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As we started through the deep snow on the lane leading from Zeke and Merle’s cabin to the hard road, I could see the fire rapidly growing inside the cabin, through the cracked rearview mirror of Zeke’s Jeep. I knew that poor, murdered Merle’s body was being cremated, and that his brother, Zeke, was being roasted alive. The horror of the entire situation, Zeke’s attempted rape of Tara, his brutal murder of his brother Merle (who Zeke had called Ox, to make fun of his immense size and strength, along with his obviously limited mental ability), my wounding Zeke with his own gun, and Tara’s decision to torch their cabin with Zeke inside, alive, but disabled by his wounds, nearly overwhelmed me. I could barely drive through the deep snow, torn between the urge to cry openly from my terror and exhaustion, to be physically ill, or to pray to God to thank Him for sparing us and to beg forgiveness for our own guilt at having killed a defenseless man, even though the man had proven himself to be nearly the devil incarnate. Looking over at Tara, who had actually been the one to cause Zeke’s death, didn’t help me. She was sitting stiffly in her seat, staring straight ahead through dead-looking eyes, her face frozen into an unreadable mask.

When we reached the hard road, I turned toward home, hoping that Zeke’s monster Jeep would be able to get us through the deep snowdrifts and over the trees that had been blown down during the worst of the storm. We crawled along at a steady but slow pace, finally reaching Tara’s wrecked car, which is where our whole nightmare had begun. I stopped the Jeep I had stolen from Zeke so we could retrieve Tara’s purse and luggage, along with my duffle bag from my truck, all of which had been left behind when Zeke and Merle had kidnapped us. Tara was silent and expressionless the whole time. When we had gotten back in the Jeep and resumed our slow progress toward home, she broke the silence.

“I killed a man, Seth. I burned him alive. He would have raped me if poor Merle hadn’t stoped him. He would have killed us both when he was done using my body. He laughed as he murdered his own brother. He deserved to die. He was a monster. We could have escaped after you wounded him, but I killed him. What happens now? Am I a murderer? Am I any better than he was? Will I go to prison? Will I go to Hell for this? Worse still, will I have dragged you down with me?” She began to sob quietly, pitifully, tucking herself into almost a fetal position on the seat next to me.

I drove in silence, not knowing what to say to her. My emotions were so mixed up that I couldn’t decide if she was, in fact, a cold-blooded killer, or if her actions could be excused by the inconceivable horror of the entire situation and the mortal fear that Zeke had caused in both of us. I had shot the bastard twice, but I was at peace with that. I had been prepared to empty his gun into him just to prevent him from raping Tara, but I had been tied up and could not get my hands free. After Merle had attacked Zeke to stop him just as he had been ready to begin raping Tara, she had untied me and I had grabbed the gun, but I didn’t fire it. When Zeke had overpowered Merle and had killed him, I threatened Zeke with the gun. Zeke lunged at me with the same fireplace poker he had used to murder his brother, so I shot him twice to disable him. I was prepared to take Tara and flee the scene, knowing that Zeke would probably have bled to death before we could have sent police and medical personnel to his cabin, but I was comfortable with that. His death would, technically, have been at my hands, but I felt that, morally and legally, it was a killing in self-defense and in the defense of another. Tara’s dumping moonshine and kerosene all over him, knowing that it would trickle toward the fireplace and incinerate him alive was, perhaps, another matter.

The miles passed slowly on the drifted, tree- and branch-strewn woodland road. Tara and I were each lost in our own agonized thoughts. As we passed through the small town where I assumed Zeke and Merle had sold their hides and moonshine, I was acutely aware that we would have been seen as fugitives from justice if the stolen Jeep we were driving was recognized, but no one seemed to see us as we crept through the dark town. When we were back in the woods moving toward our home towns, Tara finally spoke again.

“Seth, stop the Jeep. Find a place to pull over and stop. We need to talk.”

I saw an abandoned gas station, and stopped behind it, hidden from the road. I stopped the engine and turned the lights out.

“Seth, should we call the fire department? What if the cabin has started a forest fire?”

“I think that’s pretty unlikely, Tara. There’s so much snow out here that the likelihood of the fire spreading is almost nothing. The cabin will probably burn to the ground, but it’s so isolated that no one may even have spotted the fire. When someone finally does find it, all they’ll find is two badly charred bodies in the rubble. Even if they find the bullet wounds in Zeke, there will be no way to know who fired the gun. All our fingerprints will have been destroyed by the fire. They’ll probably figure that mean old Zeke finally pushed his brother too hard, that they fought, and killed each other. If they really investigate, they’ll find the broken moonshine jug and the kerosene lamp, which will probably have been broken when the roof fell in, and they’ll assume the fire was accidental.”

“Should we go to the police and tell them what happened?” Tara asked.

