3 comments/ 23302 views/ 2 favorites Saving You By: Ashson Just because you make a promise when you're a child it doesn't mean that you have to keep that promise when you're an adult. Mature assessment of the situation should let you make a rational decision. But not where Margaret is concerned. As far as she is concerned a promise is a promise and she's going to help me keep mine, whether I like it or not. The promise? When we first learnt about the birds and the bees Margaret and I each promised the other that we'd stay pure until we were married, no matter how long it took. At age eighteen, nearly nineteen, I wanted to break that promise, but Margaret was always on at me to keep it. What's worse was that we were rooming together, so she knew who I was seeing and tended to make sure we weren't given any alone time. I, however, was determined to get laid. I'd arranged things carefully, and tomorrow I'd be an ex-virgin with Margaret none the wiser. Margaret had a night class and I'd invited my boyfriend around for a home-cooked meal. By the time Margaret's class finished and she made her way home it would be too late for her to interfere. Paul and I had a very nice meal and then we settled down to watch a video. I'd picked that video carefully. It was what Paul considered a chick-flick, so he'd get bored with it and use his time trying to seduce me. There was one hot scene halfway through the video, and I figured that that would be the appropriate time to yield to his blandishments. Things were progressing nicely. Paul was loving and kind, even if his hands did tend to wander a little. With proper maidenly modesty I fended off his hands, just not firmly enough to discourage him. Somehow or other my bra became unhooked and Paul was explaining to me that that didn't really matter. After all, you see topless woman at the beach every day. So I was trying to watch the movie with my blouse unbuttoned and my breasts uncovered. Except for Paul's hands. And his mouth. I was going to have some bruises there. After a while Paul was rubbing me through my panties, just teasing me down there. Ignoring my attempts to fend him off, his hands started slipping inside my panties, touching even more intimately. I have to give him full marks for the way he got my panties off. I hadn't really noticed them going until they were gone. So I'm sitting there, breasts bouncing free, skirt rucked up around my waist, Paul's hands running all over me and, to top it off, he'd managed to wrap my hand around his erection. I was breathing hard and Paul was practically panting with lust and the hot movie scene was coming up fast. If I'd given Paul a time-table to follow he couldn't have done a better job. I was being slowly pushed down onto the couch with Paul leaning over me, his hands busy. It was only going to be moments and Paul would have succeeded in seducing me, entirely against my will, of course. I was saying things like, "We can't", and Paul was reassuring me and telling me everything would be fine, and I was slowly yielding and there was this wail like a banshee, and Paul was knocked to the floor. "Get your filthy hands off her, you pervert," shrieked Margaret, who was home at least an hour early. I was shocked and furious. Margaret seemed just plain furious, lighting into Paul, apparently assuming that he was trying to rape me. Paul was just plain stunned and doing his damnedest to protect himself. The pair of them were rolling around on the floor, while I danced around trying to work out what to do. Paul, lucky for him, was big and fit. In quite excellent condition, actually. He managed to pin Margaret to the floor, holding her arms above her head while he lay on top of her, trying to hold her still. This is when things really started to go awry. That's a polite way of saying things became seriously fucked up. In her wrestle with Paul, Margaret's skirt had ridden up, showing off her panties. That's not all she was showing. In her wriggling back and forth her panties had got tangled and ridden to one side, effectively completely exposing Margaret's pussy. I don't think that Paul or Margret realised it at that point, but I sure did, especially as Paul's erection was still standing proud and pressing against Margaret. Now at this stage everything would have been fine if everyone had kept their heads. All I needed to do was reassure Margaret that I was fine and to tell Paul to let her go. Before I could do that Margaret apparently realised that Paul was touching a sensitive part of her anatomy. For some reason she assumed that it was his hand. "Get your filthy hand off me," she yelled, bucking up with her hips, and then gave a horrified squeal as she neatly impaled herself on Paul's cock. I'm not kidding. She humped her hips up and he just slid straight in. Now he didn't go in very far. Technically, Margaret was probably still a virgin, although her hymen was probably feeling the pressure. If she'd stayed still everything would have still worked out, but Margaret was always rather headstrong. She had to try and wriggle with the result that Paul pushed down a little. Margaret gave a surprised yelp and another cherry had been popped. Margaret finally held still, but it was a little late. Paul sort of continued to just lean towards her and while I watched his cock slowly sank all the way in, and Margaret was neatly pinned to the carpet. All this happened quite fast. I didn't get a chance to intervene. One moment Paul was about to seduce me, the next he and Margaret were wrestling and the next, Margaret was getting my fuck. Paul apparently figured that seeing he was already in her he might as well continue. He started moving, quite gently, mind you, but definitely dipping in and out of Margaret's pussy. She just stared at him, frozen, for a few moments, and then the little bitch started moving with him, conceding him the right to make love to her. I'm just staring at them, shocked, when there was this little cough. Looking up I find that there's this older man standing in the doorway, looking amused. When I say older, I don't mean old. Just older that the rest of us. He must have been around thirty. "I'm Rob, Margaret's tutor. We finished early because she left her assignment at home. Seeing I live out this way I offered to drive her home and pick it up. Your boyfriend?" he added, nodding towards Paul. I nodded. "Unusual incident," he said, and I could hear the laughter in his voice. "You can't really blame him for what happened. Continuing to happen, for that matter. I take it we interrupted a seduction?" I nodded, not really knowing what to say. "Don't let it worry you," Rob said, speaking softly. "I can help." To my surprise he just turned me towards the couch and half pushed me so that I was bending over the arm. He lifted my skirt, made a sound of appreciation and started rubbing my pussy. Now I had been ready for Paul. Rob's touch just started me tingling all over again. What really got me tingling was he moved my lips apart and he was starting to take me. I'm all, "Hey, what? What do you think you're doing?", and "Oh, my god," as he pushed in harder, followed by a yelp as I felt the sting of my own hymen giving way to an intrusion. Then I could feel Rob's cock sliding further and further into me. I thought it wasn't going to stop, just keep on coming and coming. A little voice in my brain was squawking, "My god, I'm being raped," and another little voice promptly piped up, "What is the problem? I wanted to get laid. I'm getting laid." The hell with it, I decided. I'd go with that second little voice. I pushed back against Rob, feeling him finally come to rest deep inside me. I noticed in a kind of aside that Paul and Margaret were really bouncing. She had her legs wrapped around him and he was hammering her like a pile-driver. Then they were forgotten as my own personal pile-driver got into action. A pair of hands came around and captured my breasts and Rob pulled back out of me. I could feel him, sliding along my passage, leaving emptiness behind. I felt a touch of disappointment, which lasted until he stopped, paused for a second, and drove back in hard and fast, filling that emptiness and raising little ripples of feeling emanating out of my groin. I don't know how else to describe it. It was my body knowing that a cock had slid down my passage and deep into me. I completely forgot about Paul and what he was doing to Margaret. Suddenly, all I was interested in was Rob and what he was doing to me. I moved with Rob, trying to sense the tempo he was using so that I could flow with it, letting us move as one. His hands running across my breasts were a minor distraction, but a pleasant one I found, adding that little something to the sensations being generated by his cock's gentle massage. Did I say gentle massage? Silly me. It may have started that way, a slow easy movement that took me by the hand and led me quietly into the woods. But then we were moving faster. I wasn't being led, I was being urged along, and I hurried to keep up. Faster still, and now I was being pummelled hard. I was gasping and squealing, excitement rising, wanting everything and more, even more. I don't know how long it went on. At the time it seemed to be going forever. I've never worked so hard in my life and I was quite willing to go on doing it. The whole thing was fantastic. Towards the end there I was out of control. I didn't know what I was doing, just knew that I liked it. Something was building up inside me and I was gasping and pleading for something to fix it. When Rob started to move even faster I just knew that was the end. I was shrieking even before I climaxed, all my twisted and tense nerves letting go at once. Rob? Did he climax? Who cared? I didn't. I was too content riding my own to worry about him. He was the one who started the ball rolling so his climax was his responsibility. I have no doubt he did. When I recovered from mine he was standing there looking insufferably smug. Paul was also standing, talking to Rob, and he also had a smug expression. Margaret, on the other hand, was still lying down, looking slightly stunned. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. Margaret, on the other hand, never knows when to shut up. "That was rape, you know," she announced. "I should call the police." "Ah, I wouldn't bother, Margaret," said Rob in that soft voice of his. "I doubt that Paul wants to press charges." Margaret looking at Rob as if he'd lost his mind. "Paul press charges?" "Well, from what I saw, you walked in and attacked Paul, knocking him to the ground. When he tried to restrain you, you deliberately impaled yourself on his erection, forcing him to have sex with you. That counts as rape." The look on Margaret's face was priceless. She looked at me, but all I could do was shrug and nod. It was what happened, after all. "Wh-what about you jumping Jennifer? I saw you force her over the couch and ravish her." "Um, I don't think I actually told him not to ravish me," I pointed out. "Consent by silence, you might say." "Screaming yes, yes, yes, is not really silence," muttered Rob quietly, but I ignored that. I didn't remember it so it didn't happen. "You realise that we've both broken our promises," Margaret wailed. "Not really our fault," I told her with a sigh. "We'll just have to live with it." And maybe she'd give me a little more leeway when I wanted to be seduced. Here's hoping. Saving You Saving Me Authors Notes: Adult themes and materials for consenting adults. This is not a stroke story. This is a love story. If you are looking for some quickie sex, save your time and look elsewhere. If you are looking for a good love story, let me know how I did. All constructive comments are welcome. This is a copywrited work and all disclaimers apply. * If she was awake, she would've known it was a dream. Unfortunately for her, she was caught up in the nightmare again. It was so real. She could smell the sweat; feel the sand and the unrelenting heat bake her skin. The images flashed before her eyes, as she tossed, fighting with her blankets. "Routine patrol my ass!" She heard her own voice say. "There's nothing routine about raiding people's houses who don't even want us in their fucking country." She muttered and groaned in her sleep. She knew what was coming before it happened, but she was helpless in stopping it. She saw the face. She felt the fear and then a bright flash. Kelly Sackett woke up screaming pulling a nonexistent trigger. Her eyes signaled her brain, there was darkness where she knew there should be light. Her skin told her that it was cool, instead of unbearably hot. Not realizing where she was, she ran her hands down her long frame, looking for the blood she knew should be there. As her hands moved over her bare abdomen, she felt the scars. Awareness comes in an instant. "Shit!" She exclaimed to the dark. "Not again. I've got to get over this. It was years ago." Breathing an unsteady breath, Kelly took an inventory of her surroundings. She knew the line was thin right then and she wanted to be sure which side she was on. "Damn! Same crappy furniture in the same crappy rental." She sighed as she tried to rub the sand out of her eyes in an unconscious movement. Looking at her clock, she knew she should take the extra two hours of sleep before the alarm was supposed to go off. "Fuck it! It's not like I'm going to get any more sleep." She told the night. "I might as well catch up on my paper work." She griped to herself as she padded naked towards the small bathroom to take a shower. After her shower, she looked at her reflection in the seamy mirror. "Who the fuck are you and how the hell did you end up in this mess? She asked the woman looking back at her. She saw the flakes of gold in her hazel eyes. Pushing back the close cropped curly hair, from her Mediterranean heritage, she looked at the scars from her past. Looking down her 5'10 frame, she saw a tight sinewy body that she worked hard to keep in shape. She ran her fingers over the thin line under the left breast hoping that one day she might get just enough sag from her small C cup breast to cover it. Looking further down, she saw the big scar with its three satellites. The constant reminders that she was no longer a complete woman. A complete woman could still have kids. That option was taken from her. She saw the tattoo on her thigh. Only she knew its true meaning. Not that anyone in the last year or more, had the chance to ask about the Panther with its three purple heart shaped drops of blood dripping from the front claw as it was running up her long leg. "Shit, this isn't getting me anywhere." She told her reflection as she pushed away from the wall and pulled her shirt over her head. She turned and grabbed a pair of briefs and pulled on her jeans. As she was headed out her door, she grabbed her double holster with matching glocks. They were the last Christmas gift from her ex-husband, before she found him getting fucked by their neighbor's eighteen year old son. Not that it really mattered who he was fucking. But it would have been nice to know before she married the prick, that he was a cheat. Snapping her guns in place she pulled on her leather jacket and grabbed her keys and headed out to her classic Mustang. Pulling out of her street, she dug under the seat for her badge and ID, shoving them into her pocket as she hit the gas. Five hours later, with her eyes scanning her report on the computer, she jumped when she heard her boss. "Sackett, you and your partner, in my office now." The stout woman grumbled without pausing as she breezed past their desks. "You heard her Delmar, we're needed." Kelly said as she pulled her ear bud out of her partner's ear. "She'll have your nuts in a vice if she catches you listening to that thing again. "You going to nark me out?" The big black man asked as he shoved the wires under his collar. "Yeah, like I want to train a new partner. I've scarcely got you so you can tie your shoes right." She said as she pushed him past her. "Fuck you Sackett. I can dress myself." He grunted good naturedly. "Watch it, I'll tell Patty you're making passes at me. That's one woman I would never want pissed at me and you married her. Oh wait, she dresses you doesn't she!" "Bite me!" He said as he entered the Lt. Woods office. "You wish... You needed us LT.?" Kelly said as she closed the office door. "You two can play grab ass on your own time." The big chested brunette said as she handed Kelly a file. "Here's you next assignment." She pinned then down with her frosty brown eyes. "There has been a rash of kidnappings coming out of the main bus stops and at the airport. They believe that they are going to ship all these girls overseas soon on the white slavery market and they want our help in finding them." "What's the plan?" Asked Delmar as her looked over his partners shoulder. "Sackett is going to be the bait and you'll be birddog. You'll be at the airport on the weekends and at the main bus stops three times a week." Their boss continued their briefing. "There will be back-up from vice, but we're lead on this. You should know the FBI is also looking into this, but you know how much they tell us, so watch out whose toes you step on. Remember no guns and no wires so watch each other backs." "Yes Ma'am," They respond automatically. Being assigned to the Special Projects Unit, of the Memphis Police Department, they knew that when they went undercover, they went in deep. "Oh, Sackett, the chief wants you to park that hot rod of yours. Friday you can pick up the set of wheels he's having fixed up for you. Delmar, you're going to have to tell the wife you're going to be gone for awhile and that you need the SUV. I hope she understands but you know the drill. That's all, I see you in cover Friday at 1800." She dismissed them. As they left the office, Kelly could hear her partner grumbling behind her. "Shit, she's going to be pissed. She just had new rims on that thing. She hasn't even been able to drive it yet. This job is going to get me killed before I can even have kids." "Sucks to be you Bubba." Kelly sneered over her shoulder. "I'll have Frankie the Fence set us up a squat down town. What kind of name if Frankie the Fence?" Without waiting for a response she went on. "Well I guess Flicka goes in the storage. I'll ride the Vulcan and can leave it here." "Why not the Hog?" Her partner asked. "If I have to have Patty's Escalade on the line, you should have to have your Harley out where it might get dusty. At least it would be safe here." "No way Buckwheat. No one touches that bike but me. Let get going, we've got to be back in thirty six and I have to call the family so they don't freak if I don't answer the fucking phone for awhile." Kelly said as they left the building. "Yeah, if I'm not there, don't even bother to look for the body. I've left my will in my desk drawer." He told Kelly as followed her. "Patty is going to kill me." He muttered as he headed to his car. *** Sue Ellen McClellan didn't know what she was going to do. She knew she had to leave town, but didn't know what she could do for money once she got to the city. There wasn't much need for a farm girl in the city. She might be able to get a job with a meat packing plant or maybe one of them fancy butcher shops. But besides her high school diploma and ten years of 4-H awards, she didn't have that much going for her. Even her family turned against her. It wasn't her fault that Billy-Ray raped her. "I didn't do nothing to him. Then to have him tell everyone I was asking for it was just unfair." The blond girl told herself. "I