The First Nightmare
I was sitting in the restaurant with Oliver kissing him when he pushed the table out a bit and leaned me over it. The curtain that protects us from inquisitive eyes rippled as if someone just walked by but I just don't care, I'm with Oliver. He raised my skirt and pushed it over my back while slowly removing my panties. I trembled with anticipation as I could feel his fingers brushing against my thighs, my calves, then back up my legs. I heard the zip of his fly, the tear of the condom wrapper, then his hands on my hips and I felt him enter me, slow and gently. I gasped at the feeling of his penetration and grabbed the table for support as we started to make love. "Alexis," he whispered, "oh how I've missed you."
"Yes, Oliver," I replied breathlessly, "I've missed you too."
Suddenly, the red curtains were ripped back and standing over me was Agent Fleck with an evil smile on his face. "I knew you were lying to me Ms. Perry, and now you're going to pay."
He grabbed my arms and yanked me hard across the table. I felt Oliver's hands slide down my legs and I found myself hanging in the air helplessly. "Let me go!" I screamed.
I looked back and Agent Wyman was pointing what looked like a gun at Oliver's head and the table was now gone, as was the booth we were just sitting in. I looked back at Agent Fleck who smiled and said, "I didn't know you were such a whore. I wonder who else you'll spread your legs for. Let's find out!"
Suddenly, I'm thrown against a wall as he tries to kiss me. "GET OFF ME!" I screamed.
He slapped my face hard, and suddenly, something about him started to change. His face became distorted, his tongue seemed to be split like a snake's, and I realized his hands had never left my arms. Then his suit began to dissolve and he's standing before me naked, and green, with four arms and I saw something so horrid it was almost indescribable. I mean, I've seen my share of porn and I haven't been a virgin since college. I'd like to think I'm well aware of the male anatomy, but never in my life had I seen a man with two penises. I began to scream hysterically as the other two arms began tearing off my clothes. I tried to lock my ankles but the extra arms forced them apart. He leaned in closer so that he is pressing against my body, the appendages against my sex and my ass.
I continued to struggle when I hear him say, "I've wanted to do this to you since I saw you in that classroom. I warned you that you'd be sorry for lying to me."
I felt him entering me and the pain that ripped through my body was intense as he penetrated me. l screamed and screamed.
I woke up in my bed. I had been screaming in my sleep. I was soaked in sweat, my heart pounded in my chest, and my body shook as I sat straight up. The clock on my nightstand read 2:42. I reached over and touched my lamp twice so the gentle glow of the light filled my room. There I was, safe in my bedroom at home, alone. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I thought I was going to vomit, but the nausea soon passed and I decided to see if I could pee, which happily I could. I washed my hands and my face with cold water until my hands stopped shaking. Then after a quick check of my empty apartment, I wandered back to bed, and went back to sleep.
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The Attack
Thursday morning, I woke up to my alarm ringing at 5:30 a.m. and knew I had to get up. The memory of my nightmare was lingering but I chose not to dwell on it too much. I made coffee, then fixed myself breakfast and lunch, took a shower, dressed, and went to work. By the start of my first class, the nightmare had become a distant memory and my focus was on the kids who would be spending their time in my class to sign yearbooks, chat with their friends, and wait until the official end of the day. I had snacks for each class that I would pull out for the kids every period and played music from my iPod while I continued to work on entering the last of my final grades into my grade-book and finish the report cards.
Occasionally, a student would ask me to sign their yearbook or hand me a card. At the end of each class, a few would give me a hug or wish me a great summer, before they would leave my room and go skipping down the halls to their next class. These distractions were a welcome treat and before long, the final bell rang and cheers from my class and the entire school erupted. Of course, it didn't come without its share of tears from a few of my girls, but this was normal. Soon, I was alone in my room, eating my lunch, and finishing my report cards. I wanted this part done as quickly as possible so I could print my reports, finish packing, and get my vacation started.
Friday started normally, except for a similar nightmare that interrupted my sleep again. The only difference was instead of Fleck picking up by my arms, like before, he grabbed me by my throat before he tried to rape me. I had a quick cup of coffee, dressed in jeans and a school t-shirt and headed off to work. There was a mandatory staff meeting at 8:00 a.m. Afterward, came the checkout visits and the principal's one-on-one meeting. It usually consisted of him telling us what a great job we did and letting us know what we should teaching next year. Sometimes he can tell us what room we should get unless something changes at the last minute, which it rarely does.
My room was ready to shut down as I had finished the day before. All I needed to do was turn in my various reports, load my car with the last of my boxes, and turn in my room key. It was an hour before my appointment with the principal was scheduled, and my checkout was scheduled for shortly after so I decided to make my report run. I locked my classroom and proceeded to visit the necessary people to deliver my various reports. I felt like I was carrying a ream of paper with the printing of my grade-books, my attendance, and my final report cards. To me, it was crazy how much paper we had to go through at this time of the year, but at least I didn't have to file them, let alone store them.
I spent time visiting with everyone, talking about plans for the summer break and such so I could be in the area when my meeting would start with my principal. Mr. Almanzor, my principal, is a jovial Hispanic man with dark eyes, black hair and a mustache standing about 5'7", with a bit of a barrel chest, he always seems to be smiling, even when it seems things weren't going so well. He stepped out of his office and his face seemed to light up when he saw me talking to his secretary.
"Ms. Perry!" he exclaimed. "Always good to see you. Come on in."
I bid her a quick farewell as I entered his office. Our meeting went as knew it would, except that he told me I'd be teaching eighth grade English next year, and if there was enough of demand, he'd let me teach an advanced class, and a literature elective class. This was a dream come true for me, but I wasn't sure if enough kids wanted such classes. Yet, just getting the offer was wonderful news and I left his office feeling like my vacation was getting off to a wonderful start. I walked back to my room so I could finish my checkout, load my car, and go home. I unlocked the door, walked into my room and there, standing by my desk, was Agent Fleck and Agent Wyman.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.
"Ms. Perry," said Agent Fleck, "always a pleasure."
"How did you get in here? I know I locked the door."
"We have our ways, ma'am," said Agent Wyman.
"Well, I don't have time for you two and your questions. I'm in the final phases of checking out."
"Yes, we know," said Fleck.
Their knowing wasn't much of a surprise as much as it just annoyed the shit out of me. "What do you want now?"
"The same thing we wanted before, Ms. Perry, the truth," hissed Fleck.
"I already told you the truth the last time you two were here."
