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   Copyright (C) 2002, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved
   Date of first publication: Thursday PM, January 10, 2002
   Story codes: M/f mature man and young girl
   Story intro: David is a mature male who's wasted most of his life.  Fate
steps in and gives him a second chance with a major lottery win.  He uses
some of the windfall to help a family in distress and is rewarded.  Mari
the daughter plays a large part in his new life.
   Life is What You Make It
   Another story By
   Jack Spratt
   Author's Note: This chronicle is dedicated to a loyal reader whom
provided me with the idea that resulted in this story.
   Another day at work at the foundry is ending.  I've punched out.  With
my lunch box under my arm I walk to the parking lot with the other members
of my shift to start the journey home.  Four other guys ride with me and
pay for the privilege every payday.  It provides me with money to pay for
fuel and repairs.  It works out well for everybody.  The others are married
so they're able to leave their vehicles at home for family use.  My older
Chevy isn't much to look at but it's never let us down.
   My marriage is part of ancient history.  I got married at nineteen she
was seventeen.  It lasted all of eight months when she dumped me for an
older guy with money.  I got the divorce papers a year later.  Fortunately
we were childless.  It certainly wasn't for the lack of trying.  When I
think back on those days it was scary.  That was over thirty years ago.  I
never tried marriage again.
   I have done many stupid things in my life.  Once I thought booze would
be my savoir, it wasn't.  For a long time I lived for the present and never
considered the future.  Now all the things my dad told me are coming true.
I woke up one morning in a daze and it finally dawned on me that I'm slowly
sinking into the depths of no return.  From that day forward I only have a
drink on New Year's Eve.  I wish I could have told dad he was right but he
passed many years ago.  I have nothing material but his old car, my clothes
and a few furnishings but what I do have a very large savings account.  I
live in a rooming house on Page Street.  It isn't much but the landlord
allows hot plates, refrigerators and microwaves.  This is my world.  I work
and then go home.  I have no social life to speak of other then my bowling
league and going to the mall and to watch girls.  The last time I had
female companionship is a distance memory.
   One of my dad's favorite saying was `You reap what you sow.' Boy was he
right.
   I bowl twice weekly and occasionally on the weekend in a tournament.  My
only vise is buying my weekly lottery tickets.  Over the last ten years I
have won back nearly a one hundredth of what I spent.  Reminds me of the
pay back of my drinking days; but I keep buying, someone has to win.  This
weekend is a tournament and I feel good.  The week went well and my foreman
actually said a good word to me.  I have been working for the man for five
years and today he complimented me on a job.  Miracles do happen.
   The tournament is against another mill in town and the rivalry is quite
fierce.  The winner gets a trophy that has been passing from plant to plant
for years.  It is an old beat up silver one but keeps both teams striving
for the best of the best.  Tonight could be my night.  I am not the best
bowler in the league but I am consistence.  The night is full of suspense
as one team is in the lead and then is overtaken by the other.  The gallery
is full of members from both plants and the side bets are furious.  I am
the last member of my team to bowl.  I am at the last frame of the deciding
last game.  We are down by a few pins.  A strike gives us the trophy. 
Unfortunately the last time I bowled a strike Nixon was president.  My team
mates are cheering me on; the opposition is egging me on with the usually
sly insults about my ability.
   After a silent pray to whoever is listening I release the ball.  It
whirls down the alley.  I gave it a little body English and watch.  The
group around became silent as they realize it is the ball that could win
the game.  There is a crash as it hits the head pin, fortunately at the
right angle and after the booming and banging is over no pins are standing.
It is my first strike in years.  There is a thunderous roar.  We win.
   I find myself hoisted on my team mates' shoulders and have to keep a
clear head otherwise I can be part of a lighting fixture.  When the
celebration is over, all my team members and some of our opposition
congratulates me.  I feel great.  It is a night I will never forget. 
Before going home I make my contribution to the state and buy two lottery
tickets.  That weekend I splurge and go to Wendy's for supper.
   The following week I am still getting pats on the back for the strike.
The trophy is now gathering dust near our time clock until the next
tournament.  It is nearly three weeks later when I go home, shower then go
to the mall and girl watch.  I usually sit at the food court and nurse a
couple of cups of coffee.  Oh to be younger and have some money I could
live out my dream with one of the young beauties.  When I leave I pass by a
lottery queue.  I pull out my tickets that I have purchased in the past
three weeks to see how bad I lost.  I review the numbers of the one I
purchased on my bowling night and absently mindedly confirm the entire
numbers match.  I don't know what I am thinking but it doesn't register for
at least thirty seconds.  Then I feel the adrenalin rush.  I recheck the
numbers and again they match.  With my shaking hand I ask the clerk to
verify my ticket.  She scans it and hands it back to me.  We both wait for
the machine to respond, her with the nonchalant attitude, me in a
deathwatch.  Then it comes.  When the machine announces a winner it makes a
sound with bells.  It is the same sound with all winners whether it's ten
dollars or the jackpot.  The clerk hands it to me the confirmation slip
with non-committal congratulation.  She didn't look at the verification
high lights.  I read
   `You are a jackpot winner.  Contact the lottery commission immediately
to confirm the amount.'
   No amount is given, as there could be a number of winners and the prize
is split.  It is too late tonight to call so I head home.  Needless to say
I didn't get much sleep.  The next day at work I ask my supervisor if it is
possible to leave half an hour early.  He approves it without asking the
reason.  I tell my riders I will be about twenty minutes late picking them
up for the ride home.  They all assume I have a doctors' appointment.  I
round up my things and head to the lottery office is my work cloths.  I
have an inch of dirt on me but I don't have time to clean up.
   From the look of the clerk at the counter I certainly am not welcome.
   "Is this where I claim my winnings for the lottery?"
   I get a distained positive answer like I am a piece of dog shit.
   I get out my ticket and confirmation slip and hand it to her.  She
touches it like it is poison.  When she runs it through her machine I see
her attitude change.
   "You are a sole winner Mr.?"
   "David Parson."
   "Do you know how much you have won?"
   "No idea, I hope it pays me back all the money I have spent over the
years trying to win."
   "Well you are about to get your wish.  It is fifteen million dollars
over twenty years."
   I am stunned.  I have never won anything of note I my life, fifteen
million dollars that is a lot of money.
   "How much it I take it all now?"
   "Eight million, four hundred thousand dollars."
   "I will take the eight million."
   After a talk with her supervisor she explains to me that I will have to
pay withholding tax on my winnings.  I am issued a cheque for six million
nine hundred thousand and change.  I sign a number of forms and I am gone,
no picture no asking questions about what I am going to do with the money
just my cheque.  I hope it means there is no announcement of my winning.
   I don't know how I get back to the plant to pick up my riders but when
they get in they notice something different about me.
   "Doctors visit didn't go well?"
   "Really don't know yet have to do some tests tomorrow.  Will you guys
wait till I talk to the foreman?"
   "Not a problem you look terrible."
   When the foreman sees me he quickly acknowledges there is something
wrong and agrees I should take the tests my doctor recommends.
