10 Erotic Stories - Volume 4

by wantsomefun

©Copyright 2017 by wantsomefun

NOTE: I ran into wantsomefun in an erotic stories forum, and we hit it off from the start because I made friends with another classy lady there, ejls. Over the next five years, we had our share of laughs and triumphs and our fights too. He was a very good writer, a great conversationalist, funny, and rather intelligent. At one point, in early 2017, the three of us got pissed at the state of affairs at that site, and made a decision to leave and start a new site, one that would be, above all, devoid of trolls. And that's exactly what we did, and today, it is still running strong. Unfortunately, one month after the site opened, wantsomefun (Rich was his name) passed unexpectedly. It was a huge, huge blow to the website, and to those who knew him. As per the terms of the website that he helped create, we're publishing his stories, and we know that he is smiling down upon us. --ahorsewithnoname

Content Note: There are ten stories with varying sexual action. Please refer to the beginning of each story for individual tags.

Terror in the Snowstorm

Story tags: coercion, death, fantasy, rape, teen, violence

I was driving home from college for Christmas break. My sophomore year had been, so far, pretty boring. I had broken up with my girlfriend from freshman year shortly after summer break had begun, because I caught her cheating with her old high-school flame. I worked hard all summer, trying to save up enough money to pay some of my tuition and costs for my sophomore year, so I had pretty much had no life over the summer.

When I had gotten back to campus at the end of August, I applied myself very hard to my studies, and really didn't socialize much. I made no time in my schedule to pursue a campus romance, partially because I had been hurt so deeply by my experience the previous year. I had really only tried to approach one girl, a sophomore who came from the city only a few miles from my home town. She had pledged the snooty rich girl's sorority.

Tara was polite enough to me at first, until she found out that I had worked as a mechanic at a small garage in my home town for a year between high school and college to save enough money to go to college. She learned that I was the only son of a dirt-poor family, while her mother was chief of neurosurgery at a well-known research hospital and her father was senior partner in a powerful corporate law practice. Both parents came from old money, so Tara had been raised in the lap of luxury.

Basically, she was a spoiled brat who never had, and probably never would, understand hard work and hard times. She was beautiful, 5’6”, blonde, slender, with what I guessed were C-cup tits, a tight little ass, and a come-fuck-me smile. She had initially seemed attracted to me, until she found out about my pedigree. Then she would only talk to me in the one class we shared. Another dream shattered.

It started to snow as I was packing for my hundred-mile trip home. I wasn't really that worried, since I knew that my old rust-bucket Chevy 4X4 pickup was mechanically sound and I had mounted four good used snow tires on it before I had left for school in August. Even when the radio station I was listening to announced that the main highway I was planning to use for part of my trip had been closed due to a massive pile-up, I figured I would be OK, since I knew the back roads I could use to get home. I settled in for a long, slow drive.

After about an hour of crawling along in what was turning into near-blizzard conditions, I saw a car ahead of me. The emergency flashers were on. I quickly realized that the car had skidded off the road and had crashed into a large tree. There was a lot of front-end damage. I put on my own four-way flashers and parked behind it. I zipped up my insulated hunter coveralls and put on my warm hunting cap and got out of the truck. As I approached the car, a new BMW coupe, I could see the driver was still inside. I walked up to the driver's window and knocked on it. The driver opened the window an inch or two. It was Tara.

"Seth! What are you doing here?"

"Driving home for the holidays, same as you," I replied. "Are you OK?"

"Do I look OK, you fucking moron?" she spat back at me.

"Tara, don't talk to me like that. I want to help you."

"Wonderful," she said, "use your finely honed mechanical skills to fix my damn car so I can get home!"

"Considering that the radiator is leaking, the airbags are blown, and you have pretty heavy front end damage, this car isn't going anywhere without the help of a tow truck and a body and frame shop. I don't know how you even got this far on those performance tires you have."

"Daddy said it has all-wheel drive. It has all the latest driver aids, including a built-in GPS system. That's how I knew the route through this god-forsaken wilderness when they closed the interstate. Oh, shit, Daddy's going to kill me when he finds out I wrecked my car. I wish I still had my Cadillac Escalade that he and Mom gave me for a graduation present."

Her and her damned money, I thought. "Tara," I interrupted, "are you OK? Are you hurt?"

"My left hand hurts like a bitch. I think I sprained my thumb, and part of my hand burns like fire. I guess that's from the airbag. The engine won't start, the climate control is only blowing cold air, and I'm getting really cold. My cell doesn't get any reception out here in the boonies. What am I going to do?"

"You're going to come with me. I put a new radiator and heater core in my truck this summer, and it gets toasty in there in no time."

"I'm not riding with you in that piece of shit. I'd rather wait here. You go home, and call my family, so Daddy can send out the gardener to get me. Oh, wait, do you actually have a telephone in your family shack?" she sneered.

"Tara," I said. "At the beginning of the semester, when I first met you, I thought I could have real feelings for you. I'm actually glad you snubbed me when you found out I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I'm embarrassed to admit that I didn't see at first what a miserable, snobby little bitch you are. That being said, I still feel obligated to help you. Not because I'm the least bit attracted to you anymore, but simply because you are a fellow human. No amount of money is going to keep you from freezing to death if I leave you here, so you might as well gather your designer purse and get you blueblood ass in my truck so I can get you home before Mommy and Daddy have drunk all the vintage scotch and eaten all the caviar they probably have waiting for their little princess."

"God, you're insufferable! You don't know anything about me. And you're way too poor and ignorant to ever be able to comprehend how I live," Tara hissed.

"Stop being a bitch and face reality, Tara! You're going to suffer hypothermia and frostbite, if not worse, if you don't come with me right now. Hell, I'm dressed for the weather and I'm getting cold out here. You must get out of that car and get in my truck now so I can get us out of here. There's already a foot of snow and the wind is picking up. If we don't leave soon, it's going to be hard for my truck to get through the drifts. Then were both fucked!"

"Oh fine," she sighed, sullenly. She tried to open her door. It unlatched, but it wouldn't open. "Why can't I get out of the car," she asked, suddenly looking panicked.

I wiped snow off the seam between the fender and the door. "The fender's crushed around the door, and it looks like you have enough frame damage on this side that we won't be able to get the door open. You'll have to get out the passenger's side." I walked around the back of the car to help to pull her out, only to find that the other door was wedged against a tree that was at least a foot in diameter. I went back to Tara's window. "You're not getting out that way, either. I have a crowbar in the truck. I'm going to get it and try to pry your door open. If that doesn't work, I can break the windshield and you can crawl out that way."

"Just be quick about it. I can't stop shivering, and my feet are so cold they're getting numb."

At that moment, we heard a vehicle approaching from the other direction. It was an old Jeep wagon. When it got next to us, I could see that it had huge mud tires and a high suspension. The entire under-carriage was at least 18" off the ground. This rig would be able to get through almost anything, I thought. The driver and his passenger got out. They were both huge. The driver looked to be about thirty-five years old, roughly 6'3" and over 300 pounds. He had a beer belly, but still looked like he was mostly muscle. The passenger looked a little younger, but he was taller and could have been close to 400 pounds. They both looked like pro wrestlers who had degenerated into grizzled mountain men. They were dressed for the outdoors in old, ratty hunting gear. I didn't like the look of them, and Tara seemed actually repulsed.

"Man," the driver said, approaching Tara's car. "Somebody really fucked up their purty little furrin car. Oh, pardon my French, little lady," he laughed, showing his brown, broken teeth. "And pardon my manners. I'm Zeke, and this here's my kid brother, Merle. I call him Ox, 'cuz he's that strong and that dumb. Ain't you, Ox?"

"Fuck you, Zeke," Ox growled.

"Aw, that's no way to talk in front of a fine, pretty little lady. You apologize to her right now."

Ox just stood there looking at the ground. Finally, he mumbled, "Sorry, missy."

"That's better," Zeke said. "Looks like you kids need a little help. What's your name, boy?" he said, addressing me.

"My name is Seth, and the young lady here is Tara."

"Well, Miss Tara, you ain't goin' nowhere in that car on these here roads, even if you hadn't gotten real friendly with that there tree. You’d best get out of that car."

"I can't," she said. "The doors won't open, but my friend had everything under control. He has tools in his truck to get me out, and then he's going to drive me home."

"Oh, missy, I don't think that's how it's going to work out. The road the way you was going is blocked by a downed tree. This here old Jeep was able to crawl over it, but your boyfriend's pick-up would never clear it. You're just going to have to come to our cabin to warm up until this storm lets up. Ox, help this pretty young thing get her door open."

Ox walked over to the car, grabbed the door handle and pulled. I could actually see the sheet metal of the door bow out as he pulled the handle. Suddenly the handle ripped out of the door, and Ox landed on his butt in the snow.

Zeke roared with laughter. "They don't make 'em like they used to, do they? Ox, get off your stupid ass and grab the door frame."

Ox did as he was told, wedging his huge hands into the space between the body of the car and the frame of the unlatched door. He started to pull on the door and, incredibly, it began to open. I couldn't believe my eyes. This beast was actually bending the sheet metal that was crushed around the front edge of the door. The bent hinges were groaning, and the door was moving. I've seen rescue crews, using hydraulic jaws, struggle to do what this giant was doing with his hands. In only a few seconds, the door was open wide.

"Good boy, Ox," Zeke said. "Now help the pretty little lady out of the car."

"Don't touch me," Tara said, her voice trying to sound defiant, but seeming truly scared.

"Now, I don't know nothin' about the manners of the high and mighty," Zeke said, but us simple folk would say thanks to someone who helped them out of a jam and would accept their hospitality. You don't got nowhere else to go, so you're gonna have to stay with us."

"You're right, I was rude," Tara said, her voice trembling. "Thank you very much for helping me. I do appreciate it. But we really can't stay. Seth will drive us home."

"I told you before, missy, the road's blocked ahead. You ain't goin' that way. I know these woods real good, and with the wind and the condition of some of them trees back the way you came, I reckon you won't get far that way either. Just be real nice and let us take you to our cabin. We got plenty of firewood and grub, and some of the best moonshine you ever tasted to help you warm up. We'll have a regular party."

