4 comments/ 13853 views/ 6 favorites A Stranger May Surprise You By: scotjock1 London, England, United Kingdom Louise Warren had just turned 18, and sadly in the part of London she lived in her prospects weren't up to much. She lived her life day in and day out, without much to look forward to. She lived on a notorious estate in North-West London called the Alexandra Road Estate. It was notorious for crime, deprivation and extreme poverty. The area is also blighted by gangs, and crime. Sadly Louise had joined the girl gangs, and was known as a 'Sket' on the streets of London. She been around the block as she was known to fight with other girls, do drugs and commit crime. Her mother Halley didn't care what Louise did in her life, she was no longer her problem now that she was considered a legal adult by the government. Halley had her own gripes, and issues since she only cared about smoking the rock, she was a heavy drug user of Crack Cocaine. Louise left school at sixteen, with almost no qualifications. It wasn't really her fault, her mother never tried to put her on the right path out of the life they had on the council estate. She spent all of her welfare money, meant for Louise and to live by, on her drugs and the squalor of the home she kept was evidence of that. Louise also known as 'Loui' or 'Lulu' by her girlfriends, and members of her gang on the estate had picked too many fights, and had complained too much about the squalid life her mother had given her. Halley had thrown her out, and had kept her passport and welfare paperwork, to make sure the money Halley was eligible from the government was paid into her account, for her to spend on her drugs. Louise had also made too many enemies on the estate, and her gang had fallen apart. Most of her friends were either in prison for some crime they had committed, or their families had moved them out of the area, and some had even turned on her to join another gang led by Lisa Yates, another hard girl who had made a name for herself just as Louise had years earlier. Louise chose to travel on the buses, since she still had her oyster paid for by the government yearly, to allow her free-travel around the Capital. It meant she could sleep on the buses, and go back and forth between her friends and family for loans of money, or a bed for the night. Today she was on a local bus passing through Camden, to West London to a place called Hammersmith. She had only gotten onto the bus, so she could sleep for an hour or more until the bus reached its final stop. She had been sleeping in a dirty, unwashed grey hooded top and a pair of skinny jeans that hadn't been washed in more than a week, and sneakers. Sadly her underwear, and bra hadn't been washed in the same amount of time either and a simple pair of black silk panties and matching bra were all she was wearing. These were the same clothes Halley, had thrown her out in almost two weeks ago. She still had her MP3 player, and whenever she was able to charge it at bus depots or public places she would simply listen to her music on the bus, and sleep. She hadn't eaten in more than twenty four hours now, her friend Susie had put her up two nights ago and her mother had cooked her a nice meal, but she had overstayed her welcome and had gone. Louise was pretty, in a rough sort of way. She had long brown hair, unwashed or combed in a few days now and piercing blue eyes. She was also naturally very pale, from her English-Irish heritage. To most she was pretty, but to some she was nothing to boast about. Louise was sleeping, on the bus she was on heading towards Hammersmith and it was almost 3:50pm in the afternoon. She awoke suddenly, and looked up with her hood over her head, to see three young men staring back at her. They were either her own age, or slightly older but the way they were dressed told her they thought they were 'badmen' or tough. They looked at her, smiling with their hooded jumpers, loose G-STAR jeans and signature baseball caps. "Well, look what you go an' find on buses. You find fine tings' and that." The fucking idiot was acting Jamaican, trying to speak in Patois but he was obviously not from there since his accent was torn between the fake Patois he put on, and the London street accent he was either trying to hide or only use every so often. The other two boys were just as threatening, one was black as well and the other pale white like she was with a pathetic stubble on his jaw that he tried to style into a mustache but he looked gay, or simply stupid since it wasn't thick enough to look authentic. They were all leaning on the seat in front of her, staring down at her as the one who had spoken in his fake Patois, forced his way onto the seat next to her until she was pressed into the corner of the window and her seat. "Please, I don't want no trouble." They recognized her accent, and jumped on it. "You're not from here parts are ya' sket. You sound like you're from ways North ar' here." The same stupid fake Patois accent he was putting on irritated her, but she wasn't about to voice that opinion. "Yeah, so what? I'm from Camden, that's all." She should not have said a thing, there was a stupid and sadly deadly war going on in London based on the areas people hailed from or lived in. It was called the Postcode War, and it was usually fought by teenagers or kids carrying knives and sometimes