PART ONE d – The Third Date

  "For the moment? Let's forget about all this… stuff. Let's just get back to the here and now. Okay? That all right? Tell me what you see."

  "I see a gorgeous girl, actually. She's dancing. Running the risk of going over 100? She's dancing, kind of like a nitwit. But I love watching her do it."

  "Uh huh. What exactly, is the problem here. Forget all this… stuff. Just… look. Was it that long ago, when I started giving you a little show? You. Just stood there, staring. Were you lying to me? All I heard was, holy shit, oh my god, Jesus H. Christ. You? Just stood there, rooted to the spot. And again, unless you were lying to me? You called me… your dream girl. You said I looked like an Olympic athlete to you. I wanna say, you said something like, I make you just wanna take your dick out and beat it. Or maybe I heard you wrong."

  "You heard right. You do. You wanna watch me beat off to you dancing like a nitwit? I have zero problem with that. You don't have to threaten me with a whip or anything."

  "Honestly. Like a lot of stuff. I never actually had a guy stand there and py with himself in front of me. That, would be a real novelty. I would rather not see you do that right this second? I'd rather you saved your… ammo pouch for now, but. Sometime in the future? Yeah. I'll either ask you to do it, or I'll tell you to do it, and then you will. I mean, asking you and you do it is fine, but I won't lie. Making you do it? So, much more fun for me."

  "Are you drunk?"

  "I have this little buzz. I don't think I'm hammered. Are you?"

  "Buzzed…"

  "Okay. When you see a girl you think is pretty… and…"

  "Gorgeous. You're not pretty, you're gorgeous. Your body? Is…"

  "Hmm. I never get tired of hearing that. You? Are so sweet. I like that about you, really I do. I'm serious. Now. When you see a pr---, okay. Gorgeous girl. Dancing naked. Standing on her head, literally by the way… just to get your attention. Now, this is the same girl, that not very long ago? Pretty much kidnapped you, and dragged you out in the middle of nowhere. Just happens, to be into exactly what you're into. Has the same secret… thing you have. Loved doing it to you, and you? You can't hide it, you loved it being done to you. She did it twice already. You know she's about to do it a third time. If I have to? All I have to do, is give you some rough, dirty, naughty talk. Kiss your neck, put my hand on your dick… and… putty. You will do, anything I ask or tell you, to do. Why are you fighting me."

  "I'm not, fighting you. I…"

  "You what then. Before, you couldn't take your eyes off me. I loved it. You made me feel, so…"

  "Gorgeous. What you are, is absolutely gorgeous."

  "What are you afraid of. This all started, when I called you my boyfriend, didn't it."

  "Not exactly, but…"

  "I'm single. You? Said you were single."

  "I am."

  "Not anymore, you're not."

  He just stared.

  "Are you here with me? Yes. Did we already have sex? We did. You raved about it. We also pyed. I pyed with you, is what I call it. Once. Then twice. About to py with you, a third time. Like you're not going to enjoy it, pffft."

  "You must be drunk."

  "Swear I'm not. Now. Why wouldn't you want to stay here, tomorrow and even tomorrow night. Again. Have all the same fun. Or, different fun. Both really. I mean, I guess you could run away in the woods, hide, then try to get a ride home eventually. But… why would you. No. So, you would stay here tomorrow, too. Why not, right?"

  "I can't take my eyes off you. I'm trying to remember why you're not right, but…"

  "Uh huh. I showed you, twice. About to a third time, that I just happen to love, what you love. Something weird. Something special. Something very hard to find. Same as me. Tell me, its not a compulsion of some kind. You can't say no to it. My first make out session, ever? Young girl. How it pops into my mind, to… snap a wet towel on the boys bare butt, alone with him. The stuff, just pops into your head. You can't help it. Sound familiar?"

  "Well…"

  "Uh huh. You find it… embarrassing. But, its a compulsion, too. Your whole life, it starts when you're young. When you start noticing… me noticing boys, you, noticing girls… those naughty thoughts, and you know the ones I mean. They just pop right in. Don't they? Tell me I'm wrong."

  "I can't say you're wrong."

