Gambless' World

Samantha was a school teacher in Fort Myers, Florida that had an intense fascination with playing poker. While in Florida, she met a man whom she ended up becoming engaged to named Victor.  He was training to be a dealer at the dog track where she played.  With her new fiancée, she started playing much more often.  In her free time, she read poker books always honing and trying to improve on her skill.  As time went by, poker became a second income for her.  Victor took his love of poker one step further and got a backer and decided to turn pro and play poker professionally.  As Samantha looked at the paycheck from teaching and compared it to how she did at a poker table, it seemed that poker was the better occupation.  She strongly thought about leaving teaching and turning pro herself.  She thought that she would get support for this as his friends and backers took an interest to Samantha as well.  This caused Victor to do some things that infuriated Samantha such as driving her car with drugs inside leaving her responsible.  Victor never showed any remorse for these things and defended himself.  Samantha was not the forgiving kind nor did she back down when she thought she was right.  After a long time of this, Samantha gave back the ring and called off the engagement.  After that, things went south for her at the poker table as Victor’s friends and backers would go to Victor for advice about Samantha and Victor wasn’t so kind.  Samantha would not be able to piggy back off Victor’s contacts, she would have to pave her own way.

Fresh off the engagement being called off, Samantha decided to go to New York to visit her parents and friends she grew up with there.  Whenever she was in town, she always organized a poker night with her friends.  One such friend was a man named Larry.  Larry had come to visit her in Florida once and when they had first met seven years ago, he wasn’t too secretive that he had a crush on her.  Samantha had fun with it and got him to strip for her for her birthday.  Three other people showed up for the poker night including Larry.  Samantha revealed her plan to turn pro in poker with no support from her friends.  Larry was silent but she hadn’t noticed that.  Samantha was trying to find a backer and it didn’t seem like there were any takers.  Her childhood best friend worked for Barclays and she knew she had a lot of money.  Although they didn’t speak much when she moved to Florida, she still felt they were close.  That feeling didn’t change when her friend refused her the money but she was a little disappointed.  A couple days after the phone call, Samantha received a phone call from Larry that put her dreams back on track.

 

                Ever since the poker night, Larry had thought very hard about backing Samantha.  He had disposable income but not nearly as much as some of his other friends.  He didn’t know anything about the stock market and often saw it as the same thing as gambling.  He had gone gambling with Samantha both in Atlantic City and Florida and he didn’t doubt her ability.  He couldn’t figure out a reason how backing Samantha was any different than playing the stock market for those who knew.  Larry wouldn’t claim to be the greatest poker player but he understood that a casino game is much different from a home game.  His other friends that played with Samantha on poker night never understood that.  Sure, the home games, Samantha didn’t win with any more frequency than anyone else, but when sitting at a casino, the other friends never did well and only he and Samantha would come out winners; always with Samantha winning more.  In the back of his mind, he was unsure because it was a risk and he felt that Samantha may be exploiting him the way she did seven years ago.  He didn’t have a massive crush on her anymore as the way she treated her long time boyfriend in New York dismissed those feelings long ago.  After a few days, he decided that his decision to help out Samantha was not based on infatuation, but logic.  He finally made the call to tell Samantha.  Although Samantha wanted much more than he could afford to give, they came up with a trial run to see if Samantha could deliver with relatively lower risk for Larry.

               

                Samantha wasn’t too thrilled with Larry’s offer but she took it because it was the only thing she could get.  She started playing as often as she could but she was still teaching. Larry kept track of the numbers and they weren’t as good as he or she hoped.  The trial run was coming to an end and Larry had baited her with more money if it went well, but she knew it was far from certain she’d get it.  She still kept in contact with Victor much to the dismay of everyone she knew but she still had feelings for him and he constantly called.  She couldn’t ignore him forever.  Secretly she wished he would lose badly at the poker table.  She still played at the dog track, which made it worse because Victor was usually there and if any guy showed interest in her, he would cock block them.  To Samantha, Victor fucked up, he should move on, but he refused.  Victor was heading to Vegas in the middle of June and invited Samantha.  At this point, Samantha had started talking to Larry very regularly.  To Samantha, Larry filled a void in that it was someone she could talk to about poker.  She also needed to talk to him to let him know how she did at a table but when she called to tell him her performance it always translated into a very long conversation.  Samantha couldn’t talk to the other people she met in Florida playing poker because they all had loyalties to Victor and it caused a lot of drama.  Larry was safe.  What made this better is that Larry would be in Vegas at the same time as Victor with his own friends.  This made Samantha think that she could go to Vegas and just hang out with Larry if things got bad with Victor, which she felt would probably happen. 

 

                Larry had planned a trip to Vegas with his best friend and one of his friends whom he didn’t know.  It wasn’t official, but this was becoming an annual tradition.  Larry and he had traveled to California when Larry graduated college, and this was their third trip to Vegas and Larry had only graduated five years ago.  Larry’s friend tried moving in with him in New York from Cleveland where he lived but that experiment lasted nine months, until his friend moved back to Cleveland since he was miserable in New York.  This trip would be slightly different from their previous trips to Vegas in that it wasn’t solely Vegas.  They were planning to go to some of the national parks around Vegas while there.  Because of this, Larry was hesitant to let Samantha tag along.  If it was solely gambling, he saw no reason why Samantha couldn’t come but with the other trips, he felt like he was violating some code by bringing Samantha along with his friends.  When Samantha proposed it though, Larry didn’t refuse and just hoped that Samantha would come to her senses and realize going to Vegas with your ex-fiancee sends the wrong message to him.  Larry did tell Samantha this and hoped that he had gotten through to her but as the date got closer; Samantha decided she was going to go to Vegas, which required a juggling act from Larry.  Larry decided that Samantha couldn’t go with them to the national parks but when he was in Vegas he’d play poker with her.  He rationalized that his friend brought a friend so he can have one too.  The only difference was his friend’s friend didn’t gamble, so it wasn’t really the same thing.  Larry thought to just ask but he knew that his friend was easy going and not very confrontational so he doubted he would say his actual feelings.  The previous year had gone bad when Larry brought a third person who seemed to want nothing to do with them in Vegas to the surprise of all other parties.  He had an interesting balancing act to deal with between Samantha and the party he came to Vegas with.

 

                Samantha landed in Vegas with Victor and immediately checked into their hotel.  Samantha insisted on separate beds and that nothing would happen between her and Victor.  They roomed together solely to save money.  She called Larry but he was with his friends and he said he’d call her later.  That night, Larry called Samantha and arranged to meet her to play poker.  It was currently 3:00AM and Larry’s friends had gone to sleep. 

