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Chapter 1.  DEATH AND REBIRTH

   Steve took early retirement from his job to travel with his wife,
Marilyn.  They sold their home in California and moved to the thirty-first
floor of an older high rise condominium in New York.  He hadn't cared for
the idea, but she said since they wanted to spend most of their time in
Europe and Africa, they could travel for less from the east coast.  They
had just finished planning their first trip and arranged to pick up the
tickets later in the day when Marilyn had a massive stroke.  She died one
hour after arriving at the hospital.

   As he sat alone in his apartment that evening he reviewed his life. 
Steve had been a studious child with no close friends.  He had become third
string quarterback in high school only because his father insisted he be
involved in football.  Within five minutes after the coach sent him in for
his first game he was injured.  Their opponents were a rough team that
believed in intimidating the other side.  They clipped him then piled on.
Each player aimed for Steve's right knee.  He was carried off the field,
and after an operation to remove the crushed cartilage, he could walk
again. He didn't have a limp, and he could backpack with no problem.  The
doctor, however, warned him not to stress the knee too much.  The x-rays
and medical history were enough to get him a permanent deferment from
military service.

   After high school, he went to a local university as a philosophy major.
Marilyn was a psychology major who latched onto him because she needed a
tutor in most of her classes.  She was two years older than he, but they
had entered college at the same time.  Steve, an excellent student but
socially inept, was thrilled that a girl as beautiful and sophisticated as
she, would be interested in him.  Unexpectedly, in their senior year at
school, she announced she wanted to lose her virginity with him.  He had no
experience, but everything went much more smoothly than he thought it
would. Marilyn seemed to have an innate skill, and she directed him.  A
month later she announced she was pregnant so they got married immediately.
The baby was born seven months after they first had sex and six months
after they got married.  Steve's love for Marilyn short circuited his skill
at simple arithmetic.

   Marriage canceled Steve's plans to finish graduate school.  Since people
with a bachelor's degree in Philosophy were not in demand in the job
market, he found a job at a machine tool manufacturer.  In a short time,
they transferred him to the sales office, then into sales.  His strong
ethics, honesty, and understanding of their needs led his customers to
trust and make most of their purchases from him.  Over the years he moved
up to become vice-president of marketing.  He also read voraciously, and
frequently took graduate philosophy courses.

   Marilyn and he had a second child.  Neither the boy nor the girl had any
interests in common with him.  Steve attributed their emotional distance
from him to his frequent travel.  By the time they were in their late teens
the girl had left to travel with a well-known rock music group.  The boy
had been in trouble with drugs, mainly for selling rather than using.  He
left and Steve never heard from him again.  Both of the kids called Marilyn
often, but they never talked to Steve.

   In going through her belongings, Steve found a locked jewelry box at the
bottom of the closet, behind her shoes.  He located the key in a hidden
fold in her wallet.  When he opened the box, he found a diary for the past
year, labeled "Vol.  49." He later found the rest of the volumes in a box
in storage.  They covered her life from childhood and through the
thirty-four years they had been married.

   Steve traveled frequently on his job so he had the opportunity to be
unfaithful many times over the years.  He had always had a very high
orgasmic capacity so he masturbated continually when he was in his motel
room, but he had strong ethics and believed he could not cheat on his wife
if she was staying home waiting for him.  In addition, he enjoyed sex with
her so much he was sure he'd be disappointed in any other woman.  Since
they got married in their last year of college, Marilyn was the only woman
Steve had ever been to bed with.  He read all the sex manuals, magazines
and articles so he could do everything possible to please her.

   Now he found she had affairs with every one of his friends, his
co-workers, their neighbors, their minister, many of the men at his church,
his doctor and just about anyone she happened to meet.  Her reasoning was
just the opposite of his.  She was sure he was having liaisons whenever he
traveled.  He wasn't built big enough to give her all the pleasure she
wanted.  He was too gentle and considerate, and she didn't want to be made
love to.  She had written that her ideal was to be ". . .fucked and
dominated by someone with a huge cock. . ."

