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The Homeless

By: brunorivera



I am Ivonne. My parents got married when they were too young and they got divorced when I reached my adolescence. My mother remarried a man of bad character, and both became alcoholics. At first, my stepfather didn't sympathize with me, because he scolded me without reason. When I turned sixteen years old, his attitude changed, becoming more affectionate. But I found out about his true intentions. If I told it to my mom, she would not believe me and would side with her husband. I realized that I no longer had a home, so, I simply disappeared. I took a few clothes in order to escape from my home.

I spent some months strolling for the city, but I there saw drugs, prostitution and hypocrisy on the part of the community help organizations; the same things from which I escaped from my house. For that reason, I never stayed in a same place for much time, but I rather walked on leaving there.

In the suburbs, I hardly got food and the little clothes that I took along became tattered. Soon I went by a middle-class residential complex, and through a small forest, I got to the local streets without being noticed. I observed how certain families lived, and one in particular drew my attention. It was a single father, with two children, a girl about to enter adolescence, and a young boy. The gentleman was nice, in spite of the fact that he had difficulty to care for his offspring; he even seemed to be young. The mother never appeared. Soon my hunger forced me to take a desperate action, and I watched this family for several days, until through a negligence, I entered through the back door.

At first, I only ate dry cereals and I drank a little water from the refrigerator, but this didn't satisfy me. I thought of cooking, since I saw all kinds of food in that refrigerator unable to taste them. I could take this no more. But I could not handle foods being so dirty, after months, perhaps years, wandering for so many streets of my country, so I had to take a bath. I took almost half an hour in removing so much grime, and after taking off what I was wearing, I could not put them on again. I put it into the washing machine with some of the family clothes, but upon finishing, mine disintegrated and no longer had anything to wear!

I was overcome by hunger and told myself:

"I will take care of my clothes later."

I put on an apron, and I cooked chicken with boiled potatoes, some in the broth, and mashed the rest. When everything was ready, I served the table and I began to eat. I felt revitalized, but I soon heard the noise of the man's truck arriving at the house. I was filled with fright, because here I am an intruder, and also, I am naked. I tried to slip away toward the back yard, and I tripped over stuff, until hiding in a corner of the rear patio. I thought for a moment that nobody had heard me, and I forgot that the scent of so much food them would make them suspect about my presence. Soon the man arrived to where I was hiding, aiming me with a modern kind of gun, and we both were horrified. I begged him:

"Please, don't kill me! I'm sorry, I will leave!

"No, you thief. What I will do will be to turn you over to the police."

"No! Not that! You better kill me, but I don't want to return to my stepfather!"

I cried and I even soiled myself, and then, he lowered his weapon, because some of my sorrow got to him. He responded:

"It's all right, I won't denounce you; at least, not like this."

He called toward inside to his daughter:

"Illy, bring me one of your mom's robes."

After five minutes, the girl brought it and he handed it to me so I got dressed. Then, he sent his children to clean up, then me, and we all sat at the table together. The young son gave me the same plate from which I began eating, already reheated in the microwave oven. We ate in silence, although the boy asked his father:

"Dad, is she our new mom?"

We all felt uncomfortable, but we concealed it. When we were done eating, the children commented to me:

"You cook well, more than..."

The father sent the children to their rooms so he could interrogate me. I explained my history to him and I added:

"My name is Ivonne. I ran away from my house because my stepfather began to abuse of me. I won't say anything more. I don't use drugs and I only took from your cereals until was hungry for hot food, done at home. I didn't make too much of a mess. My clothes came undone in the washer, so now I can't leave from here."

The man was moved and asked me:

"Does somebody know that are you here?"

"No. Nobody has seen me here."

"It's all right. I will tell you what we will do. You will stay for some time but I can't pay you with money. You will have food and I will even buy you some clothes, but I will soon need you to leave."

Although he didn't offer much, I accepted. While the father observed, the girl measured me, and the three of them went out to the shopping center. I picked up the table, I washed all the dishes, and I sat waiting for them. Soon they arrived, with new clothes, including underwear. He also gave me a towel and a toothbrush. I had to sleep on the sofa, much more comfortable and fluffed than where I have had to sleep all this time. 

The next day, I heard the noise and the voices of the family waking up and getting ready to go to work and school. I got up, I put on the robe and I cooked a light breakfast for all. They marveled upon seeing carefully prepared food again, although they ate quickly. The man looked at me with a mixture of emotions, but he turned away to usher the children. I finished eating and picking up, in order to wash up and then to clean the house. I only swept the living room and other common areas, I cleaned the kitchen of old stains of spilled food, avoiding the bedrooms. I thought of fleeing again, but I was afraid, and in my indecision, I saw that they soon would arrive, so I cooked another meal. Little by little, I fell into a routine, and the house people began trusting me. I already learned their names: the father's name is Philip, and he is a construction foreman, the twelve-year-old daughter's name is Ileana and the eight-year-old boy is Manuel. Sometimes, I joined them to children's activities, and he introduced me as a cleaning lady. Through comments, I found out that his wife left him for another worker, before Phil was promoted, and now, they have economic difficulties because the guy is irresponsible. They no longer live in this town.

The children grew fond of me and the elder one even asked me to become their new mother, and I felt flattered, but I didn't think that I was prepared for the responsibility. One day, I looked at the calendar and I calculated that I became eighteen-years old at some point of my wanderings, before meeting this family. I am already free, being of legal age. I asked Philip's help to enroll in the night school, and I went to look for my file in my old high school, to know by how many courses was I short for an equivalent diploma. Only the personnel of the school recognized me, but no longer being I a minor, they had to respect my conditions of not notifying my parents, and I left again.

While I got registered, I noticed that I was the only one not pregnant or with children, no counting those who adopted me. The other case was one handicapped youth, with lower mental age that her chronological one. One night, while I studied for a somewhat difficult class, the gentleman began to converse with me:

"I want to thank you for all that you do for my family."

"I also thank you for allowing me to stay here."

"I also admire what you do to take your life back."

"Thank you."

"All right. Now I leave you; keep studying."

I did so for one more hour, until I was too tired, so I put the books in my bag and I went to sleep. I woke up late at night to go to the bathroom, and the boy also did. I waited for him to finish, but the father told me:

"Come over here, use the one in my room."

I accepted relieved, and upon finishing, I thanked him. He murmured a "you're welcome" and he continued:

"If you need to use it again, it will be available."

"Thank you again."

He didn't respond, so I supposed that he fell asleep. But something took possession of me and I didn't want to leave his room. I watched him sleep in the dimness, in such a big bed, and I understood that it was incomplete. I moved toward the side that his wife should occupy, and it frightened me a little, after all, I was reminded of my mean stepfather. But I told myself:

"This man could not be as bad as that one. In fact, I love this one."

So I lifted the bedsheet and I went to bed next to him, as if by impulse. He reacted surprised, and he asked me:

"What are you doing?"

My only answer was to surround his cheeks with my hands, in order to find his mouth and kiss it. He wanted to ask again:

"Wh-why do you do this?"

But my tongue already went as far as to get entangled with his, and he could not resist any more. I hovered over his face, inviting him to lick my nipples, and then, he turned me so that I lay on the bed, while he continued traveling over my body. I felt the first little orgasm even before he penetrated me, and then, I heard how he opened a drawer and ripped an envelope. I knew that it was a condom. He explained me:

"I kept this for a special occasion, and finally, it happened."

"It is also special for me."

He put it on and he began to probe for my vagina with his glans. I was so slippery, that with a quick stroke, his penis went all the way inside easily. Instinctively, I squeezed it with my vaginal muscles, and he praised me:

"You are exquisitely tight. I am not going to last long like this."

"I am ready for you."

And he moved out a little, and he then went in again. I loosened a little so that he could find a pleasant rhythm, but soon, the ecstasy invaded me again, and I squeezed a little more, and he accelerated until he achieved his orgasm. I did feel another, much stronger, might it have been the G-spot? We were both exhausted, and we barely had enough strength for a kiss before falling asleep.

Philip woke up first, accustomed to the sound of his alarm clock, and he was a little surprised upon seeing me in his bed. Then he felt the squeeze of the condom around his member and he pulled it off him. Then, he remembered everything. He came around to wake me up with kisses and caresses, saying:

"Get up, my love. I don't want the children to see us like this."

"What?"

I woke up startled, and in an instant, I also remembered the passion that we shared before dawn. I looked for my robe, I put it on, but once out of that room, the children met us and everything was discovered, and they began to chant:

"Ivonne and Dad are in love! We have a new mom!"

Exasperated by the teasing, I asked them:

"Enough! How did you know?"

Manny volunteered the answer:

"You didn't come to the hallway bathroom, I supposed that you would be in Dad's."

"Come here!"

And I chased them in order to hug them. They slipped away for a short while, but soon they let me catch up with them and kissed me back. They asked, always with the typical childish curiosity:

"Does this mean that you will marry Dad?"

"I don't know."

But "Dad" bumped into me from the back, and he surrounded me with his arms to touch the children. I felt his erection against my buttocks, and impulsively, I said yes. Any way, we came back to reality and we got ready for the day that was beginning, now with optimism, now that I do have a home, and a family that I love and loves me.

The Homeless



I looked up from the computer and stared at the wall. My job sucks. I have been doing the same thing for twenty years. For the last ten, I have been bored out of my mind. Somehow I managed to lessen my workload to the point where I almost felt guilty accepting my paycheck. My lunch hour has stretched into two and I have a tendency to leave early on many occasions. Being a director of a small IT department in a medium sized company allowed me the leeway to be lazy. 

Unfortunately for my company, I am a difficult person to replace. My early years were packed with motivation. I was given free reign over the network and the software that the company used. In many cases, I ended up coding solutions that just couldn't be purchased. My contributions are now an integral part of the company. I am not so naive to think I couldn't be replaced but, it would be very painful. The only manuals and documentation for my software are in my head. I didn't plan it that way, it just evolved as the company grew. 

I went from a one man shop to a department of five. Now most of the day to day is handled by subordinates and I just worry about my databases. Strangely, my paycheck grew as my duties began to slack. My biggest issues are making sure my people are at work on time and the occasional ad-hoc report that only I can build. 

I have close to a hundred days of vacation saved. I rarely use it since I really have no place to go. My wife passed seven years ago and even before that we weren't big travelers. I now considered the cached days as a retirement bonus. Eventually I will get it all as a lump sum and do something wild. I am, of course, fooling myself. I haven't done anything wild since my stint in the army many years back. I am just plain vanilla boring. The only excitement I get these days is finding a new episode on my DVR.

I looked at the clock again and saw it was just past eleven. Time for lunch. Most of the people in the company have grown used to me not being in the office between eleven and one. I am sure they suspected my extended lunch but, they never broached it to me. I had inadvertently trained them over time. 

Lately I have been going home for lunch. I only live ten minutes away from the office. My normal routine was to make a sandwich or zap a frozen something and game on my computer for two hours. Turn based strategy games are my cocaine. I can still sometimes find myself at three in the morning taking one more turn. Today was different. For some reason, the thought of my empty house turned me off. I figured I would go to the local greasy spoon and let someone else cook and clean the dishes. 

I arrived at Marty's well before the main lunch crowd. Susan, the waitress that ran the counter service knew me by name. She was an older woman with a jovial smile. I think she may have been working at Marty's when I was in diapers. I envied her perceived happiness and wondered how she maintained it. 

"Hi Tom, haven't seen you in a while." She gave me her grandmotherly greeting. You couldn't help but warm up to her. 

"Got a new Civ game. I was busy trying to take over the world." I had made her privy to my passions over many conversations. For some reason I felt the need to have an excuse. She just had that type of personality. Someone you didn't want to disappoint.  

"Well we kept your seat warm. What can I get you today?" Business first. I knew she wanted to get my order in before the place got crowded. She knew how to treat the regulars. 

It wasn't long before I had a stacked reuben with fries in front of me. I grabbed one of the papers from the counter and tried to catch up on current events. I was distracted by a conversation Susan was having with a skinny girl down the counter. The girl sported a kind of punk look. The left side of her head was shaved to stubble and the rest was let to grow. There were two purple streaks that started about an inch from her scalp and ran to the ends on the long side of her brown hair. Her exposed ear sported a few more piercings than I thought attractive. She wore way too much mascara and her attire tended to the black. Looking at her structure, I thought there must be a really pissed off father somewhere. If you could ignore the costume, she was a very pretty girl in her early twenties. 

The girl was trying to negotiate a meal out of Susan for four dollars. Looking at her more closely, I noticed that she did look a little emaciated. Susan was trying to tell her that half a sandwich and water was all that the four dollars would get her. The girl relented and handed over what looked like the last of her money. A rather sullen expression crossed her face. 

In the past I never really felt sorry for nonconformists. They decided to look and act differently and paid for it with lower prospects. But, as I got older, I mellowed. People are people and we all have to find our way in the world. I may not agree with the girls choices but, she has the right to make them. Hell, I made many bad choices when I was young. Still make a few today. I fished in my wallet for ten bucks and signaled Susan for a coffee refill. When she came for my cup I leaned in and said as quietly as I could, "Get that girl a full meal." and I slipped her the ten. 

Susan gave me that 'what are you a perv' look. "No, no. Just tell her the kitchen made a mistake. Don't tell her it was from me." I defended my honor the best I could. Susan smiled like a proud grandmother and nodded her head. I went back to my paper figuring I did my good deed for the day. 

When the food arrived, I glanced over as Susan explained that the cook accidently made the full lunch basket instead of the the half sandwich. They didn't want to throw it away and certainly couldn't serve it someone else. It looked like the girl won the lottery. She had a pretty smile that didn't fit the rough image she tried to portray. She started eating like she hadn't had a good meal in a long time. I was pretty happy with myself. I settled up with Susan who smiled and winked at me then tilted her head to girl. I smiled and walked next door to the pharmacy to grab some blades and shaving cream.

When I exited the store the punk girl was waiting outside. "You bought me lunch. Didn't you?" She said in an accusatory fashion. 

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." I feigned ignorance and continued to my car. This was a bit more intrusive than I desired. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea in the first place. 

"I saw the waitress wink at you. The kitchen didn't make a mistake did it?" She seemed a bit angry. It came off insulting. Well, no good deed goes unpunished. 

"Look, I'm sorry. You looked hungry. I guess I made a mistake." I made it to the car and opened the driver door. I figured a quick exit was in order.

"I don't need your charity. I don't need anyones charity." She was very angry and almost shouting. I was never good at getting yelled at. I have a tendency to get defensive and say stupid things that only inflame the situation. I whipped my bag of shaving supplies across the front seats and turned back to her. 

"Look I don't know what you want from me. Just puke it back up and don't bitch at me for trying to be nice." It came out a little nastier than I expected. I emphasized 'puke' and 'bitch' while narrowing my eyes. She took a step back a little shocked at my response. Her pause gave me the out I needed. "Shit" I said as I shook my head and hopped into the drivers seat and slammed the car door shut. I took a deep breath before starting the car. I didn't feel good as my body spiked adrenaline. 

I heard a lite series of taps on the door window. "Fuck Me!" I yelled to myself as I rolled down the window ready to let loose with a tirade. I looked up and saw wet eyes. "I'm sorry." she said sincerely and turned and walked away. "fuck me," I whispered to myself. I opened the door and stood out of the car.

"I'm sorry too. You weren't supposed to know about it." I was trying to sound contrite. It was a feeble attempt.

"I was hungry. I am just not ready for help." She had stopped moving but, she didn't turn back to me. I had the distinct impression she was crying. I got myself in way deeper than I desired. 

"Look, I got some time before I have to get back to work. You want me to drop you off somewhere." I was hoping for a no so we could part on decent terms. All I got was real tears. 

"I don't have anywhere to go anymore." She wouldn't look at me and I didn't feel right turning her around. I sensed she needed a hug but, I didn't know her and the thought felt kind of creepy. I closed the car door and sat on the hood of the car figuring it would make me more neutral. I couldn't leave her crying in the middle of a parking lot.

"Parents?" I decided she needed some analysis. Programming was my forte and calculating best methods of execution was second nature to me. 

"I won't go back there. They wouldn't let me in anyway." She turned and I saw crooked black stripes running down her cheeks. Seems mascara was given a higher priority than food. 

"Friends?" I was trying to get her to think clearer. Everything is dismal at the bottom of the pit but, if you look up you see light. She wasn't moving any closer to me which I thought was good thing. It was a little weird talking privately with someone who is ten feet away. 