don't care whose son he is, he needs neutered before he rapes someone else. I'd call him a pig, but that would insult the pigs." As she railed at the injustice of the world. Her only hope was she knew she had an Aunt who broke away from the family years ago. She hoped that her aunt could help her until she could get on her feet. Unfortunately, all she had was her Aunts name and what city she moved too. With that information, one hundred and fifty dollars and three sets of clothes, was all she could get before her father came home and beat her again for being a slut. To the casual observer, Sue Ellen McClellan looked to be a knockout bubble headed blonde with bright sky blue eyes. She was 5'5" with milk white skin. She grew up where women wore their hair and dresses long and she was no exception. She was a D cup and weighed in at 105 lbs soaking wet. She had all the right curves in all the correct places that showed even through the full length dress she wore to travel in. What most people didn't know was that she was a lot stronger than she looked. The only way Billy-Ray got away with what he did was because she never expected it from someone she knew all her life. That and he ran like a bitch cur before Sue Ellen could get her hands on her pick. Her pick was an Arkansas Tooth Pick long blade knife her brother got her when she was twelve and had to start working in the pens. It had a six inch double blade that was kept razor sharp. She was used to hard long days of unrelenting labor. It was her job to cull the hogs from the sows before butchering. When she was done with that, the slopping or the cleanup, she even had to help with the slaughter. She may have looked soft and delicate, but she was pure muscle under her flawless skin. Her hands were a bit rough even though she did all the stuff Magazines told her to keep them soft. Sue Ellen wondered how much longer she was going to be stuck on the bus. The crude man who sat next to her smelled of stale cologne and booze. She swore if he inadvertently touched her again he would pull back a bloody stump. Sighing heavily, she turned away from him as much as she could. "God, I could learn to hate men" She thought restlessly. Not that she ever thought of the alternatives. She was raised to be a good God Fearing girl. She looked out the window and noticed that there weren't anymore trees. All she could see was concrete and buildings. All of a sudden she felt closed in. She had lived in the open county of Arkansas where there was room to breathe. The sky looked grey even though there weren't any clouds. She hoped and she was praying she had made the right decision in coming, but anything had to be better than the beatings. As the bus pulled off the interstate, Sue Ellen felt her left sleeve to make sure her knife was still hidden there in its sheath, strapped against her forearm. She had seen enough of the news to know not to go unprepared. *** Kelly combat parked the piece of shit Sentra they assigned her in the parking lot. The newer engine ran okay for a four banger. It was covered with dents and a shitty paint job. Unfortunately, she knew no matter how bad it looked, it wasn't safe from theft in this part of town. She walked up to the ticket counter and bought ticket to New York with small bills. Shoving her ticket in her back jeans pocket, she looked for a place to watch the people coming off and going on the busses. She pulled her fresh from Goodwill pack closer to her, making it look like she would be lost with out it. Her eyes were alert, scanning the crowd, trying to look disinterested. In the background she heard the rhythmic thumping of "Baby's got back" from her partners uber-stereo. She hated the song, but it fit in with the environment. Besides, what else would three hundred pounds of mountainous black man be listening too? Kelly took a seat in one of the hard plastic chairs next to a wall when the next out of state bus rumbled into the station belching its black smoke. She sat forward trying to see the people who came off. The crew, who they were looking for, MO was to grab likely girls coming off or going onto the bus and be gone before anyone was the wiser. She signaled her partner by turning her baseball cap around backwards. Her gut was churning and she knew something was going to happen. Looking around she spotted a couple of the vice guys and two idiots who had to be FBI, they looked so out of place. Kelly hoped they didn't blow it. She knew her gut was telling her that this was it. Sue Ellen waited until everyone else was off the bus and out of her way so she could reach up and grab her garment bag without some guy ogling her tits. She wanted to be the last one off. That way she could put some distance between her and the smelly man who kept bugging her since the last stop. What she didn't know, was she had been picked. She was focused on getting to the counter and asking how long was it until her next connection. Kelly was alert and noticed the trio who were lounging a bit too close to the bus door for a bus that just changed its sign to 'Out of service.' She saw the familiar face go up and talk to them and almost relaxed. Then she saw her stepping down out of the bus. If Kelly was gay, she would have fallen for her in a second. Even in the long dumpy dress, she looked stunning. As she was looking, blue eyes connected with hazel and Kelly felt like a rubber band snapped around her heart. Sue Ellen was taking the final step off the bus, looking around for the counter when she all of a sudden her eyes focused on the tall dark woman who was staring at her. It wasn't like she hadn't been stared at before, but she never felt the punch in the lungs before. She almost missed the last step with her reaction. Kelly saw the movement in her peripheral vision and had to tear her eyes away from the pretty blonde with regret, but she had a job to do. Then all hell broke loose. "Shit, she's the target." Kelley exclaimed as she stood up, but then it was already almost too late. Two of the three men came up and grabbed the blonde. She saw the startled reaction on her pretty face, and then heard a scream which caused a mad rush of people. Sue Ellen didn't know what was going on, she was entranced by the woman who was looking at her. All of a sudden, without any warning, she was grabbed from behind. "Just come with us and make no noise." The smelly man from the bus told her in her ear. She remembered on some show that she'd watched, they said that if someone grabs you, scream, so that's exactly what she did. "Get you hands off me!" She yelled at the top of her voice. Then another set of hands grabbed her. Flashing back to Billy-Ray, she acted instinctively. She grabbed her pick and swung it in a wide ark slicing one of the men's faces across his cheek. All of a sudden, everything else was a blur. "Good girl!" Kelly thought to herself as she ran towards the scene. Then in slow motion, she saw the gun coming out of a belt. "Gun!!!" Kelly screamed as she dug into her reserves and hit the after burners pumping her long legs, closing the distance. She threw her bag at the guy with the gun, grabbed the blonde's knife-hand and yelled. "Come with me!!!" She pulled the girl, never worrying about compliance. Some how, she knew the frightened girl was stuck to her like glue. She ran to the Sentra and broke the window, not wanting to fuck with the keys. Kelly shoved the girl in and told her. "Stay down!" They both heard the shot and Kelly felt the burn across her shoulder. Sue Ellen's eyes got big as she saw the starting of the blood stain on the other woman's shirt. Kelly reached under her seat and tossed a glock at the girl and told her. "If anyone points a gun at us shoot them. It loaded." She grabbed the keys, shoved them into the ignition and started the car. She tossed the girls knife in her lap as she cranked the wheel and hit he street will all gas and no breaks. Sue Ellen tried to look behind them and the woman told her. "Keep you head down. We're not out of this yet." She ran the red light and hoped for the best. They sped down three blocks when Kelly turned down a back ally and slammed the car in park as it skidded to a stop. Grabbing the girl, she urged "Let's go before they see us." She said, holding the knife in one had and the girl in the other as she drug them out of the Sentra. She pulled the woman behind her as she hit the back door to one of her hidey holes. "Up three flights then left." Kelly told the Blonde as she shoved the frightened girl behind her back. She grabbed the glock out of the girls hand to cover their escape. She saw the naked fear in the woman's eyes, and tried to reassure her. "We're not dead yet so it's all good so far." Kelly tried to calm herself and ignore her burning shoulder. It wasn't time for mistakes. They climbed the stairs, one looking up and the other looking down. As they passed into the third floor hallway, Kelly motioned to the last door. "13757 is the punch code" Kelly told the frightened girl, realizing both her hands were full. Kelly thought she must have looked like some avenging psycho bitch from a one of those graphic novels her little brother always read as she stood there holding the glock in one hand and long bladed knife in the other. As soon as they were safely inside, Kelly slammed the door and hit the button that engaged all the locks. Sue Ellen felt relief wash over her as she watched the woman who saved her lean against the closed door and breathe a heavy sigh. Sue didn't know why she felt safe, but she did. She jumped when she heard the woman's cell phone ring. Kelly also jumped as her phone went off. She knew it was her partner. "Yeah" she said into her phone. "You okay?" Her partner asked. "We're fine, what's happening there?" "It's a fucking zoo. They've impounded Patty's