HOT as F*CK

by Scott Hildreth

  “Life, I guess,” she said.

  Perfect answer.

  I nodded my head and swallowed the bite of pizza. “I was thinking the same thing.”

  “I guess if the world was full of people like you, we’d have no bad guys. And I suppose we’ll always need to have a few bad guys,” she said.

  I laughed out loud and dropped my pizza to my plate. “Why would we need bad guys?”

  “To justify having guys like you around,” she said with a grin.

  “Vicious cycle,” I said as I reached for my pizza.

  I felt like I was in high school again. Not because of her age, but because of the innocence I felt sitting with her. I felt no pressure, no need to act in any way in particular, and extremely comfortable – with the exception of being overly excited about being there with her.

  Sitting there with her made me feel as if I was preparing to gather the courage to ask a date to the prom. Crossing my legs repeatedly, only to find no real comfort in doing so, and rubbing my hands together repeatedly were tell-tale signs of my excitement. I didn’t once try to hide my feelings or the signs of them, only smiled each time I noticed I was doing something contrary to my norm.

  It was a nice change.

  “So, are you...you’re single, right?” she asked.

  “As single as they come,” I said with a nod.

  She smiled and her eyes fell to my chest. After a second or two she lifted them to meet my gaze. “How?”

  “My choice, I suppose,” I said flatly. “I went through a divorce after I got back from the war. My wife wasn’t quite faithful. I tried to fix it, and thought I could fix it, but in the end, she wasn’t willing to stay faithful, so I left.”

  “And you were faithful?” she asked.

  “Absolutely. I don’t take things like commitment lightly. It’s a promise, or at least it is to me. That’s the way I see it,” I said.

  She narrowed her eyes. “She cheated on you?”

  “She sure did,” I responded.

  “Wow,” she said. After a second or two of silence, she shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry.”

  “Glad it’s over now, and glad we didn’t have kids, I guess. Not that I don’t want any, just glad I didn’t have any with her,” I said.

  Her mouth formed a smile large enough to expose her extremely white teeth. “You like kids?”

  I nodded my head. “Love ‘em.”

  She focused on me for a minute, dropped her eyes to the table, and after a few seconds, cleared her throat. “But. I mean. You’re like. You’re just. Well, you’re not the typical single guy.”

  I chuckled. “What’s the typical single guy?”

  “A douchebag,” she said with a laugh.

  “Well, I’m not one of those,” I responded.

  She coughed a laugh and reached for her glass of tea. “No, you’re sure not.”

  “And you. You’re single?” I asked.

  I was pretty sure she was, but not positive. Thinking of a girl like her being single was almost impossible to imagine.

  She lowered her glass. Her eyes went wide as her mouth curled into a smile. Almost as if she realized she was outwardly expressing her excitement, she tried to shake off the smile, but didn’t quite succeed.

  She wiped her mouth and nodded her head. “Sure am.”

  I grinned and nodded my head, expecting she’d expand on her answer.

  After a few minutes of fidgeting in her seat, she gazed down at the table and once again seemed to fade off into deep thought. In an effort to not get caught again, I shifted my eyes from my remaining pizza to her and back repeatedly, finding something about her with each glance that I enjoyed.

  “I don’t know what Ripp told you about the guy he was in court about,” she said as she glanced upward. “The guy he uhhm. You know, the guy he killed.”

  I shook my head as I wiped my hands on my napkin. “Nothing, really. I just know he did something to you, and then when Ripp confronted him, he pulled a gun.”

  “Well, it was a long time ago, really, but the guy and I were hanging out, you know. And, after a while, it got serious. So, as far as sex went, he knew I was saving myself for the right man, and I didn’t know if he was that man. So, uhhm, we never had sex.”

  I admire you even more.

  “That’s admirable,” I said.

  “It was,” she said.

  No, don’t tell me…

  “I have no idea why I’m telling you this, but…” she paused and shifted her eyes up from her plate and gazed beyond me.