Larry knew that he and his friends were going to Red Rock National Park situated about an hour from Vegas at 9:00AM but he really wanted to play poker and the two people he was with didn’t play.  He figured that since he wasn’t the driver, he’d just sleep on the way to the park.  When he was in Vegas, sleeping wasn’t something he planned on, and this was no exception.  Samantha was playing 2-5 no limit, whereas Larry played 1-2.  He never could understand why, but even though he rarely sat at the same table as Samantha, he didn’t like going to play poker alone.  He rationalized it was because he had someone to force him to leave but that wasn’t very valid since Samantha also loved playing so playing all night wasn’t a problem.  By the time Larry’s friends came to get him to go to Red Rock, Larry was up 400 dollars, so he was happy.  He walked over to Samantha’s table and told her he was leaving, to which she handed him the key and said, ‘I’ll probably be sleeping when you get back, so just come in my room and wake me up.  Don’t worry about Victor, nothing is happening between us and you know I’m a heavy sleeper so knocking won’t help.  Help yourself and just walk in.” Larry took the key, cashed out, and went with his friends to Red Rock.

 

Samantha had gotten an extra key for the exact purpose of giving one to Larry, she really wanted as many reasons as possible for Victor not to make a move and Larry having a key to the room was just one more thing to stop him from trying anything.  She played for a couple more hours before cashing out up 1,000 dollars and going upstairs to go to sleep.  Victor had beaten her there since he had already dropped 1,500 and was unwilling to push his chances any longer.  He was sleeping when she got in.  She slept on a separate bed and went to sleep.  When she awoke, Victor was in her purse, she screamed, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just go back to sleep.”

Samantha got up and pushed him away from her purse, “No, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh stop it; you know you’re going to be my wife so your money is my money.”

“Excuse me but we’re not together anymore, you can’t just fucking take my money without asking.”

“Oh and what about every time we went to a casino and I won and you lost, you always borrowed my money so what the fuck is the difference?”

“I asked”

“You know what fuck you, it’s not like I won’t pay you back if I lose.”

“When would that be number one? Number two, we don’t see each other as often, when we were together sure we shared money but we lived together, I saw you every fucking day, that’s not true now.”

“If it wasn’t for me, you never would even think about turning pro.  I made you.”

“I was playing poker long before I met you.”

“Oh really?  With who, a couple friends at their house, oooo big fucking deal”

“No, I went to AC all the time.”

“Shut up Samantha, you’re such a fucking hypocrite, you can take my winnings but I can’t take yours.”

“Things are different now”

“How so?  If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even be here, remember I fucking invited you here bitch.”

“Don’t call me a bitch”

“Why what are you going to do about it?”

“You don’t want to know”

“Oh I’m real scared” he said as he waved his arms mockingly.

“Did you take any money?”

“Not yet, but I am.”

“No you’re not”

Victor started nodding his head, which Samantha was unsure how to read.  The discussion was pretty heated but all of a sudden Victor seemed calm.  He looked back at Samantha and said a little too calmly, “It’s time I show you what the professional poker world is all about.”

Samantha looked back and forth not sure how to respond.  She said with obvious confusion in her voice, “What do you mean?”

Victor lunged at Samantha and grabbed her by the throat and thrusted her back to the wall slamming her.  Samantha was extremely skinny and at only 5’5” manhandling her was extremely easy.  She snapped against the wall shocked and scared as she looked at a menacingly looking Victor whose face was inches from hers as he said threateningly, “You’re a pretty girl sitting at a poker table with a bunch of strangers, mostly men.  Most of them old perverts.  You scalp them and take their money, don’t be surprised to find them following you to your car or your room and taking what they want.”

This idea had terrified Samantha for as long as she was playing poker.  This is why she always tried to park near cameras at casinos but then she just worried if she was so close, that it was a blind spot for the camera.  Victor had gotten her a gun for this exact purpose but she never bothered to get a concealed carry card and she didn’t have it with her.  She also knew that Victor knew this.  Despite her fears and taking precautions, she never thought it would be from someone she knew.  Her logic was that if someone she knew took advantage of her, she would know them and just go to the cops and give them all the information she knew, which she made sure was a lot if she ever decided to stay in a room with one.  This, however, would only happen after something happened.  Suddenly it occurred to her that having to suffer the fate before going to the cops, didn’t justify his not getting away with it, it still hurt her and it would only be a step.  She tried to be calm for she knew Victor as a nice guy and still didn’t believe he would hurt her.  She said very sternly trying to hide any fear in her voice, “Get off me.”

Victor backed up a little bit but his hand remained around her throat.  He looked up and down her body sizing her up.  At that point, he really missed having sex with her.  He rationalized that even if Samantha went to the cops, which she didn’t think she would, he had a good case that it was consensual.  After all, they had been engaged and she followed him to Vegas.  The second she said she would go with him, he knew he owned her and had her wrapped around his finger.  This splitting the bed and incessant talk of them not doing anything was just her playing hard to get.  That’s why she wouldn’t go to the cops.  He said with a smile, “Yea, I’m going to give you a crash course on the life of a poker player.”

Samantha put up her arms and shoved against his chest and said, “Get the fuck off me.” For now she was no longer scared but just mad.

Victor didn’t move back too much as Samantha was not that strong.  He grabbed her by the biceps and threw her onto the bed.  He then straddled her pinning her waist down and gripped her T-shirt by the collar and yanked it apart splitting it down the middle revealing her bra.  Samantha screamed, “Help me…” but was silenced by Victor’s hand over her mouth.  She squirmed but Victor just held her down and she couldn’t do much in his grip.  Victor pinned both her arms above her head with one arm as the other arm was still over her mouth.  He said, “You can’t beat me Samantha, I know you want this, you might as well just stop fighting me so it’ll hurt less.  Nobody is coming to help you, nobody gets involved and people have all sorts of weird dominatrix sex in Vegas.  So, this is what’s going to happen, you’re going to fuck me, then you’re going to give me $700, both as a start to reimbursing me for all the times I gave you money when I won and because I have to fuck your anorexic no curves body so you should pay me to fuck you.”