   Her first volume started at age eight, and she had told Steve that she
was a virgin when they first had sex.  Marilyn apparently had the mind of
an accountant.  She kept precise records of the sexual attributes of all
her contacts.  Each had his penis length and diameter listed.  Steve was an
inch and a half shorter and an inch less in diameter than her preferred
seven inches by two and a quarter inches.  Marilyn had recorded what their
sexual proclivities were, how long each could delay an orgasm, and how many
they could have.  At least he was well above average in this department. 
In addition, she kept a record of the number of men with whom she had sex.
She had written when she was twelve that she was aiming for at least an
even four thousand men during her life.  Steve looked in the back of the
diary.  Her last entry, made the day before, was the travel agent.  He was
number 3,999.  Steve smiled sardonically and thought, "She didn't reach
4,000 unless the mortician was a necrophiliac."

   Marilyn had always refused to perform fellatio on Steve and wouldn't
even consider anal sex.  She had written that she wanted to maintain the
fantasy in Steve's mind that she was too "pure" to engage in any sexual
variations, but she had long descriptions of how other men tasted and felt
in her mouth and her oral techniques and went into great detail on her anal
contacts.  The entries were so florid and extreme, Steve thought these
might all be fantasies.  Then he remembered seeing several of his friends
in the showers when they went golfing.  Her descriptions were quite
accurate.

   He also recalled overhearing a group of them discussing a nymphomaniac
they had all screwed in every orifice.  She was the wife of someone they
all knew, but he couldn't figure out who the guy was.  He didn't walk
around the lockers to get into the conversation because he was embarrassed
by his lack of experience.  It hadn't even occurred to him that they could
be talking about Marilyn.  Now everything they said fit her journal
entries, even matching the specific men.  He was surprised at the uniform
lack of ethics of all these men - none of them considered their friendship
with him or respected his or their own marriage contract.

   One entry listed the real reason she had insisted that he get a
vasectomy.  She didn't want to take the chance that he would get someone
pregnant and have to pay child support.  Marilyn was determined not to let
any of their money go.  She hadn't counted on the stroke.  Steve remembered
asking about the small scar a bit below her navel about ten years after
they were married.  Marilyn had said she got it when she was a child by
falling on a nail.  He found that she had got a laparascopic sterilization
while he was on a trip.  Notes on the kids showed that he was the father of
neither of them, and Marilyn had told them this when they were young.  They
too, had been only using him.

   Steve was fifty-five, retired and alone in a strange city.  He had lost
any desire to travel, and he had no interest in moving back to his old
neighborhood, seeing his former friends or trying to find the kids.  He
also changed his will to avoid leaving his estate to them.  He settled into
a routine.  Early in the morning he worked out in the common recreation and
exercise area, swam for a half hour, and showered.  Then he came back to
his place and made breakfast.  The rest of the day he read or watched
television.  Since he was alone, he started masturbating more and more
frequently.  Like most physical activity, the more exercise one gets, the
more one can do.  He had always been able to have and desire many orgasms,
but he was surprised that, even at his age he was now back up to twelve
times a day.  In the evenings, he went out for dinner, usually took a
magazine or book to read, then picked up a rental video tape. 
Occasionally, he got one from the nearby adult book store.

   The city was sweltering in a major heat wave as he left with his
magazine and a tape to return, at 6:00 this evening.  Steve carried a clean
bath towel to replace the extra he kept in his locker.  This morning he
forgot to bring one with him, so he had to use the backup towel.  He stood
and skimmed the articles.  A familiar computerized bell announced the
arrival of the elevator.  Steve continued to look at his magazine as he
walked toward the doors even before they opened.  Steve stepped into the
portal, paid no attention to the other occupant, turned, and unnecessarily
pushed the button for the first floor.  The doors had no sooner closed and
the descent begun when the machine lurched to a stop and the lights went
out.  He had no way of knowing that much of the city had blacked out from
the air conditioner overload and the shutdown was spreading to the entire
north-east area.

