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New Fiction: The Saint
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New Fiction: The Saint My wife has never asked me about any of my Facebook friends. Most of them aren't very interesting. They're just relatives, people I went to school with and past and present coworkers. Mary is different. I'm not sure what I'd say if my wife asked me about Mary. I'm not sure what would upset my wife more, the truth about how I know Mary or the fact that on two occasions I've sent Mary an envelope full of money. My wife doesn't know about the money, but she does know about the accident. What she doesn't know about the accident is how I survived. She doesn't know about Mary's uncle. Mary had never asked me for money. Actually, she refused to accept it when I offered to help her out. The only way I could get her to take it was by mailing cash. If she didn't use the money, we would both be out. I never sent her much. It was only $100 each time. I mailed her an envelope of twenties when her boyfriend was out of work and her car needed to be fixed. I also mailed her money when the water line broke in her house and they needed a plumber. I'm sure Mary still has problems occasionally, but she doesn't post them on Facebook anymore. She only posts happy things now. I see trips to the park with her husband and and then selfies and tag pictures with friends. I wish I could see her again, but I really don't have the chance. I see her often in pictures with guy friends. I often wonder how many are just friends. Mary did tell me once when we first started messaging that she wanted to be a slut. I've always considered slut too be too negative of a word, but it was the one that she liked. It was March two years ago that I first went to see Mary. My wife was taking the for a spring break trip to visit her parents in Chicago. It was snowing in Wichita the night before they left so I was terrified that their flights would be cancelled. I was more concerned that I would miss my trip then they theirs. They left in the morning and late that afternoon I was driving 90 minutes north to Salina, Kansas. I met Mary in the Subway restaurant. I got there a few minutes early and waited. As each customer entered the store, I kept wondering if it was her. Most of them I hoped were not Mary. Then I saw the gray mini-van pull up. Out stepped a young dark haired woman in a long beige coat and jeans. She was much slimmer and fitter than the other women in the store, so I desperately hoped she was Mary. When she opened the door she looked right at me and smiled. "Hi, you must be Mary," I said nervously. "That's me," she replied. "You must be John." "Did you want anything?" I asked as I got in line to order a sandwich. "No, I'm good. I just had supper." "How long have you lived in Salina?" I asked as we sat down at a far table away from any potential eavesdroppers. "I've been back for about eight years now," replied Mary as she took off her coat revealing a tight red sweater. "I left when I was sixteen." "That was pretty young," I said. "I travelled with an uncle who drove a truck. He took care of me. When he wasn't around, I travelled with friends of his. Everybody knew my uncle. Eventually, I settled down in Texas and got married." Mary's phone buzzed and she answered it. "Hello...I"m still here...he's eating...no...when he's done eating." "Is that your husband?" I asked after Mary had hung up. "Yes...I mean no, he's the guy I'm living with, but we're not married. I'm actually still legally married to my husband in Texas." "I guess you never bothered to get divorced?" "I haven't spoken or heard from him in eight years ever since I've left Texas. I didn't exactly leave in the best circumstances." "Oh, do tell." "My uncle pretty much rescued me from a hotel room. My husband always knew I liked other guys. It used to turn him on to watch. He liked to pick up guys for me when we were at the bars. Eventually he would just bring guys home. They weren't always the guys that I wanted though. I found out that he was selling me. One night he came home pretty drunk. He didn't have anybody with him. Instead he made me get dressed and took me to a motel. There were three men waiting for me. I didn't know what to do so I went into the bathroom and just waited. I heard a noise and when I looked out the window, there was my uncle's red Peterbuilt racing up the alley. The engine was roaring and thick black diesel smoke was pouring out of the stacks. I heard a big crash and the whole building shook. When I left the bathroom my uncle's truck had crashed right into the room. The men and my husband were pinned between the beds and the wall. I climbed over the debris and got into the cab. We stopped at home and picked up my stuff and he drove me back to Kansas." "Wow that's amazing. Does he crash his truck into a lot of things?" "He also crashed into my step-father's trailer." "When did that happen?" "It happened when I left Kansas. My step-dad was always a drunken asshole. He was always pushing my mom around and spanking me with his belt. I used to stay over at friends' houses Friday nights when my mom was at work and I knew that he would be home drinking. I'd go home around ten o'clock when I knew he would be passed out asleep. One night when I got home he woke up. He wanted to know where I had been. He chased me into my bedroom, but that night he took off more than just his belt. The trailer suddenly shook as it was knocked of it's foundations. I ran outside and saw my uncle's big red Peterbuilt. He had crashed into my step-dad's car so hard that it had been driven right underneath the trailer." "That is quite a story," I said as I finished my sandwich and wrapped up the paper. "We'd better get going," said Mary. "Mark gets a bit worried when I'm out meeting a new guy. Did you want to follow me?" "Sure." I followed Mary's gray minivan to her their small house near downtown Salina. On the way we drove past a hotel. There was a large cube van parked in front. The cab would have been too high to fit underneath the eaves. I realized then that Mary's motel story was crazy. The snow was falling much heavier. I considered turning around and driving back to Wichita. Instead I kept following the minivan. "Hi you must be John," said Mary's boyfriend when we walked through the door. "I'm Mark." As we shook hands I turned to look at the TV. Mark had been watching the weather and it looked awful. "How was the drive up?" asked Mark as Mary and I hung up our coats. "Not too bad. I have pretty good tires." "I think it's been getting worse and it's going to get even worse. They might be even closing the interstate later tonight." "You'll have to excuse Mark," said Mary. "He tends to be a bit protective." "I don't mind her