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SANDI'S_STORY
PART 5
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   "Probably," I sighed.
   "Don't you want her to be here?"
   "I'd rather be alone with you!" I told him softly kissing his
stubbled neck.  I liked the feel of his whiskers on my skin, it always
tickled me.
   "Sandi!"
   "Dad?  Would you do something for me," I asked fingering the
small hairs on his face.
   "Depends," he said softly looking at me.
   "Grow a beard!"
   "What?"
   "Let your whiskers grow."
   "Your not serious?"
   "Yes I am.  I think I'd like the feel of it," I said gazing
into his eyes.  "Please!"
   "All right, I'll let it grow until the court date, then I'm
shaving it off!"
   "Ok," I said softly kissing his chin.  "Would you like to
watch us again?" I whispered to him.
   "No, I better not."
   "You liked it though didn't you?"
   "Yeah, I suppose I did Sandi!"
   "Then go get the video camera and tripod, I don't think
Melanie would mind a glass eye watching, and then we can watch it
later together!"
   "You two are the biggest voyeurists I've ever seen," he said
laughing.
   "Well?"
   "Ok, I'll go get it for you if you want it!"
   "Good," I said kissing his lips.  "I'll wait for you here!"
It only took him a couple of minutes but by the time he came back I
had stripped off the rest of my clothes.  "Here you...go!" 	"Thank
you," I smiled and moved close to him so I could kiss him again but he
wouldn't let me get close enough to him.  I took the camera on its
stand from him and with the bag looped in my other arm, I carried my
full load back to my bedroom.
   "What's all this?" Melanie asked grinning at me.
   "Presents!" I said smiling as I closed the door, and aimed the
camera at the bed.  "Here will you plug this in!" I asked throwing her
the cord to the camera.
   "Sure.  What's it for?"
   "What do you think?" I said getting on to the bed on my knees
with the bag.  I opened the bag and a second later Melanie was on the
bed with me peering into the bag.
   "Where did this stuff come from?"
   "This is what my Dad wanted me for, to give me this bag of my
mothers stuff, he thought I would be able to put it to some good use."
   She pulled out a dildo and smiled at me.  "I think we can!"   
   "You can't use it on me!" I told her sharply and she lost some
of her smile.
   "Why not?"
   "Because I want a flesh and blood one to be inside of me first
before I get a rubber or latex one."
   "Ok, I guess I can understand that, but your going to miss out
on a lot of fun!"
   "I suppose!"
   "Come on, here take this one," she said handing me one of the
fake phallus'.  "Get to work!"  She turned around and quickly spread
herself out so her pussy was looking up at me.  She laughed at me, I
suppose I probably did look pretty funny, because I wasn't exactly
sure what the hell I was supposed to do.  "Come on big boy, come fuck
me!"
   I was kind of surprised and wasn't exactly sure what the hell
I was supposed to do.  I walked over to her on my knees and laid down
between her legs and started tonguing her clitoris running the dildo
back and forth over her entire clit until she was nice and wet and
ready for it.  Then slowly I gently eased the dildo into her.  It was
kind of amazing how her vagina just kind of accepted it.
   "That feels wonderful!" Melanie moaned after I had managed to
get the thing in as far as I could.  There was only about half an inch
which I had to grip, and the rest of the seven inches was deep inside
of her.  I spun it around inside her while kissing her clitoris and
lapping at her vulva.
   I withdrew it enough so I could get my fist around it and
started moving it in and out of her as fast as I could, and quickly
with more tongue work on her clit brought her to a backarching-orgasm.
   When she came down from it, she smiled and held her arms out
to me.  I moved up to her leaving the dildo inside of her and slipped
into her arms kissing her lips.  "That was absolutely heavenly," she
said in a whiskey voice.
   "Good," I told her returning her kiss.  "I'm glad you liked
it!"
   "Now what would you like if you don't want a dildo?"
   "Nothing right now, I would just like to go to sleep, I'm
tired and it's been a long day!"
   "He hasn't been making you do that stuff again has he?"
   "Who?"
   "Your coach?"
   "No, he hasn't touched me since my Dad went and talked to him,
and I don't think he will again, not when my Dad's coming to
practices!  I think he's kind of scared of my father!"
   "Good, at least that will keep him away from you."
   "You were right I should have just told my Dad in the first
place!"
   "I told you!"
   "Yes, you did, and you were right ok!"
   "Good, I'm glad you realize it!  Next time maybe you'll listen
to me in the first place and you won't have to go through...."
   "I don't want to talk about him anymore, please, Mel!"
   "All right!"
   "Let's just cuddle and go to sleep!"
   "That's fine with me!"
   "Could you unplug the camera first," I asked her stroking her
cheek.
   "Of course!"
   We cuddled for a little bit before we fell asleep in each
others arms.  In the morning we were still huddled up together when we
were woken by my Dad coming through my bedroom door with a tray
calling "Wake up girls, breakfast time!"
   "What's this?" I asked groggily as I scrambled to sit up.
   "Breakfast!"
   "Don't you think you could have waited for us to come down." 
   "No, as soon as you two finish you've got to pack a bag and we
got to pack the rest of the stuff into the car, if we're going
camping!"
   "All right, thank you," I said and settled for kissing his
cheek, the first time I had to settle for something so pitiful of a
kiss since that first morning I woke him up.  I knew by the way he
looked at me that he knew that I missed it.
   He put the tray between the small space that we had made
between us.  It had a bowl of cut up fruit, some eggs, some bacon,
some fried potatoes, two glasses of juice, and some toast.  "Well, go
on eat up!"  I took a piece of fruit and Melanie picked up a slice of
toast.  I had to admit it was good, and I smiled at him to show it.
   "Have you ate," I asked him concerned, that he probably hadn't
eaten anything himself.
   "I had some while I cooked!"