   Steve's fellow passenger screamed and started panicking.  From the
voice, it sounded like a young female.  He wished he had looked at her when
he got on.  "Relax.  We've just had a power failure.  We're perfectly safe
here.  As soon as they restore the electricity, we'll continue to where we
were going.  It should take only a little while." Steve felt it could take
as long as an hour, but he wanted to calm the other person as much as he
could.  He felt for the emergency telephone, but when he opened the small
door and took the phone off the hook, it was dead.

   "The elevator's going to fall and we'll be killed.  I'm afraid."

   "You can calm yourself.  Elevators all have safety brakes.  As soon as
the power went off the brakes clamped down on the rails.  We can't fall. 
They'll hold on until the power comes back on.  Then the motor will lower
us the regular way."

   It was already getting stuffy in the small cube of space.  He said, "As
I recall, there's a door in the ceiling for maintenance.  It wouldn't do us
any good to crawl up there, but we could open it to give us some
ventilation.  I can't reach it, but possibly I can lift you if you want to
try." This wasn't much, but anything he could do to make her feel she was
doing something useful might help her regain rationality.  "By the way, my
name's Steve Martin.  No, I'm not related to the movie star with the same
name, so please don't make any jokes about it."

   "My name's Tori, and I don't know who Steve Martin is.  I don't know how
to open the door, I don't know where it is, and I don't even know where you
are," she said through her tears.

   "There's not too much area so it would be fairly hard for us to get lost
in here.  Just walk toward my voice and wave your arms in front of you. 
You should find me pretty easily.  As I recall, the door's between the
center of the ceiling and the back wall of the elevator.  I can carry you
to the right point.  Probably, all you have to do is push it up and slide
it over to the side." She giggled through her sniffles at his little joke
about getting lost in the elevator.  Her hand bumped into his stomach, then
the other hand touched him.  "OK.  You found me.  Now, I'll squat down, put
my arms around your legs and lift.  Are you ready?"

   "Yes, but don't drop me." He promised he wouldn't, but he wished he
remembered how big she was.  Steve lowered himself to what he thought was
the height of the middle of her upper legs and put his arms around her.  He
felt the small globes of her rear end.  She was shorter and lighter than he
expected.  Steve lowered himself farther, lifted her and stepped to the
rear center.

   "Reach up.  Do you feel the ceiling?  Push up on it when you find the
door."

   "Yes, I can touch it, but I'm not high enough to move anything." He
lowered her to the floor.

   "Let's try it another way.  You appear small enough that you could sit
on my shoulders.  Turn around so your back is toward me.  Spread your legs
and I'll stoop down and put my head between them.  Then I'll stand up and
hold your feet.  That should get you high enough.  Ready?" She agreed.  He
got on his hands and knees, felt for her legs.  They were surprisingly
thin. He pushed his head between them, grabbed her ankles and slowly began
to rise.  He could feel her crotch against the back of his neck.  First one
foot then the other, then he straightened up.

   "How are you doing?"

   "I feel the door, and it's lifting, but I can't quite slide it.  I've
got to stretch a little more." Her legs clamped tightly around his neck as
she reached higher.  "There.  I moved it all the way off the hole.  Boy,
the air's a lot cooler.  You can let me down now." He had lowered her
almost to the floor when the elevator jerked, there was a sound of breaking
metal and they dropped about five feet.  They were both thrown to the floor
and Tori screamed again.  This time she kept it up.

   Steve reached over, found her and put his arms around her.  "Did you
hurt yourself?"

   "No, but you said the safety brakes would stop us from moving.  Are we
going to die?"

   "This is an older building so the brakes may not work as well as if they
were new.  Even though they slipped a bit, we did stop." Steve wasn't
nearly as sanguine as he tried to project.

