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By: emoguise



It had been one of the worst days of my life. I was waiting outside of one of the buildings on campus waiting for my boyfriend of a year to come pick me up, when I got a text from him saying he was busy fucking someone else, and couldn't come pick me up. What a way to break up!

I started my long trek home, considering I live a couple of miles off campus, with the sun setting. I was really upset, and completely overdressed to be hiking my way home. I was wearing a cute peasant skirt that covered my ankles and a little tube top that could barely conceal my very perky size C breasts. I was always receiving the attention from men, and I liked it. My green eyes and dark exotic hair topped off the package.

About half a mile away from campus I encountered a creepy looking man. He asked if I had seen his dog. He was holding an empty dog collar in his hand, but I was weary none the less. 

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, "I haven't seen your puppy." I started to walk faster, but the man was relentless.

"Well, would you like to see him?" He said under his breath. I panicked at that point, and took off running. I was in my neighborhood now, but my apartment was quite a ways away, and after kicking off my heels and sprinting, my skirts tripped me up and I fell to the pavement. The man was on me in an instant, and tore away most of my skirt in a second. I screamed and he hit me across the jaw. His mouth covered my breast as he fumbled around with his belt. And he managed to stick a few clumsy and bulky fingers in my pussy, before a pair of headlights came on in front of us and he took off running in the other direction. 

I was so stunned, I couldn't move, so I laid there on the pavement as I heard footsteps approaching from the car. A breast had worked its way over my tube top, and my skirt laid in tatters around me. I must have looked quite pitiful with bleeding palms and tears streaking down my cheeks.

"Are you okay?" A familiar sounding voice boomed from behind the lights.

When a man's shirt was placed around my shoulders and two strong arms picked me up, I looked up into the face of my roommate's boyfriend, Gary. His brows were crinkled with anger, and the muscles in his neck were clenched. I was so overjoyed, that I clung to him with all the strength I had left. 

My Lori, my roommate, was the luckiest woman in the world. Because, Gary is the greatest guy you will ever meet. Tall, chiseled body, dark hair, eyes, and skin, he looked like a god. And he treats her like a goddess on a pedestal, and yet still filled with passion. Whenever he comes over he makes a point to catch up with me, always friendly and concerned. We have so much in common; sometimes I wonder what it would be like to date him myself. 

Lori has a typical model frame. Little breasts, tiny ass, tight stomach, and I figured Gary liked that type until one day at our apartment pool when I caught him staring at my sunbathing body. Lori and he were complete opposites, and I think that worked for them. Their sex life was amazing, from what I could hear through the walls. And I had even masturbated to the sound of the creaking mattress and Lori and Gary's moans. 

But now, seeing the anger in his eyes, he looked like a completely different person. Not the gentle Gary, but someone else all together. I knew he would have killed that man, if he hadn't have run away. I couldn't bring myself to talk. But Gary kept me calm by whispering in my ear.

"Shhh, its all over now. You are safe. Shhhhh, I'm here Misty." He didn't even let me go when we got to the car, he just pulled back the driving seat and sat down with me still clinging onto his now bare chest. He drove me back to my apartment and carried me up the steps with me shivering and crying the whole time. Lori heard the knock and shouted,

"Coming back for more now are we, Gary?" But as soon as she opened the door, she yelled, "Oh, God, Misty! Are you okay? What happened? Take her into the bathroom, Gary. Put her in the tub, she's shivering." He walked me into the bathroom and Lori began to undress me while running hot water in the tub. 

Gary stood there momentarily as I was getting undressed, then caught himself, and politely walked out of the room. Suddenly I panicked! I didn't want him to leave my sight. 

"Don't leave me, he left me and I had to walk, and then....then...then...but...don't leave me please!" I was hysterical. I didn't know what I was saying but the words poured out. Completely naked, I ran out of the bathroom with Lori trailing behind me trying to cover me. I jumped up into Gary's arms, and he stood looking down at me shocked.

Lori came over silently and placed a robe around me. Even after being almost sexually violated, I became suddenly aware of the fact that Gary's hand was under my bare bottom and brushing against my womanhood. Gary's face was flushed, as they both carried me back to the bathroom and Gary placed me into the now full bath.

"It will be alright honey, we will just be outside the door, no one is leaving you I promise. We'll be right back, I need to talk to Gary a moment alone. I promise, right here honey," Lori said while taking his hand and leading him outside. He seemed reluctant to go now, but followed anyway. I heard them whispering outside.

"What happened here?" "I drove up on this guy attacking her." "Her boyfriend left her to walk? THAT FUCKER! Did you see the guy?" "No, he took off so fast, I wanted to go after him, but I saw it was Misty and I about died." "Oh, honey. I'm sorry, she's in bad shape. Thank god you were there, but can you stay tonight. I don't think she'll be okay if you leave. You saved her after all. She's not hurt, just frightened." "Should we call the police? I don't think she can talk right now." "Yeah, hes long gone for now anyway. Maybe in the morning." "Will you go back in there with her now, I don't want her to be alone." "Sure babe. Just go sit down and calm down, you look really stressed out." "You should've seen what he was doing, if I hadn't of gotten there.....I should have gotten there earlier...." "SHH, she might be able to hear, its not your fault, you saved her. I love you."

She returned and helped me out of the tub, drying me off and I hugged her. She was a good friend. I love her, but I envy the great jewel of a boyfriend she has. She placed me back in a robe, and took me to my bed. 

"I'm okay Lori," I said, "you don't have to take care of me. I'm fine now." 

"Nonsense, that's what friends are for. You've had quite a scare. I'll make you some tea." She smiled and left me. Gary came shyly into the room and brought a chair over to sit next to me. He was still shirtless from giving his clothing to me, and I stared unknowingly at his toned torso. He was amazingly attractive to me now, after all that he did for me. I was drawn to him, and was ashamed of myself. 

Lori returned with the tea and a small ice pack for my chin. She motioned for Gary to come away, as she turned off the light, but I gave a small look of protest and Gary shook his head. He leaned back in the chair and smiled at me. I gave a nod of appreciation and turned over to my side as I fell asleep from exhaustion. The dream I had was horrible. I must have shook violently and started moaning, because Gary was instantly on the bed with me holding me down. 

He rocked me back and forth and held me tight. I clung onto his hands and pressed back into the embrace. We were still for what seemed like hours. I could smell his cologne and feel his breath on the back of my neck. I couldn't take it anymore, the overwhelming passion I felt for him suddenly clouded my thoughts. Since my robe had worked its way open I grabbed one of his strong hands and placed it on my breast very suddenly. I heard his quick intake of breath, and felt a stirring against my ass. His hand grasped my breast gently and he kneaded the flesh slowly. 

Still in the spooning position he started kissing the back of my neck and took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and teased it gently yet firmly. I turned around and stared him right in the face. He had all this want in his eyes. We kissed, timidly at first, then he ventured to place his tongue in my mouth. Caressing my tongue with his, our passions ignited. He quickly removed the robe, and I laid there without a stitch of clothing while he gazed down at my body. 

"Beautiful," he whispered. 

My nipples hardened at his stare and without bothering to take off any of his clothes, he swung my legs over the side of the bed, and knelt down in between my legs. He just knelt there looking for the longest time. I became very self conscious and tried to cover up my hairless pussy with my hand. He took it lovingly and placed my hand behind his head. He was still motionless, as though he were memorizing everything about my cunt. 

He then ever so slightly touched me. Right on the outside folds, he ran his finger very gently down the sides and then once down the middle to part it. My pink inner flesh was now exposed and he blew softly on me, causing shivers to evoke. Just when I thought I was going to die from ecstasy his tongue made contact with my clit, and I moaned loudly. He explored my every fold and crevice with his tongue and not until my juices were dripping down my thighs did he insert a finger. 

He pumped me gingerly with this finger and slowly inserted another. This was all I could take. I was about to cum all over his fingers when he slid them out and sat back looking at me. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and closed his eyes while I looked at him. Cleaning them completely off, he said,

"I imagined your taste for so long. Watched you prance around in the apartment with your perfect body. But never could I have imagined this. You are so tight and you taste like heaven. I want you now, but if you can't tonight after all you've been through I will understand," He looked deeply into my face as I nodded very slowly and pulled him to me. With him standing and me sitting I had perfect access to his pants. I slid off his jeans and slowly peeling down his boxers.

I revealed the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It was at least 7 inches long and very thick standing perfectly at attention only inches from my face. I looked up into the face of the man I was falling for, and down his muscled chest into a V-curve of his hips down a sexy happy trail to this wondrous sight.

I licked the end of his head and tasted the sweetest pre-cum I have ever tasted. I enveloped the shaft as much as I could with my entire mouth and massaged his balls with my free hand. Just as I started to pump him in and out of my mouth, he pulled free and grunted,

"Please, I just want to be in you. I want to look you in the eyes." He laid me back and placed himself at the opening of my waiting pussy lips. While cradling my hips he gently pushed forward. Then he pulled out, and then all the way in. While he was still, allowing my pussy to adjust to his massive size, we kissed this sweet and passionate kiss. 

We started a perfect rhythm and soon the both of us were lost in pleasure. He was so concerned about my finishing with him he masterfully rubbed my clit building us both up until the peak of both of our efforts were resolved with a perfectly timed shared orgasm, shaking both our bodies and ending with complete complacency. 

I pondered next to this exhausted beautiful man, who had saved my life earlier this night, and now laid spent in my arms after the most wonderful lovemaking I have ever experienced. All I could think about suddenly, was my poor roommate...

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Hello all, thank you for the wonderful comments, as a novice I greatly appreciate the encouragement and support. Please continue to provide constructive criticism. 



Taylor hated driving to work. Normally she would take the train but today she was running late and had she waited for the train she would have been so late. Her boss would have been furious. He was a cranky old man anyway. She stuck to the speed limit and watched and cursed the speeding drivers flying passed her. She was thinking about all the manuscripts she had to read and didn't notice the smoke coming off the truck ahead. When it blew in through her open window she looked around for the source. Just as she was looking for the source of the smoke there was a loud bang and something went flying passed her window. Taylor looked up to see the truck ahead, the one full of the highly explosive canisters, was on fire and jack-knifing across the highway. 

Because she wasn't speeding, Taylor managed to slow down and pull over. Other cars weren't so lucky; they crashed straight into the burning truck. Taylor could see the explosive chemicals signs all around the truck and knew the people in the crashed cars didn't have a lot of time before the whole thing went up. She jumped out and ran towards the cars screaming to the others that had stopped to call for help. 

Taylor reached the first car and thanked God that she wasn't squeamish. The guy had a head wound that was gushing blood. She managed to get him out and told him to get as far away as possible. The smoke was thick now and she could barely breathe. It was also very hot; the very air felt like it was on fire. She heard screaming coming from her left, she couldn't see very well and her eyes were streaming but she followed the sound. Her legs hit the bumper and she felt her way around. 

Every few seconds there was another explosion and she knew time was running out. Yanking on the door handle she found two tiny faces wet with tears. 'Kids, damnit!' she thought. They looked young maybe three and about five, there was a woman in the front seat she couldn't see her very well but she wasn't moving. She had to get the kids out of there. Grabbing one under each arm she ran. She didn't know what direction, just prayed she could get the kids clear before going back for the woman. 

Once clear from the smoke and flames she saw people running around and she could hear sirens in the distance. She shoved the kids at someone coming towards her and turned to go back for the woman when there was an all-mighty roar and everyone was knocked backwards and off their feet. Taylor looked up at the huge fireball above the truck unable to move or think. When bits of metal started falling left and right she realized that everyone was too close. 

She got up, grabbed the kids that the other person had let go in the explosion and started yelling for everyone to get back. Most people took the hint and started running back. Almost dragging the kids she noticed several people with their mobiles out filming the whole thing. 'Creeps!' she thought, 'standing around getting their rocks off instead of helping'. A safe distance away she collapsed to the ground still holding onto the two kids. 

The emergency services had started to arrive and were organizing people in terms of injuries. The police were also about taking down names and statements. The kids had gone into shock and refused to let go of Taylor when the ambulance officer came round to check them out. Taylor escorted them to the ambulance and held their hands while they were looked at. The paramedic also patched up some of her cuts and scrapes and told her to get to the hospital to have her lungs checked out. 

The fire-fighters were out in force and Taylor was watching them unfurl hoses and start fighting the blaze. One guy in full breathing gear was standing near a truck trying to untangle a kink in the hose. By this stage Taylor was in full survival mode; in slow motion she saw something flying in the fire-fighter's direction. He had his back turned so he couldn't see it coming but she new it was going to hit him square on. 

Without thinking she leaped from the truck and ran yelling. He couldn't hear her above all the noise. She didn't know what else to do so throwing her whole body weight forward she dove for his legs and knocked him to the ground. Seconds later a canister went flying over their prone forms and crashed into the truck. Luke was pissed when he got up and ready to lay into whoever knocked him over when he saw the canister imbedded in the fire truck's side. 

Lifting the girl to her feet he dragged her away and radioed for everyone to clear the area around the truck just in case it exploded. The girl turned to face him "You ok?" she said and them promptly fainted. Luke picked her up and carried her to the nearest ambulance.

Taylor felt like she was swimming in a deep sea and couldn't quite get to the surface. Every time she tried it was like she was dragged back under so she stopped trying. Much later she realized that she was in a bed but she couldn't remember how she got there. She remembered the explosion and everything, she even had a memory of a pair of green eyes but she must be confused. She didn't know what was going on. 

She could hear murmured voices and there was some pain when she breathed but she didn't want to open her eyes just in case she was dead. She realized it was an irrational thought but there it was. She knew her curiosity would win out in the end so she whispered "Please don't let me be dead." And she finally opened her eyes. 

"Definitely not." Said a voice next to her. She looked around to see a kind faced middle aged man in a while lab coat smiling at her. 'Hospital, I'm in a hospital.' She thought and relaxed. "You are going to be fine dear. Just some smoke inhalation, cuts and bruises and a couple of broken ribs. We do want to keep you in for a couple of days just to make sure your lung function recovers though." The doctor said and Taylor nodded. 

"Of course she's going to be ok, she's a hero!" Came another voice from the corner of the room. She new that voice, she tried to sit up but the doctor pushed her back down and instead he raised the bed so that she was in a sitting position. When she could see she realized it was her younger brother Sam. 

"What's this hero business?" She said and her voice was little more than a croak. 

"Don't try and talk for a while." The doctor said. 

"Cool, I can say whatever I like and you can't yell at me." Sam teased. "Anyway you are a bonafide hero. Someone filmed the whole thing and it's been on every news station in town. There's this awesome shot of you walking out, fire blazing all around with a kid under each arm. Totally cool. Anyway you are going to make a mint selling your story to every channel." He prattled. 

"The kids, are the kids ok?" Taylor ignored the doctor's advice about talking. 

He gave her a stern look and said "Quiet now, yes the children are just fine they keep asking for the 'angel' though and their parents asked if they could come around and see you. I'll tell them they can, tomorrow, now that you're awake. Now no talking I'll get a nurse to bring you in a pen and paper." The doctor admonished and left. 

"What happened?" Taylor mouthed to Sam. He filled her in about the truck. Apparently a few canisters weren't secured properly and metal banging against metal caused a spark and the rest well, she lived it. Almost everyone was ok, thanks to her, only one lady died. Everyone was talking about how she just went in there to help. The cops were also annoyed at all the bystanders filming instead of helping. Taylor felt a little vindicated at her earlier anger. 

Sam stood beside her bed and said "I know you're a cool super hero and everything but don't do that again you scared the crap out of me. I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you." As he kissed her on the forehead. For all his bluster Sam was a great guy and he adored her as she did him. They were all they had since their parents died a few years ago. "Oh I almost forgot, there's this guy outside he's been waiting for you to come round, waiting for ages. He said he'd like to talk to you, is it ok if I let him in?" Sam asked. 

Taylor nodded figuring it might be the cops or arson investigators. A tall, handsome man with green eyes walked in. 'I know those eyes from somewhere' she thought but couldn't place it. "Um the nurse gave me this." He said and handed her a pen and paper. "These I bought." He continued and held up a huge bunch of flowers. 

Sam took the flowers off him while Taylor was writing. Her note read 'Not allowed to talk yet. Thanks for the flowers but who are you?' 

"Oh you probably don't recognize me without the gear, but I'm just another in the long line of people you saved yesterday." He smiled. 

"She saved your life too? Way to go sis!" Sam exclaimed. Taylor realized that he was the fire-fighter that she tackled to the ground right before passing out. 

"I just wanted to come in and personally thank you. Not many people would have done what you did." He said. 

"What happened? This wasn't on the news." Sam said. Luke explained all the while casting glances over at her. He couldn't believe that such a tiny little thing could do so much and knock him on his ass to boot. Sam was shocked and then he started laughing. "I taught you that tackle." He said. 

Taylor smiled at him and wrote back "Yeah but I perfected it!' Which had them all laughing before she started having a coughing fit. Both men went to her side to see if she was ok. She motioned them away blushing at them fussing over her, particularly the fire-fighter. 'Name?' she wrote. 

"Damn, sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Luke Sullivan, and you?" he asked. 

"Taylor Richards and I am her brother Sam." Sam answered for her and the two men shook hands. Sam looked at his watch and almost panicked, he was late getting back to work. Kissing his sister he left quickly. 

"I need to get back too." Luke said. "Is it ok if I come and visit you again?" He asked quietly.

'Sure but you don't have to.' she wrote. Luke smiled and walked out. 'My God he's gorgeous' she thought 'and I'm stuck in a bed looking like death and can't talk.' 

That first day was quiet. The doctor kept everyone away and since she wasn't allowed to talk it made for a lot of sleep and staring at the ceiling. That evening Luke walked in and sat in the chair next to the bed. Taylor was a little surprized, she didn't expect him to turn up. 'Hi.' she wrote and smiled. 

"This is going to be interesting considering you can't talk." Luke said chuckling. Taylor shrugged. He started making small talk, awkward at first and then easier as he relaxed. Taylor responded with short notes and some generally accepted sign language. He told about his job and work mates. There were some very funny anecdotes that had her laughing herself into another coughing fit. Luke was concerned about this so he stopped the funny stories, didn't want to cause her pain. 

He asked her things she could answer simply and they had been talking for a long time before the nurse came and kicked him out. Luke promised to come passed tomorrow. Again Taylor wrote that he didn't have to, he just gave her a strange look. 

The following day Taylor was told that she could start talking but to keep it to a whisper. This was a good thing since the police came by for a statement. She told them all she remembered and was grateful that they kept the interview short. Sam also came passed on his lunch break and was very disappointed that she was allowed to talk. 

In the afternoon her door opened and two little faces poked their heads through. Initially Taylor thought that some kids had just gotten lost but then she heard. "Mum, Dad, the angel's in here, come on!" and they came in and climbed right up onto her bed. The younger one couldn't quite make it so she helped him up wincing from the pain in her side. Their parents then walked in and introduced themselves as John and Sue Black. Their children were Jake and Billy, older and younger respectively. 

Jake and Billy smothered her in hugs and kisses and peppered her with questions like "How come you don't have any wings?" from Jake. 

Taylor laughed and said "When on earth angels don't show their wings." much to the kids' delight. John and Sue thanked her profusely for saving their life and explained that they were the one's that told the kids that she was an angel. 

"But there were two angels Mummy." Jake piped up from the corner. The kids had left the bed to explore the hospital room. "One angel that got us out of the fire and one angel that took Nanny Margaret to heaven." He explained. Taylor looked from face to face confused. John explained that Nanny Margaret was his aunt and she often looked after the kids when they worked. She was driving Jake to school when the accident happened. 

All the tension of the last couple of days finally hit Taylor and she burst into tears. "I'm so sorry I couldn't get her out, I tried to go back, I ..." Taylor said between sobs. 

Sue came and held her hand and comforted her "Please, please don't. You did so much. You saved our babies; you made sure people were safe. We saw the news footage, we saw you going back. You could have been killed. Yes we are sad about Margaret but we thank God every day for you." Sue said with tears running down her face. 

All three adults were crying by this stage until little Billy said "I didn't know angels could cry. Did you Jake?" Jake just shrugged, scratching that one up to the many mysteries of the universe. They chatted for a little longer and Taylor found that she got along very well with them. It was almost like they'd known each other for years. Sue promised to bring the kids around when Taylor went home before they left her to rest.

It wasn't long after they left that Luke turned up. "Hi." she said shyly. 

"Oh she talks." He said in pretend shock. "Thank God. I didn't think I could talk so much two days in a row." He said chuckling. They chatted for a while, Taylor filling him in on all the things she couldn't yesterday. He was telling her another story from the station when he noticed that she was fast asleep. He tucked her in and went to leave but he sat down again. 

He really didn't want to go yet, what if she woke up and needed something he rationalized to himself. 'That's what nurses are for, idiot.' said a voice in his head. He promptly told the voice to shut up as he watched her sleep. Not even an hour later she started thrashing about and moaning in her sleep. She woke up gasping for breath, sweat beading on her brow. "The kids, I couldn't reach the kids, the fire, it ..." Taylor rasped in tears. 

Luke sprung up squished into the bed and held her to him. He was careful of her injured ribs as he stroked her side and said "Shh, it's ok, just a dream, the kids are fine, you got them out. I'm here, its ok. Shhh". He held her until her breathing returned to normal. When Taylor calmed down enough to realize that it was just a nightmare she knew that she should stop holding onto him, but she couldn't bring her self to do it. She felt so safe in his arms, so comfortable that she slipped off to sleep. Luke stayed there holding her until the nurse came in and sent him away.

The next morning Taylor woke up looking for Luke. 'I'm going mad' she thought completely embarrassed with her behaviour the night before. The doctor came in and checked her out pronouncing her fit and well and able to leave at lunch time. He also suggested some time with a psychologist to deal with any possible reactions to the accident. Taylor said she would consider it. 

She was getting dressed in clothes that Sam had brought her wondering how she was going to get home when Luke walked in. "Anyone need a taxi service?" he quipped. Taylor looked at him puzzled. "Sam called me and asked if I could drop you off home. He said he would be there later with dinner so you didn't starve to death. His words not mine." Luke explained with a smile. 

"Ok." Taylor said as she tried to get her jacket on and winced in pain. 

"Let me help." Luke said as he stood closer and held the jacket up for her to get her arm through. She couldn't help but think of the previous night in his arms and she blushed furiously. 

"Thanks." She said avoiding his eyes. Luke drove her home. She noticed that her car was in the driveway and her bag was on the counter inside. She asked Luke how her things got there. 

"Oh Sam made sure everything got back here. Except the clothes you were wearing, they were kind of destroyed by the smoke and football tackles so they had to toss them." He explained laughing. "Are you going to be ok?" he asked. 

"I'm fine." she said shyly. 

"Ok I need to get back to work. I'll check in on you in a couple of days. Yeah, yeah I know, I don't have to." He waved her off before she could protest. She found her self smiling as he left.

Sam had been incredible. He made sure that the media stayed away. Or the very least couldn't find her. He also set up with her boss that she could work from home for a couple of weeks. He had to threaten him with going to the media and telling them that he was being inconsiderate to a local hero and allowed him to imagine the negative publicity. Her boss then consented to courier the manuscripts back and forward and she could video conference with authors and the rest of the staff. 

She was immensely grateful, she liked her editing job and didn't want to loose it, but she didn't think she was ready for the general public yet. The nightmares continued and she was having trouble sleeping over the next few days. True to his word Luke turned up a couple of days after she'd dropped her home. She looked pale and tired he noticed. "Not sleeping huh?" he asked concerned. 

"I'm fine." She said stoically. 

"Don't." He said "How come you haven't been to see the pysch? Sam said the doctor recommended it." He continued. 

"So you and my brother have been talking about me behind my back." Her eyes narrowed at him. 

"Hey, he's just worried about you. We both are. There's nothing wrong with getting help. I do, after particularly bad fires. You know just to get it all out." He admitted. Taylor was shocked. She didn't expect that this big, strong fire-fighter would go for all that head meddling stuff, maybe there was something to it. 

"I'll go." She said quietly. 

"Good." He stated firmly. They chatted for a while but Taylor was struggling to keep her eyes open. Unbelievably she fell asleep again. Luke chuckled as he gently picked her up and took her to her bed. He lay her down and covered her. 

"Don't go." She murmured softly. Luke shrugged and lay down next her putting his arm around her pulling her closer. Luke nodded off himself but woke early and left before she got up. It was the best night's sleep she'd had in a while. 'Great, can't sleep? No pills required – just sleep with a hot fire-fighter.' She berated herself.

The days passed quickly, Sam was a constant presence until she told him to stop smothering her. She did end up going to the psychologist and admittedly she did feel a little better getting things off her chest. Her ribs were also feeling better, allowing her more movement. Luke would come by every couple of days and she wondered when he would get over being nice for saving his life. 

Sue called often and she also spoke to the boys. That day Sue called and asked if she was up to having them around after school. Taylor was delighted. They arrived in a whirlwind of energy. All kisses and hugs and chatting. Taylor laughed at their antics and stories from school and pre-school. Kids being kids they eventually sprawled in front of the TV and watched cartoons. 




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This allowed her and Sue to have a proper chat. She told her all about going to the psych and Sue commended her on seeking help. She also told her about Luke and Sue raised and eyebrow questioningly. Taylor refused to respond. As the conversation moved on to other things there was a knock on the door. Before Taylor had a chance to react, the boys jumped up and answered the door. Luke was standing there smiling down at them. "Who are you?" they asked in unison. 

"I'm Luke and I'm here to see Taylor." He explained still smiling. 

They let him in and Jake said very mater-of-factly "She's an angel you know." 

Luke nodded gravely and said "I know, she saved me too." Both boys were looking from him to her before Luke explained about Taylor's actions that day. The boys thought it was proof positive that she was an angel and they went back to watching TV. 

"I still don't get it about the wings though." Jake grumbled much to the amusement of the adults.

Taylor introduced Luke to Sue and they talked politely for a while before Sue said she had to leave. The kids kissed and hugged her good bye and Taylor saw them out. "You never said he was so gorgeous." Sue whispered as she left. Taylor rolled her eyes at her and laughed. 

