Dave had a tough up-brining. He had lost both parents at a young age, and was raised by his legal guardian, Karen. Karen was a track coach at the local high school. Karen is all Dave ever had or knew, and he would always do anything for her.
Dave was a good looking guy; tall, brown hair, brown eyes, and a strong build. However, because he went to a small private school over an hour away, he didn't have any friends, nor did he have very good social skills. Dave was a nice guy too, and Karen always felt a little sorry for him that he never had any sort of real social life. She also grew continually concerned that he wouldn't fit in at college in the fall.
One humid day in early July, both Dave and Karen were at the house. Dave was in the Kitchen finishing a late lunch. Karen sat on her black leather couch watching television when she heard a knock at the front door.
Slowly getting up to answer it, she turned the knob and pulled it open. Standing there was a girl...a familiar looking girl.
"Hi, would you like to buy a raffle ticket?" the girl asked cheerfully with a big smile, "I'm selling them to raise money for my school." Karen did not smile back. It only took her a second to figure out who this girl was. It was Kera Santos from Central High School. She was their track star who had just graduated a few months earlier. Kera had won every event she ran against Karen's team, costing Karen's squad the state title and nearly her job.
The wheels in Karen's head began to turn as she mustered up a fake smile and said "please come in, let me get my pocketbook." Karen closed the door behind her as they both walked into the living room.
Kera only stood at about 5'3, but as a runner, was in top shape. She had curly brown hair, blue eyes, and olive skin. Karen looked her over for a brief moment. She had on white flip flops, capris pants that hugged tight against her firm, round buttocks, and a skimpy pink top that showed of her taught, tan mid-drift.
"Have a seat on the couch, I'm just going to run into the kitchen to see what kind of money I have, I'll be back in a minute" Karen said.
Dave was just getting up from his lunch as Karen walked in. "Who was at the door?" he asked. Without answering, she looked at him and asked, "Do you love me?"
"Of course I do, why?" he replied.
"We'd do anything for each other, wouldn't we?" she continued.
"Yes, of course" Dave responded, a bit confused.
"Good, come with me into the living room and do exactly as I say. I need you to trust me," She said.
The two of them entered back into the living room where Kera sat, looking up at them. Dave stood there in his jeans and white tee shirt, looking down in curiosity at this new girl.
"Dave, this is Kera, she's here selling raffle tickets for her school," Karen commented.
"How do you know my name?" Kera asked.
Without acknowledging the question, Karen continued in a patronizing tone, "but I don't have any money for her..."
"Excuse me, how do you know who I am?" Kera asked again.
Karen walked right up to her this time, extending her index finger towards Kera's face.
"Listen you little bitch," she said in a stern voice, "I know who you are because you almost cost me my job and my reputation." She paused to take a deep breath, and then went on, "You're a rich little girl from Central High who always got whatever she wanted and never had a single thing to worry about."
"Dave, come over here and feel these arms," Karen said.
He didn't question her, walked over, and rubbed her arms and shoulders. Fear began to cross over her face. Dave was nervous, he didn't know what was going on.
"Little miss track star has a nice, conditioned body, doesn't she?" Karen whispered to herself. Dave's hands were still rubbing her arms, but the nervousness was being taken over by curiosity. He had never even kissed a girl, let alone touched one like this.
"Please, you don't have to buy a ticket, but I have to go now," said Kera.
Karen looked her in the eyes as she pulled a steak knife from her pocket that she grabbed while in the kitchen, and responded, "You're not going anywhere. No Screaming, no yelling, in fact...no talking at all. Do you understand?"
Kera looked up. Terrified, she simply nodded.
Dave was still confused, but with his hands still on Kera's shoulders, refused to question his life-long guardian.