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Hayley's Party

Walking in the rain, I can't believe the way I'm feeling;
Lonely once again, could it be that I'm still dreaming;
I thought I heard you talking,
But deep inside I know, this heart of mine has left me walking

Down the Boulevard of broken dreams,
Down the Boulevard of broken dreams,
You left me broken hearted, before we got things started...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Smokie

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Please note: this chapter continues on from where Chapter 6 left off

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When I came back downstairs after changing out of my bikini, I was in my running shorts and tank top. I really needed to sweat this one out. Dad had disappeared but I could hear Rachel singing happily. Some old cantopop song she liked. I'd give her that, she sang well.

She looked up as I walked past the kitchen. "Going for an afternoon run, Hayley? It's warm out there."

"Yeah, I need a good run to clear my head." I really did. 

Rachel laughed. "Good idea, just take lots of water and your phone, okay."

"All taken care of." I pointed my thumb over my shoulder at my CamelBak. I didn't bother pointing to my Ruger SR9 tucked away in its holster in back of my running shorts where I usually carried it. Rachel was always nervous about my guns, not that I had many. She hadn't grown up shooting them like I had. I had two spare mags in the pockets on the shoulder harness. No point in carrying a gun if you run out of bullets and the extra mags need to be accessible for a quick reload. A girl should always be protected! Even out here. Master Kim had drummed that in to me.

My South Korean MUSAT knife sat in its special side pocket on the CamelBak! Master Kim had given it to me as a present which was totally nice of him – not just anyone got given a South Korean Special Forces Multi UDT SEAL Assaulting Tactics knife. Half a dozen spare Tampons, wet wipes, a small first aid kit, matches, firestarter tabs, paracord, a recently added packet of condoms, clean panties in their own Ziploc, half a dozen bars of chocolate, lipstick, a foldup hairbrush, my Leatherman, a small flashlight, a survival blanket - everything a girl might need in an emergency was in that little CamelBak. It still weighed very little until I filled up the drinking water!

"How long do you think you'll be?"

"Two or three hours, I'm going to run down to the river and back. I'll be back by seven."

"Okay, just remember to call if you're going to be late."

"I will. Bye." I gave Rachel the obligatory hug and then I was out the front door like a shot, already sweating by the time I hit the end of the driveway. I really did need that run to flush out the last of that Jack Daniels from last night. I still didn't feel great but a couple of hours in the Hot Tub with Old Joe and lots of water and painkillers had helped. A good long run with a few liters flushed through me should see me right and get me set for training at Master Kim's on Monday after school. I headed down the road, settling into a slow steady pace that I knew I could keep up for hours. A few mouthfuls of water and I felt better already, the mid-afternoon sun heating me up nicely. Warm but not baking hot. A nice breeze with the air coming down of the mountains. Perfect running weather. 

Jogging down the road, sweating, I couldn't help thinking about Steve and me. Talk about broken dreams! Mine weren't just broken. They were shattered into little pieces. Shattered and broken. God, I'd totally loved Steve. I'd have done anything for him. Okay, almost anything. Obviously there were some things I wouldn't do. But how could he have been such an asshole? Why had I never realized? Okay, maybe he did love me; I knew I'd loved him. But I didn't love him enough to let him do what he wanted to do. Not when I loved him. No way. But I'd done what Steve had wanted me to do; only I'd done it with Barry and Joe. And it'd been so good. 

Why was it good with Joe and Barry and not with Steve? I knew the answer to that one as soon as I thought of the question. Because Steve had tried to trick me into doing what he'd wanted. With Joe and Barry, it'd been my idea. Nobody had tried to trick anybody. What if Steve had been open with me about what he wanted? I knew that one too. I'd loved Steve back then, yesterday. Last night. I'd loved Steve and I wouldn't have done it. I'd regarded myself as Steve's and Steve's alone. The thought of him sharing me with another guy was something I would have totally rejected. I absolutely knew that.

Was I being a hypocrite? Maybe, but really, I didn't care. Steve had totally destroyed my love for him by doing what he'd done. At the same time, he'd made sure that Joe had introduced me to the delights of sex. That night with Joe at Claire's party had been ... wonderful. Really, I might have been in love with Steve but sex with Joe had been so good. I'd heard other girls talking about their first time, most of them had said it was nothing special, or that they hadn't enjoyed it. If it'd been me and Steve, it would probably have been romantic and lovely and everything, but the sex would have been so-so.

With Joe, there'd been fuck-all in the way of romance, but the sex. Oh fuck, the sex. I could still remember every second of that night with Joe, every single thing he'd done to me. Last night? Last night had been shorter but even better. My body glowed at the memories. Would I have glowed like that thinking about Steve if he hadn't tried to trick me last night? Remembering the way he'd rammed half his cock up my butt last night, I doubted it. Disillusionment, thy name was Hayley.

But I wasn't going to cry about it! Not anymore. I was done with crying over Steve.

All I wanted to do now was put the past behind me and focus on the future. That was far brighter. I had a date coming up with Brad for Friday night, probably a date with Mark on Saturday if I really wanted to go out with a guy ten years older than me. I still hadn't decided on that one. Then of course there was Barry lined up for the following weekend. And Joe? Of course there was Joe. I had to smile at all those choices. Yes, there was a lot for me to look forward too. 

I ran on without a plan other than to head down towards the river, avoiding heading downtown, jogging in a wide loop down the side streets until I came to the Number Ten Side Road. Without giving it a thought, I headed out on Number Ten. It was a good road for running, quiet, tree-lined, the houses far apart, plenty of room on the side of the road with a wide grass verge. I was in my stride now, running easily, sipping from the CamelBak every regularly to keep well hydrated, sweating hard, and enjoying the exercise. I wasn't pushing myself at all but I was feeling better and better with every mile that passed.

I came to the track that led off the side road and down to the swimming hole from last night, jogged past it, thought about it for a moment and turned back, jogging down the track towards the river. I was running more slowly on the uneven ground, dodging the overhanging branches of the cottonwoods, enjoying the trees and the birdsong that was all around me. The half mile to the river didn't take me long. It was only a few minutes before I jogged out into the grassy clearing by the swimming hole where I'd been with Joe and Barry last night. 

There was nothing to show that anyone had ever been there. Just the short green grass and the cool clear blue of the river water. I slowed, then walked to the edge of the river, standing there breathing in the clean air of the mountains, enjoying the fresh smell and the heat. Nothing but trees and grass and water and birds singing and the warm afternoon sun, cleansing my lungs, cleansing my soul, leaving me relaxed and content. 

Of course, as you'd expect, that was when it started to pour with rain. A sudden summer afternoon shower out of a cloudless sky with nowhere to shelter! The trees were second growth, still small, not much use at all against the rain. At least it wasn't cold. I dropped my CamelBak and lay back on the grass, closing my eyes, stretching out, feeling the rain soaking me from head to foot, enjoying it. There's nothing quite like a warm late summer torrential rainstorm when you don't feel any concern about getting wet. 

With the rain pouring down on me, my eyes closed, I thought again about Steve and my decision to terminate our relationship. About Joe and Barry and last night. About Brad. About Mark. Out here, it all seemed far simpler, far easier to make decisions, to push Steve aside. Yes, I could safely say he was history now. We were over. I'd made up my mind, I'd told him to his face and I was done with Steve. Enough with the broken dreams and the broken heart! In my mind, I washed my romantic dreams of Steve away with the rain, feeling him flow from me, washed away, detritus in the storm, going ... going ... gone. A weight finally lifted from me, a weight of negativity I hadn't even realized was there until now. Until it was gone. It felt good.

As for the rest, I knew I'd take it one date at a time. I didn't want to find myself in the same position with another guy.

"Hayley! That you?"

"Jesus!" My eyes flew open as I levitated to my feet in a nanosecond, my heart almost bursting. "Fuck! Joe?"

"What are you doing here?" He sounded as surprised as I felt.

"I went for a run and came down here. What are you doing?" Okay, breathe again Hayley. It's only Joe.

"I went for a run." He was grinning. I guess he had. Running shorts, tank top and CamelBak, same as me. He was soaked to the skin and breathing hard. Just like me. "I was thinking about last night and I guess I just ended up here."

Just like me, now that I thought about it, although I didn't say that. We both laughed. It felt good to laugh. It felt like I hadn't laughed in a long time. Steve hadn't been a laughing kind of a guy. Yes, it felt very good.

