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Allyson

By: carvohi



Allyson hadn't been this happy in her whole life. She was about to become the brand new wife of Mr. John Bennett, or more appropriately John Bennett Esquire. At twenty-three years old she was an almost newlywed living in a brand new home in new town in the northwest. Allyson was a fresh graduate from a small liberal arts college back east where her hard work all through her entire life had paid off handsomely, and her handsome new husband John had been the grand prize. Handsome was not the word for John. He was her dashing prince charming, her knight in shining armor, her Lancelot, her Galahad. 

Her husband to be was the handsomest men six counties, and his law degree and family connections were marvelous. They were far more than anything Allyson brought to the proposed marriage. Allyson had been an orphan who had been shunted from foster home to foster home during most of her younger life. No her pedigree marked her as an honest to god Heinz 57. She was a genuine mongrel with no family and no background. John was a too good to be true blue blood. He came from one of the richest and most noteworthy families in his hometown. 

However, his background, or more likely her lack of background, didn't stop him from falling in love and proposing marriage to her. Of course, his parents disapproved. They concocted all sorts of reasons why he should find someone else, and when the reasons fell short they hired detectives who invented false stories about her background and family history. 

Allyson, to tell the truth, wouldn't have been able to disprove or invalidate any of the ridiculous claims the private detectives contrived. She simply never knew who her parents were. It didn't matter to John. He loved her. He really loved her. Even when his parents cut him out of the family fortune he loved her anyway. It wasn't exactly a real marriage yet. It was actually an almost elopement. They were packed up and gone before his parents could interfere. Now they were safely ensconced in a new home and in a new town where no one knew them. 

With his stellar credentials John had gotten a good job working for one of the more established law firms in town. She remembered how impressed he told her his new bosses were with his college records and the recommendations he'd gotten from the law firms he'd worked for as an undergraduate back east. John had made no effort to use his family to get the opportunity; he'd gotten it all on merit. 

Though not officially married yet; Allyson and John settled in to live the American dream. Allyson was smallish girl, barely five foot three and one hundred pounds when sopping wet, but she kept herself nicely. She had dark brown curly hair she liked to keep short and wavy. She had small perky breasts. She was barely a 34B. She had big blue eyes with long lashes and a heart shaped face with the smallest of dimples right in the center of her chin. Her complexion was a naturally deep pink, and with a little washing it gave off its own natural glow. Make up was always a minimalist affair. 

Her hands were small as were her feet. She kept her tiny little fingers and toes well manicured usually using only clear polish. She kept her nails trimmed short like the rest of her appearance. Perhaps it was her lack of a real childhood that enticed her to try to dress and look younger than her twenty-three years. Her diminutive size enabled her to pretend to capture a childhood other girls took for granted. Allyson's childhood and youth had been a litany of scrubbed floors, washed dishes, washed and ironed clothes, and made beds for other peoples' real children. 

Wherever she lived as a child she always ended up with the smallest room with the least comfortable bed. In one or two of the homes she remembered how the real children teased her, and they even sometimes took her few personal possessions for themselves.  

In one family she especially remembered how they always insisted on playing blind man's bluff. Of course, it was always her turn to wear the blindfold, and they always ended up finding ways to embarrass or humiliate her. Hand me downs and leftovers were her life's story. Allyson remembered often as not her early adolescence had been distracted by lascivious older foster parents, men usually but a woman once, whose sole interest was in trying to take advantage of her. It had been only by luck and a little pluck that she'd escaped with her purity unsullied.

Perhaps that helped explain the interest she now had in children's clothes. Allyson liked barrettes, bows and ribbons, and she liked dressing up in youngish attire. Allyson liked jumpers, short pleated skirts, pretty blouses, knee high stockings, penny loafers, Mary Janes, peter pan collars, and puffy capped sleeves. In bed she liked shorty pajamas and baby doll nighties. The best were the shorty translucent chemises and camisoles she wore that John liked so much. She especially liked the way John held her in his arms like a baby and called her his little dream doll. 

Yes, Allyson's life was like Cinderella's. She'd gone from the poor little waif working and serving others to the belle of the ball. John was her handsome prince charming. 

One evening shortly after John got home from work he announced he had a surprise for Allyson. He'd been thinking about her being home alone all day just scrubbing and cleaning. Doing all the things she'd used to do back in her Cinderella days as the two of them collectively referred to her childhood. John announced that he'd contacted a domestic service and contracted to hire Allyson her own personal maid. 

At first Allyson was repelled by the idea. She'd been trapped in that lifestyle as a child, and she certainly didn't want to place that burden on someone else. John, however, had convinced her that he'd negotiated a deal with a very reputable service, and the person he had contracted with was someone just a little older than Allyson and a person with no illusions about what she would be expected to do. John said her name was Hannah, and he explained she was a college graduate with a degree in the culinary and clothing related arts. In short she was someone looking for a place to escape the urban rat race, and use her cooking, sewing, and dress making skills in her spare time. He showed Allyson a picture. Hannah looked to be just a little older than Allyson, perhaps twenty-five with blond hair and a fuller figure. John explained that she would be hired to do the cleaning and cooking as well as providing Allyson with a little companionship until she became acquainted with the people around the town. 

After some soul searching Allyson agreed to John's idea, but she insisted that Hannah understand that she was coming more as an acquaintance and friend than as a servant. Allyson insisted that Hannah and she would be partners in the household chores rather than mistress and maid. After all Allyson explained, this was her first real home, and she enjoyed caring for it. John agreed that those conditions would be passed along, and a date was set for Hannah's arrival.

Two days after their discussion Hannah arrived. She was larger than Allyson but not nearly as big as her photograph had inferred. Hannah looked to be five foot three and only about ten pounds heavier. Her blond hair was thick and wavy, luxurious actually. She had hazel eyes, a good complexion, and aristocratic features. Hannah wasn't pretty like Allyson, but she certainly was attractive. Hannah looked more the lawyer's wife, while Allyson might be considered more the lawyer's little girl. 

At first glance Allyson was a little intimidated, but once Hannah started to talk all doubts and fears vanished. Hannah was a warm but controlled person. Within two minutes Allyson knew the two of them would become best of friends.

Hannah told Allyson all about her own childhood and career years. Hannah had been a cook and serving person for one of the better caterers on the West Coast. She'd made scads of money, and many superficial friends, but found after a short time the life was just too much. There were just too many bars, too many awkward young men with eager hands and way too many frisky older types only interested in what was inside her pants and not inside her head. She decided to trash it for a while. Working for Allyson she explained was going to be more like a vacation.

Hannah described her childhood and growing up years. They were far different from Allyson's. Hannah had grown up in a large family, one brother and two sisters. Their mother was a devout Catholic and their father was a devout NFL fanatic. Between the two of them they raised a wild but happy flock. Hannah knew all about housework and cleaning, but in her background it had been about shared responsibility and teamwork. Hannah had grown up with two younger sisters and one slightly effeminate brother. Sharing the cooking and cleaning had been more a labor of love than a chore. Hannah promised to one day take Allyson for a visit to what she called the 'ancestral plantation', which in fact she said was a brick bungalow in Queens. 

Hannah and Allyson talked and found, in spite of the superficial contrasts, they had a great deal in common. While Allyson seemed to love the youthful look, Hannah said it only reminded her of her Catholic school uniform days. Allyson seemed the more frolicsome type. Hannah the more reserved. Allyson was always three sheets to the wind; a spur of the moment hyperactive, shoot from the gut, 'get er done' type. Hannah was the organized methodical take charge manager. Within days the two women were best friends. 

Over the first weeks the two young women became increasingly close. Though Hannah did most of the chores, Allyson wouldn't let her do everything. If Hannah washed the clothes, Allyson insisted on helping with the ironing. If Hannah vacuumed, then Allyson insisted on dusting. Things went along that way for a while, and everyone and everything seemed fine. 

One thing did slowly insinuate its way into the two women's reverie. Allyson was a girl's clothes freak. She liked the many pretty uniforms that Hannah was expected to wear as a part of her daily work regimen. Allyson both admired and envied Hannah. To Allyson Hannah seemed so poised and in control. She seemed so mature and cosmopolitan. Allyson often felt silly and childish around her maid. She also was jealous of the shimmery black evening maid's attire that Hannah wore. She loved the look of the stiffly starched glossy peter pan collars and the equally stiffly starched whiteness of Hannah's long sleeves and the white wrist cuffs. Allyson wanted to be like Hannah. She wanted to dress like her. More and more she wanted to be like her.

Hannah sensed Allyson's feelings of inferiority, and at first she worked assiduously to infuse more confidence in Allyson's behavior. However, it seemed the harder she worked to support Allyson the more she tried to imitate her. Finally Hannah made the decision to cultivate Allyson's insecure feelings. She in no way wanted to hurt her employer, but she started to reason there was more to gain by abetting her dependency than in thwarting it.

One afternoon after the two women had spent some time jointly cleaning the silverware Hannah suggested she make some modification in Allyson's wardrobe. She made the suggestion in a most subtle way; inferring that Allyson was unnecessarily staining and fraying her expensive dresses. Hannah suggested that she might take some time and make Allyson a few items of apparel that, while in no way could be construed as maid's attire, would prove more functional as long as Allyson insisted on helping Hannah with the household chores.

Allyson, since she secretly wanted to dress more like her maid anyway, was delighted by Hannah's suggestion, she loved the pretty skirts, blouses, and dresses Hannah wore.

Hannah supposed they could drive into town and together look over some of the batches of cloth at the various stores. Hannah wanted to customize what Allyson wore. She wanted to do this not only to please her employer, but also to please herself. 

Hannah not only loved making clothes, but she also had a modest domineering streak that she had learned to cultivate when she had to work with her sisters when growing up. Hannah thought she might get to enjoy making some nice clothes, and at the same time find ways to further influence what Allyson thought and did. She wasn't being mean or underhanded or anything like that; it was just her natural way. Growing up she'd always been the one in charge. Here she found Allyson, a young woman who liked being spoiled, being treated like a little girl. 

Allyson jumped at the idea of driving in with Hannah to look at material. She liked driving her red sports car. She liked showing off in front of her maid, and though it never occurred to her at the time, she liked the idea that dressing more like Hannah might make them seem more like sisters. Allyson didn't understand it, but she knew there was something about Hannah that made her want to do almost anything to please her.

The big day came, and together the two women jumped into Allyson little red car and headed into town. John and Allyson lived about twenty miles from the town, and the only way in and out was via a single high speed two lane roadway. It was a good road, but being the only road headed out of town in their general direction there were several speed traps. The speed traps weren't intended to catch anyone who lived in the area. They were usually set up so the state police could catch anyone speeding who might also be inebriated. There had been several serious accidents in and around town. Two of them had even resulted in unnecessary fatalities. The police wanted to catch drunken speeders and get them off the roads.

Up to that time Hannah had as yet not gone to town so no one knew who she as. Allyson had been to town a few times, usually with John on errands, so her notoriety was no better than Hannah's. They made it into town and found several fabric stores. Together they examined and selected a variety of types of material. Hannah wanted to get some material that would enable her to make Allyson some nice flirtatious little outfits that she could wear around the house while pretending to clean. Allyson had other ideas. She wanted to buy material that would allow Hannah to make her some real French maids outfits replete with all the lace and flouncy petticoats those outfits entailed. Hannah agreed to go along with Allyson's ideas, but she also insisted on some of the more practical, yet still cute, concepts she had in mind. Together they spent a good part of an early afternoon picking and choosing. 

It was mid-afternoon before they finally finished, and both women were hungry. On their way home the women stopped at one of the more out of way eateries found just on the edge of town. It was still relatively early in the afternoon so neither of them felt there was any need to rush. Together they had a leisurely lunch. Hannah, being the more fastidious was careful about what she ate. Knowing she still had to get home and fix dinner she abjured from any alcohol. Allyson on the other hand wanted to impress her new friend and maid with not only her driving skills but also her own sophistication. While Hannah remained dry Allyson tossed off four mixed drinks. 

By the time they were ready to get back on the road Allyson was a little stiff. Neither one of them noticed the state policemen seated quietly in back of the restaurant.

Out of the restaurant and on the road Allyson decided to show off just a little. She took her car up to the speed limit and cast a sidewise look over at Hannah. Hannah didn't seem to be paying any attention so Allyson gunned the engine, threw the transmission down into a lower gear and took off. The car quickly sped up. Soon the two women were rolling along at close to ninety miles an hour, much too fast for the car, for Hannah, and for the road. Hannah suggested Allyson ease back a little, but the younger woman took Hannah's comment as a sign of fear. She gunned the engine more, and the car really took off. It was a high performance special edition foreign model with a hyper linked turbo charged block. When Allyson hit the accelerator this time it was as though the car was leaving the ground.

From where the women were seated it might have seemed like the vehicle was leaving the ground, but for the two state policemen staked out behind the roadside sign it only meant another crazy speeder about to get his come-up-pence. They hit the highway with their siren blaring.

Allyson looked in her rearview mirror and saw the police car. At first she thought she should stop, but glancing at Hannah and seeing the stark terror in her maid's face she decided to take everything to the next level. She hit the accelerator again, and off they went. Allyson might have had the fastest car around, but the state police had radios. Two thirds of a mile down the road Allyson, Hannah, and the car met a state roadblock. Allyson considered blazing on through it, but she wasn't quite that drunk. Realizing now too late that she'd probably stepped way over the line, she eased back on the gas and pulled over to the side of the road just about an eighth of a mile before the road block.

Just seconds before the police got there Hannah realized the dangerous situation they were putting John in. Hannah grabbed Allyson's arms and jerked her around. She warned in her most threatening voice, that Allyson must play the maid and that she Hannah would play the frightened but sober fiancé. She very carefully explained they both needed to protect John at all costs. The subterfuge would only be for this one instance. Everything would be back to normal this evening, but for now John had to be protected. Allyson, by then quite aware if not completely sober, nodded her head in sage agreement.

In another instant the police were on top of everything. They had the two women out of the car, and had them both under close scrutiny. It didn't take long to realize the driver was intoxicated. 

Placing both women in handcuffs they called a tow company to retrieve the car. Both women were placed in the back of a patrol car and herded off to headquarters. 

There wasn't much anybody could say or do. The sober Hannah tried to put the best spin on things explaining Allyson was just a little tipsy, and that she, that is Allyson, was only the maid and her poor judgment should not reflect on John, Hannah's finance. 

When John finally reached the station Hannah, through eye contact and some meaningful body language made it clear to him that he was to pretend that Hannah was his girlfriend and not Allyson. The police were either ignorant or indifferent to the ruse.

Hannah was excused since she was just the passenger, but little Miss Allyson was first read the riot act, and then was promptly ordered to turn in her license. Only John's pitiful pleadings prevented the police from taking her into custody. They still took her fingerprints and read her rights to her, a court date was set and in lieu of the recent tragedies in the community she was advised she might even get some jail time time. 

Poor Allyson had wanted to impress her friend and maid and only ended up getting arrested and acquiring a record in her newly adopted town. Just as bad, since it was small town, everything she'd done would certainly become public knowledge. It was an altogether unpleasant experience Thanks only to Hannah's quick thinking John was spared any serious humiliation.

When they got back home John entreated Hannah to stay on. At first Hannah was reluctant to stay. She felt partly to blame for what happened, but John prevailed upon her better nature. John not only promised Hannah a substantial pay increase, but prevailed on her sense of fair play in that, at least for a while, she might have to continue to pretend to be his fiancé.


Allyson Ch. 02



Allyson involuntarily leaned back on the steps, her naked rear end on the edge of the third step from the bottom brushing up against the rough pile of the carpeted stairs. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor around her socked feet; her hands were tied behind her back with the shoes strings from the saddle shoes Hannah had bought her. Her hair was mussed, and had she been able to see, her lipstick was smudged.

Standing in front of her were two young men, a third, the one who'd knotted her hands, was behind her on one of the steps.

One of the young men, the one she thought was named Wayne said, "Wow, she's hot. What are we going to do with her?" 

The other one standing in front; his name was Aubrey was staring at her like she was a slice of pecan pie answered, "We're going to have some fun." He started to unzip his fly, "I'll take her first."

The one in the back reached down and helped her to her feet. As he did so he gently grabbed her. She felt his hands cover her breasts, they were warm and large; each breast disappeared in his palms. It didn't hurt, in fact it felt sort of good, but she still didn't like it. He was pulling her backward so that she had to lean up against him. She felt he had an erection. It was pressing up against her rear. It made her realize just how scary her predicament was.

Allyson squirmed to get free. She was scared, but tried to hide it. If she just remained calm she might be able to straighten this out. She was supposed to be the one in charge, but they'd ambushed her, stripped off her clothes and shoes, and tied her hands before she had a chance to react. She knew she had to reestablish some kind of control before things got even more out of hand, "Come on boys. I'm your babysitter. You can't do this. You have to let me go."

The oldest, the one behind, his name was Paul, spoke to the others, "You two back off. Before anybody does anything; introductions are in order, and then we have to establish some ground rules." Holding her breasts he walked her down the steps.

She tried to turn around to see his face, "Ground rules. That's a good idea. I'm the babysitter, so I'll tell you how things are. First you have to untie me, and give me back my clothes."

The one called Aubrey laughed, "Do you think we need a babysitter? You're the weekend's entertainment."

She replied, "Let me go. Come on, give back my clothes, and I won't tell anybody what you've done."

Paul propelled her over to the nearby sofa. It was a big one with plush cushions. It looked comfortable, but she didn't get to sit on it. He stood her in front of it, and then pushed her down by the shoulders so she ended up having to kneel on the rug.

Aubrey and Wayne sat on the sofa while Paul stood behind her with his hands loosely on her shoulders. He spoke, "So you're Allyson. We've been told about you. You're John and Hannah's maid. You keep house for them, and provide John with extra services in his spare time. Isn't that right?"

The two young men seated in front watched her.

Allyson didn't know exactly what to say. The part about the maid was mixed up, and anything she did with John was strictly a private affair between him and her. These young men had the wrong impression. The problem was, since she'd had to pretend at maid sometimes back home, what they said wasn't completely untrue, "Look you have to let me go." She got the impression the one in charge was Paul, the man behind her. 

She again tried to turn her head so she could see him, '"I'm strictly here to look after you three this weekend. Honestly, I was told you were all a lot younger, but I can handle that. You'll only need me to clean up, make the beds, and maybe fix a little food. I understand. I can do that. Now untie my hands, and let me go."

Aubrey reached out and squeezed her left breast, "Nice."

She tried to pull away but Paul was behind her and wouldn't let her, "You'll be taking care of us this weekend, that's for sure, and yeah you'll cook and clean, but you'll be doing more than that. I guarantee it."

Aubrey said, "Yeah, you're going to be our little sex toy."

Allyson panicked; she started to fight, she squirmed around trying to get free. The shoes strings had started to hurt, and she felt like no blood was getting to her hands. She started crying, but regained her composure and stopped as fast as she started.  

She kicked out, and tried to spin around, "Let me up!" She kept trying to push away, but couldn't get any traction. She was putting on quite a show. Her little tits were bouncing all around, all bubbly looking, and her pussy, so neatly shaved and clean looked like it was wet.

Paul leaned down and wrapped his arms her, "Hold on a minute."

She kept squirming and fighting.

Paul squeezed her very tightly, "I said hold still!"

She stopped, and he untied her hands.

Still kneeling on the rug, she got her hands in front of her and rubbed her wrists. They were red from the shoes strings. She was still on the verge of tears, but held them in. She took her hands and tried to cover her breasts. Since they were small it wasn't too hard, "There's been some mistake here. I'm not what you think. Please let me get up and get dressed?"

Paul was still very close; his hands were resting lightly on her shoulders again, "No, stay there. Tell us your little story, and maybe, if it sounds good, we'll let you have some clothes."

Allyson faced a dilemma. If she didn't say something convincing she'd be in real trouble, but she realized she was already in real trouble anyway, "Look if I tell you something, will you promise to keep it a secret?"

Paul answered, "Maybe."

"OK, I'll tell you something, but first let me have my clothes back."

Aubrey giggled, "Story first, then maybe clothes."

Allyson didn't know what to do, "OK. I'm really John's fiancé, but I got in trouble by driving too fast while under the influence. To keep John's name out of the paper Hannah, that's my maid, and I agreed to switch places. She pretended to be me, and I pretended to be her. Since then we've been switching back and forth whenever anyone came over. When your parents invited us to go out this weekend Hannah had to go, and I had to come here." 

Wayne laughed, "That was good. Now come over here and visit this," he started to unzip his pants.

Paul said, "Zip it up Wayne." He looked down at Allyson, "That's a pretty wild tale, and even if it's true you're still ours for the weekend."

"But I'm not what you think. I mean I'm supposed to be looking after you, but not like this. Please can I have my clothes back?"

Aubrey looked at his brother, "What do you think Paul?"

"I think if she was what she was supposed to be we wouldn't be listening to this bullshit story. She's either nuts, or she's telling us the truth. You know what else? If she's telling the truth, we better leave her alone."

Wayne spoke up, "What are you crazy?"

Paul explained, "Look we're all over eighteen. If she's being honest, and we fool around with her, she could have us all arrested. I for one don't want to spend the next twenty years in prison over a misunderstanding like this."

Aubrey asked, "Well what are we supposed to do?"

Paul answered, "Why don't you two clear out. I'll call around, maybe check the Internet, and find something out."

"OK, but I had my heart set on some fun this weekend," said Wayne.

Paul glowered at his little brother, "Go to the mall and watch a movie."

Aubrey grabbed Wayne's hand, "Come on. I get it. Old big shit here wants to keep all the goodies for himself."

The two younger brothers got up and left.

Paul helped Allyson to her feet, "Come on; let me help you upstairs. You can get dressed, and then we'll talk."

He gathered up her clothes, picked up her suitcase, and held her by the arm as he led her upstairs to the room they'd set aside. 

Once inside the room she turned and said, "Thank you."

Paul followed her in, "No way. I'll just squat right here while you get put things away and get dressed. He plopped over on the small bed and stretched out.

"I need to get dressed."

"I know."

"I want you to leave."

"I want to watch." 

"I have to go to the bathroom."

Paul pointed to a door, "Sure right through there. Leave the door open so we can talk."

Allyson went in to the toilet, but didn't raise the seat. She left the door open. 

Paul couldn't see her, but he was pretty sure what she would try to do, "You're three stories up you know."

Allyson climbed up and stood on the toilet seat to peak out the window. Sure enough there was no way out. She climbed back down, lifted the seat, and peed. She called out, "You shouldn't be doing this."

"Doing what?"

"I'm in the bathroom with nothing on."

"We brought up your clothes."

"You know what I mean."

Paul walked to the bathroom door and leaned in, "You know you look silly sitting there on the pot with nothing on. A few minutes ago I'd a thought you'd be after me for sex. You know, make a little money on the side. Then I had my doubts. Now watching you pee like that, maybe you do want me."

"I don't want anything except a little privacy."

He kept watching for another few seconds. To him she looked pale, pretty but pale, "You know what?"

Impatiently she responded, "No what?"

"Your so called fiancé and your erstwhile maid are out on a big yacht having the times of their lives. They're swimming, and drinking, and sunning, and smooching, and..."

"Oh shut up. I know my John. He might swim and all, but he's loyal. He and Hannah won't do anything."

Paul didn't push it, "Did you bring a bathing suit?" 

"Why would I do that? I'm supposed to be babysitting three little boys."

"Well you'll be babysitting one little boy, and he wants to go swimming."

"No I didn't bring a suit."

"Do you have one?"

"It's back home."

"OK, get dressed. We'll go get your suit, come back and we'll go swimming."

"You have a pool?"

"Yeah, but we're not swimming there. I'm taking you to the beach."

"I don't think I should."

"I could always tie you up again."

Allyson didn't like the sound of that, "Wait a minute." Ignoring the idiot flopped on the bed Allyson went to her suitcase, and still naked, put all her things away. She kept out one of her white blouse miniskirt outfits.

While she slipped on the chemise, blouse, panties, and miniskirt she flipped a glance over at Paul, "Hope you're enjoying the show."

He asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-three why?"

"You look sixteen."

"John likes me like that."

"I'll bet."

She gave Paul a sort of quasi nasty curious look' "Why do you say that?"

"He's a control freak."

"No he's not. He's very sweet and he loves me."

"No he's a control freak. He's in love with himself, and he's out with that other woman, who, Hannah? They'll be screwing all weekend. Shit you're stupid. You think they didn't know we were older? They're out on my parent's boat laughing and wondering what we're doing to you."

Allyson stopped, arms akimbo, angry, "He's not a control freak. He had no idea you'd be so old. He loves me, he's not screwing Hannah, and he and I are going to get married. Hey how old are you anyway? Sixteen?"

Allyson had no place to sit to put on her saddle shoes so Paul got off the bed, "Here sit on the bed and put on your new 'big girl' shoes." He said it sarcastically to point out the adolescent shoes she had.

She sat on the bed, "You're so smart."

"I am actually, quite smart. High I.Q., and I'm twenty-one in a few days so I'm just a little younger than you. In fact if I met you out somewhere we could be dating."

"Me date you? Not a chance."

"You're going swimming with me today. That's a date."

"That doesn't count."

"Why not?"

"Because you're making me."

"No actually. If you'd rather stay here and just sit around all day that's fine. I'll leave you, but when lover boy gets home with your maid, he and she are going to look great, all tanned and healthy. You'll be Miss Pasty White, the sickly teenaged babysitter." 

She had her shoes tied. She jumped off the bed. "OK, let's go get my bathing suit."

Paul grinned, "It's a date!"

Allyson didn't say anything; she followed him downstairs to his car. 

++++++++++++

John and Hannah got to the cabin cruiser, and a worker loaded their clothes on board.

John gave Hannah another surreptitious look. She looked great, sexy, "This is going to be a great weekend."

Hannah smiled, "I've never been in a boat on the ocean before."

"You'll love it."

As they boarded the boat one of the men handed each of them a small sticky thing, "You should put this on your body someplace."

Hannah asked, "What's it for?"

John laughed, "Seasickness silly."

They each put it on their shoulders beneath their tops.

The man said, "It takes several hours before it starts to work, but you'll be OK."

Both Hannah and John thanked him, found their hosts who showed them their cabin. The man, Paul's father, Mr. Hanson, chuckled, "We know you two aren't married yet, but no one's talking while we're at sea. He laughed as he started to walk away, '"But you should be married, don't make everyone wait too long"

Hannah gave Paul a slight smile.

He gave her a knowing nod.

John had already more or less made up his mind. Allyson had made a fool of herself some weeks before driving drunk, and that had led to what was at first something of a modest role reversal. 

Since then she'd assumed the role of submissive maid more and more. Hannah had been making and sometimes buying all Allyson's clothes, and that had indirectly further increased Allyson's sense of insecurity and her dependency by keeping her in childish or domestic attire. Though Allyson pretended not to mind, and she had thought it was fun at first, John knew she was less and less happy.

John remembered when he met her at college she was a classic example of someone waiting to be taken advantage of, and he liked the idea of having someone he could control. She had become, for want of a better description, something like a Barbie doll. 

Hannah's arrival as maid had made it even more fun. He got to watch Hannah manipulate and control Allyson, while he got to keep having all the sex fun he and she had been having. But even that had started to get boring. Having a child sex toy was fun, but he needed a real woman too. Hannah was going to be that real woman He intended to keep Allyson on as his toy, but eventually set Hannah up as his wife. It all made perfect sense to him. 

Two hours later, out to sea, the weekend took an awkward change. The sea swells weren't excessive, but it was all too new for Hannah. Her lovely pale pink complexion had changed to a sickly green. Hannah was seasick, and it was only thanks to a thoughtful worker she had several paper puke bags at hand to catch her lunch. She spent most of the afternoon inside.

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Paul got Allyson over to John's and walked her to the front door, "I want to come inside."

"Afraid I'll run away?"

"I want to see where you live."

Allyson smirked, "Sure."

They both went inside and upstairs to the bedroom Allyson and John shared.

Paul looked around, "Nice." He pointed to the king sized bed, "So that's the old work bench."

Allyson ignored him.

Paul pushed a little harder, "How's the old carpenter. Can he drive a nail?"

Allyson gave a reply to that one, "He's the best."

Paul took it a step further, "How does he compare. Let's say, of all the guys you've had, is he in the top ten?"

There had only been one other guy her whole life; and that had been in the front seat of a Ford, but she certainly wasn't letting this twerp know, "He's number one."

"Number one as in only one; or number one out of say fifty?"

Allyson one upped him, "Number one out of eighty."

It was all he could do to keep from bursting out in laughter. He'd seen what was down there; it may not be virgin territory, but it still looked largely unexplored, "Wow eighty men by twenty-three, a real Messalina."

They both laughed at that.

Allyson found her suit; a lavender one piece, "Should I put it one now?"

"Yeah, mine's in the car. Let me go get it and I'll slip mine on here too."

They both suited up. Allyson slipped a blue sundress on over hers. He just pulled his jeans back on.

They were headed back downstairs when Paul asked, "Mind if I see where the maid sleeps?"

"Sure, it's this way."

They walked down a narrow corridor on the first floor to a doorway. Allyson opened it and Paul looked in. It was small, much smaller than he imagined. There was a small dresser, a tiny closet, and a single bed. It looked like a youth bed.

He asked, "This is where the maid sleeps?"

"It's small I know, but there just wasn't any place else. Hannah says she doesn't mind."

Paul stared into the empty room, "You'll be sleeping in here before long."

"What?"

"Yeah John and Hannah will probably move you out after they come back. Hannah will be upstairs and you'll be down here."

"Kiss my ass. Anyway, what makes you say that?"

"Well they're on the boat, and you're babysitting. When they come back you'll get a nice demotion. It just makes sense."

"John and I are getting married. He loves me. The whole thing with Hannah and me is just temporary."

"How long do you think temporary's going to be?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how long has this charade already gone on?"

"A few weeks."

"You're kidding; your boy John could've stopped it any time. I'll bet you're kind of treated like a child now already."

Allyson didn't like what Paul was saying. She loved John, and knew him, but she believed he could have ended the pretense a while before, and she was being treated differently now. Anymore she was like the child the other two tolerated or bossed around, "You're starting to make me sick. I don't like you."

Paul knew he had caught a glimpse into Allyson's life, "OK, I'm sorry. That won't happen. Come on let's go swimming."

Allyson looked back in the small room; no she thought Paul's an asshole. They got in his car and sped off toward the beach. He owned a late model Chevrolet Cavalier, five speed transmission and sunroof, "We're going to the big public beach north of town. You ever been there?"

"No, honestly I haven't been anywhere much. You saw where we live, way out, only one road in and out."

"Yeah, but you still could've gotten out some."

"We haven't been here that long. John just got his job, and we haven't had..."

Paul interrupted, "Come on. I know the truth. His Dad called my Dad, and he got the job."

"You're stupid, that's not true at all; John had to search. He got the job strictly on merit."

Paul realized she had no idea her boyfriend's family had contacted his Dad, and that was how John had the job he had. She really was out of the loop. He changed the subject, "Look I'll have friends at the beach. How do you want to be introduced?"

"I don't know." 

"Well look. Do you want me to tell everybody you're my babysitter?"

She smiled, "No."

"Tell you what, the way you're dressed, the saddle shoes and all, why don't I tell everybody you're my fifteen year old niece from back east."

"No."

"OK then you're my newest girlfriend. I just broke it off with a girl a few weeks ago. They'll believe that."

"Look I'm twenty-three. I already finished college. I'm actually too old for you. You're still in school."

He scoffed, "Allyson, what if I met you at a nightclub? I could tell you anything, and you'd believe it. I might be twenty, and you twenty-three, but the age difference isn't that much. How old is John?"

"John is much older. He's twenty-five."

"Yeah, he's twenty-five, and so secure he has to make his fiancée pretend she's still in high school."

"I like doing it."




Allyson Ch. 02



"Like when you go to babysit three boys you never saw?"