  "I know, right? If I was making this up, because I'm a loony stalker, I couldn't know this much about it. No, you know its the real deal. Those naughty… dirty… disgusting… perverted… images. They just pop into your head. And you know the ones I mean. You wouldn't talk about it to anyone, when you were young. I know I wouldn't. That shit was top secret. But, there's a problem that arises, isn't there? Yeah, you know what the big problem is. You must find a way to… and how? You're too embarrassed for anyone to ever know, but at the same time… you simply must find a girl and spill the beans. Somehow. Some way."

  "Do I have to admit it?"

  "You can lie, but I know better. You have about as much chance, of changing it? Uh, you ever try to quit beating off, as a kid? You said you were Catholic, so… its a sin. You feel so bad. Why can't you quit doing the bad thing? Some parents aren't terribly helpful. Its supposed to be shameful. Or disgusting. Thank god, no doctors will do anything, except treat the parents now. But… you have about as much chance of changing those thoughts, and those desires… as stopping beating off. I mean, you can quit acting it out. But, you'll go half nuts. You can't stop the images, the desires. The ideas that pop into your head. I give you some rough and dirty talk? Putty. I know it, you know it. Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm lying."

  "I can't"

  "Okay. So. Rest of tonight. Probably tomorrow, tomorrow night. Its happening. Its the here and now. I do it, you want it. You stared at me, game over."

  "You're so sure of yourself."

  "Run away. I bet you won't. I won't chase you. Go."

  "Hmm."

  "Still here? Ha. Now then. We'll get back, doesn't matter. Sunday? Now, eventually. If you don't come prowling around, to look at the girl you liked staring at. The one that freely does those dirty things you like, that you desperately crave being done to you… well… even if you do manage to stay away? I'll come prowling for you. I don't have to do a damn thing, all I have to do is sit there and smile. You'll know. I'll know. One of us will suggest another date. Another get together. Something. Then? You know you can't say no. If you try? Pffft. I'll just whisper something particurly naughty in your ear… putty. Tell me, this won't go on. Go on, try to sell me that one."

  "Again…"

  "I know, right? Then, where are we. I'll tell you where we'll both be at. We, will be exactly here again. Or in some other spot. Same shit though. See the cycle?"

  "I have to admit…"

  "Look. I come over, and I drop my jeans. Down to my ankles. Flex my legs, turn around and show you my calves… I mean not one word. Then, I'll just wiggle my finger at you. The finger says? Come here. I will pull my jeans up, turn around and walk out… wiggling the finger, beckoning… and? You will follow. To? Wherever. I'll take you to… abandoned building. Naughty story in your ear… use you like a sex crime victim. Because that's what I do. You? Get used like a sex crime victim. That's what you do. Down the river. Motel room. Janitor's closet. Shower room, after hours."

  "I like you. I like the special things you do. As well as the more normal things, too. What's the point."

  "You expin to me, how I'm not your girlfriend now. You're here now. We'll probably be here tomorrow and tomorrow night, too. Whenever we go back… it will happen again, we both know it. Is that not the definition of a girlfriend? Tell me I'm wrong."

  Staring.

  "Oh. Teeny rule. Not a biggie, but. There will not be another girl coming around, making eyes at you. I will knock the ever loving shit out of her. Try me. You don't follow girl's soccer, do you."

  "Do I get another 20, if I don't…"

  "Do you want 120 instead? Give me the word. Its just a number. But no, you can stay at your measly 100. Mommy? Has decided to have pity on you. I actually feel… not sorry for you, but… I'm kidding. Half kidding, something like that. But… that's not important. What is important? Do you know what a goon is."

  "In hockey, there's guys that---"

  "Yep. I'm a starter. I'm a broad utility pyer, everything except goal tending, but… I'm also on the goon squad. Every team, that has even limited contact? Has them. No avoiding it. Most goons, their main talent is size and strength, some sports their speed gives them power too, but… I'm a utility skill pyer, and I'm a… useful goon. You don't have to take the more useful skilled pyer out, to have one of your main goons on the field. I'm already there. If the other team doesn't py clean, with skill, like they're supposed to? Here I come."

