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Refugee

Chapter Three

Somewhere, somehow,
Somebody must have kicked you around some.
Who knows? Maybe you were kidnapped,
Tied up, taken away, and held for ransom.

It don't really matter to me, baby,
Everybody's had to fight to be free.

-Refugee by Tom Petty

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I entered her house and my eyes were immediately drawn to the brightly colored walls and furniture. Looking around, I noticed that not a single thing in the living room matched, but it was just about impossible not to feel cozy with the warm lighting and artwork on the walls. I looked over in the far right corner where there stood a small china cabinet. It was completely empty, other than a shadow-boxed American flag and a picture of a United States Marine in his late twenties. I quickly shrugged it off, assuming it was a brother or cousin.

"Would you like something to drink, Daryl?" Molly asked me, closing the front door behind her and turning to face me with her arms behind her back, leaning her curvy frame against the door.

"You gotta beer?"

"Miller High Life and Yuengling. That ok?" She made her way to the kitchen and bent over to look into the fridge. I took advantage of the opportunity and peaked my head past the doorway to stare at her ass. Damn.

"Which would you like?" She called out.

I shook my head mentally before answering, "I'll take a Yuengling."

Seconds later, she returned with two beers in her hands. She twisted the cap off my bottle before handing it to me, which I kinda thought was sweet, and then twisted the cap off of her own before returning to the kitchen and tossing them in the trash.

"Hungry?" She called out to me.

Fuck. Not for brownies. "Uh, little bit." I answered dishonestly. Truth is, I'm fuckin' starvin'. I walked into the kitchen and noticed a large vase of dead flowers on her kitchen table before I turned to see her peaking in the oven. The aroma of meatloaf and mashed potatoes permeated through the air and it smell so appetizing that my stomach started growling instantaneously.

She turned around to face me and gathered her hair into a high pony-tail at the back of her head, exposing a leopard print tattoo just below her ear to the middle of her neck. Damn. I ain't never seen a girl with so many tattoos. Well, not around here at least. I've looked in a couple tattoo magazines once or twice…

"How many tattoos you got?" I asked, lightly scratching the scruff on my chin with my index finger.

"Thirteen." She replied, taking a swallow of beer.

"Damn. Did they hurt?"

"A few of them. But I like the pain."

Before my mind was able to wander too far, she asked, "You got any?"

"Mm-mm." I shook my head in mid-sip. "Always wanted one but just ain't never made it happen."

"I have an appointment to get one finished up next week. You should come. Have any idea what you'd want?"

"I was thinking about getting' a snake."

"Yeah?" She asked with excitement. I liked the way her green eyes lit up. "I've got a snake. That's what I'm getting finished up."

"Yeah? Can I see it?"

"Sure." She bent down and began lifting up her dress.

Woah. My heart began to beat slightly faster as she lifted it above her knee, above her thigh, and up to the middle of her waist.

Don't get a boner, don't get a boner.

Hundreds-no, thousands- of thoughts raced back and forth through my mind like tennis balls bouncing back and forth between two walls. I tried desperately to focus on the black and white snake wrapped around her thigh with its diamond-shaped head poking up through the top of her lacy, black panties.

I took a much-needed sip of beer and tried not to choke, my eyes never falling from her sun-kissed skin and tight lower belly. Lord have mercy.

"You like it?" She asked, furrowing her dark brow.

Oh, I fuckin' like it. "Yeah, it's pretty fuckin' awesome."

"Thanks." She smiled, lowering her dress back down before she glanced in the oven again. I exhaled deeply; letting out the breath that I was unaware I had even been holding in and finished the last of my beer.

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I had had another beer or two by the time I sat down at the kitchen table to eat. She placed the meatloaf, along with a bowl of mashed potatoes and green beans, in the center of table before she sat down on the opposite side in front of me. The meatloaf looked tasty, but last night I learned that looks can be deceivin'. At this point though, I was hungry enough to eat my right hand. I cut a small piece of the meatloaf in half and stared at it as if I were casting a magical spell on it. Hesitantly, I bit in.

I was pleasantly surprised as a delicious flavor danced along the tips of my tastebuds. Thank fuckin' god. I was so relieved that I wouldn't have to go through the experience of kindly telling her that it tasted like a camel's asshole. I finished my plate, and had seconds, in less than 10 minutes.

"Good?" Molly asked, as she finished up the last food bites of her own plate.

"Great." I replied. "I might have to unbutton my pants. I feel like I ate the whole cow." I laughed shortly.

She laughed with me for a moment as she finished swallowing her food and began clearing the table. I stood to my feet and carried my dishes to the sink, where she was standing as she began to load the dishwasher.

"Hey, thanks for that. It was really good." I relaxed against the countertop a couple feet away. The alcohol was setting in and loosening me up, as usual.

"I always make enough food to feed a village. I'll send some leftovers with you when you leave."

"You sure?" I asked. I wasn't about to say "no" to a free meal. Especially a tasty one.

"Mhm." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and she loaded up the last dish and flipped the switch to turn the washer on. I watched her hips sway as she took a few steps over to the fridge and pulled out two more beers, handing me one.

"Damn, woman. You trying to get me drunk?" I smiled at her for the first time.

"Maybe. You're more talkative when you drink." She winked back.

More talkative is the least of my problems. I get horny as a damn toad when I drink.

"Nice shirt, by the way. I saw them a couple summer's ago in Indiana." She tapped her fingertips lightly against the collar of my shirt. "Come on, let's pick out a movie."

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We each took a seat on her large, red sectional, about two feet away from each other. I had had six beers at this point and my head was slowly filling with thoughts of sex, sex, and sex. All I could think about at the moment was pulling her dress up, pulling those panties aside, and fuckin' her nice and rough right here on the couch. The thought of it was starting to get me hard. Baseball, baseball, baseball. I tried to distract myself.

I watched her small thumb press the buttons on her PS3 controller, scanning Netflix for something to watch. "Watcha wanna see?" She asked, her big green eyes looking up at me. Your tits bouncing up and down, was the first answer that came to mind, but I ended up saying, "whatever you want" instead. Probably a good call.

"Do you like scary movies?" She asked.

Scary movies means she's giving herself an excuse to cuddle up, I reminded myself of what Merle taught me when I was only seventeen. And he was right every time. A scary movie almost always meant that I was gonna get laid.

Of course, I ended up saying "yes". She fingered through the selection for a little while until we came upon a horror movie with the title Lovely Molly. It didn't have the best reviews, but we got a kick out of the coincidence and picked it anyway.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as she stretched out next to me on the sectional, fluffing an accent pillow underneath her head before she finally got comfortable. I tilted my head back just an inch until I was able to get a good look at the cleavage that was peaking ever so slightly out of the top of her dress.

After staring until I was completely satisfied with myself, I glanced at the thick abundance of dark red hair that flowed all the way to the middle of her back. I wondered if her hair felt as soft as it looked. I wondered what it would look like after a wild night in bed. Hopefully later I would get the chance to find out. I hadn't had sex in months, and the alcohol was the quickest way to wear my ass down.

However, that never happened because the next thing I knew it was morning.