2 comments/ 13842 views/ 4 favorites Boys With Their Toys By: allforall Editing thanks to techsan and jazzygrirlinNC mistakes are my fault Fourteen years ago. I am in our family living room. My head hurts from where my mother hit it with a table lamp. My father is lying on the floor, gasping for air. My mother walks over to the fireplace and picks up the poker. Mother says, "You two have held me back long enough. That ends today." Mother walks over by me toward my father. I am scared but I unfold my pocketknife, and when I have my mother's back I stab her on the inside of her left thigh. She turns and hits me with the poker, knocking me unconscious. According to father, mother keeps on screaming at him until she collapses from blood loss. The prosecutor tried me as an adult, which was a mistake on his part. The standards of proof are much higher than they would have been in juvenile court. My father testified my mother was in the act of killing both of us. The prosecutor tried to convince the jury that we two should have subdued my mother without killing her. The prosecutor eliminated all the lesser charges so that only a life sentence or the death penalty was available if I was convicted. He lost. Today. I am twenty-five today. I have taken the day off and my father gave me a party at Fridays. I have all these balloons tied to my wrist and one of the waitresses actually kissed me. This happens from time to time from women who don't know my background. I am pretty good looking if I do say so myself. Oh, my name is Gerald Myers. Yes, the Gerald Myers who was tried for murdering his mother when he was eleven years old. I go home with dad. Dad asks me, "What you going to do with the weekend?" I told him, "I'm taking my truck and going up and spend Friday and Saturday night on the high ridge road camping." Pop looked at me sadly and said, "You should start dating, son." I responded, "Dad, we have been through all this. Women will never forget mom and who killed her. When you retire and we move away from here. That will be the time to date strangers. You know once they get to know us, our history won't be held against us." He didn't say anything else. I packed the truck with my toys for the weekend. I had a telescope for star watching, and several guns for target shooting. The high ridge area belonged to Amber Timber who dad and I worked for. We had the keys to the padlocks, so it was easy for us to get where other people weren't. I stopped by the grocery store and bought forty pounds of ice and other essentials for the weekend. I loaded the stuff in the two ice chests, cranked up my diesel Dodge and headed out the highway to the entry on the high ridge logging road. It took forty minutes to get to that point. Once I locked the gates behind me, I put my truck in low range four wheel drive and headed up. This took two more hours but I got to where I wanted to camp just before dark. I leveled the camper, then raked the area clean of burnables. I looked up but it was a cloudy night, so no star watching. I was too keyed up to stay still so I found my night gear and headed out on a night hike. I had my twenty-two pistol and a single edge sword for protection. I had my GPS so I could find my way back in the late night fog. I headed out for some excitement. I had walked downhill toward the state park side of the timber property. I was making good time at night, averaging about two miles an hour for the two hours I had hiked. I was about to turn around and go back to my truck when I heard a cry of pain. Now some people would go running around in the night to find out what happened, but the woods had been teaching me for the last twelve years. I got low and crawled toward the sound. The woods were about fifty degrees in temperature so no snake problem was likely. I crawled up to a rise and saw a campfire with about sixteen or seventeen people huddled. Three men were standing around with their pants off, while four men with guns were watching the huddlers. There was a woman lying at the feet of one of the pantless men. I had found a rape session. This presented me a problem; I couldn't just go off and leave them here while I found the police. That would take a minimum of two hours to get to the CB radio in my truck. On the other hand a gunfight with four armed men and me armed with a twenty-two would be a bad joke on me. I had an Israeli silencer necklace. Maybe I could assemble it and put the silencer on my twenty-two. I crawled back to a point where nobody would see a light, and assembled the thing. Fortunately all its parts were on the necklace. I crawled around to their backside. The woman who had been at the guy's feet was being raped. At least she was no longer crying. One of the gunmen said, "I need to take a leak." The others told him not to stink up the fucking place. He turned and walked straight toward my hiding place. When he stopped and undid his zipper he had to holster his gun. I shot him in his mouth. He sputtered but otherwise did not make a sound as he collapsed. He did finish his peeing. I moved forward carefully and removed his gun from the holster. The holster was one of those police specials that you have to turn the pistol just so to remove it from the holster. I now had a nine-millimeter Glock with an extended magazine. I crawled away to make sure that nobody found me and got back to my high point. I watched as the one of the gunmen got anxious and went looking. He found his friend all right and proceeded to shoot up the bushes where I had shot his friend. The rapist got