Deadly Passion, an Epiphany (12 page)

“It’s alright. We’ll talk later. Go brush your teeth and put your pajamas on. I’ll order a pizza for us because I don’t know about you, but I’m still very hungry.”

Georgia laughed. “I wondered. I love that you took me to such a nice restaurant. The food was good, but there wasn’t a lot of it. Maybe rich people order several meals.”

“Who knows. I’m glad you liked it. I wanted to spoil you before I leave.”

After picking up her overnight bag, she hastened to the bathroom. Before she closed the door, she called out to him, “I’ll brush my teeth later if we’re going to eat pizza.”

“Right. I wasn’t thinking.”

Georgia changed quickly. She brushed her long hair, put on new lipstick, then twirled and inspected the reflection in the mirror. The long white negligee left nothing to the imagination. She could see her nakedness quite clearly through the flimsy material. Her heart beat faster as she thought about Chris’s reaction. Butterflies crept to her throat, down again, settled in her stomach. Shivers ran up and down her spine as she ran her hands over her body, her breasts, imagining Chris doing it.

Opening the door a bit, she peeked at him. He sat cross-legged on the bed wearing only his boxer shorts. Her breath caught in her throat at his muscular torso, the bulging muscles on his arms, the six-pack. She could hardly wait. Quietly, she approached the bed.

He looked up at her, his gaze traveling slowly down, then up to her face again. “My God, girl. What are you doing to me?” he asked in a hoarse voice. Reaching for her wrist, he pulled her onto the bed and took her into his arms. Kissing her deeply, their tongues exploring, their lips locked in an everlasting kiss, he pressed her against his chest. His lips broke free. “It’s only three more months, baby,” he whispered.

“I don’t want to wait,” she said softly, watching his face, gazing at his eyes. They were dark with desire, but his face was like granite.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment. He broke away, jumped off the bed and hurried to the door, grabbing his wallet as he ran. “Thanks. No, just put it on my bill. Here’s a tip. I’ll take it from here,” she heard him say. He came back in wheeling a cart. The aroma of pizza drifted to her nostrils, mixed with the smell of fries. And what was under the shiny dome?

“A pizza, two burgers, two orders of fries, chocolate coated strawberries and whipped cream. Does madam want anything else?” he said as he wheeled the cart next to the bed.

“It smells heavenly.”

“You smell heavenly. But I don’t want the food to get cold. Let’s have a proper meal.”

Georgia took a plate off the cart, heaped fries onto it and after lifting a dome, helped herself to a juicy burger. Sitting cross-legged from each other, they dove into the food. Though the meal at the restaurant had been nice, tasty, it couldn’t compare to what she was eating now.

“I still can’t believe, to this day, how a skinny little wisp of a girl can stow away so much food,” Chris said.

“I love food. What can I say?”

“I’m glad. I hate to see girls pick at their food because they want to keep their figure.”

“Who knows. Maybe I’ll get really fat when I’m older.”

“Your mother isn’t fat. You’ll be fine.”

There was one slice of pizza left. Georgia was stuffed now so she picked it up and deposited it on his plate. “You can have the last slice. Are you full?”

“Pretty much. I can eat the last slice, though.”

“I’m too full for the strawberries right now. Maybe we can eat those later,” Georgia said while she waited for him to eat the last of the pizza.

“Yes. I’ll rent a good movie. Why don’t you see what’s available?”

Georgia scrolled through the movies and clicked on the adult category without him noticing. She clicked on one that sounded enticing and promptly rented it. Just as it started to play, Chris was finished.

“Come here, rascal,” he said and patted the bed next to him as he moved up to lean against the pillows.

She crawled into the crook of his arms and snuggled up against him, noticing he was focusing on the movie.

“Honey, what is this?”

“A romantic movie, silly.”

Noticing his frown, she giggled softly and snuggled even closer. It worked. Not too long into the movie she saw his boxers tent, so she pressed her body against his length.

“You rented a porn flick,” he said, his voice gruff.

“Oh, stop already,” she responded in her sexiest voice. “Come here.” Climbing on top of him now, she lay full length against him, feeling his cock press against her belly. “Kiss me, babe. Make love to me,” she wheedled while raining kisses on his chest, his neck, then rubbing her lips against his.

