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 Author: obohobo
Title: Student Decorator
Summary: The loan and offer of work had invisible strings attached that
tied her to a meaningful and lasting relationship with her employer.
Keywords: MF Rom
   Student Decorator by obohobo
   Warnings Please take note!  The text in this story contains erotic
material and is expressly written for adults only.  MF Rom If you are
underage or offended by such material, or if viewing this file is illegal
in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now.  This is
a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is
purely coincidental.  The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure
fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and
probably illegal.  Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can
contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the
pain, despair or humiliation.  (C) obohobo 2013
   Job Offer
   <Dear Miss Chambers,
   I understand from my son, Roy Milne, that you are unable to afford to go
on the field trip that is a vital part of the Coastal Environmental Module
of the course you both participate in and that, because of your facial
disfigurement and speech difficulty, you are unable to find employment to
help pay for the excursion and you forthrightly rejected the professor's
veiled suggestion of using sex as a means of obtaining the money.  As I am
sure you know, Roy also has a disability in that he has an artificial foot
and a knee slightly out of line with his legs, the result of being caught
in an illegal man-trap intended to catch deer when he was seven years old.
The fact that he walks with a limp and cannot take part in normal sports
activities has made him somewhat reclusive and he believes you have a
similar problem.
   With my business and the compensation he received for the loss of his
foot, we/he can easily afford the £450 for the field trip, and we are
prepared to offer you the means to fund yours, not as a charitable gift,
which Roy suspects you wouldn't accept, but by offering you a job.  You
will not have to liaise with the general public and sex will not be
involved.
   A few weeks ago, Roy took possession of a cottage in the village of
Bidwell, eight miles from the university.  Structurally the cottage is
sound but the interior decoration has been sadly neglected for many years
when the previous owner became too old and infirm to do it herself and
didn't see the necessity of doing it for the few years she had left.  Roy
has a balance problem when he has to stretch and work over his head and the
quotes we received from professional decorators were astronomical, we,
therefore, are prepared to offer you the job of helping him clean and paint
the interior and are prepared to pay you at minimum wage rate.  I know
payment for the field trip has to be in by the end of next week and even if
you worked night and day, you would never earn enough in that time so if
you are prepared to take on the task, I will advance you the money against
your future pay; a risk on my part too but my son believes we can trust you
to fulfil your obligations.
   I'm sure you have little or no experience in this work but my two
brothers will give you advice and assistance.  One is a banker but is a
keen Do-It-Yourself enthusiast and has totally remodelled his home and the
other, an electrician.  He advised us that much of the wiring is old and
for safety reasons, should be renewed, work that will need to be done
before painting is started.  Again he is prepared to offer help and advice
and is qualified to do the connections.  The work will obviously take
months to complete and you could have a job well into the summer university
break if you decide to take it and I am sure you can arrange a suitable
schedule with Roy that will allow you and he to complete your university
work.
   Should you wish to take up our offer, please contact Roy tomorrow and we
can arrange a meeting at the cottage to show you the work and discuss the
terms.
   Yours sincerely,
   Eric Milne>
   He cc'd it to his son.
   Eric read and reread the email before hitting the send button.  In truth
he hoped sex would be involved and Roy would form a relationship with the
girl, a girl he had spoken of a number of times but never hinted of any
personal involvement with her, or any other girl.  "Since he turned
eighteen, only two girls have shown an interest in him but they were more
interested in his money than him as a person and after the fiasco when a
girl persuaded him to buy two tickets for a concert and then stood him up
and took another boy instead, he's turned his back on girls.  From the
little he's said about her, this one might be different.  I hope so," Eric
mused.
   Claire also read and reread the email many times.  At first sight it
seemed too good to be true.  "The salutation and valediction as well as the
length of the email suggests Eric Milne is a rather old fashioned man more
used to writing letters than sending emails so perhaps he has old fashioned
principles and actually means it when he says `no sex', not like Professor
Armstrong who, I'm sure, could have arranged a bursary for me if I agreed
to sleep with him.  It would have only been a one-night thing anyway
because he cannot stand the sight of my face and only looks at my tits when
he talks to me, not that I am over endowed in that department.  I guess he
heard that I am still a virgin and wanted to pop another student's cherry.
