housecoat to
cover her nakedness. Unable to hide the hurt in her voice, she murmured, “I
don’t understand.”
Eliminating the distance between
them, he turned her towards him, grabbed her face between his hands, and placed
his lips almost desperately against hers. “Oh, baby, baby, baby,” he murmured
against her lips. “I want you desperately… more than air. But I don’t want our
first time to be like this. I want it to be special. I want you to be sure. I
want you to be ready. Okay?”
He continued to kiss her tenderly
and rubbed her back gently, soothing her, and letting her know it was
okay.
After placing kisses on her nose,
forehead, and cheeks, he pulled back and smoothed her wet hair away from her
face. “This really sucks,” he said with a small laugh.
“It really does,” she agreed.
“Are we okay?”
“More, than okay,” she said softly.
“I have to work tomorrow, but how
about dinner at my place? I’ll make you my specialty.”
“And what would that be?” she asked
with a grin.
“Why, pizza, of course.”
She couldn’t stop the laugh which
bubbled up and escaped her lips. He grinned back at her.
“I’ll pick you up after my shift
tomorrow, around seven, okay?”
Joyously, she nodded.
§§§
“…Now, Tanga ,
when Mr. Smith gets here, I want you stand in the middle of the room and slowly
turn completely around like we practiced. Okay?”
With her fingers in her mouth, she
whimpered, “But it’s embarrassing.”
Lifting a hand to brush her styled
hair away from her face, he said softly, “As I’ve told you repeatedly, you have
nothing to be embarrassed about.”
With her lips quivering, she asked,
“What’s going to happen after?”
With a deep, exasperated sigh, he
said, “ Tanga , we’ve discussed this. Nothing in life
is free. We all have to do our part. This is your part. If you think about it,
it’s really a small thing to do for your family. Don’t you think?”
“But I’m scared,” she said, still
unconvinced.
Firmly, he stated, “You will do as
you are told. I don’t want you to bat an eyelash if the man wants you take off
your nightgown. You hear me, girl?”
“I think this is wrong, Daddy.
Please don’t make me do this, please!”
“You listen to me, you little tramp.
You will do as you are told. Don’t make me force you…”
Tate woke up with a gasp. She slid a
hand over her face to discover tears. What would make her have this dream? She
should have gone back to see Dr. Randall. She assumed it had to do with the
kiss between Jace and the redhead. But that was
innocent.
With a flip of her head, she glanced
at the clock radio, four thirty-three. With the palm of her hand, she thumped
her forehead. Two hundred twenty-two dollars and thirty-three cents, the cost
of her software package! Crawling out of the bed, she clicked on the lamp and
padded into the kitchen. Earlier the day before, she’d gotten a newspaper. With
a quick flick of her wrist, she snapped open the paper and began searching for
another part-time job. There had to be something she could do to make some
extra money. As she combed the ads, her hopes began to wane. Her time was so
limited, what with going to college fulltime and working at night and during
the weekend mornings. When was she supposed to squeeze in another job?
She shoved the paper onto the floor
and snapped on her laptop. With a few strokes of the keypad, she entered into a
help-wanted website. As she scrolled down, she saw in big, bold letters: WANTED
– younger companion for older gentleman; all expenses paid.
Her heart began to pound and her
hands began to sweat. Fragments of her earlier dream, mixed with the ad, forced Mr. Smith into her mind.
She swallowed convulsively as she
waited for Mr. Smith to arrive. She glanced down at the nightgown she wore. She
was startled to realize its sheer fabric had become see-through in the bright
lights of the room. Tears welled up in her eyes
cover her nakedness. Unable to hide the hurt in her voice, she murmured, “I
don’t understand.”
Eliminating the distance between
them, he turned her towards him, grabbed her face between his hands, and placed
his lips almost desperately against hers. “Oh, baby, baby, baby,” he murmured
against her lips. “I want you desperately… more than air. But I don’t want our
first time to be like this. I want it to be special. I want you to be sure. I
want you to be ready. Okay?”
He continued to kiss her tenderly
and rubbed her back gently, soothing her, and letting her know it was
okay.
After placing kisses on her nose,
forehead, and cheeks, he pulled back and smoothed her wet hair away from her
face. “This really sucks,” he said with a small laugh.
“It really does,” she agreed.
“Are we okay?”
“More, than okay,” she said softly.
“I have to work tomorrow, but how
about dinner at my place? I’ll make you my specialty.”
“And what would that be?” she asked
with a grin.
“Why, pizza, of course.”
She couldn’t stop the laugh which
bubbled up and escaped her lips. He grinned back at her.
“I’ll pick you up after my shift
tomorrow, around seven, okay?”
Joyously, she nodded.
§§§
“…Now, Tanga ,
when Mr. Smith gets here, I want you stand in the middle of the room and slowly
turn completely around like we practiced. Okay?”
With her fingers in her mouth, she
whimpered, “But it’s embarrassing.”
Lifting a hand to brush her styled
hair away from her face, he said softly, “As I’ve told you repeatedly, you have
nothing to be embarrassed about.”
With her lips quivering, she asked,
“What’s going to happen after?”
With a deep, exasperated sigh, he
said, “ Tanga , we’ve discussed this. Nothing in life
is free. We all have to do our part. This is your part. If you think about it,
it’s really a small thing to do for your family. Don’t you think?”
“But I’m scared,” she said, still
unconvinced.
Firmly, he stated, “You will do as
you are told. I don’t want you to bat an eyelash if the man wants you take off
your nightgown. You hear me, girl?”
“I think this is wrong, Daddy.
Please don’t make me do this, please!”
“You listen to me, you little tramp.
You will do as you are told. Don’t make me force you…”
Tate woke up with a gasp. She slid a
hand over her face to discover tears. What would make her have this dream? She
should have gone back to see Dr. Randall. She assumed it had to do with the
kiss between Jace and the redhead. But that was
innocent.
With a flip of her head, she glanced
at the clock radio, four thirty-three. With the palm of her hand, she thumped
her forehead. Two hundred twenty-two dollars and thirty-three cents, the cost
of her software package! Crawling out of the bed, she clicked on the lamp and
padded into the kitchen. Earlier the day before, she’d gotten a newspaper. With
a quick flick of her wrist, she snapped open the paper and began searching for
another part-time job. There had to be something she could do to make some
extra money. As she combed the ads, her hopes began to wane. Her time was so
limited, what with going to college fulltime and working at night and during
the weekend mornings. When was she supposed to squeeze in another job?
She shoved the paper onto the floor
and snapped on her laptop. With a few strokes of the keypad, she entered into a
help-wanted website. As she scrolled down, she saw in big, bold letters: WANTED
– younger companion for older gentleman; all expenses paid.
Her heart began to pound and her
hands began to sweat. Fragments of her earlier dream, mixed with the ad, forced Mr. Smith into her mind.
She swallowed convulsively as she
waited for Mr. Smith to arrive. She glanced down at the nightgown she wore. She
was startled to realize its sheer fabric had become see-through in the bright
lights of the room. Tears welled up in her eyes
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