   I say goodbye and I will see him on Thursday.  Advising my riders I
won't be picking them up tomorrow I drive them home.  I get the drift that
one volunteers to drive tomorrow, as it'll only be one day.
   That night I didn't get much sleep worrying about the check.  Will
somebody steal it?  What happens if the room starts to burn?  What if I
forget where I put it?  Every stupid thing imaginable runs through my mind.
Finally dawn arrive without incident.
   When I first moved into this area I opened an account with a small bank
in a small strip mall.  Over the years I get to be familiar with most of
the tellers and know the manager on a first name basis.  He has made some
sound suggestions for investing my money that have yielded a goodly sum.  I
trust him.  My wages are automatically deposited into my account.  I
regularly use the cash machines to draw funds for my day-to-day
requirements.
   When I enter the manager notices me.
   "Hi David, aren't you working today?"
   "Had so business to attend too.  Are you busy?  I would like to talk to
you."
   "Sure David I always have time to talk to you.  You are one the oldest
clients of this branch.  We value your business.  Have a seat David.  What
can I do for you?"
   "Could you close the door Mr.  Greenside what I have to ask you is very
personal."
   I notice his facial expression change when I say personal.  I don't know
why.
   "Are you in trouble David?  How can the bank help?  A loan?"
   "No I am not in trouble just the opposite.  Can I ask you a question
about bank policy?"
   "Of course our policy is a public document."
   "Well this may sound stupid but if someone were to deposit a large sum
of money nobody from the bank would tell anyone would they?"
   "Divulging anything about bank business is a dischargeable offence.  We
take our clients confidentiality very seriously."
   "Well I would like to make a sizable deposit."
   "Well I am sure the tellers could handle it."
   I put out my wallet and retrieve the cheque and hand it to him.  He
nearly swallows his tongue.
   "My god that is the biggest check I have ever seen in this bank.  If you
invest this with us this branch will reach all it goals with one deposit.
How can I help you David?"
   I spent the better part of three hours with him deciding what to do with
my windfall.  I finally told him to put two hundred thousand in my bank
account and put the rest in a term deposit for thirty days.  I made
arrangements to come in at that time and decide what to do with it.  In the
meantime I can sit down and let this all sink in.
   I have no plans to change my life style.  I feel I am too old for that
but it isn't the case.  There is nothing in the local papers for three
weeks about a lotto winner that in its self takes a load off my mind.  When
I walk into the bank the tellers don't act any differently.  I did return
to work but my attitude changes from one of worrying about my old age to
one of confidence knowing that I can do just about anything my mind thinks
up.  Over the next three weeks I do find a two-bedroom apartment.  It is
the first time in years I actually shop for some new furniture not second
hand.  I buy a large expensive bed with box spring and mattress something I
have thought about for years but didn't buy.  I just suffered on the old
lumpy one that came with the room.  Tonight I will sleep the sleep of the
gods.  It is going to be a great Christmas this year.
   As you are aware my name is David Parson.  I am a fifty-one year old
divorcee.  The only family I have is a gold fish named hank.  My dad, bless
his soul, passed away many years ago, my mom prior to that.  I am an only
child.  So the only person to look out for me is I and hank.
   My new apartment is on the top floor of a three-story walk up.  It is
bright and clean.  Hank appears happier too.  A new flat screen television
with all the newest features and a new computer fill the spare bedroom.  I
haven't had any guests for over ten years and I don't expect any in the
future.  The only other thing that I change is my car.  A newer Chevy
replaces my old one.  I didn't buy brand new, as it would be out of
character.
   As we go into the Christmas season I feel great realizing I can do
something for others.  I anonymously donate a sizable sum to a mission that
fed me when I was down and out as a drinker.  It is in the local papers and
the mission is overjoyed to be able to provide their clients with extras at
the annual Christmas Dinner.
   When I go to the mall now I realize I can buy anything my heart desires
but I stick to girl watching.  Even though it is the end of October there
are Christmas decorations lining the corridors and as usual packed with
shoppers.  Over the past couple of weeks I have been noticing one young
lady in particular.  I don't know why but I keep picking her out of the
crowd instinctively.  She is always alone and seems to be carrying the
troubles of the world on her shoulders certainly not something a young
teenage girl should be doing at this time of year.  Her clothing is clean
but well-worn and out of style.  What I notice is her body in spite of the
baggy shirts she is always wearing.  The way she moves is so feminine.  I
assume she is not from a well-heeled family and uses the mall to get away
from her uneventful life.  She reminds me of a younger female version of
me.
   Today as I walk to my favorite area I notice she is sitting across from
where I usually sit.  This allows me to get a real good look at her.  Her
hair is clean but straggly looking.  Her well-worn jeans are molded to her
hips and legs.  She has a nice ass.  When she gets up to put a gum wrapper
in the waste container she moves like a cat.  I watch her for nearly twenty
minutes before I realize she has tears running down her face.  Now I have
been a softy for girls in distress and one that is crying really puts the
guilt trip on me.  I don't like to see woman cry.  I walk over to her.
   "Can I help you?"
   "Nobody can help me."
   I offer her a hanky to wipe away the tears and sit down beside her.  I
can feel the charisma between us, at least I feel something.  This has
never happened before with anyone.  Again I inquire.
   "Well sometimes talking helps with the problems.  Please I want to help
if I can."
   "Why would you want to help?  I don't know you."
   "Well I am David Parson.  Now you know me.  What is your name?"
   She looks at me in disbelief that someone actually cares about her
problems.  This close I see that she is beautiful and with a little makeup
and new clothing she would be a knockout.  I feel myself stirring, like the
dead rising from the grave, a feeling I haven't felt in years.  I mentally
chastise myself for thinking about her in that context.  I am offering her
help and wonder what she would be like sexually.
   "My name is Marisol but everybody calls me Mari.  My mom just got laid
off and we are about to be evicted.  There is no money for anything and
Christmas is a not that far away.  My younger brothers Ron and Robby have
been looking forward to it.  Now it is possible that my family could be
torn apart if the authorities get involved.  Mom would be heartbroken if
that is to happen.  Now you know Mr.  Parson, nobody can help us."
   "When is the last time you had a good meal?  Things always look better
if you have a full stomach."
   "Three days ago, I have been giving my portions to my brothers.  Mom
spent the last of her money on food on the weekend.  I don't know what we
will do for tomorrow.  The rent is past due for this month the landlord has
been good but he can't afford to let us stay without paying.  We have
nobody to turn too."
   "Come with me Mari, the least I can do is feed you."
   The food the young lady put away puts me to shame.  I have never seen a
person eat so much.  I really feel humble, here I am with wealth I will
never be able to use and here she is just starting her young life with an
anvil already around her neck.  I know I have to do something to help and
still remain aloof at this point in this very new acquaintanceship.  I know
where I would love this to go but she is so young with likely no interest
in a man that could be her grandfather.  When she is finally finishes
eating her attitude is improved.
   "I don't know how to thank you David.  No one has ever taken an interest
in my family's problems."
   "You don't need to thank me.  I feel good knowing I can help in this
small way."