Roy's not shown much interest in me either, not since the project we did at
college four years ago but at least he uses my proper name and doesn't call
me `catface' like many of the students.  He too has the same name-calling
problem because of his limp and unnatural gait they've named him `hoppy'
although for both of us, there's less of it now we are older.  Do they
really want a decorator?  I did a little at home during my college years
but only putting emulsion paint on the walls and gloss on the doors.  It
may all be an excuse to get us together especially as he doesn't have a
girlfriend, at least I haven't heard of one.  Still if I am to get a decent
grade for this module and a good overall grade, I need to go on the field
trip and what if sex is involved?  At least it will be with a boy of my age
and not the lecherous old tutor and from what little I know of Roy, I'm
sure it won't be forced on me."
   Prematurely born while on a camping trip and away from a hospital with
only a young neighbour to help during the difficult birth, one side of
Claire's head became distorted resulting in elongated facial features on
one side and the right eye being slightly, but noticeably, higher than the
left.  Surgery reduced the distortion but her face would never be normal
and invariably she tried to hide that side of her face by covering it with
a one-sided hairstyle.  With many of her class-mates mocking her
appearance, she believed she'd never have a boyfriend and whenever possible
kept in the background away from others and applied herself to her work. 
Rebecca, her artificially blonde roommate, barely tolerated her and
frequently boasted about her boyfriends and wanted Claire to leave the room
when she brought one `home' but didn't count on her stubbornness.  "If you
want to bring a boy here for sex, fine, but I won't be leaving," Claire
told her forcefully.  They only did it once in her presence.
   In the lecture hall the following day, Roy sat alongside her but after
nodding a short greeting, they sat silently whilst the Professor spoke and
gave his presentation and it wasn't until they were leaving did she quietly
agree to see what the work entailed.  Suddenly Roy's face lit up in a smile
of pleasure and suggested they meet after the afternoon's session.  Claire
asked about the work but he replied that it would be better to see the
state of the place and he could explain what needed to be done.  Karen,
also on the course and a close friend of Rebecca's and who probably did
improve her grades by having sex with the tutor, seeing them sitting and
talking together, made a snide remark to the boy alongside her, "The two
cripples are getting together, perhaps it we could merge the two, we'd get
one decent body." The remark, of course, upset Claire but she brightened
when Roy gave her hand a squeeze.  Fortunately Karen didn't notice them
leave in Roy's car.
   They parked alongside a skip already half full of carpets and other
rubbish Roy had cleared from the house.  "We bought it with the furniture
and everything as the son left it when the old lady died and thought I
could make use of the stuff but a lot of it is well passed its useful
life." Inside Claire noted the smoke blackened ceilings from the open
fireplace, the peeling wallpaper and the general grime, except that in a
few places, an area of the wall had been cleaned to show the underlying
paintwork or the surface beneath the paper.  "It's going to take many hours
of work to make the essential rooms liveable, Claire, but I want to move in
as soon as I can because it is so much closer to the university than my
home and I want to be more independent from the family.  There are three
bedrooms upstairs and one bathroom and a separate toilet.  Downstairs we
have the kitchen, dining room, lounge and another toilet with a utility
room tacked on the back.  Everything seems to work in the kitchen and
bathroom but Uncle Andrew, he's the electrician, says we ought to replace
the boiler and heaters before we do much else because they are old and
inefficient and only just about safe.  He'll come over at the weekend and
help plan the wiring system.  What do you think?  Are you willing to help
me with this project?"
   Before she could reply, Eric arrived and introduced himself before
repeating the question.  Knowing she really didn't have a choice if she
wished to go on the trip but uncertain as to her ability or if she wanted
to commit herself to the project indefinitely, during the day she'd thought
about and anticipated the question and mentally prepared an answer.  "If
you pay me £5 an hour, which is a little below minimum rate because I am
totally unskilled at this type of work, for the fee of £450 I will agree to
work for 90 hours and at the end of that time, we should have found our
work and personal limitations.  We can then make a more informed assessment
of my usefulness and give both you and I the option of terminating the
agreement.  If at the end of that time and the work is not finished, as I'm
sure it won't be, we can extend the agreement if we wish to.  I presume you
will provide suitable clothes and the materials to do the work."
