While the Entity had been making plans to correct its oversight,. Amanda and Jake had been killing time doing the usual time fillers in the survivor camp. Three days after Claudette's first date, the pair had led Zarina to the "training ground," and with the assistance of Ash, who had filled in the role of playing the killer, the trio had given Zarina a refresher course on looping training. Looping remained one of the most important skills the survivors could ever master, and often was the difference between living and dying, as well as completing objectives.

Five days after Claudette's date, Amanda had found herself in a match against Frank, hidden behind his familiar mask. Frank had performed similarly to the way Joey was with Claudette in their own matches. She hadn't seen his eyes, but felt them on her as she did the objectives in the trial. He hadn't once attempted to kill her. When she'd opened the exit door, she'd been alone, the other survivors still left must be at the other gate.

Frank had found her, and as she walked up the ramp to escape, he'd given her back a caress with his hand right before she'd crossed the barrier. Jesus, he was really coming on strong. Amanda glanced over her shoulder as she ran down the long field and had seen Frank standing and watching her. How long he did, Amanda didn't know.

On day seven, Claudette and Joey were finally on. Claudette stopped by and asked for Amanda' to be present, even though she'd already pledged to do so before they'd left the Legion camp prior. Amanda had given her a very serious look as after Claudette had made her request. "Hold, on, lemme check my schedule, I have a busy social calendar after all."

She swept her hands in the air, pretending to page through the invisible sheets on her calendar. "Let's see...Well I've taken care of my running class with Bubba in a trial at 10 a.m. but there's the office lunch at noon. I'm scheduled to have tea with the Huntress at 2 p.m., and then at 5, I'm being interviewed by Fangoria on what it feels like to star in a personal horror movie daily...And after that...Oh look, my schedule is clear." She winked and smiled at Claudette, who giggled.

Amanda went outside pulled Jake into a shady spot. He'd been wrapped up in a conversation with Jane and Felix. The trio had a hard fought match, but only Jake had survived against the Spirit, barely finding the hatch in time. The trio were lamenting how they'd barely managed to accomplish any objectives because she'd played so strong. Once she had him alone, Amanda resisted the urge to fuck him in public, and instead reminded Jake to be ready that evening, as they'd be going with Claudette to the Legion camp.

After going back and forth, they decided to play up Jake's controlling nature and wealthy background. They decided that Jake should casually command her while they were at the fire, let it appear to Frank that Jake had trained her to be dutiful, and let him believe that she would take little time to "reprogram" for himself. It would also suggest to Frank that Jake had manipulation skills of his own, and make it seem like he and Jake were on somewhat even footing.

The Jake she knew and loved, who cared for her, respected her, and loved her unconditionally would seem like a pushover to Frank, and would make Amanda's continued avoidance of Frank's more open advances suspicious to a master manipulator like him. If Jake was a sweetheart, then logically he'd think that Amanda should easily be cast under his spell, and that she should already be naked in his bed.

At least that was what she guessed. Fuck. She didn't know. She was making shit up as she went along. But it was a play, and they decided to go ahead and make it.

But if Jake presented himself as a manipulator himself, a man who had groomed Amanda to be under his thumb, her hesitation would appear natural. She'd appear conflicted, wanting to respond to Frank's manipulations, as it was "ingrained" in her to do so, but fearful to act, as she'd already spent a lot of time under Jake's "control," and thus had been trained to respond to him, and not another.

It was an insurance policy. But still, Amanda knew his presence wouldn't be welcome, and the back-up policy was her blade. She remembered the time when she'd been anxious to stop killing, to stop being the Pig. She'd welcomed the removal of her killer abilities in exchange for her new skills as a survivor. Now she was eternally grateful to possess them again, as they'd help her if she needed to protect Jake later. As they were being used for good, she at least wasn't acting like a crying fucking basket case crippled in the memories and guilt over the time they had been used for evil.

While the possibility of Amanda having to actually let Frank fuck her was (Though more elequently) causing the Entity displeasing thoughts, it had not yet crossed either Amanda, nor Jake's, mind. Since she'd managed to even avoid being kissed by him last time, Jake serving as a third wheel should produce a similar result. At least that's what they thought. He couldn't very well try humping her right next to Jake, but both had separately wondered what Amanda should do if he managed to get her alone. Amanda supposed she'd cross that bridge when she came to it, but hopefully, now that Jake would be there, it wouldn't be a problem.

