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CH 22 JANE'S STORY

It was nice to have a man hold me. With the exception of Denny, I hadn't been with a man since Claire's father. Denny was my first love, but we were crossed by the stars. By the time we found each other again, he was married and we both had kids.

I'd never told Denny, or Rikki, what happened after Miguel's wedding. I didn't like to think about the darkness in my past. That's the reason I changed my name, to become a different person, the person my daughter would need me to be.

"Denny, that was wonderful." I felt him pull me tighter and kiss the back of my neck. I shifted my sore ass until I felt his hard cock nestled in my ass crack. I clenched and relaxed my cheeks, a trick I learned years ago when I was a stripper. We called it ass-turbaition. I made a lot of money with this move. This was the first time I did it naked, and didn't charge the guy.

Denny and I lay in my bed and I used my ass cheeks to stroke his cock as he played with my tits. He nuzzled my neck and kissed my back as his breathing grew ragged. I felt his shaft swell as his hips rocked in time with mine. I reached back and rubbed his balls until I heard Denny grunt, and felt hot cum spurt onto my lower back.

Denny whispered into my ear, " Holy fuck, that was amazing."

I smiled and rolled over to face my friend and lover. I kissed him and stared into his eyes, "Damn it Denny, I should have been your wife." That wasn't what I planned to say, but it wasn't the first or even the millionth time I had that thought. My voice was filled with anger, regret, sadness and bitterness.

Denny looked at me, kissed my nose and tried to snap me out of my funk by quoting my favorite musical, "I guess the 'Fickle Finger of Fate' decided against us." Not even the wisdom of Charity Hope Valentine was enough to cheer me up. I had told Rikki, and to a lesser extent, Denny all about my past, until I met him at Miranda's wedding. Then only a small part of the aftermath of the terrible day that followed.

I was ready to open up to Denny about that part of my life. I didn't want to just blurt out that I was a stripper, a whore, made extreme bondage films, and suicidal. All because of one day that changed the world."Fuck that finger, and the bitch that turned everything to shit." The bitterness in my voice would have made a lemon taste sweet.

Denny looked at me, and I saw the realization dawn on his face. Never let it be said that Denny missed the blatantly obvious, but the merely obvious did get by him more often than not. He's a good guy, with some great qualities, but he's not the most observant person I'd ever met. I could hear his voice in my head, 'I knew she wanted to talk about her past because she said... 'I want to talk about my past.'

"We've never discussed what happened after I put you on the bus, except that your bag was stolen. If you want to talk about it, I'm willing to listen. This is a safe place and nothing you say will go beyond us. I won't even tell Rikki." Then he kissed me on top of my head.

I gave him a sad, little smile and moved closer to him, to help stave off the sudden chill that washed over me. "So, you know I grew up in New York City, and graduated from Brooklyn Tech. While in BT, At my sweet 16, Bobby, the cute and popular jock kissed me, and we started dating.

We dated for about two and a half years. His parents had an odd relationship, and one day I found out why. My parents were a normal, boring, generic, white couple. His parents were into BDSM, and had a full-time Dominant submissive relationship. I found out one fate filled day, when I walked in on them."

Just thinking about what I saw in Bobby's living room still got me hot. "His mom was naked, on all fours. She had a bone in her mouth, and whined as his dad called her a bad dog. I couldn't help but think how pretty and happy she looked as she shimmied her tits. They saw me a few seconds later, and I ran."

Denny could feel how cold my skin was. He pulled me close to help me get warm. I told you great guy, loving, considerate, thoughtful, but married, and not to me. "His mom found me in Bobby's room, she was dressed, no leash, or collar. She asked me to keep their secret, which I agreed to do.

No one has ever heard about this, until now. We talked about BDSM, and she suggested some things to read. The stuff I read opened my eyes to a whole slew of possibilities I never knew existed. I'd always been one to let others make decisions for me."

Denny's hands began to move over my body. He could feel how cold I was and he tried to warm me with friction, and to get my blood flowing. "Bobby was my first owner, I gave him utter control over me. What I wore, when I slept, what I ate, everything. It was wonderful, but we were still in high school, so, there was all the usual teenage bullshit. We broke up right before graduation. Then came college."

Denny pulled me on top of him to better share his body heat and he kept rubbing my back. "Then I went to UT. I majored in Aerospace design, but hated it. I switched to Business, and met Miranda.

