Eric or Erica? Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Eric or Erica? Pt. 07

... focused as he was."

I was lying in bed with Teddy. He had spent the weekend with me; we were enjoying each other's company, spooning after yet another marathon afternoon of sex. "I don't know if I should tell you this, but I feel I owe it to you. I asked Mr. Z for guidance, but he said it had to be my call to make." Then he went silent.

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. "And?"

He kept opening his mouth to speak but no words would come out.

"Teddy! You can't do this to me! You tell me you have to tell me something but then you won't tell me! Write it down if you have to but I want to know what the hell is going on!"

He held both my hands, looked directly into my eyes and blurted out, "Russell has escaped from the mental health institution."

I went pale. "How long ago?"

"A little under two weeks."

My eyes widened. It had been a little under two weeks since I had last seen Daniel. He couldn't, he wouldn't. As frightened of Russell as I had been, as angry at him as I had been, I only wanted him to get some help.

"He had been doing everything they asked of him. He had been the model patient. There wasn't an inkling of him not embracing his therapy and the moment they relaxed their guard, he was gone. They're still not exactly sure how he escaped, even after reviewing all their security video. The only thing they know is that he's gone."

I bit my lower lip. I was afraid for myself; I was afraid for Russell. Tina told me what Dan had said to ...

... Russell just before they wheeled my gurney to the infirmary. After seeing how all the other security personnel deferred to Dan and treated him with the utmost respect, I had no doubt Russell was in mortal danger.

Three days later on one of my days off, I ran into Dan in the cafeteria. "Can we have lunch together?" I asked him.

He smiled and said, "I'd enjoy that."

We got our meals and sat down. "I haven't seen you in a while. Mr. Z said you were taking a personal leave of absence."

His expression went blank. "Yes. There was some old personal business I had to wrap up. I've taken care of it. It's finished so I'm back."

I looked him directly in the eyes, my lips pursed. "This personal business wouldn't have anything to do with Russell escaping from the mental health institution, would it?"

His eyes bored into mine. "This is the one and only time I will ever discuss this with you. I will answer as much as I can; I'm sure I will not tell you everything. But we will never talk about this subject again, do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Did your leave have anything to do with the fact that Russell had escaped?"

"It had everything to do with it."

"And....?" I left the question open-ended.

"And it took me a little while to find him. Actually, a little longer than I would have expected. But I did find him."

"And....?"

"And you will never have to worry about him hurting you again."

I gasped. A lone tear trickled down my cheek.

Dan reached over ...