1 comments/ 3607 views/ 0 favorites Her Love By: Oriheme They had never actually met before, just had long conversations online and through texts. He had looked on her face book page earlier, where she had posted her and her friends had stopped in his town on their cross country drive. They were throwing a costume party at their hotel, everyone was invited except people without a costume and you had to bring beer or a fifth of something to gain access. He had quickly went out bought a fifth of vodka and a costume. The party wasn't packed, music was softly playing and some people were dancing to it over in the corner. He looked around for a familiar face, not finding anyone. He walked in and put his vodka down on the table full of drinks. A strange woman offered him a mixed drink which he passed on. He walked to the sliding glass door that lead out onto the balcony, There she stood, standing looking up into the moonlight wearing a Princess Zelda costume, her long hair tied back. He stood there awestruck, admiring her beauty. Then as if she sensed someone looking at her she turned around to face him. He saw her face light up in the dark when she recognized him. She smiled and waved him out to her. He opened the door and walked out to her, closing the door behind him. "I have been waiting for you" She said her voice was just as soft and sweet as he remembered it. "Have you now?" he laughed "I have, truthfully we stopped here on purpose. I wanted to see you. I would've called you but my phone is out of minutes so I figured if I posted on face book you'd see it and come here" she blushed and looked down as she talked to him. He was speechless. She had came all this way, just for him. "I.. I was kind of afraid you'd think I was a stalker or something" she just about whispered, "I almost didn't post it" He smiled down at her, and gently put his fingertips to her chin and pushed her head up to look in her eyes. "I am so very glad you did." He started, " I don't believe that you are a stalker or anything like that." he smiled at her, which caused her blush to grow even brighter. She lifter her arms up and put them around his torso and hugged herself into him. She stayed like that for a while, before looking up into his eyes. "Do you have your car here? Can we go for a ride? I'm a little too drunk to drive my car" She giggled. "Sure hon," He grabbed her hand and lead her out of the hotel room. "Come on its over here" They had gotten into his car, buckled up and were driving down the road the awkward silence dragging on. He was trying to think of something to break the silence she spoke, soft but fast," I've always liked you and dreamed of being with you since the day we met online." She turned to face him, "There's so much I want to do, but we only have one night." She pouted. Then she did something unexpectedly. She leaned over and put her head on his shoulder and started rubbing his leg, right next to the raging hard on he had had since he first saw her. Which jumped at the idea of her being so near. He moved his legs trying to relieve himself of some of the awkwardness only finding it too hot and crowded. What would she do if she found it? He worried. She looked him in the eyes and smiled at him and kind of laughed at something in her head. Then she reached down and expertly undid his pants springing his cock free. She looked down at his raging member, "oh my" She said thoughtfully. She grabbed his cock and started slowly giving him a hand job. He bit his lip to stop the curse. It felt so good. She kissed his neck while she worked him with her hand. "keep driving love" She whispered in his ear and hovered her mouth over his dick. She licked around the head on the down strokes of her hand bringing him closer and closer to extacy. Then she shoved her whole mouth down on his cock, taking him down into her throat and back up, she did that a few times before placing her hand back and giving him an expert hand job while sucking his dick. "If you don't stop I'm going to cum" He told her, his breath very heavy. He was having trouble concentrating on the road. She stopped, all too soon but just soon enough. "FUUUUUCCCCCKKK!" he looked over at her. She smiled playfully. "Can u pull over by that playground over there?" She asked. His cock hurting he pulled into the parking lot. She got out first and ran off to the playground her dress flowing behind her. In the time it took him to stuff his hard, and very painful cock back into his pants and get out of the car she had taken off her dress and was in a skimpy little under dress dancing around in the rocks barefoot. He was impressed that the rocks weren't hurting her feet. She climbed on the swing and slowly started swinging, she motioned for him to come to her. He walked over to her, she got up out of the swing and pointed at the swing. "Sit" she told him. He did as he was told and soon she had unbuttoned his pants again and had his swollen cock out. After a few strokes with her hand she sat on his lap positioning herself on him. He was surprised to find she wasn't wearing any underwear when the tip of his cock felt a wet heat. She kissed him hungrily. Wiggling just slightly. She broke the kiss to kiss his neck and collarbone then back up to his lips, taking complete control. Driving him insane. Then using balance she really shouldn't have had being as drunk as she was, she impaled herself on his hard cock causing a huge sigh from both of them. She just sat there for a minute, then started moving her slick heat up and down on his cock. It felt amazing, even better than he thought it could. He kicked his feet off the ground and started swinging slightly as she fucked him softly. She grabbed his shoulders to balance and squeezed his cock with her pussy walls, taking him to a new kind of extacy. She started to make her thrusts rapid and he swung the swing with every downward thrust from her. He felt her pussy walls quiver as her orgasm took hold over her. As soon as she was done, he stood up and to his cocks dismay removed it from her warm heat. He walked her over to the toys and she got on her hands and knees in front of him. He dove into her core and started pounding hard, holding onto her hips. She was screaming with pleasure. He felt his own orgasm rolling through him. Just as he was about to lose it he felt her pussy quiver again in another orgasm, that was all he needed. His release came fast and hard. After it was over, they lay on the toys talking looking up into the stars until they faded and the sun started to rise. That's when they got back to his car, her picking up her dress and putting it back on, on the way to the car. She smiled at him and curled up into his side while he drove her back to her hotel. Her Love Crossing her legs as she sat behind her desk Charmel bit the end of her pen. The opulence of the office was a small testament to the woman sitting behind the desk. Anyone looking at the woman would see two things, a strong powerful woman, and a sensual goddess that reeked power and eroticism with every step. Looking out the window of her New York office Charmel looked at her base of power and grinned. For being in a boys world, she took her place and wielded it ruthlessly. Charmel was truly what one would call a success story on steroids. At ten years old she was raising her three sisters and two brothers after her mother and father had died in a car wreck. She kept them together even when their grandmother wanted them separated. Charmel was someone in the world that no one would expect to climb so high. Her schooling was done at home and she was working at fifteen before she was really ready for the big bad world. She worked hard and sacrificed for her siblings and somehow thrived in the coldness of reality. She knew that life rarely asks someone if they are ready to take charge, so she did it without being asked. Charmel quickly found a strength of being that made all around her stop and take notice. Her very presence was scary when she was angered, but when she was happy and letting someone know it a person would feel so special and warm in her presence. Her big break came at seventeen when she apprenticed at a financial corporation. For two years she learned and watched how money and power was made. As she worked in the company her natural talents came to the forefront as she was able to negotiate several contracts and make good deals for the company. By twenty four she had achieved a prestigious rank in the company and sat in her forty fifth floor office she watching her empire grow. At twenty six she was coming into her own. Charmel never forgot her siblings and took great pains to make sure they were just as successful in their lives as she was becoming in hers. Her sisters were able to find good jobs and with them were able to live on their own. Her brothers went to college and one of them was now a commissioned officer in the Army. Charmel never had the time so she never went to college, instead she took correspondence courses while she worked. That along with her on the job training made it possible for her to earn the equivalent of a bachelors degree in financing. Aside from just the subtle things about her from schooling to her looks, there was one other factor that set Charmel apart from so many others. While the average woman stood at five foot six, Charmel dwarfed that. From an early age she began growing and as her adolescence went along, she continued to blossom. Her frame grew and grew until at twenty she topped out at six foot five and a half inches and a luscious two hundred and thirty pounds. While most would think she was obese at that weight, her frame carried it extremely well and she was not what one would expect. Her