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Laura Ch. 01

By: syrensong



"Hello, is anyone home?" I called as I entered my Grans home. At least, that's how I still thought about it, despite the sad feeling that I experienced when I remembered that she passed away a few months earlier.

She had been a wonderful friend to me since my earliest days and the house, a rented townhouse in a development of similar units, built in 50's England to provide adequate, controlled rent accommodation for many families. I had lived in a similar house until my parents purchased one of their own, nine years ago, about five miles away. 

My Grans house was taken over by Mom's younger brother, Frank who, with his wife Laura, had lived there since their marriage. And thus it was that I continued my visits to this home of so many happy memories. During my middle school years, with the school near to her house, daily lunch breaks were spent there and we became very close. Laura was often home, having a part time job as a beautician, and when the length demanded, she'd cut my hair.

She is a very vivacious and attractive lady, generous and caring, and thinking back I can remember fantasizing about her even then. She always treated me as an adult, and since my growing interests in literature and music were similar to hers, we became good friends, with her taking me to my first symphony concert, a day of discovery that has strongly influenced my whole life. I think she looked on me as a young brother, though I, as I became older, began to think of her as something very different.

Frank is a great guy, handsome and a hard worker. He is a skilled machinist, well paid and knowing only too well that I was always in need of extra cash, often gave me a few dollars to supplement my allowance. But, as I learned later, his interests tended to beer and snooker with his friends at the local club.

My attendance at the local school continued until I was sixteen, at which time I changed to a Technical college closer to home, and at eighteen began work in an engineering company, attending the local university one day and two evenings per week. The university was located on the route back home, a short distance from my Grandma's area, so I arranged to spend that time, maybe an hour, with her during those two evenings.

I'm very glad now that I did so, for she died later that fall. Laura insisted that I continue the arrangement, and so we return to the beginning.

Receiving no reply, I looked around, checked upstairs and could hear the shower in the bathroom. Assuming that it was Laura I went down and made tea for both of us. She came down a short time later, and not knowing I was there, had not fully closed her robe. As she entered the room, I was presented with this incredible sight of my beautiful aunt in a half open robe. I had dreamed about her many times, but seeing her like this, that she was lovelier than I could imagine, and my not inconsiderable beast reacted faster than I could.

"Sorry Laura," I stammered, "I tried to let you know I was here, but you were in the shower." I tried to look away, but couldn't. She saw the confusion on my face, the obvious bulge in my pants and with what I thought, and hoped was a slight delay; she casually closed and belted her robe.

"No harm done. I came down for a cuppa and I see you have made some. Sit down and relax, I'll dry my hair and be with you in a few minutes."

She did and she was. I was glad of those few minutes, for they allowed me to sit down, and without thinking chose the sofa, and tried to arrange my clothes so that my stubborn erection was not so apparent. Indeed, my only wish at that moment was enough time to take it out and relieve myself from this quite unexpected turn on.

When Laura came in, still dressed in her robe, which was usual, she sat by me, as was usual and began to talk to me about school, her latest records, some of her more odd clients, all as we had done many times before. I could not concentrate on anything she said, being conscious only of this wildly provocative woman sitting next to me, being completely naked under her robe.

Though I had seen her many times before in the same way, this just was not the same thing, and the more I thought the harder I became as I understood that she had only just a robe between us. A little mental arithmetic: Mom is 39, so Frank is 35, which makes Laura 32.

She continued to talk about her life and I detected a note of desperation of her need to confide all the feelings and frustrations that had built up inside her. As she became more agitated her robe slipped open, revealing her smooth shapely legs up to the middle of her thighs, and she moved to close it. I held her arm and pleaded, "Please, no. I love to look at your legs and have spent many hours wondering where they went when they disappeared under your skirt."

She looked at me, seeing perhaps, for the first time, not her young nephew but a tall, strong and not unpleasing young man who was showing her more attention and affection than she had received for some time. I think it was then that she really noticed the growth in my pants that I was still trying to hide.

Looking surprised, she allowed the robe to stay open as she carried on with her narrative, saying that though married for nine years they had no children and that Frank seemed more interested in his club activities than her. He wished to go out to the pubs and ball games, while she wanted to go to the theatre and concert halls, and this evening was typical in that he had gone to meet his buddies to play in a snooker match, and would return, probably after eleven, not drunk but sleepy and content. He was still always kind and considerate, never ill-treated her, but just the reverse.

They had no common interests and were slowly drifting apart to the stage now where they were like two friends living in the same house. As she spoke she became more animated, her color heightened, making her excitingly attractive. I touched my hand to her face as a of gesture of comfort, and she, in return, put her hand on my thigh for reassurance, I don't know whether she realized it, but her hand was dangerously near my erection and her wrist was resting against it. No need to describe the effect!

Exhausted by her revelations, she leaned her head against my shoulder as if to gain some energy from me. As she did so the top of her robe loosened, giving my delighted eyes a view of her high firm breasts. She saw my obvious attention, but made no attempt to close her robe. Indeed, as she nestled onto me it opened even more. I forced my attention back to her face, only to see the tears forming in her eyes. Never having been in this situation before, I was at a loss to know to do, so I bent over and kissed her; just a light touch on the lips to say, don't worry, all will be well, you can count on me for anything, just as you helped me in the past..

For a long moment she remained still, and then, glory be, she put both arms around my neck and returned my kiss with interest! Full open mouth and tongue, giving those little of sounds of pleasure, which only intensifies one's own. Without knowing, I had wrapped my arms around her so tightly that she was forced to push me away to take a breath.

"Easy," she smiled breathlessly, "You'll break me in two," and putting her arms around me again, resumed that glorious, all consuming kiss. I held her as tightly as I possibly could without actually fracturing her ribs, though later she told me she feared I would.

While she may not of been fully aware of my aroused state at the beginning, there no way it could be disguised now. Holding her as close as I was, there was no mistaking its presence now, as it was boring hard into her thigh. I tried to move it, but she, somehow, maneuvered it to her lower thighs and let it stay there. 

I have had several girlfriends, with each one helping me to explore the many delights of the female body while they, in turn, gained the same from me. It never ceased to amaze me that the girls are as intent as the boys to indulge in this mutually thrilling adventure. My present girl permits, encourages and participates wholeheartedly in our quest for each and every sexual experience, short only of actual intercourse. We take and give each other orgasmic relief in the many other ways available, but must confess to yet being a virgin.

We continued to kiss, each straining against the other, and my hand slowly inched its way up her body until I reached and cupped her breast. She trembled, but made no effort to discourage my liberty. I reached inside her robe and again held her breast, reveling in its satiny texture, and began to tease her nipple to hardness. She began to squirm under my touch and I moved my attention to the other creamy globe with the same encouraging result.

After a few minutes of this incredible action we were both quivering with excitement and I was desperately pushing against her thighs, trying to achieve some friction on my throbbing cock. I opened her robe and gazed at her beautiful body, almost hypnotized by the picture I had so longed to see, and began to trace my fingers down its exquisite length. 

She stopped me at her navel. I tried to proceed but she firmly restrained me, and, sitting up, looked at me, and seeing the mixture of disappointment and undisguised lust in my eyes, released my hand, and with a shrug, which could only be interpreted as 'oh, what the hell,' then she slipped out of her robe, put one arm around my neck, placed her other hand on my raging rod and kissed me so passionately that my toes began to curl.

My now unrestrained hand resumed its travel, tickling her tummy and, and with excruciating slowness, encompassed her whole being. She shuddered and pushed against my palm, opening those lovely legs as she did so. Using one finger only I traced the small cleft of her lips up and down until I felt the shape of her pleasure button, and began to gently massage it's nub. The effect was electrifying.

Her whole body quivered, and arching her back began to squeeze and massage my grateful shaft. I slowly inserted one finger into her, moving and vibrating it as I went deeper. She pushed to accept more, so I inserted a second finger and continued the action. She began moaning and writhing, all the time repaying the attention to me.

I lowered my head to her shivering breasts, and satisfying a long time desire, I nuzzled my face between them, experiencing their indescribable satin-like texture. I kissed one then the other, not knowing which one to feast on first. I sucked, licked and kissed both, flicking her nipples with my tongue until she began to shake quite violently.

She pressed my fingers more deeply into her, and realizing what she was trying to achieve, I pumped as hard as I could whilst adding extra stimulation by using my thumb to massage her clitoris. Her breathing became labored, her head went back against my arm, until, abruptly, she stiffened, emitted a long and drawn out moan of pleasure and began to spasm. She twisted violently, squeezing my hand between her thighs and rubbing her own hardened nipples. Her grip on my rod tightened so hard that I wondered if it would ever recover.

Slowly, she began to relax, her breathing slowed, she released my still rigid shaft and brought her lips to mine in a different kind of kiss, of infinite sweet completion. No words were necessary to convey the emotional absolution we had achieved together.

I held her close with her head on my chest and we remained, unmoving for what seemed an eternity, but which, in reality lasted maybe two minutes. Her hand mercifully returned to the place that hungered for her touch. I was still hard, and, after squeezing for a few moments she slid onto her knees between my legs, unzipped my pants and slipped them off. My old friend stood smartly to attention as she took him in her hands and began rolling him between her palms.

She wrapped both hands around him, one above the other and I was gratified to see that the head still protruded. I think that she was also quite impressed for she softly kissed the head, and began to slide both hands round in opposing directions, to and fro, while using her lips and tongue. I squirmed and pushed until she released one hand, cupped my balls and took the beast fully into her moist, warm, accommodating mouth, or, at least, as much as she could, and I was selfishly urging more by holding her head and thrusting into her myself. I felt her begin to gag, pulled away and immediately slackened my pressure on her head. She paused, took a deep breath, and began to stroke me with increasing speed, taking me in a little farther each time while continuing to roll me with her tongue.

The multiple sensations of her marvelous mouth were indescribable. I had never felt so much pleasure before, and silently implored for it to last forever. But, as much as I wanted it to last, I was also frantic to achieve that climax which is so paramount to the male experience.

We both felt that familiar tightening of my balls, and with a final urgency, she took almost the full extent of my eager erection into her willing mouth as I exploded in a violent series of seemingly endless ejaculations. She withdrew slightly, and still containing me, continued to work me with hands, lips and tongue until I was completely spent, and the beast, finally satiated, relaxed and I was consumed by that warm glow of contentment, which follows total satisfaction.

Laura made to release me, but being the greedy fellow that I am, I held her head against me for a short while longer. She understood my happiness, and that I wished to prolong this moment and patiently waited until I reluctantly moved my hand. She released me, cleaned her mouth with some tissues and watched me as I struggled to find the right thing to say. 

She reached her hand up to my face and putting her finger to my lips, shook her head slightly as if to say, no words necessary, as, indeed they weren't, except possibly those written by a man's eyes on his grateful heart.

I reached down to her and pulled her up to and over me, so that I had the full length of that wondrous body pressed against mine. I kissed her and pressed my cheek against hers, basking in the feel of her breasts and the slight but unmistakable pressure of my shaft against her pussy. She opened her thighs a little to settle it between them, and rolled her hips to add to the contact. We stayed in that entwined position for a short time, with both moving and twisting in an effort to mold our bodies even closer together.

With my arms tightly around her, I fondled and caressed her body, and feeling her responsive gyrations I whispered the question that was bursting to come out, but which also filled me with apprehension in case I caused any hurt to this beloved creature.

"Please, Laura, can I fuck you properly. I would sincerely love my first time to be with you?"

Just thinking about what I had said caused me to harden, and with us being so tightly fitted she was also very much aware of its increasing presence.

"With all your moans and gasping earlier, I wondered if you would have enough energy to continue," she giggled "I want you as much as you want me, and I think that you are more than ready." and reaching down, she verified that fact in a most pleasing manner. "Yes" she confirmed, "I want to have this inside me now, and to feel you fill me up with your seed."

Realizing that her compliance had shifted the initiative to me, I guided her onto the floor. I had to pause for a moment just simply look at this extraordinary picture. This object of my longtime dreams and imaginings, which usually ended in my masturbating to climax, now lay naked before me as I feasted my eyes on her incredible body, offering a fervent thank you to whatever fates had blessed me with this fulfillment of my utmost fantasies.

Sensing the reason for my prolonged absorption in her body, she, quite deliberately, leisurely, seductively and mind-blowing effectively, gradually opened her legs and placed her hands behind her head. Quite aware what the effect would be, she closed her eyes and arched her hips up towards me in an unmistakable gesture of invitation. That did it. Much as I wanted to continue to gloat over this tableau, there were other things I wanted more.

Placing a pillow under her head and her hips, I tenderly lowered myself on to her, supporting my weight on my elbows and knees, and thrilled to the touch of her vibrant body. She folded her arms around me, kissed me with that urgent passion and pulled me to her. I could feel my shaft pressing into her feathery hair, and it required a high degree of control, which surprised me, to refrain from going where I had longed to go for so many years. Instead, and to her surprise, I kissed her chin, her neck and began to move down her body with my lips and tongue. I paused at her breasts to pay the due homage, and, very slowly, made way down until I reached her soft down hair, that precursor to ecstasy. Descending more, I explored the meeting of her lips to that point where I could insert my tongue fully into her. She gasped, raised her knees, opened her legs as wide as she could, and with both hands on my head, urged me to maximum penetration. I needed no encouragement. 

Putting my hands under her hips, I traced my way to her clit and circled it several times, then returned to her velvety and moist opening, enthusiastically endeavoring to exceed the previous ingress with each effort. As I continued this alternating attention, she was writhing and twisting, moaning and gasping, hoarsely pleading that I did not stop.

I had no intention of stopping what was a totally enjoyable activity, but such was the pressure she was applying to my head that this time I was the one unable to breathe. I responded to her urgency, giving more attention to her button, when she pushed hard against me, went suddenly rigid, uttered a sound I had never heard before, something between a gurgle and a low shriek, and began to shake quite violently. Her pressure on my head increased momentarily, and then subsided, as did her twisting gyrations. I continued my treatment with lessoning intensity, feeling her thighs, which she had clamped to the side of my head; slacken their grip, as she allowed her whole being to gradually relax. I looked up and saw that her eyes were closed so I tenderly licked the soft satin inside of her thighs as I waited for her to recover. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, moist and shining and held out her arms, inviting me up and over her.

Only to happy to comply, I began to retrace my route upwards, kissing and caressing as I went, repeating the salutation to her breasts, until I again achieved that total contact with her body, and could reply to her invitation. Needless to say, my rod was straining to begin the ultimate adventure and nudged against her golden gate, begging for entry. She grasped the beast, squeezed and stimulated it to its maximum size, folded her legs around me and guided it into her.

She put her arms around my neck and filled my mouth with her tongue; while I held her hips close to me as gradually entered her. The head went in, and I felt her tense against the invasion. She seemed very tight, and being without experience and not wishing to hurt her, I partially withdrew. She immediately dropped a hand to my hips to reassure me and to urge me on.

Thus encouraged I discovered to my increasing rapture that on entering her further, she relaxed and her moist velvet sheath accepted my full length until I could feel her mons pressing against me. I just could not believe the indescribable emotions that were coursing through me, bringing pleasures that I had not dreamt of. She tightened her legs around me to seemingly encourage even deeper penetration, and when I pulled back and pushed in as hard as I could, this movement induced such enhanced rapture that I cried out with unrestrained joy.


Laura Ch. 01



"I think I will come with you to that conference, honey." Laura said one evening.

"Really? That would be nice. You might be bored during the day while I am at the proceedings." Vince replied to his wife.

"Not at all, I'll get to do some sight seeing."

"Cool, we can make a little holiday out of it."

******

Vince loosened his tie in the elevator on his way up to the room. It had been a long day and he was alone in the car. There had been several long proceedings while he sat in small barely comfortable chairs. The topics had been interesting, but he felt like he had walked a dozen miles back and forth through the corridors of the hotel's conference centre, and he was worn out.

On the fifth floor a pretty, young women got on the elevator with him. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress that came to mid-thing. She was short; not even coming to Vince's shoulder with her long stiletto heals. She had small, firm looking breasts, and an athletic body. Vince looked down to assess her bum, tight and muscular he decided. Not Vince's usual favorite, but a very nice ass.

Vince wondered what she was doing getting on the elevator from a room floor and going up. She could be going to the gym or the pool on the top floor, but not dressed like that. If she were going to a private party then she would be going to the rooms on the second floor. No, she had to be going to bang some lucky young man she met at the bar down stairs. There was no other possibility, unless she was going to bang some lucky young woman.

"God-damn! That would be a fine thing to see" Vince thought to himself and he stared at her ass and legs. Two lean muscular young women tangling their legs around each other as they gave over completely to passion.

The car came to the 12th floor and the doors opened. Vince reluctantly left the car, but before the doors closed her turned around. Unfortunately, the girl was looking through her purse. She wasn't checking out his ass, she wasn't looking longingly for him to come back to her and ask her to visit his room. She obviously had other plans.

Vince opened the room door with his card key. Music was playing and he could hear Laura singing in the main part of the room.

"Hello, love. How was your day?" Vince called out.

"Oh, hello baby! I'm glad you are home." Laura replied. She came over to Vince. They met by the bed and kissed.

"What did you see?" Vince asked.

"Oh lots of stuff. Beautiful city. I went shopping too."

"What did you get?"

"I'll show you later."

"Okay, I'm going to have a shower. Are you still happy to go out to dinner tonight?"

"Oh, absolutely! I have a place in mind.

Vince stripped off his suit, hung it up and stepped into the bathroom. The water was wonderfully hot. Soon Vince could hear Laura moving in the bathroom as well. A moment later the curtain was drawn back and Laura, naked, stepped into the shower as well.

"May I help you wash?" she asked.

"Please." Vince replied.

Laura wet the sponge, the soaped it up.

"Turn around." she commanded, and Vince obliged.

She started to scrub Vince's broad back.

"Mmm, that feels very nice, Honey." he told her.

She continued to scrub him hard, over his shoulders, across his back, over his buttocks. She soaped his ass for a while. When it was covered in thick suds, she dropped the sponge and massaged his bum with her hands.

"Oh, you are so tense." she said.

She started to slide her small hands in between his ass cheeks, deeper and deeper into his crack. She was soon soaping up his asshole with a finger. She stroked it delicately. Vince was filled with exquisite sensations. He put his hands of the wall in fort of him to steady him. His cock relaxed and started slowly to grow. Laura's hand reached down as far as his balls and she started to softly fondle them. Vince's cock was now raging hard and Laura sipped her other hand around to touch it.

"Oh you are enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Ahh ha." was all Vince could reply.

Laura gripped his cock and started to stroke it up and down. The water and soap ran over his cock in thick globs. Vince reached around behind him to stroke and squeeze Laura's soft round bum. God, he loved that bum. Worshiped it.

After a few moments, Vince turned around to face Laura. He went to touch her breasts but she slapped his hand away.

"No! This is for you." she told firmly.

He reached in a kissed her deeply on the mouth then stood up and relaxed. Laura continued to jerk Vince's cock faster and faster. Vince grabbed hold of the curtain rail to hold himself up. Laura lowered herself down until she was on her knees, with her face level with Vince's cock, which was now so hard that it strained and seemed to stretch its skin. The head of his cock bulged and was now a deep red color.

"Agh, ogh. Oh, God, Laura, honey. I'm going to blow, baby. Oh, fuck its going to be big. Oh fucking Christ this is wonderful. Ugh! Here it is! ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Suddenly cum like liquid firm flew from Vince's cock, it shot well over Laura's shoulder and splattered on the tiled wall behind her.

Laura stuck her mouth over the end of Vince's cock and sucked on it as she continued to pump it with her hand. Piles of cum shot into her mouth which she swallowed down eagerly. Vince collapsed and would have fallen except he kept hold of the curtain rail. He hung there for a while. Once Laura had polished his knob thoroughly she stood up. She smacked Vince on the ass, which smarted on his wet skin.

"Alright, get yourself clean. We have a dinner reservation." she said as she stepped out of the shower.

******

Vince thought the restaurant was very nice. Good food, pleasant staff and Laura kept on rubbing his crotch with her foot under the table. She often pointed out waitresses or female patrons who she thought looked pretty or were wearing beautiful dresses.

"Oh, look at her ass." she said of one particular waitress "tight, yet curvy. I bet she loves to be eaten out, you can just tell." and "I would love to suck on her tits." and things like that.

They kissed in the elevator and Vince pressed her against the wall of the car and squeezed her breasts. Once they were in their room Vince immediately started to unzip Laura's dress. Once it was fully unzipped, it hung on her body loosely. She shuffled her shoulders slightly and it slipped over her arms. Her beautiful rounded breasts were revealed, she hadn't been wearing a bra. She slowly slid the dress down her legs and then stood before Vince in her black lace G-string.

Laura stepped forward and undid Vince's tie, which she threw over a chair. Vince grabbed Laura's bum and kneaded it as she unbuttoned his shirt. Once his shirt was off, she ran her long nails over his tight abs. She purred in appreciation of his toned body and pinched his nipples. Vince brought his hands to Laura's front and softly squeezed her breasts.

"Oh, that's nice. Do it harder."

He squeezed Laura's tits firmly in his hands. He dug his fingers into her soft flesh and slightly twisted her tits.

Laura loved it when Vince squeezed her breasts roughly; it got her juices flowing and made her pussy sizzle. She could feel a wet patch in her panties; she had been so horny all day planning this night for Vince. She unbuckled Vince's belt and undid the zip. His excited cock made a tent of the front of his boxers. She stroked Vince's cock through the fabric and smiled at him.

"Ohh, what do we have here?" Laura asked with sincere curiosity.

With a determined shove, Laura pushed Vince's pants off. He pushed off his shoes and socks, and then stepped out of his pants. They both, just in their underpants, moved over to the bed. Laura lay on her back and Vince immediately leaned over to kiss her neck, collarbone, breast, nipple, belly and navel. He slipped a finger under the front of Laura's G-string. He quickly found Laura's wet, hot opening and started to slip a finger inside. Again, his hand was slapped away.

"No, no." Laura said. "This is for you."

"That's not fair. You said that this afternoon."

"I know." and she smiled "I need you to last a long time later tonight."

Vince's eye bugged.

'She had more planned?' he thought. 'Wow!'

Laura pushed Vince onto his back and leant over his throbbing cock. She held it gently in her hand and examined it. She kissed it, then licked it, then ran a wet finger over its surface.

"This is very nice." she said.

She suckled at the underside of Vince's proud knob and licked under its rim. Vince watched Laura in fascination. She was beautiful with a cock in her mouth. Finally, she took the whole knob into her warm mouth. She bobbed her head up and down slightly taking more and more of his cock inside her.

She could do magic with her tongue and soon it was all Vince could do to stay conscious. She swirled and licked and sucked and tugged. The power built inside Vince. He started to feel a warmth, or a glow, below the base of his cock. It was deep inside his body and it grew. It was a clear white light and it filled him body with ecstatic pleasure. The light grew until he thought it would blind him then it burst out through the tip of his cock like purifying fire.

"Aurph!" Laura squealed as the first shot flew into the back of her throat. She sat back and swallowed. The second shot jumped up Vince's belly and landed at the top of his abs. Laura quickly placed her mouth back over Vince's enraged tip and continued to milk his cock of all his creamy juice. Long after he had finished cuming, Laura was gently suckling on his tender tip.

Then without any warning, his cock started to fill in again. Vince couldn't believe it. Within seconds he was on the verge of cuming again. It hurt a little, but he was so amazed at the sensation of a second orgasm so soon after he had cum.

"Ohhh! Fuck me. I can't believe it. I'm going to blow in your mouth again. Here it is! ARGGGH! Fuck! Fuck me! Argh."

Laura finally let go of him once his knob was clean. She came up and kissed him.

"How was that baby?" she asked.

"Christ almighty. I think I am the first man to have multiple orgasms." Vince replied exhausted.

"We you aren't the first. But it is rare. Congratulations. Now get some sleep, you are going to need it for later."

Vince drifted off trying to imagine what it could be that Laura had in mind for him.



Laura Ch. 01



I have had carnal thoughts about Laura for a long time, since she married into the family when she was about 20. She was about 5'5" and was around 110 pounds; her measurements were approximately 34 x 22 x 36. Laura is now 50, the wife of my wife's cousin John. Over the years after having two beautiful daughters she had gained weight and was now around 160 or so. I have never done anything about my lust for her until now. I am 58, 6' tall about 280 pounds. I have a 9" cock that I would love to give to her in several ways.

We hadn't seen Laura or John for a little while. We received an invitation to her youngest daughter's wedding. We were at a party, they came in and wow, she looked delicious!! Laura had lost about 40 pounds and had gotten her to die for body back. She looked good enough to eat and as I gave her a hug, told her so. She giggled and said thank you. 

Well time came for the wedding. We arrived at the hall, found John and said our hellos. As we were walking towards the room Laura came around a corner. She looked hot, hot and hot!!! Her hair was beautiful, her make-up was beautiful, her dress was (what can I say?), beautiful and molded to her body. My cock instantly started to stir as I took in her loveliness. I decided that if I got the chance I was going to take it!

Throughout the evening I had a couple of chances to take her but something always came between us. At one point I saw her walk outside into the courtyard; it was dark by this point. The wedding was at a kind of park with walkways and benches scattered around. When she walked out I decided that this was the time. I waited a minute and followed her. I looked around and saw her walking on one of the paths a little ways away. I slowly followed, looking around to see if we were alone. We were!! 

Laura followed the pathway around a bend. I quickened my pace and caught up to her as she sat down on a bench. I slowly came up behind her and placed my arm around her chest, my other hand over her mouth. I told her not to worry that if she cooperated I wouldn't hurt her, that I would make her feel very good. I took my hand from her mouth, she started to call out. I replaced my hand over her mouth, tightly and told her not to try that again, that I would hurt her. I asked her if she was going to be quiet and she nodded that she would. I removed my hand from her mouth again and she didn't try to call out. 

I had access to the zipper on the back of her gown and started to pull it slowly down. I got it to the bottom which opened the gown nicely giving me access to her luscious body. She wore a satin, black lace bra covering her beautiful breasts. I un-fastened it and then slid a hand around and under her bra cupping her soft breast in my hand. Her nipple started to get hard as I gently squeezed it, bringing it to life. It started to get hard, either from the cool night air or my squeezing it, or both. I didn't know and I didn't care at that point. 

As I caressed her breast Laura pleaded with me, "Don't do this to me please -- don't hurt me. I don't know who you are and I won't tell anyone if you stop now. Please -- NO -- pleaseee!" I told her, "You soon will know who I am as I slide my 9" cock into your hot pussy!! Relax and enjoy what I am going to do to you Laura! I've waited a long time for this and I'm not going to wait any longer!!"

I pulled her upwards and onto the back of the bench. I pulled her dress off of her shoulders revealing her magnificent tits. I held them both in my hands and caressed them softly. She wasn't fighting me but she wasn't cooperating either. I was going to have to take her by force if that was the way she wanted it. I would rather have her asking me for my cock. Maybe that would still happen. I didn't have a lot of time to mess around. 

I pulled her off of the bench and stood her up. I pushed her gown all the way down off of her body. She was now just in her panty hose and panties which matched the bra that she had worn. I was moving my hands all over her body, feeling, squeezing, kneading and caressing her. I told her that I was going to take her whether she wanted it or not. That it would be better for the both of us if she agreed to it. "I won't let you!! Please let me go," she cried out.

I then told her all right if that's the way she wanted it. I reached down, took a hold of her panty hose and ripped them from her gorgeous body. I then took hold of her panties and ripped them from her body, leaving her naked. I pushed her down to the bench and bent her over the back of it. It wasn't a high back and this left her pussy and ass open to me at just the right height. I took my hand and placed it over her beautiful cunt to find her lips moist. She told me that she didn't want it but her body was starting to tell me different. I felt her lips and slid a finger into the folds of her wet, hot pussy. As I started to slide my finger into her cunt I told her, "You little slut, you're getting wet, you want me to fuck you, don't you?" "NO, I DON'T WANT THIS, PLEASE -- NO -- DON'T FUCK ME," she cried out!! My fingers were now getting very wet with her juices and I slide two up into her pussy. I started to finger fuck that hot cunt sliding both fingers in and out of her wet pussy. My cock was now rock hard and tenting my pants as I manipulated her pussy. 

Laura was breathing heavier at this time, my fingers fucking her cunt, "No --please -- no -- no, don't do this -- pleaseeee" she moaned. I continued to fuck her as I un-zipped my pants, dropped my shorts to the ground and stroked my rock hard, dripping 9" cock and put it to her now dripping hole. I took the head of my cock and rubbed it over and into her pussy. She was fighting me to keep my meat out of her body. It wasn't going to work, I was going to have her -- now. I pushed forward and thrust all 9 inches of my hard cock into her cunt. Laura cried out as I entered her body, "NO -- PLEASE GOD -- NOOOOO!! DON'T -- OH GOD PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!"

As I pushed my cock into and out of hot, tight, dripping cunt, I leaned over and whispered into her ear, "take it slut, take all 9 inches of my hot, hard, dripping cock! I'm going to fuck you until you beg me for more!! Then I'm going to keep fucking you with my cock, making you cum and cum again!!" I started to slide my entire cock into and out of her pussy. I slowly gave her every inch, letting her feel all of it both in and out. I continued to fuck her even though she was still telling me not to. That would change. 

I reached around and took her tits in my hands as I continued to rape her pussy. Her nipples were now hard and standing out about ½". I squeezed her tits and nipples softly as I kept fucking her hot, dripping, tight hole of sex. I started to pick up speed as I ground my cock into her body. I was pushing her body against the bench with each stroke forward. She was now grunting as I stroked her body with my hard cock! "UGH, UGH, UGH, NO, NO, PLEASE DON'T, PLEASE NOOO!!" I was now giving her my cock hard and fast, fucking her pussy as her juices dripped from her hot hole over my cock.

I told her, "TAKE IT LAURA, TAKE ALL OF MY 9" COCK INTO YOU BEAUTIFUL PUSSY!! I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU; I'M GOING TO CUM AND FILL YOUR BODY WITH MY HOT, THICK, STICKY CUM SO MUCH THAT IT WILL RUN OUT OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL BODY!!" "THEN, WHEN THAT HOLE IS FILLED, I'M GOING TO FUCK YOUR MOUTH, CUM IN THAT HOLE, YOU'LL SWALLOW IT ALL AND THEN I'M GOING TO FUCK YOUR ASS AND FILL THAT HOLE!! YOUR GOING TO DRIP MY CUM FROM EVERYWHERE!!!"

She was crying now, but I noticed her breathing was getting faster; her hips were starting to move against me as I stroked my cock in and out of her. She was beginning to respond to my raping her body. I was now pounding her pussy with my hard cock, spearing it in and out, fucking her beautiful cunt with every inch of my manhood. 

I kept up the pace and she started moaning out, "I don't know -- what are you -- oh my -- I'm going to -- ohhh myyy -- I can't believe it, I'm going to cum!! Don't make me cum -- please don't make me, oh my god, please don't stop giving me that cock!!" 

I took my hands from her tits, grabbed her by the hips and shoved my cock deep into her cunt. I started to fuck her with what she wanted, my cock, hard and fast. My cock was a blur in and out of her pussy. I fucked her and fucked her some more. My cum was building up and I told her, "I'M GOING TO CUM LAURA, I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR HOT, TIGHT PUSSY WITH MY HOT, THICK, STICKY CUM!! IT'S GOING TO RUN OUT OF YOUR BODY!!"

Suddenly, Laura stiffened up, her body started shaking, she cried out, "I'M CUMMING, OH, MY GODDD, YOU BASTARD, YOU'RE MAKING ME -- CUMMMM!!! OH MY -- OH MY -- OHHH MYYYY GIVE ME THAT COCK -- FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHHH YESSSSS, FUCKKKK MEEEE!!!!" 

I couldn't hold out anymore, I shoved my hard prick deep into her pussy, holding it up against her womb and I unloaded a torrent of cum into her. I told her, "I'M CUMMING LAURA, I'M SHOOTING MY HOT CUM INTO YOUR PUSSY! CAN YOU FEEL MY CUM FILLING YOUR WOMB? IT'S GOOD LAURA; YOUR PUSSY IS SOOO GOOD!!! OH SHIT, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING!!!!" I exploded, I shot load after load of cum deep into her pussy, filling her womb with my baby juice. I came and came, cum started to run out of her pussy, over my cock and down her thighs!! 

As my cock finished shooting cum into her, I pulled out of her dripping cunt. I pulled her from the bench and sat her down on it. I came around the front of the bench, took her hand and placed it to my dripping cock. I told her, "Suck it slut, suck our cum from my cock, keep me hard. I'm going to fuck your mouth now!!" Laura looked up and saw for the first time who was doing this to her. She had cum wonderfully on my cock as I fucked her, now I wanted her mouth. She looked at me, smiled and took my cock into her hot, wet mouth. She started to lick and suck my head and shaft.

Laura knelt down in front of me on her gown. She pumped my cock with her delicate hand as she engulfed the head of it. She then took all 9" of my man meat into her mouth and to her throat. She started to suck me, swirling her tongue around my helmet. She bobbed her head up and down the entire shaft as she sucked!! She was good, very, very good!! I took a hold of her hair and held her letting her keep pace with my now throbbing cock as I moved it, fucking her beautiful face. She kept sucking as I assaulted her mouth. I was jack hammering her hole as she sucked me for all she was worth. After 10 minutes or so I felt my balls tighten, my cum started to boil out of my balls and shot into her hot mouth. I told her, "I'M CUMMING MY LITTLE CUM SLUT, TAKE IT, SWALLOW ALL OF MY CUM!! OHHH FUCKKKK YOU'RE GOOD, SO VERY GOOD!! SUCK ME LAURA, SUCK MY COCK!!!" My cum filled her hot mouth, she swallowed every last drop; she was a very accomplished cock sucker!!

After I came I told her to keep sucking and stroking it to keep it hard. She did as I told her as I laid her back onto the bench on her stomach. She was still sucking as I slid three fingers into her hot, dripping cunt. I lubed them up with her juices and then moved one back to her hot ass. I rimmed it over and around her rosebud and pushed it in her in one thrust. She tried to scream, but my cock still in her hot mouth muffled it. 

I then fucked her ass for a minute, and then slid two, then three into her hot back door. I fucked her for a couple of minutes as she cried out in pain. I told her to relax, to keep sucking my cock that it will get better. I continued to fuck her ass and mouth. She relaxed and started moaning. I pulled my cock from her mouth and moved around behind her, pulled her knees up onto the bench, her pussy and ass were now again at the right height for fucking. I spread her lips and shoved my cock into her dripping cunt. I stroked her body for several minutes, fucking her, she was breathing hard, grunting with each heavy stroke of my hard cock into her cunt. I felt her body stiffen a little and new that she was getting close to an orgasm. I shoved my cock into her body two more times, pulled it out and placed it to her pink rosebud. 

As I pushed forward she cried out, "NO PLEASE -- NOT MY ASS, I'VE NEVER HAD A COCK IN MY ASS -- PLEASE -- NOOOO!" I told her to relax, to play with her clit, it will get better. I pushed forward, the head of my cock slid into her very tight, virgin asshole. She cried out in pain, I put my hand over her mouth to quiet her. I again told her to play with herself. She reached down and started to masturbate. 

I stopped for a minute to let her get used to the size of my head. She relaxed and I again pushed forward. I didn't stop this time and pushed all 9" of my rock hard cock into her tight, ex-virgin ass as I now took her dark cherry!!! I bottomed out, my balls rubbing against her hot, smooth ass cheeks. I held it in her, she started to move against me, I started to pull my cock from her tight ass until the head was left. I pushed it back in slowly, letting her feel every inch as it entered her previously virgin ass. Laura started to fuck back against me as she got used to my size. I was going to last a long time and was going to give her the ass fucking of her life. As I started to fuck in and out of her tight ass, she started to meet me with every stroke. She started to breathe heavier as I impaled her body. Laura started moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh Don, fuck me! It's good, so good! I didn't know getting ass fucked would be so good!! Yes, yes, fuck me, give me your cock!!"

I fucked her ass for what seemed like forever. I was slowly sliding my hard dick in and out of her rectum, filling her with cock. She was really getting into the ass fuck now. I had been in her hole for a good ten minutes. She was panting, her body sweating in the cool night air as I fucked her, "FUCK ME, DON OH MY FUCK ME!! IT'S WONDERFUL, FUCK MY ASS, FILL MY ASS WITH YOUR CUM!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCKKKK MEEEEE!!!!"

I picked up the pace and started to fuck her ass, harder and faster, giving her what she was asking for, my hard cock, fucking her tight ass. Laura cried out, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH MY GOD DON I'M GONG TO CUM, FUCK MY ASS, GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR COCK!! FUCKKK MEEEE, I'M CUMMINGGGGG!!!!!"

I slapped her ass cheeks, took a tight hold on her hips and slammed my cock into her rectum. I fucked her like the slut she now was. I fucked her ass, pistioning in and out of her hot, tight hole. I could finally feel the cum building in my balls and it was feeling real good. It was going to be a good cum!! I told Laura, "GET READY FOR IT SLUT, I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR HOT ASS!! LAURA I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR ASS WITH MY HOT, STICKY CUM SO MUCH IT'S GOING TO FLOW OUT OF YOUR HOLE!! HERE IT IS SLUT, HERE COMES MY CUM, OH MY GOD IT'S SHOOTING INTO YOUR TIGHT ASS!! CAN YOU FEEL IT BITCH!! TAKE IT, TAKE IT ALL, TAKE ALL OF MY COCK AND CUM!!! OHHHH FUCKKKK YESSSS -- I'MMMM CUMMINGGGG!!" I shot another long load of my hot, sticky cum into her rectum, filling her beautiful butt with cum!! I continued to slide my cock in and out of her dark back door until I stopped cumming. I pulled out of her ex-virgin ass and moved around to her head. I pulled her up and sat her down once again on the bench. I moved my cock to her mouth and told her to clean it up. She didn't hesitate and took every inch into her mouth. She sucked me and licked me until it was clean, getting all and every last drop of my cum from it. 

I pulled her up and kissed her. She kissed back and I told her that this was not a onetime thing. I told her that I was going to do her again and again when we met at parties if we could. If not I would come to her home and she would come to mine. She kissed me again and said that I made her feel like a woman again, that I had made her feel wonderful. I told her that she was now my cum slut and that she was also very wonderful!! I helped her get dressed, I got dressed and we went back to the wedding, she first, then me. I can't wait until the next time. 



Laura Ch. 01



A scared wife dreams of escape. This is a romantic story with various characters and lots of twists and turns. There is a smidgeon of violent sex in this chapter, but I have tried to keep it to an acceptable level for those that do not like such things.

As usual in my stories there are lots of people that touch and swirl around the lives of the central characters.

Please read and enjoy.

*

The make-up just wouldn't hide the bruise from last night. It was starting to turn that colour that fresh bruises turn, and the slight swell made the left side of her face slightly out of kilter with the rest of her delicate features. Staring into the eyes of the lost soul in the reflection looking back at her, the hopelessness of her situation tightened the aching band that pounded her brain, as she ran through her limited options.

Stay and be used as a punch bag, humiliated and trapped, or run with no-where to go, and no one to go to.

How did it come to this?

Just five years ago the possibilities seemed so sweet before them. He seemed to want her, need her, care for her. He promised so much, but now, the promise had become a nightmare, and her dreams were mocked by the reflection in the mirror.

"You fool, why didn't you see, why didn't you guess? Why would he have wanted you?" she castigated herself yet again. 

Going through the motions, pulling herself together, she finished getting ready for work. On the bus she kept her head down, letting her light brown hair fall forward, hoping that no one would notice her mark of shame. Alighting at the stop just yards from the old lady's house, still keeping her head averted she bumped into someone, nearly falling over, and then hurried past the large male form mumbling her embarrassed apology as she half ran, half lurched up to the front gate, and then through the front door, letting herself in to the house.

The dark gloom of the hallway coupled with the sweet smell of the furniture wax, helped to relax her as she removed her jacket, and called out "Mrs Jackson, It's me."

"In here love...."

Wandering down the hall, past the staircase to the sitting room filled with the photos of a life lived, and the many accumulated nic nacs, she found the frail body nestled on the sofa filled with the big squishy cushions, a photo album open on the old lady's lap. "Just wandering down memory lane love." Her eyes slightly moist with the memories, the grey haired and frail woman looked up, her pale blue eyes filled with pain from a life coming to an end, and the sadness that remembering always gave her. "He always called me his princess, treated me like a Queen he did", she sighed as she turned over the page. "If he only knew how she has treated me these last couple of years he would die of shame."

Laura looked down at the picture in the album. The photo of Mrs Jackson's only grandchild stared back at her, a pretty young woman, smiling with a knowing smile, long black hair and a confidence that Laura envied. The thought ran through her mind, "She wouldn't take anything from a man except what she demanded."

"No love, your right, my Becky was a demanding girl. Demanding and selfish. Took, took, took, and then when I could give no more, went. Just like her mother, went and found some poor sap to give her more I expect."

Laura glanced up, realising she must have spoken her thoughts out loud. "So you have no idea where she is then? ........... had no contact from her Mrs J?"

"No! Not these last 2 years. Left and didn't look back, the ungrateful girl. She's about five years older than you. I looked after her from the age of twelve, since my daughter died. " and the old lady sighed as she turned the pages of the album.

Moving to the kitchen, Laura called over her shoulder, "Tea or a glass of water to take the pills?"

"Water love, and bring in the ticket and let's check the results from Saturday's game."

Grabbing a glass from the draining board and filling it with water, she wandered back in to the sitting room, holding out the glass and picking up the bottle containing the small white pills, she shook out the first two of the day.

"The paper's over there on the table ...... take the ticket over and see if I have won another tenner"

Laura sat down at the lovely walnut table at the end of the room, the smell of wax strong, the shine on the wood glossy and warm, she picked up the newspaper that lay next to the boxes of medicine and hypodermics ready for the day ahead's schedule of pain relief.

Laying like a scar on the lovingly polished wood surface.

It seemed so unfair that the old lady should come to the end of her time with no one else to care for her but a hired nurse and home helps. No family that would take the time to visit, no friends that survive to sit and talk, a life lived giving love but devoid of love at the end.

Laura realised she was getting maudlin as she opened the paper to the page showing Saturday's lottery results. The old lady did a lucky dip every Saturday which Laura picked up for her on her Friday visit whilst getting the weekend groceries. Mrs J seemed to get a real kick out of the anticipation and occasional £10 win. Half heartedly she looked at the results whilst her mind still pounded with the pain of last night's beating. 

She never knew what set him off each time.

Sometimes the meal was not to his liking,sometimes her lack of putting things back as he liked after tidying up the house. And sometimes there was no reason except he came home from the office in a bad mood. Those were the worst ones, as he would scream obscenities at her as he hit and kicked her. Screaming about how she looked, her lack of sex appeal, her lanky hair, her poor house-keeping, his disdain for her tiny breasts.

As she checked off the first number, and noticed Mrs J had it, she glanced down at her breasts. They were small, but not as he screamed last night, like a boys. Besides when they first met, he would tell her that her breasts were so lovely, just a handful, or a mouthful. And now he didn't even touch them when he occasionally lay over her for sex, preferring to use her quickly and then roll off, no affection, no cuddling, no kissing ....... no love.

The second number came up, and Laura idly noted that one more and Mrs J would get her tenner.

Oh how she wished she could just find a way out of this situation. With nowhere to go, no real friends left anymore; she realised that he had cut her off from her friends gradually, even before they were married. 

He would make arrangements for the two of them to go elsewhere on her usual nights out with the girls. At first she thought he wanted to be with her, and revelled in the thought that he wanted to spend all their time together. It was only in the first year of their marriage that she realised she had gradually lost touch with the girls, and now he hardly took her out, not even on company dinners like the one he went on last night.

The one he came home from, and dragged her out of bed by her hair, screaming at her lack of attraction for him, hitting her repeatedly across the face with his large hand.

Shouting in her ear that he wished she was dead. The third number came up and she looked up and smiled as she said "Another tenner for you Mrs J. You are the lucky one!"

"Why don't you take the money when you take the ticket down to the shop and treat yourself love. It looks as if you need some pampering." The old lady paused and then continued carefully in a quiet voice, "I don't mean to pry love but that was no door you walked into was it. That bruise on your cheek looks painful, and only last week you had a swollen and cut lip. Why don't you leave him? It will never get better, only worse. Take advice from an old woman who has seen it happen before to others, get out, get away and get a new life."

Laura's eyes started to water, "Please let's not talk about it......Please" and the tears fell like a release, as the sobs poured out. "I just don't know what to do, Oh God I just don't know what to do."

"Just go, find somewhere else to live, and start again. You're young, you're pretty and you will make a good life if you get away.No man is worth this, no person should be used this way." Again a pause as the old woman watched as Laura's shoulders heaved as the sobs poured out." I've watched you over the past five months....... the bruises you try to hide.......the look in your eyes...... the slump of your shoulders. Sweetheart, get out before he does real damage. Make a new life for yourself and get out."

"But I have nowhere to go! No money except what I earn as a home help, which is not nearly enough to support me. Besides he always threatens me that if I run he would come after me and find me". Laura looked up, with a shaking of her head "and I know that if he caught me he would really hurt me then, even kill me!" 

With a sob her head lay down across her arms on the table, her tears dropping on the newspaper, "I just don't know what to do. I just don't know what to do."

The old lady watched the young girl cry for a short while, and then in an attempt to divert her said in a gruff voice, "Come on now, you haven't finished checking my numbers. I could be a millionaire right now, and you're just making my ticket all wet and soggy. Come on now, head up. That's right, give me a smile."

Laura lifted up her head, gave a weak attempt at a smile, did a sniffle and looked down at the ticket lying on the newspaper in front of her. "Oh Mrs J you have another number, that's four....and another. FIVE," she exclaimed with raising excitement in her voice as she checked the last number "No that one doesn't match, hard luck. But five. FiVE. That should pay quite a bit I should think."

Both women laughed as the pleasure of the win wiped out the past few minutes' conversation.

"I guess I should try and find out for you how much you've won -- I think there is a number we can call." Laura looked down at the paper to see if there was a contact number. "Oh wow, the last number is the bonus ball, Mrs J, you have five numbers and the bonus ball, I can't believe it." And in one graceful swoop, Laura got up from the table and crossed the room to give the old lady a hug.

"Now Laura let's not rush this, I need to think this through!"

Laura looked down, a puzzled frown on her brow, the bruise, her problems and her pain forgotten as the old woman looked up and said. "How long is it before the lottery ticket expires if I don't collect it straight away?"

"But why wouldn't you collect it straight away? Think of the things you could do with some extra money."

"Laura, my life is coming to an end, within weeks they will probably put me in the hospice. Now don't start crying again girl, I am just facing facts, I live alone and although the nurse comes in to give me my pain relief, and you come in to look after me during the day, along with the night home help, there is no getting away from the fact that I am getting much weaker, I live alone, and it's only a matter of time."

Laura got down on her knees "But you could hire a nurse to be with you round the clock. Live-in with you so you could stay here in your home. Be surrounded by your things. The money could be your last little way of spoiling yourself."

Mrs Jackson smiled at the young woman, then looked around her at the many things in the room collected with love from a lifetime lived and then back at the girl as she knelt in front of her.

"Sweetheart things don't matter, possessions don't matter, and they're only small reminders. It's the actual memories behind them that count. What does matter are people. People you love, people who care for you." And looking straight into her eyes she whispered "People you care about." An unsteady old hand reached up and carefully stroked the soft brown hair back behind the ear of the young woman kneeling in front of her to reveal the ugly bruise. "This could be your chance. I have no use for the money. I only play the lottery for the small thrill of anticipation each week. But a real win, with real money, no I don't need it where I'm going. As for staying here in my home, I would rather be in the hospice surrounded by the bustle of lots of people, with things to watch, and lots going on to distract me. No, Laura this is my gift to you. Your freedom and your chance to get away, to make a new life, to make a new start.....Now, now, don't start the waterworks again. My mind is made up."

Laura threw her arms around the old lady, her face buried against the soft grey cardigan that smelt of lavender and quietly cried as the hand that had moved her hair back behind her ear gently stroked her head, calming her, giving comfort, giving hope.

"Laura, I am leaving my home to the hospice, but I can leave you the lottery ticket and any money that you get from it is yours. You make the claim, but if as you say your husband is vindictive enough to search you out, you need to change your identity."

She quietly continued "Here's what I suggest we do, and we do it as quickly as we can. Upstairs I have my Granddaughter's birth certificate; we can use this along with a copy of a utility bill from this address to open a new Bank Account. You put the money in the account and have all the letters sent here. I will give you the bank card that arrives, and then you sort out somewhere to live in another town under my granddaughter's name. Take the certificate and anything upstairs that will help you to establish yourself in that name. Get all mail sent here and then redirected to your new address, and start that new life. But I ask just one thing of you."

"Anything......just ask."

In a voice cracking with emotion the old lady whispered "Don't move to the new life until I die, set it up but don't go straight away.....I have come to think of you like a Granddaughter and I don't want to die with no one around to visit me that I don't really know. Please don't leave me all alone."

"Oh Mrs Jackson, how could you think I would" and Laura hugged the frail body and kissed the hollow cheek.

Smiling at each other as co-conspirators, the two women both felt a wave of relief wash over them. In their misery they had both found the support, friendship and compassion that they needed.

"Oh but Mrs J, how can I use a Utility Bill for this address if it isn't in Becky's name?"

"Ahhhhh but it is. You see her real name is Rebecca Jackson. And so is mine!"

*

Just looking at her made him hot, as she walked across the office in that quiet but sexy little girl way of hers, the familiar warmth and tightening of pleasure in his groin made sitting down and watching her almost torture.

Memories of last night, when he pushed into her hard and fast against the wall in the back alley behind the pub swirled in his head. Her face had been a mixture of shock and delight, her enormous brown eyes vulnerable and yet excited, and the tightness of her body as he entered her had sent him in to a frenzy. Just the memory increased the pulse between his thighs and he smiled a smile that the girl returned shyly as she walked by his desk.

He didn't care that others in the office had noticed his interest over the last couple of months since she had started working for the company, as office junior. This was her first job on leaving college and the man liked fresh young meat, untouched by any hard cynicism, unsure of herself, childlike and easy to bend to his will. And she was perfect. 

