Copyright (c) 2005, Hardguy. ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication:
Thursday, December 8, 2005

Republished at ASSTR.org:
Monday, June 28, 2010


Author: Hardguy
Title: It Began One Day At The Mall
Summary: Jack goes girl watching at the mall and meets a young
lady who desperately needs his help escaping from her unfortunately
painful home life.
Keywords: M/gg, g/g, ped, cons, oral, rom, nc, abuse

The following story is a work of fiction, meant to entertain
the reader.  It contains language of a graphic sexual and/or violent
nature and details many activities which are highly illegal in much
of the modern world.  I do not condone or encourage any activity that
may be harmful to the wellbeing of a minor, no matter the
circumstances.  Please realize that there is a line between being a
pedophile and being a child molester.  Any time that line is crossed,
an innocent life is destroyed and a monster is created.  Please do
your part to ensure that all children are kept safe from those who
cannot see that line. 

Thank you.


       It Began One Day At The Mall

       Written by Hardguy

       =1=

       Jack spotted her from his usual spot in the food court.  She
was about 5 feet tall, no more than 90-100 lbs, brown hair up in two
pigtails, blue T-shirt covering modest small breasts, and a short
pleated skirt, that he could swear just barely hid her panties from
sight.  He didn't notice at first that she had spotted him and was
now pacing back and forth to see if his gaze was following her.  A
smile broke out on her blushing face as he realized he had been
caught.  Jack returned the smile, as was common for him when girls
noticed his staring.  What was not common was them walking towards
him, grinning madly.  He tried to look away, at something, anything
else, but the chance of a panty flash as she walked was just too
great and he couldn't tear his eyes away. 

       She walked right up to his table, and giggled as she asked,
"Like what you see, mister?"

       Deciding to play it safe, Jack replied "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to stare like that."  The girl got a hurt look on her face that
seemed almost forced and playful.

       "You sure?  I mean, you can stare if you'd like," she said,
leaning back, lifting the edge of her skirt just a little.  Jack
couldn't fight his male nature and lowered his eyes trying to get a
peek.  She just giggled more and straightened up.  She leaned over,
placing her hands on the table, shirt falling away from her body
giving him a look at her bra-less breasts and said quietly, "I enjoy
being watched."  He felt his face flush at her admission and she
giggled more as she took the seat across from him.

       "So, you come here often?" she asked, relaxing in her chair. 

       "Every weekend," he said. 

       "You do this often?" 

       "This?" 

       "Eyeing the bodies of young girls, mentally undressing us,
and then wondering what it would be like to..." she trailed off with
a smirk on her face.

       "I suppose I could ask you the same thing," Jack countered.
She giggled and winked at him.

       "It's a hobby ever since I started growing tits last year."

       "I see," he said, starting to wonder if he was being setup.
"You wouldn't happen to be part of some kind of sting, would you?"

       "A what?"

       "Trying to get me to do something illegal, while the cops
just wait in the wings."

       "Well, I'd imagine that if I was, I'd probably be wearing
panties," she said blushing deeply.  Jack figured she was probably
right...if she was indeed telling the truth that was.

       "Prove it."  She stood up across from him, face beat red,
glanced around, and lifted her skirt quickly showing her bald pussy
for all of a half second before she sat down again.  He was stunned
and very aroused.  Jack's mouth gaped open as he looked at her red
face, and then around at the other tables to see if anybody else was
watching them.  She was looking down in embarrassment, and would
glance up at him briefly to see his reaction.

       "Convinced now?" she asked quietly.  His cock was, his brain
wasn't quite yet.

       "There's a thing called entrapment...that is, I can't be
forced into something illegal and be arrested for it."

       "What do I need to do to prove myself to you?"

       "Make the first move."

       She got up from her seat, came around to his side of the
table, looked around, and then leaned over, placing her hand against
his erection and kissed him on the cheek.  "Will that do?" she
whispered, letting her hand linger atop his pants before she stood up
and returned to her seat.  Jack nodded and adjusted his hard-on to be
less obvious to passers by.

       "How old are you?"

       "11.  You?"

       "I'm 25.  Have a boyfriend yet?" Again she blushed.

       "Not really..."

       "A crush then?"  She nodded.

       "Do you tease him like this too?"

       "No.  He doesn't really notice me at all.  I'm just a little
girl to him."

       "So, he's older then?"

       "Yeah.  He's 18."

       "A neighbor?"

       "Kinda..." she trailed off quietly and looked away from him.
Jack felt like he was prying somewhere she didn't want him to go.
The silence was broken by a low gurgle from her stomach, turning her
face red.

       "Hungry?"  She looked up at him and grinned.  "I'm guessing I
owe you for the show, don't I?"  She giggled and nodded.

       "Subbers 6-inch Veggie Delight, lettuce, pickles, tomatoes,
onions, on honey oat, please."

       Jack chuckled and got up.  "Anything to drink with that,
ma'am?" he teased.  She giggled.

       "Coke, please."  He gave a little bow, causing her to giggle
more, and he headed to the line for Subway.

       As he stood in line, Jack glanced in her direction, wondering
if maybe she was going to take off now that he was away from her.  He
saw her looking over her shoulder at him, perhaps wondering the same
thing as well.  He noticed almost a longing in her eyes as she looked
at him, as though she was willing him not to leave her there.

       Jack ordered her sandwich and drink and returned to the
table, her beaming face watching him every step of the way.  He bowed
briefly to her again as he set down the food before her, eliciting
another fit of giggles.  As he sat, she eagerly began working on her
sandwich.  He watched her tear into it rather quickly, and wondered
just how hungry she was.  She certainly didn't look like
impoverished.  Her hair and her clothes appeared clean, but her
trading looks at her body for food certainly seemed suspicious.  She
noticed him watching her eat, and looked down embarrassed.

       "Sorry, I'm just really hungry."

       "It's OK.  You earned it, after all."  She blushed at that as
well.

       "Did you like it?" she asked.

       "It?" he asked, only half wondering at what she was referring
to.

       "You know...my pussy."

       "Oh, well, yes."

       "You don't sound so sure," she said through a mouthful of
sandwich.

       "It's not exactly a question I'm asked often, much less by 11-
year old vixens."  She giggled.

       "So you think I'm sexy, then?"

       "Yes."

       She squealed with delight at his answer, perhaps a little to
loud as a few people around them looked their way.  Jack hoped none
of them knew what exactly she was squealing about.  She popped the
last little bit of sandwich into her mouth, finished her Coke, and
got up to dispose of the trash.  She came back to the table, and
stood at his side.

       "Thank you for the food, mister."  She wrapped her arms
around his neck, kissed him on the cheek again, and turned to leave.

       "Leaving already?"  She turned halfway to him.

       "Yeah, I need to get home."

       "Need a ride?" he asked.  She smiled and glanced down for a
second.

       "No thanks, mister.  I don't accept rides from strangers."
She gave him a wink and turned, flying the hem of her skirt up giving
him a nice glimpse of her bare bottom.  She took a few steps, turned
her head to him again, and blew him a kiss before she went on her way
out of the food court.

       ****

       For over a month Jack would visit the mall, same day of the
week, same time of day, and whenever possible sat at the same table
in the food court, but she was nowhere to be seen.  Since that day,
the memories of her had filled his mind.  He thought about her
hesitation to talk about her crush, and how she ate as though it was
her first meal in days.  He would recite their entire conversation in
his head, dwelling on those key points and her own sexual admissions.
He remembered the feel of her arms around his neck and the soft touch
of her lips on his face.  Eleven-year old girls didn't just walk
around malls in short skirts without panties, and they certainly
didn't flash strangers in exchange for food on a regular basis.

       That she was aware of her sexuality was obvious.  She
certainly knew how to get a reaction from him with her body, and she
knew a thing or two about male anatomy.  Jack hoped it wasn't all
just in his imagination that she was seriously flirting with him.  He
knew of course that he had been used by her for food, but he felt
there was more on her part.  She didn't have to stay and talk and eat
with him.  The look she gave him as he stood in line away from her
wasn't one of hunger.  It was almost like she wanted him to just stay
with her.  She didn't want to be lonely.  The hug was her way of
connecting with him in a way that she didn't seem to get often from
others.

       It wasn't that he was finding himself incredibly infatuated
with her (which of course he was), but more that Jack was concerned
for her well being, or his perceived lack there of.  The more he
thought about it, the more he felt guilty for rewarding her for her
exhibitionism.  He had validated to this girl that what she was doing
was OK and she would be rewarded for it.  Jack wanted to see her
again and try to explain the error of what they had done.  However it
had been 6 weeks since that day, and there was no sign of her.  Every
time he would see another young girl, he would lose interest once he
saw it wasn't her.  He was gradually coming to terms with the fact
that their meeting had been purely by chance and in all likelihood,
they would never meet again.

       Jack looked again at his watch, seeing that it was now much
too late for her to be there alone, he stood from his chair, gave one
last look around for her, and then headed for the stairs leading down
and out of the food court.  As he stepped down the last step and
turned the corner to head for his car, he was knocked to the floor by
an impact in his midsection.  Jack shook off the shock of the impact
and looked to see what had hit him.  His eyes settled on a pair of
legs on the floor next to him.  They disappeared under the hem of a
short skirt that wasn't hiding much.  The skirt had ridden up from
the impact and a pink pussy lip was peeking out at him.  He looked
up, over the tight white top, past the kiwi fruit size breasts,
nipples straining outward, to her face.  His jaw dropped, and he
rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.  It was her.
She looked stunned by the collision as well, although there was a
degree of fear in her eyes.

       "Mister?"

       "Y-yes?"

       "Help me."  She looked back from where she had come at a 40-
something man, hobbling towards them quickly looking pissed off.  She
scrambled to her feet and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the
exit.  "Where's your car?" 

       "It's on the other side of the mall."

       "Fuck." Her swearing reminded Jack that she wasn't all
innocent like she appeared.  He took her hand and lead her around the
side of the building to the entrance of one of the major department
stores, effectively doubling back on her pursuer.  They rushed
through the store into the mall and out into the other half of the
parking lot.  They wordlessly hurried to his car, got in, and pulled
away.  She was a ball of nerves as he drove, looking around
frantically to see if the man was chasing them.  After about a half
mile, she calmed down and began to cry, letting out all that had been
bottled up while she was fleeing.

       He pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant and parked.
Her face was in her hands, and she was shaking, as she cried quietly.

       "What was all that?" he asked her.  Jack reached over and
placed a hand on her bare thigh to comfort her, and she instantly
yelped and shrunk away from his touch.  He jerked his hand back in
surprise, and this time placed it on her shoulder which she allowed.
"It's OK now.  He's gone.  You're OK," he comforted, rubbing her
shoulder.  At that, she literally jumped in his lap and held on to
him, still shaking.  He put a hand on her head and stroked her hair,
as she clung to him, her crying lessening and body settling.  She
felt so small like this pressed up against him.

       "Thank you, mister," she said into his chest.  She looked up
at him with her blue eyes, red from crying.  "Thank you, so much."
He smiled down at her, and noticed that the side of her face was much
redder than the rest and swelling slightly.  Jack hugged her against
him, and felt her arms go behind his back, holding onto him tightly.

       "Now, will you tell me what was going on back there?"

       "He was going to rape me."  She stayed there, collapsed
against his chest, and related her story. "I met him in a department
store.  I let him see my tits, flashed my pussy, kissed his cheek.
He told me he'd give me $100 if I blew him.  He took me into the
family restroom and we went into a stall.  He pulled out his dick,
and I just stared at it.  I put my hand up to touch it, but I
just...I couldn't do it.  He got mad and yelled at me to suck it.  I
told him no, and tried to leave.  He grabbed my arm and hit my face.
He called me a whore and a slut and told me he was going to fuck me.
He put his hand under my skirt and touched me.  It hurt.  I told him
no, and that I was a virgin, but he wouldn't stop.  I grabbed his
balls and squeezed and pulled them, and then kicked his shins and got
away.  I ran out into the mall and thought I was safe until I turned
around to look and saw him coming after me.  I ran until I bumped
into you, mister.  You saved me."

       She detached herself from him and moved back to her seat.
She sat there for a second before reaching over and unbuttoning his
pants.

       "Wha--what are you doing?" Jack asked, astonished.  She took
her hands away, and looked away from him, ashamed.

       "I'm sorry.  I just wanted to do something nice for you."  He
saw a tear run down her face, and then she bolted from the car.  He
sat there and watched her run, and considering going after her, but
in front of an entire restaurant along the side of a highway wouldn't
be the best place to be seen chasing after a young girl with no
panties on.

       Jack buttoned his pants, and headed home, more worried about
her now than before.


       =2=

       Two weeks had passed, and he hadn't seen her around the mall.
He was now dividing his time between the food court and the stores
where she might be looking for guys.  Jack wasn't really sure now
what he'd do if he found her.  There was really no denying it now, he
was somewhat actively stalking her.  Only problem was, he didn't
really know where she was, so he wasn't very successful at it.

       Jack returned home from an unsuccessful evening of searching
for her, and noticed a strange car in his neighbor's driveway.  As he
drove past, he saw a man, about 35ish, walking back to the car with a
young girl.  Not surprising really, considering there was a young
girl, Dana, that lived at the house; this one outside must be one of
her friends.  He didn't get a good look at them, but the long brown
hair on this girl caught his attention.  Jack pulled into his
driveway, and got out of the car.  He lingered long enough to watch
as the man and the girl got into the car and drove away in the
direction he had just come.  At a distance he didn't clearly see her
face as she briefly turned toward him, but similarities were there.
He was more than a little certain that it was her.

       He headed for the door of his house, and paused when he heard
the laughing and splashing of the neighbor's pool.  It sounded like
there was more than just the neighbor girl back there, and he decided
to have a look.  Jack went into the house and exited into his
backyard.  A wooden fence separated the two yards, but there were a
few knotholes in it that were prime for peeping.  A look through one
of the holes showed him that there were at least 5 girls between the
ages of 10 and 12 in the pool.  Moving to another hole revealed 2
more sunbathing.  He heard Dana's mother call her into the house and
saw her climb out of the pool, pick her swimsuit bottoms out of her
cute little ass, and run inside.

       He went back inside as well, and got something to drink.  He
had just sat down at his computer to check his e-mail when there was
a knock at the door.  He answered it and there was Dana, wearing a
white T-shirt over her purple bathing suit.  The shirt was damp by
her having been in the pool and was clinging to her body nicely.  Her
red hair was a mess and stuck to her face in places.  When he opened
the door she reflexively looked away from his face.  She had been
showing signs of a crush on him for the last few months.

       "Um, hi Jack, I uh, was, uh, wondering if you'd, um, like to
come over and, uh, use the pool?"  She glanced up at him every so
often as she spoke and would look away when their eyes met.

       "You've got friends over there?  I heard voices when I got
home."

       "Uh, yeah, yes.  My soccer teammates.  So, do you wanna, you
know, come over?"

       "Sure, give me a few minutes to change into my suit."

       "Really?!" Her face lit up.  "Um, OK, come on in through the
garage, my parents will be expecting you."  She turned and ran back
to her house, reaching back to pull her suit out of her butt again.
Jack went back inside, and changed into his suit.  He chuckled as he
cursed his luck.  If he had gotten home sooner, he might have been
able to meet the girl that he saw leaving earlier.  He pulled on an
old T-shirt and a pair of sandals and headed over.

       He knocked on the door inside the garage before entering the
house.  Inside was Dana's mother sitting at the table reading the
paper.

       "Oh, Jack hi.  So glad you could come over.  Dana's been
waiting all day for you to get home so she could invite you over.
You know, I think she's got a little bit of a crush on you."

       "Yeah, I'd noticed that too," Jack said with a chuckle.

       "Anyways, Dan and I need to step out for a while, so would
you mind watching the girls?"

       "Oh, uh, yeah, sure.  No problem," Jack said, feeling the
testosterone surge in his body as he looked out the patio door at the
half-dozen nubile bodies he was about to surround himself with.

       "Great!  We won't be gone long, just need to run to the
store.  The girls are having a sleep over tonight, and we need to
pick up a few things for tomorrow."

       "Jaaaaaaaaack!" called Dana from the backyard.  "Come on out
and get in the pool!"  Jack and Dana's mother shared a smile and he
headed out to the pool.

       Dana bounded over to him, took his arm, and led him out to
the poolside.  "Guys, this is Jack.  He lives next-door.  Jack, this
is Nikki, Christy, Sam, Sarah, Melanie, Loretta, and Tessa."

       "Hello, all of you," Jack said, trying not to ogle any one
girl.  He was in Lolita heaven.

       "Dana, we're leaving now," called her mother, sticking her
head outside.  "You girls behave.  We'll be back soon."  With that,
Jack was left with 8 pre-teen girls, wearing very little.  The
majority of them were wearing 2 piece swimsuits, and all of them were
in nice shape because of their playing soccer.  Jack found himself,
not surprisingly, getting aroused by all the young flesh surrounding
him.  The best cure for that, naturally, was to jump in a nice
cooling pool.

       He headed over to the diving board and noticed a few of the
girls eyeing him and giggling as their gaze shifted downward.  He was
more or less protruding straight out in his shorts, but wasn't about
to adjust himself to a more upward angle for fear of drawing more
attention to it.  He got up on the board and made eye contact with
one of the older, more developed girls, who winked at him and licked
her lips suggestively.  He gave a nervous smile, and dived into the
pool. The shrinkage rule took effect and did much to calm Jack's
nerves of being labeled a sex offender by one of the more straight-
laced girls. 

       To his left, a blonde girl surfaced.  She had beautiful green
eyes and was wearing a two piece blue suit.  Her breasts were the
size of apples, and were peaked by a pair of hard nipples.

       "Hi Jack.  I'm Christy."

       "Hi, Christy.  How are you?"

       "Wet," she said, raising an eyebrow at him while smirking at
the double-entendre.  "So, Jack, how old are you?"

       "I'm 25."

       "Mmm, so young to be living alone in a house.  Girlfriend?"

       "Uh, no.  No girlfriend."  Christy's eyes brightened.

       "Well, interested in changing that?"  He felt a small hand on
his thigh.  He opened his mouth to say something, but was thankfully
saved.

       "Christyyyyyyyyy!" yelled Dana from nearby, who was blushing
madly and looked more than a little jealous.  Christy just giggled.

       "I'll be here all night.  Right next-door.  Just let me
know."  She turned and swam away from him.  Dana swam over to him,
also nipping out in her one-piece, looking very annoyed.

       "I'm sorry about her.  She's kind of...wild."

       "Oh, well, that's alright.  She was just being friendly is
all."

       "So, um, I was wondering, the girls are gonna be here all
night, and if you wanted to, you could come over later and hang out
with us...if you want to."

       "Well, I don't know," he started, and saw disappointment
cross her face.  "But maybe."

       "Really?  I hope you can!" she said, energetically.  She gave
him a quick hug, almost knocking him backwards under the water.
Reflexively, his leg went backwards to steady himself, and as a
result, his other leg thrusted forward and pressed up against her
crotch.  Dana turned bright red at the contact and quickly broke off
from the hug.  "S-sorry," she said, half apologetically, half shyly
wanting to do it again.

       "It's ok.  Don't worry about it."

       "Hey Dana!" called one of the girls.  "C'mere!"

       "Ok, Nikki, be right there!" she called back.  "So, see you
later tonight?"

       "Yeah."

       "Cool." She had the biggest grin on her face as she turned
and swam over to her friend.  Jack looked around wondering what else
was going to happen to him in the pool.  He noticed Christy was over
talking to one of the tanning girls.  They'd occasionally look over
at him and giggle before turning back to their discussion.  Across
the pool a few of the girls were playing tag, laughing and splashing.
He saw Dana getting out of the pool, water ran down her body as she
climbed up the ladder, and dripped off her bare bottom.  He had a
perfect view of her behind and her bathing suit riding up between her
cheeks.  She reached back and pulled her suit out of her crack, and
Jack found that shrinkage was no longer a problem.  What was a
problem however, was the pressure he felt on his bladder.  He thought
briefly about just doing it right there, but he just wasn't the sort
to do that kind of thing, especially in his neighbor's pool.  Jack
sighed, and decided just to go for it, and moved over to the pool
ladder.  As it turned out, he didn't have to worry too much, as the
motion of the cool water did much to soften his erection.  He climbed
out of the pool and grabbed a towel.

       "Jack, where are you going?" called Dana after him.

       "Bathroom," he replied, perhaps a bit foolishly as Christy
and the girl she had been talking to shared a look before
disintegrating into giggles.  No doubt their minds were in the
gutter.  Jack entered the house, went down the hall, into the
bathroom and answered nature's call.

       He came out of the bathroom and passed an open door to Dana's
bedroom.  On the floor of her room were sleeping bags, and piles of
clothes, each one belonging to an individual girl.  Jack noticed that
strangely there were 8 sleeping bags, but 9 piles of clothes.  That
didn't make much sense to him, considering there were 8 girls,
including Dana, in the back.  Who did the 9th pile belong to?  He
headed back through the house to go back out to the pool, but was
stopped in his tracks by the doorbell ringing.  Assuming his role of
the only adult in the house, he opened the door, and his mouth
dropped open.  There she stood, sleeping bag in hand, and mouth
equally dropped open in surprise.  The girl from the mall.
Accompanying her was an older man, who looked a little rough.

       "Who are you?" the man asked, rather impolitely.  Jack shook
off his shock.

       "Oh, I'm Jack.  I live next-door.  Dana's parents asked me to
watch the girls while they made a quick run to the store."  The man
regarded Jack warily, and then turned to the girl.

       "Behave."  He give her a little push on her bottom and she
hurried inside.  Jack watched her go and turned back to the man, but
he had already headed back to the car.  Jack closed the door, and
turned around.

       "Hi mister."  She was wearing a plain white one-piece
swimsuit that looked a little worn around the edges and small on her.
Her chest was flattened by it except for the little puffs behind her
nipples, and there was a definite outline of her pussy lips.  Her
long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail reaching just between her
shoulder blades.  She avoided looking at him, no doubt feeling more
than a little self-conscious that he was in a position to tell the
other girls about their history.

       "So..." he trailed off, a little unsure of what to say.  He
figured chit-chat might be a good ice breaker.  "You've known Dana
long?"

       "A few months," she replied quietly, looking down.  "Since I
started soccer."  She looked up at him briefly before averting her
gaze.  "I'm sorry."

       "Huh?"

       "For last time...you know." She nodded, indicating the area
directly underneath his swim trunks.

       "Oh, that.  It's ok.  You just surprised me."

       "I'm sorry," she said again.

       "Well, um, let's go out to the back with the others."  He
turned and took a step towards the backyard.

       "No."

       "No?  Aren't they expecting you?"

       "You live next-door, right?"

       "Well, yes, but..."

       "I want to go to your house."

       "But..."

       "No!" she said much louder, now looking directly looking at
him.  "I don't want to see them."  He looked at her, her eyes
pleading with him.  He looked out to the back quickly to see if
anybody was watching, nobody was.

       "Ok, grab your things and go wait for me at my place."  He
pointed to indicate which of the two neighboring houses was his.
"I'll be right there."  She hurried to Dana's room to get her pile of
clothes, and Jack went out to the back.  "Dana, I need to run home
real quick, ok?"

