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Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 05:10:02 -0500
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Fugitive Woman
A Story by Varangian
Copyright (C) 2003, Varangian



Fred eased his Buick onto the busy divided highway to begin the
second day of an aimless tour of America.  He felt relaxed and
refreshed after a sound night's sleep in a clean motel, a healthy
shit and a substantial breakfast.  The interstate entrance was a
mile down the road, and he would go in the direction of Chicago,
although that was not necessarily his destination.

About one hundred yards short of the on-ramp he spotted a woman
standing slightly crouched, head averted and arm extended.  A
hitchhiker's thumb indicated her intent, but the rest of her body
language suggested she was having second thoughts.  The denim
jacket she wore was too light for the chill of early spring.  Fred
slowed the car and stopped on the berm just beyond where she
stood.  He examined her in the side view mirror as she ran towards
him, learning that no companion raced from the bushes and that she
carried no luggage, not even a purse.

"I'm going west on the interstates," he announced when she jerked
the door open and peered at him cautiously.

Discerning no threat from the old man, she climbed in.

"Anywhere," she said, scrunching low in the seat after a hasty
glance out the back window.

She flinched furtively when cars sped past on the highway.  The
woman's behavior unsettled Fred.  But he could imagine several
reasons for it, not all bad, and experienced a rush of adventure
as he drove up the on-ramp and set the cruise control just above
the speed limit.  She soon sighed audibly and sat up straight in
the seat.

"How far you going?" she asked.

"To the Pacific Ocean!" he boasted.

"That's useful."

He noticed an Appalachian twang in her voice.  A quick glance
confirmed his first impression of a tall, slender woman about
thirty with a pleasant, almost pretty face.

"I'm not going there today, of course.  I'm stopping in Ohio or
Indiana for the night."

"It's far enough."

She spared her words as though she had a limited supply of them.
Sighing again, she relaxed her head against the backrest.

"Are you running away?" Fred asked after an interval of silence.

"Yeah."

"From the police?"

"No.  Nothing like that."

It was welcome news because he preferred risk-free adventure.
When, after a few minutes of silence, she offered no further
explanation, he glanced over again.  Her head lolled against a
shoulder.  She was asleep.  He noticed a blue welt on an otherwise
unblemished face.

With left leg bent comfortably he settled in for a long drive.  He
intended to speed along at 70 mph for the next three hours before
stopping for a break.  He wanted to see the country, but not as a
tourist.  He was a 65-year-old widower to whom presidential homes,
monuments and snake farms were of no interest.  His pleasure came
from viewing the passing scene, however boring it might become
when he reached the Great Plains.  As for his passenger, he
assumed she would ask to be dropped off before long.

* * *

"Where are we?" the woman inquired after a yawn.

"Still in Pennsylvania."

"Oh, god."

"Not far enough away from your troubles?"

She did not answer the question.  "Mind if I smoke?"

"Crack the window, please."  Fred turned his head to her briefly.
"I'll take you where you want even if it's off the highway.  I'm
in no hurry."

She did not meet his eyes.  "I don't know."

"Running away with nowhere to go?  I did that when I was
fourteen."

"Fourteen?"  She laughed.  "I wish I was fourteen again."

He gave her a wink.  "So do I.  But we'd probably make the same
mistakes."

"You're really going to California?" she asked, sitting up
straight.

"Among other places."

She gripped her hands between pressed knees.  "I'm a good driver."

It was a tentative, soft voice, but he heard her clearly.  "I'm
not going there directly," he said.  "I'm just roaming."

"Oh."

"But you said you had no place to go."

"California sounds nice."

His mind raced.  She was a good-looking woman, but she might be a
bitch.  He hadn't enjoyed a sexually inspired erection in over two
years and did not expect one ever again.  She could be trouble.

"You're thinking of traveling with me?  I'm not rich," he said.

"I'm flat broke, but I can work as a waitress."

"We'd have to share motel rooms."

She shrugged.

There was no way to shake her loose without being blunt, but he
rejected that.  In fact, he wanted company.

"What are you running from?"

"My husband and his nasty relatives.  I cut him."

"Cut him?"

"His face -- with a paring knife."

"And the cops aren't looking for you because of that?"

"That family won't report it.  They're all crooks of one kind or
another."

"Why'd you do it?"

She growled after a moment's pause.  "He beat me one time too
many."

He did not press the matter further.  That fell into the category
of  "other people's business".

The next silence lasted five minutes.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Christ!  You can tell by looking that I'm over twenty-one."

"I'm just curious."

"Twenty-eight."

"Any children?"

"A daughter, Nina.  She's fourteen and lives with my mother in
Tennessee."

