AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is loosely based off several characters from the hit soap One Life to Live.

Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.

This story is extremely AU.

Love has nothing to do with age limits.

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She was riding in a speeding vehicle with Jack Manning, her boyfriend of two months. She really didn't know what she was getting herself get into, dating Jack and agreeing to spend the weekend at his dad's mansion on the outskirts of Llanview. She and Jack attended Llanview University together, and that's how they had met.

Jack was a nice-looking guy, with dark-blond hair and gorgeous amber eyes, but somehow he and Marty didn't seem quite compatible. She was serious about her studies and a brilliant student, and he just wanted to party all the time. He was now flunking a couple of his courses because he didn't seem to really care. He'd rather have a good time.

"Are you sure your dad doesn't mind if I spend the weekend with you at his mansion?" Marty asked as they drove to their destination.

"No, he's probably not even home. I doubt we'll even see him. He has a busy life and a ton of mistresses."

"Mistresses?" Marty said in surprise. "If he has such a wild life-style, he probably doesn't care if his son is shacking up with his girlfriend at his place then?"

Jack smirked. He was definitely his father's son. Shacking up with Marty sounded like a lot of fun, even though he had told her that their weekend at his father's was just going to be one of leisure and they would keep it completely platonic. Marty hadn't really wanted to date him in the first place. She had said she wanted to be friends first for awhile, but with Jack's persistence she had eventually given in. She had went out on a couple of dates with him and hung out with him on occasion in the company of her friends, but he was no where near ready to hop into bed with him.

"Don't give me that smirk, Jack Manning! I am NOT going to sleep with you this weekend... so get that out of your head! I am not that kind of girl!" Marty warned him. "If you think I am going to go to bed with you ... you can take me right back this instant!"

"Relax, Marty," Jack said as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. "I am not going to force you into anything. I just thought maybe..."

"I know what you thought... and you better keep your mind out of the gutter!"

"Okay, okay. Calm down. Chill. We are almost at my dad's mansion now."

They turned off onto a gravel road that lead deep into the woods. At the end of the lane was a beautiful Victorian mansion with a huge marble fountain out front. Jack parked his red sports car in the circular driveway.

"Home at last," he told Marty with a smile.

When she didn't respond or make a move to leave the car, Jack asked, "Aren't you going to grab your luggage and come in?"

"I guess," Marty said with a heavy sigh. "Since we are already here. But I am warning you, Jack... if you try anything... anything at all, I will slap you so hard..."

Jack only laughed. He grabbed his suitcase from the backseat as Marty got hers. Together, they walked up to the front door of his father's mansion. "Is anyone here?" Marty asked uneasily as Jack opened the door and they stepped into the foyer.

"Actually, the housekeeper should be here...and the gardener who is her husband. They live in an apartment in my dad's basement. They're always here."

"Great. I just wondered if anyone might hear you screaming if I have to clobber you."

"Ohhh come on, Marty. I am not all that bad... and besides we have been dating 2 months now, and I think it's time we..."

"Had sex?" Marty finished for him.

"No... but uhhhh... we could have some fun. We could kiss and make out and stuff."

"Not on your life," Marty said with a frown.

"Don't you find me attractive?" Jack asked with a frown.

"It's not that, Jack. It's just that I would rather be friends," Marty stated as he lead her into the parlor. Once inside, he poured them both a drink.

"Being friends is no fun," Jack grumbled as he took a sip of the alcohol in his glass.

He waited for Marty to drink her beverage, but she refused. "You're not getting me drunk so you can take advantage of me," Marty said to Jack.

"Ohhh come on , Marty. It's just one drink. What will it hurt...?"

"I used to get drunk at parties all the time. I'm not that girl anymore," Marty said. "Could you please show me to my room?"

Jack sighed and reached for Marty's drink. Once again, he tried to hand it to her, but Marty pushed it away. Jack ended up spilling it all over her dress in the process.

"Jack!" Marty cried out.

"Sorry," he said as he reached for a towel and tried to sponge the growing stain off her breasts. The liquid in the glass was cold, hardening her nipples. Marty had never been so outraged in all her life.

"Stop touching my breasts!" she cried out.

"I am only trying to help you, Marty... now hold still!" Jack insisted. Once again, he dabbed at the stain upon her dress. She protested and pushed him away and as they struggled, they ended up on the floor with Jack on top of her.

"What the hell is going on here?" a voice suddenly cried out.

Jack crawled off of Marty to see his dad standing in the doorway. Todd Manning didn't look pleased to see his eighteen-year-old son lying on top of a girl in his parlor. "Who is SHE?" Todd demanded as he stared at Marty with her long blond curls swirled all about her face as though she had just had a wild, spectacular fuck.