   "Could you keep holding me, please?  I'm really scared." He had just put
his arms around her when, suddenly, the metal outside creaked and they
dropped about ten feet.  "I'm going to die," she wailed.  It was fortunate
they were both sitting down, because they would have been injured had they
been standing.  Steve felt her assessment of the situation could be
accurate.  He held her tighter and cuddled her against him.  He patted her
head and felt her long silky hair.  She wiped her eyes with the back of her
hand and let it drop.  Since she couldn't see anything, it was accidental
that her hand came to rest on Steve's pants.  Tori was so upset with her
predicament, she noticed neither where her hand was, nor that she had
grabbed Steve's pants and encircled his penis.

   He wasn't certain how to react.  Steve didn't think she knew what she
was holding, but he wasn't sure.  If he called attention to her hand's
location she might get even more upset.  He didn't need to because she
became aware of the contents of her hand getting larger and changing from
soft and pliable to hard and stiff.  Tori suppressed her initial impulse to
pull her hand away.  She had been thinking how futile and meaningless her
life and early death would be and how little she had experienced.  Now she
had a focus.  She held on and started to talk.

   "You're really old so you've done everything.  I haven't done anything.
I've just been waiting to grow up.  It's so unfair.  I'm going to die, and
I'll never get to know what it feels like to go out on dates, or get
married, or. . .  I don't even know how to make love.  Could you teach me,
right now, before we get killed?"

   Although he was old, her reference to Steve's age didn't please him. 
Until now, he had strong paternal feelings for Tori.  This comment changed
his view of her from a surrogate daughter to a typical young woman of
today. A few minutes ago he wouldn't have considered teaching her about
sex, even in the face of death.  Now he wasn't so sure.  Again, he was
sorry he hadn't looked at her when he got into the elevator.  "How old are
you, Tori?"

   She paused a moment and said, "Fifteen, why?" Tori was a highly
intelligent twelve year old who realized from his question that he had
qualms about her age.  She quickly decided she could get away with three
years in the dark.  She just didn't know the minimum age he would allow as
a sex partner.  Tori called it right.  Had she chosen fourteen he would
have considered her still a child.  Had she chosen sixteen he wouldn't have
believed her.  Even so, Steve thought she felt small for a
fifteen-year-old.

   "You're sure you're fifteen?  You feel like an eleven-year-old."

   Her response was measured and mature.  She only partially feigned
annoyance because he estimated her at a year younger than she was, and
said, "Oh, everybody makes me so angry.  Just because I'm small and I have
very small breasts, everyone treats me like a child.  All the other girls
in my class have already had lots of sex.  I don't even have a boyfriend."
She worried that this last was overdoing it.  She hoped he wouldn't ask
about her school.  Tori had no idea what high school was like since she had
skipped a year and just started the seventh grade of her middle school.

   "Tori, the first time isn't all that great for the girl.  Usually the
pain of your hymen tearing and your vagina being stretched open block any
pleasure you would feel, so you wouldn't be doing anything enjoyable."

   "I don't care.  It can't hurt as much as if the elevator crashes and we
get killed.  I just want to know what it feels like before I die." Just
then, the metal creaked again, and the elevator slid down a few more feet.
She threw her arms around him.  Although he was much older, he too, had far
less experience than he would have liked.  He had resigned himself to never
getting it, but he hated to die having had sex with only one woman,
especially under the conditions he had recently discovered.

   Steve held her tightly to his chest and felt her warm breath on his
face. He kissed her cheek and moved down to her mouth.  They continued
kissing for five then ten then fifteen minutes.  Slowly, he moved from soft
closed lips to more ardent, to open mouths, to his tongue gently stroking
the outside of her lips, and finally to a deep exploration of each other's
mouths with their tongues.  Tori was an excellent pupil.  She copied
everything he did without hesitation.  The combination of the heat wave,
the lack of ventilation and the rising temperatures of their bodies, made
it a pleasure to remove their clothes.  Steve spread his bath towel and had
her lie on it.

