THROUGH THE EYES OF LAURA
You know it takes a hell of a lot to make me angry. REALLY angry! You know the sort of anger that makes your blood boil. Like I say it hasn't occurred very often in my life, but there was one occasion when it most definitely did!
I came home from work one day, to hear my daughter, Hanna, sobbing her heart out. It was that loud, that I could hear her despite the fact that the door to her bedroom was closed. Something, or someone had clearly really hurt her! And whilst yes, this was precisely what would lead to that aforementioned real anger, at first the emotion that took hold of me was concern, I needed to know what had happened that had caused Hanna such distress, and I needed to be with her to comfort and reassure her. So, I ran up those stairs as fast as I possibly could.
Now there were two ways, I figured in which Hanna could have been hurt. It could be physical; she could have been attacked or had some sort of accident. As I burst through her bedroom door, it took only a few seconds for me to establish that this was not the case, there was no blood at all, and she looked completely alright from the purely physical aspect.
Therefore, I concluded this must be emotional pain, whatever had caused this anguish had targeted her heart, not her body. I rushed to her, took her in my arms and cuddled her, as the sobs still came out of her heavily. It was clear she was far too upset to be able to speak immediately, so I just held her, letting her release her pain, sooner or later she'd calm down enough to enable her to let me know what, or who, had done this to her.
As I waited, I began to try to guess for myself, and as it turned out I got it completely right. She'd told me that she'd met some Guy a couple of weeks ago, having been attracted to him down the Railwayman's Arms, a large pub in town, very close to the Railway Station. It's where many of the town's youngsters are to be found, especially on Friday and Saturday nights, and has a reputation as a pulling venue. Well, he'd clearly pulled her!
Eventually Hanna's sobs began to subside, and become less in both frequency and intensity, enough to allow her to begin to speak. And yes, it had been this bastard who'd hurt her so much. He'd taken her out to an Indian meal. Then it had been back to his place, he had his own house, for sex. Which she had wanted this wasn't rape in any form, she really fancied him, and had made a real effort, dressing herself in some lovely lingerie. Problem was that she froze, sheer nerves preventing her from enjoying the night, she wanted him too much, and as often the case, tried too hard, with those nerves getting the better of her and stopping her from being able to be her, meaning, in his eyes I guess, that she failed to deliver!
So, he simply dumped her! Just like that! I suppose you could argue that he had shown enough decency to at least tell her to her face instead of just phoning, or even worse simply ignoring her, but no, that wasn't going to be factor as far as I was concerned. As Hanna began to compose herself, that initial emotion of concern within me also began to diminish, to be replaced by the aforementioned anger, now starting to build.
But what really pushed me over the edge was when Hanna told me that this bugger had made her pace up and down his bedroom, like a 'cat-walk,' just wearing her stockings and suspenders. HOW DARE HE!!!! Like I say, it takes a lot to make my blood boil, but hearing this did precisely that!
A couple of days later I was in town with Hanna, when she pointed him out to me. To give you an idea of what sort of person we're talking about here, he'd parked his car, an almost brand new B.M.W. Three Series, which didn't mean much to me as I know nothing about cars, but I understood from others meant he had money, on double yellow lines as he was taking some cash from one of those machines outside of a major bank. As if the rules of society didn't apply to the likes of him. As yes, he had that smug, conceited and arrogant look on his face, as if the whole world should be made to fit around him!
As you can imagine my anger again rose inside of me, but the sight of him also triggered another emotion, one I wasn't proud of, certainly at the time! For he was utterly gorgeous, extremely good looking, and I'm ashamed to say my heart actually fluttered! And then a plan began to form in my mind, one that would enable me to punish and humiliate him, while also allowing me to have a little, well overdue, bedroom fun for myself!
You see it had been a few years since my husband, Hanna's father, had passed away, and I'd not been to bed with another man since. We'd enjoyed a good and active sex life together, and just before he'd died, we'd begun to dabble in bondage. He'd tied me to our bed and then shagged me good and hard, with me totally unable to prevent him from doing just what he wanted to, which included dressing me in stockings and blindfolding me. And I'd loved every minute! I quite fancied reversing the positions, so he'd be in my hands, and he'd agreed, but his fateful heart attack had put a stop to that!