"I was going to call you this evening, see how you were feeling."

"I had the hangover from hell this morning," I told him. "And Father O'Reilly caught me drinking the Eucharistic wine at Mass."

"Jesus Hayley!" Joe looked surprised, then slightly worried. "What'd he say?"

"Nothing, he gave me a shot of whiskey for a chaser."

"Huh?"

I laughed at his expression. "He was right, I felt a lot better after the whiskey."

"Good. I was a bit worried about you last night." He had that concerned expression on his face.

I giggled. "I was so mad with Steve. Thanks for looking after me Joe. You and Barry. Honestly, I feel way better over the whole thing now."

"Ahh, well..." He still had that concerned expression.

I sat back down on the grass and patted the space beside me. "Sit Joe." It felt funny, me telling Joe what to do, but he did it. He sat, shrugging off his own CamelBak and leaning back against the big rock behind him. Perfect backrest. His CamelBak was the same model as mine but mottled green and brown where mine was bright pink. Guys! "About last night."

"Yeah." He sounded so cautious. I had to smile. Joe, nervous? That was funny.

"It's like this Joe." I moved, sitting myself between his legs, leaning back against him and taking his hands in mine, resting them on my legs.

"Ouch!" He yelped. "What the ... what the fuck's that?"

"Ooops, sorry." I leaned forward and pulled the Ruger out from its holster, tucked it safely into my CamelBak. Joe knew I carried more often than not, he didn't look surprised. Not like Steve always had when one of my guns came out. Not that I had many. I leaned back into Joe again, retrieving his hands.

"Okay, let's start again," I said, leaning my head back on his shoulder. We were both soaked through; the steam was starting to rise from my clothes as the sun came out again. Wet tank-top time. But today I had a sports bra on as well. I peeled my tank-top off and flipped it onto a nearby bush to dry.

"Okay, about last night?" He still sounded cautious. I wanted to giggle.

"Yeah, remember last night. Me and you and Barry."

"Ahhh, yeah, I do remember that." He still sounded cautious.

I laughed. "I hope so, coz you know, I enjoyed that, a lot, but I have this question Joe."

"Yeah?" My, he was really being cautious.

"Well, you know, you've fucked me a couple of times now Joe. Back at Claire's party with Steve, and, you know, last night with Barry, and I was just, you know, wondering..."

"Wondering what?"

"Well, do you really like watching other guys fuck me all the time, or is just me and you good enough for you? Coz I think I'd really enjoy, you know, just me and you... If you wanted that Joe, that is?"

Joe's hands moved up, leaving mine behind, moving to cup my breasts, very gently. I liked that. I liked that a lot. I rested my head against his shoulder. Feeling his hands on me. Enjoying.

"You know Hayley, I'd really prefer just you and me."

"Good, I was beginning to get worried."

"You were?"

I turned in his arms and pushed him down onto his back, lying on top of him, looking down into his eyes, stroking his hair with one hand. He felt so good under me. So big and strong. Hard as well. I wriggled. Yes, definitely hard. I smiled. "I was. I was thinking maybe you had this thing about me and other guys at the same time. And ... I mean ... that's okay once maybe, but not every time ... a girl likes a bit of romance ... And you know, if it was just you and me, I wouldn't worry at all. I'd like that, Joe."

His hands were on my butt, holding me. Pulling me down hard against him. God, he was really hard and I loved it. My breath huffed out in a moan of pure enjoyment as he pressed against me. That felt so good. I loved that his eyes were so blue. It was like looking into the sky on a mid-summer day.

He smiled up at me, his hands stroking and kneading my butt through those wet running shorts. I liked that too. A lot. "I'd really prefer that, Hayley."

It was my turn to smile. "Good, because I told Steve we were done this afternoon and I don't want another boyfriend right now Joe, but you know, if it's just you and me, you can have me whenever you want me." I kissed him, just a quick kiss. "Like now." Because suddenly I wanted him that much. Then I kissed him again.

His eyes widened a little and then he was kissing me back, his hands moving up to my head, fingers threading through my hair as his tongue danced with mine inside my mouth, as his lips took control of mine. Those kisses, they made me feel as if I'd never been kissed before, passionate, lingering, knowing exactly how I would respond. I could have kissed Joe for hours like that, but he wanted more. I wasn't arguing.

His hands left my hair, found the bottom of my sports bra and eased it up. I raised myself up, sat up on him, peeled it off over my head to drop it on the grass beside us. I smiled down at him, studying his face, his strong features, the slight stubble that said he hadn't shaved this morning. He smiled back for a moment before lifting me and rolling me onto my back so that now it was my turn to look up at him.

This afternoon there was no doubt, no hesitation. Both of us knew exactly what we wanted, exactly what was going to happen. There was no reason to stop. No thought on my part of stopping. I wasn't Steve's. I wasn't anyone's. I was my own and I could do what I wanted to do without any feeling of guilt. Sex with Joe felt overwhelmingly good and I wanted it, I wanted him, badly. He began to peel my running shorts down and now I moved. I moved to help him, raising my hips, pushing my shorts and panties down to mid-thigh, baring myself. His hands pushed them down further, to my knees, then helped me as I kicked one foot free, then the other.

I watched as Joe undressed. As quickly as my clothes had disappeared, so did his. Naked, the sun warming my skin, Joe's eyes on me warming my soul, I waited, stretching my arms out above my head. I didn't feel like doing anything at all. I wanted to be done to. I wanted to surrender myself, I wanted to be taken. I wanted Joe to take me.

His hand rested on my stomach, circling, stroking as his mouth came down on mine to kiss me again. Kisses that I welcomed, shivering as they moved from my lips to my neck, my shoulder, my neck again. His hand on me moved slowly, caressing only my stomach, my hips, the outsides of my thighs, arousing a deliciously intoxicating heat that slowly spread through my body. I stretched languorously under his hand, wanting more, but also enjoying the anticipation, the knowledge that there was no need for haste, that we had all the time in the world and that there was only the two of us.

Now his hand moved to one of my breasts, cupping it with an undisguised possessiveness that drew a long sigh from me as I arched my back and pressed into his hand. I knew he wanted me, he was erect, hard against my thigh, and the knowledge that he was delaying his own satisfaction to ensure mine aroused me further. His mouth dropped, enclosed my other breast so that while his hand kneaded one, his lips and tongue worked on the other, sucking deeply at my sensitive nipple.

Now, now I couldn't just lie there. My hands clutched at his head, held him as his mouth suckled at me, the pleasure rippling from my nipple to my center and back again. I wanted to cry out but while my mouth worked, no sound came out, just panting little gasps as I breathed. His mouth lifted from me, I looked down, saw my nipple shining with his saliva, watched as he moved his tongue in a gentle circle around my nipple before licking it with the leisurely licks you use on an ice-cream cone.

I was already wet; I could feel my own hot slippery excitement, feel my own readiness. When his hand slid down to cup me and touch me, I knew Joe felt that too.

"Oooohhhhh." The sensation as his finger found me and slid inwards so easily sent ripples through me. My legs just seemed to fall apart; my hand found his cock, held him, stroked him gently, savoring the rigid hardness of him. Knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I tugged at him lightly with my hand, urging him up and over me. "I don't want to wait, Joe," I breathed. "Just fuck me. ... Now ... please."

He smiled as his weight came down on me, as I drew my knees back, opening myself to him, my hand guiding him to where I wanted him so much. 

"Neither do I," he breathed in my ear as the head of his cock pushed against me, making me shiver. God, he felt so big and then he pushed and I felt myself stretch and open to him, the head of him slipping inside me.

"Oh God." My hand fell away from his cock, both my hands clung to his back as his mouth closed on mine, as he sucked my tongue into his mouth, as his cock slid deep inside me, deeper, all the way in until he was pressed up against me and I was full, so full, so stretched around him. 

God, he was just so big. I sucked in my breath, feeling him inside me, making me feel so full, so completely full that all I could do was lie beneath him and whimper. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, to take me, but for a moment my mouth wouldn't work, I couldn't talk. All I could do was make those little noises as I adjusted to the feel of him inside me.

"You okay Hayley?" He was smiling down at me. He knew what he was doing to me. He was enjoying this. 

"You're huge Joe." It was more of a gasp than coherent speech.

His smile glowed with male pride mixed with concern. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

I shook my head, breathing hard. "God ... no ... I just need ... to get used to it."

"Maybe I can help." He began to move inside me, slowly, gently, his cock easing out and thrusting into me in easy slides.

