Walk All Over You

Chapter Forty-One

Okay guys, I didn't know whether to write one or not. So I did. Now this chapter kind of discusses a tender subject, a serious issue (rape) that happens to both males and females. If you get uncomfortable, you don't need to read the rest of the chapter, it's okay because it's only a brief subject in the book. Rape is a serious issue and is not a good thing, I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. I don't support rape, and neither should others. But just a warning before you guys read. I don't know what you guys have experienced and I don't want to upset anyone. So please take this as a fair warning.
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"Come on, give us a grin." Nikki murmurs from the seat in front of me, he was sitting in the chair facing me. His arms were rested over the back of the chair and his chin rested upon that. He was talking in a pommy accent, trying to make me smile. Tommy was sat beside me, his arm draped around my shoulder as he sat with his leg crossed over the other. His other hand was held onto a Harley Davidson magazine he was browsing through. He would stop and gaze for a moment at the bikes, taking in the beauty of the motors and beautifully crafted paint jobs. Not only did he stare at that, but he focused his attention specifically on the naked women, gaping down at them with some sort of lust in a way.

"Why should I?" I challenge, staring into his green eyes.

"Cause you're so god damn beautiful when you do. Your face brightens up and your eyes glow a pretty blue. So come on, give us a grin." He smiled, tilting his head to one side. He reminded me of a young boy staring at the girl in class that he liked. Nikki was a bloody handsome man and simply irresistible.

"Stop kissing my arse Nik." I murmur, my eyes playful as I stare back. Surprisingly I was in a fairly good mood, and Nikki couldn't really annoy me right now.

"Oh believe me babe, if I was, I would never stop for a moment." He winks, a laugh escaping his pink lips.

"Then you'll get a mouthful of shit. So wipe your chin, you're already dribbling on shit." I say in a matter-of-fact tone. Nikki rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at me. A second later, Tommy who was sat beside me began to cackle hysterically.

"What?" I ask.

"Read the joke." Tommy's laughter continues as he hands me the magazine and points at the joke.

A young man has always dreamed on owning a Harley Davidson. One day he has finally saved up enough money so he goes down to the dealer. After picking out the perfect bike the dealer warns him that if he leaves his Harley in the rain the chrome has a tendency to rust. He tells the young man an old biker's trick is to keep a jar of Vaseline handy and smear it on the chrome if the bike must be left out in the rain.

A few months later the young man meets a woman and falls in love. She asks him to come home and meet her parents over dinner. He readily agrees and the date is set. At the appointed time he picks her up on his Harley and they ride to her parents house. Before they go in she tells him that they have a family tradition that whoever speaks first after dinner must do the dishes.

After a delicious dinner everyone sits in silence waiting for the first person to break and get stuck doing the dishes. After a long fifteen minutes the young man decides to speed things up so he reaches over and kisses the
woman in front of her family.

And no one says a word...! Next he decides to take a more direct approach so he throws her on the table and has sex with her in front of everyone. And still no one says a word...!!! Now he is getting desperate, so he grabs her mother and throws her on the table. They have even wilder sex. But no one says a word...!!!!

By now he is getting very worried and is wondering what to do next when he hears thunder in the distance. His first thought is to protect the chrome on his Harley, so he reaches in his pocket and pulls out the Vaseline. And the father says, "Okay dammit, I'll do the dishes.