He sensed her lack of confidence that first day, and like a tiger sensing its kill, she became his obsession. To have her, to use her, to bend her to his will, and have her for his own needs whenever he wanted.

He glanced across his desk to see Julian opposite smiling at him with a knowing smile, and then that wink that said it all between them. A slight nod acknowledged the unsaid message, and the two men laughed quietly as they got on with their work.

Continuing to reflect on last night's events, the man's smile tightened as he recalled his return home to that little cow he was married to. It made him feel so good as he pulled her out of bed, her long silky hair twisted around his hand, pulling her along the floor, watching her try to gain a foothold to ease the pain in her scalp. She was so easy to dominate, to control, to terrorise, that he knew he could keep her and have the other as well to fulfil all his needs.

Two stupid women, to do with what he wanted. The perfect solution. He looked across the room again at the girl, her small frame demure in the black skirt and white blouse, her glances at him asking for some form of approval. He smiled at her again and he noted to himself to book a room at the Hotel across town and take her for the night there, to teach her just what he expected from her to give him pleasure.

And as she smiled across at him he imagined just what he was going to do to that sweet little mouth, and just how good she was going to look on her knees in front of him.

*

As the man sat at his desk, his eyes following the young woman move across the room, the two secretaries at the end of the open plan office stood watching the scene play out before them. Arms crossed over their chests and heads close together they whispered as they watched. "Just look at him at it again, every time we get some new office junior he's onto them like a dog on heat. I feel so sorry for that wife of his; he just can't keep it zipped inside his pants."

"I know, and you know what ..... each time this happens we lose the junior. They never seem to stay for very long once the affair is over. And this one is good. Shame really as she seems like she's straight out of the convent."

Both girls laughed and sat down at their desks. "You know what, I wouldn't touch him with a barge pole. Too cock sure of himself, and too pushy. Knows he's good looking."

"You think he is good looking? Hmmm not my type. Prefer my men a little more rough and ready, he is too, too smooth for me. Too well groomed, with not one hair out of place. Give me a man that looks like you could touch without him brushing himself down straight afterwards."

Pam grimaced and said "You also would have to compete with him for the mirror every morning. Loves his own reflection does Robert!" and the two secretaries laughed as they started to get on with the day's work.

*

She still ached from the rough sex last night. It was nothing like she had experienced before. Not that she had much experience, just the one relationship with Dave.

Dave her boyfriend in college. So nice. Too nice.

Young and inexperienced, with gentle fumbling, heavy breathing, and silly giggling afterwards. The hot looks and flirting that she had been on the receiving end for the last couple of months from Robert made her feel so grown up, and last night was so passionate, like in the movies. One minute they were flirting in the bar, drinks in hand and people swelling around them, the next outside, her skirt pulled up and his mouth and tongue pushing hard and fast into her mouth, mirroring what was happening down below.

She blushed at the thought. 

Do the others in the office know? Have they guessed? She looked across at Pam and Linda, sitting at their desks, laughing with each other over some comment Pam had made. "Well he wants me, not them!" She thought, and an inner glow settled over her as she smiled to herself and walked gingerly over to the file cabinet to file the reports.

To her Robert was mature, smart. Clever. 

So what if he was a good fifteen years older than her, she preferred more mature men. Men with style. And Robert certainly had style. With his lovely well cut suit, and the light grey tie that matched his eyes, to the professionally styled dark blond hair layered down the back of his head, he was her image of what a man should be. She knew he was fit, he went to the gym regularly and she had felt his strength last night as he grabbed her arm and pulled her outside. His body hard and strong against her small frame as they made love pressed against the wall, taking her breath away.




Laura Ch. 01



And the smiles from him just now had reassured her that he still wanted her, was still interested.

The young girl had heard from gossip that he was married, but somehow that didn't matter to her, as she wove the dreams and fantasies in her head that included her and Robert, and a future together.

*

Rough large hands piled the wood in the corner of the empty room. A musty smell of old dust blew up from the floor where he was storing the planks of wood, and wiped away the sweet memory of her scent that he had managed to fill his lungs with, as she bumped into him this morning at the bus stop.

He walked out of the room to the hallway, stepping over the wires and debris left on the floor from the work going on in the old house and made his way downstairs. His brain swirled with images of her, stepping down from the bus, her beautiful green almond shaped eyes, her sweet little nose, the generous mouth and the high cheekbones, one marred with the beginnings of a bruise. 

As he remembered the bruise his anger rose, his chest swelled and his fist clenched. 

How he would like to hurt the man that was doing this to her. Only the other week she had a swollen lip, and weeks before that he had noticed red bruise marks on her neck that looked like a hand had griped her hard. Each morning for the last couple of months he had eagerly waited for her to alight from the bus, even to the extent of letting a bus go if she wasn't on it, rather than get on, hoping she would be on the next one and he could have his glimpse of her. His now lovely restored BSA motorbike sitting outside his home unused, just so he could travel to work on the bus each morning to see her.

He had noticed her wedding ring early on, and though he knew he had fallen for her hard, it was hopeless. 

A painful crush on someone he couldn't have. She was out of his reach.

But he still wished he could get his hands on the bastard that was hurting her.

Each day as she passed him by at the stop he would take a deep breath, inhaling her natural scent and hold her image with him for the rest of the day, like a religious Icon, giving him comfort and allowing him to worship at it within his soul.

Picking up his leather jacket he shrugged his arms into the sleeves and pulled it over his wide strong shoulders, and slipped out through the front door to unload more planks from the back of the lorry parked outside. Picking up a pile of planks as if they were matchsticks, he walked upstairs and placed them on the floor.

Hard work should use up the pent up emotional energy, and if he really pushed himself he might be able to fall asleep tonight without thinking of her, his body burning up with need.

He felt like a schoolboy with his first crush. He didn't even know her name. He just knew that with every fibre of his being he yearned to cradle her and keep her safe. He yearned to stroke her skin, kissing a trail down her back from the nape of her neck to the swell of her small little bottom, and beyond. To drown in her eyes as she wrapped her legs around his hips, and to feel her teeth sink into his neck as he filled her up giving both of them so much pleasure.

A groan escaped his throat and he stopped from bending down to pick up another plank and adjusted his jeans as he walked over to the dirt smeared window and opened it to let in a breeze. He realised he must stop doing this, fantasising like this or he was going to drive himself mad.

Tonight he promised himself he would get cleaned up and go down to the local bar, maybe pick up a girl and try to get on with reality, and lose this obsession with someone he could never have.

*

The neighbour watched through the window as the girl walked down the garden path to her front door carrying a bag of shopping. Looking round at her husband sitting in the chair reading the paper she commented. "She's home. After the racket last night I thought she wouldn't be able to walk, seems to me that girl has nine lives, and most of them must have been used up by now."

Glancing up her husband frowned "It's none of our business. If they want to fight it's up to them, and anyway he seems like a good bloke. Seen him down the pub only last week drinking with the boys. Best mind our own business and keep our noses out of it."

"I don't think it's so much a fight as a one sided event."

The wife came and sat down opposite her husband. "Besides all that screaming and shouting keeps me awake. These walls are much too thin. I wish you would just say something so that we can have a bit of peace and quiet at night."

Her husband looked at her over the top of his glasses. "Are you mad? Say something!- Say what? I can just see it now," and lowering his voice he said as if he was being hard, "Hey mister can you stop beating up your wife as my wife can't sleep for listening to it!" he shook his head "What do you want, him to start on me next?" and he returned to reading the paper.

Getting up out of the chair and walking through the door to the kitchen the wife said over her shoulder "I wouldn't be surprised if one day he kills her, and then I'll remind you that you had your chance to be Sir Galahad."

"Well as long as he kills her and not me I don't care!" and with a turn of the page he dismissed all thoughts of next door from his mind.

*

Laura unpacked the shopping and carefully put it away, tins lined up just like Robert insisted, bottles with the labels facing forward in a line, just like soldiers, all with the same exact space between each one. Carefully folding up the plastic shopping bag she placed it in the draw and started to wipe the kitchen down. 

Her thoughts turned to the afternoon upstairs in Mrs J's back bedroom, going through the drawers and the treasure trove of stuff she had found.

Under the old lady's instructions she had brought down to the sitting room the bits and pieces that might have use, and between them they had gone through the pile of things. Birth certificate, exam certificates, registration letters from the local college, an old Post Office checking account book that looked over 15 years old, letters from a local firm confirming an employment offer, and a doctors' letter with the results of a blood test.

In the another draw she found old makeup, half used dark red lipsticks, bottles of foundation, pots of blusher and so many shades of eye shadow all mixed up with hair slides, old cheap jewellery and tubes of face and hand creams of various sorts. 

In the wardrobe hung a few pieces of clothes, the odd top, a couple of skinny jeans and a very short and tight skirt that looked almost as if it was a wide belt rather than a skirt. Laura had held the top up against herself and grimaced. The neckline was so low and wide that it would hardly cover what little breasts she had. Mrs J's Becky had certainly liked to flaunt it.

Quickly preparing the meal for tonight so that it was ready as soon as Robert wanted it, she then went upstairs to clean herself up and tried to make herself look good for him. A little blusher on her cheeks and soft pale lipstick, her hair scooped up on her head so that her long slim neck was accentuated and her softly rounded shoulders rose from her wide boat neck sweater like an alabaster statue.

Looking at herself in the mirror she saw a young woman of twenty-five, slim and fresh faced, nothing outstanding, not stunning, just sweet and fresh faced, with the lithe body similar to that of a ballet dancer. Long slim limbs, straight slim back, a gentle curve on the hips and a small round derriere. Walking gracefully downstairs and into the immaculate lounge, where Robert's large range of electronic equipment took pride of place, she sat down on the black leather sofa being careful not to mess up the cushions laid perfectly at each end of the couch. Picking up the remote she turned on the expensive large flat screen TV that Robert was so proud of, and settled down to wait, half watching the programme unfolding in front of her, half dreaming of her possible escape from this gilded trap of a home she had found herself in.

*

"Just one more?" he turned around, back leaning against the bar, and scanning the room, noting each woman until he found one who's eyes caught his, eyebrows raising and with a half smile he acknowledged the interest and continued his perusal of the crowd of people laughing and talking as they relaxed. 

Julian passed him the glass of wine, and as the two of them sipped, he looked back at the tall well stacked female that had given him the eye.

"Looks like she's interested." his work colleague said over the noise of the crowd.

"Hmmm, too forward for me, nice tits though, be my guest if you want."

"Naw, my wife can smell another woman on me at 100 yards. Not worth the hassle man."

Robert looked at Julian, a look of disgust on his face "And you let her control you? What kind of man are you?"

"The kind that knows his place," Julian said laughing, and knocking back the last of his wine, placed the glass on the bar, and saying "see you tomorrow at the office." he walked out through the throng and into the night.

Robert looked back at the busty tart that had given him the eye, and smiling, walked over for a bit of entertainment for the night.

*

Chris sat at the table in the bar, untouched beer in front of him, watching the swirl of people laughing and talking and enjoying the end of the working day. At the table with him were his friends Tom and Charlie discussing this weekend's football games. He partially listened to the good natured banter between the two men comparing their respective teams' successes as he tried to look for someone, just someone who might stir his interest.

But each woman he looked at he compared to her.

He picked up the bottle, and tipping his head back placed it to his lips taking a long drink and letting the cold liquid relax him.

*

The tall auburn haired girl had lost interest with the man in front of her. She had seen him across the room earlier, and he looked so good, like he had money and style, But after half and hour of listening to him talk about himself since he walked over, she sensed he was a bore in love with himself, and what she wanted was fun. She looked over the bore's shoulder and her eye's settled on the guy sitting at the table taking a swig at the bottle, his head tipped back revealing a strong masculine neck, Adam's apple enticingly bobbing as the liquid slid down his throat. Thick black hair slightly too long to be fashionable, too short to be deliberately styled that way, curled slightly as it brushed the collar of his worn brown leather jacket.

As he put down the bottle she watched as he rubbed his hand across the bottom half of his face and smiled to herself as she noticed the two day old stubble, and casual white tee shirt under the jacket pulled tight over what looked like a really buff body. A sudden frission of sexual excitement rippled in her stomach and she looked back at the bore in front of her still intoning about his 'oh so important job, and his oh so important position in the company he worked for'. 

Looking him in the eye she interrupted and said "Excuse me, just need to pop to the little girls' room." and without caring if he noticed or not, walked over to the well built man sitting at the table. Stopping at his side, she placed her hand on his shoulder, and as he looked up with ice blue eyes fringed with long black lashes, a quizzical look on his face, she smiled down at him and said with a nod of her head towards the bore now scowling across the room at her; "Hi, I need a friend to help me escape unwanted attention, and I've chosen you. Will you come to my rescue?"

Chris glanced over at the man scowling at the attractive woman at his side, her hand still resting on his shoulder, and pulling out the empty chair next to him nodded for her to sit down. As he rose up to his full six foot three inches he grinned and asked if she would like a drink.

"Red wine, house red." she answered, sitting down without taking her eyes from his.

He nodded, and then looking down at his two mates who during this exchange between their friend and the woman had stopped ribbing each other asked "Same again lads" and made his way to the bar to buy the round. The men smiled at each other and watched the woman's avid and openly sexual perusal following Chris's back as he moved away from the table to buy the round.

It was always the same; their friend didn't even have to try, even though he was not what most considered fashionably good looking. With strong features, deep smile crinkles ran from the corner of his eyes, grooves and dimples ran down the side of his mouth that deepened each time he smiled. And it was that smile that normally pulled the girls, infectious, sexy and usually ever present, his face lit up, eyes sparkling with warmth that people were just drawn towards, allowing his laid back sunny nature to appear. A contrast to his large, hard and well built frame, naturally strong from the hard physical work he had done all his adult life.

At the age of thirty one, Chris was comfortable with himself, easy going and open, enjoying his place in life, happy with his life style and usually totally uninhibited when it came to interacting with women, except the one that meant the most to him, the girl on the bus, the girl that held his heart. 

Paying for and gathering up the drinks in his large and work toughened hands he went back to the table and placed the drinks down. 

Sitting back down next to the damsel in distress he smiled, put out his hand to shake and said in a deep rumbling voice "I'm Chris, so tell me just what am I rescuing you from? Am I going to need to put on my super hero suit or will a scowl in his direction work for you?"

"Tricia," and she placed her small hand in his large one, feeling the rough calluses as they shook and laughing replied "and if you want to put on tight Lycra that's up to you, personally I prefer a man in jeans and tee shirt coming to my aid."

A big grin broke across his face, and his left eyebrow rose up high, "Just as well as I left my Super Hero Suit in the cleaners today, and I only own jeans and tee shirts so it looks as if I'm your man. Do you want me to give him the full bugger off scowl, or just the tough luck she's with me now scowl?"

"Oh the full bugger off scowl please." and she watched as Chris turned towards the bore that was now standing staring with a hard look on his face towards where they sat, narrow his eyes to slits and calmly stare the bore down. 

*

Burning up with anger, Robert turned on his heel and strode out the wine bar. 

"The bitch," he muttered to himself, "the big, fat titted bitch." 

Climbing into his car, he revved the engine and with a screech of rubber drove home, unspent aggression flowing through his veins from the rejection, and the put down that the woman and that Neanderthal in the wine bar had given him. Pulling up with a screech in the driveway, he grabbed his brief case, slammed and locked the car door and strode up to the front door of his house, his teeth clenched and his breathing hard and shallow.

Laura heard the car door slam, and the fear she felt increased, tightening the ball of panic in her stomach. She had learnt over the past couple of years that her best defence was to make herself very small and quiet, and hope his anger would blow over quickly.

The front door slammed shut, rattling the walls and she heard him shout. "Where are you, you little whore? You fucking slag?" and as Laura's heart sank, and she shrank further into herself he came through the lounge door, crossing the room and grabbing her arm in a tight grip, pulling her up close to his body, he hissed into her face "Had a good day have you with your lover boy? Fucked you hard did he? You bitch, you fucking bitch!" and with a hard push she fell back on the sofa, confused and frightened.

"Robert please don't, I don't know what you're talking about." a hard slap across the face sent her sideways.

Screaming at the top of his lungs "All you women are fucking tarts, open your legs for any man, well you bitch open them for me" and grabbing her arm pulled the sobbing girl up again to his side, and then dragged her down to the floor. His rage seemed to be building, and Laura struggled as his body came down on top of her, his hands pulling at her jumper tugging it up over her breasts along with her bra, his knees pushing hard between her legs forcing them apart, as he ground his groin hard into her, hard and swollen. Her hands pushing against his chest she tried to push him off, crying and begging him to stop, but it seemed to inflame him, as he grabbed her hands in his and pulling them above her head, holding both her wrists in one of his, he reached down, unzipping himself and lifting up her skirt so that he could rip off her pants, and in one long stroke he entered her, grunting and cursing her as he did so.

Laura's body arched in pain as the onslaught carried on, and unheeding of her distress, her husband bent his head to her uncovered breasts and bit down hard on one small globe, causing Laura to scream. "Enjoying yourself bitch," he panted "like it rough do you?" and he quickened the pace, thrusting deeper and harder, watching as she tossed her head and sobbed for him to stop. "You bitches are all the same, I should kill you." and then grunted as he came.

Getting up from the body laying crumpled at his feet, zipping himself up, he said "No I guess you aren't seeing someone behind my back are you bitch, after all who would ever want someone like you?" He looked down at the body curled up at his feet, and then strode out to the kitchen to look for his meal "Where is it bitch, where is my supper?" and Laura could hear him opening the oven door and then slamming it.

Wrapping her arms around herself as she lay on her side, crying softly to herself, dazed and in pain, she dared not move. Praying he would leave her alone for the rest of the night, she curled up even tighter, taking stock of the damage he had inflicted on her shaking body.

Robert ate the lasagne Laura had left for him in the oven, and sat back in the kitchen chair his anger dissipated, and his fragile ego restored. He listened out to see if she was still crying, and when he couldn't hear anything except the drone of the TV, got up and wandered back into the lounge where his wife still lay on the floor where he had left her. 

He noted with a pang of satisfaction her involuntary shudder as he walked into the room, and he stared down at her coiled up body noting with pleasure the red teeth mark now marring her small breast and the tear stained face half covered by her messed up hair as it had fallen out of the clip that had held it on top of her head. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist revealing her small tight little bottom, and an occasional shudder shook her body as she lay still at his feet.

"Get up you little cow and get cleaned up, you look like shit." and he sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned over the channel until he found what he wanted. "No wonder no one except me wanted to marry you."

Laura got up on her knees; head kept down, and carefully pulled down her sweater over her body.

"Go have a bath and get into bed, I'll be up soon. Oh and by the way my suit will need to be dry cleaned, drop it into the cleaners on the way to work tomorrow, I'll need it for Thursday," And all thought of his past hours activity forgotten, he watched the car chase in the film unfolding out on the TV in front of him. "and get the kitchen straight, that Lasagne was like slop as usual." he shouted as she walked slowly up the stairs.

Sinking her shaking and aching body into the hot water Laura realised that the violence was picking up, he no longer seemed to care what damage he did to her, and on what part of her body he hurt. The awful sex was getting more and more violent, and she knew now without a doubt she had to get away. Mrs Jackson's offer seemed like a gift from heaven, and this afternoon's plan was her chance to get away. But how quickly could she get away, and what did she need to do to put the plan into reality?




Laura Ch. 01



As she lay soaking her poor aching body in the bath she ticked off the tasks that lay ahead, she prayed that it wouldn't take too long to set in motion, and that she would survive until she could get away. Her appearance would have to change, as well as her name. Her lovely long hair cut off and dyed another colour, black to match the photo in Mrs J's album when the time came.

A new life, and new look, a new town far away from here, where Robert could never find her, where she could be safe.

*

Next door the couple listened in horror as the screams ripped through the wall, and they heard the insults and crying filter through, muffled but obvious.

"I told you he's going to kill her, maybe we ought to tell someone, the police or someone?"

The man looked at his wife, "I told you, if we interfere he may come at us, you see it all the time on TV. No leave it alone, maybe she'll walk out of her own accord. Just drop it!"

And they turned up the sound of their own television to drown out the shouting and the cries of the woman as her husband carried on raping her next door.



Laura Ch. 01



Nothing of note was happening. Laura traced the grain of the thick oak table beneath her fingertips, following it under heavy cream linen, and sighed as hard as she could without coughing. Her husband woke with a start, his napkin sliding down his chest and crumpling on his knee.

'She's the very wife of the devil, Lamb' spluttered Paul, hoping the new addition to his young wife's ladies in waiting was still the topic of her grumblings. There was always something wrong. Paul couldn't understand how a young, comely woman like Laura could find so much to complain about, with all her life stretched out before her. In the short time they'd been married he'd felt the pleasures of those soft thighs only once and she'd avoided his eye then, too. 

Long gone were the days of Maria, his first wife. She'd welcomed him home from years bathing in the blood of the French with open arms, legs and everything else. The night he'd returned, aching and tired, she bathed his wounds and distracted him from the pain well. He'd left her a timid maid, barely speaking a word of English and had returned to a woman who spoke perfectly, in a warm Spanish purr. In the years since her death in childbirth he'd been alone until Laura was sent his way, rich in land but poor in title. Twenty two, a widow at twenty and apparently barren. Her father had practically begged him. She was a year older than his son.

'Please allow me leave, my husband' Laura whispered 'to the chapel.' she added.

'Aye.' He muttered. The girl knelt often, but never in the manner that would make up for all the velvets and pearls he bought her. 

Watching her rise, her throat and breasts heaved past his face, close enough to smell the warmth of her. She lingered a second, removing her napkin and brushing off her skirts vigorously. Paul gazed unabashedly, congratulating himself silently on at least having married another woman whose tits could kill a man with enough force. Pressed together by her corset, powdered and juicy, he remembered those pink, soft areolae in the candlelight. They'd puckered at his lips, regardless of her apparent coldness. As he'd bent her over and slid his hand down her belly, he'd encountered a thicket of inky black curls that were already damp, and a cunt that was hotter than a brazier and soaked in honey.

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Laura swept out of the hall and out into the courtyard, and the hammering rain. In the five seconds it took her to cross and enter her rooms she was drenched. Her hair plastered down onto her shoulders and neck, and her heavy velvets suddenly weighed more than granite. She slopped up the worn steps to her own bedchamber, a warm retreat from the cold bedroom her husband preferred, and as far away as it was possible to get within the same building. Her ladies had lit a fire and candles, and after removing her sodden dress and undergarments had left her to brush her hair in a dry shift. The linen had been washed often, and softly draped over her bare skin. Goosebumps across her thighs and shoulders smoothed as she sat near the fire, staring into the spitting wood and letting her mind wander. 

Paul would never join her in her private chapel, preferring another draughty hall on his side, and he'd never climbed the steps to her chamber. Instead, he summoned her on the one occasion he desired her company, in a note that explained she was to present herself as a lover. She'd not minded it as much as she had expected. Opening the door to his rooms he'd regarded her from his chair with stern grey eyes and told her to come to him. Undoing her heavy woollen cloak she let it fall, the rough yarn scuffing her nipples. She padded to him, her disgust at his age diminishing a little. In this low light he had a look of his son, William, and the way he stared between her legs was as if he'd seen a hidden treasure yet to steal. When she reached him he stood, and without a word bent his lips to her neck, grazing the gossamer skin down her décolletage to the fullness of her breast, his stubble scratching all the way. He lifted her breasts, cupping them in hands still strong enough to wield a sword, sinking thick fingers into them like warm dough and hungrily sucked her nipple with painful eagerness. Laura fought herself, hated the growing pulse in her pussy, hated that this elderly stranger seemed to know exactly how she liked to be touched. When he'd plunged first one, then two fingers into her she'd shut her eyes and imagined he was William.

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The oak door creaked, and William cursed under his breath. Peering round the corner, he needn't have worried. The ante room was empty, and where he was expecting to find sleeping women he found empty beds and only moonlight. Across from him, the inner door was ajar, and bathed in the light of several candles and a merrily crackling fire. He tiptoed to it, and whispered 'Laura?'

'Come in, the girls are away in the kitchens, I asked them to give me some peace.'

William rounded the door, shutting and locking in behind him. His cock had been hard since he left his rooms in the north of the house, and now he could finally release it. Laura raised herself off the bed, meeting him in the middle of the room. He took her in his arm, kissed her hard, as his other hand scrabbled at her linen shift, dragging it up and over her wide hips. She tore at the laces on his breeches, until her cool fingers brushed hot, hard, straining flesh. Laura sank to her knees and slid her hand down him to the base of his cock. She kissed the tip, her soft lips parting to allow her tongue to swirl around and down the shaft, taking most of him into her mouth. His prick twitched against her throat as he shuddered with pleasure, his knees buckling as she slurped her way up and down, her wet hand following her mouth. 

Laura could bear it no longer, and clambered up onto the end of her bed. Will's eyes opened to hers dancing, a smile curling up the edges of her talented lips. Her thighs shivered as they parted, and the hands that had brandished him so deftly slid up them to her glistening mound. Luxurious curls sprang between her fingers as she stroked her labia gently. He settled on his knees between her feet, inhaling her musk as he kissed along her inner thigh.

Laura sighed and relaxed back onto the bed as William brushed his bristled mouth across her plush outer lips. He spread them with his fingers, and took a second to admire the rosy cunt that glittered in the dancing light of the fire. He ran his tongue between his digits, up her inner folds and parting them at the top, pressing slowly on the hard pearl of her clitoris, twitching under it's hood. He drew it between his teeth, clamping his lips around it and sucking gently. She bucked, yelping, and he pressed her back down on her back with ease, his huge, black furred hand sinking into the milky flesh of her unblemished stomach. She mewled helplessly as his thick middle finger suddenly thrust into her moist hole, fucking it's way in and out with dexterous twisting and twitching, hard knuckles pounding into her soft mound. With a final gargled cry, Laura came, a jet of fluid spurting up Will's forearm and matting his ebony hair. His grey eyes flashed up at hers, his wet hand grasping her jaw to hold her gaze as he guided the first few inches of thick, pounding cock into her quivering cunt. 

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To be continued... 



Laura Ch. 01



Five years ago it never occurred to Laura's mind that she would visit this country nor living in it like she now did. The nation had become independent when the former Soviet Union collapsed. It was one of the typical Southern parts which were more or less Islamic. It had lot of natural resources, the most important were oil and gas. The country had couple of years ago opened its borders to foreign companies, which was also the reason for Laura's presence.

Laura's occupation was not so typical for a lady. She was a construction engineer and worked for a big German company which had managed to penetrate to this market. Her occupation was in family. She had followed the footsteps of her father. She had finished her studies four years ago at age of 24 and since that worked for that company. Two months ago she was sent here as project leader. Actually, it was her choice. The company management had offered this possibility which would give her much more responsibility than her previous work. Definitely it was a way to reach a higher status in the corporate. This project was not too big for her to handle, so it felt tempting opportunity. She was unmarried and at that moment didn't even have a boyfriend. The only thing she was worried about was the country. The situation had a changed a bit, but she knew women's position was not too good. Most of the women were uneducated and stayed home. She wondered how the local workers would feel about her especially since she would be their boss. A slender, blond woman might not earn her authority easily. When she told about her worries to management, they promised to support Laura in this matter. They promised her a male assistant who will take care of problems like that. Laura had finally decided to take that job.

She had now worked two months here and everything had gone better than she expected. Laura had nice apartment and in her neighborhood lived several other Germans who also worked in the same project. The project had progressed well and that was also noticed in the German head quarter. She had filled well her position. The city was quite neat and nice. Most of the buildings were new and of those you could see this country was rich. Unfortunately the distribution of the wealth was very uneven. There was a lot of poverty in this country which lead to dissatisfaction and criminal acts. In daily basis you could see attempts of shop robberies in city center. In order to keep their position strong, the government had powerful police force. Therefore most of the robberies remained attempts. Because of these constant incidents Laura had avoided city center as much as possible. She tried to spend most of her time either at work or in her apartment.

This day was exception. Laura had not been able to refuse when she and some of her colleagues were invited to early dinner by the customer. The restaurant was in of the luxury hotels in the city center. After they had eaten the dinner the customer and her colleagues decided to have some drinks in the hotel bar, but Laura had decided it was an appropriate moment for her to leave. She did not feel comfortable to stay as only woman in a group of drinking men.

She exited the hotel and tried to look for a cab. Suddenly the whole street was like a war zone. First she heard the alarm from the jewelry next to the hotel, then sirens of police cars. Three men were running from the shop towards her simultaneously shooting the approaching policemen. Everything Laura could do was to duck behind a car parked by the street. Unfortunately the robbers chose the same car for their protection. There was a lot of shooting and Laura screamed in fear. It didn't make her feel any better when a blooded robber dropped dead beside her. Suddenly the gun firing was over. The two other robbers surrendered in front of a dozen policemen. 

Policemen pushed the robbers down and handcuffed them. To Laura's horror she was handcuffed too. She tried to explain she was just an innocent passer-by and nothing to do with the robbery plus she was a German citizen. Whether the policemen did not understand or care, but soon she was sitting in a police van with the two criminals. The drive did not take long. The policemen guided them out from the van to a police station. Laura tried once more explain that she had nothing to do with the two men or the robbery, but nobody seemed to care. Two policemen took her to an interrogation room and let her sit. She waited there alone for some time before a police officer entered the room. He introduced himself to be the chief of the station and the only one who could speak and understand English. English was not a problem to Laura either. The chief asked several questions which Laura considered irrelevant. On the other hand, he listened carefully Laura's explanation what had happened in the street and nodded several times during Laura's speech. Therefore it was a big disappointment for Laura that she wasn't released. Instead he promised to provide a lawyer for Laura and left.

Laura had to wait again, this time about an hour. Finally the door opened and a man in fine looking suite entered. Laura couldn't help noticing the amount of golden rings in his fat fingers. Man had dark oily hair and trimmed mustache. He started with his good English "My name is Yosuf and I have been appointed to be your criminal lawyer. According to my country's policy everyone is allowed to have a free defense. I had some words with the chief who interrogated you and now we have to think our strategy". Laura replied "Nice to meet you Mr. Yosuf, but I didn't realize I need a lawyer. I mean, I had nothing to do with the robbery and I think the police also understands it now. Or am I accused of something?"

"Actually that is the problem," Yosuf replied.

"How can that be a problem? If I'm innocent, they should let me go."

"As a foreigner you may not understand our culture deep enough. There are two problems, if they just let you go. First, our government tries to keep high standards in their police force. Mistakes are not allowed. If any policeman makes that, he and his superior will be punished. Typical punishment is to cut one month salary."

"I don't care, they made a mistake. Let them suffer," said Laura angrily.

"The other thing is more sensitive. If any false arrest occur, police has to make a public apology. There we will find the biggest problem. It is your sex. In my country if man demeans himself in front of woman publicly, he will lose his dignity forever." 

"So, skip the apology. I just want to get out."

"I'm afraid breaking the rules is not option in our police force."

"I don't know then. They can't keep me here without reason."

"No. The chief suggested that you confess another crime. That way they could hide their mistake."

"What crime? I'm not a criminal."

"I know, but the easiest way out is to make up something. Smaller crime of which the court just gives you a fine, not prisons you."

"But that's ridiculous. I should confess a crime what I haven't done. What, shoplifting?"

"Actually stealing is punished severely in our country, since we are Muslims."

"What then?"

"This may sound harsh to you, but I suggest prostitution. Even though we have very strong attitude against it, the punishments are mild. For our women the biggest punishment is that a convicted prostitute will become a low level person in the society and won't have any chance to get married. But for a western lady like you it should not matter. I suppose you haven't planned to get married here? And I'm sorry to say, western women are anyway considered sluts among our men."

Laura was shocked about Yosuf's proposition. "You are saying, that I should say I'm a whore to get out of here. Now way I'm doing it. They cannot keep me here, if I'm innocent."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm afraid they may try to persuade you. I will come back tomorrow noon. I can't do more at the moment. They have right to keep you here for 48 hours."

Then Yosuf left and the earlier two officers returned.

Laura was escorted to a cell and they took off the handcuffs she had had for several hours. They showed her a steel framed bed with dirty looking mattress. She was indeed very tired. She was happy that they had let her keep her own clothes, her grey pants and white blouse. Laura looked around and found three other women sharing this cell. They said something to her, but she couldn't understand. She didn't reply and the women ignored her. Laura lied down on the bed and felt asleep.

Next morning the banging noise woke her. Obviously the guard had first banged the door with his baton and then entered the cell. He was a huge man and he was pushing a steel trolley which had some cups and mugs on it. Probably it was their breakfast. The guard's face was blank. He just looked around for a second like he was seeking for something. Next he approached Laura and without saying anything grabbed her blond hair, dragged her from the bed and pushed down on her knees.

"No, please. You are hurting me."

One of the women shouted "You better do what he wants. He can be very mean."

Laura didn't have to wait long. With his other hand the guard took his penis out and started to push it against Laura's lips. Laura refused to open her mouth. The guard slapped her face with his huge hand which made Laura see stars. Her mouth opened and the man pushed his cock in. He did not wait Laura to be anyway active, but started a rough face fucking. He kept her head firmly in place and brutally pumped his cock in Laura's mouth. The action didn't take long. He spurted his cum to Laura's throat, pulled out and wiped his cock to Laura's hair. He said, "Breakfast. Eat," and pointed the remaining cup and mug on the trolley. Laura couldn't think eating after that ordeal. Instead she escaped from the floor on her bed. She sat there, covered her face with her hands and cried. The guard collected the dishes and left with the trolley.

Laura was shocked what has just happened. After calming down a little she started to wonder was this a part of the persuasion the lawyer had warned about. On the other hand that guard had looked around when entered. Maybe this was his morning routine and Laura just had bad luck to be chosen. She hoped the latter. Otherwise this might not be the last bad experience in this cell she would endure.

The answer came soon. Another guard came in carrying a bag. He looked quite opposite to the previous guard. He was smallish and had a wide smile on her face. The station chief had claimed to be the only English speaking, but this guard had no problems to express himself either. He said, "Laura. Lie down on your back on the bed" 

"Why?" Laura stammered.

"I will make the questions. Do what I say."

Laura thought a moment but then lie down on the bed. She crossed her arms on her chest. The man took a grip of her wrist and attached a handcuff to it. He forced her arm above her head and attached the other end to bed frame.

"No. Let me go," Laura begged, but the guard repeated it with her other arm.

"What are you doing?" Laura asked.

"I will just ask some questions. Be quiet now."

Laura started to kick her feet. The guard sat on her lap closing Laura's thighs between his own. Laura could move only her head now.

With a wide grin on his face he started to unbutton Laura's blouse.

"Leave me alone," Laura shouted.

The guard replied with calm voice "You need to talk only when you're asked." He continued to open the buttons. He pulled the hem of blouse out of her pants and opened the last button. Then he pulled the blouse totally open and revealed Laura's stomach and bra covered breasts. Laura started to cry. He wiped the tears off her eyes and continued his action. He reached his hands behind Laura's back and unhooked her bra. He then pulled the bra cups off Laura's breasts. They were small and firm. The roundness was missing and they pointed up cone shaped even though she was lying on her back. "Feeling sorry for these?" he asked, "I mean my 10 year old daughter has bigger ones."

It was not the first time she heard rude comments of her breasts. She had always been a little embarrassed about the size, but had learnt to live with it. She was pretty other ways and had no problem to get boyfriends. However, this situation was something else. A complete stranger was evaluating her naked breasts.

"Do the men really pay for these?" he said and took the whole breast between his thumb and forefinger and shook it. It wasn't painful but very humiliating.

"I'm not selling them. I'm not a prostitute," Laura replied.

"I heard our chief to say different." He took both of the nipples between his fingers and pinched them. Laura gulped in pain, but the guard ignored that. He worked with the nipples and made them hard. Then he reached his bag and took some cords out of it. Laura saw those and understood their purpose. She started to scream "No, please no. Someone help me!" The guard slapped her face and said, "Shut up. It is not time to scream yet." He attached the small clamps of the cords to Laura's erected nipples. The jaws were very tight and had teeth which bite into the nipple flesh painfully. 

"Nooo, take them off!" Instead the man started toying with her by pulling the cords upwards and stretched the nipples. Laura screamed. "I bet you would always like to see your nipples this far from your chest, don't you," man teased. He released the cords and took an electric device from the bag. It was something Laura had feared. He connected the cords to the device and pushed a button. An electric shock hit Laura's breasts and she yelled. The guard again wiped her tears and said "I'm a little curious about your occupation."

"I'm a construction engineer," Laura sobbed. Another shock.

"I mean your other occupation."

"I don't have another." This time the shock was more powerful and lasted longer. She couldn't stand much more.

The guard pushed two fingers into Laura's mouth. "I heard from my colleague you give head nicely. What else you do?"

Laura knew the only way out of this. She had to confess the prostitution. After all, what was the point to be stubborn? With confession she could stop the torture, pay a fine and get out of here. No one would ever know.

"I'm selling my body," she confessed.

"And that means in addition to your mouth?"

"My vagina too," Laura was hardly able to say.

"So, if I give you some money now, you will open your pussy for me?"

"No...I mean yes." She was blushing. The guard rose from Laura's lap and sat beside her. He put his hand between Laura's legs and groped her pussy through the pants. He molested it for a while. Laura was sure to be get fucked, but the man said, "Tempting offer, but I'm not allowed to do that. You are not convicted, only accused." Laura felt relieved. That lasted only a moment.

"But you will have to prove your skills other way. Just to make sure you are not only claiming to be a whore." He shouted something to the other women in the cell. One of them approached and took her skirt and panties away. Then she sat on Laura's face. Laura could feel her thick bush all over on her face. The smell of her vagina was repulsive.

"Lick her and make her cum. If I don't see a good tongue action, I may speed it up with my electric friend." To confirm that, he pushed the button once more, which caused Laura's, now, muffled scream. Laura started intense licking despite the revolting feeling. The woman pushed her pussy tighter against Laura's mouth and her asshole almost touched Laura's nose. Her excitement grew and she started to rub her ass against the face. She was moaning passionately and then exploded on Laura's face. The guard sent her away. Her face was a messy sight. It was a mixture of pussy juices, spit and blood leaking from her nose. The man removed the cords from her nipples and opened the handcuffs. "Go wash yourself. You will have an appointment with your lawyer in 30 minutes. If you for some reason return here, I'm sure my colleague will be happy when he brings the lunch."

She soon met Mr. Yosuf in the interrogation room. She said she had been pushed, but did not want to explain the details of morning's abuses. She was now ready to make that faulty confession.

"Good. The only thing we have to do now is to think all the details right. I mean, what you have done before the arrest."

"Why? Can't I just say I prostituted and get the fine?"

"Actually this case will be handled in a court probably already during the afternoon. They may ask you some questions. Our court is very strict concerning details, even irrelevant ones. If they catch you from lying the punishment may be bigger."

"So we have to make up a story of my prostitution?"

"Yes, that's correct" Then they together developed a fake story of very mild prostitution, which happened in that hotel where Laura was having the lunch. Laura gave that same story to the chief officer in interrogation followed next.

Her hands were handcuffed again behind her back and a van took her to the court house. Yosuf was already waiting there. She was escorted by him. They waited standing judge's arrival. In both side of the judge were sitting two local authorities. Laura sat with Yosuf behind a small desk. The judge started his speech first in his own language, but continued in English. "Ms. Hoffman, I have had one hour time to read your interrogation report and there are some issues making me wonder."

"Yes, Sir," Laura replied.

"First thing I don't really understand why have you done it? You have a well-paid job."

Laura and Yosuf were prepared for this. Laura explained, "I don't really do it for money, but to have sex. If I see a nice looking man, I may suggest having sex for money. I'm not looking for relationship and acting as prostitute saves me from further calls etc."

"I see. And in that night you found the man from the hotel bar?"

"Yes. I did after having a dinner in the restaurant"

"You spent an hour with him in his hotel room. Did you have your clothes on?"

This one they had not considered. She thought a second and arbitrarily replied, "No, we were both naked." It sounded more honest.

"According to your confession you gave him only oral sex, which is the mildest form of prostitution and has the smallest punishment."

"That's true. I only gave him oral sex."

"But you spent an hour there. Oral sex shouldn't last that long."

Laura was blushing. "I did it twice," she claimed and in her mind she cursed the weaknesses of their story.

"And that is something which gives you pleasure too?"

A good point, Laura thought, but said, "Yes, I'm fond of it."

"Strange. Another thing makes me wonder is how he could keep his hands off your naked ass?"

"I did not allow. We had a deal of oral sex only."

"It is hard to believe. We must take into consideration circumstantial evidence. Please stand up and lower your pants."

"What?"Laura replied. Yosuf whispered to her ear, "You get troubles if you argue." Laura nodded and stood up. Now the problem were the handcuffs. She looked helpless the judge, who said, "Your attorney can help you, Ms Hoffman." Yosuf turned Laura's back towards the judge. He opened the top button of her pants, then zipper and pulled the pants all the way to her ankles. To Laura's horror Yosuf made the same thing with her panties. Now she was standing there showing her bare ass to five court members. Suddenly she felt Yosuf's palm on her belly. Yosuf lowered her thumb and started to part her pussy lips. He pushed her thumb against her slit and started rubbing it. 

Laura struggled. "Stand still, Ms Hoffman," the judge said. She saw Yosuf winking his eye to him. Laura's pussy was moistening. "Now. Turn around." The good thing was she got Yosuf's thumb out of her pussy, the bad was to show her womanhood to five strangers. Her pussy lips were still a little ajar from Yosuf's handling and pussy juices glowed on them. Her face was totally red due to humiliation. Yosuf's hand went on her ass cheek and started caressing. The court men had some word to each others. Then the judge declared, "After seeing your naked flesh, we have become to the conclusion that it is very unlikely that your partner had satisfied only with oral sex. We consider your statement untrue. Therefore you will be doomed for two months in to the custody of state prison. Case closed." 




Laura Ch. 01



Then he left. They gave to Laura no chance to object. Laura was horrified. She couldn't stand two months in prison, not even in German one. Yosuf grabbed her arm and said, "Come. We have to sign some papers." Laura's pants were still around her ankles and she complained about it. Yosuf ignored that and guided her towards an office room. Laura had troubles to walk and felt ridiculous. She had to run with mini steps in order not to fall.

They entered the room. The judge was there. Without saying a word Yosuf took a grip of Laura's neck and pushed her head against the office table. The judge walked behind Laura and dropped his pants. Soon Laura felt something against her pussy. She started to struggle and kick her feet. Yosuf pressed her face tighter against the table desk and said, "Hold still now, little slut." The judge pushed his cock in and started to fuck Laura. He grabbed Laura's hips and increased the pace. Time to time he spanked her ass cheeks. The fucking went furious before the judge climaxed. "You raped me!" Laura cried. "I will tell to police". The men burst into laugh. "You are now a convicted whore. Free meat for men in his possession," Yosuf explained, "Now. Be a good slut, kneel down and clean him. After that I may want to have my share too."

It was late evening when they returned to the police station. Yosuf had not fucked her, which surprised Laura. However, she felt used. She was supposed to spend one more night in the station before the transfer to the prison. She was escorted to a cell again. She went to bed, but this time it was difficult to fall in sleep. She finally did. She woke up due to the banging noise again. The same huge guard entered with the breakfast trolley. Laura was getting concerned if her brutal face fuck would be repeated. This time the guy pointed Laura's pants and made a gesture to take them off. He enforced his will with hard slap on her face. Laura understood her options and took of her shoes, pants and panties. The guard pushed her against the wall and pointed his own pants. Laura opened his pants and took the big penis out. He kicked her legs open and started to penetrate. When his cock was in her pussy he lifted Laura's legs in the air and started banging her against the wall. The rough surface scraped Laura's ass, but worse thing was the ripping feeling in her pussy. He cummed in her, pulled out and let Laura drop to the floor. 

In no time the other guard entered the same stupid smile on his face. He tossed a coin to Laura. "Now I can use your services. I suppose that's enough." 

Laura had hardly recovered from the first guard and pleaded, "Please, no. I'm in too much pain. Can't you live me alone?"

"I gave you the money and I want some compensation. If you are too tired, maybe I can cheer you with my device?"

Laura panicked, "Please not that. What do you want?"

"Get on your fours. I will take your pussy from behind." Laura obeyed and soon felt the guy pushing his penis into her. The guard leaned over and whispered to Laura's ear, "I'm sure you will be the most popular girl in the prison. There are so many guards dreaming of a blond, western slut. As a convicted whore everyone will use you, also your fellow lady prisoners. Whores don't have any rights, you know."

Laura started to sob. Her life would become miserable. How could she survive 60 days, if this was her third rape in a less than one day? She cried and begged, "Please let me go."

Instead the guard started to fuck her with slow, long movements. 

"To see your future in the prison, you can imagine a line of men behind me waiting for they turn. When I'm ready the next one will use you as a fucktoy..." He said it to make Laura feel even more miserable and it worked. Simultaneously he continued the slow fucking, which felt humiliating for Laura. He pulled out and turned Laura on her back. He wanked himself couple of times and then shot his sperm on Laura's face, breasts and stomach. "Be ready. You will be transferred in an hour," he said and left.

Laura managed to clean herself, put her clothes on and calm down a little. The waiting was torture again. To her surprise she was taken once more to the interrogation room. Yosuf was waiting there. He said smiling, "Laura, I have good news for you. You may avoid the prison after all. With your help I was able to persuade the judge to another arrangement." 

First Laura was not sure what to think. This bastard's 'arrangements' had not worked so well for her. "What arrangements?" she asked.

"We can convert your prison to work punishment." 

"What kind of work it will be?"

"You will work as my maid in my house"

"And that means?"

"Different kind of home work... and keeping company"

"What else?"

"Anything I tell you to."

"You want me to be your personal slave."

"That shouldn't sound so bad compared to stay in our prison. I guarantee you won't stand it for two months."

Laura weighted her options. On the other hand the last thing she wanted to do was to reward this slimy lawyer. Somehow it still felt better choice than prison. She said vaguely "Ok. I will be you maid"

"Good, but I must warn you. If I'm not satisfied, you will be sent to the prison and that 60 days starts from the beginning."



Laura Ch. 01



"I can feel your full length in me," she said in heavy breaths, "and it's marvelous. I had almost forgotten just how good simple fucking could be with someone who wants to give as well as take. This is your night, Keith, so do whatever you want. You won't hurt me and I desperately want this to be that special moment that you will always treasure. I like it hard and fast, with full length strokes, and I can feel your cock quivering to go."

She was correct. Talking that way had excited me even more. Beginning to move I soon fell into that ageless and natural rhythm which creates all humanity, though I must confess that at that moment the perpetuation of the human race was not as important as extending my own extreme pleasure. Nothing had quite prepared me for this all-powerful surge of multiple sensations, which, miraculously, I could accentuate with my own efforts. I continued to thrust into her with increasing speed and power, pounding away as hard and fast as I could and was happy to realize that she was responding to my tempo, thrust for thrust. 

My tongue was trying to reach down her throat and she was gasping into my mouth at each assault but gave no suggestion of wanting me to stop. Indeed, with her nails digging into my shoulders and the increasing pressure of her legs locked around my back, I was spurred to even greater efforts. With each movement I could feel her whole body vibrate and her breasts meld into my chest. That familiar tightening in my balls signaled the beginning of my climax, and though I yearned to extend this rapturous and most pleasurable, satisfying, activity known to man, I was even more driven to experience that ultimate sensation of filling a woman with my cum. My orgasm was the most violent I had ever known as I pumped an unending stream of juice into her spasming depths, for, being so selfishly absorbed with my own completion, I had not comprehended, but was very happy, that she had come at almost the same time.

As my spurts of sperm diminished so did my action, but I was so caught up in the intensity of my love for this woman that I continued to move in her, slowing, wanting to prolong the moment for ever. I was still semi-hard, and not wishing to come away from her, eased it in as far as possible in its now subdued state, and settling down gently on her, cuddled her to me. I made no attempt to speak, being in that enviable euphoric state of absolute peace.

We sighed together and just lay there, enjoying the closeness and warmth of one another's contentment. I kissed her lips, cheeks, eyes, and the tip of her nose, neck, shoulders, and that little hollow at the bottom of her throat. I wanted to kiss her breasts but that required that I withdrew from her, and that sweet refuge I would not desert. I nuzzled her hair, gently nipped her earlobe and then inserted the end of my tongue into her ear and moved it to and fro to deliberately, jokingly to simulate my earlier activity.

The reaction was rapid and unbelievable. She took a sharp breath, pulled me tight with legs and arms and without any warning began to squeeze my now limp rod, deep within her, with her vaginal muscles, kissing me and caressing my tongue with hers. Thus alerted to this startling erogenous zone, I pushed my tongue into her other ear, harder this time, and wiggled it enthusiastically and she began to undulate her whole body, pulling me further into her while her internal muscles began kneading my cock in a manner which could have only one result, I began to harden. Glory be!

For the first time I understood Elliot's words, "and what she gives, gives with such subtle confusions, that the giving famishes the craving." Having been replete but a scant few moments earlier, I was now possessed with an insatiable hunger for more of this delectable feast. With my tongue still working its magic I began to move inside her, slowly at first, then increasing the pace until I was again fucking her like there was no tomorrow. 

Her convolutions increased, and loosing contact with her ear, I continued my assault while kissing her, lovingly and gratefully. Her responsive pressures informed me that she was eager to carry on. I slowed marginally to extend this entirely new experience of her body providing extra grip on me and to accentuate this new sensation, I withdrew till only my head was in and then plunged fully into her. I repeated this action several times, increasing both the speed and the penetration at each stroke. She moaned and whimpered into my ear, "Now, as fast and deep as you can."

Needing no further urging, I began to ram her with all my strength and energy. I didn't, no, I couldn't last very long, and with a loud groan from me and a muffled cry from her, we again exploded together. Where all that semen came from is beyond me, for it seemed to pour into her in an unstoppable torrent. I collapsed on top of her, and she held me in that position for a few minutes before allowing me to roll off onto my back. We both lay there, catching our breath, until we came back to some degree of normalcy. 