We became good friends, one night she invited me to her place for dinner. We got drunk on wine, then we drank each other. That was my first time with a girl. The next time, Miguel joined us. We became a semi-regular hookup, and I moved into their second bedroom. Sometimes I'd bring home an open minded guy and the four of us hooked up."

When I took a breath, Denny kissed me, not to turn me on, but to try and get my blood moving. "One day Miranda put an end to the hookups. She told me there was another guy she loved, and if he couldn't be one of her lovers, then she didn't want anyone else. Right before the wedding, she told me that Miguel's best man was this sexy sailor, and how we'd be perfect for each other. My dumbass never realized that the sailor was the guy she loved."

We were already under my king size comforter, so Denny took the unused half, doubled it over, then tucked the edges around us to minimize heat loss. "I bought sexy lingerie, in case we hit it off, as I packed it, I wondered if I would hate him, or if we would have children together.

When I first saw you, I thought 'He's the hottest squid this side of Bikini Bottom.' We had a great time together, both at the wedding, and in my hotel after. He promised to write, so I gave him my address, and I got his. Then I got on the bus and fell asleep before it left."

Yes, he knew this. I wasn't rehashing it for him. I needed to work up to the shitty part. "When I woke up, my backpack with my snacks, drinks, clothes, and his address was gone. Nothing I could do but wait for him to call or write. Tuesday morning I had a class at half past nine. I walked in and was told class was canceled because of what happened in New York. I made it to a TV just in time to see them fall."

I stopped and wiped my eyes. Two weeks later I was officially notified, both my parents, my pregnant sister, and both my brothers died in the towers. My uncle died in the Pentagon. My entire family was killed in thirty minutes. The only person in the world I could call family, was my sisters widow. She was in England on business.

It wasn't only family. Friends, classmates, neighbors, co-workers and others. Besides my family, I knew fifty-two other people that died that day. It was like everyone I knew was gone, like that." I snapped my fingers. "I had to plan a funeral service for all of them by myself. There was no one to lean on. Everyone I knew lost someone."

I had to close my eyes and fight to keep control. It took some effort, but I won, this time. "I knew a handful of people that weren't from New York. They all acted like I had cooties. Except for more flags in public spaces, life, for them, went on as normal. I was already on academic probation from my aerospace classes, and after that day, my grades went from not quite failing to... well, I didn't know colleges could give you a negative GPA, but they can. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I have the transcripts to prove it."

Denny held me as I mourned for my lost family. He just lay there and let me cry on his chest. As I wept, he rubbed my back and arms to comfort me. "I was filled with rage, grief, and hatred. I went looking for something, anything to make me forget. Alcohol was a godsend. It help me lose consciousness every night. I took out personal ads looking for a Dominant to use and abuse me. I met a few, most of them just wanted an excuse to beat a woman. I didn't care, I felt I deserved to suffer because I was alive and they weren't."

"Even regular sex became less about attraction or pleasure, it was a way to stop my suicidal thoughts for an hour or so. I hooked up with strangers in bars, the bag boys at grocery stores. Frat party gang bangs became my normal weekend routine. As long as they kept the booze coming, so did they."

I kept my voice strong but the tears came. Denny held me and listened. "Then I met Gail. Gail was a butch lesbian top. She saw me for what I was, and within minutes of meeting her, we were in bed together. She was what I needed. Someone who both treated me like a painslut, but who cared about me, and listened to me. The only thing about her I didn't like was her drug habit. I could overlook that, as long as she stopped me from using the noose I kept in my purse."

My tears flowed non-stop at this point. Denny grabbed the box of tissues off my nightstand and wiped my face with one. "We were together for over a year, and lived together for about 8 months. When we met she was already using hard drugs. Not daily but a few times a week. I was both in love with her, and in desperate need of her, so I ignored the warning signs."

"Valuables went missing, bills didn't get paid. I took a job as a stripper to help pay for things. That's where I learned to get a guy off with my ass. I could sit on a guy's lap, and make him cum without taking my panties off, or taking his dick out. Since there wasn't skin to skin contact, it wasn't illegal, and was a great way to earn big tips.