                Samantha froze out of shock not because she was scared.  She fully intended on fighting tooth and nail hoping that someone helped her or that Victor would come to his senses.  At this time she didn’t know if she would try to verbally reason with him or struggle, for she knew she couldn’t do both.  With the hand over her mouth, she knew that the first thing to do was squirm until he let the hand off.  She froze because she never thought Victor would say what he just did.  Victor was living in her parent’s house for free and he did take money from her too…they shared it during their relationship. She took that comment as just heat of passion but the last one about implying he hated making love to her hurt to the soul.  She knew at that point that she would never take Victor back, not after tonight.  She didn’t want to admit it, but she knew that if Victor didn’t volunteer to stop, he could have his way with her, there was no way she could overpower him.  She was losing hope that that was going to happen but she wasn’t the type to just lie down and take it.  This was going to be a very long painful night for her both physically and emotionally.  The thing about Samantha that separated her from most women was that she could snap her emotions off like a switch the way many guys can.  She had just done that with Victor, right now, she wouldn’t care if he died.  All feelings for him were gone even if he stopped right now; even what he had done right now was inexcusable and unforgivable.  With her focus on Victor, she wasn’t listening to what might be happening at the door.

 

                Larry had slept both to and from Red Rock.  It had done well for him as the power nap coupled with seeing Vegas again gave him a second wind.  His two friends were going to go hang out and not gamble since Larry’s friend didn’t want to ditch him to go gambling just yet.  Larry’s friend also had the balancing act of gambling with Larry and doing non-gambling things with his friend.  Larry took this opportunity to go see Samantha.  He called her but got no answer, which he kind of expected.  He went to her room and hesitated whether or not to knock.  He knew he should knock, but he also liked the sense of the adventure and unknown of just opening a door and seeing if he would be surprised at the other end.  He had gotten the green light from Samantha to do exactly that so he decided he would.  He smiled and hoped he’d find Samantha getting dressed or something.  He knew that if he did, he’d get yelled at but it would be worth it.  He had the excuse that Samantha gave her blessing and he merely was doing what he was told.  He slid the key in the lock, and slid it out as the red light turned green.  He turned the handle and walked into the room and found something that he didn’t anticipate but once he saw it, figured he should have known.  Victor was mounted on top of Samantha, so they got back together after all.  His first reaction was to go back out the door but as he motioned himself out, he stopped.  Something didn’t seem right.  If he had walked in on them having sex, both would have turned over to cover up and seemed embarrassed.  Instead they just looked at him.  He thought they were just as surprised as him and didn’t react yet but he wanted some sort of reaction.  He stepped back in the room and closed the door…still nothing, which really made him think that things weren’t as they seemed.  He turned toward them once again and this time decided to take in what he was looking at.  Victor said, “Dude, get the fuck out of here”

                Larry relaxed; he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t leaving or what he was waiting for.  He said rather calmly, “Have her tell me that.”

                “Ummm you’re a fucking pervert, obviously we’re back together, I mean we’re rooming together on vacation.”

                “And yet, you’re hand is over her mouth, why don’t you want her to speak?

                Samantha was getting upset that Larry decided to have a conversation before saving her.  She squirmed against Victor but her movement was limited since Victor had his legs pinning her waist and his arm pinning both hers.  She looked around and concluded that there was no way Larry shouldn’t realize what was going on, her arms were pinned down.  He was on the right track though, and he was her only hope so she would just have to play it out.  She gave Victor a look like he was caught.  Victor noticed it but wasn’t so sure he couldn’t talk Larry out of the room.  He came up with a plan; he gave an embarrassed smile and said, “Well, Samantha can’t really talk right now due to what was happening before you came in.”

                Larry smiled wide as he got the reference to a blowjob.  Now he knew Victor was lying and he would point out some things that went against that Larryry, “Oh really? Well let’s see, one, your shorts are still on with your boxers so clearly that’s not what was happening.  Two, her mouth is nowhere near your groin as it’s pressed against her groin, which is where it should be if she was giving you a blowjob, so obviously she wasn’t giving you one when I walked in.  Leaving me to three – I don’t know if Samantha is a spitter or a swallower but if she was a spitter, she would have spit up the cum by now.  If she was a swallower, she would have swallowed it by now, in which case, fully capable of talking to me.  And four – if she was a spitter, you covering her mouth makes her keep the cum in for a pretty long time at this point so that’s kind of shitty and you should probably let her spit it up thus confirming what you just told me or she should just swallow and save herself the torture.”

                Victor had no rebuttal so just stared a hole in him and said, “Dude, get the fuck out of here.”

                “Nah, and since you still have your hand over her mouth, I think it’s time I put her in a position to tell me to leave.  Larry ran at Victor and shoved him off her.  He then turned to Samantha who immediately said, “Kick his fucking ass, and what took you so fucking long?!”

                Larry was already in the air before Samantha spoke, the look away only gave Victor time to flatten himself before getting ready to get up.  Larry leapt on top of him and punched at his face repeatedly.  Samantha got up and grabbed a T-shirt to put on and stood near the door watching.  Larry pounded away at Victor and felt a disturbing sense of joy from it.  He was bigger than Victor both in height and in weight so the blows were having effect.  Larry got up and grabbed Victor’s arm and yanked him to his feet.  He grabbed him by the back of his neck and ran toward the wall slamming his face into it as hard as he could beside the door.  He opened the door while still maintaining his grip on Victor’s neck and shoved him out.  He turned to Samantha who just pointed outside, to which Larry took to mean to continue, which he was all too happy to do.  He helped Victor to his feet and punched him in the stomach.  Victor dropped to one knee and Larry grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the stairs.  He again helped him to his feet, placed one leg behind his and shoved him back.  Victor tripped over Larry’s leg and tumbled down the stairs.  Larry walked back to Samantha’s room and for the first time thought about what he was doing.  He contemplated whether he was being Samantha’s lackey or acting on his own accord.  The toss down the stairs was a little excessive.  He reasoned that objectively, he should have stopped when he threw Victor out the door.  No matter what Samantha said, he was done with Victor, if Samantha wanted to get her hands dirty, then that was her prerogative.  He was done doing her dirty work for her.  He walked in to Samantha smiling, which he was unsure how to read.  On one hand, she could be happy to be out of a predicament or on the other, she was happy to get Larry to do her dirty work for her.  He hoped the latter was just his paranoia, but you could never be sure.

 

                The second that door opened, hope came rushing over Samantha.  She got a little worried when Larry started to leave and then when he engaged in a conversation but she was safe now.  That’s what she focused on now.  When Larry went into the hallway she peeked out the door.  The second Victor fell down the stairs she smiled and closed the door so that the latch was rested against the door so could open.  She walked back to her spot waiting for Larry to come back in.  When he did, she looked at him in way she never had before.  Before this, he was just some guy that liked her but she didn’t have any feelings for.  Now, he was her protector.  She was already emotionally over what Victor did.  Most girls would have been distraught for days or generalized a hatred for men but not Samantha.  Victor got what was coming to him and now she was ready to do what she wanted.  She knew Larry had only fucked one other person, so he was clean.  She hated men with multiple sex partners because she always feared disease.  She said rather seductively, “Thank you.”

