George Perry - The willing wife

"All you have to do is cut through the woods to the road behind the station," Tom added. "And start walking east."

Jan was nervous now. She could see the station up the road and the reality of the situation hit her all at once.

"Put on the mask," Tom said, "and these gloves."

The car eased into the station and they pointed out where she was to hide. "The other road is just behind those trees," Pa was saying as she pulled on the mask. "If anything goes wrong, just stay away from that road and we'll know."

"Don't get nervous waiting," Tom said, helping her from the car. "It's going to take about a half-hour before he gets here. So stay hidden and be quiet."

Jan nodded and ran toward the spot where she was to hide. She heard the car drive off behind her and was suddenly filled with fear and loneliness. It was much darker than she ever imagined it would be and she wondered how she'd ever manage to find her way through the woods in total darkness. But her eyes gradually adjusted and she found she could see a little better as time passed. The dead silence slowly gave way to the sounds of life present even in the loneliest countryside. She heard a car and thought her heart would pound out of her chest. It seemed to take forever before she saw the headlights flickering on the trees and even longer until she actually saw the car on the road. But it drove by without stopping.

The sound of the second car coming from the opposite direction wasn't noticeable until it was almost there. She felt her skin crawl as it pulled into the station a few feet from where she was squatting in the bushes and she recognized it as her own. The sight of something familiar again, something that was hers, gave her a sense of relief. Then she saw Charles opening the doors of the car, and she wanted to rush out to let him in on the excitement and thrill she was experiencing. But she remained motionless, grinning from ear to ear as she watched him walk to the phone booth.

All the doors of the car were open now and she could see the suitcase on the back seat. The headlights were focused on Charles and the booth and she realized he couldn't see past the bright lights and wouldn't see her slipping out to get the money.

The sound of the phone suddenly shattered the silence. The moment Charles picked up the receiver Jan rushed to the car, opened the suitcase and dumped the money into the laundry bag. As she replaced the suitcase on the back seat again, she took a moment to enjoy the safe, familiar feeling and smell of her car. Then she slipped away and began her trip through the dark woods. Her ears were tuned to the sounds at the station, but nothing changed until she was out of hearing distance and she figured they were keeping Charles on the phone as long as possible.

A few minutes later she emerged from the woods onto the dirt road and found the old Chevy waiting there for her. She wondered how they got there so fast. She saw Tom behind the wheel but the old man wasn't in the car. She realized they hadn't told her the car would be waiting for her, just in case she got caught.

"Be quiet," Tom said as she got in. "Close the door as easy as possible." Then he drove slowly down the road without putting on the lights.

"When can I start breathing again?" Jan asked in a whisper, laughing with relief. "My heart feels like it's in my mouth."

"I know what you mean," he chuckled. "I'm holding mine until we pick up Pa and get out of the area."

The sky was beginning to get light, she noted. A new day was beginning in more than one way, she told herself with a sigh as Tom navigated the car over a maze of back roads without benefit of the lights. Then suddenly something flashed on the road ahead of them and he stopped for Pa to get into the car.

"How'd it go?" he asked, slipping in beside Jan.

"Just as planned," Jan answered. "There's the money," she added, pointing to the laundry bag on the floor.

"I told your husband we'd call him to tell him where to pick you up," the old man said as he examined a handful of bills from the bag. "At the last minute I figured we'd better wait until tonight to set you free. It'll give us a chance to settle our nerves a little… never been so scared in all my life."

"That makes two of us," Jan laughed. "And I'm exhausted anyway. Couldn't get to sleep last night, I was so excited."

They drove on in silence then, arriving back at the house as it started to get light. Jan saw the old woman waiting on the porch for them. Over a breakfast of oatmeal and coffee, they relived the details of their adventure, each telling of their own nerve-racking experiences. But Jan was the one with the star role and everyone listened when she spoke, giving her ego a tremendous lift. She finally asked to be excused so she could get some much-needed sleep. Once again the old couple surprised her with a rare display of emotion as they tried to express their gratitude.

The room was bright with sunlight when she awoke, and it added to her new feeling of contentment. She was wide awake, alert and anxious to do something physical now, to use up some of her rekindled energy. The thought crossed her mind that she'd like to go out and play football with the kids… in the nude… running and laughing… being tackled… and grabbed…

Then her eyes locked on the empty chair by the door and she remembered she had left Al's clothes there. She wondered when he had come for them and wished she had been awake to see if he had any lingering thoughts about joining her in bed. But the door moved slightly and she forgot about Al and wondered who was peeking in at her.

"Are you awake?" Tom whispered.

"Yes. Come in," she chirped happily, pulling the blanket up under her chin in an automatic reflex.

"I've been wanting to tell you something…" he whispered as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "It's about what happened in that field the other day… I didn't mean to do what I did…"

"You mean you didn't like it?" she teased.

"Oh no! I mean… yes. Yes! I liked it!" he stammered. "But I didn't want to rape you like that."

"That's a shame. I thought you wanted me so bad you just couldn't help yourself. Now I feel disappointed."

"I did… I couldn't help myself… but but… you're confusing me. I wanted to tell you I was sorry for raping you… but I wanted you…"

"Then why don't you come over here and tell me how much you wanted me and not how sorry you are for taking what you wanted?" she said softly.

Tom approached the bed and tried to figure out how he was going to manage this situation without her seeing the bulge in his pants. Then as he got to the side of the bed she reached out for him and the blanket slipped to her waist, revealing her tits to his popping eyes.

"I couldn't help myself!" he blurted out, and dropped on the bed to bury his head between her tits.

"That's what I wanted to hear," Jan purred, locking her arms around his head and clutching him to her chest. "And to prove it, I'm going to rape you now."

His handsome face lifted to look into hers with surprise. He didn't believe his ears, and now he didn't believe she was opening his pants. The shock left him speechless, helpless and motionless. It wasn't until he felt his erection escape from the cramped prison of his shorts that he gained his senses and feverishly tore off his clothes and climbed back in bed with her. Then she squirmed out from under him and he found himself being pushed over on his back.

"I said I was going to rape you," Jan said with a grin, lifting her leg over him and sitting on his stomach to hold him down. "You may be stronger than I am, but if you try to resist I'll… I'll… do something. So don't try to resist."

Grinning with delight, she rose to a kneeling position, holding his arms locked against his sides with her legs, and inched forward until she was positioned directly over his face. "Scared?" she teased.