   When Mari smiles she lights up the whole area.  Her eyes are now bright
with a magnetic sparkle too them.  Her face is a joy to gaze on and her
lips need to be kissed often.  My stirrings continue bring back
recollections of when sex was my reason for living.  How I relish those
memories.  Then I come back to the planet.
   "Mari how would you like some new clothing?"
   She looks at me with suspicion and expression changes from one of
confidence to one of fear and uncertainty.  I quickly attempt to dispel
those feelings.
   "Don't get me wrong it is on the up and up.  If you don't feel
comfortable about it we won't pursue it but my intentions are honorable.  I
have a bit of money I would have spent on myself for Christmas but it will
make me feel good to help someone.  Call it my Christmas gift to humanity."
   Watching Mari, she continues to study me then she smiles.
   "Well if it will make you feel good why not?"
   There's a large Gap store across from the food court.  I accompany Mari
to a clerk and ask her to give Mari all the assistance she requires and
when she has picked out her items to call me.  I give the clerk my Titanium
Visa Card and her eyes light up.  She knows I've a no limit credit card
fortunately Mari isn't that aware of its meaning.  I return to our table in
the food court and sip on my coffee.  I watch others moving through the
mall carrying bags of goodies for their families.  For some reason I do
feel good about myself for helping a stranger in distress.
   Four coffees later the clerk waves to me to come into the store.  Mari
has purchased the complete stock of the store at least from the pile of
bags beside her it seems that way.  The clerk hesitates handing me the Visa
chit to sign.  I didn't even look at the total but signed and returned it
to her.  Now the clerk and Mari are very happy.  If that clerk is on
commission I just made her season.  I borrow a cart from the store and load
it with the purchases.
   "Are you happy Mari?"
   "Do you know how much all this costs?  You didn't even look at the bill.
I don't know what to say."
   "Say nothing.  Here this is my phone number call me if you ever need
anything.  I will help you to the main door and give you money for a taxi
as I said no strings attached."
   I watch as she leaves with her purchases and drives off into the night.
I feel a bit of remorse but I know she is a young girl and I did help. 
I've no preconceived idea that she will be interested in me.  I do hope she
calls but I didn't count on it.  I go home feeling good about myself.  I
didn't hear from Mari that night or the next day.  I feel a bit of a loss
but still though it was worth every cent I spent on her.
   However on the next night she did call.
   "Hello David?"
   "Yes this is David who is this?"
   "It is Mari.  I had to call you and thank you for what you did for me.
Mom couldn't believe anything like this could happen.  But I assured her
you were real and she wanted to thank you.  My mom's name is Andrea.  Here
she is."
   "Hello this is Andrea, Mari's mom.  I don't know who you are but you
brought so much happiness into my daughter's life.  The clothes you bought
for her are things we just dreamt about.  I don't know how to thank you."
   Andrea's voice is so soft and sexy.  I know I shouldn't be thinking in
those terms but I can feel it in her voice.  I wonder what she looks like
then remembering how beautiful her daughter is I assume she is a beautiful.
She doesn't sound that old but voices can be deceiving.
   "Well it was my pleasure to do something for you daughter.  I came into
a little bit of money and would have spent on some useless things but I
feel good about helping."
   "Well I did want to thank you.  May this Christmas be as wonderful for
you as you made for Mari."
   "Why thank you and may your fortunes improve as well."
   "Well that is something we both hope Mr.  Parson."
   My caller I.  D.  telephone retains all the numbers.  I retrieve Mari
number and with a computer program that does reverse locates on phone
numbers come up with their home address.
   The next day after work I drive to the complex.  It is nothing to write
home about but to Mari it is home.  I notice there is a vacancy and it has
the superintendent's unit number and phone listed.  I walk around the
complex looking for it.  Finding it I knock.
   "Hello I am looking for some information on one of your tenants can you
help me?"
   "What kind of information?"
   "It has come to the attention of our group that one of your tenants
could be on the verge of being evicted and we are a benevolent organization
that tries to help people in need."
   "You have to be talking about the Rights.  Mrs.  Right lost her job
because of her Asthma.  She has three children two boys seven and ten and a
very beautiful young daughter fourteen."
   "And Mr.  Right?"
   "That is the sad part he died in an industrial accident three years ago
and the insurance money wasn't enough to provide everything now that Mrs.
Right lost her job.  I feel sick about it but I have given them notice to
move.  The property owners are not a charitable organization."
   "I am not blaming you or them.  We must verify the family is in need. 
If the rent is paid will that cancel the notice?"
   "Yes if the rent is paid the property owners are not concerned about who
the tenants are.  That is my job.  They are a good family that have had so
many misfortunes in their life."
   Further discussions confirm they are three months in arrears on their
rent.  The gas and power company are also in arrears and have contacted the
landlord to pay the arrears.  I make arrangements to pay the rent up to
date and two months in advance.  I also pay the gas and power bills and
arrange with the super to pay five hundred dollars to each for future
energy.  I have the super sign an official looking receipt I got from my
friendly bank manager.
   "Can I tell the Rights who their benefactor is?"
   "No my principals want to remain anonymous but you can tell the Rights
they are no longer under an eviction notice.  I hope their Christmas will
be better after they get the news."
   "Please tell your principals they just did a wonderful thing for a very
worthy family.  No one should have to go through what they have."
   After leaving I look for a local grocery store.  There is a family store
two blocks away.  I ask the clerk if they have delivery.  They do.  You
have heard the term shop till you drop well that is what I do.  The
checkout clerk is flabbergasted at the number of full buggies I have.  Not
knowing what the family requires I just go down each isle and keep adding
to the pile.  Nine hundred dollars later I leave the store with the
assurance of the owner it will be delivered within two hours.  Part of the
order includes a turkey and all the trimmings for an elaborate Christmas
dinner.  I drive home really feeling good about myself.  I wish I could
have been at the door when the clerk arrives.  They will be putting away
groceries for hours.
   Work goes well.  You would be surprised how good you feel going to work
knowing you really don't have too but for me they are my family.  I have
worked with these guys for so long they are my only family.  A couple of my
riders comment, I seem a lot more outgoing then before.  I tell them it is
the Christmas spirit.  As I listen to them talk about their Christmas
dreams I make mental notes of some of the gifts they would like to give to
their families but can't afford.
   That weekend I am back at the mall at my favorite food court table
watching the young ladies go by.  I am surprised when Mari sits beside me.
She looks so beautiful in her new clothing.  Her young breasts draw my eyes
to them I can see her nipples pushing on her blouse.  I get that feeling
again.
   "Hi David you have been busy haven't you?"
   "Yes work has been very good we have to make up production for the time
we get off at Christmas.  I get Christmas week to New Year's off so we do
work a lot of overtime during November and December."
   "That isn't what I mean.  You paid our rent didn't you?"
   "What are you talking about?"
   "The superintendent told us a benevolent fund paid our back rent gas and
power bills plus two months in advance.  You didn't have to do that."
   "What made you think it was me?"
   "The description the super gave us fits you to a tee.  I didn't tell mom
I thought it was you."
