Laetitia Meets The Imf

[thehangingtree]

Because of Lord Thomas Scott’s brutal treatment of my neck in the garrote that was still sore from last weekend’s bout in the gas chamber and my hanging two weeks ago the Watsons decide I would be unwise to hang me this coming weekend. Andrea broke the news to me at the coffee shop. I am not pleased to hear this and what she added pleased me even less. She said “We still want you there. You have always wanted to see the stable. A new member is going to take your place. We want you to trip the lever to hang her.”

“I’m not sure I want to hang anyone” I demur. Why does Tree’s line ‘Women in your line of work are like fresh produce; you have a limited shelf life’ ring in my mind.

“Try it once, Laetitia, you might enjoy it” Andrea says. “I know you are disappoint but over the past 5 years you been hanged 75 times. You need to slow down or one of these times you aren’t going to live through one of these hangings.”

I look out the window and reluctantly say “I’ll try it once.”



-Laetitia

Tree

 

[thehangingtree]

The weekend comes and I wonder if I even know how to place a noose. I needn’t have worried. We are led from the guest house both bound and naked. My wrists are cuffed behind my back only tight enough to secure them there while the new girl Colleen’s wrists are bound tightly with coarse hemp. From experience I know by the time she is taken down she will have chaffed and bloody wrists.



She is ‘helped’ up the gallows. The pathetic girl had to be half dragged up the stairs and had to be lifted onto the scaffold. An overseer pulls the noose over her head and secures it around her neck.



The damn kid pisses all over herself and the platform that will fall away to hang her.

I say to her “What is your problem? I thought you wanted this.”

“So did I but I’ve never done this before” she whines. “I lied to Master Aaron because I need the money I heard I could make.”

Holy shit! I remember when Tree took me out to the Watsons estate the first time when I still had to wear a blindfold and he said to me ‘they are above your league. Tell me you want to go home and I will take back and you won’t hear from them again’.

Damn I was a pro compared to this kid! I ask Colleen “Have you never even been choked before?”

“Well… no… How bad can it be?”

Since this poor dumb girl doesn’t even know she is going to stand on the platform for a couple of hours while the Watsons entertain their guest with an afternoon cocktail ‘hour’ I ask an overseer if I could talk with Aaron or Andrea. Andrea comes over looking as drunk as the driver Tree and asks “What do you need, Laetitia? I am busy with guests.”

“Do you know she has never even tried breath play” I ask.

“Then she is a liar that will learn today what it feels like” Andrea says.

“This isn’t right. How long is she going to hang” I demand. I am answered with a hard slap that knocks my glasses down to the tip of my nose. She pushes them back up and says “You really need to get LASIK surgery so you don’t need glasses and Laetitia you know you aren’t allowed questions during the weekend. Tell me now Laetitia when it is time will you press the trap?”

“Yes, Andrea” I reply with more anger than humiliation. After Andrea leaves I look up at the young woman and see her not as stupid young woman but as my replacement. Any sympathy I had for her fades. She is ten years younger than me at least and has the body of girl much younger with a mane that makes my hair look like a mop’s head. Her little tits bob on her chest while the Watsons and their guests enjoy afternoon cocktails. She is not the new member of the stable- she is my replacement!

-Laetitia

All Laetitia has to do is step on the pedal and the pins will retract from the platform and Colleen will be hanged.


When Andrea gave the signal Laetitia would not hesitate and Colleen hanged.



Fucking bitch doesn’t know what she is in for! It wasn’t long before the amateur was thrashing.



The young cunt hanged for five minutes. I realize I all but retired. Sunday morning I climb into Tree’s purple Cadillac Eldorado. We get to the end of the Watsons’ drive and I yell “STOP. I want to drive!”

Tree says “You’ve never driven a car like this.”

“Listen you dumb fuck I have been on this road enough times I could drive it blindfolded and not hit a damn thing if there wasn’t a car or deer on it. Let me drive!”

-Laetitia

There is no point arguing with a woman. I get out and she sits behind the wheel. I am still buckling up as she boils $1000 worth of the rubber off the rear Michelins as she rips down the two lane blacktop. I am a crappy passenger and my knuckles turn white as I clinch the grab straps. She beats my best time by 1:13. She looks at me and says “Not bad for an old girl put out to pasture.”

“Just quit them, Laetitia” I say. “You’ve made enough money off this dangerous game.”

“Oh no, Tree, they are going to have to fire me!”