  I was afraid I didn’t want to hear what she had to say.

  “We were seeing each other, and he knew…he knew that I was…you know, that I was a virgin. I told him no, but…he uhhm…he forced himself on me…”

  She paused and shifted her eyes to meet mine. I raised my hand and shook my head, she didn’t need to continue.

  But she did.

  “He uhhm…he raped me,” she said.

  I filled with rage. The thought of anyone raping a woman infuriated me. I felt like digging up his grave and beating his corpse to an absolute pulp. It was a good thing Ripp had broken his neck, because if he hadn’t, no jury would have found me not guilty of anything. I fought against my inner self and tried to be calm.

  I whispered a raw apology. “I’m sorry.”

  She pursed her lips and gazed past me as she nodded her head. “Me too. It happened almost a year ago. I’ve gone to a ton of therapy, and it helped me accept some things. I didn’t tell anyone about it at first, and really never planned to. It really bothered me. So, I told Manda, and she told me to go to therapy. It helped a lot, but it still bothered me. Then one day at dinner, long after it happened, I just lost it.”

  I sat and stared at her blankly, not really knowing what to say, if anything.

  “So I’m not a virgin anymore and it sucks. You know, having it taken from me like that,” she said.

  I didn’t dispute that she was raped, but I didn’t necessarily agree with her thoughts on the matter of her losing her virginity. I had previously considered the exact same scenario, when a friend’s cousin was raped.

  “As far as I’m concerned, you’re still a virgin,” I said.

  She narrowed her eyes and stared. “How?”

  “Well, it’s just a theory, but hear me out,” I said.

  She nodded her head. “Okay.”

  “A person is with a guy who commits murder, but doesn’t know going into it that he’s going to do that, and has no knowledge it was going to happen. Does that make the bystander a murderer?” I asked.

  “No,” she said with a slight grin.

  “Had he murdered?” I asked.

  “The second guy?” she asked.

  I nodded my head.

  “No, I guess not,” she said.

  “If you go golfing with a friend, say just to watch him play a round, and he golfs, but you don’t participate, you’re just there riding in the cart, when the round is over, have you ever golfed?” I asked.

  She smiled even more. “No.”

  “He may have raped you. But you haven’t had sex. Does that make sense?” I asked.

  She stood from her seat.

  I wiped my hands and stood. With her blue eyes fixed on mine, and mine clearly glued to hers, she walked around the edge of the table. Without speaking, she opened her arms. As odd as it seemed to be hugging her, for whatever reason, it felt more right than anything I had done in a long, long time. As she wrapped her arms around me and held me against her, she rested her chin against my shoulder.

  Once again, I inhaled a hint of her soft perfume. I closed my eyes, pleased I could help her see things slightly differently.

  “Thank you,” was all she said.

  And it was all I needed to hear.

  Chapter Two Hundred Fifty-Eight

  Summer 2014, Austin, Texas, USA

  I quickly found myself in a place I hadn’t expected to be, feeling in a way I hadn’t anticipated feeling, and conf
ronted with a situation I was awkwardly excited about. For a man who planned everything from the exact moment I got up in the morning to what my meals were going to be a week in advance, and everything in between – including how many of my tee shirts were in each stack in my dresser – I felt a strange sense of comfort.

  Katie talked to Ripp about her desire to have me take her on a date, and although I wish she would have let me be the first to talk to him, I accepted not everything in life would always be in my control. I did talk to Ripp at length following their discussion, and was relieved to find out he trusted me with his sister.

  One more stop and I was home free to take her on an actual date.

  I took a breath and knocked on the door twice. I had always looked at a doorbell as a lazy way of knocking, and I was far from being a lazy man. I waited nervously with my hands at my sides for the door to open.

  He opened the door slightly, recognized me, and smiled. “Alec, how are you?”

  “I am well, Sir, thank you,” I responded.

  “Come in,” he said as he opened the door fully.

