Samantha Parker's Story
Chapter 21
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Chapter: Twenty One
Burt got home around
him limp as a wet rag. She was one woman who would never get enough, no matter
how good it was. But Burt had to admit, he’d really
enjoyed himself. Her ass was almost as spankable as Samantha’s
and he had given it a good going over. Seeing those long sexy stocking-encased
legs kicking in the air when he had her sexy ass really burning, was a major
turn on for Burt and he was sure the spanking had got Allison turned on too.
Then later in the bed…those long legs wrapped around
his waist, as he drove his cock into that hot pussy! Yes, it was a night to
remember, but Burt knew he was going to pay for it in a very short while. It
was only a couple of hours, before he had to be ready to face another day. Burt
thought, if he was still in his twenties it would be
no big deal. But he wasn’t in his twenties and hadn’t
been for a long time.
After he was in bed, Burt
began to think about Anna and Samantha. What was he going to do about that
situation? He wondered how long Samantha had waited up for him and he began to
feel guilty. Then there was Anna. How was he going to smooth things over with
her? And now, Allison Chambers was involved as well.
Burt supposed that there were lots of men who wished
they had his problem. But having three very hot
females to satisfy wouldn’t be an easy situation to deal with; especially when
at least one of them was extremely jealous. Burt also knew that Allison hadn’t
looked upon this evening as just a one-night stand. He expected she’d be
considering him her personal property now. Well, if that was
the case, he’d have to let her know differently and in very short order. Just
before he fell asleep, Burt thought again that his life was getting much too
complicated.
Samantha awoke to the sound
of rain beating against her bedroom window. She got out of bed and went over to
look outside. It was a gloomy fall day. Gusts of wind were driving the rain in
first one direction and then another. Samantha could see the driveway and noted
that Burt’s car wasn’t there. Either he didn’t come home at all last night or
he was already gone again. The weather had turned considerably cooler over
night and now Samantha began to shiver. She was still dressed in the short pink
nightgown. She pulled it off and got into her sweatshirt and jeans. Samantha
sighed, as she folded the little nightgown and placed it in the drawer. Well so
much for that. Samantha went to look out the window again and thought Burt
could have at least let her know what happened last night.
Then the little voice
started, “You really think Burt has to explain anything to you Samantha! You’re
getting a little above yourself aren’t you? Burt already knows what a slut you
are. He knows you’re available any time. He’s not worried about your feelings.
Hell, he knows in a couple of days you’ll be begging for it again, just like a
dog trying to get scraps from the table! He has better things to do than spend
all his time trying to keep you satisfied. It wouldn’t be possible anyway,
would it? You’d better stick with the old standby Samantha. You started last
night in the bathroom. Why don’t you finish it now? It might hold you for a
little while, until Burt decides to throw you another scrap.” Samantha brushed
the tears from her eyes and slowly went downstairs to start another day.
When Anna awoke and heard the
sound of rain pelting down on the roof, she groaned and rolled over in bed.
Last night was pure hell and this morning she felt like hell. At least the
cramps weren’t too bad now. Anna didn’t know what time Uncle Burt got in, but
she heard him leaving the house at
this morning as usual. It would be wonderful to just go back to sleep now and
forget her worries, but Anna knew she couldn’t do that. This was a very
important day. No matter the risk involved, she had to see it through for Uncle
Burt’s sake and her own.
Anna got dressed, carefully
folded the news article about Samantha’s mom she printed out last night and put
it into her purse. Then she went down to the kitchen. Samantha was pouring
water into the coffee maker and when Anna entered, she turned quickly and said,
“Good morning.” And then went back to fiddling with
the coffee maker.
Anna sat down at the table
and said, “Good morning Samantha.”
Anna noted that Samantha was
looking very depressed this morning. She was certain that Samantha had been
crying and was trying to keep her from noticing. She wondered what could be
wrong. Then Anna figured it out. God how stupid I was! Some detective I am!
Samantha was waiting up for Uncle Burt last night. That’s why she was up
wandering around the house. That’s why she was listening at my door. She wanted
to make sure I was asleep before he got home! Christ almighty, what a little
whore she is! Uncle Burt just fucked her in the afternoon and that wasn’t
enough for her! No wonder she’s down in the dumps this morning. Of course, Anna
conveniently forgot all the times she had wanted sex more than once in a day.
As she started the coffee
maker Samantha said, “You’re going to be late for school if you don’t get a
move on. Do you want me to fix you something to eat?”
“I’m not going. I have
cramps.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Anna. I hope
you’ll feel better soon. I could fix you some hot tea. That might help.”