"That was different."

"What was different about it? You were supposed to be the adult taking care of three boys, and you showed up looking like a school girl. What was that about?"

"I don't know. Hannah picked out the clothes."

"Oh Hannah picks out your clothes."

"She makes some of my clothes for me."

"What like the kiddie clothes?"

"Some of them."

"Yeah what else?"

"Oh some maid costumes."

"That makes sense. She takes the boy, and makes you the maid."

Allyson didn't like the flow of the conversation, "Let's talk about something else."

"OK, we're almost there anyway. I've got blankets, towels, and some sunscreen in the trunk. "You're really white. I want to lather you up good."

"OK, that sounds good. Have you decided who you're going to tell people I am?"

"What was your major in college?"

"English Literature."

"You're my girlfriend. We met a couple days ago, so you've been my secret till now. Is that all right?"

"That will work. What's your major?"

"Physics."

The car drifted to a stop in a parking space on a lot near the beach. They got out, opened the trunk, gathered the stuff, and went for the beach.

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Hannah still felt queasy, but she tried to put a good face on things. Then they went down to an early dinner. John offered her a martini, and a few crackers. She made it through the crackers, but one sip of the martini and she was back in their compartment. She felt absolutely terrible.

John went back and stayed with her a while. He was very much the gentleman. However, after a while even he got bored with the gagging and vomiting. He had to get out.

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Allyson and Paul found a bunch of his friends. They parked their blanket on the sand, and Paul rubbed her down with suntan oil. She let him pull her straps down when he did her shoulders, and she even let him rub cream all over her ass cheeks. It felt good. She figured he'd already seen her in the altogether anyway, what could it hurt?

Paul introduced her, just like he said, as his new girlfriend. No one seemed to think anything of it, at least not at first. Paul was a total gentleman. He was attentive and considerate with everyone, but he paid special attention to her. She enjoyed it a lot.

After about twenty minutes someone suggested they all get wet again. Since the others had been there a while they'd already been in the water. It would be she and Paul's first.

Paul asked her, "You ever been in the ocean?"

She answered, "Sure lots back east."

Paul warned, "Now this is the Pacific, and that's a cold current out there. It might be a little different than what you're used to."

Allyson felt really good, "You'll be there."

He smiled.

They went in, and sure enough the water was a lot colder than she expected. She liked it though. She thought it was really refreshing, but didn't stay in long. In fact nobody stayed in long. They got back out; Paul rubbed her down again, and then said he was going to get some sodas. 

While he was away one of the other girls, a girl named Lauren slipped over on their blanket, "So where did you meet Paul."

"Oh it was quite by accident."

Lauren was really nice. She didn't push it, "You're a lucky girl Allyson. Paul hardly ever dates, and we've never, I mean never ever seen him with a girl out like you. I don't mean anything by that except, he's kind of reclusive you know?"

This was a surprise to Allyson. Paul seemed like a guy who got around. She said so, "I didn't know that. He seems like he dates a lot."

"Oh, he dates some, but he's usually a solo pilot."

Allyson suspected Lauren liked him, "You like him don't you."

"I've known Paul since preschool. We're more like brother and sister than anything; I like him terribly, but not in that way. You know what? I can tell he likes you."

"You think so?"

"Oh yes."

Paul got back with the sodas. She had an orange and he had a coke. They hung out on the beach, sunning for a while longer.

Paul looked over at Allyson, "We can stay as long as you want, but if we do I want you to cover up."

She rolled over, "Am I getting burned?"

"No, but you're looking a little pink. If we cover you up we can stay. You'll brown up nicely by tomorrow, but if you stay out I can't say."

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to play Big Daddy' like Mr. John does all the time, but I think we should leave."

"It's up to me?"

"It's up to you."

"What would we do if we left?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. You decide."

"No you're the oldest."

"OK, let's go back, take a nap, and maybe go out to a movie later."

He whispered, "You're the babysitter."

By then everybody else was calling it a day too. They gathered up their stuff, and went back to the car. Allyson had to admit she felt a little gritty, like a little too much sun, but she didn't feel like she was going to burn.

They got in the car and started back.

Allyson was a little tired out. The hot sun and cold water had been refreshing but wearing. She lowered her seat, lay back, and listened to the radio.

Paul asked her, "John ever take you to the beach?"

"No, he works most of the time."

"He likes to boss you around I bet."

"No, he's very good natured."

"He tells you what to do."

"He doesn't tell me to do anything I don't want to do."

"What's your maid's name again?"

"Hannah."

"You like Hannah?"

"Yes, I like Hannah."

"She bosses you around?"

Allyson thought about that. Hannah did seem to tell more than ask nowadays, "Not really."

"You're afraid of Hannah aren't you?"

"No I'm not afraid of Hannah. You're starting to get on my nerves again now so stop it."

"OK," Paul stopped asking her questions, but it didn't stop him thinking. He was smart, and he was pretty good at figuring people out. Allyson was the submissive type. It wasn't that she got off on obeying people; she probably had been doing it all her life. She had no confidence. People told her what to do, or made suggestions, and she followed them. 

He said something else, "I didn't mean you were afraid of Hannah like she would hurt you. You're afraid she won't approve of what you do."

"Don't be silly. I don't need her approval."

"You want it though."

"Come on cut it out."

"OK, what made you decide to become an English Literature major?"

Allyson was tired, and she was tired of Paul's questions, "John said." No she stopped, "I just thought I liked literature."

Paul didn't pursue it. He didn't know whether he was asking her questions just to be able to figure her out, kind of like a game, or if he liked her, and wanted to figure out what she was like because he liked her. It didn't matter anyway. She was something of a joke. 

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On the boat that evening Hannah recovered enough to get John to take advantage of the situation. She still felt groggy, but was up enough to know she wanted him to take the initiative. She wore a black nightgown, spaghetti straps, low cut, mid-thigh. She put on some perfume, and did her hair in a slinky semi-bun with lots hanging down. They had to share the same bed, so it turned out to be pretty easy.

Working in the environment she'd been in before had placed her in lots of situations where her body had been her greatest asset. Getting John to get with the program was easy.

It turned out to be too easy. But for a healthy robust guy John wasn't much of a performer. Oh he was hung all right; he just didn't have any staying power. Ten minutes on duty and he was ready for a night's sleep. It couldn't have been too much booze, or too much activity; John was just a dead fish. She took advantage of it, but afterward she wondered what Allyson saw in him. 

Hannah figured she'd play the hand dealt her as far as she could. She got him in bed, got him off, next when they got back, she'd move Allyson out of the way, then she'd take over John. John was a nice guy, just not much in bed. Anyway, she had him figured out; he was all about the career. She'd be good for his career; she could marry him, and maybe later get a nice settlement.

The next morning John awakened early. He'd been thinking things over, and liked the way things were working out. Hannah was an attractive woman. She had qualities Allyson lacked; she had maturity, poise, and other people liked her. He could see himself married to her, but what to do with Allyson. He really cared about Allyson; he'd just about managed her whole life since he'd met her college. She was a needy girl. She needed somebody to tell her what to do, what to think, and how to behave. He'd seen that right away when they first met; a little girl lost in search of someone who would take care of her. He even had to choose an appropriate major for her. The little fool had been planning on medical school; she just lacked the grey matter let alone the determination

Now the way he figured it. He could marry Hannah, and she'd be his public persona, his out to the world image. She was OK in bed, not especially great, but she sure wowed people out in public. They'd dress up and go in style.

He'd work Allyson the same way he'd always done. She needed a strong figure; someone with a firm hand. She was already immersed in the maid thing, and what with the probation for driving drunk, he'd be able to manage her quite easily. After a while she'd take to the servant thing whether she wanted to or not. Sure, she'd be his indoor girl. She'd be the servant, the maid, the scull, when people came to visit, but afterward she'd be his little doll baby just like always. She'd have to relocate though. Hannah would want the bedroom. He doubted if it would be too much trouble getting Allyson to get with the program she was already eighty percent there now already.

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The next two days on the boat turned out to be a lot calmer. Hannah and John settled in nicely. The older couple; the ones with the three younger boys, were delightful. They never hesitated to drop the occasional hint that John and Hannah ought to get legal. By the end of the three days even Hannah was on the same page. All that had to be done was to persuade Hannah to join him in managing Allyson. 

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Paul got Allyson back to his parents. Allyson looked and acted like she was wiped. He was a little concerned, "I don't want to tell you what to do..."

"Good then don't"

"No I mean..."

"I get it Paul. I'm a brainless nobody who everybody else pushes around. I heard you. I got you're inferences, and I see the look on your face. What you want my shoelaces so you can tie me up some more? Am I that transparent?"

Paul was completely taken aback. His questions had struck a nerve, "I'm sorry Allyson. Maybe you are; transparent I mean." He reached across from his seat to hers and touched her hand, "I think you're either unhappy or unfulfilled. I don't know."

"You're pretty presumptuous if you ask me. We've only known each other a few hours."

Paul pulled his hand back, "I'm sorry I brought anything up."

"Forget it."

He changed the subject again, "Maybe we could watch some television?" 

"That's cool."

"OK, you take a bath or something, while I order in some pizza. It's Saturday night we'll watch some old television reruns, and talk about what we could do tomorrow."

That's what Paul and Allyson did. They watched old movies, ate pizza, and later on both went to bed. His brothers got home very late, ate some left over pizza and went to bed too. 

The next morning Paul got up first, fixed some coffee, fried some eggs and cooked some bacon. He took everything up on a tray to the room where Allyson was staying.

He cracked open the door, "Good morning."

Allyson was still lying in bad half asleep, "Oh, good morning."

He walked in carrying the tray, "Want some breakfast?"

Allyson sat up. She adjusted the top of her pajamas. She was wearing a two piece set; light blue cotton. The top was a button up thing with a peter pan collar. The bottoms were very short, and trimmed with ruffles.

Paul got a look at what she had on, and thought she was cute, but that wasn't his real concern. It occurred to him everything she had to wear carried a kind of subliminal message, like you're a child, you're not capable, and someone needs to be in charge of you. Second, and more important, her skin was a little too pink for comfort. 

He asked, "Would it be all right if I rubbed some more stuff on you? You're a little pink, and you might get uncomfortable with clothes on."

Allyson sensed something else in his tone of voice, "Why do you have to do it? You don't think I can do it myself?"

"Oh no, not at all. That wasn't it. I just thought..."

"You thought I was like what you said yesterday, someone people bossed around."

"No, the truth is I think I could catch places you wouldn't see, and too, I liked doing it yesterday, thought you'd let me do it again."

"You mean you want to paw me."

He gave her a warm and he hoped friendly grin, "Oh yes ma'am. May I please paw you?" 

She smiled back; then she thought, what would it hurt? She answered, "Be careful what you touch."

Paul went to the bathroom and got the ointment, "Yes Miss Babysitter." He sat beside her and started to massage her. He was careful to cover everything that needed covering, but did it in a way that he thought would be best for her. He guessed the boyfriend, John, treated her like a piece of easily breakable porcelain, so he rubbed her more firmly than he imagined she was accustomed. He wasn't rough, but he made sure she felt his hands.

First he got her to lie on her stomach, and he rubbed her back, the back of her neck, and the backs of her legs.

"OK, I need you to roll over."

She rolled over and he got another look at her breasts and her vagina. She was really pretty. He took his hands and carefully smoothed over her from top to bottom. He massaged her breasts and her lower parts even though they'd never gotten any sun. He noticed she didn't try to stop him.

Allyson let Paul rub her down. His hands were firm but he wasn't rough. He rubbed her all over. She felt really warm, kind of cuddly. She realized if he kept it up she'd be getting aroused. Finally she told him, "OK, I think you've done enough."

Paul stopped, "I like you Allyson."

"I like you too."

He leaned over closer. They were both lying on the bed. He was still dressed, but she didn't have anything on, "No I mean I really like you."

She knew what he meant the first time. It occurred to her she liked him also, "I like you the same way, sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?"

"Well I have John."

"Well now you have Paul too."

"But John's my boyfriend."

"But John's with Hannah."

"That's it! Get up!"

"I'm sorry," Paul rolled over and leaned on one arm.

Allyson got up, went to the dresser, and got something to wear, "I think I'll just go home. The three of you don't need me."

Paul sat up on the bed, "I said I was sorry. Please don't go. Come on stay, we can do something today."

"No I think I'll go home and tidy up the house. They'll be back tomorrow, and I want everything to look nice."

Paul had heard enough. Before she could dress he crawled across the bed and pulled her down, "What you can't wait to get home so you can play the pretty maid?"

Allyson didn't like what he'd said and what he'd just done, "No, now let me go." 

Paul didn't let go. He held her very close.

"Let me go, you're hurting me."

He didn't let go, He pulled her even closer, held her head in his arms and kissed her.

She kneed him.

He reeled off the bed, "Oh that hurt!"

"Now leave me alone. I want to go home."

He got up, "Once you're dressed I'll be downstairs. I'll take you home."

Allyson sharply replied, "Good."

A few minutes later she was downstairs. He took her straight home. Neither said anything all the way.

Once they reached John's house he said something, "Allyson I meant it when I said I liked you. I really meant it."

She opened the door of his car and started to step out, but he held her back, "Allyson they're taking advantage of you."

She said, "Let go." 

He added, "I just want you to know I'm available if you need me. He handed her his cell phone number. He'd written it down earlier figuring it would come to this.

She took the paper and looked at it. She threw it on the car seat, "I don't think so." She got out and walked up the sidewalk.

He pulled away. He thought it was a shame. She was attractive, she was personable, and she was smart. He liked her, and hated to think about how they would use her. He didn't think they'd hurt her, not physically, but he didn't like the idea of what they would do. Shit he said to himself, she was a grown woman. He couldn't let some stupid rescue mentality kick in and ruin his free time. He'd taken the fall semester off because he was headed to the east coast in the spring to take advantage of a special program he'd been invited to participate in.

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Allyson got home and looked around. Though the house was immaculate she thought there was still a lot she could do. She went upstairs, picked out a work uniform, one that Hannah had made for her, went downstairs to re-dust, re-vacuum, and re-polish everything in sight. She worked at it pretty hard till about 3:00 p.m., then decided to get a shower and lay out something pretty for when they got home.

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John and Hannah stopped off at their host's house before going home. Allyson wasn't there, but two of the boys were. The place looked a little shabby. Aubrey and Wayne had invited some friends over the night before and had a pizza video game party. Things weren't actually bad; they just needed a good tidying. Aubrey and Wayne explained Paul had taken Allyson home the preceding day, since seeing the three boys were all nearly grown men she wasn't needed. Paul had taken the rest of the time to go fishing, and wouldn't be back for three or four more days.

The boys' parents didn't seem upset by it, but John and Hannah were furious. They'd known the boys were all older, but had expected Allyson to be around just in case they'd tried to throw some kind of party. They all said their good byes, and John and Hannah went home.

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As John and Hannah walked up the sidewalk Allyson opened the front door to greet them. She was wearing a black pleated miniskirt, white V-necked short sleeved blouse with capped shoulders, a trim little black vest, and black and white saddle shoes with white knee high stockings. To all the world she looked like a pretty little middle school girl greeting her parents. She wore no makeup, but her tan revealed her day at the beach. She smiled and waved, "Hi! Did you have a good time?" 

John said nothing, but Hannah answered, "We did till we got home."

Allyson's cheery smiled evaporated, "Why? What went wrong?"

John walked on through the front door in silence leaving Hannah to answer, "You were supposed to babysit."

"I did, but they were all nearly grown, so I came home a day early. They didn't need anybody to watch over them."

John turned on Allyson, "The two younger boys threw a big party. They trashed their parent's house." 

Allyson was crushed, "No, I was sure they were fine. I never expected anything like that."

John hammered it home, "Well they did. You let everybody down."

Allyson didn't mention her first minutes at the house, or her time with Paul, she just listened and felt horrid.

Hannah asked, "Now what are we going to do about this?"

Allyson offered, "I could go over and clean up their house for them?"

John interjected, "No they have staff for that. Don't think any more about it. Just remember next time to follow through. We'll think of something you can do as a penance later.




Allyson Ch. 02



Hannah looked at John, "I'm so tired."

John smiled sympathetically; then looked at Allyson, "I have some calls to make. Maybe you could unload the car, and straighten things up."

Allyson, only too glad to get away from two sets of accusing eyes replied, "Sure," She sped off in the direction of the car.

While John helped Hannah back to her room where she could rest, Allyson spent the rest of the day unloading the car, washing, ironing, and putting things away.

That evening Hannah and Allyson worked together to fix dinner, and from Allyson's perspective it looked like everything was pretty close to normal. They fixed a light supper of broiled salmon, a salad with baked potatoes, and, as was the usual situation, they all ate together, each having a white wine, and a piece of cherry pie for dessert. 

During dinner Allyson deferred while John and Hannah talked about his work. After dinner all three retired to the living room where John and Hannah told Allyson about their weekend. John sat on the sofa with Allyson on the floor at his feet. Hannah sat on the lazy boy. During the conversation Hannah asked how Allyson got her tan. When she related to them the story of the beach they seemed to enjoy it.

Much later Allyson and Hannah cleaned up, while John watched television. Later on, around 11:00 they all went to bed.

For the next several days routines returned to the pre-weekend trip pattern. Hannah did a lot of sewing, most of the cleaning, and some of the cooking. Allyson modeled the things Hannah made, helped with the cleaning, and did most of the cooking. John came and went as was expected of the bread winner.

Toward the end of the week, Thursday actually, while they were all seated at dinner Hannah made an announcement, "I've been talking with some of the wives where you work John, and they've asked me to join their card playing circle. They also mentioned a couple charitable organizations they all belong to, and want me to join."

John responded, "Do what you want."

Hannah supposed, "Actually these are things Allyson should be doing, but everybody still thinks I'm you're fiancée. I don't know how to work this," she looked at Allyson.

Allyson responded, "I guess till I get off probation, and we transition from you to me you should do these things."

John interrupted, "That reminds me. Don't you have probationary meetings to go to?"

Hannah stopped him, "We've missed some of them. I got a letter; Allyson is supposed to meet with Judge Lewis about her problem."

"When's that," asked John?

"Next Tuesday."

He concluded the conversation, "Well if everyone agrees then Hannah will pick up the social calendar, and handle Allyson's trips to the judge. That OK with you Allyson," he smiled?

Allyson, though she thought the probation thing had been worked out, and the whole thing about Hannah creating some kind of social agenda was disquieting answered, "Sure."

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The next Tuesday rolled around and Allyson had to visit her legal mentor, Judge Lewis. Allyson thought it was a little surprising for a full scale judge to handle something that was already stale news, but if that was the way they did things in this neck of the woods, then who was she to complain.

The morning of their first visit Hannah laid out Allyson's clothes. She's bought her a new outfit, a pretty shirred white ruffled blouse, a jumper, white knee highs, ruffled white panties, and a pair of brown penny loafers. The jumper only came to about mid-thigh, and excepting for a camisole she had no foundation for her breasts. She felt a little uncomfortable. She looked every bit the young school girl on her way to school, when in fact she was a grown woman on her way to meet someone she believed to be a judge.

Hannah drove her to the judge's private residence. It had been decided, for this case, considering it was John, they'd handle it outside the usual court setting. Hannah walked Allyson to the front door, they went in, and were directed to a small hallway where several wooden chairs were placed. A young woman explained the judge would be ready to see Allyson in a few moments. The two women took a seat and waited.

After a short while an older overweight gentleman wearing a loosely, somewhat sloppily fitting suit opened the door, "Is Allyson here?"

Allyson stood up. She self-consciously tugged at the hem of her jumper as she stood, "Sir?"

"Come inside dear." He opened the door a little further and proffered her entry with his arm. She went in.

Once inside he seated himself on a large leather sofa, while she sat directly across on a small wooden low backed chair.

"So you're Allyson, John's housekeeper."

"Yes sir."

He looked at some papers he had on his knee, "You made quite a name for yourself didn't you?"

"Yes sir, but I thought we'd cleared that all up."

"Oh no, not in this town, we've had several accident fatalities all involving drunken driving. Your case has stirred up some attention. Several people want to make an example out of you. Honestly, I'm inclined to agree with them, but because John, your employer, is so fond of you, I've taken your situation in hand, let's say as a personal favor to a promising young attorney."

"Thank you sir."

"Tell me Allyson, have you ever performed public service, or have you ever been in a situation where you've been required to work out of the home as payment for past misdeeds?" 

"No sir. I've never been in trouble before." 

He smiled, "Well if we play our cards rights, we'll clear this up for you, and quite possibly expunge it from your record. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes sir."

"Of course, you understand there's always some kind of quid pro quo."

"Sir?"

"Come over here and sit beside me." He patted a place on the sofa.

Allyson got up and sat beside the judge.

The judge reached his hand over and softly touched Allyson's neck, "You're a pretty young thing. I'd hate to see you end up on the county work farm when there are so many ways we can help you without that kind of harsh punishment. You don't want to be sent to the farm do you?"

Allyson had heard references to the county work farm when they first arrested her, but she'd never considered that as even the most remote of possibilities. From what she'd heard it wasn't a very nice place, more a place for the violent types. "No I wouldn't want to go there."

"No we can't have that, not for a sweet girl like you. We have to think of some kind of alternative."

Allyson was a little bit scared, "I'm willing to work. I can do most anything, but I wouldn't want to be taken from my home."

"Oh no, we don't want to do that but I think we can find a way for you to repay your debt to society."

"What do you want me to do?"

The old man smiled. "I think a weekly counseling session right here with me is all we'll need."

Allyson was relieved, she could handle visiting and talking with an older sincere gentleman once or twice a month, "I'd like that."

"I think it's a good idea." He gave her a warm avuncular smile, "Come over closer."

Allyson's antenna went up. 

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Paul had packed up his pup tent and slipped off to the local state park. He figured, since Allyson preferred to go home he'd catch up on his fishing. He stayed out four days, caught and released lots of stuff, and got home on Thursday. Back home he was accosted by his mother.

She said, "You let that girl leave early?"

"Who, you mean Allyson?"

"Is that her name?"

"Yes, do you know anything about her?"

"I know she's the reason why John and Hannah aren't married yet."

Paul was curious. He wondered what his mother knew, "How's that?"

"She's the little strumpet who's keeping John on a line. If they got rid of her he'd go ahead and marry the girl he's engaged to."

"Who told you that?"

"Why Hannah, who else?"

"What did, what's his name, John say?"

"He didn't say anything, but I know he agreed."

Paul kept what he knew to himself, "Really." Paul's guess was Hannah really was maneuvering her way into the center, and he bet John didn't care one way or the other. Poor Allyson, she was either unaware or in denial. He bet it was a little of both. He asked his mother, "Hey why don't you guys wangle a dinner date at John's. Get an invitation for me. I'd like to see our little strumpet again."

His mother frowned, "I don't want you hooked up with anything like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you know who I mean."

"I won't mom I promise."

Paul's mother thought it over, "All right. I'll see what I can do."

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Judge Lewis looked at Allyson, "I get so lonely sometimes. People don't understand just because you're old, that doesn't mean you don't need a little affection. You understand that don't you Allyson."

Allyson understood, but satisfying this man's carnal perversions wasn't something she wanted to do, "Maybe you could get a companion?"

"I've read your case. You know your illegality really is quite serious."

Yes, Allyson understood. She smiled at the old lecher, reached down and pulled down the zipper of his pants fly. He gave her a generous smile. She reached in and found his privates. She took it in the three fingers of her left hand and started to touch him. The old man reached his hand behind her head and pushed it down on his lap. 

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Late that same Tuesday evening, around 7:00 Allyson answered the phone. It was Paul's mother asking for Hannah. Hannah took the phone and talked for a few minutes. She turned to John who was reading a client's stock portfolio, "That was Mrs. Hanson. She wondered if we'd like some company this Friday. I told her we'd be delighted."

"Who's coming?"

"Oh Mr. and Mrs. Hanson and their oldest son Paul."

Allyson looked up. The Hanson's are bringing their oldest son?"

Hannah smiled, "Yes, isn't he the boy who took you swimming?"

Allyson answered, "Yes."

"That's good," said Hannah, "we'll get things cleaned up tomorrow, and fix the dinner on Friday." She gave Allyson a curious look, "Do you want us to find an outside waitress, or would you be OK with serving. I mean what with the boy and all."

Allyson answered, "I'll serve." 

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Friday night came too soon for Allyson. She wondered how Paul would behave when he saw her. 

An hour before the arrival of their guests Hannah came downstairs dressed in a black sheath. It had an enticingly low cut V-necked collar, and three quarter length sleeves. She wore a single strand of snow white pearls, pearl earrings, and a broach on the left side just below her ample bosom. She added a pair of black low heeled shoes and black nylons. Her hair was worn down, parted in the middle.

John wore a pair of tan slacks and blue buttoned down shirt without a tie. He had on a pair of penny loafers sans socks.

Hannah had prepared what Allyson had on. Since Allyson was the server her outfit was more on the functional side. She had on a one piece black maid's dress; it had a tight white peter-pan collar, long sleeves with equally tight white cuffs, and white apron with a large bow in the back. Hannah had provided her with black stockings, and black low cut patent leather shoes. Hannah helped her fix her hair in a tight bun with a precious little white bow in the front. By the time Hannah was finished Allyson had the look of the classic English serving girl.

They were all standing about when the front doorbell rang. John and Hannah watched as Allyson got the door, "Good evening, please come in."

The Hanson parents walked past Allyson and went straight to the living room. Paul hung back just a little. In a low tone he asked, "How have you been?"

Allyson had decided to play it cool, "I'm fine thank you. This way please." She directed him to the living room. He followed her. He enjoyed the view of her pretty little ass swishing back and forth under that adorable shimmery black dress. He could understand how easy it would be for someone like John to want to dress her up and play with her. He supposed he could handle it once in a while, but he thought he knew Allyson; there was more to the woman than just a fetish outfit and a tight ass. He had a sneaking suspicion there was a really good brain in there, and very likely a pretty strong personality just waiting to break free; that was the Allyson he wanted to meet.

For about an hour John, Hannah, and the Hanson parents sat in the living room and chatted about their boat trip, business, and other odds and ends. Paul stayed out of the conversation. He watched Allyson as she scurried this way and that providing drinks coasters, napkins, and just generally trying to satisfy everyone. He saw John was exactly what he thought he'd be; an indifferent asshole. Hannah and his mother seemed to work a little too hard at getting Allyson to do more than she needed to do. He had to admit he liked Allyson scurrying about. She had a nice shape, a cute face, and a pair of tiny little breasts that bounced this way and that every time she did anything. He would have liked to get her involved in the conversation.

Paul thought Allyson even though she was really pretty dressed as a maid was very unhappy. He thought several times she was very close to tears, and since he knew why it bothered him.

At last Hannah announced, "Allyson do you think dinner is ready?"

They'd hired a caterer to help with dinner so there was little real work other than serving. She answered, "I'll go check." She started toward the kitchen.

Paul got up, "I'm going too. I want to see what we're eating."

There were some raised eyebrows, but no one said anything. In the kitchen he managed to corner Allyson by one of the metal meat tables, "Hi, how have you been?"

"OK I guess. Having a good time?"

"Not much. I only came to see how you were doing."

Allyson pushed past him to get one of the trays, "Well now you see, so good bye."

He followed her to the door, "I have tickets to a dinner theater. Want to go?"

"I'm the maid, remember?"

"You're my friend, remember?"

She pushed on through the door, "Call me tomorrow."

"What time?"

"After lunch."

He grinned, "Cool." He followed her into the dining room.

The rest of the evening went about as one would have expected. Allyson waited on the people, bringing them food, drinks, napkins, and all the necessary accoutrements. Paul watched her all night. He thought she looked what he called prettily unhappy swishing and swirling around in her black dress. It was made of some kind of cottony acrylic material; it looked durable but a little shiny, very sexy. All night she had the look of someone trying to be quietly efficient, while simultaneously trying to hide the fact she was on the verge of tears.

He watched John and Hannah too. John was an asshole. He had no idea how much Allyson cared about him, and how much what they were doing was hurting her. But Hannah was a cool one. She knew exactly what was going on. She understood precisely how much this was hurting Allyson, and she looked like she was enjoying it. 

Paul developed an intense dislike for Hannah. It made him want to protect Allyson, but he knew that was absolutely the worst thing he could do. Trying to step up for her would only increase her dependence, and most certainly intensify her antipathy toward him. 

His observances also gave him new insight regarding his own feelings. He'd dated several girls, but had never made any close connections. For some reason he felt really connected to Allyson. Sure he wanted to stand up for her, but not just for her. It would be for him too.

After dinner they retired to the den and had more drinks. Allyson continued to serve. Paul continued to watch. Around 10:00 the Hanson's bid Hannah and John good evening. Paul followed along a little behind. On the way out the door he whispered to Allyson, "Tomorrow."

She gave him a tired but friendly smile. Shortly thereafter all three went to bed; Allyson and John upstairs, Hannah to her first floor maid's room.

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Paul called the next afternoon, and tried to arrange a date with Allyson, but she demurred saying she shouldn't. First she said she had a boyfriend in John, and second, when he named the time of the date, she said she had another appointment. He didn't believe her about the date, but decided not to challenge her. He was surer now than ever that John and Hannah were using Allyson.

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Things continued along the same path for several more days; Hannah and Allyson worked in tandem during the day while Allyson deferred to Hannah and John in the evening, but she always got John in the privacy of their bed later. Then one afternoon Hannah called Allyson away from her cooking and reminded her about the decision they'd made that she, Hannah, would join some of the local charitable organizations. Hannah explained that these new responsibilities might lead to a modest alteration in their present routines.

Hannah started, "Allyson I hate to interrupt what you're doing, but we need to talk about the way we're doing things."

Allyson looked up. She'd been experimenting with a new gravy, "What are you talking about?"

"We need to change some of our routines."

"Why, what's wrong?"

Hannah sat down at the kitchen table, "Sit down sweetie and let me explain."

Allyson never liked it when Hannah used pet names like sweetie or cutie or darling. It wasn't tht they were just degrading; they always led to something unpleasant. She sat down.

Hannah reached over and took Allyson's hands in hers, "Let me explain something to you."

Again Allyson detected a tone of condescension in Hannah's voice, another bad sign.

Hannah continued, "You remember we talked about joining some women's groups to help promote John's career. Well I have and pretty soon they'll be women in and out of the house all the time. We'll be talking about a variety of things you won't need to worry about, and we'll be involved in activities, many of which could enhance our John's career. So you see this is important for all of us.

Allyson wanted to be a part of John's career, but more and more Hannah was shutting her out. It sounded like she was doing it again, "I want to help Hannah."

"You will darling. You'll have an important part to play. You see there will be so many women in and out, especially in the afternoons I'm going to need you to pick up more of our household chores. You like that anyway. I'll probably be out most mornings so I won't be able to help with the cleaning. In the afternoons I'll need you to help when the ladies come, and then all our Tuesday's are taken up with your sessions with Judge Lewis."

Allyson wanted to do more than scrub and clean, but she saw where Hannah was heading. She still held out hope, "Isn't there something more I can do?""

Of course you'll do more to help" She touched Allyson's cheek with her hand, "Like I said I want you to take on most of the household chores in the morning, and be more of a full time server, say assistant to me in the afternoons."

"You mean cleaning lady in the morning and servant in the afternoon."

"Oh Allyson, it's all for John now isn't it?"

Allyson sighed, "Yes, You're right."

Hannah relaxed. She leaned back, but still held Allyson's hands, "Well since your schedule has to change we need to be more disciplined about time management, and that means things like clothing. I've ordered special new uniforms for you for the morning and the afternoons. Allyson you're going to love them. For the mornings I've ordered you a new special nylon one piece work dress with apron. It's a light blue and really pretty. It's a V-necked outfit that zips up the front for convenience. It's not real long on looks, but it has terrific utility, and it will be much easier for you to wash, dry, and iron. I also got some special white work shoes like nurses wear and white panty hose to go with the blue dress. Allyson you're going to love it."