                Larry was taken aback by this.  He expected her to run up to him and hug him or her breathing heavy as she tried to calm down.  He thought he would have to console her in some way because she was shaken up but none of this had happened.  This only confirmed that Samantha used him.  He decided to just confront her putting aside any emotions for what it may look like and said, “Was he really trying to hurt you?”

                Samantha’s eyes widened in shock from this question.  She thought that was obvious.  She choked on the words a little before saying, “How can you doubt that?”

                “Answer the question”

                “Yes, he fucking grabbed me by the throat, threw me on the bed and pinned me down and covered my mouth so I couldn’t scream for help.”

                Larry doubted himself now.  All the reactions he thought he would come to were for normal women but he knew that Samantha wasn’t very normal for a woman.  She did not show the same emotions and always had coldness to her that he feared for as long as he’d known her.  He didn’t know what to believe now.  He said, “So, it’s not that you started hooking up with him, I came in, you regretted it, felt embarrassed that you did what you so vehemently said you wouldn’t so decided to just go with the story that he took advantage of you.”

                “Are you fucking kidding me” she snapped out “and just let you kick the living shit out of him?”

                “He’s an Ex-fiancee who hurt you…hell hath no fury over a woman scorned, you threatened to put me in the hospital without even knowing what happened.”

                “My sister told me you forced yourself on her, what else was I supposed to say?  Did I fucking do anything?”

                Larry knew this was a legitimate point.  It had been about two years since that happened but nothing did ever come from it.  Larry stopped talking to her sister but even he got over being falsely accused after about seven months.  He had always questioned whether Samantha was as cold-hearted as he thought she was.  There were times when Samantha did show compassion toward him but that was only once.  To be honest, he never really came to a conclusion because the one person that confirmed his suspicions he had stopped talking to long ago for being of low moral integrity, so that wasn’t too reliable of a source.  Still though, he thought he may have a point.  He needed to focus on facts, Samantha had never done anything more than threaten him.  He really only wanted to know one thing, “So you’re happy what I did to Victor?  You’re not pissed at me?”

                Samantha’s shoulders dropped as she let out a shocked gasp, “I’m ecstatic for what you did to Victor.  Victor should fucking die for what he did to me.  I mean you saw us, you saw him with his hand over my mouth; you even said so, so how could you possible think I wanted it.”

                “I have no idea how you fuck, maybe you like it rough.”

                “We weren’t fucking, his clothes were on, my shirt is fucking ripped, here I’ll show you” as she walked to the bed and picked up both pieces of the ripped T-shirt and threw them at Larry. 

                Larry caught them and looked at the torn pieces.  It did nothing to disprove his Larryry, if she liked it rough, maybe she wanted him to rip the shirt off her.  Samantha never talked to him about her sex life unlike his other female friend except the one he shared with Samantha.  He thought about it, and didn’t really see Samantha as masochistic.  Even if he was right about her being a text book psychopath, she would want to dominate not be dominated.  She was always in control, her being mounted and her shirt ripped off her didn’t make sense.  That is what convinced him.  Larry decided to throw in the towel, he softened his tone and said, “Look Samantha, I’m sorry, I’m just really tired.  I wasn’t expecting to walk in on this.  Victor is probably hurt pretty badly.  You’re the only one that witnessed what happened and if something does I need you to back me up.  I really just needed to know that I didn’t risk being arrested for nothing.”

                “You didn’t and if he presses charges, I’ll back you up and press charges against him for what he did.”

                “Alright, so are you okay?  Did he hit you?”

                “No, just tossed me around a little bit but I’m fine” she said as she relaxed and sat on the bed.  She patted the side of the bed inviting Larry to sit next to her.

                Larry took the hint and walked over to Samantha and sat down next to her.  They sat in silence for a little bit and then Samantha leaned her head against Larry’s shoulder.  Larry instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his chest.  Samantha wrapped her arm around Larry’s stomach and lied against his chest and said, “Thank you” in a very vulnerable voice. 

The events of the day started to hit her now and the thought crept into her mind of what would have happened if Larry stayed at the park a little longer or decided to hang out with his friends before coming over.  Victor wouldn’t have needed much time to fully dominate her, and in this scenario it was very easy for him to get it.  She took it as luck, which was a good thing to have in Vegas.  Larry lowered his mouth and kissed the top of Samantha’s head.  Samantha took this as his making a move, which is what she was waiting for.  She wrapped her leg around Larry’s waist and repositioned herself so that she was straddling him.  Larry leaned in and kissed on the mouth to which she kissed back.  They made out for a while and Samantha pushed her entire upper body against Larry’s.  Larry could have easily supported it but he lied back down anyway while continuing to kiss Samantha.  Samantha sat up still straddling Larry and looked down on him.  For the first time she contemplated if this was a good idea.  I mean she almost got raped, she wanted to have sex with Larry very badly but she didn’t think she could handle if he wanted to be on top.  She needed the control and she would make that known and hope that Larry didn’t take offense to that and force the issue the way Victor did.  She told herself that the Victor situation was different and she knew Larry was a nice guy, but she would have said that about Victor too. She realized that she didn’t want to have sex with Larry because he saved her, she wanted to because she wanted to dominate the man who physically dominated the guy who dominated her.  That would make her feel better.  All she needed was Larry to go along with it.  She removed her shirt and threw it to the side.  She then slid her arms under Larry’s shirt and motioned it off him.  She kissed Larry’s neck and lowered her mouth to his chest and down to his waist.  She undid his shorts and slid them off him with her body sliding off him and to her feet at the foot of the bed.  Larry sat up and wrapped his arms around Samantha’s waist resting on her ass and pulled her toward him.  Samantha placed her hands behind his head and leaned over him.  Larry kissed her stomach as he fumbled his arms up to undo Samantha’s jeans.  He pulled them down and Samantha stepped out of them.  Larry brought his arms up caressing Samantha’s legs in the process before sliding his hands underneath her panties and grabbing her bare buttocks.  Samantha didn’t resist.  She gripped the side of Larry’s head and pulled back and lowered her head to his.  She kissed Larry passionately and he returned it as she wrapped her legs back around him.  Larry stood up and Samantha wrapped her legs around him as Larry walked her to the wall and thrusted his pelvis toward her pinning her against the wall.  Samantha moaned and kissed at Larry’s neck to which he did the same.  Suddenly Samantha was shaking as being pinned against the wall gave her flashbacks of when Victor had her by the throat.  She screamed, “Stop” and pushed against Larry’s chest.  Larry immediately backed away.  Samantha was a poker player so was used to reading people’s faces; she looked at Larry and realized he was shocked then worried, then concerned for her.  This turned her back on for Larry didn’t seem angry that things got hot and heavy and then she just stopped him cold turkey.  She now knew she could get what she wanted.  This wasn’t her intention at the time she told him to stop for she really wanted to get out from the wall.  She shoved Larry back onto the bed and mounted him.  She rode him brushing her breasts across his face but Larry wasn’t reciprocating now.  He grabbed her by the side and lifted up so that she faced him.  He said, “Are you sure you want to do this?  I mean you are sending mixed signals.”