   During all this time he described to her how wonderful she felt, what a
delightful personality she had, how she was so intelligent and clear
thinking, and how much he loved talking with her.  Since he didn't know her
at all he had to make most of this up, but she loved hearing it, and it
contributed to her growing arousal.

   He slowly moved down her body, kissing and caressing as he went.  "She
was right about her breasts," he thought.  "They're hardly more than
nipples, but I've never felt anything so wonderful in my mouth." Tori was
breathing faster and trembling.  Since she was sure she was going to die,
she had no reason to worry about the future.  She had few inhibitions
before and none now.  At this moment, however, she wasn't thinking about
dying.  Her body was reacting to Steve's expert stimulation.  Tori's
nipples were hard and thrust forward into Steve's mouth to receive all the
pleasure he was offering.  As his lips and tongue moved down across her
stomach, she felt a distinct sense of loss.  She needed him to continue
sucking and licking her tiny nipples.  He reached her navel and tickled it.
Then he moved down across her abdomen and slowly approached the point where
it ended and her legs began.  By now Steve was so aroused by Tori's
wonderful young small body he had lost all objectivity and ability to
reason.

   The fact that she had no hair there wasn't a red flag.  It didn't even
occur to him that it was missing since he had never done oral, but it might
have been that she had shaved.  The delightful feel of Tori's vulva skin
against his lips and tongue was infinitely erotic.  Steve found her virgin
clitoris and began to stroke it softly with his tongue.  Tori shivered
involuntarily.  Her hips raised and pushed against his mouth.  His tongue
was sliding between her plump little labia and tickling from her vagina to
her clitoris and back again.  As she spread her legs wider, pushed against
him harder and faster, and began to moan, he increased the pressure and
speed of his tongue and lips.  She rotated her hips forward, pressed hard
against him, and started to jerk.  Tori grabbed his hair, pulled him up and
gasped, "I want you inside me."

   Steve had already checked out her hymen and noted it was thin and
fenestrated, that is, it had several small holes in it.  It would tear
easily and without much pain.  In addition, Tori was aroused to the point
of orgasm and thoroughly lubricated.  He felt this could mask some of the
distress she would normally feel.  He pressed the head of his penis against
her and slowly pushed.  The mouth of her vagina began to stretch, and her
hymen first stretched then the small strips between the holes began to
rupture.  He stopped pressing and talked to her until the pain seemed to
have passed then he started forward again.  Finally, he plunged deep inside
her well lubricated, but extremely tight virgin vagina.  She spasmed around
his penis, squeezing him even more tightly, but he pulled almost all the
way out and pushed inside her to the base of his penis.  Steve felt the
head meet some additional resistance.  He was pushing against the mouth of
Tori's cervix.  Her immature vagina was so tiny, it was not yet quite long
enough to accept even his small penis without stretching both in diameter
and in length.

   Fortunately, Tori was so close to an orgasm, the additional stimulation
of his penis sliding in and out of her overcame the pain from the torn
hymen and her tightly stretched vagina.  She started to come in rhythm with
Steve's cyclic rapid insertion.  Since Steve was fifty-five, he could hold
off even though he was more aroused than he had ever been since he was a
teen-ager.  By the time, about twenty minutes later, Steve came inside her,
Tori was an old hand at orgasms.  She had gone from her first to about her
fifteenth.  They lay there limply, but still deeply joined.  Steve caressed
her face, kissed her gently, and told her she was the most sexually
beautiful woman he had ever made love to, or even imagined.  Tori was in
heaven, both from the ecstasy she had just experienced and from the
beautiful way he was holding her and talking to her, now.  Steve was
telling the truth because he had never gone to bed with anyone but his
wife.

