PROLOGUE����
����� The minute he opened the door and let the two men in he knew he was in trouble.� It was going to be a rip off.� The two men looked like a black version of Laurel and Hardy; one tall and slender with sad eyes, the other short and chubby with a pencil thin mustache.� He mentally identified them like that; short and tall. He closed the door behind the men and told them to have a seat that he would be right back.� He was scared, not so much for himself but for his daughter.� He walked down the hall as the two men seated themselves on the chairs facing the couch and the hall that was behind and to the right of the front room.� Short to the right by the wall and window, Tall in the chair on the left near the center of the room. They were nervous; their eyes shifted around the room as Short set a metal briefcase on the low coffee table in front of the couch and turned it so the latches faced the couch.� They looked at each other and smiled as they both reached inside their jackets and made sure that their guns could be easily drawn while sitting down and waited for the man to return.� He walked to the last door in the hall and quietly opened it and softly told the girl to quickly stuff as much of her clothes as she could into her backpack and be ready to run at the first sign of trouble.� The girl looked quizzically at her father and began to do as she was told.� "What ever happens baby, Remember that I love you with all my heart." He whispered as he silently closed the door.� The man turned around and opened the door opposite his daughter's room and picked up a small gym bag. He reached over and picked up the Glock automatic that was lying on the top of the dresser and stuffed it into his waistband at the small of his back.� He took a deep breath and returned to the front room with a phony smile on his face.
����� The man sidled into the space between the coffee table and the couch being very careful not to allow either man to see the gun at the small of his back and sat down.� He looked at the men, smiled and set the gym bag on the table and pulled open the zipper and started pulling out bag after bag of white powder and set them on the table.� As he set the last bag down, he spoke.� "There you go, 10 kilos of the purest crank in 500 miles.� Tall leaned over and took a bag at random from the pile and opened it and stuck his little finger into the powder coating it to the first knuckle and popped the finger into his mouth.� The man sucked on his finger a second and turned to his partner and grinned and nodded. He turned back to the table and began stuffing the powder filled bags back into the gym bag.�
����� Sweat began to bead on the mans' forehead as he scooted over a bit on the couch and flipped the latches on the briefcase and opened it revealing stack after stack of twenties, fifties, and one hundred dollar bills. Short, sitting on the chair spoke for the first time.� "It's all there dude, fifty thousand."� The man on the couch nodded and reached to close the briefcase as Tall stuffed the last bag of powder into the gym bag and zipped it up.� As Tall picked the bag up in his left hand, the man on the couch saw Short tense up and start to raise his right hand towards his left armpit. Now! The man's awareness screamed at him it's going down now!� All three men were going for their guns but the man on the couch was a split second faster.� He smoothly pulled out the Glock and snapped off two rounds at Short in the chair, the first hitting him in the chest and punching him back into the seat. The second round took Short just below the left eye; the copper jacketed round mushroomed and exited the back of Shorts' head carrying with it Short's brains, splattering them on the wall behind the chair.� He threw himself to the left and tried to track Tall but before he could bring the gun to bare, Tall pulled the trigger of the revolver he had pulled from his shoulder holster and hit the man in the chest, knocking the man on the couch backwards.� Reflex caused the man on the couch to pull the trigger of the Glock again and his round slammed Tall back three feet to crumple to the floor.� The lucky round had taken him squarely between the eyes and he was dead before he hit the floor.�� Blood foamed out of the mouth of the man on the couch and he pressed his hand to the hole in his chest in agony.� He knew from experience that he was just minutes from death.
