2 comments/ 160064 views/ 16 favorites Road rage By: DeFlowered Kristin had one eye on Mrs. Rosen and one eye on her watch. She couldn’t wait to get out of the gym and meet her fiancé; not that she didn’t love working as a personal trainer. Tonight was to be special for the couple. Kristin and Chad were going to have a romantic night out to celebrate one month left until their wedding day. But right now she had to help Mrs. Rosen finish her cool-down routine. Kristin got down on a mat to show Mrs. Rosen the proper method for stretching her inner thighs. Sitting with her shapely legs spread, Kristin eased her torso until her large breasts touched the mat. “If I had your body, I wouldn’t be wasting my time in the gymnasium,” said the elderly woman. Kristin smiled. Part of why she loved working as a trainer was due to the compliments she received. At 24, she took excellent care of her petite body. Standing not quite five feet tall and weighing just over 100 pounds, she somehow managed to have natural D-cup breasts that looked enormous on her tiny frame. “Great job today,” she said. “I’ll see you again next week!” Kristin darted from the gym, not bothering to change from her workout attire: light blue mid-calf tights and a sports bra. She kept her shoulder-length platinum hair in a ponytail. The tires of her yellow convertible chirped as she sped from the parking lot. She decided to take the back roads to avoid traffic. As usual, Kristin was driving too fast and wasn’t paying attention. She flew through a stop sign and badly cut off a beat pickup, which stopped just in time to avoid hitting her car. Kristin’s heart raced, but she quickly composed herself. She slowed to the posted speed limit. Suddenly the pickup roared past and veered in front of her. She slammed the brake, but couldn’t avoid tapping the truck’s rear panel. After making sure she was OK, Kristin leapt from her seat and met the driver of the pickup as he calmly got out. “What the hell’s wrong with you!” she yelled. “You could have killed me!” “Back off, girlie,” said the mean-looking man, who stood 6’3 and had a husky build. He was probably in his early forties, a working class guy, who wore camouflage pants and a snug back T-shirt. “You should have hit the brakes sooner, you dumb bitch.” With that Kristin jumped to take a slap at his face, but had to settle on hitting his chest. Before she knew what was happening the man snagged her hair and effortlessly yanked her to the passenger side of the truck. “You fucking little cunt,” he said. “Now you’re going to get what’s coming to you.” He slammed her against the side of the truck with one hand, nearly suspending her in air. With the other he pulled out a large hunting knife. He held the cold blade against her cheek just for a moment, then slid it beneath her bra and between her breasts. She was breathing deeply. With a flick of the wrist, he cut the bra in two, and Kristin’s huge boobs fell free with a bounce and a jiggle. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “Please let me go.” “Too late for that now,” he said, eyeing her rosy nipples, which were nearly the size of silver dollars. Holding the knife against her throat, he sucked hard on one of her tits while he pinched the other. They quickly hardened. The pinching caused Kristin to yelp. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.” He looked straight into her youthful, stunning face. He rubbed his thumb across her full red lips. “I bet you suck dick good, huh?” He forced his thumb in and out of her mouth, looking at her with an evil grin. “If you give me the best goddamned blowjob I’ve ever had, I’ll let you go. But it better be good, or I’ll cut you up and no one will find you.” He pulled Kristin to her knees. She thought for a moment about her predicament and decided that she had no choice but to comply with the stranger. With tears in her eyes, she moistened her lips as the man exposed his thick half-erect penis. “I’m not fooling, girlie. This better be the best blow you’ve ever given,” he warned. Kristin resolved herself to do as she was told and get the nightmare over with. She held the base of his cock in her small palm and gently massaged the soft tip with her wet lips. She thought of her fiancé and groaned softly. Then she slowly slid the length of his rod into her warm wet mouth. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, pretending the firming cock was Chad’s. She gently stroked the back of the man’s buttocks, while she sucked and slurped his member as though her life depended on it. “Oh yeah, that’s real good,” he said. He took a fistful of her hair and started thrusting into her mouth. In short order he was face fucking her hard and fast. She felt dirty and used. She could taste his precum and knew the end was near. He jammed her with the full length of his fuck pipe, and she felt thick hot streams of sperm shoot down her throat. He pulled his cock from her swollen lips, and Kristin took a deep breath and cried. A moment latter she was off her feet again. The man threw open the passenger-side door and bent her over at the waist so that her legs hung from the side. Her firm ass stuck up in the air. The man slapped her tight cheeks with a loud crack. “You said you’d let me go!” Kristin protested. “Sorry, honey, but that blowjob was just too damn good. I can’t keep you all to myself.” He quickly had Kristin wrists and ankles bound with duct-tape. He then taped her abused mouth, and threw her in the back of the truck. “You don’t move or make a sound or I’ll beat you to death,” he said, before he threw a musty tarp over her. Kristin was dumbstruck as she lay on the cold truck bed. After about a half-hour of driving, he pulled her from the back and tossed her over one of his broad shoulders. A door opened, and she could hear loud country music. She lifted her head and could see through her hanging blonde locks that they were in a dank tavern. Suddenly a voice cried out, “Hey, look what Buck’s got!” Kristin was dropped to her feet. She saw that the place was crowded with men, all of whom stared drop-jawed at her. The next thing she knew, hands were all about her--pulling at her magnificent exposed boobs and pinching her shapely ass. The man who abducted her, Buck, quickly took charge. He yanked her tights down to her ankles. Some men in the room chuckled at the sight of Kristin’s cleanly shaved pussy. She removed her pubic hair for her big date. “Nice,” said Buck. “I’m gonna fuck this bitch, then she’s all yours.” He shoved her back onto a pool table and tore the tights and duct tape from her ankles. Kristin tried to squirm away, but he took hold of her tits with both of his large hands and squeezed until they looked as though they might pop. He pulled her toward him. She closed her eyes tightly when she felt his cock begin to probe her pussy. She thought about how her boyfriend was the only man to have sex with her until now. She could make this claim no longer, because Buck’s cock filled her tight love hole. “This slut’s ready for it,” Buck declared. “Her cunt’s already soaked.” Kristin winced in embarrassment because it was the truth. Holding her narrow waist, he fucked Kristin full force. Her enormous tits jiggled to the delight of the watching men. Then someone ripped the tape from her mouth. She was glad for that but for a moment, as the man then pressed his cock against her lips. “Suck it, whore!” Others took turns pinching, pulling, and sucking her breasts. She could never imagine being forced to pleasure two men at once. Buck drove into her, and his cock filled her slit with hot goo. He slid out of her, and she could feel his warm cum mixed with her pussy juice dribble from her crack. Another man soon spread her legs wide and entered her dripping pink cunt. Someone else then straddled her torso. Placing his dick between her luscious mounds, he squeezed them together and tit fucked her. She felt disgusting, and hated the way they treated her like a fuck doll. The men pounded away at Kristin’s comely body. The cock in her mouth pulled out and bathed her face with hot liquid. Three more men positioned themselves by her face; they freed her hands and made her beat them off while they took turns humping her swollen lips. The rod in her twat creamed, and the man fucking her tits soaked them with his sticky solution. A heavyset man hauled her off the pool table. He dropped his pants and sat on a chair, his cock stood tall to attention; Kristin guessed it must have been ten inches long and as thick as her wrists. He lifted Kristin off her feet and plopped her on top of him. She howled as he shoved her onto his staff. “That’s right, you nasty slut. Ride it,” he commanded. Kristin continued to cry, while her once taut slit stretched to accommodate his huge cock. Feeling as though things couldn’t get worse, fingers probed her from behind. “Oh yeah, it’s tight back here!” a man shouted, slipping his middle finger into her anus. “Oh no, please stop, please stop,” pleaded Kristin. “Yeah, sugar, beg me,” he said. Crack! With his other hand he spanked her ass hard, and jammed two fingers into her asshole. “She needs to be greased up.” Someone brought a can of cooking lard from the kitchen. Kristin nearly forgot about the cock she was riding, because she was so worried about what was to come next. The man lubed her ass with plenty of lard, cramming three fingers into her anus. He then aimed the head of his cock at her puckered hole and shoved it in. Kristin shrieked. With both dicks insider, she thought she’d be split in two. The burning and stretching of her virgin ass was too much for her to take. “Please God no! No more, no more!” “Cry for me, pig! You’ve some hot little asshole.” He spanked her rump mercilessly. “Cry some more.” She did, but several minutes later she could feel the pain ease slightly, and she felt something different. Kristin breathed deeply, and her hips twitched uncontrollably. The men realized that she was no longer struggling; in fact, they weren’t forcing her at all. She was ridding them under her own power. She rolled her hips rhythmically, and her high-pitched crying sounded more like throaty groaning. Her body convulsed, and she arched her back as she felt multiple orgasms take over her body in waves, each one stronger than the previous. Her hands massaged her engorged breasts, which were gleaming with spunk. Kristin’s performance was more than the man in her cunt could take. He came hard, drenching her already wet canal. But the man raping her ass thew her to the floor. Feeling heady and panting, Kristin tried to gather herself. “Get your ass up! I’m not finished yet!” He slapped her face, knocking her over. He pulled her to her hands and knees. Crack! He spanked her ass, and she yelped. “Get it up!” She arched her lower back so her ass was pointed high. The man spread her cheeks as far as they’d go. In this position, he was able to force his full size into her. He raped her angrily, spanking her all the while. She sobbed while a few of the men lifted her head from the floor so that she could blow them. The rapist reached around her body and firmly cupped her breasts, then slammed himself into her ass, shooting his load deep inside of her. Two men jerked themselves off, giving Kristin another facial. She rolled to her side to catch a breath. But soon, she had both her holes filled again. One man lay in front of her and lifted her leg in the air, easing his penis inside of her slick pussy. Another one got behind and forced his cock into her well-greased asshole. After several minutes, Kristin felt her body take over again. “Oh my God, oh my .... Fuck! Yeah!” she yelled. Her hips twitched in synch with their pumping. As she reached orgasm, a guy knelling over her head spayed her face with more cum. The men blew into both her pussy and ass simultaneously. She lay on the floor untouched for a moment. Then she felt the strong urge to urinate. “Please, I have to use the bathroom.” A couple of guys lifted her by her arms and brought her to the toilet. It was a single toilet, but the men stood guard over her while she squatted over the pot. “Boy, you sure can fuck,” one said. “I can’t wait to get my turn.” Kristin looked away, disgusted by the thought. She was ashamed by her display. She went to the sink and turned the knob. Only ice cold water came out. She splashed her face several times to wash the glaze of spunk off. She then cupped her hand under the facet and splashed water on her chest, hoping to wash away the stickiness. The freezing water made her nipples immediately stand firm. The men watching her nearly drooled with delight. She bent over the sink to rinse her mouth, and the sight of her perfectly rounded bottom sticking out proved too inviting to one of the men. As Kristin began to stand up, he shoved her back down. She grabbed the edge of the sink and readied herself, for she knew she was about to get another fucking. She felt him rub the tip of his cock against her molested slit. “Oh yeah,” he said, pushing it into her pussy, “you sure are some hot bitch.” “Just get it over with,” said Kristin. “Oh, you want to be fresh?” He took his cock out her moistness and drove it into her asshole. Kristin’s knees bent as she grunted in pain. With one hand he pulled on a fistful of her hair while he spanked her ass with the other. He pounded her anus like a jackhammer. “There you go, you fucking whore! Now beg me for it! Tell me you love getting ass fucked!” Tears streamed from Kristin’s eyes. She lost the will to fight. “I love it,” she cried. “I love getting my ass fucked!” The commotion brought several other men to watch Kristin’s humiliation. “Now beg me for it,” her rapist commanded. “Please fuck me! Please fuck my ass! I’ll do anything, please!” “You want my friend here to fuck your ass too, huh? Tell me how you’re a dirty whore, and you want him to fuck your ass too!” “I’m such a dirty whore!” she shouted. “I want both your cocks! I want him to fuck my ass too!” “Get over here, Jake! Her ass is so loose now I bet it’ll fit both of our dicks.” Kristin looked back at the men with complete terror on her face. They held her bucking body still, while they forced both of their well-endowed members into her greased bottom. “OH GOD NO! PLEASE DON’T!” But she couldn’t stop them from stretching her asshole to fit both cocks. She rested her head in the sink basin. After several minutes of torture, they expanded her anus wide enough to get a fast tempo going. They spanked her, pulled on her hair, and twisted her erect nipples. The more Kristin cried, the more excited and abusive they became. They made her beg for their sperm. “Please, cum in my dirty hole! I want your cum so badly!” she cried. “I think this slut wants a drink,” one man announced, pulling out of her ass. He stuffed his stinky rod into Kristin’s mouth. She felt as though she would be ill, tasting a bitter mix of sperm and her own ass. He delivered so much spunk that Kristin had to swallow three times to prevent herself from gagging. The other man pulled out and gushed all over her reddened ass cheeks. Kristin passed out and fell to the tile floor. One man rolled her onto her back, and a few stragglers took turns fucking her unconscious body. “How you going to get rid of her, Buck?” “Don’t worry,” he said. “I know just what to do.” Road Rage You never know! I live away from town. I moved out here to get away from traffic and freeway Bonsai's (Kamikaze's on wheels). Some developer had bought a few acres and made a