                Samantha expected this, “Yes, I do, just I need you not to pin me in any way.”

                This immediately made sense to Larry as he nodded his head and said rather excitedly so as not to kill the moment anymore than he already had, “Yea that’s fair” and wrapped his arms back around Samantha and pulled her toward him. 

He undid her bra and Samantha sat up to take it off. She slapped him across the face, then smiled and leaned to kiss him.  Larry went with all of it.  Once again, she lowered her body only this time she removed Larry’s boxers so that he was completely naked.  She stood on top of the bed with one leg on either side of Larry.  Larry sat up and pulled down her panties leaving her naked.  He then placed his hands on her butt and once again pulled her toward him.  This time her bare vagina was against Larry’s face and he licked her clitoris and the surrounding area.  Samantha moaned with pleasure as she squeezed the back of Larry’s head.  She hadn’t had a sexual encounter in quite some time so climaxed rather quickly.  Samantha then kicked at Larry’s chest and slammed his upper body down and shifted her weight to his chest pinning him down.  Larry knew better than to resist.  Samantha grabbed a condom and placed it on Larry’s penis and then lowered her vagina on top of it forcing Larry inside of her.  She rode back and forth before leaning forward and gyrating her breasts over Larry’s face.  Larry sucked her breasts caressed her legs and ass and sporadically pulled himself inside of her more.  He made out with Samantha and kissed her neck as she continued to thrust forward.  After a little while, Larry achieved orgasm but Samantha continued to ride him.  Larry started tapping the bed as if to surrender but Samantha didn’t care; she just rode harder and faster.  She pulled up and wrapped her arms around Larry’s neck and continued to ride him.  She had lost herself but Larry made no effort to stop her.  Although he really needed time to recover from the orgasm, he kind of enjoyed the pain as he was a little masochistic and didn’t know if he would ever get a chance to do this with Samantha again.  To Larry’s surprise Samantha screamed out as she achieved orgasm.  This seemed to recall her senses and she rolled off Larry breathing heavily.  Larry lied on his back panting.  The first sexual encounter he had was horrible, but this was much more fulfilling.  He deluded himself into thinking it was seven years in the making.  Samantha turned away and Larry wrapped his arm around his body.  Samantha backed into him and Larry slid his other arm under her neck as an extension to the pillow spooning with her.  They both fell asleep in that position.

                Larry woke up first and slid out of the bed.  He went over to the other bed and sat down on it with his head in his hands.  He didn’t know what to think.  Nobody was knocking on the door.  If Victor was going to press charges, someone would have been here by now.  Then again, he didn’t know how badly Victor was hurt; he may not have been able to speak, though he doubted this.  A tumble down the stairs is rarely fatal and paramedics could easily wake him up from unconsciousness by now.  He stared over at Samantha who was still naked.  For as long as he’d known her, he had never seen her legs.  Even in the hot summers of New York and Florida, Samantha always wore jeans.  He liked the view now and it made what happened even more special to him.  He took in this moment not sure what would happen when Samantha woke up.  All indications were she would be okay with what happened but Larry was a pessimist.  He sat there staring at Samantha and daydreaming which came all too easily for him.  He snapped out of it when Samantha woke up and shot up seemingly scared.  When she turned toward Larry she seemed to relax and took deep breaths to calm herself down.  She said to him, “You really can’t leave me alone, I’m sorry but I can’t be alone after what happened.  What we did helped a lot but I don’t think I’m ready to be alone for the rest of my time in Vegas.”

                Larry shrugged his shoulders, “We have two beds, if you don’t mind sharing a bed with me, it won’t be a problem but any extracurricular activities we should stay here.  If you don’t want to because Victor knows you’re here and has a key, I’d understand.  But if we do anything it’ll have to be in the bathroom of my room or in here….preferably in here.”

                Samantha smiled at the forwardness.  She said, “Oh you and I are done with extracurricular activities” as she smiled wider. 

                Larry nodded, this didn’t concern him.  One night was fine for him.  Samantha came over and French kissed him then backed away.  Larry reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him.  Samantha straddled him and laughed playfully.  Larry half expected to be pushed away but she hadn’t yet so he started making out with her.  After a while Samantha pulled back and said, “Tell me I’m sexy.”

                Larry looked at her dumbfounded and said, “You’re sexy” and went back to kissing her.

                Again Samantha pulled back, “Tell me I’m hot.”

                “You’re hot”

                They continued to make out and then Samantha pulled back and got up.  Larry sized up her naked body and truly enjoyed what he saw.  He knew not many people got to see Samantha like this and it made him feel special.  Samantha noticed and liked it.  She purposely turned around so Larry could see the backside as well and pretended she had to go get something.  Even with her back turned, she felt Larry’s eyes on her.  She reached into the drawer and grabbed another pair of panties and pulled it on snapping it into place as if to tell Larry that the show was over.  Larry smiled and got the hint.  He walked over to the bed and put on his boxers.  They both got dressed and then Samantha walked over to him and jumped into his arms.  Larry caught her and kissed her as Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back.  She said, “Thank you Larry.”

                Larry laughed, “Thank you.”

                Samantha got serious, ‘No, I mean it, I don’t know what would have happened without you.”

                Larry shrugged his shoulders, “Doesn’t really matter, I was.”

                Samantha smiled and kissed him again.  She then let go and stood on her own two feet and stared at Larry and gave another smile for she had a great idea.  Larry read it and said, “Yea, let’s go play some cards.”

 

                People found Victor rather quickly when he took the fall.  He refused medical attention as he didn’t have insurance.  One of the drawbacks of being a professional poker player was no medical.  The cops showed up and he said he didn’t want to press charges, he just had an altercation with someone he took money from but he’s alright.  When they left, he called his friends who helped them to their room.  As far as he was concerned, he never wanted to see Samantha again.  This was for a variety of reasons including being ashamed for what he did.  It took Larry kicking his ass for him to realize that but Samantha didn’t lift a finger to help him.  He realized that if she had any feelings for him, she would have at least tried to stop Larry or check to see if he was okay but none of that happened.  His friends agreed to go to his room and get his stuff but they were going to give Samantha a day to cool off.  When they did, they were happy to find the room empty.  They really didn’t want the awkwardness of dealing with her as they got Victor’s things.  They quickly packed it up and transported it to their room and decided to try to enjoy the rest of their time in Vegas.