"I used them all up. Some of them never want to see me again." The crying was starting again. Never having had any children this was kind of foreign. Whenever my wife cried I could just hold her. I had no idea how deal with this girl. 

"By the way, I'm Tom, and you are?" I tried to get off subject a bit to stall the crying. I was really out of my element and the tears made it worse.

"Natalie. Most people just call my Natty." Natty fit her more than Natalie. Natalie is a pretty name and she looked a bit too ridiculous to be Natalie right now. 

"Natty, you do know there are agencies that deal with ... this type of stuff." I was about to say homelessness but figured it would sound like a bad word at the moment. 

"I know. I mean, I don't know where but, I know there are." She didn't sound too excited about the proposition. I guess I wouldn't be either if I were in her position. Her clothes had that lived in look. I decided to be a bit more probing.

"Where did you stay last night?" She seemed hesitant to answer. Maybe more embarrassed than hesitant. 

"I hid in the library till it closed." She started tearing again. Damn, she had really hit rock bottom. I knew I couldn't leave her standing in the parking lot.

"Look, if you want, we can call up a few agencies together and I can take you to the best option." I wanted to at least get her started. The way she was going, she would be a statistic in no time. 

"I guess I need the help." She sounded and looked distraught. I hate when people look defeated. It makes everyone around them a little depressed. I still felt weird about helping. I pulled out my wallet and grabbed my license. I held it out with my phone to Natty.

"Why don't you call someone and let them know you're going to my house for a bit." I would feel better if this wasn't private. It just didn't quite feel right but, it was better than leaving her here. She stepped forward and took them both. She looked at them for a minute then handed them back. 

"I have no one to call." No tears this time. Just a sad realization that she had run out of safety net. I was not very comfortable with the situation. She was an adult but, I would have felt a lot better if someone else was looking out for her. I called the office and took the rest of day off.

We arrived at the house about ten minutes later. I showed Natty the guest room with attached bath. I got fresh towels and clean robe. The robe will swamp her small frame but, it was all I had. I left her to clean up while I got started on finding the appropriate agencies. 

There was only one shelter in the area and it was full. I didn't even know that they could fill up. The manager said that room assignments were day to day. If the weather was bad, they would be full up by noon otherwise, it would fill up by four or five. There were storms forecasted for tonight so it had filled early. Wow, it would really suck to be homeless. 

I never thought there would be a problem in getting Natty situated. I was starting to kick myself for offering to help. I couldn't send her out into the night but, it was really uncomfortable to have her stay at the house. For all I knew, she could be some kind of crazed psycho. Well, what's done is done. I would just have to live with my decisions for one night. 

I headed to the guest room and no longer heard the shower. I knocked lightly on the bedroom door and she didn't answer. I tried again with the same response. I opened the door calling her name and still no response. I found her sound asleep on the bed. She had mummified her hair in a towel and double wrapped herself in my robe. It looked like she had just laid down for a moment and passed out. She looked so peaceful, I decided to let her be. I guess when you are on the street, sleep is a premium. She wasn't going anywhere tonight anyway.

She slept through dinner and I began to expect she wouldn't wake up till morning. I put a sign on her door so she wouldn't freak out; 'Shelter full tonight. Food in fridge if hungry. See you in the morning.' I then crawled into bed. Even though my wife had been dead these seven years, I still slept on the right side. It was a king sized bed and anyone in their right mind would just spread out. I just felt more comfortable on the right. I made a mental note to flip the mattress around next time I changed the sheets. Don't want a one sided dent in the mattress. 

They weren't wrong about the storm. It hit around two AM and woke me from a dead sleep. The lightning was constant followed by the roar of thunder. I sensed the power was out. The house was missing some of the glow from the little vampire LEDs in the appliances. I briefly wondered if Natty was going to sleep through this racket. I got my answer about two minutes later. I felt a body quickly run past the end of the bed and slip into my wife's side. I was pretty freaked until I felt her pull the covers over her head. I feigned sleep and smiled. Natty was so afraid of the lightning she risked my bed. My wife was the same way. Good thing I didn't put her out into the night. As silently as I could, I scooted to the right edge. I didn't want any accidental contact to occur. 

My alarm went off at six as it has for the last twenty years. I remembered I had a guest so I didn't hit the snooze. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. I really hated waking up to an alarm. It always seemed to catch me in a deep sleep. Sun was peaking through the curtains with no sign of last nights storm. Natty didn't seem to hear the alarm. She was still out cold though the covers were no longer over her head. Part of the robe was pulled open and most of one breast was exposed. It looked so soft I almost instinctively reached out. I caught myself quickly and thought that I should pull her robe closed. Visions of her waking with my hand at her chest stopped me in my tracks. I let her be and grabbed a shower. 

The water wasn't cold enough. Somehow that partially exposed breast had become the only thing I could think about. It hadn't been with anyone since my wife passed and my dick was thinking it was about time. I tried to move on to work subjects but, I kept coming back to that breast. It was so young and soft looking. I did the only thing I could. I grabbed my cock and rubbed one off. It usually took the internet to get me going but, this morning the vision in my head was all I needed. It was an especially powerful climax and brought back memories of my youth. At least I wouldn't spend the morning with a hardon. 

I toweled off, robed up and snuck back into to the room. The damn breast was still there. I quietly opened drawers and grabbed the days clothes. I succeeded in not waking Natty so I headed to the hall bathroom and got dressed. I have lived in privacy since my wife died. It had become a habit to sit and eat breakfast in just my underwear. There was never any need for modesty. I needed to find a solution for Natty so I could return to the lonely order of my mornings. The change was uncomfortable. 

I needed to get Natty up. I didn't want to wake her physically with her being partially exposed like she was. It would be embarrassing for her and a little too intimate for me. I decided to set off the nose alarm. I cooked some bacon. I really like bacon but, didn't eat it often. With only one person at home, I ended up throwing away most of it and good bacon is expensive. As the smell of bacon began to permeate the house, I grabbed some Bisquick and a bowl. I had decided that pancakes would go good with the bacon. A much bigger breakfast than I usually made but, having a guest allowed me some leeway. I guess it wasn't so bad having her here for one night. 

As expected, Natty's head poked out of the hallway following the heavenly smell. Her hair was a mess. Never fall asleep with wet hair wrapped in a towel. I smiled, "Good morning Natty." and gestured to a stool at the kitchen counter. She smiled back and quickly took the seat. Thankfully she had reset her robe more conservatively. 

"Sorry about last night. Lightning kind of freaks me out." She didn't sound embarrassed. She was simply stating a fact. I guess the fear ran deep and she saw no problem in sharing it with me. 

"I'm used to it. My wife was the same way. Pancakes and bacon okay?" I went back to stirring up the mix.

"Perfect, I'm starved." Ah yes, the smell of bacon works its magic again. She glanced around the room with her eyes stopping at a set of pictures on the credenza in the hall. She rose and carefully picked up one of my favorites. "Is this your wife." She was looking at it closely.

"Yes, that's Mary. She died a few years back. Cancer." I stated matter of factly. I was past the emotional loss of her death and I kept myself that way by making sure all my statements about it were clinical in nature.

"She was pretty." She was running her finger slowly across the face of the picture. 

"I always thought so." I felt a tinge of the old wound. I didn't want the conversation to continue down this path. "I think I have some strawberries. Should we top off the pancakes?" 

"Yes please, that sounds wonderful." She carefully placed the picture back down and excitedly returned to the stool. I had to admit to myself that it felt good to cook for someone else. Especially someone who seemed to really need a good meal. I grabbed the cutting board, knife and pulled the strawberries from the fridge. I placed them in front of Natty.

"You cut and I'll cook." The statement brought back memories of my wife and I sharing the kitchen duties. I strangely felt comfortable again. She was adorable as she attacked the strawberries. Everytime she made a cut, she would stick her tongue out slightly in concentration. I retrieved the first batch of bacon and placed in some paper towels to soak up some grease. Loaded the last batch and dolloped the pancake batter into the frying pan. We were a well oiled machine. I suddenly had absolutely no desire to go to work today. 

As far as I could tell, it was the best breakfast Natty had ever eaten. She cherished every bite and didn't even leave a syrup stain on the plate. She looked so contented when she finally pushed her plate away. I sensed she felt at home. I just stared at her half smile, rather pleased with myself. 

"What?" She startled me. I didn't realize I was staring.

"Sorry, I was kind of enjoying you enjoying breakfast. Don't have guests very often." I think I was blushing a bit. I looked away and starting gathering the dishes. I caught a smile from the corner of my eye so I figured no harm was done. 




The Homeless



"Can I possibly use your washing machine?" I had forgotten about her clothes. 

"Sure, its across the hall from the guest room. Detergents on the shelf. Just set it to normal and push the start." I wondered if this was the only set of clothes that she had. I figured she had some stashed somewhere. Shit, I should have asked her yesterday if she needed to pick something up. I set the dishes in the sink and followed her to the laundry room.

"I guess I should have asked yesterday but, do you need to pick up your things." Where do the homeless stash their stuff? 

"No, this is all I got now." She didn't sound right. I think the question hurt. I sat on the stool in the back of the room.

"What happened?" She looked away from me and I sensed the tears coming back. Fuck, I didn't want to do that. I didn't press and almost got up to walk out. 

"My supposed boyfriend, Rick, and I were hitching across country following this band. We were living hand to mouth. Just some odd jobs now and then." I heard the tears in her voice,"We got pretty drunk a few days back and I ended up in bed with him and some guy we met on the road. It just sort of happened and seemed okay at the time." She began wiping her eyes. "The next day I saw the guy giving Rick money and I heard him tell Rick that I was worth every penny." I could see tears down her cheeks. "The asshole told me he loved me then he sold me like whore." Her shoulders were shaking and she leaned onto the washing machine. "I left everything and ran." 

There was no way I was going to allow her to go to a shelter now. Not after what that bastard did to her. I knew it was improper but, I couldn't let her bear this alone. I stood up behind her and hugged her close. I couldn't think of anything to say that didn't sound useless so, I just held her. She turned in my arms and drove her eyes into my shoulder and cried. I just stayed that way until the sobbing stopped. 

"I'm not letting you go to some homeless shelter. You've had enough crap kicked in your face." Sometimes I just wished I owned a gun. "You can stay here till you back on your feet again." I pulled her away from my shoulder and grabbed the detergent off the shelf. 

"I can't let you do that. You don't even know me. I just curse everything I touch." She sounded liked she believed it. 

"Well you're my curse now and you're staying til you find something better." I added the detergent to her clothes and set the machine to normal. For some reason it was on delicates. I hit the start and the cycle began. "This house has been way too empty for too long. The spare bedroom is yours." I just gave myself a new mission. Save Natty from a shitty life. 

She gave me a quick hug, "Then I'm doing the dishes." She marched off to the kitchen. As long as she keeps those breasts covered, she would be like the daughter I never had. At least as long as she needed a father. With assholes like Rick around, she needed a father. 

I called in to work and told them that something important has come up and I needed a few days off. They didn't ask me to clarify, I was just told to take the time I needed. Twenty years on the job builds a lot of trust. I walked into the kitchen and Natty was hand washing the dishes. "We have a dishwasher for that." I said it with a bit of humor. 

"Oh, never used one of those." She was looking down the counter and couldn't pick it out. I walked around her and opened it up. 

"Just give them a quick rinse and add em to the rack." I pulled out one of the racks. "You didn't grow up with one?"

"Naw, we lucky if we could pay the electric bill." She smiled and held up her hands, "I was the automatic dishwasher." I guess her childhood was a bit tougher than mine. I let her continue and sat down on one of the stools. 

"Natty, did you graduate?" I kind of knew she didn't go to college but, I was hoping she finished high school. 

"Naw, I dropped out senior year. School and I didn't really get along back then." She sounded a bit sad about it. "I know it was stupid but, it seemed to make sense at that time." She continued rinsing and filling.

"Okay, well then the first step is a GED." It was a logical step in my mind. I have always built processes to solve my problems and I figured this would be no different. 

"I was never any good at school. I've been out for four years, now it could only be worse." She stopped her loading and looked back at me. She had no confidence in herself. That could be a problem. 

"Well then you'll love the GED. It allows you to skip your whole senior year." I tried to sound upbeat. I can't imagine how difficult the job market is without at least a high school diploma. 

"Look, I don't think this is going to work. You've done enough for me already. I'll just grab my clothes when they're ready and leave you be." She sounded resolute but there was a bit a fear mixed in. She started walking toward the laundry room never closing the dishwasher. I had a feeling she wanted to run. I was kind of dumbfounded at her reaction. Maybe I was pushing too fast. Then a thought struck me. 

"Natty, can you read?" The dishwasher was labeled 'Whirlpool Dishwasher' and I initially thought she just missed it. Her steps slowed. Then she just plopped down on the floor, leaned against the wall and started crying again. Damn, I really suck at this father stuff. Now some of her past decisions began to make sense. How the hell did a school system let her get to senior year without being able to read? 

"I'm fucking stupid, Okay. You can't fix me." She was lower than I thought. She had zero self confidence with shame piled on top. No wonder why Rick was able to drag her around. She was dependent upon a slime ball to handle the day to day. Well that ends today.

"Well, than we'll start with reading but, not today." I thought I would lesson the pressure a bit. "You're going to need some clothes whether or not you decide to stay. There's a Kohl's around the corner. Will see if you like anything there." I figured some new clothes might lighten her mood a bit. 

"I want to say no but, I really need some clothes." She was still teary and not looking back at me.

"Well that just proves you're not as stupid as you thought." I added some levity to my tone. "The failure of some shitty school system is not going to lower my opinion of you." The tears stopped. 

"I don't deserve this." She turned to look at me. She was still distraught. 

"That woman there will haunt me for eternity if I let you back out on the street without a decent set of clothes." I was pointing at the picture of my wife that Natty examined earlier. "So it doesn't matter if you deserve it or not." She rose from the floor and went back to the kitchen and finished loading the dishwasher. 

"How do I start it?" She at least was back to completing the task at hand. I didn't want her running away from the problem. 

"You don't." I smiled. "We have to add a few more meals of dishes before it gets fired up. Just close it and we'll start it tonight." Her shoulder slumped and she looked at the floor.

"I don't know how to pay you back for all this." She had sunk back into herself. She felt bad that I was helping her without some kind of payback..

"Well, there's vacuuming and I really hate cleaning the bathrooms." I wasn't really looking for a housekeeper but, I felt options were in needed. I guess freeloading was going to make her miserable. Natty put out her hand.

"Agreed, I will be the maid while I stay here." I clasped her hand and shook. It was softer than I had imagined. I disliked having to let go.

We arrived at the store and Natty became more animated. I assumed she hadn't been shopping in a long time and she was looking forward to it. "What's my limit." She asked as we exited the car.

"You kind of need everything. Let's try and keep it under $200 and we'll decide what to do from there." The number shocked me as I said it. I couldn't believe I went from $10 to $200 in one day. It's not that I couldn't afford it. I just wasn't used to giving away my money. Natty smiled and grabbed my hand. I guess I wasn't walking fast enough. It was a really nice hand. 

Inside the store, she was a new woman. Bouncing from rack to rack. Trying on shoes and quietly grabbing undergarments. About an hour later our cart was filled and I sensed that we may have overdone the budget. "We may have gone over a bit but, I don't think we have anything you could do without." I said as we approached the register. I really didn't have the heart to put anything back. I realized I was enjoying her enthusiasm. After a morning of crying, it simply made me feel good. 

"Nope, 181.76. That's if they get the discounts right." Natty said this as a fact. She didn't write anything down and obviously didn't have a calculator. She smiled, "I can get some more if you want to go over."

"181.76? There's no way you figured that out." She had to be guessing. 

"Numbers aren't my problem. It's letters that screw me up." She was again stating fact. She was confident that her calculations were correct. "I stopped a little under for sales tax."

I watched with curiosity as the cashier began running the clothes past the scanner. Natty made the cashier correct two of the sale items that rang up wrong. She was quite the bargain hunter. I usually ignored price and just grabbed what I wanted. I was enthralled. 

The total came up $195.39 which was 181.76 plus tax. I was floored. Natty was grinning ear to ear. She was a shopping savant. I couldn't believe anyone could be throwing so much stuff into and out of a cart and keep track of the running total. 

"Well you're obviously wrong about being stupid." I said as soon as we were out of earshot. "That was amazing. I couldn't have done that with pen and paper." I was so proud of her. I didn't know why, I barely knew her. She continued beaming while she soaked in my praise. 

