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Harassment
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com

***

A woman with an incredible body feels as though she's 
being used by men so turns to women for love. But then 
she finds one man that sees more in her than just her 
body and becomes confused. (FF, MF, anal)

***

"It's quite an ass, isn't it?"

Lawson's head snapped around to look at who spoke just 
behind his ear in a soft murmur.

Her face was close to his, and a quick glance told him 
she was a good-looking woman, although the short-
cropped hair and lack of makeup made her look severe.

"What did you say?" he said.

"I saw you looking at her," said the woman. "It looks 
like you are hypnotized by her ass. And I was just 
agreeing with your evaluation."

Lawson was embarrassed. "I'm sorry I was so obvious," 
he said, "but she is beautiful. I'll try to control 
myself so I don't make you uncomfortable anymore."

"Oh, you don't bother me," the woman said. "I think 
her ass is amazing, too. It's not that large, but you 
can see that under the Spandex it's round and hard. 
Her ass cheeks are like two globes that have been 
pushed together, and you can imagine her asshole 
tucked perfectly in the middle. It's probably small 
and cute and tight. You'd be in heaven if you could 
stick your dick into it. But you can dream on, because 
you don't know who she is and you're never going to 
find out."

"Hold it!" said Lawson. "I think you better stop 
talking like that before someone hears you. You are 
way out of line. I like joking around and flirting, 
but I think you're inappropriate -- even if we weren't 
in a public place. And I know her, so that makes your 
remarks even more upsetting."

He looked at the woman, and she glared at him for a 
few seconds. "You're lying," she finally said with a 
nasty smile. "Maybe, I am disgusting, but there's no 
way you can hide that you're aroused."

Lawson sneaked a look down and was embarrassed to see 
a stirring at his crotch. His face started to redden, 
but when he looked up, the woman wasn't there anymore, 
because she was across the room talking to the woman 
they had been discussing.

Oh no! he thought as they both turned to look at him. 
Why did I say anything to that crazy woman? This can 
only mean trouble.

He saw them separate and continue with their workouts. 
He rushed through his while trying to stay as far as 
he could from each of them. When he left the club's 
locker room, he made a beeline for the entrance and 
avoided looking at anyone. Once sat down in his car 
and closed the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

***

He saw the slim woman with the amazing buttocks the 
next day. The woman who spoke to him had been right 
about Willow. Her breasts were certainly nice sized. 
They were full and round and a little big for her slim 
body. But that butt was so unusual that he was sure he 
was not the only man who was mesmerized by them.

The previous night in the club was the first time he 
had noticed them, and today, he saw why. Willow was 
wearing a nice but loose-fitting flower print dress, 
and if anything, it made her look a bit heavy in the 
back end. She worked in a different department of his 
company and on a different floor, but he had 
recognized her at the club, because he had once been 
introduced by a friend who had dated her. It might 
have been in the cafeteria on the first floor or at a 
company-wide function. He remembered thinking at the 
time that she was one of those women with an amazing 
face attached to a dumpy body. How wrong he had been!

She got on the packed elevator, and he saw her 
recognize him, too. She quickly turned her head away 
and looked down as everyone got off on the ground 
floor.

Two nights later, he saw her again at the club, and he 
saw the foul-mouthed woman with her. He realized they 
must be friends. He stayed away from them, but he saw 
both of them looking at him a couple of times. He 
hoped that would be the extent of his involvement with 
them, but he was wrong.

At work, he started seeing Willow more often. After a 
while it was almost every day, either on the elevator 
or in the building's lobby or in the cafeteria. It was 
too often to be a coincidence, and since she no longer 
averted her eyes but always looked at him until he 
looked away, he decided she must be stalking him.

She didn't approach him, either at work or at the 
club. But her nasty friend did. He had seen her friend 
enough now to know that she was as voluptuous in her 
way as Willow, with generous breasts and curves. She 
was tall, and her figure would have drawn stares, too, 
except her short haircut and cold expression showed 
she wasn't interested in anyone's admiration.

She came up to him as he was getting off the treadmill 
a couple of weeks later and said, "Willow might be 
willing to have sex with you."

Lawson, already short of breath, gasped and looked 
around to see if anyone had heard.

"What are you?" he finally whispered, "her pimp?"

"You asshole," said the woman. "You'll pay for that." 
She quickly walked away.

A couple of days later, he saw the foul-mouthed woman 
as he entered the workout space from the locker room. 
When she saw him, she walked toward him, but he 
decided he had had enough. He put his hands in front 
of him as she came closer, and several people around 
them turned and looked at her. In a controlled voice, 
he said, "Please don't come any closer. I'm asking you 
to stay away from me from now on because I'm here to 
work out, and I don't want to talk to anyone. It's 
nothing personal." But everyone around them could tell 
it was, especially when they saw her face fill with 
fury as she turned around and walked off.

The next day, Lawson was sitting in the Starbucks a 
block from his office sipping his cappuccino and 
looking at his iPad when someone sat down next to him. 
He didn't look up, because it got crowded early in the 
morning, and this happened often.

A melodious voice made him raise his face as it said, 
"Gina is furious at you." It was Willow, and her 
beautiful face was a few inches away from his. She was 
smiling and seemed friendly, not mad. But his guard 
went up immediately.

"I'm sorry if your friend is angry, Willow," he said, 
"but..."

"She's my partner," said Willow, "not just a friend."

Lawson was confused. "I thought you were dating 
Morris," he said.

"What?" said Willow. "You're crazy! Oh. I remember 
now. But that was more than five years ago, before I 
came out. You remember me from then?"

"I didn't at first," he said, "but when I saw you at 
the club, I knew you looked familiar, and then it came 
to me. Anyway, do you know what your friend has been 
saying to me?"

"Yes," said Willow. "Gina hates men and enjoys 
embarrassing them whenever she can. It's only talk, so 
I put up with it. But she was telling you the truth 
yesterday."

"I'm sorry," said Lawson, "but even if you two are 
lovers, it's illegal for her to procure for you." He 
looked at Willow, and her face seemed to be getting 
red.

"I'm not a prostitute," she said quietly, looking 
around.

"Even if you're not," he said, "I'm not into weird sex 
like the two of you apparently are. Do you do whatever 
she tells you to do? Does she like to match you up 
with men and watch you? Do you get off on that, too. I 
don't. I think it's sick." He saw her eyes get moist.

"I'm sorry," he said hurriedly, because he didn't want 
her to start crying. "I have no right to condemn you 
and Gina. You might think some of the things that turn 
me on are just as disgusting."

"Like wanting to tear my butt apart," said Willow, but 
she said it sadly, not accusingly.

