Olympic
Rescue
Larry
Rozos was Greek by descent and like most Greeks, he traveled back to Greece
very often. At the age of 25, he had
been to Greece
11 times so he felt very comfortable with getting around the country of his
ancestors. In the summer of 2008, like
many others, Larry was hooked on the Olympic games in Beijing, China. He watched as much as the Olympic games as he
possibly could, always fascinated at how every four years he watched games he
wouldn’t dream of watching any other time.
One such game was gymnastics. As
someone who always believed in rationalizing emotions, he tried to talk himself
out of innocent crushes on the woman gymnasts as they normally had extremely
muscular legs and flat chests that, when not in a leotard, wasn’t as appealing
to the eyes as it seemed on TV. Every
other Olympics, Larry would be able to shut off his attraction to the young
girls and forget them when the two weeks of the Olympics were over. This year, however, he just couldn’t shake
the image of Sarah Jackson. He kept
telling himself that she was 16-years-old and completely illegal. Larry considered it a major turnoff if a girl
was not legal no matter what she looked like.
Although he liked flexibility in women, and a gymnast is the epitome of
that, Larry never really obsessed over gymnasts before for the above mentioned
reasons. Even when looking at Olga Lukaskaya,
the other American gymnastics gold medalist, he told himself that objectively
she was better looking. She was thinner
and taller than Sarah, which Larry liked in a woman. Despite this though, Olga Lukaskaya was far
from his mind when the Olympics ended but Sarah Jackson remained.
In the summer of 2009, Larry returned to Greece. For the first time, he rented a car because
he planned to do a lot of touring to areas he hadn’t yet seen in Greece. Such places were few, but he always sought to
shorten the list. While he was driving,
he spotted someone that he seemed to recognize on the street near monostiraki,
the largest marketplace in Greece
near the acropolis in Athens. As Larry looked closer, he realized it was Sarah
Jackson; and she was getting in a cab.
He was very conflicted. On one
hand, he wanted to meet her, but on the other hand, he knew she was now 17, and
still illegal. He was ashamed of the
fact that he actually looked her up online the previous fall to determine that
her birthday was in January. He quickly
convinced himself that he’d just follow the cab to see which hotel she was
staying at, so that he could decide if he wanted to meet her, maybe get a
picture and an autograph, or just let her enjoy her vacation. With that, he began following the cab. After a while, Larry thought it odd that the
cab driver was leaving the city limits.
He looked at his global GPS and decided that there was no harm in
continuing to follow her with the guarantee of not being lost no matter where
she ended up. He also figured that the
cab driver was driving the fare up by going in the wrong direction and around
town before going to the hotel. He has
had cab drivers do this to him in Greece despite his knowing Greek
and telling them his familiarity with the area.
He reconsidered this as the car ride got longer for tourists were dumb
but driving for an hour down country roadside may be a little much. He then thought that perhaps Sarah Jackson
didn’t want to deal with paparazzi and tourists wanting her autograph so stayed
at a remote place outside the city. But,
how far was she willing to inconvenience herself?
Sarah Jackson had just done some shopping in Athens, Greece. She heard this was the best place to shop and
she wasn’t disappointed. She had been
doing a lot of traveling since her Olympic experience and enjoyed every minute
of it. At first, she was very big on
having security when she traveled around but then she realized that it had been
a year since the Olympics and, although she was worshipped as a goddess in her
home state of Iowa,
elsewhere, she was able to become lost in the crowd. Being 4’8” tall helped with losing herself as
well. She loved the culture of Greece and was
having a blast learning the history. She
didn’t really know her way around, but she wanted to eventually make it to Olympia, where the
Olympics were started. Having
participated in an Olympics and winning gold and silver medals, she felt a
strong connection and appreciation for the people that started it. Although the modern Olympic games started in Athens, the ancient games took place in Olympia.
Even today, the flame for the Olympic torch starts in Olympia.
She was tired of shopping and wanted to go back to her hotel to get some
much needed rest. When she finally
entered the cab, she gave her address and relaxed in the back seat glad to be
off her feet. After a while, her senses
tuned back into what was going on around her and she became worried. They had been driving for a while and she
didn’t remember the hotel being that far from the acropolis. It was at this time she noticed glass between
her and the driver. Although this was
common in New York,
this was not how the previous cabs she had been in were. She said something to the driver hoping that
he knew English, “Excuse me, but this doesn’t look like the way to the hotel?”
“I’m taking a short cut” the driver responded with a
thick accent
“We’ve kind of been driving a long time for it to be
a short cut.”
“A lot traffic, would have been stopped hours”
Sarah looked around her but only saw mountains and
dry terrain. It was beautiful, but there
didn’t seem to be any civilization around.
She contemplated getting out but that didn’t seem possible because she
thought it unlikely that someone would be coming for a while. She spoke up again, “Look, I’ll pay for you
to go back to the city and wait in traffic.”
“Don’t worry, I know this country very well.”
“What if I pay you double?”
“Little girl, it’ll be okay, trust me.”
Sarah realized that arguing seemed fruitless so she
decided to risk it. Someone had to be
driving by eventually and she was young and innocent looking so thought that
the likelihood of being picked up was pretty good. It crossed her mind that it
was dangerous, but she was beginning to believe that staying in this cab was
certain danger. She yelled at him, “Let
me out please”
“We no close to any cabs, you die out here alone.”
“Someone will come, just let me out now” she said
more sternly as frustration was beginning to develop and being polite was no
longer important to her.
The driver looked in the mirror and said, “Not too
much longer” with a suspicious smile.
Sarah tried to open the door thinking she would just
dive out. It would hurt but she was a
gymnast and could tumble probably better than most everyone on the planet. As she pushed at the door and tried the
locks, however, she realized she was locked in.
She pushed against the door whimpering and staring back at the driver
petrified. She lied flat on her back and
in desperation kicked the window as hard as she could. She repeatedly kicked as the driver just stared
in the rear view mirror smiling. He knew
the cab window was made of reinforced shatter-proof glass and there was no way
even an Olympian could kick through it.
He hoped that she would keep trying, for the more tired she was, the
easier it would be to execute his plan.
The American girl kept shouting at him but he stopped paying
attention. He realized now that she
figured out they were not going to the hotel, so he turned up the radio and
kept driving to his destination as she frantically kicked at the window and
retrying the doors. He flipped on the
child lock so there really was no escape.
If he wasn’t enjoying watching the American girl struggle so much, he
might have looked beyond the back seat in his rear view mirror and see that a
car was following him on a road where there were no other cars.
Larry rationalized that he was at the point of no
return. He had followed the cab for this
long, so he might as well see it through to the end. Since there weren’t many people on the road,
he tried to keep his distance. Maybe the
cab driver noticed he was following him so was driving around until he got
bored. Larry was competitive and, like
everything else in his life, saw this as a game. His will against Sarah Jackson’s, who he
believed was telling the cab driver to try to lose him. It did occur to him that the cab driver
wasn’t driving very evasively; if you were trying to lose someone, why use turn
signals and not turn very often. He
wasn’t even going that fast. Deep down
he knew he was just trying to rationalize something that didn’t make any sense
to him and it seemed more adventurous if it was a game. Finally the cab pulled into a driveway and into
a garage. Larry drove straight past it
and pulled over contemplating what to do now.
It looked sketchy if he just knocked on the garage door because there
really was no excuse. Despite being in
the middle of nowhere, he kept thinking they were going to a smaller city to a
hotel but there was no way that garage was a hotel. He now began reconsidering his options, maybe
Sarah Jackson knew someone in Greece,
but then why wouldn’t he/she just pick her up in Athens?