voluptuous frame made people stare at the beauty she truly was. Her luscious milk chocolate skin was always flawless. Her complexion was heightened by the well tailored suits that graced her body. Charmel never hid from her height as she loved to wear heels and high heeled boots. Charmel also had a magnificent bust line. The firm breasts were large and fit her frame very nicely. Her bras had to be special made for her body size as well as her cup size. Charmel did not intentionally use all her assets in her business, but the way men would stare at her and ogle her was a useful tool she used when needed. Though she hated it when they did, she knew in the cut throat world of financing and business any advantage was one to be used. Her long, thick legs drew attention and she always wore a skirt or pants suit that was tailored to show them off. The way her skirts hugged her full backside was also a very beautiful sight to behold. Her face was a marvel of near perfection with large deep brown eyes that made people look into them like mirrors. Her lips were full and thick adding a sensual pout when she wanted to do so. Her hair was usually cut into a fashionable pixie cut that was spiky at times. Her hair was a wild fire that mirrored the one that burned inside her. For everything that Charmel was there were things she lacked. As she was so busy she had only a few people she called friends. During her time raising her siblings she never really dated a lot. When she matured some men tried to date her, but they quickly got the boot. Now that she was powerful she lacked something that made her upset at times, she lacked was someone to hold. The reasoning for her loneliness was twofold. The first being most men were intimidated by her size. The second was her strong and, at times, intimidating personality. She was a strong and independent woman and not someone to be taken lightly by anyone and many suitors learned that the hard way. While Charmel didn't let it get her down, there were times she did wish someone would take a chance and meet the woman she was underneath it all. Sitting alone at the top of her empire she sighed a bit as she looked back on things. A few months ago her best friend, Donia Blake, had gotten married to one of the hottest men she had ever seen. What's more was she was pregnant with their first baby and she had never seen Donia so happy before. The man she married was a man she wished she could have gotten to first, but she still felt happy for her friend. During the course of hanging with her and shopping with Donia Charmel had met Donia's husband, Nathan. From what she saw of him he was not a man to be taken lightly. Nathan was the director of operations for the building's security and he was a very intense man. She knew he had served in the military before and that was the key asset for what he did. Charmel had remembered the building security before he came in and was impressed at how he had changed it up. The first thing he did was release or transfer a lot of the old staff. He replaced them with more professional personnel and that, along with his new policies, had changed the feel of the building. Charmel and her company had resigned their lease to the building after he took over and made things better. While she was happy to know the great people in her life, she was jealous of their happiness at times. Standing up from her chair she walked to the window and looked out over the grand spectacle of the New York Skyline. It was always a sight to behold and from her vantage point, the sight of the city bustling was always a spectacular view. It was as she stood looking out over the view her phone rang. Walking to it she answered it and the purr in her voice was so noticeable it would send shivers down a person's spine. "Hello baby girl," Charmel said seeing it was Donia. "Hey, hey mami. Up for lunch?" Donia asked. "This your second lunch of the day?" she teased. "Third," Donia laughed into the phone. "Of course girl. Lemme get my coat and I'll meet you at the elevator lobby in five," Charmel said as she went to her coat. "OK Char! Talk to you then," Donia said cheerfully and hung up. Charmel only let certain people call her Char. It was a cute nickname, but it seemed less professional and more personal to Charmel to use a nickname often. For that honor one had to earn her favor, not just walk up and say it. But as much as she loved her friend, she had no problem with that. Her coat draped her shoulders as she walked to her office door. She walked by her secretary and left a note saying she was off to lunch. As she walked to the elevator Charmel had the feeling she was being watched, and she was. The skirt she wore cut along her leg and showed a lot of her luscious skin. Her high heeled boots made her already generous ass stand out far more. The sway she had in her hips made even the two members of her staff that were openly gay watch her in awe. Char's strut to the elevator filed her with a sense of power. She had it and wasn't afraid to wield it as she walked to the doors. Hitting the button she teasingly looked over her shoulder in a mock anger filled expression that made all put their heads down and go back to work. Seeing all were back to work like they belonged Char looked back to the elevator. As it opened the two men inside gave her a wide berth as she stepped in. She pushed the floor that she wanted and a smile passed over her thick lips as the door closed. Inside the elevator Char listened to the two men breathing and clearing their throats trying to keep their cool around her. Most in the building knew of her reputation and tried to curry her favor. Others fled from her as they knew she was relentless in what she did. The door opened on her floor and she stepped out and walked to the landing to wait for Donia. It took a few minutes, but the very pregnant Donia walked up after coming from the far elevator. Seeing her friend walking up Char's smile was big. "Wow baby girl! You look like your gonna pop at any minute," Char said teasingly. "Sooner rather than later would be nice," was all Donia said. Char laughed as she patted her friends shoulder. The friends could not be further opposites. When someone looked at them there differences were striking Donia was a 5'6" Latina with dark black hair that was long and down to the middle of her back. Her body, aside from the bulge of her child, was very sensual looking. Where Char demanded looks from her presence Donia was just as pretty in her own right. The two walked slowly to the escalator and went down to the buildings restaurant. They waited in line for a long ten minutes before they got a seat. If it wasn't for a nice man in the waiting room Donia would've had to stand up the whole time. But the man saw her bulge and being a gentleman let her have his seat. Char stood over her friend as they waited in the dining room entrance. "They really need to make more waiting seats in this place," Char observed. "They could, but who wants to spend money to make money any more?" Donia replied. Char scoffed at the simple logic. The depression was killing not just her company, but everyone. She knew the hardships on every part of the country due to the greediness of the elites. Her anger was under the surface as she pondered the future that was before her. Her own position in her company was well established, but she wasn't so sure of everyone in the building. Feeling herself going into overprotective big sister mode made Char smile a bit. She saw the pager vibrate to say their table was ready and helped Donia up. They took their seats and enjoyed a conversation on many topics. From when the baby was due, to when they were going to have him or her baptized, to how they would work it out so they could keep everything going as normal. Char made a few offers of help to her friend which Donia graciously considered as they sipped their water. As they were about to order Donia's eyes lit up and a big smile passed across her features as she saw a very handsome man walk up to their table. "Is this seat taken ladies?" Nathan Blake asked politely. "Not at all good sir," Char said smiling as she looked up to see his face. "Hi baby," Donia said smiling. "Hello,hello mi amor," Nathan said as he leaned over and kissed his wife on the lips. Char felt good for the two of them. She knew that Donia was trapped in a bad relationship before and seeing Nathan take her from the loser was a great thing in her eyes. But, she secretly couldn't help feel a bit of jealousy of Donia's new found happiness. Her friend was a great person and she was truly happy that a man like Nathan found his way to her heart, but her own love life suffered from alack of suitable men. As they kissed she looked down a the menu and sighed softly. The way he loved his wife made her long inside for a man like him. The only way Nathan knew how to love was he gave her all he had. Donia was all smiles the day she came in and told her she was getting married. Her smile was all the bigger when she came back from the honeymoon and announced a few weeks later she was pregnant. Donia and Nathan had all the love for each other that Char wished she could find for herself. As she pondered her friends she was unaware that Nathan had sat down next to her and was looking at her to get her attention. As she looked up and saw his grinning face she actually blushed and was happy for the darkness of her skin to hide it. "So we've talked about a lot of things and were wondering if you want to be the baby's Godmother?" Nathan asked politely. "Of course I wouldn't mind!" Char replied as though the thought of them not asking her was absurd. Donia reached across the table and took her hand gently. Char