Oh Christ, that did help. That did. I wanted more. "Ohhhhhhh ... Oohh Joe ... Joe." Just the feel of his cock, sliding inside me, drawing back slowly, thrusting in slowly, sinking into me, so deep, so thick where our bodies joined. I felt every inch of him inside me, felt him moving in me, sliding inwards past my labia, which were stretched around him, the unbelievable sensation as he slid into me, out of me, moving, moving. All I could do was lie there and feel him, experience what he was doing to me, luxuriate in the sensations.

"You want me to fuck you harder, Hayley?" He was smiling down at me, teasing me, holding himself still inside me, pressing himself into me when all I wanted him to do was keep fucking me, fuck me senseless. He knew what he was doing to me. 

"Yes," I choked out at last, "yes ... fuck me Joe ... fuck me ... please Joe." I was tingling everywhere, feeling a slow heat spreading outwards from where our bodies joined. I wanted him to move faster, I wanted his cock to take me hard but he was still teasing me, still pressing slowly into me as I started to quiver and jerk beneath him, wanting more.

"Oh yeah Hayley, I'll fuck you." He started to move faster, harder, his strokes into me longer and deeper. I drew my knees back further, back as far as I could, until they were grazing his ribs, clutching at them, opening myself totally for him to take me, moaning softly as his cock impaled me again and again. Wanting his cock to thrust into me, take me, use me. Fuck me.

"Yes ... yes ... fuck me Joe ..."

He did. He plunged into me harder, so that now I was making wordless little noises, crying out with each thrust, my body melded to his, clinging to him, there for him to take and to use and to fuck. The pleasure of it was overwhelming, the sheer physical pleasure of his body on mine, having him inside me, sliding in and out of me, filling me again and again. The mental pleasure also, of knowing I was giving myself to him, that Joe was making love to me and it was my choice and it was just so fucking good. 

He went on and on and on, varying his speed and his power, his hands and his body telling me what he wanted from me, his eyes looking down into mine, his lips crushing down on mine at times, kissing me delicately at others, sharing his breath with me, possessing me. I loved the way he looked down at me, seeing the pleasure and the enjoyment of me on his face, feeling his cock deep in me again and again, feeling myself absorbing those long hard thrusts, hearing my own soft cries, cries that those thrusts forced from me.

"Come in me ... come in me..." I heard myself begging him, wanting to feel his culmination, not caring about my own, only wanting to satisfy him, to feel his satisfaction, to give him his pleasure.

He smiled, kissed me lightly, totally in control of me. In control of himself. "Not yet, Hayley. Not yet babe."

I didn't mind. He could keep doing this to me for all eternity if he wanted. When he eased back and drew himself completely out of me, I gasped. I felt empty, abandoned. "Huh...?" I tried to recapture him.

Joe rolled onto his back, his hands holding me and lifting me and pulling me over on top of him and guiding me up until I straddled his thighs. Looking down, I could see his cock, erect and swollen, glistening with my wetness. Jesus, he looked bigger than he felt. How the fuck had that thing fitted inside me? But it had, I knew, and the knowing made my sex pulse hotly, wanting it inside me again.

His hands rested on the tops of my thighs where I straddled him, his thumbs sliding up and down my labia where I was so slick and wet, making me breathe come in gasps again as I watched him. My hips jerked at his stroking caresses, pushing myself at him, wanting his thumbs to brush my clitoris.

"I want you to come first Hayley; I want to watch you come just for me." His thumbs parted me and sank into my sex, pushing into me, stretching me. Opening me. Making me moan and shudder as I felt both his thumbs inside me. Fuck, how could he do that? How could he make me feel so helpless? How could I stretch like that for him?

"Whatever you want Joe," I moaned, absorbing that sensation of his thumbs inside me. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, didn't he know what that was doing to me? I saw his smile. He did. He knew.

I reached down to find his cock, hold it, stroke him, trying to tease him the way he was teasing me. He groaned as my fingers clasped him and stroked with jerky enthusiasm.

"Sit on me," he said, his hands lifting me and guiding me up to kneel astride him as his cock jutted upwards beneath me. I positioned myself over him and sank downwards, shuddering as that huge cockhead found my entrance, pausing, holding him as he pushed upwards against me where I was opening slowly to him. It was one thing for him to enter me. It was another for me to force myself down on him. He'd been big when I was beneath him. Like this it felt like a baseball bat between my thighs. He smiled, his hands gripped my hips. He pulled me firmly downwards. I felt myself opened, entered, stretched around his girth, his cock sliding slowly inwards and upward as I sank down. Down and down further, watching him slid up thickly inside me. 

I paused with half of him inside me, leaning forward, my hands on his chest supporting my weight. God, he was just so big like this. I put that into words. "Joe ... how can it ... you're so big like this." Panting. I was panting.

He smiled up at me. "You can take it Hayley."

I knew I could, I had before. But doing it myself? That was something else. His hands took the decision from me, easing me down on him in jerks, my legs turning to jelly. Each jerking tug of his hands slid his cock further and further up inside me. 

"Uuughhhhh," I heard myself gasp. He paused for a moment, then pulled me all the way down, seating me firmly on him. "NNUGGGGHHHHHHH."

"See?" He smiled cockily.

"Oh fuck." I could feel him pressing up against something inside me, It didn't hurt, but there was a pressure there I'd never felt before. Jesus, it was like he was inside me all the way up to my chest or something. Oh fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Joe's hands glided from my hips to my butt, stroking me, caressing me as I sat there panting, feeling, wanting to groan and lie back and have him fuck me. God, it felt so different like this. I wanted to be fucked so badly.

"Relax Hayley, just relax." Joe's hands ran back from my butt to my hips, my waist, slid upwards to cup my breasts and brush my nipples. "Like this, you're in control, how fast, how deep, how hard." He rested his hands on the tops of my thighs, his thumbs stroking my inner thighs. "Now you see those muscles you have here. Use them." He smiled up at me. "Ride me, Hayley. Ride me."

God, there was so much I didn't know. I'd always thought sex was, like, lying on your back and let the guy do the work. Kneeling for Joe and Barry had been good. Sitting on Joe like this, it was good too. What else was there I didn't know. I had no idea but I was sure Joe could teach me. And I knew I wanted to learn. I tried to smile down at Joe but all that happened was I moaned softly as I squeezed myself on him, enjoying the way his body tensed, his breath huffed out, his fingers dug into me. Okay, I knew Joe would enjoy teaching me. And I was going to be an eager student.

"Fuck Hayley. Do that again." Joe was definitely enjoying this. 

Well, so was I. I did. 

"Fuck!" Joe groaned, his fingers digging into my butt. God, I liked that.

"OOHHHHHH." I cried out, my head arching back, my body taut. I could feel my excitement growing in leaps and bounds as I sat on him, his cock buried deeply inside me.

"Move on me Hayley," Joe groaned, his hands urging me to lift myself. I did, rising an inch, feeling his cock slide a little out of me, pause, then sink downwards slowly, shuddering with pleasure as he sank into me. 

"Yeah, like that Hayley," Joe groaned. "Don't stop..."

"Uh-huh," was the best I could answer. Words were pretty much beyond me as I braced my hands on his chest and started to move my butt up and down. God, it felt so good. Unbelievably good. I was in control, sort of. After a minute or so of jerky movements on him, I managed to find a rhythm, a slow rising and falling of my butt, lifting myself a couple of inches, then sliding down on him. A pause, and then repeating, slowly.

"Is that good?" I gasped. I hoped it was because it was good for me. Really really good. After a minute where I was getting used to this, I sat up straight, no longer supporting myself with my hands, using my leg muscles to raises myself up and down, feeling him in me, sliding into me, lifting myself up, sinking onto him again, squeezing him with my sex, milking him. I watched Joe as I rode him, enjoying the look on his face, his reactions, the way his eyes looked at me, looked at my body, my breasts, our joining.

He smiled up at me, his hands moving to my breasts, cupping them, stroking them, squeezing them, teasing my nipples. "That's it, that's perfect Hayley," he smiled. "Now put your hands on my chest, I'll show you something else."

I did.

"Now, don't go up and down this time." His hands slipped to my hips. "Go around, like this. You have to move your hips instead." He guided my hips in a circular grinding motion. Oh god yes.

"Christ Hayley, that's it."