even guns who would murder or at least badly injure people for simply being from other areas of London. Most teenagers or kids, usually lied about where they were from or remember postcodes or areas they could claim they were from, when traveling through that area of the city. It was mainly fought in school yards, or on the streets. But by 2014, over the last few years London had seen many murders or vicious attacks attributed to the Postcode War, some involving knives and in other instances guns were used. Louise wasn't unaffected by it, she too had attacked other girls and boys who had traveled into Camden and questioned them of where they came from. In one vicious instance, she and her gang kicked two girls badly to the ground and caused horrendous injuries for simply being from Fulham in West London. Now it seemed Karma had come around to knock on her door, as she was now in the same situation as she had put those girls in. Even now, thrown out of her home with no one to turn to or even care for her she regretted her choices in life, and the pain she had caused other girls. "Camden, you're a long way from your yard ain't ya' girlie." The three boys shared laughs, and smiles as they stared down at Louise. There were people on the bus, but no one was stepping into help her, save her. Karma was paying her a visit, and she was alone. "Maybe we invoke one of them taxes, or tolls for coming into our postcode. You seem to have some way in paying us in spades, don't ya' girl?" The boy speaking in his fake Patois accent was staring at Louise's chest, and the small yet firm breasts hidden inside her hooded top and her shapely, yet thin legs inside her skinny jeans. His toll he had in mind, was for her to pay in flesh for coming into West London. The leader, the fake Jamaican boy's hand began to move towards the zipper of her hooded top and he looked intent on unzipping her hooded top to see her breasts. "No!" But the other two boys leaned over and held her in place, pinning her to her seat by her shoulders as the leader began to pull down the zipper of her hooded top. There were CCTV cameras on all London Public transport, especially on buses. The driver would be seeing this happening right now, yet he was not lifting a finger to call over the speakers for the boys to stop what they were doing. "Shut it girlie, you're from Camden. You're in our yard now." His sweaty, smelly palm covered her mouth to stop her speaking or even screaming. His thin, scrawny fingers pulled down the zipper showing the black vest she wore under her hooded top. One of his cohorts, forced open her legs by the knees pushing out her pelvis towards them all tightly covered in denim. No one cared, she saw them all. The quiet office workers sitting nearby, their faces buried in their newspapers or the office girls staring out of the window, pretending not to notice anything. This was it, the punishment for what she had done to everyone in her life. The women she bullied, the girls she had beaten up, the boys even who were not connected to the gang life. It made her cry however, that her punishment was to be raped and sexually assaulted by the same men of that same life as her own. "Let her go." Her eyes soon found the voice, it was coming from behind the boys pinning her to the seat and the man was standing at the top of the stairs, as Louise was sat on the second floor of the bus she was sat. The leader who still had his fingers held onto her zipper turned slowly to face the 'have a go hero' and then she saw him. He looked older, maybe in his thirties with a balding head but a stout, muscular build and body. He didn't have any grey hair yet, either in his beard or what little hair he had on his head. Of all things, he was wearing a suit minus the tie. A black blazer, white shirt and smart pressed trousers. He looked like he was an office worker or something. But he had a thick beard on his jaw, that gave him a grizzled appearance and dark, brown eyes. He wasn't flinching, even when the leader of the boys looked back at him with a menacing stare. "What, you think a fucking stare is going to make me back down son? That may work on other people, but it just fucking annoys me, lad." The man wasn't shaking, or scared but standing his ground with a laptop bag in one hand, and a bag over his shoulders. The leader released her zipper, and thankfully now since it was almost unzipped halfway down her chest. "You think your tough boi' but ya' not. I am a yard man, ya' get me." The man laughed, staring down at the boys. "Don't make me fucking laugh, you stupid cunt!" The leader was visibly shaking in anger, staring at the man who had intervened in his fun. He stood from the seat, and turned on the man. "Come on then, you flash cunt. You think you're tough, let's see it then." The man put down his laptop bag but kept the bag on his back, and stared down the aisle of the bus at the leader of the gang. The leader was without words, and said nothing back as the man braced himself for a fight. But the leader of the boys, was slouching. He wasn't a fighting man, he was all mouth until someone bigger stared him down. "Come and have a fucking go then, you silly prick! Big on the mouth, but not with your fists!" The leader was shocked, shaking as he faltered and stepped back in fear. "Get off this fucking bus, before I put your heads through every fucking