   "Well there a many that looks like me.  Look at the guy across the way
except for the glasses we look very similar."
   She looks and can see the resemblance.  I now have her second guessing
herself I have placed doubts in her mind.  I have an opportunity to study
her.  Her long legs are very well shaped.  The slacks do justice to be
wonderful hips.  Her bum is nicely rounded and very sexy.  Her hair is
clean and pulled into a ponytail.  What a transformation since our first
meeting.  Mari is beautiful and very desirable.  How I wish she could be
interested in a mature horny male, me.
   Over coffee Mari mentions she wants me to meet her mom.  She still
harbors the feeling I am responsible for the good things that happened in
her life since we met.  I agree to come for dinner tonight.  She asks calls
her mom.
   "Mom is so pleased, so am I David.  Dinner is at six.  I have never met
anyone like you.  If we weren't here in the mall I would kiss you."
   Now that is the best offer I have had in a long time and it is the girl
I have been dreaming about since we met.  When she leans over her blouse
opens and I can see her perky breasts entrapped in a lacy bra.  How I would
love to feel those globes.
   "Well if I am going to be your dinner guest I had better go home and get
cleaned up.  Have to make a good impression.  Can I give you a lift?"
   "Yes please I need to help mom."
   After leaving the mall I lead Mari to my car, open her door like a
gentleman and then close it behind her.  She looks so pretty sitting there
watching me.  When I get behind the wheel she slides over and pulls my face
to her and I watch as she moves her lips towards mine and kisses me.  The
original attraction that I had for Mari since I first noticed her explodes
as our lips touch.  The searing heat of the kiss runs through my body.  Her
soft hands are still holding my face in position and she kisses me again.
Memories of day's long gone return, long buried feelings flash through my
mind.  Realizing the futility of my dream I straighten up and start the
car.
   "Where do you live?"
   "You mean you don't know?"
   "Well how would I know?  You took a taxi home the last time we parted."
   I really have her second-guessing herself now.  She gives me the
address.
   "What is the best way of getting there?  I am not familiar with that
street?"
   That comment throws her.  She explains the route and we drive in
silence. My mind is on her soft sensuous lips.  I haven't felt this excited
for years.  Mari is lost in thought.  I sneak a look at her pubes.  There
is an obvious protrusion between her legs, oh what I wouldn't give to see
her undress.  My mind does some tricks and I know I have a smile on my
face. We turn onto her street.
   "How far up the street to your home?"
   That brings Mari out of her thoughts.  She points out the building I had
visited and I stop in front of a unit two doors from hers.
   "Well you are close.  Mine is two door back."
   "Oh I am sorry."
   I back up the car to her front door.  She is looking at me
questioningly. She doesn't know what to think.
   "Mari you are so beautiful.  I just wanted to tell you."
   "Thank you David.  You aren't bad yourself."
   She leans over and kisses me again then she is gone running to her front
door.  I have time to get a few things to bring with me.  I stop at a party
store and pick up a bottle of wine.  At a `Toys `r Us' outlet I find a Play
Station and five games something for the boys.  Next stop is a florist for
a large bouquet of red roses for Mari's mother but what should I get for
Mari.  What am I thinking?  She is so young and I am way past my prime as
far as looks go.  During my run at the world I didn't take care of my body
and that did take a toll.  There is no product available to erase the
stupidity of my youth.
   Hell I can afford to dream.  I return to the mall and go to the Gap.  I
locate the same clerk.  Her eyes light up when she sees me, more
commission.
   "How can I help you?" "You remember the young lady that likely made your
month of commissions?"
   "Oh yes.  I will remember that sale for a long time.  Why?"
   "Did she purchase and bras and panties?"
   The clerk looks at me funny.
   "Yes."
   "Well I would like for you to pick out the three sets of matching
panties and bras and then have them wrapped for me."
   "What type of panties?"
   "Bikini or thongs."
   She leads me to the lingerie counter and brings out a large selection of
sexy choices.  We select silky material in the sexiest colors available. 
As I watch her remove the sales tags then start to wrap I notice a shear
black lacy teddy.  I can feel my cock stirring as I imagine Mari standing
before me modeling it for me.
   "You might as well add that teddy if you have it her size."
   "I wish you were my friend.  I love these clothes but I can't afford
them."
   After paying as I walk to the door, I pass a jewelry store.  Mari has
her ears pierced and usually wears junk jewelry.  Twenty minutes later I
have diamond earrings and a matching necklace in a gift-wrapped box.
   With all my goodies in the car I head home for a shave and a shower.  I
want to look presentable so I grab my suit and remove the dry cleaning
wrapper.  The last time I wore it was for the bowling banquet last year. 
It is certainly not the current style but it is sharp and I have a shirt
and tie to match.  My dress shoes were covered with dust.
   I'm really uncomfortable dressed like this but I want to make a good
impression on Andrea.  She will be the key to me getting to know Mari
better.  At five to six I'm knocking on their door.  A very striking woman
in a white dress opens the door.
   "You must be David Parson."
   "You must be Andrea Right, Mari's mom.  I can see where she gets her
beauty."
   "No wonder Mari so infatuated with you Mr.  Parson.  Come in."
   Her lips are alluring and moist Mari's.  As a mother of three she still
has a body that must turn men's head as she walks by.  She is wearing a
white dress that accents her body.  Her breasts are full and her tummy is
flat.  Her brown hair frames her face.  Her lipstick does justice to the
lips it coats.  The desire to kiss her is so strong.  I feel that stirring
again.  Her scent doesn't help.  I hope I'm not tenting.
   Once in the room I present her with the flowers and the bottle of wine.
   "I hope you like roses.  The wine is for dinner.  I hope it is a type
you like."
   "I love the roses Mr.  Parson.  I can't remember the last time someone
bought me flowers."
   "Please call me David."
   Andrea introduces me to her two sons Ron and Bobby.  I present them with
the wrapped Play Station.
   "Can we unwrap it mom?"
   Andrea looks at me and I nod yes.
   "Yes boys it is okay."
   The look in their eyes is priceless.  This must have been on their wish
list.  They look at me and both thank me.  Then they are gone.
   "David you shouldn't have.  I know what they cost.  I just invited you
to dinner not to bankrupt you."
   "Please I can afford it.  It has been a long time since I have had that
opportunity to make someone feel good, at least for me to realize I had it
my power to do it.  You get ornery and self-centered till something moves
you to do some good for others.  Mari did that for me."
   "Mari was right about you.  You are different from all the other men in
her life with the exception of her father.  Do you know she thinks she is
in love with you?"
   Now that is one thing that never crossed my mind.  I know it would be
easy for me to love such a beautiful girl but I never thought she would
have any interest in me.  Now I really feel good.  As Andrea leads me to
the living room I have to admire her body.  Her nylon-encased legs are well
toned from her high heels to where the legs disappear in her dress.  I am
thinking thoughts that aren't Christmassy.  Her body would feel great
against mine.
