‘Have a nice night,’ I called over my shoulder. ///////////////////////////////// Lexi and Ben walked away from the bar, with his arm still wrappe... around her. I was so frustrated I didn’t even know where to start. Once I figured we were far enough away from that guy, I pulled away from him. ‘Ben what is your problem?’ ‘My problem? What the hell is wrong with you?’ ‘No-Don’t turn this around. I didn’t just follow you and act like some kind of overprotective parent.’ ‘Lexi it was exactly what I. ."Greta, are you alright?" said Jack as he rushed over to take my hand.Coming back from my spacing out, I treated this as if it were the mostnormal thing in the world. "No! Why am I dressed like a boy? Whose bodyis this? It can't be mine! Jack, I feel like I'm losing it. I'm sougly!" I said in what seemed to be a German accent. I started to cry andburied my head in Jack's shoulder.Pulling me into an embrace, Jack softly said, "Honey it's ok and by theway, that's bullshit. You are the prettiest. He seemed scared as well, and holding my head in his lap, caressing my hair. Only his cock betrayed him, resting near my lips, shiny and hard, mocking my weakness. He held me and touched me and brought me back to passion, despite the lingering pain spreading out like fire from my stretched hole. After penetrating my pussy, with long slow strokes, he asked me quietly if he could try again. He wanted to put his throbbing cock back in there! He told me there was another way we could do it with me. “Like it never even happened. I didn’t see a thing,” he shrugged his broad shoulders. I found myself not only relieved, but… thankful for this man. Even though he had just molested me? Raped me? Was that even what this was since I hadn’t fully not liked it? “Thank you… for keeping your word,” I said quietly, reaching behind me and finding the doorknob. I swung the door open behind me and nodded to him, “I… I never even got your name…” “Just call me Dallas,” he said, tilting his head. And I got.