NOTE: Sexual content ahead. Discretion advised.

Ethel made her way through the guests, who were dancing wildly to the upbeat tempo of Shake, Rattle and Roll, having been in search for her son for the last fifteen minutes. Sighing and shaking her head, she came up to Elsa, who was holding little Jyoti and dancing with her to the tune as if she were just a small child.

"Did you find them yet?" the German woman asked.

"No, I ain't seen them," Ethel replied, adjusting her horizontal, black sequined headband that resembled a headpiece from her youth. She took a stroke of her beard before drinking from the glass of cognac she had in her hand—it had been her sixth drink that night on top of two glasses of wine.

"Verdammt," Elsa muttered, handing Jyoti over to Pepper who took her in her arms. "I wonder where they've gone."

"Oh boy," the bearded lady muttered, looking down at her honey yellow-colored cocktail; Elsa leaned into Ethel and looked into her clear dark blue eyes curiously.

"Have you seen Britta? I haven't since 8:00," Elsa questioned. "She was giving a little interview in the lounge down the hall to a reporter from the newspaper, finally. I was with her."

"Oh…" The bearded lady trailed off and bit her lower lip, looking downward. "I…haven't seen her since we got here."

"Oh, mein gott," Elsa muttered in disbelief with an impatient sigh. "She is supposed to be here! She is the star!"

"Ugh, fine. I'll go look for her. No guarantees of findin' her." With that being said, Ethel walked away.

Having left the town hall with Britta on the back of the motorcycle, Jimmy steered down the empty road, speeding really fast in order to get back to the grounds of the freak show. Britta grew nervous as the darkness consumed the air—the moon wasn't out, and as they got closer to that part of town, there were no street lights—just the pure darkness of night. Despite having spent days and nights locked under her foster parents' home with no light on, the dark still frightened her to an extent because it reminded her so much of their abuse toward her. The wind that blew as they cruised down the road wiped a tear that was starting to form from her left eye, and she rested her head on his leather-coated back until they reached the front of Jimmy's trailer. Once he kicked the stand down, he got off and extended his hand to bring Britta off the motorbike.

"C'mon," he said. "It's late."

Britta and Jimmy entered his trailer and it looked cleaner than it had been when she was last there, all made clear when he flicked on the light. She took a seat and leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them to Jimmy removing his jacket, dress shirt, and even his tank top—she looked at him blankly, but her eyes looked shocked, admiring his chiseled, slender frame and broad shoulders as he reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette, lighting it with his Zippo lighter before taking a drag. The fuming cigarette looked so peculiar between his deformed, fused fingers; then he looked at Britta and walked toward the sofa, sitting right next to her as she looked back at him with her vivid green eyes. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing out the smoke and he handed to butt to the Swede.

"Wanna?" he offered. Shrugging, she took the cigarette, putting the butt in her mouth and inhaling, letting out a little cough before taking another drag. Jimmy watched her and chuckled, leaning in closer and watching her puff on his cigarette.

"Never smoked either?" he asked. Surprisingly, she shook her head.

"I smoked before," she answered.

"Whoa," Jimmy chuckled. "I ain't seen you smoke."

"I…well, it has been a while," she said, taking another drag before giving it back to him. Jimmy took a drag and sighed.

"When did you stop?"

"Eh…" Britta thought for a moment and looked down at the skirt of her dress, the tulle and satin rolled up slightly to reveal a hint of pure white crinoline—Jimmy bit his lip at the sight, at least until she adjusted it. "When Elsa took me here."

"Well, if you ever need 'em, I can take you to the place I get 'em," he said, dragging on the cigarette once more before crushing it in the ashtray. Britta looked at him and smiled slightly with a nod.

"Tack," she said.

Jimmy put his hands on her petite waist and wrapped them around her lithe frame as he leaned in to kiss the side of her delicate neck, his warm breath caressing her as he moved up to her ear. When he saw that she didn't respond via moaning or some other indicator that she liked it, he lifted her chin up and turned her head to face him, moving a stray piece of her golden hair that had clung to her cheek.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Ja," she said softly, close to a whisper. He leaned in a kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear gently.

"I love you," he said gently, holding one of her hands and caressing her fingers and palm. Britta smiled and nodded slowly, taking a steady breath and not knowing what to say. Yes, she felt the same way—she just did not know how to say it without sounding like an imbecile. Jimmy, looking into her eyes lovingly, sighed softly.

