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reluctantly responded.
I peeked my head out. Melanie looked at me with such compassion in her eyes. I didn’t know what to say.
So she began, “What kind of punishments are we talking here?”
I swallowed, eyeing her to gauge her expression, when I blurted, “Sexual.”
Melanie gasped. “Like rape?” She asked me furiously with tears in her eyes.
“No, not like that.” I corrected her. I looked her in the eyes and blanched, “BDSM type of stuff.”
“Holy mother fucking of all shit!” Melanie screamed out blinking several times. Then she glanced away. “Why…would you stay that long with him?” After a long pause it suddenly dawned on her, “Oh my God! You were hoping he’d fall in love with you, weren’t you?”
I swallowed hard and my tears started to fall. “HE made sure to get his point across that HE would never love me. That’s why I left.” It felt good to finally tell her something. At some point I would tell her the whole story. But for now, this would have to do. “Can we not do this right now? I...I really don’t want to talk about it right now.”
Melanie blinked. “Okay, but eventually we’re going to talk about this.” I nodded in agreement. I wiped my eyes and we went back out to Clark who was hitting on a girl at the bar.
We ordered another round and watched the game for a while. Before we knew it, Clark stood up, and winked at us. “I’ll see you guys later.” He followed the girl with his hand on the small of her back, as he walked her through the door. I was amazed at how quickly he was able to pick up a girl, on a Sunday, no less. That boy has game! Melanie started giggling about it.
“I can’t believe he was that quick getting her!” I was still laughing and in shock.
Melanie laughed, “Must be that Clark Kent thing he’s got going on!”
“I wonder if he’s really ‘Faster than a speeding bullet’!” I said, laughing hysterically.
Melanie was about to cry, laughing so hard. “He leaps tall blondes in a single bound!”
We were laughing pretty hard when two guys, pretty good looking actually, came up in between us. “What are you two ladies laughing about?” One asked as he gave a sly smile. He was really cute. Tall, dark and handsome type.
Melanie eyed me with that question in her eyes, like we used to do in college, trying to signal each other if guys were cute enough to talk to. I smirked and nodded my head yes. They were definitely adorable. Melanie turned back to the guy closest to her and brushed her hair off her shoulder, smiling her best smile. “We were just laughing about our friend who can get a chick in the sack faster than Superman.”
Both guys blinked for a second, shocked by what she said, then one near me put his arm behind me onto the bar and said, “Well, he must not respect a woman very much if he does that. Most women, women like you two, probably require a bit more finesse.” Oh God. That was his line? Couldn’t he do any better? I just giggled and looked at Melanie.
“I’d like to see what your version of finesse is.” Melanie said tugging on “her” guy’s shirt. They turned to each other and started talking.
“My” guy looked at me with a shy smile and asked what I was drinking. I told him and we started to have a nice chat while he ordered another beer for me. I wasn’t really feeling like flirting at first, but we were really having a nice conversation and I felt my fun side coming back.
After chatting for a little while, I glanced over his shoulder and something caught my eye. “Oh shit,” I whispered.
I must have looked like I saw a ghost because Melanie immediately noticed my look and asked, “What’s wrong Izzy?”
I leaned over and whispered to Melanie, “That guy, the one in the corner over there, I swear I saw him earlier on my walk today.”
Melanie inconspicuously glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Do you think he’s following you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I responded,
I peeked my head out. Melanie looked at me with such compassion in her eyes. I didn’t know what to say.
So she began, “What kind of punishments are we talking here?”
I swallowed, eyeing her to gauge her expression, when I blurted, “Sexual.”
Melanie gasped. “Like rape?” She asked me furiously with tears in her eyes.
“No, not like that.” I corrected her. I looked her in the eyes and blanched, “BDSM type of stuff.”
“Holy mother fucking of all shit!” Melanie screamed out blinking several times. Then she glanced away. “Why…would you stay that long with him?” After a long pause it suddenly dawned on her, “Oh my God! You were hoping he’d fall in love with you, weren’t you?”
I swallowed hard and my tears started to fall. “HE made sure to get his point across that HE would never love me. That’s why I left.” It felt good to finally tell her something. At some point I would tell her the whole story. But for now, this would have to do. “Can we not do this right now? I...I really don’t want to talk about it right now.”
Melanie blinked. “Okay, but eventually we’re going to talk about this.” I nodded in agreement. I wiped my eyes and we went back out to Clark who was hitting on a girl at the bar.
We ordered another round and watched the game for a while. Before we knew it, Clark stood up, and winked at us. “I’ll see you guys later.” He followed the girl with his hand on the small of her back, as he walked her through the door. I was amazed at how quickly he was able to pick up a girl, on a Sunday, no less. That boy has game! Melanie started giggling about it.
“I can’t believe he was that quick getting her!” I was still laughing and in shock.
Melanie laughed, “Must be that Clark Kent thing he’s got going on!”
“I wonder if he’s really ‘Faster than a speeding bullet’!” I said, laughing hysterically.
Melanie was about to cry, laughing so hard. “He leaps tall blondes in a single bound!”
We were laughing pretty hard when two guys, pretty good looking actually, came up in between us. “What are you two ladies laughing about?” One asked as he gave a sly smile. He was really cute. Tall, dark and handsome type.
Melanie eyed me with that question in her eyes, like we used to do in college, trying to signal each other if guys were cute enough to talk to. I smirked and nodded my head yes. They were definitely adorable. Melanie turned back to the guy closest to her and brushed her hair off her shoulder, smiling her best smile. “We were just laughing about our friend who can get a chick in the sack faster than Superman.”
Both guys blinked for a second, shocked by what she said, then one near me put his arm behind me onto the bar and said, “Well, he must not respect a woman very much if he does that. Most women, women like you two, probably require a bit more finesse.” Oh God. That was his line? Couldn’t he do any better? I just giggled and looked at Melanie.
“I’d like to see what your version of finesse is.” Melanie said tugging on “her” guy’s shirt. They turned to each other and started talking.
“My” guy looked at me with a shy smile and asked what I was drinking. I told him and we started to have a nice chat while he ordered another beer for me. I wasn’t really feeling like flirting at first, but we were really having a nice conversation and I felt my fun side coming back.
After chatting for a little while, I glanced over his shoulder and something caught my eye. “Oh shit,” I whispered.
I must have looked like I saw a ghost because Melanie immediately noticed my look and asked, “What’s wrong Izzy?”
I leaned over and whispered to Melanie, “That guy, the one in the corner over there, I swear I saw him earlier on my walk today.”
Melanie inconspicuously glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Do you think he’s following you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I responded,
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