Jim did not say a word to me when I got home Sunday night and I felt my world was tearing apart. I slept restlessly that night and woke up several times to terrifying dreams that I could not remember. When daylight came I showered and dressed for work. I kissed the kids good bye and walked out the door. I didn’t know it at the time, but that would be the last time I saw them for a week.
My day at the library passed slowly as Monday’s often do. I was preparing to leave when Sam appeared at the door. My heart sank as she walked up to my desk with a grin on her face.
“You get off at three rights,” she asked.
“Yes, why,” I replied.
“Alright, I will be out in the parking lot. Debbie wanted me to pick you up,” she said ignoring my question.
“I have my car here,” I said. “I can drive myself home and I will stop over Debbie’s house after I get home.”
“We’re not going home,” she said and then turned to leave. “I am parked next to your car so I’ll see you outside.”
I looked around and I was grateful that no one had seen me talking to Sam. She had been dressed in a pair of men’s pleated slacks and a silk button down shirt and surely anyone who saw her would have thought she was a man. I certainly did not want to have to explain my conversation with her to any of my coworkers most of whom were terrible gossips.
Sam was waiting for me in a black Chevy Tahoe and she smiled and patted the seat as I climbed inside. Her hand reached across the car and softly caressed my left thigh as she slid my skirt up near my waist.
“Take your panties off and hand them to me,” she ordered.
“What? I don’t think so,” I said boldly.
She flexed her arms and I saw the muscles ripple. “Look bitch; take your fucking panties off now. Got it?”