Chapter Forty-Nine Jane had no desire whatsoever to return to work the next morning. Her foot ached. Well, all of her ached, she realized, smiling and stretching—carefully—as she lay in bed. Plus she had rug burns on her back and behind. Peter had kept her up very late last night and had made it obvious that he had taken her instruction about not touching himself while she’d been away very seriously. He had been insatiabl...

PROLOGUE: Spring, 1965 She’d begun to think of herself as the Invisible Girl. She’d had friends: kids she’d grown up with, stumbling through the grades together in the Boston suburb of Ridgeton, connected by the endless and complex threads of shared experiences in their small world. And many of them had continued on to the local two-year community college, just as she had. But somehow between grade school and this, her fi...

Chapter Two The next few days passed her by without really registering, a distant distraction like a television playing unwatched in a corner of the room. Outwardly she was still the Invisible Girl, for which she was thankful, because this allowed her to give her attention almost entirely to the stranger she had suddenly become. Who was this girl who had done all those things, things that played themselves over and over i...

Chapter Four It was all right for him. All he had to do was zip up his fly and hide in the shadows for a couple of minutes until he could make his escape. She, on the other hand, naked and already breathing hard, had to jump down from the window seat, grab her underwear, and run through the house unlocking doors and switching on lights and appliances. Then she scrambled into her underwear, then the rest of her clothes and...

Chapter Five The intensity of the experience had shaken them both. Sometimes as they walked along the dark streets, talking quietly, their eyes would find each other, and although the topic under discussion would continue unchecked there would be a silent question exchanged, along the lines of, Did that really just happen?, followed by the equivalent of Wow. As if they had been caught in a forest fire or a landslide and h...

Chapter Nine “Have you ever wanted to be invisible?” Jane had been waiting in line to get into the cafeteria for lunch when the sound of his voice made her start and turn around…to find him standing behind her and pretending to read the book he held open in his hands. She had never told him about being the Invisible Girl. She still often felt invisible when she wasn’t with him, especially when she was at home. But it seem...

Chapter Twelve As Peter walked her home Jane told him the whole story of the Invisible Girl, and how she’d felt seen for the first time when he’d spotted her in the coatroom that night. How, even though she’d been terrified when he’d come into the girls’ bathroom and made her his slave, she’d also been thrilled by it because he really seemed to see her. How she’d been becoming more and more visible to other people. How sh...

Chapter Fourteen “I’m home...anybody here?” The voice from downstairs startled her awake. She didn’t remember drifting off, but she must have. And Peter must have as well because his eyes were wide with dismay when hers snapped open in the twilit room. “Oh god, it’s my Dad,” she whispered. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bedroom door. She opened it, leaned her head out, and called, “Hi Dad! I’ll be right down!” She c...

Chapter Sixteen As they continued along towards her house she suddenly remembered all her news. “Oh Peter, guess what?” she said. “My parents are going away for the whole weekend! You can come over!” She stopped, struck by a new thought. “Hey, why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow night?” Peter smiled at her. “You can cook, too?” He looked thoughtful for a moment, and said, “God, that sounds great. We could actually...

Chapter Seventeen When Jane woke up the next morning her first thought was that Peter must have stuffed a pair of her panties into her mouth after she’d fallen asleep. At the very least she felt as if her tongue was wearing a sock and her head was throbbing dully. She opened her eyes and sat up. This added nausea to her other complaints and she immediately lay down again. At this point she noticed that she was naked—she u...

Chapter Twenty-One She walked Chrissy out to her car, accepted a hug, and watched with barely concealed amusement as Chrissy attempted to lower herself gingerly into her seat without appearing to do so, with the result that she still sat down faster than she wanted to and was unable to control the grimace of pain which followed, and which Jane politely pretended not to see. She could certainly understand how Chrissy was f...

Chapter Twenty-Five Not surprisingly, Jane slept late the next morning and when she awoke she found herself feeling much better. Her appointment was at eleven, and it was more than an hour’s drive to the city, so she hurried to get showered and dressed. When she came downstairs she saw that her mother had put out fruit and muffins for her. Her mother was already dressed and ready to go, so Jane quickly sat down to eat. Ne...

Chapter Twenty-Eight Peter was torturing Jane. Nicely. Right after he’d slid the full length of his cock into her and made his joke about Father Brian he pulled it out again, saying, “There—I believe that was under ten seconds...was that all you wanted?” Jane could no longer see his face but had known he was grinning at her. Well, two can play this game, she thought. “ I’m not sure,” she replied, her voice seemingly casua...

Chapter Thirty-Five “So—how did the dinner run go last night?” asked Suzy. She and Jane were unpacking and hanging a shipment of baby clothes at the back of the store while Mrs. Jorgenson minded the register. It was a rainy day, and there were no customers in the store. “Oh, fine,” replied Jane. “I just brought him some sandwiches and stuff. He works at The Word Works—you know, the bookstore?” “Oh sure.” Suzy concentrated...

Chapter Forty Jane wasn’t sure how a person should dress to be kidnapped. She thought it over while lying in her bed, still halfway between sleep and waking. She thought about her previous encounter with ‘Mr. Bad Man’...and found herself curled up under the sheets and hugging herself in a mixture of anticipation and fear. Not a real, serious kind of fear, but the pleasurable kind, like the anxiety she’d experienced before...

Chapter Forty-Three The rest of the week flew by much too fast for Jane. She spent every free moment either with Peter, or, if he had to work nights, on the phone with him when he got home. They had hardly gone a day without seeing each other in the many weeks they’d been together and even though Jane knew she would only be gone for a few days the prospect yawned before her like a prison sentence. She pretended otherwise...

Chapter Forty-Six Jane was lying on the beach when she heard her mother calling, “Jane, we’re going into town now. Do you want to try to call Peter again?” She certainly did. She felt as if they’d been apart for weeks. She jumped to her feet. “I’ll be right there!” She grabbed her blanket and towel and took off for the cottage. The path meandered around the dunes but she was in such a hurry that she ran right up the dune...