Truck and I cooling my heals waiting to be interviewed. Where you at?" She could hear the concern in her partners' voice. "In one of my holes. Its better no one knows for now." "How the shoulder? I saw the hit. Do you want me to call the LT?" "No I'm fine, nothing life threatening." She was going to say more but heard in the background someone tell Delmar to get of the phone. "Take care and don't blow cover. I'll check in when I can." She heard him tell the man to fuck off; it was his phone, as she disconnected the call. Kelly took a step forward and put the glock on safe as she tossed it down on the closest table, along with the knife. Her shoulder was burning like a bitch and once the adrenaline started wearing off, she felt a bit light headed. Kelly went into the kitchenette and grabbed a bottle of water as she felt her knees go weak. In her blurring vision she saw the little blonde grab the knife off the table and head towards her. "Oh, shit." She exclaimed as she started falling. Sue Ellen didn't know what was going on. She was about to ask the woman, who she was. She saw the lights of her eyes start to fade, saw the spreading stain, and knew the woman was going into shock. Without thinking, she grabbed her pick and shoved it back into its sheath. She took the two steps to get to the woman in the hopes of supporting her. Sue ended up catching her as she went into full faint. She took the unconscious woman to the small bed and laid her down as gently as she could, not wanting to break open any scabs that might have slowed the blood flow. She struggled with her top for a minute before she took out her pick and sliced the shirt away from the wound. Saving You Saving Me Being raised on a farm, she wasn't squeamish and knew quite a bit about first aid. It was necessary when the closest doctor was over an hour away and the closest hospital was over two. She looked at the wound and knew it was deep, but only a flesh wound. She was more worried about the amount of blood that was still flowing. Looking around Sue Ellen searched for something to stop the bleeding. Brushing back the woman's curly hair, she told her. "Hang on sweetie, I'll be right back," She reassured Kelly in her soft country lilt. Sue Ellen searched for about five minutes before she found the large first-aid kit hidden under the bed. Opening it, she saw she had everything she needed to stop the bleeding. Going to the sink, she started the hot water she would need to clean the wound before she sewed it closed. Sue worked fast. She knew if the woman didn't stop bleeding soon, she would have to be taken to a hospital. For some reason the woman didn't want that. Sue hoped for the best as she finished cutting off the woman's top and bra. Once she was bare to the waist, Sue felt better. She saw all the other scars and knew if the woman could live through those, she could pull through this. As she sewed the flesh together, she wondered how this beautiful woman came to have all those scars. Did she spend her life saving people like her, or was her life more dangerous than that. From the one-sided conversation, she knew she had a partner, but that was about all. When she was done, she covered the woman with a light blanket and sat in a chair to watch over her with her pick in her hand. Kelly was fighting again in her sleep. She knew she had to get to safety. Their lives depended on it. Suddenly, she felt peaceful. She felt a warm presence and was eased back into a restful sleep. She started to get uncomfortable on her back and wanted to turn over, but was stopped by something or someone. She tried to move her arm and then felt the hand restraining her. She heard the softest of voices telling her not to move. Kelly didn't know how much later it was, but her bladder was fit to bust. She tried to rise up, but there was a weight on top of her. She opened her eyes to see what it was when she saw the mop of long blonde hair. Her movements woke the woman and Blue eyes met hazel. Kelly felt her heart go thump as she tried to get her dry mouth to work. "I have to pee." She told the beautiful stranger. "Sorry, I was just trying to stop you from breaking open my stitches." The soft voice from her dreams told her. "Here I'll help." Sue helped Kelly to the bathroom when Kelly saw her shoulder for the first time, she asked. "What the fuck happened?" "You were shot saving me from that man on the bus. I can't thank you enough. I didn't know he had friends there but there were three that I saw before you came running up. I could have gotten one of them but not all three. Then you were shot." Kelly's eyes snapped to the woman's face as the memory came flooding back. "Could you recognize them again?" She asked going instantly into cop mode. Sue saw the life go out of the woman's eyes and started to worry for the first time since yesterday when she was saved. "Yes, but I hope to never see them again. Why?" Sue asked "What time is it?" Kelly asked wondering if she had time to take her down to HQ to do a line-up. This could be their lucky break. "You were out for a bout fifteen hours. I was going to call an ambulance after twelve, but there isn't a phone here. Well you have yours, but it was in your pocket but I didn't want to move you." Sue told her looking into her eyes to avoid the woman's nakedness. For some strange reason Sue wanted to sooth away all the hurt and scars from the woman in front of her. She never felt this way with anyone before. Kelly's eyes softened by the hurt innocence she saw in the eyes holding hers. She felt a strong pull to hug her and comfort the young woman standing in front of her. She didn't know why, but she was attracted to this young woman. "I'm Sorry, Thanks for patching me up. I'm Kelly by the way, Detective Kelly Sackett. What's your name?" Relief flooded Sue when she heard her savior was a cop. "Sue Ellen... Sue Ellen McClellan. Thank you..." "Where are you from Sue Ellen?" Kelly asked knowing she wasn't a local girl. "Arkansas." She responded "Don't move that arm too much, or them stitches will bust. I had to use regular thread not silk." She told Kelly while she reached up and softly touched the repaired shoulder. At the touch Kelly felt the nice heat from the smaller woman's hand as it caressed her inflamed skin. Her eye then caught the hilt of the knife in the woman's sleeve. "You always keep that thing up your sleeve?" She asked the woman not wanting her touch to stop. "Yes, ever since Billy-Ray... raped me." Sue said, not wanting to remember that again. Kelly saw the raw pain in the girl's eyes and instinctively reached out with her good arm and pulled her close. "Its okay baby, he'll never do that again. Fucking men are pigs." Kelly stated venomously. "Don't insult them that way. They don't deserve it." Sue told the woman holding her. Not know how to respond. "Men? Why are you defending them? They're fucking useless most of the time." "No, pigs. I know some really nice pigs." Sue said looking into Kelly's eyes. Both of them laughed for a second, but for Sue the rollercoaster of emotions was too much. The dam burst and there was nothing she could do to hold it back. Kelly saw the raw emotion and just held on to the quaking girl who was grasping onto her for dear life. "Shh, baby it'll be alright. We're safe now." Kelly soothed as she stroked the long river of gold that ran down her front. Neither one cared that Kelly was bare chested as Sue snuggled in between her breasts crying. Actually the skin on skin contact soothed both women as they dealt with the aftermath of the last twenty-four hours. Kelly sighed as she led the hysterical girl towards the bed. Not that she had anything on her mind, other than it was the only place big enough for both of them to sit down together in the small room. Without knowing why, Kelly lay down next to the crying Sue Ellen and within minutes they were both sound asleep, comforting each other. For Kelly, it was the best sleep she'd gotten in a long time. For Sue, it was the first time she felt safe since the rape, the rumors, and her life crumbling. The only awkward moment was when Kelly woke up because the young woman's breath was blowing warm air across her nipples and her body responded. With a groan, she realized what was happening, but didn't want to wake the sleeping blonde next to her. Being practical, she pulled the blanket between them as a barrier then tried to get her throbbing shoulder in a position that allowed her to sleep again. The next time Kelly woke, she had to move, but it woke Sue. Still feeling groggy, it took awhile for Sue Ellen to realize she was still snuggled against the tall woman's bare breasts, and jumped back in shock. "I'm sorry...umm..." She tried to hide her face that she knew was flaming red. Kelly was feeling just as uncomfortable. But also saw the humor in the situation. "It's a bit late to be all shy now isn't it?" She said trying to put her finger under Sue's chin. "I mean we've already slept together. It's not we don't have the same equipment. It's just us girls here." Sue had never been so mortified. She has snuggled up against complete stranger, a woman at that. What caused her face to burn was deep down didn't want to stop. But... "I'm not... I'm sorry I don't know what came over me. She stuttered trying to explain. "I'm not either..." She would have said more but her cell rang and interrupted them. "Yeah!" She said covering her breasts from the red faced woman. "Where the fuck are you?" Her irate partner asked. "The LT is fuming. You were supposed to call in days ago. I'm coming to get you. Tell me where you're at." "Calm down Captain Caveman." Kelly said as she started looking for some clean clothes. "Sorry I was a bit out of it, but I'm fine now. I call in as soon as I hang up." She was about to say more but was cut off by