Mobile home park and it's quite nice. I live among about thirty to fifty other mobile homes. Mine is a two-bedroom paid for and all mine. The home park is only accessible from one road and we call it a highway and the park is about midway along it. The highway enters a freeway at each end and is about fifteen miles long but runs away from both freeways generally. I like it because except park visitors on weekends coming to see someone living here, I pass almost no one on it. There's a tavern with floorshow about a mile after you exit the freeway. It has a large parking lot and caters to freeway traffic of the County Western type folk on weekends. I've been there and it's pretty lively Friday and Saturday nights. It's mostly beer and dancing with some great small western bands and a few names every month. It even has sawdust and peanut shells on the floor. If you like quick western food there's an attached small restaurant mostly for families. This particular afternoon I was on my way home along the highway taking my time and not paying attention to much when all of a sudden I heard brakes screech behind me and then a horn. I was about midway between the park and the tavern and only a couple of dead-end side streets cross the highway and only one that had a stop sign. The stop sign is a mystery since no one ever crosses the road. As I looked into the mirror I noticed a small sports car come ripping by on my right doing probably seventy. I noticed the gal driving with the window half down and she was screaming obscenities at me. I made out a few of them but couldn't hear them. As she whipped in front of me she reached out the window and flipped me the bird. Well I hate and am not into road rage, but this wasn't right because there might have been a family car along here. I floored the accelerator and the BMW had no trouble catching up. Her car was no match for mine on nearly any road. I honked and motioned her to pull over and got the bird again. I passed on the right, too and as I pulled in front of her I started slowing down without letting her pass me again. As I came up to that one stop sign I braked and glanced in the mirror. She was screaming as she threw the door open and came running toward my car. I opened the door and as I started to step out she was on me. She was hitting and kicking and I think actually trying to hurt me. She was much smaller than I am, very much smaller. I pushed her away and tried to shield my face in case she decided to start scratching. I must have caught her off balance because she flew back and landed on her ass in the road. I hurried to help her when she came out of a kneeling position and right at me again. I tried talking and tried blocking but she'd lost it. I did the only thing I could do. I wrapped my arms around her and spun her facing away from me. My arms pinned hers to her side and as she tried to scrape my shin or kick me, I just spread my legs wide where she couldn't reach me. She was almost violent it seemed and I squeezed her tighter to where she couldn't move. My arms were around her and she was wearing a mini with a western shirt and boots. I could smell the alcohol. She must have come from the tavern. She leaned her face forward and tried to bite my arm and I lowered my arms across her breasts. My hands were open and ready to grab her again. The way my arms had crossed I felt her breasts beneath them and her nipples bare beneath the shirt were hard. She screamed and then I pinched hard. Her nipples would be bruised but I thought the sudden pain might slow her down. I'll never actually know why I pinched her nipples instead of bending her arm or something equally painful but I did. For a moment she was more violent and then almost immediately her ferocity began to dwindle and I heard her moan. I held for a moment and then started to release her when she moaned again and pulled my hand back to her nipple. I'd had a lady friend once that was into minimum pain and bondage and instantly I was reminded of her. I wondered and slowly reapplied the pinch to her nipples and she moaned again and was absolutely still while I held them. In a moment I heard her breathing slow and then she became almost languorous. I pinched just a tiny bit harder and she moaned and I could tell that it was pleasure for her. Her eyes were closed and her lips held a slight smile, but I couldn't stand here all day like this and so I released her. For a moment she was quiet, very still and breathing softly. And then she came out of it and started trying to hit and kick me again. This time I circled her wrists in one hand and removed my belt with the other. I wrapped her wrists until the belt was short enough to buckle. She studied what I was doing and what I had done and then quietly I heard her ask me "Fuck me? Please?" I heard myself remind her that she'd been drinking and wouldn't like herself in the morning. She insisted and her voice became more demanding. I heard her again "That damned bartender! I told him I can only handle two small glasses of wine to settle me after a nerve-shattering work week. What does he do? He tells me that he's got a drink that I'd adore. He'd made it up himself and he wouldn't charge me. I tasted it and then drank some and he came back with another. I told him! He kept telling me that he needed an opinion. Was it any good? I said yes and he still wanted me to taste it again. Finally I knew that he wanted to fuck me. He wanted to get me drunk and fuck me and I wasn't going to. I took my stuff and left. By the time I was at the car I was mad! I don't know why but I was really furious and when I saw your car in front of me weaving all over the road, I lost it." "Wait!" I said. I wasn't weaving you were!" "Oh!" she said and seemed to be trying to think. Then she said that it didn't matter because now a guy had found her that knew how to handle a woman and she needed a lot of handling. I smiled back and nodded agreement. Again she asked me... pleading. I told her that I couldn't and I was going to untie her and then follow her home. She looked at me and smiled and said that if I untied her she be kicking and scratching again and the only way to stop her would be to tie her again or fuck her. I wondered how I get into these things, but I also wondered what she'd be like. She watched and then attempted again to kick me and asked "What does a girl have to do to get fucked around here?" I asked "You want me to fuck you right here? Or are you talking about going someplace?" Her eyes lit up and she said "Right here! Right now!" I took her arm and led her around to the passenger's side of my car and opened the door. She looked back at me and screamed "What? I don't want to go somewhere! I'm not going to let you drive me somewhere! I need to be fucked right now. Right here!" Now I was getting a little tired of being hollered at and I turned her toward the car and pushed her down onto the seat. As she tried to get back up I was behind her lifting that tiny skirt. I saw the most beautiful pair of cheeks, the perfect woman's ass barely covered by blue lace. I asked "Are you sure that you want this?" And she moved back against me and rubbed my pants with her ass and I knew she could feel my arousal. Suddenly she screamed "Hell yes! Now do it!" I grabbed a handful of panty and yanked it to her knees and watched that beautiful ass. My hard-on suddenly screamed for release. My belt was gone and my pants were easily lowered without even unbuttoning or unzipping. I had my hand on the back of her ass and my other hand was choking my cock. She felt so hot and so nice. I reached under and was amazed at how wet she already was. I lubricated my hand and then brought it back to circle and lubricate my cock while she was demanding me to get started. She struck out with a foot and hit my shin then. It hurt and I lost it. I used one hand to spread her cheeks and positioned my head with the other. I slid quickly along that lubricated canal and was inside and shoving hard. I mean I don't ever remember entering a woman that quickly or that hard ever before. She winced and then moaned and said something like "G _ _! That feels good! More! Give it to me! Harder! Deep again, all the way! I can feel you stretch my pussy wide and... Oh! So deep!" I did! I drove hard and deep as often and deep as I'd ever fucked a woman. Her pussy was hot around me, blazing hot, tight and urgent, and she moaned and begged. I used one hand to slap her cheek hard and then harder. She stopped talking and only moaned and purred like a kitten and thrust her ass at me and wiggled it. I grabbed her hips and pulled her off the seat to me just as I drove with everything I had and began the most satisfying climax of my life. She excited me so much that all I wanted was to fuck her and fill her as torrent after torrent of cum spilled out and into her. That was my longest climax too, and I have no idea how many times my cock erupted, but it was far more than it ever had before. I held it deep and unmoving for what seemed like many minutes, and then I felt her move slightly and my flaccidness came loose and she was forward flat on the car seat as I settled back against the car. My knees were shaking and so was my world. What had I done? What if she claimed that I raped her? I had just experienced the fuck of a lifetime with an inebriated woman that probably would remember nothing about it tomorrow. I heard her roll over on her back and heard her call me. I looked in and she was holding her wrists out and asking me to take the belt off. "Sure" I said, and then she was asking my name. I didn't know to lie or not, but she knew my car, where I must live and I told her. As the belt came free she held out her hand to shake and introduce herself. I tried to apologize and she stepped back and looked at me "You're apologizing? For giving me the best fuck of my life? Taking me like I've always wanted... and never found a man who could? No!" She said... "You aren't going to apologize to me, you're going to do it again and again, and if I can make you, you'll do it again." I smiled and said "But, you've been drinking". She studied me and then said that she'd had too much to drink on an empty stomach but that was over some time ago. She told me that my pinch had brought her out of it and felt so good that she'd had to find out what the rest of me was like. She had she said and liked it all. In fact had already decided that she loved it all and needed more. I smiled and joked that my wife might have something to say about that and suddenly she shrank back and looked at me. She said now that she was sorry and that she hadn't even thought. That of course had changed everything and she was sorry to my wife, and if I wanted she'd apologize and try to explain. She was so serious and so contrite that I couldn't go on with it. I told her that I was only joking and that I was single and lived alone. She turned back to me, balled her fist and I thought she was going to hit me again but she squealed and said that I was perfect then. We sat in the car and talked. No one ever came by. Finally she told me that she'd had a hard week and had been on her way to the park to see her sister when she saw the tavern after fighting traffic almost an hour. She also apologized again about her temper and meanness and I reached over and kissed her for the first time. Her kiss was as sweet as her pussy had been wet. I asked if she didn't want to clean up before going to see her sister. Then I told her that if she wanted she could do it at my place. She asked where my place was in the park and when I told her she said that her sister not only lived the other direction from me, but also near the opposite corner. She said she'd love to clean up and I asked if it would bother her sister to see her car parked in front of my place. Her next question was if I had a car port and I said yes. She asked for the number of my space and then told me her sister never came my way, but if I didn't mind she'd pull into the car port first and I could pull my car right in behind. All was agreed and she walked back and started her car. She smiled and then floor-boarded the accelerator. I closed the door, walked around the car and picked up her panties behind the car and got in. I was shaking my head and fully intrigued when I finally started the car. When I got home she was parked right where she'd said she would be. We went in together and she asked if my neighbors would be talking. I told her no that I had three sisters that came out all the time and a brother. They all parked where she had. When we got into my place I walked her to the bathroom off my bedroom and showed her where the towels were and returned to the living room and turned on the TV. I heard the shower running for awhile and then all was quiet. I waited and heard nothing. After fifteen minutes I walked to the bedroom door and asked if everything was okay. I heard nothing and finally turned the door knob. I was shocked! I've told you about the gal I used to know that was into a bit of bondage and mild pain. When she was with me she brought out a set of playthings and stashed them in the bottom drawer of a nightstand next to the bed on her side. I'd never investigated because she might come back I'd thought. I'd also assumed she had taken everything with her, but she hadn't. My new friend had found her stuff, assumed it was mine and put it to use. She was lying nude on the bed, beautiful, most tantalizing and looking quite edible. She'd found the cuffs and put one around her right ankle and secured it to the bottom post of the bed. Then apparently with no help she'd bound her wrists together and managed to throw the second cuff over the opposite bed post at the head of the bed. She was loosely bound to the bed lying at an angle from corner to corner and not in a hurry to be free. I saw lotions and whips, a blindfold, a collar, a ball gag, nipple clamps and odds and ends spread on the sheet and she was looking right at me and smiling. I wanted to explain that this stuff wasn't mine but her look of pleasure masked my every effort. I picked up the blindfold and covered her eyes. I took a pair of nipple clamps and fastened them tightly to her breasts. I leaned forward, kissed each nipple above the clamp and then rolled her over and kissed her scented ass. She was shaking and started to say something as I rolled her onto her back. I teased her open mouth with my cock while keeping it only near enough for her tongue to occasionally reach its head. Next I climbed onto the bed above her knees and moved forward until my cock was at her mouth. She struggled to get free and then I squeezed her cheeks to open her mouth and shove my cock in. She moaned and eagerly took me in and began to tease and suck it. I helped by driving in deep and then retracting. Again and again I plundered her mouth and her body writhed and responded in approval. Her free leg moved wildly and finally, my patience fully tested, I dove in for a taste. Her free leg wrapped over my neck as I began my work. Her taste and scent were unbelievably sensual, her moans loud in approval and her knee forceful in its demand. Oral is a must with me and I really work to give at least as much as I get. I knew although she'd had a head start that I could distract her. Distract her mind in giving my oral. Soon I felt her mouth relax and felt her breathing increase while trying to draw air from around me into her heaving lungs. The result was cooling of the saliva