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  She had been feeling like this for a couple of weeks. Nothing she did seem to alleviate the sickness, except lying on the cool tile floor of the bathroom so she didn’t have to go far to reach the toilet.

  It seemed to come and go throughout the day. She just wished it would go away. It had kept her from fucking Henry and Jackson. Being with them was the highlight of her day. She was so starved for tender, gentle, sweet touches. Jackson helped her with that. She was so hungry for a strong, disciplined, steady hand. Henry was that for her.

  She needed to make love to them both. As much as possible. To make up for a decade in hell. Thankfully they were willing and she ached for their touch, her heart pounding at just the thought of them.

  Teresa groaned quietly, as she sat on the bathroom floor. She didn’t hear the front door open.

  “I thought I heard you – What is wrong baby?” Jackson knelt down beside her on the floor, his face full of concern.

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  Teresa smiled wearily. Damn it, she thought. She had successfully hidden this from the boys for the last two weeks. She didn’t want them to leave her. The Admiral always said sickness was not very attractive on her. She knew the boys only tolerated her because of her fellatio skills. They said she was pretty, but she didn’t believe them. They were good men who had to justify their love for blowjobs somehow. They wanted to think that they were better than her johns. They were. Just not about … her. She had tried to keep them from getting dirty from her presence. Unfortunately she had failed to do so.

  “Just not feeling well.” she whispered. “It’s nothing. Maybe we can skip tonight. You don’t have to stay or anything.”

  “Of course I’ll stay.” Jackson interrupted her. “I’ll take care of you.”

  “Jackson I can’t take care of you tonight.” she said distressingly. “Please. Don’t make me …”

  He was carrying her to the bed. He laid her down and sat down next to her. He asked her if she needed anything. After she said no, he spoke.

  “Teresa I am going to take care of your tonight.” he started. He pushed a lock of her hair around her ear. “I don’t expect you to have to ‘take care’ of me tonight. Or any other night for that matter. This isn’t a business relationship. You do me a favor, I do you a favor. I … love you sweetheart. You know that. They aren’t empty words to me. I know you may not feel the same about me, but I do love you and want to take care of you.”

  After letting his words sink in, he felt her forehead. No fever. Her skin was the same coolness it always was. “I take it you were in the bathroom vomiting.”

  Teresa nodded her head.

  “Your stomach?” he asked, putting a hand on the problem.

  “Yes.” Teresa said softly.

  “All morning?”

  “Yes.”

  “For how long?”

  “Two weeks.”

  “Two weeks?” he exclaimed. He saw her flinch at the rise in volume in his voice.

  “I’m sorry.” he said. “I’m not mad. Not at you. At myself, for missing the fact that you were sick all this time.”

  “It’s ok. I didn’t want you to know.”

  “Why not?” Jackson asked scooting up closer to her.

  “So you – wouldn’t – worry.”

  “Liar.” he called her on it. “What’s the real reason?”

  “The Admiral always said I was a bad patient.”

  “I sincerely doubt that. Just the fact that you didn’t call any attention to yourself proves him wrong. So you’ve been sick only in the mornings.”

  “Other times too but mostly in the mornings.”

  Jackson nodded his head. He tried to get his emotions under control. Happiness, fear, concern and indecision all whirled around inside him.

  “Teresa,” he began softly. “Do you think you might be … pregnant?”

  “No.” she answered quickly not needing to ponder the question. “I can’t get pregnant. The Admiral made sure of it. He did that my first year with him, when I was 12. I’ve never had a period since then. It’s why I look like … like a … man.”

  “First of all you do not look like a man. You are definitely, upon first look, a woman. Second have you seen a gynecologist before?”

  “Yes one of the customers …

  “Not someone who was paying to have sex with you.”

  “No. I’ve never seen one before.”

  “I think you should. Right now.”

  “Right now? Why? I’m feeling so much better already.”

  “That’s good, but it’s been two weeks. Something is going on.”

  “Jackson, I promise you I am not pregnant. I can’t get pregnant.”

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  Teresa had heard him say he loved her. She suspected that he wanted to hear her say it back to him. But she couldn’t. The potential for hurt was just too much. And she had had enough hurt in her life. Her parents had hurt her. The Admiral had hurt her. Thousands of men had hurt her.

  In Jackson’s world those words were simple words. So many times they didn’t mean anything. A lot of the Admiral’s customers told her that they loved her. Usually right after they face fucked her and made her vomit all over herself. Her dad always told her that he loved her, that she was daddy’s little girl. That is as long as she pretended that his penis was a lollipop and she licked and sucked on it, like a little girl would do to a piece of candy.

  She couldn’t say the words to him. Those words were only full of pain and deep disappointment.

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  God he loved her. He loved her like she was a part of him, a part of his body. Jackson had loved her from the first moment he saw her. Those big brown eyes. Like dark pools you could lose yourself in. While that may have scared off most men, it didn’t Jackson. As a writer he knew about unfathomable pools and falling into those dark waters. Even though it may seem scary, indeed terrifying, it was worth doing. For what you would learn about the woman and yourself. Those high cheekbones, long lashes around almond shaped eyes, and rosy full lips were also a draw. That hair too. Lots of thick, long, black hair, didn’t hurt either. He had a preference for raven-haired women.

