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"So..what do we do now?" 

"You recover." Wendi looked at me like it should be obvious.  "You guys are both fast healers.  I think it will take about a week."

"But we released the demon.."

"Yeah, but its weak.  Richard viruses are 'attenuated' for vaccines.  Scientists put viruses into the cell line of a resistant animals.  The viruses reproduces in a weakened form.  Those weakened viruses are put into vaccines.  Anna would have beaten the virus if the CDC hadn't grabbed her first."  Wendy looked at me and sighed. "Richard, relax, go to bed."

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The demon existed…   It was an essential element.  Good-bad, right-wrong, love-hate, ying-yang -- without one, the other could not exist.  However, the demo  did not exist in the same manner as a living being.  It was formless, nameless, without a free will.  It could not feel, it could not connect, it could not reproduce.

When animals began to evolve, in the worlds, the demon got clever.  It created the closest thing to a living entity it could.  It created a virus.  Viruses are fragile and can exist for only a short time,  but as a virus it could occupy a living host,  reproduce -- and spread!

The demon assumed the shape of the virus it had created.  Then it mutated -- and Anna picked it up.  But that was a mistake.  It got trapped -- within it's host!

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Janine, go away!  I'm sick." It was a good thing the Piss Club had left.  They had probably gone to get some clothes, and something to eat.  I didn't have much of an appetite at all.

"I'm not Janine.  This is Margaret.  Richard I want to talk."

Margaret?  "I'm sick.  It would be better if we talked on the phone."

"Richard, I want to talk to you in person.  Officer Janine came by the counseling office asking questions about a young woman named 'Anna'.  She said that an 'Anna' told her that this was her room." Margaret's voice shook. "This was my best friend Anna's room."

"Peggy?" Anna said weakly.

"What?!!"

"Wait a second!" I put on sweat pants, and a t-shirt.  I was still very weak, and slow, but Margaret was still there when I opened the door. "Oh no!" I broke into a sweat. I staggered out the door, fell to my knees,  and threw up blood on the carpet 

"Oh Richard, you really are sick!" Margaret looked at me in horror. "I'll call an ambulance."

"No! No! Please.." I lay on the floor trying to regain my senses.

"Peggy?" Anna's weak voice came from our bedroom.

"Anna?!" Margaret took a couple of steps and looked in.

"Peggy.." Anna said weakly, "..you're so old!"

"Anna!" Margaret gasped, "You're alive!  How is this possible?!"

I slowly got to my knees.  "Margaret.. I'll try to explain."

"Wendi, Anna is frozen in some military lab?" 

"Jenni's the seer." Wendi took a sip of beer. "Ask her." 

I could see the points of Jenni's nipples through her shirt. Jenni set down her beer. "You wanna know if Anna's alive?" She unzipped her jeans. "She's dead. But she's one of us."

"What are we?"

Jenni pulled down her jeans and panties, fully exposing her thick hairy black bush. "People have called us witches…., sorcerer's." She squatted, and a thin stream of pee sprayed forward between her legs onto the carpet. "Sometimes it skips generations. It could have been our great grandmother, or our great great grandmother. Once in a great while, it's even.." She pulled a tissue from her jeans pocket. "..a man."

Wendi leafed through an immense, ancient, leather bound book.  

"Is that a Bible?"

"It's our bible" Wendi grinned cryptically. "It's a Grimoire." 

Shari came back into the room and looked over Wendi's shoulder at the book. She kept reaching for her crotch -- and stopping herself. "Fuck!!" Shari pulled her panties down and off in frustration. She threw the wet panties on the floor, lifted her shirt, and turned so I could see her raw hairy dripping pussy. She squatted and a thick stream of pee gushed onto the carpet. "Wendi, why did you have us kiss him, if we couldn't fuck him?"

"You know why." Wendi opened one of my empty desk drawers. "It set things in motion." She pulled down her white lacy panties, and sat on the drawer. There was loud splashing and Wendi smiled with a look of relief. "Richard, we're going to get some stuff, and we'll come back later today to prepare. Tomorrow is Sunday. The lab will be empty. It will be the perfect time for to get Anna.

 

I looked at the wet spots on the carpet after they'd left. If not for that I almost wouldn't believe what had just happened.

I drove into town, got a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken, multiple side dishes, and two large drinks. I drank and ate the whole thing myself in my pickup truck. For some reason I was ravenously hungry -- and thirsty.

Tomorrow we would do it. We would get Anna! What could be so dangerous for me? I headed into the old SEARS building to use the bathroom.  

The SEARS was almost totally vacant. I spotted a young female employee putting clothes on a rack in the woman's department. I could probably.. No, no I couldn't -- No sex!

I walked over to the corner of the store behind some dresses on a rack, unzipped, and peed on the carpet. My cock was just as swollen as earlier, and I had a very noticeable pup tent, but I was so anxious and keyed up that I didn't give a damn.

I headed back to the campus and roamed around the former vet school. Boy talk about bad luck! Who would've thought that it would end like this. I imagined that the professors, and other students, had moved on to other Universities.

 

I found the Piss Club in the dormitory kitchen. Wendi was stirring something simmering on the stove in a large pot. It smelled so bad it made me nauseous.. 

"Richard this will boil down to a concentrate that you will drink when you get there." She set the large stirring spoon down and opened the grimoire on the counter. She reached under her skirt, but stopped suddenly. "The book claims that life begets life, and one person must die for another to be born -- or resurrected."

Wendi gave me a hard look. The dark rings around her eyes scared me, but the look in her eyes scared me even more... "It's your choice. Richard, who do you want to kill?"

A sinking feeling weighed me down. "Well.. I have to kill somebody? Are you fucking serious?" 

"Richard, how about the guy you got into a fight with?" Jenni suggested.

"I don't even know his name."

"His name is Leonard Reynolds." Jenni spoke without emotion. "He calls himself "Little Hitler."

"What? Do I have to go to his cell, and kill him?!"

"Not exactly." Wendi answered.

"He's going to be released on bail in a couple of days if you don't do it." Jenni said seriously. "He draws power from the same demon that took Anna. It's incredible that you beat him."

"I almost didn't.." My heart beat harder. Was Jenni telling me the truth? "I thought it was a virus that killed Anna."

"The virus is a demon." Jenni said stoically.

"Okay.." I nodded, "Let's do it."

"Richard," Wendi grinned perversely, "Take off your clothes. It's time to baptise you into our.."

"Coven?" I suggested.

"Our group!" Wendi snickered.

They had me strip naked, and sit on the floor, in the middle of the lobby. They placed a circle of candles around me, took off their own clothes, and turned out the lights.

They chatted something in a weird foreign language, as they swayed and nakedly danced around me. It made my head swim. The last things I remembered were their hairy pussies, and their pee hitting me in the face and hair..

I awoke alone on the lobby floor in the center of the candles. The sun was bright, and a cool breeze blew through the large broken window. My cock was rock hard, but I still needed to pee, so I added a wet spot to the carpet.

It was almost eleven o'clock. I threw on some sweats, and headed into town. I decided to drive through the McDonalds. My hard-on was even bigger than the day before. I sure as hell wasn't going to walk around in public with such a huge hard-on.

I was so sexually over-stimulated that I could barely think. I ate back at the dorm and took a nap. Around eight o'clock the Piss Club woke me from my nap. They were dressed in brown robes.  

Wendi had me strip naked, and she put a robe on me too. "Richard, do you have Skype on your phone?"

"Yeah.."

"Have you ever used it?" Wendi asked urgently.

"Yeah, a couple of times.."

"Great! We'll use Skype."

"You're not coming?"

"No." Wendi shook her head. "But we've drawn you a map." She handed it to me.

The lobby was absolutely full of candles, and the smell of strong incense filled the air. "Take this with you." Wendi handed me a horrible smelling thermos.

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The second I got into my pickup the smell of the thermos started to overwhelm me. The smell was so bad that it almost caused me to pass out before I was even halfway there. I stopped to get a little fresh air, and I puked up all of my lunch..

The map took me down a wide dirt road that bordered a farm. There was a tall military looking fence to my left. I stopped next to a grassy clearing near the fence. The thick tangle of blackberries under the trees, on the other side of the fence looked almost impenetrable.

I opened the Skype app on my phone. "Wendi, I'm here."

"Okay Richard, take off the gown, and your sandals." I could see that Wendi, and the others, were naked.

"Wendi, how am I going to get through that naked?" I pointed the phone at the brambles and the underbrush.

"You won't." Wendi answered vaguely. "Set up the candles in a circle around yourself and repeat after us." She spoke very carefully, and I did my best to copy her. It honestly felt a bit hokey.. "Okay! Now pour the concentrate into the lid and drink it."

"Oh gawd!" I gasped as I opened the thermos. The pewtrid smell made me feel like I'd just been sucker punched. "Do I have to drink all of it?"

"Drink it all!" Wendi yelled. She was losing her temper. "And do it fast!"

"Okay.." I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Here it goes!" The moment the foul smelling bitter liquid touched my throat my whole body was filled with searing pain. "Oh gawd oh gawd Wendi. What the fuck?! I feel so bad.." The ground came up and hit me hard. I lay unable to move. "Is this.." I barely managed the words. "..poisonous?" I was slipping in and out of consciousness... I was dying.

 

One second I was lying on a cold floor, the next I was gone, a little later I was back. I struggled to focus my eyes, but to no avail -- everything was a blur. All I knew was that I was in a building, and 'It' was here. 'It' was calling to me..  

 I struggled to my knees. I was way to dizzy to stand. The blurry room seemed to be moving on me. Doing things when you're healthy is easy, doing things when you are sick is tough -- but this was ridiculous. I had never felt so sick in my life.  

Was I dead? I was basically blind. Terrible fear gripped me as I made my way towards 'It'. I staggered past blurred forms I assumed were people. I assumed they couldn't see me but I was so sick i didn't have the energy to care.

I tried to steady myself on the 'wall' and fell through a couple of swinging doors. There was something in front of me -- a table? 'It' lay in a blurred form on top.  

"I am so cold!" Anna cried out painfully.  

I had to do something! Anna was with 'It', or 'It' was with her.. I grabbed ahold of the table and somehow made it to my feet.

I leaned against the table literally frozen with fear. Was this Anna? Was this the trick of a trapped demon -- to get me to help it?

"Richard?"

Something was pulling me away from 'It'. I swung limp arms on top of 'It', and grasped clumsily. The table tipped and the body fell on top of me.

I hung onto the body as sonething ripped me away from reality.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!" Leonard pleaded. I had to do it.. but it felt horrible. It was a sickening gut wrenching experience. I killed Leonard.

 

Anna lay on top of me on the cold rocky ground. I was so cold, and so sick.. Sweat covered my body. I turned my head to the side and puked so hard that I puked blood.  

'It' squirmed mightily on top of me. "AAAAiIIIEEE!" A black figure rose out of Anna's body and extended its bat-like wings. "AAAAiIIIEEEEE!" It flapped away.

"I am so cold!" Anna began shaking violently. She was just as naked and vulnerable as me.

"If we can get to the car than maybe we will make it." I tried to sit up but only rolled Anna off of me.

Anna half crawled, half dragged herself across the ground towards my pickup truck.

I somehow managed to get to my knees but a wave of nausea washed over me. The ground came up and hit me blindingly hard in the face. I regained consciousness when i began to choke on the acidic vomit and blood in my throat.  

I went back to crawling. It was the single most difficult feat of my life. Every inch of progress was a victory. It was like a marathon but somehow we made it to the pickup. The sound of an engine was the last thing i remembered. 

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HONK!!! 

Jenni fell against Anna and me, and knocked us against the door.. Her naked body was warm -- unlike ours..

"Wendi, watch what you're fucking doing!" Jenni screamed. "You just ran a fucking red light!"

"Who gives a shit!" Wendi yelled back. She was just as naked as the rest of us.

WEE! WEE! WEE! The sound of police sirens followed us.

SKREEEECH! A car went skidding past us.

HONNKKK!!

WEE! wee! wee! The sirens diminished

"Shari's nuts! Are they trying to get themselves killed?!" Jenni screamed.

"That was close!" Wendi gasped. "I hope they get away!"

"What is this? A fucking horse trail?"

"Relax this pickup is four wheel drive!"

"It's not really meant for off-road.." The three of us fell forward into the dash.  

"I'm doing the best I can!" Wendi protested. "Richard you set off an alarm back there!"

"Turn right! Turn right!" Jenni yelled. 

"Okay! Okay! Where does this go?"

"Back to the highway." Jenni sounded relieved.

Wendi snickered, "How do you know?" 

"I just do."

"Here Richard, drink this." Jenni lifted a plastic bottle.

"What is it?"

"Gatorade."

I drank some, and then Jenni held the bottle to Anna's lips. She opened her eyes and drank.

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The flapping of drapes woke me. Anna was in bed with me sleeping soundly. Across from us Wendi, Jenni, Shari, and Laia were sleeping in a pile on the bed near the window, dressed in their brown robes.  

I slowly got to my feet. I was really dizzy, and weak, but I could walk. I made it out to the lobby and peed on the wall.

"Richard!" Wendi was awake. "How are you? How do you feel?"

"Like shit. I have a hell of a headache. Was that potion I drank last night poisonous?"

"Very. You're going to be sick for a while."

"That's okay." I looked over at Anna asleep in our bed. I had never been so sick, and felt so happy, in all my life.

 

 

I skipped my classes and drove north up the valley. I drove a full thirty miles but I didn't see any sign of a military base. The thick evergreen woods made it impossible to see much. I even bought a map, but it didn't show a military base. I searched the satellite pictures on my phone. There were buildings that could have been a lab, but were probably just warehouses.

I had cold pizza and beer for dinner, and went to bed early.

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Anna cuddled up against me in bed. "Richard if I'm dead, than how can you see me? How can Officer Janine see me? How can Wendi, and her whole group see me?"

"I don't know. They're going to explain everything to me tomorrow."

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I found Johnny, eating breakfast by himself in the dining hall.   

I sat down next to him. "This place is practically empty. Where is everybody?"

"They went home for the weekend." Johnny shrugged, "I guess they were feeling a little homesick. He gave me a funny look. "So Richard…..where exactly do you live?" 

"Well.." 

A cute blonde sat down next to Johnny.

Johnny grinned, "Rich, this is my friend Patricia." He turned to her. "I was just asking Richard where he lives."

Patricia appeared amused, "People have been talking.. they think you're squatting in the old 'vet school' up the canyon."

"I'm not squatting. The brilliant dorm counselors put me in the dorm up there."