����� When the shots rang out, the girl froze her eyes wide in terror like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming car.� She stood for a few seconds waiting, praying, and begging God to let her daddy call out to her but total silence was her answer.� Biting her lip in fear, she opened the door and peeked down the hall. Nothing. She silently stepped from the room and slipped down the hall fearful of what she would find.� As she got to the point where she could see into the front room, she screamed as her eyes took in the blood-spattered chair and the gore on the wall behind it. She screamed and saw the other body sprawled on the floor.� As her mind was trying to process the violent deaths before her, she heard a liquid bubbly cough and turned to see her father sprawled on his back on the couch, his entire chest covered in blood. "Daddy! Oh God �Daddy!" She screamed and started towards him.� The man groaned and gasped out, "No babe, stay back." Blood bubbled from his mouth as he spoke and his breath gurgled as he gasped for air.� "Baby, I'm dying fast�*cough�gasp* grab the briefcase and your stuff and run."� The man coughed up a gout of blood that ran down his neck.� "Go baby, get that special letter I've told you about from behind *gasp* the dresser drawer and get out� *gasp* get away as fast and as far as you can."� "Daddy! Don't die, you can't die."� The man's body began to shake. "I�love�" was all he could get out as his last breath rattled from his dead body and he slumped back limp. His vacant unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling above him. "Noooo! " the girl wailed.�
����� She stood there staring at her father's lifeless body for several minutes before she finally moved.� She picked up the briefcase and turned back into the hall and went to her room and pulled the bottom drawer of her dresser completely out. Reaching behind the back of the drawer, she peeled off the taped envelope and grabbed her backpack. She returned to the front room and carefully stepped over the splashes of blood and opened the door. As she looked back into the room she sobbed and whispered, "I love you daddy."� The girl went around the house and ducked into the woods and began to run.� She knew where she needed to go to get out of the area. The Truckstop was her obvious destination.� She fell twice as she crossed a plowed field coating her in dust. She didn't stop running until she could see the Truckstop.� She slowed to a walk as sweat began to trickle down her face in the hot afternoon sun. When she reached the Truckstop she moved into the shade of the building, dropped the briefcase and backpack and slumped back against the wall.� She had to get away and fast.� She looked up as a car rounded the building and pulled up to the pumps and stopped.� She watched as a man got out of the car and headed inside.� Maybe she thought, just maybe she could catch a ride away from here.
����� I want to make it perfectly clear right now, in the beginning, that I am not a "lucky" guy. Neither am I good looking or "well hung". I'm just an ordinary guy who's made more wrong choices in my life than right ones; and I've spent most of my life bailing my butt out of bad situations that my wrong choices have gotten me in. However, every once in a great while, things do go my way�
����� I buried my mother last week; had a fist fight with my son whom I hadn't seen in over 30 years at the funeral; had my daughter curse my name and vow I would never again see my grandchild and, found out that the old bitch didn't leave me much, less than 50K and an apartment full of furniture that I didn't need and wanted even less. Lucky me, right? I ended up giving it all away to mom's friends and the kids�told them all to fight amongst themselves for the shit. I had the title to the car changed to my name and took half the cash from mom's bank in traveler's checks and wired the rest to my bank account at home and hit the road. I decided to make a last trip west before I was beyond the age where I could enjoy it.
����� It was late afternoon and I was over 700 miles from my starting point. I was ready to find a room and call it a day. I took the next exit and pulled into a truckstop and headed around the building to the gas pumps to fill up. Shutting off the engine, I sat flexing the muscles of my neck and shoulders as I listened to the metallic ticking of the cooling engine. When I finally got out, I stiffly walked inside and prepaid for gas and bought a soda while looking the place over. Typical truckstop; restaurant, gameroom, trucker's area with showers, phones, data ports, and a lounge with a piano bar and a small store with over priced road supplies for people who had no choice but to buy them. There were a few people in the restaurant, a couple of truckers at the phones, and a tired looking prostitute in the gameroom.
����� I went back out and started the pump going and attacked the insect buildup on the windows with a squeegee. As I finished the windows and returned the nozzle to the pump, I noticed a young girl hanging back in the shadow of the building trying to look inconspicuous. She appeared to be in her teens and looked like she had been on the road a while; her clothes were a bit dirty and her hair was hanging in tangles and even at a distance I could see sweat streaks running through the dust on her face. There was something about the girl and the way she was watching me while continually scanning the frontage road and entrance as if she were expecting someone to appear at any moment. I decided not to leave just yet and fiddled around checking the oil and stuff while I watched the girl building up the nerve to approach me. After a couple minutes I could stall no longer and started to get into the car. As I settled into the seat, the girl appeared at my window. "Mister, could I possibly catch a ride out of here with you?" she asked. I looked closer at her and dropped my estimate of her age to no more than 14. It was obvious now that the girl was a runaway and from the way her eyes were darting around scanning everything that moved, she was local and expecting to be picked up at any moment and returned to where ever.� The longer I thought about it the more nervous the girl became.� The girl's eyes grew wide as sirens could be heard howling like banshees in the distance.� "Please mister, I need to get out of here fast.� I...I'll do anything you ask just get me out of here."�� I looked at her another 10 seconds or so then said, "Get in kid."� The girl ran around the car, yanked open the door and pitched in a metal briefcase and a stuffed back pack then hopped into the seat and scrunched down with a whispered "let's go."� I put the car into gear and headed to the exit.
