Finding Your Way Home

Sorry I didn’t have time to edit this in my need to run downtown to catch the bus to take me home to see my rents. Like I do a good job self editing anyway, lol. Can you really tell the difference? If any beta readers are reading this, you want a new client?

Lemon smoothie ahead.

Merry Christmas everyone, this chapter is dedicated to all my faithful readers.

Sid

Ranma looked in horror at the drugs in her hand and could feel her traitorous body begging her to do them. She so wanted to, Bobby had even left her with the top cut off a water bottle, a lighter and a piece of foil so that she could smoke them. She almost burst into tears in her frustration. With trembling hands she opened the baggy to sniff the elixir that awaited her there. It was an old and comfortable smell that teased her nostrils like how her mother’s apple pie used to do. She heard the sirens song beckoning her and.........closed the baggie with a force that almost tore off the fragile top. She thought of Mousse, he was so good and patient with her. He’d grown up and become a gentle and thoughtful man. He didn’t deserve to be mixed up with her in the dark place her life had become. He didn’t do drugs and probably wouldn’t have even found out half the stuff he knew about it expect for her. She could slip back into the life and leave him alone to lead his own blameless life of keeping alive the legacy that his former fiancée had left him. He was like a ray of sunshine that shone into the all the corners of her bleak one and made her feel safe and......” she frowned at that, even in her own thoughts she couldn’t complete that thought. He was so kind and had taken her into his own and showered her with both kindness and respect. He had made her believe that she was capable of anything and had even given her back her martial arts and had encouraged her of following her dream of teaching. She pictured the dojo full of bright young students eager to learn wearing gi that she had designed of a black top with black trim and black pants. Ranma loved children and glanced at the baggie and her eyes filled with tears. Her own child and heir to her school should have been with them, she wouldn’t have cared who their father had been. But what she held in her hand had taken that from her.....along with everything else.

Suddenly she knew what she had to do and tossed the drug paraphernalia into the nearest dumpster and thrust the drugs themselves into her pocket. She knew what she had to do and wondered if Mousse would help her further as she’d imposed on his for months.....or kick her to the curb. She practically ran through the street in her impatience to get back to her home. She reveled in having a healthy body again when in her exertions she didn’t even breathe heavily. She stopped to look at the dojo with its new sign that read “The Saotome School of Everything Goes” next to the door at her insistence a smaller sign read “Patrons of The Saotome School of Everything Goes receive 20% off their bill at Fast Frankie’s Diner with proof of registration. Children under 12 eat free.” Seeing her dojo up and ready for business just strengthen her resolve.She practically tore open the door and impatiently ripped off her boots to put on her slippers. She found Mousse in the kitchen preparing their lunch.

“Hi Ranma, you’re back early. I was just making lunch, it’ll be ready in a few minutes” he said with a welcoming smile. This died when she pulled a baggie out of her pocket and let if fall onto the counter with a small thud. She looked at him with an expression of remorse, as if waiting for him to judge her. Mousse had never seen heroin up close but it wasn’t too hard to figure out what it was. He picked it up and examined the dark substance; he glanced at her and strode into the washroom. She followed him and clung to the door frame when he poured it into the toilet and flushed it. She said not a word as he rinsed out the baggie itself so that not a trace remained and dropped the baggie into the wastebasket. She could tell he was angry but restraining himself when he finally turned to her. “Did you buy it?” he asked her in a calm voice.

“No, do you know what a Strawberry is?” she asked him.

He frowned at oddness of her question “a small red fruit?” he ventured.

“It’s where a drug dealer keeps a girl for sexual pleasure, in exchange for sex he keeps her high. Those drugs came from a local dealer who wants me to become his. I was so tempted but I couldn’t do it” she said in a shaky voice. She was positive that Mousse would order her to leave and her heart hammered in her chest at the thought. She blushed instead when suddenly she was drawn into a comforting embrace. With her hands trembling she wrapped her own arms around Mousse’s rock solid body and felt safe. He held her wordlessly for a few minutes and then stepped back to lay his hands on her shoulders.

“I’m proud of you” he said.

“R-really?” she stammered.

