0 comments/ 11579 views/ 0 favorites She Came In... By: MrGreen She came in through the bathroom window, which scared the shit out of me. Actually, that's not true. The shit was coming out just fine until she came in. Then, however, my bowels clenched up on me. I guess, more accurately, that it startled the shit into me. Semantics. Anyway, there I was on the toilet with my trousers around my ankles when she appeared. She was very nice, didn't even comment on the smell, and it was bad, that something-died-in-my-colon smell I emit when I'm hung over. We had really tied one on the night before. I think we'd been celebrating Bastille Day, or maybe it was Tet. I don't know, some excuse to drink. Perched on the windowsill, she looked to be feeling a hell of a lot better than I did. I was surprised. I'd spent my night in a bed. Okay, the bed was spinning, but it was a bed. She, on the other hand, had spent the night passed out face down under the neighbor's hedges. Other than some smudges of dirt on the tip of her nose and above her left eyebrow, however, she looked great. "You know," she said. "They say that if you can watch someone taking a dump and not be grossed out, then it's true love." "Really?" I said, crossing my legs, trying to act casual. "Am I making you nervous?" she asked. "Not at all." A lie. "Mind if I take a shower?" she asked. "Go right ahead." I'm sure my voice cracked. She stripped off her clothes and hopped into the shower, leaving the door open, presumably so we could continue our conversation. Perhaps I should mention here that we barely knew each other, certainly not well enough that I felt comfortable taking a shit while watching her lather her nubile, naked, supple young body--oh, shit. New problem. I was getting an erection while we talked. Or, more accurately, while she talked. I was too nervous to say a word. I sat, thinking thoughts of Ross Perot, praying for flaccidity. To no avail. I had a hard-on, my shit was stuck in my anus, and I couldn't move. I was not at all up to the task of wiping my ass in front of this nymph. Until she'd shown up, it had been a pretty gooey number, and I knew it would take a lot of wiping to clean up. So there I sat, my flagpole waving in the breeze, waiting to be noticed. It didn't take long. "You want me to close the door?" she asked. "Oh, no. This is fine." "Is that painful?" She pointed at my erection. "A bit," I squeaked. "Well, why don't you get rid of it?" "Believe me, I'm trying." "I don't mean by thinking about Ross Perot." How'd she know that? "I mean masturbate. Jerk off. I don't think it'll go away otherwise." "Pardon?" "Well, I'd help you, but I don't know you that well. Don't know your history. Go ahead, I don't mind." She started shaving her legs. "What the hell?" I thought. "Why not?" So I started the old, familiar motion. "Why don't you take off your shirt?" she asked. "You don't want to mess it up." "Thanks," I said, and whisked off my shirt. When I pulled my head out from under the cloth, I noticed that her hand was now between her legs. "I hope you don't mind," she said, "but I was starting to get a little horny myself, watching you." I just nodded. I was getting incredibly turned on. We watched each other very closely, and it wasn't long before we both came, she in the shower, I all over my belly. She stepped out of the shower, dried off, and put on her clothes. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You're very sweet," she said, and went back out the way she came in, leaving me sitting, shit in my rectum, cum in my navel, and my hang-over completely gone. She Came In ... "She Came In Through the Bathroom Window" She came in through the bathroom window. That's how they got us. We thought we were doing pretty good up until then, all things considered. We were caught out in the open when it happened, driving down I-35 to visit family in Kansas City. We only made it as far as Des Moines before we hit one of the quarantine barriers. They were such a stupid fucking idea, really. The government knew they couldn't wall off the whole fucking Midwest, so they decided to put in traffic stops. Seriously, traffic stops. As if they bothered using roads. We managed to get turned around (and that was an ordeal all by itself--one of them clung to the bumper for about a mile) but by that time the highways were getting pretty crowded, and the radio announcers were telling everyone to find someplace safe and hole up until it all blew over. Mal and I, well, we were about six hundred miles south of home and didn't know anybody in Iowa, and the names of the public shelters were just names to us. We didn't know where to go; all we knew was that we needed to get off the road while we still could. We didn't have the right instincts for this. We were both from big cities, Mal from San Diego and me from New York, and to us safety meant bright lights and police. If we'd found some dinky-ass farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, maybe I wouldn't even be writing this right now. Maybe Mallory wouldn't have Sorry, couldn't finish that sentence. Not yet. She was beautiful, you know that? I mean, really beautiful, not the kind of beautiful that you became after you got infected. She had long chestnut hair that went all the way down to the small of her back and swayed when she moved, and a gorgeous butt that had another sway of its own. It always seemed to move just out of time with her hair, like they were in a syncopated rhythm that always kept me guessing. I fell in love with her during Freshman Orientation, when she led us on a walking tour of campus. If you watched her walk like that for five minutes, you'd have fallen in love with her too, but I was lucky enough that she fell in love back. We had a good long time together. Nothing can take that away from us, even if the scientists never find a cure and humanity gets overrun and all that's left of Mal and I is a bunch of pictures that nobody ever looks at and this story that nobody knows how to read anymore. We loved good and hard for the time we had each other. That's important. That matters. I keep reminding myself of that, because otherwise I start thinking about how it's all my fault. Because let's face it, it is. I was driving. I could have gone for one of the farmhouses, but all I could think of was that old black-and-white movie with the people trapped in the farmhouse with the things pounding outside, and even if that didn't happen, I figured we'd probably get shot because everyone was saying on the radio how dangerous it was to go near strangers and I could only imagine what some hick farmer was hearing on Faux News and who knew what he'd do when two good-looking people came to the door? It still makes me laugh, or it would if I wasn't afraid that I wouldn't be able to stop. The most dangerous virus in the history of civilization, and the most obvious symptom is that you become absolutely gorgeous. Crazy fucking genetic engineering shit, you know? Wouldn't surprise me one damn bit if some big cosmetics company accidentally made it up in their labs. But anyway, we found a town, not big enough to call it a city but we figured it was better than nothing. We drove around until we found a neighborhood that looked deserted--that happened pretty fast, they said on the radio. (Not "they" they. They don't talk. I don't think they're unintelligent, I think they just don't think the same way we do anymore.) They--"they" they--went through a whole town, spreading from house to house so fast that it was over almost before you knew it had started. One infected became two became four became eight and they spread out and pretty soon, bam! Everyone in town was one of them. Then they started sniffing around for more people to infect. Someone said that they could smell our pheromones from twenty miles away. The look on their face when they catch a scent, it's...terrifying and beautiful, all at the same time. What "awesome" used to mean before the surfers took it away. We found a house that looked pretty sturdy, we grabbed all that we could carry and we ran inside. After that, we figured it was just a matter of barricading ourselves inside and waiting until somebody found a cure. They talked a lot about cures on the radio a few days ago. Now the broadcasts just pick up moaning and heavy breathing. One time there were squishing noises for about twenty minutes. I think one of them was using the mike as a dildo. Not that we listened much to the radio right away. We were too busy. Ever actually try to barricade yourself inside a modern house? What am I saying, if you're able to read this you've probably done it. But you know how much work it is. Every picture window, every sliding glass door, every single fucking entrance is a gap in your defenses. And all you have to work with is the furniture. We gave up half the house as indefensible before we even started, focused