"You up to doing me a favour?" Luke asked quietly. Taylor was intrigued. "Look, the guys at the station have been hanging to meet you. They think it's funny that I got tackled by a girl and they also want to thank-you for your efforts." He said gruffly trying to hide his embarrassment. Taylor laughed and agreed to go with him, "I'll even buy you dinner after." He said. 

They arrived at the station house and it seamed very quiet, not that Taylor knew how noisy it should be. There was a common room passed all the offices and Luke and Taylor found everyone lounging around in there. Luke cleared his throat to get their attention. Once they spotted her they were up like a shot. She couldn't believe they could move so fast for big guys. 

Luke introduced her to the station chief first a friendly but stern looking man in his forties. "Finally we get to meet the one that knocked Luke off his feet. It's a honour." He said shaking her hand. She was also introduced to rest of them but couldn't remember everyone's name. Only one guy, Ben, because he was positively huge and every inch of it muscle. 

Ben was a big friendly giant though; he picked her up by the waist and spun her around. 

Once he put her down he started shaking his head "I can't believe someone so small took down the Great Luke Sullivan." He was laughing hard by then. "If I hadn't seen it I would never had believed it." He continued. 

"You saw it?" she asked in surprize. 

"Oh we saw the footage." The chief explained. "I have a friend who's a cop. They confiscated most people's mobiles to use for evidence. Crap I say, they just don't like people filming disasters, its sick. Anyway they got all of them but they didn't get the one that's been on the news, he posted it on the internet straight away, damned I-phones. One guy was filming the fire-fighters and he caught the whole incident. My friend let me watch it. Hell of a tackle though. You saved one of ours; that makes you family in my book." He explained as he clapped her on the back. Taylor noticed the others nodding and she was touched by their caring. 

She sat down and enjoyed their jokes and one-up-manship. After a while she felt comfortable enough to give as good as she got. Luke stood quietly marvelling at this tiny woman wrapping these huge men around her little finger. Luke was planning on taking her to dinner but Kyle insisted they stay and eat with them. Considering it was Kyle's night to cook and he was pretty good, Luke and Taylor agreed. Taylor had a great time. It really did feel like she was part of a family with lots of huge brothers. She glanced at Luke from time to time and liked how relaxed he was with them. 

Most returned to the couches after dinner while Luke and Kyle stayed to clean up. "She's hot, mind if I ask her out?" Kyle said out of the blue. Luke gave him such a look that Kyle physically stepped away from him with his hands held up. "Whoa man, just a thought. I didn't know you and her ..." He said. 

"It's not like that." Luke said through clenched teeth. 

"Buddy, it is so like that." Kyle said knowingly as Luke left the kitchen. 

The drive home was quiet each of them mulling over their own thoughts. Luke walked her in and Taylor said "That was so much fun, thanks for taking me. They're a great bunch of guys." Luke nodded. He had been very quiet since dinner and Taylor was considering asking him what was wrong when he walked over to her took her face in his hands and kissed her. 

Taylor was taken by surprize she didn't respond immediately but at some point the warmth of his lips against hers was too much and her mouth began moving of its own accord. He dropped his hands to her waist and kissed her harder feeling her lips part for him as their tongues began to duel. Taylor moaned against his mouth, heat pooling in her belly. He was making her so hot, she reached up and wove her fingers through his hair and pressed herself against him.

It was Luke's turn to groan as he felt her against him. Without thinking he began walking her backwards towards the bedroom. Their lips never left each other as he walked her to the bed and followed her down onto it. Taylor was dizzy with desire. She hadn't felt these things in such a long time that she was a little overwhelmed at the force of her response. 

Breathless, she kissed him as she explored his body with her hands. Luke moaned as he allowed his hand to cup her breast and run his thumb over a hardened nipple causing her to moan as well. He wanted her so badly his cock was straining painfully against his jeans. 

Taylor felt like she was melting, just a puddle of hot liquid floating on the bed. His hands slipped under her top to caress her sensitized skin and breasts. She wanted him; she was astounded at the force of her reaction. She was pulling at his shirt so she could get her hands underneath when she felt something vibrate against her hip. 

Initially they both ignored it but finally Luke pulled away and grabbed his vibrating phone out his pocket. "Damn!" he said. "I've gotta go." Getting up with a groan he looked down on her panting incredibly desirable form on the bed. Leaving was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Running a hand through his hair he said "This is not what I .... I'll talk to you soon." and he left. Taylor hadn't moved as she heard the front door open then close. She yelled out in frustration and then she started crying.

Luke was swearing a blue streak in the car all the way to the station while willing his erection to subside. It was the one and only time in his life he wished he wasn't a fire-fighter on call. He knew he wouldn't be able to get the image of her sprawled on the bed, eyes half closed with lust, out of his head. He knew that the message meant the 'go' team was called out to an emergency and him as leader of the 'ready' team had to man the station in case the second engine and team were needed elsewhere. Most times they never were but all members had to be there in case. He hoped she would understand.

Taylor cried herself to sleep that night. Not because she was upset with Luke. She understood that the call probably meant that he was need at the station or a fire. He had a job to do and it was important. She cried because she was scared. Scared at her reaction to him; her desire for him. Scared about how much she wanted him to touch her and feel those things again. Scared at even how much she simply enjoyed his company. Scared enough to realize that it was time to stop this in its tracks. 

She didn't return his calls the next day, or the day after that. She ignored his texts and pretended she wasn't home when he knocked on her door. She felt like a fool but she didn't know what else to do. 

Taylor was having dinner at the Black's when Sue asked "How's Luke?" Taylor's vague answer must have rung alarm bells for Sue because she cornered her in the kitchen and grilled her. "So what did he do? Was he horrible, 'cos I'll go kick his arse personally?" Sue asked. 

"No he was fine; we're just not ... I don't know." Taylor mumbled. Sue didn't feel comfortable enough with Taylor to say anything but she definitely thought that something was going on but she let the matter drop for the time being. 

Later that week her brother Sam came over for dinner and it was the Spanish Inquisition all over again. "So why aren't you taking Luke's calls, did he do something to you? I'll kill him!" Sam said in full protective brother mode. 

"No Sam, he didn't do anything. I just don't feel like seeing anyone right now." Taylor said exasperated. 

Sam was thoughtful for a while before he said "So you really like this guy huh?" 

"What?" she said incredulously. 

"Well, you only pull this 'dump them early' routine when you really like them." Sam said simply. 

Taylor couldn't seem to say anything other than "What?" 

"I know you sis, you do a runner every time it hits too close to home. I think you need to give Luke a chance, he's one of the good guys." Sam said. Taylor was impressed at her brother's observations skills but still angry enough with him that she refused to respond to him meddling in her love life. Or lack thereof as the case may be. 

Luke was furious. He didn't understand why she was hiding from him. Surely she understood about his job. He realized within the first couple of days of not seeing her that he was absolutely nuts about her. He couldn't stand her not talking to him. He wanted the chance to explain to figure out what, if anything, he had done wrong. And still the silence. 

He'd spent almost every night unable to sleep, the image of her dark eyes looking at him with desire were burned into the back of his eyelids. He was desperate, so he called Sam. 

He'd never gone around a woman before but this situation was different. He had to speak with her. Sam confided that she sometimes went to a park near her work to have lunch outside. He also said that she wasn't to know he told him under pain of death. Finally Luke felt like he could do something.

Taylor was enjoying the sunshine and the sound of birds after being couped up in her office. She often allowed herself the little luxury of having lunch in the park just to get away from all the pressure. This was like a small oasis of calm. She was daydreaming when something threw a large shadow across her. She looked up to see Luke towering above her. Having been wandering around for a while he'd finally found her and he seated himself next to her on the grass. Taylor didn't know what to say, she never expected to see him here of all places. "What are you doing here?" she blurted out. 

Luke looked at her quizzically "Looking for you, you're a hard woman to track down." He said mater of factly. She really didn't want to have this conversation so she made to get up. Luke captured her wrist to prevent her from leaving "We need to talk." He said in a firm voice. Taylor sat back down not looking at him. "Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" he asked quietly. 

How was she supposed to answer that? How could she explain the jumbled mess that was her brain at the moment? "Was it because I left while we were ... ah ... I got called out ... it happens sometimes ... I" Luke stammered. 

"No, not that. I get that you have a job to do." She said blushing at the memory of their last encounter. Even thinking about it made her hot, the man was gorgeous. 

"Talk to me, help me understand. I thought we were getting along well, hell we nearly ... was that it ... did I go too fast? Did I scare you? I don't think you said no but I was too wrapped up I may have missed it. Please tell me did I go too far?" Luke said very quickly. 

Taylor looked up at the concern in his voice and was captured by those green eyes. Oh she was going to have a hard time resiting this man. She didn't want him to feel like he had taken advantage of her because he certainly didn't. 

"You didn't do anything wrong. I was fine with it. I'm just a mess." She said miserably. 

"So tell me" Luke prompted gently rubbing her shoulder. 

She looked into his eyes again and some of her self imposed barriers came crashing down. It all came tumbling out. Meeting a wonderful guy in college, falling in love, making plans for a future with him, all the things that people dream about. She caught the bastard having sex with her roommate. They didn't even have the decency to be sorry about it. Apparently it had been going on for months. 

She talked about how stupid she felt, how betrayed, as well as how he broke her heart. He also broke something else inside her, her ability to trust men. Since then she would push men away when they'd get too close. So there, it was out, all the things that she'd never told anyone. Taylor looked away with tears in her eyes fully expecting Luke to run away as fast as he could. "Well, it makes more sense now." He said "So how about dinner tomorrow night?" 

Taylor looked up in shock. He was asking her out, after all of that, he was asking her out. "But ..." the words caught in her throat. 

"Look Taylor, I like you and I think you like me too. I don't scare easy so we'll take this as fast or as slow as you want. It's all on you now. I just want to let you know one thing. I'm not him; I would never treat you that way. If things aren't working out I'll tell you, face-to-face." He stated. Taylor nodded, amazed by his gentleness and sincerity. She wanted so much to believe it and he was giving her the one thing she needed, time.

The next few weeks were some of the best in Taylor's life. She and Luke had fun together, dinners, movies, roller-blading and simple things like staying in and watching DVD's. She was starting to trust him and that scared her a little. She was also starting to get frustrated because he hadn't touched her other than a kiss on the cheek good night. 

The first few weeks were ok, but over the last week she'd been masturbating almost every night, particularly after seeing him. The way he looked at her, his smell, the feel of his hand in hers would all be enough to send her into a fit of desire. Initially she was worried that he didn't want her anymore and then she thought that when he said it was all on her, maybe he meant this too. Maybe she had to make the first move. 

That thought terrified her, she may not have been a virgin but she hadn't had sex in years, since her break up with her college boyfriend. She wasn't sure how these things work. These thoughts were dancing around her head as she got ready for dinner with Luke.

Luke was watching her eat. He loved the way her delicate fingers moved. For a moment he remembered the way those hands and fingers felt on his body. He groaned inwardly, he couldn't allow himself those kinds of thoughts. 

They talked and laughed in the easy comfort they had developed but there was something more. The sexual tension was particularly strong that night. There was plenty of good natured innuendo flying about. Luke didn't know if it was on purpose or not, but she was dressed particularly sexy in a wrap dress that showed off her cleavage and the curve of her hips. He was finding it very difficult to keep his hands off her. 

Taylor was hot all over and trying to blame the glass of wine she had with dinner. She knew that wasn't true and that she was making excuses to touch him. Her fingers were itching to run themselves through his hair. Over dessert the conversation turned to sex. It was the first time they had broached this topic and they were both a little embarrassed and a great deal aroused. 

Very shyly Taylor explained about her lack of a sex life. Luke was shocked, he new she was scared of relationships but he didn't realize that included celibacy. He then talked about his partners, it was a very short list, he wasn't the kind of guy that screwed around. They were both giggling and laughing like school kids. 

In the car on the way back to Taylor's place, despite her earlier rationalization, she was thinking that he was definitely attracted to her so how come he hadn't made a move, didn't he want her anymore. Taylor gasped when she realized that she'd said that last part out loud. "Want you?" he groaned "I've been going mad, let's just say that my hand and I have become re-acquainted. I feel like a damn teenager but I promised to give you time, and I keep my promises." 

Taylor giggled at his admission and said "Me too." while wiggling her fingers at him. 

He got the implication and thanked God they were stopped at a light because he didn't think he could have driven right then. The image of her sprawled on a bed, her hands between her legs stroking herself had him painfully hard in an instant. He groaned, took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. Heat pooled in Taylor's belly and fire swam in her veins. They were both panting when the blaring horns behind them indicated a change of light. 

The rest of the drive was a mixture of anticipation and excitement. They used every opportunity to touch and kiss that they could so by the time the reached her driveway Taylor was ready to jump on him. Luke was around her side in a flash. His lips descended on hers as he pushed her against the car. The feel of his hard body against hers was driving her crazy. Her hardened nipples were brushing against his chest sending ripples of pleasure to her core. He had his thigh between hers and she couldn't help from grinding her sensitive sex against him feeling that delicious pressure build. She could feel his hardness pressed against her. 

She was close to coming when he pulled away saying "We'd better get inside." in a husky voice. Taylor fumbled with her keys at the door because he was standing behind her, his hands on her breasts, stroking and teasing her nipples. He'd also managed to undo her dress so that it was coming apart even before they stepped into the house. 

Luke pressed her up against the door as he kissed her neck and collar bone. He had managed to expose the front of her and his breath caught in his throat as he saw she clad in a lacy black bra and matching panties. "Beautiful." He whispered. "Please tell me this is ok, because I don't think I can stop." he breathed. 

Taylor's heart skipped a beat at the fact that he even asked. In response she took his hand and placed it between her legs urging him to discover for himself how much she wanted him. They both groaned as he touched her velvety softness. Luke slipped her panties off to allow him more access as he took a hardened nipple into his mouth. Taylor cried out in pleasure at the combined sensations. 

Somehow she'd managed to unbutton his shirt allowing her to explore the hard planes of his chiselled chest but she couldn't reach the buttons on his pants so she whimpered in frustration. Feeling her urgency Luke undid himself and allowed his boxers and pants to fall to his ankles. 

Taylor's eyes widened at the sight of him. He was large; her hand couldn't get the whole way around when she reached out to touch him. Luke pushed her hand away knowing that if she kept that up he wasn't going to last. Lifting her up so she wrapped her legs around his waist, he positioned himself at her entrance. He allowed her to slowly lower herself onto him until he was fully inside her. 

They moaned together as he filled her. Luke thought he was going to explode she was so tight and wet. Taylor felt so incredibly full and when he started to move she couldn't breathe it was so good. Taylor was hanging onto his shoulders as his stokes became longer and harder and with each pass he was rubbing against her hardened nub causing her to cry out in pleasure. 




Saved



Luke could tell she was close, he could feel her walls tensing, it was all he could do to hold on but he wanted her to feel it first. "That's it cum for me baby." He encouraged as he stroked in her harder. Taylor screamed as her orgasm hit, waves of pleasure flowing through her body. She was glad he was holding her up because she felt weak. When he watched and felt her cum it was Luke's undoing, two more strokes and he cried out, his whole body tensing as he came inside her. 

They stayed like that for what felt like ages, clinging to each other trying to regain their breath. With the last of his strength, Luke kicked his pants off and carried her, with him still inside her, and laid her on the bed. Slipping off him with a groan, Taylor curled up in his arms, her head on his chest. "I'm sorry." He said as he stroked her back. 

Taylor looked up in surprize. "Sorry for what?" she asked astounded. 

"I'm sorry it didn't last long, I'll make it up to you next time, it'll be nice and slow." He grinned mischievously. Taylor blushed at the implications but something inside her purred at the thought of a next time. 

"Well I certainly enjoyed myself but if you feel you didn't do a good enough job then feel free to try again and again and again and ..." She teased. Her laughter was swallowed by his mouth on hers kissing her so tenderly that she couldn't breathe. 

Luke turned serious for a minute "Are you ok with this?" he asked. He could feel his heart stop beating waiting for her answer. 

"Yes, I think I'm more than ok with this, not just the ... well ... but with you." she said blushing. Luke's heart skipped a beat as it restarted. 

"Good because I love you and I'm not letting you go." He said firmly. Taylor burst into tears; it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever heard. She knew she was in love with him too but she was too scared to admit it. "What, what? Did I say something wrong?" Luke said worried and trying to get her to look at him while wiping the tears from her eyes. 

"No, you just make me so happy. I love you too." she said. "Now what about all that making up you have to do?" she said as she tickled him. 

"I knew it, you just want me for my body!" he teased back as he tried to avoid her tickling fingers. The giggles dissolved into kisses as they lay in each others arms.



Saved!



Pastor B.H. Eaton was the much loved shepherd of his flock at Normanhurst Baptist Church.

Normanhurst Baptist was not a wealthy congregation but composed of a cross-section of steelworkers and other blue collar workers.

The forty-two-year-old redheaded Scotsman had endeared himself to his fold, both young and old.

Eaton did not limit his ministry to Sundays but maintained an active visitation program throughout the week calling upon his parishioners in their homes. It was not unusual to see Pastor Eaton's old blue Chevy parked in front of a mom's home while he joined her for a cup of tea. 

The church was a simple wooden structure erected in the midst of a survey of wartime housing erected during the war to accommodate the critical need for steelworkers. After the conclusion of the war many of the families remained living in Normanhurst.

Lynda called Pastor Eaton one Monday afternoon requesting a private counseling session with him. The pastor said he would be able to see her in his study as soon as she could get over to the church.

Lynda was a twenty-two-year-old buxom blonde still living at home with her parents. Lynda was engaged to be married to Ross Ireland, another of Eaton's parishioners, in a few months. Eaton was to perform the nuptials and had offered to counsel the young couple.

Lynda knocked on Eaton's study door about twenty minutes later. She was wearing a summery cotton dress with straps over her bare shoulders holding up the bodice of her dress offering a generous view of her cleavage.

"They must be "D" cups!" Eaton mused as he showed the young girl into his study.

Eaton motioned for her to be seated in front of his desk as he sat himself in the swivel arm chair behind the old oak desk. Most of the furniture in his study had been salvaged from the old W.H Ballard School when they had closed it.

The Nyack Bible School diploma on the wall and the photograph of his wife and daughter on the desk added his personal touch.

"What can I do for you today?" Eaton beamed.

"It is about Ross, he is pressuring me for sex and I told him we must wait until we are married." Lynda explained.

"You have had no sex at all?" Eaton asked more to satisfy is own curiosity than any other reason.

"He has felt my bare breast that is all." Lynda confessed.

"Did you like it?" Eaton found himself asking.

"It was O.K. but it was getting us too excited." She explained.

"I bet with knockers like yours!" Eaton thought "How do you feel about sex?" 

"Its wrong before you get married." Lynda gave what she thought was the expected answer.

"But you are going to marry him soon." The pastor reminded her.

"I guess I am afraid because I have never done it before." The blonde confessed her true reason.

"That is easy to solve." Eaton replied the wheels in his head spinning, "I could give you some special coaching."

"Is that permitted?" Lynda looked confused.

"In special circumstances but it must be absolutely confidential, even Ross must not know." The pastor warned.

"When can we start?" Lynda asked.

Eaton arranged to pick the young bride-to-be up at a local coffee shop later that night. He told her to tell her parents and fiancé that she was going to a special prayer meeting Pastor Eaton had arranged for selected church youth. 

His prey was there waiting for him when he drove up to the coffee shop. His eyes scanned the area to ensure no one saw the young blonde coming out to join him in his car.

"Hurry up and get in." he said as he pulled away from the curb. 

Eaton had a smoking Export "A" in his mouth, another of his secret vices.

"Where are we going?" Lynda asked/.

"You will see." He curtly answered. 

Now that he had his prey in his car the pastor's attitude had changed from one of kind consideration to one more reflective of his true motivation, to deflower the naive blonde seated beside him.

Lynda still wore the pale blue cotton dress she had worn earlier to his study. Eaton couldn't help staring at the top of her generous creamy mounds wondering what her nipples would be like.

Eaton guided the Chevy out of town along highway #6 that led to the rolling hills of Caledon. The church had a campground amidst the cedar woods of Caledon where they held spiritual revival campfires with Eaton preaching fire and brimstone.

Eaton was a Biblical scholar and could quote the Holy Scriptures to say whatever he wanted them to say. 

He reflected on how many devote Christian mothers and daughters had rendered themselves naked to fulfill the "Christian duty". 

Lynda was about to see a side of the pastor he had only revealed to a few selected women. There had been Joyce Tourney, the young wife he had successfully planted his seed into and produced a fine son. To this day her husband Bill was not aware of his wife's dalliance. 

Camp Calvary was deserted when they reached the end of the narrow gravel road. The camp consisted of an aged wooden cabin adjacent to the campfire circle. 

Lynda had spent many of her childhood days singling the gospel songs while a huge bonfire crackled in the midst of the parishioners making a joyful noise unto the Lord.

Tonight Lynda would be making a different noise.

The night was silent when Eaton turned the engine off. Gradually the crickets resumed their evening serenade accompanied by the bullfrogs in the bass section.

The dashboard lights were their only illumination as the Chevy's A.M. radio played "golden oldies".

Eaton began unfastening the buttons on the back of Lynda's dress allowing it to open and expose her bra strap. With three buttons undone Eaton was able to unhook the row of triple hooks and eyes on the back of her bra. The bra popped as the tension was released and Eaton's hand went under the cup and scooped out her bare breast.

Lynda's breast was the largest he had ever held in his career of seducing female members of his congregation. Her nipple was perfect, about a three inch diameter aureole surrounded by a scatter of nodes circling her half-inch tubular teat. Eaton squeezed it like a lump of pizza dough.  

Lynda felt embarrassed with her pastor holding her bare breasts in his hand although he seemed to be enjoying it. She felt his mouth swallow her nipple.

Eaton's lips sucked on her stiffening teat in an effort to draw mother's milk from her huge mammary gland.

Eaton's other hand went down to her leg under her skirt. He felt the silky pantyhose she was wearing or were they stockings?

As his hand crept up her legs he discovered they were self-supporting thigh-highs ending about mid-thigh. There was a short expanse of naked skin and then her bulging silk covered pussy.

Eaton's fingers could not wait to explore Lynda's Never-never Land, his fingers tunnel under the elastic leg opening into a forest of curly golden locks. Lynda moaned softly as her legs opened.

Eaton knew exactly where the jewel was he sought. His fingers went to her already swollen clitoris and began manipulating it like the trigger of her desire.

The ecstasy was too much and Lynda's legs clamped shut again trapping Eaton's fingers in her like a helpless mouse that had entered the trap too far. Eaton kissed the young bride.

Eaton's skilled seductive way helped put Lynda at ease, she begin to melt in his arms. Her legs opened again allowing him the freedom to explore her virginity.

"God!" Eaton thought, "She's so tight!"

Lynda's dress had fallen down around her waist and Eaton had pulled her bra away exposing both of her ample breasts. The submissive blonde raised her buttocks allowing Eaton to slide her panties down out of the way. She was now bare breasted with her panties down around her knees.

"I am going to fuck you." Eaton announced.

The pastor's use of the "F" word shocked Lynda more than his intentions.

'I want you to get in the back." Eaton instructed his prey.

Obediently Lynda climbed over the seatback, he clothes trailing behind her. Eaton watched her white bare bottom as she lifted herself over the seatback.

It never ceased to amaze Eaton how willing women were to submit to his demands. It is difficult for a young lady to preserve her modesty when she is climbing over a seat half-naked to be fucked.

Eaton opened his door and slipped into the back to welcome his conquest.

"Just lay back." He said as he lifted her skirt out of the way.

Lynda's skin was an almost translucent white and unblemished. Eaton noticed she had an "outy" belly button. Her pubic hair was untouched, a tangle of spun gold concealing the entrance to her virginity.

Eaton's cock was throbbing painfully hard as he dug it out from his trousers.

"Open your legs." He ordered.

Lynda did as instructed.

She felt him bury the head of his cock between her plump pussy lips.

"It will only hurt for a minute." Eaton said as he lunged into her claiming her pristine cunt for his pleasure.

The pain was sharp causing Lynda to cry out. As the entire length of Eaton's cock filled her void.

Eaton fucked her like a sex-crazed dog, there was no tenderness only the animal need to inseminate her.

Lynda lay submissive, allowing her perverted minister to have his way with her.

"You are not going to come in me?" Lynda said more as a statement than a question. She realized Eaton was not using a condom and she had no protection against pregnancy.

Eaton did not answer but continued fucking the frightened girl.

As Eaton's pace quickened Lynda realized he was not trying to counsel her but merely using her body for his gratification.

"Fuck me bitch!" Eaton snarled.

Lynda was horrified at the pastor's vulgar language, he had removed any doubts she still made of had of his intentions. His cock was now reaching deep into her intimate space,

"Please..." she whimpered.

Eaton showed no compassion but continued fucking the weeping girl with determination.

"I am going to give you a baby!" Eaton threatened.

"No, no, please don't!" Lynda made another desperate plea.

Lynda's prayer went unanswered as Eaton's body stiffened, his sperm shooting out the head of his cock spraying the young girl's fallopian tubes with his life-giving seed.

Lynda's heart sank, not only had the pastor stolen her virginity he had exposed here to pregnancy. Ross must never know of this, she would seduce him as soon as possible and allow him inseminate her.

Eaton allowed his young victim to compose herself after he had used her to receive his cum. Lynda returned to the front seat beside him with her dress arranged as well as she was able.

"You are going to provide me with your pussy whenever I want it." He advised Lynda. 

Lynda wept.

"We don't want Ross to find out his wife is a Jezebel do we?" Eaton grinned.

"No." Lynda quietly agreed.

Eaton did some quick mental arithmetic, now he had been in the pants of three of his more attractive female followers. 

He mused about making the quiet Irene Mapstone his next conquest. Irene's husband Jay was one of the church Elders and he was sure the mousy hair brunette was no match for his skill.



