*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Explanation of: symbols When you see ">>>>" this signifies going back in time. When you see "<<<<" this signifies a return to present time. When "----" is seen, this signifies we're still in the same time line, just a different location or character is occupying the time line.
I put this explanation in because I am just so damned tired of readers complaining 'your stories jump around too much...' 'It's hard to read...' Lives are not stagnant; nor should a written representation of it be stagnant.
Chapter 1
She wiped down the counter while there were no customers in the shop. That was why Sandra paid her fifteen cents more an hour than the other two girls; when there was nothing to do, she found something to do.
The only negative thing that Sandra could ever find to say about Kaylee Richards was that she never smiled. She was polite and patient with the customers that came into the sandwich shop, not an easy thing sometimes, but she never smiled.
The door chimes rang out and Kaylee turned around to see who had entered the shop. Her pasty white skin went even more pale and her green eyes opened wide in horror.
She had seen that handsome face, seen those beautiful hazel eyes a million times, always in her nightmares.
"Hello, Kaylee," Grant Johnson said quietly.
"No!" Kaylee screamed out loud and ran to the rear of the sandwich shop.
She fumbled with the knob of the 'Employees Only' door and flung it open, and then scrambled through and slammed it shut behind her.
"Um, Hi, um, help you?" " Sandra asked the tall, handsome young man.
"No, no ma'am, I wanted to talk with Kaylee," he said and turned to leave. "Please let her know I'll be back tomorrow."
Amidst her babbling and sobbing, Kaylee begged Sandra to take her home and when Sandra told her that the tall, good-looking man said he'd be back tomorrow, Kaylee started screaming hysterically.
>>>>>
Kaylee Richards looked up from the romance novel she was reading and froze. The guy that had just walked into the senior homeroom of St. Thomas Aquinas had to be the most handsome young man she'd ever seen. He looked like he could have been on the cover of the cheap paperback she was reading. Curly brown hair, hazel eyes and a dimpled smile. The khaki uniform did little to conceal his muscular frame.
His eyes stopped for a brief millisecond on her, then slid right past her and stopped on Peggy Campion.
"Of course," Kaylee grumbled and tried to resume reading her novel, but it was pointless. Romance was dead, non-existent in Kaylee's world.
She was bone-thin, five feet, three inches, and weighed ninety-one pounds. Her bright carrot orange hair hung limply down to the back of her thighs; its limpness seeming to emphasize her too large ears, sharp nose, and over abundance of freckles. She was absolutely flat chested and had little more than bumps for buttocks.
How could she ever hope to compete with Peggy Campion? Peggy had thirty-eight D breasts, a twenty-nine inch waist, and thirty-four inch hips. She had a pretty face, blonde hair, and a boisterous, out-going personality.
"Hey, I'm taking you to the movies this Friday night," Grant smiled as he walked down the aisle.
"The fuck you are," Steve Hebert, Peggy's boyfriend said.
"Wasn't talking to you, homo," Grant said and sat down at the rear of the classroom.
Steve glared at the newcomer; he and Peggy had been dating for two years and no new guy was going to just come in and steal Peggy away from him.
Grant ignored Steve; the looks that Peggy was sneaking his way told him he was going to take Peggy to the movies on Friday night, whether Steve liked it or not.
----
Peggy moaned, half in excitement and half in frustration. Grant's kisses were feather light, teasing. His fingers were feather light and dancing on her flesh. It was so different from Steve's clumsy grabs and gropes.
He opened his mouth and she opened hers for his tongue. He sucked onto her tongue and drew it into his mouth, rather than shoving his tongue into her mouth. Again, he was so different from Steve's clumsy attempts at kissing.
"Next time," he whispered into her ear. "Next time, I'm going to eat you."
"Says who?" she giggled coyly.
"You do," he said and cupped her pussy through her tight jeans and rubbed the heel of his hand against it for a moment, then walked away, leaving her breathless.
Finally, she regained her senses and let herself into her house.
<<<<
"Aw, fuck you, you bald-headed bastard," Grant said into the cell phone. "I tried; she ran screaming and locked herself in the back room."
"Shit, I don't blame her," Adonis joked. "Lord knows I want to run when I see your ugly ass coming my way."
"Wow, Adonis, anyone tell you you one funny mother fucker?" Grant said bitterly. "Anyway, I told this woman that works there that I'd be back tomorrow; I'll try again."
"Take God with you," Adonis said.
"I do, I do," Grant agreed and flipped his cell phone closed.
He checked the flow of traffic, and then pulled his car back onto Highway 19.
He drove to the next stop on his list, grabbed his briefcase and put his best salesman's smile on his face, although he did not feel like smiling.
----
Kaylee let herself into the small apartment and fixed dinner. A chilling thought came to her mind; if he knew where she worked, he might even know where she lived. Every little noise had her jumping, nearly screaming.
After dinner, she knelt by the couch and said her prayers. She begged God to help her, to protect her.