 

                Larry and Samantha played poker for a couple hours before they met up with Larry’s friends.  Larry was vague when he explained the situation to his friends but said enough for them to realize Samantha needed to stay with them.  Neither of them cared and Larry assured him they wouldn’t be fooling around and he meant it.  Samantha didn’t want to anyway.  She was a private person and the idea of hooking up with a guy with others in the room disgusted her.  When the trip was over, they all flew to their respective homes.  Samantha and Larry still talked frequently but remained friends.  Larry was planning on visiting her in Fort Myers but as far as he was concerned, he wanted to keep it plutonic.  Samantha had sexual tension with Larry but given that he was in New York and hung out with his sister often, she kind of wanted to keep it plutonic too.  Still there was a lot of sexual tension between them now and it was only a matter of time to see if it would destroy their friendship or lead to more activity.  Samantha and Victor never spoke again even when they ran into each other at the dog track.  Victor was too ashamed to talk to her and she wanted nothing to do with him.  At first, she purposely flirted with guys daring him to try to cock block her again for she would make a scene.  She no longer cared that the dog track was his territory and he knew all the dealers and personnel.  He assaulted her and that was enough for her to put aside all decorum if he tried anything.  When he didn’t, Samantha stopped outwardly flirting to make him jealous and just played normally.  She did end up quitting her teaching job and playing poker professionally.  Larry backed her and she was delivering much better than the trial run now that she could focus her entire energy on poker.  She loved the freedom of it and planned to go on gambling trips with Larry when he could get off work.  Life was good for Samantha as she was living the real American dream of making a living doing what she loved to do. 

Bad Kid

            Molly was a teacher in Long Island, New York.  She had been a teacher for a number of years but this was the first year that she wouldn’t be teaching young children.  She was being informed that this year she would teach history to seventh and ninth graders, which she didn’t really enjoy.  When she walked into her ninth grade class one day, she noticed that some of the kids she had taught when they were little kids when she taught earlier years.  At 26, she was still young but that didn’t take away from the experience she had since she started teaching at a young age.  Even though she didn’t want to teach older children, she wasn’t going to complain.  She would just get through this year and see what happened the following years. 

            While Molly was grading papers one day, she came across a student who completely bombed a paper.  Nothing in the incoherent, ungrammatical, rambling resembled anything that could be considered a rational thought.  She had to give it an “F”.  This was inevitable because in all classes there are children that just can’t keep up.  This one, however, she knew because she had taught him previously.  He had really good parents and lived in a good neighborhood.  There were no environmental factors she could notice that made her believe shaped him to be the unmotivated, unruly kid that he was.  To Molly, this simply wasn’t possible.  She believed that all kids were innocent and the bad apples were not to blame, but their parents were.  Even with this preconceived notion, she couldn’t find anything wrong with his parents.  She went to school and handed back the homework and papers.  The failing student, Osama, got back his paper and immediately complained but Molly stood firm as it was obvious that he did not even bother to read the material.  After a short exchange, Osama smiled and walked away seemingly defeated. 

 

            Larry Couchmanos was visiting his cousin in Long Island.  He had forgotten his GPS at home and was a little worried because he has no sense of direction.  His cousin gave him detailed directions on how to get back to his home in Brooklyn and he set out pessimistic that he would be able to follow them.  Although he had little faith that it would go without a hitch, he wasn’t too worried as he liked the sense of adventure.  Predictably he got lost and he ended up driving on side streets trying to get to a main road.  As he turned down a corner he thought he saw silhouettes of some people.  Although he was a little cautious, he didn’t think he’d find many people out here so he had to ask them for directions.  He always carried two knives on him so he held one in his hand just in case these people weren’t friendly. 

 

Molly had clubs she was in charge of after school.  By chaperoning them, she made extra income so she willingly did it as she didn’t have much to do that day and she could always use the extra cash.  The event ended and by the time she cleaned up and left, it was dark out.  Her school was separated from the main roads since they didn’t want little kids to be running into the street when cars were coming.  As she walked to her car, she took out her keys and unlocked her door.  Her car was the only one in the parking lot as everyone else had left.  When she got to her car, she felt something wrap around he neck.  She squirmed until she felt the unmistakable feel of cold steel against her neck. She froze in fear, as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and pull her toward a body a little taller than her.  She felt the warm breath of another person on her ear and heard an all too familiar voice say, “Now, you have two options, either you do exactly what I say and this knife doesn’t cut that cute smooth skin of yours or….you fight, and I tear every piece of clothing from your body and most likely do some cutting with my knife here.”

            Molly tried to conceal the fear from her voice and responded, “Please, you don’t have to do this.”

            “No shit, I want to do this.”

            “We’re at a school, there’s people inside, someone will see you, as of right now, I don’t know who you are, you can leave here and nothing will happen to you.”

            Molly felt the arm lower and the knife press against her neck as he unzipped her jeans.  She continued, “Please don’t.”

            “Fuck you bitch.  Are you going to give me what I want, or am I going to have to force you to?”

            “Please stop.”

            The guy brought his arm up along Molly’s stomach to her breasts over her shirt and groped her front he then brought his arm down her side and grabbed her ass as he thrusted himself toward her.  He then said, “Wise choice, now don’t fucking say another word, just bend your ass over.”

            The guy reached around and unbuttoned Molly’s jeans and leaned his upper body against hers guiding her to bend over.  He used the non-knife wielding hand to nudge her side motioning her to the front of the car.  He bent her over the hood of her car and pulled down on her jeans with one arm as he kept the other firmly around her neck with the knife pressed against the side of her neck.  He fumbled with the panties but got them down enough so that he could have his choice of where to penetrate her.  The guy undid his own pants and pulled his penis out using both hands.  Molly had already frozen up and even though the knife was not on her neck, she still didn’t dare fight him.  All she could hope for now was that it would be over soon.  The knife came back against her neck and she held her breath.  She closed her eyes and waited helplessly for him to complete what he had set out to do. It seemed like it was taking forever as seconds ticked on like minutes.  She heard gurgling noises and wetness on the back of her neck and thought it was just a 14-year-old drooling with excitement about fucking his teacher.

