Love Story
Chapter 1: Looking For Romance
Professor Ratigan sat on the sardines can-bed in his old childhood bedroom, looking up at the twinkling stars in the blue night sky.
A wistful look was in his golden, glowing eyes...
God, help me, he prayed silently to himself. Help me...
3 years had passed since Professor Ratigan had secretly reformed. He was now 20 years old, a blooming young gentlerat. And as time & behavior had changed, so had his looks. Now the Professor wore casual clothing, had his hair cut short, & had acquired a deeper voice.
But not even his thugs & servants could provide the company he wanted.
He wanted a soul mate. Someone he could truly love...
But where could he find one? The only women who ever loved HIM were harlots & whores.
Could ANYONE love a rat with a criminal heart?
Maybe, he thought. Maybe so...
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The cold night air froze Anna's body as she traveled down the lonely East End of London.
Especially because she was wearing a skimpy, see-though nightgown.
Anna Livingstone was a beautiful 16-year-old girl. She had soft fur as brown as chestnuts, sparkling blue eyes, & long, curly tresses of golden hair.
But Anna wasn't like other girls. She was an orphan, & she had to keep herself alive by working as a prostitute.
In fact, she was on her way to the local brothel right now.
Anna shuddered as she looked at the dirty, crowded whorehouse where she worked.
Then, slowly, she opened the door...
The brothel was dark & dimly-lit. In separate rooms, prostitutes were servicing their clients.
Soft romantic music was playing in some of the rooms, as well as a few passionate grunts & groans.
Anna kept her head down as she trudged to her "office". She hated this dreadful place.
Just then, Anna heard heavy footsteps. She looked behind her, & gasped.
Oh, no, she thought to herself. It's my boss!
A tall, hefty male mouse in an undershirt & pants that were too small for him towered before the teenage hooker. Anna gulped as she cowered in fear of the owner of the brothel.
Anna said nervously, "H-h-hi, Mr. Jamison."
Mr. Jamison expectorated small missiles of gooey spit, as he snarled, "Listen, Anna, you've been wearing that coat all day. You need to take it off!" Then he added, "Pun intended."
Anna nodded to pretend she agreed with her cruel, bossy leader.
Mr. Jamison snarled, "Now go to your chamber, & get ready! You got a customer!"
"Yes, sir."
Then Anna went to her chamber.
As she looked in the cracked mirror, putting on some seductive makeup, Anna felt salty tears forming in her azure eyes.
One teardrop managed to slide down her soft, pale cheek, & fall onto the creaky wooden floor.
Anna put on the rest of her makeup, then took off her coat, revealing her skimpy nightgown.
Then she gulped, as she crawled onto the small bed, & got ready for her job.
Anna hoped that maybe, her customer wouldn't just leave her after a midnight quickie.
She wished in her soft heart that maybe he could truly love her...
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Author's Notes: This is the first chapter of "Love Story" (otherwise entitled, "Kama Sutra: A Tale Of Love").
I got the idea for this story from all the sexual dreams about Ratigan I've been having. And also Gracie Gru's story "Kiss Me Kass".
She is TRULY a wonderful writer!
I decided to make this story different from the others I usually write, as:
a. There's no new technology
b. There's no Baker Street Family
c. Ratigan still speaks in a British accent, & he still lives at the hideout
A word of warning to y'all: This story can get pretty steamy at parts. (So those of you who can't handle it, look out!!!)
The characters of Anna, Mr. Jamison, Mouses Fiennes, & a few thugs & minions are my own characters. So please ask me before using these characters; I will be more than happy to let you use them.