looked at her best friend and smiled happily. They shared a long silent moment before the waiter showed up. The meal was a fun time as they enjoyed each others company for the hour break. Nathan was quiet most of the lunch as he was too busy with his PDA and office work, but when asked a question he politely answered it. Char and Donia took a moment to tease Nathan about his hard work, but he let it go as he paid the check and escorted them from the table. "So we still on for shopping this weekend Char?" Donia asked as they neared the elevator. "Of course baby girl. You didn't think I'd let you get away from the 'what your gonna wear when your not knocked up outfit' now did you?" Char laughed back. "I guess not," Nathan said grinning. "Indeed. If what we pick out doesn't make you guys wanna make another baby I don't know what will," Char laughed and patted his cheek. "Now wait just a second mami. Who says we are getting knocked up right away?" Donia said crossing her arms. "After this one I'm going on the pill for a while." Donia sounded off firmly. "Aww baby girl, don't want a dozen little ones running around the office with you?" Char teased. "Do you?" Nathan asked smiling darkly. "No!" Char laughed and slapped his arm. Donia giggled at her emphatic response and tugged Nathans arm. "Aww, poor mami doesn't want her own brood running around, so she'd rather have me do it for her," Donia laughed. "Damn right! Think I want my girlish figured ruined so young?" Char retorted and crossed her arms. "So young? We're the same age bendeja!" Donia laughed and poked her in the ribs. Nathan shook his head and saw his guards beginning to change their posts. Seeing that he found his way out of the way the conversation was swinging he decided to use his only advantage in this situation. "Well I'd love to see how the propagation of the species argument goes, but I have to make sure people are in place before the next watch. See you ladies later," he said and kissed Donia on the cheek. "Uh huh, sure. Run away Nathan. And here we thought you were the big tough guy here," Char teased. "I am, but I'm also a smart big tough guy here," he replied and kissed Char on the cheek as well making her giggle. He excused himself from the landing and went off to make sure things were going smoothly. As he left Char looked at Donia and saw the happiness in her eyes. "You're not going on the pill are you?" she asked softly. "No. I don't care how many we have. I just want him," Donia said softly. "You love him that much baby girl?" she pried. "Yes. More than you can know mami," she said softly and put her head on Char's arm. Char looked at her friend and saw the love sick eyes and her own stomach twisted. She wanted what they had, but had no idea how to find the love that the two of them had. As they parted to go to their separate offices Char's upbeat mood dropped a bit. The bounce in her step wasn't there, only the measured gait of a hard woman seeking her empire. An empire she would build. **** The stinging smack hurt, but the floor colliding with his head hurt much more. Terry's head bounced off the floor and he skidded a few inches as he did. The pain dazed him and made him see stars briefly, but he was able to get his bearings back enough over the brief instant he got to recover. His blurry vision got enough focus to see the large man stalking up to him. He tried to get his feet under him to scramble away, but the big hand snatched him up by the throat. Before Terry knew it he was off the floor and dangling with his body going backward. The impact with the wall tore the air from his lungs as he hit it with a loud thud. "What did you do?" the venomous voice of his mother, Bernice, hissed coldly. Terry couldn't answer as he was too stunned to speak. His breath hadn't come back to his body when the shot to his solar plexus struck. Terry grunted as the air was blown from his lungs and refused to come back. "Answer me you piece of shit!" the voice screamed. Terry couldn't answer, nor breath and Bernice's anger only grew. This time when she nodded her head the punch hit him in the face. The fire that erupted in his skull nearly sent him to blissful unconsciousness. The hand on his throat squeezed tighter and suddenly released him allowing his body to be dropped to the floor. "Little fucking bitch! Answer her!" the man growled as his foot impacted his ribs. Terry knew the voice well. It was the voice of his mother's new husband, Vonte. He was the devil incarnate as far as Terry was concerned. The man was an asshole who beat him when he felt like it sadly this was with his mother's approval. Terry never had her love in because her eyes he was pathetic. For years he had only her indifference and minor scorn. But now, Vonte had made her ire come fully down on him. Terry Landers' father, David, was a well off man. He had made a fortune in telecommunications and when he was alive life was tolerable. Then four years ago he suddenly fell ill. The sickness went from a flu like symptom to pancreatic cancer. Six months later David died in agony. Terry was forced to watch it happen, as his father lay dying Terry watched something else far more terrifying. Terry's mother didn't wait for his father to die before she went out and found Vonte. The day his father died she was in the Hamptons with him,blowing large sums of money on her new lover. Bernice was a woman who came from humble beginnings. She had met Terry's father and a fun romance started, but over time the love seemed to wear off as his money blinded her. Greed guided her and she became more and more shallow as time went on. Terry was the only child that she could say without doubt was his fathers. The other two daughters they had she had claimed were his, but not with certainty. At first she was at least nominally discrete with her affairs, but after some time Bernice dropped all pretenses and did her own thing regardless of his father's wishes. Terry knew of the things going on with his mother and Vonte, but she always had her way of stifling him. She would have her lover threaten him or do worse things. For months Vonte had taken a normally shy and reserved young man and turned him into a being that lived on fear for no reason other than his own sick pleasures. The new misery in Terry' life was due to the fact his father had left him a large sum of money in inheritance. Nearly twenty million dollars was left in a trust fund that only he and his mother could access, but as she blew threw her money on what she and Vonte wanted when she needed more she found a ready cash flow with Terry's funds. It started off with a few hundred here and there, then went to thousands. After a while she was draining his money and Terry made a desperate decision. He changed the passwords on the account and that stopped her from taking anymore of his money. The victory was short lived as he was paying for it now as Vonte's foot slammed into his ribs a second time. He grunted and the blows hit him again and again until finally it stopped. Her Love "Oh that's enough Vonte. He can't tell me anything if he's dead," she chastised. Vonte snorted and looked down at the mewling ball at his feet and sneered. "The little bitch'll talk. Better believe that shit," he spat. "He will, but later. He won't have a choice but to open back up what's mine or he'll find himself in a mental institution," she said with venom in her voice. Terry tried to crawl away, but Vonte stomped on his back making him scream in pain. "Did I say you could leave bitch?" he screamed and kicked him again. Terry took the sharp blow and nearly swooned. He was coughing in agony as he felt his ribs were on fire. He again tried to pull himself away and this time his mother relented. "Let him go. If he shows up to work looking like hell someone will ask questions," she said dismissively. Vonte's eyes narrowed as he regarded the pathetic little worm on the floor and spat on him. He turned on his heel and walked back over to his seat and sat down. He had a smug look on his face as he looked at the pathetic worm crawling away and decided to rub some salt in. "Hey loser, look here," he taunted. As Terry looked up he saw the man grab his mothers head and shove her face in his crotch. She tried to struggle for a short while, but Vonte pulled his zipper down and fished his cock out. Her lips wrapped around it and he forcibly began to make her suck his cock. Terry crawled out of the room to Vonte's taunting laughter. As Terry got out of the room he heard Vonte begin talking dirty to his mother. The words of "White slut" to "Filthy whore" made his skin crawl as he couldn't believe his mother married a man like him. He got a few steps away when he was suddenly slapped in the back of the head. He was still woozy from the beating he took at Vonte's hands and hit the floor. He looked up to see his youngest sister Jenny looking at him and she was angry. Like Terry she had sandy blonde hair, but unlike him she had blue eyes. Terry had brown eyes like his father. The thing that set them apart as well was she was five nine to his five three. She was wearing a trashy outfit that she would never have worn when his father was alive and she suddenly threw something into his face. "What the fuck loser? You ruined my new sweater! How many times do I have to tell you it's hand wash only!" she shrieked as she slapped his head again. Terry got his hand up and was able to deflect the blow, but the follow up hit him square in the face and sent him to the floor. "Now I'm going to tell mom how you ruined a three hundred dollar sweater!" she taunted and went to the room. Not wanting any more beating Terry somehow got to his feet and staggered to his room. He got