It is a great feeling to be in charge after Mrs. Lawson pretty much ran me around the sex Olympics. I speed up and instead of pulling Kim back into me keep her in place and give it to her. I'm sweating a little, Kim is moaning a lot and I stop thrusting leaving half inside her as we both catch our breath. I lean forward and move my hand around her waist to her stomach and down further, finding her clit in the light fur on her pussy and rubbing it. Kim squeaks as I touch her and begins backing into me hard so I respond by
fucking her back hard but I don't stop rubbing her clit.
"Holy shit your dick feels so fucking good… I'm gonna cum…," she repeats the last part over and over.
It doesn't take too long for Kim to shake and clamp down on me as her orgasm rushes through her body. I simply hold on and keep pounding letting my own control go and as she almost collapses face first on her bed with her ass in the air I pull out and spray down her crack. I don't lose complete control of my senses as I cum and once I finish I lay down next to Kim on my back. We breathe, we relax and after a short bit Kim gets up and heads off to what I can only assume is her bathroom. I hear water and some shuffling around as I push myself to the head of the bed and rest my head on a pillow. Kim returns all naked with her small breasts and nice wide ass pulling down blankets out from under me and pulling them back up over us after crawling into bed. I want to say something but a finger over my lips gives me the impression that it's quiet time. We relax, I think about how well that went considering it might not have and when Kim rolls over I spoon up against her.
I figured I'd cuddle with Kim for a bit, we'd talk and then it'd get dressed and head home. So as light is coming through her bedroom window I realize that plan I had last night is fucked, worse now Kim isn't next to me. I get up, put pants on and head out into the apartment to find Kim with a robe on drinking coffee and eating oatmeal. She smiles at me as I sit down.
"So that was… unique," Kim tells me smiling.
"Last night," I ask and she nods.
"Here I am trying to give you relationship advice one minute and the next I'm having sex with a guy," we both smirk at her use of my name as a word," I could have babysat."
"Does that make it awkward," I ask and she shakes her head.
"No but usually men are expecting me to do something different since I am Filipino but I was raised in Arizona," Kim informs me and I laugh a little at the stereotype.
"Well I'm just glad I didn't completely ruin our night," I joke and she laughs with me.
Breakfast is short but good and I finish dressing and decide to not ask questions about what this means since I have a feeling I already know. It was nice; she needed it more than I did probably but long term like I'm looking for? Kim isn't it. However it's nice to have someone who has been there to mend your wounds to talk with about things and that is a good thing I believe. I head down to the apartment parking lot and back to where I parked my car… okay I think I parked my car here? I walk around the lot and keep looking for my car and finally realize it's not here. Stolen, someone stole my car. I send out a message to Mom letting her know I'm sorry that I didn't come home but I'm safe just having a couple problems and that I'll tell her everything, okay mostly everything, when I see her at home. I don't get an immediate response but I notice my messages from online and one from a new person. I read the message and almost threw my phone against the ground.
Hey, so when you get this you'll probably be pissed off but your car is at Dutch's garage. We'll work out the details on your payment with Dutch when you get here. –Imelda
I know where the shop is from here, it's a good distance away and I stop off and catch a bus. I was just getting used to driving and now I'm back on the bus heading to one of the top five last places I want to be. I hop off the bus after about forty five minutes or so and march into Dutch's Auto Repair and Body Work.
"Where is my car," I ask and a couple mechanics look at me for a second.
"Hey there you are, Imelda said you'd be showing up," Dutch greets me with a smile, I'm not smiling.
"I want my car back now," I tell him and he loses his smile.
"Take it easy son," Dutch begins and I cut him off.
"I'm not your son, don't ever call me that, ever. Return my car or I will call the police and have you arrested for possession of stolen property," I tell the Dutch who shrugs.
I watch him head past his maintenance bays and into a separate part of the shop. There are tubes and air compressors all over the room. I see my car covered with tape on a tarp that has been laid across the floor. Best part is the old gray/silver glitter paint has been stripped off and now it's just bare metal. Imelda, the female mechanic, has a sander or something in her hand and looks tired but smiles at me for a moment before realizing I'm not in a good mood.
"You got my message," she says, trying to be positive.
"That you stole my car? It'll help when I file criminal charges," I reply to her before turning to Dutch," And possession of stolen property doesn't look good for you either."
"Listen, kid," he says kid and I scowl," alright. We already stripped her down, it'll be a week plus but we can do the job you wanted. Normal price and all."
"What part about 'I didn't hire you to do anything and your employee stole my car' are you not understanding," I ask and he tries to guide me out of the room," Don't fucking touch me."
I take my phone out and begin to make a call but as usual for the area it's taken out of my hand by Dutch and he is giving me a slightly pleading yet forceful expression.
"Listen kid, be reasonable. Bad things happened and we're just trying to make some sort of amends and…," I am done listening so I leave," Kid, kid come back for a minute."
