiting for them in the penthouse suite. She was thirtyish, petite, redheaded and she worked hard at being sexy. Her clinging black blouse set off her smooth,tanned skin perfectly, adding glitter to the blue eyes, and making the wide red mouth seem even brighter. A formidable and formidably attractive woman, Cathy thought with a sinking heart, and not one to play games with. She ushered them to comfortable chairs in front of her vast, spotlessly neat desk, and lit a cigarette with a slim gold lighter. 'You look surprised, Mr Blackthorn,' She drawled through a cloud of Turkish smoke. 'Didn't you expect to find a woman at the head of a company?' 'I didn't expect to find a woman in command of an enterprise like this one,' he admitted. Cathy glanced around the sleek, ultra modern office. The butter milk yellow Walls were decorated with block mounted covers from Aphrodite's many publications --------------- Caprice, Dreamgirls, Adam's Domain, Rascals ...... Crimson lips and sultry eyes, hints of expensively presented and glamorous sex within. A cleverly organised array of glossy, pricey magazines that kept perfect pace between what was chic and fashionable, and what was frankly erotic. Cerise Hunniford followed Cathy's gaze with catlike mascaraed eyes. 'You disapprove? That's not very liberated of you, Miss Milner. You made a wise choice in coming to Caprice, believe me. Glamour sells very well, especially when it's spiced with a little raw sex in the name of intellectual liberation --------- and we pay our models well'. Cathy didn't reply to the subtly barbed taunt. 'You seem to be doing well on the mixture,' Fabian Blackthorn said coolly. 'Your product seems a street ahead of the average glamour magazine.' 'We like to think it's several blocks ahead,' Cerise Hunniford said with a brilliant smile. Her thirty odd years of life had added an alluring sensuality to a face already made beautiful by nature. Looking at her trim, provocatively dressed figure, Cathy guessed at hours of squash,saunas and massage. Three or four holidays a year in exotic locations. And, naturally, a steady supply of expert lovers. She glanced quickly at Fabian Blackthorn's impassive face. Was he finding this woman desirable? The thought angered her, but she bit her feelings down. Her role, he had commanded, was to say as little as possible, and that was what she is going to do. 'Aphrodite is one of this country's leading publishers,' the woman went on. 'Over the past five years, I have changed the face of glamour magazines in this country. I have nothing to be ashamed of.' 'I am not cricising you,' Fabian reminded her calmly. 'Maybe you just have that sort of face,' Cerise Hunniford purred. She exhaled smoke through a deliberately open mouth like the muzzle of a gun. Her eyes lingered on Fabian Blackthorn's body, then moved up to his face, unperturbed by the hard challenge in his eyes. Cathy squirmed furiously in her chair. Having to sit and watch this creature flirt with Fabian was a kind of horrible torture. It was all she could do to remember his "trust me". Cerise's sharp eyes didn't miss her slight movement, and she turned to Cathy. Her smile was mocking, slow, a fuse burning towards dynamite. 'You think me disgusting, Miss Milner?'

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Am so sorry guys. make una no vez. na exam tinz oh. In don they self wey I enter dis my favorite last but I go try post tomorrow unfailingly. . . . Thanks for ur concerns love u all Coolval for life.

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Continuation............ . . . . . . ‘A very commendable ambition,’ said Fabian. He looked swiftly at Cathy’s pale, strained face, as though warning her to keep her temper ——– and her silence. ‘Miss Hunniford, can we get down to the subject of Catherine Milner “Oh Miss Milner". . . Gold bangles clinked as cerise raised the dew-beaded glass to her lips. Her eyes flickered between Cathy and the lawyer, as though trying to assess the exact relationship between them. 'This isn't an ordinary request to hold publication. My client is desperately unhappy about what's happened, and it's my considered option that if the photographs are printed, the effect on her health will be catastrophic.' . . 'Yes?' The voice was indifferent. 'Yes,' he replied emphatically. 'Catherine isn't a model, as you know. She belongs to a very old established family. A family, I might add, who have given this country some very gallant soldiers in two world wars, and several gifted public servants. Catherine's father, as I am sure you have heard, is the Member of Parliament for North wood.' . . 'Patriotism', purred Cerise, 'is the last refuge of scoundrels. So I have heard.' Cathy felt her face redden at the insult; yet she almost welcomed the anger uncurling inside her; it was a healthy antidote, she was discovering, to fear and despair. Fabian went on calmly, as though armour-plated by experience. . . 'Why she went through that photographic session is a mystery,' he confessed. He didn't look at Cathy. 'That isn't our business. It was, however, certainly an aberration of some kind---------- a very big mistake.' . . 'Girls from the highest families in this country have graced my covers from time to time,' Cerise Hunniford shrugged. 'And if you want a motivation, take vanity. Vanity happens to be a very powerful human impulse,' she said coolly. Her eyes flicked to Cathy. 'And it works most dramatically in young and pretty girls.' . . 'I don't think Catherine Milner came to you out of vanity,' Fabian Blackthorn disagreed courteously. 'And publishing those pictures won't do either the Milner family or your company any good at all.' . . . . 'No?' Slender eyebrows arched at him. 'You aren't trying to threaten me, Mr Blackthorn?' 'I'm merely stating the obvious', he shrugged. 'It's obvious to me,' Cerise Hunniford smiled sweetly. The sparkle in her eyes betrayed the enjoyment, even excitement, she was deriving from this interview. 'Withdrawing those pictures at this stage will cost me a lot of money and time.' . . 'How much money?' Fabian asked quietly. 'You are offering to pay?' Cerise's eyes were diamond bright as she sipped at her Pimm's again. 'Okay, Five thousand pounds." . . 'That's an absurd sum,' he retorted, his eyes cold and angry now. . . The publisher leaned back in her chair, not bothering to disguise her amusement, and it occurred to Cathy, rather sickly, that she was enjoying his anger as though it were strong wine. . . 'I think it is fair. Miss Catherine Milner happens to be a very attractive and young classy lady. Readers are going to be queuing up to buy that edition.' She smiled sweetly at Cathy, then opened a drawer, and took out a large manila envelope. 'As a matter of fact, the pictures are realm very good. I had them brought up to my office just before you came.' . . . . . . Take a look. * * * To be continued...

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