by LaVoix
Entirely too predictable build-up and escalation...all brute force and no forethought
I left town soon afterwards. I changed everything. My style of dress, my hair, grew a beard,the works. I even started wearing a hat. I thought I was safe. Years passed.
One day, as I was at home relaxing, I heard a knock on my door.
It was Heather.
I was stunned that she found me, but I invited her in anyway.
"I suppose you're wondering why I'm here."
"Yes", I said expecting the worst.
"It's because after I got over my rage at what you did, I found I missed you. The only man who ever gave me back as good as he got."
And with that, she walked up, and gave me a kiss.
"Can I stay, Paul?"
How could I refuse?
Considering what we've been up too since that day, I'm glad I passed her shit test. Pregnant sex with her was out of this world. Four kids later, she still has the mose fuckable body ever.