   There is a rustle behind me and I look.  Standing there is a vision of
beauty a smaller version of Andrea.  Mari is dressed similar to her mother
and is so striking, I'm sure my mouth is hanging open.  Everything about
her screams sex.  The appeal of her breasts matches her mom's.  Looking at
her only reinforces my desires for her.  She comes to me, wraps her arms
around my neck and kisses me.  My mind goes blank and I kiss her with all
the passion I can muster.  My hands are running up and down her back, she
feels so soft.  I can feel her panties and her bra strap under her dress.
When the glow of the kiss subsides I realize that her mom is watching us.
Now I feel like a shit.  What will she think?
   "David I could use a kiss like that.  Will you let him kiss your mom
Mari?"
   "Well I guess one wouldn't hurt."
   Mari and her mom are enjoying this little bit of interplay.  I am
feeling a touch uncomfortable and they are laughing about it.  Andrea moves
like a cat towards me.  She is in front of me then her arms are around my
neck.  I pull her body close to me and kiss.  She tastes fantastic.  Then I
feel her tongue forcing its way it to my mouth.  Her body is rubbing up and
down my hero.  After the kiss she whispers.
   "We are going to have to do something about that later."
   I look at her in shock and am greeted with a knowing smile.  My blood
rushes to my cock and I've no control over it.  Mari watches the display
with an amused look, as it is something that happens daily.  I sit down
trying to get control of my feelings.  Mari sits beside me as Andrea head
for the kitchen.
   "Mari I will take care of the dinner you amuse our guest."
   "I think mom likes you David.  She has been on a few dates since daddy
died but nothing ever developed."
   Mari is back in my arms kissing me.  I can feel the heat of her lovely
breasts against my chest.  My hands want to cup each one of them.  When we
break I know I am in love with this young teenager.  But can she really
love me?
   "Here Mari I bought you a gift.  I hope you like them."
   She opens the jewelry first.  Her eyes tell me that she is overwhelmed.
The diamonds flash in the light.  She looks at me and is again in my arms.
I can feel the heat of the tears running down her face.
   "Oh David they are so beautiful but you shouldn't have.  They must have
cost a fortune."
   "Put them on, please."
   She stands up and removes her earrings then gently attaches the new
ones. I get up and help her with the necklace.  She stares in the mirror
dreamy eyed.
   "They're beautiful David.  I have to show mom."
   "Open the other gift."
   In her fascination of the earrings and necklace she forgot about the
other gift.
   She notices the Gap wrapping paper and looks at me questioningly.  When
she lifts up the thong of the one set that is a narrow piece of cloth, it
would only cover her luv lips.  I can see her blush as I watch her take out
each item.  The teddy really does it.  She turns red.
   "They're beautiful David.  Why did you do this?  You have done so much
for me already."
   "Mari you are the best thing that has come into my life in years.  I
don't know what else to do?"
   "Just love me David."
   She is in my arms this time her tongue is playing with my tongue.  My
erection is coming between us.  She must have noticed because she is
rubbing her pubes against it.  Oh how good it feels.  She breaks away from
me and gathers up her gifts and disappears to her room.  Shortly after that
I hear Andrea.
   "Mari they are beautiful.  Do you have any idea what they must have
cost?"
   I don't think I'm supposed to hear that.  I sit down and wait to be
called for dinner.  The boys are really into the game as I can hear a
continuous flow of different sounds.  This quiet time allows my
embarrassing situation to correct itself.
   "Dinner is served."
   Mari leads met the table giving my hand a big squeeze.  She is beside
me. Andrea is sitting across from me.  I am surrounded by beauty.  Dinner
goes well.  Andrea and Mari enjoy the wine I only touch my tongue to it. 
Alcohol and I do not get along well and I want to make the best impression
possible.  The boys quickly finish and are looking at their mom for
permission to leave the table.  They have the game bug.  Numerous times
during the meal I feel Mari hand massaging my leg.  I wish I could do it
with her.  I am on pins and needles not knowing how Andrea will react to a
mature man interested in her only daughter and a teenager at that.
   "Any one for dessert?"
   The only dessert I can think of is between both of these beautiful
ladies' legs.  How I would enjoy kissing both of their soft peaches.  I
jolted out of my dream.
   "David would you like dessert?"
   "No I am full.  That was a great meal.  You are an excellent cook."
   "Actually Mari is the cook.  I never could master it.  I make a mean
sandwich and soup though."
   I help with the dishes and we retire to the living room.  Mari is
sitting beside me on the sofa and Andrea is in a comfortable chair.  Mari
snuggles into my chest with on hand on my thigh.  I can feel the reaction
on my body.  Andrea watches and smiles.  I notice her dress has ridden up
her legs and she makes no attempt to pull it down.  It isn't long before I
am looking at a very damp thong.  She is wearing stay-up nylons.  The view
is breath taking.  Mari is now asleep in my arms.  Andrea tells the boys to
get ready and go to bed.  I hear complaints but they go to bed.
   "She is really taken by you David.  She is a good girl with so much on
her mind.  I wish I could have shielded her from this part of life till she
was older."
   "I am interested in your daughter in ways I don't like to admit.  I am
aware of our age difference and will not pursue my feelings."
   "You may not have a choice in the matter.  Mari talked at length about
such a situation and she is adamant that age is not the criteria for a
relationship."
   "Are you condoning a relationship between me and your daughter?"
   "I didn't say that, but I wouldn't stand in the way.  You know as well
as I do once you say no they take it as a challenge.  Mari is very mature
for her age.  She had to grow up fast after her dad died.  She has a good
head on her shoulders."
   All kinds of things are going through my head.  All the different
scenarios I have thought about with Mari could actually come true.  I feel
her stir.  She looks at me with sleep in her eyes.
   "Maybe we should call it a night Mari.  I should go home as I have to
work tomorrow."
   "Ok David thanks for coming to dinner."
   She leans over and kisses me and disappears to her bedroom.  How I would
love to be going with her.  I get up and walk to the door.
   "Thank you for dinner Andrea.  I appreciate your confidence in your
daughter."
   "Do you have to go?  I need some TLC also."
   Andrea grabs my hand walks me towards to a room just off the living
room. It's her bedroom.  Her arms are around my neck and we kiss.  Then I
feel her rubbing my growing cock.  The zipper comes down and she gropes and
finds my now fully extended man meat.  My hands are on her full breasts. 
Now instinct takes over.  In short order I have her dress in a pile at her
feet.  Her slip goes next followed by her bra and panties.  She looks
beautiful standing there in her nylons.  Her breasts are heavy and her
nipples are large but considering she had three children she is a dream
come true.  My mouth is at one nipple then the other.  We both fall back on
the bed.  I have dreamt of nights like this but never thought it would go
past the dream stage.  When I touch her pussy it's so moist and her luv
lips are puffy.  I have to get a better look.  We kiss and then I give her
butterfly kisses down her body till I reach my goal.  Her luv lips are so
full and inviting.  I kiss them and hear Andrea moan.  Her legs spread wide
opening her moist blossom exposing a very pink and wet opening.  I can't
help myself, my tongue takes over, dessert.  It has been a long time
between pussies.  The juice flows as fast as I can lick.  I soon get my
fill.  Andrea explodes several times.  Her hands are in my hair pulling me
up.