Patricia smirked, "I hear it's haunted."

"Yeah!" I snickered, "The ghosts keep me company.."  

Janine sat down next to me, dressed in uniform. 

"Well hello Janine, meet Johnny, and Patricia."

"Officer Janine.." 

"Okay.. Officer.."

"Richard, did you sleep with Anna last night?"

I made a face, "What?"

Patricia, and Johnny, gave me a funny look.

Janine rolled her eyes "Do either of you know Richard's girlfriend Anna?"

Johnny and Patricia both shook their heads.

"Look, she's just a friend."

"That he lives with." Janine cut in. "I've gotta go, but I am going to get to the bottom of this."

Patricia smirked, "Is Anna really your girlfriend?"

"No." I glanced at a cute little brunette standing by the cash register. "Janine heard a rumor and decided that I had a secret girlfriend.." The brunette wasn't overweight but there was a fullness to her thighs, and hips, that I loved. Her form fitting jeans accentuated her perfect little mound. I struggled to remember what I was saying. "..that I was living with...

Please, you guys, keep this whole thing quiet. I think Janine's a little crazy. I've gotta get going! I'll see you guys later."

I hurried outside. I had to get outta there! There were times that I went truly crazy. There were times that my sex drive was insane. Like the time I'd grabbed and kissed a cheerleader, from the opposing football team. Of course it had resulted in a fight..

I felt myself growing hard as I rode back to my dormitory. Was sex really such a bad thing? Maybe I could have sex with Wendi? Or Shari? Laia was a little hottie, and Jenni was cute as hell!

I parked my bike in the rack and locked it. Nobody was around, but why take chances?

My hard-on increased as I entered the dormitory. I stopped. There was a large wet spot and tissue on the carpet in front of me. I had a vision of Wendi squatting and peeing on the carpet. I was going to fuck her! I was going to fuck her so hard!

As I headed up the stairs I noticed a long wet streak on the carpet, and another tissue. Shari! I would fuck her too!

In the hallway was a third carpet puddle, and tissue. Laia! Oh yeah, I would fuck her for sure!

I looked at the couch, in the lobby, and the wet spot that extended down onto the carpet, and the tissue. Jenni? Hell yeah.

I unzipped my jeans to lesson the pressure, then I unlocked my door.

"We've been waiting for you." Wendi lay on her side on my bed, dressed in a grey skirt, and black blouse. Laia lay on the opposite bed in form fitting shorts, and a red lacy bra . Between them Jenni sat in my chair in tight jeans and a pink t-shirt -- no bra. Shari sat on the desk dressed in only a large t-shirt and white panties.

Shari eyed my crotch, and began rubbing herself.

"Shari.. stop that." Wendi groaned. 

"Ahh!" Shari made a face and curled her fingers like claws. "This is fucking stupid!" She hopped down from the desk and eyed my bulging. "Ahh!" She ran out into the lobby, and there was a loud crash of breaking glass.  

Wendi rolled her eyes, "Shari breaks things when she's frustrated."

I felt so sexually overstimulated that I felt like I was in a hazy dream. I pulled my swollen cock out of my jeans and began peeing on the carpet right in front of them. It was weird but it gave me a much needed pervy sexual thrill.

Laia smirked. "Richard, no sex, or masterbation today or tomorrow. We have to save our energy."

"He's going to die anyway." Shari said from behind me. "I'll fuck his brains out, and we can do this next weekend."

"No." Wendi shook her head. "It won't be any easier then. Let's do it now."

"Has anybody ever lived?" Jenni asked.

Wendi made a face. "Anna is different. Richard's got a good chance."

"So you're saying that there's a chance!" Laia laughed lustily.

"What are we talking about doing?" I looked at Wendi nervously.

"We're going to ressurect Anna."

 

I left the University Police Office feeling anxious. Boy the little encounter with Anna had really gotten Janine worked up. When it came to obscenities Janine could hold her own with the guys I'd worked with in the trades. I had to find Wendi..

The libraries fourth floor was deserted, and there weren't any new puddles. Where could they be? In class? Probably.. I was too keyed up to go to my own. I would just buy the notes. I climbed on my bike and headed for the School of Veterinary Sciences. 

A police cruiser was parked outside the dormitory. "Janine?!" I called out as I entered. No answer. I headed upstairs. 

"Janine!" I found her trying keys in my lock. 

"These keys don't work."

"I know." I unlocked the door. "The key they gave me didn't work so I busted the old doornob off and replaced it with one I had in my truck.  

They left the sheets and blankets out here in the lobby. I think I was the first person to enter this room in years.

Come on in, I'll give you a tour."

Janine followed me in. "She's homeless isn't she?

"What?"

"Your girlfriend Anna. Richard.. you called her by name. You know her!"

"Yeah.. I know her.. a little.... Look, I don't know why she ran. I will talk to her when I see her."

"Richard you do know that homeless women, like Anna, who are a little crazy, are dangerous."

"Janine, are you trying to convince yourself? You know there's something else going on here."

Janine studied me. "Richard you're not even bruised."

"Yeah, I know. I heal really fast."

"Richard, I'm going to be keeping an eye on things here." Janine walked towards the stairwell. "Watch yourself!" 

I watched from the window as Janine drove off.

I unzipped my jeans and aimed my cock at the center of the lobby. My pee splashed noisily on the carpet, but somehow I wasn't particularly concerned about anyone seeing or hearing me.  

Who was Anna? What was the story here? I decided to drive into town and get some pizza and beer -- maybe a whole case of beer.

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Anna cuddled up against me with sadness in her eyes. "Am I a crazy homeless woman? I can't remember things, I don't know what's real and not anymore."

"Who are you?"

"I don't really know." Anna whispered. "I need to feel you. You can take off everything but my underwear."

"Okay, I agreed." I could sense Anna's hunger. It was even stronger than mine.

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"Richard I saw you in the back of a police car yesterday." Johnny joined me for breakfast.

"Yeah.."

"What did you do?!"

"I stopped a guy from kidnapping a girl." That was sort of what happened.

"Did you get him good?!"

"Yeah… but he was a lot better fighter than I expected."

Johnny laughed, "Richard, you're crazy."

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Majoring in Business made sense for me but the business classes were the most boring classes I had ever taken.

I saw Brandon and Shui, in the Student Union, at lunch, but we kept our distance. I just ate by myself and kept an eye out for Wendi, and her group -- whom I had affectionately named 'The Piss Club'. They never made an appearance.

After my last class I headed for the library. I immediately spotted The Piss Club in a back corner of the fourth floor. They looked so innocent from a distance that it was hard to believe my own memories.

One of the girls on the opposite side of the table stood as I approached. She was the shortest in the group so I couldn't really see what she was doing but she appeared to be unfastening her pants. She squatted almost out of sight as I grew near.

Wendi, and the other two visible girls at the table looked at me with complete composure despite the sound of liquid spraying on the carpet. "Richard, we've been waiting for you." Wendi smiled.

The tall girl, 'Shari?', rose first, followed by Jenni, and Wendi. They were around me, rubbing, touching, feeling, kissing, before I knew what had happened. I felt myself growing hard as Jenni and Wendi rubbed my crotch while kissing me.

"Wait! What are you guys doing?" I saw the other girl, "Laia?" rise from behind the table.

Shari put a finger to her lip. "Shhh!" Wendi, and Jenny stepped back. Shari wrapped her arms around me and kissed me feverushly on the lips.

"My turn!" Laia took Shari's place and blinded me with a kiss.

 I caught my breath when the girls took a break from kissing to rub me. "You guys are crazy!" I managed.

"Richard, you want to know about Anh?" Wendi asked.

"Yeah.."

"We'll come by your place Saturday, and explain everything.

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"Anna, you're the one who left me the flowers, aren't you?" I cuddled her close.

"Yeah." Anna smiled self-consciously. "I saw you on campus. I had a crush on you."

"I had a crush on you too." I took off Anna's shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were hard and erect. We hugged and kissed completely topless.

"It's not enough." Anna sighed.

"No.."

"You want to feel me like you felt the girls in the 'Piss Club'.."

"Yeah.." 

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I forgot to set my alarm clock and I woke late on Friday. I went out to the lobby to pee and spotted an old beige four door Chevy parked out front.  

I dressed quickly and ran downstairs. An old lady placing flowers under the School of Veterinary Sciences sign.

"Hi!" I greeted her. "I'm Richard, I live here."

"Hi, I'm Betty Brown." She frowned, "Are you the caretaker here?"

"No.. no.. I'm just staying in one of the rooms in the old dormitory."

"I can't believe they'd let you stay there.."

"What's wrong with the dormitory?"

"Don't you know what happened here?"

"No.. I only know that they closed the school."

"My husband Bill, was the head of the School of Veterinary Sciences.." She looked at the sign. "It was a new school, and it was really exciting." She wiped the tears out of her eyes. "A young student named Anh Lai -- we called her 'Anna' -- was treating a sick horse, when somehow the virus mutated, and infected her.

Bill went to see Anna and he got the virus too. It killed him quickly, but Anna hung on.

The CDC evacuated the whole school." She shook her head, "There were rumors... People said that Anna was taken away alive... I heard that her body was frozen in a military lab about twenty miles north of here."

"When did it happen?"

"A little over twenty years ago. In August of two-thousand twenty-one."

 

NOTE. This story has naughty peeing, and golden showers (female on male).  It is not a continuation of the story I started -- called simply "The Piss Club".  This story is quite different, but was inspired by that story.

 

THE PISS CLUB (Reimagined)

 

"You're going to love Kendall!" The blonde woman behind the counter smiled to the slim guy in front of me. "There's a lot of engineering majors in the dorm."

"Thank you." He took the papers, and left quietly.

The blonde woman grinned to the taller older brunette woman behind the counter. "He was so cute!" She looked at me and frowned, "How may I help you?"

"I need to get a dorm room."

She gave me stern look.  "The dormitories are full."  She held up a list of names.

"Yeah well maybe I am one of the names on that list. I signed up, and paid, months ago.  I got this in the mail." I held up the paper that listed my dormitory and room. "But when I tried to check in they told me I was signed up for Winter quarter instead of Fall."

She shrugged her shoulders, "Well then that must be what you signed up for."

"I paid for the full year!  I got a full years meal card, and parking permit!"

"So?"

"So how is there going to be a space for me Winter quarter if there isn't any now!?"

"I don't know.." She snickered. ".. you tell me."

"I don't know!  That's why I'm asking you!  Can I at least get the money refunded?"

"I doubt it."

"Aren't refunds handled here?!"

A bearded counselor came out of an office. "What is your name?"

"Richard Gibson.."

"Mr Gibson, I would like to have a word with you."

"Okay.." I followed him into his office.

He faced me with folded arms, "I am Keith Overton, head of counselling. Don't you ever talk to Kim like that again!"

"What did I say? I think there was a misunderstanding."

"Just close your trap for a minute and hear me out!"

"Okay.."

"I don't EVER want to see you come in here and raise your voice again!  Is that understood?"

"Yes sir.."

"Listen to me!  This mess is nobodies fault but your own.  You are going to have real problems in life until you learn how to handle your affairs in a responsible adult like manner!" 

Responsible?  What was I supposed to do?

He glared at me.  "Now I would like you to leave."

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The huge brick campus buildings gave the University real atmosphere.  I sat down on a bench to take everything in. Blondes! Brunettes! Some tall, some medium, some short.  Some of the girls had full shapely hips, others were slim.  Some had big full breasts, others were almost flat chested.

A shapely little Asian girl caught my attention.  She had long shiny jet black hair.  She glanced at me and I instantly looked up at a gargoyle perched on the corner of the building.  Cool! The University buildings were certainly built in a different time.  

I looked back down and the beautiful girl was gone. Her long long shiny black hair reminded me of old images of Polynesian women.

Tomorrow I would take a second shot at the dormitory counselling office.  If they weren't going to find me a room then I was going to get the money refunded -- one way or the other!

"Well.." I sighed to myself. "It looks like I am going to have to spend the night at the overpriced University Inn.. "

I continued across campus and caught a glimpse of my crush head into the open door of the huge gothic main library.

I took a breath and followed.  Why not check out the library? 

 

The library appeared to be absolutely deserted.  It was dead quiet.  Low dark red carpet that muffled the sounds of foot traffic.  

Maybe she was in the 'Reading Room'?  I wandered inside.  It reminded me of a church with its huge gothic stained glass windows, and vaulted ceiling.  It was totally empty.

I searched the first floor, the second floor, the third floor... Where was everybody? The view from the third floor was pretty good.  Time to try the fourth.

The fourth floor was disappointing.. No windows!  Instead of incredible views of the campus it felt claustrophobic.  I heard a muffled guys voice and headed between the bookcases. 

My Asian crush was down at the end of the aisle!  Right in front of me a taller shapely Asian girl -- in grey legging shorts, and a man's white button down shirt --  was  searching for a book.  I looked down and saw a large wet spot on the carpet.  A moist piece of tissue lay in the center.  Had she just.. peed on the carpet?!  

I looked up without raising my head. She eyed me with amusement and curled her tongue. My heart pounded madly.   I escaped around the end of the bookcase. 

Down the next aisle an Asian girls was kissing an Asian guy.  It got weird when a second Asian girl joined in.  Around the next corner I saw a petite Asian girl, wearing glasses, squatting with her jeans down.  I caught a glimpse of her hairy pussy.  Oh my gawd, how could she have such nerve?!  I instinctively hurried on past to give her privacy.  

I saw my crush head into the stairwell.  I chased after her but there was no sign of her on the stairs.  It was like she'd vanished into thin air… Time to go and get a hotel room.

 

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I opened the door and looked at the room that had just cost me over one hundred dollars.

"Great.." I sighed out loud as I unzipped.  I pulled my limp cock out of my jeans and took aim.  "I am going to spend a fortune on hotel rooms if I don't get my dormitory problem resolved." I urinated down the side of the dresser.  "Why am I suddenly obsessed with Asian girls?"  I sure as hell wasn't going to discuss it with the dorm counselors!

Maybe I would get some pizza at the hotels restaurant, take a shower, and get to bed.

 

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What's that?" I unhooked the bag of red roses from my cars mirror.  There was a card inside. On the cover it read; "I know we've never met, and I might not be your type -- at all.. but I sort of like you.  You're all that I think about…  I want you so bad!  Maybe, just maybe, we'll meet!" Inside it read; "FROM: It's a secret. TO: The man with the eyes of a god."

"Dude, you got a secret admirer?" Some guy looked over my shoulder.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Hell of some fine ladies here!" He said enthusiastically.

