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petdave -> RE: Damsel in Distress (8/11/2007 3:35:18 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Wheldrake
I think part of the mystique of damsels in distress is that you usually stumble across them unexpectedly, most often when they're in the act of trying to escape from some terrible fate. If he fit the classic pattern, a male damsel in distress would be young, handsome, and good-hearted, but rather innocent and helpless in the world. He might be cautious at first about talking to a stranger, but if shown a bit of kindness - real or feigned - he would pour out his desperate tale and beg for help and protection. "Take me somewhere safe," he would plead with wide, beseeching eyes, "and I'll be grateful to you forever. I'll do anything to repay you."
Aww, i always though that the Dominant was supposed to *put* them in the terrible fate! Hm.
i would say hitch-hikers, then, especially in the weather we're having right now...
A young, scruffy college dropout, perhaps, loaded down with a heavy backpack and a big jug of water, cardboard sign in hand... the allure of the Bohemian/Kerouac fantasy lost in the reality of the scorching blacktop. A long black car pulls to the side of the road, and he jogs up, eager but trying hard not to look it. As the tinted window motors down, his relief at the blast of air conditioning is visible on his face. He starts to speak, to explain his plight, how he's tired and hungry, and an honest guy, really, he'd be happy to do any kind of work for a cool place to sleep tonight... getting no response as she silently considers his lean, rangy form, until she interrupts with a quiet instruction, a first simple test; a single decision for him to make:
"Get in the trunk"
Of course, hippies are easy if you've got a national park nearby... just go in a click or two, plant some weed, and put a bear trap in the middle of it, then check every couple of days...
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