I reached over her, gently placed one hand on her breasts, kissed her, not with urgent passion, but with infinite sweetness and devotion, and knowing her penchant for poetry, and that the great poets could articulate these special emotions with an eloquence that I could never hope to equal, I touched her lips, and offered. "Here will I dwell, for all heaven is in these lips and all is dross that is not Laura." I waited a moment, and then continued. " It's a little late to worry about this, but I hope that in my selfishness I have not made you pregnant." 

She looked at me, and, smiling, "I feel so good at the moment that I could say I don't care, but I do care, Keith, I care very much. Making me pregnant is the greatest gift you could give me. I so desperately want a baby and if you can make me pregnant, I can easily make Frank think that it's his. You are of the same blood so it's still in the family."

"Well, if making you pregnant would make you happy, I am more than willing to help you get that way," I grinned, praying that she would not be offended by my comment, "and I wish we could repeat this episode on a nightly basis. Not that I want to be greedy, but now I want you more than ever. The only thing that could make me even more content would be going to sleep with you in my arms and waking to see your face beside me in the morning."

She laughed lightly. "Its almost ten o'clock and time for you to be on your way."

I stood and held out my hands to bring to her feet and into my arms. We held each other close for a moment, and then she put on her robe and helped me to dress. She escorted me to the door, turned and I took both her hands in mine. Raising them to my lips, I first kissed the tops in that time-honored and courtly gesture of love and worship, and then on each palm, telling her that she held my soul in her small hands.

Tears came into her eyes, and, putting her hands around my neck, kissed me goodnight and whispered, "Your offer, kind sir, is accepted, but you cannot miss school again. We can arrange something on Tuesdays or Thursdays when possible. And the other thing, about waking up and seeing me, well, you're not going to believe this, Keith, but Frank has already arranged to go to Germany next weekend with some friends for an international soccer match. He will be gone from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon. He wanted me to go with him, but with the drinking parties and inevitable fighting I said no. He knows that there is a Mozart concert at the city hall on Saturday that I wish to attend so he suggested that I ask young Keith to accompany me, knowing I had taken you to previous concerts. He said, to compensate you for this help, he would pay for the tickets and for us to have some supper following the music. I think I can now tell him that you will do this to help him. I assume you can sacrifice whatever plans you have for next weekend to assist your old aunt, who, I am quite sure, will be willing to compensate you in some appropriate manner."

She kissed me again, and before I could reply she firmly pushed me out of the door, with the final comment "See you next Tuesday evening, don't be late."

On the bus back home I tried to convince myself that I had not been dreaming, and that I had actually fulfilled my wildest fantasies with Laura, and that the following weekend held the promise of even greater excitement. 

It did.

To be continued...

Again my sincere thanks to Artistca71 for his help, advice and careful editing.



Laura Ch. 02



"Vince. Vince, wake up." Laura was shaking his shoulder.

"What? What is it?"

"Its time to go, baby."

"Fuck, what time is it?"

"Its 3am, love. Now get you robe on."

Vince groggily got his robe on and was lead by Laura to the elevator. He dozed against the wall as they rode up. Laura was also only wearing a robe, and was carrying a black gym bag in her left hand.

They got to the top floor and got out. This was the gym and pool section and it was totally silent.

"Good. No one is here." Laura said and walked to the far side of the pool. Vince followed, he was fully awake now. This was where the spa, the sauna and the steam-room were. They were all closed and turned off. Only soft lights above the pool let them see anything at all.

Laura dropped the bag and then dropped her robe. She was totally naked in the public pool.

"What are you doing, baby?" Vince asked.

Laura said nothing but pushed his robe off. She then reached back into the gym bag and took out; a bottle of lube, some condoms, a black harness and a bizarre looking purple device.

Vince picked up the last object and turned it over. It was made of soft rubber-like material and was shaped like a capital letter L. Both the short end and the long end came to knobbed tips.

"What on earth is this?" he asked.

"It is called a 'Share' and it is a wonderful invention." She took it back and held the Share, looking it over with admiration. "It is a double ended dildo, with a bend in it, so you can wear a harness over it."

Vince looked confused.

"Honey, this end" she indicated the short end "goes in my pussy. This end comes out my pants..."

"Like a cock!!" he finished. His face lit up.

"Now you get it, baby." Laura said with obvious pride.

Laura lay back on a deck chair and Vince knelt down in front of her glorious pussy. He lubed up the short end of the Share and rubbed its large knob over her pulsating hot lips. Now the short end was still five inches long and it slowly fed into Laura's wanting depths. While she stayed on the deck chair Vince got the harness and slid it up Laura's smooth shapely legs. Laura lifted her hips and Vince adjusted the Share to come out through the opening.

Laura stood up and turned around. She looked like she had a perfect erect purple penis sticking out through the fly of her pants. Vince took hold of the purple cock sticking out at him and tugged on it.

"Ohh, baby! That feels good." Laura said "I can feel it in my pussy. Oh yeah, it's like you are jerking my cock."

"Do you like having a cock, baby?" Vince asked.

"Oh yeah! I like it a lot. I will have so much more control with this than I would with an ordinary strap on, and look how stiffly it points out, not droopy and weird like other strap on dildos."

It was true the purple dick stood out proudly and high. Vince took Laura over to one of the floor to ceiling mirrors. His cock was fully erect now with the excitement. They stood next to each other and compared their erect cocks. They were about the same thickness and length and stood out at the same angle. It was fabulous.

"Hey! What are you doing?" a voice shouted out from across the pool.

We turned around quickly, making it quite obvious what we were doing. A man and a woman naked in the middle of the night, both with a huge raging erection sticking out in front of them.

They both felt like running for cover, but then Vince held Laura's arm.

"Hey, I know you." Vince said "We met on the elevator this evening."

"Oh yeah. I remember you. You were the guy who was checking out my ass." the girl said. She was wearing a black bikini swim suit.

"Yes that was me. What are you doing here?" Vince asked.

"I was coming up for a swim, but now..."

"Hi my name is Laura," Laura introduced herself "and this is Vince."

"Hi Laura, Vince. I'm Megan."

Vince walked up to her and shook her hand.

"Hi Megan." His stiff cock wagged as her shook her hand.

Megan just stared at Vince's cock. She couldn't believe being greeted by a naked man so calmly. Then she looked over to Laura.

"Is that a Share you are wearing?" she asked with enthusiasm.

"Yes it is." Laura replied with pride "I just bought it this afternoon, I was going to do my husbands ass with it in the pool."

"Oh that's awesome. My girlfriend and I use one sometimes. She always wants me to wear it, but I want to try being ridden."

Megan walked right up to Laura and put a hand on the tip of her Share.

"Oh it's beautiful. I like the purple." she purred.

Megan put a hand around Laura's back and started to stroke the Share. She did it without lube so that as she pushed, it pushed into Laura's pussy. And when she pulled it pressed the Share into Laura's G-spot.

Vince just stared at them, drooling.

Soon Megan was twisting the Share as well as jerking it. Laura was getting giddy with the sensations. She held onto Megan's waist too and then laid her head on Megan's shoulder.

"Oh, Megan. You know how to drive this thing so well." Laura said quietly "This feels incredible. Thank you." and she arched her head back to kiss Megan's neck.

Vince moved in closer and touched Laura's breast. He grabbed her whole breast and squeezed it, twisting it slightly. Laura moaned and kept kissing Megan's neck, softly and sweetly.

"Oh she likes that, Vince." Megan said "Keep squeezing her tit. Oh yeah that's good, I like that."

Laura mumbled incoherently. She held Megan tight across the waist and pulled her in towards her, she then brought her other hand up to caress Megan's breast through her bikini top.

"Oh, Laura. That's nice, ummm, yeah, keep feeling my tit. Oh yeah, pinch my nipple."

Laura pushed the cup of Megan's top aside to reveal her beautiful breast. She was a full C-cup with small aureole and a pert nipple. Laura's fingers found her nipple and pinched it,

"Ahh!!"

and twisted it,

"Ohhh!"

and pulled on it.

"Oh Laura, you are so good."

Megan turned her head and found Laura's lips with hers. The instant they met they kissed each other needily and deeply.

Vince kept squeezing and twisting Laura's breast and brought his other hand up to touch Megan's other breast. He pushed the cup aside as well and started squeezing it the same as he was doing to Laura. Megan turned to Vince and winked, then she went back to pashing his wife. Megan was still jerking Laura's big Share and soon Laura was shaking where she stood. Vince could see her holding onto Megan to keep standing and took his hand off her breast to hold her up.

"Oh God! I'm going to cum. I'm going to fucking cum from you jerking my cock. Oh god Megan I love this. Ohh, here it is, Ahh, Fuck! Arrrghhhhhhh!"

Laura threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm threw her body in convulsions. Megan kept jerking her cock, but slowly, and immediately latched her lips onto Vince's mouth.

Vince was surprised, but pleased and kissed her back with a wanting passion.

Vince and Megan lowered Laura onto the deck chair and instantly Megan knelt in front of Vince and stuck his cock in her mouth. Vince was shocked and stunned. He nearly lost his balance. He looked over at Laura, panting on the deck chair. She smiled at him and gave him a wink.

Megan detached from Vince's cock for a moment.

"God I love the taste of cock! I haven't had cock for so long, Vince. This is wonderful."

Vince agreed and started to push into Megan's mouth. He grabbed her shoulders and thrust into her mouth, fast and deep.

"Yeah! Fuck her face, Vince." Laura shouted out "This is so fucking hot to watch. Suck his cock hard Megan, he likes that."

Megan increased the pressure on Vince's cock and he moaned out loud at the incredible sensations.

"Oh my fucking God!" Vince cried out "Oh God, I'm going to cum. I'm going to fucking blow!"

"That's it Vince, cum all over her face."

"Argh, Arrrghhhh, Errrrghhhhh, Arrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Vince's first shot flew into the back of Megan's throat. He pulled out and as she was swallowing his first pump the second spewed over her cheek. Vince roared loudly as he came and his third shot landed on Megan's chin and lips, it then dribbled down over her exposed tits.



Laura Ch. 02



This is a romantic thriller with various characters and lots of twists and turns. The two main people, Chris and Laura are starting to get to know each other.

As usual in my stories there are lots of people that touch and swirl around the lives of the central characters, and nothing, as in life runs smoothly.

Please read and enjoy.

*

Chris stretched his long body in the bed, turning his head to his right he watched as Tricia slept next to him in the gloom of the early morning hours. 

He felt a prick of remorse, which was stupid. He didn't even know the girl from the bus stop, but he still felt as if he was being unfaithful to her. Tricia had been passionately exciting last night, adventurous and eager, but she wasn't her, the one he wanted, and even though his body had responded to the woman in his arms, his mind kept wishing it was that other person. 

Wishing it had been her light brown hair that had swirled over his body as she kissed and licked him, and not the thick auburn hair that fell around Tricia's heart shaped face as it had swept over his body last night.

Carefully slipping out of the bed, he bent down to retrieve his jeans and slipped them on, just as the girl in the bed opened her eyes, and then leaning up on one elbow said in a sleep rough voice "Running out on me?"

He leaned across the bed, kissing her softly on her mouth and in a deep whisper "No sweetheart, I have to get to work."

"What! This early? Must only be four in the morning"

"I need to get back to my place and pick up my tools before going in. I'll give you a ring, what's your number?"

As he pulled the white tee shirt over his head, she wrote it down on a piece of paper from the drawer next to her bed, handed it to him, and he tucked it into the pocket of his jeans. With a smile she said "Super heroes are definitely getting sexier every day, and next time bring your Lycra suit."

"You betcha." And leaning over the bed again he kissed her mouth, an open mouthed kiss that seemed to promise more to come in the future.

Climbing off the bed he bent down, grabbed his boots and jacket and quietly left the bedroom, walking down the hallway to the front door of the small flat he let himself out into the crisp night air. Sitting on the step he pulled on his socks and boots, and sat there for a few minutes breathing in deeply with his elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed down, his eyes closed. "Shit," he thought to himself, "I really have it bad, I'm leaving a nice warm bed and warmer body, just so I can be on time to meet a bus and see her." and he shook his head in self mocking despair.

Walking across town to his own place, he told himself he would do it this morning, he would stop her, start a conversation, ask her name, ask her out, ask her if she was OK, ask her anything. Maybe she wouldn't slap him for being so forward. Maybe she wouldn't run away from him and down the road to the house that she went into each morning. Maybe she would smile at him and tell him she felt for him the way he felt for her. And maybe pigs can fly!

Who was he kidding, in the past couple of months she hadn't even noticed him, hadn't once smiled up into his eyes. Just got off the bus, and calmly walked past him, as he stood there dumbstruck and transfixed. Except yesterday when she bumped into him, and he had felt her fragility, and the bolt of electricity that ran through him as he touched her, steadying her from falling over.

Letting himself into his apartment across the road from the bus stop and the house that she disappeared into each morning, he walked into the bathroom. Turning on the shower and peeling out of his clothes, he stepped into the hot water, looking up as it rained down on his face. Soaping his body, the water dripped down through the rough hair on his well developed chest and flat abdomen, down through the curly black hair in his groin, down the long strong thighs and calves, and down past the wide feet planted slightly apart washing away the soap and the musky smell of last night's sex.

*

She had lain curled up and scared all night next to her husband in the big bed, scared that he would hurt her again, her body sore and stiff from tension, her head aching from lack of sleep. But he had slept, gently snoring as if nothing had happened, and the woman next to him was of no consequence. She arose earlier than normal, and slipped out of the bedroom to get ready, then going downstairs she cleaned up the kitchen and prepared the breakfast he liked, orange juice, cereal and set the coffee percolator on.

The noise upstairs told her he was up, and standing at the sink, her back to the door she tried to act as calmly as possible as he came into the kitchen. She felt his arms wrap around her middle and braced herself for another onslaught but instead she felt his head bend down and his mouth nuzzle her neck.

"Morning my love," he whispered in her ear and pulling her back so her body was tight against his he breathed into her ear "make yourself pretty tonight and I'll take you out for a meal and drinks." And stepping back he gently patted her bottom and sat down at the kitchen table to eat the food and drink laid out.

Laura glanced round at her husband, unsure and confused. He was like Jekyll and Hyde, one moment almost like the man she had fallen in love with, the next a violent and abusive control freak. She never seemed to know which version of the man she was dealing with.

Robert sat happily at the table; he had her where he wanted her, unbalanced and unsure. He knew she had no confidence in herself, he had known that from the moment he met her, and she was so easy to manipulate, so eager to please him and do what he wanted. He looked up at her standing there, a small frown across her forehead, her eyes reflecting her confusion. Her eyes always revealed her emotions to him, whether it was love, anger, happiness or fear. 

And he loved to watch her eyes reflecting the fear she felt, it made him feel powerful. Powerful and in control.

And control was everything to Robert.

*

Chris sat on the wall by the bus stop, blue eyes fixed on the road to his right, waiting for a sight of the bus. He didn't notice the interested looks from the two girls standing at the stop, or the slight drizzle starting to dampen his unruly black hair. She hadn't been on the last bus, and his stomach had tightened with a fear that she may not be on the next one either. What if she didn't come ever again? He didn't know where she lived, what her name was, who she visited every day. 

A panic came over him as he sat there waiting, a panic that he might never see her again.

He looked around, up the road at the house she disappeared into each day. Maybe he should knock on the door of the house and introduce himself. Find out as much as he could about her. Satisfy the craving in his soul for some form of contact, of just a small connection to the woman of his dreams. He turned his head back to see a bus in the distance, and his heartbeat quickened. The bus slowly came nearer, stopping and starting in the heavy morning traffic, and the people at the stop started to jostle ready to get their place in the queue. Chris just sat quietly, eyes focused on the large vehicle moving its sluggish way towards him.

Eventually it arrived and stopped, doors opened, and holding his breath he watched as first a mother with a child buggy struggled to get off, and then two schoolboys, trying to push past the struggling mother. Where was she? His heart pounded in his chest, his eyes staring unblinking at the empty entrance to the bus.

And then she was there, silky brown hair framing her small oval face, her sweet almond eyes looking down at the pavement as she stepped down. Chris arose and stood watching, no thought of getting on the bus, he just stood there drinking in the gentle beauty of the woman that owned his heart.

He watched as she walked slowly and stiffly past him, her body language shouting out tension and something else he could not recognise. Without realising it his feet started to move and follow her the fifty yards down the road until she got to the garden gate of the house, never taking his eyes from her slim back in the short beige jacket she wore.

As she entered the house with her key, Chris stood at the garden gate, rooted to the spot, unsure what to do next. The bus had swallowed up the people in the queue and was moving off, into the traffic, taking the passengers to their daily lives as the tall man stood still and transfixed staring at the wooden front door. The barrier between him and his love.

Did she live here? He didn't think so, as he never saw her the rest of the week except to arrive in the mornings. Who was she visiting each day? Her family, friends, who?

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the gate, stepped through and walked down the short path to the front door. Standing there, his hand raised to knock, a hundred opening lines rushed through his brain. Taking a deep swallow he knocked and stood heart pounding, palms sweating, waiting and listening for movement the other side of the door.

Laura heard the knock as she stood carefully taking off her jacket from her aching body, and turning round to open the door thought to herself that the nurse was early this morning.

It wasn't the nurse, but a very tall man that stood there, nearly a whole foot taller than she was. His ice blue eyes gazed down into hers, a straight nose led down to a slightly smiling mouth that was surrounded by dark black stubble. The man's intense stare slightly startled her, and then he seemed to pull himself together and clearing his throat said in a deep quiet voice "Hi, I live over the road" and he half turned pointing to a house further down the road on the opposite side of the street. "I couldn't help notice that the garden needs some clearing and work done, and I'm a handyman by trade and was wondering if you would like some help tidying it up?"

Laura looked past the large man at the overgrown front garden, the weeds taking over the once immaculate flower beds and through the cracks in the paving, old rubbish littering and an overgrown hedge.

"Please wait here whilst I ask Mrs J" she smiled up at him, the now dark bruise on her cheek more visible to Chris, and his body stiffened with anger at the man that would do this to this slight women. Any man that raised his hands to a woman was a coward and a bully in Chris's eyes, and that it should be this woman on the receiving end brought out the protective side of his nature to the full.

He heard a muffled conversation and then she reappeared, "Mrs Jackson says for you to come in." and she stepped back gesturing for him to come through.

Chris stepped into the hall past the young woman, noting that the top of her head was level with his mouth, the perfect height for him to bend down and kiss her nose, if she would let him. He smiled to himself, and as he walked into the room that she pointed to he noticed a tiny old lady sitting propped up by cushions on a large floral sofa. He grinned down at the old woman, putting out his hand as he bent down, balancing on his knee to be at her level. "Hi, I'm Christopher Rubin, I live in one of the houses opposite and I've noticed that your garden needs some work done on it. I'd be happy to do some clearing up for you" and he glanced up at the young woman standing in the door way, her arms folded across her chest, watching him with suspicion in her eyes. 

"Young man that is very thoughtful of you, but I really don't need much done, just a small tidy up maybe. How much are you looking to charge?"

Chris looked back at the old lady, and replied "A nice strong cup of coffee and maybe a biscuit served by the pretty young lady standing over there giving me the evil eye." and his grin turned into a smile, revealing the dimples in his cheeks.

"Young man you have yourself a deal when can you start."

"No time like the present, I just need to go over the road and pick up my spare work gloves and some tools and I'll be back in no time." Rising to his feet he winked at the old lady before crossing to the doorway and the object of his obsession.

Laura stepped back, letting him come through, and then watched as he walked up the hall, opened the front door and stepped through, turning he winked at her and then left. Walking into the sitting room, frowning Laura wondered out loud "Now why would someone like him want to clear up the garden for free?"

"Laura my love, don't be so judgemental and suspicious. He is just being neighbourly. Besides I like him, reminds me of my old man. Twinkle in his eye and very masculine, don't you think?"

"I think I am going to get your pills, and get on with the shopping."

"Don't forget to get the application for the bank account and find out how much the ticket is worth when you go to the shops." 

Chris ran across to his place, dodging cars as he crossed the road, his couldn't believe his luck, not only had he managed to meet her, he was going to spend some time with her. He was on a high. He had told a little lie about being a handyman as he was really a master carpenter, much in demand, and currently working on an old Georgian house restoration. He would do the front garden this morning and go into work this afternoon. No sweat, he was his own boss and his time was his to manage. All he knew was that he was going to spend some time close to her.

Grabbing a pair of old work gloves and a pair of secateurs from the downstairs flat's shed , he sprinted back and knocking on the half closed door called out "Hey I'm back, start the coffee." and turning round removed his leather jacket and surveyed the garden, deciding to cut back the overgrown rose bushes first.

Laura gave Mrs J her pills, went into the front room to tidy up. This was where Mrs Jackson now slept, in a bed set up where once a dining room used to be. The old lady was now too weak to go upstairs, and her whole time was spent in almost the two rooms in the downstairs of the lovely home, her needs taken care of by Laura and a night home help. As Laura set about straightening the bed, she glanced out the window at the man now working in the front garden. His black tee shirt outlining his long back as he leant over the rose bushes pruning them back.

Laura stopped what she was doing and absentmindedly rubbed her left breast gently where there now was a pale red mark where Robert had bitten last night. The man in the garden was so different from Robert she thought, his clothes were clean but worn, a black tee shirt and black jeans ,his hair unruly, thick and layered as if the last time he went to a barber was months ago. But he gave out an air of easy confidence and power, whilst Robert, always dressed immaculately in the most fashionable clothes, hair styled by the best hairstylist in town worked hard to project his confidence with an outward show of affluence.

She carried on tidying up the bed, and then moving into the kitchen, started heating the kettle to make the coffee. Poking her head into the sitting room and checking on the old lady she found her sleeping. She was sleeping more and more now, and not really eating anything, just preferring to sip at the water or tea, and a little soup. In the five months she had worked for her the old lady had seemed to shrink to half her size, and although she never let on when she was in pain, Laura could see that the medication had to be increased now almost every other day.

The young woman had become so fond of the old lady; she knew she would miss her terribly, just as she had the others she had cared for as a home help with the Hospice Charity that employed her. 

The door bell rung and Laura walked up the hall and opened the door where she found the man leaning against the door frame. "Got any rubbish bags to put the cuttings in?" he enquired.

"I'm not sure." she replied and turned around going back to the kitchen to look in the cupboard.

Chris followed her down the hall, inwardly smiling. It had taken him a good ten minutes to figure out an excuse to come inside to talk to her, and as he stood quietly in the kitchen doorway leaning against the door jamb, the young woman opened draws and cupboards looking for the bags and muttering to herself under her breath.

"You haven't told me your name?" he said as casually as he could muster.

Laura jumped, she didn't realise he had followed her down the hall, and was standing there watching her with those clear blue eyes of his.

"Laura."

Laura. He turned it over in his mind. It suited her. 

The kettle started to boil, Laura started to reach for it, but a large hand got there first. "Let me. What do you want tea or coffee?"

She looked at him startled, and stammered "No, it's alright, I'll do it."

"Nope, you sit down and I'll make it, and as a reward for me making it, you can keep me company while I drink it. Deal?" He asked grinning "and by the way where are the biscuits, I'm a hungry man and I need a lot of filling up."

Laura took a step back; he seemed to take up the whole kitchen. But she didn't feel frightened of him, just a bit overwhelmed. His easy going nonchalance and ever present smile seemed to calm her down, and she pointed to a cupboard near his head "they're in there."

He reached up and his black tee shirt pulled up, revealing an expanse of flesh at the base of his spine, just above the low slung edge of his jeans as they rode low on his hips. Laura flushed and turned away shocked at her reaction. Stammering she told him which cupboard the cups could be found in. 

"Why don't you go into the other room and make yourself comfortable, I'll bring it all in. By the way what does Mrs Jackson like?"

"Tea, not too strong" and with that Laura walked into the sitting room and sat down at the end of the walnut table.

Chris came in minutes later carrying the cups and biscuits, he looked over at the old lady still asleep on the sofa, softly snoring, and placing the cups down on the table pulled out a chair and sat down. Picking up a box of medicine that held the vials of pain relief he quietly said "What wrong with her?"

"Cancer, nearing the last stage. Very soon the hospice I work for will place her there. She wanted to hold out as long as possible in her own home, but I'm afraid the time is getting very near for her to go in." And looking down at the cup in front of her said in a small voice. "She's so sweet, I'll miss her. She's become a surrogate Granny to me."

The hand that had been toying with the box of medicine now covered her hand and gave a small squeeze. She looked up with eyes that glistened, and the hand that covered hers now lifted up and gently stroked her cheek brushing away the tear that rested there.

"I'm so sorry, she seems a lovely lady. Have you known her long?"

"Five months."

A peaceful and comfortable silence fell between them as they sipped their drinks.

"Look I don't mean to pry but that bruise on your cheek looks kind of fresh......."

"I walked into a door over the weekend." Laura interrupted defensively.

His left eyebrow rose high up on his forehead, and his mouth tightened as he said "I had a colleague's wife who did that quite often. Fell down the stairs a couple of times too." He paused "If you need a friend I'm available."

A blush ran up Laura's face. "I don't want to talk about it! Please just leave it alone." and standing up she said "I'm going shopping, I'll get you some black plastic bags at the shop. Be back in half an hour."

Chris sat at the table, drink and biscuits forgotten. He heard the front door shut, and he sat there with his eyes closed, aware of the hard empty feeling in his gut. A small voice, almost a whisper, behind him floated up at him.

"Her husband is a bastard. Doesn't deserve her. He's broken her spirit, and now he's working on her body."




Laura Ch. 02



Chris turned around and found the old lady on the couch, now awake and watching him. "Why doesn't she leave him?"

"Young man, when you are belittled, terrorised, and what little confidence you have is taken away from you, it takes it takes a lot to get up the courage to leave. Laura will get there, but she needs to find the strength to leave herself, knowing that leaving will be safe for her." 

Old fading eyes looked into the eyes of the man sitting twisted towards her at the table. "She needs friends to be there for her, for support, for encouragement. No judgement or pressure, and no complications." She smiled at him and continued "You like her, I can tell. Be her friend and help give her back her confidence, and she will find her way."

*

Laura stood at the counter in the bank, shaking inside, as the man behind the glass told her what she needed to open a basic account and slid a booklet and form through the gap at the bottom. "If you fill this in, along with the three pieces of ID we will set up your account and send the information to your address. You can pick up and sign for your debit card here at the bank." 

Taking the forms she turned to leave "Thank you. By the way how long would it take to get the account set up?"

"No more than a couple of weeks."

Walking down the High Street Laura got the small amount of shopping that Mrs Jackson needed. There wasn't much, just basics like milk, some tins of soup and bread. She then went to the local post office where she had bought the lottery ticket. Asking for information on how to claim and how to find out the amount, Mr Patel looked at her and asked "How many numbers have you got? If the amount is under £50,000 I can do it, we write a cheque for the amount; all you need to do is fill in the forms, if it is more here is the number to contact. They will come to you or you can go to them with the ID you need. I can print out a list of the prizes for that draw for you to check how much you've won."

"Ummm, it's not me but my friend, and I'm not sure how many numbers. But thanks for the help."

Laura walked back, and when she reached the front gate she saw that Chris was still working in the garden which now looked a lot better. Rose bushes pruned back and the dead leaves and rubbish in a neat pile in one corner.

Chris looked up and stopped sweeping the rubbish off the lovely old paving stones, and leaned on the broom he had found in the kitchen cupboard. Nodding towards the gate that Laura was walking through he remarked "That front gate needs some work on it, I'll bring some of my tools back with me from work tonight and repair it tomorrow." and nodding at the pile of rubbish now sitting in the corner "Got the rubbish bags? If you give me a couple I'll get that out of the way." Then looking up at the sky "It's starting to drizzle again, so after I've finished that, I'll clean up and get going. See you tomorrow beautiful" giving her a big smile, another wink of a bright blue eye sparkling with amusement, bent down and kissed her nose before she had a chance to protest.

*

She had been happier all day than she had in ages. She realised that the man had thrown the offhand compliment at her this morning teasingly, but it had warmed her all day. He had called her beautiful, and she remembered his concern over the bruise on her cheek, his gentle touch when he wiped away her tears, and the sense of joie de vivre that seemed to emanate from him, and that silly kiss.

The first part of her plan was being placed into action. Tomorrow she was going to start the setting up of the bank account, placing a small amount of her own money in it to set it up. The tall man was coming again tomorrow and she was looking forward to his easy banter, unthreatening manner and if she was truthful to herself, she enjoyed the gentle flirting of a man, one with whom she felt safe with. 

The horror of last night contrasted with the gentleness shown to her today by a stranger and helped to ease the pain in her heart and body.

*

Chris felt elated, he kept reliving every moment with her in his mind. Laura. He loved her sweet gentle voice, her graceful movements, and her flustered manner when he flirted with her. He loved the way she was with the old woman, her caring kindness, her empathy.

He smiled as he remembered her shocked face when he bent down and kissed her nose. He couldn't resist kissing it. He recalled what Mrs Jackson had said about her needing a friend. He would be that friend. She didn't need to know that he was in love with her. But he would be there for her, help build her confidence. Help her gain back her strength.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough for him. Tonight he would relax with his mates down the bar and savour the memories of today.

*

Robert felt good, his little office junior was giving him coy little looks, and he knew that she would be ripe for a night of sex at the Hotel. He decided to book it for Friday night so that he could lie in late, and not have to rush out for work the next day. He didn't give a shit that staying out over night would upset his wife; she would just have to put up with it, just as she had in the past with the others.

He had decided that taking her out tonight for a meal and a drink at the wine bar would keep her quiet and passive. Keeping her passive was important to him, it meant he could control her better, and control was everything. Control gave him power, and Robert craved power as it fed his ego, made him feel more of a man, made him feel safe. His father had taught him well, he learnt watching him hit and abuse his own mother, as well as being on the receiving end of his father's fist and belt himself as he grew up. Never again would he be the one without the control.

*

Putting on the blouse that she knew Robert liked, the one that clung to her, slightly opaque, but sheer enough to make out the white lacy bra underneath, and the black pencil line skirt that outlined her slim hips, Laura wondered why Robert's mood had changed this morning. He seemed almost like he was when they first met. She hoped that this mood would last, at least until she had made all her arrangements to leave. 

After the last night's onslaught she had decided that she must get out. The look in his eyes and the rage on his face last night whilst he attacked her told her that it would be only a matter of time before he did her real damage. But she didn't want him to find her, didn't want to be on the receiving end of a beating for daring to defy him. So she would bide her time until she was ready and go. A new life, a new name, a new place.

Carefully using the make up to cover the bruise on her cheek she finished getting ready, and then sat down to wait for Robert to come home and collect her.

*

Tricia didn't know where Chris lived, or his mobile number, but she knew she wanted to see him again. He was fun, and although not her usual type, the type with flash cars and lots of money to throw around, he was sweet, uncomplicated, and the sex last night was so good.

Not being one to wait as patience was not her strongest asset, she decided to go down the bar tonight and see if he was there, or at least find his friends to see if they would give her his mobile number or address so she could ask him out for a drink.

Looking through her wardrobe for something that she could attract his attention she picked a very short clinging grey sweater dress that showed off her long legs and curvy bottom. The light grey contrasted against her auburn hair and clung to her generous breasts without revealing too much, and pulling on knee high black heeled boots over black opaque tights she felt that tonight when she found him he wouldn't be able to resist.

Grabbing her bag and coat, she left her flat full of expectations and starting walking towards the bar close to the centre of town.

*

The noise from the crowded bar was loud, with end of the day office workers in their smart suits mingling with casually dressed people out for a night drinking. Groups of people were standing around and enjoying themselves, listening to comments made by friends, and burst of laughter was heard every so often from all parts of the crowed bar.

Laura stood next to Robert in the group of his work colleagues, all laughing at an outrageously dirty joke one of the men had told. Laura was smiling when she glanced across the group and noticed that the very slim girl with short blond cropped hair and big brown eyes was staring at her with a look of barely concealed malice.

Glancing down, confused at first, it dawned on her that this must be the new one. His latest office affair. The girl looked just his type, petite, young and unworldly. Just like she had been when they first met.

Suddenly it occurred to her she was no longer jealous, no longer hurt by his infidelity. She knew she would be leaving soon, and having made that decision could no longer be hurt by his betrayal.

Looking back up at the young girl, who now was openly flirting with her husband, Laura relaxed a little bit. Never one to feel completely at ease in large social situations, standing next to Robert and surrounded by people she hardly knew, her already fragile confidence usually took a nose dive, but tonight she felt somehow more in control. She knew soon her nightmare would end, and it was a secret she had that Robert was not aware of. That gave her a boost.

Smiling at the latest comment made by Robert to the group she glanced out at the crowded room and that's when she saw him. Leaning against a column, relaxed and nonchalant, bottle of beer in one hand, wearing the same leather jacket from this morning, his other hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans. He was standing there with two other men, his head slightly bent down as he listened to what one of the men was saying. Suddenly he laughed. It was a full laugh, with head thrown back in enjoyment.

As if drawn by her stare his eyes scanned the room and settled on her. Sparkling ice blue eyes met her inquisitive green eyes, and his laugh changed to a smile. The room seemed to fade as she looked across the room at him. He lifted his bottle of beer and raised it in a mock salute.

Just then Robert who had stopped talking put his arm across her shoulders, pulled her into him and whispered in her ear "Another glass of wine before we leave to go to the Indian for that curry babe?" and kissed the top of her head.

Flustered for a moment, Laura looked up into her husband's eyes and shook her head.

Looking back across the room at Chris, the smile was replaced by a tight hard stare on his face, with eyes narrowed and brows lowered in a frown, stillness seemed to emanate from him. And as they looked across at each other, one angry the other confused, a girl walked over to Chris, and sliding her arms around his waist under his jacket, the moment of connection broke. 

Laura felt a pang of regret; she should have guessed that he would have a girlfriend, even be married. After all she had only met him this morning, and there was no reason for this strange feeling she felt as she saw him bend his head towards the girl pressing her body against his and looking up into his now downturned face. He said something to her and then looked up straight at Laura, his eyes like slits and mouth tight and compressed.

Just then Robert said goodbye to the crowd around them and with his arm still across her shoulders guided her out of the bar and towards the car park where the silver Mercedes sat parked.

*

It felt as if he had been kicked in the heart, seeing that bastard, the one that Tricia was trying to evade last night, with his arm so proprietarily around Laura's shoulders. "What the hell did she see in him? The man was a total waste of space. So false and fake, can't she see that?" he thought to himself, "a bully and a coward, beating up on a woman. I ought to teach him a lesson on what it's like to be on the receiving end."

Chris's anger grew, and his body stiffened with unspent aggression.

Tricia felt the tension run through Chris as she leaned against him, arm still around his waist. She looked up at his face and saw he was looking towards the door just as she noticed the couple walking out and realised it was the bore from last night. Mistaking the tension as left over macho behaviour from last night she squeezed Chris around the waist and said "Hey Super Hero relax!"

Chris looked down confused, and then mentally shaking himself quietly said "Trish, I'm sorry, I'm just not in the mood tonight and need to get home to chill out by myself." And gently he moved away so that her arm around his middle slowly dropped away to her side, and putting down the bottle on a table close by made his way to the door and out of the bar.

Tricia stood there watching him leave, and then ran following behind, leaving the two men who watched her go and then shrug at each other. Catching up with him as he strode down the street, she slipped her arm through his. 

Chris didn't even break stride, looking down and gruffly saying "Leave me alone Trish, you really don't want to be around me right now. I'm not going to be any good to be with!"

"Look no pressure, but I can be a friend if you need one. If you need to talk, let me just be there to listen." and she carried on along with him, arm through his, almost running to keep pace with his long legged stride as they moved through the rain washed streets.

After a while he stopped and motioning to the big old Victorian house he said "I live here, and if you come up with me to my flat I promise nothing. I'm not going to be great company tonight."

"Look Chris, you came to my aid last night, let me return the favour. If you need to talk about whatever is on your mind I'm a good listener."

Fishing into his jeans he pulled out his key ring and opening the beautiful stained glass panelled wooden front door, he stood back and motioned for Tricia to precede him through. The entrance hallway had two doors leading off it to the two flats, one upstairs, the other the downstairs of the house. The floor a beautiful oak, with walls painted a soft cream, broken up on one side by a large old mirror with a carved gold painted frame.

Chris opened one of the doors, and switching on a light, gestured for Tricia to walk up the stairs the other side of the open door. When she reached the top of the stairs she looked around at the flat's hallway now revealed, unsure where to go next. Chris who had followed her up the stairs pointed to a door at the end of the hall and she walked towards it, her boots echoing on the dark wooden floor covered by a brown coloured hessian runner.

"I'll get us glasses. Do you want red or white?"

"Red," and walking through the door she entered into a beautiful big room, high ceiling and big sash windows giving it a sense of space. Large worn leather couches faced each other, deep brown standing out against the cream rug. A dark wood coffee table sat between them, covered with books, half burnt candles of various lengths in holders grouped together at one end, and a selection of remote controls sat waiting to be used to work the large flat screen TV and DVD player at the end of the room.

Tricia sat down on one of the couches and picked up one of the many brown and cream striped cushions and held it against her stomach. The wall opposite the TV was covered by a dark wooden unit the same gleaming polished wood of the coffee table. Shelves held rows of books and pieces of hand carved wooden shapes, framed photos and DVDs sat on other shelves, whilst on another a stereo and rows of CDs. In one corner of the room stood an enormous rubber plant, its large green leaves standing out in contrast against the cream painted wall.

Chris walked into the room holding a bottle of red wine and two glasses, then sitting down on the couch opposite put the glasses on the table in front of him and poured out the wine. Picking up one glass he leant over the table and offered it to her. He picked up the other glass of wine, leaned back on the couch and took a long gulp of the red liquid.

"This is a lovely room, it suits you."

Chris looked across at Tricia and said nothing. She sensed the tension still in his body, his face revealing nothing.

"Is it something I've done? Because if it is I would rather be told to my face, I don't like games and I don't like being used."

"I didn't ask you to come here with me. I told you I needed to be alone."

Tricia put down the glass of wine and started to get up.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Trish it's not you, it's me." and he leaned forward arms resting on his splayed out thighs, the glass of wine still in his right hand, his head lowered down, and in a quiet voice said "The woman I'm in love with was there just now with her husband and I couldn't handle it." head raising up he looked across at the woman opposite him "I'm sorry, last night shouldn't have happened, It was wrong of me. You're a lovely girl, and I'm a complete shit for treating you like this. I'm sorry."

She sunk back onto the couch and whispered "You're in love with someone....and she's married?" she paused and then "You're having an affair with a married woman and you slept with me last night, what kind of a bastard are you!"

Chris shook his head "No you misunderstand. I said I'm in love with Laura, but she doesn't know it. Until today we had never spoken to each other. There's no affair, she's married to that bastard that was annoying you last night. Look I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to hurt you and last night was special I guess. It was real, my feelings for Laura are one sided and I'm really mixed up at the moment. Please forgive me for acting the shit."

"She doesn't know you love her? You only met today? I don't understand."

A wry mocking laugh and a shake of his head, "I saw her first a couple of months ago as she was getting off the bus across the road from here. I had stripped down my bike and was getting the bus to work the day I saw her," and taking another sip of the wine he continued "It was like an electric current had run through my body and I couldn't move. She walked by, didn't even glance at me. My whole world had shifted and she just walked on up the road and went into a house nearby. The next day I stood at the bus stop waiting for her and as she got off the bus it was then I noticed her wedding ring and realised I had fallen in love at first sight with someone I couldn't have. It's been like that ever since. Me watching her each morning getting my fix, her not even noticing me" again the mocking laughter "just like a stalker, I'm stuck with my obsession, an unreality, but you and last night was not unreal, and I'm truly sorry if I've hurt you. That wasn't my intention."

"But you said you met her today...was that at the wine bar?"

"No, like a stupid fool I took an opportunity to get to know her" his eyes closed and in a hoarse voice "It looks like the bastard is abusing her. I've noticed bruises and this morning she looked like she was hurting badly so I went to the house and knocked and offered my services as a handyman to tidy up the garden as an excuse." He opened his eyes and looked across at Tricia sitting so still listening to him opposite, "I needed to check that she was alright." Draining the glass in his hand and putting it down on the table he continued "and then tonight there they were, the bastard's arm around her, and her looking up at him as if everything is normal......I feel a fool, so confused. I want to kill him for hurting her. I want gather her up and tell her how I feel, tell her that she doesn't need to be treated like this. But seeing them tonight..... it's burning me up inside Trish. I feel so helpless, so empty, so alone." 

Tricia got up and walked around the table between them, sat down next to the man sitting there on the couch, a sad look in his eyes, his shoulders slumped, his large hands curled up into fists between his legs, and placing an arm around his shoulders rested her head there whispered "It's OK Chris. You don't have to be alone. I know what it's like to be lonely, to care about someone and they don't return your feelings. No pressure, we can just sit here, two people needing a friend to keep them company, and if you want I'll go....but if you want me to stay and keep you warm tonight I'm here, if you need me I'll stay."




Laura Ch. 02



*

Laura had sat through the meal as if watching herself; feeling disengaged somehow from what was going on. Robert talked about himself, the great deal that he was working on at the office, how it would make a fat commission, how he might take her away on holiday somewhere nice. 

She ate the food not really tasting it, she had watched as Robert as usual had ordered for them without even asking if it was what she wanted. Drank the wine he poured, smiled at his jokes, and all the while her mind was blank. He didn't notice, he carried on talking about himself and how great he was and how she was lucky she was married to him as he could spoil her, all she had to do was look great, like tonight.

She noticed he kept looking down at her breasts and to where her soft white blouse was undone revealing a gentle cleavage, the edge of a slightly red mark left from last night's bite peeping out of the white lace cup of her bra. His face reflected his intent and Laura's body went cold.

"Here have another glass of wine babe, you look so good tonight. I know I hurt you last night, I'm sorry. Tonight I'll make it up to you. You and me we're good together. You know what I'm like, a tough day at the office and my temper gets the better of me, but today I promise I'll make you feel good."

Laura's skin crawled and she picked up the glass of wine and finished it off, and then poured herself another glass full, praying the alcohol would anesthetise her for the night ahead, and starting to count the days until she could escape.

*

The young girl had gone home not long after Robert and that cow of a wife of his had left.

She realised he had to pretend to be still in love with his wife to her face, he had told her that at the office today, and that it was only a matter of time before he left the cow and they could be together. He had booked a room at the Hotel across town for Friday night and told her to bring some things on that day so after work they could go there and spend the night.

She was so excited, he wanted her; he had told her this morning, whispered to her as they stood in the office kitchen whilst she made coffee for him that he needed her, said he couldn't wait to make love to her taking his time. He had told her to pack her sexiest underwear, make it black and lacy, wear stockings and a suspender belt, not tights, and the highest heeled shoes she had. 

The girl didn't have any of those so tomorrow at lunch time she would rush down the shops and buy them to please him. 

Whatever he wanted she would do to please him she thought to herself. Unlike that cow of a wife he was married to. She would show him that she was perfect for him, and he would be with her and not that woman at his side tonight.

 *

Tricia turned over in the bed, she felt stiff and her mouth was dry from all the wine they had drank last night as they had sat and talked until they fell asleep on the couch together. 

In the early hours of the morning Chris had woken her up and taking her hand lead her to his bedroom, kissing her softly and telling her he would stay on the couch before leaving quietly through the bedroom door.

She climbed out of bed and wrapping a towelling robe around herself she found hanging on the back of the door went out into the hall to find the bathroom. She could hear a buzzing noise mixed with a soft baritone humming a tune from behind a half closed door, and poking her head round it she found Chris, bare-chested in his jeans shaving.

He turned and smiled at her, "Sleep OK?" and then turning back to the mirror lifted up his head and sticking out his chin started to shave his neck.

"Yeah," and laughing she reached up and ran a finger down his cheek. 

"So that's what you look like under all that growth."

The dark stubble was gone and underneath was revealed a strong chin with a slight cleft, and cheeks with deep dimples under high cheekbones. A black eyebrow rose high on his forehead meeting the black locks of unruly hair that fell over it. "I'm a twice a week man." he grinned "Twice a week I shave that is." and looking back in the mirror continued to run the shaver over his neck, stretching his skin as he did so.

"Do you want a bath or a shower? I've had mine." Nodding his head over to the towel rail near a shower unit, "The towels are over there. I'll be finished in a minute and get out of your way."

Tricia walked over to the shower unit, and reaching in turned on the water, running her hand through the spray to feel the temperature. Chris glanced round just as she was removing his robe, and stepping into the shower. He stopped shaving as he watched her round bottom disappear behind the frosted glass of the cubicle. Turning back to the mirror to look himself in the eye he shook his head, took a deep breath, put down the shaver and unzipping his jeans and shucking them off, walked over to the small cubicle. Opening the door he stepped in wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against himself whispered in her ear, "Tell me no and I'm outta here. No promises Trish. Just a warm body and some good sex."

She felt his hand cup her breast, his thumbnail scrapping back and forth across her nipple causing it to harden, a wave of pleasure spread across her chest, and then the hand slowly swept down her stomach to cup her between her thighs, one finger finding her nub and rubbing back and forth.

Her back curved backwards into him as his mouth nuzzled down the side of her neck, his other hand raising up to cup her other breast and tease the nipple with his pinching finger and thumb. The hot water pounded her body, his finger rubbing faster as the flutter in her belly grew, the pulse between her legs grew harder, her breathing deepening, the pleasure building until the wave of pleasure peaked and exploded.

Slowly Chris turned her in his arms, kissing her mouth deeply he put his hands around her waist and lifting her up until her legs were wrapped around his hips he entered her deep and hard.

A whisper in her ear "I told you I was a twice a week man!" and she clung to his shoulders and lost herself in the sensations building up again. 



Laura Ch. 02



 Part 2: Maggie's Story

A week away at a conference in Birmingham is not exactly my idea of heaven. I was on my own, lost at night in a double bed. I could have picked up a couple of the men there, but, hey, I guess I'm just an old-fashioned gal. So I had to make my own entertainment in the privacy of my room. The porn channels were the typical grunt and thrust affairs, no subtly, no romance and plot lines of the 'I'm here to fix the washer. Oh dear, all my clothes have fallen off' variety. So I had to take matters in hand, as it were, and let my fingers do the walking. While I mostly thought about my husband Mike, my thoughts also strayed onto Laura. Our little afternoon delight had shocked me a bit – it's not often you get to deflower your own daughter, but the thought of her young, inexperienced body was turning me on no end.

Anyway, thankfully the week came to an end and I was able to hurry home. As I jumped out of the car, the front door opened and there were Laura and Mike waiting in the doorway for me. I hurried over to them and Laura threw open her arms.

'Mum, it's great to see you again' she cried and threw her arms around me. I could feel her breasts pressed against mine and damn me if I couldn't feel her nipples crushing into mine. Then Mike reached round both of us, slipped his head to the side of Laura's and gave me a big sloppy kiss.

'Welcome home, love. Here, let me take your bags.' He brought them in as Laura ushered me in. As he started up the stairs, he turned and said 'We've arranged dinner, so you just chill out for a bit and come down when you're ready. We'll eat and have a chat.' And with that he gave me a big knowing wink.

'What's that all about?' I asked Laura.

'Ah, well, we've got some news for you. We'll tell you later.' And with that she scooted off to the kitchen. Oh, well, what the hell, I'll find out soon enough, I thought, and put it out of my mind. I went up to the bedroom but Mike had disappeared, so I decided on a shower, a nice long hot one to smooth out the kinks of long distance travel. Slipping out of my shoes and dress I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad, though I say so myself. Shucking off my underwear, I stepped naked into the bathroom. Seeing the shower brought back vivid memories of me and Laura writhing on the floor. I felt a warm glow and slipped a hand down between my legs. I could feel that I was already a bit moist, but I left matters there, thinking that later I could let Mike take care of things.

Coming out of the shower with just a towel in front of me, I saw Laura sitting demurely on the side of the bed. As she'd already seen me naked before, there was no point in being prudish, so I dropped the towel and paraded naked in front of her. I could feel her eyes on my breasts and checking the rest of me out, which gave me thrill. I hoped she was pleased with what she saw. Stepping into a pair of lace panties, I turned to face her.

'So, young lady, how's your week been without me?' I asked.

'Hm, I think interesting is the word', she replied. 'You know, Mum, you look really sexy with just your undies on.'

'Well, I try sweetie, though it's sometimes difficult at six thirty on a Monday morning.' I laughed to myself and noticed Laura still looking avidly at me.

'Mum', she said, 'when you laugh like that your breasts really do bounce around a lot.'

'Well, they would do, what with nothing to hold them back. Unlike yours' I replied.

'Actually, I haven't got a bra on', she said. 'Here, look.' And so saying she snapped open the buttons at the front and pulled her shirt aside, showing me her breasts. As she giggled, they did indeed bounce around, but I was more interested in the fact that her nipples were starting to protrude in a rather obvious way. Thoughts of what we'd done before came flooding back and I could feel that warm glow again. A kind of mist came down then, not a red one of anger, but one of pure lust, and I walked over to the bed and sat next to her.

For a moment we contemplated each others' breasts. 'Yours are a bit bigger than mine, Mum, but my nips are fuller, aren't they?' she said softly.

I reached forward and cupped her right breast so that it was resting on my palm. With a finger and thumb I gently squeezed her nub.

'Well, well, what do we have here?' I asked, as her nipple responded to my touch.

'As if you didn't know! Anyway, I'm not the only one!' and with that she brought her own hand up to my left nipple and gave it a playful squeeze. For a moment we sat there, toying with each other's extended nubs.

Then Laura changed the subject. 'I shaved, you know, like you suggested but... not quite how you said. Do you want to see?'

Of course I wanted to see, silly girl, and told her so. Laura lay back on the bed and said 'Give us a hand to get these off.' I stood up and leaned down to undo the button of her jeans, and then her flies. As the denim parted, I gazed adoringly at my sweet little girl who seemed to be offering me her body. She raised her bottom and I gently eased the jeans off her hips and then tugged them off her legs, leaving her in a rather unflattering pair of panties. 'Keep your eyes closed, till they're off. It'll be more of a surprise then', she suggested.

I did as she wanted and the offending panties were soon removed. As I knelt down, still with eyes shut, I heard her arranging herself in front of me. 'Okay, you can look now' she told me.