   "Well here," I said getting a forkful of eggs "eat some more!"
and feeding it to him.
   For the little while the three of us sat there eating
breakfast together, Melanie eating for herself and me feeding him and
myself.  I loved the feeling it gave me feeding him, especially when
he was finishing up his fruit he took my fingers in his mouth
consecutively sucking on them.
   When the three of us had cleaned the tray of its food Bob took
the tray and left with it down stairs while we got dressed.  Near the
stairs to the front door he had already piled the sleeping bags and
the tent in a pile ready to go out to the trunk of the car.
   I packed some sandwiches while Melanie and Bob carried the
rest of the stuff out to the car.  Bob came into the kitchen a few
minutes after they had started loading the car and came up behind me
wrapping his arms around my waist.  I was glad that he could think
that he could be as intimate as that with out having to ask me.
   I turned around in his arms and looked up into his eyes, he
stood there looking at me and then in a rough whisper he said "I
missed my morning kiss!"
   I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him the best kiss I
could even going as far as slipping my tongue into his mouth and he
accepted it swirling his own tongue against mine.  It was excstasy!  I
could still taste the fruit that I had fed him on his lips, so
wonderfully sweet.
   "I missed it too," I said breathlessly as we let each other
go, but not turning our gaze from each other.  The kiss had taken my
breath away, and the tingle that he gave me were fluttering all
through out my body, setting me afire.
   After I got my breath back I gave him another quick little
kiss before turning back to making sandwiches.  I was afraid if I
didn't I would have jumped him right there in the kitchen and ripped
his clothes off and made love to him right there on the floor.
   Melanie came into the kitchen, I was sure she hadn't noticed
anything, but the heat that was passing between me and Bob almost felt
like she should have seen it right away.  I wanted him in the worst
way!
   We got to the camp ground pretty quick (it was only a five
minute drive from our house), but Bob had made sure that it wasn't a
public campground so he had to pay for our campsite, and the attendant
had said it was the only space that they had had left because of the
spring break weekend.
   It took us a little under a half hour to find our spot unpack
and set up camp.  The place was really crowded too, I figured that the
staff had probably sold a few spaces that weren't there to begin with
and as a result ever body ended up sort of crowded in.  
   Dad gave me Mom's sleeping bag for me to sleep in, I thought
it was sweet of him and kissed his cheek for it, and I think I had
tears in my eyes at the time too.
   The rest of the camping trip was fun, it wasn't as intimate or
romantic as I had figured it would have been, but it was fun.  There
was a party held every night we were there and I always stuck with
Melanie during those times, even when Bob didn't go to Sunday nights.
   I spent almost ever minute when I was in the tent alone with
one of them kissing them.  I liked it more when it was Bob, but when
it was Melanie I still enjoyed it.
   Monday afternoon when we left we dropped Melanie off at her
house and Bob and I went home.  The showers at the camp sight weren't
as private as I would of liked so as a result I felt kind of gringy
when we got home, and I told Bob I was going to go have a shower.
   He held my hand so I couldn't jump out of the car as soon as
we stoped in the garage.  "Give me a hand throwing the sleeping bags
and the tent inside to the basement first!"
   I didn't want to but there was something in his voice that
made me want to stick around, so I helped him unload the car.  I threw
him the last sleeping bag and he stuffed it into the little side
storage area where we kept the camping stuff and a few other odds and
ends.
   I went to go up stairs but he called after me.  "Sandi wait a
minute please!"  I waited for him on the third step from the floor.
   "What is it, I feel filthy!"
   "I know, so do I, just wait a minute!"
    He took my hand and together we went up the stairs then he led
me into his bathroom, where he called down the hall as if I was in my
bathroom that he was going to take a shower too."Then he turned on the
cold water tap of his shower and closed the door so it ran all by its
self.  Then he led me back to my bathroom and told me in a whisper to
get undressed.  Happily I did so and climbed into the tub, and a
second later he got in with me.
	I fixed the water for us as he closed the shower curtain.  "I
thought I'd never have you all to myself again!" I told him wrapping
my arms around his neck and giving him a little kiss.
	"Let's do what we came in here to do, I do remember that I owe
you a couple of showers!"
	"Make love to me and we'll call it even," I said grinning.
	"Sandi!" he scolded in that same warning tone of his that I
was starting to find very attractive in itself.
	"Then if you won't do that, will you wash me, and I'll wash
you?"
	"Ok," he said softly and I handed him the soap with another
kiss.  We both took our time washing each other down, but me more so,
when it came to washing between my legs I had to guide his hand down
for him to even get up the nerve of touching me.  When he did he only
washed me for a few seconds before drawing his hand back.
	Unlike him though I took my time washing every inch of him
including his genitals which I made sure to pay special attention to.
	After he backed away from me I grabbed his hands and held them
and then placed them on my breasts.  "Now what are you doing?" he
asked and I spun around to look up into his eyes while pressing myself
tighter against him as I stood up on my tip toes and kissed his lips.
He tried to push me away, and I whispered "You've been alone so long,
I want to give you myself!"
	"Sandi, there's absolutely no way that will ever happen.  I
know your trying to help but we can't, it's not right!"  Then I kissed
him again more like our morning kisses long and sensous.  He pushed me
away again but I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts again.
"Touch them, feel them, do they feel any different than any other
woman's, do they?"
   "Sandi, come on stop this charade!"
   "Do they?" I demanded.
   "No, they don't," he said reluctantly.  I moved closer to him.
   "Does my touch feel any different," I said laying my hand on
his chest.
   "No," he said in the same reluctant voice.
   "Is my kiss any different?" I asked him after kissing his
lips.
   He repeated the same answer again, by then though I had him
backed against the wall of the shower, he had nowhere else to go.  "If
I feel the same as any other woman what is the problem?" I asked hotly
in his ear.
   "Your my daughter..." he whispered back to me.