Fred did not want to hear that story either. "You're welcome to
come with me," he said.  "What's your name?  Mine's Fred."

"Minnie"

"Well, Minnie, I intend to stop for lunch.  Are you hungry?"

"Starving!"

* * *

Although he considered himself beyond sexual ambitions, Fred could
not ignore Minnie's attractive stature once he had a good look out
of the car.  She was almost as tall as he and her snug jeans
covered long, slender legs.  She possessed breasts that were ample
but not overly large.  Her face was a delight -- clear skin and
delicate features showcased by shoulder-length, light brown hair.
She was not actually pretty, but her expressive lips, so animated
when she spoke or smiled, were particularly charming.

She became more voluble as they ate in a large restaurant not far
from the interstate.

"I'm serious about being a waitress.  I done it for years, and I
want to pay my way."

"We won't be stopping any place long enough for that."

"You mean you're just going to roam around?"

He shrugged.  "I've always wanted to do that, and now I have a
chance."

"You're retired?"

"Of course.  I had a small machine shop."

"Married?"

"My wife died a while ago.  She never enjoyed traveling."

"Well I don't mind it."

She watched him slurp tomato soup.  He was clean and reasonably
good looking for an old guy.  He seemed fit and had all his hair.
She assumed they would have sex, probably that evening, and the
prospect of it did not upset her.  It was only fair, in fact,
because she had nothing else to offer.

By the time they reached the Ohio border they had become relaxed
traveling companions.  Minnie poured over the road atlas.

"I've never really seen much of the Great Lakes," she said.

"That would take us north, not west."

"Are you in a hurry to get to California?"

"Of course not.  Okay.  We'll detour through Michigan, if you
like."

When she resumed examining the atlas, her lips twisted into a
grin.  The man had no plans at all, it seemed, and she would like
to revisit Traverse City.

"Look at that!" he declared.

Ahead of them stretched a long line of motorcycles, perhaps twenty
of them.  A couple of the machines had sidecars and several
carried women hugging the drivers from behind.  Minnie squirmed
low in her seat and averted her head from the window until the
Buick passed the troupe.

"Why did you do that?" Fred asked.

She straightened in the seat again.  "Elwood has biker friends all
over."

"Elwood?"

"My husband.  He has a hog and used to travel with a gang.  I went
along a few times, but I never liked it, because he sometimes
wanted to lend me out to them."

"And you refused?"

"Yeah.  Then he would beat me up."

Fred did not inquire further.  He considered the woman's history
more appalling than interesting.  By contrast his own had been
proper and straight -- hard work, diligent saving and loyalty to
one woman for over thirty years.  A child would have made his life
perfect.

"You can tilt the seat back," he informed her when she fell into a
doze.

He glanced over after she reclined, his eyes on the inviting jean-
clad thighs.  He assumed she was sexually available to him and he
regretted his inability to perform.

* * *

"I think we can stop for the night," Fred said, yawning.

It was still light, although the sun rested on the horizon.  They
were north of Toledo, just across the Michigan line, approaching a
cluster of restaurants, gas stations and motels.  Fred's
announcement prompted thoughts of being alone together with a bed
available, but they had differing expectations regarding that.
Neither of them, however, was particularly nervous.

He checked in while Minnie remained in the car.  When he returned
he sat still for a moment before driving behind the motel complex
to their room.

"There's some big event down in Toledo," he said.  "There was only
a single available."

"With two beds or one?"

"One."

Driving slowly, he squinted at room numbers on the doors.  She
wondered whether he would want to have sex before eating, but he
surprised her.  After lugging in a suitcase and closing the door,
he did not seek to touch her.  Nor did he leer or make any
suggestive statements.

"There's a restaurant within walking distance," he announced,
heading to the bathroom.  "But first, nature calls."

"When you're finished in there I'd like to take a shower," she
announced.  "I feel grungy."

Fred soon returned to the main room while a flush sounded behind
him. "Take your time."  He slipped past the woman without touching
her.  "I'll nap for a while."

In the shower Minnie soaped herself and worried that she had no
clean clothes.  Thinking his behavior odd, she wondered about the
old man who demanded nothing of her, at least so far.  She could
not imagine he would keep hands off after they were in bed
together, and she was prepared for anything.  She had done it all
before more than once.

When she came out of the shower she found him curled up on the
bed, sleeping with only his shoes off.  Except for a towel around
her head, she was nude -- deliberately so.  She was anxious to get
their relationship started, because without sex, she thought,
there was no reason for him to keep her.  Then she reconsidered
and went back into the bathroom to don bra and panties.  She
didn't want to be too forward and scare him away.

