Stalked

[Leopald]

Sam had grown rather fond of Martha, even beyond the experience they'd shared together. He sometimes wondered if deep down she didn't really know who had taken her that night. As he walked out his door and towards hers, there was a stirring in his crotch as he thought about those events.

He'd been there when she'd bought the pistol, he'd helped her practice her self-defense moves when she wasn't in class or at work, and he'd gotten to know her dog quite well. In fact, he had a treat for Po' in his pocket, and he was sure he was going to get playfully tackled by the brute before he could get it out and surrender it. The bear of a dog may have seemed quite mean around people he didn't know, but he was a softy if he recognized you.

Sam and Martha's relationship hadn't turned physical, and he doubted it ever would, but he like to think she considered him quite a good friend. This kept him in the loop, so to speak. Which would be quite useful when he had an opportunity to have her again. And possibly one or both of her friends too...

Sam approached the door and rang the bell. Some shuffling inside, and it opened. He held the beer in one hand, the movie in the other, and a huge grin on his kind face.

"I brought the movie and the beer. I hear there's a lonely attractive girl here the needs to cuddle."

 

[Annicka]

"Hi Sam," she said as she moved to relieve him of some of the burden. "Popcorn is ready." She had to shove Po' out of the way. He had taken to Sam quickly.

As they settled on the sofa, Martha couldn't help but think about the first time she'd really met Sam and her face still colored when she thought of it. It had taken time to let him know more details of that night, but some she'd held back, unwilling to share the more degrading aspects. "I don't know what I would have done without you Sam."

Sam smiled, "My pleasure."

"What would you think of me asking Gina to move in?"

 

[Leopald]

"Hmmm. Well, it really depends on what you're looking for, hun," Sam replied. "Are you looking for more financial freedom, or just avoiding the thought of being alone?"

He munched on the popcorn, before cracking open the two bottles they pulled out. He watched her carefully. It would be a very interestig opportunity indeed, with Gina involved.

"You know I'm rather fond of you, and if you want, I can stop by more often. I've come to enjoy our time together, since the..."

He trailed off, as her face reddened again. This was a good time to down his beer.

 

[Annicka]

She saw his blush and heard the unspoken words... "...since the rape."

She started at loud noises and couldn't sleep without a thorough walk-through of her house. Po'boy accompanied her on these walks, patient and gentle in spite of his size. Sam had been a godsend, lending his support in a thousand different ways.

"It's not financial Sam, I just think I'd sleep better at night with her here." She sighed. "And it would help Gina out. This place is big enough we wouldn't have to see each other for days if we didn't want to."

Martha curled her feet up under her and reached for the popcorn, her shirt slipping down past a shoulder. "I still don't sleep all that well." She still didn't have plans to take up her classes again. She'd not accepted any dates, or seen anyone except for Gina socially. Except for Sam of course.

She'd been having dreams and nightmares, she wasn't sure how to classify some of them. Some were exactly of the rape, others weren’t' so easy to describe but left her twisting and turning with an unnamed desire. Those dreams were the ones that perplexed her more. She understood the nightmares.

 

[Leopald]

"Well, I honestly can't say I'm suprised. I mean, you did go through quite an ordeal, and it really hasn't been all that long. Sound sleeping is unfortunately gonna come in time, my dear."

He cringed inwardly, careful not to show it on his face. He hadn't called her that in since... He just hoped she didn't notice. He was usually quite careful, seperating his mannerisms. He idly brushed a stray hair from her face before taking another swig of the beer. She was very pretty, when she was vulnerable.

"You've never told me the details of that night, and I don't expect you ever will. But you were in quite a state when I found you, and if that's any indication as to the treatment you recieved, then I doubt you'll be comfortable being alone for a long time. Inviting Gina to move in may be best for you after all."

He suddenly stood up, stretched, and reached for the movie. He popped it into the player and waited for it to start as he collapsed back down in his seat.

"Now, its cuddle time. Drink your beer, eat your popcorn, and come here."

 

[Annicka]

She snuggled down against Sam with one hand either resting on Po's head or sipping her beer or popping kernals into her mouth.

She shivered for no reason and couldn't relax, her forehead creased with perplexity. Po sensed her mood but Sam only looked at her for a moment before his eyes went back to the screen.

Martha couldn't figure him out. It had been months and she didn't really know him any better than the first day. Other than superficial things. Food likes and dislikes, books read, movie preferences. But Sam gave no real personal information.

She pulled her knees back under her and looked around her room. Everything was in its place but she felt strange. Like something was out of context or moved or hell she didn't know. One more mood of many that had plagued her since that night.

 

[Leopald]

Sam noticed Martha's uneasiness. He tried to focus on the movie, not giving her a chance to see the lust that he was sure was building in his eyes. He assumed her demeanor was because of his slip, but she didn't seem to be making any other negative reactions as of yet. Maybe her subconsious had registered it, but it hadn't hit her completely. He hoped it wouldn't.

"So, what's Gina up to tonight, anyway? We could always use a third for the movie and beer, seeing as how it's only just begun anyways."

He finally composed himself and looked at her. From this angle, it was easy to see down her shirt, but Sam wouldn't let her catch him doing that. She would not have been happy.

 

[Annicka]

"I have no idea," Martha answered distractedly, "I haven't heard from her in a few days." She thought a bit and said, "I'm not sure I've been good company, maybe she's changed her mind." She had to admit it was true. She had been lousy company. The only person she felt she could be herself with was Sam, and on reflection, she barely knew him.

She didn't however, tell him about the other nightmares. The ones that left her in a sexual frenzy, aching and wanting. She could barely acknowledge them herself. In those dreams she reveled in the rough sex, gloried in the orgasms and wanted more.

Martha hadn't put it together, but those nightmares happened to coincide with a night spent with Sam, and since they were spending more and more time together, she was even more ashamed. And tired. They wrecked sleep, and she couldn't, wouldn't masturbate after one of them, no matter how aroused they left her.

For now anyway, she let her head fall back on the sofa. Sam was here and if she fell asleep? No problem, he was here to keep her safe.