       "Ok, Jack," she replied from the pool.

       He got his shoes on, and headed home.  She was sitting on his
front step, nervously looking around.  Jack wondered what she was so
concerned about.  If anything he should be the paranoid one for
bringing a young girl into his home.  He unlocked the door and opened
it.  She hurried inside and threw her stuff on the floor.  She looked
around a bit and took a seat in one of his kitchen chairs.

       "Can I spend the night?"  That threw Jack for a loop.

       "Wha-?"

       "PLEASE?" she pleaded with him.  Jack sighed and took the
seat next to her.

       "Why?"

       "Because I have nowhere else to go."

       "You can't go home?"  She looked down and gave a small shake
of her head.  "Well...what about tomorrow when your dad--"

       "He's not my dad.  He just fucks my mom."

       "Well, still, won't he be coming to get you tomorrow from
Dana's house?"

       "He never does.  He hates me."  Jack sighed; he wasn't sure
what to do with her.

       "Why didn't you want to stay at Dana's house?"

       "They hate me too.  They make fun of me, my clothes, my mom.
Only reason I wanted to come in the first place was to get away from
him."

       "Ok, well I need to get back over there.  I'll be back as
soon as I can, ok?"  She looked up at him.

       "Thank you," she said quietly.

       Jack locked the door behind him, and headed back to Dana's
house wondering if he should even mention that the girl had come
back.  He went inside and found Dana and 2 other girls, one of which
was the girl Dana had called Nikki earlier, dressed and in the living
room.

       "Jack?  Did Danielle come back?  Her clothes aren't in my
room anymore."

       "Who?"  Up to this point Jack hadn't even realized that he
didn't know his mystery girl's name.  "Oh, oh, long brown hair, blue
eyes?"

       "Yeah.  She didn't know it was a sleepover, so she had to go
back home and get her sleeping bag.  She had already changed into her
swimsuit, so she just left her clothes in my room," Dana explained.

       "Yeah, she came back just before I had to run home.  She said
she couldn't stay, something came up with her family, and she was
sorry she had to leave so quickly."

       "Oh.  Well, what did you have to go home for so suddenly?"

       "Um, well, I saw her leave with her clothes and it reminded
me I had put laundry in the wash, and I had forgotten that it was
probably sitting wet in the washer and I had to go move it into the
dryer."  Jack hadn't thought this fast on his feet in a while.  His
story was a bit convoluted, but it looked like she bought it.

       "Oh, ok.  We're just gonna watch a movie now.  You can watch
it with us if you want."  Dana was looking at him, her eyes pleading
him to be where she was, and not outside where Christy was.

       "Maybe in a little bit.  I want to swim a little more still."

       "Oh...ok then."  Jack looked over at Nikki and the other
girl, who weren't paying any attention to the conversation he was
having with Dana. He leaned in close to her, and spoke softly.

       "Don't worry, Christy won't steal me away from you."  She
grinned and blushed at what he said.  He patted her on the head, and
went out to the back.  As he walked away, he heard one of the girls
say, "God, I'm glad she left."  It seemed Danielle's dislike of the
girls was mutual.

       ****

       Dana's parents returned about 10 minutes later, and Jack
hurried home to check on Danielle.  Once he got inside, he heard
water running.  He followed the sound to the bathroom, where the door
was wide open and he could see the shape of a pre-teen girl behind
the fogged glass of the shower door.

       "I'm back," he called, smiling slightly as he watched her
blurry form jump startledly through the glass.  He went to his room
and changed back into normal clothes.  He heard the water turn off,
and waited in his room as she got dressed...not that it wasn't
anything she hadn't shown him before.

       He sat down at his computer and picked up on his e-mail where
he had left off when Dana had come over.  He deleted his spam and
read what was left, and heard the floor boards just outside his
bedroom creak.  He turned and saw Danielle standing there in a tight
fitting light blue top, and a pink short skirt.  He thought it was
more than a little strange that she had been wearing the same type of
outfit each time he had seen her.  She walked in and sat on his bed
Indian style.  When she sat down her skirt flashed up briefly and she
could see her bare pussy.  Had she taken off her panties for his
benefit, or did she just not wear them to Dana's party?  Jack was
very confused.

       "All clean now?" he asked, looking for some kind of ice
breaker.

       "Yes, thank you."

       "Well, since you're going to be staying here tonight, I think
you at least owe me some answers, ok?"

       "Ok."

       "First off, if you dislike Dana and her friends so much, then
why did you even come?"

       "It's better than being home." She looked down and spoke
quietly.   This appeared to Jack to be something difficult for her to
talk about.

       "And what's wrong at home?"

       "Everything."  Sounded like there was a lot behind that
'everything' and Jack decided not to press it too far.

       "Why don't the other girls like you?"

       "They make fun of me.  Make fun of my clothes.  Make fun of
my mom.  They spread rumors around about me.  They hate me."

       "What specifically do they say about you?"

       "That I'm a slut and a whore, but I'm a virgin, I swear," her
voice trembled a little.

       "Why do they say that?"

       "One of them saw me...you know.  At the mall.  Meeting you
that way.  That man.  You know."  Jack couldn't argue much there.
She did use her body as a trade for things.

       "But being at Dana's house where they don't like you and make
fun of you is better than being home?"  She just nodded her head.
"What happens at home, Danielle?"  She looked up at him when he used
her name and then back down again.

       "I don't want to say."  He saw a tear fall from her face onto
her skirt.  He blew a puff of air a little frustrated and moved from
his computer chair to the bed next to her.

       "If I can guess, will you tell me if I'm right?"  She nodded.

       "Does your mom's boyfriend hurt you?"  She gave a shake of
her head.

       "Does your mom hurt you?"  She shook no.  He put his arm
around her shoulders in preparation for the next question.

       "Does your mom's boyfriend touch you?" She made no movements
other than the shaking of her body.  She leaned against his side and
began to cry harder.  Jack pulled her close to him and she turned her
face into his shirt and sobbed like she had in the car.  He'd found
the problem.  He rubbed her back, and found no bra straps, not that
she was in need of them really, but he would have expected something
there anyways.

       "I'll listen if you want to talk about it," he offered.

       "He told me he'd kill me and my mom if I ever told anybody,"
her reply came, muffled from her face being pressed into his shirt.

       "He doesn't have to know.  I promise not to tell him."  If
anything, Jack was pretty likely to punch the guy next time they met.
She looked up at him, her eyes red, nose running a little, trying to
read his face.  "You can trust me, Danielle.  I saved you, remember?"
She smiled a little and looked away from him.

       "I want to go to bed."  Jack wasn't going to get much out of
her tonight, anyways.

       "Ok, well, you can roll out your sleeping bag..."

       "No.  Here.  In the bed."

       "Alright, I'll, um, sleep on the couch then."  She put her
arms around him and squeezed, looking up at him.

       "Don't leave me.  Please."

       "Danielle...I...we...we just can't."

       "Why not?"

       "It just wouldn't be right."  He wanted to say it was because
she wasn't wearing any underwear and he was incredibly attracted to
her, but he wasn't sure how she'd take that.  She started crying
again and he wondered if she was just playing him to get her way, or
if she was really upset.

       "You're afraid I'll try something, aren't you?  You think I'm
a slut," she charged.

       "No, not at all.  I just...don't think it would be a good
idea for us to--" His voice trailed off as he saw her lifting the hem
of her skirt up, letting him see her pussy.  "That...you, shouldn't
do that.  It's not going to make me sleep with you."  He swallowed,
and placed his hand on her's, pushing the hem down to cover her.
"Maybe, if you put on some panties..."

       "Don't have any," she said ashamedly.  "He doesn't allow it."

       "You have no underwear at all?"

       "He won't allow it.  Says it gets in the way."  So that
explained it.

       "Ever?  Even at school?"  She turned red.

       "Last time I wore panties was 5 years ago."  Jack was
floored.  "He always makes me wear skirts too.  Even when it's cold
out."  Jack didn't know if he should be disgusted by this or turned
on.

       "Well, if I got you some, would you wear them?"

       "Yes."

       "Ok then, I'll be back soon."  He stood and felt her grab and
hold onto his shirt.

       "Can I come too?"  Jack wasn't especially keen on escorting a
young girl around to buy panties, but it might look better than if he
was out buying them alone.

       "Ok, but wear your bathing suit under your clothes so you
stay covered up down there."  She smiled and hugged him and ran off
to the bathroom to change.

       They went out to his car, and Jack was looking around
constantly to see if anybody was around to see the two of them
together.  He especially didn't want Dana and her friends to see
them, not only for her sake, but his as well.  It was a short drive
to the nearest Hal-Mart.  Parked outside was a police car with an
officer looking over some paperwork, and Jack thought briefly about
explaining Danielle's situation at home to the officer.  However,
Jack had just gained her trust, and didn't want to break it so
quickly.

       Inside, they were both wary of who might be watching them.
They didn't look like each other much at all, and Jack didn't know
how he might explain how they knew each other to anybody that asked.
After a bit of searching they found the junior miss section.  Jack
felt like the biggest pervert in the world there, surrounded by
little girl bras and underwear.  He looked at Danielle and saw her
staring longingly at the training bras on the rack.

       "Can I help you?"  Jack jumped at the sudden voice behind him
and turned to see a sales lady standing behind him.

       "Oh, um, we," he nodded in Danielle's direction, "were just
looking."  He watched as the woman looked at Danielle and back at him
suspiciously before putting her smile back on.

       "Well, if there's anything you need help with, please ask me."

       "We will.  Thank you."  He watched her glance at Danielle
again briefly before walking away.  He walked over to Danielle who
was just fascinated with the undergarment before her.

       "I used to look at the girls in the locker room and be
jealous of them wearing these.  Will you buy me one?"  Jack didn't
know the first thing about buying bras.

       "Well, yeah.  What size are you?"

       "...I don't know.  I've never had one before."  Jack looked
around and spotted the sales lady watching them from across the
section and got an idea.  He waved to her and she came over to them.

       "How can I help you two?"

       "My step-sister here would like a training bra."  Jack
figured that would be the most believable fake relationship for them.
The woman turned to Danielle.

       "What size, dear?"

       "I don't know," she said quietly.  The woman pulled a tape
measure out of her pocket.

       "Raise your arms dear."  Danielle did as she was told and the
woman wrapped the measuring tape around her lower chest.  She saw
Jack watching and gave him a dirty look before reading the
measurement.  "Let's see, your frame size is a 24, remember that for
me, please dear?"  Danielle nodded and the woman raised the measuring
tape up and wrapped it across her small breasts, just over her
nipples.  "Thirty-one.  What was the first number, dear?"

       "Twenty-four."

       "Ok...you are a 30A.  The smallest we have is a 32A, but we
can tighten it up for you.  Why don't you pick one out and then come
meet me in the dressing room and I'll show you how to put it on, ok?"
Danielle beamed a smile.

       "Ok!"  The woman smiled at Danielle and Jack, a little less
cheerfully than she had at the girl.  Danielle was excitedly sorting
through the bras on the rack and paused on one with little lace
frills on the edges.  She ran her hand over the cups and took it off
the rack.  She turned to Jack and held it to her chest.  "Isn't it
beautiful?"

       "Uh, yeah," Jack smiled, feeling self-conscious approving of
a young girl's bra while the suspicious saleswoman watched them.
Despite his discomfort, his words made Danielle giggle and hop
happily.

       "I'll be right back," she said and went over to the lady who
was waiting outside the dressing rooms.  Jack looked around him, now
a little more self conscious of being surrounded by young girl
underwear without being accompanied by a young girl.  After about 5
minutes Danielle and the woman came out of the dressing room, bra in
hand.  Danielle skipped over to Jack happily and threw her arms
around him.  "Thank you so much."

       "You're very welcome.  Now let's get what we came here for
and go back home."

       "Oh, yeah.  I forgot," she giggled giddy, with her
acquisition, and skipped over to the packages of cotton panties.  She
browsed them a bit and looked back at Jack.  "I don't know my size."
Jack sighed and saw the sales lady coming toward them.

       "Can I help you find something, dear?" she asked Danielle.

       "I, uh, don't know what size panties to buy."

       "Well, what size are the ones you're wearing?"  Danielle's
face turned red.

       "Um, I, uh..."

       "She's not wearing panties," Jack interjected.  The look on
the saleswoman's face was priceless.  "She's got a bathing suit on
underneath.  See, she was at a pool party, and she went dressed that
way, and I picked her up and she told me she wanted to come buy some
new underwear before I took her home."  The sales lady blinked as she
thought that odd story through.  Jack hoped she would buy it.

       "I see..." she trailed off and looked to Danielle, who
quickly nodded her head in agreement.  "Ok, well, turn in a circle
for me please dear."  Danielle spun around and giggled a bit.  The
woman went over to the bin and selected a 4-pack with a zipper on it.
She unzipped it and took out a pair and handed them to Danielle.  "Go
try those on dear."  Danielle handed her bra to Jack and went off to
the dressing room leaving Jack alone with the sales lady.

       "I'm sorry for troubling you," Jack offered.

       "You two are step-siblings?" the woman asked suspiciously.

       "Yeah.  Her dad married my mom."

       "I see, and you two go shopping for underwear together at,"
she looked at her watch, "9:34pm regularly?"

       "It's what she wanted.  I think she's just a little shy
around her step-mom with this growing up stuff is all," Jack
explained fakely.

       "Uh-huh," she said, drawing the word out, not totally
believing the story.

       "Look, I know what you're thinking, ok.  I don't blame you,
but really.  She's my step-sister.  She just feels more comfortable
with me than with my mom or her dad when it comes to this."

       Danielle came out of the dressing room happy.  "Perfect," she
said with a smile.  She took the package from the sales lady and put
the pair back in.

       "Ok, ready to go then?" Jack asked.

       "Yep!"  She hugged him again.  "Thanks, Jack."

       "Aren't you lucky to have such a nice older step-brother?"
the sales lady asked, a little skeptically.

       "Yeah.  He's the best.," Danielle said.  She took his hand
and they walked to the check out hand-in-hand.

       ****

       Arriving home, Jack got out of the car first and unlocked the
door.  Danielle raced from the car to the house and slipped inside.
No sooner was she inside than she started taking off her clothes to
put on her new underwear.  Although Jack was used to her freedom with
her nudity, he was still uncomfortable looking and went into the
bedroom to wait for her.  Less than a minute later, she walked in,
wearing only her bra and panties and a smile.  Jack was speechless
looking at her.

       "How do I look?" she asked, spinning around for him.  The bra
was a little padded and gave her the nice rounded appearance of a
more mature girl.  The panties fit snugly against her body, cupping
her sex nicely into a nice little mound in front and contoured to her
bottom.

       "You look...very nice," Jack said, stunned by how pretty and
alluring the two pieces of clothing made her.  She giggled and
blushed.

       "Am I sexy, Jack?"  She pursed her lips into a kiss and ran a
hand over her stomach downwards and between her legs.  Jack was hard.
Throbbing hard.  She sauntered over to him and put her lips to his
cheek.  "I want to thank you, Jack.  Thank you for all the things
you've done for me."  She looked down at the peak in his pants and
smiled.  Her hand unfastened the button and began to unzip him.

       "Danielle...you don't..." he started.

       "I want to.  You've made me feel...I don't know, loved.  I
don't have anyway to repay you for your kindness and generosity other
than this, Jack.  I want to.  More than anything."  Jack sighed.  He
didn't want to corrupt her youth more than it already had been by
allowing her to do what she liked with him.

       "Don't you think I'm sexy, Jack?" she pouted cutely.  "I
mean, you're so nice and hard looking at me like this.  Won't you let
me just suck your cock a little?  Please?"  Her hand pulled his
zipper all the way down, relaxing the strain of his cock against his
clothes and she dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him.

       Jack closed his eyes and said as firmly as he could muster,
"No."  He opened his eyes and saw her looking up at him, confusion on
her face, her eyes brimming with tears.  "It's not right for us,
Danielle.  I'm sorry.  We can't."  As he spoke the last word, tears
poured down her face.

       "I want to Jack.  I want to so badly.  Why?"  She buried her
head in his lap and cried.  He put his hand on the back of her head
and stroked her hair.

       "I'm sorry, honey.  I know you mean well, but it's not an
appropriate way for you to thank me."  His words were directly
contradicting his body, which was still quite engorged and pressed up
against her head as she cried.  No doubt she could feel the warmth
through his clothes.  He put his hands on her shoulders and gently
pushed her away from him.  She looked at him, pleading, hopeful that
he would change his mind.  "Let's get some sleep, ok?"  She didn't
move or say anything as he got up from the bed, fastened his pants
up, and went down the hall to the bathroom.  His cock was softening
and his balls started to ache.  As soon as he got inside and shut and
locked the door, he pulled it out and stroked it in relief.  It
didn't take much and he shot his waiting load into the shower stall.

       While it was certainly one of the most powerful ejaculations
in his life, it felt incredibly empty to him.  He knew he was right
by stopping her, but still, he wanted her.  He wanted so badly to
feel her mouth around him, looking up at him with wide eyes as he
fucked her mouth.  She was right, he was turned on by her, and he
desired to lay with her, but...  He shook his head to clear the
sexual thoughts about her.  She was only 11, for god sakes.  She had
been abused and mistreated, and so she only sought those things from
men.  He didn't want to validate her belief that she was nothing but
a fuck toy.

       He knew she couldn't stay with him, because he was bound to
give in at some point, but he also didn't want to send her home to an
abusive man.  He had to let the police know what was going on, or
maybe even her mother.  She couldn't possibly know about this and
allow it, could she?  She had to be aware that her daughter had not
worn underwear for the past 5 years.  She had to know something was
wrong...didn't she?

       Jack thought his next course of action over as he brushed his
teeth and then went back to the bedroom.  He saw her curled up on the
left side of the bed under the covers asleep.  She was probably tired
after tonight's emotional swings.  Jack felt really guilty about
everything, but he was just trying to do what was right in this
situation.  She was emotionally damaged and treated as less than
human for the last 5 years.  Letting her suck his cock, or more,
would be bad.

       Jack kept telling himself that as he climbed into bed next to
her and turned off the light.  This was just for tonight, and
tomorrow he would do what he could to help her find a safer living
environment.


       =3=

       Jack's dreams that night were full of naked girls in various
states of undress.  Everywhere he looked there was either a bare
breast, a camel toe, or a girl licking her lips and winking at him.
He woke up suddenly as a nude Danielle cried out in pleasure in his
dream.  He looked to his left and saw the girl sleeping soundly.  He
glanced at the clock and saw it was still 3 hours before he needed to
be up.  He sighed and rolled over.

       "Jack?" came a small voice behind him.  "You awake?"

       "Yeah.  What is it?"

       "Do you think I'm a bad girl?"

       "No.  Not at all.  You just haven't had the best life so far,
and you're doing your best to make it through."  He rolled over to
face her.  "You've done nothing wrong, Danielle.  You shouldn't blame
yourself for anything that's happened to you."

       "I'm sorry to be such a pain all the time, Jack."

       "You're not a pain.  You're just confused, like most girls
your age.  It's ok."  She was quiet a moment as she thought about
what he said.

       "So, am I confused when I try to give you a blow job?"  Jack
smiled, though he was sure she couldn't see it in the dark.

       "Yeah, something like that, but it's ok.  I won't think any
less of you."

       "I like you, Jack."  Jack wasn't sure what definition of
'like you' she was using here, whether she meant 'you're a good
person' or 'I think I'm in love.'  Knowing his own use of the word as
a child, he was fairly certain it was the latter definition she was
using.  "Do you like me too?" she asked, almost hushed.

       "Yeah, I like you too, Danielle," he said, not just to
placate her, but truthfully, he really did like her.  He saw her
facial features move in the dark, and guessed it was a smile.  She
scooted over next to him under the covers and cuddled into his chest.

       "I'm glad," she said and fell asleep again within minutes.
Jack kissed her gently on the forehead and settled back into a
relaxing sleep.

       ****

       Three hours later, Jack's alarm clock went off.  He swung his
arm out, hitting the snooze button.  He heard Danielle stir and she
opened her eyes.

       "Morning, Danielle."  She just groaned and rolled over away
from him, which unfortunately for her was into the sunlight streaming
through the window.  She grunted again and turned back to face him,
eyes shut tightly.  Jack got up out of bed and went out to the
kitchen to start breakfast for the two of them.  He had about 90
minutes until work, and decided she might appreciate some pancakes.
He finished making a full batch and she still wasn't up.  He went
into the bedroom and stood there looking at the sleeping form under
the covers.

       "C'mon sleepyhead, time to get up.  I made breakfast."  She
just mumbled something and gripped the pillow under her head.  "No,
no, c'mon, let's go," Jack said playfully, and then grabbed the
sheets and pulled them away from her quickly.  Danielle gave a
surprised squeal and Jack became aware why.  She was completely naked
from head to toe.

       "Jaaaack!" she cried in annoyance.

       "Did you sleep like that all night?" he asked, finding it
hard to look away, even though his better judgment was telling him to
avert his eyes.

       "Yeah.  I sleep naked all the time.  I have to."  She
uncurled from her sleeping position and lay flat on her back, legs
spread open slightly.  Her hair was messed around her head and she
looked very sexy to Jack who was gawking at her nude body.  She
giggled and pointed at him.  "Your thing is hard."  Jack looked down
and saw the head of his cock poking out of his boxer shorts directly
at her.  He quickly turned around and stuffed it back under the
fabric.  He heard her giggling more behind him.

       "You're so cute, Jack," she said.  He heard her roll off to
the side of the bed and get up.  He turned his head in her direction
and saw her bending over, slipping her panties on.  Her small breasts
hung off her body ending in sharp points.  She saw him looking and
giggled turning red.  Jack looked away again.

       "I don't care if you look at me, Jack.  It's nothing you
haven't seen before."

       "I just don't..."

       "...think it's appropriate, I know," she finished for him, a
little glumly.  "It doesn't bother me though, and I...kinda like
it..."  He heard her moving and saw her out of the corner of his eye
standing next to him, still topless, bra in hand.  "I think you kinda
like it too, Jack."  She put on her bra, and walked past him out of
the room.

       Breakfast went quickly, neither of them really saying much.
Danielle was still dressed just in her bra and panties, which was
making Jack a little uncomfortable but he was getting used to it more
and more.  Jack went back to the bedroom, got dressed for work, and
came out to where Danielle was watching TV.

       "Now you're sure your mom's boyfriend isn't going to show up
next-door looking for you?"

       "Quite sure."

       "Ok, because if he does, it's my ass on the line.  I could be
charged with kidnapping."

       "It'll be fine.  Trust me.  He doesn't give a shit."

       "Ok.  If the phone rings or somebody's at the door, don't
answer it.  Keep the TV volume low.  If you want to use the Internet
on my computer, that's fine.  I'll be home around 6 tonight with
dinner."

       "Ok."

       "Alright, I'll see you later."  He left.  He got in his car
and pulled out of the driveway.  He passed Dana's house and saw
several of the girls leaving.  Thankfully, Danielle's mom's boyfriend
was nowhere to be seen.  Jack needed to know more about what was
going on in her home before he could really do much for her, but she
had been unwilling to talk much about it last night.  Hopefully a day
away from whatever torture she went through might help her to start
talking about it.  He also needed to set some ground rules with her
for the time she'd be spending with him.

