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26-07-2008
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Your patience serves all of you well. And I apologize for the long gaps between chapters...this is hard. Work's got me going full speed until I go back to college, so I'm running on empty. Still, I will keep writing...I'm up to I think 70 pages now, so I must be doing well with this
 But, here is TEN!!!!!!!  Chapter Ten I turned around to see what or who she was so afraid of, and that’s when I saw him. He was a walking prep model with his collar popped and his hair perfectly gelled straight. He looked to be about my height, but had just a bit more of a build than I did. This was the one who destroyed my friend’s will. This was my enemy. By the way he stumbled about, I figured he was drunk. “Well, look who’s here! Didn’t think you’d ever come back here, Jill! After all, this is where we went on the night you got pregnant…stupid bitch.” he mumbled. “Leave me alone.” Jill whispered as she looked the other way. “Hey everyone! This is the girl who killed my child!” Jill got up and started walking out of the bar when Nick went to follow her. I immediately stood up and blocked his path. “That’s enough!” I said firmly as I stood my ground. “Think you’re so tough belittling a woman and blaming her for something that’s beyond her control?” Jill stopped right before she went out the door and turned around. From the corner of my eye I could see that she was about to cry, and this only made me more upset. “Oh, and who’s this?! Your new boyfriend, Jill? Why don’t you **** off, man?” “You’ve ravaged her life long enough, you drunk bastard! One more word of her…just one more.” “Psh,” Nick slurred, “and what will you do? You got nothing on me! Hey, Jill! Too scared to come over here and face me yourself? Need a bodyguard, eh?” Before I had the chance to say anything, Jill ran back towards us and landed a hard slap across Nick’s face. His whole head shifted to the left, and for a moment he was stunned. “You stupid bitch!” he slapped her back before I had a chance to react. The patrons all gasped and whispered to each other as Jill held the side of her face and let a tear shed. I tried as hard as I could to not lose it, but if there’s one thing I hate, it’s a guy hitting or verbally abusing a woman. I don’t care who it is or if I can’t stand the woman. Once I see an act of violence against her, I snap. And so it was that night. I grabbed Nick’s arm and placed it behind his back. His drunken state allowed me to get a hold of his other hand, and he was soon restrained. He struggled to break free, but I placed my foot in front of his leg and pushed him forward. He fell, hard, and grunted as he did so. “Piece of shit!” I turned him onto his back and grabbed him by his collar. “**** you!” “John!” Jill screamed. “You have ten seconds to leave the bar, and if you so much as look at Jill, I’ll make sure you don’t leave the parking lot without a black eye!” I pulled Nick up to his feet and once again restrained him, only this time I applied more pressure to keep him from moving around. We made our way towards the door as the bar fell silent. I turned around briefly to make sure that Jill was okay. She looked a bit shaken up, but other than that she seemed okay. “Let go of me you-” “Shut up!” I opened the door and shoved Nick onto the pavement outside. He struggled to get on his feet while he swore. “C’mon and fight me like a man!” he slurred his speech. “You call yourself a man? Get outta here before I knock you flat!” I waited in the doorway until I saw him wander off onto the sidewalk, then closed the door, sighed, and turned around to see where Jill was. Everyone stared at me, most in amazement, others in shock. “I’m sorry,” I told the bartender, “I’ll leave if you want. I shouldn’t have made a scene here. He was harassing my friend here and-” “Nah, nah, kid! You didn’t cause any trouble! You got rid of it! Someone get this man a beer!” There was a short round of applause in the bar, and I not being used to being made a “hero” for brawling in a bar blushed and headed back to my table where Jill sat and looked at me with folded arms and a smirk that was just short of a smile. She probably didn’t know how to react. I mean, one minute she was belittled and slapped, and then next I threw the bastard out of the bar. “You alright, Jill?” She grew rather quiet, but she didn’t look mad. Instead, a little smile went across her face. Still, I couldn’t tell if she was angry with me for fighting, sad for being treated so meanly, or happy to have someone stand up for her. “I’m sorry, Jill. I don’t usually get mad like that, but he smacked you, and I just-” Jill didn’t cry or yell at me. Instead, she leaned forward, kissed me, then clasped her hands around mine and said, “Thank you.” We continued to eat our food as if the whole incident was a big blur, a mere dream that was just a figment of our imaginations. Jill leaned her feet against mine as we ate, but I didn’t mind. I think sticking up for her triggered a new sense of appreciation for me. Our burgers were eaten in silence and with smiles on both of our faces. As I finished my burger, a man in a grey business suit came over to our table with a beer in his hand. He had been sitting at the barstool earlier. A smile went across his face as he set the beer on the table. “Hope you don’t mind lager!” he said. I was a bit taken back since the waitress or bartender didn’t bring the drink over, but I gladly accepted and told the man that I didn’t mind. “The name’s Matt Yuhal. I saw how you handled that situation back there, and I must say that I’m quite impressed!” “Well, my dad’s a security guard, so he taught me a few restraining techniques. Oh, and I’m John Morrow.” I said as I stood up and shook the man’s hand. “You know, you’d make a pretty good bouncer. Maybe get a little more buff and learn a few more takedowns, and you’d be set. I could sure use an extra hand at one of my clubs.” Was this guy for real? Me? A bouncer? I definitely didn’t fit the profile for a bouncer. I was far too nice! Still, my mind told me that this was a perfect opportunity to get