“That’s your call, Tara. I understand why Zeke had to die. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I will abide by whatever decision you make. If you feel you need to tell your story to the authorities, you may be able to justify your actions and avoid any trouble. You may also be able to get your father to use his influence to help you or to get you the legal help you may need. But really, I think that the only evidence of us having been in that cabin will have been destroyed by the fire. Our vehicles are abandoned at least two miles from the cabin, and the storm has covered any footprints and tire tracks that would show that we were picked up and taken to the cabin in the first place. We can come up with a story about having been picked up by some kind-hearted stranger who dropped us near one of our homes. The only problem that I can see is that we’re driving Zeke’s Jeep.”

“Oh, no, Seth! You’re right, the Jeep will incriminate us. Even if we abandon it, it will be found. People will wonder why it isn’t at the cabin if Zeke and Merle are. We’re still incriminated!” Sara moaned.

“It doesn’t have to be found,” I said. “Through the garage I work at, I’ve learned of a few, shall we say, interesting people who could make it disappear permanently. If I can get the Jeep to them before it’s spotted, we should be home free. The disappearance of the Jeep from the cabin will probably make people suspect that Zeke and Merle didn’t kill each other. They’ll assume that a third party was involved, but with Merle’s description of Zeke’s behavior, it’s not hard to believe that he may have made enough enemies in his life to have given someone a reason to kill him and steal his Jeep.”

Tara was fumbling in her purse for her phone. “Damn, I still don’t have reception. Get back and on the road and head for home. As soon as I can, I’ll call my Dad. Even though his law practice is corporate, he knows a lot of people. Discrete people. Influential people. Some pretty disreputable people too. I remember that one of his clients was rumored to have some questionable business interests in some companies that were suspected to be silent backers of some car theft rings and chop shops. Let’s drive straight to my house. Daddy may have some ideas of how to get rid of this car without any trace leading back to us.”

It was about eighty miles from Zeke’s cabin to Tara’s house. The storm was over now. We emerged from the wooded, hilly area into a stretch of flatter farm-land. Apparently, the winds had been much milder here, since there was little drifting, and the snow was only about a foot deep. This was easy going for Zeke’s mountain-man Jeep, but we were the only vehicle moving. Even the snowplows hadn’t yet gotten to this country road. It was about 3am when Tara was finally able to call her house.

Her Dad answered on the first ring. “Daddy, it’s Tara. I’m safe and on the way home. A friend of mine from school is driving me to the house. We should be there in less than two hours. But Daddy, we need your help. Something really bad happened, but I won’t tell you about it on the phone. I need to discuss it with you face to face. Part of the problem is the vehicle we’re driving. It doesn’t belong to either of us. Daddy, listen to me. It’s a long story, but this vehicle has to be hidden. What? Yes Daddy, we took it. Daddy, stop yelling at me! I’m sorry, but I have to tell you the whole story for you to understand. Please, Daddy, please don’t yell at me! I’ll explain everything when we get home. I need your help. Should we drive straight to the house, or do you have someplace else to park it? Daddy, I know, I know, but please, you have to help me. I’ll explain everything when we get home. OK, we’ll just keep heading for home while I wait for you to call me back. I love you, Daddy.” She closed her phone.

“What did he say?” I asked.

“He’s way pissed, but I could tell he’s scared for me, too. Daddy and I love and respect each other. He knows I would never be in a stolen car without a damn good reason. He’s making phone calls right now. He said he’d call me back within the hour to tell us whether to head home or to go somewhere else to hide the car and get picked up.”

I figured that, at the rate we were going, it would take at least an hour and a half to get to the part of her town where I believed Tara lived. Even if we drove straight to her house, it would still be dark, which would make it less likely that we would be seen. Besides, I was pretty sure Zeke’s Jeep had never been this close to real civilization.

We drove in silence for a long time, still not seeing a soul. The ring of Tara’s cell was startlingly loud. “Daddy? We’re about 5 miles from home. Uh-huh, yes, I can find the place. Yes, I can give Seth directions to get there. OK, third overhead door from the left on the back of the building. The man will bring us to our house? OK, we’ll tell you the whole story when we get home. Thank you, Daddy. And thank you for believing in me. I know you’ll understand when you hear what happened. I love you, Daddy.”

With Tara’s directions, we made our way to a run-down warehouse district. A gate was open in the rusty chain link fence, and a single set of tire tracks led to the back of the building. We drove inside and stopped the Jeep. The overhead door closed behind us and we were in the dark. Suddenly, lights came on, and we could see a man walking toward us. We got out of the Jeep as he approached.

