3 comments/ 378621 views/ 47 favorites Trouble in Paradise By: GrantLee Jill was terrified. The young blonde knew that possession of drugs in a foreign country was a potentially dangerous act, but she and her new husband just didn't believe that small amounts of marihuana for personal use would be a big deal. But as she watched the local police leave the hotel room with her husband, Brad, in handcuffs, she knew better. The beautiful new wife tried to get control of her emotions long enough to figure out what to do. She sat on the hotel bed and began trying to telephone anyone who would be able to give her advice or help her out of this nightmare. After about an hour of useless attempts to call her parents and finding that she couldn't get through, she decided to go down to the police station to try and bond Brad out. She gathered up the little remaining cash that they had in the hotel and she hailed a cab to take her to the jail. All along the drive from the five-star beach front hotel through the narrow streets of the island city, Jill could only think of Brad's pleas to her to help him. As she arrived at the station, she wished that she had packed one modest outfit. The young bride wore a very short cotton skirt that wrapped her hips closely, but didn't cover much of her long, tanned legs. And the top that she wore was perfect for the beach, but too revealing in her estimation for the business she was on. Back in the States, she had worked out and tanned her body in preparation for their honeymoon. She wanted to be perfect for Brad on their honeymoon. Jill knew that she had the body that turned men's heads. Throughout her life, men noticed her beautiful face only after eyeing her long legs and big, firm breasts. But now, no matter how skimpily dressed she was, she had no choice about her clothing now. When she arrived at the police station, she quickly entered the dilapidated building and asked the first person where she could find her husband. The disinterested man told her that she wouldn't be able to post a bond on her husband for several days. Jill's heart sank. She simply couldn't give up that easily. After several other unfruitful inquiries, she asked to see the Chief of Police. The young bride was directed to the Chief's office and sat on a hard wooden bench for an hour before the secretary told her that the Chief wouldn't be able to see her. Jill's eyes began to well up with tears. She begged the secretary to see if the man would see her for just a few moments. The annoyed secretary went back into the Chief's office. Jill was aware of the procession of police employees who eyed her as they strode past her. An experienced traveler, Jill knew that women were viewed as objects in this foreign land. Men openly gaped at her as they walked by. Several times, she saw the men exchange knowing smirks as they walked past her. She knew that they were undressing her in their minds. An intense feeling of vulnerability swept over the young woman. She sat nervously hoping that she would be able to meet with the man she believed could help her. The heat was intense in the old unairconditioned building. The only ventilation was the creaking fan overhead, but Jill was intent on waiting. Finally, the secretary walked over to Jill and motioned her into the office. Jill got up and moved into the stark office. The man behind the desk motioned her to sit in the chair across from him. As she sat, Jill felt her skirt inch up her firm thighs, revealing an expanse of flesh that she would not have chosen to reveal. She tugged nervously at the hem of her skirt in an unsuccessful effort at modesty. The man eyed her legs openly. He was a paunchy man in his late forties, with a khaki uniform that appeared wrinkled and worn. His graying hair was slicked back and he wore a thick mustache. The young blonde was appalled by his appearance. Jill tried to explain the situation to him, but he immediately silenced her. She cringed inside as she realized that he was staring at her tanned thighs as he spoke. "Your husband is in a great deal of trouble," he said in his thick foreign accent. "He has already confessed to being a drug smuggler. He is at this very moment telling my men about his connections here on the island. I believe that he will be a most useful informant. I fear that he may be in prison for many years." Jill knew that Brad was not a drug smuggler, but she feared the methods police were employing to get him to admit to such an obvious untruth. "Sir," she said, "my husband isn't a drug dealer. We are here on the island for our honeymoon. We don't know anyone on the island, I swear." The chief stood, adjusted his pants, and walked to the opposite side of his desk. Once there, he leaned on the edge of the desk only inches from Jill's face. He reeked of stale tobacco. "I understand your beliefs young lady," he said, "but