3 comments/ 94658 views/ 1 favorites Unstuck By: Mr James For as long as she could remember, Victoria had been hearing how wonderful Uncle Jim was. He was not her real uncle, just a friend of her parents, but he was her godfather. According to her parents, Jim was just one step beneath the angels and was the best friend a family could want. Victoria had lost count of the times that her parents had told her that ‘Uncle Jim’ had paid for this holiday or that treat. If she were to be honest, Victoria liked his generosity but fast tiring of hearing how wonderful Jim was. He had never married and, as far as she knew, had no girlfriends and this became the germ of her big plan. One afternoon, while her parents were out, Victoria accidentally dropped in on Jim. He opened the door to find her on the step, looking as sweet and girly as she could for her nineteen years. He stood back from the door, opening it wide and gestured her inside. “Victoria. What a pleasant surprise! Come in.” “Thank you Uncle Jim.” “Can I get you a drink? Coffee, Coke, Lemonade?” “A Coke would be nice, thank you.” Jim led her into his lounge where she flopped gracefully onto his big leather couch. He disappeared into the kitchen and was back in a moment with a tall glass of Coke and a mug of fresh coffee. He put the drinks on the coffee table and lowered himself into the armchair across from Victoria. They sat for a moment and looked at each other over their drinks. Victoria sipped the fizzy liquid and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Jim sipped the scalding brew in his mug and waited. “Uncle Jim, I need to ask you something. It’s for a project at college.” “Ask away, I’ll help you any way I can.” “Uncle Jim, are you erm, are you gay?” Jim laughed, throwing his head back and grinning broadly. “Victoria, the answer to that is no, definitely not.” “But you’ve never been married and we’ve never seen you with a girl.” “That’s true. I never married because, when I did fall in love with a woman, she was already married and compared to her, nobody else measures up. I’ve been out with a few women, but you were too young to realise that they were my girlfriends.” “What was this woman like, the one who was married?” “Is married. She is tall, dark haired and has these deep brown eyes. She could make me want to laugh and cry at the same time, still can in fact. She’s been married almost as long as I’ve known her, most of the time very happily.” Victoria leaned back and looked around the room. She noticed, as if for the first time, the photographs that lined the walls. Almost all of them had been taken by Jim and most showed her with parents. Pride of place went to an enlargement of a photograph that Jim had taken of her, just after she had been presented with her scholarship. In it her mane of dark chestnut curls tumbled down her shoulders and her deep brown eyes seemed to glow. Suddenly, Victoria recalled Jim telling her how she had so closely resembled her mother when they had first met. Things suddenly became clearer and with an almost audible ‘click’, Victoria realised who the married woman was. “Uncle Jim, that woman, she’s my Mum isn’t she?” “Victoria, I’m not saying.” Victoria just looked at the rising blush on Jim’s face and she knew that she was right. Suddenly, her plan seemed to be going a little astray. She looked again at Jim and saw that he had worked hard to keep in shape and, even though he was old enough to be her father, not just her godfather, he was lean and hard muscled. His dark curly hair had the faintest sprinkling of silver and his eyes were still a clear greenish blue. Victoria’s mouth went dry and her heart hammered in her chest so hard that she thought that Jim must have heard it. She felt the prickling in her nipples that meant they were swelling and hardening and she realised that they must be pushing at the silk of her bra and were probably obvious through her clinging t-shirt. She dare not look down, in case she drew his attention to her excitement that even as it made her blush was filling her mind with confused thoughts. She had planned an entirely different conversation in her mind and suddenly the clever words she had rehearsed had deserted her brain. She gulped the last of her drink, so fast that she could feel the cold bringing a headache to her temples, and stood up. Jim immediately got to his feet and reached for her elbow. With a shuddering gasp, Victoria flung her hands around his neck and pulled herself against him. Her weight, even though she was as willowy as her mother had been at her age, was enough to pull Jim's head down a little and she pressed her mouth to his hungrily. Taken totally by surprise, Jim was lost in the sweetness of her kiss, her hot mouth pressed to his and her tongue busily pressing against his lips. Her mouth was soft and moist and the scent of her body made his senses reel as though he were drunk. Her grip around his neck tightened as she crushed her lips to his. As if they had a mind of their own, his hands slid to her waist, holding her hips and trying to ease them apart. Victoria merely wriggled a little and pressed herself closer to him. His hands slid around her slender waist, resting lightly on her hips and he held her close. Gently he pushed the tip of his tongue against her lips and she