I started to breathe heavily, almost groaning as I moved. It hadn't felt anything like this before. Somehow, his cock was rubbing against me at my most sensitive spot. He moved, he half sat up and twisted so his back was against that rock, moving me with him and now his mouth found one of my breasts as I rode him, his hands roaming my body, holding my butt, moving me now and then he began to suck even harder, my entire breast was in his mouth somehow. The sensations were incredible, I wasn't sure how much longer I could but my hips seemed to be on autopilot, working hard to get even more of him inside me if I could.

The only thing in the world that existed for me in that moment was Joe and his cock inside me as I fucked him, my butt circling, grinding myself against him, sobbing and moaning with the pleasure of it and now I could feel my orgasm approaching, the pressure building inside me, a wave growing and growing and growing, his mouth on my breast sharply accentuating the pleasure inside me. That suckling was so intense it almost hurt but I wanted it and I was moving faster, moaning, my hands clutching at his shoulders, the heat in me building and building as his cock filled me.

It came ... It came, my orgasm, sweeping through me in waves, sweet, lingering golden waves washing through me, holding me helpless as I rode them out, carrying me along, filling me with an ecstasy that was almost unbearable in its intensity. As they faded, I found myself still firmly seated on Joe, leaning forward slightly, my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance, just sitting there panting and feeling him inside me and watching his face as my sex spasmed and squeezed him. I wasn't even moving. I wasn't doing anything except sitting on him, absorbing the feel of him inside me, big and hard, filling me beautifully all the way up inside. I could feel him, feel every inch of him inside me.

"Oh Christ ... Joe ... oh Joe... Joe..." I smiled into his eyes. "I want to make you come now Joe." I was still panting. "I want to feel you come in me."

He laughed. "That won't be hard, Hayley."

"How do you want me to make you come?" I eyed him. I wanted to give him whatever he wanted. However he wanted me.

His lips quirked. "Talk dirty to me Hayley."

Huh? I'd never talked dirty in my life. Apart from asking Joe to fuck me, that is. I wasn't sure I knew how. But I'd try if that was what Joe wanted from me.

I squeezed him with my sex. I smiled. "Fuck me Joe ... I want you to come in me ... I want to feel you come in me Joe ... I want you to come so hard in me ... come in my cunt Joe..." I rocked myself up and down on him, harder and faster than I'd done before. This was for him, not me.

"I want you to fuck me Joe ... fuck me hard with that big hard cock ...pump it into me ..." I was moving faster, raising and lowering myself. "Squeeze my butt Joe ... Move me on you ... use my cunt ... Use it ... use it hard..."

"Fuck Hayley, oh fuck yes...yes..." His voice was strained, urgent, an urgency that sent shivers through me as his hands dug into my butt, squeezing me, moving me on him so that his cock surged into me, swollen, engorged, huge, thrusting hotly up inside me. The pressure of him in me was enormous and overwhelming and impossibly full.

"Come in me Joe," I moaned as he pulled me down hard onto him, "shoot that cum into my cunt."

He pulled me down again, down hard so that I groaned, feeling him butt up against my cervix, so deep inside me that it hurt a little. 

"Yes," I moaned, "yes yes yes" and I knew he was almost there. Almost. I squeezed him with my sex, squeezed him as hard as I could, watching his face twist as he started to cum inside me. I could feel it. His cock throbbed, pulsed, his cum jetted out into me, a shotgun blast of thick semen bursting out inside me, another, another, one burst after another deep inside my sex, his cock throbbing as I did my best to squeeze him and milk him while he came in me, his body jerking and shuddering, gripped by a passion and a pleasure that fucking me had brought him. 

Watching him, feeling him cum in me, seeing his face and feeling his body, feeling myself giving him that satisfaction, I loved that feeling. Loved knowing it was me, my body, that had brought him to this. That fucking me had given him that pleasure, that satisfaction. That my sex had satisfied his cock, that his cum was inside me, filling me. He spasmed inside me one last time, one last jetting eruption within me and then he was relaxing, his chest heaving, breathing hard. I smiled, staying where I was, just enjoying feeling him inside me, slowly softening and shrinking.

A long time later I rose of Joe and onto my back on the grass, enjoying the sun on my naked body. Joe rolled towards me, propping himself up on one elbow and looking down at me. We smiled at each other.

"I like you looking at me," I said simply.

"I like looking at you Hayley," his smile was a satisfied one. Slightly smug. "I've always liked looking at you, just, when you were dating Steve, I didn't want to butt in. But now that Steve's out of the picture..."

I knew where he might be going. I didn't want to hurt him, not Joe, but I didn't want him under any false illusions either. 

"I don't need another boyfriend Joe, not right now." I stroked his cheek, feeling the bristles there, the strong line of his jaw. I loved his eyes, as blue as the sky above us. I could look at those eyes for hours. Especially when they were looking down at me the way they were now.

I smiled. "But I do want you." My hand found his cock, still sticky from our love-making I felt him stir as my fingers stroked him hard. "We can do the friends with benefits thing whenever you want Joe, just don't go all boyfriend-girlfriend one me, okay? I don't need that."

"Don't worry about it Hayley, I won't, but I sure do want to fuck you." He smiled. "Lots."

I smiled back. He was getting harder in my hand. I stroked him rather more firmly, squeezing him a little, long hard strokes. Yes, he was getting harder.

"Lots is good," I said, "lots and lots and lots." Like now. He was hard enough.

"Want to do it again right now?" I smiled. His cock did.

He didn't say a thing. He rolled over onto me, his knees pushing my legs apart. He looked down at me as my hand guided him to me. "Yeah," he purred, "now."

"UUUGGGHHHHHHH." His cock rammed into me. Hard. All the way. Easily. One of his hands slid under my butt, fingers splayed, holding me as he nailed me hard, pounding wetly into me. Long hard strokes that drove into me and made me feel every inch of him inside me as he fucked me.

"HHUUHHH ... NNUGGHH ... NNNNNHHH ... UUGGHHHH..." I could hear myself groaning with every thrust as I pulled my knees back, opening myself completely for Joe to use. To fuck. He was fucking me. Riding me and I was helpless beneath him and he wasn't slowing down, he was giving it to me, taking me.

I loved it. 

I loved feeling him taking me so hard, as hard as he wanted. I loved surrendering myself to him, there for him to do what he wanted to me. I wanted to tell him that, I wanted to share my thoughts and feelings and my total enjoyment of what he was doing to me. But when I opened my mouth ...

"UUUGGGHHHHHHH... NNUGGHH ... NNNNNHHH ... UUGGHHHH..." All that came out were those helpless groans as he rode me.

He wasn't kissing me, he wasn't saying anything, he wasn't caressing me. All he was doing was pinning me to the grass and fucking me hard and I loved it. Loved his cock pounding into me. Loved the wet noises my sex was making. Loved feeling his body on mine. And when he came, I loved that too, the powerful humping of his body on mine as his climax approached, the jerky thrusts as he lost control, the way his body heaved against mine as his cock pulsed inside me, his cum spurting into me for a second time that afternoon.

I hadn't expected to come myself, but feeling his semen spurting into me was like a switch being flicked. My orgasm came out of nowhere as I felt him spurting into me and in an instant I was squealing and sobbing as my own climax broke over me and then both of us were clinging to each other, sobbing for breath, glowing in the aftermath.

It was Joe that moved first, rolling of me to lie on his back on the grass.

"Fuck, Hayley," he breathed. "Oh fuck."

"Good huh?" It was more of a giggle than anything else.

"Yeah."

"I thought so too." Oh fuck yeah. I did. Totally.

Then I sat up. God! This was getting to be a habit. I'd actually bought those condoms for a reason and I still hadn't used any. 

"What?" Joe looked at me.

"I bought some condoms," I said ruefully, feeling his cum oozing out of me as I looked down at myself. Okay, let's make that flooding out of me onto the grass. That wasn't something they told you about in sex education classes. "And I didn't ask you to use them."

Joe grinned. "I told you at Claire's; with you I don't want to use condoms Hayley." He swept me back down onto the grass and kissed me. A kiss that I returned enthusiastically. "Fucking you feels much better without those damn things."

"Those damn things stop me from getting pregnant, Joe," I said when we came up for air. "Now I gotta go to the pharmacy again and get some more morning-after pills. I'm going to be on first name terms with the pharmacist soon. Anyhow, I better get home soon or Rachel'll start to worry."

"Okay, I'll run back with you. If you'd like me too?"