on my shaft and I slowly withdrew it as I watched her breasts with hunger in my eyes. When she realized I was coming out she tried to follow with her head but I was now well into giving her a deeply satisfying, lengthy and continuous climax. My mouth and tongue were into a ritual of pleasure as I moved my hands and my fingers to enter and extend her passion. I heard her crying my name and unable to see it she was begging for my cock. At this point I knew it was secondary for her and would be for long moments yet. Giving head is an art for a man and requires dedication, stamina and a love of his work. The first substantial release of her fluids was my reward and I hurried to keep up with their flow. It was our first time together really and still I managed to find her desires, her pleasures and her lust almost completely. She had a depth of passion that few women ever have or develop perhaps the reason she had the little flair for bondage. When I'd finished and had drained her the best that I could for the moment I lay beside her and enjoyed the look of her body. She was beautiful in the dim light of the room. Her breasts and ass were as beautiful as her face. She was still blindfolded and hadn't yet realized that perhaps there was more to come. Finally as she regained composure I heard her call my name asking where I'd gone and yet I was right beside her. Instead of telling her I inserted the ball gag and then I blew a soft breath against a nipple and when I heard her muffled giggle. I removed the nipple clamps one at a time and watched as she responded to the pleasure as blood spilled once more into them. When she was ready I picked up a soft cat of nine and began dragging it across her body and probing with the handle and teasing with the tails. She was smiling around the gag and had begun to move when I raised it and flailed her breasts lightly. Her intake of air signaled an understanding and then I increased the force as I applied it. Soon her breasts were red and warm from the whipping and I rolled her onto her tummy and began the same ritual on her shoulders, back, ass and thighs. She was bordering on rosy when I stopped and selected a scented cooling cream and began to apply it liberally. My hands massaged each tiny welt and my mouth kissed it. I continued with a deep massage before turning her again and this time I kissed her breasts both before and after the cream. She was almost quiet but I could see her hands opening and clenching as I worked. I removed the gag and an occasional sigh escaped her lips. When I reached her tummy I continued downward and spread her thighs. I used the whip again on her mons and lips being careful in its application, and finally I took a warming cream and applied it liberally to the reddened area and into her pussy. I circled her everywhere working the cream in deep and then waited until I knew she's felt the warmth. I dropped and spread her pussy and blew soft streams of cooling air across it before finally yielding to the temptation that had been luring me since I'd entered the room. I moved to a position under her while turning her to face me. She was still bound and I used my hands to hold my cock and stroke her pussy until I was hot and lubed. I lifted her easily and guided her on. As she sank on me she started describing what she felt, what she needed and what I was doing right. She told me what I had already done and all the time she talked her body increased tempo and demand. Soon we were working together. I used my hands on her hips and rolled her sideways and then slid her sideways and pulled her up and pushed her down. I lifted her and I dropped her and each time was new and better, and perfect. She told me each time as she prepared to cum and each time I reached for her rosebud, or her clit, or a nipple until I too was ready to cum. Now she begged me to release my composure and fill her and then quickly to untie her. But this time just as I began to release I had no composure and I ran a finger deep alongside my throbbing cock increasing the fill within her and finding the g-spot that my head was riding against. I circled my head and brought more of the pressure from my head against that perfect spot. As I climaxed she did too. It was harder and more rewarding than all of the times previous and that knowledge was my own pleasure spot as I truly exploded within her. She rode me down and cried the entire time with the pleasure of release and satisfaction. Road Rage As we settled back I lifted the cuff over the bedpost and then released the Velcro around her wrist and lifted her blindfold. The intensity of light after the total blindfold was a momentary shock and then she was staring. Her eyes found me and then dropped to my face and her mouth found mine in a long, long passion-filled kiss. We fit well together. Road Rage For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by cars. Not just any car mind you, but the sixties muscle cars. Being a boy in that era, it was easy to recognize each and every make and model. Hot Rod magazine was my bible, and drag racing was my ambition. My dreams were filled by thoughts of when I would be old enough to buy the car of my dreams. My dream car changed almost every time the new models went on the showroom floor. Mustangs, GTOs, Chevy supersports, 442s, and Camaros were my passion. As I got older, the gas crunch put an end to the muscle car era. Detroit had stopped producing the high horse powered monsters, and concentrated on more economical autos. It was sad to see, but I took it like a man and cried my eyes out. In high school, I found a replacement for my fantasies, GIRLS! The sleek lines that made my tongue hang out were not made of steel anymore, they were living breathing flesh. Some were built for racing, and others were decked out for comfort. While I was in college, I picked up a little red Italian job, with a wicked set of headlights and the shapeliest trunk I have ever seen. I'd read about this type for years, but when you're in love you over look the obvious flaws. She was hard to start and required constant maintenance, but when she was wound up, man what a ride. Justine and I got married a year after we graduated. It was a big Italian family wedding with some crazy Irish relatives thrown in to keep things interesting. That explains the red headed Italian, I guess. Me, I'm pure white bread, just a typical California boy, named Scott. It's been a pretty average life for Ju and me. We worked our asses off to pay for the house and put our boy through school. Ju manages an insurance agency, and I work in corporate America for a large bank. Our house is on the last few years of its mortgage, and our boy Joe is out of college on his own now. Life's pressures should be easing up on us, but something has gone wrong lately in our marriage. We seem to be at odds with each other a lot. Ju has always been hot blooded and has a temper, but this all seems different. It's like she is trying to start fights on purpose lately. I can't help but get the feeling that there is no real point to some of the things she says and does, things just seem to come out of left field. It's not like her at all to be so out of control. There have been other changes too, like the lack of sex and intimacy. We have always enjoyed being around one another and just holding hands while we watch a movie. These days though, Ju seems to avoid me like I have a disease. I can't even remember the last time we made love, there is sex occasionally, but there is not much love involved. Ju has been having problems sleeping at night, but sometimes on weekends, she'll sleep until late in the afternoon. Her eating habits have changed as well, she picks at her food and has no appetite at all. I have asked her to see a doctor but she insists that she is fine. When I told her how worried I was about her, she told me to leave it alone, that she was ok. Being the optimistic type, my head told me things would work themselves out if I didn't push too hard. I wasn't going to give her any reason to fly off into another tantrum. I would ride out the storm, so to speak. Ju has been the best thing to happen in my life, she's my world. We were coming up on our twenty-fifth anniversary. It was time to really do something special for the both of us. With more time and money available these days, my plan was to build a car and take a couple of weeks touring the country with no set agenda. It would be a time for us to rebuild what we once had. Building a car would give me something to concentrate on besides Ju always bitching at me. I had worked on cars when I was young, it wouldn't be easy but it was do-able for me. I found a real nice '67 Mustang fastback for sale by a guy I had known for years. Bobby was a motorhead that I'd know since high school, and one hell of a mechanic. He offered to help with anything I couldn't do myself. Ju didn't take my new car purchase very well, she seemed to hate it from the day it was towed into our garage. Buying the car as a surprise for our anniversary, the reason for buying the car had to be kept a secret. She saw it as some kind of threat to her. I couldn't even begin to figure out why. She kept at me about wasting all of my time on that hunk of junk, as she called it. "If you wanted a car, why don't you just buy one?" she asked. "Ju, that's not what this is about. It's not only a car, it's something I've wanted since I was a kid." "What, now you want to be a kid again? Is that what this is about, some kind of mid-life crisis or something?" "No, but why do you begrudge me this? It's something I want to do." "Well, you spend all of your time out here these days, and this has to be costing a fortune." "You mean like those two hundred dollar shoes that you have never even bothered to take out of the box? How about the eight hundred dollar dress you've never worn?" "That's different and you know it." "Why is that different? Did you come out here to start an argument? If you did you're in the wrong place. Building this car makes me happy, and god knows, there's been precious little happiness around this house for the last few months." "So just what the fuck do you mean by that?" "You know exactly what I mean. I can't do anything these days that pleases you. If anybody should be confused, it's me. I want to know where the woman I married went, and who is that bitch living in our house now?" "Am I really that bad?" "To be honest, yes. I barely know who you are anymore. You're always getting mad for no good reason, and you have begun treat me like you hate me," answering her with a sigh. Her face softened, "Scotty, I'm sorry. I don't mean to treat you this way, it's, well, I don't know why I'm doing it," she said with a whimper. "Baby, I'm not saying these things to hurt you. I love you with all of my heart, but do you think maybe we should see someone and get some help?" The look in her eyes told me I had probably gone too far. "Scott, I'm not crazy. I'll be fine." She kissed me on the cheek and walked back in the house. I knew now that there were bad times to come. Ju would never give up, and let me win an argument that easy. Her heritage wouldn't allow it. After being married for so many years, I knew it wasn't over, not by a long shot. At dinner that night, the old Ju made an appearance. It was wonderful to have her back even for a few minutes. She sat with me and we talked, I mean we really talked about some of the great times that we'd had. We cuddled on the couch after dinner and Ju leaned in to kiss my neck. Slowly and gently, her lips grazed across my throat up to my chin. Her hands cradled the back of my head, as she tenderly ran her tongue along my lips. Justine gripped the hair on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to hers. Her tongue pushed past my lips with need, the force surprised me. I returned the kiss with passion, and ran my hands under her shirt to her breasts. She gasped for air, and pulled my head to her chest circling her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Ju seemed to revel in my touch, my hands roaming her upper body, my hard wet kisses leaving marks on her neck. Slowly, each button of her shirt popped as my fingers opened them. My lips moved lower with each pop. My tongue streaked her skin with saliva, and I took the time to gently blow on the moisture. The coolness created goose bumps all over her body, and sent chills up her spine. Justine's nipples protruded like gumdrops, and were sweet to the taste, as I sucked them each in turn. Ju was breathing heavily, almost a pant. "Ooh Scotty, yes. Right there, mmm, suck on them," she gasped. I laid Ju's body gently on the couch, and slid her jeans and panties off. She arched her back, to help me in my task. I knelt before her and admired her body, still beautiful, still toned, then I ran my hands up her thighs to spread her legs. My mouth probed her outer lips, as they had so many times. Her head was thrashing side to side, her hips thrusting, begging me to taste her clit. Relenting from the tease, I spread my tongue and lapped at her little bud. Her body tensed, she pulled my head to her quivering cunt as I changed from licking, and sucked hard on her clit. Her fingers pulled at my hair as she quaked with spasms. Ju pushed away my head and whispered, "No more Scotty, oh god... no more." As she caught her breath, I laid with my head on her stomach gently kissing her while she recovered. Ju then stood me up to remove my pants, she was in too big of a hurry to worry about my shirt. She forced me back on to the seat, squatting to kiss my nearly hard shaft. Ju ran her tongue lazily along the ridges of my hardening cock. She pumped up and down with her tiny hands, while taking the head into her mouth. This was ecstasy, she continued to suck until I could stand it no more. I shot spurts of my seed, flooding her mouth. Justine looked up at me, and our eyes met. I could just make out a smile, with my cock still in her mouth. What a sexy sight that was. It was like we were twenty again, we made love until early in the morning. Justine slept in my arms, what an incarnation from the shrew she had been just the day before. Her mood was short lived though, and there were many ups and down to come. After several months of hard work, the Mustang looked beautiful. The engine was the last thing to be completed, and the car would be ready for me to give to her just in time for our twenty-fifth. Saturday and Sunday, the engine was installed. All that remained was a few odds and ends, like wiring and hoses and belts. The next few evenings had the Mustang purring like a kitten. I was so proud of myself, and maybe Ju would be too when I handed her the keys. I was hoping that she would see how much effort and love went in to this for her. The '67 was better than new, I hoped the same for our sagging relationship. Our anniversary was on Saturday. I got home Friday only to find a message on the answering machine from Ju that she would be late. It was early, there would be no better time to take the car out for a test drive. The car handled like a dream, it was responsive and ran perfectly. I got on the freeway only to get caught in stalled traffic. My oil pressure was good and the temperature gauge read 160 degrees. Every thing was better than I had hoped. The traffic hadn't moved for a few minutes. I glanced over into the car next to me, and to my surprise, the driver of that car had a woman's head bobbing up and down in his lap. I had to laugh a little at what kind of crazy things you see on the road today. God, what would it be like to get a blowjob in broad daylight. Hell, what would it be like to have sex of any kind, I wondered. We sat for a few more minutes, the oral sex in the next car seemed to be coming to its logical conclusion. The woman sat up and turned her head towards me. I guess Ju was as shocked at seeing me, as I was at learning she was the woman giving the blowjob. We stared at each other until she turned her head away in panic and puked on the dashboard. What the fuck had just happened? This couldn't be real, it was some kind of sick hallucination. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me. Justine wouldn't do this to me, would she? It would sure explain her attitude as of late. Goddamn her, I wanted to be home, and I wanted to be there right fucking now. My foot hit the gas just as I jammed the shifter into low gear and dumped the clutch. Luckily the car had been in the right lane, so I tore off down the shoulder to the next exit. The Mustang flew by the accident that had been holding back the traffic. The road was clear ahead, I swerved back onto the pavement just as I hit second gear. I forgot about going home all together. When I shifted to third, the car was doing about seventy. At ninety, I pulled the shifter into forth. The Mustang had hit its stride at a hundred and twenty where the speedometer stopped keeping track. A couple of exits later, the highway patrol tried to chase me. I floored the gas pedal, and pulled away from them. I wasn't even thinking at this point, by now I was out of the city and passing cars on the open road. My jaws were clinched so tight my teeth hurt, and my knuckles were white from my death grip on the steering wheel. Every once in a while I would fly by another waiting patrol car, but the '67 would leave them standing. It was apparent by now that I was in some pretty deep shit, but it wouldn't be as bad as what I faced at home when I saw Ju again. The anger rose in my throat like bile. I had never in my entire life experienced rage I was now consumed with. My instinct was to kill, to crush, and lash out for the pain I was feeling. The adrenaline of the speed, only served to fuel the fire I felt inside. One wrong move would put an end to it all, should I, could I? God Ju, why? What had brought us to this? By this time, the tears in my eyes made it hard to see, and the sane part of me told me to pull over or somebody was going to get hurt. My foot lifted off of the pedal, and the car slowed and coasted to a stop at the side of the road. I sat behind the wheel, and waited for the cops. Why had I let this get out of hand. I had my license and insurance ready when they finally showed up. They cuffed me and took me to jail. I was allowed to call somebody to post my bail, so I called Jason my attorney. I was booked for public endangerment and evading a police officer. When Jason picked me up, the officer at the desk handed me a ticket for speeding and reckless driving. On the way home, I told Jason he should be prepared to file for a divorce. I explained the whole situation to him, and he advised me not to do anything stupid that would be hard to undo later. I promised him to keep my head, and only talk to Ju. The anger that I had initially felt, was left out on the highway. For the first time ever, I hoped that Justine would not be there. I have never had to deal with this type of feeling before. Even when we were fighting, I'd never dreaded seeing her. I was treading on new ground, so I prepared myself for the worst when I confronted Ju. She was sitting on the couch when I opened the door. She looked at me with fear in her eyes, it was plain to see that she had not slept the night before and had been crying. I walked past her to the kitchen without saying a word. It had been a long night in jail, and I needed some coffee. The pot was on so I poured a cup and sat down at the table. Ju was standing in the doorway waiting for me to say something. I looked up at her, not knowing where to start. "Do you want some?" I said nodding to my cup. "No, I've had enough." "So Justine, how did we get to this place in our marriage?" "Scotty, I never meant to do any thing like this, it just happened." "What part do you mean that just happened? The end of our marriage, the affair, what part Justine? Which part just happened?" I said raising my voice. " All of it, I can't explain it to you. I don't know why myself." "I don't buy that, things have been going down hill for a long time now. You didn't wake up yesterday, and decide to put an end to us did you? Is it over now, Justine?" I asked with as much control as I could manage. "Don't keep saying it's over, Scotty. I love you, you have to give me a chance," she broke down and was crying now. "A chance to do what, Justine? What's next? The only thing you haven't done is say it's my fault. Is that next?" I couldn't look at her anymore right now, I went to the spare bedroom and closed the door. Sleep wouldn't come, my eyes were fixed on the ceiling. The white plaster was like a movie screen, with a never-ending loop of Ju in that other man's lap. I wanted it to stop, but no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't go away. God, what a wonderful way to spend your twenty-fifth anniversary, alone with a broken heart. After two hours of that endless porno in my head, I got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. Ju was still sitting at the table, she seemed to be somewhere else in her mind though. She didn't move, it was as if she had been cast in stone. I wanted to strangle her at that moment, but oddly, out of pity and love I wished to hold -her and comfort her at the same time. Were we both losing our fucking minds? How could I still feel the need to help her after yesterday? I couldn't figure out why. We sat at the table, I tried to will her to look up at me, to give me some sign of recognition. I wanted her to tell me what had gone wrong, to some how make the pain go away. I had no idea what tomorrow held for us, but we were certainly not doing any good sitting where we were. I gathered Ju up into my arms and carried her to our bed. She clung to me like a frightened child, which is probably how she felt, I know I did. Laying Ju softly on the bed, I tried to get away from her embrace. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck. I just didn't have the will to fight her right then, so let her hold me and cry onto my shoulder. This was as close as we had been for weeks, I fought the urge to get up and run. The emotions were tearing at my insides. Justine had been with another man, and had treated me like an outsider. I had stood by and let it happen, we should have faced this together, what ever it was. Why wouldn't she open up to me? Did she really not know why? The only clear thing in my mind was that we couldn't continue on this way. What ever the outcome, anything would we better than living the same way we had for the last several months. It was plain to me that I still loved Ju, but I didn't like who she had become. Thinking about the future, with Ju still holding on to me. I considered my options. Divorce, that would be the surest route. Get out while you can, cut your loses. Run for the hills. No. that wasn't the answer, at least until we got to the bottom of all this. I owed that to her, and I owed it to myself to be able to say I did all that was possible. We both deserved to know what went wrong after twenty four years of happiness. I certainly wasn't ready to forgive her yet, but there was more to it than I saw on the surface. I had to do the right thing for both of us. I had to be strong for both of our sakes. I had never seen Ju in this condition before, she was always strong and sure of herself, yet now she seemed to be an emotional cripple. What kind of man would I be to walk out on her, in the condition she was in? Personally, I never put much stock in counselors. It was very hard for me to wrap my head around the idea of spilling my guts on the floor in front of a stranger. It was hard enough to talk to Ju about my own feelings, but what really did I have to lose? A few weeks or months of therapy or counseling might let me live again, one way or another. With some sense of direction, I drifted off to sleep for a while. Ju was still holding on to me for dear life. I knew what I had decided, but what about her? What does Ju want to do? Will she accept what I had chosen? She had totally rejected the idea, the last time that I had mentioned it. I was pretty sure that it was the end for us if she wouldn't go with me on this. It was actually very easy. Justine came to me with essentially the same plan. "Scotty, I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I don't know what possessed me to treat you so badly. I know I don't deserve you, but I need your help, more now than ever." "Yes." "But you don't even know what I'm asking." "Ok, go ahead and ask. But I think I know where this is going. I had a lot of time to think about it, and you, no, we, need to see someone to get to the bottom of all of this." Road Rage "Do you mean it? I don't deserve it, but will you do that with me?" "Ju, please don't get the wrong idea. I'm not saying every thing is going to be ok. But I won't give up yet, not until I know what went wrong." "That's all I could ever wish for," she said with a look of hope in her eyes. "Ju, I need to know, who was he, and how many times you slept with him?" "Don't make me tell you about it, I beg you Scott. I'm so sorry, but I just want to forget it." "Ju, if there is going to be a chance for us, you have to be honest with me. If you start lying about things now, it's over." "Scotty please, you've already been to jail because of me once. I won't lie to you, but I don't want you to get into any more trouble." "Justine, this isn't an option. Tell me, I was humiliated by that man. I don't even know if I will do anything, but I have to know." "It was my boss. He talked me into going to a hotel with him, and the only thing that happened, well, you saw that. If you say anything to him, I'll lose my job." "Fuck the job Ju, do you really think I would let you work there after this? I don't want you to contact him again, ever. I'll take care of it, there are millions of jobs out there. Unless you feel that your job is more important to you than I am. If that's the case tell me, and I'll be gone in an hour." "No, Scotty, I didn't even think. You're right of course. Oh god, I wish none of this had ever happened." "Well, I do too, but it did. But we can't go back now," I said and walked away. I arranged to take a weeks vacation from work. Jason, my lawyer, gave me the name of a marriage counselor that he said was very good. We had an appointment set up for Thursday. To Ju's dismay, I moved into the guest bedroom. I didn't want to be around her that much right now. There was still anger inside me, but I didn't want it to show. Now, I don't want you to think that I'm the macho type that runs around kicking people's asses, because that's not me. But I had something to settle with Jeff Sims, Ju's boss. I don't know what was going through Ju's mind when she agreed to go to that motel with him, but in any case, he had no right to even ask. Jeff hadn't caused all the problems that Ju and I had, but he was guilty of sexual harassment. I couldn't let Ju take the blame by herself for that. I didn't exactly burst into Jeff's office, but then again I didn't ask for an appointment either. He couldn't have been real surprised to see me, but there was a look that told me that he had been worried about our eventual confrontation. I took a chair without invitation, it wasn't his meeting, it was mine. "Jeff, you probably have an idea why I'm here. Let's cut through all of the bullshit, and get down to what I want." "Ok, you tell me why you barged into my office unannounced," he said sitting back trying to act confident and in charge. "Justine will no longer be working here." "Well, that's just fine by me. It saves the trouble of firing her." "If you will just cut me a check for her severance pay, I can be on my way." "Severance? You have to be out of your fucking head." "Well, it's not the first time I've been accused of that. Maybe we should just say it would be in your best interest to pay up before we file the sexual harassment suit. You know how messy those things can get. I'd say about two hundred and fifty thousand should be about right." "You're fucking crazy! I won't pay you a dime. She came on to me, it was her idea to go to that hotel, not mine. Anyway, you can't prove anything, it's all he said, she said. Her word against mine." "Oh, and don't forget mine as well Jeff old boy. Did you forget what I saw in your car that day? How does your wife feel about that, huh?" "You leave her out of this, this has nothing to do with her." "Well then, write the check and we'll leave her in the dark. Oh, and believe me, you don't want to see what will happen to your life if I have to make a call to Justine's family." "What the fuck has her family got to do with this?" he said with an agitated tone. "Oh, didn't you know? Justine is very Italian, and very connected, if you catch my drift." "You're full of shit." "Ok, don't say I didn't warn you. I'll give you until next Friday to pay up. If I were you, I would get all my ducks in a row, and make sure your insurance is up to date." "Get the fuck out of here!" "That went pretty well," I thought to myself. As I left Jeff's office I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Ju's brother Mario. He answered on the fist ring, "Mario's Pizza." "Mario, its Scott. Hey man I need a little favor are you busy?" "You know I'm busy, this place don't run by itself. But I got time for you." "Ok man, I'll be there in ten. See you then." Mario wasn't connected, but you guessed that. We went over what I needed him to do. It was simple, just pay Jeff a visit at his house the next day. Mario told me he would take Timmy with him, one of Ju's crazy Irish cousins. Timmy, not only was crazy, he looked the part. What would Jeff think when a fat Italian, and a crazy Irishman with frizzy red hair, showed up on his doorstep? Ju was still moping around like she had lost her puppy. We were civil to one another, but it was difficult sometimes. She was sorry for her actions, that was plain to see. But I couldn't bring myself to just let things go. There were issues far deeper than what had gone on between her and Jeff. Wednesday morning, Ju drove me to the impound yard to pick up the Mustang. Seven hundred dollars later I pulled out onto the street. Mario should be back from his visit with Jeff by now, so I dropped by to see how it had gone. Mario and Tim were drinking a beer while they laughed and talked. I pulled up a chair. Mario was the first to notice and greeted me, "Scott, I was just about to call you." "Well, how did it go?" "Oh, fine." "Just fine?" I questioned. "Yeah, fine," he couldn't hold back the smile any longer. "Did he buy it?" "Well, he looked like he was going to shit his pants when I told him that I was Justine's brother, and was collecting donations for the Italian American relief society," he chuckled. "What'd he do?" "He wrote me a check for five hundred." "You're shitting me?" "Nope, show him the check Timmy." Tim pulled a folded check out and grinned. Mario got up to get some more beer. I'll bet Jeff got one look at these guys, and became a believer. Mario