   Roy had also pondered on the question of pay.  "I know it will take
longer for you to pay off the your debt Claire, but I agree we pay you the
wage you suggest but only take £4 off the loan payment and give you £1
spending money so that you have a little pocket money to buy food and other
things you require.  I've noticed how often you miss lunch and probably
breakfast too," Roy suggested, knowing in the back of his mind, the reason
for suggesting it was to keep her with him for longer.
   "He must have been keeping an eye on me for some time without showing
his interest if he knows about my eating habits.  Does he actually like me?
Did he deliberately persuade his father to offer me the job to get to know
me?  What does it matter if as long as I get to go on the trip and be able
to finish the module?" Claire mused.  After more discussion she agreed to
the arrangement.
   The next morning Claire presented the cheque to Professor Armstrong who
looked at her curiously when he saw the signature on it.  "I have a
contract with him to paint and decorate Roy's house," she lisped out,
knowing he wouldn't believe her but she didn't volunteer any further
information.
   By their second weekend, the cottage looked much cleaner and would have
been ready for painting had not Uncle Andrew turned up with a grinder to
cut grooves in the plaster walls ready for the new electrical cables.  Even
with the vacuum running, dust covered everything.  At this early stage
Claire realised it would be far longer than Roy anticipated before the
place could be lived in.
   Nothing untoward happened during their first week working together
although they'd both begun to lose their shyness and spoke freely to each
other.  He became accustomed to her lisping speech and she ignored his
ungainly walk.  Their classmates though, seeing her leave in Roy's car
every afternoon and knowing his father paid for her trip, wrongly put the
two and two together and made one but two incidents the following week
started to change their relationship.  In the first, Roy stepped away from
the wall and, snagging the heel of his artificial foot on a loose board,
fell backwards and would have hit the floor had not Claire been there to
catch him.  He ended up in her arms with their faces close together and
remained in that position for a little longer than necessary until Claire,
resisting the urge to kiss him, helped him to his feet.
   The second incident lasted longer.  On the Friday evening they worked
until 10:30 p.m.  removing boards, drilling holes and running cables
through walls and because of the awkward positioning of the holes, Claire
did most of the drilling.  She actually began to enjoy the work and for the
first time in a long while, felt useful and doing a worthwhile job.  On
arriving back at the dorm, Claire started on her coursework, knowing it
needed finishing before Monday and continued until wearily she went to bed
at 2:00 a.m., half an hour before Rebecca arrived and began to drunkenly
talk about her boyfriend of the evening.  Claire finally snatched a few
hours sleep before Roy arrived at 8:30.  The hectic pace of work continued
at the house in order to get everything ready for Uncle Andrew to cut
grooves in the walls and make the connections on Sunday with Claire again
doing most of the donkey-work because Roy's foot didn't allow him to safely
climb the ladder into the attic or to step from one joist to another. 
Claire lost count of the times she climbed that ladder and was very
relieved when in the late afternoon, Eric turned up and invited her to dine
with them and wouldn't take no for an answer.  "Maureen, my wife, will make
my life hell if you don't come," he stated, "She's been wanting to meet
you."
   "But I've only my old clothes under these overalls."
   "Not to worry, Maureen's a down-to-earth woman and I doubt Roy will
change for dinner.  Wash your hands and be ready to eat in an hour, from
what I hear you've worked harder than most normal paid workers."
   With only a short time before dinner, Maureen, a quiet country girl,
fussed around and made Claire welcome.  Almost without warning a glass of
sherry was placed in her hand and it wasn't long before the alcohol began
to make her drowsy but she kept awake during the meal and even drank a
glass of wine.  However, sitting in the lounge afterwards she quickly dozed
and only vaguely remembered Maureen helping her into the guest room and
before sinking into oblivion, heard her berating her son for over working
`his girlfriend'.
   The early morning light filtered through the curtains when she woke and
noticed that someone had been in and removed her shoes and covered her with
the duvet.  "Was it Roy or Maureen?" she wondered and got up, still fully
dressed, desperate to find the loo.