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As soon as the sun dropped, Amanda crept to the edge of the camp to meet Claudette. She'd been surprised at Jake's presence at first, but had quickly gotten over it. After all, the pair were married, she could understand why he'd want to tag along, even to a killer camp, so he could spend a little time with his wife. Also, Frank gave her the creeps. Maybe he was there to make sure Frank didn't try anything.

The trio met up with Joey, who failed to really register Jake's presence. Amanda was there of course, and Joey remembered Frank's praise as he'd chewed him out. He knew Frank well enough to guess that he had taken an interest in her, and of course he'd said at the end of the date last time that Amanda was required to chaperone when Claudette came back. He'd taken that to mean that Frank wanted time alone with her, as he'd make sure the other girls were sheltered away.

While Frank, when he wasn't screaming at him, seemed to say all the right things, he got the vibe from Amanda's posture that she wasn't looking forward to seeing Frank again. It surprised him, since Frank had really done a lot for him. He'd expected Amanda to take a liking to him immediately. The wedding ring on her finger was fairly obvious, so maybe she was making sure to keep herself at arm's length, since she already had a husband. After all, Frank was a horny guy, he had Julie and...

No. He wouldn't think about her. Frank had told him that Susie was no good for him, and sure enough, One day he came back from a trial and Susie was no longer in his cabin. The next day, she'd broken ties with him. Later Frank said she'd thrown herself at him, and Frank had so much energy that he hadn't been able to control himself.

He didn't blame Frank, He knew Frank had a strong libido and had simply been unable to resist her. Frank had even told him as much. But he also told him that after it was done, that she was planning to reveal to Joey that she'd cheated to turn him against Frank. He refused to be baited though. And Frank had made a valid point, if Susie was going to cheat on him with his friends, she was no good. So Joey decided if she wanted him, he could have him. Eventually, he'd gotten over the hurt of hearing her sexual noises from her cabin.

And now, it didn't matter, because he had found Claudette. She was very sweet, just a touch naive. She seemed to look for the good in everyone. She definitely saw the good in him. He told her about himself and she didn't judge him at all. While all they had done so far was kiss, that was fine with Joey. He didn't want to push her, especially since they were from opposing teams. She kissed him, and before his eyes closed, he'd seen Amanda crossing the border with a guy he'd seen in the trials. After they kissed, he'd been in the middle of a brief conversation with Claudette when suddenly it hit him.

Frank had ripped him a new one, and rightly so, for not asking permission for Amanda to join Claudette. Now Amanda had just crossed the border with ANOTHER guy. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

"Come on, Claudette, we gotta go." He grabbed her hand and pulled her after him.

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Since Frank knew Amanda was coming, he went all out and had changed into a clean hoodie. He'd even showered ahead of her arrival. He'd been so close to fucking her last time that he was sure with a little prodding and manipulation, he was going to be able to seal the deal tonight. He'd ordered Julie and Susie to stay in their cabin, and as soon as Joey departed, he was planning on getting Amanda alone in his own cabin, saying what he needed to say to get her naked, and then enjoy the sweet sensations of her body in his bed before further manipulating her to his side before Joey and Claudette returned.

Frank sat on the log that served as his "throne" by the fire. Joey had left the camp to head for the border. That meant soon Amanda would be here. He smiled in his anticipation.

Unseen and unfelt by everyone, the Entity was watching.

Jake had noticed something different about Amanda after they'd crossed the border into the Legion's realm. It was a vibe that Frank and the others had missed when they'd met her by the fire, and one that Claudette was either tuned out of, or ignoring. He knew it was because he spent a ton of time with her, and knew her body language in an environment that was comfortable. She was quite relaxed around the camp. But since crossing the border, Amanda's muscles had tensed, and her head moved with a highly-tuned alertness as she walked. He glanced at her wrist and saw her familiar retractable blade was strapped to her wrist.

Of course. She had her abilities of the Pig now every time she crossed the border. He remembered her telling him that now. She looked at him and flashed a smile. Decades ago, when she was still beginning to work on herself, it would have slightly worried him. Now, he wasn't bothered by it at all. In fact, it was kind of sexy to think about the fact that if anyone started any trouble, Amanda would be able to simply step in front of him and be ready to kick ass with a mere flick of her wrist. Like Amanda had thought to herself earlier, Jake felt like her abilities made her a sort of sexy superhero. He knew Amanda would stop any threat to him in its tracks. Jake wasn't a sexist, nor did he think it was a weakness to be happy that his wife would kill to protect him at any sign of danger. He'd happily cheer her on as he watched her kick a variety of asses.

