Statute of Limitations
                                                           by
                                                    Dick  Barsky

                         I sat quietly watching Doctor Edwards as he inserted a   cassett into his tape recorder. I also visually examined him, seeing a little man in a wrinkled grey suite wearing a white shirt that had a frayed collar and a necktie that was not in style, it being too wide. At the same time his brown shoes, not black, needed polishing. Nonetheless, inspite of his appearance he had been highly reccomended to me by close friends. Reportedly he was the best in his field as a psychiatrist, sepcializing in sexual abuse cases.
                      Doctor Edwards took a seat in a high back, brown leather chair. After making himself comfortable he reached for the tape recorder placed next to him and pushed the "ON" button. He then began to speak. " For the record I am Doctor Alexander Edwards.The patient will identify herself and acknowledge that she has requested treatment. The patient will also during treatment have her and  my conversation recorded for the purpose of medical and case referal during treatment. If you so agree please state your name, age, and if possible your current problem".
                      I cleared my throat and said, "My name  is Martha Baines. I am twenty seven years old and I am here because I was sexually abused for the past two years and I feel that I need the help and services of Doctor Edwards."
                      Doctor Edwards made some notes on a tablet attached to a clipboard nodded his head and asked," My question to you Martha at this time is are you comfortable enough to tell me at this time exactly what happened to you?"
                       "Yes...Yes I am"
                      "Good. now I want you to relax and tell me what happened. Start at the beginning if you can"
                      "The beginning.. my memory returned to the afternoon of that summer day two years ago and I began to speak. It was a Friday. I had been looking forward to the weekend. I had nothing in particular planned, but just getting away from the stress and strain of finances, the public and problems related to the bank would be relaxing and enjoyable.
                       It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when I answered the telephone that was ringing on my desk. "Spartan Savings and Loan. This is Martha Baines. how can I help you?", I said, giving the usual, required telephone protocol.
                      "Martha?...this is Anita Chambers. How are you dear?', the voice on the other end of the line asked.
                      "I was taken by surprise. Anita Chambers was the president and C.E.O of the bank. Rarely did she call or associate with her employees, unless there was a problem. In an instant, i began to worry. I remember my mind racing, trying to retrace my actions attempting to  consider any mistakes that I had made during the past thirty days. Thinking of none I responded with a stammered answer. I'm fine Miss Chambers and you?"
                      "Peachy and busy. I know that you must be also, so I'll get right to the point. I'm inviting you to dine with me tonight at my place. Let's say eight o'clock. There are several things I wish to discuss with you in relation to the bank in general and your branch in particular. Can you make it?" she asked.
                      "How could I say no? Beside the fact that I had nothing planned, other than eating a warmed up frozen dinner and eating alone again or dining with the big boss, I'd be a fool to pass up a chance to further my career." Yes I can Miss Chambers. How nice of you to invite me. Should I bring any particular files or documents with me?" I asked.
                     "Call me Anita...No files are necessary. What we will be discussing I want answers right off the top of your head..And don't bring wine..I've got a complete celler full..please don't be late. You know where I live..correct".
                     "Yes..I do", I replied.
                     "Good..I know that you will want to go home and fresen up ..feel free to leave at any time that you think is reasonable. you have my permission", said Anita.
                     "Thank you, Miss Chambers", I answered.
                     "Anita"
                    "Yes..of course..Anita"..I corrected myself. "She did not say good by. She just hung up the phone?.
                     Closing time at the bank on Friday is at six, p.m..I left at five o'clock, drove home, shaved, showered and shampooed and hopefully made my self as attractive yet as professional appearing as possible. I decided on wearing a fairly new, yellow sundress and white sandals, Satisifed I left my apartment in plenty of time and drove to Anita's arriving in something like fifteen minutes early.
                      I remember ringing the door bell and waiting. One of the maids opened the door and smiled. "Miss Baines/', she asked. "I answered yes and was escorted into a large, foyer. There stood Anita, tall, tanned, slim and with auburn hair  p
rofessionally styled, very attractive. Although she was forty years old she appeared to be thirty. She wore a one piece, rose colored jump suit with a white floral design."
