Thread: Anne in training (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

Anne slept on the couch, exhausted by the most amazing evening with her new boyfriend, Heath. He was her boyfriend, right? He seemed crazy about her, put up with the fact she had to wait tables some evenings. He tolerated that she'd needed to study for a test on their third date and they'd spent it here at his place going over her notes and kissing like fools. Why was he putting up with this? He was older than her 20 years, established, so amazingly together and sure of himself. Why would he want to be around a pain in the ass like her, when even her own parents wouldn't put up with her, and every previous boyfriend had kicked her to the curb as soon as they found something she wouldn't give them? Sure, Anne knew she was pretty, maybe even stunning if some of her past jerk boyfriends were to be believed. But long dark hair and big expressive brown eyes and a tall slender figure her friends in high school seemed so jealous of, all that only went so far -- in her whole life all her looks had attracted were awful boyfriends who just wanted to see how much they could take from her before they broke her heart. She felt unlovable, and yet still he was here, with her. Her boyfriend. It was her best sleep in years, ever maybe, even if it was only on his couch rather than his bed. But maybe someday. She woke and found he'd gone. Had he slept? She remembered them lying here together, his hands all over her, their bodies intertwined in gloriously complicated ways. She could still feel his touch on her skin, his lips still making her own tingle at the thought of his kiss. Where was he? And where did the blanket... Anne smiled, her heart warmer than she could remember it being. He was so sweet, she didn't deserve him. But she had him, she. Heath really wanted her. Heath!? You here? No response. She looked at the clock. Morning. He must have gone to work. She still wanted to know more about that. His success fascinated her, but she was afraid of coming off as a gold digger so she didn't pry, but she couldn't help spinning off little fantasies of him in a board room commanding other successful men, or leading a group of engineers or something equally impressive. The thought he was probably doing that right now, his blanket still across her mostly naked body, made her shiver with renewed desire for him. Anne had an hour until her morning class, only one that day, and then a short lunch shift at the diner. She wanted to skip it but her dad was already put out with her enough having agreed to let her work there in the first place, she couldn't afford a mistake with him. They had talked about dinner this evening. Anne would happily spend every evening with him, just worried he would find her clingy and run. But he had hinted at it, and he'd even told her where he kept the spare key -- under the third planter in the window sill outside. She could finish her shift and get back with some groceries and make him a fancy surprise dinner before he got back from work. It could be a 2 week anniversary dinner -- was that too much? She hoped not. She got up and sat down at his computer after finding her panties discarded at the door, remembering how he'd taken them off her practically as soon as they got in. She smiled as she sat, the blanket still around her bare shoulders and lit up his computer. He'd showed her the password on a slip of paper a few nights earlier, and she was still so pleased he trusted her with it. It was like he was the perfect antidote to every sick and twisted abusive or negligent boyfriend she'd had in the past 4 years. She'd felt like already 20 she was doomed to a life of losing at love. But then she'd met Heath. The password worked and she went to bring the browser up so she could check her email to make sure she hadn't missed any homework from the class she'd left early the previous evening to meet him for their dinner date. The browser popped up and Anne gasped her hand covering her mouth in shock and horror at the sight of the disgusting porn that suddenly appeared. Naked girls, men peeing in toilets, on the girls, men holding the girls by the hair and forcing them to lick the toilets... what was this? She clicked on one of the links and immediately regretted it. The video started and Anne stabbed desperately for the mute button. A girl kneeling next to the toilet, holding a man's cock, her own head over the toilet looking back at him while she... Anne looked away, then turned it off. This had to be a mistake. Anne knew about computer viruses and web hijackings or whatever. Some sort of spam email. But her heart was pounding, the possibility this was something Heath was doing too difficult for her to consider, and yet her heart couldn't help it. He had given her the password. So it had to be some computer glitch, he would never do this after inviting her to look at his computer whenever she wanted, right? He had meant she could look when she wanted? Was she snooping? Was she breaking the trust he gave her. Anne's brain chased it's own tail, and she sat in a daze, closing page after page of horrible sites filled with pictures and videos of girls being abused by men peeing on them, making them do things no girl would ever do, no way. Finally she just shut the computer down, regretting she even touched it. Could she just pretend she never saw it? If it was a glitch, he wouldn't know, wouldn't know how many pages she had closed. Ohh, she moaned with frustration at the pickle she felt herself in, pining for some way to keep his trust, keep the perfection of the previous evening and the way she'd woken just minutes earlier. She managed to dress, not even going back to her teeny apartment, just grabbing a little breakfast and hurrying straight to class. She went through the day in a daze. After class and a quick stop in her little place for lunch and a change of clothes her shift at Dad's diner was a mess as she botched three orders and dropped a bowl of Caesar's Salad. Dad was furious and his words still stung as she shopped for groceries for the dinner, as she used the key to get back in to Heath's place, as she cooked up a light stir fry with beef instead of chicken because that's what Heath liked. She was close to tears as she set the table perfectly, trying not to feel so miserable with how the day had gone, the day that was supposed to have been perfect. The door unlocked and opened, and she looked up from fussing over the napkins at the table. Anne tried with all her might to bring her mood back to the way it had been the night before. Heath... um... honey, you're home. I... I missed you and j-just, uh, thought I'd make a.... a... make dinner for us. it was all wrong. How could she fix it. How could she turn back time 24 hours and unsee what she'd seen, undo her snooping, and pretend this day never happened with even her dad coming down on her yet again. How was your day? It was wrong all wrong. She couldn't pretend, not with Heath, not if she wanted it to be real and honest between them. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I snooped on your computer but you left the password and I had to check my mail and you said I could use it and I just didn't realize... She was babbling, she could feel it but she couldn't stop. Well, I just, I think you have a virus or something. I opened the browser and there were all these sites there, sites I'm sure you didn't... well, they were just... they had to be fake, trick photography or something because it was porn only worse, you know? Can we get your computer fixed? She desperately hoped he would just nod and say he was already working on it.