Two members have a bit of advance warning about this story and i hope this lives up to expectations
Rape is a crime made all the more deplorable when it done to an disadvantaged individual as depicted in the following.This author in no condones such action and begs anyone who cannot tell the difference between a piece of fiction and reality to seek professional help before winding up before the legal profession.
As per usual this chapter has no sex scenes, only implied sex action
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Eleven years!
Eleven fucking years for “Sexualy Assaulting” the goddam bitch who robbed me blind in a phoney divorce and her fucking phoney kid that she claimed was mine. The fucking bitch got everything but my parents home of sixty years, that I got but the bank accounts, all the cars, the furniture even my fucking clothing was given to her. Where the fucking kid that she claimed was mine came from was a true fucking mystery to me, so fucking it into the mattress just like I did mommy seemed perfect legit in my eyes at the time. Thanks to some inept counselor I was sentenced to Eleven Years In Beaver Creek Institution and now was on the National Sex Offenders Registry.
Thanks to the goddam Peel Region Police, my name was broadcasted over all the news shows. “The Peel Region Police want to inform the general public of the present of Mark Connell, a registered sex offender has moved back into his home in the Peel region. He has served his full sentence and has been ordered by the court to refrain from being in the company of underage females! All residents should be aware of his presence in the Mississauga area of Applewood Hills!” Wasn’t that just the perfect homecoming for me! All they missed was spotlights beaming onto the front of my place all day the fucking pricks!
The old neighbourhood couldn’t wait to see me sell the house and get the fuck off Golden Orchard Drive so their precious property values wouldn’t suffer from the presence of a sex offender like me. Stupid fuckers even tried buying the place from me offering me a tenth of the current value for the house.Well too fucking bad I had nothing left and I refused to be driven away from my boyhood home! As I told Mr. Bonner at 3549 , “You give me two million and the place is your, until then fuck off and leave me alone!”
One year later, I’m just beginning to make ends meet. After raiding the Salvation Army for furniture, a bed and clothing I managed to set myself up enough that I could go and get a piss off job at the local Burger King on Burnhamthorpe Rd at Dixie Rd. With the very few friends that stayed my friends I’ve managed to get an old Kia to drive and settle into some semblance of life. Even the fucking neighbours have quit trying to get me to move or move themselves out, the only place left with a for sale sign on it was 3543 right next door to me. That was until nine am on July 13th.
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It started out like any other typical Saturday, I was laying in bed barely awake when the sound of a vehicle backing up pierced the air coming through my partially open bedroom window. “Oh! now what fucker is deciding to do or get what?’ If I was fucking lucky it would be Bonner moving and I could get back to having friends over without the cops suddenly patrolling back and forth.
Getting out of bed I look out the window and saw a AMJ Campbell moving van in the driveway next to mine and watch as a crew opened the van’s door and started to unload its contents. I thought, *Oh great someone moving in for a change!* and with that I went back to bed, after all the newbie will still be around when I’m fully rested so why have abused hurled at me right now!
A little after noon I’m woken by the telephone ringing. “Mmellooo!” The voice on the other end should have knew better than to be so fucking cheerful!
“Hey Mark! Sally want me to go get that sofa she saw at the Army you up for helping me get it home!” There is only one person this fucking cheerful about anything Sally wants and that is Dwayne! Normally my answer would be fuck no but Sally was the only female to stand by me when I was sent to prison, so of course I would help Dwayne!
“Sure give me an hour and I’ll meet you out front!” An hour and fifteen minutes later I’m sliding into the passenger seat of Dwayne’s pickup on our way to get a sofa from the Army at Dixie Rd. and Dundas “So why a used sofa instead of a new one?”