       Work passed slowly for Jack, and he often found himself
staring at the clock thinking about going home and seeing her.  He
now realized how lonely he had been since he moved into that house by
himself 3 years ago.  His relatively bland daily routine now had a
dose of sexiness to it.  There was anticipation where there once was
nothing at all but his work, work that he had gotten done in record
time.  Danielle seemed to have given him a little more life, and he
liked it.  He liked her.

       She appealed strongly to his chivalrous side, in addition to
her fueling his sexual desires.  Did this mean he was in love with
her?  She was just a child...or was she?  She was certainly unlike
any other girls he'd met, with the exception of Christy.  Dana had
been acting and looking a little more grown up as well.  He had
always found himself attracted to girls in the 11-13 age group
because of their bodies, but their attitudes and personalities really
hadn't been on his mind when he looked at them.  Danielle certainly
knew how to use her body to get men to give her things.  Christy was
quite skilled at flirting.  Dana, though a little shy, knew what she
wanted and did her best to get it from him.  All three, while still
mostly innocent and childish physically, were maturing mentally and
enjoyed testing their new sexual powers on men.

       But all that was irrelevant of course.  She was 11 and he was
25.  It couldn't work between them.  Who would possibly accept them
together?  The Hal-Mart lady certainly didn't, and she didn't know a
thing about the situation they were in together in the first place.

       Jack sighed.  Most of this he had already thought over
numerous times, and his brain was growing tired of all the how's,
why's, and what-if's.  His sense of what was right was strongly
contradicting his sense of what he wanted, and what he wanted was
Danielle.  Danielle, who was at this moment sitting in his house, on
his couch, wearing only a bra and panties.  She was right that
morning, he did like seeing her like that on the bed.  Among the
things going through his head then was taking her right then and
there.  Her nipples just begged to be sucked on, and her pussy looked
so delicious.  He wondered if she felt similarly stimulated when she
saw his exposed cock pointing at her.  Did she masturbate?  Was she
masturbating right now?  In his bed?  On his couch?

       "Oh god, get a grip!"  Jack muttered out loud, pushing such
thoughts out of his head.  He looked up and saw a few people staring
at him.  He gave a weak smile and groaned inwardly.  A glance at the
clock showed he only had about 15 minutes left for the day.  He
resolved to not worry about any of this until he got home and could
hopefully get in touch with somebody that could help her.  That was
what was most important to him.  Helping her.

       ****

       On his way home, he stopped at the local Subbers and picked
up a Veggie Delight for her, and a sandwich for him as well.  He
hoped he remembered the fixings right from 2 months ago.  Coming down
his street, he was relieved not to see any police cars in front of
Dana's or his house.  He had to wonder about Danielle's mother,
though.  Wouldn't she be worried that her daughter wasn't home yet?
He had to ask Danielle these things, even though she didn't want to
talk about them.  They had to be talked about so he could do his best
to help her.

       He got out of the car and walked to the front door, unlocked
it, and opened it.  No sooner was he inside than he was tackled by a
mostly naked Danielle.

       "I missed you so much," she said, planting a kiss on his
cheek.  Though he didn't say it, he had missed her too.

       "I brought dinner," he said, holding up the bag with the
sandwiches.  "Hope I got yours right, it's been almost 2 months."
She giggled and blushed.

       "You remembered."

       "Well it's not everyday I get flashed by a pretty young girl
and made to buy her food," he teased.  She giggled more and looked
away, embarrassed by the compliment.  "C'mon, let's go eat."  She
smiled and nodded and ran ahead to the table.  Jack watched her
little panty covered butt wiggle as she moved and wondered how it
would feel in his hands.

       He followed her, unpacked the sandwiches, and got himself
something to drink.  When he came back to the table she was already
half done with the first half of the sandwich.

       "How is it?  Did I get it right?"  She smiled at him with a
closed mouth, full of food and gave him thumbs up.  "Good.  If you
can't finish the whole thing, you can just save the other half for
later in the fridge."  He relaxed back in his chair and started on
his food.  Looking at her, he saw she was watching him.  It wasn't
just because they were sitting opposite each other; her eyes seemed
focused on him.  He smiled at her and she smiled back.

       "I have some more questions for you.  We'll talk about them
later though."  That didn't make her look quite so happy.

       "Why?"

       "Well, I need to know as much as I can to do my best to help
you."

       "You are helping me now, Jack.  Like this."

       "Well, yeah, but you know you can't stay here forever.
Sooner or later your mom's going to wonder where you are, isn't she?"
Danielle just sat silently and ate, eyes cast downward.  Jack kicked
himself for bringing it up, but knew he had to.

       They ate silently for the next few minutes, and then Danielle
got up and put the remainder of her sandwich in the refrigerator.
She headed down the hall and Jack heard the bathroom door close.  He
finished his sandwich and sat down in front of the TV.  Twenty
minutes passed and Jack realized she was still in the bathroom.  She
was probably just upset and that was the only place she could go to
hide away from him.  Oh well, he could wait.

       An hour passed.  He had been back and forth past the bathroom
door twice, just to see if he could get a reaction from her, but
there had been no change.  He waited another 30 minutes and then
knocked on the door.

       "Danielle?  You ok in there?"  No reply.  "Answer me please,
Danielle."  He heard a weak voice inside, but couldn't make out the
words.  "What was that?  I couldn't understand you."

       "I'm fine."

       "Well c'mon out, ok?  You can't stay in there all night."

       "Let me know when it's bedtime, and I'll come out."  Jack
sighed.

       "What if I have to use the bathroom?"

       "I'll watch."  Jack couldn't help being amused by that
answer.  "Jack?"

       "Yes, Danielle?"

       "Why don't you want me here?"

       'Because I wanted very badly to stick my dick in you this
morning,' was the only way Jack could truthfully answer her.  He felt
bad having to feed her that 'it's not right' crap, but it was the
only way he could keep from encouraging her sexual advances on him.
"C'mon out please, and we'll talk about it, okay?  I don't like
having you upset like this, and, well...it's lonely without you out
here."  There was just silence from the other side, and Jack sighed.
"Well, I'm gonna go back to watching TV now.  If you need me, you
know where to find me."  He turned, and had taken less than a step
when he heard the door open.  He turned around and looked at her,
face wet, eyes puffy.

       "It was lonely without you in there too, Jack," she said.  He
extended his hand to her and she took it.  They returned to the couch
together.  Jack sat down and Danielle cuddled up beside him.  He put
his arm around her and they sat in silence for about 20 minutes until
she spoke up.

       "My dad died when I was 4.  It was about that time that my
mom started acting strangely.  I didn't really know why then.  We
moved into some shitty house then with a bunch of other people.  I
got sick a lot.  That's where my mom met him.  Mike, I mean, her
boyfriend.  He always liked to watch me when I was playing.  If I
looked at him, he'd smile really big, and I'd smile back just as big.
I saw him playing with his dick a lot, but I didn't know what that
was about back then.

       "When I was 6, we moved into his apartment.  It was small,
only a bedroom and a bathroom.  I slept on a folded blanket on the
floor, or I tried to that first night.  They fucked all night, and I
watched and heard all of it.  When they were done, Mike got off the
bed where my mom had fallen asleep and told me to take off my
clothes.  I was scared, but I did what he said.  He started to play
with his dick again and told me to look closely at it.  He came on my
face and I started to cry.  He hit me, and then stuck his fingers in
my pussy.  It hurt so bad.  I cried and cried for my mom, but she
didn't wake up.

       "He took his fingers out of me, and they were covered in
blood.  He made me lick the blood off his fingers and then he went to
sleep.  I didn't know what to do, so I tried to sleep too, but I
couldn't because it hurt so much.  I guess I passed out eventually
and when I woke up, his cum had dried on my face and my pussy was
covered in dried blood.  There was a big red spot on the blanket too
and he yelled at me for it.  He called me things like 'little cunt'
and 'baby whore'.  My mom was still in bed and she just told me to
take a bath.

       "I took a bath, and got all cleaned up.  When I came back out
to get dressed, they were fucking again.  This time could see him
going in her, and I got scared that he would do that to me.  I put my
hands over my pussy and watched them.  He saw me and told me to move
my hands.  I didn't want to and he told me that if I didn't, then
he'd stick it in me too.  I started crying and moved my hands away
like he said.  He looked at me and just fucked my mom harder until he
came.

       "He got off the bed and came over to me.  I scrunched my eyes
shut thinking that he was going to come in my face again.  I felt
something hot and wet against my lips, and he told me to open my
mouth.  I opened my mouth and my eyes and he stuck his cock in.  He
told me to lick it clean.  I accidentally bit him and he hit my face,
and told me not to do it again or he'd fuck me.  I didn't know what
the word fuck meant, but I didn't want him to do it to me.  I
carefully licked it, until it looked clean.  He called me a 'good
little whore' and then left.

       "I got up on the bed with my mom, and she was naked and
sleeping.  I looked between her legs and saw white stuff coming out.
I was scared by all of this and curled up next to her and fell
asleep.  When he came back, he had another blanket for me to sleep
on, and some clothes.  He told me 'not to make such a fucking mess
this time' on it and put his fingers in me again.  It hurt, but not
as bad as the first time, and I didn't bleed very much.  I tried not
to cry this time because I didn't want him to hit me.

       "He took his fingers out and told me to get dressed in the
clothes he brought, a t-shirt and a short skirt.  I did, and said
there weren't any panties.  He told me that 'little sluts like you
don't wear panties' and told me to lift the skirt up so he could see
my pussy.  He started to play with his dick again and I closed my
eyes.  I heard him get on the bed and I opened my eyes.  He was
fucking my mom again, but was looking at my pussy while he did it.
He pulled out, shot his cum at me, and then left.

       "That's what it's been like for me for the last 5 years.  I
lick his cock clean, show him my pussy while he fucks my mom, and he
sticks his fingers in me whenever he wants.  He never fucks me
though.  I don't know why, and I don't want to encourage it.  I found
out that my mom was addicted to meth, and met him because he's a
dealer.  He keeps her drugged and happy and I don't know if she even
knows who I am anymore.  I try to stay away from home as much as
possible, and even ran away once for a week when I was 8.  The police
found me and took me back to him, and he made me suck him off and
swallow for the first time as punishment.  Now do you see why I don't
want to go home, Jack?"

       Jack sat absolutely stunned by her story.  In his head all
the missing pieces started falling into place.  Her acting out, her
clothing, her relationships with the other girls.  He was the first
person in 5 years to actually give a crap about her.  No wonder she
wanted to stay with him.  He realized she was looking at him, maybe a
little nervous now that she had told him all of that.

       "I don't know what to say, Danielle.  I really don't.
Just...wow..."  She relaxed against him and he stroked her hair.
"Can I ask you a few things?"

       "Ok."

       "Why haven't you gone to the police or a teacher at school
about this?"

       "He said he'd kill me and my mom if anybody ever found out.
That's why I didn't want to tell you last night.  I was afraid."

       "If he likes to look at you so much, why doesn't he come to
pick you up like at Dana's house?"

       "I think he's getting tired of me and my mom.  I don't see
him around much anymore.  I think he has another woman and little
girl somewhere else."  Jack's stomach turned at the thought that some
other poor little girl was going through the hell that Danielle had
just described.  "The only reason I go back home anymore is to take
care of my mom."

       "Where is this place?"

       "A motel, a few miles from here.  Next to a 7-11."

       "Does he come around every day?"

       "No.  Maybe twice a week to keep my mom drugged up.  If I'm
there he'll fuck her while he looks at my pussy, or he'll jack off on
my tits.  I hate him.  I hate him so much."  She shuddered and
crossed her arms over her chest.  Jack thought for a moment.

       "I have an idea, Danielle, but it means you have to talk to
the police, ok?"

       "But he said he'd kill me and my mom if I ever told anybody!"

       "You just told me."

       "Yeah, but...I trust you..."

       "I'm glad you trust me, Danielle, but you can trust the
police too."

       "But what if he finds out?"

       "Then I'll protect you, ok?  It's gonna be alright.  You'll
be safe."

       "What about my mom?"  Jack didn't know what to say about
Danielle's mom.  "I don't know, Danielle, but I believe the police
can help her and you and anybody else that he's doing this to."
Danielle sat and thought about it.

       "Do I have to do this?"

       "No, but it's something that I think you should do.  For your
sake, your mom's, and anybody else's.  It's what's right, Danielle."
She sunk against him, and lay across his lap.

       "I'm scared, Jack.  But when I'm with you...I feel really
good."

       "I feel really good with you too, Danielle," Jack said,
stroking her hair to comfort her.

       "Can I decide tomorrow?"

       "Yeah, you can decide tomorrow, but I'd like to do this as
soon as possible, ok?"

       "Ok."

       They watched TV like that for another hour, her laying half-
nude across his lap, not saying much.  About 8pm, Jack realized she
was sleeping.  He was incredibly tempted to run his hands over her
body, but thought better of it deciding that she might wake up if he
got a little too touchy-feely.  After about 30 minutes, Jack needed
badly to go to the bathroom.  He slid his arms under her knees and
her neck and gently cradled and lifted her up.  She felt so light in
his arms, and he felt sorry for her having to carry such heavy
traumas.  He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the
bed.  She curled up a bit in reaction to the coolness of the sheets
under her.  Jack stood and looked at her sleeping face, which had a
hint of a smile on it.  Good dreams, he hoped.  Probably some of the
first she'd had in a long time.  He got a spare blanket and put it
over her, and then left the room.

       Jack went to the bathroom and finished watching the show on
TV.  He returned to the bedroom where Danielle was still sleeping and
sat down at the computer.  He looked for local 7-11s on the internet
and found one just a few miles from his home.  Sure enough, there was
a motel next to it.  He printed out a map and wrote Danielle a note
saying that he needed to run to the store real fast.  As he laid it
on the pillow beside her, he saw her face twisted up in some emotion
he couldn't identify.  On impulse he bent over and kissed her
forehead gently.  Jack wasn't sure why he did it exactly, only that
he thought it might help her with whatever she was trying to work out
in her subconscious.

       "I'll be back soon," he whispered to her, and then got his
shoes and keys and left.


       =4=

       Jack found the motel with little difficulty.  He pulled into
the parking lot and turned off the engine.  He looked around at the
other cars and didn't see the car that he had seen Mike and Danielle
getting into yesterday when he drove past them.  It was a rather
generic 2 story motel building, with a seedy feeling to it.  Jack got
out of the car and walked past all the rooms on the bottom floor,
looking into the windows briefly.  Most of them had the curtains
closed.  Some had a light on inside and Jack could see the outline of
figures through the curtains of the lit rooms.  He didn't think he
would find the room where Danielle's mother was, but at least this
way he had some idea of what this place was like.  As he ascended to
the 2nd floor, one of the doors on the lower section opened.  Jack
looked over his shoulder and saw a young girl leaving the building.
She was dressed rather provocatively, and appeared to be about 15 or
16 years old.

       "Excuse me, miss?" he called to her as he came down the
stairs.  She turned and Jack saw that she was heavily made up.  "Do
you live here?"

       "Yeah, what's it to you?" she asked rather defensively.

       "Well, I'm looking for somebody that lives here, but I don't
know which room is theirs."

       "I haven't lived here long, man, only a few months, so I
don't know many other people here," she replied and turned around and
started walking away.

       "Please, it would really be a big help to me if I could just
ask you."  She stopped and turned.

       "Ok, fine, but it's gonna cost you."  Jack pulled out his
wallet and handed her a $20.  She looked at it, and stuffed it in her
cleavage.

       "You got 5 minutes."

       "Ok, it's a little girl named Danielle, a man named Mike, and
a woman who doesn't get out of bed.  Do you know them?"  He noticed
her eyes widened slightly when he said Danielle's name.

       "How do you know Danielle?  You're not some kind of stalker
pervert, are you?"

       "No, I'm just...a friend of hers."

       "Look mister, I don't know who you are, or what you want with
her, but if you hurt one hair on her head..." the girl said, taking a
step towards Jack with her hand in a fist.  Jack raised his hands in
surrender.

       "Please, tell me, where do they live."  The girl eyed Jack
suspiciously and then relaxed her threatening posture.

       "Room 29, but I don't think they're home right now.  At least
Mike isn't.  Why are you looking for them anyway?"

       "It's a long story, kind of.  You know them well?"  The girl
shrugged her shoulders.

       "Danielle comes over sometimes, we talk.  She's a sweet girl,
ya know?  Mike's a bit of an asshole.  Orders her around a lot.
Never seen the mom, or the inside of the room, though.  Danielle
won't talk about her.  She's never mentioned any guy either, so you
better not be up to any pervert shit with her, or I'll call the cops,
you got me?"

       "Ye-yeah, I got you.  Thanks."  The girl gave him a good last
look and then turned around and went to a car and drove away.  Jack
headed up the stairs and found room 29.  The curtains were closed and
the room inside was dark.  Jack noticed a 'Do Not Disturb' card on
the doorknob.  There wasn't much Jack could see or do now, and he
turned around to go.  As he headed back for the stairs, a door up
ahead of him opened and a man stepped out.  It was Mike.  Jack
quickly turned around and walked the other way, hoping he wasn't
seen.  He heard the sound of footsteps descending on the stairs and
looked over his shoulder.  Mike was down in the parking lot getting
into a car that was different from the one he had seen the other day.

       Jack watched Mike drive off and turned around and went to the
room where Mike had come out of.  The light was on inside and Jack
could see a small form moving about on the floor.  He also could hear
what sounded like a child crying inside.  Jack couldn't just walk
away from this, especially considering Danielle's suspicion that
there might be another girl and mother that Mike was doing this to.
Jack knocked on the door.

       "Hello?  Are you alright in there?"  He heard the crying stop
abruptly and the light went out in the room.  Jack frowned
frustratedly.  He couldn't very well break down the door if the
person on the other side didn't want any help, plus if he was wrong
about what he thought had happened, he'd just be committing a
breaking and entering, good intentions aside.  He took note of the
room number for when he would go to the police and returned to his
car.

       On the drive home he thought about the girl that had been
leaving.  She certainly seemed to know more about Danielle than she
wanted to share with him.  Was it possible that Danielle had confided
in her about the sexual abuse?  Or perhaps she knew about Danielle's
trips to the mall and what she did there.  He wanted to ask Danielle
about the girl, but knew she would worry if she knew that he went to
the motel alone.  He wasn't sure how dangerous Mike was, but if he
was a drug dealer, it was pretty likely that he was armed.

       Jack arrived home and upon entering he could hear a sort of
low moaning coming from the bedroom.  He rushed back there and saw
Danielle on the bed, still asleep, but with a pained expression on
her face, mumbling, moaning, and writhing on the bed.

       "Danielle, Danielle, wake up!" he said shaking her.  Her eyes
popped open suddenly, and she looked around her startled.  Jack sat
down on the bed and she scrambled onto his lap, her arms around him.
"It's ok now.  It was just a dream.  I'm here," he said, comforting
her.

       "I was...I was home, like the house where I lived before my
dad died.  I was playing in my room and-and then Mike showed up, and
I was suddenly a little girl again, and he took off his pants and he
grabbed me, and he was trying to get my panties off, and...I just...I
was crying and I was calling your name and that just made him madder
and he kept pulling at my panties, but they wouldn't come off of me.
Then you woke me up.  I called, and you showed up."  She huddled on
top of him and then noticed the note on the pillow next to her.

       "You left?"

       "Yeah.  I noticed we were getting low on a few things, and it
seemed like you were gonna sleep for a while."

       "Am I being a burden on you, Jack?"

       "No, not at all.  Things just disappear faster when there are
two of us living here."

       "Can I live here, Jack?  With you?  For good?"  Jack hadn't
thought of that, though it did seem to be in her best interests now
that he knew more about her home.

       "I can't promise you anything, Danielle, but I wouldn't mind,
if you'd agree to talk to the police."  He felt her heave a sigh
against his chest and knew she still wasn't thrilled by the idea of
getting others involved.

       "If it means I can stay with you, Jack, I will," she said
finally, tightening her embrace around him, squirming a bit on his
lap, which he immediately wished she hadn't done.

       "But, if you're going to stay with me, we need to set a few
ground rules, ok?"

       "Like what?"

       "Well, for one, you need to start wearing clothes."

       "But I like it like this...and I think you do too," she
giggled, squirming a little more on his lap.  There was no doubt in
his mind that she could feel his hard penis pressing against her
thigh.

       "Danielle..."

       "What?" she asked very innocently before wiggling about again
and giggling.

       "It's not nice to tease me like that."

       "Who says I'm just teasing?" she said with a little smirk.
She crawled off his lap and laid down on her side of the bed.  "I can
do something about it for you, if you'd like..." she said, lifting
her hips and hooking her fingers under the waistband of her panties.
Jack's eyes were locked, and he felt as if the intensity of his
staring alone would be enough to push her panties down.  She began to
push them slowly, and as her bare mons came into view, Jack closed
his eyes and shook his head.

       "Danielle.  Stop.  Please!"  Jack kept his eyes closed for a
moment, and then opened them.  Danielle was practically frozen in
place, her panties just barely covering her slit.  "Pull them up."
He saw a little fear in her eyes, worried perhaps that he was going
to kick her out.

       "I'm sorry, Jack," she said, rolling away from him onto her
side.  Her panties were still down a little, giving Jack a look at
her half covered bottom.

       "Look, Danielle...you're right.  I do like you, sexually.  I
do like to look at you, and touch you, and even feel you sitting on
me, but...I just don't feel right doing what you are trying to lead
me to do.  It's also not a good idea if we go to the police and they
find that we've done something together, because then I'd go to jail
and you'd never see me again."  She rolled over to face him, her
panties sliding down a little on their own from the movement.

       "But I want to," she said, her voice quivering a little.

       "Only because that's what you think men want from you," he
said shaking his head.  "I'm flattered that you want to thank me or
repay me for the help I've given you, but you don't have to do it by
throwing your body at me."

       "But I wa--"

       "No, Danielle, you don't want to.  You've been trained to, by
that asshole.  He's trained you to put out or be punished.  He's
taught you to be just a pussy and a pair of tits.  I don't want to
legitimize that fucked up thinking by sticking my dick in you, ok?  I
refuse to use you like he has."  Jack knew that was harsh, but
necessary.  He saw her lower lip quivering just before the tears
started to flow.

       She sat up and bolted off the bed, pulling her panties up as
she ran into the bathroom.  Jack sighed.  He wanted to say something
comforting to her, but he didn't want to contradict himself.  She was
just confused by him not responding to her like Mike did.  Jack
looked down at the tent in his pants, and for a moment wished he
could just punch it without it hurting like crazy.

       He looked at the clock and saw that it was getting late,
almost bedtime.  He got up, and walked to the bathroom door, a little
surprised that it was open.  He pushed it open and saw her sitting on
the toilet, her panties around her ankles.

       "Oh, god, I'm sorry," he said, turning around quickly.

       "It's ok," she croaked, voice still a little raw from crying.