up from his victim and the other pantless ones got back to their guns. I heard their shouted conversation. "What you shooting at, John?" John said, "Somebody killed Lewis." "Did you hit him?" John answered, "Hell, if I know." "Well, get back here. You don't have enough ammunition to shoot up the whole damn forest." John said, "But the guy is out here somewhere." "Yeah, somewhere. Now get back here before you wake the local Mounties." One of the gunmen walked over to the huddled people and pointed his gun at one of them. I panicked and shot him in the temple in front of his left ear. The shot was only ten yards, even with the silencer it wasn't that far. He fell forward on top of the person that he intended to shoot. The other gunmen ran forward to him to rescue his pistol from the prisoner. I crawled back from my viewing point. I hoped nothing else would start to happen, but I couldn't risk giving them a clear shot at me. They still had five gunmen to just one of me. I crawled toward the prisoner end of the clearing. I looked over the rise but under a bush. I watched the five gunmen having a confab. They were showing more intelligence this time. They were whispering with each other. I looked behind me and saw a dry creek bed and a gully that I could get to and hide in quickly. With all of them so close together, I had a fifty-foot shot. I took the Glock and fired off four quick shots. I think I saw the first shot hit one in the small of the back and another hit in the butt. I ran for the gully while the shots paralyzed them. They shot the living hell out of that bush. I got to the gully and stood on the creek bed. One of them stood up on top of the bush and looked around. This was only eighteen feet so I shot him in the face with the twenty-two. The bullet bounced off his right cheekbone into his right eye. He was hurt and screaming but he wasn't dead. He just stood there for ten seconds so I took a second shot to his neck. I watched the blood spurting out. He might take a minute to die, but I could forget about him. I ran low down the creek bed until I had lost the cover of the gully. My luck almost ran out but they looked the wrong way and I had time to get in the prone position. There were only three left now, and one of them was walking in pain from the butt wound. They had lost some of their cunning, for they were shouting at each other. They yelled at the one who was reloading, "John, you missed him." John spoke angrily, "You missed him too. Now quit complaining. Do any of you have some ten millimeter bullets?" They shook their heads. John started to head over to where the neck shot guy was. When and if he got to him I would have a forty-foot shot. That would be long for my twenty-two but I had no cover here, plus I had no spare ammo for the Glock. I wiggled lower into the old leaf mold and lined up my twenty-two for the shot. John stooped over the neck shot guy, found a clip and stood up to put the clip in a coat pocket. I took the side of the neck shot, and watched the blood spurt again. He turned around and shot in my general direction twice. Then he fell forward on his face. Butt shot and his friend said to the forest around them, "Hey, we're leaving now. You can have all of them." They walked straight toward me. I put the twenty-two in my left hand and the Glock in my right. At ten feet range, I fired off the remainder of shots into their faces. They were now all dead. I stood up and looked around. Nobody took a shot at me. I put a ski mask over my face, and walked over to the groaning woman. When I stood over her she seemed to be a teenager. She was naked and bleeding from where he had raped her. I asked her, "Where did they put your clothes?" She pointed over at a bush. There was a shirt and pair of pants plus her underwear and her shoes. I went over and got them for her. I brought them back to her. She asked me, "Please don't look at me. Please." I turned my head and gave her the clothing. I asked the rest of the people, "Do you need my help freeing yourselves?" One of the young women - they were all young women - said, "They tied our wrists with duct tape. I don't think we can untie ourselves." I was tempted to cut them free with my sword but had enough sense to use a box-cutting knife instead. I had them turn over and show me their wrists so I could slit the tape. I told them, "I'm wiping my prints off this knife. You can use it to cut your feet free. It is in your interest to not tell other people how you were freed. Think that through and you will understand. I'm leaving you in peace." I stepped back into the shadows. Funny, not one of the women asked my name or said thanks. I made a wide circle of the rape scene, and watched them get their bonds undone. They finally started talking with each other. Mostly they were expressing relief with confusion. They were lost in the woods, and they knew it. Daylight would give them a chance to find their way out. After all, they had found their way in. The rape victim was not getting any sympathy from the other women. I guess that she was not part of their regular group. Oh, well, I would bet that the papers would be full of this when I came home Sunday evening. I headed back to my campsite by a different route. I tramped through a running creek for about a mile. I figured that would mess up any bloodhound tracking. By the time I had returned to my campsite, the sky had cleared. Since I was keyed up anyway, I got my telescope out and proceeded to look at the stars. About four in the morning, I turned in and got about three