“I don’t think they work that way, Laetitia” I say.

“May I borrow this” she asks as she leans on the Eldorado.

I know better and say “Sure. The corporate gas card is in the glovebox.”

I go to bed thinking I’ll never see the Cadillac in one piece again…

Tree

 

[Jollyrei]

I had no idea who this Barbara Moore was but she eloquently stated I could be dead in two weeks. Was it the driver that suggested I was ‘in over my head’? People mull around debating what to bid to watch me hanged. I could not hold back and pissed on the podium.

The interest only picked up. What had I gotten myself into?

Well, Barb is certainly a reliable source when it comes to getting in over her head. You'd think though that the IMF would have a reputation by now, but these girls never seem to pay much attention to it at all, and wander into these "adventures" quite unawares.

Never mind. Laetitia will find out soon enough what's in store for her. It will be too late then, of course, but they say knowledge is power. Silly "they".

 

[thehangingtree]

Well, Barb is certainly a reliable source when it comes to getting in over her head. You'd think though that the IMF would have a reputation by now, but these girls never seem to pay much attention to it at all, and wander into these "adventures" quite unawares.

Never mind. Laetitia will find out soon enough what's in store for her. It will be too late then, of course, but they say knowledge is power. Silly "they".

This is serious, Jolly! Do you have any idea what those Michelins cost???

 

[Barbaria1]

The weekend comes and I wonder if I even know how to place a noose. I needn’t have worried. We are led from the guest house both bound and naked. My wrists are cuffed behind my back only tight enough to secure them there while the new girl Colleen’s wrists are bound tightly with coarse hemp. From experience I know by the time she is taken down she will have chaffed and bloody wrists.

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She is ‘helped’ up the gallows. The pathetic girl had to be half dragged up the stairs and had to be lifted onto the scaffold. An overseer pulls the noose over her head and secures it around her neck.

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The damn kid pisses all over herself and the platform that will fall away to hang her.

I say to her “What is your problem? I thought you wanted this.”

“So did I but I’ve never done this before” she whines. “I lied to Master Aaron because I need the money I heard I could make.”

Holy shit! I remember when Tree took me out to the Watsons estate the first time when I still had to wear a blindfold and he said to me ‘they are above your league. Tell me you want to go home and I will take back and you won’t hear from them again’.

Damn I was a pro compared to this kid! I ask Colleen “Have you never even been choked before?”

“Well… no… How bad can it be?”

Since this poor dumb girl doesn’t even know she is going to stand on the platform for a couple of hours while the Watsons entertain their guest with an afternoon cocktail ‘hour’ I ask an overseer if I could talk with Aaron or Andrea. Andrea comes over looking as drunk as the driver Tree and asks “What do you need, Laetitia? I am busy with guests.”

“Do you know she has never even tried breath play” I ask.

“Then she is a liar that will learn today what it feels like” Andrea says.

“This isn’t right. How long is she going to hang” I demand. I am answered with a hard slap that knocks my glasses down to the tip of my nose. She pushes them back up and says “You really need to get LASIK surgery so you don’t need glasses and Laetitia you know you aren’t allowed questions during the weekend. Tell me now Laetitia when it is time will you press the trap?”

“Yes, Andrea” I reply with more anger than humiliation. After Andrea leaves I look up at the young woman and see her not as stupid young woman but as my replacement. Any sympathy I had for her fades. She is ten years younger than me at least and has the body of girl much younger with a mane that makes my hair look like a mop’s head. Her little tits bob on her chest while the Watsons and their guests enjoy afternoon cocktails. She is not the new member of the stable- she is my replacement!

-Laetitia

All Laetitia has to do is step on the pedal and the pins will retract from the platform and Colleen will be hanged.
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When Andrea gave the signal Laetitia would not hesitate and Colleen hanged.

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Fucking bitch doesn’t know what she is in for! It wasn’t long before the amateur was thrashing.

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The young cunt hanged for five minutes. I realize I all but retired. Sunday morning I climb into Tree’s purple Cadillac Eldorado. We get to the end of the Watsons’ drive and I yell “STOP. I want to drive!”

Tree says “You’ve never driven a car like this.”

“Listen you dumb fuck I have been on this road enough times I could drive it blindfolded and not hit a damn thing if there wasn’t a car or deer on it. Let me drive!”

