Welcome to my A to Z Challenge Blog! Like or comment on this post, or vote at the end of the week for your favorites and I’ll continue the top four stories next month! (For details, see my Theme Reveal.) For the last week, each story has an element of non-consent or reluctance. Without further ado, enjoy V is for Vacation.

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Vacation! The best week of the year!

Every year, I took two weeks off work to go to the beach. Depending on my finances, I would either go to the East Coast or the West Coast. Unfortunately, I was a beach girl living in the mid-west. Someday I wanted to move to a coast, but it just wasn’t feasible yet. So instead, I would plan vacations there.

This year, it was the East Coast: Maine. I found a nice bed and breakfast that was right across the street from the public beach. It had a pool and balconies. I had booked a beautiful room with a balcony.

On the second night of my vacation, I sat out on my balcony looking out over the ocean with a glass of wine. I glanced over and saw that there was a guy on the next balcony over, with a glass of wine in his hand, too.

“Hello,” he said when he saw me glancing over at him.

“Hi,” I said, shyly.”

“Cheers,” he said raising his glass to me.

“Cheers,” I echoed.

“Are you on vacation?” he asked.

“Yes, you?”

“Yep.”

I smiled back at him but didn’t know what else to say. I hadn’t been looking for a conversation, but then again, having a little company might be nice.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“Kansas,” I replied.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“A little far away from home, aren’t you?”

I giggled. “Yeah, but I like the ocean.”

“Me, too,” he said. “I live in Pennsylvania, but I just love Maine.”

“It’s beautiful here,” I replied. “I’ve never been here before.”

“Oh!” he said. “I come here every summer. I could show you around if you want.”

I thought for a moment. Having a friend wouldn’t be a bad thing. “Sure, that would be nice.”

“Great,” he said. And he grinned. “I’ll come knock on your door tomorrow at nine?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said. “I should probably get to bed anyway.”

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In the morning, he knocked on the door precisely when he said he would.

“Hey,” I said when I opened the door.

“Good morning!” he handed me a coffee in a paper cup. I took it gratefully.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“Doesn’t everyone drink coffee in the morning?”

I laughed. “I don’t think everyone does, but I do!” I sipped it and moaned softly. “This is amazing coffee.

“It’s from the hotel lobby.”

“Really? Well, it’s amazing.”

He chuckled. “I think you’re just caffeine deprived. It’s not that great.”

“That absolutely may be!” I agreed.

“Shall we?” he asked.

We walked out into the hallway, and I shut the door behind me. I felt exhilarated to be embarking on the small town to explore.

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He felt exhilarated, too. But his exhilaration came from the fact that he knew he would be getting laid when they got back. Maybe she would agree with him, and they could have sex willingly. But he honestly didn’t care. If she weren’t willing, he would have her anyway.

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