   In the bedroom across the landing, Roy lay awake pondering over his
mother's rebukes and wondering if he really had forced Claire to work
harder than he should.  "She's always seemed willing and not overstretched
except perhaps she yawned a bit yesterday.  Is mother right in thinking of
her as my girlfriend?  I've never had a girl take an interest in me like
Claire does.  Is she doing it because I have money or because no other boy
will look at her?  I like to think she likes me; at least we get along
quite well together and can talk to each other.  Sounds like she's awake
now, perhaps I ought to apologise to her," he mused and slipped out of bed,
trying to unsuccessfully hide his erection.  In the end he donned a
dressing gown, picked up his crutch and hopped to her door without putting
on his foot.
   "Come in, Roy," she called in answer to his knock and indicated he sit
alongside her on the bed rather than stand awkwardly on one foot.  Roy
apologised, Claire apologised and tearfully held him close and before she
really understood what happened, their lips met and they kissed and hugged
each other.  Feeling his stiffness against her thigh she giggled, "You'd
better go to the loo but come back and I'll explain the reason for my
tiredness and it wasn't all to do with you being a slave driver." For a
while they lay side-by-side and talked quietly.  She knew her hair had
fallen behind her head clearly showing Roy the full extent of her facial
disfigurement but for once Claire left it that way.  "If he's really going
to be my boyfriend he will have to accept my face as it is," she told
herself, "And I will have to accept the sight of his stump when I get to
see it without a sock over it.  I can feel him getting hard again so he
doesn't find me that revolting.  Mustn't let him get carried away at this
stage though, but I'd better get to the clinic at Uni and get myself on the
pill to be on the safe side.  I can afford the pills now." With the close
proximity of his parents, they didn't go further but both knew their
relationship had changed and that they were now `an item'.  Maureen, having
heard them talking in the bedroom, gave her a hug and a kiss when they went
down to breakfast and again warned her son not to overwork his employee. 
Rebecca, of course, informed all her friends that Claire had spent the
night with Roy, without bothering to find out the truth, not that she would
have believed it.
   In the month before the field trip, their relationship flourished
although they never went further than hugging, kissing and feeling each
other through their clothing; Roy realised he could jeopardise his future
with her if he went too far too quickly and Claire still had reservations
concerning her facial appearance and his motives about her although these
diminished day by day.  Alone in her dorm room, she reminisced, "He
genuinely seems to like me and not just because none of the other girls
will look at him because of his crippled foot.  I really like him now that
I've been with him on his own and in my case I know it is not just because
no other boy will look at me.  When the time is right and we can do it
without interruption in a proper bed, I'll let him take my virginity now
that I am on the pill.  I doubt Maureen would object if I slept with him at
their house at weekends instead of the guestroom but I'm a bit nervous of
doing it when they might hear us.  I've paid most of my loan back so in a
short while I could go back to being on my own but the money he pays makes
such a difference to my life although now that we're almost a couple, it
doesn't seem right that I should keep taking it.  We've nearly finished the
painting of the bedrooms but there's all the fitments to put in and there's
still a lot to do downstairs, especially with the remodelling Uncle Jerry
suggests, which he will need help with so I'm sure he'll keep me for a
while even if he doesn't want me for personal reasons.  I'm sure he does
though.  Better get some sleep, classes in the morning."
   The field trip
   The flight from Stansted to Penzance was uneventful.  It arrived on time
and a coach awaited them for the thirty-mile journey to the field centre.
Arriving at the coach, most of the students, particularly the boys with
girlfriends, rushed on board and grabbed the back seats but being slower,
Claire and Roy sat nearer the front, apart from the others, and quietly
chatted and commented on the scenery.  Halfway there they realised they
were being set up by the other students especially Karen who had
voluntarily become the Professor's personal assistant and undertaken the
task of organising the accommodation.  Unnoticed by the pair until she
stood by their side, clipboard in hand, Karen smugly remarked, "I've put
you both in room 10.  You've been sleeping together for a while now so that
shouldn't be a problem."