       "I, uh, I just wanted to tell you it was almost bedtime," he
said, glancing over his shoulder quickly, seeing that she was still
sitting there.  He heard her giggle a little bit, and smiled to
himself.  If he couldn't comfort her physically, at least he could
still make her smile with his embarrassment.  "I'll understand if you
don't want to share the bed with me tonight, so I'll offer to sleep
on the couch."  He glanced again and saw her this time wiping between
her legs with a piece of tissue.  His gaze lingered a bit more and
she looked up and caught his stare.  He saw her face turn beet red
and looked away again.  Odd, he thought, she would eagerly parade
around naked for him, but she was embarrassed by being seen cleaning
herself.

       "So, um, I'll, uh, go sleep--" he was interrupted by feeling
her arms around his waist and her small breasts pressed into his
lower back.

       "No.  Don't leave me alone tonight."  He placed his hands on
her's and smiled.

       "Well, go ahead, I'll be there in a second," he said, pulling
her arms away from him and gesturing for her to leave the bathroom.

       "Nuh-uh."  Jack looked at her puzzled.  "You saw me going, so
I get to see you."

       "Danielle..." he started.

       "You wouldn't want me to tell the police tomorrow that you
were peeping on me in the bathroom, now do you?"

       "That's not funny, Danielle."

       "It wasn't meant to be," she giggled.  "Now get it out!" she
commanded, giving him a slap on the butt and giggling more.  Jack
couldn't seriously do this in front of her, although, he did sort of
barge in on her...it was only fair...or was it?

       "Ok, but since I didn't really see anything, neither are you,
you little trickster.  Stay there."  He walked over to the shower
stall and grinned over his shoulder at her.  She was red faced and
giggling as he undid his fly and pulled out his penis, still hard,
out of her view.  "Now this is fair," he said, sticking his tongue
out at her as he relaxed and started to urinate in an upwards arc
into the shower stall.  He finished, put himself away and turned
around to her.  She giggled and clapped happily as he washed his
hands.

       "Get over here, you haven't washed either," he said, pulling
her over to the sink.  He stood behind her and washed and dried her
hands for her.  She smiled broadly at being tended to by him, like
royalty.  He surprised her by picking her up in his arms and carrying
her into the bedroom as though she were his bride.  He set her down
on her side of the bed, and then turned around to remove his shirt
and pants, leaving only boxing shorts.  He turned back around and saw
her removing her bra, revealing her developing little breasts.  She
tossed the bra to the floor and moved to push down her panties.

       "Whoa, whoa, no.  You're not sleeping naked with me.  Those
stay on, and," he grabbed the shirt that he just took off, "wear
this."  She slipped the shirt on, and it covered her down to mid-
thigh.  Jack didn't tell her this, but he found her incredibly sexy
dressed like that.

       "Can I take them off now?" she asked.  "I'm covered down
there now."

       "No, the panties stay on."

       "Whatsamatter?  Think you're gonna screw me in your sleep?"
she teased.

       "Let's just say I don't want anything of mine getting
anywhere in your sensitive areas before you go to the police
tomorrow."  He saw a look of dread appear on her face.

       "Why?  What are they going to do to me?!"

       "Well, I think they might want to examine you, see if you've
been mistreated or anything."

       "You never told me I had to show my pussy to the police!"

       "Well, not to the police, but to a doctor probably.  Look,
Danielle, you're gonna be going in there to tell them what's happened
to you.  They're gonna want to check you for some kind of evidence."

       "But he never fucked me!  There's nothing to find down
there!"  She was starting to panic and Jack regretted saying anything.

       "I know, but they're going to want to check you out anyways.
That's just how these things work...on TV anyways.  Besides, you
probably haven't seen a doctor in the last 5 years.  I'll be with you
the entire time, ok?  It'll be just fine."  She stood there staring
at him.  "Really, I promise."

       "Ok," she said quietly, and got into bed.  Jack got into bed
as well, and she scooted over next to him.  Jack turned off the light
and put his arms around her.  "Jack?"

       "Yes, Danielle?"

       "I...I'm glad I met you, Jack."

       "I'm glad I met you too, Danielle."  Within moments they were
both asleep, and Danielle was facing one of the biggest days of her
life.


       =5=

       The alarm woke Jack and Danielle at 7:00 am.  Jack, as usual,
got up readily while Danielle tried to catch a few extra minutes of
sleep.

       "C'mon, sleepyhead.  Up and in the shower with you!"  Jack
proclaimed as he whisked the sheets off the dozing girl.  Danielle
half squealed/half groaned at the loss of the warm blankets.  Jack
left the room and went out to the kitchen to have his breakfast.
Within a few minutes, he heard the water in the shower go on.  As she
showered, Jack called his work and got the day off.

       He got dressed, and was just passing the bathroom door when
he heard the doorbell ring in a familiar manner of sequential button
pressing.  It was Dana.  The water was still on in the shower, so if
he could just get rid of her fast enough, she'd never know Danielle
was there.  Jack nervously opened the door.

       "Hi Jack!" said Dana, almost before the door was fully open.
She was wearing a thin blue top and a pair of black lycra biking
shorts.  Jack could easily see her nipples, erect from the crisp
morning air, poking through the top.

       "Hi Dana, you need something?" Jack said, a bit too eager to
get rid of her.

       "My parents are going away for the weekend, and I was just
wondering if I could stay with you.  My mom already okayed it and I
could bring over my sleeping bag and sleep in your living room.  So
is it okay with you?"

       "Well, I don't know..." Jack racked his brain desperately
looking for some kind of good reason, but few plausible excuses came
to the surface.  "I-"

       "Jack?"  Jack froze at the voice coming from inside his home.
He strained his ears and could still hear the water running.  Dana
seemed equally, if not more, surprised at the voice.

       "Um...you have somebody over?" she asked a little quietly,
peering past Jack into the house.  No doubt she had some interesting
thoughts going through her head at that moment.

       "Well..." Jack started before he saw Dana's eyes go wide and
her jaw drop at something behind him.  Jack didn't have to guess
twice at what it was she was looking at behind him.  He turned and
saw Danielle behind him, her body wrapped in a towel, and a look of
surprise on her face meeting Dana's stare.

       "Danielle...you...wha..." Dana stuttered, looking back and
forth between Jack and Danielle, her mind inventing several illicit
scenarios.

       "Dana, it's not what you think..." Jack said, trying to calm
her.

       "Oh my god, oh my god..." Dana started repeating.  Jack was
getting nowhere fast here, and pulled her inside the house and closed
the door.

       "Dana, look, Danielle is just staying here..."

       "You're fucking her, aren't you?" Dana charged rather
suddenly and harshly.

       "No, no, we're not..."

       "Why?  Why her?  You have me!" Dana yelled at him, her voice
quivering.  She caught herself on what she said and covered her mouth
suddenly.  Jack sighed and sat down.  As if her crush on him wasn't
already obvious enough.  He looked over at Danielle, who was just
standing there, head bowed.

       "Did you need something, Danielle?"

       "Um, a bar of soap."

       "In the cupboard under the sink."  Danielle turned her body
slightly as if she was going to go back to the shower, but paused,
unsure of if she should move.  "Go ahead.  I'll talk to her."
Danielle opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but just
turned and hurried back into the bathroom.  Jack turned his attention
to the shocked Dana, who had dropped onto the couch beside him.

       "Jack, I..." she stammered, face red from embarrassment at
her outburst.  "...I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything or to
intrude or...I just...I...what's going on?"  Jack told her as much of
Danielle's story as he felt comfortable with sharing.  When he
finished, Dana just sat there a little dumbfounded by it all.  "So
you, and her...?"

       "No, we're not having sex.  I'm just trying to help her."
Dana sat quietly for a moment, and then stood.

       "I'm going home," she said, and headed for the door.
Danielle appeared then, fully clothed.  Dana looked at her, looked at
the floor, and then went to Danielle and embraced her.  Danielle was
taken aback by the sudden hug.  "I'm sorry," Dana said quietly and
then left quickly.  Jack and Danielle shared a look that said, 'now
what?'

       "You had better get something to eat.  I'm gonna take a
shower."  Jack stood and walked past her, placing a hand on her
shoulder to reassure her.  "She'll be ok.  Don't worry."

       Although Jack told Danielle not to be worried, he certainly
was.  He was nearly paralyzed with fear that Dana might say something
to her parents or one of her friends.  He ran through several
scenarios in his head while he showered, most of which involved him
being dragged off to jail.  For all he knew, he might be there at the
end of today if things didn't go well with the police.  Either way,
he was certain that life would be better for Danielle after today.
Little could go wrong that would change that.  He got out of the
shower, dressed, and found Danielle in front of the TV flipping
through channels.

       "You eat something?"

       "Yes.  Jack?"

       "What?"

       "What's gonna happen to you?"  Apparently Danielle had also
been considering poor outcomes for the day ahead.  Jack sat down next
to her.

       "Well, I'd imagine the police are going to ask me how I know
you and why you're staying with me.  Assuming they believe that I'm
not doing illegal things to you, I won't go to jail."

       "I don't want you to go away, Jack," Danielle said, gripping
his arm.

       "Neither do I, Danielle."  He hugged the girl and stood up.
"Ok, let's go do this."  She gave a quiet nod and stood up, taking
his hand.  He squeezed it reassuringly and they went out the door.

       Outside Jack saw Dana watching from a window on the side of
her house.  She disappeared from the window and was outside in a few
seconds.

       "Go ahead to the car.  I need to talk to Dana for a second,"
he told Danielle.  Jack walked over to the property line where Dana
was standing.

       "Where are you going?"

       "The police station."

       "Oh."

       "Listen, Dana, I'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't tell
anybody that Danielle has been living with me the last few days.
That kind of news tends to give people the wrong idea."

       "I won't tell anybody."

       "Not your parents, and not your friends."

       "I promise.  Um, can I come over later?"

       "Sure.  I think Danielle would like that.  I'm sure she'd
love to talk to somebody other than me for a change.  It would be
really great if you had some clothes to lend her too, she doesn't
have much."  Dana gave him a sort of weak smile, but still looked a
little hurt and embarrassed from earlier.  "Are you ok, Dana?"

       "Yeah.  I'm sorry about some of what I said earlier.  I was
just surprised I guess."

       "Don't worry about it, ok?"

       "Ok."  She turned and started back to her house, but Jack
reached out and grabbed her shoulder.  She turned, startled to face
him and he put his arms around her.

       "I'm sorry too, Dana."  He let her go, and saw she was
turning red.  "I gotta go.  See you later tonight, ok?"

       "Uh, ok!" she said with a real smile on her face this time.
Jack smiled back at her and turned around, letting a sigh of relief.
He hated to have to manipulate her feelings for him, but he felt
reassured now that she wouldn't go telling others.

       He got back to the car and saw a look of mixed emotions on
Danielle's face.  He got in the car, but she said nothing.  Jack
figured she'd tell him what was on her mind when she was ready, so he
didn't press her to speak up.

       The drive to the police station was quiet.  Danielle was to
busy thinking about everything that was about to happen to strike up
a conversation.  Jack too felt some apprehension about this, but
remained positive that this would go ok.

       They arrived, parked and got out.  Danielle took his hand for
the walk to the front door.  A police officer exited the station as
they entered and Jack felt her hand squeeze his in response to seeing
the uniform.  They entered and approached the front desk.  A
secretary was sitting behind a pane of glass and she glanced up at
the pair.

       "Hello, how can I help you?"

       "I'd, uh, like to report a crime," Jack stated, hoping this
wasn't the last nice face he saw before being falsely branded a
rapist.

       "What is the nature of the crime?"

       "Child abuse."  The secretary glanced at Danielle, who was
doing her best to hide behind Jack.  She looked back at Jack, as if
to accuse him.

       "Physical or sexual?"

       "Sexual."  The secretary looked back at Danielle who had a
death-grip on Jack's hand.

       "Have a seat over there," she gestured at small lobby, "the
detectives will be out to see you in a moment."

       "Thank you," Jack said, and led Danielle over to the chairs.
He hoped most of the secretary's silent accusations were all just in
his head.  He and Danielle sat next to each other on a couch.  He put
his arm around her to try and comfort her.  He could feel her
trembling by his side.

       "It'll be alright, ok?  Don't worry.  I'll be with you."

       "Ok," she squeaked out at him.

       A large black man in a suit and a well dressed young white
woman approached them on the couch.  The man spoke.

       "Hello, I'm Det. Marcus Johnson. This is my partner, Det.
Jane Wilson."  Jack stood up.

       "Hi, I'm Jack Nelson.  This is Danielle..."  Jack suddenly
realized he didn't know her last name.  He looked at her a little
lost.  It took a second for Danielle to realize he had stopped mid-
sentence on her last name, and she spoke up.

       "Danielle Alice Newman," she said quietly.  The woman leaned
down to Danielle's eye level.

       "Hello, Danielle.  How are you?" she asked, smiling.
Danielle looked at the woman and then down quickly.

       "Ok," she uttered.

       "Well, Mr. Nelson, if you'll come with me, we can discuss the
situation," Det. Johnson said.  "Det. Wilson will take Danielle into
her office."

       "Of course," Jack said and before he could take a second step
Danielle had grabbed his hand.

       "I don't want you to go, Jack," she said, almost crying.  The
detectives exchanged a look at the relationship between Jack and
Danielle.

       "It'll be ok, Danielle," Det. Wilson said.  "Jack is just
going to talk to Det. Johnson down the hall from us."  Danielle
looked at her, and then back at Jack.

       "Go with Det. Wilson, Danielle.  I won't leave you behind,"
he reassured.  Danielle slowly let go of his hand and Det. Wilson put
her hand on Danielle's shoulder.  Jack gave Danielle a smile and then
turned to Det. Johnson.

       "This way, sir," the detective said and led Jack away.
Danielle watched him go into a room just down the hall.  When he
disappeared from view, she turned to Det. Wilson with a tear rolling
down her face.

       "You really like him, don't you?" Jane asked.  Danielle
nodded.  "Come on, let's go somewhere a little more private and
talk."  She led Danielle in the opposite direction that Jack went in,
and entered a nicely furnished room with a couch, a couple of
upholstered chairs, and a mini-kitchen.  There was a low table which
had a stack of paper and a box of crayons on it.  Off to the side was
what looked like an open toy chest with dolls in it.  The room looked
very cozy and relaxing.  Jane closed the door and flipped a switch on
the wall which did not cause any immediate effect to the room as far
as Danielle could tell.  She noticed a small camera up in the corner
of the ceiling with a red light.

       "Have a seat wherever you'd like, Danielle," Jane said.
"Would you like something to drink?  Cocoa?  Juice?"

       "No thank you," Danielle said, sitting on the couch, pulling
her legs up to her chest.  Jane sat down next to her.

       "So...I understand you have something to tell me, Danielle."
Danielle sat quietly for about a minute, then took a deep breath and
told Jane her story.  Jane took notes, but showed little emotion
other than a comforting smile.  When Danielle had finished Jane took
her notes and placed them inside a plastic capsule and placed the
capsule into an air pressure tube hidden away in a cupboard.
Danielle heard a whoosh of air but did not look as she had stayed in
her curled up position on the couch the entire time.  Jane returned
to the couch next to Danielle.

       "Tell me about Jack, Danielle."  Danielle hugged her legs a
little tighter and flushed a light pink.  "Has Jack ever done
anything to you?"

       "No, he won't."

       "Won't?" Jane questioned Danielle's choice of words.

       "Yeah, I--" Danielle stopped abruptly, her face red.

       "You what, Danielle?"  Danielle hid her face in the small
pocket formed by her arms and legs and said something that Jane
couldn't quite make out.  Jane got up from the couch and walked over
to the switch on the wall.  Danielle looked up and watched her flip
it back to it's original position.  She looked over at the camera in
the corner and saw that the red light had gone off.

       "There.  Now it's just you and me, girl to girl," said Jane,
undoing her blonde hair from the ponytail it had been in.  She sat
next to Danielle again, but in a much less business-type manner.  "I
was right earlier when I said you liked him, wasn't I?"  Danielle
nodded.  "Do you try to sneak peeks at him when he's naked?"
Danielle nodded again, but with a tiny smile this time.  "I bet you
wear revealing clothes around him too."

       "Well...I don't really have much choice."

       "Oh?  How so?"

       "I only had two outfits when I started living with him."

       "I see.  And how was it that you met Jack?"

       "Um...I don't know if I--"

       "It's ok, Danielle.  This is just you and me.  I promise that
anything you tell me will be kept secret between us."  Danielle
thought it over for a moment.

       "You promise?"

       "I'm a police officer.  If you can't trust me, who can you
trust?"  Danielle smiled and relaxed her body some.

       "A few months ago I was trying out this thing at the mall
where I'd give guys head in exchange for stuff.  I did it only once
before I met Jack.  Anyways, I saw him staring at me one day and
approached him.  I let him look down my top, and I flashed my pussy
at him.  Before I could make him an offer, he gave me money to buy a
sandwich.  I thought he was really sweet, because he didn't act like
a pervert.

       "I didn't try it again for a few weeks.  I met this guy in a
store, and told him I'd blow him for $100.  He pulled out his thing,
and I couldn't do it.  I ran out of the store and he chased me.  I
bumped into Jack while I was trying to get away and he helped me.
Then I--I tried to give Jack head, but he pushed me away.  I got
afraid that I had done something wrong, and so I ran away from him.

       "Later that night, while I was watching Mike fuck my mom, I
thought of Jack, and how he'd save me like he had before.  Thanks to
the thought of Jack saving me, I was able to endure the next two
weeks of cum on my face and fingers in my pussy."

       "He was your hero," Jane said.  Danielle smiled and nodded.

       "Yeah, he really is."

       "So, how did you wind up with him?"

       "A week ago, a friend of mine from the apartment building
named Jessie helped me get onto a soccer team with some other girls
my age.  I knew most of them from school.  I'd hear them talking
about me, or catch them looking in my direction and then looking away
and laughing.  They'd make fun of my clothes for looking so old, or
they'd call me a slut because of how Mike made me dress.  One girl on
the team, Dana, was really nice.  She invited the entire team over to
her house for a pool party and sleepover, and included me.  I wasn't
too eager to go, but Mike made me go so nobody would maybe suspect
problems for me.

       "When we got there, I realized I didn't have a sleeping bag.
So Mike drove me to a store and we got one.  He punished me though
for making him buy me a sleeping bag.  He made me suck him off while
driving back to the house.  I barely had time to clean his sperm off
my face before the door opened and I saw Jack standing there.  I
begged Jack to take me in for the night.  I've been there ever since."

       "And Mike doesn't wonder where you are, or why you haven't
come home?"

       "No.  I run away a lot.  I've been gone as long as 2 weeks.
I always go back though, to make sure mom is ok.  Mike really lets me
have it then.  He accuses me of sleeping around or blowing guys in
exchange for a place to live.  Most of the time I'm staying with
Jessie so I can stay close to mom."

       "And have you told Jessie about your problems?"

       "A little.  She doesn't ask too many questions about it, but
I think she's figured some of it out."

       "How old is Jessie?"

       "She's 16."

       "Was it Jessie's idea for you to find men at the mall?"

       "...not really..."

       "What do you mean by that?"  Danielle looked down and blushed
a little.

       "I sort of watched her with her boyfriend once.  She told me
later that he would buy her things in exchange for sex.  I decided to
try it myself."

       "You did it 3 times, right?"

       "Yeah, except when it was with Jack, nothing really happened.
He just bought me food and I didn't have to do anything."

       "Except show him your pussy," Jane said with a smile,
reminding Danielle.  Danielle giggled and blushed at the memory.

       "Yeah...I got him hard then, I think.  He's so cute when he's
embarrassed."

       "I bet he is," Jane said with a far away look coming over
her.  "You know, Danielle, you remind me a lot of myself when I was
your age."

       "Really?"

       "Yeah.  You see, I was abused too.  My stepfather raped me
when I was only 8, and it lasted for nearly 4 years until I met a
very kind man who helped me get away from him.  It was really hard
for me to come forward and talk about it like you are telling me now,
but I'm really glad I did."  She showed Danielle the back of her left
hand, and the simple silver band with a small diamond fixed in the
center on her ring finger, seated next to an equally simple gold
band.  "He gave this to me back then, for being so brave and facing
all my fears.  When I turned 18, we got married and we've been
together ever since."  Danielle's eyes were large, and Jane could see
the young girl was thinking some very similar things as she stared at
the rings.  "I don't mean to get your hopes up honey, but just as I
had my prince, Jack is yours and he's doing this because he cares
about you."

       "Um..." Danielle said a bit unsure, "...did, uh, you and your
'prince'...do it?" she asked with a red face.  Jane too blushed at
the question and nodded at the girl.


       "The night we became engaged.  I was 13."

       "Wow..." Danielle's voice trailed off, as she sat a little in
awe, her mind drifting away in her own fantasies.  Jane took Danielle
hand in her's and squeezed it.

       "Don't get ahead of yourself, Dani.  I think you've told me
enough here, so what say we reunite you with your prince and he can
hold your hand while we give you a small checkup?"  The pleased look
on Danielle's face seemed to fade at the mention of the exam.

       "I-I'm scared..."

       "It'll be ok.  I'm also licensed to give these kinds of
checkups, so it'll just be you, Jack and I.  Nobody else will be able
to see anything, ok?"

       "O-ok," Danielle agreed, holding Jane's hand tightly as the
detective called her partner on her cell phone.

       "Marcus?  ...yeah...exam 2...ok, bye," she said and closed
the phone.  She and Danielle stood, and exited the room, hand in hand.


       =6=

       The drive home was a relief to Jack.  Despite his total
innocence in the matter, he felt like the primary suspect the entire
time he had been in Det. Johnson's office.  The detective had said
very little to him the entire time as Jack told his story, and when
he had asked Jack to come with him, Jack was sure it was to a holding
cell and not the exam room.

       The smiling girl in the passenger seat had gone through a
fairly invasive gynological exam and had gripped his hand in a death
grip through most of it.  It had helped though that Det. Wilson had
been the one performing the exam, as it seemed that she had earned
Danielle's trust in such a short time, enough even to warrant a kiss
on the cheek when they had left the station.  Since Danielle had only
the clothes that she had brought with her from home, and they were
needed as evidence, she was now wearing just the gown for the exam,
and of course the bra and panties that Jack had bought for her the
other night.

       Pulling up to the house, he saw Dana sitting on the front
step waiting for them with her backpack.  She stood up as the car
pulled into the driveway and rather than going to Jack, she went
instead to Danielle and hugged her.  Jack was glad Dana had found out
everything, despite how awkward it had been in the beginning, but he
was glad that Danielle had somebody her own age to confide in.  He
unlocked the door and, like a doorman, made a sweeping gesture
inviting the girls into the house.  He was rewarded with a pair of
giggles and a terrific view of Danielle's backside through the open
part of the gown.  Dana caught him staring and raised her eyebrows at
him, causing Jack to look upwards and whistle a little.  Dana laughed
at this, which alerted Danielle to the fact that she was being left
out of this silent exchange.

       "What's so funny?" she asked, genuinely confused.  Dana
clapped a hand over her mouth, but couldn't help glancing at
Danielle's exposed panty clad rear herself.  Danielle followed her
gaze to her own ass, and then looked back at Jack, who was still
looking skyward and whistling.  "Jack!  Bad!" she admonished
playfully, before pulling the gown off entirely.  "If you wanted to
look, you could have just asked!"  This free display of near-nudity
caught poor Dana completely off guard.

       "Danielle!  What are you doing?  Jack's right there!" she
said, pointing intently at the now very uncomfortable looking man who
quickly closed the door so no passersby would get a free show.

