CAW 33- Second Chances

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  1. Little Miss K

    Little Miss K Naughty but Nice 3-Time CAW Winner CAW SS Winner

    Second Chances
    CAW 33



    Prelude:


    Who am I?


    She looked at the words she had written on the pad and thought about them. It seemed like such an easy question, but one that she didn’t have an answer for.


    Below that she added another question.


    Am I the same person I used to be?


    She flicked the pen against her lower teeth as she tried to come up with an answer. Had she known that she was doing this, it would have shocked her. It was the exact same nervous tic that her mother had whenever she was deep in thought. As the pen continued to tap, her mind wandered back in time.


    Carrie Anne Hutchins was seventeen when she left home. She could still picture the look of disapproval on her father’s face, and the tears in her mother’s eyes. The future was in her grasp though, and nothing was going to stop her. With her meager life savings, and two suitcases stuffed to near bursting, she was heading to California to find her fame. To her it wasn’t a matter of how, but of when. This was her destiny, and there was no question about it. Failure was not a word that she understood. She would, however, learn it soon enough.


    The only apartment she could afford had been in a part of town where the sirens and gunfire were as common as crickets and birdsong were back home. The door was equipped with not one, but two deadbolts, and the manager had suggested she invest in a security bar as well. She put on a happy face, and tried to make the best of it. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. Besides, this was all only temporary.


    The first few months Carrie went on every audition she could find. She scoured the trade magazines every day, and learned her way around the city, driving from one casting call to the next. Her job as a waitress at Denny’s kept the rent paid, and the car filled with gas, but didn't leave anything left for much more. Her positive attitude was unshakable however. It would all work out, she knew it would!


    In Hollywood, you tend to see the same faces at many of the auditions. It was near the end of her sixth month in the city when she struck up a friendship with Autumn. They started to carpool to castings to save on gas, and used each other to read lines together. Eventually becoming friends, they moved to a slightly better neighborhood, where the shooting was less sporadic, the sirens only wailed half of the time, and they only needed the one deadbolt. It was also about this time that Autumn got her a new job.


    Carrie lifted the pad, then wrote another line below the first two.


    Did you compromise your principles?


    She was hired as a waitress in the strip club where Autumn danced. It was made clear that she was not required to take off her clothes, but that she was expected to dress provocatively, and appear interested and available, to the patrons. Carrie had always been comfortable with her body, so if wearing short shorts, and a tight tank top meant getting more tips, then that was okay with her. She had spent plenty of time at the jumping rock down at the lake with much less on than that, how bad could it be? Making the guys seem like she liked them was just another form of acting, so she reasoned that this was great experience.


    The new job had allowed her to have days free, so she doubled her attention to getting her big break. The problem was that no matter how hard she tried, there were a hundred other girls out there trying just as hard. She had never dreamed that thousands of people came to California each year with the same goal as her. It was disheartening to say the least. Try as she might, her confidence started to wane.


    Had she stayed at this job, she thought she might have been happy. The customers were much nicer than she expected, and when the occasional guy got a little too hands-on, the bouncers were always there to show him the door. The dancers were friendly, and when management would ask again if she wanted to try the stage, she would politely decline. The money wasn’t great, but it was a big step up from Denny’s. While her career wasn’t taking off as expected, things were not too bad.


    Sometimes though, life doesn’t go as planned.


    After spending two weeks laid up with the flu, Carrie dropped her phone in the sink and fried it. Without a phone to get callbacks, and with rent approaching, she made a decision that changed her life forever.


    After spending weeks watching the other girls, she knew she could copy the moves. Trying hard not to think about what she was doing, she took to the stage. Much to her surprise, she became very popular. In that first night, she made more than she would in a typical week as a waitress. By the end of the month, she had rent, a new phone, and even a little extra left over. It was amazing how easy it was to rationalize taking your clothes off for strangers when you had money in the bank.


    It was also easy to lose track of your dreams.


    The following months found Carrie going to fewer and fewer auditions.


    Why didn’t you stop before it went too far?


    Looking down, she hardly remembered writing this last one, but for once it was the only thing she could answer.


    “The money.” She answered out loud.


    The money was good. While she wasn’t spending as much time pursuing her acting, she for once had the money to do so. Making rent was easy, and her and Autumn spent lots of time shopping and having fun. Some of her credit card balances started getting high, but with the money she was making, what was the big deal? It seemed like the good times were here, and if she had trouble looking herself in the mirror some nights, that had more to do with those biased casting directors, and how they made women feel like they weren’t good enough. Right?


    The money was like a drug, and she wanted more. Nothing was wrong with a playful tease. It was only nudity, it wasn’t like she was sleeping with all of these guys. Many respected actresses had done nude roles, and there was nothing wrong with that. There was always a quick excuse for her behavior to soothe the guilt that was growing inside of her.


    Then came the day that her and Autumn arrived at the club and saw the notice. Closed by the order of the Los Angeles Health Department.


    The club management wouldn’t return a call, and the other dancers were just as clueless as they were. All of a sudden, the money stopped coming in. Rent, phone bill, food, credit cards, insurance, how was it all going to get paid? To make matters worse, the week after the club closed, her car broke down. The mechanic said it would be more to fix it than the car was worth. What was she going to do?


    Autumn made the suggestion, but Carrie would never pass the final decision off on anybody else. She made her choice, and she took the full responsibility of her actions.


    Two and a half years after coming to Los Angeles, Carrie made her first adult film.


    Looking at the pad, she saw the words she had written last. She added a question mark, then another, and another. Looking around the room, she saw the scene from last week. Paramedics wheeling Autumn from the room, draped in a white sheet. She had died in her sleep. Complications from mixing substances they said. Narcotics and alcohol had become a way of life for both of them. At some point, it became a way to escape. Last week . . . it had become the final way out. For the past five years the two of them had gone from being unknown names in the adult industry, to being treated like stars, and showered with attention. Last year at the AVN awards in Las Vegas, they had a headline booth, with guys lined up just to speak with them. It had all seemed so great, the questions in her head were easily answered. She wasn’t hurting anybody, people enjoyed what she did, she wasn’t doing anything illegal . . . right?


    She looked down again and saw what she had written.


    Was it worth it???????????????????????


    Carrie got up and went to the bathroom. She took the prescription bottle from the cabinet, and dropped a single tablet into her hand. After she looked at it for a moment, she shook out a second, then washed them both down with a drink from the glass on the sink. When she looked in the mirror, she didn’t recognize the image staring back at her. The dark bags under her eyes were made even worse by the bloodshot orbs they contained. Her platinum dyed hair hung greasy, and lifeless around her sunken cheeks. She couldn’t remember the last time she had showered, and could only remember pills instead of meals. Shaking two more Vicodin into her palm, she finally had the answer to her questions. It was so simple, she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t thought of it sooner.


    Reaching out past the sink, she turned her hand up, and watched as the pills fell into the toilet. She took the bottle and dumped the rest of them in also. On shaky legs, Carrie went to the bedroom and retrieved another bottle, and poured those contents in as well. She watched as they swirled around when she flushed. Then she dropped to her knees in front of the bowl, pushed her finger deep into her throat, and rotated it until she triggered her gag reflex. With tears in her eyes, she retched up the two she had swallowed, then watched them disappear in the rush of water.


    Carrie splashed some cold water on her face, then sank to the tile floor next to the tub, clutching her phone. She tried to think about how long it had been since she had dialed this number. It had been less than a year she knew, but she feared it had to be over six months at least. When it started to ring, she pushed all of her doubts aside, and tried to concentrate on her survival. When she heard the voice on the other line, it was the most important thing she had ever heard.


    “Mama?”


    The dam broke, and all of her pain, and everything that she had kept bottled up for so long came pouring out. Through the sobs, and the tears she struggled to continue.


    “I wanna come home!”




    Chapter 1

    It had been six months since Carrie had returned home. That first month had been one of the worst of her life. With the help, and support of her mother, she had managed to detox without major difficulty. The emotional storm was not as easy.


    Carrie had decided that the only way forward was through total accountability, and honesty. For the very first time, she had told her parents the truth. The whole truth. Her mother had been shocked, but the look of disappointment in her father’s eyes was almost too much to bear. When she was back to feeling healthy, she helped around the house, and did what she could, but her father would no longer look her in the eye, and would often leave a room whenever she entered. She knew that honesty could sometimes hurt, and she accepted the blame.


    After two months, she started helping her mother at the store. She worked hard, and started cleaning the upstairs apartment that had been used as storage, on her off hours. When she moved into the studio after her fourth month back, Carrie was proud of herself, it felt like she had accomplished a small step forward.


    Just weeks after her twenty-fifth birthday, she was back on her own. Sure, it was rent-free, and above her mother’s place of business, but she had worked hard for it. The next step, was to regain her happiness. She didn’t know how to take that first step. In the last months, she had sequestered herself, and avoided all contact with everyone but family. Tonight she decided she was going to leave it all behind, and go out.


    Carrie picked a very unflattering, baggy sweater. She paired this with the loosest fitting jeans that she owned, and tied her hair, now her natural chestnut brown, back into a pony. Instead of putting in her contacts, she put on her glasses and headed out the door. All these weeks of isolation, and she needed to be around other people. She didn’t want company, but only to feel like she wasn’t an outcast.


    The night was going well. The bar she had picked was just down the street, and there was enough people that she didn’t draw any unwanted attention. She had a couple of drinks, and was finally starting to enjoy herself. There was good music, and she even entered a couple of friendly conversations. There was a guy her age down the bar that kept staring at her, but this was really nothing new to her.


    The trouble started when she got up to pick some music. While she was browsing the selections, the young man stepped up and leaned against the jukebox.


    “Don’t I know you?” From the slur in his voice, she knew he was drunk. Trying not to be rude, she looked over at him and smiled politely.


    “No, sorry, I don’t think we have ever met.”


    Turning away, she thought that this would be the end, but it wasn’t.


    “I’m sure I know you. Are you from around here?”


    Carrie picked her last song, and smiled again.


