{"id":7090,"date":"2010-12-10T21:46:46","date_gmt":"2010-12-11T05:46:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beltdrivebetty.com\/wyzwmnsworld\/?page_id=7090"},"modified":"2011-02-05T21:21:18","modified_gmt":"2011-02-06T05:21:18","slug":"chapter-33","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/?page_id=7090","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 33"},"content":{"rendered":"

the sound: <\/strong>Debussy claire de lune<\/strong><\/a>, <\/strong>Wilhelm Kempff plays Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata mvt. 1<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

I\u2019m sunk deep in the bubbles when I hear a noise in the next room. I start to rise up and realize that should I do so it will make me stand naked but for some bubbles should someone enter the room. My eyes frantically search the room for a robe but realize I\u2019ve left it in the next room.<\/p>\n

\u201cwho\u2026who\u2019s there?\u201d I stammer.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no answer.<\/p>\n

I wait for what seems like forever and don\u2019t hear anything else so I climb out of the tub and wrap a towel around myself tiptoeing to the door to see who\u2019s in the next room.<\/p>\n

No one.<\/p>\n

I hurry to the bed grabbing the flannel dressing gown and begin to pull it over my head when a man\u2019s voice comes out of the walk-in \u201cBout time\u201d<\/p>\n

I clutch the towel and squeak startled.<\/p>\n

I turn to run back into the bathroom clutching the towel and flannel dressing gown half on\/half off. The towel drops and I am left hung up in the dressing gown, my face covered but little else as I hear a deep chuckle from the direction of the walk-in.<\/p>\n

I struggle to get the gown over my wet skin and only succeed in knocking the combs that had been holding my hair out causing all of my hair to join the tangle around my shoulders. I begin to cuss in the manner for which I have become famous.<\/p>\n

\u201cJesus Christ woman \u2013 could you make anything else so easy look so hard?\u201d<\/p>\n

I spin around to face the man now standing at the foot of the bed. My gaze runs up and down taking in that he\u2019s over 6 foot tall, that he\u2019s got the proverbial \u201chandlebar\u201d mustache, that he\u2019s lean and muscular and has thick dark hair. He\u2019s leaned against one of the four big wooden posts at the foot of the bed, just on his shoulder, faded denim covered arms crossed over his chest and one blue jean leg crossed over the other so that it almost looks like his worn cowboy boots are on the wrong foot.<\/p>\n

And he\u2019s smug. I can just see it.<\/p>\n

\u201cwho the fuck are you?\u201d I demand, angry now that I think he\u2019s laughing at me, and I get to watch all the laughter leach out of his eyes as he barks a quick response:<\/p>\n

\u201cTone bitch! Tone!\u201d<\/p>\n

Ever the faulty judge of character I snap back waspishly \u201cfuck you!\u201d and turn to stomp off into the bathroom, thinking to myself, \u201cjust who the hell does he think he is?\u201d<\/p>\n

He crosses the room to me in one long stride and grips my arm, swinging me around to face him. \u201cWhat did I just tell you?\u201d he asks as his embrace full on encompasses me and for a moment I am afraid that my arm will snap.<\/p>\n

But once again, with the grand judge of character, \u201cfuck you\u201d I respond, and begin to push against his chest in an effort of get away from him.<\/p>\n

He chuckles again, but this time it scares me, it sounds dark, not mysterious but scary. He says almost to himself, \u201cthis is gonna be more fun than I thought\u201d as he winds his hand into my hair and pulls my head back, \u201cgo ahead and struggle Baby\u2026I like a good fight.\u201d<\/p>\n

My struggle to escape becomes earnest and the harder I try the tighter his grip gets in my hair till I\u2019m almost bent backwards at the waist, with him bent over me. I can feel my pulse in my temples and neck and I can feel him pressed against me from my thighs all the way to my breasts. I just know I\u2019m gonna hurt tomorrow except now I\u2019m afraid the hurt might not come from my daily hangover, nor from the long trip here , nor even from being bent too far back at the waist.<\/p>\n

Now I\u2019m afraid for that the hurt might just come from something else.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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