       "Nothing he hasn't seen before," Danielle said matter-of-
factly.  "Who do you think bought me this bra and panties?"  Dana
just gaped at Jack, not unlike she had earlier when she had
discovered the pair.  Jack felt a great need to change the subject.

       "Oooo-kay, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about.  I'm
going to take Danielle's other clothes to the police as evidence.
There's some sandwich stuff in the fridge, so help yourselves.  I
won't be gone long.  With that, Jack strode past the two and went
into the bedroom to collect Danielle's swimsuit and her other set of
clothing.  Picking up her swimsuit, Jack inspected it briefly.  There
were what appeared to be semen stains on both the chest and the
inside of the crotch on the suit.  Jack couldn't help cursing under
his breath at Mike for what he'd been doing to her for so long.  He
stuck the clothes into a plain brown paper bag and left the house
with the girls in the kitchen.

       ****

       Arriving at the station, he saw both Dets. Johnson and Wilson
outside talking.  He got out of the car and approached them with the
bag.  Just when he thought he'd seen it all in the last few days,
there, not 40 feet away from him, the two detectives were kissing.
He stuttered in his stride and came to a stop, wondering if he'd just
stumbled upon an illicit romance between coworkers.  The pair broke
their kiss and Johnson left Wilson there, heading into the parking
lot.  Jane noticed Jack standing there and came over to where he was.

       "Jack, thank you for bringing this back here," she said,
either not aware he had seen just moments ago or not caring that he
had.

       "Sure, no problem...there appear to be some stains on the
swimsuit," he said, glancing past her at the direction Johnson had
gone in.  She turned to see where he was looking, and figured out
what was on his mind.

       "We're married," she said.  "I still use my maiden name for
my professional work."

       "I see...well you two certainly took me by surprise," Jack
admitted to her.  For a few moments I thought I was seeing something
else."

       "Everybody does," she replied with a smile.

       "Where, uh, where's he off to?"

       "He's running down a few leads on your case.  This Mike
character that's been hurting Danielle matches some descriptions of
men seen in the vicinity of kidnappings involving other young girls
about Danielle's age.  The FBI got pretty interested when we shared a
few details of the story you and Danielle told us this morning."

       "Wow...uh...should I be worried at all?  Like Mike might come
looking for her or something?"

       "No, I don't think so," Jane said dismissing it with a shake
of her head.  "Nothing indicates he's dangerous, and like Danielle
told me, she runs away from him all the time, so I doubt he'll be
looking for her.  I do recommend though that you not go to his motel
anymore.  He's seen you already, knows where you live, and if he
happens to recognize you poking around, it could endanger not only
yourself, but also Danielle, her mother, and your neighbors," she
warned, having been filled in on his close-call by Det. Johnson.

       "Oh, sure.  I'm in no hurry to chance that again.  I should
get back, I left Danielle with her friend who lives next door.  She
kinda...discovered us cohabitating this morning before we came here."

       "Yikes.  Sounds like it was awkward for all involved," Jane
offered sympathetically.  Jack couldn't help chuckling at the
understatement.

       "Yeah, well...Danielle wasn't exactly dressed, and it...did
look pretty bad, I have to admit."  Jane put her hand on Jack's arm
in a supportive gesture.

       "You're doing a good thing, Jack, and you've become
incredibly special to Danielle.  Believe me, you're one of the good
pedophiles out there," she said.

       "Yeah I know, it's...what?!" his jaw would have been bouncing
on the pavement had he been a few feet shorter.

       "Jack, I've been doing this job long enough to know a
pedophile when I see one.  I know you're not all child molesters like
the media and pundits so often make you out to be."  Jack just
couldn't speak.  He shook off his surprise, and was about to refute
her statement when she stunned him one last time.

       "Frankly, if I could legally eat out a girl Danielle's age,
I'd do it in a heartbeat."  And with that, she took his hand in her's
and shook it.  "Again, thanks for bringing these clothes by.  I'll
let you know if we find out anything else.  Take good care of
yourself and Danielle."

       "S-sure," was all Jack could manage as she turned and walked
back into the station.  He took a deep breath, shaking his head, and
went back to his car, his mind racing at having not only being pegged
as a little girl lover, but at Jane's own admission to the same.
"The hell was all that?" he mused to himself, and headed home.

       ****

       Arriving back at the house, he wasn't sure if he should tell
Danielle any of what Jane had told him, about the case or otherwise.
Although could it be that Danielle already knew?  She had become
friendly with Jane awful fast...you don't suppose they...  No, no,
no, that was silly and preposterous.  Detective Jane Wilson was a
professional, and she knew better than to make love to the young
girls she was striving to protect.  Jack chuckled at the fact he had
even conjured the thought and entered the house.

       It was rather quiet inside, and the girls weren't in the
kitchen, the dining room, or in front of the TV.  Down the hall in
the bedroom perhaps?

       "Da-" Jack had barely called the first syllable of her name
when he could have sworn he heard a noise from down the hall.  It
wasn't exactly a voice, but it was airy and wasn't the result of a
stray wind blowing.

       "...nnnnGHnnn..." came the noise again.  It reminded Jack of
playing with his cousins, and they would tie up and gag one of the
younger ones...tied up?!  Could Mike have found them and restrained
the girls in some way?  He thought better of calling out again, as it
would call attention to his presence inside the house.  Slowly he
crept down the hallway towards the open door of his bedroom, the
moaning and groaning growing louder, and was now joined by panting?

       As he approached the doorway, the interior of the room began
to come into view.  The edge of the bed...clothes on the floor...an
open backpack nearby with clothes spilling out.  He looked back up to
the bed and saw red hair laid out on it.  Dana's face came into view
next, her eyes were closed, mouth pulled up into a small 'o' as she
panted.

       'Oh god...' she mouthed as she rolled her head side to side.
Jack was pretty sure what he was witnessing, and felt compelled to
give Dana some privacy but...what about Danielle?  Where was she?
"No, don't stop, don't..." Dana pleaded lifting her head to look down
at something...or somebody.  Her words worked and she laid her head
back down to continue cooing and moaning in joy.  Jack was pretty
sure he knew where Danielle was too, now.

       He felt his cock get hard as he continued to the doorway and
he got an eyeful of Dana's nude body laid out on the bed, her small
cones quivering on her chest as she breathed and moved under the
touch of the brown haired nude figure kneeling at the edge of the
bed, working their mouth between the redhead's slender legs.

       "You taste so good, Dana," Danielle said, pausing briefly
before sliding her tongue down Dana's slit.

       "I never thought...~whimper~...it could feel
this...~whine~...g-" she froze and her eyes popped open and she
stared at Jack standing in the doorway.  "OH MY GOD!" she screamed,
scooting backwards on the bed away from a startled Danielle and
pulling the covers over herself.  Danielle looked confused at Dana
for only a second before turning and seeing Jack as well.  She
grinned at him, her mouth and the surrounding area glimmering
slightly with Dana's arousal.

       "Welcome home," she said.  "You like the show?" she asked,
her gaze lowered now at his straining pants.

       "Uh, yeah," Jack said, rather dumbly.  He couldn't lie, his
cock was throbbing, the crotch of his boxers damp with pre-cum.  His
brain was telling him to leave the two to their fun and go jack off
in the bathroom, but he also didn't want to miss out on
anything...after all, he wasn't involved, and as such wasn't breaking
any laws.  Danielle however had other ideas.

       She walked over to him on her knees and started to un fasten
his pants.  As she popped the button she looked over at Dana on the
bed and slowly dragged down the zipper.  Dana was torn between
watching Danielle bring out the organ she'd fantasized about so many
times before, and doing the actual clothes removal herself.  She'd
naturally be doing the latter in a heartbeat, but her modesty was
keeping her wrapped in blankets where she could secretly masturbate.

       "Danielle..." Jack said softly, not quite sure if his next
words would be encouraging or discouraging.  Danielle looked back up
at him and shook her head.

       "No.  You've done so much for me already.  I'm going to repay
you, right here, right now."  Determination was in her eyes, and Jack
couldn't find the word 'no.'  He gave a slight nod, and Danielle
pulled down his pants and boxers in one movement.  Jack's attention
was not on her, however, but on Dana, who's eyes just about rocketed
out of her head when Jack's cock sprung free.  He could see her arm
moving rhythmically under the blanket, and it didn't take a genius to
know what she was doing.

       He took a sharp breath as Danielle wrapped her hand around
the shaft and pressed her soft, Dana-cum-coated, lips to the head.
"Oh god," he said, shuddering and closing his eyes.  Danielle kissed
all over his cock head, before planting kisses down the length of his
shaft.

       "C'mon, Dana, you do it now," Danielle said to the diddling
girl on the bed.  Dana gave a quick shake of her head, pulling the
covers up a little more to hide her lower face.  Danielle heaved an
exasperated sigh before standing up and yanking the covers off the
bed.  Dana shrieked as she grabbed at the blankets, pausing mid-tug-
of-war to try covering herself with her hands.  Unfortunately for
her, she could only spare one hand in the endeavor and couldn't
decide if she should conceal her small bouncing breasts or her wet
cunny.

       "He'll see, he'll see!" she pleaded, but she just couldn't
compete with Danielle's double fisted effort and was left exposed and
embarrassed on the bed.  She didn't dare move, as she knew that to
get dressed would require use of her hands, and they were otherwise
occupied.  Feeling trapped, she curled her body up and softly began
to cry, hiding her face.

       "Dana..." Danielle said, guilt and sympathy in her voice, as
she recalled her own feelings, buried years ago, of being stripped
and made an object of depraved lust.  She looked to Jack, who had
already stepped out of the clothes around his feet and gone to Dana's
side of the bed.  He sat down next to her and put his arm around her,
pulling her nude balled up body against his.  She lifted her head and
looked at him, tears streaked on her face.  She shuddered out a small
sob and opened her mouth to speak, when he put his lips tenderly on
her forehead.

       "Jack..." she squeaked softly in quiet wonder.

       "It's ok, Dana," he said, stroking her short red hair. 
Danielle climbed up on the bed as well and went to Dana's other side,
wrapping her arms around the girl.

       "I'm sorry, Dana...so so...sorry..." the tears started to
roll down her cheeks and she began to shake with emotion.  "I was
acting just like him...not listening...not caring...only wanting
to...oh god..." Danielle started sobbing as she clung to Dana,
feeling very much like she had become equal to the man she had hated
so much for the last 5 years.

       Just as something had clicked within Jack making him want to
save her, something clicked inside Dana activating what would someday
become her maternal instincts.  She pulled the sobbing girl to her
breast and just held her tight as she cried.  Jack looked at the two
nude girls, each with fresh tears on their cheeks, their bodies
pressed together, each intimately exposed to him, and found the scene
to be one of beauty rather than one of eroticism.  His penis had gone
flaccid and was now laying limp against his thigh, perhaps in tribute
to the true innocence of it all.

       Danielle's body relaxed as she cried out her pain and soon
fell asleep in Dana's arms.

       "Danielle?" Dana asked softly, and she received no reply.
Jack got up and helped Dana out from under the peacefully sleeping
girl, whom they covered with a blanket.  The tender moment having
passed, Dana's mind registered that she was still stark naked and in
full view of her bottomless neighbor whom she had masturbated to for
the last 2 years.  She shot a hand down over her bald cunny and
crossed the other over her chest as her cheeks heated while looking
at Jack's dangling member.

       Jack looked at her, and then looked down at himself, and
covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing and waking Danielle.
He grabbed his boxers off the floor and pulled them on and looked at
Dana, who tilted her head to the side and gave two short jerks
upwards with her head, indicating the doorway.  This just made Jack
want to laugh harder, but he did as he was silently told and left her
to dress.

       He went to the kitchen to clean up what was left out by the
two earlier, and Dana shortly joined him, wearing just a spaghetti-
top and panties.  Jack looked at her, a bit surprised at her skimpy
choice of clothing.

       "What?" she asked.

       "Nothing...just..."

       "It's not like you didn't just see EVERYTHING!  Besides, I'm
a little hot..."

       "So...um...what was that I walked in on earlier with you
two?" Jack asked, genuinely curious as to how Danielle's face had
ended up between Dana's thighs.  Dana looked away from Jack with an
embarrassed grin on her face.

       "We, uh...we ate and then we went into the bedroom to look at
the clothes I had brought over for her.  She was modeling them and
stuff, and I told her she looked kinda sexy in some of them.  Then
when she was taking them off, she saw my favorite training bra and
panties and she took her's off.  She was naked...and I guess I just
blurted out that she had a really nice body...and she said she wanted
to see mine.  So I took my clothes off and we were looking at each
other...and we starting talking about...touching...and it just
kinda...went from there..."

       Jack noticed Dana's thighs were shifting and squeezing
together as she trailed off in remembrance of how Danielle had made
her feel.  She started to reach to her pussy, but realized where she
was, and quickly put her hands behind her back to stave off
temptation.  She blushed shyly at Jack, who had stopped what he was
doing and was now watching her squirm in arousal.

       "Did, uh, did you like watching us?" Dana asked.  Jack's
nodding head spread a smile across her face.

       "I thought it was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen,"
he told her, which just caused her to work her thighs together a
little more.  Jack didn't want to tease, but wondered how much it
would take before she gave in and started jilling off in front of
him.  "The way you moved your hips and were moaning...that got my
cock so hard...and your little tits, the way they jiggled...I wanted
to step in and start sucking on them...

       "Oh my god, Jaaaaaack!" she whined, embarrassed and horny.

       "You like me, don't you, Dana?" he asked, having known that
to be true for at least a year or so.  Dana looked at him briefly
with wide eyes before looking away from him, having been found out.

       "...kinda, yeah..." she admitted quietly, unable to look at
him.

       "I saw you on the bed, you know, touching yourself under the
blanket when Danielle took out my cock."  Jack noticed her eyes dart
to his lower body when he said 'cock,' and briefly fixed on the
obvious protrusion that was now hidden away.  While Jack normally
would have never acted this way with Dana in the past, now there
seemed to be a kind of freedom about what was and wasn't allowed
between them.  To him, it was as though a barrier had broken the
moment Danielle had exposed Dana's masturbating form under the
blanket.

       "Jack..." she whimpered, her hands slowly coming around to
work at the itch Jack's words had encouraged.

       "Do you remember where Danielle's lips had been before she
put them on my cock?  They were still wet from you."  Dana looked at
him in shock, the fact that her juices had touched him, especially in
such an erotic way, hadn't occurred to her at all.  That sexy thought
was the last draw for Dana, and she began rubbing her panty covered
crotch right there in his kitchen.

       "Oh god, Jack..." she moaned with her eyes closed.  They
popped open as a hand palmed her small breast through the thin top
and she saw Jack copping a feel.  For a split second, she wanted to
pull away from him, but her desire won out over her inhibitions.  She
pressed her chest against his hand, and gasped at the tremors
generated from her stiff nipple rubbing into his hand.  For Dana's
this was something of a dream come true, and she soon found herself
crying out in orgasm.

       Jack felt her body shake and caught her as her knees weakened
and gave out.  She shuddered in joy in his arms, and rubbed her pussy
until the stimulation was simply too much and her clit couldn't stand
any more.  She felt as though she were floating through the air, but
realized it wasn't from orgasm, but because Jack had lifted her up
and carried her to the couch.  As he laid her out, she felt an
excited panic that he was going to make love to her.  Instead, he sat
down and let her head lay on his lap.

       Dana dozed off for a few minutes before waking up as Jack
adjusted something near her head.  She realized what it was he had
moved and sat up suddenly from the thrill at having been so near to
his sex organ.  She turned around to face him and looked from his
face to the slowly declining tent in his boxers.

       "I, uh...can I...see it?" she asked.  Jack nodded at her and
lifted his bottom from the couch to pull his boxers off.  It had been
in decline when she asked, but her request gave it new life and she
watched as it filled up with blood.  She scooted closer to him on the
couch and just stared at it for a moment in wonder.  She dropped a
hand to her own lap and winced as she rubbed over her still tender
button.  "Can I..." she started, but Jack knew what was on her mind
and answered her before she could really ask.

       "Go ahead."

       Dana gulped and reached out her trembling free hand for the
shaft.  She touched it briefly with a few fingers, before jerking her
hand back at how hot it was to touch.  "It's so warm," she whispered
in surprise, before she went all the way, putting her hand around it.
"Thi-this is the first one I've ever..." she said, not to Jack
specifically, but to herself in amazement.  Without any words or
prompting from Jack, she lowered her head and cautiously pressed her
lips to the head.  She slowly kissed down his shaft, imitating what
she had seen Danielle do earlier.  "Am-am I doing it right?" she
asked, looking up at Jack, who was noticeably breathing heavier now.

       "You're doing just fine, Dana," he said, wondering how far
she would take this.

       "I'm...um...going to suck it now?" she asked him, herself not
sure what to do next really.

       "Only if you want to," Jack said.  The preteen looked at his
cock for a moment, the head swollen and leaking precum.  It was
rather intimidating, especially to an innocent first-timer like Dana.
She took a deep breath, as though she was about to go under water and
put her mouth around his shaft.  Jack groaned as she took him in, her
soft, wet tongue on one side, the roof of her mouth on the other.
She jerked her head off of him when she heard him groan and looked at
him with worry.

       "Did I hurt you?  Did I do something wrong?"

       "No, Dana, not at all.  It felt great.  Do you like it?"  She
thought for a moment.

       "I guess...if I do it again am I going to make you squirt?"

       "If you keep doing it, yeah, I will."  Dana thought about
that a little.

       "Uh, will you tell me when it's going to happen?  I don't
know if I want you to sperm in my mouth..."

       "Sure, I'll tell you," Jack consented.  As sexy as he found
it to cum in a girl's mouth, he understood Dana's reluctance at the
idea.  "Try sucking on it like a lollipop," he suggested.  Dana
nodded at the advice and went down on him once again.  Unlike last
time when she simply put her mouth around it, she now tightened her
lips around the shaft and sucked on it like a straw.

       "Ungh...yeah, just like that honey...move up and down on it
too," he coached, and as she complied, he knew it wouldn't be long.
He'd been hard virtually ever since he looked in the bedroom, and the
constant visual stimulation plus Danielle's kisses had primed the
pump.  He felt Dana's tongue slather the ridge of his cock head and
moaned, rolling his head back.  The old familiar sensation flowed
throughout his cock and he did his best to warn her.

       "Oh god, Dana...Dana...I'm gonna-" he had intended to finish
the sentence with the word 'cum,' but instead he performed the act
against the back of her mouth.  Dana pulled off and opened her mouth
to complain about not being warned sooner, but instead received a hot
sticky surprise laid vertically across her lips, from the tip of her
nose to her chin.  She sat back, narrowly avoiding the third of
Jack's 5 primary eruptions.  She watched him grab and pump his
glistening cock, getting his money's worth out of her first ever
blowjob.  As he came down from one of the best orgasm he'd had in the
last few years, Dana was tasting the fluids of her labor.  Almost
immediately, she made a face at the stuff, which Jack noticed and
couldn't help chuckling at.

       "It's not funny!" she said indignantly.  "I told you to warn
me before you shot it."

       "I'm sorry, Dana.  I tried, but it just came too fast."  She
frowned at him, not completely accepting his apology, but she knew
herself that orgasms had a way of sneaking up on people.

       "So...you can't hold it back, like pee then?" she asked,
having thought differently ever since she first learned the meaning
of the word 'ejaculate.'

       "Not really, no," he answered.  "Guys can only control it so
much, and we fight it as much as possible, but when it gets too
intense, nothing's gonna stop it."  That made Dana feel rather proud
of herself, that she had bested Jack's self control and had forced
him to orgasm.  It also got her horny again, prompting her to caress
her already damp panties.  She watched Jack pull off his shirt, and
use it to wipe up the cum on his cock, causing her to remember that
she still had some on her face.  She thought of using her shirt in a
similar manner, but what would she tell her mom when it was laundry
time?  She decided the taste wasn't TOO bad, and licked her lips
clean, scooping up what she couldn't reach on her chin with her hand.

       "I guess I should go home," she said.  "I'm sure mom will get
ideas about why I've been over here so long.  She, uh, gave me 'the
talk' the other day...not that I didn't already have your cock on my
mind," she quipped with a wink.  With that, she gave Jack a kiss on
the cheek and walked past him towards the front door.  Jack caught a
whiff of her body as she passed him, smelling strongly of pussy.

       "You're not going home like that, are you?" he asked, not
only referring to her smelling and looking like sex, but that she was
rather scantily dressed, and the panties she was wearing were soaked
and had camel toed nicely to her vulva.  She looked down at herself
and realized he was right.  With little hesitation, and much blushing
and grinning, she peeled them off and tossed them to Jack on the
couch.

       "Mind if I use your shower?" she asked, giggling.  She didn't
wait for an answer and ran off to the bathroom, leaving a naked Jack
on the couch with a nice memento of her visit this afternoon.


       =7=

       After Dana had showered, dressed, and gone home, Jack went
into the bedroom where Danielle was still peacefully sleeping.  He
sat down at his computer and browsed around a little until she woke
up.  As she sat up and stretched, the blanket fell down uncovering
her preteen chest.

       "Dana go home?" she asked with a slight yawn.

       "Yeah, she figured she had better so her mom didn't come
looking for her."  He noticed Danielle's mood change from sleepy-
neutral to sleepy-melancholy as she processed his reply.  "What's
wrong?"

       "I want to see mom," she said.  Jack shook his head.

       "We shouldn't, Danielle.  Detective Wilson said Mike might be
dangerous and we don't want him to find out you're here."

       "But..."

       "No, sorry.  I won't endanger you, me, or Dana and her family."

       "He won't be there, I promise!  He's never there at certain
times.  We can go, and I can see mom, and we'll get out of there
before anybody knows it.  Please."  Jack looked at her and saw
determination in her face.  "If you don't take me, I'll go alone,"
she threatened.  "I'll go to the highway, and get a car to stop for
me, probably by flashing my tits or pussy and I'll probably get raped
or something by whomever picks me up, but one way or another, I'm
gonna see mom."  She threw the blanket off and went for some of the
clothes on the floor.

       "Danielle..." Jack said, getting up from his chair and going
over to where she was stepping into a pair of panties.  He took her
arm and she fought him away.

       "I'll scream, get your neighbors to come over, and that'll be
a big problem for you, won't it?" she said defiantly, pushing past
him for a bra and a top.  Jack had to admit, she had more power than
he did in this situation, and could pretty easily convince somebody
that he was doing illegal things with her.

       "Are you sure he won't be there?" Jack asked with a sigh.
Danielle turned to him and smiled.  The mostly naked girl hugged him
tightly and looked up at him.

       "Positive."

       "When?"

       "This evening.  He comes by about 5, and is gone until about
8 or 9."  Jack looked at the clock; it was only 1:30.

       "Ok, I guess we get to kill some time then," he said, sitting
back down at the computer.  "You should go take a shower, and we'll
hit the mall...does he ever go there?"

       "Nope, not that I've seen anyways.  I have seen him hanging
around school and at parks watching kids though."  Jack shuddered at
the thought; no doubt Mike was looking for more little girls to
dehumanize.  "So, you wanna go shower with me?" she asked point-
blank, tugging her panties off.  "I never did get to finish thanking
you earlier, you know..."  She licked her lips to punctuate the offer.