"My father will pay you very well if you would drive us home,” Tara said. “We'd much prefer to be home with our families."

"You just don't get it, do you sweetie? See, me and Ox don't get to see many fine women around here. We're gonna go to the cabin and have us some real fun. "You’d like to spend some time with this here pretty girl wouldn't you, Ox?" Zeke said leering at Tara and grinning his broken-toothed grin.

"Yeah, Zeke, that would be real nice. I ain't never had no woman that looks like her."

"OK, guys, that's enough," I said.

"Boy, you need to shut the fuck up," Zeke said, moving in front of me.

Now, I'm a pretty strong guy myself. I stand 6'1", and weigh 225. I was a varsity tackle in high school, I do a lot of manual labor, I lift weights, I've never backed off from a fight, and I've won every one I was involved in since kindergarten. Still, I knew this wouldn't end well. "You're scaring her, and I don't like what you're saying either," I said.

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you, wimp?" Zeke said, his putrid breath in my face. "I guess I gotta show you." With that, he lunged at me and grabbed me in a bear hug. With no effort at all, he picked me up and threw me against Tara's car. My head hit the rear window frame hard. As I blacked out, I heard Tara scream.

The next thing I knew, Zeke had thrown a cup of water in my face. I sputtered awake, and realized I was tied to a chair in the brothers' filthy cabin. There was a fire roaring in the huge fireplace. Tara was tied to a chair next to me. Zeke grabbed my hair and pulled me to look at him.

"Sorry I had to knock you out, kid, but you just wasn't cooperatin' and you was gettin' real annoyin'. I thought you might like to join our little party, but I guess you're just gonna have to sit there and watch the fun. We're gonna keep you real comfortable, though. The fire's makin' it nice and cozy in here, and Ox is cookin' up some real nice grub for all of us. I'm gonna go help him. When dinner's ready, we'll untie you so you and the pretty one here can get your bellies nice and full. I'd be happy to share some of that fine moonshine with you, then we'll get the real party started." He checked the ropes holding Tara and me to the chairs. "Now don't go nowhere, hear?" He belly-laughed, pleased with his own joke, and left the room.

Tara said, “I thought you’d never wake up! Seth, you have to get us out of here. I’m terrified. I think Zeke is planning to rape me! Do something!”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Tara, I’m tied up just like you are. What do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t know, Seth. Think of something, please. I’m begging you. You have to save me,” she cried, miserably.

I had long since convinced myself that I didn’t like this girl, but seeing her so terrified and helpless touched me deeply. I also realized that these two Neanderthals probably weren’t going to just rape Tara and then let us go so we could report it to the authorities. I didn’t know exactly where we were, but I knew the area fairly well from hunting here when I was in high school. If they threw us out into the storm, we would probably freeze to death before we got help, and if they kept us here, they would probably kill us both.

“Tara,” I said, “I need you to calm down so you can help me.”

“How can I help you?” she moaned.

“I was knocked out when Zeke threw me against your car. The last thing I remember was hearing you scream, and the next thing I knew we were sitting here tied up. You have to tell me everything that happened while I was unconscious. Try to remember every detail. Maybe something will help us to plan our escape.”

Tara wiped her eyes with trembling hands and forced herself to breath deeply, trying to gather herself. “OK, I’m trying to replay the whole thing in my mind. Let me get it all in order.”

Sounding a little calmer now, Tara said, “OK. The scream you heard was from me watching Zeke pick you up and throw you like a rag doll. Then Ox dragged me out of the car and held me in a bear hug so tight I thought he was going to crush me to death. He picked me up and kissed me. I thought I was going to vomit in his mouth. Then he put me down and held me tightly, but not painfully. I couldn’t have escaped him, but he wasn’t hurting me. He put one finger under my chin and raised my face to look at him. He smiled at me with a vacant look and told me he thought I was pretty. Then he apologized to me for scaring me and for Zeke having hurt you, since he thought you seemed like a nice guy. He said Zeke was mean, and that he thought Zeke was crazy. Zeke was busy tying you up and making room in the back of the Jeep to put you in, so he wasn’t paying any attention to us. It dawned on me that he was actually afraid of Zeke.

“I asked him if Zeke was mean to him. He said Zeke was always mean and that he didn’t like it. I started to get the idea that if I was nice to him, I might be able to actually get him on our side.

“I asked him, ‘How do you feel when Zeke is mean to you?’

“Ox said, ‘It makes me feel bad. It makes me sad. Sometimes I get real mad at him.’

“I gave him a sympathetic look and said, ‘What do you do then? Do you tell him to stop? Do you tell him how you feel?’

“He said, ‘Oh no, Miss Tara, I couldn’t do that. He’d be even meaner to me. He’d hit me. Zeke’s a real bad man and he can get real mad. Once, he killed a man who was hunting near our cabin. He just sneaked up behind him, and kicked him real hard. The man dropped his rifle and fell. Zeke rolled him over, sat on his chest and looked at the man right in the eye. He told him no one hunts on this land but us. Then he took the man’s hunting knife and slit his throat. Zeke made me bury the man in the woods. He didn’t have to do that to the man, Miss Tara. He’s just mean and crazy.’

“I said, ‘That’s horrible, Ox. Do you think he would do that to you?’

“Ox thought a moment and said, ‘I don’t think he’d kill me. He likes to have me do stuff for him. I think he likes to have me around to do all his dirty work for him.’

“I said to him, ‘Then just tell him off when he’s mean to you. If he hits you, hit him back. You’re a big, muscular guy. If he really decides to make a fight out of it, I know you could beat the shit out of him. I know it would be hard for you, since I can tell you’re a really nice guy, but you have to stand up for yourself.’

“Ox just looked at me and said, ‘Do you really think I’m nice? I really like it when you say things like that to me. I really like you, Miss Tara.' "

Tara continued, “By that time, Zeke had finished loading you and the rest of his stuff into the wagon. He looked over at us and yelled, ‘What the fuck are you doing standing there and talking, retard? Get the bitch in the back seat with you and don’t let her try anything. It’s time to get home and start our party.’ Then he laughed that cruel laugh of his.

“I think we drove about two miles to get to this cabin. Zeke had the radio on listening to some hick station and wasn’t paying any attention to Ox and me in the back seat. Ox was hanging on to me so I couldn’t move, but he was being really gentle. I said to him, ‘Just remember what we talked about. You’re a nice guy, Merle, and you shouldn't let him be mean to you or anyone else anymore.’

“He gave me a surprised look and said, ‘Why did you call me Merle? Zeke always calls me Ox.’

“I put on my best kind smile and said, ‘Merle is a nice name. It fits you. It sounds strong, but kind, just like you are. Ox is just the name Zeke uses to make fun of you and to be mean to you.’

“Tara, are you nuts?” I said. “You almost sound like you like this beast!”

She replied, “I feel really sorry for him. When I was in high school my Mom made me do volunteer work at the children’s hospital that is affiliated with her hospital. Some of kids were brain-damaged from birth or childhood trauma. They functioned on a really low level, but in some way, I really got to like them. Merle reminds me of them. A lot of those kids are going to grow up to be like him. Plus, we can use any ally we can come up with at this point.”

“Do you think he’d really help us?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot.”

“But Tara, he’s going to rape you.”

“Zeke is going to rape me, but somehow, I’m not sure Merle will. And if we can make Merle realize how wrong that would be, maybe he’ll try to stop it.”

“I only hope you’re right. If we can escape, we’ll run back to my truck and drive off.”

Tara said, “I don’t think that will work. The snow must be almost a foot and a half deep by now, and the wind is really strong. I can’t walk that far without freezing to death. Zeke was probably right about your truck not being able to get far on these roads. His Jeep had to struggle to get over some downed trees to get here. This is a really bad storm, Seth.”

I was starting to get hopeful. “If we can get out of the cabin, I can try to hot-wire Zeke’s Jeep. I’ve had to hot wire cars before to get them to the shop.”

“Seth, you won’t have to! I just remembered that when we got here, I saw that Zeke left the keys in the ignition!”

Zeke bellowed as he came into the room, “Grub’s ready!” He was carrying a big kettle. Ox was behind him with four dirty, mismatched bowls, some spoons, and a big jug.

“My kid brother here may be dumb as a stone, but he’s a real good cook. This here’s venison stew. We hunt or grow most of our own food up here. About the only time we leave these woods is to sell our moonshine and hides and go into the village about ten miles down the road to buy the stuff we can’t get ourselves. That’s where we was comin’ from when we found you. Ain’t that right, stupid?” Zeke said, glancing at his brother.

“Don’t talk to me that Zeke,” Ox said. “That makes me mad.”

Zeke ignored his brother, but Tara and I saw the look on Ox’s face. He looked a little pissed.

“Well,” Zeke said, “I guess you two kids ain’t gonna be able to eat if you’re tied up over there. Ox, carry them over to the table and untie their hands. Don’t untie anything else though. I ain’t sure they have the manners to accept our hospitality. And just to be sure we understand each other, I think I’ll just get my old six-shooter here to keep me company. He walked over to a shelf and picked up a gun, checked the chambers, and stuck in his belt.

Ox came over to us and untied our hands. When he leaned over Tara, she whispered to him, “Don’t let him be mean to you, Merle. Remember what we talked about.”

When we were positioned at the table, Zeke started serving heaping bowls of the stew. Tara said, “I’m really not hungry. I don’t want any.”

“Now see, that’s just what I was talking about. Your manners ain’t so good. We took you in from that storm, got your wet coats and boots off you, thawed you out in front of this nice fire, and cooked you up a nice meal.” He pulled his gun out and pointed it at her. “Now you be a nice little girl and say you’re sorry to my brother here. He worked hard to make this stew for you.”

Tara looked at Ox and said, “I didn’t mean to offend you, Merle. I’m sure it will be delicious.”

“Merle?” Zeke said. “Ain’t that sweet, Ox? I think little missy here likes you.”

“Well, I like her too, Zeke,” Ox said.

“Oh do you now? That’s so cute. I bet you’ll like her a lot better when you’re gettin’ sloppy seconds from her after I finish fuckin’ her brains out,” Zeke laughed.