her partner. "Call in!!!" He hissed. "The LT wants you in here, like now. They found your car abandoned and you nowhere in sight. The victim is in the wind and we have nothing on her. I thought you said you were fine or I would have come and got you the other day. Two days you didn't answer your phone. Now get the fuck into the office." "Yo Killroy! I hear you, but I need a shower and then we'll be in." "We what do you mean we?" Delmar asked quietly. "We, as in the target and I. She can identify three of the four perps who were there. Let us get cleaned up and I'll bring her in." She said as she rummaged around for some clean undies. "I'll brief the LT. You better come in or I'm pinging your phone and coming to get you." "Yeah, yeah, I'll get there sooner if you shut the fuck up and let me get clean. Kelly shut her phone before she could get any more grief from her partner. She looked at Sue and told her. "We have to go in and talk to my boss. If you want, you can take a shower first. I know we both must be ripe. The towels are under the sink. It doesn't work anyway so I use it for storage." She instructed as she tried to pull herself together wincing every time she had to move her arm. Sue Ellen grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom finally realizing how grimy she felt. She saw Kelly wince in pain and told her. "There are some more pain pills in the first aid kit." As she shyly ducked behind the door that wouldn't close all the way so she could strip for her shower. When Kelly heard the shower come on she told the blonde. "Just leave your dirty clothes there, we can get them later." She shouted as she dry swallowed four of the pills. When Sue came out and told Kelly the shower was free, she was wrapped in the short towel that covered way too little. Kelly tried not to stare at all the exposed alabaster skin that was showing. "Damn, you'd think I was batting for the other team" Kelly muttered as she went in to take her cold shower. She knew with all that hair, there wouldn't be a drop of hot water left. She was pleasantly surprised when the warm water hit her skin. Working on auto-pilot, Kelly reached for the big bottle of shampoo and instantly regretted it. "Fuck!" She shouted as the searing pain shot down her arm and the bottle hit the floor. Instantly Sue was there. "Are you okay?" She asked seeing Kelly slumping against the shower wall breathing in slow full drafts of air. Sue tossed her towel aside and stepped back into the small shower and held up the sagging woman. "Here I'll do it." She said as she grabbed the shampoo and began to wash Kelly's hair and body. Kelly was trying to regain her breath, but the vision in front of her or the feeling her hands had on her body wasn't helping much. Sue Ellen had to be the most beautiful woman Kelly had ever seen. She was flawless. As she was washed, Kelly was transfixed by the sight. She noticed the little things like the small freckles on her nose, slight tinge of red in her untrimmed pubic hair that set it off from the milk white skin of her thighs. Without wanting too, Kelly also noticed Sue Ellen's perfectly matched breasts with their strawberry sized nipples that were getting hard as the water cooled. Sue took a no nonsense approach to cleaning Kelly and was done within ten minutes. She helped her out of the shower and stood behind her as she dried her hair and made sure none of her stitch work had been damaged. She refused to think of the tingle she got in her stomach every time she touched Kelly's heated skin. When she tried to help Kelly dress, finally the tall woman spoke again. "Thanks, but I'm not an invalid." Kelly was trying for calm and reassuring, but it came out as a growl. "Oh hush," Sue responded batting aside her complaint. "You should be going to a hospital not into work." Kelly was surprised by the girl's spine. This Sue Ellen was a strange one. One second, she was all innocent blushes, then driving her to distraction the next, with her bold touch as she tended Kelly. "Yeah well, my boss will put me in the morgue if we don't get there." She said as she tried to pull herself together. "Do you know how to drive?" Kelly saw the spark in her blue eyes. "Yes, everything from a bicycle to a combine tractor." She said with stung pride. "I may be from the country, but I'm not helpless either. There, that should hold until we can get you to a doctor." They left the room without another word spoken. Kelly watched for any signs of anyone following them, as she led Sue to her hidden back-up car. There was an uncomfortable silence, as both women were locked in their own private thoughts. The silence between them stretched as Kelly led Sue into her office. It was a rundown three story office building with fading paint and crumbling brick. Once they passed the first set of doors, Kelly swiped her key card and they heard the buzz of the lock. Sue was amazed at the state of the art office hidden in the old building. Her vision was blocked by what had to be the biggest black man Sue had ever seen. He looked at the small woman for a second before lighting into his partner. "What the hell do you think you're pulling? You said you would check in. and how in the world am I going to tell Patty the Fibbies impounded her car and refuse to release it? What do you have to say for yourself?" "Don't get you panties in a knot Spanky. I'm here aren't I? I've brought the witness didn't I? Go soak your head big boy. Sue Ellen McClellan this idiot is my partner Detective Delmar Ross." Walking to her desk, she pulled out her gun and opened one of the drawers. "Sue Ellen, you're going to have to let me have your knife. No weapons past this point." Sue looked into Kelly's eyes before she silently removed the long sheath from her forearm. With great reluctance she handed her pick over as she heard the gasp from Kelly's partner. "Shit, where did she get that pig sticker?" He asked incredulously. "On a pig farm," Sue said stiffening her spine in front of the big man. "Damn, I'm surrounded by crazy women..." Delmar stated, but was interrupted buy their boss. "I hope I'm not included in that statement Ross. Sackett, you and miss McClellan go to interview room one. I want her statement recorded. Then I want to talk to you." Hours later after Sue had answered all their questions she was sitting, waiting for Kelly to tell her what was going to happen next when she overheard Kelly's boss yelling at her. "What the hell happened Sackett? You go AWOL for two days. Why didn't you call in?" Sue couldn't stand the glassy look of pain on Kelly's face anymore and walked in stating. "She was shot in the shoulder. I patched it up the best I could, but she needs to go see a doctor, not stand around here being grilled. Can't you see she's about ready to pass out again?" "Shot!!! Again? Why the hell wasn't I told? Let me see!" She ordered Kelly motioning Sue to close the door. Once the door was closed, Sue came up and helped Kelly expose the wound. "Who stitched you up?" She asked and commented about the job when Sue answered she did. "You'll do Arkansas" was all the Lt Woods said opening the door and calling out to Kelly's partner. "Ross, get your ass in here and take you partner to the hospital and get her checked out. Then get back here and tell me why I shouldn't string you up by the nuts for not keeping me in the loop." Looking at the two women she asked. "What the hell am I going to do with you two? Do you know there's a hit out on both of you? The FBI wants you both in protective custody. They still don't know you work for me and I want it to stay that way. You're too good at your job for me to loose you to those idiots who can't keep a secret" The stout woman noticed how the witness hovered protectively over her wounded officer and the start of a plan formed in her head. Hours later, Sue found herself in another small set of rooms almost identical to the one where she nursed Kelly the first days they were together. Kelly's boss had informed her that she would have to stay there for a few weeks until they could get everything under control. Sue wondered how she had gotten into this mess. Kelly and Sue danced around each other for a week. They both were getting edgy being stuck in the small apartment. Sue did all the cooking because Kelly couldn't fix a meal enough to a feed barn mouse according to the little blonde. Every night as Kelly sat down to eat; she complained how Sue was trying to make her fat. Her only release was sneaking down to the gym in the middle of the night to run on the treadmill. They took turns sleeping on the bed, even though Sue wanted Kelly sleep there because of her shoulder. Neither one of them was brave enough to talk about the elephant in the room of how they seemed to be attracted to each other. It came to a head three weeks later. Kelly was having the nightmare again. Sue, hearing her moans, went to see if Kelly was having problems with her shoulder. Both of them were in long T-shirts and underwear to sleep in. What neither one of them realized was that they unconsciously wore each others night clothes. That night, Kelly had thrown off the T-shirt at the start of the dream. All she could feel was the unrelenting heat. She wanted to find cool as she fought through the flashback. Sue saw Kelly's unseeing eyes, opened and filled with terror. She didn't know what to do. She tried talking to Kelly, but she was caught up wrestling with her demons. A scream ripped the night. Sue was by Kelly's side holding onto her so she wouldn't injure herself. She felt when Kelly came awake. Kelly, not prepared for the compassion, finally broke from the stress of the memory. All Kelly did was turn her head and cried into the young woman's bosom as Sue rocked her whispering to her. "Shh, we're safe now. I'll take care of you... We're