I opened my eyes and there before me was my girl, legs apart. And then I saw it, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. She had indeed shaved herself, but in such a way as to leave a narrow strip of pubic hair with a wider patch at the bottom. What made me laugh so much was that it was shaped like an arrow, pointing down and ending just above the top of her outer lips. No chance of getting the wrong directions.

I ran my fingers down the shaft of the arrow, ending just below its tip, leaving my fingers brushing the top of her lips. My God, she looked beautiful, displayed in all her natural naked glory before me. Putting herself on display like that was obviously a big turn on for her, as I could see her lips were starting to get engorged and there was ample evidence of how wet she was getting. Letting my fingers stray now on her pubes and now on her lips, she gave a soft moan.

'You've done a good job. Did you get everywhere else done?' I breathlessly asked.

She reached down and pulled her legs up into the air and I could see that she had got into every nook and cranny. Her bottom was presented to me in all its glory and I gently stroked her left cheek, then let my hand drift between her thighs, pretending (rather unconvincingly) to be checking that she'd shaved properly. My hand inevitably ended up on her vagina, lightly rubbing her.

She brought me out of my trance by saying 'Actually, it wasn't my idea.'

Now I was wide awake and interested. 'Oh, and whose was it, may I ask?' There was a moment of silence and I pressed my hand a little harder onto her quim, letting my fingers idly slip in and caress just inside her outer lips. 'Go on, you can tell me, secrets between girls and all that.'

So quietly that I could hardly hear her, she said 'It was Dad' and then she groaned, as my fingers slipped deeper into her, possibly in shock at what I'd just heard. And then that little wicked devil that's inside us all raised his head and whispered in my ear 'Well why not? After all, after what YOU did to her, how can you be shocked about something Mike suggested?' I let my fingers do the talking for a moment, then withdrew my hand and lightly smacked her bottom. 'You don't have to do every thing he says, you know.'

'I know, but it was kinda fun doing it.' Then she jumped up from the bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor. 'Anyway, enough of that for now, I've got to get ready for dinner.' And with that she trotted from the room, her bottom bare to me.

I took my time getting ready, well, a girl's allowed to do that, isn't she. I chose a lacy pair of red knickers, but decided against a bra, and topped it off with a plain white shirt of Mike's and a flowery skirt that came to mid-thigh. I looked at myself in the mirror again, and I could see that the brown circles of my nipples were clearly in view as they pressed against the inside of the shirt. Making my way downstairs, I heard Mike call me from the dining room.

'Stunning' he said as I walked in, and then he took me in his arms and gave me a proper kiss. As our tongues played with each other, I felt his hand move up and slip inside my shirt, caressing my breasts. He broke off kissing me, but kept his hand in place. 'Hm, I think we'll have some of these for dessert' he murmured.

'Ssh' I shushed him, 'Laura might see.'

'Never mind her, she's finishing off dinner. Anyway, she's a big girl now.' And with that he kissed me again. What the hell, I thought, and let my hand wander down his front. He was getting as turned on as I was and I could feel a tell-tale bulge. I let my hand slip under his waistband and gently took hold of his now throbbing penis. I softly grasped him and let my hand slide up and down, but it was difficult in the tight confines of his pants. I thought about loosening his belt and trousers, but felt that now was not the right time, so I pulled my hand out and pulled back from him. At that moment, Laura came in and we guiltily broke away from each other. 'Dinner's ready' she chirped.

She was now dressed in a sort of maid's outfit. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, she had a loose fitting top that was more of an apron, low cut and showing off, surely, way too much cleavage. Her skirt was minuscule, barely covering her at all. All this topped off with white stockings and a pair of black pumps.

She indicated to the chairs and said 'If madam and sir would like to sit down?' We did and she left the room. The table was set for two, and I looked quizzically at Mike.

'It's her idea', he replied in answer to my unasked question. 'Tonight she's our maid and will do anything we ask of her.'

'Anything?'

'Anything at all.'

Well, that opened up a few possibilities, but I shook them from my head. Laura came back in with two small dishes, our starters. She presented me with mine, leaning forward as she did so and I was given a nice clear view straight down her top. Her breasts were free, unencumbered by a bra, and I could just about make out her nipples. She turned from me and presented Mike with his dish. As she leaned towards him, I knew what he would be seeing, but I could also see what he must already have seen when her back was towards him. Leaning forward, her micro skirt was pulled up and I could see that as well as no bra, she was also panty-less. Almost half her bare bottom was displayed for me, and as her legs were slightly parted, I could also see a snatch of her hairless lips. As she left the room, I looked at Mike and the great big grin across his face. Not surprising really, but this was his own daughter he had been ogling. 'Mike, what's...' I started to ask, but he broke in with 'It's all her idea, just go with the flow.'

I sipped some more of my wine and thought about it. Something was clearly going on, and then Mike quietly told me all about what had happened during my week away and how he knew about what Laura and I had done. 'And there you have it', he concluded, 'all one big happy family.'

I was already in a highly charged erotic mood, and any thoughts of the rights and wrongs of it all were lost somewhere at the back of my mind. What I did think was 'well, why not, go with the flow, as Mike says. Could be fun.'

'And you say she'll do anything we want tonight?'

'Anything at all.'

Well that settled it for me. Throughout the meal there were tantalising glimpses of Laura's bare flesh and by the time we'd finished I was looking forward to trying out the 'anything at all' that was on offer. We left the dining room and settled down in the living room, me on the sofa and Mike in an armchair. Laura brought in coffee, set the cups down and then stood back, hands demurely clasped in front of her. 'Will there be anything else?' she enquired.

I had already decided on what I wanted to do. 'Laura, hold up your skirt' I commanded. She dutifully pulled up the front of her short skirt, revealing her near hairless pubic mound. 'Why aren't you wearing any panties?' I asked.

'Well, mum, I...I didn't have time to...to dress properly' she stammered, hamming it up.

'I think your discipline is somewhat slack and that needs to be rectified. Come over here, girl.'

She came over to the sofa and I stood up. I ordered her to lean forward and place her hands at the back of the seat. This left her bending over, presenting her bum to both of us. I nudged her ankle with my foot. 'Legs apart, young lady' I said, and as she did so I rucked her skirt up to leave her completely exposed. Sitting opposite, Mike had a grandstand view of her puckered hole and lips, and there was a tell tale bulge in his trousers. I ran my hand over her buttocks. 'Bad girls need to be taught a lesson' I said and gave her a hearty slap on her left cheek. She yelped at the sudden stinging blow and I let her have five more in quick succession, alternating between left and right buttocks. As I finished, I looked at Mike and he gave me a grin in reply, which I took as agreement to carry on. Again I let my hand wander over her bum, feeling the warmth of the blows I had delivered, but this time I moved my hand between her cheeks and squeezed her outer lips. Holding them pressed together, I let my middle finger play over the crack between them, before loosening the pressure and letting my finger slip into her. She was moist and had clearly enjoyed the spanking, and as my finger diddled her, she lowered her head and gave a little moan. 'I think someone enjoyed that. Do you want some more, Laura?'

There was a moment of silence, then she quietly whispered 'Yes.'

'Yes what? Tell me what you want' I asked her firmly.

'Please Mum', she said, louder, 'please spank me again.'

'And what about your father? Do you want him to spank you as well?'

'Yes, Mum' she breathlessly answered.

Now I ordered her to sit back on the sofa, grasp her legs behind her knees, and pull them back as far and as wide as she could. She willingly did so, leaving herself completely open to us. I had Mike kneel on her left side, while I took up the right side. I ran my hand over her bum hole, then onto her swollen lips, while Mike caressed her left cheek. 

'I like what you suggested, Mike. Look how smooth her flesh is.' And I ran my hand all around her exposed vagina. Mike joined in, lightly caressing her thighs and letting his fingers linger over her most intimate parts. He spread her lips wide. 'Look at her clit, Maggie, it's like a little jelly bean' and he proceeded to rub it, Laura twitching under his ministrations.

Then he gave her a light slap on her buttock. 'Harder, Mike' I told him.

He gave her a hearty smack and Laura gasped at the stinging sensations as Mike continued to administer a slow, hard spanking. I pushed two fingers into her, letting the thrusting motion go at the same speed as Mike's hand on her buttock, so that as his hand made contact with her flesh, my fingers pushed as far into her as I could. Laura responded by clenching her muscles round my buried fingers, as she yelped each time Mike's hand landed. As the twelfth blow landed, I pulled my fingers free of her and started to administer blows to her right cheek. After ten from me, both her cheeks were red, glowing from the blows, while she had her eyes screwed shut. We then let our hands deliver smart stings to the backs of her thighs and around and even on her puckered hole.

Finally I indicated to Mike to stop and quietly whispered to him. He got up and quickly made his way to the kitchen, returning with the ice tray. 'Your bum is red raw, Laura, so we'll help it cool down a bit' I said, taking an ice cube from Mike. I let the frozen cube gently rub around her bottom, over her hole and then around her thighs. Laura flinched at the icy cold, and nearly let go of her legs, but held on. Mike then took a cube and let it slowly play around her hole. 'What do you think, Maggie?' he asked me. 'Shall I?'

I nodded in assent and he slowly pushed the cube into her anus. Now Laura really gasped as the ice cube entered her. As it went it, I pushed my own cube in behind it until they had both disappeared. We then used other cubes to play around her labia and clitoris, before pushing them into her vagina. The rest of the cubes followed, either going into her bum or her cunt, while the poor girl squirmed around. When they were all gone, we could see the melting water oozing out of her orifices.

I motioned for Mike to sit back down in the armchair opposite, then got Laura shakily to her feet, standing up in front of me and turned her to face Mike. I reached round her and gently let my hands fondle her breasts over the top of her outfit, putting on a display for Mike. She leaned back into me as both hands squeezed her nipples. 'I think we need to get you out of these clothes' I said and started to undo the catch at the back. Once free, the top fell away from her and I quickly pulled her skirt over her hips and let it fall around her feet, leaving her naked apart from her stockings. I brought my hands back to her front, and caressed her breasts again, then let one hand slowly slide down over her belly and down between her legs. I could feel her little clit beneath my fingers and I stroked and cajoled it, causing Laura to moan loudly. My other hand left her nipple and pulled her head back and to the side, and we kissed, deep and long, our tongues darting and playing together. I could feel her tensing up towards an orgasm, so I broke off the kiss and removed my hand from her clit.

'I think your father needs some relief, go and help him out of his clothes', I ordered her. Mike stood up and she crossed over to him. She started by unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands all over his chest, then knelt down and undid his shoes, easing them off. Still kneeling in front of him, she undid his belt, and pulled down his zip, then pulled his trousers down, which he stepped out of. That left him with just his pants on, a very obvious bulge poking upwards. Laura looked up at him and without taking her eyes off him, slowly pulled his pants down. Sitting down opposite them, I could see his penis spring out as it was freed from its confines, and I watched as Laura moved her head forward and, sticking out her tongue, begin to gently lick and tickle around the head of his prick. Mike put his hands on her shoulders and moaned in pleasure. I quickly slipped out of my clothes, and spreading my legs, let my hands play over my quim. I spread my lips open with one hand and let three fingers of my other hand ease into me, which they did easily as I was so wet. I slowly thrust my fingers in and out, letting my thumb rub over my clit, while watching Laura and Mike. She now took hold of Mike's cock and held it to her lips, then let her lips slip over its end. She withdrew and repeated the motion, barely letting it past her lips. As her head bobbed back and forth, I could see her free hand reach down and get busy between her legs. I could feel myself getting near to orgasm, but I stopped what I was doing, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible, to make it even more intense.

I slipped off the sofa and kneeling behind Laura, reached one hand around and onto a breast, while the other slid between her buttocks and joined her own hand playing with her clit. Feeling my fingers play over her, she brought her hand up to Mike's balls, while she allowed his cock to fully enter her mouth. I heard Mike groaning as Laura suckled his member, and then Laura moaning as I played with her breasts and alternated slipping a couple of fingers into her from behind with flicking at her clit, which she seemed to enjoy. I could feel Laura tense up, and then Mike's hands tightened on Laura's shoulders, and with much oohing and aahing and suchlike, they both came, more or less together.




Laura Ch. 02



Feeling a bit left out, I moved back to the sofa, lay back and spread my legs, commanding Laura to employ her tongue on me, which she dutifully did. She softly let her tongue play over my swollen labia, flicking it idly over my clit, which gave me an almost electric jolt. Then she spread me open and let her moist tongue roll up and down and all around the insides of my lips, before plunging her tongue into me as far as she could. Now it was my turn to moan and groan and ooh and aah, which was all the louder as Mike sat next to me and lowered his head to my breast. I closed my eyes and let the ecstasy wash over me, as pleasurable sensations coursed through me. I held out for as long as I could, savouring every kiss, lick, slurp, whatever, until I could only close my eyes and throw back my head, literally screaming as I came. My God, did I feel good!

As the delicious sensations eased off, I let my hand fall into Mike's lap, and grasped the throbbing hotness of his engorged member. I thought it was about time the other two brought things to a head, as it were, so I told Laura to get on all fours on the carpet. I signalled for Mike to get behind her and positioned myself underneath her, looking up at her sopping fanny. As Mike slowly pushed into her from behind, I raised my head and let my tongue flick over her clit, then back to where Mike was thrusting into her. I had a grandstand view of Mike's prick pumping into her, his ball sac slapping against her, then easing partially back out. I let my tongue get to work in earnest, while fondling Laura's breasts as they swung down beneath her. I squeezed a nipple and pulled it out as far and as hard as I could. Laura let out a loud 'aah', so I did it again. And then again, as she seemed to enjoy it so much. Mike's thrusting became more piston like and faster, until with a loud cry of his own, he rammed hard into her and held position, buried as deep as he could. I saw the base of his prick spasm and knew that there was a flood of sperm being shot deep into Laura's vagina. Mike held his position, but I carried on exciting her clit and alternately squeezing and pulling at her nipples.

Finally Laura's head dropped and she let out a long, low moan. My face was quickly covered in a sticky combination of her juices and Mike's. I let my head fall back to the floor and watched as Mike slowly withdrew his cock from Laura. As he did so, more of their combined juices dripped onto my face. I wriggled out from beneath them and told Laura to go and clean herself up.

Mike and I were sitting on the sofa, and I couldn't help but notice that he still had an erection, even after coming twice. I playfully stroked him and remarked on his ability to keep it up for so long. Then he confessed. 'Actually, I took the liberty of acquiring some Viagra for tonight, as I thought we might be in for a long session. What with you being away for a week.' I had to agree that it had been a good idea, then asked him how long he would maintain his erection.

'Haven't a clue, really', he mused as I continued to stroke him. 'Hopefully long enough.'

Laura came back into the room, looking somewhat flushed. I had her come over and sit on my lap, facing away from me and let my hands run all over her naked flesh. I could feel her nipples starting to stiffen up again.

I shuffled us forward, until I was on the edge of the seat, leaning back with Laura on top. I pulled my legs wide, so that hers were spread open as well. 'Mike, for God's sake, I think it's time Mr Cock got reacquainted with Miss Pussy.' OK, it sounds corny, but I really wasn't in a rational frame of mind.

Mike knelt before us and positioned himself between our thighs, and slowly eased his cock into me. Looking down, he could see himself easing in and out of me, while Laura's cunt was spread open with two of my fingers inside her, while my other hand continued to pull at her nipples. We all were moaning and groaning away, Laura at the pleasure of having her nipples tweaked and her clit stimulated, me in pleasure as my husband serviced me for the first time in what seemed like an age, and Mike enjoying the sensation of my muscles tightening and loosening around his cock.

He moved slowly, in no hurry at all, letting his member pull up slightly as he pulled back, so that he gently rubbed against my clit and occasionally against Laura's bum. Laura came first, shuddering and shivering as she came, but I didn't stop playing with her. Then I took one of her hands and directed it to my clit, where she eagerly rubbed at it.

I could feel an electric tension building up within me, which increased as Mike quickened his strokes and Laura's fingers toyed with me. Then Laura squirmed off me and settled down beside me, sucking at my breast and taking little nips at my nipple, just hard enough to register a little pain, which I actually quite enjoyed. Their combined actions were too much for me and with a long breathless gasp, I came, leaving me feeling utterly drained. I felt Mike spasm inside me and I guess he came as well, but I was past caring, totally wrapped up in my own orgasm. I eased myself back into a sitting position as Mike came and sat down, so that I was in the middle of them. My right hand fell into his crotch and grasped his still erect member, while my left hand dropped between Laura's thighs. In turn, the two of them caressed my thighs, slipping in and around my lips.

I looked down at myself, legs spread with two hands playing with me, then left and right at myself stroking a prick on one side and my daughters cunt on the other. I burst out laughing.

'What's the joke, honey?' Mike enquired.

'I was just thinking this would make one hell of a family photo, us seated on the sofa together. Not one to pass around the relatives!'

Laura giggled, then said 'Do you think you'll need a bigger bed? One that'll take three?'

As it turned out, the bed was big enough for the three of us, just, and for the rest of the week while her brother was away, Laura's bed was unused, as she slept with us. Well, I say slept, but you know how these things go...



Laura Ch. 02



"Oh good you're here." Derek ushered his girlfriend into the living room. The girl walked in shyly with her head lowered. She could feel his stare following her body and groping her firm curved ass that was wrapped in the tight jean short-shorts she was wearing. Her large EE cup breasts were unrestricted by a bra and would have been bouncing freely if it weren't for the tight yellow tube top that was squeezing against her chest like a corset. Laura wasn't the type of girl to wear outfits that showed too much skin, but ever since Derek threw out all of her old clothes and replaced it with a wardrobe more suited for his tastes, it was just another regular slut uniform she was forced to wear. He had been nice enough to let her keep her bras and panties as long as he didn't catch her with any of them on when she met with him.

"Put your tits on the table." He instructed before he disappeared into his room. She looked in disdain and nodded slowly, lowering to her knees before the wooden coffee table. She pulled her giant mammaries over the yellow cloth and laid out the two giant sacks of flesh on the glossed wood. By the time Derek came back her nipples were already erect, the half inch pink nubs ripe for abuse. 

He put an odd looking object on the table. They were two clear acrylic cups each attached to a hose that connected to a black box with a couple of dials and buttons on the top. He plugged in a cord that connected from the main box into a power outlet before turning his attention to Laura's breasts lying on the table. His hands reached over and squeezed fistfuls of the tender flesh in his hand. The creamy tit meat bubbled between his fingers as they dug into them roughly.

"P-please Derek... They're still sore from yesterday. Could you not hurt them so much..." The girl's weak protests were cut off by a sharp slap to her cheek.

"Did I say you could talk?" He asked sternly. "I can't believe you're acting like a bitch. I'm doing you a fucking favor by even touching these tiny things." His hands continue to squeeze the giant udders, molding them like dough. Finally after a minute of Laura's pained whines and whimpers he took time to stuff both of her large tits into each of the cups and flicked the switch that brought the machine to life.

The machine gave a low mechanic whir as each tit was vacuumed into the cups. Laura winced in pain as she felt her sensitive tits deforming and forcefully being stretched. He turned a dial on the box that made the whirring become louder, and caused the machine to suck her poor breasts harder than before. The poor girl spewed pained moans as her eyes begged him to stop the evil machine. His cold stare showed no mercy and he turned the dial completely, so that the machine would be sucking her tits at full force. Laura wailed loudly as she saw her encased breasts bloating and swelling inside the cups.

"Alright, this looks good. I need to go out and get some cigarettes and stuff. I'll be back in an hour." He picked up his car keys and left, leaving his girlfriend alone with only the noise of the mechanical box sucking mercilessly at her breasts to accompany her cries. 

***

Derek came back in an hour just like he said he would. His girlfriend was kneeling with her encased tits on the table having them sucked by the machine, exactly where he had left her. Except now the breasts were so bloated that it had completely filled the cups. Not an inch of space was left over inside the casing. He came over and flicked the switch so that the machine slowed to a complete stop. The whirring faded and left Laura's sobbing and hiccuping behind. Her face was completely wet with salty tears that streamed down her reddened face. She shrieked as Derek pulled at the cups roughly. It took all of his force but the clear domes finally came off with a 'pop' and the two swollen sacks of meat plopped limp against the table. 

Immediately she felt the air caressing her bloated mammaries. The pump had engorged her massive tit bags with blood causing them to swell and become ultra sensitive. Her tits could feel every small motion in the air, even the vibrations of Derek's footsteps pounded in her swollen lumps of meat flesh. Her breasts were now two cup sizes larger making them two grotesque GG's. They were almost too big on Laura's small frame, making them look like lewd disproportionate globes that clung stupidly to her chest. The poor girl sniffled, thankful that the machine had stopped. However Derek was far from being done with her. He brought over a red ball gag that he had just bought from his outing and stuffed it in her mouth.

"I know you get pretty loud so I was thoughtful and bought this." She could only moan through the gag in reply, but she did her best to say "Thank you". She was so grateful that her wonderful boyfriend was so caring. The light metal clink of his belt pierced her ears as Derek started to take off his belt. It was nothing special, just a plain strip of leather about an inch and a half thick. Laura watched in horror as her boyfriend wrapped the strip around his knuckles and raised it high in the air. It almost seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as the leather swung down, embedding into her tit flesh and bouncing back, leaving a pink stripe behind on her skin. 

The ball gag did nothing to muffle her cries. She screamed through the gag spewing spit in the air, and a thin stream of drool down her chin. Derek raised his strap again and gave another blow to her tits with a WHAP! Laura was no stranger to having her tits beaten. Derek would actually do it quite often, but the pain was ten times more excruciating now since her tits were so sensitive. He brought the belt up over his head each time and brought it down mercilessly on the pancake mound like he wanted to pound the fleshy mound right into the wood work.

"Fucking." WHAP! "Stupid." WHAP! "Cunt." WHAP! "Making me waste my time..." WHAP! "On these stupid small tits of yours." WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Laura's whole body vibrated with her bawling as the pain ripped through every pore of her being. She shook her head desperately trying to send her boyfriend signals that she couldn't take anymore. Despite her cries, her boyfriend continued to rain down blow after blow, tenderizing her tit meat.

It was about twenty minutes before Derek took a break to roll his shoulders, and massage the muscles in his neck. He was getting tired of using his belt and decided it was time for a change of pace. Laura was a complete mess, her chest was throbbing and bright red from the various strokes to her poor breasts. Silvery strands of drool hung from her lips and slid down to wet the lewd fun bags. Each time her saliva or salty tears would drip on to her tender skin, it would cause every nerve in her tit bags to scream in pain.

Derek left into his room again and came out with a new item in each hand. In his right was a long clear plastic cane that had originally been used to twist open and close a set of window blinds. In his left was the type of clothes hanger you'd see in the store hanging from a rack with a skirt in it's steel clips. The clips were able to slide along a thin piece of metal so it could easily be adjusted to any size of clothing that would be put on display. For Derek, it was just another perk in case he wanted to squish her soft breasts together or pull her nipples apart as far as they could go.

Without a word he pulled one of her long teats and clamped it in one of the steel clips on the hanger. Laura's pained howls pierced the air and only grew louder when he did the same to her other nipple. Derek toyed with the curved handle stretching her nipples slowly watching the two defenseless nubs stretching like taffy. With his other hand he used the cane to pick up where he left off.

The swats came hard and rapidly onto her sacks of fat leaving red puffy welts on her poor beaten breasts. She howled in pain trying her best to form words through the red ball in her mouth. Derek made sure to cover every inch of her bare breasts with puffy pink stripes. He grabbed at the hanger again to stretch her nipples and then started to cane her stretched nipple meat. Every wave of pain shot through the girl's body like a thunderclap. The pain was so intense that she felt she could pass out at any second.

Finally when every piece of her skin was glowing pink, Derek stopped his caning. He examined his work, tilting his head to make sure he had painted every part of her breasts pink. For a second, he looked satisfied, but his smile quickly turned into a look of disappointment as he remembered that the underbelly of her breasts hadn't been touched yet. He lifted the hanger up by the handle, pulling Laura's fatty bowling balls in the air by her nipples and started to work on the soft neglected undersides of her fat sacks. He swung the clear cane with precision and force, making sure the bottoms of her breasts were just as red and welted as the tops. After he had striped the bottoms of her bloated tits, he unclipped her nipples and let them drop on table. She was so relieved to be free of the clamps... At least until the blood started to rush back into the chewed nubs. The girl shrieked in pain as the circulation started to return in her abused teats.

Derek let out a long sigh like he had just finished an intense workout at the gym. He undid the ball gag from Laura's mouth and sat down on the couch. Laura was a complete mess, her eyes were just as red as her tits from crying so much. The girl reached to touch her bloated bags lightly but even her own soft touch caused waves of pain throughout her body. 

"Hm... Yeah I guess they do look a little bigger." Derek said he looked at the two fleshy globes he had just abused. He eyed the battered globes while stroking his 10 inch throbbing monster that he had pulled out from his pants. "Come over here, lets put those stupid tits to good use now." Laura nodded slowly and crawled over to her boyfriend, her two engorged breasts swaying beneath her as she made her way over to him on her hands and knees. She kneeled before him, and propped her new overgrown breasts on his lap.

Derek gripped her nipples in between his fingers. Her teats were still flattened and hadn't had time to recover from the coat hanger, but this didn't matter to him at all. He grabbed her smashed teats firmly, crushing them in his grip and brutally twisting them back into their original shape. Laura wriggled and yelped as he mercilessly pinched and pulled at them. Her cleavage was already well lubricated by the drool from the ball gag, so the bloated fun bags were now perfectly primed for a tit fuck. Derek pulled at her heavy breasts using the nipples as a handle and wrapped the two pink beaten breasts around his cock. With a combination of thrusting his hips and sliding Laura's battered breasts up and down by her sore nipples, he fucked her soft and fleshy udders. The tip of his cock would smear thick pre cum on her cheek each time the head would poke her face. The salty tears that her eyes kept spilling only helped lubricate his cock even more as it ravaged the slit between the two overgrown knockers.

Derek tilted his head back and jammed his dick up against her cheek as he stretched her nipples far from her body. The veiny hose squirted his cock juice all over his girlfriend, coating her face with his thick white sauce. As usual the thick creamy milk squirted in never ending streams all over the girl's face. Laura whimpered pitifully, her face coated with jizz and tears, her bloated udders still gripping the fat cock in between them. Derek's face twisted up in disgust at the sight of the cum coated whore.

"Damn. I should have just used this..." Derek picked up the skirt hanger, his fingers slid the steel clips from side to side. "Then I wouldn't have had to hold onto your saggy tits." Derek moved the two humongous melons off of his knees and made his way to the kitchen for a beer. Laura hung her head in shame, looking at her new pair of over sized breasts.

"Thank you for making my breasts bigger Derek... I-I'm really sorry you had to go through all the trouble... You're such a good boyfriend for doing this for me. I really appreciate it..." Laura mumbled as she caressed her aching tits. She could still feel the warmth emanating from the beaten and caned skin.

"Yeah, that thing wasn't cheap you know. It's okay, you can just pay me back for it later. You get paid next at your job right?" He took a swig of his beer and set it on the table. "My friends said they were coming over at two. It's two right now so you need to go."

"Oh... Okay. Sorry..." Laura whispered weakly, her voice was scratchy and hoarse from all the screaming she had done today. She was just barely able to put on her already ill fitting tube top. The top was already a couple sizes too small. It felt like it was completely cutting off the circulation in her body now that it was accommodating her new breasts. Laura dragged herself to the front door, knowing that Derek would never allow her to clean herself up before leaving.

"Oh hey babe? One more thing." Derek said as he gathered his tools of torment from the coffee table. Laura turned to look with her puffy red eyes and cum drenched face. "Those effects aren't permanent. It takes upkeep you know. By tomorrow your tits are probably going to be all small again. We need to do this again, so come back tomorrow too."

The color drained from her face. She wanted to melt into the floor or curl up in a ball and cry. Instead, she mustered all of her strength and nodded.

"O-okay Derek... I'll see you tomorrow... Thanks again..." Laura bit her lip to fight back fresh tears as she started her journey back to her dorm room. She was too broken to care about the stares she was getting from strangers once they saw her cum soaked face walk by.



Laura Ch. 02



Yusuf drove Laura to his home. During the trip she couldn't help thinking was this deal something that sleazy man had planned from the very beginning. She still remembered his touches in the court and was shivering from disgust of the idea to let him do it freely for 2 months. But what was her option, to go to jail? Previous evening she got raped twice in the police custody. What would happen to her in a prison?

She kept worrying how she could mentally take the time. She was well educated and in supervising position. Only to be a maid was degrading enough and if that included sexual favors, it was even worse. She felt miserable and begun to sob. She had always thought she was strong, but this situation was too much.

Yusuf noticed her tears. He put his palm on her thigh and tried to comfort, "Don't cry. It will be okay. I'm not evil. I will take good care of you. You just do what I tell you to."

"This is so wrong. I was arrested for no reason and I got this punishment. I'm an engineer, not a maid."

He gently stroked her thigh. "You are not an engineer now. You are just a silly girl, who needs some guidance. Don't hesitate to ask, if you don't know what to do." He smiled at her, but that made Laura feel even worse. Yusuf moved his palm between her thighs and glided it against her sex. "And don't think this as a punishment. I will take care of your sexual needs."

Laura pushed his hand away. Yusuf stopped the car. He turned to Laura and said angrily, "You will never deny me. If you do, I will throw you immediately back to police." That scared her and she nodded. Yusuf continued his driving. He moved his hand back between her legs. This time she didn't resist. For a while he didn't do anything. Then he asked," Do you want me to rub your pussy?"

Of course she didn't, but knew she couldn't say no. This was some kind of test. Finally she said, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. You can rub me there."

"Ask nicely, if you want it."

"Can you please stroke my pussy?" She almost threw up. This was so humiliating.

"If that pleases you. Open your legs wider." Yosuf's fingers started to grope her covered pussy. She felt very uncomfortable. How could she tolerate this pig's touches for two months? And this was only touching, how about sex with him?

"Do you have man at home?" he asked.

"No. I'm single."

"Not even a boyfriend?"

"Not for a while." The pressure against pussy didn't excite her, but she still felt moistening.

"So this pussy has not been in use before yesterday for a long time?"

"No," she replied lamely.

"Don't you like sex?"

"Yes, but..." she didn't know how to finish.

"Then I will make you happy. I promise your pussy will get lot of attention. Good?"

It broke her again, she sobbed "Please, I don't want to. Can't I just be your servant other way?"

"But I feel my responsibility is to take care of you. I can't neglect your needs."

"I can be two months without sex," she tried, though knew Yusuf was just playing with her.

"Why? Don't you like me?"

"Yes, but not that way." The humiliation and groping had made her pussy wet.

"Am I too ugly for you?"

"No."

"Then there shouldn't be a problem. You don't have to love me. I can satisfy you. It seems you like my touches. Your pussy is wet, isn't it?"

"Yes," she had to say.

"I can finger your pussy, if you move my hand in your panties. Do you want that?"

"No." she argued.

Without saying anything Yusuf removed his hand. He slowed down and made a U-turn. Laura knew what that meant. She couldn't go back and panicked. "Please, don't take me back to them. I can't take it. I let you touch me."

That had no effect to him. "Please, you can finger fuck me," she tried again.

"Why would I do that?" Yusuf replied seriously.

Laura had to degrade herself. "I need that. I want to feel your fingers inside me."

Yusuf continued his drive. "Only fingers?" 

"No, your penis too."

That made him have a second U-turn. Laura opened the button and zipper of her pants. She then grabbed Yusuf's hand and guided it against her naked pussy. His middle finger penetrated to her vagina. He started to slowly finger fuck her. Laura felt the soreness due to her three rapes during the last 20 hours.

Yusuf didn't let her easy. "Tell me how much you want my cock in your pussy."

"I want you so much," she lied.

"How do you want to get fucked? Front or back? Or do you want to ride my cock?" He added another finger.

"Please..."

"Tell me."

"I don't know... Front." He had increased pace. 

"You are soaking wet. Tell me more. Will you keep your legs straight or do you grab your knees spread them wide open. Or do you rather want me to push them on your shoulders?"

Laura started to pant. The finger fucking combined with the humiliation had brought her to the limit.

"Please. Whatever pleases you." She felt she needed to come. Instead Yusuf pulled his hand off. 

"I'm sorry you have to wait. We are almost in my house." Laura's face was deep red and she kept on panting for a while. She buttoned her pants after recovery. She had humiliated herself to uttermost level. Yusuf stopped in front of a big house. He got out of the car and opened the door for Laura. She stepped out and thought a moment should she try to escape. She knew it was vain. She couldn't get out of this country, not even with help of her German workers. She let Yusuf to escort her into the house. They stopped in a big room, which she assumed to be some kind of living room, but big one. He turned to Laura and placed his palms on her shoulder. She didn't know what to expect. His fingers went on her uppermost blouse button and opened it. He carefully opened all and peeled the shirt off her. Laura knew she would be raped again. The bra was next. He took her breast between his thumb, poke and middle finger and pressed it.

"These are really small, but I like them this way." Next he undressed her shoes and then pants. She stood in front of him only her panties on. He turned her around and placed his fingers under the waist band and pulled the panties off her ass. He started to caress her buttocks. "You have a firm and beautiful bum. I love it. Turn around." He looked at her pussy and smiled. He tapped it with his fingers and said, "Pretty. I don't want to make you sad, but I won't put my cock to your waiting hole yet. I know you need it bad, but please be patient. Let's go and wash you first. I bet you are dirty after the night in cell." She hated the way he talked to her, it sounded like she was a horny sex addict.

Yusuf took her to a bathroom and asked her to step into tub. "Kneel down." She did. Yusuf opened the shower and the warm water wet her hair. He took some shampoo and started to wash her hair gently. That too felt humiliating. After rinsing the shampoo he put soap on a swamp and started to wash her body. First her back and then her breasts and stomach. "Stand up," he said. He soaped her slender legs and then her slower stomach and butt. He put the swamp away and placed his fingers against her pussy. He pushed two fingers in and moved them in her. Laura almost cried. This was most degrading act. 

"Is your pussy very sore? I heard you were treated roughly."

"Yes, it hurts."

"But you still want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," she sobbed. He kept on moving his fingers.

"That didn't sound very convincing. You should sound happy, very happy."

Laura gulped and tried, "I want your cock in my pussy."

"Try again. Something like, I want Yusuf to put his penis into my hungry maid hole and fuck me till I scream of happiness."

In disgust she repeated his saying. He teased her more, "Now in your own words."

She had to think a while. "Yusuf's cock will feel so nice in me." He removed his fingers, but all of a sudden they were on her ass crack. He started to push his poke finger in her anus.

"No, not that," she begged. He ignored her pleas and penetrated to her hole.

"I want you to be clean all over. Carry on." He put his other hand on her pussy and found her clit. He teased it with the tip of his middle finger while pumping the other finger in her ass.

Laura almost screamed due to pain in her ass hole. "Please. I need your cock in me so bad."

He stopped and rinsed the soap off her. She dried herself with a towel and was supposed to step out of the tub. "Wait, there is one thing we need to do," he said and dug something out from a shelf. Laura saw shaving foam and a razor in his hand. Soon foam was spread on her pubic area and she could feel how he removed her hair. He rinsed the area and smiled satisfied. Laura had thought he had already faced all the humiliation. She looked down and hated the sight of her bare pussy. It made her feel slutty. Yusuf spread some lotion on the irritated area and put some in her asshole too. 

"I'm not sure about you. On the other hand you beg to be fucked like a whore and on the other hand you are like an innocent girl, who still needs guidance. Don't worry, I will teach you everything. You don't have to stress your small brains. Will you be my little girl?"

More insults, she thought. "Yes," she said.

"Good. Maybe your hair starts to grow when you become a woman. What do you want Yusuf to do now?"

She knew what she had to say. "I want Yosuf's penis in me."

He tapped her ass and said, "I can't deny that from my horny girl. Let's try to find a nice bed."

They walked to his bedroom which had a king size bed in it. Yusuf took his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. He kicked his shoes off and pointed with his finger Laura to take place in front of him. He made her kneel. She knew what she had to do. She opened his pants and pulled them down with his underwear. She took them off. His penis was in semi-erected state. It wasn't very long, but the thickness of it worried Laura. His outlook revolted her also otherwise. His chest and stomach was covered by thick hair and his large belly sacked almost on his penis.

"My girl likes Yusuf's penis? Go ahead and lick it."

She was shocked about the idea, but pushed her tongue out and carefully licked the mushroom shaped tip. She kept her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes and look at me. Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it."

"It is my girl's lollipop. You know how to suck a lollipop?"

She couldn't help it. She opened her mouth wide and the first time in her life let a penis invade her mouth. She started to suck it.

"Yes. Suck it and look at me. Yes, you can take it out now. Wrap your fingers around it and stroke it. Yes, faster." He took a strong grip of her hair and shot his sperm on her face. It spread on her cheeks, nose and lips. She almost vomited. "That looks really pretty. Lick it off your lips. You like the taste? Yes, and now spread the rest on your small titties. They may start to grow. You want your titties to grow? Say it."

Laura managed to say between her sobs, "I want my titties to grow." Her mounds gloved his slimes on them. 

"If you want Yusuf between your legs, you must make him hard again." Reluctantly she took the softened organ in her hand and took the tip of it in her mouth again. Soon he was hard. "Good. Yusuf must make her girl happy. Lie down on the bed on your stomach and spread your legs." She obeyed and took the position. She felt Yusuf to kneel behind her. "Spread your ass cheeks. That looks nice. Keep them like that."

She was worried how her pussy could take another penis again. The guard and the judge had fucked her so hard she could still feel the soreness. All of a sudden she felt pressure on her anus and realized Yusuf's intentions. 

"No, please not that," she cried out. The pressure increased. Her sphincter gave up and Yusuf was able to push his penis into her tight hole. She screamed her lungs out, "No, no, no, take it out. It hurts." He started to pull out and then rammed back. Another howling scream. "Please. Fuck my pussy. I need your cock in my pussy, nooooo...Yosuf's little girl needs his penis in her pussy, noooo, don't move it, hurts...Girl has pretty bald pussy, which need man's fucking, use my pussy please, no,no." He just laughed at her begs and kept on fucking her ass.

He stopped for a moment and said "I like what you are saying. Keep on. Make me change my mind."

She couldn't say anything. Her sobs were continuous. He pushed in hard. "No, no, don't move. Girl has been bad and fucked many men. Yusuf needs to punish me. He must abuse girl's slutty hole."

Again he made some hard strokes, which made her cry out again. "How an educated engineer talk like that?" he asked.

"No, I'm just a silly girl. I need Yusuf to teach me. He can think for me." She was totally broken. He had given up her identity and occupation and acted like a brainless bimbo. "And I need his cock in my pussy..." she continued.

Yusuf had heard enough and couldn't hold anymore. He started to fuck her ass with increasing tempo. Laura whined under him. Finally his seed erupted into her hole. He pulled out and rolled on his back beside her. Laura kept on crying. He tapped her ass cheek and said, "I really loved your tight hole. Your pussy is better be good or I will stick with this. Stop that whining and go wash yourself. Don't be long. I'm already missing my girl."

She could hardly walk. She sat on the toilet seat and with bidet shower rinsed her abused ass hole. Sperm kept on leaking out of it. She sobbed. She dried her ass and just sat there a while to recover. She knew she had to return.

Yusuf was still on his back. "Can my girl's lollipop mouth make it hard again?" Laura sighed and crawled beside him. She took the penis, which just had been in her ass, to her mouth and started to tease it. It took a little longer, but soon the hardness returned. She was going to lie down beside him, but Yusuf stopped her.

"No. Get on your fours." She did and Yusuf rose up behind her. "Does my little girl want Yusuf's dick in her pussy?" He caressed her buttocks. 

"Yes," Laura replied and reached her hand between her legs and found his erected cock. She placed it against her pussy entrance. 

"Put it in." She moved her ass against his loins and let his member find its way to her pussy. Its thickness stretched her tissues and the soreness of the previous treatments made her gulp. She tried to get acquainted for a while and didn't make a move. "Start to work your hole on my dick." She understood she had to do the work. She moved her ass back and forth with slow movements and couldn't help getting more and more wet. She hated the feeling to get excited. "Move your pretty ass, faster," Yusuf commanded. Laura increased the tempo and felt even more turned on. He noticed it and wrapped his arm in front of her. He started to tease her erected clit. She moaned. "Does my maid want to cum on Yusuf's dick?"

"Yes, please." To her surprise he pulled out. She felt the emptiness of her pussy. She had been so near, but Yusuf had denied the pleasure from her.

"You must earn it. I liked your tight butt hole very much. I wouldn't mind to have another round."

"No, please not again. It hurts too much."

"Yusuf needs to teach her girl to like it. Ask nicely." He patted her ass.

"No. Can't you have my pussy? I want it. I'll make you feel better."

He placed his palm on her head and tapped it. "Let your little brains rest. Yusuf will tell which is best for her maid. Don't you agree?"

He was again degrading her. She broke to tears and stammered, "Yes, but..."

"No buts. Pussy or ass? Tell me where you want Yusuf's penis."

"Ass," she sobbed. There was no use to argue.

"Good. Go ahead."

She hesitated a moment, but then grabbed his penis and placed it against her puckered hole and started to move her ass back. Penetration hurt less than in the first time. It didn't mean it was easy. Carefully she was able to take the whole penis in. It burned her guts.

"Yes. It feels good. Move it."

"I can't. Hurts..."

"You will learn to like it. Come on, fuck me." She tried to hump slowly, but that didn't satisfy Yusuf. Soon she had to increase the pace. She was sure to be ruined, but continued till she felt his bitter seed to spread in her anus. 

"Yes, baby. You are learning," he cheered. He stayed in her for a while and then lied down on the bed. Laura collapsed on it too, on her stomach. She cried in misery. This man had converted her from a respected engineer to sex slave just in couple of hours. How could she tolerate this for 2 months? Only the first day had been too much for her and it was afternoon. There were several hours to go.

Suddenly she felt his fingers on her ass crack. Yusuf put the tip of his finger in her hole and moved it gently. "Did my girl like her tight ass to be fucked?"

"No. Please don't touch me there," she pleaded.

"Sorry to hear. You will learn to like it. Just a matter of practice. Tell you what. If you ask really nicely, I can try to fuck it one more time."

"Nooo, it will ruin me," she tried.

"You are thinking too much again. Which one of us knows better what is good for my maid?"

"You."

"Say it."

"Yusuf knows better what is good for her maid."

"Good. So, tell me what my maid needs now?"

"Yusuf's penis in her ass," she sobbed.

"If you need it, beg it."

"I can't...Please Yusuf, can you fuck my ass again?"

"Why?" he continued her humiliation. 

"I...need it. I have to learn."

"Maybe later. Turn on your back." She felt relived. It had just been his games. She rolled over.

"My maid deserves her orgasm. Grab your knees and spread your legs real wide." The position opened her pussy to ajar. Yusuf knelt between her dangling legs and pushed his poke and middle finger in her pussy. He started to pump the fingers in her. Her hole was still wet from the previous treatments. She started to pant at once. His movements became more violent.

"Please don't t hurt me."

"My girl told me earlier her slutty pussy needs to be abused and punished. Did she lie to Yusuf?"

"No, but." She couldn't help it. Despite the growing pain she felt the excitement to grow too. Her pants became heavier. Yusuf stopped.

"My girl wants to cum?"

"Yes, please."

He placed his other hand on her pussy and took the erected bud between his fingers. He pressed it hard. That made her to scream, but also the orgasm took over. Her pussy contracted tightly around his fingers.

"Your horny pussy milks my fingers. I love it."

Laura let her knees go and lied on her back panting. She felt totally used and humiliated. Yusuf let her rest for a while and went to bathroom to clean himself. When he returned Laura was still lying on the bed. Suddenly a doorbell rang. 

"What are you waiting for? You are my maid. Go open the door."

"Now? I mean I'm naked."

"You don't need clothes to open a door. Hurry up." She rose up and rushed to the door. She opened it carefully to see who is behind it. It was another wealthy looking man.

"Hello. Tell Yusuf Mahdi is here."

She run back to Yusuf who asked to let the man in. She opened the door for him. As soon he was in, Laura tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands. Yusuf came to them.

"I'm sorry, she is my new maid and in the beginning of her education. She should know not to hide anything from my friends," Laura let her arms drop. She blushed when Mahdi stared at her.

"Is she American?"

"No, German. Ms. Hoffman. She used to be an engineer."

"Wise girl. How can she manage?"

Yusuf turned to Laura and said, "Tell him."

She had to degrade herself in front of this stranger. "Yusuf knows what is best for me. I don't have to think." Mahdi laughed which made her to blush even more.

"How do you call her?"

"Actually I don't know yet. Her name is Laura, but I don't like it. Look at her. She is like a little girl. No tits and no pubic hair. She should have name like that."

Laura understood she was about to lose the last bit of her identity. 




Laura Ch. 02



"How about Kitty?" Mahdi suggested.

"Yes, that sounds good. How do you like it?" Yusuf asked from Laura.

She just nodded.

"Kitty, from now on you will address yourself always as Kitty, like Kitty wants Yusuf to fuck her pussy. Understood? Let's go to the living room. Kitty, take his jacket and follow us."

The men sat on chairs and chatted in their own language to each other ignoring the naked Laura standing close to them. By the outlook, she guessed Mahdi was Yusuf's brother. Suddenly Yusuf turned his speech to English.

"Kitty, tell him what you have learned today."

That caught her by surprise. What could she say? She began to stammer, "I have learned Yusuf knows what is best for me."

"What did I just tell you? You say, Kitty has learned Yusuf knows what is best for her. If you forget it again, I have to punish. Tell Mahdi why don't you have any pubic hair?"

"Yusuf shaved me...Kitty"

"But why?"

"Kitty has to become a woman to deserve hair," she remembered and was about to die from humiliation.

"We also trained something, Kitty."

"Yusuf taught Kitty to like butt fuck," she burst out. Mahdi laughed.

"Do you like to take in your ass?" 

"Kitty will learn." She was sure that would never happen. The first two experiences had been so painful.

"Why your tits are so small?"

What could she say to that? "Kitty's breasts has not grown bigger," she tried.

"Yes, they like young girl's. Are you ashamed to show those to men?"

"Kitty is fine with her breasts." She felt annoyed about the questioning. 

"But you would like to have tits men like?"

"Kitty would like to have them bigger," she said to stop the interrogation.

"Maybe Mahdi could try to stretch them. Would you like that?"

She understood the purpose of the whole conversation. They wanted to humiliate her more and abuse her breasts. This had gone too far. She couldn't agree to just anything and started to think her options. Could the prison be worse than this? Maybe she gets abused, but at least she could keep her identity. Now she had to act like an idiot. On the other hand here she got abused by Yusuf only and maybe by his brother, but in prison...she didn't know. The living in the house would probably be nicer than in a cell. She decided to go on, at least now.

In full disgust she said, "Kitty would like that." Mahdi stood up and walked behind her. 

"Put your hands behind your neck and bend your shoulders back. Yes, keep it like that. Push your tits out." He wrapped his arms around her and placed palms on her breasts. He first molested them gently and teased her nipples which got erected. "These are so tiny. I understand why you want me to stretch them. Are you ready?" He didn't wait any answer, but took both of the breasts in tight grip and started to pull them out of her. Laura cried out and the pain made her move forward.

"Stand still, Kitty," Yusuf said. "Otherwise this is useless." This time Mahdi took only her nipples between his thumbs and poke fingers and begun the stretching again. The tit flesh got a conical shape. She sobbed and tears wet her face. Mahdi didn't let go.

"Kitty, do they look better now?"

"Kitty likes them."

"I think he could do more. Ask him?"

"Can Mahdi stretch Kitty's breasts more?" she sobbed.

"I think I can." She screamed when Mahdi stretched her flesh even further. Then he let go. 

"I'm sorry the result was not permanent, but it was worth of trying," Yusuf said and continued, "Maybe Kitty is meant to be a girl, not woman. Small tits and hairless pussy. Kitty, how do you thank Mahdi for his efforts?"

"Kitty can suck Mahdi."

"I think Mahdi would like that after something else. What Kitty suggests?"

"Mahdi can fuck Kitty's pussy. Kitty's pussy needs cock, " she tried her best because was afraid of another butt fucking. 

Yusuf knew that. "How about your learning period? You are not finished yet."

"Kitty can't now. Kitty's ass is in pain," she dared to try.

"Kitty knows better than Yusuf?"

"No, but...Mahdi...can fuck...Kitty's ass," she surrendered. 

"Good Kitty. Bend over and spread your ass cheeks for Mahdi."

Mahdi could see her sphincter had loosened a little due to previous fucks. The skin look irritated. That didn't prevent him to dig out his cock and place it against the hole. He didn't care how it would feel to Laura. She was just a western whore. He grabbed her hips and rammed to the hilt at once. 

"Arggh, noooo..." 

"That is no way to act, Kitty. You are scaring him. You should encourage him. Talk to him."

"Oh, no. Kitty has Mehdi's penis in her ass." Mehdi's loins slapped against her buttocks. If he had not held her, she would have lost her balance. He didn't give any mercy.

"Kitty wants Mehdi's sperm in her hole," she tried her best despite the horrible pain.

"You got it," he yelled and emptied his load. Laura couldn't have stood a second longer. She was rewarded with a tap on her ass. He pulled out. She knew she had to clean him and without any command knelt in front of him and took his cock in her mouth.

"Kitty starts to learn her duties," Yusuf cheered.

Mehdi didn't want to cum again, but put his cleaned cock in his pants before the sucking went too far. He returned to the chair and started chatting with his brother again. They ignored the presence of Laura totally. After a while Mehdi stood up and left the house.

Yusuf looked Laura who just stood there without knowing what she should do. "Does my Kitty want to have clothes?" he suddenly asked. She wasn't sure what to answer. Maybe this was another test for her. She decided to play safe.

"If Yusuf wants Kitty to wear."

"Kitty can't be naked all the time. I have to find you something."

"Can Kitty wear the clothes she had?" she dared to ask.

"Are they girl's clothes?"

"They are Kitty's"

"They were Laura Hoffman's clothes. I will buy you something more appropriate. Go wash yourself and have a rest. I'll be back soon." Then he left. Laura understood no one kept her in this house. She could run, if she wanted to. Probably Yusuf had thought that too and trusted she wouldn't dare. If she got caught, it would mean prison.

