Ch 11 - Trude is lusting for Emmet's dad
Laurence was an obvious target. There he sat on the couch enjoying his tea. He stole numerous looks at her. It was obvious he wanted her.
Trude noticed Emmet's mother left for the kitchen. Alvdis was out on the porch with Emmet. There was still tension in the air. Tess clearly didn't want them there. Trude resented her and wanted to throw that bitch down on the ground. Get her worked over in a sex dungeon. She clearly wasn't getting fucked enough. But the Imperial Inquisition days were long over. Now, Trude had to be nice to men. Could not just drag them off the street on trumped-up charges and suspicion and have her way with the on the Inquisition interrogation sex dungeon.
Smiling and speaking pleasantly and submissive. It wasn't natural. Not for her, at least. Somehow, Alvdis just liked being friendly to people. Trude knew she had to fake it. Laurence was an obvious target. There he sat on the couch enjoying his tea. He stole numerous looks at her. It was obvious he wanted her. Just some nudging Trude thought.
Trude sat down on the couch right next to Laurence. Time toggle on "friendly Trude." She paused to lighten her voice and turn on a friendly smile. "Thank you so much, Mr. Vos, for letting me come with Alvdis. It is challenging to alone and new in this country. We are not used to your British ways yet, and all the time we seem to offend people here. I am grateful you have shown us so much kindness, Mr. Vos and not been judgmental."
It wasn't a complete lie. Laurence had been friendly. She just hated playing helpless and meek.
Laurence seemed happy someone was talking to him, "Oh don't mention it love. Just call me Laurence."
Trude continued her friendly routine, "Oh that is good, Laurence. We just use first names in Norway, but I am trying to learn how to be British. Don't think I am very good at it yet." Could not show too much confidence. Men liked a woman who was a bit helpless.
"Oh, don't be that hard on yourself. I think you are doing just fine," Laurence responded.
Trude feigned some excitement and deliberately tried to shift the conversation over to her body. "Really? You do? People yell Norwegian slut or whore after me all the time here. Do you think I am dressing inappropriately, Mr. Vos?"