    “It’s been awhile.” She tried to step around him, but he was persistent.


    “Wait a second.” He was squinting his eyes to try and remember.


    Carrie once again tried to step around him with no success.


    “Holy crap, You’re Bobbie Soxx!”


    She had always known that the Clark Kent disguise was a sham, and that it would never fool anyone. She also knew that this was something that was bound to happen, but she had hoped that it wouldn’t be so soon. All she wanted now was to be left alone.


    She lowered her head, and tried to get back to her seat at the bar.


    “Please excuse me.”


    When the guy grabbed her arm, she instinctively pulled away. She knew it wasn’t meant as harmful, but the surprise of it took her off guard. Her reaction must have startled him as well.


    “Woah, woah! I didn’t mean to scare you.”


    In his drunken state, he stumbled forward with his hands out. He wasn’t dangerous, but her arms came up and covered her chest just the same. Before he made contact, an arm came around him and pulled him back.


    “Hey there Levi!” The tone was conversational, like the two had just met on the street. “Looks like you have had a few too many tonight.”


    She looked at the man who had intervened. Very tall, with wide shoulders, his looks were really pretty ordinary. He was carrying a few extra pounds around his middle, but with his size, he wore it well. His sandy blonde hair was just starting to recede, and he looked to have a few days growth on his cheeks that was catching up with his goatee. What really caught her attention though was his kind eyes. That, and his voice!


    “Coop! Hey man, how ya doin’?”


    The stranger stepped between them, then stood close the the drunk. Being taller than the younger guy forced him to step back to look up into his eyes, and consequently farther away from herself. She didn’t believe that this was accidental.


    “Bro! This is Bobbie Soxx! I’m serious, right here!”


    The tall man looked over to her and gave her a slight nod, then returned his attention to Levi.


    “That’s good to know.” His voice was a beautiful, rich bass. He didn’t raise it, but she was sure that it could have traveled the whole bar and more. “Now why don’t we leave the lady alone, and see about getting you home?”


    He gently took Levi by the arm, and helped him to his stool, using the patience of a parent with a wayward child. His voice was soothing, and calming the whole time. The altercation could have gone much differently, but the man handled it perfectly.


    “Why don’t we get your dad down here to pick you up, okay?”


    He leaned over the bar and said a few words to the bartender who picked up the phone and started to dial. With the phone against his shoulder, he poured a cup of coffee to help sober the guy up.


    “I bet your mom even has some leftovers she could heat up for you.”


    The drunk’s face lit up with interest.


    “They was havin’ smashed potatoes and gravy when I left. Man that sound good!”


    “Then you sit tight here, and I bet she will warm some of them up for you when you get home.” He started walking her way, then stopped to turn.


    “Levi? Why don’t you come to the meeting Wednesday night? It’s been awhile since we saw you there.”


    Levi was already in a haze thinking about his supper and nodded twice. The man with the beautiful voice walked up and stood next to her.


    “I apologize. Levi there really isn’t a bad kid. He just needs to find his way.” He took the stool next to her. “I’m not trying to make excuses for him, but he just got back from Afghanistan. That place will do a number on you. He is still trying to sort it all out. If he’d come to the veteran’s meetings, we could give him a hand.


    “Anyway, I hope he didn’t disturb you much Miss Socks.” The way his voice inflected the last, made it sound more like a question.


    Hearing him try and use her porn name so sincerely, caused her to cover her eyes and laugh. His look was so confused that she laughed even harder. It felt so wonderful to laugh, that she let it all flow out.


    “I’m sorry,” she said, as she covered her mouth. “Bobbie Soxx isn’t my name. At least it isn’t anymore, I mean, I’m not her anymore.”


    She knew she wasn’t making sense, so she changed to an introduction.


    “Hi, I’m Carrie Anne.” She took his hand. “Carrie Anne Hutchins. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Coop.”


    It was his turn to laugh.


    “That isn’t my name either, I guess we both have mysterious names.” His hand was twice the size of hers as he shook it lightly. “I’m Rob Cooper. Coop to most.” He pointed at her empty glass.


    “Can I get you a drink?”


    She wanted to continue talking to this nice man, but she didn’t want to feel obligated.


    “That’s alright, I don’t want to trouble you.”


    “Really, no trouble. I’ll even move a few seats down if you don’t feel like talking. Besides, John at the bar is a friend of mine.” He stood up and unbuttoned his jacket. Then added with a smile, “He gets me my drinks for free.”


    When he removed his jacket, she was surprised to see a holster with a large revolver on his belt, along with a star, and a pair of handcuffs.


    “Oh!” She could remember the sheriff that had worked the town when she was a teenager. He had been old, and the kids had all made fun of him. “You must be the new sheriff.”


    He looked at his watch, and acted as if he was counting down, then he whistled through his teeth to get the bartender's attention.


    “Only for the next thirty seconds, or so.”


    He removed the badge, and clipped it to his jeans pocket. Then he unbuckled the belt, and wrapped the holster up as nonchalantly as she would put her purse down when she walked in the house. John walked over, reached under the cash register, and brought out a lock-box. He set it down on the bar, waited for Rob to deposit the gun, and locked the case. Only when the box was stashed back under the register, did he set out a glass and fill it half full of Wild Turkey.


    “So what do you say? Can I get you that drink?”


    The offer was too good to pass up, and she was enjoying his company.


    “Sure. I’ll have the same, but only a single.”


    She watched the bartender pull out another glass, then she asked.


    “You talked about Afghanistan as if you knew it. Were you there too?”


    He didn’t seem happy about responding, but he did.


    “Years before Levi there, but yes, I served.”


    John set her drink in front of her, then leaned over the bar.


    “Coop here did more than serve. You are sitting next to a gen-u-wine hero.” He looked at the sheriff with admiration and respect. “He has the purple heart, and the silver star to prove it.”


    Rob looked at him with annoyance, then shook his head. John wiped his already clean hands, then walked away speaking loudly.


    “Pretty girl like that? If you are too stupid to brag about yourself, then I will!”


    Carrie laughed, and looked back over at the big man. She had to admit, that she was impressed. Not because he was a war hero, or a sheriff, but because he held himself with a high level of confidence, but didn’t appear arrogant. Most strong men she had known liked to strut, and show off, but Rob seemed easy going and likeable. She couldn’t help but to be drawn to him.


    Carrie raised her glass, and clinked the side of his.


    “Thank you for the drink, but more than that, thank you for being MY hero.” She hadn’t meant to emphasize that part, and wondered why it had come out that way. Taking a sip from her glass, she got quiet. The last thing she was trying to do was hit on some guy tonight. She didn’t need complications, she only wanted a quiet life.


    “You said Hutchins? Are you any relation to Martha Hutchins over at The Mortar and Pestle, over there on Main and Greenlawn?”


    Her mother ran a natural herb, and essential oils shop. It had started as a hobby, but in a few years had grown into a successful business.


    “Yes. She is my mother. I guess knowing all the business owners is kind of a job requirement.”


    “I do try,” He took a drink. “But she made me a eucalyptus and mint rub for my knee that works like a miracle. Even on bad days, it takes away most of the pain. Reminds me that I have to swing by and get another jar. I didn’t know she had a daughter.”


    “I have been away.” Living in a small town meant that everyone knows everyone else's business. It would only take a question or two from him to find out from somebody else, so she told him herself. “I lived in California for about eight years.”


    “Wow, that sounds exciting. I bet you have a lot of stories from the big city.”


    Carrie lowered her head, and mumbled a response. While she was not ashamed of her life exactly, she had so many regrets. If only she had made some different choices, her life might be more normal.


    “I wasn’t meaning to say something to upset you.”


    She looked back up, and Rob looked worried, and genuinely concerned for her.


    “It’s alright. I’m fine, I just . . . .” She didn’t know how to continue.


    “I don’t mean to pry, but would you like to grab a table and talk? I’ve been told that I’m a pretty good listener.”


    She tried to deflect the conversation with a joke.


    “Are you trying to interrogate me sheriff?”


    He smiled, but was still bothered by her mood.


    “Ma’am, I am off duty. Nothing you say can or will be held against you. So how about it, do you need a friend to talk to?”


    “No, really, I’'m . . .” She looked into his eyes, and saw nothing but kindness. The slow, calming sound of his voice made her want to talk to him. It had been a hard few months, and the thought of talking to a friend was really all that she wanted. She suddenly changed her mind.


    “Yeah. Okay. I’d like that a lot.”


    John refreshed their drinks, and they moved to a table in the corner that provided a little bit of privacy. The alcohol had done the job of calming her nerves, and allowing her to open up to this, possibly, new friend.


    “I moved to California to become an actress. In the end, I guess that’s what I was. When Levi said my name was Bobbie Soxx, that was my stage name.”


    “Really?” Rob looked interested, and gave her his full attention. “Would I have seen you in anything?”


    The laughter came again, and though she knew it was rude to leave him wondering, she enjoyed the moment while it lasted. Taking a deep breath, she continued.


    “That would depend on the kind of thing you like to watch. You see, I ended up as an adult film actress.”


    Part of taking responsibility, and being honest, meant that she wouldn’t sugar coat anything about her life. She had made the choices, and as much as she hated how it sounded, she would tell it like it is.


    “I was a porn star.”


    To his credit, he didn’t bat an eye. Out in California, this might not have been as shocking to some, but here in rural, small town America, this was a bombshell. He only held her stare, and let her continue.


    She started slow, but the more she talked, the easier it became. When she would start to falter, a few words from him, and she would take the story back up. The way he listened, and the gentle authority in his voice made her want to keep going. She told him everything, every ugly truth. Somewhere along the line, their drinks turned to coffee, and she didn’t even notice that the bar was beginning to clear out.


    “And that is about it. I knew that if I were to stay even one more day, that I would have ended up just like Autumn. I came home to try and salvage what is left of my life. I no longer have any friends here. Some have married, or moved away, and the ones that know what I did in California all turned their backs on me. But that is alright, because I won’t end up dead in some apartment with no one knowing my real name.”