   "Don I want to feel you in me.  I haven't had a cock since my husband
died.  But seeing you with Mari got me so hot and horny.  Please take me
David."
   I am hard and ready.  Andrea's hand is on my shaft guiding it.  When the
head touches its goal I slowly enter to the max.  Oh it's been way to long
since I felt this good.  We slowly get into a rhythm and pound each other.
She meets each thrust with gusto.  I feel her body tense, her nails digging
my back as she cums.  I keep holding back but it isn't an easy task.  Then
I erupt shooting strings of cum deep into her.  Then the guilt hits me like
a hammer.  I just fucked Mari's mom.  This was not planned.  What will she
think?
   "Thank you David.  I really needed that.  It proves I am still a woman."
   "There is no doubt about that Andrea.  You're all woman.  It has been
years since I had any sort of relationship."
   On my drive home the guilt trip really hits me.  I just blew any chance
I may have had with Mari.  My dad's saying comes into mind.  `Life is what
you make of it.' I feel like hell.  It takes forever to fall asleep.  My
dreams of a perfect Christmas just go down the shitter.
   Still feeling like a shit I go to work.  Considering all I had got going
for myself, happen makes me feel like a failure, too bad there isn't a cure
for stupidity.  My chances of seeing Mari again are infinitesimal, just
because I could not control my hormones, mind you Andrea didn't help. 
Later sitting in my apartment, I stare at the telephone wishing it would
ring with Mari on the other end.  It doesn't.
   By Friday I feel a bit better and have come to accept Mari will not be
part of my life.  I take a trip to the mall figuring girl watching would
make me feel better.  For a while they did.  A number of young prospects
come walking through loaded with presents.  Christmas is in three weeks and
with all my money it will be bleak.  Then I hear.
   "Why haven't you called David?"
   Mari is beside me.  Her face is that of an angel.  Make up accents her
stunning eyes it's like looking into her soul.  She looks five years older
and looks more beautiful than ever.  Her lips are shining with a soft red
gloss begging to be kissed.  She is wearing my gift earrings and necklace.
Her scent is having an effect on me.  My desire for her hasn't subsided.
   "I didn't think you would want to see me again.  You look so beautiful
Mari."
   "You mean because you had sex with mom?  I knew she would try after
seeing you.  She hasn't had anyone since dad died and you are a handsome
man."
   "You know?"
   "Yes she told me about it in the morning.  She was feeling guilty about
it too.  I don't mind Don, mom is a beautiful woman and I am only a young
girl."
   "Mari you are the best thing that has happened to me in many years.  My
life has changed for the better since meeting you.  I wanted to call and
apologize many times but couldn't bring myself to call."
   "I haven't taken off the necklace since you gave it to me.  I wear the
earrings every day.  My girlfriends are so jealous.  They know I have
someone but have no idea who.  They never will."
   "Oh Mari I'm in love with you."
   "Oh David I have dreamt about you saying that.  Let's get out of her."
   Once in the car she is in my arms and we kiss.  The feelings that are
running through my body I haven't felt since I was a teenager.  We must
have set a record that night because I don't think we came up for air for a
long time.  I did get to feel her titties and it just makes me want more.
   "Let's go to your apartment."
   "Are you sure Mari?"
   "I have never been more positive about anything in my life."
   She is part of me as we drive home.  I didn't know how far this would go
tonight so I stopped and bought three packages of condoms.  I gave her the
bag.
   "Oh Don thank you, you must have read my mind."
   Once at the apartment I lock the door then carry her to the bedroom. 
She is wearing one of the sets of bra and thongs from the Gap.  She looks
so lovely.  My old body is shaking like a leaf.  I can't believe I am
undressing a fourteen-year old girl.  My hands are trembling attempting
undo the bra hooks.  Her breasts are beautiful globes similar to her
mothers.  Each nipple is kissed and sucked.  The black thong is gripping
her pussy is very wet, her scent hits me.  Gently tugging, the strip of
cloth slips from her slit.  I gaze in awe at the beauty of her down covered
peach.  Mari slit is slightly open her moisture is very evident.  I can't
help myself leaning forward inhaling her sexual essences.  My body accepts
this as ambrosia.  Its power goes straight to my groin.  My erection is
straining for release.  I can't take my eyes off of Mari's body.  Undress
my monster is released.  Her eyes grow.
   "David that's so big.  My brothers are a lot smaller.  Oh please hurry I
want to feel you next to me."
   For the next eternity we discover each other's body.  Mari soft hands
are all over me then she concentrates on my erection and sack.  She is
fascinated in the movement of my balls.  Me I can't get enough of her body
and soon find myself between her legs sniffing and then licking.  It is a
first time for her, as she seems shocked when I lick her pussy but soon
realizes that I want to do it and she relaxes and enjoys the wonderful new
feelings running through her body.  I have to marvel at her pussy it is
beautiful framed in her soft golden tresses.  I manage to coax her clitoris
from its hood and latch on to it bringing multiple climaxes.
   Mari moves me to my back and rests her head on my stomach as she
manipulates my cock and balls.  She seems like a child with a new toy.  She
likes the way my foreskin rolls back exposing the head of my cock.  I think
she wants to do more but is not sure of herself.
   "You can kiss it if you want Mari."
   She leans over and kisses the moist precum covered slit.  Then I nearly
cum, when her mouth engulfs me.  Her back is flawless skin right down to
her shapely bum.  I reach down and feel her cheeks and run my finger
between them.  Her body flinches when I touch her rosebud, it is flawless
tight oval.  My finger can feel her heat of her tight opening.  She
continues to explore my shaft with her mouth.  My caressing stop when Mari
concentrates on that task.  How long has it been since I last felt this
sensation?
   "David I want you to do to me what you and mom did.  I feel so funny
between my legs.  I never would have thought anyone would kiss me there. 
It feels so good."
   "It could hurt, are you sure?"
   "Well if mom can do it so can I.  Tell me what to do."
   I can't take the chance in taking Mari without a condom.  The last thing
I want is to get her pregnant.  Mind you I don't know if I could but I'm
not going to tempt fate.  I get the condoms.
   "First thing is a condom.  You can do the honors."
   Explaining how to retrieve it from the foil wrapper and then roll it on
my engorged shaft.  She looks at the nipple at the end of it with
questioning eyes.
   "It is to hold the sperm.  You will see shortly."
   She naturally lies on her back and spreads her legs.  She has a look of
anticipation as well as a bit of fear of the unknown.  I move between her
legs.
   "Are you sure Mari?  I love you and we don't have to do this."
   "I want to David and I want it to be you."
   "Okay you're the guide."
   Her soft hand grasps me, guiding my shaft towards heaven.  Slowly
lowering my body contact is made with her moist luv lips.  Her heat is
transferred the head of my cock, what a pleasant feeling.  We are now at
the deciding point, up against her hymen.  Her eyes are wide as she feels
the strain of me pushing against her membrane.  I move back about an inch
and thrust forward eliminating the thin barrier.  Mari mouth opens when the
shock hits her.  My shaft is buried.  Resting on my elbows still deep
inside of her I remain still allowing her body to adjust to the intruder.
