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The Ripe Girl
by Varangian

Spring, 2005


I first encountered Connie as I jogged along a path in the park near my
condo.  She was ahead of me, running slower, so I had a moment to ogle
her lovely body.  I was struck first by the long legs, which were
well-fleshed yet slender, especially the pale thighs.  Then I noticed
ample upper arms and shoulders that were a bit broad.  This was not a
small woman, I thought as I passed her, unable to glimpse her face,
which was turned aside.  She was perhaps five-eight and maybe 125
pounds.

"Good morning," I said as I ran ahead.

She mumbled a response.

Passing her again two days later, I took care to note ample tits not too
large for my taste.  Still I failed to see her face, once more turned to
her right.  I jogged on, amused by an image of fucking a sexy women with
no face.

The next day, encountering her just as before, I decided to pause on a
bench up ahead and study her fully as she jogged towards me.  I was
surprised to learn that she was just a kid, a girl apparently of
sixteen, despite the fully mature body, and that her previous reticence
must have been accidental.  To my surprise she winked unmistakably at me
as she passed.

"I'm an old man," I shouted after her.  "You shouldn't tempt me."

She stopped and faced me.  God!  She was a lovely big girl!

"Tempt you?  What do you mean?" she asked in a soprano voice.

"You winked at me."

"A bug got into my eye."

Her grin belied that explanation.

"Besides," she added, "you're not so old."

"When you're over thirty you think you're old."

"So, you're thirty one?"

"Thirty two."

"I have a cousin that age who doesn't think he's old."

"A kissing cousin?"

"Wouldn't you like to know!"

"You speak well to be American.  Are you Canadian?"

She looked at me with a small smile on her generous lips.

"I go to St. Catherine's, where we're taught both good English and
Latin."

"St. Catherine's.  That's a girl's school."

"Unfortunately."

"I went to St. Ignatius.  We didn't have girls to distract us.  Who is
your favorite Latin author?"

"Catallus."

"Really!  He said some nasty things about his former lover, Lesbia."

"He's very passionate, and  he loved her even though she had betrayed
him."

"So you disapprove of Lesbia?"

She grinned.  "I'd stay faithful to my guy."

Her face was not exactly pretty, although it was powerfully attractive.
She was a ripe girl.  God, was she ripe!.  I struggled not to ogle too
obviously the junction of her thighs.

"What do you do?" she asked.

"I'm a corporate lawyer in a law firm."

"Do you make a lot of money?"

"Of course.  Why else would I do such work?"

She emitted a nervous giggle.  "I'm Connie," she said.

"Tom Thesperian.  A pleasure to meet you."

"What kind of name is that?'

"Armenian."

"Oh."

"And how old are you?" I asked.

"Seventeen -- almost."

"Well, in my old man's opinion, you're a fine looking girl."

"You're not so old, like I said, and thanks for the compliment."

The freshness of her unblemished face extended to the rest of her
exposed flesh -- the thighs and calves that seemed so adult, the upper
arms and neck that invited kisses.  And the belly!  It was slightly
rounded and soft looking, a delight I would have loved to press my face
to while kissing below it.

"Do you have a boy friend?" I asked.

"Why do you want to know?"

I winked at her.  "Because if you don't, maybe I have a chance."

She barked a brief laugh. "I like older guys," she said then turned away
and resumed jogging.

"Wow!" I thought.


* * *


The next day she sat beside me on the same bench.

"Why haven't I seen you jogging before, Connie?  I've been running this
route for the past two years."

"I decided last week that I needed to lose weight," she replied.

"You're not overweight!  To shed any of what you have would be a shame.
You're delightfully soft looking."

"What you call soft, Tom, I call fat.

"You're just right the way you are.  Are you trying to please an
unreasonable boy friend?"

"I've never had a boy friend," she stated, looking into my eyes to
emphasize her declaration of virginity.

I laughed.  "Then I have a chance with you."

"Maybe," she responded, rising.  "Like I said, I prefer older guys."

Then she ran off.  It was a delightful game we played.  I did not for a
moment suppose that I would ever do anything more than talk with the
lovely girl.

We met each day for the next two weeks.  I learned that she would turn
seventeen the following month, that she didn't date because of parental
strictness.  She also let me know, without being explicit, that she was
curious about "life", which I assumed meant sex.  I decided that my
chances with her had improved, if only for a hug and a kiss.

"Do your strict parents wait at the door for you after you finish
jogging."

"Almost, except on Sundays."