"Of course I would, Joe. I'm going to jump in the river first though." I looked down. Jesus, there was so much of Joe's cum. I needed a really good wash.

"Good idea," Joe grinned, taking my hand. "Come on."

We waded in. The water was freezing. It hadn't felt this cold last night. Not to me anyhow.

"Fuck!" I squealed as my butt hit the water and I sat down in that fucking ice-cold river. Up to my neck. That water was freezing. I must have been mad last night. Or drunk. I didn't go swimming this time. 

"Ohhh fuck its cold." I squealed all over again as I washed myself. Jesus, I was going numb. I was. "Next time we do it down here you can wear a frigging condom, I don't want to do this again."

Joe made a mistake. He laughed. When he was standing next to me. I looked up at him. He saw my face and started to step back hurriedly. Too late. A quick leg sweep and he was sitting next to me. I looked at him neck deep in the river beside me. I grinned as I slid around and straddled him, sitting on his legs, my arms around his neck. The water seemed warmer now.

"Hey, Joe."

His hands cupped my butt. "Hayley?"

"That was great last night and just now, but don't go all lovey-dovey on me, okay." I looked into his eyes, rubbed my nose gently against his, enjoying his hands on my butt. "I mean, I don't think you will, but I just wanted to be clear, coz I got a date next Friday and I don't want any shit about me and other guys, okay."

"Got it." Joe kissed me, but I still wasn't sure if he got it or not. Guys were weird like that. I'd seen it with my friends. They could run around and date as many girls as they wanted and everything was cool and they were dudes. But if a girl dated around, they got jealous and called her a slut. Amongst other names. Well, the first guy that said anything like that about me was going to find his balls kicked up to where his tonsils used to be. 

"I said I got it, Hayley." I think Joe got it. Maybe it was the look I'd been giving him.

"Knew you would." I smiled and kissed him again. "Now, let's get out before we freeze those balls of yours off. Can't risk those." My hand confirmed that yeah, they were still there. Just shriveled up from the cold.

He laughed and stood, lifting me easily, carrying me to the shore, my legs wrapped round his waist. The early evening sun was still deliciously warm. We dressed together, not worrying about drying. Out clothes were still wet from the rain. They'd dry while we ran. Joe watched as I slipped my Ruger back into its holster inside the back of my shorts.

"You always carry that?" he asked.

"Yeah, except at High School. They've got that gun free zone thing going. Stupid if you ask me, what if something happens? Some libtard goes nuts or something. Saying it's a gun free zone doesn't stop a libtard on medication with a gun. Guess it's a good thing there's not to many libtards around here." I laughed. "Except for Steve's parents." I could laugh about Steve now. That was all good.

Joe shrugged. "Guess so." 

Yeah, I knew Joe wasn't a political animal. Neither was my Dad. Neither was I really, except when it came to guns. And that was probably Master Kim's training. At school, I was a minority of one. I knew a couple of whiggers in my grade, whining bitches both of them. They needed a good dose of reality. Maybe a few Somali's in town would help them see the light, but I doubted it. I never had anything to do with them. They were as bad as the white supremacist dick that'd been on my case since we were in elementary school together. He'd tried to push me round once. I'd thrown him on his ass. We were still in the same class. We just ignored each other. The rest of them were like Joe, they didn't give a shit. And then there was me. So, whatever. I carried outside of High School now that I was old enough. Nobody was going to make a victim out of me.

"Wanna go to the range together sometime soon?" he added.

Shrugging my CamelBak on, I grinned. I went to the range every second weekend and now and then during the week for a few hours of drills, with or without Master Kim. Actually, we were going Wednesday evening this week. "I'll beat your ass, Joe. You want a girl to show you up? How about Wednesday, I'm doing a couple of hours with Master Kim after Tae Kwon Do? Going out around seven, before it gets dark."

Joe grinned. "Yeah, love to. Want a ride?"

"Not sure, how about I give you a call?"

"Sounds good. Now come on, let's move, girl."

We jogged back together without talking about us, without talking about anything, running silently together, enjoying just being together, running together. I'd never done that with Steve, he didn't run. I liked it.

Outside my parents' house we stopped. "Want to stay for dinner?"

Joe grinned. "Love too but I gotta get home, Mom and Pop've got visitors, I said I'd be there...how about next weekend?"

"Okay, that'd be great."

"Call me, okay?"

"I will." I gave him a hug, then a kiss which turned into a long one which only ended when I drew back, smiling. "Wednesday, Joe."

"Okay, bye Hayley." His voice was soft. Soft and gentle. He gave me a wave as he jogged off. I watched him, smiling, thinking that it'd been one helluva weekend.

Hey, someone's car was in the driveway. We had guests? That didn't happen too often. Curious, I walked inside, dripping sweat, feeling good. Really really good.

"Wotcha, Hayley, looking good!" That accent! It had to be? It was! Willie! And Ms. Burns. And who was this hunky young guy around my age? Andrew? Oh my god! This must be Andrew.

"Hello Hayley, been running I see." Ms. Burns smiled. I remembered my manners and shook her hand. 

"Good to see you again luv." That accent was to die for. I shook Willie's hand.

"Hi, you must be Hayley." The young guy who must be Andrew was grinning. 

I gave him a huge hug and stated the obvious. "You must be Andrew!" And a lesson in how to squeal like a fangirl. "It's so good to meet you at last. Are you here for good?"

"Start High School tomorrow."

"We're going in tomorrow morning," Willie chipped in.

"Well, there's only a couple of Senior classes, tell them Andrew knows me and ask to have him put in mine." I actually let go of Andrew then. I hadn't meant to get all emo on him. Or soak his shirt with sweat. But I'd heard a lot about him. And he looked so hunky. Mmmmm. Definitely nice.

Willie looked at me and laughed. Andrew blushed. Awwwww, that was so cute.

"We're going out to dinner," Rachel interrupted ruthlessly. "Go and have a shower and get changed, Hayley. We've got a table booked at the Emerald Garden for eight. You've got fifteen minutes."

While I soaped myself down in the shower, I was singing. I was so going to introduce Andrew to everyone at High School tomorrow! This was going to be so much fun. That beautiful English accent! He'd have the girls all over him. He looked good too. I could definitely see Andrew having a good time.

But why had Dad and Willie and Ms. Burns been looking so serious. Okay, not serious, worried. I was used to my Dad looking serious, but not worried. I wasn't going to say anything though. Dad always told me not to be nosey. I was, but I'd learned not to show it.

I wondered if I'd find out what they were worried about. Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't. Probably not. Dad didn't talk about his clients much. Anyhow, food. I needed food. I was starving. Hurry, Hayley. I dressed quickly. My usual. Black panties and a black sports bra, one of my black Giordano t-shirts and some black jeans, grabbed my pink leather jacket (this evening was starting to get chilly) and dashed down the stairs.

"Hurry up Hayley! We're going!"

Rachel was tapping her toes at the front door as I slipped my feet into my Doc Marten boots. They were bright pink, I thought it made a nice contrast with the black jeans, my black Giordano t-shirt and my pink leather jacket.

"Sorry, sorry, I hurried. I really did." I had too. 

"That's a horrible combination." Rachel had never liked my pink boots. She hated that jacket. I grinned, shrugging. Dad was pulling the car out of the garage.

Dad beeped. Usually I race for the front seat but this time I let Rachel have it. I really was looking forward to dinner now. I'd hardly eaten a thing all day, then that run and that workout with Joe and the run home afterwards. I was hungry and the food at the Emerald Garden was always good. 

Young Freddie saw us, waved us past the queue straight to a table, the way he always did. Sometimes I thought they kept a table just for my Dad. Willie and Modesty and Andrew arrived a few minutes after us. My Dad stood and waved, like he always did.

"Willie ... Hey Willie ... Over here." 

Dad had already ordered the food, it began to arrive a couple of minutes after Willie and Modesty and Andrew had joined us. Evenings, the Emerald Garden was a lot quieter than it was when you went there for Dim Sum. The service was slower, there wasn't the same frenetic atmosphere. It was a lot more relaxing. 

I was busy telling Andrew all about our High School when Modesty leaned over. She looked like she wanted to ask me a question about something so I stopped talking. I know. It's hard to imagine, but I did it.

"Hayley, I really was serious about coming along to Tae Kwon Do with Willie and Andrew," Ms. Burns said. "Now that we're back, we'd love to come along and do a bit of training. I'd really like to see about starting Andrew in on Teukgong Moosooi training."

