“I’m staying out here, right here.” She tried.
GM smiled, “You most certainly are not staying out here Virginia, it’s cold for one - and well, simply put, I’m not leaving you out here.”
She sat breathing hard, trying to figure a way out of this, and knew there was no way out for her. Fact was, she was good and cold, her feet were freezing.
He stood watching her think, “I’m gonna carry you inside now Virginia, you can’t walk - you’ve got no shoes on your feet, and I imagine, they’re good and cold now.”
The look she shot him was filled with her displeasure.
“I have no choice but to carry you. I’ll be a perfect gentlemen about it, I swear.”
Virginia hated having to give up, but did. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. He leaned in scooping her into his arms, “Put your arms around me, don’t be so ornery.” Obeying, Virginia put her arms around his broad strong shoulders and hated every moment of it, because her body responded of its own will to being against him, lighting up with every moment of it. Using his foot, George closed the car door, looking into Virginia’s face, trying to get her to look him in the eyes. “Aaah come on, I’m not that bad am I, surely I’m not.” He coaxed gently, his Southern drawl was so sexy. With her held high against his chest he turned and made his careful way to the cabin stairs. Frost was everywhere, so he stepped carefully not to slip. “I get you inside, there’s a nice fire burning that’ll heat you right up. I ah - also, took the liberty of getting you a few things to wear - just in case it happened and you needed something. Good thing I did, because you do.” He explained reaching the large grand porch.
Virginia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. With nothing to say, she held her tongue looking before her. The cabin was not a little rustic hideaway, it had been built on a grand scale. Luxurious, spacious and bragging that money had built it. While she stared in awe of it, could see inside the large picture windows at the glowing of the fire within, she was suddenly hustled up and flipped over his shoulder without warning and squealed out.
He grinned mannishly, “Sorry, keys in my pocket and I didn’t wanna set you down.” He explained, finding the key and opened the door carrying her in just like that, over his shoulder. He walked her in a bit and sat her down. Stepping back to the door, he closed and locked it securing them within. “Well, what’a’yah think?” He asked in a good mood. “As you can see, I spared nothing for comfort. This place is mine, mine alone. Or… if you said the word… it could be yours. I’d give it to you Virginia, if you’d be mine.” He asked softly, watching her look around. She had his coat on which hung ridiculously oversized on her. One foot was pressed against the other, toes curled in - trying to get warm. She took his breath away just as she was. She was looking around the richly turned out cabin and then turned to him. “I’m cold.” Was all she said.
GM nodded his head while gazing into her eyes. “Up those stairs, turn right and head to the room there, you’ll find something to wear.”
She turned away from him and made her way up the stairs quickly, not stopping to look back at him. He waited to see if she would give him a glance, some kind of sign that she was considering what could be hers. No chance, she was down the hall in no time and soon he heard the door close just short of slamming.
Virginia stood in the bedroom he directed her to and instantly knew - he’d been planning this for a while. The room, femininely turned out, was breath-taking. He said he had gotten her a few things? No, nowhere near few. The room was filled with stunning nightgowns and wraps of silk and satin. White, cream, olive, blue, black. Day clothing outfits, long, draping, sexy and rich. She could barely move away from the door. She still wore his coat and wrapped her arms around herself in his oversized sleeves. Looking behind her, she saw there was no way to lock the door. Sighing long and deep, feeling oh so weary, Virginia walked towards the large bed, pushed the many gowns and drapes aside, pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed. She didn’t feel like thinking, and decided not to. Lying curled up warm, in his coat, her feet finally warming up, she dozed off to sleep - the last thoughts were of her children - but GM was a man of his word if nothing else. If he said they were okay, then somewhere, they were okay.