Saved by Merrill



This story takes place in the fantasy world of Dragon Age, and I do not claim ownership of said franchise nor any derivatives. This is purely a story for people to enjoy, nothing more. Also, I welcome constructive criticism, I want to get better t writing, but I can't do that without knowing my flaws and what I am doing right :)

Now,

Let's,

Begin. 

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You are Siarl Ó'Sioda, who is far away from your village, and was being pursued by three bandits. "I should have listened to my brother! He told me to take the Imperial Highway but nooo, I had to be adventurous and take the less beaten path!" you thought as he heard arrows wiz by your head.

You have lived in Val Foret your entire life, and at the age of 19, have decided to go to Val Royeaux to make your fortune. Even though Val Foret was situated right on the imperial highway (the stone road that connected Thedas together), you had always loved adventure, so you wanted to travel though the forests to get to Val Royeaux. Now, that decision was paying off- for the bandits.

You are part of a rich family in Val Foret, and your family wanting show their wealth to the nobles in Val Royeaux, had bought you a fine green tunic with sleeves with gold sewn in, a leather chest piece, and a long sword; None of which would be of any use to you in fighting off the bandits, not being trained and all.

You hear a loud *THUNK* and feel a horrible, piercing pain in upper shoulder blade, a thousand times worse than anything you have ever felt. You let out a loud scream and fall forward and hear footsteps approaching. "This is how I die, isn't it? Andraste please let the Maker have mercy!" You think as you hear three people coming towards you from behind and, wait... someone is running towards you from the direction you had been running to. You hear whooshes unlike those of the arrows pass over him along with great heat, towards the bandits. The bandits screamed and went silent.

You hear a rustling in the leaves moving towards you. You turn you head to the side on which the movement had stopped, and saw two very white bare feet attached to long firm calves covered in chainmail and the butt of a mages staff stuck into the ground next to the feet. The owner of the calves, the person who had just saved you, lowered herself into a squatting position. Tight, tall, yet full thighs also clad in mail attached to round, medium-narrow hips. She had on what looked like an under-outfit of skintight chainmail, covered by a traditional Dalish garment (the name of which escaped his mind at the moment) that looked like an Apron-Dress with the sides cut out, leaving only a side-less top and long loincloth. She has thin arms and stomach, with small but plump breasts. She had an adorable face, with cute lips, very large eyes, a short hairstyle, a small nose, elegant cheek bones and jaw, elven ears and face tattoos.

"Thank... you. Who... are y-" you begin to say, but are cut off. "I'm Merrill, no more questions, I'll heal you. Don't worry." She says and she lets out a soft smile and closes your eyes and you fall asleep.

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You wake up on a bed in the middle of a single room wattle hut with openings in the walls for windows and a larger opening for a door. There are no covers over any of the opening, none made of cloth, wood, nor glass. The roof is made of thatch and there is a post in the middle of the room. You notice you are naked except for a light sheet draped over your hips and privets.

You try to get up and then the elven woman who saved you earlier walks in the door and rushes towards him "lie back down, you're not strong enough to walk yet" she says as she puts each of her hands on your shoulders and gentle lays you back down. "Where... am I? W-why did you save me?"

She sits down next to you on the bed, right next to your hip and places her hand closest to you on your thigh, which causes you to get harder and the back of your neck to heat up. "Your about 5 miles from where you fell, as for the second question, " she smiles, "I couldn't resist a man in distress, especially not one quite so good looking as you." Your jaw quivers with the endorphins rushing through your blood. "W-w-what do you want of me?" you ask, hoping she will answer with what you think she is saying.

"I want you," she says "you, your mind, and," she moves her hand under the sheet covering your now growing erection and grasps it gently, "I want you to fuck me." Before you can consent, the petite Dalish beauty tosses the sheet off of you and holds your now rapidly stiffening cock up and sucks gently on its head. Your toss your head back in pleasure; you see how her cheeks indent as she creates a vacuum with her mouth on your now pulsing erection. With her free hand, she undoes her apron-dress and throws it to the side, showing the skin-tight chainmail that clings to her plump, perky tits. Her hand on your cock now begins to rub up and down, slowly caressing the pre-cum to the tip where she sucks it out and swallow it.

She begins twisting her hand as she sucks you off and then slowly thrusts your cock deeper into her wet, vacuum mouth, her hand leading in front of her lips. With her other hand she caresses your balls, she then moves her body so as to see her ass better. The formfitting chainmail shows every last curve of her cute, tight butt. Her ass isn't the most beautiful sight though, as the petite elf lines up your cock and her mouth to deep throat me. She plunges down with her hand leading her mouth; she goes all the way to the root of your cock in one fluid movement, sending shivers of pleasure throughout your body. She leaves your cock in her throat for a few seconds, letting her esophagus massage the last of the pre-cum out. Her throat is so tight, you almost cum.

She opens on large, beautiful eye and looks at you before raising her head up to the tip of your cock again to suck. You reach out one hand to touch her sexy, tight, peach like ass. The chainmail isn't that cold, or rough at all, it feels more like silk. You spank her slightly and she jilts forwards slightly as she sucks your cock and brings her head up and gives you a hand job while she looks at you, and speaks through pre-cum stained lips. "You like my ass?" you nod your head. She smiles, "then you'll love this."

She quickly swings herself so that she is kneeling right in front of your cock and facing away from you. She picks your hard cock up and brings it to her ass and pushes it into her ass cleavage and squeezes her ass together with her hands and slowly moves up and down, making you grown with pleasure. She quickens the pace, her ass forming around your cock, pressuring it to blow its load at any moment. Just as your about to hit an orgasm, she stops, turns around and opens up the top of her outfit, revealing her firm, proud breasts.

Lowers herself so that she lies on her stomach and your cock is in between her tits. She pushes them together with her hands and lowers her head down to suck on your cock. You are large enough so that she can both tit-fuck you and give you a blowjob at the same time, which is the best you have ever felt in your life. Her breasts slosh as they hug and rub your cock, and her cute lips suck on the top one and a half inches of your cock. She sucks you harder, harder, and harder.

Eventually, you reach an orgasm. Her tits running your cum up and down the inside of your cock. You experience wave after wave of pleasure and joy, then she sucks the cum out of you. She sucks so hard, she sucks the cum out of you. You lay back, paralyzed. You look up and see that her cheeks are full of cum, even a little running out of her nose. She tilts her head back and swallows. "Delicious," she says as she moves to lie down next to you. You both fall asleep in each other's arms.



Saved by Don Quixote



This is a story about a loving wife who loved herself more than her family, so I suppose it fits in the Loving Wives category. A message to those anonymous commentors who complain if the husband doesn't disembowel his wife in revenge -- if you must offer a comment, make it constructive or I'll exercise my right to edit comments.

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The rain hammers steadily on the roof of the car as I sit scanning the deserted street. The neon street lights cast yellow reflections in the puddles and apart from a woman walking her dog, all is quiet. The windows are beginning to mist up and I turn on the air blower to keep them clear - I need an unobstructed view of the road. The DJ on the radio is playing an irritating Country and Weston tune and I turn the car radio off and settle back into my seat, pondering the events which brought me here.

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I've always had a pretty philosophical attitude when it comes to life, after all you only have one stab at it and you have to cope with whatever fate throws at you. I was born in 1958 to a good, steady, middle class family. In any normal circumstances I would have been set up for life but when I was six months old fate delivered what proved to be the first of a number of a vicious curve balls. A fire in our home killed both of my parents. 

Suddenly there was Rick Saunders (that's me by the way) up against the big bad world on his own. My paternal grandmother, as my only living relative, took me into her loving care at least guaranteeing me a nurturing and loving upbringing. My parents were well insured and my "nan" gave me as good an upbringing as anyone could desire.

While I loved my Grandmother I found life as an orphan difficult, I missed the guidance that only a mother and father can provide. Although I didn't remember them, I missed my parents dreadfully. I promised myself that should I ever have children, I would be the best and most attentive parent they could ever wish for. No child of mine would enter the world without my support and guidance. This philosophy would prove both change and save my life.

I was a typical kid, passably intelligent and not too ugly. I did well enough at school and had a few friends, both male and female. With hindsight, my main flaw was that I was probably too idealistic and naïve. I always took people at face value and tried to treat everyone with respect and decency -- not necessarily the ideal traits when it comes to survival in the real world. My Grandmother had taught me well, perhaps too well. Basically, I was a "nice guy".

My big passion in life was music and like many kids in the 1960's I was swept up by the wave of pop music and at the age of ten I decided that I wanted to learn the guitar. I struggled for a few years with an old Spanish guitar picked up in a second hand shop. I had fitted steel strings to it which bent the neck so badly that it was agony to play. I nevertheless taught myself most of the current pop tunes and I had a real aptitude for the instrument. My grandmother would pretend to object to my playing, often bemoaning the terrible noise coming from my bedroom. In reality I suspect she was secretly proud of my efforts.

I well remember coming home from school on my 16th birthday to find a battered leather guitar case on my bed. Inside was an old, blonde finish Martin acoustic guitar. On the face of the guitar was a pen sketch of Don Quixote tilting at a windmill. Beneath was written the text:

"En un lugar de la Mancha, de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme, no ha mucho tiempo que vivia un hidalgo do los de lanza en astillero, adarga Antigua, rocin flaco y galgo corridor."

("In a place in La Mancha, whose name I do not want to recall, there dwelt not so long ago a gentleman of the type wont to keep an unusual lance, an old shield, a greyhound for racing, and a skinny horse.")

The picture had been perfectly finished with clear varnish and was a breathtaking enhancement to the guitar. Tied to one of the machine heads was a gift tag.

"Happy Birthday Rick, may this gift give you great joy. Nan"

I was astounded and I remember weeping for joy on seeing the beautiful instrument. Compared to my old guitar it played like a dream.

My grandmother explained that the guitar had belonged to my grandfather and that he had known Pablo Picasso in the 1940's. It appears that Picasso had agreed to decorate the guitar for my grandfather. I had no idea if the story was true but I liked to think that perhaps the picture was the genuine article.

More importantly though, my grandmother told me that she thought the image reflected the character of both myself and Don Quixote, me being hopelessly idealistic, impractical and optimistic. She would say I was "alone in a fragile world filled with injustice and beauty". The guitar was my pride and joy and through it I became an accomplished musician.

I was tolerably successful at school and achieved sufficient A level grades to go to University and I chose to study economics at London University. I plunged into the student lifestyle with enthusiasm, partying and drinking with the best of them. While I had a good circle of friends I had been notably unsuccessful in finding a long term girlfriend. Sure there had been dates but I hadn't managed to stick with a girl for more than a week or two. You won't be surprised to hear that my main pleasure was playing in the University folk club. It's one thing to play guitar for your own pleasure, playing in front of an audience takes it to a whole new level.

I was sat one day eating lunch in the student refectory when this girl walked up to my table. She was a pretty, petite girl with shoulder length, brown hair. She wore a summer dress rather than the ubiquitous jeans and T shirt.

"Do you mind if I share your table?" she asked with a smile.

I smiled back.

"Please do," I told her.

Her name was Janet and it transpired that she was also a third year and she had a room in halls on the floor above me.

"My name is..." I began.

"Rick Saunders," she replied for me. "I've seen you at the folk club."

"Oh yes?" I replied, suddenly very interested.

"I love your playing," she added. "It's the main reason why I go."

With this welcome topic our conversation didn't have the usual disjointed feel my first meetings tended to have. Soon we were deeply involved in a debate over music.

We began to date and to my surprise and pleasure, we clicked. No, more than "clicked", I fell head over heels in love with her. Not only was she pretty, she was unbelievably cute with a smile which melted my heart.

Janet was a shy girl and had a certain naivety, indeed she seemed surprisingly inexperienced for a 20 year old. I took it steady with no outrageous attempts at sex -- I didn't want to spook the girl. We had discussed sex but Janet told me that she fully intended to keep her virginity until she was married. We would kiss and hold hands but Janet would politely discourage any attempt by me to explore her body. I wasn't too dismayed, I felt that all things came to those who wait. We grew closer and I began to feel that this was my life partner.

After a couple of months Janet invited me to spend the weekend at her home. My initial reaction was of slight dread, was this a case of future parents wanting to check me out? I agreed, hoping that I wouldn't regret it. 

Her parents lived in a large house in Windsor -- very expensive, very upper class. We arrived late on the Friday afternoon. Her father, Harry, was a quiet, thin man. He looked a lot older than I expected and I wondered whether Janet was a late baby. He had a sort of tired, hang dog expression. Her Mother, Margaret, was a domineering, dumpy woman with big tits. She was clearly preoccupied with social climbing -- her whole life was centred on trying to show the neighbours that she was better than them. Their house was beautifully furnished and decorated, perfectly tidy with an excess of frilly curtains. Margaret was a perfectionist when it came to their house.

"Welcome to my house, Rick," Margaret said as she shook my hand."This is my husband Harry."

Harry smiled and shook my hand firmly. I was intrigued that Margaret had referred to the house as "hers". Janet seemed overwhelmed by her mother and seemed to slip into her shell. To be truthful I felt very uncomfortable in the house. I felt unwilling to move or do anything in case I disrupted the perfection of the place.

"We leave our shoes in the porch," Janet told me. "Mother doesn't like dirty marks on the carpet.

I ask you, how many houses do you go to where you have to wander around in your socks?

Dinner was cooked to perfection and we were soon sat in the lounge drinking coffee.

"So you want to marry my Janet," Margaret began.

I looked at Janet in surprise, she in turn blushed and looked away.

"Er... well its early days yet," I replied.

"I can see you have made up your mind," Margaret interrupted. "And I want you to have lots of children. I always regret only having one but Harry isn't very good in the sex department, you see."

Fuck, this was embarrassing, how could she talk about her husband in this way in front of a stranger? I stole a quick glance at Harry but to my surprise he seemed unfazed by his wife's remarks, in fact he had a slight smile of amusement.

"I'm sure you're very potent," Margaret continued.

This wasn't my idea of a suitable dinner debate.

"Er... I wouldn't know," I replied really not knowing how to handle such a question.

Things didn't really get much better and I spent the rest of dinner either trying to fend off her appallingly personal questions or trying to change the subject. By the time we had reached coffee I felt a desperate need to escape the house.

"Would you like to go to the pub, Harry?" I asked after dinner.

He looked at his wife before answering. She nodded and he agreed. The nearest pub as half a mile down the road and we soon settled in a quiet corner to enjoy a couple of pints. Harry almost metamorphosed as we entered the pub. The hang-dog, wimp-like expression vanished and he became a confident, almost jack the lad, character. He greeted the landlord and many of the customers as old friends. 

"Sit down Rick, I'll get them in."

I chose a table and Harry soon arrived bearing two pints and two whiskey chasers. Harry broke the ice by asking me about myself and my university course. I soon realised that once away from his wife Harry was an intelligent and witty guy. It transpired that he had been a very successful commercial barrister and had made a pile representing a certain high profile pharmaceutical company.

"I hit 40 and had a nervous breakdown," he told me. "The money was excellent but the stress levels intolerable. Being married to Margaret didn't help either."

"Yes she is a forceful woman," I replied, tactfully.

"For fucks sake Rick!" he spluttered into his pint. "She's a ball breaker and no two ways about it."

I had to smile, here was this meek, wimp husband bad mouthing his wife.

"Listen my friend, all is not as you see," he told me. "Margaret thinks she's in charge only because that's what I let her think. Doing everything she tells me gives me a quiet life and lets me get on with what I enjoy doing."

I raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"My dear wife was a real cutie when we met -- in fact a lot like Janet. Slim, shy, big tits. We got married and things were great, lots of loving, seriously good sex, bloody marvellous. Then I began to get a little cash and all of a sudden my little wife wanted to compete with the neighbours. You know, bigger house, swimming pool, second car, flash parties. When Janet came along, Margaret put on weight and suddenly lost interest in sex. Sex sort of dried up and then 3 years ago she suggested we have single beds. I don't know about you, but I wasn't born to be a celibate monk. Ignore her comments that I'm not very good in the sex department, I do very well, just not with her."

Harry lit a cigar and inhaled with obvious pleasure. "She won't let me smoke these in the house," he grinned.

"I hope I can rely on you not repeating what I'm about to tell you," Harry smiled, tapping the side of his nose with his index finger. 

I nodded. "Of course, my lips are sealed," I assured him. To be truthful I liked this guy a lot.

"When I gave up work I kept a few irons in the fire. I have a few non-executive directorships in some major companies. These give me a nice little income and allow me to tap into top businesses and maximise my investments. The money in the bank, which Margaret knows about, is a pittance compared to the money I have that she doesn't know about."

"A few years ago I met the secretary of one of my business contacts. A lovely girl of 30 with a pleasant and very accommodating nature, if you get me drift. Over the years I've encouraged Margaret, not that she needs much encouragement, to join in local affairs. She now sits on no less than 20 committees and she's involved with endless other groups. This means she is tied up most afternoons and many evenings with this and that. So that I didn't get bored, I developed an apparent interest in art and antiques and I travel to London 2 or 3 times a week to visit the galleries and art dealers. This gives me a cover story for my business dealings and recreational activities."

"You sly bugger," I whispered in admiration. "Don't you feel guilty for cheating on your wife though?"

Harry was suddenly serious.

"Margaret is one fucked up lady. In the early years of our marriage she was sweetness and light but pregnancy and money both changed her. She became a vindictive bitch who'll do anything to get her own way. She's perfectly happy if I'm out of her way, she can then get on with what suits her."

"Why don't you divorce her?"

"I have no grounds. Being a miserable bitch doesn't count as sufficient grounds for divorce. She doesn't fuck around, she gets her kicks from being top of her social circle. No I'm happy to let her think she has things all her own way, at least for now," Harry grinned. "When my little private fund gets large enough, things will be happening," he added enigmatically.

I fetched another round of drinks.

"Do you know what's happening now?" Harry asked.

I shrugged my shoulders in mild confusion.

"Margaret and Janet will be discussing you. Margaret has always exercised a lot of influence over Janet and Janet would never go against her mother's wishes. Margaret has already told me that she considers you to be a suitable son and she'll be passing that opinion over to Janet. That will give the green light to any decision that Janet may want to make over your relationship."

To say I was shocked is an understatement. It also explained a lot. Janet had definitely demonstrated affection for me but I had always had the feeling that she was holding back her emotions. Could it be that she was afraid to express her full feelings until I had passed muster with her mother? 

"Do you love Janet?" Harry asked.

I nodded.

"Ok, let me fill you in a little about her. Janet is her Mother's child, they have a lot in common. They both know what they want and how to get it. They're pretty ruthless that way. I'm sure Janet has feelings for you but you need to know that she really only loves one person -- herself."

"Bloody hell, Harry, you don't mince your words mate!" I was shocked.

"It's better you know now," Rick. "I like you mate and I don't want you to be hurt. Even though she's my daughter, I have to tell you that Janet is a difficult girl to like. One thing you must do when you're married and that is to keep your eye on the ball. If I were you I wouldn't trust her for a moment."

I was seriously confused. I was hearing all about Janet's dark side but I really loved this girl. In spite of Harry's good counsel I was ready to take the plunge. I only hoped it was the right choice.

We drank another couple of pints and headed home just after eleven, nicely liquored up and already good friends.

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I hate staying in strangers' houses, you never know what their bed time habits are. My room didn't have an en suite bathroom so I waited until I thought that everyone else had finished in the bathroom before getting washed. I got back to my room and stripped off my clothes. I was just about to put on my sleeping shorts when Margaret breezed into my room. She was wearing a sheer white nightdress which did nothing to hide her naked body. I had a fleeting image of huge pendulous tits, a bulging belly and a huge dark bush of pubic hair -- not a pleasant sight.

"I just wanted to check that you had everything you needed..." she began. Then she looked at my naked crotch and took my cock in her hand. "Oh, that's a nice big one, much better than Harry's. I think I need to try it out"

I pulled back in shock, there was no way I wanted to fuck this fat old woman.

"I think you should leave," I told her.

Her expression became vindictive.

"Listen to me you little shit, do you want to marry my daughter?"

"I think it's a little early to say," I replied.

"Well let me put it this way. If you harbour any hopes of a future life with my daughter you'll need to keep me happy. One word from me and she'll dump you like a hot brick. I rule this family and what I say goes. It's your choice."

This looked bad. I dearly wanted to spend my life with Janet so I guessed I would have to keep this witch happy. 

"Ok, what do you want?" I replied coldly.

Margaret grinned in triumph, peeled off her night dress, lay on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her hairy gash.

"Eat me and make it good."

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"Mother likes and approves of you," Janet told me as we travelled back on the train.

I guessed my sexual performance must have been good enough although the experience was anything but pleasant. It was like fucking a particularly large and noisy sow.

"Is that important?" I asked.

"I could never do anything that mother didn't approve of," she replied.

I stared out the window, pondering on the amazing events of the last two days. I wasn't a virgin before my encounter with Margaret but the experience was overwhelming to say the least. The first girl I had fucked was Jill, my next door neighbour's daughter. We had both had a little too much to drink and had slipped into the back seat of my car. The sex was fumbled and hadn't been helped by Jill having a fit of giggles when she saw my cock.

"What the fuck?" I asked as she rolled about giggling.

"Sorry Rick, but it's the first one I've seen and it looks so funny."

I felt a little put out by this but decided to play the game. "Well get your knickers off so I can see what you have to offer." Soon we were naked and all giggling stopped. "Shit you look sweet," I whispered as I admired her B cup tits. She looked so thin and small naked.

The sex was good if a little clumsy with both of us cumming hard.

Compared to Jill, sex with Margaret was a whirlwind. Everything about her was excessive -- her huge wobbling tits, her fat belly, her hairy crotch. Her cunt wasn't just wet, it was sloppy and had a strong smell. I took her once in her cunt and then she insisted on my fucking her arse. The female anus didn't offer a lot of appeal to me and I found it difficult to get excited over the place where they shit from. Margaret wasn't the most fastidious with her personal hygiene and sticking my cock into that woman's stinking hole left me feeling dirty. The experience was surreal, she said nothing throughout, just grunting like a fat sow. On a physical sexual level it was satisfying, on an intellectual level is was a disgusting experience.

Breakfast the following morning was strange. I avoided Harry's gaze, feeling that I had betrayed him. I needn't have bothered.




Saved by Don Quixote



"What did you think of the old cow?" he asked me when we had a moment in private.

"In answer to your question, not exactly my cup of tea, in fact it was revolting," I told him. "But I'm sorry Harry, it wasn't my idea."

"Don't worry about it," he grinned. "I don't fuck her any more -- I have a much better bed mate who understands personal hygiene, loves me and really does satisfy me. By the way, what did you think of her grunting when she fucks?"

"Disgusting," I replied. "And having to fuck her shitty arse was gross beyond belief."

"My sentiments exactly," Harry grinned. "My dear wife could never get the hang of using toilet paper properly."

Over the next few days Janet became more passionate. Her kisses became more intense, suddenly I was allowed to feel her breasts and under her skirt. One evening after a fierce bout of heavy petting Janet gasped in my ear.

"Take me to bed Rick."

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We both graduated with decent degrees and set about finding work. I found a well paid job with a consultancy in Epping, north of London quite quickly so everything was nicely set up for the wedding. Naturally my mother had to interfere after the wedding and bought a huge house for us while we were away on holiday. 

"It's only right that you have a decent house to live in and we have plenty of money to help," she crowed.

Janet simpered with gratitude while I quietly seethed. The last thing I needed was charity from that interfering sow.

The wedding was a big affair with top hats and tails, big cars and a reception in a huge marquee. At the grand age of 21 there I was, a married man. 

Despite my unhappiness the house was perfect. It was huge, detached place in a large garden. We had five bedrooms, 3 en-suite, a study, three reception rooms and a kitchen. I was married to a beautiful woman whom I loved a great deal and life was good.

Janet complained of feeling sick in the mornings a month after returning from our honeymoon. It soon became apparent that she was pregnant -- a genuine honeymoon child. While I was delighted Janet seemed almost indifferent to the prospect of becoming a parent.

Our first child, Helen, was born right on time with absolutely no complications. While Janet performed all the tasks expected of a new mother, she seemed to view the whole event with disdain. "I'm afraid I don't have a strong maternal instinct," she explained one evening.

The birth was a life changing experience for me. Holding this tiny scrap of life in my arms filled me with pride and a fiercely protective urge.

I was overjoyed with being a father and happily pitched in with helping. Janet did the jobs only a mother could do -- primarily breast feeding and I pitching in with bathing, changing nappies and tucking Helen in at night.

Janet fell pregnant again a year later and in due course gave birth to Elizabeth, another healthy girl. Janet seemed less happy with becoming pregnant so quickly and suggested that we call it a day at two children. This seemed fine to me, we now had our perfect family.

We were chatting one evening over dinner when Janet expressed her desire to get a job.

"I need something to stimulate my mind," she explained. 

"That's no problem," I told her. The nature of my work was such that I could work just as efficiently from home than from the office -- all I needed was access to a phone, fax and a desk top computer. Apart from one or two meetings a week I could work perfectly well from home.

We agreed that Janet would look after the children until Helen reached school age. I would set up my office at home during that time and make the transition to home working before finally taking over. It all worked smoothly and Janet started work as an administrator at a local solicitor's office on Helen's fifth birthday.

I gutted the study and had it fitted out to my requirements. Full wall bookshelves, a huge desk, leather couch and arm chair, all done out in Victorian period style. I kitted the study out with all sorts of knick knacks and paintings. I had two prized possessions both supplied by Harry, one was a Tiffany desk light with a bronze nude woman curled sinuously around the base. A valuable antique and the model had a great ass! The second was a huge Pre-Raphaelite oil painting of a reclining nude.

"Something to take your mind off married life," he told me when they were delivered.

In later years Helen would always blush when she saw my two nudes.

"Daddy, do you really have to have those two naked ladies?" she would ask. "Its very rude!"

I recruited a woman to clean the house and do the shopping and laundry. This left me time to look after the kids and do my work. Because of the time I had to take taking the kids to school and spending quality time with them, I did my work between 10 in the morning and 3 in the afternoon and then between 8 and mid night in the evening. A work pattern which suited me nicely. 

