Thursday: October 9: Seattle: A lonely girls-pov.

I sit in my bay window staring out across the Sound. Bills house is finally quiet; They've gone to New York for couple of months. Mom's latest sugar Daddy is sweet, a widower, trust fund kid, having a midlife crisis. Made him guarantee me residents for High School till I graduate. Being as I'm a 14 and a junior it's short term.

I wish? I was normal, not super smart with runway model looks. My life with mom; makes me an overachiever. I love her! hate her! But I've been the parent for most of my life. I hide behind my super nerd persona at Seattle premiere Preparatory High School. Where the cities rich elite sent, they're spoiled kids. I'm taking Advance Placement (AP) course with three online college courses at night. On the weekend, I work in a band to make money and excise the demons of my creative mind. The Heavy R's a rotating girl group like the Pussycat Dolls meets Alice Cooper. My persona is Dominatrix Red of Widow's trio. My life is full, stressed and complete. My batterie's are on low. I need a me-day. I call Abigail, band mother and manger, skipping Saturday night. Going to find some Muse. She ok with it.

Friday at school, the buzz is Phil Park's is having a blowout party tonight. No one invites me, can't blame them, my super nerd persona is tight flat grease hair, big birth control glass, bad make-up, loose baggy unisex cloths, top off with a retro pocket protector and Birkenstocks shoes. I finish my work, tutoring the rich needy, and head home. School works until midnight; I have an early getup to get to the Coast. Forecast rainy and foggy, I like it, it fits my mood.

Mrs. Westford, Bill's housekeeper, packs a lunch, my guitar, and sends me off, I can't legal drive, but my false ID say I can; I've been driving for 4years now. She has a hot dinner date with Jonas from down the street. I drive, ferry, and arrive at the secluded Smugger beach. I like this beach 2-miles long with parking lots at each end, an easy inland connecting trail, and road. Walking the beach looking for Agate and other interesting rocks, mom's hobby is jeweler making, wander aimlessly. I'm in my Victoria Bennett role, College Indie girl. Hair braid ponytail, Ivy League cloth, soft kaki cargo pants, punk graphic t-shirt, green Irish cable sweater. Minimal make-up, and mirror aviator with a big aviator watch.

Walking along the rocky beach, past the last bonfire remains. I find a naked man. He looks familiars, shit its Teddy Grey. He's passed out, buck naked and soon will be in hypothermia. I kick his knee, groggy response; he's cover in vomit, a shit and garbage. I get him up, a drag him into a cold tidal pond. That wakes him up. Yelling and cursing "Wash up Teddy" he does, then stands up and walk towards me, unashamed and full frontal, OMG cold water is supposed to shrink things, if that shrank I loved to see it erect, licking my lips, biting my tongue.

"Here take my sweater" I hand him the sweeter, please cover yourself before I give in to my rapidly, needy lust.

"It's too small won't fit" he states holding the sweeter while his manhood rises for some reason, maybe he smells me, D'oh just cover your dumb hot ass, Teddy.

"wrap it around your waist, so you don't get arrested" He does. Thank god, my lust recessed.

"Do you remember which parking lot?" please let his car be here. What am I thinking! Please let him be stranded.

"The last thing I remember was being handed a drink at Park's party in Bellevue, where I'm I?" he says

"Smugger beach, south of Denton on the pacific coast. I think you got ruffied" Shit, poor dumb boy. You never let people hand you unopen drinks at a party.

"Shit, let me borrow your cell?" he asks like that gone work out here.

"No, no bars out here. Have to go to Denton to make a call. Come let's go to my car."

"What if I'm in the other lot?" he asks

"Will drive over, you don't what to walking in just that in this weather, you're already shaking."

"What's your name?" he asks. Shit can't let my real name get out. think you're a smart girl.

"Samaria" I say without conviction.

"Really the wife of the good Samaritan. Come on you know mine." Shit I called him Teddy. Great, he's more than muscle and large manhood, very large manhood.

"fine it Vicky" He follows me; at the car I check the trunk. One of Bills old coveralls should fit Teddy. I crank the heater up.

We check the other lot, No cars. I walk down the beach trail. Finding a bag with teddy name on it. No cloths just e-print pictures of Teddy naked with several girls and guys from school. Note "Better behave Teddy, or these get webbed." Really stupid high schooler's, with Christian Grey on the rampage they're toast.

I return and hand Teddy the bag, he's pissed. "The Payphone junked. Will have to call at Denton." We drive to inland; my day is ruined, although hot Teddy is checking me out. I feel my heat rising. Teenage hormones be still. He can't want me?

I gas up as Teddy calls Daddy. I hear him tell daddy about the party, the drugging, and the names of everyone in the pictures, full confession. "No, I can get a ride into the city. Dad, I'm ok. Just get these assholes before they publish. I'll call when we get into town."

Can I borrow some money for cloths, pointing at a small department store; I think about it, then give in. The coveralls are too tight and revealing. Afterwards jeans, dress shirt and sneakers, Teddy is smoking hot, even better than the coveralls. Oozing hot maleness, I'm panting. Calm down Sam, down girl.