I realized clothes wouldn't be enough. She would need some toiletries. We pulled into the pharmacy and I gave her a $50 target. She grabbed a basket and headed down the isles. I hung out at the magazine rack. I didn't really feel comfortable following her around as she picked up her feminine products. I began to wonder if $50 was enough. I had absolutely no idea what a box tampons or other items cost. God, I would have made a really bad father. 

I meet her at the cashier. "How much? I quizzed her. 

"$38.15 ." She said flashing a smile. The cashier, a young girl, seemed slightly impressed when Natty got it perfect. Not as big a feat as the clothing store but, amazing none the less. It seemed to be effortless for her. There was obviously nothing wrong with her intelligence. She must have some kind of learning disability to have not picked up reading. I had to get her reviewed by someone who knew what they were doing. 

As soon as we got home, she ran the bags into the laundry room. When I caught up to her she was separating and putting the whites in the wash. "What are you doing?" I couldn't understand why anyone would wash new clothes. 

"Do you know how many people could have tried these on? Got to wash them first. Otherwise, it would just gross me out." I seriously never thought about it. I wondered if my wife used to wash my new clothes before I found them in my closet. I watched Natty competently turn the dial to normal. 

"I thought you couldn't read." I said quizzically pointing at the machines dial. 

"I can't but, I can cope." She wasn't smiling anymore "You corrected my setting yesterday. I just put in the same place you did." Damn, she must have a whole slew of countermeasures. She was a smart girl. A really smart girl. 

"We have to find out why you have trouble reading. It is definitely not due to a lack of brains." I said staring at the dial. How much trivial stuff does she have to memorize to get by without reading? Out of no where, a pair of lips kissed my cheek. 

"Thanks," was all she said as she pushed the start button and headed off to put away the toiletries. I just stood there thinking how soft her lips were. 

I spent the balance of the morning searching the internet for someone who could diagnose why Natty had a problem learning to read. It was difficult since I didn't know the proper search words. I was at it for about an hour before I came across a remedial learning center within driving distance. It sounded like they targeted younger kids but, it was worth a try. 

I rang them up and spoke with a Dr. Palmer. She was the owner operator of the center and sounded competent. I explained the issue with Natty and asked if she was too old for the center. Dr. Palmer assured me that no one is too old and she would be happy to interview Natty and see what the problem was. She suggested an evening appointment when all the smaller kids were gone. It may be more comfortable for Natty. I agreed and penciled in 6 PM. All I had to do now is convince Natty. 

Over lunch I confronted Natty. "I spoke with a Dr. Palmer and she would like to interview you and try to identify your reading issue." I expected some resistance. Maybe some more crying or the desire to leave. I figured this had to be the only thing holding her back so, I didn't want to wait and inch her into it. 

"Okay, when?" She didn't seem the least bit hesitant. I must have looked a little surprised because her eyebrows lifted a bit as she waited for my response.

"Ahh, 6 tonight." I stammered, "Kind of thought I would have to talk you into it."

"Nope. You just spent a small fortune on someone you don't know who will probably never be able to pay you back. At the very least, I owe you a little trust." She shrugged and took another bite out of her sandwich. She was growing on me. How the hell did that happen in one day?

"Ok then, we'll see Dr. Palmer and then hit Smitty's BBQ for dinner." I smiled at killing two birds with one stone. Take another step with Natty and feast at my favorite bistro. Luckily, Dr. Palmer was strategically located two blocks away from hog heaven.

Dr. Palmer meet us outside of her office. We had to pass a few small classrooms obviously set up for young children. I was happy we were meeting later. It might have been a bit embarrassing if Natty felt she was walking into a grade school. "You must be Tom Barstow." Dr. Palmer held out her hand. I agreed and shook it. "That would make you Natalie. I'm Karen Palmer. I understand you have some reading issues." Natty lowered her eyes.

"Yes, I guess so." She sounded like she lost ten years of maturity. This was not starting well.

"Tom tells me you're a human calculator. I'll see about the reading and maybe you can help my math because, I suck at it." Karen smiled and held out her hand to Natty. Natty raised her eyes, smiled back and took her hand. "Why don't you wait out here Tom so Natalie and I can talk." I nodded and took one of the uncomfortable seats that were available. I figured it would be a while so I pulled up a word game on my phone. 

It was indeed a while. I was busy proving I was an idiot on the phone when the office door finally opened. Natty exited with a big smile followed by Karen. I stood for what I hoped was some good news. Natty looked a Susan and said "Go ahead and tell him." 

Karen looked at me, "Natalie is just dyslexic. Nothing that can't be overcome. She just needs to learn some special skills and she will be reading in no time." Natty was getting bouncy. 

"Tell him the best part." I think she was going to bounce off the wall. 

"I not sure I would call it the best part." Karen was stalling and watching Natty squirm. "I think she is referring to my dyslexia. I was just lucky I found out in fourth grade. In her case, the school dropped the ball." In a mere sixty minutes, Karen had endeared herself to Natty. I was ecstatic and extremely proud of myself. 

"Where do we go from here?" I asked.

"At your age Natalie, I think you could get away with a two hour session once or twice a week. You could do most of it on your own once you learn the skills." Karen addressed Natty directly. I was forgetting I wasn't her father. This would have to be her struggle. "Insurance sometimes covers these things. It runs $75 an hour but, I don't think you will need me for very long." Natty was suddenly wary. She had forgotten about the possible costs.

"I'm her transportation right now. If we can keep it to the evenings, it would work out best for me." I didn't want to let Susan in on the whole situation and I wasn't going to make Natty ask me for the money in front of her. 

"How about Thursday at 5:30 to 7:30. I have the block open. Will that work for you two?" Natalie was hesitant to answer and looked at me. I don't think she liked how indebted she was becoming. I wasn't going to let this stop. I had a mission and I was going to see it through. 

"Thursday at 5:30 works fine for me." I looked at Natty expecting her to answer. 

"Ah, yay 5:30 is fine." She was feeling a bit guilty. I would have to change that. Karen looked at me a bit concerned but, booked the time and showed us out. 

In the car Natty turned to me, "This is getting to be too much. I'm really not feeling good about all this stuff you're giving me." On the way to the car I thought up a possible solution. It just came to me and seemed like it might work.

"Ever paint a room?" I asked seemingly changing the subject. 

"Yes, but what does that have to do with this." She wasn't going to let it go. 

"My house hasn't been painted in over ten years. My wife used to handle it. Professional painters want five hundred a room." I was hopefully selling it properly. "I'll buy the supplies and give you two fifty a room." I turned to her with a serious face.  

"Deal." She said and held her hand out. "I will be your painting maid." She added a smile. She had a real pretty smile. I shook her hand and we were off for BBQ. 

Smitty's was as crowded as it always was. I usually won't wait for a table at a restaurant but, the food here was worth the wait. We were finally seated twenty minutes later. Natty spent the whole time talking about her conversation with Dr. Palmer. She was really impressed with the woman and what she was able to accomplish in spite of her dyslexia. I think Natty had found her first role model. 

When we were finally seated, a good looking waitress about my age slid up to the table. "Hi I'm Julie and I will be taking care of you tonight. Would you and your daughter like something to drink while you look at the menu?" I was taken back by the daughter comment but, Natty just smirked. 

"I'm just going to have coke. What you having dad?" Natty was smiling. I kind of liked the sound of her calling me dad. I was feeling pretty good about the day so I ordered a beer.

The drinks arrived and I was ready to order. Hell, I was ready before I walked in. I always ordered the same thing. Natty ordered first and before the waitress turned to me, they got into a conversation. I really wanted my pulled pork sandwich and I kept trying to cut in but, I was stymied by conversational protocol. I don't think the two were even stopping to breathe. Finally, Julie turned me and I ordered my pulled pork basket with baked beans and corn with extra sauce. 

As soon as Julie left Natty turned to me. "Why don't you ask her out?" Now where in hell did that come from? "She's obviously interested and not bad looking." Natty was continuing to sell the idea.

"I can't just ask the waitress out. What do you mean she's interested?" I guess I missed something. Woman weren't really ever interested in me. Well, except Mary. 

"Weren't you listening. She just spent five minutes gathering your vitals. You don't do that for someone you're not interested in." I was kind of lost. Dating was never high in my skill sets. I just want my pulled pork.

"I think you're reading it wrong. She's just being nice. She does work for tips you know." I wasn't really ready for any matchmaking. Much less an embarrassingly awkward BBQ moment. 




The Homeless



"You loved your wife and stayed with her til the end. You are stable. You aren't out playing the field. You make a pretty good living. You're having dinner with your daughter. Face it Tom, at your age you are a hottie." She was ticking off my qualifications on her fingers proud of her analysis. I really didn't want to be a hottie. It just seemed like too much work to me.

"Nope, not interested. Nor do I think our waitress is." Where is that damned pulled pork. 

"Okay, take it slow. Julie's not going anywhere." She was teasing me now. I did love the smile but, it began to take on a devious personality all its own.

Julie returned with our meal a few moments later. Boy did it smell good. "I had the cook throw a little extra on for you. You looked a little famished." She was correct. I looked up to thank her and saw that she was staring at me and smiling. It suddenly made me uncomfortable.

"Ahh, thanks." was all I could force out of my mouth.

"Wow, that's really nice Julie." Natty picked up for me. "You know we are going to be coming here on Thursday for the next few weeks. Won't be able to get here until about eight though. Dad really loves this place." 

"Really, what a coincidence. I think I'm working Thursdays for the next month. Maybe I'll see you guys again." She touched my shoulder in a friendly manner and headed off to another table. I tried to ignore the incident and returned to my pork.

"Tommys got a girlfriend, Tommys got a girlfriend." Luckily, Natty was whispering. 

"Come on, she was just being nice." I really didn't see the need to continue now that the food had arrived. 

"I'll bet you that she wasn't working next Thursday but now she will be... and ... no matter where we sit, she will be waiting on us." Natty sounded very sure of herself. I wasn't convinced. Plus, I really didn't think of myself as available. I spread the extra sauce over my pork and began to fork my way in. 

When Julie brought back my card, Natty and her got into another short conversation. I was ready to leave but, decorum forced me to be patient. Julie finally turned to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "You have such a lovely daughter." I just nodded and smiled stupidly. She gave me a little squeeze mixed with a smile and headed off to the kitchen. 

"Next Thursday, you'll see." Natty said as we walked out the door. At least the pork was good.

After we got home, Natty and I watched half a movie before we realized that we were exhausted. A lot happened today and we were mentally drained. I was the first to start to nod off and after dozing through a good five minutes of the movie I decided to call it quits. I gave my regrets and headed off to bed. I barely made it through brushing my teeth, I kept yawning. I stripped to my shorts, killed the lights and crawled into bed. 

I was almost to sleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Natty was there in her new sleep shirt. She stepped in and closed the door and crawled into Mary's side of the bed. "I just don't like sleeping alone in a strange house." She whispered as she pulled the sheets up. I smiled and started my obligatory scoot to the end of my side of the bed. I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Don't fuss. The bed is big enough for four." the hand retracted and I felt her curl into her pillow. The hand was nice and warm. I feel asleep wishing she would touch me again. 

I woke up slowly the next morning. It was nice not to hear an alarm clock. I was bit warmer than usual. When the fog cleared I realized that Natty had spooned into me during the night. Her arm was limp over my side and her chest was snug to my back. I could feel her methodic breathing on the back of my neck. One of her feet was was on top of my calf. She felt wonderful and I didn't want to move an inch. I certainly didn't want to wake her up and have it end. I felt truly at peace with the world. I closed my eyes to burn the feeling into my brain and fell asleep again. 

I woke again some time later to an empty bed. I sighed and sat up. At least I had my memory of her wrapped around me. I looked at the clock. It was just past ten. Damn, I haven't been able to sleep past eight in years. It was good sleep too. I felt rested not groggy as usual. I grabbed my robe and headed to the kitchen. 

I found Natty sitting crosslegged on the couch watching some morning program. Her sleep shirt was pushed up to her waist and I could clearly see her white panties. They were pulled taut across her crotch by the position of her legs. I was trying not to look but, I found the view intoxicating. "Good morning sleepyhead." Natty smiled to me, "Thought you were going to sleep the day away." I was trying desperately to keep my eyes on her face. "We need to go pick up some paint and stuff."

"Yep, let me get some coffee going and hop in the shower." I was finding it hard to leave her there. I found the strength and pulled myself away and finished the truck to the kitchen. I started the coffee and looked over the counter toward the couch. I could only see the back of her head from here but my mind still saw her milky thighs pulling those panties tight. I knew I should make my mind move on but, it just felt too good to let it go. 

The buzzer on the coffee machine brought me back to reality. I poured a cup, "Natty, you want any coffee?" I asked over my shoulder. 

"Sure, black. Thanks". I poured another and carried them both to the couch. I handed one to Natty which allowed my eyes to wander again. She was truly beautiful. I sat on the other side and pretended to watch the TV. Stupid fantasies started to run through my mind and I took a big sip of the hot coffee to zap my mind back to reality. It worked, I torched my tongue and quickly forgot about legs and panties. I started to watch the show in earnest. 

She finished her coffee and stood up and I got a quick flash of a perfect panty clad tushy before gravity pulled her shirt back down. My mind went straight back to the gutter. She sauntered her empty cup to the sink and called back to me. "I going to take a shower. I should be ready in about 30." She walked back behind the couch and suddenly leaned over to my ear. " You have my permission to look all you want." and gave me a peck on my cheek. I was startled by the boldness and almost tried to deny it but, she was already moving into the hallway. I obviously wasn't as slick as I thought. I suddenly felt like a perv. 

After I shaved, showered and dressed I went back to the kitchen and found Natty just finishing up cleaning the coffee pot. She was dressed in a new pair of jeans and tshirt. The jeans fit her perfect and accented her flawless tushy. "Natty, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to oggle you like that." It sounded feeble and I regretted not practicing a bit more before I just blurted it out. 

"I'm not so, don't worry about it." She said as she moved around the counter. 

"Well I'm not usually like .." She quickly interrupted me.

"You looked, you liked it, I liked it, get over yourself. We have paint to buy." She liked it. That I didn't expect. Maybe she found it flattering. If she is going to keep dressing like she has been, I will be flattering her some more. 

"Okay, paint it is." I grabbed my keys and off we went. 

We shopped at the local big box for everything we would need. Tarps, brushes, rollers and of course, paint. I got enough to do the first two rooms. Natty picked out a neutral light tan color for the walls so that I wouldn't be committed to any particular design scheme. Smart girl. I had no idea what color to pick. I made her do the shopping cart trick again. Infallibly, she hit the mark again. I was secretly trying to duplicate the feat but lost track somewhere around the fifth item. She was simply amazing. 

I helped her move the furniture out of one of the spare bedrooms. I took us the better part of an hour to get it all out. I went and found an old t-shirt so Natty wouldn't ruin her new clothes. She returned to the room barefoot wearing only the t-shirt. She had her hair pulled back and tied into a ponytail. Natty then kicked me out. I kind of wanted to help just to hang around her but, she was having none of it. This was her project. I brought in a little portable radio and let her work. 

About two o'clock it dawned on me that we hadn't really eaten much today. I figured I would put together a meal for us. I had salad and some ground beef in the fridge. No buns for burgers but, I had spaghetti noodles. I started browning the meat and boiling the noodles. I dug out a few cans of tomato paste and a slew of seasonings. I didn't really have a recipe, I just seasoned till it tasted good. It wasn't long before I had a large pot with noodles, sauce and meat warming on the stove. I called for Natty.

Natty came around the corner and I laughed. I wondered how much paint she actually got on the walls. She had streaks on her arms and legs, a few blotches in her hair and a nice smear running from the bridge on her nose across her right cheek. She looked an adorable mess in the oversized t-shirt. "Are you dry yet." I jested.

"Yeah, the room looks good but, I guess I got a bit on myself." She was examining her arms and hands. 

"Sit down, I think you rubbed your nose a bit." I pointed at a stool and began to wet a towel. I sat on the stool next to her and swirled her around till she was between my legs. I held her head with one hand and gently wiped the her nose with the towel. I had to scrub a little harder than I wanted too to get the paint off. I finished her nose and started to work on her cheek. She leaned in closer and looked me in the eyes as I began wiping off the rest of the paint. Natties eyes were brown with little freckles of black dusted around. They drew me in. I continued softly wiping her cheek even though the paint was long gone. A strand of her purple hair had escaped her ponytail and dropped in front of her face. It also had a streak a paint. I lightly pushed it back behind her ear. "You have paint in your hair." She shivered as my fingers caressed her ear. 