He turned and looked at me and his ugly smile disappeared. “Don’t you get no dumb ideas, kid. Me and my brother are gonna have a lot of fun with this little sweetie over here, and you ain’t gonna do nuthin’ to stop it. If you’re a good boy, though, I’ll let you watch. I bet she looks real nice when she’s taking a real man’s cock in her.”

The gun waving in my face did a good job of convincing me that it was in my best interests to be quiet. I noticed that Ox was looking very upset with the things his brother was saying.

“OK,” Zeke said. “Eat up. Ox, you and me are gonna need some energy so we can fuck her all night, and little blondie here is gonna need some good grub in her to have the strength to cum as much as she will getting’ screwed by two real men. You, too, kid, fill that belly of yours. We aim to please our guests."

The stew actually was very good. I was surprised at how much I was able to eat, being scared half shitless by what had already happened to us and by what might happen later. Even Tara managed to eat. I hoped she had realized that she would need her strength to be able to survive whatever was coming.

Zeke soon started taking swigs out of the jug. “Damn, Ox, this may be the best batch of moonshine you’ve made yet. Have some!”

Ox took a small swallow, and passed the jug to me.

“Drink up, boy. Don’t go offendin’ your hosts.”

I took a small swallow. It tasted like almost pure grain alcohol.

“Girlie, have a drink,” Zeke said. “You need to get in a party mood.”

Tara took the jug and took a tiny sip. She sputtered and choked, and her face got bright red. When she recovered, she gasped, “My God, that stuff is strong. It tastes like gasoline!”

Zeke roared with laughter. “Yeah, it’s a little stronger than the fine wines and double-malt aged scotch you’re probably used to drinkin’. But I tell you, honey, it’s damn good shit.” He grabbed the jug back from her and took a long pull. I honestly didn’t know how he could do it.

We had all finished eating. Zeke got up and took the kettle back into the kitchen. When he came back out, he grabbed our bowls and took them out too.

Ox looked at us and said quietly, “Zeke’s getting’ kinda drunk. He can get real mean when he’s drunk.”

I whispered to Ox, “He’s real mean when he’s not drunk.”

Ox nodded, but said, “Not like he can be when’s he’s hittin’ the moonshine hard. Don’t do nuthin’ to piss him off. That’s why I ain’t drinkin’ much. I gotta have my wits about me if he decides to hurt you two.”

Zeke came back and flopped in his chair. “Everyone needs an after dinner drink before we get to the best part of the party, namely fuckin’ the shit out of this purty little college girl here. Ox, you’d best have another drink or two. You too, girl. You’re gonna get laid here, and you wanna be nice and loosened up so you can really enjoy it. Boy, you ain’t gonna get your rocks off, but you might as well get drunk!”

Zeke took another big swallow from the jug and passed it to his brother. He was leering at Tara when Ox took the jug, so he didn’t see that Ox tilted the jug, but didn’t actually drink. Ox passed the jug to me with a wink, so I did the same thing he had done. I made sure to make a face when I set the jug down, to look like I had just swallowed a big gulp of the strong drink.

“Ox,” Zeke said, “we're gonna do her here on the floor in front of the fireplace. Real romantic-like.” He put the jug in front of Tara. Feed her some of that stuff and tie up the kid here. Turn his chair so he has a real good view. I gotta piss.”

As Zeke was getting up, Tara picked up the jug. Zeke grinned at her and turned away. Tara did the same thing Ox and I had just done, not actually drinking. She then made the same choking and hacking sounds she had made before. “Good girl,” Zeke yelled as he left the room.

Ox came over to me. “I gotta tie you up Seth, but I ain’t makin’ the knots tight. You should be able to work them loose in a couple of minutes. Just don’t let Zeke see you.”

He finished with the rope and turned my chair so I was facing the floor where Zeke had indicated he was going to rape Tara.

Zeke was back in no time. “It’s stopped snowing and the wind’s died down some. If anyone needs to use the facilities, there’s a privy out back. It’s damn cold out there, though, so you can just use the bucket near the back door like I did. Don’t get any foolish notions. One of us will take you there and make sure you just do your business and come back.

“Now, Ox, you untie our little fuck-toy here. It’s time to have some fun.”

Ox untied Tara and helped her out of her chair. Zeke pulled a chair next to me and sat down. He gave me his evil, ugly smile and said, “How good do know this girl, kid? Ever fuck her?”

“No,” I said, trying not to choke on the fumes of his breath.

“Ever seen her naked?”

“No.”

“Well you ain’t gonna fuck her tonight, neither, but you’re gonna see a hell of a show. Time to strip for us baby,” he called to Tara. “Do it real nice and sexy slow. I wanna get a real good look at you before I decide whether I’m gonna fuck your pussy, your ass, or your mouth first.”

Tara just stood there in the middle of the room. She was crying again. It broke my heart. Ox was standing near her with his head down. Fat lot of help he is, I thought to myself. How can I stop this?

“You gonna stand there cryin’ like a little girl,” Zeke roared, or are you gonna give us a show?”

Tara was trembling with fear.

“Maybe I can persuade you, sweetheart,” Zeke said, pulling his gun out of his belt. He cocked it and put it against my head.

“Zeke, don’t kill him,” Ox said.

“Why the fuck not, moron?” Sooner or later I’m gonna kill both of them. Are you so damn simple that you think I’m gonna let them walk out of here and go tell the sheriff what we did to them? Hell no, I’m gonna shoot him now if she don’t get naked. If she starts actin’ like she’s in the party mood she should be in, I’ll be as good as my word and let him watch while we fuck her. When we’re done with her, I’ll shoot both of them. We’ll throw ‘em outside so they don’t stink up the place, and when the snow melts some, you’ll bury ‘em.”

“I ain’t gonna let you do that, Zeke,” Ox said.

“You stupid fuck, Ox, you’ll do what I say or I’ll kill you too. Now Missy, on with the show, unless you wanna see college boy here get his head blowed off.”

“Please don’t shoot him!” Tara cried. I’ll do what you say.”

“That’s the party sprit!” Zeke gave me an evil smile and said to me, “Here’s your chance to see some fine pussy, kid. Seems like the least I can do for you before you die.” He still had the gun against my head.

Tara took her socks off and started to pull her sweater over her head.

“Do it nice and slow girl. And dance for me while you strip, like one of them high-class show girls.” Zeke looked at me again and said, “This is gonna be real nice!”

Tara started swaying her hips and forced a smile at Zeke. She slowly lifted her sweater, showing her smooth, flat tummy. She turned her back to us and stuck her pretty ass out at us as she pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it away from her. Then she turned to face us again, covering the cups of her lacy bra with her hands.

“Keep goin, baby. I wanna see your tits,” Zeke said.

Tara slowly slipper her hands off her bra-covered breasts and rubbed slowly and sensuously down her belly and back up her sides. She pulled her bra straps off her shoulders and slowly lowered the bra until it was barely covering her nipples. She turned away from us again and, while grinding her hips, unclasped her bra and tossed it on top of her sweater. She turned around again with her hands hiding her breasts. She began massaging them and licking her lips. Then she put her hands on her hips, exposing what I have to say were the nicest boobs I had seen in a long time. She started thrusting her pelvis at us and tweaking and pinching her nipples until they were very erect.

Zeke let out a long, low whistle and turned to me. “Hot damn, boy! Look at them tits! Nice and firm, big enough to look real womanly, but not big enough to sag. Tell me them jugs don’t give you a hard on, kid?” He was cackling and slapping his knee, but he still had the gun at my head.

Ox had started looking at her too. It was obvious he like what he saw, but he looked really upset at the same time. “That’s enough, Zeke. Don’t make her get naked.”

“Oh fuck you, retard,” Zeke said, still laughing. If you ain’t man enough to fuck her, I’ll do it for you! Loose those pants, girl! On with the show!”

Tara looked at me hard and started slowly rubbing her wrists. I couldn’t figure out what she was doing at first, but then I realized that she wanted me to untie herself. Her slow striptease was meant to give me the time to get myself loose. I nodded slowly at her and she flashed me a big smile. Zeke thought it was meant for him.

Tara un-buttoned her jeans and started to work them down her hips. When she got them down far enough that we could see the top of her thong, she turned around again. She slowly worked them down, exposing the most beautiful tight ass I had ever seen. Sensuously slowly, she lowered them to the floor and kicked them over with the rest of her clothes. She stayed bent over and made a big show of shaking her ass in our direction. Poor Ox was standing there, trying not too look at her, but failing miserably.

Zeke, meanwhile, was practically wiggling out of his chair. He was stroking himself through his pants. Even though he still had his gun pointed at my head, he was too engrossed in the show to notice that I was making slow progress on the rope tying my hands behind me.

Tara turned back toward us and started rubbing her hands up and down her body. She played with her tits some more, making her pretty little nipples hard again. Zeke didn’t seem to notice, but she was staring at me the whole time. She kept this up for a minute or so, then stuck put two fingers of her one hand in her mouth and started sucking on them, closing her eyes and tilting her head back like she was getting really hot. Then she looked in our direction again and slid her fingers under the top of her lacy little thong. She was playing with herself, which was driving Zeke wild. I have to admit I had trouble concentrating on getting my hands loose, because I was totally turned on, too. It really seemed like the show was for my benefit. Too bad I doubted that I would live to do anything more than look at her.

Tara was panting and moaning now. Whether she was actually excited, or was just a good actress, I couldn’t tell. She pulled her fingers back out of her thong and plunged them deep in her mouth, sucking on them. Then she turned around again and slipped the thong off and added it to rest of her clothes. Zeke and I could clearly see her pussy lips between the backs of her thighs.

She turned back to us with her hands hiding her sex. Not letting us really see, she started to finger herself. In different circumstances, I probably would have cum in my pants. Instead, I forced myself to concentrate on my ropes.

