Gregory Mason - The helpless captive

She turned to hide her face, but Art caught her wrists.

"I don't know how to say this to you, how to explain. I feel I've been such an ass all my life, leaving you alone at night, not giving you a family, not making love to you when you needed me to."

"You mean you really think I'm still a desirable woman," Kathy sobbed.

"You sure are, Kathy. I've wanted to fuck you, Kathy, good and hard like the boys did to you, but somehow I guess I felt too old, over the hill, as they say," admitted Art.

Kathy's eyes opened wide again. Was this her Art, the man she'd married eight years ago? If it was, she had never known him to be so gentle. And now she realized she hadn't much liked the man she had known. She would get along beautifully with this Art.

"Kathy, I've been thinking about it," started Art, his finger tracing the stripes of the mattress. "You know, I'm getting tired of this hunt and chase kind of life we've been leading. You think I'm too old to start a family, Kathy."

She averted her eyes once more, staring at the wall. Her tears now were from happiness. "Oh Art, do you know how long I've been waiting to hear that?"

He grinned. "Oh, by the way just in case you're interested – they busted Chuck last night."

"Chuck?"

"Yeah, the guy who had bribed these kids into kidnapping you. He got stopped for drunken driving… simple as that. Bust is made. Another case settled."