believe me, your husband has told a different story. But I sympathize with your problem. A young, good-looking man like him would fare very badly in our prison system. Do you know what I mean?" Jill began to cry. Her mind raced. She saw Brad being sentenced to a long prison term and suffering rapes and other violence towards him. She put her head in her hands and began to sob. She felt the man's hand stroking the hair on the back of her head. As disgusting as that felt, she was thankful for the show of tenderness by the man. Then he spoke. "You are a good wife. Most women would not come here to try and help their husbands. But I assure you, it is nearly useless. After what he has confessed to, I would have to put the whole of my power behind letting him go. I just don't see how I would be able to do that." Jill looked up at the man through her teary eyes. Here was some hope. "Please," she begged, "you can help us. Please help us." "I shouldn't have given you hope, miss. It is not the type of situation that you would be able to deal with. Decisions would have to be made immediately. Please, I must get back to work." With those words, he began to walk away from her. Jill panicked. "Please. If it's money, I'll give you all that I have." "No, it's not about money. Several men would have to agree to let your husband go. Of course, it would start with me. But, others would have to agree." The young bride's mind swirled. What could he mean, she asked herself. Before she had time to think, she began talking. "Anything. Just tell me what to do. I need him out." The Chief went to the door of his office and summoned several plainclothed policemen. He spoke to them in Spanish and then turned to Jill. "Go with these men for a moment. They will bring you back." Jill stood on wobbly legs and walked out the door. Three of the men escorted her towards the jail area. As the walked past cells, prisoners began to whistle and jeer at the sexy blonde in the short skirt. Jill turned her big, blue eyes towards one of the cells and saw a prisoner began to mimic a masturbating motion. Several others stuck their tongues out as if licking her. One of the detectives took her upper arm and pulled her closer to him as if for her protection. She was terrified. When they reached their destination, Jill turned to see Brad in a solitary cell. His face was badly bruised and he had obviously been beaten. He was not conscious. Jill burst into tears. The men then led her back to the Chief's office. When they walked in, the Chief looked up from his papers. "Well, has he been put in with the other prisoners yet?" he inquired. "We need to move him in soon." Jill knew that she could not let that happen to the man she loved. "No, no, please," she whimpered. "I need to help him." "Well," the Chief said, "I am beginning to believe that you mean that. But there is only one way to help him. You must persuade those who believe that he is a drug dealer that he is not." "H... How do I do that," she asked naively. "Certainly a beautiful young woman like yourself could be very persuasive," the Chief replied leering at her legs. "Consider all of the ways that you could persuade me that I should help him. How would you begin to persuade your husband to do something that you really want?" Jill was stunned. Surely the man couldn't be suggesting that she have sex with him. That was unthinkable. "I ... I couldn't." Jill's words dropped off. She had been a virgin on her wedding day, and had only been with Brad. Now, this pervert was suggesting that she have sex with him. It was not possible. "Very well," the Chief said. "You may not recognize your husband later, and he may have grown accustomed to satisfying men in the meanwhile, but," he turned to the detectives, "I believe it's time to transfer him to the general population." "No!" Jill cried. "No, anything. Just not that. Don't do that to him." "Then you must be willing to persuade us, young lady." Jill's eyes were downcast in shame. She felt her face and neck redden in humiliation. What could she do. After several seconds, she finally asked, "What ... what do you want me to do?" The Chief smiled broadly. "That is the spirit. Stand up, my dear." He took her hand in his and she slowly stood. He walked around her eyeing her as a prize. Then he walked to a cabinet and poured a glass of rum. Into the drink he poured a tasteless aphrodisiac. He knew that after she drank this she would not be able to control herself sexually. He returned to where she stood in the center of the room and handed her the glass. "Drink this. It will help you." Jill took the glass in trembling hands and began to drink it. It was very strong and very big, but she downed it shortly. She felt woozy. "Now," the Chief said, "lets begin by having you dance for us just a bit." Jill was humiliated, but she began to sway her hips and