Chapter 8

New elections were held in less than a month, and Al Roth, the father of the girl who had exposed the corruption in that particular union local, was elected to an overwhelming victory. He would serve as the president of the local until his retirement.

Judy was now her father's secretary, and the accounting firm for which Debbie, her sister, worked, had been hired to take charge of the local's books and make sure nothing funny was going on. Perhaps it was for the best, though Judy had thought about doing a little skimming for herself.

What really bothered Judy was the public knowledge that she had been raped. She figured no man on earth would be interested in her, after that. Just as she was ready to become despondent, she met Mike Goodbody. Mike owned the CB shop near where she lived, and he had often harbored the desire to ask her out for a date. He had been too shy to do so. For some reason he seemed to feel that the day she was coming home from her first day as her father's secretary was as good a day as any to ask her, and he stopped her as she walked by his place.

"Hi," he smiled at her.

"What?" Judy asked.

"I said, hi. I'm Mike. I own this store. I've seen you go by here every day, and I've always wanted to ask you a question."

"Well what is it?" Judy asked, waiting for some smart-alecky remark on his part.

"I just wanted to know if you were free Saturday evening?"

"Before you go asking questions like that, I think you ought to know just who you're asking the question."

"Oh? Are you royalty or something?" he teased.

"No, I'm the girl who was in the papers. You know, the one who was subjected to a triple rape."

"So?"

"Don't you understand?" she asked. "I'm a 'used' girl."

"I didn't know girls were like cars. You mean there are the new models and the used only?"

"Oh boy, you're really cute."

'Hey, look," Mike said to her, "I'm not trying to be cute. I'm trying to get a date with you. How about it?"

"Why?"

"Because I like the way you look."

"Are you sure you want to go out with me?"

"Stop asking dumb questions. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure."

"Okay," Judy told him, and gave him her address. "When?"

"Saturday night?"

"Fine."

So when Saturday night rolled around, Mike Goodbody picked her up in his old AMX and drove to the heart of the city, where they went to a restaurant, saw a show, and then went dancing. Judy had the time of her life, but she was worried about what he'd try to do when he took her home.

When the time came, he dropped her at her apartment house, saw her to her door, and left, but not before making a date with her for the following Saturday night. Soon he was seeing her on Sundays, as well, but not once did he try kissing her.

One Sunday, he brought her to his apartment to show her his hi-fi stereo setup, and he played a lot of records without making a pass.

"What's the matter?" she finally asked. "You keep taking me out but you don't even try kissing me. You make me feel awful."

"Well, I wouldn't do that for the world," he told her, and gathering her in his arms, he kissed her, hard. She responded with equal vigor, and she felt the juices in her body starting to flow automatically. It was love, damn it! Now, for the first time, she wanted to make love to a man, but was afraid to broach the subject, thinking he might consider her a tramp.

Unable to take the torrid kissing for any length of time, she finally said to him, "Don't you want to make love to me?"

"I've been dying to do just that for a long time," he whispered, "but I was afraid how you might take it. After all, I know you've had one hell of a traumatic experience ... "

"If I tell you something will you promise not to get angry or be disappointed with me?"

"You're one girl who could never disappoint me," he told her.

"Well, when they did it—when they raped me, I liked it."

"Seriously?"

"Uh huh. I've never admitted it to anyone else, not even my sister, but it's the truth. I liked it. So if you want to rape me, you just go right ahead."

"Rape is so gauche," he insisted. "Why should I have to hurt or force you, when we can do it all gently, with the love we feel for one another. Oh, I know you love me, Judy. You see, I love you. I want to marry you. I know it sounds old-fashioned, but I'm a kind of old-fashioned guy. So before I screw the lovely little butt off you, tell me, will you marry me?"

"You can bet your own butt on that," she assured him.

They undressed without haste and lay down on the carpet with soft music playing, and they proceeded to hug and kiss and cling to one another as if each was part of the other and didn't want to let go.

When the time was right, they both knew it. Judy lay on her back, and Mike mounted her, sliding right into her, saying, "I hope you become pregnant so you have to marry me as quickly as possible."

"I hope so, too," she gasped.

"Well, I guess there's only one way to see if it can be done," he said, and began thrusting into her.

Judy was in heaven.