Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)
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				Title: <strong>Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 22:29:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Friday night sometime around 930 Lakeview Oregon</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">It was becoming a routine…. stop by the AMA station… grab a six of Coronas, some Red Bull just in case Cath ventured by, as it was her habit when she had a few and needed to get laid.&nbsp; The Coronas were for her….Red Bulls was his; Cath was a fellow guard at the Facility where Nick now worked tho she stayed on the female side of the business.&nbsp; They were about the same age and for whatever reason, she liked balling him, so it was a good thing even tho she was starting to get a bit hefty.</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">“More Red Bulls and a few less beers she’d be back in her prime” he thought with a smile…. imagining her with hair up in her standard pony tail, kneeling in front of him, fumbling to unbutton his jeans…that pony tail was becoming the classical handhold as he rammed his cock down her throat…cool part was that she liked it that way…the thought of being out of control she said, he was always happy to oblige her.&nbsp; Tonight she had flashed him a wide toothy grin as they were walking out to their rigs at the end of the second shift.&nbsp; Nick’s immediate thought was to look down and check his fly.&nbsp; Guys were funny about saying shit like that to other guys&nbsp; so hell he could have been like that all day long… not the case tho, so he wasn’t quite sure why or what for…. but thought “what the hell always good to be prepared”.&nbsp; </span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Nick swung his rig out the Dead Indian road.&nbsp; It was another five miles to his place.&nbsp; Funny Friday night and this part of the road was already deserted.&nbsp; The High School crowd had a favorite outdoor gathering place north of town but south of town, hell all Nick would ever pass was the occasional logging truck or hay hauler.&nbsp; His closest neighbors were a couple miles away and the only time they saw each other was when either was plowing snow…it was a neighborly thing to dig out your neighbor.&nbsp; They were a young couple, good people actually…. not much in common other than they each treasured their own space “probably for growing dope” he thought “hell that was their thing…. as long as it wasn’t a meth lab...Christ those things were so fucking nasty.”</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">The “Y” intersection was coming up, instinctively Nick hit his left turn signal and immediately wondered why he did. “Jeez I always do this and there is absolutely fuck all out here… what a fricking dumass I am” He swung a left at the fork and instinctively slowed down knowing that just ahead the hard ball would give way to gravel.&nbsp; “Ok about 10 mins to the house… time for some tunes and a bull” Nick Pushed in an AC/DC CD cranked up the volume, as the all familiar sound of “Dirty Deeds” filled the cab.&nbsp; Then he reached down on the passenger side floorboard and groped around for a warm can of Red Bull he knew was there somewhere.</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Good thing he looked up when he did…he dam near hit her.</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">He never seen her before and since there were a few other families that lived off this road, it was rarely traveled, so she must have been lost.&nbsp; Then when he saw her car further up and off to the side just by the way it was leaning figured she had a problem.&nbsp; </span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">“flat tire?”</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 02:44:02</strong>
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				Jezebel grew up in the city so she never really fit in.&nbsp; In highscool she had a couple of friends, but after graduation no one really ever came around.&nbsp; Her whole life she felt as if she never really belonged.&nbsp; So when she lost her job back in the city she didn't really mind.&nbsp; She just looked at it as an opportunity to pursue her dreams.&nbsp; She packed up all of her stuff into her 99 Chevy Malibu, the same car she had had since she was 16, and hit the road with all the money she had in her savings.<br><br>So far she had traveled all the way to Oregon from New York.&nbsp; Along the way she had traded her city clothes for some more country looking clothes with a group of girls in Indiana.&nbsp; She had come a long way since then.&nbsp; She was now in Oregon and very very lost.&nbsp; She was headed down an old dirt road when suddenly she hear a loud pop and her car swerved.&nbsp; When she got her car under control she pulled off to the side of the road and got out.&nbsp; "This is just fucking great!" she muttered as she stared at what was left of her blown tire.&nbsp; <br><br>She got back into her car and checked her cell knowing she wouldn't have any reception here in the middle of no where.&nbsp; She sat there debating on whether she should start walking or if she should wait for someone to pass.&nbsp; It seemed as if she had some good luck after all as headlights filledher mirrors.&nbsp; She hopped out of her car and started walking toward them.&nbsp; She smoothed out her white sundress and her long brown hair not wanting to look as if she had been in a car for hours on end even though that was exactly what she had been doing.&nbsp; As she walked she noticed the truck wasn't slowing down.&nbsp; In fact it was headed right toward her.&nbsp; She screamed an jumped out of the way almost too late .&nbsp; The truck quickly stopped and she wondered if maybe the driver was going to come and finish her off.&nbsp; When no one got out she walked over to the driver's side window.&nbsp; That's when she saw the handsome man behind the wheel.&nbsp; She smiled her best smile and when he asked her about her tire she said "It's worse than flat.&nbsp; It's completely blown."
