Chapter 1.0 - You call this abuse?
Note: All participants in this story are over the age of 18.
All good things come to an end, eventually. In the case of young adults, house mates come and go.
Ann and Dave had lived together for two years, first as friends in different bedrooms, then as frequent sex partners. Then, not so frequent.
Finally, Ann moved in with Kendra, her bi-sex focus on bed partners had made a tectonic shift toward females.
It could have been tough on their sex life, but that didn't have to stop. Friends with benefits just got new venues. In fact, they still got together for an occasional friendly encounter, but knew their future wasn't together. Fortunately, neither of them had to go without sex. Ann had Kendra and a slew of females eager to explore. Dave spent most of his time with two women friends who lived together. Their affairs began as revenge fucks against another housemate, and then sweetened to just plain pleasure romps. But that's another story.
Now, Dave's housing complications were economic, not romantic. Rather than handle the full rent on his own, Dave invited a fellow engineering classmate to share the townhouse. His thought was a guy would be simpler, no romantic complications. Steve was easy going. They don't even cross paths very often, as they both spend so much time in school and with girlfriends. They would be phantom housemates, a simple and straightforward housing arrangement.
Yes, but... Softhearted Steve got caught in a clever ask. His girlfriend, Bonnie, has a cousin named, Molly. Molly finally got fed up with her no account boyfriend and mouthed off. He beat her up and kicked her out of his apartment. Not the worst thing that ever happened to her, but it could be for Steve's sex life. Now Molly was camping on her Cousin Bonnie's couch.
Not only did Molly's presence on the couch crowd Steve's love life, she is a general downer. Worse, Steve can't get away. Bonnie never liked to stay at Steve's new hill-billy slum townhouse. Bonnie thought it was too slummy. The neighborhood was a slum, but inside was a good, clean, cheap place to live. It was perfect for an engineering student. Anyway, that argument was not winnable, so Steve quit trying.
Bonnie hatched a plot to get Molly gone from her couch. She didn't want to go to Steve's place but it was perfectly fine for Molly. She figured with a phantom housemate like Dave and an empty third bedroom Molly could move into Steve's place. It would get her apartment back. She could get her toes curled regular without an audience. After all she argued, Dave is hardly ever there, the third guest bedroom is open, it has a mattress... the push was on. Steve caved. After all, Steve is mostly at his girl friends apartment too.
Molly was moving.
Suddenly, one day, Dave came home and was surprised to find a strange woman in his living room. "What the fuck? Who are you? How did you get in here?" he asked.
"Steve let me in; I'm Molly, Bonnie's cousin. He said it would be alright." Molly has landed, fait accompli.
Dave looked around, got more pissed and took the phone into his room. Behind the closed door he made a call to Steve at Bonnie's place.
Barely able to control his voice he started as a whisper but wound up shouting into the phone. "Steve, what the fuck? There's some strange woman moved into the back bedroom. She says you gave her a key!" he yelled.
Steve calmly explained, "Molly is Bonnie's cousin. She lost her apartment and needs a place to stay," His Zen calm was the direct result of a thoroughly satisfying fuck, the first such in weeks. Bonnie had only needed some privacy. Molly was never coming back to her couch.
"Man you should have asked me," he calmly said.
"Ah, give her a break. She has no job, no money, no place to stay, just a few worn clothes and a worn out car that hardly runs. She has been begging places to stay and has worn out her welcome with all of her friends and her cousin. She doesn't eat anything or seem to be getting her act together. I think she is depressed." Steve said.
"Well, that's enough to get you down, but why make her my problem? She's in my place and I don't want her here. Man, she's going to be a real downer on my sex life. What if I want to bring someone here to fuck? I can't be bringing in strange with her around," he said.
"Come on man, you're never there. You are always with Laura. It's not going to be a problem. After all, she will only be around a little while, until she gets back on her feet," Steve said.
"Why doesn't she stay with Bonnie?" he asked.
"She did for a while, sleeping on the couch. I got to admit it was cramping my sex life with her there. Bonnie wanted her gone. If I didn't get her out I was going to have a bad case of lackanookie," Steve joked.
"She stinks! I mean she smells. Her hygiene isn't good, her hair's greasy and nasty with split ends. She must not be bathing. It's rank. The eating thing explains her clothes. She's all funky and the stuff droops on her bad. She's really fucked up, like MAJOR DEPRESSED!" he said.
"A while back she was zaftig, but she quit eating," Steve replied.
"Stopped eating? Shit man, she ate everything in the pantry. All the food is gone, mine yours, everything. She even ate all the brown rice, which was a 10 pound bag! You owe me a grocery run," he said.
"OK. I'll do it. You know what it is. Man, that Lysistrata thing is awful," Steve said.