                      "You are early!..I like that..I can't stand to be kept waiting.How are you Martha?", said Anita.
                      "Fine, thank you", I answered.       
                      " Good...Le't go into my study..It;s more comfortable there and private. I don't like my business being over heard by the servants..But, first, I'm going to have a drink..What would you like, or don't you drink?"
                       "I do on certain occaisions", I replied.
                      " Then you'd better have one...This might be a certain occaision", Anita countered.
                      " Not understanding her comment I decided to play it safe. I'd like a vodka and tonic if it is not too much trouble", I said
                    " No trouble  at all...Ice?", asked Anita
                    " Please, I answered..After a few minutes Anita handed me my drink. I thanked her and took a sip. Then, I began looking for a place to sit."
                   "Why don't you sit on the couch?...I think that you will find it very comfortable. I had it made in Italy. It has very fine and actually very soft leather" Anita suggested.
                   "I took a seat and leaned back, trying to relax. I decided to start a conversation. Is there something in particular that you want to speak to me about my branch office?" I asked.
                  "Certainly..many things..right off the top of my head I am interested in who in your office can replace you" said Anita
                  "I almost choked on my drink with ther announcement. Am I going somewhere?" I asked.
                 " Oh yes...I just haven't decided where as yet, but possibly I'll make a decision before the night is over"
                 "I remember asking myself mentally, am I about to be fired, or promoted"
                 Anita then changed the subject. "I am also concerned about the appearance of your branch. The building is old, yet solid compared to today's construction. I plan to refurbish, but in doing so means disrupting the flow of your cutomers", what's your opinion? she asked.	
                " Have the company you hire to work after our closing hours and or on weekends when we are closed. And, do that after a one or two week advertising campaign letting our present and future customers be aware that we are modernizing", I responded.
               " Excellent..an excellent idea. O.K. let's go eat", bring your drink" said Anita.  
               " We talked as we dined, Anita discussed other things she had on her mind in relation to the bank. She asked me my opinion on how to increase the sales of certificates of deposit. When I suggested that the problem was the current low interest rate she just nodded. Eventually we got around to the usual girl talk, fashion, recipes, art, music, fine dining, travel, all topics of conversation that she had a vast knowledge of due to her financial ability to enjoy it all.
                 " One of the maids came into the room to clear the table".
               "Thank you Amanda. When you and Grace are finished you can leave. I'll see you both in the morning". Anita looked at me and smiled. 
              "Well, we have much more to discuss. Let's go back to the study where we can relax and put our minds to problem solving" Anita suggested.
              "As we walked back to the study I was somewhat surprised when Anita put her arm around my waist, but didn't read anything into the move at that time. Once in the study she took a seat on the couch and I chose a chair across the room from her. I sat waiting for her to begin the conversation".
             " How long have you been with the bank", she asked.
            "Six years..I started as a teller, back when your father was alive", I answered.
              "Oh yes,..Dear old father...speaking of fathers didn't you just recently lose yours?", asked Anita
              " Yes...to prostate cancer..at the end he really suffered", I replied.
              "I'm so sorry..when did he pass away?" Anita asked.
             "Its been almost a year and a half now", I answered.
              "A shame..My father died from pressure, over work and the stress of business. He never relaxed..Just worked..Finally, a heart attack took him", said Anita.
              "I know..I remember", I responded. Our conversation was interrupted by the sounds of the servants leaving the house as a door slammed shut  after them. I looked at my watch noticing the time."
             " Oh my..look at the time..It's way past ten..I don't want to keep you from anything..Thank you for dinner. I'll get going, unless you have anything else to discuss with me", I said
             "As a matter of fact there are other things I want to talk to you about...things I want you to do for me". said Anita.
            "Fine...just say the word", I answered.
            "Good..first of all I want to make love to you"Anita said in a low voice.