"I never said that," he said. "She's the one who came 
up with that idea. I am not into hurting women. When I 
have sex, I try to give them as much pleasure as I 
can. I admit I'm selfish, because the more aroused and 
excited they are, the more it turns me on."

"I'd like to talk to you more," said Willow, "but I've 
got to get to work. If you want to talk to me, look me 
up in the company directory and call me."

"Wait a second," he said. "There are more than 800 
employees, and I don't know your last name."

"You can find me if you want to," she said. "Before I 
go, let me tell you a couple of things. As much as my 
ass interests you, Gina is totally obsessed with it. 
She's an ass aficionado, and she told me she thinks 
you have a great ass, too. In fact, she's now obsessed 
with your ass. And one more thing. I'm never going to 
have anal sex with you or anyone else."

She got up and left as he tried to pick his jaw up 
from the table. I have no idea what just happened, he 
thought, but she certainly knows how to arouse 
someone's curiosity. I guess she wanted to make sure 
I'd call her. As he walked to his office, he decided 
that he would call her, but he wasn't going to get 
involved with her and her friend's strange scene.

They met for lunch the next day on a picnic bench in a 
park a block from the office. They silently unwrapped 
their sandwiches, and he waited for her to say 
something. He noticed she was wearing a more 
flattering outfit than before, and she smelled good. 
This must be part of their plan, he thought.

"I don't know anything about you, Lawson," she began. 
"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I got dumped a few months ago," he said, "and I'm 
still not ready to move on. We were together for more 
than two years, and I thought she was the one."

"Did she tell you why she dumped you?" asked Willow. 
"Was it about sex?"

That was fast. He didn't want to start talking about 
his love life, but all of a sudden, that's what he was 
doing. She seemed genuinely interested in him and even 
concerned. He knew she was play acting, and he tried 
to hold back. But he found himself spilling his guts 
to her, even getting close to tears at one point.

She gently probed, like an intimate friend, although 
no friend had ever talked to him like that before. He 
talked so much that he couldn't think of anything more 
to tell her. When he stopped talking, she stood up. "I 
want to say some things to you," she said, and he 
noticed that her eyes were moist. "But we have to be 
getting back, and I want to think about what you told 
me so I don't say anything stupid. I'm going to be 
gone for a few days. Would you meet me here again on 
Monday?"

He nodded dumbly, and she began briskly walking back 
toward the office. He sat there for a while. He was 
drained, but for some reason, he felt good. He walked 
back to the office in a glow and didn't think about 
their lunch the rest of the day or that weekend. He 
worked out at the club Saturday, but he didn't see 
either Gina or Willow there.

He had a date with an old friend Sunday night, and he 
told her about the meeting with Willow but not what 
led up to it. His friend said that whether Willow was 
a professional therapist or not, she had facilitated 
an emotional cleansing, and that's why he was feeling 
so good.

Monday morning as he was getting ready for work, he 
took an inventory of his feelings and decided that he 
was looking forward to seeing Willow. This time he 
spoke first.

"I hope I didn't bore you with all my troubles last 
time," he said. "I was thinking that I also don't know 
much about you, except Gina, of course. Maybe you 
aren't ready to be as open as I was, but I'd like to 
know how you decided you were a lesbian?"

It seemed that Willow had been prepared to talk about 
him, and the question caught her by surprise, but 
after a moment of hesitancy, she began telling him 
about her sexual journey. He waited for her to hold 
back, but she went into just as much detail as he had.

She told him that her butt was always at the center of 
everything that happened to her, and she was sick to 
death of it, but in a strange way she was scared, too. 
She was worried that if she didn't have that butt, she 
had nothing else that anyone would ever pay attention 
to.

From the time she started dating in high school, she 
found that every man she had any relationship with was 
thinking of only one thing. She had normal relations 
with most of them, even though she could tell they 
were often hypnotized or distracted. Many of them 
tried hard to persuade her to have anal sex.

After a while, she was a nervous wreck and decided she 
needed to take a break from dating and find out how to 
deal with her conflicting emotions. That's when she 
met Gina. Gina told her plainly and crudely that she 
was in love with her butt, just like all the men, but 
she hoped that she could also get to know her as a 
person. When Willow told her she didn't think she was 
interested in dating women, Gina persuaded her to take 
a chance and said there would be no pressure to have 
sex.

Gina's crudeness turned her off, but her openness and 
honesty about her feelings were refreshing, and once 
she saw that Gina genuinely cared for her as a person, 
she warmed up to her. When they finally had sex, it 
was better than what she had had with any man, and the 
last two years with her had been happy ones.

She said didn't mind Gina getting herself aroused by 
using Willow's ass to harass men, although it was a 
pain getting kicked out of clubs. They had already 
been banned from four before joining his.

They had fights, like any couple, and there were some 
tensions about sex, mostly because Gina wanted her to 
participate in anal play, or at least permit Gina to 
experiment on her. She did let Gina stimulate her 
anally with a finger and her tongue. But when it came 
to anything else, she drew the line.

After Willow's long recitation, they had only a minute 
left before they had to leave. "I'm happy, Lawson," 
said Willow, "but you aren't. I'm not saying that I 
can help you, because I'm no therapist, but I want to 
suggest a few things that I hope will make things 
better for you. Would that be OK?"

"Sure," he said. "Even if I don't agree, I don't think 
that could hurt."

"Would you meet me for dinner after work?" she said. 
"I don't want to get into a heavy discussion at lunch 
tomorrow and then have to stop and go back to work."

"What about Gina?" he said.

"Oh, she's fine with it," said Willow. "If you are 
free tonight, I'll call her and let her know I'll be 
home late and why. How about the Denny's across the 
street from the office at 6?"

***

"Do you see any kind of pattern with your ex-
girlfriends?" said Willow after they ordered.

"No," he said.

"OK, give me the name of one of them, and let me try 
something," she said.

"Lauren," he said.

"OK, don't interrupt," she said. "Lauren was good 
looking and really sweet. Her body really turned you 
on, and she was warm and loving at first. You seemed 
to have a lot in common, so you were surprised when 
she started acting a little weird after you'd been 
living together for a while.

"Even though sex with her had been great from the 
beginning and you knew exactly how to satisfy her, she 
wanted to try some different things out with you, and 
it made you uncomfortable. The more she wanted to 
experiment, the more you couldn't understand what was 
wrong. Things were going so well, you thought. Why 
would she want to change anything?

"You started getting into fights over nothing at all, 
and finally she dumped you. You asked her what went 
wrong, and she said it was all her fault. You were a 
really decent guy, and she was some kind of weird 
chick, and you deserved better than her. You needed 
someone who valued and respected the great person you 
were, and she wished she was that woman, but she 
wasn't.