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				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 19:05:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">That sucks …well …hell there’s nothing here open this time of night…. it gonna have to wait till the morning…ok…why don’t you get what you need for the night and lock her up…. then come back and hop in… Then we’ll figure out your options.”&nbsp; She smiles meekly... whirls around and walks back to her car.&nbsp; He watches her intently. There was something about a pretty girl in a sun dress…not something you see so much anymore.&nbsp; She was way way better looking than Cath, that was for sure.&nbsp; She didn’t seem to wearing nylons either, that was cool too.&nbsp; He watches her in the beam of his headlights as she opens the drivers side door… grabs a backpack off the passenger seat swings the door closed and walks back with the pack half slung off of her shoulder.&nbsp; “She is poised” he thinks as she walks towards him. “ hmmm nice bod too… fricking awesome legs….. wonder how she got em”&nbsp; she walks around towards the passenger door.&nbsp; Nick scoots the bag of with the six-pack and Red bull over next to him then leans over and opens the door.&nbsp; He expects her to do the "girl in a dress thing" by sticking her butt up on the seat first... then sliding her legs up and around…only she doesn’t… she steps right up into the cab and he gets a lovely up-skirt eyeful of her snatch… “Holy Shit!! Either they’re crotchless or she isn’t wearing any!!"…he laughs out loud she closes the door looks at him and smiles….”Christ this girls got balls…big ones” he thinks.&nbsp; She dumps her backpack on the floorboard</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">“Ok bad news... good news... bad news” he starts</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">“Bad news is your stuck till morning…good news is there is a good tire place in town and the manager owes me... and with the eye candy I just had I figured now I owe you one.&nbsp; We should be able to get your tire problem sorted…another good deal is that it happened here… another 5 miles or so on this road and you’d be thinking you were in a Mad Max movie which around here sometimes isn’t too far fetched.&nbsp; The other bad news is that it’s late and you need a place for the night…good news is just so happens my cabin is a few miles up the road, I’m just off shift so my weekends just started and I haven’t had dinner yet and bet you haven’t either... so you’re welcome to stay the night.&nbsp; Bad news is now I’ve got this notion that you’ve got one helluva survival gene so I’m going level with you.&nbsp; You’re a very pretty lady and if you take my offer you need to know that sooner or later tonite you’re going to strip for me…I going to want to see you totally naked.&nbsp; We can fight over who takes their clothes off first and we can fight to see who gets to do what to whom cause I want to taste that lovely pussy of yours ...sorry but that’s just the way it is…thought it best to be upfront."</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">"Or another option is I take you to a hotel in town…. there’s one still open…I’m sure there’s vacancies ...only its going to cost you some bucks and you with a blown tire and your rig full of stuff like that I suspect you’re on the move but maybe you’re rich and money is not an issue."</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">"Option three is that you’re not buying any of the above and maybe you don’t even like being in this rig…I hate to think that but it’s a possibility…"</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Nick kills the engine grabs the keys from the ignition and hands them to her…so to be fair here’s the keys.. you can drive yourself to the hotel….just hit the hardball out here and take a right….. another 5 miles or so you’re in town…. its past the only stoplight on the left.&nbsp; You can come back in the morning so you can deal with the tire thing…I’ll help you on that…</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Think about it meanwhile I want to go see how thrashed that tire is.</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Nick grabs his Maglite from under the driver’s seat…. flips it on…. hops out of the rig and walks toward her Malibu.</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 19:04:21</strong>
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				As she walked back to her car she pondered the idea of possibly having to stay with this man.&nbsp; He was handsome and seemed innocent enough, but then again a lot of predators did.&nbsp; One effectthe city had had on her was her ability to trust.&nbsp; In the city you couldn't trust anyone, but this wasn't the city and she didn't know what to do.&nbsp; She grabbed her things and locked the car up before she headed back to the truck.&nbsp; She wasn't accustomed to wearing a dress yet and didn't think to sit before getting into the truck.&nbsp; She listened to what he thought her options were as she sat her bag on the floorboard by her feet.&nbsp; When he mentioned the view she had given him as she got into the truck she blushed deep red knowing dam well what he had seen because she didn't like to wear panties too often.