Natty stood and grabbed my hand. "I'll need your help getting it out." She began to pull me down the hallway.

"What about lunch?" I was worried she hadn't had much to eat.

"It's spaghetti, it'll keep." She was smiling, "I have paint all over me. Don't you think that's more important?" she continued to lead me down the hall. I wondered if the paint could be combed out of her hair.

"Do you think we can comb it out?" I was concerned it might hurt a bit when the comb tugged through the painted part. Natty turned with her beautiful smile. 

"I intend to have you shampoo it out. In the shower." She grabbed my other hand and began walking backwards pulling me into the bathroom. I wondered how we were going to accomplish that without getting our clothes wet. Her eyes and smile took on a mischievous quality. I began to connect the dots and I became aroused. She meant we would be naked. I wasn't sure that this was the right course of action. My dick was quite sure it was. I slowed her backward momentum trying to give myself some time to think. 

"Come on Tom, a naked girl in the shower can't be all that bad." She let go of my hands and removed her t-shirt swift as a breeze. She stood before me in only her panties. She was simply breathtaking. Her breasts where milky white little firm pillows of softness. Not large but, perfect for her frame. They were both topped with small pale pink nipples that were sticking out a bit in the newly exposed air. She had somehow gotten paint on her flat belly. I looked back to her eyes and she wasn't smiling. She looked more hesitant albeit, adorable. 

"You are so beautiful." I meant it. She was like a painting I shouldn't be allowed to touch. I didn't want to disturb the perfection. Her smile returned and her face began to glow again. She began to remove my clothes. I snapped out of it and helped her as quickly as I could. I felt like I was in highschool trying to remove my clothes before the girl changed her mind. When I dropped my shorts my cock sprang to attention and bounced a bit. I don't know why but, I was a bit embarrassed by it's enthusiasm. Natty just watch it bounce and gave me a giggle. 

"See, you're having as much fun as I am." She reached into the shower and started the water. She had to bend over a bit which stuck out her panty clad tushy. 

"You have the cutest little butt I have ever seen." I was smiling ear to ear. If she didn't mind me looking, I certainly wasn't going to stop. She looked over her shoulder smiling and began an exaggerated shimmy in her hips. She slowly dropped her panties to the floor. I could almost hear the striptease music as her butt shifted from side to side. She laughed at my lustful eyes, stood up and hopped into the shower. She held out her hand to guide me in. My god, I was having fun. 

Natty soaked her hair and handed me the shampoo. She turned around and tilted her head back toward me. I could just see the top of her wet breasts as I began to work the shampoo into her hair. I massaged her scalp and ran my hands down her purple striped locks. Her hair was so smooth and luxurious, I didn't want to stop. It felt so nice to just feel another human so close, it had been a very long time. Every so often her butt would lightly drag across my hardon which sent chills up my spine. The paint was long gone by the time I rinsed out her hair. 

She put her hand tenderly around my neck and pulled me close. "That was very nice." she said before pulling me in and kissing my lips. She let go and grabbed the soap. "There is still more paint." she giggled holding out the soap. I gladly grabbed it. I started with her hands and arms. Soaping them up and scrubbing away the paint. I cleared a smear on the side of her neck and dropped to my knee. I rubbed soap along her legs, higher than I needed to, stealing glances at the cutest little pussy I had ever seen. Just a small tuft of hair above her inviting entrance. I looked into her eyes as I gently washed the paint off her belly. She was smiling down at me. That glorious radiant smile that told me everything was fine with the world. 

I rinsed her off again and lightly ran my hand up her thigh and drew it along her gorgeous womanhood. She shivered and pulled me back to my feet. "Tonight." was all she said as she removed the soap from my hand. The word was soaked with promise. I felt my cock throb at the thought of what that meant. She looked me in my eyes and began to soap up my straining hardon. I moaned as she began slowly stroking my member. Our lips met again and she started to explore with her tongue. There was no way I could hold back any longer. I grunted into her lips and my cock exploded. I couldn't remember having an orgasm so intense. She never let go and just slowly stroked me through it as I spasmed again and again. She released my lips as I began to catch my breath, the warm water running down my back. Her hands were no longer stroking, just lightly caressing. 

I heard her try to hold back a laugh, "My god Tom, when was the last time you were with a woman." I opened my eyes and followed hers to her belly. Natty's hands, arms and belly were coated with my cum. I could scarcely believe that that much came out of me. She looked a bit silly examining the mess. 

"Not since Mary died." I admitted sheepishly.

"Good thing we were in the shower." She laughed and I had no choice but to join her. It was to infectious to ignore. She began to rinse herself off and I enjoyed helping. She shut off the water once she was clean again. I passed out the towels and enjoyed watching her dry off. I was wondering how she made it so much fun. Intimacy was always good for me but, it had never provoked laughter and been as much fun as it was erotic. I realized I had crossed my moral perv line and I really didn't care. Life was too short to care.

I put on my boxers and threw the rest of my clothes in the hamper. Natty gave me a questioning look. I shrugged my shoulders, "It's spaghetti, I would just stain them anyways." It never failed, no matter how careful I am, spaghetti just loves my shirts. She gave me a small laugh and decided to not put her t-shirt back on. We both sat down to eat in our underwear, Natty looking a whole lot better than I. It was liberating in its own strange way. Her tits were there in all their beauty but, I no longer felt the need to stare. When they attracted the inevitable tomato splatter, I just reached over and swiped it off with my finger. She barely noticed and continued to discuss which room needed painting next. I can only describe it as blissfully comfortable.

We stayed up late watching movies. She was curled up in my arms trying to figure out why I found the Lord of the Rings trilogy so entertaining. I gave up trying to explain it to her and just enjoyed her body next to mine. I didn't make her watch the last one. With a quick peck on her forehead, I stood up and held out my hand. She took my hand smiling and rose gracefully from the couch. I was taking her to my bedroom when she broke the hold and scampered off to the guest bathroom. I brushed my teeth and climbed in bed. I wasn't sure she was going to join me until her shadow appeared in the doorway. I saw her take down her panties and she sat next to me on my side of the bed. 

"Tom, I don't want to have your babies and I won't be here forever." She was serious and expected a response. I realized the truth in her statement. I wasn't thinking much past tonight but, I guess I was starting to form an attachment that would never hold. I was actually glad she brought it out in the open. 

"I never really wanted children and I know you can't stay for long. I think I will be a little sad when you leave though." I was looking in her eyes when I finished. It was the truth. I liked Natty, maybe even loved her a bit. I also knew that permanency was out of the question. I received one of those endearing puppy dog looks which was a bit more emotional than we needed right now. "Of course, that doesn't mean we can't have fun while you're here." I smiled and tenderly rolled her over my body onto her back. She laughed at my unexpected dominance. I had a sudden desire to see her in orgasm. 

I rolled on top of her and sat lightly on her thighs. I had her pinned as I ran my fingers lightly down the sides of her torso. She started laughing and tried to push my hands away. I moved quickly to avoid her blocks and replaced my hands above her breasts. I, ever so lightly, traced the outline of her perfect breasts admiring their symmetry. I was rewarded by her nipples elongating. She stopped trying to block my caresses as they became more sensual and less ticklish. I moved to the breasts themselves, gently painting them with my finger tips. I could feel goosebumps appear on the skin. I lowered my body some more and gently licked the right nipple. I heard a little giggle and the nipple strained out a bit more. I slowly moved to the left nipple and repeated the process. I was strangely proud of growing her nipples with such ease. My tongue moved between her breasts and I dropped wet kisses as I moved to her belly. 

As my head moved I began dragging my feathery fingers down her sides again. Her giggling increased and she struggled to remain still. I could feel her muscles tightening every time my fingers moved. I left little tongue trails across her tight belly. Each one elicited a small gasp as she tried to suck in her skin. I dropped below her belly button and my nose was met with an intoxicating musky scent. I stayed still for a moment and just breathed her in. The smell promised softness and sanctuary. Natty moaned quietly and squirmed a bit trying to get me moving again. I complied continuing to run my kisses at the very top of her thighs.

I opened her left leg slightly and began leaving wet kisses down the inside if her thigh. I felt little quivers as I moved back up slowly. I caught another whiff of Natty as a I moved to her other precious thigh. My hardon was now raging but, this wasn't for me. I could sense some frustration as I passed by her flower again and began kissing her quivering right thigh. As I moved back up her thigh and got close to her sex, Natty began to run her fingers through my hair. I could see her lips glistening with the light from the hallway. She was ready and her hands were there to make sure I wasn't passing up my target again. 




The Homeless



I kissed and slightly sucked on her right labia releasing some more moisture. She was soaking wet. I felt her hands steering me a bit higher. I pulled my tongue along her slit barely tasting her sweetness. I received a moan and more pressure to move higher. I used my hands to slightly open her flower and lick deeper into her. She moaned louder. Her hand she was now gripping my hair tightly. I wet a finger with her secretions and lightly stroked the hood of her clit, careful to not touch the little bud itself. I then inserted a finger into her slowly and began massaging her channel as I licked above it. She was moving her hips as well as my head trying to line me up to where she needed me most. I resisted and continued the teasing and enjoying the heavenly scent.

"Tom.. Tom" She sounded almost upset as she tried desperately to end her frustration. I capitulated and relaxed my neck muscles and let her pull me higher. When my tongue hit her clit, her hips shot up and she began to drag her nub back and forth across my tongue. I had lost total control as she ground into me and moaned. I felt the involuntary spasms travel down her legs as her orgasm flowed up her body. She went rigid for a moment and then her hips dropped back to the mattress with a loud sigh. I followed her pussy down and attacked her love button again. Her hips shot back up. "Ahhh fuck" came out of her mouth as I carried her through another peak. When her hips fell back I intended to try it again only to be blocked by her hand covering her sex. "I surrender." She said laughing and pulled her hips away from my mouth. "That was unbelieveable, I didn't know I could ride that wave twice." She was panting trying to catch her breath. There were still little tremors running along her muscles. 

"Payback for the shower." I said smiling ear to ear. I was about to joke about how long it's been for her when I remembered that prick Rick. Thank god, I kept my mouth shut. She pulled my up along side her and kissed me deep. 

"I got to say, for an old man, you have some serious talent." She looked into my eyes as her body began to recover. "I have never had anyone tease me like that. I hated it and loved it at the same time." She was laughing again. What a wonderful laugh. I was pretty proud of myself. She reached down a felt my rock hard pole. "And you loved doing it you stud." She was surprised it got me going. I wondered how it couldn't. I gave an involuntary jerk when she ran her hand down the shaft. I was on a hair trigger. "Whoa baby, this ones not going into the sheets. Not after that performance." Natty was taking control. 

Natty pushed me onto my back and straddled my thighs. I was smiling hard. I knew what was coming. I knew I would be lucky to last a minute but, boy I couldn't wait. She slowly dragged her hips up my thighs. Her soaking pussy enveloped the underside of my cock as her hips forced it against my tummy. I almost lost it right there. She reached the crown and I felt the tip enter her channel and she stopped. My groin felt like it was on fire. "What room am I supposed to paint next?" She had got to be kidding. Now she wants to discuss painting. I tried to move my hips to increase the penetration but, she moved with me. "Was it the front room or the back room?" She was pointing in the dark. Fine, I thought, let's get this out of the way.

"We decided on the...Oh God." As soon as I began to answer, she rotated her hips forward and slowly forced my cock deep inside of her. She was so tight, I didn't think I would get all the way in. She stopped again. 

"Which room was it?" She looked down at me with an evil smile. She continued to move with my straining hips. I loved it and I hated it. I couldn't help it, I laughed. "See what I mean, " she stroked my face, "it's heaven and hell all at once." 

"Please don't leave me like this." I was still laughing but, the pleading was real. She was laughing with me when she slowly raised up and dragged her heated box up my shaft. She slowly lowered herself again and I couldn't laugh anymore. 

"Is that better Tom?" She asked in a motherly voice. I didn't answer. I was busy trying to make it last. She rose up again and came back down. I loved the friction. I loved knowing I was inside her. She rose up again and my hips wouldn't wait for her return. There was no way my body was going to hold off another second. I drove into her and climaxed. It felt as powerful as it did in the shower. I couldn't believe I was still capable of such an experience. I jerked a few more times as she stroked my chest. Finally, my hips settled and I started to catch my breath. 

Natty brought her head close to mine. "Someone likes my pussy." She stated proudly and gave me a couple of vaginal squeezes. She had absolutely no aversion to talking about sex. I had never met anyone like her. "Tomorrow we should see if we can cum at the same time. That would be intense." She sat back up. "I think we could if we tried." She started rocking back and forth with me still deep inside. 

"I vote for trying." I have never scheduled sex before in my life. Two days ago she was yelling at me for buying her food and tonight I was planning the next days romp. I can't remember when I had had this much fun before. She rose up off me and I felt a flood of wet warmth coat my groin and stomach. "We kind of made a mess. Might have to change the sheets." I said with smile. She sat back down on my stomach in the middle of the puddle and slid it with her off to the side. She ended with her sticky leg draped over my stomach with her tits pressing in my side.

"Leave it. It's just us." She kissed me, laid her head on my pillow and cuddled closer. Well I wasn't going to move now. I loved having her snuggle into me. I pulled the sheets up over us and was content to sleep in our mess. Worst case, It will give me a reason to shower with her again. 

It took us two days to synchronize our climaxes. Natty seemed determined to get it right. I thought it was a win win no matter how it turned out. She was correct when she said it would be intense. I realized that I had fallen in love with her. I knew she wasn't going to stay and I was strangely okay with that. Somehow knowing it upfront had made it acceptable. I just wanted her to happy and I wanted to be one of the reasons for that happiness.

Thursday came around quickly. I had promised Natty that I would return to work on Friday. She was concerned I was going to screw up my life just to be with her. She was correct. Natty was my drug of choice and I wanted every minute I could with her. I sat outside Dr. Palmers office proving my ignorance to my phone once again. No matter how hard I tried, I was getting my ass kicked by foreigners in an english word game. Pinto47 was an Austrian prick. His fingers must move at the speed of light. 

Natty exited the office with her precious smile. "I can read. I mean it isn't much yet, but Susan's got me reading. " She had an arm full of books. "I got a lot of homework." 

"I'm still not sure how she handles numbers so well." Susan stated. "Simply amazing how she can calculate. Usually dyslexia messes up all symbology."

"There's only ten and the rules never change." Natty said as if it were obvious. "Letters are the screwy ones." I had to admit she was right. Unless you were born an Austrian prick.

"You work on the those exercises this week and it will soon become second nature." Susan said smiling, "I will see you next week." Yes, I was starving and it was BBQ time. 

Natty had been teasing me all day about Julie. I was sure she was seeing things that weren't there but, I took it well. I was worried she might be a bit disappointed when Julie didn't respond as she expected. Even though it was a bit late, we still had to wait fifteen minutes for a table. We were seated in a booth near the back and young waitress quickly came to the table. "Hello, I'm Mindy and I will be taking care of you today." I could see the disappointment on Natty's face. I think me being her white knight had embellished my prospects in her eyes. There was a tinge of disappointment in my mind as well. It is always good to feel wanted. Natty ordered her coke and I, my beer. 

I explained again to Natty that waitress work for tips. I reminded her that most women really don't give me a second glance. I wasn't sure why she was trying to set me up but, I just didn't want her disappointed. I noticed that she had stopped listening and was smiling over my shoulder. I followed her eyes and nearly fell off my seat. Julie was coming toward the table with a coke and a beer. 

"Mindy just got handed a large group. Looks like I'm going to be taking care of you guys today." Julie had on a big smile. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and a few strands had broken free and graced her face. I hadn't noticed her blue eyes the last time I was here. They kind of sparkled when I looked into them. 

"It's nice to see you again Julie." I smiled back at her. Her eyes brightened some more. Natty was just looking back and forth between our two faces smiling like a cheshire cat. 

"How nice that remember me Tom. Now, if I got it right, you want the pulled pork platter with bake beans, corn and extra sauce." She ticked off the ingredients on her fingers. 

"Wow, I think your memory is a bit better than mine." Why did I feel like a flirting school boy. I am sitting here with a girl half my age who is pretending to be my daugher but, is really sleeping with me and she is encouraging me make moves on the waitress. Damn, and I'm having fun doing it. "You're looking nice today." I was hoping my smile didn't look too perverted. 