   "David it did hurt.  What happen?  It feels a bit better now.  I am so
full."
   "It hurts when your cherry is broken.  You should enjoy the feeling once
your body get used to me."
   I manage to nurse Mari to her first virginal climax.  I took all my will
power not to blow my load until she did.  When I finally did cum the
feeling of relief is enormous.  When we finally pull away from each other
the nipple of the condom is full and it is coated with blood and cum.  She
looks at it and looks at me.
   "It is nothing to be worried about Mari.  It only happens the first
time. Lay here and enjoy the feeling, I will get a face cloth."
   Her pussy is cleaned many times during the weekend.  It is labor of
love. After Mari lost her cherry she called her mom and told she is with me
and not to worry she will be staying the night and will be home late
Sunday. During our first weekend together we manage to use two packs of
condoms and start the third.  Mari learns quickly that sex is a beautiful
thing.  When I drive her home Sunday night I know I have to do something
permanent about our relationship.  One of the first things is to get her on
the pill.
   I watch as she enters the house and she waves goodbye.  I hope she isn't
sore.  We put a lot of miles on her pussy this weekend.  I have never felt
so exhausted in my life.
   On Monday I call Andrea.
   "You talked with Mari?"
   "Yes we talked for nearly two hours after you brought her home.  She was
very happy.  I am happy for both of you."
   "You realize our age differences will catch up to this?"
   "Yes Mari knows it but says age doesn't matter.  She is so happy."
   "Would you make a doctor appointment for her and get her a prescription
for the pill.  I will pay any cost involved."
   "I am ahead of you she has an appointment after school tomorrow.  She
just started her period with a lot of help from you on the weekend.  She
will be on the pill and will be protected by the end of the week.  I had my
last child by mistake and don't want her to have a child that isn't
planned. Don't get me wrong I love Robby but he wasn't planned."
   "Andrea I want to thank you for being so understanding.  Most parents
would want my balls in a basket."
   "Mari is in love with you and she tells me you are in love with her. 
You didn't chase her just to get into her panties.  You let her decide. 
She was so disappointed you didn't call after dinner.  I know why you
didn't.  I felt guilty too.  But I did enjoy the evening and if possible I
would do it again."
   It is like a load of bricks has been removed from my back after talking
to Andrea.  I have her blessing.
   Later I arrange with my bank manager to pay Andrea's rent and utilities
indefinitely.  He contacted the superintendent and the companies involved
and arranged to have all bills sent to him.  Andrea will not have to worry
about a roof over her head for as long as I am alive.  After asking Mari
what bank her mother uses arrangement are made to have nine hundred dollars
a month deposited.  That will take care of most of the necessities the
family requires.  If Andrea manages to get a part time job it will be for
other things for the family.
   When I leave the bank I feel good.  I want to do something special for
Mari for Christmas.  I have an idea.  I use my bankcard and withdraw a
sizable amount of cash and drive to Andrea's neighborhood.  I cruise over a
three-block area from where Mari lives.  I find a new apartment building
with a large banner across the building offering new apartments for rent.
It has an underground parking garage and secured entry.  When I walk into
the lobby everything is new and bright the manager is waiting for me and
leads to the rental office.  After viewing a two-bed room apartment on the
top floor I sign a lease for two years.  The apartment overlooks the city
of Abbotsville.  The view is spectacular.  The next thing I do is get a
cell phone with no limit of minutes and arrange for it to be registered in
Mari's name.  I use it to call her.
   "Hi Mari, how do you feel?"
   "A bit sore but it was well worth it.  When can I see you again?"
   "How about in ten minutes?  We are going to go shopping."
   "Ok, I will be waiting at the door."
   She is a vision standing her.  She is bright and looks so refreshed. 
Considering what we went through the last two days.  She gets in the car.
   "What shopping do you need to do?"
   "Well it is just something I thought about.  Actually it is an excuse to
be with you."
   "I was at the doctors today.  I should be protected by the weekend.  We
will be together again right."
   "You can count on it Mari."
   She leans over and kisses me.  I love the taste of her lipstick.  There
is a big box furniture store on King Street and I pull into the massive
parking lot.  The store is a mirage of furniture.  The first items we look
at are bedroom suites.  I have Mari look as I find a sales person.  Taking
her aside I tell her I will be buying furniture and when I nod at her it's
a purchase but she is not to let my niece know I am buying.  She just
shakes her head in agreement.  For the next three hours we walk through the
store picking out bedroom and living room furniture.  Once Mari makes her
final choices I nod to the clerk.  She acknowledges and writes up an order.
Mari proves to have good taste and great color coordination.  When I am
about to leave I excuse myself to go to the washroom and follow the clerk
to pay for the items.  My Titanium Visa takes a large hit.  I arrange for
delivery the next evening.
   Mari and I do the same thing for linen and kitchenware.  She picks out
very feminine linen for the bedroom and bath.  A clerk keeps writing. 
Dishes and flatware follow then curtains and drapes.  Again I pay for them
and arrange delivery.  They offer a room designer free of charge.  She will
accompany the delivery.
   After dropping of Mari I return to the apartment and inquire if they
could recommend a cleaning woman to assists me.  It turns out that there is
a woman on the second floor who does it part time not because she needs the
money but to keep busy.  I arrange with her to accept the deliveries and
make up the apartment.  I give her five hundred dollars to take care of any
incidentals and anything left over to be used for housework.  On Thursday
when I return to the apartment everything is done.  The sheets have been
washed and are on the bed.  The bathroom is neatly decorated with bath
curtains.  Now all I need is a stereo and television.  That is taken care
of.  The apartment is ready for Mari.  It is a week before Christmas.  I
haven't seen Mari since Monday.  I make a date for Friday.  We are going
out for dinner.
   There is a restaurant across the street from the apartment building
where I make reservations.  It is a family type with a good selection on
the menu.  It will do fine for my purposes.  I actually bought a new suit
for myself that will be ready for today.  It will be a night of surprises
for Mari.  What we need is a few groceries and a coffee pot I have a
feeling we will be breaking in the new bed before the night is done.  That
thought makes me feel good.  Tomorrow we can shop for all the personal
items Mari will need to complete the apartment.  I hope she is happy with
it.
   When I call Friday, to confirm the time with Mari she asks.
   "Mom wants to know if I will be home tonight."
   "Only if you want too."
   I hear her call to her mom.
   "Don't wait up for me mom I will be staying with David".
   "David I haven't eaten all day I am really looking forward to dinner."
   "Ok I will pick you up just before six."
   I hope I have covered everything.  My mind is running through every
scenario that comes to mind.  I put bath soap and shampoo on my mental
list. Visiting the Gap on my way home, my favorite clerk recognizes me.
   "What can I do for you today?"
   "Four pair of panties two bras, some stockings, sexy wrap and chemise
should do for today.  You know the size."
   Mari will have a clean change of undies for the morning.  At my
apartment I gather up a change of clothing and head for her apartment.  All
the purchases and my overnight bag in the apartment I return to my abode to
get ready for my date.