window it has!" The boys turned and fled, leaving their leader who wasn't far behind them running past the man and down the staircase to the bottom floor of the bus. Louise quickly zipped her hooded top up, and was breathing hard staring at the man. He collected his laptop bag, and began to walk towards where she was sitting. "You alright, love?" He asked her, looking like a protective bear or something looking down at her with his set-jaw covered in the thick beard he had. She quickly nodded, shaking. He sat down across the aisle from her, and put his laptop bag down on the empty seat next to him, as he sat on aisle seat to speak to her. "You sure you don't want to call down the old bill, and press charges?" He was referring to calling the Police, as it was a name they were referred to in Britain. "No, I'm fine really." Then he changed, he smiled. "You haven't had a wash in a while have you, nor have those clothes?" She fought to drown out the smell of sweat, with the aerosol she bought from a £1 shop, but it was no use. A few days in the same clothes, does have a strong scent that is hard to cover up. Louise bowed her head in shame, and embarrassment as she covered her face with her hands. He hadn't said it in a demeaning tone, as if he had changed from her hero to a nasty bastard. It was an observation, nothing more. "Listen, I'm not calling you out. I just noticed." He said it in a whisper, and leaned in closer over the aisle. "You need a wash, and you need to put those clothes through the wash also." She was embarrassed. "I don't know why I am telling you this, but my mother threw me out and these were the only clothes I had on me when she did. I haven't had a bloody wash in days, and yeah I haven't washed these clothes either." The man seemed understanding, trying to not draw attention to her intentionally as he kept a low tone. "I live local, now unless you have plans to go somewhere you can get off where I get off. Come back to mine, and have a shower and put your clothes through my washing machine. My sister is staying with me, but she'll be at work but I am sure you can borrow some of her clothes for the moment until yours are washed. It'll only take an hour or two to wash your clothes." What was she even thinking of doing? Going with a total stranger? What if he was a rapist, what if he planned to do the same thing those boys had planned to do to her? But then again, what did she have to lose really? Three strangers would have assaulted her only just moments ago, had he not stopped them. She could quickly have a shower, keep an eye on the man, keep her distance and once her clothes were washed she could leave. "Alright, but I want to keep some distance. You let me shower, and stuff but you keep your distance too. You know, these trust issues." The man nodded. "Fare enough, come on this is my stop." The man stood up and grabbed his laptop bag, and went first as he went down the stairs to the ground floor of the bus and pressed the stop button, for the driver to stop at the next coming stop for him. The bus came to a stop, and they got off the bus together. The man led the way, along the busy main road as the bus took off and Louise followed him as he turned a corner down a side street. She saw a small, communal estate. Nothing as crime-ridden as her own council estate she lived on, this was nicer, smaller and cared for better. The man took from his pocket an electronic fob, and swiped it over a pad so the bar gate opened into the courtyard of the small estate. "I'm Jim, by the way." The man said over his shoulder, as Louise followed him into the courtyard. "I'm Louise." The man nodded, and walked towards one of two blocks of buildings. They only reached five floors, and had a second door to go through by keypad combination. He put in the number, and pushed open the door. "I live at number seven." She followed him in silence, and soon enough they were inside his apartment. As she stepped in, he allowed her to close the door behind her. It was nicely decorated, homely even. She could see some feminine things, women's clothing and letters on a nearby table addressed to a woman named Amy Adams. Jim's sister, she assumed. "My sister won't be finishing work until about 8pm." He told her, as he put down his laptop bag in the lounge where a big flat-screen television was on a TV stand. He took off his blazer, and turned to her. "Right, I'll turn on and set the shower for you. You can put your clothes outside the bathroom door, and I'll put them into the washing machine for you. I promise to keep my distance, I'll leave the clean clothes I can find for you that my sister won't notice is gone outside the bathroom door for you. I won't see anything, and you'll be safe." She nodded, she had to admit he spoke with authority and how to act around a person skeptical of their own personal safety. "Good." He said nothing more, as he went to the bathroom and she heard in the distance the shower being turned on, and knew he was setting the temperature for her. He soon returned. "The shower is set, now take your time. Put the clothes outside the bathroom door when you're ready, and I'll put them in the washing machine." Louise nodded. "Thank you." He just nodded in return, and she went towards the sound of the shower running and soon found the bathroom. She went inside and closed the door behind her, locking