-Laetitia

There is no point arguing with a woman. I get out and she sits behind the wheel. I am still buckling up as she boils $1000 worth of the rubber off the rear Michelins as she rips down the two lane blacktop. I am a crappy passenger and my knuckles turn white as I clinch the grab straps. She beats my best time by 1:13. She looks at me and says “Not bad for an old girl put out to pasture.”

“Just quit them, Laetitia” I say. “You’ve made enough money off this dangerous game.”

“Oh no, Tree, they are going to have to fire me!”

“I don’t think they work that way, Laetitia” I say.

“May I borrow this” she asks as she leans on the Eldorado.

I know better and say “Sure. The corporate gas card is in the glovebox.”

I go to bed thinking I’ll never see the Cadillac in one piece again…

Tree

A lot of effort went into writing this episode. I thought the first part, about the naive character Coleen, was touching. Nice writing Tree.

 

[thehangingtree]

A lot of effort went into writing this episode. I thought the first part, about the naive character Coleen, was touching. Nice writing Tree.

Thank you... I fear that Laetitia'a statement about being fired instead of quitting is not going to turn out well...

Tree

 

[thehangingtree]

Much to my surprise the Cadillac is returned in one piece and even with a new set of Michelins out back! Laetitia says she is going to quit with the Watsons as it has been four weeks since she suffered the garrote and when she called them to see when she should be there again they suggested she took more time off. She seemed upset but I didn’t know this Lord Thomas Scott had been actively pursuing her. In violation with her contract with the Watsons, never a good idea, she tells me she has a date with him tonight. She asks if there is cab service available at the Tree estate.

There really is but the cabs are painted reddish-pink and are marked ‘Yo Taxi’ (I don’t make this up). I toss the keys to the Bentley Continental GT. She can’t fuck it up worse than Barb and Siss do. As she tears down the mile-long drive I think ‘well, maybe she can’.

Laetitia’s ‘date’ with Lord Thomas Scott was just drinks and sex in his Clayton penthouse. She fucked him so hard Dorothy would be proud her.



Lord Scott tells her “The Watson’s think you are wasted horse. I want you both like this and to develop my stable. Will you partner with me?”

Partner with him? Have some respect? Fuck yes I will! He asks me to come back next Saturday adding “You don’t think the Watsons are the only ones who know how to hang a fine piece of ass like you.”

So you don’t see that as a compliment but I do!

I call Tree the next morning and tell him I am going to bring the Bentley back later that day. He tells me he is cleaning out the garage and for me to keep it a while. You can’t imagine where you can illegally park with Bentley and not get a ticket!

The car has diplomatic plates that state ‘THT 4’.

I get an email from Sir Thomas Scott. He wants to hang me before a few close friends and asks if I am up for it. ‘Up for it’??? I can’t wait!



I text Tree and ask if he could be there. He doesn’t reply.

My land line does not take text messages… She could have called me more quickly and I was there. Doesn’t anyone talk anymore?

I get a package Thursday night with a blue halter dress and a pair of spiked heels. In the package there is a note that says “Wear this and only this. Do not bring a purse or your phone. I will send a car for you. Be ready at 7 PM sharp - Love Thom.”

It’s 7:05 PM when Ulrika comes out on the Tree house deck and says “I guess you haven’t figured out how to get a text message off your voice mail.”

“What is a text message” I ask.

Ulrika shakes her head and says “I’ll explain later when I have a few hours to kill. You were invited to a ‘Sir Thomas Scott’s Clayton penthouse to watch Laetitia hanged.”

“Walter Scott of Bob Kuban and the In-men… I thought he was dead” I say

“He is but I said Sir Thomas Scott. That who she is meeting with now and you were invited.”

“I don’t usually go to hangings that I’m not doing” I note.

“I think you should have been there. The only ‘Thomas Scott’ that shows you on any search engine besides welfare recipients is a UK hedge fund manager that works for Aaron and Andrea Watson and the Clayton address is not owned by a ‘Lord Thomas Scott’- there is no living one- but by none other than the Wilsons. I think she could have used you there- with your Glock- to keep her out of trouble” Ulrika says barely hiding her scorn of me.

I make a drink and have a smoke… I’ll get to the bottom of this tomorrow…”



Tree

…what??? Even God took six days to fuck this all up and he rested the seventh thinking it was good…

 

[Barbaria1]

"She can’t fuck it up worse than Barb and Siss do."

Siss, I don't know about you, but this sounds like an insult to me. I think we need to go over to the Tree House and teach Tree a lesson. Grab a crowbar and let's go see how his refurbished Stang looks after a couple of good whacks on the hood. Then we'll hang out on the TreeHouse deck and drink his booze, and then we'll ...