“Of course, you could have taken the drugs but instead you brought them to me. I’m honoured that you trust me. I knew that you could beat this thing” he said with pride in his voice that caused her to blush.

“But I was tempted to, I almost did” she said in a faint voice.

“But you didn’t, you were both too smart and brave to take it. Ranma you won’t return to taking drug. You beat this” Mousse said.

“But there are so much temptation out there; they even sell drugs in schools” she said.

“Yes but I have confidence in you. Now you look chilled to the bone. Why not go take a hot shower and then we’ll eat?” he suggested.

Ranma found herself giving him another tight hug, happy that he didn’t think less of her and with a grateful smile took his advice. Mousse returned it and then frowned, he didn’t like the idea that someone was sniffing around Ranma like a bitch in heat. He was surprised when his emotional response to this felt like it used to with Shampoo.....jealously. He didn’t have connections in the underworld of violence and depravity, so he called someone who had flirted with it.

Nadir took his call and listened to Mousse’s story. “So that piss ant Bobby is still around? I thought that someone would’ve bumped him off years ago if the drugs didn’t kill him. I know people who see to it that he leaves Ranma alone, but won’t have him killed” he replied.

“I could never have someone’s death on my conscious. As long as he leaves her alone, I’m fine” Mousse replied.

“Very well, I know a couple of guys who like to do favours for me” Nadir said.

“How much?” Mousse asked.

“The fee is......” Nadir explained.

Bobby gasped and then made an oophing sound when a fist the size of a sledge hammer pounded into his gut again. He head slumped forward and he slid down the wall behind him holding his bruised stomach. The man before him was dressed in a combination of denim and leather like a biker. He was built like a tank and was one of the tallest Asian men he’d ever seen in person. He had a goatee that framed his board face and long hair with the coldest eyes that Bobby had ever seen. They’d come upon his trying to make his sales and had hustled them into a jeep where the giant and his equally muscular friend had roughed him up. They’d driven him to a river and made him watch while they dumped all the drugs from their baggies that Bobby had had on him into the river. He had started sobbing. They took him back to his alley and then roughed him up some more. Just before they left Giant had had his friend pulled down Bobby’s pants and Bobby had wet his boxers when a knife was placed against him penis. He could feel the razor sharp edge biting into his tender flesh.

“Bobby consider this a warning. You’re out of business for now. You have until nightfall to get out of this town. Don’t try to fool us, you’ll be watched. You know a girl named Ranma?” he asked him.

Bobby nodded in a frightened daze.

He gasped when the knife was nudged a bit further into his flesh. “I asked you; do you know Ranma?” Giant bellowed at him.

“Y-yes” Bobby stammered.

“I want you to stay away from her or I’ll cut your pecker off the next time I see you. She doesn’t need your crap; she’d done with it and done with you. Is that clear?” he demanded.

“I swear I’ll leave her alone” Bobby gasped. He was shocked when the knife was withdrawn and Giant gave him a somewhat friendly smile. “Good, now get out of here and don’t you dare go back on your word. We’ll be watching you” he snarled and Bobby fled with his life.

The large man turned to his partner........and they shared a deep kiss. For Giant’s name was Renji Yakimoto and he was a bouncer at a popular night club and his partner’s name was Kiro Fujimaki and he was gym teacher. They were gay and had met while in rehab for addiction problems. They’d heard whispers about a young man would guide people if they wanted to quit cold turkey and had sought him out. Nadir had helped them both and the Pristine Society was born. It was their joke, that if you quit without crutches, that you were not only clean, but Pristine.

“I love it when you act all bad ass, it turns me on” Kiro said to his partner.

“Everything turns you are” Renji agreed with a grin. “Let’s go home and change, I feel like a thug”

“Will you keep the leather pants on?” Kiro asked.

Renji just grinned and pulled out his cell phone “Hello Nadir, it’s taken care of. We roughed him up a little and he’s going to head for the hills. You can tell your friend that he won’t be bothering her anymore” he assured him. “So when do we get to meet the new Pristine?” he asked.

“When she’s had a little more time, you two can be rather overwhelming” Nadir said with a smile.

“How about next week, we can have a barbeque and you can bring Reiko and them along?” Renji suggested.

