Determined To Live by C. M. Wright Page A

disappointed when he leaves my hands
tied, though.
    Jake
then carries me upstairs to a large room. This one already has cots
set up, their bedding folded at the end of them. He carries me
through a second door that ends up being a bathroom, complete with
shower, where places me on a chair in the corner of the room and
tells me he's going to " help
me "
go to the bathroom.
    What the...!
    Uh, no thanks.
    When I tell him I
can do it myself, he ignores me and lifts me up until I'm in standing
on my good foot, then pulls on me until I'm forced to hop and follow,
or fall on my face.
    He
unbuttons and unzips my fatigue bottoms, and I sit on the toilet and
flash back to when I was uncomfortable with little Mel watching me. What
I wouldn't give for it to be Mel watching me now!
    But
thankfully, Jake pays no attention to me as he goes over to turn the
shower on. So I empty my bladder, but when I'm done I start panicking
about how I'm going to wipe myself, considering I'm tied up. There
is no way in hell I'm going to let him do that!
    Ok.
    "Maybe
I am," I
think to myself as he does exactly that.
    Oh my god! Just
kill me now!
    But there is
definitely no way in hell that I'm taking a shower while he's in here
watching me!
    Again, maybe I
am.
    Jake
starts stripping my clothes off, having to untie me to get my shirt
off. He grabs a plastic trash bag from the cabinet under the sink and
seals my cast. He lifts me into the shower, then he shuts the curtain
and I breathe a sigh of relief. Ok,
I can deal with this. I relax and decide to just take advantage of the perfect almost hot
shower, even though I had one not that long ago, but it's not as if I
have much of a choice.
    Just as I pick up
the bottle of shampoo, the curtain toward the back of the shower
flies open and I spin around, falling back against the side shower
wall when I lose my balance. I gasp when a very naked Jake steps
inside.
    Oh dear god!
    What a complete
waste of an amazing body. A beautiful body with an incredibly
twisted, ugly mind.
    As his huge hands
come up and move in my direction - breast high - I back away. But too
soon, the shower wall slams into my back.
    So this is it.
    But
he surprises me when all he does is take the shampoo bottle out of my
hand.
    "Turn around,"
he orders.
    I do, and soon feel
his hands smoothing the creamy mixture through my hair, his fingers
gently massaging my scalp as he does his best to avoid the swollen,
painful spots. He turns me so my back is to the spray of water, then
rinses my hair. Turning me around again, he goes through the whole
process with the conditioner, except this time - once he gets my hair
thoroughly coated - he slowly, gently runs his hands down each side
of my body, then slides them across my stomach. After that, his hands
go on an intense exploration of my body.
    I
won't lie - Ha!
What's the use? You'd know the truth, anyway. -
but leaning against his hard-muscled chest, his hands on my body, his
lips on my neck - Oh,
yeah. Did I forget to mention the lips part? - and the fact I can't see him to remember who he is, all come
together to make me lose my senses - if
I ever really had any.
    I relax against his
chest, close my eyes and moan with the incredible pleasure his hands
are giving. His lips make their way to my cheek and then tease at the
corner of my mouth. I bring my arms up, running my own hands through
his wet hair, and turn my head so that our lips can meet for a full
kiss. When they do, I moan even louder and move my hands to the back
of his neck to pull him firmer and closer to me.
    Then he blows it.
    No!
Not that!
    Man, you people
really need help!
    He speaks .
    "Ah, Canada. I
knew you loved me," he moans out, his lips trailing kisses down
the side of my face.
    My eyes fly open
and my body tenses up. I drop my arms and straighten my body away
from his, horrified at what I've done.
    "Jake,
I'm sorry, but I'm so tired and I'm not feeling very good. I think I
need to get some sleep. I'm sorry," I have a feeling