hours sleep. Nobody bothered me Saturday. I guessed that either the women had decided not to say anything or were still lost at the rape site. As the site was about a mile from a state park parking lot, they should be able to walk out in the daylight with no problem. Sunday morning as I was washing my breakfast dishes, the county sheriff came up the logging road to see me. He started his conversation with, "I know you're guilty, but I'm not as dumb as that prosecutor." I said, "I'm glad to see you too. What am I guilty of this time?" "Why seven innocent little boys were playing with their girlfriends, when a big bad monster shot them and cut their bodies up with a box knife. The monster castrated all seven of those boys." Sheriff Connor roared with laughter. I kept my damn mouth shut, waiting for the next shoe to drop. The Sheriff said, "Gerald, seriously, the dumb fucks that work in the next county and the state investigators couldn't figure the sun was shining if their eyes were open. I know you had something to do with it, but as long as you don't run around bragging, none of them will figure you're responsible." The Sheriff started to turn away but added, "Those dumb bitches didn't find their way out of the woods until six last evening, or I would have been up here yesterday. None of them seem to know what happened, and they appear to be losing their memory rapidly. The problem for you is one of the young men is the son of State Senator Brown. That idiot is just dumb enough to press for an investigation of what really happened. " Then Sheriff Connor left. I had never known what he had thought of me before. Well, I needed to pack up and go home before the television helicopter came out here looking for interviews. I followed the sheriff's patrol jeep to the gate. I was about a quarter mile behind him when I heard his siren go off and he lit out for the northern road. I watched a whole bunch of news people follow him. Damn, they had been waiting to interview whomever was up here. I owed the Sheriff big time. I locked the gates up and headed home. Pop had attempted to go to church Sunday morning but some of the biddies were still giving him grief over his wife. They had long ago driven me out of any church in town. I wish that they wouldn't take it out on him. I, as they say, maintained a low profile for the next six weeks. Senator Brown had the stupidity to start accusing those women about doing something cruel to his boy. One of them smarted back that he had raped her and she might be carrying his grandchild. Then the senator lost the primary. The woman that I saw naked on the ground lived in my town. Since I didn't go out to any of the nightspots, I thought we would never meet, but one Wednesday at the Wal-Mart, I ran into her in the dairy section when she asked me to get her some half and half that was on the high shelf. I was dumb enough to answer her. That caused her to look very intensely at me. I hoped against hope that she did not recognize me. No, my luck had run out. I drove my truck in a roundabout path trying to shake her if she was tailing me, but when I pulled in my father's driveway, she had parked on the other side of the street and was waiting for me. The woman, Carol Hobson, said, "I just wanted to thank you." "Thank me for what?" As if I did not already know. She smiled and said, "I want to shout it to the rooftops." I hustled her into my father's house before she could say anything else. I said, "Woman, is what I've done so bad that you want me thrown in jail?" She said, "Do you really believe that? Look, how can I thank you? A date, maybe. A nice dinner. What." "If you really want to thank me, you will forget you even saw me. This town has wanted me in jail or dead for the last fourteen years. If the jury had been from this town, I would be in prison or executed. No deed I will ever do will be a good deed to them." I had just spoken more words to her than I had spoken to all the women in this town in the last ten years. She said, "Look, Gerald - yes, I know your name - nobody believes that I didn't deserve what happened to me. None of my old boyfriends wants anything to do with me." "Shit, you were raped by men with guns. How can you have deserved that?" "I guess I don't have to tell you people are strange mean. Gerald, I don't have any boyfriends. I need some one male to pay a little attention to me. I'm not looking for a marriage proposal, just a quiet date." I was shocked so the next words out of my mouth were, "Are you asking me for a date? Nobody from this town has dated me ever. You're even good looking." She interrupted, "You think I'm good looking?" "Girl, you're a hottie. Why in the world would you want to be around me?" "Maybe because nobody else in this town is brave enough to date me." I hesitated at that. I really did not understand women, but I had a more than fine understanding of courage. I asked myself did I have enough guts. I asked, "Carol would you like to go out with me to a movie over in Springfield." "Okay, but which movie?" "If you like comedy, The Forty Year old Virgin." "I like comedy. When?" "Is Friday night okay?" "Okay, pick me up at my parents house at 1447 Woodbine St. Can you find it? My phone number is 387-2901. Ask for Carol. Tell them nothing else. I don't want my parents to block this date." "What time should I pick you up?" "If you're off work by five, pick me up at 7:45. You won't have to buy me supper then." "Hey, if you would like supper, I could pick you up at 5:45 and we could eat at the Frosty Pony in Springfield. They