Free A Slave to the Fantasy by Rebecca Lee

wanted him
inside her. His skinny tight body was ripped but almost emaciated
looking. When he looked in her eye, she always blinked first. She
got wet once at work when he got in her face and whispered to her
that she was turning him on.
     
    He said it so clearly, so authentically, with such
power, she couldn't help it.
     
    Now here they were on a group vacation with others
from work. Her two friends and his three. In her mind, her goal was
clear. She and him had drinks and he made it clear to his friends
it was his time to get with Tanya. They spent the whole night
making love countless times.
     
    She was on cloud 10. She was in love. For real. For
the first time.
     
     
    …
    “Mama, I am just not ready to go back to work,” Tanya
pleaded. “Lisa needs me.”
     
    “You can't stay home forever.” Gladys, Tanya's mom
said. “That ex-boyfriend of yours is her dad. He isn't much of a
father. He's only showed up to one thing and he didn't stay long.
Probably had to go meet another girl. Oh Tanya, why didn't you use
protection. Your life is so much harder now. I am so sad. I love
little Lisa, but this is so bad.
     
    “You aren't getting help from Bendato because you
think he'll want to get back with you. You are scared to piss him
off and push him away. You love who you want, but there are
costs.”
     
    Tanya could only cry and think of how much she loved
Bendato. Same as always, maybe more.
    She felt she must have done something wrong.
     
    “I don't understand!” she screamed out loud. “I
thought this was what he wanted. Our love created this!”
     
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter 11--Justene
     
    In the height of his dissatisfaction with his job and
his life, Samuel experienced something powerful. A feeling that
exists outside of a man but he can't live without. He met a beauty
that would prove to the most significant person he'd met to
date
     
    The day started off poorly. He had a late start and
this made for added stress in the post 9-11 world. Roberts was
heading north to Chicago and home. This was a layover in the
airport in St Louis. It was really early in the morning still. Like
maybe 9. He'd been up since about 4:30.
     
    He was groggy and wanting to get this over. Wishing
he'd paid some real money and got a direct flight instead of one of
all these stopovers. It was time to go find a magazine rack in one
of those airport “everything” stores.
     
    He grabbed a scandal magazine like “US” or “Star” and
dug in to clear his mind. It's been one of those days. Women were
the last thing on his mind.
     
    A pretty dark haired girl, looked Mexican, or Central
American came up next to him and started grabbing books.
     
    “That's a good read,” he said to her after about a
minute of standing about 6 feet away from each other.
     
    He was looking dead ahead immersed in his pop culture
mess reading.
     
    “I don't know much about it. I have heard about it. I
have heard about the author,” she said smiling but acting like she
was very interested in the subject. Which she was.
     
    “Usually a good looking woman doesn't read much
beyond what I am reading. I feel like we should trade,” Samuel said
smirking.
     
    He couldn't help but notice that this girl had one of
the cutest roundest little butts he'd ever seen. She had the larger
fuller lips with the smooth olive skin that were hallmarks of much
of the latina beauty you'd see out and about with increasing
frequency, especially in the south of the United States.
     
    She had perfect teeth which were always something he
found enchanting in a woman. That bubble gum colored tongue layered
with the pearly pearly whites. Thinking back to Andi and the time
he had the raging powerful sexual drive for her in that gym class,
white teeth were always the thing that tipped him.
     
    What happened next that morning followed and flowed
from one simple way of being. He didn't care. He didn't care about
an outcome. He didn't care if the girl liked him or not. He