   "Are you saying that just because I'm your daughter, this," I
cupped his balls and fingered them while stroking his penis with my
other hand "wouldn't feel the same as another woman attempting to
pleasure you," I asked softly breathing on his neck.  His penis was
stiff and poking me by then, but I still had to get him past his
morals, I knew he was weakening but I still didn't have him far enough
along.  "Do I not have the same type of ass that most women do, if not
better than most!"
   "Yes," he said almost inaudibly.
   "So does that mean I'm any different because I'm just as hot
as any other woman that gets to look at you.  The only real difference
between them and me is that I'm here with you now and they're not.  Do
you understand what I'm saying," I said getting close to him again
while he nodded. 
   "You know how much I love you?  I want you Bob, I want you
inside of me, I want you to make love to me!  I can't stand not being
around you.  You make my whole body quiver with anticipation and
excitement.  Look feel," I finished by taking his hand and placing it
on my stomach, which was exactly like I had described.
   "Sandi," he whispered as I kissed his neck.
   "Make love to me, please!"
   "Sandi!" his voice was still soft and low, but it gained more
strength when he said "NO" and pushed me back and quickly got out of
the shower, and the bathroom.
   I didn't bother chasing him because I figured he wouldn't be
going anywhere so I dried myself off and dressed.  When I left the
bathroom I figured he'd probably gone down to the basement to do some
boxing (its the way he kept in shape and thought about things).  I
guessed right I could hear him punching his bag.
	I knew when he came up he would be hungry so I started making
dinner.  When it was all ready and cooking on the stove and I had
finished setting the table I went up stairs, changed my clothes then,
I went in to my bathroom and got out the makeup Bob had bought me when
I had turned twelve; makeup that I had never touched before.
	Sparingly I applied some lipstick, some blush, some eyeliner.
I wanted to look good not like a cheap slut.  When I finished I stood
back and looked at myself and concluded that if anything got his
attitude turned around the way I looked would for sure.
	Underneath my nice black dress I had on the lingerie that
Melanie had returned and a garter belt I had found in some old boxes
of my mothers.  I thought I looked pretty sexy, and I hoped he would
think so too.  I wanted him to feel the same way I felt about him.
	I went back to the kitchen and lifted the vegetables and put
them out on the table, then I didn't dare light the candles on the
table incase anyone was watching.  I wanted to, I wanted to make it as
romantic as I could I even started some soft music playing.
	When I was sure everything was set up the best I could get it
I called him for dinner from the top of the stairs, then I disappered
back into the kitchen so he wouldn't see me.  After I heard him sit
down at the dinning room table I shut the lights of the kitchen off
and entered the dining room.
	He looked me up and down and then without saying a word about
how I looked or how nice dinner was or anything he started into
scooping food out onto his plate.
	"What's that crap on for?" he asked meaning the music.
	"I thought it would be nice," I said softly.
	"Well it's not, shut it off!"  I got off my chair and went and
shut it off even though he was closer to it.  I sat back down in my
chair seat and he'd already started eating, he was shoveling it like a
little kid wanting to get out and play.
	"How is it?"
	"Good," he grumbled between bites.
	"Dad...."
	"What?" he asked while I started pushing my food around my
plate with my fork.
	"Nothing," I replied softly.  I wanted him to say something,
some mention of what I had done, what I was wearing, the fight in the
shower, anything.  He turned back to his food and said, absolutely
nothing!
	The next few days were just as cold, no morning kisses-no
kisses at all.  He just kept a hard-cold-wall up to keep me out.  I
felt terrible, I had pushed him too far, I knew that, and it made me
feel terrible and lonely.
	Especially the nights, and Melanie was always too busy with
Jack or Dan to come over so we could do something.  It was the longest
most drawn out week of my life.  I was glad when school finally
started back up, it seemed like an eternity had lapsed during a single
week.
	He didn't come after school to watch me practice and by
Wednesday the coach was giving me that glance that he had been when he
was expecting me to...well do the blowjobs and the other crap.  Friday
he approached me and started and fondling my breasts asking where my
Daddy was, so I gave him what he deserved, a good knee to the groin!
	I didn't even bother telling my Dad, not because we had seen
very little of each other (only at dinner) but because I didn't want
to bother him with something I had dealt with on my own.
	I think he spent most of his days either gardening out in
Mom's old flower garden or working out in the basement.  It seemed
that way because when ever he came to dinner he was alway covered in a
film of sweat with his underarms dark with perspiration.  I wanted to
tell him I loved him and wash his body and kiss him and hold him tight
to me and never let him go.
	Friday night just as I was clearing the dishes the phone rang
and my father answered it.  He talked for a few minutes before it
turned to shouts and he kept demanding "Why?" into the phone.  When he
hung it up he'd lost some of the color from his face and the last two
weeks of displeasure, discomfort, and anger melted away.
   "What happened?  What's wrong?" I asked setting the dishes
down on the counter.
   "The charges have been dropped!"
   "That's good isn't it?"
   "To drop the charges they had to fire me!"
   "They can't do that!"
   "They can and they did!"
   "They can't fire you without a reason!"
   "They made one up," he sighed flopping down into a chair.
"I'll never be able to work again!"
   "You'll find another job, they'll fight over you!"
   "Not with embezelment charges brought up against me!"
   "When do you have to clean out your stuff?"
   "Tomorrow," he sighed.
   "Come on its not so bad," I said kneeling infront of him
taking his hand in mine "Everythings going to work out!  I promise!"
   "Sandi!"
   "Come on, let's do something and take your mind off of it for
now.  We still haven't watched that video?"
   "Sandi, I don't really feel like that tonight!"
   "Let's go play some pool then, like we used to do!"
   "We're going to have to watch our expenditures from now on."
"Twenty dollars worth of pool will be worth it, I'll even pay for it
if you...."
   "No!  I'll pay for it!"