I found it remarkably easy to balance looking after the children with delivering my work and time rolled past gently. I loved getting to know my girls, playing with them, telling them stories and singing them songs. Helen loved the picture on my guitar and insisted that I told her about Don Quixote. The girls would jump into bed with me on a morning for hugs and cuddles -- nothing dodgy, just plain simple bonding. During this time Janet became progressively more and more detached from the girls. While she would talk to them she spent little social time with them. Even the selection and buying of their clothes fell to me -- which was perfectly good until I had to get them fitted for their first bras!

I found this all disappointing but despite many chats I was unable to persuade Janet to be more of a mother. To be frank I think she thought that giving birth was the some total of her duties.

It wasn't all plain sailing and there were more than a few situations which, being of sexual nature, would have been far better handled by a woman.

The first, which highlighted the unsatisfactory attitude that Janet had acquired, arose one Saturday morning when Helen was 13. I was sat in my study reading the paper when I heard a tap on the door. Helen came in, her face pale, looking very upset. She was sobbing.

"What is it, sweetheart?" I asked her.

"I'm bleeding," she whispered. "And my tummy hurts."

I assumed that she had cut herself and I reached out to her.

"Show me where, I'll put a plaster on."

"No, daddy, I'm bleeding in my knickers."

She looked wretched with embarrassment and rather frightened..

"Have you spoken to your mother?" I asked her.

"Yes, she said she didn't have time to deal with it and to tell you."

I wasn't happy. A girl's first period can be a frightening and a mother's support is vital.

"Ok, darling, go get some clean knickers and wait for me in the bathroom," I told her.

Fortunately there was a chemist only 5 minutes down the road and the woman assistant there was able to give me some towels suitable for a young girl. She even gave me a tutorial on how to use them when I explained my problem.

"Oh the joys of fatherhood," she grinned as I paid for the towels.

Helen was sat on the bath edge when I got back.

"Slip off your jeans and knickers," I told her as I filled the wash basin with warm water.

Helen blushed slightly as she undressed

"Don't worry sweetheart," I told her, "I won't look."

I was pleased to see that the staining in her knickers wasn't heavy, her period must have just started, I reasoned. I gently washed and dried her and showed her how to fit the towel. Once she was dressed I took Helen to my study.

"I'll be right back," I told her.

I found Janet in the lounge reading a magazine.

"I see you're too busy to help your daughter but not too busy to sit on your backside."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped back.

"Well it's a shame you don't have the time to help your daughter cope with her first period!"

"We agreed that you would attend to all the children's needs," she muttered dismissively.

"Well maybe just once in a while you might give them some basic love and attention, if you have time in your oh so busy life," I said, walking into the kitchen. Janet chose not to reply.

I boiled some water and made some hot chocolate and filled a hot water bottle. 

Helen was sat on the couch in my study. 

"Feeling nice and clean again?" I asked.

Helen nodded with a smile.

"Yes, thankyou."

I handed the hot water bottle to her.

"Hold that against your tummy, it'll help ease the ache," I told her. "And here's some hot chocolate, it solves all known ills."

I sat down beside her and Helen snuggled up against me. I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a hug.

"And I promise I didn't look at your naughty bits once," I told her.

"I wouldn't mind if you did," Helen whispered almost inaudibly.

"Hey, I'm your dad remember."

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About six months later Helen drifted into my study.

"Daddy," she began, blushing slightly, "do you think you could buy me a bra?"

I looked up in mild surprise. Helen had been a slow developer and I hadn't really noticed any physical manifestation of her puberty, except for her periods, that is.

"Do you think you need one?" I asked, slightly mischievously.

"Daddy!" she squeaked, "haven't you noticed my chest?"

She thrust her chest forward to emphasise her burgeoning breasts. I could see two nicely forming bumps under her shirt but decided to play dumb. 

"Helen, do you really expect you own father to spend his time studying his daughter's body?"

"Daddy!" she growled in frustration. "I think it's fairly obvious that my boobies are growing. My friends at school have been laughing at me and the PE teacher told me that I needed to get a bra. Jennifer Roberts wears a bra and her boobs and much smaller than mine!"

Jennifer Roberts was Helen's best friend and they competed over everything.

I had to agree, it looked like Helen had a decent B cup size and clearly needed a bra. 

"Ok, If Jennier Roberts wears a bra then I suppose you must too," I sighed. "Get your shoes on, we're going shopping."

Helen squealed with delight and ran off to get her shoes.

Now you have to understand something. The only thing I knew about bras was how to take them off. I had no idea how to get the right size. Fortunately for me, there was a specialist lingerie shop in the high street who would no doubt deal with my problem.

Helen gasped with excitement as she saw the various lacy scanties in the shop.

"Just remember, young lady, most of those are for grown up girls, not thirteen year olds," I told her.

The shop assistant came over to us.

"My daughter tells me that she needs to wear a bra, can you help us?" I asked.

The woman smiled broadly at Helen.

"Yes it looks like you do and of course your Dad doesn't think so. What do they know about it?" She smiled at Helen. "Getting you first bra is always exciting." 

"She'll need three or four for every day wear and a couple for special occasions," I told the assistant. "And please allow plenty of growing room, I can't afford to keep buying replacements," I grinned.

The assistant snorted in mock outrage. "Men! Bras are precision garments, not a pair of baggy pants that you grow into," she muttered. 

I decided to leave them to it and I went to the pub for a drink. There were two carrier bags waiting on my return and all was needed was my credit card.

Helen sat quietly during the drive back home but I could sense her suppressed excitement. She immediately rushed to her room when we got home and I returned to my study.

"Look daddy", came her voice from the door.

Helen was stood in her jeans and bra. She had this proud grin on her face. The bra was a plain white design, strictly suitable for school use.

"So my little girl is indeed a woman," I smiled.

Helen blushed with pleasure at my compliment and gave me a quick hug before running back to her room. In a moment she returned wearing a Sunday best bra. It was white, lacy, low cut and see through. I could just make out the pink disks of her nipples through the material.

"Helen!" I snapped with mock severity, "you'll get arrested in that."

"What do you think?" she asked shyly.

"Very sexy," I replied, deciding to be honest. "You look really grown up. Now go and get dressed."

Helen vanished again and returned after a moment wearing a white towelling bathrobe. She was blushing as she unfastened the robe and allowed it to slip to the ground. She was wearing a matched pair of bra and panties, both in black and scarlet material. The material was lacy, revealing rather too much of her body for my liking and I could see the dark shadow of her pubic hair.

I felt a flood of shock and I must admit to my shame, a measure of lust. For the first time I saw my baby girl as a mature, sexual being. Helen saw my expression.

"Is something wrong daddy?" she asked.

I dragged myself back to reality.

"No, sweetheart, its just that I hadn't realised that you're a beautiful woman," I replied, somewhat huskily. "Now please get dressed."

Helen gave a wide grin of pleasure and left. Never again would I see her in her underwear but that one and only time was seared on my memory.

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The last and in many ways most difficult situation occurred when Helen was 15. She came into my study one evening.

"Daddy, can we have a talk?" she asked somewhat quietly.

I knew immediately that she was troubled. I always kept a full coffee percolator in my study and I poured us both a mug full. We sat down on the couch.

"I need some advice about sex, "Helen began," her eyes avoiding mine.

"Didn't you learn about it in sex education?" I asked.

"Oh I know how it's done," she replied, a little impatiently. "I want advice about whether I should do it."

I knew that she had been going out with a lad from school for a year or so and I guessed he was getting interested in doing the wicked deed.

"Tell me about it," I told her.

"Well Peter and I have been going out for a while now and I like him a lot. Well he's asked me on the last couple of dates to go to bed with him. I don't know what to do."

"Has he pressurised you at all?" I asked.

"Not at first but I think he might now dump me if I don't," Helen replied, a little sadly.

"Why do you think that?" I asked.

"Well a lot of the girls in my year at school have done it and its sort of expected."

I sipped my coffee, considering my reply.

"Well first of all, it's not strictly legal for you to have sex yet," I began."You need to be 16."

"But that is really irrelevant," I continued."The big question is how willing you are to sacrifice your virginity and whether you're ready to do it. Do you know what happens when a girl loses her virginity?"

"Well I know that her hymen gets torn."

"Yes, indeed and it doesn't grow back. Sure a decent surgeon can give a girl a new hymen but losing your virginity is a one time event and you need to decide how important sacrificing your hymen is to you."

Helen nodded.

"The big question you need to answer, and no one can do it for you, is whether you want to wait for that one special man before you give yourself. Do you want to wait until you're married?"

I drank again, I realised I needed to tell her something very important.

"Helen, do you realise how much you mean to me?" I asked.

Helen looked startled, not quite understanding.

"Being a parent is something I take very seriously. The birth of my children has been one of the most important events in my life. I can't speak for your mother but you are my highest priority. You mean the world to me. I would give my life for you if necessary."

It suddenly struck me that for the first time I was openly criticising Janet's attitude in front of my child. I felt I was betraying her but I needed to speak out.

"With parenthood comes unconditional love," I continued. "I will support you in whatever decisions you make in your life. I will always try to advise you as to the best thing to do but decisions are yours to make. I would be disappointed if you chose to sleep with your boyfriend now but I wouldn't condemn you for doing it -- just be careful and safe. If on the other hand you chose to wait until you were old enough or until you were married then I would respect your decision. Finally, if you decide not to have sex yet and your boyfriend can't respect that decision then frankly I don't think he deserves you."

I could see tears running down Helen's face and I reached out and cuddled her.

"What is it sweetheart?" I asked.

"Oh daddy, I never understood until now how you felt about me and the other girls. I knew you loved us and you always had time for us but this is so different. It makes me feel so happy and safe knowing that you're here for me."

"And never forget," I added as a postscript, "you are capable of anything in this world. If you have the ambition then nothing will stop you achieving your goals."

In spite of the time I spent with the girls I made every effort to find time for Janet. I would ensure that a quality meal was ready for her when she came home and I would take her out as often as I could, even if only to the local pub. Being near London, we were able to go to the theatre and opera, much to Janet's delight.

Notwithstanding my efforts, I felt that Janet was somehow drifting away from me. She would complain that she was tired when she came home and wasn't in the mood to go out. Janet had never had a huge sex drive and it always fell to me to initiate things. When it came to the actual sex, Janet tended to be passive but I felt that she generally enjoyed things. Sex became less frequent until it became a monthly event. These were slightly worrying changes but I still felt that our marriage was a good one.

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When Helen was 10 we had shock, albeit a pleasant shock. Janet was pregnant again! I would quickly add that she wasn't happy about it but then again she had little choice in the matter. I made it clear to her that I did not believe in unnecessary abortion. And so it was that our third daughter, Shirley, entered the world. Shirley had been a heavier baby and had a slight tendency to being overweight, earning the pet name "sausage".

My organisation at home was such that I was able to take on board looking after Shirley with ease. Helen and Elizabeth were both at school so it was easy to arrange my work around bottles and nappy changing. Janet wasted no time in going back to work.

One evening Janet announced that she was changing her job.

"Mike Brommage has asked me to run his office," she told me.

Mike Brommage ran a local haulage company, not a huge enterprise -- 20 vehicles in all, but it made a lot of money. We had met Mike in our local pub where he was a regular. He was a tall, muscular guy with a permanent tan and a smooth way with the ladies. The moment I met him I had him labelled as a sleaze bag but to my disgust Janet liked him. Mike liked to splash his money about and could always be seen driving his British racing green Lotus. I wasn't impressed with the idea of Janet working for him but there was nothing I could do to stop her.

When Shirley was 3 we had the final addition to our family, Jane. Janet was absolutely livid that she was pregnant again and made a threat.

"Either you get a vasectomy or move into the spare room," she complained.

There was no way I was going to get my tubes snipped but I told her I would consider my options. As it happens, Jane made the decision for me. She had the guest room totally redecorated and made it her own room.

"This doesn't mean I don't love you," Janet explained. "Its just that my priorities have changed when it comes to sex. I've never had a strong sex drive and I just don't want to risk having any more children. Try to understand and please don't be angry."  




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I should have been outraged but Janet looked at me with her sad, doe eyes, and I melted inside. I stilled loved her more than life itself and I could do nothing to hurt her.

One evening I had a phone call from Harry.

"Listen Rick, you remember I told you about my little fund and that something would happen once it reached a certain amount? Well it's happened."

"Go on," I replied.

"Well I'm sorry but some serious shit will descend on you in a day or so and I wanted to give you a heads up. In a couple of hours my lady friend and I are leaving for a foreign place where the sun shines all the time. I've left the old sow with the house and some cash in the bank, but she isn't going to be happy."

To be honest, I found the whole thing hilarious and I had to take my hat off to Harry for pulling this master stroke.

"Good luck to you Harry and enjoy the rest of your life," I told him.

Harry wasn't wrong in his assessment of the situation. Margaret arrived the following day.

"What do you know about this," she screamed at me. I sat in silence until she quietened down."

"What are you talking about?" I asked her.

"Harry has run off with some bimbo," she shouted. "He's taken all the money and left me with nothing."

This of course was an exaggeration but I didn't feel the need to let on what I knew.

"This is all news to me," I replied. "I don't see how you could think that Harry would tell me about any plans he might have."

Margaret ranted for another hour before she left.

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Despite our large family we were doing well. My job was very well paid and I had over £100,000 in the bank. My girls were growing up well and the only downside was a progressive deterioration of life with Janet. I was seeing less and less of her. She would come home late most evenings claiming that she had a lot of work the office.

"Have you any idea how much work is involved in running a 24/7 haulage company?" she snapped when I asked her to work less.

I joined the real world one day, six months after Janet had started working for Mike Brommage. I ran into a Ian Bates, a good friend of mine, in the high street one afternoon. "Hi Rick, just the bloke I wanted to see," he said. "Got time for a chat?"

We slipped into the pub for a pint.

"Listen, I don't know if this is my business but I saw your wife with that Brommage bloke in the Green Man in Waltham Abbey last week. To be honest they looked very chummy."

Waltham Abbey was a village about 6 miles from Epping. I wondered what work related matter had taken them there.

"What time was this?" I asked.

"About nine in the evening."

I pride myself in being a reasonable sort of bloke and I'm always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. I do however believe in fidelity and there was no way I would tolerate Janet playing away. I needed to know everything.

"Sounds like I need to find a private investigator in a dirty mac," I joked weakly.

"I might be able to help you out there," Ian replied. "Just a moment."

Ian went over to the public phone in the bar and made a short call."

"We have an ex Detective Inspector who does all the security checks for our new recruits," he explained when he returned to the table. "He also does investigation work and he can see you this afternoon, if you want."

Two o'clock that afternoon I was walking into a modern office just off Enfield High Street. A small brass plate by the door announced that I was in the offices of JH Associates. I introduced myself to the receptionist and was immediately escorted to a large first floor office. John Henderson met me by the door, a large fit looking guy in his mid fifties. He was smartly dressed in a grey suit with no sign of a dirty mac anywhere.

"How can I help you? Do you mind if I record our conversation? A habit from my police days" he asked with minimal preamble. 

I nodded in agreement and explained what Ian had told me and recounted my life with Janet over the last couple of years.

"I'm convinced that my wife is playing away with her boss and I want to have detailed proof which, if necessary, would hold up in court."

John Henderson nodded. "That shouldn't be a problem. Leave it with me and I'll call when I have what you need.

The evidence was remarkably easy to gather and a month later I was back in John's office.

Janet and her fuck friend were in the habit of visiting the Moathouse Hotel just off the M25 motorway, 5 miles from Epping. They would turn up at 7 in the evening for dinner and then retire to a room for a fuck fest. They used the same room every time so was a simple matter for the investigator to set up a sound activated camera and film their bed time romps. I won't bore you with the details of the video, I've never been impressed with pornography. The image of Mike's fat arse and his groans of pleasure were almost comical and certainly not arousing. He finally rolled off her revealing his puny cock. I guessed it was no more than four inches long erect. 

To my surprise, the revelations didn't upset me too much. We had been drifting apart for so long that my love for Janet had dimmed significantly. My biggest concern was my children. There was no way I wanted their lives to be disrupted by revelations of their mother's behaviour or a break-up. If we had had no children I would have kicked her out without a second thought. The children made things complicated. I decided simply to confront her and take it from there.

Janet arrived home late on the Monday evening. She threw her bags in the hall and came into the lounge. I had set up a small tape recorder to record our exchanges -- more evidence to use against her.

"Hi," she said and gave me a perfunctory peck on the cheek before dropping onto the settee.

"That motorway will be the death of me," she grumbled, "non stop jams the whole way."

I saw her in a new light. My heart felt cold as I saw the complete indifference with which she greeted me. This wasn't the wife I thought I had. This was a stranger who saw me and the house as a convenience, nothing more.

"Coffee or something stronger?" I asked her.

"A huge G and T would be just perfect," she sighed.

I poured her a large, strong drink -- I reckoned she would need it. I surreptitiously switched on the tape recorder at the same time.

"I've got something you'll like to see," I told her and I pressed the remote for the VCR. 

Her face went pale when she first saw the image of her and Mike screwing on the bed but she then relaxed.

"So what do you expect me to say?" she asked when the tape finished. Her voice was devoid of emotion.

"You say whatever you like, but preferably the truth," I replied. "How about explaining why you're screwing around with that piece of shit?"

"Ok, I love Mike, he's a better lover than you and I want a divorce," she replied impassively.

I wasn't expecting such a cold and calculating reply. Who was this stranger?

"I assume you no longer love me," I replied.

Janet paused and her expression softened a little.

"Maybe I should explain a few things," Janet replied. "I suppose looking back I never really loved you in the full on romantic meaning of the word. When I met you I had no experience of men at all. You were kind and decent with me and I warmed to you. The problem was that mother hijacked matters. She decided you were the one and I lost control from then on. I hold you in deep affection but I honestly can't say I ever loved you. Sorry."

"So why did you marry me?" I asked.

"Well I was an impressionable kid who didn't know what I wanted. You were cute, everyone liked you, my parents thought the sun shone out your arsehole, I was pressurised into it."

"Well you loved me enough to have our children."

"It wasn't through choice, my mother had expectations, you wanted a family -- I could hardly say no. As for having the children, do me a favour. Do you know what it's like to have something that big come out of you? I got piles, stretch marks, big tits and a pussy like a bucket. Sod that for a game."

"Do you love our kids?"

"Yes I do, they're nice children but I'm simply not the maternal type. I'm sorry but I don't come over all soft and fuzzy over the smell of a baby or a hug from a small child. To be honest I've done my bit by carrying them inside me. Do you realise that I carried a hungry parasite inside my belly for 36 months of my life? I've had your brats, I think I've done enough." 

"So why have our kids?" I asked, not understanding.

"You really want to know? OK, understand this. Do you know how much pressure was put on me to have a family? From you and my mother? So I decided to have two, just the right number to keep you all happy. I hated it, losing control of my body, looking like a bloated whale, smelling like a cheese factory when I lactated. But I did my fucking duty. The last two were accidents. With Shirley, you might recall that I had gastric flu for a week. I must have puked up my birth control pills, because I got pregnant. As for Jane, If I recall right, the condom tore. Having a kid at the age of 35 for fucks sake?" Her face was twisted with anger.

"And then there was you, super dad with his bed time stories, little songs and games. You thought more of those kids than you did of me."

I felt a surge of anger at her absurd comment.

"Don't try to dump this on me. If anyone pressurised you it was your mother. 'She who must have everything she wants.' I saw the way you behaved when she was with us. You would have kissed her sweaty arse if she had told you. It reflects poorly on you that you didn't have enough brain cells to tell me you didn't want kids. Sounds like a poor excuse to me. You're a pathetic piece of work. What I can't decide is whether you're plain evil or just fucked up by your bitch of a mother."

I was rapidly in danger of losing it but I needed to put the bitch in her place.

"Your father warned me about your personality but I let my love for you blind me. I have always loved you, even now with your betrayal and I never, ever put the children before you. It was you who withdrew from our family. First of all, we have a duty as parents to love and nurture our children but you were too keen on your social life and career to worry about that. Secondly I tried as hard as I could to develop our relationship and spend time with you but you just weren't interested. Instead you spent your time whoring with that piece of shit. You're nothing but a slapper."

"Fine, you dickless loser," she hissed. "The sooner I divorce you the better."

I smiled at her nastily.

"There'll be no divorce my dear wife, there is not the slightest chance of one so get used to it. I will not have my children suffer the anguish of seeing their parents split up. You can continue fucking Mr shit for brains if you wish but you'll remain my wife, if only in name. And the children will stay under my protection so don't get any cute ideas. From now on, you don't count in this family."

Something ironical struck me as I paused for breath.

"You know, you tell me I'm a lousy lover, well that's laughable. Throughout our life together you have always taken, not given. It was always me who initiated sex. You would lie back as though you were doing me a favour, letting me do the work. From what I saw from the video, you're no different with that wanker Brommage, although his dick is a lot smaller. It isn't me who's dickless."

Janet was speechless with rage. She threw her glass against the wall and stormed out of the room.

"We'll see about that you bastard," were her parting words.

I felt deflated and numb. I had mentally prepared myself for a scene but I hadn't expected the deep hatred that she clearly harboured for me and the children. Any other time I would have happily thrown her from the house but my children were all that mattered now, my own feelings were secondary.

Since Janet's behaviour had begun to be of concern I had been thinking about setting up a secret fund rather following Harry's example. I had gone so far as to establish a safe deposit box at a merchant banker in London but hadn't moved any cash. The following day I stashed copies of the video and audio tapes in my secure box and put the key and id needed for access in the accessory compartment in my guitar case. I wanted to keep them safe and Janet never went near my guitar.

Over the next few days life was chilly in our household. Janet continued to work late, only coming home late, in time for bed. She ignored me during breakfast, preferring to read her newspaper. 

"So has he fucked your mother?" I asked one morning.

"What do you mean?"Janet snapped.

"Don't pretend," I retorted. "You know what happened the weekend we first visited your parents. You know perfectly well, I had to fuck your mother to get her to agree to us getting married."

Janet had the decency to look ashamed.

"You know that I had to fuck her stinking arsehole so that we could be married? On reflection, I think it was too big a price to pay."

Matters came to a head on the Friday evening. I had put the girls to bed and was relaxing in my study, enjoying some music.

Janet walked into the room without knocking. She was accompanied by her fuck chum Mike.

"Are you prepared to give me the divorce I want?" she asked me without any preamble.

"I've already told you," I sighed. "I will not subject our children to the disruption of a divorce. Whether you fuck this guy or not is of no interest to me, you no longer feature in my interests or priorities. I will not agree to a divorce."

"Well you asked for it," Janet muttered.

Before I knew what was happening two big guys came into the room and grabbed me. I struggled but it was futile, they overpowered me.

"Roll up his sleeve," Mike told them.

He produced a syringe and pushed into my arm. I felt a rush of warmth and dizziness followed by a sleepy feeling of well-being.

"What was that?" Janet cried out.

"A little smack to calm him down," Mike replied. "We'll give him a few doses over the next week so he'll have a nice little habit by the time we dump him."

"We never agreed this," Janet retorted.

"Shut it," Mike growled. "You want the cunt out of the way, well that's what will happen."

The room was swimming and I slid into a contented sleep.

Some time later I awoke. My head felt muzzy as I looked around the room. I was in a bare room, lying on a steel bed. My arms were handcuffed to the bed. After a while the door opened and Janet and Mike came in.

"You're fucking soft," he muttered at her.

"You are not dumping him on the streets with nothing," she snapped back as she dumped my guitar case, a knapsack and a sleeping bag on the floor.

"All right have it your way," Mike conceded.

"Look sleeping beauty is awake," he mocked as he approached the bed. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused? If I had my way you would be buried at the bottom of a gravel pit. For some stupid reason your wife wants to keep you alive. So here's the plan. You're going to disappear. First I'm going to screw your mind up by giving you regular doses of smack for the next couple of weeks. Once you have a nice little habit I'm going to dump you on the streets. You are going to become one of the teeming homeless, invisible to everyone. Janet will then get her divorce through your desertion."

"Et tu Brute?" I croaked at Janet, quoting the classic phrase from Julius Caesar. "You've really surpassed yourself this time."

Janet looked uncomfortable and refused to match my gaze.

"Piss off," he told her. "I want a private word with matey here."

Janet glared at him but left the room.

"I just wanted you to know that Janet is now getting the good fucking she needs and I'll be taking good care of your little girls.

I was filled with rage at his poorly veiled reference to my girls but there was nothing I could do.

"Judging from the video, I doubt that. As far as I could see, your cock is nothing worth talking about. I'm surprised Janet can feel it."

Mike's face clouded with anger.

"You little fuck! I ought to top you."

"Maybe it would be better just to kill me, because I'll get even one day" I told him, not really caring any more. 

"Don't tempt me," Mike muttered as he produced another syringe. "I would in a second but your darling wife doesn't want you hurt."

For the next few days I was routinely starved and dosed with junk until the world became a haze and I lost all appreciation of time or place.

Janet came to see me one more time, this time alone.

She stood by the bed, looking down at me with an almost sorrowful expression.

"You know, it would have been so much easier if you had agreed to a divorce."

"Shut the fuck up, and listen," I snapped back. "Don't try and dump this on me, its simply a case of you thinking only about yourself at the expense of everyone else. You know, your father warned me about you? He told me you were a selfish bitch."

Janet blanched and began to reply.

"Shut up cunt and listen," I interrupted. "I will have my revenge on you and that shit you're fucking. It may take some time but it will happen and it won't be nice. Understand? Now fuck off."

Janet's face was expressionless as she turned and left the room. Whilst my defiance was probably pointless, I felt better.

Mike came back a little later with his two heavies. He held a hypodermic in his hand.

"Well it's been fun old chap but it's time for me to say goodbye," he grinned.

The room went black as he injected the dope in my arm.

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"Are you alright?" came an echoing voice.