"When she broke up with you, you saw she really took 
it hard. You wondered why if she thought so much of 
you, she couldn't stay with you.

"OK, now you can talk."

"It wasn't exactly like that with Lauren," he said, 
"but I'm amazed because a lot of what you said was so 
close. Do you know Lauren?"

Willow didn't answer his question. "Now plug the name 
of another girlfriend into the same story," she said. 
"Don't say anything, but just think about her and how 
you broke up. After that, plug in one more name."

The waitress brought their food while he was still 
thinking, and Willow started eating while Lawson was 
deep in thought with his eyes closed.

When he opened them, he stared at her. "My god," he 
said, "what's wrong with me? You're right. It was like 
watching the same movie over and over. Once they got 
to know me, they all wanted to get away from me. I 
must be some kind of monster."

"It IS your fault," said Willow, "but not in the way 
you think. The easiest way to explain it is that 
you're a plain vanilla guy, but you're attracted to 
girls who are out on the edge, especially when it 
comes to sex. They can't help liking you, because 
you're decent and so different from most of the guys 
they've been with.

"But we all want to improve our men. Even though you 
satisfy them, they want to explore more exciting sex 
with you. But you're not an explorer. You don't want 
to take chances or get uncomfortable. The way you look 
at it is if it isn't broke, why fix it. After a while, 
they realize that they can have a happy, humdrum life 
with you or take a chance on crashing and burning to 
find someone more exciting.

"A lot of girls would be perfectly happy in a long-
term relationship with someone like you. Despite my 
being with Gina, I'm really more of a plain vanilla 
type of girl. Maybe because of my butt, I never 
attracted that kind of guy. Your trouble is, you're 
not drawn to girls who are compatible with you. For 
some reason, you go for the wild ones.

"These girls may tone things down for you at first, 
but eventually, they can't hide who they really are -- 
from you or from themselves."

"It sounds good, but I don't think you're right," said 
Lawson. "You're making it sound like sex is routine 
and mechanical for me. I told you that I am willing to 
do lots of things to pleasure my partner, because it 
matters to me that she is satisfied, even before I'm 
satisfied."

"Yes," said Willow, "but would you believe these women 
you've been with would like you to sometimes think 
only of yourself and even use them as objects. Gina is 
usually totally involved in giving me as many orgasms 
as possible, but even though I'm not one of the wild 
ones, sometimes I just want her to take me and do 
whatever she wants with me. And when she does, I go 
nuts."

"Except if she tries to do what she really wants with 
your ass," he said.

"Yes, I guess you're right," said Willow. "Maybe 
someday I can bring myself to prove how much I really 
love her by letting her do that, but right now, it 
still feels perverted and degrading to me, and I just 
can't seem to get over that."

"Why should you?" Lawson said. "It IS perverted and 
degrading. I hope you never give in."

"Why should you care?" she said.

"I don't care," he said. "It's your business. But for 
some reason, I just feel that would be wrong for you."

"What about you, Lawson?" she said. "If you really 
cared for someone, would you let her do things like 
that to you."

"You mean like stick things in my ass?" he said. "No 
thank you. I would never do anything like that in a 
million years. Even thinking about it makes me feel 
like throwing up."

"Gina really likes your ass," said Willow. "And she'd 
love to humiliate you like that. What if I paid you to 
let her play with you? How much money would it take? 
They say that everything has a price."

"They're probably right," he said. "But the price for 
me to do that would be so high that I don't think you 
could afford it. Right now I'm thinking even a million 
dollars wouldn't be enough. I'm sure you could 
eventually get me to cave for some hundreds of 
thousands. So is that what you want to do, turn me 
into a prostitute?"

"Even if that's what I wanted, you're right that your 
ass is way too expensive for me," she said with a 
laugh. "Gina's idea was to let you have sex with me. 
Are you interested in that at all."

"Honestly, Willow," he said, "you may think I'm Mr. 
Plain Vanilla, but all this kinky stuff has me so 
aroused that I'm going to have to make an adjustment 
before I stand up. What red-blooded man wouldn't want 
that? But everything else you're saying is just too 
bizarre for me to deal with. I'm sure you can find 
someone else to take your deal."

"But you're the one Gina's stuck on," said Willow. 
"It's because you work out a lot and you've got big, 
strong glutes. I've also been turned on watching you, 
especially when you wear tight outfits. I think I like 
your butt as much as Gina, maybe as much as you like 
mine."

"I guess I'm flattered," he said. "I don't know what 
else to say."

"I'll only say one other thing to you, Lawson," she 
said, and she took one of his hands in hers and held 
it. "I hope you find the right girl for a long and 
happy life together. No, don't look at me. I'm not 
that girl.

"And I know you'll be a great father. Gina and I have 
been talking about adopting, and I'm so excited. I'd 
like to have a child of my own, but I don't want to 
become pregnant by a test tube, so this looks like the 
best way.

"You need to find one of those wonderful girls out 
there who are dying to meet someone like you and stay 
away from those wild ones you seem to be attracted to. 
Or..." She paused.

"Or what?" he said.

"Or maybe you could think about opening yourself up a 
little and taking a brief walk on the wild side to see 
if you might like to change a little. I know you're 
always going to be the decent person you are. When I 
moved from men to women, I was surprised that I was 
exactly the same person. But maybe you'd like to try 
some different flavors of sex to see if there's 
anything you like besides vanilla. If you decide to 
give it a try, I'm willing to help you."

"Thanks, Willow," he said while thinking that Gina 
would probably be even more willing. "I think you 
really do want to help me."

"Yes," she said, "but you're smart, and so you also 
know that I have an ulterior motive, don't you?"

He didn't say anything as he looked down at his hand 
in hers.

"Don't you?" she repeated.

"Yes, of course," he said.

She got up. "I've enjoyed getting to know you, 
Lawson," she said. "I think it would be best for both 
of us now if we kept apart. I'm sure I'll see you 
around. Goodbye."

His eyes followed her as she walked out. For the first 
time, he noticed that she had changed since lunch and 
was wearing a dress so tight that it looked painted 
on. He didn't see a panty line either, but he and 
everyone else in Denny's did see every movement of 
Willow's amazing globes as she left, because she was 
really swinging them as she walked away slowly. She's 
putting on a show for me, he thought as she 
disappeared.

He looked down at the table and saw that she had left 
money to pay for both of them. He started to grab it 
and run after her, but then he sat down again slowly 
and stared into his coffee cup.

***

He didn't see her around the office for a few weeks, 
and he saw her only once at the club. She and Gina 
must have found out when I usually come here, he 
thought, and they're coming on other nights. They 
exchanged smiles at the club from across the room, and 
when he finally saw her at the cafeteria, he noticed 
she was wearing those loose outfits again that hid her 
assets.