����� I turned onto the on ramp for the interstate as a State Trooper and 2 County Sheriff Patrol cars screamed by.�� I merged into the light traffic and set the cruise control to 73 and turned my attention to the girl.� "You can sit up now, we're on the road and headed west."�� She looked at me, sat up, buckled her seatbelt and wrapped her arms around herself and began to shake like a dry leaf in a gusty wind. She stared straight ahead through the windshield with unseeing eyes as tears silently began to track their way down her cheeks through the fine layer of dust.� I divided my gaze between her and the traffic, remaining silent as I watched her fight with her internal demons.� Finally, she let out a shuddering sob; her hands fell limply into her lap and her head dropped down as if staring at her hands. Nearly silent gasping sobs wracked her body as tears began to splatter on her hands and legs.� "You want to talk about it?" I softly asked.� She shook her head so I turned my attention back to the road and let her deal with her demons.� We rode in silence for about an hour and a half.�
����� The caffeine fix from the soft drink was wearing off quickly and I felt myself on the downward spiral of exhaustion.� I had slept less than 6 hours in the past four days and was at the end of my energy reserves.� I had to get off the road and sleep soon or risk becoming a mortality statistic from falling asleep at the wheel.� I glanced over at the girl and saw that she had stopped crying.� "My name's Paul."� I said.� "Kid, I've been awake for almost 30 hours and I've been driving for 14 of them. I've got to stop and get some sleep."� There was no response. I shrugged and started to watch the roadside signs and spotted one for a Motel 5 miles ahead.� I smiled at the thought of a hot shower and sleep.� I hit the exit ramp and turned toward the giant garish neon sign that advertised the motel and the flashing red vacancy sign below it.� The girl sat unmoving as I pulled up to the office and stopped. I looked at her again before getting out and heading inside.� I registered the room and made sure it had double beds, asked if the attached restaurant had carryout, got the key and got back in the car and pulled to the backside of the motel and parked in front of the room.� "Let's go." I said as I opened my door and got out.� As I popped the trunk to retrieve my suitcase and shaving kit, the passenger door opened and the girl got out.� She reached back in and grabbed the backpack with one hand and the metal briefcase with the other and shut the door and stood by the car and waited.� I shut the trunk, hit the electronic door lock then walked to the room door opening it with the key.� I walked into the room and flipped on the light and looked around at the small room furnished with utilitarian furnishings. I pitched my things on the bed, turned the AC on and sighed.� "You can use the bathroom first.� I'm going to the restaurant to get us something to eat."� The girl just nodded so I turned and went out the door, closing it behind me.
Chapter 2
����� I walked around to the restaurant at the front of the motel and went inside.� My nose wrinkling at the smell of old grease that had been reheated to many times to too high a temperature.� The place was empty with the exception of a bored, bleached blonde waitress whose best years were far behind her.� I sat at the counter and grabbed the menu from between the sugar and the catsup and tried to figure out what I could order that the cook couldn't screw up.� Burgers and fries looked to be the best bet and as the waitress sauntered over and set down a glass of water, I ordered two of each to go.� She scribbled something on her pad then tore it off, put it in the order caddy and spun it to face the kitchen while she screeched out, "Order to go."� I turned and looked out the window rather than look at her or the cook, not wanting to ruin my appetite.� My mind drifted back to the girl.� Why was she in such a hurry to get out of there? What was her name?� I but, I promised myself, I would find out, and soon.�� As I thought about her, I watched the waitress' reflection in the glass, she leaned on the cash register and looked bored enough to fall asleep standing up. DING DING DING! "Carry out order up!" hollered the cook.� I turned back and saw him set a brown paper back in the service window that was already showing signs of grease stains soaking through it.� The waitress grabbed the bag and plopped it on the counter in front of me and asked if there would be anything else.� I said no, paid her and went out the door.�
����� Breathing a sigh of relief to get back into the fresh air.� I started back for the room then turned around and headed to the soda machine to grab a couple of drinks then walked back to the room.� I opened the door and immediately noticed that the girl was not there but from the sounds of splashing water behind the closed door she was in the shower. I dropped the bag on the table and picked up the TV remote and turned the set on turning the volume down as I did.� I noticed that the girl's clothes were lying in a heap by the bed and picked up the bra that was on top. 34B read the tag. I was impressed; nice sized titties for such a young girl.� I put her bra back with her clothes and began to remove the food from the bag and set it on the table.� I opened one of the sodas and turned to look at the TV as the door to the bathroom opened and the girl stepped out wrapped in a towel.� She was startled to see me back. Her eyes got big and she unconsciously began to check to see that she was covered fully by the towel.� I stood with my mouth hanging open; she was truly beautiful.� Her eyes got wide and her hand went to her face in shock as I noticed that her attention was directed at the TV. I turned to look and there on the screen was a picture of her with the heading of missing girl and Angelena Morgan age 14 underneath.� I quickly turned up the sound in time to here the full story of a drug deal gone bad leaving three dead 10 kilos of methamphetamine seized, the girl missing and none of the expected drug money to be found.� The newscaster speculated whether there had been another accomplice and the girl had been kidnapped or whether the girl had taken the money and run away.