The sixteen hooded men, were just a bit disgruntled that they didn’t get a hold of their primary target. They’d wanted to lynch a few that night, but for some reason the darkies knew they were coming. The few they caught out there, took off running so fast there was no chance of catching them in the deep of night once they made it to the woods. Not one of them was willing to run off after them with the hooded gowns on. Still, they were happy to have left their calling card. A burning cross that lit up the night sky - along with busting out their shop windows and setting a few homes on fire. They made sure to light up the one supposedly belonging to the woman Virginia - said to be the cause of the community’s growth and success. Driving away, they laughed out loud, drinking illegal bootleg, hooting and hollering and making plans to do it again, the next time, they would make sure to sneak up on them and get a body or two hanging. Two of the sixteen that went along with the gang knew that would never come to be. As the two Ford trucks and one vehicle barrelled down the dark road, loud and speeding, the occupants began snatching off their hoods.
Larry, driving the vehicle that brought up the rear, glanced at his partner in crime, Calvin - who reached beneath the seat of the sedan, pulling out their Tommy guns - loading the circular cartridge. The timing was spot on as up ahead, they came upon headlamps facing them. The happy group in the trucks hadn’t a clue of what was about to take place, they were busy waving their hoods in the air, slugging back their rotgut - feeling elated at their first united attack on the Negro community behind them. They didn’t notice the lights ahead, or that one of the vehicles pulled in front of them blocking them. Everything happened so fast. They didn’t have time to notice the two shot up cars they’d suddenly pulled up beside, one on each side. Nor did they see the dead bodies lying to each side of the road. Suddenly the front truck was forced to put on brakes, causing the men in the truck to call out, “Whoooa!” As they’d almost been pitched forward and out of their precarious positions riding in back. The second truck also put on brakes just in time. The mist of the cool night rose around them.
“What in heck?” the front truck driver muttered.
Just then, their two, new fellow hoods-men pulled out from behind them and alongside. The riding men watched confused as Calvin, standing on the side board of the vehicle he rode, which slowed to a stop - began shooting off a Tommy gun, right at them. It wasn’t until the bullets hit, striking and making them shout out that they knew what they faced. The other vehicles took a turn in coming around to shoot them up from the other side once Calvin’s gun was empty. They never had a chance to back out. They never had a chance to figure out what had happened or why. Within a few moments, the rapid loud reports of bullets flying was over. Leaving a cloud of smoke to mix with the late night mist. Vehicles turned about and sped off into the night, leaving behind a swirling midst of death. Shot up, laying about bleeding with only a few left alive to wonder what had happened. Too injured, bleeding too profusely to possibly survive - one or two actually managed to drag themselves a foot or more, to finally succumb to death as they bled out. White worn sheets - peppered with holes and soaking up the crimson that flowed from each man - that died before they knew what hit them.
Bonita, her daughter, her future husband Clay Benny, his two daughters, Virginia’s children and a few others were taken back to their little town after they’d been spirited away before the attack. When they arrived, the acrid smell of smoke was in the air - broken glass everywhere. Two homes were burned beyond saving, Virginia’s and the house next to it belonging to another family. They’d been rushed off to a nearby deserted farmhouse where they’d been protected by armed men. The men got them to trust them by going directly to Bonita and saying to her, GM had sent them for their protection - the KKK would
be paying them a visit this night, go now or risk their lives by staying. They let her know that Virginia would be seen to as well, not to worry - but they needed to move and now. No more had been needed to be said, Bonita rushed telling Clay and others. Now in the dead of the night, tired one and all - they stood accessing the damage. Thankfully, there was no damage to Bonita’s home, nor Clay’s. They wasted no time taking the children into the house and putting them immediately to bed, while others slowly returned as well. They would be up most of the night, boarding up windows - and cleaning up the best that they could. Considering what could have been, the way of their lives in that time period - this was a good night.