It took more than hour before he returned. Yusuf had a small plastic bag in his hand. He found Laura sleeping in the bed room and woke her up. She rose and sat on the edge of the bed. "Look Kitty what Yusuf has for you." He tossed the bag to her. Laura started to dig out the clothes. First she found a plain white T-shirt. She put it on. It was very tight and the fabric was thin. The outline of her breasts showed well. The next piece of clothes was small panties, little girl's panties. They were white and had pink hearts on them. She knew where this would lead. Yusuf was dressing her like a school girl. She also put on the short black skirt and white socks. The last items were black shoes, not meant for adult woman. She looked at herself and felt ridiculous. 

"How does my Kitty like them. Pretty?"

"Kitty likes her new clothes," she answered.

"Good. I'd hope the men like them too. I have invited an older gentleman for the evening. Kitty must take very good care of him. Kitty will finally get her pussy fucked for good."



Laura Ch. 03



This is a romantic thriller, with lots of interaction between the central characters, and lots of twists and turns. Life has its ups and downs, and as in this story about Laura and Chris, nothing runs smoothly.

I hope you enjoy their love story.

*

The morning was half over, the nurse had been, and Laura had kept looking up the road through the front window, and still no sign of him. Just like a man to let you down she thought. All morning Mrs J and she had been making plans, and escape was getting more real. They discussed setting up the bank account and a PO box in the name of Rebecca Jackson, obtaining the money and having it put in the account, buying the black dye for her hair, setting up a new life with the money far away from here.

So why did she keep looking out the window wondering if he would turn up today to repair the garden gate. She had only met him yesterday, but somehow there was a part of her that missed him not turning up today, and last night she was shocked at her reaction of seeing him with that woman. 

Turning away from the window and walking into the sitting room, she sat down on the chair next to Mrs J on the sofa and smiled at the old lady sitting quietly watching the mid morning television programme. They sat there together watching as guests came and went, plugging their films or books, until suddenly the doorbell rang and Laura's body jumped at the shrill sound and Mrs J said "Well go answer it you silly girl, you know you've been waiting for him to come all morning." Calming herself as she walked up the hall to the door and opening it she found Chris standing one hand in his jeans pocket, the other holding a large heavy tool box. 

"Hi, sorry I'm late, I got delayed," and half turning towards the front gate. "I'll get started on the gate, if you start brewing up the coffee. I need a caffeine fix big time right now."

She blurted out as he walked away from her towards the gate, "You look different!"

He turned back towards her, his free hand rubbing his now clean chin. "Yeah, must be Wednesday. I'm always clean shaven on Wednesday." and then as casually as he could he enquired "like it?"

Laura looked up at him, a serious look on her face, her eyes drinking in his now revealed features. "You've got dimples!"

Chris laughed "Yeah, but don't tell anyone." and turning away walked up to the gate, a big smile on his face. He felt elated. Slipping out of his jacket he knelt down by the gate and started the repairs, his mind mulling over the position he had found himself in, and what he should do about it.

He knew he was in love, and he now had a connection to his love, but there was nowhere to go with his feelings. She was married to that bastard, and he knew he had no right to her, no real way to express his feelings. But he knew he could give her something and that was a friendship and support, just like Mrs Jackson had said to him. He would be there for her, give whatever she needed without putting pressure on her. Be a real friend. 

Trish was sweet and he liked her very much, and maybe if he had met her before seeing Laura months ago he could have fallen for her, but there was no room for loving her in his soul, all space was taken up by a woman he couldn't have. He had been honest with Tricia and she had offered her friendship to him, understanding that his heart was taken, but content to accept whatever relationship he gave her.

As he worked on the gate, rubbing down the wood Laura watched out of the window. Suddenly she caught herself, for the last ten minutes she had stood there at the window admiring his body. She was shocked at herself for she realised she had been comparing his body to Roberts.

Whilst Robert worked out in the gym regularly he was not as strong and well built as the man in the garden. Long back tapered down from wide shoulders to narrow hips. His jeans pulled down slightly from kneeling revealed dark olive skin and the denim clung tightly to his thighs as he knelt down outlining long masculine legs. In fact Laura decided there was a natural masculine charisma that sat well with Chris, enhanced by his laid back nature, whilst Robert strutted to achieve his.

Going to the kitchen she poked her head around the door of the sitting room to check on the old lady enquiring if she would like anything to eat or drink.

"Just some water love."

"How about trying a little Orange Juice Mrs J?"

"Alright, just a little, just for you." 

Brewing up the coffee, she went into the sitting room and helped the old lady to have a drink. Encouraging her to take more food and drink was getting harder, and from her experience of working for the hospice in her role she knew it would not be long before the move to the hospice would have to be made. But until then Laura would try to make home life as comfortable and normal as she could.

Setting up the bank account this afternoon made her nervous, but a basic bank account could be set up with supporting identification, all of which was here under the name of Rebecca Jackson in one form or another. The Birth Certificate was the main identification she needed and that she had, and there was also the up to date electricity and gas bills. Amongst the stuff she had found upstairs was Rebecca's national insurance card and health registration card.

Laura had found an office in the yellow pages that offered temporary mailing services so she could arrange for all mail addressed to Rebecca Jackson to be diverted to the address drop for her to collect until she could find a new place to live and then have the mail redirected there. The black hair dye and make up would change her look enough when the time came to then help her to run away, change her identity and set up a new life.

Finishing getting the coffee and biscuits ready she took them into the sitting room and put them on the table, then went out to where Chris still knelt hammering away at a joint in the wooden gate.

He looked up stopping his work, wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, and waited quietly for Laura to speak. She stood above him looking down, a flustered look on her face. "Coffee's on the table" and off she ran back to the house.

Chris sat back on his heels, a smile on his face realising she was flustered. He liked that, it meant she wasn't completely unaware of him as a man. Getting up and going inside he called out asking if he could use the bathroom to clean up a little. Laura stuck her head out of the sitting room and pointing upstairs said "First door on the right"

After cleaning up and going downstairs Chris sauntered into the sitting room and hunkering down in front of the old lady said "Hello gorgeous, and how's my new girlfriend today, missed me?"

"Behave yourself young man, I'm old enough to be your grandmother!"

"I've always had a penchant for the older woman." and getting up, he picked up the frail hand and kissed the back of it before turning round to sit at the table with Laura, picking up the coffee cup, smelling it and with a sigh "Ahhh my caffeine fix, I could live without anything but my caffeine fix" took a long sip and sat back staring at Laura next to him at the end of the table.

Still flustered for some reason "What, what are you staring at?" and her hand went up to her left cheek, trying to cover the mark marring her soft complexion. 

Not wanting to upset her Chris answered "You have the most lovely eyes, did you know that?" and turning around in his chair "Don't you think so Mrs J," and turning back to Laura who now was blushing, "Deep green, the kind of eyes a man could drown in." Then picking up his cup again and sipping asked offhandedly "Did you and your husband go home after drinking at the bar last night?"

"No. No we went out for a meal at the Indian restaurant over by the river. Do you know the one I mean?' she looked down at her cup and quietly said "Did you and that girl you were with stay long at the bar?" and then looking up again at him asked "Did you go out afterwards for a meal?"

"Trish and I stayed a little after you and your husband left......How long have you been married?"

"Just over five years."

"How did you meet? Looks like a successful man. Sharp suit, lots of friends. You must have a busy social life."

Laura paused, turning her cup round and round in front of her, a frown between her brows, her body language stiffening up.

"He's successful, that's how we met, I work for a hospice looking after patients at home as a home help. His mother was dying of cancer, and he paid the hospice to look after her as he was so busy. He would come to visit her occasionally and things just went from there." She looked up at him "When she died he asked me out and we married a few months after that."

"You must have loved him very much to get married so quickly. What did your family say?"

Laura's head bent down again, folding her arms and leaning on them against the table surface. "I have no family. I was brought up in foster homes from the age of four. I left the last foster home at sixteen and had lived by myself until I met Robert." She looked up at Chris, and gave a weak smile "He was my knight in shining armour. Taking me out of the little bedsit I lived in, and I moved into his house. I was just nineteen when we met."

Listening to her talk about her marriage was like picking at a scab to Chris, but he couldn't help himself, he needed to know everything about her. 

"What about you? Are you and the girl you were with last night married? You don't wear a ring, but not all men do."

"No Trish and I aren't married" his hand lifted up and slowly moved her hair back behind her ear and asked "did he do that? Did he hit you? ...... no don't run away" and grabbing her hand as she started to rise "Look I'm not judging you, so please don't be embarrassed, but yesterday I told you if you need a friend I'm here, and I think you need a friend."

"It was an accident. He didn't mean to. He gets wound up at work and I get things wrong at home all the time. It won't happen again" and she walked into the kitchen, her arms around her waist, tears in her eyes; she moved to the sink and leaning over it, stood as the tears quietly ran down her cheek.

Gentle arms came round her from behind pulling her back against his warm hard body and a soft deep voice said "Let the tears come Laura." And with a great sob she turned around and cried her heart out against the man she had only met the day before. 

Chris held Laura, one arm holding her against him, the other stoking her hair, his face buried in the top of her head, letting her cry against him, feeling her body shake with each deep sob. They stood like that for a while until her crying quietened down and she leaned slightly back, looking at the front of his light grey tee shirt, she sniffled "I've made you soaking wet."

"I won't wash it ever again. Here want to use it to wipe your nose." And lifting up the hem at the bottom of the cotton tee shirt offered it to her, exposing a hard flat stomach with a light swirl of black hair surrounding the indent of his navel and disappearing in a thin line to the waistband of his jeans.

Laura laughed and sniffed, shaking her head said "Save your clothes, there's a paper kitchen roll over there," and moving across to pick it up off the counter she tore off a piece and blew her nose.

Chris felt bereft the moment she had moved out of his arms. He could still feel the imprint of her small body where it had pressed against his. His heart was breaking for her and as she took another piece of paper towel from the roll he moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and turned her round again to face him.

"Last night I saw you with him, you seemed so close. How often does he hit you?"

"Like I said, only when he gets wound up at work."

"You could leave him."

"Yes I could, but where would I go?"

"You could stay with me."

"Don't be silly I hardly know you."

"I would protect you."

She looked up into his eyes, "I believe you would, but I can't do that."

"If you ever change your mind just let me know. I'll give you my mobile number and if you ever need me give me a call." And he fished into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet took out a business card and gave it to her.

She looked down at the card and read out loud "Christopher Rubin, Master Carpenter" and then in a soft almost inaudible whisper, "thank you friend."          *

Watching and listening to the two young people the woman on the couch felt content even though her life was coming to an end. She had come to think of Laura as family and had worried about her and her situation, but now she felt relieved. Even if the two people talking quietly to each other in the kitchen couldn't see it, she could. She saw it yesterday, the way his eyes watched the young girl, the gentle way he spoke to her, that his body language shouted out how he felt. He reminded her of her husband Harry, such a good man, such a kind man. She missed him every day, and now she was going to join him and that made her happy.

This stupid illness had taken away her strength and every day now was more difficult, the pills, the injections, the medication to control the pain, but Laura, the nurse, and the night home help Sarah made life bearable. Soon she would have to go to the Hospice and the young man would be there for Laura, she knew it in her heart, knew that Laura would get the courage to escape that man she was married to, the humiliation and hurt, and go onto a new life.

The lottery money would be her contribution to the young girl's second chance.

*

Handing in the completed forms along with the three pieces of ID, Laura sat in the little cubicle with the bank representative. Her nerves were stretched to breaking point as she realised she was committing fraud, opening up an account with someone else's name and papers. She never would have thought that she would come to this all those years ago. Meeting Robert was supposed to be the start of her life, filled with promise and hope, but here she was sitting opposite someone and breaking the law, just to escape him and save herself.

So many times he had threatened her that if she left him he would find her and really hurt her, and she believed him. He was a vindictive man; she had witnessed this trait in him before, when a colleague was promoted over him, in revenge he engineered it so that the poor man was eventually sacked.

The violence was getting more sexual, more vicious, and whereas before there would be months between outbursts, they seemed to be more often and closer together so that she was scared to go home to him, never quite sure what was going to happen.

She knew people had noticed the bruises, and she was so embarrassed by them knowing. In the newsagents down the road she had seen Mrs Patel looking at her lip the other week and read the shock and then the pity in her eyes. At the dry cleaners this afternoon picking up Roberts suit she saw the man serving her notice the bruise on her cheek, and then was unable to look her in the eye as he took her money.

However hard she tried to cover it up with makeup, it showed through.

Her manager Rhiannon at the Hospice had spoken to her last month, advising her about a woman's refuge, how she could go there, but Laura was so mortified that they had guessed at work she had just hung her head in shame and then flushed and embarrassed ran, to the toilet and cried. The refuge was not far and she would never be sure when she went out that he wouldn't be there to attack her. 

No, running away and changing her identity was the way, cutting off all avenues of him being able to track her down. Starting off fresh, somewhere he would never think to look for her. Somewhere people come and go all the time, so that she would blend in. 

*

He sat relaxed on the hotel bed, the remains of the breakfast on the tray next to him, the girl sat wrapped in a towel at the end of the bed.

Last night she did whatever he asked, eager to please him, even if she was a little shocked at his requests. She sat there perched quietly watching and waiting like a little pet dog waiting to be given an order. He was very tempted to see if he could push her a little further, but gave it a second thought. Best to lead her slowly and not scare her off, besides the anticipation of the next time would be all that much sweeter.

They had until noon before they had to check out, plenty of time to have a little more fun, and moving the tray down to the floor beside the bed he said to the young girl, "Sweetheart stand up and drop the towel, let me see that sweet little arse of yours." and slowly she stood up, released the towel and turned around, waiting silently to see what he wanted her to do next.

*

Laura had sat up until one o'clock that night but there had been no sign of Robert. She had slept fitfully, waking every so often, listening to see if he was in the house. But he never came home that night and now it was lunch time on Saturday and she guessed he had spent the night with the little blond from work.

Over the last three days Chris had come each morning and worked on the garden, breaking the morning up with sitting down at the big walnut table with her and talking over coffee. He explained to her that he worked for himself as a specialist carpenter loving the texture, the look and the beauty of wood. That for the past couple of months he has been working on restoring an old Georgian house in the outskirts of town that had been neglected in the past, and the new owners were bringing back to life.

He told her about his old BSA motor bike and how he loved to travel on it, roaming around and finding places off the beaten track, and how when he was a younger man he had travelled around New Zealand on an old Norton and that it had been his dream to buy and restore one someday. She listened and watched him as he talked, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled, the stubble now growing back on his jaw and around his mouth, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead from the unruly tumble on his head.

And he would ask her about herself, gently pulling from her the story of her life, her time in the fostering system, her childhood dreams, what music she liked, but never touching again upon the bruise, the abuse, or Robert and her life with him. 

Every afternoon he would disappear and she would feel a little lonely. 

Setting up the mail drop in the name of Rebecca Jackson, and getting the Post office to set the divert to drop off any post in that name put her plan that little more in place, but she knew she would miss Chris when the time came to leave. He had become a friend. Someone she felt comfortable with, someone she instinctively trusted and felt safe with. Someone that seemed to care about her.

*

Chris sat on the top of the hill, taking a deep breath and filling his lungs with the fresh air. He sat there for a long time watching the people around him, some walking dogs, some with children who ran and laughed as they rolled down the side of the hill. Couples walked hand in hand, or with arms around each other, and an old couple sat on the bench next to him holding hands in a comfortable silence that only those that knew each other well can do. He felt somehow disengaged from everyone, an observer not part of the bustle around him.

He wished Laura was sitting here next to him, her hand in his, sitting here watching and sharing the early autumn morning with him. He looked up at the sky, gentle clouds hung in the blue sky, and trees rustled in the breeze, already starting to turn the many shades of brown and orange that came with the changing season. 

Closing his eyes he pictured her face as she sat at the table with him talking, her eyes never leaving his face as he spoke, drinking in his tales of adventure and travel across the world. She had smiled that little smile as he had told her about how he loved to work with wood, to see the beautiful grains in the wood appear, the tactile feel of the different woods he worked with, and the depth of colours they all gave when waxed and polished.




Laura Ch. 03



He turned over in his mind the story she had told of her childhood, never really feeling like she belonged, being moved on from one foster family to another until there was no family to move onto and she was on her own. His heart broke for the little girl she must have been, and understood now why she put up with her husband hurting her, for the bastard must represent family to her, the only family she had. Without him she was on her own again.

Realising that it would take her courage and confidence to make any changes in her life, whatever they may be, Chris decided that he would be a real friend, show her that she was not alone, that there was someone who cared and she could turn to, but not add any complications. He would have to sublimate his needs and be careful that she never guessed at how he felt. 

It would be so difficult, but it would be his gift to her. 

*

The receptionist at the hotel handed the man his receipt, circumspectly looking up at the young woman clinging to the man's side. 'A different one this time from the last one' he thought 'and that one didn't last too long.'

He also wondered to himself how long this one would last.

Over the years the man had come with a string of young women, staying overnight three or four nights a month. Different woman who lasted only a few months, each one very young, and each one clinging to his arm, until they disappeared and were replaced by the next one.

*

Monday at the office Julian sat back in his chair, hands behind his head, smiling and listening to Roberts's description of the office junior and just what he did to her in the hotel room. He was used to these bragging sessions, taking much of what he heard as confirmation that the man at the desk opposite him was a complete and utter bastard.

Last week at the bar he noticed the bruise on the cheek of Robert's wife, even though she was trying to hide it with makeup. That wasn't the only bruise he had witnessed on her over the past few years. During the summer he had seen the marks she tried to cover up on her arm, marks that looked suspiciously like a hand squeezing her very tight, and he bet the cast on her wrist last year wasn't from a fall.

There was something decidedly cold about his colleague. It was if he felt all women were his to treat as he felt. His attitude to the other women in the office was condescending and patronising, and that was why Julian knew Robert had missed out on the promotion that last time. He also suspected Robert of engineering somehow the sacking of George Reef, the man who was promoted. He couldn't prove it, he wasn't sure how he did it, but he just felt that Robert somehow had a hand in it.

As his colleague rattled on about how she got on her knees in front of him and how he taught her what he liked, and how to give a good blow job Julian smiled and thought to himself, not for the first time, that he needed to keep on Roberts' good side, as he would be a bad enemy to make.

Robert mistook the smile for approval, and leaning forward over his desk said "You're a fool for staying faithful to your wife, there are plenty of willing little sluts out there, and if a woman gives you hassle you should show her who's boss in your home. You do wear the trousers in your house Julian, don't you?"

"I didn't marry Rachel to show her who's boss Robert, and I get more than I can handle at home thank you very much." Then leaning forward to look the man in the eye that was leaning towards him with a mocking smirk on his face said "besides I get a kick kneeling in front of my wife sometimes .........maybe you should try it!" and got back to his work.

   *

Walking across the office floor the young girl saw Robert and Julian talking and she blushed, she hoped they were not talking about her. She worried that Robert would tell people just what they did Friday night. A hot sweat broke out up her back at the memory of the night in the hotel room. Robert had asked her to do things she had never done with Dave. Things she had heard about but never thought she would do.

She had felt so sexy in her new underwear, like in the magazines she saw on the top shelf of the newsagents round the corner from where she lived with her parents. Lying to her parents about where she was on Friday night came easy. She often stayed over at friends at the weekend, and Robert had already said that he would book another night's stay at the hotel next week.

Standing at the copier as she fed the training manuals for the new product through it she coyly looked over her shoulder at were Robert was now at his desk on the phone, leaning back and gesturing with his hand as he spoke. He looked so handsome to her, and powerful. He had been so experienced and confident on Friday night, and staying in the hotel had been a real experience. She had loved the bathroom and the little bottles of hair and body shampoo they supplied, and having breakfast in bed served by room service was so lovely, something she had never done before.

Her heartbeat raced a little as she remembered how she had dropped the towel that morning and gave Robert the release the way he had shown her to do the night before, and how he had breathlessly told her between groans how good she looked with him in her mouth.

*

Over the following week Laura settled into a new routine, arriving she was met by Chris and they sat and chatted on the wall by the bus stop for a few minutes, talking about nothing in particular. Then as she walked to the house, and stood by the gate he would walk over to the motorbike parked waiting on the road, swing his long denim clad leg over the seat, strap on the black helmet, and with a downward kick start up the engine, and with a final wave swing the bike out into the morning traffic. 

Laura would watch as he disappeared into the distance and then turning she would enter the house and started looking after the old lady.

*

Each day would bring her escape plan a little more into action, buying the black hair dye, finding out where she needed to go to collect the lottery money, checking at the mail drop to see what post had arrived, and bringing back those letters that were there belonging to Mrs Jackson. She contacted by phone some letting agents in various towns, far away, to assess the cost of renting a small bedsit, and with Mrs Jackson talked about where best to go, what she should do in the future and how she could leave without a trail for Robert to follow.

But as each day passed, and her friendship grew with Chris, the urge to confide in him, to tell him her plans grew. She didn't want to lose that connection, to lose the friendship that was blossoming. The first real friendship she had ever had with a man. 

When she confided to Mrs Jackson that she was going to tell Chris, the old lady agreed, but cautioned her to leave it a while and to tell him her plans just before she went, just not yet. The old lady had seen the look in the man's eyes as he came round at the end of each day, waiting to walk Laura back to the bus stop as she waited for her bus home. Each day he would spend some time with Laura and herself, making them laugh with his outrageous stories and teasing remarks, and she would watch him watching Laura as she walked across the room, or as she stood putting on her jacket, unaware of the big man watching her with a hungry longing in his eyes.

Mrs Jackson knew that Laura would need the space to find herself, and to grow into the person she should have become before Robert got hold of her. But she guessed that if the young man knew her plans he would try to take the responsibility for her himself, and for Laura to become really strong and complete again she didn't need to go from one man to another. She would need to learn to love herself first, to build her strength and believe in herself.

*

Each day Chris would meet her in the morning, go into work restoring the old house, and he would find himself smiling as he worked, or sitting drinking coffee and talking with the rest of the crew working there.

As he stood going over the plans with the John, the project manager, his mind would wander to Laura and that morning's conversation, what she was wearing, her gentle smile, her endearing habit of blushing when he teased her.

As she sat next to him on the wall each morning he would sit there, holding himself in check, so as not to frighten her, wanting to put his arm around her and hold her, kiss her, tell her how he felt, but not daring to.

Although he treasured these moments and the building of a true friendship with Laura, his body needed to feel again her body against his, like the time in the kitchen, and his protective instinct to keep her safe and not follow her home and confront her husband had to be kept under control, as although he was not a violent man, he was not afraid of confrontation when called for.

    *

Whilst Chris and Laura were getting to know each other, someone else was hurting inside. Tricia know knew that Chris was in love with someone else, that he would never be totally hers, but she hoped that he would see she was really the right woman for him eventually.

They had met up a couple more times, going out for drinks and meals, relaxing and laughing together. Chris had made it clear that he felt it wrong to string her along, but she had pointed out that it was her choice, and that she knew where she stood. But in reality she was hoping he would realise that they were good together, and unlike the woman he said he was in love with, held no complications.

Since that night last week they had not made love, he would rest his arm around her neck as they walked along, her arm across his back, and when she rode on the back of his bike, her arms would encircle his waist from behind, her body snuggled up against his back, but he seemed to have made a decision and the line in his head could not crossed.

*

Each night Laura would return to her home, and the feeling of being safe, of having someone she felt comfortable with changed to one of unease, of dread, not knowing what mood her husband was in, whether he would suddenly explode into fury.

Carefully she kept the house as tidy as she could, making sure everything was in place, that the food was as perfect as she could make it for him, and that she looked just as he liked, her hair up, her clothes slightly revealing without being too tarty, her makeup perfect. Yet each night there was something wrong, on one night he found the large pottery urn in the hall turned slightly askew, another he complained that the towels were not hung exactly right, and each time he would shout at her, how incompetent she was, how anyone could do it right and why couldn't she.

*

One night towards the end of the week Robert stood up close to his wife, standing there facing him, her arms wrapped around her waist, her eyes the size of saucers as she quivered before him, his nose an inch from hers as he screamed at her "You useless hag, can't you do anything I ask properly, no wonder you're in a dead end job, no one would employ you, they couldn't trust you to do anything right." And he threw the plate across the room, food flying everywhere.

Picking up the large knife on the counter she had been using to cut up the pineapple for dessert, he held it menacingly up at her throat and screamed, "It would be so easy, no one would miss you," and grabbing her arm and bending it to the side away from her body, making her lean into that direction to alleviate the pain, "I don't know why I married you, you're nothing without me." Then letting go of her arm stalked across the kitchen stepping into some of the food now strewn across the floor, "Clean this bloody mess up you cow." He threw the knife across the room towards Laura and stalked out the house slamming the front door behind him without a backward glance.

The knife hit her sideways on, then as it fell down the sharp edge glanced off her left hand cutting a small gash before bouncing down to the floor. 

Laura gasped in pain and shock, as blood started to leak from her hand running down her fingers and dripping onto the floor and her clothes. Turning to the kitchen sink and holding it there she turned on the tap with her other hand running the cold water over the wound, and then grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her hand tried to stem the flow of blood.

Shaking now with reaction, she stood watching the towel turn bright red as the blood soaked through, Again she ran it under the tap, watching as a mixture of blood and water swirled down the plug hole, unsure what to do next.

Wildly looking around the kitchen at the mess on the floor, the broken plate, and then back at her hand, the blood soaked towel laying on the draining board next to her, the tears fell, her chest heaving with sobs, she sank to the floor in a heap, her bleeding hand in her lap, as a bright red stain appeared on her skirt and stockings and leaked down onto the tiled floor.

She sat there crying for ages, unheeding of the pain in her hand or the fact that the blood oozing from the wound had slowed down to a trickle, a clot forming as the air reacted with the blood around the wound.

As she calmed down and her crying ceased, a weary sigh escaped from her mouth, and running her uninjured hand through her hair, sweeping it away from her tear stained face, she pulled herself up holding onto the edge of the counter and wrapping her hand in the bloody towel, gingerly stepped over the food and out of the kitchen to the stairs and up to the bathroom cabinet to find a dressing for the cut on her hand. She was unsure whether it needed stitches, but somehow couldn't face getting to the hospital and trying to explain another 'accident' to the staff there.

Putting the towel on the side of the bath, and sitting down perched on the edge, she placed a large dressing over the wound, sealing it with the plaster and slipped out of her skirt and stockings, placing them in the hamper along with the towel for washing.

Finding somehow the strength to go downstairs after she had slipped on another skirt, she cleaned up them blood, food mess and the broken plate, being careful not to knock her left hand.

Then climbing up the stairs again she clumsily favouring one hand removed her clothes, and climbed into bed falling quickly asleep with exhaustion and shock.



Laura Ch. 04



The road to romance is rocky and never smooth. It is more complicated when others are involved. 

This is a romantic thriller between Chris and Laura, and has many other characters weaving in and out of their love story. 

There is a slow build up towards the explosion that creates havoc in their lives. 

*

The first thing Chris noticed as Laura stepped off the bus then next morning was the bandage on her hand. He watched her walk towards him as he sat on the wall, never taking his eyes off her face. He could see she was embarrassed, she put her hand in her jacket pocket, and a blush spread across her cheeks, causing them to go a bright pink.

Standing up as she reached him and gently placing both his hands on her shoulders and looking down into her eyes he asked in a quiet voice. "Tell me the truth, how did it happen?"

Trying to walk past him, she started to turn but he held her fast by her shoulders and again said in the same quiet but intense voice "Was it him?"

"It doesn't matter, it's alright, please let it go."

"No. Tell me what happened."

"Chris please I had an accident last night whilst chopping a pineapple, it was my fault, I was clumsy. It won't happen again."

"Damn right it won't. Leave him and come and live with me, I won't hurt you, Laura. You can stay as long as you like. I promise you no strings attached, but leave him and I'll keep you safe."

She looked up and with a small shake of her head, "Chris we only met two weeks ago, I really hardly know you. Let me deal with it, I promise you I have things in hand."

"I've fallen in love with you ......"

And in the silence that followed, blue eyes staring into green, one set looking for acceptance the other looking for truth. "Give me some time, please; it's just not that simple, you don't understand."

"I understand I love you, I can help you, keep you safe. You're just a punch bag for that bastard, leave him and I promise you I'll make sure he can't hurt you again."

"Let me think on it."

"What's there to think?"

"Chris please let me think, you're pressuring me, I need to think. Give me time."

And she walked past him as his hands fell from her shoulders to his sides and he turned and watched as she walked to the house, and disappeared from his sight behind the front door.

*

Laura lent against the inside of the door shaking, He said he loved her, and he asked her to go to live with him! That he loved her! She was so confused, and so tempted.

Robert was getting more and more violent and abusive, the chance to escape was strong, her plans were going so slow, and here was a chance to escape now. 

But what if she was jumping from the pan into the fire? What did she really know about Chris; they had met only a couple of weeks ago, and not really spent much time together. She knew he seemed kind, that he made her laugh, that although he was strong and outwardly seemed tough, he was in fact a gentle man, with laughing eyes and a ready smile. But she knew from experience that impressions can be deceiving. Look at what happened with Robert. He once had been loving and kind to her, telling her he loved her and needed her and he would make her happy, and so soon after they were married it all turned to a living nightmare.

What if it should happen again, what if she left one man for another only to find the same thing happening, and with an almost stranger? No better to go through with her plan, tell Chris nearer the time she was leaving and then see what will be then.

After all how could he love her, he didn't know her, and she knew she didn't love him.

*

Chris sat back down on the wall, his heart was racing, his stomach in a tight knot. He had told her he loved her, and he had promised himself not to pressure her, to be there as a friend, and what had he done but blurted it out. He had seen the shock and the confusion in her eyes, the stillness in her body telling him she was so near yet so far away from him and all he wanted from her.

Closing his eyes he sat there on the wall as people walked past, thinking of what to do next, how to protect her, and he knew he could no longer sit back and not confront the bastard that was hurting her, he knew he had to act. To do something. But what!

*

Robert had stayed the night at the hotel, after picking up some drunken woman at a club. She satisfied his fury, not caring what was happening due to two bottles of wine and a couple of Vodka shots he had fed her during the evening. He had paid and left the room to get to the office even before she had woken up.

Tonight he had booked the room at the other hotel for himself and that little bit from the office. He would go home and get washed up and then meet her there. Laura could go to hell if she cared, he would deal with her during the weekend. He had heard her scream of pain as he walked out the door last night, the stupid cow. 

Looking down at the spreadsheet in front of him on the computer, he looked at the gross profit that showed from the deal he was working on and started working out his big fat commission and just what he was going to buy himself with it. Maybe change the car up to the next model, after all he'd had this one for nearly a year, and the newer one in the range would look really good in the company car park. 

*

"Here she comes again" she said to her husband as she held the curtain back slightly, "and this time her hand is bandaged."

Her husband came and stood behind her peeking over her shoulder out the window at the next door neighbour as she fished in her bag for her keys to open the front door.

"I told you leave it alone, it's nothing to do with you."

"But the screaming and shouting is getting more and more, and I'm worried for her." She turned her head over her shoulder looking at her husband as he growled at her "I said leave it, come away from the window and keep your nose out of other people's business."

*

Tricia stood at the door, finger on the brass door bell, wondering if he was in. It was late Friday night and she hadn't seen or heard from him in days. His friends hadn't seen him at the bar nor was he answering his mobile.

Pressing the door bell again and standing back she looked up at the window above her, shouting "Chris, it's me, are you there?"

But there was no answer, no sign of life, no light in the window, and no smiling face answering the door to her.

Turning away she walked up the road cursing her luck at falling for a man who didn't return her feelings again. *

Chris lay on the couch in the dark, his long jean clad legs crossed at the ankle on one end, his head leaning against the armrest at the other. A bottle of beer balanced on his belly, his eyes staring into the darkness as his mind wandered.

He heard the bell ringing, heard Tricia calling out for him, and just as he had ignored the ringing of his mobile earlier, he ignored her shouted entreaty. He was wallowing in his own emotional pain, and he needed no complications, no company tonight. The only company he needed was his own, and the six pack sitting in his fridge.

*

She told her parents she was staying with friends tonight, and got a cab to the hotel, clutching her small overnight bag on her lap. Robert had told her to wait for him in the reception, and that he would be there as soon as he could. This last week had been exciting at work with Robert brushing up against her in the lift, whispering in her ear while in the staff kitchen, telling her what he was going to do to her when they were in the hotel room. Openly patting her bottom when she walked by, uncaring of who could see.

People at work couldn't help but notice that they were obviously having a relationship, and she was glad, she wanted everyone to know that someone like Robert wanted her. She might be just the lowly office junior but the senior sales executive wanted her and not them. 

As she entered the hotel she settled into the armchair by the window, waiting for him to arrive. People swirled around her, friends meeting friends, guests booking into the hotel for the weekend at the reception, couples walking arm in arm towards the hotel bar. 

None of them paid attention to the young girl sitting there quietly waiting in anticipation for her lover.

*

Robert had come in on Friday after work, running upstairs to wash and change, ignoring Laura who was in the kitchen preparing the supper for him. She had heard the door slam and jumped, then heard the heavy footsteps on the stairs, the slamming of draws and cupboards, then finally the noise of water as the shower ran as he prepared himself in the bathroom.

Standing by the fridge with the door open, she stilled herself, listening out for any movement, any demand that might be shouted from above. But none came.

By the time Robert emerged, dressed in his expensive jeans and cashmere v neck sweater, smelling of his expensive cologne, and a leather overnight case in his hand, the dinner was ready.

He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, the smell of the meal wafting out to him, as he looked at her standing there dressed as he liked in a clingy woollen dress that emphasised her frailty. Her eyes watching and waiting, her bandaged hand held at her waist, he thought for a moment that he might stay in with her, spend some time with his wife, have a little fun nearer to home. But then she could wait, there was always Sunday, and the little office junior was waiting and eager to please him.

"I'm going out; I'll be back tomorrow night. Maybe." and with that he turned and left. Laura took a deep breath, she felt only relief. Turning off the oven she sank down on the kitchen chair and savoured the fact that she had tonight and possibly tomorrow to herself.

*

Out and about in the town, walking amongst the busy shoppers, Laura window shopped wishing she could buy this outfit or that one. But she knew she couldn't, not until she got away from Robert. He had specific ideas on what she should wear, what she could buy. But soon she promised herself she would buy what she wanted, dress more fashionable, more casual, more her taste.

Moving down the high street, past the many shops and restaurants, then turning down a side street she came to the mail drop office, walked into the office and up to the counter where there stood a middle aged man, thin and bald, leaning on the counter reading a paper.

"Excuse me; I've come to collect any post for Rebecca Jackson. Has any arrived?" and digging into her bag for the ID and reference number for her mail box, she handed it to the man who hardly looked up at her.

"Let me check. Jackson you said." he muttered as he walked through the door to the back. Laura stood waiting, and after a couple of minutes he re-emerged holding three or four envelopes.

"Sign here." Passing over the book and pen, and then handed her the small bundle of letters. Her heart in her mouth, she looked at the post and there it was, a couple of letters from the Bank. Mumbling her thanks, walked out the door, and standing in the street, looked at the white envelopes in her hand.

Dread entered her thoughts, what if the bank didn't open the account, what if they had caught on to the fact that she wasn't really who she had said she was, how was she going to set up a new life away from Robert without a new identity. The bank account was crucial in the plan, the lottery money had to be put in there and not her account. He always checked and kept abreast of what she spent and her pay from the hospice went into the account. No she needed a fresh account away from him, away from prying eyes and a trail to follow.

Walking to the park, she found a bench, and sitting there slowly opened the first letter. It was a letter of welcome, with leaflets explaining what was available and the terms and conditions of the new account. A big smile broke out on her face, and a feeling of real relief washed over her. The second letter from the bank held the Debit Card from the bank, and the instructions on how to phone up to activate it and re set the PIN number.

The other letters were for Mrs Jackson, so she decided to catch a bus to her house, give her the post and hide the letters and the card from the bank, in the bedroom upstairs, away from Roberts's possible discovery.

Arriving at the house she was greeted by the other home help Sarah, they spoke about how Mrs J had been lately, and what the nurse that came twice a day to administer the drugs had said, and then she went into the sitting room to find the old lady laying down asleep on the couch, a blue and white check rug over her, her head peeping out resting on the cushions.

Looking down at the person in her life that she had come to feel so close to, as much to her as if she was her own real family, she sank to the floor and the tears flowed softly. For the inevitable loss of someone she cared so much about, for the loss of her dreams of love and family, for the future loss of her identity and self. 

For she knew looking at the sleeping woman in front of her, that to save herself, her self respect, her dignity, possibly her life, she would move on, again, just as she had done so many times in her childhood. Starting again alone, strangers around her, disconnected from others, whilst surrounded by them.

The reality of the bank account in a new name had brought the actuality of the inevitable home to her at that moment in time. That and the wonderful gift of the lottery money from the person lying asleep before her, the gift of being reborn.

*

Robert returned home early evening, his mood light and playful with her, almost teasing. He picked up her wrist, looking at the bandage and lifting the hand to his mouth kissed it saying, "A kiss will make it all better, you really should be more careful babe."

Then taking her other hand and leading her to the couch. "I'm exhausted, let's just sit back and chill tonight, see what's on the box." He picked up the remote control and flicked through the channels until he found what he wanted.

Laura sat next to him, trying to blank her mind, ignoring the tight ball of fear that seemed to live continually in her stomach when she was near her husband. Trying to stay as quiet and still as possible in case she set him off again she looked down at her hand, the bandage standing white against her black trousers, she heard the sound of the people talking on the television programme, but what they were saying didn't seem to penetrate the fog in her mind.

*

Monday morning as she stepped down from the bus she saw him, sitting there waiting, his battered brown leather jacket on the wall next to him, his long legs planted firmly on the ground splayed apart, a determined look on his cleanly shaven face.

She walked up to him sitting there, his arms folded across his chest, her eyes slightly above his as she stood in front of him. There was no smile on his face, just a steady look, his eyes clear, his normally smiling mouth now set in a straight line.

"I need to know where I stand, I know you are married, I accept that, and that I have no real right, but I need to know how you feel. Are you staying with him because you love him, or from fear?"

"I don't love him anymore."

"Do I have a chance....?"

"I need to have time to sort out my life."

"I can give you time, all the time you need, I just need to know if I have a chance."

Looking down at her feet she whispered "I have to sort out my life. I've been so tired for so long, I need to have time." and looking up at him, "Do you understand?"

"No not really, but I'll wait and give you time, but don't ask me not to be there for you, to try and help. I'm a man who has always dealt with whatever needs to be done, and I can't just stand by and see you hurt by him. It's tearing me up inside. Let me protect you, we can find a way if you want."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, moving between his splayed out legs.

"You're a good man Chris, I can't promise anything, I feel hollow inside, empty, and all my energy is gone. I promise you I will sort it out and I treasure your friendship."

He whispered "I want to be more than a friend." And with that his hands went around her waist pulling her close into him and lifting his face up towards hers, kissed her so sweetly. "I will never hurt you, I promise."

"How can I be sure?"

She stepped back from him, his hands leaving her waist and falling to rest on his thighs. She stood for a moment looking down at the man sitting in front of her on the wall, "Just be there for me, and I promise you I'll sort it out."

"I'm willing to take the risk, are you?"

"We'll see."

And she walked away from him, leaving him sitting there watching her back as she went towards the house .

*

Across the road Tricia stood watching the exchange, a building anger inside her. She had come early to his house to see if she could catch him before he left for work, and there he was with her, that bitch. What did he see in her? As far as she could see she was just ordinary, nothing special, light brown hair hanging down just past skinny shoulders. Skinny and small, no curves like she herself had, and she dressed like a nun, drab and dull. What could he see in her?

And then she saw the kiss and the anger turned to rage, she felt used, he had lied. He had told her there was nothing between them, that he loved a married woman but it was one sided. But she could see that they were having an affair. The bastard! She felt she had been strung along, yet again. She thought he was different, but he was the same as all the others.

Stalking off down the road the angry woman reflected on how she could get her own back, how she could teach them not to mess with her, how she could get her revenge.

*

Entering the house Laura could tell things were not right, Sarah the night home help was there, a worried look on her face.

"We took Mrs Jackson to the hospital early this morning, she was asking for you, she has deteriorated quite a bit yesterday, and the nurse came in upping her morphine, I'm so sorry I know how fond you are of her, but she is drifting in and out at the moment and needs full hospital care now."

A cold chill ran up Laura's spine, and she held out her shaking hand for the piece of paper Sarah was giving her with the information on where Mrs Jackson had been taken.

"I'll go there straight away, can you let the team leader know that I am going over there, and tell her I'll be into the office later on."

Sarah called after Laura as she ran out the door "Of course, and say hi to Mrs J from me. See you later." 

*

Against the white of the hospital bed she looked even frailer, her arm lay by her side, a drip fed into in the vein, her cheeks more hollow and pronounced, and her eyes open but with a faded slightly unfocused appearance. Laura sat next to her holding her other hand, and stroking her hair back from her forehead, she smiled down at her charge, "I'm here, and you're not alone."

A thin quiet voice replied "Thank you, I think it will be sooner than later now."

"Don't be silly, they are going to stabilise you, and then we will get you over to the Hospice." "No darling, I can feel my strength leaving me. I want you to go and get that money, make sure your set up and ready," the hand she was holding gave a slight squeeze "and when I pass over I want you to go and enjoy the rest of your life. Just remember me that is all I ask. Someone who will remember me."

"Of course I'll remember you."

"Remember and carry my name for me." Another squeeze from her hand. " I'm not scared to die, only to die alone."

The two woman held hands, one lying still, the other sitting and waiting, both willing the other to find the strength needed for the next stages of their lives.

*

The next couple of days Laura sat at the hospital beside the one person she really felt was like family, and who cared for her. Lying in the bed, with the care of the hospital, and Laura beside her, she seemed to rally slightly. The sounds and the smell of the hospital swirled around them, but cocooned in their own bubble Laura sat with the old lady, talking about the past, giving the her comfort, holding her hand and offering the warmth of human connection and affection.




Laura Ch. 04



Laura had been given the time off for that week by her manager before being re assigned a new client to look after so she could be with Mrs Jackson. During small breaks whilst the nurses changed the drip, or administered to the woman in the bed, Laura made a couple of phone calls and confirmed that the amount she had won could be picked up from the main post office, and she should take identification and proof of address with her to receive the cheque.

Asking Laura when she would cash in the ticket as she sat by her bed, the ailing woman said in a quiet hushed voice "There are things in life you will need to do for your own safety, trust your instincts."

"But what if they realise I'm not your granddaughter?"

"You look enough like her, just different hair colour and style, but they've never met her." a glint in her fading eye she continued, "The electricity bill and an original birth certificate will prove the name, why shouldn't you be her."

Her new bank account details, debit card and all the relevant documents were there at Mrs Jackson's, safe away from prying eyes, and now she realised she would have to leave Robert, dye her hair to change her appearance, and the following day pick up the cheque and leave. The timing would be crucial.

Salting some money away to support her for the time before the lottery cheque cleared became a dangerous game. Because of Robert's controlling ways she never had much money of her own, but she had found a way. Each morning she had been taking a small amount of money from his wallet, or pockets. A fiver here or there, taken as he got ready in the bathroom each morning, and he never noticed it like that, and along with small amounts from her own money, she would save a small amount by the time it was to escape.

After settling in she could phone Chris and explain, and they could meet up. She had his card in her purse and she would call him when she felt the time is right. He would be her only regret. Leaving him and the possible loss of his growing friendship, the warmth she felt when she was with him.

But the need to escape, to stop the fear and pain, to get away outweighed everything else. It had become her obsession. Freedom to start again, to get away from a husband who for the past five years had taken away her dignity, her confidence, her life.

Moving on had always been the pattern of her life, leaving behind people that she had come to know. Until she had met Robert that is, but now again moving on would mean gaining back her life.

*

As she lay in the hospital bed, the young girl holding her hand and quietly whispering to her, giving comfort, the old woman thought of her real grandchild, and wished she could see her one more time.

Becky had always been a wilful child, she and Harry had taken her in late in life. They had showered her with love and affection, but she was never satisfied, wanting more and more material things. Until she had found someone who would spoil her, and without even a backwards glance she had left, never bothering to contact her, never letting her know how she was.

Looking up at the lovely young woman that had been a part of her life these past six or so months, she smiled. She had found an angel at the end, someone she had come to love like the granddaughter she had lost. Life on the whole had been so good, Harry had been a wonderful man, who loved her, spoilt her and she was glad she would be joining him soon, wherever he was. But the woman in front of her had no pleasure in life. She could see the bandage on her hand covering up the latest injury, and the now faded bruise on her cheek was enough proof that what they were planning between them was the best thing to do. Her final act in life would be her gift of a new life to Laura.

*

Robert couldn't understand why his wife would keep spending as much time at the hospital beside the stupid old woman. He wanted her to focus on him, a jealously ate through him. 

On the Thursday morning as he got ready he told her that he wanted her to meet him at work as there was a movie he wanted to see. Laura tried to explain that she wanted to be by Mrs Jackson's side, that it was important to her, but losing his temper he accused her again of seeing someone, so to appease him she agreed.

*

Chris was getting more and more frantic. He had turned up to walk Laura from the bus stop on the Tuesday morning, but she wasn't on any of the buses. Running up to the house he rang but there was no answer. He walked around looking in windows, climbing over the wall to the back garden and looking in through the French doors to the sitting room. There was no Mrs Jackson sitting on the couch, no sign of life, no Laura. That night he couldn't sleep, worrying, pacing, until getting dressed he left his flat and walked over the road to the house, checking to see if anyone was home at night. But there was no one there.

The next couple of days he sat at the bus stop. Each bus that came along didn't have the woman he loved stepping down from it along with the other passengers. Each day he left the stop and went into work, his thoughts in turmoil, wondering what to do.

On the Thursday he sat at the stop. What could have happened? Where were they?

Then suddenly it hit him, the old lady must have been taken to the hospice that Laura worked for. Running across the road from the stop he nearly got hit by a car whose driver shouted out the window after his back as he disappeared through his front gate, "Bloody idiot, you looking to get killed!"

Taking two stairs at a time, he sprinted up to his flat, and into the lounge, where in the corner of the room, tucked behind the big plant, amongst a pile of old motorbike magazines and newspapers he found the local directory. Sitting down on a couch, the directory on his lap he started thumbing through until he found the listings for Hospices in the area. Pulling his mobile out of his jeans pocket he dialled the first number, and asking for Laura Hamilton, found that she was not on the staff there. On the third call he found the correct hospice, and speaking to the Manager found out which hospital Laura was visiting with Mrs Jackson. Relief flooded through him. He sat there for a couple of minutes, feeling his body relax for the first time in days. Rising to his feet, he threw the directory on the coffee table and put the mobile back in his pocket, turned on his heel and strode out the room to the stairs. Running down and slamming the door behind himself, he half ran, half strode to his bike, and picking up the helmet, he pulled it on as he threw his leg over the seat, kicking down to start it, and with a rev, pulled out the drive to swing into the traffic and point the machine towards the hospital.

*

Distracted Laura walked up the corridor to the ward where Mrs Jackson had been placed. She had seemed to have gained a little more strength in the last couple of days. Hopefully she could be transferred to the Hospice, maybe today, or tomorrow.

"I've been going out of my mind with worry." a deep voice said to her left as she arrived at the ward door. Looking up there was Chris, standing hands in the back pocket of his jeans, his shoulders leaning against the wall behind him. He pushed off the wall and stepped forward towards her.

"You could have phoned me. Why didn't you?" Walking by him to sit on the bench by the wall, Laura sat shaking her head.

"I could have been here for you. I know how you feel about Mrs J and I could have been here. That's what friends are for." Then sitting down next to her picked up her hand. "Are you OK?"

"I didn't think you'd want to be here. Here at the hospital."

"You know not all men are like that. Like your husband. Treating people like he does. Trust me and ask for help."

Smiling up she asked "Will you come and visit her, she would love to see you."

"Yeah of course. How is she?"

"She's hanging in there. I think they'll move her soon to the hospice." then shyly she asked "will you stay with me today?"

Then that smile on his face, dimples creasing, eyes sparkling "Where else would I want to be!"

*

The nurse stood at the foot of the bed looking on as the man and the woman sat with the patient. The woman held the patient's hand as she spoke quietly with the woman in the bed, and the man sat slightly behind her with his arm across the back of her chair, every so often, his hand would move to her shoulder as if in reassurance.

She had seen this scene so often, family sitting with their loved ones, giving comfort to the ill and dying, saying their goodbyes, making their peace.

*

At the office the young girl kept looking across at the man. He had been ignoring her all week and she was hurt. She didn't know what to do. Should she go up and ask what she'd done wrong.

Only last weekend he had told her he loved what she did to him, and how she made him feel, and now he acted as if she didn't exist.

She stood there at the end of the large office area, looking across at him as he stood talking to two of the Account Managers. They were deep in discussion, every so often Robert would laugh and the other men looked at each other and smiled. Where they discussing her? A deep flush rose up from her chest to her face, and sweat broke out on her back. She prayed he wasn't telling them about last weekend. She hoped he would turn around and smile at her, walk across and tell her everything was alright and that they would meet up this weekend.

She knew he left her last weekend after that night at the hotel to go back to his wife, but like a drug she was hooked, and she believed what he had told her. That his marriage was in name only, that he hated his wife, that he needed time, and that soon he would be free.

*

Pam and Linda had watched as the young office girl kept looking at Robert with big wide eyes. Knowingly they looked at each other. They had seen this happen before. The coming on strong, the withdrawal of attention, return of attention, the reeling in of dependence, the emotional seesaw, the manipulation of emotions.

Each time the girls involved had thought that he cared, but gradually they had realised they were being used, and then they were gone.

Looking at Robert standing and talking with Charlie and Graham, totally oblivious and uncaring of the young blond girl watching him with a look of longing so apparent on her face, they shook their heads and Linda said, "I give this one another month at the most."

*

Robert laughed at the story that Graham had told. He was on a high; everything was going just as he wanted.

The deal was almost complete, and next month he would order his new car, tonight he and Laura were going to see the new movie he wanted to see, and the little office junior was hanging around giving him obvious body language signals of want. All in all his life was just as he wanted it. He had Laura under control, a willing little wife, there when he needed her, extra sex when he wanted, and he felt superior to his colleagues, bringing in the best deal this year.