    Rob continued to stare at her. She was afraid that she had probably scared him off for good, but that was okay too. He had been there for her when she really needed someone to listen. He could politely say goodnight, and think about what a basket case she was when he walked away. He had been there when she needed someone the most. His words surprised her.


    “You are now MY hero.”


    She gave a thoroughly unattractive snort, and then had to wipe her nose.


    “I am nobody’s hero. I made a lot of bad decisions, and I will spend the rest of my life living with them.”


    He took her hand over the small table, and spoke quietly in that beautiful voice of his.


    “You did what you had to do to survive. That is very brave. They may have been bad choices, I will not say they weren’t, but you made the choice to go on. I have seen guys freeze up on the field, they lost their lives because they couldn’t make a decision. You made the choice to keep moving forward, and that makes you a survivor.”


    He looked around, then down at his watch. He seemed as surprised as she was that the bar was closing. He looked back, and his eyes were so kind, that she knew that she had met a true friend.


    “Why don’t I walk you home? You said you live above your mom’s shop? That’s right down the block, and the fresh air will do us both good.”


    He retrieved his things, and she grabbed her purse. The walk home was short, but they were able to talk about little things of no consequence. He made her feel so at ease, that her judgment to trust him with her story now felt right. When they got to her stairs, she leaned against the lamp post, disappointed that the night had to end.


    “I hope I didn’t terrify you with everything I dumped on you tonight. It turns out that I needed that much more than I realized. It felt good to let it all out.”


    He reached out his hand to shake, but she stepped in for a hug instead. His arms circled her, and seemed to envelope her whole body. It felt warm and safe, like somewhere she never wanted to leave.


    “Anytime you need someone to talk to, just give me a call.”


    For not the first time tonight she surprised herself. She didn’t think, she didn’t question, she just went with her feelings.


    “Will you go to dinner with me?” Her blush was hidden in the shadows, but she felt the burn in her cheeks. “I spent all night talking about myself. It’s only fair that you let me buy you dinner and hear your story.”


    His smile was all she needed.


    “Sure, I’d love to.” He pulled out his official sheriff’s business card and handed it to her. “Just give me a call.”


    She gave him one more quick hug, then walked up the stairs. She was smiling from ear to ear, and for the first time in a long time, she had hope for the future.



    Chapter 2


    Carrie had been staring at the three outfits laid out on her bed for nearly an hour. The only clue that Rob would give her was that they were going out for the best steak in all of Spencerville. She didn’t know if this meant fancy restaurant, or one of the many, little places in a small town where you could get 5 star quality food in a place that had a bathroom that you had to walk outside to use.


    The black cocktail dress on the right was made for one thing only, and that was attention. With the tight fit, and the high slit on the hip, it had turned heads every time she had ever worn it. It would be appropriate for an upscale eatery, but did she want that attention at a small scale place? She thought not.


    The blue jeans, and the corral knit top were much more casual. If they went to a nice place, she thought she would be very under-dressed. She loved the top, and knew that it fit her well, but she was worried it might not go with where he had decided to take her.


    That left the tan slacks, and the alpaca sweater. It would work for either semi-formal, or casual, but did it give her the opportunity to let the sheriff see her for who she was? It wasn’t as if she was trying to show off her body exactly, but she had to admit that she was attracted to him, and wanted him to see her in more than the frumpy look he had seen the first time they met. She worked hard to maintain her body, and if using what you had been given was wrong, then she should just wear the most unflattering thing she owned.


    Carrie slapped herself in the forehead. What was wrong with her? She was thinking about this way too much, and Rob would be here in an hour. She made a snap decision, and grabbed the slacks that she knew made her butt look great, and the knit top. It wouldn’t be the attention grabber like the little black dress, but she hoped it would catch his eye all the same.


    She quickly dressed, then rushed to the bathroom, where she chose to wear her hair naturally. She combed through it, and tried hard not to overthink anything else. After putting in her contacts, she decided on just a bit of lip liner, and was ready to go. It had been a long time since she had worried so much about a date, and all she wanted was to look like she hadn’t tried at all.


    With plenty of time to spare, she was ready when Rob knocked. She didn’t want him to see the disaster that was her apartment, so she slipped through the door, closing it behind her. She was glad to see he was dressed casually in chinos, and a loose fitting bowling style shirt. He looked great! After a quick hug, they headed down the stairs.


    “You look almost exactly like I had envisioned.” Rob said, then looked almost embarrassed. “I mean, you look great.”


    The words made her heart beat faster. Had he really envisioned her? Did he think about her as often as she had thought about him since their first meeting?


    She was surprised when they got into the town’s official sheriff’s Ford Explorer, but it was also kind of fun.


    “I have never been in a police car, and I am so glad that I can say I didn’t have to get in the back!”


    She was grateful that he took the joke, and laughed. When she said it, she knew that there were plenty of times that it might have come to pass.


    “I’m a little embarrassed,” Rob answered. “I am rebuilding a classic 1970 Corvette with a Chevy 454, but when I got in it to pick you up, I couldn’t get the thing to start.” His sheepish smile was adorable. “It’s a good thing the town council allows me to drive this whenever I like.”


    The conversation was light and easy as he moved through the town. She didn’t want to ask where they were going, but was curious when they drove through the town proper, then continued into a residential area.


    “So just exactly where are these best steaks in Spencerville?” She finally asked.


    Sheriff Cooper turned into a cul-de-sac in a cute neighborhood. The houses were far enough apart to give privacy, but still formed a close community. In her mind, this was heaven. The dream of fame had long since passed, and this is what she now desired for her future. She only hoped that she had not left small town life so far behind, that this was no longer an option.


    “I’m sorry,” he said teasing. “Did I not tell you? It turns out that the Spencerville Sheriff, also grills the best steak in town.”


    He walked her into a house that was small, but kept immaculate. She knew he was former military, and his house was kept exactly as she would have expected. Instead of showing her to a seat, they walked into the kitchen, where he put her to work.


    “The potatoes are in the oven, and the New York Strips have been marinating all day.” He pointed to some bowls of produce. “I didn’t have time to make the salad, but if you don’t mind, you can add whatever you like. There is some fresh bread that we can warm up in the oven, and I’ll get these steaks on the grill.”


    Carrie didn’t know what to say. In California, dating was something where you tried to impress not only who you were taking out, but anyone else who might see. Rob was preparing the steaks, and she was left to wash her hands and make a salad. What kind of date was this?


    It only took a few moments until they were talking, and laughing, as each of them did their part. He didn’t seem to care about impressing her, but only cared about having a good time. Being together was what seemed to matter, and Carrie loved the fact that he wasn’t showing off how much he could spend, but instead, he had included them both as a part of the date. She put together the salad, and wasn’t shy about going through his refrigerator, and cupboards, to find ingredients to make it better.


    When Rob suggested the patio table by the pool, she couldn’t have picked a better spot. And when she cut into her steak, she knew he hadn't been boasting.


    “Oh my God! This might be the best steak that I have ever had!”


    Rob looked at her with just a little bit of pride.


    “I would never brag about something if I couldn’t back it up”.


    She made him tell her about his time in the service, and how he had won the Silver Star. When he talked about the wedding shootout on the shoreline of the Qargha Reservoir, it was like she was watching a movie.


    “Oh my God! You really are a hero!” She was very impressed. “I can’t even imagine that horror. Especially on their wedding day.”


    “Yeah” Rob nodded. “Even in that place, where we were on alert every minute of every day, a wedding is the last place you would expect to hear automatic rifle fire.”


    When he told her about being injured in an ambush, it made her own personal issues seem so minor.


    “In all the chaos, and bedlam, I didn’t even know I had been shot. My only thought was to survive, and how I could help my brothers stay alive.” He looked down at his plate, and was on the verge of tears. “When it was all over, I tried to stand, and my leg wouldn’t support me, that is when I knew there were big problems. It’s been a long recovery, but I made it through, when others I loved didn’t.”


    Carrie held his hand over the table. They sat in silence for a moment before she spoke.


    “That must have been awful for you.” She wanted to hold him in her arms and take all that pain onto herself.


    Rob looked at her and smiled.


    “Enough of that. I want to know all about you. Who is your favorite actress?”


    “Julia Roberts.” She answered without hesitation. “I used to watch her movies over and over, and recite her lines in the mirror.”


    They spent the next hour playing the “get to know you” game. Silly questions, and answers, that had them both laughing, and thinking of the next question.


    “What is your most embarrassing moment?” Carrie asked next.


    “The time I thought I had a few hours alone in my tent, so I tried to take care of some personal issues, and got interrupted by three guys getting in early from patrol.”


    “Oh no! Do you mean what I think you mean?” Carrie covered her mouth with her hand to contain her laughter as Rob nodded bashfully. “Did you at least get to finish?”


    “NO! That was the worst part.” Rob laughed as well.


    “What is the worst line you ever had to recite?”


    “That’s easy.” Carrie was having such a good time that she didn’t even consider her words, but only answered in good fun.


    “I was in this horrible Sci-fi fantasy film. It was called Professor Proton and the Planet Lesbos. You can’t even imagine? it is the cheesiest thing ever made. The sets were awful, and the script made no sense at all. There were women running around naked, and carrying ray guns that looked like they were made by some eleven year old kid in his garage. I spent three days painted green, head to toe, and wearing what was supposed to be a chrome plated breastplate, but was actually some cheap cardboard thing covered in aluminum foil. The director was intense, and was sure that this would be his break into the big time. I had this line that was so stupid, and I couldn’t stop laughing every time I said it. He must have made us take twenty cuts before he was happy.”


    “Now I HAVE to know what it was.” Rob laughed.


    Doing her best to capture the tense moment, Carrie quoted her infamous line.


    “Put your plasma cannon in my transport unit, and I will fly you to the moon.”


    They both laughed at how silly it was.


    “I mean seriously.” She was having so much fun. “This guy thought that this line was going to take him straight to the top, and all I wanted to do was get it done without laughing so hard that I peed myself.”