       "Oh, uh, well, Dana kinda did that..." Jack said, regretting
it as soon as Danielle's face fell.

       "You fuck her?" Danielle asked, sounding more like an
accusation than a question.

       "No...no, she just gave me head."  That seemed to appease
Danielle a little, but she still seemed put off by the info.

       "If you change your mind, you know where to find me," she
said and left the room.  Jack sighed and shook his head, more at his
own behavior than at her jealousy.  He should have known better than
to tell her...but she had offered Dana the chance earlier, hadn't she?

       '...you've become incredibly special to Danielle.'  Detective
Wilson's words from earlier went through his mind and he sighed again
at his own insensitivity to Danielle's feelings towards him.  It was
just that she had been abused and used constantly and he didn't want
to...to do what?  It wasn't as if he'd be repeating her abuse as she
seemed to be actively looking for some sexual attention from him.  It
was just a shower, anyways.  A little mutual erotic bathing couldn't
hurt, and besides, she needed a little love.  He heard the water go
on in the bathroom and muttered to himself, "I can't believe I'm
about to do this," as he undressed.

       She had left the bathroom door open and he walked right in,
noticing her blurred form on the other side of the frosted glass on
the shower door.  He heard her crying on the other side, and wondered
if perhaps he should just let her be alone for now.  That wouldn't
solve anything though.  He reached out, took the door's handle, and
pulled it open, the latch clicking.  Danielle spun, startled by the
noise, and looked at Jack, her tears hidden by the falling water.
Jack got in with her, and they just looked at each other, neither
sure what to make of the moment.  Finally Jack did what he came to do.

       "I'm sorry, Dani," he said, hugging her naked body with his.
She responded by putting her arms around him and just holding on
tightly.  He heard her say something, but she was too quiet about it
and the sound of the water falling on them drowned it out.  "What'd
you say?" he asked.  She let go and looked up at him, staring
straight into his eyes.

       "I love you, Jack."  Jack didn't know how to respond to that.
He could argue with her that she was just emotionally attached to him
because of the last few days.  He couldn't respond to her with the
same words either, because...well, he didn't know if he loved her.
He certainly felt fatherly and protective toward her, but love...that
was a big step in their 3-day old relationship.  He took what felt
like the most non-committal, yet positive, action available to him at
the moment, though he was certain she would misinterpret it, and
kissed her forehead.  She melted against him and they just held each
other in the running water.

       The rest of the shower went surprisingly without much sex
play.  She would tease and make comments to him about his erection,
even going so far as to flick it and laugh as it bounced around.
Jack controlled himself when it came to soaping up and rinsing her
body, but that didn't stop Danielle from moaning happily as he washed
her breasts, cunny, and ass.

       When they had finished, smiling and happy with each other,
Jack shut off the water and led Danielle out of the stall.  She had
started to go for a towel when he stopped her.  Puzzled and shivering
from the droplets covering her body, the nude girl opened her mouth
to ask when he took the towel and started to dry her hair.  She
realized Jack was giving her the full service treatment, and beamed
as he wiped the water from her.  He kneeled down before her to dry
her legs and found himself staring at her bald pudenda.

       Looking at it, he thought of all the trauma she had endured
at this spot on her body.  How for the last 5 years this part of her
being was the focus of her abuser.  Unlike other girls her age, who
had grown up with privacy and treated humanely and had discovered the
joy they could create in this place, Danielle had only hurt and
sadness between her legs.  Given such an upbringing, he doubted she'd
ever actually masturbated, and doubted even more that she could reach
orgasm without some sort of therapy.  Without really thinking about
it, he leaned in and kissed the top of her mound.  Danielle was
shocked.  Here was a guy who only yesterday insisted that they not do
anything sexual with each other, and now he was kissing her below the
belt.

       "Jack..."  Her words snapped him out of his contemplation of
her problems, and he too looked pretty surprised by what he had just
done.  He stood up and started to dry himself with the towel.

       "You should go get dressed, Dani," he said, turning away from
her.

       "Ok," she said, touching a hand to the spot he had kissed, as
though she was checking to see if it was real.  "Uh...Jack?"

       "Yeah?" he responded, without turning around.

       "Thank you."  With that she hurried off to the bedroom to
dress.  Jack looked at himself in the mirror, and then down at his
hands, which had just been all over the girl.  As wrong as so much of
this had felt in the beginning, things were now starting to feel
right to him.  His touching her wasn't as horrible an act as his mind
had made it a few days ago.  If anything, he felt he was giving her
great joy by accepting whatever intimacy she was offering him.  His
hands weren't those of a child molester, but of a child
lover...Danielle's lover.

       ****

       To Jack it was a lot like a first date...only the pair
received several more glances from other people than a typical couple
might.  The two ate at the table where Jack had first spotted her,
Danielle even went so far as to recreate the moment.  Jack noticed he
wasn't the only male in the food court that was watching her as she
flirted across the room, but her eyes and smile were only for him.
She was barely able to control the giggles as she walked over to him
and repeated the first words she had said 6 weeks earlier.

       "Like what you see, mister?"  She then skipped a few lines in
the script and lifted her short skirt, though this time she was panty
clad.  Not that it mattered really, as the panties were pretty tight
against her pubis.

       "Dani, other people are looking," Jack scolded playfully.
The little nymph put on a pout and sat down across from him.

       "Why are you calling me that now?  'Dani.'" she asked of his
newly preferred shortening of her name.

       "I dunno...I guess because I'm too lazy to say your entire
name?" he offered sticking his tongue out briefly.  "I can stop if
you want me to..."

       "NO!" she said pretty loud, which drew a few glances from the
tables around them.  "No no, I like it...it's like that's my name
just for you," she commented with a blush.

       They ate and then hit the shops.  Jack was dragged into all
manner of trendy clothing stores by the young girl, who, until now,
had only looked at the clothes in there, but now Jack was giving her
the opportunity to own some of them.  He refused, however, to follow
her into Victoria's Secret given the obvious age difference between
then and how that would appear to other people.  He did however give
her a $50 bill and sat outside as she browsed for something he was
sure she'd show him later.

       While he sat there, a pair of girls, who looked even younger
than Danielle, came swiftly out of the store, a small Victoria's
Secret bag in hand, giggling and blushing like mad.  Jack couldn't
help watching them as they ran giggling down the mall, his mind
making the most of the what, when, and where those two were planning
with the small bag.  They disappeared around the corner and Jack
turned his attention back to the store, where Danielle was standing,
bag in hand, and was looking at him with a knowing smile.

       "You're such a pervert, Jack," she teased before leaning in
and whispering, "I think they were 'playing' in the dressing room,"
indicating the meaning behind her choice of words with a wink.  She
grabbed his hand and pulled him to a stand to go on with their
shopping spree.

       Five bags, and nearly $400 later, Jack and Danielle were on
the other end of the mall from where they had started in one of the
large department stores.  Jack was just following where she went,
which was usually to the junior miss department, but for some reason
she was in a much more adult section...maternity wear?  Did she know
something Jack didn't?

       "Uh, Dani, where are you going?" he asked.  She responded
with a plotting smile and grabbed him by the hand.  Jack looked
around, hoping nobody was there to think the kind of thoughts one
might when watching a young girl lead a much older man through
maternity clothes.  He noticed she was heading for what looked at
first like a dressing room, but it quickly dawned on him why they
were here.

       Inside the family restroom, Jack hoped whomever might have
been monitoring the entrance on the security cameras had bad
eyesight.  Danielle led him into one of the toilet stalls and started
to unfasten his pants.

       "I really don't think-"

       "Shush you.  I want to finish what I started earlier," she
said, freeing his half-hard cock.  She gave it a gentle squeeze and
felt it grow in her hand before she knelt down and slipped her lips
over the head.

       "Oh god, Dani..." he said a little louder than was probably
wise, but he hadn't seen anybody else in the diaper changing portion
of the restroom.  Unlike Dana, who's mouth had been virgin and needed
some coaching, Danielle was obviously more skilled despite the
situation that had forced her to learn how.  Jack closed his eyes and
put his hand on the top of her head, not to force her movements, but
more to steady himself and feel the movements of her head as she
swirled the head of his cock with her tongue.  Her lips slid down the
length of the shaft and he felt with amazement as he entered her
throat.  Jack was glad Dana had blown him earlier, or else he
probably would have pumped Danielle's stomach full right then.

       Jack opened his eyes and looked down at his fellator.  Her
lips were around the base of his cock, and her eyes were turned up at
him.  Although he had often thought such a scene would be incredibly
erotic, there was something in her eyes that was less so.  Tears
began to stream out of the corners of them, and Jack first worry was
that she had taken him in too deep and it hurt, but it wasn't pain he
was seeing on her face.  It was more like fear.

       "Dani, what's wrong?" he asked, his concern for her
overriding sexual arousal and made his penis start to go limp in her
mouth.  He watched as she franticly tired to suck and lick it back,
but the sadness got the better of her and she gave up sobbing on her
knees.  Jack didn't bother pulling his pants back up as he sank to
his knees to be with her and to hold her tight.  As she cried into
his shoulder, he could feel that she was mad and disappointed as well
as distressed.

       "I thought I could do it..." she said.  "I thought I could
make you come, but I started to...it was just like all the other
times...it felt the same..."  Jack realized what she was trying to
say.  Just as she had backed out of the deal with the man at the mall
two weeks ago, her past traumas had resurfaced now.

       "It's ok, Dani.  Don't push yourself, it'll take time, but
you'll be better soon, I promise," he comforted, kissing her cheek.
She pulled back from him, a late tear rolling down her face before
she suddenly kissed him on the lips.  Jack broke it off in surprise,
and immediately felt bad when he saw the look of uncertainty on her
face.

       "I meant what I said earlier, Jack...I love you."

       "Dani..."

       "I do.  I really do.  You're everything to me.  As soon as I
saw you on the other side of that door, I knew you'd save me.  I love
you, Jack.  I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!" and she kissed him
again very forcefully.  Jack didn't resist her, though he didn't feel
like he should encourage her by returning the kiss.  Danielle noticed
his lack of response and backed off, looking like she might begin
crying again.

       "I am I not pretty enough for you?  Are my boobs too small?
Is it because of what Mike did?  Because I've been used already?
What is it Jack?  Why-"

       "I'm scared, Dani," he said, causing her to fall silent.
"I'm scared of Mike finding us.  I'm scared of somebody finding out
about you.  I'm scared that if you and I...if we...what happens when
this is all over, Dani?  I can't support both of us.  What if my
parents come to visit?  What will I tell them?  My neighbors?  My
friends?  'By the way, I adopted a sexual abuse victim because she's
a total nympho?'  I care for you, but...I don't know if I can love
you like you want me to...not after only 3 days of knowing each
other."  He watched her, saw a tear roll down her cheek, which he
attempted to wipe away before she stopped his hand with her own.
Danielle closed her eyes, seemed to gather herself, and stood up.

       "Pull up your pants, Jack.  I want to go see my mom," she
said flatly before turning and leaving the stall.  Jack hung his head
as she disappeared before getting on his feet and pulling his pants
up.  He knew he had to say what he did, but he couldn't help feeling
awful about it.


       =8=

       The drive to the motel was a quiet uncomfortable one.
Neither of them wanted to say anything about what had happened in the
restroom, Jack because he didn't want to upset her, and Danielle
because she didn't want to think about it.  Pulling into the parking
lot, she looked around quickly at the other cars.

       "He's not here," she said, breaking the nearly 20 minute
silence since they had left the mall.  "Told you he wouldn't be."
She got out of the car as soon as he parked it and ran to one of the
ground floor apartments.  Jack wondered what she was doing, but as
soon as the door opened, he realized who lived there.  It was the
same girl that he had encountered on his first trip here, though she
was wearing a lot less makeup.  He was wondering if he should get out
of the car and make his presence known, when Danielle pointed him out
to the girl.  Jack recalled how coarse she had been with him that
night, and was sort of surprised when she waved at him instead with a
sort of half-smile.

       The two girls talked briefly before the older one disappeared
into the room and returned after a few seconds, handing Danielle a
small object.  They hugged and kissed each other on the cheek before
Danielle turned back to Jack and the door closed.  Danielle motioned
to Jack to come with her and he got out of the car, hoping Mike
hadn't gotten a newer car Danielle wasn't familiar with and wouldn't
be inside.  He caught up to Danielle on the upper landing, where she
was on her knees working a small tool in the lock.  She saw him
looking at what she was doing and explained.

       "I don't have a key, so I had to learn how to pick the lock.
It's pretty easy and Mike doesn't give a shit."  The lock clicked and
the door swung open into a dark room.  Danielle went inside first,
while Jack was afraid to follow.  He saw the light go on, and
Danielle called to him, "Get in here, and close the door."  He
figured that meant all was clear and he headed in after her, pulling
the door shut behind him, his mouth hanging open at what he saw.

       The room was a mess.  Nearly every surface in the room had
some kind of stain or burn mark on it.  There was a small mattress on
the floor next to the bed, which had a rather large old dried blood
stain on it.  A pile of clothes lay near by on the floor along with a
tattered old backpack.  From there, Mike's eye went to the big bed,
on which lay a woman, who reminded him of a recent news story about a
woman in a vegetable-like-state.  He saw that she was covered by only
a very small dirty blanket and was fed by a nearby I.V. line.  He
watched Danielle go to the bed and kiss the woman on the cheek.

       "I'm home, mommy," she said, pulling the sheet off of her.
Jack had to look away from the woman's atrophied body, but saw enough
to know that she wore an adult diaper.  He heard the woman moan
hollowly and the noise of the tape on the diaper being pulled.
"That's Jack, mommy," Danielle said as she tended to cleaning her
mother.  "He's helping me and he's really nice, not at all like Mike
is."  Jack looked over his shoulder, despite his better judgment, and
felt his jaw tremble watching Danielle attentively cleaning her
mother's privates with a wet-wipe.  He felt his stomach churn when he
noticed the bloody fecal smeared diaper on the bed near Danielle.  It
seemed the garment not only served to catch the woman's waste, but
also doubled as a menstrual pad.

       "I-I'm gonna use your bathroom," Jack said, turning towards
where he hoped was the bathroom and hurried over there with a
determined stride.  Danielle voiced her acknowledgement, but Jack
barely heard it as he tried to keep himself from vomiting.  If the
apartment had one saving grace, it was that the bathroom was
relatively much cleaner than the rest was.  Jack fell to his knees in
front of the bowl and took long breaths as he tried to settle his
stomach.  He now understood why Danielle kept coming back here.  If
she didn't return, her mother would be totally neglected and most
likely die in her own filth.  Hell, it was a miracle that she was
alive at all.  But certainly Danielle couldn't have cared for an
invalid as far gone as her mother was for 5 whole years.

       "Are you ok?" came Danielle's voice from behind Jack.  He
turned to face her as she stepped up to the sink and started to wash
her hands.

       "H-how long has she been like that?" he asked.

       "About two years," she answered.  "In some ways, it's better
than before, when she was just wasted all the time.  Jessie thinks
it's because of all the drugs that my mom got like this."

       "Jessie?"

       "The girl I got the lock pick from in the downstairs
apartment," Danielle explained.  "She knows a lot about what's going
on, but won't say anything to the cops because of what Mike might do
to me and mom.  She helps sometimes, but she usually can't take it
very long before she has to go outside or runs in here like you are
now."  Jack couldn't blame Jessie for that.  It was a fairly
disturbing scene in the other room.  It certainly explained a lot
about how grown up Danielle acted sometimes.  "I gotta pee," Danielle
said, and Jack nodded and got up from in front of the bowl.  Just as
the girl reached under her skirt to pull down her panties, they heard
the front door open.

       "You in here, you little cunt?!" shouted a voice from the
other room.  Danielle froze with a terrified look on her face.

       "Stay here," she told Jack and left him in the bathroom
alone.  Jack looked around for a place to hide and decided on the
shower, pulling the curtain slowly to hide himself.  All he could do
now was stay quiet and listen.

       "Yeah, I was washing my hands."

       "Where'd you get those clothes?"

       "Uh...I, uh, I stole them."

       "The fuck...you steal the panties too?"  Jack heard a ripping
sound.

       "Yes."  There was a slap.

       "You know I don't allow those, little cunt."

       "I'm sorry."  Danielle didn't sound very sorry.  She yelped,
and Jack felt the urge to bolt from his hiding spot and save her, but
Danielle had said Mike carried a gun with him.  He heard another
ripping noise, this one much longer than the first.

       "I don't allow these either, not that you've got the tits to
need one."  Again there was a slap, followed by the sound of a body
falling to the floor.  "Take it off.  All of it!"  Jack had expected
to hear Danielle crying by now, but there was no such sound.  A few
moments passed before he heard another slapping sound, and Danielle
yell briefly again.

       "You're lucky I don't fuck you right here and now.  You see
little cunt, I've been saving you for a few friends of mine.  They'll
pay me a whole shitload of cash for your cherry...or at least the
tight hole it used to be in."  Danielle cried out suddenly.

       "I-I need to pee," she said.  Jack heard her cry out again.

       "Fine, go.  I don't want you pissing all over the floor."
Jack heard her approaching the bathroom, which had no closeable door,
probably to keep her from locking herself inside.  He heard her feet
on the linoleum floor of the bathroom and he looked around the shower
curtain at her.  She was fully nude and had an embarrassed, defeated,
humiliated look on her face as she sat on the toilet.  She glanced at
him in the shower briefly, but couldn't bring herself to make eye
contact with him.  She looked up suddenly at the doorway, and Jack
had a good feeling he knew what she was looking at.

       "I don't hear you pissing," said Mike's voice, now very near
to where Jack was hiding.  From where he sat, he could see most of
Danielle's near side and half her face.  He saw Danielle spread her
legs, probably to show Mike that she was indeed urinating.  "Suck me
off while you're at it," Mike said before Jack heard a zipper being
pulled and pants fall to the floor.  Mike's backside came into view
and Danielle obediently put her mouth around his cock.  No sooner had
she done so, than Mike grabbed her by the hair and shoved it down her
throat.  Jack saw Danielle fight the tears as her mouth was raped.

       "Are you done?" Mike asked her, not doing anything to let her
answer with words.  Danielle did her best to nod that she was, and
had her mouth vacated and she was hauled off the toilet in one motion
to be taken back to the other room.  Jack sigh and relaxed.

       "On the bed, knees up, spread 'em," Mike directed.  "Yeah,
like that...open your...yeah, you know what I want, don't you cunt?"
Jack heard Danielle squeal and thought for an instant that Mike had
actually gone and fucked her.  "If you think my fingers are bad, just
wait till you get two dicks at once in your pussy...or your ass,"
Mike taunted.  "Sit up.  Suck it."  Jack heard nothing for the next
few minutes other than the occasional moan or grunt from Mike,
followed by appreciative swearing.  Finally, Mike gave a shout,
followed by a gasp for air from Danielle.

       "Oh yeah, take that, you little cunt.  Rub it in."  Jack had
a fairly good idea what Danielle was rubbing in where.  "Yeah, you
look like such a little slut, but I bet you're used to that when you
suck cocks for cash."  He knew about that?  Danielle certainly hadn't
told Jack that Mike knew anything about it.  Jack heard footsteps
come into the bathroom again and saw Mike take up position in front
of the toilet.  He watched him relieve himself, wipe the saliva and
traces of cum off his limp dick and then turn and pick up the
discarded pants from the floor.

       "I'll be back this weekend, cunt.  You be here, or I'm going
over to your friend's house to look for you, and if you aren't there,
she might get her cherry popped instead.  Clean your pussy out too.
My friends don't want to be sliding around in my jizz in there."
With that, Jack heard the door open and close and Danielle began to
cry in the other room.  Jack bolted from the tub and hurried to
Danielle's side.  There was semen on her face, in her hair, and was
smeared from her chest down onto, and concentrated on, her vulva.
Her mother lay on the bed not far away looking vacantly at them.  If
Jack didn't know better, she appeared concerned for Danielle, but
that illusion was gone as soon as something else in the room caught
her gaze.

       "Don't..." Danielle said, sitting up.  "You don't want to get
any of this on you.  I don't want you to get any of him on you."
Jack watched her get up from the bed, and walk into the bathroom,
where he heard the shower go on.  He noticed on the floor the remains
of the clothes Danielle had been wearing.  The panties were ripped,
likely straight off her body as soon as Mike had seen them.  The top
she had worn, borrowed from Dana, was in tatters as well and lay next
to the skirt and a ripped apart training bra.  He picked the bra up
and recognized it as one of the few that he had purchased for her
that first night.

       Jack looked over at Danielle's mother, for whom ignorance was
almost certainly bliss in this situation.  "I'm sorry," he told her,
feeling responsible for bringing Danielle back here.  Jack went into
the bathroom, where his presence would be more useful and saw that
Danielle had not bothered to pull the shower curtain closed.  She was
sitting in the tub, curled into the fetal position crying as the
water washed over her.  Jack closed the toilet lid and sat down.
Watching Danielle like this just filled him with anger towards Mike,
more so than he had felt when she told him about her past.  Being
present while she had been assaulted and used had made her pain and
tragedy more than just a sad story to Jack.  It made it personal.

       Jack looked at his hands, one of which still grasped the torn
bra.  Although he felt that he needed to appear strong for her to
lean on him, it was just too overwhelming and Jack began to cry,
putting his face in his hands.  He had never felt more useless in his
entire life.


       =9=

       Danielle had cried until the shower ran cold.  The episode
had left her emotionally drained and she had relied on Jack to dry
her, dress her, and assist her out to the car.  She fell asleep on
the ride home and had to be carried inside and laid on the bed.  Jack
knew he'd get a tongue lashing, perhaps even charged with child
endangerment, but he phoned Detective Wilson and filled her in on
what had happened and the threat Mike had made towards Dana's family.
She told him not to worry and said that the neighborhood would have
an increased police presence.  She also hinted that something was in
the works and that he wouldn't have to worry about Mike too much
longer.

       He hung up the phone feeling relieved that Dana was being
watched, but still very guilty for tonight's assault.  He went back
into the bedroom where Danielle was peacefully curled up on the bed,
sleeping.  The position she was in gave Jack full view of her bottom
and her thighs, between which the lips of her sex lay.  She had been
brought home without underwear as there had been none in the
apartment for her and the pair she had been wearing were ruined.
Under different circumstances, he probably would have been aroused to
look at a young girl like this, but it was just a painful reminder
now.  He thought about putting some on her now, but he didn't want to
disturb her sleep or even make her think that Mike was assaulting her
while she slept.

       "Da...nnnnnn...mmmmmm..." she mumbled in her sleep.  Jack
yawned, and looked at the clock.  It was almost 9pm, when he usually
went to bed.  He phoned his work and left a message on the machine
that he would be taking another day off tomorrow.  He went back to
the bedroom and undressed to bed down for the night, but before he
could get under the covers he had to get Danielle under them first.
He pulled back the sheets on the side of the bed she wasn't on and
then picked her up.  She woke up in his arms and wrapped them around
his waist.

       "I thought...for a moment...you were..." she trailed off, and
Jack was almost sure she'd say 'Mike,' but she surprised him.
"...Daddy."