����� Tears began to flood her eyes, Angelena sobbed and collapsed on the floor shuddering and moaning, "Oh Daddy daddy, why did you have to get yourself killed."� I rushed over to her and picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed and sat down cuddling her to me like an infant as I rocked her and stroked her hair.� I didn't even notice that the towel had come loose and had puddled into my lap beneath her.� I rocked and rocked for what seemed like hours as she slowly stopped her crying.� One last shuddering sob and she stopped.� Angelena looked up at me with eyes red and puffy from crying and saw only concern for her reflected back in mine. She put her head on my shoulder and sighed.� In as soft a voice as I could muster I said, "When you are ready, we can talk about this." And again cuddled her to me and rocked her some more in silence.� After about five minutes Angelena suddenly tensed up, muttered, "Oh my God!" and jumped from my lap.� She dashed across the room oblivious to her nudity and grabbed the metal briefcase and brought it over to the bed and laid it down and looked at it.� With shaking hands, she snapped the two latches.� "I�I can't open it. You do it." She said to me with pleading eyes.� I nodded to her and reached over and flipped the top open revealing the bundles of cash.� She gasped and I let out a low whistle.� The whistle seemed to make some kind of connection in her head; "Shit, I'm naked." She gasped as she grabbed the towel from my lap and blushing from the top of her head to her eraser sized nipples, she turned around and quickly wrapped the towel back around herself. She turned back blushing a bright pink that got deeper as she looked at me and realized how long she must have been naked and the intimate contact we had shared as I had cuddled her on my lap.� Acting much more nonchalant than I felt, I stood up and said, "hey dinner is getting cold. Let's eat."� I walked past her to the table and pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, turning my attention to the burgers and fries.� After several seconds, she joined me at the table and sat down, a grateful look in her eyes as we ate in silence.
����� "Angel." "What?" I replied as I looked at her.�� "My name. Everyone just calls me Angel." She said in a soft quavering voice.� I nodded and replied. " I'm Paul. Nice to meet you Angel, I just wish it was under happier circumstances."� I finished my burger and threw the greasy wrapper and fry bag in the trash and got up from the table. Angel silently watched me as I crossed the room to the bed, opened my bag and got out shorts and a polo shirt and grabbed my shaving kit.� "I'm getting a shower before I fall asleep standing up.� Be out in a bit Angel."� I walked into the bathroom and closed the door hearing a soft "Okay" from the girl in reply.� As I showered, I wondered what I could do to help the girl. How deeply involved was she in the drug deal? I wondered about the money, too. Whose was it now? Hers? The police's? It suddenly struck me that I could be in big trouble as well. The police might think I was involved or was a kidnapper.� I was so tired I decided to let it all go until morning.� I shaved in the shower then dried off and slipped on the shorts and shirt and opened the door and headed back into the room.� Angel had moved my bag to the bag stand by the dresser, closed the briefcase and set it beside it and had folded down the covers on the bed. She was under the covers on the other side of the bed apparently intending to share the bed with me.� Her back was to me bare shoulder exposed, blanket pulled up under her arm.� I set my shaving kit on my bag and walked to the door and found that she had already thrown the deadbolt. I turned around and looked at her and realized that she was sound asleep.� I pulled off my shirt and went to the far side of the bed and slid in under the covers trying not to waken her as I got comfortable.� I reached up, turned out the light and closed my eyes.� I fell asleep without another thought.� Angel awakened me sometime later as she squirmed around in the throws of a nightmare. She was thrashing around on the bed crying out for her daddy, moaning no no no over and over.� I rolled on my side and gathered her to me in the darkness cuddling her in my arms and trying to gently awaken her so I could reassure her that everything was all right.� That was when I discovered that she was sleeping nude.� I pulled her into my arms as she awoke sobbing. "Oh daddy I've had a horrible dream. Hold me daddy, kiss me and show me how much you love me like you always do."� With that statement, she raised her face to mine in the darkness and began to passionately kiss me.� Lips working against mine, tongue jammed into the back of my mouth dancing across the surface of mine.� Her hardened nipples driving like spikes of pleasure into my chest as she swung her leg over my hip and ground her mons against my cock.� "Angel, Angel wake up honey."� I said with a trembling voice as I started to shake her shoulder. "Oh. Eh what?" she muttered as she blearily woke up. "Angel, you've been having a nightmare sweetie. Wake up, its Paul."� I felt her body start as she suddenly came awake.� Angel sobbed then collapsed back against me moaning out, "Oh God it's not a nightmare it's true."� She fell apart and I held her in my arms my heart aching for the mentally tortured young girl.� As her sobbing tapered off I fell back asleep and so did she.
