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After returning to their hotel room for the night, Mrs. Hartford was pacing around until her husband said, "You haven't had much to say all night. What's the matter?"
"I feel like something's wrong with Anne," she replied.
"You're worrying over nothing."
"Can you honestly tell me you don't think it's odd how much time she's spending with Jeff?" she snapped.
"I’ll admit, it is a little odd, but it's not like this happened out of the blue. Think about it, after the robbery, she saw him in a completely different light. He's like a hero to her. And don't forget they shared that experience, so it would only make sense that they'd grow closer because of it."
"I know, but…"
"Look, I know you're concerned, but you've already hired Kyle to keep an eye on them. And if something is going on, then we'll know before too long. You don't have anything to worry about though. Jeff is always looking out for her; he would never do anything to hurt her."
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"Stop, stop," shouted Anne.
After pulling out of her, Mr. Bailey quickly asked, "Are you all right?" Anne shook her head as she cringed and clenched her legs together. Mr. Bailey instructed her to lay down while he felt around on his nightstand for a moment before reaching down to apply a small amount of lubricant to her. The second his hand touched her, she grabbed it as hard as she could, causing him to say, "It's okay. This'll help." It took her a second, but she finally let go of him. While he was trying to ease her pain, he said, "I'm so sorry. I thought I was going slow enough, but…"
"It's my fault," she interjected, "I should have said something sooner. I just didn't want you to stop."
"Anne, I told you not to do that," replied Mr. Bailey in a much more serious tone.
"I know; I'm sorry," she replied as a few tears slipped from her eyes.
Mr. Bailey now pulled her into his embrace while he continued to work at easing her pain. As he held her, he was now having second thoughts about what they were doing. After a few more minutes, he finally said, "Maybe we should just stop."
"No, please," she pleaded. Mr. Bailey remained silent. Believing his decision was final, Anne laid her head back down.
Mr. Bailey now let out a heavy sigh as he said, "If you really want to keep going, we can." As soon as he said that, Anne threw her arms around him and thanked him again and again. Mr. Bailey then spoke sternly as he continued to say, "But I don't want you pulling that again. If anything feels off, you tell me." She nodded, then Mr. Bailey returned to his calm demeanor as he leaned in and kissed her on the head.
With Mr. Bailey's gentle touch working its magic, it didn’t take long before Anne's soreness subsided and was replaced with pleasure once more. Once she told him she was ready, he pulled her back on top of himself and said, "Just like before, we'll take it slow."
After easing himself in, Mr. Bailey tried out a few different speeds and rhythms until one caught Anne's attention. "Wait, do that again," she said.
He paused, then started a slow, deep thrust as he replied, "You mean this?"
"Yeah, but could you go a little faster?"
"If you think you can handle it." Mr. Bailey placed his hands on her waist as he quickened his pace. Each thrust drove him deeper, sending Anne into new levels of pleasure she had yet to experience, while simultaneously pushing all of Mr. Bailey’s doubts and fears from his mind.
After enjoying the ride for several minutes, Anne decided to take the initiative and change things up. She took hold of Mr. Bailey’s hands and moved them off her waist, then laid flat and used her arms to prop herself up. Mr. Bailey was curious about what she was doing but didn't want to stop to ask, so he kept up his pace as he watched her moving about.
Once she had herself positioned, she started rolling her hips back, matching the rhythm of each thrust and forcing him deeper than before. Mr. Bailey now let out a loud grunt of surprise, then looked up to see Anne grinning down at him.
They continued this way for a while until it was obvious Anne was getting tired. After admitting she was getting worn out, Mr. Bailey wrapped his arms around her and told her to relax. She nodded, then laid down as he took over.
Faster and more forcefully, their hips slapped together as the heat was building around them. With each passing second, Anne's breathing grew heavier. She could feel her heart throbbing throughout her whole body, pulsating rhythmically to each thrust. The pleasure built and built and built until she forced her hips back one final time, arched her back and cried out in absolute ecstasy before collapsing from exhaustion.