With a groan I opened my eyes. My body ached and I felt a craving for something to sooth me. I was lying under what appeared to be a crude tent in front of a bonfire of burning palettes. It was dark, raining lightly. The voice came from an old bloke who was sat beside me. I sat up. My vision swam and my brain felt fuzzy. My body ached and I yearned for a fix to make me feel better.

"Yeah I'm OK," I croaked.

"Cop a drink of this mate," he said offering me a can of strong lager.

I opened the can and drank deeply and felt a little better. I looked around and saw my guitar case and a sleeping bag beside me. I was wearing jeans, shoes, a shirt and a jacket. I had a couple of pounds in change in my pocket and nothing else.

"Where am I mate?" I groaned.

"Don't you know? This is Leeds. By the way, I'm Max."

"Bloody Leeds, 200 miles north of London, so that's what they meant about dumping me," I thought.

Max had a strong London accent and spoke with a deep, rough voice.

"Cheers Max," I replied and drank again. The beer helped clear my brain. "I'm Rick. What happened?"

"I was coming back from a shopping trip at the local off licence when this big motor pulled up. Two big blokes jumped out, dragged you from the back and dumped you on the path with your guitar and sleeping bag. They then drove off. You looked pretty well out of it so I brought you back here to my residence. You've been spark out for a couple of hours."

What with the fire and the beer I began to feel a little more alive although the craving for a hit of smack still gnawed at me.

"So what happened mate," Max asked.

I paused, looking at my companion. Max settled back and lit a cigarette. He coughed violently as the smoke reached his lungs. Max looked to be in his late 50's and had a gnarled, weather beaten face which reminded me of Keith Richards from the Rolling Stones. He had long grey hair and wore dirty, worn clothes. He handed me another can of lager.

I had nothing better to do so I told him my story.

"Shit, my son, you've been well shafted," Max said once I was done. "You can't let them get away with that."

"What do you suggest?" I asked.

"Well I don't have much time for them usually but how about having a word with the old Bill?"




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I nodded. It seemed a good idea to report matters to the police. Hopefully they would sort things out.

The next morning I dragged myself to the nearest police station.

"I would like to report an abduction," I told the young police constable on the desk in the police station. He looked at me with ill disguised disgust and picked up the phone. After ten minutes or so a young woman came into the reception area. Her name tag announced that she was Detective Constable Sally Fisher. She took me into an interview room. Another policemen brought in two plastic cups of coffee and I told my story. She listened to everything I said without comment, just taking notes. Once we were finished she asked a few questions.

"I'll have to make some inquiries with your wife, Mr Saunders," she finally told me.

"But she's one of the people who conspired against me," I replied.

"I understand but I only have your side of matters at the moment. Are there any friends or family members who can also shed light on this?"

I gave her my home address and that of my parents and arranged to return in two days.

"The police didn't seem to impressed with me," I told Max after I returned. "In fact they looked at me as though I was something the dog had dragged in. I have to go back in two days."

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D C Fisher looked unimpressed as I sat down. 

"We had some difficulty contacting your wife," she began. "It appears that she has sold your house and left the country with your daughters."

"Where is she?" I interrupted.

"Let me continue. We spoke to your mother who was able to provide a telephone number for your wife.

"Your wife's account is rather different to yours. She states that you deserted her. She says that you have been behaving strangely for some months and that she discovered that you have a drug habit. She also claims that you have been violent towards her."

"That's nonsense, " I retorted. "why didn't she report me if I was violent."

"She told my colleagues that you had been under a lot of stress and that she didn't want to add to it. She forgave your behaviour. She also says that you deserted her four weeks ago. You left this letter and disappeared."

She slid a fax across the desk.

Dear Janet

I've had enough of you and your damned children. I can't stand the constant noise and disruption in the house and I'm leaving to find some peace.

Rick

The letter was type written and signed with my signature.

"This is a forgery," I told her.

"Your wife has told us that she has had a breakdown as a result of your behaviour and she is in a private clinic in Switzerland. She refuses point blank to tell us where and she has stated that she wants no further contact from you. She claims that she fears for her own and your daughters' safety."

"We also have a statement from your wife's mother who confirms that she had seen her daughter bruises on her daughter's face from your attacks."

I was stunned, that bitch was in collusion with those fuckers.

"That's a lie," I replied, without much hope.

"Based on what we've been told, we have no evidence to confirm your claim of being abducted. I'm afraid there is nothing more we can do. You should also be thankful that your wife hasn't made a complaint against you. Your mother has also told us that she doesn't not want you to contact her and that she will make a complaint to the police if you do."

So there is was. I was stranded 200 miles from home with no money and a drug habit. The police didn't believe me and I didn't have a friend in the world. In a phrase, I was screwed. I was stunned but there was one more thing I could try. I found a nearby telephone box and dialled Brommage's Transport. The phone rang for a good 30 seconds before it was answered. A man with a rough voice finally answered.

"Tyler Security" 

I asked to speak to Mike Brommage.

"He ain't here," came the curt reply. "The place has been sold and it's empty. I'm just a security guard so I can't tell you anything more.

He then rang off.

So there it was, all the birds had flown leaving me up shit creek without a paddle.

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"Fucking bastards," Max muttered after I told him what had happened. "Well old son, you'll have to do it yourself without the help of the boys in blue."

I felt tired and apathetic and in need of some tender loving care of a chemical nature.

"It looks like it," I sighed. "Once I get my head straight. In the meantime I need to survive."

Max proved to be a valuable friend in that respect, teaching me all the survival tricks needed.

"The key thing is to be warm and dry," Max explained. "If you're wet and cold then hypothermia will have you in no time. So a fire and shelter are key priorities. Next you need to keep your belly full. you can get a good feed every day at a couple of church halls not far from here. Lastly booze and fags to keep your soul alive. You have a guitar so you can busk for a few quid. I'll show you where to steal lager."

"I could use a fix," I told him.

"No you don't. That stuff is shit," Max snapped. "How long have they been doping you? Two or three weeks? Well you're not hooked yet. It won't be nice but your system will clear soon enough. Believe me, I tried it for a while. You stay on the drugs and you're dead meat."

"And one other thing, Rick, old son. Survival on the streets needs all your energy and focus. There is no time for regrets or worrying about the past, all you can afford to think about is where the next meal is coming from and how you're going to keep warm. You can stay here with me so you'll always have shelter. I've been around for ages and everyone knows and respects me. They know this is my patch and they don't bother me."

"So what's your story mate?" I asked.

"To be honest old son, I was shafted just like you."

Max was born in the east end of London and had always been a bit of a handful. As a kid he was regularly in trouble for shop lifting and getting into fights. After a couple of short spells in youth detention he had met up with a girl and got married. They had a small two bedroom flat and were relatively happy. One day an old friend had asked Max to help out with a robbery. The target was a betting shop and they had lifted a decent lump of cash. Unfortunately for Max, his friend had smacked the shop manager with a baseball bat and the guy died in hospital. Max ended up getting a 15 year stretch for his involvement.

He had been sent to Leeds prison to serve his time. There was no way his wife could travel all that distance to visit him and she left him after a couple of years. Max was released after 12 years and having no family left in London, decided to stay in Leeds. He had spent the next 20 years on the streets.

Max and I enjoyed each other's company and set up a partnership, looking after each other. For the next nine years we lived, drank and scavenged together.

Life on the street was all about survival, about getting enough to eat and a warm safe place to sleep. Max and I were a great team, supporting and looking out for each other. We had a safe berth near the canal where we had set up a tarpaulin awning and we had a fire during poor weather. I earned a reasonable amount from busking and I managed to gather some spare clothing. One thing I hated was the lack of washing facilities and clean clothes. I would visit the public baths once a week for a hot bath and to wash and change my underwear -- I had one spare set of pants and vest.

I became an expert scavenger from waste skips, the most lucrative being those at supermarkets. Most of the supermarkets threw out time expired food at the end of the day. There was usually nothing wrong with it and because most of it was sealed in plastic packaging it was safe to eat. I used to grab all sorts of fruit, vegetables, milk and bread that way. If you were really lucky you could get other stuff like clothing. I once got a lovely duffel coat which fitted Max perfectly.

My ability to earn money by busking was a godsend. For most of the homeless all they could do was beg. I saw so many folk just sat on the street with a sign saying "no home, no money, hungry" hoping for the odd coin. The problem was that the average passer-by was embarrassed by the homeless and usually walked by, looking the other way. It was surprising how easy it was to become a member of the invisible minority. At least my guitar playing attracted attention and most people were ready and willing to throw me a few coins.

The homeless community in the city was quite large. While people would come and go but there was a core of folk who I got to know quite well. The people who affected me most were the homeless youngsters. There were so many fourteen and fifteen year olds who had been thrown on the streets and were struggling to live. A lot of them had drug habits and so many were found dead either due to an overdose or malnutrition. Every time I saw a young homeless girl it would remind me of my babies and cause a pang of renewed pain.

One evening we were sat by our fire working our way through a couple of six packs of larger when I heard someone moving nearby.

"Who's that," I called out, "come where we can see you."

I was a tiny young girl with a duffel bag.

"Can I warm myself by your fire?" she asked.

"Help yourself," Max told her.

The girl sat by the fire. She was a pretty little thing with long brown hair. She was dressed in jeans and a dark jacket. Max and I introduced ourselves.

"I'm Jo," she replied.

"What's a youngster like you doing on the streets," I asked her. "You can't be more than 14."

"I'm 15," she replied.

Her story sounded familiar. Her mother's boyfriend had taken a fancy to her and decided to fuck her. She had managed to fight him off and escaped with a bag with just a handful of clothes. She had no money and was struggling to cope with life on the streets.

We knew her chances were poor on her own so Max and I decided to take her under our wing, providing her shelter, warmth and protection. Jo was a lovely girl, polite but sadly naïve -- not a good trait if you're on the streets.. She would go out begging during the day and come back to our camp at night. One day after about a month she came back really excited. 

"This man asked me if I was interested in earning some real money," she told us.

"Doing what?" I asked, immediately suspicious.

"He makes films and wants some girls as extras."

"And what does he want you to do?" Max asked.

"Just acting in the background," Jo replied. "He said I was perfect for films."

"What was his name?" Max asked.

"Benny Sutcliffe," Jo replied.

We both knew Benny. Benny was a pimp, drug dealer and general bastard.

"Have nothing to do with him, Jo," I told her. "He's bad news."

"Really, he seemed such a nice man" Jo replied with a smile.

"Listen to me, Jo," Max interrupted. "He's dangerous and not to be trusted. Don't go near him."

"Alright Max," Jon replied.

I had a nasty feeling that she didn't mean what she said.

A week later Jo vanished. I did the rounds asking all my contacts. Someone had seen her with Benny but there was no sign. I returned to our camp that evening, dispirited. I feared the worst for our young friend.

Jo was found by the police a week later, floating face down in the canal. She had been brutally raped and beaten to death. Fuck, I was angry. Who on this earth could condemn a child of 15 to homelessness and death? She never had a chance.

"There was no need for that," Max said, tears streaming down his cheeks. "She meant no harm to anyone."

After a couple of days I saw a poster outside a police station. There was a photograph of Jo and an appeal for information. Jo deserved justice and in spite of my disgust with the police I went in. The plod on the desk eyed me up with ill disguised irritation.

"That poster outside," I began. "I have some information." 

He made a short phone call and after a moment a plain clothes plod came out to see me. I told him what I knew.

"Benny Sutcliffe eh?" he grinned grimly.

"Yeah," I replied. "Pimp, druggy and general toe-rag."

"Oh we know Benny," the plod replied. "This is right up his street."

I left feeling a little happier with life. It transpired that for once the plod did their job well. Benny's warehouse was raided and a heap of snuff movies found including one with Jo in it. Benny ended up doing a long stretch -- at least Jo had been avenged.

Max never really, recovered from the shock. He had become attached to Jo and her death knocked a lot of life out of him.

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During this time I really "found" myself. Self examination made me realise that I had been too willing to accept people as generally being decent. I quietly vowed that I wouldn't ever be caught out again and that I would never be a victim again. My hatred of my wife and her fuck friend grew and I resolved that I would have my revenge on them. Jo's death also reopened my fears for my girls. I knew I had to do something and soon.

The days became darker and colder as we approached another winter, a time that both Max and I hated.

"I hate the fucking winter," Max muttered one evening. "It always hammers my health. I had noticed that Max had become progressively more ill. His cough was a constant companion and his face had become jaundiced. Once or twice I noticed him spit bloody sputum.

The weather was particularly severe that December. Max's cough became progressively worse and he seemed to lose all his energy.

"I'm going to ring the hospital," I told him one evening, as he lay wrapped up in a blanket, gasping for breath. His face had a nasty bluish tinge.

He didn't have the energy to argue. I went to a nearby phone box and dialled 999. The ambulance operator seemed sceptical thinking that I was making a hoax call but an ambulance finally appeared an hour later. Max insisted that I travelled with them to the hospital. I packed up my belongings and guitar and climbed into the ambulance.

Max was wheeled into the bowels of the hospital leaving me to give the receptionist his details. I was then asked to sit in the waiting area. The room was warm and I dozed off, only to be awoken after a couple of hours by a nurse. Her name tag told me that her name was Claire Thomas. I guessed that Claire was in her late twenties and she wore the typical white nurse's uniform. She was a little plump, her fine D cup breasts filling her uniform in a rather interesting way. She was also strikingly pretty -- she was a gorgeous girl.

"Do you know if Max has any next of kin?" she asked.

"He had a wife somewhere in London but that was a long time ago," I replied. "I think I'm probably his only friend now."

She nodded sympathetically. "I have to tell you that he's very ill and we need to carry out some tests. Why don't you settle down in the family room to wait?"

She led me to a small room furnished with comfortable chairs and brought me a coffee and a sandwich. The room was warm and I soon dozed off in my chair.

After a while I was awoken by the sound of the door as Claire returned.

"We've finished all our tests on Max would you like to sit with him?"

She led me to a side room and I sat by the bed. Max lay in the bed, an oxygen mask on his face. He seemed shrunken in the bed, his face pallid and haggard. He weakly pulled the mask from his face.

"It looks like I'm well fucked, mate," he whispered. "They've given me the once over, X-rays, blood test, pissed in a bottle, the lot. Liver screwed, cancer in my lungs and pneumonia. Then again I never did do things by half."

He slumped back exhausted and seemed to doze off. I sat in the chair, staring at my friend and thinking about what life would offer if he died. Meeting Max had been a godsend, life on the streets alone is a swine. Everyone needs company, someone to be with, talk to or look out for you. That's why so many homeless folks have pet dogs. Max had helped keep me alive. 

The time passed and at some stage a nurse brought me a drink of tea. Max lay motionless the whole time.

"Hey Rick, I need to tell you something," Max's voice shook me from my reverie. "I've not got much time left now and you need to decide what you're going to do. Listen you've got to find those girls of yours. Don't die like me without a family, find those girls and look after them. And give that wife of yours a slap from me. OK?"

Max was right. I was done with feeling sorry for myself, it was time for some action.

"OK mate," I replied. "Consider it done."

"Nice one," he whispered.

I dozed, in my chair, only to be awoken by the sound of an alarm. The monitor attached to Max was making a loud beeping sound and I could see the trace from his heart monitor was a flat line. A doctor and nurse hurried into the room and checked my good friend. The nurse turned to me and shook her head. I was gutted and again I felt alone in the world. 

"Would you like to go somewhere and sit?" the Nurse asked me.

I had never been a religious man but I felt a need to say a few words for my friend.

"Do you have a hospital chapel?" I asked.

The nurse nodded and led me to a small room with a stained glass window and an altar. I slumped in a chair, prayed and then wept.

After a while the door opened and I sensed someone sit beside me.

"Are you alright," came a quiet, female voice. It was Claire. 

"Are you still working?" I asked.

"No, I knocked off at 6 this morning. Do you know what time it is?" I shook my head. "It's one in the afternoon, I've been home and had a few hours sleep. I came back to see how you were. You've been here for fifteen hours."

"Max is dead, he was my best friend," I sobbed. "For nine years he helped me survive."

"And you paid him back with your loyalty," she replied. "If you don't mind me saying, your accent doesn't sound like someone who would normally be homeless. What's a nice guy like you doing on the streets?"

I gave her a short potted history of how I ended up in Leeds. She winced at my betrayal.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked.

"Max told me to go and find my daughters and pull my family together," I replied. "It looks like I'm going to London."

Claire nodded. "That sounds like a great plan. Can you stay here for a moment?" She asked. "I'll be right back."

A little while later she came back with another nurse.

"This is my best friend Anne and we would like to help you out."

"You look all in, how would you like a hot bath, a meal and a good sleep?"Anne asked me.

I nodded grateful.

"Follow us then and do what we tell you."

"What do you mean, you're not supposed to do this?" I asked.

"The flats are owned by the hospital and they get a little upset if the facilities are used by non-residents," Claire replied. "Not that that stops us!"

"But don't you have to work?"

"No I'm off for the next two days," Claire replied.

They led me out of the hospital and across the road to a large building. A sign on the wall indicated that it was the nurse's accommodation block. It looked rather like university accommodation. Claire led the way to the third floor and unlocked the door to one of the rooms. The room turned out to be a self contained flat comprising of a bedroom, bathroom, lounge/dining room and a kitchen. The flat was beautifully clean and tidy.

"I don't think I should come in," I told Claire. "My clothes are disgusting and I stink. I'll mess up the place."

She grabbed my arm and led me to the bathroom. "Do what you're told, you're going to get some tender loving care."

Claire thrust a bin bag and a white bathrobe into my hand and rummaged in the bathroom. "Put your clothes in the bag. There's soap and shampoo here and scissors and a razor if you want to shave. It's a new razor so you won't find it clogged with my armpit hair. There's lots of hot water so use as much as you want." she grinned.




Saved by Don Quixote



I soaked for an hour, relishing the forgotten pleasure of a bath. I shaved off my beard and trimmed my hair. I winced as the water drained away leaving a disgusting film of dirt over the bath. It took me a further 15 minutes just to clean it up.

Anne and Claire were in the lounge when I came out of the bathroom. 

"He scrubs up well," Anne grinned.

"Yes, he's quite handsome really," Claire added. "I've made you some soup."

I sat at the table and enjoyed hot soup and whole meal bread. Just a snack but it tasted like a banquet.

"You can take a nap on my bed if you want," Claire told me when I had finished. I was all in and I gladly followed her into her bedroom. I lay on the double bed and was asleep in seconds.

It was dusk when I woke up. The clock on the bedside locker told me it was six in the evening. I got up and went into the sitting room. Claire and Anne were sat on the couch drinking wine.

"We've been shopping,"Claire announced. "We've raided every charity shop in the area."

There were two pairs of jeans, socks, pants and shirts and a pair of good quality hiking boots, all inside a rucksack. There were also an overcoat, woollen scarf, beanie hat and gloves. I felt myself fill up at the kindness of these young women to a complete stranger.

"I don't know what to say," I finally managed to speak. "Words are just inadequate for what I feel."

They saw my tear wet cheeks and hugged me.

"Hush you lovely man," Claire whispered. "We're just doing what we're good at, making you feel better."

Anne sent out for a Chinese takeaway and left just before eight. She had a night shift and wanted to wash her hair before hand. Claire and I settled down on the couch and drank a lot of red wine.

Claire explained that she came from nearby Bradford and had wanted to be a nurse since she was 10. She derived great satisfaction from helping people and nursing was the perfect choice. She was 28 years old and although she had had a couple of serious relationships, she had not yet found her perfect man.

It felt good to be relaxing in a warm room sharing wine with a beautiful woman and the horrors of street life were forgotten for the time being.

"I hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch," Claire asked as she dumped a blanket and pillow on the chair. I settled down on the couch but sleep wouldn't come -- my mind was in a turmoil, so much had happened so quickly. My nine years on the streets had served to numb my emotions and Max's death opened up my feelings once again. I felt the pain of the death of my good friend, the loss of my girls who were so far out of my reach and the unforgivable treachery of my wife. Add to that the kindness shown by these nurses and I was suddenly overwhelmed. Without realising it, I wept.

"Hush Rick, it's alright," came the soft tone of Claire's voice as she gently wrapped her arms around me.

She hugged me to her body and rocked me gently like a child. As my feelings began to subside I realised that she was wearing just a thin night dress.

"Oh Claire, I'm sorry, I disturbed you..." I began.

She hushed me and led me to her room.

"You need a nice cuddle," she said, treating me like a child.

We settled down in her bed and she held me, my head resting on her shoulder. The scent of her body and the warm swell of he breast against my cheek awakened feelings in me which had been dead for 9 years. I felt my cock stiffen against Claire's thigh.

"Oh my god," I groaned and I pulled away from her, horrified that she would feel my cock against her.

Claire pulled me back.

"Don't be silly," she whispered. "Its nice to know I excite you."

Then Claire kissed me. A soft lipped, open mouthed kiss, begging me to respond. I kissed her back, unable to suppress a groan of passion. Her nightgown was buttoned down the front and Claire had left the top few undone. As she lay on her side, her full breast slipped down so that her nipple peeped through the open gown like a puppy's nose. She gasped as I ran the palm of my had over the soft skin of her breast, her nipple stiffening. Her sighs of pleasure spoke volumes.

Claire unbuttoned the rest of her night gown and rolled onto her back. The invitation was as plain as day. I slipped my hand to her waist, feeling her warm, voluptuous flesh, before sliding my hand to her hairy bush.

"Oh yessss," she sighed, spreading her legs and opening herself to me.

Claire's crotch was wet, open. She shuddered with pleasure as I caressed her labia.

"Put it in," she sighed, urgently.

I slipped between her legs and slid into her. The walls of her cunt gripped me in a wet, velvet embrace as though welcoming back a long lost friend. Claire gasped and then shuddered as my cock bottomed out, pressing against her cervix.

We fucked. Slowly with deep thrusts I teased and cajoled her body lifting her little by little to a shattering climax. In spite of my many years of abstinence I hadn't come. I contented myself in continuing to fuck her gently as she slowly returned from her orgasm.

"Oh god, Rick, that was wonderful," she whispered. "What about you?"

"You were a bit quick for me," I replied.

"Well you had better finish now," she told me. "I insist you fill me up."

"Is it safe?" I asked, ever the cautious one.

"Of course,it is, I wouldn't let you in otherwise. Now will you please cum inside me."

And of course I did, but not before I had coaxed Claire to a couple more climaxes.

We slept late the next day. In fact we stayed in bed all day. We talked, fucked, talked some more, fucked some more. We only stopped when we had run out of things to say, Claire's pussy was sore and my balls were empty.

It was perfect sex. Not the filthy, grunting sex that Margaret gave, or the unresponsive sex that Janet gave. Claire gave as much as she took, it had passion, it had love, we surprised and excited each other. 

"Why?" asked as we lay in bed, sleepily satisfied.

"Why what?"

"Why did you invite me into your bed? We've only just met."

Claire paused.

"You seemed so alone and vulnerable. I also felt that you were a decent man, someone who was loyal," she smiled.

"And... you looked cute and hot."

I looked at her for a long moment. Her face was radiant with a 'well fucked' glow. She was beautiful, unselfish and generous. So many attributes which my ex-wife lacked. I felt a tender warmth which I hadn't felt since the birth of my children.

"Well you do realise the effect you've had on me?" I asked.

Claire turned onto her side, facing me. Her full breasts sagging slightly.

"And what is that?"

"Oh just a small matter of falling in love with you."

Her eyes filled with tears.

"Me too," she sniffed.

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Claire drove me to the motorway services at the end of the M1 motorway on the Monday morning. 

"Look after yourself, darling," she whispered as she tearfully buried her face in my neck. "And find those babies of yours."

"Oh Claire, I don't want to go," I sighed. "I want to stay with you."

"You must," Claire replied. "Find your babies and then come back to me. I would never forgive myself if I stole you from your family. I'll wait for you."

She thrust a piece of paper into my hand. "My phone number. Ring me when you can."

I felt torn to pieces. I so wanted to stay with Claire but I had to find my girls. I gave Claire a lingering kiss and walked towards the lorry park before I broke down. I went from truck to truck until I found a guy who agreed to give me a lift to London. I had noticed that his haulage company was based in Enfield, not a thousand miles from my old home. The driver introduced himself simply as Dave. We pulled out and headed down the M1 motorway.

"Do you ever have dealings with Brommage Transport?" I asked Dave.

"I used to work for him," he replied caustically. "What a cunt with his fancy car and playboy attitude. Do you know what shit did? She shacked up with his secretary, sold the company and pissed off to Spain. We all lost our jobs."

"Shacked up with his secretary?" I asked, hoping to get some more details.

"Well they had been fucking like rabbits for months and I guess she decided to dump her husband."

"Do you know what happened to them?"

"Nah, they disappeared from the transport world. I don't know what he's doing now and I really don't give a fuck either."

I didn't push the issue and went spent the rest of the journey chatting about bloke stuff. Dave dropped me off at his depot and a short train journey later I found myself stood in Piccadilly Circus watching the bright flashing lights and pondering my next step.

So there I was, back on the streets but at least this time I knew the city. A lot of people tell you to get a grip and get a job but life isn't that simple. When you're on the streets you have nowhere to live which means no address. You try getting a job without an address! There was a charity in London called Centre Point which helped the homeless and the first thing I did was to knock on their door. Lucky for me they had room in a hostel where I could stay, provided I didn't drink or do drugs. I had a bed in a simple cubicle which gave me shelter and some small measure of privacy. I settled down to a life of busking to earn a crust.

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My big break came when I was sat one day on the grass in Soho Square playing some blues when this guy stopped. I looked up to see a huge West Indian dressed in a tuxedo. I guessed he was a bouncer in one of the clubs in the area.

"Hey man, that's good stuff you're playing," he told me in a deep voice. "I wish I could play like that."

"Are you on your way to work?" I asked him.

"No, I've just finished."

"Sit down and have a chat," I told him.

"Sure man," he replied, "but lets grab a coffee, I'm buying."

We sat down at one of the pavement cafés in Old Compton Street and ordered strong, black coffee.

The guy's name was Joel and he was a doorman at a club in Old Compton Street. We sat sipping our coffee, people watching.

"Hey man, I love this place," he grinned. "You see the whole world here."

