 
                          December 10th, 2002
 
December 10th, 2002
 Dear Maggie, 
I cannot believe what has been happening lately. Everything has just
been such an awful mess that I can’t think straight! Last week
Wednesday I got home to hear screaming drifting down the stairs. I made
my way up the stairs quietly so as not to be heard, and peaked into the
slightly ajar door of my dad and Lori’s bedroom. I could see a suitcase
open on the bed and dresser drawers open. Clothes were everywhere as if
a twister had gone through the room and my father and stepmother were
in the very center of the sty. My dad was flailing his arms around
indicating the clothes everywhere.
 
"What were you planning on doing?! Leaving me?!" he yelled as she
stared up to him defiantly.
 
"Yes Jeffrey, that’s EXACTLY what I was planning on doing!"
 
"There’s no way I’m letting that happen, and I don’t care what I have
to do to stop you!" He said this as he grabbed her arm roughly and
threw her down to the floor. I heard a loud plunk as Lori’s head
collided with the bedpost that had been closer than either she or my
father had noticed. I held myself back and continued to watch through
the small gap between the door and the frame.
 
"Now shut your big mouth, and don’t struggle or I’ll make this ten
times more painful for you." He began to pull her shirt up over her
head and threw it across the room where it landed on a large
overstuffed leather chair. He was now straddling her down so she
couldn’t move anywhere, her trying to wriggle free. 

"Please don’t do this Jeffrey!" she said as she continued to struggle
beneath the middle aged man nearly twice her weight. He slapped her
hard across the face and began to unbutton her jeans, sliding the
zipper down and beginning to pull them down over her curvaceous hips.
For a woman in her late thirties her shape was still well defined, her
breasts not showing any sign of sagging, but rather staying perky and
perfectly lush. He tore her panties off and tossed them aside, and
moved his hands around to her back, unclasping her bra and pulling it
off allowing it to join her panties across the room. I wanted to stop
him...but I just couldn’t, Lori was so amazingly gorgeous and
incredibly sexy.
 
My father tore his shirt off revealing his six pack, despite his age he
kept in excellent shape, exercising everyday for at least 2 hours. He
stood momentarily to take his pants off and glared menacingly at Lori,
letting her know that if she ran she’d be caught. He pulled his boxers
off and let them fall to the floor around his ankles, stepping out of
them he returned to straddling Lori. She squirmed which just seemed to
encourage him more. Grabbing her wrists and pinning her arms down to
the ground and leaned to and placed his lips around her erect nipple. I
knew she hadn’t meant to become aroused, but it happened naturally. He
began to lick and suck on the pink nubbin. He moved over to her other
breast and repeated the process making sure that each nipple was
perfectly erect. I could hear her moan softly as he bit down on the
soft flesh of her tit. 

Letting go of her arms he slid his hands down her chest, tweaking her
nipples as his fingertips were passing over them. His left hand slid
down to her thigh and massaged the silky smooth skin. His other hand
slid along her cunt lips and pinched them together, the hood pressed
between them. She was moaning and wriggling, quite a nice sight though
I knew it wasn’t right what my father was doing. My cock was hard and I
could barely hold back from going to my room to jack off. I saw him
press two of his fingers in her slick twat, soon a third finger joined
the other two and he slowly slid them back and forth inside her. He
picked up speed and rammed his fingers in as deep as they could go
until Lori yelled out, her orgasm finally reaching its peak. 

My father pulled his fingers out of her cunt and spread her legs wide,
moving forward, his dick touching her awaiting twat lightly. Quickly he
rammed his dick deep into her depths and she screamed out with lust. He
began thrusting in and out of her roughly, her head hitting the bedpost
each time. This obviously turned him on more and he began pumping
harder and faster. She tried to move away from the post but to no
avail. He grunted and I could tell he had reached orgasm, she moaned
and I knew the show was over when my dad laid down on the floor
exhausted.
 