Tara moved her one hand up to fondle and twist her nipples, finally allowing us to see her plunging two fingers into her clean-shaven pussy. Zeke had finally had enough. He undid his pants and pulled out a huge, dripping cock and started rubbing it hard. “My God, baby I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up,” he said. He laid his gun on the table and walked over to her.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Ox yelled. “I ain’t gonna let you do it.” Never looking away from Tara, Zeke back-handed Ox so hard he knocked him to the floor. He walked up to Tara and grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head down. “See this baby?” he growled. This cock is for you. I’m gonna fuck all your holes, twice if I can manage it. Hell, I ain’t gonna have to shoot you when I’m done. I’m just gonna fuck you to death!” He let go of her hair and moved a step backward to her could stare at her.

Tara had dropped her sexy act and was looking like she might faint. Then she started screaming.

Ox was struggling to his feet, obviously stunned by Zeke having knocked him down. “Stay away from her Zeke. I’m warnin’ you. If you try to rape her, I’m gonna kill you."

“You ain’t gonna do shit,” Zeke snapped at him, and punched him hard in the mouth. Ox dropped to the floor again, blood pouring from his mouth. Then Zeke grabbed Tara and started grinding himself against her, mauling her tits with his huge, filthy hands. “Get ready to get tore up, you little slut. You’re gonna find out what a real man’s cock feels like.

I was desperate. I still hadn’t freed my hands and I was going crazy. If only I could get a hand free, I would grab that gun and empty it into that animal.

Zeke pushed Tara to the floor and dropped on top of her. He was kissing her with his disgusting mouth and cramming one of his fat fingers inside her. “Do you like that bitch? Is it making you hot? Wait until you fell this!” He raised himself off of her, grabbed his monstrous cock, and started rubbing it against her outer pussy lips. Tara was hysterical, screaming and crying.

Just as Zeke was about to enter her, Ox sat up. He grabbed a piece of firewood and smashed it against the back of Zeke’s head. Zeke let out a howl of pain and rage and rolled off of Tara. She scrambled to her feet and ran over to me.

“You’re dead, motherfucker!” Zeke roared at Ox and lunged at him. They grappled on the floor, punching and trying to strangle each other. Even though Ox was bigger, stronger, and younger than his brother, he was having trouble beating him. I was starting to doubt that Ox was going to be able to overpower his brother, which meant that Tara and I were as good as dead. “My hands, Tara, my hands!” I said to her. I had to get that gun!

The brothers were still beating the shit out of each other, grunting like two gorillas fighting to the death. Suddenly, Zeke bit Ox on the ear, tearing it half way off. Ox screamed in pain. This gave Zeke the opportunity to get to his feet. He grabbed the fireplace poker and stood over Ox, letting him see it.

Ox looked at Zeke with mortal fear in his eyes. Then he looked at Tara. “I’m sorry Miss Tara. I’m so sorry. I did what you said, but I wasn’t good enough. I love you, Miss Tara.

Zeke laughed at Ox, and then plunged the fireplace poker deep into Ox’s chest. Ox grabbed the poker and looked like he was going to try to pull it out. Blood was spurting from his chest around the shaft of the poker. Ox went limp and was still.

Zeke was obviously injured. He turned unsteadily toward the table and looked at me with crazed rage on his bloody face. “You’re next, wimp. You die right here, right now.”

“I don’t think so, you son a bitch.” Tara had finally gotten my hands free, although my ankles were still tied to the chair. I was pointing the gun at Zeke. He threw his head back and laughed a maniacal laugh. “You don’t have the balls, kid.” He started to move toward me. I shot him in the shoulder. He roared like a wounded bear, but didn’t go down. Instead, he used his good arm to rip the poker out of Ox’s body and started moving toward me.

“If you stop right there, Zeke, I’ll let you live,” I yelled at him.

“Fuck you, college boy!” Zeke spat at me and continued moving toward me. I shot him in the leg. This time, Zeke fell over on his back, a few feet away from me.

Tara untied my legs and I stood up, moving a safe distance from him, still pointing the gun at him. “Last chance, Zeke, I said.” Zeke glowered at me, screaming obscenities.

Never, taking my eyes off the monster on the floor, I said. “Tara, get dressed. Put on your coat and boots and bring me mine. We’re out of here.”

She quickly got dressed and brought me my heavy outerwear. I said to her, “Do you know how to shoot a gun? Cover him while I get dressed. If he moves, shoot him until he stops.”

Tara had a look on her face of total hatred and loathing. “Shooting him seems too good for him,” she said as she took the gun from me.

I grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed for the weather outside.

“You kids still ain’t gonna get out of here. There’s too much snow and too many trees down. I know these woods like the back of my hand. If you ain’t froze to death, I’ll hunt you down and rip you apart with my bare hands.

This time it was Tara who laughed. She still holding the gun, she grabbed the jug of moonshine. She threw it on the floor, smashing it. Then she took a kerosene lantern off a shelf, opened it, and dumped the contents all over Zeke.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Zeke said, the first twinge of fear showing in his eyes.

“Zeke,” she said, “you’re going to die here. Shooting is too good for you, so I’m going to prepare you for the fires of Hell you’ll spend eternity in. Seth, get the Jeep started. The floor slopes a little toward the fireplace and I want to make sure the fuel is flowing in the right direction.”

Stunned, I opened the door and went to the Jeep. It started right up. I was glad to see that it had almost a full tank of gas. I looked back to see Tara walking out the door and closing it behind her. As the opened the door to the Jeep, I could here Zeke bellowing with rage and fear. Suddenly his voice changed to screams as a strong light appeared in the window. Tara closed the car door and said, “Drive.”

Terror in the Snowstorm - Aftermath

As we started through the deep snow on the lane leading from Zeke and Merle’s cabin to the hard road, I could see the fire rapidly growing inside the cabin, through the cracked rearview mirror of Zeke’s Jeep. I knew that poor, murdered Merle’s body was being cremated, and that his brother, Zeke, was being roasted alive. The horror of the entire situation, Zeke’s attempted rape of Tara, his brutal murder of his brother Merle (who Zeke had called Ox, to make fun of his immense size and strength, along with his obviously limited mental ability), my wounding Zeke with his own gun, and Tara’s decision to torch their cabin with Zeke inside, alive, but disabled by his wounds, nearly overwhelmed me. I could barely drive through the deep snow, torn between the urge to cry openly from my terror and exhaustion, to be physically ill, or to pray to God to thank Him for sparing us and to beg forgiveness for our own guilt at having killed a defenseless man, even though the man had proven himself to be nearly the devil incarnate. Looking over at Tara, who had actually been the one to cause Zeke’s death, didn’t help me. She was sitting stiffly in her seat, staring straight ahead through dead-looking eyes, her face frozen into an unreadable mask.

When we reached the hard road, I turned toward home, hoping that Zeke’s monster Jeep would be able to get us through the deep snowdrifts and over the trees that had been blown down during the worst of the storm. We crawled along at a steady but slow pace, finally reaching Tara’s wrecked car, which is where our whole nightmare had begun. I stopped the Jeep I had stolen from Zeke so we could retrieve Tara’s purse and luggage, along with my duffle bag from my truck, all of which had been left behind when Zeke and Merle had kidnapped us. Tara was silent and expressionless the whole time. When we had gotten back in the Jeep and resumed our slow progress toward home, she broke the silence.

“I killed a man, Seth. I burned him alive. He would have raped me if poor Merle hadn’t stoped him. He would have killed us both when he was done using my body. He laughed as he murdered his own brother. He deserved to die. He was a monster. We could have escaped after you wounded him, but I killed him. What happens now? Am I a murderer? Am I any better than he was? Will I go to prison? Will I go to Hell for this? Worse still, will I have dragged you down with me?” She began to sob quietly, pitifully, tucking herself into almost a fetal position on the seat next to me.

I drove in silence, not knowing what to say to her. My emotions were so mixed up that I couldn’t decide if she was, in fact, a cold-blooded killer, or if her actions could be excused by the inconceivable horror of the entire situation and the mortal fear that Zeke had caused in both of us. I had shot the bastard twice, but I was at peace with that. I had been prepared to empty his gun into him just to prevent him from raping Tara, but I had been tied up and could not get my hands free. After Merle had attacked Zeke to stop him just as he had been ready to begin raping Tara, she had untied me and I had grabbed the gun, but I didn’t fire it. When Zeke had overpowered Merle and had killed him, I threatened Zeke with the gun. Zeke lunged at me with the same fireplace poker he had used to murder his brother, so I shot him twice to disable him. I was prepared to take Tara and flee the scene, knowing that Zeke would probably have bled to death before we could have sent police and medical personnel to his cabin, but I was comfortable with that. His death would, technically, have been at my hands, but I felt that, morally and legally, it was a killing in self-defense and in the defense of another. Tara’s dumping moonshine and kerosene all over him, knowing that it would trickle toward the fireplace and incinerate him alive was, perhaps, another matter.

The miles passed slowly on the drifted, tree- and branch-strewn woodland road. Tara and I were each lost in our own agonized thoughts. As we passed through the small town where I assumed Zeke and Merle had sold their hides and moonshine, I was acutely aware that we would have been seen as fugitives from justice if the stolen Jeep we were driving was recognized, but no one seemed to see us as we crept through the dark town. When we were back in the woods moving toward our home towns, Tara finally spoke again.

“Seth, stop the Jeep. Find a place to pull over and stop. We need to talk.”

I saw an abandoned gas station, and stopped behind it, hidden from the road. I stopped the engine and turned the lights out.

“Seth, should we call the fire department? What if the cabin has started a forest fire?”

“I think that’s pretty unlikely, Tara. There’s so much snow out here that the likelihood of the fire spreading is almost nothing. The cabin will probably burn to the ground, but it’s so isolated that no one may even have spotted the fire. When someone finally does find it, all they’ll find is two badly charred bodies in the rubble. Even if they find the bullet wounds in Zeke, there will be no way to know who fired the gun. All our fingerprints will have been destroyed by the fire. They’ll probably figure that mean old Zeke finally pushed his brother too hard, that they fought, and killed each other. If they really investigate, they’ll find the broken moonshine jug and the kerosene lamp, which will probably have been broken when the roof fell in, and they’ll assume the fire was accidental.”

“Should we go to the police and tell them what happened?” Tara asked.