I had to agree, Old Compton Street was the gay centre of the west end and you saw some interesting people there! We chatted and I told him my story.

"Shit man, why don't you kick this Frank guy's ass?"

"I wish I could," I sighed. "When you're on the streets with no money, you become invisible -- powerless. I have no money to get help, no one is going to let a scruffy beggar near the guy. I've tried to find him but no success at all. You can't believe the frustration I feel."

Joel was a single guy who lived in a bedsit. He lived simply, saving his money for the day that he could leave the city and settle in the country. To my complete amazement, Joel harboured an ambition to become a small holder.

"Damn," I laughed, "I can just imagine you tending the chickens."

"Fuck man, that would be so cool," he grinned back. "I remember back in Antigua when I was a boy. My grandma had a few chickens and I had the job of feeding them. It was so peaceful there with just the noise of the chickens, it sort of puts a man's mind at rest. You get me?"

Joel wasn't an articulate man but the impact of his emotions hit home.

"Do you ever think about going back?" I asked.

"All the time, man. We came over to England for a better life but instead my old man worked himself to death in a factory and my ma died a year later from grief. I long for the sun on my back and the peace of my home."

We met regularly over the next year. He knew the places where I busked and he would look me up most days. We usually went to one of the cafés in Old Compton Street for coffee or wine. While I loved the time we spent together, I was embarrassed that Joel usually paid. I made enough money to eat with little left over for luxuries. 

Joel became a close friend and I taught him the guitar. I may add that he became a damned good player -- he had natural talent. 

"Listen man I've been thinking," Joel told me day as we shared a bottle of wine. "I think I might have found you a job."

My heart skipped, maybe this was my way out of the gutter.

"It isn't much but a room comes with it. The manager of the club where I work is looking for a musician to play in the bar, do you think you could do that."

The suggestion seemed too good to be true.

"Lead the way, mate."

"Ok man, lets finish our wine and get there."

Soho has a scattering of small strip joints which simply set out to rip you off. They usually have some scruffy bloke out front whose job is to get the punters in. You pay an entrance fee to get in. The bar serves non-alcoholic drinks at rip off prices and hostesses will try and persuade you to buy them a drink. This is the big catch. On the drinks menu, in small letters, is a warning that buying a hostess a drink constitutes buying their company and this doesn't come cheap. Some punters have been charged £300 for a single, non-alcoholic drink 

The Tropicana club was a cut above the sleazy rip-off joints. It looked as though money had been spent on it and it was a decent size. There was no sleaze bag in a dirty mac trying to pull in punters. The entrance was a narrow passageway which took you past a reception desk. A blonde girl in a black cocktail dress sat behind the desk talking to the doorman.

"We're going to see Nicko," Joel told them.

The passageway led to a flight of stairs up to the main club room. There was a small stage against one wall with three poles. Rows of seats similar to those in a cinema surrounded the stage. The room was painted black and was lit by disco lights synchronised to the beat of loud rap music thumping from loud speakers on the walls. Around 20 guys sat watching a slim, nude girl swinging from a pole. There was a bar in a room adjacent to the main area and I could see a number of club clients drinking with some of the strippers.

Nicko, the manager, was sat in his office, feet on the desk, reading a filthy porn magazine. The room was well furnished with a large desk, deep maroon carpet and flock wallpaper. There were a smattering of black and white framed pictures of strippers on the walls and a bank of CCTV monitors on the desk.

"Hey Joel, is this your mate?" Nicko asked.

"Yeah, Rick" Joel replied, "he's a diamond."

"Good enough for me," Nicko smiled. "Sit down lads."

Nicko was a Greek looking guy in his mid 40's wearing a tuxedo and bow tie.

Nicko handed out large glasses of Jack Daniels. "OK Rick, tell me about yourself," he rasped in an East London accent.

I gave him a potted history of my life. He frowned angrily as I told him how my wife had fucked me over. He reached for a framed photograph and handed to me. It showed Nicko with a beautiful woman and seven children.

"That's my mob," he explained. "The wife and my kids. Family is everything mate and I would kill anyone who took them from me. If I can ever help you get that fucker, just ask."

I was surprised that this complete stranger was making such an offer. Nicko must have noticed because he gave a huge grin.

"Look Rick, Joel and I have been mates for 20 years and we're like brothers. If he says that you're an OK bloke then that's good enough for me. "

"Bloody hell mate," I grinned, changing the subject. "Don't you know what causes kids?" and nodding towards the photograph.

"Yeah mate, the wife likes to screw with the light on and the light attracts them, just like moths," Nico grinned back. "Seriously, I love kids and we always wanted loads of them. The wife had a tough time with the last one and the doc warned her about having any more. I ended up having my tubes snipped. The wife loves it, we screw more than ever without any risk."

"Right, this is my idea. I want to inject a little classy ambiance into the bar. The punters spend time in there drinking and chatting with the girls when they're not performing. I don't want loud music which fucks up conversation, just something tasteful. So can you play that thing?" Nicko asked, nodding at my guitar case.

I got out my guitar and slipped into "Goodbye Pork Pie Hat" the classic Charlie Mingus number. I then played a couple of blues standards.

"Very nice mate," he nodded. "A bit of class that, you've got the job."

Nicko stood up. "Come on, I'll show you around."

Unlike most clubs, The Tropicana was well decorated. We went through a door marked "Staff Only" at the side of the stage. We entered a long corridor leading to some stairs up to the second floor. We passed a door marked "Changing Room" and a door to a bathroom. Upstairs was my new home, a surprisingly decent three room flat.

"This is my sleeping quarters if I can't get home in the evening," Nicko told me. "I should say,"was" because this is now your new home, Rick." 

The flat was very nicely furnished with a stereo, plasma screen TV, leather suite, bar, the works. The bedroom had a huge double bed and a real masculine ambiance.

"Listen Rick, why don't you dump those shitty clothes and grab a bath." Rick opened his wallet and handed Joel a wad of notes. " Joel, go out and get this guy some gear, will you? I have a few things to do so I'll catch you later. I'll ask one of the girls to show you around, have a word with Sally, you'll find her either in the bar or the changing room. She'll sort you out."

Joel returned after a while with an armful of carrier bags. He had bought a complete wardrobe of clothes for me.

A couple of hours later I was clean, shaved and kitted out in jeans and white T shirt. I felt human again. I headed downstairs to seek out Sally. I tapped on the changing room door and opened it. The room was empty except for one naked woman who was towelling herself down. I had a perfect view of her naked back and rear.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I gasped and I pulled the door closed. I heard her shout out "hang on" as I closed the door. I stood outside feeling ashamed that I had blundered in on her. After a moment the woman opened the door. She was wearing a towel bath robe.

"You must be Rick" she asked, smiling.

"Y... yes," I told her, blushing madly, looking everywhere except at her. "I'm the new guitarist for the bar."

Sally smiled. "I know, Nicko asked me to show you around. Come in, I'll get dressed."

Sally was a blonde woman in what I guessed to be in her late 20's. She was extremely attractive but had a slightly tired look. I guessed that she hadn't had an easy life. 

The changing room was just you would expect. Clean clothes hanging from hooks, discarded items on the floor and a couple of making up areas. I studiously avoided watching while Sally dressed. Once she was ready I suggested we went to my flat for a coffee and a chat.

"Can I ask you something?" Sally asked me after taking a sip her coffee. "You seemed very uncomfortable being with me when I was naked, why is that?"

"Sally, you're an attractive woman and I would love to see you nude." I told her, "Although you make your living stripping, you're also a human being who deserves respect and privacy and should be treated as such when you're not on stage. I'm sure you would prefer to see me looking at your face rather than your breasts while we talk."

"Oh that's so sweet," she smiled. "Being seen naked by dozens of people a day is numbing and I feel like a lump of meat on display. They all think they own me in some way. I appreciate that kind thought, Rick."

"So tell me about this place," I asked.

"Well we're open from mid day to mid night and the day is split into two shifts. We have roughly 14 girls on our books at any time, 7 on each shift. We end up doing roughly six strips a shift. The girls are a mix between eastern Europeans and students paying their way through college."

"What's the deal with the girls in the bar?" I asked.

"The girls go there between spots to chat with the punters. Some of them offer additional services if you know what I mean. Nicko doesn't endorse it but he doesn't stop them. They need the money."




Saved by My Best Friend



It was late one cold Saturday night, I was sleeping in my bed, and my baby girl Charlotte (Charlie for short) was fast asleep in her crib across the room. Charlie had only been in my life for 6 months but I loved her so much. 

Charlie's dad, Adam, wasn't around much, you seen I caught him cheating on me with my best friend Sara about 2 months after Charlie was born and I threw him out on the spot. I loved him but by this point I had already had enough of him so this was the last straw. I was already scared enough of him with his drinking problem, he became violent and that was not something I wanted Charlie to grow up with.

Before we go further I should introduce myself. My name is Lisa; at 22 I suppose you would class me as a young single mum. I always thought of myself as unwanted, my parents never seemed to care about anything to do with me; they basically wished me luck and closed the door in face when I told them I was pregnant. The only people that helped were my friends, particularly Nathan, he has been the best. Not long after I left home at 18 I met Adam, he was sweet and understanding and totally swept me off my feet. He was my first and only lover to date. For the first 12 months it was great, parties, friends and the love of my life but then Adam started drinking a lot and became very possessive and abusive.

Problem is after throwing Adam out I didn't have enough money to stay in the place I was in, plus I didn't want to be in the house on my own if Adam should ever come knocking all drunk and abusive. He did show up once or twice trying to get me to take him back acting all nice and sweet, although I could tell he'd been drinking, but once I denied him he became abusive again, demanding to see Charlie and that he'd be back one day and she would be gone forever. So 2 days after his second appearance I spoke to my friend Nathan about it and he took us into his home no questions asked, although the unspoken questions were answered by my black eye and bruised wrists.

Nathan was the nicest guy I had met but I never saw any potential between us in the 5 or 6 years I had known him, he had never shown any interest so I just assumed I wasn't his type, besides he always had a different girl over on the weekends, and although I knew what they were doing just a couple of meters down the hall he was always good enough to make sure they stayed quiet for Charlie's sake, as well as mine. He knew I would come in there and tell them to shut the hell up if they woke Charlie at some ungodly hour of the night.

Anyway as I was saying, Charlie and I were fast asleep on this particular night, when someone started banging on the front door. Nathan was still out on the town, so I dragged myself out of bed, making sure they hadn't woken up the baby. I just got out of the bedroom when they pounded harder on the door. I closed my bedroom door and yelled out that I was coming and to be quiet, there was a baby in the house. I slowly opened the front door and in pushed Adam.

"Where is she Lisa? I want to see my baby girl" he demanded.

"She is sleeping so keep your fucking voice down, for Christ sake its 2am."

"I don't care, she is my child and I want to see her."

"Well you cant" I retorted. "I wont allow you near her, not in the state you're in, you reek of booze and you're swaying, come back when you have sobered up" at that I turned and opened the front door, then all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything went black.

Next thing I knew I was laying on my bed my wrists and ankles tied up. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling incredibly groggy, I turned to look at the clock and it said 2.30am. I had only been out for about 30mins but god I was sore. As I looked up there was Adam holding Charlie and talking to her, but she was screaming, which didn't help my sore head. I could tell Adam was starting to get angry so I started to struggle; I had no idea what he might do to my baby if he got too mad with her.

He noticed my struggling and laid Charlie back down in her crib. The way he looked at me was pure evil and until that moment I had not realised he had stripped me of my clothes.

"Let me go Adam, this isn't funny."

"Who's laughing?" he smiled. "I've come to get what's mine, especially seeing as your big bad protector isn't here." He ran his finger up my leg to my pussy. Slowly circling my clit, I suppressed a moan, my body was betraying me, it had been too long since I had gotten any, and he knew what I liked. "You like that don't you baby" he hissed. I shook my head but he knew what he was doing to me. While all this was going on Charlie was still crying.

"Please Adam, she is crying, don't do this, not with Charlie in the room, please." I sobbed.

"Too bad, you wouldn't let back in your life, so I'll take what I deserve", with that he shoved 2 fingers into my now wet, but oh so tight pussy. I screamed out in surprise and pain.

I tried to squeeze my legs shut and just for that I coped a back hand. "Now, now, you should know not deny me by now, it will only get worse if you fight it" he sneered as he violently pumped his two fingers into me. He then stopped and started taking his clothes off exposing all of himself to me. He then climbed on top of me and leaned in to kiss me, his breath reeked of alcohol so I turned my face away. He punched my in the ribs, and I knew as soon as he did he broke one, maybe even two. I cried out in pain and Charlie started screaming louder. I tried to kick him off and in doing so I kneed him in the nuts. He rolled off me and onto the floor. I started to struggle free, the more I pulled on the ties, the looser they got. All of a sudden Adam got up and I saw something shiny in his hand, in was a knife, next thing I knew, he had shoved into my side and then my stomach, I cried out as he leaned over me I was screaming, I could feel his cock pushing up against my pussy and then all of a sudden I heard yelling and a girl scream and Adam was no longer on top of me.

That's the last thing I remembered before I woke up in a hospital bed. As I woke I slowly opened my eyes to a hand running over my face and through my hair, all I could think of was how nice it felt, then everything started to come back to me and I sat up too fast and got dizzy and laid back down. The voice soothed me and told it was ok, that Charlie was fine, as the voice continued to reassure me I realised it was Nathan stroking my hair. I started to sob and he leaned down and gave me a hug.

"Oh Nathan what happened? Is Charlie ok? What's going on?" I had all of these questions that I wanted answered. I could feel pain shooting up and down my side and started remembering that night.

"Its ok Lisa, you're safe now, Charlie is fine, she is at my parent's house, they love it, they want to know when I'll give them grandchildren" he smiled. Nathan then went on to explain what had happened, that he had come home with a girl to find the front door open, he knew something was wrong straight away and started calling my name. He could hear Charlie crying and then heard my screams of pain. He ran to my bedroom to find Adam and me naked on the bed, Adam on top of me holding a knife and blood every where. He pulled Adam off of me and beat the crap out him as the girl called for an ambulance and the police. He told me that he settled Charlie down after making sure Adam wasn't getting up in a hurry and called his parents to come look after her. He told me that I had to have an operation on my kidneys and stomach, unfortunately they couldn't save both kidneys and I had lost one. I had been asleep for 2 days, Adam had been charged and jailed for break and enter, rape, grievous bodily harm and attempted murder, and he wouldn't be out for a long time. 

At that moment a doctor entered the room, asking the usual how are you feelings? And checking my charts and the monitors etc. he informed me I would be able to go home in a week but that it was probably in my best interest to see a psychiatrist and talk about and deal with what had happened. I thanked him and he left. A week later I was home and getting comfortable again. 

Two months later…

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon; Charlie was down for an afternoon nap. Nathan and I were outside having a coffee and a cigarette; I took up smoking again after I left the hospital.

"Nathan, there is something I need to talk to you about and I need you to understand that this is something I need to do."

"OK, sounds serious, what's up?"

"Charlie and I are going to move out, I've been saving money ever since we moved here, I've still got all of my old furniture and everything so it was just money for a deposit that I needed."

"Your right, I don't understand, why are you moving out? Have I done something to upset you or make you feel uncomfortable?" he asked, looking quiet sad about my revelation.

"No, no, no, nothing like that, it's just sleeping in that room isn't helping me, besides we're cramping your style. Since I got home from the hospital you haven't been out, or had one girl over." The truth was Nathan had been more than fantastic, helping me with Charlie and getting me back on my feet. Holding me when I broke down into sobs or I'd find him holding me in my bed after I had woken up screaming from a bad dream. I had grown close to Nathan I had even started falling for him, I couldn't do it to him, knowing I wasn't his type. I was nothing like those girls he used to bring home, besides he would be wanting to find someone and settle down soon and having Charlie and I there wouldn't help his cause. No I had made up my mind.

"Well the room problem we can solve, you and I can swap, and as for the other thing, that is my choice. I have felt so guilty for being out that night…" he started but I cut him off as it started to become clear he would fight me on this and it was making me upset that he couldn't see the real reason and I couldn't tell him. What was worse he had been blaming himself for my own stupidity of opening the door at 2am in the morning, I should have known who was at the door, none of our friends would do something like bang the door down and almost wake Charlie.

I stood up, "no Nathan, you cannot fight me on this one and you cannot blame yourself for what happened. It was my own stupid fault for opening the door at 2am in the morning; I should have known who it was." Tears started to roll down my cheeks. "I'm sorry Nathan but I can't do this anymore." I turned and started to walk back to house.

"Wait Lisa, you can't do what anymore?" Nathan had a glimmer of hope… has she started to feel for me like I have always felt for her?

"I can't… oh fuck it. I can't be here to watch you bring strange girls into this house, your house… my home, the place I hoped… well I was starting to hope we would make our home as a family… but I'm not your type and I know you're not interested in me, I'm nothing like those other girls, I know that, and you deserve better than a pity case. I'm sorry, I've got to start packing." With that I turned and ran back into the house to pack.

Nathan sat frozen to his chair thinking… she does, she feels the same way, how can she think I would not be attracted to her? All of those girls, that had things that reminded me of her, but none of them were what I want, none of them were her! "I've got to do something about this and quick; I've got to tell her how I feel" he mumbled to himself. With that he got up and went inside to find Lisa.

I was packing my bags and crying when I heard a light tap on the door, I knew who it was "I'm not changing my mind" I heard the door slowly open but I still had my back to it, tears rolling down my cheeks. "I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't have said anything, but now you know, but I won't change my…" suddenly I was spun around and was looking into the hottest pair of eyes "m-mind" I shakily got out.

"What if I told you these feelings weren't all one sided? What if I told you that the reason I saw all of those girls was because I saw something of you in each of them? What if I told you I have been in love with you for longer than I can remember?" He stared into my eyes.

I started to cry again and he hugged me to him. "Please" I said, "please don't say things you don't mean, don't get my hopes up" I sniffled.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it" he said. "Hey look at me honey, please look at me." Lisa looked up. "I love you, I want to grow old with you, please stay and make a home and a family with me, I already treat Charlie as if she is my own, so do my parents, they adore the both of you." His eyes pleaded with mine. 

Suddenly I gave in and kissed him. I kissed him hard and passionately. He moaned and started pulling my top over my head, I wasn't wearing a bra, so as he guided me back on the bed, pushing off my suitcase, he began to suck and nibble on my nipples. I moaned and writhed in ecstasy. His hand was over my jeans clad pussy rubbing it softly as mine did the same to his hard cock as my other hand started pulling his shirt up to reveal a nice six pack and some hot pecks as well as a gorgeously trimmed trail of hair from his belly button down to his jeans. I licked my lips with anticipation.

Nathan began to undo my jeans; I lifted my butt to allow him to pull them and my panties off to reveal my shaven sex. He then stood licking his lips and pulled down his jeans and then his boxer briefs. I thought his cock was big but oh my god; it was the most beautiful 9 in. cut cock I had ever seen. I placed my hand on it and started to stroke and felt in pulse in my hand. We both moaned. I sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer so I could take in the detail of his cock. I placed my tongue on the tip and just licked down to the base and back up. This made him thrust towards my mouth so I continued my ministrations till he begged for me to suck him. I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck hard and long strokes. He started to fuck my mouth so I moaned and sent the vibrations through him. I then grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way. I sat there with his cock deep in my throat as I sucked, I could hear him whispering "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Then I started bobbing my head up and down I could hear his breathing change and knew he was getting close, suddenly he pulled it out of my mouth and he said " I have to stop or you'll make me cum too quick. Lay back on the bed please baby." I smiled and lay back and spread my legs.

Nathan lay down between my legs and dove in, licking and sucking my clit, I lifted my ass of the bed and moaned loudly, surprised at how skilful he is. As Nathan licked at my clit he slid a finger in my pussy and slowly pumped in and out. It was so agonising slowly I started humping his finger. He slid in a second and quickly found my g spot. He had me moaning his name and writhing under his hands and mouth. I started to call his name as he pushed in a third I cried "oh god Nathan I'm going to cum." He stopped sucking for a moment to tell me to let got, and let go I did. I cried out in ecstasy as my muscles tightened and spasmed. I lay there panting and he kissed back up my body, finally kissing me hard, I could taste myself and it made me hotter than before.

Nathan lay on top of me; I could feel his cock head at my entrance. I pushed up trying to get his cock inside my dripping wet pussy. Slowly he slid in, both of us moaned. "You're so tight" he whispered in my ear followed by "god I love you so much." "I love you too" I said. Then he kissed me as he started to pump in and out of me. We were moaning and had a rhythm going; sweat was dripping off the both of us. "I'm close, I need to pull out coz I don't have a condom." But I gripped him tighter, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him. "No baby," he said "you can't get pregnant."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I didn't think you wanted another little Charlie just yet."

"Hunni, I want a home, I want to be your one and only, and I want to have your babies" I said as he kept pumping. He smiled down at me and kissed me, then suddenly he sped up and his breathing became erratic. "Yes cum for me baby" I moaned. Nathan tensed up and then started shooting load after load inside of me which set off my second orgasm.

As we lay there in the after glow, Nathan rolled towards me "you really meant it didn't you?" He asked

"What?"

"When you said you loved me and that you want have my children?"

"Yes I did, I love you so much." I rolled over and kissed him.

Suddenly I heard a noise and then Charlie was crying again. As I got up I heard Nathan say something, but missed it. "What was that hun?"

"Marry me?" his eyes pleading with me.

"Oh my god, yes!" I screamed. 

We were kissing when I heard Charlie again.

THE END



Saved By My Mate



Valentine's Day is all about love, and what's wrong with a little wolfy love? 

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I won't accept that I will die here.

Not choking on my own blood on the side of a hill with an antler tine buried in my chest. This wasn't going to be how my parents would find me. I was strong, I was stubborn, I was a damn Beta in my pack and one hell of a she-wolf. No, I was going to make it. I'm not quitting.

My determination did not change the fact that I had a punctured lung, I was bleeding out my mouth and night would be here soon. I had to drag myself to shelter or I'd never make it through the cold night. My paws stretched forward, my claws digging in to the pine straw and dirt of the forest floor as I headed for a deadfall about fifty feet away. Every move hurt; my breathing was labored, and when I coughed the blood would spray my front legs. I couldn't stand, but my back legs helped push me forward foot by foot.

I focused on the immediate. Set a target a few feet ahead, crawl through the pain to get there. Get a new target. Lather, rinse, repeat. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. Don't give up, don't ever give up. 

No one was even looking for me yet. I had told my parents I was going for a long run and would be back by morning. They were fine with it, I was home from college and they knew I needed to let my wolf out for a while. Our house was on the edge of our Pack lands, which was to the west of Salmon, Idaho. The Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness Area was a short run away, and beyond that was the largest remaining roadless area in the Lower 48. It was called that because when Lewis and Clark tried to take the Salmon River west, they couldn't get past the rapids and couldn't go back upstream either. It's a huge playground for us, and now that real wolves have been reintroduced we can run without being in danger. The woods are full of mule deer, antelope and other tasty prey.

The mule deer buck wasn't supposed to hurt me, but I was sloppy and overconfident. I normally wouldn't hunt alone, but he was limping and I was hungry. I thought he would bolt and was already in the air before I realized I was wrong. He twisted, his horns slamming into my chest. One tine broke off between my ribs as he flung me aside before leaving.

I thought about all the things I was going to do when I made it home. I was going to take a long, hot shower. Cuddle up in the window seat with a good book. Look out at the moon and dream about the moment I would meet my mate, the one person made just for me, the one who would be with me forever. I'd known his scent since puberty, I'd daydreamed about what he might look like. He smelled like oak, leather and fresh rain. I knew he was going to be strong and kind and handsome. We would sense each other, our eyes would lock, and we would run to each other like no one else in the world existed. I'd jump up to his broad chest, his strong arms would wrap around me, our lips would meet in an explosion of sensation that would leave me breathless. He'd carry me back to his room and make me a woman, make me his by marking my neck and I would bite him back. We'd have our happily ever after.

Well, not if I don't get my ass to shelter soon.

It was getting more difficult to move. Every time I moved my front paws forward I would whine with the pain of doing so. I was concentrating so much I didn't notice the sounds. I smelled him first.

My head snapped up. Oak, leather, fresh rain, it was HIM! My mate! I held my nose up, sampling the wind, while my eyes searched for him. I could hear him but not see him. I whined, I howled, I howled again despite the pain but he didn't answer. He was coming closer, the smell was stronger and I could hear him moving through the brush. Finally, he broke through.

My first thought was how strong and handsome he looked. My second was HOW CAN HE BE HUMAN? 

I whined softly as he approached. He was tall, over six foot. A plaid shirt buttoned half way up gave a hint at the muscles underneath the olive drab t-shirt. His shoulders were broad, his waist flat and narrow, and his legs were lean and powerful. He had a large frame backpack on and a big revolver hanging low from his right hip. His hair was dark brown, he had a scruff of beard like he hadn't shaved in a week. I was staring at him, thanking Luna for giving me such a hot mate. He stopped about ten feet from me, lifting his sunglasses up to see me.

I put my head down and whined softly. The last thing I needed was for him to be scared of me. I wished I could change back into my human form, but I didn't have the energy, and it violated our laws to do so. I tried to keep looking at him, but I was at the end of my energy reserves and I ended up rolling on to my side.

"Damn, girl, that doesn't look good." I knew my chest was bloody and had the antler sticking out. I licked the blood off my muzzle while whining again. I looked at him again, and could see his concern for me in his eye.

His right eye was a striking green color. His left eye was gone, the eyelid sewn shut. An angry scar went from just above his nose down to his left ear. I whined softly, trying to get him to come closer. I watched him pull out a bandanna from his back pocket. With one hand on his pistol, he circled around to in front of me while his other held the fabric out. "Easy, girl, I won't hurt you. I'm going to see if I can help, all right? Just stay calm, it's OK, and don't bite me." His voice soothed me and I laid my head back down as he approached. He looped the fabric and tied it around my muzzle as I looked up at him.