slowly dance. Jill kept her eyes shut, but could hear the men laugh and whistle. "That's good, very good," the Chief said. "Now, please take off your top and skirt." The innocent young wife felt trapped. Despite herself, she felt her hands go to the bottom of her blouse and begin to pull it overhead leaving her large, firm breasts clad only in a lacy bra. Then she began to reluctantly pull down her skirt. Her tanned legs were muscular and toned. Her shame was deepened by her knowledge that she had only worn a thong beneath her skirt. The men whistled their approval upon seeing her buttocks. By now the man's potion was beginning to have an effect and Jill realized that there was a warmth she felt between her legs. How could she possibly be turned on by this, she wondered. Was she that much of a slut? The men were astounded by her body. Rarely had any of them seen a woman with such a flat stomach with such large breasts. They were anxious to see the innocent bride's breasts. To that end, one of them approached her and reaching from behind began to massage her soft globes from outside the bra. Jill's eyes flew open and her mouth was agape. Although she could not see the man, he smelled of sweat and alcohol. Her blue eyes met those of the Chief's and she knew from the lewd look in his eyes that she had no hope with him. She did nothing as the man began to undo the bra hooks and she felt the wispy material fall from her chest. She couldn't help but look down at her breasts and was surprised to see the nipples in a very erect state. The man reached both hands around her and began to tug on her nipples. "Owwww." she cried. It wasn't so much pain as discomfort in his roughness. She quickly silenced her groan. She didn't want to give them that satisfaction. Still, the man's steady tugging and groping of her nipples had an affect on the young woman. She felt her vagina moisten. Then the Chief spoke to his men in Spanish. A second man approached her and she felt his hand on her soft belly. She watched him as his hand slowly moved down her belly and between her legs. She thought he would stop at her pussy, but instead, he went to her inner thighs. His hand began to massage the soft flesh right at the juncture of her legs. Soon enough, though, his hands crept to her hips and began to tug the thong down her slightly trembling legs. When the thong reached her ankles, Jill surprised herself by carefully stepping out of it for the man. The Chief made a mock groan. As he looked at her neatly trimmed pussy, he smiled wickedly. "You keep your pussy very nice. A real blonde. That's nice, too. I'll bet your cunt hasn't been stretched much yet, has it? I'll see if I can help you get a little more out of it than your husband's little prick can." As he was talking, he was moving around the desk. The two men who had been groping at her moved away from her in deference. Jill stood very still in terror. The man stood directly in front of the defenseless bride. As he looked into her eyes, she felt his hand on her pussy. His fingers outlined the trimmed pubic hair. "It seems that you have shaved around your little pussy just recently. Do you shave around it every day?" "Y... yes," she replied. "Did you shave it today just for me?" As he spoke he gently rubbed her mons venus. "Yes, I did," she lied. Still, she could barely stand the erotic touching of his hand. She knew that her pussy was becoming moister to the touch. "Were you hoping to be fucked by a real man today?" "Y... y... yes." "Have you ever been fucked by anyone other than that worthless husband of yours?" "N...n...no." "Then you better get my cock ready for your pussy, right?" Jill hesitated but then acted. With a trembling hand, the beautiful, new bride reached for the man's pants. She knew that within the stretched material would be the penis that would use her body as it's sexual receptacle. The Chief, dissatisfied with her hesitation, reached for the erect nipple on one of her breasts and twisted it slightly. The girl moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The men could tell that the slightly intoxicated woman was slowly getting aroused. Her full lips were parted and her breathing was shallow. The two full melons on her chest rose and fell in rhythm. The anxious man then cursed and began to undo his pants himself. Jill gasped when the man's massive cock was pulled from beneath his filthy clothing. Surely she wouldn't be able to fit that cock in her vagina, she thought. His manhood was easily the width of her wrist and it was much longer than what she would have imagined possible. It jutted from his hairy belly like a weapon. The man walked behind her. "Lean over the desk," was all he said. Jill bent at the waist and leaned her elbows and forearms on the desk. Her big titties hung from her chest, the nipples nearly dragging on the desktop. She knew