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ALIEN BADBOY

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Warning: This book contains mature themes and sexual encounters.  All persons and events are fictional, and any similarities to real places and events are purely coincidental.

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People dream of having a perfect life in which they can giggle and get crazy, most of the people that I know have wonderful families though not ideal ones. I didn’t have any family at all. I was an orphan since the very first day of my life; my father got killed in a car accident and my mother had a rare illness and she died a few minutes after bringing me to this life. I wish I wasn’t born but after all I am here. I spent my early childhood in an orphanage, but I still believe that life is beautiful. Life doesn't change and it keeps moving on, having a day, and a night, and a month, and a year. And I have changed just like people keep changing- we can choose to be miserable or we can be happy. I am still swaying in between and that is what I make of my life.

I was raised in an orphanage and I didn’t feel happy any moment in there, but I knew that even if was unhappy I had to pretend that I was. In fact, my smile will be contagious to my own self. I had to learn that but in the hardest ways though. I used to think, could I be fraudulent? 'I wasn’t trying to be fictitious,' but you know what? I‘d rather act fake and pursue my happiness than mourn all the time. Sometimes, I even lost the feeling of time and I was just looking for a way to feel happy
and when I began to think and question my life I was trying to find something to do. And getting busy searching for a person so that I can be a real blessing to; but, in the place I was living, that couldn’t happen because they were all unhappy and looked more miserable than I was. I made my mind and decided to do something fruitful that would help me to feel alive. I packed my clothes though I didn’t have many, indeed, most of my clothes were donations received by the orphanage, and I wished I had my own. Why are all people able to go out and enjoy buying new clothes while I had to wonder about my situation and was all the time sitting alone like a widow who lost a husband in war, I thought a lot about that, but I found that it does no good; it serves only to make me even more sad. But at last, I came to realize above all else, that thinking and worrying is totally useless. It won’t solve my problems or erase the miserable childhood that I had to experience.

One cold night during winter I decided to leave everything behind and begin my quest for freedom and for happiness, nobody was awake and even if they were, they didn’t care any way. I was just a number like many other numbers in that orphanage, the only difference was that I had a different name like a different print; I didn’t actually like my name either because it was chosen randomly, I was called Riona but I was never able to understand what it meant. I got out of that orphanage and didn’t look back; I wished to have a new life. The weather was so cold, indeed, it was raining that night and I had no shelter, I searched for a place to spend the night but couldn’t find any and even if I did, I had never had the money to afford spending one or two nights in a hotel, I just watched that happening in movies. I hoped to be Marilyn Monroe or Lady Diana but I was just Riona. The weather was getting even worse and I couldn’t bear the chilly wind which was slapping my face in a very harsh way, I could feel my skin getting drier and thicker, I thought of people who were enjoying their silk beds when I had to stay out in the dark and rainy nights. I spent that night searching for a place to sleep in it, and I couldn’t bear the windburn any more, I hoped that all of that was just a nightmare but it wasn’t and I had to endure spending the night out just like homeless people who keep dwelling and dwelling without even being noticed. People have just stopped caring about miserable people haven’t they? And finally I could find a tree and there was a chair underneath it so I stopped by to rest a little bit until the rain stopped. But even the chair had a broken leg and as soon as I sat on it, it fell apart just like my life was falling apart. At that moment I became so resentful and flew into a rage crying out and yelling as if nobody was there, as if I was the only person who was awake at that time, I was so desperate that I wished I could commit suicide but even that was a difficult thing because I had no knives, no ropes and there were no bridges or high buildings so the only thing that could help was to get on that tree and throw myself from its top. It was difficult for me, but death was the only way that was open wide in front of my eyes, henceforth I made my way to the top of the tree and closed my eyes then jumped. All happened in a wink, but few minutes after I could feel again the windburn slapping my face and the rain drops on my hair, at that moment I realized that I was still alive and that I had to endure more sufferings, but when I opened my eyes I saw a man in front of my eyes, he was holding me between his hands.  He was a tall guy, and he had a craggy round face, a snubbed nose and his lips were so thick compared to his thin body; he wasn’t a special man and was rather unattractive but he saved me, and he will consider himself my savior for the rest of my life.

-“Why did you show up in my life, I was going to rest once and for all, but you prevented me from doing what I want young man. Who the hell are you to allow yourself to intervene in my life?”  I asked.

-“I wouldn’t allow such a beautiful lady like you to make an end that easy to her life.” The guy answered in a deep voice.

-“Am I? Thanks for the compliment any way, maybe you are right, I deserve to live and enjoy life more though it seems to be a little bit difficult.” I added while looking in the stranger’s eyes.

-“Believe me nothing could be impossible, you only have to be willing to change and you will find all the people standing by your side.” The man said.

-“Thanks for these kind and encouraging words, my name is Riona can I know yours?” I asked.

-“What a nice name Riona for a beautiful girl, let me present myself, people call me Jagger, and I’m a sailor, however in rainy time, I spend my nights at home, in fact I live very near here.” Jagger replied

-“It is a nice coincidence to meet you Jagger.” I said.

-“Can I ask you a question Riona?” Jagger asked.

-“Go ahead” I replied.

