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My Second Life

6/8/2005

It had been four years. Laura had been gone that
long and
it still seemed like yesterday to me. I am Bill. I was married
to Laura for twelve years. Twelve wonderful and happy years.
Then in one terrible blow it had ended. Laura had been taken
from me by a stupid accident.

She had gone to the convenience store for a few things to
finish off dinner. She would just be gone a few minutes.
The next thing I knew a policeman was knocking at our door
with our local minister. There had been an accident. Laura
was gone. I can't remember much after that. She had
pulled out in front of a semi-truck. He couldn't stop
in time. Killed instantly they said.

Numbness gripped me for over a year. Friends tried to get
me out and about. I just sat at home and brooded. Insurance
money sat unspent in an account. I went to work still...each
day quietly hoping that I was having a bad nightmare. One
day I woke up and realized that Laura was gone. She was not
coming back.

It was a Friday, I called into work and took a sick day. I sat
around and cried, suffering a rude awakening. I had been
angry and lost for so long it seemed. I determined that from
that day on I would live. Live as best I could because life
was too short.

Still the emptiness in me haunted and tormented as I went
forth living. Two years later, I had dated a few
women. Nothing
I felt nothing and acted like I felt. Cold and alone. I could
see it was me, not them. I wasn't going to find anyone
else to replace my Laura. I guess deep inside I couldn't
let go of her at all.

One day, I just gave up trying to find someone else. It wasn't
working out and I hated making others feel miserable on
our ‘dates'. I spent more and more time just walking
around the city. I would visit the museums, the parks, libraries,
anything to occupy my time.

I noticed that I had been pushing my walks to go on the fringes
of ‘safe' and gone to the parts of town that most people
would not travel on foot by themselves. Nobody bothered
me. Nobody came near me or threatened me. I was left alone.
<br>
On one walk I noticed a young girl in cut-off jeans and a very
skimpy top hanging around the stairs to a rundown tenement
building. She just looked like she didn't belong there.
White skinned, blonde hair, nice body with a very nice chest.
A large black man came out and started to talk to her. She
looked afraid of him, yet she stood close to him. Handing
him some cash he gave her a small packet and turned and left.
<br>
She glanced at me with the look of a ghost afraid of it's
own shadow. Putting the packet in her pocket she started
to walk near me as I went on my way. Just behind me and to one
side I could catch sight of her from time to time. We got to
the park and she kept close to me. There were some bad apples
hanging around there, so I knew why she was closer to me.
I was her protection of sorts.

We walked around the park and on the other side she caught
up to me.

"Hey mister. Would you like some company? Uh...You’re
not a cop or anything are you?" I was a bit taken aback
for a second. At first I wasn't sure she was talking
to me. Then as realization dawned on her ‘offer' I was
a bit speechless.

"I'm not sure I know what you want."

"Well mister, I think I know what you would like. I
am worth it too. I can show you a real good time...if you know
what I mean."

"Young lady, you should be in school not out here...propositioning
strangers."

"Hey, you aren't my dad. I just offered to help
make you feel good for a bit not be lectured about how I live."
<br>
She turned away and left me standing there. I had just been
propositioned by a girl young enough to have been my daughter,
if I had one. Did I look so alone that she could see something
in me that I couldn't see myself? Or had I just looked
like some easy money for her to score?

That encounter stuck in my mind all that weekend. I was a
bit stunned that someone as young as her would be turning
tricks for a pimp. I found myself wondering about her and
her past. What had made her go this way? What had caused her
to begin selling her body for cash? Drugs?

The following week I became engrossed with work and getting
some contracts signed. After each work day I would go home
and work on the details, then go to bed. I didn't walk
around at all being so busy trying to get everything done.
That weekend the contracts were signed. I took the clients
out for dinner. We went to a nice restaurant and as we ate
I saw her. She walked by on the street, dressed in a very tight,
short skirt, low-cut skin tight top with no bra. She looked
like a cheap hooker on the prowl.

She was only in my sight for a short time. After dinner and
a few drinks I saw my clients to their hotel and then I headed
home. On my drive I went out of my way a bit and drove down the
street where I had first seen her with her pimp. There she
was, standing on the street corner, looking like a little
girl trying to look like an adult.

I pulled over, a reflexive action on my part. I didn't
know what to say, what I was doing. I was lost as she looked.
She came over to the passenger window. I rolled it down as
she leaned in.

"What'cha looking for mister...Oh, it's
you. What do you want man?"

"Um...I don't know. Talk? Can you talk to me?"

"Hafta charge ya, ya know mister? I charge by the hour...or
half hour. Fifty will getcha half an hour."

"Never mind. Sorry to have bothered you."

"What the fuck's you're problem man? Fuck
off fucker!"

She stood up and angrily walked away from the car. I was stunned
at her speech and her reaction. Then I remembered that she
was a hooker, and to her time was money.

I rolled up my window and drove away. I was troubled with
my actions. Why had I felt a need to pull over to talk to her?
What was I trying to do? I went home and sat around wondering
if I had become so desperate that I was about to resort to
hookers for my sexual pleasure. Searching deep inside
myself I realized that was not why.

I slept the troubled sleep of old the next few nights. I couldn't
get her out of my mind. One day at work as I opened my desk drawer
it hit me. She looked an awful lot like Laura had at that age.
Same hair, same breasts, same body. How had I been so blind
to have not realized this right away?

I didn't see her around after that for quite some time.
Then, one night as I took a walk I came across a huddled mass
in the park sitting on a bench. Cuts and bruises all over
her face and shoulders. Crying into dirty clothing and
looking like hell.

I sat next to her, not touching, but close. She looked at
me with a mixture of fear and suspicion. I didn't say
a word. Sitting there I began to feel like a fool. What was
I doing? I didn't know. She continued crying and then
sobbing a bit she began to get up. I held out my hand, offering
her my hanky.

"WHAT?"

"You look hurt. Can I take you to the hospital?"

"FUCK YOU! I can take care of myself. Go away. Leave
me alone."

"I was just trying to help."

"Yeah, sure, just like Alphonse. I'll help you
little girl, then next thing you know here I am a whore on
drugs getting beat up for fun by my johns."

"That's not what I meant. I want to help you. What
can I do for you?"

"Just leave me alone. You are all alike. Men use women
like me and give us nothing but pain. Go away and leave me
alone!"

"Look, you're hurt and obviously without a roof
over your head. I have some money...not a lot with me, but
take it. At least get a motel room and something to eat."
<br>
Grabbing the money out of my hand she looked at me then turned
and ran into the night. I sat there for a bit thinking. I questioned
my motives and then my actions. I was lost in thought when
a shadow fell over me. Looking up I saw a large man standing
in front of me.

