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Gloria flinched as her heart leaped into her throat. In the window was Victor Harder, one of her many patients. And in her hands was a pistol. She moved the pistol to her left hand and hid it down between the seat and the door, embarrassed. She wiped away her tears and feigned a smile as if happy to see the young man. She needed to roll down the electric windows, so she turned over the key to start the already running motor. The started ground, causing her to flinch again, then laugh nervously.
"Victor!" she began once the glass fell, "How nice to see you? What can I do for you?"
He asked her if everything was okay, to which she lied. "Of course!"
She let the gun slide down into the foot well, then lifted both hands to the steering wheel as she stared forward for a moment in silence. She could feel the boy's of the 18 year old now-man boring a hole into her, trying to find what was going on down deep inside her troubled soul. She finally looked back to him, then looked around the parking lot for a moment before asking, "So ... are you here with your parents? Where're the girls? I haven't seen them since that early autumn flu made its rounds last month."
She was having a hard time keeping it together. She knew that Victor had seen the gun; and she knew that he likely understood the thoughts that had been rushing through her brain; and she knew that he was not going to walk away, fearing that before he could get out of hearing range he would hear the explosion from inside the car's concealed space.
She wanted to say to him reassuringly Women don't commit suicide with guns, Victor. They take pills ... or cut their wrists. Don't worry. I won't shoot myself. But the truth was, Doctor Benson hated pills. She'd never been able to take them, and every time she'd ever prescribed them to her patients, she'd felt guilty about it. And a razor? Really? She's cut her index finger a couple of weeks back on a food processor's blade and cried for twenty minutes.
No, if she had decided to commit suicide, it would either be by sticking this gun against her temple or driving her car a hundred miles and hour down 101 and putting it head first into a cement highway barrier. But the moment was gone...
"Victor!" she began once the glass fell, "How nice to see you? What can I do for you?"
He asked her if everything was okay, to which she lied. "Of course!"
She let the gun slide down into the foot well, then lifted both hands to the steering wheel as she stared forward for a moment in silence. She could feel the boy's of the 18 year old now-man boring a hole into her, trying to find what was going on down deep inside her troubled soul. She finally looked back to him, then looked around the parking lot for a moment before asking, "So ... are you here with your parents? Where're the girls? I haven't seen them since that early autumn flu made its rounds last month."
She was having a hard time keeping it together. She knew that Victor had seen the gun; and she knew that he likely understood the thoughts that had been rushing through her brain; and she knew that he was not going to walk away, fearing that before he could get out of hearing range he would hear the explosion from inside the car's concealed space.
She wanted to say to him reassuringly Women don't commit suicide with guns, Victor. They take pills ... or cut their wrists. Don't worry. I won't shoot myself. But the truth was, Doctor Benson hated pills. She'd never been able to take them, and every time she'd ever prescribed them to her patients, she'd felt guilty about it. And a razor? Really? She's cut her index finger a couple of weeks back on a food processor's blade and cried for twenty minutes.
No, if she had decided to commit suicide, it would either be by sticking this gun against her temple or driving her car a hundred miles and hour down 101 and putting it head first into a cement highway barrier. But the moment was gone...
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"So ... are you here with your parents?" Gloria asked. " Where're the girls? I haven't seen them since that early autumn flu made its rounds last month."
By the time she finished her question, Vic's eyes were beginning to glaze over. He blinked away the threatening tears, then said softly, "They were in Portland..."
He couldn't force himself to add ...where the bomb exploded.
By the time she finished her question, Vic's eyes were beginning to glaze over. He blinked away the threatening tears, then said softly, "They were in Portland..."
He couldn't force himself to add ...where the bomb exploded.
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Gloria felt the blood rush from her face at Victor's information. She knew that his parents -- neo-artsy-hippies they called themselves -- spent the summers traveling the country, showing and selling their art. She didn't realize that the pair were still on the road this time of the year, though, so asking about them hadn't seem an inappropriate question to ask.
Stupid bitch, she quietly chastised herself. She was about to express her sympathies to Victor, then realized that it might be premature as she didn't know whether the boy had given up hope on his parents still being alive.
"Why don't you and the girls come to my house for dinner tonight," she offered, knowing that while being very independent children they were still alone in this new, scary world. When she asked where the girls were, Victor looked over his shoulder toward the alley. She followed his gaze and a moment later was being waved to politely by the eldest two girls. She looked back to Victor, saying, "Why don't you wave them over? We'll go to my house for some dinner."