“The only problem with that is that Mousse doesn’t eat red meat” Nadir said.

“We’re grilling spiced tofu burgers or chicken burgers if I’m lucky” Renji answered glaring at his partner. “Someone also has developed a phobia about red meat” he said poignantly.

“It’s the devil itself” Kiro piped up with a shudder.

“Mousse won’t eat commercially ground meat either” Nadir explained.

Kiro took the phone and said “you can tell him that I grind my own out of organic chicken breasts”

“I think they’d be delighted to come then” Nadir said.

“I think I’m going to like this Mousse” Kiro said happily, earning a death glare from Renji.

Ranma and Mousse

Ranma had been nervous when Mousse had carefully suggested that she take the STD test, but had gone to the office and had gotten it done. Now she nervously waited in the waiting room waiting to receive the results. Her heart lurched when they called her name and she was given an envelope containing the results. Her hands shook too much to open it, so she thrust it at Mousse “you open it, I’m too nervous” she admitted.

Mousse did with hands that were trembling as badly as hers; he knew that what was typed on the innocuous piece of white paper could change her life forever. They both held their breaths and Mousse’s eyes went wide to focus on the font and when he let out a whoop. “Negative for everything, you’re just fine” he cried leaping to his feet and Ranma did the same. Without thinking he swooped her up in his arms and swung her around which sent her pigtail flying. She just threw her head back and laughed like a loon. When he stopped her realized that her luscious lips were inches from his and they traded a meaningful look that surpassed lust. They both started apart when some cleared their throat and turned to see an amused look nurse. Both turning neon red they hastily bowed to her “we’re terribly sorry” Mousse said staring bashfully around the room of onlookers.

“It’s okay, we of the staff are happy when a nice couple gets good news. But we prefer you don’t celebrate it here” she gently admonished.

Mousse and Ranma turned and even deeper red at being referred to as a couple. “I guess I’ll go start the car” Mousse said and left.

“Congratulations on your results, here take some of these” she said and handed Ranma a couple of condoms; this caused her mouth to drop open. Then the nurse remembered the lusty look the attractive young man had given her and pulled out a couple of boxes. “In case you need more” she said with a wink. Ranma thanked her hastily and practically ran from the clinic in her embarrassment.

Flash Frankie’s Diner

Ranma was rush off her feet on a typical Friday night at Frankie’s but didn’t mind in the least, she was feeling good felt on top of the world. She liked waitressing here more then anywhere else she ever had. The diner had strict rules about their waitressed dress and conduct. The uniform had a button up policy where all buttons had to be done up and the uniform which was figure skimming with a small crinoline under the skirt ended just above their knees. Mousse hired women based on personality and not looks so the waitresses came in all shapes and sizes. There was a no flirting rule in effect, Mousse had explained it was a family restaurant and people came to relax and have fun. Flirting was for your spouse or boyfriend. It was quit a stretch from tight clothes she’d had to wear in the past where Cologne had explained to her that there was only a one letter difference between tits and tips.

Ranma hadn’t been too crazy about wearing the uniform until Reiko had explained that it was just role playing Zelda. She’d allowed Reiko to trim her bangs like Bette Page and wore her hair loose in natural waves. She’d borrowed Reiko’s clear glass black framed cat eye glasses, had tied a sheer black scarf around her neck and had tucked a piece of black lace into her uniform pocket. They result was fun and kind of mysterious at the same time. Most girls wore ballerina flats or low heeled pumps, but Ranma wore the bobby socks and saddles shoed that Mousse had found her. She had received many compliments on the outfit.

Frankie’s had tons of regulars who had taken well to the friendly girl and she had become one of the most popular waitresses in the diner. She was always there to help the elderly patrons who’d been coming to the diner since it had opened and tease them about their diet choices. She seemed to always remember everyone’s favourites and never forgot a name. For Ranma she felt like her new life was beginning. She even liked the crazy jukebox that was set to play random tunes three times a night, signaling that the dancers were going to appear. The dancers of the evening were chosen ahead of time but not the tunes. For Ranma it felt like she was working on the set of Grease.

