Okay, I thought I owed you readers for the last update I had. To me it didn't seem long enough and I thought I'd make things a little more enjoyable in this chapter for you guys. Enjoy. ;)

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"I couldn't take it," she started. "Matt wasn't doing anything but making me feel like shit and would get drunk then beat me like…"

She trailed off when she looked into my eyes and I knew there was going to be another thing she wouldn't tell me.

"Like what?"

"There are so many things I have to be honest about and…I'm worried it'll be to much. I just don't want to scare you off."

"Honey, I think that would be impossible. You're amazing. I little more time with Lindsey and I think she'll be begging you to stay over night each time you open the front door to leave."

She smiled and I saw her gap teeth. I loved it about her because it kept more than her personality unique.

"Thanks." She sighed and closed her eyes for several seconds then opened them and looked ready to continue. "You were right to worry. Some nights I would stay up late because I didn't want him catching me off guard and some nights it was because he had just finished pounding me like raw meat."

I grimaced and wanted to return the not-so-favor-like-favor to her scum brother.

"He would keep me locked up in his place so I couldn't get to work some nights and when I was in the clear I had huge bruises to cover up. So, I thought if people thought I had some kind of social life at that point, no one would ask…or care. I really didn't the attention. I've always gotten too much of it since I was a kid."

"Wait, what's that supposed to mean? Does that have anything to do with the things you have to be honest about?" Now I was dying to hear what appeared to be the worst part in her story. Childhood is a precious thing and with her brother being such a jerk, I figured he had to get it somewhere.

"Um, yeah, but I think we should hold off on that conversation. Maybe we could take it one step at a time. Plus, with all my history I'm thinking you won't want me to hang around Lindsey anymore. I'm what some people would see as a liability."

As if this whole thing didn't suck already, she now had me concerned about her well-being, and what's more, my daughter's safety.

"What exactly does that mean? I don't think you're violent. You certainly aren't with me."

"No, but a person's past deeply effects them and I think mine might bring harm to her. I really wouldn't mean anything I might do…but I'm not sure I can handle the fact I could bring pain to the two of you. …You know, now that I'm starting to think about it, it's probably best I just leave."

"What? No, you can't come all the way out to Vegas and just give up now that I've got you talking. Come on, Sara, don't be so rash."

She only nodded and gulped before her shaky hands shook her into continuation of her life story.

"Okay, let me start by saying my childhood is something of a nightmare. My mother used to be his favorite punching bag until she didn't give enough fight. She stopped caring about things long before my father started zeroing in on innocent little me. He tried a bunch of different techniques to hurt me and intimately he was a huge success. He didn't make anything easy or even try to lessen the hurt of the first time."

I frowned and felt sorrow and fury rush through my veins as I clung to her. I wanted her to feel all of me was there listening and prepared to the take on the world with her and only her by my side.

"Oh, sweetie. I wish I could've been there to save you then. I hate this! Fuckers like him get away with shit like that all the time and what's left are broken hearted children robbed of their innocence, the most precious thing for kids." I squeezed her and kissed her forehead. I thought to show her better than a simple peck and lowered my head to her neck, kissed the nape. I had my eyes closed, but I could feel her softening and fluttering her lids shut at the sense of my lips on her bare skin.

"You'll take good care of me, right," she breathlessly asked though we both knew the answer.

"You bet'cha," I said before resting my lips against hers. She emitted a soft, somewhat high-pitched moan and I recognized the sense of her eyebrows sharply lifting.

"Then I think…we've had our talk. Now we can focus…on what's really important."

"Mm," I moaned into another kiss and lowered my head again. This time I hovered my lips over one of her breasts as I pulled down her top to expose the caged beauty. I shallowly kissed her twice then answered her unmentioned question, "Sex."

I kissed along the outline of her bra cup and reached around back to remove her shirt. Then I unclasped her bra and freed her chest from captivity. I grunted when I saw the two hills of bliss and chastely kissed one of her nipples. I felt both bolt straight up with arousal and it made me grin.

"God I hope it's sex," she unconsciously confessed.

I chuckled with a low tone I rarely got to use and gave the other nipple a swift and shallow single upward lick. She groaned and I knew I was back in business. I ran my palms flat against her exposed stomach as I went back to kissing her on the lips, and dropped them lower as her body arched in to my touch. My hands, on their own accord of course, slipped inside her pants and what's more her black lace panties. Someone had been expecting a little action.

"Mm, wait," she broke our latest kiss. "Let me get your gift out of the trunk."

"Screw the gift…it can wait," I rushed to get back to my plan.

"No, I think it's the perfect time now. Trust me, you'll like it." And then, without room for further comment, she jolted out to her car after swiping her keys from the counter. I was thinking of anything to get me back in the mood while I waited and remembered I had a gift to give her as well.

Damn, I thought. Now I'm going to have to wait even longer to get back into those tight pants of hers. But God do I love a challenge…and boy do I love her pants. Heh Heh.

She re-entered the house as fast as she had exited, maybe even faster, and held a shoebox in her hand. Of course, you couldn't tell it was a shoebox with all the pretty, dark red wrapping that had thick permanent marker stretched all across it, reading: I LOVE YOU. The size tipped me off, though, so I went with shoebox.