"Good girl, sorry but I have to do this. It might hurt and I don't want you biting me."

He set his pack down and started to dig around inside. He pulled out a small bag, red with a big red cross on it. "Wilderness first aid kit, don't leave home without it." He smiled and stroked my head and neck as he moved closer with it. He was kneeling next to my chest, looking through the bag for something, when I noticed his leg. Where the pant leg rose up, I could see the titanium tube that went down to the artificial foot. 

I saw him take out gauze, alcohol, forceps, a scalpel and a field dressing. He took a powerful headlamp flashlight out and placed it on his forehead. Setting them where they would be handy, he took off his plaid shirt and laid it over my head. "Sorry, girl, you don't want to see what I have to do here." I heard the sound of latex gloves snapping over his hands then he was probing the area near the antler. I whined softly as his artificial leg gently draped over my neck and his shirt, holding me down for what was about to happen. "All right, this is going to hurt but I have to do this so please don't bite me. I'll help you out. This isn't the first time I've done field aid on a sucking chest wound, you're lucky I found you." I whined as he gripped the antler, moving it slightly, and then he pulled.

I passed out from the pain. I never want to feel that again.

I woke up later, I don't know how long I had been out but it was now dark out except for the light from the campfire. His scent was strong in it, and that helped to calm me. Everything hurt, it hurt to breathe. I noticed I wasn't laboring in my breathing like before. I looked around without moving; I was warm. I was laid out on his sleeping bag, the soft insulation felt good on my fur. I was in a tent, my head near the entrance and the flaps were wide open. I'm sure he did that so if I ran off I wouldn't rip his tent up on the way. The opening faced a small fire which was giving off a lot of heat. On the side was a small metal pan on which a rice and beef dish was simmering. It smelled amazing.

I couldn't see, hear or smell my mate. I raised my head and looked down, I could see the bandage on my side and the ace bandage surrounding my chest holding it in place. I could also tell he had cleaned the blood from my fur. I decided to risk moving, and rolled until I was on my stomach. It hurt, but I'd been through worse. I would wait for him to come back, I thought, and I put my head down on my paws to sleep again.

I heard him coming up the hill and then I saw his flashlight. He came into the campsite, tossed the pistol on his pack then hung his clothes on the branches to dry. He was totally, gloriously, amazingly naked. My wolf was bouncing around with joy as she looked at his body, and I was looking at him with shock. The damage my man's body had sustained was extensive. His left leg was amputated a few inches below his knee. There were ugly, misshapen scars on his side and chest. And there was his eye. I cried inside for him, for his pain, for his loss. 

He heard me whine and looked past the fire to me. "Hey girl. I'm glad you're up, it was touch and go for a while there. Good news is I was able to tie off the bleeder and get your lung reinflated. It will hurt like hell for a while, but if you take it easy you should recover." I tilted my head to look at him. "Yeah, I know. I'm talking to a wolf who has no idea what I'm saying, but I like talking to you. I need to give you a name, though. Girl just doesn't cut it." I opened my jaws and let my tongue hang out. "Any ideas? Wolfie? Fido? Spike?" I growled at that one. "OK, not a fan. Lucky? Gray Eyes?" I tilted my head. "You know, your fur you reminds me of a friend. He had black hair and a beard with just a bit of white mixed in. His nickname was Raven. That work for you?" I gave him a chuff and nodded my head. "Raven it is. You're a smart one, I see. I didn't think you would take to being worked on this well. I half expected to need a rabies shot after trying to treat you."

He moved over to his pack, pulling out boxers and jeans. I let out a growl as he covered up his privates, my wolf had been looking at his junk with anticipation. My wolf is overly focused on sex and mating, and he was equipped well for that. I enjoyed the show too, especially his muscled ass. He grabbed a T-shirt and pulled it on, covering the tattoos on his back and shoulders. "You missed out on a bath, there is a hot spring just a mile or so away. I had a nice warm soak. I love hiking in this area because I can get a hot bath before bed. Nothing like that in Afghanistan, I can assure you."

I kept watching as he moved over to the fire. Using a glove, he pulled the pot off and used a spoon to scoop half onto a plate. He spread it out, my mouth was watering at the smell and my stomach growled loud enough for him to hear. "You have to let it cool first, Raven. I'll get you some water while we wait." He came up to the tent and carefully lifted me out, setting me next to him as he sat by the fire. "I'm glad you get along with me, Raven. It's nice having someone to talk to without having to deal with the pity or the disdain. That's why I like hiking back here, I can go for days without seeing another person. You accept me as I am, and I take you as you are. Well, that and you can't walk away from me yet." He poured water from his canteen into a bowl and set it down. I was really thirsty, so soon it was gone and he was pouring more. "I think that's enough for now, I don't need you waking up to pee five times tonight. How about we get you that food now?" My tongue was hanging out the side of my mouth, water dripping to the ground.

He took the plate and set it down before me. I looked at him for a second, then put my head down and started in on it. He was a great camp cook, I'll give him that. The rice filled me up, while the beef pieces had absorbed enough water to be chewy. I finished it quickly and after licking the plate was looking at him, my head to the side and tongue hanging out. "Sorry, this is mine." He finished eating out of the pot then set all the dishes aside. He pulled out a couple chewy granola bars from his pack and fed me one. 

In the distance I could hear thunder, and I could tell he did too. "Looks like we're in for some weather. Go out there and do what you need to do to get ready for bed, I've got to get everything put away before this hits." He walked off with the dishes, headed for the stream below. I took the opportunity to limp to the trees and relieve myself. I was back in the tent and lying down on the sleeping bag before he returned. I watched him toss a rope over a high branch then haul his food bag up out of the way. I knew this and the gun were because we were in bear country, it was just what you did. He put a few more logs on the fire to keep it going, even if it rained good some coals underneath may stay hot enough to refire it quickly in the morning. He covered his pack and some firewood with a small tarp, tucking the edges down so it wouldn't blow away, and then he tried to come in the tent.

"Geez, Raven, make yourself at home." I yipped at him as he moved past me. "Move over a little and let me get in." He unzipped the sleeping bag halfway, then took off his leg and set it in the corner. He pulled off his jeans and slid in. I stuck my head under and wormed my way inside, then turned around until my back was next to his chest and my head was on his pillow. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he draped an arm over my stomach. He was asleep within seconds. 

I didn't have such luck. My mate was right here, I loved him and wanted him and I hurt too much to change right now. His bare legs were by my tail and I could feel his cock twitch as he dreamed. I'd have to wait until I was stronger, then I would shift and show him who I was, and who he was to me.

He woke me just as the first glow of dawn was coming over the mountains. He opened up the tent, putting his leg on and grabbing his jeans before he morning wood led the way out. I watched him go before I slipped out to pee, whining a few times as my wound protested movement. He disappeared down the hill with his canteen while I made my way over to the remains of the fire. We had gotten lucky, the storm had missed us last night and there were still good coals.

He made us breakfast- oatmeal and raisins. He was comfortable enough with me now that he just scooped it with his fingers and let me eat out of his hand. "You're the tamest wolf I've ever heard of, Raven. If you weren't so big I'd think you were domesticated. You've got to go a hundred pounds, and not an ounce of fat." I chuffed, I was one twenty but on my five foot six frame that was a good human weight. "I'm glad I came out here. Life makes sense in the mountains, you know? You eat, you sleep, you hunt your food. You don't have rent, or jobs, or appointments with yet another shrink. No red tape, no endless forms, no stupid bosses who think they are all that and a bag of chips. You know what you are, and where you are." He scratched my neck. "It's so peaceful up here, I wish I could stay forever. I've been in other places with tall mountains, great scenery, long hikes and rough camping, but this place no one is shooting at me. And no screaming people wanting to blow themselves up because killing me is their ticket to heaven."

I laid my head in his lap and let him scratch my ears. "I miss my buddies. We came from all over, but we were closer than brothers. We would do anything for each other, and talk about anything. Who the hell can I talk to about it back here? My friends from high school? What are they going to tell me? They've never been in a firefight more dangerous than playing Call of Duty. They don't know what it is like to lose buddies, to watch them die while you fight and fight to save them and you just aren't enough... To watch the light go from their eyes." A tear dripped from his face onto my neck. "Six of us died when that IED went off and blasted that Humvee to kingdom come. I'm working on my Lieutenant, he's bleeding out from his leg that's missing and his guts are falling onto the ground. Sarge is on the radio, the rest are trying to pull everyone out. Next thing I know I wake up in Germany because a suicide bomber ran in by me and blew himself up. What kind of sick fucks blow up wounded?" I can't cry in wolf form, but my wolf is howling inside at her mate's pain. "My whole fucking squad, only three of us lived." Another tear dropped. "Vic's already killed himself, the pain and the drugs just made it slower. I can't take much more of this. I can't function back there. Every time I sleep I see him looking at me, reaching for me, crying 'Doc, help me.' And I can't. I try but I can't. Last night was the first night without a nightmare I can remember." 

I licked his hand and snuggled my head back down, my heart was breaking with every word. "This place is better therapy for me than going to some VA hack doctor. All he ever does is give me drugs. The drugs don't stop the nightmares, and I can't function in school when I am on them. This air, this scenery, it clears my head better than any drug." He scratched my ears and started to get up. "I have to get back to my truck and go back to the world. I hate being stuck in classes, but I can't be a Ranger medic any more and I need something I can make money at. Disability isn't a life for me. Time to break camp, Raven. You sit there and rest for a while, I got this."

Twenty minutes later he had his backpack ready and was pouring water on the fire. I was whining at him, I didn't want him to leave and I wasn't ready to walk out of here, either. Fate had other plans for us, I guess. I heard a wolf howling in the distance. It was my father, he was looking for me, then my brother howled from a different direction. It hurt like a bitch, but I howled in reply.

"Your friends, huh?" He walked over and gently stroked my neck. "That's good, I'll get out of the way. I'm glad I found you. You're a strange wolf, Raven, but I love you. If you ever decide to give up being wild, you come find me." He walked off, and didn't look back even when I whined and howled my grief. I panicked, realizing I didn't even know his name, I didn't know where he lived. I tried to get up and follow him but the sharp pain in my chest stopped me. Soon he disappeared around the mountain and I was all alone.

That was five months ago. My family found me and carried me home to the Pack doctor. After a surgery and a few weeks of rest I was back to normal. At least, I was as normal as I could be without my mate! His absence left a void in my heart I couldn't fill with family or friends. My brother had tracked his scent back to a parking lot at the trailhead and then nothing. I ran the mountains on weekends until the heavy snows hit, hoping that he would come back, but I never caught his scent again. I had started school a few weeks late, and soon was too busy with that for anything else. I could never forget him, he was my mate and my only chance at a full life.

My room at home became the center of my detective work. I put every clue I could remember from his talks up on my wall, and hit the internet to figure it out. I knew he was a Ranger medic, and had been injured in an IED and suicide bomber attack in Afghanistan. I struck paydirt in an old article from 2012 in the Denver Post.

"A terror attack on a Green Beret unit left nine soldiers dead and three injured in the mountains outside Kandahar. An Army spokesman said most of the dead were victims of an IED attack on their vehicle, followed by a suicide bomber attack. The soldiers killed in action were:

2LT Tom Coronado from Orlando, Florida

SSGT Robert Prentice from Hannibal, Missouri

SGT Don Frandel of Jacksonville, Florida

CPL Juan Hernandez of San Antonio, Texas

CPL Ricardo Carduzzi of Frederick, Maryland

PFC Dave Kemp of Rochester, Minnesota

PFC Rufus Ray of Chicago, Illinois

PFC Hassan Mikbar of New York, New York

PFC Alberto Miller of Amarillo, Texas

Also injured in the attack were SGT Marcus Mendez of Colorado Springs, Colorado, Cpl Charles Hicks of Los Alamos, New Mexico and PFC Victor Hammond of Toledo, Ohio. The injured soldiers have been airlifted to Landsduhl Regional Medical Center in Germany for treatment. All were members of the Third Ranger Battalion our of Fort Bragg."




Saved By My Mate



There were no photos, but at least I had some names. I hit the jackpot on a search for Marcus Mendez. It was an article in Stars and Stripes. 

"Green Beret Medic receives Bronze Star, Second Purple Heart in Ceremony

Sargent Marcus Mendez received the awards in a ceremony in his hospital room in Landsduhl. Brigadier General Matthew Moeller presented the award for valor during a firefight in which he crawled to and tended a wounded soldier. Disregarding his own safety, and under constant enemy fire, he carried the man to safety despite being shot twice. General Moeller praised his honor and courage, stating that he was a credit to the Green Berets and the US Army. Sgt Mendez had previously received a Purple Heart for injuries sustained in that battle. The second Purple Heart was for severe injuries received in an IED attack that left him with one eye and amputated part of one leg. Sgt Mendez thanked those in attendance but said the real heroes in his unit never made it home. Sgt Mendez is due to be medically retired once he has recovered from his injuries."

With a name and date, I thought I would find him but the trail went cold when he left the Army. I couldn't find anything on him directly, so I went to Facebook and Green Beret chat boards. I contacted the listed family members of those killed in his unit and asked if he had been in contact. I did everything I could until I got the call. He was going to college in Pocatello, Idaho. Just a few hours away. I couldn't find an address for him on the Internet, so I packed my bags and threw them in my old Ford Ranger and headed south.

I knew the school wouldn't release his address, so I pretended to be a prospective student interested in their nursing program. I said I had been laid off at Christmas, so even though it was February 13th I wanted a tour. The ladies at the admissions office were very helpful, they even invited me to audit some of the classes to see what I thought. So with that, I started popping in on classes, and in the third one I hit the jackpot.

I had just taken a seat in the back when Marcus walked in. He looked really good, he had shaved and cleaned up since I last saw him. He didn't talk to the other students, just walked with his slightly limping gait over to his seat. He checked me out on the way, he didn't recognize me but he noticed the way I looked at him. It was like how I look at a medium rare steak. I smiled and flipped my long black hair over my shoulder, he met my smile briefly before sitting down. 

I couldn't concentrate during the class. The professor may as well been the Swedish chef from the Muppets for all I understood. I was watching my man, studying every line, every move. I tried not to make it obvious but he still caught me staring a few times. When the class ended, I made my way over to him.

"Hi, I'm Rachel. I was wondering if you have time get a coffee with me, I'm new at this school and I'd like to get to know you."

He looked into my gray eyes, I saw the bitterness in his as he shut me down. "I'm sorry, Rachel, I'm not ready for friends yet. It's better if you find someone else." With that, he turned and walked out.

I followed him from a distance as he went through the classes. My heart was broken, he was so alone even in the midst of all these people. He ate lunch alone in the corner of the cafeteria, his nose in a book, bags and books covering the table so no one would be tempted to sit there. I saw the looks he got from the younger students, some recoiling at his facial scars or watching as he walked away on his artificial leg. After his late class I lost him when he went to the student parking lot and drove away. I ran after him, keeping him in sight long enough to get an idea of where he was going, then went back to get my own truck.

It gets dark pretty early in February, so after I drove to the area I lost him I set out to find him. My sense of smell is much better in wolf form, so I stripped and hid my clothes behind a shed and set out in four paw drive through the snow into the older neighborhood. I avoided the dogs and lights as much as I could, and after two hours I hit paydirt.

He must have rented an apartment in this older house at the edge of a potato field. I found his truck out front, another truck behind it. I crept closer, alert for movement, and when I got near the window I heard voices.

"Marcus, I left some dinners for you in the freezer. I need you to eat better, I don't like how you're losing weight on me."

"I'm trying, Mary, I just forget sometimes when I study so hard."

I started to growl low in my chest, my man was in there with another women and my wolf was seeing red.

"I'll be in to check on you, Valentine's Day is tomorrow you know." I had moved to the front door and my growling was getting louder. When the door opened it surprised both of us.

"AAAAGH! FUCK! MARCUS THERE'S A HUGE FUCKING WOLF ON YOUR PORCH!" She screamed and ran back into the house, running into his arms as he came out of the kitchen. I growled even louder at this, standing there in the open doorway. He looked at me and smiled.

"It's all right, Sis, this is Raven." Sister? I stopped growling and sat down, my head to the side and tongue out as I took in this change. Marcus put her behind him and walked to me, I wagged my tail and shivered with excitement as he came and stood by me. I leaned my head against his leg while he scratched my ears. "Raven, what in the hell are you doing here?"

Mary was hiding around the corner in the kitchen, peeking out she saw Marcus leaning down for a face lick. "You know that thing?"

"Yep. Raven is my friend, we met on a hiking trip last year. Smartest wolf I've ever seen, and strangely friendly to me. Of course, I did save her life. She was gored by a deer and part of the antler was stuck in her chest when I found her." He rubbed my chest, feeling the scar tissue where the wound had been. "She looks to be fully healed. Want to say hi?"

"Uh... no. I'll just be going. John is taking me to Salt Lake City tomorrow and I need to get packed." She moved slowly past me, giving him a hug, then walked out the door. "Give me a call tomorrow so I know that dog didn't eat you."

"Wolf... she's all wolf. I'll be fine, though, it won't be our first night together." Mary shook her head as she walked to the car. We watched her go, then he stepped aside as I walked in. "Come on girl, it's late and you are all wet. Let's get you dried off and ready for bed." I followed him to the small bedroom and he went into the bathroom to get towels.

The whole time I was focused on finding him, I never once figured out a good way to tell him who and what I was. How do you explain that you are a werewolf, much less that you followed him here because Luna had decreed him to be your mate? Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to just jump in with both feet.

He walked out of the bathroom, having stripped down to his boxers so his clothes wouldn't get wet. I reared up and put my front paws on his shoulders and looked in his eye. Then I closed my eyes and focused on the change.

The sound of bones cracking and realigning filled the room for a few seconds, and then my naked human form was looking into his eye, my hands behind his neck.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck." He stared at me, then looked down my body and back up. He touched my face, my hair, my body as if he wasn't convinced I was real.

"I'm not trying to scare you, Marcus. I'm Rachel. I'm also Raven. I'm a werewolf." He stepped back from me, I could sense his fear. "I'm not going to hurt you, Marcus. Far from it. I'm here to help you."

"Why?"

"Because I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you." I watched as he walked over to the bed and sat on it, he head in his hands. "Please, don't say anything. You don't have to. Just let me be with you tonight."

It took a few minutes before he sat up and extended a hand to me. I sat down on the bed next to him. "I guess this explains a lot. You were too big and smart to be a real wolf."

"Oh, I'm real. I'm here. But we don't have to talk about this until tomorrow, let's just ignore the whole werewolf thing and just go to bed. You look exhausted."

He got up and went into the bathroom to get ready while I tucked myself into his bed. When he came out, he said, "This isn't the lay down with dogs, wake up with fleas thing is it?"

I smacked his arm as he sat and took off his leg. "More like invite in a dog, wake up with me. No come on, let's get some rest." He laid on his back and I moved next to him, my leg over his and my head resting on his strong chest. He had his arm over me and I was lazily tracing the scars on his chest with my fingers as his hand moved lightly over my back. I followed a scar on his stomach down do his groin until my wrist hit a hot, soft object. I slipped my hand around it, exploring its length as my wolf yipped in excitement. He turned his head to say something, but I kissed him first. "No words are necessary tonight. Just feel."

I kept stroking him gently as our lips and tongues explored each other. I moved over him, never losing contact with his lips as I straddled his waist. I moved closer, my nipples gently scraping his chest as I kissed down his face and to his neck. His hands were stroking down my sides, then up to cup my breasts as I moaned in excitement. I kept moving down his body, kissing and licking my way, my wolf bouncing with excitement in my head as I tried to reason with her that this was not the time for her to come forward. She relented, happy to be in her mate's den and in his arms. I looked up at him and saw the love, wonder and passion in his bright green eye. I licked around the head, then slowly pulled him into my mouth. He tasted divine to me as I stretched my lips around him. I kept looking at his eye as I devoured his cock, relishing each moan and twitch I was able to pull from him.

"Swing around and let me return the favor." I rotated myself in the bed, never taking my mouth off him, and he pulled me up and over him before he brought my wet sex down to his face.

"Fuck... don't stop, don't ever stop." I kept up my ministrations to his cock as his tongue explored every part of my dripping sex. I came once, then again before I felt the head of his prick expand in my throat. I held myself down, working it with my tongue and throat until his seed spilled into me. He stiffened and pulled me tight to him, moaning his release as his face was buried in my pussy until I came again.

When my legs worked, I got off him and kissed him deeply before snuggling back up to his side. He pulled me tight, kissed my head and then said, "So how does this work?"

I stayed in place, not daring to look up as I explained. "My people are part human, part wolf, and we can change back and forth as we desire. We have a human mind and a wolf mind, my wolf and I are always together, always communicating. She is more primal and instinctual while my human part is more strategic and logical. Anyway, we exist together and I've always been this way so I can't explain it better."

"Are there many of you?"

"A few thousand in the states, more around the world. We keep to ourselves. My Pack is small, twenty two of us. We live in Salmon on the outskirts of town, it gives us easy access to the woods and mountains."

He thought for a moment, by the way he was tensing I knew this wasn't going to be an easy question. "Why me? I'm disabled, mutilated, scarred, and I don't fit in well with other people."

"You are also brave, selfless, compassionate and handsome. You don't want to know what my wolf was saying to me when we saw you naked." He laughed and I blushed. "It's not like that for us. We mate for life, and finding our mate is the focus of our lives once we reach puberty. With so few of us and so scattered apart, many never find their mates and live out their long lives alone. I was lucky to find you, as soon as I smelled you coming towards me I knew you were mine. I am pulled to you, like a rubber band, I can't be content unless I'm with you like this."

He thought about it for a while. "I've felt the same. I haven't slept through the night since that night, and your wolf invaded my dreams. I feel so good right now, like something I never knew I needed was suddenly in place."

"That's the mating bond at work. It calls the mates to each other until they perform the mating ritual."

"What is that?"

"During sex, each partner bites the other as you orgasm together. The exchange of blood makes the bond permanent, and in your case it will turn you into a werewolf like me."

"So I could run as a wolf with you through the woods?"

"Yes, and we could have a family and grow old together. Werewolves live for hundreds of years. I won't lose you for a long time."

He turned to face me as his arms gathered me to him. "It's one in the morning. I've just met you, every logical thought says to wait but my heart cannot. Rachel, will you be my Valentine? Will you love me, hold me and make me yours?"

"Of course, I've been waiting my whole life for you. I need you to say the words if you want it, I need you to ask me to change you." I looked down, hoping it wasn't too soon.

"I don't even know your last name, but I know a good thing when I see it. Rachel, I want to make love to you tonight, and I want you to change me. I want us to be together forever."

I pulled his lips to mine and hugged him as tightly as I could. I could feel his throbbing manhood against my thigh as he rolled me back on top of him. I kept kissing him as I rubbed my dampening sex up and down his shaft. I sat up, staring into his green eye as I positioned him at my entrance. He put his hands on my hips and squeezed me gently as I lowered myself onto him. When he broke my maidenhead I grimaced, he held me in place and looked up at me with concern. "You're a virgin?"

"Yes, but no longer. I will never have anyone else but you." The pain started to diminish, replaced by a fullness and throbbing in my core as he filled me up. It took a few minutes to get all the way down. I was breathing heavily as I sat on him, waiting for the stretching to ease and be replaced by the pleasure. When it did, I started to move up and down on him slowly. His hands went up to my breasts as my hands went to his shoulders, each exploring the other. We moved faster and faster as the sensations overwhelmed us. Soon I was smacking my hips down on him as I lost control of my ability to speak, just a constant moan as the sensations started to build to a crescendo. My wolf took over, her eyes fixed on the junction of his neck and left shoulder where my bite would go. As the orgasm took me, I lunged forward and bit down hard on his neck until I drew blood. 

He screamed in pain and pleasure, and I felt him start to fill me with his seed. On the third spurt he bit my shoulder, and I screamed with him as we felt the bond snap into place. He was mine and I was his, forever.

Nine months later, our daughter Valentine Raven Mendez was born.



Saved by Sex



I hear a knock at the door and answer: Two young ladies are standing on the front steps dressed in their Sunday best. "Hi, how's it going today?" asks a blonde around twenty years old.

"Good," I answer, unsure about why they are knocking on my door at 2:00 pm in the afternoon. I took the day off from the office today to work from home. It's been a busy month at work and I need to get the account reports in by Friday, two days from now. Work is always so distracting and I can't get as much done at the office as I can at home.

"We're wondering if you've heard the good news of the gospel?" asks one of the girls with a fake smile. I can tell its pretence. Religion doesn't make people happy, at least not in my opinion: it fucks them up. One minute they're a normal person, doing their thing, living their life, the next minute they're asking people to become a robot, to reject all logic, and to believe in two-thousand-year-old outlandish stories because 'God' apparently said to. And I happen to know 'God' didn't ask them to knock on my door and piss me off on my day away from the office when I need to get stuff done.

'Listen, girls," I begin, "I'm an atheist and I'm totally not into God, OK? So, if you would be so kind as to bother someone else, I would really appreciate it. I have to get a lot done today and I just can't be bothered by this sort of shit, sorry."

"Well, what sort of things are you into, if you're not into God?" challenges a gorgeous brunette, also about twenty years old, standing beside the cute blonde.

"Like sex, for example," I say boldly. "Say, for example, you two ladies weren't here to talk to me about God. Say, instead, you were here to fuck me, both of you, at the same time. I suppose I could be bothered by that. That's the sort of thing I'd be OK with being bothered by when I have so much work to do."

I have no tolerance for religious soliciting. It's rude and inconsiderate. The ladies look a bit offended but I don't regret blasting them with the profane theme of sex as they're trying to blast me about God: something I hate probably just as much as they hate hearing I would like a threesome.

"OK, so, if God ordered us to come to your door to have sex with you, would you believe in God then?" asks the brunette, sure that she's got me figured out.

"Hell ya!" I shout. "Heck, I'd be God's number one man, that is, if there was a God, and if he sent beautiful chicks to my door everyday to screw my brains out."

"But you do realize that God wouldn't do that, right?" asks the blonde.

"Didn't God supposedly make sex?" I ask, digging into their lies.