opened her mouth, moaning softly into his as she gently sucked on his tongue, drawing it inside. Her whole body trembled in his arms and she leaned heavily against him, feeling him holding her closer as she pressed herself against him. At last they broke apart and she nestled against him. “I’m sorry Victoria, I shouldn’t have done that.” “Didn’t you like it?” “Of course I did, but I’m old enough to be your father.” “But you’re not my father.” “But you’re my best friends daughter and my goddaughter.” “So that’s all I am to you.” “Listen, Victoria, you’re beautiful and desirable but you’re still so young.” Victoria said nothing more, just pulled him to her and kissed him again. This time, she slid her hand between them and ran her fingertips over the hard bulge in his pants. It was Jim’s turn to groan and Victoria swallowed the sound as if it were a sip of fine wine. She could feel the heat of his excitement through the cotton and knew that he would do whatever he asked. Breaking away, she took hold of his hand and led him to the stairs, guiding him as though he were blind. Victoria knew where the master bedroom was from the times she had stayed with ‘Uncle Jim’. This time she led him past the room she normally used when she stayed over and led him straight into his own room. The curtains glowed in the afternoon sunlight making the room pleasantly light and airy. Victoria kicked off her shoes and, releasing Jim’s hand for a moment, shrugged out of her t-shirt and unbuttoned her jeans, letting them fall in a heap on the floor. The sheer silk of her bra and panties glowed against her smooth, lightly tanned skin and her hard pointed nipples were like shadows on the soft material. Jim swallowed and looked at Victoria, his eyes drinking in the mane of dark curls that tumbled to her waist and the smooth skin. He could see the dark smudges of her nipples pressing against the cloth and he was sure that he could smell the faint musk of her arousal. Victoria smiled and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. Her breasts bobbed briefly and settles, the hard points of her nipples aching to be touched. Hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her panties she bent for a moment, displaying her sweetly rounded cheeks as he pushed them down. Totally naked, Victoria took the two steps to his bed and lay back on the white linen. One leg bent and the other stretched out, toes pointed towards him, she rested on her elbows and smiled. The softly curved mound of her sex was covered with the faintest fuzz of hair, already becoming moist from the droplets of nectar collecting on the pink lips “Come on then show me yours.” Jim slowly unbuttoned his shirt, almost lost in the spell Victoria seemed able to cast over him. His fingers were clumsy and shaking, as he unfastened the leather and let the immaculately creased material fall in a heap at his feet. The stiff bar of his erection was already making a tent in the front of his briefs and he hissed in excitement as he eased the waistband of his briefs over the swollen head. He kicked off his shoes and stood, proudly erect, in front of her. Slowly he took the two steps to his bed and lowered himself to the bed next to her. Slowly Jim leaned over her, the tip of his cock brushing against her thigh and leaving a moist trail of pre-cum. His lips met hers and they kissed, tongues twining and fencing together ass he slid his hand over her taut belly to cup the tight swelling of her breast. His hand was hot against the cool skin of her breasts and the rough rasp of his thumb against the hard point of her nipple brought another flood to her thighs. He pinched the hard bud gently, twirling it and tugging, making her groan into his mouth. Sliding his hand lower, he touched the swollen pink lips with his fingertip, running it back and forth , gently opening her and spreading the bubbling nectar. His mouth closed around her nipple and he sucked slowly and gently, then grazed his teeth along the tender erect flesh. Victoria thought that her nipples were exploding as the sparks of pleasure and a little pain shot through her body. She gushed over the tops of her thighs. Jim slid his finger slowly inside her, caressing and exploring the tight passage. Victoria arched again as he grazed the tip of her erect clit with his fingernail, breath coming in a wracking sob. Slowly he worked his finger along the length of her crack pressing gently so that it slid further inside her with each stroke. He could feel the ripples in her pussy trying to draw his finger deeper as he teased and caressed her. Time upon time he stroked and caressed her, until she was almost ready to cum, and then he would pause, waiting for her trembling to ease off and for her body to cool a little. The his fingers and mouth would begin to kiss and caress her again until she was almost there. At last, he pressed gently on the inside of her thighs slowly opening them wide and knelt between them Carefully lifting her hips, he slipped a pillow beneath her back and arranged her knees on either side of his hips. Then taking hold of the base of his cock, he slowly rubbed the swollen head along the tender lips of her pussy, collecting the slippery nectar. Victoria lifted her head to look down between her breasts at the Jim’s hard cock, as he opened the