   Steve found his handkerchief and gave it to Tori to mop up the blood,
semen and lubricating fluid.  They talked and held each other.  At
irregular intervals the elevator fell varying, but slowly increasing,
distances.  Each time, it made a gut wrenching screech of metal against
metal.

   Tori said, after about an hour, "Can you make love to me again?" He knew
he wouldn't have any difficulty, but even though she was intelligent, he
could now tell she was younger than fifteen.  He reasoned that they
probably would die at the bottom of the elevator shaft.  His life didn't
have much to offer anyway.  If he was caught, additional sex wouldn't make
the penalty any worse.  This one encounter with Tori was better than any
sex he could have imagined.

   "Tori, I'm fifty-five.  There's no way I could have sex more than once
with any other woman in the world.  But you're so delightful and so
wonderful sexually, you're in complete control of my body.  Feel what
happened the moment you asked." He took her hand and put it on his
erection. Just the feeling of her small fingers wrapping around his cock
almost set him off.  He took her in his arms and she kissed him eagerly.

   They repeated their prior performance, but with no pain and even more
pleasure for Tori.  Steve thought he could not have any more joy than he
had at first, but his second orgasm brought him to new heights of sexual
ecstasy.  This time he licked and sucked her hairless little vulva and
clitoris until she was in the throes of a continuous orgiastic frenzy.  The
mixture of her virgin blood, her lubricating fluid and his semen was deeply
significant to him.  All his love that had been killed was being
resurrected by this virgin child.  His mind was swirling in an erotic daze
as he felt her increasing joy that came from his love.  Steve kept this up
for well over a half hour then he moved up and plunged his penis deep into
her.  Tori was softly yelping and rapidly thrusting her hips up to envelop
his penis as completely as possible.  Her firm young muscles squeezed and
rippled over his shaft as he slid in and out of her.  He filled her so
completely that when he pulled back he seemed to create a vacuum.  It felt
as if Tori's vagina was sucking him and pulling him back inside her.

   They were in complete darkness, but lights exploded in Steve's eyes.  He
saw red, green, gold, and white stars and swirls as his orgasm continued.
"Tori, this is so wonderful we can't die in this dumb elevator.  I want to
make love to you every day for the rest of my life.  You're exquisite.  I'm
guessing now that you're about twelve, and I don't care.  I love you.  If
we have to die, I want to be inside you like this." A few minutes later
they started to drop.  They clutched each other and prepared to hurtle to
the basement and end their lives.  After about thirty feet, it came to a
screaming halt.

   Steve could feel her heart pumping wildly against his chest in
counterpoint to his own.  Finally, they relaxed enough to pull apart and
sit up.  Tori said, "You're right about me being twelve, but I didn't want
to die before I tried it.  I've been reading a lot about sex and how to do
it, lately.  It seemed like fun, but there are so many problems like
pregnancy, venereal disease and now, AIDS.  Besides, there's a place I can
sit in the ladies' locker room downstairs next to the air vent.  I can hear
the young men and teen-age boys in their locker room from there.  They
always talk about the girls they're having sex with.  From what they say, I
can tell they know even less than I do about how to do it right.  And that
was before just now.  I figured I'd wait until I was older so I could find
someone who really knew how to do it.  I wanted my first time to be very
special.  Well, I got my wishes.  You certainly know how to do it, and you
made it more special than I ever guessed it would be.  You must have done
it with a lot of women."

   "Tori, I have a confession for you, too.  Although I had sex with my
wife for thirty-four years, I'm only one step away from being a virgin
myself.  She was the only woman I ever went to bed with.  She died
recently, and I found out she never loved me.  Marilyn was giving me the
bare minimum from sex.  Like you, I felt I'd missed a great deal, but I'd
resigned myself to never experiencing real joy.  You, darling child,
changed all that.  You've given me more wonderful pleasure in a few hours
than my wife did in thirty-four years.  I don't want to die, either, but
this time with you has made my whole life more meaningful."