Greeks were very nice and extremely hospitable people; there is no way
they would allow someone to take a two hour cab ride to them. He searched his brain to try to determine what
he wanted to do given these new set of circumstances. He was very exposed on the road and had full
view of the garage, which means they could have full view of him.
Sarah was terrified.
She had tried pleading with the driver to let her go and to allow her to
buy her freedom; but the man just smiled and told her she was his now. He tried asking him what he wanted, but he
just had the chilling response of “you.” As she realized reasoning with him was
pointless, she started crying, for she was helpless. It wasn’t like the movies, just because you
were flexible and a gymnast, didn’t mean you could fight. Jean-Claude-Van-Damme and Tony Jaa were
amazingly gifted gymnasts and their flexibility and agility were awe-inspiring,
but even they would admit they cannot fight.
Sarah Jackson was no exception to this rule. Finally, the cab pulled into a garage. If she didn’t know before that this situation
was sketchy; she certainly did now. The
driver turned off the cab and closed the garage door. Unlike in America, European cab drivers owned
their cabs. Therefore, nobody would
notice him off the radar. There was no
boss to report in to, no supervisor, so he could keep the cab as long as he
wanted. The driver opened the cab door
and found it jammed into him. He half
expected this so he jumped back but the door still smacked him backwards.
Sarah
had kicked the door the second he opened it and started running for the door to
the garage. The driver chased her to the
door and drove his forearm into her lower back as he slammed her against the locked
garage door. He wrapped his arms around
her and lifted her from her stomach and twisted his body throwing her to the
ground. Sarah got up on all fours only
to find herself being kicked in the solar plexus. She rolled onto her back and the man straddled
her with his hands around her neck. As Sarah
grabbed his arms, she felt the driver getting up and lifting her with
ease.
The
driver was pleasantly surprised that this American gymnast was extremely
light. He threw her onto a balance beam
that he had in the garage. He used his
knees to collapse on Sarah’s shins pinning them against the balance beam that
was only slightly elevated off the ground.
He did this intentionally because he wanted to be able to get her on the
beam with ease but still leave some room underneath. When he had her shins pinned to the side of
the balance beam, he reached into his pockets and pulled out hand cuffs that he
wrapped around each of Sarah’s legs under the balance beam, she was now trapped
and he was safe from her most lethal weapon; her legs. He stood up and smiled down at a horrified Sarah
as he pulled a knife from his pocket. He
said, “I’d be still right now for I wouldn’t want to cut that cute body of
yours.”
Sarah tried to kick her legs up but the chain of the
handcuffs would just catch on the bottom of the balance beam. The driver knelt down and removed her
shoes. She tried kicking, but due to her
limited movement, she couldn’t resist too well.
Soon her socks were off. She sat
up and slapped the driver in the face only to be punched in the stomach and
mounted with a hand on her throat and the other hand wielding the knife. She
watched as the knife was slipped underneath her shirt and she remained still as
tears streamed down her cheek as the cold steel glided up her midsection. She
felt pressure on her back as the driver brought the blade of the knife up
against the fabric of her shirt by her collar before ripping. The driver brought the knife down slicing the
shirt in half and then cutting along the sleeves as well. With a pull of the shirt, the front half came
off and the driver threw it to the side leaving just her bra. He undid her belt and cut off her shorts in
similar fashion. Sarah stopped
resisting. All she did was cry as she
whimpered for him to please stop but he didn’t seem like he would. The driver wasted no time to cut the straps
of her bra leaving her in just her panties.
He got up off her and grabbed her by the arm and yanked her forward so
she was now laying face down on the balance beam. She felt him mount on top of her again facing
her legs as he yanked up on her panties as they wedged between her anus
exposing the cheeks. She heard the
elastic band rip as the man got up to pull it over her head. At this point, she even raised her arms as any
thought of resisting escaped her. The man slapped her on the buttocks twice
before cutting the sides off and pulling the only article of clothing she had
left. She was now completely nude at his
mercy. He said as he patted her butt,
“You can scream if you want to, nobody will hear you and I’ll enjoy it.”
Larry sat in his car for a while deciding what he
should do. He was a naturally shy person
and these kind of things he just didn’t do.
He finally decided that if he came this far, he should at least
look. He approached the door to the
garage and waited there. One thing Larry
always carried were two knives clipped to his waist. He had never used them in an actual fight,
but he was always of the opinion that he’d rather have them and not need them than
need them and not have them. For the
most part though, he knew at least one was for show since it was so old, he
wasn’t able to use the one hand opener so couldn’t get it quickly and needed
both hands to open it. This is why he
kept that one on his left side; the one on his right was a spring assisted
blade and could be drawn pretty quickly. He put his ear to the door to see if he heard
anything. He assumed that Sarah Jackson
knew this man and was probably dating him.
He thought it odd that she would be dating a cab driver but then he
realized he really knew nothing about her.
Maybe she was like many American girls who just hook up with almost any
male they find while on vacation. He
looked through the window on the garage door and saw a man undressing himself
and a naked Sarah Jackson on a balance beam.
He assumed that he was correct in thinking that she was just getting a
hook up until he heard her scream, “Help me!!!” followed by loud sobs.
Sarah didn’t see someone peeking through the window
but watching the driver undress himself made her scream hoping against hope
that someone would hear but it wasn’t too promising. The driver just looked at her and smiled as
he was confident that they were alone and her screams just aroused him more. Then, he heard glass break and looked over to
see an arm reaching in and unlocking the door.
In his surprise, he didn’t react until the door opened and there stood a
bald man dressed in American clothing.
The man yelled at him in the driver’s native tongue, “What the fuck are
you doing.”
After hearing the scream, Larry reacted out of pure
adrenaline filled instinct as he bent down to grab one of the many rocks near
the door and broke the window so he could unlock it. He opened the door and ran in yelling at the
man. For reasons unknown to him, he
didn’t even look at the naked girl to his side but stared at the guy who was
previously undressing.
The driver realized that he may be able to get away
with this since the intruder knew Greek. He stuck to the Greek and said, “I picked
up this girl in the city, get out of here you stalker.”
Although Larry didn’t understand the last word he
said to him, he got the idea it was an insult.
He responded, “Girls don’t normally scream to help them when they want
to fuck”
Sarah Jackson was worried that this man wasn’t here
to rescue her. He was talking to the man
in Greek, a language she didn’t understand.
She looked between them and sensed that they were confronting each other
and it wasn’t a friendly conversation based on their intonation but Greek was a
harsh language so she could just mistake that for their arguing as she had done
in the past. Her doubts were expelled
when the driver charged at the intruder.
As the driver lunged, Larry jumped sideways keeping
his foot in front of the driver’s leg and kicking at his left hamstring as he
approached tripping him forward. The
driver put his arms out to break his fall and his forearms were cut on some
shattered pieces of glass. He rose
quickly, however, only to see Larry jump up as well with his arms up looking
ready for a fight. They circled each
other for a little bit before the driver stepped in to a punch, which Larry
blocked. Larry grabbed the back of the
man’s neck and put pressure on it trying to force him down. One of his problems in fights was that he
always wrestled instead of struck. This
would cost him as the driver drove his shoulder into Larry’s midsection and
drove him back toward the wall. Larry
was able to turn his body and use the driver’s momentum against him before
pinning him against the wall. The driver
punched Larry twice in the stomach and followed it up with a punch to the
face. Larry staggered only to be tackled
to the ground. He defensively put his
arms up as the driver reigned punches down trying to get by Larry’s arm and to
his face. Larry managed to drive his palm
up into the driver’s nose to stop his arms from flailing at him. The driver
hadn’t connected on a blow and rolled off Larry holding his nose. Larry pushed him off balance and twirled his
legs toward the man and kicked his right foot out connecting with the driver’s
face. He used the driver’s recovery time
to give him the opportunity to get to his feet.