our attention on bringing the canned food into the bedroom before we forgot about even trying to get to the kitchen anymore. We didn't know how long we had, but we felt like we were on a timer. The house was abandoned, the town was abandoned, but we didn't want to rely on that, you know? Not when it only takes one. Eventually, we got things set up, though. The two of us managed to move a chest of drawers into the bathroom, slide it up against the outer door good and tight. The bed went up against the door to the master bedroom, and we pulled apart a couch and a couple of chairs, used it to board up the windows. That left us the master bedroom and the bathroom it was connected to. We figured that was as good a setup as we could hope for--a place to sleep, a place to pee, running water, and a food supply that looked like it could last us a week or two. The barricades wouldn't hold off an army or anything, but we were hoping that we wouldn't see one. Unless it was on our side, of course. We were hoping to see one of those pretty badly. Once we got settled in, we pulled out the laptop and started looking for a network. Took us a while--the signal was really shitty no matter where we moved the laptop. It was a little better in the bathroom, but even there, we wound up having to do some pretty clever shit with our cell phones to get a usable wireless connection. But that's what I went to college for. It's what I'm good at. Was good at. Gotta start remembering to use that past tense. Anyhow, we went online and found pretty much the same thing everyone was saying. Don't let yourself get caught in the open; don't try to fight one if you don't have to; don't let them touch you, don't try to touch them; if you think you've been exposed to one, don't have sex or even masturbate; and if you wind up having to fight one, use ranged weapons and aim for the head. The same kind of shit they said in zombie movies, except that even the "fast zombies" in the movies couldn't outrun a horse in short bursts. (So fucking scary the first time I saw one coming up behind my car at thirty miles an hour!) Other than that, it was all the usual internet bullshit. Lots of speculation on where it came from, plenty of ideas on how to stop it (always from guys who started their posts with, "Now, I'm not a biologist, but it seems to me...") There was even some porn. Rule 34 in action, you know? Someone had a webcam that was still active in a room full of them, and you could watch them going at it. Because that's the thing. They didn't screw to spread the infection, they screwed because they really really really liked to have sex. That's how you could tell them apart from zombies, in the end. Even if you bent all the rules about "fast zombies vs. slow zombies" and "undead vs. infected with a disease" and everything else, the zombies in the movies never ate their own kind. And these things fucked each other like crazy. We only stayed on the Internet for about twenty minutes, because we didn't know how long the electricity would last and we didn't want to waste our battery. Then we went back in the bedroom and slept for a little while, but it wasn't good sleep. We were both absolutely fried from nerves and exhaustion, but we were also both strung so tight we vibrated. Don't know how many times I woke up out of a nightmare thinking they'd gotten inside, but it was too many. Mal was the same way, I could tell. Normally, she's such a deep sleeper she goes practically boneless, but tonight she was shifting position every five minutes. And she whimpered in her sleep, too. That's one of those things you can't ever explain to someone who's single, the way that you wake up when your girlfriend has bad dreams. Eventually, we made love. I didn't think we were going to at first; we both kind of felt weird, having sex when that had suddenly become a sign of the End Times. But we needed each other. We needed that intimate contact, that connection you only get when you're touching skin to naked skin. And even more than that, we needed...look, I know this sounds kind of bad, but we needed something to do. We were afraid to turn on the TV or the radio, we didn't want to use the computer, we couldn't sleep...sex felt kind of perverse, but it was better than just sitting there worrying. We talked to each other the whole time, in low whispers. I'd never been much of a talker during sex, apart from maybe an "Oh God!" or two, but that night I told Mal just how beautiful she was and how much I loved fucking her. She whispered back to me, talking about how much she loved feeling my cock inside of her and how much she loved the way I touched her. It let us know that we were still human, I think. They didn't talk. They couldn't say, "I love you." They just rutted like animals. We were making love. I keep going back to that moment, even knowing I shouldn't. I don't know if I'm just trying to lose myself in the memory of the last perfect time we had together, or if maybe this is a sign that I'm starting to lose it, but oh god she was beautiful. Her skin was so warm, and her nipples felt stiff and tight against my tongue where I licked them. When she went down on me, it felt so soft and slick and wet that I almost lost it right there. Even then, when she couldn't talk because her mouth was full of my dick, I could see the gleam in her eyes that told me she knew exactly what she was doing and exactly how much I fucking loved it. One of them could never look at you like that. One of them could never tease you with lips and tongue and fingers like that. And when she slid her pussy onto mine, whispering, "oh, fuck yes, you're right on my clit..." I knew I wanted to make her come. I reached down and pressed right at the spot where the base of my cock was sliding in and out of her hot, wet pussy and I rubbed in little circles, and then her sentences broke down into random words like "fuck oh yes feels so fucking touch me oh good feels fuck can't I oh fuck!" and she let out this little baby squeal like she wanted to scream but she remembered she was trying to be quiet even when she came. And when I heard that, I couldn't hold back either and I felt my balls tighten and my hips strain and I came inside her harder than I knew I even could. Sorry if I'm embarrassing you with this, by the way, but fuck it. The world's fucking ending, right? Either they're going to find a cure and I'm going to be way too happy to be alive to care if anyone knows that my girlfriend and I fucked each other's brains out, or they're not and it won't matter anymore. We had mad crazy beautiful passionate sex and if it was the last time we're ever going to get to fuck as normal human beings, it was at least a really fucking wonderful time. I know that matters. Even if there's nobody around to read it, the words are there. After the epic sex, we slept. It was better sleep. We held each other and basked in each other and drifted off into dreamless sleep where the nightmares couldn't get at us for a long while. But when we woke up, we heard the noises from the bathroom. It was like we woke up into all the bad dreams we'd escaped when we slept. It wasn't that we'd forgotten about the bathroom window. We did our best with it. But it was one of those weird little ventilation windows high up on the wall, the kind that open at the bottom like a door instead of sliding up and down. And it opened outwards. We couldn't really nail it shut like we did the bedroom windows. So we'd done the best we could, putting a board across it and hammering the nails into the frame and the window both. We'd hoped that it was too high up and too small of an opening to need to do any more. We were wrong. The noises that woke us up came from one of them, hanging from the bathroom window and yanking on it until the nails came out. The squeaking noises were the nails pulling free, the thumps were her losing her footing or her grip and hitting the wall or the ground, and the last terrible slithery thump that we heard just as our brains were coming unfogged from sleep and we were realizing what kind of shit we were in? That was her pulling herself up and over and squirming through the window and falling into the bathtub. Wasn't enough to kill her, of course. They're tougher than we are, they heal faster, and judging from some of the videos I saw of people fighting them, I think they actually like pain. Maybe it's just another kind of stimulation for them, I don't know. But I know that Mal opened the door just in time to see her get up, smile that "come fuck me" smile they all have, and make for the bedroom like greased lightning. It was so surreal, what happened next. She came charging through the door, and it was like time was doing strange things. On the one hand, it felt like I was thinking in fast motion. I noticed all the little things about her that the videos and the descriptions couldn't catch, like the