   "We haven't..." Claire started but knew Karen wouldn't believe her.
   "It's the last room that's available.  They are all double rooms like at
Uni and I've already allocated the others, except that Professor Armstrong
has a bed free in his room if you want to share with him." Claire shook her
head and sat quietly for the rest of the journey pondering on this latest
development.  Both were secretly pleased but also a little worried over the
possible consequences.  "This may be our chance to do it," Claire thought,
"I will have to make the first move because Roy, I know, worries over being
rejected or my crying rape.  The others all believe we've been shagging for
weeks so if they hear us, it will only confirm their suspicions."
   The Centre, a converted riding school situated a short distance inland
from the sea, formed a quadrangle with two long accommodation blocks joined
by offices, dining, lecture and common rooms at one end and an arched
entrance with two rooms either side at the other.  Course students from the
university occupied the West Wing and a group from a junior school already
filled the East Wing.  "I'm sure putting us this far from the facilities is
a deliberate ploy of Karen's to make our life more difficult," Claire
muttered as they lugged their bags down the long corridor.  Unlike her room
at the university, the bunk beds were one above the other and the rooms,
recently upgraded to conform to new regulations, had en-suite facilities.
"I guess you'll have to sleep in the bottom bunk, Roy, because you won't
get up the ladder without a lot of difficulty especially when you take your
foot off at night but at least we won't have to trek all the way along that
corridor to get to the loo."
   Staff, knowing of their lunchtime arrival, provided sandwiches and while
they ate Professor Armstrong outlined the programme for their stay.  "This
afternoon is free for you to wander around and get to know the general area
and tomorrow you will be randomly assigned work areas to study.  For safety
reasons, you must work in pairs not go to these areas alone." When he
finished, he introduced John Fell, the Centre Manager who outlined the
facilities available to students and finished by saying, "The sea here goes
out a long way and, because of the exceptionally low tides, for most of
this week it will go out further than normal and that will give you the
opportunity to explore rock pools that are not always uncovered at low
water but make sure you find out the time of low water and head back up the
beach because once the tide turns it covers the area very quickly and can
trap the unwary on little islands with rivers of fast running water between
them.  Tide times are posted on a board by the entrance arch and low tide
today is at 2:30 so you have a little over an hour before it turns."
   With the sun shining and a gentle breeze off the sea to cool them, Roy
and Claire, both wearing light clothing, shirts, shorts and canvas shoes to
protect their feet, and carrying the collecting gear found in the centre,
set off for the rock pools.  A little later, having become absorbed by the
interesting creatures they found in the pools, Roy remarked, "It's 2:45 now
so I think we ought to head back.  I'm pretty sure that water is closer to
us now than it was." They'd started to walk hurriedly towards the higher
part of the shore when Claire heard a cry and saw a young boy standing on
one of the islands with the dry area rapidly becoming smaller as the water
swirled around it.  With no others in the immediate vicinity, Claire knew
she had to help and handing Roy her bag, shouted, "Go and get help while I
see what I can do.  I can swim but you can't."