“Get all of your possessions out and follow me,” he said. We walked behind him, and he opened a pedestrian door to the outside, leading us toward an SUV. He loaded our stuff in the back, opened the back door for us, and motioned us to get inside. Without a word, he got in and drove us through the gate we had used to enter the property. Immediately, several snow plows came around the corner, drove through the gate, and began to remove the tire tracks made by Zeke’s Jeep and the SUV we were in. In silence, the man drove us to Tara’s house. He drove to the back of the house, actually a huge mansion, and we were immediately met by a man in a vest and tie, who hurried us into the back entrance and took our outerwear. “Miss, Suzette and I will get your things and your friend’s things from the driver. Sir, my name is Lawrence. I am the butler. Suzette is the maid, whom you may happen to meet later. Miss, your parents are in your father’s study. If I may be so forward, I must inform you that they are not in a good mood.”

I had never been inside a house anything like this. I couldn’t help gawking at the sheer size of the place and the luxury of the furnishings as we walked. Tara said, “Let me do all the talking. Please don’t say anything unless my parents or I ask you to. And for God’s sake, quit looking like an awe-struck tourist!”

Tara opened one of the double doors into her father’s study, and I walked in behind her. Her father was an imposing-looking man, immaculately dressed in an expensive-looking suit, even at 5 in the morning. He was sitting behind a massive oak desk when we entered the room. Her mother, a stunning who must have been close to fifty years old, also expensively dressed, was sitting in a large leather chair next to the desk. Her father said, “We’re listening, young lady. We need to know exactly what happened. And who the hell is this?”

“Daddy, Mom, this is Seth Johnson, a friend of mine from college. Seth, my father, Joshua Hawthorne, III and my mother, Amanda Hawthorne, MD.”

In a very clipped and stern tone, Tara’s father said, “Sit down, Seth. You too, Tara. I can hardly wait to hear your excuse for having stolen a car!”

Tara told her parents the whole story, leaving almost nothing out. The only thing she didn’t explain was what the relationship had been between her and me on campus. As she spoke, her parents listened intently, stopping her several times to get her to clarify some details. The longer Tara talked, the less angry and more concerned her parents seemed to be. At the end of Tara’s story, they stood up and came over to Tara. She stood up, and they grabbed her, hugging her tightly and kissing her hair. “My poor baby girl,” her father said quietly. I’m so sorry this had to happen to you. I just thank God you’re safe here at home.” Her mother, dabbing her eyes with a hankie, said, “We love you, honey. We’ll do everything we can to make sure that you’re protected. You did nothing wrong. You did what you had to do.”

Her father turned to me. “Son,” he said, taking my hand in both of his, “I don’t know how to thank you for everything you did to try to protect my little girl. You’re a very brave and fine young man. My wife and I are forever in your debt.”

Tara’s mother came over to me, looked deep into my eyes, and then threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. She started to cry, holding me tight. “Thank you for being there for our baby. She is very lucky to have a friend as wonderful as you.” After a few moments, she pulled away and stood next to her husband, holding his hand tightly.

Tara’s father said, “You two must be exhausted. Tara, Suzette has unpacked your things and drawn you a bath. Seth, I will ring Lawrence. He has put your things into one of the guest rooms and has furnished the bathroom with anything you should need to be able to freshen up from your ordeal. I have a number of things to attend to regarding this matter. Suzette and Lawrence will call you in time for you to have lunch at one this afternoon. Hopefully, I will be able to put your minds at ease about the difficult details of this situation when my wife and I join you for the meal. Oh, and give Lawrence your parents’ phone number, so he may call them to let them know you are all right and will be staying the day and evening with us. He will only tell them that you had difficulty with the storm and are at a friend’s family’s house. You can call them this afternoon to tell them whatever else you want them to know.”

Lawrence knocked on my door at noon. By the time I had gotten showered and changed into the silk pajamas Lawrence had provided for me, I was so exhausted that I had simply collapsed on the king-sized bed in my suite. I felt like I had been asleep for only a few minutes when Lawrence’s polite knock sounded on my door. “What is it?” I said through my fog.

Lawrence answered through the door, “Mr. Hawthorne instructed me to wake you at noon, sir. May I come in to assist you, sir?”

“Sure, come on in, Lawrence, though I don’t know what help I would need, other than to get my sorry ass out of bed.”

“Sir,” Lawrence replied, “I will gladly help you to your feet if you so desire. However, what I had really intended to assist you with is selection of your attire for your late luncheon with the Hawthornes.” As he came into the room, he pulled behind him a large, wheeled clothes rack with three sport coat and dress slacks combinations, two suits, a variety of shirts and ties, five pairs of shoes, and numerous packages of underwear and socks.

“What’s all this, Lawrence?”

“Sir, in the Hawthorne household, everyone dresses appropriately when a guest is invited for a meal. I spoke to Dr. Hawthorne, since I knew you had only casual clothing with you, and she instructed me to have some items delivered in your size. I do hope you will find them to you liking. For breakfast, it is appropriate to wear a simple shirt and slacks. Luncheon usually calls for a sport coat and tie. At dinnertime, a proper suit is usually expected. If you would not mind, I will select a luncheon ensemble which I believe will be pleasing to you and will make the proper presentation to the family.”