Amanda pointed to the fire, and within minutes, she and Jake were in the clear dirt area of the Legion camp's courtyard. Jake saw the young kid with a tattoo on his next sitting on the log and waiting for his wife. Something about him was just off, and his dislike for Frank grew.

Frank's eyes were rooted on Amanda. She was wearing a pair of shorts that were so small they were practically panties. They covered very little of her thighs. Her black tank top was cropped just under her breasts, which lightly bounced as she walked. Frank suspected she might not be wearing a bra. Her dark blue sandals had been replaced by a similar pair of black ones that once again coordinated with her top.

Fuck she was hot. If he'd seen her walking on the streets of Ormond before he'd come here, he'd have stopped in his tracks to try and sweet talk her, no question. If she'd been wearing the ring she was now, that would have made it all the sweeter when he'd finally sealed the deal, because he knew he would have, eventually.

As his eyes roved her body, he suspected that she'd dressed this way just for him. As it happened, he was right. But it had actually been Jake who had suggested she wear the shortest shorts she had in her possession, to more deeply sell the illusion.

Frank finally moved his eyes away from her, and for the first time noticed Jake's presence. Instantly he scowled. FUCK...JOEY. He didn't know Jake by sight, so he didn't immediately figure out that was who it was. But after scanning Jake, he noted a plain gold wedding band on his finger. Was this Amanda's husband? He must be. Why was he here? The stirrings of Frank's erection began to subside.

As he got off his log to fucking introduce himself like the fucking host at Club Med, and approached, he overheard Jake said, "Quaint. Do the broken down cabins remind you of home, dear?" Amanda didn't answer. Jake looked at an expensive-looking watch. Frank guessed it was a Rolex. He wore slacks and a dress shirt and his long black hair was in a ponytail. The white shirt and gray slacks looked like they cost a little bread, not like the kind you got at Wal Mart. He skipped the preamble and said, "Who are you?"

Jake looked down his nose at him but smiled. "Jake Park. Maybe you've heard of my father. Jackson Park?"

Frank stared at him, and didn't like the prick's uppity tone. "Nope."

Jake's smile faltered slightly. "Well I know you know my beautiful wife." Amanda had been standing away from Jake. He took her hand in his and gave her a gentle, but firm tug, pulling her right next to him. "Say hello Amanda."

And dutifully, Amanda did so. But she seemed ultra tense. Frank could guess why. He'd been on top of her, about to kiss her, last time. Now she was back and standing right next to her asshole husband. She must be ready to shit bricks.

The hand tug pissed him off. He knew she was Jake's property, but Frank already considered her his own. Had she been standing apart from Jake to signal him? Separate herself to give him a clue that, like the last time, she was beginning to want him? He wasn't sure. He just remembered she'd said something last time about Jake being controlling and she wasn't kidding. She was looking at the ground, trying, but not succeeding, to hide her nervousness. He guessed that it was because she didn't want Jake to see her looking at him like she had when he'd almost kissed her last time.

"I'm surprised to see you. Did Joey say anything?"

Jake shook his head. "No, I walked right by him as he was kissing Claudette."

Of course he fucking was, Frank thought. Useless son of a bitch. Frank chuckled and said, "He was supposed to be the doorman. I mean, I don't mind guests, but I'd like to have a little notice first. Amanda showed up unannounced last week, though that turned out alright, but now you're here too. I hope she's not going to bring everyone from your camp the next time she comes."

"I invited myself," Jake said.

Of course you fucking did, Frank thought. He chuckled again. "I told Joey the other day, maybe I need to replace him with the doorman who first let us into this place. He's obviously a lot better at the fuckin job."

He turned to the fire, and in tandem, both Jake and Amanda took a step back, because after they'd heard Frank call the Entity a doorman, they both had tensed expecting Frank to just suddenly explode in front of them. They didn't want to get caught in either the blast or Frank's viscera. Nothing happened. How the Entity had kept itself from vaporizing him neither of them would ever know.