way her skin was so smooth and flawless that it almost looked wrong--like seeing an actor who'd had all their wrinkles digitally removed, only in real life. I saw her eyes; I don't know if they were really larger than a human's, or if they were just open so wide that they seemed larger. But the irises were definitely silver, I remember that. And the hair, such a bright red that it looked like she'd gotten a dye job. On her head, that was. All the body hair was gone. And I noticed her breasts, too. I couldn't not notice them--she was running at full speed with no bra, and her tits had to be double-d cups. It was like staring at a caricature of a human being, drawn by someone who'd only ever seen us in porn films. I remember thinking that very distinctly. But on the other hand, my body was moving as slow as my mind was fast. I stumbled to my feet, thinking that I had to get between her and Mal so that I could shove it back into the bathroom and--but "and" never materialized, she was on top of Mal too fast. She pounced on Mal, tackling her to the floor and letting the motion carry her right into a deep, passionate, soulful kiss full on my girlfriend's lips. Mal pushed and shoved and tried to knock her away, but the other girl...she was so determined. So single-minded. Everywhere Mal wasn't pushing away, she was pressing and rubbing and moaning the whole time like it was the best sex she'd ever had. I was hard in seconds. I keep trying not to feel guilty about that; I know they're supposed to have some kind of weird pheromone thing that primes your body for sex, I keep telling myself that I couldn't have avoided an erection any more than Mal could avoid getting wet between her legs. But the thing of it is, the worst thing of it is, I know I'm lying to myself. It was hot. It was terrible and terrifying and it ended my girlfriend's existence as a sentient being just as surely as if the other girl had shot her in the head, but it was also unbelievably hot. This thing that used to be a woman was making love to my girlfriend with a devotion more intense than anything I'd ever imagined, and even though Mal was terrified and desperate and panicky, she was also losing her fucking mind with arousal. The girl was kissing and licking and rubbing and grinding everywhere, absolutely everywhere, and I was watching it all as Mal's eyes started to unfocus the way they always did when she was paying more attention to her clit than to the outside world. Her struggles got weaker, less co-ordinated, and even though she was still wriggling around a lot, it wasn't to try to push the other girl away anymore. It was just mindless motion. I don't know how long I just watched them. Like I said, time seemed to be playing games. I know I got my head together eventually, grabbed the comforter off the bed and used it like a net to tackle the girl off of Mal. She struggled, but I sat on her chest and grabbed her head and smacked it against the floor until she stopped moving. Then I went over to check on Mal. I heard myself whispering, "please say she didn't come, please say she didn't come, please say she didn't come..." But she had. Her eyes had that dreamy, post-coital glow to them, and they were already turning silver. I mean, it wouldn't have mattered in the long run. Once you get their...virus, or chemical, or whatever the hell it is inside you, it's just a matter of time, right? You think you're okay, you think you're handling your shit, but you can't stop getting horny and telling yourself that orgasm equals death doesn't convince your erection to go down or your clit to stop throbbing and pretty soon all you can think about is how good it would feel to come. And then I guess you don't think at all anymore. Or maybe you do, just not the way normal humans do. Guess I'll find out, soon. Because Mal kissed me. She was still sluggish...I mean, relatively sluggish. She wasn't as fast as the thing that took her. But she got her tongue in my mouth while I was still crying over losing her, and even though I managed to push her away and get into the bathroom and lock the door, I've still got the taste of her in my mouth. And I know what that means. So do you, if you're reading this. I'm posting it everywhere I can find, but I'm getting more and more 404 errors every time I look. I don't know who'll read it, and I don't know how long it'll be readable, but I'm going to post it anyway. The words matter, even if nobody ever sees them. Our time matters, even once it's over. And once I'm done posting it from my cell phone, I'm going to open the door. I can hear them in the bedroom having sex--I guess I didn't hit her hard enough to kill her. That actually makes me feel good. If they ever do find a cure, it means I'm not a murderer. And if they don't, I guess I finally get to have that threesome every guy dreams about, right? They're getting harder to ignore. I just spent five minutes listening to them moan. Guess that means I have to wrap this up, before I get so horny and distracted I forget how to post. I want to think that I'll make love to Mal one last time, remembering the way she whispered last night as I literally come my brains out. But I kind of suspect that I'll be thinking about the way she looked when her resistance collapsed and she gave in to the relentless pleasure and let herself be fucked into oblivion. Either way, though, I'll be thinking about her. If you're reading this...stay safe. Find a cure. And try to remember that there's someone in Iowa who could use it, ok? Signing off now. THE END She Came In Thru A Bathroom Window It was early Sunday afternoon when my doorbell rang. I was somewhat surprised since I hadn't told anyone where I was living. My shock only increased when I opened the door. Standing in the hallway were my wife, her parents, sister, and brother. I resisted my first impulse to quickly slam the door. I had been raised better than that. Besides, I thought the world of my mother and father, Chester and Dottie Hanson, as well as their younger daughter, Marian. I would never deliberately be rude to them. My wife, Debbie, on the other hand, created emotions in me that were far less charitable. Slamming the door in her face would have been my pleasure. "Jack! We are here to discuss this problem in a civilized manner. Mom, Dad, and Marian felt they might be able to help me get to the bottom of this situation. Dave is just naturally included in family affairs. Please let us in," insisted Debbie, with no doubt that I would acquiesce. I shrugged and stepped aside to let them all in. I didn't have enough furniture for everyone to sit, so I carried two chairs from my kitchenette for Dave and me to use. Then I carried a six pack of soda and another of beer into the room and set them on the shaky combination of plastic and wood that passed for an end table. "Everyone can help themselves to soda or beer. It's all I have to offer," I concluded as I popped the top on an MGD. "You must know that we are here to try to find a reason for your unforgivable actions," began Debbie. "None of us thought you were the type to sneak around and lie. We'd like to know why you did, and if you have come to your senses yet?" Debbie's tone irritated the shit out of immediately, but I avoided blurting my response. I mulled her question over instead. I looked at Dottie and I relaxed. She was tense and wringing her hands. It was apparent that she was upset and I didn't want to make her more so. I turned my gaze to Chester and saw some anger in his face. That came as no surprise. He was a good man and felt his family was the most important thing in his life. I noticed that Marian's eyes were moist as she watched me. Dave was reading the label on his beer can and didn't look in my direction. I knew enough of how the family operated to be certain that Dave was pretty much forced to attend this gathering and wasn't here because he wanted to be. "Well, Debbie, I'm sorry to be such a disappointment to your entire family, but that doesn't change anything. I'm going forward with the divorce. Your lawyer can discuss the details with mine. This drama is not necessary, or helpful," I added. "You're going to throw away almost twenty years of marriage for some slut?" demanded Debbie. "That just isn't like you, Jack. You've always been responsible and level headed. You've never shirked your duties as a father and provider before. This makes no sense at all!" "You can blame it on the old "middle-aged crazies" if you like, Debbie," I retorted. "You can blame it on drug use, excessive drinking, blackmail, or aliens, if it helps make more sense to you. The final result is that I am divorcing you, regardless of the reason, or whether it is logical to you. Just accept it." "Jack," interjected Chester. "We've hired a private detective to find out what has been going on with you. He's only been working for us a couple days, but he quickly notified