Walking Within The Shadows: All Off Limits (Part IV)

By David Layman

In the 4th of the series, Walking Within The Shadows: All Off Limits Annabelle Jackson has risen to the very apex of the fashion and modeling world. Miss Jackson's meteoric assent seems to have defied all logic, as she has become the youngest female to have ever risen to such great heights. Annabelle commands money like she never dreamed possible for her modeling. Along with all her new-found success and notoriety comes all the responsibilities of ensuring that her career remains intact, such as staged social events that throw Annabelle into quite a tailspin.

Still suffering the post-traumatic effects of a failed suicide attempt, Annabelle finds herself sequestered away, conferring with a number of psychiatrists who are intent on making a number of diagnoses concerning Annabelle's mental health. During their screenings and counseling sessions, they happen to discover another rather odd finding with Annabelle's physiological make-up. Now,with this new-found physical evidence, Miss Jackson has suddenly become much, much more than one of the very highest paid super models. And, once again, the spotlight shines down on Annabelle Jackson as this newly discovered physical evidence makes various agencies in the Federal Government take note.

Amidst all her fame and fortune, Annabelle continues to struggle with her rather sordid and seemingly insatiable sexual desires. Still struggling with it all, Annabelle is confronted with more and more interested parties who are making themselves available for her taking. Annabelle once again steps into the world of those who, like herself, fantasize and then act out on their fantasies. It poses a most vexing problem as things progress, because Annabelle understands that if word did get out to her fawning public of her dark and sinister, wicked desires that she has been perpetrating, it could cause irreparable damage to her reputation and end her modeling career.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Layman
• Release date: Oct 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301935079

David Layman

David Layman, born in Sandusky, Ohio, attended and earned both an undergraduate and graduate degree in history from Kent State University, Kent Ohio. After finishing his Ph.D courses, he chose to write novels and also completed two children's stories. His most current novel, DIRECT CONFLICT, focuses on the Vietnam War, the concentration of his academic studies. He is currently writing the sequel, and has written several other literary works.When David is not writing, he travels, engages in long-distance running, both on the beach and in the mountains. As a former Army Paratrooper and combat medic, David has taken an interest in veteran affairs and works with the Wounded Warrior project in Jacksonville, Florida. His newest endeavor is to master surfing, then to travel to Hawaii to surf the Bonzai Pipeline.David is currently working on the sequel to DIRECT CONFLICT, titled DIRECT CONTACT. Check back with us frequently for the release date.

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WALKING WITHIN THE SHADOWS:

All Off Limits

Part #4 of series

David Layman

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Copyright 2012 David Layman

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Chapter 1

I lay on the the back deck of the Simone yacht, and I sighed deeply as I sipped my strong Jamaican coffee. It had been some time since I was able to enjoy being here, being free and feeling somewhat better than before. I lay there and sighed deeply, thinking back over the past months since my supposed breakdown at mom and daddy's house.

Sicilia was out for a little while with Deidre, a doctor's appointment for the baby and then she was going to the Simone Modeling Agency, and then back here. She didn't much care for the idea of my staying back here on the boat, but Ann Marie, the house/boat steward was here. And, I told Sicilia that I needed some alone time to relax, read and veg out on the back of the boat.

Johnathen had called and asked if I'd like to meet him for lunch. I told him I'd do a rain check, that I was fine and I wanted to relax for the afternoon. If you need anything at all, you make sure to call me. Ann Marie is there to help, too!

I thanked Johnathen and told him I would see him later in the evening. He said, Great, and Annabelle, I have a ton of inquiries here about you. I am not pressuring you in any way. If you want to come in and take a look at these, then that is fine. Otherwise, I will just continue on as we have been and put them off. Is that suitable with you, sweetie?

I told him I felt much better and that I so appreciated all he had done for me. I said, I think I will come in tomorrow and see what I have awaiting me. I am fine, really, daddy, I feel good, thanks to you and Sicilia and Dr. Leslie and all the others. Thank you again.

We exchanged love you's and clicked off. I sipped my coffee and stood up, and I dove into the sea.