Allyson Ch. 03



It was a terrible situation, but Allyson decided to make the best of it. She lost her room, her clothes, and all her status, such as it was, but she still believed in John, and if nothing else, she still believed in herself. She'd work harder than ever. She'd prove to John that she was worthy of his love.

The next couple weeks were a continuous routine of cleaning, scrubbing, washing, ironing, serving, cooking, and her weekly humiliation at the hands of an old pervert. At first she was asked to get up at 6:00 to get breakfast for John, then Hannah suggested she awaken at 5:00 so she could get an earlier start on the cleaning. She didn't argue; it wouldn't have made any difference. Lately every time she disagreed with Hannah or offered a counter suggestion she'd just go to John who always overrode anything Allyson wanted. Allyson almost never disagreed anyway. It seemed like every time she opposed anything; Hannah found new things to do that only added to her work load. 

After the second week on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays Hannah would disappear shortly after John left at 7:30. She wouldn't usually get back till after 12:00, often just in time for lunch guests.

She didn't mind the morning routine so much; she was alone and could set her own pace. Often she finished ahead of schedule and found she had free time to do what she wanted, and that usually meant surfing the Internet. Every now and then she found herself skimming over the local news. There was a good local newspaper and it had a really sophisticated web site with great archives. She saw information about the law firm where John worked. She looked up stuff about the beach, the ocean tides, and local history. 

Once, while scouring the web, she came across information about the local high schools. Perhaps it was her perverse nature, maybe just curiosity, but she searched the archives of the high schools for information about the Hanson boys. There was content about Aubrey's exploits in lacrosse, Wayne's 4H achievements, but mostly she found herself digging around in Paul's past. She was surprised; he really was as smart as he said he was. He'd maxed out the SATs, passed up a football scholarship for a full science scholarship at a top university, and most recently he'd been awarded additional money to attend the top research university in the country. 

The article she read said he was interested in something called String Theory. She'd never heard of it so she investigated. At first she thought it was the stupidest thing she'd ever read, but after a while she found herself hunting all over the web for more information about it. Why she did that she couldn't explain. She was sure she'd never see the guy again, and even if she did, she didn't like him.

Even though she disliked him she kept looking around. Sure he was something of a nerd, but he fascinated her. One thing she noticed everywhere his name came up it dealt with something she thought was interesting. He was hateful to her, but he was interesting too. 

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The afternoons were bad. She had to wear the black outfit. Hannah was always home, and many times there were guests. 

Hannah had a way about her, a new approach to everything that drove Allyson to distraction. Gone were the days of joint work and cooperative enterprise. Teamwork had degenerated to Hannah inspections followed by Allyson redo's. Once upon a time Allyson remembered feeling guilty when Hannah had some chore she couldn't help with; since the new regime with Hannah in control there was no guilt; only added chores for Allyson, chores that were piled on remorselessly in that ever so sickly sweet manner only Hannah could deliver. 

Hannah's complaints all always sounded the same, "Oh Allyson if you could have heard John last night. He's so unhappy. You know how he likes his towels neatly folded in thirds with ironed creases down the front. Can't you just be a little more thorough? I know you're busy, I don't think it's asking a lot. Do you?" or "Oh Allyson you're such a ninny. You know how John likes everything spic and span. You simply must move out the refrigerator and clean underneath every time you do the kitchen floor." 

And Allyson's responses had become as predictable as the rain, "oh I'm sorry I forgot he meant the hand towels too." Or "I so sorry Hannah. I'm so silly. I just missed the frig last week. It won't happen again, I promise."

One afternoon she almost broke down. Hannah had arranged a late lunch. Mrs. Hanson, two other women Allyson had never seen before, and a fourth person she'd invited had come to discuss some charity. What startled Allyson was the fourth guest was none other than the young woman she'd met at the beach. She remembered her name was Lauren. 

Lauren was surprised to see Allyson working as a maid, especially in such a ridiculous get up. She figured Allyson for a school teacher or graduate student, never somebody's maid. Worse, it seemed throughout virtually the entire luncheon Mrs. Hanson and Hannah went out of their way to do what she felt was a malicious and vicious number on the woman. Between the gooey requests and smarmy comments it drove her to distraction. She watched Allyson, and felt sorry for her. In fact she could tell Allyson spent most of the afternoon on the edge of tears, and would have let go too if Lauren hadn't intervened.

Lauren, found a propitious moment and asked Allyson to show her where the bathroom was. Thankful for any opportunity to get away from the greasy inferences Allyson was only too glad to show Lauren the powder room. 

Lauren's request was Heaven sent. She remembered what followed with joy.

Allyson led Lauren to the bathroom. No sooner had they gotten out of sight of the other women Lauren pulled her to the side, "I know you remember me Allyson. Do you want to tell me what this is all about?"

Allyson replied, "It's nothing really."

"Oh yes it is. I know Mrs. Hanson. I've never seen her behave like this. Why is she doing this? And what has Hannah got to do with it?"

Allyson almost cracked, but held herself together, "I can't talk. But if you see Paul, he'll tell you."  

"He knows something?"

"Just tell him he's prescient." The she started to cry, "Oh Lauren."

Lauren got her some Kleenex and held her, "Calm down. Whatever it is, things will work out. They always do."

Allyson sniffled some, wiped her eyes, and tried to smile, "I have to get back."

Lauren smiled, "I don't know what's wrong, I do know Paul likes you. And for you, I couldn't think of a better ally."

Allyson had recovered, "Thanks Lauren."

They both returned to the dining room. For the remaining forty-five minutes Mrs. Hanson, abetted by Hannah, continued to needle Allyson in that way only a middle aged woman understood. However, it no longer had any effect; Allyson had Lauren.

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Allyson's refusal to say anything, and her subtle observations regarding the interplay between Paul's mother, Hannah, and Allyson for the rest of the afternoon more than piqued Lauren's curiosity. She knew something distinctly malevolent was going on. The very next day she was on her cell setting up a talking date with Paul. Two days after that he and she met at one of the local eateries.

Lauren asked, "Do you know where Allyson works?"

Paul understood immediately, "You've been there?"

"Are you kidding? The poor woman's trapped in a house of horrors. She's tough though. I couldn't get anything out of her, but she said you knew."

Paul stretched out his arms, "Allyson is supposed to be the fiancé, but as a result of Hannah's manipulations, and John's perversions she's lost a lot of ground."

"I'll say. When I was there they treated her like a slave, and that uniform."

"What uniform?"

"They've got her dressed like a French Maid, tight white collar, stiff cuffed sleeves, miniskirt with petticoats, patent leather shoes. I was embarrassed just watching. I know she hates it, but you know what? I don't think she's going to do anything about it."

Paul stretched again, "They've got her over a barrel. She got caught speeding while under the influence. She's been seeing some probation officer, and I think they've frightened her into thinking she'll go to jail if she doesn't cooperate." He paused, "That's not the worst of it. She thinks she's in love with that guy John."

Lauren, having had a few bad driving experiences herself, and a father in the legal system asked, "Who does she have? I mean who's her probation officer?"

"I don't know. She won't let me near."

"You like her don't you Paul."

"I guess so."

"I think you do."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, but she can't stand me."

"Paul I think, unless she's some kind of really sick masochist, she's in a pretty terrible place. You might be her only chance."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing right now; let me find out who her probation person is first. Maybe we can get her out of the mess without you."

"Gee, thanks a lot Lauren."

"No, I mean, if you think she doesn't like you then why would she tell me to ask you? She wants help, but I think she's either too afraid or too proud to ask."

"You've got me worried Lauren. I ought to do something."

"Why don't you pump some information out of your mother? The way she behaved the other day was completely, I mean completely, out of character."

"OK."

Lauren and Paul spent the rest of the afternoon talking about nonsense, but both knew they had a mission. The problem was neither knew exactly what the mission was.

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At John's house Allyson's situation continued to deteriorate. John, more entangled with Hannah than ever, became more and more inclined to see Allyson as nothing other than an object. His behavior began with a subtle shift from indifference to outright obnoxiousness. In fact, if one were a first time observer, a figurative fly on the wall, one would have gotten the impression he'd become borderline sadistic. The evening meals and late evening rest times had become a remorseless experiment in degradation. 

From Allyson's perspective she watched as things went from bad to worse. Yet there were some evenings that were especially unpleasant; evenings that led to new heartbreaking traditions. 

Allyson's morning, daytime, and evening responsibilities had become a grueling round robin of work, service, and pandering. It got to be so debilitating that, on several occasions; she was so tired she slept through her morning alarm. This apparent lack of dedication led John to indirectly complain to Hannah. Hannah took the problem to Allyson.

Hannah introduced the problem and solution with what had become her standard opening line, "Allyson John is discouraged with you."

"I know," replied the typically exhausted Allyson, "Sometimes I'm so tired I miss the morning alarm."

"I'm sorry you're so tired, but we just can't let John down like this."

Allyson sensed Hannah was about to lower the boom with something, "I'm sorry, I'll try to do better."

"John and I have talked it over. We've agreed sometimes promises just aren't enough. You need some kind of helper."

For a moment Allyson thought she was going to get an assistant. She was about to be proven terribly wrong.

"John and I have decided you need a special helper, your own little motivator."

"I could always use the help."

Hannah picked up the tentative sarcasm. She was glad she'd decided against a real assistant; glad she'd gone the route she'd taken, "We've purchased something for you that we think will be a big help."

Allyson was a little tremulous but curious nonetheless, "Really? What?"

Hannah pulled from her pocket a small box, "It's a small piece of jewelry."

Allyson said nothing while Hannah opened the container, "It's what the jeweler called an alert necklace." She held the object out so Allyson could see it.

Allyson immediately recognized what it was; a small shock collar normally used when training dogs, "You want me to wear that?"

"It's pretty isn't it, and look, here in the back there's a tiny metallic hemisphere, it's a little electronic thing. Let's try it on."

Allyson involuntarily pulled away, but Hannah grabbed her arm and held her, "Come on Allyson this is a good idea. Lean forward."

"Hannah no,"

"No what. This is good. It will serve as a gentle reminder each morning that you need to get up. Come let's put it on. I want to see if it fits."

Allyson knew she was defeated. She leaned forward.

Since Allyson's hair was already up in a bun it was easy to put the collaring device on. Hannah opened it up, reached around so that it encircled Allyson's neck and snapped it shut. Then from the small box she extracted a tiny bolt and a minute wrench. She placed the bolt into a tiny set of connecting hinges found at the back of the collar and tightened it in with the wrench. There it was, no locks and no keys, just a miniscule hinge that bound the thin metal collar around her neck just as surely as if it had been heated and hammered in place with an iron weld. And in the front was a small metal ring, hanging from the ring was a delicate little metal circle about the size of a dime, and on the circle was inscribed her name, Allyson.

Hannah put her hands on Allyson's shoulders and gently pushed her back so that she was sitting up and back just a few inches. She looked from side to side, "There, now that's pretty." She reached down and picked up a mirror she had conveniently placed on a nearby table, "Here look honey."

Hannah held the mirror in front of Allyson so she could see the collar as it encircled her neck, "Beautiful isn't it."

Allyson was on the edge of tears. She shuddered slightly. The collar was too tight. It looked like a metal dog collar. She looked up at Hannah, and could see from the expression on her face Hannah knew what she was feeling, "Take it off."

"Oh no, let's leave it on. We'll let John see it tonight, and tomorrow morning I'll set an alarm that will trigger a tiny, oh so tiny electric charge. It will serve as a very soft and gentle reminder to wake up."

Allyson took her hand and put her fingers on the offending collar. She felt all the way around. She couldn't tell where the hinge was that held the thing in place. It was locked on, and until Hannah or John decided, it would stay there. Helplessly she asked, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Hannah gave her a warm, but condescending smile, "Now Allyson. This is for John." 

Tears edging out of the corners of her eyes, fingers around her neck on the front of the collar, Allyson whispered, "I have ironing to do."

Hannah leaned over and kissed her cheek, "OK, run along." 

Allyson got up and fled to the back of the house.

As she scampered off, Hannah called after her, "Bye now, see you this afternoon. We have more company."

They did have company that afternoon. One of Hannah's guests was the girl Allyson had met at the beach. 

That evening, as soon as John got home, Hannah asked Allyson to come into the living room and show him her new jewelry. John looked it over thoughtfully. He felt it, and remarked that it looked not only pretty but functional. He hoped this would be an inducement for Allyson to get out of bed more promptly in the morning. 

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The next morning, about 4:50 Allyson was jolted out of bed by a powerful shock that started at the back of her neck and traveled up and down her spine. Startled she leaped from the bed. She rushed to the bathroom. The first thing she tried to do was remove the offending collar, but like the evening before, she soon found there was no escape. The collar was hinged and bolted into place, and would remain so until John or Hannah decided otherwise. 

A few minutes later her regular alarm clock went off. She turned it off, hurriedly showered, dried and fixed her hair, slipped on her work panties and chemise, zipped up her light blue morning work uniform, slipped on her shoes and socks and went to the kitchen. In less than five minutes she was downstairs preparing John's breakfast. She spent the rest of the time waiting for John fearful lest she get another shock. The little electronic device on her collar had done its work.

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Her weekly visits to the judge had become a torment in their own right. Since Hannah believed going to the judge's in any kind of uniform was inappropriate, she'd bought additional material and made Allyson an outfit just for her probation sessions. 

Since Hannah knew what the judge was up to she made an outfit that gave the old man ready access to every aspect of Allyson's body. It was a simple pullover one piece white mini-dress, elasticized empire waist, scooped neck, short sleeved, with matching panties, white socks and shoes. Of course, to further Allyson's self-conscious feelings of inadequacy Hannah added delicate ruffled trim to translucent capped sleeves, hem, and neckline. 

When the judge first saw her in the little white dress he was delighted. He could keep Allyson on her knees on the floor where he could fondle her breasts while she undid his pants, or he would require her to lie face up upon his lap where he was able to pull down her panties and pet her private area. Once, on a whim, he decided to punish her by making her lie over his knee while he pulled down her panties and spanked her bare behind. 

Being an older man erections were few and far between. It had become Allyson's weekly responsibility to arouse the old man enough to ejaculate. The longer it took her to satisfy him, the harder it was for her emotionally to be able to explain away what she was being forced to do. 

To worsen her circumstances Hannah had noticed after their first visit with the judge there had been a sticky white stain on Allyson's pretty outfit. Now with the white mini-dress those tiny stains weren't so noticeable. Still she insisted Allyson wash the dress out after each session, often deriding her for her failure to keep her clothes clean. Hannah most certainly knew the only way Allyson could avoid the stains on the dress was to either swallow the offending fluid that was released in her mouth or hold it in her mouth until she could find a pace to spit it out. 

Allyson for her part usually ended up swallowing. Holding the old man's sticky goo in her mouth, lolling it around with her tongue between her teeth for twenty minutes was just too much.

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John had become particularly fond of keeping Allyson on her knees kneeling at his feet in the evenings while he either watched television or read some sheath of papers related to some legal proceeding. One evening he nonchalantly unzipped his pants and pulled Allyson toward his man's package. She had no illusions about what was expected, and though she hated it she realized she'd started another new evening tradition. 

After the first night John seldom pulled open his fly himself preferring to make some general comment about the stress of the day or his need for relaxation. Those phrases became Allyson's signal to lean up and do another of what had become one of her many degrading little chores.

One late afternoon John came home earlier than usual; he went to his office, and called for Allyson. Since she'd just finished putting things away after another of Hannah's long afternoon meetings she was able to immediately respond. 

John was at his desk. It was a large mahogany piece of furniture he bought when they'd first moved in. At the time he said it would become his power desk. Allyson had no idea at the time of purchase just what kind of power it would turn out to be.

John called Allyson in, and pointed to the crawl space under the desk top. He signaled he wanted her there at his feet so he might caress her head and fiddle with her hair while he worked. Allyson understood what the real intent was. 




Allyson Ch. 03



That began another humiliating ritual Allyson came to despise. Once a week, usually Tuesday's after she got back from her earlier session with the judge, she'd be called in to kneel between his legs and, with her head between his thighs, pull open his pants and do him. Since he'd showered very early in the morning, by the time she got to him in the late afternoon his pants and crotch were ripe from several visits to the bathroom. Having an unwashed penis with white underpants yellowed from urine in her face, in her mouth, and under her nose Allyson found it was almost impossible not to gag. These sessions became the most despised moments of her week. 

The worst of it for Allyson came after the second Tuesday. Trapped between his thighs as she was, there was no way escape when he ejaculated. She was either forced to try to swallow everything, or accept his semen on her face. After her first 'facial' John had the sick notion that she looked sexier wearing his semen; he insisted she not clean off until after dinner. She found it especially humiliating serving John and Hannah their nightly meals while she was still decorated with John's fresh sperm, the shiny sticky goo pasted all over her face.

One evening had been even more degrading than most. John had spewed so much of his sticky smelly sperm on her face she felt compelled to wash most of it off. John noticed right away. He made a remark to Hannah who suggested Allyson be punished for disobedience. While Hannah held her hands she was forced to bend over John's knees. He gave her several vicious swats on her bare behind. Then they insisted she stand in the corner with her maid's dress wrapped around her waist and hands held over her head so they could look at her cherry red rear end while they finished their supper. She was forced to remain that way until they retired to the living room, where she was treated to another opportunity to have her face covered with her fiancé's sperm. 

Later, much later, after they went to bed she was allowed to clean the dinner debris up.

All these terrible things had happened so fast, it didn't seem possible but it was already Thanksgiving. In fact she would have probably run away, or gone stark raving mad if Paul hadn't started to show up.

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After Lauren's visit to John and Hannah's, and her follow up conversation with Paul she investigated Allyson's legal situation. To her amazement she discovered Allyson's case had been settled several weeks before. All the charges against her had apparently been dropped when someone interceded. Who had stepped in she didn't know; it was what she subsequently found out that nearly overwhelmed her. 

Allyson's current visits to Judge Lewis were not only irrelevant, they were probably illegal. Judge Lewis had retired some years earlier, since then he'd been known as someone who would step in and help in some situations. What was most revealing was the unmentioned reason for his retirement; it had been discovered he had a penchant for young girls. Rather than throw him to the wolves as a child molester, he'd been allowed to retire with his dignity un-besmirched. It hadn't taken much for Lauren to connect the dots, though she barely knew Allyson the thought of what the poor girl must have been put through all the past weeks filled her with revulsion. She decided, without anyone else knowing, that she'd resolve Allyson's 'probationary sessions' on her own. 

Paul meanwhile had gone to his mother in search of some answers about Allyson. He found out his mother had no more knowledge than before. She still believed Allyson had some kind of hold over John, and that she was keeping Hannah and John from making their engagement formal. 

Paul didn't try to disabuse his mother of her misconceptions. He knew his mother, and understood she'd prefer her wrong information to the truth anytime. What he did uncover was the rough details of Allyson's normal work days. With that knowledge at had he planned a course of action of his own.

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It was a Monday morning; around 10:00 a.m. Allyson had been wearing her shock collar for five days. She hated it, but had accustomed herself to the morning jolts. Hannah had left for wherever it was she went in the mornings, and Allyson was alone doing the laundry. She had developed a pattern of sorts; Mondays were laundry days, Tuesdays she spent with the judge, Wednesdays she cleaned, Thursdays were for polishing and Fridays were usually reserved for preparing for some weekend activity she never got to participate in except as servant.

So there she was, 9:00 a.m. Monday morning, yanking sheets out of the washer to hang on the line when the doorbell rang. Who could that be she wondered? Hannah had arranged almost everything so that virtually no one showed up when it was just Allyson. She put down the wet sheets and went to the front door. She peaked through the peephole and saw it was Paul.

What was he doing here she wondered, and should she even open the door? He rang the bell, waited; then rang it again. It was apparent he wasn't going away. Allyson opened the door a tiny crack, "Yes, what you want?"

"I need to come in."

"No you don't, now go away." She closed the door.

He rang the bell again.

She waited.

He rang it again.

She reopened the door, "I said go away."

"And I said let me in."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Oh really? What's the big deal?"

"You're the big deal, now let me in."

If you don't go away I'll call the police."

"Go ahead, call them. They'll do what? Arrest me? I don't think so."

"So what do you want? I have my work to do."

"If you don't let me in I'll tell Hannah and John you were rude to me."

She thought about that. He might have been sent over by his mother, the mama's boy, "OK, but this better be important."

She opened the door.

Paul walked in and looked around, "So what are you doing today?"

"Laundry, why are you here?"

"Where's the laundry?"

"Look will you tell me what you want. I told you I have work to do."

"I said where's the laundry?"

"In the back. So what do you want?'

Paul slipped by her and walked toward the back of the house. Having been there twice before he had a pretty good idea where he needed to go. He got to the laundry room and peered around, "It looks like you're almost finished."

"Well I'm not."

He pulled out a folding chair, "Sit down."

"Will you get out of here?"

He gently pushed her into the seat, "I said sit down."

She found herself seated on the tiny chair. Paul looked around, "It looks like one more load, then two drying cycles, right?"

"Yes, I mean no. I mean I'm hanging things out. So why don't you leave so I can get finished." She started to get up again.

He carefully forced her back in the seat, "You're not very good at this. Now watch me while I finish this up."

"Will you get out of here?" She tried to get up again. He helped her back in the chair again.

"Just watch." Paul proceeded to load the washed sheets in the dryer, and the dirty sheets in the washer, "I'm an old hand at washing clothes. You just watch and listen."

Allyson sat back. She didn't quite know what to think.

Paul poured in some soap, set the gauge, and turned on the machine. He then turned around to Allyson. He saw what she had on. Even though it was a hideous outfit, nylon, semi-transparent, largely shapeless, and marked with places where she'd been sweating, he thought she looked really pretty. She probably had her hair up at the start of the morning, but it was halfway down now. She was wearing what was obviously a dog's collar. He chose to ignore that. "You look tired Allyson."

"Will you leave?"

"No, let me talk. When was the last time you were out?"

"That's none of your business."

"I want to take you out today."

"I have work to do."

"Look Hannah won't be back till after 1:00. This is your last load. How about I take you out to get some brunch?"

"I have other things to do."

"Like what?"

"Well..."

Look, whatever you have to do we'll do it together. We'll get done in half the time, and then we can go to MacDonald's; how about a bacon cheeseburger?"

"How about you leaving?"

"I'm not leaving. I'm here all morning. I'm taking you to MacDonald's."

She breathed an impatient sort of tired sigh, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you're my girlfriend."

"Oh get real."

"You remember the beach? I told everyone you were my girl. You didn't argue then?"

"Well no."

"OK, then it's settled Paul Hanson is taking his girlfriend Allyson to Macdonald's where they can each eat a cheeseburger."

"If I agree to this absurdity, you'll leave me alone?"

"Maybe, well at least for today."

"Promise never to come back."

"No way; I might come back tomorrow."

"No you can't do that I'm a meeting with my probation officer tomorrow."

"No I don't think so."

"Yes I go every Tuesday."

"Not any more."

"Oh shut up."

"OK. Now watch me while I hang these sheets on the line." For the next forty minutes Paul finished the last load, and hung everything out.

Around 11:00 he took her arm, "Ready for the big burger?"

"After that you'll leave?"

"After that I'll come back and take the sheets off the line while you put on your afternoon French maid's uniform."

"You know about that?"

He smiled, "I know everything."

He got things together. They went to Macdonald's, and each bought a burger and a coke. He kept up a continuous line of questions, most of which she refused to answer, but some she felt trapped in.

He asked her, "What are you going to do when you grow up?"

She ignored him.

"Ever thought about getting married?"

"You know the answer to that."

"I mean to a real man."

"You know any real men?"

"How about me?"

"You're too young."

"I'm perfect for you." He was amazed at how easily he'd slipped into questions about marriage. Maybe it was because he knew how badly she'd been misled, or maybe how badly she was being treated. Then again, he really liked her. He wasn't ready to marry anybody, but the thought had come to him he could park her someplace till he was ready.

Long about 12:00 they were back and together they got the sheets off the line. She walked him to the front door.

At the door he turned around, "OK, how about a kiss for the help."

She kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks. Look, I'll be back Wednesday and we'll do some more work." Without waiting for a reply he turned and walked down the sidewalk.

Allyson stood leaning on the front portal watching as he walked away. What did he know about the judge? What did he know about what had been going on? Why had he come here? What was he talking about coming back on Wednesday? It had been good to see him.

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Tuesday morning, to everyone's surprise they got a call from Judge Lewis. He'd finished with Allyson's rehabilitation. There was no reason for her to come anymore, and he'd be sending her paperwork on to the proper services for final treatment. In a week or so she'd be able to go to police headquarters and retrieve her driver's license.

Allyson was delighted. She clapped her hands together, "Oh this is wonderful!" She smiled prettily at Hannah, "This means pretty soon you'll be able to leave."

Hannah only said, "I'm very pleased for you Allyson. I'm sure John will be delighted as well." A few moments later, after Allyson went back to her room to change into her regular morning work uniform, Hannah was on the phone with John. He'd already heard. Someone had gotten to the judge, and he'd backed out of their agreement. There wasn't anything anybody could do.

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Tuesday night had been worse than usual for Allyson. Hannah said she had to go out so that left she and John home alone. Once upon a time that had been how it always was, and Allyson could fondly remember the closeness they felt toward each other. But since Hannah had come that warmth had long since disappeared; lately it had been all about finding new ways John could degrade her. 

That Tuesday, after they'd discussed the end of her probation John hinted that nothing had really changed. Allyson still had to stay on as cleaning girl and maid for Hannah since John was extremely close to landing several important contracts. Furthermore, he explained to get Hannah out of the picture they'd have to stage some kind of phony confrontation that would cause everyone to think Hannah wanted to leave, and that Allyson picked up the broken pieces of John's life. He explained that only after he got the new contracts could they find a way to send Hannah away.

Allyson wanted to believe John, but no sooner had he discussed their new plan then he was back to his new old tricks. Once again Allyson found herself kneeling at John's feet with his pants undone and her using her lips and tongue to please him.

This time however, since she and John were alone she suggested they actually go to bed like they used to. He demurred saying he was too tired and too stressed. Then when she suggested he at least wash himself so she wouldn't have to smell a lot of day old urine, he got mad, he lifted her from the rug, turned her over his knee and spanked her. But this time when he spanked her he used his belt. It not only hurt ten times more, but the leather was so stiff Allyson could feel the stripes were opening her skin.

It hurt so much she cried, something she hadn't done when he'd only used his hands. She could tell her tears turned him on, and that led him to beat her even harder. Afterward he made her apologize for making him so mad. She had to promise to not ask him stupid question or do inane things like ask him to wash when he knew he was clean.

Then he made her kneel back down and satisfy him, but this time he told her she could only use her lips. She wasn't allowed to put it in her mouth or touch it with her hands or fingers. Using only her tongue and lips made it fifty times harder. He kept getting hard, then soft, then hard again. Finally when he did ejaculate he went all over her face and her nightie. 

More than that, this time his semen was mixed with urine. She never felt so debased in all her life. The man she once loved had peed on her face. After that he made her lick his penis and his pants clean. He sent her to bed without being allowed to wash up, and he warned her if he saw her in the morning and she looked like she'd washed he would buy a cage for her to sleep in. 

Allyson knew then, after that night she was certainly trapped. She had no money, no real clothes, no car, nothing. That night she lay in bed and, after a good cry, resolved that she'd find a way to get through what had been happening to her. She just didn't know quite how yet. Once upon a time she'd just loved John; then she learned to love and fear him, after this last night all that was left was the fear. She was afraid that between he and Hannah they might really hurt her. She was doubly afraid that if she tried to run away they might do something to permanently hurt her. There she was. She couldn't run, but she knew she couldn't stay, and there was no one to help. Sure there was Paul, but he was still a boy. She liked him, well maybe she did, but she dare not put him in the middle.

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The next morning, after John and Hannah left Allyson found herself doing her Wednesday chores; the vacuuming and scrubbing. She absolutely despised the blue cleaning uniform, and the uncomfortable white work shoes. She was just finishing up vacuuming the living room. It was just a little after 9:00 when she heard the doorbell ring. She turned off the vacuum and went to see who it was. It was Paul!

Allyson opened the door and scolded, "I thought I told you not to come back?"

"I didn't obey."

"Well I can't let you in. This is my busiest day. I can't spare a minute."

"What do you have to do?"

"I have to vacuum the whole upstairs and down, and I have three bathrooms and the kitchen to clean."

"Tell you what. You vacuum while I do the bathrooms. Then we'll do the kitchen together."

Allyson gave him a suspicious look, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you're my girlfriend, and I want to help."

She was even more suspicious, "How did you know the judge was going to let me off my probation?"

"I'll only tell you if you let me do the bathrooms first, OK?"

"OK."

For the next two hours Allyson vacuumed while Paul cleaned three dirty bathrooms. By 11:00 all that was left was the kitchen. He suggested, "Tell you what, since the kitchen is kind of small for two workers at one time, I'll clean while you watch and ask questions."

So the two of them went to the kitchen; Allyson set up a chair at the doorway and watched while Paul got down on his hands and knees and started to clean the kitchen floor.

Seated on the chair her blue work dress naturally rode up a little. Paul could see the marks on her behind, but he kept quiet. He figured she'd tell him when she was ready.

She asked, "How did you know the judge would end my probation?"

"I knew because he never had anything to do with your probation. In fact you never ever really had probation. My father fixed it."

"What do you mean your father fixed it?"

"Well my dad liked John. He thinks he'd make a good partner in the firm one day, and he didn't want some maid screwing up his chances. After all he was already doing John's family a favor."

"You said something about that at the beach."

"Yeah your John never got his job based on merit. His father called my father. That's how he got his job."

"What about the judge?"

Lauren found out about him. Did you know he'd been forced to retire because of child molestation?"

"Somehow I'm not surprised. I suppose you know about my sessions with the judge?"

"I do."

"You don't care? I mean it doesn't bother you?"

You mean that the two fiends you live with arranged it that some old pervert would take advantage of an unsuspecting woman? Yes it bothers me. It bothers me a lot."

"Then why are you here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you know what I did."

"What they made you do bothers me. The fact that you did it doesn't. I mean what choice did you have? I mean I think you had choices. You were either just too blind or too scared to know."

"You're not mad at me?"

"No, you're my girlfriend."

"Oh cut it out."

Paul crawled across the floor. He'd finished anyway. He knelt at her feet, "You know you've never really kissed me?"

"I kissed you Monday."

"That wasn't a real kiss. I mean a real kiss."

Allyson involuntarily backed away slightly, "I know what you really want."

"What's that?"

"You know."

"No, what?"

"You want what the old judge got. What I have to do for John every single night."

He grinned, "You could if you wanted to, but I was just thinking about a regular kiss."

Allyson backed completely out of the room, "You're all the same. She started for the hallway."

Paul got up, followed and caught up with her. He put his hands around her waist and turned her around, he wasn't smiling, not anymore, "You don't know me. You don't know what I want. You don't know anything." He kept his hands on her waist so she couldn't get away, but he made no attempt to get any closer.

Allyson was scared, but not in the way she'd been scared of John. She couldn't explain how she felt right then, not exactly, "You taking me to MacDonald's today?"

Paul let her go. The crisis seemed to have faded a little, "Certainly not. We're going to Denny's."

"I can't go out like this?"

"I bought you something. Wait here. Paul ran to his car, grabbed a bag, and ran back inside. I pretty much know your sizes. I hope you don't think I'm being presumptuous." He handed her the bag.

She looked inside. There was a sweat shirt, a pair of jeans, some tennis shoes, and a bra, "Turn your head."




Allyson Ch. 03



"I will not."

She didn't argue, "She stripped off the ugly blue dress, and just as quickly slipped into the things Paul had gotten her. The sweat shirt was baggy but comfortable. The jeans were too tight, but she didn't care. The shoes fit fine, she looked up at him, "You said Denny's?"