   To get close she had to wade through shallow water to get to another
strip of dry ground, Unfortunately the boy, seeing her wade through the
water thought he could do the same but quickly found himself knocked off
his feet and swept along the channel by the strong current towards the open
sea.  Fortunately he could swim but not powerfully enough to make any
progress towards the shore.  Without any hesitation Claire ran beside the
river as far as she could but the water carried him further than she could
run.  Quickly she plunged into the water and swimming strongly, after a
hundred yards or so caught up with him but by then they'd been swept into
much deeper, colder water.  A short struggle ensued where she had to stop
him panicking and gripping her around the neck but eventually he quietened
and she asked name.  "Dan," he spluttered.  "Get on my back Dan and hold me
around my body so I can swim with you." He held on with his hands tightly
gripping her breasts.  Slowly she made her way towards the shore but all
the time the swift current carried them further along the coast and when
they arrived at a rocky outcrop that jutted into the sea, the eddy around
it swirled them out to sea again.  Despairing at her lack of power to get
to the shore and seeing two rocks a few feet apart, jutting out of the
water directly in their path, Claire wondered if she could hold on to them
at least until help arrived but the vortex they created swept her through
grazing and cutting her skin in numerous places and adding to those she'd
already sustained in the channel.  Cold and fast becoming very tired and
unable to swim properly with the boy on her back, she once more doggedly
tried swimming towards the land and to her relief found the eddy around the
point curled back on itself and at last found a foothold on land.  For a
few seconds she stood still until two men from the small crowd clambering
down the hill ran to the water's edge and helped her to where she could
collapse on the sand and be sick.  Her mind tuned out the cheers and
clapping as she waited for the cramps in her stomach to subside and for her
breathing to return to normal.  The pain in her arms and legs began to
register in her mind, not just from weariness, but from the knocks and
abrasions she suffered doing the collisions with rocks and obstacles she
encountered.  Both she and Dan had many scrapes, cuts and bruises, Claire
more than Dan, and the water made the blood flowing freely from them, cover
large areas of their bodies and looked far worse than the injuries
suggested.  Dan lay closely alongside, crying and shivering despite the
warmth of the sun and tightly holding her hand but wasn't sick.  Someone
threw a beach towel over them but Claire unable to say, "thank you," just
laid on the warm sand, exhausted and unmoving and cuddling Dan closely to
her.
   Roy didn't need to go far to alert people because a search was already
underway for the missing boy and the inshore lifeboat had been called out
but would have to travel several miles to the scene.  Pupils and staff from
the junior school and a few of the university students who'd decided to
walk the coastal path, together with a crowd of tourists, followed the
scene with excitement and horror as each time Claire tried to get near the
shore, the current swept her away again.  They followed a narrow track over
the headland and down the steep path to the next, usually deserted, bay,
and cheered and used their mobile phones to record the pair's arrival.  Roy
managed to hobble there too and used his shirt to wipe her face before
gently cuddling her.  By then the lifeboat arrived and the crew insisted
they be taken to the hospital for a check up.  Standing shakily, the
crewmen helped her into the boat and carried Dan.
   Wrapped in thermal blankets, Claire snuggled close to Roy on one side
and Dan on the other until he crept under her blanket too, refusing to stay
close to his teacher in favour of his protector and saviour.  At high speed
the rubber inflatable boat sped to nearest town where an ambulance waited
to take them to the hospital in Penzance where nurses quickly cleaned and
treated the cuts and scrapes and noted the bruises on Claire's breasts, but
otherwise the hospital staff deemed them to be in good health apart from
being very weary.  The headmistress from the junior school picked them up
in a minibus and repeatedly thanked Claire for saving Dan.  "He's only
eight years old but he's a little devil and we have to watch him all the
time," she told her, "From what I learned from the other children, in the
confusion of collecting all our stuff, he slipped in with a group of
tourists and then ran towards the water.  We noticed him missing but at
first thought he'd gone back to the bus with some of our gear but he
hadn't. Then one of the girls saw him and you and I called the lifeboat. 
You know the rest of the story better than I do." Later that evening a
large bunch of flowers arrived at the centre and she and Dan formally
presented them to Claire at the end of the evening meal.
   "I nearly died a hundred times in the half hour you were in the water,"
Roy declared as, with tears in his eyes, he gently hugged her in the
privacy of their room, "It made me realise how much I love you and how much
I want to be with you.  I love you, I love you," he repeated until she
whispered, "I love you too, darling." This time she didn't bother hiding
her body from him when she shed her still damp clothes to have a quick
shower before walking wearily to the dining room for their evening meal.
   BLOODIED MERMAID SAVES CHILD FROM DROWNING
   Ran the headline on the front page of the local evening paper together
with pictures of their arrival on the beach and warnings of the dangerous
tides.  The large picture that provoked the headline showed Claire's blood
covered body emerging from the water, bare-breasted and mermaid-like with
Dan still desperately clinging to her back, and until she saw the pictures,
she hadn't realised that in his efforts to hold on, Dan managed to get his
hands inside her blouse and grip her bra until that too became loose.  The
picture and the write-up pleased and embarrassed her although she wondered
where they'd obtained the facts about her personal life.  "Probably from
one of the students," she guessed, "I bet it wasn't Karen because it is
relatively accurate."