            " I was stunned. I kept asking myself if I had heard her right. I waited for her to smile, to laugh, to announce that it was a joke or say that she was only kidding. Instead, she just kept looking at me, waiting for my reaction. finally, I knew I had to speak. "You've got to be kidding...right?, I said in a shakey voice."
            " On the contrary..I've never been more serious..I've wanted your pretty little ass for some time. The more I see you..the more I want it..And I want it now,,here..tonight", answered Anita in a calm, but authoritive voice".
            "I remember getting up out of the chair, taking my pocketbook off of the table and shaking my head. "Sorry..I'm not into leasbian sex.  Again, thanks for dinner. I hope that my refusal to your ah..let's say..ah..sexual invitation won't be held against me, particulalry at work. I said, as I headed for the study door. Anita looked at me and smiled. However, as I recall it all now it was a scornfull smile, almost evil".
            "Before you leave, I have one other question Martha", said Anita.  
           "And, that is?" I asked.
          " When did you decide that you got away with embezzeling a hundred thousand dollars from the Bader account?, asked Anita in a calm voice.
           "I stopped reaching for the door knob, stood frozen as a cold sweat enveloped my body. I closed my eyes in fear. I bit my lower lip as thoughts,excuses, lie raced through my mind looking for an answer. Finding nothing that would justify the accusation I turned slowly to face my accuser. "I'm sorry terribly sorry...When my dad's insurance ran out I needed money for his cancer treatments..The cost kept increasing as his condition got worse. I'll pay it back..I promise, I said almost in a whisper".
           " Sorry...can't do that..it would mean that I'm involved in a cover up..bad for business..bad for me, replied Anita.
           "Then...what else can I do?, I asked."
           "You can start by giving yourself to me, answered Anita.
           "No..I won't do that...i'll think of something..I'm leaving I said".
           "While you're thinking  of something, think what it is going to be like giving your sweet, little pussy to the white and black dykes in the pententiary. Dykes who will pass you around and sell your ass, just for a pack of cigarettes. Consider if you are better off giving me that little piece of ass or giving it to them over a period of...hell let's say three to five years, explained Anita."
            "I turned slowly from the door and looked at her." You bitch!..You no good bitch..Have you no decency?..Oh, you perverted bitch, I said in anger.
             "Pervert?..I don't think so..Actually I'm  bisexual..I like a man if he can do the job..But I also like women, because I know I can do the job. However, now I'm getting bored with this..I tried to be nice, careful even gentle with you..But you had to develope an attitude..Now I'm pissed. either take your clothes off and come over here to me or get the hell out of here. But, be ready to be arrested in the morning. all I have to do is call my lawyers...they'll do the rest", threatened Anita.
             " It was at that moment that I knew that she had me. I did not want to go to prison. Weighing my two options of prison or lesbian sex with Anita, the smart choice would be to submit to her, to do it, to get it over with, be done with it. What do you want me to do?, I asked.
             "First, take off your dress", she instructed.
            "I placed my pocketbook on an end table and with my eyes closed, reached back and unzipped the dress. Leaning forward I shook my shoulders and the yellow sundress slid slowly down my arms thendropped to the floor. I stood there in my bra and panties."
             "Now...the bra", ordered Anita.
             "I stepped out of the puddle of yellow cloth surrounding my ankles, kicked it aside, then reached back and unhooked the bra strap, again letting it slide down my arms an on to the floor. When my breasts were exposed I heard Anita take in a sharp, breath.
             "Very nice..lovely in fact...now the panties"
            "I did as I was told, then stood completely nude in front of her except for the white sandals I wore. I looked at the woman who was now humiliating me and I saw a different woamn, one now that was not the head of a financial institution, but one  filled with lust, and desire".
             "Now..come here to me she ordered"
            "I walked slowly to where she sat on the couch. I stopped and stood before her. Iclosed my eyes as she ran her hand slowly up and down my inner thighs, the back of her hand touching my labia."