it by a bar-lock drilled onto the door frame. Feeling a bit safer, she relaxed her body and looked at the shower cubicle that was misted, from the powerful shower running inside. First she put her MP3 player, and earphones off to the side of the nearby windowsill, away from the steam or water. The small purse she carried with her that held her Oyster travel card and a few loose copper coins she put with the MP3 player. Louise pulled down the zipper of the hooded top, revealing the dirty, black vest she wore underneath. She found herself grateful, that the boys hadn't smelled her clothes or her body and insulted her about it. That would have been too much for her, the final nail in the coffin for her self-esteem. She put the hooded top that smelled slightly foul into a pile near the locked door. Then she lifted her vest off and over her head, adding it to the hooded top. Louise had small, but firm breasts. Roughly a B-cup in size, and so she did get noticed by men for that quality to her body. She undid the clasp of her plain, black silk bra and added it to the pile of growing clothes as her firm breasts bounced. She still had an attractive, curvy body even with her thin, athletic legs and thighs. There was a large, circular mirror on the wall of the bathroom and she saw her firm breasts in the reflection. She had gotten something from her mother that she never wasted or lost on hard-drugs as her mother had. She never took Cocaine, or any hard drugs like her mother had. She did smoke Marijuana, but what teenager her age didn't take Weed. Puling herself away from thinking about her mother, and the life she had lived she found the buttons of her skinny jeans and undid them, pushing them down over her hips and down her legs to the floor over her sneakers. She stepped out of them, and did the same to her black panties, and kicked them over to the pile near the door. She then as naked as the day God made her, undid the laces of her sneakers and took them off with her socks. She was naked, and staring at herself in the mirror. How did she end up at the age of eighteen with no future prospects? No real education to her name, and a few criminal convictions to her record that would see her never get a good job. She was lucky she was able to get a remedial job such as a cleaner, or working the shelves at the local supermarket. She picked up her pile of dirty clothes, and opened the door gingerly before putting them outside for Jim to collect as he told her to do. She sighed, and turned to the shower cubicle made of glass, and opened the door as to step inside. Even staying with her friends, she felt too ashamed to ask them to let her borrow clothes, wash her clothes, or use their shower or bath. None of her friend's parents or families, knew she had been thrown out by her mother. Stepping inside the shower, she closed the door behind her letting the powerful burst of the shower drench her body in warm water. She found herself washing dirt from her body, even sweat stains from her pale skin and used some of the shower gel nearby, to lather her body in soap and foam. She even found herself smiling, letting the hot shower wash her body until she looked down and saw her pale skin clearly, and no longer marked by sweat stains. She found her vagina was needing shaving, she usually kept it maintained or smooth but almost two weeks without the facilities to shave herself, she had a small bush around her womanhood. She took some shower-gel and used it to lather up her long dark hair, and washed it of any dirt or grime that had built up over the past few days. A Stranger May Surprise You Her hair came away clean, even shining in the light of the bathroom. She took a small dollop of shower-gel and used it to wash her vagina hair, and clean her hair there of any dirty or unhygienic things. As she washed, Jim had come to the closed bathroom door and collected her pile of dirty laundry. He had to admit, they did smell bad but anything would after almost two weeks of not washing them. He went into the kitchen, where the washing machine and drier he had were and threw them into the washing machine with some powder, and turned it on for a thorough rinsing as they needed it. He had changed out of his own smart clothes, and into a pair of baggy jeans and a simple black t-shirt he wore around the house. Unbeknownst to Louise, Jim was actually a security guard and a bouncer who worked nights during the week as a security guard for a number of premises in London. On weekends he worked the 'doors' as people called them, all over the city at clubs and pubs needing security staff. It was one of the reasons he was a tough-enough guy, he had dealt with worse people than the boys who had attacked her on the bus, far worse people with much darker criminal connections. He had just finished a long shift last night, almost fourteen hours from midnight to 2pm today, and by the time he had gone to pay some bills, he found himself on the bus towards his home. With Louise's dirty clothes washing away, he went into his sister's bedroom and knew she kept a pile of clothes she almost never wore, but if her regular clothes were unclean she could always turn to them. The problem was that his sister Amy was slightly smaller than Louise was, she was quite a skinny, athletic girl and so a lot of her clothes were either tight-fitting or just regular