Life was good.

*

Sitting at her desk in another office across town, Tricia sat planning revenge.

Her rage was building inside her. The rejection and humiliation she felt fed upon itself. She couldn't understand what he saw in that little nothing. She looked like a real loser. Not really attractive or sexy. Just skinny and plain. What does he see in her?

She bet the little cow's husband wasn't aware of the affair. That bore from the bar. What would he do if she told him? If she just dropped a hint to him in passing? He looked like the type to take it badly. Cold and egotistical, he wouldn't be the kind to take it without dishing it out to both of them. That was the way to get revenge. After all wasn't that what people said? Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Let the bore dish out her revenge.

And the feeling of satisfaction and anticipation dimmed the feelings of rage and humiliation, as the girl sat imagining the future and what the bore might do to the bastard who hurt her and the skinny cow he preferred to herself.

*

She stood next to him as he sat on the bike, shaking her head. "I'm not getting on that thing." The powerful machine seemed to be growling.

"It's perfectly safe, just put on the spare helmet and swing your leg over the seat."

"No."

"I promise I won't go fast."

"No."

"Scaredy cat!" he said with a big teasing smile.

Stepping back a little and gesturing to the bike she whispered, "It's too big and powerful."

She looked scared and he realised she was too frightened to take the risk. Backing down from pressuring her he leaned slightly back and enquired. "Ok, another time. How will you get home?"

"On the bus." Pointing over the road. "Direct from over there to the end of my road."

"And where is your road?"

She smiled "Over by the park, Grange Road, the semi at the end of the road near the stop"

"Well maybe another time."

He now knew where she lived, inwardly smiling he realised each small piece of information she gave him he hugged to himself. 

*

"The film was violent, with the muscle bound hero killing his way through the rest of the cast in every conceivable way. The blood flowed everywhere and Laura kept her eyes closed for most of the movie. Robert loved it; it was just his type of film. 

Even the sound of the film was violent, and a headache started to pound behind her eyes, The movie was popular as the cinema was full, and when it was over they stood and Robert lead the way out, extolling the film and the special effects. "Did you see that explosion? Great special effects. Those CGI guys are really great." He enthused, not even noticing that Laura hadn't agreed.

Laura followed him between the seats and up the aisle, blocking out his one sided conversation as they left the cinema and walked towards the bar at the end of the high street. Worrying about Mrs Jackson alone without visitors tonight, and whether she herself would be able to pull off collecting the money without being caught compounded her headache, ever present on her mind.

Robert carried on talking as they passed the shops with their window displays lit up, mannequins posed in fixed position, false smiles on their faces. "That's how I feel," she thought as she walked along. "A window dummy, empty with no real feeling any more, just going through the motions, pretending I am enjoying myself, no will of my own. Why can't he see it, what is it he hates about me, what have I done to annoy him so much?"

But of course there was nothing she had done wrong. Except marrying the wrong man.

*

The bar was noisy as they made their way across to get their drinks, weaving their way through groups of people laughing and talking, Robert leading the way, every so often waving or greeting people as they moved slowly across the large area.

Laura looked around to see if Chris was there, but she could see no sign of him. Reaching the bar, Robert asked for a bottle of red wine as usual. Laura hated red, and would have preferred a very light white wine, but Robert never asked her what she wanted, and the only time she asked if she could have a glass of white he told her she was a heathen with no taste in wine, and ignored her.

Grabbing the bottle and glasses they made their way back to the group that Robert seemed to know and she stood quietly with her glass of wine as the conversation swirled around her, headache increasing. Robert made a show of pouring everyone a top up from the bottle, and then handing Laura a £50 note from his pocket said "Be a love and go and get another bottle."

Slowly she made her way to the bar where she stood trying to get the barman's attention.

"Enjoying your bit of rough?"

Laura turned her head to look at the person who had spoken in her ear.

"I beg your pardon." Confused she saw that the person who had spoken to her was the girl she had seen with Chris here a couple of weeks ago.

"Does your husband know?" and turning around to look towards Robert the girl said "He doesn't look like the type to take it well, knowing his wife is screwing another man!"

Laura's face drained of blood, turning white. "I'm not!"

"Could have fooled me. You looked very friendly the other day. I'd say a little more than friendly......"

Laura looked across at Robert, being the life and soul of the group and back at the girl next to her, watching her like a cat with a mouse, a hard look on her face.

"You're wrong; there is nothing between Chris and me. He is just a friend. I hardly know him."

"Hardly know him. I saw you kissing." Leaning across closer she whispered "and he's very good isn't he. A very inventive mouth, and no inhibitions. Did you know that while he was screwing you he's been making love to me." Then leaning back, "bet your old man doesn't do to you what Chris does. But I guess that's why you're slumming it," and with a sarcastic laugh she walked away and over to where Robert stood.

Laura stood there stunned, her heart racing as she watched the girl now standing next to Robert, who was looking down at her with an angry look on his face. What was she saying to him? What if she told him that Chris and she were having an affair? He would kill her. He would kill her if he even thought they were just friends.

"What can I get you?" and she swivelled round, realising that the barman was asking her what she wanted. Blurting out her order she turned round to look at Robert and the girl, and relieved saw that she was no longer standing next to him, but walking away, and Robert was speaking with his friends and not glaring at her. Handing over the money and receiving her change, she put the money in her pocket and picking up the bottle and her glass took a deep breath, and like someone walking over to their execution went slowly over to Robert and his friends.

"You took your time." and taking hold of the bottle topped up people's glasses, and carried on talking.

Laura stood stock still, watching him, trying to see what mood he was in with her, but he just carried on talking with his friends as if she wasn't there, telling them about the film they had just seen.

*

'Let the bitch sweat,' Tricia thought. 'The look on her face, it was priceless.' She had no intention of telling the bore about Chris and the little cow yet. She was going to make them sweat, let them worry.

When the time was right she would let him know and sit back and enjoy the fireworks.

All she had done was say hello when she walked up to the bore, but the skinny woman at the bar didn't know that. Let her lose sleep over when she would tell him, and just what she was going to say. 

The bore had been rude to her just now, and she was really looking forward to telling him about his mousy little wife. She really was going to have some fun.

Looking around the bar she saw a couple of men standing alone. Putting on a smile and walking over to them she raised her glass and looking at the one in the expensive looking suit said 'I've not seen you here before, my name is Trish, and you are?'

*

Robert had looked at the girl that blew him off for the Neanderthal the other week. She was flirting with him again. Little cock teaser. He wasn't going to fall for that again, and he told her to "piss off."

But a part of him felt good, she had come over and was interested in him again. Maybe he would come down here one night as see if she was still up for it. After all you never know. She might be worth it for one night.

*

"Laura's headache was pounding in her brain; everything seemed to be coming to a head all at once. She was finding it more and more difficult to juggle everything, Visiting Mrs Jackson and watching her deteriorate, dealing with Robert's increasingly erratic behaviour and treatment of her, putting her escape plan together, and now that woman threatening to tell Robert lies about her and Chris.




Laura Ch. 04



It all seemed too much, and as she lay next to her husband that night she couldn't sleep. Worry swirled around her thoughts. It was all getting so complicated. The need to escape it all was getting stronger and stronger.

Where to run to, what to do, who could she trust? Years of not belonging as she grew up, and the years of her husband's treatment of her had made her feel so isolated, and the only people she felt she had any real connection to was Mrs Jackson who was dying and soon be gone, and Chris who was the lover of that horrible girl tonight, and she hardly really knew him.

Yet again she was really on her own. Belonging to no-one.

Alone. 



Laura Ch. 05



A romantic thriller, with a twist, this story is about Chris and Laura and the ups and downs of their love.

It has a small amount of violent domestic cruelty, but I hope done in a tasteful and thoughtful way.

Can Laura escape her marriage and start a life with Chris? Read on and find out.

*

The weekend came and went; Laura divided her time between the hospice where Mrs J had been moved to on Friday, and Robert who seemed to be in a good mood, treating her in a way she'd almost forgotten he knew how to do.

Going for a walk together, he talked about going away on holiday, and holding her un-bandaged hand in his, they strolled along, looking like any other young married couple.

As they sat down by the side of the river that ran close to the park, watching some children feeding swans and ducks he seemed to be deep in thought. After a while still looking at the children he moved her hand into both of his in his lap and said, "I know I've always said I didn't want children, but you know I have been thinking, and maybe the time is right." and turning his head he looked at her, "You could leave your job, the money doesn't really make much difference to us, and having a child would give you something to devote your time to."

"I like my job."

"You'll like having a baby. Besides you always said you wanted children when we first married."

"Yes." but in her heart she knew having a child with him would isolate her even more. No point arguing about it, he would just get angry. She was going to leave. Let him think she was agreeable.

So they sat there as he talked about his plans for the future, and she listened. Just as she always did.

*

Trisha sat on the big overstuffed chair in her flat, mobile phone in her hand, tapping in the text message she was going to send to Chris. She had changed the wording a couple of times now. Wanting to make him worry, without getting him too angry at her. Better to be ambiguous. Taking another bite of the apple in her hand, and putting it down on the side of the chair, she went back to the text message.

'Does her husband know how friendly you are? Funny how it turned out to be that boring shit that brought us together.'

Laughing to herself, she pressed send. That should make him think. 

*

He felt his mobile buzzing in the back pocket of his jeans telling him a text had been sent to him. Removing the phone he looked at the screen, seeing it was from Trish and a deep frown formed between his eyes as he re-read the text a couple of times, trying to make out the real meaning behind the text. He had deliberately avoided Trish lately as he felt it wrong to string her along. She had seemed to want more from him than he was willing to give, and he felt bad about sleeping with her, especially that last time. Although they were both consenting adults, he just felt uneasy for some reason about carrying on with the relationship. He should never have made love to her that second time. She had seemed to think that it was a sign that they were together.

What did she mean 'does her husband know that they were friends?' Unless Laura had told him, he didn't think so. Why would Trish care if he knew anyway?

He put the phone back in his pocket and picking up the remote control turned on the TV to settle back and relax to watch the football game, putting the text to the back of his mind.

*

Monday morning as she alighted from the bus near the Hospice she saw him. A frown appeared on her face, what should she do? If she ignored him she knew he would follow her and demand to know why she was not stopping to talk to him.

But he shouldn't have come to meet her here. He was complicating things for her.

As she approached where he stood next to his bike at the side of the road she thought of what she would say to him Not seeing him each day just for the small time they spent together, talking and laughing would be a real loss, a small time of being carefree in a life filled with fear and hurt, but if Robert ever found out, the problems and pain it would bring would be too much. Better to stop this now, soon she would be gone anyway and he would be a sweet memory. Someone who had been a pool of sunlight during a bad time in her life.

Chris could see by her solemn face something was wrong. Folding his arms in a defensive stance he waited for her to reach him. As she came closer he could see the worry in her lovely green eyes, her mouth pinched and tight.

"Hi, want to tell me what's wrong now?" he could see she was uncomfortable, she was looking down at her feet, the road, people around them, anywhere but at his face.

"Chris please can you stop meeting me at work."

"Why? I thought we were friends."

Pulling her jacket more tightly around her and looking towards the road she said softly, "But you want to be more than friends, and I'm married. My husband would be livid if he found out. So please can you just stop this."

"Your husband?" and grabbing her arms he looked down at her "What about us?"

"There is no us."

He felt as if she had slapped him. "Are you telling me you don't want me to see you at all anymore?"

"Yes, it would be better." She moved a step back and shrugged off his hands, "for both of us."

And walking past him went through the gate of the Hospice grounds and ran up the path to disappear behind the trees and bushes, out of his sight.

Stunned he stood there not sure what to do. The last few months he had felt like he was on a rollercoaster running out of control. His feelings had become intense but now he realised that the bond he felt was all one sided. He had become almost a stalker to the woman he loved. Wanting to see her may have made her life more difficult. She had never encouraged him, but his need had led him to push for more than she could give.

So what should he do now?

*

Heart beating Laura removed her jacket and hung it up in the office, and turning to Rhiannon, the Hospice Manager smiled and asking how the weekend had been.

Focusing on her work and her patients would be the best way to forget the mess her life had become, and walking into the lovely bright room where Mrs Jackson had been placed she looked across towards the bed and a feeling of dread descended on her.

Looking down at the figure in the bed, breathing laboured, sunken eyes closed, body so still, she sank down on the chair beside the woman now laying there in a coma, and knew the waiting time had begun.

*

Beads of sweat dribbled down the smooth indent in his back, making his tee shirt cling to his body, and then carry on down to below the waistband of his jeans. Locks of wet hair clung to his forehead and neck, curling and glossy black in its dampness. Muscles strained as he pushed himself, as if hard work could wipe away this morning's memory.

The voices of his workmates as they wired up the electrics behind him droned on, but he wasn't listening. He was lost in the misery in his head. He had pushed too hard, and he had promised himself he wouldn't. But the temptation was too much and now like a love sick fool he was left back in a void. But now it would be so much worse. Now he knew her, now he had so much more that he had lost.

With each loud explosion of the hammer as it hit home, so his head pounded, and when he closed his eyes he could see her as she ran away from him disappearing behind the trees and bushes, out of his life.

*

Where the hell was she now? He had arrived home to an empty house, no sign of the bitch.

What little patience he had ran out after an hour of waiting, pacing around the downstairs of the house, anger rising like a wave in his stomach. The deal he was working on had fallen through and his fragile ego was badly damaged, the tide of inadequacy washing over him, and the need to lash out, to get relief rising with every deep breath he took.

Grabbing his jacket and car keys he slammed through the front door, and into his car. "The little cow was spending too much time lately with that dying old hag." And putting the car in gear he reversed out the driveway and headed for the Hospice.

*

The young nurse first heard the noise as she stood by the medicine cart; a man's loud voice rang out through the usually peaceful and tranquil downstairs area. Quickly she locked down the cart and went to where the sound was coming from. A man stood, leaning in towards Rhiannon, crowding her into the corridor wall, his voice raised and angry, his body language threatening, loudly demanding to see his wife. Shaking her head and trying to placate the man, Rhiannon spoke quietly and calmly, but the man's demeanour seemed to tighten with every passing minute.

Turning on her heel, the nurse ran to the office at the end of the hall and picking up the phone dialled the police. Leaning across to the right so she could see through the door and down towards the unfolding scene she spoke on the phone, explaining to the operator what was occurring and giving the address.

Robert snarled at the woman in front of him, her dark brown eyes staring clear and calm into his hot angry eyes,"Is she fucking here or not? I'm asking you one last time. Where the fuck is she, where is the little cow." and with a quick twist of his body he stalked down the corridor towards the office where the nurse stood talking on the phone, and then turned left into the spacious day room with its large plants, comfy chairs and large bright airy windows.

Startled patients and visitors turned towards the door as it banged open and the angry man stood looking around, eyes moving from small group to small group searching for his prey. With a snarl he turned abruptly and half striding half running followed the corridor to the next door and opening it looked into an empty office filled with a desk and filing cabinets.

A blind rage had settled over him, and quite unusually he was showing it in public. Normally Robert showed the outside world a charming and controlled image, playing a role that he knew would manipulate and manage the people around him. All his life he had felt this need for the satisfaction of control. Unable to deal with anxiety and any feelings of insecurity or inadequacy, the outlet of the inner rage he felt had always been targeted towards the women in his life. But slowly the mask was slipping, the rage building, and the feelings of injustice becoming stronger.

Spotting the stairs leading up to the next floor he ran up, taking two steps at a time, and turning left ran up to the open door leading to a small two bed room where Laura sat beside Mrs Jackson's supine body, holding her hand and whispering words of comfort as the old woman moved closer to her final breath.

Spotting his wife with her back to him, Robert stalked up to her, past the curious looks of the other visitor sitting beside the patient in the other bed, grabbing her arm pulled her up, and started to drag a startled Laura after him, causing her to fall to the ground as her feet failed to turn around fast enough to follow him.

"Get up you cow." And with a hard yank on her arm, he pulled her back up and continued to haul the frightened and embarrassed female after him.

"Robert please stop, wait, my bag." She stammered, looking back towards the bed where she had been sitting on the now overturned chair, her bag on the floor, the body in the bed laying quietly. Tears started to flow, and the dark cloud of humiliation and sadness swept through her body as she saw the horrified eyes of the people watching the scene unfold in front of them.

"Get your fucking bag and get your arse in gear." Letting go of her arm he turned and stood hands on hips, watching her as she scampered back towards the bed, bending over to pick up the chair and her bag, and then over the woman in the bed to give her a kiss on her cheek and whisper to her "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise, hold on." 

"Don't make a fucking meal of it. One of these days I'll fucking kill you, you stupid cow." And grabbing her wrist started to leave the room, pushing past the nurse and the Hospice Manager standing there watching with growing horror what was happening to their colleague.

*

Glancing at each other Rhiannon and the nurse followed Laura and her husband down the stairs as he pulled her behind him, never letting go of her wrist. Not sure what to do next, the two concerned co-workers followed, praying the police would arrive before the couple left. Both had seen the bruises over the years and guessed that Laura's home life was difficult, but talking with her about it had been rebuffed, and they had respected her privacy, whilst still being concerned and supportive. But now it was in front of them in all its ugliness and immediacy. As they reached the bottom of the stairs and started to walk towards the main door there was a buzzing of the front bell, and all four of the group, the two members of staff standing behind Laura and Robert, came to an abrupt halt.

"Excuse me." as the Hospice Manager calmly brushed past the now still couple, the woman looking flushed and distressed, the man with a scowl on his face. Walking to the door and opening it to find two young policeman standing there waiting, she drew a deep breath of relief.

"Good evening, I believe you called to report an incident?" the slim and taller of the two men enquired, looking behind Rhiannon towards the couple standing there, and noticing the man holding the woman's wrist, and the look of distress on her face he addressed Robert.

"Good evening Sir, do you mind if we come in and have a small chat." and both the Policemen stepped into the hallway and turning to Rhiannon one of them asked if there were a couple of rooms they could use for privacy. Pointing to the two offices, one that the original phone call was made in, and the office that Robert had first entered looking for Laura, "Yes please use these. You will have complete privacy in them." Rhiannon said, a serious look of concern on her face as she turned back towards Laura who now stood head bowed, shoulders hunched, her demeanour cowered.

The Policeman enquired quietly if Laura was alright, and on getting a nod of her head, gently ushered her into one of the offices. Meanwhile Robert was led politely to the other by the bearded copper who had yet to speak.

Gesturing for Laura to sit down at the chair in front of the desk, and then perching on the edge of the desk the constable introduced himself as PC Michael Noble, "Mick to my friends," and smiling softly asked Laura her name.

"Well Laura could you tell me who the man you were with is, and if you are OK?"

In a quiet voice, looking down at her lap, her cheeks red with embarrassment, "Robert is my husband."

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No."

"OK, what was the argument about?"

"I'm late home. I didn't call to let him know?"

"Does he get angry with you a lot if you don't let him know where you are?"

"He worries about me"

"Hmmnn....... and does he lose his temper with you a lot?"

"Only when things build up at work. He's under a lot of pressure." and Laura looked up, pleading eyes fixed at the young policeman's face "Please I don't want to make a fuss."

"Laura, is this something that is happening a lot? Do you have a court order out against him at present?"

A small shake of her bowed head, and Mick lowered his voice to a gentle pitch.

"If it is and you need help I can point you in the right direction. There are people who can help. Do want to press charges?"

"Please I just want to go home."

"Are you sure you are alright, and that you want to go home?"

Another nod of the head.

"OK, but I'll have a quick word with your husband first, and I want you to take this number and call it if you need help." Picking up a pen and paper he wrote down the number for the helpline.

Mick had seen a lot of domestic incidents in his three years in the force. He knew that the victims often didn't make the break until over thirty five separate attacks, some of them involving broken bones, and hospital treatment. The women were just too scared to make the break, and although he felt something deeper was occurring here than just a general domestic, his hands were tied unless the distressed woman in front of him admitted to him and made a statement that her husband was causing real physical harm. But on the face of it this call would just be a check that all is alright and a small warning to the husband, and then a logging of the call.

Asking Laura to wait in the office, Mick walked down the hall, stopping off to talk to the two women who stood there, asking what they had witnessed. After a quick chat, and noting that the more senior of the two woman mentioned seeing bruises and marks on Laura in the past, and the threat in front of them all that he would kill her, he carried on to the other office where his partner John was waiting with the husband.

Robert was standing chatting with the other policeman, all charm and bonhomie, working the man who stood before him, man to man.

"Hello Sir. Can you tell me what just occurred?"

Smiling at the policeman that had entered and realising that the best action would be to admit that he had lost his temper a bit, but was sorry and was calm now he started to explain.

"Look I'm sorry, I lost my rag, and I know it was wrong. I just had a bad day at work and came home and when my wife was not there I started to worry. She's normally very punctual, and then as time went on I really started to worry. You know how it is out there, dangerous, and I guess I just got a little too worked up worrying and over reacted when I found her. It won't happen again."

"Well sir I hope it won't, and I must warn you that this incident will be logged, and I don't want to be called out to you both later on tonight. Now you have found your wife I hope you will go home and are a little more restrained."

"Yes of course, now I know she is safe. You know how it is, a man worries about his woman and that she is safe, and as I said, I just over reacted. Won't happen again."

"Good. By the way how did you get here tonight Sir, was it by car?"

"Yes, I'm parked out in front."

"Have you been drinking at all tonight Sir?"

"Just the one at home."

Mick looked Robert in the eyes for a long pause, assessing if the man in front of him was now calm and contained. He seemed contrite, and sincere, but Mick knew appearances could be deceptive.

"Stay here and I'll go and get your wife." and he went back to where Laura now sat, Rhiannon and the nurse fussing around her.

"Laura, are you sure you're alright? How do you feel? " 

"Yes, I'm fine, I just want to go home." and getting up she followed the policeman down the hall and to where Robert stood.

*

The silence in the car was heavy with threat, and as she sat there unable to stop the quivering muscles and feeling of dread that ran through her body, they drove home, Robert for once sticking to under the speed limit, his teeth clenched, his eyes glancing in the rear mirror as he watched the police car trailing them until suddenly it peeled off down a side road leaving them five minutes from home.

"Bitch, you fucking bitch. Embarrassing me like that!" keeping his eyes on the road in front he continued, "You spend enough time with that old crone, I expect you to be there when I get home." Looking sideways at the cowering woman beside him, "I expect you to act like a wife. Food on the table, sex in the bed. But you can't get either right you stupid cow."

As they pulled up and stopped in the driveway he turned to her. "You are going to give up the job, have the kid, and take care of me. When you go in tomorrow give your damn notice. I want you here where I know where you are. Not off somewhere looking after other people. I'm your husband and I expect you here. Do you understand?"




Laura Ch. 05



"Yes"

"Good, fucking do it. Tomorrow. Now get out the car."

*

Laura lay quietly next to the sleeping man, planning and scheming in her head.

Grab a few necessary things, and go to Mrs Jackson's house, dye her hair, put on the glasses and old clothes she had found in the bedroom, grab the new Identity documents and she would be off. All traces of Laura Hamilton gone, reborn as Rebecca Jackson.

Then she could pick up the lottery cheque and pay it into the new account.

Within days she would be gone. Out of this nightmare and into the next phase of her life. No trace of her old self left for Robert to follow.

*

Rhiannon watched as Laura arrived and walk up the stairs from the office door.

"Laura please can you come here a moment."

Slowly Laura walked back down the stairs and to the office where yesterday the policeman had sat with her. Her cheeks a bright red she stood there in front of her Manager.

"I'm so sorry about yesterday Rhiannon. It won't happen again."

"Laura you know I worry about you. This is a place where we really don't need disturbances like last night, and I know it is not your fault. Please tell me if you need help. I want to help." Collapsing into the chair by the desk, Laura sat there shaking her head. 

"I promise you I will sort it out. It won't happen again."

"There are refuges for women who need to get away from abusive partners Laura. I can get you into one. I have a friend who works in that field. Just say the word and I'll get her down to meet with you."

Looking up at the worried colleague Laura gave a wan smile. "It would be no good if I left him and stayed in the refuge. He would come after me there. I've heard of women that have ended up badly hurt or worse, dead, once their husbands have found out where they are. Robert would kill me if he found me there. I need to sort this out my way. I promise it won't happen again. I just need more time."

"If you change your mind let me know, in the meantime is there anyone else you know who can help you. A friend or family member maybe?"

Laura shook her head, and then looking up with a serious look on her face, "The only real friend I had I told to go away yesterday. It's complicated, but Chris is just a friend. A really nice man, but someone thinks that he and I are having an affair, and I am scared they will tell Robert." And looking down again into her lap whispered, "and if they did he would really kill me then." Then quickly looking up again at Rhiannon said earnestly "But we're not having an affair. Chris cares for me, but were not having an affair, he's just a friend."

"Laura you need to sort this out so that you're safe. Promise me you will sort this out."

"Yes. I promise I will sort this out. Soon, very soon."

 *

Laura sat in the office, numb with grief, the last ounce of her strength totally depleted. After all she had been through; the fear and terror she had been experiencing increasingly at home, the emotional void her life seemed to have become, the ravages of her young dreams as they lay like shreds around her, that one small part of her life which gave her comfort was now gone. The small chink of affection and the bond that she had felt with Mrs Jackson had sustained her for the last six months, and now it was gone. Mrs Jackson was gone, the one person she had come to feel like family, the Grandmother she had never had. 

She had been someone who cared about her because of who she was, not because they were being paid to care for her like all the others in her past. Sitting there in the office, the sobs shaking her slight body, the feelings of grief, loneliness and loss filling her up, her heart breaking, she was unaware of the concerned looks of Rhiannon watching her.

The older woman had seen Laura cope with the death of her clients before, but never had she seen her react like this, and she realised that there was so much more involved in this display of grief. Mixed with the trauma of last night, the pressure the young girl must be under in her home life and the loss of her patient the reaction was probably a release valve that had been ready to be let go of for some time.

Gently asking if there was someone she would like Laura to call to collect her and take her home, Laura had looked up, tears streaming down her face, eyes red and confused, and shaking her head whispered. "No one, Rhiannon I have no one." The plaintive comment broke the caring woman's heart.

"Surely you know someone who would come, apart from your husband? How about the man you were telling me about this morning, could you ask him?"

"I told him to go away yesterday." and taking the paper tissue being offered to her by Rhiannon sniffled and then continued in a small voice "Mrs Jackson liked Chris. She thought he was like her husband. She told me he was a good man, but I told him to go."

The tears started to flow again as she realised that there had been someone who cared for her and she had stupidly pushed him away.

"Well if he is as good a man as Mrs Jackson thought, he'll drop everything, come and get you and make sure you're alright. Do you have his phone number and I'll get him to come." 

Taking the business card from her bag on the desk, Laura handed it to Rhiannon and watched with a pounding heart as picking up the handset her colleague dialled the number shown on the card in her hand.

*

It was lunchtime, and he was down the pub with the rest of the crew, listening to them talking and laughing. Derek the plasterer was standing next to him holding a pint in his plaster speckled hand grinning at the latest throwaway comments that one of the men had made.

But he wasn't joining in. 

He gulped down the second half of his lager and putting down the glass, started to walk towards the bar to order another one.

"Hey Chris, you getting another? That was your third. It's not like you to drink during the day?" 

"Yeah well it's not like me for a lot of things lately. So I guess at least I'm being consistent." and he leant against the bar waiting to be served by the young man trying to deal with the rowdy crowd of lads to his right.

John the Site Manager walked up next to Chris and leaning both elbows on the bar asked him, "you putting up that stair banister on the top floor this afternoon?"

"Hmmmm."

"Lovely piece of work you've done on it." he noted in his lilting Welsh accent, whilst looking sideways at Chris's face as they stood next to each other, assessing the out of place sullen demeanour of the younger man.

Chris looked back at John; standing next to him, assessing the serious expression on the older man's face. "Spit it out, it's not like you to throw compliments around."

"Leave working on the banister this afternoon, or leave off the booze."

"I'm a big boy now, I can look after myself."

"I'm not asking, I'm telling you...."

Chris's body started to tighten up, ready for a fight, an outlet for the pent up emotions roiling around in his body, when suddenly the phone in his jeans pocket started to ring and reaching in he pulled out the phone and growled into it. "Yeah...."

An unknown woman's voice replied, "Are you Chris Rubin?"

"Yeah." And not taking his eyes off John, "Who's this?"

"My name is Rhiannon Murphy, I work with Laura Hamilton who's given me your number."

Suddenly all his focus was on the voice by his ear. "Is she OK, is everything alright." A feeling of dread ran through him, "She's not hurt is she?" 

"No she's not hurt. But I'm afraid she's very upset. One of her patients has died, one that she's very close to and she needs someone to take her home."

"Mrs Jackson has died?"

"Yes, I'm afraid on top of everything else Laura has taken it very badly and she's given me your business card to give you a call. Would it be alright for you to come and get her and take her home? I would normally call her husband but I don't think he'd be the best person to give her comfort right now."

"I'm on my way. Tell her I'm coming." And with that he started to walk towards the door of the pub when suddenly a hand grabbed his arm.

"If you think your getting on that bike after drinking those three pints you had better think again." Chris looked round at John who was holding his arm. "Wherever you're going, get a cab Chris."

"I can't wait for a cab to turn up; I need to get to the Hospice across town right now."

"Then I'll drop you off there. But you're not getting on the bike."

"OK, I appreciate it." And the two men walked out and got in the old battered van, the younger of the two totally wrapped up in his thoughts and concerns, silence between them as they rode through the lunchtime traffic towards the hospice across town.

*

John stood in the doorway watching as Chris knelt next the crying woman as she leant into him, sobbing into the big man's shoulder. He couldn't hear the quiet reassurances that Chris whispered into her ear, trying to calm the distressed woman who seemed to cling to him as if he was the last person alive, but by the body language of the two people he could see a man in love and now had a little more of an understanding why Chris had been so uncharacteristic today. Whatever was eating into Chris causing him to act out of character seemed to be linked up to this crying woman in his arms. He watched for a while longer and then looking across at the dark haired woman also standing watching the scene in front of them, signalled to leave the room.

As they met up in the hall outside, John explained that he had given Chris a lift over from work, but that he needed to get back to the site so he was leaving. 

"Tell Chris to get take her home in a cab and not to worry about coming back to the site today. I'll make sure his bike is safe at the house for him to pick up when he's ready."

*

As he held her he could feel the tremors subside, the moist warmth of her breath warmed his neck, and her unique smell filling his lungs. A mingled feeling of sadness for her anguish and the stirrings of arousal fought inside of him. Just an hour ago he had thought he would never see her again, and now he was holding her against him, and knowing that it was him she had asked to be contacted when she needed someone made his heart swell.

Slightly turning his head to kiss the side of her head he whispered "Laura do you think you can get up? I need to get you home."

"I don't want to go home. Not yet." and slowly lifting her head from his shoulder sniffed and shyly looked into his light blue eyes. "Please can you take me somewhere where we can talk and I can think? Anywhere but home right now."

Rising up from his knees and then taking hold of her hands he pulled her up and tucked her under his arm, walking her out to the hall where Rhiannon stood waiting.

 *

The cab had dropped them off at the car park by an old wooden stile that lead to the muddy leaf covered pathway twisting through a tunnel of Autumnal coloured trees. Laura stood quietly as Chris paid the driver sitting in the car, one hand resting on the top of the vehicle as he leaned down quietly talking with the driver.

In the cab he had told her he was taking her to his special place, the place where he came when he needed to clear his head to think.

Walking along the path, in a companionable silence, her small cold hand tucked inside his big warm one, she looked up at the trees around them. Leaves in hues of brown and gold rustled in the soft breeze, and crunched under foot as they made their way deeper into the wooded area. Suddenly they came to a clearing and Laura stopped walking, breathing in the crisp autumn air as she smiled and took in the spectacular view in front of her.

They were on top of a wide high ridge, with a stunning view extending out in front of them like a patchwork quilt. Here and there groups of houses nestled together like little dolls houses, surrounded by fields, and narrow country roads criss-crossed each other leading off to a small town far in the distance, and a river meandered across the scene, winding its way until it disappeared out of sight round the edge of the curve of the hillside.

Laura watched as a pair of riders on horses trotted across a large green open area below, looking like children toys.

Chris lead her to a wooden bench and there they sat, in silence at first, drinking in the peace and tranquillity before them. The only other person sharing this serenity was a middle aged man walking his dog, a large black Labrador who bounded around his owners feet, tongue lolling as he waited for a stick to be thrown in the age old game between dog and master.

Picking up her hand and placing it between his two palms, fingers entwined, Chris stretched out his long legs and leaning back against the seat smiled. 

"When I was a boy I would come here with my parents and sister, and we would walk along the ridge of the hill until we came to the little tea room nestled about a quarter of a mile down the pathway. We would have a cream tea, and my mum would say that there was nothing that could compare to a big cup of really strong tea and hot scones on a Sunday afternoon. Afterwards my sister and I would roll down the hill, and then climb back up only to roll down again." Lifting her hand to his mouth he kissed the back and said softly, "I'm so sorry sweetheart that she's gone, that you're hurting so much. but for her the pain is no more."

"I know, but I feel like my heart has been cut. She was the closest I've ever had to a Grandmother. She was so good to me, and I'll miss her so much Chris." as tears filled her eyes, "I've never had that feeling of belonging before, never had the kind of memory that you have of feeling safe within a family. She made me feel as if I was starting to belong, as if there was someone who really cared."

"I care."

"All my life all I really wanted was to be part of a big family. To feel I belong. But somehow it's always out of my grasp."

"It doesn't have to be." Turning his body on the seat and placing his arm along the back of the bench, whilst still holding her hand with his other, "Laura if you want to belong I'll be there for you. You don't have to be alone, or put up with being hurt. I'll look after you I promise. And I'll never hurt you."

"I hardly know you. I told you I can't just move in with you."

"Yes you can. Move in with me, just as flat mates. We can get to know each other. I'll sleep on the couch and you have the bed. You'll be safe and not alone, and I'll protect you and keep you safe. You'll never have to be afraid or lonely again." 

"It's so tempting."

"Then say yes."

"I need to sort myself out, get my things together."

"Does that mean Yes?"

"It means I need to sort myself out first. Please give me a couple of days to organise things and then I'll phone you."

Chris raised his hand and stroked her cheek, "Just say the word and I'll come and get you." Smiling he noted she had calmed down and the colour in her face that before had been so pale now was looking back to normal. Gently he leaned in closer and watching her eyes he tenderly kissed her, an open mouthed soft kiss, one of promise and so much more. 

Sharing a smile they quietly sat in a comfortable silence until Chris said "I told the cab driver to come back about now, so we'd better start back."

Walking companionably back to the pathway and through the trees they reached the car park and stood talking whilst they waited for the cab to return. As evening dusk settled in, an occasional car drove past until one turned in to the car park and pulled in next to them. 

*

Robert looked at the woman flirting with him again. He had come into the bar earlier than usual for a drink before going home and she had approached him straight away. What was she after now? He didn't trust her at all.

She seemed to be talking complete rubbish, asking him questions about his wife. He felt slightly uncomfortable, like there was a hidden agenda with this woman and he didn't quite get it, and now she was talking about that big bastard she had left him for that first night. What was she going on about? 

Suddenly it started to dawn on him, she was hinting at something. 

The rage started to build as he listened to her talking, saying nothing actually, but hinting at plenty.

The bar started to feel hot and too crowded as he listened, the noise around them making it difficult to hear everything she was saying, but the gist of it now quite clear. His breathing shallow, a flush across his cheeks he stared at the woman seemingly enjoying his reaction to her poisonous drips of gossip.

He was going to kill that bitch he was married to. There he was talking about starting a family, planning their future, working hard to support them, and all the time she was playing around on him.

*

Walking her dog along the road, Janet Palmer watched curiously as the neighbour who lived opposite's Mercedes pulled into the drive, the husband emerging from the car just as a cab turned the corner and stopped in front of him by the curb.

As she watched his wife emerged along with a very tall man in jeans and leather jacket, and the husband turned on his heel and strode aggressively over to the couple. Suddenly a heated argument broke out between the three people opposite, with the shorter and slighter of the two men shouting that he should have guessed that his slut of a wife was playing around with trash.

Janet stood routed to the spot as the drama played out in front of her.

The taller of the two men turned to the woman and seemed to be pointing towards the cab, inviting her to join him and leave, when suddenly her husband grabbed her arm and pushed her in front of him, manhandling her towards the front door of the house. The larger man followed seemingly remonstrating with the husband and trying to talk to the now crying wife, and suddenly the couple were gone, through the door as is was slammed shut in the face of the other man who stood there banging and yelling.

Fascinated Janet stood watching as the couple's neighbours came out to stand in the front garden, then walk over to the agitated man banging on the door. The cab driver, now out of his car walked over and joined the small group. Suddenly the door opened and the husband screamed that if they didn't leave he would call the police and re slammed the door in the faces of the four people standing there.

*

Chris stood outside the house, a ball of panic in his stomach, his hand running through his hair in frustration. Worry for Laura touching every fibre of his being, he stepped back from the door and shouted "Laura, Laura."

But there was no movement behind the door, and the three people surrounding him kept trying to pull him away from the scene, telling him to calm down, but how could he calm down when she was behind this damn door with that bastard.

"Look mate, I don't know what's going on here, but my advice is to leave it to cool down. Come back tomorrow and whatever's happening will be a lot calmer. Give the situation a little space."

Chris stared at the black cab driver, and then back at the house. He could see Laura's husband looking through the window his arm around Laura, and he realised that his presence would just inflame the situation more, and that the cab driver was right. Laura said she would think about moving in with him and phone him. There was nothing he could do right now, even though he was worried for her and her safety, he remembered something that Mrs Jackson had said to him, that the inner courage she would need to make the break had to come from her and that he should just be there for her when the time came.

Nodding to the man in front of him he walked back to the cab and giving his address to the driver the two men got in the cab and left the scene.

* "Norman this is getting worse, we must do something. That poor girl, I'm so worried for her." the wife said to the husband as they went back into their house.




Laura Ch. 05



"Barbara I told you we shouldn't get involved, besides you saw, there is someone else involved, and we don't know the whole story. Just leave it."

"I can't. I'm so worried. Tomorrow I am going to go next door and see if I can do anything."

"Well don't be surprised if you're told to mind your own business."

*

Laura stood there trembling, Roberts arm around her shoulder, holding her still against his side as he hissed in her ear "you little bitch, so that's your bit of rough on the side" and watching as Chris got in the cab and it drove off "Well say goodbye to him my love, because if you ever see him again I'll not only kill you, I'll make sure he has a bad accident and never walks again. Should be easy to arrange, just a swerve of a car into him and he won't look so tall sitting in a wheelchair."

Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked out at the now empty street, and then she felt Robert's arm leave her shoulders and suddenly her head exploded in pain and she collapsed to the floor.

"Bitch, you stupid bitch" he screamed as he bent over the figure on the floor hitting and slapping her around the head and face, easily getting past the feeble attempts that Laura put up to defend herself.

Grabbing her feet he pulled the nearly unconscious woman across the room and out through the door to the kitchen where he picked up a kitchen chair and throwing it across the room carried on screaming abuse at her as she lay in a heap on the tiled floor.

The wooden chair bounced off the cupboard and across her, hitting her hard across her arm and side, a bolt on sharp pain lancing through her ribs.

"You think you can play around on me with that big pile of shit. Well I'll teach you both." and kicking the chair off her, leant down and pulled her up by her hair to sitting position and hissing in her ear "You belong to me until I get fed up with you. Do you understand? You live by my rules, and if you don't I'll make sure lover boy's life is hell. And I can do it. I have friends who can do it. Do you understand bitch?" And with a mighty push on her head he got up and left the room as Laura's head hit the corner of the end cabinet and she passed out on the floor, blood dripping from the wound in her scalp where it hit the sharp corner.

*

Storming out the house Robert got back in his car and headed for the bar. Red hot anger ran through his veins and as he drove, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, shouting out loud to the empty car "Bitch. Bitch, fucking little bitch." 

Suddenly with a screech of wheels he turned the car around and returned to the house, storming back into the kitchen, bending down to grab by the hair the now unconscious woman, and raising his hand to hit her again.

Realising his hand felt wet and sticky he held it in front of his face and saw the blood. The dawning washed like cold water through him that she was bleeding from her head and was unconscious, her limp body un-responding to him.

Sitting back on his heels, he sat watching her as she lay there not moving unsure what to do next, realising that this time he might have gone too far.

After a while shaking and scared he stood shakily up using his hand on the kitchen counter to steady himself. A drink, he needed a drink and then he would decide what to do next.

*

One glass of wine had turned into a couple of bottles as the nervous man stood drinking unsure what to do, praying that she would be awake when he returned to the house. He couldn't call an ambulance as that would entail too many questions, the same if he called a doctor. Best to leave it and see what happens, she'll probably be OK when he returned home later, and turning around to the bar with a trembling hand held up the twenty pound note and waved it at the bar man as a signal to order.

*

Laura groaned and turned on her back, her legs stretching out and hitting the leg of the kitchen table, her head was pounding and the swellings and bruises on her face felt tight and throbbed painfully. Slowly she moved her hand up to her head, gingerly touching the place where it felt like a spike was poking in her scalp and winced as her fingers found the wound and lump that was pulsating with every beat of her heart as the blood flowed through her body.

Uncomprehendingly she looked at her fingers she had touched the wound with, seeing the blood staining her skin, sticky and wet, and laying there on her back on the cold floor she sank back down into the sweet blackness of oblivion.

*

The barman looked across at the agitated man holding onto the top of the bar as he stood opposite him ordering another glass of wine.

Earlier in the evening he had noticed the smears of blood on the man's white shirt as he had handed over the money to pay for his drinks. Shirt slightly un-tucked and tie pulled loose around his neck the man looked unlike his usual immaculate self when he normally came to the bar. Tonight he seemed distracted and nervous. The barman assumed it must be something to do with the blood, maybe he had been in a fight, although looking at the man he would never have guessed he was the type to use his fists, he always seemed the glib type to talk his way out of trouble.

Just goes to show how wrong you can be about someone he thought to himself as he handed over another glass of wine and took the money, watching as the man shakily lifted the glass to his mouth and gulped down half the rich ripe red liquid.

*

Laura didn't know how long she had lain there on the floor, it could have been minutes or it could have been hours. Her body was aching, her head felt like a football that had been kicked repeatedly, throbbing and hot. 

Carefully sitting up, wincing at the pain in her side where the chair had hit her, she looked around, listening frantically for any sign of Robert.

She knew she had to get out at once, the need to save herself the most paramount emotion giving her the strength to get first to her knees and then to her feet as she staggered out of the kitchen to the front door.

Opening it she carefully looked outside in to the dark night, and pulling her blood smeared jacket tighter around her she unsteadily walked out, closing the door to her home and her life behind her.

Shakily she walked to the end of the road, not sure what to do or where she was going, moving slowly with her head down, and dazed with pain, her feet instinctively took her along, moving her step by step on the first leg of her new life, to the one place she really felt safe.

*

Arriving home much later the drunken man weaved his way up the path from his car now parked haphazardly, half on and half off the drive, and into the still and quiet house. Calling out his wife's name he lurched from room to room, swearing under his breath as no sound of life answered back. Only the sound of his heavy breaths and plaintive shouts echoed back at him as he moved around, searching for her only to find himself alone.

The bitch wasn't anywhere, so turning around he aimed again for the bedroom where he fell across the bed and passed out.



Laura Ch. 06



A romantic thriller, this is the story of Chris and Laura's love, with a twist.

Robert has inadvertently set himself for attention by the police, whilst Chris goes out of his mind with worry.

*

His mouth felt dry and opening one eye he peered over at the bedside radio clock. As he watched the time changed to 11.16, he realised he had overslept, missing going in to work. Rolling over he found that Laura was not beside him, her side untouched. 

Memories of last night flooded back, and sitting up he saw he was still in his suit, now a crumpled mess. Removing the jacket as he perched on the edge of the bed, he called out her name. 

Again only a silence broken by his own breathing echoed back to him. Where was the little cow? She had better not have gone to that bastard after he left for the bar. If she thought by leaving him she would get anything from this house or any money, she was going to be badly shocked he decided. She could go to hell now for all he cared.

He would install the little office junior in her place. He could get anyone he wanted at anytime. So fuck her and that big rough Neanderthal for all he cared.

Getting up from the bed and going to the bathroom he peeled out of his clothes, dumping them in the hamper, and stepped into the shower. Later he would phone up the office and explain that he was ill and take the rest of the day off and relax.

*

Laura lay curled up in a ball on the bed, tears streaming down her battered face, clutching the pillow to herself as the sobs wracked her body.

Last night without thinking she had walked through the dark streets for over an hour, unaware where she was going, her head hurting and fuzzy, until coming to a halt she realised she had walked across town to Mrs Jackson's house.

Going through the wooden gate, the one that Chris had repaired that first week they met, and up to the front door she stood there swaying, suddenly realising she didn't have her handbag holding the keys to the house. She had left her home without taking a thing, no money, no keys, nothing but what she was standing up in.

Exhausted and staggering around to the back of the house she came to the kitchen back door, and looking under the small pot holding a wilting plant that stood in a dark corner by the door, she picked up the small key she knew lay there, and opening the back door, entered the dark still house.

Moving around the house in the dark, and holding her aching head, the tears fell as she realised she would never see the old lady again, but that even in death she had given Laura a gift, a sanctuary to run to while she gathered herself together and healed her wounds before the next step in her escape.

*

Chris hadn't slept at all, and as he stood in his kitchen drinking another cup of strong black coffee, he steeled himself not to go over to Laura's house but to wait for a phone call. All night he had lain in his bed, his mind turning over with worry, aware that his presence would have inflamed any situation between Laura and her husband.

But the waiting would be hell, the need to go and see if she was alright had kept him awake until the first rays of dawn when he moved his tired body, readying himself for work.

Today he would get the bus, but there would be no Laura to wait for as he sat on the wall. Today he would go to work, collect his bike and then later on go over to the Hospice and check out that she was alright.

Drinking down the last of his coffee and rinsing up the cup he turned around and surveyed the room with a critical eye. He hoped that Laura would like what he had done with his home; he could picture her here in the kitchen, the two of them working together in the evening preparing a meal, surrounded by the old renovated oak cupboards that he had lovingly restored after he had rescued them from the reclamation supplier.

Walking into the bedroom he grabbed his old battered leather jacket off the end of the bed and shrugging into it grabbed his keys off the stand and ran down the stairs and out into the morning rain.

*

Rhiannon hadn't heard from Laura, which was not like her. If she was ill or unable to come in to work she would always phone, but today she hadn't phoned and it was now late afternoon. 

After yesterday she hadn't expected the young woman to come in, but she thought she would have phoned.

Going about her duties she wondered if she should give her a quick call, and walking into the office sat down at the desk. It was then she noticed the business card lying next to the phone, and picking it up she placed it in the drawer so it wouldn't get lost and she could give it back to Laura when she came in.

Just as she was about to dial Laura's home number the husband of one of the patients poked his head in the office and asked if he could have a quick word with her, and pushing closed the draw she beckoned the man in, and with a smile asked "How can I help Mr Beckinsale?"

*

Laura slept most of the day waking up late afternoon; she lay on the bed looking up at the Airtex ceiling painted a dirty magnolia above her, an old fashioned satin light shade that once had been lime green but now looked more dirty bracken brown hung down, sad and neglected.

Her head throbbed and one eye was partially closed where Robert's hand had managed to connect hard.

Climbing slowly off the bed she limped across the room to look in the dressing table mirror. Body stiff and sore, she looked at herself, tears running down her cheeks, shoulders slumped.

Staring back at her was the image of a defeated woman, red bruise marks marred the smooth skin on her cheek and close to her eye, the lid slightly swollen, red and half shut, her hair matted and tangled, stained down one side with dried red blood.

Walking into the bathroom she ran water into the old fashioned claw footed bath tub and started to peel off her damp dirty bloodstained clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. A dark bruise had appeared across her ribs and arm where the chair had fallen on her, standing out as a livid dark mark against her pale skin.

Stepping into the tub and laying back in the hot water, she started to plan. She knew she could stay here at Mrs Jackson's for only a short while. Soon the legal people from the Hospice would come by and she would have to be gone by then, maybe three or four days at the most. It was such a short time to allow herself to heal and get back her strength before moving on.

There was a supply of tins of soup, biscuits and some dried food in the house and she could live of these without having to go out, and if she didn't turn on any lights at night, no-one would guess she was here.

Leaning back in the tub so that she could wash her hair, she winced as the water hit the split scalp and the lump lying under the surface. Gently she soaped herself clean, letting the hot water calm and warm her body, helping to relax and ease the aching in her bones.

Wrapping a towel around her slim body and one around her head, she stepped from the tub and padded out of the bathroom to find the clothes she had found left behind by Mrs Jackson's granddaughter, then walked down to the kitchen, avoiding the small opaque window at the front. Opening a kitchen cupboard she found the biscuit tin and putting the kettle on stood remembering that day here in the kitchen, that first day when she met Chris, and he reached up to get this very tin down.

The tears started to flow again as she realised she would never be able to see him again. Never sit quietly talking to him, listening to his stories, watching his smile as he thought of something that he found amusing, never have him gently tease her to make her smile, never feel his strong body as she leant against him, his warmth surrounding her and making her feel safe.

She needed to protect him from Robert at any cost, making sure he was safe, for in her heart she believed what Robert had said, and that his need for revenge would mean she could never be with Chris and put his life in danger.

*

Robert spent the day laying on the couch nursing a bruised ego, the bottle of wine next to him on the floor, the television showing afternoon cooking shows and re runs of old murder mysteries.

He decided he was going to tell everyone that he had thrown that bitch of a wife out. He didn't want them to know she had left, and that he had hit her.

If she turned up he would throw her out anyway, let her go to her lover boy, he didn't want any second hand goods. No, he would install that little office junior here to look after him, and life would be good.

He was sure that he could carry on with his life, uninterrupted, just with a change of woman in his life, in his bed, belonging to him.

Picking up the remote he flicked the channel until he found a quiz show and settled into the cushions feeling much better.