    Rob was laughing along, and the moment felt natural. Carrie felt comfortable talking with this easy going man, and felt like a normal person after all these months.


    “That was nothing compared to the awful shoot I did later.” She went on without thinking.


    “It was the middle of summer, it had to be at least a hundred and five degrees, and the script for this film had me wearing a leather jacket, and black spandex leggings. For some reason that was never explained, I had this switchblade knife that I kept brandishing all over the place. I was in the backseat of a car with another actor, and I was sweating so much! He was very nice, but the guy smelled so bad, and I was supposed to…”


    Stop it! The voice in her head was screaming out loud. This is a guy that you like , and you are telling him about having sex with men in front of the camera!


    “Well… it was bad.” Carrie finished, and then felt awkward.


    She didn’t know if he caught her discomfort, or if he was only continuing the conversation, but he made a joke, and things seemed to be okay again.


    “I still say having three soldiers walk in on you mid stroke is worse.” He stood up, and held out his hand. “If I sit too long, this knee will lock up. Would you like to take a walk?”


    “Sure!”


    She got up, and took his hand. The night was clear and warm, and they took a slow stroll around the swimming pool. They both looked up at the moon, and the stars.


    “Since I came home, I have been remembering things about small town life that I had forgotten. I was in such a rush to leave this place, but for the life of me, I can’t remember why. Look at all the stars. Did you know that in Los Angeles you can rarely see them? All the pollution, and all the lights drown them out. That’s no way to live.”


    Rob held her hand, and she couldn't think of anywhere she would rather be.


    “Over in Afghanistan I would look up at the moon, and think about home. It seemed strange that the people here would be looking up at the same moon, but under such different circumstances. All I ever wanted over there was to do my job so I could come back here.”


    They stared up at the night sky for a few moments in silence.


    “If only I had known I could have gotten here sooner with a plasma cannon, and a transport unit.”


    Carrie looked at him in shock, then laughed.


    “Oh no you didn’t just go there!”


    She gave him a playful push. Rob stepped back on his bad leg, then had to take another quick step to keep himself upright. This put him at the edge of the pool, and his arms started to pinwheel. Carrie rushed forward, and caught his hand. For a brief moment, she thought they were both going to go in, but with a last big tug, he stepped forward, and into her arms. Looking up into his face, she thought that he might kiss her, and the thought was very nice. Instead, he got a strange look on his face that was impossible to interpret.


    “Oh my God, I’m so so sorry, Rob, honest, I had no idea that you’d lose your balance, and, oh God, Please . . . .”


    “It’s okay, take it easy Carrie, I’m not mad, it’s just . . . .” He still had that mysterious look on his face. He smiled, and her heart started to slow down. “It’s just a weird case of Deja-vu.”


    The date continued on without a problem. Keeping with the rest of the theme, they ended up doing the dishes together. Though she had never been on a date that included helping prepare the meal, and washing up afterwards, she was having a great time. In fact, she wouldn’t have changed a thing. This was the best date she had ever had.


    When he took her home, she was conflicted. Should she sleep with him? She knew she wanted to, but was it too soon? She didn’t want to come across as a slut. Despite her past, she had always been somewhat conservative in her personal life. When he pulled up behind the shop, he walked around to get her door. That move made her decision. While he walked around the car, she decided that if he wanted her, she would be his. Gladly!


    “Thank you so much for the meal, and the great time.” she said when he helped her from the car. “You really do put out a great steak. If law enforcement doesn’t work out for you, the world can always use a good meal.”


    “With that endorsement, maybe I should hang up the badge now.”


    She looked into his eyes, and tried to sound casual.


    “Would you like to come upstairs? I could make us some coffee, or, you know, whatever.” She cringed inside, and hoped she didn’t sound stupid.


    Rob looked at his watch. That wasn’t a good sign.


    “I’d love to, but I have to be in early to get some things ready for court in the morning. Maybe another time?”


    Carrie felt her insides flip flop, and she hoped he didn’t see the disappointment in her face. What had she expected? He was a great guy, who had seen a woman in need of a friend, and he had shown her a good time. Nothing more.


    “Oh yeah, sure.” She smiled, and put on an act that was worthy of an Oscar. “I didn’t even realize it had gotten so late. I should be getting to sleep too. Thanks again for such a wonderful night. I really did have a lot of fun.”


    The scene went completely opposite from the previous time. She held out her hand to shake, and he opened his arms for a hug. She stepped into his embrace then looked up. His face was so close, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him. He leaned forward, and there was the most awkward moment where she zigged, while he zagged, and it ended with him kissing her on the cheek. It was the worst ending for the perfect night.


    “So . . . give me a call . . . if you want to.” Carrie said before turning away so he wouldn’t see her look of disappointment.


    “I will.” She was rushing up the stairs before he could respond, and she never even heard what he said next.


    Carrie threw herself on the bed and pulled her pillows to her chest. What an idiot she was thinking that a nice guy like Rob would be interested in someone with her past. Why had she talked so much about the films she had done? Being honest about her past was one thing, but telling him all about it was completely unnecessary. She knew when she came back that she was damaged goods, but she had hoped that someday she could be normal again. Six months wasn’t long, but she held on to the thought that eventually she would get there. It was too soon is all. Somewhere down the line, there would be a guy who would accept her for who she is, and not the choices she had made.


    Carrie got up, and undressed for bed. She brushed her hair and her teeth, scrubbed her face, and used the toilet. She pulled her favorite oversized t-shirt over her head, then turned out the lights. In bed with the covers pulled tight, and her pillow cuddled in her arms, she tried to let it all go. Tomorrow was another day, and life would go on.


    When her phone chimed, Carrie almost ignored it. With a long sigh, she turned on the bedside lamp, and looked at the screen.


    [Sheriff Cooper: Sorry to run like that. Hope you didn’t get the wrong idea. Do have to be up early. Had a great time. Would really like to see you again.]


    The smile came reluctantly to her lips, but once it did, she couldn’t stop. Had her insecurities gotten the best of her? She wanted so bad to believe that there was a chance. She picked up the phone, and sent a reply.


    [Carrie Anne: I would like that. Sleep well. Goodnight.]


    She started to put the phone down when it went off again.


    [Sheriff Cooper: Forgive me if I forgot to mention it earlier. You looked beautiful tonight.]


    Now the smile was joined by a warm flush. Not trusting herself with words, she sent back an emoji of a blushing smile.


    With those two texts, she had regained the happiness of the whole night. Afraid that she now wouldn’t be able to sleep, she opened the bedside drawer to get something to help.


    “Hello old friend, it looks like it’s just you and me tonight.”


    Carrie reached in and pulled out her favorite purple silicone toy. She placed her pillows behind her, and leaned back. With eyes closed, she pictured the way Rob had looked tonight in the moonlight. Her hands traveled across her chest and touched her breasts through the cotton of her nightshirt. It was his hands she was imagining.


    One hand massaged her chest, while she let her other hand slip down into the soft hair between her legs. Her fingers knew all the right places to explore, but she fantasized about them belonging to Rob. His hand pressed up against her tightly, his fingers moving over her sex. She sighed loudly when his middle finger slid between her lips and wet itself, then glided up to tease her clit. She imagined biting his neck when his finger came back down and entered her. There was a moan as he touched her just the way she wanted.


    Her hand reached out and found her toy, while her mind pictured him standing between her legs. His erection let her know what he wanted, and she wanted so much for him to have it. Guiding the toy to her crevice, she felt him running the head across her, wetting it, and teasing her at the same time. When he was ready, she cried out as he pressed himself inside of her.


    “Oh Rob! Yes. Just like that.”


    With steady strokes, he moved in and out. She wanted him to kiss her, she wanted to feel his breath, to feel the weight of his body on top of her while she gave herself to him would have been fantastic. Instead, she concentrated on feeling him inside of her. Her free hand came down, circling her clit as she felt him thrusting harder. In her head, she could see the look on his face, and the way their eyes locked as they made love. What would his deep, sexy voice sound like when he came?


    This last thought took her to the edge. Hearing him cry out in her mind, she gasped, then felt her orgasm spread through her middle. She pressed her fingers against her button, and pushed her toy deep inside. Fantasy Rob came inside her while she felt the tingles and jolts move through every part of her. She wanted him to kiss her! The feeling of his mouth on hers when she moaned out his name would be the perfect ending.


    Her heart was beating fast, and the euphoric feeling left her sinking into the bed with no energy to move. Slowly she withdrew the toy, and had one last little fantasy of Rob pulling out of her. For the hundredth time, she wished she could feel his kiss. Instead, she laid there with a satisfied smile.


    With a promise to remember to wash him tomorrow, she placed her toy beside the bed and turned out the light. The smile on her face never left as she drifted off into a happy sleep. Her last thought before her eyes closed, kept the smile on her face the whole night through.


    He thinks I’m beautiful!




    Chapter 3

    The next few weeks were some of the best that Carrie could ever remember. They had waited only two days before they went out again, and this time they went did the more traditional, dinner and a movie. Another two days, found them bowling. (He won) Then a few days later it was mini golf, (He won again), and the arcade. (She finally won!) Kicking his butt in Skee-Ball and Air Hockey, left them in a tie, and already having suspicions that he let her win the last one, she stayed away from any more competitions. Not that it mattered. She would have continued her losing streak as long as it meant she could keep having this much fun.


    Rob made her feel good about life again. Being with him made her end her self imposed isolation, and get back into the world. She started doing some shopping, and running errands for her mother. A lunch with her dad didn’t go great, but it wasn’t a disaster by any means. Her day at the salon was somewhat awkward when she saw two women pointing at her and whispering, but what could she expect? In a small town, rumors flew like birds, and there was no stopping them; Carrie had made her choices, and she was prepared to live with them. She had anticipated those bad days, and took them in stride. There were a couple of uncomfortable moments when she was approached by men and asked outright if she was Bobbie Soxx, from the “movies”, and a rather rude encounter with a woman at the grocery store who asked her if she was “that woman who did the porn”. Her response was always the same. No evasion, but enough of an answer to discourage any further conversation.


