Samantha Parker's Story (Part 2)
Chapter 7
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Chapter Seven
Scott and Tracy had kissed
for a while and now
unfastening her bra. Scott was beginning to have second thoughts. Was this
worth dealing with the guilt he was sure to suffer later? Then Scott looked a
not as nice as Karen’s had been, but damned nice anyway!
could bring her back, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to find Samantha within
the next hour.
those years ago crossed Scott’s mind.
getting a good hard spanking. Scott felt his cock getting hard. That was it. He
got undressed.
clothes off. Her pussy was getting very wet, as she anticipated the sight of
his legendary dong. At the same time, she was just a little worried. Would she
be able to handle something that big? Well it’s too late to worry about that
now she thought. Scott turned toward the bed.
Parker’s monster cock and soon he would be ramming it into her pussy. Then
should see what was coming. That way, she could be prepared for it.
myth evaporated. His cock was big, but not huge.
of times. She thought Ted’s might even be longer, if not quite as big around.
Now Scott was on the bed between her legs and starting to eat her pussy.
was doing a good job. She might as well enjoy herself.
When he was pounding his cock
into
on the inward strokes, Scott was thinking how much he’d been missing something
like this. In spite of all his troubles, maybe life was still worth living.
About forty-five minutes
later, Scott was driving
home.
“After I lost Karen and the
baby, it seemed that there was nothing to live for. I still feel that way
sometimes. I went through pure hell for a while. I figured my life was over.
Then I realized that I probably deserved what happened to me. I knew it was
time to set some things right. I have a small business out west. I hired
someone who I could trust to manage it for a while. I sold my house. I made up
my mind to come back here to see Samantha. I had to try and make up for the
wrongs I’d done her.”
Scott Parker just wanted to fuck me. But hell, that’s
OK. He’s good in bed. He sure banged the hell out of me. It was
cops are probably still on the lookout for you.”
“I knew that was a risk I’d
have to take. I established a fake identity out west and I didn’t plan to stay
long. I figured I’d be OK for a few days, as long as I kept a low profile. I
just had to see Samantha. I thought I might be able to work something out with
Mary too. I flew in a couple of days ago. I picked this car up in Canfield and
drove down here. Look
quiet about this. I need some time to find Samantha. It looks like the cops are
doing nothing. She could be in trouble and right now, I’m the only person who
cares about her and wants to help her. I need a chance to do that. Understand?”
As they approached
here.
there at the motel. I’ll try to keep in touch. If I get things worked out,
maybe we can get back together.”
and walked off down the street.”
Anna
was logged onto the National Missing Persons database and she had Samantha’s
picture up on her computer screen. To anyone else, the image displayed was that
of an extremely attractive young girl. That very same image, viewed through
Anna’s eyes, was the devil incarnate. Anna finally decided that the time had
come to make good on her vow to make Samantha pay for her misdeeds. Anna’s
obsessive hatred of Samantha had grown to such a degree, that now, every bad
thing that had happened in her life was directly or indirectly Samantha’s
fault.
At
one time, Anna thought she would call the Bentlyville police and tell them that
Samantha had been in this area and that she was certain Samantha had murdered
her mom. Anna soon discarded this idea. She thought it would be very unlikely
that the police would be willing to admit they’d made a mistake about
specific location, the Bentlyville police would do little more than alert the
local authorities to be on the lookout for Samantha. For Anna, this wasn’t good
enough.
Now,
in the manner of President Bush, Anna determined she was going to “bring
Samantha to justice” and the first step was to find Samantha. Anna knew this
wouldn’t be easy and she might fail; just like the
President had failed to find Saddam’s weapons of mass destruction.
could have gone almost anywhere, after she dropped her at the bus station. At
least the bus station was a place to start. Just maybe she could find someone
who remembered seeing Samantha there that day. Anna printed out the picture of
Samantha and placed it in her purse.
Saturday
morning Anna drove over to the Rawlings bus station. All the stars and planets
must have been aligned in Anna’s favor. By luck, she had observed Allison
Chambers and Frank Nichols in their lunchtime tryst. Now, the first person to
whom she showed Samantha’s picture; was the porter who had seen Samantha fall
onto the concrete curb. “Sure I remember her. I always wondered what happened
to that poor girl. I almost called the hospital, but I didn’t know her name.”
Anna
asked, “What happened? Was she badly hurt?”
“I
was right by that door over there when it happened. I heard someone scream. I
looked out and saw this girl hit the deck like a ton of bricks. I came running
out and she was laying there knocked out cold. Blood was already pooling up
around her head. She looked to me to be in bad shape. We called 911 and they
hauled her off. She was still out cold when they took her away.”
“Do
you know what hospital they took her too?”
“There’s
only one in town young lady.
the porter said, “So you know that girl. What’s her name?”
“Oh
yes, I know her very well. In fact, I know her better than anyone does. Her
name is Samantha.”
“Oh,
like the witch on that old TV show. She sure didn’t look like a witch!”
“Well
looks can be very deceiving.” Anna handed the porter a twenty-dollar bill and
said, “Thanks for your time.”
As
he watched Anna walking away, the porter got an uneasy feeling. He was almost
certain that she was up to no good. Now he regretted talking to her. Then he
glanced down at the twenty-dollar bill. Well, he really needed the money. He
sighed and stuffed the bill into his pocket.
The
fat old biddy at the hospital information desk was about a hundred years old
and didn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground. She was worse than useless.
She must have screwed around on the computer for ten minutes. Finally, she
said, “No there was no
dear.”
Anna
thought fuck you! You’re a useless old whore! I know damned well she was
admitted. This is the only game in town. Too bad, they can’t hire someone
without Alzheimer’s to run the fucking information desk. Anna got her temper in
check and said sweetly, “My friend had an accident. She had a head injury. If
she was admitted, where would they take her?”
The
old biddy said, “Why upstairs, young lady.”
This
was too much for Anna and she exploded, “I know fucking upstairs, you stupid
old cow! But fucking where upstairs?”
The
old lady looked as if she might be having a heart
attack or shitting in her drawers. Anna couldn’t tell which. Suddenly the old
biddy seemed to get control and she asked, “Do you see that big bronze placard
on the wall right over there dear?” Anna glanced around and nodded. “Well that’s
the fucking directory. Haul your skinny ass over there and look at it and leave
me the fuck alone!”
Anna
said, “Thank you.” and went over to check out the directory. Looked like trauma
cases went to the third floor.
When
Anna got out of the elevator on the third floor, there was a sleazy-looking
cleaning guy mopping the hall. He was short and hunched
over. He wasn’t old. Anna guessed he was in his twenties, but God was he ugly!
Anna wondered how someone could get that ugly in only twenty years. The
cleaning guy stopped mopping and gave her a long look
up and down. He smiled. Anna almost cringed; hell and damnation, his teeth,
what was left of them, were green. Anna rushed past him and on down the hall.
That guy gave her the creeps.
Doug
Ferron plopped his mop into the bucket. Damn that was a nice looking piece of
ass, even if it was a bit skinny for his taste. The way she’d rushed off down
the hall, Doug could tell the bitch had the hots for him. She couldn’t trust
herself to hang around him too long. She was probably shy. Doug hadn’t seen
that hot little bitch up here before. It wasn’t likely she was visiting someone
on the floor. Doug knew all the patients and their routine visitors. He kept
very good track of that. He’d just have to mosey on down the hall and find out
what she wanted up here, besides him.