lips of her pussy and eased the head just inside her. Her eyes widened when she saw how thick he was and there was a moment of fear as she realised just how thick it was. She could feel him filling her as he leaned forward, slowly stretching her until the tip was pressed tightly against her hymen. He took a deep breath, then pushed hard, stretching her maidenhead until it broke. Victoria’s eyes opened wide and a tear trickled down her cheek as she felt the tearing inside. She fought back the urge to tense up and relaxed, finding that Jim’s slow thrusts were getting easier and the pain subsided to a warmth and feeling of fullness as he pierced her. She could feel his tight sac pressed hard against her bottom and then he began to rock back and forth, moving inside her slowly and gently. As her blood and nectar made his cock slippery again, he thrust deeper and harder, pressing her into the mattress as he pinned her to the bed. Faster and faster he moved until all Victoria could feel was his cock pistoning into her. She could feel the sensation building and her muscles began to spasm, desperately milking the hard cock inside her. Jim arched his back and thrust deep into her, keeping still as his cock spasmed and spurted into Victoria’s aching pussy. He pinned her to the bed as his cock sprayed ropes of thick sticky sperm into her. Victoria felt as though she were falling as she cam along side him. Slowly his cock softened inside her, sliding out of her tender pussy. She felt the dull ache in her pussy where his cock had stretched and broken her. Her thighs were sticky with blood mingled with their cum. They lay together, Victoria wrapped in Jim’s arms as their breathing calmed and the ache between her thighs subsided to a warm glow. Unstuck Holly wiped the tears from her eyes as she cleaned up the mess her boyfriend had left all over the floor. It was their second fight in 2 days and before he stormed out he had thrown so much around, it looked like an earthquake had come through. In their small and shoddy apartment there was broken glass in the kitchen, and a pan full of noodles she had made for him all over the wall and floor. All this was because she asked him if she could go out with her friend Sara tonight. Pete had his own ideas about where she should be. In his words he wanted her home to cook her usual crap she makes for dinner. He said that it's shit but at least it's food. This is as close as she could ever expect for a compliment. The whole thing started when she became enamored with him after high school. She had lost her parents when she was really young and spend 8 years between facilities and various foster homes. At age 17 she was given special permission to live on her own after her latest foster family up and left one day without a word. She had been close enough to a legal age that they approved. Then of course without much guidance in her life, she went right into the arms of an abuser. "I guess I'm kinda stupid," she sniffed as she wiped tears from her eyes. Holly looked at herself in the mirror and began to count her blessings. At least this time he did not pound her or get his belt out again. He just left with a warning. But she knew something was coming. Either it would be a beating, or else he would get her wasted and let his friends take turns with her. But she looked at her 26 year old face that seemed to her to be twice that with the burden she carried. She nearly starts crying when she thinks of the even dozen of his friends that had her that night last fall. As Pete looked at her pounding his fist, she knew what she had to do. On her knees, and her back, she endured it all. Standing now in her little kitchen she shivered a little as she could almost feel the penetrations, and of course everything else. Back then with it was over, drunk and falling over, she went into the bathroom to either clean or kill herself. She just wanted it to be over. But she pressed on, thinking that maybe he would change or that she could just leave. But he said he would kill her slowly if she ever did. He found her once when she tried to escape. The result was nothing she wanted to think about. "I'm stuck," Holly sobbed. "I just have to take it." After Holly cleaned the mess in the kitchen she got ready for work. She was after all the only one supporting them. She had acquired a job caring for an elderly man. It paid well for not even a full day. She loved going there because of his kindness, and it's her escape from the life she has in this place. It's the only time she ever smiles. Sometimes when she goes there he can tell when she has had a bad time. He tries to get her to talk about it, but while she is there she just needs the escape. Plus, Pete would kill her or worse if he found out. On her long walk to his house each time she tries her best to perk herself up. "Hey there's my sweetheart," Henry smiled as she walked in his house, "Come on over and sit in my lap. I've got something in my pocket." Oh and there is that too. He is a vicious flirt. But she lets it go because he is harmless and she knows he would never do anything. But she has fun with it as well and throws it right back at him, calling it therapy for her mind. It helps her get thought the hard times. "Oh big boy if I did that I'd want to sit there all the time," Holly