  "You're a big, strong girl."

  "Find me a girl on campus, that will cross me. Good luck."

  "As we… as you… recently established. I'm a fighter. There's someone for everyone, no one is the best, ever. If you happen to be the best? You will get taken down. Today, tomorrow, two years from now. Its not a guideline, its not a rule, its a w. That myth, of the unbeatable fighter? That's… action movie fantasy. Not real life."

  "Yes. They drill that into our heads in sports, too. For the skill pyers, for the goon pyers, for the utility pyers. Its true. But… still go and find one, that will cross me. If I can't win, I'll make sure they won't do it a second time. It will not be worth their while. You'll need to find some… boxer girl, some pro karate girl on TV, some of that shit. But on campus? You might, but, good luck."

  "I don't believe this. I'm standing here, watching you dance like a nitwit, while you expin this… and I can't…"

  "You know I'm right. You py chess, right?"

  "Yes. Not great at it, but I py. I'm okay, if you're not one of those chess club timer pyers. You py?"

  "Tried a couple times, I'm not very good at it. Don't have to be. This is all a chess game, and I've got the board covered. What would you say? I've seen people that can py. Its kinda aggravating when they do it, but cool too. They sit, they study the board. Then finally, after a long time, slowly move that one piece… then, again, couple minutes ter, they finally lift their finger off, that's it. Can't take the move back now… and they announce it. Okay… and that's? Mate in three. They then sit there and tell you, each best possible move. It drives you fucking nuts, because…"

  "I don't do it a lot, but… every now and again, yeah. I will announce… mate in two, mate in three, then call their moves before they do them. Knight over there… then? Yeah, they can't not move it there."

  "Great. I'm calling, mate in three, or whatever. Go on, study the board."

  "I'm not sure, I was going to put up that much of a fight. At least, not this weekend…"

  "Yeah. Figured on that. Only another girl? Can try to break that cycle, you're caught in. Not happening. Also? I'm going to mark you. You? Are going to be my property. You? Will belong to me. Its done. Well, quite soon, but. That's that. Case closed. I dare any girl to cross my mark."

  "What about me? I have no agency."

  "Agency? What agency…"

  "Free will, to the less literary inclined among us tonight."

  "You soon won't. You might not realize it fully, at first. But… eventually, you will. In a very short time? What you think of as your free will, is going to become an illusion. You, will create this illusion for yourself. Because that's what people do. But… in the end, its the same."

  "Not sure I'm buying that one. If I were to fight you, and I'm not saying I am yet, just pointing out. That? Is the one puzzle piece I would pry up, and… it would only take one weak link and the chain breaks."

  "Okay. Whatever you say. Let me ask you a question. If I may."

  "No, go on, go on. This is… all very fascinating."

  "Is it? Hmm. What… exactly, do you think will happen to you, if I catch you… breaking certain rules I am going to make, do you think."

  "Like, what kinds of rules are we talking about."

  "Well, there's the--- oh, poop. Honey? I'm in my bare feet, and I don't wanna get dirty. Step on a sharp rock. I'm on the bnk-y. Would you…"

  "Oh. What do you want. In the car?"

  "Really nowhere else for any of our stuff to be, right?"

  "Good point. What…"

  "I hate to run you, but…"

  I lifted my bare feet up one at a time, and put them down.

  "No. Like its that far away. What."

  "Okay… trunk, but… get the keys, out of the ignition. Then unlock the trunk. I'll tell you…"

  I watched him take the dozen steps to the car. He reached in the open window, snatched the keys out the ignition. Several steps ter he was at the trunk, and had the keys in it and it was popped up.

  "Okay…"

  I lifted first one foot, then the other as I spoke again.

  "I hate to get dirty feet, if I don't have to."

  "Trunk, gorgeous…"

  "Thank you. There's a box. You'll see… those ntern thingies? Whole box. Then wait. I'm thinking…"

  "Take your time. Gorgeous."

  "Thanks, you really are such a sweetie pie sometimes, you know that? I just love it."

