“Oh, come off it, John! You were tryin’ to hurt me. Weren’t you? You bastard!” Lisa was really pissed-off now.
“Look who’s talking! I’m the one who’s probably gonna die, thanks to you,” John said bitterly. “I was only trying to turn you back into a real woman again. That’s all. But no,” he added, slowly shaking his head, “You can’t ever be a real woman again. Can you, Lisa? ‘Cuz you’re just a pathetic freak, with a weird-ass noodle-dick. And I feel sorry for you. But I feel more sorry for the poor schmuck who ends up in your bed next month. This is for him!”
John hauled off and slapped Lisa’s face as hard as he could. The side of her head slammed downward against her pillow, and her cheek now had a red hand-print emblazoned on it. And she actually lost consciousness for a few moments.
While Lisa was still lying there unconscious, John quickly reached out with both hands, grabbed the large puffed-out nipples on Lisa’s small breasts, and squeezed them as hard as he could between his thumbs and fingers, before pulling upward on them, and trying to literally tear them right off her chest.
Lisa finally came to, and started screaming in sheer agony. She shot her hand down into John’s crotch, grabbed hold of his balls, and squeezed them as hard as she possibly could.
John immediately let go of Lisa’s nipples, as he let out a very loud groan, and just about puked all over her. His face was all grimaced up with pain, when Lisa finally let go of his balls, and then slapped him in the face very hard, just like he had done to her.
John never saw the slap coming. But he sure as hell felt it. He rolled over on his side, instinctively holding both hands over his crotch. And he slowly kept on rolling, until he fell off the edge of the bed, and landed on the floor with a sickening thud.
Lisa was still lying on the bed, and rubbing the palms of her hands against her sore nipples–John had actually dug his thumbnail deep into her left nipple, and it was starting to bleed pretty badly–when she heard John throwing up all over the carpet, right next to her boots and pants.
Lisa was so grossed out by the sound and the stench of John’s vomiting, that she almost started to puke right along with him. But she somehow managed to keep her food and liquor down in her stomach.
John eventually worked his way back up onto his feet. And he just stood there by the side of the bed, in a stooped-over position, butt-naked, with little pieces of vomit starting to dry on his upper lip and chin. He glared at Lisa like some crazed lunatic.
“What’re you gonna do now, ass-hole? Murder me? Well, go right ahead, you fucking jerk!” Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs. The tears began pouring down both sides of her face. And her voice was very shaky, as she said, “You’d only be doing me a big favor. My life has been a living hell, since that God damn alien abduction shit! But even if you do get rid of me, you’ve still got a big problem of your own to deal with, Johnny Boy. And I’m definitely glad that I’m not in your shoes right now!”
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“Get your shoes on, Honey. It’s time!” a voice yelled out from nowhere.
“Huh?…What?” John said, as he slowly opened his eyes, and saw a single long-stem red rose lying on top of the night stand, right next to his side of the bed, in his own bedroom.
“The hospital, silly. Lisa’s water broke. And her contractions are less than five minutes apart right now. Well, come on, sleepyhead. Get up out of that bed, and let’s go!”
“Wait a second,” John said, easing himself up into a sitting position on the side of the mattress, “We’re having a baby?”
“No, John. Lisa’s having a baby. And you’re going to be a grandpa. That’s what happens nine months after a girl gets pregnant. Remember? Now, get your shoes on, and let’s go. Before she ends up having it right here in the damn house!” Jan said, as she rapidly scurried out of their bedroom, and left her partially-clothed husband to fend for himself.
“Okay, okay, I’m getting my shoes on,” John said, talking to himself, while he was leaning over to get the shoes that were lying on the carpet, next to the bed. “Damn it! Where the hell are my socks at?” John remarked to himself.
“Hey, Dad, come on!” Bill, John’s 27-year-old son, quickly blurted out from the hallway just outside John’s bedroom, and then ran off.
John heard Bill talking to his very-pregnant, twin sister, Lisa, as he was escorting her towards the car. John had always admired how well Bill and Lisa got along. However, he chalked most of that up to the fact that they were twins. But to John, they sure seemed to act much more like two best friends, instead of brother and sister.
“I’m coming!” John yelled back at Bill, and then immediately realized the irony in the words he had just said, considering the very strange dream he had just finished having.
From somewhere else in the house, John heard Jan’s voice call out loudly.
“John, I called your sister, Val. And she’s going to meet us at the hospital. Hey, do you still think ‘Alex’ is a good name for Lisa’s new baby boy?”