"Hey man...you seen a sweet young thing around here?
Blonde, short skirt, nice tits?" "No I haven't. Is she someone
important to you?"
"Ha ha ha...no man, not important. She's just
one'o my whores ya know? Alphonse has the best white
whores in town."

"So, you're her pimp then?"

"Yeah, that's what I am. Lil bitch ran out on me
earlier tonight. I needs to teach her some manners. Can't
be leaving the johns ya know what I mean?"

"Perhaps she doesn't want to work for you anymore...Alphonse."
<br>
"Oh, you don't get it do ya? She has to work for
me or she ain't working at all. That's the rule
ya know? My turf, my girls, my whores. Them's the rules."
<br>
He left me sitting there. I was sure that if he found her she
would get hurt even more. I had to find her before Alphonse
did. I got up and headed off in the direction I had seen her
running to. I walked for an hour, never seeing her at all.
Giving up I turned and started to head home. I decided to
take a short cut and go down a street I had never been on. As
I walked along in the darkness I heard something in the shadows
near a dumpster. Listening I realized it was someone crying,
a girl.

I went over and in the dim light I saw it was her. Crouched
on her knees in the corner of the building. I reached down
and took her by an arm.

"You are coming with me, to my place. You need a bath
and some sleep in a nice warm bed."
"Why are you doing this? Don't you know what I
am? What do you want from me? What, are you some kind of kinky
bastard?"

"Look, even I don't know why I am offering to help
you. Lord knows you haven't been very friendly to me.
I just can't leave you on the street for Alphonse to
find later. Come on. In the morning you can think about what
you want. Right now you need a bath and some rest. Also something
on those bruises."

I pulled her along with me. She followed reluctantly, but
docile enough. As we neared my block she began to pull back.
<br>
"I can't. I can't go with you. You live in
a nice hood. I can't be here. Your neighbors, they will
not like me."

"Hey, I could care less what my neighbors think. Come
on...you've made it this far. I may have some clothes
that will fit you. My late wife's, but I think you two
were the same size."

I got her to my house with a bit more arguing, and in the bathtub.
I left here alone and went to the closet. My wife's things
were still hanging there. I hadn't been able to remove
them as of yet. I liked the smell of her in those clothes.
I found a pair of jeans, and a blouse. Looking around in a
drawer or two I found a bra and panties too.

I dropped the clothes off at the bathroom door and then went
to the kitchen to make up a late dinner for two . Just
as I finished,
she came in and sat at the table. Clean and fresh, even with
the cuts and bruises here and there, she still looked quite
beautiful. Her hair was in a large ponytail hanging down
her back. I noticed that she had not worn the bra.

"So, was your bath soothing for you?"

"Yeah. Why did you bring me to your home? You're
not going to be a kinky bastard now are you?"

"No, I'm not a ‘kinky bastard' as you say.
I just wanted to try to help you in some way. You seem...that
is to say...look, I just wanted to help you because you looked
like someone I... who needed it. That's all. Besides,
if I were a kinky bastard like you are thinking, do you think
I'd tell you that?"

"Yeah? Well, most people don't help like you
do. The other day...you stopped by in your car...what was
up with that?"

"I honestly don't know. I guess I wanted to talk
to you. Maybe I am curious why you are doing...why you...look,
I'll show you to your room. If you need anything during
the night just feel free to get what you want."

I showed her to the spare bedroom. While she was looking
around, I got some more of my wife's clothes out and
took them to her.

"Your wife was just my size. Where is she? Did she leave
you for someone else or something?"

"No. She um...passed away a few years ago."

"You still have her things in your room? Man, that's
fucked up. You should have gotten rid of that stuff as quickly
as you could. Not good to have things like that hanging around
to remind you."

"Well, thank you for your advice Dr... I'll be
sure to take that to heart tomorrow. Good night. I'll
make breakfast in the morning if you want."

Her flippant diagnosis of my problem irritated me and I
spoke sharply to her.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be
so...well...mean. Um...thanks too, for everything."
<br>
"Yeah. Good night."

"Night...what's your name anyway? I mean, you
have been helping me so well here, we should at least know
each other's name. Mine's Shannon."

"Well Shannon, I'm Russell. Sleep well."

I went to bed that night with a mixed heart. Part of me was
angry at her snippy little commentary on my having not gotten
rid of my wife's things. Like I could just throw her
things out just like that and not have it bother me. Her things
were my only connection with her now and I still missed her
so much still.

The other thing that was bothering me was why I had reached
out to help a young woman who was probably a druggie and definitely
a hooker. Could I sleep safely tonight at all?

I slept roughly and several times I got up and walked by the
spare room checking on her. From what I could tell, she slept
very well all night. Just at daybreak I slept a bit then got
up started breakfast.

Shannon came into the kitchen just as I was about halfway
finished making our morning meal. I had made bacon, eggs,
pancakes, and cut up some fresh fruit. She looked around
as I set the table and finally started talking to me.

"Good morning Russell. Or would you prefer Russ?"

"You may call me either. Laura, my late wife, used
to call me Russ. It works."

"Do you miss her? Your late wife I mean. She's
been gone for how long?"

" Three years now. So, are you hungry? Breakfast
is
served."

I cut the conversation since it was uncomfortable for me.
She was way too much interested in my past and I was not interested
in explaining anything to her about my keeping Laura's
things like I had.

As she ate she looked around at the kitchen. I could see an
interest in her eyes. I could tell that she liked the way
everything looked.

"You keep a pretty clean house for a guy."

"Thanks. Not a much of anything else for me to do when
I'm not working."

"So... are you seeing anyone? You know, dating?"

"I dated a bit...gave it up."

"You must have loved her a lot." "Yeah,
you want some more pancakes or bacon?"

"No. Why do you change the subject every time I mention
your wife?"

"I don't."

"Yes you do. Too painful yet? You must have been a close
couple. Not like my mom and dad. I'll bet it would have
been great to be your daughter."

"We didn't have any children. Laura had a physical
problem that made it so she couldn't get pregnant."

"Oh. That's too bad. I can't have kids either.
A john beat me pretty bad one night put me in the hospital.
I was bleeding pretty badly down there; found out that he
had messed me up enough that I will never have kids."

"Why? Why do you do what you do when it causes you so
much pain?"

"Hey, gotta live ya know? Alphonse used to take pretty
good care of me but he has some new girls now so I am down on
his list. I don't bring in as much as I used to. Getting
too old or maybe to used up."

I was stunned at how matter of fact she was talking about
her life of prostitution. She acted like it was no big deal,
that people in her line of work got used up fast. She couldn't
have been much past seventeen if that old.

"Do you want out? Would you like to go back to school
and get a degree or learn a skill other than...um...?”
<br>
"Hooking? Fucking for money? I have a good skill.
I can fuck and suck with the best of them. It's what I
do."