He dated a couple of new girls, neither of whom he had 
any chemistry with, and he didn't think much about 
Willow and Gina for a few months. Then he saw Gina 
again in the lobby, and as they got on the elevator, 
she said, "Hello, how have you been?"

"Fine," he said. "How about you?"

"Great," she said as she got off. "See you."

He did see her again in the cafeteria two weeks later. 
She was across the room, and he was eating with 
friends, but when he saw her, he lost track of the 
conversation, because he began thinking about their 
last conversation. Only a friend waving a hand in 
front of his face brought his mind back to where he 
was.

In the following two weeks, there were six more Willow 
sightings, and he knew by then they weren't 
accidental. Only twice were they close enough to talk, 
and each time, all she said was a pleasant, generic 
greeting. But each time he saw her, he thought more 
about when they had talked.

One morning, he was in the middle of something 
important and found he couldn't concentrate. He called 
her and arranged to meet her for dinner. After that, 
he was able to concentrate.

It was at the same Denny's as before. When he arrived, 
he saw her sitting at the same table as before, too. 
She greeted him and asked him why he wanted to see 
her. She knows exactly why, he thought. She set this 
whole thing up.

"I've been thinking about what you told me, and I 
might be ready to do something weird, like you 
suggested," he said, wondering if she would be 
offended by the word "weird." But instead, she picked 
up on a different word.

"Might?" she said.

"Yes," he said. "I would need to know more about what 
you're talking about. Can you give me specifics?"

"This is not one of your work projects, Lawson," she 
said "and I'm not going to give you a timeline. But to 
give you an idea of how weird it will be, I'll tell 
you that Gina will be participating."

"What?" he said. "No way."

"I won't do it unless she's there," said Willow. 
"She'll be filming the whole thing."

"No," he said. "I can't do that."

"She's obsessed with my ass and your ass," said 
Willow, "and she's going to be there when they meet. 
Remember, I'm doing this for her."

"So you don't have any interest at all in having sex 
with me?" he said. "I was about to say making love, 
but this is about as far from making love as you can 
get."

"You're right about that," she said, "but you're wrong 
about my interest. Sure, the most important thing for 
me is Gina, because she's the woman I love. But I like 
you, and I promise you, I'm going try to drive you out 
of your mind with lust and satisfy you using 
everything in my powers.

"Tell me more," he said.

"We'll do it at our apartment, and the room will be 
lit up for the video. Before we start, all three of us 
will get naked. We both like the natural look, but if 
you are one of those men who gets excited by girls who 
are hairless, we are willing to shave for you."

"No, you don't need to do that," he said. She's 
already assuming I'm going to do it, he thought. I 
should tell her I haven't decided yet. But all he 
could say was, "When?"

"Three weeks from this Friday night," she said, and he 
noticed that her voice had gone up to a higher pitch 
and she was talking faster. She's really excited about 
this, he thought, much more than I am.

"It will be after work," she said, "and we're going to 
treat you to dinner first. But not at Denny's. I'm 
going to select a really fancy restaurant, so you need 
to wear a coat and tie to work that day."

"You don't need to do that," he said. "I'm not doing 
this for any kind of payment."

"I know that, Lawson," she said. "But this is going to 
be a special occasion for you and for us, so we're 
going to celebrate first. But only one bottle of wine 
for the table, because we all want to be wide awake 
and have all our senses alert for later."

***

Lawson started seeing them at the club again, and each 
time they were there, Gina approached him. She didn't 
insult him anymore, but she did talk about Willow. 
This time it was about her arms and legs, not her 
butt.

"Do you see how much she can squat," she said one 
time. "Her legs are much stronger than they look. If 
she got them locked around your neck, she could snap 
it in two."

Another time, she told him, "Willow has a big wingspan 
for her size. Her arms are like boa constrictors. See 
how long and powerful they are. They could squeeze 
someone to death in a bear hug."

The remarks went on like this each time, always about 
how her arms and legs were dangerous and always with 
violent images. He wondered if Willow knew what her 
friend was telling him.

***

The dinner was as strange as he thought it was going 
to be. He sat on one side of the table, and Gina and 
Willow sat facing him. None of them said much, but all 
three of them fidgeted a lot and looked at each other.

When Gina looked at him, he saw she could barely hide 
her expression of disgust. Willow had warned him a few 
days ago that she had hated men for so long that the 
expression was automatic, and she didn't mean anything 
by it, but that didn't make him feel any more 
comfortable.

He decided Willow was the most nervous of the three of 
them. She looked from him to Gina and smiled, but he 
saw the smile was forced. They mostly ate their food 
in silence, but the closer they came to the end of the 
meal, the more he was disturbed by the sounds coming 
from Willow. She was trying to suppress them, but he 
could hear that she was getting more upset and her 
shoulders were shaking as she tried to keep herself 
from breaking down.

What is going on here? he thought. A couple of weeks 
ago, she was all enthusiastic, but tonight it's like 
she's scared to death. Then the waiter brought a 
pastry to the table although they hadn't ordered 
dessert. In the middle of the pastry was a candle, and 
the candle was lit. The waiter set the pastry in front 
of Gina.

"Happy birthday to you," began Willow in a quavering 
voice and waved to Lawson to sing with her. She sang 
loudly, but she couldn't hide the tear in her voice. 
He joined in and tried to be enthusiastic, but he was 
having a hard time. His mind was reeling.

After Willow and Gina got up and embraced each other, 
Willow said, "Happy birthday, honey," and sat down. 
The waiter asked if they wanted to share the dessert 
or order others, and Willow said, "Yes, please bring 
us two more of the same. It looks delicious. And some 
coffee, too."

As soon as the waiter left, Lawson leaned over and 
hissed at Gina. "Now, I understand what this is all 
about, you bitch," he said. "Willow doesn't want to do 
this, but you've found a way to force her to do it for 
your birthday. I thought you loved her. You're nothing 
but a selfish bull dyke who gets off on using and 
degrading her girlfriend. You make me sick."

"You don't know what you're talking about, you pig," 
Gina said in a loud whisper.

"You're disgusting," he said. "You've got some kind of 
hypnotic hold on Willow, and I feel sorry for her. 
You're worse than a pig. Anyone with an ounce of human 
decency wouldn't force her to do this."

"I'm not forcing her," said Gina, and her voice was 
loud enough that some heads turned.

While Lawson and Gina were going at it, they didn't 
notice that Willow was getting more and more agitated. 
"Stop it!" she screamed, and she jumped up and ran to 
the ladies room.