    “No,”, she would reply with a courteous smile, “that isn’t me anymore.”


    Mostly, she was returning to the happy, optimistic person that she had always felt she was. Life had thrown her a loop, and for good or bad, she had rolled with it. There was no changing your past, but she would continue into the future the best that she was able. It was her mother who was the first to notice something different.


    “You seem more positive lately,” she told Carrie at the store one day. “Are you letting go of your of your negative chi and climbing out of the funk?”


    She hugged her mother, who had always been somewhat of a hippie. Today she was wearing a tye-dye tank top with two cartoon fingers lifted in a peace sign.


    “I am mom.” She squeezed her tight, then finished with the lyrics of one of her mother’s favorite songs. “I’m just kicking down the cobblestones. Looking for fun, and feelin’ groovy!”


    A few days later, riding with the top down in Rob’s car, that song came on the classics radio station, and her laughter poured out into the air. It was silly, but that is the way he made her feel, and before they knew it, they were spending almost everyday together.


    Two nights a week, he had to work dispatch down at the station. Being a quiet town, this almost always meant a long boring night. Carrie started bringing him a home cooked meal on these occasions. The first time she walked in, she was aghast.


    “Rob! Your office is so ugly. When was the last time this place was re-decorated, 1975?” She asked joking.


    Rob looked around and considered.


    “You know . . . It’s possible.” He ran his fingers through his goatee in thought. “I took over from Sheriff Martin five years ago. He had been sheriff for almost forty five years. If he re-decorated once in all that time, that could mean that I am due to change some things in . . . oh . . . another seven years.”


    Carrie laughed while looking around and inspecting.


    “This linoleum is so worn, I can see bare floor in places, and that desk looks like something even The Salvation Army would turn down. Look at how bad those file cabinets are dented, and these . . . .” She pinched the plaid curtains between finger and thumb, then let them fall. “I don’t even have a word for these.”


    “I never really noticed it. When I was elected, I just moved in.” He seemed to see his office for the very first time in years. “I’m not even sure the council would approve the spending on upgrades.”


    “If the town can’t afford to spruce this place up, then I am taking it on myself to do it for you.”


    And so she did. She would bring dinner twice a week, and a little something nice to brighten up the place. She used some old rugs that her mother had to cover the floors, then brought in a wood desk and file cabinets that her father had in storage. She bought a couple of plants, and some inexpensive artwork, but the first thing to get tossed was those ugly curtains.


    After their first month together, she invited Rob to a small town tradition that she had forgotten all about during her time in the city. The Sunday Dinner. Whether you went to church, or slept in, most every Sunday around 1 pm, people would gather around the table at houses all around, and have a nice sit down meal together. People would come by, or you would go to visit, but it was much more than just a meal. She could remember the adults sitting around the table for hours while the kids went outside to play. Bringing the sheriff to Sunday dinner made her feel like a real life grown up.


    After lunch, she got up to help her mother in the kitchen, and left her father to talk with Rob. While putting the dishes in the sink to soak, and getting the desert from the side board, her mother prattled on.


    “The sheriff! When you said you wanted to bring a friend to dinner, I thought he might be the reason for all your joy lately, but Sheriff Cooper?” She seemed so pleased, that Carrie knew there must be a shoe to drop.


    “Your father and I voted for him in both elections, and he seems like such a catch. Just look at the way they are talking out there, probably trading army stories.”


    The way her mother rolled her eyes showed her disdain for all things military, yet she knew she was proud of her husband’s service record, and had always been his biggest supporter.


    “I have to ask.” Her mother took her hands. “Does he know about,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “those things you did in California?” And there it was!


    It was always said the same way. In a whisper, and with a hint of horror akin to murder. When Carrie returned home, her mother had been her rock, and she would always love her. At times like these though, she just wanted to scream and tell her that she wasn’t a bad person for making the choices she had made. Making sure she emphasized the word, she replied.


    “You mean the Porn?” From the way her mother winced, she regretted it instantly. “Yes mom. He has know from the start. He says it is in the past, and that it isn’t an issue.”


    Not wanting to have this conversation, she picked up the pan of her mother’s Apple Brown Betty.


    “Grab the dishes, and let’s see what the guys are talking about.”


    Without letting her mom get another word in, she walked through the swinging door between the kitchen and the dining room. Her father was on the edge of his seat, and looked about ready to burst. Rob was sitting with his hands raised, and telling what appeared to be a funny story.


    “Everything checked out, his credentials, the appointment, all of it. But, the Colonel, while insisting he was not intoxicated, could not explain his nudity.


    “What did you do?”


    “I only had an hour left at post, and this was a high ranking guy. What do you think I did? I handed him back his ID, raised the gate, and snapped my best salute when he drove past!”


    Her father exploded in laughter. Carrie knew she had to ask him to repeat the story later, the way her father was wiping his eyes, it had to be a good one.


    Her father’s laughter was good to see. Rob seemed to be making a great impression, and she loved seeing her father happy for a change. He had even been looking at her and smiling throughout lunch. When her mother put the plates in front of him, he served their guest first, then handed her the second serving, a simple, but meaningful gesture of respect. When they got up to leave an hour later, he walked them to the door. He shook Rob’s hand, then surprised her even further by giving her a hug.


    “You two should stop by again soon. I love you Kiddo.”


    Walking to the car, she put her arm through his, and couldn’t stop smiling. When he got in the car, he leaned over and gave her a kiss before starting up the Corvette.


    “Your parents are great. I can see how much they love you.”


    Carrie responded without the sadness that she would have so recently.


    “I think that is the first time he has called me Kiddo since I left for California, and I could count the times he has hugged me since then on two hands.” She reached over, and gave his leg a squeeze, knowing that her words were true.


    “You have made all the difference in helping me turn my life around.”




    The next week, Carrie was reminded of another small town tradition. This was one that she would have rather forgotten. The Drop By.


    For some reason that she had never understood, small town folk loved to stop by unannounced. If this was to feel welcomed no matter what, or to spy on what might be going on when you weren’t expecting visitors, she didn’t know, but the day Rob showed up, she was neck deep in laundry, and in no way expecting company.


    When his knock came, she panicked. “Who is it?”


    “Hey, it’s me. I just stopped by to get some more of your mom’s ointment, and thought I’d see if you wanted to go shopping with me.”


    She looked at her apartment, and blanched. There was a pile of clothes on the bed waiting to be folded. Every space that could hold a hanger was occupied by her air-dry only items. Her hair was pulled up into pigtails, and she was wearing men’s boxers, with a white tank top with no bra!


    “Hold on!!!” She frantically grabbed the stuff on the bed, and threw it without thought into the bathroom. The hangers all were gathered, and hung, wet or dry, in her tiny closet. “I’ll be right there!”


    Carrie tossed a dozen Diet Coke cans into the trash, and pushed a couple of old pizza boxes into the empty oven. She grabbed her blanket, and pulled it hastily up over the bed, and wondered to herself, have I always been such a slob?



    When she walked to the door, she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror, and the answer came with a laugh. Oh God! I guess I always have!


    “HI!” she answered, trying to look casual. “I’m so glad you stopped by.” She lied.


    He gave her a hug. With his arms around her, she forgot about everything for a moment… but only for a moment.


    “I was thinking about going to the antique store to find a bookcase to go with my desk, and I thought you might like to come along. Besides, I have never seen your apartment.”


    She saw him look around, and she followed his gaze. Her blood froze as she looked around with him. There above the bed was the bra she had hung up to dry. Not just any bra, but her good, black lace, see through one, that she had only worn because all her everyday bras were all dirty. OH CRAP!


    The brassiere hung from the ceiling fan, spinning lazily in the afternoon breeze.When she thought her shame couldn’t get any worse, she looked down. Another item had escaped her notice, and laid on the bed in plain sight. Her dildo sat in the middle of her comforter like a purple exclamation point to her embarrassment.


    To his credit, Rob looked away like he was studying the floor plan, but she knew that he had already taken in the whole scene with his keen eye. There was nothing to do but act like there was nothing out of place.


    “Sure!” she replied with a cheerfulness that she hoped would cover her real feelings. “I would need a few minutes to get ready.”


    He seemed to realize that he had intruded, and was quick to rectify the situation.


    “Yeah, sure.” He looked embarrassed, and that made her even more uncomfortable.


    “I haven’t even been downstairs.” He had a smile that made her forget about everything. “I’ll talk to your mom, and meet you after I have my stuff taken care of.”


    Like he hadn’t seen her at her worst, he headed down the stairs to the store, and gave her the opportunity to dress, and meet him on better terms.


    Fifteen minutes later, they were heading to the antiques shop, and talking like nothing had ever happened.


    The store was located just outside of town, and it had the most amazing collection of curios, and interesting items that one could imagine. They entered, and started to browse. The first thing that caught her eye was hanging on a dressmaker's mannequin. It was the most beautiful corset she had ever seen!

    She admired it while Rob went on to look at other things. It was antique silk and lace, and had faux pearl buttons along the bodice. Carrie looked at the tag, and knew it was out of her price range.

    “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” The voice surprised her, but she turned to see the proprietor admiring it also. “I wore it on my wedding night, almost fifty years ago. I hate to let it go, but I don’t have a daughter to pass it on to.” She paused, not wanting to be offensive. “With your figure… it would look darling on you.”


    Carrie looked at it with desire. It would look gorgeous on it’s own, but would also go with a turtleneck, or under a blazer. Wanting it was killing her, but she knew that for now, she couldn’t afford it.


    “I bet you looked great in it!” She smiled at the older woman, and knew she was right. “I just can’t afford something this beautiful right now.


    She caught up with Rob, and they looked at all sorts of things. She found an old candle holder that she thought would go with her mother’s style.


    “Don’t you think this candelabra would go great in the store?”


    Rob was busy looking at his phone, though she had never heard it ring.


    “Yeah. You should get it.” He looked distracted, but answered her. “I have to take this, but I’ll be right back.”


    After another hour of shopping, she had two items, and he had found a bookcase that was as close a match to the desk she had given him, as if they had been made together.