Mr. Bailey now gave a few final thrusts before all his muscles gave out, leaving him spent. Hot, panting and barely awake, they both rested in one another's arms. Once Anne was able to catch her breath, she said, "Mr. Bailey…"
"Yeah?" he answered with an equally breathless response.
"I love you."
Hearing her say those words brought a smile to his face as he immediately replied, “I love you too, Anne.” He then leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. Overcome with a mixture of exhaustion and pleasure, it didn't take long for either of them to fall asleep.
Chapter 6
"Anne…Anne, it's time to wake up," whispered Mr. Bailey shortly after waking the following morning.
"Do I have to?" she grumbled.
"Your parents will be here in about an hour, and we need to get cleaned up."
"Can't I just lay here with you?"
"If you hurry up and get ready, we can lay together until your parents get here."
"Okay," she replied cheerfully as she crawled out of bed.
Leaving Anne to gather up her clothes, Mr. Bailey now walked across the hall and climbed in the shower. As he was rinsing off his face, he heard the light crinkling of the shower curtain being moved. He then turned to see Anne playfully smiling at him, causing him to chuckle and say, "Whatcha doin?"
"You said I needed to get cleaned up," she replied in a flirtatious tone as she leaned up against him.
"Well, I was just about to get out, so…"
"No, stay for a few minutes," she said as she held onto his arm.
"Oh, all right,” he said with a smirk, “but just for a few minutes.”
While they were showering, Mr. Bailey’s phone started to ring. Knowing he would try to leave, Anne blocked his path and kept him around until the ringing stopped. The phone then rang again, so Mr. Bailey attempted to slip past her before she could stop him. However, the combination of soapsuds and his quick movement caused his feet to slide out from under him, resulting in him landing flat on his back with Anne lying on top of him. While Mr. Bailey groaned, Anne giggled as she asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm more embarrassed than hurt."
"That's what you get for trying to sneak out on me."
"I guess so," he laughed as he got back to his feet and climbed out of the shower.
When Mr. Bailey checked his phone, he saw Anne's father had tried calling. As he was calling back, Anne came into the room and asked, "Who was it?"
"Your dad. He didn't leave a message, so I'm…," Mr. Bailey cut off his conversation with Anne when he heard Mr. Hartford's voice. "Brad, did you just try calling?"
"Yeah, I wanted to let you know we're going to be running late. I guess there was a bad accident on the highway and traffic isn't moving," replied Mr. Hartford.
"How long do you think you'll be?"
"Unless they open up another lane soon, I'd say two or three hours."
"Really?"
"Is it all right for Anne to stay a little longer?"
"Of course."
"Thanks. We'll be there as soon as we can."
"I'll see you then." After hanging up, Mr. Bailey turned towards Anne and said, "They're stuck in traffic, so it'll be a couple more hours."
"I wish they would have called sooner; then we wouldn't have had to get out of bed so early," she grumbled.
"Now that we have time, I'll make us something to
eat. Then we can lay back down. What would you like?"
"Whatever's the quickest."
"Cereal it is."
After breakfast, the two of them went back to the bedroom and curled up together. With Anne resting in his arms, Mr. Bailey said, "I'm pretty sure I already know the answer, but what did you think about last night?"
As Anne laid there thinking about their time together and remembering every vivid detail, her smile grew. It was then she noticed Mr. Bailey was fixated on her, causing her to ask, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Mr. Bailey gave a warm smile as he said, "I just love seeing you smile."
Anne now leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. She then said, "You know what love about you?"
"No, what?"
"I love how much you look out for me; you're always there when I need you."
"And I always will be."