fitting. Either way, Jim went through the pile of clean, back-up clothes and came out with a tight-fitting pair of denim shorts, and belt. Knowing perhaps Louise would fear he was a pervert, he also grabbed one of a few pairs of tights his sister had bought, still in the packaging brand-new. They were simple black, opaque tights and he thought she wouldn't feel so naked with them on under the shorts. He pulled out a loose fitting black top, and a blue Adidas hooded top, of a sports design. He wondered, could he seriously give Louise underwear his sister wore - it wasn't exactly hygienic or really a nice thing to be wearing. Then he remembered, just like tights his sister bought packs of underwear she hadn't even broken out of their packaging yet. He found a sealed back of four basic, black panties from the clothing store Primark. They were nothing special, not silk but simple cotton. But they were clean, and brand-new so that was all Louise would care about. Sadly she would have to forgo a bra, until her own one was thoroughly cleaned and dry. He took the pile of clean clothes, and as he still heard the shower running placed them in front of the bathroom door. Knowing she would come out when she was ready, he decided she was probably hungry. He went into the kitchen, and took out from the fridge some Pork sausages, a pack of bacon rashers and a container of eggs. He just hoped she wasn't a vegetarian, as he turned on the stove, and put the frying pan on top with a drop of oil in it. He began cooking, and frying the food as he waited for Louise to come out of the shower. Meanwhile in the shower, Louise stepped out and turned the shower off behind her. She found a large, blue towel draped on the towel rack, and used it to dry herself. She rubbed her vagina, and the bush around it thoroughly to dry it as she looked at herself in the mirror, again admiring the beauty that was hidden under sweat stains and dirt for the last few days. She opened the bathroom door slowly, and saw the pile of clothes left for her by Jim. At first seeing the tight-fitting denim shorts and the belt, made her suspicious but seeing the pack of clean tights alleviated her fears. Jim was at least giving her some modesty, if these were the only clothes he could find for her. She brought the clothes inside with her, and began to dress really appreciating the extent Jim was going for her upon finding the clean, new pack of tights and underwear. She dressed, and soon enough she was dressed. Being careful not to soak the soles of her tights on the wet floor, she tiptoed outside of the bathroom grabbing her purse and MP3 player. The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, she smelled cooking food. The smell of cooking Pork and fried eggs, made her stomach growl. She wasn't a vegetarian, she ate anything even before her mother threw her out. She walked along the carpeted corridor to the door for the kitchen, and saw Jim cooking at the stove. "Relax, no need to hang around waiting for me to tell you that you can have some. I'm cooking it for you anyway, you need to eat something." Louise found herself smiling, as she pushed a strand of hair from her face until her hair was down her back, out of the way. "I hope you're not a vegetarian." Louise grinned. "I'll eat just about anything, especially now." Jim nodded, and as the sausages were thoroughly cooked he began to transfer the food onto a plate for her, and he was even multitasking as toast popped out of the toaster indicating it was ready. He grabbed the toasted bread, and slathered butter on the four slices, before slicing them in half in a pile on a smaller plate. Grabbing the food, he took it into the lounge for Louise putting it on the Coffee table for her to eat. He wasn't finished then, grabbing a can of Cola from the fridge he put it on the table next to the cutlery already placed out for her. "Go on then, dig in." Louise wasted no time, diving onto the couch in front of the plate of food and began to eat in a rush, as if she had never seen food prior to today. Either way Jim didn't care, and began to roll a Spliff of Weed for himself, across from her in a lounge chair. She spotted him and was surprised, she thought he was all about following the law, and not a breaker of the law. Yet here he was, her hero rolling a Spliff of weed in front of her. "You're a player, a geezer?" She asked him, biting into a swollen sausage. "Do I have to be one to enjoy some Hash?" Even the way he spoke, he sounded of either the old-school of London or of an old-London upbringing. Louise laughed, eating away. "No, I guess you don't." He had finished rolling the Spliff, and had lit it with a lighter as he began to take a long draw on it, and blow out the smoke gradually. "You didn't even flinch, when those boys came up on me. Not even when they turned on you." Jim just smiled, and grabbing a nearby remote turned on the HI-FI Stereo in the corner of the room, and let some Smooth FM play on the radio. "Those boys, I've dealt with them on a daily basis. They're not tough, they're not gangsters. I've dealt with real gangsters, and they aren't all show or go on talking about gatting' someone. They just do it, without telling the whole bleeding world they're going to do it." Louise finished the three sausages he had cooked for her, and was now eating the eggs and bacon. "What is your job? I