"It's a little intimidating." I laughed.

"What the hell are talking about? It's a fucking dream come true!  His expression changed.  "Are you a virgin?"

"No!" I lied.

 

I opened my eyes and looked around the dark hotel room.  What was I doing here?

 

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The middle aged brunette woman who worked the counter in the counselling office was actually quite reasonable, but she couldn't issue me a refund..  Ultimately that decision fell upon the shoulders of the counsellors -- whom I had already met.   I was told to come back on Monday -- the first day, of the first week…. of classes.

 

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The bright morning sun woke me to my second morning in the University Inn.

I walked over to the window and aimed my cock at the drapes.  I played my stream around as I urinated down the drapes with perverse satisfation.  I shook it off on the carpet, gave the end a little squeeze, and looked outside.  Below me was the University Quad.  It was a Saturday morning, but there were groups of students clustered together on the concrete benches.  There was a good sized group of Asians, a small group of blacks, and several other groups of white Caucasian guys -- probably fraternities.  

It was interesting how people segregated themselves in racial groups.  Back in Iowa, there were only a couple of Asians, blacks, and Hispanics in my High School.  My parents were atheists.  Not the intellectual type, but rather the disallusioned 'independent' American type.  I would call us 'Conservative' but our friends tended to be rather 'Liberal'.  The Christians, even the 'Progressive' ones seemed to view our disbelief as a threat -- to the very safety of their families..

I noticed Christians tended to  racially segregate.   In High School I had two best friends.  One was black, and the other Hispanic. My Hispanic friend, Luis, was Catholic.  He told me his family attended the "Spanish" Mass in town.   There were only about fifteen people who would attend.  Why hold an entire separate Mass, when they all spoke English?  My black friend, Zedrich, was a protestant from Mississippi.  He told me he'd never been to a white church until his family moved to Iowa.

In Davenport I saw a church named "Asian Christian".  What the hell? The Asians didn't even all speak the same language.  Why create a special church for "Asians'?

The way I figured it, experiencing life was just about the greatest stroke of luck in the universe.  People had adapted to different parts of the world, and developed their own cultures, but in the big picture we were really all just part of the family of human beings.  Why did people have to hold such a narrow point of view that they could only consider someone who looked similar to them as 'family'?  Maybe that was Christianity's problem, the explanations it offered, and it's world view was just too narrow -- to include everybody.

I searched for my Asian crush among the people below.  She probably already had a boyfriend.. and I didn't even know her..  And why was I trying so hard to justify the fact that I found her attractive?  Why did the relationship feel so forbidden?  I needed to get dressed, and get some breakfast.

 

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I decided to check out the Student Unions "Food Court" for lunch.  It was bustling with beautiful girls.  

I set my tray down to fill my drink at the beverage bar in the dining area.

"Richard!" A slim petite Asian girl addressed me by name.  Was she the girl I had seen squatting in the library?! Her eyes twinkled through her glasses. "You like her don't you?" She pointed towards the glass doors.  Outside stood the beautiful Asian girl I had been thinking about.

I caught my breath "So? What's wrong with that?!!  Do you know her?!"

"Wow, you're defensive!  I know who she is."

"Really?!  What's her name?"

"You tell me. Take a guess."

"Just a wild guess?" I tried to calm myself.

She nodded.

"Okay… she looks like an Anna."

"Her name is pronounced 'Aw-n'." She smirked, "She probably wouldn't mind if you called her Anna." She faced me, "So what's my name?"

"Wendi, spelled with an 'I'?"

"That's correct!  You do have abilities." She stuck her chest out slightly.  "You got a thing for Asian women?"

I laughed, "Only the really good looking ones."

"Was that supposed to be a joke?" A white guy, with curly black hair, and glasses, cut in. "Because that was just plain offensive!"

"What?!" I started laughing.

Wendi grinned, "Richard wants to colonize me!"

I looked at her in confusion. "You mean like.. anal sex?"

"Yeah doofus!" The guy with the glasses glared.  "All Asian women are sex maniacs who want to be used by white racists like you!  Leave her alone!"

"I made you angry?"  I glanced around at all the people watching us.

"Chinese food." He pointed at my tray. "That figures."  He walked away in disgust and sat down next to a Chinese girl.

"He's got an Asian girlfriend!"

Wendi stuck her tongue out.

Three Asian girls got up from a booth and headed our way.  Oh gawd Wendi was the girl from the library.

"Richard, I'll see ya 'round." Wendi chased after the other three girls.

Abilities?  Had I guessed the right names or was she just messing with me?  I hurried over to the open booth before anybody could beat me to it.

I looked at the floor, as I scooted around to the back, and noticed two large wet spots, and tissues, on the carpet. "How can they have such nerve?" I said out loud without thinking.

"Can I join you?"

"Sure."

The guy who I'd seen kissing with the girls in the library sat down at the booth.  

"Hi, I'm Chen." He extended his hand.

I nodded, "I'm Richard." We shook hands.

This was too much of a coincidence.  He was checking me out.

"Your girlfriend's were just here." I said casually.

"I don't have a girlfriend.." Chen said solemnly.

The curly haired guy with the glasses turned around. "You are a fucking asshole!" 

I ignored him.  "Chen, I saw you in the library yesterday with two of the girls here."

"Me?" Chen looked honestly confused. "Richard, you must have me mistaken with someone else."

"Chen, I could have sworn it was you.."

"Oh that's right.." My bespeckled friend cut in. "..all Asian men look the same."

 

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"Officer Bateman.."

"You can call me Officer Janine." The female University officer waited for the counselors with me at the dorm counseling office.

"Janine.. I mean Officer Janine, I don't see why they had to have you here.  I'm not going to cause any trouble..

Look, they double booked the dorm, and I ended up paying for a shared room I didn't get.."

Janine shrugged, "They do that every years.  There are always 'no shows'."

"Okay, but if they can't get me into a room, then they need to give me a refund." I glanced over at Anna who had just taken a seat at chair near the door.

"You got a thing for Asian girls?"

"What?  She's probably here for the same reason I am."

"You think she's hot?"

"What..?  Janine please.."

"You do." Janine smirked.  "I'm good at reading people.  You play ball?"

"No.." I didn't exactly want to get into a discussion about football.

"You're tall and big."

"Yeah, my dad is a powerlifter."

"You've got secrets.." Janine eyed me with amusement.

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"Okay Mr Gibson.." Mr Overton folded his arms, "..let's get this over with.  We just filled the last four open spots in the dormitories.  Perhaps if you'd approached us in a little more civil manner we could have worked you in."

"Well, then I'd like to get a refund." I looked over at Officer Janine for support.

"Mr Gibson, we're not in the business of issuing refunds… We've found a place for you.. at least temporarily."  He gave me  a strange weird smug smile. "As you know,  this University sits on a big piece of property.  There used to have a small school of Veterinary Sciences back up the canyon.  It had its own dormitory.  We can put you in one of the units up there until something opens up here.

You got a bike?"

"Yeah.."

"Well then it should work out just fine for you."

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The Veterinary Sciences dormitory was an ugly two story block building, similar to the other boarded up buildings of the department.  

They put me in a room, on the second floor, at the end of the building, right next to the lobby.  Of course the dormitories restroom, and little kitchen,  were all the way on the other end of the building.  

All of the other rooms in the building had been gutted, but this one had been left untouched.  It still had the original wooden wardrobe, dressers, and beds.  

The building had a couple of minor problems with electricity and plumbing, but I was a contractors son, so I just made the repairs myself -- the very same day I moved in.  

They were easy repairs.  I replaced some rubber faucet washers in the bathroom,  the light switch in the hallway, and the light switch in the lobby.  It was weird that the University hadn't even made those simple repairs before putting me in a room.

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My first night there, in the dark, deathly silent building I went out to pee in the lobby.  I could of turned on a light, but I was weirdly paranoid that somebody might see me peeing on the floor -- and I would get into trouble.  

I was drawn to one of the large windows that looked outside.  I aimed my cock at the wall below it.  I was trapped inside a claustrophobic hell gazing out at the safe moonlit night. I thought I caught a glimpse of something outside and nightmarish irrational fear gripped me.   There was something inside -- with me.  Maybe whatever that was outside, could help me?  I froze..  Somehow I summoned the courage to make it back into my own room.

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Anna rolled over on her bed and faced me. "Richard.." She spoke so quietly I could barely hear her. "..I can't believe they put us together in the same room… They must really hate you…"

"Or they're crazy.. Look st the bright side, at least you're not all alone out here."

"I've been lonely and scared for so long…"

 

I woke and my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.  I was still in the same room, the same bed, but the bed Anna had been sleeping on was nothing but a bare mattress on a frame.

 

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I felt a little weird as I rode my bike between the dormitories to the dining hall.  I was an outsider intruding.  I wasn't really part of this.

Were people looking at me funny? Were they wondering where I had come from?  Did they think I was a homeless person?  I had even forgotten my backpack.

I felt better once I was inside the dining hall.  Everyone looked so energized and disoriented that I blended right in.

A big guy sat down at my table. "Johnny!" He held his hand out. 

"Richard." I shook his hand.

"You play ball?"

"No.." I spotted Coach Braxton headed our way.

"Coach!" Johnny greeted him.

"Johnny, practice is at two.  Even though you're redshirting I expect you to attend all of the practices and meetings."

"Yes sir!"

"Mr Gibson!" Coach Braxton turned to me, "I didn't expect to see you here." He gave me a hard look, "Don't bother trying out, we don't need a hothead like you on the team."

Johnny watched Coach Braxton walk away. "Dude, what did you do?" 

"I don't really want to talk about it.  I don't play anymore." Somehow football brought out the worst in me.  It was like I had an aggressive evil side that came out when I played.

At lunch I saw Wendi outside, with the taller girl I imagined was named Shari, but I did not see Anna.  So I took my truck into town and picked up pizza and beer for dinner.

 

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"Leave me alone!" I heard a girl sob.  I didn't really know my way around the little Veterinary Sciences campus.   It was so dark I could barely make anything out.

I found a doorway and entered the building.  The smell turned my stomach, and the air burned my eyes, and lungs.  The thing I'd sensed in the dormitory last night was here, and yet I had more courage somehow.  I stumbled down the pitch black hallway, through a door, and down some stairs.  It wasn't hard to find my way, all I had to do was head in the most horrifying direction I could find.

'No! No! No!" 

It had her down.  What was it doing? Biting her? Sucking her?

"Ahhh!!" I charged at it with a steel bar in my hand.  

"EEEIIII!" It's face contorted gruesomely in anger. It opened it's mouth wide fully showing it's ten inch long razer sharp teeth.

I beat it so badly it's inurds gushed out.

"Anna, are you okay?" I helped her up.

"Richard, you touched me!"

"It's okay, I'm tough."

"You are tough." Anna wrapped her arms around me and kissed me super intimately on the lips.  We kissed, and kissed, and kissed…

 

I slept through my alarm clock, and woke late with a headache, and a feeling of intense anxiety.  Maybe I was coming down with the flu?

My headache grew increasingly worse on my ride to the dining hall.  I was so anxious and noxious that I wasn't even .able to finish breakfast.  At that point I gave up and headed back to my solitary dormitory.

I considered going back to bed, but something was wrong -- really wrong.  I could sense 'it'.  'It' was here.

The little 'campus' didn't look the same in daylight, but I knew the way.  I threw my backpack down and headed for the building.  The front door was wide open.  My shoes squeaked on the floor, but who gave a fuck?!

"Alright motherfucker!" I yanked the door open hard, and headed down the stairs with my heart pounding hard.

"Now you just calm down you little bitch." I saw a man kick at tied up woman on the floor.

Alright here we go! I took off in a run across the floor.

He turned just before I caught him, and drove him into the wall.  But he was a big fat man and I had barely knocked the wind out of him.  

He drove the hardest punch into my stomach that I have ever felt, then caught me in the forehead with a mind numbing punch that snapped my head back, and lit my vision up with stars.  Oh my gawd I was fighting a man of Butterbean caliber.  As I went down I saw the pipe on the floor.   

As he rushed towards me he tripped over the girl on the floor.   I was only half conscious. I took a weak awkward swing.  I must have hit him in just the right part of the head because he fell on his side.

I was up fast -- on wobbly legs -- but I managed a truly powerful blow to his head.  There was a sickening crack,  his eyes rolled back into his head, and he slumped to the floor.

"Drop the pipe, Richard." Janine aimed her gun at me.  I dropped it.

"Please don't shoot!" The girl begged, "He was defending me!"

She wasn't Anna, but she was Asian, and she looked familiar.

Janine lowered the gun. "Shui Wong?"

The girl nodded.

"I've been looking for you."

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The ambulance left with the handcuffed suspect, and Janine drove us back to the University police office in her cruiser.  

The curly haired guy with the glasses was waiting inside.

"Brandon!" Shui ran to him.

"Shui, are you okay?" Brandon hugged her close.

"I'm okay.."

"What's he doing here?!" Brandon glared at me.

"Richard fought the guy."

"Why was he there?"

"He lives there." Janine laughed.

 "That's a weird place to live.." Brandon frowned.

"It is." Janine nodded, "Richard's the sole occupant of the now defunct School of Veterinary Sciences dormitory."

"Why did they put him out there?"

"They don't like me much." I groaned.

Janine rolled her eyes, "Richard's got a gift at getting on people's bad side.

"Yes he does." Brandon agreed

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"Richard come with me." Janine directed me down a hallway.  "We will do the paperwork in my office."

Janine stopped suddenly, and looked back past me. "May I help you?"

I turned around. "Anna?"

Anna looked at us with wide eyes. "You can see me?" She whispered.

"Yes, speak up!  How may I help you?"

Anna didn't answer.

"Anna?"

"Are you guys roommates?!" Janine asked suddenly.

"No!" I made a face at Janine.

"We sort of are.." Anna said softly. "Richard's in my room."

"What?!" Janine looked me straight in the eye.

"I.."

"Where did she go?!" Janine looked around breathlessly.  "Where did she just fucking go?!!"

"Calm down Janine, I don't know."

Janine gave me a hard look."Richard, you say anything about this and I'll fucking deny that it ever happened!  So don't fucking say shit, okay?" 

"Okay.." I agreed.

 

The witchy young University librarian unfastened her jeans in front of the cart.

I got a breathtaking look at her thick hairy bush, and pussy lips, as she squatted.

Her thick stream of pee splashed noisily and spread into a puddle on the carpet, almost touched by her long jet black hair.

She curled her tongue at me and smiled.

The library's lights grew dim as she stood.