Obviously, I really didn’t know how the other half lived. The clothes all looked great, but way out of my league. “Knock yourself out Lawrence. My usual clothing selection involves jeans and a t-shirt. Pick out something you think will look good. I’m going to grab a shower and a shave.”

“Excellent, sir. I shall return in ten minutes to assist you in your clothing selection.”

When I came out of the bathroom, having showered and shaved with the supplies Lawrence had set out before I had gone to bed, he was waiting in the bedroom. “You look refreshed, sir. Are you feeling well?”

“Lawrence, I’d feel a lot better with about eight hours more sleep. But, I’m anxious to hear more about what Tara’s Mom and Dad have to say about what happened to us. Also, I’m hungry as hell. What do you think I should wear for lunch?”

“Sir, may I suggest the ensemble I have laid out on the bed? If I may offer my opinion, these clothes have a casually dressy appearance which should be well received by the Hawthorne’s.”

I dressed as Lawrence puttered about the suite, replacing the used towels in the bathroom, and hanging my other new clothes in a closet. He brought in all the clothes that had been in my duffle bag, but which were now laundered and pressed, and put them away neatly in dresser drawers. When I was ready to put on my necktie, he said, “I would gladly assist you with that if you like, sir.”

“Sure, that would be great, Lawrence.”

When he was done, I put on the sport coat. “You look fabulous sir!” Lawrence said. “Please take a look in the wardrobe mirror.”

I checked my appearance in the mirror and had to agree. “How did you manage to get clothes for me that fit me this well?” I asked.

“Sir, I used to be co-owner of an exclusive men’s clothing store in town. My contribution to the business had been my sense of style and my eye for fit. My partner’s contribution had been primarily his business acumen. Mr. Hawthorne had become a steady customer of ours, and purchased virtually all of his clothing from us. When my partner had succeeded in siphoning off most of the money from the business and had absconded with the funds, leaving me to face bankruptcy, liquidation of the business, and financial ruin, Mr. Hawthorne invited me and my wife Suzette to come to work for him as his butler and maid. We have been in his employ for nearly fifteen years.”

I said, “It sounds like Mr. Hawthorne did you a pretty big favor.”

“Absolutely, sir. One I can never properly repay. But he didn’t do it to enslave me and my wife. Quite to the contrary, sir. Mr. Hawthorne and Dr. Hawthorne are extremely generous people. They have helped many who are less fortunate than they, and my wife and I, along with many others, love them deeply. But make no mistake, sir. Mr. Hawthorne can be a fearsome adversary. Those who wrong either him or those he cares about wind up regretting it. But enough of that. I should allow you to form your own opinions. We have some time before I must escort you to the family dining room. May I give you a brief tour of the house, sir?”

“That sounds great, Lawrence. But please, stop calling me ‘sir’. Seth is just fine with me.”

“It would be improper for me to call you by your given name, sir, for two reasons. First, it is my position and duty to refer to all Mr. Hawthorne’s associates and guests as ‘sir’ or ‘madam’ or ‘miss.’ Second, and this is my personal reason, sir, I must confess that my wife and I love Miss Tara as though she were our own daughter. Mr. Hawthorne has told me something of what you two endured last night. I have the utmost respect for you, sir, for what you did to protect Miss Tara’s honor and, in fact, her very life. In my eyes, sir, and I suspect in the eyes of everyone in this household, you are a hero. It would be gravely inappropriate for me to address one who is a hero to me by anything less respectful than the term, ‘sir’.”

As we walked through the house, Lawrence pointed out the hallway to Tara’s parents’ suite of rooms, which included Mr. Hawthorne’s study which we had been in early this morning, the stairway to Tara’s part of the house (her ‘apartment’ as he called it), the great room, which could easily have served as a ballroom for about forty guests, and the recreational area which included a home theater room, a small video arcade, and a near-Olympic size indoor swimming pool. Through the windows we could also see an outdoor pool which was covered for the winter. Lawrence led me back to the kitchen area, which was a few steps from the neat little house he shared with his wife. Near that was a building which appeared to consist of some townhouse-type apartments, which Lawrence said housed the rest of the staff.

Lawrence then escorted me into the family dining room. Tara’s mother was already there. When she saw me, she got up and came over to me, hugging me like a long-lost close friend. “Seth, dear, did you sleep well? Has Lawrence taken care of your needs? You look extremely handsome today.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I said. “Yes, I slept soundly, although I may need another night’s sleep to recover fully. Lawrence provided me with everything I could possibly want, including these wonderful clothes. He is an amazing man. He told me a little of his history, which explains his taste in clothes and his ability to choose items which fit me perfectly. He also told me of his relationship with you and your husband. He has the utmost respect for the two of you.”

