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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "A Child's Dreams" (Mg, cons, incest) Chapter 1
Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 02:10:06 -0400
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A Child's Dreams

{ASSM} (Mg, cons, incest)



By Simple Man (C)2003





WARNING - Like all Simple Man stories, this story contains sexual activity
between a child and an adult.  It is complete fiction.  If you are reading
this warning and find the subject matter offensive, then please stop and
ignore my stories in the future.  SM



For Frank McCoy



     Peabody Coal, employed every able man in this town, and paid pretty
good wages for working in the mines, but still, I hated my father coming
home so dirty and dead tired.  We lived in a company supplied home of
exactly four rooms, and when you subtracted the bathroom and the kitchen,
and the small living room, only one room was left, a bedroom.  Daddy walked
through the screen door and immediately smiled as he saw me.  I'm his 10
year old daughter, Penny.

Mom had died with the fever, the same one that left so many men without
wives now, a year ago.  I was all Daddy had, and his need for me was for
what my mom would have done for him.  Wash his coal blackened body in the
tub, fix him a hot meal and fix his lunch for tomorrow, only to be followed
by doing the laundry so he would have fresh clothes to wear.  I would listen
to him snore after supper, interrupted by an occasional snort as his
breathing steadied again.  When my chores were done I slept on the floor in
the living room after washing myself with the used dishwater.  Water was
rationed and I had to use almost all of our allotment bathing my Daddy.  It
was not much of a life, but it was our life, and a girl that complained was
worthless.  I desperately did not want to be worthless.

     Morning brought a hot oatmeal breakfast, my handing him his lunch pail
and a kiss from him on my cheek.  He would walk out through that screen door
and the cycle would repeat itself, day after day.  I had missed so many
birthdays that were never remembered that I simply lost interest in how old
I was and it just didn't matter any more.  While I was making his bed I
noticed something under his pillow, a small gift wrapped package tied with a
bright red ribbon.  There was no nametag and I carefully put it back where I
found it.  Was it a gift from someone, or for someone?  I had no clue, but
suddenly I felt pretty good, just knowing that something was going to
change, and I sure needed that, whatever it would be.

     "Do you think she knows?"

     "Naw, she's not a snoop, she don't know!"

     "What do you think she will say when you give it to her?"

     "Got no idea!"

     The two men sat on a ledge in the mine shaft having their lunch while
the canary in the cage sang to them, happy to be around people again.
Neither of the men minded the bird's song and cared only that it could sing,
for if the bird died the worst would be happening, deadly methane gas, and
with the coal oil fired head lamps, that meant an explosion, the most
dreaded danger in the mines.  With blackened faces the two men talked.

     "She sure is a pretty little thing, you're really lucky!"

     "Yea, she is, but you still got a wife, I don't know who is luckier!"

     "You gonna do it tonight, you know, give it to her?  Bet she will be
all over you afterward, now that's lucky."

     "Don't really know yet, still thinking about it."

     The canary stopped singing and the two men looked up in alarm, but the
bird was cleaning itself and merely stopped singing until she was done.  In
this town, the men worked in the mines and everything else was a she to
them.  It was plain and simple, if you didn't know what sex it was, it was a
she.

The men finished their lunch and headed back down the mine shaft to resume
work.  There was no straw boss, every man worked.  The year was 1941 and
coal was a booming business for Peabody, the Mine Safety Act would come a
few years later as would the Unions.

     Penny cleaned the house with the only thing she had, and the broom was
wearing out.  But she did the best she could and that was all anyone could
ask of her, young or old, all women were in the same boat.  She carried her
laundry basket to the lines out back of the small house only to find her
next door neighbor doing the same.  Talking was strained as the 10 year old
talked with the 45 year old woman.  They had little in common except for the
work they did, which was always the same for the both of them.

     The 3:00 PM whistle blew and Penny raced back into the house to fix
supper.  It took more then 20 minutes for the men to return to the surface,
then another 10 minutes to stow their tools and finally head for home.
Today however, Penny stood in the street waiting for her Daddy to appear.
She was a little more dressed up today and she hoped he would notice.  The
mystery gift had given her hope, something almost unknown in this town.  She
watched her Daddy walk up the street, his lunch pail swinging from his arm.
He was a strong man, powerfully built with more muscles than she had ever
seen, and when she bathed him there was always this feeling she got, not
quite sure of what it was.

     "My, my, don't we look pretty today!"

     He did notice and my heart skipped a beat just knowing that.  For some
reason he looked better just now, oh, he was still dirty and covered in coal
soot, but there was something more, a look in his eyes maybe, yes that's
what it was, a look in his eyes that were looking at me.  He was not looking
at me like a father; he was looking at me like a man with a need.  Do you
think he would, naw, probably not?  Why would a grown man want a little girl
like me to warm his bed at night?  But I had hope enough for both of us.



End of Chapter 1

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