����� A wonderfully soft mouth was wrapped around my cock sucking my pre-cum from its tip as a snake-like tongue swirled around the head.� I smiled in my dream as I looked down at an indistinct head that rose and fell on my rampant manhood.� My hands were lifted and placed on the back of that head and I felt my fingers tighten and direct the movement that was bringing so much pleasure to me. I rocketed towards orgasm, the mouth on my cock urging me to spend my load in its depths.� I felt my scrotum tighten and then that feeling of inevitable unstoppable orgasm arrived.� I bolted upright in the bed suddenly wide-awake as I desperately pulled on the head of hair in my lap as I tried to drag the face from my loins. "Angel, Stop arrrugh."� I began to shoot blast after blast of thick salty semen into Angels mouth.� As the exquisite feelings of orgasm washed over me I suddenly lost all will to resist and instead of trying to push her face from me, I pulled it tighter forcing my spewing cock deep into the back of Angels mouth. "Oh shit yes suck it baby suck every last drop of my cum and swallow it. Un Un Un" I grunted in time with each jet of semen.� My balls finally empty, I slumped back on the bed and let my hands slip from around Angel's head flopping on the bed beside me.� Angel continued to nurse my cock as it shrank within her mouth and finally let it slip from between sperm covered lips and looked up at me and smiled.� "Good morning Paul." She said then kissed the tip of my cock and licked the last pearl of semen from its shrunken tip.� She crawled up my body and laid on top of me, crossing her hands on my chest and resting her chin on their backs.� She looked deeply into my eyes and said,� "Paul, I wanted to thank you for all you've done for me.� Knowing how much my, my father (her eyes began to tear up at the thought of her father) enjoyed my waking him that way, I decided to do that for you too."
����� I lifted my hands to her back and began to stroke them up to her shoulders and down to her buttocks slowly, gently caressing her silk smooth skin.� I struggled with my conscious and finally spoke, "Angel that was a wonderful gift but do you realize that you just orally raped me?"� I have never done anything like that with anyone under the age of eighteen in my life, Never once had the desire to have sex with an underage girl and now, you've gone and lit a fire within me."� I slid my hands up her body again and hooking my thumbs in her armpits I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her. Her lips parted and our tongues collided as we fought a war of love within the confines of our mouths.� I finally pulled free and said. "Angel precious, before things go any further, I, we need to talk.� Talk about what happened, what you will do, how it affects me and what plans we need to make for our safety.� I rolled her to the side of me and she slipped from my body to lay next to me as I looked down at her.
����� Angel suddenly jumped up from the bed and went to her back pack and rummaged around inside then pulled out a thick legal sized envelope and brought it back to the bed.� Angel sat crossed-legged on the bed facing me, clutching the envelope.� She took a deep breath, and spoke.� "Paul, I need you to let me talk without interruption.� By the time I finish, I think you will have the answers to your questions." She looked at me pleading silently with her eyes.� I nodded and waited for her to continue.� Angel took a minute to gather her thoughts then began.
"I never knew my
mother.� Daddy always told me that she
chose not be a part of our lives and would say no more about it.� Daddy was every-thing to me, parent, teacher, friend, and yes, eventually lover too.� Dad�� sold drugs for as long as I can remember.� He was always up front about� it to me and was continually telling me that one day it would get him killed.