asked me what to do with the check, so I told him to get Timmy a haircut. Ju was filling out the pre-interview questionnaire for our meeting the next day with the marriage councilor. I poured us both a coke, and sat down with her. Without saying a word, Ju pushed some papers toward me and smiled. We worked in silence for an hour. She looked into my eyes and whispered, "Thank you Scott." "For what?" "For everything," she said softly as she rose and went off to bed. Thankful that she had chosen to leave it at that, I climbed the stairs for bed myself. She could have seduced me so easily just then. In a weak moment, I would have made love to her if she had wanted me. She chose not to use that tact on me, and I was grateful. We both needed to trust each other, now more than ever. The councilor's name was Ed, he was a big burly bear of a man. With his white hair and beard, he reminded me of a plus size Santa Claus. I hoped that I didn't have to sit on his lap. Ju was nervous, but Ed put her at ease pretty quickly. Ed greeted us and told us to keep things as casual as we felt comfortable with. "So, before we get into why you're here today, I want to tell you both what I expect from you. The most important thing, is the truth. Don't either of you try to dress things up to protect the others feelings. If we are to get to the root issues, the brutal truth must be revealed." "Secondly, to avoid confrontation, please try not to interrupt. You will have your chance to speak, please just listen and we will get to your feelings when the other is through talking. And lastly don't expect miracles, this could take some time. Be patient." "Now Justine, tell me what do you want from our meeting?" "I want my life back, I want Scott to love me again," she said holding back the tears. "Ok fair enough, Scott, how about you?" "Well, I want to know what happened to cause Justine to act so differently in the last six months. She is not the same woman that I have lived with for most of my life." "That's a pretty realistic expectation, Scott. But how do you see this resolving at the end of our sessions?" "Well, it depends on how this all comes out I suppose. I'm not going to blow smoke, I don't know right now." "Ok Scott, I've studied both of your profiles, but I want you to tell me if you are committed to try to work out the problems in your marriage, or are you using this forum to resolve your own fears and doubts? Do you want your marriage to work?" "Just what the fuck are you saying? That I'm not here for the right reasons?" "No Scott, not at all. From what I have read, Justine wants to fix a broken marriage. On the other hand, what I get from you so far is that you want to know why it broke in the first place. You don't indicate any thing about fixing things after you get what you want." Yeah, that was a slap in the face. Justine talked most of the session. She told Ed about her work stress and our home life. When she mentioned the lack of libido and her insomnia, Ed started taking some notes. I felt like an observer some times, like watching some sick television reality show. At the end of the session, Ed handed a sheet of paper to Ju. He wanted her to see a doctor that he had suggested, there were a list of tests for the doctor to run on her. It's hard for me to express how I felt about our first meeting with Ed. My normal self was becoming pessimistic, Ed's focus on my part angered me. What the fuck did I do? This wasn't my fault, I hadn't broken my wedding vows. This was about Ju, she needed the help. I was there to support her, what the hell! Justine walked out of Ed's office with hope, I walked out with confusion. Ju was going to see a doctor, I was going to see a bartender. God damn it, I need a beer and some time alone. The first beer was good, but after spending the night in jail once this week, I packed it in and wheeled the Mustang out on the road. Driving calmed my nerves, I headed towards the mountains on the two-lane road. The feeling from the car winding down the road was serene. The curves in the road didn't leave me with time to think, I was able to leave my troubles in the rear view mirror. My troubles were behind me, at least until I got home. Justine was waiting for me. "Scott, could we talk for a while?" What now I thought, "Sure, I'm going to get a coke. Would you like something?" "Thank you, no," she waited for me to return. I sat down and waited for her to start bitching, "Scott, I was thinking about the session at Ed's. I'm scared Scott, Ed asked you something today that I never even thought about. Please Scotty, I need the truth, are you going to leave me?" tears streaked her mascara as she asked. "The truth? Justine I can't even begin to answer that. A lot has happened to me this week, for that matter, the last six months. Some things I'll get past, others may never go away. It's been one thing after another, I haven't had too much time to sort it out yet." "Scotty, I love you. It may not have seemed like it lately, but please believe me it's true. I'd like to tell you that I'll never hurt you again, but I can't. It's not that I want to do these things to you, they just happen. I know you don't understand what's going on, I don't either," she said, as she took my hands in hers. She paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "I hate myself for hurting you, I would do any thing to take it all back. There are no words to tell you how sorry I truly am, for Jeff, for the shitty way I've been treating you, for all of it. Every day I tell myself that it won't happen today." I didn't know what to say, my mouth was dry, and words had deserted me. I resisted the temptation to hold her in my arms, my brain told me that might send the wrong message. Justine knelt before me, and held my hands to her cheek. Her voice was trembling as she spoke, "Scott, no matter what you decide, I want for you to be happy. I won't ask you to forgive me, I can't, after the way I acted. I want more than anything to grow old at your side, but only if that's what you want. If you decide you need to leave to be happy, I'll understand," she left me sitting, as she left the room. Fuck, had she now resorted to psychological warfare? Well, it was working. I was moved almost to tears by what she had told me. She was sincere, you don't live with someone as long as we had, without knowing the plain honest truth. As if I didn't have enough on my mind already, my brain was in overload now. I went to work the next week. But for all I got accomplished I may have well of stayed home. Ju and I, met with Ed again on Thursday. He had Justine's test results back from the doctor. Ed said to both of us, "After our meeting last week, I had hunch about what we were looking at. The test results confirm it. Justine has a condition known as Bipolar Disorder, it's also known as manic depression. The good news is that it is very treatable with medication and therapy. Justine will have to see a psychiatrist for a period of time, to work on some of her inner struggles. The medication will take a while to take effect, a week perhaps, maybe up to a month. Now, do you have any questions?" We both asked a lot of questions. Ju's symptoms were all pretty much in line with her condition. Every thing fit like the pieces in a puzzle. All except one thing, I just couldn't buy it. The things I had been put through over the last half a year, all made better by a pill? No fucking way. Ed sensed my defensiveness, "Scott, you seem to be having a hard time taking this all in." I was shook from my thoughts as he spoke directly to me, "Well, yeah. It's not clear, I guess I see things in a black and white world. This all seems to let Justine off the hook for everything, you haven't had to live with her. The mood swings, the attacks on me and her affair, lets not forget about that..." Justine cut me off at that. "Scott, it wasn't an affair! It was one time..." now I interrupted too. "Yeah, one time. How many times would it have been if I hadn't caught you?" Ed broke in, "That's enough, were not here to argue. Remember the rules. Scott, I want to talk to you alone next session, Justine will talk to her psychiatrist next week, I've taken the liberty to set up an appointment." Things were pretty quiet at home that night, not surprising after our little spat today. Justine and I ate dinner in silence, she tried to act normally, I wasn't having any part of it. Was I just supposed to take this bullshit explanation, and forget Ju's behavior? That's the rub I got today. At ten the next morning, guess who showed up at my office? Go ahead, just take a guess. Jeff, I figured I'd never see that slime ball again. Shit, I'd forgotten all about the deadline I'd given him. I quickly got back in the game. "So, what brings you here today? Did you come to fuck my secretary?" Ignoring my sarcasm, "I'll get right to the point. I've given this some thought, and you were right about one thing. It would be in my best interest to settle things with you. I'm here to make an offer." "Ok, so make it. I'm busy." "Alright, two hundred thousand, and a signed waiver." "I said two fifty, and what is this waiver bullshit?" "Ok, two fifty, but I have to have the waiver to protect myself from any further actions. Deal?" "When I see the money, we have a deal." He produced the envelope with the check inside. I guess he knew I wasn't backing down. The lower offer was a bluff. I called my secretary to witness my signature on the waiver Jeff had brought with him. I chuckled to myself after Jeff was gone, I never expected him to pay up. Justine was surprised when I handed her the check, she hadn't known any thing about what I'd said to Jeff. I think the reality sunk in that we had nothing to celebrate about. It should have been a happy moment, but we both knew why we had the money. Justine had a look of embarrassment, the check in her hand silently spoke the words, "This is the reward for cheating on your husband." The next week, Ed cornered me. He knew where I was coming from, and tried to get me to let it out. "Scott, you have some hard choices to make regarding your marriage. I think you can see that this is up to you, I don't have a magic pill for you to take. The only thing I can do for you is to help you with information, but ultimately, you will have to be the one that chooses the outcome." "Ed, I'm a banker, I know the formulas, two plus two equals four. It's easy, every thing adds up, there are debits and credits, and it all balances in the end. This medical thing makes no sense to me." Ed sat back in his chair, and stoked his beard in thought. After a minute of me watching him, he finally spoke, "Ok, the medical part I think I can explain in terms that may make sense to you. The other things you are dealing with may take more time, but we'll try." "First of all Scott. I want you to imagine for a moment, there are two different accounts that Justine uses for business. Are you with me so far?" he asked and I nodded, "Good, in these accounts there should be equal amounts of money. Account one is the happy account, and account two is the sad account. When both the happy and sad are even, Justine is balanced and all is well. When either account is less than the other, Justine is manic or depressed respectively." "Ok Ed, so the medication manages her accounts for her?" "Exactly. It keeps her balanced. It's a lot more complex than that, but I think you get the picture without clouding the issue. We are dealing with two different behavior patterns, both caused by the same chemical imbalance." "So, she doesn't really know, I mean it's not her fault?" "No, not really, she isn't in control. She has no idea which mood will be in charge at any given time." "What causes the imbalance?" "That's for the psychiatrist to find out, there are many things that can trigger it. When he gets to the base problem, he'll help her deal with it." "Will she be the same again?" "Well, you have to define that term. Will she be well? I think so. The same as before? No, I don't think either of you will be the same. Your relationship has been traumatized, and there will be scars for a long time to come. I'm not saying they won't heal, but it won't happen overnight." "I guess that's what I fear the most, I want what we had, not something new and unknown." "Scott, you better get used to that idea. I'm afraid that what ever you choose to do, you'll be treading on new territory. If you choose divorce, you will be forced to start a new life on your own. Reconciliation will be much the same, you will be rebuilding your life, but Justine will be helping you." "Ed, I just don't know how to forget the hurt." "You may never be able to forget it completely, but the memories will fade. Scott, as a banker, do you lose all faith in a mutual fund when it drops a point or two? Or do you watch it closely, and protect your investments? You have a huge investment in Justine, don't make any snap judgements. I will be out of town next week, and I would like to see both of you in two weeks. Try to rationalize all of your problems, I think you can eliminate a lot of the things on you mind." It was time to get away, I needed time alone to sort out my feelings. It was too hard to think with Ju around me. I packed a few things into the Mustang, and said goodbye to Justine. As I got in to the car, I could see the pain in her face. Would this be the last time we parted as man and wife? I was off to Reno, no, not for a divorce. Road Rage I'd wanted to go to the car show in Reno for years, Hot August Nights, brings in car enthusiasts from all over the country. Over five thousand antique and muscle cars would be there, and my Mustang would be one of them. The city was covered with hot rods, I should be in heaven. People roamed the streets looking at the beautiful old cars. The thing that brought me down was, because most of them were couples. They were guys cruising with their best girls, and couples holding hands, remembering their younger days. I was suddenly sad that I had no one to share the experience with. Justine would have loved this. Saturday night, everyone in the city was partying, except me. I was sitting alone in my room feeling sorry for myself. I was about to call Ju, partly because I'd told her I would, and mostly because I was missing her. I don't know why, but I changed my mind. In an instant of self pity, I left my room and went to the hotel bar. Have you ever wanted to be by yourself, but not alone? Does that make any sense to you? It was the way I felt that night. I was becoming a basket case, my world was crumbling before my eyes and I couldn't seem to put my fingers on it to hold it together. I'd been telling myself for weeks, Scott, be strong, you can do this, it's just a phase in your life. But I wasn't certain any longer. I was drinking whiskey as fast as the bartender could serve it. Yeah, that's it Scott, jump in the bottle and drown yourself. Fuck, I felt pathetic, a middle aged man sitting at this ridiculous bar alone. Everyone else was having the time of their lives, but not me. A few minutes later, I found not everyone was enjoying themselves. Well, actually, she found me. I suppose that two people, in the same mood amongst all of this parting, we were bound to collide. She was every bit as drunk as me, which was next to unconscious. We mostly stared at each other for the better part of an hour. "So, what's your story?" she slurred. "I really don't want to talk about it. How about you? Would you rather drink or