   "Let's go then!  But first I think you should go have a
shower," he gave me a little glare "alone, you stink!  I think we
should both get changed into something more...apropriate!"
   "What about the dishes?"
   "I'll deal with them later, let's just have some fun tonight!"
   "Ok! Fine!  I guess I'll go have a shower since I'm told that
I stink!" he said chuckling.
   "Go on," I told him grinning smacking his ass as he passed me.
It was nice seeing him smiling at least a little anyway even if things
weren't going as good as they should have for us.
   "Hey!" he scolded turning back and glaring at me for a second
then his face lit up in a smile.  "Don't do that again!"
   It finally felt like we were back on good terms again and it
felt good, even though it looked more and more that our lives were
going to suck in the near future, but I figured that as long as we
were together!
   I wore the lingerie again just incase he wanted to undress me,
then I found my tightest pair of jeans I had and slipped into them,
then I put on a really red blouse and my black leather jacket on top.
Then I put on a little make up, just enough like the last time, only
this time I added a few squirts of perfume.
   Bob, knocked on the bathroom door and asked "Are you ready
yet?"
   "Yep," I told him opening the door.
   "You look good," he said softly.
   "So do you," I said taking in his only pair of jeans, which
fit really snuggly on him especially in the crotch.  His shirt was
just an old flannel shirt which I hadn't seen on him for the longest
time.  (He only wore it when he was relaxing.)
   "How do I smell?"
   "Better, but how about putting on some cologne for me?"
   "Ok, I guess it couldn't kill," he said softly before kissing
my cheek.  The first kiss I'd received in a good two weeks and it was
good, but not as good as I would have liked.
   "You smell as good as you look too!"
   "Thank you!  Now go get that cologne on, the good stuff!"
   "Which one's that?"
   "Come on," I said and dragged him back into his bathroom, and
took out the bottle that I liked.  "Here!"
   "You like this stuff," he asked pouring some of the cologne
out onto his palm and slapping it on his cheeks and throat.
   "Yes," I told him looking at him amazed that he didn't realize
it.  "I think it smells wonderful, almost as much as the man beneath!"
   "Sandi!"
   "What?  You have a problem with the truth do you?"
   "Of course not, just where it comes from!"
   "Well, it comes from a woman and that's all that counts!" I
told him linking my arm in his.  "Come on, let's get going or we're
not going to get a table!"
   "We'll get a table!"
   "How can you be so sure?"
   "I just have this feeling!"
   "Does it have anything to do with what's in those jeans?"
   "Not, that kind of feeling!"
   "Too bad!  What kind of feeling then?"
   "I made reservations while you were in the bathroom, we've got
a table for nine-o'clock.
   "Where?"
   "Just a place I know of?"
   "Have we been there before?"
   "You haven't!"
   "And you have?"
   "Yeah, a few months back!"
   "Oh!  Well let's go then!"
   "I've got to admit, this is a beautiful place!" I said looking
around it when we got there.
   "I figured you'd like it!"
   "Well you were right."
   "Good," he said picking up our cues, "here you go, we're at
the table in the corner near the front window number 5."
   "How good are you at this anyway," I asked as he set the balls up.
   "Your...mother and I used to play it all the time when we went out."
   "She liked pool alot didn't she?"
   "You do too don't you?"
   "Yeah."
   "Actually, I've always thought of her more as a pool hussler,
she could sink any shot, I can't remember the number of times she beat
some poor sap at a table in some bar and taking money from him."
   "Your kidding, Mom," I questioned taking my jacket off and
putting it on the back of a chair near the table.
   "You break....  No I'm serious, the only time I ever won
against her was when she let me win.  Her parents weren't around very
much when she was young and you know how your grand-parents live in
that big house, well she grew up around a pool table...and she really
didn't have anything else to do until she got to be about your age and
started dating."
   "Who was her first date," I asked after breaking the balls
sinking three solids.
   "Your not to bad at this either..." he said as I sunk in
another couple balls with a spin shot.  "I was!"
   "You were her first date," I asked surprised as I watched the
cue ball send my ball off just slightly off in the wrong direction.
"Damn."
   "Yep!"
   "Your kidding?"
   "Why would I kid you about something like that?"
   "So you two were junior high sweet-hearts!"
   "Not exactly, she kind of hated me, she went out with me on a
dare at first!"
   "She didn't?"
   "She did, but she liked me, we spent a few months
together...your turn!  Then we decided we should break-up, or at least
her parents thought that I think, I've never been totally convinced
that it was solely her idea."
   "You's broke up?  Then how?"  I banked my shot off of the
bumper and sunk another solid in one of the side pockets.
   "My parents and I moved away so I had to go to a different Jr.
high.  I didn't like the idea of not even having a chance to get your
mother back, but what could I do right?"
   "So how did you get back together?"
   "You've got your mother's talent at this all right," he said
watching me sink a couple of balls.  "I met her again in grade eleven.
I asked her out for a drink, we had fun.  We dated some more, then
after highschool we got married!"  Just as he finished I sunk the
eight ball.  "Damn your good!"
   "How about a kiss, not a peck on the cheek a real one?"
   "Here?"
   "Why not?" I said smiling, hoping that the publicity wouldn't
scare him away from it.  "Come on I beat you fair and square."
   "Sandi!"
   "Come on I want a kiss from the loser."
   Then he actually did it, he kissed me right there, full on the
lips, tongue and all.  It was magnificient!  I'd never felt such
exhileration in my whole life until that moment.
   "What's the matter," he asked noticing that my eyes were glazed over.
   "I'm so proud of you!" I told him then after a second once I'd
straightened myself back up I added "You can break this time, I'll
rack!"
   When I was leaning over the pool table setting the balls into
place some body whistled at me from behind.  I looked up into my
father's eyes and saw that he was eyeing someone behind me.  I turned
around and found that it wasn't one person but a number of young men
(around eighteen to twenty years of age).