He ran forward as the driver got up and jumped to the side of a lunging
driver and placed his knee underneath the driver’s arm and into his solar
plexus. Larry lost his balance and
collapsed to the ground after contact and frantically got to his feet only to
turn around and see the driver staggering facing him. The driver reached into his pocket and pulled
out the knife he had used to strip Sarah Jackson and brandished it at Larry. Larry unclipped the spring-assisted blade
from his waist and snapped it open. The
driver swung his knife at Larry’s head and Larry blocked it with his blade and
punched the driver in the face with his left hand. The driver swung back but Larry anticipated
it and ducked under it swinging his body around. He lost eye contact with where the driver was
but planned to take the offensive as soon as his spin was over. He twirled around and raised his arm above his
head and lunged it downward. He didn’t
even see the driver back swipe the moment he missed on the first swing but
luckily, Larry was still crouched and twisting so the back swipe went over his
head as well and when he brought down his knife, it buried to the hilt in the
driver’s chest. The driver dropped his
knife and took two steps back staring in shock at the intruder. He felt weak but if he was going to die, he
wanted to take this man with him. When
the man backed away, Larry unclipped his second knife and opened it with his
right hand. He walked toward the driver
switching the knife to his dominant right hand as he saw him pull the knife out
of his chest. The flow of blood that
followed the knife out of the body stunned the driver for a moment, a moment
too long for it gave Larry the time to bring his knife across the driver’s
throat. The driver tried to lift his
hand with the knife but Larry grabbed it with his left hand. The driver dropped the knife to the ground as
he felt his strength leave his body. He
dropped to his knees and fell against Larry’s legs dead. Larry kneed the man off him and watched him
lay face down on the ground. He picked
up his knife, closed them both and clipped them to his waist. He then turned to his side and saw Sarah
Jackson naked and bound on a balance beam causing him to step back as the
situation started to hit him. Before, he
was running on pure instinct and adrenaline but now things were settling in and
he was rushed with a plethora of emotions as he stared at the naked girl in
front of him and froze. His trance was
broken when Sarah said in a soft confused voice, “ummm help”
Larry shook his head as he snapped out of his
trance. He looked at the dead body and
back at Sarah and his eyes widened in shock.
He just killed a man. He looked
back at Sarah as he was trying to confirm that he did the right thing. He was panicked but he felt he needed to say
something since she did, he started, “I..I..I..I’m not going to, no, that’s
impossible, no I’m not going to hurt you…” and stopped as he saw horror on Sarah’s
face. His voice softened but he was
shaking in guilt for having scared her, he continued, “No, what I mean is,
well, you have to understand the situation, I barge in here, I just killed a
man, I don’t know you, he could be your boyfriend and you hate me right now,
maybe you like it kinky, I don’t know anything about you. All I know is that you just witnessed me kill
someone” and then looked down and shook his head.
Sarah was scared all over again considering that she
wasn’t being rescued after all. She
needed to respond but didn’t know what to say, maybe she would just address his
concern, but wasn’t it obvious what the situation was? How could this guy think she wanted this to
happen? She said, “No, trust me, I don’t
know him, you saved me.”
“Well you’re tied up and only I can release you, so
of course you wouldn’t tell me if you were pissed. I mean you’re Sarah Jackson, you’re an
American sweetheart, nobody would believe me if it came to my word against
yours.”
Sarah’s fear was replaced by anger and she blurted
out, “Let me go now!” as her muscles tensed.
She thought this to be a mistake, for she didn’t really want to anger
the one man that could help her. Larry
looked at her and softened for one reason; regardless of what his fears were on
if Sarah welcomed the rescue or not, he really had two choices, kill her or set
her free and there was no chance in hell he was going to kill her. He closed his eyes as his logic began coming
back to him. With all that had happened
since standing outside, he had completely forgotten the biggest clue to her
wanting to be rescued and the whole reason he entered in the first place; she
screamed “help me.” He said in an
excited voice, “Key, I need a key.”
Sarah relaxed her body for it seemed that the
intruder was going to rescue her after all.
Larry turned to the driver he had just killed, who still had his pants
on as he only got the opportunity to remove his shirt and shoes before Larry
came barging in. Larry reached into his
pocket and pulled out keys. He knelt
next to Sarah taking a quick look at her naked body up close. He knew he couldn’t stare too long for she
was sitting up watching him. He forced
himself to focus his attention on the handcuffs and tried the keys individually
on the key chain until he found one that fit.
He twisted it and heard the handcuff click open and a leg drop, he
repeated it with the second leg and let the cuffs fall to the ground. He took a deep breath as he got up since he
was about to find out exactly how Sarah Jackson felt about him killing the
man. Although logically he shouldn’t
have been too surprised by what happened next, he was. After all, Larry was a
pessimist and always assumed the worst would happen to him but now he found
himself with a girl’s arms wrapped around his neck and her legs squeezing his
waist. He took two steps back. The girl was light but her legs were powerful
and they were cutting off his breathing.
He didn’t mind though, he knew it wasn’t with malicious intent. He slipped his hand in between her legs and
his side and slid them the quarter of an inch to his waist. Now that his pelvic bone was being squeezed
he could breathe again and he wrapped his arms around her and held her against
his chest. Although it was cliché, it
was the only thing he thought to say so he said, “It’s okay, it’s over now.”
Inside he was condemning himself for ever thinking
that she would be mad at him for what happened.
All rational was back, and there was no longer any doubt that Sarah
Jackson was appreciative. After a little
while, Sarah lowered her legs and let go of his neck dropping to the
ground. She looked up at her rescuer as
he looked down at her. There was a 16
inch difference in their heights but Sarah was used to that for she was
extremely short. He put out his hand and
said, “I’m Larry by the way.”
She was relieved he seemed to speak perfect English,
she shook his hand and said, “I’m Sarah” with a smile
“Maybe you should put some clothes on” he said out of
politeness not because he particularly wanted her too.
Her smile vanished as she looked over at her torn
clothes. Larry followed her gaze and saw
the pieces of clothing on the ground. He
removed his T-shirt and gave it to her. Sarah
took the shirt and smiled back at him as she put the shirt on. She saw him smiling back at her and
immediately thought that after all that had happened, she probably owed it to
him to hook up with him. She leaned
forward and wrapped her arms around him again and rested her head on his chest
as he embraced her and rested his chin on the top of her head as her body
relaxed. Larry’s shirt was more like a
dress on her but she didn’t mind. She
tilted her head back expecting him to go in for a kiss, but he didn’t. She stood on her tip toes and leaned into him
but Larry turned his head and took the kiss on the cheek. His shoulders slouched down and he looked
saddened when Sarah reopened her eyes to see why she hadn’t hit lips. She let go of him and stepped back and said,
“What’s a matter?”
“Sarah, (saying her name humanized her) you’re 17,
it’s illegal, I just can’t do it, I know it’s legal here, but I don’t know, I
just can’t do it. You’re really
emotional right now, I just saved you, and I didn’t do it in the hope to get
you into bed, I just can’t hook up with someone that’s under 18, growing up in America
makes it hard for me.”