They didn't say a word to each other while she was 
gone. When she came back to the table, she didn't sit 
down. In a tight voice, she said that she had paid the 
bill and canceled the desserts and coffee and she'd 
like to leave now. While they were waiting for their 
cars at the valet stand, she motioned to Lawson to 
follow her a few steps down the sidewalk and then 
turned to face him.

"Gina is totally right about you," she said. "You are 
a pig. I thought you were a decent man, but you had no 
right to speak to her like that. You deserve 
everything that any girlfriend has ever done to you 
and a lot worse. How dare you say that Gina is forcing 
me to do this? Yes, it's her birthday present from me. 
She had a fantasy when she saw you at the gym, and I 
was trying to make her fantasy come true.

"It's all my idea, and right now I really want to give 
it to her -- all of it. But I can see you're going to 
back out."

Lawson looked at her angry face, much different from 
the frightened face she had in the restaurant just a 
few minutes earlier. He was confused.

"I hear you, Willow, but I think you're hiding 
something," he said. "I could tell you were unhappy 
when I got here tonight, and you kept getting more and 
more unhappy. What's going on?"

"Whatever you're imagining, I don't care," she said, 
and he noticed she avoided his gaze. "But I'll tell 
you honestly that I hate you for what you just did, 
and I'd like nothing better than to hurt you so bad 
that you'll never forget how you hurt her." She 
stopped talking and glared at him.

"Our car is here, Willow," said Gina.

Willow went back to Gina and got in the car. Before 
she went around to the driver's side, Gina walked up 
to him and snarled. "I don't suppose we'll ever see 
each other again," she said. "That would be the best 
birthday present you could give me." She got in the 
car and drove off. Lawson saw that Willow was looking 
down at her lap.

His car arrived a few minutes later, and when he drove 
off, he headed for home. He was a few blocks from his 
apartment when he made a U-turn and drove to the 
address Willow had given him. He parked the car in a 
guest space in their garage and came to the front door 
just as a couple was leaving. He walked in and took 
the elevator to the 12th floor and stood outside their 
apartment listening. They were talking inside, but he 
couldn't make out what they were saying. He knocked on 
the door.

When Willow opened it, she first looked surprised and 
then scared. "What are you doing here?" she said. "You 
heard what I told you at the restaurant. I hate you. 
Get out of here before I do something."

"I came to apologize," he said. "I felt so bad for you 
at dinner that I made a stupid mistake." He saw Gina 
come up behind her. "Gina, I didn't have any right to 
say those things to you, and I hope you forgive me. I 
know you don't like me, and you probably never will, 
but I don't hate you. I'm here like I promised, ready 
for you to watch us and film us.

"No," said Willow. He saw she was still highly 
agitated. "No, it's too late."

"No it isn't," he said, pushing her back as he walked 
in. "I insist. And when I leave, I promise I will 
never bother you or Gina again."

When he entered the apartment, he saw the bed had been 
brought into the living room and lights were set up 
all around it. Willow started to say something, but 
Gina put her fingers over Willow's mouth and took her 
arm and pulled her into the bedroom. He sat down on a 
chair and looked at the floor. A spirited discussion 
went on for five minutes in the bedroom before things 
got quiet, and then they both came back. Willow didn't 
say anything, and Gina began talking.

"We're all going to take our clothes off now," she 
said. "Please hand all your clothes to Willow. She'll 
fold them and put them here on the coffee table."

Gina began walking around and turning on lights, which 
were on high stands. Soon the room was so bright, 
Lawson was squinting. He began to take off his clothes 
slowly, and when he looked over at Willow, she was 
doing a slow striptease and staring at him. He 
squinted to see her face. She didn't look angry 
anymore, but she wasn't smiling.

Gina walked up to him totally naked. She was so close, 
they were practically touching, and she was smiling at 
him, but not a friendly smile. She took a couple of 
steps back and watched him undress. Then she began 
walking around him. He saw her looking up and down his 
body when she was in front of him. The second time she 
circled him, she stopped behind him and didn't move. 
He turned his head and saw that she was squatting down 
behind him, and her head was close to his buttocks and 
it was nodding up and down and smiling. She stood up 
and moved in front of him again.

"You've got quite a butt, Lawson," she said. "Do you 
want to check it out, Willow?"

"No," said Willow quietly.

"Lawson, you can check me out now if you want," said 
Gina, "but you'd probably rather examine Willow."

"That won't be necessary," said Lawson. "Let's get 
this over with."

"OK, if that's what you want," said Gina. "Willow, lie 
down on the bed on your back, and Lawson, you get on 
top of her."

Willow lay down, and for a moment, Lawson's eyes were 
shielded from the light and he saw her face. She was 
looking at him with frightened eyes and gritting her 
teeth. Then she screamed."

"What are you doing?" she said. "We never talked about 
that. I know you're going to be brutal because of what 
I've made you do. So go ahead and destroy my body. 
Gina won't stop you."

Lawson lifted his head up. "I'm sorry," he said. "I 
warned you that what really turns me on is pleasuring 
a woman, and even though you want me to rape you, I'm 
here to give you as many orgasms as I can. Now let me 
get back to work."

The room was quiet for a while as his mouth worked 
between her legs. He didn't look up, but he felt 
Gina's breath. Her face was right next to his as she 
watched him silently.

Then the silence was broken, and Willow began coming 
apart. "No, no, no," she said and kept repeating it 
over and over like a mantra. Her body began squirming 
and then it began shaking. At the same time, it was 
jerking in every direction. In another minute, it was 
lifting in the air and then slamming back down onto 
the bed violently as she alternately screamed and took 
quick breaths.

Gina tapped him on the shoulder and whispered into his 
ear. "You've got to stop before you kill her," she 
said. "You must have been a lesbian in a previous 
life."

When he stopped, Willow's panting slowed down until 
she was finally breathing close to normal. She lay 
flat on the bed staring straight up with her arms and 
legs spread wide and her breasts rising and falling as 
she breathed. She didn't say a word.

Gina spoke. "OK, Lawson," she said, "I hope you didn't 
wear her out. Now you need to get on top of her. I see 
she doesn't need to arouse you. That's a big hard one 
you've got there."

As Lawson moved up her body, Willow brought her legs 
back until her knees were bent, and then she guided 
him slowly into her. She felt so good that he held his 
breath to try to prolong the feeling. Once he was in 
her, both her hands reached for his head, and she 
pulled his face to hers and thrust her tongue deep 
inside his mouth. She put her arms around him and held 
him tightly for a while, and then she let him loose. 
Gina was right about those arms, he thought. She 
almost squeezed the breath out of me.