away from working in retail. “No offense, sir, but I’m not sure how well that would work. You see, I live about three hours east of here. My college is only one hour away, but I don’t start up again until the end of August.” “Hmmm.” This was the oddest conversation I’d ever gotten myself into, and Jill looked just as confused as I did. “Where do you go to college?” Matt asked. “Hansen Institute of Technology.” “Looks like you’re in luck! I’ve got a club about ten minutes south of the campus!” “Hang on a minute, here. You’re just going to offer me a job? No interview or anything?” “Kid, you apologized after you threw that guy out of the bar. Do you know what that tells me? It tells me that you’re able to keep your cool in tight situations.” A job being offered to me on a silver platter, and yet I remained reluctant. I believe it was fear of the unknown that held me back. But then I had a thought. This man said he owned a few clubs. If he knew the right people, he might have been a good person to network with for when I graduated college. “You know this wouldn’t be something I’d do for the rest of my life, right? I mean, I’m graduating in three years.” “Oh, absolutely! I’ll even cut you a bit of a break since you’re in college. I’m thinking, maybe ten or eleven bucks an hour, if that sounds good to you.” “Holy…ten or eleven?!” Hey, it doesn’t sound like much, but when you’re in college and you have to struggle to make money, ten bucks an hour is pretty good! “What do you think, Jill?” I asked. “I say go for it! What have you got to lose?” she smiled. I accepted the offer and told Mr. Yuhal that I’d call him when I was ready. That was what got me into my bouncing job. Yeah, pretty cool, eh? That’s not something that happens everyday. Mr. Yuhal left our table and we got up to leave. * * * We spent the rest of the night on Jill’s couch. The television played something boring, but I didn’t care. The only thing on my mind was telling Jill what I’d wanted to say earlier. I made it look like I was focused on the television as I planned my confessions. A half hour later, I was ready to tell her. “Jill?” Jill looked over as she leaned a little more into my side. “Something’s still bothering you, isn’t it?” she asked. “Kind of, but I want to tell you now. I just ask that if it’s too soon that you tell me right away.” “Sure thing!” I took a deep breath and sighed. “First of all, I’ve decided that I don’t want to lose you again. Call me crazy, but honestly, I just feel so strongly like you’re the one. You must be, otherwise I wouldn’t be telling you this right now.” “To tell you the truth, John, I wasn’t so sure at first. But after tonight, I’m beginning to feel the same way about you.” I smiled in relief and thanked God for what I’d just been told. But that was only one obstacle I’d made it over. I still had the mountain to climb. “What was the other thing you wanted to tell me?” “Well…I hope this isn’t too soon for you, but,” I said with a pause, “I will never be able to fully understand how hard it must be for you to lose your baby, but I want to let you know that if you find it too hard to deal with, then I’ll…” “Go on. It’s okay.” “I will give up that side of me if it brings back any painful memories.” A huge part of me now lay on an altar of sacrifice, waiting to be given up as an offering to our relationship. I almost cried when I thought of what she would say, because this wasn’t something that I could just shake off. This would take me some serious counseling and therapy to get rid of, if I could indeed get rid of it at all. “Aw, John, that’s so sweet of you! But, actually…” The knife was in my hand and ready to stab my infantilist side through its chest. This was where the outcome of the rest of my life would be decided. A price I almost didn’t want to pay to be with Jill. “…I’ve been thinking about that side of you since I had my miscarriage. I know that sounds kind of silly since I was with Nick at the time, but I remembered the last time you and I did that, and how much of a bond we had. Now I’m not sure if the bond will be the same because of my miscarriage, but I’d be willing to try it out and see if it helps me cope with my loss.” That was it. It’d possibly be one last babying session. The grand finale of my desire to be babied by Jill, and to be diapered, and fed a bottle, and burped. And loved. One last chance. I could only hope that it would be enough to make her want to continue. Time was now the only thing left standing in our way. “That sounds fair. And Jill, it will be whenever you feel you’re ready, even if that takes a while. I am a patient man.” “I’d like to try it sooner than later.” Jill smiled and winked at me. “And, if you don’t mind, I’m wondering if you’d be willing to try a few new things out when we are ready. Don’t worry, though. I promise it’s nothing to hurt you in any way. It’s just…something to make my bond with baby a little greater. I’ll let you figure the rest out.” I became giddy for a moment, but I kept it in and nodded my head. A greater bond between a mother and a baby meant a few things, and I think you know what I’m talking about. I asked Jill how soon was “sooner”, and she told me in a couple of weeks. They would go by rather quickly, and at that point in my life I could truly say that I was happy again. I’m now a true believe in the old saying that “the best things come in threes.” A new job, a restored relationship, and a chance to allow my babyish desires to be fulfilled once again. TO BE CONTINUED Now it's a race between you and two other forums to see who thinks this might seem a bit rushed. I've got my master plan, though, so no worries. Everything has been written with a purpose. But, what do you think? |
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26-07-2008
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Amazing. I really can't wait, but i'll try............................................... .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .....................................i tried, i really can't wait.
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29-07-2008
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