He grinned, "Why don't you drive."

"Sure why not?"

He stopped her for just a second, "You know that collar just doesn't work with the sweatshirt."

Allyson self-consciously reached for the object around her neck.

He grinned, "You want to take it off while we're at the restaurant?"

"I can't get it off."

"I'll get it." Paul pulled out a tiny wrench, "Here let me. When we're done we can put it back on if you like."

She leaned her head forward. Paul found the well hidden hinge and untightened it. He handed her the collar, "There we go. We can put it back on when we get back to John's."

Allyson felt for the collar around her neck and found it was gone. For the first time in days she felt truly liberated, "Nice job."

"Thanks. It was the least I could do."

"Wow, really, why?"

"You forgot? You're my girlfriend"

They went to Denny's. They each got scrambled eggs, sausage, orange juice, and coffee. It was the best meal she'd had in months.

She got to drive back to John's house. Paul walked her to the door, after refastening the collar he said, "Want to know something?"

"What?"

"I had a great time."

"Me too."

"Want to know something else?"

"OK what?"

"Hannah will be gone all day tomorrow. She won't get home till after 10:00 p.m."

"Tomorrow's Thursday. How do you know?"

"Tell you tomorrow." He turned to go, but stopped and turned back, "I still haven't gotten a kiss."

Allyson felt like she wanted to kiss him. She felt like hugging him too, but something held her back. She couldn't explain what it was; maybe it was just gratitude, "Maybe tomorrow."

He smiled, "I can wait."

She whispered, "Tomorrow then." As she walked back in the house she thought, there's nothing John can do to me, not anymore.

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Hannah had been out with some of the wives. First they'd visited several of the more prestigious antique shops, and then they stopped in to get a drink at a downtown tavern. She'd made one small purchase, a dark brown Eighteenth Century vase one of the other women said looked like an original made by somebody she never heard of. It was a little pricy, but the purchase held her in good stead with the women so she felt it was worth it. Then when they stopped at the tavern, though the other women all selected some variation of wine she opted for a lager beer. 

It was while she was finishing her beer she noticed him. He was tall, muscular, and good looking, and he was clearly trying to get her attention. The other ladies, one by one, all said their good byes. Finally she was there alone. The man casually strolled over to her table.

"Drinking alone?"

"Yes, it seems all my friends have deserted me."

"May I buy you another?"

"I suppose so, but only if you'll join me."

The man sat down at her table. They talked for about a half an hour. He explained how he was involved in collections and in righting wrongs. She didn't quite understand what he did, but the way he described it he sounded quite mysterious. One comment led to another, and before she knew it she was across the street in a hotel room with all her clothes off. They stayed there the better part of the afternoon, and made plans to meet again on Thursday morning. He wanted to make it a day. 

Hannah drove home feeling pretty good about herself. She was a little worried John was going to back out on their arrangement and turn back to Allyson. This new guy looked like a possible hedge on her investment. Besides John wasn't much in the sack, and more and more lately he'd been making Allyson perform her little routines. Hannah was just horny and insecure.

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That Wednesday night the three of them were all sitting around in the living room. Dinner had been broiled salmon followed by a cocktail. Allyson got some of the fish, but wasn't permitted anything alcoholic on the presumption it would tire her out too much. They let her have a glass of milk.

So there they all sat; Hannah sat back relaxed and reflected on her afternoon adventure and tomorrow's renewal of same, John surreptitiously watched Allyson for any sign of independence he might feel inclined to punish, and Allyson pretended to be her usual obsequious self but in reality thinking about Paul's visit the next day. She kept arguing with herself. First she wondered if Paul, at twenty-one, was just too young and immature and it would be wrong to lead him on. Then again, though a little thin and nerdy, he was very handsome and had a great personality. Even more important, she realized he knew more about what she'd been going through than he was admitting, but he was still hanging around. He was either planning on taking advantage of her himself, or he did care about her. If it was the first she'd flatten him, but if it was the second maybe they could work something out. 

Allyson was discovering things while she knelt there at John's feet in her flimsy little nightie waiting for the signal that would put her between his legs again. Even though she'd be grimacing through another face rape she had to make some kind of decision. There were these men, or man and boy anyway. Whereas John had endeared himself to her by appealing to her inadequacies, Paul, for reasons she didn't understand, seemed to give her confidence. Paul was good for her, she realized that. John was like an addictive drug; he had been since she'd met him. She wondered why she had listened to him and majored in literature. It qualified her to do nothing except maybe teach school. She should have gone into medicine. She wondered if it wasn't too late; she was out of money, and at twenty-three probably too old. She wondered what Paul would think. Maybe she should ask him. No she didn't think so, he wouldn't understand.

John stretched his legs, "Oh boy, am I tense."

Hannah got up, "I think I'll go upstairs."

John smiled down at Allyson, "Boy do I need a pick me up."

Allyson put on her smiley face, crawled over, spread his legs, and reached for the zipper to his pants, "Can I wash afterwards tonight?"

"If you do a good job." He tousled her hair as she reached in his pants. He was feeling benevolent this evening, maybe she should clean up later.

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It was Thursday morning. Paul got in his Chevy and started for Allyson's. It was funny how she'd wheedled her way into his life; she had become the only reason he got in the morning. Imagine that; Mr. Independence getting hung up on some east coast liberal arts major. He understood what his problem was. He wanted to extricate her from the quagmire in which she found herself, but her escape wasn't his job, it was hers. She'd dug the hole she was in, and only she could dig herself out. If he tried to do it he'd only be lifting her from one bad place to deposit her in another. She had to see it, she had to figure out, and she had to be one to follow through. It would be nice though, when she pulled through, if she noticed him.

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Thursday morning arrived. John went off to work. Hannah got dressed and disappeared. Allyson had started her chores even earlier than usual. By 8:30 she was finished. She tidied up, slipped on a clean work dress and sat down near the front door to wait for Paul. 

The moments ticked slowly by. She watched the minute hand slip by. The hour hand crossed the 9:00, the 10:00, then the 11:00 marker. Paul said he was coming. He'd never let her down before.

Outside, about a block down the street Paul sat in his car. He was watching Hannah as she sat in her car. She must have figured something out, and was waiting for someone to show up. 

Close to 12:00 the woman finally drove away. Paul followed her for several miles at a distance then turned back around to get Allyson.

When Paul at last reached the front door Allyson was in no mood to go out with anybody. He rang the bell. She didn't answer. He rang again. He knew she was in there. He walked around to the back door and called out, "Allyson. Allyson there's a reason why I'm late."

The back door opened, it better be a good one."

He laughed and started for the door.

She held it open just a crack, "What's you reason?"

"Hannah was waiting down the street. She probably suspects something."

Allyson stepped out on the back porch, "You think she knows about you?"

Hardly, she probably thinks John might be coming back."

"You mean he might have changed his mind about me?"

Paul sensed the false hope building in her heart. He wondered how he could tell her without losing her himself, "I couldn't say. John is obsessive about his career more than anything. You'd probably be the best judge as to how he feels toward you."

Allyson thought about that. John wouldn't give her the time of day without getting something for himself first, "You think he's covering his ass."

"I don't know. He might still love you. He might be protecting himself too; that game they played with you using the old judge and all could easily backfire. You'd be the one to do that."

"What do you think Paul?"

He noticed she'd put extra emphasis on his name. She suspected the worst from him, "That's not a fair question. For myself I hope he turns into the meanest most selfish bastard alive, and I hope you grow to hate him. But I want you to have what you want for yourself. If you think he's coming back to you, and that will make you happy, then I'll have to accept it. I won't like it, but I'd have to accept it."

"You want him to be mean to me."

"I didn't say that. If you want to know what I want ask me."

"OK, what do you want?"

"The truth? If I could have my way I'd want you to go inside, get your pocketbook, come back out, get in my car, leave with me, and never come back here."

"You are crazy."

"You asked."

"You think he might be back today?"

"No."

"But you're not sure."

"Look Allyson I think John's a rotten bastard. I hate him. I'm so jealous I could kill him. I don't know what to say. I want you, but I want you the right way."

"What do you think would be the right way?"

"You walking away from this. You just looking at me, and saying I want to be with you."

Allyson was already off in her own little fantasy world, "You should leave now. I think I'll wait around to see if John does come back early."

Paul saw the futility of argument. She had her dreams, and he wasn't a part of them, but at least he'd tried, "You still have my phone number?"

"Yes."

"If you change your mind, or if you just want to get out a while you can call."

"OK."

"You will, call I mean."

"Sure, I will."

He knew it was a lost cause. She was lying to herself again, "OK, well good bye."

"Good bye."

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Hannah hadn't left. She'd watched Paul follow her down the road, and then watched him turn back around. She had suspected someone had being seeing Allyson. Someone had found out about the old judge. It had to be the Hanson's boy; the one who'd taken her to the beach. The kid obviously had some kind of crush on Allyson.

After Paul turned off she turned back around too, and followed him back. Sure enough he'd gone to see Allyson. She didn't wait around. She pulled to side and called John, and let him know what she saw. Afterward she drove on into town to meet with her new playmate. The way she figured it; she wasn't getting any action from John anyway, and if he started to cozy up to Allyson again she'd be even further down on the list. What did it matter, she'd done nothing wrong.

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John got Hannah's call. If that was the case, that the Hanson kid had stopped Allyson's phony sessions, then that opened up a whole new can of worms. He couldn't risk letting the old judge's trickery with Allyson leak out; that would wipe out what he'd accomplished. There was only one logical thing to do; he'd have to pull Allyson completely back in line. He knew how to do it too. He called in his secretary, told her he was leaving early, packed his briefcase, hit the parking garage, and started back home. 



Allyson Ch. 04



Having gotten word from Hannah that Paul had been to see Allyson John left work early. He had his suspicions. He thought somebody had been seeing her, and somebody had tipped over the apple cart regarding the judge. Who else but Paul? Yes Paul was a problem. He had to be dealt with.

Meanwhile back at the house, after Paul left Allyson continued with her usual routines; cleaning, scrubbing, and just generally trying to keep busy. If what Paul had intimated was at all true then just maybe John had changed; maybe he'd return to the 'old John' she'd grown to love and adore. She stopped, looked in the mirror and persuaded herself, yes, it could happen.

She'd just finished the beds when she heard the front door. It had to be John! She was sure of it. She put her cleaning apparel aside and ran down the front stairs.

The house had two sets of stairs; there were the front stairs for everyday use, and there was a back set. It was the back stairs Allyson was expected to use when at work, which lately meant all the time. 

Yes, it was John! She was convinced he'd come home early because he loved her. In her excitement Allyson ran head long down the front stairs. She got to the bottom just as John walked in the living room.

He looked at her as she reached the bottom step. She looked like the wrath of god, her nylon work uniform was stained, her hair was a knotted mess, shoe laces untied, and she was out of breath, perspiring, breasts pressing out and up through the zippered top of her uniform. He was angry as hell, "What are you doing young lady?" 

Allyson, oblivious of the rule she'd just broken answered, "I heard the front door, and thought it might be you. I wanted to get down as fast as I could."

A stone faced John replied, "You know you're not to use the front stairs."

She hesitated. His comment caught her completely off guard, "But I wanted to get down and see you."

"Well you see me. So why did you break the rule?"

"I was excited. I knew it was you."

"You broke a rule."

"I know. I didn't mean to. Gee John, I'm sorry. I wanted ..."

"Come over here," he pointed to floor in front of his feet.

Allyson ran to the place he pointed and knelt on the floor, "I'm sorry John."

John frowned down at her, "Are we sitting properly?"

When Allyson was being criticized or lectured she was expected to kneel on the carpet or floor, head bowed, eyes downcast with her hands clasped neatly in her lap. She whispered obsequiously, "No." She quickly made the appropriate adjustments.

With her eyes fixed resolutely on the tops of John's wing tipped shoes she couldn't see the sadistic smile on his face. Had she, she would have known how frightening her future, if nothing was done, was to become. He asked, "Tell me Allyson, why do we have rules?"

She stammered out, "Well we have rules to make things..., life I mean, more efficient."

This was fun for John. He asked, "Yes, and what else?"

Allyson recovered a little. She looked up coquettishly, batted her eyes and answered, "Rules give us routines. They give us clear cut ways of doing things."

John wasn't amused, "Eyes down. And what else."

She slumped. Being cute wouldn't work. He might really be mad. If that was the case she had a disheartening premonition of what really might be coming. She decided to try the soft sincere apologetic approach, "Rules are good for discipline."

John thought, 'this was good', a little more and I'll have her where I want her. He looked down and gave her one of his Olympian stares, "Allyson when you ran down the front stairs dressed as you are in your work uniform, all stained and sweaty, were you exercising good judgment? Were you showing self-discipline?"

Allyson didn't like the direction of things. She had to come up with something plausible, "Well I guess no, but I..."

John held up a hand, and turned his head.

This wasn't funny. She smelled of whiff brimstone. She tried again, "I..."

He cut her off, "What if I'd brought a client home? What if I had someone I wanted to show you off to? How do you think they would have reacted if they saw your clumsy display of poor judgment and childish lack of discipline? Look at yourself; you're a mess; dirty uniform, mussed hair, scuffed and untied shoes, soaking wet with sweat, and your bosoms are half out of your dress. What do you have to say about that?"

Allyson worked to adjust the top of her uniform, "John I've been hard at work, and..."

"And?"

She knew she couldn't alibi or offer any explanation. His mind was made up. He liked beating her up with trivia; she dare not defy him, "And I'm just sorry."

John had his apology. Now he could take it to the next level, "Sorry! Sorry for what? Being a mess, or for breaking an important rule."

"I...I guess for breaking..."

He interrupted, "For breaking a rule? But look at you! You look like a filthy pig. A pig! You hear me? A pig!"

"John I'm..."

"Don't alibi. You can't explain or lie your way out of this one. You've been bad, very bad. Tell me, what would you have done if I had brought company?" 

Allyson was in trouble. John was on a roll, and there wasn't anything she could say or do. Of course he was right. He was always right when it came to things like this, when it came to her. She had no right to disagree or in any way defend what she'd done. Even when she was right she was wrong. There was no argument; she'd been bad, she knew it. The front stairs weren't for her. She wasn't allowed. She gulped and stammered out, "I...I guess they would have been...well...surprised."

These were moments John had come to cherish; Allyson at his feet, degraded, helpless in the face of his awful logic. He would proceed to engineer her further degradation, reduce her sense of personal worth, strip away her self esteem, denude her of that last morsel of confidence. God how he loved this, "You mean embarrassed. And listen to yourself. You're supposed to be a college graduate, a woman with some poise, some sense. You're stammering and stuttering like some twelve year old child. When are you going to grow up? No wonder I've had to rely on Hannah. You're just too damned childish, too damned backward. I'm engaged to a ten year old child."

Allyson knelt there in awkward silence.

He snarled, "Well! Speak up!"

A crushed and enfeebled Allyson replied, "Yes I guess... I guess...John...I'm sorry."

It was time to drive it home; force her to acknowledge her incompetence, her inadequacy, "You guess so?"

Genuinely scared she tried to answer, "I mean...I guess," She was upset. She realized she'd made a mistake, and John was really angry. He might punish her, "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Please John forgive me." She leaned forward, she reached out and touched his knee, "Please John." She looked up pleadingly; sad imploring green eyes looking up at angry brown eyes.

Down came another series of emotionally crushing blows; mental shocks intended to bludgeon her into intellectual impotence, pulverize her into complete dependence, "So you're a sorry housekeeper, a sorry girlfriend, and just an all around sorry little miss."

It wasn't about the stairs anymore. He had something else in mind. Casting her eyes downward again she pleaded, "Oh John, I didn't mean to break the rule. I didn't mean to be so messy."

In the past this was when he'd release her from her torment, end the tongue lashing with a paternalistic pat on the head. Then sometimes a little more self effacement followed by a few forgiving words and a warm smile. Not today. No compassion today! Today he was out for worshipful obeisance, complete contrition. "But you did and you are."

She tried to cling to some measure of rationality, "Yes I guess. I mean yes I did. Oh, yes I am. John I'm so sorry."

John wouldn't have it, "A sorry little maid; Allyson you're just a sorry little maid aren't you?"

She gave up on touching the knee. She knelt on the floor wringing her hands, afraid to look at him. Tears were seeping out of the corners of her eyes, "Yes I guess I am."

Her final degradation came calmly, cruel in its somber gentleness, "Guess what, come on, and say it."

"I'm a sorry little maid," she looked up at him again, begging, "John please." 

It was time for her final humiliation, the nadir. He reached down, and with his right hand he tucked up her chin so she had to face him, "You know you have to be disciplined. 

She was in tears, "Yes."

She started to cry. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his legs, "John please!"

He pushed her away, "Go to my office, take off all your clothes, and wait for me."

Her disgrace had been complete. The last residual locks of self respect had been sheared away. Allyson got up and started to run for his office.

John loved these moments. He shouted out, "What? You're just leaving?"

Allyson ran back and knelt down again, "May I be excused now? 

"What?"

She'd forgotten to say please, "May I pleased be excused?"

"Yes you may be excused."

She whimpered, "Thank you John." Then she leaped to her feet and ran back to John's office. 

John took off his sport coat and undid his tie. He walked leisurely back to his office. All his sadistic fantasies were bubbling to the surface; he'd humiliate, degrade, punish.

Allyson reached the office. She rushed about making certain everything was in its place and there was no dust on anything. She didn't want to get in more trouble now; especially if John might be planning to do something nice later, after the punishment. Oh she hoped, she prayed, 'Make the punishment short and the something nice long.'

Fond hope; Allyson's fantasies of true love, of the doting fatherly companion, her own shining protective knight were about to be plunged into the nightmare of John's sadistic self hatred.His personal masculine inadequacies had finally taken complete control. She raced to the sofa, John's favorite seat in his office, and took off her clothes. She slipped out of her work shoes and socks; she placed them carefully beside each other under the sofa. She unzipped her blue nylon uniform, folded it, and set it on a nearby chair. She unfastened her chemise, laid it on the dress, and last pulled down her panties, placing them on the chemise. Completely naked she knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, head bowed.

John strode in slowly. He walked over and sat on the sofa. Allyson knelt meekly on the floor between his legs. He thought about this girl, how he'd come to meet her, how they ended up where they were. He remembered again how it all began back in college. She was such a mousy little thing. He first saw her when he was in the library. She was in one of those tiny semi-private alcoves busily doing something on her computer. She had stringy brownish hair, no make-up, and dark glasses. She was wearing a simple dungaree jumper, white blouse, tennis shoes, and white socks. He remembered thinking this was a good one on which to try out his ideas. John, like most men he supposed, fantasized about having his very own submissive little slave girl; someone totally dependent, someone ready to respond to his every whim. He recalled how he'd sidled up to her that day, and after a short conversation had gotten her name and phone number. 

They started dating after that. She was easy to please. He'd guessed rightly; she was lonely, and not very socially astute. It was easy to take her, step by step, from simple introvert to total dependent. 

In a few short weeks he changed everything about her. She wanted to be a doctor; he talked her out of that. She wore uncomplicated simple outfits, and maintained a casual life schedule. It was easy to move her from the trusting innocent girl to the helpless, hapless, totally submissive insecure child woman he had at his feet.

To say he never cared about her would have been only partially true. He cared about the control, the dominance, the manipulation. He cared about his ability to alter and change everything in her life. Did he ever love her; no never. Did he care what she thought; only that she thought what he wanted her to think. 

He'd told her his parents didn't approve of her; that they'd investigated her past. In truth his parents barely knew she was alive. They believed everything he said. As far as they were concerned she was just some cheap off the street sexual squeeze he'd picked up. They hardly knew anything. For them she didn't exist. 

As he looked down at her now he pondered what he should do with her. Certainly not marry her; maybe keep her around as a servant, which was all she was now anyway, a servant and sexual toy. He spoke calmly and slowly, "I hate to do this, but rules are rules." 

Allyson nervously waited on the floor.

John unfastened his belt, took off his pants and underpants, walked over to the sofa and sat down, "Bend over my knees sweetheart."

Her first thought was he used an endearment. She tried to persuade herself he still loved her. She tried to convince herself this was for her own good. She pleaded with herself; John meant well. She got up and stretched herself over his knees. She pretended this was still about love.

He gently smoothed her head. He fondled her ears. He wiped his hand over her upraised ass. He used his hand to caress her lower back. He took his fingers and gently rubbed down the crease of her ass, that lovely creamy pink little ass. Almost tenderly he said, "Darling this is going to hurt me more than it will you."

Allyson knew the truth, but gave him the answer he expected, "I know I did wrong. I broke an important rule. I was a messy little maid. It isn't your fault. I'm sorry I made you mad. I'm sorry I make you have to hurt me. I'm ready for my punishment." 

He gently rubbed over that splendid heart shaped ass again. He liked her ass and more and more he liked spanking it. He liked raising deep scarlet welts all over it. He liked it when she begged him to stop. He liked looking at the scarlet impressions his hands made when he hit her, "I'm going to spank you Allyson."

"Oh please John."

"No, I think you need a real lesson this time." He spit into the palm of his hand and hammered down with the first blow. There was a sharp smack as his hand slapped across her left cheek. He repeated the act on her right cheek.

The hard hot stinging smack made Allyson wince. Her butt involuntarily bounced, her muscles rippled, and she inadvertently tried to slide away, "Oh John, please, no."

He pulled her back in place, and slapped each cheek hard two more times. Each time she bounced as his hand impacted her soft flesh. After just three swipes angry red print marks started to emerge.

John stopped, "Now I'm going to ask you a question, and I expect an honest answer."

She hadn't started to cry yet, but tears were dripping down her cheeks. She sniffled, "Yes John."

"Has anybody been to see you this morning?"

Allyson wondered if he knew Paul had been there. She guessed not, "No I've been alone all morning."

His hand came smashing down again and again on her little red ass, "Don't lie to me Allyson."

She cried out in pain. It was more than just the pain of the spanks, it was the humiliation of having to be bent over his knee and feel the swipes as though she were a child. It was her sense of helplessness, the vulnerability she felt remembering Paul had said something about Hannah having seen him, "Paul was here."

"Paul was here?"

"I'm sorry."

"Has he been here before?"

"No."

He smacked her again.

"Yes, once before."

He smacked her again, hard, "How many times?"

"Oh John! Please!" She was crying. She tried to reach back to cover her rear. 

He gripped her tightly around the waist with one hand, and pushed her hands away with the other, "How many times?"

Crying she whimpered, "Today and one other time."

"So you lied."

"I'm sorry John. I didn't mean to."

"Allyson this is serious." He pushed her off his knee and on the floor, "This calls for more than just a spanking. I'm afraid I'm going to have to really punish you now."

Allyson was terrified; this could mean almost anything, "Please John I didn't want him to come. He just came. I told him to leave. John, I told him to stay away."

"You let him in didn't you?"

"No."

"No?"

"Well yes, but only for a minute."

"Allyson, get back on the floor."

She jumped down, knelt on her knees, and tried to cover her rear with her hands. She was really crying now.

John stood up and walked to the door, "Wait here."

Allyson nodded, and through the tears answered, "Yes John."

John walked through the hall and down the back stairs to an area they'd originally designated for his workbench. He'd never gotten around to setting anything up, but he remembered he'd brought one of his old fishing rods, an old fiber glass fishing pole with a casting reel on one end. Hell, his hand was sore anyway, what could be better than a good old fashioned fishing pole? It would give his hand a break, and would be something like an old time caning. He fumbled around with the boxes till he found it. He took off the reel, and swished it around in the air a few times. Yes, the whistle of the pole made just the right sound. This was just what he needed. He made his way back to his office.

Once John left the office Allyson made a quick inspection of her rear end. The sight of the big red hand marks on her behind was daunting. She knew they'd turn to ugly blue-black bruises in a few days. This was, by far, the worse, spanking John had ever given her. She knew in her heart this was not love, but she was caught up in something she couldn't explain away or control. She heard his footsteps down the hall. She waddled back to her spot in front of the sofa.

John walked back in the office. He swung the fishing pole in air; a deceptively soft swoosh filled the room.

Allyson saw the pole. Her eyes grew wide in terror. She knew what a pole like that could do. She'd been caned before when a child. She jumped from her spot on the floor, and ran to a corner of the room, "John! No!"

John walked slowly, almost casually to the corner where she was crouched. He smiled, "John! Yes!"

Allyson curled into a tiny ball in the corner. She held her hands upwards and turned her head down and away, "No, please, no." She was crying and sobbing unrestrainedly. She was on the edge of hysteria. She knew! Oh so vividly, so frighteningly, she knew. 

John growled, "Get over by the sofa."

Allyson was paralyzed with fear. Pure, unadulterated terror swept over her. The monstrosity of the circumstances overwhelmed her. She didn't move, she couldn't move.

John's heart was pounding in his breast. His penis was rigidly erect. He'd never felt such a sense of power before. He leaned forward. He took the fiberglass pole and used it to lift her chin. In a low menacing snarl he said, "Go to the sofa."

Allyson's face was snow white. She lost all control. She peed on the carpet. No voice. No words, just gasping and crying. She cringed in the corner in utter and absolute terror.

John lost all control! He lashed down with the pole. Again and again he lashed down on her exposed back, her shoulders, on her lower waist. His was a berserk frenzied madness!

Allyson's conscious self retreated to another world, a world of relative safety. She still cried, she still wept, she sobbed, but Allyson, the real Allyson was gone. This had happened before, more than once. On more than one occasion she'd been beaten like this, in just this way, when she was a small girl.

Finally, after seven, eight, no ten savage swipes across the helpless girl's nude form John recovered his sanity. He looked at the awful thing he'd done. He'd beaten a poor innocent woman mercilessly. Her poor back and shoulders were a striped pulpy mass. What had he done?

Angrily John yelled at the helpless innocent at his feet, "Get out of here! Go to your room!"




Allyson Ch. 04



Allyson jumped to her feet and fled. Down the hall she ran. Bright red globules of blood flecked the carpet and walls as she ran. She opened and closed the door to her tiny room. She dove on the bed. She cried. Her poor sweet soft body was racked with pain. Oh how she cried.

John threw the pole across the room. He went crazy with self hate. He ripped through the room throwing and breaking everything he could touch. For ten minutes he was completely out of control; destroying everything he could. Finally, exhausted, he slumped down on the sofa and started to cry.

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Hannah was out with her new secret boyfriend. They'd just finished another round of sex and adventure in the hotel room they had come to regularly occupy. The man had just left. She got on the hotel phone and called Paul's parents. When the full time maid answered she asked if Paul was there, and if he was would she get him. 

Paul's parents had several full and part time employees; one of whom was a woman they'd hired who came in four days a week. She came Monday's through Thursdays to clean, do the laundry, and prepare noon time and evening meals. The weekends they kept free; usually eating out, having something ordered in, or occasionally cooking for themselves. Until the recent government crackdown they'd had a maid on hand twenty-four seven, but the woman they'd relied on turned out to be in the country illegally. Like many Americans they'd acquired her services through an employment agency, and had no idea that people weren't always legally in the country. 

The maid replied Paul was indeed there, and she'd go get him. Hannah waited while the woman went and got him.

Paul picked up the phone, "Hello."

"Hello Paul? This is Hannah. You remember John's fiancé? John and I were wondering, if you weren't busy maybe you and a friend might stop over this Tuesday evening for dinner; sort of a pre-Thanksgiving get better acquainted meal. 

Paul was under no illusions about the intent of any Tuesday evening meal. They had something up their sleeves, and nothing good regarding Allyson he was sure. He wasn't sure, but he bet it had to do with suspicions Hannah had about him and their live in slave girl, and he guessed they were on to who fouled up their little game with the judge. He knew one thing; a turn down would not bode well for Allyson, "Sure I'd love to. Does it matter who I bring?"

Hannah replied, "Well if you have a girlfriend that would make two couples."

Paul had it figured out. They wanted him to bring a girl. Allyson would see her, and come to the conclusion he had no real interest in her. She'd become even more dependent on John, "Sure there's a girl. What time should we get there?"

"Oh let's say six thirty. We'll have something to drink first, maybe some appetizing snacks before dinner."

"Sounds good; see you then." He hung up the phone, and thought about who he might take. That was a no brainer. He'd ask Lauren. Allyson had met her twice already, and knew there wasn't anything between them other than a very close friendship. Allyson would take one look and know he was still on her side. He knew she needed help. He couldn't let her down. Yes,thought Paul,either Allyson would break the emotional chains she'd forged or she'd remain a slave for God knew how long. Maybe she cared enough about him to want to make a move 

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John finally regained his self control. He took his time going to Allyson's room. He took the monitor out of his pocket that operated Allyson's shock collar. He turned up the setting, and punched the button. He heard her outcry from inside, and recognized she'd been sitting on the bed. He knew she'd jumped off the bed, and would be kneeling on the floor beside it. He opened the door.

"I'm glad to see you're on the floor. Stay there a moment."

Allyson nodded, dropped her eyes, but said nothing. She was still in a kind of stupor.

John walked around the bed. 

Allyson looked fearfully at the man she believed she once loved, "You aren't going to hurt, I mean punish me anymore are you?"

"I don't know. If you make me mad enough I might, and if I did it would be your fault."

Allyson had heard these same lies before when she was a foster child. It was never the man's fault; it was always hers. They'd always say if only she learned to behave, to listen, and to obey they wouldn't have to hurt her. She knew now, at last, John was just like those other men who'd hurt her when she was little. As long as she obeyed, did what she was told, did what they wanted, performed the acts they demanded she wouldn't get hurt. Well she knew the truth. John was a vicious animal. She could take it. She'd held them off when she was a child. She could hold up now. 

John stared at her like he was waiting for something.

Allyson knew what it was. She told him the lie he needed to hear, "I know it was my fault. I'm sorry." She didn't mean it. She never had before, but she knew what she had to say to survive.

John hadn't thought about what to do next. He saw the angry slashes on her back, the blood seeping down around her waist; the scarlet stains on the bed sheets. He saw the red marks on her rear. He felt uncomfortable. He was half afraid to leave her alone, but he was sure he couldn't stay. Maybe he could tie her to the bed? 

He glared at her, "I'm locking you in your room. Don't do anything stupid, and clean yourself up. You're a mess."

Allyson stayed where she was, "May I get up. I have to pee. Please?"

Guilt consumed him. If he stayed much longer he'd have to beat her again. He knew it, "Go ahead. Pee."

Allyson ran into her tiny bathroom and closed the door, from the other side she whispered, "Thank you John."

John felt a little better. Maybe it wasn't that bad after all, "Allyson I don't like playing the disciplinarian. It makes me nervous and tense. This is all your fault."

Allyson knew what might be coming. She was still terrified, "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

John smiled to himself. Things were back to normal, "Yes, come out here and help calm me down."

From behind the door Allyson knew what that meant. Ignoring the terrible pain on her butt and the tightness across her back, she rinsed off her hands and face and stepped into the bedroom, "May I please help reduce your stress?"

John grinned; he leaned to the edge of the bed and spread his legs apart.

Allyson knelt on the cold hardwood floor. She crawled over and knelt between his legs. She took his penis in her mouth. It didn't take long.

John left Allyson there on her knees, face, breasts, and hair splattered with his semen, "I'm leaving you alone so you can think about what you've done wrong. I'll see you later at dinner time. Take a shower and clean up. "He didn't wait for an answer, but left immediately, locking her door from the outside. 

John went upstairs and took a very hot shower. He wondered what he would say to Hannah.

Allyson waited till she heard his footsteps fade away. She went back into the bathroom and threw up, then she looked at the damage to her back. It was bad, but she didn't think there had been any muscle tears. She got out the alcohol. She knew that would hurt. First though, she needed a shower. She knew that would hurt too. 

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Paul got on the phone and called Lauren. He explained about the Tuesday dinner. She said she'd be more than willing to help out. She liked Paul, and she had come to like Allyson too.