-“Why do you want to commit suicide? Jagger asked.

-“I won’t tell you the whole story but all you have to know is that I had my reasons to do that, now please can you leave me alone?” I replied.

-“Well forgive me; I can’t leave you alone, if I do you will try to commit suicide again and I don’t want that to happen to you.” Jagger said in a soft voice.

I was so mad at that guy who came to ruin all my attempts to get rid of this miserable life so I took my backpack and ran away, but he followed me and stopped me from completing my way.

-“What if I afford you a place to stay in, would you agree to come with me, I can’t see a girl with your beauty to dwell in the streets in such weather.” Jagger said.

I thought about the whole issue and I have found that it was ok to give it a try since I have nothing to lose, I had no further available choices.

So I responded in a very low voice: “I agree, but I will stay only for few days until I find a job.”

I was so happy deep inside because I thought my problems would come to an end and that I will be able to live my life and hang out like other youngsters. The guy seemed to be a normal person; I hoped that he would be a great guy. He grabbed my backpack and asked me to follow him. I did all what he asked me to, indeed obedience was all that the orphanage tried to teach me throughout all the years that I spent there. We kept walking and walking, he said his home was near but apparently he wasn’t aware of the concept of distances. And after nearly thirty minutes of walking under the rain we were able to see Jagger’s house, it was an old house in the suburbs. For the first time I saw it I thought it was meant for throwing garbage, beer bottles were thrown here and there. You would love to flee as fast as you can but I had no choice, I stepped into the house, and I saw complete disorder, it seemed that Jagger didn’t hear of cleaning at all.

-“This is my modest house Riona, consider it as your own house and feel free to choose whatever room you want.” Jagger said.

-“Thanks Mr. Jagger, I really appreciate all that you have done, thanks for everything.” I replied.

I would like to yell at him and say what a dirty place, but that would be so abrupt with the person who saved my life, so I just thanked him and decided to clean the whole place and relax in it. At least I could rest after all the sufferings I had to endure. That was a day that I could never forget.

In the first days, Jagger was so sweet and I began to respect him, he didn’t disturb me at all, I could eat whenever I want, go out wherever I love to and live my life to the full, he was always saying jokes and making me happy; at some moments, I even forgot that I was raised in an orphanage and I realized that in every end resides a new beginning and that as long as I could breathe, each minute was a new beginning and that what exactly happened to me, it seemed that I was going to experience a life full of joy with that sailor, and day by day I fell in love with him, maybe it was about getting used to a person but I think I was stuck with him and that I couldn’t live without him by my side. Jagger was happy also and he loved me back. We would walk side by side in spring days and he would treat me like a little baby, he would flatter me and compose songs for me.

One day, he came home early and gave me a gift, it was a small Pandora box, and sung for me some romantic lines:

“
If flowers were red and green or even purple, 
I'd hold you tight and take you away to a place for you and only you.

I will let you see my deep feelings and heart too.
I'd show you how much I love you.
We'd enjoy ourselves, w
e’
d run and play like babies.
I wo
n’
t allow any body to share you with me

You'd be mine and I'd be yours for eternity.
When I think for a wink that it can happen

That one day I wake not seeing you by my side
I would cry to the sky
andshall live no more
,
” Jagger said.

I was so surprised;I could
n’
t imagine that this was true.I have always dreamt about a person who would love me but I did
n’
t want him to be that romantic, I really loved to meet a strong man, but not a soft one.I opened the box and found some sweets and chocolates, I thought it would be something more precious but I could
n’
t blame Jagger, he did his best. So I got closer to him and thanked him for the nice gift, it was the first time I got that close to him, I was always trying to keep myself away from him but I could
n’
t any more. He was also yearning for that, I could see it in his eyes.

-“
You can't imagine how much I love you
.
” Jagger said

-“
I wish it was true Jagger
.
” I replied.

Then he grabbed me and tickled the sensitive sides of my ribs and grasped me around the waist to stop me from moving an inch and get away from him; I was surprised but I was enjoying it, Jagger felt passion and love, he was holding me so tight as if he was scared that I would escape and he smiled down into my eyes. I installed my arms around the back of his neck and kissed him soundly, slipping my warm tongue between his lips as if I was trying to find something; and Jagger responded immediately and thrust his tongue into my warm pothole. He sucked on it fiercely, and I was able to feel a corresponding shuddering in his trunks as he felt himself growing hard. I could see his hands sliding quickly to touch and to hold onto my butt, and I responded by swaddling my legs around his middle so that my crotch was cuddled against his growing hard-on. Then he used his hands to sway over my breasts in a soft way. I picked my breath with difficulty when he sucked my nipple inside his mouth. At that time I could feel the moisture coming out between my legs and was dying for his fingers to plunge inside my soft inner folds and at last I felt we were one body, nothing was coming between us.

-“Thanks sweetie, I love you.” Jagger said.

I thought we would be a happy couple forever, and I thought that Jagger really loved me, but life is full of contradictions and dilemmas and it seems that my life was doomed to failure. Jagger became working every day, though in the beginning he was spending most of his time with me but later on, I would rarely see him in the whole place, and whenever I asked him, he would come out with an excuse like “ I have no time to come”, or “ I am at work”.