I surfaced, face first so that my hair stayed back and I swam off away from the boat. I heard from the deck, Annabelle, do not swim out too far by yourself, sweetheart.

I slowed, then I turned and waved at Ann Marie. She waved back and reiterated, Honey, not too far, please, with cream and sugar, baby.

I doggie paddled for a few moments. Ann Marie watched and I said, I am fine, Ann Marie. I won't swim off. I feel great. I am not going to kill myself, I promise.

I was sure that Ann Marie was under strict instructions from Johnathen and Sicilia that she keep me under constant surveillance. It was really great that they were all so concerned, but I had had enough! I needed my space, I needed my independence, I needed to see my Delaney.

I kept doggie paddling and I watched as Ann Marie made a rather futile attempt to make me think that she wasn't spying on me. I finally swam off a ways and turned back again. I swam up to the boat. I held onto the ladder. I called for Ann Marie. Hey, look, please, why don't you go and do whatever. I have to do my swimming, my running and everything. Dr. Leslie and all the other doctors and shrinks have said that it is an absolute must that I maintain a fairly rigorous exercise regimen. I feel fine, Ann Marie, I am not going to freak out now.

Ann Marie peered down at me from the back deck of the Simone yacht. Oh, I am just concerned, that is all. Mr. Simone and Sicilia, well, if anything happened to you, they would just die, the both of them. So would I!

I swam out a little ways, then back to the ladder. But, I am saying that I am fine, seriously. Dr. Leslie and Dr. Bennett, they both have given me a good-to-go. I mean, bless his heart, daddy has had every specialist known to man down here, to check me out. I have to get moving again, I suppose, to prove myself. I do not care for being sequestered like this, everybody wasting all their time and total energy watching me. Ya' know, if I wanted to kill myself, I could have done it many, many times since that little episode up at my parents.

I swam around a while more and then, I climbed up onto the back of the deck. Ann Marie came right away with a big beach towel, and a smaller towel for my head. I smiled, Thank you. Okay, so, I am heading out for my run now. You coming?

Ann Marie already had her running stuff on. She nodded, Yes maam, I am.

I dried off and changed. We warmed up, stretched and off we went, on a six mile run. I felt good and I picked up the pace, Ann Marie struggled to keep up with me. I had been hard at it for some time now. I had to admit, this was the very best I had felt in quite some time. I was exercising every day, I mean, I had been pretty much relegated to this routine for a while, doctor's orders, you know! And, I got way lean and I felt like I could really go.

I was feeling something like impressed at how all this exercise had transformed my totally before hideous figure into something much nicer, the way it looked. Lean, much better curves, a nice tummy now much more defined, my legs, so much more sculpted, my butt, well, as small as I thought it would ever go. I'd keep working on that. I was totally intent that when I did return to the ugly modeling business this time, I would really make the lecherous animals stand up and take notice!

As I said, ooh, it was so wonderful to feel myself, like I knew now that I had it in me to really go! Well, not the way I used to really go. No, I had to take a hiatus from all my prior sexually deviant behavior since my little mishap at mom and daddy's house. I wanted to put all that stuff behind me, I did. I knew it still lurked back in there among the shadows, but, I knew that I had to gain control over my sinister, nasty evil-doings or it could spell the end for me. And, I was not ready to go, not yet, anyways!

Ann Marie and I finished our run. We had run to the beach and we walked along now. Ann Marie dropped her car off here, knowing we were running this morning. She had Sicilia follow her and bring her back to the boat much earlier. We walked along and Ann Marie said, Hey, I have bottles of water in my car, let's get some.

We walked along the beach, still not too crowded for a perfect summer day. I drank my water and gazed about. Ann Marie exclaimed, I could never lay around like so many of these girls do, with nothing on like that. I just couldn't; could you?

We walked by several young girls, all three topless and with just about nothing covering them at all. I smiled, Oh, what makes the difference, Ann Marie. Does it really matter? I mean, like these girls, so, they got it, why not flaunt it? In a little bit, they are gonna' be all burdened down with like a total job and kids and all that crap. Ugh! So, let them enjoy being a little risque and sensuous for now. What does it hurt?