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Hannah got home after her afternoon tryst, and found John asleep in the bedroom, "How's my big high powered lawyer this afternoon?"

John rose from his drowsy state to see Hannah, "Oh hi. What's up?"

"I called Paul and he agreed to come for dinner this Tuesday. He's bringing a date."

John got up, "Oh shit."

"What's the Oh shit for?"

"I had to punish Allyson this afternoon. I think I hurt her."

"You what?" 

"I whipped her? "Not hard, she'll be all right."

"I've invited people over for Tuesday. You heard me. I invited that Paul. Now what are we going to do. He'll be expecting to see her. What if she's all banged up?"

John shrugged, "Well I'm not getting into that. That's your job. You check on her." He got up and walked toward the door, "I'll be back in a jiff. Why don't we leave her tonight, and the two of us go out to eat?"

Hannah nodded. She didn't care one way or the other. She had plans of her own. These night to night decisions mattered very little anymore. She answered, "OK."

A while later John, lured like a criminal back to the scene of the crime, sauntered back down the hall to Allyson's room. He opened the door and turned on the light. 

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Allyson had been lying on the bed trying to figure out how to get out of the predicament she was in. It seemed like an almost impossible task, but she had to think of something.

Then the door opened and she saw John standing in the doorway. The aghast look on his face betrayed the way she knew she looked. 

John took one look at Allyson and knew there might not be a dinner party Tuesday night; and certainly no Allyson with them for Thanksgiving. Her rear was black and blue, and the stripes across her back were all bloody and red. 

Allyson saw the look, and saw how quickly he recovered. Yes, he was like the others. She surmised all men were basically mean. He walked over and almost menacingly peered down at her. Nothing convinced her more; if she stayed much longer he'd kill her.

John walked over and looked down at the damage he'd done. His mind was going a mile a minute; he'd had no idea he'd beaten her that badly. Well, he thought, it was her fault, she had it coming.

She was too beaten up to do very much, but if they called Paul and called off Tuesday he was sure Paul would get suspicious. John needed a plausible story; something that would throw Paul off the trail. He had to make something up; something that would explain Allyson's injuries. Hannah would know what to do.

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An hour or so later Hannah went downstairs. As soon as she walked in the maid's room she knew things was terribly wrong; it was far worse than what John had intimated. "What's up?" she asked. 

"John beat me."

Hannah could see that clearly. She pretended to play it down, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, well I guess."

"He really hit you."

Allyson looked away, "Yes, he really did."

Hannah had to find a way to play it down, "Hush up right now. I'm going to get something for those cuts. Don't get up. Don't go anywhere."

Allyson wasn't afraid of losing Hannah's approval anymore, "Don't worry. I'm not moving. I know how bad it is."

Hannah replied with a lie, "It looks a lot worse than it really is. I've seen worse beatings, and not so long ago. We'll fix you up. Paul's coming over Tuesday night. He's bringing a date. I want you to look presentable for him and his girl. OK?"

"I'll try. Can you keep John away?"

"I'll take care of John. You just rest. I'll be back in a minute."

Hannah left Allyson in the room. The last thing she did was turn out the light. Keep her in the dark she thought. Keep her as calm as possible. She doesn't need to see John that was for sure. She went back out and sat down in front of John, "Leave her alone. Don't go anywhere near her until I tell you. You're a creep John. Its one thing to give a woman a spanking, even a belt once in a while on the ass, but what you did is reprehensible. Leave her to hell alone."

John got mad, "Who are you talking to?"

Hannah didn't wait or say anything. She walked over, grabbed John's right arm, and twisted it around till she had him on the floor, "You're a sissy piece of shit John. Even I could take you. Don't forget it." She let him up.

Rubbing his arm he glared at her, "We'll see." She started for him.

He backed away.

She walked back to the kitchen to see what she could find for Allyson's injuries. As she walked back she thought about John, what a cowardly little turd he really turned out to be. Once this was all over she was out here.

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Hannah spent all that evening in the bedroom with Allyson. They talked and giggled like they used to before things had gotten so out of hand. Hannah worked industriously on Allyson's back. It was bad, and her ass was red, and swollen, but she figured by Tuesday, with the help of a lot of salves and alcohol most of the damage could be fixed. She thought if she played her cards right she could get Allyson back under control.

Over the next two days John was in and out of Allyson's room. He was unrepentant. Allyson never expected it. She only knew she was terribly afraid and she had to get out, the sooner the better. She supposed the only way out was to use Paul. She didn't want to, but she recognized, a little dishonesty on her part might cause him some pain, but for her there didn't seem to be any alternatives. It was really just too bad. Sure she was a couple years older, and he was a nice boy. Any other time; well...

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Tuesday night rolled around. Hannah made arrangements for a caterer to provide dinner. It would be seafood.

Paul and Lauren arrived at 7:00 p.m. sharp. Allyson was there to greet them and get their coats. 

Due to her back injuries and the bruises on her behind she and Hannah had modified her customary outfit. For this evening she wore a loose camisole and a comfortably fitting lime green long sleeved V-necked button up blouse. She left three buttons open to allow a clear view of her undergarment and just a hint of breast. The sleeves were slightly capped at the shoulder, and made of a translucent material that came together nicely at the cuffs. Instead of a skirt she had on a pair of light brown loose fitting slacks held at the waist with a cloth belt. For shoes she had on a pair of dark brown low heeled lace ups, and brown knee highs that were concealed by the slacks. Her hair was tied off in a short pony tail by a piece of lime green ribbon. She wore only a smidgen of brown eye liner, and a touch of clear lip gloss. No child this Tuesday night; Allyson was womanly perfection.

Paul took one look at Allyson and nearly lost his breath. She was absolutely ravishing. She smiled sweetly, if a little tremulously. When she took his coat everything he'd thought before, all the if these and if that's vanished. He knew he was in love. Sure she needed him. He knew that. And he would help too. But he knew from that moment on he needed her more than she'd ever need him.

He returned her smile with one of his own, "Hi Allyson."

She put his and Lauren's coats on hooks and demurely responded, "Good evening." She led them into the living room.

While Allyson carefully scooted about bringing drinks and crackers she quietly listened in on the conversation. As far as John and Hannah were concerned Lauren was Paul's girlfriend. They gave her the royal treatment. Of course Paul and Lauren ate it up.  

Allyson could see John's self assurance was on the rise; he was confident Allyson believed Lauren and Paul was an item and that he believed she would see herself on the outside. 

When they went in to dinner the conversation turned to Paul and his future plans.

John asked, "Have you and Lauren been together long?"

Lauren responded, "Quite a while."

Hannah asked, "You two have any plans?'

Paul and Lauren looked back and forth at one another. Paul answered, "You could say that."

John asked, "Anything you'd like to share?"

Paul smiled, "I'll announce something Thursday at Thanksgiving dinner."

Lauren asked John, "You and Hannah have any plans?"

John only smiled.

Hannah answered, "You might say something's in the works."

Paul turned to Allyson who'd been busy refilling water glasses, "How have you been?"

Allyson looked at John, then Hannah, and last back to Paul. She needed to say something. Give him some sort of signal, "I've been thinking about a career move."

John dropped his fork.

Paul was instantly alert, but gave no clue about his rising excitement He responded blandly, "Going back to college?"

Allyson shifted about the table uncomfortably, "Only if something opens up."

It was the first time Paul saw that Allyson wasn't moving exactly right. Something wasn't natural. He needed to send a signal, "I'm sure you'll find a window. You know a window of opportunity someplace."

Allyson got it, "I hope so."

Hannah didn't, she asked, "Tell me Paul I hear you're going back to school soon."

He grinned, "I have a grant to go back east and study. I might take it. I might not."

John grew serious. He wanted Paul out of the way, "You better take it while you can. You know, opportunities like that don't come around very often."

Paul kept a discreet eye on Allyson and nodded, "I know a once in a lifetime chance when I see one."

The rest of the dinner went along smoothly. Allyson did her job. Paul, John, Lauren, and Hannah all had a good time talking and joking. All the while Paul quietly watched Allyson. Yes, something was wrong, terribly wrong.

At last they finished dinner and retired to John's study. Paul and John drifted off to one corner, while Lauren and Hannah sat on the sofa. 

Lauren noticed something, "Is that blood?" She pointed to a stain on the sofa.

Hannah looked where she pointed. She'd hired people to come in and clean up the mess, but apparently some things had been missed, "Why yes it is." She turned to Allyson, "Where did this come from?"

John froze, Paul grew curious.

Allyson answered, "Oh I had an accident." She looked over at John.

Paul saw the fear on her face.

Allyson said, "I'm sorry John. I thought I got it all."

John replied woodenly, "That's all right. Don't worry."

The incident passed, but Paul wondered.

Allyson looked at him once, then again, but gave no clue.

As the evening drew on Hannah finally looked over at Allyson, "You look tired. Why don't you turn in? You can get these things cleaned up tomorrow."

Allyson smiled, "Thank you."

Hannah looked over at John. She wanted to twist the knife a little, "Allyson get ready for bed, then come down and say good night to everyone."

Allyson was surprised, a little flustered. Getting ready for bed meant putting on pajamas. Hers were white. They'd all see the bruises and the welts. She glanced at John who apparently wasn't thinking about anything. She looked over at Paul. He was. She answered Hannah, "OK."

Conversation continued for another few minutes; then Allyson reappeared. She had on a pair of white shorty pajamas. Her small breasts stood out proudly. Her vaginal crease had trapped some of the silky material of the panties revealing a beautiful camel toe. She tip toed over to John, then to Hannah and whispered good night to each. 

She tried to be careful and hide her rear and back from their guests, but Paul caught a brief glimpse of her rear end, and the angry red welts on her back were apparent. In an instant he knew almost exactly what had happened. He visibly bristled. He had to say something. Teeth clenched, white knuckled he blurted out, "Don't forget to say your prayers."

Allyson glanced over. Her frightened countenance throttled Paul. He wanted to do something. He peered over at John, but realized the man was half drunk and had no idea what was going on.

Allyson gave him a wan smile, "I won't forget."

John wasn't paying any attention. Hannah had already turned to Lauren. Paul leaned forward slightly toward Allyson and mouthed the words, "I love you." He saw the tears in her eyes as she fled the room. He knew what he had to do.

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It was 4:00 a.m. the following morning. The sky was pitch black. A singular figure stealthily crept to a kitchen window at the back of the house. Armed with a hammer, a screwdriver, and a piece of cloth he checked the window. The tools weren't necessary, Allyson had left it unlocked. Raising the pane he slid through the opening and down on the kitchen sink. In a second his black tennis shoes hit the floor. He silently slipped down the narrow hallway to the maid's bedroom. The door, though locked from the outside didn't require a key. He unlocked, opened the door and stepped to the side of the narrow bed. He knelt down, "Allyson."




Allyson Ch. 04



The woman turned her head, and opened her eyes in fright. Paul covered her mouth with his hand, "It's me. Come on."

She nodded, smiled and climbed out of the bed.

Paul wrapped her in the thin blanket she used to sleep in. He carried her back to the kitchen, relocked the window, opened the door, and sped through the yard to his waiting car. Opening the passenger's side he gently placed his heart's desire in the seat. He ran to the driver's side, got in. He reached into the glove box and extracted the small wrench needed to unfastened the disgusting collar around Allyson's neck. It was off in a second. He turned on the ignition, and sped off. 

Allyson whispered, "Where are we going?"

He smiled and answered, "Home."

Allyson laid her head back on the seat. Home, she thought. Where's home?

The drive was uneventful. Twenty-five minutes after the pick up he had her upstairs in his bedroom.

"May I see your back," he asked.

She answered, "I'd rather you didn't."

Paul responded with unabashed hurt, but recovered. "That's OK. I'll get my mother."

Allyson rolled in his direction, "No don't."

He put his hand on her lips, "Not to worry. She knows."

Allyson gave him a quizzical look.

"I told her everything, my dad too. They're furious." 

Three minutes later Paul's mom was in his bedroom, "Let's have a look at you." 

She pulled down the sheets, and helped Allyson out of her pajama top. One look and she nearly gagged, "No. You say John Hanson did this to you?"

Allyson nodded.

"Why?"

"I used the wrong stairway."

Paul's mom choked up. She started to cry, "Oh Allyson, we thought. This is terrible. Has a doctor seen this?"

Allyson shook her head no, "It's all right now isn't it?"

Paul's mom called into the hallway, "Paul get the car started. We're getting this girl to the emergency room."

Fifteen minutes later Allyson was surrounded by doctors and nurses. Some of the cuts were quite deep. Some had festered. Two required sutures. 

One of the doctors, as a matter of procedure called the police; a few minutes after that a full report was down on paper. 

One of the policemen looked at Allyson, "Do you want us to pick this Hanson character up?"

Paul started to say something, but his mother kicked his foot.

Allyson told the policeman no. 

Paul got angry, "What? You're going to let him get away with this?"

Allyson touched his hand, "It's over. I want to move on."

Paul crouched down on the floor beside her head. He whispered in her ear, "Where you're going, can I come?"

Allyson turned her head to face him. He looked scared. She realized she really liked him, liked him a lot, but love? She answered, "We'll see."

One of the nurses came in, "All right everybody scoot out of here. The doctor said she should get some peace and quiet. If after a couple hours nothing opens up, she can go home."

As Paul's mom, his dad, the nurses, and Paul retreated Paul looked back. He mouthed the words again, "I love you."

A teary eyed Allyson flicked her hand and in a gravely voice whispered, "Out."

Paul, not wanting to leave her, not knowing where he stood stepped disconsolately in the hall. He wondered out loud, "What do I have to do?"

His mom heard him, "That's not your call dear. Love commands but seldom obeys."

He coughed back a tear, "But mom."

His father gripped his shoulder, "Give it time son. She's been hurt, really hurt, and in a lot of ways. I doubt she thinks much of men, any man right now."

Paul was inconsolable. He turned to go back to her room. His father stopped him, "You've got to man up."

Paul recovered his aplomb. Though his stomach felt like a beast was gnawing it apart he told his dad, "I'll be all right."

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Inside the small room at the emergency station a young woman lay prone on a bed. Her back had been examined. Some of the wounds had been reopened and cleaned out. Others had been stitched. Paul had come. He had rescued her, but rescued her for what? She was a nobody, alone, in a strange hospital, in a strange city, with no money, no resources, and no prospects. 

End of Part Four

Notes from the author.

I apologize for the delay in this and in my other active story Love in the Cross Hairs. I had to make some money for a while.

I really like Allyson and Paul.Their story is far from over. I hope someone will read about them. If you do, please vote and leave a comment. 



Allyson Ch. 05



By mid-morning the Hanson's had managed to get Allyson back to their house. Mrs. Hanson, Audra, helped her upstairs and back into Paul's bedroom. Allyson had been given a heavy dose of antibiotics, a mild pain killer, and a sedative to calm her down. Audra was thankful the doctors had medicated her so heavily since it had made it easier to get her settled.

All the way back Allyson tried valiantly to assert herself; she insisted she'd soon be OK and able to start back out on her own. Audra knew better. This girl, and girl she certainly still was, needed help and lots of it. 

Back at the hospital Audra had made the decision she would take Allyson under her wing. She'd nurse the hapless young woman back to good health. Audra made her decision partly out of guilt. She'd treated her badly when she believed the girl was interfering with marital plans she mistakenly thought John and Hannah had made. But Audra also wanted to keep Allyson as close as she could because she so vividly saw how deeply Paul felt about her; mostly though Audra's interest in helping Allyson was about the young woman's apparent helplessness. Allyson was someone who had nobody; but a woman desperately in need of help.

Audra was quick to throw any foolish sense of guilt aside. Guilt was the kind of self absorbing emotion that accomplished nothing; it was the kind of egotistical feeling that precluded positive action and made genuine efforts to do for others phony. 

However, Audra's love for her son took on a much bigger piece of her emotional energy. Paul was her oldest son. He was a boy with a past; a past filled with difficulties and challenges. Paul nearly died as an infant. He'd had a brain malfunction that had required major surgery. It required the efforts of a world famous Hopkins doctor and years of rehabilitation to get him on track. Yes, if Paul loved this girl, she wanted him to have her. 

Yet there was still another reason Audra wanted to help this girl, a deeply hidden personal reason. Audra had three boys; three wild little hellions who'd grown to fine young manhood. They were her pride and joy, but deep inside she'd always wished for a little girl. No girls had come though, that was until now. 

She'd watched the young woman curled up in the car on the way home. Her story was still unclear, but she had a sense of who Allyson was. She could be wrong. Allyson might have come from a big happy raucous family where a loving mom and dad doted on and cared for her. She didn't think so though. Audra had ken eye and a good sense of these things She had a powerful hunch this girl never had much. She suspected this woman, this girl, never had that big happy family. 

It bothered her. She didn't think Allyson was especially pretty, though Paul seemed to think the sun rose and set on her. She just looked lost; like the the girl who never had a real Christmas, or been to a midnight mass,or sat on a Santa's knee.She wondered if she'd ever gotten that special Easter dress or that strapless prom gown. She knew she couldn't go back, but she could sure take it forward. She'd have things now. She'd see to it. 

Audra felt at odds with herself. It might be a little perverse, but she sort of hoped young Miss Allyson had never had a happy family. Audra saw this as her chance. She'd get the girl she wanted, and she'd see to it the girl got a real family. Maybe it was stupid, a pipe dream, maybe she was lying to herself, maybe she was all wrong. She didn't think so. For one she remembered Allyson's behavior when she had visited John and Hannah's. Allyson had the look of a lost and helpless waif. Audra remembered she'd felt funny treating her so curtly; she recalled the hurt looks, the repressed tears, that forlorn lost lonely look only a truly unhappy child would evince. 

Still the girl might not be any of the things she thought and wanted. Allyson might actually really be a little gold digger, a liar, a manipulator. Audra might try to help her only to get a figurative slap in the face. 

Audra knew that wouldn't happen; she didn't believe that, not for a second. Allyson was no conniver, no con artist. How did she know? She knew her son. Paul was smart. He had always been an excellent judge of character. If Paul loved her, if he cared enough to break into somebody's house and steal her away, then she was the real deal.

They got Allyson in bed. Audra turned the heat up, drew a lightweight sheet over her, closed the curtains, and turned off the lights. Before covering her she took another look at Allyson's back. She saw those angry slashes, but still had trouble believing it. What kind of monster was that John Bennett? Men didn't do things like that to women; not in her world. Audra moved a wisp of hair away from the girl's face. She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on a feverish cheek. Then she went downstairs; it was time to explain what she had in mind.

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Downstairs her three sons, her husband, Lauren and another girl, Ariel, were waiting in the family room. The Hanson's were an affluent family. Jeremy, her husband had worked his tail off, first as an associate, then as a partner to put them in the situation they were in. 

Jeremy was a tried and true self made man; a real boot strapper; the embodiment of the American dream. He'd quit high school in the tenth grade, joined the army, served a tour in Vietnam, gotten wounded, and earned a Bronze Star. He came out, and found her. 

She remembered not liking him at first; he was a brash young man with big dreams, she was a good Catholic girl, the product of parochial schools with their starched school uniforms and soft spoken tough minded nuns. Jeremy hadn't been much of anything; no religious training; no manners, and no family to speak of. But he learned and learned fast. She had four brothers, two sisters, a tough Italian father, and a hot tempered Irish mother. Yes, she remembered how they'd laid down the law; if he wanted their girl, there would be no alcohol, no carousing, no hot rodding, and absolutely no fooling around. 

Her mom and dad got him in religious classes; they made a good Catholic out of him. Then off he and she went on what they called in those days a blond scholarship. They got married, and he got money for college through the G.I. Bill. While she waited tables and washed and ironed his clothes, he studied. He got through undergraduate school in three years, and went straight to law school. Sure it was a struggle, but they loved each other, and they believed in themselves and in a country that in those days made all things possible. 

After a few years Paul came along, followed by Aubrey and Wayne. They made a nest, a happy home, and they did for their boys just what her mom and dad had done for her. It paid off; all three of their boys were on the right track. 

Sure Jeremy still had to tow the mark around her mom and dad, but it was all formality now. Her dad was retired. He'd been a plasterer all his life,a hard working man. He'd even helped build the house Jeremy and she bought. Her mom had worked at the grocery store. All her parent's kids were grown and gone, but none had moved very far away. 

Thanksgiving had become one of those special holidays. The official Thursday was for everyone to share with their married families, but everyone, all her brothers and sisters and all their children were expected at mom and dad's the following Sunday. They followed the same procedure at Christmas and Easter; just one big happy riotous mob.

Audra made her way into the family room. She had it all worked out. This was Wednesday. Thanksgiving was a day away. She'd get Allyson in the right frame of mind Thursday and then they'd bury her with love on Sunday. It would be a massacre. Allyson's old life was all but gone; her new life was just about to begin.

Audra stepped into the family room, "She's asleep."

Jeremy, her husband, had been talking to Paul. He looked up, "What's the plan?"

Audra looked everyone over. This was her little clan, her little kingdom, "She's in a pretty bad way. We can see the cuts and bruises, but there's more, a lot more. There's a lot of emotional scar there too."

Paul looked at his mom. He tapped the side of his head, "They did a real number on her didn't they."

She smiled at her oldest son, "I want you to keep your distance. I'm not sure how she feels about you right now. We only talked a little on the way back. I'm glad you weren't in the car with us. And Paul, if you get a chance, don't try to look at her back. She's really self-conscious about it."

Jeremy nodded his head in agreement and looked at Paul, "You must have predicted what would happen. I think she's uncomfortable with you right now. Do what your mother says. If you really feel the way you say you do you'll mind your mother." Jeremy could see the anguish on his son's face.

Paul responded, "I think I'll skip Thanksgiving tomorrow. Go fishing again maybe."

Jeremy scratched his chin, "Good idea." Looking at Aubrey and Wayne he added, "You two go with him."

Ariel, Aubrey's girlfriend asked, "Can I come over for Thanksgiving anyway?"

Audra smiled and nodded, "I want you too Lauren. Would either of your parents mind?"

Ariel answered, "I'll explain the circumstances."

"Don't worry. I'll be here too," replied Lauren.

Jeremy looked around the room, "Then it'll be four women and me. I can handle that."

Audra added, "I'm going to ask my mom and dad to come over. Is that all right?"

Jeremy asked, "Isn't it Scottie's turn to be host to your parents this year?"

Scottie was one of Audra's brothers. She replied, "I'll call him and his wife. They'll be good about this. Maybe I'll get mom and dad and Scottie, his wife and kids to come over right after we eat."

Wayne interjected, "That's a good idea mom. I figure Allyson will be with all of us on Sunday?"

Audra smiled broadly, "Count on it. Scottie and his wife will help her with the crowd."

Lauren looked over at Wayne, "I need to be a part of this family." Lauren was a couple years older than Wayne, and had known him as long as anyone there. She also knew he had a terrible crush on her.

Wayne blushed.

Jeremy frowned at both of them, "College first."

Everyone laughed.

Lauren turned serious, "What about the other two, John and Hannah."

Jeremy looked over, "I figure Hannah's gone by Friday. I'm not sure how much she really had to do with all this. I intend to help her if she'll let me. As for Mr. Bennett, I'll settle up with him when I get to the office this afternoon."

Audra asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jeremy replied, "Get rid of him."

She wasn't sure what that meant, but she was confident whatever it was it would be thorough and complete.

Aubrey laughed. He took up a boxer's stance,knees bent fists up, "Dad's going to put the moves on him."

Jeremy stood up, "If I'm going to get rid of him I better get to the office." As he stood to get his coat he looked at his wife, "Don't worry." He looked at Lauren, "Nothing about the man we hired OK?"

Lauren knew and understood. The head of the house was setting the table, "Yes sir."

Jeremy left. Paul, Aubrey, and Wayne went to the garage to get the fishing tackle out and hitch up the boat. 

As they walked out the back door Audra called out, "Be back for Sunday."

Wayne called back, "Right mom."

Audra looked at Lauren and Ariel, "Lauren you sort of know what sizes will work with our girl upstairs. Why don't the two of you hit the mall? Buy her some things. Make sure they're all loose fitting and pretty, but nothing childish. She's going to see my mother and father. You'll know what to get."

Lauren smiled.

Ariel blushed and answered, "I love you Mrs. Hanson."

She smiled back and responded, "I love the both of you. Between the three of us we're going to take care of our girl upstairs."

Ariel and Lauren left by the front door.

Audra turned and started back up the steps. All of a sudden she felt exquisitely happy. She had another child upstairs she needed to take care of.

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Audra had gotten Wayne to bring one of their big lazy boy's upstairs and put it in a corner of Paul's room. She sat back and, through half closed eyes, watched the young woman asleep in Paul's bed. 

She'd get all Paul's clothes and paraphernalia moved to the smaller guest room downstairs. The guest room she had in mind had become something of a personal hideaway for Jeremy the last few years. He'd set up a desk top computer, a television, and he'd bought a small bed. He used it as a place to veg when he couldn't sleep. She'd put Paul in there. 

Allyson would get Paul's room, the biggest of the boys' rooms. Paul had a desktop and a laptop. Allyson would have access to both. If she wanted a laptop of her own Audra would buy it for her. They'd fill the closet with clothes for Allyson. First Ariel and Lauren would get some stuff, but once Allyson felt better Audra imagined her with her own credit card, no limit of course, trust was everything. She'd be able to buy whatever she wanted. 

Allyson would need a car. Paul was supposed to travel east for graduate studies. She expected him to follow through on that. He had that old Chevrolet. That would do until Allyson found something she liked.

The big question was how to keep Allyson around after she recovered. Audra wondered what the woman wanted to do. What did she dream about? She was sure they could find her a job, but she thought it would be better to get her involved in something long range, maybe she could find a way to get her to go back to school, or into something that would be so interesting and time consuming she'd put off trying to leave. Audra figured, considering the condition of Allyson's back she had about two weeks to find something, or more realistically, find a way to maneuver her into something she'd really want to do. 

Audra knew she'd have no trouble with Jeremy. He liked young people. He liked it when the boys had their girlfriends around. They had the money, and it wouldn't really be money spent, it would be more like an investment, an investment in another child, this time a girl.  

She looked at the young woman asleep in her son's bed. She started to have silly thoughts, a foolish woman's fantasies. She and Paul would be a good couple. They could get married; they could have children. She'd call her Momma Hanson, and she'd be her mother. They'd shop together. When they had kids she could babysit. Maybe they could wangle a priest for Sunday; just have one on hand, maybe just to talk about God and the church. Audra slowly dozed off.

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Jeremy reached the office a little after 2:00. John was at work. He'd get his coat off, check with his secretary, look through the mail, and then call the bastard in.

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Earlier that same morning John rolled over and looked at the clock, "Holy shot!" he sat up and jabbed Hannah in the side. 

She opened her eyes, "What do you want?"

He pointed to the clock, "Look at the time."

Hannah looked, "Oh my! Where's Allyson?"

John was already out of bed. He slipped on a pair of togs and his slippers, "I'll be right back. She's really going to get it now!"

Hannah was up too, "Watch it John. Don't hurt her any more."

He was already out in the hall and half way down the steps. 

By the time Hannah reached the downstairs he'd been in Allyson's room, "She's gone," he said.

"How could that be," asked Hannah?

"I don't know. Go see for yourself."

Hannah went down the hall to the maid's room. Allyson was nowhere to be found. She walked back to the kitchen and found John standing by the door.

He pointed out in the yard, "Look."

Hannah didn't see anything, "What?"

"See the trail?"

Hannah looked at the grass. She could see where a trail was left in the frost on the grass. Somebody had walked up the backyard to the kitchen, and then left the same way. She looked at John, "Who do you suppose...?"

He didn't let her finish, "Who do you think?"

"Paul?"

He looked over at her, "What do we do now?"

Hannah was out the back door. She followed the path to the edge of the yard, and picked up the collar. She looked back at John, "We don't do anything."

He looked at her with a stupid almost dumbfounded gaze, "What do you mean, don't do anything?"

Hannah came back up on the rear porch, "Paul saw the marks on Allyson's back. He must have broken in and got her sometime in the night. He's probably stashed her some place."

"What if he took her home?"

Hannah rubbed the side of her face, "Let's go back inside."

They went back in. Hannah started a pot of coffee, "You go upstairs and get ready for work. I'll figure something out."

John looked at her, "OK, but it better be good," He disappeared up the stairs.

Hannah waited long enough for the coffee to perk, then poured herself a cup. She figured John was the one who beat her. John had the problems not her. So far all she'd done was go along with what John wanted. As far as the whole deal with the old judge she was in the clear there too. She had to keep as far away from any further involvement as possible.

John was back down,dressed and ready for work.

Hannah poured him a cup of coffee, "Don't say or do anything. The next move is up to Paul. I'm going to bet he won't do anything. He thinks he's in love with her. He's probably rubbing cream or something on her back right now."

"What if he isn't?"

"Don't worry about it. If he tries to make something of it, you'll have your office commitments to hide behind." She gave John a smarmy look, "Don't worry. He's too much like you. He doesn't have the balls." 

John glared at Hannah, "You're a bitch you know that."

She glared back, "Go to work. Act like nothing's wrong. If anything comes up. Play dumb."

John slipped on his overcoat, "See you tonight." He opened the kitchen door and walked all the way around the house to the front drive. Got in his car, and drove off.

Hannah went upstairs and packed a suitcase, then went back to get a shower.

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John tried to lie low most of the day. By 2:00 p.m. he figured if anything was going to happen it would have by then. He guessed Hannah was right. Paul was too yellow to take it anywhere. Just as he started to feel better his phone rang, "Hello Mr. Bennett. This is Mr. Hanson's secretary. He wondered of you wouldn't mind coming in to see him."

John replied, "Not at all. I'll be right there." He guessed it probably had nothing to do with Allyson.

Jeremy Hanson was seated behind his desk reading the morning newspaper when John came in, "Good afternoon Mr. Bennett. Have a seat." He pointed to a chair across from his desk.

John took a seat and crossed his legs. Assuming there wasn't anything wrong he commented, "Everything still on for Thanksgiving?"

Jeremy looked up, "Actually there's been a change of plans."

John couldn't tell what Jeremy had in mind. His face was as bland as a piece of paper, "How so?"

Jeremy didn't waste a second. He handed John an envelope, "I think this will be enough to cover your expenses."

John reached across and took the envelope, "Expenses? What for?"

"You're leaving."

"Leaving? Where am I going?"

For the first time Jeremy gave expression to what he was thinking, "To hell I hope. I've made arrangements. You'll get a year's salary. You're to turn over your client list to my secretary today. I've added a substantial amount of money to cover your departure. You'll find it all there. Use it to get out of the city. If you're gone by tonight, and stay gone, I'll write you a favorable reference."

John tried to play the innocent, "I...I don't understand."

Jeremy would have none of it, "Yes you do, and if you try to do or say anything, I mean anything. I'll have you arrested. You understand? I've seen your handy work. We have the police report, pictures of the girl's back, several doctors' testimonies, and a statement from Allyson. You try anything. I mean anything. Try to fight me, and I'll not only ruin your scummy little career, I'll see you behind bars for the better part of the rest of your young life." He smiled evilly, "How would you like twenty years or so with the brothers. I'll bet they'd have you wearing lipstick inside a week."




Allyson Ch. 05



John visibly withered, but tried again, "I...I don't..."

Jeremy pushed back his chair stood up and faced him, "We may elect mostly Democrats out here Bennett, but we're a conservative town. You get cute. Try to fight me, and I'll destroy you."

John sat immobile. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Jeremy walked around his desk. He was nearly three times as old as the bastard in front of him, but he knew he was still at least twice the man, "I'm running out of patience you little shit. How would you like it if I took a fishing rod to you?"

John got up and started to back away, "I...I don't know..."

Jeremy stalked him across the office.

John backed away.