inside and locked the door. He turned to walk away, but his legs gave out and he hit the floor. Terry was able to land on his side, but the impact was jarring. Terry was not a big man by any means. His five three frame was also very frail. He tried to work out, but nothing came of it. He was skinny and no amount of training would fix that. He was able to shake his head and get his bearings back when he heard the door pounding. He knew at once it was Vonte by the intensity of the pounding. "Boy, get your useless fucking ass out here right now!" he shouted and Terry cringed. Thinking fast Terry got to his feet and went to his closet. He put on his suit for work and as he did the door came off it's hinges. The terror that was Vonte came into the room and he found Terry dressed in his work clothes. The burning look of anger in his face was there as he couldn't do anything to him in the clothes. He could care less, but he knew the price of questions. "When you get off work I'm gonna tan your ass," he promised and stormed out. Terry swallowed and shook as he looked around his room. He found his keys and his wallet and quickly left. He made it down the hall and out the door in one piece and as he did he rushed down the stairs and onto the sidewalk. Terry's breathing was like he was about to hyperventilate and as a few people walked by him they gave him a derisive wide berth. He stumbled along the way and as he did a cop walked by him. The officer saw the way he was walking and decided to investigate. "You OK buddy?" the cop asked. "Yes sir...I'm just...I just woke up late and am...am in a hurry to get to work," Terry said softly. "You sure?" the cop asked. "Yes..yes sir," he said meekly again. Terry wanted nothing more than to talk to the cop. Maybe he would listen, but as he was about to open his mouth he saw the door to his mother's house open and the devil stood on the steps. He saw the cop and gave Terry a look that promised agony. "No sir...I'm fine..ju..just a little tired is all," he lied and turned away quickly. The cop looked back to see Vonte glaring at Terry and knew something was up, but as he had no complaining person he shrugged and walked away. Vonte saw the cop walk off and smirked smugly. He went back into the house and his hard on was back. He walked to where he left his whore and figured he fuck her in the ass today. Chuckling sinisterly he walked up the stairs. Terry walked the six blocks to the office building he worked at. He got his badge from his wallet and passed the scanner. The guards on duty were always polite and with Terry they actually showed a bit of camaraderie. Terry worked for the building like they did and they knew him quite well. He was on his way to his mail room when he heard a familiar voice. "Hey Terry," Nathan Blake said seeing the young man walk by. "Sir," Terry said politely. "You don't sir me! I work for a living," Nathan said back chuckling. Terry actually laughed a bit and went to the mail room. He looked in the bins and saw they were all full. The noon crew had left him all their work and he was happy for that. It meant he wouldn't be home before midnight. He prayed Vonte would be asleep by then. Terry bore down and went to work. This was his only time away from the hell that was his life. Here he could find peace and solace from the daily abuse. Here no one made him feel bad about himself and he was grateful for it. He sorted the piles of outgoing and incoming into their appropriate piles and went to work. ****** Char was in good spirits as she looked out on the city. Her best friend was happy and full, for a change, and her yummy husband was actually finding a place in her mind. While she knew she shouldn't, Char couldn't help but imagine Nathan's body out of the suits he wore. At six two he was a good specimen of man in her eyes. She could tell he was in great shape from the way his suits fitted his frame. She also knew because she had seen him without his suit coat a few times. While it was a good fantasy she shook it out of her mind and got up. She stretched her body to full length and giggled as she felt her nails brush the ceiling. Feeling the bones creak and pop she looked at her empty coffee cup and sighed. She really wished she had space for a coffee machine in her office, but as it was she had too many file cabinets and couches in it used for dealing with clientele. She rolled her neck and snatched up her cup. Walking out into the office she felt the eyes of her employees on her again and she ignored it. Char had her eyes closed as she blew out a sigh and turned the corner. Her eyes opened as she heard a grunt then felt an impact in her midsection. Her reverie was broken by an obnoxious laugh from one of her employees. She glared directly at the braying fool and his eyes saw her scowling visage. He sank behind his desk and went back to work and she looked down at the clutter of documents and rolled up papers. On the floor with it was a tiny man who was mumbling apologies in rapid fire. "I'm so sorry...oh god I'm so sorry, I didn't...didn't mean to..." the man blubbered and looked up. Terry saw the woman's face and his mind was nearly shut down. The face of an angel was all his mind could say. Her big brown eyes and chocolate skin was very pretty. Her nose, while large due to her size, was set in such a way as to make her seem regal. Her cheek bones morphed from a scowl suddenly into a nice smile. Her radiant teeth made him choke in a breath softly. "I'm so sorry ma'am. It was my fault I didn't..." he tried to apologize. "No, no...it was mine. I should have been watching were I was going," Char rebutted him. "Are you all right?" she asked seeing he was looking down embarrassed suddenly. "I'm...I'm fine," he said back with a gulp. "Here let me help you" she offered and knelt down to help him gather up his files. Char's eyes met his and she was taken back by the sensitive light she saw in them. While not ruggedly handsome, or charmingly suave, Char saw something boyishly cute about the man. His messy mop of sandy blonde hair and his slim features gave him a cute factor she couldn't put her finger on. Almost an innocence to him she found intriguing. Char didn't say anything other than to help him round up the papers and put them back on his trolley. "There ya go," she proclaimed once it was completed. "Thank you Miss," Terry meekly replied. He was shaking from nervousness at the sight of the beautiful woman next to him. Terry had never seen such a woman before, he had no idea what he could say so instead of making a fool of himself he began to push the trolley around the corner. He didn't look back for two reasons. The first, he was intimidated by the sheer beauty of the woman. The second, he never had a girl talk to him in a polite manner before. He was at a loss. Char watched the man walk away and noted her coffee cup was on the floor next to laughing boy's computer. She walked over to it and knelt down in a lady-like fashion to retrieve it. "Fucker was rude, didn't even bother to apologize to the room for disturbing us," Henry Washington said scowling. "Henry, I don't pay you to make comments about small things. I pay your ass to work, so do some or leave," Char said back in a cool tone. Henry looked down at his papers and went back to work. Char didn't really like Henry all too much. He was a pompous white man who thought because his dad's friend ran the company he was entitled to be a dick. He didn't try anything with Char as he knew better, but that didn't stop him from making everyone else around him miserable. Char ignored him and walked to the coffee maker. She poured her cup and ignored his looks. Char filled the cup and got her sugars. Making it just right she walked back to her office and closed the door. Walking back to the desk she sat down and crossed her legs. The way the nylon of her stockings sounded as she crossed her legs made Char feel hot. She loved looking professional, but she didn't mind being sexy all at the same time. She was busy looking out the window when she heard a knock at the door. She looked up to see the man she bumped into standing there with his trolley. He was gathering up the folders and envelopes when he looked up and saw her again. Terry's eyes were enamored, but he looked down before she could see. He fished out the last items and walked into her office with his head down. "Just set them on my desk," Char said as she looked at him. She noted how shy he seemed and found it to be cute. He walked up to her desk and set the pile down. Char saw it and was floored. She had fifteen envelopes and nearly two dozen documents from the senior partners to go over. She sighed as she saw the mess and began to sort it. "Umm...I need you to sign here please," Terry said holding up the clipboard. "Hmm...oh yeah," Char replied and took the pen from his hand. Terry was mystified as he saw how large her hand was, but he was taken back by how feminine it was. What's more he felt a very slight brush of her skin and it was the softest he had ever felt. He shuddered a slight breath and when he was done he turned and walked out. "Thanks," Char said as he was leaving. "You're...you're welcome," he replied sheepishly. Very few people were polite with Terry and even less were nice to him, but from what he saw of the beauty in the office he knew she was different. He knew deep down that his chance of her talking to him aside from the mail were slim so he let it go and walked to the elevator with his head down. He was passing by Henry's desk when for the second time Henry's foot shot out and Terry got his feet tangled in them. He landed flat on his face and the thud was loud enough to make people look. Henry didn't laugh this time