talk?" "Ok, shut up and order another round, and I'll talk." "Ok, I'm Scott, by the way," I said with no real conviction. "Jennifer," she held her hand out, and I shook lightly. "You don't seem to be here for the party, do you live around here?" "Yeah, for the next couple of days anyway." "So, I've been sitting next to you trying to get you to pick me up for an hour, are you gay?" The whiskey burned my nostrils, as I had been taking a drink when she asked if I was gay, I almost choked, "Wha... you thin... Fuck no, I'm not gay. I just wasn't looking for company right now." "Oh, problems with your wife?" "Something like that, but like I said before, I really don't want to talk about it." "Well, it looks like were in the same boat. My husband has ignored me all goddamned day. First it was golf, and now he talking about cars with some guy he doesn't even know. Well fuck him, he brought me here to have a good time. That's just what I intend to do, with or without him." Jennifer was a good ten years younger than I was, she was attractive, and it would seem, very available. Without another word, she grabbed my arm and pulled. I guess I was drunk enough to just follow her. It didn't even register in my mind what was happening until we were in the elevator. She was taking me to her room. Jennifer was all over me, as we ascended to the sixth floor. I could hardly walk as she dragged me by the hand, rushing to her room. We must have been in the hallway for five minutes before the card-lock on the door cooperated enough to let us in. This was by far too crazy for me, even in my drunken stupor. Jennifer only made it as far as the bed before she passed out. I probably couldn't explain to you why I stayed. There was something inside telling me not to leave her here alone. So, I took up residence in the chair by the window. As the hours rolled by, I sobered up, Jennifer was still splattered on the bed, sleeping motionlessly. It must have been a little after five when the door opened and quietly shut. The man froze as he saw me, he must have been dumbfounded as he remained silent. I then held a finger to my lips, indicating for him to remain quiet. I needed to talk to this guy. He had to know how close he had come to disaster. I motioned him out into the hallway with my finger still to my lips. I didn't want to chance waking Jennifer. Once in the hall, I said, " Just don't ask, we need to talk, and we need somewhere more private than this." "What's this all about?" "Just follow me, and I'll explain." We proceeded to the forth floor where my room was. I'd told him my name, and found out his was Brian. Once we had gotten seated at the table in my room, I planned to save Brian some heartache. "Look Brian, you were about a millimeter away from loosing your wife tonight, unless you are one of those guys with an open marriage?" "Hell no!" "That's what I figured, I want you to listen to me, just listen, don't talk. Brian, Jennifer is passed out, she's dead drunk. You left her alone tonight, I'm not going to tell you how to run you're life, but don't you think she deserves a little better from you? If she had picked up any other stranger, you may have walked in to something quite different than me sitting in the chair waiting for you. "She told me that you pretty much abandoned her today. I'm not one to preach to you right now, but she could be in your room with someone that may have taken advantage of her condition. How would you have felt if she was laying there naked on the bed with another man when you walked in? You don't have to answer, I already know how it feels. I haven't a clue why she chose to hit on me, but consider your self fortunate that she did." I saw a lot of Justine's behavior resembled in what had happened tonight. As I talked to Brian, I could see how she was not totally responsible for her actions. Jennifer was drunk, and acting very irrationally. If only someone would have been there to help Justine, instead of that prick Jeff. Brian sat still as I continued, "Brian, if you want to throw away your marriage, that's up to you. I was with a very sad, and very beautiful woman tonight. She's begging for a little attention on the inside, it's up to you how this ends. If I were you, I'd consider it a warning shot. You won't be so lucky the next time." "Scott, I never even thought, you're right you know. I should have seen it coming, I've been an ass. I promised to pay attention to her while we were here, I guess I have a lot of work ahead of me now to make things right." "Brian, we don't know each other, but I know what I'm talking about. You can fix your marriage pretty easily if you do it now. The longer you wait, the harder it will be." "You're right, look, are you going to be here latter? I'd like for Jennifer to meet you when she sobers up." "I appreciate the offer, but I have somewhere else I need to be. Our talk made me realize that, and I'm going to get on the road as soon as I get packed." "Scott, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You protected Jennifer and I, I'll never forget this. She means the world to me, I won't let her down again." Brian left to return to his room, I got the feeling he wasn't too sincere. I doubted he would ever change. He'd listened to what I said, but he was already trying to make another friend to hang out with. He should be spending time with his wife, but he wanted to invite me to spend some time with them. I really saw this as a bad sign, I also saw the difference between Jennifer and Justine, Jennifer had cheating on her mind before she got drunk. Justine was already impaired when it happened. Some people can't see the forest for the trees, well by god, I wasn't going to be one of them. What I had wasn't perfect, but it was whole lot better than those two looked forward to. I can't say for sure, as I'm no expert at relationships, but Brian wouldn't change and Jennifer would eventually cheat on him. It was just after six o'clock when I wheeled the Mustang onto the freeway. It would be an eight-hour drive to get home, I wanted to be there more than anywhere in the world. Reno had given me the kick in the ass I'd needed, I was glad I'd gone there, I was just as happy to see it in my rearview mirror. As I drove, my head was full of what Ed had said to me. My life had changed, it was up to me where the changes led. I thought of where I'd been, and where I was going. I decided that it was time for a something different. I wasn't the same old Scott, and there was no need to pretend to be him. The image that I'd held of my wife was now tainted, it was time for a new Justine as well. I called Ju a little after nine. I had a favor to ask her, and I had no idea how she would react to it. She surprised me, when she agreed eagerly. She was very excited that I was coming home, honestly I was too. When I pulled into the garage, Justine ran out to meet me. She was sporting the favor I had asked for, Justine's short brunette hair looked gorgeous on her. It was the very first step on a long road ahead for us, but it was a step in the right direction. Ju wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me until I couldn't breathe. God it was good to be home again, and I'm not talking about our house. We walked into the house, Ju had her arm around my waist. She looked up and said, "I've missed you so much. What do you think, is it too short?" she asked as she brushed the bangs from her eyes. "It's perfect, I love the way you look." "You must be starved, would you like a sandwich?" she asked as I sat at the kitchen table. "That would be great, I haven't eaten for a while." "Is turkey ok?" "Yeah, that's fine. Ju, I have some things to ask you, I had a lot of time to think about us on the drive home..." "I'm listening." "I've decided to quit the bank." "Ok. Would you like some soup with your sandwich?" "Did you hear me?" "Yes, your going to quit your job, is vegetable alright, or do you want chicken noodle?" "I would have thought you might have more to say, my job's been pretty important to us..." "Scotty, please. I realize what you have meant to me. If you want to do this, I'll support you. You have stood by me most of my life. It's time for me to be there for you." "Ok, now that it's settled, vegetable would be good." That was as surreal of a conversation as I'd ever had. I'd expected a fight, and I got soup. That wasn't my only surprise of the day either. Later that night while I was lying in bed, Ju came out of the bathroom naked. No, that wasn't what shocked me. The curly red bush between her legs was gone, Yep, she was shaved smooth, I'd never seen her bald pussy before. She just smiled and said, "The carpet didn't match the drapes any more, I had to do something." I hadn't slept for close to two days, but as tired as I was I managed to make love to Ju. It had been a long time for both of us, but we made up for it. I loved the way her smooth pussy tasted, It was so different that way. We had taken another giant step toward the new us. Justine's mood had changed dramatically in the last week. I had renewed hope, we could make it, I knew we could. We would be different people, this wasn't only about a new job and a new hairdo. My plan was to take a marriage that was old and rusty, and restore it to something to be proud of. I had done it to the Mustang, and with Ju's help we could make our relationship better than new. When we visited Ed on Thursday, he was genuinely surprised with the progress we'd made in the last week. The session was scheduled to start a dialog between Justine and me, but as we told Ed, we were a lot further along than that. I had moved back into our bedroom, and we were communicating at a carnal level again. The bitchy side of Ju had not reared its ugly head since she had started taking medication. We talked a little about my trip to Reno, and the turning point in my attitude. This was the first time Justine had heard about Jennifer. "Yeah, she picked me up in the bar," I stated. Justine looked over and Ed asked, "Did you ever consider what may have happened?" "Absolutely, you see, I was very intoxicated. When we got to the elevator, I realized what was happening. This was all new to me, I don't get picked up by strange women. I was a little slow on the uptake. By the time we got to her room, my brain got back into the game. I could have very easily slept with her, well maybe not in the condition we were in, but if the situation was right, and she hadn't passed out, I could have." Justine looked at the floor and asked, "Why didn't you? I wouldn't have blamed you." "Probably a lot of reasons, but the main one was you. I remembered the pain that I felt when I saw you... Well I was sober enough to know it was wrong, and I had commitments to you. Wedding vows, a lifetime together, our son, the promise to stand by you while you were trying to work through your problems and I still loved you too much to hurt you." Justine was crying now, so Ed asked, " Did you leave then?" "No, I waited for her husband to return. I talked to him about his problems, I was trying to give him a heads up before he was in the same situation as I was. It's kind of funny now, but talking to him made me realize that my problem wasn't the same as his. I won't say that what Justine did was an accident, but I know now it wasn't ever her intention to cheat on me. Jennifer was trying to use me to get back at Brian, it was intentional and hurtful." "Scotty, I'm so sorry," Ju managed to say between sobs. "Ju," I said to her, as I got on my knees and held her hands, "You've got to quit beating yourself up over this, I forgive you. If you can't let it go, it will never be over." Ed smiled, "God, I love my job when others do all the work. Scott, I'd say you've come around now, I think you have come to the conclusion life isn't as simple as yes or no. There are a lot of ifs and maybes. We can't always make decisions based on what we see, there are circumstances to factor in. " "Ed, you've taught an old dog a few things. Ju and I will be making some big changes, not only in our relationship but in our lifestyle as well. We've talked about how we were secluded in a way that we didn't even realize, there is so much more out there to experience and we want to enjoy our time together." "Justine, how do you feel about all of this?" asked Ed. "I couldn't be happier, Scott has been so wonderful. I've put him through hell, and he still loves me. I'm actually looking forward to new adventures with him." "How are you doing with your therapy?" "Well, I've only had a couple of sessions, but I'm opening up a little more each time. The doctor feels that we are making progress." "How have you been feeling overall?" "I can honestly say, I haven't felt this good in years." "Oh, by the way, I like your new hairstyle," he said, to a now blushing Justine. Ed had scheduled us for a checkup in a few months. We were doing well, he felt no need to continue our weekly meetings. We spent the rest of the day doing the things we did when we were dating. We ate lunch at a burger joint downtown, the fries were so greasy they were hard to hold, it was great. We saw an afternoon movie, neither of us could remember the last time we'd even been in a theatre. The back seat of a car is no place for old folks, but it was fun and brought back a lot of memories. When my early retirement came through, we sold our house in the suburbs. I thought Ju would have a hard time with it, but she never even looked back when we left. We moved to a small town outside of the city. Ju found a great house on a few acres, I loved it. I started construction on the shop right away. Shop? Yep, we started our own restoration business. With a great deal of work, Bobby's help and Jeff's money, we build and restore hotrods. Justine manages the office, and I try to stay out of Bobby's way. Well, I am the Boss, isn't that what they do? The shop is doing very well, It allows Ju and I to travel a lot. We look at cars all over the country for new ideas. Justine still sees her psychiatrist, there was a combination of unrelated events that contributed to her meltdown. She had been abused at an early age by a relative, and there were issues about a failed relationship in high school, Justine turning forty a few years ago compounded these. And when our son moved across country, Justine's mind revolted. There is more to it, and probably more to come, but we accept it and know what to look for. If any one cares, I went to court for my road rage. I paid a stiff fine and had my driving privileges revoked for six months. The judge must have been in a bad mood, but it could have been worse. You should have been there to see Justine trying to learn how to drive the stick shift in the Mustang, it was hilarious. She caught on pretty quick, I don't think I'll ever get to drive that car again. Ju tells me it's hers now, and I should build my own. I might get it done before I get my license back, I have my eye on a sharp '71 Barracuda. Was, I too easy on Justine? Probably. Do I regret it? No, not one bit. She was worth the risk. I learned a lot in the last year, it wasn't all good either. There were times I wanted to give up, and let it all dissolve. But today, I'm thankful that I didn't. Each day with Justine, is more precious to me than gold. She isn't only my wife, she is my lover, my best friend, and my world. Anyway, I found if I would have done anything to hurt her, I probably would be sleeping with the fishes. Timmy would have had me whacked, Mario may