 

[thehangingtree]

"She can’t fuck it up worse than Barb and Siss do."

Siss, I don't know about you, but this sounds like an insult to me. I think we need to go over to the Tree House and teach Tree a lesson. Grab a crowbar and let's go see how his refurbished Stang looks after a couple of good whacks on the hood. Then we'll hang out on the TreeHouse deck and drink his booze, and then we'll ...

See 'On the road with Siss and Barb' ... Don't forget the garage is protected with an array of Joan Tree Rapid-fire Paralyzing Horny Dart guns. Even you will be begging for Bull and Gunner!!!

 

[thehangingtree]

Laetitia goes to what she thought was Sir Thomas Scott’s penthouse. It’s really near Clayton but still in St. Louis City on the western edge of Forest Park. It is a thirty-five story building with shops and expensive restaurants on the main floor. The next 19 floors are large apartment that go from $5K per month to $10K as you higher. The top 15 floors are condominiums that range from $1.5M to the penthouse on the 35th floor that was purchased for $17.5M.

Laetitia pulls off Skinker Boulevard and steers the Bentley up the curved drive. A valet opens the door for her and as she steps out he says “Ms. Laetitia I presume- Sir Scott is awaiting you.”

As I step from the car a bellman is a crisp uniform rushes up to me as the valet takes the Bentley to the underground garage. The bellman escorts me through the Art Deco lobby and at the bank of elevators he inserts a key and the door opens. Inside the car there is a choice of ‘LL’ for the garage, ‘G’ for ground, and ‘P’ which he presses. Before the door is closed I am certain he has mental undressed me. As minimally the dress covers me it would not take much effort as my breasts are practically falling out of the halter top and my nipples look like they are trying to burrow through fabric. The side slits come almost up to my hips. In less than a half minute the door opens and a butler escorts to Sir Scott’s study. I practically pee when I walk in and see not only Thom but Aaron and Andrea!



Aaron says “Are you alright? You look pale.”

“I’m… I’m fine” I stammer as it dawns on me I have been set up. Our agreement is I was to do no breath play without the Watsons being present and I was not to have sex with anyone but them unless I had their permission and the way I am dressed it is obvious I intended to have sex tonight.

Staring at me Andrea says “Take the dress off and let us see what we are going to see hanged tonight”

Hesitantly I undo the halter top slowly uncovering my breasts.



With some wiggling I peel the tight dress from my hips and midriff. Aaron points down at the shoes and I step out of the stiletto pumps. Andrea taps her face next to her eyes and I take off my glasses and stand stark naked before the three of them.



I say to Aaron and Andrea seated before me “He told me he was going to buy out my contract.”

“First I would have to be inclined to sell. Second did he tell you he had bought out your contract?” I shake my head ‘no’ the he adds “I wonder did he tell you that after you had sex with him?”

I feel my face warm and know I am blushing. Andrea said “Well, we need to give you a ‘send-off’ fuck before you are hanged.”

She puts my hair in a bun and summons one of the staff. A muscular man whose flaccid cock hangs half way down his thigh walks in and Andrea says “Get on your knees. It isn’t going to get hard with you just looking at it.”

I do and must admit over the years I have become quite adept at fellatio but this is the largest cock I have taken and he seemed determined to kill me with it!



Just as I thought I am going to choke on it he pulls out, tosses me face down on a couch and does his best to rip my pussy to shreds.











He cums not soon enough and I am help to my feet. Andrea hands me handcuffs and tells me to put them on.



As I close them around my wrists I try to keep my voice from trembling as I ask “Are you going to kill me?”

“The thought crossed our minds and if we were out at the estate we may have done so” Andrea says. “Here there are too many nosy people to risk getting your body out of the building. It is a nice night. We will do this on the patio.”

She shoves my new designer glasses on me saying “I know you can’t see shit past 10 meters out without these. Now let’s go out and enjoy the view.”

The powered drapes slide to each side of the doorway and quadruple French doors fold away to reveal a magnificent view of the city- and a noose swaying in the gentle spring breeze between me and that view.



One of the help grabs my left arm and leads me out to a platform that has three steep stairs leading to its deck that is higher than the patio railing. One man takes my glasses off telling me it would be a shame to lose them now while the other sets the noose around my neck



My glasses are put back on and I look down at the street more than 100 meters below me. I squeeze my thighs together both to keep ‘elephant dick’s’ cum in and to hide the piss streaming down my legs.