 

            As Larry approached the people, he realized that they looked busy.  There was a certain voyeurism to it, he didn’t make a noise because he didn’t want to disturb them from having sex but he wanted to get close enough so that he was sure that’s what was going on.  If it was, he’d just leave but if not, he’d ask for directions.  As he stalked closer, he saw the knife wrap around.  What happened next was pure instinctual, he hurried behind the guy and used his own knife to slit the knife-wielding man’s throat.  The guy dropped the knife and Larry shoved him to the side and he collapsed clutching his throat.  Larry put his knife back on his waist and rubbed Molly’s bicep saying, “You’re okay” Repeatedly.

 

            If Molly was paying attention she would have realized that the voice she now heard was different.  The guy was rubbing her arm but she couldn’t feel him penetrate.  Suddenly she felt his hands on both her biceps easing her up and thought that maybe he was having second thoughts after all.  Then she saw a guy on the ground rolling and coughing as blood oozed out of his neck soaking his hand.  She instinctively turned around and saw a face she recognized but did not match the voice she heard earlier.  Suddenly, it was setting in.  Although she didn’t know the person she was looking at very well, she recognized him as a friend of a friend that she had played poker with on a number of occasions.  The guy backed up and Molly realized that she wasn’t the only one surprised that they knew each other.  Larry recovered quicker and put out his hands and said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

            Molly was still shaken up, she couldn’t help herself now that she realized she was not looking at her would-be rapist, she charged in and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest.  Larry hugged her back and stroked her back as Molly seemed to relax.  Molly was relaxing every moment she was in the hug and for that reason didn’t want to let go.  Larry kept reassuring her that she was okay and then started motioning her to his car.  Molly was in no mood to walk so she pulled up on the back of Larry’s neck and wrapped her legs around him and rested her head on his shoulder.  Larry carried her to his car ignoring the blood stains on her shirt from when he slit the would-be rapist throat and blood sprayed onto Molly.  He got Molly in the passenger seat and got in the driver seat.  He started the car and drove off unsure of his next move.  He looked at Molly and felt confused, he started empathizing with her.  He noticed that her jeans were still undone so he said, “Button up your jeans.”

            Molly shook her head as if she was snapping out of a trance and pulled up her panties and jeans and buttoned and zipped them.  Larry assumed that she didn’t really want to talk about what happened so he wanted to try to be as vague as possible since he wanted to know.  He started, “Molly, how are you?”

            “I’ve been better.”

            “Yea, I can understand that, what do you want me to do?  Do you want me to take you home? A female friend’s house?  Don’t feel bad if you’re a little hesitant around me.  I understand, you probably don’t like guys right about now.”

            Molly glared at Larry and said, “No, I just don’t like high school boys right now.”

            Larry’s eyes widened as the news hit him.  He didn’t even bother to look at the guy whose throat he slit, it was more of an impulse than anything.  He asked the first question he could think of. “Wait, you knew him?”

            “Yea, his name is Osama, I just failed him.”

            “So he wanted revenge.”

            “Yea, fucked up kid.”

            Larry smiled.  He had gotten into debates with Molly and her teacher friends about whether kids could be bad and she seemed to confirm it.  Though, Larry believed she would just blame the parents so didn’t ask.  He just stuck to his original question, “Where do you want me to take you?”

            “I want to go home”

            “Okay, tell me how to get there.”

She turned to Larry, “I know this is weird and forward.  I appreciate your helping me, but being alone freaks me out right now, and…well…I think I feel safer with you.”

            “Not with a female friend?”

            “No, there are more students that I gave a bad grade to.  I’m probably paranoid right now, but still I’m scared.

            “Okay, but if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to tell me”

            “I won’t”

            Molly directed Larry to her house and they both went inside.  Molly immediately went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.  She then called her two mutual friends of Larry and asked them both if they believed Larry could be trusted.  Both said yes.

            Molly took a long shower as Larry lied down on the coach.  He had fallen asleep by the time Molly got out and Molly woke him up.  She said, “Don’t get the wrong idea; I’m not saying that we’re not going to hook up ever, but just tonight, I need you not to.”

            Larry was confused, he was on the coach, and he thought it was clear he didn’t think he was hooking up with her tonight.  Why did he need to be woken up for this?  He said “Okay” then lied back down.

 

Molly shook him and said, “No, you need to sleep in the bed with me.”

            Now Larry understood.  He took off his shoes and let Molly lead him to her bed. Both Larry and Molly lied down on opposite sides of the bed and Larry immediately turned his back to her.  Molly couldn’t explain her urge but she was not going to compromise what she wanted.  It crossed her mind she was teasing Larry or exploiting his feeling bad about what happened to her.  She started tapping on Larry’s arm and Larry turned toward her.  Molly grabbed Larry’s arm and rolled away bringing Larry’s arm around her body and onto her stomach.  Larry followed the lead and pulled Molly into him and slipped his other arm under her neck and used it as an extension of the pillow.  The second he did, he felt Molly’s entire body relax in his arms.  It was the manliest feeling he’s ever had.  They both fell asleep rather quickly.

            Molly woke up before Larry.  She maneuvered her way out of Larry’s arms and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.  As she exited the bed, she was glad to see Larry was still sleeping.  When he awoke, he came into the kitchen and Molly had food ready for him.  Larry was the first to speak and asked, “So, how are you?”

            “Much better, thanks”

            “Glad to hear it.”

            “How are you doing?”

            Larry was surprised by the question and chuckled, “Me? I’m fine”

            Molly had a serious look on her face that Larry couldn’t really explain.  She said, “Really?  You don’t feel bad about what happened last night?”

            “You mean what I had to do?”

            “Yea”

            “No, because like I said, I had to do it, he was trying to hurt you, guys who hurt girls, especially in that way deserve to die.”

            “Even if they’re 14?”

            “This is where you and are going to differ.  You’re a teacher, you believe that kids are innocent and all that bullshit…I don’t.  Now, I don’t really want to remind you how I found you but let’s just say it wasn’t in the best situation and any guy who puts a girl in that situation loses their innocence to me and I will treat them the same regardless of age.”

            “I guess you’re right, I don’t know I just…not even a little?”

            “Molly, it’s hard for me to answer this question.  I mean it’s only been a night, I don’t want to make you relive it.”

            “I promise I’m fine.”

            Larry tried to mutter something but always got choked up so he said, “Look, if you think I’m a monster and some horrible person because I killed a kid then that’s fine, I’ll go.  Like I said before, if you’re uncomfortable around me, I’ll leave, so I will.” Larry said as he got up to go toward the door.