Sarah was surprised but not upset. In fact, it only made her respect him
more. Her 17-year-old self had come back
and she was going to tease him a little bit.
She said, “Well, you did see me naked, and don’t deny you were
staring. So what is it? Look but don’t touch?”
Larry smiled and said “Yup.” Inside he was cursing
his morals. I mean this wasn’t just any
17-year-old, this was Sarah Jackson, the girl he had been infatuated with for a
year. This was his one opportunity to
fulfill his fantasy but his morality wouldn’t let him. He hated having such strong morals, but he
had to do the right thing. He
immediately went back to what needed to be done now and said, “Okay, we got to
get rid of the body.”
Sarah got serious but didn’t really have any
suggestions. Larry looked over at the
dead man and contemplated his options; he could get a shovel and some
incendiary equipment. He knew it would
be difficult to dig a hole big enough to fit the driver in, and he didn’t
anticipate Sarah to be much help. He
thought they could work together; he dig the hole, she clean the place but
there was a lot of blood and other bodily fluids secreted after someone’s
death. A common problem they had in Greece
were fires since it almost never rains in the summer making everything bone dry. He decided that he’d spare the cleaning and
just burn the place; even if it started a brush fire, that was better than
going to a Greek jail for murder. He was
still going to bury the body though. He
decided he was going to tell his partner his plan, “Alright, I’ll give you a
ride back to your hotel and pick some things up to cover this shit up.”
“I can help you.”
“No, it’s too disgusting, I think I should do this
alone.”
Sarah lowered her head but maintained eye contact;
she looked up as innocently as possible, and said, “But Larry, after what
happened, I don’t think I really want to be alone.”
Larry
softened, he knew what she was doing, but that didn’t stop it from
working. He needed to fight it though;
this encounter was too awkward for him.
He turned away and said, “No, you’ll be fine, this shit doesn’t happen
too often, Greeks are generally nice people, don’t worry about it.”
Sarah
continued in a softer pleading voice, “Please Larry, I feel safe around you.”
as she walked up to him and hugged him.
She thought it a good sign when he reached back and rested his hands on
the back of her head.
“Alright
fine, fine,” he reasoned that she could help him dig, but knew that wasn’t the
reason he agreed. Men had been falling
for female charm since the beginning of time, so why should this be an
exception? They got in his car and saved
the location to his GPS and then plugged in her hotel’s and started following
the directions. He kept looking over at Sarah
as if to confirm that she was still there and he wasn’t just fantasizing. Sarah noticed, but kept her gaze
forward. She was clear on what was going
to happen now; he turned her down, so she would tease him but if he gave in,
she would give nothing up. Despite
having seen him kill, she wasn’t afraid of him at all. Larry pulled up in front of the hotel and
said, “I think you should get some clothes.”
“You’re
coming with me” Sarah said matter-of-factly
“I can’t park here.”
“Valet it, after all, I am a guest at this hotel.”
She said with a smile
“Sarah, I’m not going to ditch you.”
“Would you tell me if you would?”
Larry rolled his eyes. He was beginning to realize what all men
realize when they get the girl they chase or, in this situation, the girl they
fantasize about; they are sometimes better as a fantasy for they’re not
annoying in fantasy. He remembered one
photo he saw of a girl he found extremely attractive leaning seductively
against a wall. Eventually he brought
himself down to the caption and it said, “For every pretty girl, you know
there’s some guy who’s sick of her shit.”
Although he found it humorous, he completely believed its validity. The argument seemed to skew in Sarah’s favor
when a man came to the door and said in accented English, “Are you staying?”
Larry grudgingly got out of the car, took the ticket
and went with a smiling Sarah back to her hotel room. When they got to her room, Sarah put some clothes
on and returned Larry’s shirt to him as she sat back down next to Larry on the
bed. As she did, she glanced over at Larry
as he turned his head out of politeness but also noticed his eyes peeking
back. She wondered why he could possibly
be enamored with her considering he had already seen her nude, but she liked
the attention. Larry was contemplating
what he had to do now, they left the hotel and traveled by foot buying two
shovels two flashlights, a lighter, a tarp, rope, and lighter fluid then went back
to the car, loaded it up and headed back to the site. Larry was worried the whole way that somebody
would notice the body and thought he might be headed for a trap and the police
would be waiting for him. It was a very
long two hours and him and Sarah didn’t say anything for the reality was
setting in with her. Although she was
joking around and enjoying teasing Larry before, the thought crossed her head
on what would have happened if Larry didn’t show up. When they arrived back at the garage, Larry
was relieved to find nobody there. He
got out of the car and walked passed the garage and into the dry terrain around
him. He saw a cluster of Cyprus trees
that he was going to use to shield him from being seen in case someone would
drive by. Sarah went with him silently
not asking what he was doing. Finally Larry
stopped behind a Cyprus
tree and began digging. Sarah dug higher
and slower. Her hands shook as she
couldn’t get past the fact that she was digging a grave. Larry kept looking at her worried that she
would break and confess to the cops that he had killed someone. He tried to brush it off as paranoia, and
didn’t know if he should talk to Sarah about what had happened. He took it as a bad sign that they hadn’t
said anything to each other for hours. At
last, they had a hole that was big enough for Larry to lie in. He walked back thinking that despite his
exhaustion, now he had to drag a body dead weight to his site. He got back to the garage and opened the tarp
and dragged the driver on to it. He then
wrapped him and tied the tarp shut at both ends using two strands of rope. He tied one rope around his waist and grabbed
the second rope to tie it around him as well.
Finally Sarah spoke up, “Let me help.
You can tie the other one around me.”
Larry looked up annoyed. Sarah was just too small to be dragging a
body. He contemplated tying it to the
car, arguing that the ground was dry so they probably wouldn’t get stuck, but
he didn’t want to take any chances. For
some reason, though, he didn’t want to argue with Sarah, so he didn’t say
anything and tied the other end of the second rope that held the tarp in place
below the driver’s feet to Sarah’s waist and they walked. When they finally made it to the site, Larry
was surprised that Sarah didn’t complain once.
She was an Olympian but thought that this was a hard task even for an
Olympian. He argued that he probably
pulled most of the weight and that’s how he justified it to himself. He looked over at Sarah, who was covered in
sweat as was he. Despite the darkness,
he could see how the sweat glistened off her body. As they were digging, they
both removed their shirts and wrapped them around their waists. Although it was dark, it was still quite hot
out. They got the body in and covered it
in dirt. Larry wanted to cover his tracks more by burning the body but didn’t
think he’d be able to handle the smell.
Besides, he’d want to bury the remains and he really didn’t want to keep
coming back to the place of the murder.
They both went back to the garage and started a fire using Sarah’s
ripped clothing as fuel before it picked up on the surrounding structure in the
garage and walked out. They got into the
car and Larry waited until the fire engulfed the house, which didn’t take as
long as he thought it would. He then
drove off hoping nobody saw them. He
didn’t see anybody but he could have just not noticed. After about an hour, he noticed Sarah
sleeping. All he wanted to do was sleep
as well but he wanted to get back to the city thinking that that would confirm
that it was over. He got back to Sarah’s
hotel and woke her up.
Sarah
woke up startled but when she saw city lights, she relaxed a bit. She looked over at Larry and looked scared. At first, it was obvious she wanted to go
with Larry, but now after what had happened, she was a little suspicious of
him. Larry could sense this and took out
his camera and handed it to a valet telling him in Greek that he was just
dropping her off so he needed the car.