Jacob could not sleep. He tossed and turned. Paced and prayed. Tormented over what he knew he’d taken part in. Surely there was no way that God would forgive him for this. Yet, he prayed for forgiveness anyway. Due to all that had taken place, and the danger that Virginia, the children - his son had been in, he’d had no choice in the matter. He paced wondering if all had happened yet? Where was everyone? Were they safe? His father had given his word. He’d promised that he would take care of everything, or everyone. Jacob had no choice but to believe him. As things stood, he was helpless to do anything one way or the other. All he could do, was wait. Tomorrow, he had to play it by ear and go along with whatever might or might not be. He sat on his bed, elbows to his knees, face in the palms of his hands and exhaled. One more desperate prayer to his Heavenly Father - and with little choice, he rolled sideways stretching out, hoping to finally find sleep. Hoping that God saw, the men’s actions left him little choice but to do what had to be done.
GM stood in the middle of his massive log cabin retreat - it was his peace. Everything was made of lumber, logs and rustic large furnishings. The prints were Native American hanging here and there, while the sofa, chairs and love seats were leather. Mounted on the walls also, bear hides, two heads of 8 points and 12 point bucks. Along with them, Elks and a Ram. Some walls boasted knotty wood pine panels that ran from the floor all the way up to the twenty-five foot ceiling. Massive picture windows opened to the surrounding woods, for all of nature and wild life to be clearly seen from within. In the distance, just a few steps away, a lake and stream that bled off into a pound filled with cattails, Lily pads, frogs to lie upon them, and fish waiting for the plate. Within the cabin, what immediately drew the eyes, a massive stone fire place filled with logs that were burning and popping, filling the room with an atmosphere meant to be used in seduction. No one knew of this retreat. Not even his closest and most trusted right hand men. The only other person that knew of it was up stairs right at that moment, he hoped, changing into one of the gowns he’d chosen and bought for her. He’d been dreaming of bringing her there for years. The fantasy had fuelled every moment, design, and detail of the rustic structure. Yes, it was fully masculine - but there were little things here and there that made it a warm and cozy haven for even a woman. That woman was Virginia Piercey.
GM gazed at the large round star like brass clock that told him it was two in the morning. Seeing the time, he imagined that all he’d set in motion to be done, was by then, done. His men knew that if they hadn’t heard from him, they were to carry on as usual until they did. He thought about his son, Jacob - and immediately dismissed him. He’d fulfilled all to him that he would - he was done passing him the very things in life he’d desired for himself. His son needed to earn his way - no more easy rides from daddy. Mainly speaking, Virginia. GM would no longer put off having her for himself - she’d been wasted on his son - the soon to be Baptist minister.
Walking to the stone bar, GM sat his empty snifter down and turned looking towards the stairs. She should have shown herself by now.
Slowly, he walked from the bar, keeping his eyes on the stairs until he was there mounting them. Slowly he made his way up, listening for any sound to come from the room opposite door from his own. He had a buzz on, not drunk - just smooth and uninhibited, completely relaxed. He finally got to the top of the stairs and made his way to her door. Laying his ear against it, he listened. Nothing, no movement - not a sound. With his hand on the knob, he slowly turned it and pushed the door open looking within, trying to spot her in the room. His eyes went around the room and fell to the bed last, where the shape of her body showed from beneath the covers.
He stepped within. Inhaled deeply and then exhaled. Closing the door behind him, he walked to the bed, to the side she was laying on. Standing still, he gazed down into her sleeping face, relaxed, smooth brown skin and lips he’d dreamed of kissing for too long. GM made up his mind, and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Virginia snuggled, sighed and shifted back a bit. Right away, she smelled him - that expensive cologne he wore - it was wonderful. The man had taste, he always smelled so good. She could also feel the heat of his body next to hers. She realized as well, that his arm was over her waist - as if holding her in place so that if she moved, he would know it. The entire time that Virginia came to awareness - she remained still - keeping her eyes closed. She wondered what time was it? She wanted so badly to move, but was afraid. However something in her manner must have changed, something alerted him.
“You’re awake. I’ve been dozing off and on getting some sleep - waiting for you.” He spoke softly in the pre-dawn hour. He went quiet, waiting on her to say something. He smiled, “I see,” he murmured snuggling in even closer to her, squeezing his arm tighter about her, speaking once more, this time up close into her ear. “Come on, I know you’re awake - don’t pretend.” He leaned down and kissed her ear two of three times, moist sucking tender kisses, then moved to the line of her jaw as he rolled her to her back.