"What happens on Sundays?"

"They go to church and stay until one o'clock.  I've refused to join
them since I was twelve."

"Then would you be willing to have brunch with me some Sunday?  I know
of a fine restaurant."

"Ha!  Go to a fancy restaurant in jogging clothes?"

"You could bring a dress along and change."

"Behind the bushes?"

"No, at my place.  I live nearby."

"So do I."

"Then you could return home and change."

She gave me a devilish grin.  "You really want me to do it where you
live."

"It's up to you."

"I'd like to see your house, Tom."

"It's a stand-alone condo in a complex two blocks from here."

"I'll be there Sunday after nine.  What's the address?"


* * *


My door bell chimed at 9:20, exciting me, because I had not been certain
she would come.  She had on a pale green summer dress that clung to her
shapely body.  As usual her brown hair was tied in a pony tail.  She
wore white anklets and black pumps.  Her fresh, attractive face was
unmarred by cosmetics.  I assumed her jogging clothes were in the large
purse.

"Come in," I said.  "Make yourself at home."

She entered and immediately began to look about, going from the living
room through the dining room to the kitchen.

"You're very tidy," she said.

"I have a woman in twice a week."

"How many bedrooms?"

"Three.  One for my office, my own and a guest room."

"Do you have many guests?"

"On occasion, but sometimes the guest room remains unused."

She giggled and a flush came to her pale cheeks.  "You said you don't
have a girl friend."

"I don't, but I'm not a monk."

Almost as tall as I, she stood unnervingly close.  I ventured a hand
onto her left upper arm to experience a curious shock at the touch of
her soft flesh.  She did not move away, but turned her head aside with
teeth on lower lip.  I raised the hand to palm her cheek.

"You needn't fear me, Connie.  We're just friends.  Besides I'm too old
for you."

"No you aren't," she whispered.

She allowed me to embrace her.  Indeed she put arms around my waist.  I
felt the heft of the fully mature young woman, though illicitly young,
who was redolent of soap and shampoo.  She made a slight sound when I
kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder, licking the spot.  But
when I moved my lips to her cheek, she refused to turn her face for a
proper kiss.  We remained in the embrace for minutes, her head against
mine and chin on my shoulder.

"Perhaps we'll kiss someday," I said, softly.

She did not respond.  I thought that she was desirous yet terrified
of the possibilities of intimacy, relishing the embrace as a safe
compromise.  I stood back with both hands on her lovely cheeks, thumbs
rubbing across her eyebrows.  She had a frightened expression on her
face.

"Are you afraid of me or of yourself?" I asked.

She gave me a weak grin then pulled me close again to place her head on
my shoulder.  I did not seek to kiss her lips, but I tongued her ear and
neck.  I could tell that she had become excited.  I could almost smell
it.

"Do you want to jog or go out to breakfast?" I asked.

"I brought my jogging clothes."

"Then you can change in the guest room."

She stood back from me and smiled grandly, her usual cocky self-
assurance having returned.

"You won't peek?"

"Not unless you want me to," I replied.

I showed her to the guest room upstairs and went to my own.  After
quickly changing I stepped into the hallway to find her door open and my
guest standing next to the bed in bra and panties.  She exuded
fecundity!  The mature size of her, the fully developed breasts, the
hand-width separation of upper thighs beneath the cotton fabric of her
panties caused me to groan inwardly.

We stared at each other, neither moving away from the open door nor
closing it.  She allowed me to ogle her shamelessly, perhaps enjoying a
situation not at all innocent yet safe.  I stood still for a minute,
savoring the sight of her long, exquisite legs and the soft curve of her
belly.

"You're very beautiful," I said, stepping into the room.  "Would you
rather I wait downstairs?"

She shook her head then nodded.

"Which is it?" I asked, smiling.

"I don't know," she almost whispered.

We both moved forward and into each other's arms.  This time she allowed
me to kiss her lips, the touch of which brought my cock up against her.
She must have felt it, but she did not move away.  Although she returned
the kiss with enthusiasm, meeting my tongue with hers, her inexperience
was obvious.

I sat on the bed, pulling her down with me.  We reclined across it with
feet on the floor.  Leaning above her, I palmed a lovely cheek and gazed
into her rich brown eyes.  Lust enflamed me, but something more profound 
accompanied it.  I moved the hand down her neck and onto her left
breast, cupping it.  Before I could fully gage its firm softness, she
scooted onto the bed and lay face down.