“That’s your call, Tara. I understand why Zeke had to die. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I will abide by whatever decision you make. If you feel you need to tell your story to the authorities, you may be able to justify your actions and avoid any trouble. You may also be able to get your father to use his influence to help you or to get you the legal help you may need. But really, I think that the only evidence of us having been in that cabin will have been destroyed by the fire. Our vehicles are abandoned at least two miles from the cabin, and the storm has covered any footprints and tire tracks that would show that we were picked up and taken to the cabin in the first place. We can come up with a story about having been picked up by some kind-hearted stranger who dropped us near one of our homes. The only problem that I can see is that we’re driving Zeke’s Jeep.”

“Oh, no, Seth! You’re right, the Jeep will incriminate us. Even if we abandon it, it will be found. People will wonder why it isn’t at the cabin if Zeke and Merle are. We’re still incriminated!” Sara moaned.

“It doesn’t have to be found,” I said. “Through the garage I work at, I’ve learned of a few, shall we say, interesting people who could make it disappear permanently. If I can get the Jeep to them before it’s spotted, we should be home free. The disappearance of the Jeep from the cabin will probably make people suspect that Zeke and Merle didn’t kill each other. They’ll assume that a third party was involved, but with Merle’s description of Zeke’s behavior, it’s not hard to believe that he may have made enough enemies in his life to have given someone a reason to kill him and steal his Jeep.”

Tara was fumbling in her purse for her phone. “Damn, I still don’t have reception. Get back and on the road and head for home. As soon as I can, I’ll call my Dad. Even though his law practice is corporate, he knows a lot of people. Discrete people. Influential people. Some pretty disreputable people too. I remember that one of his clients was rumored to have some questionable business interests in some companies that were suspected to be silent backers of some car theft rings and chop shops. Let’s drive straight to my house. Daddy may have some ideas of how to get rid of this car without any trace leading back to us.”

It was about eighty miles from Zeke’s cabin to Tara’s house. The storm was over now. We emerged from the wooded, hilly area into a stretch of flatter farm-land. Apparently, the winds had been much milder here, since there was little drifting, and the snow was only about a foot deep. This was easy going for Zeke’s mountain-man Jeep, but we were the only vehicle moving. Even the snowplows hadn’t yet gotten to this country road. It was about 3am when Tara was finally able to call her house.

Her Dad answered on the first ring. “Daddy, it’s Tara. I’m safe and on the way home. A friend of mine from school is driving me to the house. We should be there in less than two hours. But Daddy, we need your help. Something really bad happened, but I won’t tell you about it on the phone. I need to discuss it with you face to face. Part of the problem is the vehicle we’re driving. It doesn’t belong to either of us. Daddy, listen to me. It’s a long story, but this vehicle has to be hidden. What? Yes Daddy, we took it. Daddy, stop yelling at me! I’m sorry, but I have to tell you the whole story for you to understand. Please, Daddy, please don’t yell at me! I’ll explain everything when we get home. I need your help. Should we drive straight to the house, or do you have someplace else to park it? Daddy, I know, I know, but please, you have to help me. I’ll explain everything when we get home. OK, we’ll just keep heading for home while I wait for you to call me back. I love you, Daddy.” She closed her phone.

“What did he say?” I asked.

“He’s way pissed, but I could tell he’s scared for me, too. Daddy and I love and respect each other. He knows I would never be in a stolen car without a damn good reason. He’s making phone calls right now. He said he’d call me back within the hour to tell us whether to head home or to go somewhere else to hide the car and get picked up.”

I figured that, at the rate we were going, it would take at least an hour and a half to get to the part of her town where I believed Tara lived. Even if we drove straight to her house, it would still be dark, which would make it less likely that we would be seen. Besides, I was pretty sure Zeke’s Jeep had never been this close to real civilization.

We drove in silence for a long time, still not seeing a soul. The ring of Tara’s cell was startlingly loud. “Daddy? We’re about 5 miles from home. Uh-huh, yes, I can find the place. Yes, I can give Seth directions to get there. OK, third overhead door from the left on the back of the building. The man will bring us to our house? OK, we’ll tell you the whole story when we get home. Thank you, Daddy. And thank you for believing in me. I know you’ll understand when you hear what happened. I love you, Daddy.”

With Tara’s directions, we made our way to a run-down warehouse district. A gate was open in the rusty chain link fence, and a single set of tire tracks led to the back of the building. We drove inside and stopped the Jeep. The overhead door closed behind us and we were in the dark. Suddenly, lights came on, and we could see a man walking toward us. We got out of the Jeep as he approached.

“Get all of your possessions out and follow me,” he said. We walked behind him, and he opened a pedestrian door to the outside, leading us toward an SUV. He loaded our stuff in the back, opened the back door for us, and motioned us to get inside. Without a word, he got in and drove us through the gate we had used to enter the property. Immediately, several snow plows came around the corner, drove through the gate, and began to remove the tire tracks made by Zeke’s Jeep and the SUV we were in. In silence, the man drove us to Tara’s house. He drove to the back of the house, actually a huge mansion, and we were immediately met by a man in a vest and tie, who hurried us into the back entrance and took our outerwear. “Miss, Suzette and I will get your things and your friend’s things from the driver. Sir, my name is Lawrence. I am the butler. Suzette is the maid, whom you may happen to meet later. Miss, your parents are in your father’s study. If I may be so forward, I must inform you that they are not in a good mood.”

I had never been inside a house anything like this. I couldn’t help gawking at the sheer size of the place and the luxury of the furnishings as we walked. Tara said, “Let me do all the talking. Please don’t say anything unless my parents or I ask you to. And for God’s sake, quit looking like an awe-struck tourist!”

Tara opened one of the double doors into her father’s study, and I walked in behind her. Her father was an imposing-looking man, immaculately dressed in an expensive-looking suit, even at 5 in the morning. He was sitting behind a massive oak desk when we entered the room. Her mother, a stunning who must have been close to fifty years old, also expensively dressed, was sitting in a large leather chair next to the desk. Her father said, “We’re listening, young lady. We need to know exactly what happened. And who the hell is this?”

“Daddy, Mom, this is Seth Johnson, a friend of mine from college. Seth, my father, Joshua Hawthorne, III and my mother, Amanda Hawthorne, MD.”

In a very clipped and stern tone, Tara’s father said, “Sit down, Seth. You too, Tara. I can hardly wait to hear your excuse for having stolen a car!”

Tara told her parents the whole story, leaving almost nothing out. The only thing she didn’t explain was what the relationship had been between her and me on campus. As she spoke, her parents listened intently, stopping her several times to get her to clarify some details. The longer Tara talked, the less angry and more concerned her parents seemed to be. At the end of Tara’s story, they stood up and came over to Tara. She stood up, and they grabbed her, hugging her tightly and kissing her hair. “My poor baby girl,” her father said quietly. I’m so sorry this had to happen to you. I just thank God you’re safe here at home.” Her mother, dabbing her eyes with a hankie, said, “We love you, honey. We’ll do everything we can to make sure that you’re protected. You did nothing wrong. You did what you had to do.”

Her father turned to me. “Son,” he said, taking my hand in both of his, “I don’t know how to thank you for everything you did to try to protect my little girl. You’re a very brave and fine young man. My wife and I are forever in your debt.”

Tara’s mother came over to me, looked deep into my eyes, and then threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. She started to cry, holding me tight. “Thank you for being there for our baby. She is very lucky to have a friend as wonderful as you.” After a few moments, she pulled away and stood next to her husband, holding his hand tightly.

Tara’s father said, “You two must be exhausted. Tara, Suzette has unpacked your things and drawn you a bath. Seth, I will ring Lawrence. He has put your things into one of the guest rooms and has furnished the bathroom with anything you should need to be able to freshen up from your ordeal. I have a number of things to attend to regarding this matter. Suzette and Lawrence will call you in time for you to have lunch at one this afternoon. Hopefully, I will be able to put your minds at ease about the difficult details of this situation when my wife and I join you for the meal. Oh, and give Lawrence your parents’ phone number, so he may call them to let them know you are all right and will be staying the day and evening with us. He will only tell them that you had difficulty with the storm and are at a friend’s family’s house. You can call them this afternoon to tell them whatever else you want them to know.”

Lawrence knocked on my door at noon. By the time I had gotten showered and changed into the silk pajamas Lawrence had provided for me, I was so exhausted that I had simply collapsed on the king-sized bed in my suite. I felt like I had been asleep for only a few minutes when Lawrence’s polite knock sounded on my door. “What is it?” I said through my fog.

Lawrence answered through the door, “Mr. Hawthorne instructed me to wake you at noon, sir. May I come in to assist you, sir?”

“Sure, come on in, Lawrence, though I don’t know what help I would need, other than to get my sorry ass out of bed.”

“Sir,” Lawrence replied, “I will gladly help you to your feet if you so desire. However, what I had really intended to assist you with is selection of your attire for your late luncheon with the Hawthornes.” As he came into the room, he pulled behind him a large, wheeled clothes rack with three sport coat and dress slacks combinations, two suits, a variety of shirts and ties, five pairs of shoes, and numerous packages of underwear and socks.

“What’s all this, Lawrence?”

“Sir, in the Hawthorne household, everyone dresses appropriately when a guest is invited for a meal. I spoke to Dr. Hawthorne, since I knew you had only casual clothing with you, and she instructed me to have some items delivered in your size. I do hope you will find them to you liking. For breakfast, it is appropriate to wear a simple shirt and slacks. Luncheon usually calls for a sport coat and tie. At dinnertime, a proper suit is usually expected. If you would not mind, I will select a luncheon ensemble which I believe will be pleasing to you and will make the proper presentation to the family.”

Obviously, I really didn’t know how the other half lived. The clothes all looked great, but way out of my league. “Knock yourself out Lawrence. My usual clothing selection involves jeans and a t-shirt. Pick out something you think will look good. I’m going to grab a shower and a shave.”

“Excellent, sir. I shall return in ten minutes to assist you in your clothing selection.”

When I came out of the bathroom, having showered and shaved with the supplies Lawrence had set out before I had gone to bed, he was waiting in the bedroom. “You look refreshed, sir. Are you feeling well?”