have good steaks." "Sure. Most guys never want to buy me supper, but I never turn down free food. Five forty-five it is. Call me if you change your mind." My luck had definitely changed. I did not understand why a good-looking woman would want to date me, but I was grateful for the attention. I won't say the week flew by but nothing else of any importance occurred that week to me. Friday afternoon after work I got showered, shaved and ready for my date. My father told me to call her and tell her I was coming. I rang her up and said, "Hello, may I speak to Carol?" "Who are you?" "I'm Carol's date for the evening. May I speak to Carol?" "No, you may not." The phone went dead. I got in my truck and drove over there. Carol ran out from across the street and hopped in my truck. She said, "Get the hell out of here. My folks are praying for my soul, that I may repent of my wicked lusts. Drive, I said." I got our butts out of there. We made Springfield in twenty minutes. There was no wait at the Frosty Pony. I ordered her and I filet mignons medium rare. She had rice and I had a baked potato with triple butter. We ate quickly to make the 7:15 showing. The movie was humorous and we had a good time laughing at it. I had not enjoyed myself this much in the last two years. As we left the movie and got in my truck, Carol said, "Gerald, I'm having a good time, but that will end when I get home. Would you take me some where that my parents can't find me for a day or two. I'm not promising you sex, but that might happen if I can get over my fears. I really can't face going home." There was another timber area about fifty miles from Springfield. That area was not in Sheriff Morris's county. We stopped at the Springfield Wal-Mart Super store and got the food, ice and bug repellent. I had keys to the gate on that logging road too. My fuel tank was three quarters full and my propane tanks were equally full. We got to the entrance well after dark. It took me another hour in low range four wheel drive to get to a high point to observe the stars. When we stopped Carol got a little nervous. She asked, "Are you going to fuck me?" "Maybe some day, but not right now. Would you hand me a cold Coke, please? I'm going to set up my telescope over there." Carol seemed a bit puzzled. She asked, "What are you going to do?" "The sky is very clear tonight. I'm going to watch the stars." The expressions on Carol's face were priceless. First there was the relief that I would not be demanding sex followed by confusion and then embarrassment over my lack of sexual interest. I told her, "If you will throw out my sleeping bag and ground pad, you can lock yourself in the camper over night." Her face went through the same range of expressions again. If I were a betting man, I would think that part of her problem with the rape was that she unavoidably had some arousal from it. If so, her conscience was beating her up big time. Carol said, "I don't see your sleeping bag. You're going to have to come in here and find it." Boys With Their Toys Well, that would not be too hard. I squeezed by Carol in the door and found my bag and pad on the overhead bunk. While I was there, I looked for and found my old campfire coffeepot. I got the coffee and an egg. I would have a coffee and hard-boiled egg breakfast. Carol asked me, "What are you going to do with the egg?" "When I boil the coffee, I boil the egg. The eggshell smoothes the flavor of the coffee." Carol surprised me with, "Can you boil two eggs that way?" "Sure. Would you get me another egg?" I think I surprised her. Carol danced back and forth for a moment and then got another egg out of the refrigerator. Carol said, "You need to get out of camper first." I backed down the steps. Carol remarked, "You should have put the coffee pot down so you could have used a hand on the guard rail. Now where are you going to set the campfire?" "On the bare ground the far side of the truck from the telescope, but I won't start the fire for another hour. I let the pot cook in the coals while I sleep. It will be ready for an early breakfast." Carol asked, "Do you have another sleeping bag. Look, I'm really not ready for sex yet, but I don't want to be alone tonight." "I have another bag but it isn't as warm as my bag, and it will be too cool for that bag tonight." Carol remarked, "I will steal a blanket from your bunk and snuggle next to you on the ground pad nearest the fire." Well, we watched the stars and the planets I got the fire burning fairly well and we even toasted some marshmallows. We warmed the bags before fire. When the fire got down to the coals, I put the pot in the coals and told Carol, "I'm going to bag now. Are you ready for sleep?" "Yes, I'm ready for bed, or bag as you call it. I'm going to the little girl's room first, over there behind the ladies' bush. That's a joke, son." I groaned appropriately and I went around the other side of the camper to take a leak before sleep. She and I got back at the same time to our bags. She and I got down to our underwear and got inside our respective bags. It was a bit tempting to be so close to a woman but I had enough control. I fell asleep after about fifteen minutes. My kidneys woke me up for the false dawn. I felt pressure on the Carol side. She had rolled far enough to be leaning on my arm and leg. I said, 'Hey, sleepy head, are you ready for breakfast and sunrise?" Carol grunted, "Five more minutes?" When I moved to get myself out of my bag, she said, "Leave your shoulder here." I got my shirt and pants on quickly. The air was