We walked along and there were more sun worshipers streaming out towards the beach. I sighed as we stopped and stretched, Ah crap, Ann Marie, I mean, I don't know, why can't I be like all these people? Oh no, no, instead I had to go all crazy and nuts and do all this modeling shit. I should have just gone to school, that way I would not have been so exposed to all this stuff that is so way messed up!

Ann Marie said, Oh now, it has made you quite a wealthy and very famous person, Annabelle. Everyone is clamoring for you. I would gladly trade places with you right now. You are still a rising star, a celebrity. You have fame, fortune and you are the most beautiful of all, and everyone knows it!

I rolled my eyes, Ann Marie, I do appreciate the compliments, but, seriously, what have I done besides sucking every last red cent out of the corporate snakes that I could. I think I have my love cake, my daddy Johanathen to thank for that. I owe him everything!

We removed our running shoes and footies. We had our bikinis on underneath our running stuff. We walked back to Ann Marie's car and deposited our stuff and dragged out our beach bags. The cooler is in the trunk, sweetie. I will grab it and off we go! Ann Marie said.

We made it out to the beach and I paid for a couple of lounge chairs. We got all situated and we laid down. I noticed a couple of people staring, but one good thing about South Beach, it was totally not cool to acknowledge that any supposed star was in their presence. See, I guess there was this unwritten rule, like if you did that, then it exhibited that you, the staree, you were so a nobody! So, you just didn't do it, unless you were some out-of-town jerk-off, which there were a yuck infestation of those kind about!

I gazed around as we settled in and we both pulled out our magazines and books to begin our total veg mode. See, I so loved it cuz' I could totally zone and fantasize, even though my corrective brain analysts, Dr. Leslie and Dr. Bennett and all those other so-called experts told me not to, that I was only escaping reality when I did that and that it was not conducive to good, stable mental health. Well, that being said, I still so loved to fantasize and converse with my love of all time, my inside my brain Carly. Oh, and by the way, I think they probably knew I was conversing with her cuz' like I would like totally zone and they would not even bother to interrupt me. See, they were doing like me under the petrie glass, studying their amoeba to see just exactly what my thing was. Well, nobody just sits there idly, unless you were like just totally gone and did nothing. I like knew that they knew what I was up to. But, to bait them just a little, I never told them about my inside my brain Carly. Why should I? She was my friend, not theirs, and I knew if I did tell them, then they'd be all like telling me, again, "Ooh, Annabelle, very unhealthy, very unbalanced, let's just go ahead and put an end to her once and for all! Did I have a choice? I determined I did and this was one secret that they would not be saying shit about to me.

I leafed slowly through my magazine and noticed that so far, we had escaped the sickening paparazzi. They were like parasites, and predators, too. They fed off anything they could, dead or alive. And, they stalked me, like anything. I still wanted to annihilate them, healthy or not!

But, like, Dr. Leslie and Dr. Bennett had both said that one of my main problems stemmed from my being so introverted. I was much too shy! An invert, that was what I called me; to turn inside out or upside down. And, for our own edification, another definition, per WEBSTER'S DICITONARY; Homosexual. Seriously, look it up if you don't believe me.

Okay, so, the definition, to turn inside out or upside down. Let's take that one first.

Does that not match me or what? Come on, look, dumb ass, if that didn't fit me to a tee, what would? I was so totally fucked up from day one, I had little to no chance, ever. I was never, EVER NORMAL, EVER! I was totally baked inside out, alright! That, I believe has been firmly established, not even debatable.

I went from little Miss Hideaway, all shy, afraid of even the slightest germ, and me, slinking all around within the shadows of everything, getting off cuz' my kitty Mocha licked my feet and toes and slept down there all night? I mean, I so craved that sensation and when my Mocha began her licking and like light nibbling on my toes! Well, I know I got into what I have been told by the psycho-analytic doctors as infantile orgasm. Please!

The psycho-analytic doctors informed me that all that means is that because I had such a predilection to fantasize and the way I lived in my own make-believe world, that something as simple as say, motion and the most mild stimulant, my Mocha administering her so wondrous feet and toe licking and nibbling, that that would be sufficient enough stimulus for me to have like this what? Like a baby orgasm? IS that for real? Or, is that one of those things that all these supposed doctors, the experts in their field of trying to come to grips with the human brain, is that something they dreamed up? If I had concentrated on being a shrink, I probably could have come up with all that, too! It made me wonder, were all the head doctors like me, like master fantasizers, too?