"Yes of course Ms. Burns, here, let me write down the times I train. You could come along any time this week, I'll let Master Kim know tomorrow." I REALLY wondered if Andrew was up to Teukgong Moosooi. I didn't train with anyone else that could train at that level, but looking at Willie and Ms. Burns and then at Andrew, I thought, yes, he'd probably be up to it. He looked in really good shape. Like, REALLY. The girls at school were gonna die! And really, it'd be good to train seriously with someone other than Master Kim. I glanced at Andrew. "Would Andrew like to come with me after school tomorrow? We can go straight there."

Andrew grinned. "Would that be okay, Auntie Modesty? I'd love to do that. Need a good workout to get rid of the airline kinks."

"That sounds wonderful, we can meet you there, thank you so much Hayley, we'd really appreciate that. I'll call Master Kim myself tomorrow afternoon as well."

"Shit." I very rarely heard my Dad use that tone. Or swear in front of guests.

I looked up right away. Dad's face was frozen. Cold. Eyes narrowed, concentrating, looking towards the entrance. Willie and Ms. Burns were looking in the same direction. Even my step-mom Rachel was, although her face had a different look to it, kind of weird. Not scared, not excited, not worried, just ... weird. They all seemed to know what they were looking at. Even Andrew, who looked worried. He was edging his chair backwards.

I didn't have any idea what was going on. I was looking the wrong way. I glanced over my shoulder, then did my own double take. Bad guys. I knew they were bad guys. Or at least, I knew that three of the five were. It wasn't that they looked bad or tough or anything. They were the guys that had tried to drag me away from Steve a few weeks ago, outside that nightclub. I smiled. They saw me smile. The looks that came back weren't friendly. Not at all. Mind you, neither was my smile.

I nudged Ms. Burns accidentally with my elbow as my hand dipped into my handbag. Ahh, there it was. My Vipertek. Out it came, my left hand keeping it under the tablecloth. Ms. Burns saw the movement, glanced at me. I shrugged. If it wasn't needed, it could slip away just as casually. I'd never needed it before, but hey, Master Kim had taught me well. A girl should always be prepared. I'd met these guys before. And not in a friendly way. And I was keeping it low key. My Ruger was tucked away in my ankle holster, under the jeans. I wasn't going to shoot anyone, not in a crowded restaurant.

The old guy in the lead wasn't anything much to look at. Much like my Dad in fact. Average height. Average build for a middle-aged or slightly older Chinese businessman, a bit on the overweight side. Except for his face, that was. That looked not just mean, but evil. The kind of face that gives you nightmares. 

The sort of face my Dad was now wearing. My Dad's don't-fuck-with-me face.

The second one, right behind the old guy, he was something else. Chinese. Shades. Six foot and obscenely broad across the shoulders. I'd seen guys like him at the gym. Weightlifters that over-trained the upper half of their bodies. The muscles of his arms swelled out, something the sleeveless shirt he wore accentuated. His hair was long and jet black, tied in a thick braid, kind of like those old Chinese coolies from the nineteenth century. He wore faded denim jeans stretched tight on slender hips. No good for kicking, he probably relied on those gorilla arms.

A couple of the older guys I trained with had that look. They'd been in prison. They'd told me a bit about what that was like. A second glance at his arms told me they hadn't been bullshitting me. Macho man had a barbed wire tattoo around one arm. He'd been in prison. He had his own version of the "don't mess with me" look on his face. The other three guys were nothing compared to him. Nothing I hadn't met before anyhow. 

What was stranger was that Dad and Willie and Ms. Burns seemed to recognize them, or at least they knew the middle-aged guy in the lead. The five brushed past the receptionist at her kiosk. Ignoring her, they walked towards us. Everybody seemed to know what was happening except me. That pissed me. It also worried me that those three guys were here. Something was going on and I was sure it wasn't good.

They walked right up to our table.

"Harry," my Dad said, "you brought some friends." It was my Dad's voice but different, colder, much more dangerous. I'd never heard him use that tone but I knew it. That was how I talked when I was furious. Goose pimples stood out on my skin. I breathed in and out, slowly, relaxing, clearing my mind, centering myself, prepared now to move fast. 

"Yeah," Harry said, his voice as cold as my Dad's. "I figured you and I should have a little business chat with our two friends here."

"We had that discussion last month Harry." Ms. Burns sat coolly relaxed, unconcerned by the tension that crackled around her. "I told you then we wouldn't be doing business with your outfit."

"Kam and Woo okay then," Willie asked conversationally. "They seemed a little out of sorts after our discussion ended."

"We're not Kam and Woo," macho man interjected, moving up next to the table. Next to me. "You really should listen to Harry."

"I don't think so," my Dad said. He really didn't sound like my Dad. He sounded cold, icy cold, his face a mask, his eyes slits. I'd seen that face before. It was the face I wore when I went into a tournament against someone I didn't like much. I'd seen myself in the mirror. "I think you and Harry and your friends should leave. Now." There was no inflection to his words. None. It was like watching a mask slipping off someone you knew intimately. What was beneath the mask was something I didn't want to see. Not from my Dad.

Macho man glanced at me, back to my Dad. "You're daughter's kinda cute Eagle," he half-whispered. "Be a terrible tragedy if anything happened to her."

The air around our table turned to ice.

Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. 

Except me.

I shrugged. I picked up one of those delicious dumplings from the dish in front of me with my chopsticks and took a small bite. A tiny nibble really. Andrew glanced at Ms. Burns. Willie stirred. Ms. Burns placed a hand on his arm. I glanced at the other three behind macho man. I could feel my expression changing as my head turned, morphing into my cold face. The face my Dad wore. Dad and I looked at each other. It was like looking into a mirror. Did I really look like that? I didn't want to, but it just seemed to come naturally. I glanced back at the three stooges. Two of them edged backwards. The other one looked like he wanted to but there wasn't any back for him to back into.

"That'd be you would it, cutie-pie." My upward look was coldly disinterested. Macho man didn't blink. I hadn't really expected him too.

He looked down at me. Looked? He leaned forward, hands on the table, placing his face right in mine. Andrew stirred. I took another little nibble from my dumpling and smiled into those dead looking eyes. He smiled back. One of those bad-ass you're-fucked smiles.

"Your Daddy better stay out of our way or you're gonna get hurt real bad little girl."

I glanced past him at my Dad. Raised an eyebrow. Macho man caught that.

"Daddy can't do shit for you little girl." He sounded like he was having a good time. One of his hands snaked out and grabbed one of my breasts. He squeezed. Hard. Now he really looked like he was enjoying himself. I guess some people just get off on terrorizing eighteen year old girls. 

He didn't see my Dad nod, very slightly.

Just as macho man started to squeeze hard, I screamed at the top of my voice. Pain, anguish, outrage. The entire restaurant looked. The entire restaurant saw macho-man assaulting a pretty little Chinese girl, mauling her sweet innocent little breasts. Nobody saw my Vipertek jammed hard against his denim-covered scrotum as I triggered 53,000,000 volts through his balls and dick. 

He spasmed as I held it there. He was trying to scream I could tell, but he couldn't. His fingers relaxed their grip but he couldn't move. I kept screaming though, all eyes on me. Horrified eyes all across the restaurant taking in what he was so obviously doing to me.

Somehow I doubted he was going to be able to move for at least a couple of seconds. He would though, he was a tough guy. But two seconds, that was way more than enough. That was far more than I needed.

I was already completely centered and in the moment. I had been from the moment they'd arrived at our table. My scream echoed through the restaurant. My other hand dropped the chopsticks, drew back down to the seat of my chair, my hand forming a fist, one knuckle slightly protruding. I punched upwards, straight into his larynx, my mind drawing a picture of my fist going straight through his throat and out the other side, as hard as I could, coming to my feet, my chair crashing backwards as I put my body into it. It's a blow that can crush a man's windpipe. Which was what I intended.

A guy doesn't squeeze my breasts without my permission.

Not unless he's out on a date with me.

Our bodies were so close that only our table saw the blow. Everybody else saw a screaming girl frantically attempting to escape a brutal assault. Macho man started to choke, his airflow more or less cut although I hadn't hit him quite right. Tasered or not, he'd tried to dodge that blow. I'd struck slightly off target, not quite completely crushing his larynx. I had to finish this fast.