not be connected, but Tim, now there's a different story altogether. Road Rage Martha sat in the car, monitoring the speed of other motorists. She was parked on the side of Interstate 80 East in Hercules, near the exit for Highway 4. It was a warm, humid afternoon in May, and business had been slow so far. Everyone was being a good, safe driver today, and fortunately for her, that meant less headaches and stress. She drank some more coffee from her mug, her big brown eyes still glued to the scanner. Physically, she was a thick, muscular woman of mixed European descent, standing 5'10" tall, and had dark brown shoulder length hair that was a little curly. Her skin complexion was a natural light brown, giving her a distinctive Mediterranean look. Twenty minutes passed before a Mustang zoomed by, doing 95mph. She put the scanner down, pushed her glasses up her nose, and started the engine. "Now we're talkin'," she said. When she got home later, she stripped off her tight, stiff CHP uniform and jumped into the shower. Afterwards, she sat behind her computer in nothing but a thong, checking her email. She then logged into an internet dating website that she was a member of. She hadn't been active in a while and discovered she had fourteen new messages. Most of them she read and deleted, either because the men were too old or not her type. Of the remainder, two seemed interesting, an Asian man and a black guy. She emailed both of them and logged out. The next day, Martha was off and slept in. After showering, she went to the gym and pumped some iron, concentrating especially on her upper body, butt, and legs. As she used the leg press machine and did some squats, she saw some guys checking her out. Their eyes bulged out at the sight of her huge, muscular glutes, thighs, and calves. She approached one of them. "Hey, can you spot me while I bench press?" she asked, smiling. When she returned home, she checked her email again. One was from Matt, the Asian guy from the internet dating site. She called him and they later met at a Starbuck's on Solano Avenue in Berkeley. "So, is this your first time doing online dating?" she asked. "No, I've tried it on and off over the years," he replied, grinning pleasantly. He was around her age, late twenties, and had a rugged, clean shaven face. He had a crew cut, a dark tan, and an athletic build. "How about you? Are you a newbie to this?" She laughed. "What's so funny?" "It's just the word 'newbie.' I haven't heard it in a while, that's all. . .yes, this is my first time. So far, it's been interesting. I've corresponded with some nice people and have also been hit on by guys old enough to be my dad." He chuckled. "I've heard other women tell me the same thing." "Have older women written you or sent you a wink?" "Once or twice. The majority of them are around my age. Have you met anyone else in person?" "You're the second. I'm only doing this 'cause some of my friends had success with it. I'm very opposed to the idea of this because I prefer meeting people in person, but finally gave in to my friends' advice. Plus the fact I'll try anything once." "Don't worry, it's not so bad. It may seem weird 'cause you don't know anyone and people come from all walks of life, but basically it's just another outlet to meet folks." "That's good to know." "Just don't take it too seriously, relax and chill, and have fun." She smiled, drinking some tea. "Okay." He crossed his legs. "So, tell me what it's like being a CHP officer. What's the most dangerous situation you've experienced?" She thought for a moment. "Uhmm, I'd have to say when me and some other officers chased this guy all the way from Oakland to Sacramento. He had just stolen this Lamborghini from the shop and was clocking up to speeds of 130mph on the freeway. It was like a scene out of The Fast and the Furious, cutting in front of cars and trucks every five seconds." "Man," he said, shaking his head. "How did you eventually nab this guy?" "We cornered him into this ditch. He tried to run for it but I went after him and brought him down. We even had a mini wrestling match going." He laughed. "Boy, I'd hate to be pinned down by you," Matt said, checking out her brawny frame. She shot him a naughty grin. "Maybe you'd like it. . .how's business at your motorcycle shop?" He let the previous comment digest in his brain before answering. "Great. We're having one of our best years. You mentioned in one of your emails that you ride, too. Do you own a bike?" Martha drank some more tea. "Yes, I do. I have an old Honda. You said you're a Harley man, right?" He nodded proudly. "You like 'em?" "They're cool." "Maybe we can go on a little road trip somewhere." "That sounds fun." * * * A week later, on a Saturday afternoon, she chased a speeding SUV across the Golden Gate Bridge into Marin County. When she walked over to the passenger side window she saw three young men wearing football jerseys and baseball caps. All of their faces were red and the distinct smell of alcohol reeked from the interior. Martha saw the guy in the passenger seat discreetly pass a brown paper bag to the man in the back. She looked at the driver. "Do you know how fast you were going, sir?" He shook his head, playing innocent. He looked like your typical jock, frat boy type. "93 mph." "Ooooh," he slurred sarcastically. "Sorry, ma'aaaam." "Apologies are not acceptable. Apologies won't prevent an accident, and they won't prevent people from getting killed. Let me see your license and registration please." He threw them at her. "Step out of the vehicle, sir." She radioed for backup, and then looked at the other passengers. "Oh, could you gentlemen step out, too, and place all your alcohol on the ground." They did so begrudgingly. She looked at the four bags of liquor on the asphalt. Soon, two other CHP cars arrived. The other officers watched the group while she went back to her vehicle and checked the driver's information. She returned minutes later, where the three men were standing in a spread eagle position against the SUV. They had already been frisked by the other officers. She gave the driver back his information and handed him a ticket as well. "Three hundred bucks!" he said angrily. "I ain't payin' that!" "Fine. They'll just increase the penalty if you don't. Can you guys walk in a straight line for us?" "Fuuuuck you, biiiitch!" he slurred, ripping up the ticket and throwing it in her face. Martha shook her head disappointedly and wrote him a new one with a higher penalty. He laughed at it, tore it up, and flung it at her viciously. "I ain't payin' shit!" he said. His buddies joined in on the rowdy laughter. She then read them their rights while the other officers handcuffed them and escorted them to a car. The driver stared at her with hostility. "We're gonna get even with you, bitch. Just watch. My old man's a rich ass lawyer. He'll have us out soon and you're the one that's gonna pay." "You mentioned being a bodybuilder," Matt said. "Have you been in any competitions?" She nodded anxiously. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, concerned. "Just a rough day at work." She sighed, thinking a moment. "Yeah, I won a few. . .I'm thinking of entering another contest." "Are you sure you're all right? She briefly told him about the incident with the frat boys. "That's it. I don't wanna talk about work anymore." "Okay." He drank some beer, looking at her empty glass. "Want another apple martini?" "Sure. Hopefully it'll erase the memory of what happened today." After leaving the restaurant, they strolled down Solano Avenue. It was a clear, muggy night and the thoroughfare was thronged with people. She wore a tight, faded Star Wars shirt, khaki shorts, and flip flops. He noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and her big nipples were pressed hard against the fabric. She caught him looking a few times but remained impassive. He was dressed in a sleeveless shirt, tight jeans, and sandals. She checked out his nicely shaped ass from time to time. "I forgot to mention I like your name," he said. "I never did. Too homey and plain but that's why my mom chose it." She pushed her glasses up her nose. "I like Matt. It's short and catchy." He smiled. "I agree." They did a little window shopping. "What's your favorite Star Wars movie?" "The Empire Strikes Back. I know I'm a nerd, that's why I'm wearing this shirt. You should see my DVD, model, and action figure collection." He raised his eyebrows. "You're kidding." She shook her head, smiling. "Let's get some ice cream and head to my place, and I'll blow your mind away." Her apartment was several blocks up Solano, and upon arriving, she immediately opened the windows in the warm, stuffy unit. Then she switched on a fan and walked barefoot to the kitchen. While she scooped ice cream into two bowls, he sat on a love seat, staring in awe at the walls that were plastered with numerous movie posters. One wall was completely devoted to action figures and models from the Star Wars films, as well as ones from The Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, and other movies. The still packaged merchandise either hung from hooks or sat on shelves. She handed him a bowl and sat next to him. "So what do you think?" He shook his head. "Amazing. You're hardcore. They're worth more money if they're still in the boxes, right?" "Correct." "You're going to sell them all one day?" he asked, eating some ice cream. "If I get poor," she replied, laughing. When they were done eating, they lied back on the love seat and watched TV. "Tired?" he asked softly. "Yeah. The heat's wearing me out. What about you?" "I'm okay." He sneaked a glance at her large, erect nipples, still pressed tightly against her T-shirt. His hard cock was making his underwear wet. She sat closer to him, took his hand gently, and squeezed it. Before he had a chance to respond, she leaned over and kissed him and they had their hands all over each other. It led to passionate French kissing, with her sticking her long tongue into his mouth enthusiastically. Saliva dripped from her mouth when they paused for a second. Martha had the widest grin on her face. Then they resumed soul kissing, with her hands unzipping his pants and boxers and removing them. She stroked his long, massive dick feverishly His hand caressed her big, muscular thighs. Eventually, he stripped off most of her clothing and tossed them on the ground. The last thing that remained was her black thong and she kept this on as she did an erotic lap dance for him. He leaned back in the love seat and just grinned, enjoying every minute of it. When she was done, he eagerly pulled down her thong, almost ripping it. "Take it easy, hon, we got tons of time," she said, caressing his head. His jaw dropped open at the sight of her thick, muscular body, at her medium-sized breasts with their giant nipples that were stiff and erect, at her huge, shaved vagina, and at her big, curvy ass. What a package! He thought about all the unlucky guys out there that would be jealous of him tonight, wishing they could spend an evening with a woman like her. Of course, buff women weren't every guy's cup of tea. It was sort of an acquired taste. She looked at his athletic, toned frame, took off her glasses, and then sunk to her knees and gave him a blowjob. As she sucked his penis wildly, he leaned down and kissed her wide, long brown back. Her sticky skin smelled of Coppertone sun block. She licked his balls slowly and sensually and he closed his eyes and moaned. At one point, she tried to shove the entire sack into her mouth but it didn't fit. Back she went to sucking his long cock eagerly, filling her whole mouth with his massive manhood. It looked like she had a large ball (no pun intended) in her mouth and he laughed. She shot him a mischievous grin and resumed. Later, she sat in his lap and he sucked her breasts and humungous, dark nipples. "Ooooooooooooh, yeah," Martha moaned loudly. "Ooooooooooooh, God, Oooooooooh, God. . .that feels sooooo good." His penis was already inside her large, moist pussy, and she kept going up and down fast. As her vaginal muscles sucked and gripped his cock, he grabbed her big butt cheeks and squeezed and fondled them. Occasionally, he slapped them hard and she smiled devilishly. "Do that again!" she said. He obeyed. "I like that." He did it repeatedly until her ass got a little red. They kissed several times before she started grinding up and down on his dick again. The faster she went, the louder their moans got. "I'm gonna cum, sweetie." "I'm ready for ya." He pulled out his penis and sprayed warm semen all over her grinning face, breasts, and chest. The last of it spurted onto her eyelids and nose, and she wiped his cum across her body sensually. A week later, she visited the internet dating website and found she had eighteen new messages. She read through most of them, deleting the ones that weren't a match. The black man that had emailed her earlier wrote back saying he had met someone else, best of luck to her. She shot him back a similar note, wishing him happiness and success. The remaining guys were cute and intriguing, most of them black, Latino, Middle Eastern, and Asian. Nothing against her own race, but she discovered that she was attracted to men of color. There was something about them that piqued her curiosity, that made her want to learn more, that aroused her and turned her on. She sat staring at the faces on the computer screen, thinking for a moment. But I like Matt. She felt a connection and chemistry with him even though it had mostly been lust. So what if we're fuck buddies? She still felt something unique and positive with him, something vibrant and electrifying. She felt alive with him. After pondering the subject some more, she decided to cancel her membership with the site. A few weeks later, they rode their motorcycles to Lake Tahoe. The summer skies were clear and blue when they arrived at a spacious, two-story house secluded from the touristy downtown area. They heard nothing but the sound of birds singing. The nearest house was down the block, and no others cars lined the street. Matt put their belongings on a sofa, looking around the wide, sparely furnished living room. He walked to a large, panoramic window that offered a breathtaking view of the famous lake below. "Wow," was all he could say. She put her brawny arm around him, giving him a warm kiss. "Isn't it wonderful? And we have it all to ourselves for the whole week." "Fantastic," he whispered sexily, French kissing her. "So this belongs to a buddy of yours?" "Yep. A college friend. She and her husband asked me to housesit for them during their vacation. . .oh, did I mention there are dogs, too?" After resting a bit, they walked the two dogs, a pit and a big German shepherd, around the quiet streets. When they returned to the house they fed them. Martha replenished the pit's water bowl. "There you go, Snoop Dog," she said, patting his head gently. "Love that name," Matt said, chuckling. She poured water into the other dog's bowl as well. "Here, Dr. Dre. There you go." She squatted down and played with the German shepherd. "Like that name, too." "My friend loves rap as you can tell." After having dinner, they rode their bikes downtown and played some slot machines at the casinos. She indulged herself in a few games of blackjack and tried her hand at the roulette wheel while he watched. Then they went to a divey biker bar on the outskirts of town. After having a couple of