  The first time he saw her was at the bookstore, the one that he owned in town. She was in the poetry section, looking at the Pablo Neruda section. This was an indulgence, the Neruda section. Very few went to the poetry section and only he perused the Neruda section. Now here was a second person that was checking out the poet.

  She looked … awkward there in the bookstore. Almost scared. He couldn’t bear a frightened woman.

  Jackson walked over to her and introduced himself. At first she didn’t seem to know what he was doing. When he would say hi, she would look over her shoulder. When she did it a second time, he finally realized that she thought he was talking to someone behind her.

  Wow, Jackson thought. She really had no sense of her self, did she. This incredibly beautiful and sensitive woman didn’t think she was worth a “hello” from him. Finally she seemed to accept that he was indeed introducing himself to her. She shook his hand with a steady grip. She didn’t give him her name.

  Jackson watched her as he told her about the bookstore. She was very interested but anytime he made any movement toward her, either in a hand motion or taking a step closer to her, she would fall back. She kept a distance between them around two feet. Just enough so that he didn’t have to yell to talk to her, but far enough away that she felt safe.

  Jackson wondered who had hurt her, had hurt her so badly she didn’t even want to be near another man. Why would anybody hurt her? Why would any man hurt any woman physically? But this woman in front of him seemed so innocent, seemed like she was a very sweet and tender person. That’s probably what drew the predators to her. That meant she had not had anyone in her life to protect her, to keep the monsters away.

  She listened very attentively to him. He had no doubt she would remember everything about this interaction, every word he spoke, every intonation he took
, every emotion he would show. She watched him. The same time that she watched him, she watched everything around her. Vigilant for any threat that might come after her. She must be exhausted, Jackson thought.

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  She surprised herself and him. When Jackson asked her out to lunch, she said yes. After a long pause of consideration. Teresa didn’t think he seemed dangerous. He was very handsome and that usually meant a man was mean-hearted, in her experience. But there was a softness to his face and body that made her think that he wasn’t like that. He had a very powerful looking body visible even through the black turtleneck he wore. He wasn’t bulging with muscles but he was cut with muscles that would be strong despite their leanness. Yet he didn’t overwhelm her like all other men.

  For the most part, he kept his distance, abiding by the boundary she set between the two of them. As they walked to the restaurant/bar he wanted to take her to, he walked on the outside, by the curb. It seemed like everybody knew him. Everyone they passed said hello to him. Some stopped to shake his hand. He would hurry them along so he could catch up with her. When they finally arrived at their destination, he held the door open and let her enter first. The bartender called out to him. He called back. He let her pick where to sit. She picked a booth in the back, almost covered up in shadows.

  “Really?” Jackson questioned her. “You want to sit all the way back there, by the kitchen?”

  “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I just thought it was the best place to disguise the fact that you were out with me in public. I wouldn’t want people to think less of you because they saw you … eating with me.”

  She was serious, Jackson thought, incredulous. Very serious. Must have been why she rushed on ahead of him and didn’t stop to be introduced to any of his acquaintances.

  “No.” he finally said. “Let’s sit there.” He pointed to a table in the middle of the establishment. “Where everyone can see me with the most beautiful woman in Alaska.” He didn’t linger over the compliment, surmising that it would embarrass her to do so. He quickly walked to the table and hoped that she followed.

  She did.

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  “Is there a sexual fantasy you would like to fulfill?” Teresa asked Jackson, one evening in bed. She lay with her ear on his chest. She liked to hear his heart beating. It reminded her that this was real. He was real, his heart reassured her. She drank in the comfort of his nearness.

  She was willing to do anything he wanted to keep his heart near hers. She had sensed a little boredom in their lovemaking lately. She wasn’t but he was. She knew she had to make it interesting in order to keep Jackson in her life. She knew her purpose in his life. And Henry’s for that matter. Jackson fucked her for hours and then either left to go write or fell asleep holding her. Henry flash fucked her, often leaving her on the floor, half-dressed reeling from her orgasm. Every once in awhile he showed up unannounced at her door, but it was rare. Usually he waited for her to call him when Jackson had left or wasn’t coming over. She sensed that he was losing interest in her as well.

  It had been over a month since their sexual relationships began. The fact that it lasted this long surprised her. Needing for it to continue was fairly new to her. Usually she never let herself want anything. Like escaping from the Admiral. Or a truly loving touch from a person. She acknowledged that she needed these dreams and hopes. But she never let herself believe she would ever get them. When they didn’t come true, it wouldn’t hurt as much. No expectations, no hopes, no pain. No faith.

  “I think I’ve pretty much fulfilled all of them with you.” Jackson answered sleepily.

  “I think we’ve done every position you wanted.” Teresa countered. “But there must be some situation you would like to act out.”

  “Well …” he began, now waking up a bit more. “I never really thought of anything outside of the normal types of fantasies guys have.”