He was always reminding me of what to do when it did to
the point that my actions became automatic when yesterdays deal went bad.� Paul, I loved
my father with all my heart but, I realized when I saw him lying there� dying
that I had to be strong.� Daddy home schooled me all my life. I never attended A real school except once each June to take the tests that
proved I
had learned the stuff I was supposed to learn that year.� That meant that Daddy and I were always together 24/7.� I learned to make�
methamphetamine by watching him just as I learned to cook, clean, and play guitar.� Last
year, on my thirteenth birthday Daddy taught me about sex.� We became lovers and I have no regrets about it. He was wonderful
to me,
so patient, loving and gentle. He taught me everything he knew about sexual pleasure.� Each
time we made love he taught me more.� As I grew up and became more mature, Daddy kept telling me about the "special letter"
that he kept taped to the back of my bottom dresser drawer.� And told me that I was not to open it until after he was dead."
��� Angel held out the envelope to me with a shaking hand and whispered, "I don't want open it Paul, do it for me? Please?"� I reached out and took it from her and she rose from the bed saying, "Be right back." and headed to the bathroom.�� The envelope was thick and yellow with age, residue from being taped several times to something left sticky tracks across its surface.� I carefully opened it and pulled out several sheets of paper covered in a pinched scrawl and a smaller envelope that had the name Amanda Morgan and a San Diego address on it. That envelope was sealed with tape and had the name Robert Morgan scrawled across both the flap and the tape proving that it had never been opened after it was sealed.� I set it down on the bed beside me and began to skim over the pages and quickly realized that they were a love letter to Angel from her father. As I got to the last page, I read his final instructions to her to go to his sister Amanda's in San Diego and give her the smaller letter, and that she would take care of her.� There was a phone number and an email address at the bottom of the last page.� I set the pages down to think as Angel came out of the bathroom wiping her reddened eyes.� She had been crying and hadn't wanted me to see.� As she started to set on the bed I pulled her to me and cuddled her in my arms and said, "Angel, the letter is very personal and although I looked at it, I didn't really read it.� I am going to go get us some breakfast.� When I get back we can continue this okay?"� Angel twisted around and kissed me on the cheek and nodded.� I got out of bed and threw on my clothes and headed out the door. As I looked inside just before the door closed, I saw Angel pick up the letter.
����� When I returned to the room with enough food to feed us, Angel was still sitting on the bed.� The sheets of the letter were scattered on the floor in front of her where she had dropped each page as she finished it.� The last page was clutched in her hand and once again, tears flowed silently yet freely down her cheeks unnoticed.� I quietly set the food on the table then stepped around the bed and took her hand and softly said,� "Come Angel, let's eat." And pulled her to the table and guided her to a chair.� I made short work of my share of the food as I purposefully keep my eyes from her waiting for her to speak.� Eventually Angel finished most of what was there and stood, gathered the debris and deposited it in the trash then turned to me.� "Paul, I need to get to a public library.� Could you check and see if there is one near by?" She looked at me expectantly waiting for me to respond.� I was startled by her question at first but then I remembered the email address and the light went on over my head.� "Sure honey, I take it you want to send an email to your Aunt Amanda right? But don't you think it would be a lot easier if you just called her?"� I asked in response and waited for the logic of it to sink in.� Angel wasn't slow and had thought it out and told me that since she had never met her Aunt, she felt it would be better for first contact to be by email, in case her emotions got the better of her and she started crying.� I nodded sagely and said, "Well then, let's get dressed and we'll find you a library."� I picked up the phone by the bed and turned away from Angel and missed the look of relief that swept across her face.�� The front desk clerk gave me directions to the nearest library in the next town and asked if we would be staying another night. I turned to Angel who was just pulling on a pair of red lace bikini panties and asked her if we would stay here another night with my hand over the mouthpiece of the handset.� Angel looked at me and shook her head.� I told the clerk no and asked what time check out was. I found out we had about 45 minutes before we had to be out of the room and hung up the phone.� I turned back to Angel and said, "Check out time is in 45 minutes.� Think we can be out of here that quick?"� Angel looked at me for a second then a sultry smile spread over her face.� She hooked her thumbs into the panties she had just pulled up and began to push them back down as she replied breathily, "That depends on how quick you can fill me up with that cock of yours." She stepped out of the panties and walked to me and rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in my pants as she whispered, "I want this in me right now, no fooling around just put it in and fuck me hard."� She pulled down my shorts and knelt in front of me and sucked my rapidly hardening penis into her sweet mouth and began to cover it with saliva. I started to pump my hips at her face and she pulled back, stood up and turned her back to me and knelt on the bed, dropping her elbows and spreading her knees wide.�� I stepped up behind her and slid my fingers along her labia; she was soaked with her own secretions.� Grabbing my cock I slid it up and down her vaginal lips then seated it in her cunt.