"Flattery won't get you out of tip Tom." She started laughing with me as she squeezed my shoulder. "Let me get you're order in and I'll be right back." I watched her cute figure saunter off to the kitchen. Not as tight as Natty's but, not bad at all. Natty smacked my arm.

"You like her you old dog." She was smiling ear to ear. "You were flirting so much she forgot to take my order." My little sex monster was having fun playing matchmaker. Any other woman in the world would have poured her drink in my lap. "I don't even think she knew I was here."

"Well, when you got it you have to flaunt it." I kidded. She smacked my arm again. 

"Don't get all cocky. I like her and she deserves the real you." Natty was smiling but, I knew she was also serious. I do believe Natty loved me too. She didn't want to leave me if I it meant I would be alone again. God, I think she is doing more for me than I am for her. 

Julie returned a few moments later all embarrassed."I'm sorry, I forgot to get Natalie's order." I could sense she felt foolish and a bit uncomfortable. 

"We knew you would be back." I laughed trying to lessen the pain. "You must be busy taking on extra tables." She lightened up a bit. Natty placed her ordered and spent a few minutes talking with Julie. I just sat back admiring their expressions. Natty really did like Julie. 

When my order arrived I received a smile and a pile of extra pork. She sure knew how to flirt with a guy. I guess it was apparent on my face because she squeezed my shoulder again then let her hand fall gently down my arm before she headed back off to her duties. Natty gave me a serious look.

"She would go home with you tonight if you asked." Natty was jumping the gun a bit. "She really likes you." I thought about it and figured Natty was a better judge of people than I was. I wasn't ready to give up Natty just yet. I also felt a little shitty pretending I was some kind of playboy that women would just wait for. 

"One more week?" I asked Natty. She knew what I meant. I wasn't going to be a two woman man but, I wanted to be with Natty for a little while longer. She smiled at me and stroked my arm. 

"Okay, one more week. It is kind of fun, isn't it?" I nodded and added my smile to hers. She turned serious. "I'm fun but, Julie could be a lifetime." Shit. She was right. I'm not sure how Natty could be so young and so old at the same time. Julie brought the check and grabbed my card. She said she would be right back with the credit slip. I gave Natty the car keys and told her I would catch up. Julie returned shortly with the receipt.

"How would I make sure I was at your table next week?" I asked. I had placed my hand on hers when she tried place the black book on the table. She smiled at the touch and left her hand under mine. 

"Just tell Marty at the front. You might have to wait a few minutes extra." Her hand was still under mine. I liked the softness. "She's not your daughter, is she?" She was still smiling as the question sunk in. Women's intuition is amazing. I thought about lying and discounted it immediately. I thought about telling her about Natty. I discounted that as well. Since her hand was still under mine I knew I wasn't completely hosed. I choose the simple approach. 

"No." I didn't expound or plead. I just looked into her eyes and told her a simple truth. She leaned into my ear.

"Thank you for not lying. I really hope you're here next week." I felt her breath move my hair and it sent a small shiver down my body. She removed her hand slowly and hesitantly headed back off to her duties. She looked sexier now that she knew. I have no idea why but, I found her more desirable.. 

"She knew you weren't my daughter." I told Natty in the car. Natty smiled.

"I knew she was smart. You guys will make a great couple." Natty already had me married off. I not sure I minded the loss of control. "She still wants to see you, right?"

"Yep. You had her pegged from day one." I admitted as I started the car. I should have felt insulted taking socal lessons from Natty but, I didn't. I loved her. 

Work still sucked. I had to field a few questions about my absence. Nobody cared that I was gone, they only wanted to know why. It wasn't in my nature to suddenly take time off. I lied and told them it was private family issues. Most seemed satisfied with that. Only Tami, the receptionist smirked at my response. Fucking women's intuition. Is nothing a man does private? 

I promised Natty that I wouldn't be home for lunch. She wanted to study her reading and didn't trust herself to keep her hands off me. I didn't believe her for a second. She was trying to wean me off her. I understood and loved her for it. We both knew what had to happen. I went back to Marty's for lunch.

""Hi Tom, how have you been?" It was Susan's pleasant voice that greeted me as I entered. 

"Very well as a matter of fact." I smiled to prove the fact. She pulled her head back and stopped moving in an exaggerated manner. 

"Well it's good see the world isn't kicking everyone in the behind." She smiled back obviously happy that I was happy. She shuffled close to me.

"Just so you know, there is some grease ball looking for that girl you fed last week." She wasn't smiling anymore. "Some of our more nosey patrons might have mentioned that they saw her getting into your car." She leaned it a bit farther. "Tom, I didn't like the look of the guy. You didn't do something stupid did you?" Shit, that's all I need is to have Rick find out where Natty is. 

"Nothing I can't handle Susan. Let's just say that it would be helpful if the grease ball never saw the girl again." I looked her in the eyes. I think she trusted me but, how could she know. 

"Your call Tom. Just be careful. You tip more than most you know." She smiled. I knew that I wouldn't have an issue with her. I smiled back and patted her hand. I wasn't used to touching other people. Since I had met Natty, I realized I had become a bit more outgoing. She seemed to accept it as a sign of friendship and reached back for the menu I pretty much knew by heart. I wondered how much of life I missed not making more personal connections with the people I saw everyday. Damn, thinking backwards was useless. I'll just have to be more outgoing from now on. I had a pleasant lunch and by time it was over I knew the name of Susan's three grandchildren and their prospects for college. I was amazed at how much she was willing to tell me if I was willing to listen. It gave me that warm comfortable feeling I haven't felt since my wife died. I had a new friend, granted I had to tip her, but a friend none the less. Friends just get bigger tips. 

I was whistling the old Frito bandito tune on my way to the car. "I hear you know where Natty is." The voice came from behind me. I turned to see young man who was obviously an expert at making poor choices. Dressed in worn black clothes with way too much jewelry in his ears. I even think he had some type of lipstick on. He was buzzed bald around his ears and had a strange tuft of hair pulled to the side. The studded leather bracelets made him look kind of comical to me. I looked him in the eye.

"Fuck off." I didn't want to leave him with any impression that I might be helpful. He was a bit taller than me. A lot younger and maybe a bit stronger but, I didn't like him. My love for Natty kind of blew any fear away. 

"Just tell me where she is old man." He took a step closer. His arms didn't move so it wasn't overtly aggressive. I didn't like the 'old man' addition to his statement but, in truth, I was older. There was no need to mince words.

"If you find her Rick, I rip your fucking head off." He was startled that I guessed his name. The conversation was over. I wasn't interested in a pissing contest in the middle of the parking lot. I turned to get into my car. This asshole wasn't going to ruin my day or Nattys. 

I heard the knife open. I turned quickly and felt something in my side. It didn't really hurt so I assumed he missed. His mistake. He could run faster, punch faster and probably kick me to death. He shouldn't have never gotten close. My left hand shot up and grabbed his collar. I think he was surprised I moved so fast. I pulled his face forward and drove my right fist into it. I felt his legs buckle. I remembered what he did to Natty. I struck again even harder and he collapsed to the ground pulling me with him. I heard Susan screaming for someone to call the police and footsteps were coming my way. I wasn't done yet. 

"You fucking go near her again." I hit the motionless face. "I'll cripple your ass". I hit his face again and drew back blood. "Fucking asshole." I heard bone snap when I hit him again. I wanted him dead. My hand was beginning to hurt. It didn't matter. I swung again and his nose moved weirdly to the left. I felt hands pulling me off him but, I wasn't done yet. My next swing missed. Someone had grabbed my arm and was pulling me off. I spit on him since they wouldn't let me hit him again. There was blood all over the piece of shit. I realized I might have killed him and I didn't care. 

"Tom, oh god, he stabbed you." Susan was crying. Shit, it wasn't his blood. Everything went black.

There was an incessant beeping in my head. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. My whole side was sore as hell and I just wanted to go back to sleep so I didn't have to feel it. It wasn't going to happen. I tried to open my eyes but, it was bit too bright. I felt sweet warmth tenderly stroke my hair. It was a lot friendlier than I would expect from Susan. The thought triggered my memory of the lunch events. "Natty?"

"Hi Tom, welcome back." I could hear the smile in her voice. I weakly opened my eyes and was met with a bloodshot pair that screamed of pain. I felt horrible. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen." I wanted to remove her pain. Not add to it. 

"It's not your fault sweety, it was mine. I told you I was cursed." I now heard tears in her voice. How could she blame herself for assholes like Rick. No, I wasn't going to drive her back into her shell. 

"Well look who's awake." A confident well dressed man in a doctor coat walked in. "It was touch and go there for a little while but, luckily they wheeled you into my OR." He wore an infectious smile. "There was a little internal bleeding but, I am confident I got it all. I regret to inform you Mr. Barstow, you'll be paying taxes next April with the rest of us." 




The Homeless



I liked him already. Brash, yes but, very likeable. I tried to laugh but, my side hurt to much. "That pain is one of the side effects of me digging around in there. The bulk of it should pass in a day or two although, it will remain uncomfortable for a few weeks." He was still smiling. I guess he was proud of his success. 

"Dr. Bounder is the one who convinced the hospital to let me stay with you." I could tell the Natty admired him. That was good enough for me. 

"Thanks doc. I guess I owe you my life." I wasn't sure what to tell a man who pulled you back from the brink of death. 

"Ha, ha Mr. Collins. Nice try. You know slavery is outlawed, this hospital demands cash." I chuckled and pain shot through my side. I winced trying to hold back the next chuckle. "I'm going to have a nurse come by to give you a local so you breath a little easier. I can get you something a bit stronger if you like Mr. Barstow?" 

"Tom please. A local would be fine and hold off on the jokes." I smiled trying to sound friendly.

"Well Tom, I'll leave you two alone. I will stop by on my rounds tomorrow morning." He headed out the door.

"Rick is the curse Natty." I returned to her previous statement. "You need to stay away from him. You can't let him know where you are." I suddenly felt helpless. I wouldn't be able to lift a finger stop Rick if I wanted too. 

"I don't think that will be an issue Mr. Barstow." Damn, more interruptions. This time it was cop. "There were many witnesses that swear he stabbed you first. Ms. Raspsin here, has informed us as to the possible motive." Raspsin, I had been naked with her and I just realized I never knew her last name. He pulled out a notebook and pen. "Did he stab you first sir?" 

"Yes." Even if he didn't, this officer just told me what my answer should be. 

"The witnesses agree it was self defense. He has three priors and this will put him away for 10 to 20 depending how he pleads. I don't think Ms. Raspsin needs to worry about seeing him for a while." Damn, they have already convicted him. Good, the asshole deserves everything he gets. The officer looked back to Natty. "I will abide by your wishes and not file a complaint on the promoting prostitution offense Ms. Raspsin." She had told them everything. "Our interrogators did confront him with the issue and he had to be restrained. He kept hurling himself into the walls. I doubt he will seek you out in the future." I smiled. I doubt a slime like him would ever attempt contact again. 

"Thank you so much officer. That is a load off my mind." I was satisfied. 

"And ours sir." He smiled knowingly, "Captain wanted me to get a verbal statement when you woke up. We are going to need a formal signed statement when you are a little stronger. " He said his goodbyes and left the way he came. 

"See, I lived and Rick will rot in prison. No curse, just justice." I reach out with the good sided arm pushed some errant hairs behind her ear. 

"I was so scared when they called. They wanted a relative and I didn't know anyone to call." She was shaking a bit. "I thought you might die and I couldn't do anything about it." I curled my arm around her and pulled her closer. It hurt like hell but, I didn't make a sound. "You know I love you, right?" I was surprised to hear her say it. We both knew this was short term no matter what. 

"Yes, no..I wasn't sure. I only knew I loved you." She leaned in and kissed me hard. That didn't hurt at all. 

"I was so afraid you would die not knowing." She snuggled closer. "I mean dead was bad enough but, not letting you know seemed so much worse." She kissed me again. "God, I'm glad you didn't die." She grabbed me and pulled me closer which hurt like hell. I, again, didn't make a sound. 

The nurse came in and kicked Natty out. Visiting hours were over. She gave me shot in my side which relieved the bulk of the pain and I was able to sleep again. 

Natty spent the next three days at the hospital just talking with me. She did her homework with me and I was surprised at her progress. For someone who couldn't read a lick a week ago, she knocking off childrens books with little pain. The techniques that Dr. Palmer taught her were a little strange but, they seemed to work miracles with Natty. I was pretty damn proud of her. 

Tuesday was a sad day. Natty told me she had found an apartment and Dr. Palmer had found her a job.I guess those two got closer than I thought. I was happy for her but, sad for me. I knew she needed to move on. I was selfish to think I could give her what she needed. I, of course, voiced none of my dismay. She said she would see me home on Friday when I was supposed to be released. I had to spend my last days with her in this damn hospital. My side still ached like I had pulled some muscles. The shooting pain was gone like Dr. Bounder said it would but, I couldn't truly be with Natty again. I would just have to be satisfied with her fully clothed which was better than not having her at all. I should have killed Rick. It would have made it more worth while. 

On Wednesday, Dr. Palmer came around in the morning and said there would be some final xrays and blood tests on Thursday and if all came up negative as expected, I would be released Friday morning. He then removed a vial and syringe from his coat. "This will just remove that tightness you're feeling in your side. I don't recommend you move around a lot but, I was assured that wouldn't be necessary." He gave me a smile and a wink as he stuck me. I wasn't sure what he meant but, he saved my life so I trusted his judgement. "You have one hour Ms. Raspsin." He left the room and Natty entered. I heard the door lock. 

Natty moved to the window smiling and closed the drapes. I was beginning to understand what was about to happen and feared for my stitches. She moved to the side of the bed and slowly removed her shirt. Her perfect braless breasts softly pointed directly at me. "Dr. Bounder believes that the attention of loved ones is important in one's recovery." She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her chest and I tenderly massaged her mounds. 

"I do like that doctor." I said lustfully. I started to move my sore sided arm over to join the other and Natty pushed it back to the bed. 

"No you don't. I promised the good doctor you wouldn't get to energetic." She leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss and ran her hand under the sheets down my good side. "You tasted me and now I get to taste you." My cock pulsed at her words. Her mouth replaced her hand and she slowly kissed her way down my torso. "I wonder if you'll enjoy it as much as I did." She flashed me a smiled and continued her descent. I now had a full fledged tent. God, can this girl get me going. She smiled at my obvious erection. "I think you like the idea." I didn't say a word. I was afraid to break the spell. 

She pulled the sheet and exposed my manhood. I was rock hard, as much from her words as her descending kisses. She leaned over the bed and lightly scraped her nipples on my side and stomach as she kissed the crown. My dick twitched involuntarily and she giggled and kissed it again just to see reaction again. It performed as expected. She brought her knee up on the edge of the bed to give her more leverage and began to lovingly lick the head. My cock was twitching all over at the tickling sensation. She reached up and tenderly grasped the shaft to steady it and the licks became more solid, warm and wet. I moaned but, never let my eyes leave the erotic sight. 

She looked back into my eyes and smiled. She returned and engulfed the head of my hardon and I felt her tongue start to make love to it. My hips started to strain a bit but, I didn't feel the dull pain I expected. Thanks Doc. Natty removed her mouth and let go of my cock. I sighed in disappointment. She climbed upon the bed and maneuvered to my feet. "I want to see you cum." My dick leaped at the words. She lowered her mouth back to my erection while looking directly into my eyes. I groaned trying to hold off. Her tongue was now massaging the underside of my cock causing me all sorts of control issues. It felt incredible. 

She lifted her mouth again. "You taste delicious." she smiled and gave the head another lick. "I wonder if I can swallow it all?" My hips felt the strain even before she dropped her mouth back over my crown. Her lips dropped down and half my cock disappeared into her mouth. It was so wet, so warm and incredibly wonderful. She was still looking in my eyes as she raised back up and then plunged back down until three quarters were buried in her heavenly mouth. 

"Oh God." I moaned as I sensed my impending climax. She held me there and I knew she had me at her limit. I felt the resistance at her throat. I couldn't believe how sexy she looked as she looked at me. My thighs were beginning to shake. Her eyes began to water as I felt the resistance suddenly give way and the rest of my cock disappeared down her throat. "Shitttt." That was it for me, I couldn't last with girl if I wanted to. The first spasm shot right down her throat and she pulled back up and massaged the rest of the them out with her lips. I kept cumming as more spasms emanated from my groin. Her eyes never left mine as I saw her swallow which generated another spasm. I wanted to reach down and pull her up to me but, I couldn't. She was and always would be my angel. God, I didn't deserve her. 