"Britta," he began. "If you don't feel the same way about me, I understand. But…I do hope that, you know, you can open your heart to me and allow me to…" He sighed, cupping her face in his hand, "make you the happiest girl in the world. I may have a deformity, but I would hope you can see past that and love me for who I am inside."

"I do," she said.

Jimmy, smiling with his charming grin with dimples in his cheeks, leaned in to kiss her soft lips tenderly. Feeling nervous as all hell, she only returned his kiss a little bit at first as she placed her hands on his shoulders and upper chest; her feather-light touch was enough to arouse him and give him the urge to take her right then and there. Don't do that, he thought to himself, a reminder of the past she had, be tender and slow with her.

"Mm-" Britta sounded like she was grunting, so Jimmy stopped and leaned his forehead into hers, staring into her eyes and holding her hand gently.

"What's wrong?"

"This is not right," she said, her body trembling with anxiety. "I…I…"

"Why? I thought—"

"I am not married," Britta admitted after a moment of silence.

"Me neither," Jimmy stated, "but that makes two of us. If you are ready, I will go very slow and be very gentle with you," he told her. "If not, I will understand completely." Her mind scrambling between old memories and her feelings for Jimmy muddled her thinking, but she wanted to be happy; she didn't want to hide behind her past anymore.

"Jimmy," she whispered softly, the sound of his name in her accent driving him wild as he embraced her close, waiting for an answer. When she did, she whispered softly.

"I…want to."

Feeling a rush of sexual energy, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers, pulling her onto his lap so he could carry her light-weight form to his bedroom area down the small hallway bridal style. He set her down on her feet, holding her close and kissing her neck as he took his time trying to find the small zipper in the back of her dress. As she felt his hands caressing her satin-covered back in the process, Britta took steady breaths, as nervous as she was, and she held him tightly to her. Jimmy kissed her neck more passionately, making her let out a moan as he finally found the zipper, pulling it down to let a draft of air hit her back. Britta gasped, turning red with a tear coming from her eye due to the overwhelming heat of the moment. Unlike the one who violated her in cold blood, Jimmy felt warm and sincere in his feelings for her—this lessened her worries, but she was still so nervous. Once her dress was completely undone, he gently pulled it down off her body, and Britta stepped out of it gently.

Jimmy, who tried to undo his good slacks, was mesmerized by her body; she looked incredibly thin in her modest clothing, but wearing only a white bra, panties, and a garter belt to hold up her white stockings, she looked shapelier with curves around her hips. Her waist was naturally a small circumference, and her breasts looked slightly fuller in her plain ivory bra than underneath her long-sleeved blouses. She took off her gloves and tossed them to the floor, and Jimmy, whose pants were down and off, approached her and kissed her with such passion she fell back on the bed with him on top of her. She turned beet red, and he took notice, caressing her face.

"Are you ok?" he asked, reaching down to hold her hips as he bent her legs up a little to pop off her small yellow shoes with white lace, putting them down again slightly to undo the garters from her garter belt. Britta stared up into his eyes, leaning up to kiss him as softly as she could—he pressed his lips to hers and his tongue slowly explored her mouth.

"Mm," she moaned softly, gently playing with his tongue in return as her heart raced beyond her control. She felt him reach behind her, and she arched her back to let him undo her bra as much as she was nervous in letting him do so.

He gently pulled off her bra by the straps, gasping a little as he revealed her breasts, which did look fuller in the nude. Her nipples were perfectly perky and when he went to fondle them with his deformed hands, Britta gasped at his touch—it felt like heaven, and when he stared down at her with a seductive smile, it made her heart die.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered, leaning in to kiss and gently nibble on her neck while caressing her breasts and gently playing with her nipples. The way he was doing it was enough to enjoy it, but the fact that his some of his fingers were fused together made it all the better as a sensation. He had pleasured many women in town as a part of his "services", but this was something special, intimate, profound…he kissed down her neck and to her chest before kissing her tender breasts all over.

"Ah," she moaned softly, feeling him tease her by kissing around her nipples before taking it into his mouth to gently kiss and suck on it. She felt the knots in her stomach become butterflies as his tongue circled each nipple very slowly. He moaned softly as he continued to fondle and kiss her breasts, gazing up at her.

"Does that feel good?" he asked. She nodded shyly, her cheeks redder than a strawberry. He went back up again to kiss her softly, the feeling of her soft, sweet lips making his member hard in his pants. He knelt up and proceeded to remove her garter belt, leaving kisses on her tummy and hips in the process—this made Britta very nervous.

"Ahh," she groaned. He looked up at her and continued to leave kisses along her prominent hips. She let out another moan, feeling a strange burning sensation in her loins.