*

Stopping the bike in the car park of the Hospice, rain drumming down on him, and dark beginning to descend making it difficult to see clearly through the visor, he removed his helmet as he swung his leg over the bike. Striding up to the door of the large building and ringing the bell he waited impatiently, rain pelting down on his hair and dripping down his face.

After a while the door opened and Rhiannon stood there looking up at him, a quizzical look on her face.

"Laura's not here. I didn't expect her today."

"How is she? Is she alright?"

"She didn't call. I expect I'll hear from her tomorrow. She'll probably come in then or phone."

Chris stood there for a moment, unheeding of the rain soaking him to his skin, then without a word to Rhiannon ran back to his bike, got on and rode off, the only thought in his head that she hadn't called, work or him. And he needed to know she was safe. 

Arriving at her home, he jumped off the bike, uncaring that it had toppled over and stood looking in through the large brightly lit window at Robert sitting relaxed watching the television as if nothing had changed.

Standing there watching, eyes burning red for lack of sleep and worry, his body cold and wet, his stomach tight from tension, he felt a wave of helplessness rush through him, and for the first time in his life realised that he had always taken his ability to deal objectively with problems for granted, so that now when the most important thing in his life was happening he had lost all reason and was working on raw emotions.

*

Days went by but no word from Laura, no phone call and no contact. He haunted the Hospice each day, speaking with Rhiannon, sharing their worry about the lack of any sign of Laura. He drove by her house daily trying to catch sight of her. Every five minutes he would look at his phone to check to see if a text or missed call had appeared but there was no message, no sign of her, it was as if she had disappeared.

Discussing what to do about it a week later as they sat together in the bright day room, Rhiannon looked across at the anxious man sitting opposite her, an untouched cup of coffee by his side as he talked to her about his love for Laura, and the madness gripping him not knowing if she was alright, what might have happened to her to stop her coming into work or contacting either of them.

Sitting there, unshaved, his black hair ruffled from running his hand through it continually in frustration, light blue eyes red rimmed and heavy with worry, sadness and defeat seemed to emanate from his every movement.

Voicing the unspoken thought that had hovered between them for the last half hour Rhiannon quietly said "I think it's time to contact the police. He may have hurt her so bad she's unable to contact us."

Chris looked up, the feeling of real dread that had haunted him since that night he had left her behind now taking full grip, and settling as a dark cloud draining all other thoughts.

"I should never have taken her home." His shoulders slumping further, his head bowed in defeat "I was a fool, it's all my fault."

"No Chris, it's not your fault. None of this is your fault. It was happening before you met her."

"But I didn't help the situation. It gave him a reason. I love her so much it hurts, and I've done nothing but cause her pain and make the situation worse."

"Chris listen to me, it's not your fault. I'm phoning the police and asking them to go over there to check on her, but I want you to stop beating yourself up. It's not your fault."

As she outlined what had occurred to the policeman on the other end of the phone, Rhiannon explained that she knew Laura would have contacted her if she could have either because of work, or because of Mrs Jacksons funeral which was to happen later that week. Recounting the scene at the Hospice Robert had made the day before she disappearance the person listening asked if she could remember the name of the policemen who had attended that night, and assured her he would get someone to go over and check out the situation.

Putting down the phone she sat back and told Chris "The police are going over to check on her, and they'll let me know the outcome." But inside her heart she felt the news would not be good. A terrible premonition had settled over her and she worried how the man in front of her was going to take any bad news that might be coming their way.

*

Mick stood waiting for the door to open, glancing to his left he noted the Mercedes parked in the driveway and stepping back, looked up at the light in the upstairs window. Raising his hand he rung the bell again, wishing he was back at the station and out of this cold wind that had picked up during the day, and now in early evening, was whipping up and looked to become a real storm.

Deciding that there was no point is staying any longer he was just about to turn back to the Police car when the door opened and in the doorway stood a very young woman with short blond cropped hair, wearing a silky pink Kimono style dressing gown.

"Good evening is Laura Hamilton in?" he enquired, noting that this young woman was not the wife he had met last week at the Hospice.

"No." the young girl hesitantly answered, pulling the robe higher across her breasts, and as she did so Mick noticed the red marks around her wrist. "I'll get Robert," and she disappeared only to return five minutes later following the man wearing a short black towelling robe, blond hair wet and brushed back from his face, which held a look of contempt.

"She's gone." arms folded he stood in the doorway, his manner aggressive "No longer living here, I booted the two timing cow out."

"Well Sir can you tell me where she can be contacted? Do you have a forwarding address or contact details I can reach her on?"

"No, she probably buggered off with that big thug she was having an affair with. I've no idea where they are, and I don't care. When you find her tell her she won't get a thing from me."

Mick looked behind Robert to the young girl hovering behind him and quietly asked "When did she leave Sir, what date?"

"The 24th, last week." 

"Thank you for your time, and if you hear from her please can you get her to contact the Station and let us know, as we would like to confirm her whereabouts."

Turning and saying good night as he left, Mick had a bad feeling about this. He knew from speaking to the Hospice Manager that she was not with the man that the husband alluded to, and he knew there was no sighting of her from work.

The door had slammed behind him and he was about to get in the car when he could hear a woman's voice calling out, and looking up he noticed the next door neighbour standing in her doorway gesturing for him to come and speak to her. Closing the car door and walking over to the neighbour, he passed through as she opened the door wider and beckoned for him to come in.

After settling on the couch, the nervous woman started to explain that she and her husband had lived next door since the couple had moved in five years ago and during that time she had heard and witnessed some terrible scenes where the husband had terrorised the young wife, and recently the violence she heard through the walls had increased until last week.

Last week, the night of the big argument in the street had been the last time Laura had been seen or heard by her, or her husband. 

"That night my husband and I could hear him screaming at her. He screamed he was going to kill her. I was so worried, I wanted to phone the police, but my husband kept saying to leave it alone, that it's not our business, but I'm so worried about her. There's been no sign of her since that night. And now he has that other woman living in the house with him and yesterday I noticed her wearing some of the wife's clothes when they went out."

"When did the other woman move in?"

"About four days ago."

"Tell me about the night of the fight in the street, what exactly happened?"

Leaning forward, relieved at last to be able to tell the Police everything she had heard and seen Barbara Morrison poured out the story of her next door neighbour's turbulent marriage and the terrible things she had heard through the thin walls that the two homes shared.

*

He had no proof, just a suspicion built on intuition, but he felt that was enough to have a chat with one of the detectives back at the station.

Standing there leaning against the messy file covered desk, he outlined what he knew and felt. It wasn't much, but as he explained his gut feelings, Detective Martin Dowler listened intently.

"What do you think has happened?"

"Not sure, but no one has seen her since that night. The Hospice Manager says she knows she would have contacted the Hospice, not least because the old woman's funeral is within days and Laura loved the old woman."

"You sure she's not with the boyfriend or that he's involved in any way."

"No she's not there; he's pretty worried about her as well. Seems that no one has seen or heard from her, not the neighbour, not work, not her friends, nor does the husband seem particularly worried."

"Maybe she's run off, just had enough of them all."

"Maybe, but I don't think so, not from what I witnessed when I did the call out to the domestic that night at the Hospice. Seemed to me she was too cowered and too afraid of her husband to fight back, even to the extent of running. Martin I just have a bad feeling about this. The husband is an arrogant sod, full of himself and if that night he went too far we might have a missing wife and only the word of the husband that she ran off."

"OK, I'll do a little digging, but I bet she turns up at the boyfriend's pretty soon."

*

Tapping the pen in his hand on the table in front of him, the Detective sat back pensively studying the man sitting opposite him in the interview room. He still wasn't completely convinced this person wasn't somehow involved in Laura Hamilton's disappearance. And it now was classified as a missing person case. After three weeks and no sign of the young woman, no sign of her using her bank account, no sightings or contact with former associates, it was looking more and more like a case of foul play, but by whom, and when? Her husband, the most likely person, or this man sitting in front of him, face haggard and eyes showing strain, but could that strain be the result of a guilty mind.

"Let's go through it again. You left in the cab that night and went straight home, no witness other than the cab driver, and no contact with Laura Hamilton from the moment you saw her go into her home with her husband?"

"Yeah, the cab driver took me back to my house." 

Leaning forward elbows on the table, hands running for the umpteenth time through his thick hair, he closed his eyes and recited again for the Detective in a hollow voice. "My bike was taken from the pub where I had left it at lunchtime by the site Foreman in the back of the works van, and left at the site, where I picked it up the next morning." And looking up "You can check with him, the bike was at the site when he got in that morning and I came in after him, I was running late due to getting the bus and because of not sleeping the night before with worry about Laura."




Laura Ch. 06



"If you were worried about her, why did you leave her behind?"

"I told you, the husband hustled her into the house before I had a time to react. I tried to get her to come out, but some people, the cabby and some others told me to go as I was making a scene. I thought she would phone me the next day and come and live with me. I was stupid, I shouldn't have left her. It's all my fault."

"Mr Rubin how is it your fault?"

"Because I knew her husband was abusing her, I had seen the bruises and marks over the past months. My being there, it just inflamed the situation," and placing his head down on his arms on the table shook his head against them mumbling "and now he's probably gone too far and killed her and it's all my fault."

"Lets start at the beginning again. When did you first meet Laura Hamilton and where?"

*

At the case meeting Martin reviewed the facts so far with the rest of the team.

"After speaking with the bar tender where the husband visited later that night I am now inclined to get a search warrant and bring him in for questioning."

"You say the bar man saw blood on his shirt? How much blood?"

"Smears, but enough to be suspicious. He could have killed her, gone back after getting drunk enough to have the courage to deal with the body, got rid of it that night or during the next day. The guy says he was very agitated, unlike his normal self, and work says he was off that next day. Plenty of time to get rid of a body and clean up any mess."

"Let's bring him in, have a chat first. He must know we are asking around about him. Should be ripe and ready for a little chat about now."

*

Robert sat waiting in the small room, his solicitor sitting to his left. The last couple of weeks had been hell. All around him colleagues and acquaintances had been questioned by police, then staring and talking about him. Each time he walked in a room at work they all stopped talking and yesterday when he walked in the bar he could swear every eye was on him. 

It was becoming untenable. The little cow was making his life a nightmare and all because she had run off with that big oaf. Why didn't they go and talk to him, he was a more likely candidate to have done her in by the looks of him.

Suddenly the door opened and two Detectives entered the room, one portly with a shaven head and black moustache under a big hook nose, the other looking more like a school teacher with silver hair and a scholarly air about him.

Sitting down they introduced themselves and after explaining the procedure of taping the meeting and his rights the one with the silver hair, called Detective Dowler, asked "When was the last time you saw your wife?"

"The night she left me, October 24th."

"Well Robert can you tell us what she said when she left."

"No. She left while I was out for a drink at a bar in town. I went out and when I came back she was gone."

"Can you describe what occurred earlier that evening? What caused her to leave?"

"The little cow came home with her boyfriend, I told her to sling her hook, went out to the bar and when I returned she was gone. End of story."

"So what you are telling us is that at no time, after you entered the house did you argue or fight with your wife. What you are saying is that you asked her to leave, went out and when you came home she was gone."

"Yes that's it exactly. The little cow was gone. Go speak to the boyfriend; he should know what happened to her." 

"So can you explain why your neighbour has told us she heard you screaming at your wife that night after you entered the house, and I quote 'He screamed over and over I am going to kill you.' while she could hear your wife begging for you to stop hitting her. Can you comment on this?"

Robert sat back in his chair stunned. "I just said it, I didn't do it. I was angry. I had just found out she was two timing me. It was just words."

And for the first time he realised he was in trouble.



Laura Ch. 07



Laura is missing and the Police believe her husband is responsible, every thing he did against Laura has set himself up, and now he is reaping the rewards.

Chris is going out of his mind with grief.

If you like romantic thrillers, read on.

*

The week had been eventful for the investigation, with more and more evidence mounting up against the husband, except they had no body.

Standing in front of the team in the squad room Martin shook his head, slouched with hands in trouser pockets, he looked down at the file in front of him on the desk and said. "The traces of blood the forensics found on the floor in the kitchen, on the counter and in the plug hole of the sink could point to him cutting her up, but would he have had time that night and the next day to do that. It takes time to cut up a body and get rid of it, and more blood than we've got. The most logical place would be the bath."

"The traces of blood found on the kitchen knife makes me think she was stabbed Martin. The blood smear on the steering wheel of the car makes me think he took the body and dumped it somewhere during the night."

"Yes and even though he washed the tea towel, the blood stains on it shows he tried to clean up the mess with it, so I think she was killed in the kitchen."

"He must have leant against the kitchen counter, his bloody finger print and palm print showed up when the counter was tested by forensics. Proving he had access to her body after she was wounded."

"But is this enough to charge him? With no body it's all supposition."

"We need enough strands of circumstantial evidence to be able to charge him. Firstly the hospital has past records of a broken wrist, the kind of break that can only be caused by rough twisting of the arm. Next we have witnesses to other instances of abuse, escalating in violence and time between each one. The neighbour, the boyfriend, his and her work colleagues all witnessed signs of abuse, including bruises and cuts. His story keeps changing, firstly he told her to leave, next he came home and she had gone. And don't forget the threats to kill her repeated in front of the Hospice Manager and heard by the neighbours."

"Also what woman leaves her home without taking her bag, her purse, her keys or any make up or clothes?"

"No sign of movement in her bank account, she hasn't collected her last month's pay, no sign or sighting of her since the 24th. The new girlfriend installed in her house, in her clothes."

"What about the boyfriend, the motive to kill her was she was going to leave the husband for him, the husband's ego couldn't take it. There he was a successful man and she was leaving him for someone he saw as below him in every way. What did he call him in the interviews?"

"Her bit of rough, the Neanderthal, the big ape. All derogatory names, he felt she had slighted him, insulted him, and defied him. He hit out at her as he always had, and in his anger went too far. They were in the kitchen, he picked up the knife and then when he had realised what he had done, covered up. Moved the new girlfriend in and told everyone she had left him."

"But is it enough to charge him?"

"Let's dig a little deeper, see what else we can uncover."

*

Like a wild animal licking it's wounds, Chris had retreated into his flat, unable to work, to eat, to go outside where people went about their daily lives, laughing and doing the day to day things that people do.

He sat there staring ahead through dry heavy eyes, seeing nothing except the pictures his mind conjured up. 

Over the past weeks he had hardly eaten or slept and his already lean and wiry face and body had started to show the loss of weight, and the lack of sleep etched deeper lines into the already deep creases that normally framed a smiling mouth, but now framed a mouth that reflected deep pain.

He felt he was going mad, each time he closed his eyes he pictured Laura. He could see her smiling up at him, her beautiful green eyes sparkling with amusement as he told her outrageous stories about himself. Her sweet oval face framed by that long silky hair, her gentle smile, only to be suddenly replaced in his imagination as dead and battered, her eyes closed, her face bruised and still.

Blame and guilt sat with him continually, turning over in his mind what he should have done, what he didn't do, how he should have seen this coming.

The police had interviewed him four times now, and although they seemed to have ruled him out, he still felt responsible, still felt that if he had just carried on loving her from afar instead of knocking on that door and getting to know her, none of this would have happened.

Five weeks had gone by and still the pain was as raw as it had been that first week. Would this pain ever leave him? He didn't really want it to, as he saw it as his punishment, his cross to bear for causing the death of the woman he loved.

*

John sat on the couch opposite Chris shocked at his appearance. The last three weeks he had been off site, sitting here locked within his grief, but now John felt was the time to pull him out into the world, to face up to life, and he was not above a little manipulation to ensure it happened.

"As far as I can see it you have two choices, get back on site and finish your contract or I get the solicitors involved and you end up with high legal costs, your name blacklisted in the industry and possibly losing your home. Choice is yours."

"You could get someone else to finish the job. There's plenty of others out there. Gordon Ross is a good man and would take it over. Give him a call."

"Gordon is good I'll grant you, but not as good as you, besides the contract is with you Chris. I need to get finished on time or I'll go into penalty phase, and that will cost me, and if it costs me, it will cost you."

Chris sat scowling at this man who was threatening him; teeth clenched, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he contemplated hitting him to relieve his anger.

Rising to his feet John grabbed his jacket off the couch and as he walked towards the door he stopped and looked back down at the man sitting tense and angry and issued the warning. "I expect to see you at the site tomorrow morning at eight sharp. There is a couple of sash window frames you were last working on, you'll find them propped up in the third floor bedroom ready for you to start on. The rain is seeping in and I want those windows replaced first."

Walking to the door he turned around one last time. "And Chris leave that pent up anger at home, I don't want it on my site." And then he was gone.

*

"Look Mr Hamilton, it's inevitable we'll uncover everything. It's best you tell me the whole story in your own words. I understand you can love someone and still hurt them, she made you feel a fool, she was seeing someone behind your back, you were angry, your anger got the better of you and you lashed out. It was a crime of passion so to speak, not planned, spur of the moment, admit it and get it off your chest."

"I admit I hit her, she was unconscious when I left her, but she was alive. When I came back she was gone."

"So you admit you hit her?"

"Yes. I hit her."

"You admit you hit her so hard she was unconscious?"

"No, when I hit her she hit her head on the counter. I didn't knock her out, hitting her head knocked her out."

"But you didn't phone for an ambulance? Get help?"

"No, but she was alive. When I went out she was alive."

"So Robert explain to me the traces of your wife's blood on the knife, on the tea towel and in the plug hole?"

"I can't explain it."

*

He pushed himself hard to the point of exhaustion. Sweat dripped down his neck and chest, his tee shirt stuck to the skin of his back, he worked until his muscles bulged and veins stood out, but still he couldn't sleep at night.

Workmates tip-toed around him, keeping their distance, unsure what to say, and how to treat him. John watched him, making sure he took breaks to eat, went home to rest. His work became his salvation, a place to pour his anger and frustration into with each pound of the hammer.

Going home in the dark each night, he pushed the bike too fast, took risks he normally wouldn't have taken. Meals were no longer enjoyable, but necessary to stay alive and to have the strength to work the next day.

He knew his body was alive, but inside he felt dead.

*

Martin Dowler looked up as Mick came in, a big smile on his face, "We've got him. We've got the bastard."

"Now don't tease me Mick, what have we got." the Detective started to get up, people were streaming in through the office doorway, big smiles on their faces.

"They've found what they think are her clothes, dumped in an old rusty skip abandoned on a building site not far from the railway station."

"YESSSSSS!" and with a raised fist in the air the usually reserved Detective gave a big whoop.

"They're sure it's her clothes?"

"Yeah, they fit the description given by the boyfriend last time he saw her after he dropped her back home. And there's more."

"What?"

"The jacket has blood all down one side, they're gonna to do the DNA tests against the hairs gathered from her brushes, but it's hers, I know it. We've got him."

"How far is the dump site from the house or the bar?"

"It's on the way between the house and the bar. Five minutes from the bar I'd say."

"Any sign of a body?"

"Not yet, but it's sure to be only a matter of time."

*

Chris stood in the hall, his heart beating so hard he thought it would explode out from his chest. He could feel the bile rising in his throat as he stood staring at the closed door. 

The detective touched his arm and moved forward to open the door inviting him to step through, but he just stood there, rigid with fear, unable to move his feet.

"Mr Rubin, I understand this is difficult for you, but we need confirmation that these are the clothes you last saw Laura Hamilton wearing that night. We need you to do this for Laura. The case against her husband is building, but we need confirmation that these are her clothes. Please step through the door and help us to identify the clothes."

Wild eyes looked back at the Detective, and then as if a big hand had given the tall man a push he moved forward into the room, and stood looking down at the large table where items of clothes were laid out in their protective see through bags.

Unable to speak he stared down at the light beige jacket he had so often seen her wear now laid out, crumpled and dirty with dark brown stains marring one side. Slowly the tears he had been holding back for weeks fell, as his large frame crumpled to his knees, the sobs started to wrack his body. 

Martin Dowler looked compassionately down at the distraught man in front of him, since first meeting him he had, though at first suspected he might be implicated, come to realise that this large, tough looking man had been deeply in love with the victim, and any glimmer of hope she was alive had now been stamped out.

"Mr Rubin please can you say if these are the clothes you last saw Laura Hamilton wearing the night of the 24th October."

"Yes." Looking up with tear stained face. "Yes these are Laura's things, and I'm going to kill that bastard myself."

*

Chris sat at the bar, hands shaking as he lifted the whisky up to his mouth. Unable to wipe the picture of Laura's clothes spread out on the table, the unmistakable stain of blood on the jacket, he closed his eyes, the mixed feelings of grief and anger swept through him.

After he had been ushered out by the Policeman and taken to another room to give and sign his statement, he had been warned not to go near Laura's husband, but to leave it to the Police to deal with him. Chris had stared long and hard at the cop, who reiterated the statement. "Mr Rubin, if you interfere in anyway with Mr Hamilton we will be forced to arrest you. Leave it to us, we know what we are doing, and you will only cause problems with the case. The best way to ensure that Laura's killer is brought to justice is for you to tell us all you know, and give evidence at any trial."

"But what if you don't get enough evidence to take him to trial, what if he gets away with killing her. What then?"

"We are building a case and there will be enough evidence, so long as you don't do anything stupid."

Standing there in the bar he finished off the last of the golden liquid in his glass, then caught the eye of the barman, signalling for another, when he felt an arm slide round his back. 

Looking next to him he saw Tricia, "Hi, want to buy me a drink Chris?"

"Just leave me alone Tricia."

"Leave you alone, why? Now your little girlfriend is missing I would have thought you wanted some company? It's been a while since you called me, a phone call would have been nice."

"I told you leave me alone, I'm not in the mood for any games." He tossed the money on the counter and picked up the fresh drink, taking a long sip.

"Games Chris? I'm not the one playing games. Seems to me the two of you were playing games long before you and I met."

"What the hell are you talking about Tricia?"

"I saw you outside your house with her, kissing. You told me there was nothing between you and her, that she was married. But I saw you, and you were more than just good friends Chris. You looked a lot more than good friends."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You were having an affair, and that's just what I told her husband, just how friendly you and that little cow were. I don't think he was too happy with hearing that."

"You what!" he exploded, the whole bar going quiet as he stood, his body rigid with fury, the glass in his hand slammed down on the bar. Taking steps backwards, Tricia realised she had gone too far in taunting this normally laid back man, and looked up apprehensively at piercing blue eyes staring at her with pure hatred.

"You bitch!"

Chris started to raise his hands as if to seize her, taking a step forward, only to find his arm grabbed by his friend Charlie. "Leave it Chris, she's not worth it."

"Not worth it, this bitch may have lit the fuse that killed Laura."

Scuttling backwards she shouted. "He was already hitting her, everyone knew, I didn't do anything except tell him about the two of you and what you were up to."

"You bitch." he roared trying to release his arm from Charlie's strong grip.

"Get out of here Tricia,"Charlie hissed, moving in front of Chris and pushing him backwards, "get out of here and don't come back, your not wanted around here."

And she turned and ran out the bar, twenty-three pairs of eyes watching her as she ran.

*

Robert couldn't believe this was happening to him. It was a nightmare, and he was at the centre of it, unable to wake up, to get back to reality.

He couldn't make them understand that he hadn't killed her; all he had done was hit her and walk out that night. Time and again he had repeated his story, and each time they threw back some piece of supposed evidence that pointed to him, but none of it was completely true. At least none of it was to do with him killing her.

Yes he admitted he had hurt her in the past, yes he admitted he had threatened to kill her, but he had said that in anger, he never intended to do it.

No he didn't get help for his wife after she hit her head and fell unconscious on the floor that night, no he didn't understand how her bloodstained clothes had ended up near the bar he went to that night, no he couldn't explain how her blood had ended up on the steering wheel of his car.

The questions went on and on, and in between he sat in the cell, alone with his thoughts. They had taken his tie and belt, and he felt dirty and alone, worried and confused.

Where was she? He knew he hadn't killed her, or at least he thought he hadn't killed her, but that night was such a blur, what with the wine, and the feelings of rejection and humiliation he had felt when he found out she was having an affair with that man. What if he had done something whilst he was drunk he couldn't remember? Uncertainty started to creep in, and the hours of questioning and isolation in the cell made him question his own innocence.

*

The young girl trembled as she was asked the questions by the female Detective, unsure what to say, and if any answers she haltingly gave was what they wanted to hear.

"So when Robert gave you the skirt and top to wear, what did he say?"

In a quiet almost whisper she replied "That he wanted to see me wear them."

"Did he say why?"

"He said I would look better in them than his wife."

"Did he say where his wife was?"

"Yes, he told me she was with someone else."

"Someone else, did he say who?"

"No, just that she was with someone else."

"Alright, let's talk about what happened when you put on the clothes."

"He seemed to change."

"Change? In what way?"

Looking embarrassed, she looked down at the hands in her lap, the top of her blond hair was all the detectives could see as they heard an even quieter "He screamed at me, called me a cow, twisted my wrist and told me I was a slut" the young girl looked back up, her eyes wet with tears and reflecting her humiliation. "He seemed to think I was his wife; he called me Laura and told me I belonged to him. I was scared, but afterwards, um, after you know, afterwards he apologised and told me he was sorry. That I was better than her, and he loved me."

"Did this happen more than once?"

"No, just that one time. But he seemed to want me to wear her clothes. During the two weeks I stayed at the house he seemed to want me to wear her clothes all the time."

*

Barbara walked out of the Police Station into the cold crisp daylight. Giving her statement had taken most of the day, and sitting in the little room, telling the policeman all she remembered had made her annoyed with herself for listening to her husband and not taking action before.

Listening to herself list all the times she had heard the poor woman being screamed at, all the begging she had heard for him to stop hitting her, the bruising she had witnessed, she wished she could turn back the clock and offer the young woman support, and a lifeline. But now it was too late, but she would help to get the bugger of a husband by telling all she had heard, and help to build a case against him.

It might be too late to save the young woman, but she was determined to make up for her keeping quiet and get revenge on the husband.

*

Down the pub that night Martin `sipped at the warm beer, leaving a frothy ring across his top lip. Wiping it with the back of his hand, he looked across at Eric and shook his head, "No body yet, I would have bet a month's wages it would have appeared by now."

"Too many places within driving distance to dump it, quarries, the river, fields and woods, could be anywhere. It'll turn up sometime soon, I don't think he planned it, just dumped it somewhere out of necessity."

"We've got a lot, but is it still enough without the body?"

"Well we'll soon find out once he goes to trial."

"Maybe the body will turn up before then."

"Maybe."

*

Christmas came and went, flurries of snow settled and then melted before it could take hold, whilst people celebrated the birth of the New Year and the exciting possibilities that another year ahead would bring, Chris stayed holed up in his flat mourning its passing along with all his hopes and dreams.

His sister tried to get him to spend the holidays with her family, but like a recluse he spent the time alone in his flat, pacing from room to room, unable to relax, unable to let go of the rage that was eating him from the inside out.

Robert had been charged and was now on remand, the legal justice system was moving slowly but inexorably towards the trial due to be held later in the year. Newspapers had got hold of the story and he had found himself painted in them as the biker boyfriend and the main cause for the tragedy. Reporters had door-stepped him as he left and came home from work, shouting personal questions at him, intimating that there was more between Laura and himself than there was, trying to soil the beautiful memory of the woman that he loved.




Laura Ch. 07



The job had just weeks to go before it was complete, and stretching out in front of him was a chasm of loneliness and pain.

The police had informed him that he was a key witness and had to be there for the trial, but he knew he had to get away from everything, the pressure was building and he needed to run, to get on his bike and go where ever it led him. The police had his mobile number and they could contact him if they needed him, but the open road beckoned him to assuage all his pain, to escape and help him to relax.

As soon as the contract was finished he would go.



Laura Ch. 08



True love means wanting to give support to the person you love. Chris begins to help Laura find her way back.

*

The hot sun beat down upon his back as the bike swept down the country lane, brown and tanned his strong muscled arms guided the machine around the bends in the road, past fields of cows grazing in the summer heat, and overtaking cars full of holiday makers meandering down to the coast for their summer holidays.

Opening up the throttle he sped past the cars, taking the bends easily, pushing the bike faster and faster as he carried on his journey to the next destination, a dot on the map. Over the past six months he had moved around, not caring where he ended up, just finding somewhere to settle for a few weeks, doing the odd job and then moving on, nomadic, uncaring of the people around him, unconnected, he had roamed trying to escape his pain that still followed him like a shadow.

The smell of the sea air wafted on the light breeze, teasing his senses and drawing him closer to the small fishing village nestling in the crag of the cliffs that he had decided would be the next place to stay.

In a couple of months he was due to return to give evidence at the trial, and this small village, isolated amongst the rolling hills was the turning point before working his way back to the last place on earth he wanted to be.

His flat awaited him like the tomb it had become, suffocating him and making him feel like a condemned man. He had started to count down the days left before he had to face up to reliving in public the most private and treasured memories of his life.

He guided the bike to the harbour, parking it close to the small stone wall that edged the harbour entrance. He sat astride it, jean clad legs spread out each side of the bike as he removed the black helmet and watched as the boats gently jostled each other in the moorings, whilst gulls swooped down waiting for the odd morsel they could scavenge from the men as they unloaded their boats of their catches.

His hair curled, sweaty from the heat that the helmet had produced, and he scratched at the short beard now covering his features. Stomach starting to rumble he realised it was time to grab something to eat and he twisted around looking up at the sprawl of buildings as they crawled up the side of the cliff that protected the village from the outside world.

Noticing a small café he swung his leg over the bike, and grabbing the bag that was secured to the back containing his things he walked over to the old stone building, ignoring the small throng of families as they walked along the harbour area enjoying their day out in the quaint town quay, or queued waiting to board the boat for their trip around the coast.

Opening the chipped and battered green wooden door, he ducked as he entered, moving from bright sunlight to a shadowy area where a handful of customers sat at red gingham covered tables chatting as they ate.

A large middle aged lady with bleached blond hair stood behind the counter at the back of the room, an old fashioned wooden till sitting next to a vase with dried flowers that had seen better days.

Chris walked between the tables towards the counter, the woman eyeing him with interest, and putting down the bag on the floor next to him he smiled and looked at the menu written in chalk on the blackboard set up on the wall.

Looking over the counter at the man standing in front of her, Maidie felt a spark of interest as she appraised the strong masculine body hugged by the tight white vest and worn blue jeans, smooth skin covered his wide muscled shoulders.

Unconsciously straightening her back so her ample chest, covered in the low cut bright red top lifted up, she smiled as she looked the man in the eye and enquired flirtingly, "Hello luv, see anything you fancy?"

Chris smiled back, instantly liking this straight forward, if a little over the top woman.

"Depends what you've got." He replied grinning at her obvious delight at his answer as she threw back her head and laughed.

"Darling what ever you want."

"A fry up would fill the gap right now, and a large cup of very strong black coffee."

"Coming up, sit down and we'll bring it to you at your table." and shouting back through the door behind her to the kitchen, "Becca, full fry up, and mug of black coffee!"

Chris found a table in front of the counter and sitting with his back to the woman, settled down to watch the people walking past the bay window at the front of the café as he waited for his food. People watching helped to clear his mind of all thought, and not really noticing at first the waitress as she walked up to the family sitting at the table to the right of the window, he stared blankly ahead. 

Placing their drinks down in front of them, she bent slightly over, her small perky bottom encased in tight blue jeans pointing enticing towards him.

Slowly his eyes glanced over her rear, his eyes following the line down from her bottom to her long thighs and the stirrings of interest awoke in his groin. As she straightened up his glance swept up the length of her long slim back, and fascinated he watched as her shoulder blades, revealed by the shoestring straps of her clinging light blue camisole top, moved as she picked up some plates and placed them on the tray she held. A long black pony tail swung down her back, enticing as it pointed down in a dark thick column against her pale skin and the blue material of her top.

Feeling himself go harder, he shifted in his seat, and as she started to turn round he looked up at her face wondering if she would be as beautiful from the front as she was from behind. 

As she completed the turn, Chris looked at her face and felt himself freeze with shock as he saw the green almond shaped eyes, in the oval shaped face he had held in his heart and dreamt of each night for more than a year.

Totally unheeding of the man sitting stock still at the corner table, Becky walked back to the kitchen and placing the tray load of plates on the counter moved over to the cooker, and picking up a fork turned the sausages and bacon over then stirred the baked beans before moving over to the small table behind her to butter a couple of slices of bread.

Chris just sat there in shock, unsure of what he had seen. This woman was so like Laura it was uncanny, but there were subtle changes. 

This woman had jet black hair, with a fringe that hung down to her eyes, not the light brown silky hair that Laura wore framing her face. She had the same almond shaped green eyes that he saw in his dreams, but now they were enhanced by black eyeliner, and heavy make up defined her high cheeks and generous lips with blusher and lipstick. Large hoop earrings hung from her ears, brushing her shoulders and emphasising her long slim neck. Somehow it looked like Laura but it was if the picture was out of focus and not quite her.

Just then the woman behind the counter appeared at his side holding a knife and fork, and placing them next to him on the table asked. "On holiday luv?"

"Uh no, just passing through." 

Finding it difficult to pull his mind away from Laura's double, he looked at the woman next to him and frowned. "I'm working my way around the UK, and looking for temporary work and somewhere to crash. Do you know anywhere?"

"What type of work luv?" then with a suggestive wink, "Although with those muscles I should have thought anything physical would suit? I might have something if you're interested?"

Chris looked at her not sure if she was being suggestive or serious. His mind was still on the vision he had just seen and asked "What kind of thing?"

"A little touching up here and there, some lifting and moving, a lot of stripping and tender loving care." and she laughed at the look on his face as she stood hands on hips pleased with herself at her double entendres making the big man in front of her blush.

"Clear that dirty mind my love, I own this little gem of a business, and as you can see it is a bit run down round the edges. Place needs a bit of painting and decorating if that's your thing. I won't pay you cash but you can kip out the back in the spare room and have your food free as long as it takes you to get the place done."

"It's a deal, if you include the fry up as first payment." and putting out his hand they shook on the deal.

Just then Becky appeared plate in hand, about to place it on the table in front of Chris. Glancing up at the customer she was about to serve, shocked green eyes met cold ice blue ones, and with an involuntary gasp from her lips, the plate fell from her hands to the floor, food falling everywhere as the plate broke into pieces.

"Becky what have you done!" the owner of the café said, not noticing the two people staring at each other, her young waitress in shock and starting to take a step backwards as she shook her head in disbelief.

A strong hand shot out and grabbing her wrist, pulled her forward, and in a low gravely voice Chris said. "Well, well, well, the walking dead. Hello Laura. Long time no see."

Maidie looked up from where she was trying to gather up the bits of broken plate and looked from the man sitting there; hand around her waitress' wrist, eyes narrow, jaw clenched his mouth a narrow slit, to the young woman, a look of pure panic on her face.

"You OK Becca? Need any help? Listen mister I don't know what your problem is but we don't want any trouble here. I suggest you let go of her wrist and we'll just call it a day."

Without taking his eyes from Laura's he quietly instructed her "Tell her you're OK Laura, tell her you and I are old friends and need a little chat about old times."

"My name is Becky and I don't take shit from any man. Take your hand off my wrist or I'll make sure you never get a chance to get out of here in one piece," and with her other hand she picked up the glass ketchup bottle and held it up ready to hit him on the head.

Suddenly Chris burst out laughing at the incongruous threat, and letting go of her wrist, his foot shot out under the table kicking the chair opposite him back and nodding to it, "Sit down Laura, I think it's time for you to explain why you left me living in hell for the past eight months."

Reassuring Maidie she would be alright Becky slowly sat down opposite Chris as the worried older woman moved behind the counter keeping her eye on the two people sitting staring at each other.

After a long pause, each assessing the other, Chris drew a deep breath and leaning back with arms crossed asked "What did I do to you that made you leave me without even a word? I thought you were dead, we all did. Did you hate me that much that you couldn't say goodbye?"

"I don't owe you or anyone an explanation."

"Oh yes you do. The police will be very interested to know where you are."

"You're not going to tell them. You can't let Robert know where I am."

"Can't I?" and leaning forward hissed "He's in jail waiting trial for your murder, and I've been to hell and back because of you........ I loved you, I thought you were dead, I nearly went mad with grief, and you sit there calmly saying you don't owe me an explanation. Baby you owe me a lot more than an explanation."

"I owe you nothing. I never promised you a thing. All men think they own women, but no one owns me. No man will ever own me again."

Chris looked across the table at the defiant woman, her back ramrod straight, her eyes glinting daggers at him, and then turning round to the café owner who was trying hard to overhear the heated exchange between them said. "If your offer is still on, show me where I can dump my stuff and I'll get straight on with doing the repairs. Laura and I are going to reacquaint ourselves with each other, and it might take a little while for her to come up with a plausible story to spin me."

Getting up from the table, stepping over the food on the floor and grabbing his bag he followed Maidie out through the kitchen and the back door to a small stone storage room in the back yard.

"Listen here big man, I don't want any trouble. Becca is a good worker and it's the start of the season. Whatever is between the two of you behave yourself or you're out on your ear. I won't see her hurt. Do you understand?"

"Yeah I understand, and the name is Chris."

"Well Chris you can sleep on the cot in the store room, you'll find some tools in there, and I'll fix you a bacon sandwich and coffee. Start the repairs and leave your dealings with Becca until I close up. But remember one false move against her and you'll have me to deal with." 

Stepping into the small room, Chris looked around, tins and boxes of food was stored on shelves and piled up on a table in a corner. At the other end of the room was a fold up bed with a blanket on it and not much else except a couple of cardboard boxes full of odds and ends.

Dumping his bag on the bed next to where he sank down, he stared across the room not really sure of what had just happened. She was alive. He was so mixed up. She was alive and all he wanted to do right now was put his hands around her throat and kill her. No he didn't! He was so relieved she was alive; he wanted to scoop her up and hold her to him, and then kill her.

All the long months mourning her, blaming himself, dreaming about her, missing her, and here she was, holed up in this tiny little village in the middle of nowhere telling him she didn't owe him anything.

*

Maidie walked back up to where Becky was kneeling, clearing up the mess on the floor of the café, "Well my love who exactly is that and what was that little scene all about?"

Without looking up she answered "That is a whole lot of problems for me Maidie, but I'm not the person he once knew, and it's going to come as a shock to him if he thinks I am."

Maidie knelt down next to the young girl, "Is he the man that had hurt you so bad when you first arrived? Do you want me to tell him to go?"

"No. But all men are the same. Bastards."

"No sweetie they're not, but that's' something you're going to have to learn."

*

Becky watched out the window as Chris stripped down the old paint off the door as it lay balanced across the two chairs outside the front of the café, remembering the time she had watched him as he worked in Mrs Jackson's front garden. It seemed like a lifetime ago, and maybe it was. She was now a different person, no longer the victim, the sweet little obedient wife, the easily manipulated young woman, but a strong and bitter person who had vowed to never let any man touch and hurt her again.

Since that night back in that October a high wall had built around her heart, protecting her from any hurt or memories, and as her wounds had healed, the scars that were left had not only marred her skin but also her fragile psyche. 

Watching Chris as he worked under the hot sun a small soft tingle ran along the synapses in her brain, travelling down her spine to settle low down in her groin, but she tampered the feelings down, choosing to turn away back to the gloom of the café and ignore the rekindling of the sweet feelings that Chris seemed to light within her.

Maidie stood watching the young woman, worrying like a mother hen about her little chick. Back at the end of last year when she had been visiting her daughter in the main town she had found Becca sitting shivering, battered and bruised, in shock outside the railway station, and like the kind hearted woman she was, took her under her wing, fussing over her, watching as her body healed, and giving her a place to stay and work.

But Becca had never once explained her story, and she had filled in the pieces herself, guessing that there was a man involved. Was it this man? Although Becca seemed angry and shocked that he had found her, she didn't seem scared of him. In fact Maidie had sensed a hidden passion between them, something that at last she hoped would ignite in the young woman and bring her back fully to life, and bring her out of her protective cocoon she had placed around herself.

Chris worked on the door under the hot sun, removing the cracked green paint, and as he worked he thought of Laura, or Becky as she seemed to call herself now. How did she end up here after that night? Why did she run here instead of to him? All these months she had let him think she was dead, surely she had read the papers and could have got in touch with him to let him know she was alive? She knew that he loved her, would have protected her, why didn't she come to him? Had she just been using him that last month?

So many questions ran through his mind, questions that needed answering, and he intended to get them from this new version of Laura. 

And she was a new version of Laura, in the short amount of time they had sat and talked in the café he sensed she had changed. Just as her appearance had slightly altered, so had the Laura he knew seemed to have altered into a harder, colder version of the woman he loved. 

*

Later that night as Chris sat on the harbour wall staring up at the light in the window of the upper floor of the café, he tried to understand this new Laura as he turned over the conversation they had earlier after the café had closed down.

After replacing the half stripped down door, Maidie had invited him to join them for supper, and after washing up in the lean-to out the back he had come into the café and sat down at the table with the two women, unable to take his eyes from Laura opposite him.

She sat there head held high, shoulders back, an air of defiance in her demeanour as she looked across at him, eyes watching his every move.

Maidie sat there doing the talking for the three of them, asking him questions about himself that he answered politely, but never taking his eyes from Laura.

Eventually, putting down her cutlery, Maidie stood up, saying "I can take a hint when it's thrown at me." and she walked out of the room and up the stairs to the flat that she and Becky shared.

"OK Laura, want to fill me in on the past eight months? Want to tell me why you left me like you did?"

"My name is Becky."

"OK Becky," he sarcastically snapped, "Let's have it. Tell me why you didn't trust me enough to let me know you were alive."

"So typical of a man, it's all about YOU. Why didn't I let YOU know I was alive, why did I leave YOU, why didn't I trust YOU. You're so wrapped up in your own feelings and needs you have no idea of my feelings or what I wanted."

"I loved you."

"No you loved an image, not the real me. You didn't even know me, not really. You weren't much different from Robert, you made your plans in your head that involved me, but they were your plans not mine. I was just someone you wanted, and after a while you would have begun to hurt me. You men are all alike."

He felt like she had slapped him. "I loved you Laura, I would never have hurt you. I'm not like your husband, not all men hurt women and want to control them. You could have trusted me."

"I can't trust anyone. It's a lesson I learnt early on. I forgot it for a while, but I won't ever again."

"You've become bitter and hard, and that's not you."

Standing up preparing to leave she looked down at him "No Chris, this is me, the person you think I was did die that night, Laura died on that kitchen floor, and Becky was born. Go home and leave me alone."

He sat there in the small café alone with his thoughts. What ever she had been through had changed her, made her bitter, but what she said held a small ring of truth. He had fallen in love with her at first sight, not knowing her really, and as he had gotten to know her he had woven his dreams around her, making plans in his head, pushing for a relationship with her even though she never encouraged him.

Maybe now he would get to know the new Laura and understand her, for he realised that in his heart he still loved her, and wanted to help her to let go of all the bitterness and find herself once again.




Laura Ch. 08



*

Becky lay in bed, thinking about Chris and how he looked as they talked and how his eyes reflected his emotions as she told him that he had not really loved her, but the person he thought she was. Ever since that night, that terrible night, she had tried to wipe out his memory, at first to protect him, but after she had read that Robert had been charged with her murder, to protect herself.

He looked so much like she had remembered, thick black hair still a little too long, curling gently around his neck, locks of it falling over his forehead, the bottom half of his face now covered in the short beard, hiding the cute dimples that she loved to watch appear when he smiled. 

Remembering the feel and the warmth of his hard body as he had cradled her that time in Mrs Jackson's kitchen, and the soft gentle kiss that last afternoon on the top of the hill, she closed her eyes and felt the flutter start in her chest, a feeling she had long forgotten being reborn.

Laying there she realised that she was attracted to him, his innate sexuality had lit a small glow inside her, but it was clashing with her need to keep him at bay; to shield her feelings and to save herself from any future harm.

Turning on her side she reached across to turn off the light and settled down trying to sleep.

*

Chris sat there after the light in the window went out reflecting on his luck, smiling as he remembered the line from the film Casablanca, 'In all the Gin joints, in all the towns, she had to walk into mine.'

What twist of fate brought him to this café, in this little village more than 200 miles from their home town? 

Getting up from the small wall he turned towards the road as it followed the coast and started to walk, realising he would need to tire himself out if he wanted to get any sleep tonight. After twenty minutes he had left the small village behind him and was standing by a small cove, with a small sandy beach. Clambering down over large rocks he stood in the quiet dark, lit only by the moon and stars and after stripping off all his clothes, walked naked out into the glistening ocean until the silky water had reached his waist, leaning forward he launched himself out away from the beach, arms and feet propelling him forward.

When he had tired enough he floated on his back, looking up at the starlit sky, the gentle sound of the lapping waves as they hit the sand, the quiet of the night, and the smell of the salty water feeding all his senses, calming and relaxing him, and for the first time since that night back in October he felt he was back to normal. Positive, content and upbeat.

*

Robert sat in his cell after the visit from his solicitor. After each visit he would go through the same cycle of hope, then anger, and finally fear. What if he could not prove his innocence? What if they found him guilty? He knew from his experience over the last eight months that he would not survive a long stretch. He had learnt quickly that there is a pecking order in prison, and you have to keep on your toes continually, being alert and playing the game so that you were never really relaxed. And this was only remand. 

His cell mate Ray had taught him the ropes, but Robert could never quite adjust to the noise and the smell which was something no one could prepare you for.

Those first weeks he thought he would go mad, but once he settled down to the tediousness and the lack of privacy he made his place in the group of men, all who it seemed, if you believed them to a man, were totally innocent and had been set up.

*

Laura wandered down to the kitchen bleary eyed, only to find a very male voice singing along with the radio. Stopping hesitantly in the doorway she watched as Chris, standing with his back to her, beat eggs in a large glass bowl. Unsure whether to enter or not she stood until without turning round Chris said "Morning babe, hope you like scrambled egg for breakfast, take a seat and I'll bring it over," and carried on singing.

Moving into the café she sat down listening to him, the sound of his singing and pots and pans clattering. Suddenly he stopped and his head poked round the edge of the door as he enquired, "Forgot to ask, tea or coffee?"

"Tea, but you don't have to...."

"I know I don't have to, but seeing I'm already cooking for myself, I can rustle up a cup of tea and eggs for you." Then he disappeared, and the sound of him singing struck up again.

Becky sat there unsure what to do. She felt kind of antsy, waiting to be served, which she realised was a novel experience for her. In her past she had always been the one to do the cooking, the serving, the washing up - in the foster homes, with Robert and with her patients. They all expected her to do it and she had fallen in line, but here she was being cooked for by Chris, then suddenly she remembered that other time he made the tea, at Mrs Jackson's, and she felt her eyes water at the memory of the old woman.

She looked up as Chris entered through the kitchen door, two plates of scrambled eggs in his large hands, a tea towel incongruously tucked around his middle in the top of his jeans, he sauntered over to the table, and putting down the plates, bent over, and before she could move out of his way kissed the top of her head. "Scrambled eggs, tea coming up" and he casually walked back to the kitchen as if he did this every day.

When he had come back with two mugs and placed them down, he pulled out the chair opposite and sat down.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"You know, the kiss, just don't!"

Looking at her sitting there, a look of confusion and embarrassment on her face, but still trying to be tough, he smiled and just said simply. "Babe, just eat the eggs before they get cold."

Becky sat there looking at him as he picked up the fork and started eating, then slowly picked up hers and took a small mouthful. 

They ate in silence, Becky unsure what to say, aware of him as he sat and ate. Chris gave her the room to get used to him sitting and eating with her, letting her watch him, suspicion in her eyes, her body language guarded and closed.

"I like what you've done with your hair, it suits you."

Absently her hand started to rise to touch the long black pony tail hanging down behind her back.

"It brings out the green of your eyes. Very sexy."

"Will you stop it."

"Stop what."

"You know."

"No I don't know."

"You're flirting with me."

"No babe, when I flirt with you you'll know it; right now I'm making an observation. Last time I saw you your hair was light brown and you wore it loose hiding your face, now it's black and pulled back, and I think it suits you. Just giving you a compliment." then picking up the cup of coffee sat back in the chair and asked, "How long have you been here at the café?"

"It's none of your business, and stop calling me babe."

"Look, I still think of you as Laura, and I know you want me to call you Becky, but I'm having to make a big adjustment in my mind, so for now I'm going to call you babe. That way I won't make a mistake and get the wrong name. But if you want to make it real simple you can call me babe too." and he smiled, eyes twinkling at the set of stubbornness in her face "or just call me Chris, I've answered to that for the last 31 years."

She sat there staring at him, aware that he was teasing her, and angry that she was beginning to enjoy it. To change the subject she blurted out. "Why did you grow that beard?"

"Don't you like it?" he said running his hand over it. "I just can't be bothered to shave when I'm on the road. If you don't like it I'll shave it off."

"You can do what ever you like, I don't care."

"Baby, I care," he whispered "Don't you like it, do you want me to shave it off?" and leaning forward he looked straight into her eyes, "Your wish is my command. Tell me whether to keep it or lose it, the choice is yours." 

Sitting there waiting calmly for her to speak, Chris inwardly smiled. He was giving her control, it was only a small thing, but he wanted to show her that she was the one in control between them.

In a flurry of movement she got up from the table and picking up the plates said gruffly. "Shave the damn thing off for all I care." Then walked out to the kitchen.

That was when a big grin broke out on Chris' face and then Maidie appeared at the bottom of the stairs.



Laura Ch. 09



Chris and Laura consummate their love after Chris shows Laura how to trust again.

*

That first morning he had disappeared for a long time, and then sauntered back through the kitchen where Becky stood, completely clean shaven. She had then followed him out and watched as he removed the front door and carried it easily out to place it on the two chairs so he could work on it.

Slowly walking over to stand near him as he worked, she pointed out "I didn't tell you to shave it off."

"Yep you did."

"No I said shave it for all I care."

"I took that as a yes you wanted me to shave it. Don't you like it clean shaven, because I can grow it back again?"

"I told you I don't care."

"But I do, I care what you think."

She stared at him with arms crossed and then turned and walked back into the café, her back held ramrod straight and head held high, her pony tail swinging with every step.

Chris shook his head to himself and carried on working. 

*

Fascinated, she stood there watching him as he knelt on his hands and knees filling in some missing grout in the entrance tiles. The door was now stripped of the old green paint and sat waiting for him to complete preparing it ready for painting, and earlier he had asked her what colour she would like him to buy.