He looked at Sarah and said, “Can I get a picture with you? Then I’ll be on my way.”
Sarah was going to protest for him to stay with her
but the words got caught in her throat.
She could only mutter, “Sure.”
Larry exhaled in disappointment, now he knew he was
reading her correctly and it wasn’t just paranoia; she was scared of him. He knew this girl held his life in his hands
now but there was nothing he could do about it.
He put his arm around her shoulder and Sarah wrapped hers around his
waist and smiled as the valet took the picture.
Larry took his camera back, thanked him in Greek and got back in his
car. Sarah walked up to the window and
put her hands on it and said, “ummm, I don’t really want you to go.”
“Sarah, we’ve been through a lot today but it’s over,
let’s just pretend nothing happened and forget about it.”
Sarah didn’t want things to be over like this, she
wanted to talk about what happened so she just said, “I don’t want to discuss
this here, please just come up, I kind of don’t want to be alone tonight,
Please”
Larry decided that he would go up; he didn’t want to
give her any reason to be mad at him but knew the honeymoon period of rescuing
her was over. He valet the car after all
and went up to her room. Sarah sat on
the bed with her head down for she wanted to tell Larry what she was feeling
but she was confused about that as well.
Larry sat next to her and decided to start the conversation, “Look Sarah,
like I said, we’ve been through a lot and did things that I’m sure neither one
of us ever thought we’d ever do. I won’t
be mad at you if you don’t want to see me again. I know that seeing me probably will only
relive what happened to you and you need no memory of that. Besides, we did just meet, you probably don’t
have much trust in men right now, and there really is no reason to trust me. Especially because I’ve already intimated
that I don’t trust you.” Sarah looked up
and tried saying something and then stopped.
A lot of thoughts were going through her head, she was almost raped,
probably killed, she was alone with this stranger, she didn’t want to be alone
but she didn’t know if she wanted him here either. She didn’t know what to think so she just put
her head back down. Larry continued, “I
know what it looks like Sarah, I followed you for two hours. In any other context, I’d be a crazy psycho. I got the picture, that’s all I really
wanted, you don’t have to believe me, but it’s the truth. You’re okay now, it’s over, finish your
vacation, this is a great country, enjoy it.”
Sarah didn’t answer.
Larry wanted to hold her, not for any sexual reason for he was over his
star-struck, and now just saw a 17-year-old vulnerable girl. He also knew that if he did that, it may not
be welcomed; he had no idea how to react, how to help her, so he just walked
for the door. As he got to the door, he
heard a faint, “No,”
He turned around and saw Sarah looking at him and she
said staring at the ground, “I really can’t be alone right now. I know I don’t know you but right now” as she
looked at him, “You’re my only option. I
was almost raped” she choked on the last word.
Somehow saying it made her relive it again, “I mean, I’d probably be
dead if you didn’t show up.”
Larry walked over to her and wrapped his arm around
her grabbing her biceps in each of his hands.
He turned her toward him and said, “You can’t think like that, don’t
focus on what could have happened, focus on what happened, you weren’t raped,
you weren’t killed, you’re alive and well.”
Sarah wrapped her arms around Larry and buried her head in his chest and
started crying. Larry rubbed her back
and had his hand on the back of her head whispering that it was going to be
okay. Sarah cried harder, she felt
helpless and even being in Larry’s arms didn’t help because it wasn’t someone
she knew. She even felt guilty for
thinking that; after all, he did save her life, how could she think anything
bad about him, but she did. She finally
stopped crying and said, “Please, just stay here, I really can’t handle being
alone and I have nobody.”
Larry agreed and immediately took a sheet off the bed
and lied it on the ground. “No Larry” Sarah
said, “you can sleep in the bed, it’s big enough for the both of us I don’t
take up that much room.”
She wanted to add for him not to take it as an
invitation but started thinking that maybe Larry really didn’t want to do anything
with her. Larry didn’t protest, he just
put the sheet back on the bed, got under the covers and turned with his back to
her side and closed his eyes. By the
time she took a shower and got ready for bed, Larry was asleep. She lied down
next to him and quickly fell asleep.
Larry
awoke the next day before Sarah and decided to take a quick shower. He got dressed and walked as she was still
sleeping. He didn’t want to leave
without saying good bye but she looked so peaceful being asleep. He took the pen and pad of paper that the
hotel provides and wrote, “Hey Sarah, I don’t know how you feel about me so I
left, I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me again. Thank you for spending the day with me; it
was great getting to know you. If you
still feel scared and want me around, here’s my number. Again, I’ll understand if you don’t
call.” ~Larry”
He
wanted to make it ambiguous in case someone else got a hold of it. If another party read it, they would just
think it was another American who found a guy on vacation. He left the note on the nightstand and left
the room, got his car, and went back to his grandfather’s apartment to drop his
car off. The stress from the previous
day and the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure Sarah would keep what happened a
secret was enough to drive him crazy. He
went to the beach and lied down hoping the water and the mountains would calm
him down. He ended up falling asleep on
the beach only to be woken up by his cell phone. Although he didn’t recognize the number, he
knew who it was, “Hello.”
“Why
did you leave?”
He
looked at his watch and it had been a few hours since he’d left Sarah. He took a deep breath and said, “You seemed
weirded out and nervous around me, so I figured this was better.”
“Better?!
Larry, you need to fucking understand, I wake up and you’re just fucking gone,
I don’t know what happened, I’m all alone.
If I thought you were going to kill me, I wouldn’t have let you stay
over for God’s sake, come back here.”
Larry
shook his head; he would never understand women. He got up and went back to his grandfather’s
place to get his car and headed back to Sarah’s hotel. He went back to her room to find Sarah fully
dressed and packed. “I’m checking out,
and I’m staying with you.”
“Whoa,
don’t I get a say in this.”
She
gave him a dirty look and said in a mocking tone, “I’m an American sweetheart
remember, why wouldn’t you want to hang out with an American sweetheart?” Larry smiled, he could think of a couple of
reasons now. She continued, “I can’t
believe you fucking left me.”
“I’m
sorry” he said not really understanding why.
They
went downstairs, Sarah checked out of her hotel, and they packed her things
into Larry’s car and headed back to his apartment. When they got in, Sarah said, “Larry, I’m
sorry for yelling, I was serious when I said I didn’t want to be alone. I don’t think you’re going to do anything
anymore, I mean you shared a bed with me and didn’t touch me once. I don’t understand you, you stalk me for two
hours, you almost get killed defending me, but you’re against hooking up. I mean are you gay? But if you’re gay, why would you stalk me?”
Larry
didn’t want to get into this. He had had
this conversation with underage girls before and the only thing missing was the
part about how they’ve been with guys older than him before and they were okay
with it. To Larry though, his morality
was the most important thing in his life so he just said, “I’m not gay”
“So
you did all that for a fucking picture of me and you?”
“Sarah,
I didn’t know what I was going to do when I followed you, I wanted to see what
hotel you were at so when I decided what I would do I could do it and if you’re
so pissed at me, why do you want to keep hanging out with me.”
He
looked at him incredulously and said, “Because I’m scared, there now you’re
happy, I said it.”
“Why
would I be happy? I left because I
thought you were scared of me.”
“I
was, and you’re scared of me because you think I’m going to turn you in. Now I know you’re not going to do shit, and
I’m telling you I’m not going to do anything either, in fact, when we get back
to America,
I’m going to make you famous. You’re going to be a fucking hero for helping an
American sweetheart.” She smiled sarcastically after the last comment.