            "You are gorgeous..Simply gorgeous..you have no idea of just how long I've wanted you like this. you are so petite..blond, immaculate, lovely...and I'm going to have you at last. Sit down and take off your sandals, said Anita, almost in a whisper..
             She got up and dimmed the light. Then she slowly removed the jump suit. She now stood completely nude in front of me. I was surprised that she had no pubic hair, apparently keeping that area shaved. She could have passed for a fashion model. There were no signs of aging, no sagging, no wrinkles, no signs of plastic surgery or reconstruction. The woman had it all, brains, beauty and money...lots of money..She returned and sat next to me, placingan arm around me..Scared?, she asked.
             " No...nervous"..I answered.
            " Relax, but before we start..I want you to know that my interest in you goes back a long time. I had the best private detectives investigating you. For instance..I know that you had your first sexual intercourse with a boy when you were fifteen..As a freshman in high school you experimented with your best girl friend with kissing each other and feeling each other up..neither one of you went any further..I could go on, but to prove my point I'll just say this..You got over your period six days ago...see I even know your cycle..how's that for knowing you?"
            " I sat there amazed. I couldn't believe that someone would go to all that expense and trouble to eventually force me to bend to their will...But, she did...Anita did..With her arm around me she gently moved me so that she could kiss me and she kissed me long and hard..with the second kiss she cupped my right breast with her left hand and as she stroked me she whispered,"Lovely,,just lovely..She lowered her head and placed her lips around a nipple, then licked..and sucked, breathing heavy..sighing."
             " I can't believe that you're really here..god I've waited so long for this, she whispered as she kissed me again, this time slipping her tongue gently into my mouth. I didn't resist, but her kiss and touch did nothing for me."
             "I felt her hand move in an attempt to place it between my legs and I moved quickly to escape the searching fingers.Please dont..i pleaded".
             "Anita suddenly sat up..Get up!...Get dressed...And get the hell out of here!...Go!..Get Out!, she screamed"
              "Are you serious?, I asked".
              "You bet your sweet ass I'm serious..I'm  also serious about reporting you in the morning, she threatened.
               "Please don't Anita..Please try to understand that this is new to me. I've never had sex with a woman...My plea seemed to calm her down'
               "Alright..but listen to me...no more resisting me..Resist me again,,complain..whine..or stall and you are out of here..do you understand?, she threatened.'
              "Yes...I understand I answered. She took me in her arms again and began what I can only describe as foreplay. She fondled my breasts, sucked and licked the nipples and then slowly moved her hand between my legs finally reaching and touching my labia. She gently and slowly  moved the tip of her finger up and down between the folds, then attempted to enter me. I remember that it hurt".
             " Are you resisting me? she demanded".
             "No,,no it hurts,,that;s why I moved, I explained.
            "Slide forward, she ordered."
            "I did as I was told and once again she put her arm around me and continued the love making. When her hand got near my vagina she whispered in my ear...Do you masturbate?"
            "If she knew my menstrual cycle, i had to assume that she knew alot more..Occaisionally, I answered".
             "Inside or out?, she asked as she rubbed my clitoris gently"
            "Outside'
            "Never inside?..no toys?
            "No..I answered.
            "Let's see if you take a finger inside whether or not you'll like it", suggested Anita.
             "I knew I couldn't say no..couldn't resist in any way. And, I didn't. She took me in a long embrace. As she kissed me she slowly inserted a finger in me....and I remember..I remember..moaning slightly as she did..She whispered to me again..like it don't you?"
              "To say no could have been interpreted as resisting, so I remained silent"
              "Let's try two fingers, she suggested and again she slid another finger into me..I remember moaning as she stretched me. Now, with two fingers in me she began moving them in and out, slowly at first then a little faster while at the same time using the tip of her thumb to rub my clitoris."
              "Ever since puberty my left nipple has been very sensitive . Actually if a guy could get me at the right time and work the left nipple he could probably get into me pants..But alot of guys missed out. But, as Anita worked her fingers and thumb..some how..maybe instinctively her mouth searched for and found the left nipple,As she sucked it and licked i became aroused."