"Hmm, Britta," he sighed, going to kiss her lips as she sat up slightly as his hand trailed down her tummy and past it, feeling her womanhood over her panties.

"Ah!" She broke the kiss and let out a moan of distaste, taking his hand away as her mind's eye replayed terrible memories of her rape by Lars. Realizing he may have been a little too direct, Jimmy sighed and blushed of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. Are you ok?" he asked, kissing her cheek.

"I am…scared" she said, her body shaking and her nerves quivering. Jimmy planted a kiss on her lips, taking a different approach as he went to kneel between her legs, parting them slowly as he placed his hands on her knees.

"You don't have to be. You're with me. I won't hurt you, Britta," he said, reassuring her. "I promise." With a sigh, she licked her lips and gazed down into his dark brown eyes, feeling his deformed hands glide up her inner thighs.

"Alright," she said, taking a deep breath. "I am sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's ok. I understand why you're nervous. It's normal," he said, taking her right garter into his teeth and pulling her first white stocking down and off slowly. Britta watched him as he proceeded to take the other one off the same way, and he kissed all the way from her ankles, up her knees, and up her thighs while caressing them gently. Once he got between her legs, he teasingly stuck his tongue out over the satin of her panties; Britta felt a little bit odd with his head between her legs, but she let out a moan once Jimmy pressed his lips softly to them. He knew she was wet and he was proud of himself for making her that way.

"Ah!" she gasped, feeling him nibble gently as he looked up at her to make eye contact. She moaned a little bit more, her hips trembling as he continued to massage her thighs and pleasure her orally through her panties. To Jimmy, she tasted good so far but wouldn't know for sure until he took them off. When he did, he was very slow, and when he tossed them aside, Britta crossed her legs tightly over each other so he wouldn't see.

"Please…d-do not stare," she whimpered.

"Why not?" he asked with smirk.

"It is…äckligt!" she squealed, shutting her eyes. Jimmy, who was persistent to demonstrate his ability to pleasure a woman, tried to ease her legs apart for him. He didn't know what she was saying, but he tried to slowly pry them apart so he could see and access her wet, hot womanhood.

"Please? May I touch it? I won't look," he said convincingly. "I'll be gentle. Just…please?"

Sucking her lips inward and shutting her eyes, she loosened the grip her legs held and allowed Jimmy to part them slowly. Of course, he couldn't promise her that he wouldn't see it—he got a glimpse, and it was perfectly pink and pretty. He had seen many, but he felt Britta's to be the most beautiful he had ever seen. Kneeling between her legs in such a way that hers remained open, he licked his fused fingers to get them extra wet and began to massage her slick, wet folds gently, focusing on the flap of skin that hid her sensitive button of nerves.

"AH!" she moaned loudly, glancing up at him as he smiled down at her. He loved that she was enjoying herself, and he kissed her cheek. He teased her entrance to coax out more of her liquid, loving how amazingly wet she was.

"It's so warm," he muttered, licking his lips. Britta moaned in pleasure softly and quietly, but when he tried to slide his fingers inside, she gasped and let out a louder shout of delight.

"AH! Oh…ah…" she gasped, feeling his thumb start to rub her clit in circles. Her hips started to buck, and she muttered to herself in Swedish as she moaned, feeling his fused fingers come across a sensitive spot inside her.

"How did you learn to do this? It feels so good!" she exclaimed in her language. "Jag älskar dig…"

He didn't understand a word she had said, but he continued as she moaned in pleasure, taking the hint as he leaned to kiss her breasts again. He licked each nipple once teasingly, and when he took his fingers away, he put them to his mouth and tasted her—he moaned as if he had just tasted a delicious meal, gazing down at her.

"Hm…can I taste more of you?" he begged.

Not entirely understanding him, she nodded anyway and he kissed down her tummy and hips until he reached her womanhood, sticking out his tongue and licking slowly, leaving a kiss right above her clit. Feeling what he was doing and thinking it to be strange, she jolted and looked down at him in pure shock.

"Ah! That is dirty!" she exclaimed, covering her beet red face as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue, tasting every fold, near her entrance, and her clit.

"Hm, you taste so good, though. It's not dirty at all," he whispered, his tongue focused on her sensitive, throbbing clit; he could tell she liked what he was doing because she moaned and panted like crazy as she ran her fingers through the front of his hair. Her body trembled, her thighs shaking slightly as he kept focusing on her clit.