I smiled and laughed at the words as they were in all caps and gave me an image of Sara shouting the message at me from the other side of the box like a crazy chick. Even if she did do such a thing, though, she was my crazy chick and at the end of the day, I was the one to get freaky with her…and all the other stuff.

I peeled the wrapping off and cut through the tape on the sides with my nails. I popped open the box and my eyes grew wide with excitement and shock. My girlfriend had to be an extremely kind and kinky woman. In the box there was a lime green strap-on. Yeah, my girlfriend was officially the shit.

"I love it," I rasped out as I grabbed the reins and pulled the device out of its holding cell. "And I love you."

My lips assaulted hers and I dropped the box. We separated and she had the sexiest grin on her face as she lifted her right hand from behind her back. Two chrome circles glimmered in the light and I gasped, then got a hold of myself and matched her grin.

"I didn't know how bad you would want it…so I thought I might as well buy them as well," she had a hint of laughter to her statement. I shook my head with a large smile and thanked her by gnashing our teeth with passion from the next kiss and shoved my tongue as far down her throat I could get without her completely swallowing it.

My lips were tingling when we broke apart and I used quick fingers to undo the button to my jeans and pulled them to my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked the pair aside. Sara followed my example by discarding my shirt as it was irrelevant to the act we were about to commit. I bit my bottom lip as I took in the sight of Sara standing there in only her jeans. Her body at that moment was intensely intoxicating and I realized in a second I was high off of Sara 'my girlfriend who is the shit' Sidle.

"Baby, no fantasy could ever compare to having all of you like I do now," I smiled and practically ripped her pants from her milk-smooth flesh. I hooked my fingers on either side of her dainty panties and pulled them down south. She moaned and I smelled her arousal. I gripped the backs of her thighs and leaned forward to kiss up the insides until I was mere inches from her core.

When I pulled my mouth away from where she apparently wanted me, I detected obvious frustration in her groan. She had had her hands pressed down on my shoulders to keep me low, but I wanted to give it to her the way her gift suggested. Later I would satisfy the most recent thoughts of hers for our rolling around.

My lips met hers for the umpteenth time that night and she gave a sigh that meant she was giving in to my decision. She slipped off both my panties and bra and flung them elsewhere in the living room. We were going to have to clean up all the disheveled clothes before Lindsey got back; that was for sure. I backed myself up the stairs and lead Sara into my bedroom as she worked at putting her gift to good use around my hips. Every step I took up the stairs was an opportunity that she took closer toward the top of the staircase, closer to our destination.

Once in my domain, sometime to become our domain, I was strapped up and willing to penetrate. She was naked and in the position in front of me so that if I laid myself out on the bed, she would be on top. I grinned at the thought and Sara looked me over and then shared my grin. I supposed she had the same thought as I did.

I bent backward and on to the bed, my pseudo package awaiting my amazing lover. She bit her bottom lip to keep her grin that turned me on without a single moment of doubt from growing too wide that she laughed. She crawled over top of me on all fours and set herself to fully mount me. Within a few seconds she lowered herself onto me as the strap-on slicked into her.

"Oh…God, yes," she whimpered with normal volume. I gasped at the sight before me and slammed my eyes shut with a wide mouth. Then I remembered if I kept my sights on the insides of my eyelids, I would miss all the heavenly scenery. I shocked my eyes open again and watched, as well as felt, Sara plunge down on to the lovely device. Her pace was slow and it set the perfect rhythm as the end of the dildo pushed into me with the pressure she caused against it.

I thought it best for me to take charge with what I was wearing and let my hands roam, at first feather-like, down her back from the end of her ribs. As my fingertips approached her backside, my touch became harder and I began to dig my nails into that round, taut ass of hers. After I had some control, I took my chance and flipped her onto her back and let her relax. I chose a rhythm a smidgen faster than the one she had previously set.

As the we screamed, gasped, bit our bottom lips until they split and bled, schools of beads of sweat coating our naked bodies, our thighs felt like jelly, and our hair could officially be considered "sex hair" what with the tangles and the fact it stuck to our faces, I felt completely exonerated. She brought out this side of me I never would have known was there. She and I had had sex before, but this time was different. We broke down walls and barriers that time and distance had created. She shared intimate facts about her past with me that required a shit load of trust and I explained my situation with Eddie. We had reached a level of understanding and she had been in my bed. Finally!

We would have gone to sleep, but we had things to hide away that were displayed throughout the living room and possibly the kitchen. God, did I love getting some and Sara was no stranger to our physical demonstration of our desire, need, appreciation, and all on top of our love.

"Maybe you could go grab our clothes while I take a second to catch my breath. And my lips feel like stone," Sara tried to weasel her way out of the aftermath of better-than-great sex.

"Oh no you don't," I started to inform her. "There's no way in hell I'm going to let you off the hook. I'm only going down there for my things. You have to take care of your own belongings."

"Yeah, okay…mom."

I smiled and she slouched out of bed. She looked weak and drained, but then again, that's exactly how I felt. I didn't have a mirror handy so if I looked like her, I had no idea yet.

"By the way, you look exhausted…but then there's this glow about you. Ha," she laughed at her effect on me. "And I love the look, but your appearance wouldn't be attractive to anyone on the street."

"Thanks, honey. I love you too," I said with heavy sarcasm. All she did was laugh.

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