   Knocking at the door at ten to six Andrea greets me.
   "Why don't you look handsome David?  Is that a new suit?"
   "Yes it is."
   Andrea looks good herself.  She is in a dress with her hair styled.  I
feel desire that I have to curtail.  She licks her lips and smiles.
   "If Mari ever dumps you look me up."
   Mari enters the room also in a party dress.  It with the way she is made
up makes her look eighteen.  She comes up to me and gives me a little peck
on the cheek.
   "I don't want to get lipstick all over you before dinner.  Are we ready
to go?"
   The restaurant lives up to its own advertising presenting us with an
excellent meal.  When we are drinking coffee I give Mari the cell phone.
   "You have your own private number with unlimited usage anywhere in the
world.  I have my number programmed into it already."
   "David you have to quit spending all your money on me.  You don't have
to buy me things I love you.  Just being with you is enough for me."
   "Please allow me my little whims Mari one of these days I will tell you
a secret.  Then you will understand."
   Being with Mari always builds up my confidence.  Here I am in my early
fifties escorting the most beautiful young lady in Abbotsville.  When we
leave the restaurant the night air is cool but the night is beautiful.  The
apartment building is lit up showing its façade in a very appealing way.
   "Mari I have a friend who lives in the apartment across the street that
insisted that I come up for a Christmas drink.  Do you mind?"
   "No David I would like to meet some of your friends but how are you
going to explain?"
   "You are my niece and my brother past away.  I am taking care of you and
his family."
   She links her arm in mine and we cross the street.
   "This is a beautiful building.  I wish I lived here.  What floor is your
friend on?"
   "They are on the top floor it has a beautiful view of the city."
   "Makes me jealous."
   Using my passkey the main door opens.  The silent elevator whisks up the
top floor.  Mari is impressed with the mirrors that cover the walls.  The
halls are also lined with mirrors and many potted plants.
   "I wish mom could see this.  Who are the people we are going to meet?"
   "You will know shortly.  This is the apartment."
   I go through the facade of ringing the bell as I use the key to open the
door.  I stand aside allowing Mari to enter.  After entering she seems
confused as the sofa and chair seem familiar to her but she hasn't
comprehended why.
   "Well where are your friends?  Who opened the door?"
   "Mari there is nobody here but us."
   "But whose apartment is this?"
   I hand her the keys.
   "Yours for as long as you want."
   "How?"
   "I leased for you.  Take the tour and tell me what you think."
   Mari walks through the room in a trance.  Finally she ends up in the
bedroom.
   "Why?  How?  It is everything we looked at.  And it is mine?"
   "Yes it will be our meeting place and your private apartment.  Tomorrow
we start buying you a wardrobe to keep here.  Your school clothes will be
at your moms.  What do you think?"
   "I can't believe you did this Don.  It has to be very expensive.  I
don't want you to put yourself in any debt on my account.  But it is
beautiful.  Come to the bedroom Don.  Let's try my new pills."
   Sitting on one of the new bedroom chairs Mari gives me a show as she
undresses.  There is no pretence here.  She is enjoying showing me her
luscious body.  Mari sexy feminine movements accent the show.  She is
wearing a lace bra and a matching bikini.  She leans forward and undoes her
bra her titties stand straight out from her body.  She wiggles her way over
to a very attentive me and jiggles her ample breast in front of my face.  I
manage to kiss each nipple.  She whirls away and turns her back and leans
over and slowly lowers her panties.  As she exposes her peach I am staring
like a teenager at my first naked girl.  Then she stands and does a
pirouette.
   "Do you like?"
   "Oh Mari you are an angel.  Let's try out that new bed of yours."
   Undressing I get in beside her.  There is no rush just love.  I enjoy
feeling her naked body molded into mine.  Her breasts are so firm but so
soft to the touch.  As I get close to her peach she spreads her legs giving
me easy access.  She is moist and palatable.  Her moisture is flowing onto
my fingers.  I am as close to heaven as I will ever be.  Finally she nudges
me to mount her.  She is lying with her legs spread and a look of awe about
her.  She is likely wondering if it will hurt again.  I slip in quickly and
effortlessly her body easily accepts my full girth and length.  Now that we
are joined I relax and enjoy the feeling of her moist pussy on the full
length of my cock.  Her hands are up and down my back then in my hair.  I
feel her pull me down and her lips meet mine.  It is a soft kiss; it is a
passionate kiss.  I slowly start thrusting and Mira joins me.  Slowly I
bring her to the brink, climax and then do it again.  When I can no longer
hold back I let everything fly.  String after string of hot cum are
ejaculate deep into Mari.  I am totally drained.
   "David I can't believe the difference.  I could feel every squirt you
made.  I could even feel the heat.  I hope we never have to use a condom
again."
   This night we made love no just sex.  There is no rush to do it again as
we have all weekend.  We both drift off to sleep.  I get up early and
shower.  After making coffee I take a quick trip to the lobby to get the
morning paper.  While reading Mari makes an appearance as she walks into
the kitchen naked.  She is beautiful in the morning.  Her pussy is puffy
from last night.  There is evidence that our blended cum has ran down both
legs.  The scent of our sex emanates from her.
   "You are beautiful in the morning but I think you should have a shower.
I purchased a robe for you.  It is in the closet."
   "Oh I need a shower alright.  I smell and it is your entire fault.  Not
that I am complaining.  She you in a bit."
   She runs to the bathroom and soon water is running.  When she returns
she is wearing her new robe and nothing else.  She stands before me.
   "David, its beautiful robe, I found the panties and bras too.  What am I
ever going to do to thank you?"
   "I notice you didn't take time to try them on.  If you keep teasing me
we will never leave the apartment.  Get dress you sexy thing we have a lot
of shopping to do to finish off the apartment."
   She scrunches up her nose at me grabs a coffee and leaves me to my
paper. She re-appears fully dressed.
   "Ok I am ready.  What do we need to do?"
   "Well first you can make a list of groceries and things you want for the
apartment.  I got some soap and shampoo but I didn't know what you would
like.  That after we do the grocery shopping we are going to get you more
clothing that you will keep here."
   "More clothing you are kidding."
   The balance of the day put a dent into my bank account, only a very
small dent.  After grocery shopping we made another visit to the Gap.  The
same clerk welcomes us with open arms.  I thought she is going to kiss me.
After the Gap we hit every woman's clothing store in the mall.  I think I
must have bought shares at Victoria's Secret.  It is worth every cent. 
Mari is like a kid in a candy store.  When we are between stores she calls
her mother telling her what she just bought.
   So what did I do for Mari for Christmas?  What could I do to top
everything that has happened to her since we met?  Well!!!!
   As you are reading this we are on a fifty-five foot Chris Craft on our
way to Florida.  We should be back for Mari to return to school and me to
return to the factory.  Andrea and the boys are enjoying the trip as well.
We are a very happy family.  My dad always said `Life is what you make of
it.' Now that fate has given me a second chance I don't intend to blow it.
I wish my dad were here so I could really thank him.
  
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