“Not
necessary, I hate the media.”
“Why?”
Larry
had remembered that Sarah Jackson made an appearance at the Democratic
convention the year before. He was
extremely right wing and hated the media for its liberal bias. He decided for full disclosure. “Well, I know you liberals don’t agree, but
there is a liberal bias in the media and the second they find out I’m
conservative, then they’ll come at me hard calling me every name in the
book. They’ll probably even convince you
to hate me because you’re young and impressionable, they’ll come up with
ridiculous terms like Stockholm Syndrome, even though that would only be if you
fell in love with the guy I killed, but to the majority of people, they won’t
be able to tell the difference because people are stupid. You’ll curse my name and then I’m known as
the guy that duped Sarah Jackson, conspiracy Larryrists will then come out of
the wood work accusing me of setting the whole thing up and how I planned it
with that guy to make me look good just so I could get in your pants. The fact that we didn’t hook up will be
irrelevant to them; once they print it, there’s no stopping them, you’ll grow
tired of sticking up for me and find it much easier to give in to them. I’ll even help you by telling you that I
understand, you compete for America,
you need supporters, I mean Michael Phelps won 8 gold metals for his country
and they crucify him for smoking weed.
He made all these apologies, which is stupid because liberals never
accept apologies, my life is ruined because nobody wants to hire the man that
set up Sarah Jackson or a suspected kidnapper and rapist and I live the rest of
my life with only the knowledge that no matter how the story was distorted or
what a majority of people believe, I still know the truth and it came at a high
cost.”
“Wow,
you’re paranoid”
Larry
shook his head, “If you feel any sense of gratitude or I got any points for
rescuing you yesterday, all I ask on that is you don’t tell anybody what
happened.”
“I’m
going to prove you wrong.”
“What
if I point out the fact that I did murder someone in Greece
and Greece is an ally of America,
and they will cooperate to extradite me.”
“Please,
they’re not going to bring you back from America to arrest you.”
They
debated this a while but got nowhere. Larry
pulled into his parking lot and grabbed Sarah’s bag. Sarah said,
“Wait, you live in Greece?”
“No,
this is my grandfather’s apartment, he died when I was in 5th grade
but it’s already paid for and the neighbors and his former maid keep it tidy
and I can use it when I’m in Athens. I hate Athens
so I’m not here very often, in fact, I had only planned to spend last night
here before touring around but then something
happened that changed that plan.” He said looking at her.
Sarah
smiled, “Well I guess I get my own tour guide for Greece.”
“I’m
not going to be going to tourist places, I’m going to see places I’ve never
seen, since I’ve been here 11 times, I’ve already seen all the touristy shit.”
“I
don’t mind” she said with a smile
“I’m
really not getting rid of you am I?”
“Nope”
she said with a big smile as she jumped into his arms, “You’re stuck with me” she
continued as she kissed him on the cheek.
“So
you’re back to flirting with me I see” he said not able to hold back his smile.
“Uh-huh,
but remember your rules, no touching” she said waving her finger
Larry
decided to take her along with him. Sarah’s
flight was actually two weeks before his but when the time came, he escorted
her back to Athens
and took her to the airport. They
exchanged numbers and said good-bye. During
their time together, they hit it off like friends. Larry was happy that he had someone to split
costs of hotels with but it wasn’t hard to remind himself that she was 17. She certainly acted that way and was just as
annoying as the other 17-year-old girls he knew. Their time together was strictly plutonic. Larry enjoyed his last two weeks alone in Greece and
headed back thinking that Sarah had already completely forgotten about
him. He couldn’t wait to tell his
friends about what had happened in Greece. Luckily, he had pictures to prove that he spent
a week with Sarah Jackson. Only his
family in Greece knew his
cell phone number, so he had no knowledge of back in America and he liked it that
way. When he arrived back in New York, he exited the
plane and waiting for him at baggage claim was a lot of cameras and
microphones. They ran up to him and all
he heard was a bunch of people screaming and lights flashing. He was disoriented so his filter between his
brain and his mouth was gone and he just blurted out what he was thinking, “You
fucking liberal scum, get away from me so I can get my bag and go home you
treacherous bastards.”
This
silenced the media for a split second and then they continued hurling questions
at him, which he ignored and kept saying, “No comment” mixing in “I’m a
conservative, you don’t want to talk to me” to no avail. Finally his bag came and he grabbed it and
walked to the air tran to take to the subway so he could go home. The media didn’t follow him for they already
had their story. Larry got back to his
apartment to find envelopes from his parents and grandmother sending him
newspaper articles that headlined with things like, “Brave tourist makes an
Olympic rescue.” “ ‘he saved my life’ Sarah
Jackson reveals her shocking close encounter with rapist.”
His
roommates asked him a million and one questions about what happened. He retold the story and when they joked about
him being a hero, he said, “Just wait for tomorrow’s headlines.”
Just
as he predicted, the media wasn’t so friendly anymore. Now the headline in the New York Times read, “New evidence reveals Larry Rozos, not hero
after all.” The Washington Post, USA Today and multiple other
ones, had similar headlines. All with
their own lies about what really happened in Greece on that night. Larry’s cell phone rang and he heard Sarah’s
voice, “Larry, I’m so sorry, you were right.
I didn’t say any of that shit they’re printing, I should have listened
to you, I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t
worry about it, the fact that you’re still on my side is more than I gave you
credit for when I told you what would happen the second they found out I was
conservative.”
“Oh
come on Larry, I have a memory, I know none of this shit ever happened. I mean they say that you came on to me
repeatedly and I only agreed because I was scared you’d kill me too. I came on to you!”
“Just
do me a favor, never forgot what actually happened, I’m not important enough to
keep going after, I’ll be forgotten in a week” he said out of wishful
thinking.
“No,
I have to make this right.”
“Sarah,
you’ll make it worse.”
“I’m
coming to New York,
I’m already booked on Bill O’Reilly, I’ll tell the world you’re a hero.”
“You
did that already, I’m not a hero, I’m a stalker who happened to run into
someone that was worse.”
“Shut
up”
“Sarah,
just please let them say what they want to say, I’m a big boy, I can handle it,
you can’t beat the media.”
“We’ll
see”
They
said good bye and Larry was more bothered by Sarah Jackson not getting the
picture rather than what was being said about him. At work, his conservative bosses were praising
him for telling off the media. The media
played the clip from the airport over and over as the newscasters mocked him
repeatedly for his use of profanity on TV.
The fact that his workplace wasn’t too bothered made it easier for him. Sarah did go on Bill O’Reilly and told the
world how the papers lied about what happened.
On Section A-24 of the New York Times there was a little blurb
retracting the egregiously false aspects of the story. The printing of retractions on obscure parts
of the paper were common throughout media history. The whole point was almost nobody actually
saw them, and the damage was still done, but if someone criticized them they
could just say they retracted the story.
These kinds of things had been going on for years and there was no
stopping it. Larry just ignored it. The media started coming up to him and he
just yelled obscenities at them. He kind
of enjoyed it, because every time he did, he got praise from the people he respected
on TV and huge criticism from everyone else.
He didn’t really care if RoSarahne Arnold thought he was
uncivilized. The Greek government was
under no pressure to find the body and even if they did, they had the facts;
the murdered person tried to rape an American.
Tourism was an essential part of the Greek economy and if people were
worried about being raped, it would be bad for them and a public trial of an
American would just add fuel to the fire.