    When she got into the car, there was a package sitting in the passenger seat. Carrie didn’t know what to do, so she stood there with the door open, and a blank look on her face.


    “Robbie?” It was a name he bristled at, but she could tell he secretly liked it. “What is this?”


    He looked at the package and shrugged.


    “I was with you, what would I know?”


    Carrie untied the string and removed the top of the box. Her breath caught as she saw the yellowed silk, and lace beneath.


    “Oh no! You shouldn’t have!”


    Rob could tell that she loved it, and didn’t take her words to heart. He waited for her to respond.


    “Oh my god! I love it! It’s too much! You really shouldn’t have.”


    She smiled as they pulled out of the parking lot, and she held his hand.


    “I saw the way you were looking at it, and I couldn’t resist. I’m sure it will look great on you.”


    While they drove away, Carrie couldn’t help but think about his words. After six weeks of dating, they had never slept together. If it weren’t for the long make out sessions they had, she wouldn’t be sure if they were an item at all. Besides the few times he had touched her breasts, or she had rubbed his crotch through his pants, they had behaved like a young couple under chaperone. She was all for going slow, but was it more than that?


    She leaned over the seat and put her head against his shoulder. The thoughts in her head were both awesome, and terrifying at the same time. She was falling in love. While she wanted this moment to last she knew . . .


    It was time that they had a talk.




    Chapter 4



    “Hey babe, I'm glad you liked dinner. When I said I'd make Italian, I'd hoped you'd be okay with chicken alfredo versus the traditional red sauce. I mean, I love red sauce, but alfredo cooked from scratch, mmmmmmmmm good, ya' know?”


    Carrie loved chicken alfredo. She supposed this was some of the best she had ever tasted, but she hadn’t been able to fully enjoy it. All night long, she had had something nagging at her mind. The same thing that had been plaguing her thoughts for over a week.


    Her new life was dedicated to accountability, and honesty. While she thought she had been true to the first part, honesty meant not only admitting her mistakes of the past, but also to being open in the future. Each time she had started to broach the topic, she had gotten scared, and backed off. She could feel herself doing the same thing now. Dinner had been great, and Carrie hated to ruin it.


    “I'm gonna' clear these dishes.” When Rob stood up to get the plates, she saw an out, and started to stand and help him. “No no . . . I got them this time. You finish up the garlic bread, hope it wasn't too cheesy.”


    While he took the dishes to the sink, she grabbed the last piece of garlic bread, and did some serious stress eating. Food made a great alternative to real discussion, so she stuffed her face instead of facing reality.


    "Can anything ever be too cheesy?" Carrie took another bite. It really was scrumptious. "It was all so delicious! Thank you."


    Rob looked over from the counter where he was placing dishes into the washer.


    “So, any idea what you'd like to do tonight? Watch a movie? Or do you wanna' go out, maybe out 197 to St. Mary's River, you know, we could even fish a bit if you wanted.”


    Anything sounded better than what she knew they had to do. A drive in his convertible, a movie where there was no opportunity to talk, she would even pretend again that she enjoyed fishing, if only to spend a few hours with him where they could be happy, and at peace.


    She knew that she had put this off longer than she should.


    "Do you think maybe . . . Would it be okay . . . if we just sat and talked?"


    Rob walked from the sink, wiping his hands on a dishcloth. He sat down opposite her, and took her hands across the kitchen table. He seemed so confident, and like anything that was said, he would have a solution, that her nerves calmed a bit.


    "Sure! I like talking with you! Whatcha' have in mind"?


    Taking a deep breath, Carrie jumped right in.


    "These past seven weeks have been great. You have done so much for me that I can't even begin to thank you. That night we met, that was the first time I had been out in public for six months.” She remembered back to how sheltered, and alone she had felt. “You have made me start living my life again, and your friendship means so much to me."


    When she used the word “friendship”, she cringed inwardly. It wasn’t what she meant, but his smile never faltered, and she wasn’t sure if he got just how important this was to her.


    "Babe, it means a lot to me too. I never expected to find someone here in town, I mean, really, when you look around . . . you know what I mean. Nice people, still. And then I found you."


    Why did life have to be so confusing? He called her babe, he was so good to her, his kisses felt so right, then he says he found her. Did he feel the same way as she did? She felt so confused.


    "This might sound strange, but I'm not really sure what it is we are doing.”


    Carrie felt so stupid, like a naive high schooler wanting to “go steady”.


    “You know that I have baggage, that I am an emotional wreck. I just need to know, you know, for myself... what it is we are doing." She looked at him a bit terrified. "Do you find me attractive?"


    "What-t-t-t?" He sort of stuttered, and she thought that his normally, deep, commanding voice sounded so cute. "Are you kidding?"


    Rob gave her an appraising look that made her feel self conscious, yet also made her sit up straight and feel desirable.


    "You, geesh, you're stunning. Like, you coulda' won Miss Ohio or something."


    Her held breath came out in a silent sigh. He always knew just the thing to say, and with that voice, he could say she was hideous, and still make it sound good.


    "I'm not going to say that isn't nice to hear." Carrie laughed in true pleasure.


    That wasn’t the end, and she still needed to get to the truth. She turned serious again and asked the next question.


    "Does my past bother you? Is it something that you can't deal with?"


    She felt like she hit closer to the mark with that one.


    "Your past? Um. Look. Let me be honest, ok? Honesty is probably something that you want to hear right now, at least I hope so, and keep in mind that this isn't easy for me to say."


    Rob stood up from the table, and began to pace around.


    "I can deal with your past, but, I'm a little bit intimidated, I'll admit. I mean, I've seen a few of those movies, of course . . . I mean, nothing with you in it.” He looked away from her. “But, well, some of those guys are, um, kinda' well endowed, and I just wonder if I would, well, you know, be good enough for you because they're so much more experienced and stuff."


    He ended with his hands gripping the back of the chair. This wasn’t the first time she had seen this reaction, and she wondered if anyone outside the business really understood how it was.


    "Oh God! If you only knew!"


    All she wanted was for him to sit back down and hold her hands again.


    "You want honesty, well here goes. Those scenes aren't any fun to do. The lights are hot, there are people walking around, the director is shouting things that are sometimes physically impossible to do, and you are with a virtual stranger, trying hard not to think about what it is you are doing.”


    Why did people think that porn was something that either actor enjoyed? She had talked to male stars who admitted to hating it, and only thinking about getting home to the person they loved made it bearable. People may fantasize, but most stars would say it was only a way to survive. It was nobody's first choice, but you did what you had to do.


    “Nothing," Carrie looked straight into Rob’s eyes, "I mean nothing, would ever come close to the feeling of when it is real." She paused, hoping that he was understanding her words. "When there is love."


    "Huh. Didn't know that. I mean, some of the girls sure seem to . . .well . . . like it a lot."


    "You can't tell by watching, but some of the best acting in movies is done in the adult industry." She had to laugh at this. “We are the ones who should be getting the Oscars!”




    He kept pacing the kitchen, and it was starting to make her nervous.


    "And I haven't, you know, pushed anything between us, well, because of your past. I just didn't want you thinking that because I knew, I thought you were . . . easy. I respect you too much for that, Carrie."


    The way he looked at her, and spoke, made her know in her heart he was telling the truth. She didn’t take offense to what he said.


    "You have never treated me with anything short of absolute respect. It is the thing that draws me to you."


    "I really like you a lot. I'm seeing no one else, and only have a desire to be with you."


    The more he talked, the more she wanted him to sit back down, and hold her hand again. Even better if he would set her mind at ease, and hold her in his arms. There was one other thing that troubled her though.


    "So I have to ask. We see each other everyday, you aren't seeing anyone else, and you like me a lot... is it your job?”


    She knew how small town life could be. All of the gossip, and rumors, it was almost impossible to keep your privacy. As an elected official, her past could cause a problem for him. The current mayor had been caught with a prostitute up in Fort Wayne before the last election, and everything had eventually blown over, but it still could be an issue for Rob. Small town folks could be judgemental, but they had a weird Code of Honor too. They might talk behind your back, but if you admitted your mistakes, they would give their forgiveness.


    “You will be up for re-election; would being with me hurt your future?"


    "Is it . . .ah . . .what's 'it?'"


    Rob looked genuinely confused.


    "I don't understand. People have seen us together. You know that. And quite honestly, if anyone has a problem with me being with you, they can kiss my law enforcement officer ass."


    She secretly loved the way he was willing to defend her. While she didn’t need a knight in shining armor to save her, it was always nice to know someone was there for you, no matter what.


    "Do you mean, why haven't I invited you to stay overnight? If that's it, I told you, I wanted to go slow, to make sure you know I respect you. It's not that I'm not interested. Christ, you're so damn sexy I just wanna' . . . ."


    His honesty and passion were so evident in his words, that she felt reassured immediately. Carrie laughed as most of her concerns had been wiped away.


    "Staying the night is part of it I guess. I have thought about falling asleep with your arms around me many times."


    For once he looked like he was shocked by something she had said.


    "Robbie, I want you. I thought that was obvious. I don't mind waiting, but I want to know if that is where things are heading. I'm wondering why you haven't tried to . . ." Her embarrassment surprised her.


    "Why we have never slept together."


    The look he gave her was nothing that she had expected. All of her doubts returned. He didn’t hug, or kiss her. He didn’t look like the idea of making love to her was even on his mind. Instead, he held out his hand, and guided her from the kitchen.


    "Come here, please, come with me."


    He led her into the living room, and had her sit on the couch. This was beginning to look like a situation where she had misread every sign that was there to see.


    "Be right back."


    Carrie tried so hard to come up with an excuse to explain everything that had been said, and a way to get out of this gracefully. Thinking about opening her heart, only to be rejected, had her near tears. When Rob walked back into the room with a guitar strapped over his shoulder, she was more confused than ever.


    "Please . . . I have to get this out . . . I know it is early, probably too early, but I'm going to say it anyways . . ."


    He started to play.


    I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy.

    I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need.