       "Was that who you were dreaming about?" he asked, laying her
down where he had pulled the sheets back.

       "Yeah.  I was remembering the last time I saw him.  He was
just about to leave on the business trip."  She pulled the covers up
to her chin and Jack got into the bed next to her.  She moved up next
to him and laid her head on his chest.  "He was reading to me, and I
was laying on him just like this.  He was so warm, and it felt so
nice to just be there with him.  When the book was finished, I sat up
and he kissed my forehead and told me how special I was to him and
how much he loved me.  I told him, 'I love you too, Daddy' and
surprised the hell out of him by kissing him on the lips."  Danielle
couldn't help laughing at the memory and how she had such a different
take on it now that she was older.

       "Thinking about it now, it's sort of like he knew he wouldn't
be coming home to us.  What he said to me and then later him and
mom..."  Jack, who had been stroking her hair as she talked felt her
cheek warm.  "I saw them.  That was the first time I'd ever seen sex.
I couldn't sleep, so I went to their room and I watched from outside
the door.  They were both moaning and saying 'naughty' words and
saying how much they loved each other.  I didn't really understand
completely at the time...I mean, I knew all about the penis going in
the vagina stuff, but the rest..."  She looked up at Jack.  "Ya know?"

       "Yeah, I know."

       "Um...Jack?" she asked, looking a little worried.

       "Yeah, Dani?"

       "I can sleep with you tonight, right?"  Jack was slightly
confused by the question.

       "Yeah, sure...why did you think you couldn't?"

       "Cuz I'm not wearing panties, and you told me-" she was
stopped from reminding him of his prior ruling by a finger placed on
her lips.

       "It's ok, Dani.  It's ok for tonight."  She smiled warmly at
him and soon fell asleep.  Before Jack could slip off to dreamland
with her, he heard her sleepily mumble.

       "Daaddy...love ya..."

       "Love you too, honey," he said, filling the role, and watched
the edges of her lips subtly curl upwards.  Jack didn't contemplate
if she was awake or not for their little exchange as he too fell
asleep shortly.

       ****

       The morning alarm was met with a quick hand to the snooze
button.  Jack sat up and found himself alone in the bed.  He pushed
back the covers and as he was about to swing his legs to the side and
get up, he noticed what appeared to be a fresh blood stain next to
him where Danielle had been.  He bolted out of bed and called her
name.  A reply came from just down the hall in the bathroom where he
found her sitting on the toilet with only a t-shirt on.

       "Are you ok?" he asked.

       "Uh, yeah...I uh...I think I started...it."

       "Started...?" Jack had a dumb look on his face for all of a
second before he put the pieces together.  "Oh...oh!"

       "Yeah...could you, uh...get me something for this?" she asked
him, embarrassed.

       "S-sure...what do I...what do you want?"

       "You know, like a tampon or something," she replied rather
annoyed.

       "Right, right...uh, don't go anywhere," he said, realizing
how stupid that sounded as soon as he said it.  He went back to the
bedroom to get some pants on when he heard the doorbell.

       "BE RIGHT THERE!" he yelled, hopping around on one foot while
fighting with the twisted leg of the pants.  He hurried to the door
and was greeted by Dana on the other side.

       "Hi Jack!  Is Danielle up yet?"

       "Yeah, uh, Dana?" he said, letting her inside.

       "What is it?"

       "Um, do you uh...Danielle...she got..." he fumbled with the
words, not wanting to embarrass Dana.  "You know how girls...every
month..."

       "Her period?" Dana asked bluntly.

       "Yes," Jack said, relieved.  "She's in the bathroom," he
gestured towards the hallway, and Dana nodded heading there.  Jack
followed her to the bathroom, but was stopped by her at the doorway.

       "Girls only.  Wait here," she ordered him, shutting the door
in his face.  Jack sighed satisfied that things were well in hand and
went to the bedroom to pull the sheets off the bed and take them to
the washer.  He was carrying them down the hallway when the bathroom
door opened and Dana came out, shutting it behind her.

       "I'm gonna run home real quick, then I'll be right back."

       "Oh, ok...should I...?" he asked, pointing at the bathroom
door.

       "No, don't worry about her.  She's just really embarrassed
right now," Dana said and left.  Jack was about to continue on to the
laundry room when Danielle called him name from the other side of the
door.

       "Jack?"

       "Yeah Dani?"

       "I'm sorry...about the sheets..."

       "It's ok, don't worry about them.  They can be washed.  Is
uh, is Dana taking care of everything?"

       "Yeah..."

       "Alright, well...I'll see you when you two are done then."

       "Ok..."

       'And I thought I was useless last night,' he thought wryly to
himself.

       "Jack?"

       "Yeah?"

       "I didn't tell Dana about last night, but uh...could you go
to the store and get me a test?"

       "Test?"

       "A pregnancy test..."

       'Oh shit,' thought Jack.  He hadn't even considered that.
True she was having her period now, but one thing that was drilled
into him in high school sex ed was that it was never an indicator
that everything was just fine.  "Yeah, ok...I'm sure it'll be ok,
Dani..."

       "Thanks Jack..." she said finally, falling silent on the
other side and leaving Jack to contemplate such things as he headed
to the washer.

       As soon as Dana returned with some feminine supplies for
Danielle, and told Jack what to buy, he left for the store.  'So this
is what it feels like to be married,' he joked to himself as he
browsed the isle, getting more than a few amused smirks from other
women who were there among him.  Pads, tampons, a pregnancy test...he
looked over the contents of the basket in his hand and realized
something else that might be a really good idea for him to pick up.
One box of condoms later, his public humiliation was over and he was
heading back home.

       Inside he found Danielle and Dana at the table having
breakfast.  He held up the brown sack and proclaimed, "Got 'em."
This turned Danielle red and made Dana giggle and shake her head.
"Sorry," he said. "I'll just take these to the bathroom," and he made
a quick exit.  He stashed the pregnancy tests and the condoms
somewhere he hoped Dana wouldn't find them, and the rest went under
the sink.  He came back out and the two girls were depositing their
dishes in the sink.

       "We're gonna go over to Dana's house," Danielle said.

       "Oh, ok."

       "You can come too, Jack," Dana offered, emphasizing the word
'come' with a grin.  As much as Jack would love to get in on a
preteen threesome, he had a feeling that Danielle wasn't feeling up
to it.

       "Thanks, but no.  I've got some things to do around the house
that I've been putting off.  You two have fun."  He kissed Danielle
and Dana both on the foreheads and the two of them left, with
Danielle giving Jack a lingering look as she walked out the door.
Jack felt similar to how he had Monday when he left Danielle home
alone, worried about her, but not as much since she was with Dana.
With the two of them gone, Jack spent the morning doing the laundry,
washing dishes, vacuuming, and paying some bills, all of which had
gone on the backburner since Danielle had shown up.

       By noon, Danielle hadn't come home yet, so Jack went next
door.  He had to ring the doorbell more than once before Dana
answered it.  Her face was flushed and Jack could easily see her
nipples pressing against the t-shirt she was wearing.

       "Catch you at a bad time?" he asked her.  She playfully hit
him and let him inside.  As soon as the door was closed, she whipped
off the shirt and peeled off her panties.  She led Jack to her room
where Danielle was laying on the bed, also undressed.  Jack couldn't
help noticing a white string emerging from her vulva.  "Sorry to
interrupt, ladies," he said as Dana lay down next to Danielle and
sucked on her breast.  "I, uh, was wondering if you two were hungry
and wanted to go out to lunch."  He felt like making a crack about
how it appeared they had already found something else to eat, but
Dana beat him to it.

       "I've already got a mouthful here, Jack."  Her comment had
both her and Danielle giggling.

       "I can see that...but seriously, get some clothes on and
let's hit a restaurant before the two of you pass out between each
other's thighs."  Both girls laughed at that and got up from the bed
and got dressed.  The three headed off to a nearby family diner, and
had a spirited lunch together, full of very thinly veiled innuendo
from both girls.  Jack was a little surprised at how Danielle seemed
to have bounced back from last night, but he figured that to her it
was something of a routine and she had found her own ways to deal
with the assault.

       When they got home, rather than heading back to Dana's house,
the two girls came inside with Jack.  "You guys need something?" he
asked.

       "Dessert," Dana said winking at him and reaching for his
pants.  Jack looked at Danielle who looked much less eager than Dana
was, no doubt due to her break down at the mall last night.  The two
seemed to have swapped roles in the last 24 hours: Dana was now
insufferably horny and Danielle was demure.  Dana had him half
unzipped before he put an end to it.

       "No Dana."

       "Wha--?" she asked in surprise.  "I was gonna let Danielle do
it..." she said looking back at Danielle who looked very
uncomfortable.  Dana now felt incredibly awkward being in the
minority.  "I, uh...my mom will be home soon...I should go..." she
said and started to make her exit.  Jack put his hand on her shoulder
stopping her from getting too far.

       "You don't have to go, Dana.  I just think that Dani and I
are a little...sexed out," he said, looking back at Danielle who came
forward and wrapped her arms around Dana.

       "Stay with me," she said.  "I really like spending time with
you."  She kissed Dana full on the lips, which melted away much of
the tension in the room.  Jack hugged the two of them before turning
towards the door

       "You girls can have the house to yourselves.  I'm gonna head
into work for the afternoon and catch up a little.  I'll be back
soon."

       "Ok, Jack," they said in unison before laughing at
themselves.  Danielle ran over and hugged him as well before he left.

       "Remember, keep the door locked," he told her.

       "I will," she assured him.

       ****

       Jack got home shortly after 6 and was greeted by an
enthusiastic Danielle who practically tackled him as soon as he got
inside.

       "Hey there, what's got you all-" he fell slient as she held a
plastic stick in front of his face with a very clearly defined pink
'minus' symbol on it.

       "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!" she said excitedly.
She told him how Dana had found the test (so much for his attempt to
hide it) and after coming to the incorrect conclusion that Jack was
responsible (he had hidden it with the condoms after all) Danielle
told her about last night.  At Dana's urging, Danielle took the test
and the duo were happily relieved after several minutes of tense
silence.

       "Jack?"

       "Yeah, Dani?"

       "Are you going to have sex with me?  I saw the condoms, so I
thought you might be planning..."

       "I don't know.  At the store, I saw them, and I just thought
that with all the things you and Dana seem insistent on doing to me
and to each other, it would be better to be safe than
sorry...especially since you can get pregnant now.  Also..." Jack
wondered if he should continue, seeing as how he was about to go into
what could become a very touchy subject.

       "Also what?"

       "Well...there's the chance that Mike might have given you
something..."

       "Gave me something?"

       "Safe sex isn't just about preventing pregnancy, Dani.
There's no telling what Mike could have exposed you to over the last
5 years."  Danielle just stared at him confused, but soon realized
what he was so worried about and began to shake.

       "Oh my god...you think that I might have..."

       "I don't know, I don't know, but it's a definite possibility.
Now some of the tests that Detective Wilson did yesterday would tell
us if you were...infected with anything."  Jack felt immediate regret
when he looked at Danielle's pale scared face.

       "I didn't think...oh my god, I put your dick in my mouth..."
she said, gradually becoming hysterical.  "And Dana!  I licked her
and we were touching everywhere and..." She really started to panic
now, prompting Jack to put his hands on her shoulders and hold her
still.

       "Dani, calm down.  Just calm down and tell me if you've
felt...I don't know, sick at all."

       "No, I don't think so," she said.  Her body was shaking so
hard with fear that even Jack's arms were quivering.

       "Have you ever seen anything...um...growing on your pussy?"
If there was a more delicate way to ask that, it had escaped Jack at
the moment.  It was certainly odd enough to cause Danielle to give
him a very strange look.

       "Noooo..." she said shaking her head.

       "Does it hurt when you pee?"

       "No."

       "Ok, I think you're going to be just fine, but I think that
we should wait...and so should you and Dana, for the test results
before getting too worried about things."

       "Ok," she said, though her face betrayed what she was still
thinking.  Jack decided to change the subject and get her mind on
more pleasant things.  He led Danielle over to the couch and sat
down, pulling her onto his lap.  She snuggled up to his chest and he
stroked her back.

       "So, uh, I've been wondering about something you told me when
we first met at the mall.  You said there was a boy you liked, he was
older than you, right?"

       "Oh, yeah...Aaron." She smiled a little.  "He's Jessie's
boyfriend...and reallllly cute.  He's the first guy I ever touched
myself thinking of." She blushed at that, and Jack could feel her hot
cheek through his shirt.

       "I see.  Go on."

       "Well, uh, he's 18, tall, athletic...has a really nice
cock..." she giggled.

       "You've seen it?" Jack asked, surprised.

       "Yeah.  I was in Jessie's room one day and she told me to get
in the closet and hide.  I thought something was really wrong, like
Mike was looking for me or something.  So I hid, and watched Aaron
come in the room and he started kissing Jessie and playing with her
boobs and rubbing between her legs.  I got scared, because I thought
he was going to hurt her, but she kept saying 'yes, yes, don't stop'"
Danielle moaned as she imitated Jessie.  "Then she got down on her
knees and pulled his pants off.  It was...really big...bigger than
Mike's, almost as big as you," she said looking up at him with a
smile.  "And she started licking it and kissing it, and putting it in
her mouth.  She looked like she really liked it, but when I would do
it to Mike...it wasn't fun at all."  Jack felt her slip a little
towards unhappiness and kissed the top of her head.

       "It's ok, Dani.  You don't have to say anymore if it'll make
you sad."  She shook her head and continued.

       "Jessie got the whole thing inside her mouth...I had no idea
how she did that, and then she started moving her head back and forth
on it, you know?  Aaron was telling her how good it felt and how much
he loved her and all this stuff, not at all like how Mike would talk
to me.  I felt my pussy start to get wet...kinda like I was peeing
myself, but not messy.  There was also this...tingly feeling and I
just wanted to rub it, so I did.  I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed and
it felt nice, but...it didn't feel like it looked like it made Jessie
feel.

       "Anyways, he started talking about 'coming' and I didn't know
why, because they weren't talking about going anywhere and I thought
it was really weird.  She pulled her mouth off it, took her shirt
off, and jacked him off all over her boobs.  I thought it was really
gross at first because that's what Mike would do, but she was smiling
and even licked him clean when he was done.  He kissed her and left,
and she called me out of the closet.  She asked me if I liked
watching that and I did because it was so different from Mike forcing
me to do things.  She asked if I was playing with myself and I told
her no because it was kinda embarrassing, but I think she knew I was."

       "Did you ever watch them have sex?" Jack asked.

       "Once," she giggled.  "But Jessie doesn't know I did."

       "So you're a peeper then?" Jack said, teasing her.  She
slapped him on the chest in annoyance.

       "You're the peeper, mister," she teased back.  "Eyeing little
girls at the mall!"

       "Guilty as charged," Jack sighed in defeat.

       "I want to like it, like Jessie did," Danielle said, "but
yesterday...and with that guy 2 weeks ago...it was too much...it
reminded me too much of Mike forcing himself..."  She sat up and
looked at Jack.  "Why can't I like it, Jack?  Why do I get so scared?
I mean, it's you, and you're so totally the opposite of Mike, but I
just can't..."

       "Dani...I'm not a psychiatrist or anything...but I think
because Mike got you so scared when he would abuse you, it's kind of
like your mind reacts the same when you get into similar situations."

       "But it's not the same!  You heard how he treated me!  He
calls me 'bitch' and 'cunt' and he hits me!  You're nothing like
that!" she argued.

       "I know, but that doesn't matter.  Your mind just kind
of...has this thing where it makes you scared if you try to give
somebody head.  It's not your fault at all.  Mike's the one that made
you like this.  He traumatized you, Dani.  You said you couldn't feel
really good when you were rubbing your pussy, right?"  She nodded.
"See, that's part of it.  He never made you feel good when he
would...would...touch you like that.  It was always a bad feeling,
and so you were sort of taught that it wasn't a good thing.  Am I
making any sense?" he asked, seeing her work through what he was
saying in her mind.

       "Yeah, kind of...is that sort of why I act like a slut too
sometimes?"

       "I think so, yes.  When this is all over, I'd really like for
you to go see somebody, a counselor, who can help you with some of
these things."

       "Like a shrink?" she wrinkled her nose at the idea.  "I'm not
crazy, Jack."

       "No, no, I'm not saying you're crazy...just you've been
through a lot at a really young age, and I think it would really help
you to talk to somebody about it."

       "But I can talk to you!"

       "Yeah, but I'm just a peeper, remember?" he said, sticking
his tongue out at her.

       "Do you think...do you think I'd be able to give you head
without crying if I talked to somebody?" she asked.

       "...maybe...but you shouldn't tell them that's why you want
therapy," he joked, causing her to laugh.  She got up from his lap
and stretched.

       "I'll be right back," she told him and went down the hall.
She returned quickly, much too quickly to have gone to the bathroom
or to have changed her tampon.  What she did have, was a small
reflective square in her hand.  Jack thought it was tinfoil at first,
but when she held it up and he could see the circular ridge inside
it, he knew what it was.

       "What are you--?" he asked.

       "I want to try, Jack."

       "Sex?  But you're having your..."

       "No," she said, blushing, "not that.  I want to try to give
you head."

       "Ok, but why the condom?"

       "I don't want to give you anything..." she explained.

       "Isn't it a little late for that?  You've already had me in
your mouth...twice."

       "I know...but you got these so we could be safe...and so I
want to be safe with you, Jack."  She got down on her knees in front
of him and unfastened his pants.  Jack assisted by lifting his bottom
off the couch and Danielle pulled them off.  She paused briefly, and
Jack thought her trauma was getting to her already.

       "Dani...you ok?"

       "Y-yeah," she said, taking a deep breath.  "Oh wow," she said
as tears escaped her eyes.  "I didn't think it'd happen so soon."

       "Dani, let's stop for now, we can tr-"

       "No!  I'm going to do this," she insisted.  "Just...give me a
minute."  She sat on the floor, breathing deeply, closing her eyes,
centering herself.  She wiped away the tears and pulled off his
boxers.  She stared at his penis for a moment, biting her lower lip
and then reached out and took it in her hand.  She stroked it slowly
and just looked at it.  Jack watched her and saw concentration on her
face, as though she was telling herself that it was ok and wasn't
causing her any anguish.  After a few minutes she stopped and tore
open the condom wrapper.

       "Ewwww," she said, holding it by two fingers.  "It's all
slimy!"  She brought it up to her nose and sniffed it.  "Doesn't
smell too good either."

       "Well it doesn't go in your nose," Jack said and put out his
hand.  "Want me to put it on?"

       "No, I'll do it," she said, shaking it and causing it to
unfold some.  "Uh, how..."

       "Put it on top of the head, with the ring down, and then, you
roll it on the rest of the way," he said, pointing to his glans.  She
gripped with another pair of fingers and placed it atop his cock,
with precision one might expect to see from a factory production line
machine.  She pushed on the ring with her fingers and smiled with
pride as she sheathed his erection in latex.

       "Like that?"

       "That's all there is to it," he said, never having thought
he'd be teaching an 11-year old girl how to put a condom on.
Danielle scooted forward a little, closer to him, but with a sort of
pained look.

       "Your floor is hard," she said.  She grabbed a pillow from
the couch and put it under her knees.  "Much better," she said and
hovered her head nearer to him.  She opened her mouth and enveloped
the head, sucking on it.  She lifted her mouth off of it and closed
her eyes and stuck out her tongue.  "Ewwwwww!  Tastes better with out
the rubber," she said and put her mouth on it again.  She gradually
made her way down the shaft, pausing every so often to calm herself
down.  Once she was a little more than halfway, she started to cry
and pulled off.

       "I'm sorry, Jack.  I don't think I can do any more than
that."  She lay her head down on his thigh and stared at his penis,
which was starting to droop.

       "It's ok, Dani, don't worry so much about it," he said,
patting her head.  She remained with her head on his thigh, but
gripped his cock and started to stroke it.

       "I'm gonna at least make you cum," she said, straightening up
and putting her other hand on it.  "If I can't suck you, I'll jack
you...Jack," she giggled at the joke she had made with his name.

       "Oh god, Dani..." Jack gasped.  She was certainly
enthusiastic about it.

       "Just think, Jack, in a few days, you can have my pussy on
you," she coaxed.  "All for you...my tight pussy, sucking the cum out
of you."

       "Dani...Dani...feels so good...don't stop, gonna-"  In a
flash Danielle opened her mouth and took him into her mouth.  Her
lips plunged to the base of his shaft as he started to shoot his load
into the rubber.  "Oh god, oh yes...Dani!"  Although he couldn't see
her mouth since it was around the base of his cock, he could have
sworn she was grinning.  He finished his cum and Danielle pulled her
mouth off of him, gagging slightly as the semen swollen tip on the
condom exited her throat.

       "I did it," she announced, looking very pleased.  She pulled
the condom off and looked at what she had wrought.  "So much of
it..." she said, looking at it in wonder.

       "You look like you've never seen cum before," Jack told her.

       "This is the first time I've liked looking at it," she
informed him.  "So what do we do with it now?" she asked, holding it
up.

       "Flush it," he said.  Not much else you can do with it, other
than...I dunno, drink it or rub it all over yourself, I guess."
Danielle smiled at him, tilted her head back, opened her mouth and
slowly tipped the latex sac over it.  She stopped just short of it
pouring out into her mouth and looked at Jack, who's eyes were
bulging out and his mouth was agape.

       "Just kidding, Jack," she said with a wink.


       =10=

       They went out for dinner that night.  Danielle slipped into a
short denim skirt and a keyhole tank top she had borrowed from Dana.
Jack knew she wasn't wearing a bra under the top, and was sure others
would notice as well since it was a little too small for Danielle and
molded nicely to her breasts.  The skirt was long and slim enough
that she could have easily gone without underwear underneath and
nobody would be the wiser, but that particular omission would have to
wait for a different time of month.  Jack noticed several male heads
at the restaurant turn towards his ward, no doubt cursing his luck or
wondering if they should call the police.

       Before getting home, they stopped at a video rental store and
Danielle picked out a few movies for them to watch.  Once they were
back in the house, Danielle changed into some borrowed pajamas and
cuddled up on the couch with Jack, who had picked one of the movies
for them to watch.  It was a raunchy teen sex comedy, which Danielle
had been rather enthusiastic about watching both in the store and on
the way home.  Although Jack was pretty certain she had specific
motives for wanting to watch it with him, he knew very little would
likely happen between them because of her still unknown STD status
and her period.

       Jack was right, and by the time the credits had rolled he'd
gotten little more than half a hand job from Danielle who ended up
falling asleep 15 minutes before the end of the movie.  He carried
her into the bedroom and placed her in bed, before slipping in next
to her.  He thought back on his youth when he had often fantasized
about being where he was now, in a bed with a sleeping girl.  It was
one of his early masturbation fantasies and had been based off a
friend's tale about sleeping with a female cousin on a camping trip.
It was a simple jack off fantasy in which an accidental touch of the
sleeping girl's body lead to further exploration and ultimately ended
in sex.

       However 25-year old Jack had more control over his urges than
12-year old Jack, and he settled for just kissing Danielle's forehead
before rolling away from her and masturbating.  Jack certainly wasn't
a rapist, so he wasn't about to involve the little girl's body in his
self-gratification, though certainly her earlier oral performance
provided fuel to his mind which in turn drove his hand's movements.