I grabbed his braid and his head with both hands and crashed his face into the table, hard. As hard as I could, putting every ounce of my strength into it. Once, twice, three times and a fourth on the edge of the table for luck and to break his teeth. His nose spurted blood. Bits of teeth sprayed outwards. The restaurant was in total chaos, guests standing, women screaming, children crying, Old Freddie's waiters trying to force their way through to us. 

Only those nearby could see what was happening to macho man's head. Lucky the table was solid. Shame about the tablecloth and the china and the food going everywhere. As he went down to the floor, I kneed him as hard as I could in the ribs, feeling a couple of them crunch. Good. As he hit the floor and bounced I kicked him in the jaw. I felt it break. He was going to have one hell of a dental bill. His ribs were going to need a bit of work too. 

Looking down at him, I shrugged. "Daddy doesn't need to do shit for me, asshole."

I was breathing hard though.

Andrew was standing, his chair on the floor, facing down the three stooges. He didn't look so cute anymore. More like big and dangerous. Good to know he was more than a pretty face. It was nice to know he cared. He certainly looked ready to dance with the three stooges. Still, I knew Dad would have taken care of them if it'd come to that, but all the same, it was nice of Andrew.

I did have something more to attend to. Kneeling, I took the hand that had grabbed my breast. That'd really hurt. I was going to have bruises. Bastard. "And you shouldn't grab a girl's breasts without permission, that's not nice." 

He was jerking on the floor, trying to breathe, starting to turn a bit blue. Lack of oxygen generally does that to you. One by one I snapped his fingers. Then the wrist. Dropping his hand, I stomped on it, grinding the broken bones under the heel of my boot. I doubted that hand would ever be the same. I hoped not. If it was, I hadn't stomped it hard enough. Andrew grinned. My Dad smiled that cold smile, that smile that was just like mine.

The other three tough guys winced. None of them made a move. The middle-aged guy, Harry, had taken a step back, his eyes a little wider than they had been. This time I didn't ask my Dad for permission. Old or not, Harry more than likely had something to do with those three hassling me a few weeks ago. Tonight he'd brought macho man in, turned him loose on me. Maybe that was intended to intimidate my Dad.

Whatever. 

He'd threatened me. Me! Not my Dad. He was about to pay for that. In spades.

"Hayley." My Dad's voice snapped out.

I stopped, half into the first kick already, turned my head to look at him. Which of course was when one of the tough guys finally tried to take me. He hadn't learned a thing from our little meeting a few weeks ago. I moved my head a little, one hand deflecting his strike just enough as I glided in close to him, letting his fist slide by, using the force of his strike to take him off-balance, throw him, snap his elbow, a knee-strike to the ribs as I took him down, not too hard, just hard enough to break a couple. 

In one instinctive reaction I followed him to the floor, pounding on his head, blackening his eye, smacking his head hard on the floor, flattening his nose. As I smashed his head into the floor one last time for luck, I saw the gun tucked in the back of his jeans, concealed by his jacket. Slipping it out, I tucked it into the back of my own jeans where my jacket would conceal it. Felt like a 1911 but I didn't look as I stood. I didn't think anyone had seen me remove the gun. I hoped not. It'd be hard to explain, but I figured that gun was better off with me than with him.

I doubted he'd notice though. He had other, more painful, concerns. Between him and macho-man thrashing around turning blue while he imitated a fish, the limited floor space was getting a little crowded. I gave macho man a quick tap to the head with the toe of my Doc Martens. It wasn't really a tap. It knocked him out. Which was what I'd intended. Hoped it didn't make a mess of my boots. That shade of pink was hard to polish. Still, it was only blood. Should wash of.

Standing, I didn't look at my Dad. I looked at Harry.

"Dad?" My Dad knew what I was asking.

"Harry?"

Harry paled. He knew what I was asking too. "She shouldn't have done that Eagle."

"You know this guy Dad?" My voice was a malevolent hiss. Harry's turn to step back. I edged towards him. He edged away.

"Yeah." Dad's voice was still icy. "And I better not see him again either." He peered down at macho man, then back to me. "Do you want him dead kitten?" 

I blinked. Dad asked that the same way he asked if I wanted a plate of fried rice. Like it was no big deal. I wondered if he was serious. He looked at Harry. His voice turned to liquid nitrogen. "I don't like seeing my little girl threatened, Harry." Dad smiled at me, that fond Daddy's girl smile that I'd grown up with. The mask disappeared for a second. Just a second. Then the smile vanished, the mask reappeared, along with the ice. "I'm sure if I asked, Harry would take care of it. ... If he wanted to live. ... Wouldn't you Harry?"

I shivered, that sibilant hiss was terrifying from my Dad, as malevolent as my own had been. Worse, really. I knew. I knew my Dad. I knew he really was serious, that if I asked, macho man would be dead. That scared me; that my Dad would and could ask me that question. And make it happen. Part of me wanted to wail that my Dad was an Accountant. Accountants didn't threaten to kill people and mean it. Accountants didn't wear a face like my Dad was wearing. People like Harry didn't quail in terror when Accountants talked. Unless they worked for the IRS of course, but Dad certainly didn't.

Sometimes reality changes on you in an instant. Something happens and instantaneously, everything is different. Your whole world, your whole reality. Everything is the same but there's a moment in time when you realize it's not what you thought. The surface is the same but the structure, the reality that underlies that surface isn't what you'd thought it had been. You realize that the surface is an illusion, a mask. I had one of those moments. 

Everything I knew about my Dad, his frequent trips away, not wanting me to be nosey, minding my own business, the tough looking Chinese businessmen that visited him from Los Angeles and San Francisco and Vancouver and Asia, the way he turned on the icy face and voice, the mask slipping from his face, the fear that he inspired, the calls he took, the tough guys working out the back of the Emerald Garden, the dragon tattoo's on his back and shoulders and arms that I'd tickled as a little girl, making him laugh, even Willie and Modesty and their business that they were selling to my Dad and Harry's involvement, all of it suddenly everything clicked into place in my mind.

I didn't take my eyes of Harry. My expression didn't change. I didn't twitch a hair, not a muscle. But I knew. Or at least, I thought I knew. I thought I knew why Harry looked so terrified. I knew why he looked far more terrified than I was feeling, which was probably good thinking on his part. I knew and I was afraid. I knew and I concealed that knowledge without a quiver, wearing my own mask.

"Wouldn't you Harry?" my Dad hissed again. 

Harry nodded.

No, I didn't want anyone dead. My Dad looked at me. Harry looked at me. Willie and Modesty and Rachel and the three goons looked at me. Shit Dad, why ask me a question like that? Was I supposed to say yes? I mean, I didn't like him threatening me or mauling me. I didn't like macho man full stop. Asshole got what he deserved. But I didn't want him dead. Not for real.

"Ummm, no thanks Dad." My voice was still cold, cold but quiet now. I'd never imagined my Dad like this. Not ever. It rather frightened me. I sat back down in my chair, my eyes fixed on Harry. I still wanted to deal with him. Much the same was as I'd dealt with macho man. My own way. Not Dad's way. But now I was scared. "But what about Harry?"

I wondered what my Dad would say. I kept my mask, I smiled coldly at Harry. I didn't feel at all kindly towards Harry, mask or not. But Harry was my Dad's call, not mine, not now that Dad had stopped me kicking the shit out of him. Which now that I thought about it, probably hadn't been such a good idea. Not with a restaurant full of people all staring and watching, horrified. The noise around us was deafening. I could hear sirens in the distance. No, kicking the shit out of Harry had not been a good idea. I'd have to rein in that impetuosity. It'd got me in trouble in sparring competitions as well. I needed to listen to Master Kim rather better than I had been.

"Fuck you bitch." Black-eyed raccoon guy on the floor was hissing up at me from where he huddled, cradling his broken elbow and his ribs, his face streaked with blood. Well, we could fix that little attitude problem quickly enough. I gave him the cold face. He recoiled as my Vipertek came out of my pocket. My Dad saw the movement, gave me an approving smile. Definitely I was still Daddy's little girl. I was still being a little too impetuous too. Damn!

"What would you like to have done with Harry, kitten?" My Dad wasn't looking at me anymore; his eyes were on Harry, who'd paled as I smiled. 

"I think that's enough Hayley, Eagle." Ms. Burns hand on my arm wasn't forceful, just a touch. I turned the cold face on her. Her eyes met mine.

She smiled, her expression peaceful, her voice a whisper only she and I could hear. "I can do that face too Hayley, let it go. Let Harry go, it's finished. That's not a path you want to go down."