  “Girl on girl? Stripper? Outdoors? B-bond-age?”

  “Yes, except for the last one. Not really my thing. But all the others yes.”

  “Would you like to pick one for us to do?” Teresa asked pulling herself up in order to see his face.

  Jackson saw the concern behind the wide-eyed look she was giving him. If she didn’t want to do it, why bring it up? Things were going fantastic as far as he was concerned.

  “We don’t have to do any of them.” he told her. “Do you want to do –“

  “No.” she answered quickly. “I just thought you were getting – bored with me.”

  Teresa lay back down on Jackson’s chest. “I had to do a lot of – things when the - customers got bored with me. I don’t mind doing the same for you. But if you’re not interested …”

  Jackson grabbed her exposed hip and pushed her over on to her back. He held himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. He looked so serious, Teresa thought. He saw her begin to worry about the questions she had asked him. He had to stop that.

  “I am not a customer. I am not bored with you Teresa.” he told her. “Why would you think that?”

  “It’s been six weeks. I figured …” her voice trailed off.

  “Did you figure I would get bored with your body?” he asked. He pushed her hair behind her ear. “Maybe I’m tired of your ears.” He bent down and kissed one ear and then the other. His mouth curved into a tender smile when he felt her shudder beneath him. “I kind of liked that too. But maybe it’s your shoulders I’m unexcited about.” He left a trail of light and teasing kisses from the top of her shoulder to her collarbone. He made his way down her body. From her collarbone, to her chest. From her chest to her breasts, breasts to stomach, which contracted when he licked her bellybutton. He grinned. He spent some time at her stomach, knowing she was ashamed of it. The Admiral always told her how fat she was. He told her she looked pregnant, her belly was so huge. All lies of course. But she believed them. He felt like half his time with Teresa was spent on disproving the lies she had been fed all her life.

  Teresa didn’t fight Jackson anymore when he went down on her. She just tensed up, relaxing as he took care of her. Putting a hand on the side of his head, she stroked his hair as he ate her. She cried out as Jackson nibbled at her clit.

  “Please – Jackson.” she exhaled quietly. “Please –“

  Quickly he rose up, sliding his arms up the back of her thighs. He held her bent knees in the crook of his bent arms. She was still so tight but it was easier to enter her with her legs cradled in his elbow joints, keeping her wide open. He slid into her excruciatingly slow.

  She arched her neck with a deep growl. Her hands reached behind her and grabbed the headboard.

  “Oh God Jackson.” she moaned. As he fucked her, he buried his face in the area between her shoulder and neck. Before long, she grabbed him and dug her nails into his back. He groaned in pain and pleasure. “Oh Jackson.” she panted.

  “Teresa.” he growled. He lifted himself up on both of his arms, pulling her legs even further apart and therefore that glorious pussy. She held onto his shoulders as he fucked her. He had the strength to hurt her, but wasn’t about to use it against Teresa. She had been hurt so much by power already.

  Bringing down her legs, Jackson brought his hand to her clit. He quickly got her off. He freed his body from hers and laid down beside her.

  He looked over at her with a mischievous grin. “Did that seem like I was bored with you?” he asked. “I don’t think … so.” she answered hesitantly. “You don’t – Teresa it is ok to say no, if that’s what you mean. Nobody is going to hurt you for saying it. I promise.”

  She finally looked at him. “No.” she said tentatively, her face watching his for his reaction. He kept grinning. “No.” she said with more emphasis. “One more time.” he asked. “No.” she said emphatically. “No what?” he asked. “No you are not bor – bor – ed with … me.” It took everything in her to believe that one truth, Jackson thought. He doubted that she truly had faith in it, but it was a good firs
t step. He rewarded her for her hard work. He kissed every inch of her naked skin. The first time he had done this, she actually told him in no uncertain terms that she loved it. He went about worshipping her as she should have been worshipped for all those years.

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  Before the sheriff made it to their table, Teresa beat a quick retreat to the restrooms. Whenever men started to gather, awful things happened. Usually to her. Maybe two of them wouldn’t cause that many problems for her. She needed some place to calm herself down. To talk herself through going back to the table despite the doubling of males that had occurred.

  Maybe he’ll be a good guy, she told herself optimistically, so out of character for her. He’s a sheriff. His job is to uphold the law, the voice in her head wavering. So were some of your customers, another voice countered. This had been true. It was how the Admiral had been able to get away with keeping a sex slave in such a wealthy condo building. The precinct where his “home” resided was always welcome to come and partake of Teresa’s talents. They did. Usually as a group. Someone fucking her ass and someone fucking her face. She often was covered in sperm at the end of these parties. The Admiral told her the cum was good for her skin. She didn’t believe him. More than one of the officers would stick their gun inside her anus or mouth. Some even dry-fired into her. They all laughed when someone did that. By that time in the evening, Teresa had retreated in her mind to some other place that was safe from these men. They were disappointed in her reactions to them, which was nothing because for all intense purposes she wasn’t there with them. Her mind and spirit had shut themselves out of what her body was going through.