"Fuck. Dammit, I guess I can't just throw her out. I guess she can stay for a few days, but you got to get Bonnie to clean her up. And make a grocery run, today. You owe me man," he said.
"Alright, alright, I'll get Bonnie and we'll make a grocery run."
"OK, but make sure Bonnie gets her to clean up. She stinks."
"See ya later. I've got to study," Yeah, study Bonnie's cooter, you fuck.
With that Dave hangs up and goes down to find Molly in the same spot. "I guess you can stay for a little while, but you have got to keep the place and you're self clean. You need a bath bad. Those clothes are really funky too," he said.
"Another thing; you can't just eat all my food. You need to make a grocery run and buy your own food. I'm not running a charity here," he said.
Molly didn't say a thing while he talked to her. Later that day, Bonnie got her cleaned up and did laundry. A small step forward.
Then three steps back. The few days turned to weeks, Molly is still around. When she eats, she eats the food Steve and Bonnie bought once again, cleaning out the pantry. She helps herself to the place while the guys aren't around. Out of money, Molly doesn't do any shopping so the cupboard gets pretty bare. At least she keeps the dishes washed though her hygiene is not any better. There are no signs that she is looking for a job or another place to stay.
Spring break comes; Susan and Laura are off to Florida, without Dave. Having to work, Dave is heading back to the townhouse for almost two weeks.
After spending the night having good bye sex with Laura and Susan, he helped load their stuff into the car. He sees them and the carload of girlfriends off on their spring adventure. Now alone, he makes off to his house around 10:00 am. Thinking to himself, a week without Laura or Susan, is going to be no fun. He mentally examines a list of his female friends thinking about a spring break sex hookup.
Then there is Molly, sitting Indian style on the couch, watching Steve's crappy TV. Molly is once again stinky, her dirty clothes and hair gross Dave out. Dave wonders, have you no pride? You eat our food. Go ahead and use our soap.
He makes a cup of coffee and settles into his favorite chair. After turning the TV down he starts to read a book and easily ignore the TV. Finally he can't stand her unappealing aroma any longer and blurts.
"Hey, Molly, you stink. Go. Get cleaned up!" Dave does think there just might be a Cinderella hiding in the dirt. Even if she isn't, she would smell better.
An hour later, Molly has made no progress to cleanliness. She is lonely. Dave is her target as she starts to talk, interrupting Dave's concentration. He's curled up in his recliner trying to read. Molly works to get his attention with comments on the TV show. His short distracted responses only encourage the lonely girl to talk more.
More and more she talks faster and faster. Now, non-stop, she manically talks random shit.
Then finally, she tells him her story. "I got dumped by my boyfriend, if you can call a rat fuck'n abuser any kind of friend. He started out as a sexy bad boy. But he was a loser dropout. He told me I was fat and punched me. I lost weight so he punched me. He told me I'm ugly and punched me. I gave him blow jobs and fucked him but it was never good enough, so he'd punch me. I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed at him when he beat me. He burned my clothes and threw me out. They called me for work at his number. He told them I'd left. I lost my job. I have no clothes, no money. My car won't run. I have no home. This is so fucked up," Molly is in tears. Real or acting it doesn't matter. She is too unappealing to comfort.
He was careful to express no interest. Jesus why did you take it so long? Why didn't you leave him when he hit you the first time? Sad. No self-confidence, he thought to himself.
Undaunted, she continues to pepper him with questions. He gives her short answers. The girl is persistent. Dave has to admit, she sounds intelligent, but maybe just a little flaky.
Molly tries a new tactic to get attention; she crosses the room to climb into Dave's lap. The girl is stinky. Dave closes his book and tells her "Jeeze Louise, You need a bath. This would be more pleasant if you clean up and wash your hair."
Now silent there is no more chatter from Molly and no action, just a lap full of gamy smelly girl.
"Why don't you take a bath?"
No answer.
"Are these your only clothes?"
No answer.
Sternly, he looks at her.
Molly starts to chatter on about cartoons on TV, saying everything except answers to his questions. Moreover, there is no motion toward the bathroom to clean up. It pisses Dave off. She remains perched in his lap straddling his knees. He can see up the loose legs of her short shorts to her hairy groin. Her posture is terrible as she sits crouched over Her tits are hidden under a huge nasty inside out black t-shirt and the way she holds her arms across her body.
Dave thinks, enough already, I know how to fix this. It's time for action.
"One last time, Get in the tub or I'll scrub you myself." He says.
Big. Tactical. Error.
Now, Molly doesn't move or speak at all. Her jaw is set, mouth pursed in a thin line. Her head is down, face shrouded in her dirty hair, chin almost to her chest.
One last try, he gently lifts her chin with one hand to look at her face. Her eyes are closed and mouth set tight. Hiding like an ostrich.