winked. "Oh don't I wish," Henry smiled kindly. "So how are you today?" "Well ok I think," Holly smiled, "Let me tidy the kitchen then we can hang those drapes I didn't have time for yesterday." As Holly cleaned up the kitchen they talked back and forth about various things. Henry always had a lot to say. But he would often want Holly to talk. Sometimes she would make things up. He really knew nothing of her past and present. Somehow she thought that he might have less of an opinion of her. She couldn't stand to lose this job and her therapy. She also didn't think it would make a difference. "So how did you escape?" Holly asked. "Well actually we got really lucky and they just moved on," Henry said, "That tells you what a little patience can do for you. Sitting in a cave completely still for 7 hours saved our lives. Patience." "Patience," Holly sighed. "I wish everyone had it." "Honey when are you going to tell me something about yourself?" he asked, "I tell you all about these war stories and other things, and you don't have any. Or at least you don't talk about it." "Not much to say," she sighed. "Oh come on," Henry prodded, "There has to be something more to my dear Holly other than the obvious." "What's obvious?" Holly asked nervously. "Well the fact that you probably look beautiful in a short white nightgown," Henry laughed. "Ha ha," Holly said relieved as she looked out the window. For a moment she wondered how it would feel to be looked at by someone who actually cared about her. She could only dream about it. But the thought felt so warm. She even smiled a little thinking how wonderful it would be. But just in the midst of her daydream it was flung away. Her heart froze as she looked at the very end of the long driveway to Henry's sprawling property. She saw her boyfriend's car and him stepping out of it. Her heart raced as he leaned against the car and met her gaze in the window. She could hear Henry talking but all around her was muffled almost as if she was underwater. She began to shake a little as he just stared. Then he punched the palm of his hand with his first and pointed at her. She felt her fear rise to the surface. The blood raced away from her face as her fear surged. She knew right then that she was going to get a beating when she got home. Just as quickly as her anxiety was elevated, he got back in his car and left. For several minutes she stared frozen in fear at what she must endure later. Would it be a beating, or some form of sexual degradation. "Well they didn't have any more so I had to go to the grocery store to get them," Henry said. "Damn things cost more there." "Sorry Henry," Holly said trying to compose herself. "Well while you finish up, I'm going to take a shower," Henry said. "Then we can hang those drapes." "Ok hon," Holly smiled. "Need any help just holler." "If only I did need help getting in the shower," he laughed. "I might enjoy that." "Probably too much," Holly smiled. "Well you could always come in for the heck of it," Henry smiled. "Got a nice handle to hang onto." "Funny," she grinned at him. "Doesn't hurt to try," Henry said as he left the kitchen. Holly knows that to the observer this might seem like some dirty 70 year old man that likes much younger women. Well the truth is that he is attracted to her. But he is a kind and harmless gentleman, with of course a nasty side to him. They have fun, and even once in a while dance to his favorite Arias. She can't help thinking that if he were only thirty or so years younger. Her fondness for him is so overshadowed by her own problems that she has to try so hard to not think about them when she is here. If only she could just tell him about it. She knows he would try to help her. But what can he do as one elderly man besides give her compliments and of course his flirts every day of the week. If only her life were as simple as his. His flirts are innocent enough. But there have been a few times where she has been tempted to answer them fully. She has even imagined it before. Once after a particularly difficult evening with Pete as he laid passed out on the floor with a bottle in his hand, she imagined being with him. Her thoughts of his kind words and smile soon turned to other things. As she had gone into the shower got the stink of Pete off of her she thought of taking up on his offer that he so often mentioned. She thought about joining him. So gently she would take a bar of soap and lather her hands. She would wash him carefully. But with a smile on her face, her soft hands wrapped themselves around his manhood. It would seem like she was doing a complete job of cleaning him. But he would react and it would grow. She looked into his eyes as she lowered herself to rinse him off carefully. With hits full length in front of her she would look up at him again as she opened her mouth and took him in. Gently she would lick his shaft up and down, and trail small kisses over him. A small pleasure for a kind man over twice her age. But she wouldn't end there. After leaving the shower she would carefully dry him, and lay him down on his bed. She imagined him whispering something to her before she would get on top of him. Lovingly she would do all the work, bouncing up and down, moaning and sweating. He had been so kind that she wanted his pleasure