My cock finally began to relax. She was still making love to it with her mouth, just a bit more tenderly. She removed her mouth and smiled up to me. She gave the head a couple of tender kisses and began to crawl up the good side of my body and laid next to me in the bed. I pulled her head close and kissed her deeply. I tasted some of myself but, the kiss was more important than any moral objection. "That was simply incredible. " I said looking into her eyes. 

"I had never went all the way down before. Talk about freaky fun." She was happy again. She really loved sex. That made the experience so much better. I was going to miss that. "Dr. Bounder said I couldn't screw you so I did the next best thing."

"You talked with the Doctor about this?" I was smiling wondering how far she would go.

"Yep, and he okayed oral sex. He said the shot would dull any small pains that you might experience." I got a prescription for a blowjob. I really liked this doctor. "He told me you wouldn't be ready for sex for another week or so. I got him to compromise." Natty was proud of herself. I was a big fan of her efforts. 

"I am going to miss you Natty." I needed to say it. I wanted her to know that I cherished our time together. 

"I'll miss you too. More than you will ever know." She said as she hugged me close.

"You do know that if you ever need anything. You can call me anytime." She gave me a silly smile.

"I'm not leaving the planet Tom. We'll stay in touch. Just no more naked time for you horny boy." She jabbed me in my good side. I laughed at my stupidity. I didn't realize that she could just turn off that portion of our lives and continue as friends. I didn't think it was possible but, with Natty it made sense. 

"God I love you." I meant it with all my heart. 

"Ditto old man." She smiled as we cuddled for the last time. 

She brought me home on Friday as promised. A clean and newly painted house. She was an excellent painting maid. I settled up with her and hoped it was enough to give her a good start. We had already said everything that needed saying on Wednesday so a received a little peck on my cheek when she left the house for good. God, I'll miss that girl. My house was empty again.

The damn doorbell rang at five PM. I was still a bit sore and getting up off the couch cost me a few groans. I wobbled over to the door and tried not to look angry when I opened it. Standing on my porch in jeans and a t-shirt was Julie with a serious look on her face and her hands clasped behind her back. I was shocked and I completely ignored the obvious question of how she knew where I lived. 

"Oh shit!" I said out loud as I remembered. "Julie... I am so sorry. Look I know you may not believe this but, I was in the hospital. There was a situ.." She threw me off by giving me a big smile and I realized she wasn't pissed. "But you know this already." I surmised. 

"Natty dropped by last night to keep your date. She told me everything." Thank you Natty and I hope you didn't really didn't tell her everything. Julie looked at me kind of funny. "Can I come in." Damn, where were my manners. 

"Of course." I smiled. "Please, I am happy you came by." I wobbled over to the side to let her enter. She pulled a big bag from behind her.

"I brought some dinner if you're hungry. I understand you like pulled pork." She smiled.

"I am REALLY happy you came by." I exaggerated the greeting. I noticed the jeans showed off her curves more than her uniform. She really was a good looking woman. I put some plates down on the counter and Julie filled them pork and all the fixings. I got to know her during that meal. She was married once and it didn't take. She wasn't currently dating anyone and had no kids. Her father passed away a few years ago and her mother is in home up north. I learned more about her in thirty minutes than I knew about people I had known my whole life. Listening is definitely a great skill. We cleaned up the dishes and retired to the couch. 

"Do you love Natty?" I was a little unprepared for a question like that coming from Julie. I just knew lying would be the beginning of the end. 

"Yes." I figured the short truth would be more digestible than an elaborate answer. 

"She told me everything you did for her. I know she loves you too." Julie paused for second. " I'm getting too old to beat around the bush so I will just be direct. Do you plan to be intimate with her again?" She was looking at my eyes. I guess she was trying suck the truth out of them.

"No." I smiled "She is a lovely girl who deserves a wonderful future with someone her own age." Julie shifted down the couch and placed a hand behind my head and surprised me with a passionate kiss. It was soft and inviting and carried the promise of so much more. I returned the kiss with equal passion.

"When Natty told me everything, I wasn't sure what to do. Then I decided we obviously like each other and I didn't want to throw that away for some stupid jealousy that I didn't have the right to feel in the first place." I was sure Natty didn't tell her everything. "You're obviously a good man and I want to give us a chance if you would like to."

"I would love that, Julie." I stroked her hair as I admired her blue eyes. Julie smiled and kissed me again. Natty must have worked her magic to get Julie over here. She didn't want me to be alone again. God, I loved that girl. I had a strong feeling I was also going to love Julie in time. 

"Now, Natty said I have to wait a week but, I'm kind of interested in that heaven and hell thing." Julie's smile shifted to mischevious. Shit, Natty told her everything!



The Homeless Man



The men sat on a park bench. One was a small older man. His companion was about thirty five or so but it was difficult to accurately tell his age. His eyes were unfocused and blank. It was clear he had not bathed or changed clothing for a long time. His clothes were in rags and were filthy. His hair and beard were matted with filth and debris. 

The older man looked him and shook his head. He stood and took the younger man by the hand and led him toward the mission. The younger guy followed docilely along. As they crossed the street a large car braked to a stop and the driver stared at the two derelicts crossing the street.

Jason Brooks grabbed his cell phone and pressed a speed dial number. The phone was answered, he said, "Betty, Honey, has Samantha heard anything about Jonathon lately?"

"Not yet, they are still searching for him."

"Well I would swear I just saw him going into the Christian Mission down on Canal Street. He looked terrible if it was him."

"Oh! My God! I'll call Samantha right away."

"I'm going to park here and watch to see if he leaves. Tell her to hurry."

Jason parked and watched the Mission door. Several people went in and out. The two men he had see had not come out. After about ten minutes a Police car pulled in in front of him. One of the officers walked back to Jason's car. He asked if he was Jason Brooks. He said he was and that he hadn't seen Jonathon Mitchell leave. The officer asked if he would accompany him in the mission and point Mr. Mitchell out to him. Jason agreed. 

They entered the building and saw a large room with people seated eating. Jason spotted the two men he had seen and pointed them out to the officers. They watched as the older man took food from the younger man's plate and ate it. Then he would take some food and put it in the younger man's mouth. The police asked him if he were sure the younger man was Jonathon Mitchell. Jason said he couldn't be positive, but that he was pretty sure it was him. The three of them approached the two men at the table. Jason Looked carefully at the younger man. He said, "Jonathon, is that you?"

The younger man stared straight ahead and showed only one sign that he had heard. Tears ran from his eyes. Jason looked at the officer and nodded his head. The officer asked the older man if he knew the younger man's name. He said he had heard someone call him Johnny one time, so that was what he called him. "He is a nice guy, is he in trouble?"

"No, he is lost and needs help. Can he talk?"

"Never heard him say a word except one time some guy had a bottle and I gave him a shot. He said some woman's name and cried like a baby. Only thing I ever heard him say."

Jason said, "Was the name Samantha."

"Yeah! That was it. Samantha."

Jason looked at the officer. "His wife's name is Samantha."

The officer looked at the other cop. "Ted, I'm going to call the EMTs and have them pick him up. They are better equipped to handle him, besides I don't want him to stink up the car. Damn he stinks." He took the microphone for the radio he wore on his shoulder and called for Medical Assistance and gave the location. He looked at his fellow officer, "Boy! He is a big one. Thin, but still big."

"Yeah, I hope he ain't violent or anything."

The older derelict looked up at them. "He don't never start nothing'. But a few weeks back some guys tried to take my cigarettes and were beatin'on me. He tore into 'em like a wild man. Just kicked the living shit out of five big guys. Nobody messes with us now."

"Can you control him?"

"Yeah, most of the time he does whatever I tell him."

"How about you go to the hospital with him. You'll get a decent meal and a bath out of it. Maybe some clean clothes."

"Why not. Been a long time." 

Samantha Mitchell sat in the chair beside Jonathon's bed. She wiped her eyes for the hundredth time in the last hour or two. She was going to need a new box of Kleenex pretty soon. Every time she looked at the sleeping man she burst into tears. She just couldn't help it. He looked much better now, He was clean, his hair cut and washed and free of mats and tangles. He beard was gone. She hadn't been sure it was him when she first saw him in the hospital, he was so dirty and tattered. Now he looked like a bare shell of his old self. He was almost eighty pounds lighter than he had been when the walked out of her life that fateful day, the worst day of her whole life.

She heard a step near the door and turned to see Adam Mitchell walk in the door. Adam was a giant man. He stood six foot ten inches tall and weighed 320 pounds. He looked down at Jonathon and his face contorted in pain and tears ran down his cheeks. He looked skyward and clinched his fists, "Dear God, what have I done to this man, the finest, truest person I have ever known, the best brother anyone could ever have. What have I done?" He turned and looked at Samantha. "I'm so damned sorry, Sam. Let me know if I can help in any way." He sobbed and walked from the room.

Samantha thought again about that day. It started out well enough, Samantha and Jonathon had gone to meet some friends at Adam's house for a Bar-B-Que. The afternoon had gone very well. Sam had worn a cute pair of white short shorts and a small yellow halter top. She wore a lace jacket and a pink ball cap with her long blond ponytail through the hole in the back. She knew she looked good. She had just turned thirty two years old and looked easily ten or fifteen years younger. Her body was gorgeous, large breasts, narrow waist, trim hips and lovely legs. She dearly loved her husband and everyone there knew it. She was never far from him and didn't seem to be happy or relaxed unless she was touching him. He never seemed to take his eyes off of her. His brother Adam flirted with Samantha shamelessly and had everybody including Jonathon and Sam laughing at him. 

Samantha , Adam and Jonathon had known each other all their lives. Jonathon and Sam had been sweethearts since the grade school. They had married right after High School. Adam, two years older than Jonathon, went off to play football at Miami and then to the Denver Broncos. 

Jonathon stayed home and attended the local Community College with Samantha. He got a part time job as a claims adjuster with a large insurance company. He was very bright and friendly with everyone. Soon he was working full time and doing college part time. He was doing better financially and he and Sam bought a mobile home on three acres. Sam loved it. She was studying Interior Decoration and was interning at various large store during the summer.

Adam was making millions and offered to buy a house for Jonathon and Sam, they refused and told him to invest and save his money. Football couldn't last forever. Jonathon attended classes and seminars about the claims business and was soon running the local office for a large nation wide Insurance company. He worked up a presentation for presentation to the parent company and presented it to ten different Insurance Companies as well.

Eight of the ten signed contracts with The Mitchell Insurance Adjusters and Claims Company. They did well and soon Samantha was running the office and Jonathon had to hire several adjusters to work with him. They had more work than they could handle. Soon he represented over thirty Insurance companies. They opened Small branch offices in six cities. These were started as one woman and two or three man operations. The branch offices were all tied to the main office by computers. Most of the small offices only gathered information and forwarded it to the main office. The main office processed the information and did all the paper work and all the billing and payouts.

Then Adam suffered a career ending knee injury. He returned home and bought a big house. He talked Jonathon into expanding even more with ten new offices. He became a partner in the business.

The Bar-B-Que was over just after dark. Jonathon was not much of a drinker. He almost never touched the stuff. Samantha enjoyed a drink now and then. Samantha noticed Jonathon nodding in his chair and had Adam help her carry him to a spare bedroom. Sam removed his shoes and covered him with a blanket. She went out and sat on the patio and talked with Adam. She said she would have one more drink and then go to bed with Jonathon. Adam was feeling no pain by then and begged her to dance with him because he hadn't had a chance to dance with her all day. Adam was a smooth dancer and Sam enjoyed the dance. He held her close and she dreamed she was dancing with her Jonathon. They kissed and she felt his hands on her body, they felt lovely and gentle as Jon always did. The kissing was more and more passionate and delightful. She felt him push her back on the couch. He moved her legs and entered her. She held him tightly to her body and moaned with pleasure.

The came the yell that shocked her whole world.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE. OH! MY GOD! SAM, ADAM, NO, OH! God NO, Noooooooo!" 

She looked up in confusion and saw Adam pulling his cock from her vagina. She turned and saw Jonathan running out the door. That was the last time she had seen him until today.

She was devastated by what had happened. Adam was in shock too! They sat up all night waiting for Jonathan to return. After daylight she drove home. She waited until a couple days went by then filed a missing persons report with the police. Adam called her four or five times a day to see if she had heard anything. He hired private investigators but they never found a thing. Jonathon never used his credit cards, No ATMs were used. Nothing. He had left on foot wearing jeans and sneakers and a plain white t-shirt.

Over three months had gone by and then her friend, Betty had called that afternoon. Betty told her about Jason's call and she immediately called the police. She was very surprised when Jason called her and said the police had Jonathon, he was being taken to Memorial Hospital.

She stared at him. The doctors at the hospital had not been able to find out what was wrong with him. Physically he was in rough shape, mostly from malnutrition and dehydration. Mentally he was in really bad condition. They said he had evidently suffered a shock he was unable to handle and his brain had just shut down to lessen the pain. There appeared to be little or no cognitive function. The psychologists and psychiatrists were not yet ready to start a treatment. They wanted to get him in better physical condition before the tried anything. It was difficult to diagnose some one who wouldn't or couldn't talk.

The IV feeding tubes, the cannula in his nose and the wires attached various places scared her. She wouldn't let herself dwell on what had happened. She knew it was her fault. She knew what Jonathon had seen but she didn't understand how it had happened. She knew neither Adam or she would ever do anything that could hurt Jon. They both loved him dearly.

She thought she saw his eyes flutter. She watched carefully. Then she saw his eyes pop wide open. He stared straight ahead. She said, "Jonathon." His didn't move for several moments. Then he turned and looked at her. His eyes grew wide. He screamed "NOoooooooo! At the top of his lungs.

He sobbed and cried his face turned away from her. 

Samantha pressed the Nurses call button. The nurse took one look at him and pressed a button on the console beside the monitors. A doctor hurried in. The nurse whispered to him, they took Jonathon's vitals and made other phone calls.

The crew of shrinks were soon there and after examining Jonathon they requested she go to a conference room with them. She was asked exactly what had happened when he awoke. She told them exactly what had happened. There was a general discussion of what each thought it meant. Finally Sam said, "Excuse me. I think it is a positive thing in that at least he had some cognitive reaction to seeing me. He recognized me and reacted. He hasn't done that before. I'll grant you it was a negative reaction, but it was positively a reaction."

The doctors looked at her, then at each other. One said, "I agree with Mrs. Mitchell, she is exactly correct, is there any dissent? No! Fine, then we need to find a plan of action to use this brake through in effecting a recovery. I suggest we take him off the sedatives again and repeat the process of him seeing his wife and feeling something. If he feels something we can work from there."

"It should be recorded and hopefully several of us should be there."

"Great, we are all agreed on that. Let's shoot for tomorrow afternoon. We will continue trying to build his physical strength and then we will awaken him and see what happens, can you be here Mrs. Mitchell?"

"Yes, of course."

Samantha sat in the chair and watched him carefully. He should awaken soon. The doctors stood silently and watched too. His eyes fluttered, then closed. Sam felt he was near consciousness. His eyes fluttered again. She could see his eyes moving rapidly under his eyelids. His eyes slowly opened. He stared at the ceiling. Samantha reached out and took his hand and held it in both of hers. He slowly turned his head and looked at her. Tears ran from both their eyes.

"Why? Sammy, Why?" 

"I love only you Jon, only you."

"Why did you do it, why?"

"It was an accident, we were drunk, I thought I was loving you. I really did. You know I could never hurt you like that, never."

"But you did. The two of you killed me, I am dead."

"No Baby, I love you and I won't let you die. I need you. I love you, please stay with me, please."

"It is easier being dead, I don't see the two of you then."

"No, Darling, I love you and want you to look at me and see the true love in my eyes, it is only for you, no one but you."

"Where is Adam? I want to see him."

"He is just outside in the hall."

"Please get him." 

One of the doctors motioned for a nurse to get Adam.

Adam entered the room and stood beside Samantha. 

"Why? Adam. Tell me why."

"I was drunk, we were dancing and I kissed her. The next thing I knew was when you yelled. I have had a dream of making love to Sam for years. I thought it was that dream again. You are my little brother, I could never have done that on purpose. I want to die for what I did. Sam has talked me out of it, she said you wouldn't want me to die."