Anyways, if you didn't even know what an orgasm was, like you couldn't even identify the sensation, which I so couldn't then, and all it's wondrous meanings on so many levels, then why did it even matter? The psycho quack quacks labeled it because? Again, these shrinks and all these psycho doctors, I kinda' think they so love to dream these things up cuz' then it makes them sound so much more important and so intelligent and everything. Let me tell you though, my real daddy, my daddy in like Ft. Lauderdale, well, like he is probably ten thousand times smarter than any of them.

Now then, do you think that even if there was something to this kind of hypothesis, a little baby orgasm, do you think he would care? I mean, I could just hear him now, Miriam, I don't mean to be crass, but did you ever hear anything about this term, well, one moment my dear, oh, here it is, infantile orgasm? It is very big news to me. I think I will incorporate a number of books and articles about that into my library, do some in-depth studying about that. Now that, Miriam, that is ground-breaking.

And mom, she would just shush him up and say, Now John, please I've told you before, I'll have no swearing in my house. If the girls hear you, they'll think it perfectly acceptable to use swear words, too!

Anyways, being like the total CLASS A FUCK-UP, like the total loser misfit in my school, the so ugly duckling, the black sheep, to within a snap, like this, this um, well, this supposed glamor queen? Like, what, I woke up one morning and k-boom, I am suddenly splashed all over the planet and labeled as the new, so, so gorgeous, so beautiful, so deliciously sexy and slutty and sensuous magazine slut of all time? Please.

Okay, and the second definition, the Homosexual part; okay. Now that one, well, I basically had no chance on that one, but I have to say, it fits me, at least up to now. I mean, my deliciously divine Sicilia, she scooped me right up at the very beginning of my puberty stage, latent as it was for me. See, I figure I was latent in just about everything, especially in the sex category. Okay, let's take a look, and I think my argument will fit with the good old psycho quacky brain shrinks, too!

Now then, why don't we go with number 2, like go with their label, LATENT HOMOSEXUALITY. Okay, so it is fairly self-explanatory, okay. You can't or won't admit it, your gayness, or you really didn't know about it in a cognizant manner, as if it was asleep inside you. So, after some sexperimentation, you come up with, or decide, whatever, that the guy/girl thingy is so not for you.

I've heard the gamut; so, here goes; that is, like from girls on their supposed asleep in their bodies and brains gayness. Oh yeah, see, I tried some boys, but it just did like nothing at all for me. Like, okay, so I like girls so much better, which maybe I did or didn't realize or know from before, okay. So, girls, I've found out, like, well, okay, they do me like way so much better. We go better, less mess, I get them going better, I hate dicks, gross me, disgusting. I feel violated, they want to do anal, blow jobs are so totally awful, they are way too rough, they are way too timid, they shoot their disgusting snot all over everything, all into my eyes and nose and mouth, would they want that done to them? They ask me to swallow, ugh! Filthy and dirty pigs! I could get pregnant! STDs galore. I don't have a clue about guys, they are like totally weird to me. They totally gross me! They weird me out! They want to constantly like feel my junk, even when we are driving. See, total shit like that.

Then, there are a bunch of other reasons that these girls, say the ones I talked to, they said why they enjoyed sleeping with their same gender. Sleeping, wait, with whom, for what reason? Hmm, you see, that is so not what they mean, to sleep with them. No! That sleep word is a so nice code word for orgasm. Why not say it, just plain and simple! Okay, just go all, Look, I enjoy having a wonderful and engaging, exquisite orgasm with my girly friend. What is wrong with that?

Okay, well, anyways, I got my latent homosexuality sprung on me like right out of the gate. The guy thing, well, I basically had no chance at, that was what I told my cranium experts, Dr. Leslie and Dr. Bennett, okay. I told them, like, Well, I basically didn't talk to anyone all through school. I had no friends, not one, and no boyfriend or girlfriend, either. I was a misanthrope.