I looked into her eyes, serene and placid the way a tiger's eyes are serene and placid. There was a long moment where I looked into her eyes, saw that she knew, that she'd been where I was, that she understood. I nodded, once, turned the cold face on Harry instead. "I don't want to see you again Harry. But I don't want him dead, Dad."

"She's your daughter alright Eagle." Harry's voice was shaking, a shadow of his former arrogant confidence.

"She is Harry, she is. It'd be a good idea if Kuang-nan remembered that. It'd be a good idea of Kuang-nan remembered me too. Just because I live out here doesn't mean I've changed Harry. It doesn't mean I'm anything other than what I am. You tell Kuang-nan that Harry, tell him not to make any more mistakes."

"I'll tell him."

"You be sure to Harry, I'd hate to have to take this further. You wouldn't want that."

Harry's face said he agreed. He didn't want that at all.

Which was when the cops arrived. I tucked my Vipertek away, made sure my new gun was safely secured in back of my jeans. Willie saw what I was doing and blinked. I don't think he'd seen me lift the gun. 

Then I started to cry. 

It was actually rather easy. I was starting to shake, the way I always did after a tough bout in a tournament. I'd never taken out someone like that before, not so brutally. Even if he did deserve it. I felt slightly nauseous. I really felt like crying. It wasn't an act. I let the cold face go, put that mask aside, completely.

It's amazing how solicitous everyone is when a pretty girl sits there crying and shaking. Especially after they'd all seen macho man in my face mauling me. Andrew had his arm around my shoulders, Rachel was passing me tissues. Everyone around at the tables around us was busy trying to tell the cops how the guy had assaulted me openly. There was no issue with a lack of witnesses that was for sure. We had dozens. The paramedics turned up. Macho man's gun, which I hadn't noticed, and I knew I should have, fell to the floor. Miraculously, everyone remembered seeing him threatening us with a gun. Nobody seemed to remember me slamming macho man's head into the table or kicking him on the floor or breaking his fingers. 

Or if they did, they didn't think it was worth mentioning.

Even better, one of the cops was Bethany's Dad. He knew me. Of course he knew Dad pretty well too. He and Dad played cards together one evening every month at the local Post. Before I knew what had happened, Harry and the other two had been arrested while macho man and black-eyed raccoon guy headed off to hospital with their own escort. Black-eyed raccoon guy was totally helpful, spitting and cursing and threatening me.

Bethany's Dad laughed at him. "You assholes sure picked the wrong girl to assault." He was still laughing as he finally left the restaurant – but only after a quick whispered conversation with my Dad.

Two waitresses cleaned up the floor and our table while Young Freddie personally brought us fresh tea and bustled around organizing replacement dishes. The restaurant more or less returned to normal, although everyone kept looking our way. Old Freddie came over, pulling up a seat. "My apologies Eagle, Ms. Burns, Willie, Hayley, Andrew, Rachel." He really did sound mortified. "They came in so quickly, we saw them but didn't have time."

Dad held up his hand. "That's okay Freddie, it happens."

"Not in my restaurant. Not to you and your guests, Eagle."

"I know it won't happen again Freddie." My Dad sipped on his tea, eyeing Old Freddie, who still looked shaken. "All's well that ends well." And now my Dad smiled at me. "Hayley certainly dealt with it rather well I thought."

Everyone looked at me. Yeah, maybe I did, but I was still shaking inside. What if I'd missed that strike to macho man's larynx? What if something had gone wrong with my Vipertek? What if one of the three stooges had intervened before I could take out macho man? What if... what if? So many what ifs. So many things that could have gone wrong. One hit from macho man would have torn me in half. But that was all underneath, in my head. 

On the surface, I was calm. All I said was "Thanks Dad." Feeling proud that my voice wasn't shaking. The breathing helped. I calmed myself consciously, focusing on the breathing, slowing my heartbeat, relaxing muscles which I realized were still ready to react instantly. Calming my mind as well, thinking of sunlight on grass and the river and smiling with Joe as we relaxed. Thinking calming peaceful thoughts. Happy thoughts. I smiled.

Willie nodded, his eyes on me. Those eyes were disconcertingly knowledgeable, as if he was reading me. Ms. Burns was looking at me as well, watching me, her expression thoughtful. She looked at Willie, raised one eyebrow. He nodded. She glanced at me, then back at my Dad. "That favor you asked us for Eagle, we'll do it."

My Dad nodded. "Thank you Modesty, Willie." He didn't say anything else. I had no idea what they were talking about and no, despite everything that had just taken place, I wasn't going to ask. Dad would tell me if I needed to know.

And okay, I was starving. Shakes or no shakes, I was always starving after sparring. Macho man had been a bit more than sparring. Now it was too much talk-talk. I didn't want to even think about my Dad. Not like I'd seen him a few minutes ago. Eating would take my mind of things I'd rather not think about. I couldn't wait. Those fresh dishes smelled great. I started serving myself. Everyone looked at me. "What?"

Dad laughed, then Ms. Burns and Willie. Rachel joined in but hers was rather more forced. Even Andrew was grinning.

"I was going to ask if you were okay Hayley, but obviously you are." Rachel sounded a little sour, but hey, I was used to that at least. Water of a duck's back.

"Happens every week at sparring." Inside, I was still shaking, but nobody except me needed to know that. Happened every time. 

"You spar with gorillas then?" Ms. Burns was laughing at me now. The mask slipped. I had to grin.

"Well, two of the guys I train with are ex-cons, not quite that guy's size but close. They don't pull it when we're sparring." They didn't either. I had to move like lightning when I sparred with them. Forget grappling. They were a pair of complete assholes that way. The bruises I'd collected. I suspected Master Kim put them up to it but I never asked. They never said. They kept me on my toes. Cliff and Trey were still assholes.

Rachel looked horrified. Dad looked a little surprised. "Hey, they're bikers but they're on the straight and narrow now, more or less, really." They weren't, but that was need to know stuff. No-one here except me needed to know. Time to change the subject. And no, maybe I didn't need to know but those three guys? I'd better tell my Dad what had happened, and Harry obviously had something to do with it. "So who's Harry and why's he pissed."

Dad's face went expressionless. Not the cold look. Just blank. He glanced at Ms. Burns and Willie. They both looked at me. I looked back. "Hey, those other three guys with him tried to grab me a few weeks ago. I want to know why, okay."

Now my Dad looked upset. "You didn't tell me that."

I shrugged. "Thought it was three pervs. Joe and Barry sorted them out."

Ms. Burns looked at my Dad. "She's right, she should know in case something happens again." She looked at me. "I think that's a good idea, Eagle."

My Dad just looked at me. I looked right back. I wanted to know.

"Okay," my Dad said at last. He looked ... sad. "But I don't think it's that urgent, not right now. Next weekend if you don't mind, Hayley. Not before, Willie and Modesty and I have a lot to get through this week." He looked around the restaurant. "And I'd rather not talk about it here."

"Next weekend, sure." I was okay with that. This weekend had been something else. Anything more and my head was going to explode.

"Dinner with us, Eagle," Willie chipped in unexpectedly. "We're involved as well. Hayley deserves to know from all three of us. We can talk about that favor you asked for as well. Hayley should know about that. Before we start."

My Dad thought about that, then, slowly, he nodded. "Agreed."

Jesus, they all looked so serious. Even Rachel the airhead. I'd known her since I was five and I still had no idea what Dad saw in her. Okay, she was good looking, but she was a complete airhead. With no taste in boots or jackets. Whatever, that was Dad's business. Next weekend was fine with me, I'd just reschedule Mark. I was totally fine with that. But not Brad. Definitely I did not want to reschedule Brad. I was going to see if he was as good as Joe. Oh yes I was. Friday night was going to be Brad's lucky night. He just didn't know it yet. The thought warmed me right through. 

"How about Saturday night?" I asked. I hadn't said yes to Mark, I could push him out.

My Dad, Willie and Modesty all looked at each other. Modesty nodded. "Our ranch," she said. "We're moved in. It'll give me a chance to have Soo try out the kitchen."

Dad nodded. "Thanks Modesty."

That sounded just fine to me. But right now, I was starving and I needed to eat.

Tomorrow, I'd introduce Andrew to all my friends at High School. I couldn't wait to see their reactions when they heard that accent. And then training at Master Kim's. This was going to be totally fun. 

And shit! I was going to have to fit in another quick trip to the Drug Store.