“This is torture,” he whispered, but gave in. He kissed her long and hard, his hands now on her buttocks, kneading them, his fingers creeping lower. Georgia spread her legs. She felt him scrunch the negligee up while his mouth devoured her, his hands feeling between her legs. Reaching down, she started to strip his shorts down his hips until his cock sprang free. Then she yanked at the nightie and pulled it up so that his cock touched her pussy. She heard his grunt, felt his reluctance ebb and ardor take over. Rubbing her clit and pussy against his cock did it. He almost ripped the nightie over her head, cupped both her breasts and kneaded them. She flung her head back, her blood now at boiling point, her ardor at an all time high. Pushing up on her hands, she lifted her hips and positioned her vagina above his throbbing cock.

“Georgia, honey—“

“Hush, baby, hush. I want this,” she said and started to lower herself onto his erection.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to—“

She pushed down hard and felt her hymen break. It didn’t hurt like hell like some of her friends had told her. Sure, Chris was big, and she could feel him all the way, but the breaking of her virginity? Damn, she hardly felt it. She was so wet right now, his fist would have fit. Well, maybe that was a bit of exaggeration, but oh, he felt so good within her, especially now he started to really fuck her.

Meeting him thrust for thrust, she could hear the movie in the background, the men and women making similar sounds, grunts, squeals of delight and screams of ecstasy.

“I’m coming, baby! I’m coming!” she shouted. She felt his body convulse into spasms as she flung her head back again, closing her eyes.

Collapsing onto his chest, she snuggled against him, felt his strong arms cradle her.

“I love you so much, babe,” he said softly, his breath still coming fast. “You’ve just given me the best going away to war gift a girl could give.”

“What do you mean?” Georgia sat straight suddenly, still straddling him, and looked at his face.

“I didn’t want to tell you until tomorrow. We have to postpone the wedding. I’ve been deployed.”

Her ardor was gone, replaced by fear for him. “Chris, babe, when?”

“I get shipped out on Wednesday. I have to report to base on Monday.”

Georgia lay next to him and cuddled against him. “That’s why you were so quiet tonight.”

“Yes, sweetheart. I didn’t want to spoil our evening.”

“I’m so glad I seduced you.”

“Hon, I could be gone twelve months or more. It’s going to change our wedding plans.”

“I’ll wait for you forever. I love you so much, Chris.”

He kissed her and then made love to her as she never could have imagined. The chocolate coated strawberries ended up inside her vagina with him eating them out of her. He taught her things she’d only ever read about. It was the best wedding night she ever could have imagined. She doubted that their actual wedding night could be any better.

Four weeks after Chris’s deployment, his parents came to tell her that he was gone. He was never coming back, except in a coffin. Harry had been her strength, her devout supporter. He’d gotten her through the funeral, was by her side whenever he could. When she found out two months after Chris had left that she was pregnant, she didn’t tell a soul. It was around the same time that Harry confided his love for her and she’d seduced him, just like she’d had Chris. Almost. It wasn’t the same. The feelings weren’t the same, the love she felt for Harry wasn’t what she’d felt for Chris, but Harry had filled that void. And when she told him she was pregnant, he believed the baby was his. They got married right away, quietly, with only their parents present.

The alien city…

Georgia wrapped her arms around her body as she thought about the big lie. Fortunately, Megan was a very small baby, barely five pounds. And when her due date came, she’d gone to visit family, so Megan wasn’t born in their hometown hospital. And the big lie continued. Megan had come very early.

And now I can never make it right again. I lied to Harry. Dear sweet Harry. He’s been such a good husband. I do really love him and I’ve got no right to be thinking about Chris and the intense love I felt for him. Chris is a distant memory now. It would devastate Harry to find out that Megan wasn’t his daughter. But I shouldn’t have lied. I should have told him the truth. He would have loved her just as much.

Sitting on a big rock watching the water cascade down into the pool they always bathed in, she splashed water onto her face. “Oh, Harry, where are you, darling?” she said aloud. “I’m so sorry I lied to you. I wish I could do it all over again. I’d do things differently. But what the hell do we know when we’re so young? I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so, so, sorry.”