mean what do you do?" Jim smiled. "I'm a bouncer and a security guard, I was watching over a building last night. A long shift." Louise smiled, she could not believe he was a bouncer or a security guard. She initially thought he was just a good-Samaritan whose day job was in an office or something. "So you've dealt with people like them, as a bouncer?" Jim smiled again, as if he knew the punch-line to a joke she was waiting to be told. "Alright, I'll give you a laugh. A real joke. What job do you think, that I did before I became a bouncer and security guard?" Louise studied his face, as he puffed away on his Spliff of Weed. She couldn't place him, he seemed tough but the way he was dressed had initially made her think he was an office-drone. "I don't know, a builder somewhere?" Jim burst out laughing, almost dropping his Spliff. "I was a Police officer, here in London for almost four years. I left the service about a year ago, I got my security license and began to work as a bouncer and a security guard." Louise was the one laughing now, barely able to keep a straight face. "You're fucking serious! Really? A Copper! A Fed?" Jim just nodded, drawing on his Spliff. "Wow, and you're smoking Ganja and you were a copper. I never thought I'd see an ex-cop being so laid back." Eventually Louise had finished eating, with an empty plate she sat back and saw that Jim was handing her the half-smoked Spliff for her to have a puff on it as well. She took it into her hand and took a long draw on it. It had been weeks since she last smoked some good Weed, and that was when her gang were still in charge on her estate. "So, do you want to tell me why you're sleeping on buses, without a penny to your name, and no clean clothes to call your own?" Louise let out the cloud of smoke from her mouth, slowly and gradually as she had practiced over the years smoking it with her friends. "My mother threw me out, with nothing except the clothes I was wearing and my MP3 player. Not much else to say really, she threw me out on the street." Jim nodded slowly, surveying her as he watched her face. The Weed was taking hold, and effect on her as she spread her legs open on the couch not caring if Jim was watching. Her saving grace, were the tights she was wearing. "So what about your benefits? You're eighteen right?" The effect of the Cannabis was swarming her senses, and she just nodded. "Well you're entitled to Welfare money, fortnightly now that you're eighteen. Where is that going?" Louise turned, and with glazed eyes she looked at Jim and spoke. "My mom made me put it into her bank account, on the fortnightly basis that I was paid it. She told me that I either gave her it, or I was out on the street. So I did." Jim sighed, and rubbed his face with his hands. "And what does she spend it on?" Louise needed another puff, and drew down hard on the Spliff before blowing the smoke gradually from her mouth again. "She's on the rock, she's been on it for years since I was born. She uses her own dole money, and mine to pay for it." As Jim had expected, Louise's mother was a junkie and a heavy-user at that. She wasn't content with Weed, she wanted to go for Crack Cocaine itself. "Well Louise, do you want to fix this problem you have or do you want to keep sleeping on buses?" Louise woke up from the wonderful world, the Hash was pulling her into when she heard what Jim had said. "And how the fuck, do I get myself out of this mess that I'm in?" Jim leaned forward, his hands pressed together and staring at her. "Your mother is getting money that she is not entitled to. That money is yours by right, now if you were living at home in a better environment and she was taking that money in rent fare enough, but you're not. Now you're going to find a way into your home, get your paperwork, your passport, your national insurance card, and any and all paperwork of yours you can get your hands on. You need all of that, to change the bank account your money is put into. You need all of that to find a job, and to get yourself out of the shit mess you're in right now." Louise laughed, and without meaning to spread her nylon-clad legs wider because of how high she was at that moment. Jim could see her firm, young eighteen year-old thighs spread open but he was trying to help her, and it was distracting him. "How do I get into my house, she's locked me out. I have no keys." Jim just laughed, and stood up. "Is that what is stopping you from getting your things, a wooden door? Your mother has your belongings, the law states it's not a crime to go in and get your things. Now we can do it with the Police and their assistance, or we can just kick that fucking door in while she's high on the rock and take your things." Louise sat up and looked at Jim, the man was serious she could see that. "You're really serious?" Jim nodded. "I'm not working tonight, so I have the whole day off tomorrow. But you know as well as I do, you can't live with the clothes you have now. You need your clothes, and everything else that is yours today. When is she usually high-as-a-kite, to the point that she's barely conscious?" Louise sat up, and put the finished Spliff in the empty plate she had eaten from. "Usually after 6pm, she gets her fix from her dealer around then. From then on she's out with the fairies, can't get a straight sentence out of her from then on." Jim nodded. "We'll