to be absolute. Of course she would have it too. He would willingly give that to her. She would see the love in his eyes as he tensed and released. Then she would take care of his output in various ways. Because of real love it would not be a burden. As she spent that long time in the shower and with her thoughts wandering, she touched herself all over and felt liberated. As her fingers explored inside and out, she had the only orgasm she had in many years. Then the guilt set in as she thought of what she had done and her passed out boyfriend. After all he had done she still felt the guilt. Compensation came in the form of picking him up and putting him to bed, only to be violated later. "Oh done already," Holly said as she was finishing up the kitchen and turned to face him. "Yes, it's quick because no one is there to scrub the good parts," Henry smiled. "Well lets get those curtains up," Holly smiled thinking that with her recent thoughts she might do something she shouldn't. The two of them went into the sprawling family room where she had set out the curtains on the couch yesterday. They were exactly where she had left them. She took one of the curtain poles from against the wall and started to thread a curtain through it. It was very long, and Henry held the other end, feeding it through. When they were finished they each took an end, and Holly stood on a chair to attach the post to its holder. "Too bad your not wearing a skirt," Henry laughed from below from a few feet below her. "Sure you could handle that?" Holly laughed. "Handle?" Henry asked. "I think you're reading my mind." "You think you could handle me?" Holly asked knowing right away she shouldn't have said it. "One way to find out," Henry said. "That would be too much information for you hon," she giggled. "Would give me more to think about when I go to sleep," he said. "Oh like you think of me that much, right," she smiled. "Well I miss you when your not here actually. No one to talk to," he said. Holly looked down at him for a moment and saw his expression. She could see for the first time right on his face. She knew he would never hurt her. She quickly turned away from him and resumed his work. Then she nearly stumbled as she wondered how long he had had these feelings for her. She thought it was just harmless fun they were having. But his feelings are more. She sees that now. Perhaps she would have before if she had not been so caught up in her own life. He has shown her so much kindness so she feels like she owes him a little. "Well hon, I look forward to seeing you too," Holly said. "What does your boyfriend think of you hanging out with a dirty old man?", Henry said as he watched her tighten the post. "I don't tell him you talk like that," she said trying to hide her feelings of distaste for Pete. "I think I know why but you're not going to tell me so I won't ask," he said. "Thank you," Holly said. More than a few times she had thought about creating that memory with Henry. Creating a secret that she would have to keep would be a kick in the teeth to Pete. Sometimes she imagined being gentle, sometimes not. Sometimes she could even feel him entering her as she moaned with pleasure. Their skin would slap together. Her loud moans would not be fake and she would tell him she loves him. She felt the urge even now. Holly remarked inwardly that he had just showered and she could really show him some pleasure. She had accidentally seen a small glimpse of him once as he got out of the shower. She was on the floor cleaning at the time and wonders if this is why many of her fantasies of him involve oral pleasure. All it would take would be one small move of joining him in the shower after he was already there. Or even just simply saying yes when he talked. Holly wondered how he would react. Would he go for it or just maintain his gentleman-like stature? One thing for sure, she was aroused and had to stop thinking about it. Holly had been so relaxed like she always is here with him. But he had brought out thoughts of her home life and she couldn't help thinking of what Pete had just done in the driveway. She felt the pain already even though it hasn't happened yet. Seen her head was filled with those thoughts. She had to fight it off and get back to the here and now. Then suddenly she started to slip and Henry grabbed her leg. But in her mind and in her thoughts it wasn't him. It was far worse. She flung herself off of the chair and slammed into the floor as Henry tried to help her. Though Holly seemed capable of handling all that was done to her, it seems everyone has their limits. "Noooooooo! No Pete don't hurt me! Please," she screamed. "What, wait," Henry said as he went over to her, but all she could see was Pete. "Please don't hit me again!" Holly screamed with tears rolling down her face and curled up in a ball. "Holly it's me Henry, your safe," Henry said with concern as he tried to approach her. "I'll do anything. Please just fuck me instead. Just don't hit me!" Holly sobbed. "Son of a bitch," Henry said as he backed off, "Holly sweetheart its Henry." "Please," Holly sobbed, "Lets have a party. I'll be good. Good to your friends. You know." "Holly please calm down," Henry pleaded. "Hen...Pete...please don't," Holly sobbed, as her mind tried to grasp her surroundings. Knowing