Denny wiped my face again and his arms held me as tight as he could, without hurting me. "One night Gail came into the club with some guy I didn't know. They watched me dance, and bought me a couple of drinks. That was the first time... I paid for Gails habit with my body. It wasn't the last."

"Heroin became her drug of choice. She tried to get me to use it with her, but I never did. Around this time she started to pimp me out, for cash or H. I didn't want to, but she threatened to leave me if I didn't, so I did. I got arrested one night, during a vice sweep. That was my last trick of the night. After I got him off, I was supposed to meet Gail and give her the cash, so she could pay her dealer. Instead, I was in a cell waiting to be sent to pretrial confinement."

One of the cops at the station was a regular at the club. I thought of him as a friend. He drove me home a few times when Gail got too wasted to pick me up. He came to me, and told me Gail was dead. When I didn't show up with the money, her dealer told her she had to let his gang run a train on her or pay double. She attacked him so she was stabbed to death."

I slid off Denny and tried to move away from him. I didn't feel I deserved his kindness or affection. He wouldn't let me go. He held me tight and rubbed my back as I mourned for Gail. When I found my voice I continued,

"I went full on whore. Fucked any guy at the club, fucked the bouncers to keep my job. Hit up the strolls, anything to forget. Men, women, couples, anyone, anywhere, I didn't care. The rougher the better. One Monday morning around ten, I was in a bar, half drunk. I had just been evicted from Gail's apartment, since my name wasn't on the lease. I met a guy. Minutes after he bought me a drink we were in his car, on our way to what he described as a little get together. What happened was the single most depraved and erotic experience of my life."

I closed my eyes at this part. There was no way someone could love me when they heard this. It was disgusting by all normal human standards, yet it was such a turn-on for me. I couldn't bear to watch Denny fall out of love as I told him.

"We pulled up to this rustic wood cabin, there were two girls, about my age, sitting on the porch. They wore matching blue floral skirts and sandal style heels. They had matching tops as well. Double breasted D's. It was obvious they were sisters. They gave me some nasty looks as the car came to a stop."

"They jumped off the porch, and ran up to the guy. The one with short hair said, 'Daddy we missed you'. The one with longer hair said, 'The Old Hag's ready to be punished.' I followed them inside and found a buxom redhead, naked, stretched over the arms of a twig dining chair. She had a ball gag in her mouth, red accented black high heels and her birthday suit. Her wrists were tied together, as were her ankles, and her body was pulled so taut, I could have used her as a hammock. It was the most erotic scene I ever saw. Then it got better.

Denny was still quiet. I don't think he'd ever gone this long without making some dumb dad joke, or pop culture reference that no one under fifty understood. He was either disgusted by my story, and didn't want to waste words on comforting me, or he was a bigger pervert than I thought. Could he be enthralled by my debauched past? There was no way! I was certain he would kick me out of his house, and his life.

"The guy said, 'Hi honey, I'm home.' The twins giggled and kissed 'daddy'. After he beat her tits with one of those plastic bendy rulers the twins put on strap ons. One fucked her, the other rammed it in her throat. The guy told me that the redhead was his half sister, and the twins were their daughters. He pointed out a video camera, and explained they made and sold real incest porn videos. I moved in with them."

Denny still held me. I couldn't believe he hadn't kicked me out yet. I felt compelled to tell him everything. "I loved watching them fuck, on, and off camera. They used me in some of their videos, as a visiting aunt. Of course when good things happen, bad things follow. One of the girls brought a boyfriend home to join in their family fun. He freaked out and called the cops. I wasn't home when the police kicked in the door. They all went to jail. I asked the guy who edited their flicks for leads on other filmmakers. He sent me to a warehouse by the docks, two Persian brothers had an extreme torture studio."

Denny moved closer to me, and held me tighter as I talked. I couldn't believe he didn't throw me out of his house. No one could want me around after the shit I'd done.

"The day I got there, a tall, skinny, fake blonde lady carried out another short, cute, fake blonde. I smiled and went in. They asked me to come back in two days to film a scene. I agreed. When I got there to film, the cops had the place roped off. Some damn assholes shot up the place and killed one of the brothers."

I opened my eyes. I took several deep breaths to steel my nerves. "Are you okay with this? Do I need to stop?" I was afraid of the answer, but I needed to know.