“OH! it for my mancave!” Dwayne grin is wider than the front of his face “Sally turned the rec room over to me!” Then he why he been given it “So when you come over we can have our own place while Sally and her friends are disturbed by us!” I so wanted to say *By me you mean* but I accepted his version at face value. Ten minutes later we have it in the pickup’s bed secured and are driving back to his place, passing my new neighbors place where the garage door is up and we get a view of a an smart car with it's entire back towards the ceiling
“Wow whoever moved sure has a funny car in their garage!” Dwayne stated as we drove by, but neither of us noticed anyone around. Getting to his place we get the sofa out of the pickup’s bed and have it up to the front door when we notice that it’s already standing open. We don’t question it just chalking it up to Sally hearing us pull up and making it easier for us to move it.
After its down we come up to find Sally in the kitchen, upon seeing us “Well if you two had been a few minutes earlier you could have met your new neighbour, she’s a cutie!” Coming over to kissing me on the cheek “ And don’t worry Mark she has no idea that your a sex offender!”
“Well that will change when she talks to Bonner or anyone else on the road!” Even thought it was Sally who said it I couldn’t help but be cynical. Kissing her back getting a little interested after her next sentence.
“I think you like her she strong and is looking forwards to meeting you Mark, especially since your her immediate neighbour and she might have to ask for your help every now and then!”
“Well maybe I should go and visit my new neighbour thn before the poison from the other’s changes her idea about me!” Dwayne getting out his keys and getting up “Save it Dwayne I sure I can walk around the curve in the road to get home!” Giving Sally one more kiss on the cheek and getting a hand shake and a thanks from Dwayne I set off home.
There’s six places between their place and mine, so at most a three minute walk. I’m almost home when I see a person in a wheelchair trying to navigate the lopsided sidewalk in front of the Henderson’s place. “Hey can I help you out?”
Grabbing the back of the wheelchair and bending it back so the front wheels can clear the lip of the next part of the sidewalk “Hey what the fuck do you think your doing asshole?!” A back hand swing connecting with me left hand.
“Jesus pardon me for trying to help you roll smoothly along your way!” Letting go and walking by without looking at the person, deciding I was going for a long walk through the park I cross the street as the fucking ingrate roll on their way. Half an hour later I’m back home. Looking for any signs of life next door, seeing none I go in and decide to spend the rest of the day. The rest of the day passes with event and by eight o’clock I’m just inebriated enough that watching Spongebob Squarepants seemed funnier than usual.
I’m about to change over to the ball game when a knock comes to the door, Getting up I call out “Yeah coming!” as the knock persisted. Opening the door expecting another visit from the police I’m surprised when I see a chick with long dark hair and an fairly decent size rack sitting in a wheelchair. I couldn’t say anything about her legs since they were in clad jeans but he general shape was pleasing to my eyes.
“Oh it’s you!” That makes me look her in the face, but nothing comes to mind immediately. It must have shown on my face “This afternoon, on the sidewalk you I snapped at you for trying to help me out!”
I snapped and cry out before she could continue “Look I’ve learnt the hard way, don’t try to help you when I see you out!” Getting snarkier “I fully get it so just fucking roll away and leave me alone!” Swinging the door closed only to have it blocked by her right arm.
“Wow Sally said you were a downer at times, maybe this is one of them!” Making me backup as she rolled forward into my place “Look all I wanted to do was to introduce myself and apologize for earlier today!” Holding out her left hand “I’m Shaylyn Bennett and I understand your Mark Connell
I don’t know what set me off, whether it was her barging into my house like that or her attitude from earlier in the day. I bypassed her hand and copped a feel of her right breast . getting a good grip on it through the light t-shirt and bra cup she had on, shaking it like a hand “Well that nice to know now how about getting the fuck out of my house!” Releasing her tit so she could go “I’m sure you don’t need help seeing yourself out!
“Say maybe Mr. Bonner was correct when he called you a surly bastard!” As she turned her chair around to go!
“SURLY BASTARD!” I reach out and grab the lowest part of the wheels and jerk then up and backwards. The sudden motion causes Shaylyn to tumble out of the wheelchair, landing face first on the floor as I toss the chair to the side of me, breaking a lamp on the coffee table “I’LL SHOW YOU WHO’S A SURLY BASTARD BITCH!
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