Semua Bab Club Voyeur Series (4 Books in 1): Bab 271 - Bab 280

OscarWe had to carry Edgar to the cars. It was only about half a mile, but it was a real pain in the as8s. He had broken his leg when he fell over the wall and though none of us wanted to touch him, we did. We grabbed his arms and uninjured leg and lugged his annoying as9s. Brody or I could have carried him in a fireman's hold, but I didn't want him touching any part of me. I don't think the other guys did either. He was evil personified, and it was bad enough just touching one of his limbs.We threw him in the trunk and oh, shi8t...."Hey Moe. To make it believable that he left on his own, we should take his car too," I blurted out as soon as I thought of it.Surprise flashed across Moe's face. There were nine of us, but not one of us had thought of that little fact. We had been kinda busy planning a rescue, cleaning a crime scene and whatnot, right?"Where are his keys?" Moe asked the group, in his usual no-nonsense manner. We almost fu8cked up but we could fix it.."We emptied his

BillI listened at the doorway while Oscar spoke to Analiese. I'm pretty sure he knew I was there. Anyway, the door was open, so he had to know that anyone could hear what they were saying - or what he was saying. He translated everything, being clear and concise with his words and her reactions to what he was saying. I was actually pretty proud of him for proding her. She wasn't comfortable with me right now, and that hurt. I struggled with it at first, but Gloria told me that she was ashamed. My baby had nothing to be ashamed of. They call women the weaker se9x for a reason - and it wasn't for women to get pissed about. It was a fact. Most men were bigger and stronger. Most women couldn't fight them off. Facts. Unfortunately, some very evil men had used that strength against her. I didn't blame her for that. I blamed myself. I think we all did.Every single man that went on the rescue mission was pissed as fuc9k. Some of us were able to take out that rage on the men who had orchestr

AnalieseOn the third day, when I woke up, I didn't call (or knock) for Oscar right away. I needed to be the adult that I was and start figuring things out for myself. My family needed to realize that I was going to be okay. And I was going to be okay. I decided to start today. I went to the bathroom to do my business. I even jumped into the shower and that's where Oscar found me."Good morning, baby," he said from behind the curtain. He'd been so respectful of me and almost clinical. Not touching me in any way that could be construed as sexua8l. Don't get me wrong, he was loving, but his touches didn't linger. His eyes didn't light up with lust. I felt about about that. I didn't want him to suppress that side of himself, at least not around me. The side of myself that wanted his attention on my body, warred with my mind that said, nope, not today."Good morning," I chirped back.What!??I threw back the curtain and stared at Oscar. I spoke!I tried again."I love you," it was the fir

AnalieseI'm leaving the house again. It's nearly summer and the days are getting hotter. It's only eighty-six degrees, but the humidity is a killer, making it feel like ninety-six. I went to Las Vegas once and the heat of one hundred and one was easier to bear because there was no humidity. I also heard that you would die faster of dehydration because you don't notice the heat as much for that reason. I always keep my hair up and off my neck. I hate the stickiness of it sticking to my neck, but while in Vegas, I kept it down. There, it was the opposite of here. Maybe the intense heat licked away the sweat before it settled? I didn't analyze it that hard. Still, this was home. I had to get acquainted with my environment again. I could do this. I had to be strong.We went the opposite way today, as the Mercado was on the other side of our neighborhood from the direction we had gone yesterday towards Oscar's apartment. I was fine with that because I wasn't sure what had triggered me yes

AnalieseI woke up in the middle of the night. It was pitch dark in my room. I looked out the open door and could see the house was dark. Everyone would be asleep. I felt Oscar next to me, like he had been for a couple of weeks now. He had taken up the habit of sleeping under a separate blanket for the sake of my parents, namely my father. Just like the way the door was always left open.Oscar snored lightly, a sound that comforted me. I slept so long that I missed my parents coming home and I missed dinner. I really had to pee, so I got the covers off and went to the bathroom. I didn't think I had disturbed Oscar, but I was wrong. I went back to bed, even though I wasn't a bit tired anymore. I didn't know what to do with myself. I thought about grabbing my phone, but I didn't want to wake Oscar."Babe?" he asked, in a husky sleepy voice."Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I whispered."Are you okay?" he clarified."Yep, I slept so long, I'm not tired anymore."I snuggled into him, a