Jonathon's eyes dropped down and he looked at his wife.

"Is that true?"

"Darling, I don't know. Has he ever lied to you in his whole life?"

"Yes, I believe he has."

"No! I am telling the truth. I thought it was my dream."

Jonathon looked at Samantha, "Adam, I asked you one time if you were in love with Sam, You said no, you said you loved her like a sister. Was that a lie?"

"Yes."

"Sam, are you in love with Adam?"

"NO. I only love you. Adam is my friend and I love him as a brother. You, Jonathon, are my one and only true love."

His eyes shifted back and forth between them. "I think I liked it better the way it was when I was dead. I could rest then. Now when I close my eyes I see the two of you together. It is like a knife in my heart. How can I rest or sleep ever again." 

Samantha stood up, she turned to the doctors, "Please have the nurse remove the cannula and the IVs. Right now. Then I want everyone out of this room. I will let you know if I need you."

She stood and watched as it was done. When the door closed she slowly removed her blouse and skirt. Her eyes never left his. She reached behind her and unfastened the clasp on her bra. She held the cups over her breasts. She walked close to the bed. She slowly removed the left side of the bra bearing the left breast. Then she slowly removed the right cup. He stared. His eyes closed and then popped back open. She then slowly pulled down her panties until they were well down her thighs. She stood erect then. Tattooed above the left nipple was the word JONATHON. Over the right nipple was the word MITCHELL. Then, just above the slit in her bare shaved mound were the three words, HIS EXCLUSIVE PROPERTY. 

She smiled at him. "This tells the world who I belong to. Now and forever." She bent forward and kissed his lips softly. She felt his fingers gently touch her back. Then his hands and arms pulled her down on top of him. His lips parted and she moaned as their tongues rubbed against each other. She broke the kiss and looked down at him. "I wanted you to know how much I love you."

He gazed into her eyes, "When did you have this done, it looks all healed."

"Two months ago, I wasn't sure you were even still alive. I still wanted to be marked as yours for ever."

"I love you Sammy. Please kiss me again. Thank you. Now when I close my eyes I will see your tattoos. AND ADAM KISSING THEM! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU ROTTEN BITCH!" 



The Homeless Man's New Wife



Kelly was 22; she had blond hair, green eyes and a voluptuous body. She worked at a law firm. She was the type of woman that men wanted and was the envy of other women. Kelly had boyfriends before but they all broke up with her because she was no fun. She was a full blown workaholic. Kelly went on her lunch break. It was a nice day, the café she was going to was only about two blocks away from where she worked and since it was such a nice day she decided to walk.

While on her way to the café, Kelly spots a homeless black man asking people for money. People avoided him. Kelly decides to play dirty trick on him. As she approaches him a foul odor hits her. It was coming from the homeless man. 

Ugh! No wonder people where avoiding him, maybe I shouldn't do this, nah it will be fine, Kelly thought. She finally approaches him. 

Excuse me ma'am, could you spare some change?

Yeah, she gives him a 50.

Thank you!

The homeless man was happy until he looks at the 50.

Hey lady! Hey lady! What's the big idea of giving me this fake fifty?!

Isn't it obvious? Get a real job you bum! Kelly walks away.

Hey lady!

Ugh! Get away from me! She shoves the homeless man, causing him to fall.

I'll get you back for this! Hear me?! I Frank will get back at you for this!

Kelly waves the middle finger.

"Oh-ho! That's what she wants! Well fine, that's what she'll get!" Frank secretly follows Kelly. He follows her until she goes inside the café. Frank does not go in instead; he goes across the street and goes into the ally. In the ally he had perfect view of the café. He was planning to wait until she came out again. He could wait forever. No matter which way she went he was going to follow her.

After sometime had passed Kelly comes out of the café and heads back the direction she came. Frank quickly runs across the street and resumes following her. He was careful not follow too close to her. He follows her until she goes inside the law firm.

This must be where she works. I'll just wait until she gets done. Once again he goes across the street and goes into an ally and waits.

Evening came and at last, Kelly comes out. He sees her heading into the parking lot. He runs across the street and follows her. He sees her hooked up but he knew he could not take her now, it was still daylight. He creeps into some bushes and watches her approach a red car. He has a full view of her license plate. He takes out a pin and paper and writes down the numbers.

I got you now! 

After she leaves he heads to the bus stop. Frank had little money that was given to him from nice people. 

It's time for a trip to the library.

The bus comes and he heads to the library. At the library he pulls up some information. 

SO, her name is Kelly. She's 22 and lives alone. Perfect! She does not live far from where she works and it only takes one bus to get to her street. Technology is so grand! It's the same bus I was just on. This is too good!

After he gets done, he goes to get a bite to eat and then he heads back to the bus stop. The bus soon comes and he gets on it. He was fully energized and thinking perverted thoughts about Kelly.

The sun was now gone and he finally made it the street Kelly lived on. 

"Get ready Kelly, tonight is SEX NIGHT!!" 

He heads up her street. Soon he was at her house. The lights were on and her car was in the driveway. Frank grins evilly and begins his decent 

It was 8:00pm; Kelly was preparing to go out. She was looking forward to the night ahead. Great I'm ready, now where are my keys?

Ding-dong.

Who on earth could that be?!

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Kelly opens the door but once she does: PUNCH!

Kelly stumbles backwards and falls to floor. Frank gets inside and locks the door. He approaches Kelly and kicks her in stomach twice and then he grabs her by her long blond hair and drags her to the bedroom. "Let go of me, let go of me!" Kelly screamed. Kelly tries to get loose but can't. Frank pushes the half open bedroom door open and continues to drag until he reaches the feet of Kelly's Bed. He pulls her up. She tries to fight but Frank grabs both of her arms and is able to both arms into his left hand and with his right hand he slaps her and she fall unto the bed. Kelly was disoriented from the slap, thus giving Frank time to take off his clothes and then he starts removing Kelly clothes. She had on a pink half cupped bra with matching pink lace panties. 

"Oh yeah!" Frank thought. He removes her bra and panties gazes upon her naked body. White, blond, D-CUP tits with pink nipples and a freshly shaven vagina, he starts licking his lips. 

Kelly comes to her senses and she sees this naked black man grinning evilly at her. 

"CHOCOLATE AND VANILLA ARE GONNA MIX TONIGHT!"

Kelly eyes widen in horror. Frank was in fifties, old enough to be her father, he had a potbelly and the very sight of him disgusted her. She tries to get up but Frank pushes her down into the bed and gets top of her. 

No! No! She screamed. She tries to get him off but he was too heavy and it was already too late; Frank was already thrusting into her. She still tried to get him off but a foul smell hits her and she loses her strength. She was defeated. Frank was going to have his way with her no matter if she liked it or not.

Frank continues thrusting; he rubs his face between Kelly's breasts. He starts groping, licking, kissing, pinching and sucking on her breasts. He tries to kiss her but she resists, so he slaps her and she opens her mouth. He starts tongue kissing Kelly. She felt disgusted having this man's vile tongue in her mouth and her tongue in his mouth. Frank moaned and groaned as he continued thrusting into Kelly. He couldn't believe he was actually screwing this beautiful 22 year-old blond. 

Kelly lays there not saying a word and while she lays there feeling the sperm being pumped into her vagina she wondered how long would her ordeal last? 

Frank gets off of her. Kelly was so shaken up that she fall out of the bed. 

Thank goodness he's done, Kelly thought. But she was wrong. 

"The night's still young," Frank muttered to himself. He approaches Kelly.

"Alright, start sucking!"

"What?" 

Take my penis into your mouth and start sucking. You've sucked on Popsicle before, right? 

Yes, Kelly answered truthfully.

Good, it's just like that only better for you. 

Kelly puts her purple polished fingernails on Frank's penis.

Wait, lick it and then kiss it. If you bite it you'll pay dearly, he threatens.

Kelly does as she is told. She puts her mouth on his penis and starts sucking. She could feel liquid go down her throat. "Ohhhh! Oh yeah!" Frank moaned. Keep going! She kept going until he suddenly rams it deeper into her mouth. She was trying getting it out. Frank finally take's it out of her mouth. Kelly was coughing and gagging. Frank squeezes the last of the semen out into his hands and tells Kelly to lick it. Kelly does this. 

Kelly glared at him but he just grinned evilly. 

Ok turn around and crawl until I tell you to stop. He reaches for the box of tissues and cleans his hands.

Ok stop! He commanded. He had a great view of Kelly's ass.

Oh dear, what does he want me to do now?

Suddenly she knew what he was planning to do but before she could do anything he was already there. He grabs her by her hair and waist. No! No! Kelly screamed. Kelly's struggles were in vain. Frank inserts his penis into Kelly's anus. Frank starts humping Kelly. Kelly let's a scream and tears start coming out of eyes. 

He slaps her ass a few good times. Oh yeah! He said happily. He pulls Kelly up by her hair and starts groping her breasts, pinching her nipples. You have beautiful lushes' breasts and they're all mine! He wisped into her ear and licks it. He licks and kisses her neck. 

Franks start humping Kelly faster and faster. At that moment Kelly couldn't take it, despite the fact that this was wrong it was starting to feel good to her. She lets out a moan and then another and another. She starts moaning in pain and pleasure. 

Finally, Frank thought. She's moaning, which means she's loving it. I could have always forced her to moan but I don't like fake moaning, I want the real thing!

They were both moaning and groaning. Frank let's go of Kelly breasts and watches them bounce. Oh yes, such firm and juicy tits. He humps her faster making her titties bounce faster.

Kelly has her orgasm. Kelly lay there on her carpet; she was exhausted and coved in sweat. Frank wasn't done yet. He grabs Kelly by the hair and puts her on the bed. He gets on her and puts his penis between Kelly's Breasts.

Press your boobs together, he commanded. Kelly starts squeezes her boobs together. Oh yeah, Frank moaned. He begins titty screwing Kelly. 

YEAH, I know you like that! He keeps going until the semen explodes all over Kelly's face, neck and boobs. Oh yeah! Frank was now satisfied. He gets off of Kelly. That was great! Man, I knew you would be good but not that good! Kelly exceeded Frank's expectations

Why? Kelly asked sadly. Why did you do this me?

Why? Why? Frank laughs. What a question. It's revenge!

"Revenge?!" Kelly was confused. What the heck did I do to you?! 

Come on Kelly, I know you're a blond but not a dumb one.

But I don't know and how do you even know my name? She forgot what happened earlier.

He gets up and reaches into his pants pocket and gets something out. This wasn't random, Kelly. He throws it to her.

She picks it up and her eyes widen in horror, it was the fake 50 dollar bill.

Ring a bell, Kelly? You insulted me, Kelly! I told you I was going to get you back! I wasn't planning on doing this but you waved the middle finger and you knew what that meant! I just satisfied both of our needs. You wanted sex and I wanted revenge. We're both happy!

How did you find me?

I told you this wasn't random! I know everything about you. I know that you have no friends and no family. Your parents died in an accident and you have no siblings or any other relatives. You have no friends because you're a full blown workaholic. It's like you don't even existence in this world. To make up for it you mess with the less fortunate like me. You're a terrible person! It will be shame to leave someone horrible and yet so beautiful unchecked and alone. What to do, what to do? I tell you what Kelly, here's what I'm going to do. "I'm going to tame you of your bad behavior and make you my wife!"

Kelly's eyes widen in horror, she knew what this meant. She was going to be his sex slave and he her master.

"No!" She said in defiance. Come on, Kelly. There's nothing wrong with chocolate and vanilla getting together for a mix. Besides, we wouldn't be married; it will be just a bunch of really good sex. Come on, Kelly, you know you loved it! The way I fondling your tits, the way I was caressing your hips and I know you loved my penis in your anus! You didn't moan till then. Tell me how many times have you been banged?

One, when I was eighteen, she admitted.

See, only one time, you need a good screw! So what do you say? 

No, I'll pay you whatever amount and you ask and don't have to worry about the police, I don't want my name to be plastered like this.

Kelly, Kelly, you think everything is about you. I'll have to fix that. 

No please, just take the money and leave, I'll do better, I promise!

Ok, I believe you, only because you look so desperate. I'll come by tomorrow morning. He suddenly looks at the clock. It was nearly one in the morning. Man time flies when you're having fun. Kelly, I'm afraid that the last bus had already left. Under these circumstances I'll stay here for rest of the night.

"What?!"

"Yeah, and I think it's time for another round of sex!" He approaches her.

Kelly breaks and runs but Frank grabs Kelly's arm and slaps her. Kelly falls on the carpet. She was crying and Frank pulls her up by her hair and throws into the bed. Frank goes and turns the lights off. He returns to Kelly laying there in the bed crying. He gets in the bed with Kelly and pulls the covers over them. He starts moaning and soon she's moaning. Frank has his way with Kelly all night long.

It was Saturday. Kelly awakes. She wondered if she had a dream last night but then she realizes that she is naked and she spots her clothes on the carpet and the clothes of someone else. Frank enters the room wearing nothing but underwear. Kelly raps the cover around herself. 

No need for that, I already had a great view of your goods!

What time is it? Kelly asks. 

Almost ten, why, you got some where to be? Kelly shakes her head.

I have breakfast ready but before that you have to wash. "Let's take a shower!" Frank said in a delightful tone. Kelly groans and reluctantly followed him into bathroom.

In the shower Frank was making out with Kelly. His hands ran down her back to her ass cheeks. Frank was having the time of life. In the shower with this gorgeous 22 year old blond, his hands caressing her body, her breasts against his chest. He stops and tells her to go the wall. Kelly does as she is told. Kelly knew what was about happen and indeed it happen. Frank sodomises Kelly again. Kelly yelped the first time he enters her. He slaps her ass and then grabs her hips. He starts thrusting faster and faster and soon Kelly has her orgasm. 

After the shower Frank got dressed. After he was dress he selected what Kelly was to wear. He looked through and was disappointed that Kelly didn't own a thong but at least she had some lace panties. He watches her put on just a matching blue half cupped bra with blue panties with blue heel shoes.

They finally sit down the eat breakfast. So, you work at a law firm and own this house and drive a red Mercedes, right? Kelly nods. You're doing really well for yourself and at such a young age, he congratulated.

Why are we having a normal conversation like we're married or something?! Kelly snapped. 

Easy girl, it was just complement, unless you do want it to be that way.

"No! You can just have the money and go!"

Alright, alright! But at the rate you're going you'll be along for the rest of your life. Kelly says nothing.

After breakfast, Frank gets up and takes his and Kelly's plate to the kitchen. He tells Kelly just to sit there until he comes back. Kelly obeys.

Frank returns. In his hand was a small piece of pancake that he didn't eat. He approaches Kelly and drops into her cleavage. Oops, I'll get it out. He sticks his hand into Kelly's cleavage and starts feeling around pretending to look for the small piece of pancake. Kelly never felt so humiliated in her life, letting this man fondle her like this. 

Got it! He said. You may exit the table.

As Kelly exits the table he tells her to stop. He approaches her and pulls down her panties. He shoots two fingers up in Kelly's vagina making her gasp and moan. Please, please stop, she begged but she knew it was useless. Frank was going to make the last day count like the shower. She was starting to get aroused again. With his right hand he gropes her left breast. Kelly almost falls but Frank hand catches her hips and he forces her against the wall. He continues to rub her on the inside and then he takes his fingers out and licks them. "You never tasted so good!" He puts his fingers back in and his right hand continues to grope her left boob making Kelly moan louder. He pulls down on her bra and causes her left tit to pop out. He starts sucking on it.  

"Ohhhhh!" Kelly moaned. She knew this was it. 

Kelly screams in pure sexual ecstasy. "Good!" Frank said. You've had another orgasm. I'm done now; pay me my money so I can be on my way, unless you want me to stay. Kelly shakes her and pulls up her panties. Frank follows Kelly to her room. He watches her ass wiggle and slaps it.

Frank names the amount and Kelly writes in down. She was glad that her ordeal was almost over. Ok it's done. Suddenly she feels hands on her breasts and then a kiss to the neck.

I thought you said you would leave if I paid you the money!

I will I just wanted to thank you for the booty. "Thank you!" He dry humps her ten times before leaving.

Once Frank is gone Kelly starts crying. 

She stayed in her house all day and all night crying. When she finally fell asleep she has a nightmare that Frank was violating her again. She decides to stay at home the next day. Later that day Kelly was watching TV, trying to put her horrible ordeal behind her. The phone rings.

