FICTIONALIZED SERIES
He Easily Spun His Meticulous Web
No Consent #7: 2 March 1994: The first date — Her need for attention blinded her to his practised tricks.
Series content warning: Mental and physical abuse, grooming and
gaslighting, bigotry and shaming, naivety and immaturity.
This is a fictionalized story of real events.Start reading here
Her children were in the expert hands of their well-known babysitter by the time Fred knocked on her door.
Hours after her phone call with Fred on Monday, Annie’s rational thoughts had returned. An immense feeling of guilt set in, but after a night’s sleep, she convinced herself there was no harm in going out with Fred once.
If Annie had only taken a moment to properly think about her date with Fred, she would never have gone out with him.
However, the moment he stood in front of her, all likelihood of any realistic thoughts was gone. She felt exactly the same way as when she first saw him.
Annie couldn’t think of one good reason she shouldn’t go to the movies with him.
Fred’s eyes appreciatively followed the line of Annie’s body and rested on the hem of her black miniskirt.
His gaze made her feel good about herself.
Sexy.
Fred was as charming in real life as he was on the phone. He greeted her with a kiss on her cheek, and after some friendly words to her children, he asked if she was ready to go.
Like a proper gentleman, he opened the car door car so she could get in.
Fred took the scenic route from Annie’s house towards the city. Halfway there, he pulled off on the shoulder of the road and all kinds of horrifying thoughts went through her head when Fred’s hand disappeared behind her seat.
For some moments her heart stopped, only to beat again in excitement when he surprised her with two glasses and… a bottle of her favorite wine!
What a charmer!
Such gallantry!
He slowly drove off again once they each had a glass of wine in their hands.
Their glasses were almost empty when Fred parked the car. He had booked for the early show and there would be dinner after the movie, in the restaurant next to the cinema.
“You’re a beautiful woman,” Fred said as they sipped the last of their wine.
Annie blushed and thanked him, handed him her empty glass, and waited for him to open the car door.
Right after they sat down, Fred’s hand rested on Annie’s inner thigh. As the mildly erotic and scary scenes of Sliver flashed across the movie screen, he moved it up and down and sometimes almost touched her crotch.
He held his head close to Annie’s, and whispered things like ‘you are so sexy’ and ‘you make me feel so warm inside’ and ‘I would love to make love to you right now’ in her ear.
Sexual tension built up inside Annie, as well as wetness between her legs.
She wanted him so much right then that when his hand firmly came to rest on her crotch, she didn’t mind. In fact, she spread her legs for him.
He moved around with his fingers, but fortunately, the movie was over just before she threatened to lose control.
In the restaurant, Fred ordered a bottle of the same wine they had in the car. They ate little while they talked, covering many subjects.
Annie was an honest person by nature, and she had nothing to hide. She answered all Fred’s questions with no hesitation; told him about her divorce and her disappointment about her broken relationship with Joe. He asked why she had enlisted in military service and if she enjoyed it. They discussed her stepfather and his role in her life after her mother emigrated to Europe.
Fred also wanted to know why she had joined the singles’ club, but in the end, the one subject that interested him the most was her presumed bisexuality.
Annie told him she only found out that there was a word such as bisexual, when she read their advert in the papers, and that she thought the word applied to her.
Fred was intensely curious about her life, but he dodged all questions about his own. When Annie pushed for answers, he was short about it and quickly diverted all attention back to Annie.
A student came in, selling red roses, and Fred bought her one.
He was openly courting her, and bit by bit Annie fell for him — the man who had such gracious manners and gallant words.
Bit by bit and with calculated actions, Fred spun his web.
Continued… No Consent #8
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This is the rework of a fictionalized auto-biographical story, self-published as a book in 2008, and rewritten for this platform. The story comes with a content warning of mental and physical abuse, misogyny. Names of characters have been changed, not to protect them, but to protect me.
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