She called out her next order to the cook, “Super Deluxe Burger hold the brine, put the pork on the side and cheese the fries” meaning no pickles, bacon on the side with cheesy fries. She was kind of nervous; she was going to be the first dancer on tonight to be partnered with Mousse. She wasn’t concerned about her dancing skills; she’d picked those up right away when Mousse had broken it down to a set of martial arts moves for her. Now they moved like they’d always been partnered together. Mousse had natural rhythm and moved easily in any style. With his long hair flying he attracted a lot of attention and always gave a great performance. Ranma wore the tap pants that all the dancers had to wear that matched her uniform. Mousse wouldn’t allow panty flashing dance moves and if someone manage to see the girls panties by mistake, they were thwarted by the almost boxer short like underwear. Her heart leapt when the strains to Jump Jive n’ Wail began and she walked to the dance floor in a trance. Mousse would allow some new music if it was in theme, he even had some Mojo Nixon the jukebox. Mousse joined her and without preamble seized her hand and starting spinning her and then without warning flipped her, their feet seemed to fly while their arms woven into various combinations as they moved in time to the beat. Ranma was a light as a feather as Mousse dipped her and supported her slight weight. She genuinely seemed to be enjoying herself and the music came to an end way too early for him. People clapped while he bowed and she curtseyed. “That was fun” she admitted.

“You guys were great” Reiko said hugging both of them.

“Let me guess you’re Lindy Hop tonight?” Mousse guessed.

Reiko looked hurt “Mousse you’ll never learn” she said and stalked off.

Ranma laughed at his confused expression “She’s Earth Angel tonight. Earth is when she wears her long wavy platinum blond wig and the broach in the shape of wings on her lapel” she explained.

“I swear I have to get that girl name tags for every character” he said with a groan. “You want to get out of here?” he asked her.

She looked at him in surprise; Mousse was at the diner every night and never left early.

“I’d have to ask my boss” she said.

“Yeah I heard he’s a real hard ass. What do you say?” he asked.

“Who’s going to handle the closing,” she asked “and work my section?”

“That’s what managers are for, I’ll go find someone to cover for you and tell Rafu to close for me” he said.

“Okay I am getting kind of hungry” Ranma said.

“We can stay while you eat” Mousse said.

“Nah I want the real food like we eat at home” she said squeezing his arm. She didn’t bother changing out of her uniform; she just put her clothes in a bag and grabbed her coat. Sitting in the huge car and wearing period clothes it almost felt like she was in a different time all together while they drove in silence through the street. Ranma felt like a line had been crossed and was fine with it, while all Mousse could think about was the alluring young woman in the car beside him. It was like there was a spark that ignited their skin when he took her hand to help her out of the car.

When she slipped off her coat she stood in her uniform Mousse couldn’t deny that she was one hundred percent woman. Nervously he reached into the fridge for the chicken he’d been marinating and pulled out the pre-cut vegetables. “Chicken stir fry on brown rice okay?” he asked her and couldn’t stop watching when she took off her hat and smoothed her hair.

“That’ll be fine” she said.

“Good” he said and pulled out his wok.

“Mousse?” she asked.

“Yes?” he answered.

“What’s it like making love?” she asked before she could stop herself.

“Well, it’s....um, you’ve had sex before” Mousse stammered with his face flaming.

“Yes but people tell me that making love is different. I’ve never had sex with someone who cared about me” she said clearly embarrassed. “What was it like with Suzie?”

Mousse had only had sex with one woman and their first time had been slightly awkward but amazing “amazing” he said. “There’s nothing like making love, the shared emotions are incredible”

“I guess I’ll never know. Who would have me” Ranma said with her eyes downcast. Mousse quickly turned off the heat and crossed the room. Taking Ranma in his arms he captured her lips with his own and fed her everything that he felt in his heart. Ranma gasped and looked up at him with smoldering eyes. Then she kissed him back hard. He lifted her and carried her to the nearest bedroom, his own. She clawed his shirt open and pushed the t-shirt underneath up, he helped her take them off. Her trembling finger tips explored the dips and grooves of his muscular chest while his own fingers undid the buttons on her uniform front. He almost gasped is surprise when he discovered the red bra that Reiko had finally convinced her to wear. Piece by piece their clothes were discarded over the side of the bed until Ranma wore just the pair of red panties that matched her bra and Mousse still retained his pants.

