“Dick, I’m recording you, right now! If you’re not out of this house in thirty seconds I’m calling 911!”
There was silence for a few moments, then he spoke again. Now he sounded fearful. “Jenna, look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to threaten you. Can we not talk about this? We can certainly come to some kind of arrangement. I have money, we can…”
“29…28…27…” I started counting.
“Jenna, please, just listen,” he pleaded.
“26…25…24…”
“Okay, I’ll go,” he said. “But give me time to get dressed.”
“23…22…”
With a growl of frustration, I heard him stomp off to my mother’s room.
I stopped counting and listened silently as I heard him calling out. “I’m getting dressed and packing a bag! I just need another minute, then I will leave!”
“Better hurry, the police are already on their way!” I lied.
Something glass shattered as he howled with rage, and I was just about to actually call the police when I heard him exit my mother’s room and run down the stairs, slamming the front door on his way out.
Not long after, I heard his car engine start. The sound of squealing tires signaled his departure.
Still shaking, I left the bathroom and went back to my room. My stomach twisted when I saw his spunk now drying on my carpet, and I barely had time to grab my trash can before throwing up.
I lay on my bed, crying. I didn’t know what to do. Call the police? Call my mother? Call Tommy? I was frozen with indecision.
My mother came storming in the house and up to my room about twenty minutes later. “Jenna! What the hell did you do? Dick called me, threatening to leave me, told me you video taped him masturbating, called the cops on him, kicked him out of the house!”
I explained everything to her. Told her how more of my panties had gone missing. Told her about catching him masturbating in my room. About the video. I even showed her his dried cum stains still on the floor.
My mother sat silently on my bed, listening. When I finished, she began to shake with anger.
“Jenna, are you intentionally trying to destroy my life?”
My jaw dropped. “What?”
Mom glared at me. “Jenna, Dick may be…eccentric, but he’s a good man. He treats me well, and he…takes care of me.”
“Eccentric???” I balked. “Mom, he’s been jerking off with my panties! His fucking cum is still on my carpet!”
“Language,” Mom snapped. “I’m sure he didn’t mean any harm by it. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been walking around here in your skimpy little outfits, teasing him. He’s told me how you’ve been sunning yourself topless. You’ve been goading him into it!”
I was stunned. “I’ve done no such thing! How could you say that? Believe that? Mom, let me show you the video, you’ll see…”
Mom cut me off. “Jenna, you can’t show anyone that video. Dick is a powerful lawyer. He’s already threatening to sue if you show it to anyone. And I don’t have the money to fight him in court, do you?”
“But mom, he’s been stealing my panties! Surely the police would see it as evidence and…”
“You will NOT go to the police!” Mom barked. “You’d have no case. Dick was invited to live here. Your door was open. And he didn’t actually steal anything. Did he ever touch you?”