Angel needed someone to comfort her--to tell her everything would be okay--but that was no longer Jack Steeple.
The nerdy voice inside her head said, "Serves you right for leaving the convent."
Talking out loud she looked in the rear view mirror and took hold of herself. "You got into this mess, now be strong and see it through."
She locked up her dad's old Buick, combed her hair, straightened her clothes, and took the walking path to Joseph Sylvia State Beach Park.
Seeing Jack's car nearby, she decided to wait for him at the entrance to the park.
As she waited, two shadowy figures strolling hand and hand crossed the street and came towards her.
At the veterans memorial they stopped and played like kids.
The woman ended up putting her head in and out of the "Cottage City Play House."
Before long her entire body was inside, with her skirt and bare legs dangling out the front door.
Putting his hand inside the miniature gingerbread house, her companion began tickling her.
Emanating from the chimney, Angel heard a laugh. A silence and then, "Oh baby, you can keep doing that all night long."
Before long she cried out again, "Oh God, yes, yes, keep doing it like that . . ."
Suddenly he pulled her out, wrapped her legs around his waist, and tumbled onto the grassy knoll behind them.
Groans filled the air above her and soon Angel was caught up in their ecstasy--vicariously living through them.
Coming to her senses, she up and walked away, but instead of farther away, she ended up on a bench closer to them.
Unseen in the darkness, she sat down in the sand, and then went flat on her back with her feet up on the bench.
Pushing and rocking, caressing her own body as if in a trance, she mimicked their motions and got off on the sounds of their love making.
Aroused, her nips turned hard and erect--her mind went mercifully blank--her body took over and her cares left.
Her back arched and her hips thrust as she dropped her free hand between her legs.
Inside her puffy slit, she found a swollen hard spot begging to be rubbed as much as the tiny opening beneath it, begged to be filled.
Instinctively, she placed two fingers into her wetness and pumped them as the other hand rubbed her button and delivered her straight to orgastic heaven.
It's questionable who yelled out first, who climaxed first, the couple or Angel.
It was the best feeling she had ever experienced in her life.
Quite unaware they assisted Angel in having her first climax, the couple got up, hugged, kissed, and continued on down the path and out of the park.
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Turning her head, she saw Jack leaving the bar across the street and walking towards his car.
Meeting her half way he hollered out, "Hey girl, we're going further on down the beach, having a party."
They followed a marked moonlit path through the dunes to a secluded cove.
The breeze kicked up and served to cool them down quickly.
Huddling under blankets in the sand the women warmed up while the men built a bonfire and passed around the take-out bar food--pickled pigs feet, pizza, subs, beer, and coffee from their thermos bottles.
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Even though it soon became bone chilling cold, Jack's friends moved back from the fire.
"Let's do it too, for privacy," he
said moving the blanket.
Alarmed, she pushed him away when he tried to lay on top of her. "Not now, please, for God's sake, not now."
Shushing her up, he ran his hand up under her shirt saying, "They can't see us they won't know WHAT we're doing."
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Laughter soon broke the lull. Words flew back and forth in a guttural French dialect.
Hoping that Jack was not making jokes at her expense, she asked him what the jokes were about. He laughed and said not to be so sensitive--cut down on the pride.
Pride. Of course. One more sin to add to her load.
Life was going to hell fast.
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Washing down the pizza with his last beer, Jack started french kissing her and being rough.
Exhausted, she didn't put up much of a fight. What's the use she thought.
About the time she was ready to surrender to the inevitable, he passed out and left her colder than she had ever been in her life.
Shivering, unable to sleep and terribly afraid of the animal cries from the forest, she stayed close to him until dawn.
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Early in the morning, they ended up at the mother and daughter's for breakfast.
Suddenly, out of nowhere Angel's mother and little sister appeared in the driveway. She could only guess they found her by driving around town looking for Jack's flashy red convertible.
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Leaning on the car door, Angel talked to her mother through the window and pretended all was well, that she and Jack were simply having an early morning business meeting.
She longed to get in the car and let her mother take her home. Instead she pretended as though everything was okay, instead of terribly wrong.
As her mother drove away, her little sister waved excitedly out the window, yelling "I want to be just like you someday!"
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Back at her cottage, Angel called her friend and roommate Gwen who was only too happy to gossip about what she'd learned via the "Brown Bagger's Beach Bash" in the park.
"Angel, Jack told everybody, you guys aren't engaged at all . . ." Then with a deep breath she added, "That niece of your neighbors, been flirting with him, she was with him when he spilled the beans."
Angel was stunned, but suddenly it was all clear. Why
Jack was nervous about the neighbors seeing him, bringing her home at 6 a.m.
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Now on the back porch, not caring if she lived or died, she wondered how many of her friends he had told he slept with her, de-flowered her, took her virginity.
But then it didn't matter anymore. She was numb. All she felt for Jack Steeple had vanished.
For the very first time in her life, she truly hated another human being.
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Angel thought about turning on the old fashioned gas oven and not lighting it--letting it kill her--but she knew that was wrong and fought to stop such thoughts.
Instead, she got up and called out. "God hear me. There is a whole world out there waiting for me. Give me courage to go find it, I need your help."
As she left the flimsy screen door hit her in the butt.
Laughing at the irony, she went into the kitchen to write goodbye letters, one to her roommate, and one to her parents.
She told her parents she was leaving town to make a new life --a new career and would write
when she was settled and explain everything--not to worry.
Basically she said the same thing to Gwen adding a P.S. about Jack, confident it would get back to him.
Without going into detail, she said Jack had lied to her, that in time and with God's help, she hoped to forgive him and herself for being so foolish and gullible.
She left out the part about being worried about pregnancy or that he had his way with her.
Ashamed, she vowed no one would ever know what really happened.
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Packing what she'd need in one suitcase, she took a taxi down to the bus station on the 13th. of July, and bought a one way ticket to Boston that included the Woods Hole Ferry.
Afraid someone might see her leaving town, she hid in the station's restroom until it was time for the Peter Pan Bus to leave.
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Arriving at South Station in Boston at 10 p.m. Angel met her first citizen, a street person asking for coffee money.
It made the world outside the doors of the bus station all the more intimidating underlining a harsh realty of life.
If you were old, ugly and broke, few had the time of day for you, leave alone a hand-out.
Angel gave her what she could, remembering the old saying, "If you can't be generous when it's hard, you won't be when it is easy."
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Approaching a ticket window, Angel asked how far it was from a good neighborhood and respectable hotels.
His badge said his name was Theodore.
He had a sincere smile and was easy to look at, dark slicked back hair, a white dress shirt and black horned rimmed glasses.
His age was hard to tell, but she could tell he was older.
Whatever it was, he was a handsome man. What couldn't be missed was his left arm. It was shorter than the other and appeared shriveled.
Somehow, to Angel, it made him more approachable than what he would have been otherwise.
The first question she asked him was,"Is it safe for me to take the "Red Line" this time of the night?"
He assured her it was, but if she didn't mind waiting, he'd be off work in twenty minutes and would be happy to escort her to the Charles which he said said was the nicest and most reasonable hotel.
When they left South Station, she noticed he was carrying a trumpet case and asked him about it.
"I play trumpet at the Cantab on open-mic nights. Could I talk you into going over there with me? It's an interesting mix of people, maybe you'd enjoy it."
"It sounds interesting, how far away is it?"
"It's in Cambridge, about ten minutes away from the Charles and across the street from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.
I'll make sure you get back to your hotel safely when it's over."
Not knowing why, she agreed to go.
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To Be Continued: Runaway Angel (Part 3)
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