"I'm sorry," I said, lying next to her.  "I shouldn't have touched you
like that."

She turned her head away from me without responding.

"Do you want to go jogging?  Or perhaps you'd prefer to go home."

She remained silent.

I placed a hand on her back and stroked up and down from the hem of her
panties to the clasp of the bra.  Then I fondled her far shoulder,
leaned down and kissed it.  I placed my head next to hers and nuzzled my
face in her fragrant hair.  My hand continued to wander between shoulder
and back, relishing the touch of her flesh.

"Do you want me to leave?  Do you want to leave?" I whispered.

She shook her head against the pillow.

"I promise not to touch you again like that."

"I don't mind the touching," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.

What a curious girl, I thought.  She could not make up her mind.  Our
intimacy frightened and confused her, yet she would not get up and
leave, nor would she turn over.

"I'll stop the instant you tell me to," I promised.

She did not protest when I undid the clasp of her bra and kissed down
her spinal cord until my nose brushed the hem of her panties.  I sat up
to explore with a hand the backs of her gorgeous thighs, which were
pressed tightly together.  For long minutes I stroked and fondled them
as well as the cheeks of her butt.  I could hear her pant in excitement,
but she refused to part her thighs when I sought to wriggle fingers
between them.  Then I laid half atop her and touched her cheek with my
lips.

"I want to give you pleasure, Connie," I whispered.  "Please turn over."

Instead, she buried her face in the pillow, denying me even her sweet
cheek.

In frustration and with a bit of anger, I rose and sat on the edge of
the bed.  I gazed at her wonderfully developed, long legs and the
expanse of her back.  Physically she was fully mature and would grow no
larger, but she was still a kid, illicitly young.  I stood, giving up on
her, at least for the moment.  I wished she were a few years older so we
could have a very serious love affair.  I felt more than lust for her.

"Where are you going, Tom?" she asked when I stepped to the doorway.

She raised her upper body slightly on an elbow, turning to face me.  I
could see the swell of a breast when the bra fell loose.

"I think you should get dressed and go home," I said.  "I'll wait
downstairs."

"Don't leave!" she exclaimed with an anxious expression on her adorable
face.

"What do you want, Connie?  I understand that you're conflicted about
this situation, but can't you make up your mind?  I desire you, of
course -- any healthy male would, but I neither demand nor expect
intimate favors.  The nature of our relationship is for you to decide.
I love you."

Her face opened in surprise.  She rolled onto her back with arms crossed
against her breasts and legs similarly crossed in defense.  I could tell
that her panties were moist at the groin.

"Do you really love me, Tom?"

"Unfortunately, I do.  I wish you were a few years older."

"I'll be eighteen in thirteen months."

I retrieved a sheet from the dresser and draped it over her body.

"Now you can relax," I said, adding, "neither of us wants to wait that
long."

She pulled the sheet to her chin, bit her lower lip and nodded.

"So, what now?  Do you want to talk or go jogging?  Maybe you'd like me
to join you under that sheet."

She giggled nervously and raised the edge of the sheet slightly.  I sat
on the side of the bed, removed my shoes, then got under the sheet to
take the darling girl into my arms.  We kissed passionately, and she
allowed me to fondle her firm breasts.  Before long I scooted down under
the sheet to suckle them.  Her nipples were erect atop swollen areolas.
She held the sheet in place as I ventured further to tongue her navel
and press my face at the softness of her belly.  Still under the sheet,
I knelt on the floor and nuzzled her panties, damp at the groin.  I
could smell her excitement.

"What are you doing, Tom?"

Not answering I chewed tenderly at her clit hood beneath the fabric.

"Don't stop!" she cried before long.

I felt a spasm shake her body and heard a loud gasp.  Her thighs pressed
against my cheeks as I continued to eat her, listening to her panting
breath record continuing jolts of ecstasy.  Then she relaxed and I
removed my mouth from the wet panties.  I licked and kissed her inner
thighs for a while before gripping the hem of her remaining garment.
She helped me remove it by raising her butt.  I was still beneath the
sheet.  For the next several minutes I continued with my mouth and
tongue on her upper thighs, occasionally kissing her pussy lips and
licking between them and the juncture of her thighs.  She began to
squirm and mewl.  Finally, when she was fully excited again, I took her
clit hood between my lips and began to suck gently.  Within seconds she
gasped in orgasm once more, and I continued my ministrations until she
was finished.

I rose from beneath the sheet and gazed at my darling girl, who looked
back in wonder.