They were all into that one, like HUGE! I knew that would get them all up. I know I already told you that I got that term from daddy, see, I got like EVERY BIT of everything, everything from daddy. I think he was kinda' like a misanthrope, too. I hater of mankind, one who distrusts mankind. Well, if I had not like one friend my whole fucking life, 'till I was like seventeen, I think it was, and people peered and leered at me and called me like a total zombie ass hole, like what would you term it?

Now then, since I am doing this so intense like cross analyzation of my life, I have to so include my Sicilia Simone, my so gorgeous Italian pain-in-the-ass, way hot stuff.

Okay, so Sicilia comes along like my first semester of college and nails me, like right away! I mean, I'd say like she was really the most beautiful girl anywhere, at least that I had ever seen around. So, she, for some way strange reason, she must have seen something in me, as she said, and she went for it. And, my pretty awesome Sicilia lips was way, way persistent. I mean, if there was like anyone she could have chosen who was more clueless and more of a total nitwit, it was me. But, Sicilia, my baby doll, so hot, she was not to be deterred, no way!

I mean, I had this totally filthy, rich, gorgeous, perfect in every way baby doll who accosted me right away at college! And, she allowed basically like no time whatsoever to let me decide yea or nay.

See, Sicilia got me, she just took right over all of me and I doubt it ever dawned on her that because of my being this total basket case loser, that I might just be a huge pain in the ass! So, of course, we like got all hooked up, which we did and which I was, like the very worst pain in the ass to her cuz' I was so lit about sex and having my sadistic and sinister ways take me over.

Oh, and then as we, or I should say, I sexplored Sicilia and all her so intimate desires, and how things should go as you progress as say, mating mates without the fertilization process. I guess I was more like this totally stuck victim, well, at first. I had no clue, I didn't know shit and then, k-boom and I mean, shit, I so had to be a fast learner on that one. Total, total, total, on the job training for me.

I mean, I read shit, I saw shit, I listened, and all that, but come on, before Sicilia, I would never even try or think about playing with myself, no possibility! I watched like not one adult film, I had never seen a guy's dick, or a girl's pussy, except for mine and Evie's!

Let me tell you, when you add in a really hot, smoking Italian hitter babe, hotter than anything total babe who is constantly feeling me and all on my junk, kissing me, telling me she is going to totally burst in two, how she was so crazy nuts about me, getting right into the tub naked and everything! I was so not going to be too latent about my gayness anymore! I had to snicker, did the quacky shrinks ever even bother to consider a case like mine?

Well anyways, what the fuck! Funny, I remember wondering what in the world Sicilia could have possibly meant about all that bursting in two shit! Wow, did I ever find out about that one! Whew! Big time shit, I am saying!

Okay, wait, then I had like my inside my brain Carly always, always, always up in my shit, like totally egging me on. See, she was my Miss So Sweet for like my whole childhood. She was my great secret and she always helped me when I got kinda' like stuck.

So, um, okay, so, why did she wig out and go off and always like exhort me on to get girls, to do all those sinister and totally horrible, gruesome and hideous things that I did to them, and much, much worse? Well, I will tell you why although it is pretty elementary. It was all due to my totally latent sexuality, there, he-he, the quaky whacky doctors will be all grinning and happy now.

And, once again, I would maybe have been fine had I not been like this warped, sickened creature who hated everything and who developed such horrible and evil ways because I felt like some totally worthless, slimy scum who would be this nasty freak all my life.

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I jerked awake; I had fallen into a deep sleep. I lay there, and I felt pretty freaking great. I mean, I was slightly heated, I was so parched, and I was ravenous, but, I was good.

I lay there, assessing, and I glanced over and Ann Marie smiled, Hey sleepy head, here, here is a bottle of cold water. I also have sandwiches and cottage cheese for you.

I thanked Ann Marie. I sipped my water, Ann Marie, I am going to go into the office today.

She stopped with her fetching my sandwich. She sat up and swung her feet off her lounge chair. She picked up the cooler and she scooted in on my lounge chair. I slid over slightly, and Ann Marie said, with great excitement in her voice, Oh great. You want me to drive you?