  As I followed him into the house I realized this was something I had only done a few times in my life. As simple as a date may seem to most men, to me it was a tremendous commitment, and something I certainly didn’t take lightly. For me to ask a woman on a date, I had to see the possibility of a future relationship with her. I realized a date was simply that – an event on a specific day where two people chose to spend time together – and that there were no assurances, but if I didn’t feel the potential existed for a long-term relationship, I wouldn’t even ask.

  “So, what’s the occasion,” he said over his shoulder as he walked toward the living room.

  “Well, Sir, I’d like to speak to you about your daughter,” I responded as I followed him into the room.

  “Have a seat,” he said as he sat down in the recliner positioned in the corner of the room.

  He wasn’t as big of a man as Ripp, but he was close. It was easy to see that in his prime he would have been an intimidating figure. Although he wasn’t attempting to terrorize me, he was doing a good job of making me nervous. As I chose the seat next to him, I placed my hands in my lap, turned to face him, and smiled.

  Smiling was something that I did infrequently, and many people often assumed I was angry at all times. My face permanently etched with a stern look and my walk filled with Marine Corps attitude, it was easy to assume I was a man who was rarely happy.

  Most of the time I was happy, just not happy enough to share my feelings with the outside world.

  He fixed his eyes on mine and chuckled a light laugh. “I’m guessing when you all went out the other night you had fun. The girls said it was a pretty good time. Hell, you never know with girls, they’ll tell you whatever you want to hear, won’t they, Son?”

  “Yes, Sir, I’m sure that’s a true statement,” I nodded.

  He raised his hand to his chin and rubbed the slight growth of beard on his face. “So what’s the problem? Did one of them act up the other night?”

  I rubbed my palms along the thighs of my jeans and shook my head lightly. “No sir, certainly not. It’s not anything like that. I wanted to ask your permission for something, Sir.”

  I’d walk into a firefight with a dozen insurgents without question, but talking to Katie’s father made me a nervous wreck. Sitting there knowing I now needed to continue caused my throat to constrict and my palms to sweat. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a dry grin as he looked at me with a face filled with confusion.

  “Permission? Hell you don’t need my permission for anything, Son. What the hell you needin’?” he asked as he lowered his hand from his chin.

  “Sir, we went out the other night, and I was able to spend a considerable amount of time with the entire group, your daughters included. We had a really nice time. In doing so, Sir, I was able to get to know Katie a little better…”

  I paused, took a shallow breath, and allowed him to digest what I had said before I continued.

  “In getting to understand her more, I realized a few things. One, she wants a man in her life. Two, she needs a man in her life. And three, I believe, Sir, I can be that man. I’d like to ask your permission, Sir, to take her on a date,” I said.

  His mouth curled into a smile. “You called and came here to ask my permission to take my daughter on a date? Bug?”

  “Yes, Sir, that is correct,” I responded with a nod of my head.

  He coughed a light laugh and glanced beyond me for a moment. “Well, normally I suppose I’d have a lot of shit to say. You know, to be respectful. Or remind you that she’s been through a lot lately, and she doesn’t need a guy trying to get in her pants right now. Hell, maybe I’d offer a few choice words about wearing protection, birth control, and how there’s plenty of kids in this country that don’t have parents...”

  “But with you, I don’t think I need to say any of those things directly. Instead, I’ll say this; Mike and I have talked about you. At length, I might add. He thinks the world of you. If Mike thinks the world of you, I believe him. He’s a hard man to impress. I’ve formed my own opinions about you, and I’ll admit you easily rise to the top of the pool of men that I’d choose for Katie. Suppose it brings me to this,” he raised his hand in the air and extended his index finger.

  “Two things. First one is this. You’re not from here. And I ain’t lookin’ to have my daughter taken from me, Mr. Jacob. Not now or ever. As far as I’m concerned, she can leave Texas when I’m dead, but not before. Now, before I get to number two, what do you have to say about that?”