"So, I heard you say our cabins were quaint. I guess you got yourself some fancy digs back at the survivor camp, huh?" Frank despised this entitled asshole. It deepened his resolve to steal Amanda from him. That would wipe the smugness off the prick's face.

Jake laughed. "No, we just have a cabin, though it's nicer than these. Still, it's taken some getting used to."

Joey suddenly rushed in, panicked. He looked from Frank to Jake and back again. Frank controlled his temper and said, "I'm just showing around our new guest. After your date, you and I can talk."

Joey's face flashed with fear, but he let Claudette drag him into the darkened trees.

Frank said, "Well, you're here now, have a seat." He stalked back to his log, pissed at the fact that all of his grand plans for this evening were now completely FUBAR with Amanda's uninvited hubby cock blocking him. Jake led her to the spot she's sat in the last time.

"You can sit," Jake told her, and Amanda did so, eyes a little wide, staring at the fire. Jake sat on the ground next to her, pressing his back to the log. Jake leaned past Amanda and let his eyes meet Frank's. "After Claudette's last date, She told me about a really good friend she'd met here last time, and had a long conversation with, so naturally, there was no way I could let her come back here without meeting her new friend. After all, her friends are my friends. She tells me everything."

'I bet they are,' Frank thought. But he felt a wave of satisfaction. Amanda had been trained to tell him everything, but she definitely hadn't told them that while she was here the last time, Frank had been between her legs and only thin layers of clothing had separated his dick from her pussy. She'd kept the secret, which was confirmation to Frank that his efforts to influence her had indeed been working.

" Yeah, she was a lot more talkative the last time she was here," Frank said pointedly. "She said she met you in a trial?"

Jake nodded. "She was wearing a pig mask, and I dunno. She just looked so small. So precious. She was crouching, and before I even knew I was moving I walked over to her in a crouch, and I reached out, and I just...Booped her snoot. And she made the cutest little cry of surprise I'd ever heard, and what can I say? I was smitten."

"So I found out where she lived, it was an old meat packing plant. And somehow, after her cute little reaction...I just decided to pop on over and say hello. I mean, it was a terrible risk, but she didn't hurt me when I booped her snoot, so I felt reassured enough to try it. And I did. And when I got inside, I found her, working on these metal traps. She used to carry them in a trial. Really nasty, once they were on you had to find a key or they'd...Rip your face apart." Jake wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"And she didn't attack you when she saw you?" He looked at Amanda, surprised that after he'd invaded her territory unannounced, she'd let him live. But then again, he'd invaded Frank's territory in the same way, and he could tell Jake was the sort who probably went wherever the fuck he wanted since he felt entitled to it.

Jake shook his head. "In her realm, she was alone. She didn't have other people. I was probably the first person who had ever visited her. So I talked to her. And she opened up. And I could tell she was lonely. Man, was she lonely. She was craving contact with someone. We had a really great visit, And then I went over again, and then again. I knew she was lost. She needed someone to show her the way. Pretty soon, I got her to see things my way. She needed me, needed my affection, but she resisted giving it all up when I suggested she join us here."

Frank was sitting quietly, watching him. Jake was doing his best to lie as effectively as his wife could. He knew what she'd told Frank and he was making sure there were no inconsistencies, and that the story from his perspective would match Amanda's own. He was nowhere near her level, but so far, so good. "So, I knew I had to take aggressive action. I told her visiting her at her plant wasn't enough. If she wasn't going to consider joining me at the survivor camp and being my girl, I was going to have to end what relationship we had and she'd go back to being all alone in her camp. Thankfully, it was the push she needed, and thankfully, she was allowed to switch her role and move to my cabin at the survivor camp."

Frank suddenly found himself respecting the arrogant prick a little more. She hadn't told him how she had made the switch, and now he knew Obviously, she was hot. Jake had noticed that. He'd pegged her as lonely, and even though she killed, she'd obviously also been needy. So he'd slowly built up her need for contact, and when he'd threatened to just completely end it, she'd panicked and given up being a killer. But secretly...She'd kept it all in her. Frank remembered the blade of her knife pressed against his throat, the speed at which she'd moved... It may be suppressed, but it most definitely hadn't evaporated. It was waiting below the surface ready to be released and cultivated. And Frank was going to be the one to do it.