&nbsp; Then when he mentioned the things he would like to do to what he had seen her eyes bugged out and her blush deepened even more.&nbsp; "My God this man is crazy!" she thought to herself.&nbsp; He had just met her and already he was taking about taking her home and doing things to her she had never let anyone else do. <br><br>When he handed her his keys and got out to look at her tire she almost scooted into his seat and took off right then, but even in the city she had never grown accustomed to hijacking cars like some of the other kids she grew up with.&nbsp; she sat there not knowing what to do.&nbsp; Should she ask him to take her to the motel?&nbsp; Should she drive herself?&nbsp; Should she go home with him and risk getting taken advantage of?&nbsp; He was right when he said he didn't think she had a lot of money because she didn't.&nbsp; Maybe if she told him before she went to his house that she only wanted a place to stay, not a night of passion, things would work out.&nbsp; She watched him as he looked over her tire deciding that that was what she would do. 
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				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:09:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">The tire was thrashed alright.&nbsp; Looked like the tread had separated... she was lucky.&nbsp; He shined the light over the other tires, they were all getting close.&nbsp; Sooner than later she was going to have to replace them.&nbsp; “Bet she doesn’t have the coin to do it either” he thought as he started back to the truck.&nbsp; It’s full of her stuff… I wonder if she’s running away from something or running too something?&nbsp; Could be I got it wrong about her… oh well so much for first impressions” Nick walked over to the driver’s side door opened in and slid back into the driver’s seat tucking the Mag-Lite back underneath.&nbsp; </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“You called right….. it’s shot alright…. the others are close to the wear marks…. looks like you’ll be needing to replace them soon.&nbsp; I can probably get you a used one for about twenty bucks but if you’re going to doing any traveling you might want to think about getting a set…with a front end alignment it may run you around 3-4 hundred bucks to replace em all…I like your rig by the way.... your car looks great ” he looks down for a minute than looks back at her.&nbsp; “Sorry I never did introduce myself…. My name is Nick” he says as he thrusts out his hand </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“So tell me pretty lady…. which way do I need to point the truck?…towards the cabin? or back towards town?</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:39:27</strong>
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				She groaned and threw her head back expecting a head rest, not the back glass.&nbsp; "Fuck!" she yelled as her hand flew up to the back of her head.&nbsp; "I don't think this place likes me," she groaned.&nbsp; "My name is Jezebel.&nbsp; My friends back in New York called me Jazz.&nbsp; I have 3-4 hundred dollars, but it was suppose to go towards a down payment on an apartment once I found one in a small town I liked and I don't think I'm going to like this town."<br><br>She sat there for a minute and stared out the window.&nbsp; "You seem like a really nice guy Nick.&nbsp; The thing is I've never been one to just screw around with a guy, especially if I'm going to be leaving the next morning.&nbsp; Like I said I don't think I like this place, so I'd rather not go into town.&nbsp; I'd rather go back to your place, but I'll only go if there are no...expectations...of me once I get there.&nbsp; Do you understand what I mean?"&nbsp; She looked over at him and even though she was giving him some sort of lecture she couldn't deny how sexy he was.
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				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:00:26</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Jazz&nbsp; eh nice….it fits you….Okay Jazz I’m not one to take advantage of a someone in need besides I do like your style …no expectations it is then…so&nbsp; it appears you and I have an understanding pretty lady.&nbsp; As for the tire deal… don’t fret… there maybe other solutions…hold on to your money…I may have to think a bit more creatively on this but hell that can wait…I’m hungry,&nbsp; I’ve got some homemade Ravioli up at the place…are you up some?"</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 01:18:31</strong>
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				She smiled at the comment on her nickname.&nbsp; She liked it herself.&nbsp; As for the tire deal she hoped he had something up his sleeve because she really didn't have the cash to do it, not if she wanted a place of her own.&nbsp; Her belly rumbled at the mention of homemade ravioli.&nbsp; It was something she'd only had once before and she had loved it.&nbsp; "I hope your as good of a cook as my aunt."&nbsp; With that she handed him back his keys and looked at her car praying no one would bother it.&nbsp; She hated leaving it here.