"You don't want to find something else a little...shall
I say...safer?"

"Once I wanted to be an engineer. My dad laughed at
me. Said women were only good for one thing only and that
was having babies."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I think you would have
made a great engineer."

"How would you know that? You've only seen me
as what I am...a hooker. How could you think that I would
have made a great engineer anyway?"

"I don't know. My wife, Laura...she was an engineer,
mechanical engineer. A damn good one too. You remind me
of her."

"Yeah...I saw her picture in the living room. Is that
why you want to help me? I look like your wife? You want me
to pretend to be her? Take you to bed and hug you close...kissing...touching
you...just like she did?"

"NO. You can't...she was...I'm not looking
for a replacement for my wife. You may look like her in some
strange way, but I do not want to be intimate with you like
that."

This young girl was upsetting me greatly. I did not fully
understand why I had reached out to help her at first, and
even now I was wondering why. Shannon had a way of directly
asking questions that seemed to drive to the heart of me.
<br>
"Oh...afraid you'll catch some disease? I am
STD free...well as far as I know anyway. Look, I need to repay
you for the clothes and taking care of me."

She stood up and began to strip her clothes off. I turned
away and left the kitchen wanting to be away as far as I could
get from her. Deep inside I wanted to...have her. She reminded
me so much of Laura that I couldn't help myself. I knew
that she wasn't Laura though, and that she was far too
young too.

I went into my bedroom and waited for a bit. I heard her go
into the living room and turn on the TV. Thinking that she
had given up trying to ‘pay me back' I walked out only
to see that she was stark naked laying on the couch spread
legged. Her hands were in her crotch, playing with herself.
<br>
Her pussy was shaved, and I could see that she was very wet
there as well. She looked up into my eyes and then lifted
her hands up and out towards me. Her breasts were heaving,
nipples hard as she sat there showing me everything she
had to offer. "Come over here and help a girl out will
ya?"

"No...you have the wrong idea. I just wanted to help
you. You were hurt. You just needed someone to help you out.
I don't want to...to...have you that way."

"Oh really? Then why are your pants tented out so far?
Pickle in your pocket? I can see that you need a woman. Come
on...I won't bite. Hell...I won't even charge
you."

She jumped up and began to stalk towards me. I backed up.
I felt the bedroom door at my back and I knew that was the last
place I should be headed to. I turned and walked quickly
into the kitchen, going right to the sink. I busied myself
with the dishes, putting them in the dishwasher.

I was shaking. I had wanted her. I had wanted to take her in
my arms, hold her close to me. Lay her down on the bed and...I
shook my head. My mind was mixed up now. Why had I decided
to offer to help her anyway?

She stood in the door to the kitchen, naked. Her face smiling
at my discomfort. She was holding her breasts up and out,
licking her lips. She had no shame at all.

"Look. You misunderstand why I helped you. I just
wanted to..."

"You wanted to be close to someone that reminded you
of your wife...Laura. You wanted to have your wife with
you again. I can be her for you if you want. I won't mind.
I'd even like it. I think you would take care of me and
not hurt me. So why don't you come on over here and have
me? I'm willing."

"No. I can't. That's not why I helped you.
Yes you reminded me of my late wife. I just can't...you
are not...please...don't."

She gave up then. She sighed and turned to walk into the guest
bedroom. Later she showed up dressed in Laura's jeans
and an old white shirt. She looked quite beautiful and even
a bit happy under that facade of toughness.

"Thanks for the clothes. They fit me pretty good.
Your wife must have been exactly my size. So...you miss
her quite a bit yet huh?"

"Yes. I miss her quite a bit."

"Why don't you move on? Find someone else? There's
a lot of fish in that sea you know."

"Tried...just didn't feel right. How about
you? Why are you ‘living' as you put it, like you are?
Why not go home to your parents and..."

"Look, my mom is a drunk. My dad used to beat me and when
mom was too out of it to provide him with some...'fun'
he would come and use me. From the time I was eleven. I ran
away and never looked back."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know..."

"Yeah...well don't worry about it. I can take
care of myself pretty good. I've done alright this
long anyway."

"So...how old are you? Really I mean."

"Nineteen, almost twenty, Two months."

"You look a bit younger."

"Yeah, that's why I was so popular with Alphonse's
customers. I look younger than I actually am. Most of his
"clients" like very young girls. With my pussy
shaved clean and my hair in pigtails I look about twelve
or so."

"That's sick."

"That's life pal. Most men are dogs. They want
sweet young virgins to have their rocks off in and to use
in anyway they feel. Then they want to dump them in the gutter
afterwards."

"Some men maybe, certainly not all men. Nor most men
either."

"Yeah, well I see men acting and doing things you probably
don't even want to know about. My experience has shown
me that any man will do or try to do a young girl. It's
only natural. We are softer, better shape to our bodies
yet, haven't had a lot of kids or gotten stretch marks...more
desirable. Youth and beauty you know?"

"That may be for some men. How about when you get older?
What happens then?"

"Mister, girls in my line of work don't get too
much older."

"So, why not change your line of work?"

"How?"

"Go to school, get a degree in something that interests
you."

"Takes money, lots of money. I can't do that and
live too. Gotta earn a living somehow. Gotta eat you know?"
<br>
My heart was pounding. My thoughts were running faster
than I should have let them. What I was about to do...my wife
would have kicked my ass for even thinking of offering.
Yet...deep inside I felt...maybe not. I plunged ahead
with my thoughts in any case.

"Look, I have some money. You could stay here and go
to school. I'll put you through college...any college
you want. You can get a degree, become what you want to be.
I'll pay your way full."

"Are you nuts? You want to pay my way through school?
You don't even know me. Why would you want to help me
like that...knowing what I am?"

"What you are is a young lady that has had a tough time
so far. I am offering a way out for you. I have it. Let me help
you. No obligations, no hooks, no strings, no rules. I put
you through school, you get a degree in something that you
want to do."

She looked at me like I was crazy. I probably was. I know my
co-workers would have been shocked and even questioning
my sanity for this. All I knew was I felt I had to help this
girl out.

"I can't. I can't take your money like that."

"Yes you can. It's not my money anyway. It's
my wife's insurance money, from when she died. It's
just been sitting there, unused. I don't need it and
quite frankly, don't want it either. If it can help
someone out...such as you, then it will have gone to good
use. Let me help you."

"Alphonse. He'd kill me. He will be hunting me
down as it is anyway. He'd never let me go to school."

"Look, you don't have to go to school here. You
can go anywhere you want to go. I'll set you up in an apartment
or on campus. On me, I will pay for everything. You just have
to learn and get good grades. Get that degree and be free
of Alphonse forever."