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CHAPTER 13
2002: The Real World
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The real Lisa–whose surname was Ridgeway, not Chadwick–grew up to become a reddish-haired small-breasted woman, just like her mother, Jan. However, Lisa’s hair was a darker shade of red, with more of a reddish-brown tint to it, whereas Jan’s hair was a light golden-red. Lisa just turned 30 this year.
The closest that the real Lisa ever came to having an alien encounter, was when her 20-year-old boyfriend at the time, Rusty Martin, date-raped her in the back seat of his father’s 1977 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme 4-door sedan on the night of her 18th birthday.
Rusty and Lisa had both polished off a couple of illegally-procured “tall boy” 24-ounce cans of Colt 45 malt liquor. And then they had done some pretty heavy petting in the back seat of the car, which was parked in an alley behind an abandoned warehouse, in a run-down part of town.
Rusty had managed to get his hand up under Lisa’s dress, and was thoroughly feeling out her panty-covered pussy. Meanwhile, she was pre-occupied with French-kissing him, while she was feeling out the bulge in the crotch of his jeans, at the same time.
However, once Lisa had a couple of mild orgasms under her belt–and a wet pussy, that was starting to soak the crotch of her panties–things quickly got out-of-hand, when Rusty reached down and unzipped his pants to expose his “package,” and then immediately started to pull Lisa’s panties down.
Even though she was feeling pretty tipsy from the malt liquor, Lisa instantly realized what Rusty was getting ready to do. And she begged and pleaded with him not to have sexual intercourse with her.
But he told her that she wasn’t a little girl anymore, and that she was old enough to behave like a woman–his woman.
He quickly pounced on top of her and held her down, while he yanked the crotch of her panties over to one side, and then shoved his fully-erect penis up deep into her vagina, stretching her hymen in the process, and taking her virginity against her will. He made a few rapid thrusts, and ejaculated within mere seconds.
Lisa was in tears throughout. And it was only by sheer luck that Rusty didn’t get her pregnant that night.
Naturally, just like many young girls back in those times, Lisa never told anyone else about her nasty date-rape experience with Rusty that had brought their relationship to an abrupt end.
Over the course of the next few months, Lisa went on to try to establish romantic relationships with some of the other boys at school that she liked. And she was blessed with such a pretty-looking face–combined with a loving personality–that she never had any problem getting boys to ask her out on dates. In fact, most of the boys at her school would go the extra mile to try to impress Lisa, and hopefully snag her as their girlfriend.
But unfortunately, Lisa always fell hard for the “bad boy” types–just like Rusty Martin–who would inevitably end up using her, and treating her like crap.
Finally, after going through several bad boyfriends, one right after another, Lisa gave up on trying to have anything resembling a normal high school love life. And she outwardly turned to lesbianism, as an alternative. At least, her lesbian girlfriends always treated her well.
Then one night, when her parents were out for the evening, Lisa stayed at home with her twin brother. Even though she had just turned 18 a couple of weeks ago, and was in a steady relationship with a lesbian girl at school, Lisa asked her brother for advice on “boys” and “dating.”
And of course, Bill was surprised by his sister’s continued interest in the opposite sex. But he was more than happy to help Lisa out with her “boy problem.”
Towards the end of their lengthy, serious discussion, while they were still sitting side-by-side on the couch in the den, things had gotten pretty graphic, with them openly talking about intimate sexual topics like “oral sex” and “intercourse positions.”
And Lisa just happened to be feeling really horny that night. But she got even more turned-on when she looked over into Bill’s lap, and noticed that he had an obvious “boner-bulge” at the front of his crotch, as a result of their frank sexual discussion.
And that’s when Lisa shocked Bill by abruptly bringing up the topic of “her own clitoris.”
“I was always ashamed to let any of my boyfriends see it,” Lisa said to Bill. “It’s so large that it makes my pussy look really weird. Let’s just say that my pussy doesn’t look like a normal girl’s pussy.”
“Hey, I know exactly how you feel,” said Bill. “I never told you this, but I’ve got a medical condition called hypospadias. It’s a birth defect of the urethra. So I’ve always been just as ashamed to let a girl see my penis, because I don’t have a piss-hole at the tip of it, like a normal guy does.
“Instead, my dick-head’s kind of weird-looking, and my piss-hole opening is on the underside of my dick, just behind my dick-head. And that’s why I’ve always tried to have sex in the dark, so that my girlfriends can’t see what my dick really looks like.”
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