He started awake when she sat on the edge of the bed facing him.

"You're so pale," he said, ogling her bare thighs that pressed
together.

"It's been a long winter."

He raised up and placed a hand on her knee.  She parted them
slightly in invitation.  He snorted a laugh.  "Minnie, I don't
think god's own cherubs could arouse me at my age, but I
appreciate the offer."

"You're not so old."

"I stopped, ah, functioning over two years ago."

She stood.  "We'll see," she said, smiling at him.  "Do you think
I'm being awful?"

"You're lovely."  He extended an arm toward her, sighed, then
retracted it.  "Let's go eat.  Afterwards we'll get you some
clothes.  There's a mall on the other side of the highway."

* * *

They returned from dinner and shopping with different ambitions.
Fred, an early riser, was eager to sleep, even though with a young
woman beside him.  Minnie could not accept the notion that a
healthy man might be completely impotent.  She assumed he was
merely out of practice, that she could get a rise out of him.

"Let's sleep naked," she said after dumping her packages on a
chair.

"I'm not a pretty sight," he warned, "but I'd love to snuggle with
you."

"At least you don't have a beer belly like Elwood and his
friends."

They undressed in silence, glancing at each other's progress.  She
had a fine, mature body, he thought.  The slight flab at her waist
and the sagging breasts did not lessen his appreciation, because
he had not been nude with a woman this fine since his late wife
was young.  She observed a stringy old man with lots of body hair
and a soft penis that dangled two or three inches.  They climbed
onto the bed.  He immediately stroked her thighs and began to
suckle a tit like a baby.

"You can kiss me too," she said, sounding disappointed.  "I'd like
that.  We're friends, ain't we?"

"Of course we're friends, Minnie.  I just got carried away by your
lovely body."

As they kissed and played with each other's tongue, she gently
kneaded his member.  But it remained flaccid.  She rose up on an
elbow.

"I bet I could suck you hard, Fred."

He lay back invitingly.  "I've tried everything, sweetheart.  Soap
in the shower, Vaseline on the bed while looking at dirty
pictures.  Nothing worked, not even Viagra.  The doctor says I
might have a blood pressure problem.  He also advised me to see a
shrink."

"A shrink?  Why?  Are you crazy?"

"Not that I'm aware of.  The doc pointed out that the problem
began not long after my wife's death."

"What you need is another loving woman."

She went down on him, taking it all into her mouth.  She sucked
with determination and even fingered his anus, all to no avail.
She raised her head.

He protested, "Don't stop, darling!  I felt a tingle!"

"You're soft as ever, Fred."

"Please!  Do it some more."

He fondled her head as she resumed the effort.  A prickling
sensation in the knob of his flabby penis surprised him.

"Oh, Jesus!  Minnie!  Oh, Jesus!"

A small amount of semen entered her mouth.  She raised her head.

"You did that without getting hard!"

He sighed.  "It wasn't like when I was younger, but it's better
than nothing."

"Then I'll suck on you from here to California."

"What about you?  Do you want me to lick on you?"

"As you said, Fred, it's better than nothing."

He was eager for it.  He positioned himself with her legs over his
shoulders and began to lap with the experience of half a century.
She squirmed, moaned and eventually emitted a gasp.  He remained
in place, kissing and licking a thigh for a couple of minutes
before going at her again, producing another unspectacular orgasm.
He rose to his knees with a sore jaw.

"I guess that's not what you really want," he said.

"It was nice."

"Maybe I should get a cucumber or something.  That might be
better."

"I need meat, Fred, not vegetables!"

He lay alongside and embraced her, intending a kiss but stopping.

"You'd better brush your teeth," he suggested.

When she returned he was under the sheet.  She cuddled to him and
they exchanged friendly kisses.

"What sort of guys do you enjoy?" he asked.

"The wrong kind, I think.  At least that's what I usually wind up
with.  Not you of course."

"But I'm of no use.  I sense passion inside you.  I bet I could
have rung your bell when I was younger."

"Probably.  I'm a screamer.  I let it all out.  I don't like a guy
to hurt me, but rough sex really turns me on."

He toyed with a nipple.  "You prefer big cocks?"

"Fat ones!  And a guy banging me until I almost go crazy."

"I wish I could help you.  I'd love to hear you scream."

She nuzzled his head.  "I'll suck on you whenever you want, Fred.
And your licking felt good."

"But you'd rather have a young guy with a fat cock."

"I can't lie about that."

"Of course."  He snuggled her neck.  "But did you ever have that
sort of guy?  One you really liked?"