"I don't know. It isn't right. It's
your wife's money that was intended for you, not me."

"It's my money. It is right. What could possibly
be wrong with using that money to do some good for someone?
I'll tell you what, nothing. If you don't use it,
that money will just sit there, never being used."

"You're one crazy motherfucker you know that?
I was just bullshitting you anyway, I don't want to
go to college, I just want to...I like..."

"So, you just tell me what you think I want to hear then?
Is that it? I'm just a John you are trying to please?
Look, I think that you can be a whole lot better for yourself.
I'm offering you a way out. Take it. People don't
get breaks like this very often in life."

"Yeah? And end up being in a classroom and seeing an
old John in the same class, or maybe even the professor having
been a John of mine? Then what? I can't go to school.
It's too late for me."

"Shannon, it's never too late. What would you
love to do if your past or problems at the present didn't
matter? You must have some kind of dream you look forward
to."

"Why do you care so much? I'm just trash, poor
white trash. A whore, for the right price you can have me
anyway you want. A prostitute, nothing."

"You are a person. A human being, a beautiful and intelligent
human being."

"I'm a whore, paid for sex. That and I have a little...problem
with...drugs. I kind of like my crack you know. Right now
I would fuck a football team for enough to get a baggie from
Alphonse. It’s starting to bug me a bit. I need a fix, know
what I mean?"

"You need to quit the drugs."

"Oh yeah...tell me something I don't know. Look,
I'm hooked on this shit. I have no real choice in the
matter anymore. I gotta have that fix and soon."

"How about I take you to the hospital and get you some
help?"

"Yeah...right."

"No, really. I really do just want to help you. Shannon,
you deserve a better life. A nice home, a good person to share
with. Let me help you to find that life. I want to help you.
Please?"

"Well, it's your money and life. I can tell you
that it won't be a whole lotta fun. I've seen people
come down from crack before. It isn't pretty. I do want
off this shit though."

"Then you'll do it? Let me take you to the hospital?"

"Yeah...ok. Lets go before I change my mind though."

I took Shannon to the hospital. There, an ER doctor looked
her over and first treated her cuts and bruises. As he did
he kept giving me dirty looks. At that point I didn't
think much about it, until the cops showed up that is.

"Excuse me sir. Did you bring in that young lady over
there?"

He was polite, but firm. His dark blue uniform and hat seemed
to make him larger than life. His height was somewhat more
than my own six feet, so I was a bit intimidated.
I was confused
for a minute, until I realized that he had been called by
the doctor most likely.

"Um...is there a problem officer?"

"She has been roughed up a bit hasn't she?"

"Yeah, her pimp."

"So...you're her pimp then?"

"NO. I'm just helping her out."

"Let me get this straight. You're helping out
a hooker? Haven't you ‘helped' her out enough
already?"

Suddenly I knew that they all thought I had beaten her. I
could see trouble in the near future. I hoped that if Shannon
told the truth, they would believe her. I had doubts about
that now too.

"Look, I found her on the street and..."

"That's usually where one finds hookers pal."

"I was out walking, she was laying in by a dumpster
crying. I took her home and cleaned her up, gave her a place
to sleep, then brought her here for treatment of her..."
<br>
"So, she wasn't quite as tough as you figured
then huh?"

"What? No. I mean it's not like that at all. Look,
I was trying to help her. Her john beat her up, she is strung
out on crack. I'm just trying to help her out. A person
can still care can't they? Or is that illegal now too?"
<br>
I was beginning to get angry. Who did this clown think I was
anyway? I had done nothing wrong and he was more or less accusing
me of beating a hooker up in some kind of sick way for pleasure.
<br>
The thought of hitting Shannon repulsed me. She was just
a girl, a young, beautiful creature that needed help. The
cop was looking at my ID as he listened to me, then he called
in. A bit later his partner came up and whispered in his ear.
<br>
"Hey, look. I'm sorry. We were lead to believe
that you brought in this girl because you beat her. The doctor
called us. Well...his nurse did. It's what they do
nowadays you know? You check out. Um...by the way, sorry
about your wife. I was there that night."

"Yeah. Thanks. Are you done then?"

I was fuming and then his mention of my wife caused a roll
of pain to shoot through me. Dammit I still hurt. And he had
been there that night.

"Wait...one thing officer...Watson?"

"Yeah?"

"That night...when you..."

"Look...we were first on the scene. She was already
gone. She probably never knew what hit her."

"Thank you for that. I have wondered...morbid I know,
but it has bothered me."

"You'd be surprised, or maybe not. Quite a few
people wonder about things like that."

They left and the doctor came up. His first words to me were
the start of an apology to me.

"Um...I'm sorry, I have to report any suspicious
things like her marks. So much abuse these days."

"I understand. You could have asked her first maybe."
<br>
"Well, in situations like this we usually let the
cops ask. Works out better in the long run. She has a drug
addiction too you know. Are you her father then?"

"No. I'll take care of the bills though. Here's
my credit card..."

"Oh, you'll have to take that to the billings
office. They will be more than glad to take your money. I
need someone to sign for her treatment though."

"Isn't she of age? She told me she was almost twenty."

"Hmm. I'll have to check out her story then. Can
I ask you one thing though?"

"Why am I helping her when I know what she has done,
what she has been?"

"Uh...yeah. You have to admit it is kind of strange."

I could see he thought I was some kind of pervert yet. I just
shrugged and looked into the room where Shannon sat.

"She reminds me of someone I cared very much for once.
I'm trying to pay back a debt to that person."

"Oh I see."

I could see that he in fact didn't see, but I didn't
care.

Shannon ended up staying in the hospital for the night.
In the morning when I got there I half expected to see that
she had left to go back to Alphonse. I was mildly surprised
to find her waiting for me in her room.

"Good morning."

"Hey. Bet you thought I ran out on you last night didn't
you? Didn't expect to find me here yet did you?"

"Honest? Yes. I had a thought that you just might have
gone back to Alphonse."

"Nope. You're stuck with me now. You're
gonna regret it too. I have to talk to a shrink this afternoon.
For the drug rehab." "Ok. Here?"

"Yeah."

"Where would you like to go in the mean time?"

"Oh, they want me to stick around. Guess the doctor
thinks I'll run out or something."

"Okay then. What would you like to do in the mean while?
Magazines? TV? Anything I can get you?"

"I still don't know why you are being so damned
nice to me. Why are you so set on helping me out like this anyway?"
<br>
"Because I want to, that’s all."

"You're about the weirdest man I have ever been
around. You're...nice. That's it...you are
too nice. Most men would either buy me or just ignore me.
You...you're trying to help me. That's a first
for this girl."

"Like I told you before, not all men are mean. Matter
of fact, most would probably lend you a hand if you needed
it."