 

A Korean TV show.  It's a series, but it's more like a movie.  At the end of the season the "movie" is complete.  There usually are not any second or third seasons.

Yes, I am one of those Kdrama lovers.  They're just fun!  

On Netflix I just finished watching "Hometown Cha Cha Cha".  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  Now I am binge watching "Hello Me". It is my current favorite.  What are yours?

 

At little wetness is hot.  

I will post again and see if I can get the picture to work.

As a guy I used to like to masterbate when I had a really full bladder.  I confess I've never tried it with actual sex.  But I've heard of women who were scared that they were going to pee at orgasm (That would not be a turnoff to me!).

So does it make masterbation more intense to women too?  Have any of you ladies actually peed at orgasm, or did it merely feel like you would?  I mean more than the normal 'wetness' -- which is weirdly a huge turn-on.

On 12/5/2021 at 12:43 PM, PeePeePete said:

I'm 60 but I have no chldren. If I did have children, I would not try to give them any advice, they would need to find their own way as I did, mine. The challenges I faced growing up were different to those of my parents, and that of my hypertehical kids, would be different to those of mine. As for me, would I do anything different, if I were able to travel back in time and advise myself, Maybe not allow myself to be bullied so much, to ignore people, but other than that, just take life as it comes and grasp opportunities as they arrise, as I have pretty much done already.

I both agree, and disagree.  I am 56, so I am not that young either.  Ultimately my children will find their own paths but I will certainly tell them about my experiences.  

Our grandparents, our aunts and uncles, and our parents are only around so long -- and then we find them gone.

You have your own kids and they will ask you questions.  "Daddy, my friends say Santa Claus is real.  Is he real?  Is the Easter Bunny real?  The Tooth Fairy?".  "Daddy do you believe that Jesus Christ was/is God?". "Daddy, why don't we go to church?". "Daddy, are ghosts real?".  "Daddy, are monsters real?". "Daddy, is the Earth flat?".  

These are my kids.  I tell them what I believe -- and why I believe it.  They want to hear what it was like for me when I was their age.  I don't want them to make the same mistakes I did. 

I've been in fights, I've broken bones, I've ended up in the hospital a number of times.  Getting hurt did not make me tougher, it made me weaker.  Getting stronger -- without getting hurt -- makes you stronger.  I'm one the people who can lift weights, without 'plateauing'.  I just get bigger, and stronger -- until I get an injury.  I never had the money for steroids, and if I had I would have spent it on a better car.  I saw friends on drugs pass me up -- and then go the opposite direction... I try to get my son to hold back a bit.  Exercise is good, but moderation is smart.

I don't want to 'manipulate' my kids into doing 'the right thing', but I will certainly try to give them as much knowledge as possible.

It was apparently just a marketing office, with samples hanging on the wall. Tight spandex style pants appeared to be the fad.

“These are made in China but we use only Mississippi cotton.” Joe held up a light-weight t-shirt that read “Personal Savior”.

Sara started laughing, “You ship the cotton to China?” 

“Yes!” Joe grabbed a metal dart from a box on the counter and chucked it hard at a dartboard on the wall. It struck a quarter of an inch to the right of the bullseye. “We ship the cotton to China! Jees, no wonder everyone says you're a real bitch.”

“Fuck you Joe. You should hear what people say about you.” Sara studied a framed magazine advertisement for the “Amazing Grace” collection. “Mitch once said he overheard Coach Henderson talking about how you were adopted. And how your mother was a prostitute who died on the streets.”

Joe chucked another dart into the board, “One day Mitch is going to get what he's got coming. What else did he say?”

Sara shrugged, “That you raped Kim until you got her pregnant.”

Joe headed behind the counter to a desk and began rummaging through a drawer. “Sara,” Joe said angrily, “.. there's a restroom here if you really need to use it.” He pointed to a door.

“Okay..” Sara hurried to the door, opened it, and looked inside.   It was an empty closet. Something painful stung her on the rear, and urine began running down her legs as she wet herself. 

“You brought this on yourself, Sara.” Joe pulled the hypodermic needle out and tossed it into a waste basket. Fire seemed to spread down Sara's leg as she collapsed to the floor. 

“You wanna act like a bitch?” Joe approached Sara with a dog collar, and a leash, “Then I will treat you like one.” He roughly fastened the dog collar around Sara's neck choking her slightly. "You're nothing more than a female dog that used to piss all over the University campus!"

Joe fastened the leash to the collar. “Sara, how old are you?

Sara struggled to focus her brain. “Fifteen?”

“You're ten.” Joe grabbed the box of darts from the counter. “Now, be a good little bitch and come with me to the roof.” He dragged her out of the office by the leash, and shoved her roughly into the elevator.

“Stop crying!” Joe yelled, “You're as bad as Anna.” 

“I'll be good! I'll be good!” Sara pleaded.

Joe pushed the button marked “Rooftop”. “Would you believe Anna had a porn addiction.” Joe shook his head, “A rape fantasy.” He paced around as the elevator climbed towards the roof. Finally it stopped and the door opened. “Move it bitch!” Joe gave her a kick. Sara staggered out into the small room that enclosed the elevator and stairs. “Outside!” Joe yelled, “Move it bitch!”

Joe followed Sara outside and gave her a kick that put her on the ground. He set the darts down grabbed the leash, and practically strangled Sara as he dragged her up against the wall. “On you knees facing me!” Joe yelled as he unzipped his pants. “Be a good little urinal and open your mouth!” His urine hit her face and stung her eyes. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, so he wouldn't keep peeing in her eyes.. “Swallow it bitch! Swallow!” Joe yelled.

“I'm trying..” Sara struggled to focus her brain.

Joe smirked, “You sure are a pretty little urinal.” He rubbed his semi-erect penis in her face as he tied her leash to a pipe on the wall. “Now stay there!” Joe commanded.  

Sara watched as Joe walked over to a large metal toolbox, unlocked it, and extracted two pairs of handcuffs and a small gun -- which he slid into his pocket. “Okay bitch, now stand up!”

Sara hung onto the pipes on the side of the building and slowly made it to her feet.

“Face me!” Sara almost fell as Joe wrenched her around. He attached the handcuff to pipes on either side of her, and then to her wrists. Joe looked at her appraisingly then took hold of her summer dress and ripped it down the middle. He yanked her bra up off of her breasts, and violently pulled her panties down. “You don't even shave. You really are a dirty little bitch!”

“Please don't hurt me. I'll be good.” Sara promised.

“Just stand still dirty bitch.” Joe grabbed the box of darts and backed up about ten feet from her near the edge of the rooftop. “Right breast.” 

“Oww!” Sara gasped at the sharp sting of the dart.

“Quiet!” Joe yelled and put a second dart painfully into the side of Sara's nose

“Please..” Sara tried to fight back the tears, but she couldn't.

“I said quiet!” Joe threw a dart hard into the pelvis bone under Sara's hairy pubic mound.  

“Please stop..” It didn't hurt as much as the dart in her nose but it scared her.

“Okay bitch, which eye? The right, or the left?”

“Fucking asshole!” Mitch said loudly.

“Well well, look who followed us.” Joe chuckled. “Com'on Mitch are you faster than a gun?” He stepped up onto the little wall at the edge of the rooftop and aimed the gun at Sara. “Which eye? The right? Or the left?”

Mitch's shoulder seemed to explode as he lunged in front of Sara. He took a second shot in the body, and dove at Joe. The gun fired in the air as the two disappeared over the side of the building.

Sara saw black dots as the night seemed to smother her into oblivion.

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“Okay, she's coming to again.”

The hospital room slowly came into focus, and Sara became aware of a familiar blond male nurse leaning over her. “Sara, you are lucky to be alive. You really took a dose this time.” 

Sara sat up slowly as sweat poured down her face. “I think.. I think I'm going to..!” Sara vomited violently all over the bed.

“Sara,” The nurse caught her as she almost fell off the bed. “Take it easy.” He lay her back down on the pillow and pulled the soiled blankets off of her.

An officer Sara didn't recognize stood up from his chair on the side of the room. “Sara, we found this in the 'Salvation’ office.” He handed Sara her phone. “Look Sara..” He took a breath, “We have some really bad news..” 

“Mitch?”

The officer shook his head, 'Joe… Joe Christiansen is dead.”

“What about Mitch?” Sara felt like she was going to throw up again.

The officers face contorted, “Mitch?” His voice shook with anger, “He.. he.. he's a God damn demon! Nothing can kill that creep! He hit a flagpole on the way down .. swung through a window.. He actually distracted the medics by directing them to the roof..”

Sara looked at the officer in disbelief “Mitch is alive? He wasn't trying to distract them. He was trying to save me.” 

“How can you think that after what he did to you?”

“Mitch didn't do this to me, Joe did!”

The officer snickered, “No Sara, the drugs have your brains scrambled.”

“He's right.” The nurse nodded, “You took a heavy dose of that designer drug. It will be awhile before your memories straighten out -- if they ever do.”

“Don't worry Sara,” the officer set a hand on her shoulder, “..we will catch Mitch. And if we don't… well people in the Belt carry guns. If Mitch so much as shows his face in public -- he is a dead man.”  

Sara watched the officer leave. Her whole head seemed to throb with the worst headache she'd ever experienced.

“Sara, would you like a painkiller?” The nurse asked.

“No.” Sara squinted through the pain. “Please no more drugs.” She slept through the rest of the day and the following night.

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 Sara awoke as the morning sun was rising. She was soaked to the skin with sweat but she felt surprisingly rested without a trace of a headache. She grabbed her phone, headed into the bathroom, locked the door, and sat down on the toilet.

The screen of Sara's phone was cracked and, when she pushed the power button, the back of the phone, and the battery, fell out. The Sim card was even bent and damaged but Sara was able to get it securely back into the slot. She played with the battery and suddenly the cracked screen lit up. She had missed thirty-five calls! The call that interested Sara the most was the one with a Michigan area code. It was an old phone number that she recognized.

Sara punched the automatic dial feature.

“Hello..Sara?”

“Yes?”

“Sara, this is Mandi Gibson.. Mitch's mother. Oh Sara, I know you must still be overwhelmed by visitors and reporters, but I've seen the news and I don't believe it. Please tell me that Mitch didn't do something horrible!”

“Mrs Gibson, he saved my life.” Sara whispered into the phone. “Joe almost killed me.”

“Oh gawd Sara, what is going on?”

“The police don't want to believe me.. Mrs Gibson I heard that Mitch inherited a lot of money. Is that true? Do you know where he would go?”

“Sara, Mitch didn't inherit money, he inherited land. I will call you when I hear from him. Oh Sara.. if you need to get away from the mess down there you are always welcome here.”

Sara showered, then realized to her embarrassment that she had nothing to wear other than the hospital gown. She rang for the nurse.

A female police officer poked her nose in the door, “Yes? Sara, what do you need?”

“Something to wear.” Sara turned around so she could see her bare butt.

“Good grief!” Officer Brennon stormed into the room, “Just get her a damn diaper, to cover her butt!"

“Whatever.. Can somebody get us a diaper for Sara?” The female officer yelled into the hallway.

“Sara,” Officer Brennon gave her a hard look, “..are you ready to go home?”

Sara nodded.

“You've got all your stuff?”

“Not really, just this broken phone and my shoes.”

Officer Brennon folded his arms, “I've got your purse in my car. When you get your diaper let's go.”

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Officer Brennon pushed Sara in the wheelchair while the female officer walked to her right, and the male officer -- from the day before -- walked to her left. They took her into the elevator, and down to an employee parking garage, under the building.

The female officer seated Sara in the back of Officer Brennon’s cruiser, while Officer Brennon took the front seat. He turned and faced Sara as the other two officers left. 

“Okay Sara, “ Officer Brennon spoke with determination, “..we're going to have a talk.”

“You still don't believe what I told you?”

Officer Brennon shut his eyes and shook his head. “Sara, “ he exhaled, “..neither you nor Mitch are married, or have kids… Believe it or not If either of you were to die the world would continue on without you. Your absence would not be noticed. You're not as important as you think you are!”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Sara, Joe is dead. What good would it do to spread dirt about him now? Joe accomplished something that Mitch could never have. Sure, Mitch could have taken the Landsharks to a National victory, but not as a 'Christian’. Not as a Christian who exemplified the values of the Belt. Joe didn't just bring pride to ‘Ole Miss, and Oxford. He brought pride to the entire state of Mississippi. He brought pride to the entire Bible Belt.”

“If you cover this up somebody might end up killing Mitch!”

“Sara you could be implicated in Joe's death too.”

“You are threatening me!”

“Sara, what you want to do would hurt too many people. Do you have any idea of how the media would jump on this? The famous conservative Christian quarterback from the south was really a rapist and murderer….”

“So what am I supposed to do?”

Officer Brennon gave her a hard look, and spoke slowly, “You will be packed and out of Oxford no later than Friday. You will leave Mississippi. Consider Canada, or South America. Forget about Mitch.”

 Sara had never seen so many American flags -- all at half mast -- as she saw on the ride home. She headed into her apartment in a daze, sat down at the dinner table, and checked her phone.

Mandi Gibson had called again. Sara took a breath and punched the auto dial key.

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“Hello Bill.” Sara walked through her apartment as she spoke on the phone. “I'm okay, but I'm leaving.”

“Leaving? Sara? What is going on? You and Mitch were somehow involved in Joe's death? The police were very vague on the news.”

“Sorry Bill I can't talk about it, and I really can't say where I'm going. I will tell you more after things have settled down a bit….Bill, my apartment keys are under the doormat. You can have my car. The key is in the back of the refrigerator. And can have any of my furniture in exchange for cleaning out my apartment. Keep what you want, donate the rest to charity.”

“Sara, this is crazy! Where are you going?”

“Goodbye Bill, you are a good man.” Sara hung up.

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The flight was the longest Sara had ever been on but she was unable to sleep.

Sara walked off the plane in a daze. The airport, the scenery -- all felt surreal. A blast of humid air hit Sara as she exited the terminal into the mob of people waiting for the other passengers. Darwin Australia was as humid as Mississippi.

“Sara, over here!” Mitch towered over the crowd.

Sara literally ran, dragging her suitcases, towards Mitch, tears streaming down her face. He caught her as she threw her arms around him. “Careful Sara, I've got a few broken ribs, and I had a couple of slugs removed from my body.”

Mitch tossed Sara's luggage onto the roof rack of a boxy old ‘SUV’. It looked like something out of 'Mad Max’.

“What is that thing?” Sara marveled at the vehicle.

