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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.

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.

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."
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."
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 seen a sweet young thing around here?

Blonde, short skirt, nice tits?" "No I haven't.
Is she someone
important to you?" "Ha ha 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."
"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."
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.

"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'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 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."
"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
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”
"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.

"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.

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?" " 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 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'

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. 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." " 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?"
My heart was pounding. My thoughts were running faster

than I should have let them. What I was about to 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.
" there a problem officer?" "She has been roughed up a bit hasn't she?"
"Yeah, her pimp." "'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..."
"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?"
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.

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.

"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. 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.
" 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."
"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

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?"
"Because I want to, that’s all." "You're about the weirdest man I have ever been

around. You're...nice. That's are

too nice. Most men would either buy me or just ignore me.'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

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.

"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."
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.

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?"
"" "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."
"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 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."
"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."
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

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.

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

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.

"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

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.
", 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.

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

"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.

"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'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.

"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" "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 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

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 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 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
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.

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

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.

"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.

"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 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.

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.

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."
"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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I don't know if it is true but it sure kept me reading
until the end. I have never read such an amazing story on
AdultFriendFinder before you should keep writing them maybe even a part
2 to this story
Thank You Buck


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Wonderful wonderful story. Even though long it was well
worth the reading.
I was wondering if there were any real love stories on here,
and now I know of one anyway.


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very touching story!I hope you'll be happy together
always, Good Luck!


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Your story was the best I have read in quite some time. Please
grace us with another very soon. Keep them coming and it
is a tough act to follow.


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Score 7.3

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A truly wonderful story! Anyone who reads this will be touched
deeply...if they're not, they have a very cold heart!
Thank you for sharing with us!


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This story would make a great movie- well done. I just hope
the sex scenes are not cut out for TV.


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Although, I felt I knew the story, I was surprised how convincingly
sincere it was written. The cliche was in the outline but
the writing as I have found all your stories...excellent!
Thanks again


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You are gifted to write stories and you should be publishing
books for the general public pleasures. Not only you would
make others happy, but you would gain $ out of it. Congratulations...


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You give me hope. That someone will one day find me and love
me through my pain. If this is a true story then God bless
the union. It was truly wonderful to read about someone
finding love and not just some lustful situation. I agree
with ol'faithful you should write a book. Your word
painting skills are excellent.


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Best I've read ...not just here, but anywhere ... best
love story indeed.


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Great story.


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You are the best, HRRS. I am so glad you have this marvelous
talent and share it with everyone. I am happy to call you
friend and love each story you post! Keep up the good work!


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What a woderful and human story! What a pity there arn't
more people in this world like Russ.
thanks for writing such a sensitive story of good over evil.


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I have admired your work for a while now, but this
completely awing. Extremely powerful, even though it
may be construed as mildly cliche in some regards, your
imagery, and story, and powerful characters, just blow
me away. I second, third, and fourth what has already been
said here, in that you need to write a book. You have an amazing
talent with words, and it needs to be shared with more people.


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what awonderful
story GREAT


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Score 7.3

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I first read this story more than 4 years ago....I really
enjoyed it then & enjoyed it just as much today. It's
very well written, and very creative....sounds very real
as if it's true....who knows, maybe it is???