Watch "Ey Wade's~ The Fishing Trip
The sting of the soap on the wounds brought
Last night was a nightmare she never wanted to relive. It was the closest she ever came to being raped when dealing with one of the pedophiles. The guy had been a huge, cruel and insensitive man and she didn’t think twice about giving a sigh of relief when his body disappeared in the whirlpool of Clear Lake’s waters. Never before had she had the need to fight off a child rapist like him. Most of the other creeps tried to use a gentle cajoling method to seduce her, believing her to be a child of 15 or 16, but this guy had been a real slum bucket. From the time she and Durham met him at the assigned place the creep was all over her. The arranged plan was for Durham to pretend to be her boyfriend and arranger of the meeting. They wove some story about needing money for an emergency road trip or something. They were to get the guy in the car and to the woods as quick as possible, but from the start it went awry. Standing in the middle of the small alley settling the arrangements, the guy grabbed onto her hand and refused to let it go, no matter how she tried to get it away. Durham, the extent of his anger growing more apparent from the glint in his eyes and his rigid posture was getting angrier and angrier as each moment passed. Before the monies were handed over she had pretended a feeble attempt at changing her mind and tried to walk away. All a part of the ‘act’ and the guy went a little ballistic and slammed her back against the wall of the building.
Her head smacked the bricks so hard it caused tears of pain to her run down her cheeks. For a moment she thought she would pass out. Just as she lifted her knee to give a good crotch jab, Durham hit the guy with a kidney punch and she was released.
Nursing the pain in his side the freak leaned against the wall and measured Durham’s potential in a fight. There was nothing weak or feeble looking about Durham. From the tight angry grip frozen on his facial features, pass the thick chest, shoulders, and arms stretching the seams of his sweater to the huge hands balled into fists at his side, everything about him shouted deliverance of intense pain.
“You can think you could, but you would be deceiving yourself. I’m going to tell you this one time,” Durham moved to press his nose directly into the man’s nose. “This girl here is mine and if you try to hurt her, you will die on the spot. If she doesn’t want to do this the deal is off. No if, ands, or buts. You will have to find your own kid.” He turned to her. He could see she was afraid and having her beat on was not and would never be a part of the plan.
“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to."
“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t hurt you.” The cretin stood up straight and offered his hand in apology, not a single sign of sincerity anywhere in his eyes. Penny put her hands in her pockets.
“Girl, you know what we came out here for.” Durham looked straight at her, making sure his steady gaze would not sway her decision. “All I can do is promise I won't let him hurt you."
“Alright, that’s good enough for me