safe." Sue didn't ask, didn't care. She just soothed the troubled woman as her tears fell. Soon she felt Kelly slip back into sleep and she stayed with her to keep her safe from the demons of the night. Kelly woke more refreshed than she had felt in years. She felt warm and heard the heart beat under her ear as she came aware. When she opened her eyes, she again saw a river of white gold. She moved, flinching at the twinge from her shoulder. The movement woke Sue as she opened her eyes; she knew hazel ones would be looking at here. She didn't say anything to Kelly as she wondered how this would affect them. Kelly just leaned up and gave her a quick soft kiss. "Thank you." She said as she got up and headed naked into the bathroom. Sue Ellen could still feel the warmth of Kelly's lips on hers as her heart tripled hammered in her chest. No one, man or woman, had made her feel this way. She fought with her beliefs of what was right and wrong. She knew she yearned for the touch of the older woman, but she also knew what her church had said about the sins of the flesh between the same sexes. In the bathroom Kelly was lecturing herself. "Get a grip. It was a simple thank you kiss." She told her reflection. "I've given harder longer kisses to my little brother for God's sake. It's not like we made out with a grab and grope session. Wouldn't Mark have a field day with this?" Shaking her head she tried to convince herself. "Girls can give each other comfort. It's not like I want to jump her bones." At that her stomach grumbled. Kelly put on the short robe, not realizing it was Sue Ellen's and decided to fix her friend breakfast. She swore she wasn't going to get all weird about this. Sue Ellen watched with interest as Kelly moved around the small apartment. Saving You Saving Me After that things calmed down as the two shared their lives with each other. It was another two weeks before they had to be at court for the arraignment hearing. Kelly's arm had almost completely healed and without knowing it, the two women became comfortable with the little innocent strokes and caresses that passed between them during the day. From that night on, they agreed that they would share the bed. No sense in being ungracious about things, they thought. Honestly, it wouldn't be the first time for either of them, where they had to share a bed with another female. Neither one of them mentioned, that more often than not, they always woke up cuddled together. Kelly was tired of hiding and was glad when they got into her Mustang and headed to the office. She escorted Sue into the Lt. Woods office. Once they closed the door, the LT gave them the bad news. "When we are done at court, the AG's office is issuing a witness warrant on Miss McClellan. They want her in their custody until the trial. We haven't been able to find out who put the ticket on your heads yet, but from what Ross has been able to find out, they're looking hard for both of you." "Well looking isn't finding." Kelly shot to her supervisor. "Why don't we keep Sue Ellen? If they haven't found my hole yet, they never will." Kelly asked looking the frightened face of her friend and charge. "It's out of my hands. I've been out voted and out ranked. We'll escort Miss McClellan to the court and from then on, she's out of our hands. Sackett, you can leave your car here. No one but us knows about it. Everyone knows about your Harley, bring that. I want to see that slimy attorneys face when you ride up on it. Ross can bring our guest in the Escalade." Kelly hated leaving Sue at the cop shop, but she knew better than to buck her boss when she got that look on her face. An hour later they were all ready. The LT took her BMW, Kelly took her Harley and Delmar followed in Patty's Escalade. They left Sue Ellen's pick in Kelly's mustang for safe keeping. Kelly loved riding her Fatboy, but she was uneasy for some reason. She kept looking back at Delmar's car to make sure it was there. She was glad she decided to bring her twin glocks and badge. She felt she just might need them. She would always thank herself for that forethought. They pulled up in front of the court house and Kelly hadn't even killed the motor on her Hog when the two cars pulled up behind her. She carefully pulled off her riding gloves and waited to take off her helmet. That again, saved her life. As soon as Sue Ellen stepped out of the SUV, Kelly noticed a familiar face. It was the fourth man at the bus stop. She watched as he motioned with his hand and her stomach dropped. Kelly flipped up her dark windshield and yelled at Sue Ellen. "It's him! RUN!" At the sound of her voice, the man looked over at Kelly and she saw the look of shock on his face. That was the second she needed. She yanked out a glock and fired as she revved her bike. Time slowed as she watched her supervisor and partner respond. She heard the squeal of tires as another car came screeching up and someone pointed a mac-10 out the window. Kelly kicked her bike into first gear and jumped the curb. She yelled for everyone to get down. Digging her riding boots into the custom floor boards, she reached out her left hand to Sue Ellen, tossing the glock at Delmar. "Grab on" She screamed and she passed the frightened girl. She felt the heavy thud as a round found her vest. Grabbing Sue Ellen's arm, she pulled her onto the seat behind her and kicked the hog into second gear. She felt dizzy for a second, but just shook her head to clear her vision and ran her bike through the gears as fast as possible. She was thankful that she had the shop trim her bike for speed. She felt the burning sensation down her right leg as she looked down, seeing the gas flowing out of her tank. "Fuck!" She screamed in frustration. Looking in her mirror, she saw her partner go down and prayed she wouldn't have to add another tear to her leg. Kelly used every trick her uncle taught her about riding to get them the hell out of there. She came screeching around the corner to the office and slid the big bike on its side into the garbage dumpster and yanked Sue off behind her a second before impact. Pulling on Sue Ellen's, arm she egged her on. "Get to Flicka.... My car... She's our only hope. I know we've been followed." It was with despair, that she saw the spark that ignited the gas. Pushing Sue Ellen into her Mustang, she shoved her down into the back seat and jumped in. Flicking the hidden switch and pushing the start button next to it, the 425 horse-power motor came to life with a roar. Without looking, she pulled out past her Hog, which was fully engulfed in flames as she headed to the next street. She didn't have time to mourn the loss of her custom ride. "Go slow, Go slow" She told herself as she saw the car coming around the corner, stopping before her burning bike. As soon as she made the next corner and didn't see any cars following them, she let her pony run. "Fuck it!" She exclaimed as she floored the car onto the freeway hitting seventy five in less than five seconds as she tried to think of her next move. From behind her Sue asked. "Can I get up now?" Putting action to her words she looked over the seat and saw the blood running down Kelly's pants. "Your leg..." "You hit?" Kelly asked with a gasp. "No, how bad is it?" "Not a problem if I don't look at it." Their exchanges of information were quick and precise. "Find a place to pull over so I can look." Sue told Kelly. We've got to make some miles. As soon as I feel we're safe, I'll pull over." "Bullshit!" Sue exclaimed. It won't do either of us any good if you pass out behind the wheel." That got Kelly's attention. It was the first time she ever heard Sue Ellen swear. "You're pale already and I need to know how bad you're hit. Pull over." "Fine, at the next exit," Kelly told Sue Ellen. "We need to turn around anyway and get some gas." She pulled of the freeway and pulled up to the closest pump and hopped out pulling out her charge card to pay for the gas. "Don't," Sue yelled. "Can't they track you with that?" "Yeah that's the point. I want them to think we're headed north." "Where are we headed?" Sue asked confused. "South East." She sagged against the car as her leg throbbed. Not knowing who she could trust after the ambush, she decided to go to the only place she felt safe. Sue Ellen went into the station to get the bathroom key. She knew she had to slow down the bleeding or they wouldn't make it much farther. Coming back out, she pulled Kelly with her around the side of the station with a key that had a big piece of wood attached. Pushing Kelly in the small room, she turned on the light. "Let me see." Sue told her. As she bent down to examine the leg wound. "There's nothing I can do about this until we get someplace I can work. Are you hurt anywhere else?" She asked seeing Kelly wince. "Yeah my head hurts and I can't breath that well." Kelly answered, trusting Sue Ellen to help her. Looking for blood in Kelly's hair, she brushed against her and saw the grimace. Pulling her shirt up, she saw the bottom of the vest. Pulling it up further, she saw the residue of led and a small tear. Grabbing the Velcro straps, she pulled them fast knowing it was going to hurt. She lifted the front of the vest and pulled up the tank top under it looking for a hole or blood. She saw the big bruise and knew if her ribs were broken it would be better to have the vest on to keep them in place. Pulling everything back down, she looked into Kelly's pain glazed eyes and told her. "Take a deep breath. This is going to hurt but its better to leave this strapped on." She waited until Kelly took a full breath and wrapped the Velcro straps as tight as she could. Sue held her up until her eyes cleared again. Sue bent down and ripped the bottom of her dress and wrapped Kelly's leg, tying a knot over the wound with a pressure