Although each chapter is a story on its own, you might enjoy it more by starting with chapter 1 as there may be references to characters or events that happened in previous chapters.
Chapter 13: Bethany in distress
On Thursday evening around nine o'clock, I was watching an episode of 'Naked Attraction', a British, funny, and entertaining, dating show, whereby the participants go starkers. When the participant that wants a date is a man, he is shown six naked female candidates in colored pods, if it's a woman she gets six men. Then, piece by piece, their bodies are unveiled by a rising curtain, first showing the legs and pubes, then up, just over the boobs, and finally the faces. After each unveiling, the participant has to send one of the candidates home until in the end there are only two left. The participant then has to get naked as well, giving the final two candidates the same privilege; that's when the final choice for a date needs to be made. I have never in my life seen so many tattoos and piercings as in that show, but I must say there were also some very beautiful women as participants as well as candidates.
But coming back to that night, all of a sudden the doorbell rang, several times. Startled, I jumped up to see who it was. I wasn't expecting anybody that night, so looking at the video phone, I was surprised to see Bethany, and from the look of her, she was seriously distressed. I buzzed her in and rushed down the stairs to see what was wrong. She looked a fright. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her mascara was all over her face, her clothes partly torn, her shoes mud-caked and she was shaking like a leaf.
"Oh my God Bethany, what's happened, to you?"
Not a word came out of her, she was crying and heaving and kept on shaking. I put my arm around her shoulders and escorted her up the stairs, installing her on the sofa. She couldn't stop crying, so I let her carry on for a while. After ten minutes she seemed to calm down slightly, and the heaving ceased, although she kept on whimpering. Finally she looking at me with a half-black, mascara face.
"Oh my God I must look a fright!" was the first thing that came out.
That was already slightly reassuring as she still seemed to care what she looked like.
"What happened to you Bethany, why are you in such a state?"
"Oh I'm sorry I came to you, but I had no idea where else I could go."
"I'm pleased you came to me -- no need to apologize, but please tell me what's happened to you, why are you crying, have you been attacked?"
"No, well yes, I have been sort of attacked; I had a horrible experience and you're the only person I could think of who could help and listen to me and not laugh at what happened."
"Dear oh dear, when you ring my bell looking all disheveled like this I'd definitely not laugh, on the contrary, I'd be very be concerned. Please take your time and tell me what brought this on."
Again total silence, it was clear she was battling internally with herself to decide if she'd made the right choice to ring my bell. Should she leave or should she confide in me? The latter finally took the upper hand and she burst into her story.
"After our encounter the other day, I decided that I was indeed far too young to sit behind the geraniums and wither away. You rekindled my fire to enjoy life again, so I decided to subscribe to one of those dating sites and see what adventures life still had in store for me."
"Excellent, I like it so far, but please continue."
"Well I swiped left and I swiped right and I ended up with what looked like a good-looking man, who didn't live too far away from here. He seemed a decent chap with a good job. As I wanted to take it slow and not immediately go on a date we started to correspond, he told me about his life and I told him about mine and we seemingly had a lot in common. He liked going out to dinner and the theatre; he preferred comedies, just like I do and we had a similar taste in music, we even watched the same shows on television."
Bethany seemed to be getting better, but she was still heaving a bit, so I asked: "Can I get you something to drink Bethany? Some water, or would you prefer a glass of wine, a cup of tea, or something stronger?"
"A cup of tea would be very nice thank you," she replied.
"OK let me put the kettle on, why don't you join me in the kitchen, so you can continue your story."
We adjourned to the kitchen where I got busy making tea for both of us.
"That all seems nice and pleasant, so how do we go from there to the tears and you clearly being so upset today?"
"After a few weeks of rather intense correspondence, we decided to have a first date, this evening. He was going to pick me up and we would go to dinner. So at eight this evening he picked me up at home with his car and off we went. I had no idea where he was taking me as he had been rather secretive about it in his mails, but it was supposed to be a top-notch place."
"Well, there are plenty of nice restaurants in the neighborhood so that makes sense."
"But once we were in his car he started to act weird, almost immediately he put his hand on my leg and said that I would definitely like what he had in mind for me. I should have already seen that something was wrong with such behavior, but you know I am gullible when it comes to people, especially men, you being the exception Lew, I trust you completely and you haven't failed me."
"Thank you Bethany I'm flattered."
"No really, you are, but this guy absolutely was not. So after a bit, I got suspicious about where he was taking me and what he had in mind, I didn't have to wait very long to find out. After a few miles, he turned into a lane in the woods, stopped the car and crawled all over me, tearing at my clothes, trying to restrain me, grabbing my boobs and tugging at my panties, while he was saying that I wanted it, that I had begged him to fuck me, it was written all over my face."