instead he got to his feet. "What the fuck you idiot! You scuffed my fucking shoes!" he yelled at the now prone Terry. "But I..." Terry tried to say back, but Henry quieted him by emptying his bottle of water on him. "Did I want an excuse?!" he exclaimed as Terry sputtered on the floor. "What the fuck is this shit?!" a stern voice exclaimed from the elevator. Henry looked up to see the stern visage of the Building Security Director staring at him. His cold eyes bore into Henry's and he shrank back to his seat. "No, no, stand the fuck up," Nathan said loudly and he did. The stern, almost Drill Instructor-like tone Nathan used was the same one he used on his Marines back in Iraq when they were fucking off. His cold blue eyes bore into Henry's with a no bullshit stare and he motioned to the nearby custodian who came over. Nathan helped Terry to his feet and handed him a couple paper towels. "Dry up kid," he said softly. Looking back to Henry, Nathan grabbed the mop from the trolley. With a stern very hard look on his face Nathan walked right up to Henry and got to within six inches of him. Nathan stared deep into Henry's eyes for a long second then without a word shoved it to him. The impact of the mop staggered Henry back a step back and in a very authoritative voice issued his command. "You made the mess, now clean it up!" Nathan's loud voice echoed. "And don't you ever let me catch you pulling a bullshit stunt like this again. You do and you wont be allowed into MY building again. Am I clear?" he said sternly. Henry took the mop and cleaned up his mess under the scrutinizing gaze of Nathan. Nathan watched as the mess was dried up and as Henry put the mop away. His arms remained crossed over his chest the whole time and Terry took note of it. He watched the way Nathan handled him and wished he could have his help with Vonte. Nathan took Henry aside after it was done and had some harsh words with him, but Terry didn't take notice. Charmel had walked from her office to see what happened. As much as Terry was interested in someone standing up for him, the goddess that walked from her office took his breath away. Charmel saw the still wet face of the mail man and she was confused. She heard the commotion, but she didn't see what happened. She looked to her other worker Tyresse and looked him in the eyes demanding an explanation. Tyresse shook his head and leaned close to tell her what happened. As she listened her eyes narrowed. She heard how Henry tripped the man and then dumped a bottle of water on him for no reason. She was incensed as Henry came back into the office and looked pissed. "Henry...a word," she demanded and Henry threw his hands up as he went to her office. Henry glared at Terry as he passed him and walked into Charmel's office. She shut the door and indicated for him to sit. Char sat on the edge of her desk and crossed her arms. She was not smiling as she bore down on him. At five feet ten he was well shorter than her. He was tall, but lanky. She knew he worked out, but not to bulk up. He was a basketball player from his high school days, and from what the fellows said about him not a very good one. She didn't care at all what people he knew as she couldn't abide him harassing building staff. "I don't think I need to say it, so I'm not. But I will say if you ever pull some shit like that again you'll be on the fucking bread lines. Get me?" she asked sternly. "Whatever," he said dismissively. "What the fuck ever!" Char said loudly. He looked up at her face and noted she was a hot bitch, maybe in need of a good fucking. He gave her a slick smile. Char saw the look and got to her feet. "Play your little games with someone else Henry. You have one last chance then your done, now get out," she said firmly. Henry shrugged and got to his feet. He walked by Terry and gave him a cold glare. He went back to his desk and began to ponder ways to get into Char's pants. He had an idea, but he needed to work on it. Char walked to her door and saw that the mail man had already left as Nathan held the door for him. Nathan's scowl was something Char had never seen before. There was definitely something in it that made her inwardly wonder about him. The darkness in the stare caught Henry's face and when Henry saw it he turned away and went back to work. Char motioned to Nathan and he nodded his head and walked to her. The guard walking with him wisely waited at the elevator. As Nathan entered the office Char shut the door and looked at her friend. "Sorry about that," she apologized. "For what? You didn't do anything," Nathan said back and grinned. "No, but he works for me and that sets a bad example for others," Char said determinedly. "It does, but then again it only takes one bad apple. I wouldn't waste too much on him, he's a punk and if he really wants to get down I can arrange that," Nathan said and a malevolent grin came to his face. Char saw the look and she could tell he meant every word of it. She chuckled and shook her head. They had a pleasant chat for a few minutes involving Donia and how she was doing. They made a dinner date for later in the week and Nathan left the office. As he walked by Henry he purposely stopped and waited to see what he would do. When nothing was done he walked to his guard and they disappeared into the elevator. The rest of the shift went by without further incident. Char was busy as hell with all the papers the mail man had delivered. It took her well into the night to be done with it and when she finally looked at the clock it was well past eleven. Char blew out a long breath and stretched at her desk. It had been a long day, but the accounts she was handling would more than compensate her for it. She tidied up her desk and set all her files in her secure cabinet. After locking it two times she put her other files away in her desk and locked it as well. She locked down her computer and got her coat. She looked out the window and saw the rain was coming down. She sighed put her coat on and left her office. With no one left in the office she locked her door and went to the elevator. The long ride down was thankfully a quiet one and as she exited she saw a familiar figure walking to the door. As she walked up she saw he was looking out the door and sighing. Char shook her head when she realized he had no umbrella and no rain coat. "Stuck huh?" she asked as she walked up. Terry wasn't paying attention and the sudden voice behind hm startled him. He turned back to see the woman from earlier walking up. "Umm...ye..yes ma'am," he said sheepishly. Char took a moment to size him up. She took note of his unruly mop of hair and a smirk came to her face. While not anything she would date, he did have a boyish cuteness she couldn't ignore. The way he spoke softly was also cute. She wondered if he was shy or he was intimidated by her. Feeling playful she walked behind him and stood over him. Her body size dwarfed his own and suddenly Terry saw a looming shadow of a beautiful woman before him. He was terrified of the woman, but not for her size. She was undeniably the most perfect woman he had ever seen. He was scared of her, not just for her beauty, but because of it he had no idea of what to say to her. Her Love "So on your way home?" she asked. Upon hearing the word home Terry flinched a bit. Char noticed the flinch, but thought nothing of it. "Yes," he said quietly and his eyes seemed scared. "You alright?" she asked concerned by the fear in his eyes. "Umm...oh...yes...I'm fine," he replied and turned to the door. Char watched him go to the door and realized he was going to be soaked. She wasn't about to let him get sick for it so she felt generous. "Come on. I'll give you a lift," she offered. Terry heard that and he was hesitant. He really didn't want to go home. If anything he wanted to find a place to hide out for the night. He could only hope that Vonte was asleep or he was going to be hurt again. Terry shook his head and he went to the door. "No thank you," he politely declined. Char turned back and saw him going to the door. She watched him for a moment then she saw the wind pick up. The rain seemed to intensify out of no where and that stopped him in his tracks. Terry saw the rain coming down and she laughed. It wasn't a mocking laugh, more of a "I told you so" chuckle. Char patted his shoulder and he looked up to her face. "Coming?" she said with a big smile. Terry seemed lose himself in the smile and nodded his head sheepishly. He followed her to the garage and once there she took the lead. Char walked the length of the garage until she saw the Yukon sitting in it's spot. Her blue SUV was a nice one because it actually was everything she wanted in a vehicle. The biggest thing was it had space for her large frame. She unlocked the door as they walked up and Terry suddenly got afraid. He stopped away from the car and looked at it. Char looked through the windows and saw him standing there nervously and not wanting to move. "It's OK. I won't bite," Char laughed as she got in the car. Terry was terrified of going home, but he swallowed down his fears and got into the car with her. As he sat in the comfortable seat he put on his seat belt and looked out the tinted window. Char settled in her seat and stretched and her bones creaked loudly. "So where to?" she asked after she got comfortable. "Umm...4th ave," he said quietly. "Really? I live ten blocks from there," Char said smirking. "Oh?" he asked quietly. "Yup. I got a great place on fifteenth," she said and started the engine. Char suddenly looked at him and was curious. "So how do you live on fourth?" she asked tilting her head. "I live with my family. With my mom and her husband," Terry said and when he