"Well, he did," starts the brunette, "but he made it moral, not immoral."

"As far as I know, Adam fucked Eve and they weren't married," I dig. "Isn't that fornication? And besides that, Jesus had to come from the seed of David, which meant that he had to come from Joseph's seed, his sperm: Which means, of course, that Mary had to be inseminated by Joseph. It wasn't some magical Holy Ghost conception. If the story has any truth at all, it lies in the fact that he stuck it in her. He ejaculated in her, filled her up, you know? It's not like God took his sperm and stuck it in Mary so that they could stay pure. Shit no! Joseph doinked her, hard. One of my friends pointed out recently that the word 'Virgo' means virgin. So, that makes more sense: Mary was a Virgo, astrologically. She wasn't a virgin but a Virgo. Her sign was Virgo.

"We've never heard this before," says the blonde. "We don't know what to say. It's very intelligent, very intuitive. I don't even know if Bible scholars know this stuff, to be honest. Are you a trained scholar, sir?"

"No, but if you're going to knock on my door, you're going to get an earful," I say boldly.

"I'd like to hear more," says the brunette eagerly. The blonde crosses her arms and glares at her friend but after looks at me listening for more.

"OK, well, that's about the best punch I got ladies. Oh! There's one more. The wise men were astrologers. They were following a star, right? So, it would make sense that the reference to Mary being a virgin was confused, that it was supposed to be translated Virgo, that Jesus was born of a Virgo, not a virgin. I think it got screwed up when the Catholics translated the Bible from Latin, as Virgo is the original word. Virgo is an astrological sign and the wise men were following astrological wisdom to find baby Jesus. It makes more sense than a magic Holy Ghost conception, don't you think?"

"Genius! That's amazing, sir! We would like to thank you very kindly for enlightening us. How can we thank you for showing us something holy we've never seen before?" asks the cute blonde.

"Oh, I don't know if it's holy. I just use it as weapon against solicitors. It does seem true, though, doesn't it ladies?" I ask, happy with myself for shutting them down so quickly.

"You're right, though, Adam and Eve weren't married. It's just a tradition that man made up," says the gorgeous brunette.

"I think, if people love each other or else are simply attracted to each other, then what's the big deal if you're married or not?" I ask, challenging her further.

"It's not a big deal, then," she says. "I guess we've been lied to pretty badly, huh? You probably think we're total idiots for coming here today," says the brunette, downcast and nearly defeated.

It's about forty degrees above zero today. The young ladies are sweating profusely in the hot sun. I decide to extend some mercy: "Why don't you ladies come on in. It's very hot outside. Come on in and cool off for a few minutes," I say.

The ladies come inside and stand in the doorway. I close the door, walk over to the stereo and turn on some Iron Maiden: The Final Frontier, and fetch two glasses of water with ice cubes.

The ladies drink up thirstily and I refill the glasses of water for them once again. "I'm Joanne," says the blonde. "And this is my friend, Arianna."

"It's nice to meet you both, sorry if I came across so rude and like a know-it-all earlier," I say, apologetically.

"You're a very handso...I mean, nice man for getting us the water, sir," says the brunette, cheeks blushed, totally embarrassed at her verbal fumble. "The Bible says that if a man gives even so much as a cup of cold water to a disciple, that they will in no wise lose their reward."

I am flattered by the fact that she just about said that I am a very handsome man. "Oh, good!" I say. "And what might my reward be?"

"What do you want? God works with our wills," she says.

"Well, if God was working with my will, like I told you two before, I'd be having a hot threesome as we speak. Whenever I'd crave sex with two hot chicks, God would give me a threesome but it just doen't work that way, ladies. God seems like he's such a killjoy, creating sexual pleasure and desire but never letting people have any real fun."

Joanne thinks deeply for a moment, her hand on her chin. "Look, Arianna and I are hypocrites. We shouldn't have come here to talk to you about holy things. We've both slept with our boyfriends a couple of times. No one knows, except you," confesses Joanne.

"Hey, I'm not going to judge you ladies. You two do what you feel is right, OK?" I offer, trying to console their egos.

Joanne and Arianna whisper between themselves for a few minutes while I use the bathroom. When I return, the girls start prompting each other to talk first. It's a silly scene: both ladies are punching each other in the arm, whispering, "You say it! I don't want to."

"Say what?" I ask, prodding for more information.

"We would like to give you what you desire from God. We would like to fuck you," says the blonde. The brunette nods in agreement as her cheeks go red.

"Oh, that's OK, ladies," I say reluctantly, regretting it. "I'll be alright. You two should just carry on. And stay away from religion. You know, fuck your boyfriends and stuff like that," I say, sure that I've said the right thing.

"It's our own will. We want to do it to be good to you. It's not for our religion. We grew up religious, so that's why we're stuck in it; but we really want to fuck you for ourselves, because you're hot, and because you enlightened us," says Arianna.

Arianna and Joanne simultaneously remove their T-shirts, revealing white bras, smooth, fit tummies and cute belly-button rings. I smile from ear-to-ear. I reach into my pocket and remove my mobile. I turn it off.

"You ladies aren't shittin' me here, are you? Like, you're not going to sue me or anything. You are both legal, right?" I say, screening their motives.

"We're both twenty," says Arianna. "We're not going to sue you and we're both taking birth control regularly."

Next, they remove their summer shorts, letting them fall to the ground, revealing plain, white panties and tanned thighs. Joanne undoes Arianna's bra and lets it fall to the floor. Arianna's firm, twenty-year-old tits bounce and jiggle for a moment before coming to rest before my eyes.

"Praise God!" I say, teasing the ladies, my mouth open in awe.

Arianna, now topless, undoes Joanne's bra and lets if fall. Joanne is larger than Arianna and my cock lunges forward in my pants when I see her lush tits hanging freely in front of me. The skin of her boobs looks tender and soft and her nipples begin to recover from being squished in her bra all day.

Both ladies slide their panties off and kick them onto my living room floor.

I whip my shirt off and drop my jeans and boxer shorts. My cock is growing larger and larger as I stare at their naked bodies. Both of them have neat, shaved pussies and firm, thin bodies.

The girls approach me and kneel down. Joanne is hungrier than Arianna for cock and she shoves my dick into her mouth. Arianna holds my balls in her hands while Joanne sucks me deep. The girls continue for about five minutes, sending me to heaven before switching. I find Arianna more attractive despite her smaller boobs and I feel my cock grow a little longer and thicker as she takes me into her mouth. Joanne is best described as sexy-cute but Arianna is sexy-hot! Both are nice but I prefer the naughty, sexy, slut look over the goody-goody, pretty-like-mamma look. Nevertheless, I am in paradise.

I get cock crazy and grab Arianna, laying her gently on the living room floor, not more than three feet from the front door. I begin to lick her clit while fondling her boobs. I lick her for a few minutes, watching her hips buck up and down. Next, I switch to her boobs and suck them thoroughly, enjoying every aspect of her pink nipples.

I position my cock in front of her tight little pussy and shove myself in. I immediately begin pumping into her, banging hard into her cunt while my balls slap her ass. When I feel like I'm about to pop, I pull out. Joanne has been waiting patiently, watching with pleasure.

Joanne lies down and I mount her without any foreplay. I enter her slowly as she's a tiny bit dry. I spit on my cock and shove it in further. I begin thrusting into her, propping myself up in a Chinese push-up position. I bang her tight little cunt from this propped position for a while before pulling out.

Arianna bends over and I insert my throbbing dick. I reach around, feeling her boobs while I jam my cock into her sweet, soaking wet cunt. She moans into orgasm and I let her enjoy the fullness of my thick cock inside of her for a few moments before I pull out.

Joanne bends over and I quickly find her hole, lusting with deep breaths as I do so. I hold her feminine hips firmly and pump my cock into her for a good five minutes before she orgasms. I also let her enjoy the fullness of my cock inside of her before I pull out.

Arianna bends over again and I shove myself into her again, feeling her cunt grip my dick. I pump her for a few minutes before she orgasms again, and before nearing my own orgasm.

I pull out and the two girls face me on their knees. They hold their mouths open hungrily as I pump my seed all over their faces, cumming thick wads and ribbons all over their faces and into their mouths. The girls lick their lips and swallow my fresh, hot semen.

"Now, if there was a God, that's what he would have created for every male on this planet: two hot chicks to fuck and splatter with a big load of cum," I say, filled with testosterone.

"No doubt!" says Joanne. "I'm done with religion! You've converted me to hard core fucking for life!"

"I agree," says Arianna. "The only time I'll be getting on my knees from now on is to suck a big, fat cock, like yours."

We all laugh and I walk over to turn up the Iron Maiden music.

"This music is awesome to fuck to," says Joanne. "Who is it?"

"It's Iron Maiden, sweetheart," I say. "It's as close as I'll ever come to religion."

We all break out in laughter and I watch their tits jiggle as they giggle. "Ready for more?" I ask.

"Oh, God yes!" shouts Arianna.

"You need to repent, Arianna!" yells Joanne. "Get on your knees!"

Arianna kneels and we all laugh hysterically as I approach Arianna with my cock once again.



Saved By The Belle



CHAPTER ONE – THE MEETING

"HERE, KITTY, KITTY! HERE, KITTY, KITTY!"

*Damn Haley's cat!* I thought to myself as I looked into the tree. I heard the faint cry of a frightened kitten, but I couldn't see any of the orange furball. My patience was at its end – until I looked over to the stoop where my towheaded daughter sat.

She was curled up in a sitting fetal position. Her face was wet with her tears, her chin in her hand, and she was slowly rocking back and fourth. My beautiful, six-year-old daughter was completely distraught. I had to do something. And that's when I met Amy.

I had seen Amy in our building before. She has a son a bit older than my Haley, and they go regularly to the park around the corner. I had seen her soft, voluptuous form going down the steps, a ball glove in one hand and her son's hand in the other. I knew just from what I had observed that she was no ordinary plastic-barbie-girl that I was used to dating. She intrigued me, hearing her spout off the stats of baseball teams and watching her throw a football to her son. I wondered what kind of a dolt would walk away from such a woman.

"DADDY!"

Haley screamed as a gust of wind shook the tree. A terrified howl came from high in the branches. Or so I thought.

Amy and her son just happened out of the building at that point. 

"Hi," her son walked up to Haley. "What's going on?"

"My kitty is stuck in the tree. I was gonna give her a little walk, but I didn't know..." Haley began sobbing again. 

"My name's Trevor. What's yours?" 

"H-h-h-haleyyyy ..."

"What's your kitty's name?"

"B-b-b-belle" Haley spoke slowly between big, gulping sobs. 

Trevor walked over to me. "Hi. I think Mom and I can get your kitty down."

I looked around and saw the woman I had been watching for so long standing behind me. She had her hands on her hips, obviously lost in thought. Her auburn hair glistened in the sunlight, and at that moment, I wondered why I had always been so shy in speaking to her. 

I finally found my voice as I approached her: "Hi. I'm Mike. Can't get Haley's cat out of the tree. I think I'm too big for the branches. Any ideas?"

"Nice to meet you, Mike, even under such stressful circumstances. Trevor has been up and down this tree for ages. If you can find a ladder so I can go up and help take kitty out of his hands, then I bet we can perform a daring rescue."

Haley's face brightened. "Really?! Do you think you can save my Belle kitty??"

"Yes," Amy said as she knelt down to be face-to-face with Haley, "I think Trevor and I can do that."

I sprinted off to the superintendent's office to borrow a ladder. As I came back around the building, ladder in tow, I saw Amy sitting next to Haley having a lively conversation. Trevor, on the other hand, was up under the tree, watching.

"Whatcha see, son?" I asked – not thinking about calling him 'son'. Kind of a natural reaction, really.

He turned and squinted at me then back up to the tree. "See? There's a little orange butt. I think that might be Belle. Whaddaya think, Mr .... Uh ...."

"Call me Mike. It's okay." Trevor turned to his mother and she smiled and nodded.

"Okay, Mike ... I think if you put the ladder right HERE, it might be okay for me to climb .."

Trevor sounded much older than his seven years would normally have allowed. I decided to take his advice and I put the ladder against the tree and braced it on the ground as best I could. Suddenly, I felt Amy beside me. I could smell her: she smelled like soap and warm vanilla cookies. 

"I'll take it from here, Mike," she said with an air of confidence. 

I saw her motion for Trevor to go first, and then she followed him up the ladder. I decided that I would steady the ladder for the both of them. I actually wanted to watch her magnificent ass for a moment without her knowing I was doing it. 

Trevor was like a monkey, talking softly to a frightened kitty while shimmying up the tree like he was born there. Amy was talking softly to him and to kitty, too, coaxing her closer as Trevor climbed higher. I became worried that perhaps Trevor would slip and fall, but so far, the boy seemed very adept at what he was doing.

"Easy, Miss Belle," I heard him murmur to the frightened feline, "It's gonna be alright. I'm here to take you back home to your family." 

"Hand her to me carefully, Trev, I don't want you slipping!" Amy kept her voice low and calm, as to not frighten the kitty and cause a major disaster. I saw Trevor grip the tree branch with his legs and disengage Belle from his shirt. Her claws were trying to grasp anything in sight and her cries could be heard for blocks, but Trevor never moved quickly. He gently placed Belle in Amy's hands, and then began his descent from the branch to the ladder.

Amy snuggled Belle to her neck. Suddenly I wished it was me that had the privilege of that snuggle! Amy guided Trevor's foot to the ladder and together they climbed down to the ground. 

"MY KITTY!!!" Haley bounced in delight. 

"Haley, let your daddy take the ladder back while I hold Belle, that way we know she won't get away. When he comes back, we'll take kitty back inside, okay?"

Haley nodded, just being grateful that her fuzzy friend was once again safe and sound. Amy, Haley, and Trevor sat on the steps, petting Belle, until I once again rounded the corner after having put away the ladder. 

"I think we ought to take Belle inside, don't you, Haley?" 

"Sure, Daddy. Can Miss Amy and Trevor come, too?"

"I guess so. If they want to." 

We all got up and went inside. My apartment is large: I needed the space in order to have a studio portion to house my burgeoning architectural career. I decided, after Haley's mother left us, that I needed to be as close to home as possible, so I left my lucrative job at one of the top architect firms to start my own business. I found this apartment - not much more than warehouse space, really - and fell in love with its potential. I have half of the upstairs loft, Amy the other half. The bottom floor houses a restaurant and a bookstore. I constantly smell Italian food and old books, but the space has allowed me to have enough room for Haley as well as my studio. 

The space is very open, save our bedrooms, which are to the far end, separated by a huge bathroom. The kitchen is against one wall, the space separated from the rest of the room by a bar, which houses the sink and a dishwasher on one side, bar stools on the other side. I have cordoned off a space for living, and a space for studio. Haley knows the difference. She's only six, but has learned that studio is not a place for her toy. 

My décor is relatively sparse. I prefer modern lines, lots of wood, leather, and chrome. I have a huge television and just about every electronic device known (okay, so I'm a bit of a techno-junkie). My drafting table, computer, and such sit at the other end of the room. One side of the building is all windows, so there is a lot of light during the day. I have a large leather sectional that helps to delineate where the living area stops. 

I opened the door and allowed Haley and our guests to enter first. Amy stood and stared.

"VERY nice, Mike! I like what you've done with the place!" 

Haley put Belle down, and the kitty immediately ran to her food and water dish. Haley took Amy by the hand (she has never taken any woman by the hand before) and led her around, telling her what area was what, then taking her excitedly to her room to show off her collection of stuffed animals and decidedly "girly" stuff. That left me and Trevor alone.

"Wow ... you have an autographed Babe Ruth baseball?" 

"Yep. My dad left it to me." 

"COOL!" He looked around further and found my walls covered with sports stuff. Lots of things were left to me by my dad, who was the biggest sports fan ever. I, on the other hand, like sports, but I don't let it consume me.

Trevor flopped down on the wine-colored sectional and eyed all the electronics. 

"You must have 100 remotes for all this, Mike!"

"Almost!" I laughed. He was a very funny kid. "I think I have five or six. I'm always looking for them!"

I could see his wheels turning. In a moment, he said, "Y'know ... it would be easier if you had a way to keep them all together. Like on a board or something. Maybe with Velcro or elastic ..."

I looked at this seven year old. Dear god, he was smart, too! So smart! "That's a grand idea, Trev. I think I'll see if I can't figure something out with that!"

About that time, the girls emerged from "Girl Land". Amy was grinning as Haley chatted on. 

"Well, Trev," Amy said to her son, "I guess we need to let these nice people get to their day. We have a date to play football, remember?" 

Trevor got up, and realized he didn't have the ball. "Mom, I forgot the ball at home. Can I have the keys to go get it?" 

"Sure, I'll wait for you outside." 

Trevor bounded off across the hall, while Amy turned to make her exit. 

Suddenly, my throat went dry and words left me. I cleared my throat, a bit louder than I had intended, because Amy turned to look at me with upraised eyebrows. 

"Um ... Amy? Thanks so much for what you and Trevor did today for us. And for Belle. I really appreciate your help."

"No problem! I'm sure you would've done the same ..." She turned and reached for the door handle.

"Uh ... wait," my voice stopped her and I saw her hand drop. She turned back to me, her green eyes searching my face. "I was wondering, if maybe, I dunno, you'd like to grab dinner sometime – without the kids – and maybe get to know each other a bit?"

"Sure! I'd love that! Just let me know when and where."

And just like that, she flashed out of the door. She was not what I usually went for, but somehow, I was completely intrigued by her. I wanted to know her better. I was determined I was going to get that chance.

CHAPTER TWO – THE DATE

It took me a week or so to gather up the courage to ask Amy out. It's not that I was intimidated by her ... okay. It IS that I'm intimidated by her. I always have been. She's the girl that guys love having around because she is so fun, enjoys 'guy' stuff, but still has that feminine charm. 

I knocked at her door on Wednesday. I had noticed that she and Trevor always had pizza on Wednesday (okay, so I've been watching her a bit more closely than I have previous led you to believe), and I figured they would be home. Sure enough, the door swung wide and I was confronted with Trevor – money in hand – looking eagerly for the pizza that would satisfy his 7 year old hunger pangs. 

"Oh, hi, Mike. I thought it would be our pizza ..."

"Trevor honey, is something wro...hi, Mike! What a pleasant surprise! Please come in!"

Trevor stepped out of my way and I stepped in. Amy side of the warehouse loft looked softer, more feminine. Billowy white curtains hung floor to ceiling over the large windows. The kitchen, while set up like mine, had old diner signs and such. Her furniture was chintz, stripes and florals, with one old, worn, leather recliner to one side. She had obviously scoured antique shops for interesting prints for the wall, an old mantel clock (she got the side with the fireplace) sat in the middle of the mantel and was now chiming out the hour. 

I noticed that while she didn't have nearly the same taste in techno-gadgetry that I did, she had an impressive collection of CD's – ranging from classical to rap. She had an equally impressive collection of movies.

"I think that next time Haley wants to rent a video, I'm just going to come over here!" I chuckled. That was supposed to be under my breath, but as I looked into Amy's face, I saw her blush.

"Yes, Trev and I like to watch movies over and over. Sometimes there's just nothing on, so we pop popcorn and watch these. It was a wise investment." 

Then she smiled. My god, that smile. I felt my body react, and I knew I had better get out why I had come by before I would have to take my leave with an embarrassing bulge in my pants. 

I cleared my throat. Eventually, Amy would learn that was my signal that I have to tell her something important, but right then, it merely startled her. 

"Sorry," I croaked, "I ... um ... I really did come to ask ... if you were doing anything on Friday night?"

Amy's brow furrowed up as if in concentration. She turned and went to the colorful calendar on the wall and looked.

"No, not on Friday. Trevor has a baseball game tomorrow and on Saturday ..."

"Good, then. Shall we have dinner? I have a terrific sitter – Trevor can stay over at my place since its just right across the hall – if that's alright with you ..."

I looked from Amy to Trevor and back to Amy. I guess I was hoping for acceptance from them both. Trevor smiled.

"I can bring some of my movies that Haley may like ..."

"That would be very nice, Trev. I think she would like that. And you can make better friends with Belle, too. This time on solid ground."

So it was set. I opened the door to a startled pizza man just readying to knock on the door. Trevor was on my heels, money again in hand, and as I watched him complete the transaction, he waved bye as he closed the door. The next two days were going to be very long, indeed.

The next time I knocked at Amy's door, I was met by her. We had agreed to "nothing fancy", since that didn't seem to be either of our styles. The sports bar down the street had cold beer and good food, so we made our way down, walking in the warm summer air. 

"So, how long have you and Haley been just you and Haley?" Amy asked, not really looking at me.

"About four years now. Her mom decided she didn't wanna be a mom. I couldn't believe it, but I woke up one morning to the proverbial Dear John letter on the pillow next to me, and a baby in the bassinette beside the bed. I was terrified."

"I'm sure you were. How did you manage?"

"My mom. She's my rock, really. So she came down and gave me a crash course on baby care. The rest, well, Haley's kind of taught me as we went along."

Amy smiled and nodded. 

"So what about you, Missy? How long have you and Trev been ..."

"Alone? Always. His 'sperm donor', as I prefer to call him, bailed on me the second he found out I was pregnant. I thought he was Mr. Wonderful."

We walked for a moment, not saying much of anything else. Then Amy continued the story.

"Actually, he left in a hail of fists and fury. Said I was a fat, lazy bitch who would never amount to anything anyway. Said I just got knocked up to trap him since he had a little money. Trouble was, his money was going up his nose, and I knew it. I was glad he left. I'm not sure I would've had the strength to throw him out."

She took a big sigh, as if letting a bit of that story out was a release of some sort. 

"So, no word from him since?"

"Not a peep. You?"

"Nah, I heard she's living somewhere back in the Midwest with a new guy. Hope she's happy, but she left behind the best part of her."

Amy smiled and I felt her soft hand slide into mine. We walked that way to the bar, and as we ate dinner, our ability for conversation never wavered. Several beers later, we began our journey back to our building.

"Mike, I'm a bit tipsy!" Amy was weaving a bit, but then again, so was I.

"Yeah, me, too."

Suddenly, as if the realization hit her just then, she stopped in her tracks. I stopped, too, and turned to look at her face. It was aglow.

"This is the best date I've ever had, Mike. Thanks."

I smiled and said nothing, just took her hand back in mine. By the time we reached the steps to our building, the effects of the beer had almost worn off. So, I took a chance and took her soft face in my hands and placed my lips to hers, giving her a gentle, chaste kiss.

"mmmmmm ..." she said as I pulled away. I watched her lick her lips, and suddenly felt myself get hard in my pants.

We walked upstairs to the hallway between our apartments. I opened the door to mine, and stepped inside, noticing sleeping kids on the floor beside a television dancing with images of cartoons. The babysitter looked up and smiled, motioned for us to be quiet. I whispered to Amy to get her keys ready, and then I leaned over and took Trevor into my arms, carrying him carefully across to their apartment and into his bedroom. It was filled with "boy" things: baseball gloves, posters of his favorite sports heroes and posters of airplanes. As I began to lay him in bed, he opened his sleepy eyes, and said, "Thanks, Dad ..." My heart stopped. I covered him up, and for some unknown reason, kissed him on the forehead. That's when I looked up to see Amy in the doorway, her eyes wide.

She closed the door and whispered, "He's never done that before!" 

I shrugged, "He was probably dreaming. It's okay."

Amy walked me across her apartment to the open front door. As I went to leave, I felt her hand on my arm.

"Thanks again, Mike. It really was an amazing evening. I feel like I've known you for years!"

I couldn't help it. Before I even had time to think, I had her gathered into my arms. Her body filled my arms in ways that previous women hadn't, all soft and warm. I put my face in her neck and breathed that vanilla and soap smell that had first intrigued me when she rescued Belle. I felt her relax into my embrace and tilt her head slightly, encouraging my mouth to explore her neck and ear. Then up to her mouth, where she parted her lips and allowed my tongue entry. I felt her moan deep in her throat, and felt her nipples harden against my chest. She must've felt my own rising passion, because she suddenly pushed away.

"We can't. I mean, not here, not now. Maybe someday but ..." 

"It's okay, Amy. Really. I need to get back to Haley, and I know Trevor is here. Hopefully we will be seeing a lot of each other. There is time."

I stepped through the threshold and pulled the door closed before either of us changed our minds and did something we might regret. I shook my head. How unlike me! But this time, I wanted to do this right.

CHAPTER THREE – BUILDING A FAMLY

The next weekend, I had decided to see if Amy and Trevor wanted to join Haley and me for a picnic at the park. She enthusiastically agreed, and even said she would do some cooking. I wasn't sure when she would have time with her busy careers as an office administrator and the side job of interior decorating, but she swore she would make the time. I promised to provide drinks and blankets and maybe a Frisbee. 

On Saturday, Trevor was anxiously awaiting us on the steps of the building, a football tucked under one arm, his mitt and baseball on the other hand. I had a cooler full of different drinks as well as some fresh fruit icing down. Haley was fretting that Belle would be lonely without us, but Trevor assured her that Belle would probably be glad to have the house to herself for a change.

"My mom's glad when I go to gramma's ... she says it gives her time to sleep. I bet that Belle will be the same way!" 

I laughed at that. Trevor never ceases to amaze me!

About that time, Amy came into view, lugging a picnic basket that she was obviously struggling with. 

"Here, pretty lady, let me take that ... good GOD! What is IN this thing?!"

She giggled. "Just a few things for us to snack on. I think you will be pleased"

We decided rather than walk, to take my Jeep to the park. I hoisted the cooler and the basket into the back, and Trevor got Haley and himself buckled into the back seat. Away we went – looking more like a family than just good friends. The weather was perfect: the sun shown although the temperature was not too warm. There had been enough rain to green everything up nicely after the wintertime dormancy, so the park was ... well ... parklike. Even the puffy clouds floating across the sky seemed perfect.

We found a wonderful spot under a large oak tree. The ground was level, so I brought out several blankets that we placed on the ground. I had found some special stakes at the hardware store to stake the blankets down. It was still early, so the kids were not yet hungry.