I don't reply, I don't turn, I just keep walking and I plan. First get to Mr. Delauter's business and tell him everything since I was trying to call him anyway. Second come down here with police and my Step Dad/Lawyer to witness charges being filed and assholes being taken to jail. Third, see about buying the building and have the whole thing razed to the earth and salt the ashes. Okay not much chance of the last part but I can hope. I get halfway to the bus stop and am almost knocked to the ground as someone tries to stop me by grabbing my long sleeve shirt by the shoulder. I catch myself and get up wiping grit from my hands as I see Imelda, the bitch, standing there in her white painter coverall.
"Hey Dutch was trying to talk to you and make shit right," she says and I'm really not in the mood.
"What part of talking is going to make anything right," I ask and she sighs.
"Maybe seeing things from the other side for a change? Maybe seeing that some people do shit and maybe when they realize the fucked up the only thing they can do is be real about it and apologize," Imelda informs me and I shake my head.
"So people steal from me, twice. I've been beaten up for years. I'm stabbed and left for dead to bleed out in an alley to die and I'm supposed to sit down and talk with them to help them feel better? Are you normally this deluded or is this because you've been breathing paint fumes," I leave the last part as a joke.
"It's wrong but you ain't letting anyone make it right the right way. We gotta do something," she says and it's like I'm in church.
"How about leaving me the fuck alone? Did anyone even consider that," I ask and she shrugs.
"You did my family a solid, you didn't know but you called off whatever on my cousin. What you did for me because I asked," she says and I stop her.
"I did that because it was the right thing to do. You didn't ask either," I say it and she begins to protest," You said that if I was such a good person I'd do something about it. Now I did and less than a day later you steal my car and take it to your asshole boss."
"First off he's not an asshole; he looks out for his employees like family. Second, yes I took your car to get that shitty paint job pulled off and help everyone by making a little money, I could have had it chopped somewhere or sold but all I was trying to do was get you talking," Imelda says explaining herself.
"Well hold onto the car and the phone because when I come back I'm bringing a lawyer worth more than your entire shop and the police," I state before attempting to turn around, she stops me again.
"Listen, I'll make you a deal. You let us do the job, pick the color and everything like a normal customer but if you don't like it I'll pay for the whole thing or we'll redo it," she's trying to pitch me on the business," And I have your phone."
This Imelda woman hands me back my phone which I take cautiously and debate about starting my phone call to Mr. Delauter. I put the phone away for now as she waits for an answer.
"Why should I? You're so keen to do all this for my business? You're trying to win me over so I'll talk to your cousin," I ask questions trying to find her angle.
"Well one I don't want to go to jail, that's a big one for me and you could probably do it even though I'm trying to change your mind about some of us," She explains and I wait," And two because that paint job they had on there was shit and if you like the work you might get some upscale clients to come in and everybody wins."
"You want to change my mind about some of you," I ask and she nods," What about gang members and their accomplices?"
"No, Latinos. You come off as racist to someone who doesn't know what happened to you," she explains and I shrug.
"And I care what people think," I ask and she nods.
"Yeah, unless you're an animal. People care what other people think about them, especially people who say they don't. Give us the chance, it's a two grand job what you were asking for," she says and I didn't ask for anything," You saved your spots in the book for color and what you wanted."
I walk back to the shop and she keeps pace smiling a little, not super confident but a little happy I guess. It takes her a minute to pull Dutch aside and I pay for the whole thing right there as Imelda stares at the cash I just laid down. I'm writing a receipt and time for expected completion is posted on it. I take my copy and leave, no point in standing around while they work if it's going to be more than a week. Nobody follows me or comes after me as I make it to the bus stop and head towards home. I'm not greeted much coming in since it looks like the only ones home are Bethany who is in her room and Rosa who gives me a smile and a wave as I leave her to her work. I shower, change and settle down into my room to relax only to get a knock at my door. Bethany enters when I offer entrance and seeing me has a sad look on her face.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't want them to come after you anymore," she informs me and I remember the conversation yesterday over the phone.
"I don't know if it was guilt or shame or whatever that made you threaten to hurt Marta if anything happened to me but you have to know that violence to her isn't something I'd want. You can't hurt someone just because you got hurt or someone close to you got hurt," I explain and she nods," Thank you for trying though."
"But you didn't want it and hated the idea," Beth clarifies, a little confused.
"I didn't like the idea, yes but you wouldn't do it if you didn't care a little about me or love Mom like you do," I state because it's the truth as I see it," It's where the thought came from that counts and you were trying to help me."
"I don't want to lose Mom and she doesn't treat me like she did before. I understand why and I did that," Beth says leading me to something," I'm still seeing Dr. Hill and I would like it if you'd rejoin our sessions."
"Why and probably not," I ask and state my answer.
"Because she has shown me a lot over the past few months and while I heard you out you never got to hear me get questioned," she has a decent argument except for the fact I hate Dr. Hill.
"Well honestly I don't care about the why anymore, I didn't really care a couple months ago when everyone swore there would be a change in how I was treated. Why isn't important to me, I'm just looking at where I'm going and what I'm doing from this point forward," I explain and she nods a little.
"Well I still have another plan for you, it might not do much but it'll make a couple people sweat and nobody will get hurt," Beth says and now I'm interested.