**(Same as before, be kind and give me constructive feedback and criticism)**
“He’s doing it again…” grunted the large potbellied man. The voice belonged to a rather uncongenial war vet that was my neighbor for the past 5 years. Ever since he moved in, I was harassed on an almost daily basis for the most minute things. Things like, lights on at night, smells of exotic cooking and the sounds of music coming from the walls. Those were just the small things. “Evening Mr Meacham. How can i help?” I looked up at him, maintaining my politeness. He was rather bulky, either by genetics, or years of training in the Army and he had rather rough, pockmarked skin. Either by his time in Vietnam or perhaps a rough childhood. There were mini scars that looked like they were from knives, scarring his face and a rather large nose. A nose pointed directly at my direction as he practically dwarfed me. As an Asian, I was of average size, but compared to him, i was petite. A thought that made my abdomen tighten.
“Your boy was playing his guitar this afternoon. We had an agreement he wouldn’t play it in ungodly hours” He glared at me with contempt in his eyes. “Yes, he told me he would be practicing it. I thought ungodly hours meant in the morning or at night? If he can’t play in the afternoon, then when else can he play?” I tried not to look him in the eyes when we spoke, as I felt it would provoke him further. For some odd reason, he enjoyed telling me that my parenting method was wrong, like I was making him soft. That I can’t discipline him. While i do my best to give him everything he needs financially, emotionally, I can only give him so much. He liked giving me examples of what he would do if my boy was his. I disliked that. It made me feel like I’m not doing a good job as a parent. “There are still people living in the apartments in the afternoon. Your boy was keeping me up all day with that rubbish he calls music. A boy his age should be out exercising or socializing at those times” It was then I met his eyes.
“Mr Meacham, my son has his own interests and is quite free to explore them however he wishes. I would be grateful if you were to allow him to express his interests in his own way. He can only play in the afternoon after I told him that our neighbors weren’t happy being woken early in the morning or getting their sleep interrupted late at night. I think playing in the afternoon is reasonable as most of us are working at those times. But if he was keeping you up in the afternoon, ill get someone to soundproof his room” The explanation I offered was full of reason and logic, as per how I usually operate, But the former soldier would never back down to me. “Why can’t he do it himself? He’s 16, he should be self sufficient and needs to stop relying on you”
“He’s my son, Mr Meacham, I have no problems arranging for contractors to fix up his room. People in this generation don’t really do hands-on work, they are more tech savvy which is far more beneficial for their future” He was rather old fashioned in his views, very male and very physical. “That’s why this generation is so entitled. Most of them can’t change a Tyre or fix plumbing by the age of 15. You clearly don’t know how to raise a man. It’s what happens when there’s no man in the house” I wanted to glare at him, to make him back off with my face, which I hoped was scowling, but he just gave me a look and I wilted. He intimidates me. With his face, his size, his whole being. It felt like he could crush me with just a hand, which was attached to a thick and veiny arm, laced with copious amounts of hair. “I- I believe t-that women c-can raise good m-men too” I squeaked out.
“P-please” I whimpered, though for what exactly, I didn’t know. He took a slight step closer, his masculine body, completely filling my field of vision. He bent over slightly so he could look me with both eyes, his large nose a few inches to mine. “A woman with no man, is a woman easily taken advantage off. Your children grow up entitled, and society as a whole, becomes diminished” I could see his eyes staring hungrily at my chest. “You need a man to look after, to make you secure and protect your family. And to teach that boy of yours how to be a man” I never really bought into the term “Alpha Male”. Based on research, there is no such thing. But looking at Meacham now, I most definitely feel if there ever was a an “Alpha” it would be him. “Mr Meacham, I am i-in no hurry to g-get my divorce. I just want to be a-alone with my family” Thoughts of this man violently taking me have long plagued my thoughts. Merely random lusty thoughts due to my high sex drive, or so I thought. But now it seems Meacham is eager to make it a reality. Suddenly, his right hand landed on my left thigh and gripped it there, his eyes daring me to remove it. I glance down in submission and made no move to shrug it off. “Good girl” He whispered to me. I made an involuntary moan, as my natural submission was brought to the forefront. My nether regions churned as I my blood started pumping. “I h-have to go n-now Mr Meacham” I softly begged, my eyes downcast. He started drawing his hand up my thigh, going upwards to the side of my body. Ignoring my pleadings. My hands clasped each other as my arms straightened out in front, so as to give him easy access, my body responding to his touch in a primal way. My pussy felt hot, slick and images of being dominated filled my thoughts. His hands reached his prize, the sides of my now heaving breast. He completely covered my left boob under my arms, forcing me to pull my hands over his arm. “No” He finally responded. “Where is the boy now?” the smell of cigarette smoke filled my nostrils. “Outside, going to the movies with his friends” He smiled then, showing me his yellowish teeth. “Good”. He pushed me backwards in to my house, my feet struggling to keep up with his strides, as he leaned in and devoured my mouth. His tongue completely overwhelming me, as he shut my door behind him.
**(Cliffhanger)**
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