"Yeah, right, and get a piece of me in return afterwards
too. I'd even bet money that they'd get their piece
of me beforehand."

"Well, I'm not. I genuinely want to help you out.
You have a hard time ahead what with your addiction and all.
I will be here to help you each step of the way."

"What are you getting out of it?"

"Let’s just say...satisfaction. I'm going
to get satisfaction of knowing that I was able to help a beautiful
young lady become something better."

"Lots of other deserving ladies out there Russ."

"Well, I found you first."

Shannon spent the next four months at the hospital.
I went
to see her each day and hold her when she had shakes, bring
her magazines and soda's. I was becoming quite close
to her by the time she had finished her treatment and was
ready to be cut loose.

During this time I began to have feelings of love for this
young lady. I would go to see her, visit as long as I could,
and then go home and think about her all night. Once in a while
I would be visiting her and something she would do or say
would cause my cock to get hard. I successfully hid that
from her each time.

The day I brought her to my home from the hospital she looked
like a normal and beautiful young teenager that was coming
home with her father. You could not have been able to tell
that just a few short months ago she had been a streetwalking
hooker with a drug addiction.

The first night home, I set her up in the spare bedroom and
even got her some personal things at the store on the way.
She was quiet and laid down for a bit as I made dinner. When
I went to get her to eat I listened before knocking at her
door.

I could hear what sounded like crying. Knocking softly
I waited.

"Y-yes?"

"Uh...dinners ready if you are hungry. It isn't
much special, but I think that it's going to taste good.
Ummm...are you alright?"

"Yes...yes. I'll be right out Russ. I just need
to go to the bathroom first."

When she came into the kitchen I could see from her red-rimmed
eyes that she had been crying. We didn't speak much
as we ate and then Shannon helped me clean up the dishes afterwards.
I kept debating whether or not I should mention her red eyes
but she took that away from me right as we finished the cleaning.
<br>
"I really want you to know that you have helped me far
more than any man has ever helped me before Russ. You are
the first person to do things for me and not ask for anything
in return. I...I don't know how to repay you, but I will
somehow someway. Thank you."

As she spoke to me tears fell down her cheeks. Not being able
to help myself I put my arms around her and hugged her close
to me. I could feel her tense up as I did, and realizing why,
I released her quickly.

"Sorry. I was just...I thought that you...I am proud
of you Shannon. You have come a long ways from when we first
met."

Shannon looked into my eyes without speaking. Then she
suddenly reached out and put her arms around me, hugging
me. I was careful to not do the same as I did not want her to
tense up again. I felt bad about that.

"I'm sorry Russ. I should have known that you
of all people wouldn't have wanted something from
me a minute ago when you hugged me. Bad memories I guess."
<br>
Reassured, I carefully put my arms around her and hugged
her lightly. Shannon buried her head into my chest and held
me close. I could smell the fruity essence of shampoo fragrance
in her hair as I held her. My heart began to beat faster, and
embarrassed, I released her, afraid that she would know.
<br>
She looked up at me and smiled. A mischievous and knowing
smile. Her arms were still around me and her lower body was
tight against me yet too.

"Hmmm...why did you stop hugging me Russ?"

"I...uh...well...you..."

"Got a bit turned on didn't you?"

"No...well...yes. But I didn't want you to think
that I..."

"Russ, you are the first man to ever treat me decently.
You have given me so much and I have given you nothing in return.
It's alright if you want to..."

"NO. Look Shannon, you are a bright and beautiful
young lady. I'm older by far and truthfully, I just
want to help you. That's all."

"Hmmm, well, you should remind your cock then Russ.
It's got a mind of it's own it seems. I didn't
know that you were so well endowed either."

I pushed her away. She had begun to grind her crotch into
mine, and my erection, which had sprung up while hugging
her, had given me away. I was shaken. My mind was racing,
looking for answers to questions that I hadn't even
thought to ask of it yet.

"You have an effect on me Shannon. It isn't good.
I'm too old for you and..."

"Russ, Russ, Russ. I've had far older than you.
I‘ve had older, younger, meaner, nastier, and even more
dangerous men than you. But never once a man as nice and thoughtful
as you. I think that you and I having it off in bed together
would be fun...even great. After all, I do owe you still."
<br>
"You don't owe me anything. Look, I want to help
you with no strings attached. Can't you just leave
it at that? We can't have...we can't do..."

"Oh really? I have what you need Russ. A nice warm pussy,
shaved, wet, ready for you. Your cock is nice sized, and
very hard. I'm an adult, so are you. You are free and
so am I. Look, I want...no...I need you Russ. I need you to
fuck me hard...all night long. I want you to make love to
me too. I want you to be the first man to actually make love
to me. Please? Make love to me?"

"Oh God...Shannon...I...I...just can't."

"Give me a chance. Give yourself a break Russ. You
need a woman. You need a woman's touch. I want to be that
woman. I want to be your woman. Let me be your lover. You know
that you want to deep down inside. I have seen you look at
me. I have seen your hard-ons at different times, I know
you want me."

"It's not what I wanted. I just wanted to help
you Shannon. I didn't have any ulterior motive. I'm
not trying to trap you into fu...having sex with me."

"God Russ...I know that. You have been so nice and
good. Getting me help, offering to send me to college, everything
you have done for me. In that time in the hospital I...I came
to love you Russ. I love you. Is it because of my past? Is that
it? I'm STD free you know. They checked me several times."
<br>
"No, it's not the STD's. You love me? Like
a father perhaps. I'm so old compared to you. I love
you too Shannon. But...I... you..."

"You really need to let loose and tell me what's
on your mind Russ. You love me, I love you. Lovers should
fuck. Pretty simple, we need to try each other out a bit in
the old sack. I'm dying for a good fuck and I know that
you have been for a longer time."

After saying that, Shannon began to strip off her clothes.
I was shocked, then mesmerized as I watched her body come
into view. I didn't stop her, I didn’t even try to stop
her. I just watched as she took off all of her clothes and
then stood before me naked.

Her breasts were jutting out, firm and ripe for plucking.
I could see her clean-shaven pussy, wet with her desire.
Her body was open and her obvious comfort with showing herself
to me made it very hard for me to breathe.

I stood there like a statue and she began to undress me after
a bit. Again, I did nothing to stop her, letting my clothes
be removed from my body as she undid them. My cock was throbbing
as she pulled my underwear and pants down my legs and her
face was just inches away from it.

I could feel her hot breath as her hands caressed my legs
starting from my ankles. Suddenly, her tongue shot out
and licked the head of my cock in a long swiping motion. I
moaned, holding still, loving the feeling of that tongue,
yet afraid of who was giving that feeling to me.