He felt her hands reach down and touch his buttocks. 
She began massaging them lightly. Then she pressed 
harder and began kneading them. Finally, she began 
grabbing pieces of him, gently at first, but then so 
hard he cried out. She grabbed and released and 
grabbed again and again. Then she stopped and gave him 
a stinging slap on each rear cheek. "What are you 
waiting for," she said. "Come on and give it to me."

He lifted himself on his arms and began moving slowly 
in and out of her. His face was inches from hers, and 
he looked at her. Whatever hatred or any other emotion 
she had was now gone, replaced by a look of pure lust. 
She began to move with him, and she set the pace. She 
kept it slow for a long time, and he could tell by her 
moans that she was orgasming almost constantly.

Then her arms pulled him down to her so he collapsed 
onto her chest and her breasts were squeezed against 
him. His head was facing the pillow behind her left 
shoulder. It didn't affect the movement of his lower 
body, and now she took control with her legs. She 
raised them and wrapped them around him, and each time 
he came down, her legs pulled hard against him and 
increased his speed. Soon he was slamming into her so 
hard that the bed was shaking, and she began moaning 
as her orgasms started again.

Then he lost control, and his lower body began moving 
so fast it was a blur. Still, her legs were able to 
match his movements to make his pounding even more 
violent.

When he came, he lost control of his voice, and he 
heard himself screaming out a strange, animal sound 
that he had never made before. Once he had finished 
ejaculating, she wrapped her legs around him and held 
their crotches together as tightly as her harms held 
his chest against her breasts. His head was still 
facing the pillow behind her left shoulder, and one of 
her hands was now holding the back of it.

After he caught his breath, he said, "OK, Willow, you 
can let me go now." He waited, but she didn't move. 
For a second, he panicked. Was she breathing? Yes, she 
was.

Then he felt the wetness. It was pouring down his 
cheek. Someone was pouring something on him. Ugh. What 
was happening? He tried to move his head, but he 
couldn't, and some of the liquid went into his mouth. 
It was salty. Then he felt Willow's breasts rising and 
falling as they pressed his chest, and he heard 
something very faint. He strained his ears to listen.

That's when he realized that Willow was crying, and 
the wetness was her tears running down her face and 
dripping onto his. "What's wrong, Willow?" he said as 
loud as he could facing the pillow. "Why are you 
crying? Let go of me."

Through her sobs, Willow began speaking. "I'm so 
sorry, Lawson," she said through her tears. Her 
breasts pushed against him as she gasped. "I hope you 
forgive me. Please don't say anything. I think this 
will be easier for you if you just concentrate on 
listening to me and try to shut everything else out. I 
know that's asking you to do the impossible, but try 
as hard as you can."

"What, what's happening," he yelled. "What are you 
doing to me?"

"That's not me, Lawson," she said. "It's Gina. She's 
squirting a lot of lubricant into you with a big 
syringe. Try to focus on my voice, not on what she's 
doing. I really think that could help you.

"I'm so sorry about this. I was dreading it all 
through dinner, and I was even thinking about calling 
the whole thing off. I don't know if I would have, but 
when you said those things to Gina, you made me so 
angry that I put those thoughts out of my mind.

"Listen to me, Lawson. Ignore her. She's going to fool 
around with your anus, because... because I gave it to 
her for her birthday. I know I had no right to, and 
all I can promise you is that I will do everything in 
my power to make it up to you somehow. I hope you can 
help me, because I don't know how to make up for 
something this horrible. The only thing I can think of 
is to let you do something even more horrible to me. 
Whatever you want, I'll do it. I promise you. If you 
want to disfigure me, you can do it. Anything. I 
promise, you, Lawson, anything.

"I can tell she's starting to push those balls on a 
string into you. I feel your discomfort and your 
humiliation. What am I saying? I can only feel your 
body trying to escape, and I can hear your groans of 
pain. But I can't feel the horrible feelings you must 
be having right now. I'm so sorry.

"Please try to listen to me, Lawson, and don't think 
about her. When I was in the ladies room, I had this 
idea. When we left to get the cars, I was going to 
verbally abuse you so badly that you wouldn't follow 
us home. I thought it worked right up to the time you 
rang the doorbell. Then I didn't want to let you in.

"But Gina was right. To my everlasting shame, I had 
promised you to her. I promised to hold you with my 
arms and legs like this so she could do things to your 
ass -- as long as she didn't hurt you permanently. I 
could have broken my promise to her and chosen to save 
you, but I didn't. And it's not because I'm angry at 
you, Lawson. I pretended that to myself, but it's not 
true.

"Oh, I feel you flinching every time she pulls one of 
those balls free. Hold on, Lawson. I'll help you get 
you through this, and you'll get your terrible revenge 
on me. Whatever you do, it will be less than I deserve 
for doing this to you."

"Remember when I told you to find a plain vanilla girl 
like me who you could satisfy by being yourself? What 
a lie! I'm worse than any of your girlfriends. They 
all felt bad when they dumped you, because they knew 
you were a better man than they deserved. But I repaid 
your trust with pure evil. I wanted to leave you 
alone, and I kept looking for another man I could hire 
for Gina's birthday gift, but all the ones who agreed 
to do it were scary or disgusting. So I started 
parading myself in front of you again, trying to suck 
you back into my scheme. And it worked, because you 
were helpless against an evil and devious mind like 
mine.

"That's a large dildo she's pushing in now. Don't 
worry about the video, because I'm holding your head 
down, so no one will know who you are. Yes, I've got 
four cameras on tripods shooting from all directions. 
They're behind the lights, so you don't see them.

"My god, that thing is long! Gina told me that men are 
deep enough in the anus to take it all, and even 
women. You can use that on me later if you want, as 
part of my punishment. Oh, your body is going all 
jerky. You can't handle it. There, it's all the way 
in. It won't get any worse now until she starts 
pulling it out.

"I hear you crying. I think that's good, but try not 
to overdo it because you could get dehydrated. Oh no. 
You're screaming as she pulls it out. Does it hurt 
that much? Yes, it does, and it's all my fault. I'm so 
sorry.

"Please listen to me and try to get your mind off how 
it feels as it's pulling your insides out. The only 
good thing about it is that the strap-on dildo Gina is 
putting on is not as long or as wide as that thing, so 
it should be a little easier for you. Gina wants you 
on your back now, so I'm going to carefully roll you 
over and lie down on top of you. There. I'm going to 
let go of you with my arms and legs now, because I can 
tell you're too worn out from the pain to try to 
resist her. Now I'm going to get off of you.

"Gina wants you to see what she's going to do, so 
she's waving that thing in front of your face. But 
look over here to me and don't watch her as she lifts 
your legs up and sticks her penis into you. She's 
going to put your legs on her shoulders and bend you 
back while she pounds you, because she thinks that's 
the most degrading position of all of them.