Neither spoke as if afraid to break the spell of their lust. For Ranma it was a weird experience because she had never desired a person as she did now nor given herself to a man willingly, but she wanted Mousse as she never had anyone else. His tall powerful frame caused her mouth to go dry as gentle fingers removed her final barrier. He looked at her with worried eyes as he did nothing more then stroke her belly. Impatiently she reached out to undo his pants so that he might fill her throbbing sheath. He caught her hands, “you’re not ready yet. Let me prepare you” he said and captured her lips with his own. She moaned when his mouth caressed the slender column of her alabaster throat and shell of her ear, she never knew that that part of her could feel so erotic. She moaned louder when he suckled and teased with his hands the soft pink peaks of her nipples. She she’d never experience these sensations before, men normally pawed and mauled at her then shoved themselves inside her when they were ready. Yet with Mousse she felt safe and relaxed and allowed him to continue his pleasurable journey. Mousse knew that Ranma wasn’t a virgin but felt that she was an emotional one. He was sure that no one had ever pleasured her as a woman and wanted her to experience it.

Ranma got a little nervous when his kisses continued down her flat belly in the direction of her sweet sex, she’d never had anyone kiss her there before and had only done it herself when ordered to. She gasped when his tongue touched the bud of her pleasure and titillated it lovingly. He leisurely explored her honey soaked quim and slipped skillful fingers into her channel itself to tease her other love button and pulled the soft pearl of her pleasure between his lips to worship it. Ranma gasped when she felt a tightening in her belly and she bucked onto his finger and rode his tongue until she came hard with a wail. Mousse immediately lapped up every sweet drop of her spending and reached up to hold her to him. She rode the waves of desire and then to both their shocks burst into tears. She’d never cried once during her incarceration or when they turned her and Su Lee into whores, she’d never allowed herself to. She never cried when a prejudicial society turned her back into a whore when refusing to hire her for a job. She never cried when she lost the baby she now regretted. She cried now because she was safe and in love. Mousse held her and murmured in her ear; Suzie had had the same reaction when they’d first made love. She’d told Mousse that she’d always known she would know her love when she saw him and she had known the second she saw him in a bar. Ranma hadn’t been so lucky; she’d suffered the worst fate that could happen to a woman. Mousse went to pull away. He’d done as he promised himself and had shown her that being made love to as a woman was a wonderful experience. He didn’t think she wanted to take the final step with him.

Ranma didn’t understand when Mousse drew the blankets over her and leaned back, she pushed them away to reveal himself to her again. “Please I want you inside me” she almost pleaded.

Mousse’s eyes filled with surprise but he undid his pants “are you sure?” he asked her.

“I want you to make love to me” she said, he wordlessly removed his pants and underwear together. Ranma felt nervous when she saw the size of his member, perhaps she reasoned, he was the one who should have been named stallion. He was certainly hung like one. He moved forward and kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips and found that kind of erotic, she opened her mouth at the same time he place himself at her cleft. He was gentle as he nudged himself into her well lubricated sheath until she was filled up completely. She moaned when he drew back and rocked into inside her until they found a rhythm that sent their pleasure spiraling out of control. Ranma peaked first shouting his name; he rolled them so that she was bobbing on his shaft. He held her hips and encouraged her to heights of pleasure until she peaked again. When her third one hit he joined her in the flood and he whimpered out her name like a prayer. Short of breath she flung herself forward into his arms and he cradled her. She raised her head and he was glad when she didn’t look remorseful, in fact she wore a cocky grin.

“I think we need a bath” she said and he agreed. Their mutual bath ended up with her perched on the side of the furo while he made love to her again. After drying off they ended up making love a third time until Mousse declared no more, she was killing him. She fell asleep in the warmth of his embrace and felt only happiness. She examined his smooth back and was glad that she’d done nothing to mark his skin. Normally when she’d orgasmed with clients it was involuntary and she would claw into their backs or chests to punish them for inflicted that on her. Yet with Mousse she didn’t wish to do more then stroke his smooth skin or held it against her own because he was dear to her. The most wonderful being she’d ever known.