us of your new address. He has not, however, been able to find anything out about any woman you might be interested in. Does one even exist?" This was a surprise! I should have known that Chester wouldn't accept the situation easily. He wanted facts, and names, so he had hired a private dick. I tried to quickly recall my actions of the previous two days; trying to remember everything I may have done, and everyplace I had gone. I couldn't remember doing anything that would have given my situation away. I had not discussed my personal business with anyone. There was nothing that anyone could have discovered about me, except where I was now living. "I don't know whether to be more insulted that you are calling me a liar, Chester, or that you don't seem to think I'm capable of finding a female that would find me acceptable," I replied calmly. "I don't have to explain my actions to anyone. I especially don't have to tell you with whom I'm smitten. If there were another woman, she would be a lady, and I wouldn't drag her name into this shit-storm." "Chester didn't intend to imply that you were a liar, or that you would not be a wonderful catch for any intelligent woman, Jack. It's more that no one that knows you, and I mean no one, can believe you have betrayed your marriage vows," responded Dottie in a conciliatory manner. "You have always been the strong, supportive husband and father. This desire for a divorce is way out of character for you. We 're concerned for many reasons." "I understand your confusion, Dottie. I would give anything to not hurt you or Chester, but things happen and people change. With the utmost respect for both of you, I am telling you that I no longer want to be married to your daughter," I croaked out with a suddenly very dry throat. "You all need to accept that fact." "Jack, if you are afraid to admit you made a mistake and want to come back, I'll forgive you," sobbed Debbie. "I'll never throw this indiscretion in your face or use it to turn the kids against you. I promise." How about that? Debbie was willing to forgive me! She would take back her wayward husband. Her declaration caught me off guard. I had to ask the question. "Why, Debbie? Why would you forgive me and take me back into your arms and bed?" "W...why?" repeated Debbie. "Because we belong together, Jack. Because we promised each other almost twenty years ago to remain as one. Because the kids need a father! That's why, Jack." I saw Marian flinch a little at her sister's response. We must have noticed the same thing. Debbie's reasons lacked any conviction. "That's it, Debbie?' I questioned. "You would take me back because we made a vow to each other? Not because you actually love me? You say the kids need me, as if I will suddenly stop seeing them when we are divorced. They are old enough to bear this burden quite well. They'll be on their own in a couple years. Even so, I will not forsake them. Don't kid yourself there. I'll still be a major part of my kids' lives. That, I promise." "Of course, I love you, Jack!" declared Debbie. "It's just that you're behaving so foolishly. I simply don't want to pretend that I'm not upset, and hurt, by your actions of late. You have left me, probably for another woman. How am I supposed to feel much love for you in a situation like that? You can't love me, and that hurts. It hurts a lot!" "I have always loved you, Debbie. I still do, but it isn't enough anymore. I have to get on with my life before it passes me by. I suggest you do the same. I think this meeting is pretty much over," I stated sadly. Debbie, Marian, and Dottie were crying and wiping their eyes with tissues as I opened the door. Chester had a scowl and Dave just appeared to be relieved. As Marian moved to the door, she stopped to hug me. I had always gotten along very well with Debbie's little sister and I felt terrible that I had not, in her eyes, lived up to expectations. It was my hope she would never understand. Debbie was the last to leave. She looked truly sad as she moved close and seemed to look into my soul. She appeared to be totally at a loss. She searched my face for some sort of a sign, or something. I just nodded and guided her by the elbow to the door. As soon as I managed to close and lock the door, I went to the medicine cabinet and took a couple pain relievers. Then I lay down on my bed, exhausted mentally and physically. Eventually, I fell asleep. Luckily for me, work was very busy. I have no idea how I would have made it through the next few weeks if I didn't have something to keep my mind off my personal problems. I did spend some time trying to determine if anyone was following me. I took different roads to and from work. Now and then I would take a hard turn without signaling my intentions. I never saw any cars swerve to follow. Either the PI was off my tail, or he was very good. It was a Thursday night, over two weeks from the day Debbie's family had turned up at my door for that conference, when I received a call from Marian on my cell. I had changed phones and had a new number, so I was surprised that she had my number. My two sons were the only ones I had given it to, so it was obvious that Marian had cajoled it from one of them. "Jack!" cried Marian into the mouthpiece. "Danni is missing! She never came home from school today. I've called around and no one has seen her. She never stays away from home without calling! Have you seen her, by any chance?" Danni was Marian's fourteen year old daughter. She was a pretty girl, but very shy and quiet. She had an older brother and a younger sister, but she had always been my favorite. From the time she was able to walk, she would run to me and wrap her little arms around my legs. Marian, Dottie, and Debbie often commented on how Danni wouldn't give anyone else the time of day, but she always came to me. As she grew older, our bond only strengthened. I always took the time to ask her about her school and her friends. I played soccer with her and showed her how to catch a softball. Whenever we were at a family gathering, Danni was usually somewhere close to me. "No, Marian, I haven't," I answered worriedly. "I guess you've tried her cell phone? Did you try any of her teachers at school? They might know something. Has she been healthy?" "She's been unusually quiet and withdrawn lately. Something is bothering her, but she wouldn't tell me what it is, Jack. I was even thinking of asking you to talk to her. She always responded to you," sobbed Marian. "Can you think of anywhere she might be?" "I can't, Marian," I responded. "I'll take a ride around and see if I can find out anything. Call me as soon as you hear from her. I'll do the same if I find her." "Thanks, Jack!" sobbed Marian. "I knew you'd help." As I drove around the area, I tried to imagine what could have happened to Danni. I stopped at her softball coach's house to ask if she had seen Danni in school that day, and if she seemed okay then. "I didn't see her today, Jack" replied a concerned Mrs. Mack. "We had a water main break in the middle school this morning. The kids were released early. As you know, her family lives close enough for her to walk home. I have no idea why she didn't get there." I thanked Mrs. Mack for the information and went back to my car. I decided to ride by the school and then drive the route Danni would have taken as she walked to her house. I soon arrived in front of the school and drove slowly toward Danni's home. I saw nothing unusual. I did see numerous cars, including Debbie's, parked in Marian's driveway. Knowing Marian would have called me if Danni had shown up, I kept driving. By this time, darkness had fallen and an almost full moon had risen. Half a mile beyond Marian's house was a wooded tract of about a hundred acres. As I was passing it, I recalled how Danni had insisted I walk down there with her one Sunday afternoon. She led me along a path to a very elaborate tree stand a deer hunter had erected. It was more like a small condo twenty feet above the forest floor. It had four walls and a roof, along with window openings on every side. I had climbed up the ladder with her and looked around. Two chairs and a small army cot comprised the furniture. Cans of beans and bottles of water were stored in a small pantry-like shelf. Danni mentioned that it was her private place, like her fortress of solitude. She would go there when dealing with her siblings, friends, or parents just became too much for her. She told me that no one else in her family knew about the little shelter. Since I was out of options, I parked the car and found the path that led to that tree. As I climbed the ladder, I knew a sense of foreboding. I found Danni, apparently sleeping on the cot, but I couldn't get any response from her when I tried to shake her awake! I put my ear by her mouth and detected very shallow breathing. Then, in a beam of moonlight, I saw a prescription bottle! There wasn't enough light for me to read the lettering. I realized that the situation wasn't good. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and dialed 911. I briefly explained my fears, as well as my location. The paramedics were about twenty minutes away, so I told them I would drive to meet them in an attempt to save time. The dispatcher told me not to move Danni, just in case she had suffered any physical injuries. I told him that I'd meet the paramedics on route 92, a few miles south of the town ball field and hung up the phone. I placed the empty pill bottle in my pocket, gently draped Danni over my shoulder and climbed carefully down the ladder. I pushed as fast as I dared through the dense woods to my car and then sped off to meet the ambulance. A few minutes later, I stopped and flashed my headlights when I saw the ambulance approaching in the other lane. Soon Danni was loaded and the paramedics were working feverishly over her as the rescue vehicle raced toward the hospital. I had given them the empty prescription bottle in hopes it would aid in Danni's treatment. As I followed, I dialed Marian's number. She sounded frantic when she answered. "Jack! Have you heard from Danni? Have you found her? Please, Jack, tell me you found her!" pleaded Marian. "Marian, she's in an ambulance on her way to County Hospital. I can't tell you anything else, except it's pretty serious and you need to get there as soon as possible!" I urged. "County Hospital!" cried Marian before she began sobbing so hard she couldn't speak. "Jack, this is Debbie. What happened to Danni? Where was she? How did you find her?" she questioned nonstop. "Debbie, all you need to know is that Danni is seriously ill and on her way to County Hospital. The paramedics are doing everything they can, but someone needs to get Marian to the hospital safely, but as soon as possible!" I stated as I turned off the phone to concentrate on driving. I waited outside the emergency room. Since Danni was a minor and her parents had called to say they were on their way, I wasn't given any information. I was pacing the floor when a police officer sought me out. I was still answering his questions what appeared to be every I had boiled into the waiting room. As soon as the cop finished his questions, I was besieged by Danni's family. "I found Danni in a deer stand that is actually more like a small house in the Anderson woods below your home. I remembered that she showed it to me once a couple years ago. It was the only place I could think to look. She was there, but in a near coma. Next to her was an empty prescription bottle. I called the ambulance and met them on route 92. Then I called Marian, and that's all I know. You need to talk to the doctors and nurses for any more information," I concluded. At that moment a nurse came out of the emergency room and the group converged on her. I took the opportunity to slip out to my car, and then return to my dingy apartment. When I got there, I had a couple beers and went to bed. Sleep did not come easily as I worried about the beautiful teen girl. Why did she do it? Would she recover? I sincerely hoped that I had found her in time. It seemed like I had just fallen asleep when the doorbell rang, and rang, and rang. I staggered to the living room and pulled the door open. Before I could even identify the bell ringer, I was grabbed in an embrace. I gradually realized that Dottie was the person hugging me. Chester and Debbie stood behind her in the doorway. Since Dottie wasn't forming any coherent words, Chester decided to fill me in. "Danni is out of danger! Dottie demanded that we stop in and thank you personally. Jack, all of us in the family are indebted to you. If you hadn't found Danni when you did, the outcome would have been much different and far worse," managed Chester with obvious emotion. "You saved her life, Jack!" I felt tears trickle down my cheeks as I hugged Dottie back. I had done something positive for Marian and her parents, as well as saved a wonderful girl's life. It helped lift the burden of guilt caused by my demanding a divorce from their daughter. I noticed that Debbie was looking through the open door into my bedroom. My rumpled bed was clearly visible, and noticeably empty. I realized that Debbie was probably looking for my lover. She wouldn't find her here. Then Debbie stepped into the room and suggested," Jack, this horrible event is bringing us, our family, closer together. A very negative occurrence can sometimes be turned around and create some very good things. This can be one of those times, Jack. Why don't you come back home, where you belong? You've had your space, your fling; I suppose we could call it. This could be the time to forgive and forget." "Debbie, you surprise me. It's difficult to believe that you would forgive me so easily. I don't think I could be so generous, if the shoe were on the other foot. How could you live with a person you don't even trust?" I wondered. "Jack, if you tell me it won't happen again, I'll have to believe you. I think you've learned how important family is to you," reasoned Debbie. "I'm not happy about your actions of late, but I'm willing to work to get past it." "I guess that's the difference between you and me, Debbie. I believe there are definite boundaries in a marriage, or any partnership. Both spouses have to agree on them, as well as abide by them," I added. "Our marriage is beyond repair now. We need to move on with our lives now and not waste time looking at what was, or what might have been." Debbie sobbed as she spun around and hurried from the room. Dottie had pulled back and looked at me like I had two heads. Chester's face was red and his ire was obvious. "You always were stubborn, Jack," observed Dottie. "You were always honorable and trustworthy, too." "Well, Dottie, it looks like I've changed, and apparently not for the better," I shrugged. "I wonder about that, Jack," responded Dottie as she slowly shook her head. "I really wonder about that." After Debbie and her parents had left, I decided to shower and get ready for work. It was still early and I had managed very little sleep, but I didn't want to waste a sick day when I felt like shit. Sick days were for golf and baseball games. It was just after three that afternoon when I received a call from Marian. She was extremely grateful for my efforts in saving Danni. "Jack, I don't know what's going on with you and Debbie, and I'm not going to even ask you about it. I just want you to know that you can do no wrong as far as Danni and I are concerned. I have no words to describe my feelings," gushed Marian. "Believe me, Marian, I am flattered that you thought of me in your time of need, and delighted that I was able to help Danni. She's a beautiful girl and pretty much the daughter I never had. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her." "That's why I called, Jack. I have another favor to ask. Danni is supposed to come home tomorrow. She's refusing and won't tell anyone why. She wants to live with you, Jack," revealed Marian. "Do you have any idea what's going on?" "This is a complete surprise to me, Marian. We've always gotten along well, but I've never given her any reason to think she could leave her family and live with me. There is certainly nothing romantic between Danni and me, in case you're thinking that!" I stated bluntly. "It crossed my mind. I'm ashamed to admit that, Jack. But once I considered everything I know about you, I knew you would never take advantage of a sweet young girl, or any woman, for that matter. You don't even have a girl friend, do you? You don't want to tell anyone the real problem, whatever it may be," asserted Marian. She Came In Thru A Bathroom Window "Marian, I can only reiterate that my behavior with Danni has always been completely appropriate. I will strongly resent any suggestion, by anyone, that it was not. I am sure Danni will collaborate it." "She already has, Jack. She's been questioned by the police, and social services," revealed Marian. "She has been reluctant to tell them anything, with the lone exception that you have always been wonderful to her, but have never even used profanity within her hearing. "The psychologist suggested that you be present when he interviews her again tomorrow. He has concluded that Danni trusts you, far more than her father or me. They don't want to release her until they are certain that she won't make another attempt, Jack. Would you mind being in the room with us when she's interviewed tomorrow?" "Marian, I'm not comfortable with that. I'm not her parent, and under the circumstances, I'm not exactly popular with the rest of your family. How does Dave feel about it?" I questioned. "He surprised me by objecting, to be honest," answered Marian. "He feels you've decided to bail out of the family and shouldn't be involved with us anymore. I