"But listen to me. I told you not to worry about the 
video. It won't be too disgusting because you are 
totally clean inside, and nothing embarrassing is 
going to come out. I put some stuff in your wine 
earlier that made you excuse yourself a couple of 
times at dinner. It was pretty strong, wasn't it? I 
saw how drained you looked when you came back to the 
table. But I wanted to be sure that everything was 
cleaned out back there.

"Yes, I thought of everything, except how horrible it 
would be when it actually happened. No, I knew how 
horrible it would be. I can't lie to you about that. 
Gina wanted to do most of these things to me, and I 
had nightmares. So instead, I'm letting her do them to 
you. What a sick, disgusting creature I am! And I 
called you names. I'm so sorry, Lawson.

"She's finally finished raping you, so there's only 
one thing left, and I won't lie to you. She never 
brought this up to me, because she knew that if you do 
this to a person, you can't love that person. But she 
doesn't love you, so she can do it to you. And I'm the 
one who made it possible for her.

"Yes, she's putting her fingers in you, Lawson. I'm 
sorry. I have to turn away. I can't watch this. But 
please look over here at me and try to relax as much 
as you can. I hope she's stretched you enough so that 
it doesn't hurt too much. Oh my god! The sounds you're 
making! She must be tearing you apart. I'm so sorry.

"She told me that in a week or two you'll be as good 
as new, but that doesn't help you now, I know. Oh, 
there you go again. Does she have her whole hand in 
you yet? I'm going to sneak a look. Oh, that looked 
awful. Yes, Lawson, it's all inside, and your face 
looks like it's melting and your eyes are falling out 
of their sockets. Oh the pain you must be feeling!

"Hold on just a little longer, because the worst part 
is when she pulls her hand out. She wanted to make a 
fist, but I told her that her hands were large for a 
woman, and if she ripped anything, I would never talk 
to her again. So she's going to be extra careful when 
she pulls her hand out. Oh, that scream stabbed me in 
the heart. I wish I were dead, really I do, Lawson. 
But at least it's all over for you.

"Let me get a cloth from the bathroom. I'll dampen it 
and try to soothe your face a little. There. You're 
lying there in a pile and making pathetic little 
sounds like a dog who's been kicked. You don't even 
look human. And I'm the one who reduced you to this. I 
will never forgive myself, and I'm not asking you to 
forgive me either, because I don't deserve it.

"I can see you are becoming more alert. Do you want me 
to help you sit up? No? I know it must be painful 
around your anus and inside whenever you move. When 
you're ready to get up, please do it very carefully."

As Lawson staggered to his feet, he looked at Willow 
sitting on the bed. Then he saw Gina sitting further 
away looking at him with no expression on her face, 
which was beet red. Was it from her exertion or her 
arousal, he wondered for a second. His mind was all 
over the place.

He looked back at Willow as he steadied himself, then 
he took a step toward her, pulled his right arm back 
and swung it as hard as he could manage. He had enough 
strength left that his slap across Willow's face 
knocked her across the bed. As he hit her, the pain 
made her cry out, but then she was silent.

She slowly sat up and looked at him expectantly. He 
stared at her with a face twisted in pain and hatred. 
He got ready to swing again. He lifted his arm up, but 
then he froze.

She waited a moment and then said, "Go ahead, Lawson. 
I want you to hurt me as much as you want to. You have 
the right to do whatever you want to me now. I have to 
pay for what I just did to you. I know you aren't a 
violent person, especially towards women. I'm not a 
woman, I'm a monster.

"So whatever you want do to me, I will cooperate. You 
can do what Gina did to you. She doesn't want me to 
say this, but I have some ideas for some things you 
can do to me that are even worse than what she did. 
They will really humiliate me sexually, as well as 
cause a lot of pain. Just ask, and I'll be glad to 
tell you my ideas. It's your turn now, Lawson."

While she was speaking, he stared at her horrified. 
What kind of woman was this? How had he ever believed 
she was normal? He looked around and saw his clothes 
on the coffee table. Slowly and methodically, he put 
them on and walked out without looking at either of 
them.

***

They must have quit his club, because he never saw 
them there again. He didn't see Willow at work for 
three months, and one day, he wondered whether she had 
quit. He called her extension, and when she picked up, 
he hung up. He felt stupid because he was sure she 
knew who had called.

Eventually, he did see her as he was coming into the 
lobby one morning. As soon as she saw him, she spun 
around and went out the entrance. This happened twice 
in six months.

Exactly six months from Gina's birthday party, he came 
to work and found a voice mail on his phone from 
Willow.

"Hi Lawson," her voice said. "I wanted to give you 
some space, but I have to remind you that I never paid 
you for what I did. Take as long as you want to 
decide. Like I told you, I've got some ideas for you 
because your mind may not be sick enough to think up 
really terrible things to do for revenge. Remember, 
I'll do whatever you want. Just call me. I heard 
through my spies that you've been dating a couple of 
really nice girls in the last few months, and that 
makes me happy. I wish you a wonderful life. I'm fine, 
but mentally I'm in a weird place. I don't think I can 
ever get over what I did to you, but I know I'll feel 
a little better once I pay my debt. That's all. Sorry 
to bother you. But don't forget to call when you're 
ready. Bye."

***

He called her at work on the morning of Gina's 
birthday, and when she heard him say hello, she 
sounded happy. "I'm so glad to hear from you, Lawson," 
she said. "Today is certainly an appropriate day. Do 
you want us to come over to your place tonight, or 
would you rather do it at our apartment. We can set up 
the video cameras for you, if you like, so you can 
take home a souvenir. Do you want both of us there, or 
just me?"

"I just want you tonight," he said. "I'll come over to 
your place."

"That will be great," she said. "And you're absolutely 
right that it doesn't have to be just tonight. There 
could be more nights. It's all up to you. Anyway, I 
want to thank you. You might think it's strange, but 
you've made my day."

When she ushered him into their apartment, he saw that 
it was set up the same way it had been a year ago, 
including the lights. He saw the cameras on the 
tripods.

"Before we begin, I'd like to sit down at the kitchen 
table and explain a few things," he said.

"Sure," she said. "I understand. I'm looking forward 
to hearing what you've got in mind."

When they sat down, he looked at her silently for a 
few minutes. She seems so happy, he thought. She just 
can't wait to be degraded. Finally, he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Willow," he said, "but I can't help you. I 
hope this is the last time I will ever talk to you, 
and if I see you at the office, it will definitely be 
by accident. I'm not going to take revenge on you. I 
can tell you're disappointed, but I've thought about 
it, and I can't do it."

Her face began to cloud. "What's wrong, Lawson?" she 
said. "I know you hate me, so something is holding you 
back. I can help you get through it. You know you need 
to do this to get closure."