  "Great. My minor? Is in Sweetie-pie-ism. You know that, right."

  "Ha. That's cute…"

  "And?"

  "You should see… jug of water, jug of some kinda juice. Grab those. Mommy? Packed food, water, juice. Pile of bnkets, sleeping bag? Might as well bring those, too."

  I watched him bring it in a pile, and drop it. I was lifting my feet again, alternately, while I spoke again.

  "Oh. Keys, back in the ignition. Please?"

  "Anything else…"

  "No, I don't--- oh, wait. I'm dancing around like a nitwit anyways, right?"

  "You sure are."

  "But am I still moderately gorgeous, while I do it?"

  He looked at me, and I smiled and wiggled my fingers in the air. He smiled back.

  "Thank you for not letting me get my feet dirty. I hate that. You are so sweet. What if you touch my feet, like, a foot rub te tonight for mommy? You want clean feet, right?"

  "Oh yeah. Ugly feet, dirty feet, all bad."

  "Thanks. I want music. For a dancing nitwit. Don't turn the lights on, I can do an hour easy, more like three… without the battery getting bad. I've checked it a million times, I'm good. Just turn the ignition back, so you can… I don't need big volume. Just background."

  "Yeah… what station?"

  "The one all the way to the right. The st one on the passenger's side. That's… the cssical, soft station. For background? That's my favorite background."

  I heard the music pying. I did the lifting and looking at my feet thing again.

  "Oh, thank you. Last thing?"

  "And…"

  "Glove box. There's a little box in there, can't miss it."

  "Got it."

  "All right. Just make sure the glove box is closed. Battery. I mean, I know the radio is beating that little light? No sense helping the radio win more."

  "Don't worry. Its closed."

  I was still lifting and lowering my feet, as if inspecting them, once again.

  "You are so sweet. And does a dancing nitwit, have the slightest chance of a foot rub ter?"

  "Definite maybe."

  "Ooh baby. Uh… might as well grab the toys on the hood. That's for ter, or… whenever. We're gonna eat, if you want."

  He grabbed the whip and the rope for me, and dropped them as well.

  "Thank you. You? Were magnificent. Sit…"

  And, he sat down.

  "Hmm. Now, where were we?"

  "Where was I? I was yammering something about free will… I was also dancing like a nitwit, right?"

  "A gorgeous nitwit. Not a subtle difference."

  "Hmm. You want something to eat? Mommy thought ahead. We can't go driving out to eat, both drinking brandy and get popped by the piggies, can we."

  "No."

  "I'd lose my schorship. I doubt you'd enjoy it if you were driving."

  "I can think of more fun things to do, than spend the night in jail."

  "I know, right? Hey. I got something for you. I'm pretty sure… but…"

  "What?"

  "The little box, from the glove box? Give…"

  I held out my hand and wiggled my fingers. I took the small box, and moved closer to him, and looked down at him.

  "Oh shit-sky. Brandy? Last thing, I think I promise this time. Oh, don't hate Mommy."

  He was back in seconds, and now the brandy bottle was there as well.

  "I, am not drunk. Little buzz. You said buzzed too."

  "I would say more or less, but its less."

  "You always have to have a pun, or some kind of wordpy, don't you."

  "I try. Its, one of my things."

  "Hmm. Here, open the little box…"

  Standing above him, still naked and all, I handed him down the the box. I idly pyed with pushing my feet on him. He'd look at me, I'd smile.

  "Oh my. What have we here."

  "Yeah. I have absolutely no idea, how that got in there. Here's a lighter. Now where did that come from, I don't even smoke."

  "How did you know I…"

  "A little green county bird told me. Was the bird lying to me?"

  "That bird, spake the truth."

  "Spake?"

  "Wordpy thingy. Like the bible nguage?"

  "Gotcha."

  He lit and blew out the hand rolled cigarette. He inhaled deeply, held it, then blew it slowly out his nose. Did it a second time then paused. Then, he looked up at me.

  "What?"

  I didn't even speak, I just snapped my fingers and held my hand out. He passed it to me. He looked at me strangely while I hit it twice, then passed it back. It was the size of a real cigarette in girth and length

  "Stub it out when you're good. We'll finish it ter."