Jeremy was right handed. Everybody knew it. Today he balled his left hand up in a fist, and in one swift move hurled a powerful overhead shot down of John's nose. He flattened it in one stroke. He moved toward the younger man with both fists raised high.

John Bennett, peerless woman beater, grabbed his nose. Big juicy tears were running down his cheeks. He'd lost his bowels. He'd shit his pants! He turned and sped for the door. 

As he ran out Jeremy shouted, "Files on my secretary's desk in five minutes, and you out of town by tonight."

John Bennett cried as he ran down the hall to his office. He hurriedly yanked out the files in his cabinet. He threw them on his desk. Pulled on his overcoat, rushed back down the hall, blood by then discoloring his crisply starched white shirt and new Herring bone sport coat; he dropped the files on the secretary's desk and made for the parking lot. As he ran he thought God damn Allyson, but he knew it was over. 

Jeremy sat down in the chair Bennett had just vacated. Breathing heavily he placed both hands on his knees, leaned forward and started to cry. He wasn't hurt. He wasn't sad. In fact he felt quite good. It was just the end of an adrenaline rush, a normal reaction to a powerful set of emotions. He thought; how could a man, any man, beat on a woman? He picked up the phone and dialed Bennett's house. He decided to call Hannah, and warn her John was on his way home. John was a coward. What he did to one woman he could certainly do to another. When he got her on the phone he warned her. He told her she should leave. Where she went he didn't care, but she should get out of that house.

By the time John reached his house Hannah was long gone; well on her way back to Los Angeles.

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Audra sat comfortably in the lazy boy. Between cat naps she watched the young woman in bed. The antibiotics the doctors had given her had been both for the lacerations and for a low grade temperature they guessed she'd been carrying since the beating. 

Around 2:00 p.m. Audra noticed the girl's sleep got more restless. She could tell she was dreaming. Whether it was the medicines she been given, her feverish state, her recent beating, or some childhood memories Audra couldn't know, but she saw the woman was in a tormented state. As she grew more restless, she tossed and turned in more erratic and more violent ways. She cried, and murmured in a soft pleading voice. 

Audra listened with increased concern. The fevered mutterings became increasingly childlike. Audra knew it wasn't the woman in bed who was pleading. It was a little girl; some poor innocent helpless little girl from out of the past pleading, begging for pity. 

She listened with heart wrenching empathy the sounds of a child, "Oh please stop. No more please. Don't hurt me. Not, please not the belt! I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. Please I'm just a little girl. No please. Not Iodine! Don't put Iodine on them. I'll be good. I promise! I'll be good..."

Audra was in tears. It was heartbreaking. How could people be so cruel? What suffering this poor creature must have gone through? What kind of childhood, what kind of life had she suffered? 

She went over and climbed in the bed beside her. She cradled the poor woman in her arms. She whispered softly, "There now, don't cry. It's all right. Don't cry. I'm here. Don't be afraid." 

Slowly the tears stopped, the crying faded, and the woman's plaintiff whiimperings drifted into a soft steady sleep. Audra vowed this woman, this poor girl, would never have to suffer through anything like what she'd experienced ever again. She'd see to it.

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A little after 4:00 p.m. Lauren and Ariel found their way back to the Hanson's. They had a car loaded with new clothes. They quietly climbed the stairs and opened the door to Paul's room where they found Allyson sound asleep swaddled snugly in Mrs. Hanson's arms.

Lauren whispered, "Well she's found another one."

Ariel brushed back a tear, "That woman's a saint."

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Jeremy got home a little after Ariel and Lauren. He found the girls in the family room watching television. After a brief conversation about what they'd bought and what they'd discovered in Paul's room he went upstairs and found the same thing. He quietly nudged his wife, "Audra."

Audra opened one eye, "I'm not asleep."

He whispered, "Ariel and Lauren are downstairs. They've got several bags piled up in the family room. You want to go down and see?"

Audra slipped away from the sleeping girl, "Keep an eye on her. She's feverish, and talks sometimes."

He smiled, "I've got her. You go on down."

Audra got up, "You took care of the other matter?"

"Yeah they're both gone."

She gave him a satisfied nod and left the room.

Jeremy took up his post in the lazy boy. He watched the girl in her son's bed. She looked so helpless, so innocent. She had a waifish look about her. She looked so small, delicate even. His instincts told him this was a good girl. 

It wasn't long before Allyson was murmuring and weeping again. He tried to hear what she said. It was hard, but he got the gist of what must have been running through her mind. 

Mixed with what he thought sounded like a young girl's pleas for tolerance, and repeated entreaties to John to stop hitting her, he heard his son's name. It was gut wrenching and rewarding at the same time. John and somebody kept hurting her, but whenever Paul was mentioned she sounded reassured, relieved even. 

Listening to her he hadn't realized how much she'd gone through. That was bad, awful bad. But then too he hadn't realized how big a role his son had played in her well being. Whenever Paul's name came up her fevered ramblings sounded hopeful, even confident. 

God he hoped her unconscious confidence in his son affirmed itself when she awakened. It occurred to him his son had literally saved her life. Would she remember? Would she respond? He knew people were funny. What was the old adage; no good deed ever goes unpunished. Would she embrace the boy who saved her, or would she push him away? 

He wanted his son to be happy. At the moment Paul was desperate to have her love, but he was young. Then again Paul wasn't any younger than he was when he met Audra. Regardless, Jeremy knew she was in more than just physical trouble. She'd need some sort of counseling, and certainly a lot of T.L.C. Would she stand still for their support? He'd seen the look in his wife's eyes. She wanted to take care of this woman. Would the woman allow it? 

Paul had put her on some kind of pedestal. Was she worth it? Only time would tell. 

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Paul and his brothers hitched their small runabout to the back of the late model SUV Wayne owned. It was a small one as sport utility vehicles went; a 1994 Chevrolet S-10 Blazer. He'd bought it used with money he'd saved. 

Paul reflected on how their father wasn't one to just hand things out. Big ticket items like cars or boats had to be acquired the hard way. But dad didn't stint when it came to insurances or repairs. 

The boys were accustomed to watching their father check tires for wear, or periodically get behind the wheel of a vehicle to see if the breaks or steering worked properly. If his dad didn't like the way something handled he'd get it fixed; then he'd politely leave the bill on one of their bureaus, that was if the bill wasn't exorbitant. That didn't mean they got off easy though. If something was wrong and he'd noticed and commented on it and nothing was done he was quick to lower the boom.

Paul loved his father. His brothers did too. He was a hell of a guy. If any of them did something wrong, stepped out of line, or Heaven forbid, back sassed their mother he was right there ready to lay down the law. Paul liked it that their dad never hit them, but he could sure yell. Brother he had one loud deep voice. 

Only once did he ever see his father really grab one of them. One day Wayne had come home and announced he wanted to buy a motorcycle. Dad picked him and threw him against the wall. He shouted something about how if he wanted to get killed he would just as soon do it himself. They all got the message. Some things were simply off limits.

Paul remembered how Wayne hadn't liked being thrown around, but he sort of did like it too. It was proof about how their father felt about them. 

Their mom and dad were both determined they all got a good education. They went to public schools, but they were expected to take the hardest classes. Dad had gotten them all into scouting too. They were all Eagle Scouts. 

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With the boat hitched to Wayne's Blazer they all piled in and took off for the woods. There was a State Park not far away, and their boat was registered so they could either fish from the boat or run it out to one of the small islands and fish from there. 

Paul knew his brothers weren't along just for the fishing. They were there to keep an eye on him. The three of them had a lot to say on the drive out.

For the first hour or so talk was directed at where to put the boat in, the weather, and how long they should stay out. They had a small tent in the back of the car, but they hadn't picked up anything to eat. They solved that problem by stopping off at one of the food marts. They didn't buy anything fancy, just a few cans of ravioli, some spam, a couple cans of corn, some dried meat, and the usual toiletry items. Aubrey bought a lottery ticket.It wasn't supposed to be some big camp out. If they wanted more or different stuff they could always slip back into one of the nearby convenience stores.

They were on the road for about an hour when the conversation finally got around to the girls. It was pretty dead on about Ariel and Aubrey. They were so close you couldn't get a piece of tracing paper between them, and all three knew Wayne had been carrying a torch for Lauren for years. They only hoped she wasn't side tracked by one of the dozen or so other boys who were after her. Yes, Lauren was quite a catch. She was pretty. She was smart, and she had one hell of a personality. 

Finally they got to the main event.

Aubrey started it off. He looked at his brother, "You really like her don't you."

Paul responded, "Yeah, I guess I do."

Wayne added, "I didn't see. But I guess she got pretty badly beaten."

Paul nodded, "I didn't see anything either. Mom wouldn't let me, but she said it was bad."

It was Aubrey's turn, "I'm glad you didn't let us do anything that day we first met her."

Wayne chimed in, "Me too."

Paul added, "Me three." He remembered that first day. They'd stripped off her clothes, tied her hands up, and were making ready for a big sex fest. He was glad now he'd used the head on his shoulders and not the one between his legs.

Aubrey asked, "So what if she decides she doesn't like you?"

Paul looked out the window, "I don't know."

Aubrey added, "You've got to be prepared for that you know."

"I know," answered Paul.

Wayne was driving so he had to mind the road, but he still had something to offer up, "I hope she likes you. I don't know much, but I like her. I think she'd fit right in. The girls like her too I think."

"She's pretty enough," commented Aubrey. He went on, "And did you see how mom looked at her? She always wanted a girl."

Paul jibed, "I thought she had one."

Wayne laughed, "Yeah Aubrey."

Aubrey made as if to punch him, "You're the mommas boy Wayne."

Wayne laughed, "We both know the truth." 

Wayne and Aubrey both leered at Paul. Paul ignored them and looked out the window.

They rode on in silence for a few more miles before Paul said anything, "I never met a girl like her before. She's had it pretty tough; it's messed her up too. She wanted to be a doctor but the creep talked her out of it. I bet she'd be a good doctor." He had a melancholy look when he mumbled, "I know she's not the prettiest, but I really like being around her."

Aubrey looked his brother over carefully, "You act like you already lost. That's not like you."

Paul replied despondently, "I think I have. Lost I mean. I think she sees me and sees John and thinks about what happened. You see I sort of told her what was going to happen." 

Aubrey shrugged, "Shit."

Wayne tried to put a good face on things, "Maybe not. Maybe she won't."

They drove on to the lake. It was going to be a somber fishing trip.

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Allyson didn't wake up until after 9:00 p.m. Audra was back in the room seated on the chair reading a novel. Allyson looked around. At first she didn't know where she was. She asked, "Where's Paul?"

Audra answered, "The boys went fishing. They won't be back till Saturday night."

Allyson was confused. She shivered and asked, "What day is today?"

"It's Wednesday night. I can call Paul and get him if you want."

Allyson answered, "No never mind." She did and didn't know what she wanted. She wanted to see Paul. It wasn't just that he'd rescued her. It was just, well she just. She felt like she needed someone. No not someone, she needed him, but she didn't want to force him into anything. 

Her mind began to wander. It drifted off into one of those dark forested areas where nothing was clear, where anything and everything lurked in the shadows; the habitue of hope, uncertainty, fear, and despair. She thought, Paul; he had a future. What did she have; nothing, only a lot of scars on her back. He was the only person she could talk to, but she was afraid. She dare not try to take advantage of him. He never judged her. She knew he wanted to tell her what to do, but he never did. 

He was waiting for her to make some kind of choice. She already had, sort of. But he was so young; she would only pull him down. She felt like they had this connection, or was the connection only her imagination, was it just her clinging, and his sense of duty. 

Allyson wanted to run. She wanted to stay. She wanted to just to scream. She was drowning. That was it! She was like the drowning swimmer whose only escape was in drowning the person who'd save her. Suddenly everything was clear; if she turned to Paul she'd only drag him down. She could never do that to him. Just as suddenly her true feelings came vividly into focus. It was like sky opened up. Oh God no! Why him? 

Audra watched her. She saw the confusion, the indecision, "If you want I can get him on his cell phone."

Allyson tried to get up. She tried to stir, but she was so weak, "I have to leave." 

Audra was at the bed, "No you don't, not yet anyway. The doctors want you to rest. They said at least a week. We made a follow up appointment for next Thursday."

Allyson broke into a cold sweat. She involuntarily whimpered. Her body started to shake. A week she thought? She'd never make it. She'd give in, "Next Thursday. I can't wait that long," She tried to move again but fell back on the bed.

Audra was immediately beside her, "You're taking a lot of medicine. You're back is seriously infected. The doctors are afraid you might be septic. Please let us take care of you; at least till next week."

Allyson fell back on the pillow. She thought, better the fishing rod. But she was so tired, "OK."

Audra breathed a sigh of relief. She thought again; a week. I've got a week. She watched as the young woman drifted back toward restfulness. This time it looked like it might be real sleep, not something filled with fever. She stepped in the hall. She punched in Paul's cell phone number. 

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Out by the lake Paul's phone rang two times. He shuffled it from his pocket, and flipped it open, "Hello."

"Hello Paul?"

"Mom?"

"Maybe you should come home. She's asking for you."

"Is she all right?"

"I think she needs someone she can talk to."

"OK mom we'll be home in the morning." He turned to his brothers, both of whom were wide awake and trying to listen in. Paul announced, "We have to get home. Allyson's asking for me."

The three young men started to break camp. Paul kept his thoughts to himself, but he was worried, scared even. She wanted to see him. Maybe she needed him? Maybe she wanted to blow him off? Maybe this was a good thing? Maybe not? What did his mom say; something about love? He remembered something else; something about not keeping a bird in a cage. The bird had to be allowed to fly before you could be sure. Oh hell what was it? What did it matter? She wanted to see him. He needed to see her. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving; the day the Pilgrims' prayers were answered, the day they put the past behind them and started to look ahead with hope, with heart. 

Paul moved with increased eagerness, there was anticipation in his step. They'd never really ever kissed. He'd dreamed of holding her in his arms, caressing her soft cheeks, smoothing his hands over her woman's body. Could it be, he thought? He'd love to be able to take her out on a real date, have dinner at a nice place, see her dressed like a real woman and not some artificial child fantasy. He'd show her off. They could talk, make plans, share their hopes, dream about the future, a future they'd have together. OK, he was only twenty-one, but he knew.

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Back at the Hanson's Paul's mother had just stepped from the room, Paul's room. Allyson was groggy, barely awake. She was trapped in some kind of miasmic swamp. The more she thought the tighter the constraint. Was this what it was like to be trapped in quick sand; the more one moved the deeper one sank. What did she want? Did she really want Paul? 

What would Paul do if she said the three words she knew he wanted to hear? Would he crush her in his arms and kiss her; treat her like the woman she was, like the complete person she wanted to be? Would he hold her and hug her like a woman grown? Would he insist they go out, go out like man and woman, husband and wife; be seen as a loving couple, true companions, equals before the eyes of God and man. 

Or would he degrade her like John had done? What if he expected her to kneel at his feet like some collared dog, would he make her put her lips to his penis, then order her to wrap her mouth around it while he pet her as though she were some trained animal, then run his hands through her hair as she sat slavishly between his legs fondled and patted only to insist he complete her humiliation by holding her head tightly against his crotch as he poured his semen down her throat. No, not Paul, not him, he was good.

Allyson reached down and touched her thighs.She felt her woman's fluids slowly escape from the crease between her labia. It wasn't about that.

She pressed her hands against her too small breasts. She put her fingertips to her ugly misshapen face then to her lips. She ran her fingers through her mousy brown hair. She squeezed her hands against her temples. He was physics. He was string theory. What was she? God help her; she was washed dishes and ironing. She knew she had no right. Certainly not... And yet. And yet she needed to talk. She needed to talk to Paul. She prayed... No! Should she? Would he? Was she even slightly worth it?

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This is the end of part five. 



Allyson Ch. 06



At first the call from Audra caught the boys off guard, but they quickly recovered. While Wayne pulled the sleeping bags out of the tent and rolled to them up, Paul loaded the fishing gear and coolers. Aubrey soon had the tent down, and after a walk over to clean up any litter they were on their way. 

All three were tired so to keep awake they started to chatter. A number of things came up, but in the back of everyone's mind there was only one topic that anyone cared about. 

"So she wants to talk. What do you think it's about?" asked Wayne.

Aubrey was in the front seat. He punched his brother on the arm, "What do you think stupid?"

Paul shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe she's lonely. I guess she's afraid."

Wayne supposed, "You think this could be the big...you know?

Aubrey got ready to punch his brother again, but Wayne flinched so Aubrey relented, "What else could it be?"

"I don't know," was Paul's desultory reply.

"You know." hinted Aubrey.

"No I don't know," responded Paul.

"Come on Paul," Wayne jibed.

"You come on. I really don't know." Paul jibed back.

Aubrey laid it out, "She wants to either tell you she's loves you, or she wants to say good bye."

Wayne looked at Aubrey, "Don't worry. The good bye's are out. Mom won't let her leave, not yet anyway."

Aubrey answered, "She can't make her stay."

Wayne retorted, "Yes she can."

Paul listened to his brothers; he remembered they'd had an Uncle Pete who'd been diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. All through his last weeks they'd stuck by him. They tried to keep his spirits up. Paul remembered every once in a while Pete would look at them as if to say, 'I know you boys care, but I'm the one dying, and no matter what you say its still just doesn't matter. You know its still me that's got to go.' Paul felt that way right now. His brothers only wanted to help, but he knew the awful truth. She'd dump him. Oh sure she'd do it the right way. She'd be graceful, sincere, and all, but dump him she would. He knew the reasons too; she'd say he was too young, too immature, not ready for prime time. He knew too; those weren't the real reasons. The truth was she was just afraid, afraid she might hurt him, afraid he might hurt her. It hurt. It hurt a lot. He knew there was no argument, no magic answer. She had to play it out on her own. He could only watch, hope, pray, and be there. 

Aubrey saw Paul had been drifting off. "Paul, you think so?"

Paul looked up, "Think what?"

"That mom won't let her leave."

Wayne didn't wait for Paul. He verbally hit back, "I know so, and so do you."

Aubrey looked at Paul, "What do you think." 

Paul shrugged, "I don't know."

Wayne looked at Paul, "You don't know anything."

"I know I don't want her to leave. I want her to tell me she loves me. I want to keep her in my life. I might even want to marry her some day. Yeah I'd like that."

Aubrey asked, "You mean some day, but not right now."

Paul slumped, "I don't think either of us is ready for that yet. I'd like her to be there though. I mean if we ever are ready."

Wayne asked, "What if she's ready now?"

Paul answered quickly, "I'd marry her. I'd marry her today. This morning if that's what she wanted."

They drove on for several miles without any further comment. The brothers were each considering what to say next.

At last Aubrey asked, "What if she wants to leave. Say good bye I mean. Just ditch you and move on."

Paul didn't wince, but he sure gave a good imitation of it, "You already said it. Mom won't let her just leave. She'll find some way to keep her around."

Wayne asked, "And if mom does keep her around?"

Paul leaned back. A little more confidently he asserted, "Then I'll still be in the game."

Wayne asked, "What can we do? To help I mean."

Paul looked at his brother for the first time. "You two just be yourselves. The more natural you two are the better it will be for me."

Aubrey raised an eyebrow, "You think so?"

Paul looked out the front windshield. It was like he was trying to peer into the future, "I know so."

No one said anything for another twenty minutes, but the morning was getting a little long in the tooth, the sun was up. They were hungry. As they approached the lights of a small town Aubrey espied a Denny's, "Let's stop and get something to eat."

Paul was hungry but argued, "No let's keep going."

Wayne was driving. He was hungry, and he wanted to think some more before they got home, "No let's stop and eat."

Paul was a little put off by his brothers, "Let's get some carry out."

Aubrey demurred, "No let's go in."

Wayne had the final word, "We're going in."

Paul shrugged again.

Wayne pulled the Blazer into the parking lot. They all got out and went in. Aubrey and Wayne were determined to drag things out as long as possible. They both independently surmised Paul shouldn't be allowed to rush into anything, not anything that seemed this important. 

For sure they could remember Paul had always been backward, even fearful, when it came to girls; a leader true, and older brother always, but when it came to girls he was a basket case. They knew he liked girls; that wasn't it. He just froze around them. Even Lauren, after all the years they'd been around, even she could still break him down. Allyson was the first girl he seemed to really care about. When he talked about her he was a different person. They couldn't let this one get away.

The two younger brothers looked back and forth at each other and at Paul. They were both thinking the same thing. There had to be a way to keep things going. They had to find something that would keep Allyson around.

Paul realized the drive home, and his chance to hear what Allyson had on her mind would take a little longer. He wondered; was he the condemned man like Uncle Pete, or the lucky man for whom a miracle cure would be found at the last moment. Whatever the outcome, he guessed it could wait a little while longer.

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Allyson slowly started to awaken. She was in that semi-dream state half way between arousal and sleep. She was still heavily sedated, and the antibiotic they'd prescribed caused drowsiness. She couldn't remember where she was. In fact she couldn't remember much of anything. Her back really ached. She remembered the beating, Paul had rescued her. She thought, 'Paul'.

She remembered she was at Paul's parents. She wanted to go back to sleep. It had been so good. She'd been dreaming. She pulled the warm soft quilt up over her head. She snuggled back into the thick pillow. She smelled it. It had a faintly familiar fragrance. No fragrance was a bad choice of words. This had its own aroma; a man's aroma. 

She curled more tightly into a small comfortable safe little ball, like a warm fetus she tried to huddle into the tiniest of spaces. Her back really hurt. She didn't care. She wanted to go back to sleep but couldn't. That aroma, that scent, it was like Old Spice, a man's after shave. Paul had come into her small room back where she used to stay, back at John's. He'd wrapped her in a blanket and carried her away. She remembered how she'd clung to him. She'd wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. She'd nestled her head under his chin. That was when she first noticed the Old Spice. It was his smell. 

Allyson couldn't quite get back to sleep. She lay curled in the warmth of Paul's big bed, wrapped under his big heavy quilt, her head on his pillow. She felt safe. She burrowed her head deeper in the pillow. 

She remembered when she was little the men at the foster homes all their own aromas. Some had that sickly sweet smell of deodorant over body odor. Others used those strong fruity smells; some used nothing and just stunk. John had been a fruity smell guy. One of the foster care men she remembered used Old Spice. She had liked him. She'd trusted him. He'd never looked at her in that smarmy way men had when they looked at girls; he'd never tried to touch her. Paul had that man's smell. Just coincidence she was sure. It never mattered before, but somehow it seemed to matter now. 

She pressed her head deeper in the pillow. Paul had the right smell, or was it the right smell because it was Paul's?

She couldn't get back to sleep. She pulled the quilt down and squinted out across the room. Paul's mother was next to her asleep in a big chair. There was a robe at the foot of the bed.

Allyson quietly climbed off the far side of the bed. She crept down and slipped on the robe. God her back was sore. She could tell this was an older house, well built, solid hardwood floors that didn't creak. She made her way to the door, silently opened it and sidled awkwardly down the hall. 

She kept one hand against the wall as she sneaked toward the stairs. The wall was cool; old plaster, real plaster, not drywall. She imagined this house was like a mansion when she'd first seen it back at the end of summer. That had been when she'd come as a baby sitter. The place had looked so big, so stately. As she reached the top of the stairs she realized this was more than a mansion; this was a home, a real home.

She carefully inched down the stairs one step at a time. Her back was really stiff. She ached all over. There were things she noticed that made the place more like a home at every step. There were faint hand marks on the stairway walls, some were little, children's hand prints, some were bigger. She imagined some of them might be Paul's when he was a little boy, some when he was older. She smoothed the tips of her fingers over the smudges, 'Paul's little child's fingers might have done this.' 

She reached the bottom of the steps and briefly stopped. Half fearful she might have awakened Paul's mom she looked back up the steps. Her back really bothered her. She didn't want to get caught roaming around their house. She didn't want anyone to accuse her of snooping around.

She checked out the carpet on the stairs. It was well worn; she imagined a lot of feet, children's feet, had used these steps. She'd been on these steps before. She sat down for a moment. 

The last time she was on these steps was when the boys had trapped her and stripped off her clothes. Paul had tied her hands behind her with the laces from her shoes. She'd been really scared. He'd tied her hands really tight. She'd talked really fast. The other two had that look; that look like she was some piece of meat. Paul had been behind her so she never saw his facial expression. It didn't matter, he had listened. She reflected on how he always listened. He listened to her that day especially. She liked that now. No matter what; he always paid attention to her.

She remembered John. He always pretended to pay attention, at least at first. She knew he only pretended. Later when Hannah came he seldom listened, he always talked down to her, treated her like she was a child; his pet or some play thing. 

Allyson got up and walked over to the sofa where they'd let her sit down and get dressed again. She looked around the room. She liked it here. She really liked it. She imagined herself reclining on the sofa, reading a novel or playing on her cell phone. It all looked so warm, so inviting. 

She fantasized about growing up in this house. She would have been the oldest child, the older sister. She would have taken care of the boys, helped them with their homework, she could have helped Mrs. Hanson do things like the dishes and the laundry. She would have enjoyed doing chores here. She just knew Mrs. Hanson had to have been a great mom. She probably read stories to the boys when they were little. She bet Mrs. Hanson would have read stories to her too. That would have been so great, a real mom. She slapped herself back to reality. That never happened. 

Thirsty, she thought she'd find the kitchen; maybe get a drink of water. She walked through the dining room. Somehow she knew where everything was, where everything was supposed to be. 

As she slipped through the dining room she saw pictures. There were pictures everywhere, all over the place. Of course, she recognized who they were. There were the boys plastered all over the walls. She saw lots of Paul. The other two were there too. She just couldn't remember their names. There was a picture of them in some kind of uniform. They were wearing Boy Scout uniforms. Paul was a Boy Scout! Well that figured! Once that might have been funny; it didn't seem funny anymore, Paul the Boy Scout, Paul the good deed doer. Allyson sniffed. He really was good. 

There were a couple pictures of Lauren. She liked Lauren. She thought how great it would be to have a friend like Lauren. They could've had sleep overs, shared their dreams, talked about boys, dressed the same way at school, and done all the things best friends did.She thought about Lauren and Paul; that made her a little jealous.

There was a small picture of a man and woman in tuxedo and wedding dress. That had to be Paul's mom and dad. Gosh, they looked happy. This was a happy room; a happy room in a warm and happy home. What a really special place. It must have been wonderful growing up here.

Allyson felt a little bit like she wanted to cry. Everything she'd ever wanted. All the things she'd ever dreamed about when she was a little girl were right here. There really were places like this; families. 

Still thirsty she found the kitchen. She looked around. It was just what she expected; a weathered kitchen table,a white refrigerator covered in magnets and notes, a counter-top with a micro-wave, and a sink. There was a turkey in the sink. Above the sink there was a cupboard. She saw the coffee maker, the scratched up chairs, a broom in the corner, a toaster all marked up with finger prints.

Allyson went to the cupboard next to the window that was above the sink. Yep, there they were; the glasses. She found a big one, and filled it from the sink. She hefted it to her lips and swallowed down a good draught. Boy that was good!

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Jeremy heard noises in the kitchen. He'd been asleep in his little cave; that's what he and Audra called the little room they'd set up across from the kitchen. He'd used it more and more of late as a place to rest, relax, watch television, and work on the computer he had. It was a mixed office and bedroom. He could work or sleep as the spirit summoned him.

Since Allyson had been ensconced in Paul's room with Audra there to play nurse, Jeremy agreed his part was to do the early morning Thanksgiving preparations. He'd already gotten the bird out, stacked the canned foods, and placed the frozen packages in the refrigerator.

He checked the dial on the radio clock. It was still too early to get the bird in the oven. He wondered who was in the kitchen. Maybe it was Audra? Maybe she needed some help, or more likely reassurances that he could handle the turkey properly? He quietly got out of bed, slipped on a pair of old denim jeans and slippers and padded into the kitchen.

It was Allyson. She hadn't heard him come in. He cautiously whispered, "Good morning. Can I help you with anything?"

Allyson turned around. Visibly surprised and frightened she diffidently replied, "No. I'm all right."

Jeremy saw she was scared, "Hi, I'm Jeremy, Paul's dad. You remember me I hope."

Allyson recognized his face, but was too groggy and too heavily medicated to know much. She answered, "Sure, I was just thirsty; thought I'd get some water." She took her glass and backed away.

Jeremy watched as the young woman moved to the other side of the table. His first thought was he was watching a scared kitten trying to put objects and distance between itself and something it perceived as a threat. He pretended not to notice. He went to the cupboard and got a glass. He poured himself a tall water, "I'm with you. There's nothing like a glass of water when you're really thirsty."

Allyson didn't say anything. She watched the older man with dread.

He pretended everything was as it should be, "Think I'll make a pot of coffee." He reached for the empty pot and filled it at the sink. Then he opened a second cupboard, got out the filters and a can of coffee. He asked, "You want some?"

Allyson had recovered some of her poise. She wasn't so much afraid as she was worried he might have thought she'd been scavenging. She murmured, "Yes, thank you."

Jeremy scooped the coffee into the filter and put it in the coffee strainer, "It won't take long. Let's sit down." He pulled out a chair on his side of the table and sat down. 

Allyson didn't move.

Jeremy decided it was time to offer some reassurances, "You needn't be afraid of me. I'm Paul's dad. You know, the dad?"

Allyson leaned back against refrigerator, "I know."

He didn't try to move. He was an old hand when it came to kids. He was going to put this girl at ease if it killed him. He pointed at the water filled sink, "Look, see the turkey?" He pointed to the stacks of cans on the counter, "See the cans? I'm supposed to get Thanksgiving dinner ready. You know Audra's upstairs taking care of this sick little girl who lives with us now." He tried to watch her with a bland expression hoping she didn't see through him. It had just occurred to him he really did want her to stay.

Allyson still didn't move, "She was asleep. I didn't want to awaken her."

The coffee was ready. Jeremy remained seated, but pointed to the refrigerator, "Would you get out the half and half, while I get two cups?" He got up and reached for two cups.

Allyson turned, opened the refrigerator and got out the cream. She pushed it across the table.

Jeremy poured two cups. He placed them both on the table and sat down. He had to say something, "Look I know you've had a tough time. It's OK now. I'm the father around here. No one's going to hurt you while I'm here. I promise."

Allyson sat at the table. She didn't take the proffered coffee. She watched Paul's father.

It wasn't that he was losing patience. He just wanted to be as reassuring as possible, "I mean it Allyson. I saw what that creep did to you. I got so mad I punched him in the nose." He smiled and made like he punched his own nose, "He cried too."

Allyson's eyes grew as wide as saucers, "You punched John in the nose?"

"Sure did. He cried and ran out of my office."

"Why did you do that?"

Jeremy was a little taken aback, "Allyson. He beat you up. He hit a girl. Men don't hit women. Besides, you're my Paul's girlfriend. You're one of the family."

"You hit him in the nose."

Jeremy nodded.

"You hit him and he cried."

Jeremy nodded again.

"You hit him because of what he did to me."

Jeremy nodded a third time.

Allyson was confused, "He won't?"

"You'll never see him again. Never, I promise." He pushed the half and half in her direction, "You want any sugar?"

Allyson accepted the half and half, "No thank you." She poured some of the creamer in her coffee. She took a sip, "Paul was a Boy Scout."

Jeremy smiled, "Still is. So are Wayne and Aubrey. They're all good boys."

She took a sip of coffee. She said more to herself than to Jeremy, "So you punched John in the nose and he cried."

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Upstairs Audra awakened and saw Allyson wasn't in bed, "Allyson?" She looked around the room. She checked the small adjoining bathroom. She surmised Allyson must have gone downstairs. She slipped on her robe and slippers and started downstairs. She got all the way to the dining room when she heard them in the kitchen. She silently pulled out a dining room chair and sat down to listen.

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Back in the kitchen Allyson told Jeremy, "You know Paul likes science."

"He likes Physics."

"Yes, he's going back east to study."

"He might."

"You think he might not go?"