mentioned Vonte he shook slightly. Char noted how scared his eyes were as he said the last phrase. Something was out of sorts, but if he was going to tell her he would she supposed. The key turned the ignition over and the sounds of smooth jazz filled the interior. The smooth bass was a nice touch to the song and as the sounds got more relaxing Char pulled from the spot. It took a minute to exit the parking garage and enter the rain swept streets. The nearly empty Manhattan streets were quiet and Char was thankful for that. As they drove she noticed he had his head down and had seemed to clam up. "You OK over there?" Char asked quietly. Terry heard the voice and unconsciously his head dipped. "Um...yeah...I'm fine," he lied. Char didn't ask anything further. She turned the vehicle down the streets with a practices ease and after a few minutes came to a stop in front of his house. Terry looked up at the door and saw the lights were still on. He wanted to run and hide, but if he didn't come home likely his mother would send people to find him. With a look to try and hide his pain Terry looked at Char and smiled slightly. "Thank you for the ride miss," he said and opened the door. "You're welcome...." Char asked leaving the phrase hanging. "Terry," Terry said when he looked back and saw she was waiting for an answer. "Well Terry, it was nice almost talking with you. See you around the office," Char said in a pleasant tone. "You too," Terry whispered and rushed to his door. Char watched him go to the door then stop. He stood in front of it for a long time before he opened the door and entered the house. While she had to admit it was nice, something about it seemed off. Char stared at the door for a few seconds more then she turned out of the parking spot and drove off to her apartment. While she was intrigued by the shy young man she had bigger things to contend with, a whole lot of clients to handle accounts for and a month end project to boot. While her night would be spent in quiet contemplation Terry's night would be hell. From the moment he entered the door and his sister saw him Terry's night went south. Vonte savagely beat him for ruining his sister's sweater then he drug him before his mother. Terry's face had no marks on it, but his chest back and legs did. All the burning welts on his body were testament to Vonte's cruelty. Bernice looked at her useless son with a contemptuous glare then she got a cruel smile. "Terry I know you loved your father, and you still do. But now you have to accept that he isn't going to be here for you. All that money he gave you was supposed to be mine, and it will be. Now why don't you just save yourself the pain and suffering and reopen the account," she said in a charming tone. Terry looked to his feet. He wanted the beatings to stop, but if he gave her the money he would no doubt be thrown out and left to suffer. He shook his head no once and the pain began anew. Terry suffered the abuse with screams of pain and sobs after it was done. His mind was nearing it's end and he knew it. His whole life was likely going to end if Vonte did what he did again. He wasn't even allowed to sleep in his bed this night as he was tied to a chair and had to watch Vonte fucking his mother. The depravity of the scene burned into his mind as he watched the sick man and his mother act like base animals. The pleasureful moans from his mother and the foul talk of Vonte insulting her seemed to spur her on and when he climaxed he walked over to the chair and made Terry look at the semen dripping from his mother. "See boy. I'm your daddy now. Take a good look at it. If you don't give her the account tomorrow the next time you see that it will be on your mouth as you clean it out of her!" Vonte threatened. Terry shuddered at the repulsive thought, but Vonte wasn't done there. "Then if you still don't give me that money I'm gonna start making you suck my dick until you get a good love for it. Then I may just fuck you till you call me daddy and give me what I want like the slut on the bed!" he growled. Terry's eyes widened in fear and he tried to pull away from Vonte's grip, but it was there and not letting go. The smug look on Vonte's face said it all. Terry opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself. "You have one night to think about it bitch," Vonte said in a dark tone then he undid the restraints. Terry slumped away from the chair, but Vonte had other ideas. He kicked Terry hard in the ass sending him stumbling from the room. "Shut the door and you better be ready to do the right thing bitch!" he yelled and went back to the woman on the bed. Terry stumbled to his room and his mind swam in circles. He didn't want to do this, but Vonte likely wasn't going to let him off the hook. He whimpered on his bed as he lay on his side. His mind swam with all the horrible thoughts of what Vonte would do to him and tears slipped down his eyes. For him the night drug on and on as he lay there pondering what was to come. The day came for Terry and he had no options left. He had enough money to get a flop house somewhere, but he knew that eventually Vonte would find him and that would be the end of that. He shook as he got from his bed and got his work clothes. He walked to the closet and put his suit on for work. Silently he slipped from the house before anyone was awake and walked away to the building. When he got there he saw a familiar face walking to the front door. Nathan Blake shook off the sleep from the night before as he walked to the front door. He saw the doorman waiting for him and tipped his head to the man. "Morning Mr Blake," Ernest the doorman said to him. "To you as well Ernest. Everyone on post?" he asked. "Yes sir. I think you have the building owner wanting to see you today," Ernest said back. Nathan blew out a sigh and nodded. He was about to open the door when he caught sight of Terry walking to the door. He waved to the young man who meekly waved back. Nathan held the door and Terry quickly walked by him and into the safety of his job. Nathan noted how quickly he moved into the office and tilted his head. The way Terry had just vanished into the mail room stuck him as odd, but he had a bigger worry today with the building owners. Stretching his arms over his head he walked into his office and got with the day. Terry's workday was one that drove him slowly insane. He fearfully watched the clock and shook as the hours seemed to fly by for him. His lunch break was filled with paranoia as he couldn't relax enough to eat. The few bites of his sandwich filled his tightened stomach to the point he had to throw it up later to stop feeling nausea. Fear overwhelmed him as he watched the hours tick by towards the inevitable end of the day. Char had a day she would liked to have forgotten. The moment she entered her office things seemed to go wrong as her computer died midway through her morning report. Her phone line somehow cut out as did her internet. That left her with nothing to do until IT came to fix her server systems. The lunch she had with Donia made up for it, but at the end of her day she got little done, but then again she knew that her bosses wouldn't complain for situations beyond her control. She gathered up her things and called it an early day. Walking down the walkway to the elevator Char sighed as she listened to her heels clicking on the tile floor. She enjoyed the fact she would go home early and as she walked thought of what she would do with all her free time. Thoughts of movies and a long bath filled her mind as she entered the elevator. Terry was near a panic as he watched his boss close the shop. With nothing left in the office he was done with the day and off to the hell that his life would become. He was shaking as he walked to the door, but for some reason his feet wouldn't stop moving toward the exit. His mind begged his body to stop, but it didn't want to answer him. His legs seemed to move in a dreary walk as the looming door came into view. He was almost there when he walked into a familiar persons path. "Well hello," a voice said behind him and his legs stopped. Terry turned to look at who was speaking to him and the goddess of a woman he had seen the other day was before him. His trembling form stood perfectly still as she stood not but a foot from him. Her large frame dwarfed his, but to him it didn't matter. Her beauty was blinding him. Her perfect form was encased in a blue striped suit with a cream blouse and matching blue slacks. Her feet were in lovely velvet blue heels. Terry wanted to say something to her, but a lump formed in his throat. "Getting off I see?" Char asked. All he could do was meekly nod his head. Char had a quirky grin on her face as she noted how bashful he was being. "Well come on then, I still remember where you live," she said and turned to the elevator to the garage. Terry almost broke down crying then and there, but he held it in check. His legs made him move as he was afraid of being late to his house. He knew that Vonte would likely be waiting at the door for him and his body shook as he walked. They entered the elevator and Char hit the button. Her head turned and the sight she saw puzzled her. "Are you cold Terry?" Char asked as she noted how badly he was shaking. "No," he whispered in terror. Char was taken back as they stood in the elevator at the response. She stood over him and her eyes scanned him. For the life of her she couldn't understand why he was shaking so wildly. The elevator door dinged and he seemed to cringe in fear as the sound echoed in the small space. Char saw that and she walked slowly letting him go ahead of her. The way his body trembled started to worry her as they got to the