a shade nippy. I shoved my socks and boots on, and went around back of the camper for a morning leak. When I got back from my watering of the forest, Carol had gone to empty her bladder. Saturday was pretty good. We hiked in the woods. I showed how to find her path by the old fashioned ways. We even flew a kite from the ridge area when the afternoon winds came up. By Saturday afternoon there were fewer and fewer interesting things to do, for the sex monster was rearing his ugly head. I drove Carol home. I wanted to come in and meet her parents but Carol told me, "Gerald, right now they would take a big chunk out of anybody seeing me. You, of all people, shouldn't have to endure that. Drop me off at the intersection and I will walk home." "But Carol, you shouldn't have to meet them alone." Exasperated Carol said, "I know what I'm doing and you don't. If I'm to see you again, they can't know who you are." I dropped her at the intersection. No goodbye kiss for me, she just hopped out and headed home. Sheriff Connor arrived about five minutes after I did. He said to me, "I see you returned your date home alive and feisty." I responded, "Knowing me, did you think it would be any other way." "Hell, no. But I need to warn you that her parents have gone totally nuts. One minute they're calling her Satan's whore and the next they want their little baby returned so they can hide her under a basket or something." "Well, I didn't do anything to her. I was raised better than that." Sheriff Connor burst out laughing. When he got himself under control, he said, "Boy, do you need testosterone shots or something. She is hotter than a two dollar pistol." "But she was just raped." "Sometimes afterwards women don't want anything to do with men, but other times that lights their fire. Little Carol is burning. Her parents don't admit that and I doubt that Carol admits that, but she is ripe and vulnerable right now." "Maybe I shouldn't see her." "Damn, boy. You are one of the few males around here that I would trust with a women that vulnerable. Just be extra careful is all I'm asking." I had enough sense to know what he was talking about without it being spelled out. "Well, I thank you for the warning. I don't know how I can meet with her and not meet her parents." Sheriff Connor interrupted me, "Gerald, let her handle that. Women are almost always better with social things than men are. Men handle things when society breaks down like you did." "I'm not confessing now." "I don't want you to. That fool will be a state senator until after Christmas. So definitely stay low till after then. Except for Carol, no other woman has admitted that she was even there, let alone was raped. Though they all were." "They raped all of them?" "Yes, but you didn't hear that from me. Whoever did that shooting. Well, he killed a right lot of bastards. Though those were an insult to the good name of bastards. Well, I can't spend all day jawing with you. I have stop sign runners to catch." The Sheriff got in his cruiser and drove off. I had some thinking to do, and I needed to talk with Pop. My father was cleaning our home. Other men his age would have been out golfing, but that option was not available to him. If another man in our town decided to be friendly with dad, that man had better turn exclusively homosexual, because there won't be woman in town to talk to him let alone love him. I said, "Dad, can I ask you about mother?" Dad got this hurt look and I wished I had kept my mouth shut but he said, "What do you want to know, but I won't tell you everything." I guess I surprised him with my question, "Did mom ever love either of us?" He spoke, "In the beginning you mother loved both of us, but we were not well off. Once your mother started working, she went full speed and ignored everyone else. But it was only the last two months that she stopped loving us." "Why did she hate us so much?" I asked. "That was my fault. Your mother wanted a divorce and wanted to put you in boarding school. I refused to accept a divorce without a fight. That made her unbelievably angry with both of us." "I don't understand." "Your mother worked for a very conservative company. She had never told them she was married, or that she had a child. They worked her sixty or more hours every week. Then they wanted her to move out of state. That's when she asked for a divorce, and I told her that I would fight till I was broke and couldn't fight anymore." I said, "That's when she hit you and me?" "No, that took another week of quarreling, but that was the worst week we ever had. Your mother was no longer the woman I had married or the mother that had loved her little boy. She was clouded by ... I can't say greed but something close to greed. At that point we were no longer humans to her. We were just obstacles between a hungry animal and its food." I asked, "Why do all the people around her hate not just me but you as well?" "Son, I was raised and I have raised you never to hit a woman. But when a woman has no problem hitting you, she can beat you to death before you can bring yourself to fight back. Women in particular do not want men to believe that women would ever do what your mother was doing at last to us." I asked, "Dad, about the last night." Dad Interrupted, "That I will not talk about. Read the trial transcript if you must. But don't ask me about that night. I almost lost two of the people I loved more that life itself." "But you did lose mom. And I took her from you." "I lost your mother after she hit me with the lamp pole and then tried to