"He's worried about you Allyson. I think if you aren't OK he'll probably decide to stay here."




Allyson Ch. 06



Allyson frowned, "He can't do that. He has to go east and continue his studies."

Jeremy smiled, "He cares a lot about you. I don't think he'll go anywhere if he's not sure you'll be safe."

This troubled Allyson. How did Paul's studies suddenly become her responsibility? Her mind was muddled; probably from what happened and from the medicines. She knew two things; one she was nothing and two Paul's future was the most important thing. Why did everything have to be so complicated? She felt a little queasy, "I want to go back to bed."

Jeremy stood, "Want me to help you?"

Allyson started to answer but never got the chance.

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In the dining room Audra knew when it was time to make an entry. She walked into the kitchen, "Oh there you are." She walked over and felt Allyson's forehead with her hand. Not satisfied she leaned forward and pressed her lips to her forehead, "You're still very warm. Let's get you back to bed."

Allyson looked up. Her eyes were watery. 

Audra wasn't sure of it was the fever or if she was getting ready to cry. She helped her to her feet, "Come on sweetheart."

Allyson leaned her weight on the older woman, and together they started back upstairs.

As they started out of the kitchen Allyson leaned back around and looked at Jeremy, "Thanks for the coffee." She perked up a tiny bit, "You say he cried?"

Jeremy smiled broadly; then he took one fist and softly punched it into his other fist, "He sure did. I really got him." 

As the two women started down through the dining room he heard Allyson say, "Did you know your husband punched John Bennett in the nose?"

Then he heard his wife, "My husband doesn't like it when a man hurts a woman, and besides you're one of the family now."

Allyson breathed a deep sigh and let Paul's mom help her back upstairs and into bed. 

As she lay down Audra asked, "May I check your back?"

Allyson sat still while Audra took off her nightie, looked her over and applied a little more of the medicated salve. Then she pulled out a soft silk nightshirt, one of the items Lauren and Ariel had bought the day before, "Here slip this on honey." She gently wiped a few errant fronds of hair away from her face, "Lie down sweetheart."

As Allyson lay back down Audra pulled the quilt up and helped her lay her head on the big pillow, "Go back to sleep now. The boys will be home soon."

Allyson put her head back on Paul's pillow. She sniffed at the old spice in the covers. She drifted off to sleep thinking of Paul, his heroism, and who he got it from.

Audra sat back down in the lazy boy. She thought about what she'd heard. It might be easier than she thought. She was convinced Allyson had very strong feelings about her boy. Maybe not love, they were both too young anyway, but she bet there wasn't much Allyson wouldn't do for Paul right now. Next was to find something meaningful for Allyson to do. If she could keep her home then everything just might work out. A cloud drifted over her emotionally. She hoped she wasn't deceiving herself. No, she had to trust Paul's judgment, and her own.

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The boys finished at Denny's and drove on home. Over tired and over fed Wayne pulled the Blazer into the drive. All three climbed out and slumped their way into the house. Wayne and Aubrey made beelines for their respective bedrooms. 

Paul had other concerns. His bedroom had been appropriated, and though exhausted, he hoped to be able to satisfy Allyson's request and see her.

He stepped in the kitchen and saw a fresh pot of coffee. It wasn't the same pot Jeremy had fixed earlier; that was two pots ago. This was a brand new freshly made brew. 

Paul stumbled over and grabbed a cup. He looked at his father who was busy opening cans, "Mind if I have a cup?"

Jeremy, not bothering to look up, answered, "Help yourself."

Paul poured a cup and asked, "Have you seen Allyson?"

"She was up earlier. We had a cup. She went back to bed."

"How's she doing?"

"I don't know Paul. I don't do girls."

Paul knew better, "Come on dad. What do you think?"

"About what?"

"Oh dad, you know. What do you think?"

"She's still in very bad shape. Her back's worse than it looks. She has trouble moving. She's still got a fever. Your mom's looking after her."

"I know all that. I mean, well, you know."

Jeremy wasn't in the mood to volunteer more than necessary, "No what."

"Did she say anything?"

"Say anything about what?"

"Dad, did she say anything about me?"

Jeremy could have said a lot right then, but he kept it close to the vest, "Don't get your hopes up son. The girl's been through a lot, I already told you I'm afraid she has a pretty low opinion of men. If I were you I'd be pretty careful."

Paul needed to know more, "Careful about what?"

Jeremy was hesitant but continued, "I think she likes you. She's grateful for what you've done, but I don't know if she feels anything special."

"You mean like love?"

"Don't confuse gratitude with love. She knows what you did for her. She wants you to be happy. She's worried about your future, but I'm not sure she sees you in her future."

Paul was crushed. He had his fantasies. He thought maybe, well..., "What do you think I should do?"

Jeremy turned around and stopped what he was doing, "Don't be pushy. Tell her how you feel, and leave it at that. If she feels the same way she'll tell you."

"What if she doesn't?"

Jeremy moved closer, "Paul you are who you are. Just be yourself. She's watching. If you're what she's looking for, if she's even looking, she'll let you know."

Paul waited for more, but his father was through. 

Finally he said, "That's a tough one."

Jeremy chided, "It is what it is."

Paul changed the subject, "Is there any place I can crash for a while?"

Jeremy pointed to his hide out, "Back there."

Paul nodded and ambled over to the backroom door. He turned around, "Wake me in a little while."

Jeremy growled, "Get some rest son. You'll be in a better place once you get some sleep."

Paul turned and closed the door. He didn't think sleep would come. He was wrong. He was sleep before his head hit the pillow. The last thing that went through his mind was Allyson. He'd known her how long? Four months? This was Thanksgiving. Christmas was coming, and then he was off to school. If his mom could keep her around he'd have his chances. He went to sleep. He dreamed about a tiny little girl with big green eyes.

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Allyson reawakened. Audra watched as the younger woman tried to move around. She could tell her back was still bothering her, "Good morning again."

Allyson glanced over, "Oh hi again."

Audra asked, "Can I get you anything?"

"No I'm all right."

"How about a warm tubbie?"

"I can manage."

"You sure?"

"I think so."

"Hey look I'll just sit out here, if you need anything just call out."

"OK." Allyson slowly got up, wrapped herself in the robe the girls had bought her, and stumbled into the tiny bathroom. She slipped the robe off and lurched around looking for soap and shampoo. Everything was close by. She leaned over and turned on the water. She set it as hot as she thought she could bear it. Stiff and sore she tried to climb in the tub, but try as she might it was just too much. She sat on the side of the tub and started to cry. She wanted to do for herself. Why was everything so hard? This just wasn't fair.

Outside in the bedroom Audra heard the younger woman sniffling, "You sure you don't need anything."

Allyson called back, "No I'm all right." She tried to get in the tub again. Though she tried to cover it up she kept crying. 

Audra came to the door and saw the problem, "Here sweetheart, let me help you in." She moved to the young woman and gingerly got her hands under her arms and lifted till she was able to slide in the tub. Audra knew right away the water was much too hot, "Let's put some cool in honey." She turned off the hot tap and let the cool flow.

Allyson didn't want to be helped, she didn't want to be treated like a child, but she felt so terrible, "I'm all right now, Thank you."

Audra didn't leave. She took her hand and gently wiped several fronds of hair from her face. The welts on her back though still bright red had started to close. The mother in her was working overtime, "Let me help you. Won't you please let me help you?"

Allyson was tired of being somebody's little girl. All that had done was cause a lot of pain, but she had to admit to herself she needed help, 

"Maybe you could wipe my back a little."

"Of course," Audra took the soap and lathered some up in her hands. Using only the palms of her own soft hand she carefully wiped over the girl's injured back. The ragged striped welts still felt warm to the touch, "He really got you honey." 

"It feels a lot better today."

"They look better, but I'm afraid you've still got a way to go." She wanted to find out as much as she could, "How did you and Mr. Bennett meet?"

"We were in college," She didn't offer any more.

"Were you two sweethearts very long?"

"Over a year."

"Did he ever hit you before?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh I'm sorry. It just hurts me to see you this way."

Allyson looked around slightly, "Why?"

Audra expected that, "Oh, you're a girl. You're small. You have a sweet innocent look about you. Men aren't supposed to hurt women. I'm glad my Paul got you out of there."

Allyson sighed, "Me too. Paul found me and carried me right out, right under John's nose." She chuckled slightly.

Sounding relieved Audra said, "You laughed."

"Mr. Hanson said he punched John in the nose, said he made him cry."

"I'm glad he did, though I know he never would have told me himself."

Allyson was curious, "Why not?"

"Oh he would never say he hit someone. Jeremy's a Vietnam veteran. I think he saw a lot of bad things. He thinks he's protecting me."

"That must be nice."

"Yes I guess it is. I mean I'm no porcelain doll. He and I have our fights. He can really yell when he gets mad, but he knows his limits."

"Has he ever hit you?"

"He slapped me once."

"Why, what for?"

"Paul was little. We were at the hospital. At the time we didn't know he had a problem with some brain functions. We just thought, well we thought he was, well you know. I got hysterical. I was crying and in a real panic. That's when Jeremy held me and took his right hand. He used two fingers and snipped me on the cheek. It sort of brought me around I guess. You know I bet he's probably apologized for that a million times. It didn't even hurt, just surprised me back into reality."

"That was all?"

"That was the only time."

"Wow."

"Jeremy's seen a lot. It affected him."

"What was wrong with Paul?"

"There was something wrong with his brain waves. They had to open his skull and put a plate between his right and left lobes. After that he was pretty much OK."

"Pretty much?"

"He needed physical therapy, and later through the primary grades he needed extra help. That's what I did. He' still a little backward about some things even now."

"Like what?"

"Girls mostly."

Allyson paused, but only for a second, "Don't tell me he doesn't like girls. I know that's not true."

Half alarmed, Audra looked up, "He hasn't tried to take advantage of you?"

"Oh no, not Paul." Allyson thought about telling Paul's mom about what her boys almost did the first day she was ever at their house. She decided to keep it her secret, "Paul's a gentleman."

Audra suspected Allyson was holding something back, but decided not to pursue it, "Before you came along he seldom dated, and almost never talked about girls. Sure he dated Lauren some, but hardly any other girls. Lauren has been a sister more than anything else. He's spent most of his time studying and in sports."

"He's a Boy Scout."

"Yes he is." Audra lathered up Allyson's hair with shampoo. She took down the adjustable water nozzle and rinsed it out.

"Did Paul talk about me any?"

A little at first; then after Lauren and I visited Hannah. You remember?"

Allyson nodded, "I remember."

"Well then he spelled everything out for us. I thought he was confused at first. Later things became more clear; from then on he wouldn't shut up. It was Allyson this and Allyson that."

"He says he loves me."

Audra, finished with the woman's hair, took her hand and wiped Allyson's tear stained face, "I'll let you clean your front."

Allyson wanted something, "He said he loves me."

"I heard you. I think there's something about you he finds special. I mean I see it too. You are special."

Allyson didn't say anything for several seconds. Then she replied, "I would never do anything to hurt him."

Audra touched the back of the woman's head. She took a brush and slowly combed the knots out of the young woman's still wet hair. She said, "I like your hair." She took a hand and gently rubbed down the back of Allyson's neck, "I know you wouldn't."

Allyson allowed herself to indolently bask in the warmth of the tub and the older woman's attentions. Then she startled Audra, "I was a foster child."

"Really?"

"I stayed in seven different homes, not to mention the times I spent in state run dormitories."

"That must have been hard."

"I never had a real home; nothing like what you have here."

Audra sat down on the tiled floor of the bathroom. At eye level she said, "You have one now." 

Allyson took a washcloth and let some of the now cooling water to trickle down her chest, "I have small boobs."

"You have nice breasts, and you're very pretty."

Allyson looked at Audra and smiled softly, "No I'm not, not really."

"You have beautiful eyes, and a very warm heart." Allyson felt like bragging just a little, "Did you know I maxed out my S.A.T.'s, and I got a straight 4.00 in college."

Audra wasn't exactly sure the younger woman was being completely honest. "Those are some pretty high numbers." She asked, "Where did you go to school?"

"I got a full scholarship to the University of Pennsylvania."

"Penn State?"

"No the University of Pennsylvania; It's in Philadelphia."

"That's impressive. You're sure your not exaggerating just a little?"

"No. I really did. How did Paul do?"

Audra could tell the little girl was coming out, "He didn't do that well. What was your major?"

"I wanted to study medicine, but John, Mr. Bennett, persuaded me to major in English Literature."

"That's a switch."

"Yeah, I know."

Audra changed the subject, "You cried the other night. In those foster homes, were you beaten much?"

Allyson stiffened, "No, not beaten exactly, just well, mostly ignored; sometimes the men tried to make me do things."

"Did you?" She hesitated, "Do things?"

"I didn't want to but sometimes I had to. One man kept putting my head under water in the toilet. I never let anyone touch me down there though." She pointed to her vagina.

"I'm sorry Allyson. I wish I could erase those things from your memory. I can't though." She leaned forward and kissed her on her cheek. Then she smiled, "Tell you what I can do. I can guarantee as long as you're here no one will ever hurt you." She watched as the young woman first shifted away from her kiss, then lean back toward her again. Then Audra did something very uncharacteristic. She took the younger woman's face in her two hands, turned it toward her, and kissed her again, first on the forehead, and then on the end of the nose, "Allyson I want you to stay here with us. Even if you break Paul's heart I want you to stay. I want you to stay and be my daughter."

Allyson was tired. Her back was sore. She felt weak. The medicine was wearing off and she felt increasingly achy and sore. Mrs. Hanson had made her an offer she'd heard before. When she was little other women had said the self same thing several times. She believed it then at first; later she knew they meant it but only up to a point. It was funny. She felt this time Paul's mom really and truly meant every word. Allyson's head dropped to her chin. She started to cry, not just tears, but she really started to cry, big heart felt sobs, heavy heaving breathy sighs, and tears, big tears. She looked around, crying, all pretense, all adult subterfuge gone. A little girl, a sad lonely little girl looked over at an older woman. Tearfully she whimpered, "Don't say it if you don't really mean it."

Audra started to cry too. She took her hands and wrapped them around the young woman's head, careful not to touch or hurt her back, "I mean it Allyson. I really do."

Audra helped the younger woman up and out of the tub. She held up a big soft towel, "You now what. You lay back down a while. I'll go get the clothes Ariel and Lauren bought for you. We're going to dress you up for Thanksgiving dinner."

Allyson was so tired, "Do I have to go downstairs?"

"You rest up first. We'll salve your back up real good. We'll get some more medicine in you. A little later you'll feel better. We'll dress you up for dinner. You won't have to stay long, but I know everyone will want to see you. My mom and dad, and one of my brothers are coming a little later. They'll want to meet you." She took two fingers and lifted Allyson's chin, "Hey you're going to love my mom and dad. They're the greatest."

Alyson started crying again.

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Around 1:00 Jeremy got a call from his brother Scottie. He and his brood along with Audra's mom and dad were going to eat Thanksgiving dinner with Jeremy and Audra. They'd already cooked their bird and decided to cut it up for the big gathering on Sunday. Scottie said he and his wife were bringing several pies, so not to worry about dessert. Jeremy thanked him for the call, and hung up.

Jeremy called up to Audra and told her Scott and everyone was coming. Audra was doubly pleased. Allyson could eat with a much larger group. If she got too tired she'd get Paul to help her upstairs. It made sense. It looked promising.

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Audra helped Allyson back into the bedroom, "Now you wait right here. I'll be right back."

Allyson looked puzzled, "Where are you going?" Internally she was thinking, 'where would I go?'

Audra skipped down the hall, rummaged around in her bureau and skipped back as fast as she could, "Let's make you up for dinner."

Allyson looked at the older woman in wide wonder, "I don't..."

"I know; we'll use my stuff." She proceeded to lay everything out on a chair beside the bed.

Allyson recognized the make ups as things older women generally used; not things a young woman like herself would customarily even consider, "Mrs. Hanson I don't think..."

"Let's do your hair up first." She got Allyson to turn around, sit on a small stool she'd brought in, and face a mirror.

"Audra I can do..."

"Oh please?"

Allyson realized she had no choice. She wondered had she exchanged being one person's toy, John, for being this older woman's plaything?

It was like Audra had read her mind, "I'm not trying to take you over. I'll never ask again. I just never got the chance before. Please?"

Allyson couldn't say no, "Well...this once I guess."

"Great!" Audra sat behind and started brushing her hair out. It was thick and came to just about shoulder length. Considering its color and texture she wished it was a lot longer. She imagined Allyson's hair usually ended up in pony or pig tails. Not today. She combed and combed, getting every single knot. Then she worked pulling back as tightly as she could. She coiled it into tight braids where she could, but mostly she worked it into a tight bun. Bun in place she set it with tiny bobby pins that, once in place, could barely be seen. She slipped around in front and with a household fork she pulled a few strands free of the bun so that it was allowed to fall freely around her face. She sat back, "What do you think?" 




Allyson Ch. 06



When Allyson had lived with John she'd worn her hair much like this when she had to do housework. She didn't tell Audra this because, though it was more a work 'do' she preferred it to the childish 'dos' Hannah and John made her wear. Actually she thought it looked quite nice. She said so, "I like it very much."

Audra was a little disappointed. She'd hoped for a better response. That was OK; she still had the make up to do, "Now I'm going to do your make up."

Allyson shrugged, "OK."

"Turn around' I don't want you to see till I'm finished." She pulled out some of the 'war paint' she'd brought down. 

Allyson looked at the colors. There was nothing there she normally used. Most of the things she'd always worn were pale blues and some greens.

Audra went to work. She used combinations of light to slightly darker browns around Allyson's eyes and cheeks. She applied a very dark colored, not black, mascara. Out of nowhere a very dark lipstick emerged. "Pucker up."

Allyson puckered her lips.

Audra applied some of the lipstick. She took a napkin and put it the younger woman's lips. "Press down."

Allyson did as she was told. 

Audra applied a tiny bit more; then wiped some away so that there were only traces around then inner portions of her lips, "Now turn around and tell me what you think."

Allyson turned around and looked in the mirror. It was still her, but gone was the insipid little girl. Audra had made her up to look like a grown woman, a real movie star, not some ingénue. The dark and lighter browns accentuated her green eyes and the luminescence of her hair. She felt silly and out of sorts, "Wow! You did this?"

"You like the look?"

"Like it? I love it!" She turned around, put her left hand on the older woman's cheek, leaned forward and kissed her. "I never thought..."

Audra smiled, "You want to play a trick on Paul?'

"A trick?"

Audra gave her a mischievous grin, "You know this is my house. I clean and cook. I also do my share of snooping." She opened the top drawer of the bureau they'd been in front of. "This is Paul's little hide out." She reached in and pulled forth a small cardboard box. 

Allyson watched with disbelief. She would have never done anything like this.

Audra opened the box, "Look!"

Allyson looked inside, "They're jade!"

"I know. Paul's been buying you jewelry."

Allyson blushed, "This isn't right."

"Maybe not. Let's see how it looks anyway."

"Well I guess..."

"Nonsense, now sit still." Audra got out the earrings. They were delicate teardrop jade stones with a simple hook designed to go through a pierced ear. She slipped them through the small piercing in each of Allyson's lobes and sat back. "Yes, now for the necklace." She pulled forth a delightful necklace, not more than twelve inches in circumference, an ideal size for Allyson's long thin neck. The necklace was a mix of alternating stones, a small diamond then a small jade. She fixed it around the young woman's neck. She reached into the box again, "Ah, the bracelet." The bracelet was an exact match of the necklace. She placed it on Allyson's right wrist. She looked back in the box, "There's one more piece, a ring, but I think maybe that would be going too far."

Allyson said, "Get it out. Let me see."

Audra got out the ring. It was an interesting piece, one large diamond surrounded by six tiny jade stones. Audra held it up, "Maybe you shouldn't wear this."

Allyson took it and held it in her hand. Profoundly tempted to try it on she looked at it for several seconds. She handed it back to Audra. "We're not quite there yet are we Mrs. Hanson. In fact I don't think..." She started to take off the earrings.

Audra stopped her, "No leave everything else on. I don't want to tell you what to do, but wearing the necklace, bracelet and earrings might tell Paul you're interested. Not wearing the ring could tell him you just haven't decided."

Allyson wasn't so sure, "I don't know. It might be cruel to even admit knowing about these things."

Audra put a finger to the woman's lips, "Oh no. I think it would send just the right message. I know my boy." She took her finger away, "Hey wait. I've got one more thing."

Allyson looked at her dumbstruck. This was too much.

Audra reached from the pocket of her bathrobe and pulled out a wristwatch. It was old looking and it looked cheaply made, "Put this on."

"Whose is it?"

Audra smiled, "It's yours." 

Allyson wasn't sure, "All right. Whose was it?"

Audra didn't give the answer she wanted, "It doesn't matter. It's yours now. It doesn't matter who used to wear it."

Allyson knew this time she was being manipulated. It belonged to somebody once, somebody that mattered. If she wore it downstairs today people would see it. They'd know. They'd think things. Suddenly she didn't care. Whoever owned it before didn't matter. Audra wanted her to have it. It would tell Paul something. Maybe she wanted to tell Paul something. Heck, she thought, she wanted him to think...well think what she wanted him to think. She held it in her hand; then put it down on the bed. Signaling to Audra she said, "You put it on me."

Audra took the wristwatch and clumsily placed it on her left wrist and hooked it in place. She looked at Allyson, "Let's get you dressed."

Oh no Allyson thought.

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Downstairs Paul was busy helping his father with the food, "I'm scared dad."

"Why?"

"She wanted to talk to me. We haven't yet."

"Don't worry. It'll be all right. I have a feeling about these things."

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Back upstairs Audra laid out some of things the girls had bought, "They bought a lot of things, but you know I really like this blouse and slack outfit. What do you think?"

Allyson looked at the blouse, slacks, and accoutrements; she liked them, but wanted Audra to make the call, "I like it if you do."

"Great, let's see how they fit." She pulled out a pair of light green panties and light green camisole, "I don't think a bra is a good idea today. Your back you know."

Allyson took and slipped on the panties and camisole, "OK, if you say so."

Audra held up the blouse, "Try this on." It was a translucent white long sleeved item with an open necked ruffled collar. It buttoned up the front. Audra helped her button it leaving the top two buttons undone exposing the necklace.

Allyson fell in love with it; it was perfect fit, and she felt no pressure on her ailing back. She told Mrs. Hanson, "I love it."

"Good, now let's try the slacks and shoes. Shoes first." After slipping into some light brown knee length stockings Audra helped her into the slacks. They were dark brown, loose fitting, and pleated in the front with graceful cuffs at the bottoms.

Audra said, "Now the shoes." They were a simple pair of very slightly lifted brown heeled shoes. Designed for comfort first; they still had the look of discreet elegance.

Before Allyson could comment Audra pulled out the last thing, "Hold still while I slip this over your head." It was a beautiful pale green cashmere V-necked sweater, a perfect finishing touch to a perfect outfit. 

Allyson looked in the mirror, "I'm pretty aren't I?"

Audra smiled brilliantly, "Yes you are."

Allyson turned to the woman, "No I mean I really do look pretty, not in a childish way but in a womanly way."

"You're perfect."

Allyson looked at the slacks, the simple brown belt, the shoes, the blouse and sweater. She looked at the earrings, touched the necklace, and looked down at the watch and bracelet. She felt really odd, really funny, "I think I need the ring."

Audra was slightly surprised, "You sure?"

Allyson looked at the older woman, then her hand, than back at the woman, "I'm pretty sure."

Audra got the ring and slipped it on her finger, "Paul's going to make some important assumptions when he sees this."

Allyson held her hand out and looked at the ring on her finger, "I want him to." She looked back at the older woman, "I only hope I'm good enough."

Audra's eyes misted up, "You're fine. Let's go downstairs."

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Downstairs Paul had showered, shaved, and pulled on a pair of khaki slacks, a simple blue button down shirt over a white Tee-shirt and a pair of slightly scuffed loafers, sans socks. He scuffed through his hair, splashed on a little of his father's Old Spice and stepped into the kitchen. He looked at his father, "I look OK?"

"You look fine."

Together they heard footsteps. People were coming downstairs. Paul gulped. Jeremy looked at his son, "Stop worrying. It'll be all right."

Paul grimaced slightly, "God I hope so."

Jeremy took his son's arm. Come on let's catch them as they come downstairs. Together, arm and arm, father and son walked through the dining room toward the stairs.

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It was Thursday, Thanksgiving, an enormously important American holiday, a time when everyone gave thanks for all the good things that had come their way, a time to enjoy a big meal with loved ones, a time to think about and plan for the future.

Allyson was upstairs with Audra and had gotten dressed and prepped for her first big day with a lot of new people. Paul was downstairs with his dad, thinking about what to say and how to behave. Audra's mom and dad, one of her brothers and their two children were on their way. Lauren, Ariel, Aubrey, and Wayne were all someplace nearby getting dressed. 

Yes it was an important day. What might happen? Where would it lead?

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Meanwhile across town at South County General Hospital the paging service was contacting Dr. Marcus Brolyn. Marcus Brolyn was a new doctor at the fastest growing new hospital in the burgeoning suburbs of the fast paced new satellite city in the Pacific Northwest. It was the same city the Hanson's and Allyson called home. Marcus Brolyn was a graduate recently out of the Cardiac unit of the Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland, the best medical facility on the planet. He'd left with an impeccable professional if not so impeccable a personal record. At thirty-two he presumably had it all. 

Though recently divorced with no children, he had that air of warmth and poise, and the charm that drove the women wild. In fact it had been his philandering that had driven his wife to a lawyer. 

Not to be deterred he'd moved on, found a pretty good institution, a new position, and had already found more than enough young fillies to keep him in sexual oats for some time to come. That didn't mean he wasn't always on the lookout; anytime a new sweetie showed up he was always more than willing to put his brand on her. On thing for sure, he liked them young, and he liked them best when they were lost and on the rebound. 

Yes sir, the job was great and the sexual pickings were even better. Pretty soon he heard a whole new flock of little pigeons would be signing on for some kind of medical training. He thought about that. Don't you worry little chickadees, I'll be there.



Allyson Ch. 07



The two women helped each other down the stairs. Both had a lot on their minds. 

The younger woman, Allyson, was recovering from a vicious beating. She didn't actually need help, not in a physical sense, but her emotional situation was far different. At the moment she felt about as needy as she'd ever been in her entire life, and from the standpoint of a former foster child who'd spent her whole childhood shuttled from facility to facility much like a water bucket passed from hand to hand along a fire line that was no mean feeling. 

She was afraid; afraid of how she felt, that was how she thought she felt, actually worse, how she thought she should feel. Did she love Paul? She didn't know. Had she ever really loved anyone? She wasn't sure on that count anymore either. She'd thought she'd loved John, but she knew now she only loved the idea of John. She'd looked upon him as a kind of heroic knight, a savior and protector, someone who could insulate her from things she didn't want to think about.

John had sort of soured her on what she should expect from men. He'd been so wonderful at first, but her gradual declination from partner and helpmate to subservient child maid and sex toy gave her pause about other men, even Paul. 

For sure, if anyone had been her protector, her knight in shining armor, it had turned out to be the nerdy self-conscious Boy Scout who was somewhere downstairs. It was almost unimaginable; where once there had been a confident self assured high powered lawyer, now there was this introverted science Geek who had a metal plate down the center of his skull. 

She could and couldn't imagine herself living and loving Paul, at least not over the long haul. He was young, younger than her, and probably too young. He was inexperienced, naïve was more like it. Paul lacked what they called a variety of experience. His whole life had been consumed by school, family, life in a secure protected cocoon. If Paul had say spent a year working on a tramp steamer seeing some of the world, or gone camping across Europe, or even just working a few summers someplace like a resort far from home. She figured anything like that would make a difference. That was the problem; the prism of his reality was too small, too narrow. Paul could look at something and come to conclusions that seemed logical and rational to him, but they were conclusions based on a too limited experience base. 

Paul needed to grow up. She couldn't marry a boy. God she cared about him, but he just wasn't ready. As she stood at the top of the stairs she saw that now.

Audra had her needs too. First she needed to protect her son. If he loved this girl, then she wanted him to have her. But if he loved her, and she either turned out to be the wrong one, or if she decided he was wrong for her then, regardless of the eventuality, she wanted to be available to help in some way. What was the old saying, 'what's worse than not getting your hearts desire, isn't it getting it?' If he got what he wanted that could be good, but if she broke his heart, that might even be better. Either way she was confident he was young enough, strong enough intellectually, and had the emotional mettle to withstand whatever might happen. 

Then there was Allyson. She had been through a lot; too much. Inwardly Audra felt a little bit responsible for the scars on Allyson's back. She'd been indifferent, even hostile, to the girl early on. She'd like to make up for it now. Maybe they could help her get on with her life; it was something she believed they were morally required to do. 

It was more than just a guilty conscience though. She wanted to help Allyson because she liked her. Allyson deserved a break, a chance.

Together the two women started down the stairs. They were about to take some important first steps. Where those steps would lead was still unclear.

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Paul and his father Jeremy reached the bottom of the stairs at almost the same time as the women reached the top. Just like Allyson and Audra Paul and Jeremy had things on their minds.

Jeremy watched his wife. After their sons she was the most important person in his world. The other woman, Allyson, he was sure she was a nice girl. Maybe she would make it with Paul, maybe not. What most concerned him was how Audra handled whatever happened. He'd seen the look on her face; this was the little girl she'd never had, or more accurately, had, but lost. Audra had been pregnant with a fourth child, a girl, but God had taken her at eleven months. He remembered the sonograms, the little heartbeat, those precious little visuals; then the faint little squeals at birth. 

Yes, she'd been imperfect, malformed, but she was just perfect for them. The loss had hurt him, but it had broken Audra's heart. 

He wasn't some pompous right wing know it all. What other people did, abortion wise or care wise, wasn't his decision. He just knew that was one little girl who had been a keeper, a real treasure; brought in premature and underweight still she'd made it. They say girl babies are the fighters; well that one sure was. Bad heart, couldn't breathe, placed in a cooler or something so her little brain wouldn't swell up. She just barely made it; they'd just barely made it. She would have been what, sixteen now, a sophomore in high school. Oh hell, drunk drivers; on the way to the pediatrician's. It had happened too fast; a month later the murderer was back on the road again. 

He watched Audra and prayed just a little; please don't get your hopes up. Please Allyson, don't hurt her, not too much anyway

There was Paul too, but he was small potatoes here. Paul was young, just twenty-one, not even finished all his college. If Allyson didn't work out there would be other girls. Allyson would be nice, but she had a lot of baggage. He wouldn't stand in the way, but he knew Paul could probably do better.

Paul looked to the top of steps. What he saw took his breath away. Allyson was so beautiful. She had on a gorgeous blouse and slack outfit, and the sweater really set her eyes off, they glowed, they just shone. Her eyes were so bright, he wasn't sure if it was the color of the clothes matching her eyes or if they were filled with tears. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her eyes, the make up, she'd never looked this way before. The childlike Allyson he'd come to recognize was gone! This was a woman, real woman, all the way! 

No wait! There was more! He looked closer. What did she have on? She was wearing jewelry, not just any jewelry; it was the stuff he'd bought. How did she come by it? He got a glimpse of his mother. He knew right away; someone had found it and now Allyson was wearing it. It looked terrific on her. He looked closer. There was the necklace, the bracelet, the earrings. It was all there, all there except the ring? The ring wasn't there. That was OK. But wait the wrist watch! That was his grand mom's; no he meant his great grand mom's watch. Audra had given it to her, and she'd taken it. That had to mean something.

Paul knew what he had to do; his father had more or less laid it out for him. He had to be a man; man up his dad said. He'd treat Allyson with respect. He wouldn't push, beg, or try to cajole. If he was the one for her she'd figure it out. It would hurt if she went on, it would hurt a lot, but if you loved someone, really loved them, like his parents said, you had to let them fly. 