“An old bush car my uncle put together. Don't worry she's not pretty but she’s tough as a mule.”

Sara started into the car and Mitch burst out laughing, “Are you driving Sara?”

“Everything's so backwards here.” Sara went around to the other side.

“You'll get used to it!” Mitch laughed, “You'll like my Uncle's farm. When I was a kid I spent a summer helping him build the house. It's quite an operation. We grow bananas, and Mango's, and some exotic tropical fruits too. Have you ever tried rambutans, mangosteens, durians?”

Sara fell sound asleep as the bush car bounced down the road.

THE END

 

“Sara, what happened to your car?” Joe got out of a blue convertible Lamborghini.  

“I think somebody was angry that I didn't go out with you..” 

Joe put his hand on his head, “I'll tell you what, after you get it fixed, send me the bill. I'll take care of it. Don't get too angry with these people. We live in a broken world. Say a prayer, forgive them, and move on.”

“Thank you.” Sara sighed, “You really are a nice guy.”

“I try to be.” Joe held the car door open for Sara.

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“Sara, have you ever ridden in a 'Lambo’?” The engine roared as Joe tromped on the accelerator and blew through a stop sign.

“Joe..woah slow down!” Sara gasped as Joe continued to accelerate towards a red light.

“Sara relax!” Joe chuckled and pushed the pedal to the floor.

Sara closed her eyes in horror as Joe ran the red light narrowly missed cars going both directions.

“Relax Sara!” Joe laughed loudly, “You're in no danger. Remember I am a professional athlete.”

“You can explain that to the police.” Sara said under her breath. The police cruiser behind them turned on his siren and lights.

“Watch this.” Joe pulled over to the curb.

The officer pulled up behind them but instead of coming to a complete stop he suddenly wove around the car and pulled alongside. He rolled his window down, “Joe Christiansen!”

“What may I do for you Officer?”

“Well… I would appreciate it if you held your speed down a little bit…” He beamed, “I see you finally got Sara to out with you!”

Joe nodded, “I'm taking this beautiful lady to ‘Clints’.”

“Right on!” The officer gave Joe the thumbs up. “May God go with you.”

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Joe stopped his car in the middle the curved driveway directly in front of the entrance.

“You're parking here?” Sara looked around nervously.

Joe shrugged, “Sure. I know the owner. It's cool. People can get around the car.”

Joe put an arm around Sara, smiled and said a few “Hi’s”, as he forcefully guided her past the groups of people waiting out front, and into the crowded restaurant.

“Joe Christiansen!” The hostess ran to greet them. “Sara?!”

“Yeah?”

“Uh..it's um.. too bad you weren't feeling good the other day.” The hostess led them to a table the busboy was clearing.

“Wow, it's sure nice having reservations.” Sara sat down at the table.

“I didn't make reservations.” Joe smirked. “Sara you need to relax, let's get some wine!” He motioned to a waitress

“I didn't think you drank.”

“Sara, you look scared.” Joe laughed, “What's good for the goose isn't necessarily what's good for the gander. There's nothing wrong with drinking so long as it doesn't come between you and Jesus.” Joe gave the waitress an easy smile, “We'd like a good Reisling.”

She pulled out a card with a list of wines. “We've got a Schmitt Sohne Thomas Private Collection Estate Riesling. It's medium-bodied with aromas of peach and apple. It has a firm and fruity palate and crisp acidity. It's two twenty-five a bottle.”

“Sounds perfect! Thank you.” Joe watched her leave. “Sara did you ever find Kim's diary?”

“Well….Mitch left what he claimed was Kim's diary. But the police had a handwriting expert look at it.” She shook her head and sighed. “He said it was a forgery… They destroyed it.”

Joe exploded with laughter. Tears streamed down his face and he could barely speak. “Mitch…..forged it?!”

Sara nodded.

“Did you read it?”

Sara shook her head, “Just a little bit of the first page where she described Mitch.”

Joe grinned, “Poor Mitch…. Now that's somebody who definitely should not drink. Isn't he from Pennsylvania, or one of those states up there? The heathen north.” 

Joe's expression became much more serious, “The secular atheists, in the US, have done a great deal of damage to the lives, the moral fiber, and the faith of the US Christians! Christianity will survive, it's growing in other parts of the world. In South America millions of Catholics have converted to Christianity. And, in Africa, Christians now number well over five hundred million! Asia is the untapped final frontier!” Joe's eyes lit up, “I'll tell you a secret, we're making headway with China. In a few years there will be major Mission trips to China -- and I mean MAJOR!”

“Joe!” boomed a tall bearded man in a fancy chefs uniform. “It's good to see you! I've got your Riesling.”

“Clint!” Joe stood to shake his hand, “Sara, this is Clint Walker, the owner of this great restaurant.”

“Sara! I've heard about you.” Clint smiled broadly, “It is good to see you and Joe together!” He gave her a sly smile. “I've got something you two might like.” Clint held up the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. “A 'Screaming Eagle” Cabernet Sauvignon, from Napa!” 

“Sorry..” Sara apologized, “..I don't know much about wine.”

Pride showed in Clint's eyes. “This particular vintage is a bit rare and pricey. It is a red wine.. richly flavored.. It doesn't really pair with most of our seafood, but I could cook you something off the menu -- like a spicy filet mignon? It's got a bit of a bite, so I'll garnish it with buttery potatoes, and lobster tail. It will be on the house -- of course!”

“Wow, Mr Walker, that sounds incredible. I'm sure we would both go for that!” Sara looked over at Joe who nodded approvingly. ”If you'd like to hang out with us a little your welcome to join us.”

“Thank you! I would love to.” Mr Walker smiled broadly, “I will be right back with the food!”

Joe walked around the table cupped his hand and leaned close to Sara's ear, “Don't you ever order for me again... You obviously have no idea how bad that makes me look.”

“Sorry Joe..” Sara caught her breath, “I thought you approved.. You can order something else if you want.”

Joe shook his head, “Sara, that's not it. It's like you're trying to be the man.”

“Wow Joe, why is this so serious to you?”

“Calm down Sara.” Joe smiled, “Let's not fight.” He poured her a glass of wine. “Let's try to enjoy the evening.”

“Okay..” Sara nodded -- and then smirked unintentionally. Bill was right about Joe. At least the evening promised to be an experience.  

Excited talk caught Sara's attention. She turned to see Clint pushing a cart towards them loaded with food, and a third bottle of wine.

“I hope you two are fixin’ to do some eating tonight!” Clint's eyes glowed with pride.

“Wow Clint, you have prepared us a feast!” Joe stood to help distribute the food. “We are obliged.”

The filet mignon was truly delicious -- everything was. Clint knew how to cook!  

Sara just ate and listened as Joe and Clint talked football, and food. Clint moved on to talking about his family and the new yacht they had just purchased.

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“Thank you Joe, that was fun.” Sara drunkenly climbed into his car as the valet rushed to move the cones he had placed around Joe's car.

Joe closed the convertible top. “Sara..” he gave her a very serious look. “I don't appreciate the way you cut me off when I brought up the subject of justice... I was talking to Clint, not you!”

“Gawd Joe..” Sara slurred the words slightly, “..you're too fucking preachy sometimes.”

Joe threw the car into gear before she even had the seatbelt fastened, “Sara do you have to use the F-word?....... Sara listen to me! The subject of justice is important! We are constantly bombarded by porn, drugs, sex -- immoral behavior! The secular atheists are tearing apart the moral fibre of the world! You! Me! None of us are immune! Our justice system is a joke. Few of the guilty really get what they have coming to them!”

“Joe I'm tired.. I wanna go home..” 

“No Sara, first there is something that I am going to show you!” Joe headed down a ramp into a parking garage under a large building. A large gate blocked their way at the bottom. “The security guard is off tonight, but I know the code.” Joe reached out the window, punched a few numbers on a keypad, and the gate opened. He parked in front of the elevator and almost pulled Sara out of the car.

“I'm sure you've heard about the clothing line I started.” Joe unlocked the elevator with a key and the door opened.

“Yeah, the one with Biblical quotes on the shirts and jackets.” Sara stepped into the elevator and steadied herself against the wall. “Joe I'm tired… I need to pee..’

“Sara!” Joe punched a key and the doors closed, “You're an adult, act like one! You can use the bathroom when you get home.” The doors opened and Joe grabbed her hand and gave a tug. “Com'on!” He led her to a simple door marked only by the company logo: “Salvation”.

 

Sara spent the rest of the week sleeping, and eating only lunch at Pete's Barbecue -- where they had an excellent soup and salad bar.  It was the type of food she could eat without pain.  Sara's jaw was almost back to normal, and she was getting good at hiding the bruises with makeup.

“Com’on let’s go watch Joe’s interview.  It will be fun!” Colleen encouraged over the phone.

“I didn't even know channel ten had a studio audience.”

“Well they do silly, and I'll pay for your ticket.”

Sara and Colleen found seats at the back of the totally packed, ridiculously excited, almost entirely female, audience.  There were woman wearing way too much makeup, and women without any at all.  Women who looked like they could be Joe's mother, and girls so young they appeared to be in High School.

The news broadcast was surprisingly entertaining to watch, and when Joe made his appearance Sara had to admit that he was cute, and charismatic.  When he spoke people listened.

When the female interviewer asked Joe if the rumor that he was a virgin was true he flushed crimson, but continued to smile

“I've got four brothers and three sisters.” Joe shrugged,  “I'm a simple Christian guy -- I value family. I want to get married before I have kids.“

Sara breathed a sigh of relief.  No talk of male masterbation accountability groups!  Like Bill, she too had always found the subject a bit cringy.  

“Is there a special lady in your life now?”

Joe smiled quixotically, “Maybe.. I see my friend Sara in the back of the audience.  She's the one in the yellow dress.”

The camera panned to Sara.

The interviewer smiled, “If Sara would like to accompany you to dinner here are two gift certificates to 'Clints Cajon Seafood’.”

Sara shook her head emphatically, “No!”. She stood up and waved her hands as she shook her head, “No!”.

“Sara where are you going?!” Colleen chased Sara out the exit, and stopped her in the foyer.  “Sara how can you do this to Joe?!” 

A video monitor on the wall played the News broadcast: 

“It's okay,” Joe flushed slightly, “Sara's had a difficult week.”

“I'll go out with you!” Somebody cried out from the audience.

The camera panned to a girl who looked to be about sixteen years old.

The interviewer looked amused, “What's your name?”

“Rachael!”

“Joe would you like to go out with Rachael?”

“Sure!” Joe laughed, then smiled broadly, “Com'on Rachael, let's go get something to eat!”

Colleen turned to Sara  “You can find your own ride back.  I'm not friggin’ driving you!”

Sara hurried outside and pressed the Uber app on her phone.  She had missed several calls from a strange phone number she didn't recognize.

In less than ten minutes a woman in a blue Lexus SUV picked her up and drove her home.  

"If I don't want to go out with Joe, it's my own business!" Sara fumbled with her apartment keys. “The doors unlocked!” Sara gasped.  She opened it carefully and stood silent for a moment. 

Sitting on her dinner table was a familiar manila envelope with something scribbled on top;

“Sara, you were holding this when I took you to the hospital. Don't tell anybody about it. Just read it, and take it to the police.”

"Mitch.. why did you have to fucking break into my apartment?!  Couldn't you have left it on the doormat?"  Sara reached into the envelope.  "Holy shit Mitch you fucking returned the money!" She pulled out the little rubber banded stack of perfect one hundred dollar bills.  

There was still something square -- like a small book -- still inside the envelope.  Sara took a breath.  "The diary!" Sara's heart beat hard, she actually had the diary!  Sara eyed the sad worn little book with the same uncomfortable mix of shame and fear she'd felt when she saw Mitch at the funeral.

Sara's hands almost shook as she opened the pitiful little book.

“Oh God today was so incredibly perfect!  I nearly fainted when Mitch asked me out to lunch! I was freaking out! I didn't think he noticed me looking at him! But I wasn't the only girl in class checking him out.  He's so good looking!  He's built like a Greek god, but he's not a steroid freak like Joe.  He wears tight jeans and you can tell by the bulge in his crotch that he's all man!  His voice is so deep, and confident.  

When Sara saw me with him she was so jealous!   It's obvious that she wants him too but there's no way I'm losing him to Sara!”

Sara closed the diary and sat with her heart beating hard.  "You want me to read this Mitch?"  Sara wiped the tears from her face.  "Fuck you! I'll just take it to the police!"  

"Mitch, you probably think Kim's bulimia was my fault..  You're the one who rejected her, and chose me instead!" Sara exhaled hard.  That just made her feel even worse.  At least she was one of the people who had prayed for Kim. Kim's bulimia had miraculously ended shortly there after.  How could Mitch explain that with his atheism?

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The morning after Sara dropped the diary off at the police station she got a call.

“Sara..” Officer Brennon took a breath, “..pardon the expression but that..uh.. diary.. it's nothing more than a school boy's wet dream.  Let me guess, you got it from Mitch?”

“Yeah..” Sara admitted.

“Uh huh! We had a handwriting expert check it out and it is definitely a forgery.  Our theory is that Mitch got a duplicate diary.  “Meg's Scrapbooks” sells them.  He copied, embellished, and changed, Kim's diary.  We got rid of that disgusting little rag!  Hopefully Mitch didn't destroy the real diary…" He paused for a few seconds,  "Sara, level with me.. are you in touch with Mitch?”

“No, he just left the diary at my apartment.  I don't even know where he lives.”

“Okay.. well be careful, the address he gave us did not check out.  He could be renting a room, or staying with a friend, anywhere.  If you see him, stay away and call us. He is a dangerous!”

Sara looked at the strange phone number on her phones log from the day she received the diary.  It was probably Mitch's.  Maybe she should have given it to Officer Brennon?  

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“Sara, come join us!” Becky beckoned Sara from a large table near the window.

Cynthia and Patti scooted over and grabbed another chair.

“Hi, thank you for inviting me.” Sara took a seat between Cynthia and Patti. “How you all doin’?”

“We're doing well.” Becky answered for the group and everybody nodded. “Welcome to the 'Woman's Breakfast’.” 

Sara glanced over at the waitress who was headed her way with a menu. “Becky, you meet every Monday?”

“We do!” Becky smiled, “Sara I know you've put on a bit of weight but the country chicken with waffles is to die for.”

“Thank you.” Sara fought the urge to say something insulting. “I'll get the southern chicken and waffles.”

“Sara..” Cynthia pushed the grits around her plate with her fork.  “I heard you and Colleen had a bit of a falling out.”