Kelly: Hello?

Frank: Hey Kelly, how are you doing?

Kelly: Frank? Why are you calling me?! You said you would leave me alone!

Frank: I will but first I want you do something for me.

Kelly: What?!

Frank: "Have some phone-sex!"

Kelly: You perverted man! How the heck did you get this number?!

Frank: I told you I know everything about you, Kelly. Now do this one last thing for me and I promise I'll leave you alone.

Kelly: You promise?

Frank: Yeah, just do this or I'll come over!

Kelly: No, I'll do it!

Frank: Good girl! Now imagine I'm in your office. I grab you by your hips; put you on the table and you lift up your short skirt and show me the pink thong I bought for you and then you take it off and you let me stoke your vagina! Tell me that that turned you on!

Kelly didn't want to say but she was becoming wet.

Frank: Tell me or I'll come over!

Kelly: Yes, yes it turned me on!

Frank: Good! Now one last thing! I want you take off your clothes and start playing with yourself. 

Kelly: "What?!" 

Frank: Do this or I will come over!

Kelly: Ok, I'll do it.

Frank: Put your phone on speaker so I can hear you moan!

Kelly takes off her clothes and starts squeezing and fondling her tits and then starts touching her vagina. She tries to suppress her feelings of excitement but it's in vain. She was becoming wetter and wetter. She starts moaning and groaning and she has an orgasm.

Frank: "Good work, Kelly, you wouldn't believe how spent I am!" Thank you! And as I agreed I will leave you alone. "Bye, beautiful."

Kelly starts crying. She couldn't believe that Frank still had control over her. Later that day she takes a nap. She was hoping it would take the stress away. While she is sleeping she has another nightmare about Frank violating her. She awakens in a fright and realizes that she's wet. 

An hour later she was watching TV. A sex scene came up and Frank appeared in her mind and she starts to feel sexual urges. She changes the channel and feels better. But as the day goes on she couldn't get Frank out of her head. Every time he appeared she started to feel moist between her legs and her nipples would get hard. She didn't know what was happening to her. She decides to read a book in order to clear her mind and it seemed to work. 

Later on she eats dinner and continues reading. Two hours later she looks for desert but there was nothing in the refrigerator. She checks the freezer and finds some Popsicles. She opens one up and starts sucking on it. As she sucks on it she starts to feel aroused. She comes to her senses and screams. She throws it and the other popsicles in the trash. 

There must be something else to eat, she said. She looks in the freezer but couldn't find anything. She digs deeper and finds another Popsicle. Its okay, she thought. I just have to have some self-control! 

She opens the Popsicle but unlike the others this one was chocolate. Kelly became mesmerized by the Popsicle, it reminded her of Frank's penis and the more she thought of it the stronger her urges became. She tries to control herself and put down the Popsicle but she kept licking and sucking on it. She couldn't hold back any longer.

She runs into her bed room and puts the Popsicle on the dresser. She takes off all of her clothes and she sucks and licks the Popsicle and then inserts it into her vagina for while and then her anus. After that she titty screws herself. She moaned and groaned. "Yes! Yes! Yes! OHHHH! AHHHH! I'm Cumming!" She laid there feeling good. "Oh Frank, don't stop!" She wisped. 




The Homeless Man's New Wife



She comes back to her senses. "What have I done!?" She couldn't believe what she just did.

Kelly goes in bathroom and takes a shower. She had to purify herself. She had to gain control. She puts the soap around her body and she starts rubbing herself but then she starts to get aroused. She started playing with herself until she gets an orgasm. After realizing what she had done again she starts crying. 

After the shower she decides to go to bed early. While she was sleeping she had another dream about Frank violating her but this time she wanted it. She was moaning and groaning in her sleep. She awakens and realizes that she is wet again.

Everything became clear to her. She knew what she needed. She could not fight the urges any longer. She knew she would never be normal again. She accepted it. She wakes up early and got ready for work but not before playing with herself.

At work all she thought about was Frank. She was tempted many times to play with herself but she couldn't. She couldn't let anybody see her like that. 

At lunch time she drives to the café. She wasn't hungry she looking Frank but he wasn't there. She drives a little longer and turns off into a parking lot area. She was far away from the other cars. She uses this time to play with herself.

When it was time for her to go she speeds home but not before buying a box of chocolate popsicles.

After doing herself with a Popsicle she watches TV. The phone rings and Kelly quickly answers it. She hoping it was Frank but it wasn't. It was someone else with a wrong number. 

"That's it!" 

Kelly goes out looking for him. If I can't find him then I'll give up. Kelly goes to café but it was already closed. She was about to give up when she heard yelling. It was three teenage boys and an older man. The boys suddenly attack the man. They beat him and run.

Kelly drives up and sees if the man is alright. Her eyes widen in delight. It was Frank. She gets him into her car and drives him to her house.

Frank awakens. Where am I? He looks up and sees Kelly smiling at him. Kelly? Where am I? 

My place. Those boys jumped you and took your wallet but I managed to get it back but there's no money in. 

"Oh-no!" 

Its ok, Kelly says. You're still here. But let's not speak of it anymore. I want you have something. She gives Frank a pink thong. Frank was suspired and then he sees Kelly bending over and lifting her skirt showing her bare ass. 

I've been a bad girl. "Please tame me of my bad behavior and make me your wife." Frank eyes widened even harder and his mouth was wide open. Please tame me of my bad behavior and make me your wife, she requested again. I'll be your sex slave and you my master. I want you inside of me. I've had sex once but it wasn't that good. This was different. "I want your penis in me! I need it in my vagina, anus, mouth and tits." You're the only one who can penetrate me deep. Please tame me of my bad behavior and make me your wife. The only request that I have is that you get a job and me your one only sex slave.

Sure I can do that, Frank answered. I'll never slap you again. He approaches her kiss her. They take each others clothes off. Frank starts groping Kelly's boobs and starts pinching her already hard nipples. Kelly Moans. She brings his head into her breasts. A second later he grabs Kelly by her hips and she wraps her legs around his waist. "Vanilla and chocolate are going to mix well," Kelly wisped to Frank which made him happier. This 22 year old blond beauty was his. They continued tongue kissing. 

"Suck my nipples," Kelly moaned. 

Frank opens the door and lays Kelly gently in the bed. 

He still couldn't believe that the sexy 22 year old blond was actually summiting her voluptuous body to him. She was his sex slave and he her master. Kelly turns over slaps her own ass. "Take me I'm yours!" 

Frank climes into bed with her and pulls the covers over them. They both start moaning and groaning.

And so Kelly begins her new life as the homeless man's new wife.... 

THE END



The Homeless Woman



She was standing at the corner of third and market. It was a foggy January morning in San Francisco. I was in town for a professional conference. Lowering the driver's side window of my rental gave me a better view of her. She held a "homeless, will work for food" sign. She was staring into the morning traffic and seemed oblivious of the falling rain. You could change that sign to "hopeless" from "homeless," I mused. 

She was in her late twenties or early thirties I guessed. Although, she looked much older from the wear and tear of the outdoors. Then traffic moved and I lost sight of her.

On my way to my hotel room that evening I saw her again. It had rained recently and her thick blonde hair was plastered on her head. Recovered trash served as clothing, hiding the rest of her body. She held the same sign. On instinct I swerved into a parking garage drawing a honk from the driver behind. 

I approached her on the street. She was staring straight ahead of her. I said,

"Hi!"

She looked my way. Her dirt streaked face broke into a half-smile. Suddenly she looked younger. Forgotten beauty peeped from under the dirt. Her eyes warmed for a second. Then they were cold again. 

"Hi," she replied.

"You looking for work, huh?"

"Yeah. You got some?" she said, pressing her lips together.

"Not really. But am alone in town tonight. Could use your company."

Her eyes turned ice cold. I could tell she thought I was propositioning paid sex. Am sure she got some of those propositions.

"Am not into that kinda thing...," she said looking away. Her nose turned red.

."..yet." And she looked at me and smiled a sad smile. Whatever run of bad luck she had gone through - still she hadn't lost her sense of humor, I thought. 

"Nah. Wasn't suggesting that...you have a dirty mind...I want to talk."

She looked into my eyes. 

"Come on, I'll buy you dinner. We'll order in...I have a suite...decent hotel too."

"And why would you do this again?"

"Like I said...could use the company tonight."

She stood in the middle of the living area of the suite. She breathed in the room, her eyes closed. Then gesturing with both hands, she asked,

"So...what now?"

"Now we get you all cleaned up," I said.

"And how do you do that?" she asked. Her voice was playful. Almost. 

"Watch," I said.

I walked up to her and held her hands. Torn mitts covered her hands. I pulled the mitts off. Her knuckles had rug burn scars. There was dirt under her nails. Her hands were cold in spite of the mitts.

"Nervous?" I asked.

She nodded silently.

"Don't be," I said.

She was wearing a jacket picked up from a downtown trash can. Smelled really bad. I unzipped her jacket. Taking it off her I let it drop to the carpet. Underneath, a long-sleeved dark blue shirt in surprisingly good condition. Her chest heaved under. Ample breasts I noted with pleasure. I unbuttoned her shirt. Baby white skin peeked from under some serious smut. Hairy armpits. Her ears had turned red with humiliation and embarrassment.

"Just kill me, why don't you...undressing me like this!" 

I was undressing her under glaring lights too. 

"Try not to think that way...forget hostilities...consider me your friend...just let yourself go completely...let me take care of you please...I want to," I murmured soothingly as my hands continued working on her.

I had to get on my knees to pull her jeans off. As I did, my face was directly in front of her crotch. The stench of pee and pussy hit my nose. I tore her underwear off. A hairy pussy. Smelly too. I wrapped the bath robe around her naked body. The room was cozily heated. Yet she shivered with angst. The warm clean robe seemed to calm her. The shivering subsided.

I walked her to the bathroom. It was equipped with a Jacuzzi. I powered it on. I checked the water temperature and gestured her in. She dropped the robe and climbed in. Warm jets of water hit her skin washing off some dirt and grime. 

She lay back and closed her eyes. I shampooed her hair, rubbing her scalp and temples. Then I scrubbed her skin gently. I cleaned her fingernails. Using a razor I shaved her legs and armpits. She spread her legs for me as I shaved her pussy. 

I patted her dry with a luxurious towel. I used a hair drier to part her pussy lips and dry her wetness there. Also her armpits and in-between her ass cheeks. Then I put it to its rightful use of blow drying her hair. 

On the way to the hotel I had stopped and bought some stuff. One of the items was a red evening dress. I had her put that on. The contours of her body protruded through the dress material. No underwear. Her breasts were full and her body agile. 

She sat with her legs crossed on the couch. I mixed a drink from the in-room bar - my favorite for cold evenings - rum and cola. Giving her a glass, I said,

"This should warm up your insides."

She tossed her head to say "Whatever." The drink went down in one long gulp. 

"Good girl!"

"What next? You get me drunk...we fuck...is that the routine?"

"Give up your cynicism...told you...your company IS all I need."

Another toss of that head. Her shoulder length hair fell over her face. She ran her fingers through her hair. The hand movement shifted her tits. I caught a glimpse of milky white under the red dress. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them again. The dress hiked up. Her clean shaven legs glistened in the light from the lamps in the room.

There was a knock at the door. Room service. I had ordered some food. She ate vigorously. The plates were emptied fast. 

"More?" I asked.

"No, thanks. That was good though." She smiled slightly.

"Sleepy?"

"Yup."

"The bed's yours. I'll sleep on the couch."

"That seems so unfair. I want you to sleep on the bed...with me."

"Fine. I can do that. Gotta warn you though...I sleep naked."

A big smile from her. 

"That figures," she said.

"Why?"

"Don't know...just does."

I didn't argue that.

We lay in bed in the darkened room. Two strangers locked in their own worlds. 

"Would you open the window blinds...maybe we can watch the city lights," she said.

I opened the blinds.

"What's your name?" I asked getting back into bed.

"Thought you'd never ask...Cynthia."

"Cindy?"

"Sure."

"Jack."

"Nice meeting you Jack."

"And, you Cindy."

"You don't talk much, do you?" And she giggled.

"Guess not."

I slept - the name Cindy bouncing in my head.

When I woke up I was lying on my back. I had a raging hard on pushing into the comforter on top of me. She was licking my nipple. Her tongue deftly flicking and engorging my little things. My cock was reacting to her erotic touch. She sensed my wakefulness. She put a finger on my lips.

"Don't say anything...just let me take care of you," she whispered.

"You stole my line."

"Yeah, I know," she giggled. Then her tongue found my cock and the pleasure waves exploded in my head.

Her tongue unleashed hidden, never before explored, pleasure points as she explored my crotch area.

"Let yourself go...be loud, if you need to," she said in-between slurps. I had to. Losing my usual inhibitions, I groaned aloud with pleasure. Never before had I groaned aloud during sex. A first for sure. It felt good. She matched me with a moan. That sounded sexy. Small animal cries of pleasure. She was pleasure moaning from sucking my cock - sexy thought. My cock wanted to explode. She stopped sucking just when it would have.

"I need you inside me," she said, "Do you mind?"

What a question. No, Cindy, of course I don't mind.

She held my cock as she went on top of me. Facing away from me, she guided my cock into her pussy hole. Then she moved. And, did this babe move! She fucked me like she had not fucked for years. First kneeling, then squatting on my cock, she moaned my name and rocked my cock. 

"Oh, Jack...oh, Jack...Oh-Oh-OH-JACK!"

Then she would go, "Uh-HUH, HUH, UHHHH."

I lay there watching her naked ass and back. Her head thrown back. Her pussy quivering and slobbering over my cock. Her ass slapping into me. 

I had no control over her. She was in her own world. I could only watch. She looked back once, breathless. To see if I was all right. 

"Go for it, hon," I said. That was all the encouragement she needed to continue fucking my cock like the last cock on earth. 

Finally she got off me giggling. 

"Gosh, I needed that!" she said. 

"Yeah, you were ready to feed, darlin'!"

"I was. That felt soo good. You are so good, Jack...wish I had a guy like you instead of that bastard!"

"Well..." I wanted to know her past. But she stopped me in mid-sentence by putting a finger on my lips.

"Not tonight...no talk...just fuck-fuck, ok?" And she giggled again. 

"Tell me... what's your pleasure, Jack? What do you like?"

"Hmmm...I'd sure to like to fuck your ass," I said.

"Oh." She pressed her lips together. Then she smiled.

"Vaseline, please?" She was giggling again. "You know it hurts."

"I can do that."

"Do you want me on my back or doggie?"

"On your back...I want to see your face as I fuck your ass."

"Jack! You bastard...I knew it!" She was giggling away.

"What did you know?" I asked.

"Just you."

I was greasing her asshole.

"What do you mean?"

"Can't explain...just you...you are cute."

"Cute?"

"Don't talk so much...I want you in my ass."

"You do?"

"Yes."

I didn't waste time. Pushing back her legs, raising her ass, I sank my cock into her tight bum hole. Her eyes closed, she grimaced with pain. I pressed harder and my cock slipped off. The Vaseline had made her hole entrance slippery. She opened her eyes. I reached down and using a hand positioned my cock. I probably didn't get it right as she said,

"Wait."

Reaching down with a hand she guided my cock. I felt her rim on my cock's head. I couldn't hold back my excitement. I pushed down. My cock sheared into her tight hole. I was determined not to pop out this time. I kept pushing till I was all in. Then I held myself still. 

Her eyes were closed. Her face contorted in pain. Head thrown back. 

"Oh, Jack. Move. Fuck me."

I moved. I wanted to fuck her. Man, did I ever want to fuck Cindy's ass. But, all the excitement till that point had taken its toll on my cock. I managed a few strokes and then I felt my cock explode in her tight ass. Couldn't stop myself. The sensation of her tight hole covering my cock was too much for me. She lay there as my cock deposited my semen inside her ass - hands squeezing her tits, face reflecting the pain - just looking extraordinarily sexy. 

Then I rolled off her exhausted. I get so sleepy after doing it. I slept.

I woke up. Sunlight was streaming in through the window hitting my eyes. I looked over. The bed was empty except for me. I called out her name. Silence. 

The red dress was on the dresser with a note on top. Two words written on hotel stationary said - "Thank you." 

I spent most of the day driving through downtown San Francisco searching for her. Eyes desperately seeking a homeless woman walking the streets. When I boarded the plane home that night my heart was heavy. I said goodbye to the City by the Bay and one very special denizen.