"That's what I've wanted to do since we met," I said.

"It was awesome!"

"It's for you to decide if we go further, Connie."

She nodded, understanding that with respect to sex she was in charge.
She did not protest when I gradually pulled the sheet from her body,
revealing its exquisiteness.  I removed my shirt, and when I undid my
shorts her mouth gaped.

"I don't think I'm ready, Tom." she said, nervously.

"I realize that, darling.  But I want to be naked with you.  Do you
mind?"

She shook her head, and as I stooped to remove my under pants she rose
up on an elbow and leaned toward me.

She stared fixedly when I stood nude at the foot of the bed, my erect
cock on an upward angle.

"I've never seen one before!" she exclaimed.

I climbed onto the bed and lay beside her.  Again we kissed passionately
with me half atop her, a leg between hers, the cock pressing against her
hip.

"I'm very excited, darling," I murmured into her mouth.  "I need
relief."

"How do you do it?" she asked, reaching a hand down to grasp my member.

I rolled on to my back, placed a hand over hers and began to whack off.

"I'm getting close," I said, urgently.  "A lot of gooey stuff will shoot
out."

Within seconds I exclaimed "Oh, god!" and began to spew on my belly, on
both our hands and wrists, on her hip.  She giggled loudly.

"I never thought there would be so much," she said

"You've thought about such things?"

"Of course, Tom.  I'm not a nun."

She raised a messy hand to her mouth and extended her tongue to taste
the spunk.

"It doesn't disgust you?" I asked.

She shook her head, locking her eyes on mine.

"I've heard about oral sex -- what you just did to me.  I also know what
girls do to guys."

"Would you like to try it?"

"Sometime, but not today."


* * *


"Hey there, Thesperian.  That was some doll you had yesterday."

"What are you talking about, Finkel?"

"I saw her arrive in her pretty green dress.  She has gorgeous legs.
Did you go down on her?"

Finkel was a loser who was in the firm only because his father was a
partner, a guy who didn't have a chance of attaining an equal rank.   He
was a neighbor at the condo complex who had obviously spotted something.

"My niece visited me," I responded, "then we went out for brunch."

"Hah!  She left alone, and I know her.   She's Connie, the daughter of
the county prosecutor."

Christ!  I had never asked about her family.

"It was entirely innocent, Finkel.  She's a bird watcher like me."

"You were after beaver, Thesperian, and I'm certain you got it."

The guy was obnoxious, but he had the upper hand.

"What do you want?" I asked, fussing with my pencils.

He leaned on my desk, glaring at me.

"I need help with a lot of my files.  With your cooperation, I'm going
to make partner this year."

"Finkel!  You're an empty-headed son of a bitch!  I'm not going to work
on your cases."

"The girl is only sixteen, Tom, and her dad's a religious freak.  It
would just take a hint from me to fry your ass."

"And what could you prove?  I would deny even knowing her, and a medical
examination would show that she's still a virgin.  You'd be exposed as
the fool you are."

"The girl might talk, Tom.  Her dad is ruthless.  In any event your
career would be tainted."

"Go away, Finkel.  I'm not going to do your work."

"Hah!  Too bad I didn't have my camera ready, but I will next time."


* * *


I sat with Connie on our bench in the park.  I looked about carefully
before taking her into my arms for a kiss.  We traded spit as I fondled
one of her lovely tits.  We both wanted more.

"Let's go to your house," she murmured against my lips.  "I want to give
you a present."

"We can't.  A neighbor knows about us, and he has threatened to tell
your father."

"Oh, god!  What are we going to do?"

She sat back, looking at me with an expression of panic on her adorable
face.  A woman glanced at us as she jogged past.  I cringed.

"We can't be seen together," I said, rising to my feet.

"Let's run away!"

I smiled down at her.  It was a lovely, childish thought, and I wished
we could do that, to be alone, removed from the real world.

"I'll have to get another place for us to be together," I said, "but
it's very awkward because you can't get away except on Sundays."

"You arrange it, Tommy.  This Sunday I'll be free all day.  My parents
are driving over to visit my grandma and I'll pretend to be sick."

"I know a place, darling.  It's even nicer than my house, but it's only
available for a month."

"Better than nothing," she said, rising to stand before me.

God!  She was a tall, lovely girl!  I wanted to bury my face in her
pussy hair.

She took my hand.  "Let's go over there behind those bushes.  Like I
said, I have a present for you."