“Yeah..” Sara took a sip of coffee

“Sara?” Patti smirked, “I thought you liked big men.  Weren't you dating that horrible Mitch?”

Becky groaned, “Sara only likes rapists and murderers.”

Old Miss Murray made a face, “Maybe she could find herself another boyfriend over at the prison?”

“Fuck you..” Sara said without thinking.

Old Miss Murray stood up. “I didn't come here to listen to a potty mouth.”

“Enjoy your breakfast Sara.” Becky got up, and Cynthia and Patti followed.

Sara watched them leave.  

The waitress, and Daryl, the manager were watching her intently.  Daryl shook his head.  “Sara..” he walked over, “.. Becky and her group left without paying again.  I think they're expecting you to pick up the tab.”  He set the bill on the table.

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Sara stood outside the restaurant and looked at her car. “Am I being punished because didn't go out with Joe?” Sara's  car had a huge scrape down the left side, and the left mirror was missing.   

A University counselor had advised Sara to use humor to help calm herself down from a conflict -- rather than drinking and lashing out like Mitch.

"If anybody says “You better get MAACO! I am going to get my new boyfriend -- from the prison -- to take them out!"  Sara joked.  It didn't make her feel any better.  Maybe she had done it wrong?

Sara looked at her phone and sighed..  Joe had called three times while she was in the restaurant with the ringer turned off.  What could be so urgent? "Ok Joe, if you call again, I'll answer.. Let's get this over with." Sara grudgingly put her Bluetooth in her ear.  

The ringer sounded in Sara's ear before she was even home.  Sara sighed and pushed the button on the Bluetooth “Yes Joe?”

“Joe?!” Mitch's voice boomed, “Sara you're expecting a call from that drug addict psycho?”

“Fuck you Mitch, he's not a psycho..”

“Yes he is!  Didn't you fucking read Kim's diary?!”

“No Mitch, I didn't!”

“Why not?!” Mitch yelled.  “Did you at least get it to the police?”

“Yes Mitch…” Sara humored him. “..they were very entertained.”

“Entertained?! Sara, Joe raped Kim!!  He raped her, and raped her, until he fucking got her pregnant!"

"Joe the virgin?" Sara snickered. "Kim was pregnant?"

"Sara, Kim never had bulimia! She had morning sickness!  Sara, she got a fucking abortion!”

Sara sighed, “Mitch, isn't morning sickness only in the morning?”

“No Sara! When my mom was pregnant with my brother Tom she threw up all day!”

“Mitch they had a handwriting expert look at the diary.  You didn't fool anybody!”

“Holy fucking shit Sara the diary was real!  What did they compare it to?! Sara, you need to get the fuck out of there!  You need to leave before Joe fucking kills you!”

“What are you smoking Mitch?  I remember back when you failed the drug test you were so paranoid that somebody had tampered with your sample.”

“Sara, do you know what I fucking tested positive for? LSD! Heroin! Cocaine! A little bit of everything!”  

“And you weren't doing any of that stuff?”

“No! The only thing I was doing was drinking too much!  I apologize.. Fuck I deserved the DUI, and the other shit! But I wasn't taking any drugs..  Somebody switched my sample with Joe's!”

“You're nuts Mitch.”

“Sara you need to get out of there!”

“Goodbye Mitch.” Sara hung up, and set her phone to block his number.

Sara parked her car in front of her apartment.  There was no sign of Mitch, but he would probably be there soon enough.  Sara picked up her phone and auto-dialed, “Hello Joe!”

“Sara! How are you doing?  I've been trying to get ahold of you.  I want to apologize for putting you on the spot at the News 10 studio.  I shouldn't have done that.   I wasn't thinking.”

“That's okay,” Sara laughed, “..you were just being nice.”

“Well would you like to go out?!” Joe laughed.  “I would love to see you before I have to head back to spring training.  ‘Clint's’ has some incredible blue crab..  We could catch up on old times.”

“Yeah.” Sara smiled, “I'd love to.”

One time, when Sara was in a particularly weird mood -- after the breakup with Mitch -- she had peed on the carpet in the library.  It was on the third floor, on a Friday afternoon, and the library was vacant.. except Joe came walking around the corner of a bookshelf just as she was pulling up her jeans. He merely shook his head, and walked on.

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Why did Bill have to bring up the sex? Had Bill rejected her because she wasn't a virgin? Mitch was the only guy she had ever had sex with.  

It was strange, but Bill's rejection was a relief. It was much different than the anguish she had felt when she had broken up with Mitch.

Sara vividly remembered the first time. Mitch's roommate had gone home for the weekend, and Mitch had invited Sara over to his dormitory room.

"No, Sara! Not in the stairwell!" 

Sara shrieked giddily as she pulled her jeans down in front of Mitch, totally exposing her raw hairy mound.  

"Sara!" Mitch laughed as she squatted, "We're gonna get caught!"

"Shhh!!" Sara put a finger to her lips and smirked at Mitch's bulging crotch, while her heart pounded madly. She almost couldn't believe she was doing it herself -- but she was in a crazy mood and she almost felt like she could get away with anything when she was with Mitch. "Ahh!" She sighed smugly as she peed powerfully on the low blue carpet right in front of Mitch.

"Sara, that's a lot of pee!" Mitch laughed, "You're gonna make the stairwell smelly!" 

"I need toilet paper!"

"Here!" Mitch pulled off the plaid button down shirt he wore over a plain white t-shirt. "Wipe with this!"

"Okay.." Sara looked down at the huge wet spot on the carpet. She had felt like popping a squat on the carpet, in remote parts of the library, and a few other indoor spots on campus -- but now she had actually done it!

"Hurry! Let's get outta here!" Mitch took his shirt back from Sara and glanced at her hairy bush, as she pulled her jeans back up.

Sara grinned broadly, "Don't worry so much!" She snuggled against Mitch.

It was an old style dormitory, and Mitch's room, was only a bedroom. Sara had barely been in the room thirty seconds when some guy pounded on the door. "Mitch, what in tarnation are y'all up to in there?!"

Brent, leave us the fuck alone!" Mitch called back.

"I reckon they're fixin' to have a little hanky panky." An amused girls voice joined the conversation.

"Now Mitch, mind you this here is a Christian dorm!" Brent called again.

"Who are you calling a Christian?" Mitch called back.

Sara stood up and snuggled her body against Mitch's, "Oh Mitch, that feels SO good!" She said loudly.

"Oh Sara!" Mitch grinned at her.

"Oh Mitch!" Sara kissed him on the lips.

"Sara..?" Mitch stepped back. His expression said 'Where is this going?'

"Mitch!" Sara grinned madly and set her hand on his bulging crotch.

"Sara!" Mitch laughed as she unzipped his jeans.

"Y'all don't go forgettin' protection!" The girl called through the door.

"Briana, let's leave 'em be." Brent laughed, and their voices faded away.

"I'm actually on birth control!" Sara snickered, as she pulled down Mitch's jeans.  

"You're on birth control?" Mitch frowned.

 "A friend almost forced it on me, when she heard I was dating you." Sara didn't want to say that it was Kim. She had actually pulled his underwear down as she had rushed to explain.  

"Sara! What are you doing?" Mitch laughed.

"Handjob?" Sara looked down at Mitch's huge erect penis. She had seen it before but this was different -- she was the one who had just exposed him. "Wanna see my breasts?" 

"Sure.." Mitch pulled off his t-shirt, and watched Sara removed her white blouse, and bra. He set his palms on Sara's sensitive erect nipples. "Let's kiss."

Sara wrapped her hand around the huge shaft of Mitch's penis as their lips met intimately. She had always wondered what a hard penis felt like. Wow was he hard!

"Let's lie down." Mitch lay down on his bed. He reached over and turned on his old style stacked stereo. 

Sara joined him silently. She stroked his warm, swollen, rock hard member as Mitch kissed her, felt her breasts, and rubbed her softly between the legs. Her clitoris swelled under his fingers. "Ohh, that is so much more intense than when I do it myself." She sighed.

"Tell me about it!" Mitch gasped.

"You've already seen me bottomless." Sara said breathlessly, "I'll take off my pants!"

"Okay..."

Sara rejoined Mitch fully naked. "Oh wow!" She gasped, and her legs went stiff, when he touched her clitoris. " That's almost too much! Just rub around the base." 

"Mmm.. that feels good.." Sara flashed Mitch a mad grin, "Let me rub it with your penis!" 

"Okay.." Mitch kissed Sara as she rubbed his penis around her clitoris -- and then guided it into her wet vagina!

"Oh my gawd!" Sara gasped as Mitch started pumping. It hurt, but it also felt right -- very right!!

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Sara got up around nine AM, had a coffee and a sweet roll for breakfast, then went back to bed. When she woke again it was one o-clock. She showered, and was barely dressed when somebody knocked loudly on her door.

“Mitch?” Sara opened the door cautiously.

“Sara!” Becky laughed, “Wow, you really got whaled on! Hope you can eat 'cause we brought a little soul food -- and mud pie!”  

Coleen, and little old Miss Murray stood behind Becky holding bulging plastic bags.

“Come on in!” Sara beckoned. 

Colleen portioned out the delicious smelling chicken, fried okra, collards, biscuits, and gravy, on paper plates while Becky said the prayer.

“Dear Jesus we don't always recognize, and give you proper thanks for the blessings you bestow upon our lives. Our friend Sara is not worthy of your love yet you continue to bless her life in countless ways.  

Lord, we just pray that you help Sara out of the trap of trying to live by her own power. Because when she does that she fails -- and things in her life go terribly wrong. We ask that you will help Sara to once again know you, and your love.

And we pray that you will bless this meal and fellowship. In these things we pray in your name Lord God Jesus.. Amen.”

“Okay, let's eat!” Coleen said enthusiastically.

Sara's jaw throbbed with each bite, but the Cajun chicken was so good she didn't care. The food, along with the Christian fellowship just felt good.

“Sara..” old Miss Murray eyed her cautiously, “Word of what happened to you has gotten around.. Everyone agrees, Mitch was behind this.”

Becky nodded vigorously, “He's trying to win you back.”

“No he's not!” Sara groaned, “Those guys wanted Kim's diary!”

“Calm down Sara.” Colleen sighed, “This isn't about some stupid diary. At the funeral Mitch saw you looking at Joe. He got jealous and he set the whole thing up.”

“What the..?!” Sara caught herself. “Look, you guys weren't there, you don't know what happened..”

“No Sara!” Miss Murray cut in, “We prayed about this. You're the one who doesn't know what happened. You need to learn to trust Jesus. Besides I think you and Joe would make a cute couple. Now there's a man of Jesus!”

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Caution: This story contains naughty peeing.

 

Okay I am going to write a little more of this story.

 

THE STALKER

Sara winced as Pastor Goodman read the eulogy.  He tried valiantly to say positive things about Kim, but her life had been anything but positive.  Kim had been abused as a child by her stepfather.  In High School Kim got into drugs, and by the time she started University she had a full blown porn addiction.  

However University was one of the positives in Kim's life.  Kim was incredibly bright and she had gotten in on a full ride scholarship.  

When Pastor Goodman had them stand for the prayer Sara spotted Joe in the front.   At a height of six four he was hard to miss.  His heavily muscled broad shoulders, and tapered back, marked him clearly as an NFL football player.  Some women didn't like the look, but Sara, who'd worked the front desk in a gym, loved it.  

Coleen nudged Sara with her elbow, “Isn't that Mitch, in the back, near the door?”

Sara glanced back quickly.  She fought the fear and shame that began to grip her body and met Mitch's stare with a determined look of her own, “Fuck you Mitch! You're an atheist, what are you doing here?”

Mitch was about the same height and size as Joe, but those were the only similarities.  Mitch's hair was long and unkempt, he had a couple of days growth of a beard, and he was dressed the same way he always dressed -- in blue jeans and a thick white T-shirt.  Sara's gaze seemed to unnerve him.  Mitch broke eye contact, glanced around nervously, turned and left.

Back in University a girl in Sara's dormitory had spotted Mitch on the small bluff behind Sara's room one night.  Phillip, the tall slim dormitory Resident Advisor had gone out to talk to him.  He had found Mitch drinking beer and looking into Sara's room with a pair of binoculars.  Poor Phillip had gotten a huge black eye.  Amazingly that wasn't enough to get Mitch kicked out of the University, let alone kicked off the football team.  Nope, the player Coach Henderson had called the most talented quarterback he had ever recruited,  had to get a DUI, flunk a drug test, and get a restraining order -- brought against him for stalking Sara -- before the University finally let him go.  

When Mitch got kicked out, Joe took over as quarterback, and led the Landsharks to a National Championship. 

Coleen exhaled, “What was that psycho doing here?”

Sara shook her head, "Maybe Mitch was the one who supplied Kim with the drugs.."

 

“If that's true then he's a murderer.” Coleen glanced back at the entrance, then at Sara. “You think he's the one who killed Joe's girlfriend Anna, and those other girls on campus?”

“Kim was his alibi.” Sara glanced back at the exit.  "I was too.."

Pastor Goodman’s daughter Betsy took the mike.  “Our next speaker led the Landsharks to a National Championship, graduated Magna Cum Laude, and now plays quarterback for the Saints.  Let's welcome Joe Christiansen!”

Joe walked up to the mike and grinned broadly. “I didn't graduate Magna Cum Laude..” He set his light brown well worn leather bound Bible on the podium.  

Becky sat down and flashed Joe a flirty smile.

“Sorry..” Joe apologized, “This funeral is not about me.. We're gathered here to reflect on the life of a beautiful young lady -- Kim Hathaway.  She wasn't perfect, none of us are... we all fall short.  As Christians we must always be on guard against the evils of the world -- drugs, sex, and threats to our faith.  The devil can take many forms.   The world wants us to fail.. but Jesus wants us to win!”

Joe picked up his Bible and studied it for a moment, “In the end, when we die, what is really important?  Is it how much money we made? Is it how many touchdowns we threw? Or how many Championships we won?  How does that glorify Jesus? At the best football can be used as a platform to lead people to Christ -- to lead them away from the sort of evil that killed Kim.”

Bill sat down in the empty chair next to Sara.  He had a sugar cookie, and a cup of coffee. His worn grey suit looked a little wrinkled and ready for a dry clean. “Good grief..” he whispered to Sara, drawing her attention away from Joe as he continued to speak “..does Joe really have to be so preachy?  Why doesn't he talk about Kim?”

Suddenly everyone began clapping.

“Applause at a funeral?” Bill stood up, “I'm outta here..” .

Coleen looked at Sara in disbelief, “Are you frigging kidding me? Did Bill really just leave?”