how erotic the view must be to the men - a young blonde woman with her firm buttocks up in the air ready to take the Chief's stiff tool. "Spread your legs a little." She complied. The man touched the soft skin of her hips. He felt her jump a bit. He laughed to himself. If this made her jump, he knew that his big tool would have a more obvious affect. He looked to target her vaginal opening. He gripped her firmly and pushed his hips. He felt her pussy yield grudgingly. She was very tight. The young bride screamed. "Ahhhhhhhhhh. Please, nooooooooooo." "Shut up," he said. Just like a young rich blonde, he thought. Never had a good fucking before. He continued to screw into the beautiful blonde, trying to slowly push his rod in to the hilt. Despite the woman's discomfort, he knew she would adjust. He looked down at her athletic hips and legs and knew that she wouldn't pass out. Instead, he knew that her sheath would adjust to his sword. Little by little, he could feel her moisture covering his cock and he began sliding in with some comfort, although still very snuggly. Her eyes were closed tightly and her face was contorted in pain. Her mouth opened as she took the man from behind. "It hurts," she moaned, but the man kept pumping his cock into her pussy. As the pain lessened, she became aware of the pleasure that a snug fitting cock could bring. She hated herself for losing control, but she knew that her body had betrayed her. The man noisily banged into her from behind for several minutes, his belly and pelvis slapping audibly against the beautiful blonde's tanned thighs and buttocks. The young bride had no control as she felt an orgasm begin to wash over her body. She tried to resist, but lost all control when the man reached around her and tugged on her nipples. Then she exploded in orgasm. "Oh, yessssss, yessssss," she yelled. The Chief could no longer delay his own climax and his thick organ began to spurt his seed into the young woman's pussy. He continued to fuck her until his flaccid tool slipped out of her tight opening with an audible "plop." His cock left a long string of spunk from her pussy down her well formed leg. The young woman had hardly collapsed on the desk than she felt several hands grabbing her arms and her being led to a couch. Trouble in Paradise As my first foray with this submission to Literotica, please bear with me. Hopefully, I will progress in my endeavors to satisfy. Temuchen ***************************** Problems in Paradise "Confounded though immortal: But his doomReserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thoughtBoth of lost happiness and lasting pain"- Paradise Lost Discovery... The conveyor remained silent. Souls, weary from traveling, stared and waited for the alarm and lights to activate to warn them of the impending arrival of their luggage. I was one of those exhausted travelers of Flight 197 from New York, Jackson Daniel Smith...Jack to my friends and family. Having finished the meeting in New York, I had just flown home to Seattle. Surprisingly, the meeting with the Eastern firm had successfully concluded a day early. I was ecstatic and looking forward to seeing my adoring wife, Kay and my two beautiful teenage daughters, Ellie and Kate. But, before heading home I needed to stop off at my business partner's house and tell him how the meeting had gone with our new clients. I had known Scott Halliman since college, and after he married my wife's best friend, Nicky, we became partners in Pacifitech. Scott and I discovered we were both in software development for high end businesses. I had always desired to start my own business and, with Scott's contacts, formed our own company. With my software savvy and his numerous associates, it wasn't long before Pacifitech grew and became lucrative. When I pulled up in front of his house, I was surprised to see Kay's Civic parked in front. At first, I figured Kay was visiting Nicky, Scott's wife but then remembered Nicky was in LA for a few weeks visiting her parents. Call it intuition, call it a hunch but something wasn't right. Seditious anxiety crept into my psyche, my gut reaction...to believe the worst. Instead of approaching the front door, I decided on cloak and dagger and checked the Civics' hood finding it cool to the touch. The car has been here for some time. I deftly moved around to the back of the house. My heart pounding, I peeked into the window of Scott's living room. Nobody there. The lights were off so I couldn't see much. I didn't hear anything and, sighing with relief, decided Scott wasn't home, that maybe Nicky may have come home early and they all had gone out to dinner or something. I walked around the opposite side of the house heading back to the car when I saw a light coming from a window. As I approached, I heard noises coming from the window, sounds I didn't want to hear. Looking