“Lawrence, I’d feel a lot better with about eight hours more sleep. But, I’m anxious to hear more about what Tara’s Mom and Dad have to say about what happened to us. Also, I’m hungry as hell. What do you think I should wear for lunch?”

“Sir, may I suggest the ensemble I have laid out on the bed? If I may offer my opinion, these clothes have a casually dressy appearance which should be well received by the Hawthorne’s.”

I dressed as Lawrence puttered about the suite, replacing the used towels in the bathroom, and hanging my other new clothes in a closet. He brought in all the clothes that had been in my duffle bag, but which were now laundered and pressed, and put them away neatly in dresser drawers. When I was ready to put on my necktie, he said, “I would gladly assist you with that if you like, sir.”

“Sure, that would be great, Lawrence.”

When he was done, I put on the sport coat. “You look fabulous sir!” Lawrence said. “Please take a look in the wardrobe mirror.”

I checked my appearance in the mirror and had to agree. “How did you manage to get clothes for me that fit me this well?” I asked.

“Sir, I used to be co-owner of an exclusive men’s clothing store in town. My contribution to the business had been my sense of style and my eye for fit. My partner’s contribution had been primarily his business acumen. Mr. Hawthorne had become a steady customer of ours, and purchased virtually all of his clothing from us. When my partner had succeeded in siphoning off most of the money from the business and had absconded with the funds, leaving me to face bankruptcy, liquidation of the business, and financial ruin, Mr. Hawthorne invited me and my wife Suzette to come to work for him as his butler and maid. We have been in his employ for nearly fifteen years.”

I said, “It sounds like Mr. Hawthorne did you a pretty big favor.”

“Absolutely, sir. One I can never properly repay. But he didn’t do it to enslave me and my wife. Quite to the contrary, sir. Mr. Hawthorne and Dr. Hawthorne are extremely generous people. They have helped many who are less fortunate than they, and my wife and I, along with many others, love them deeply. But make no mistake, sir. Mr. Hawthorne can be a fearsome adversary. Those who wrong either him or those he cares about wind up regretting it. But enough of that. I should allow you to form your own opinions. We have some time before I must escort you to the family dining room. May I give you a brief tour of the house, sir?”

“That sounds great, Lawrence. But please, stop calling me ‘sir’. Seth is just fine with me.”

“It would be improper for me to call you by your given name, sir, for two reasons. First, it is my position and duty to refer to all Mr. Hawthorne’s associates and guests as ‘sir’ or ‘madam’ or ‘miss.’ Second, and this is my personal reason, sir, I must confess that my wife and I love Miss Tara as though she were our own daughter. Mr. Hawthorne has told me something of what you two endured last night. I have the utmost respect for you, sir, for what you did to protect Miss Tara’s honor and, in fact, her very life. In my eyes, sir, and I suspect in the eyes of everyone in this household, you are a hero. It would be gravely inappropriate for me to address one who is a hero to me by anything less respectful than the term, ‘sir’.”

As we walked through the house, Lawrence pointed out the hallway to Tara’s parents’ suite of rooms, which included Mr. Hawthorne’s study which we had been in early this morning, the stairway to Tara’s part of the house (her ‘apartment’ as he called it), the great room, which could easily have served as a ballroom for about forty guests, and the recreational area which included a home theater room, a small video arcade, and a near-Olympic size indoor swimming pool. Through the windows we could also see an outdoor pool which was covered for the winter. Lawrence led me back to the kitchen area, which was a few steps from the neat little house he shared with his wife. Near that was a building which appeared to consist of some townhouse-type apartments, which Lawrence said housed the rest of the staff.

Lawrence then escorted me into the family dining room. Tara’s mother was already there. When she saw me, she got up and came over to me, hugging me like a long-lost close friend. “Seth, dear, did you sleep well? Has Lawrence taken care of your needs? You look extremely handsome today.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I said. “Yes, I slept soundly, although I may need another night’s sleep to recover fully. Lawrence provided me with everything I could possibly want, including these wonderful clothes. He is an amazing man. He told me a little of his history, which explains his taste in clothes and his ability to choose items which fit me perfectly. He also told me of his relationship with you and your husband. He has the utmost respect for the two of you.”

“As we do for him. Lawrence and his wife, Suzette, make this house run smoothly and efficiently. My husband and I both love them deeply. Speaking of my husband, he should be here in a moment. I wonder where Tara is.”

“I’m here Mom,” Tara said as she walked into the room. She was dressed in a simple pink sweater, pleated navy skirt which stopped at the top of her knees, and sensible but dressy navy shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a large silver clasp at the back of her head. The overall impression was tasteful and beautiful. She would have looked right at home in a glamour magazine spread about casual office fashion. She went and kissed her Mom on the cheek, then came over to me and hugged me tightly, kissing me on both cheeks. “Good morning, er, afternoon, Seth. My, don’t you look great today!”

At that point, Mr. Hawthorne strode into the room and gave his wife a quick, yet heartfelt peck on the lips. He then turned to Tara. “I’m so glad you’re home, Sweetie,” he said as he hugged her. Then he came over to me and shook my hand warmly. “Hello, Seth. I’m glad to see you looking more rested. I see that Lawrence’s skill with clothing is as strong as ever. You look like a man who could set any woman’s heart ablaze and who could easily win the respect of any man. I must say, young man, that you have already won my respect. You do realize that the clothes Lawrence brought you this morning are our gift to you, the first of many ways that my wife and I hope to demonstrate our gratitude to you.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said. “But I want you to realize that your daughter here was, in many important ways, more instrumental in saving our lives than I was.”

“Son,” Mr. Hawthorne said, “your modesty is refreshing, but never make the mistake of selling yourself short. Modesty is an important trait, but one should take credit when it’s due. Have a seat, everyone. Let’s have lunch.”

A young woman brought us soup, salad, entree, coffee, and a light desert in perfectly timed succession. Our conversation during lunch was light, almost superficial, with Tara’s Dad grilling me on my preference in sports teams, and his wife asking Tara about her classes and exams. After the table had been cleared, Mr. Hawthorne got down to business.

“I’ve been busy on the phone this morning,” Mr. Hawthorne said. “Let me tell you what I’ve learned and what I’ve accomplished so far.

“First, the vehicle you drove to the warehouse this morning no longer exists. All identifying paperwork and personal belongings of the owner were removed and destroyed. The vehicle itself was crushed and is, by now, in the blast furnace of a scrap metal recycler I know of. That was accomplished discretely by someone who owed me a favor. He is reliable, trustworthy, to me at least, and knows that I can and will cause him to be permanently silenced with one phone call if he has been at all careless.

“Second, the weather has cleared completely along the route you took from the university to here. I know of someone who was able to trace the route by helicopter. Although the road through the forested area where your vehicles are has not yet been cleared, he has made arrangements to have both your cars flat-bedded here at the first opportunity. He located the remains of the cabin. It was virtually destroyed in the fire. There is, at this time, no evidence that anyone has been to the scene to investigate the fire, and in fact, no one in the area seems to have noticed it.

“Third, this same individual has contacts who have made discrete inquiries about your captors. It appears that they were only seen in the town nearby about two or three times a year, so their untimely end may not be discovered for several months, giving nature further opportunity to obliterate any evidence which could be useful in investigating the cause of their deaths and the fire. Besides, it seems as though their reputation in that town would not cause anyone to go looking for them. They will not be missed.

“Fourth, I have enlisted the services of a top criminal defense practice. Their firm and mine have long professional ties, and a sizeable number of favors have been exchanged between our two practices over the past several decades. The senior partner of this firm and I have been close personal friends since our fraternity days in college. He has already contacted his most trusted private investigators to research everything that can be learned about the occupants of that cabin, and he will be immediately aware of any investigation that may be launched by the authorities into the events of last night. He also has formed a committee inside his firm to formulate any defense strategies that could be needed for either of you, in the event that any suspicions should ever be raised. He already has told me that, based on your account of the events, it would be extremely unlikely that either of you could be connected in any way to those two individuals. He said he could not envision a scenario in which anyone would ever even dream that you had met those two men.

“Fifth, and I must apologize for this, I have done some research on you, Seth. I’ve learned that you are the only son of two honest, respected, hard-working, lower-income level parents. You were an honor student throughout middle school and high school. Graduated second in your class of 356 students. Lettered in football sophomore through senior years. Co-captain senior year when your team lost by one point at the state finals. Voted MVP of every major game your team played. Lost your full-ride football scholarship in the spring of your senior year when a drunk driver plowed into your car and pretty-much ruined your knee. Also lost some small academic scholarships when your family couldn’t afford the rest of the cost to send you to several good universities. Worked essentially full-time at an auto repair business near your house all through high school, after graduation worked an average of sixty hours a week for an entire year to save enough money to enter the university you’re at now.

“No one has ever known you to touch drugs. You drink sparingly on occasion, preferring to serve as the designated driver for your friends. You had several girlfriends in high school and one fairly serious relationship in your freshman year at college. You dumped her when you found out she cheated on you. You worked like a madman last summer to earn more money for school. You do some odd jobs around school, but you haven’t been seen much outside your dorm, the classrooms, and the library. You are carrying a perfect grade-point average and are taking extra credits. You are taking a dual-major in electronics engineering and business management. Your only social life this semester involved some light social encounters with my daughter, who shut you down like the spoiled brat she can be (sorry, honey, but you know it’s true) when she found out you weren’t a rich kid like she is.

“Do I have that about correct, Seth?” Mr. Hawthorne asked.

I sat there dumbfounded. “Yes sir, that’s about it. How did you learn all that since five o’clock this morning?”

Mr. Hawthorne gave me a sly smile. “It helps to know people who know people. You’re a very interesting young man, Seth. You work hard for everything you get. You probably will go far. You also don’t hold grudges. You didn’t have to try to rescue our daughter, after she had, frankly, been such a bitch to you, but you did. I admire you. I’ve also spoken to your father on the phone. Your parents were worried sick about you, knowing how bad the blizzard was that you were driving through. When Lawrence called them this morning, they were relieved to know that you were safe, but Lawrence felt they had a lot of questions that he did not feel at liberty to answer. I called your house just before I came in here to lunch. I didn’t tell them much other than that Tara wrecked her car and that you managed to plow your way through the blizzard to bring her home to us. I’m sure they assume that you brought her here in your truck. I also told them that you were our guest here, and asked them to let you stay with us for a few days. I invited them to come here for Christmas, as a show of our gratitude for them having a son as wonderful as you. They said they would like to talk to you about it, and I promised that you would call them. Would you like to call them now, or do you want to think about all this for a while?”