   "Wow!" the obvious leader said, "your something else good
looking!  Ain't she a little young for you Pops!" I looked back and
shook my head when he took a couple of steps forward.
   "No, he's not!" I told them straight faced.  "He's just right!"
   "Oh yeah?"
   "Yeah!  Now if you boys don't mind we're trying to play!"
   "I'd love to play with you baby!" one of their group called.
   "Oh yeah?" Bob asked coming from his side of the pool table towards
us.
   "Yeah Pops!" one of them replied and the whole group broke out
into laughter.
   "All right!" I couldn't believe what he was saying.  "How much
money you boys got on you's?"
   "What you her pimp or something?"
   "Are you's here to play pool or drool over women?"
   "Pool," the leader said looking me up and down.  "Her?"
   "Yeah her, how's five bucks a ball sound?" I looked back at
him wondering what the hell he was doing.
   "Fine," the leader said taking off his jacket and throwing it
to one of his minnions.
   "Here," Bob said throwing him his stick, then he took my shoulder
"she'll break!" and lead me to the other end of the table and
whispered a singel word in my ear "Lose!"
   "What the hell are you talking about, you don't know how good
he is and we can't exactly be throwing money away!"
   "Sandi your as good as your mother ever was, you even hold the
cue the same way she used to!  You can beat them!"
   "Then why should I lose?"
   "Trust me!"
   "Kiss me!" I told him and he did.  Magnificient!  He called
the waiteress around and order a couple of beers as I did exactly what
he had told me to do, lose.  As I played I missed the easy shots and
fouled up on some of the hard ones, and I was starting to get an idea
of what he was doing.  He wasn't very good at all but I let him win
anyway.
   His whole gang cheered and hooped with a few other people that
had gathered around the table to watch.  "You lost, how could you
lose!" Bob screamed at me coming towards the table.  "I thought you
told me you could play, my mother-in-law plays better than that girl!"
   I wasn't sure what he was doing I thought he was hussling them
but when he came down on me like that I wasn't sure, until he said
"Give her another chance, I'll make it worth your while fifteen bucks
a ball!"
   "Now win!" he whispered kissing my ear.  The balls went quick
on both sides and it was down to the last shot, which was mine, either
I made it or I lost.  Bob had his mouth open in anticipation of my
"winning shot" and his hand on his mug of beer.
   Everybody's eyes were on me, even when I backed away from the table.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bob demanded of me in a harsh whisper.
   "What do I get out of this?"
   "Half of the money!"
   "I don't want half of the money," I told him.
   "Then what do you want?"
   "I want you to promise you'll make love to me tonight when we
get home!"
   "Sandi!" he said looking between me and the table.  "This is a
hell of a lot of money on the line!"
   "Money, I know you don't have," I whispered to him.  "What do
you think these boys would do if they find out you don't?"
   "Sandi, its not right?"
   "Do I make the shot or not?"
   "Yes!"
   "Then promise!" I told him looking into his eyes.
   He looked back and forth between me and an ever increasing
hive of young angry men.  "May God fogive me, I promise!" he said in a
nearly inaudible whisper.
   "I love you!" I told him excitedly and kissed his lips and
then returned to the table.  The whole place went silent as I stood at
the right angle from the cue ball, thanking God myself for getting Mom
to teach me the game when she was still alive.
   The whole place seemed to slow down as my stick struck the cue
ball.  It reflected at the right place on the bumper and then again on
the second one, and then struck the eightball true sending it right
into the corner pocket.
   I knew I was going to do it, but when it went in I couldn't
help jumping up and down until Bob took me into his arms and gave me a
quick hug before he turned on the leader of the little group that
looked so sullen...I wonder why?
   "Pay up kids!" he told them, it took about four of them to get
together to pay all the money up.  It was more money than I'd seen in
one hand in my life.  Bob smiled at me showing me the handful of bills
and I kissed his lips bubbling with happiness.  I had won, not only
money, but a night in bed with the only man that I'd been thinking
about making love to me for two months.
   I grabbed my jacket and held onto Bob as we walked out,
passing by some pretty grimacing faces, but still excited.  We turned
in our cues and the balls, and Bob payed for our nights gaming with
our new found wealth.
   He helped me into my seat and then got around to the other
side and let himself in.  Just as we were getting our seat-belts on I
saw a little group of the guys coming towards our car, and they didn't
look happy.
   I pointed them out to Bob and he said "Lock the door!"  I did,
and he locked his just as we were taking off from the parking lot they
reached our car and pounded on the side windows. 	When we were
safe out of the way I asked him if I could see the money, and he let
me flip through it, until I saw a bright neon sign.
   "Pull in there," I told him pointing to an all night drug
store.  I handed him back most of the money save for ten dollars.
   "What's that for?"
   "Condoms!" I explained smiling wickedly at him just before
jumping out of the car.  They eyed me funnily when I brought a box of
Trojans to the counter and payed for it with the ten.  I bore it
though too excited to really notice any of them, all I knew was that I
was going to get what I wanted, what I really wanted.
   I climbed into the car excitely cuddling up against him
bubbling over "I wasn't sure what I should buy, I got extrastrong...I
figured after all this time without a woman, you'd really want to give
it a good work out.  I can't believe this I'm actually going to be in
bed with the man I love...there lubricated too, did I do all right, my
first time and all buying them I mean?"
   "You did fine," he said softly.  "But I don't know about this Sandi...."
   "Your not going to welch are you?"
   "Sandi, I just don't know if this is right, I know I promised and all but...."
   "You are..." I said in disbelief, he'd never broken a promise
to me ever!  "Bob, you promised!"
   "I know," he said stopping at a red light.  "But...."
   "No, but's," I told him stroking his crotch, "you promised,
and I'm going to collect!"
   "I know Sandi, but...."