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				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 05:14:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“Well much as I hate to say this it wasn’t me… it was Mrs Linguini one of the cooks at our facility.&nbsp; Every Wednesday&nbsp; she cooks something special for the cadre… She considers us family and when you taste her cooking you’ll know she is certainly part of ours.”&nbsp; Nick takes the keys and cranks over then engine and throws the truck in gear… he watches her as she looks wistfully at her car as they drive by.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Hey in case you’re wondering ….your rig is gonna be fine there…. out this way aren’t many folk that travel this road besides I’ll make a call to the sheriff’s office….Duane’s on duty tonight so he’ll know at least its there."&nbsp; Nick starts the climb up the gentle grade that leads to his cabin.&nbsp; “You say you’re from NY? I used to live about 50 miles North…. a small place called Cornwall…ever heard of it?</span></span>&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 19:35:00</strong>
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				She laughed lightly, "Mrs. Linguini huh?&nbsp; Convenient name for someone who makes homemade pasta dishes.&nbsp; What is this facility?&nbsp; What do you do?"&nbsp; She wanted to make small talk, but she also wanted to learn more about this Nick fellow.&nbsp; Not just because she was going to be staying with him, but also because she had a genuine interest in him.&nbsp; She thanked him for offering to call the sheriff's office for him to make sure her car would be okay and then turned to face him.&nbsp; She turned her whole body pulling her legs up on the seat as well, but making sure he didn't have a view this time.&nbsp; "I've heard the name Cornwall, but I don't know exactly where it is or what all is up there"&nbsp; Then she got kind of curious.&nbsp; "How did you end up in Cornwall and then end up here?"
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				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 20:19:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">“Ha we always thought with a name like that perhaps she’s in the witness protection program and whoever gave her that identify had a weird sense of humor.&nbsp; So what do I do you ask?&nbsp; I’m one of fifteen guards out the Warner Creek Correctional Facility…. Five of them are women, the rest dudes.&nbsp; I’ve been there about 2 years now…. was able to hire on after I left the Army.&nbsp; It’s a brand new facility... minimum security type…. folks there have three or less years of time to do.&nbsp; The facility is coed but obviously segregated…thank gawd not allot of knuckleheads because if they dick up there they go back into the system…no a smart thing to do.”&nbsp; </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“You asked about Cornwall.&nbsp; I was an Army brat before I joined up…&nbsp; Cornwall is up close to West Point bout 50 miles north of the city.&nbsp; My dad was a grad… Class of 56…. he ended up teaching there.&nbsp; When he retired we moved back up that way.&nbsp; I went to the high school there for my freshman and sophomore years before we moved to Virginia.”&nbsp; Nick slows down and makes a right turn onto the ¼ stretch of gravel that was his driveway.&nbsp; “Almost there” he says</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">He looks over at her and thinks “interesting body language… the way she’s sitting….wonder now if the beaver shot was an honest mistake and I just fricking miscued?”</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"> ”You know you really have very pretty legs…. real muscular how’d you get em? …gymnast? cyclist? runner?”&nbsp; Nick slows down as he pulls up in front of his shop, stopping his rig in front of the far right bay door…he kills the lights.</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 20:42:49</strong>
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				She listened to him with interest.&nbsp; "An army brat huh?"&nbsp; In the back of her head she was groaning.&nbsp; She had a thing for army men and already he wanted to fuck her.&nbsp; Would she let him now that she knew he had worn those sexy camo pants and tight t shirts?&nbsp; She shook her head to clear her mind.&nbsp; What was she thinking?&nbsp; Why on Earth would she let a stranger fuck her just because he was in the army?&nbsp; <br><br>She watched him as he looked at her.&nbsp; She knew he couldn't see up her dress so she didn't mind.&nbsp; "I was a cheerleader and a runner in highschool.&nbsp; Why I was a cheerleader I don't know.&nbsp; They were all a bunch of stuck up bitches.&nbsp; As for the running, it's what I'm best at."&nbsp; She started out the window looking for his house at the end of the gravel.&nbsp; "My whole life I was running from something.&nbsp; Now I'm running from the city and I'm never going back."&nbsp; She smiled and looked back over to him.&nbsp; "I've always loved the country.&nbsp; It really is beautiful, just a little frustrating when your lost in it and your car breaks down."