            At that moment, Larry didn’t know what to think.  He began to believe Molly would go to the cops and that means he would be arrested for murder.  Without Molly backing him up, he wasn’t confident he could get off.  Although he was a psychology major, he had no idea the psyche of a girl who almost gets raped.  Molly walked in front of Larry and said, “I didn’t say I wanted you to leave.”

            “In so many words”

            “No, you misunderstood.  I just want to talk about it.  Don’t be shy, the only reason I’m doing so much better last night is because I feel safe with you.  You have no idea how much you helped me last night.”

            “Well you have a weird way of showing gratitude” he blurted out then immediately regretted it.

            Molly lowered her head and walked over to a couch to sit down.  Larry followed shaking his head, wishing he could take it back.  He sat next to Molly and said, “Look, I’m sorry.”

            “No, you’re right.”

            “No, I shouldn’t have said that.”

            “It’s okay, I mean you save me from being raped and I question your motives.”

            “You didn’t question my motives; you just got shocked because I did something you wouldn’t.  You witnessed a horrendous thing, but I feel I’m justified, the point is how you feel about it.”

            Molly turned to him, “I’m glad you did it, I just know what that means.”

            “It doesn’t make you a bad person, you’re biased because you’re the one he was trying to hurt, and it clouds your judgment that’s all.”

            “You’re hitting on what I actually wanted to ask you.”

            “What’s that?”

            “I don’t expect you to feel bad that you killed him.  What I don’t understand is why did you do it for me?”  Larry took a deep breath and Molly continued, “I mean, you and I aren’t that close, I only see you when I’m playing poker with mutual friends of ours.  We never hang out alone; we don’t even have each other’s numbers.  Why would you risk going to jail for murder for me?”

            Larry just nodded his head; he needed to respond to this.  He was wondering the same thing since it happened and a lot of things went through his head but he was unsure if he wanted to tell Molly.  He started, “I was wondering the same thing…it’s not to say I regret it, the cops will find the body.  They’re going to wonder about it.  I don’t know if you’re going to back me up.  If you don’t, I think I’m going to jail, if you do, I think there’s a chance I’ll get off.  All I’m asking is that you tell the truth.  If we were close, I wouldn’t doubt it, but you’re right I don’t know you, I don’t know what you’re going to do.”

            “If it comes to that, I’ll back you up.”

            “Even if people call me a child murderer?  People will try to convince you I’m a monster and you were already thinking that.

            “That’s false”

            Larry rolled his eyes for he didn’t believe her.  He continued, “The truth is, I didn’t really think.  There really wasn’t time to, I just saw a guy forcing himself on a girl, and I acted.  I didn’t even know it was you or that I even recognized the girl.  It was simply damsel in distress.  If I thought about it…well…never mind.”

            “You wouldn’t have done it.” Molly said as she turned to him.

            Larry was kicking himself for he always had a problem with not having a filter between his brain and his mouth.  He tried to think of a way out of it, but all he said was, “I don’t know…” then continued, “It doesn’t matter though, I did, that’s all that happened.  The facts are, you are completely okay physically, and I directly contributed to that.”

            “Yes you did” as Molly wrapped her arms around Larry and kissed him on the mouth.

            Larry wanted to resist but it was hard.  Molly was a good looking girl and although he felt he may be taking advantage of the situation, he went with it and kissed her.  They began making out and Larry stood up and Molly wrapped her legs and arms around him as he carried her to the bedroom.  Larry lied on top of her and kissed her neck repeatedly, he lowered his body and drove his hands under her shirt and pulled it off over her head.  Molly lunged at him and kissed him again as she removed his shirt as well as Larry undid her bra.  He pushed her upper body back a bit and said, “Molly, you don’t owe me this, you don’t have to do this   if you don’t want to then…”

            Molly interrupted him with another kiss. She wrapped her legs around Larry and rolled him onto his back so she was on top.  She started kissing his neck and down his midsection and continued her way down taking off his pants.  She reached back up and pulled off his boxers.  She slid her body up making sure her entire body rubbed against his penis before getting to his head.  She wrapped her arms under his and motioned upwards.  Larry sat up and Molly shoved her breasts into his face as he caressed them with his mouth.  Molly then stood up and waved her waist in front of his face.  Larry grabbed her pajama pants and pulled them down revealing her thong.  He pulled off the pants then brought his hands up her legs and placed them on her butt pulling her groin toward him.  He caressed her butt and then reached around and pulled down the thong leaving her naked.  He pulled her toward him again and licked her clitoris as he maneuvered his tongue around her vagina.  Molly grabbed the back of his head and pulled toward her as she moaned with pleasure.  After she climaxed she pulled back pinned Larry on his back by placing her right leg on his chest and forced him down.  She lowered herself onto him so his penis entered her and leaned forward gyrating up and down as her breasts dangled across Larry’s face.  Larry placed his hands on her ass and pulled himself deeper into her with every thrust.  He tried to turn her but Molly slapped him across the face and said, “I’m on top.”

            Larry smiled and went along with it.  He felt really excited and Molly sat up and thrusted her pelvis back and forth while sitting up Larry sat up and sucked on Molly’s breasts and then moved his lips up to her neck and mouth.  After a little while, Molly shoved Larry back down and continued riding him.  Not long after, Larry yelled as he climaxed but Molly kept going.  Larry started slapping the bed and saying, “You win” repeatedly.  Molly smiled and stopped.  She rolled off him and lied on his bicep with her arm draped over his chest.  Both were panting and Larry said, “Thank you.”

            Molly smiled, ‘No, Thank you”

            Eventually, Molly and Larry got up and got dressed.  They spent the day together and Larry spent another night there before going back to his place as he had work the next day.  The body was found but the cops couldn’t pin it to anyone.  Canvassing the neighborhood found nothing and Larry’s finger prints were not on file so didn’t match anything.  Molly and Larry went back to status quo of only seeing each other for poker games when their mutual friends arranged it.  They did exchange numbers and met up a couple times but it proved awkward.  Larry told his friend about what happened and she praised him for it.  He never really felt bad.  To Molly, having intercourse with Larry had a little bit to do with his saving her, but mostly, she wanted to dominate a guy.  That’s why she insisted on being on top.  In a weird way, she saw him as vulnerable when he wouldn’t condemn her when she questioned him.  She also found it submissive of him that he didn’t try anything the first night.  It was exactly what she needed as it restored her faith in men.  Although she would never forget what happened, she returned to work and was able to get through the day uneventfully.  It was a little hard when she saw how sad the students were of the loss of their classmate but she wasn’t the only teacher that was unsure how to handle the situation and advise the students.  She just had a different reason why it was hard for her.