"Mmmm...Little Russ, meet my tongue and lips. They
have wanted to get to know you for quite some time now."
<br>
Her voice cut through the thickened air in a warm and sensual
way, causing my cock to throb and bounce in front of her.
The next thing I felt was her lips encircling my shaft, and
tightly holding it as she pressed her head down, down, down.
She didn't stop until her lips were grinding against
my pubic hairs at the base of my cock.

She slowly moved back up and I opened my eyes to see her eyes
on me. Looking into each others eyes, I could see a smile
of sorts as her lips pulled off my cock, then before I could
do anything, she pressed those lovely lips around my shaft
and took me fully into her throat again, watching me as she
did.

Her eyes never left mine as she began to shove my shaft back
and forth, sucking my cock with an experience and knowledge
that no woman had ever shown to me before. Shannon wasn't
doing this out of duty or because she had to. She was doing
this because she wanted to. She was making love to me with
her mouth and throat. I could see that in her eyes and in the
way she worked me over.

I wiped a tear away from my right eye. Embarrassed, I broke
eye contact and looked around the room, then closed my eyes,
enjoying the feelings and touch of a lover's tongue
and lips. I knew at that moment that I had loved her for quite
some time. I finally admitted it to myself. I loved her.
<br>
My emotions were running all over the place. I kicked myself
mentally. I was a man, not supposed to cry over stuff like
this. I just couldn't help myself. All this time since
Laura had died, and now I finally find someone to love. I
was torn because of the wonderful blow-job I was getting,
the feelings of love and need deep inside me coming out full
force, and of course the age of my lover.

I put my thoughts behind me, wanting to enjoy this sexual
encounter to its fullest. For the first time in years I felt
alive and I wanted to keep this feeling forever. I placed
my hands gently on Shannon's head, feeling her hair
as she began to bob up and down on my hardened shaft.

She brought me right up to the edge of my orgasm, and then
backed off, holding me close but not letting me go over.
She was a master at this and I had no choice but to let her do
her work. After a bit, she pulled off my cock and moved to
hold me close. I picked her up, since we were still standing
in the kitchen, and carried her into my bedroom.

Her bottom cheeks ground against my hardness as I carried
her, her arms around my shoulders. She was kissing me all
over my neck and cheeks, almost causing me walk into some
furniture on the way.

Laying her on the bed I moved up between her legs on my knees.
I began to kiss her thighs, licking and sucking gently as
I worked my way up, moving to her now dripping wet slit. I
could smell her need, and my need was pushing me too.

When my tongue first ran along her pussy lips, she moaned
loudly, and grabbed my head in her hands. I let her guide
me, but I kept control of my tongue, holding it close in until
she let up a bit on my head. I began to give her long slow licks
around and up through her pussy, tasting her need, loving
that taste.

She was shaking, moaning, and soon, crying. I kept up a steady
rhythm, licking and sucking her pussy as lovingly as I could.
I worked her up and over into her first orgasm. Her hands
held me tightly to her spasming pussy as she came hard, then
relaxed a bit shortly afterwards.

I moved my tongue to the sides and around her lips, being
careful to not touch her now very sensitive clit. I licked
and sucked a bit more, until she began to squirm around,
getting worked up again.

As she got close to cumming again, I backed off and moved
up between her legs, letting my cock rub her wet pussy lips
and clit for a bit. Our lips met and our tongues tangled in
a heated and passionate duel to explore each other's
mouth.

She moved her hips down a bit and suddenly her hand wrapped
around my shaft and guided it to the mouth of her hot and wet
opening. Holding me firmly, she rubbed the head of my cock
around her hole until neither of us could stand it anymore.
<br>
"God I want your cock in me. It's so big and hard.
I've waited so long for this moment too."

Releasing me, she rolled her hips up and took me fully into
her very tight and wet pussy as I froze with the intensity
of the moment. It felt so wonderful, so hot...so wet...so...my
mind was in overdrive with the feelings and emotions of
the moment that I just couldn't think at all. It had
been so long since I had done anything close to this.

Shannon bit my lip pretty hard, bringing me back to reality.
I began to thrust in and out of her clasping tightness, loving
each little bit of movement along the way. Soon I was driving
hard in and out, grinding on my thrusts forward. Shannon
was moaning and screaming as we fucked. I actually worked
up a sweat, as we joined like two animals in the wild.

"Umm...baby, fuck me. Give me your hard cock. Yessss...Ohhhhh...fuck
me Russ. Harder!"

My orgasm washed over me just as I felt Shannon's hit
her. I became lost in the spaces of mind- bending pleasures
and shot my copious load deeply inside her. I could feel
Shannon's pussy muscles working my shaft over, milking
me dry.

I rolled off of her body and pulled her in close to me, hugging
her tightly. Together we laid there not speaking, just
enjoying each other's presence. After a bit, Shannon
moved to roll up on top of me and began to kiss me all over.
<br>
I held my arms around her as she showered me with kisses.
Our tongues met and fought a bit, and then we were kissing
as lovers. Her hands on my cheeks as she drove her tongue
in and around my mouth, seeking out to touch me in places
she hadn't yet.

She began to move down, licking my nipples, and then my belly
button a bit, before taking my soft cock, wet with our juices,
into her mouth. Soon, she skillfully had me hard as steel
again. This time she kept sucking on me for quite some time,
and as I got close to cumming, she looked into my eyes. She
pulled off me long enough to say:

"Fill my mouth. I want to taste your cum Russ. Fill
my mouth with your cum."

This would be a first ever for me. Laura had never taken a
load of my cum into her mouth. Shannon looked into my eyes
and kept sucking and licking, begging in between for me
to cum in her mouth.

Soon I was close and sensing that, Shannon took me fully
into her mouth and down her throat, watching me. I felt the
stirrings and then began to orgasm. Shannon never let up,
keeping me buried in her throat as I shot off my second load.
Afterward, as I came back down, she licked and sucked me
all clean.

Moving back up into my arms, she snuggled in close and held
me.

"I love you Russ. This is the first time I have ever
had sex with someone I loved like I love you. I wanted to give
myself to you. Thank you for accepting me Russ."

"Oh Shannon, I love you too. I am so happy that...well,
we found each other. I needed to love you I think. And I do...I
really love you."

"Yeah? You needed to love me huh? Hmmm. More like you
needed to get your rocks off. You shot a huge load in me both
times too."

Embarrassed at her twist of my words, I looked into her eyes.
<br>
"Shannon, I do love you. I'm not sure when nor
even why, but I do love you."

"Yeah, I know. Look, I'm in love with you, you're
in love with me, but we need to go slow with any relationship
thingy okay? Someday my past will come up and you will have
problems with it."