� I reached out to take her hips in my hands as she looked over her shoulder at me and groaned, "Fuck me Paul. Fuck me hard and fast. Slam that prick in deep and hard."� I shot my hips forward as I pulled hers back to me seating myself fully into her swampy depths and began to pound her cunt mercilessly.�� Angel shrieked as the head of my cock bounced off her cervix and dropped her head to the bed and slammed her hips back at me.� Grunting with each vicious thrust, Angel began to chant, "Fuck, Fuck Fuck." Over and over with each thrust.� Within a few short violent minutes we were both climbing towards our own orgasms.� "Oh shit. Fuck Yesss I'm gonna cum" Angel gasped.� Then seconds later a scream erupted from her muffled by the bedspread. I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on me hard and I went over the edge. I rammed into her one last time so hard I over balanced and fell on top of her driving my cock even deeper into her as I came in powerful surges deep within her clasping cunt. My eyes screwed tightly shut as my hips jerked in time with each new pulse of semen burst from me.� It was over in about a minute and we both were gasping for air as I rolled off of her.� Angel raised up and turned around and clamped her mouth on my rapidly deflating penis sucking the last dregs of cum from me as her tongue gathered up our mixed juices.� I raised my head and looked at the clock. We still had 35 minutes to get out of the room.
Chapter 3
����� Our bags back in the trunk, we got into the car and drove around to the front of the building.� I jumped out and ran the room key into the office and dropped it on the front desk and headed back out.� Once we were on the road and headed for the library, I asked Angel what her plans were.� She looked out the window for a minute before turning to me and saying, "Paul, I really don't have any plans as yet. I need to contact my aunt and find out if she will take me in.� I can only hope that she will. If not, well, I guess I'll head to the coast and try to find someplace to stay.� If I live frugally, I should be able to make the money last until I am old enough to get a real job and support myself. I just don't know at this point."� She turned back to look out the window again and started crying silently. Her shoulders hunched together as she withdrew into her pain again.� I could only drive on towards the library lost in my own thoughts about her, her situation and how much I had suddenly realized I had come to care for this poor child who had had her entire world ripped from her in a senseless act of violence.�
����� We entered the town and shortly pulled up at the library.� Angel got out and said she would only be a few minutes but I decided to go in with her thinking I might be able to help her contact her aunt.�� By the time I was inside, Angel was already on a computer and tapping away at the keyboard.� I went to another computer and got online and started checking my various email accounts, bank balance, and message boards before turning back to look at Angel.� The tip of her pink tongue held between her teeth and the look of concentration on her face left me no doubt that she was in the middle of her email to her aunt.� I shut down the computer I was on and stepped to her side, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Need any help?" then kissed her ear softly and allowed my tongue to slide along its shell pink edge.� Angel leaned her head over offering me her ear and moaned softly saying, "Mmm that feels so sexy but you better stop before someone sees what you are doing.� I'm almost done, we can get out of here in a minute."� I stood back up and looked around the library and spotted the racks of newspapers.� I picked up the latest copy of the paper for the town nearest the truckstop where I had picked up Angel and began to scan the pages.� I found the follow up story on page 3.� A quick glance through it told me that we needed to get out of the state as fast as possible.� Angel had been spotted getting into a car at the truckstop.� The report continued with a very accurate description of the car (mine) and a rough description of the driver.� It wasn't very accurate but it was close enough to make me realize that anyone spotting us together could easily make the identification. I got real nervous real fast as I looked around to see if anyone was paying particularly close attention to either Angel or myself.� No one was thankfully although the librarian looked at me and smiled as I glanced at her.� I wandered back to Angel and whispered to her to hurry, that we needed to get out of there fast.� Angel didn't answer but nodded in acknowledgement as I turned towards the door and as casually as I could, left the building and returned to the car.� I had it running and had pulled to the door when Angel came out and got in.� I pulled away and headed back towards the interstate and away from the risks of being in town.� I didn't relax until we were again headed west.�
����� Angel knew I wanted to know what she had written to her aunt and began to tell me about her email.� The condensed version of it was that she had told her aunt virtually everything including about being with "A wonderful older gentleman who had taken pity on her and was helping her to get away."� When she had finished she looked at me expectantly waiting for some comment.� I kept my eyes on the road as I related the news story to her in as casual a manner as I could not wanting to alarm her. I failed miserably.� Angel went into a mild fit of hysteria demanding that I let her out of the car right then that she would make her own way west and try to throw any pursuers of the track if she was caught by telling them I had turned north towards Canada.� I let her talk on until she eventually ran out of steam and quieted down.� I looked at her and smiled and asked if she was finished.� She blushed slightly and apologized and said she would shut up.� I chuckled and reached out and took her small hand in mine and gave it a squeeze then told her to relax that I had everything under control.