shatter your skull with the same pole. I wasn't about to lose you too. I had no idea how to save you, but I was going to die trying. You saved you and me from what your mother had become. If there were anything positive beyond our survival, it would be that if your mother had killed us and then found her mind, she would have killed herself in the resumption of her sanity. You at least saved her from that." My father got quiet and refused to talk any more. That week I tried to call Carol but I couldn't get her to answer the phone. Finally Friday afternoon she picked up the phone first, "Hello, Hobson residence." "Carol, this is Gerald." "Quick, give me your number so I can call you. You aren't listed in the book." "It's 801-427-8509. It's a prepaid cell phone." Carol hung up without saying anything else. I wondered what was wrong. In about ten minutes my cell rang. She said, "Gerald, meet me at the Quickie Mart at Sand Street and Dunes Avenue." She hung up again. I got there in eleven minutes. As I pulled up on Sand, Carol ran up and knocked on my passenger door. I opened the door and she jumped in. She had a grocery bag under her arm and was wearing a backpack. She said, "I hope you can take me out of town where we went before." I drove off, calling my father while driving. He told me stop for fuel and groceries in Springfield. We got fueled and got the groceries there and headed out to the logging road. When we got to the gate, I got out and unlocked it while Carol drove my truck through. I locked the gate back up, and climbed back into the driver's seat. Carol wanted to sit right next to me but I needed her eyes out the passenger window to get up the logging road. It only took fifty minutes this time to get to the top. When we stopped there. Carol went out to pee and then returned. She said, "Gerald, I hope you want what I want." "And what would that be?" "I want you." "Does that mean...?" Carol shut me up by kissing me. We hugged each other. I wanted her so much, but I was still afraid. I did not want to hurt her. Carol told me, "Relax. I brought the condoms." I looked Carol right in the eyes and asked, "Carol, are you just trying to convince yourself you're attractive, or do you want me." "I guess a little bit of both. Now, is your bunk big enough for both of us." Well, this is put up or shut up time. I unlocked the camper door and went in to the bunk. I turned around to invite Carol in but she had followed me. We kissed again. She said, "Gerald, I want to make love with you but I'm scared. Part of me wants to jump your bones while part of me wants to hide in a nunnery. I trust you to take care of me." "Carol, I might not be the best person to take care of you. I have only made it with one woman, and I was roaring drunk on spring break five years ago. Does that change your mind about me?" Carol was quietly thinking for the next couple of moments. Finally she said, "Doesn't matter. I still want you. I guess we can learn about sex together. Are you willing to try with me?" "Is that a trick question? Of course I'm willing. I just don't know if I'm good enough for you." "You fishing for compliments or are you willing to try with me?" I asked, "What do I do first?" Carol looked around the camper. She found an old blanket and a spare sheet. She spread the blanket out on the floor and then spread the sheet on top of the blanket. She looked me in the eye and said, "You take off your clothes and I will take off my clothes. We put those clothes on the bunk behind you." We got our clothes off quickly and placed them on the bunk. I asked, "Now what?" "We get down on our knees on the sheet and begin to masturbate." That sure wasn't what I expected but when I saw her kneel and begin rubbing herself, I had to join her. We did not talk to each other but rubbed carefully with more than a little spit on our fingers. Carol came first. I stopped to watch her come. Carol said with an edge to her voice, "Don't stop now. I want to see you." I really started to get myself going. Just as I came, Carol leaned over to watch me come and got jizz on her breasts and her face. I started to apologize, "Carol, I didn't mean to." But she shut me up by kissing me. Carol said, "Kiss my breasts and face." I kissed away. I guess I cleaned most of my jizz off. Carol pulled my face back up and kissed me very deeply. When we calmed down, Carol said, "Now next, we masturbate each other." Carol spread her knees even further apart, and moved even closer to me. It felt so great to have her rubbing my dick. Carol had to remind me to play with her pussy. I tried so hard to concentrate on her pussy that I temporarily forgot what she was doing to me. This time we came together. My jizz barely splattered her chin. Carol stopped rubbing me and opened a condom pack. She rolled the condom on my dick. I was hard again. Carol said, "Now its time." She stood up and threw our clothes out of the bunk and then climbed in. I did not wait but climbed in right after her. I felt so right lying next to her. Carol helped me inside her and then we began to move together. I don't know how long we made love together but we did it until we both fell asleep. When we woke up in the morning, my cock was halfway out of the condom. I had my morning piss hard on. As I moved to get up, Carol said, "Put another condom on, I'm not letting you go to waste." It took us about twenty more minutes before we both came. Carol came first but rode me till I shot. She said, "Now we can both go out to pee." We went through a twelve pack of condoms that day. Carol