through the glass, I could see between slats of the drawn blinds and realize my nightmare. It was Scott and Nicky's bedroom only it wasn't Nicky on top of Scott. Son of a fucking bitch, I thought as I peeked through the window. Straddled across his naked hips was my beautiful wife of seventeen years...my so very loving wife, the mother of my two young daughters. Kay was humping up and down for all she was worth; her eyes closed facing upward, her mouth open. Scott was leaning back against the headboard buck naked on the bed with his arms behind his head. A smirk pasted across his face, he stared at Kay bouncing up and down on his cock, her arms crossed in front of her, her hands on her breasts. I backed away from the window breathless, my stomach heaving. I never knew...I never fucking knew. How long? When? Why? Why would she betray me with my partner or soon to be ex-partner! She had always said she disliked him...or did she? Judging from the way she was fucking him, I could only imagine this had been going on for some time. How did this happen? Kay never cared for Scott. She always believed him vulgar and insensitive and only tolerated him because of her best friend, Nicky. Before they married, Kay had done her best to convince Nicky not to marry him, she didn't trust the man. But Nicky was in love and when in love, you only listen to your heart, not your friends. I was beyond angry, beyond pissed off, I was fucking homicidal. I wanted to kill both of them. I found myself pounding my fists into the hard ground, bits of rock and debris cutting into my knuckles. After several minutes, I was able to calm down enough to think and plan my next step. I wanted to bust in and beat the living shit out of my so-called partner but I might end up hurting Kay. Though, I now hated her, I couldn't take a chance and physically hurt her. It took everything in me to ignore that plan of action; it would just land me in jail. No...I needed to hurt them but first I needed hard evidence. Luckily, I had a camcorder in the car. Quietly sneaking away, I grabbed the camera, a Sony high def camcorder with low-light imaging. When I returned, Kay was still slamming herself down on Scott's prick but she had turned facing the window. Perfect, I thought as tears washed over my cheeks. Wiping my eyes, I started filming their sordid little tryst. Scott had his hands around Kay's slim waist while she pounded against his crotch. I smiled when I saw his pathetic little dick. Well, maybe not so little—but definitely smaller than mine, shorter and not as fat—for some reason that made me feel better. Kay still had her eyes shut, her mouth now closed. As I filmed, I noticed she didn't look like she was enjoying herself, in fact she appeared distressed. Remorse...guilt? Hah! That was likely. She was probably upset Scott wasn't filling those hard to reach places I previously occupied. Whatever the reason, I fucking cared less. While filming, I decided to call her and yanked out my cell-phone. Moments later, she glanced at the floor, the musical tone of her phone playing. I heard Scott tell her to ignore it and was pissed when she pulled herself off his glistening cock and moved to her phone. Too fucking bad asshole! When she looked at her phone, her empty hand flew to her mouth and she gasped. "Jack?" "Hi honey, are you alright?" Her voice quivered and sounded out of breath. "Of course everything's alright...you still coming home tomorrow?" As she spoke, Scott got off the bed and slid behind her. He reached around grabbing a naked breast stroking a nipple. His other hand glided down between her thighs and into her pussy. I heard an intake of breath and saw her try to push Scott away. He was still wearing that goddamned fucking smirk. "What's wrong Kay? You sound funny," I innocently asked. I watched as Kay angrily stared at Scott, Scott grinning and shrugging his shoulders, his fingers still inside her. She had her hand over the phone. "Uh, nothing's wrong honey, I...I nearly dropped the phone and stumbled trying to catch it." She was good. "Oh, okay... for a minute it sounded like something was wrong." "No, sweetie...everything's good. So, when you coming home...I miss you." "Soon," I said. "Very soon." Now was the time..."Uh, sweetstuff...do me a favor." "What Jack?" "Tell Scott..." I had to pause and hold back my emotions. "Tell him the New York meeting went great and we have the contract." Excitedly Kay replied, "That's great honey...uh...what do you mean tell Scott? I haven't seen or talked to Scott since Nicky went to LA. You know how I feel about him." "Ohhh...I thought Nicky was back already." Through the window, I could see the confusion on her face. "Jack, why would you think Nicky was back? What's going on?" Now, she sounded concerned. "Well Kay, since your car is parked in front of Nicky and Scotts, I just figured she must be