   Weary and stiff from her exertions, the pair said goodnight to the
others in the common room and were answered by many ribald comments as to
why they were retiring early.  They weren't far off the truth.
   In some of her worst moments when fighting the current seemed hopeless
and only Dan's presence on her back gave her the determination to carry on,
Claire had visions of dying a virgin, uncared for and unloved.  In those
moments she resolved that if she got safely back to Roy, she would use all
her wiles to seduce him and in the few respites from comments and questions
that evening she formed a plan.  "I'm still very stiff from the swim and
think another warm water shower might ease my muscles but it is difficult
to get my arms back far enough at the moment to do my shoulders properly,
would you mind coming in the shower with me and doing the necessary,
please, dear?" She knew he could stand for some time on one foot and even
hop for short distances but he preferred to have a support to hold on to.
Her.  Somewhat shocked at the unexpected request, Roy hesitated until she
added, "You don't have to if you don't want to."
   Roy quickly took her in his arms and said quietly, "Of course I will,
Dear, and I'll replace the cream the hospital gave you to put on the cuts.
Let me help you undress." By the time they'd undressed each other and for
the first time Claire had a clear view of his semi-erect prick and the
stump of his leg, they both knew her stiffness wasn't as bad as she made
out and Roy spent more time washing her front than massaging the muscles in
her back and arms.  In her turn she carefully made sure his prick was
perfectly clean and when they dried themselves it still stood out firm and
hard and her vaginal juices flowed copiously.  Sexily she lowered herself
on the bottom bunk and spread her thighs as wide and the bed allowed.
   "Make love to me now, Roy please." He didn't need a second invitation.
Slowly he inserted his prick and waited for a short while after bursting
her hymen and, at her request, fucked her more vigorously.  They climaxed
almost together and for a while lay clasped tightly to each other.  Only
later did they notice the dried blood on the sheets, not only from the loss
of her maidenhead, but her writhing opened up some of the cuts in her leg.
She used that as an excuse when apologising to the centre staff and asking
for clean sheets next morning.
   Dan forced himself between them when they sat for breakfast the next
morning, and putting his arm around her, kissed her cheek before again
thanking her for saving him and promised he would never run away from the
group again.  He seemed full of life and no worse for his ordeal. 
Throughout the meal he chatted about school and what they were going to do
that day and proudly showed her the scratches on his arms and legs,
fortunately not as severe as those on her body.  Karen, the last to arrive
for breakfast, gave Claire a look of pure hatred when the boys, with
suitable comments, directed her to Dan's place at a table of seven and
eight year olds.  The children though, had no inhibitions about talking to
her and quickly drew her into their little world.  More surprisingly at
breakfast next day when she arrived early, one of the girls took her hand
and led her to their table and she went without further objections and for
the remainder of the week sat with them while Dan continued to sit with his
`girlfriend'.
   After the excitement of the first day, little else of note occurred that
week apart from a visit by the police to take a statement and by Dan's
parents who thanked her profusely and gave a parcel containing new shorts,
shirt and bra.  The news report, syndicated to the Suffolk Press, made it
on TV and Eric and Maureen phoned the following morning and in the evening
Roy Skyped them and towards the end of the session they invited Claire to
spend the weekend with them without working on the cottage.  To Claire's
embarrassment, Roy replied, "Thanks, but don't worry about getting the
guest room ready, we've learned to share a room."
   "Perhaps it is better that our relationship is in the open and we won't
have to worry about secrecy," Claire thought.
   "Is that okay with you, Claire?" Maureen asked.
   "Yes, Mum, I need someone with experience to put cream on the difficult
to reach cuts." By the use of `Mum', the Milne's quickly deduced the
relationship between the pair had changed and they might soon have a
daughter-in-law.
   A month later
   At the end of another long day at the cottage, Roy remarked, "You've
worked off your debt now Claire, do you wish to continue in my employ or
return to your old way of life?"
   "Of course I'll have to continue with you as my slave driver because of
the exorbitant rent I will have to pay when I move into OUR cottage
shortly!"
   Finis 
  
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