����� "First, we are going to continue west for a day then stop at a library so you can see if you have received an answer to your email.� We need to know what your aunt is willing to do for you, if anything before we make any further plans. Okay?"� Angel nodded as I continued.� "Let's just take it one day at a time sweetie.� We can make real plans when we have enough information to make intelligent choices.� Now, help me watch for an exit so we can gas up the car and get some lunch."� I leaned over and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand and glanced at her and smiled.� Angel looked back at me and nodded then turned her head to stare out the window in silence.� I glanced at the gas gauge and saw that we had less than half a tank and pulled off the interstate and into the first gas station I saw stopping at the pump.� While I filled the car, I cleaned the windows and checked the oil. As I entered the station to pay, I caught the tail end of Angels' conversation with the young man who was tending the station. I paid the young man and asked about a motel in the area and a place to shop for clothes.� After getting directions to both, Angel and I headed back to the car and drove off.
Chapter 4
����� Amanda Morgan was 28 years old.� An attractive woman, not a beauty mind you, but attractive.� She was also a recluse by choice.� As a double amputee, she no longer desired to be around other people; to be reminded of the lifestyle that was no longer open to her.� Amanda had lost both her feet and about six inches of her legs above them due to an auto accident which killed her parents and left her a very wealthy woman thanks to a good lawyer and a drunken corporate CEO who ran a red light.� Amanda had used a small part of her money to completely modify her parent's home to accommodate her restricted mobility.� She had made arraignments with local merchants for delivery of goods she ordered and did a great deal of her shopping online.� To keep herself from becoming bored, she had started a successful ecommerce business which allowed her to keep the insurance money from her parents death and the remaining lawsuit settlement invested in stocks and bonds.� As a hobby, Amanda wrote stories; stories based upon her fantasies.� Amanda had many many fantasies, mostly of a sexual nature.� Amanda's only companion was her German Shepherd that she had named Bart.� Bart was 9 years old and in prime health and had been trained as a "companion" for women.� Bart was the best pussy licking dog Amanda had owned and he was her third.� Bart was also the only dog that she had allowed to fuck her.� Bart was smart and very good at what he did.� Amanda never gave a thought to having a man around; Bart kept her sexually satisfied far beyond the capabilities of a mere man. More than a few of Amanda's stories concerned bestiality and while her readers didn't know it; they were usually true stories from her own experiences.
����� Amanda was writing a new story when her MSN Instant Messenger notification box popped up announcing that she had mail. Quickly clicking on the box her browser opened her hotmail account.� Amanda sat in stunned silence as she looked at the name of the sender of the email.� It was from her daughter. The daughter that she had given birth to when she was just 14.� Her older brother who had taken her virginity at 13 had fathered Amanda's daughter.� Amanda's conservative Christian parents were horrified and had thrown her brother Robert out and forced him to take the child with him. They had given him half their meager savings and told him never to darken their door again. Never to attempt to contact his sister and never to reveal their location to the child.� Robert and taken the child and departed.� Amanda's hand shook with fear as she clicked on the email to open it.� The instant that it opened and she had read the first line she burst into tears.� Her brother was dead and her daughter was headed to San Diego looking for her.
��� Bart jumped up and
trotted in from the kitchen when he heard his mistress cry out.� He was a smart dog and understood that she
was very upset.� Bart moved under the
table and stuck his cold wet nose between Amanda's legs and began to cover her
pantied crotch with long slow licks.�
That had always calmed mistress down and usually led to mistress moving
to the floor and presenting herself for sex.��
This time though, it didn't seem to be working. The more he tried to
distract her the harder she cried and then reaching down, pushed him away. Bart
was confused.� Why was mistress pushing
him away? Mistress never did that before.�
It was a new experience for Bart, one he was not ready to cope with. He
pushed his way back between her legs and began licking her crotch again. Again
mistress tried to push him away.� Bart
was not a happy dog.����