CHAPTER 4 (part A)
Sarah sat and stared at the three, the two naked females hugging and cooing, Tim looking from one to the other. Tim then looked at Sarah, his eyes showing his true emotions, he looked at her like he did at the mall, wanton, desiring, and loving. His look made her feel like a woman once more, a wanted woman. A woman that has his gaze. She remembered back to being at the mall, the only time he ever turned his attention away from her was when the waitress came with their food and when she was checking on them. When she had gotten up to go use the restroom, she felt his eyes on her, looking over her shoulder as she turned the corner, she caught him staring at her. He did not try to hide his gaze. His watchful eyes made her feel desired, and extremely wet and turned on.
It had been a long time since she had felt like this. Most of the time guys only wanted to get into her pants or bank account. Tim had been sweet, and a gentleman from the start. His treatment was unknown to her and it had made her feel young and beautiful, desired and womanly.
Bob had always controlled everything that she did or where she went. From what she wore to how much she could spend on groceries. It was when he was gone that she wore her daisy duke shorts and halter tops. It wasn't until Tommy had gotten older and started to tell his dad about her that she had to stop.
Sarah hadn't told anyone about Tommy's 18th birthday. Bob had forced her to walk around all day in the nude. She was told as his birthday present, she was to allow him to touch and feel her. Tommy tried once to have sex with her until Bob yanked him off her, yelling and screaming at him calling him a sick little fuck.
That night still haunts her, her whole body was sore from all the ruff pinching, pulling, and slapping. The bath helped soothed her pain, but it was Bob outside the bathroom door pounding on it like a madman. When she had finally had enough, she yelled at him to leave her the fuck alone. She had made up her mind that night to divorce Bob and to make sure she would never have this happen again.
As she returned to the now, her logical mind was arguing with her lustful side and losing badly.
'What the fuck are you doing...you left a guy because he was mistreating and cheating on you for what...a harem?'
'Tim has never mistreated me, even when he was younger, he was always nice to me, and I know the women he has in his bed, I might even be able to play with them myself and him in the process.'
'What if he wants to add more women to his harem...are you going to be ok with that?'
'I have a say in who comes in, I would have a voice in my relationship for once, and I would NOT be pushed to one side.'
'He's 18 and you're 38, what's going to happen when you're 60, and WTF are you going to do if he wants kids??'
'If they grow up to be like their father, then I'll gladly give him children, and I see the look he gives his mother, it's the same way he looks at me and she is 2 yrs. older than I. So yes, I will.'
It was then that she had made her decision, she was his and she was proud of it. All that needed to be done, was to say the words, and show him and her sister's wives that she was in this for the rest of her life. Not to mention that she will have to tell her sister, a fight she wasn't ready to wage just yet.
Sarah watched as the three held out their arms to her, her flashback sent sheer terror through her. Standing up backing away from them.
Betty saw the fear in Sarah's eyes "Mom, I'll call you back we have a problem, bye"
and closed the call, Betty reached for Sarah and knew instantly it was the wrong thing to do as she pulled back frightened even more.
Sarah rushed to the front door and put her boots on, constantly repeating " I'm sorry, I have to go, I need time to think..." She put her coat on and opened the door as Tim went to stop her but he was too late as she hurried to her car, saying " I'm sorry baby...I need to think" as she got into her car, started it, then drove off.
Sarah's mind was racing back and forth as she drove, not knowing where or how fast she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away from the hands. It wasn't until she pulled into her driveway that she realized just where she was.
She stared at the large garage door, her anger building as her hands beat on the steering wheel, and her head slammed back against the headrest. After her fit, she rested her head in her hand that was now perched up by her elbow on the driver's door.
What in the hell are you doing, Sarah Jane? She thought, why did that have such a scary effect on her? Her therapist had warned her that there may be times when things may trigger her worst fears. She just didn't realize just how much and how terrifying it would be.
"SHIT!" she said under her breath. This fiasco is going to bring up a lot of questions, she thought; she sighed as she pushed the remote button to open the heavy garage door. The door slowly rose until she was able to pull safely into the garage, pressing the button again causing it to lower at the same slow rate. She shut the engine off and opened the car door, climbing out and closing it behind her as she went inside.
Sarah kicked off her boots and hung her coat up in the utility room, she then walked into the living room and pulled the grate back away from the fireplace, placing a few logs on the hot coals, then pumping the billows to get the glow of the coals red hot. The new logs started to catch fire and she closed the grate back against the walls of the fireplace keeping the sparks from popping into the room. When she was happy with the fire, she went into her bedroom and changed into her sleepwear. a just-above-the-knee thick nightgown and knee-high socks as she walked back into the kitchen, making herself a stiff drink, carrying a leather-bound book with a large "W" pressed into the cover.