know you two have never been close, but his attitude surprised me. Is there something between you two?" "That is a question you should ask him, Marian. I don't think I've done anything to cause any animosity, except divorcing Debbie, and I doubt that'll give him any sleepless nights," I joked. "But back to your request about sitting in with Danni's next interview, I think it would be best if I weren't present. She's your daughter and your responsibility. You'll be able to handle this fine." That evening I was visited by a lady police detective. Her questions suggested that she felt that I might know more about Danni's problems than I had initially admitted in my interview with the cop at the hospital. She implied that my close relationship with my sister's niece was not normal. I had some difficulty maintaining my calm by the time she asked if I had ever masturbated to visions of a naked Danni. Then she wanted to know if the real reason I was seeking a divorce was because I liked young girls and could no longer respond to mature women. I showed the detective the door after telling her I was done with her sick accusations and assumptions. Maybe the job makes them think the worse, but I couldn't help believe that she was the one in need of therapy. What a twisted bitch! I heard through the grapevine that Danni did go home the next day, but she never gave a reason for her attempt on her own life. My informant, my younger son, a senior in high school, told me that she was extremely aloof and had been scheduled to attend therapy several times a week. It was almost two weeks later that everything turned to shit. As had become my custom lately, I had a couple beers more than I needed before I went to bed. I have always been a heavy sleeper and a few beers only magnified that tendency. Something made me rouse from a sound sleep in the small hours of the morning. Suddenly the light came on and I sat up with a start. After blinking numerous times and rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I saw the lady detective standing in my bedroom doorway. Behind her was a uniformed cop, and my landlord, still with keys in his hand. "What the hell!" I shouted. "Have you lost your minds? You can't break in on a law abiding citizen. I'll have your badges, and sue your asses besides!" I threatened. "You're under arrest!" declared the detective with ill concealed delight. "This officer will read your rights to you. Then we'll toss your perverted ass in jail!" That was when I felt arms wrap around my neck from behind me. I almost shit the bed! With a great deal of fear, I turned my head to see to whom the arms belonged. "Uncle Jack!" sobbed Danni. "I just wanted a place to stay! I'm sorry if I got you in trouble!" How the hell did Danni wind up in my bed? I tried to focus my mind on the previous evening. I had a couple beers, well maybe a few too many, and had gone to bed. I never even saw Danni until just now. I didn't let her into my apartment and I certainly didn't invite her to join me in bed! Just when it seemed like things could get no worse, Marian, Dave, Debbie and her parents all marched into what had become an extremely crowded bedroom. Dave was obviously seething. "You son-of-a-bitch!" he roared as he tried to push past the cop to reach me. "She's just a kid, you bastard!" Luckily, for either Dave or me, or maybe for both of us, the cop was able to stop Dave's forward progress. He settled down enough to pretend he wanted a piece of me as the officer held him back. His name calling, however, didn't slow down with his momentum. My confusion was quickly being replaced with anger. How the hell can a guy get into trouble sleeping alone in his own bed? Dave's name calling and insinuations were getting to me as well. Who the fuck did he think he was? "You cowardly shit!" I snarled back as I stepped out of bed. "You've got lots of balls, coming in my place and calling me names. Let's see who the real prick in the room is, Asshole!" As I spoke I started for Dave. Since it wasn't a very big room, it only took a couple strides to be in Dave's face. He had stopped yelling when I stood up and by the time I got to him, he was backpedalling. Somehow he managed to maneuver himself so that Marian was standing between us, as well as the cop. "Danni, are you okay, Baby?" asked Marian. "Why are you here, and why in Uncle Jack's bed? You must understand how this looks. Jack is going to be arrested and probably spend a long time in jail unless you can convince us that he didn't do anything wrong. That task won't be easy, either. What happened, sweetheart?" "I just couldn't live home any more, Mom!" blurted Danni. "I didn't mean to get Uncle Jack in trouble. He didn't even know I was here. I sneaked in through the window in the bathroom. He was asleep, so I just lay down next to him. I felt safe with Uncle Jack. He never touched me, never. Not tonight or any other night. He isn't like that!" "I'll do the questioning here," asserted the detective. "You called the police to help find your daughter, so let us do our job. Danni, why do you feel unsafe at home? Has someone mistreated you?" "Not like what you mean," responded my niece. "It's kind of embarrassing to talk about with everyone here." "Danni, I called Debbie and your grandparents when I found your bed was empty just after midnight. They've been helping me try to find you," revealed Marian. "It was Mom that thought to look for your bicycle and realized it was gone. It was Debbie's idea to come here to look for you. That's why the police are here now. We called them when we realized you were gone. We were all afraid that you'd do something foolish." "You mean like swallow a bottle of your pills again, or have sex with Uncle Jack?" responded Danni. "You think there's something wrong with me." "No, Dear. We're just concerned that you might be confused and do something that you'll regret later. Your family loves you and we're all concerned for your safety and health. You can answer the detective's questions in front of everyone here, Sweetheart. There aren't any dark secrets in our family. Please, just tell the truth and answer her questions," pleaded Marian. "Marian, it might be better if she just spoke to the detective alone," I suggested as a sudden fear gripped me. "You can't put the Genie back in the bottle once it gets out. It's possible that Danni will say something not everyone should hear." "Jack, that's exactly why I want everyone to hear Danni answer the questions," responded Marian. "I don't want her turning into another you, with secrets and really strange behavior. The truth is always best!" "Okay, Mom, if that's what you want. I'll tell the detective what I'm afraid of and why I feel safer with Uncle Jack. I'm afraid of Dad!" admitted Danni. "Me?" roared Dave. "I've never harmed you! I've never done anything a loving father wouldn't do! Why would you possibly be afraid of me?" "A few weeks ago, I forgot to take my mitt to school with me. Since we had a game that day, Mrs. Mack let me walk home to get it during a study hall," replied Danni hesitantly. "I always cut across the empty lot behind our house when there is no snow. I saw Uncle Jack leaning over by his car that was parked in the street in front of our house. He was vomiting! "I started to run to see if he was okay, but he quickly jumped into his car and drove off. Then I went to my room to get my glove and I heard all kinds of bad sounds coming from Mom's room. It sounded like screaming, only a little quieter, so I peeked in to see what was wrong," revealed Danni. By this time, the room was absolutely silent. I could hear the beat of my heart as it pounded in my head. Everyone was focused on Danni. Dave was beginning to look a little pale. "Dad was naked and he was calling a woman all kinds of bad names while he was spanking her, hard. She was naked, too. She was screaming for him to not stop and to stick his thing in her butt," recalled a trembling Danni. "Then Dad just got over her and did exactly what she told him, but real hard. She screamed some more while he went up and down on her." "Oh my God!" blurted a shocked Marian. "Your father did that? Are you sure it was him, Danni? Do you know who the woman was?" "Of course it was Dad. I saw him clearly and heard his voice. He grabbed the woman by the hair and pulled her head up and I saw her face. It was Aunt Debbie, Mom!" sobbed Danni. I was too upset to look at anyone, so I studied my feet while a shit storm swirled around me. I had hoped to spare Marian, Chester, and Dottie this bit of reality. Danni had seen pretty much the same stuff I had been so disgusted by only minutes before. I had stopped to drop of some books my son was loaning to Marian's oldest kid that day. I wound up losing my breakfast in the street before driving away. I had no idea that Danni was on her way home and would see many things no kid should ever