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Part Three ::: Bo Meets Gina
Bo rushed outside, looking for Billie in the foggy darkness. It was only moments before he located her, huddled near the cover of a small, leafy bush located at the mouth of the alley leaving the tavern.
"Billie!" he called out, approaching her in the mist.
"Don't come any closer, Bo," she said in a heaving sob. "I'm bad news! You don't even wanna get mixed up with me!"
He paid no attention to her protests. Despite her words, he joined her under the shadow of the tangled branches. The yellow flame of the street light showed silvery streaks of tears which flowed unchecked down Billie's cheeks.
"Don't run from me, Billie," Bo spoke. "When I held you just now, I felt something powerful. Something I never want to stop feeling."
She looked at him, her expression stormy with grief. "You don't know me. You don't know the horrible things I've done... the awful things I have seen..."
"Bo, we can't talk here," Billie said, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "Why don't you come with me to my apartment? I'd like to talk to you... but my dad would kill me if he saw me..."
"Okay, Billie. Let's go," he agreed, placing an arm around her slender waist.
Billie's apartment was dinky, but neat. The furnishings were old, the carpet thread-bare, yet she kept it clean and cozy. Bo sat down on the ancient couch as Billie went to pour him a paper cup of soda from the ice-box. She handed him the cup of chilled rootbeer and then took a seat next to him.
She let out a long, deep sigh, her hand coming up to run fingers anxiously through her short, dark hair. Bo gazed into her liquid-hazel eyes, seeing a blend of great sorrow and something else that gave the impression of loneliness.
"Who has hurt you, Billie?" he asked with sincere concern.
"It isn't easy to talk about."
"I care," he assured. "I want to listen."
"I-I don't know where to start," she said in a broken voice.
"Okay. Tell me about your father. Why are you so afraid of him?"
"He... he forced me to... to star in movies-x-rated ones for money. I-I didn't...didn't... want to do it!" she cried out, hoping Bo would believe her words. "But I was so young. Only thirteen when he forced me to have sex with...his drug-taking friends. He is a cruel, evil man. He beats me..."
"Ohhh God, Billie. I'm so sorry. Your father should be shot for treating you like that!"
"I don't know what to do, Bo. He won't leave me alone!" she explained, her eyes wild with crushing pain.
"I won't let him hurt you," Bo promised, caressing Billie's cheek. "You're safe here with me."
Suddenly Billie let out a tiny scream when the door burst open with a loud crash, admitting an impatient intruder.
Bo looked up to see a tall, attractive woman with long dark hair who wore a snug uniform similar to that of Billie's and a pair of fishnet stockings which clung to her slim, sleek legs. His eyes were rivetted to her firm, generous breasts and the red sexy high-heel shoes which rested on her lovely feet. Bo felt his mouth go dry and his loins grow hot.
"Billie, aren't you going to introduce me to your-er-friend?" Bo managed to ask.
"This is my roommate Gina Noname," said Billie. "Gina, meet Bo Brady."
"Hi," Gina said, her voice dark and sexy, like her eyes.
Gina and Bo kept staring at one another hotly, turning the air in the room into a thick, feverish steam. Gina's heart pounded fast, amazed by the penetration of Bo's eyes which were ever so intense. She felt a slick wetness forming between her thighs. It surprised her immensely, since it had been nearly a year ago since a man had affected her so quickly. It seemed Bo felt a similar attraction as he was staring at her as if he had known her all his days, and as though he had known and touched her intimately.
"Hi, beautiful," Bo replied, hardly able to push the words past his tongue as it seemed to tingle from his horny thoughts.
Billie looked sharply at Bo then, feeling an instant, intense jealously since it was so obvious this guy she had romantic desire for was obviously having lustful feelings for her very best friend. "Ohhh, sorry, Billie," Bo said then, seeing the hurt look in her eyes. "It's just that Gina here reminds me so much of my first wife, Hope."
"You were married?" Billie asked in surprise.
"Yeah, a long time ago. But she died."
"We're sorry to hear that, Bo," Gina spoke, coming closer, looking like a seductive, exotic dancer in the rhythm of her walk.
Bo sucked in his breath as she neared him. Something about this woman brought out uncaged, wild animal in him, making him want to take her off somewhere and fuck her savagely. Only one other woman had moved him to such heightened lust before and that had been his beloved bride, Hope Williams Brady.
"What are you doing here, Gina?" Billie demanded, breaking both Gina and Bo out of their erotic trances.
"Ohhh I came from the 'Heart. Your dad's really enraged, Billie. He sent me out to look for you. He wants you back there right away. He said you better 'get your tail' back on the job or he's gonna find you and 'kick' it back where it belongs."
Billie gasped, looking at Bo in horror. "Ohhh God. I can't go back there alone. Please, will you go with me, Bo."
"Sure, I'll come," Bo agreed. "How about you, Gina? You wanna come, too?"
Gina swallowed hard. She did not miss the connotation in Bo's words. "I'm always ready to... to come," Gina replied, giving Bo a secret look of wild longing. She hoped that somehow, someway she could get this guy alone!
"Let's go," Billie said as Bo and Gina followed her out the door.