go at six then, in my car and I'll break the door down. I'll explain if the cozzars' turn up, that we were breaking in to get your things. You gather your things together, your paperwork and everything you need." Louise couldn't believe what she was agreeing to, she was actually going to be in control of her own money for once. Her mother was not going to be smoking her welfare money any more. It was all so fast, but she was aware enough to know she had to do this for her own good. 6:35pm, Alexandra Road Council Estate, North-West London As Jim had promised her, at almost 6pm they had jumped into his small Nissan car and drove to Camden, and to the Alexandra Road estate. He parked up the car near the block of flats she lived in, and they sat together in the darkness of the front seat of his car. "You sure, you're ready to do this?" He asked her, and she simply nodded. "Let's go then." They locked up the car, and as dusk set in they made their way to the front door of the block of flats. A few youngsters, and boys were standing near the open front door to the building trying to antagonize people going in and out. Jim didn't flinch, as he took Louise's hand and walked her inside as some of the boys complimented her on her body in the clothes she wore. They went up two flights of stairs, to the floor her mother's flat was on. They walked along the balcony to the front door of the premises, and he looked at her. "So you're sure she's sleeping off the rock, about now?" "Yes, she's in dream-fucking land by now." Jim nodded, and stepped back from the red plastic door, and knew where to hit with his body weight to break the door down. He braced his shoulder, and charged at the door with his full weight putting it into the door, and barged at it. The door shook, and bent at the top and bottom of the door frame, buckling under the weight. Another charge was needed, he stepped back and barged at the door again and this time took the door off its hinges sending pieces of the lock across the floor of the hallway inside. They both listened, but no one came out to scream at them meaning Halley was still dozing off the drugs she had taken. Louise went into the lounge, and there laid out on the couch almost comatose was her mother, and on the dirty floor at her feet was a pipe, and foil she had used to smoke the drugs. Louise cringed, and looked away not recognizing the mother who once before taking the drugs had put her before anything else in her life. "Where does your mother keep your paperwork, passport and stuff?" Jim asked her, and Louise began to recollect. Her mother had a draw in the kitchen, where she kept all paperwork, letters and such inside including her passport and paperwork from the government welfare offices. "Kitchen, in one of the drawers." Jim nodded, and spoke. "Go into your room, pack everything you want to take with you. Clothes, belongings. It doesn't matter how many bags you pack, I have more than enough space in the car for it. Just pack your stuff, Louise. I'll get your paperwork and stuff." Louise agreed, and they went separate ways. In the kitchen Jim went searching through the draws of the kitchen counter-tops, and after the second draw found one filled to the corners with piled paperwork and such. A quick rummage through, he found Louise's passport that said she had a year left before it went out of date and she would need a new one issued to her. He knew how to contact the welfare office, for Louise to have the bank account her money was put into changed to one of her own choosing. He searched through the draw, grabbing every piece of paperwork labelled from the welfare office, and eventually found her national insurance card, and even her birth certificate at the bottom of drawer. Finding nothing else worth taking, as the rest was addressed to Halley he gave up, shoving the things he took into a folder he brought with him. He went into Louise's room, and surprised himself to find her on her hands and knees with her ass in the air in his sister's denim shorts, and tights as she rummaged under her bed for clothes that she was throwing into a luggage bag. Jim had to admit she was beautiful, even sexy but he was a good man in his mind and turned away even though he really wanted to keep looking at her behind. Soon enough she was on her feet, having found everything under her bed she wanted and had thrown it into a bag. She then began to empty her cupboard and closet of clothes, and threw it into her bag. "Grab everything you want to bring with you, you don't know when you'll get another chance to come back. We have what we need for you to sort your life out, now whatever you don't want to leave with her grab it." Louise nodded, without looking back at Jim. About ten minutes passed, and two luggage bags were filled with her things. She told him she had everything she really wanted, including almost all of clothes. He told her to take the folder he had put her things inside, and he would carry the two luggage bags. He put one over his shoulder, and carried the other one as they left the home with Halley still sleeping off her drugs on the couch. They left without waking her, and with the bags in the car they drove back to Jim's house. It was then as they arrived, and entered the flat Louise finally met Jim's sister Amy. "Where the fuck have you been? I've been trying to call you for