He couldn't wait, imagining Jake's face in the trials as his wife, wearing the mask and hoodie of the Legion, chased him, stabbed him, and sacrificed him. Fuck it was going to mess him up. Since he knew from her last visit that she was becoming attracted to his power, he knew she would soon be his bitch. And when it was Frank Jake faced in the trials, he'd be sure to mention all the ways he was fucking Amanda after he finished making her his.

"After she moved in...Have you ever seen "My Fair Lady?"

Frank waved his hand. He hadn't seen it, but he knew enough about it.

Jake smiled. "Well, it was kind of like I was Henry Higgins and she was Eliza Doolittle. Having so much time to spend alone with her, I was able to make her walk, and talk and dress like a lady."

Franks eyes roved over her body. If Jake's idea of a lady meant one that dressed like a slut for him, then yeah, mission accomplished on the dress like a lady thing.

"I mean, she'd never had a relationship with a guy like me. My god, she grew up in a trailer." Jake shook his head in sorrow. "But when I looked at her, I knew I could shape her, mold her. Turn her into the ideal woman, and look at her now."

He wrapped his arm around her. Amanda just sat there. In fact, it dawned on Frank that she hadn't said anything at all except for hello. Jake was doing all the talking for her, which made sense. He was in control when she was near him. If he wanted her to speak, he prompted her. It was like his finger gestures at the girls. Fuck. He'd given Jake far too little credit. He wasn't anywhere near Frank's league, but like Frank, he knew how to exploit weakness. He'd smelled weakness on Amanda, knew it would give him an in, and pounced.

"Sometimes it was hard to mold her," Jake was saying, "But if it got to be too much, and she started getting angry while I tried to help her be the ideal woman for me I knew she could be, I just would tell her we could always break things off and she could go back to her little plant and be alone if she liked that better, and if she had approval to do so. And as soon as I told her things like that, she put in double the effort to listen and learn what I wanted her to do."

What a clever fucking prick. If Jake didn't have what Frank wanted, he'd almost, ALMOST, consider making Jake a friend.

"And how did you work out the marriage? That ring is way too fancy to be from here."

"Well, one day, we were released, we'd spent all the time we needed to and so we got married in the real world. She was trained so well my parents immediately believed she was from the right social circles in New York. We moved into my suite after the wedding, and, Frank, you should have seen her. She would walk around it wide-eyed. I mean, to me, it was an okay apartment, but she behaved like she was in a palace. The first time she washed her hands in the bathroom, she actually wiped the drips off the handles when she was done." Jake laughed like that was the funniest story in the world.

"So if you were in the real world, how did you get back?"

Jake knew this was the part that was going to get tricky. They'd decided to make it seem like Amanda was the one that had instigated their return.

"Well, living in New York was tough on her. We argued a lot. She had a lot of frustrations. There was just too much going on. Of course I was constantly being invited to parties and social events and naturally I always had to have my beautiful wife on my arm. She got overwhelmed I think. It was easy for her to be my perfect princess with only a handful of people by a fire, but maintaining the decorum I taught her was much more difficult with hundreds of people night after night. I mean, you know what they say, you can take the girl out of the trailer..."

Yeah, but you can't take the trailer out of the girl, Frank thought. He was actually glad she had been trashy. They never got over that baggage, plus, he didn't have it much better, so it allowed him to have an in with her that Jake didn't have.

Jake was saying, "One day, out of the blue, she asked to visit the spot where I first came here. Of course, I remembered the place, so I decided to humor her. I took her there, and of course I told her not to get too close, but she did anyway, and then a fog fell over her and as I grabbed her hand to pull her out of there, but I guess it was too late, and poof, we were right back here. You have no idea how cross I was with her, Frank. She had to do a lot of things to make up for that mistake. Some of them, she still does," Jake rubbed her thigh, "Like the sex multiple times a day every day." He leaned in and kissed her. She didn't hardly react to it at all.

Frank grimaced again. While he was happy to hear Amanda was able to handle multiple poundings a day, he didn't like at all picturing Jake fucking his woman. He didn't deserve her. He'd made her give up her skills, he'd made her give up her identity. She was like a fast car in the hands of an inexperienced driver in Jake. It was time for Jake to pull over and let Frank, the one who knew how to make her motor sing, get behind the wheel. And once he was, he'd happily flip Jake the bird as he left. He was the one that knew how to drive her and make her perform like she was capable of.

