I let out a huge sigh as I'm parked on the side of the road in this residential neighborhood. Could this day get any worse? Well, I'm sure it can, but it's plenty bad as it is.
My car died. Not sure why as it seemed fine but then just suddenly turned off while I was driving. It just turned off and came to a stop on the side of the road. And just because I'm a guy doesn't mean I know anything about cars. If I did, I would already be looking under the hood. But I know nothing. I'm a Data Scientist, not a mechanic.
I pick up my cell from the passenger's seat to see that it's still on the fritz. For the past hour it's been non-stop restarting. It turns on then shuts off only to restart. If it had a removable battery I would take it out and let it rest but it doesn't, so there's nothing I can do but let it run out of battery on it's own.
Of all days for my cell to go out. It just had to be when my car breaks down. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Walk the 17 miles back home?!
I look about at this neighborhood. If I knew anyone here I would just go to their house, but I don't. I came here to check out a house that I was interested in buying and it's not like I know anyone around here.
I consider going to one of the houses and asking if I could use a phone or get them to contact my insurance so they could send someone to haul my car. After all, I picked this neighborhood as a place to buy a house for a reason. It's a nice middle-class neighborhood with no crime that I was able to see online. That's why I was interested in buying a house here. I thought it would be a great place for a young professional like myself to settle in at. Thanks to my new job, I'll be able to afford a house. How many 22-year old's can say that?
I step out of the car and look at myself in the reflection. If I knew something like this was going to happen, I would have dressed differently. I don't look bad or anything as I'm wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, but I don't look too much like an adult. I take care of myself and go to the gym, but I have a very slender young build instead of anything muscular.
Taking a deep breath, I head to the house I stopped in front of. One house is as good as another here, so it doesn't really matter which one I go to. If someone was out mowing or watering plants I would ask them, but as no one is, this is the only thing I can do.
I walk up the sidewalk towards the front door. Whoever lives here takes care of the place as the grass is freshly cut, there's nice flowers and everything looks clean. Maybe this is fate's way of getting me to make a new friend here as I'm about to move her.
Smiling at this thought and being positive, I knock on the door. A moment later, I hear a guy's muffled talking, as if having a conversation while walking towards the door. Then the door opens.
"Hi. I'm sorry, but my car died, and if you can believe it, my cell died too. Is it....is it...is it..." I begin to say but my words trail off when I see the face of the guy that opened the door. I'm not sure why it took my brain so long to recall and remember who he was, but the minute I do, my brain screams for me to run.
"Oh my gosh, it's Little Dick!" The man exclaims, his face lighting up. Hearing the name that I was called back in high school makes dread and fear come over me, for standing in front of me was one of my biggest bullies ever.
His name is Thomas Thompson and I think every high school has someone like him. He played football, made C grades, yet was damn near worshipped by others because of his personality. And he and his friends made my life a living hell. I often remember the time he physically lifted me and hung me from my pants to a hook in the Janitor's closet. Or the time he shoved me in my own locker because he made a bet with someone that I wouldn't fit.
"Ahhh, did your car die? And your cheap ass phone break?" He taunts, wearing the same asshole smile he had back in high school. I want to tell him that I have the latest Iphone so it's not cheap and that I was able to double major in college while he couldn't even get in one...but I don't. I don't say anything but stand there, stunned by my bad luck.
I'm an adult and I know that, but standing in front of him makes me feel like I'm back in high school. The fear I felt when he and his friends would find me in the hall or at lunch to harass me. They knocked books out of my hands, tripped me, made fun of me loudly, and even once pulled down my shorts in gym class, which is where the name "little dick" came from. Not because my manhood is small, far from it, but when he pulled my shorts down, he yelled out 'what a little dick' to which everyone in the gym laughed, both guys and girls.
He's still bigger than me, only now he has a bit of a belly. Other than that, he looks exactly how he did in high school. He's even wearing the same sort of NFL shirt he always wore back then.
"Who is it?" I hear a female voice call from within the house. Hearing a woman's voice makes my fear and humiliation double. I don't know why, but that's how it always was in high school. Whenever a girl was hanging with him and he did something, it made the bullying so much more intense.