The women reached the bottom of the steps. Allyson sort of clung to the wall on her way down. Paul reached out his hand, "Can I help?"

She took it, "Thank you."

The four of them walked into the living room and sat down. No one said very much. There wasn't much to say.

Paul asked Allyson, "Did you sleep well?"

"I got some, how about you?"

He smiled, "We drove all night. My mom said you wanted to talk."

Allyson put her head down, "Maybe later."

Paul looked away, "Sure."

Just then the doorbell rang. Someone opened the front door and in walked Lauren and Ariel. Ariel hollered out, "Is anyone home?"

Jeremy called back, "We're in here."

The two girls slipped into the living room. Both doffed their coats and took up positions in the room. Lauren announced, "Boy it's starting to get cooler outside."

Ariel nodded and agreed, "I should have worn a winter coat."

Allyson smiled. She remembered she didn't have any clothes of her own except what the girls had bought her. She looked at Ariel and then Lauren, "How do you like my outfit?"

Both girls took it in. Ariel giggled, "Somebody has really great taste."

Lauren beamed.

Jeremy got up, "Better check the bird. Dinner's almost ready."

Audra jumped up too, "I'll help."

Just then the brothers slipped in. Aubrey had heard his father's last comment. He asked, "Dinner ready yet?"

His father, already halfway in the kitchen called back, "Almost."

The door bell rang again.

Audra turned from the kitchen to the front door, "That must be Scottie."

Allyson's antennae went up. She was confused. Who was Scottie. Had they told her something and she'd missed it?

Paul saw the confusion. She'd either not been told, or been told and forgotten, "Scottie is my uncle, my mom's youngest brother. He's here with grand mother, grand father, his wife and their two kids. You'll like them."

Things were going too fast for Allyson. There were too many people about, too much to keep up with. Already she felt like she needed to go back to bed.

Paul saw the look and knew what she was thinking. He gave her a little wave, "It'll be all right. Just stay up and eat something. If you get tired you can go back to bed."

Allyson smiled at Paul. She thought, he's really tuned in.

In came grandma, grandpa, Scottie, his wife, and their two kids Billy and Myna. Billy was nine, and a screaming raving little hellion. Myna was the complete opposite. Myna was a little girl, dark brown hair, big green eyes, pinkish complexion, and one of the most backward personalities any little girl ever had. Shy would have been a compliment. Awkward, backward, reclusive, retiring, they were her words. For a while they were concerned she might have been autistic, but the signs and tests had pointed otherwise. 

The family came in. Myna was attired in a little green print dress that matched her vivid green eyes. As the others all came barging in yelling talking, chattering, and exchanging niceties, Myna hung back, hiding behind her mothers dress. 

Allyson watched the free for all, and wished she was anywhere but there. This was a family; people who were connected by blood and affection. Allyson, well she felt like the fifth wheel on car; completely unnecessary. Scottie and his wife had moved in and taken over. They were talking and chattering like a couple magpies. Their boy, what's his name, Billy, had already run off into the kitchen to be with Wayne and Aubrey.

Audra watched and listened to everything that was going on. She needed to talk to her mother. She tickled her fingers at her mother and called across the room, "Mom, got a minute?"

Grandma got up and started toward her daughter. Audra got up. The two of them walked off toward Jeremy's hide out, the side room where Paul had been sleeping earlier. 

There was activity, noise, and chattering all over the place. Everyone certainly seemed to be having a good time. Paul was in and out of the kitchen carrying eggnog. Wayne found the wines, and was helping himself to a glass of something that looked reddish. Jeremy grabbed after Billy and made him sit in a chair in the kitchen before he broke anything. Allyson sat stiffly in the chair Audra had found for her. She was tired and uncomfortable. She'd been here before. Again she was in somebody else's house watching somebody else's family reunite and have a good time.

Out of nowhere a little brown haired girl with green eyes was standing in front of Allyson. 

Allyson looked down at her. She didn't know what to say.

The little girl, Myna, climbed up in Allyson's lap. The climb and the new weight hurt the young woman, but she kept it to herself. The little girl, that quiet little reclusive ragamuffin everybody knew but nobody paid much attention to looked at Allyson. She put her hands on the woman's shoulders, "You have my eyes."

Allyson looked at the child. Very quietly, so quietly nobody else heard her Allyson answered, "No you have my eyes." 

Suddenly Allyson looked around. The room had become stone cold silent. All conversation had ceased. Everybody was watching the unique little scene being played out on a chair off to the side of the living room. No one heard anything, but they all watched, fascinated. The young woman who was Paul's friend was carrying on a quiet but animated conversation with a little girl who never talked to anybody.

Myna's mother was incredulous. They'd had Myna, though still only five, in special schools to try to get her to come out of her shell. Yet there she was, on a strange woman's lap talking like she'd known her all her life, and the woman was carrying on a conversation with the girl like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Audra stepped in from where she'd been talking to her mom. She'd noticed how everything had gone so quiet, "What's going on?"

Paul pointed to where Allyson and Myna were seated, "Look."

Audra saw it, but couldn't believe it, "What happened?"

Paul looked at his mother, "Who knows. Myna just went over and they started to talk."

Jeremy came in, "Dinner's ready."

Everybody started for the dining room. Myna took Allyson's hand. She whispered, "We'll sit together."

Allyson leaned down and whispered, "OK."

As they all walked in the dining room Scottie pointed to a chair for Billy, then another chair for Myna. It had a small booster seat. Myna ignored him. She kept walking with Allyson. He scolded, "Myna."

Allyson looked at Audra, "Do we have any telephone books?"

Scottie called at his daughter, "Myna."

Grandma put her hand on Scotties wrist and whispered, "Not today."

Everybody sat down to dinner. Audra found two telephone books, just enough to get Myna high enough to reach the table without having an accident. Nobody seemed to want to say very much. Everybody was listening. Over on the east side of the table, about halfway between the ends two little brown haired girls with big green eyes were in the middle of a very quiet but very animated conversation. Nobody could hear anything, but everybody was straining to hear what it was.

Jeremy broke the spell, "Paul would you lead us in prayer?"

Paul floundered his way through grace, and everybody started to pass the food.

Across the table two sets of green eyes were flashing back and forth. Older eyes were helping put food on younger eyes plate. She was getting turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, oysters, corn, succotash, even cranberry sauce. Everything older green eyes got, younger green got. Scottie and his wife watched in disbelief. Myna was being helped to things she never ever ate. Then they watched as the older person cut up her turkey and poured gravy on it. She'd never let anyone cut up her meat like before.

Everyone watched these opening dinner scenes but none of them understood, least of all the two green eyed girls. If Allyson put her fork in her turkey so did Myna. When Allyson ate cranberry, Myna ate cranberry. Allyson had an oyster. Myna, though her mom and dad believed she bated them, also ate an oyster.

Soon people lost interest and started their own conversation. Still everyone was quietly conscious of the little drama being played out at the table. Somehow these two little green peas had found a commonality. No one at the table understood it. No one could explain it, but it was there.

Adult conversation drifted back and forth between politics, religion, football, the war in Afghanistan, long standing trouble with Iran, and immigration. As usual no one agreed with anyone on anything. Like always someone was always there to agree to be disagreeable. 

Eventually the conversation worked its way down to Paul. Scottie asked, "Paul you're back to school soon."

"Yeah going east to study more physics."

Ariel chided, "Yeah something about the birth of the universe."

Aubrey laughed, "That's an easy one. God did it in six days, and took the seventh off. That's it, end of conversation."

Like always, wherever Paul went he was the polite target of gentle jibes and humor. Jeremy took up the cause, and remarked, "Yeah our Paul thinks he knows something about the Big Bang or something."

Allyson had been either silent or quietly talking to Myna, but she heard that. She placed a gentle hand on Myna's and looked over at Jeremy. Now Jeremy, next to grandpa, was the only man everyone had learned should never be defied or disagreed with, especially at the dinner table. Nobody crossed Jeremy, not on anything, even when he was wrong. Allyson interrupted Jeremy, "That's not right."

Silence swept across the table like a brush fire. Someone had dared to defy the alpha male.

Allyson took note, but pressed on, "Paul's going back east to one of the top schools in the world to study String Theory. Now string theory is..." For the next several minutes Allyson gave a detailed, blow by blow, account on the finer points of String Theory. 

By the time she finished she realized her mistake. She blushed, "Oh my. I'm sorry."

Jeremy sat back, "Well I'll be a son of a bitch."

Allyson thought he was mad, "I'm sorry I really didn't mean..."

Audra interrupted the flustered girl. She looked at Paul, "How did she do?"

Paul was grinning from ear to ear. He kept thinking, for a girl who might not have been around long she sure had taken an interest in what he was doing. He eyed his father and answered his mother, "She got it."

Myna looked up at Allyson and gave her a great big smile, "You said something important?"

Allyson looked down at Myna. She said something but only Myna heard it. The little girl giggled. 

Myna's mom caught the giggle. It was truly extraordinary.

Dinner went on for a little while longer. Coffee was brought around. There was a suitable intermission between coffee and dessert. Around 4:30 people stared looking at their watches. 

Scottie was first, "Well we have to go."

Myna grabbed Allyson's arm. Allyson leaned down and said something.

They all heard Myna say, "Tomorrow?"

They heard Allyson, "Maybe we'll see. Maybe, Saturday that is if your mom and dad don't mind."

From across the table Myna's mom called, "Oh we don't mind. Saturday's good."

Myna leaned her little head on Allyson's shoulder.

Allyson leaned down and kissed the top of her head, "Saturday green eyes."

Myna leaned up and wrapped her arms around Allyson. It hurt her back, but if didn't seem to matter. Myna hugged her then kissed her, "We'll go someplace fun."

Allyson looked at Paul, then back down at the girl, "Yes we will."

By then Scottie had their coats. Everyone else was getting up. Thanksgiving was coming to an end. Grandma looked around at everyone, "See you all Sunday."

Audra answered back, "Sunday."

Allyson looked at Paul, "What happens Sunday?"

He smiled and answered, "Tell you later."

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Every holiday meal has its denouement. Jeremy and Audra started piling up the dishes. Ariel and Lauren started to help but were chased out of the kitchen. The Wayne, Ariel, Aubrey, and Lauren started toward the garage. Aubrey called back, "We have to do out obligatory counter visits." So they were off to Lauren's and then Ariel's. It had been good of their families to let their girls off for this thanksgiving. 

Paul looked over at Allyson, "How do you feel?'

She replied, "Tired."

He countered, "Want to go lie down?'

She murmured, "Sounds good."

He gave her a hopeful look, "Can I come?"




Allyson Ch. 07



She grinned, "Only of you promise not to be a nuisance."

He grinned back, "I'll be good."

Together they walked up the steps. She was really tired and allowed herself to be half carried up the steps. They reached his old bedroom and quietly went in together. Inside he locked the door.

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All over town conversations were taking place. Scottie and his wife were in the front of their car discussing one of the most improbable moments of their married lives. Grandma and grandpa were reflecting on the things they heard and saw on this their fifty-seventh Thanksgiving together. Ariel, Lauren, Wayne, and Aubrey were in the garage laughing and cracking on each other about what they saw and heard around the table. Audra and Jeremy were in the kitchen, and upstairs Allyson and Paul were engaged in something entirely different.

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Jeremy and Audra got to work cleaning plates, stacking dishes, and loading the silverware in the dishwasher. While wiping the large roasting pan he'd used to cook the bird Jeremy commented, "That Allyson was right there wasn't she?"

Audra, wiping down the kitchen table so she could put out more cleaned dishes asked, "When?"

Jeremy replied, "You know when I teased Paul about his science."

Audra, "I was surprised. I had no idea they'd even talked about his interests in science, then to hear her like that I knew she'd gone the extra mile."

Jeremy plopped the big pan in the sink, "You think she cares about him? You know, I mean like big time care."

Audra put down her dish towel, "I think she just might."

Jeremy smiled at his wife, "They went upstairs together. What do you think they're dong right now?"

Audra walked over and stood beside her husband, "The truth?"

He stopped fiddling with the damn pot, "Of course."

She stared at him, "I think they're making an anchor baby."

He looked blankly at his wife, "A what?"

Audra kept good eye contact, "Neither one is absolutely sure of anything. I think neither wants to make the decision about whether to stay or move on. But what if she got pregnant? What if they made a baby together?"

Jeremy put the cloth he had in his hands down, "Anchor baby."

Audra looked in the sink, "Yes, anchor baby."

Jeremy washed his hands in the running water of the sink, "That's a hell of a way to start a life together."

Audra sat down in one of the old kitchen chairs, "You going upstairs and stop it?"

Jeremy sat down across from his wife at the table, "Are you?"

Neither said anything for several seconds. The silence answered the question for them. Audra got back up, "These dishes won't get done by just sitting here."

Jeremy's mind went in another direction, "What do you think of the thing with Allyson and Myna?"

Audra's eyes started to mist up, "Wasn't that beautiful?"

Jeremy turned his head. He didn't want his wife to see his eyes. He gruffly mumbled, "Our son, he's something."

Audra whispered hoarsely, "What's that supposed to mean."

Jeremy eyes were dripping a little by then, "He's the kind of kid who could find a pony in a pile of shit." 

Audra looked at her husband, "What Allyson's a pile of shit?"

He laughed, "No stupid. She's the pony, those others John and Hannah; they were the pile of shit."

Audra started to laugh too. Then she added, "Well we made it didn't we?"

He stopped his chores, slipped around the table and hugged his wife, "We did didn't we."

They kissed.

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Paul and Allyson both sat down on the bed. It was his old bed, the bed he'd slept on since he was a child. This was his room, the place where he did his homework, watched television, played video games, and dreamed. 

What had Paul dreamed about? He dreamed about being a great scientist, a world class race car driver, first round draft choice in the NFL, and of falling in love. He'd dreamt about Jennifer Aniston, Reese Witherspoon, yeah even Kate Moss. No girl like Allyson had ever crossed his closed eyelids; all his dream girls had been beautiful, winsome, and popular, nothing like Allyson. But then who were Jennifer, Kate, and Reese but fabricated images for the silver screen or slick magazines. No one knew what they actually looked like first thing in the morning, what their breath might have smelled like after a long night of crying, or how their bodies smelled after being beaten to a bloody pulp.

He looked at this girl, this woman, across from him. He'd seen her at her best, and at her worst. She was ten times, no a hundred times more at her worst than any movie star or Hollywood model. He couldn't let her go, he just couldn't.

But who was he? He was nobody, a college graduate student, a geeky science nerd, and a virgin. He'd been nowhere, done nothing, and seen no one. He was a zero. Allyson was everything.

Paul asked, "Would you like me to put something on your back?"

Allyson looked at Paul. She thought, OK, he was what two, maybe in a few months three years younger than her, so what. She was only twenty-three. He had a future, he had a family, he had prospects. No she wasn't much, but she knew she had some advantages. Sure she was a loser, no history, no family. Her father might have been the uni-bomber; her mother could have been a Lizzie Borden. But she wasn't! 

She looked at Paul. She knew she could be a good wife to him. She'd be his helpmate, his alter ego. She'd stay up late with him while he investigated the mysteries of the universe. Late at night she'd make and bring him coffee and sandwiches. She'd help with his research; clean his clothes, make his bed, and make babies with him.

She heard his grandmother at the dinner table talking about church. They were Catholic. She'd become a Catholic. She'd go to their confirmation or catechism or whatever classes. She'd become the best the most devout Catholic in the Northwest. Sure she'd used birth control when she was with John, but she'd quit taking them in a minute, in a second, if it got his grandmother's approval. She'd never thought about abortion, but if Paul wanted five, no ten kids, she'd do it. 

She closed her eyes. She started to silently pray, something she'd seldom done before, 'God tell me I'm doing the right thing. Tell me I could become a good wife, a good mother, a help to Paul. Tell me I would never disappoint or embarrass him, that I would never let him down. Tell me I'm good enough.'

Paul watched her. It was like he could read her thoughts, "Allyson I know this sounds stupid, but you know something?"

She opened her eyes.

He took her small hands in his larger hands, "You're so good. You've been through so much. I saw you with Myna today. You were like an angel. You're going to be a great mom, a great wife. I know you don't think of me that kind of way, but at least don't shut me out. I mean..."

She stopped him, "Would you help me get a bath. I'm so stiff. I can't reach around. If I got in the tub would you wipe down my back?" 

He knew. This was a yes, a yes to everything, "Sure, let me help you up."

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Scottie looked at his wife, "What do you make of what happened today with Myna?"

She replied, "I don't know. It was like she cast some kind a spell on her."

Scottie asked, "Who cast a spell on whom?"

His wife answered, "I'm not sure. Have you ever seen Myna act like that before?"

Scottie looked back at his daughter. She was safely tucked in her car seat, "What did you and Miss Allyson talk about today?"

Myna grew very quiet and distant, "Oh just girl stuff mostly. You know dolls, playing house, growing up, school, Sponge Bob."

Scottie gasped, "Sponge Bob?"

Myna answered, "Yeah. She likes Sponge Bob more than Phineas and Pherb. I agree with her."

Myna's mom asked, "Is that all you two talked about?"

Myna answered, "You know Miss Allyson never knew her mom?"

"You talked about her childhood?"

Myna answered, "No she only told me how lucky I was. She said I had all these people who loved me. She said she could tell you were a great mom."

Myna's mom's chest went out a little, "Really? You like her don't you."

Myna answered, "Yeah. She really knows how to talk to children."

Myna's mother's chest collapsed at that, "Oh my."

Scottie looked at his wife, "I'll call my sister. We better find out a little more about Miss Allyson."

His wife answered, "No, I think it'll be all right. Call if you want though." She leaned a little closer to her husband, "Are you listening to your daughter. She's said more to us in the car now than she's probably said in the last month. That Allyson has something. She's special."

Scottie frowned, "You think so."

Mom answered, "Yes I do, and she's got the best references."

Scottie asked, "Yeah? Who's that?"

Mom replied, "Your sister."

Scottie looked back down the road, "Yes I guess so."

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Paul led Allyson to the bathroom. Once inside Allyson took off all the rest of her clothes.

He had seen her naked before, but it didn't matter. He really liked looking at her, and every time was a like a completely new experience. He looked her back over, "Your marks are a lot better. There's no more oozing, and the worst redness is gone."

Using Paul's strong hands she was able to climb in the tub, "I'm so stiff and sore."

He turned on the water, and set it at a warm but not overly warm temperature, "I'll rinse you off first. Then I'll get your back."

Allyson smiled wanly.

He went to work. He took his time. He wanted to be as gentle as he could, but he also wanted touch as much as possible too, "You have beautiful skin; I especially like your complexion."

She kept her head focused on the running water, "Thanks."

He took a soft cloth and started wiping soap suds all over her back. Her took the adjustable nozzle and carefully rinsed it all off. He followed this procedure on her back twice, "Do you want me to do your chest and other parts."

Allyson was so tired. His ministrations felt so good. He had warm hands. They felt good on her poor back. His attentions made her feel warm and safe, "If you want to."

Paul took more soap and spread suds all over her chest. He gently rubbed his soapy hands over her shoulders, her neck, around her waist, and last all over and around her breasts. Based on his limited experiences he thought she had small breasts, but they felt warm and firm but soft all at the same time. He repeatedly wiped over her nipples and her aureoles. He watched as her nipples started to get larger, "Allyson?"

She looked at him, "Yes Paul."

He pointed to the area between her legs, "What about?"

She spread her legs.

He took the soap and lathered up his hands. He started to wash her Mons, her inner thighs, and the outer portions of those places between her rear end and vagina. She been shaved recently, but there was some stubble. He asked, "Does it itch?"

She asked, "Does what itch?"

"I mean where you shaved."

"John made me shave it. Yes it does itch now."

He liked the look of it without any hair, "Do you want me to shave it again for you?"

She'd never allowed anyone to get too close to her down there other than John, and he never did much. She'd been the one who'd shaved it. She wondered what it would be like to have someone else do it. She didn't want Paul to think badly of her, "I'm the only person who's ever done that, and then only once or twice."

He stumbled, "Oh, OK."

She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. She was so tired, he was so handsome, and she wanted to make love to him, "You can after I get out of the tub."

He tried to keep from grinning, "I think you're ready to get out of the tub. Here let me help you up. Together they managed to get her up, and get a big fluffy towel wrapped around. 

She stepped out of the tub, "I could lie back on the bed."

He was totally embarrassed. He was standing at complete attention. He had an erection the size of the Eiffel Tower. He said, "OK."

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Out in the garage Ariel had just punched Wayne for a comment he'd made about his brother Paul, "You should leave your older brother alone. He's been through a lot."

Wayne retaliated, "Not nearly as much as he'll get once dad gets through with him."

Lauren frowned, "What's Wayne talking about?"

Ariel threw up her hands, "I don't know."

Wayne looked at his brother, then at the girls, "Dad's worried about the direction things might take between Allyson and Paul."

Ariel asked, "What direction's that?"

Aubrey interjected, "Wayne thinks dad thinks Paul's too young."

Lauren asked, "Too young for what?"

Aubrey looked at Wayne, "See what you started."

Wayne looked at the girls, "Mom and dad think Paul and Allyson might want to get married, and dad wants Paul to finish his studies."

Lauren commented, "I thought you guys said your dad and mom got married while your dad was still in school."

Wayne popped back, "Dad thinks things are different now."

Ariel rubbed her nose, "If they love each."

Wayne clipped back, "They're too young Ariel. Neither one of them knows what they're doing."

Aubrey peered over toward the door that led back in the house, "They're upstairs right now, and I bet they know what they're doing."

Lauren turned around, "You think?"

Wayne smiled, "I think."

Ariel giggled, "Let's just let that sit there and smell."

Aubrey laughed, "Let's go get something to eat."

Lauren looked at him, "My parents or Ariel's first?"

Wayne said, "Ariel's first."

They all climbed in Wayne's SUV, and started off. 

They all had two more meals to either eat or nibble on. They'd leave Paul and Allyson to their own devices.

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Paul helped Allyson to the bed. He got a towel under her, took a nice hot wet towel and further softened her stubble, "Let me know if I hurt you."

She lay back on the bed, "Take it slow."

He started to wipe shaving cream on her labia. Her vagina was all moist, and her lips looked like they were swollen. This was a first for him, and he was excited, "You sure you're all right."

She sighed, "Your fingers are so soft and gentle."

He went to work. It took his several minutes to get all the stubble. Afterward he got some soothing lotion and wiped that over the areas where he shaved. He knew she was excited by the way she lolled and rolled about, "I'm not hurting you am I?"

She couldn't stand it any longer. His hands and fingers had been rubbing and smoothing over her vagina, her clitoris, and her rear end for nearly twenty minutes. She was soaking wet, and desperate for some kind of relief. She reached down with her hands and pulled his face up to hers. She kissed him hard on the lips. She murmured, "Oh Paul."

He was at the very edge of endurance himself. He reached down and found her vagina. He squirmed on top of her and tried to penetrate. It was more than he could handle. He ejaculated all over her vagina. He never even got in. He leaned back embarrassed and ashamed, "Oh I'm sorry."

Allyson lay there still hot, trying to keep from thrashing about. Why, she wondered were men, actually only two now, never able to finish the job. Of course she knew. Paul was too new. This might even be his first time. She pulled him closer and kissed him again, "Get me some wet towels."

He dashed back to the bathroom. Rinsed two towels with warm water and ran back to the bedroom again, "Here"

She motioned to a place beside her on the bed, "Lie down here."

He lay back down.

Allyson took the towels and wiped the wasted semen off her pussy and upper thighs. She turned to Paul and took the towels and started to wipe him off too. As she started to wipe his penis started to engorge again. She watched him get bigger. It was the first time she'd ever really seen anything like it. She whispered, "Wow."

Paul was a nervous wreck. He knew he was coming back, and he was scared he'd make a second mistake. He was shaking all over as he rolled on top of her.

She lay flat and wrapped her arms around chest. He was having trouble finding her opening so she reached down and helped him in.

He pushed in. He'd never felt anything like it. Her whole pussy was wrapped around his penis. It was tight, it was hot, it was wet, and it felt like nothing he'd ever felt before. He kept pushing in further and further. He was scared because he didn't want to hurt her so he just kept it in there for two or three seconds before he started moving back and forth, in and out.

Allyson was overwhelmed. She'd had sex with John, but this was a first. She knew right up front Paul was a boy who'd probably seldom masturbated, and if he had if was probably only to be able to get to sleep. Though this was his second erection in a matter of a few minutes, he was as big and as hard as John had ever been. No he was bigger and harder, and his thing was so hot inside her. She started kicking and squirming, rolling around. She was so excited. He was so deep inside. She clutched at his back and emitted several low moans. She'd seen some old porn videos, and she knew the stuff they said and did was all for the camera. Women almost never went through all that stuff, but holy God she thought; this had to be one of those times. 

Paul was so excited. He'd never done anything like this before. This was the greatest experience of his life. He could see himself doing it all night, one right after the other, or at least until he ran out of stuff or had a heart attack. Careful not to hurt her back he grabbed the back of Allyson's head. He pulled her face as close to his as he could, "Oh Allyson."

She murmured back, "Paul."

He whispered, "I love you Allyson."

She replied, "Oh how I needed to hear that. I love you too. I love you. I love you. I love you."

He was in over his head. She'd never told him that before. He wanted this to last, but he just couldn't do it. He pushed in as hard as he could. He ejaculated deep inside her. He thrust up and in so hard and deep he thought he'd reached the inner end of her uterus, and in fact he had.

Allyson pushed back as hard as she could. He was in as far as he could go, and far farther than John had ever penetrated. She never felt so alive. She moaned again. She felt his semen as it rushed up inside her. She'd missed all her contraceptive pills for over two weeks, and just had her period a few days before. She wondered if she was ripe. She hoped she was.

Paul stopped thrusting. He felt so sensitive. He started to pull out.

Allyson held him close to her, "No don't. Leave it inside. You feel so good to me."

He lay there on top, and slowly felt his manhood diminish. 

Allyson felt his penis shrink but she didn't care. He had been inside her. He had made her his. She felt so full, so good, so complete.

Finally Paul pulled out and rolled over on his back, "Jesus."

Allyson rolled over next to him, "Lie still." She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. This was too good. They had to try again.

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Driving down the road grandma and grandpa started to talk. Both had a few things on their mind. Actually they both had a few of the same things on their minds.

Grandma started first, "What do you think of that girl Allyson?"

Grandpa replied, "Hard to say."

Grandma asked again, "You must have some opinion."

Grandpa answered, "Yes I guess I do."

Grandma asked a third time, "Well?"

Grandpa finally responded, "She'll be in the family soon."

Grandma wasn't satisfied, "What's that mean? As in the family way?"

Grandpa considered the comment, "Could be."

"Could be what?"

Grandpa thought it out as he talked, "My guess is she and our grandson Paul will be getting married one day. She'll be having babies. You'll be ordering her around, and I'll be running everybody's errands."

Grandma scoffed, "You're not making any sense."

He kept talking, trying to work through what he saw, "Paul and Allyson may or may not get married, but they'll have a baby soon. Then she'll come to you for advice and help. She'll come partly because you'll be the most approachable, but mainly because, more than anyone else she'll want you to love her. You will give her advice and help, and you will love her. I'll have all I can do driving back and forth running you girls errands."




Allyson Ch. 07



Grandma got angry, "You're talking nonsense."

Grandpa repelled the remark, "You're already infatuated. I kind of think she's a good girl but with problems, the beating she took is proof of that. She's great with children. Or hadn't you noticed. Paul will marry her because she's the kind of person he needs, someone who will take care of him. She wants to marry him. She's desperate for love, and she sees what she needs in him. He'll go on and become some kind of scientist. She'll be the scientist's wife, and she'll end up being a better Catholic than you are."

Grandma laughed, "You saw all this in one afternoon."

"I did."

"You think she's a good girl. Do you think she'll be good for Paul?"

"She is and she will."

"What makes you think she'll be hanging around me?"

He laughed, "You watch. Audra will become her best woman friend, the older girlfriend she can talk to and gossip with, but you. I watched her today. She hung on every word you said. Everybody watched her with Myna. Nobody watched her watch you. She'll want to please you. She'll do everything you suggest, everything you say. Before it's over she'll love you more than your natural children. She'll do that because she's needy. Paul can only fill some of her needs. You'll fill the rest. You'll see you'll love her, and when I'm gone and you're old and alone it'll be her who'll take care of you. You can bet on it."

Grandma looked at her husband, "You figured all this out after one day. You're a stupid crazy old fart. You know that?"

"That's what you've been telling me; but I'm right about this one. You can take that to the bank."

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Allyson came back with more clean dampened wash towels. Paul lay on his back with his hands behind his head.

She got on the bed beside him, "Close your eyes. Don't move."

He closed his eyes.

Allyson took the wash cloth and wiped all around his penis, up and down his thighs, and around his waist. She made sure all her and his sweat and other moisture was cleaned away. She looked at his penis. It was soft, flaccid. She took the index finger of her left hand and started to slowly softly rub up and down his soft shaft. Nothing happened at first. She'd never done this before, not by choice anyway so she wasn't sure what would happen. She kept rubbing slowly and gently up and down. She took her finger and softly traced her way over his scrotum. She delicately rubbed under of his balls. She watched as he slowly started to get bigger.

Paul kept his eyes closed and sighed. He was in Heaven. This was the greatest. 

Allyson took her fingers and cupped them around his slowly rising penis. It had started to make a tower. She circled the cylinder of his thing with her fingers. Barely touching it she slid them up and down around it. It kept getting bigger and bigger.

Paul breathed in another deep sigh.

She got up on her hands and knees and leaned over his semi-erect member. She leaned forward and kissed the very tip. She took her tongue and slowly licked around the head of his shaft. It grew faster then. She perched as close as she could without falling over and kissed the head of his penis. She deliberately made a smacking noise when she kissed it. It got even bigger.

She climbed over Paul's legs, straddling them.

He opened his eyes.

She warned, "Keep your eyes closed."

He closed them again.

She inched her way up his thighs till the tops of her thighs and her puss was right over his penis. She took it in her right hand, held it straight, and slowly lowered herself down on it.

Paul couldn't wait. He reached up and, only touching her head, pulled her down. Allyson moved down, but refused to do anything after she had fully filled her vagina with his penis. She sat on top of him, his penis deep inside, and just lay her head on his chest. She started kissing his chest and worked her way up to his face. She still refused to move her lower body. She whispered in his ear, "You feel so good inside me. I love you so much. I'm going to be good to you. I'll take care of you. Marry me Paul. I promise you'll never be sorry."

He held her head as tightly as he could. He tried mightily not to move.

She used all her might to try to keep him still. She just wanted him to be inside her.

It couldn't last. Things this perfect never did. He had to ejaculate. Once again he flooded her vagina with his semen. 

She received every single drop. Every particle, every single sperm cell leaped inside her. God she prayed make this the start of something.

They lapsed slowly into asleep together. Her on top, him with his arms wrapped tightly around her head, still afraid to touch her savaged back.

As she lay there she thought about the little girl Myna, about Audra, about Paul, especially about Paul. She'd make him the best wife. She thought about his grandmother; soon she hoped her grandmother. If there was anyone in this family she needed to please she knew it was her.

Paul lay there and slowly drifted off to sleep. He'd marry her. He'd take care of her. He'd protect her. They could go back east together, set up house. Everything would work out. He was sure of it.

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It was Thanksgiving night. Things looked good for Paul and Allyson. It looked like they had their lives on track. They could go back east, rent an apartment, they could play house. Why not, his parents had done it. But it was a different world than when Jeremy and Audra had set out. The rules had changed. Scholarships and grants came with strings. Costs were a lot different. There were complication they, in the heat of the moment, had not yet considered. It was only Thursday night. There were too many intangibles, too many questions. Still, he wouldn't be headed back east for another four weeks. They still had time, a little time anyway. But a lot could happen in four weeks.



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