With the same story of the retraction, however, the media started with
headlines about how Larry had brainwashed Sarah Jackson and taken advantage of
an impressionable young girl. The
articles remarked how even though she was an Olympian, deep down she was just a
17-year-old girl from Iowa
who was easily tricked by Larry’s cunning plot.
The conspiracies of it being all staged never made it past the
supermarket tabloids, partly because nobody would believe that someone would
die so their friend could sleep with Sarah Jackson. Even the American public wouldn’t believe
something that outrageous…well at least 85% of them. For a poll in AM New York that ran the story of an alleged conspiracy
revealed that 15% of people believed that Larry and the kidnapper planned the
whole thing. Larry laughed at the ordeal
and devoted his efforts to writing a book.
He knew the best seller list was almost always conservatives and thought
that maybe all this negative publicity would help.
Bill
O’Reilly interviewed Larry where Larry honestly told him about how he couldn’t
stand the media and spoke of his respect he had for Bill O’Reilly. Ratings were high since nobody had heard Larry
tell his side of the story due to his distrust of the media. O’Reilly did attack him repeatedly for going
about it immaturely with his vulgarity but Larry just shrugged it off and said
he was an honest guy and he will tell people how he feels about them and he
doesn’t believe in euphemisms. He took
the criticism well and Bill O’Reilly did call him a patriot. The hardest part Larry had with the interview
was answering the questions about how he came to follow Sarah Jackson for two
hours. He stuck with the truth,
admitted it was a rush of star-struck, and it was a little sketchy, which was
why he hesitated, which unfortunately gave the kidnapper time to strip her.
The
next day, the newspaper slammed Larry by saying that he viciously waited until
she was nude before coming in and called him a “peeping Tom” among other
things.
Sarah
on the other hand was getting discouraged.
Every time she tried to help Larry, the media turned it around and
attacked him. They accused her of being
tricked and being unable to see through the plot. They insinuated that she was naïve and tried
everything in their power to turn her against Larry just as Larry
predicted. Sarah went to visit Larry in New York for he was the
only one that could calm her down. She
was really apologetic, but Larry didn’t seem to care about his negative press,
he was actually enjoying it. Only Fox
News ever played what she said when she defended him on anything without
spinning it. Eventually, the other news
outlets just stopped interviewing her because she always had the same things to
say and they already spun it. Nothing
new was happening so the story started to die.
Sarah got advice from one of her press agents on how to really fight
back. Bill O’Reilly was sensing the
story dying so didn’t want to have her back but Sarah Hannity did and it was
there that she was going to execute her plan.
Sarah Hannity knew of the plan and went for it. He advertised his live interview with Sarah
Jackson. When the time came, Hannity
asked her if she had anything to say and Sarah started, “I can’t do it anymore,
I just want to stop fighting.” Then she started crying on national
television. Hannity said, “Miss Johnson,
do you need a moment?”
She
shook her head, and looked up as tears streamed down her face. “I’m done, you guys win, I just want to tell
the media that whatever they want me to believe I will. I mean Larry is my friend, he saved my life,
but you won’t believe him because of stupid ideological differences so fine, it
was a plot to see me naked, he’s a pervert, he planned it with the rapist, he’s
a horrible person, he’s never met me or whatever you guys said about him, I
can’t keep track of it anymore. I know
what happened, so fine call me naïve, call me a little girl, attack me for
standing up for my friend and the person who saved my life. You win, I surrender. I mean didn’t you think that maybe I wouldn’t
want to keep being reminded about how I was so close to being raped?! I mean, no I’m sorry, please don’t attack me
anymore, you’re right, I’m exaggerating or whatever you come up with. I decided to surrender so I will, if you want
me to hate Larry, fine, I hate him.”
Soon,
media outlets across the country showed clips of Sarah Jackson on the Hannity
and Colmes show. It melted America’s heart
to see a young 17-year-old girl balling her eyes out. The papers were smart enough to do a litmus
test of the reaction and realize that if they tried to continue their story
about how unfortunate it was that Larry brainwashed her, it would be met with
negative reinforcement. They
contemplated taking clips from her speech out of context such as, “I hate him”
or “he’s a pervert” but when they took a
poll about the event, the most common answer was, “Just leave her alone” the
worse they got was, “You people have no soul, she went through a traumatic
event and you force her to relive it again and again, how do you people sleep
at night?”
The media’s reaction was to do nothing. They weren’t going to publicize what happened
and editors banned any articles dealing with Larry Rozos or the incident. As far as they were concerned, Larry’s 15
minutes were up. They were the master of
spin but there seemed to be no reversal to a cute young Olympic gymnast crying
because of what the big bad media did to her.
A week after Sarah Jackson’s heartfelt submission, the world had moved
on to something else. Larry called Sarah and said, “I would’ve called sooner
but I didn’t want to jinx it. I have to
admit, I was wrong, you did beat the media.”
Sarah smiled, “Don’t ever underestimate me again,
that’s you’re lesson you mean old brainwasher”
Larry laughed, “You know acting may be in your
future, those tears seemed real.”
“ehh I don’t know about that, it wasn’t really
acting, I mean it was so frustrating, so rather than do it privately anymore, I
did it publicly. Before I went on, I
read all the articles to remind me of what they did to us so they were real.”
Larry softened, “Sarah, I’m sorry”
“Nah, you warned me, my mess, I cleaned it up, Thank
you.”
Sarah and Larry didn’t talk much but they remained
friends. When Sarah was in New York, she made it a
point to hang out with Larry but aside from that they never really called each
other. The 15 minutes of fame actually
lasted two weeks. The next few months
they went on with their lives. They
would never forget what had happened but that didn’t mean they had to
constantly see each other either. Sarah
was eternally grateful and Larry gave himself no credit, I mean he wouldn’t
have been able to live with himself if he just let her be raped. Really doing the right thing was all he
needed to feel good, but the fact that he didn’t get anywhere near the backlash
he thought he would was an added bonus.
On January 18, 2010, Sarah Jackson planned
to come to New York. She had told Larry she was coming up and Larry
knew why. Sarah dropped her things and Larry
said, “So, where do you want to go for dinner for your birthday tomorrow?”
“We’ll figure that out later. Let’s just get some wine since I’m still too
young to go to a bar and hang out till midnight.”
Larry decided to play dumb. He had been looking forward to this day for
about six months. Sarah Jackson would be
turning 18 at midnight. Despite his
knowing he still asked with a smile, “What happens at midnight?”
Sarah had also been waiting for this
moment. She had planned what she was
going to do to Larry for a while now, but decided to just show him rather than
tell him. She looked up at him and
smiled and said, “You’ll see.”
Larry
ordered food and poured wine as they watched movies in his apartment. When the clock struck midnight, Sarah leapt
off the couch and walked into Larry’s room.
Larry turned off the TV and walked in and shut the door. As soon as he did, Sarah got a running start
and wrapped her legs tightly around his midsection as she locked lips with
him. Larry fell back into the door and
made out with Sarah before turning around and pinning her against the door as
he thrusted his pelvis into her. Sarah reached
down and took off Larry’s shirt and Larry did the same to her as well as
unclipped her bra. Sarah pulled her head
beside Larry’s and whispered in his ear, “You’re in trouble” as she nibbled on
his ear.
Larry
smiled for he liked it rough, but he wasn’t anticipating what was going to
happen next. Sarah reached back and
pushed against the door and thrusted her waist out to move Larry back. She bent her upper back and pushed up off the
ground wrapping her legs around Larry’s neck.