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				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 22:43:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“hmmmm Cheerleader eh” he could definitely picture her in a cheerleading outfit only he imagined her hair in pigtails and of course panty less as well…”Christ&nbsp; with legs like that she must have a really tight ass.”&nbsp; He thinks... the image of her that way starts making him horny…"no expectations you agreed” he reminded himself.</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“I can see you both ways actually” Nick replied casually…”never was the city type myself…. I always enjoyed my space…this place has a view… actually think you might enjoy it” </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> “speaking of views" he thinks once more&nbsp; “I’d love to see you bent over just enough to hike that dress up over that tight little ass I bet you have’’ </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Nick looks over at her and says…”Hang tight I’m going to pull it inside.&nbsp; He gets out walks over to the door reaches in his pockets and gropes for the key, finding it, he unlocks the door, turns on the light and opens the bay door.&nbsp; </span></span><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Nick jumps back in and pulls the truck inside the shop, kills the engine hops out and walks over and opens her door offering her his hand as she grabs her backpack and climbs down.</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“The guy I bought this place from was geologist back when they mined Uranium here.&nbsp; He used to have an RV thats why the three bay arrangement”.&nbsp; Over in the left bay&nbsp; was a 69 Chevelle, Burnt Orange with a Black racing strip down the middle.&nbsp; Nick points to it and says”That belongs to Jeff told him I’d keep it for him while he’s deployed to Iraq.”&nbsp; The middle bay was empty but there was what looks like part of a foam wrestling mat... a 20 X 20&nbsp; foot section of one …. the kind you’d see in high school.&nbsp; It was on the floor next to the back wall.&nbsp; Behind it was a door with a Skull and Cross Bones Hand drawn with the word “Danger” painted in Black block letters underneath.&nbsp; There was something else there that looked out of place but it looked familiar.&nbsp; It was the game “Twister”.&nbsp; Equally odd was what was next to it…there were a couple of gallons of vegetable oil…one of the bottles appears half empty.&nbsp; Underneath the game was a folder blue plastic tarp.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 23:46:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he spoke she saw his cabin come into view.&nbsp; It was a really nice cabin.&nbsp; One she would like to live in one day.&nbsp; It was when she was admiring his cabin that she heard his idea of a nice view.&nbsp; She swallowed hard and looked at him.&nbsp; "Maybe if you put your old uniform on," she thought to herself.<br><br>She watched him as he got out and unlocked the bay door, noting his nice ass, and then back to the truck, also noting the beginnings of an erection.&nbsp; "What was God thinking when he sent this man to save me?" she again thought to herself.&nbsp; She took his hand momentarily as she climbed out of the truck and that was when she noticed the Chevelle.&nbsp; "Do you think this Jeff would mind if I took it for a joy ride tomorrow before I leave?" she asked with a smile.&nbsp; Something else that made her friends look at her odd was her love of old muscle cars, like the Chevelle.&nbsp; She looked next to the Chevelle and noticed the wrestling mat and then the Twister game with the oil.&nbsp; She wasn't stupid.&nbsp; She knew what it was for.&nbsp; She just shook her head lightly and walked to what she thought was the door that led out of the place.&nbsp; "I'm up for some of that ravioli"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 00:21:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> <span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“Nah he won’t mind….. that’s why he left it with me to make sure it ran every so often”…”hmmm” he thinks “bet she’d turn some eyes too and wouldn’t be the car they’re looking at.”</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Nick follows her to the cabin.&nbsp; Walking behind her as she mounts the steps to the porch…”Oh Yeahhh no doubt this lady has one fine ass”…the swelling would be obvious if he kept thinking about it.</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">The cabin had a view only it was dark, “she’d see it soon enough in the morning.” He thinks&nbsp; </span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“Door should be open…. the light switch is on the right.” He says to her quietly.&nbsp; With the lights on, one could see a living room kitchen combo area.&nbsp; The place had an exposed wood beam ceiling and a wood stove in the corner, a leather couch and two matching seats around an entertainment center.