Stupid bitch, she quietly chastised herself. She was about to express her sympathies to Victor, then realized that it might be premature as she didn't know whether the boy had given up hope on his parents still being alive.
"Why don't you and the girls come to my house for dinner tonight," she offered, knowing that while being very independent children they were still alone in this new, scary world. When she asked where the girls were, Victor looked over his shoulder toward the alley. She followed his gaze and a moment later was being waved to politely by the eldest two girls. She looked back to Victor, saying, "Why don't you wave them over? We'll go to my house for some dinner."
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Just as Doc Glory felt bad for her question about his parents, Vic felt bad about the way he'd answered it. It was obvious by the doctor's reaction that she was horrified by his news.
"Why don't you wave them over?" she asked him when he looked to where his sibling were hiding. "We'll go to my house for some dinner."
"Thank you, Doc, but..." Vic hesitated, his mixed feelings about the doctor fighting with one another in his head.
On one hand, Cave junction's only general practitioner had socialized with Vic's parents, spending time together beyond the occasional office visits and annual flu vaccinations. Doc Glory, Vic's mother, and Vic's father had both been involved in various community social functions, including annual food drives and Habitat for Humanity projects.
On the other hand, Vic had a bit of an awkward and very inappropriate crush on the beautiful doctor as well. It had begun when his mother insisted that the loner participate in at least sport before he graduated from Illinois Valley High School. The then-5'6" tall, 125 pound, skin-and-bones junior had chosen Cross Country, for which he had to have a medical physical. Most of the boys in town went to one of the many doctors in Grants Pass, for a reason Vic wouldn't understand until he was standing in Doc Glory's office and she told him, "Drop your pants and underwear so I can check you for a hernia."
He could remember to this day the feeling of his blood rushing from his face, straight to his penis which very quickly and very embarrassingly got instantly hard as a rock. Doc Glory had reassured Vic that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, that it was natural and also that it was okay for her to see him that way because she was a doctor and he was her patient.
With great hesitation and trembling of hands, Vic had managed to get his pants and underwear low enough for Doc Glory to do as she needed. But since then, it had been awkward seeing her around town. His almost nightly fantasies over the two years since that day more often than not involved the beautiful doctor taking hold of his erection that day in her office to cause him to spurt cum either onto or into her via a variety of sexual procedures.
"We're afraid of spending too much time in town," he said, realizing that he was hard down below simply at the sight of the good doctor. "With mom and dad gone, we're afraid that they might split us up. I'm 18, but the girls aren't. They're minors. If someone finds out we're all alone..."
Again Vic was unable to finish his thought. He couldn't imagine not having his sisters with him.
(OOC: I changed something above this morning after I got a little caffeine into me and realized that I hadn't meant to say "prostate" and had meant to say "hernia".)
"Why don't you wave them over?" she asked him when he looked to where his sibling were hiding. "We'll go to my house for some dinner."
"Thank you, Doc, but..." Vic hesitated, his mixed feelings about the doctor fighting with one another in his head.
On one hand, Cave junction's only general practitioner had socialized with Vic's parents, spending time together beyond the occasional office visits and annual flu vaccinations. Doc Glory, Vic's mother, and Vic's father had both been involved in various community social functions, including annual food drives and Habitat for Humanity projects.
On the other hand, Vic had a bit of an awkward and very inappropriate crush on the beautiful doctor as well. It had begun when his mother insisted that the loner participate in at least sport before he graduated from Illinois Valley High School. The then-5'6" tall, 125 pound, skin-and-bones junior had chosen Cross Country, for which he had to have a medical physical. Most of the boys in town went to one of the many doctors in Grants Pass, for a reason Vic wouldn't understand until he was standing in Doc Glory's office and she told him, "Drop your pants and underwear so I can check you for a hernia."
He could remember to this day the feeling of his blood rushing from his face, straight to his penis which very quickly and very embarrassingly got instantly hard as a rock. Doc Glory had reassured Vic that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, that it was natural and also that it was okay for her to see him that way because she was a doctor and he was her patient.
With great hesitation and trembling of hands, Vic had managed to get his pants and underwear low enough for Doc Glory to do as she needed. But since then, it had been awkward seeing her around town. His almost nightly fantasies over the two years since that day more often than not involved the beautiful doctor taking hold of his erection that day in her office to cause him to spurt cum either onto or into her via a variety of sexual procedures.