“Bill doesn't like funerals.” Sara watched Joe shaking hands with people as he headed back to his seat.

“And he wasn't at church this morning..”

“Sunday’s Bill’s only day off.” Sara shrugged casually, “He's a good accountant, he does a lot of business.”

“Is he even really a believer?”

“Fuck you..” Sara glared at Coleen. 

“Classy Sara..”

“Sorry.. I didn't mean to use that word, but you're being a bitch Coleen.”

“A bitch?” Coleen rolled her eyes. “I don't know what you see in Bill.”

“He's sweet, he's kind, he's dependable..” Sara studied Joe's broad back.

“You’re crushing on Joe!”

“No..”

“Sara could you really imagine making love to Bill?”

“Fuck you..” Sara exhaled, “You would go there!  Sex isn't everything.. There’s a difference between lust and love.  Bill’s a good man!  Besides... it's not like we're living together.”

Coleen grinned, “If you don’t start going to church you won’t have even a sliver of a prayer of getting together with Joe.”

“Coleen, you just broke up with Kenneth and you're giving me relationship advice?”

“Yeah..” Coleen smirked, “..yes I am.  I've seen Joe looking at you.  He likes you!”

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Sara opened the envelope.  She was surprised to find twenty brand new one hundred dollar bills held together with a rubber band.  That was Kim. Instead of putting the money in her bank account she put it in a safety deposit box.

“Thank you Kim” Sara looked at the little stack of money with sadness.  Poor Kim, to her that two thousand dollars must have seemed like a fortune.  Sara's family wasn't poor like Kim's but she would be the last one to get anything from her parents.  They didn't even come to her graduation.

The only other item in the envelope was a little worn book.  Flowers adorned the cover.  It was a diary…  Tears clouded Sara's eyes, “I'm not reading your diary Kim..” It reminded her too much of the diary she had begun when she first started dating Mitch. “Fuck you Mitch!” Sara stuffed the diary back into the envelope.  “You fucked up everything!”

It was pleasantly cool outside, and Sara welcomed the walk to her car in the dark.  Bill was really just a male friend, but what was wrong with that? Joe? Sara still pictured Joe with Anna..

Sara clutched the envelope tightly as she crossed the deserted parking lot.  She didn't need her parents money, she didn't need their help.  She loved her job as a kindergarten teacher.  One day she would have kids of her own.  

A beat up old red Chrysler four door was parked behind Sara's car at a peculiar angle. As Sara approached,  two fat men, a little taller than Sara, stepped out of the Chrysler.  They both wore black ski masks.

“We'll be taking that envelope.” The heavier of the two men stepped in front of her.

Sara knew she could run, but they would easily overtake her because of her high heels. “Here, it contains two thousand dollars.” Her voice shook slightly,  “Take it, just let me go.”

“Is the diary in there too?”

“Yes... why..?” Sara handed the envelope to the fat man, “Please just let me go.”

“We've got other plans for you.” The second man pulled the cap off of a large hypodermic needle.

“Ooff!!” Sara's foot caught the fat man between the legs.  He let go of the envelope and dropped to his knees. “Fucking bitch!”

Sara went for the envelope and pain shot through her face.  The kick snapped her head back and knocked her into the concrete behind her.

“Mike, you fuckin’ idiot, we weren't  supposed to mark her.”

“Fuck that Tony! Poke her, and let's get the fuck outta here!”

“Please no!” Warm blood dripped in Sara's eyes as she struggled to sit up.  Mike grabbed her roughly and forced her up against the car.

“Okay let's get this over with.” Tony swung the needle at Sara's leg.

Sara felt the needle poke into her leg as Tony's head smashed against the side car window.  Mitch swung him around like a ragdoll and threw him on the pavement. 

Mike yanked the needle from Sara's thigh and lunged at Mitch.  Mitch dodged with surprising agility and caught the fat man's wrist, wrenched the needle from his hand and drove it deeply into Mike's thigh fully depressing the plunger.

“Fuck…” Mike's knees crumpled under him.  He fell face first into the pavement.

Sara's vision began to fade as Mitch picked her up and ran towards his idling pickup truck.

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Sara opened her eyes slowly.  She was lying in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV.  The morning sunlight shone brightly in the window, and the clock read “7:10”.

“Woah!” A blond male nurse stopped Sara as she began to sit up.  “Take it easy.   You took a pretty good dose of a very dangerous designer drug.”

Sara glanced around the room.  Her swollen jaw made it uncomfortable to speak. “Where's Mitch?”

“You mean the guy who brought you in?  He’s probably being questioned by the police.” The nurse gave Sara a serious look, “Officer Brennon wants to know where you and Mitch got that drug.  You’re lucky to be alive.”

“What do you mean?  A couple of creeps tried to kill me with it!”

“Sara..” The nurse sighed, “Officer Brennon found the drug and the needles in your car.  You might as well just tell the truth.  Are you trying to protect.. uh.. Mitch?  Is he the one who did that to you?”

“No! I told you the truth!”

“Sara, it's Officer Brennon you need to convince, not me.  A woman named Kim Hathaway OD'd on the same drug less than a week ago.”

“Are you kidding?  I got the same drug that killed Kim?” Sara looked at the nurse in disbelief. “I was at her funeral yesterday morning.”

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Officer Brennon folded his arms. “Sara you need to tell us who sold you the drugs.”

“I told you the fucking truth!” Sara yelled.

“Sara, do you really have to use the 'F-word’?”

“Sara?” Joe poked his head in the door.

“Joe?” Sara clutched the embarrassingly thin hospital gown.

“Joe Christiansen!” Officer Brennon beamed. “What brings you to the hospital?!”

“I like to visit the sick kids and share a little scripture.  You should see their faces light up when they see me.”

Officer Brennon nodded.

“Sara.. what happened to you?”

“A couple of creeps tried to kill me last night.  They wanted Kim's diary.”

Officer Brennon shook his head. “She was doing drugs, and almost OD'd.”

“Officer Brennon..” Joe lowered his voice. “..with all due respect, I've known Sara for years and if she says that two men attacked her then that is what happened.” Joe turned his attention to Sara. “Did they get the uh.. diary?”

Sara closed her eyes, “I don't know.. I dropped it, I tried to get it, and that was when I got kicked in the face.”

“And that was when Mitch showed up?” Officer Brennon ventured.

Sara nodded, “Mitch saved my life.”

Joe pumped his fist, “Mitch finally did a good deed!”

“You believe that?” Officer Brennon looked at Joe in disbelief.

“Sure.” Joe grinned. “He was probably following Sara.”

“You mean stalking?”

Joe shrugged, “Mitch is not the worst guy in the world.  He just needs religion and a little balance in his life.  He’s his own worst enemy.”

Sara nodded, “Tell me about it..”

“Officer Brennon, did you find a diary?” Joe asked.

“No… why would anybody want Kim's diary?”

“I don’t know..” Joe admitted, “Maybe they were worried that there was something in it that might point to them as the drug dealers?”

“Yeah,  but how would they even know she kept a diary?”

“Maybe she threatened them with it.”

Officer Brennon nodded, “That makes sense.”

Joe looked at Sara nervously and took a breath,  “Sara are you getting ready to leave?  I'll give you a ride.. I'll buy you dinner… we could talk.”

“Sorry Joe, I'm seeing Bill Preston now..”

Joe flushed, “I was just offering as a friend.”

Sara smiled, “Thanks for offering.  But really I've got a hell of a headache and I probably won't be eating much more than soup for awhile.. I think I will rest a bit more, then catch an Uber.”

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“Officer Brennon, really you don't have give me a ride.” Sara signed the discharge papers.

Officer Brennon shrugged, “Your car's in the impound at the police station.  I would feel funny making you take an Uber.. besides, I want to talk to you.” He took a breath, “We gave Mitch a lie detector test.  He failed.  He claimed that he just happened to be driving by.  But we caught him in a lie when he said he parked his truck a little ways away and approached on foot… No, he was hiding and watching you.”

“You’re suspicious of Mitch?”

“He's a person of interest.”

“A person of interest?” Sara shook her  head. “Mitch might have killed those guys..  What happened to them? What happened to the car?  The diary?  Mitch was at the fucking police station all night?”

“Sara, do you really have to use the ‘F-word’?  You sound like Mitch… Look! Maybe Mitch is involved with the people selling the drugs.”

“Then he's in big trouble..” 

“That's right.” Officer Brennon nodded, “That's why we let him go.  We're going to keep an eye on him and see who comes after him.” He smiled suddenly, “Sara why didn't you let Joe take you home? He's a nice guy.”

“Because I'm seeing Bill now..”

“You are?” Officer Brennon frowned, “Then why don't you go to church together?”

“Officer Brennon, I met Bill in college.  I've been to church with him a couple of times.”

“On Sunday?”

“Yes, on Sunday!  What are you interrogating me?  Sunday is Bill's only day off!”

Officer Brennon sighed, “Bill goes to a Saturday afternoon service at Faith Family Church.  Sam's  sister, Bobby, attends the same service.”

“So you want to know why I don’t  attend church with Bill?  Who says I have to go to church with my boyfriend?” Sara exhaled, “Maybe it's just nice to take a break from religion once in a while.”

“What do you mean?” Officer Brennon frowned.

“You know what I mean.  I'm taking a break from that whole social circle.”

“Sara, I saw Bill eating dinner with Collette last night at Pete's Barbecue.”

“They like the same sorts of food.” Sara tried to sound casual.  “They're just friends.”

“Baloney!” Officer Brennon snickered.  “He really likes her.”

“Fuck you..” Sara glared. “Sorry…” tears streamed down her face. “Am I the most pathetic woman you know, or what?”

“Sara….Why don't you give Joe a chance?” Officer Brennon stopped the car in front of her apartment.

“Because I don't want to.” Sara climbed out of the car fast. “Thanks for the ride.”

"Sara, your purse!" Officer Brennan held it out the window.

"Thanks!" Sara grabbed it.

"You're welcome.  And keep that gown on!"

"Yeah!" Sara practically ran to her apartment door.  It would have been nice, if they hadn't taken her clothes.  Hospital gowns were almost worse than being naked!

A large Manila envelope with a square bulge -- the size of a small book -- lay on the doormat in front of her apartment door.

Sara snatched the envelope, and hurried inside.  She tossed the envelope, and her purse, on the kitchen counter, and hopped up on the sink.  She really had to pee!

Mitch used to just step behind a tree, or turn his back to her.  It wasn't long before they were peeing together.  She would just squat along side him.  One time they even peed in a concrete stairwell after a night on the town -- and a little underage drinking.

Sara took a breath and reached into the envelope.  She pulled out a small blue paperback Bible.  A sticky note on the cover read;. "Sara maybe this will help.                  , Best wishes, Joe"

There was a book marker in the Bible.   1 Corinthians 15, 53-54,  was highlighted.

53 For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. 54 When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”

"Yeah Joe, that really helps!" Sara laughed.  As Mitch used to say, What's Joe tripping on now?

"Well thanks for the Bible, Joe."  Sara studied the book - Third Addition New Revised Standard International Version.  It seemed that every year they came out with a new Bible.  Sara's phone rang.  She set the Bible down, and pulled her phone out of her purse.

“Sara, this is Bill.  How are you doing?  I just heard about your incident last night.”

“I’m doing okay, but my jaw is still swollen.  It's a good thing the school year just ended..”

“Yes it is! I sure hope they catch the creeps who did that to you.’

“Bill.. I think they're dead..  I think Mitch killed them… Somebody came and got the bodies and cleaned up the scene.  They even put needles and drugs in my car. ”

“What did they want?!”

“A diary Kim left in her Safety Deposit Box… I think they got it.  The police think they're the drug dealers who sold Kim the drug that killed her -- some new designer drug.”

“Well hopefully they will leave you alone now.”

“Hopefully..” Sara took a breath, “Bill.. are we… are we just friends?”

“Sara we need to talk.” Bill sighed, “My parents really like you, but.. we're different.  During the school year you are so busy with teaching that it's impossible to get together with you..  And when we do.. it seems.." Bill sighed again.  "It seems that we have little in common.”

“And you and Collette have a lot in common?”

There was a pause before Bill finally spoke.  “Yes… I'm sorry Sara, my friendship with Collette has developed into something more.”

Sara exhaled, “Officer Brennon wants to get me together with Joe Christiansen.“

“Of gawd not that jerk..”

“You really don't like Joe do you?  You know Joe doesn't talk bad about other people.  He actually defended Mitch to Officer Brennon.”

“He did?" Bill exhaled and snickered, "I suppose it's easy for Joe to play the nice guy now that he's a professional quarterback, and Mitch is nothing.”

“Bill admit it, you're just jealous of Joe.”

Bill exhaled, “Sara remember back in college when you took Mitch to an InterVarsity Christian meeting?”

“Yeah.. So? Mitch was his rival.”

“Yeah, but as student leader of a Christian group he shouldn't have acted like that.  He actually stood up there and called Mitch an atheist, and suggested that he was only there to be with you.  It was downright cringy."

“Mitch is an atheist! Besides Joe was just joking.’

“Mitch laughed it off like it was a joke.  But remember when Mitch tried to talk to Joe after the meeting? Joe totally ignored him, and pretended like he wasn't even there.  And then nobody would look at Mitch, let alone talk to him.”

“So? Football is a big thing here.”

““Sara, it's just a game.  Their football hero was being one upped by your boyfriend.  And it wasn't just the InterVarsity group..” Bill continued, “...the whole University seemed to rally against Mitch.  Remember the stuff in the University paper?”

“So Mitch still had me.”

“Did he?  I remember people in InterVarsity cutting you out of things, and Phillip constantly lecturing you about how you should break up with Mitch.  How would you feel if you were Mitch?  He was a High School football hero.  He came here on a full ride scholarship,.   But then everyone turned against him.  He got accused of serious crimes -- and then you dumped him.”

“Fuck you Bill.. You would go there.  Why are you defending him?” Tears streamed down Sara's face.  “FUCK YOU BILL!” Sara's voice shook. “I wasn't in love with Mitch!  I really wasn't!  I was just going out with him!”

“Then why were you having sex with him?”

Sara ended the call.

I probably will end up messing with the story myself.  I wanted to write a thriller/romance but I didn't quite succeed with what I was going for.  But I figured posting it here was better than just throwing it away.

Years ago I wrote a story that was rejected by another forum.  It is not my greatest story ever, but I'm not very good at writing from a woman's point of view.

I thought that maybe I would post the start here, and perhaps a woman might like to rework it from a female perspective, and add a little "peeing" to it.