    I love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do

    I will be strong, I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on a new beginning.

    A reason for living. A deeper meaning.

    I want to stand with you on a mountain.

    I want to bathe with you in the sea.

    I want to lay with you forever.

    Until old age comes down to get me


    As far as performance, it wasn’t great. His voice was beautiful, but his playing was shaky, and he missed a bunch of notes. It didn’t matter. It was the most romantic, and amazing moment of her life. Without thinking, she said the words.


    "I think I'm falling in love with you."


    It was the first time Carrie had ever said that to someone. She was shocked, but knew her words were true. Taking a deep breath, she went on.


    "Like my hero Julia Roberts might say . . . I'm just a porn star, standing in front of the sheriff, asking to be loved."


    Rob stared at her for a moment, and she stood there proudly, wondering what his response might be. Whatever it was, she knew she had been honest.


    His laughter was not expected.


    "I'm not laughing."


    His actions made a lie of his words as he started to laugh harder.


    She held herself in check, and refused to show him any embarrassment. If she had to walk home, and cry it all out when she got there, then so be it. She refused to break down here in front of him.


    His next words erased all of those fears.


    "I do love you, Carrie."


    Her chest loosened, and breathing came easier.


    "And, I do want to make love to you. Please stay the night?"


    She stood up, and went into his arms. The guitar made the hug a little awkward, but once he swung it behind him, everything was good. She held him tight, and felt something that she hoped was not his service revolver against her.


    "No reason to say please, I thought you might never ask."


    Their kiss had her heart racing. His tongue played with hers, then he bit her lip playfully. His arms circled her waist, then picked her up off the floor. She couldn’t get enough of his kisses, so she put her hand behind his head, and forcefully pulled his face tightly against her own. While their tongues danced, she could feel his breath in her mouth. She wrapped her legs around him, as tight as she could. She was sure that she was feeling Robbie, and not some other object, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her.


    Carrie bit Rob’s neck, then moved to suck his earlobe into her mouth. She stuck her tongue in his ear, then blew lightly before whispering.


    “I have wanted this for so long.”


    A last circle of her tongue ran around his ear.


    “Take me to bed and make love to me Robbie.”



    Chapter 5


    Just as she had expected, the bedroom was clean and tidy, the same as the rest of the house. Not that it would have made a difference if it had not been. The second they stepped inside, they picked up right where they had left off.


    Her hands were in his hair, pulling his lips to hers. He was so much taller, that she was on her tiptoes just to reach his mouth. Once again, Rob reached around her and lifted her up off the ground. His hands went beneath her to support her weight, with the added benefit, of squeezing, and rubbing her butt. Her fingertips were massaging his scalp, and neck, while their tongues were dancing together. When he squeezed her cheeks, she half moaned, half laughed into his open mouth. With her legs locked around his waist, she slowly started to grind herself against him. This time it was him who returned the moan.


    They stayed kissing like this for awhile. The impatience she had felt was gone. Now that she knew he loved her, it didn't seem to matter how long they waited. Knowing they would make love tonight made all of this a sweet tease, with the excitement of knowing the rest would follow.


    Eventually Rob put her back on her feet. There was a look of heat in his eyes, and she felt proud of herself to have him so turned on. His fingers went to the top button of her blouse, and she stared into his eyes, giving him her consent with a look. With the top three buttons undone, he stopped to place kisses on her exposed neck, and chest, then resumed unbuttoning. When he had her top completely undone, he again kissed her all over. His lips touched the swell of each breast above her bra, then the valley in between. He placed soft kisses down her stomach, and flicked his tongue around her navel. He never rushed, but gave every part of her a bit of attention. When he removed her shirt, the tease continued with a bite to her neck, while his hands caressed her shoulders and sides.


    Rob's fingers moved to the waist of her slacks, and deftly opened the clasps. As he had done with her blouse, he took his time, no rushing. When he slowly lowered her pants, he spent time on every inch of her. There was a long lick just above her underwear, a small bite on her thigh, a squeeze to her ass, and kisses everywhere.


    In a way she couldn't explain, she was nervous. She had danced nude on stage, been naked on a set with dozens of people walking around, and who knows how many people had seen her movies. Yet here she was, standing in her underwear in front of the man she had fallen in love with, and she was suddenly as modest as a virgin on her wedding night. Carrie desperately hoped that Rob would be pleased with her.


    He stood back just a bit to take in her body, now mostly revealed to him. "Wow," he said, looking at her eyes, "you are like Venus, revealed." He stood up and took her hand gently in his, and led her over to the bed.


    "Please...lay down," he guided her onto her belly, getting a pillow under her head. He saw her looking at him, questioning.


    He took a small bottle from his nightstand and he put some of the liquid onto his hands, then rubbed them together.


    "I think you will like this. I know that I will."


    And with that, he sat on the edge of the bed and put his hands on her, and began to slowly massage the upper part of her back, and shoulders, the slight liquid feeling nice and warm against her skin. He moved his hands across her back, then up one arm, and back down, then going to the next arm, and again back. As he reached the middle of her back, he deftly unclasped her bra, and by touching her on both sides of her chest, silently urged her to raise up a bit, so that he could remove the bra.


    Sitting up, Carrie let him remove her bra. Deciding it was now, or never, she sat up straight, so that he could look at her.



    The way his eyes checked her out, made her think he liked what he saw. Gently, he laid her back down on the bed, and resumed the massage. His hands rubbed the tension from her back, then moved down to her waist. Rob moved down her left leg, squeezing, and and rolling his fingers, then did the reverse with her left leg.


    Carrie felt the anticipation grow when he took hold of her underwear, and started to remove them. Taking a deep breath, she lifted up, and let him lip them down her legs.




    The leg massage continued, to include her now bare butt. It was a long, slow, tease, and with every movement of his hands, her arousal grew. Rob used one hand on her back, while his other hand rubbed her upper thigh. On the second trip down her leg, he moved farther inside. When his hand traveled up her inner thigh, she felt his hand brush across her center, causing her to close her eyes, and sigh into the pillow. She could feel how wet he was making her, and didn’t know just how much more she could take before attacking him.



    She felt him move on the bed, then he was kissing her all over. His lips touched her shoulder, then her lower back, the hair of his goatee tickled her in the most perfect way with every kiss. It was the cutest thing when he kissed her on both buttocks, and when he started on her legs, she couldn’t hold out any longer.


    Carrie rolled over, and onto her back, presenting herself to him fully. Rob looked at her from head to foot. She wanted him to like what he saw, she wanted him to know she was his. His voice was even sexier when he was aroused, and his words made her tingle all over.


    "God, you are so beautiful."


    His head moved back down, and he placed a kiss on the inside of each thigh. Carrie opened her legs, needing him to taste her. His face moving in, she felt his tongue against her for the first time.


    First his tongue only circled the outside of her sex, but when he pressed his mouth harder, and she felt him licking deeply, her hands moved down, and into his hair. Her fingertips massaged his scalp, and ran his hair her hands. She didn’t pull on his head, or try to guide him, but only tried to show him how much she was enjoying this, and give him encouragement to continue.


    His tongue was was teasing, and dancing all over her. His beard was tickling her inner thighs. When he licked her clit, it made her cry out in pleasure.


    “Ohhhhhh”


    She could feel him suck hard against it, then release to run his tongue across the little pearl. While he was driving her crazy, his hands went behind her, to rub her butt, and pull her tighter to him.


    With her hands still in his hair, Carrie moved her foot between his legs, and started to rub. She could feel his hardness against the top of her foot, and did what she could to give him something to enjoy while he was doing everything for her. She was rewarded when he moaned against her, his breath, and the vibration feeling wonderful.


    Rob’s mouth kept moving, just when she thought it was as good as it could be, he would change it up, and send her feeling all new things. When he trapped her hood between his teeth, and tongue, her hands involuntarily clamped, and she didn’t even think about how she may be pulling his hair. The feeling of his tongue lashing at her most sensitive area was all that she could think about.


    "Ohhh, ahhhhh! Right there! Right There! Don’t stop!”


    His movements continued, and she felt herself being drawn tight like a rubberband. Then when the release hit, she felt the resulting vibration. Just like the rubberband, it was like a quick snap, followed by quivers, and shakes.


    She felt her legs clamp tightly against his head, but she didn’t worry about him. At the moment of climax, a person is at their most selfish, and she only let the feelings wash over her. The waves of pleasure hit, then receded, only to hit again. Each one sent tingles through every nerve, and caused muscles to contract and relax. Eventually her breathing slowed, and the pleasure was replaced by a lingering warmth.


    Rob moved up to lay beside her, and she leaned over for a long, wet kiss.


    "Oh my! You had that talent for all this time, and you are just now letting me see it?"


    Kissing him again, Carrie wanted him to feel how good he had made her feel. She reached for his shirt, and started to pull.


    "Now it's my turn."


    His arms raised, so she could remove his shirt. Kissing down his chest, she licked and nibbled her way to his waist. Her fingers undid his belt, and button, then he lifted up so she could take them off. She took the hem of his boxers, and couldn’t wait to see what the revealed when removed.


    His dick sprang free, and it looked fantastic. When he had talked about being intimidated, she had wondered what he might have down below. It seriously didn’t matter to her. Whatever he had downstairs, would have been fine, but it turned out that he was a healthy, natural man.


    She looked up from between his legs and smiled.


    "You had nothing to be worried about." Then without breaking eye contact, she took him in her mouth.


    Carrie let her mouth and tongue wet the head before she started to stroke with her hand. Using her mouth in connection with her hand, she started to take him in deeper and deeper.


    In the film business, she would never trust a guy not to thrust, or push her head, so she would keep it like this, but she trusted Rob explicitly. Letting go with her hand, she took him in all the way in. She slid her mouth back, just a bit at a time, licking, and moving her head from side to side. When she got near the tip, she ever so gently used her teeth to catch the head, and circled it with her tongue again and again.