Finally, she took not one, but two sleeping pills and chased it down with a large glass of wine. Since she really wasn't a drinker, the wine had soured, but the pills and the alcohol did the trick, and she was able to sleep.
Chapter 2
Grant sighed in frustration; the older woman told him that it was Kaylee's day off. She was stone faced when Grant asked if she knew how to get in touch with Kaylee.
Finally, he went to the last stop on his list in that small town and was able to sell the florist shop owner the insurance package.
"And can I order some flowers, have them delivered tomorrow?" Grant asked.
"Honey, you can do whatever you want," the young man said and smiled seductively at Grant.
"Just flowers," Grant smiled.
He was used to this kind of attention. The difference was that today, he knew how to fend off the unwanted advances. He knew that violence was unnecessary.
----
Kaylee felt guilty for taking a day off of work, even though Sandra had told her that she had nearly two months of vacation time coming to her. She also felt trapped in the small apartment. There was no television; she couldn't afford to get the old one fixed, and she'd read every book in the apartment hundreds of times.
But she couldn't leave; suppose he was out there, just waiting to grab her?
>>>>
Kaylee heard the news; Peggy couldn't keep her mouth shut. She and Grant had gone all the way.
Kaylee felt like crying as she listened to Peggy go on and on about the intimate moment and about the sexual thrill she'd felt as Grant eased his large manhood into her.
"If he asked me, I'd do it," Kaylee confided to Gretchen Schenker, her best friend, her only friend.
"Well, duh," Gretchen said. "Like everyone else would too."
Kaylee bit into the peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich and looked up. To say something to Gretchen. Her eyes locked on Grant's hazel eyes and she froze.
"Oh my fucking God!" Gretchen squealed under her breath as Grant let a small smile cross his lips. "Did you see that?"
"See what?" Kaylee asked, trying to act nonchalant.
"Grant 'I am a fucking god' Johnson just smiled at you!" Gretchen said, piggish eyes wide with excitement.
"Oh, really?" Kaylee asked, feigning boredom. "No, hadn't noticed."
----
"Dude, you got to try this shit," Kevin O'Brien whispered hoarsely as he produced the bag of crystal meth.
Grant watched as Kevin snorted a small amount, shuddered slightly, then smiled happily. He mimicked Kevin's actions and felt the immediate rush.
Years of frustration and isolation seemed to melt away. Years of living under the shadow of being Jesse Johnson's son, or of being Parker Johnson's baby brother vanished. He was his own man, standing in the light of his own star.
Jesse Johnson was a powerful attorney, a real mover and shaker in the Oil City courts. When Grant said the name 'Johnson,' people immediately asked if he was Jesse's boy.
Or, they asked if he was Parker Johnson's brother. Parker Johnson, fated to be the star quarterback of the University of Louisiana at Lafayette in 1994, just as he had been the star quarterback at North side High School in DeGarde. The season opener against Rice University ended that phase in Parker's life.
A Cornerback drove Parker to the turf, snapping both of Parker's legs. So Parker followed in Daddy's footsteps, becoming a fierce some attorney. But people still talked about 'what could have been...
Kevin had recognized the hunger in Grant and smiled; he had a customer for life now.
----
Kaylee pulled on the tee shirt and baggy shorts (with her thin legs, ANY shorts were baggy on her) and eavesdropped as Peggy prattled on and on. It wasn't hard to eavesdrop on Peggy Campion; she did not seem to realize what should be shared and what should be private. Nor did Peggy have any other volume but loud and brash.
"So, he's wanting to stick it up my ass, can you believe?" Peggy screeched, eliciting squeals of disgust or squeals of laughter.
Kaylee gasped; that sounded so vulgar, so vile. If he really did want to do something that disgusting and dirty, Grant Johnson just dropped a couple of points in her eyes.
<<<<
She walked the half-mile to work and cursed herself for not calling Sandra and asking for a ride to work. She also cursed her father for not teaching her to drive.
"Not that it would matter," she said bitterly. "No money for a car anyway."
Every noise made her turn; every car was regarded with suspicion. Passing in front of the pawnshop, she wondered how much a gun would cost. That thought was quickly pushed away; she was terrified of guns.
----
His sales manager was thrilled; none of the other salespeople on his staff ever wanted to go to the one-horse towns, preferring to stick to the big cities.
Grant smiled as he laid the paperwork on Benny's desk; it had been a successful trip to Baylor Lake.
Except for Kaylee Richards. The mere thought of her wiped the smile from Grant's face.
If Benny noticed the smile fading in his star performer's eyes, he didn't say anything; just jeered at the three other salespeople in the office at that time.
"'Oh, I can't go there! There's no sales there!'" Benny sneered. "Well, guess what? Fifteen! He made fifteen new contracts; so don't tell me there are no sales there.
Chapter 3
"Flowers for Kaylee," Bobby sang out as he entered the sandwich shop.
"Wait, what?" Kaylee asked, shocked.
She'd never received flowers before in her life.