I rushed to my room and shut the door gently so as not to be heard.
Thinking over all of that I wished I had stopped it, Lori had been
raped. Regretting what I had failed to do I sat and thought for a few
hours before I head Lori call out "Dinner time!" 

Nothing really happened until Friday when I got home from school. I
went inside and it was strangely quiet. No arguing or televisions or
anything. Once I stepped out of the front hallway, I noticed the living
room was a mess. The vase on the small decorative pillar in the corner
was lying shattered on the ground, the pillar flat across the floor.
The flowers that had been on the table were scattered in a spot with
about a 5 feet radius. The vase tipped over and water spilled
everywhere. A side table was on its side and the lamp that had once
stood on it was lying on the ground with the shade tipped up and the
lamp itself cracked. I stared in awe and ran up the stairs to Lori’s
and my father’s room. Drawers had been ripped from the tracks of the
dresser and were lying all around the room, their contents spilled
everywhere. The closet had been torn apart, shirts and pants spewed
across the bed and nightstands. 

"LORI?! LORI ARE YOU HERE?!" I knew she hadn’t left because her
suitcase was still on the bed. I ran to every room in the house
searching to find her, but I found no one. The only two rooms that had
been torn apart were my parents and the living room. I ran to the
garage and punched in the code, only my dad’s car was gone. Lori’s 2001
Chevrolet Malibu remained parked where it had been the previous day. I
went back inside and decided to look a little closer for evidence of
what might have happened. The upstairs I guessed was where it had
started, so I went to Lori and dad’s room. There I noticed a little
patch of blood near the corner of Lori’s bureau. I saw blood droplets
everywhere all around the room, even some on the walls. I looked around
to see if there was anything lying around that may have caused the
blood spill but found nothing in plain site. Guessing it had really
started down in the living room I returned downstairs and began to
investigate the living room carefully. There...in the corner I saw the
old baseball bat my father had kept in the hall closet in case of
intruders. I figured he had been swinging it at Lori and had missed a
few times, probably because he was drunk or blinded by his rage.
Another puddle of blood lay close to the piano, and a small spray of it
on the wall. I’m guessing this is where my father had finally made
contact when he swung. I noticed a trail of blood from there as if he
had dragged Lori across the room the stairs. There were smaller blood
droplets on the stairs that I had not noticed before, I’m guessing he
had made Lori stand as they went up the stairs so it wouldn’t make as
much mess. At the top of the stairs I noticed a patch of blood on the
wall as if Lori had been pushed up against the wall, or had fallen
against it. From there a thin line of blood led into my parents room. 

I deduced that Lori had been in a rush and was trying to pack quickly,
therefore explaining the drawers ripped from her bureau, or dresser as
most call it. During her rush she hadn’t heard my father come home, and
from the noise he knew what she was doing upstairs. He had most likely
hidden in the hall closet with the bat waiting for Lori to come
downstairs. Once she had, probably from the phone ringing, he cornered
her in the living room and began to swing the bat at her. Once he made
contact he dragged her to the stairs, then had forced her to stand and
go up the stairs with him. At the top of the stairs she had probably
collapsed against the wall, him noticing she couldn’t go on her own he
dragged her to their bedroom. Once he saw the mess he’d thrown her
around a bit and hit her once more with the bat, making another puddle
of blood on the floor. He said that he would do anything to stop her,
and from all this I can tell he wasn’t joking. 

I debated whether or not to call the police, and decided against it. I
wanted to find out if this is how my mother had died. Mysterious
circumstances my ass. I knew that if my father came home and saw me
there that he may kill me also, so I grabbed my backpack and left
quickly. When I got home later that night I noticed the living room had
been cleaned up, the blood gone. The staircase and wall had been washed
clean of any trace of blood. I peaked into dad’s room and noticed the
drawers were put back in the bureau, the blood was no longer there, and
the clothes were hung up in the closet. I stepped back and heard my
father coming up the stairs, so I made it look as if I was coming out
of the bathroom.
 
"Where’s Lori?" I asked as he reached the top of the stairs.
 