he was a bit out of his element, Henry backed off as Holly slowly came back to reality. He sat on the couch watching her with complete concern. There was sweat on his brow. But he gave her that space to come back. After what seemed like an eternity to him, she finally seemed like she knew where she was. Slowly she stood, and sat on the other end of the couch from him. "I'm sorry," Holly said as she wiped the tears and hair off her face, "I'm going to quit now." "No your not," Henry said, "I won't accept you quitting. You did nothing wrong." "So now you know who I really am," Holly sighed. "I know who you are already," he said softly, "Someone I care about, who takes care of my house...and me." "And who just had her first psycho crazy attack," she sighed. "I can see that it's not your fault," Henry said. They talked for the next few hours and Henry even got her to laugh again. But he did insist that she tell him what has been going on. She knew that the risk was high that she would be is trouble later, but she let it all out. But suddenly she realized that I was fast approaching her time to leave. "I'm sorry. We can finish this tomorrow," Holly said as she stood, "I have to go home." "No you don't," Henry said quickly, "You need to stay right here, and I'll fix dinner this time." "But I have to be home by 5:30 or...," she started. "Or he hurts you," Henry said, "No Holly, not anymore. Stay here and escape all that." "I don't know how to escape. It's all I've ever known," she said as she took her jacket. "Please Holly," Henry said. "Don't go back to that. You have more strength than you realize." "I have to," Holly said as she went out the door. "Holly," he sighed, "I love you." "I know," Holly said trying to fight off tears as she ran down the driveway. Holly ran quickly and looked back at him and his concerned expression. Then she looked forward with the fear of what was to come. She thought so many times about going back and being safe with him. She cared a lot for him and for some reason his revelation did not surprise her. But she cared too much to put him in harms way. Pete was vicious. She couldn't go anywhere without him becoming suspicious. He even grilled her every time she returned from work. After picking up the case of beer he told her to get on the way home, she was off again heading in that direction, but thinking about going back to Henry. Holly's heart began to race as she approached the apartment building and looked at the light on in the kitchen. He had gotten home before her so she knew she was in trouble. Sighing a few times she went to the door and opened it. She crept inside and heard the TV on. She peeked around the corner expecting to see him standing there with his belt or something. But he was nowhere in sight. Looking around and even in the bedroom he was not there. Going back in the kitchen she hurriedly started to make the hamburgers he had ordered for dinner, thinking that he had just stepped out for a bit. If she could get them done before he comes back she might avoid the trouble. But the time went on and on, and even after she had finished making it, and cleaning up he was still not home. Quickly she ate a little as she looked out the window. She knows he is not supposed to eat until he sits down. Hours went by and he still did not come home. She began to worry and wonder if he had just left. Or maybe he went out drinking and the beating would be far worse when he got home. Suddenly she jumped as there was a knock on the door. "Who...can I help you?" she said as she peered at the Sheriff. "Ma'am may I come in?" he asked. "Ok," she said quickly. Nervously she asked the Sheriff to have a seat in the hovel she called home. He sighed then began to speak. Holly listened in intensity and complete shock as the Sheriff told her what had happened. It turns out that Pete had been stopped by them for speeding like he usually does. They had found $20,000 dollars worth of cocaine in his car and that he was now arrested for felony drug charges and 2 counts of assault on law enforcement. "But he never," Holly started to say then stopped. She had always thought that he hated drug use, selling and so forth and didn't know how this could have happened. Then she thought of Henry and his mysterious riches. Could it be him that did this? She thought she knew the answer. "He never what ma'am?", the Sheriff asked. "I mean...I never knew," Holly said. "I know that," the Sheriff said, "He said you had nothing to do with it and we are inclined to believe him. But just in case not...this is your one get out of jail free card. Understand?" "Ok," Holly said as she watched him head for the door. "Oh and one more thing," he said as he left, "Tell old Henry I said hello." "Son of a...," Holly said as she turned as white as a ghost. She stood in the hallway for what seemed like an hour trying to let sink in what had happened. She wondered even more about the man she knows as Henry. She has been all through his house in every possible space and never saw anything out of the ordinary. "How?" she whispered. She already knew why so she didn't need to ask. But she still stood in her kitchen for nearly an hour before the reality of the situation had sunk in. In that time the phone had rang 3 times and she didn't answer it. All three