   "No but's," I told him before silencing him with a kiss before
the light turned green.  "I want to make love to you!"
   "Sandi...."
   "That's enough of it, I want you to take me to bed, and bed me!"
   "Sandi!"
   "Bob, please I won for you, and you promised to make love to me, and
you agreed.  You've never broken a promise to me before, don't start now!"
   "You really want to have sex don't you, but do you really
think it should be with me and not someone you are in love with?"
   "I am in love with you, and I don't want sex, I want to make
love with you and no one else!"
   "Sandi...I'll try Ok, I don't know if I can.  I don't think
its right, but I did promise you I would...I'll try."
   "I love you," I told him and kissed his cheek.
   "I love you too honey," he whispered wrapping his arm around me.
The rest of the ride was way too long, at least it seemed that way to me.
   I pushed the front door closed by leaning back against it
while watchinghim climb the first few steps up.  His ass looked so
cute in his jeans.  Quietly  I went up the stairs laying my hands on
his butt and giving him a little shove up.
   I knew he was still reluctant to do what I wanted and he
proved it fairly well by the number of pushes I had to give him to get
him to the top of the stairs.
   "You can't hurt me," I told him comfortingly as I led him into
the bedroom "I'm not a baby.  You don't have to worry about anything!"
   "Sandi, your my little girl!"
   "I also want to be your lover!"
   "Sandi...."
   "Shhhh..." I hissed before kissing his lips while I pulled him
down ontop of me onto the bed.  He tried to return my kiss while I
unbuttoned his shirt, but he didn't seem as anxious as I was.  I
kissed him repeatedly running my hands over his shoulders, his chest,
his back, his skin was as smooth as silk and his weight on me just
seemed to make me want him more.
   His shaking fingers fumbled at the buttons of my blouse until
my own fingers steadied him.  "Where'd you get this," he asked after
he had slipped my blouse off.
   "I bought it...to wear for you.  Do you like it?  Take my
pants off so you can see all of it!"  I unbuttoned the clasp on my
jeans and he reluctantly pulled them off.  "What do you think?"
   "It's pretty," he said stroking one of the lace ruffles.
   "You really think so?"
   "Yes, it's very beautiful."
   "You know I've missed being with you so much, I'm sorry we
fought.  Forgive me!"
   "We're kind of in the same position though aren't we?"
   "You don't really want to do this do you?"
   "No, I don't!"  I felt a sudden sense of grief that he didn't
want to make love to me, yet, but I didn't want to force him into a
situation where he wouldn't enjoy it.  I didn't want him to be mad at
me for something he wasn't ready to do yet.
   "Come on then," I said climbing under the covers and patting
his side of the bed.  You know how I feel!  You also know I'd never
want to see you hurt, so why don't you just get undressed and we'll
just go to sleep in our bed, and I mean ours because from now on, I'm
sleeping here!"
   "What do I do with these," he asked holding out the box of condoms.
   "Put them in the night table, maybe some day, some day soon I hope,
you'll change your mind.  I want it to be something were both going to
enjoy not just one of us.  But I do know one thing for sure,
I want it to be you!"
   "San...."
   "Come on, before I change my mind," I told him smiling pulling
his side of sheets back.  He took his jeans off and hung them back up
then stripped off his shorts giving me a nice view of his hairy ass.
So gorgeous!  He shut the light off and got into bed and cuddled up
against me while I threw the covers over him.
   "Thank you," he whispered and kissed my cheek.
   "For what," I asked running my fingers through his hair.
   "For not making me do something we'd both end up regretting!"
   "I would not regret anything Bob!  Not with you, not ever!"
   "Shouldn't you clean your makeup off before you go to sleep?"
   "Yes, I suppose I should," I said sliding over him until I was
straddling his stomach, with my hands on his chest.  "What do you
think, too much?  Too little?"
   "Just right," he complimented and I kissed him for it then
slipped into his bathroom and cleaned it off with some paper towels
that I kept under the sink for cleaning.
   He talked to me from the bed about how proud he was of me beating
that guy at the pool hall.  It made me feel all warm inside and I
couldn't help smiling at myself in the mirror as I listened to him.
   I peeled off the lingerie and shut the bathroom light off and
returned to the bed, and him.  I cuddled up against him kissing his
lips once before he held me close to him in a hug.  "Do I look better
now," I asked softly and he looked at me, smiled and kissed my lips.
   "You always look good," he replied taking the safe road and I
kissed him in appreciation and cupped him in one of my hands, so soft
and warm.  He looked at me startled for a second and then relaxed
against me.
   I smiled and kissed him before he snuggled against me and we
fell into a blissful sleep.  The first decent sleep that I had had in
nearly two weeks.
   When I woke up we were still lying wrapped tight around each
other, and in a lazy morning fashion I started kissing him happy to be
so close to him.  He took a few minutes to wake up, but when he did he
didn't object; he started kissing me back.  "Have you changed your
mind yet?" I asked him softly just after we had had a good french
kiss.
   Then he separated himself from me and moved to his closet and
started looking through it.  "Wear your jeans again!" I told him
laying there exposed watching him.  He looked absolutely delicous in
the morning sun light.
   He glanced back at me and then grabbed them from the closet
and threw them on the bed with a fresh shirt before he went to his
dresser and pulled out a pair of underwear and slipped them on.
   Then he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his pants on
before I wrapped my arms around his neck pressing myself against his
back and kissing his cheek.  "I love you Bob!"
   "Do you want to go with me and help me pack my office up?"
   "Yes, you need me there!"
   "If you don't want to go you don't have to!"
   "Bob, settle down," I told him hugging him.  "I want to go
with you.  You need me there!"
   "Sandi!"
   "Shhh..." I told him pulling him back against me before
kissing his lips.  "I know your upset Bob, its not fair of them to do
this to you!  But we've got to make do with what we have, and all we
can count on is each other, I want you to know that you can lean on me
when ever you need to!  I'll take care of you I promise!"