"Well her and I got into a little argument today and she decided to
spend the weekend at her mother'’ house." He said this forgetting the
fact that I knew Lori’s mother had died two years ago.
 
"Oh...alright then." Quickly I turned away and went into my bedroom.
What I thought was true, I knew this was going to happen! I wondered
then why I hadn’t tried to stop him. Was I that selfish? No...I was
just confused and didn’t think he’d ever do anything like this.
 
The next day Sara called and asked if she could come over for a few
hours, she needed some time away from her place. Once she was in my
room I closed the door behind me and she stepped to me and kissed me
passionately. My hands slid around her shoulders and down her back, I
could feel her shudder and I grabbed her ass pulling her tight against
myself. Her tongue twirled around mine, I moved back slightly and
sucked her tongue gently. I pulled her up by her ass and she wrapped
her legs tight around my waist, running her fingertips in little
circles on my back. A shiver ran up my spine and I nibbled on her lower
lip gently. Still using one hand to hold her up my other hand slid up
to her breast and cupped it gently. I gave a gentle squeeze and she
moaned softly, her hands now sliding under the rim of her shirt. She
pulled it off quickly and let it fall to the floor. I moved my hand
from her tit and unclasped her bra, she pulled it off and exposed her
perfect, round tits. I twirked her nipples and ran my hands along the
silky surface of her breasts, pushing one of them up I sucked one of
her erect nipples into my mouth. She moaned and pressed towards me.
Twirling my tongue around her nipple I used my other hand to unzip her
skirt from the back. I switched to the other breast and flicked my
tongue against the firm nubbin. I sucked it into my mouth and bit down
lightly, she gasped and slid her hands underneath my shirt. I moved
back off her tit and she yanked my shirt off roughly, tossing it away
she leaned in and bit my neck. As she began to suck I moved her down
onto my bed and unwrapped her legs from around my waist. I pulled her
skirt down and off, then pulled my pants down and kicked them off. My
cock was sprung up out from under my boxers and she pulled my boxers
off quickly. I moved up and bit the edge of her panties, moving back so
that I pulled her panties off with my teeth and let them fall to the
floor.
 
"Please just fuck me now Mike! I can’t wait any longer!" she yelled
out. I rammed my dick deep inside her slick twat and she screamed
loudly with pleasure and pain at the same time. I began to thrust my
hips back and forth and she threw her head back in passion. I grabbed
her tits and squeezed them tight, tweaking her nipples while continuing
to pump my rod in and out of her hot juicy cunt. I could feel her pussy
pulsating and her cum dripping around my cock. She moaned loudly and
arched her back as she reached her peak. I could feel my load bubbling
up in my balls so I shoved my dick deep into her depths and filled her
with my cum. Feeling my seed splash inside her she moaned loudly and
tightened her pussy muscles. My prick began to shrink so I pulled out
and laid down beside her.
 
"That was amazing..." was the only words she said before the both of us
drifted off into a light sleep. 

Monday when I asked my dad why Lori hadn’t come home yet all he
responded with was, "I guess she decided to stay a little longer." Soon
I’ll figure out if this is what happened to my mother. But not right
now, I have to figure out how I could even figure this shit out. As for
now I must go. Adios mi amiga hermosa...
 
Yours truly,
 
Mike
 


December 20th, 2002
 Dear Maggie, 
Lately I have been feeling really sick, but I don’t know how to explain
it. I feel as if I’m getting weaker, and my entire body just aches. I’m
wondering if this could have anything to do with my lack of
concentration? I don’t think so. I’m not quite sure. I have a doctor’s
appointment tomorrow, I told my dad about it and he actually seems
concerned. 

Of course there’s been no contact from Lori. Something I’ve found
strange is my dad leaving everyday at around 4 o’clock. I don’t know
where he goes, he just tells me stuff like "I’m meeting a few friends
for the game" or "I’m going to the store quick" but he never comes home
with anything from the store.
 
