{"id":5037,"date":"2023-07-13T01:13:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-12T22:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/?p=5037"},"modified":"2023-07-14T15:36:01","modified_gmt":"2023-07-14T12:36:01","slug":"lara-page-73","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/lara-page-73\/","title":{"rendered":"Lara &#8211; Page 73"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>INT.&nbsp; DAY.&nbsp; IN THE ANDROID MANAGER&#39;S ROOM<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Tom sits on a chair, his head bowed. The manager stands above him, in a position of authority. The door opens, and Lara, a 16-year-old android girl, enters.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>MANAGER (addressing Lara)<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:40px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">&nbsp;You see, it&#39;s Tom. He will be your new master. Today, you will be immigrating to your new settlement.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Lara nods her head. Tom struggles to lift his teary gaze from his lap to meet Lara&#39;s eyes.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:40px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>MANAGER<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:40px\"><span style=\"color:#374151; font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size:24px\">&nbsp;Tom is currently going through an emotional crisis. We believe that a beautiful and graceful maid like you&nbsp; &nbsp;can surely provide him comfort and help him through this challenging time.<\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">She smiles warmly at Lara. Lara gazes at Tom. Slowly, he looks up at her, and she witnesses the sadness in his eyes, the saddest she has ever seen.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>INT. NIGHT. IN TOM AND LARA&#39;S TROLLEY<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Tom lies on his back in bed, watching as Lara, the young girl, prepares for sleep. Lara undresses, keeping only her undergarments on. Her body is shapely, her skin smooth. She glances briefly over her shoulder towards Tom, a mixture of hesitation and inexperience evident on her face, yet there is a certain beauty in this innocence. Tom shows no sexual interest. She slowly removes her bra, revealing her bare back to Tom. She stays seated on the bed, wearing only her underwear. Her hand rests on the pillow as her body turns halfway. A small, pointed breast emerges between her arm and her back. Tom&#39;s eyes behold the profile of her exquisite face.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>LARA (gazing at the pillow on which her hand rests)<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">This is our first night together.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Tom remains silent. After a long pause, Lara continues.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>LARA<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">If you wish&#8230; shall I come closer to you?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Hesitation and embarrassment are evident in her voice. Once again, Tom does not respond.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>LARA<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">I understand you&#39;re feeling sorrow, Tom, but I am here for you. I am not yet familiar with your preferences.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Tom struggles internally, summoning immense mental strength as he turns his back to Lara, who remains seated with her back towards him. His gaze is tormented and filled with pain in the darkness of the room.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; INT.&nbsp; DAY.&nbsp; IN THE ANDROID MANAGER&#39;S ROOM Tom sits on a chair, his head bowed. The manager stands above him, in a position of authority. The door opens, and Lara, a 16-year-old android girl, enters. &nbsp; MANAGER (addressing Lara) &nbsp;You see, it&#39;s Tom. He will be your new master. 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