&nbsp; A four person oak dining room set next to the kitchen area “Bath room and Bedroom are behind the door” he says as he walks over to the fridge and starts grabbing stuff from it….”Make yourself at home... relax.&nbsp; If you want to shower go ahead.”</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">“No need to put any clothes on when you’re done either” he wants to say feeling his cock starting to press against his jeans</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“I’ll have dinner ready in about 20-25 minutes…Help yourself to what you find in the fridge if you can use a drink…other than that chill...you’re my guest and your company is welcome.&nbsp; Oh if you need to wash clothes&nbsp; and stuff laundry room is the other door from the bathroom”</span></span><br></span><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"> </span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 01:58:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She walked into the cabin and flipped on the lightswitch to her right.&nbsp; She walked in far enough that he could get in behind her, but then she stopped and looked around at everything.&nbsp; Everything was just how she would want it if it was her place.&nbsp; "Creepy," she thought.&nbsp; She listened to him talk as he walked to the kitchen.&nbsp; A shower did sound pretty good actually.&nbsp; "Well since you don't mind I'm going to go take a quick shower while you get dinner ready.<br><br>She walked to the laundry room and got out the biggest fluffiest towel she could find and a wash cloth.&nbsp; She walked to the bathroom with them and her bag and shut the door.&nbsp; Once inside she didn't waste any time.&nbsp; She started the shower and as the steam quickly filled the room she took off her dress and her bra.&nbsp; she laid them on the floor by the sink and stepped inside the shower.&nbsp; "Oh God this feels great!" she whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 03:44:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Nick busied himself with making dinner….. all the ravioli went back into the pan along with some olive oil and fresh basil...while that simmers he makes&nbsp; some Italian bread and whips up a spinach salad.&nbsp; Nick hears the shower running. “Good I’m glad she feels comfortable enough to take me up on that offer” he realizes its time to set the table but he feels a bit giddy…”hmm what the hell?? why not…. how long has it been?&nbsp; “Nick grabs the bottle of Jagermiester from the freezer and a red bull and pours himself a big glass.&nbsp; He reaches into one of the upper less traveled cabinets…. grabs a table cloth and some cloth napkins…There were candles were all over the place.&nbsp; It didn’t take him long to get it all set…good thing cause the water stops so he figures he has about five minutes…”wonder what she’ll wear?” he thinks excitedly.&nbsp; &nbsp; “wonder what kind of music she likes?” Nick grabs the pan and pours all it's contents&nbsp; into a bigger bowl…He sets the food on the table where he hears her moving .</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 05:00:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She relaxed under the water for a couple of minutes.&nbsp; Then she&nbsp; grabbed her wash cloth and soaped it up before she washed her body making sure to get every crease and crevice.&nbsp; While she was still soapy she grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted some into her hand before she lathered up her hair.&nbsp; She noticed a razor andgrabbed it checking the blades finding them rather new.&nbsp; She wondered if it was his or perhaps another woman's.&nbsp; Shrugging she proceded to shave her legs and underarms savings between her legs for last.&nbsp; Then she got under the stream of water and rinsed all the shampoo and soap away.&nbsp; She turned off the water and grabbed her towel before she got out of the shower.&nbsp; <br><br>She dried off completely and then rummaged through her bag for something to wear.&nbsp; She put on a new bra and then a small night dress.&nbsp; It wasn't anything like her grandmother would have worn, but it wasn't really lingerie either.&nbsp; She brushed her hair and teeth quickly.&nbsp; She could smell the food and her stomach started to ache with hunger.&nbsp; She checked herself one last time in the mirror before she walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.&nbsp; "It smells great," she said.&nbsp; She noticed the candles and smiled.&nbsp; "Romantic dinner?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:10:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“Perhaps” he smiled “I have wine and girly stuff in the fridge if you wish it… grab what you want…I want you to feel at home…you can feel grounded here... if I put you out of sorts... please set it aside…lets enjoy each other’s company…I have no expectations but I will ask and you may respond and it won’t change the complexity of things…would you be game for eating slightly out of kilter? Meaning no silverware?