car. "Are you alright Terry? I can get you home in no..." she began then his resolve finally broke. At the mention of the word "home" Terry slumped to his knees and the tears he tried to hold in came down his face and he broke into sobs. Char stood back as the man cried for no reason she could comprehend and watched as he seemed to be trying to get his body away from her car. "Hey, hey, hey," Char said soothingly and came to his side. The second her hand touched his shoulder Terry looked up to her and his tear streamed face filled her mind with pure shock. A very familiar feeling washed over her as she turned into the protective woman she was for her siblings. Her arms wrapped around his body and Terry felt her body against him and it quickly soothed his fragile mind. For a long few minutes Char held him until he stopped crying. When she felt he finally got it under control she pulled him away and looked at his eyes. They showed he was better, but still not well. "What's the matter?" she asked softly, but sternly. Terry looked down as he was scared, but her long fingers lifted his face to look at her. She mouthed the same question to him and her eyes showed a warmth that melted away his fear. "I don't wanna go home. Please, please don't take me there," he pleaded and it suddenly turned into him blubbering the same request over and over again. Char didn't comprehend why he would ask such a thing, but she felt something was wrong. Seeing him act like this she was about to call someone, but her mind recognized that would terrify him further. She slowly patted his back and rubbed it until he got the last bout under control. Seeing that he wasn't going to get up unless she changed gears Char nodded her head and slowly helped him to his feet. "Do you have somewhere else to go?" she asked. "No," he whimpered and his breathing began to quicken. Char realized something was definitely not right. Instead of standing around a garage trying to think she decided to take him somewhere safe and figure out what to do. "Alright then. Let's go somewhere else. Let's get you in the car," she offered and helped him into her car. Terry sat in silence as the door shut. He felt safer, but he was still scared. How could he do what he did to a woman he barely knew? That question spun through his mind, but one bigger one came up as well, why was she helping him at all? All those questions swam in his mind as he heard the door open and close. His trembling gaze found a new focus as the beautiful face of the woman looked at him with a curious expression. "Alright, let's go," Char said softly and started the car. They drove out of the garage and Char drove to her apartment. As they drove Terry shook very visibly as she passed by his street. He glanced down the street and saw that his mother was getting into her car with his sisters. He looked away hoping that they hadn't seen him and shrank a bit into his seat. Char took note of that and it made her own curiosity become even more intrigued. Being no fool she knew that without a doubt, something was not right with things at his house. It took a few minutes, but they pulled onto her street and into the underground garage to her apartment. Killing the engine she looked to Terry and motioned him to get out. Terry's hands shook as he opened the door and got out. Together they walked to the elevator and entered it. The trip up was a long one for Terry, but for some reason with her he felt safer than he had ever felt before. The door dinged and the two of them walked onto the floor. Char wasn't afraid of the little man behind her and walked confidently to her place. The door was a key card and she swiped her and the door opened. Inside her home Char sighed a contented sigh. She walked into her home and as she did dropped her briefcase on the table. Terry was unsure of what to do, but something in him pushed his legs forward and he walked into her apartment. He stood at the door until Char turned around and when she did she smiled at how bashful he was being. "Come in silly," she teased and he looked down and blushed. Char saw the blush and she got a playful smirk on her face. She walked to her kitchen and picked up her phone. She hit the speed dial on her favorite restaurant and placed her order. Seeing him looking around she took a guess at what he would eat and ordered something for him. Once the order was placed and paid for with her credit card she hung up and walked to the small man and grinned as she towered over him. Terry was looking around when something in him told him to turn. He quickly turned and when he did the buxom body of Char was not but a foot from him. He jumped and looked up to her face and saw she was smiling at him playfully. "Wanna sit down?" she asked. "Umm....sure....OK," he said and walked over to the sofa. Char watched him walk to the sofa and sit down. He looked more relieved as he sat down, but in his eyes she saw a haunted person. Something was gnawing at him and she wasn't sure what it was. She sat down and for five minutes she tried to get him to talk about the day, but all she got was one and two word responses. As puzzled as she was by it she couldn't shake how worried she was something was wrong. "So why are you so scared?" she suddenly asked and Terry's eyes popped in his head and he shook his head no repeatedly. Char watched the reaction and her brow furrowed. "What's wrong Terry? I won't hurt you you know," she said soothingly and put her hand on his. Terry looked at her hand on his and his eyes filled up with tears. He wanted so badly to talk to her, but the lump in his throat just wouldn't clear. He shook some more as he tried to form words and Char squeezed his hand then let go. She got up and walked to the bathroom to relieve herself. Terry watched her go to the restroom and his heart gave out. He knew that the moment he left her apartment he was going back to his home. The word itself began to make his hopes die away. He knew exactly what was waiting for him and he didn't want it. His mind made itself up with an simple alternative Terry's alternative came to him as he looked to the balcony of her apartment. Char washed her hands and sighed. The look in his eyes was something that worried her to no end. Something in them made her think that he was likely not well in his mind. She turned off the water and dried her hands. As she walked to the door she heard something that made her skin crawl. Char walked out of the bathroom with a sense of urgency and her bad feeling was proven right. She saw her balcony door open and looked outside. Her eyes got wide as she saw him climbing onto the chair overlooking the edge. Char's head twitched as she rushed to the door and as she got to it her heels clicked making him turn back to face her. The look on his face was one of pure sorrow and regret as he looked back to her. His mouth moved and he mouthed out two words to her. "I'm sorry." Without a thought he looked back to the edge and began to take his last step to oblivion. With a speed that she never knew was in her Char shot forwards and her long arms found his waist and yanked him backward. His body hit into hers and his mind swam as he didn't go over the edge as he planned, instead he tumbled with her back into the apartment. The smooth, soft carpet was against his cheek and as he felt it his sobs came back to him. Char held him close to her and her eyes were wide and mouth open as she realized just how close he had come to falling over the edge. He was within three inches of going past her outstretched arms. How she got a hold of him was something she was unsure of, but once she felt her fingers had a hold she used all she had to lock onto him and pull him back to her. As she lay on the carpet she heard his sobs and looked down to see him crying pitifully. Her Love "She would have loved this," Remy Therriault whispered to no. On the back porch of his family's Schoharie Valley hunting cabin, he watched the sunset and held an empty glass tumbler that once held some hard, amber liquor made a few miles from where he sat. "I miss her," he admitted to himself as he absently-mindedly raised the glass to his lips, forgetting that it was empty. Once he remembered, he shook his head and stood. He wanted a refill but shook his head instead. "Getting drunk won't help," he thought. He turned and walked inside, the screen door's loud thwack made him smile: she would have yelled at him. Remy placed the glass into the porcelain sink and stood for a moment. He thought of her, remembered how she would have nagged him for not rinsing out the glass and for just leaving it in the sink. He shook his head and rinsed it. He placed it in the drainer and grabbed the hand towel from its hook. He chuckled knowing she would have done the same. The summer's day had ended. In the past, Remy Therriault might have been on his way home from work or sitting in his den with a cold soft drink while the pretty, young wife of his sat on his lap. This would not happen today, or any other future day. Heavy-hearted, he made his way into the sparsely furnished living area. A couch stood in front of the fireplace. A comfortable, overstuffed chair sat to the left, an end table with an electric lamp next to it. On that seat was a bookmarked book, plus an unopened bottle of Pepsi. Remy sighed and picked up the book: Reading was one of the view enjoyments he shared with her that he had left since her death. She was his wife Penny. Born Penelope Cartwright 25 years ago, she was not enamored with Remy at first. "What makes you think I'd go with you for coffee?" were her words when college student Remy first approached her on the streets of Beverwyck. He had no response and walked away. Within