She arched her back and used her arms to climb up Larry’s legs till her head
was bent back near his groin. She felt Larry’s
hands caressing her stomach and breasts, which seemed bigger due to her
position. She unzipped and unbuttoned Larry’s
pants and pulled them down. She felt Larry’s
hands go to her groin to undo her pants.
She let go of Larry’s legs, which she used to keep her body in place and
sat up straddling Larry’s head. She
pushed up on his shoulder and dove for the ground where she somersaulted to her
feet. Larry slipped his pants the rest
of the way over his feet and off and turned around to see Sarah undoing her
pants.
The second that Sarah wrapped her limbs around Larry,
he was excited. He would have been
content just having her pinned against the wall as they hooked up, but when she
showed off her flexibility and acrobatics, he was extremely turned on. Looking at Sarah strip herself the rest of
the way made her irresistible now. He
noticed Sarah had a devilish smile but he wrote it off thinking that Sarah
would think she had the upper hand, but really he was enjoying this more than
she was. Larry dropped his boxers and walked toward Sarah who took a couple
steps forward before kicking her right leg up and around Larry’s neck forcing
his head down into her breasts. Larry
sucked on her breasts for a little and then Sarah pushed his head further down
to her groin, where Larry began liking her clitoris. Inside Larry was telling himself to not be
too aggressive, if he let Sarah dominate him, he would get exactly what he
wanted, try to take back control, and he may go overboard.
Sarah loved dominating Larry. Although she was mostly over what happened in
Greece,
overpowering men gave her a certain satisfaction given that she was almost
raped. Doing it to the man who killed
the man who tried to rape her, made it more special because she knew he wasn’t
a push over. She would feel no sympathy
for Larry made her wait six long months for this. Her sexual tension was exploding on her 18th
birthday and she was going to have the control.
She thought that Larry may enjoy this but that wasn’t her concern, she
was being selfish and her enjoyment was all that she cared about. She kicked off the ground and wrapped the
other leg around Larry’s head throwing her hands back to support herself. Larry put his hands out for support with the
added weight. When he adjusted to his
position, he lifted his upper body while using his arms to lift Sarah’s torso
and twisted toward the bed lying down with his face still pressed against Sarah’s
vagina and her legs squeezing his neck.
Soon after, she heard Sarah scream as she climaxed.
Sarah, however, didn’t loosen her grip on his
neck. Instead, she twisted her legs
turning Larry around so now she was sitting on his face as he lay flat on his
back. She arched her back and inserted Larry’s
penis into her mouth. Larry caressed her
breasts as he continued licking around and on her clitoris. In his head, he was thinking of disgusting
things in order to make it last longer. Sarah
then abruptly stopped and got up off the bed and walked to her bag. Larry sat up and asked, “What’s wrong?” upset
that it was over.
Sarah didn’t say anything but grabbed what she was
looking for keeping an eye on Larry behind her.
Larry got up planning on walking toward Sarah to see what she was
doing. The second he did, however, Sarah
leapt up snapping her body back and doing a back handspring to kick Larry back
onto the bed and reverse mounted him.
She ripped off the condom wrapper that she had gotten from her bag and
placed the condom over Larry’s penis.
She then stood up on Larry’s chest, jumped in the air twisted as she
flipped and landed with her upper body first so she could position her groin
over Larry’s so his penis penetrated her. She loved the high ceilings in Larry’s
place that allowed her to do the maneuver.
She took a glance up to see a huge smile on Larry’s face. She rode him hard squeezing with her legs and
kissing his neck and mouth. Larry did
the same to her and Sarah bit his ear and said, “Get up.”
Larry stood up and drove Sarah to the wall as she
wrapped her arms and legs around him squeezing as hard as she could. Larry thrusted hard as Sarah brought her
right leg up to Larry’s shoulder and interlocked it with her other leg still
wrapped around his waist. Larry felt
himself tiring so twisted her toward the bed and lied down. Sarah eased her grip, she wasn’t done with Larry
yet, but found Larry using his arms to motion the leg that was around his waist
to his neck as he felt him penetrate deep inside her using his shoulders to pin
her legs behind her head. They kissed
profusely as Larry alternated between her lips, neck, legs and feet excited by
how close they all were showing just how flexible she was. She climaxed again and noticed a little while
later Larry was slowing. She knew that Larry
was close to climaxing, and wanted to put herself in position to execute her
plan. She bent her right leg over his
left bicep, while forcing Larry’s right arm down and wrapping her leg around
his right side and interlocking her legs and squeezed as she turned over so
that she was on top of Larry still holding the position pointing her toes so as
not to put unnecessary stress on her ankles and bent her chest over Larry’s
face.
Larry felt her vice like grip cripple his
body. He was still excited though and
didn’t mind. He remembered that in Japan,
they would strangle each other to enhance the sexual stimulation.
Sarah lifted her breasts off his face so that Larry
could see her face and she said, “Larry, you’re trapped and I’m sorry but I
have to do this. You’re going to know
what it feels like to be completely defenseless and you’re going to get knocked
out by a little 18-year-old girl.” as she used her legs to pull Larry’s head
into her breasts again and continued to squeeze and thrust against Larry still
enjoying feeling him deep inside her.
Although
Larry couldn’t resist if he wanted to, he didn’t want to. He wasn’t really sure if Sarah would
accidentally kill him but thinking about it, he didn’t really think it was a
bad way to go. About the time he came to
terms with it, his penis exploded semen into the condom. He let out the choked like noise that
accompanies an orgasm but Sarah didn’t stop.
She continued to ride him and squeeze, he used the limited movement in
his arms to tap out but Sarah ignored it.
Soon he drifted into unconsciousness realizing that this may be the best
way to go.
As
soon as Sarah felt Larry’s body go limp she counted another 10 seconds before
easing her grip but not her position. If
Larry was conscious, he would reveal it instinctively, but he was out
cold. She had successfully choked him
out. She rolled him onto his stomach and
lied on his back positioning her arms under his and her legs around his while
lying between his deltoids and going to sleep.
When Larry woke up, she would try to make peace with him.
A
couple minutes later, Larry snapped out of his unconsciousness and was a little
disoriented. He realized where he was
when Sarah started kissing his neck and speaking softly in his ear, “I’m sorry,
just relax, I’ll make it up to you.”
Larry
decided to not tell her that he loved every minute of it, and if she hadn’t
said anything he would have thanked her and remarked how it was the best
experience of his life. As it stood, he
was excited to see how she would make it up to him. She began rubbing Larry’s shoulders and massaging
his back. She then stood on Larry’s back
and used her toes to rub any knots that may be in his shoulder. She did a back flip positioning her feet
aside his spine in a perfect straight line.
She then did a front flip and went back up the same line she went
down. Larry felt his back crack and his
muscles relax. There weren’t many people
in the world that could precisely land the flips in precise locations for a
massage. Given Sarah was a gold medalist
in the balance beam; she was more than up to the task. Sarah noticed that Larry was relaxed even
before she started so stopped soon after the second flip and lied down on her
side next to Larry with her back toward him.
Larry turned to his side and wrapped his arm around her waist and rested
it on her stomach. Sarah wrapped her leg
back around Larry’s and leaned back into him and relaxed her body. They fell asleep cuddling and the next day, Larry
called off work and took Sarah out for her birthday before she flew back to Iowa after one more
night of less intensive intercourse.
Sarah
and Larry still kept in contact with each other, but not as much as
before. Their time on Sarah’s 18th
birthday provided closure to the relationship.
Both their sexual tensions were more than relieved and both understood
that’s all it was. They would always be
friends and neither ever thought to escalate it any further.