the last hour!" Amy was a redhead, with pale skin like Louise but like her brother had his eyes. She was quite beautiful, even attractive Louise had to give her credit there. If she wasn't Jim's sister, they would make a good couple together. Amy wasn't happy, he told Louise to go into the lounge with her bags so he could talk to his sister. She agreed, and left the siblings to argue. They argued, and spoke for about forty minutes as Louise watched television waiting for them to finish. Eventually they came into the lounge, Amy had calmed down after her brother had spoken to her. It turned out, after Jim had told Amy why he had helped Louise she had calmed down, understanding he was helping a girl in need. Jim came to an agreement with Louise, she could stay in their apartment and for a few days she could sleep in Jim's bed, until her money was sorted and with it they could purchase a fold-down bed for her to use perhaps in the front room. For the rest of the evening, the three of them settled down to a meal and Amy spoke to Louise and eventually she came around to the idea, of helping the girl. Eventually by almost 10pm, Amy had gone to bed and left Jim and Louise alone in the lounge watching some comedy show together. Louise had taken off the Adidas hooded top, and was sitting in just the black top, the shorts, tights and she had taken off her sneakers. She was relaxed, sat on the couch with Jim in the lounge chair again, with her legs up on the couch she was sitting on them. "Well I think I better get some sleep, if we're going to sort out the welfare stuff tomorrow. I need a good sleep." Louise said giggling, as she stood from the couch. A Stranger May Surprise You "I'll see you in the morning, we'll go over what you have to say to the Welfare office and we'll get things sorted by the afternoon." Louise smiled, thankful for everything Jim had done for her looking over at the thick folder of paperwork, her passport and birth certificate on the television stand. "Thank you, for everything Jim. I can't really tell you how much I appreciate what you've done for me in just one day." Jim smiled, and Louise left the lounge and made her way to Jim's bedroom where her bags and things were. A minute passed, and Jim decided he needed a piss he had been holding in all night. He got off the lounge chair, and made his way to the bathroom which was next door to his bedroom. As he was about to pass his bedroom door to go into the bathroom, he saw that the door was slightly ajar and the light inside was on. He didn't know why he did it, but he leaned in and peered through the slight gap between the door and door frame, and saw Louise standing next to his bed still fully dressed. She was oblivious to him watching her, and seemed happy. She began with her denim shorts, well more like the shorts borrowed to her by Amy. She undid the belt around the loops of the shorts, and undid the buckle. With it undone, she felt she was able to breathe better without the tight shorts belted tight around her hips. She began to undo the buttons of the shorts, until they were all undone and Jim saw the black tights she wore under the shorts. Jim was breathing hard, as his hard cock grew harder in his bottoms. Slowly his thick cock grew longer, and harder until as she pushed down her shorts he was fully erect watching this newly-turned 18 year-old girl undressing in front of him. He slowly squeezed his cock through the bottoms, as she took off the black top she wore next showing of course, that she was wearing no bra since Amy had none that would fit her breast size. Her bare, naked breasts bounced and Jim was aroused staring at her young breasts through the crack in the door. Slowly stroking his hard cock in his bottoms, to this little peepshow he watched Louise roll down the tights next, showing her shapely, firm bottom and the black panties worn. He was stroking harder, his panting increased as he felt a lust for this girl he had done so much for. He felt anger for himself, how could he do this after helping her out of the situation she was in? But regardless, his cock overthrew what he felt in his mind for this girl. The tights came off, and Louise was stumped. She should have put a top on, or a t-shirt to wear to bed in case Jim came into the bedroom in the morning and saw her in just her panties with her breasts on show. She was about to pick up the top she wore today, when she thought that Jim would knock first on the door to wake her, instead of coming in without letting her know he was there. She walked over to the door, and Jim was scared she would see him through the crack of the door but she didn't. She turned off the main light of the bedroom, and in the darkness she got into his bed and pulled the blankets over her to keep her warm as she lay there in just a pair of panties. Jim gritted his teeth, as he furiously stroked his cock until eventually he came inside his own bottoms, with so much semen it was soaking through the material and left a wet patch. Jim began to feel guilty for masturbating to this young girl he had helped, and withdrew to the lounge where he was going to sleep on the couch. He felt shame, and guilt through the night until he fell asleep at about midnight, to dreams of Louise and him fucking her over and over again. ***** All feedback, and comments are welcome and appreciated. Please leave feedback.