“As we do for him. Lawrence and his wife, Suzette, make this house run smoothly and efficiently. My husband and I both love them deeply. Speaking of my husband, he should be here in a moment. I wonder where Tara is.”

“I’m here Mom,” Tara said as she walked into the room. She was dressed in a simple pink sweater, pleated navy skirt which stopped at the top of her knees, and sensible but dressy navy shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a large silver clasp at the back of her head. The overall impression was tasteful and beautiful. She would have looked right at home in a glamour magazine spread about casual office fashion. She went and kissed her Mom on the cheek, then came over to me and hugged me tightly, kissing me on both cheeks. “Good morning, er, afternoon, Seth. My, don’t you look great today!”

At that point, Mr. Hawthorne strode into the room and gave his wife a quick, yet heartfelt peck on the lips. He then turned to Tara. “I’m so glad you’re home, Sweetie,” he said as he hugged her. Then he came over to me and shook my hand warmly. “Hello, Seth. I’m glad to see you looking more rested. I see that Lawrence’s skill with clothing is as strong as ever. You look like a man who could set any woman’s heart ablaze and who could easily win the respect of any man. I must say, young man, that you have already won my respect. You do realize that the clothes Lawrence brought you this morning are our gift to you, the first of many ways that my wife and I hope to demonstrate our gratitude to you.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said. “But I want you to realize that your daughter here was, in many important ways, more instrumental in saving our lives than I was.”

“Son,” Mr. Hawthorne said, “your modesty is refreshing, but never make the mistake of selling yourself short. Modesty is an important trait, but one should take credit when it’s due. Have a seat, everyone. Let’s have lunch.”

A young woman brought us soup, salad, entree, coffee, and a light desert in perfectly timed succession. Our conversation during lunch was light, almost superficial, with Tara’s Dad grilling me on my preference in sports teams, and his wife asking Tara about her classes and exams. After the table had been cleared, Mr. Hawthorne got down to business.

“I’ve been busy on the phone this morning,” Mr. Hawthorne said. “Let me tell you what I’ve learned and what I’ve accomplished so far.

“First, the vehicle you drove to the warehouse this morning no longer exists. All identifying paperwork and personal belongings of the owner were removed and destroyed. The vehicle itself was crushed and is, by now, in the blast furnace of a scrap metal recycler I know of. That was accomplished discretely by someone who owed me a favor. He is reliable, trustworthy, to me at least, and knows that I can and will cause him to be permanently silenced with one phone call if he has been at all careless.

“Second, the weather has cleared completely along the route you took from the university to here. I know of someone who was able to trace the route by helicopter. Although the road through the forested area where your vehicles are has not yet been cleared, he has made arrangements to have both your cars flat-bedded here at the first opportunity. He located the remains of the cabin. It was virtually destroyed in the fire. There is, at this time, no evidence that anyone has been to the scene to investigate the fire, and in fact, no one in the area seems to have noticed it.

“Third, this same individual has contacts who have made discrete inquiries about your captors. It appears that they were only seen in the town nearby about two or three times a year, so their untimely end may not be discovered for several months, giving nature further opportunity to obliterate any evidence which could be useful in investigating the cause of their deaths and the fire. Besides, it seems as though their reputation in that town would not cause anyone to go looking for them. They will not be missed.

“Fourth, I have enlisted the services of a top criminal defense practice. Their firm and mine have long professional ties, and a sizeable number of favors have been exchanged between our two practices over the past several decades. The senior partner of this firm and I have been close personal friends since our fraternity days in college. He has already contacted his most trusted private investigators to research everything that can be learned about the occupants of that cabin, and he will be immediately aware of any investigation that may be launched by the authorities into the events of last night. He also has formed a committee inside his firm to formulate any defense strategies that could be needed for either of you, in the event that any suspicions should ever be raised. He already has told me that, based on your account of the events, it would be extremely unlikely that either of you could be connected in any way to those two individuals. He said he could not envision a scenario in which anyone would ever even dream that you had met those two men.

“Fifth, and I must apologize for this, I have done some research on you, Seth. I’ve learned that you are the only son of two honest, respected, hard-working, lower-income level parents. You were an honor student throughout middle school and high school. Graduated second in your class of 356 students. Lettered in football sophomore through senior years. Co-captain senior year when your team lost by one point at the state finals. Voted MVP of every major game your team played. Lost your full-ride football scholarship in the spring of your senior year when a drunk driver plowed into your car and pretty-much ruined your knee. Also lost some small academic scholarships when your family couldn’t afford the rest of the cost to send you to several good universities. Worked essentially full-time at an auto repair business near your house all through high school, after graduation worked an average of sixty hours a week for an entire year to save enough money to enter the university you’re at now.