a week, she sat next to him in a diner when she saw him through the window, and less than a year later, they were married. Remy picked up the book and sat. He looked opened it and sighed. He closed it and placed it on the end table. "Why?" he called out, knowing no one would hear it, but hoping she would, where ever she was. He sighed again, closed his eyes, and tried to make himself comfortable in the chair. Seconds later, he was fast asleep. "Hello," someone said through knocks on the front door. Remy Therriault awoke from a dreamless nap with a startle. He rushed to the door and looked out. There stood an older woman, short and curvaceous. She smiled at him when he began to open the door. Something in her smile was familiar, that caused his soul to react. For a brief moment, Remy stood silent and looked at the woman. "Remy?" she whispered. That voice, that soft whisper, was something he heard in his past. He couldn't think where, though. "Yes." She exhaled deeply, a relaxing sign. "Good, I've been on the road since 3 this morning." She took a step back and looked upward. "Where are my manners?" She extended a hand and introduced herself. "My name is Theresa Harris. I'm, oh, I was Penny's aunt." He took her hand in his and lightly squeezed. "Nice to meet you," he answered as they unclasped their hands. He took a step back, tried not to show her that something just happened. "Please, come inside." He moved aside and allowed her to enter. For a moment, he allowed himself to be like the Remy of old: He watched her walk past and leered at her bottom. He liked what he saw; the size and shape were like what first drew his attention to Penny. It was round and relatively large. There was some meat on it. She stopped and quickly turned. She didn't miss that he had checked out her ass. "I hope you like what you saw," she quipped. He felt himself turn red with embarrassment and looked away. He smiled sheepishly but it let it leave before he faced her. He nodded. "Yes I did," he softly answered. There were no signs of anger or dismay in her face. She calmly turned to him and softly touched his face. "I know this may sound strange, Remy, but I was told you're hurting and need my help." He was confused. No one knew of his pain, not his family, or Penny's. He didn't understand how she could have known. He went to ask her how she knew, but the question stopped on his lips. "You might think this is strange," she began, interrupting him. "But I had a feeling you were hurting still over Penny's death." With a raised eyebrow he asked, "How come I didn't see you at her memorial service?" She looked away. "I wasn't invited." She looked at him, a frown on her face. She pointed her hand to the couch, "May I sit?" He nodded. "I'm not a blood relative," she began. "I was married to her mother's brother for ten years, but divorced him once I learned of his true past." She looked at Remy and shrugged her shoulders. "I wasn't told when I met him that he had been arrested for attempted murder." Remy stood silent, shocked at that piece of information. "I had no idea either," he whispered out in shock. "It seems that only a few people knew, and they weren't going tell me." She gave him a look of anger. "I couldn't understand why they weren't going to tell me." He leaned into her and took her hand. "Did you love him?" Remy asked. "With all my heart I loved him. I gave him my soul and my body, let him do things to me that I didn't know I would have enjoyed." She blushed. "I think I shared a little too much." Remy chuckled softly. "Penny was the same way. She would get on a roll and tell me and others more than she wanted to, or should have." Theresa smiled. "That was her. She loved to share her dreams with me when she was in college, before you two met." He smiled greatly inwardly. Penny had told him she had a relative with whom she shared most of her intimate dreams, fantasies, and actions. He knew Theresa was that person. He had so many questions to ask her, but thought it was not appropriate to ask them so sudden. She looked at him and a devilish smile caused her face to appear evil for a moment. "I bet you have a lot of questions you want answered, some from when you two first met." "How did you know?" He was shocked. It was as if she read his mind. "If I were a man, I'd want to know if the stories my lover told me were true." "Oh my God," he interrupted. "Where are my manners? Would you like something to drink?" She stood up straighter. "What do you have? Do you have that 'special drink' my niece told me about?" He cocked his head. "She told you about that?" She nodded quickly. "Penny told me it was one of those dangerous drinks: if you weren't told it was alcoholic, you would get wasted quickly." Remy smiled, "That's what tends to happen when people think it is just cider." He turned and walked towards the kitchen. "I'd take a small glass of it," she requested. "I don't want to seem overly eager." He laughed. "I'm sure you'd not drink too much." "I'm not too sure about that. I've been known to over indulge, especially with alcohol." She shook her head. "I think I've shared too much." "No, you've not," Remy said from the kitchen. He grabbed two tumblers from a cabinet and made his way to the pantry. He looked at the glass jug and shook his head, doesn't remember drinking half of the liquor. He poured two drinks and headed back into the living area. Receiving her drink, she thanked him. Remy looked at her and noticed, for the first time, her blouse was unbuttoned to her bra. He looked away quickly, not wanting to offend her. He did, however, like the show. "It's okay to look," Theresa purred. She took a sip of the hard cider, looked at the glass and smiled. "Penny was right. This could be dangerous." She placed down the glass and looked at him. "Remy," she began. "Please sit down. What I'm going to tell you might sound strange." He crooked his head and opened his mouth, about to question her, but stopped when he smelled a familiar aroma. Penny's perfume, a special formula made for her in college by her best friend, always made Remy amorous, even if he smelled it for a brief moment. He thought he detected it on Theresa. He closed his mouth and let her speak, letting what he thought he smelled go. She bit her bottom lip before speaking, "I dreamed of Penny last week." Remy looked at her with a slight smile. For the last few months, he's been dreaming of her as well, always of her coming to him as he sat in his chair and tried to read. He was glad someone else was thinking of her. "I don't find that strange, not at all." Theresa sighed heavily. "That's a relief. I told a few of the relatives what happened and they thought I was crazy." He chuckled. "I could imagine. I told my sisters and they told me it was just part of the grieving purpose." She reached up and touched his hand. "It is one part of it. I know if I lost someone so close to me I would do the same." Without missing a beat he added, "She talks to me, tells me to move on." "I don't think that's unusual. Perhaps that's your subconscious telling you that it's okay to find comfort in someone else's arms." Remy's eyes opened wide. "That's exactly what she's told me the last few times I dreamed of her. She wants me to get laid." Both of them laughed. "Perhaps that's what she wants." The older woman sheepishly smirked and looked away. "Is that what she told you?" Remy moved to his chair and looked at her through a daze. She nodded. Unconsciously, she popped another blouse button and smiled. "She told me to see you and give you myself." She finished the hard cider and slowly stood. She looked at Remy and finished removing the rest of the buttons. "Penny told me that you like women with large breasts." A wave of guilt rushed over Remy as he watched Theresa dropped her blouse on the floor. He was lusting, something that the dream Penny had told him to do, move on with life, but she was his first true love and felt an obligation to her. Theresa placed her hands on the chair's arms and leaned forward, placing her ample cleavage in his face. "Penny suggested I do this." The aroma of Penny's perfume was deep within Theresa's breasts. He closed his eyes and tried to resist the temptation in front of him. Remy leaned as far back as he could. He felt someone's lips close to his ear. "Please, take her," someone whispered. The voice was familiar. He opened his eyes and turned his head in the direction of the whisper. No one was there. He smiled and looked at the woman before him. The guilt had quickly left as fast as it came over him. "Do you like them?" Theresa cooed. Remy placed his hands on her wide hips and leaned into her. He gently kissed her décolletage. She moaned: a sign that she liked his action. "She told me your lips would be soft and warm. She wasn't wrong." "Get her in bed," the whispered told him. "Come with me," he commanded. He stood and took her by the hand and led her to the small bedroom. Before they reached the bed, Remy had her stand. "Remove your clothes," he demanded. Without a word, she did. He looked at her, looked at the ample breasts falls as they were removed from her bra. She held them up for a moment. "Penny liked them, too." "Finished removing the clothes," Remy directed. "Yes sir," Theresa demurred. She quickly removed her pants and panties, tossing them aside. Slowly, she dropped to her knees. "I am for you to command." ---------- Remy Therriault awoke with a jolt. He was in his bed. Night had come. He reached to his right: he was alone. Remy threw back the covers and sat. He wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Move on with your life," the soft voice of his Penny said in his ears. He smiled and shook his head. "Yes dear."