Aaron, Andrea, and Thom- if that is his name- sit at a table nearby and are served cocktails…

-Laetitia

Tree

 

[thehangingtree]

I have stood on the platform for over two hours perilously close to the edge of the patio with the street more than 100 meters below me. My ‘safety harness’ is the rough hemp noose around my neck. My legs grow weak and I thirsty and scared. I shout down at the Watsons “You’ve made your point! Just do me as long as you wish!”

“I thought you would never ask! Thomas, would you mind doing the honors?”

“Nothing would please me more, Andrea. I just press this” he replies.

“That’s all” she says.

I brace for the platform to collapse from beneath my feet. Instead the 3 meter beam that the noose is attached to start pivoting toward the edge of the patio. When I realize what is happening I cry “You can’t do this to me!”

“Not only can we but we are. Put on a good show, Laetitia” Aaron says and the rope forces me to edge of platform and soon beyond the railing of the patio.

“Thom, I trusted you’ I shriek.

“I’m sure you did. Next time ‘trust but verify’” he replies. The beam slowly turns out toward the street. I stay on the platform as long as I can but feel my heels lift from it as I start to fall over the edge of the building. I look down at the curved drive I had driven the Bentley on just a few hours ago some 36 stories below me. My toes lose their tenacious grip on the platform and I swing into the night sky high above the street lights!

-Laetitia

How diabolical these Watsons are! Laetitia swings in wide panicked circles with the ‘elephant cock’s’ cum spewing from her pussy as she is hanged 36 six stories above the ground. She thrashes so violently the $2000 designer glass fall from her face and disappear into the darkness below her as a half dozen large aperture HD cameras record the event.



They really are going to kill me!

-Laetitia

Tree

 

[Jollyrei]

I toss the keys to the Bentley Continental GT. She can’t fuck it up worse than Barb and Siss do. As she tears down the mile-long drive I think ‘well, maybe she can’.

You've always been a trusting sort with your cars, despite all your past experience. Gotta admire that kind of optimistic attitude.

I like the set up in this episode - who is this possible imposter Sir Thomas. Is our heroine going to end up like a tenaged girl in horror film? As always, Ulrika seems to have a finger on the pulse of what's going on. She should get her own detective story some time.

I will read on.

What?? Leaving the poor girl standing out there for 2 hours? I'm surprised she didn't die of sheer boredom. Nice mechanism for the hanging - never seen one of those swing arms before. Not really a hanging sort of man myself, but I like watching the machinery work (and the girl attached to it, of course). I am a crux girl aficionado, after all.

This alleged Sir Thomas seems a bit of a degenerate cad. Will she actually die? Will anyone from the Tree estate listen to Ulrika and connect the dots soon enough to help our Laetitia out of this bind she's in? If Tree arrives in time, will he rescue her, or just think that adding Andrea to the sum of women hanging off the balcony would look like naked girl wind chimes?

This is getting very interesting now. Got any more of that Rye (in Canada, Canadian Whiskey is called "Rye")?

 

[Jollyrei]

Sorry, I added to my last comment. Should have just written a new one.

 

[thehangingtree]

You've always been a trusting sort with your cars, despite all your past experience. Gotta admire that kind of optimistic attitude.

I like the set up in this episode - who is this possible imposter Sir Thomas. Is our heroine going to end up like a tenaged girl in horror film? As always, Ulrika seems to have a finger on the pulse of what's going on. She should get her own detective story some time.

I will read on.

What?? Leaving the poor girl standing out there for 2 hours? I'm surprised she didn't die of sheer boredom. Nice mechanism for the hanging - never seen one of those swing arms before. Not really a hanging sort of man myself, but I like watching the machinery work (and the girl attached to it, of course). I am a crux girl aficionado, after all.

This alleged Sir Thomas seems a bit of a degenerate cad. Will she actually die? Will anyone from the Tree estate listen to Ulrika and connect the dots soon enough to help our Laetitia out of this bind she's in? If Tree arrives in time, will he rescue her, or just think that adding Andrea to the sum of women hanging off the balcony would look like naked girl wind chimes?

This is getting very interesting now. Got any more of that Rye (in Canada, Canadian Whiskey is called "Rye")?

This 'Sir Thomas' will be exposed for the cad that he is.

As for leaving her standing that is part of her punishment.