  "Yes, mommy."

  "That's a good boy. Now? Sandwiches. A few ptes with foil, which we have to peek to see in…"

  We ate. When done, I put the ptes and other stuff back in the box, and stood near him again. Once again, idly pushing first one foot, and then the other into him gently.

  "What's with you?"

  I smiled.

  "Nothing. Is it that horrible?"

  "I can live with it, if it does something for you."

  "Great. Cause I had no intention of quitting anyways. How fortunate. So, I was wondering."

  "Yes?"

  "Did you notice, by any chance… that I was still naked?"

  "Yes. I'm getting quite used to it, and I heartily approve, by the way. I may forbid you to wear clothes, when not in public. I'm thinking about it, anyways."

  "Strip."

  "Now?"

  "No, silly. Next week. I'm naked, we've been fucking and pying. You've been checking me out. I wanna see you, too. Fair is fair. I've only seen your butt. I wanna see the rest of my… whatever you are. What am I again, your date?"

  "We are on a date, that works."

  "Oh goody."

  "You're silly now."

  "I know. Ain't it great?"

  "I suppose."

  I knelt down, and approached him on all fours, slowly. My dopey smile on.

  "If I tell you to strip? That indicates I want all your clothes off. For future reference. I mean, seriously now, what man in your position wouldn't want to take his clothes off."

  I was kneeling next to him, watching him begin to get undressed ying there for me. I suddenly began ripping clothes off. When he started to move, I roughly shoved him back down, and continued to yank them off myself, while I expined it curtly.

  "I said strip. When I say strip, that means the clothes come off now, not ter on. And you were undressing. What I'm doing now? That's stripping. The clothes come off as quick as possible. See the difference? Now you know. When I say strip, I mean strip, not something else."

  I put my hand firmly on his chest to keep him down. He could get up if he really wanted to, but he didn't. He had been thinking about coming up on his knees most likely, to be with me. I issued him a curt order.

  "Stay."

  I wanted to see his body finally. Have it id out for my inspection. Enjoy it some. I ran my hands all over him, feeling him. Fingertips, palms, backs and sides of the hands everywhere slowly. When he moved around too much, I shoved more roughly back down and held him more firmly.

  "Stay! Stay, means remain still. Stay, does not mean you stay for a moment, then you start moving around. You're not being hurt. Not yet, anyways. You would think it would be better to y still and enjoy this fun part, before the rough stuff comes."

  "Sorry."

  "Not yet, you're not. Sorry comes ter. Sorry comes when you have to ask for it, remember?"

  "Yes."

  I grabbed the riding crop, and swung my leg over him so I came to rest sitting up on him. From my knees to my ankles were tucked in against him. Riding him like this, I smiled and sort of menaced him with the riding crop, tapping him very gently on the cheeks. Tapping him lightly on the head. Sometimes pushing it gently but firmly up from under his chin. I interspersed this with running it over any body part I could reach, then back to the remainder.

  "Okay. We're going to have a little talk. Sometimes? This talk will mean I'm doing the talking, and you're doing the listening. Taking notes. Understand that?"

  "Yes."

  "Good. Other times, talking will mean I'll want an answer from you. You'll wait to be asked, then you'll provide the answer. You will not immediately ask another question. When you're asked a question, you answer the question, then you'll close your mouth back up, and go right back to listening. Do you understand this?"

  "Yes."

  "If I don't want a question answered, and I want you to expin something? I'll tell you to expin it. Then, you're allowed to go on doing the expnation, which might even be asking me one or more questions. Understand?"

  "Yes."

  "You will not cut me off. You will not talk over me. You will not correct me. Now. I am not an unreasonable person. You may find at some point that I get something wrong, and you actually need to expin the difference to me. It happens. But, you'll ask politely, and wait for permission to be allowed to expin what you feel you need to. Is that clear?"

  "Yes."

  "All right. I know this might sound mean, its not. I want to have this important little talk, in an orderly fashion. Do you understand the ground rules for our little talk we're about to have?"

  "Yes."