"Ah…ah…ah…" she moaned repeatedly, trailing his flat, wet tongue around her entrance before sliding it in—she let out a scream. What was he doing to her, and why did it feel so damn good?

"Mm…." Jimmy moaned as he tasted her nectar directly from the source, and Britta tossed her head back, feeling the pleasure that was building up suddenly begin to be released as he reached up and groped one of her breasts. She let out a scream loud enough to wake a whole neighborhood as she came. He licked her clean of her climax before kissing his way back up to her lips, giving her a taste of herself as he kissed her and held her close.

"I love you," he moaned.

"Jag älskar dig," she told him, body still trembling from her orgasm.

As he held her, he took his free hand and pulled down his boxers as much as he could before kneeling upright between her legs, pulling them off completely and letting his rock hard, throbbing member pop out and make itself known to Britta, who gazed in shock at how well-endowed he was. He had to have been at least eight or nine inches, and it was somewhat thick and bent upwards slightly.

"Oh my god, it's huge!" she said in Swedish, covering her mouth in shock. Suddenly scared about feeling pain again, Jimmy looked down at her and smirked, blushing as a dimple showed in his cheek.

"Don't worry, I will not hurt you," he said. "I'll be really gentle, I promise."

Britta's stomach tied in knots again, but tried to forget the memories as Jimmy rubbed the tip of his thick, long, hard, throbbing member against her clit, making her moan softly. When he put it near her entrance, he went down to hold her and kiss her with passion.

"Are you ready, Britta?" he asked, moving a strand of hair from her face that had become disheveled from their ardent lovemaking.

She sighed and nodded slowly, feeling his tip tease her entrance before it finally slid in. It was like a miracle—no pain, no large bulky man of a tremendous height on top of her and crushing her, and no one to hold her neck really tight so she couldn't make an incriminating sound. Jimmy only entered half way and he kissed her forehead lovingly as he took his thrusting slow at first so she could get a feel for him.

"How does it feel?" he asked, making sure she was no in pain or discomfort. Britta tossed her head back at his slow, shallow thrusts and felt a tear of positive emotions escape her eye.

"Ah…ja," she said in pleasure. She surprisingly felt tighter than he had anticipated, but he knew for sure it didn't feel like a virgin, but of course she had it torn away from her cruelly by her sexually deviant foster brother. For Britta, this had set her free…her heart danced as he sped up and held her hand. The tragic memories seemed to just blow away like a candle in the wind.

"Ah…ah ja…ja…" she moaned as he thrusted deeper with each movement. He took her legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to delve deeper inside her womanhood. She could feel every contraction of her walls around his thick, throbbing member as she moaned gradually louder.

"Ah! Ahh!" she moaned. She then began to speak her native tongue; "Jimmy, I love you! Please! Faster! It feels so good…better than I thought it would!"

Although he didn't understand her and her words, he moved faster and harder, focusing on her sweet spot as she began to scream and claw at his back like a tiger in heat. The pain aroused him even more and incited him to go deeper inside her, as deep as her body would allow; so deep that the tip brushed against her cervix. Feeling him so deep inside her and that he truly loved her made her heart melt as she neared her climax, letting out a series of screams that gradually grew louder until she couldn't take anymore. Jimmy, on the other hand, pumped his load as deep inside of her as he possibly could, groaning as each drop of his warm semen was absorbed by her womb. Feeling him cum inside her, she moaned—it was like the one who violated her had been washed away completely; he was no more. It felt so warm and delightful to her.

He pulled out of her, dripping with her juices as he pulled the sheets over himself and Britta, who was lying on her side with her knees bent up toward her torso and her eyes closed, back to Jimmy. He moved closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder, sighing and kissing the side of her neck.

"I love you…so much," he said. "I…hope I could…make you feel good tonight, Britta." She nodded, a tired expression on her face as she turned to lay on her back, looking up at him as he caressed her gentle face.

"Ja," she said. "I…love…you." She finally said it in English, although it was broken and heavily sounded by her accent, making him the happiest man in the world as they cuddled and fell asleep for the rest of the early morning.

As soon as the first hint of sunrise came to Jupiter, Britta woke up and looked over at Jimmy, who was sleeping very lax with his arm over her upper one and his torso facing down. She got out of the bed and put back on her bra and underpants, leaving her stockings and shoes behind as she put on her dress, took out her messy crown braid and silently left Jimmy's trailer to go back to Ethel's caravan. The weather was cool, and the grass was slightly damp. When she made her way to the dirt road connecting all of the caravans, trailers and tents, she felt an impact on the back of her head.

The world turned black.