“No!”
He finally got a reaction as her eyes shot open.
“Knew you were faking,” He kept turning her, regardless of her struggle against it.
“Let me go, let me up!”
“Why? Why would I do that? Hm? You know how long I’ve wanted to have you - just this way?” As he spoke, he worked to spread his coat open and away from her, removing it as it were, “Why didn’t you change, all these lovely things - gowns, under things, surely there’s something here you like.” He went on around her struggling against him, but she was no match for him. He wasn’t the least bit bothered about her meager resistance. While she was growing winded, breathing deep, he seemed to barely notice how she fought him.
“So - you gone take me - even if I don’t want you?” She gruffed.
GM smiled tossing his coat away from them, “Yes I am. See, you want me, oh yes - I know it’s true. Even if it’s only a little bit - that’s plenty enough for me. There’s something between us, been there a long time now. Deny it all you want - but I always know when a woman has that secret little itch for me. You itching now - oh yes you are. Today, this morning, I’m gone spend some time, scratching that itch. Time for you to have a real man. Not a boy, trying to be - huh? You know that’s right - don’t you.” He was kissing her, partially on top, ripping her gown down the front - wishing to get to her body, her skin. Wasting no time, he whistled in awe and appreciation as his fingertips encountered her smooth silky skin. “Sssss, look at here… oooh, I knew it.” He gasped in passion. He went back to kissing her, his hands finding and lingering at all her feminine places. He didn’t hear her, paid no attention to what she wanted, he was tuned in only to the unmistakable flinches that gave away the pleasure points he was hitting. “This night, morning, day - weekend … you gone be all mine Virginia - all mine. Like it or not… but… I happen to know… you likin’ it - oh yeah you are. I’m going to love you a long time - over and over. So … come on, give in to me, give - in - to me.” His passion insisted. His strength - body - well-endowed need forced her to accept him. The whole time - he murmured his intent. His deep southern drawl singing in her ear, along the column of her neck where he kissed and pecked. At first tender, careful and in awe until he was driven with hard persistent passion. She tried to brace, to block him - a complete waste of ener
gy.
It was to no avail - he wanted her and that day - he had her twice before he let her turn away from him.
Sitting on the side of the bed, naked and sated for the moment - he turned to look at her bare back. “Just so you know - I’m keeping you until Monday.”
She shot up holding the sheet over her breasts, “You’ve had me, now let me go! I want to see my children.”
“Told you they fine. In fact, I’m going to check on them now. I’ll be locking you in. Got someone watching t’make sure you don’t try to slip away,” He lied - but she didn’t know that.
Virginia sat glaring at him, breathing deep.
“While I’m gone - you’ll clean yourself up - do your hair - fix yourself up for me, put on one of these expensive getups. I’m hungry, you’ll prepare us something good to eat and you’ll enjoy every moment you’re doing it. You try an’ poison me - that man will know something’s wrong - he’ll come in and kill you. You hear that? So don’t try it.” Of course more lies but he knew the threat alone would do it. He stood naked before her, further informing her as she watched him slip his legs into his pants, “You may as well find a way to enjoy this - once I’m ready, I’ll have you again - slowly, more slow than the last time.” He was saying as he collected his clothing from “her” room. “Next time, I don’t want you keeping it from me - that I’ve pleasured you. Yes, I know I did - I’m no wet behind the ears boy - I know when a woman’s body has been shot right through. You almost bit the top of your tongue off.” He stood staring down at her, grinning, enjoying every moment of it. His devil may care arrogance was filled with confidence, showing who was in charge there.
All she could think to say to him was, “How can you do this to Jacob?”
His face transformed immediately to hot hostility, leaning across the bed on one knee and right into her face he said with biting heat, “I’ve given him more than enough!”
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