Amanda just let Jake and Frank spar. Controlling husband, at least in her mind, meant that he'd do all the talking. One of her dad's favorite movies had been the original "Night of the Living Dead." He'd watched it constantly. Amanda even watched it several times in an effort to make her daddy stop hurting her. As she sat there, barely speaking, she felt quite a bit like the catatonic Barbara from that film, when all the while, she was itching to be Patricia Tallman's version from the much better remake.

Frank looked at her. As he filed away Jake's words, one thing he knew for certain. She'd gotten tired of New York and all the parties and bullshit and she'd for sure had Jake take her to the place where he entered the realm in the hope that the doorman, or Entity, or whatever the fuck it called itself, would let her back in, and by Christ, it had. Fuck Jake must have been PISSED. Giving up all his money and parties to come back to the shitty cabin with his undeniably sexy, but still ex-trailer trash wife. He wondered what else Jake had done to her for doing what, Frank was positive, she had intentionally done.

Had she come back here because she missed being a killer? After all, that blade was on her wrist constantly. It pissed him off that she could pop it out anytime, slash his throat, and get rid of the fucking prick that was sucking up the air at his fire, and wasn't. She also may have come back because it was comfortable and what she knew. Either she wanted the quiet life of the survivor camp, or she wanted to have her powers and capabilities of a killer back. He really hoped it was the second option.

"It's a pretty fire, isn't it, Amanda?" Frank looked at her as she kept her eyes rooted to the flames. "Smaller than yours at the other camp, I'm sure, but the way the flames dance is very beautiful, don't you think?"

The question was asked simply enough, but was actually a first swipe in the sword fight between him and Jake. It included Amanda in the conversation for the first time in forever, and more importantly, it asked her for her own opinion. Frank guessed that Amanda hadn't been able to share her own real opinion in any matter discussed with Jake for quite some time. The question would indicate that it was safe to speak with him, and he cared about what she thought.

It worked. Amanda pulled her eyes away from the flames to look at him and smile. "Fire is always pretty. So many colors, I could watch a fire burn for hours." Her head was turned away from Jake, sitting beside her. Her eyes, lit by the flames, showed hints of longing. The hints he'd felt the last time. It was a clear signal to him, safely given out of Jake's eyesight.

Jake frowned. "But the smoke gets in your eyes. You used to watch the fireplace in our apartment until your eyes teared up and I had to pull you away." He rubbed her shoulder insistently until she turned to face him.

"Oh. of course you're right, honey," Amanda said dutifully. It grated on Frank. He urged her with his mind to flick her wrist, slice his throat, and then he'd fuck her as the blood spurted on them from Jake's neck. But of course, she made no move to do so. Jake's influence over her was strong. It must have taken a lot of her courage to let Frank lay on her the other night. As a plan formed in his mind, He knew that tonight he was going to expect her to find even more.

Amanda was pleased that Jake had immediately swooped in to "correct" her about the fire, and gave Jake the slightest of smiles.

Amanda wasn't looking at him, and Frank didn't like that. He stared at her. Amanda seemed to sense his gaze, and glanced his way. "Sometimes dealing with discomfort is worthwhile when you get a chance to look at something that's truly beautiful." He wasn't talking about the fire, and when he saw the look that came into Amanda's eyes, he was satisfied. She knew he was talking about her.

Frank decided to make his move. To Hell with Jake being here was getting something out of her tonight, come Hell or high water, right under his nose. He was going to find out how far she was into his manipulation of her, and find out how much she was starting to want him. "Amanda, remember how I told you I had a really bad driver's license photo?"

Of course she didn't, because it was all just a ruse to get her temporarily away from the was also probably the lamest excuse he had ever come up with, but what the fuck could he do? Nobody had shit here. At least Frank MIGHT have his wallet. He certainly couldn't say he wanted to show her his CD collection. The guy that ran this place really needed to invest in some entertainment options. Frank liked fucking and killing, and he got to do a ton of it here, but shit, would a T.V and basic cable be too goddamn much to ask for? Or a DVD player and a couple of flicks. Shit, he'd settle for a box TV and a Nintendo 64 at this point.