"No, I don't," he said, "but I think you do, Willow. 
And you know what? I'd actually like to help you get 
this behind you. I wish I knew how. But I just can't 
go for the revenge business."

"Damn it, Lawson," she said. "You aren't making sense. 
Why can't you? You have to tell me why before I can 
help you." He saw her starting to cry, and then 
blurted out what he had sworn to himself he would 
never say to her.

"Damn it yourself, Willow," he said. "OK, I'll tell 
you, but it will make you as sick as it makes me. I 
can't do anything to you because I'm in love with you. 
Did you hear me? Isn't that the stupidest thing you 
ever heard?"

As he said this, he looked at her, and saw her mouth 
was moving but nothing was coming out. Her eyes were 
wide, and she looked like she was in shock. Then he 
saw her nostrils flare and without warning she swung 
her hand at his face and slapped him so hard he nearly 
fell over. The sound when she made contact was like a 
gunshot, and he was so startled that he yelled, "Ow!"

"I'm sorry I had to do that, Lawson," she said. "What 
you said was just too sick. You need to snap out of 
whatever has gotten into you. Please don't tell me you 
liked what Gina and I did to you and you want more. I 
never figured you for a masochist."

Lawson laughed a bitter laugh. "You're so right, 
Willow," he said. "I am sick. After everything you did 
to me, I should hate you. I tried to deny it to myself 
for a long time, but finally I said, to hell with it. 
I admit it. I'm a pathetic loser, and that's all there 
is to it. So goodbye." He stood up.

"Oh no!" she screamed at him. "You're not going 
anywhere. You can't say that to me. That's not fair. 
That's mental abuse. I told you that you could do 
anything you wanted to my body, but I didn't give you 
permission to torture my mind like this. Sit down. You 
can't leave here until I show you how you're deluding 
yourself."

"What are you talking about, Willow?" he said. "I know 
my own mind. I know I disgust you, but you'll never 
see me again. I don't wish anything bad on you. I hope 
you and Gina have a wonderful life together."

"Shut up!" she screamed. "Don't talk like that. You 
can't be in love with me. You have to see that."

"Why can't I?" he said. "Why does that bother you so 
much? Your mind is so weird, but thanks to you and 
Gina, I think I can handle anything now, no matter how 
bizarre. So tell me why you are so upset."

"I can't tell you," said Willow. "I can't tell you, 
because -- because it would kill you."

"Now you're lying," he said. "You and Gina are so 
twisted that you've twisted yourselves into a pretzel. 
And you've got some dirty secret that you won't tell 
me, probably because it's more disgusting and 
humiliating than anything I could do to you.

"Maybe it has something to do with my revenge. Why are 
you so anxious for me to hurt and mortify you? Are you 
and Gina going to film it and sell it to someone? What 
weird thing are you hiding from me this time?

"You said you're willing to do whatever I want. OK, 
here's what I want. I want you to tell me your sick 
secret right now. I can see you're scared to death, so 
I know I've asked you for the one thing you'll never 
do for me. Am I right? Now I'm going to leave."

Willow put her hands on her ears and screamed again. 
"No! No!" she said. "You can't go. That's not fair. 
You can't do that." She broke down and began sobbing. 
Lawson sat looking at her without saying a word. She 
cried for what seemed to him a half-hour, although it 
was only five minutes. She kept looking at him through 
her tears, as if she was waiting for him to take pity 
on her. It took all his strength to keep a blank 
expression on his face and say nothing.

"All right," she finally said. "You are the most cruel 
man I've ever met. I'll tell you truth. You can't be 
in love with me, because I'm in love with you. That's 
driving me crazy, but I'm working on dealing with it. 
But if you are in love with me -- and I know you're 
not -- I'm ready for the insane asylum."

***

The next three months were hell for him. Willow said 
if he tried to call her or get in touch in any way, 
she might commit suicide. He felt like he was mourning 
her. She was with him every day in his thoughts, but 
she was gone for good.

Slowly he began to pull his way out of his pit of 
misery. He forced himself to begin dating. The first 
few dates were disasters, until he decided that he was 
going to have to act happy around other people or he'd 
make them as miserable as he was.

Then Gina called. He was shocked to hear her voice. 
All she said before she hung up was, "It's Gina. 
Willow's yours. You can call her."

They were married six months later. Gina was the proud 
maid of honor who cried more than the bride. Willow 
asked him on their honeymoon how he would feel if she 
ever cheated on him with Gina. He said that he didn't 
want to ever hear about such a thing -- and only once 
a month maximum.

"You idiot," she said. "It might be once a year. I 
don't even want to do it, but I owe Gina so much. 
Think about it. She's the one who brought us together 
-- twice."

Gina remained her best friend, and she spoke to her 
every day until Gina met someone at her new club whose 
body looked amazingly similar to Willow's. The daily 
calls became weekly calls and then monthly calls.

Every year they celebrate Gina's birthday, without 
Gina, at the same fancy restaurant where they were 
with her. During their meal, Lawson always makes a 
toast to the strange and wonderful night that brought 
them together.

Each year, Willow performs another ritual. After the 
waiter leaves the dessert menus, she says to Lawson, 
"Why don't we skip the dessert and go home. You've 
made me the happiest woman in the world, but I still 
need to pay my debt for the most evil thing I've ever 
done in my life. Tonight, I want you to force your 
large thing into my ass for the first time and ravage 
it until I bleed. I want you to go down the list I've 
made of all the things that would hurt and humiliate 
me and check them off one by one as you do them to me. 
Until you do that, I can never be sure that you really 
love me."

Each year Lawson listens to this recital with a smile 
on his face. Then he says, "Thank you, Honey. That 
sounds so exciting, but tonight I'm more in the mood 
for dessert." Then they order.

While Willow and Lawson mostly socialize with other 
couples, she also sees her old lesbian pals, and 
sometimes the two of them are the only straight people 
at one of her old friend's parties.

Whenever that happens, Lawson is the center of 
attention. As the women gather around him, one of them 
usually says something like, "I saw what you did to 
steal Willow away from Gina. I can't believe any 
normal man would endure something like that for the 
woman he loves. You are like a knight from the Middle 
Ages."

Lawson always laughs. At first he told Willow that he 
wished Gina would stop showing the video to everyone, 
but Willow reminded him that she had edited the 
birthday present and destroyed the original files. His 
face doesn't appear anywhere on the video, so unless 
the women ever see him naked, they will never know for 
sure that Gina is telling the truth.

Eventually, he decided to go along with Gina's version 
of the birthday party -- that he was proving his love 
for Willow. Sometimes the truth is harder to explain 
than fiction.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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