Upon hearing him say that, Anne pulled herself closer to him, then laid peacefully in his arms until her parents came to get her. Right away, Mrs. Hartford was able to tell something was different about Anne’s demeanor; and by the following week, she noticed a similar behavior after Anne came home from tutoring. It was then that Mrs. Hartford went to confront Anne on her behavior, but before she could, she received a call from Mr. Bailey asking if he could take Anne to see a movie the next day. Reluctantly, Mrs. Hartford said it was all right, but after hanging up, she called Kyle and told him to meet her the following night at eight.
When Kyle arrived the next day, he asked if Anne was home. Mrs. Hartford told him Anne and Mr. Bailey had gone out to see a movie together and that she wanted to see the video before they got back. After getting everything set up, Kyle turned and gave a pained look as he said, "This took longer than I expected because of all the footage and…well, I'm going to ease you into this."
"What do you mean?" asked Mr. Hartford out of surprise.
"It'll be easier if you just watch." The date and time were posted at the bottom of the screen as the video jumped around showing multiple accounts of Anne and Mr. Bailey making out, as well as a few conversations they had. After a minute, Kyle stopped the video and said, "This next part's a little…well, you’ll see." Both Mr. and Mrs. Hartford stared at him in utter shock. They knew what they were about to see, but they continued to stare in hopes that he would say something else. Instead, Kyle lowered his head and let out a sigh as he pressed play.
Once the video started again, the screen was dark and slightly blurry, but it was obvious what they were seeing. After only a few minutes, Mrs. Hartford sat up and exclaimed, "I'm going to be sick!” She now took out her cellphone and said, “That's it, I'm calling the cops." Kyle now rushed over and took the phone out of Mrs. Hartford's hand, causing her to shout, "What are you doing?"
"I know it's your decision, and I understand that you're upset, but there's one more thing you need to see."
"I don't want to see anything else!"
"Please, just watch this last part, then you can do whatever you want," he said as he handed the phone back to her. Mrs. Hartford thought for a moment before ultimately agreeing to watch the last part of the video, which was taken just the other day.
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When Anne arrived for her tutoring, Mr. Bailey was waiting for her on the couch. After dropping off her things, she walked over and gave him a quick kiss, then laid across his lap. It was then that he said, "Anne, we need to talk."
"Okay, what about?" she asked.
"Recently, I've been hearing more and more rumors going around school about us. And just yesterday, I came into class and found some drawings about us on the whiteboard."
"What were they?"
"There was a heart with both our initials in it, and beside it, someone wrote ‘Anne Bailey.' I was just glad I had time to erase it before class started."
"Well, that's not so bad."
"It's not just the students though; I've had a few teachers say things to me too. And on top of all that, your parents, especially your mother, are starting to get suspicious; in fact, I think they may already know something."
"What does all this mean?"
"It means, we need to take a break for a while."
Anne now sat up and stared at him in disbelief as she asked, "Isn't there something else we can do? I mean, we already toned things down at school. Couldn’t we just stop going places together until things blow over?"
Mr. Bailey shook his head before saying, "Believe me, I don't want to do this any more than you do, but if this were to get out, it would ruin both our lives. And I'm not worried about myself. I'm worried about you. Even though I'd be the one taking all the punishment, something like this would follow you for the rest of your life; and I don't want to do that to you."
Mr. Bailey now pulled Anne into his arms as she started to cry and say, "Why can't we just be together? Why is it so wrong for me to love you?"
"It's just the way things are. It's to protect you."
"Protect me from what?” Anne exclaimed angrily. “It's not like didn't realize what I was doing. I had just as much to do with this as you."
"I know, but no one else is going to see it that way. That's why we need to stop before something happens."
Anne now pressed her face to his chest as she mumbled, "It's not fair…it's not fair."
"I know this is going to be hard, but I'll still be your teacher, and I can tutor you for as long as you need." Hearing him say that didn't even faze her. After sitting quietly together for a few more minutes, Mr. Bailey said, "How about I make a deal with you." Anne lifted her head and looked at him through her watery eyes as he said, "I want you to enjoy your last two years of high school, so I want you to join some clubs, make new friends, and date guys your own age. If you do all that for me, then after you graduate, maybe we can try this again."