playing as long as she comes home to play." "Are you ready?" asked Mary after Mark excused himself to finish the dishes. She led me by the hand down the hall to the bedroom. "You'll have to excuse the mess," said Mary as she bent over to pick up a pile of clothes from the king sized bed. "That's okay," I said as I stepped in close behind her. As she stood up I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her close to me. I pushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her ear. I then ran my hands under the red sweater an squeezed her breasts through her bra. "Here, let me get the door," said Mary as she pulled away from me. Mary closed the door than stepped back towards me and give me a long lingering kiss. I tasted a hint of cigarette smoke as my tongue darted briefly into her mouth. I felt her tongue dance around me teeth as she pulled my face into hers for a deep kiss. I put my hands on her thighs and dragged them up over her buttocks to her waist. I tried to absorb and enjoy each sensation as I caressed her ass through her jeans. "I love to kiss," said Mary as she pulled away again and quickly undressed. She had been wearing a sexy black bra and panties underneath her jeans and sweater. I felt momentarily disappointed that I was not able to enjoy slowly undressing her. Mary laid down naked on the bed and motioned for me to join her. I quickly stripped and piled my clothes neatly beside the bed and placed a condom on the nightstand. I laid down beside Mary and we wrapped each other in our arms and kissed. I rolled over until I was on top of her and then slowly worked my lips down from her lips to her neck, breasts and abdomen until I finally reached her thighs. Mary spread her legs and I plunged hungrily in finding her clitoris with my tongue. Mary soon closed her legs again and had me lay down. I was already fairly hard and became even more erect as soon as Mary went down on me. With her hands around the base of my penis, Mary slowly slid her tongue up the length of my shaft before enveloping me with her lips. "Let's get started," I said as I felt myself getting close to orgasm. Mary grabbed the condom from the nightstand and opened it up. "I think you need to turn it around," I said as Mary attempted to put the condom on backwards. "Shit, I always do that," said Mary as she unrolled the condom down my length. She quickly shuffled up the bed and lowered herself on top of me. Gripping my penis with one hand she guided me inside of her. She started out slowly and shallow at first, but then started to move harder, faster and deeper. I began moving with her rhythm pulling her hips hard with each thrust. She abruptly flung herself forward<b> whipping </font></b>me with her long dark hair. She kissed my nipples and squeezed my firm pectorals. When she sat up again, I put my hands on her small firm breasts as I closed my eyes tightly and thought of distracting thoughts. "Can I get on top?" I asked as I felt myself flying uncontrollable towards orgasm. "What?" asked Mary breathlessly. "Missionary," I gasped as I lifted Mary off of me. We traded places and I immediately plunged myself deeply into her. I started out fast and shallow greatfull for all the stamina that running had given me. When I felt myself approaching orgasm again, I propped myself up on my hands and began thrusting deeper and slower. Mary soon seemed bored, so suggested doggie. I started out fast behind her, then slowed down and deepened my thrusts. Mary lowered herself down and reached between her legs and gave my testis a gentle squeeze. "Do you like reverse cowgirl?" I asked as I slowed down and withdrew. "No, but I would like to get back on top." "Okay," I said. I laid down again and Mary climbed on top of me. She seemed a bit out of breath as began thrusting. I pushed back with each thrust driving myself deep into her. She began to gasp out with each move. I clamped my eyes shut and thought of all the gay men I met in college. When my mind drifted over to thier liberal female friends, I thought of skin disorders and then the planet Uranus. My eyes suddenly sprang open and my hips shot up in a wild orgasmic convulsion. My thrusts slowed down and eventually stopped as Mary became still too. "Did you cum too?" I asked as we lay there sweaty on each other and in each other catching our breath. "Yes, once." We got cleaned up and Mary quickly dressed. I was hoping to lay in bed some more and enjoy each other's bodies, but Mary seemed in a hurry to get dressed. I got dressed too and followed Mary out of the bedroom. "They shut down the interstate," said Mark. "That sucks," I said. "I'd better get going before the rest of the highways are closed too." "You could stay here," suggested Mark. Remembering that my wife was going to be phoning the house later that night, I politely declined. I said goodbye to Mary and Mark and headed back to Wichita. The snow was dry and the driving was good. I hit an icy patch crossing a bridge and the car started to slide. I managed to keep it away from the guard rail, but it still went off the road at a steep part of the ditch and roll over. It seemed to stop moving before it plunged upside down into a ravine. The roof buckled and I smashed my head. I awoke to the sound of tearing metal. Blood was in my eyes and I was shivering uncontrollably. "Come on, you'd better get out of there," said the man. He helped me out of my car and up the hill to the big diesel truck idling on the snow covered highway. I could barely see to the end of the long red hood the snow was coming down so fast. "Is this a Peterbuilt?" I asked as I looked across the chrome gauges on the wooden dash. "Yup," said the driver. "You must be Mary's uncle." "Yup. I'm the patron fucking saint of all travelers. Any friend of Mary's is a friend of mine." The truck came to a sudden stop. I opened my eyes and saw bright lights through the blood on my face. I crawled out of the truck and staggered through the snow to the lights. A glass door slid open for me. "I'll need your insurance card," said the nurse right before I collapsed. An ambulance attendant went to look for the truck, but couldn't even find the tracks. I told Mary about the accident and asked about her uncle, but she didn't say much other than he was on the road a lot. I went to see her again a couple times after that, but we never spoke of the accident or her uncle. Mary forwarded me an article on Facebook today. Witnesses in Virginia saw a tractor trailer force an RV off the interstate and into the ditch. All the truck driver said before driving off in a cloud of angry black diesel smoke was that he had a niece. As they approached the RV, two men fled on foot. Inside they found a teenage girl bound and gagged. |
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