"It's a friend from high school sweetie. A big fucking nerd called Little Dick," he calls back to who I guess is his wife. When he says this, I expect the wife to yell at him for being an asshole or at least act like she thinks he's joking. But instead she just says, "Oh! Ok."
"Well, come on, get your nerdy butt in here," Thomas says but the way he says it, he's not asking but telling. It scares the holy hell out of me.
"N-N-Nah, I'll-I'll g-g-g-go next-" I start to stammer out in fear. To this Thomas's smile fades into a more serious expression. An almost upset expression.
"I said get. In. Here. Now," he says slowly and menacing. I know I am an adult and that he can't make me do anything I don't want to anymore, but at the moment I feel like my teenage self. The low confidence bullied little teen that I once was instead of the successful, well-liked adult I am now. And because of this, I lower my head and walk inside.
The front door is connected to a hallway, and that hallway looks like from a horror movie. So I step past the front door and into that hallway. I then watch Thomas shut the door, blocking my way to freedom.
Thomas turns to face me and his smile has returned. He brings one of his arms around me in something of a one arm hug. Now he pulls me against him as he walks, clearly trying to crush me in this embrace. I allow him to move me down the hallway as he leads me deeper into his house.
"Oh, I've missed you," Thomas tells me and the weird thing is that I can tell he's being honest. I have a feeling he misses being the big fish in the small pond of high school.
We walk into the living room and I'm actually surprised at how nice and clean it is. I sort of imagined his place being dirty, messy and smelly, but it's not. It's even nicely decorated. There's a couple of couches, a large TV, a coffee table, a few shelves and a fireplace. You can tell that everything isn't high-end, but that doesn't really matter. Anything can be made to look good.
"Babe, this Little Dick," Thomas says while making me face the right side of the room, which leads to an open area that serves as the dining room and the kitchen next to it. And from the kitchen a woman steps out.
My face flushes horribly when I see her. Her face isn't the prettiest, but she is in no way ugly but her body...goodness. Her body is so damn hot. Insanely hot. And her breasts are huge. I bet anything that's the reason why he went after her. Those huge boobs. Not to mention she has an incredible ass.
She comes out and looks at Thomas for a spilt second and then looks at me. Humiliated, I look away as I know I should tell Thomas to go to hell. To punch him in his face and say 'that's not my name.' To do something, anything.
"Oh, really?" She then says and smiles. That smile is the same as his. That smile lets me know that she was the bully of her school. I bet a cheerleader that made fun of all the nerdy girls. I remember a senior cheerleader at my school that would actually steal the panties of "nerdy" senior girls when they took a shower after gym. Then she would get someone to put them in the men's locker room.
"Yeah, watch this," Thomas tells her excitedly. He then lets go of me and takes a step away and in a fast movement he turns back to face me. To my horror he reaches down and grabs the bottom of my shorts and yanks. As my shorts have an elastic band, there's nothing to keep them up as he does this.
My gym shorts fall all the way to my ankles, leaving me in my boxers. All of a sudden I feel like I'm back in my last year in high school as I stand there with my underwear exposed. Except this time instead of whitey tighties, I have on boxers.
The woman laughs. When she does, Thomas laughs as well. She puts her hands to her face as if surprised by what she is seeing, but it's clear she loves this. Loves her bully of a husband. And this makes my face go as red as a tomato.
Red faced and humiliated I bend over to pick my shorts up. I'm not sure how to do this and still have dignity, but I can't just stand here with my underwear exposed. I can't be that pathetic.
"Did I say you could pull them up?" Thomas says in a stern voice. When he says this, I stop. From memory, I know if I don't do as he says, he'll slap the back of my head several times,
hard
. So, even more humiliated, I stand up straight as I feel like that wimp from high school leaving my shorts around my ankles.
When I do, something odd happens. Something really odd. I feel my manhood twitch. Twitches in the way it does when I start to get aroused. I clearly feel it as it starts to grow, but I don't understand why. It has to be some reaction to trauma or something as there's no reason I should be getting aroused.
