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Carly's Story

... worries," I said.

We hung up the phone.

Carly got up from my lap, and walking over to the kitchen, she leaned and put her hand on the bar. Looking at her, I was surprised to see not fear, but determination, even anger, in her eyes.

"That motherfucker!" She yelled at no one in particular. It was the first time I'd heard her curse, and I completely understood. "Who the hell does he think he is?" She said.

"I'm not sure, Carly. But we know that he's a piece of shit," I said. "He's out for now, that's true. But when he's convicted he's going to go away for a while."

"Do you think they'll make me testify at the trial?" She asked.

"I'm not really sure... Beth seems to think that it's going to be open and shut, and they have the complete video, plus what he said about you in interrogation. They may not need you to testify. Do you want to?"

"Part of me does, and part of me doesn't. I don't ever want to look at him again. But if I have to so he'll get what he deserves, I'm going to damn sure try." She said.

I stood there, seeing Carly in a new light. Through her anger, she was starting to find strength. Even with her upset, she was beautiful.

"You know what, Jason? I'm not even afraid of him. Just pissed... ugh, fuck him. I can't wait to see him in prison."

"You will, and soon," I said.

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The next three days went by in much the same fashion. I would fall asleep on the couch, only to be joined in the middle of the night by ...

... Carly and her warm body, sleeping peacefully on my chest. And every morning, we would wake up, my morning wood still raging as hard as it was on day one, her smiling at me as she felt it pressing against her. We hadn't had any more serious conversations, but we had progressed more in our make out sessions, usually ending up with her straddling my lap, my hard on pressing up against her ass, and sometimes grinding a little on it.

To ease my sexual urges, I took to jerking off every time I took a shower. It helped me not to rush things with Carly, as I knew she would progress on her own time. I also called the hospital and took off another week. One of the advantages of being a bachelor with a good career was that I had plenty of money stacked back, and enough vacation time that I could burn what I wanted without consequence.

"I need a change of scenery," Carly said one afternoon. We had taken short trips out of her apartment, just walks around the neighborhood and another trip to my apartment to get more clothes, but other than that, we'd pretty much stayed shut in at her place.

"Want to go to dinner tonight?" I asked her.

"It depends," Carly said with a smile. "You asking me out on a date?"

"Hmm..." I said, playing with her. "Carly, I think you're a total babe, would you please, pretty please, go out on a date with me?"

"Nah," she said, before laughing and flinging her arms around my neck. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. "I'd love to go on a date with ...