  I suspected as close knit as the family was he may have such concerns, but I didn’t expect him to express them prior to giving me permission to go on a date with Katie. I lowered my chin, shifted my eyes from his finger to face, and responded.

  “Well, Sir. I have been offered a job at the gym. I intend to teach a women’s self-defense course as well as a hand-to-hand combat course. Kelsey and Joe made the deal with Mike and me last week. I’ve already started scheduling people. Short of the men I ride with, I have nothing in Kansas, and I’ll stay here as long as your daughter will have me,” I responded.

  “Does that job at the gym pay you enough money to survive?”

  “I suppose not, Sir. The United States Government does. I get a check monthly. A very healthy one, I might add. Being shot half a dozen times pays pretty well, I suppose,” I said with a grin.

  He chuckled and nodded his head. “I suppose so.”

  He cleared his throat and raised his middle finger. “Alright, number two. Sunday dinners. We have ‘em here, on Sundays. I realize there are times when you may not be able to come. Hell, things happen. But you’ll never miss more than two weeks in a row, is that understood?” he asked as he slowly raised one eyebrow.

  The thought of attending that fiasco on a regular basis was not only entertaining, but something I would look forward to. Since my mother’s death, I missed the feeling of having a meal with family. My mouth broke into an immediate smile at his choice of is that understood, because it was exactly what I asked my Marines on a regular basis.

  “Yes, Sir. I like to eat, and your wife is a great cook,” I said with a nod.

  It seemed, in some respects, that he felt as if I was asking his permission to marry Katie. I suppose it was possible he was merely doing his best to look out for what he believed was in her best interest. If the things that were important to him were not important to me, he probably saw no value in letting me take her on the first date. As he began to rub his chin again, I waited for his approval.

  “Well, I lied,” he said as he lowered his hand and leaned forward. “There’s one more thing, and I’m afraid although I might discuss it, I won’t bargain much.”

  I pressed my palms along my jeans from my upper thighs to my knees. “Yes, Sir.”

  “My understanding is you’re a smoker, and you smoke a lot. I don’t want my future son in law, who by the g
race of God almighty has made it out of wars in Iraq and Afghanistan unscathed, to die of lung cancer. I’ll need you to figure out a way to give up those cigarettes, Son. I’ll need that to happen here real soon. No exceptions. We have a deal?” he asked as he stood from his chair and extended his hand.

  I stood from my chair and proudly shook his hand. “Deal.”

  “Well, I must say, I couldn’t be happier for you or for Bug. She’s a damned fine girl. I like it that you came here like this, Son. It was downright respectful of you. I’m anxious to see how this thing pans out,” he said, gripping my hand firmly in his.

  “Can you excuse me, Sir? I have something on the bike I need to give you. I’ll need to go get it,” I said as I released his hand.

  He widened his eyes, smiled, and tossed his hand toward the door. “Sure. Hell, whatever you need to do. And when you come back in, don’t bother knocking. Family doesn’t knock.”

  I walked back to the front porch and out of habit, almost knocked. I grinned at the thought of being family, as he said, and reached for the door handle. I walked toward the living room rather eagerly, and upon walking in, noticed he and Katie sitting across from each other talking.

  I walked to his chair and extended my hand.

  He furrowed his brow and looked at the pack of cigarettes.

  “What are you doing, son?” he asked.

  “Take them. If I ever want to smoke one, I’ll ask you for it. Other than that, I’ll never smoke another, Sir. Fair price to pay for what’s on the port side of your living room, sir,” I said as I motioned toward Katie.

  He smiled and accepted the pack of cigarettes.

  “Now, the last thing,” I turned to face Katie.

  “Katie, would you like to accompany me on a date this Saturday night?” I asked.

  She crossed her legs, placed her hands on her knees, and smiled as she cocked her head to the side. “Possibly. At what time?”

  “I expect, Ma’am, I would like to pick you up around six o’clock. And bring you back at let’s say,” I hesitated and turned to face her father.

  He held one finger in the air.

  “One o’clock in the morning,” I said.