After glancing around and seeing no one I went with her.  We reclined on
the grass in the scant seclusion and kissed passionately with me atop
her.  Then she pushed me onto my back and fumbled with my shorts,
pulling them down to my knees along with the underpants.

"I love you so much!" she exclaimed before lowering her head to take my
cock into her mouth.

I've had better blow jobs, but never by a school girl, by a young woman
I would marry in an instant if she were of age.  She looked into my eyes
as she sucked, seeking approval, and I nodded.  It did not take long.

"I'm about to come, darling!" I warned her.

She did not pull back to avoid my emission.  Indeed her fervor seemed
to increase.  She emitted a small noise when I began spewing into her
mouth, as though it were she who was experiencing the ecstatic pleasure.
My spunk oozed from between her lips to flow down the shaft.  I pushed
her head away when my cock became too sensitive.  She grinned at me,
spat onto the grass then swallowed.

"I would love to run away with you, darling!" I exclaimed, taking her
into my arms for a kiss and a taste of myself.

We snuggled for a while.  I masturbated her, and she sucked my neck
during her orgasm.  Then we had to leave.

"Be sure you have a condom for Sunday," she said before running off.


* * *


"What does she taste like?" Finkel taunted.  "Does school girl pussy
have a special flavor?"

"Fuck off, asshole!" I hissed.  We were in the lunch room.

"Connie had boobs when she was eleven.  I once grabbed them from
behind."

Curious, I asked, "What did she do then?"

"She turned around and kicked me."

"In the balls, I hope."

He smirked.  "They were small then.  What do they feel like now?"

"I don't know the girl," I said.  "I've never met her.  The one in the
green dress was my niece, like I said."

"Bullshit, Tom!  I recognized her.  I've wanted to lick her twat since
she was ten."

"So, you're an acknowledged pedophile."

"No more than you.  Does your 'niece' give you blow jobs?"

The man was both stupid and odious, but he had me in his sights.

"Does your wife?" I asked.

"You know, Tom, until I saw you with that girl I thought you were queer.
Why haven't you ever married?"

"Because I'm too young -- besides, unlike you, I know how to get women
to spread their legs."

"I still think you're queer.  Do you chase after young boys as well as
girls?  Do you mix them up and watch them fuck?"

"That's your fantasy, Finkel.  Do you bring guys home to fuck your wife?
Don't ask me to do it, because I think Bernice is too fat."

Incensed, he got up from the table and glared down at me.

"I'm watching you, Thesperian.  I'm going to nail you.  But I'd have a
change of heart if you could fix me up with Connie.  She's had gorgeous
legs since she was eight.  I've touched them."

"You're a pervert, Finkel.  Seek help."


* * *


Sunday arrived!  I had three rubbers in my jacket pocket when I picked
up Connie at the corner near her house.  She was visibly excited as we
drove out of town to a lake-side cottage that belonged to a client of
mine.

"Will it hurt?" she asked.

"You'll have to relax all your muscles," I replied.  "Try pushing a
finger through a clenched fist then through a relaxed one.  That'll give
you an idea of the problem."

"You've done this before, Tom?  With virgins?"

"Three times when I was in high school."

"Did they enjoy it?"

"No, nor will you.  There'll be a sting no matter how much you relax."

"I won't mind that.  I want to feel you inside of me."

I reached over to stoke her near thigh, the flesh splayed against the
car seat.

"I've already been inside you, darling.  You remember -- in the park?"

"That was in my mouth.  I liked it, but it's not the same thing."

We drove on in silence for a while.

"Tommy?"

"Yes?"

"I've been seeing things on the internet."

"Like what?"

"Guys and girls having sex."

"What about it?"

"I've never imagined it before I saw it for the first time."

"People fucking?"

"In the behind."

I hesitated before responding to this remarkable expression of
curiosity.

"We could do that, if you want," I said.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not if you relax completely."

"Have you ever done it with a girl?"

"Yes."

"With a guy?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever been, ah, fucked in the behind?"

"I had a very close friend when I was thirteen and fourteen, before I
learned to trick girls."

"Are you tricking me, Tommy?"

"No, darling.  I love you more than life itself."


* * *


I undressed her slowly with trembling hands, as if for the first time.
Her girlish face belied the mature breasts that jutted forth firm and
unsagging.  On my knees before her I kissed the sleek flesh of her
thighs and buried my face in her abundant bush.  I breathed deeply her
aroused scent. Then I stood, and we kissed with the confidence of true
lovers.

