Thread: Gone and Back Again Dreams and Reality (Wolvenrogue and Lagertha)

Joseph Giles Jarvis III. The name conjured up visions of a young, up and coming Ivy League preppy. If Joe's parent had had anything to say about it that is exactly what Joe at the age of 18 would have been. His father organ had used his influence to get him an almost guaranteed acceptance to Princeton, and hoped he would take it and pursue Law. It was , after all, the family tradition. Joe had other ideas. Growing up with every advantage, he used what he had to chase girls, and found them to be easy marks. His life was free and easy, and he got what he wanted. Every time. Including Janet. She was acknowledged by everyone in his class to be the most desirable, sexy, and vivacious girl in the school. She took to him almost immediately from the moment he first picked her up in his Mercedes convertible. The car was expensive, fast, and luxurious. It just added to his image. Joe would have preferred a mustang, but the Merc cost him nothing. Soon enough he had coaxed Janet out of her panties and pushed her short plaid skirt up as he reclined her seat in the parking lot at the beach. She said she was on the pill, and Joe believed her. It had been a lie. twenty minutes later, as his sticky cum drooled out of Janet's sopping and no longer virginal pussy, his whole life had changed. Joe didn't know it but he was on the road to a whole new life. One he had never imagined. Three months later, after missing her third period in a row, a panicked Janet had purchased a pregnancy test and that night as they sat eating dinner, She silently laid it on the table between them. Jack nearly vomited with the shock of it, and Janet broke into tears. Being Catholic both their families refused to allow them to abort the child. Joe's father was more concerned for the family name than for his son or soon to be granddaughter. He rented them an apartment 500 miles away in Richmond Virginia, and banished the couple from his life. Janet's parents were no more understanding. Six months later a beautiful baby girl came into the world. Instead of embracing the little family had, Joe's parents had a cruel surprise for them. Joe had been disinherited. His father had purchased a small house for them in Perth Austrailia on the other side of the world. There they would have to make their own way, on the other side of the world. They boarded the 747 for their flight with no one to see them off, headed for a world they had never seen, and ironically never would. some 18 hours later over the Indian Ocean, their plane lost an engine, and after an hour of struggling to make land, crashed into the Indian Ocean. 3 days later, Joe washed ashore on an uninhabited Island off the coast of New Zealand. Janet and his daughter, along with the rest of the passengers and crew perished in the crash and were never found. Everyone assume Joe had been among them. So it was that Joe simply disappeared. Joe woke up the next morning as the hot sun beat down on his blistered body. He was weak but alive, and very alone. The island was small only 10 miles long, but being alone on it, made it seem infinitely lonely. Joe pulled in to himself and though he nearly starved, learned to survive and even thrive. With each passing year he became more feral, a little more animal and a little less human. That is until some eighteen years later, he found something on the beach. Something that would change his life forever for the second time. Something he had sought up and down for nearly 15 years before finally despairing of ever seeing another living soul. It was the body of a young woman perhaps seventeen years old. He approached her hoping she was not dead.