   "It's not fair!  They can't do this to me, I've given them my
whole life, and then cut me lose like I'm yesterdays garbage." 
   "I know honey," I said holding him tight.  "No its not!"
   "Damn it I've given them the best years of my life!"
   "No you haven't, the best years of your life are yet to come!
Your young, and we have each other that's all we need Bob, we don't
need them!  You'll get a new job, and you'll be even better at it,
you'll come home, and I'll make you forget all about work!"
   "Sandi!"
   "I mean it Bob, I'll kiss you, I'll hug you, I'll hold you,
I'll do anything you want me to!  As long as it makes happy!"
   "I wanted to give your mother a life that she would enjoy, but
it was hard to do, especially trying to compete with her families
background.  I want to give you exactly what I wanted to give her, and
with my job I was starting to do it, because of my senority.  If I can
even get a job anywhere else I've lost it!"
   "Bob, Mom would never have cared what you bought for her, she
married you for you, not for what you could give her, she knew what
she was getting into when she married you.
   "And I've known exactly what you've been trying to do for me,
and I'm telling you right now it's not necessary, all I care about is
you!  Nothing else matters to me, and Mom probably felt the same way I
do!  If this has been eating at you, let it go!  It doesn't matter!
If you let it go on all your going to do is hurt yourself more, and I
don't want to see that happen, now or ever!"
   "But I want you to be happy!"
   "I am happy!  I'm happy when ever you come home to me, or when
we're lying next to each other, or when you tucked me into bed and
read to me at night when I was young.  I was happy then, and I'm happy
now!  All that matters to me is the man sitting right here in my arms,
clothed or not, he is the only person in my life that can make me
smile just by being around to say good night, and good morning too!
   "It doesn't matter to me, if we live in a card board box, or a
luxury hotel, or a mansion...the only thing that matters is this," I
said squeezing him.  "And this!" I said before giving his lips a
little kiss.  "I love you Bob, that's all that counts, that's all that
will ever count!"
   I sat there holding him and whispering and kissing his cheek
for the better part of an hour, and being there for him filled me with
joy even though it wasn't nice to have him in such a bad state of
mind.  It felt good, sharing his problems, our problems.
   "Since we're getting everything out," I said softly kissing
his ear, "I want to tell you something too!  My coach, he tried to
fondel me again, but I took care of it."
   "Sandi, why didn't you tell me before?"
   "I didn't think it was necessary because I dealt with it.  And
we were on bad terms at the time."
   "What did you do?"
   "I did what I thought was fit!"
   "Sandi, please tell me, you didn't do anything he wanted did you?"
   "No...I kneed him!"
   "Kneed him?"
   "Right here," I said reaching around and holding the crotch of his jeans.
   "Oh!  I see.  Well good for you!" he said and turned around and kissed
me.  "But I really wished you had of told me when it happened!"
   "I know, I'm sorry, I won't...."
   "You don't have to say anything Sandi, I know you'll always do
the right thing, I trust you!"
   "I love you Bob," I said turning his head so I could kiss his lips.
   "I...I guess we should be getting ready to go, we probably
already should have been there," he said wiping his nearly dried eyes.
"Your still undressed," he said almost surprised even though I had
been touching him all the time with different parts of my body.
"You'll catch a cold, you better go get dressed!"
   "Funny, I don't feel cold!" I told him smiling and kissed his
lips once more before going to my room to dress.
   "I think this is yours," he said entering my room with my
lingerie outfit.
   "I think it is, your not into wearing women's clothing are you?"
   "Here you go!" he said holding it out for me to take.
   "I know I don't have very...big...breasts, but did you like
seeing me in it?"
   "Sandi, I told you before I didn't like women for their bra
sizes, and I still mean it!  Besides you'll have breasts, you've just
got to wait a little while."
   "I do, they maybe small but I have breasts."
   "Sandi, I didn't mean that you didn't I just meant...you know
what I meant don't you?"
   "Yeah, you won't make love to me, because I have small tits!"
   "Sandi, that's not the reason, it's just..."
   "What?"
   "...your my little baby, that's what!"
   "Well your little baby is a young woman, a woman with needs,
with desires, with lust, all for you!  Can't you look past the fact
that you powdered me and wiped my ass, and treat me like a woman, a
woman who wants to take you to bed, and show you passion!"
   "Sandi!"
   "I'll grow breasts for you I promise, real big ones, but let
me show you how much I want you, how much I love you, how much I need
you now!  I want you to be in bed with me for more than just sleep!  I
want you, all of you!  I want to wait for you at the door in nothing
more than a pair of panties, and I want you to ravish me with kisses
and love making and whispers of sweet little nothings!"
   "Sandi, you need a boyfriend not your father!"
   "I want a man, a man that I love so much my heart would break
if he was taken away from me.  A man that makes everyone else seem
like nothing more than a blur.  A man that sets my flesh on fire, just
by touching me!  I want you Bob!  Nobody else, just you, you stupid
old ox.  Just you!"
   "Sandi...I..." he choked on his words "...we better get going!"
   "Fine!" I wheezed throwing my lingerie back onto my bed.
   We went to his office and packed for a half hour before a guy
came in and Bob introduced him as his boss, ex-boss.  The guy acted
all friendly and all but I got the overall sense that he was nothing
more than a big creep.  He even had the gawe to eyeball me up and down
infront of Bob stating "she's going to grow up into a very beautiful
woman."
   Then he shook Bob's hand, he had this sort of gaze on his
face, telling Bob how sorry he was that it all turned out the way it
did.  Then I saw it!  I couldn't believe it!  I knew I had to do
something, and an idea came to mind when I spotted Bob's little
tape-recorder nearly sticking out of a box.
