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Post by ydderf on Dec 22, 2023 16:34:27 GMT -6
Thank you
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 23, 2023 15:57:07 GMT -6
He walked away and went to tend the chickens and bring some more food out of storage. Rahab was left sitting there thinking “how dare he treat me like that and talk to me like that.” Then him leaving before she could say anything really had her fuming. In the past, men had always tried to please her when she shook her backside or flashed some flesh and a smile their way. But Dillon wasn't falling for any of her tricks.
She sat there thinking about her life up to this point of time. Her grandmom had read her the bible and tried bringing her up in God's word but she thought grandmom was just controlling her and keeping her from enjoying life and having fun. Her grandmom had always told her to get off social media, that the “life” portrayed on there had nothing to do with reality. That Rahab wasn't going to find a decent man in that type of setting. But Rahab had seen “decent” as meaning dull and boring. So when Chad had come along and she got the tingles and butterflies in her stomach over his bad boy antics, she jumped at the chance to run away with Chad.
Then her life with Chad as a 16 year old runaway living on the streets. At first it was 1 long party, panhandling for money to buy alcohol and food for the day. Finding some out of the way place for them to sleep each night, no one to be accountable to. Free birth control at the clinic and showers once or twice a week. Sometimes she would see and hear her grandmom in a dream, but the worldly pleasures of sin squelched grandmom's warnings.
The economy started getting bad and they often were barely able to panhandle enough money for a 6 pack of beer, let alone money for food. Late nights would find them dumpster diving behind restaurants for something to eat. That is how she got started in prostitution. One night they were caught in the dumpster by the owner. The man said since they were doing that, they must need money. He offered $100 for sex with her. Before she could say anything, Chad agreed and said to pay the money up front. The man told other guys and soon she had several clients a week. When the government moved to Costa Rica, Chad followed and soon set up a prostitution business, adding several other women to the business.
Of course Chad had to try the other women, telling Rahab that it was to ensure the quality of their service, it meant nothing and she was still his girlfriend. Chad soon had made enough political connections that he had Rahab servicing government officials and wealthy business men. After the first 3-5 clients, it was just all business for her, she felt nothing. She just pretended to be attracted to the men. She never knew about the study that was done, proving that when a woman had more than 3-5 intimate partners, it was extremely hard for them to pair bond with a man. The only man she still got the butterflies in her stomach for was her 1st man, Chad. But being intimate with him was a rare occasion now because she was popular with the clients and was busy 5 or 6 times a week. And Chad never kissed her on the lips any more, it was just sex and done.
Rahab wasn't getting any money for her services, Chad was keeping it all. She got free room and board. She got the “fancy life” by being very good at what she did and her clients rewarded her with expensive food, nice clothes, perfume and jewelry. Every week she had a medical examine and STD test, her birth control was injected and it was good for a year. Chad was spending less and less time with her and she was jealous of him with the other women. Chad would beat her when she got mad or questioned him.
After several years, she got mad enough to run away. She was always looking over her shoulder for Chad chasing after her. She headed north by accident. She had thought about prostituting along the way to get food and supplies, but the rough looking men she had seen were not what she was used to. She thought they might not just settle for a 1 time transaction of sex for food and might just keep her permanently. So she took to going through the trash for food like she did in the past, or stole from places along the way. Several times she had been chased but had managed to get away. As she made her way farther north, she stole a coat and hat that was hanging outside on a line. That almost had cost her life as a bullet whizzed over her head as she went over the hill top. Apparently the people out this far had not paid attention to the no guns law the government had.
As she traveled, she got into the self pity mode as she thought over her life, blaming her grandmom for driving her into Chad's arms. Then blaming Chad for making her a prostitute. Anyone to blame but her own choices. Then she found herself way out in the snow areas, weak from hunger, cold and travel, facing a pack of wolves with a stick and knowing that she was just seconds away from being wolf chow. Then seeing a man appear out of nowhere yelling and killing wolves with his rifle. Then feeling him pick her up in his arms just as she fainted. Then she had treated Dillon rudely since she had woke up. She found herself naked except for her panties but he hadn't touched her while she was fainted, he still had made no move on her all this time. He provided food for her, a warm shelter and clothes to wear. He removed her tracking chips and protected her from Chad forcing her back into prostitution. All he asked of her was to help out with chores.
Rahab sat there looking at Dillon working at the stove, making the meal after having gave her the ultimatum. She realized that she had been nothing but a pain in the neck for him since he had found her and took her in. Remorse came rushing in on her as she realized she was the evil one. She arose and went over the short distance to him. She apologized for all her behavior and said that she wanted to stay on his terms. That she wanted to learn the ways of being out here and pull her weight in doing chores. She asked him to teach her and she would pay attention this time, starting with her helping to make the meal. He looked at her for several long minutes, then said okay but there would be no other chances if she was lying. She nodded her head in understanding.
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Post by sniper69 on Dec 23, 2023 16:08:42 GMT -6
iamnobody - thank you for another excellent chapter.
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Post by gipsy on Dec 23, 2023 18:09:31 GMT -6
Time will tell, when it gets hard.
