~Feline~
It's been another 2 weeks since Shawn, Pat and his friends wrecked Steinberg and his group of sick predators. It's the 24th of July now. My boyfriend is healing really well. His ribs were only bruised, thank God. Nothing broken. Just that slash he needed 47 stitches for along his left forearm and his left eyebrow will forever have a scar going through and along the top of it. But I just think it makes him look even sexier! He got those injuries for me, after all! I would take it all back if I could!
I hate how bad Shawn got hurt. But I'll bet Steinberg is going to eat through a straw for a year. His right hand/forearm might not ever be the same. He may never be able to hold a pen in that hand again. I'm not sure if he'll ever be able to use his dick again, either. Or if the law will finally catch up with him? Who knows. All I know is, I have the bravest strongest man and likewise for Pat, Jon, Chad, Benny and Chris. All of which were still sporting the remnants of bruised jaws, a fading black eye here, a healing cut lip there, but none worse for wear. The girls perched on all their laps didn't seem to mind.
This afternoon, Shawn picked me up from my third therapy session Mom and Dad had arranged to help me deal with what Ted Steinberg did to me. I've been seeing this really wonderful lady named Dr. Judy Etelan. She's helped so much. The combination of my loving family, boyfriend, and excellent therapy has helped me come to terms with what happened. I'm dealing with it. I just feel so fortunate that Ted never fully succeeded in his endeavors.
After only experiencing the way my father is with my mom and the most loving intimacy from Shawn, the gravity of what kind of men are out in the world scares me. I try not to give that night with Steinberg and his creeper crew much thought. I allow my thoughts to manifest, and then I move my mindset to something better. The coping techniques my therapist has given me really do help.
"Don't suppress the memories, Feline. That's only going to make your life more difficult. Instead, allow your mind to go past the moment. Don't concentrate on the memories. Move through them, taking as much time as you need. You've got some wonderful hobbies. Your car is a great coping tool. As is your computer interests. Be with friends and family. Try not to be alone too much." Dr. Judy explains in a soft demeanor.
Mom, Dad, Pat, Shawn and I spend every evening together the last 2 weeks. Board games, lawn darts, ocean swimming, or in our pool. Lots of movies and popcorn. I haven't spent one night alone. I always have Shawn and my family.
All my bruising and injuries healed up without a mark. I was the lucky one.
I look to Shawn and tighten my arm around him and kiss his cheek.
His smile over Chris' ridiculous joke turns to me, eyes shining. A breeze picks up off the ocean and lifts Shawn's blonde waves, blowing them gently in the salty sea air like a goddamn hair commercial.
He squeezes my ass. He's gotten a little more bold around Pat. Not by a lot. But, he's started to be more free with how he touches me in front of him.
"You good?" he asks me, genuinely wanting to know.
I nod, vigorously, and kiss his cheek again.
I look over at Jess and Chad. Jess is crazy into him. If I were to guess, Chad is feeling pretty close to the same way. Something about the way he holds her hip, kisses her shoulder as she laughs at the joke Chris just told. I recognize those touches.
It's Tuesday, and the guys organized another bonfire, this time at Mouse Rock. The sun is beautifully brutal as it begins its final descent over the oceans' horizon. Everyone's boards are sticking out of the sand like big tombstones. No one is wearing a shirt. Even all the girls only have little bikinis on, including myself. Except I'm wearing a semi transparent cover up over mine.
It's a simple bikini. Black. The top is tied around the neck and back, slippery swimsuit material covering my small breasts. The bottoms are low bikini style cutting right across my lower tummy below my belly button and also tied on both sides. Most of my butt is covered. A fairly common style, but it made my hips look "bangin'" and my waist look "microscopic" according to Shawn. I definitely felt cute. My cover-up is simple, black and sheer, but not too sheer as to provide some sun protection and to preserve my modesty. Shawn's the only one I feel comfortable enough to be mostly naked around.
I'm wearing a wide brim straw hat I actually managed to find in a black colour! And another pair, one of many, aviator sunglasses. These are tinted dark blue.
I had on a pair of black thong sandals, but they're somewhere on the beach with a bunch of the guys'. I dangle my legs along Shawn's calve. My toes just barely touching the sand if I point them as I sit on his thigh, and we share some margarita Jess made and brought up here for everyone. There's not much left in the two repurposed ice cream buckets on the picnic table behind us. The slush was melting fast!
I worked all through last week, so I didn't have to work this one. Paul was cool with me taking 7 days off. He hired a part-time worker recently, and he's been a great help when I had to take time off after the incident two weeks ago.
I didn't have to go back to work til Tuesday next! Which was great because the guys were now talking about this weekend and the get together they'd been planning, slowly, all of June and into July.
An overnight camping party. Maybe 2 nights. A place Ben knew. Apparently, "the bombs were incredible". No "choppy chunders". Easy to get to. Lots of places to pitch a tent. The girls would love it, Ben promised, because of how beautiful it was. And the guys would love it, because the place was "abundant in double ups that transition into the greenroom every time. Making for a macking kick outs!"
Shawn was now completely engaged with Ben's idea. Getting quite excited, especially after he turned to me, not saying a word, but I already knew what he wanted to ask. Someone brings this trip up once a day at my house, and by this point I already knew I was going.
"YES!" I agree, wholeheartedly. "We'll take Kylling. LET'S GO GET A TENT! A nice one!"
"Shit yea babe!" my lover hugs me tight.
And then Ben says he has another ulterior motive for wanting to go to this secluded spot where it was a guarantee no one else would be there. Everyone gets hush and pays attention to what Ben has to say.
"My older sister sent me some fungus." Benny smiles, glancing around the circle of his friends.
Several of us suck in our breath at once. Shawn tenses and doesn't relax.
Pat grins and smacks Ben's back.
"Fuck ya." Pat smiles and glances over at Shawn and me.
Jess laughs and says she can't wait. Chad's not set for any deployment for the near or far future. I can see him weighing the idea in his mind.
I glance over to my handsome boyfriend, and we lock eyes. Shawn is noticeably uncomfortable. Apprehensive. But I see a curiosity there.