“Daddy,” Tara said, “I’d like to talk to Seth alone before he calls them. Would that be OK, Seth?”

“Sure, Tara. Do you mind if we excuse ourselves, sir? Ma’am?”

“Perfectly fine with us, son,” Mr. Hawthorne said. “Take all the time you need. I have some follow-up I need to do on our ‘situation,’ anyway, and I should also do some firm-related work. Honey,” he said, turning to Tara’s mother, is that OK with you?”

Tara’s mother said, “Let’s talk about this some more at dinner, around 7:30 this evening.”

Tara and I left the dining room, and I followed her down the hall to the recreation area of the house. When we got to the pool area, we stopped, and Tara motioned for me to sit next to her on a loveseat near the pool.

“Seth, I need to know how you feel about all this.”

I asked, “What exactly are you referring to?”

“Just talk to me. First tell me how you felt last night at the cabin.”

“OK, well, terrified. I didn’t want to believe it, but I was sure those guys wanted to rape you as soon as Zeke started talking about having a ‘party.’ That’s why I stood up to him out at your car. I didn't really think I could take him in a fight, but I didn’t know what else to do. At that point, I was still mad at you for the way you treated me last semester and the way you talked to me when you were trapped in your car, but I felt a moral obligation to do whatever I could to protect you. When I woke up tied up in their cabin, I was desperate to do something, but couldn’t figure out what it could be. That’s why I made you tell me everything that had happened after Zeke knocked me out. I was feeling pretty hopeless, because I was sure they were going to kill us, but I couldn’t just sit there without trying to figure out some way to escape. The way you talked about Merle gave me a little hope, but when he did nothing to stop Zeke from making you strip, I figured we were doomed. I was beside myself because I just couldn’t get myself untied. I really wanted to grab that gun and put all six bullets right in Zeke’s heart. When Merle started fighting with Zeke and you untied me, my hopes soared. I thought we could get out of there, and maybe help Merle too. But when Zeke murdered his own brother, I knew we in deep trouble. I shot him to disable him so we could get away, figuring that if he didn’t bleed to death, the cops would put him away for life. When you torched the cabin, I was, frankly, a little horrified at your actions, but I tried to imagine what I would have done if I had been in your place. I knew you were terrified, humiliated, and had narrowly escaped the most hideous violation a woman can experience, especially knowing that you would be killed afterward. I’m at peace now with what you did. With where your head and your heart were at the time, I’m not sure you had any choice but to do what you did.”

“Oh Seth,” Tara sobbed, “you don’t know how much that means to me. I needed to hear you say that you understood. I was in such a state of shock that I was, in some ways, unable to form rational thoughts. When Zeke rammed his fingers inside me and got ready to enter me, I sort of snapped. It was so surreal. I was almost outside of myself, experiencing the whole situation not only as a victim but also as a spectator. I don’t know how to put it into words. I guess that now I have to work on coming to grips with it, convincing myself to forgive myself for what I did. Can you ever forgive me, Seth?”

“Tara, I already have. I’m pretty sure that what you did would not even stand up in court as a prosecutable offence. I’m not the most religious person in the world, but I know that God was there, and under the circumstances, He knows that you did what had to be done, and does not blame you for your actions. I know I now only feel gratitude to you for helping to save us. I have forgiven you completely for anything you did last night. In fact, I have forgiven you completely for anything you have ever said or done to me. You are an amazing girl, Tara, someone who should go forward with her head held high.”

Tara grabbed me hard and buried her face in my shoulder. Her wracking sobs shook me to the core. I hugged her tightly, gently stroking her beautiful blond hair, letting her break down with the emotions that had been overwhelming her. After a long time, she pulled back from me so that she could look at me. “I feel so awful for the way I’ve treated you, Seth. Daddy’s right. I can be an insufferable, miserable, bratty, spoiled bitch, and by being that way, I drove away the bravest, noblest, and most sensitive man I’ve ever met. Having you forgive me means more to me than I can tell you.”

It was at that point that she first kissed me. It was not a gentle “just friends” peck, but it was not a kiss of physical passion, either. It felt like a kiss of love, like the kiss of an angel. We kissed each other again and again, and each kiss became a little hotter than the one before. Finally, she broke from my embrace and looked at me with an expression on her face that I couldn’t read. “I remember one thing from last night that, in a different situation, I would have enjoyed,” Tara said.

“What was that?” I asked.

“The look in your eyes when I was getting undressed. I did it slowly to give you more time to untie yourself, but when I saw the way you were looking at me, I wanted to please you. Now I want to see that look in your eyes again,” Tara said.

She stood up and moved a few feet away from me, removed the clip from her hair and shook it loose. Then she started gently swaying in front of me. She slowly slipped off her shoes, and then began to move her hands gradually up and down her body. Still swaying, she turned her back to me and very slowly pulled her sweater up her body and over her head, tossing it onto a nearby chair. When she turned back to face me, I caught the briefest glimpse of a nearly transparent pink bra before she covered the cups with her hands. She sensuously massaged her breasts through the bra for a few moments, then lowered her hands so I could see her nipples straining against the delicate fabric. Never stopping her gentle movement, she lovingly caressed her taut, flat abdomen, her sides, her perfectly proportioned arms, and her lovely shoulders. With torturously slow movements, she pulled the straps down, lowering the bra so that I could barely see the top edges of her small, pink areolas. Then she turned her back to me again, and removed the bra, tossing it on top of her sweater. Her hands ran over her trim, shapely hips and buttocks, finally finding and lowering the zipper of her skirt. She allowed it to drop to the floor, displaying her sexy, tight ass covered by tiny boy-short panties made of the same sheer pink material. When she turned to face me again, she gave me a full view of her full, perky tits with their erect nipples. Still dancing, she worked her panties off her hips, allowing me to see the moisture already glistening between her puffy, bare labia. She kicked the skirt and panties to the side and glided to me.

“I want to undress you too, Seth. I want you to make love to me. Stand up and let me do everything for you. I don’t want you to move a muscle. I just want to make you feel good.” She kissed my lips, my eyes, everywhere on my face. She removed my jacket and tie, and then slowly unbuttoned my shirt. As each button came free, she kissed the newly exposed area of my chest and stomach. After my shirt was off, she carefully draped my clothes over the chair that held hers. Then she knelt in front of me, lifting my one leg and then the other to remove my shoes and socks. She slowly worked her hands up my legs, lightly caressing them as she went. When she reached my waist, she began kissing my stomach and licking my navel. She palmed my obvious erection through my trousers as she kissed and licked my torso, and then deftly opened my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and removed them, tossing them with the rest of our clothes. When she worked my briefs off my hips, freeing my cock, it sprang up and hit her in the chin. “Seth, you moved a muscle. And what a muscle it is!”

Lightly fondling my balls, she licked the underside of my shaft until a drop of pre-cum appeared. She smiled at me and said, “I want to have you in my mouth for a little while. I don’t want you to cum there this time, though, because I need you inside me. If I get carried away, please stop me, because the first time you cum with me I want it do be deep in my pussy. OK, baby?”

With the way she looked, and the way she made love to my manhood, it took everything I had not to just blow my load when she started moving her mouth back and forth on my cock. I had had good blowjobs before, but none of them had felt like this. Was she really that skilled, or was it my rapidly growing feelings for this goddess kneeling before me, worshipping my penis with her mouth? I couldn’t decide, but I soon realized I had to stop her before I drowned her in cum.

“Tara, honey, stop! I’m going to cum big-time if you don’t stop now!”

She pulled back and smiled up at me. “Oh my God, Seth, you taste good. And doing that to you made me so wet! Please make love to me. Please make me cum. I need it so much!”

I helped her to her feet and pulled her to me. I realized that, other than holding her hand at college this past fall, and the kisses we had shared a few minutes earlier, this was the first time I had touched her. I held her close, leaning down to kiss her. Our tongues danced as our mutual passion grew. I could feel her hard nipples grinding into my chest. I caressed her hair, her shoulders, her beautiful back, and her lovely, firm ass. We held ourselves so tightly to each other that I felt like my body would weld itself to hers with our heat.

I picked her up and carried her to a lounge chair and laid her down carefully. I was transfixed with her beauty and couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare at her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever known, now was my chance to make love to her, but I was so awestruck with her beauty that I couldn’t move. I stared at her gorgeous face, her toned body, her fabulous breasts, her moist, puffy lips, and her long, shapely legs. Finally, a sigh escaped my lips, with a single word: “Wow!”

Tara giggled and said, “You’re silly! I was thinking the same thing, looking up at you. But I want to do much more than look. I need to have you touch me, I need to have you on me, in me, possessing me. Come to me now, lover.”

I lay down next to her and began to kiss her again. Although I knew I could have just rammed myself inside her and gotten the relief she made me need so desperately, I wanted to really make love to her. I bathed her face and neck in soft little kisses while gently massaging her breasts. I worked my lips down her throat and slowly kissed her one nipple. It was hard as a stone, and I sucked and nibbled it carefully, while lightly pinching the other nipple. After a while, I changed sides, and took as much of that beautiful breast as I could into my mouth, licking the areola, and drawing down on her nipple. I could smell the remnants of her vanilla body wash on her moistened skin, which blended beautifully with the sweet, musky smell of her arousal.