"She's my girlfriend, Dad. This is Marty," Jack announced.

"What?! You brought a GIRL here for the weekend?! You said you were bringing your friend Marty, whom I presumed was a guy! I didn't know Marty was female!" Todd cried out.

"Yeah, Dad, Marty's definitely female," Jack said as he looked over at Marty with a smirk.

"Why does it smell like a brewery in here?" Todd demanded. "How much have you both had to drink?"

Marty carefully stood up from the floor, holding onto a nearby piece of sturdy furniture to stable her. "I haven't had anything to drink, Mr. Manning," Marty spoke up. "Your son spilled a drink on me. That's why the room reeks of alcohol."

Suddenly Todd's eyes moved to the bodice of Marty's dress where a tiny bit of her cleavage spilled out. There was a damp spot on the front of her dress, making it nearly transparent as her nipples showed through the thin fabric. Todd got instantly hard as he stared at her breasts. Realizing how awkward it was that he was becoming aroused while gazing at the girlfriend of his son, Todd shook his head to clear it.

"Jack," he said in a chastising voice. "Why did you bring this young lady here with you for the weekend? Be honest with me. Were you hoping to have the whole place to yourself so you could-."

"That's none of your business, Mr. Manning, if Jack and I are sleeping together," Marty suddenly spoke up. "Clearly you're upset about my presence here, so I am afraid I must be leaving..."

She reached for her suitcase and was about to leave the room when Todd blocked her exit. "You're going no where," he said forcefully. "I am driving you home."

"There's no way I am stepping into a car with you. You clearly hate me."

"Well, since my son is showing no manners at all and offering to drive you home, then I will. I wouldn't want your parents to worry about you..."

"Thank you very much," she said sarcastically. "But my parents are dead. The only relative I have is Aunt Kiki... and she's in Europe right now... and she doesn't care a flying fig about me."

"I am so sorry," Todd said and he sincerely meant it. "But let me drive you home. It's the least I can do."

"Dad, don't take her home..." Jack started to argue.

"I will deal with you later," Todd said to his son. His voice left no room for argument. Marty had no choice but to get in the car with him.

A few minutes later, they were on their way toward the university. Marty felt uneasy. She couldn't look at him, although he fascinated her. "Where's Jack's mother?" she suddenly asked.

"You mean he hasn't told you?" Todd asked in surprise.

"No, he never talks about her. I think it's a scar upon his heart," Marty responded.

"I'm sure it is. Jack's mother left us when he was only three years old. It was a difficult time."

"I lost both of my parents ... so I can relate."

"What is it you see in my son?" Todd suddenly asked.

Looking at him behind the wheel, Marty struggled to find the words. There was something about Jack that had attracted her in the first place, but she couldn't tell him that it was the very same attraction she felt toward him. It was something purely physical... and when she met Todd Manning, she had felt that powerful attraction all the way down to her toes. Now, as she looked into his hypnotic hazel eyes, she nearly forgot to breathe. Jack was a boy... a bumbling fool, but Todd was a man - a hot, sexy man in all of his full glory. Marty knew she didn't want Jack. She wanted Todd, her boyfriend's father.

"I- I don't know..." Marty finally said. "Maybe dating him was a mistake. I think we'd be much better suited as friends..."

"Really? If that's so, then why did you agree to spend a weekend with him ... alone... in a deserted mansion?" Todd asked her.

"Maybe I wanted to explore my erotic sexual side," Marty said as that's exactly what she wanted to do that moment, right now, with Todd.

"So you wanted to use my son for sex?" Todd asked with a dark frown.

"I don't think your son is as innocent as you are making him out to be. In fact, he's known as quite the playboy on campus," Marty told him. "I think he's trying to keep up with you. He told me you have a lot of mistresses."

"Jack told you that?"

"Yes, he did. You can't judge my sex life... or Jack's... when you are being such a Casanova yourself."

"Young lady, if you were my daughter, I would take you over my knee and I would thoroughly spank you for your disrespectful tone."

"Well, I am NOT your daughter, am I?" Marty said as she gave him a sexy little glare.

"No, you're not..." Todd said as he struggled to control his wild, kinky thoughts.

A few minutes later, they had reached Marty's small apartment she shared with her good friend Megan. "Thank you for taking me home," Marty said as she reached for her suitcase.

"This isn't the last you've seen of me," Todd said before she left his car.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Marty said as she suddenly froze.

"Well, you're my son's girlfriend ... I suppose that means I will be seeing a LOT of you."

"Good night, Mr. Manning," Marty said before leaving the car.