   They talked, petted each other, dozed and cuddled close together in
spite of the heat for another two hours, between the stomach turning
plunges farther and farther down the shaft.  "Tori, how would you feel
about having sex with an old man one last time?"

   "Oh Steve, I really wanted you to, but I was afraid to ask.  I thought
people stopped having sex after they were forty.  You're hornier than those
teen age boys I was telling you about." She giggled, lay back and spread
her legs.

   Steve lay on top of her and kissed her all over.  He held the shaft of
his penis and slid its head up and down between her labia over her clitoris
and to her vagina.  After a few minutes, he slowly inserted it into her. 
The firm ring of muscles around the mouth of her vagina stretched to allow
him entry then tightened on his penis as he slid deep inside.  Steve
continued moving forward extremely slowly, savoring every ripple and tiny
muscle contraction of her vaginal walls.  He wanted this to last as long as
possible for both of them.  If they were to die, this was the way he wanted
it.  Tori, however, had learned how to have orgasms, so she allowed her
arousal to increase without limit.  The controlled pace he set drove her
wild.  Finally, she started rotating and thrusting her hips forward and
back on his penis as fast as she could to get the additional stimulation
her body demanded.

   Her first orgasm this time hit her harder than any of the earlier ones.
Tori's thin little legs wrapped around Steve's rear and held him inside
her. Orgasms occurred every few seconds, each as strong as the last. 
Finally, Steve joined her procession.  As soon as he finished and began to
get soft he slid out and moved down so he could continue with his tongue
and lips.  Tori didn't miss even one orgasm.  Her joy had built to ecstasy
and was moving into frenzy.  Steve was determined to continue as long as
she responded.  At thirty-five minutes of her continual peak arousal, the
elevator shuddered and went crashing down.  It continued past about five
floors then slowed as the brakes screamed against the rail.

   Steve lunged up to be beside her and hold her in his arms.  They were
both crying as the box came to a stop.  They had been in this prison for an
eternity of almost six hours.  In spite of the heat, they lay together,
shivering and sobbing.  He struggled to regain a facade of composure. 
After close to a half hour without further movement, they tried to rekindle
their hope.  With no warning, the telephone rang.  Steve hopped up and
fumbled for it.  "Hello?" He reached across in the dark, grabbed Tori,
pulled her over, and held the telephone so they could both hear the
conversation.

   "Hello, this is the fire department.  As you probably guessed, there was
a power outage along the east coast this evening.  While most of the
telephones continued working, the elevator phone system in this apartment
building is connected to the city electricity.  That's why your telephone
went dead.  We're using a portable generator to power them.  The light
company informs us that they should have power restored to this area in
about ten minutes.  We just wanted to be sure everything is all right with
you and reassure you."

   "My name is Steve Martin.  No, not the movie actor, and the other
passenger is a twelve-year-old girl named Tori.  Tori, what's your last
name?  She says it's Jordan.  We may have an additional problem here.  The
elevator stopped just below the thirty-first floor at six o'clock this
evening.  Since then, it's been slipping down.  A while ago it dropped what
seemed like ten floors before it screeched to a temporary halt.  We're
afraid it may lose traction and fall all the way to ground level."

   "Hang on a second." Steve could hear the fireman talking excitedly with
someone on another telephone.  "According to our indicator, you're at the
fifteenth floor now.  That means you've already come down sixteen floors.
We can't afford to waste time or let the power come on for your equipment.
We'll open the switch to your elevator first.  Then we'll put some
emergency stop-beams just below you.  As soon as they're in place, we'll
turn on the power so you can have lights and ventilation.  You'll be safe
and more comfortable, but it'll be at least an hour after that before we
can get to you.  We'll open the door on the floor above you, lower a ladder
and take you out of the top of your unit.  You'll hear some clanking when
we put in the emergency supports.  Do you understand, Mr.  Martin?  We've
called Tori's mother and told her she's OK.  She'll be waiting when you
come out of the elevator." Steve said they understood.

