Crossing Texas – Chapter Two
Amanda, seated on the couch, wearing a baby blue cotton robe and slippers, gently brushed Sara’s long black hair, while Sara sat demurely on a blanket spread over the floor. Sara sipped herbal tea, as a dreamy Patsy Cline song played on the stereo.
“Amanda, you should have been an actress,” said Sara.
“My gosh, he’s absolutely convinced that he raped me. Heck, you nearly had me convinced. Though I could barely keep from laughing.”
“Serves him right, Sara. He shouldn’t drink so much. It’s his fault, not ours. When I saw him passed out in the restaurant, well…, Sara…, I don’t much like men anyhow, particularly drunken men.”
“By the way, Mandy, what did John want?”
“Oh, he was just bored. He just wanted to talk. You know, Sara, he still wants to get into your pants. I told him you were in bed. But what timing! That idiot really believed John had come to arrest him for rape.”
“All men want to get into my pants, Mandy. That’s the curse beautiful girls like us must carry. But believe me, no man will get into mine, unless I want it.”
“Oh by the way, did you soak your blouse? If you don’t, that hamburger blood we used will set into the fabric.”
“True”, Sara replied, “and I’ll also need to sew on new buttons.”
“No, Sara, the idiot can sew on the buttons. He’s our slave now.” Both girls laughed.
“Mandy, I hope you know what you’re doing with that guy. You’re always getting into mischief. What if he’s insane, or dangerous?”
“Worry, worry, worry,” chided Amanda.
“It’s all you do, Sara. I’m a big girl now; I can take care of any man. Besides, he’s no bigger than I am. I could probably whip him, even without a gun.”
“True,” Sara purred while Amanda gently massaged her neck, “but I don’t really like the idea of having a guy around here.”
“I understand that, and I think I can take care of that problem too. You know, Sara, I just enjoy manipulating males. I really do. And when you showed me that guy, passed out in our restaurant, I saw an opportunity too good to let pass. Besides, we do need another worker here, now that Pam quit. Just play along with me on this, Sara. I promise you, it’ll be fun.” Amanda leaned forward and kissed Sara’s neck.
Bright sunshine fell upon my eyes, causing pain. I looked around. I was in a sparsely furnished motel room. I struggled to get up. I tried to open the door, but it was locked from outside the room. Just as well, I reasoned, as the only clothing in the room was the t-shirt I wore. After drinking a glass of water I laid down on the bed. Strange visions flitted through my mind; a beautiful hispanic girl, a gun, threats, a sunny Mexican beach. I drifted back to sleep.
SMACK!
Startled, I jumped off the bed. A young blond girl has just slapped my face, and was now pointing a gun at me. After a few moments it begins to come back: the car trouble, the alcohol, the.. rape.
“What’s your name, idiot,” she demanded.
“Michael”
“Well, Michael, I knew that. Sara told me your whole life story, which of course you relayed to her during your drunken stupor, before you raped her. Believe me, Michael, were it not for Sara’s intervention, you’d be behind bars right now.
“So here’s the situation, idiot. We have informed the police of the rape, but have not yet specifically identified you as the perpetrator. Sara was required to submit to a doctor’s examination, so your semen’s DNA is now a police record. Your car was impounded. If you are identified as having raped Sara, you’re looking at twenty years in prison. Twenty years of hell on earth, Michael. Welcome to Texas, kid.”
Amanda paused, staring at me with the pistol aimed directly at my heart. I felt as if I would vomit again.
“Anyway, for Sara’s sake, I’m willing to give you a chance. You work here for three to six months, then maybe we’ll let you be on your way and all of this will be but a bad memory of yours. I’m shorthanded here. And Sara just feels bad about what happened. Since she gave you the drinks, she feels partly responsible for what you did. I told her that was pure BS, and any cop would tell her the same thing. But Sara’s just too damn nice. Besides, she thinks that if you’ve knocked her up, you’ll need to support the kid for the next twenty years, which is hard to do if you’re behind bars.”
“Tell Sara I’m sorry. Tell her I appreciate.”
“Shut Up, Michael. Don’t interrupt me, ever!”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Michael, this is the South. Say ‘Yes, MA’AM’.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.
“That’s better. Now remember, I know who you are. I have your drivers license. If you leave here, or try anything foolish, the Texas Rangers will be all over you.”
“Now, clean yourself up. You’re clothes were impounded with your car.
Here’s a blouse and slacks which our maid, Pam, left behind when she quit. They should fit you. And you can wear my slippers. And clean up this room. When you finish, come to the restaurant.” At that, she backed slowly out of the room, always holding the gun pointed at me.
I couldn’t help it. I ran to the toilet and threw up. Now that the alcohol had worn off, I saw how bleak my predicament was. If my semen was taken from Sara’s vagina, and was DNA matched to me, then no jury in the world would set me free. Plus there were witnesses, last night’s restaurant patrons, all who would identify me as being out-of-control drunk.
As I showered, my thoughts returned to Sara. So beautiful! I felt intense gratitude to her for sparing me from the law. And even though I couldn’t remember screwing her, I nonetheless felt a tad bit of manly pride. After all, here was I, Mr. Michael Nobody, and I had just had sex with possibly the prettiest girl in Texas.
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Two.
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