    Without breaking eye contact, she suddenly pressed forward, letting his whole length into her mouth again. Creating suction, she withdrew again. While she repeated this, her hands played with his sides, then moved around to grab his backside. Grabbing his ass firmly, she pulled him tightly against her face, then squeezed his cheeks, as she withdrew, and placed a strong kiss to the tip. She continued the up and down, loving the look of pleasure on Rob’s face. Deciding to try something new, she took him all the way in, then gave it a try.


    Years ago she had discovered, quite by accident, that she could purr like a cat. It happened way back in her throat, and she had always wondered if it might be something that worked with oral. The way his hands suddenly grabbed the sheets, gave her the answer.


    "God, Carrie . . . that feels amazing!"


    Carrie continued to purr, while one hand slid between them, and played with his balls. Her mouth would rise, and fall, and she could tell he was getting close. She though how much she would enjoy making him come with her mouth, but she wanted him to make love to her so badly, that she didn’t want to wait another minute. She judged his breathing, and teased him until she thought he was near the edge. With a last lick, and a kiss, she moved up the bed to lay next to him.


    Though Rob momentarily looked like he had lost his best friend, she thought he knew what she was doing, and when they kissed, it was with a passion that she had never felt before. Never in her life had she wanted a man as much as she wanted him right now. With touches, and kisses, she let him know that she was his whenever he wanted to take her. It didn’t take long till he took control again.


    While kissing her deeply, Rob gently rolled her onto her back. He positioned himself between her legs, then sucked her lip into his mouth, and let it pull slowly out. Holding his prick in his hands, he slid it slowly up her slit, then back down. Carrie let out a shiver of anticipation.


    With their eyes locked together, Rob slipped himself slowly inside of her. Carrie bit her lip, and inhaled deeply as she felt him enter her completely. He felt so good, and she knew the wait had been worth it. She could feel his body against hers, and he smiled at her as he began to withdraw. When he was almost out of her, he moved forward again, a little faster that before. She felt her body relaxing, and adjusting to having him inside, and they soon found the perfect rhythm.


    Carrie closed her eyes, and let herself feel everything. The way he felt going in and out of her, his body against hers, the way his legs were spreading hers wider, it all felt wonderful. Then when his mouth came down, and nipped one of her nipples, a long, soft sigh came from her. When he licked, and sucked gently, to remedy the bite, the sigh turned into a drawn out moan.


    Moments later, she opened her eyes when she felt him withdraw. A small mewl came out, as she saw him moving downward, then became a moan as his tongue once again teased at her clit. Around, and around, back and forth, his tongue danced and played. It felt amazing, but right now she wanted him inside her more.


    "Ohhhhh God! Please Rob . . . ohhhh . . . please . . .back inside me!" and with that, she felt him move back up, and between her legs.


    While still deep inside of her, she felt his arms slip underneath her, and lift. With seemingly no effort, he lifted her from the bed and rolled. Coming to rest on his back, he looked up at her.


    “Ride me.”


    More than happy to, she did just that.


    Rob’s hands found her breasts, and caressed them, as she lifted herself up, and let her weight take her back down on top of him. His thumbs rubbed the peak of her nipples, as she moved and squeezed her legs around him with every thrust. Carrie’s hands moved to his shoulders for balance, and she started to ride faster and faster.


    Rob’s touch turned more aggressive on her breasts, and Carrie started to squeeze harder with every stroke. She felt on the verge of another orgasm, and wanted to feel him inside of her this time. Her movements sped up a little more.From the look in his eyes, and the sound of his grunts, she thought he was close too.


    "Rob oh god! Robbie . . . I'm gonna' come,” She was crying out, and digging her fingers into his shoulders. “Come with me, I want you to cum inside me hon. Do it . . . come nowwwwww!”



    When Rob thrust upward, Carrie felt herself go. Feeling his back arch, she heard a long groan come from his mouth. Her own head fell back, and a moan went out towards the ceiling. Almost as if it were another body, she could feel the way he was moving below her, but simultaneously, she felt her own body shuddering, and convulsing. Her legs locked, and she could still feel him deep inside of her as his body stopped moving, and relaxed.


    With her hands back on his shoulders, Carrie slowly laid her body down, and on top of him. She couldn’t stop kissing him, and both of their breathing was heavy in each others mouths.


    Her mind turned to what she had said earlier, and she smiled as she thought to herself. Nothing, I mean nothing, would ever come close to the feeling of when it is real. When there is love.


    Somewhere along the way, Carrie rolled off of him, and felt a small sense of loss as he slipped out of her. She cuddled up next to him, and smiled happily while they lay side by side. Rob took her hand, and placed it to his lips. With a kiss, he whispered.


    "I love you, Carrie."


    With a squeeze, she said it right back, and there was no doubt in her mind that it was true.


    Carrie laid her head on his chest with her arms wrapped around him. She thought about how much her life had changed in the last year, and smiled at how it had all happened. For the first time in awhile, her thoughts turned to Autumn, and she imagined that her friend would have been proud of her for turning things around.


    Her fingers played with the hairs on Robbie's chest as her mind wandered and replayed the events of the day. Making love was the highlight, but all of it, even the stress of her uncertainty, added together to make it one of the best days she had ever had. Part of their earlier conversation struck her as curious.


    She leaned up, and shared a slow kiss with her love. Then smiled as she asked.


    "Did you really never look at any of my movies online?" She knew that if the roles were reversed, she would never have the restraint not to. "I would be dying of curiosity."


    He looked embarrassed, then eyed the ceiling in a slightly guilty way that made him look adorable.


    "Well . . . I might have peeked at one."


    She laughed, and he knew he wasn't in trouble. He added more.


    "It might have been more than once."


    "Robbie!" She playfully swatted his arm, but then kissed him again.


    "It was all in the name of Law Enforcement. I have to know what threats are coming into my town." He replied joking.


    Carrie put her head back on his chest, and laid there content. Listening to his heart beating, she closed her eyes.


    Almost too quiet for him to hear, she whispered.


    "That is my past, it's over and gone. You are stuck with me now. You are my second chance."
     
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  2. God

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  3. 1 Toy Maker

    1 Toy Maker Well-Known Member

    I cry FOUL!!!
    How the hell am I supposed to vote on this?
    I think this one is better than the first one i read although I did pick up a few mistakes in it. Who fucking cares its amazing! Screw you writer/s you suck!
     
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  4. Stealth Eagle

    Stealth Eagle Well-Known Member

    I have read both versions and I think it is great coming at it from both points of view. Again there were some small errors but they did not detract from the story.
    Thank you for writing.
     
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  5. ahorsewithnoname

    ahorsewithnoname Author & Admin. Live. Love. Write! Win a Pulitzer! Staff Member Founder & Admin 7-Time CAW Winner 5-Time CAW SS Winner

    Great job. Obviously a lot of work went into this, and it shows.
     
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  6. Little Miss K

    Little Miss K Naughty but Nice 3-Time CAW Winner CAW SS Winner

    Wow! I really love this one. :)

    First I will say it is very interesting being able to see a story from both sides. It was done very well, and even the dialog synced up near perfect.

    I was drawn in by the characers, and felt a lot of instances of real emotion. The sex was lovely. Very sexy. I'm glad it didn't turn into "porn sex". :rolleyes:

    There were some mistakes, but in a story this long, there weren't all that many.

    Speaking about long... This one was. :confused: I don't know what could be cut out, but it might be better if it was just a bit shorter.

    I am going to copy and paste this into the the other one. :)
     
  7. Jeymar

    Jeymar Dean of the Perverts CAW SS Winner

    Thank you for entering this story in the competition.
     
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  8. Missrachael

    Missrachael Well-Known Member Queen of Cheshire

    Fabulously detailed and tender story. This is the first I've read of 'the two' and it's a marvelous entry. The sex scene was a bonus but I'd have loved the story, even if the sex never happened, it was that good. Thank you and good luck in the vote
     
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  9. HCB0414

    HCB0414 Well-Known Member Multi-CAW Finalist 2-Time CAW SS Winner

    Well I do believe I know the group who wrote this. I could be very wrong, and if I am I look forward to seeing who wrote these two "Second Chances."

    A lot of work went into these stories. I am at a loss for words to describe them. Very well done!

    Thank you and good luck!
     
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  10. ejls

    ejls Moderator Staff Member Moderator CAW Founder 7-Time CAW Winner

    Beautifully done. It was everything a good story should be. I can't wait to read the other version to see what everyone is talking about.
     
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  11. bistander

    bistander Well-Known Member Multi-CAW Finalist KAW Winner

    I'm sorry, but the first version I read(Before I knew there were two)was a very nice story, but quite long. Now that I see this one is also over 15,000 words, I'm a bit annoyed. I know, it isn't your fault I read so fuckin' slow, but I have to complain now that I see there is another version of the same story.
    Sure, I understand it's from the other persons POV, but it's still the same story. Yes, you wrote both of them very well and they were both good on their own, but they were the same story. I've done things like this before, but I did it in the same story. No, I didn't head hop from one character to another, making it confusing to the reader. I separated the characters and changed the POV once they were alone. It can make for a very powerful story, which this one was.

    Great job, sorry I had to bitch about it, but I give up a shit load of my time to be involved in the CAWs and if everyone wrote such long stories I'd have to stop being involved.
    See the other version to see what I thought about the story without my bitching.
     
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  12. Uncle B

    Uncle B Well-Known Member 3-Time CAW Winner

    25 uses from all 3 lists. The most of any story. Great work.

    The two sided entry wasn't everyone's favorite, but I applaud the effort. It was (to me) a very interesting experiment, and one that I do not believe has ever been tried in a CAW before.

    The words you chose were sprinkled through the story naturally, and it flowed well.

    Thank you, and since I was late commenting, congratulations.
     
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  13. 1 Toy Maker

    1 Toy Maker Well-Known Member

    Well played!
     
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  14. bestoneyet

    bestoneyet Member

    Wow...both stories are amazing, kind of like life...lol. One story with 2 versions a his and hers. The thought process that each one of you took was played out by your gender. They were a wee bit long, even then I still couldn't put it down till I finished both stories.
     
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