             " Like it don't you...you like it alright..Oh baby you are getting so wet..I want you to cum for me..I want to hear you cry out..I want to hear you beg me to let you cum..you'll do that for me..won't you sweetie..And don't try and fake it..I'm a woman..i know what a climax is..I know what an orgasm is, she said as she continued to finger me".
             I had to admit that  she was stimulating me. Unable to resist I just closed my eyes and placed the back of my head on the back of the couch".
            "That's it..That's it sweetie..now open your legs a little wider anf give itto me, Anita ordered in a whisper."
            "I opened my legs and positioned my body where I knew she wanted it and when I did I heard her give a low moan".
            "You little bitch...you're making me cum..This is the second climax I've had with you...now, it's your turn Martha..come on..cum for me...One time baby..you're almost there".
            "She was right..the last sex I had was eight months ago in Aruba with a guy I had met on the beach..He was quick and I had not been satisfied. Now, after all that time my body seemed to be responding to its need for release, reacting to sexual  stimulation regardless of who or what was creating it and I felt the need for release building inside of me. I think that Anita sensed that feeling I was having and she began talking to me".
            "You're almost there, she said. With that she stood up and said, Lie down. I did what she wanted. Then she sat down  at my feet. Reaching forward she gently parted my legs."
           "Have anyone ever gone down on you?, she asked almost in a whisper".
           "No, I answered. Anita leaned forward. My body jolted when for the first time in my life human lips were placed there, between my legs and as her tongue slipped between my folds. I began to experience feelings and pleasure that I had never felt before. She licked and sucked my clitoris, then penetrated me with her tongue. As I became more excited she placed two fingers inside of me, working them in unison with her oral effort.
            As I became more aroused, I began to move my hips involunterily. Anita then placed her arms under my legs, then placed a hand on top of each thigh allowing her to hold me in place, that place that she wanted me. Unable  to escape the pleasure she was giving me I began to moan. She looked up at me and spoke."
            "Like it don't you..I can tell..Damn you're so wet..That's what I want sweetie..This is what i pictured..Having you like this..At last.......god you're delicious".
            As she spoke  a feeling came over me, a feeling that I can only compare to a clear blue sky that slowly turned grey. Then, in that grey sky dark clouds appeared. The dark clouds turned the sky black. Them lighting bolts began exploding out of the sky. Lightning that flashed and flashed and flashed each bolt striking, each bolt lifting me up, each bolt making sounds come from deep in my throat. A sudden might wind then appeared and it swept over me, leaving me spent, weak, helpless..but fulfilled.Anita sat up, then very slowly moved over me".
             "Open your legs", she said.
            As I did I felt her wetness as she accidently brushed against my leg. The, in between my open legs she positioned her clitoris next to mine and slowly began to move. She had her eyes closed as she rubbed herself on  me. As she moved she spoke, she moaned, she sighed. As increased the movement of her hips she kissed me, long deep, her tongue inside of my mouth. When she moved her head I could see our shadow on the wall caused by the dim light and I could see the outline of her buttocks moving up and down, up and down. The, I felt her body begin to shudder. She let out a little scream. I felt the sweat seep out of her body as she went through her orgasm. Spent, exhausted, she remained on top of me until her body returned to normal. Then she slowly got up and without saying a word, left the room"
             "I began to cry..I don't know if I cried because of what I was forced to do, or because I had liked it, but I cried. I stopped crying when Anita came back into the room, now cover by a silk robe.
             "Stop your blubbering...It won't get you anywhere",she said
            "I looked up and she tossed me a towel"
            "Here...clean yourself up..The bathroom is down the hall to your left..Let yourself out..When I want you again I'll call you..don't call me..The next time we'll use the bedroom", she directed.
            "Next time?..I gave you what you wanted and you are saying there will be a next time..how long will this be going on?I asked.
            "I don't know..What's the statute of limitations for embezzelment in this state..five years?,,seven years?..look it up,she said as she left the room".

                                      To Be Continued