told me after the pack was empty, "I was afraid that I wouldn't enjoy sex any more. I'm afraid of getting pregnant or I would say the hell with it and ride you bareback until you couldn't come any more. You may not believe it but you're simply great. Now we need to go home." I asked Carol, "When can I see you again?" Carol frowned and said, "Gerald, I really don't know. My folks want to move from here to give me a new start in life. Now I love what you've done for me, and I think I love you, but I need to digest all that has happened to me. Especially last night and today, I need to know if that was real love or just a really fun way of passing time." I drove Carol home. We did not say much to each other. When I stopped in front of her house she stepped out, but stuck her head back in to kiss me, then she ran into her home. I drove home and sat around in the dark until dad came in. "Son, we can afford a few lights. Why are you just sitting in the dark?" "Carol told me that her parents want to move her away from here." "Son, given what happened to her, that might be the best of all ideas." "Pop, I know I'm in love with Carol." "So what." "How can you say that? She is the love of my life." "Son, that may be so, but she needs to recover. Let her decide on what she should do with her life." "Dad, nobody let me decide with to do with my life." "I know that better than anyone. But she needs a better deal than that. We were stuck here because all our savings went to fighting that bastard prosecutor. And to put it bluntly, nobody else was going to hire an old man like me." "And now that I have finally found someone whom I love and might love me back, you're telling me that I have to let her go." "Yes, I am. In a few years, we can go from here. You will meet women who find you lovable. And you will love some of them. You've said this yourself. But if she calls you, then chase her to the ends of the earth, but give her the chance to choose." Pop turned the lights off and went to bed. I sat there in the dark again, wondering what to do about Carol. The next day answered my question. The Hobsons had moved in the night to god knows where. I wanted to scream, but I would not give the people around me that satisfaction. Old State Senator Brown was running his mouth a mile a minute. It might have been risky except his brain could barely walk. Still the man was calling in all political favors, as he tried to get vengeance for his son. My little town had private investigators and the state highway patrol sniffing up everybody's butt. Sheriff Connor chose this time to go to a safety refresher course in another state. That was a good choice for both him and me. Living the whole summer without Carol was a nightmare for me. I had been reclusive before, but now I turned into a hermit. Fortunately my job was mostly done in the forest, so interaction with other people was seldom a necessity. In September the Hobsons with Carol returned to town. They kept Carol on a very short leash. Fall dragged on without her presence in my life. November ended with the State Legislature finishing the final pre-holiday session. Senator Brown seemed to vanish from public sight. We had a snowstorm on December 12. Sheriff Connor was out, trying to rescue people who had their cars stuck in the snow. About 3:30 in the afternoon he stopped answering his radio. They found his car by the high logging road. That night somebody took all the Hobsons including Carol away from the grocery store leaving their car in the parking lot. When I heard about Sheriff Connors and the Hobsons, I knew without any real proof that old Senator Brown was working on his vengeance. I called my father and told him what I thought. Pop believed me and said, "Get home with your truck now!" I was at work but I made it home in nine minutes. When I pulled up to our front yard there was a man dragging my father to a car. I accelerated the truck into the front of the car. I have a special bumper that would save the oil pan of the truck from being punctured. This was one super strong bumper and it drove the front end of his car right through his radiator. That sucker hit my father on his head and came over to my truck. I guess he was going to beat me up, for he said, "Get out of the truck, you little blind wimp. I'll teach you to hit my car." I got out of my truck on the opposite side from him and came around to greet him. Until I got around the truck he didn't know that I was carrying a shotgun. He whimpered, "Hey, I really wasn't going to do anything to you." I crammed the barrel into his stomach damn hard. He put his hands over his stomach and I buttstroked his face. He fell softly to the ground. I went over to my father. Pop said as he came to, "They're looking for you son." "Well, I better find them." We tried to interrogate the man but he was too damaged to talk coherently. Pop tied him up and put the guy in the tool shed. I looked in the man's car and found a map with a red dot on it. It was the campsite where the raping occurred. I told Pop, "I think these people have taken the sheriff and Carol. I wish we could get some help but I honestly think that if we tried to get help from the law, we would just be arrested for defending ourselves. I'm going after them." "Son, you need more than small pistols to handle hired goons like the one you surprised. He had no idea that you would hit him." Pop went in the house and returned with two semi-auto duck hunting shotguns. They were ten gauge shotguns chambered for the new three and a half-inch shot shells. I