by Glory Lennon

Created on: March 03, 2009

Nick had warned her. Too bad nobody warned him.

"You're playing with fire, Honey. You might get burned if you don't back off soon,"he told her wickedly.

To his surprise Mandy merely smiled and replied, "I won't get burned. I'm not going to hell and I'm not gonna let you go there either."

For some reason this ticked him off. Did this preacher's daughter actually think she was going to save him? Fat chance! He was beyond saving and if she were smart enough she'd know it.

"All right, Baby, you wanna play. We'll play," he growled menacingly. He pulled her hard against his chest and not so much kissed as devoured her mouth, punishing her for daring to flaunt her innocence in his face when he had never had any.

He pushed her back roughly and waited to see her eyes fill with reproachful tears. But he was disappointed there. She opened them as if to a glorious sunrise and smiled ever-so-sweetly up at him. She sighed dreamily and placed her soft hand on his cheek.

He stared at her completely nonplused. She really didn't have a clue, did she? He knew then he had no right to take her. She was too pure, too naive for the likes of him. Much to his consternation guilt washed over him. But just as quickly as it came he brushed away that most useless of all emotions. There was nothing to be guilty about.

So, this spoiled little girl wanted to know what it was like to be with a bad boy? She wanted to pretend she was all grown up, did she? Well, then she obviously needed to learn a lesson and Nick was going to enjoy teaching her.

He motioned for her to get on his motorcycle. "Hop on. We're going for a ride. Better hold on tight. This might get rough," he said gruffly.

Why should he feel guilty? She was an innocent, so what? Why should he care if some stupid, little brat got into trouble with her preacher daddy because she wanted to play with fire? Not his fault she chose him to be her first. He wasn't going to worry about it. Why should he? Nobody ever worried about him. Not his parents, not society, not anybody. He was alone in this world and always would be. So if he took a bit of what didn't belong to him, so what? It was of no use to her either or she wouldn't be so eager to be rid of it. No guilt there.

He rode down passed meadows full of wildflowers, newly planted corn fields and cows grazing in emerald green fields until he got to old man Paterson's abandoned farm. The barn though missing a few slants was still sturdy and full of nice soft hay which would make a most proper place

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