“I’ll be OK. I have something
important to talk to you about.”
Instantly, Samantha
experienced a strong feeling of dread. She was almost certain that, some way…
somehow, Anna knew what had happened between her and Burt yesterday. Samantha
went to the table and sat down. She noticed that Anna was very nervous. She was
wringing her hands and obviously trying to avoid looking directly at Samantha.
you won’t loose your temper. Remember violence never solves anything.”
Samantha was flabbergasted.
What could Anna possibly be thinking of? Samantha had never lost her temper in
front of Anna. In fact, if anything, Samantha was very slow to anger
happened to her were deserved. And how could Anna get the
idea that she was a violent person? Samantha knew that she was a wimp
won’t get mad. What do you want to talk about?”
“Samantha I know some things
about you. Please don’t get me wrong. You have to believe me. I don’t know
much, just a little.”
“OK Anna, what do you know?”
“I know that your name is
Samantha Parker and that you ran away from Bentlyville. I think the police may
be looking for you.” Now Anna got a little panicky and rushed on, “I didn’t
call the police! I would never do that! You can trust me Samantha. I swear!”
Samantha said, “Calm down
Anna. I believe you. But how did you find out?”
“I’d rather not say.
know that’s a big problem Samantha. I mean, you can’t just stay out here
forever and never see anyone. If it got out that Uncle Burt was harboring a
runaway girl. Well, you know what the talk would be like. Uncle Burt’s
reputation would probably be ruined. I just don’t want him to be drawn into a
scandal and then there’s your dad’s reputation. All that might come up again
too. My uncle has been very good to you Samantha. I know you wouldn’t want to
see him get hurt on your account.”
Samantha already knew what
Anna was leading up to. Her shoulders slumped and she
let out a long sigh as she thought it was one hell of a day to hit the road
again. Then she asked, “What do you think I should do Anna?”
“Well, you have money now. I
know Uncle Burt paid you for three weeks; that’s $600 and look!” Anna reached
into the pocket of her jeans, came out with some crumpled bills and placed them
on the table. “Here’s almost $200 I’ve saved. You can have that too. There’s a
bus station in Rawlings, it’s about fifty miles from here. I’ll drive you over.
Maybe you should think about going back home. Anyway, you should have enough
money to take a bus anywhere you decide to go.”
Samantha thought that Anna
was very anxious to see her go and she couldn’t blame her. She was an intruder
here, she didn’t fit in and she knew it. Samantha said, “I guess you’re right
Anna. I don’t want you or your Uncle Burt to get involved in my problems.
You’ve been good to me and it wouldn’t be fair.” Samantha pushed the money back
toward Anna and said, “You keep that. I have enough. I’ll go up and pack now.”
Anna and Samantha made the
ride to Rawlings in near silence. Samantha thought one thing Anna said made
good sense. She should go back home. She still loved her mom very much and she
missed her a lot. She needed to go home and try to patch things up. Perhaps, by
now, her mom didn’t hate her so much. Samantha hoped that was true. Anyway, she
would try her best to get her mom to forgive her and just maybe to love her a
little again. That’s all Samantha really wanted;
someone to love her.
When Anna pulled into the bus
station, the rain was coming down in torrents. Samantha said, “Thanks for
driving me over here Anna and please tell your uncle thanks for everything. Be
careful driving back.”
Samantha got out of the car
and pulled her suitcase from the back seat. As she started to walk away, Anna
did a quick check to make sure all the car doors were locked. Then she rolled
the driver’s side window down and called out, “Wait Samantha! Come back!”
Samantha turned back and came
up to the side of the car. Anna reached into her purse and took out the folded
news article. She handed it to Samantha and said, “You might be interested in
this.” Then she quickly drove away.
Samantha stood in the pouring
rain, looking at the folded piece of paper in her hand. She turned and ran
toward the covered concrete platform at the front of the bus station. Once
under some shelter, Samantha sat her suitcase down and unfolded the scrap of
paper. “Local Woman Found Dead Daughter
Missing” As Samantha scanned the first few lines of the news story, she
began to get dizzy. Her hand opened and the scrap of paper blew away across the
parking lot. It seemed as if the world was spinning at a dizzying pace and
Samantha was falling into a swirling vortex. Samantha let out a heart-wrenching
wail and fell to the concrete; hitting the back of her head on the curb, as her
body came crashing down.
A porter, who was standing
near the front entrance, heard Samantha’s scream and saw her fall down onto the
concrete. He rushed out, bent down and saw that Samantha was unconscious. Then
he saw the pool of blood slowly forming around the back of her head. He rushed
back inside shouting, “Someone call 911!!”