bandage. "This is the best I can do. You need a hospital." "No," she hissed. "If we go in, they'll find us. We need to put some miles behind us. The farther from Memphis we get, the better. We need to take 78 South to Birmingham then cut over to Atlanta. If we're lucky, no one has followed us." Taking her cell phone out, she threw it in the trash. "You aren't going to make it that far. We can stop at some place along the way. First we need to stop at a Wal-Mart or drug store for a first-aid kit. Do we have any cash other than the hundred I have left?" "Yeah, I have a survival bag in the trunk. It has about five hundred in it. That should take us to where we're going." Without waiting for any more questions, Kelly started for the door. Sue instantly lent her support to the injured woman. "Fine I'll drive." Sue Ellen said as they neared the car. As Sue was helping Kelly in, she heard some boys behind her say. "What a waste, two sexy women and their dykes." Kelly nodded her head and Sue walked around the car to get in the drivers seat without comment. Sue took the 240 bypass and found a Rite Aid before the 78 interchange. She pulled up next to the door and told Kelly. "I'll be back as soon as I can." "Get some scissors while you're at it. We might need them." "Okay, I'll be right back, hold on. It's my turn to take care of you." "Just go." Kelly said so Sue Ellen wouldn't see the tears she felt behind her eyes. Fifteen long minutes later Sue walked out to the car and dumped the stuff in the back seat as she got in. Without a word, she left the parking lot. When she hit the interstate, she pressed the gas and felt the car lurch with the power under the hood. Before she knew it, she was going eighty, holding the wheel in a death grip. "What's wrong? Kelly asked groggily. "They're looking for us. We're on the news. They said two were dead and three were injured in the shoot out. No names were mentioned but they have our descriptions." "Okay... slow up. Don't speed or we'll get stopped. Be the best driver you can and get us the hell out of here." Kelly said fighting the pain. It was getting dark when Sue found a little Motel just off the main freeway. She pulled in and asked Kelly. "Where's the cash? I used a good part of mine. What do I do if they want to see ID?" "Slip them a C-note." Kelly hissed. "That should be enough ID for a place like this. Be imaginative with the guest card." She leaned her head back breathing deeply to control the throb in her leg and head. "Okay. I'll be right back." Sue Ellen said as she left, hoping that it didn't take too long. Another ten minutes passed before Sue got back in and pulled the Mustang around the back. Once inside, Kelly was hissing against the pain as Sue undressed her. Kelly tried asking her inane question to keep herself distracted. "So did they ask for ID?" "Yes, and you were right, a picture of Mr. Franklin was enough. I told him that me and my girlfriend needed some privacy. That is why he gave us the furthest back room and told me to keep the noise down." "What did you put on the registration card?" "June Cleaver, 1122 Beaver Trail, Dikes Head, Montana." She giggled as she told Kelly. "Shit, you didn't... Fuck, I would have loved to see their face." Knowing she was going to hurt Kelly, Sue diverted her attention by bringing something up that had been bothering her. "I wish you would stop using that word. I mean I know you have been around some of the worst people known to man, but I hate it. That's all he said as he forced me. How I was such a good fuck and he was going to fuck me..." "Okay, why didn't you say something sooner? Kelly asked. "Let's go lay you down. This might make you pass out." Sue Ellen said, getting ready to go to work. "I don't know, we were in your house and my mom always said as long as you live in someone else's house you live by their rules." Seeing the look on Sue Ellen's face, Kelly changed the subject. "You know you're going to have to cut your hair. Also, loose the dresses and skirts. My jeans should fit you in the hips if not in the leg. In Atlanta we can stop at a Goodwill or something and get some other clothes. We have to change your appearance. You're too easily recognized they way you look now." Sue just nodded and she bent to her labor. The night manager walked by the room and was going to peek in on the beautiful blonde through a curtain that he knew never fully closed all the way, when he heard the loud grunting moan and the girl who paid him say. "I know it hurts sweetie, but I have to shove it all the way in first, then it will feel better. I promise." He decided that NO he really didn't want to know and walked away. Two sleepless days later, they pulled up in front of a medium sized house that was across from a beach in South Carolina. It took them so long because Kelly insisted in taking the back roads. Sue Ellen helped Kelly up the stairs to the covered porch and was about to push the button when the door flew open. "LeighAnne, what in Gods name..." a stocky middle aged woman gasped as she saw the condition of her daughter. "Hi mom, we need a place to stay..." Was all Kelly got out before she collapsed in Sue Ellen's arms. Kelly's mom looked at the young woman holding her daughter and said. "Bring her this way if you can. We can put her on the couch then you can pull her car into the garage. I've seen the news." Before Sue Ellen could say a word, a boy about Sue's age came bounding in as asked. "Is that Flicka? Where's LeighAnne? Whoa, who are you?" Kelly's mom just looked at the boy and told him. "Yes, park it in the garage and go get your father." Seeing the confusion on the boys face she added "NOW!" Seeing the look on his mom's face and his sister, he instantly complied. Looking at the confused girl in front of her she said. "Don't mind Rory, he idolizes his sister. You must be tired. Do you think we can get her into her room?" "Where is it?" Sue asked as she gently picked up Kelly and held her close. "My, you are stronger than you look. Good... This way," The middle aged woman headed up the stairs and led Sue to the room that still had pictures of a younger Kelly on the walls. "Just lay her in the bed. When Harold gets here he can look at her. "I need to remove the pressure off the bandages and her ribs." Sue Ellen said as she pulled out her pick and sliced down the pants that were holding the bandage on her leg. Ignoring the gasp, Sue did what was necessary to cut the clothes off her friend. Sue finally looked at the older woman and asked her to help with the vest. "She might have broken ribs but she needs to be able to breathe. I've had this thing cinched as tight as I dared." Sue finished cutting off the dirty blouse and reached for the Velcro straps "I see. Here I'll get the front and you get the back." Looking down at her daughter she softly asked. "What have you done to yourself this time child?" Sue answered without thinking. "She's saved my life more than once, now we're being chased." Sue refused to look into the older woman's eyes as she tented Kelly. "Yes, well, there will be time for all that later. You look about done in yourself. Why don't you take the next bedroom?" Mrs. Sackett was a lot of things, but blind wasn't one of them. She saw the wounds and the tender way the young woman was caring for her daughter. "No, she has nightmares and I don't want her busting open her wounds." Sue Ellen said with conviction. "She needs a doctor, but she's stubborn and I've used everything I know just to get her here." "Okay, but you need rest too." Thinking fast, she told the girl. "I'll pull the hide-a-bed so you can be close. Harold's on his way. He'll set everything right. By the way, her guns and your knife need to go in the safe." "The number is 13757" They said in unison. Shocked Mrs. Sackett added "I see. The safe is right behind the last set of books. You might want to toss her badge in there too." *** If she was awake she would have know it was a dream. She knew she could never be this happy, she had lived too hard and burned too many bridges. She felt the warmth of her lover behind her and wanted to do nothing more than snuggle in for the duration, then the baby cried and she jolted awake. Sue Ellen was right there when Leigh jolted awake. She waited as blue eyes and hazel connected. She smiled at the clarity in them this time. She knew the worse was past and she was coming back to her. "Hey you" LeighAnne Kelline Sackett croaked. "Hey you yourself, I wondered when you would come out of it. You need to stop doing this. I don't know if I can live through it again. Your dad said..." Sue Ellen said with a catch in her voice. "My dad!!!" She jerked trying to sit up. "Lay still, if you undo all our work I'll be really mad." Sue scolded. "How long have I been out this time?" Kelly/LeighAnne asked confused. "Five days. The fever broke last night and your dad said the bullet didn't break any ribs but bruised your lung. You'll have another scar on your leg but it's healing nicely and you should have full use of it again. It was a through and through like we thought. Do you like my hair? Your mom fixed it for me. I'm also supposed to tell you that you are supposed to take it easy." Sue Ellen was rambling but couldn't help it. She was so happy Leigh/Kelly was awake again. "Rory wants to drive Flicka but mom won't let him. Why didn't you tell me your real name was LeighAnne? I like that much better than Kelly." Sue Ellen said as she was stroking her face. "Fine, you can call me LeighAnne, only if I can call you Ellen." She said calling the woman's bluff. "I hate Sue. It sounds like someone calling a pig." She answered not caring that she was enjoying the other woman's touch. "Fine, I'm Ellen and your Leigh, at least to me." She said with a smile. "Now that's settled, what do you want for