   In about ten minutes, they heard the door at the fourteenth floor below
them being opened.  As the fireman said, there was quite a bit of clanking,
then the elevator rocked and steadied.  A voice from below yelled, "OK you
people, it's secure now.  You just have to find some way to amuse
yourselves for another hour.  Have fun." Then the same voice said, probably
on a hand-held transmitter, "You can turn the power on for shaft number
three." In a moment the fluorescent lights flickered on, and the
ventilating fan started.

   They were both blinded for a moment, then they saw each other standing
there, naked.  They both grabbed for their clothes, then looked at each
other and laughed.  Steve was dismayed and delighted.  Seeing this
twelve-year-old girl standing nude in front of him, brought home what he
had just done repeatedly with this small child over the last six hours. 
But she was beautiful.  Her long straight blond hair draped over her
shoulders like a shawl of fine silk.  oTori's large eyes were unusually
dark bright blue.  She had high, prominent cheek bones, and beautiful, full
red lips.  Her body was as visually exciting as he had found it by touch.

   "Well, we aren't going to die.  That puts everything we did in a
different light.  What do we do now, Tori?" He picked up his clothes and
started to get dressed.

   "We've got an hour.  I think it'd be fun to do it here once in the
light, don't you?  After that we can get dressed."

   "Now that I know you're twelve I don't think we can continue this.  I
should never have had sex with you."

   "Well, I asked you.  You didn't ask me.  I sort of guessed you'd think
it wrong doing it with a twelve-year-old so that's why I said I was
fifteen. Besides, we've done it so much tonight, we can't get any more
'wrong' points than we already have.  I love the way you do it to me.  You
make me feel better than I ever felt before, and I bet you can teach me
some other stuff."

   "Oh, hell.  You're right.  I'm already in so deep, it can't get worse,
and I love making love to you so much, there's no way I can stop
voluntarily.  Let's screw our brains out one more time tonight." She
giggled at his comment.

   "Rather than making you suffer on the floor again, let's try another
position." Steve sat with his back to the wall and had Tori face and
straddle him.  Then he lowered her so her vagina was directly over his
erect member.  She continued down, enveloping his penis in her warm little
receptacle.  Tori knelt so she could raise and lower herself easily and
rapidly.  Steve marveled at her delightful hairless, tiny body and pink
nipples.  They stared deeply into each other's eyes and she kept slowly
moving up and down.  While they were both aroused, neither was interested
in reaching an orgasm.  They reveled in being joined with each other.  They
had consummated their sexual union much earlier.  Now, they were
consummating their love for each other.  After quite a while, they both had
one gentle loving orgasm.  The two of them parted with a strong sense of
loss.

   "If you want, I can come down to your place tomorrow, and we can do it
some more, but we can use a bed.  My mother works from ten in the morning
until at least six at night.  She's a real estate sales person."

   "What will your mother say about all this?"

   "I don't know.  Sometimes, she freaks out at things.  Other times, she's
really cool.  I don't want to take the chance so I just won't tell her."
Steve gave Tori his condo number.

   Now they cleaned up.  Since the handkerchief and the towel were
thoroughly stained, he folded them together so the blood didn't show.  They
dressed, kissed each other and waited to be rescued.

   Steve was surprised to note that Marti Jordan, Tori's mother, looked
about twenty-eight years old.  She was a grown up version of Tori.  Steve
realized Tori was going to be even more beautiful than he had imagined
earlier.  Tori told her that Steve had been wonderful during the entire
time they were trapped.  "I would have killed myself if I had been alone.
He kept me relaxed and we played games while we waited.  He saved my life,
and made me appreciate it a lot more."

   Marti said, "I don't know how to thank you, Mr.  Martin.  If you're
available, I'd love to invite you to dinner some evening this week." At
first, Steve demurred, but when she insisted, he accepted.

   To be continued in Chapter 2.

   ===

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