"Yeah.  I fell in love once," she whispered.  "But Elwood found
out."

* * *

After a late start the next morning, Minnie suggested they cross
the state and stop at Grand Haven on Lake Michigan, which they
reached in early afternoon.  She appeared to be familiar with the
place.

"I just love this beach!" she exclaimed.  "Have you ever seen such
beautiful sand?"

She stood looking out at the stormy inland sea.  Both her new
windbreaker and Fred's arms, embracing her from behind, protected
her from the chill.

He had become infatuated with her, foolishly he thought, because
it only widened his frustration at being old and useless.  The
effort that morning to stuff a soft penis into her had been a
humiliating fiasco, although she had understood and tried to help.

"Let's go north along the lake," she said.  "We can spend the
night at Traverse City."

He cupped a breast while snuggling her neck.  "You've been here
before, haven't you?  Are you looking for something -- or
somebody?"

"There's a place near Traverse City I'd like to see again.  It's a
yellow farmhouse where I was treated like a queen, at least for a
weekend.

"But you also want to meet a special guy."

"Of course I do, Fred.  I dream about special guys, but from what
I hear the one who sent me to the moon last year is in jail.  I'd
like to see his house where we did it on the lawn.  We couldn't
wait to get inside.  It was the happiest two days of my life,
until Elwood found out."

He was pleased she did not intend to meet anyone in Traverse City,
although he realized she would eventually go her own way. He
wanted to take her to California and drag out the trip for about a
month.

They stopped to snack at Bear Lake, reaching Traverse City before
dusk.  He suggested finding a motel, but she insisted on searching
for the house.  They drove up and down country roads past lonely
farmsteads and tracts of fields.  She became upset at their
failure to find the place.

"I know it's here somewhere," she whined.

He stopped the car and turned to her.  "It's almost dark, Minnie."
He caressed her leg.  "We'll look again in the morning."

She squeezed his knee in return.  "No.  It's really not that
important.  Let's get a place for the night and tomorrow we can
visit Charlevoix.  It's a pretty town, and it won't be crowded
with tourists this early in the season.  But first I gotta pee."

Fred put the car in motion.  After a while they spotted a
ramshackle cafe beside the highway with gravel parking area
illuminated by a single spotlight.

"This will have to do," she said, "because I can't hold it much
longer."

The place was empty except for the bored waitress, a young woman
morbidly fat.  Minnie went to the ladies room without asking
directions, and he sat at the counter to order a cup of coffee.

"Do you want anything?" he asked when she returned.

"Let's get out of here, Fred," she responded, pulling on his
sleeve.

She appeared to be in a hurry, tugging him across the parking area
but recoiling fearfully into his arms when four motorcycles roared
in from the highway and stopped near them.  The riders, men in
their thirties, wore leather jackets with metal studs.

One of them, sporting a bulging gut and a pigtail on his bald
head, squinted and called out, "Is that you, Minnie?"

She sought to flee, but the man grabbed her arm, shouldering Fred
roughly aside.

"Where's Elwood?" he asked, glancing at Fred then back at her.

"Let go of me!" she cried, struggling to get free.

"Where's Elwood?" the man repeated.

"He's not here!"

"What're you doing, Minnie?  Turning a trick with this old fart
here?  You can do better than that!"

"Let me go!  Elwood's not here!"

"Well, your fucking husband owes me!  And I'm in a mood to take it
out in trade."

The three other bikers crowded around eagerly.  Fred recovered
from his initial shock and pulled at the man's arm.

"Take your hand off her!" he shouted and tried to squeeze between
the two.

A hand from behind gripped his collar and pulled him to the
ground.  Someone kicked him.  He rolled away a few feet, rose to a
crouch and threw himself at the man holding Minnie.  A fist
smashed his face sending him to the ground once more.  Another
kick brought him to the verge of vomiting.  But he rose again and
staggered forward in an effort to reach Minnie, who was crying
hysterically.

But a shadow fell upon all of them.  The four bikers swayed back
fearfully.  Minnie, suddenly free, dropped wailing to her knees.
Fred glimpsed a large mass behind him.

"We ain't got no beef with you, Rogge," the man with a pigtail
whined.  Two of the others were fleeing, followed by a third.

A huge man carrying a shotgun stepped past Fred.  Pigtail backed
away, face twisting in panic.  A ham-like fist splattered it with
sledgehammer force, driving the man down on his back, pigtail
crunching into the gravel.  He lay still as if dead.

"Carsten!" Minnie cried.