"I want to do everything today, Tommy," she murmured against my lips.

I eased her onto the bed, and she rolled over to lie face down with legs
apart.  I tore off my clothes while staring at her inviting, perky butt
and thighs of astonishing allure.

"Put an arm beneath you, darling," I said.  "Rub yourself  when I do
this."

I gently penetrated her with two digits that I had smeared with K-Y
jelly. Then, after greasing my cock, I lowered myself between her legs.

"Relax," I cautioned as my knob pressed against her hole.

She gasped when I popped through, but she did not complain when I
entered her fully, seven inches deep.

"Are you all right?" I asked, head next to hers, my arms enfolding her
torso and hands on two lovely tits.

"You've filled me up!"

"Rub yourself."

"I'm doing it!"

I began a languid fucking in long strokes, seeking my pleasure as
quickly as possible.  I was acutely conscious of the soft flesh of her
thighs and buttocks pressed to me.  I soon felt a tingle in my cock
head.  Her breathing had become erratic.  Then she uttered a small cry.
She was still panting in orgasm as I barked out and spewed ecstatically,
chewing gently on the flesh of a lovely shoulder.

Later, we waded nude into the lake, a bar of soap in hand.  Connie
washed my cock as we kissed.

"I can't believe I enjoyed that," she said.

"Yes, it's rather gross.  I won't ask you to do it again."

"It was my idea, Tom."

"It was a rush for me too, sweetheart, but we'll try it again only when
you ask."

"I think you're clean enough now," she said before sinking underwater
and taking my flaccid cock into her mouth.

My god! I thought.  She's the perfect woman.  If only she were a little
older!

We swam a bit then went back into the borrowed cottage.  It was time to
deflower the girl properly after having explored her other orifices.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.  "It's not something you can undo."

"You're my guy, Tommy.  I don't ever want to have another."

"You sound very monogamous."

"I am, and I expect the same from you."

"You've got it, darling.  Let's go to bed."

I spent fifteen or twenty minutes teasing her with my tongue and lips,
exciting her before sucking on her clit and bringing her off.  Then,
while she remained on the plateau, I moved atop her with a hard cock
sheathed in latex.  Her hymen was stubborn and my first thrust failed to
rip it.  The second, more forceful one was successful and I entered her
fully.  But she cried, despite her natural courage, so I pulled out.

"I'm sorry, darling," I said, cuddling her to me.

"I didn't think it would hurt so much," she sniffled.  "I don't think I
relaxed like you told me."

"It's over now.  You'll heal in a couple of weeks or so.  I can hardly
wait to bring you off while we fuck."

"Let's not use that word, Tommy.  It's too crude."

"Yes, darling.  I'll censor my language to conform with your Catholic
upbringing.  If you were only a little older, I'd marry you in church
immediately."


* * *


Connie was not in the park the next morning when I went out to jog.  I
was standing on the path not knowing what to do when my cell phone
chimed.

"Tommy!" Connie cried.  "Somebody told on us!  Daddy is furious and he's
going to call the police!"

I almost shit my pants.  I heard arguing in the background, then another
voice spoke to me.

"Mr. Thesperian, this is Connie's mother.  We will not involve the
police, because of the scandal it would raise.  Unlike my husband, I do
not consider you a perverted child molester, because Connie in my
opinion is not a child."

"Mrs. Immersdorff!  I love Connie and hope to marry her!"

"Yes, yes, that's what she said too.  You're not at risk, Mr.
Thesperian.  Take comfort in that fact.  It would be in everybody's best
interest, though, if you don't see her again."

In the back ground I heard Connie go into a tantrum.  I caught the words
"He's my guy!" and "I'll never speak to you again!"

"I'll wait a year, Mrs. Immersdorff.  Then she'll be eighteen and free
to marry me.  But I cannot promise to avoid seeing her until then."

"Mr. Thesperian, your firm, Cheetham, Dewey and Howe, would not view
favorably this dalliance with my underage daughter.  I assume you want
to make partner."

"I'd give that up for Connie."

"Would you?  You impress me as being a sober man who has an unnatural
craving for naive young women."

"She's not naive!"

"No longer, of course, thanks to you."

"I intend to marry her!"

Silence ensued, lasting over a minute.

"Mrs. Immersdorff?"

"Yes, I was thinking.  Perhaps we can work something out.  It will be a
hard sell for my husband, but I can manage him.  Come to dinner this
evening.  We should meet."


END
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