see. Eventually, the detective quelled the near riot. Then she urged Danni to finish her story. The cop was now standing in the doorway, so no one could leave. Dave was red-faced and sweating while Debbie had collapsed in a ball on the floor. "I ran and got my glove and left as fast as I could," continued Danni after the delay. "The day we were sent home because the water line broke, I found Aunt Debbie with Dad again. This time he was sitting on the couch and Aunt Debbie was sitting on the floor between his legs. He was calling her bad names again as he pulled her head down on his penis. I could hear her gagging. I thought he was choking her to death at first. Then Dad would let her up, she'd take a breath, and he'd push her back down again. It was awful!" "When I turned to leave, I saw Grandma's prescription bottle on the kitchen counter, so I grabbed it and ran to my tree house. I took all the pills and washed them down with a bottle of water. That was when Uncle Jack found me and saved me. I was afraid to tell anybody about Dad and Aunt Debbie. I knew Mom would be mad. Grandma and Grandpa would be mad, too. Dad would be in big trouble and I was afraid he'd hurt me like he did Aunt Debbie for telling on him. That's why I ran away last night and sneaked into Uncle Jack's room. I was scared and I knew Uncle Jack would never let Dad hurt me. Uncle Jack has never so much as touched me in the wrong way. He's not like that!" finished Danni as tears ran down her cheeks. This time there was total silence, as opposed to the bedlam that had broken out a few minutes earlier. I considered the situation and realized I needed to speak. "I owe an apology to Marian, Chester, Dottie, and especially Danni," I began. "I discovered Debbie and Dave that day Danni saw me tossing my cookies in the street. I was so upset and angry, I was actually afraid I was going to kill Debbie and Dave. I decided to just get away from them and think it over. Stupidly, I decided to simply divorce Debbie and not say anything about her and Dave to anyone. "I believed I would be sparing all of you this pain. I thought Debbie and Dave would come to their senses after I announced I was divorcing Debbie. I thought that deep down, she would know that I must have figured out what was going on. That would leave one family intact. What I actually accomplished is this mess," I stated miserably. "If I had just confronted Debbie and Dave, we would probably be where we are right now, but without Danni being so traumatized. I convinced myself that I was taking the high road, but I wasn't. I was on the wimp expressway. I have all sorts of feelings of inadequacies after watching Dave with Debbie for a couple minutes. He has her mastered. After almost twenty years of fooling myself, I suddenly realized I wasn't even beginning to scratch her itch. I think that's why I decided to ride off into the sunset rather than listen to Debbie explain, in no uncertain terms, what a pathetic excuse for a husband and lover I was. I told myself I was protecting the innocent victims of a couple of demented people. In reality, I was afraid to face the truth from Debbie. Now Danni has paid the price. I am so sorry, Danni." "Uncle Jack!" exclaimed Danni as she launched herself off the bed and embraced me in a tearful hug. "I don't think there's anyone to arrest here," admitted the lady detective. "There are a couple people that probably wish I'd simply shoot them, but I won't. I have to go file my report. I suggest that you two leave with me to avoid any further trouble. I don't think it's a good time to try to explain or apologize." Dave helped Debbie up and led her from the room. Marian wrapped her arms around Danni and me as they both cried their hearts out. Chester and Dottie moved closer and rubbed Marian's back in an attempt to comfort her. No one spoke. No one knew what to say. She Came Over for Coffee He'd moved in a month before after a long search for the right home. It was a nice place near the end of a cul-de-sac and this prevented people from driving through the neighborhood. The place had three bedrooms and was reasonably new yet perfectly maintained. He worked from home and late one afternoon he came outside to his car and the neighbors across the street came over to introduce themselves. They were in their forties he'd guessed and she was barely five feet tall. Her Husband was short too at about five seven he'd guessed and both were far shorter than his six four frame. They spoke a few minutes and he learned their names. She was Rachel and seemed to speak for both of them. Suddenly she glanced over his front lawn and asked if he'd mind if she watered it for him. The lawn appeared to be showing a loss of its original deep green and she suggested that she could come by regularly and water it. He tried to apologize and say that he'd take better care of it but she insisted it was no trouble at all and she enjoyed watering. Her husband spoke up then and said that his wife always worried about the look of the neighborhood and feared property values might come down if people saw anything except perfectly green lawns. She was embarrassed but agreed that property might come down and so he agreed that if she wanted to do it then watering would be okay with him. Moments later he was driving down the street and shaking his head at the strange encounter although he thought they were good people and the wife Rachel was good looking. He'd moved from the adjacent town forty miles away and had an old friend with privileges that began visiting him for the sex. For a while she would come over for hours of passion and even occasionally spend the night. It was okay with him because he didn't know many people and no girls in his new job and new town so her visits kept him from getting far too horny. After perhaps a half-dozen visits and another couple of months his old girlfriend preceded him out the door one morning about nine o'clock and Rachel was out front watering. When Rachel looked up he introduced his friend Kathy as his cousin that visited a lot. Kathy always wore a wedding band although she was single, Rachel saw the ring and said hello. Kathy studied Rachel a moment and asked "Is she frequent in your bed too?" He was instantly embarrassed and tried to explain that Rachel was a neighbor and she lived across the street with her husband. Kathy smiled as if she knew better, got in her car and drove away. He tried to explain to Rachel that Kathy had always thought he bedded every woman he knew and that he was sorry if she'd been offended. Rachel was embarrassed but said it was okay and so he told her that he'd like to explain anytime if she had extra time and then told her that he always left his front door unlocked if she ever wanted a cup of coffee. He added that he kept the Mr. Coffee available. Rachel shut off the water and walked home without saying much more. Rachel continued to water the lawn several times a week but they hadn't spoken since. Also Kathy hadn't been over. Then one morning he was up as usual at five and put the coffee on. He worked from home and began his day in a bedroom he'd set up as his office and workspace. Over the next hour he heard the neighborhood waking and cars driving off to work but thought nothing of it. Around nine that morning Rachel came to the front door and knocked softly. She received no response and tried the door. As promised it was unlocked and she went in. She'd been in the house many times because the previous owners had been her friends. She listened and heard a soft noise in the kitchen and headed toward it. As she rounded a corner she saw him standing with his back toward her. He was pouring cereal into a bowl but that isn't where she was staring. He was completely naked with his back toward her and she suddenly felt a warmth and glow she hadn't felt in years. It was a deep gnawing and need for something she had assumed was slowly going away. She knew she should quietly go back to the front door and knock louder but couldn't. Her eyes and her body ached and wouldn't respond to her mental demands. She wanted more, a lot more, all of it and she wanted to see all of him. He turned now and still hadn't seen her but she saw him and that prize that a girl sometimes dreams of then he saw her and almost jumped. She saw him now go from fully relaxed to fully aroused and could barely believe how quickly it had happened or how large it was. She thought that if she'd blinked she'd have missed that instant transformation. She'd never had such an effect on a man and had never seen this happen nor had she seen a prize so large. He almost dropped the cereal box as he tried to apologize by saying he hadn't expected anyone in his house or that early. Then he panicked and tried both to simultaneously leave for his bedroom and cover himself. There was no escape and he searched urgently for anything to hide it but he saw