A light reflected in the stream. Georgia stared at it, wondering what it was, when the light expanded and enveloped her. It felt good. It didn’t frighten her. Thinking it was just a reflection from the sun, she reached out to it and felt herself pulled. Her mind spun and she felt her body twirled and lifted. “What…what…”

“Stay calm. Everything will be fine,” a soft voice said, a voice she vaguely recollected but couldn’t put a name to. Her mind numbed. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift within the cocoon of light.

She landed on what felt like a bed of feathers. Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at her surroundings. She was in a room. An ultra modern room. Everything was white. The walls, the furniture, even the floor looked to be made of white porcelain. Georgia felt beneath her. She lay on a bed, a mattress so soft and comfortable that it molded completely to her body. The duvet that covered her was made of the finest white satin and so light she could barely feel it. She sat up. “Where am I now?” she whispered, still glancing around. The far wall was made of glass. Carefully she swung her legs over the side of the bed and placed her feet on the floor. She stood, noticing she now wore a long pale blue silky gown. Walking slowly to the window wall while feeling the soft material of the gown, she looked out at the scenery beyond it.

“A city of light,” she murmured. “Unbelievable. I’m in a weird dream.” Gazing over the sea of light emanating from thousands of windows just like hers, she noticed a tower, taller than any of the buildings surrounding it. Lifting her head, she looked up to see how tall it really was. High up above, she saw the tower’s spire. But it wasn’t quite a spire. It was a circular module, wider than the tower. It rotated very slowly, emanating a bright, white light that bathed the city below in its glow.

Georgia closed her eyes and opened them again. Nothing had changed except she noticed that at times the light changed to soft pastels, pinks, blues, greens, yellows, but they were of the faintest hue. Filled with wonder at the fantasy spectacle, Georgia stepped back and finally sat on the floor, wondering when she’d wake from the fantasy that she presumed to be induced by the hot sun and some sort of sunstroke. She’d wake soon. Cassie or one of the others would find her. “Harry, Harry…” she said softly. “I miss you so. Where are you?”

Tunnel collapse…

Harry wiped the sweat off his brow. How long had he been in this place from hell? He’d found out soon that there was no escape. Time blended. He had no idea if it was day or night when he slept. For all he knew he could have been working nights and been sleeping during the day. There was no time, no way of knowing. Beth, one of the female workers, had become his best friend. She always sought him out whenever she could and he’d learned a lot about her. She’d been a hooker when she met her husband, and their first child wasn’t his, but he didn’t know that. Beth had done drugs, heavy drugs, and she’d killed a man who’d abused her. Her pimp had gotten rid of the body and so she never paid for her crime, but she made it clear to Harry that the killing ate at her soul. That, and the lies.

“Harry, watch out. Guard is coming,” she warned him and poked him in the ribs.

“Sorry.” He continued with what he was doing and shoveled harder. He had no right to judge Beth—her crime was less than his own, and the murders of the men played havoc with his soul and mind.
Oh, God, I wish I’d done everything differently. I wish I’d involved the authorities. I had no right. No one has the right to take another’s life.

He glanced at Beth after the guard disappeared around the bend. “Beth?”

“Yeah, what?”

“Do you ever think about the man you killed?”

“Yes. I can still see his face in my mind. He was in his early twenties, handsome, quite the stud. I took his future away from him. The abuse wasn’t really all that bad. He seemed to think I liked it, so he continued and thought my screams were faked. To him it was a game, a sex game. If my pimp hadn’t given me a gun, it never would have happened. I pointed the gun at him and he laughed, thinking I was still playing. I was high as a kite and I pulled the trigger. I’ll never forget his face as long as I live.”

“Are you sorry?”

“Hell, yes. I wish I could live my life all over again. I would do so many things differently.”

“Your husband knew none of it? The man you killed? That the baby wasn’t his?”

“Nope. I don’t know who the baby’s father is. Being on drugs, I was really careless before I met Jack and I’d slept with so many men.”

“Was the baby alright? I mean, you were on drugs and—“

“Yes. I met Jack the first month of my pregnancy. He put me in rehab and helped me get clean. I only slept with him the one time. I fell in love with him the first time I met him and owned up to him about my addictions. He never knew I was a hooker. After I came out of rehab, we married right away because Jack was transferred to a different state. I left my past behind. Or so I thought. It haunted me and still does. I regret what I did, wish I could do it all over, but alas, I can’t.”