Cutty Ch. 24

"Just imagine everyone knowing about my recent escapades. Each of the girlfriends talking to their husband, they to their drinking buddies, and next everyone knows."

But the pushy-ness of Vivian had pulled her over, convinced her to stop her ordeal at once. "She really did handle it perfectly." Donna thought looking back.

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Vivian had convinced her the situation was going to get worse, not better, if she kept on following Ms. Brendan's instructions.

Next she had convinced her to take her losses now; her family was still ok, and nothing really troublesome had happened, apart from the sex in the Caribbean,

"Which was actually nothing but rape." Vivian had said, agreeing with her that that indeed had been nonconsensual.

Vivian was offering her support, and reminding her that she still had a bunch of real friends out there. And thus, the logical next step had been calling Ms. Brendan, and tell her no more.

Vivian had given her the phone in her hand, as she smiled encouraging, saying "Do it, girl."

Donna had fumbled with the phone. She had been convinced, but was still afraid, as she wondered what Ms. Brendan would do.

But Vivian was good. She knew what type of person she was dealing with, and while Donna had been nervously thinking what to do, Vivian had gotten up, had went into the kitchen, only to return moments later with a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses.

"You need a few drinks to do this properly." Vivian had said with a smile, as she was filling the glasses.

And indeed, a few drinks later and she had a lot more courage. With the never stopping encouragement of Vivian, she had actually started to feel invincible. Thus, it wasn't long before she had picked up the phone again, and this time she had dialed the number.

True, it took a few times redialing before she really had the courage to go through with the call, but eventually she did. Even though the first time the phone was picked u[ she, she hadn't spoken a word as the answering machine ran its message.

But finally, she had mustered enough courage, and just told Ms. Brendan where it's at.

Slow at first, but soon the angry sentences had just rolled out of her mouth, and she had basically told her to go to hell, never to call her again, and if she did, she would face the consequences.

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"Ok, ok," Vivian said, breaking Donna's line of thought.

"It is indeed a bit too awkward to mention to everyone. This is maybe more a type of story you mention to each other when we're all in a house for the elderly or so." She joked.

"But I will tell my family, and some of our friends can know too. The ones that can understand it, and don't talk. There is strength in numbers."

"Women that don't talk." Vivian laughed, "A rare species."

The night passed with Vivian and Donna talking, laughing together. They went through the actions they had to take, like calling lawyers, preferably from out of town, finding new jobs, probably even relocating far away from the clutches of Ms. Brendan.

There would indeed come a time with lots of changes, and it would be very difficult for her family, but Vivian ensured her she would support her all the way. Especially with convincing Robert it was for the best. Vivian always had been good in convincing men to see it her way.

It was a very positive talk, as Vivian painted a bright new future for Donna.

"Don't forget, you do have a lot more work experience thanks to Ms. Brendan. You can always use that in your new job." Vivian had reminded her. "The only thing will be that your job won't be anywhere near this city. And that might not even be a bad thing."

In all Donna felt great, and for the first time in months regretted when it was time to end the night.

As Vivian was putting on her coat Donna leaned against the door and said.

"She hasn't called back."

"No, she hasn't," Vivian said, as she adjusted her coat, "But I didn't expect her to.

"She understands it is over. That she has nothing anymore to blackmail you with. And that on the other side, you do."

Donna opened the door and let Vivian out.

"Thank you." She said as she kissed Vivian good night.

"No thanks, Donna." Vivian said as she chilled a bit from the cold, "It's what friends do for each other. You would have done the same for me.

"And all I did was clearing up the picture for you, giving you a little push. The rest you did yourself, you will do yourself. Remember, it is not over yet. We need to contact the lawyers, your family needs to know, enough you must do still.

"Your family will be the hardest. Robert for one will not take it gently. You must understand that."

Donna nodded, and watched Vivian walk in the dark across the lawn. She really admired her.

"I wish I had such a strong character, personality."

As Vivian got into her car, she waved at Donna one last time, and gave her a thumbs up.

Next the engine started, and the car drove off. She watched the car turn the corner, and disappear from view. She enjoyed the chill for a while, with her warm clothing, as she looked at the neighborhood. It all looked so much better now, somehow.

"What a difference a day makes." She thought as she watched the trees wave in the soft icy breeze, the scarcely lit road, the dark houses.

She closed the door and started to clean up before going to bed. And again, she experienced a strange feeling; she longed to go to bed.

"The last months going to bed meant first lessons by Ninon or practicing with dildos in my bed. That is all over now. Now I'll just go to bed to sleep, or to do whatever I want to do. Like reading a good book..."

It was amazing how much that thought made her happy. She almost cried.

However, as she went into the bathroom, she did fetch the ointment and rubbed it in her vagina and in her ass hole. The itch was still there.

"I will go with that to my old doctor. I'm sure I will get some serious treatment from him, not just a stupid ointment which just helps temporary. I'm thru with doctor Dow. Her solutions to my problems only made them worse, it seems."

It was just another thing she would have to do tomorrow morning.

In bed, nicely under the thick sheets, she lay awake for a while, spread eagle, feeling free. She wore an old rag of a t-shirt, boxer shorts from Robert, and socks. She deliberately had chosen the most awful items to wear, just to rebel some more. To test her freedom.

She looked up to the ceiling thinking nothing in particular, just being happy. After a while she rolled on her side, turned off the light, and fell asleep with a big smile on her face. It had been a good, very good night.