Thankfully, even though he'd never talked about his license photo, Amanda nodded. And she had to know he was trying to get her alone. She was going along with it. He'd made her want alone time with him. "I found it. I've got it in my cabin. Can I borrow her for a few minutes, Jake? She said last time that she wanted to see it if I could find it."

Even as the words left his mouth, he realized how poor his excuse was. All Jake had to do was tell him to bring it out here and his entire plan was fucked from here to high heaven. But again, what the fuck could he do? The only thing he had in there that he couldn't bring back out was his bed, and he was pretty goddamn sure that if he told Jake he wanted to show her that, the ballgame was over.

Jake was silent for a moment. "I guess so. But don't be too long." Jake flashed an expression that looked both pissed and bored.

Thank you Satan. There was no way God was responsible for Jake not thinking of asking Frank to bring out his wallet. Satan had to have intervened so Frank would have a perfect chance to play a bit with Jake's stupid, sexy wife.

Amanda followed dutifully behind him as Frank led her to the cabin. As soon as the door closed she went into quiet hysterics, babbling as he held her and soothed her, telling him she did not want Jake coming along but he'd adamantly refused to let her leave the survivor camp without him. Frank placated her. She was so tense and fearful at Frank being mad at her that he thought she'd collapse in a ball. She was desperate to let him know that Jake cock blocking him was his idea, not hers. She'd probably been desperate to tell him that since she got here, and as she sat and sat at that fire, it built up to the point that when she had finally been alone with him to tell him, she'd had this babbling emotional eruption.

He held her tightly, enjoying the fact that she was fooled by him enough to let him. She wanted to feel him touch her, she'd been aching for it. The fact that she was seeking comfort from him now gave him the confidence to finish some of what he'd been trying to start last week.

When she'd lifted her head off of his chest and met his eyes, Frank responded by leaning down to her and pressing his lips to hers. It was as tender and sweet as Frank could have made it. After all, he wanted to show her that he wasn't Jake. He could be gentle with her. He wouldn't control her. He was the man she needed. As soon as their lips met, she responded and pressed her head towards him, deepening the kiss. Frank responded by shoving his tongue in her mouth and exploring.

Amanda forced herself to hide her revulsion at kissing this odious fucking piece of shit. Jake knew it was going to happen the minute he'd agreed to let her come in here, but she still hated it. She knew what he was doing and she found the way he acted, and just Frank in general, completely revolting. She forced herself to relax and pretend it was the greatest experience of her life. If awards had been given, she'd have won at least two of them. She let Frank firmly push her to his bed and then give her one more push so she fell on it.

Her heart beat nervously. Surely he wasn't planning to try going all the way...Was he? Fuck, Jake was RIGHT FUCKING OUTSIDE. No, even if she were willing to do that to help keep the game going so they could get him to say what he needed to get his ass out of here, she was definitely NOT willing to do it with Jake basically right outside the fucking door. If that was his plan, then sorry. Game fucking over.

Frank climbed between her legs. He knew he couldn't fuck her, but he settled for shoving his tongue in her mouth again and grinding his crotch into hers as Amanda quickly faked moans of want and desire

Thank God we don't have to eat here, she thought, or I'd throw up whatever was in my stomach right fucking now.

Frank knew they didn't have a lot of time, but in the intensity of the moment, Frank found himself immensely turned on to be between the legs of Jake's wife as Jake sat out by the fire, oblivious. He kept kissing and grinding. His dick got harder and harder. He looked into her eyes. "Grind with me. I know you wanted to make me very happy tonight, and if you grind with me, you still can."

Amanda wanted to grind...His dick into a pulp. Fuck...This asshole was the lowest of the low. But she again forced back the revulsion and moved her hips to grind herself into his crotch. An hour wading in the needle pit would be 10 times better than this.

The lips of her pussy began to hurt from the friction of the jean shorts being scraped against them. This wasn't erotic at all. She was on the verge of stopping when Frank moaned quietly, "Yeah...Keep grinding. Oh you're making me so happy. And when I get you alone I'll make you so happy I promise. Make me happy Amanda. Keep grinding...Don't fucking stop...Please...I need you so much..."

Amanda wasn't turned on at all, but Frank was in ecstasy. He ground into her shorts faster, harder, moaning and groaning. Eventually he was humping her so hard she could finally just lay there and let him do it all himself. The soreness on her pussy lips abated when she stopped grinding with him.