back. Why else would you be there? After all, I know how you feel about Scott." After I had just thrown her words back into her face, she was silent for several seconds. Then, upset and frightened she cried, "I...uh, I...oh my god, please Jack." In a voice completely devoid of emotion, I said, "Kay, as you probably have figured out, I'm already back from New York. I thought I'd stop by and tell Scott the good news about the trip. Imagine my surprise seeing your Civic out front. Just do me that small little favor and tell Scott about the trip...oh, and say hello to Nicky for me." Before she could answer, I disconnected. I stopped the camcorder and watched another few seconds before leaving. Kay had completely broken down. She knelt on the floor rocking back and forth, the phone pressed hard against her ear as she screamed my name. Scott had already dressed and started gathering Kay's garments. He had overheard the conversation and didn't waste any time. Scott knew me very well. I may be a computer geek, but I was definitely no wimp and...well, let's just say there is some personal history. When he reached for her, she violently wrenched her shoulder away from his hand shrieking not to touch her, to leave her alone. Startled, Scott jumped back. He dropped her clothes and ran from the bedroom. I shook my head and walked away, I could still hear her screaming as I reached the car. Now came the hard part...how was I going to tell Ellie and Kate? The Past... No, I didn't go straight home. I should have, just to see the girls...but I needed to drown my sorrows. Or, so I thought. I found myself at my usual watering hole, Bull Dog's Lair sucking down on Boiler Makers. Mack, owner of The Lair, well...he knew me pretty well and had an idea something was amiss. "Okay Jack, tell me what's wrong." Mack, a bull of a man in his late fifties stared down at me as I sucked down another shooter. I gazed at his meaty hands as they delicately ran a bar towel over a pilsner to clean it. "Kay," was all I said. The anguish in my face was enough for him. "Shit," Mack replied. "I would have never thought that. Not Kay...she adores you." "Fuck, that's what I used to think," I said downing another shot. "But...now? Damn it Mack, I loved her! How could she do this to me...to us?" The eight empty shots, now upside down on the bar, was a good indication of where I was heading, down and out. Or, at least I hoped. "Stay here Jack...DO NOT LEAVE!" said Mack as he moved off to take care of another customer. By now, I was trying to help by grabbing hold of the counter. The damn thing was trying to move on me. I thought this would somewhat upsetting for Mack's other patrons. Too late, the damn thing was now above me. I tried to reach up, but the bar counter was just too elusive. Ah hell, I thought...I'll let Mack worry about it and closed my eyes. ***** I found myself sitting back against that old oak in the middle of the university quad watching the autumn leaves float downward in the cool evening air. I was taking a brief respite after that last theoretical calculus exam and lazily watching the sun sink behind old Wormwood Hall. "Hello Jack...are you okay?" The soft voice floated on the wind like a musical butterfly. I looked up into the most gorgeous green eyes God ever created. "Helloooo...earth to Jack." Her name was Kay Hucklebee and she was in my Poly Sci class. She was beautiful and smart and way out of my league. "Uh, hi Kay...what's up?" God, what a buffoon I was—real smooth. "Nothing, I just saw you sitting here and was wondering if you were alright." "Yeah...well, thanks but I'm good." I wasn't known for my eloquence. "Oh, okay...I'll leave you alone then. It was nice talking to you," Kay said and turned walking toward the library. It wasn't hard to detect a scent of sarcasm in her voice. Shit, what was that all about? What did I do to her? I watched her leave, savoring those long legs and flawless figure, her jeans appearing as if they were airbrushed over that perfect ass. Her auburn hair, pulled back in a pony tail, swung back and forth in perfect harmony with her lithe stride. Just as she stepped off the quad, she turned and glanced at me. Caught staring, my face turned beet red from embarrassment and hastily looked away. I didn't see her smile as she continued into the university library. Christmas came and went and, after spending time back home, found myself at one of the more popular and regular frat parties. I wasn't part of a fraternity; however, I was always an easy going and friendly kind of guy and would help anyone with math or computer problems. It wasn't long before I, unknowingly, became a favorite and often sought after for my tech skills. Keith was a good friend and a member of this particular party house and always tried to get me to attend their parties. Usually, I would turn him down but I was feeling