Merry Christmas
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Post by feralferret on Dec 23, 2023 23:27:29 GMT -6
Thanks, iamnobody.
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Post by prepguy on Dec 24, 2023 7:48:54 GMT -6
Caught back up. Eagerly looking forward to the next installment.
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Post by texican on Dec 27, 2023 0:54:22 GMT -6
Iam,
Good story. Read from the start thru 12/23/23.
Wondered where the woman would come in. Maybe just maybe Rahab will work out since she had an epiphany.
Another few chapters will iron this out.
Texican....
Texican....
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Post by ydderf on Dec 28, 2023 0:14:40 GMT -6
thank you
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Post by iamnobody on Dec 31, 2023 14:15:23 GMT -6
The snow came just as Dillon had warned. Another 2 feet this time with 0F daytime highs so it would be a while before she would be going outside again. True to her word, she was doing things inside to help out. She was sweeping the floors, washing dirty dishes, paying attention when cooking the meals, all without him having to tell her to do them. He was impressed but he also knew that anyone can pretend to change for a short time.
The warmer weather had arrived and they were finally able to be outside working. She noticed that he always carried his rifle at all times when outside, no matter what he was doing. Dillon noticed her looks and explained that as it has been proven, advance notice is not given for bad people showing up or even being attacked by wolves. She thought on that and realized he was right, even way out here was not immune from bad things. She assisted him in the garden plots and asking questions about why he was doing things that way. Not in a challenging way but wanting to learn why. He explained that the low greenhouses kept the heat near the ground where it was needed early and late in the season. Late June, July and early August they could remove the greenhouses. As they harvested vegetables, she was amazed at the taste of the home grown produce.
He still hadn't let her know or see his storage of supplies. He did let her see the chickens and help tend them, feeding them, collecting eggs and cleaning their coop. She did love the fresh eggs. They put the bedding and manure into the compost pile for use on the garden spots. She was fully realizing that their survival depended upon them providing their own food, there was no one coming to give them food. She learned how to field dress and prepare wild game that comes around during the warmer months. Dillon was able to take a few rabbits, squirrels, grouse to eat. She liked the solar shower he set up for at least a warm water shower instead of just washing with a bowl of hot water and a rag.
For a while the silence and solitude of the area was driving her up the wall. She was used to the nights out with clients dancing with them at the clubs they had taken her to along with the hustle and bustle of that life. Here the only sounds were of the birds singing in the trees or the howl of a wolf off in the distance. But it was gradually growing on her.
Dillon would talk with her as he did things. With her and not at her – something she was not used to. As he did things with her helping, he explained why and how, and answered any questions she had. It was a lot of info to be learning but he was patient and would repeat the instructions every day with her. She was so proud when she made a loaf of bread all by herself, doing a happy dance in the kitchen at her success. They each cut a chunk of bread off, smearing it with some ghee (canned butter) and some jam. She thought it was the best thing she ever ate.
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Post by kaijafon on Dec 31, 2023 14:33:16 GMT -6
sure hope she has really changed for the better. but then again....
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Post by gipsy on Dec 31, 2023 15:02:22 GMT -6
Time will tell if the good is coming out.
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Post by feralferret on Jan 1, 2024 4:36:18 GMT -6
Iamnobody, thanks!
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Post by iamnobody on Jan 2, 2024 10:50:16 GMT -6
Dillon continued reading the bible every day. Sometimes it was several chapters, sometimes it was only several sentences and then he would have to stop and think about what it meant. By now he had been able to read the bible through several times but something new was always jumping out at him. He realized God had been looking out for him years ago with his ex wife. Sure, it really hurt at the time to find out she was committing adultery and then took him to the cleaners in the divorce. And then his family and friends had turned against him and took her side. He was betrayed from all sides.
He was left alone except for his Granny. He realized that God had been refining him and removing the dross from his life. That if it hadn't happened, he most likely would have been stuck in the city and would have been dead. Instead he was out in the “wilds” away from the garbage that was going on. He had been able to prepare for what had happened without people interfering. There had been several run ins with bad people and then he had ended up with a woman living with him, an ex prostitute of all people. At least he hoped she was an ex harlot and would not go back to that life if given the chance. She seemed to be changing but Dillon was no longer the trusting type. He had been badly burned by his ex. Now it was trust but verify. At least Rahab had stopped offering her “services” as payment for her staying there.
1 day they were working in the garden, Rahab about 50 feet away. He heard her saying “hey boy, where did you come from.” He looked up to see her walking towards a large dog that had come around the corner of his barn mound. It was about waist high, ribs showing through its skin. Dillon yelled at her to stay away from it but she was saying “come here boy” as she walked towards the dog. Dillon took the rifle off his back and into his hands as he sprinted towards her. He caught up to her and grabbed her shoulder to stop her, with the dog about 30 feet away.