nothing except her. She laughed nervously and told him that it was okay and that she'd knocked but he mustn't have heard her. He said perhaps he'd run in and throw on some pants. She glanced down again at the reception she'd received and smiled with deep appreciation. "Don't worry. I've seen it all many times although not as often anymore nor as substantial. Just relax. Didn't you tell me to come over anytime for coffee?" He was completely unsteady as he said "Yes. I'll get you some." He opened the cupboard and took out a cup and saucer then poured the cup full. She saw it sway as he turned. "Do you need cream or sugar?" She was still smiling and occasionally glancing up to his face before returning to her primary focus "No. It's okay. I usually drink it black." He was still ill-at-ease as he still tried to cover himself and hold the cup out to her and said apologetically "I'll go put some pants on." She took the cup and refused to move aside and let him leave the room then she turned and put the cup on a kitchen table and told him to relax. "Here sit down and let me get you some coffee too." She pulled a chair from under the table, turned it toward her, almost pushed him down onto it and still blocked his escape as she turned toward the coffee pot. When he'd sat she followed his earlier movements and retrieved a cup and filled it before handing it to him. "What caused that?" she asked looking down and nodding at his arousal. "I... I don't know." he said with a stutter. "Oh c'mon! Something caused it." she said with a smile. She was suddenly feeling in charge and didn't want to leave before sampling it at least visually. He seemed to think for a moment before slowly answering "Maybe it's your blouse." "What about my blouse?" she asked with a smile. "It's tight and partially unbuttoned... and those shorts... and it doesn't look like you're wearing a bra and your nipples are showing their size pressed into the fabric." he said defensively. "I'm not wearing panties beneath either." she said with a smile and glanced down at his situation once more. Her stare was more obvious now and it showed approval "My telling you that seems to have caused you more of a problem just now." she commented with a devilish grin. He didn't answer and then she added "I only know a few things that can cure that." "What's that?" he answered shyly. "Well this is one of them." she said as she pulled another chair out close to him and sat down. She reached out now and wrapped her hand around it as far as she could then while looking into his eyes she leaned forward and lowered her face to him. He jumped when she touched him. In moments he felt her lips warm around him and she was working them around it. It seemed only an instant and she had the head fully into her mouth and she was moaning as she worked. It seemed impossible to him and he had a thought that perhaps he was in a mental fantasy of an unknown type. Then he felt her swallow and then swallow again and with each swallow she managed to take him a bit deeper until after minutes he was fully inserted and her throat muscles were still working as if to swallow even more. Slowly she worked him out the same way and he was on the verge of a climax as she swept her tongue over and around it to remove excess saliva. "Is it feeling better? Am I helping at all?" she asked with a teasing smile. He couldn't speak and she took his hand and placed it on top of her head as she said "Perhaps you can help and maybe it'll go faster and now I could take some of that cream now you offered." A broader smile spread her lips as she lowered her head and began over again. She was working on him diligently and moaning softly as her body occasionally trembled and her thighs tightened while her throat muscles paused for a moment as she'd climax then she'd continue as if nothing had happened. He was beginning to mentally relax although his body was more involved than it had been as he moved his other hand to her head and began guiding it as his body began responding intensely then he too began to moan mixed with grunts as his back arched upward again and again. "I'm going to..." but the words seemed to cause her to increase her efforts and tempo while refusing to pull her head away. He did then and he felt it coming from deep in his scrotum and it was the most involved he'd been in years as he enjoyed the differences in feel and dedication in how she worked it. No girl he'd known had ever done it like this. She swallowed and took his full load before slowly and deliberately pulling back. Long minutes seemed to pass then it was free and away. Once more she sealed her lips around his head as her hands worked from base to tip milking every remaining drop and then she cleaned away the saliva again before looking up into his eyes with a smile. She was barely out of breath as she asked "Did that help at all?" Now he had to smile as her fingers tightened around him even more intensely. He still couldn't speak and his fingers were running through the softness of her hair. "Oh. It seems you haven't been helped at all. The condition still exists maybe I should do it all again." she said with a laugh. He responded by standing and picking up her tiny frame and carrying her into his bedroom. "What are you going to do?" she asked still smiling and enjoying the feel of being held up by his arms. "I thought you said you knew several ways to cure my problem." he said enthusiastically as he placed her on the mattress and began to remove her blouse. "Perhaps you'll show me another." Her breasts were full like those of many small ladies and as he looked her nipples were hard. He pinched them and then lowered his lips to them one at a time. "Do you still like my nipples?" she asked knowing the answer. "They're even greater than I'd imagined." While he worked her nipples his hands were working on her tight shorts and in a moment they were off and she was nude. He studied her body with complete approval and she glanced down at his arousal again as she said "I think your condition has worsened." His answer was to turn her around, lift her to her knees with her feet hanging over the edge of the mattress then force her knees apart and pull her ass back toward him. He ran his fingers and the side of his hand back and forth deep between her lips. "I have a couple of choices it looks like." he said "Which do you prefer?" "Take the bottom one because I don't think the top one can take all of you." she answered. "Hmmm. Take the bottom one? The one in your bottom looks tighter yet." he said sarcastically. "No! Not my bottom! Take it where it would normally go." she laughed. A moment later he was entering and felt her muscles working him in nearly the same fashion as her throat had done and it was a trick he'd never seen before but was fully appreciating as he slowly drove full depth and then began long-stroking her. "It doesn't happen often anymore." she said over her shoulder "but it takes you a lot longer to get there than it does with my hubby. It feels so good and it fills me like I've never experienced. Do you think this may cure your problem?" "Only for a couple of minutes." he answered mischievously "Can you feel it?" "OMG! Every time I feel your body slam into my ass I cum again." she said and her body trembled once more. "Can you feel how wet you've got me? I didn't come over for this but now that I've got it I need more." He gave it to her again and again and her body began slamming into him each time he drove toward her. He took her forcibly hard now and they were good together and soon each knew the other's body and developed mutual needs. After three hours with only short pauses she said "I really think now that I've been fucked. I've never felt this way before even after three grown kids. I hope you know that you'll have me at your door and mercy more often than you can imagine and I intend to take care of the first problem I noticed in your kitchen this morning even if Kathy comes by. You can't tell me Kathy is a cousin unless you guys are from the hills... somewhere cousins enjoy sex together. I had no idea what I was going to stumble across this morning but I'm glad I found it. It surprised me but I'd dare any woman, married or not to turn away and not get involved if it had happened to them. Then when I saw you so tall and completely naked with such a tight ass I couldn't move. When that huge hard-on grew instantly as you noticed me I couldn't even tear my eyes away or stop looking and wanting it. "If you'd asked I'd have stripped and dropped onto my back on the floor immediately." and they laughed. "You bring that sweetness over anytime you can and you can leave off bra, panties or anything else you feel comfortable in when you're coming over as long as your body is mine to treasure, satisfy and enjoy." he teased and held his erection out to her again. They were still naked and still hungry.