Tersely she had replied that it wasn't up to her, but to ask Maidie but he just shook his head and said, "Baby tell me what colour you like? I asked Maidie and she said to ask you."

"I don't care."

"Do you want to play this game again? What colour do you want me to paint it?"

"I don't care!"

"OK, I'll put it this way. Do you like the red of the gingham tablecloths? Would you like the outside to match the inside, or would you like it another colour."

"It makes no difference to me."

"Yes it does, it's your choice and I can't paint it until you tell me what you want." 

"I told you I don't care." as she stalked back to the kitchen, past the table with the two couples sitting eating the toasted cheese sandwiches she had just brought out.

Maidie stood beating the cake mix in the bowl and without looking up laughed and said, "For someone who isn't interested in him, you sure have spent most of the day watching him work."

"I have not."

"Oh yes you have my love. You gonna tell me about him and you?"

"No. Just that he was part of my old life. But that's in the past."

"Maybe not so much is the past as you think." and with a wink Maidie stopped beating the mix and poured it into the cake tin.

*

Chris sat on the harbour wall watching the people going about the quay; a young couple walked hand in hand pushing a child in a buggy. He watched as they disappeared up a side street out of sight.

Maidie stood watching him as he sat there, and then wandered over, sitting down next to him, a smile on her face. "You love her don't you?"

"Yeah, but she doesn't love me."

"She's not indifferent."

"She's changed; whatever happened to her has changed her, made her so she doesn't trust me. I need to make her feel safe, to realise I'm no threat to her."

"What did exactly happen to her Chris?"

*

Maidie and Chris had come to an understanding; they both wanted Becky to break free of the prison of her own making she had set for herself. The friendly woman had sat on the harbour wall and explained to Chris that since she had brought the scared and injured young woman here to her little café after finding her, she had hardly ventured out. Preferring to work all day and sit watching the television upstairs in the little sitting room that they shared at night.

Men from the village had tried to ask her out but she had given them the cold shoulder, and when Maidie had to go into the big town for supplies she refused to go with, preferring to stay around the café, rarely venturing very far.

Chris told Maidie about how he had fallen in love at first sight, how he had finally got the courage up to speak to her, only to lose her when she disappeared. Maidie sat and listened in horror as he explained what had happened, asking for help, so that he could build her confidence that had systematically been beaten out by her husband.

They decided to let the young woman make the decisions for the improvements to the little café "After all," as Maidie told him "Business could be better and some changes might increase the flow of customers. Lets give her back her dignity and confidence by letting her control her little world, and then maybe she'll realise she can venture out past it and no longer be afraid."

Leaning over he kissed Maidie's cheek and placed his arm around her giving her a hug, "Maidie you're a good woman, and a real friend. I promise to call our first born after you," and laughing out loud "even if it turns out to be a boy."

*

After supper that night Chris walked up to the little cove and stripped off. Earlier as they had sat at the table in the café for supper, he had told stories of his wandering over the last months, making Maidie laugh with his tales of how he had got stuck with the bike one night in a cow field, only to fall over on his face in some fresh cow pats, and about the time he slept in a farmer's barn, waking up to find that he had slept the night with a collection of curious cats curled up around him, and how he couldn't get rid of the smell for days.

Lying back in the water, he thought about how Laura had sat there at the table, watching him, a frown on her face, picking at her food. As the water lapped around his floating body, he relaxed, clearing his mind. He would wait and see what tomorrow would bring.

*

The next morning he had prepared the two women breakfast, serving it to them with a flourish. Maidie had told him he would have made someone a great wife, and he had laughed a big hearty laugh causing the laugh lines around his eyes and the deep dimples to appear, and Becky had sat staring, a little flutter running through her as she took in his face. 

As he got up from the table he looked at her and winking said "Shave or stubble babe."

"I told you I don't care."

"But I do, so I'll take that as a no, don't shave, shall I?"

"Do what you want."

"Maidie do you think that was a no, don't shave?" Laughing Maidie said "I think she likes you with a little growth love, very sexy."

Then with a final wink at the frowning face stubbornly staring at him, he walked to the door and started to remove it from the frame.

During the day he worked on the preparation of the door, aware of her watching him, trying to be as unthreatening as he could, smiling through the window at her when he caught her eyes on him. Customers came and went, and as she served them she would look out through the little bay window at him painting an undercoat on the door as it lay out on the quayside. She watched as passers-by would stop and talk with him, watched as he would straighten up and nod, the paintbrush in his hand, his other hand on his hip, the gentle breeze coming off the sea catching his hair.

He seemed so at ease with people, open and friendly, whilst she felt so clumsy and tongue tied. She remembered his gentleness towards her when Mrs Jackson was dying, and a little more of the wall she had built around herself started to crumble.

Maidie stood behind the counter buttering a sandwich for a customer, watching Becca as she gazed at the tall man through the window. She smiled to herself as she watched her unconsciously pull the pony tail up higher on her head, and pull down the black top she was wearing so her cleavage showed a little more before turning towards her and saying "I'll take him out a cold drink, it's hot out, and he must be thirsty."

"Yes love that's a good idea. Grab him a slice of that fruit cake as well."

*

Chris was kneeling down, the paint brush in his hand smoothly moving back and forth over the now sandpapered and prepared wood of the door. Aware of Laura standing close behind him by her unique scent, he quietly waited for her to speak.

"You must be thirsty; I've brought you a drink."

Placing the paintbrush across the tin of undercoat he stood up, turning towards her a smile on his face, "Thanks babe, it's hot out here," and placing the cold can against his forehead and bringing it down to his neck held it there before popping the tab and taking a long drink.

Laura stood holding the plate with the cake, watching fascinated as he drank from the can. At the base of his neck there was a small dip and beads of sweat had gathered there before they ran down his chest to disappear into the neck of the white tee shirt he was wearing.

Chris noticed her watching him, pleased that she was showing some interest in him as a man and raising his left eyebrow, smiled as he bent down to put the can on the floor by the paint tin, and as he straightened he enquired "Is that for me?"

Embarrassed at being caught staring at him, she held out the plate for him and started to turn away, but Chris reached out and gently took her arm in his hand and softly asked "Stay a while please; keep me company while I eat."

"OK." and shuffling she looked down at her feet unsure what to say.

Chris looked at her standing there, then pointing towards the harbour wall suggested, "Lets go over there and sit down, I can eat my cake in comfort, and we can just chill out for a while."

They walked over and sat down, he eating the cake and she sitting in silence next to him. 

"You still haven't told me what colour to paint the door. Got any suggestions?"

"Not really."

"Look at the front of the café babe, what do you see."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at it as if you were a possible customer, tell me what you see."

"I see a stone cottage with a green window,"

"Hmmmm, now tell me what would pull you in to eat there, as opposed to going over there to the pub on the corner for food?" nodding his head towards the quaint rustic pub on the corner, people entering it through the shiny black doors surrounded by hanging baskets of flowers.

"I don't know."

"If I was a customer I would want to see bright fresh paint, a colour that attracts me, tells me the café is bright and cheerful and the food great. What colour do you think we should paint the outside babe?"

Becky looked more closely at the little café, and noticed for the first time it looked sad and neglected.

Looking down at her sitting there staring across at the building he quietly whispered "What colour would you like, what do you think we could do to make the business better for Maidie?"

Shyly she looked up and in a questioning voice "Red maybe, a nice bright red to match the table cloths?"

"OK babe red it is." He whispered and he leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. 

Blushing she grabbed the plate out of his hands and getting up from the wall said "Red door but white door frame and windows, and don't drip paint on the quay side."

"Yes ma'am." 

* Becky watched as Chris went out after supper, just like he had the last couple of days. She wondered where he went each night, as she sat in the tiny sitting room with Maidie watching the old portable television perched on the old coffee table pushed up against the wall.

Maidie loved to watch the soaps, getting into the machinations of the characters, as she muttered to the screen as if the actors could hear her, "Don't listen to him love, he's seeing someone else," or "dump her, she's bad news."

But she didn't care what was happening on screen, especially tonight. Tonight her thoughts were elsewhere, picturing him as she had seen him today, stretching up as he lifted the door into place, his muscles moving under the smooth skin on his arms and shoulders, his legs planted apart for balance, looking so masculine and strong. Becky realised she didn't feel scared of his strength, didn't feel threatened by him at all, unlike with Robert. Somehow she felt safe, able to be around him and not feel he would turn on her at any moment.

With a shock she realised that she was becoming more and more attracted to him, sexually, and with a sudden movement got to her feet and announced she was going to take a bath and go to bed.

Without taking her eyes off the small screen, Maidie just nodded and said goodnight.

*

Days passed by, every morning Chris would cook and serve the two woman breakfast, and each morning he would ask her "Babe, shave or stubble?" to which she would reply "I don't care." His answer always the same, "But I do, I care what you want. Shave or stubble?"

She then would say in a grumpy tone either "Shave it off or leave the stubble." and he would comply with her wishes. Secretly she loved the little game, and started looking forward to it each morning, just as she loved it when he called her babe. When Robert had used the endearment she had felt he wanted something from her, but when Chris called her babe she felt cherished.

The little café was slowly being transformed, each night after it closed, Chris would work on painting the inside, white with red trim to match the front and table clothes. as suggested by Becky when cajoled by Chris. During the day he built a wooden sign the shape of a pot of tea, to stand outside so that Maidie could write the day's specials on for customers to read.

Becky stood leaning in the door way watching him work, she had been annoyed at first that he had penetrated her safe little world, away from all the bad memories, which she had tried to put to the back of her mind. Her past life which he was part of was something she didn't want to remember, the pain, the hurt, the fear. But as the time moved on she had started to remember the sweet times she and Chris had spent together, innocently talking as he sat on the wall, laughing in Mrs Jackson's sitting room, the kiss on the top of the hill that last day. 

He could see she was starting to relax more and more with him; she was no longer acting quite so cagily around him, and giving suggestions as to how she wanted the renovations to go. Her confidence was growing, now secure that anything she asked, Chris would do without mocking her, or telling her that she was stupid. 

*

One night into the second week Becky followed him keeping her distance as he left the café walking along the road out of the village. She had wondered where he went each night, leaving her and Maidie alone, and slowly the thought that he might have found some local girl down the pub started to worry her, so quietly she followed until she saw him climb down to the little cove. Fascinated, she watched as he stripped off his clothes and walked naked up to the shore line, his body lit by moonlight as he slowly waded in to swim.

Finding a large flat rock at the back of the cove, heart beating fast, she sat down, straining to see his head and arms as they moved through the water, until he finally moved towards the shore and standing up walked out of the water, the sight of his glistening naked body caused a flutter of longing to start deep in her soul.

Chris had noticed her as he started to wade out of the sea and walked unhurriedly up to her, his body wet and shining. Just seeing her sitting there waiting for him caused the warmth to start in his groin, making him harden, that pleasurable familiar feeling causing his breath to quicken. Standing unashamedly in front of her he silently looked down into her eyes, judging her mood, seeing in her eyes the longing and need but also the uncertainty. Slowly, so as not to scare her, he moved behind her, climbing up on the rock and settling down behind her, his legs each side of hers, and his arms slipping around her belly pulling her gently back towards him.

Bending his head towards her neck, he planted a line of little kisses up to behind her ear where he whispered, "I've wanted you for so long, to be able to hold you, to kiss you, to be inside you. I dream about you each night, how it will feel to move deep inside you. To have your body rubbing up against mine. Baby it's up to you. Say yes and I promise to make you feel good, say no and I'll leave you alone." He continued to nibble on her neck as she arched backwards allowing him access to more skin.

Lifting one hand up to her face he gently turned it towards him and as she twisted her body slightly he kissed her mouth, a slow wet open mouthed kiss, the taste of salt on his lips. Slowly his hand moved down from her face, sweeping down her neck to cup her left breast, gently squeezing it, before rubbing his thumb back and forth across the nipple that had started to harden.

Tongues met as the kiss deepened. Becky felt cocooned by his hard wet body behind her, his arm still holding her firmly against him so that she could feel his hard manhood pushing up against the base of her spine, her breast and sensitive nipple tingling under the cotton material of her sleeveless clinging vest as he teased it with his fingers and thumb. Slowly Chris pulled his lips from hers, and kissing the tip of her nose whispered "Say yes."

Becky looked up into his eyes, realising he would go no further without her permission.

"I'm so scared", she admitted in a trembling voice.

"I promise I won't hurt you, I would never hurt you. Say yes, take the risk, let me give you the pleasure you deserve."

"I'm not very good at this."

"Baby you could never disappoint me." He softly kissed her lips and then his hands moved to the bottom of her cotton top, lifting it up, and as it reached her arm pits, she lifted her arms up over her head and backwards behind his, exposing her small perfect breasts, tipped with dark hard nipples. 

Pulling the top completely off her and throwing it to the ground, Chris looked down at her beautiful body arched backwards and exposed, and using both hands gently skimmed over the tight little buds, making her arch even stronger, a deep sigh escaping her throat.

"Say yes." He breathed into her ear.

"Yes, oh yes." Body arching up trying to get him to rub her nipples harder, but instead his hands swept down across her belly down to the fastening of her jeans and undoing the zip, slipped one hand in to her pants and down until his finger felt her hard nub, gently rubbing it back and forth before moving it further finding her entrance to her body, and slowly, gently dipping it in as she shifted her hips allowing him more access.

"That's it Baby, you're in control," he crooned, moving deeper into her tight entrance, and nibbling on the side of her neck he continued moving his finger inside her, whilst a finger on his other hand went down to the hard nub rubbing it at the same time.

Becky felt herself drowning in sensation, unable to keep still, her legs spread wider, offering him more access, and her hips lifted, as she held on to the back of his head, her back arching up, her breasts straining, small panting breaths coming from her slightly parted lips as she moved higher and higher towards release.

An explosion of pleasure radiated out from between her legs and up through her belly, as she cried out, and then slowly drifted down into awareness. Chris was holding her slumped body against his, kissing the back of her neck, then trailing his tongue down the indent of her spine between her shoulder blades, warm and wet.

Getting up from behind her, Chris climbed down from the rock and faced her, fully erect, and holding out his hand, without a word invited her to climb down from the rock and stand in front of him.

Becky stood there as Chris knelt down in front of her removing her jeans, panties and shoes, then leaning forward kissed her navel, using his tongue to caress and swirl around the small indent, before kissing a line down to between her legs where he kissed her most intimate place. Becky gasped and her hands burrowed in his thick hair as she stood there, this large but gentle man kneeling before her, putting her pleasure before his.




Laura Ch. 09



As her knees started to buckle, he sat back and guided her to the sand, laying her down and settling his body over her, his legs between hers, resting on his arms, hands framing her face, he kissed her deep and hard.

Slowly one hand left the side of her face and swept down her body, and his mouth followed kissing and licking a trail to her breasts where he suckled, and nipped. Becky's mind was now focusing on the delicious feelings radiating out from her chest, her legs raising up, unconsciously inviting him to enter her. On and on his hands swept down her body, sweeping along the length of her torso, across her hip, round to her buttocks, and up the length of her thigh to the back of her knee where he pulled it up slightly higher as he positioned his hips, and raising his head to look her straight in her eyes, he slowly and firmly entered her making her gasp at the hard strong movement.

Withdrawing almost out, he slowly entered her again, repeating the motion. Becky clamped her legs around his hips, and her hands gripped at his back as her body started to pulse as he moved his hips faster and faster, deeper and deeper in a dance as old as time, each movement almost withdrawing before pushing forward in delicious long sweeps.

With the feel of the cold sand below her and his hot body above, she lost all sense of time or reason, as her body tightened. Lifting up her head she bit down on the sensitive point where his neck met his shoulder as she climaxed.

Chris threw back his head and grunted as he felt her tighten around him, the small pain in his shoulder as she bit pushed him over the edge, and he collapsed on her small body, spent and exhausted, unable to move.

Heart beat against heart beat, as the two figures in the sand lay joined together, replete and content. 

Tentatively Becky raised an arm and with her fingers gently stroked his back, turning her head to the side to look at him she whispered, "Thank you."

"I love you Laura. I always have."

"Please Chris......... I can't......"

"Shush, let's just enjoy each other and live in the moment." And raising himself up on his arms over her, he smiled down at her "I promise I won't say it again until you're ready to hear it." He lowered his head and kissed her gently "Whenever and whatever you want I will always give you. Just learn to trust me." Rising to his knees he withdrew from her and then holding her hands in his as he stood up, he pulled her up with him.

"Come on we both need to rinse off the sand, lets go for a swim."

"I can't swim." 

"Then I'll swim for both of us." 

They walked hand in hand down to the water, moving up into the dark surf until it was up to her chest. Chris took her arms and placed them around his neck, kicked himself backwards taking them both off the ocean floor, floating in the cool water, the sound of it lapping around them, calming and sensual.

Becky held on around Chris' neck as he floated under her, feeling supported and safe. His arms moved slowly at his sides, his eyes watching her as she experienced the freedom of giving herself over to him for safe keeping. He knew he had made great strides tonight with healing her damaged soul and learning to trust him. Letting her feel safe and always giving her the ability to choose was just the start. He wanted to give her back her life, her confidence in herself, her ability to enjoy and live life to the full. Not hiding out here closed off from everything, putting a barrier up between her and the world.

*

Maidie padded down the stairs the next morning expecting to see Chris as usual in the kitchen rustling up breakfast. She had grown fond of him over the past weeks, and very pleased with the work he was doing on the little café, making it fresher and more inviting for customers each day. All her life she had a penchant for taking in waifs and strays, gambling on intuition, letting them have a place to stay as long as they needed it.

She was pleased she had gambled on the tall man as she had watched him after that first day handle Becky as gently and respectfully as he could. She had watched his face as he watched the young waitress, seeing the love and the longing in his eyes, and the underlying worry that she sometimes caught reflecting out. 

She knew the history they had together before she had found Becky sitting on the bench in the freezing cold that night back in October. Bruised and battered, the young girl had sat there hunched up in an old fashioned lady's coat, shivering and seemingly lost and alone. Before she could protest Maidie had gathered her up and placing her in the passenger seat of her battered old van, brought her home to the café, where she had fed and nursed her back to health. But in all that time Becky had never explained how she got in the state she was in, or where she was from.

She realised it must have been at the hands of a man, for over time men from the village had tried to ask her out or flirt with her, only to be rebuffed time and again until word got around that the beautiful waitress was as cold as she was attractive.

Turning to the stove she started to prepare the breakfast, and setting up the little café for the stream of tourists that would come to eat there during the day.

*

Chris buried his nose into her hair taking a deep breath, as he pulled the warm body in his arms closer towards him. Laying there in the narrow bed spoon fashion they had slept a deep sleep, his arm as her pillow, his legs entwined with hers. "Mmmnnn, I should bottle up your scent and sell it." he murmured in a sleep roughened voice, "I would be a millionaire."

Smiling to herself Becky looked at the small clock on the bedside table. "It's late I need to get up."

Biting her neck gently he tightened his arms and whispered "Just a little longer babe, long enough for a little morning loving."

"Chris, Maidie will start knocking if I don't go down soon."

Lifting up on his arm over her, he bent down and kissing her deeply lifted one leg between hers letting her feel him hard against her hip, as he slipped his other arm under her back arching her up ready for his mouth.

"Oh yes" she breathily sighed as his mouth closed over her breast, and forgot the time altogether.

*

Watching the two latecomers walk down the stairs and into the café Maidie smiled before saying in a mock stern voice, "I'd dock your pay Chris if I was paying you anything. Better grab a coffee and get to work, I'll bring you out a bacon sandwich in a minute." Then turning to Becky who stood there blushing, "Well get on with it, we've got customers expecting us to open in five minutes and nothing is ready."

Chris lent down kissing the back of her neck and murmured in her ear, "Shave or stubble babe."

Turning around she laughed up at his face, and said "Stubble today." and walked over to the kitchen as if she was walking on air.

*

Robert looked at the huge man standing intimidatingly in front of him, tattoos adorning his neck and arms, his shaved head a large bulbous shape above a muscled body.

"You'll do as I say mate, or I'll tear off your arm and feed you the soggy end."

Robert stood shaking, not wanting to carry the drugs for this thug across to the exercise area, but the thought of the alternative was terrifying.

"Hand the packet over to that little squirt and bring me back the payment when you get back. I don't want to see you get caught, cos if they get you, when they bring you back here I'll take payment out of your hide."

He handed the small plastic packet to Robert, his eyes dead of emotion and as black as coal. As Robert lifted his hand to take it, the thug grabbed it and squeezed hard. "Remember to bring back the money, and keep your fucking mouth shut if you're caught. 

Shaking his throbbing hand Robert scuttled past the man, slipping the packet into his pocket. His life had become a living hell since this big bully had arrived a few weeks ago. The big thug had honed in on him, recognising that he would be easy to terrorise into doing his dirty work, and in the short time since his arrival he had set Robert up to do his delivery's and collecting of payments for the drugs he had arranged to be supplied into the prison.

* Chris stood outside painting a couple of the chairs white, every so often sneaking a shared look through the glass with Becky as she served the people who sat in the café. The two smiled at each other, a shared smile making them glow. With each smile from him, Becky felt herself preen, remembering how he made her feel, how he had worshipped her body, and his gentleness with her. So unlike Robert who would use her as if her own pleasure was of no interest to him, using her like he would a prostitute.

For years she had forgotten how wonderfully life confirming making love could be, and last night and this morning Chris had given her back her femininity and belief in her sexuality. 

Looking across at him through the window as he stood up from bending over and stretched his arms up above his head to ease the pull in his muscles, she leaned on the counter wiggling her bottom and dreaming of tonight when she could cuddle up close to what she now knew was the warm fuzzy fur on his chest and stomach.

"I can almost feel the heat from here love." Laughing happily Becky stood up and turning to Maidie smiled a 'cat that got the cream' smile before mincing back to the kitchen. "Your just jealous Maidie, maybe you should take Jim from the fishing boat up on his offer to take you out."

"He'd have to wash off that stink of fish first love."

*

Humming to himself as he painted the top edge of the chair, Chris thought about his next step. He knew he was going to try to get her to leave the confines of this little village where Maidie had told him she hadn't left since she bought her here all those long months ago. But what was the best way to approach it without her being afraid, and make her think it was her idea?

Chris worried how was he going to resolve the problem of the trial. Within weeks he was due back to for a meeting with the Prosecution Barrister, and he was in a real dilemma. On the one hand he knew Laura was alive, and Robert hadn't killed her, on the other he couldn't betray Laura.

Being an honest man, he was troubled about what he would have to say on the stand, and how he could protect her from any future come back that would entail if she was discovered alive after Robert was found Guilty.

Having found her again, he never wanted to lose her, wanting to be with her for the rest of their lives, but could they live always looking over their shoulder waiting to be discovered.

*

Martin Dowler sat with the Prosecution Barrister reviewing the evidence to be used at trial. Still no body had been found, even though a large search had been made. The waste ground where the bloodstained clothes had been dug up, and known places that Robert Hamilton was familiar with had been checked out.

Witnesses had been lined up for interviews with Ms McGregor, the Barrister in front of him, prior to trial, and all had been contacted except the boyfriend.

"So Martin you say that Christopher Rubin is somewhere in the UK, only contactable by Mobile Phone?"

"Yes, but he has assured me he will be down for the interview with you on the 16th, I'll give him a ring to remind him. Being the last one to see her alive and wearing those bloodstained clothes should substantiate in the jurors' minds that Laura Hamilton is dead, even without the body."

"I need more than that, I need to establish a strong motive and this boyfriend is the strongest motive we have. Establishing that she was going to leave her husband for him will provide that. How much proof can he supply showing this?"

"Just verbal. Plus of course the Hospice Manager's testimony that the last day she had asked for him to come and collect her when the old lady died, and not her husband."

"Just make sure he is down here on the 16th, and that he is primed and ready."

"No sweat, he wants the bastard to go down as much as we do. After all he was in love with her."

*

Lying back on the grass of the cliff, his head cradled in her lap, Chris felt relaxed and content. The last three days the two lovers had lived wrapped up in a private world of intimacy. Whispered conversations, finding out their likes and dislikes, Chris telling her about himself, his family, his friends back home. But always careful to not ask too much of her, letting her tell him what she felt comfortable talking about in her life.

He listened to her as she told him of her love of old movies, teasing her when she admitted she had watched The Wizard of Oz over twenty times, and threatening to call her Dorothy and buy her a pair of red sparkling shoes.

But never once did she refer to that last night and what had happened to her, or how she left, and he didn't push for answers. He just let her open up on the things she wanted to talk about. Making her feel at ease as she shared herself and her interests with him.

Each night they had walked to the cove hand in hand and gone for a swim, Chris supporting her in the water, her arms around his neck as they floated in the quiet peacefulness surrounding them, and each time he felt her trust in him blossoming, growing stronger, giving her more confidence.

Whilst each morning he would teasingly ask "Shave or stubble?" and she would tell him whether to shave or not. It was their little ritual, and he saw that she loved it, that she could decide how he looked and what he should do. That she had control.

And at night they made love, sweetly passionate love. Allowing her to take the lead, Chris lay looking up at her beautiful body above him as she rocked her hips, his body bucking below her, taking the pace from her, feeding the growing bliss that their bodies craved.

On that Sunday evening they lay quietly on the cliffside, the remains of the picnic tumbled next to them, he looked up from her lap to her face and casually said, "I need to buy some more clothes, my jeans and tee shirts are all getting paint spattered and torn. Know anywhere I can get some decent things?"

"There are a couple of places here in the village, one back in the small lane behind the pub I believe, and the other over by the post office in Argyll Street."

"Yeah looked in them, but they cater for mainly tourists. I need somewhere that can come up with my size. If you haven't noticed I'm not exactly average height, nor shoulder width."

"Are you bragging, or fishing for compliments."

"Would you give me a compliment?"

"No you're already too big-headed as it is."

"Thanks, I think. Anyway I guess I'll have to go into the main town. I hate shopping for clothes, which is why I always wear just jeans and the same old tee shirts. Maybe I should change my look. Buy a couple of shirts, or even a suit."

"Where would you wear a suit around here?"

"To take you out for dinner. I noticed that Italian restaurant in the lane. Do you like Italian? We could go there tomorrow night if you like. Or do you prefer fish? There's a couple of fish restaurants on the quay."

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"I guess I am. Where do you want to go, Italian or fish?"

"Italian." 

"Italian it is then. I'll go into town and buy a suit, and you can dress yourself up real sexy, and we'll look like we're real grown ups, no jeans, no tee shirts, very La-de-da."

She sat there quietly for a moment, and then shaking her head, "I don't have anything like that to wear."

"No problem, I'll wear a suit and you come along as you want. I want to dress up for you. Try to impress you. Show you how good I look once I clean up a bit. I might even have my hair cut for you. How would that be?"

Sitting up, he placed his hands each side of her face and kissed her lips, "I want you to see me at my best. Call it male vanity but I need for you to see me as more than a bit of rough."

"I don't see you as a bit of rough Chris."

"Humour me; let me try to impress you. Although knowing my taste in clothes I may come back from town with the worst suit they can off load on me, and my hair completely shaved off."

"Don't let them shave it off! I like running my hands through it."

"OK I won't let them shave it off, but I'm crap at explaining how they should do it. I really need you to write down your instructions so I can read them out to the hairdresser."

"Don't be silly."

"I'm not being silly. I wish you could tell them what you want for me, both hair and suit."

Picking a blade of grass and shredding nervously she looked down at her lap, "Do you really want me to tell you what you should buy?"

"Yes, I really want you to tell me what to buy, and how to have my hair cut. After all it's you I'm trying to impress."

"I could come to town with you tomorrow. I could help you buy your suit, and then come with to tell the hairdresser what to do with your hair."

"That would be great. We can make a whole day of it."

"I could also buy an outfit myself I guess, maybe something to wear to the restaurant instead of the jeans."

"Baby you have just made me the happiest man alive." and he kissed her again.

"Don't be soppy." But inside she was smiling.



Laura Ch. 10



Chris and Laura have re found each other, whilst Robert sits in a cell awaiting trial for her murder.

Should she go back and stop the trial?

Or should she and Chris just let him rot?

*

Parking the battered old van he borrowed from Maidie to drive into the town, he smiled across at Becky sitting next to him. She looked nervous, her face looking down, her hands twisting the strap of her bag in her lap.

"Are you OK babe? I can turn the van around and go back if you want? We don't have to do this if you don't want."

"No it's OK. It's just that I haven't been out of the village for so long, and I guess I'm a little nervous. I feel safe back there, and it's the unknown I'm scared about. It's being lost by myself."

"Baby you don't have to be scared, I'm with you. I'll be right next to you all the time. If you want to leave just tell me and we're outta here and back to the village. I promise to look after you. OK?"

"OK."

Getting out he walked around the van and opened her door, offering his hand to help her out.

"What do you want to do first? Choose the suit, get my hair cut or buy your stuff?"

"Lets get your hair cut first." and off they went in search of a barber, hand in hand.

*

The sales girl stood back looking at the woman as she looked at herself in the long mirror in the changing room. 

"That dress really suits you, simple but classy."

Becky turned sideways to the mirror, checking out the back of the black dress where it scooped down low on her back. "You don't think it's too low in the back?"

"No you have a lovely long back and it emphasises it and your lovely shape. Your husband is going to find it very sexy."

Becky looked up sharply at her, "My husband?"

"Yes, why don't you go out and show him, He's been very patient sitting out there waiting for you. Most men don't even go shopping with their wives."

Looking back in the mirror, she remembered the times she had been shopping with Robert and he had told her what to buy. Shopping with him had been an ordeal, but today with Chris she had been having fun. He had let her choose his new suit, asking her which tie and shirt he should get to go with it, and she had loved it, fussing over him as he stood in front of her in the shop, patiently trying on different ones until she was happy with her choice.

For the first time in her life she realised that someone really cared what she thought, and her eyes started to tear up.

"Are you going to show him then?"

"No, I think I'll surprise him."

*

Chris stood in the café, finger pulling at the collar of his shirt trying to ease it away from his neck. Cleanly shaven and suited and booted he felt as nervous as if he was a teenager on his first date. In his other hand he held the single red rose.

Waiting for her to come down from getting ready he stood with Maidie giving him the once over. "Not bad, you clean up OK. Who would have guessed that under all that long shaggy hair and scruff there was hiding a sophisticated man about town."

"Yeah well my mum always told me I should clean up a bit more, but I never bothered to pay much attention to her. Maybe I should have."

The sound of footsteps on the stairs made them both turn towards the sound, and then Becky appeared, a vision before them. Hair swept up in a scoop exposing her long neck, her face devoid of all the make up she had been hiding behind for the last eight months, replaced with just lipstick and mascara, her delicate features enhanced by the black clinging dress hugging her body. A slit neck at the front swept down to the low back, exposing her long slim back, her spine a soft line disappearing under the material, inviting and sensual. 

Chris's breath stuck in his throat, unable to move, he took in the beauty before him. She stood there a slight blush across her cheeks, shy and unsure.

"Wow you look a million dollars Becca." Maidie exclaimed, "Doesn't she Chris?"

"Baby you've taken my breath away." he stood rooted to the spot as she moved towards him, looking up into his face.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so tongue tied." She laughed.

"Yes you have, but you never noticed me back then."

*

Robert sat at the long table, unable to eat the slop on the plastic plate in front of him. The red bruise on his face, was the result of an inmate accusing him of not moving fast enough when he was told to move out of the chair he was sitting in, whilst watching the communal television.

He had lost weight since he was arrested and charged with Laura's murder. He was unable to make anyone believe him that he was innocent, that he had beaten her up, but left her alive when he went to the bar, and found she was gone when he returned.

Looking back over the so called evidence the Police had accused him with, he realised it looked bad for him. He had done everything they said he had, except kill her. Yes he had hit her, broken her wrist that time, but that was an accident. He didn't mean to twist her arm so hard, the bitch had been annoying him, and that time he split her lip, it was when he had hit her and she had moved her head and he misjudged it. She had ruined his best shirt that time. 

But he missed the little cow. Missed watching her as she got undressed, shyly pulling those tight little black skirts he liked to see her wear down those long legs of hers. Missed feeling them hooked high over his shoulders as he plunged into her, watching her face as she tried so hard not to cry, unable to move or relieve the pressure as he took what he wanted from her.

Groaning he realised it had been months since he'd had sex, and sharing a cell with another man was inhibiting. He could kill that bitch of a wife of his for putting him in this situation.

Wherever she was.

*

They sat laughing at the little table, the candle burning between them sending shadows dancing across their faces.

Becky looked at Chris, his mouth still smiling at the silly joke she had told him, his dimples and laugh lines showing on the cleanly shaved cheeks, his hair now a styled and layered glossy black. Looking across at him her heart seemed to melt and she realised with a small shock she had fallen in love with him. He made her feel so safe, so cared for, so loved. For the first time in her life there was someone who was really interested in what she thought and wanted, who cared for her, who didn't judge her, who wanted to please her.

After a while he had loosened his new blue tie, and undone the top button of his crisp white shirt, apologising to her, but she loved seeing his neck and the small little dip at the base where she knew he was sensitive to her tongue as they made love. 

Smiling back at him as the glow in her heart grew she realised he had really wanted to impress her, had wanted to look his best for her, even though she loved him in his jeans and tee shirt, his hair thick and unruly, unshaved with the sexy stubble, he had wanted to show her he could be as smart and sophisticated as any man if needed. 

Sipping the glass of wine he sighed and leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his face resting on his fist as he looked at her.

"Baby I am going to have to leave to go back next week."

Suddenly she went cold. "Back? Why back? Are you fed up with me?" 

"Baby no." and he reached over and held her hand across the table. "Whilst I was getting ready I had a phone call from the Police. I have an interview booked with the Prosecution Barrister on the 16th. They want to go through my testimony with them."

"What are you going to say?"

"What ever you want me to say." Picking up her hand to his mouth he kissed the palm before placing it back down on the table covered by his. "But if I go on the stand and lie, and they find Robert guilty I will have to live with that for the rest of my life." lowering his voice he continued "Baby I love you, and I'll do what you want me to do, but it doesn't feel right to me to put a man away for murder when he didn't do it."

"He hurt me Chris, hurt me so bad."

"I know he did baby," then softly "Do you want to tell me about it? Maybe talking about it will ease the pain."

"No I don't want to talk about it, to remember. I want to enjoy tonight. I don't want to soil tonight with remembering Robert."

"If we don't talk about it sometime, it will always be there in the background, festering. Our relationship is worth more than that. Besides if I am going to lie on the stand, I need to have a reason to do so."

"You don't have to lie on the stand. Just don't tell them that I'm alive and that you know where I am."

"Sweetheart it's not that simple."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not. I love you, I want to marry you, I want children." Taking a deep breath he carried on. "Laura we can live here waiting to be discovered, always looking over our shoulder waiting for someone to recognise you. We can go on the run, maybe settle somewhere else, but it would be the same, never knowing if and when it will happen. Or we can stop this now, tell them you're alive, stop the trial and get on with our lives."

"Chris you don't understand, I committed fraud, I changed my name, opened a bank account using someone else's documents, obtained the lottery money under a name that is not my real one, let everyone think I was dead, long after I had read about Robert being arrested. They are going to put me in jail and throw away the key."

"What lottery money, what bank account?"

Becky sat looking sad and defeated. "Mrs Jackson won some money on the lottery; she gave me the ticket so I could escape Robert. I set up an account using her granddaughters birth certificate and papers, and claimed the money using her name Rebecca Jackson." picking up her napkin she twisted it around her fingers, "that last night, the night you dropped me back home in the taxi Robert beat me up so badly I thought he was going to kill me." A shudder ran though her as she remembered "I banged my head on the kitchen counter and passed out. When I came to I just ran, to the only place I felt safe, Mrs Jackson's." Looking up into Chris' concerned face she explained "I stayed there for five days, and on the fifth day the hospice solicitor turned up with an Estate Agent and I hid in a cupboard until they left." She paused as she struggled to get her story out without crying, biting her lip and frowning. "I changed the colour of my hair with some dye I had bought, and left in the middle of that night, walking across town to the railway station. I dumped my bloodied clothes in a skip on the way. I didn't want Robert to find me. I got on the first train out of town, changing trains twice to cover my tracks."

Chris sat there, so still while he listened to her story, whispering she continued. "People stared at me, I was covered in bruises on my face and one eye was black and blue. I ended up in a town and was mugged by some youths who took my bag with all my money, the bank details and papers. I was crying on the seat by the station when Maidie found me. I didn't know what to do next, I couldn't go to the bank to get at the money, I had nothing except a few clothes I had found at Mrs Jackson's, nowhere to live. I was so scared and alone." 

"Oh baby I'm so sorry." and getting up he knelt down next to her and putting his arms around her let her cry on his shoulder.

After a while she lifted her head looking around wiping her nose with her napkin, "People are watching. I'm sorry to make a scene." 

"I don't care if they watch, I love you and I wish I could take away your pain, I'm the one that is sorry baby. Sorry I didn't know and wasn't there to help you. I would have taken you in if you had asked me. I would have looked after you, protected you." 

"Robert said he would maim you. He said if I ever went to you he would run you over when you where on your bike, make sure you never walked again. I was scared and in pain, and then I lost your phone number and didn't know where you lived after Maidie found me. I was so mixed up and scared and now I can't stop the trial because if I do they will charge me instead." 

Scooping her to him, "Shhh baby, don't worry I'll sort it out for you. Let's pay the bill and go home."

*

Chris lay on his back, Becky sprawled asleep her head on his shoulder, an arm thrown across his chest. Unable to sleep his mind whirled trying to sort out the mess that they had found themselves in.

Once they had arrived back at the café, they had sat in her bedroom, Becky telling him the whole story. How she and Mrs Jackson had been planning for weeks for her to get away from Robert, about the abuse, how he had demanded she give up her job, realising he was isolating her even more so that she would eventually be so dependent on him she would never be free or safe. 

She had haltingly recalled everything that had happened that night back in October, how she had woken up and stumbled out into the night, staying at Mrs Jackson's, mourning her, getting her strength back until she had to leave before she was discovered. 

Explaining to Chris how she dyed her hair black, then changed her look and name so there wouldn't be a trail for Robert to follow, she told the story of her journey how she got on any train not caring where she ended up, how she planned to use the lottery win to set herself up and start again only to be mugged and no way of getting to the money and the account. 

The final despair of sitting in the cold, scared and alone, only to be found by Maidie, scooped up and brought to the village where her body recovered.

Sometime during the night it occurred to him, as he lay staring up at the ceiling, that the Police wouldn't necessarily know about the bank account or the lottery money. They had been looking for Laura Hamilton not Rebecca Jackson.

Unless they were told, there was a real possibility that she wouldn't be charged with fraud. However not coming forward before now to let them know she was alive could be a real problem, and he had become part of the charade as he had not informed them either for the last two weeks.

Chris ran through all the different scenarios he could think of and what the possible outcome would be, and by the time the light had started to creep through the tiny window he had decided a plan of action. The only problem was convincing the woman in his arms that this was the best way forward.

*

Robert stood in front of the prison officer, unsure what to do or say next. He knew that if he told him how he got the drugs that had been found on him he would be liable for the beating of his life. 

If he said nothing he alone would take the fall.

"Look Hamilton, I know you've not got the contacts or the balls to be able to bring in the drugs, so someone was putting you up to running them in here. Tell me who it is and we can transfer you. You have just over a month to your trial; you don't want to do it in punishment do you?"

He looked across the desk at the officer, eyes burning, and a hard ball of frustration in his stomach. How he hated this place where he had no control on what he ate, what he did, and now it looked as if he was going to face punishment for something he hadn't wanted to do in the first place, but had been forced into.

"OK Hamilton, I am moving you to punishment for three days, pending an enquiry, you will be charged with drug offences, and I am hoping that during your time in punishment you will think carefully about your situation and decide to tell me who the supplier is."

Robert spluttered out "But that's unfair, I was coerced into doing it, you can't charge me, I was forced to do it or get beaten up!"

"Then tell me who the supplier is."

"He'll kill me if I do."

"No he wont, he'll be arrested and moved."

"But the rest of them will know I've grassed. I've been here long enough to know what happens to the mouths in this place."

"We'll move you."

"Yeah, and you think that will protect me? Dream on, I would be a walking target in any prison you send me to, you know as well as I do the prison grapevine is more effective than any communication system you have."

"Then I have no choice but to formally charge you with drug offences under The Misuse of Drugs Act 1971, with the intent to supply Heroin which is a class A drug and punishable by up to life in prison. Do you have anything to say?"

Robert just stood there, the blood draining from his face, unable to believe what was happening to him. He felt the hands of the officer behind him take hold of his arm, as he was led away, his mind and body numb with shock.

*

Maidie nodded, her bleached blond hair sticking up where over the past half hour she had been running her hand through it as Chris explained his plan, then looked across at the young woman sitting tucked into his side, his arm holding her to him, looking scared and anxious.

"Becca, I know you are worried but this is the only way," she softly said, "It will cover you both,"

In a small quivering voice she replied, looking down at the red gingham cloth, "I'm so scared, I don't want to go. I feel so safe here."

Chris kissed the top of her head. "We'll come back. I'll sell my flat and we'll come back if you want. I can work anywhere but we have to go back and do this just as I've explained. It's the only way."

"Why is it? If we don't go they might not find me. We could live here and no one would know."

Putting his other arm around her and pulling her in close, her head buried in his chest, he looked across at Maidie, his eyes begging her for help.

"Becca listen to me, Chris found you. It would only take just one person to come here on holiday and recognise your face once your photo hits the papers during the trial and everything would be out of your control. This way you have control. Chris is right, it is the best way, and if we all stick to our story nothing should happen to you. Nothing at all and you can come back here. Settle down and live your lives free of fear, free of waiting to be discovered."

"Baby I'll be with you all the way, I'll never let anything hurt you, I promise. We have to take this risk, for both our sakes. I know you can do it, you're a strong person, you've survived so much so far, just this one more thing and then we can get on with the rest of our lives."

"But what if they don't believe us?"

"But why shouldn't they? It all fits in with the facts. If they check things out it will support our story, and Maidie here is the key. Why shouldn't they believe her?"

Looking up with a tear stained face into his blue eyes, her face no longer covered in the heavy make up, but clear and fresh, Laura Hamilton said "Tell me again what I have to say."

*

Chris swung his leg over the bike and looked across at Laura as she stood unsure, the borrowed helmet in her hands.

"All you have to do is swing your leg over and wrap your arms around my waist. I promise this first trip we won't go far, just up the road and back."

"Promise you won't go fast."

"Laura I promise I won't go fast, and if you get scared give me a squeeze and I'll stop. Remember you have the power over me, not the other way round. I wouldn't dare make you angry, I would end up paying for it later."

Smiling she hit him playfully on his shoulder, "You're so soppy you big idiot." then stepping up close to him whispered "I love you." before kissing his nose and stepping back to put on the helmet, pleased at the stunned expression on his face. 

*

He swung the bike round the bend, careful not to frighten Laura who was hard up against his back, her arms clutching him around his middle. He felt as if he was on an incredible high, she had said I love you. Just said it to him as if it was the most natural thing, before she had swung up on the bike behind him, leaving him sitting there, his helmet in his hand, stunned.

As he opened up the throttle, speeding up the bike a little, he felt her squeezing him and he slowed down until he felt her relax again. His aim today wasn't to scare her, but to get her used to travelling on the bike so he could take her home and present themselves to the Police. This morning they had gone through their story, working out every aspect they could think of between the three of them, and in the afternoon he had worked in the café, finishing off the walls, so that before he and Laura left to go home, the main part of the work would be finished. Each of them had rehearsed their part of the story they were going to tell the police, a story that was not too dissimilar from the truth, with slight changes here and there to explain why Laura had not come forward to let them know she was alive.




Laura Ch. 10



Yes that night she had been beaten up badly by her husband, she had been knocked over and hit her head on the counter, causing her to be unconscious. She didn't remember much after that, only that she was found by Maidie sitting at the railway station unsure how she got there. Maidie would confirm that she had found the young girl sitting there, shivering, bruised and battered, crying and alone, and when she asked her if she was alright and who she was, had said Rebecca Jackson.

Taking her in she had been living at the Café in the village with her, believing herself to be Rebecca Jackson, and it wasn't until Chris came to the village last week that everything had started to come back to her. That she was really Laura Hamilton, and that the last eight months she had not realised who she really was, would be the key to the whole thing, so with enough luck they would be able to convince the Police and any Doctors that the beating and the head injury had given her a temporary amnesia of sorts. 

Chris felt that he could explain to the Police that Laura had cared so much for the old lady that had been in her care, he believed she must have gone there first in her bloodstained clothes, only to throw them in the skip as she fled on the train, unaware what she was fleeing from or where to. Just running out of instinct and panic, self preservation kicking in.

They all would emphasis her fear, the pain and the terror, and all that was true as it fit in with the Police investigation, so it would be an easy step to plant the seed of belief that her mind had closed down that part of her life that was so terrifying, and coming up with the name Rebecca Jackson out of her subconscious, someone who she felt safe with.

Chris could prove that he had been travelling for the last six months around the country, with plenty of witnesses at places he had stayed and worked, and that he arrived at the village on his travels only a week ago, and had been trying to convince Laura to come forward, but until today she hadn't realised who she was, but that it had all come back to her and agreed.

There was no reason for the Police to check anything about any bank account or lottery ticket, nor was there any reason to disbelieve what they were being told as it all fit in with the facts. The only change was the loss of memory and why Maidie didn't get a doctor for the young woman, which was that she had no reason to believe that Laura wasn't Rebecca Jackson or that she was the person believed to have been murdered by her husband. As far as she was concerned the young woman she had found was just a homeless battered person who needed help and support to get back on her feet, and did not realise her real background until Chris had turned up.

*

Laura held on to Chris's back as he guided the powerful machine through the country road, at first she had felt terrified as she felt it vibrate between her legs and the noise rumbled through her body, but slowly she relaxed, her body protected by his against the wind.

Looking across to her left she could see the sea as the road swung closer to the edge of the cliff, a large sweep of dark bluey green expanse contrasting against the light blue of the sky and the bright green grass of the cliff.

Gradually the bike slowed to a stop, and leaning back she watched as he removed his helmet, and turned slightly towards her.

"You OK?"

"Yes." removing her helmet she shook out her hair, and smiled. "It's not as bad as I thought it would be."

Laughing he pulled his leg over the seat and held his hand out for her. "What do you mean not so bad? It's exhilarating, it's liberating, and it's the open road and freedom."

"No Chris, it's not so bad!"

"Heathen! Come on let's go and sit over there." Pointing to a grassy mound nearby he helped her off the bike and they walked over and sat down, staring out at the sea, watching the surf break against the rocks below, and the odd gull sweeping across the sky, on the look out for food.

"Laura did you mean it, what you said before."

"Yes Chris I meant it. I love you." she turned to him getting up on her knees and putting her arms around his neck, as he looked into her face. "I love your strength, your soppy sense of humour, the way you care about people, and the way you make me feel. I love that you aren't afraid to let me be the one to make decisions, even when you probably don't agree, but are confident enough to let me have my way. I love the feel of your body over mine, your arms around me, and your smile. I feel safe and protected, and most of all I love that you want me to be unafraid, not scared of life."

Placing both of his hands each side of her head he groaned "Oh baby I love you so much." and kissed her so sweetly it brought tears to her eyes. 

Gently pulling back she looked at him, her eyes taking in his strong features that she loved so much and asked, "Will you marry me, when all this is over, will you marry me and take me wherever you want to go?"

"Oh baby yes. I'll marry you. But whatever we do and wherever we go it will always be a joint decision. From now on we're a team, you and I. A team." and kissing they sealed the promise to each other.

*

Robert sat defeated, his solicitor looking through the file in front of him.

"It's not looking good Robert. We need to give them the information they want, to be able to negotiate a deal."

"What's the point? In a couple of months they're going to fit me up with a murder I didn't do. They'll put me away and I have to live with these bastards. You have no idea what can happen to you in this place. If they find out I have grassed I'm a dead man."

"We still have a good chance at the trial, there's no body, no real witnesses to any murder, and all the evidence can be explained by your version. Except of course the bloodstained clothes. All we need to do is ensure a reasonable doubt." Flipping the file closed and leaning forward he explained "Robert you have to be positive and think carefully. If you are found innocent of the murder charge they will hit you with possession with intent to supply, if you name the supplier and do a deal we can get the charge reduced and with time served on remand there is a possibility you could be out within a year or so."

"Not much of choice is it. I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't!"

"But the difference is a year or life; it's really a no brainer."

Rubbing his temple with his fingers he looked down at the grey Formica table and after a short pause resignedly said "See if you can negotiate segregation as part of the deal and I'll give them the whole chain."

*

Maidie stood on the quay, her arms around Laura giving her a big hug. "I expect to hear from you as soon as you can and let me know how you are, do you hear me."

"Yes I promise."

"Your not to worry understand," leaning back she smiled a reassuring smile.

"Yes Maidie."

"I'm going to miss you so much." and she pulled the slim woman into her ample breast for another hug. 

"We'll be back; I want you to be there to give me away." 

Laughing Maidie looked at the young woman, whose hair was now dyed back to its original light brown, "Look after him, you've found yourself a good man."

"I know."

Climbing on behind Chris she slid on the shiny new helmet and slipping her arms round his waist, he kicked the bike into life and with a wave towards Maidie steered the bike up the hill, out of the village, and the journey home.

*

It was the end of a long and difficult day at work, and Martin Dowler was walking down the steps of the Police Station as he chatted with Mick, when suddenly the officer next to him exclaimed "My God I don't believe it." and stopped in his tracks.

Looking across from Mick's frozen expression of astonishment to where his shocked eyes were staring, Martin felt the blood drain from his face as the two people walked up the steps towards them, the man's arm around the woman at his side, and heard him say the words he never thought he would hear.

"Detective Dowler, let me introduce you to Laura Hamilton, the woman you've been searching for these past nine months."

Clearing his throat, the Detective held out his hand and solemnly quipped, "Mrs Hamilton, for someone who has been dead for so long you're looking very well, you had better follow me and tell me all about how you discovered the magic of resurrection."

And as the station door closed behind the three people, Mick stood on the stairs shaking his head, wondering how they could have got it all so wrong.