&nbsp; If I may speak plainly you can either sit on my lap and we feed each other by hand or you may sit next to me next to me and we do the same …or of course there is the&nbsp; conventional way…but I sense you need&nbsp; a connection."</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Your call Jazz” he says with an awkward smile</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 20:10:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at the mention of girly things.&nbsp; She walked to the fridge and got out a Fuzzy Navel wine cooler.&nbsp; She started to walk towards the table, but stopped as he mentioned different ways of eating.&nbsp; Feeding eachother with no forks?&nbsp; She gave him sort of an odd look, but decided for once to go along with one of his ideas, but she wouldn't hesitate to stop him if he got too fresh with her.&nbsp; Instead of sitting in his lap she sat in the chair next to him and turned to face him.&nbsp; Before she ate anything she cracked her bottle open and took a big swig of it and fuzzy navels weren't for swigging.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 21:50:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">“She’s a looker” Nick thinks as she walks out thru the door…this dress was a bit more form fitting and she was barefoot…He liked her hair semi-wet… it gave her a wild kind of look.&nbsp; ...still he wasn’t sure what she was thinking…. her eyes were steady and she had a great poker face.&nbsp; &nbsp;He made his handfeeding offer to her and got a quizzical look in return.&nbsp; He was beginning to think perhaps she was damaged goods somehow…”something bad has closed her up…Gawd I hope it isn’t life itself that has fucked her over… she is so young”. It wasn’t until she sat down in the chair next to him, grabbed her silverware and dropped in the middle of the table did he know.&nbsp; &nbsp;Watching her chug down a good part of a wine cooler wasn't something he'd expected..."she does that a few more times she's going to be interesting…maybe that’s what she really needs?”&nbsp; He quietly got up and got another Fuzzy Navel for her then took his seat…. grabbed his drink and took a healthy pull from it…&nbsp; The windows were all open; the room was suddenly quiet as the night sounds of nature began to become apparent.&nbsp; Nick took one of the Raviolis dipped it in a rich tomato sauce and brought it up to her mouth.&nbsp; “Leave your hands on your lap please… other than to point to something you wish for……if this makes you feel uncomfortable&nbsp; grab a fork…I’ll stop”</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Penelope</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 22:22:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her long pull from her bottle had loosened her up a little bit by the time he had started feeding her.&nbsp; It was...different...for her to be doing this.&nbsp; Not only was he feeding her instead of her feeding herself, but he was also using his fingers and not his fork, but she pushed the thought aside and opened her mouth a bit as he brought the food to her mouth.&nbsp; She took a bite out of the ravioli making sure she got a lot of sauce and proceded to chew an swallow.&nbsp; "It's delicious," she told him with a smile and it really was.&nbsp; The best ravioli she had ever had.&nbsp; She wanted to finish her first bottle before the second got warm, but wasn't sure if she should grab it or if he wanted to do it for her.&nbsp; "Do I drink myself or do you want to do that too?" she asked him.&nbsp; The whole hand feeding thing wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, but she didn't know how well things would go if he tried to hold her drink for her too.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Damsel In Distress (Penelope and Raptor)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moebus57</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 01:20:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">Nick beamed</span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">“Thank you”…he dipped his index finger in the sauce bringing it to her mouth, watching her part her lips in&nbsp; anticipation.&nbsp; Of course it was arousing him but he liked feeling that edge being horny gave him…He’d certainly be more attentive since his senses were starting to pique.&nbsp; But there was no agenda at the moment.&nbsp; She was a pretty woman and in his company and for the moment that was enough to make him smile.&nbsp; </span></span><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size">“I thought this might be a good ice breaker.&nbsp; As for drinking you may indulge yourself either way.&nbsp; It would be fun to see if I can accommodate you but really you need to relax and be in your comfort zone so whichever you prefer either grab the bottle or ask for it.”&nbsp; Her mood had certainly softened and he was enjoying her company.&nbsp; He was glad as well she was drinking, she needed to unwind.</span>[/]</span>
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