"Don't you think I have beat myself up over this
very thinking already? I just want to accept you into my
life Shannon. I need you, and you need me, well you needed
me. Now, you can do whatever you choose. Your life ahead
is open to what you may want to do for yourself. If our relationship
is in that picture, then I'll be a very happy man. Regardless
of your past, I know I love you.

Several weeks passed and we made love constantly. I'd
come home from work and Shannon would have dinner ready,
the house cleaned, and anxiously wait for me to eat so she
could begin to strip me naked. I found that she was sexually
a very aggressive and horny young lady. I had my hands full
trying to keep up with her.

"You know...you'll put me into an early grave
what with all this sex we've been having. I never even
had this much sex with my late wife. You're wearing
me out Shannon."

Looking into my eyes seriously, she thought for a moment.
<br>
"Russ, if you want me to back off I will. I'm just
so happy at the moment. I've never been happier. I have
you, I'm in love, and I'm living better than I ever
have before in my life. You make me so happy and I know you
love me so much, I can't help but wanting to fuck your
eyeballs out every day."

"Well, I love that too. I'm just saying that someday
I will slow down. Whether by my own choice or by nature taking
over for me. But I do love you in either event. That I want
you to know for sure. I've been thinking too...about
you...me...everything."

"Uh-oh. You've been thinking huh? About us?
What about us?"

"Well, where do you want to go to school? What do you
want to be? Where do you see us in the future? A month, a year,
ten years? I'm curious what you are thinking about
us."

"Oh. Well, I've thought that we would talk about
it sooner or later. I'd like to go to school yes. I'm
not sure where or when. I'd like to try to get a degree
in mechanical engineering if I can. I'd also...that
is to say...you and I could...well...what are your thoughts
Russ?"

"About us?"

"Yes."

"I know you want to take it slow. I'm so much older
than you and..."

"Age doesn't matter to me Russ, you know that."

"Ok...I know. But...well, I'd like to ummm...you
know...I'd like for us to have...some...permanence
in our...relationship."

"Permanence? Like married?"

"Uh...yeah. I'd be very happy if you would marry
me Shannon. I'd really like that a lot."

"My past."

"I don't care. I love you. I want you. I don't
care what others may think of it all. I mean...how many times
have you been called my daughter now... four or
five that
I know of?" "Yeah, five times. It doesn't
bother me, but I am afraid of what you think when that happens?
I would love nothing better than to be your wife. To be your
best friend, lover and all that goes with it doesn't
require us to be married though. I don't want you to
feel obligated to ask me to marry you because we have been
having sex Russ. Or because you feel you owe it to me. After
all, my past hasn't reared its ugly head yet."

"Shannon, right now you are my best friend my lover
and my companion. I think we should get married. I want you
to wear a wedding band that I give you, put on your finger.
Just as I want to wear one from you that you put there for me
too. I know we haven't been together very long and all.
I know that I'm quite a bit older than you too. The one
thing I know above all else...is...I love you. I truly do
love you."

"Can we wait a few months before we decide Russ? I mean,
trouble may still come up and you may change your mind. Or
I may change my mind. If we get married, I want it to be forever.
That's what I always wanted as little girl growing
up. Be married and in love with my husband. But I want to be
very sure before I go there. Mostly for you than me. After
all, my past as a hooker and drug addict are not the best qualifications
for a spouse are they?"

We decided to put any talk of marriage on hold for six
months.
Marked on the calendar in bold red marker that date we would
talk about marriage again. I fixed my sights on that date
and lived each moment for the day we would be married.

One day, three months after our talk, I got a phone
call at
work. It was Shannon and she sounded upset. I picked up her
message off the answering machine and left for home immediately,
worried about her. Arriving home there was nobody there.
I noted the open back door and a broken glass on the kitchen
floor. Looking around for a bit I could find no sign of her.
I got in my car and drove around, looking for any sign of my
love. Nothing, it was as if she had been swallowed whole
by some unseen force.

Then, after some thinking I drove past where I had first
seen her. Looking around as I sat in my car, parked on that
street I scanned the buildings. One window was open above
the stoop where I had first seen her giving Alphonse the
money for the drugs she was buying. For just brief instant
she was silhouetted there, then the curtains were drawn.
<br>
I grabbed the tire iron out of the trunk of my car and ran up
the stairs to that floor. I walked down the hallway, listening
at each door until I finally heard a loud argument behind
one. I could hear Shannon yelling something and that was
all it took.

I put my shoulder against the door and it fell open. It hadn't
been locked. There was Shannon and Alphonse arguing in
the living room. As I approached Alphonse Shannon was staring
at me with relief and fear.

"Yo...what the fuck you doing in my crib sucker?"

"Let’s go Shannon, Time to leave." "You...the
slut isn’t going anywhere's with you. You just get
the fuck outta here before you gets hurt honkey."

He had moved to face me and I swung the tire iron that I had
held behind my back during my entrance. Hitting him alongside
the head he went down hard and while not out cold, he was quite
disoriented.

I took Shannon by the hand and we ran down to the car and raced
out of there. She was against me all the way home and crying.
Clinging to me as we walked inside the house she started
to calm down.

"He just walked in. Drug me out the back door to his
car. He...h...h...he was parked in the alley. He forced
me inside and then took me to his place. He was mad, very mad.
I think he would have killed me Russ. I really do. I've
ever seen him so angry. He was yelling that no wh...wh...whore
of his ever ran out on him...ever."

"It's all right Shannon. You’re safe with me
now. I'm going to call the cops. He kidnapped you and
that is against the law. He's in for some serious trouble
now."

"They won't do anything. It will all come out
Russ. The cops will find out I used to be one of his girls and
that will be the end of it."

"Not if I have any say it won't. He is about to find
out that you are not one of his girls anymore and that I will
protect you as best I can too. I know just who to call too.
Officer...Watson. He kinda knows me. I think he will press
hard on this. He's an upright kind of man."

"But...what about afterwards. They won't keep
him very long. He has good lawyers working for him. They'll
get him off."

"Let me take care of it all Shannon. It will be all right.
Trust me."

I called the cops and Officer Watson was who they sent over
at my request. We talked about what had happened since that
day in the hospital and he looked around the house. He seemed
to believe what I told him and I held nothing back from him.
<br>
"Well Russ...I'll make sure that Alphonse goes
down for this. Kidnapping is something that he has done
in the past but there were no witnesses to the event and he
got off. Never found the body or the person that he kidnapped
either. His record will take him down."

Arrested that afternoon Alphonse made the evening news.
His bail was refused and he was remanded over for trial.
A few weeks after that Shannon and I were sitting at breakfast
when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Russ? Officer Watson here." "Oh, hi.
What's up?"

"Thought you would want to know. Alphonse died last
night in jail."

"What? What happened?"