melancholy and decided I needed a little liquid pick-me-up to get me out my funk. Keith welcomed me and kept me well stocked with his special brew, something he called his suicidal kamikaze. It wasn't long before I was well under way to become a steady worshipper of the almighty porcelain god and decided it was time to call it a night. I found Keith and his cronies crouched around a young woman in the corner of one of the bedrooms. "Keith, I'm outa here...hey, what's going on?" The young woman was passed out and these pervs were about to un-button her blouse. "Shhhh...come on Jack...don't screw this up buddy! We've been waiting a long time to check out the goods." Keith leered at me while the other assholes were exploring the unconscious girl's sensuous curves. I flew into a rage. "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS...GET YOU FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!" I jumped in and grabbed the nearest piece of shit by his hair and yanked as hard as I could. Satisfied by the sound of pain and tearing of hair, I grinned as my intended target flew back on his ass. Two of the other frat brothers tried to seize my arms and found themselves howling in anguish when they smashed into the nearest wall. "Jack, what the fucks wrong with you man? We were just having a little fun. We weren't going to hurt her." Keith looked at me, his eyes wide. The others finally figured out the best tactic was to back off. Very few people, and no one at the university, knew I was a fifth degree black belt in Kempo and Aikido and took state championship when I was seventeen. "Keith, you and your asshole buddies better get the fuck out of here. If I ever see you shits near her, I swear I'll send you all you lowlifes to the hospital...if you don't believe it...try me!" They all took a long hard look at me and I could see in their eyes they were wondering if I could take them all. But suddenly, the room started filling up with other party goers, in particular, Kay and two of her girlfriends. Kay saw me standing in front of the passed out girl, my fists clenched, my shirt torn. She looked at Keith and his goons and the hostility dripping off their faces. The girl behind me began to stir and moaned. Kay and her two friends went to her and helped her up. The carried her out of the room but not before stopping in front of Keith. She looked at me and back to Keith. Before anyone could react, a tremendous whack burst forth followed by a chorus of gasps and a startled yelp. Kay had slapped Keith's face with such force he stumbled and fell against his accomplices. She turned and smiled at me before they left. When I turned toward Keith, he and his buddies flinched and stepped back. I didn't say anything when I left the frat house, the crowds parting as I stomped out. In the distance, I could see Kay and her friends help the young woman into a car. While her friends got in, Kay saw me watching and walked up. "I don't know how to thank you Jack. What you did was heroic and I'll never forget. Thank you again." She stood on her toes and kissed me lightly on the lips. She pulled back smiling and stared at me before running to the car. As they passed, all the girls waived and blew kisses. It didn't take long before the word got out about the fracas at the party house. Everyone that used to come to me for help shied away whenever I arrived. Not that I cared. Keith and his frat brothers put the word out...I was to be blackballed. When I found out that piece of news, I laughed. But, not everyone avoided me. I couldn't believe it but I became very popular with the more feminine aspect of the university. I lost count of the number of coeds that approached me and hugged or kissed me, thanking me. Many gave me their phone numbers and asked if I would call them. You'd think I would have been pleased with this development but the more they fawned over me, the more withdrawn I became. I just wanted to be invisible. I wasn't trying to be any hero, I just got pissed at what those shitheads were going to do and lost it. It got so bad I started hiding out. Instead of grabbing a bite on campus, I would just get something and run back to my room. If I wasn't buried in my dorm room, I would be in class and if not there, at the nearest gym. After several months, the shine dimmed enough for me to return to the living. Keith and his bunch left me alone. Seems they may lose their fraternity standing if they don't clean up their act. I decided to take a night off and see a movie and maybe eat out. After the movie, I headed over to a nearby restaurant and grabbed an empty booth back in the far corner. After my meal, I sat back and leisurely sipped a cup of coffee. I saw Kay and her two friends enter and sit in a booth on the opposite side of the diner. I watched them in animated discussion when in walked Keith and several of the