"I'm not okay with what happened to you. I'm not okay that you hid this from me. You should've told us. These experiences, while horrific, made you the amazing, strong, wonderful lady I know, and love. Nothing you've told me changes my feelings toward you. I mean, I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me all this. I'll admit, I was a little shocked by the incest, but you're not the first, or second person I know who was in an incestuous relationship. If you want to tell me more, I can handle it. You've read Spider Robinson, remember what he wrote... Shared pain is lessened, Shared joy, increased. Thus we do refute entropy. Share your pain with me. Let me help carry some of it for you."

Told you he was a great guy, and a decent human being. One of a dying breed, and we are poorer for it. I kissed him, it was exactly what I needed to hear. Denny always came through for me.

"That's why I love you, Denny. You always know how to make me feel better. On my way to nowhere, I stopped to get a bottle of booze and a pack of smokes. As I backed out of the parking lot, I hit a bright orange 1969 Dodge Charger. I got out of my car to beg the other driver not to call the cops. I was driving Gail's car, which her family reported stolen. The insurance had lapsed, the registration was passed due, my license was suspended, and there was a warrant out for my arrest. Then I saw the driver. All I could think was 'Tie me up and fuck me raw.' He was that gorgeous. He looked a lot like John Schneider, for a second I thought he was. He even wore a pale yellow shirt."

For the first time since I started this monologue. I smiled. I always felt happy when I thought about Tom. "He was the most handsome, kind, caring man I'd ever met, only I hadn't met him yet. He agreed to forgo police involvement, without even asking to see my tits.He took me out to dinner, paid for the repairs to my car, and helped with my legal issues. By the time my charges were dropped, we were living together. I hadn't been that happy since the first time I kissed you."

The tears had stopped, but I kept the tissues close. I knew they'd be back. "Of course I mentioned BDSM to him a few times, but his responses were apathetic at best. He was the first person, since you, to make me cum without ropes, pain, or humiliation. Despite his skill as a lover, I still had needs. On occasion, Tom would try to do things, but it was half-hearted and nowhere near as extreme as I felt I deserved. He was too vanilla and hated being rough with me. We were happy in every other part of our relationship. We were together for four years. In that time, he finished his residency, and became a full-fledged doctor."

I fell silent, Denny held me, and waited for me to tell my story at my own pace. "I only had two marketable skills, and I promised Tom I wouldn't be a commercial companion anymore. I loved his term for hooking. It sounded so... businesslike. So I got a job selling myself... as a maid. I was so good and fast, I had tons of repeat customers and did more houses than any other two ladies combined. That time was wonderful and exasperating. Wonderful because Tom was perfect in every way, except one. He wanted a partner, I wanted a Master. Tom wanted me to initiate sex, and I wanted him to just take me anytime he wanted."

I felt Denny start to shift and squirm. I sat up and looked at him. "Sorry, beautiful, but I gotta..." He pointed at the bathroom. I nodded and used it after him. Once we had spooned up, he kissed my cheek and whispered, "Whenever you're ready."

I sighed and started talking again. "One day I was assigned to work with a girl that had gotten several complaints about half assing her jobs. As we drove between houses we talked. Turns out she was into BDSM and her owner was hosting a party that weekend. That night I sat Tom down and told him about the party, in the hopes that if he saw what real BDSM was, he would be more willing to try. He was reluctant but agreed to go, and we agreed that, for the weekend, anything goes."

I could feel the tears coming, and held them off, for now. "We showed up and met a bunch of people. Everything seemed to be fine, and Tom seemed relaxed. Once the festivities started, I partied hard. I have no idea how many people used my holes. By the time I stumbled back into our bedroom, between the bruises, and cum plastered on me, I looked like a glazed blueberry. I was in heaven. I had no idea what Tom had seen, or done. Every time I asked, he would change the subject. It took almost a year for him to act normal. Tom was quieter and tended to stare at nothing when he thought I wasn't looking."

I pulled two tissues from the box to get ready. "About a week before our fourth anniversary, I took a day off. I was always tired, hungrier than a Hasbro hippo, and nauseous like you wouldn't believe. My doctor ran some tests. An hour later I was on my way home with a huge smile, a bottle of vitamins, and a copy of What To Expect When You're Expecting. I parked in the garage, surprised to see Tom's beloved Charger was gone. He was off that day and planned on staying home to work on his honey-do list."