Frank closed his eyes. He knew dry humping could sometimes be enough, but...Fuck...Was this really gonna happen? Without even being inside her? He hadn't held out much hope when he started, he'd just been planning to get some nice tingles and an erection. But now, here he was, fully clothed, in his bed, between her legs, and he was actually close to orgasm. The sensations of rubbing his cock against her was enough in his turned on state to bring him to the edge. Plus, he was 19. He could cum at the drop of a hat, and that had certainly helped his orgasm build and build.

He ground into her as hard and fast as she could as she moaned underneath him. The sensation of her clothed pussy pressed against him and the friction of his dick rubbing on her finally tweaked his cock enough. With a final groan..."FUUUUUUUUUCK..." He came, his cum shooting from his cock in pinched spurts and soaking into his underpants as Jake hollered from outside, "Everything okay in there?"

It took every fiber of her being for Amanda to hide her complete disgust as Frank came down from the high of his orgasm, shuddering and gasping as his dick slowly quit spasming and spurting the cum in his pants and caught his breath. He smiled down at her and Amanda forced herself to smile serenely back. He hollered, "Oh yeah, everything is just fine."

The way he looked at her like a cat that had caught a canary, was almost as bad as the act itself. She could have walked out into the center of the camp and rolled around in the bare dirt and still wouldn't have felt as dirty as she did right now.

He kissed her deeply again, to her complete disgust and horror, before getting off of her and she rose to her feet beside him. At least it had ended quickly and she knew he would now firmly believe she was on his side. Now if he just asked her to join Legion the Entity could get him the fuck out of here.

Frank was grinning from ear to ear. His orgasm had been fucking intense. It wasn't as good as an orgasm from fucking but it was close, and more importantly, she'd let him do it. Even though it had gone inside his pants, and not in her, it was enough. Next time he had her alone, he knew, for sure, she would fuck him.

Frank laid it on thick. "Oh Amanda, you have no idea what that meant to me. You felt so good. I've never cum like that before, without actually having sex. You made me cum because you're so special. You make me feel an intensity like I've never felt before. I've never felt a connection like this with any other woman. You're amazing. I hope you know I see that. I hope you know how much you mean to me."

She forced herself to smile at him. "I'm so happy I pleased you Frank. I wish it could have been more." Christ, Amanda thought. I sound like a fucking Stepford wife.

"You've done more than I could have ever expected 'cause of the situation right now. But you've shown me so much, and I'm so grateful. I'm so glad that you came back to the realm. I know that was what you wanted when you had him take you to the place. If you hadn't come back...I'd never have known what an incredible woman you are. I swear to you, The next time you're here, I'll make you feel like you've made me feel. I'll make you do what I did.

Of course, he wouldn't. If he got her naked and got her in his bed, he'd fuck her till he came, just like he did when he fucked Julie and Susie, and if she got off, great. If not, she could use her fingers like Julie and Susie did after. Besides...Once he revealed his "energy" lie, she'd forget all about the lack of orgasms.

After kissing her one more time, Frank said, "I see you. I see every part of you Amanda. He'll never see you the way I do. I just...After you leave, after he takes you from me...I want you to think about that. I want you to know that after you leave, I'm going to be thinking about you constantly, wanting you, needing you. Promise me you'll think of me too. Promise me you'll think about how we felt together just now."

Amanda touched his face. "I will. I promise."

"Make me another promise...Please?" Amanda looked at him, ready. "Promise me you'll think of how wonderful it would be to feel how we just did all the time. We could, you know...If you found it in yourself to stay here with me. I know I have no right to even ask. I mean, you're married. But...It's the way you make me feel in my heart. I need you, Amanda. I know Jake needs you too, but I want you and need you so much more. God it felt so good to be so close to you. I want to feel you that close all the time. I want to spend every waking minute feeling you close to me. You've made me feel things I've never felt before."

Amanda thought, 'Uh huh.' Aloud, she said, "I will Frank. I promise I'll think of it. You've given me so much to think about, and you've made me feel things I never knew I could feel either."

Frank faked a sincere and grateful smile. But in his mind, he knew his work was almost done. Another couple of visits, and she'd never return to the survivor camp. He almost had her. One he fucked her for real, the rest of it was gravy.

She turned to the door, and as she did, she imagined a loud voice in her head, saying, 'And the Oscar goes to...Amanda Park!'