If you would, then contact me and 8 will send you the full story.

Sorry, I did it in a huge font and I am having a terrible time reducing it 

 

THE STALKER

Sara winced as Pastor Goodman read the eulogy.  He tried valiantly to say positive things about Kim, but her life had been anything but positive.  Kim had been abused as a child by her stepfather.  In High School Kim got into drugs, and by the time she started University she had a full blown porn addiction.  

However University was one of the positives in Kim's life.  Kim was incredibly bright and she had gotten in on a full ride scholarship.  

When Pastor Goodman had them stand for the prayer Sara spotted Joe in the front.   At a height of six four he was hard to miss.  His heavily muscled broad shoulders, and tapered back, marked him clearly as an NFL football player.  Some women didn't like the look, but Sara, who'd worked the front desk in a gym, loved it.  

Coleen nudged Sara with her elbow, “Isn't that Mitch, in the back, near the door?”

Sara glanced back quickly.  She fought the fear and shame that began to grip her body and met Mitch's stare with a determined look of her own, “Fuck you Mitch! You're an atheist, what are you doing here?”

Mitch was about the same height and size as Joe, but those were the only similarities.  Mitch's hair was long and unkempt, he had a couple of days growth of a beard, and he was dressed the same way he always dressed -- in blue jeans and a thick white T-shirt.  Sara's gaze seemed to unnerve him.  Mitch broke eye contact, glanced around nervously, turned and left.

Back in University a girl in Sara's dormitory had spotted Mitch on the small bluff behind Sara's room one night.  Phillip, the tall slim dormitory Resident Advisor had gone out to talk to him.  He had found Mitch drinking beer and looking into Sara's room with a pair of binoculars.  Poor Phillip had gotten a huge black eye.  Amazingly that wasn't enough to get Mitch kicked out of the University, let alone kicked off the football team.  Nope, the player Coach Henderson had called the most talented quarterback he had ever recruited,  had to get a DUI, flunk a drug test, and get a restraining order -- brought against him for stalking Sara -- before the University finally let him go.  

When Mitch got kicked out, Joe took over as quarterback, and led the Landsharks to a National Championship. 

Coleen exhaled, “What was that psycho doing here?”

Sara shook her head, "Maybe Mitch was the one who supplied Kim with the drugs.."

 

“If that's true then he's a murderer.” Coleen glanced back at the entrance, then at Sara. “You think he's the one who killed Joe's girlfriend Anna, and those other girls on campus?”

“Kim was his alibi.” Sara glanced back at the exit.  "I was too.."

Pastor Goodman’s daughter Betsy took the mike.  “Our next speaker led the Landsharks to a National Championship, graduated Magna Cum Laude, and now plays quarterback for the Saints.  Let's welcome Joe Christiansen!”

Joe walked up to the mike and grinned broadly. “I didn't graduate Magna Cum Laude..” He set his light brown well worn leather bound Bible on the podium.  

Becky sat down and flashed Joe a flirty smile.

“Sorry..” Joe apologized, “This funeral is not about me.. We're gathered here to reflect on the life of a beautiful young lady -- Kim Hathaway.  She wasn't perfect, none of us are... we all fall short.  As Christians we must always be on guard against the evils of the world -- drugs, sex, and threats to our faith.  The devil can take many forms.   The world wants us to fail.. but Jesus wants us to win!”

Joe picked up his Bible and studied it for a moment, “In the end, when we die, what is really important?  Is it how much money we made? Is it how many touchdowns we threw? Or how many Championships we won?  How does that glorify Jesus? At the best football can be used as a platform to lead people to Christ -- to lead them away from the sort of evil that killed Kim.”

Bill sat down in the empty chair next to Sara.  He had a sugar cookie, and a cup of coffee. His worn grey suit looked a little wrinkled and ready for a dry clean. “Good grief..” he whispered to Sara, drawing her attention away from Joe as he continued to speak “..does Joe really have to be so preachy?  Why doesn't he talk about Kim?”

Suddenly everyone began clapping.

“Applause at a funeral?” Bill stood up, “I'm outta here..” .

Coleen looked at Sara in disbelief, “Are you frigging kidding me? Did Bill really just leave?”

“Bill doesn't like funerals.” Sara watched Joe shaking hands with people as he headed back to his seat.

“And he wasn't at church this morning..”

“Sunday’s Bill’s only day off.” Sara shrugged casually, “He's a good accountant, he does a lot of business.”

“Is he even really a believer?”

“Fuck you..” Sara glared at Coleen. 

“Classy Sara..”

“Sorry.. I didn't mean to use that word, but you're being a bitch Coleen.”

“A bitch?” Coleen rolled her eyes. “I don't know what you see in Bill.”

“He's sweet, he's kind, he's dependable..” Sara studied Joe's broad back.

“You’re crushing on Joe!”

“No..”

“Sara could you really imagine making love to Bill?”

“Fuck you..” Sara exhaled, “You would go there!  Sex isn't everything.. There’s a difference between lust and love.  Bill’s a good man!  Besides... it's not like we're living together.”

Coleen grinned, “If you don’t start going to church you won’t have even a sliver of a prayer of getting together with Joe.”

“Coleen, you just broke up with Kenneth and you're giving me relationship advice?”

“Yeah..” Coleen smirked, “..yes I am.  I've seen Joe looking at you.  He likes you!”

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Sara opened the envelope.  She was surprised to find twenty brand new one hundred dollar bills held together with a rubber band.  That was Kim. Instead of putting the money in her bank account she put it in a safety deposit box.

“Thank you Kim” Sara looked at the little stack of money with sadness.  Poor Kim, to her that two thousand dollars must have seemed like a fortune.  Sara's family wasn't poor like Kim's but she would be the last one to get anything from her parents.  They didn't even come to her graduation.

The only other item in the envelope was a little worn book.  Flowers adorned the cover.  It was a diary…  Tears clouded Sara's eyes, “I'm not reading your diary Kim..” It reminded her too much of the diary she had begun when she first started dating Mitch. “Fuck you Mitch!” Sara stuffed the diary back into the envelope.  “You fucked up everything!”

It was pleasantly cool outside, and Sara welcomed the walk to her car in the dark.  Bill was really just a male friend, but what was wrong with that? Joe? Sara still pictured Joe with Anna..

Sara clutched the envelope tightly as she crossed the deserted parking lot.  She didn't need her parents money, she didn't need their help.  She loved her job as a kindergarten teacher.  One day she would have kids of her own.  

A beat up old red Chrysler four door was parked behind Sara's car at a peculiar angle. As Sara approached,  two fat men, a little taller than Sara, stepped out of the Chrysler.  They both wore black ski masks.

“We'll be taking that envelope.” The heavier of the two men stepped in front of her.

Sara knew she could run, but they would easily overtake her because of her high heels. “Here, it contains two thousand dollars.” Her voice shook slightly,  “Take it, just let me go.”

“Is the diary in there too?”

“Yes... why..?” Sara handed the envelope to the fat man, “Please just let me go.”

“We've got other plans for you.” The second man pulled the cap off of a large hypodermic needle.

“Ooff!!” Sara's foot caught the fat man between the legs.  He let go of the envelope and dropped to his knees. “Fucking bitch!”

Sara went for the envelope and pain shot through her face.  The kick snapped her head back and knocked her into the concrete behind her.

“Mike, you fuckin’ idiot, we weren't  supposed to mark her.”

“Fuck that Tony! Poke her, and let's get the fuck outta here!”

“Please no!” Warm blood dripped in Sara's eyes as she struggled to sit up.  Mike grabbed her roughly and forced her up against the car.

“Okay let's get this over with.” Tony swung the needle at Sara's leg.

Sara felt the needle poke into her leg as Tony's head smashed against the side car window.  Mitch swung him around like a ragdoll and threw him on the pavement. 

Mike yanked the needle from Sara's thigh and lunged at Mitch.  Mitch dodged with surprising agility and caught the fat man's wrist, wrenched the needle from his hand and drove it deeply into Mike's thigh fully depressing the plunger.

“Fuck…” Mike's knees crumpled under him.  He fell face first into the pavement.

Sara's vision began to fade as Mitch picked her up and ran towards his idling pickup truck.

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Sara opened her eyes slowly.  She was lying in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV.  The morning sunlight shone brightly in the window, and the clock read “7:10”.

“Woah!” A blond male nurse stopped Sara as she began to sit up.  “Take it easy.   You took a pretty good dose of a very dangerous designer drug.”

Sara glanced around the room.  Her swollen jaw made it uncomfortable to speak. “Where's Mitch?”

“You mean the guy who brought you in?  He’s probably being questioned by the police.” The nurse gave Sara a serious look, “Officer Brennon wants to know where you and Mitch got that drug.  You’re lucky to be alive.”

“What do you mean?  A couple of creeps tried to kill me with it!”

“Sara..” The nurse sighed, “Officer Brennon found the drug and the needles in your car.  You might as well just tell the truth.  Are you trying to protect.. uh.. Mitch?  Is he the one who did that to you?”

“No! I told you the truth!”

“Sara, it's Officer Brennon you need to convince, not me.  A woman named Kim Hathaway OD'd on the same drug less than a week ago.”

“Are you kidding?  I got the same drug that killed Kim?” Sara looked at the nurse in disbelief. “I was at her funeral yesterday morning.”

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Officer Brennon folded his arms. “Sara you need to tell us who sold you the drugs.”

“I told you the fucking truth!” Sara yelled.

“Sara, do you really have to use the 'F-word’?”

“Sara?” Joe poked his head in the door.

“Joe?” Sara clutched the embarrassingly thin hospital gown.

“Joe Christiansen!” Officer Brennon beamed. “What brings you to the hospital?!”

“I like to visit the sick kids and share a little scripture.  You should see their faces light up when they see me.”

Officer Brennon nodded.

“Sara.. what happened to you?”

“A couple of creeps tried to kill me last night.  They wanted Kim's diary.”

Officer Brennon shook his head. “She was doing drugs, and almost OD'd.”

“Officer Brennon..” Joe lowered his voice. “..with all due respect, I've known Sara for years and if she says that two men attacked her then that is what happened.” Joe turned his attention to Sara. “Did they get the uh.. diary?”

Sara closed her eyes, “I don't know.. I dropped it, I tried to get it, and that was when I got kicked in the face.”

“And that was when Mitch showed up?” Officer Brennon ventured.

Sara nodded, “Mitch saved my life.”

Joe pumped his fist, “Mitch finally did a good deed!”

“You believe that?” Officer Brennon looked at Joe in disbelief.

“Sure.” Joe grinned. “He was probably following Sara.”

“You mean stalking?”

Joe shrugged, “Mitch is not the worst guy in the world.  He just needs religion and a little balance in his life.  He’s his own worst enemy.”

Sara nodded, “Tell me about it..”

“Officer Brennon, did you find a diary?” Joe asked.

“No… why would anybody want Kim's diary?”

“I don’t know..” Joe admitted, “Maybe they were worried that there was something in it that might point to them as the drug dealers?”

“Yeah,  but how would they even know she kept a diary?”

“Maybe she threatened them with it.”

Officer Brennon nodded, “That makes sense.”

Joe looked at Sara nervously and took a breath,  “Sara are you getting ready to leave?  I'll give you a ride.. I'll buy you dinner… we could talk.”

“Sorry Joe, I'm seeing Bill Preston now..”

Joe flushed, “I was just offering as a friend.”

Sara smiled, “Thanks for offering.  But really I've got a hell of a headache and I probably won't be eating much more than soup for awhile.. I think I will rest a bit more, then catch an Uber.”

I would not want to literally live my life over.  I wouldn't want to lose my wife or kids.  But it is interesting to hear about other people's experiences and what they have learned.  

I have been a truck driver for about twenty-seven years.  To be honest I don't honestly get all that upset by little stuff on the road, I am just too used to it.  But if somebody does something REALLY crazy like driving at a stupid speed -- and getting into an accident in front of me -- it makes me angry.  And on a more personal level I wish my wife would drive a little less aggressively, and more cautiously.  It makes me uncomfortable when riding with her.

It would make an interesting fictional story.  The consciousness of the person travels back in time and the person's life takes a whole different direction, repeatedly back to the same age -- when they have the option to go back and do it over.

6 hours ago, likesToLick said:

It depends.  For me it went the other way sometimes.  I can report that feeling lonely when your girlfriend is with you is much worse than feeling lonely when you are alone. 

That feeling of being in a relationship where you have so little in common that you will be forever strangers, is hard to take.

I went on dates with women like that.  I felt uncomfortable around women who wouldn't talk.  For me being out with a woman who talked too much was always a good date.

 

Maybe I should have named this thread "Lessons we've learned in life".

We experience and see a lot of different things.  I was thinking about ridiculous advice people give, and it brought back a memory from my first year in University.

People try to argue "A girlfriend / wife / friend won't fill the empty void you feel when all alone.  And I have found that is nonsense. 

When you're with a friend, a girlfriend, your wife, you naturally start thinking about them.  It frees you up from only thinking about yourself.  You can go places and do things in public that you would be very uncomfortable to do alone.  You enjoy them because you are not overly focused on yourself.  

Sex doesn't make you into a man, or adult.  Having a wife, and kids, that you think about, and focus on, instead of yourself, changes you.  You would sacrifice yourself for them.  

 My first year at a four year University I lived in the dorms, and ate in the dining hall.  I remember being jealous, or at least envious, of one guy.  ALL of the girls were raving about him, and madly competing over him.  He was white, upper class, from South Africa.

He was in some of my classes and we became friends.  Not because I tried to become his friend, but because he was really friendly.

He was a good looking guy, but that wasn't the reason the girls were so infatuated with him.  It was his "personality".  He was "charming", but what did that mean?  So we all wanted to know what his secret was.

He had gone to expensive private schools, I think possibly boarding schools.  And they didn't just educate, they also taught "manners".  And it wasn't just simple things like not touching your face, or holding open a door, he said that they taught people not to talk about themselves, and really listen to other people -- and they practiced and practiced.  It worked extremely well!  

Personally I am no good at it, and it almost hurts my brain like I am trying to learn another language.  And I don't really know how to do it.  But if I did I would try to teach my kids.  I think I may try researching it.

I loved it.  It seems like a brilliant way to start a story.  Maybe follow up with a small cocktail party at her inlaws place?!

I've been thinking about how I should explain things to my kids.  I can try to interpret things that I've seen and experienced -- but I've misinterpreted things.  So maybe the best thing to do will be to tell them about my experiences.

What things have you guys experienced that you've learned things from?