Over the past week or so Sara and I have gotten together several times
and each time ended up like the one I wrote to you about. I think I’m
in love with her and I’m thinking of asking her if she’d like to go out
for dinner sometime. If she says yes, I’ll take money out of my bank
account and rent a limo for a night. I’ll pick her up and give her a
dozen red roses, then take her for a ride around Tenvis Park. After our
little romantic ride I’ll take her for dinner at a prestigious
restaurant up town. I just hope it all goes as planned so that I can
give her a really nice memory of her and I, instead of just sex.
 
I don’t know what’s wrong with me right now, I feel disoriented. I’m
tired from just writing this short note! Maybe I just need to go lay
down for a while....I’ll write in a few days and tell you how my
doctor’s appointment went, and what’s causing my sickness.
 
Always,
 
Mike
 


December 28th, 2002
 Dear Maggie, 
I hope you had a nice Christmas, then at least that way someone would
have. I went to the doctor on the 21st and got my blood drawn and the
doctor asked me a lot of questions. He asked me if I’d ever had sex
before and I truthfully answered yes, I had. After a few more questions
he told me I could go out in the waiting room while the tests were
being done on my blood. I went to the waiting room and sat in the next
to my dad, waiting for the doctor to call me back. After about 45
minutes, finally the doctor called me and I went back to his office. He
looked at me with serious expression and then down at the test results.
 
"I’ve found that the reason you’ve been so distracted and hyper active
is because of a disease called ADD, Attention Deficit Disorder. Now I
can put you on medication for this, if you think it necessary."
 
"No, I don’t think its necessary for medication. But it does make sense
that I have ADD."
 
He stared at me for a moment as if he had expected me to continue
talking. He then said, "Now that isn’t all that you have son."
 
"What do you mean?" I gave him a puzzled look and started to fidget
slightly.
 
"Well...the test confirms that you’re HIV Positive."
 
I starred at him for a long time, at least it seemed a long time.
Finally I choked out, "Are you sure?"
 
"The test says it right here."
 
My heart sank then and I knew that right there my entire life was going
to change. Nothing, no matter how hard I try, will ever be the same. I
know I contracted the disease from Sara, which makes it ten times
worse, because I love her. How could she do this to me? I don’t know,
but she did. 

The doctor left and told my father the news. My father came in and
placed his hand on my shoulder his grip very tight. I knew later I
would be beaten for this, I'd had sex, and that was against his rules.
Even worse was that I had contracted this disease from it, so now I’m
really screwed. Sure enough later that night my father was screaming
and ranting, punched me a few times then sent me to my room. Right
then, those punches were nothing compared to the pain I felt inside
that my love, my Sara, had given me this horrible disease.
 
She called me the next day and I told her I could never see her again,
she had hurt me worse than anyone else ever had or could. Now my life
is in danger because of her, and that is unacceptable. She cried and
apologized profusely saying that she didn’t think it was still in her
system. She said she had been treated for it a year previous and
thought she was clean. I told her to go to a doctor because she
obviously wasn’t and the disease had come back. Then I hung up and
locked myself in the attic, the one place I truly find peaceful.
 
I sat on a small loveseat that had probably not been used in at least
30-40 years or more. Looking around I noticed all the boxes and small
cases there were around the place. I got up and began to open the boxes
and look through each one looking at all of its contents. One was
filled with photo albums and I opened one and began to look through it,
finding pictures of myself around age five. My mother and my father
were smiling at me through the pictures and I realized how much I
really miss my mom. I put away the photo albums and returned downstairs.
 
Christmas was very uneventful, my dad didn’t even remember to buy me a
present. I pretty much sat around and watched Christmas editions of
shows like Charlie Brown and Garfield. Throughout the day the thought
of going back up to the attic passed through my mind many times; I just
couldn't face seeing pictures of my mother on Christmas day. I’d wish
she were here too much and probably end up more of an emotional mess
than I was already.
 
Nothing really has happened since then, no word from Lori, nothing. I
think I may go up to the attic again soon though. I’ll write soon. 

Sincerely,
 
Mike
 