“No one has ever known you to touch drugs. You drink sparingly on occasion, preferring to serve as the designated driver for your friends. You had several girlfriends in high school and one fairly serious relationship in your freshman year at college. You dumped her when you found out she cheated on you. You worked like a madman last summer to earn more money for school. You do some odd jobs around school, but you haven’t been seen much outside your dorm, the classrooms, and the library. You are carrying a perfect grade-point average and are taking extra credits. You are taking a dual-major in electronics engineering and business management. Your only social life this semester involved some light social encounters with my daughter, who shut you down like the spoiled brat she can be (sorry, honey, but you know it’s true) when she found out you weren’t a rich kid like she is.

“Do I have that about correct, Seth?” Mr. Hawthorne asked.

I sat there dumbfounded. “Yes sir, that’s about it. How did you learn all that since five o’clock this morning?”

Mr. Hawthorne gave me a sly smile. “It helps to know people who know people. You’re a very interesting young man, Seth. You work hard for everything you get. You probably will go far. You also don’t hold grudges. You didn’t have to try to rescue our daughter, after she had, frankly, been such a bitch to you, but you did. I admire you. I’ve also spoken to your father on the phone. Your parents were worried sick about you, knowing how bad the blizzard was that you were driving through. When Lawrence called them this morning, they were relieved to know that you were safe, but Lawrence felt they had a lot of questions that he did not feel at liberty to answer. I called your house just before I came in here to lunch. I didn’t tell them much other than that Tara wrecked her car and that you managed to plow your way through the blizzard to bring her home to us. I’m sure they assume that you brought her here in your truck. I also told them that you were our guest here, and asked them to let you stay with us for a few days. I invited them to come here for Christmas, as a show of our gratitude for them having a son as wonderful as you. They said they would like to talk to you about it, and I promised that you would call them. Would you like to call them now, or do you want to think about all this for a while?”

“Daddy,” Tara said, “I’d like to talk to Seth alone before he calls them. Would that be OK, Seth?”

“Sure, Tara. Do you mind if we excuse ourselves, sir? Ma’am?”

“Perfectly fine with us, son,” Mr. Hawthorne said. “Take all the time you need. I have some follow-up I need to do on our ‘situation,’ anyway, and I should also do some firm-related work. Honey,” he said, turning to Tara’s mother, is that OK with you?”

Tara’s mother said, “Let’s talk about this some more at dinner, around 7:30 this evening.”

Tara and I left the dining room, and I followed her down the hall to the recreation area of the house. When we got to the pool area, we stopped, and Tara motioned for me to sit next to her on a loveseat near the pool.

“Seth, I need to know how you feel about all this.”

I asked, “What exactly are you referring to?”

“Just talk to me. First tell me how you felt last night at the cabin.”

“OK, well, terrified. I didn’t want to believe it, but I was sure those guys wanted to rape you as soon as Zeke started talking about having a ‘party.’ That’s why I stood up to him out at your car. I didn't really think I could take him in a fight, but I didn’t know what else to do. At that point, I was still mad at you for the way you treated me last semester and the way you talked to me when you were trapped in your car, but I felt a moral obligation to do whatever I could to protect you. When I woke up tied up in their cabin, I was desperate to do something, but couldn’t figure out what it could be. That’s why I made you tell me everything that had happened after Zeke knocked me out. I was feeling pretty hopeless, because I was sure they were going to kill us, but I couldn’t just sit there without trying to figure out some way to escape. The way you talked about Merle gave me a little hope, but when he did nothing to stop Zeke from making you strip, I figured we were doomed. I was beside myself because I just couldn’t get myself untied. I really wanted to grab that gun and put all six bullets right in Zeke’s heart. When Merle started fighting with Zeke and you untied me, my hopes soared. I thought we could get out of there, and maybe help Merle too. But when Zeke murdered his own brother, I knew we in deep trouble. I shot him to disable him so we could get away, figuring that if he didn’t bleed to death, the cops would put him away for life. When you torched the cabin, I was, frankly, a little horrified at your actions, but I tried to imagine what I would have done if I had been in your place. I knew you were terrified, humiliated, and had narrowly escaped the most hideous violation a woman can experience, especially knowing that you would be killed afterward. I’m at peace now with what you did. With where your head and your heart were at the time, I’m not sure you had any choice but to do what you did.”

“Oh Seth,” Tara sobbed, “you don’t know how much that means to me. I needed to hear you say that you understood. I was in such a state of shock that I was, in some ways, unable to form rational thoughts. When Zeke rammed his fingers inside me and got ready to enter me, I sort of snapped. It was so surreal. I was almost outside of myself, experiencing the whole situation not only as a victim but also as a spectator. I don’t know how to put it into words. I guess that now I have to work on coming to grips with it, convincing myself to forgive myself for what I did. Can you ever forgive me, Seth?”