"We're afraid of spending too much time in town," he said, realizing that he was hard down below simply at the sight of the good doctor. "With mom and dad gone, we're afraid that they might split us up. I'm 18, but the girls aren't. They're minors. If someone finds out we're all alone..."
Again Vic was unable to finish his thought. He couldn't imagine not having his sisters with him.
(OOC: I changed something above this morning after I got a little caffeine into me and realized that I hadn't meant to say "prostate" and had meant to say "hernia".)
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(OOC: Ha! I saw the prostate-hernia error. It was funny. Good catch.)
(OOC: Vic's decision below is with TNNG's permission.)
"You're not all alone," Gloria said quickly, reaching across to take hold of and squeeze Vic's arm as it rested in the open window of the little car's door. She noticed the boy's reaction and wondered whether she was being too familiar with him. She had no idea that the young man had been having sexual fantasies about her for more than two years. "As long as I am here, you and your sisters will not be alone. Understand?"
She could see the trust in his eyes. But Gloria's next thought was I'm not going to be here much longer. She looked back to the market where Harry and Margaret were continuing with their plan of getting the hell out of Dodge with their truck load -- or was it loads? -- of essentials, a plan that she was now part of. Her immediate thought was to include the four in the plan. It was only right. But, did she needs to include the grocers in that decision? Harry and Margaret were good people. They would surely agree wouldn't they?
"Get in," she told Vic, clicking the door locks open. She urged him to do as she said, and once he had, she pulled the car out of her parking space and drove over to the end of the alley. She called out the window, "C'mon girls, we're going to my house."
(OOC: Vic's decision below is with TNNG's permission.)
"You're not all alone," Gloria said quickly, reaching across to take hold of and squeeze Vic's arm as it rested in the open window of the little car's door. She noticed the boy's reaction and wondered whether she was being too familiar with him. She had no idea that the young man had been having sexual fantasies about her for more than two years. "As long as I am here, you and your sisters will not be alone. Understand?"
She could see the trust in his eyes. But Gloria's next thought was I'm not going to be here much longer. She looked back to the market where Harry and Margaret were continuing with their plan of getting the hell out of Dodge with their truck load -- or was it loads? -- of essentials, a plan that she was now part of. Her immediate thought was to include the four in the plan. It was only right. But, did she needs to include the grocers in that decision? Harry and Margaret were good people. They would surely agree wouldn't they?
"Get in," she told Vic, clicking the door locks open. She urged him to do as she said, and once he had, she pulled the car out of her parking space and drove over to the end of the alley. She called out the window, "C'mon girls, we're going to my house."
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"As long as I am here," Gloria told Vic, "you and your sisters will not be alone. Understand?"
Vic smiled a bit wider. He believed her, of course. Vic had been raised to respect professionals: doctors, police, fire fighters. He would believe anything Doc Glory told him, and he would do anything she told him to do.
A minute later, they were at the alley to collect the girls. Liv didn't hesitate to skip to the car's rear passenger door, remembering her last visit to the doctor as she sang out, "Lollipop green please! Lollipop green please!"
Kimmy and Sas were more hesitant, waiting until their older brother waved them over. "Come on. It's okay."
It only took a couple of minutes to get to Gloria's house near the edge of town. Their hostess showed them around, giving them free run of the place. The younger two ran about as if they didn't have a care in the world, raiding the fridge, playing with the fluffy little dogs, and flipping through the seemingly endless number of stations on the television, something their parents had never allowed them to have in their own country home.
Vic and Kimmy, though, slipped away with Gloria to her office to talk away from the younger Harders.
Vic smiled a bit wider. He believed her, of course. Vic had been raised to respect professionals: doctors, police, fire fighters. He would believe anything Doc Glory told him, and he would do anything she told him to do.
A minute later, they were at the alley to collect the girls. Liv didn't hesitate to skip to the car's rear passenger door, remembering her last visit to the doctor as she sang out, "Lollipop green please! Lollipop green please!"
Kimmy and Sas were more hesitant, waiting until their older brother waved them over. "Come on. It's okay."
It only took a couple of minutes to get to Gloria's house near the edge of town. Their hostess showed them around, giving them free run of the place. The younger two ran about as if they didn't have a care in the world, raiding the fridge, playing with the fluffy little dogs, and flipping through the seemingly endless number of stations on the television, something their parents had never allowed them to have in their own country home.
Vic and Kimmy, though, slipped away with Gloria to her office to talk away from the younger Harders.