"He picked a fight with the wrong guy. Something about
a bad deal a long time back came up in it too. He won't
be standing trial now. But he got that jailhouse justice
it seems."

I told Shannon and she wept. Not for Alphonse, but in relief.
That evening I took her in my arms and hugged her. Then, not
letting her go, I asked her the question that had been on
my mind for so long now.

"Shannon...will you please marry me?"

She said nothing keeping her head buried in my shoulder.
<br>
"Shannon? Please? Marry me? I can't go on like
this. I love you so much. I know you have feelings for me too.
Please...lets just get married.

I felt her shoulders shaking then. Her hot tears on my neck
and her breathing jumpy she pushed back from me.

"Yes. Yes. Yes I'll marry you Russ. I've
wanted nothing more than that ever since that day you saved
me in that place of Al...Alphonse's. I wasn't
sure you still felt that way about me...it hadn't come
up. But yes...I will marry you."

As she said that last bit she attacked me. Shannon had my
shirt and pants off in seconds and was working on my shoes
as I struggled to keep standing. Then she pushed me backwards
until I fell onto the couch.

Sprawled out there she reached down and grabbing my pants,
jerked them off my legs and threw herself onto my body. Rubbing
and touching me all over she proceeded to kiss me, then kissing
me down...down...down until my hard cock was receiving
all her attention.

Looking into my eyes, hers still full of tears, she began
to suck on my cock. Never losing eye contact with me, she
worked me over until I began to cum. I shot off in her mouth
and she swallowed all I gave her.

Still staying there, she sucked and kissed and licked me
until I was hard once again. Then she moved up and straddling
my lap, took my hard shaft into her tight pussy. Rocking
around and up and down, she fucked me for a long time. Her
arms around me, our lips together, tongues exploring.
<br>
My orgasm was a long and very strong one. For whatever reason,
it seemed so much better now that she had said yes in marrying
me. Mind over matter? I didn't care...I was in love
and loving every second of my soon to be wife's loving.
<br>
It was a warm spring day as we stood on the green grass at the
cemetery. Shannon placed the vase of flowers on Laura's
headstone as I stood by.

"I think you'd love her Laura. She just graduated
with her B.S. in Mechanical Engineering. I know I love her,
as much as I loved you."

"What'd you say Russ? I couldn't hear you."

"Oh...I was just mumbling to myself."

"Oh really? I've never heard you mumble to yourself
before."

"Okay...I was just telling Laura about you. How much
I loved you and how you just graduated and everything."
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"Oh. That's a good thing...right Russ?"

"Oh yes...a very good thing. You know...I think that
Laura would have loved you too."

"Maybe, But if she hadn't died and things gone
the way they did, we would have probably never met. Besides,
I was a hooker then, and most wives are...lets just say they
don't care for hookers. Like me...I know you have never
brought a hooker home or matter of fact, have anything to
do with a hooker as long as I'm around buster."

"Yes dear."

"Don't you yes dear me bucko."

She was smiling as we walked away. In my heart, I know that
marrying Shannon was the right thing to do and I also know
that Laura was ok with that too.

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This as all your stories are GREAT!!!!

6/9/2005

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This deserves something more than excellent.

6/9/2005

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That was one of the best stories I have read on here. I hate
to sound naive but is it true?

6/9/2005

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this is ti first of your stories. It was very moving as well
as sexey. I will look for others to read

6/9/2005

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ending was predictable...but it was extremely well written...definately
AdultFriendFinder top honors!

6/9/2005

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Excellent story!!! I will be looking for others you're
written... or will write... this is now one of my favorite
of favorites.

6/9/2005

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I would have to agree with the others that was great. By chance
do you write books or other short stories because if you
don't I think you should. Just my .02

6/9/2005

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WHAT A FANTASTIC, MIND BLOWING STORY, KUDOS, WELL WRITTEN
AND I HAD TO READ IT TO THE END, REALLY ENCAPTURED. THANK
YOU.

6/10/2005

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Outstanding job! A pleasure to read well-written literature
on AdultFriendFinder - a rare find indeed. Keep up the fine work. I look forward
to reading more of your erotica.

6/10/2005

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You are to be commended for utilizing the full range of human
emotions! Thanks for another fabulous story!

6/10/2005

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Really great story... loved it.

6/10/2005

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Thank You
Stories written are the only way we see the different sides
of people we come in contact with. Life is so much better
when we help
someone to overcome and adapt to what life deals them.

6/11/2005

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Great story!!! Really keeps the reader engaged!

6/12/2005

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Great story. I loved it

6/13/2005

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First if it's kind i've read from this site. Very
well written. A roller coaster of human emotions! Boy,
if I had that talent, I would've written a book or somethin'.
Kudos to you! I hope to find more of your masterful pieces.

6/20/2005

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I was captivated. It was like reading a novel. Two thumbs
up!

6/29/2005

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WOW!!! That was awsome! Most stories just tell a about a
sex moment, yours was actually a story! Awsome!!! It was
very in depth and just one of those stories when u can just
see everything in your mind! Very Good!! I LOVE IT!

7/2/2005

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The best story i have read in ages it had me rivitted to my
chair from start to finish.

7/11/2005

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Phenominal! Excellent. Captivating! I will look fro others
you have written.

8/17/2005

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This is a beautiful story man. Thank you for sharing it.

6/2/2007

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I can only wonder at those people who rated this story only
"so-so" or downright disliked it! Yes, "Polly-Anna-ish"
(for example, it's said that most prostitutes can't
make faithful wives), but not impossible - and if it did
happen (and presumably there are at least a few cases where
such a thing has come true!!), wouldn't that be wonderful
for a young maiden to so be delivered out of such a horrible
beginning?!?


Think about it: by her father, a drunken mother (was
it because of her husband?!?), running away from a terrible
household in an attempt to save herself - and then being
degraded another way via prostitution??? Come on, when
it happens that somebody IS saved this way and is able to
seize it, it's a day to REJOICE and EXULT!!! All the
more so when this man could TRULY give of himself without
thinking about any return, because his first wife's
shadow was so strong upon him, and this lady really falls
in love with him while he ensures nothing incestuous results.
Yes, the odds are most high against such a thing; but were
it to really happen (and everything is possible in life!),
why not???

1/9/2012

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And in case it's a difference of age, with one seeing
trouble in the future: given the circumstances of the forming
of this bond, especially over time, I suspect that were
such a story to happen with the people in this story proving
to be profounder than enough times is the case, I think this
kind of love is the kind that will overcome ALL obstacles!!!



Yes, were such a thing to happen, it would be a red-letter
day for most of us!!!

1/9/2012

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dam that was wrote good if it was a book i woundnt put it down
till i was done hope you got more like these if do keep them
comeing

5/13/2012