“Tara, I already have. I’m pretty sure that what you did would not even stand up in court as a prosecutable offence. I’m not the most religious person in the world, but I know that God was there, and under the circumstances, He knows that you did what had to be done, and does not blame you for your actions. I know I now only feel gratitude to you for helping to save us. I have forgiven you completely for anything you did last night. In fact, I have forgiven you completely for anything you have ever said or done to me. You are an amazing girl, Tara, someone who should go forward with her head held high.”

Tara grabbed me hard and buried her face in my shoulder. Her wracking sobs shook me to the core. I hugged her tightly, gently stroking her beautiful blond hair, letting her break down with the emotions that had been overwhelming her. After a long time, she pulled back from me so that she could look at me. “I feel so awful for the way I’ve treated you, Seth. Daddy’s right. I can be an insufferable, miserable, bratty, spoiled bitch, and by being that way, I drove away the bravest, noblest, and most sensitive man I’ve ever met. Having you forgive me means more to me than I can tell you.”

It was at that point that she first kissed me. It was not a gentle “just friends” peck, but it was not a kiss of physical passion, either. It felt like a kiss of love, like the kiss of an angel. We kissed each other again and again, and each kiss became a little hotter than the one before. Finally, she broke from my embrace and looked at me with an expression on her face that I couldn’t read. “I remember one thing from last night that, in a different situation, I would have enjoyed,” Tara said.

“What was that?” I asked.

“The look in your eyes when I was getting undressed. I did it slowly to give you more time to untie yourself, but when I saw the way you were looking at me, I wanted to please you. Now I want to see that look in your eyes again,” Tara said.

She stood up and moved a few feet away from me, removed the clip from her hair and shook it loose. Then she started gently swaying in front of me. She slowly slipped off her shoes, and then began to move her hands gradually up and down her body. Still swaying, she turned her back to me and very slowly pulled her sweater up her body and over her head, tossing it onto a nearby chair. When she turned back to face me, I caught the briefest glimpse of a nearly transparent pink bra before she covered the cups with her hands. She sensuously massaged her breasts through the bra for a few moments, then lowered her hands so I could see her nipples straining against the delicate fabric. Never stopping her gentle movement, she lovingly caressed her taut, flat abdomen, her sides, her perfectly proportioned arms, and her lovely shoulders. With torturously slow movements, she pulled the straps down, lowering the bra so that I could barely see the top edges of her small, pink areolas. Then she turned her back to me again, and removed the bra, tossing it on top of her sweater. Her hands ran over her trim, shapely hips and buttocks, finally finding and lowering the zipper of her skirt. She allowed it to drop to the floor, displaying her sexy, tight ass covered by tiny boy-short panties made of the same sheer pink material. When she turned to face me again, she gave me a full view of her full, perky tits with their erect nipples. Still dancing, she worked her panties off her hips, allowing me to see the moisture already glistening between her puffy, bare labia. She kicked the skirt and panties to the side and glided to me.

“I want to undress you too, Seth. I want you to make love to me. Stand up and let me do everything for you. I don’t want you to move a muscle. I just want to make you feel good.” She kissed my lips, my eyes, everywhere on my face. She removed my jacket and tie, and then slowly unbuttoned my shirt. As each button came free, she kissed the newly exposed area of my chest and stomach. After my shirt was off, she carefully draped my clothes over the chair that held hers. Then she knelt in front of me, lifting my one leg and then the other to remove my shoes and socks. She slowly worked her hands up my legs, lightly caressing them as she went. When she reached my waist, she began kissing my stomach and licking my navel. She palmed my obvious erection through my trousers as she kissed and licked my torso, and then deftly opened my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and removed them, tossing them with the rest of our clothes. When she worked my briefs off my hips, freeing my cock, it sprang up and hit her in the chin. “Seth, you moved a muscle. And what a muscle it is!”

Lightly fondling my balls, she licked the underside of my shaft until a drop of pre-cum appeared. She smiled at me and said, “I want to have you in my mouth for a little while. I don’t want you to cum there this time, though, because I need you inside me. If I get carried away, please stop me, because the first time you cum with me I want it do be deep in my pussy. OK, baby?”

With the way she looked, and the way she made love to my manhood, it took everything I had not to just blow my load when she started moving her mouth back and forth on my cock. I had had good blowjobs before, but none of them had felt like this. Was she really that skilled, or was it my rapidly growing feelings for this goddess kneeling before me, worshipping my penis with her mouth? I couldn’t decide, but I soon realized I had to stop her before I drowned her in cum.

“Tara, honey, stop! I’m going to cum big-time if you don’t stop now!”

She pulled back and smiled up at me. “Oh my God, Seth, you taste good. And doing that to you made me so wet! Please make love to me. Please make me cum. I need it so much!”