   I snuck towards it and grabbed it while the two of them were
talking, and then eased closer towards the door.  I felt the controls
just to make sure I remembered how to work it.  The last time I had
used it I had taped over a whole bunch of Bob's notes, and he wasn't
too pleased with me that time.  I spent a whole month grounded in my
room.  But I hoped he wouldn't mind me putting it to a good cause.
   "Daddy," I said looking right at him.  I could tell he knew
something was up.  "I've got to go to the little girls room."
   "Ok, honey," he said as more of a question.  I slipped out the door,
put the tape recorder on paused-record and slipped it into a pocket of
my leather jacket.  Then I waited for Mr. Talbert just outside of Bob's
office door for a few moments before Mr. Talbert came out.  "Charlie
can I speak with you for a minute," I said as seductively as possible.
   "All right, as long as it doesn't take to long!"
   "Now what is it," he asked and I started the tape recorder.
   "I know its you!  I know your the one that was scamming the money!"
   "I don't know what your talking about," he said collapsing
into his chair behind the desk.  I sat down on the desk infront of him
putting a leg on each side of him.
   "Sure you do, that pretty little ring of yours gave you away!"
   "What are you talking about?"
   "I heard you and a woman talking and screwing in the utility
room downstairs."
   "I never did any such thing!"
   "That's where your ring comes in, in your haste you's
photocopied yourselves and I found it!"
   "Who else knows about this photocopy?"
   "No one," I lied.
   "If you knew this why didn't you tell your father?"
   "Oh he's not my father, he's left me alone so many times I hate him,
to see him go to jail made me so happy, and would suit me better as long
as I have someone to show me some affection..." I said rubbing his crotch
with one of my feet, "and someone that will give me a little money every
now and then!"
   "I like you," he said grinning at me "your so ruthless!"
   "That's not all I can be," I said slipping down so that I was
on my knees infront of him.
   "I want to know how you did it," I said unzipping his pants
"Tell me how you took the money and kicked my father's ass."  Then as
I sucked on him he spilt and I don't mean just the semen I had to
swallow, unfortunately but I got all Bob needed so it didn't matter.
   "Where are you going," he asked holding my hips.
   "I've got to get back to my father, he's not around much but
when he is, he's very protective of me.  It makes me sick!  And I
don't want him to hurt that sweet body of yours," I said before
leaning over him and kissing his lips.  Turthfully I would have loved
letting Bob at this son of a bitch!  He deserved what ever he got too!
"Call me," I breathed "When ever you want some more!"  Like hell I was
going to do anything else for him!
   "I will!" he whispered "and maybe next time you can show me
what's under those nice fitting jeans of yours.
   "Definitely!" I told him smiling even though I'd rather burn
in hell long before I slept with him.  He smacked my ass when I
slipped by him and the thought of what I had done with my coach came
to mind and I felt terrible that I had put myself willingly in that
position again.
   I found some cold coffee left in the coffee pot in the
reception area of the first floor.  I used it to rinse the bad taste
from my mouth and spit it out into the little sink before returning to
Bob's office closing the door behind me.
   "I love you," I told him before giving him the longest kiss I
could manage.
   "What the...."
   "I did something you might not like!"
   "What did you do?"
   "Well...I gave Mr. Talbert a blow-job!"
   "Sandi!"
   "I know I didn't like doing it either but..."
   "Sandi why did you do that?"
   "...For this," I said excitedly pulling his tape recorder out
of my jacket.  "Didn't you see it?"
   "What?"
   "The ring!"
   "What ring?"
   "Do you remember that photocopy I showed you, the one I found!"
   "Yes, what about it?"
   "Mr. Talbert was wearing it!"
   "Sandi he's a married man!"
   "Well it doesn't seem to stop him from playing the field!  He
confessed it all!"
   "Let's hear it!"
   "Bob, I said somethings that I didn't mean so he would tell me!"
   "Let's hear it," he said reaching for the tape recorder.
   "Bob, remember, ok!" I said rewinding the tape.
   "Yes, Sandi!  Now please...."
   "Ok," I said softly starting the tape.
   "I know it's you..." the tape sputtered the words out and I
watched the emotional torment that passed over his face especially
when it came to when I was giving head.
   "Sandi...I...you...."
   "I know, you don't have to say a word!  Just tell me you love me!"
   "Sandi you shouldn't have done it!"
   "Just tell me you love me!"
   "I do Sandi but...."
   "Just say it!"
   "I love you Sandi!"
   "Hold me," I said softly not even sure why I was saying it and
when he did I didn't even know where the tears came from, they just
came and came.  He held me sitting us down on his small office couch
and he held me, just letting me get out all my feelings out about Mr.
Talbert, and my coach.
   I never realized how angry and upset I was over it.  He just
let me get it all out.  The whole day was seeming like one great big
emotional release for both of us.  He got me kleenexes and let me wipe
my eyes and blow my nose then when he thought I was calm enough he
whispered "I've got a few more things to pack up and then we'll go
home."
   "Why, they're going to give you your job back?"
   "Sandi, right at this moment I don't work here.  If they rehire me
we'll bring all this stuff back but until then we're taking it with us."
   I didn't bother to argue anymore about it.  I was too drained,
I probably couldn't of even made love to Bob if he had of said yes
while standing naked infront of me.
   When we got home we just more or less dumped the stuff just
inside the door and since we were both too tired to cook Bob order us
pizza.  We ate it infront of the tv watching a movie.  Before even
half of it was done we were cuddling each other.
   Exhausted and feeling quite good about each other we retired
to the bedroom cuddling.  This time when I touched him he didn't say
anything other than giving me a little kiss.
   Morning came and was quite unpleasant because of menstral
cramps, so when I dressed I added a tampon to my outfit while feeling
like I was retaining enough water to flood New York.  Bob tried not to

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From your friendly neighbourhood Hawk!!!!