She shook off his hand, saying it was just a starving dog and she wanted to feed it. Just then 5 other big dogs came around the barn mound, snarling as now all 6 of them were menacing Rahab and Dillon. She screamed in fear and he shot 1 of the dogs. Then the dogs were in close, darting in to snap at them. Dillon shot another one and then bayoneted another as it rushed in. He tried keeping Rahab behind him but the dogs kept circling. They rushed in again. Dillon shot but missed, the dog latching onto his arm as it leapt through the air. He shook it off, feeling his arm flesh tearing and kicked it in the ribs, hearing the sounds of ribs breaking and it yipping in pain. Then he heard Rahab scream in pain and turned to see a dog biting her in the backside. He bayoneted it and the 2 remaining ones left with the one he had kicked its ribs in, limping along. The other one turned on the injured dog, ripping into it to feed on it. Dillon shot the dog and moved forward to check on the other dog, finding it dead.
He reloaded his rifle as he moved back towards Rahab with blood running down his arm where the dog had bit him. He saw her holding her backside where the dog had bit her, with blood seeping between her fingers. She saw his wound and said he was bleeding. He glared at her and shook his head in disgust. He gathered up their dropped garden tools and set them inside the barn mound, then ushered her into the home.
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Post by gipsy on Jan 2, 2024 11:10:00 GMT -6
City folk. Born without brains. Thanks
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Post by feralferret on Jan 2, 2024 17:41:25 GMT -6
Gipsy, you're more polite than what I was thinking.
Iamnobody, thanks!
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Post by ydderf on Jan 3, 2024 16:29:03 GMT -6
Thanks I am nobody. If you equate lack of experience with lack of brain power you leave your self open to some bad karma.
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Post by feralferret on Jan 3, 2024 23:06:05 GMT -6
Thanks I am nobody. If you equate lack of experience with lack of brain power you leave your self open to some bad karma. I was thinking more "lack of common sense" than stupidity
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Post by prepguy on Jan 5, 2024 23:12:36 GMT -6
Nice addition.
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Post by iamnobody on Jan 6, 2024 10:09:00 GMT -6
Back inside he took off his shirt to look at his wound on his left arm, it was on the forearm. It was more of a puncture wound with the teeth holes and then some skin peeled back from him shaking the dog off, the teeth tearing the skin. It hurt and was bleeding. He heated some water to clean out the wounds. As the water was warming, he told Rahab that their wounds probably weren't life threatening unless infection set in – or rabies developed. She gasped “RABIES!” He told her the dogs didn't seem like they had rabies, just hungry but it was always the possibility and would have to be watched for.
He said to take off her pants so her wound could be looked at. She stripped off the pants and then bent over the table with a smile. Dillon looked at the wound, seeing that it was a shallow bite. Some blood but not life threatening. Then he told her it had messed up her tattoo “Chad” that she had on her backside. She quickly straightened up. He said that the wound was right in the middle of her tattoo and messed it up. He asked her about whether her “clients” had an issue with seeing that tattoo when they were with her. Rahab said that the vast majority of her clients were old and had pudgy bodies, so they insisted upon doing it in the dark or dim light. Therefor they didn't see it. She had got the tattoo when she was age 17. Seeing the look on Dillon's face, she says she regretted it now with the way things turned out. Now there were 2 reasons why no man would be interested in her for a relationship - #1 she had been a prostitute for many years and #2 she had a tattoo of another man's name on a prominent part of her body.
Dillon told her that yes, a lot of men would find her “Chad” tattoo very undesirable. Every time her husband saw her naked, it would be a reminder. As for her having a past as a prostitute, the only difference between her and a lot of other women that had sex with dozens or a 100 different men before they got married was that she was charging money for the sex and they were doing it for free. But also there were a lot of wives that only married a man because he had money and not because she loved him. So in reality those wives were also prostituting themselves too, they just swept it under the rug. He looked at her and said that she named herself Rahab, did she know the whole story of that person in the bible. She shook her head no and said that she only knew she was a prostitute.
Dillon told her that Rahab from the bible was a prostitute in Jericho when the Israelites came up against against the city. Rahab helped the Israelite spies escape. Then when the Israelites took the city, Rahab was protected and became part of the Israelites. She later married Salmon whose son was Boaz – she was in the linage of the Lord Jesus Christ. Rahab had tears in her eyes as she heard the story. Dillon told her to bend over the table and he would clean her wound and bandage it. Then she could tend his wound.
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Post by cashless1 on Jan 6, 2024 11:27:58 GMT -6
It does make you think.
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Post by iamnobody on Jan 6, 2024 19:14:42 GMT -6
Well, I know what I will be doing in the morning. This storm dumped 6 1/2 inches of snow on me so I will be shoveling snow.
Unless some of you want it? I will give it to you free, all you have to pay is shipping. And wait for it, I'll even include a free hat and scarf so you can make a snowman.
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Post by cashless1 on Jan 6, 2024 20:04:22 GMT -6
Some people are just too giving.
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Post by kaydee on Jan 6, 2024 20:16:14 GMT -6
Sorry, already have some scheduled for delivery...but thanks! lol
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Post by iamnobody on Jan 6, 2024 20:42:44 GMT -6
Sorry, already have some scheduled for delivery...but thanks! lol But this is a real special snow job.
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Post by gipsy on Jan 6, 2024 22:29:49 GMT -6
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