said, "Pop, I can't carry both of those guns." "You think I would let you have all the fun. I'm coming with you. You're going up the old logging road, right?" Well, I couldn't think of a reasonable argument. Besides, there might be way too many of them for me by myself. I got up to a quarter mile from where I had camped before. Then my little brain hit me with a fact I had about overlooked. The gate to the logging road had been cut open. I had been in such a frantic rush that I almost forgot that fact. I stopped the truck. Boys With Their Toys Pop asked, "Did you camp right here in the middle of the road next to a swamp? I thought I taught you better than that." "Dad, did you cut the chains on the gate for this road?" "No, I see our game will be a little more interesting." Pop and I talked over strategy. Then Pop drove the truck very slowly and noisily up to the old campsite. There were two of them waiting. Like dummies they focused on the truck and did not notice that I had gone behind them with the ten gauge. The idiots actually stood up to shoot at Pop and my truck. I would have liked talky prisoners but ... two blasts from the ten gauge, and they were garbage bag material. Pop and I went to the State Park parking lot. I was betting that old Senator Brown would not walk all that far into the woods. I was right. The bastard had set up a campsite about two hundred yards from the parking lot. They had a little hill between the site and the lot that would block easy viewing from the lot. They had two gunnies with night vision binoculars but they were the ninety-nine dollar kind. Good for maybe fifty yards under the current low fog and no moon conditions. They had decided that whoever was coming would arrive from the parking lot. They were dummies. I got within twenty feet and shot one with my twenty-two. The other one turned and Pop got him with the ten gauge. That put the hawk amid the chickens. They shot off flares and started yelling like it was D-Day or something. Pop and I sidled off to our right and tried to watch the show and its players. Sheriff Connor was tied up and bleeding from his head. At least it wasn't spurting. Carol and her parents were tied up in a bundle face to face. They could not even crawl away. Old Senator Brown was shouting a mile a minute like always. And three gunmen were circling the campfire like if they just keep moving fast enough we couldn't shoot them. Apparently nobody was trying to rescue the men Pop and I shot, or their night vision goggles. It is great when your enemies make damn fool mistakes. Pop had carried a twenty-two rifle besides carrying the ten gauge. It had a little one and a half power scope. Pop put a twenty ounce plastic bottle on the barrel of the rifle and took a shot at old Senator Brown. He missed Brown because one of the dancing gunmen walked into the bullet's path. The little twenty-two tore his cheek muscle and a tooth or two out. You would have thought he was gut shot for all the noise he made. Old Brown jumped into the campfire, which put that out, but with more than average pain on his part This was better than a Three Stooges movie. The other two gunmen shot around in a circle. It got even better. One of the gunmen came running from the parking lot and was winged by a wild shot. Pop and I damn near had to slit our throat to keep from laughing out loud. Finally Old Brown squeaked out, "You come in and surrender or we will kill everybody." The unhurt gunman said, "You idiot, I'm not taking no death penalty for no damn sheriff." He ran to the parking lot. Old Brown sat up but his coat was charred and some of it was still burning faintly. This time Pop hit Old Brown right in the pisser. I sneaked over and freed Sheriff Connor. He was not as bad off as I thought. The Sheriff told me, "It ain't legal but you should finish that bastard off while you got the chance." "Damn, I'm just too soft. Besides with that wound, no woman and damn few men will listen to him." I knew the Sheriff didn't want the battle involved if he pressed charges. I then freed Carol, and pulled the tape from her mouth. I asked her, "Are you old enough to marry me yet?" Carol said, "Where did that come from?" "Well, I'm new to proposing, but I want to marry you if you will have me." Carol looked at her parents and then said, "If you can marry me before Christmas, yes, oh, yes." Her parents looked at me like I had three heads, but my father jumped in with, "This is wonderful. I will rent Forester's Hall." Sheriff Connor said, "I have marrying authority in this county. I can do for free just for you two." Old Brown squeaked in, "I will ruin you, boy, for marrying that slut." I walked over to him and took my skinning knife out. I suggested to Old Brown, "If you open your mouth to say anything like that about her again..." I stroked the edge of the knife suggestively. Sheriff Connor actually giggled. Mr. and Mrs. Hobson said, "We would be grateful to join our family to yours." Mrs. Hobson added, "Couldn't you lose that foul mouthed fool in the woods for the next century or two." Old Brown looked fearful at her words. At last he shut up. Epilog If you have friends in low places, any licenses or permits can be rapidly obtained. Two days later Carol Hobson became Carol Myers. It turned out due to changes in state law Sheriff Connor could not marry us, but Judge Wentworth could and did. Judge Wentworth hated old Brown. Our ceremony had fifty attendees Carol and her mother were the only women present. We went to Jamaica on our honeymoon but that story is really weird.