She crawled across the gravel to the enormous newcomer, who lifted
her into his arms.  Though a rather tall woman, she appeared
childlike in his embrace.  Fred squatted on the ground near the
assailant, whose unconscious face suggested a serious accident.
He looked up to see Minnie's ecstatic expression in the area
lamp's glare, purest adoration in her eyes as she gazed at her
rescuer.

The giant looked past her to Fred.  "Are you all right, mister?"

"His name's Fred," Minnie offered from her perch, legs gripping
the man's waist.

"Can you drive, Fred?" he asked.  "We'd better get out of here
before there's more trouble."

The old man got to his feet painfully to stand beside Carsten
Rogge, who at 6'10" stood more than a head taller, and staggered
to the Buick, immediately learning without surprise that he would
ride alone.  Rogge carried Minnie to his pickup where she sat so
close to him that he had difficulty steering.  Fred followed their
vehicle along several country roads until they pulled into the
long driveway of a farmstead.  It was probably a yellow house, but
Fred could not discern the color in the dark.  He climbed from the
car to be greeted by Minnie.

"You were awfully brave, Fred!" she exclaimed, hugging him.  "And
I love you for it, but I won't be going to California now."

"Come on," Rogge called from the door of the house.  "Let's get
inside."

* * *

The grown woman did not appear awkward or out of place on the
large man's lap.  She alternately hugged his head and kissed his
face, making it difficult for him to drink from the beer bottle.
Fred watched them enviously from a seat on the couch.  Rogge soon
put aside the bottle to kiss the woman properly with his enormous
hand at her groin.

"It's just like last year, darling," she gasped.  "I can't wait!
Take me now!  On the floor!"

"With him watching?" Rogge complained, although he began to undo
Minnie's jeans.

"Sure.  He'd like to see it.  Wouldn't you, Fred?"

Fred would indeed, but he was too embarrassed to admit it.  Rogge
cast him a glance.  "I'm not that weird, Minnie."  The big man
rose with her in his arms.  "We're going to do this on my bed."

Rogge stepped past Fred carrying the woman, who peppered his face
with exuberant kisses.  "Help yourself to the booze and the
kitchen," he said over his shoulder before proceeding down the
hall with his enthusiastic burden.

Fred thought to leave, to get in his car and find a motel, because
without question his relationship with Minnie had ended.  He had
become very fond of her during the past couple of days and
regretted the loss, but the years had taught him to think
realistically.  He stepped to the front door but paused when he
heard a feminine squeal of delight.  It was a magic sound for him.
Her noises quickly became ecstatic moans and cries as he listened,
standing in the middle of the room, astounded by the feel of his
miserable cock thickening for the first time since his wife died.

He was drawn helplessly to the bedroom.  The door stood fully
open.  Despite the dimness inside he could see Rogge's naked bulk
covering the woman.  The only visible parts of her were raised
legs and arms that clung to his sides.

Minnie, lost beneath her lover, began to scream in orgasm, clawing
at her lover's back.  They fucked furiously until Rogge paused a
moment and barked loud grunts.  Shortly they resumed wildly as
before and continued for minutes while Fred fondled the wonderful
hardness in his trousers.  Minnie's noises peaked three more times
before Rogge paused again, gasping and pressing tightly at the
woman.  Finally he rose to his knees and looked over his shoulder
at Fred, probably alerted by the older man's shadow. Minnie lay
with flushed face and eyes closed, her parted lips smiling
serenely.

Though clouding up at first, Rogge grinned when he saw Fred's
expression.  He got to his feet and pulled Minnie up with him.   A
rivulet of semen coursed down an inner thigh, which she stopped
with the flat of her hand.

"I'll be right back," she said and dashed past Fred to the
bathroom.

Rogge leered at his guest and noted without rancor, "I suppose you
already know how good she is."

Fred nodded with a sigh.  "She's the best.  But at my age she's
more than I can handle."

The big man snorted.  "Just as well.  I intend to keep her this
time."

"Believe it or not, I'm happy for her."  Although regretting he
could never know her body again, he was nevertheless relieved
because he knew that even his renewed vigor could never match
Rogge's performance.

After a few drinks and supper, Fred left the house for a motel,
although Minnie had asked him to stay the night.

She came out on the stoop with him and leaned up to kiss him.
"Thanks for everything, Fred.  I'll always remember you."

"Is he the guy you thought was in jail?"

"Elwood swore he'd send him there."  She laughed.  "Then he
actually met Carsten."

"In there ..."  Fred hesitated.  "I couldn't help watching you two
together.  You loving it so reminded me, I guess.  I got hard,
Minnie; I got hard!"

Her eyes glowed.  "Hurry up and find yourself a good woman, Fred.
You deserve one who'll keep you hard until you die."

END


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