Resuming my southward trip, I trailed light kisses down her belly until I could lick the prominence of her one hipbone. From there, I kissed and nibbled down the front of her thigh to her knee, then back up the inside of that thigh to just below her pussy. The sweet aroma of her excitement was driving me insane. I by-passed her sex and moved to the top of her thigh, across her lower abdomen to the other hip and repeated my path on this leg. When I got to the top, I slowly parted her thighs with my hands to expose her pussy. Her puffy, smooth outer lips were shiny with her fluid, and the drenched pink inner folds were visible. Her clit had begun to protrude from its hood. With just the tip of my tongue, I licked the length of one of her outer labia and then the other. Her breathing was very heavy now, and I could hear soft moans coming from deep in her chest. I kept this up for awhile, enjoying the sounds she was making and the taste of the fluids she was producing. Finally, I parted her outer lips and licked her center from near her little pink pucker to just short of her clit. With each lick, I plunged my tongue deeper inside her, making her moan and squirm more with each pass I made. Finally, without warning, I touched the tip of my tongue to her now fully engorged clit. She sucked in a big breath and held it as I began to suck on her clit. After a few seconds, she let out a sobbing wail, and began to spasm with the first orgasm of what I hoped would be several. As she writhed and shook, I struggled to keep contact with her pussy, but her reaction made it well worth the effort.

Finally, her orgasm had passed. I lifted my head to look deep into her lovely eyes.

“I need you inside me right now, Seth. I don’t care if you want to make slow tender love to me or if you want to use me like a sex toy, as long as you fuck me right now!” she said.

I moved up so I could rub the head of my cock against her pussy, mixing my pre-cum with her juices. Then I slowly began to enter her. She was very tight, and it took a lot of gentle thrusting to work my length fully inside her wet velvet vice. When I had bottomed out, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and we began the timeless dance of lovers. At first, we moved slowly, savoring each second of our joining. The soft moans of pleasure she was making soon caused me to up the tempo of our copulation, which made her push her hips up to meet my thrusts. When I shifted my position to I could suck on her nipples again, she began to writhe in earnest. Almost at once, I felt a great increase in her moisture, and she began to buck wildly beneath and around me, giving herself up to another soul-shaking orgasm. I held myself as deep inside her as possible, letting her ride it out.

When she had recovered, she whispered in my ear, “Now fuck me hard, Seth. Fuck me as hard as you’ve ever fucked anyone. I want to feel you cum as deep inside me as you can.”

I was happy to oblige and began pumping her like my survival depended on it. Soon we were both drenched with sweat, and I felt a tremendous seething deep in my sack. Tara knew it was coming, because she could feel my dick swelling even larger inside her. “Yes, Seth, yes, I want it so much. Cum in me, baby, cum in me!” As I let loose, she dug her fingers into my shoulders and crushed my back with her heels, experiencing her own orgasm.

We lay there, still joined, trying to return our breathing to normal. I kissed her again and again, inhaling the soft, wonderful scent of her hair and the intoxicating smell of our combined lust. What had transpired between us in the last twenty-four hours was more than I could comprehend. Where would we go from here?

Terror in the Snowstorm - Resolution

After I had gone soft in Tara’s beautiful pussy, I reluctantly withdrew and cuddled up next to her on the lounge chair.

“Seth, do you believe in sudden love?” Tara asked.

“What do you mean by sudden love?”

“It’s the only way I can express it. What I feel for you can’t be called love at first sight, since I spent most of this past semester trying to ignore you because I didn’t think you were good enough for me. We grew up in completely different economic and social situations. My family is old-money rich, and my parents both earn enough money now to have this mansion, our staff, a yacht, and all the other trappings of wealth without touching even the interest from their investments and inheritances, let alone the principle. I could live in outlandish luxury for my entire life without ever earning a penny on my own.

“You, on the other hand, are lower working class. I took one look at that contrast between ourselves and dismissed you completely. I actually went out of my way to belittle you and to be mean to you. Even last night, when you found me in my wrecked car, I was really nasty to you when all you were trying to do was help me. I confess that I even enjoyed knowing that my attitude irritated you. It was my snobby bitch persona trying to convince me that I was better than you. After the last twenty-four hours, everything has completely changed. Suddenly, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

I lay there, looking at her perfect face and her perfect nude body. I remembered everything about every encounter we had ever had, from the first time I saw her at the beginning of the semester, through our light flirtations during the first few days I knew her, the disdain she showed me after she found out we were different, the terror we had survived last night, the meetings with her parents, right up to this moment when her juices were drying on my face and my cock, and a small drip of my cum was leaking from her vaginal opening. I struggled to express myself.

“Tara, I don’t know what to say. I’ve think I’ve always wanted to love you from the moment I first saw you. It was probably pretty obvious to you, since I don’t have much of a poker face. When you shut me down, it hurt me pretty badly, but, as I already told you, that’s in the past. I have never been one to live in the past, and I don’t want to start doing that now. Right at this second, I want to let myself fall in love with you, but I don’t want to be hurt again. I told you how devastated I was this past summer when my ex-girlfriend cheated on me with a guy I had thought was a good friend. I’m not dwelling on that anymore, and I’m certainly not comparing you to her, because that would be unfair, and I’m not that sort of person. But, I have to ask myself if what we both seem to be feeling isn’t colored by our relief at having survived our experience with Zeke. If that’s all it is, and I hope it’s not, these feelings will wear off. One or both of us will want to move on alone. It will be easier on both of us if we don’t let our feelings get carried away too quickly. I don’t ever want to hurt you, but I’m going to have to ask you to let us just live in the moment for now. I can’t let myself tell you that I love you right now. Please, Tara, can we let our feelings flow and grow naturally? Can you deal with that without hating me?”

Tara smiled at me, then almost laughed. “Men! Now I know why my parents like you so much. You’re so analytical and logical, just like my Dad. He never does anything without dissecting and examining it, mulling it over, formulating a plan of discovery and action, and then executing his plan meticulously. That’s why he’s so good at the practice of law. He makes intelligent, informed decisions about every case presented to him. He rejects the ones he doesn’t think have merit, and then throws his entire being into the ones he believes can be won. He’s never lost a case, you know. Never.”

Tara continued, “In your own way, you’re just like him. I love him completely. He is my hero, almost a god in my eyes. I can just imagine him saying the same things you just said. I agree with you. You’re right. What we seem to be feeling may be sort of an adrenalin crash or something. A lot of me thinks there’s way more to it than that, but if we want to be true to ourselves, we should just take this one day at a time. I don’t like it, but I understand that it’s for the best. At the very least, though, we’ll always have today. If it never goes any farther, I can make myself accept that. I want you to know, though, that the last twenty-four hours have changed me for the better.”

“How?” I asked.

“You’ve made me realize how selfish and immature I’ve been. My parents didn’t raise me to be a snob. They tried to teach me by example to be generous and accepting of others. Remember what I told you about my volunteer work at the children’s hospital. I really enjoyed that. I got to appreciate those poor, damaged, desperately ill kids. I learned to see beauty and love in them. Thank God I did, since that’s the only reason I was able to see the basic, childlike good in poor Merle. He gave his life trying to save me, simply because I was nice to him and listened to him. The poor bastard didn’t have two nickels to rub together, but he gave me the biggest, most valuable gift anyone could ever give.

“You, too, have shown me compassion and love I had almost allowed myself to forget existed. You insisted on rescuing me from the blizzard, even though I had tried for months to hate you for being ‘lower class.’ You tried to fight off Zeke, knowing full well you were going to lose. You tried to find a way for me to escape being raped by him, and to save my life. You would have had a much better chance of your own survival if you had turned your back on me or if you had joined him in humiliating and raping me. But your soul is too pure and full of love to let you do that. You’re like my parents. You give of yourself. You’re protecting me even now, by forcing me not to rush my romantic feelings for you.

“I see now that my sorority sisters almost ruined me. I let them become role models for me. They are all shallow, materialistic, spoiled princesses. I have the money to be accepted by them, and I allowed them to re-shape my personality in their image. They made me forget what’s really important in the world - love, compassion, sharing, and family.”

“Speaking of family,” I said, “I need to call mine. And we need to get cleaned up and dressed for dinner with yours.” Reluctantly, we got dressed. Watching Tara put her clothes on was almost as erotic for me as it had been watching her take them off.

“Dinner is at 7:30,” Tara said. We’ll shower and dress. I’ll meet you at 6:00 in the great room and you can make your phone call. We’ll just hang out and talk afterwards until dinner is ready.”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.

“After dinner, I’ll give you a complete tour of the house. I’ll even show you a way to get to my apartment that you can use without anyone seeing you, if you like. I’d really like to repeat what we just did, in love or not.”

Obviously, I agreed!

At precisely 6:00, Tara found me in the great room. I was dressed in one of my new suits, and she was wearing a beautiful, simple, knee-length cocktail dress that complemented, but didn’t flaunt, her beautiful body. At the same time, we looked at each other and said, “Wow, you look great!” Then we laughed. Sara said, “Look, Seth, your tie matches my dress. That Lawrence! He knows this is one of my favorite dinner dresses. It’s no accident that your tie matches.”

“You think he planned this?”

“Of course he did. He does that to Dad all the time. He finds out what Mom is going to wear when they go out, and he chooses Dad’s wardrobe for him to be certain that their colors work together. He’s an incurable romantic. Suzette told me that he thinks we make a beautiful couple.”

“Oh boy,” I groaned. “Now the serving staff is plotting my moves with you.”

“Yeah, you’re pretty much doomed. Anyhow, what are you going to say to your parents?” Tara asked.

“I don’t think I want to tell them everything that happened last night on the phone. I’ll just give them enough information to try to satisfy their curiosity. I’m going to try to get them to come here for Christmas. I think they’ll be OK with that, since we have no living relatives other than each other. Christmas is a pretty simple affair at my house. Since it’s the day after tomorrow, I’m going to try to get them to let me stay here until then, if you think that will be OK with your folks.”

“It’s definitely OK,” Tara said. She took my hand and led me into a small room off the great room where there was a telephone. “Do you want to be alone to call them?”

“No, I wish you would stay,” I answered.

“Do I have to keep my hands to myself? Do I have to keep my clothes on?” Tara asked.

“For the moment, yes. I need to be able to form coherent sentences, and you would make that impossible.”

My Mom answered on the second ring. “Seth, honey, are you OK? We’ve been worried sick about you. A man called early this morning and told us you were staying at a friend’s house, and then her father called and talked to your Dad and said you were fine, but we really wanted to hear your voice.”

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