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Reluctant Rescue

... afraid, but he does what has to be done anyway. That’s what a hero is, and that’s why you’ll always be my hero.” He hugged her close. She saw that there were tears in his eyes and she pulled him down and kissed them away. “Take me home,” he told her. “I’m getting very tired and my back hurts.” She took his arm and when they got to the asphalt, he stopped. “Walk in front of me,” he said. “Why?” she asked. He grinned, “I want to look at your butt.” She giggled and walked away, her hips tilting and her butt on display in an exaggerated runway walk in the tight jeans she was wearing. She giggled the whole way back and when the driver opened the door she helped him in. She turned away and looked back over her shoulder. “You can feel it if you want,” she said. He reached out and squeezed one firm cheek before she pulled away and got in on the other side. She scooted over next to him and he put his arm around her and leaned his head back on the seat. He slept during the drive and woke up when the car stopped. “Where are we?’ he asked. “We’re home, Laban. This is where I live. We’re in Ojai.” “I didn’t know you lived in Ojai. I just assumed it was Sana Barbara.” He looked out the window. “Jesus, Andrea; you live in a mansion.” “Yes,” she said. “I know. Do you think you’ll like living here?” “I don’t plan to live here,” he said. “I just plan to stay a couple of weeks. I guess I would like living here though. I’d worry about getting lost.” “I’ll get you a map,” she said. “All you have ...

... to do is ring the bell and someone will come to your room and take you anywhere you want to go or bring you anything you want.” “I want a beautiful little blonde. Will they bring me one?” She laughed. “I’ll be right next door. You’re staying in the blue room next door to me.” “Where is your dad’s room?” “He sleeps downstairs. We’re upstairs.” “He’s an extraordinarily trusting parent.” “Yes he is. I don’t think this is a matter of trusting us though. I think he approves. I should tell you that he’s probably vetted you. He knows everything about you and he likes what he knows. He’s not snoopy, but he does care.” “Are you very close?” “Yes, I trust him. I don’t tell him everything, but I’ve always felt like I could.” “That’s nice. I envy you.” “What about your parents, Laban? I know they’re dead, but were you close?” “I was close with Mom. I never had a relationship with my father. He was a mean son-of-a-bitch. I didn’t see much of him. Mom had a restraining order on him. He beat her up twice: once while they were married. She divorced him and he came around and beat her up again. She pressed charges and got that order. I met him once for dinner and he started telling me how evil Mom was. I told him I was leaving and if I ever saw him again I was going to punch his face in. I was bigger than him by then and he didn’t mess with me after that. He showed up on draft day when the Cardinals drafted me and I had security throw him out. He died in a wreck. Mom passed away from cancer ...