Will she actually die? Perhaps but since the name of the thread is... and none of these seem to be IMF I doubt tonight.

Will Tree rescue her? The Tree estate is almost 40 miles away and I only drive drunk responsibly...

...so she is on her own.

Have you thawed out the Sopwith Camel yet???

 

[Jollyrei]

Have you thawed out the Sopwith Camel yet???

I think so. I've been in the pub. Now I have to go 12 hours before I fly, and it's not like Missouri is next to the Canuck border. Could be a while.

 

[thehangingtree]

I think so. I've been in the pub. Now I have to go 12 hours before I fly, and it's not like Missouri is next to the Canuck border. Could be a while.

Well this will give you a half day to consider what Laetitia is thing as she hangs 36 stories above Skinker Boulevard... Let's see... max speed of you Camel is 113 MPH and you are leaving for 12 hours???

I don't think Laetitia can count on you for a rescue...

 

[Jollyrei]

I don't think Laetitia can count on you for a rescue...

Isn't it always the way?
With my luck, I'll fly in the wrong direction. Those Camels didn't come with a GPS.

 

[phlebas]

He cums not soon enough and I am help to my feet. Andrea hands me handcuffs and tells me to put them on.

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As I close them around my wrists I try to keep my voice from trembling as I ask “Are you going to kill me?”

I've always liked that, the acceptance, the voluntary submission. She puts her own cuffs on, makes herself even more vulnerable, and only then does she ask her question. The picture beautifully illustrates the moment.
Does her voice tremble in fear, or in excitement? To think that these moments are her last would make the experience so much more powerful for her. To tell her "yes" would almost be a kindness!

 

[thehangingtree]

Thirty-six stories above the curved drive Laetitia hangs from the noose that is slowly tightening around round her neck. Though at night she is hanged and she is more than 100 meters above the sidewalk due to the light from the Watsons’ patio Laetitia is hardly hidden from view from the ground it’s no one was expecting to look up and find a hanged woman. For the first 10 minutes she has thrashed desperately but as the noose constricts around her throat she becomes disoriented and slows as time passes.

I don’t think they are going to take me from the noose alive. Even though I have lost my glasses and couldn’t see crap 10 meters away clearly if I wasn’t hanged my vision is blurring and every gasp for air becomes more difficult. I can’t last much longer.



My ears are ringing and I am confused…

-Laetitia

Laetitia is not aware when the beam is swung back over the patio and the noose is removed from her neck. It would be an hour before she can sit up on her own. Andrea asks Laetitia if she can drive. Laetitia tells her to find her glasses and she would have a better idea. The Wilsons were not about to comb the grounds 36 floors below in the middle of the night. Andrea helps Laetitia dress, even adding a scarf that matches her halter dress to hide her chaffed and already bruising neck. Aaron drove her home in her borrowed Bentley while his chauffer followed him in his Maybach limousine. He walked her to her door and asked if she needed to be helped into bed. In a raspy voice she says “I’ve had enough help from you and your sister for one day, thank you.”

As Aaron drops the Bentley’s keys into her hand he says “Our relationship is done, Laetitia.”

“It was done before this. You were phasing me out already” she replies. “It was a good run but let’s call it over.”

Aaron turns and walks to the Maybach while Laetitia goes inside to reflect what the hell happened this day

Tree

 

[Jollyrei]

The experience from Laetitia's perspective is short, but effective. I don't suppose we can ever really know what it's like without doing it, and I don't feel inclined to try it, but I wonder if she looks out, what does she see? Does she see other buildings and wonder what other people are doing, what they would say if they saw her. Does she care that anyone passing in the street below can see her. I suppose Aaron and Andrea might have planned for that, to avoid unnecessary attention.

I liked the last part:

Aaron drove her home in her borrowed Bentley while his chauffer followed him in his Maybach limousine. He walked her to her door and asked if she needed to be helped into bed. In a raspy voice she says “I’ve had enough help from you and your sister for one day, thank you.”

As Aaron drops the Bentley’s keys into her hand he says “Our relationship is done, Laetitia.”

“It was done before this. You were phasing me out already” she replies. “It was a good run but let’s call it over.”

Aaron turns and walks to the Maybach while Laetitia goes inside to reflect what the hell happened this day

How do you act after this? She sort of got herself into this relationship, but it may have gone further than she expected. She's not exactly grateful to them for leaving her alive after all - I like that. The ambiguity of her feelings makes it seem more real.