drinks at the counter, the two watched a heavy metal band perform on a tiny stage. During the show, she saw a group of rough looking skinhead bikers staring at them. He noticed it, too. They tried to ignore them but they kept looking their way. "Wanna leave, babe?" he said into her ear. The music was deafening. "I'm not scared of them," she replied, looking back at the bald men. "Don't stare fight, and don't provoke them. With your size, you could probably crush them, but still. C'mon, let's go." After they exited the bar, they found another skinhead sitting on her Honda. "Could you get off my bike, please?" she asked politely. The man didn't budge. Martha pushed her glasses up her nose, getting impatient. "Could you get off my bike?" she asked firmly. "Or what?" the man asked. "You're gonna beat me up, lady?" She remained calm and cool. "If you just get off the bike we'll leave and you'll never see us again," Matt said. "Damn right I better not see you again," he said, staring at them with hostility. "We don't like your kind here, Chink. So go back to where you belong. And we especially don't like seeing mixed couples here." Martha looked at him angrily, her fists clenched tight. "Don't call him that." "You should stay with a white man, lady. You ain't got no business with this Chinaman." "I said don't call him that. I can be with whoever I want," she said firmly. "Whether they're black, Asian, or whatever." He shook his head. "People like you disgust me." The rest of the skinheads came out and circled them. "We're gonna teach you a lesson, lady." He approached her, pulling out a switchblade. "This is between you and me," she said. "Leave him out of it." The man nodded, and Matt stepped away. "If you win, you're free to go." "God, look at the size of her arms and legs!" someone said. She stood ready in a fighting stance as he slowly inched closer. Suddenly, he swung the knife at her viciously but she ducked in time to avoid it. He delivered another fast, deadly swing but she quickly backed away. All his jabs just made swishing sounds in the air. "C'mon, Lewis, cut her!" a man said. As he tried to send another blow, she grabbed his arm and knocked the weapon out of his hand. She quickly pocketed it and punched him hard in the face, knocking a tooth out. Blood oozed from his mouth and he wiped it away with his sleeve. His murderous eyes never stopped looking at her as he lunged at her, bringing them both to the ground with a thud. He threw a right hook in her abdomen, and then a left. When he tried to hit her again, she took his arm and wrestled him down. Matt stared in awe at her, raising his eyebrows. Martha had on a sleeveless shirt that showcased her powerful arms prominently, and tight, black leather chaps that had slits on the sides, exposing her bare thighs underneath. Lewis grabbed these slits as she sat on top of him, pinning him to the asphalt. He tried to knock her off but it proved futile. He dug his hands deeper into the openings until she felt them on her bare ass. She pounded him in the face with her fists a few times and he released his grip. His mouth and nose were all bloody, yet the hateful, maniacal expression remained on his face. When he still struggled to get up, she punched him one last time in the eye and that knocked him out. His head landed on the ground with a thud. She sighed, looking at her bloody hands. As she was sunbathing on the deck of the house, she looked at her bandaged hand. She was on a lounge chair, lying on her chest, wearing nothing but a bikini bottom. The bottom was the kind with tied strings on the hips, and Matt noticed they were coming loose. He sat on another chair next to her, rubbing her down with Coppertone. When he was finished, she did the same for him. He wore only his shorts. Snoop Dog and Dr. Dre were sleeping peacefully near her, and the boom box was blasting a hip-hop tune. She propped herself up on one elbow and drank some beer. "You okay, babe?" he asked. "I'm fine. You want another beer?" Road Rage "Nah, I'm good. You couldn't ask for a more gorgeous day, huh?" "Uh-hmm." She took off her glasses and put on her shades. "Hey, you looked awesome last night," he said proudly. "My girl showed those racist punks who the champion was. Yeah!" She smiled seductively. "Care for a nude wrestling match, sir?" "Why not?" He pulled the strings of her bikini bottom and they fell off. They made out on the deck for a while, with her sitting in his lap again. Moments later, the dogs watched quietly as he knelt behind her and probed her pussy and anus with his tongue. He buried his face between her sweaty cheeks, his long tongue eagerly licking away. Snoop Dog and Dr. Dre's ears went up when she moaned loudly. They watched curiously. Later, he lied down on the lounge chair and she sat on his face. He continued sucking and licking. Martha looked at the dogs. "We got a little audience here, hon. . .oh my, Dr. Dre's got a massive hard on," she said, laughing. Next, she got on her knees and sucked his cock. As she licked his balls, Dr. Dre did the same thing to himself, causing the both of them to bust out laughing. Minutes passed before she lied down on the chair. After spreading her legs, he mounted her in the missionary position, his penis sliding smoothly into her big, shaved vagina. The brutal sun beat down on them as he pumped her fast and hard, the way she liked it. She straddled her legs tightly around his sweaty body, her hands clutching his ass. "Oooooooooh!" she moaned deeply. As he went even faster and faster, her moans shot up several octaves, competing with the loud rap music. Soon, he ejaculated inside her, and she held on tight, her nails digging into his butt. A huge grin was on her face. "Ooooh, that was fucking awesome," she said. After walking the dogs, she worked out in the mini-gym in the basement. In the late afternoon, as the sun was slowly setting, they lounged naked in the outdoor Jacuzzi. She looked at his dark skin. "Wow, you've got a nice tan there." "Must've been all that outdoor sex." She drank some orange juice, grinning. "Yeah, we've been humping since we arrived." "What do you want for dinner?" "You." He handed her a book with pictures of different sexual positions, shaking his head. "Okay, Miss Horny, pick one." THE END Road Rage Lissette was having a bad day. It had started that morning, when she had woken up with a terrible headache. Then, going outside to pick up the newspaper, she had stepped in a pile of poo. Some asshole had let his dog take a shit right in her driveway. It hadn't gotten any better at work. At noon, she had opened the refrigerator to discover that some jerk had stolen her lunch. During her afternoon break, the obnoxious new guy from accounting had been badgering her for a date yet AGAIN, despite the fact that she had firmly said no many times. And at a quarter to five, she had checked her email and found an angry message from her boss's boss. Apparently, her boss had fucked something up and rather than own up to it he had instead blamed HER for it. And to top it all off, her headache had not gone away despite all the medicine she had taken. So naturally, when Lissette got in her car for the drive home, her fuse was short. The unusually heavy traffic on the freeway didn't help matters. After a wearying hour-long drive, she was finally almost home. Two more exits and she could get off this damn freeway, then it was just three blocks to her house. In anticipation of getting off the freeway soon, she was in the far right lane. The traffic in every lane was heavy, moving at about fifteen miles per hour. Suddenly, she heard the roar of a car engine traveling at high speed. She looked in her mirror and saw a silver sports car zooming along the shoulder of the road. She shook her head at this reckless and illegal behavior. The sports car went by her on the right, slowing down, and tried to cut right in front of her. On any other day, she would have let it go, decided it wasn't worth a fight, and let the driver in. But not today. She had had it with assholes getting away with shit. She kept very close to the car in front of her, not giving the silver sports car any room to get in. The driver, a middle-aged, snobbish-looking man with sunglasses and slicked-back hair, glared over at her. He began pounding the horn with his right hand while giving her the finger with his left. All the while, swear words and threats were flowing liberally from his mouth. Keeping the gap tight, she slowly moved past him, giving him the finger back as she passed by. His threats and curses became louder, and he was still honking his horn. Finally the noise became fainter as she passed him. As she approached her exit, Lissette leaned back in the seat, feeling better. She smiled as she broke loose from the freeway traffic and sped onto the offramp. Suddenly, she heard the roar of a familiar car engine. She looked in her mirror again. Sure enough, the silver sports car was behind her and coming up fast. As she made her way onto the surface streets, the asshole driver kept right behind her, still swearing and giving her the finger. A wave of anger swept over her. This jackass had started the whole situation, and was now following her in a fit of self-righteous rage. She was approaching a fork in the road. She knew that not far down the left fork was a police station. She could drive there, and be safe, and... And what? Let the asshole driver most likely get away, or at best get a fine and a slap on the wrist, and let him do it again and again to other drivers? And surely he wasn't an asshole only on the road. Guys like him were exactly the kind of jerks who let their dogs shit in other people's driveways, stole people's lunches, sexually harassed people, and blamed others for their own failures. She felt her rage grow as she thought of the other bad things that had happened to her that day. Her headache increased in pain as well. She knew two other things. She had a gun in her glove compartment. And the fork on the right led to an isolated area. A very isolated area. On any other day, she would have taken the left fork. But today was not any other day. She took the right... She drove along the road, watching as the houses thinned out. She drove fast, as if she was frightened and trying to get away. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she grinned wickedly. The silver sports car was still following her. Soon there was nothing but trees and bushes alongside the road. Lissette put on a burst of speed, whipping her car sharply to the right and onto a dirt turnoff. The turnoff dead-ended after a couple hundred yards. She stopped the car and reached into the glove compartment. She put on a pair of black leather gloves and took out the .45 pistol waiting inside. She chambered a round and flicked the safety off. She also kept a thigh holster in there and she now used it, quickly and efficiently putting it on and strapping the handgun to her thigh underneath the skirt she was wearing. She then got out of the car, face expressionless but heart pounding. The silver sports car appeared. The driver smirked to himself when he saw Lissette trapped at the dead end. Turning his car sideways to block the only way out, he screeched to a stop and climbed out. The look on his face was one of cockiness and arrogance. He had her now. He was a big man, about 6'1" and 200 pounds, wearing a loud and expensive sport suit. She was a slender, pretty young woman, about 5'7" and 120 pounds. She wore knee-high black leather boots, a black miniskirt, and a white top. The sleeves of her top were rolled up, displaying her slim, tanned, feminine forearms. The top was low-cut, giving a hint of her small, firm, round 34B tits. Her thighs were thin, but had visible muscle tone. "Suck my dick, bitch," the man growled, advancing on her. She smoothly pulled out the gun from underneath her miniskirt and aimed it right at his head. He froze and a look of pure terror appeared on his face. Sweat dripped down his brow. "I didn't hear you," she said. "Say it again." His mouth opened, but no words came out. He took half a step backward. "What's the matter, baby?" she taunted him. "Don't want me to suck your dick anymore? Cat got your tongue?" He managed to squeak out, "Please...I'm sorry, I'll go..." "You're not going anywhere," said Lissette, tightening her grip on her gun. He raised his hands. "Please! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that! Please have mercy, I'm begging you!" "Shouldn't have done what? Driven illegally along the shoulder? Tried to cut me off? Given me the finger? Cursed at me? Threatened me? Chased me? Boxed me in here, thinking you'd trapped me?" "Yes, all of those things! I was wrong on all of those things! Please don't kill me!" Lissette shook her head. "No, you're only sorry for one thing. You're only sorry you got caught." All this time, she had been slowly but steadily advancing on him. Now she was almost upon him. She suddenly hit him in the face with her pistol, sending him to the dirt. She kicked him in the side with her big black boot, cracking one of his ribs. "I know assholes like you all too well," she said, kicking him again, in the head this time, giving him a terrible headache. "You think you're better than everybody else. You think the world owes you everything. You think you don't have to play by the rules. And you always blame others for all your own problems." She kicked him hard in the back as she finished speaking. Rolling on the ground in pain and clutching his cracked rib, the man began begging and pleading again. She simply stood over him, gun pointed at his face, and waited for him to finish his whining. "Oh, you're begging me now. That's interesting. I wonder what things would be like if I didn't have this." She waved her gun. "I wonder what you'd be doing to me if you'd trapped me for real. I wonder if you'd listen to my pleas." He turned his head away in shame. His hypocrisy had been exposed. He was pale with fear. Begging wasn't working. Running wouldn't work. Fighting wouldn't work. The sickening feeling of finality began to sink in. He was out of options, and out of time. "On your knees," she ordered. He obeyed, trying to plead for mercy with his eyes. She ignored it. "Open your mouth." He opened his mouth. She approached him, holding her gun, still aimed at him, right in front of her crotch, as if it was a surrogate phallus. He wet his pants as he realized how it was going to end. Shoving the barrel of the pistol into his mouth, she spoke the four words he knew were coming. The words he knew would be the last he would ever hear. "Suck my dick, bitch." She pulled the trigger. Lissette discovered that her headache was now gone. She looked dispassionately at the blood pooling from the corpse. She scanned the dirt road to make sure no one else was there, then collected the spent cartridge from the ground. Reholstering her gun underneath her miniskirt, she bent over the body, fishing in the dead man's pocket for his car keys. Still wearing her black leather gloves, she moved the silver sports car to give her enough room to get out. Putting his keys back in his pocket, she gave the corpse one last glance before heading back to her own car. As she started the engine and unstrapped her pistol from her thigh to put back into the glove compartment, she thought of the trouble she was in at work and her asshole boss who had gotten her into trouble. She looked at the gun in her gloved hand, and smiled. THE END