I helped her to her feet and pulled her to me. I realized that, other than holding her hand at college this past fall, and the kisses we had shared a few minutes earlier, this was the first time I had touched her. I held her close, leaning down to kiss her. Our tongues danced as our mutual passion grew. I could feel her hard nipples grinding into my chest. I caressed her hair, her shoulders, her beautiful back, and her lovely, firm ass. We held ourselves so tightly to each other that I felt like my body would weld itself to hers with our heat.

I picked her up and carried her to a lounge chair and laid her down carefully. I was transfixed with her beauty and couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare at her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever known, now was my chance to make love to her, but I was so awestruck with her beauty that I couldn’t move. I stared at her gorgeous face, her toned body, her fabulous breasts, her moist, puffy lips, and her long, shapely legs. Finally, a sigh escaped my lips, with a single word: “Wow!”

Tara giggled and said, “You’re silly! I was thinking the same thing, looking up at you. But I want to do much more than look. I need to have you touch me, I need to have you on me, in me, possessing me. Come to me now, lover.”

I lay down next to her and began to kiss her again. Although I knew I could have just rammed myself inside her and gotten the relief she made me need so desperately, I wanted to really make love to her. I bathed her face and neck in soft little kisses while gently massaging her breasts. I worked my lips down her throat and slowly kissed her one nipple. It was hard as a stone, and I sucked and nibbled it carefully, while lightly pinching the other nipple. After a while, I changed sides, and took as much of that beautiful breast as I could into my mouth, licking the areola, and drawing down on her nipple. I could smell the remnants of her vanilla body wash on her moistened skin, which blended beautifully with the sweet, musky smell of her arousal.

Resuming my southward trip, I trailed light kisses down her belly until I could lick the prominence of her one hipbone. From there, I kissed and nibbled down the front of her thigh to her knee, then back up the inside of that thigh to just below her pussy. The sweet aroma of her excitement was driving me insane. I by-passed her sex and moved to the top of her thigh, across her lower abdomen to the other hip and repeated my path on this leg. When I got to the top, I slowly parted her thighs with my hands to expose her pussy. Her puffy, smooth outer lips were shiny with her fluid, and the drenched pink inner folds were visible. Her clit had begun to protrude from its hood. With just the tip of my tongue, I licked the length of one of her outer labia and then the other. Her breathing was very heavy now, and I could hear soft moans coming from deep in her chest. I kept this up for awhile, enjoying the sounds she was making and the taste of the fluids she was producing. Finally, I parted her outer lips and licked her center from near her little pink pucker to just short of her clit. With each lick, I plunged my tongue deeper inside her, making her moan and squirm more with each pass I made. Finally, without warning, I touched the tip of my tongue to her now fully engorged clit. She sucked in a big breath and held it as I began to suck on her clit. After a few seconds, she let out a sobbing wail, and began to spasm with the first orgasm of what I hoped would be several. As she writhed and shook, I struggled to keep contact with her pussy, but her reaction made it well worth the effort.

Finally, her orgasm had passed. I lifted my head to look deep into her lovely eyes.

“I need you inside me right now, Seth. I don’t care if you want to make slow tender love to me or if you want to use me like a sex toy, as long as you fuck me right now!” she said.

I moved up so I could rub the head of my cock against her pussy, mixing my pre-cum with her juices. Then I slowly began to enter her. She was very tight, and it took a lot of gentle thrusting to work my length fully inside her wet velvet vice. When I had bottomed out, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and we began the timeless dance of lovers. At first, we moved slowly, savoring each second of our joining. The soft moans of pleasure she was making soon caused me to up the tempo of our copulation, which made her push her hips up to meet my thrusts. When I shifted my position to I could suck on her nipples again, she began to writhe in earnest. Almost at once, I felt a great increase in her moisture, and she began to buck wildly beneath and around me, giving herself up to another soul-shaking orgasm. I held myself as deep inside her as possible, letting her ride it out.

When she had recovered, she whispered in my ear, “Now fuck me hard, Seth. Fuck me as hard as you’ve ever fucked anyone. I want to feel you cum as deep inside me as you can.”

I was happy to oblige and began pumping her like my survival depended on it. Soon we were both drenched with sweat, and I felt a tremendous seething deep in my sack. Tara knew it was coming, because she could feel my dick swelling even larger inside her. “Yes, Seth, yes, I want it so much. Cum in me, baby, cum in me!” As I let loose, she dug her fingers into my shoulders and crushed my back with her heels, experiencing her own orgasm.

We lay there, still joined, trying to return our breathing to normal. I kissed her again and again, inhaling the soft, wonderful scent of her hair and the intoxicating smell of our combined lust. What had transpired between us in the last twenty-four hours was more than I could comprehend. Where would we go from here?

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