breakfast?" Unknown to both of them, they had an audience. Mrs. Sackett leaned into her husband and said. "See I told you so. They're both oblivious, but look at their faces. What are we going to do?" Looking at the women the Doctor replied. "Let them figure it out, then welcome her into the family if that's what meant to be." "Oh, yeah like LeighAnne is going to let it be that easy. That young woman hasn't had it easy either." Thinking about it she added. "I don't care what anyone says, those two are meant to be together. Taboo or no taboo, love is love and those two love each other." "You don't have to convince me." Her husband chuckled. "It's LeighAnne's thick head you have to deal with not mine. Not that I don't know where she gets it from." He smiled down at his wife. Melinda Sackett watched for a week, the two of them tiptoeing around their feelings for each other. She also saw the unconscious strokes and pats that passed between her stubborn daughter and the young woman she had brought home. Her wounds were healing, and she hoped her heart as well. Every now and again, she would snap a picture of them without their knowledge, with the digital camera LeighAnne bought her last Christmas. It all came to a head one day after they had found out what had happened back in Memphis. Delmar was shot, but survived his injuries so did the LT even though she was taking a transfer. LeighAnne had got the man behind the kidnappings with her first shot, but there still had to be an inquest. Mrs. Sackett informed the new Lieutenant that her daughter was taking sick leave to heal. The guy, who Ellen had sliced, made a deal and showed the police where they were keeping the other girls. The warrant was lifted and Ellen and Leigh didn't have to hide anymore. It was Rory who brought it to a head when she asked his sister. Saving Yourself? Jessica was a young girl for her class, only just about eighteen, but she acted like she was twice everyone's age. She thought that was why all of the guys did not pay attention to her. But, the truth was that she was frigid. One of those "saving myself for my husband" types. The guys did pay attention to her. How could they not dream about a body like that? Her breasts were perfectly shaped and much larger than any other girl her size. And, that ass...that ass was perfection. Round and pert, you could bounce quarters off of it. It had a way of swaying when she walked. And, it just so happened that that sway is what caught the eye of Nick Hays. This nineteen year old was rich. Or, his father was. That's where he learned he could have anything he wanted. And, Nick wanted Jessica's ass. Too bad for him Jess hated rich kids, especially rich kids like Nick. Late one night at school, Jessica was working to finish paper that she didn't have the time to finish. Desperate to complete her work, she decided to pull some paragraphs from a paper she found online. That's when Nick thanked his lucky stars because he had just walked into the deserted computer lab to see what happened. "Ooo, plagiarism, Jess? That's a serious offense," Nick cackled. Jess spun around with a look of terror in her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything but mumble. "I better go tell Mr. Bryce about this," he said as he turned a walk out of the lab. Jess quit out of her programs and ran after Nick. She found him outside behind the main school house. "Please, Nick don't tell Mr. Bryce. I'll never get into college," she pleaded. "You should have thought about that before you broke the rules," Nick mockingly admonished her. "Please, Nick. I'll do anything." And, then he said it, "Show me your tits." Jess did a double take. Even in her panicked state this was that last thing she expected to hear. "What? No. No way." "Well," Nick sighed. "I guess it's goodbye college for you." "Fine. I'll make a deal: I'll show you my breasts and you will forget about this." Jess hoped he'd buy it. When Nick nodded, she moved into a crevice behind the building that provided some privacy and slowly reached for the buttons of her sweater. Already the cold had made her nipples stiff. Or was it really the cold? Once the last button was undone she parted her sweater and brandished her bra covered breasts. "Well..." Nick said expectantly. "Take off that bra." Jess sunk low. She hoped he would be fin with just seeing the bra. She let her sweater fall off her shoulders and then reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Then let that fall too. Nick surveyed her perfect breasts and the hard nipples jutting out into the air. Then he reached out and took her right breast in his hand. "Hey! You said 'show me'" Jess demanded. "I lied," Nick said as he forced his tongue into her mouth to silence her. Now, both hands grasped Jess's tits like vices. Nick pushed her back against the wall and pushed his body against hers. Jess's tits hurt like Nick was try to rip them off, but what was this feeling inside her, shooting down her spine and ending at her most sensitive of spots. She could feel the bulge in his pants press into her crotch. And, for a moment that was all Jess could think about. But, then one hand left her breasts and Jess could hear the zip of Nick's pants and the sound of them falling to the ground. Nick pushed Jess to the ground and as she opened her mouth to say, "No" he pushed his cock into her mouth. Jess couldn't believe what was happening. A tear trickled down her cheek. Nick began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth fucking her face. His hand grabbed a full fist of her hair and with it he forced her head back and forth. Jess tried to stop him, but she couldn't. Nick was too strong. With one final push and pull of the hair, Nick's cum shot down Jess's throat and she choked on it. He kept his dick in her mouth forcing her to swallow all of it A feeling quaked through Jess's body. Was it fear? Yes, but it was something else. Nick pulled his semi-hard cock of Jess's mouth. As she panted, Nick wiped his penis on her face. "What the hell are you doing?!" Jess said. "Oh, you're just cranky 'cause haven't had your turn. I'm sorry." Nick joked and lifted Jess up and through her against the wall face first. He pinned her against the wall with his hand lifted up her skirt. "Mmmm, you got a perfect ass, Jess," Nick said as he groped her ass. "Let's see how your pussy is doing." "No, please stop." She desperately didn't want him to touch her there because of what he might find, but it was too late. Nick reached under her crotch and ripped Jess's panties off. He pressed his finger into her pussy up to the second knuckle and a small moan escaped her lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Nick turned Jess around a buried his face in her crotch. While his middle finger continued fucking her pussy, his tongue licked and massaged her clit. She meant to push his head away from her, but Jess found her hands pushing Nick's face against her pussy. Her body shook and sweat glistened on her body. Everything disappeared and all that was left was Nick's tongue and her loud moans. Then it all became too much and an orgasm rippled from her pussy outward. Nick pulled away and caught his breath. His cock was back to full strength and he stood back up to push Jess's legs apart. Positioning his cock at her swollen pussy lips, he jammed it through her cherry finding no resistance at all from Jess. She just moaned louder than she had before. "Shut up, you don't want Mr. Bryce to see you like this," Nick said and stuffed her ripped panties into her mouth. Then he hooked her knees with his elbows and lifted Jess into the air where fucked her against the wall. The animal grunts that were hardly muffled by the panties in her mouth, signaled Jess's utter submission. She liked being forced. Nick gave one last giant thrust and Jessica came again even harder than before. Nick dropped her to the ground jacked his cock off in her face. She looked up just in time to look right into the blast of his cum onto her face and into her hair. As dribbles of cum flowed down her face and chin, Jess heard the click of a camera phone. That son of a bitch took a picture her, tits hanging out, hair mussed up, skirt riding up with the crotch of her panties ripped away, the remnants of which were stuffed n her mouth, and cum on her. "Aww, Jess. You look just precious in this photo," Nick said sarcastically. "I wonder what the guys will think or Mr. Bryce...or your parents." That's when Jess's eyes shot open. She spit her panties of he mouth and begged, "Please, Nick. Don't do that. I'll do whatever you like; just don't send that to my parents." What was she doing? She was on her knees begging the guy she hated most and her pussy was burning. What was she? "Okay, that was just pathetic enough to save yourself. But, I'm keeping this for my own enjoyment and to ensure no cries of 'rape'. Now that we know what a slut you are, I don't think I need this picture to have you. But, I'm gonna keep it just to keep you in line. Now clean my dick." Jess submissively licked clean every inch of his dick. Before when he raped her face with it, she didn't have a chance to taste it. She tasted him and smelled her own juices on is penis. The mixture of his spunk in her juices was heavenly. She found herself worshipping his penis. It's size. It's length. It's power. Her pussy burned for another cock. More cock. She wanted it. Needed it. When Jess finished, she tucked Nick's cock back into his pants and zipped them up for him. "Good job, slut." Nick said and left her there disheveled, almost naked, and cum covered. "Slut"? No. That couldn't be her. Or could it? ---------------------------------- This is my first stab at writing one of these stories. It's loosely based on my own experiences. Please give me your feedback so I can improve.