messages were from Pete's friends. They were wondering what time the party would be starting. She knew all too well what she would have had to do at that party. But she smiled briefly as she realized that she would not have to be passed around like that anymore. But what would she do now? Obviously she still has a job. But she knows she can't stay in this place for a few reasons. Most importantly it was the bad memories. But also before long his friends would probably come around. It isn't safe. Just when she thought that, the trouble started again. Unstuck "Ah!" Holly screamed as the front door was kicked open. "There you are bitch!" came an all familiar voice. "What do you want Hank?" she said as she reached behind her looking for a knife. "You did this to him you whore," Hank said as he moved in closer to her. "No Hank, he got stopped and caught with something I didn't even know about!" Holly shot back. "Right, he's been dealing drugs for 8 years and you knew nothing," Hank said. "Bullshit." "Wait, what? Oh right that's why I have been paying for everything since I've been with him," Holly shot back. "So he's not very good at it, so what," Hank scowled. "I tried my best to teach him." "He said one thing to me," Hank said as he moved closer, "If he went away, to take care of you." "Oh how nice," Holly said, "I can take care of myself now." "No dumb bitch," Hank said. "He meant something else." "Oh...well maybe he didn't," Holly said nervously, "I mean you guys partied so much. Who knows. I mean I was there...oh you should know Hank." "Oh yeah my dick knows," Hank said, "But you know what he meant dumbass." "Oh but...now that your in charge don't you think you want to reconsider?" Holly asked. "In charge yeah I am," Hank said, "In charge of doing you in." "Oh come on Hank," Holly said with a smile. "You know what you really want here and you can have it." "I just know what he told me to do," Hank said. "Are you going to live your life or follow someone stupid enough to get caught, huh?" Holly said with a sultry smile, "See he's gone...so that makes me right here, lonely and available...and you know how good I can screw." "Yeah I do," Hank laughed. "Quite a catcher too." "Hey I'll make this good," Holly said as she put her hand on the front of his pants, "Afterall, I always and I mean always preferred your big cock over what he had." "Really?" Hank smiled as he grabbed her breast. "Every time he would poke me with his toothpick, I would be thinking about getting filled by you," Holly said as pressed against him. "Heh he did have a needle dick didn't he," Hank laughed. "You know," Holly smiled as she hugged him, "If he could go 30 seconds it was a good day." "Ha!" Hank said, "You know that last time I had you..." "Yes, I came so many times," Holly said and laughed, "Why do you think I sucked you after so well? All I can say is thanks for picking up the slack baby." "So I got you now," Hank said. "Had me...got me now...and whenever the hell you want," Holly said. "How about now?" Hank said, "Gave me a hardon you know." "Oh can we?" Holly smiled as she pushed him in front of her, "Go on...right behind you and your meat stick." Holly watched as he passed her and started to walk away. She sneered at him from behind, and picked up the large frying pan from the stove. With a quick thrust she banged him on the back of the head. She grinned with satisfaction as he grunted and slammed forward right through the dining room table. Putting the bent pan back on the stove, she took the phone and dialed 911. "I guess I'm not so stuck am I?" Holly said the unconscious form on the floor. About the same time as the police arrived, so did Henry. She saw him waiting outside and trying to get officers to let him in. Holly gave her statement of a break in, and how she had subdued him. When they searched him they found 3 kinds of drugs on his person, and more in the car, along with a foreign made automatic rifle. After the dust settled a bit, she went outside to see Henry. He looked at her nervously, not knowing if she would accept him now. She knows now that he didn't plant any drugs on Pete or Hank, and he had informed someone. "I'm glad you're ok," Henry said. "I'm fine," Holly said as she hugged him. "What are you going to do now?" Henry asked. "I don't know," Holly whispered as she looked at him, "But I have such a mess inside." "Just take your things and go...I um...I have a spare room," Henry said. "You know I think I have to say yes...under the circumstances," Holly said. "Good," Henry said, "But Holly what I said...I meant it. I know I am an old man. I am asking you to come to my house to keep you safe...nothing else." "Henry I know and that's why I said yes so quickly," Holly said. "But I also know what else you said before." "I meant it," Henry said. "Even the dirty parts?" Holly smiled. "Well," Henry started. "I know you love me, and that's why we will take things one day at a time," Holly said. "To make sure I really do," Henry smiled. "Something like that," Holly said as she hugged him. "Well let's get your things," Henry said. "Later," Holly said. "It's way past your bed time." "Well for some reason right now I feel 30 years younger," Henry smiled. "Ha ha," Holly smiled, "Maybe we don't have to take it slow then." "Ready when you are," Henry smiled.