"You really mean it?" He nodded, then Anne hugged him as tightly as she could. After practically squeezing the life out of him, Anne sat back and sniffled a little as she said, "If this is the last time we'll be doing anything together, do you think we could have a little fun?"
"I'd like to, but I think that'll make this harder than it already is."
"Yeah, you're probably right," she replied with sigh.
"Hey, instead of tutoring, why don't I take you out tomorrow. It can be like our last date."
Anne gave a half-smile as she said, "I'd like that. What did you have in mind?"
"You pick."
"How does a movie sound?"
"Sounds good to me.” Mr. Bailey now let out a heavy sigh before saying, “Well, I'm assuming you don't want me to tutor you tonight, so do you just want to lay here with me?" She nodded, then snuggled up to him.
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The video ended, and Kyle watched as Mrs. Hartford glanced over to her husband, who was staring off as if he was in a trance. Kyle then said, "Do you mind if I say something?"
"Go ahead," replied Mrs. Hartford.
"You know I see crazy things all the time in my line of work. That being said, this is a first for me. Based on that last part, I don't think this is just the two of them sneaking around together for fun. Now, I'm not condoning his behavior, but there are a couple things you should keep in mind when you make your decision. First of all, from what you saw prior to them…you know, it did seem like Anne was the one who was pushing him along, so the fault may not be entirely his. And secondly, he's not wrong about what he said. This is one of those things that could follow her for quite some time."
"So, what are you suggesting we do about this then?" snapped Mrs. Hartford.
"I'm not suggesting anything. This is your decision, and I'll leave it at that. If you do decide to press charges, call me, and I'll bring the video as evidence."
Mr. Hartford now spoke for the first time since seeing the video to say, "Thank you, Kyle. I think me and Linda need to talk this over."
Kyle nodded, then packed up his things and left. Mrs. Hartford now looked at her husband as if he were m
ad as she exclaimed, "You saw the tapes; what's there to talk about? Don't tell me you're honestly thinking about letting this go!"
Speaking in calm and collected fashion, Mr. Hartford said, "I'm not going to pretend like it never happened, but I do think we should try and figure out what to do without getting the police involved."
"So, we're just supposed to brush this under the rug and let him go after he had sex with our daughter!"
"No, but you know what'll happen to Anne if this gets out. And let's not forget he's the reason she's safe and doing so well in school. He's not a bad guy, and he was trying to end this before anyone found out. There definitely needs to be a punishment, but for Anne's sake, we should just keep this between us."
Chapter 7
After arriving back at Mr. Bailey’s house, Anne thanked him for taking her out, then said, "I'm going to miss you."
"Hey, I'll still be around. It's not like I'm going anywhere," said Mr. Bailey with a smile.
"I know," she replied in a saddened tone.
Mr. Bailey now placed a hand on her shoulder as he said, "If you ever need anything, my door's always open."
Anne now gave him a quick hug before he leaned down to give her one last kiss. As their lips parted, Mr. Hartford tapped on the car door, then leaned in to say, "Having fun you two?"
The fear of being caught hit Mr. Bailey so fast that felt like the air had been knocked out of him. He quickly tried to explain, but stopped when Mr. Hartford raised his hand and said, "We already know. Anne, go to your room. Your mother and I need to have a word with Jeff."
Anne now shook her head as she said, "Dad, it's not his fault. I had just as much to do with it as he did, so you can't…"
"Anne," interjected Mr. Bailey. She turned and looked up at him as he said, "Listen to your father." Reluctantly, she lowered her head and climbed out of the car, then slowly walked home.
"Come on, Jeff," said Mr. Hartford before following after Anne.
After taking a seat in the living room, Anne's parents and Mr. Bailey all sat in silence for a minute before Mr. Hartford asked, "Is there anything you'd like to say before we start?"
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