Leaving my husband Dalton wasn't even a hard thing for me to do once my mind was made up. I thought about everything that had happened as I blindly followed the highway, no idea at all of where I was going, where I would end up.
I did cry some, but that soon faded. All my hopes and dreams were shattered.
I had wanted to become a nurse, but after Dalton and I married, he wanted me to be a housewife. He told me no wife of his would need to work, he would provide. Then he went on to school, working towards becoming a Doctor while I dutifully took care of the house.
We had only been married for a year or so when he started wanting me to look more "sexy" as he put it. I didn't really understand that but it made him happy so I dressed in ways to please him.
I must admit that it did get me a lot more attention, I liked that too since I never really ever got noticed before. At the same time I felt like it was something I shouldn't be doing, my life was confusing.
Then that night he and his friend Bill were there to work on that old truck. First Dalton and Bill had caught me in a completely sheer blouse, I had worn it to please Dalton not knowing Bill was there. Then Bill took a shower and sat on the couch after. Bill was just sitting there and slowly exposed himself to me as Dalton watched and grinned. He got a huge erection without even touching it, I should have just ran from the room but it was like I was frozen in place staring at it.
I thought that was the end of it, but next he wanted me to be sexy for his friends. I got a little mad and took it way over the top, finally I was all but naked in front of Dalton and his buddies. I was so blatant about it that I even removed my thong, I was down on my knees letting them look at my bare pussy. Everyone there that night saw everything I had, I was actually trying to piss Dalton off, but it didn't seem to work. At the same time it got me pretty hot, just the idea of all of them looking at me naked turned me on.
That same night Dalton sent Bill into my bedroom, he was actually going to let Bill fuck me! I just lay there in shock as Bill had his hands all over my nude body, but it became funny when he couldn't get his penis hard. I even reached down and felt it, picking it up and holding it with my hands as Bill slid his fingers in and out of me. It was bigger than Dalton's and it felt odd and soft, the big round head felt slippery. I realized later that he must have used the baby oil in the bathroom when he masturbated, all excited at my display earlier.
I was in shock at first as Bill's hands touched me, then I began to get excited at the idea. I hated myself for that, for losing control and not having the ability to just throw a fit and say no.
So I lied to Dalton about that, bragged it up, on and on about how "great" Bill had been. I was trying to make him angry, hurt him. I was successful, too. He acted different, then he rolled over and went to sleep, leaving my lying there with thoughts swirling through my head.
The next morning I cleaned out the joint savings account, $2700.00, packed my bags and left.
I was on my third tank of gas, daydreaming as I drove when the blare of a horn jerked me back awake. I swerved madly, barely missing an oncoming truck.
I knew I had to stop and rest, driving almost non-stop for over a thousand miles was too much. As soon as I saw a little wayside, I pulled down into it. It was deserted, so I climbed into the back and pulled a blanket over myself to sleep.
Waking up some time later to a pounding on the window, a dark shadow was standing there, it frightened me.
"Hey, lady, no sleeping here!" a male voice was shouting at me.
I rolled down the window slightly, looking over at what looked like a police car sitting there.
"I'm sorry, I was just tired." I was aware of his flashlight on me.
"Get out of the car, lady!" He demanded.
"Why? I can just leave."
"Get out of the car!" He became insistant, angry.
Terrified, I opened the door and got out. He shined the light up and down my body, then into my eyes.
"Carrying any drugs? Weapons?"
"No, of course not!" I protested.
"Where are you heading?"
I didn't have an answer.
"I...I don't know."
"I am going to have to search you, this is a restricted area, day use only."
"Been a lot of drug activity around here." He added. "Turn around, hands on the car!"
I hesitated, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the car. I felt his legs kick mine back until I was leaning, uncomfortable.
"I didn't do anything."
"Shut up, spread'em." He demanded.
He kicked my legs apart, then I felt his hands come up one leg, then the other. He reached under my skirt and felt around my panties, I felt his fingers drag up and over my pubic mound. I shivered at his touch, not in pleasure but in fear. His probing fingers found their way inside the elastic of the legs, then they were on me, in me. For the 2nd time in 3 days a strange man's hands violated me. I stood there and took the affront to my dignity, these was no one around to help.
Then those hands went to my breasts, he felt around my bra. He pulled my blouse loose at the waist, I started when his hands touched my bare skin. Both hands went up, then into the cups of my bra. He felt around the cups, letting his fingers brush back and forth against my nipples. Then he shoved the bra cups upwards roughly, and grasped both of my breasts, squeezing my nipples until they hurt. I just stood there and took it, it seemed like a long time.
"Ok." He stepped back.
"Can I go?"
"I have a good mind to run you in. Restricted area, worth a night in jail."
He shined the light up and down me again, I couldn't help it and started to cry.
"Oh, hell. Hit the road." He headed towards his car.
"By the way, nice tits!" he laughed, starting the car, leaving me standing there.
I got back in my car and left, shuddering at the experience. I drove very fast, checking my rear view mirror, expecting any moment to see him come up behind me.
I was half way through another full tank of gas when I felt the cloud of sleep hit me again. I saw a motel, and stopped. I could afford to spend a few of my precious dollars, I was exhausted.
Ringing the bell, a middle aged man came out, looked me up and down.
"Fifty bucks a night, in advance, no guests!" I paid him and got a key.
The room was tiny, just a bed and a little TV bolted to the wall in the corner, one chair and a table with a lamp, also bolted down. It would do. I stretched out on the bed, not bothering to undress, and slept the sleep of the dead.
Waking up hours later with the sun shining in the window, I heard some loud engine sounds and peeked out. There was four large men dressed in strange clothing on motorcycles. They looked scary so I stayed inside and waited until they left. Then I decided to bathe, but there was no shower or tub, just a tiny little stall with a toilet. I looked around the room, realizing just how shabby it was, but it seemed clean at least.
Walking over to the office, there was no one around. I called out, nothing, so I pushed the little side door open part way.
"Hello?"
The man was sitting in a chair, I could see part of a TV in the room. The screen seemed funny, it just sat there with nothing moving, it seemed to be just a picture of a bench and some stools, and a wall behind. He saw where I was looking, hit a button and turned it off. That seemed funny to me.
"Excuse me, is there a place to wash up?"
"Yea, honey, the showers are down on the end, last door." His eyes looked me up and down, made me nervous. I went back to my room, looked for some towels, there weren't any.