same crew from that night. I recognized the three that were on top of the girl. They didn't see me but they spied Kay and her friends. "Hey sweet things, what's up?" Keith grinned as he approached Kay's table. The other three leered and snickered. "Get lost Keith, we're not interested," snarled Kay. "Ohhh...come on now, Don't be that way Kay. You and I used to be very good friends, remember?" "Bullshit Keith, we may have gone out a couple of times...but...nothing more. And, we are not your friends. Not since your last party. Now, just leave us alone." "Listen, you cunt! You and you little friends here started spreading lies and false rumors about that. Now the whole campus is treating us like lepers. I think you owe us for your malicious gossip." I saw Keith lean in close to her and grab her arm. Kay winced in pain from the pressure. "I said leave us...Jack?" Kay never had a chance to finish her sentence. She saw me standing behind Keith and his buddies. All four spun around, surprise and fear on their faces. I thought they might back off and leave but Keith suddenly decided to grow a pair and approached. "You motherfucker...you fucked everything up with that stunt you pulled. All we were going to do is have a little fun and you had to play the big hero. Well, I think it's time to show everyone you're not the tough guy everyone thinks you are. Right guys?" Keith turned to see the other three bolt from the restaurant. When he turned back, he wasn't as confident as before. "You were saying something, Keith?" I asked. "You piece of shit," he spit and swung a right fist at me. I rolled to his side, blocking his arm. Grabbing his wrist, I bar armed his elbow hearing a crack. "Gaaahhh...," Keith shrilled. He was holding his right arm, now hanging limp and ran out the door. Kay and her friends just stared as I stammered an apology and retreated to the men's bathroom. Rinsing my face in cold water, I stared in the mirror. What the fucks wrong with me, I thought. Damn it, I did nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. So, why was I always running away? After drying off, I came out of the bathroom and saw that Kay and her friends had left. I sighed and paid my bill and left to return to the dorm. I walked down the dark streets when I heard a car pull up. I kept on walking and heard that soft musical voice. "Jack, can I give you a lift?" I turned and looked at Kay. She was alone, her Saturn purring quietly. "No, but thank you." Every time I looked at her, my heart would race and I would be at a loss for words. Trouble in Paradise "Damn you Jack!" I jumped as Kay yelled at me jamming her car into park and shoved her car door open. She got out and stomped over to me. Standing close, she stared up into my eyes. "What do I have to do to get you to notice me? What's wrong with me, am I so ugly to you?" Her eyes were tense, her chest heaving as she angrily waited for a reply. I was stunned. "Uhhh...sorry? Please Kay, believe me you're definitely not ugly. You are a beautiful and intelligent woman and any man's dream." Her eyes softened. She reached up and touched my cheek and said, "Then why won't you ask me out? Why don't you ever talk to me, pay any attention to me?" I decided honesty would be best. "I...I just thought you were so far out of my league, I would never have a chance. I've always liked you but I could never bring myself to approach you, to ask you out or, for that matter, talk to you." She smiled and moved her hand behind my neck. I was pulled down and she kissed me on the lips, this time deep and with passion. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against me. God, she smelled wonderful, her silken hair the fragrance of lilac. Two years later, we were married. The following five years witnessed a whirlwind of love and heartache, romance and adventure culminating with the addition of two beautiful little girls, Ellie and Kate. My past memories slowly drifted into darkness. I moaned as I swirled in a grey mist that dissipated. I found myself in our bedroom seated in a chair facing the foot of our bed. Kay was kneeling on the middle of the bed wearing sexy lingerie and a smile. She was facing the door when Scott walked in, that familiar sneer fixed across his smug face. I wanted to get and shove my fist through that face but couldn't move. I was powerless to stop him from sauntering to the bed. Kay, those gorgeous eyes staring up, held out her hand and taking his pulled him onto the bed. As his right hand slipped inside her negligee and caressed a breast, I could see his thumb gently flick the nipple. His left hand snaked around her waist pulling her tight against him. As his lips locked onto her neck, I lost it. I screamed in agony, my eyes tightly shut. A dam burst, tears flooding my eyes gushing over my cheeks. "No, No, No...dear God, please no..." "Jack? Honey...wake up."