       "Need a hand?" said a voice from behind him.  He looked over
his shoulder at Danielle who was propped up on an elbow watching him.

       "Did I wake you?" he asked.  She didn't answer with words,
but instead took off her top.  Jack could just barely see her small
breasts in the dark room as she came closer to him.  He rolled onto
his back and she straddled him, rubbing her crotch on his cock.  Jack
placed his hands on her chest and rubbed her breasts as she dry
humped him.

       "Oh god, Jack...I want to feel you inside so badly," she
panted, grinding her clit against him.  She lay on top of him and
pressed her lips to his, as she stroked him off with her hips.  Jack
had already been close when she interrupted him and so it took less
than a minute before he felt a surge inside his shaft.

       "Dani, I'm cum...cumming..." he gasped against her lips,
coating the crotch of her pajamas and her stomach with his warm
release.  She reached between them and stroked his wet cock until he
had finished.

       "You like that?" she asked, rubbing her sticky wet stomach on
him.

       "Yeah, but..."

       "But what?" she asked.

       "We made a mess," he said, sliding his hands to her bottom
and grinding upwards at her.  Danielle moaned and then sat up.  Jack
switched on the light and looked at her soaked pajama bottoms and the
sticky mess on her bare stomach.  It reminded him a lot of what she
had looked like the other night with Mike's cum, but she didn't seem
at all phased by it like she had with the oral sex.

       "Shower?" she asked while she absentmindedly swirled a few
fingers around on her stomach.  Jack glanced at the clock, which read
9:30.  Regardless of the time, he too was a mess with cum, so it's
not like he had a choice.

       "A quick one.  I've got work tomorrow," he reminded her.  She
got off of him and shed her pajama bottoms before she was out of the
room, her panty covered ass inviting him to follow.  He did as her
ass commanded and his t-shirt joined her clothes on the floor.  He
arrived in the bathroom as she was taking off her panties.  She
turned to face him and he noted with initial alarm that her pussy
lips were smeared red with blood.  She saw his expression and looked
down at it as well.

       "It's ok.  Dana told me it can get messy like that when I use
a pad," she said with a blush.  Jack got the shower started while
Danielle disposed of the pad.  It took a while for the water to heat
up, so the two stood naked outside the shower looking each other
over.  Though he had just orgasmed less than 5 minutes ago, Jack went
hard looking at his little lover's nude body for the second time in
as many days.  This didn't go unnoticed by Danielle who began
stroking him.  "Want to go again?" she asked with a mischievous glint
in her eye.

       "I'd love to...but like I said, work tomorrow," he reminded
her.  She pouted cutely at him and led him by his cock into the
shower.

       ****

       Jack groaned and sat up, hitting the alarm's snooze button.
He looked over at Danielle who was also stirring.  She sat up
groggily, hair a mess, holding the blanket to her bare chest.

       "Morning," Jack said, kissing her cheek.  He got out of the
bed, his morning wood wobbling as he grabbed a t-shirt and boxers out
of his dresser and went to the bathroom to relieve himself.  No
sooner had he finished, than Danielle wandered into the bathroom and
dropped her panties to sit on the commode.

       "Ahhh," she sighed in relief.  Jack looked his stubble over
in the mirror and noticed a naked girl looking at him impatiently in
the mirror.

       "What?" he asked turning around.

       "I need to...you know..." she said gesturing at her vulva.
Jack opened the cabinet under the sink and handed a pink wrapped
cylinder to her and then turned back to the mirror and picked up his
electric shaver.  "Could you...leave for a few minutes?" she asked
him.

       "Why?" he asked, puzzled.

       "So I can put it in..." she said, her voice getting smaller
as she spoke.  Jack didn't understand her embarrassment about the
situation, especially considering last night...and the night
before...and well, he just didn't get it.  Although seeing as how
Danielle had been deprived of privacy while growing up, he didn't see
why he should deny her when she requested it.

       "Ok," he said with a nod and left the bathroom closing the
door behind him.  He decided he could shave later, and went to make
breakfast.  Before long he heard the bathroom door open and Danielle
came into the kitchen, having put on a t-shirt.

       "Do you have to go to work?" she asked him, taking a seat at
the table.

       "Of course I do.  They pay me so I can afford to take in
freeloading nymphs like you?" he joked.

       "What do you do?"

       "I'm sort of a sales rep guy for a bank."

       "Sounds boring," she sighed, folding her arms and resting her
head on them on the table.

       "Yeah, it kind of is sometimes...but you know what the best
part of it is?"

       "What?"

       "It makes coming home afterwards even better."  Danielle
giggled at that and blushed.

       "Will you come home for lunch?"

       "I could, but it's kind of a long drive so I wouldn't be home
long before I'd have to go back."

       "Oh."  Danielle sighed again.  "Do I have to go to Dana's
house again?" she asked.

       "Yeah...if you want to...why?  Don't you like spending time
with her?"

       "All she wants to do now is sex stuff.  It's getting a
little...annoying," she explained.  "I guess it wouldn't be so bad if
I wasn't...you know, ragging, because then at least she would do
things to me.  Even then, it would be nice just to be normal girls
for a change, you know?"  Jack could understand that, though he was
now seeing his timid meek neighbor girl in a whole new light.

       "Have you told her that?"

       "Well...no.  I was sorta afraid she'd get mad."  Jack put
down a small plate with scrambled eggs and a slice of toast in front
of Danielle and sat down across from her with the same.

       "Dana will be ok with it, Dani.  She's been one of the nicest
and most accommodating people I've met since I moved next door to
her."

       "Are you sure that's not just because she likes you?"

       "Pretty sure, yeah."

       "You know she's been thinking about you while playing with
herself since you moved in?"  Jack about spit out the bite he'd just
taken of his toast.

       "What?  She was...8 then!" he exclaimed, not quite believing
what Danielle was telling him.  "Girls can't..." he started before
Danielle's head nodding 'yes' shut him up.

       "I was...kinda forced into it, but it can feel good...even if
you don't want it to," she said, shuddering a little at the memory.
Jack had never considered that anything Mike had done to Danielle
would result in nice feelings, but then again the human body worked
how it worked.

       "I see."  Jack forked the last bite of his eggs and got up
from the table with his plate.  He was placing it in the sink when
the doorbell rang.  "That's probably Dana looking for you," he said,
heading to the door.  He opened it and was halfway through saying 'Hi
Dana' before he realized it wasn't her.

       "Well, hello to you too," said Detective Jane Wilson.  "Do
you greet everybody in your boxers?" she asked, with a smirk.

       "Oh, no, no, I just...was expecting somebody else," he said,
realizing that the first syllable of Dana's name was more than enough
for her to make an educated guess as to who he was going to greet in
his boxers.  "Won't you come in?" he said, stepping to the side.

       "Thank you," Jane said, stepping inside.

       "Jane!" Danielle came running to the door and hugged Jane
around the waist.

       "I see there's a dress code in effect here," she joked,
seeing as how both Jack and Danielle were both dressed in only a t-
shirt and underwear.  "I came to deliver this," she said, handing a
sealed manila envelope to Danielle.  "Your test results.  I was going
to call, but I decided to make a house call."  Danielle tore open the
envelope and pulled out the papers inside.  She looked at the front
sheet for a moment, before breaking into tears.

       "I'm...I'm ok," she said, crying with relief.  She had
apparently been more stressed over it than she had let on since the
idea had entered her head last night.  She hugged Jane again and then
hugged Jack before looking on the paper again.  "What does this mean?
Elevated hormones?"

       "Well, I had thought at first it meant you were pregnant,"
Jane said slowly, unaware that Danielle already knew she wasn't, "but
your test for that came back negative too, so I guess it meant
something else."

       "Could it mean I was about to get my period?" Danielle asked.

       "Well, yeah, I guess it could...did you?"

       "Yeah, the next day!  I made kind of a mess too," she said,
her cheeks getting red.  Jack glanced at the clock and decided he had
better get moving.

       "You're welcome to stay as long as you like, Detective.  I
gotta get ready for work," he said, turning towards the hall.  The
doorbell rang again, and he spun back around to answer it, but Jane
beat him to it.  Dana just blinked in confusion at the strange woman
that answered the door.

       "You must be Dana," Jane said.  "I'm Detective Jane Wilson,"
she said, extending her hand.

       "Uh, yeah, hi," Dana said coming inside.  She waved to Jack
who waved back and disappeared into the hallway.  He shaved and then
went to the bedroom to get dressed.  When he came out the three
females were getting along splendidly.  Danielle and Dana both got up
when he came into the room and hugged him.  He kissed them both on
the forehead.

       "If I hug you, do I get a kiss too?" Jane asked.

       "Sorry, Detective, horny little girls only," he said,
eliciting a gasp from Dana and giggles from Danielle who just hit him
playfully.

       "Fair enough, besides," she held up her hand showing her
ring, "I don't think he'd share me anyways."

       "I gotta go, you two have fun, ok?" Jack said to the pair of
11-year olds.  "Thank you very much for stopping by, Detective.
You've lifted a huge weight off her mind," he said to Jane, tussling
Danielle's hair.  With a quick peck on Danielle's lips, Jack went off
to work, very much looking forward to getting back home.


       =11=

       Jack called home twice while at work, the first time there
was no answer, but that was likely because Danielle was next door
with Dana, which is where he did find her.  Neither of them did talk
long or about much, mainly so those around Jack at work wouldn't
start comparing notes on what they might overhear.

       He got home, and half-expected Danielle to tackle him at the
door to tear his pants off for another blowjob, but instead the house
was empty.  He saw that Dana's parents were already home, so she
couldn't still be over there, could she?  He headed over, not sure if
he should use the step-sister cover story he'd used with the woman at
the department store, as Dana's mom had met his own once.  He also
had no idea what Danielle had said to Dana's parents.  He knocked on
the door, and Dana's mother answered.

       "Hi, Jack.  Looking for your cousin?"

       "Uh, yeah, I am," he said, glad the answer had been provided
for him so easily.

       "Well come on in, we're all just about to sit down for
dinner.  You're welcome to join us," she offered.

       "Oh, I don't want to impose," he said, afraid of what might
slip from either him or Danielle during the meal.

       "It's no problem, really," Dana's mom insisted, pulling him
inside.  Jack reluctantly conceded defeat and went on in.  Seated at
the table was Danielle and Dana side by side, as well as Dana's
father.  Both girls were wearing one piece swimsuits, and were
nipping out something fierce, which hadn't escaped the notice of
Dana's father.

       "Hi Jack," they said in unison.

       "Good evening ladies, Mr. Randall," he said to the three at
the table.

       "Hello, Jack," Dana's father said.  "We haven't had you over
for dinner in some time," he said.

       "Yes, well, I'm always happy not to cook for myself once in a
while," he said, causing Mr. Randall to laugh.  Jack took his seat
and Dana's mother sat down as well.

       "We were so surprised that Dana's friend was your cousin,"
Mrs. Randall said to Jack.  "We've known Danielle since she started
playing on Dana's soccer team a few months ago."

       "Yeah, well, I didn't know she knew Dana until last weekend
at the party," Jack explained.

       "Oh right right.  It was a shame she had to go home so
early," Dana's mother said, pausing briefly to shoot her husband a
dirty look as he was obviously leering at the pre-teen's chests.
"She had been so excited when we invited her to the sleepover."

       "Yes, it was too bad," Dana's father said, earning another
knowing glance from his wife.  Jack got the feeling he wasn't the
only pedo on the block.  Danielle seemed to have figured it out as
well, and was doing her best to push her chest out while looking
innocent.  Dana however, behaved as she always had, shy and clueless
to all things sex.  She shot Jack a smile however that said she knew
all too well what unsaid things were occurring at the dinner table.

       For the next hour and a half, Jack and Danielle were
entertained by the Randalls.  The only slip-up coming when Danielle
accidentally called him her brother, and they had to explain that
away as just the kind of close relationship they had in the family.
The only other tense moment came at the end of their visit, when
Dana's mother offered to call Danielle's "father" to pick her up.
Both Danielle and Jack insisted that that wouldn't be necessary and
that Jack would take her home.

       Making their exit just about 8pm, Jack and Danielle headed
home, but rather than going inside together, they instead went to his
car, so as to keep the appearance that he was taking her home.  There
weren't many public places they could go, since Danielle was still
wearing her swimsuit.  Jack however had a thought, and was soon
driving out into the countryside.  In what seemed like a blink of an
eye, civilization ceased to be and was replaced instead by rolling
hills spanned by farm land.

       Jack drove for nearly 20 minutes, turning onto back road
after back road.  Danielle was rapt with fascination of the wide open
spaces she saw in the waning light and would squeak with excitement
whenever she spotted either wildlife or livestock along the roads.
Finally, Jack pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the
car.  He got out and sat on the hood, where Danielle joined him.  Off
in the distance, were intermittent flashes of light on the horizon,
as summer storms pelted the land with lightning.  The air was still
warm, though an occasional breeze would chill Danielle, who huddled
with Jack, watching the storm.

       "It's beautiful," she said.  "How did you know to come here?"

       "A friend told me about it in high school.  He said it was a
great place to take a girl on a date if you wanted to get in her
pants."  Danielle laughed at that.

       "I hate to break it to you, Jack, but I'm not wearing pants
at the moment," she said, making a gesture at her white one-piece
swim suited body.  Jack snapped his fingers and shook his head.

       "I always knew that guy was a liar," he said.  He looked at
Danielle who was in turn looking up at him, a smile on her face and
her eyes looking into his.  Silently, they came to an understanding
of what was to happen next, and they shared their first real kiss.
There was nothing hurried or desperate about it like it had been in
the mall, and it wasn't innocent like all the pecks on the cheek or
forehead they had given each other.  It wasn't intimate like when
Jack had pressed his lips to her vulva following their shower
together, and it wasn't dirty or lustful as the kiss last night had
been when Danielle had dry humped Jack to orgasm.  This kiss was
special, the kind of kiss that young girls would dream of having one
day with the love of their life.  No tongue, no groping, no sexual
thrills involved at all.  Danielle would have been content to remain
like that for the rest of her life, but it felt as though her body
had forgotten to breathe, and she was forced to break contact.

       "Wow..." she said, taking a deep breath.

       "I've been thinking Dani," he started.  "I've been thinking
about you and me, and what's going to happen when this thing with
Mike is all over.  It's going to be hard, and I might have to take a
second job or look for a new one, but I'd like it very much if you'd
live with me from now on."

       "Oh Jack..." she said in shock, her hands covering her mouth.

       "I looked into some of the laws, and from what I can tell,
it's not illegal for me to formally adopt you as my daughter and then
later," he swallowed, "when you're older...well...if you want to..."
He didn't need to finish the sentence, as the look in her eyes and
the tears rolling down her cheek told him that she understood what he
was saying perfectly.

       "Oh my god, Jack, yes..." she said through her tears and
wrapped her arms around his neck.  He puts his arms around her, and
held her tight.  Danielle held onto him and cried happily for several
minutes before loosening her vice hold around his neck.  She looked
at him, grinning bigger than he'd seen her grin in all the days he'd
known her and then took his hand in hers and squeezed it tight.  "I'm
not dreaming, am I, Jack?  You really did just...propose to me didn't
you?"  Technically, Jack hadn't proposed marriage to her just now,
he'd just implied it was something they could do in 7 years, but he
wasn't about to snap her back into reality at this moment.

       "You're not dreaming, Dani.  With Detective Wilson's help,
and I'm pretty sure she'll give it to us, you'll be my legal daughter
in a few months, and 7 years later you can be my wife as well."

       "Why, Jack?" she asked.  "Just 2 days ago you told me you
didn't know if you loved me that way...but now you're saying these
things..."  Danielle was genuinely confused by his change of attitude
in the last 48 hours.

       "Well, Dani, you're right about that.  You and I...we're
practically strangers, thrown together under some really hard
circumstances.  I do want to keep you safe, and I do want to adopt
you and have you become part of my family.  Seven years is going to
be a long time, and though you and I may...be intimate with each
other over that time, you're also going to grow up and go to school
and who knows, you might even find some boy by the time you're 18 and
you won't even want to marry me then.

       "Honestly, at this very moment, I don't feel strongly enough
about you to be actually proposing marriage, but you and I, we will
be together for the next 7 years and over that time, I have little
doubt that my feelings for you will grow.  Do you understand, Dani?"

       "Yeah..." she said, feeling a bit down at the explanation of
his feelings, but at the same time she did understand his position
and intentions, and a lot of things could happen in 7 years.

       "I hope you don't think that I'm giving you false hope, Dani.
I just want you to understand that it's going to take time, and
getting married just isn't something that should be rushed
into...especially when you've still got a lot of growing up to do."

       "Right," she said, half-lost in thought.  After about a
minute of silence between them, she spoke up.  "I think...you're
right, and I shouldn't be getting my hopes up really, because, like
you said, it is 7 years."

       "Are you ok?" he asked her, putting his arm around her
shoulder and pulling her close.

       "Yeah," she said, her voice cracking just a little.  "It just
seems so far away."

       "Time flies when you're having fun," he said, kissing her
forehead.  "You ready to go home?"  She nodded at him, and wiped away
an errant tear from her cheek.

       "Thank you," she said.  "For this," she motioned with her
hand at the distant flickering sky.  "For tonight."  She slipped off
the hood of the car, and took his hand, pulling him off as well.
"You'll be thanking me later too," she said, placing a hand on his
crotch and winking at him.

       "I'm sure I will," he said, cupping her chin in his hands and
leaning down to kiss his future daughter.  Danielle raised herself up
on her tip-toes and met his lips.  A low rumble of thunder from
across the landscape startled them, causing them both to laugh.

       ****

       They got home a little before 9 and the two went inside.
Danielle went to change, while Jack checked the answering machine for
messages.  There were two, one from a co-worker and the other from
his mother inviting him to dinner next week.  What was he going to
tell her and his father?  As he stood there, looking at the machine
wondering just how to explain his sudden adoption of a preteen girl
to his parents, that same girl came into the room in a matching pink
polka-dotted camisole and panties.

       "What is it," she asked him seeing the consternation on his
face.

       "My mother invited me to dinner next week," he said, "which
means I'm going to need to tell my parents about you."

       "Oh...yeah, I guess you would have to.  Any idea what you'll
tell them?"

       "I don't know...maybe I should just tell the truth..." he
said, and then quickly added, "Well not all of it, obviously."
Danielle smiled and came over to him.  She placed her hand on the top
of his pants and pulled, unbuttoning them.

       "You mean you won't tell them about this?" she asked, drawing
down his zipper.

       "I hadn't planned on it, no," he responded, palming her chest
through the thin top.  He felt her nipples stiffen and press back at
his hands.

       "Mmmmmm," she sighed.  "I can't wait for this stupid period
to be over," she told him, pulling off his pants.

       "Neither can I," Jack said, stroking her hard nips with his
thumbs.

       "You wanna fuck me, Jack?" she asked him, pulling the waist
band of his boxers out to clear the tip of his swollen cock as she
pulled them off.  "You want to fill my tight cunt with this?"  She
wrapped her fingers around the shaft, giving it a pump before putting
her mouth around the head.

       "Oh Dani, fuck..." he said with a groan.

       "Your cock tastes good, daddy," she said, bringing their
planned legal relationship into the mix.  She licked the shaft,
nursed briefly on the head, and then slid him into her throat.  He
watched his erection vanish into the warm wet space beyond her lips,
and saw her looking up at him, her eyes begging him for his cum.  He
put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself, and was soon
matching the motion of her head with the motion of his hips.  She
tried to speak around his cock, but it was unintelligible.  Despite
that, Jack, had a feeling he knew what she was saying, as the word
wasn't very long and she would repeat it continuously.  Between her
coaxing and his sensitive head rubbing against the roof of her mouth,
he felt his control crumble sending a surge through his body.

       "Dani, I'm...oh god!"  She put her hands around behind him
and pushed his crotch into her face as he unloaded his sperm into her
gullet.  She then pulled back a little and stroked the rim with her
tongue, earning the immediate gooey reward he gave her for the act.
She continued to suck and lick him until he was spent, his penis
relaxing within her mouth.  Danielle finished cleaning him and took
her mouth off.

       "Did you like that, daddy?" she asked him, putting on her
best innocent face, licking her lips.

       "I loved it, honey," he said, getting into the role.  "You
made daddy feel so good."  Danielle couldn't help giggling at his
third-person reference to himself.  She pulled off her camisole and
took his hand.

       "I'm so horny," she whispered to him.  "C'mon."  She pulled
him into the bathroom and started the shower.  "Daddy, come play with
me," she said, stripping and then getting into the shower where she
began to grope her pussy.  Jack realized she was only in the shower
so that she wouldn't make a huge bloody mess.  He pulled off his
shirt and socks and joined her under the falling water.  Standing
behind her, he reached between her legs and began to rub her puffy
bare lips.  He didn't know if it was the water, her own sexual
wetness, or her menses, but she pressed her cunny against his hand,
making it very slippery.  His other hand was on her bare chest,
rubbing her growing tits.

       Between her legs, he began work on her clit, eliciting gasps
of pleasure from her.  He slid his middle finger down the median of
her sex and into her slit. Though he had touched her here when they
had showered together previously, this time it was purely sexual.
His fingertip found the entrance to her body, and he dipped inside.

       "Unnh, Jack...that's my pussy," she groaned.  He slid his
finger unhampered into her body, her hymen long since brutally
destroyed.  She was very wet inside, though Jack could see from the
water flowing into the drain, that was likely due mostly to her
period.  The walls of her vagina squeezed at his finger.  "Fuck me,"
she shuddered, putting her hands on his and pressing his palm against
her pubic mound.  She held him there and humped against him.  "Fuck
me, daddy, fuck me," she pleaded.

       Though she was holding him firmly between her legs with
little room to move, he managed to add a 2nd finger inside her.  This
had an immediate effect on her and she gyrated on his hand with
greater intensity.  "Cum, baby," Jack whispered in her ear, "Cum for
daddy."  Danielle yelped in passion and Jack's fingers were seized
upon by her velvety heated walls.  Her legs nearly went out on her as
she bucked violently in the first real orgasm of her life.

       "Oh! Ah ah ah unnnnnnnnnnnh!" she screamed, not too loudly,
Jack hoped.  "Oh god, Jack, god, that was...sooooo good..." she said,
her tight passage continuing to flutter around his fingers.  She took
her hands off of his, and Jack was able to pull his fingers out.  As
he had expected, they were covered in blood, though it washed away
easily.  He was hard again, and his cock was pressed into Danielle's
back.  He thought about taking her virginity here now in the shower,
but it had been a long day for both of them, and Danielle was relaxed
enough to fall asleep easily there in the shower.

       "That was amazing, Jack," she said, turning around to face
him and holding her body against his.  She looked between them at the
cockhead pointed upwards at her small tits.  She rubbed her stomach
on the shaft and looked up at Jack.  "Do you want to...?" she asked
him.

       "It's up to you, Dani," he answered and she looked back down
at it.  She took a step back and then gripped the shaft with her
hands and began pumping it.

       "Maybe next time," she said before wrapping her lips around
the head, sucking and licking on it while she jacked him off in her
mouth.  It had barely been 15 minutes since Jack came in her mouth
the first time, so he had no doubt it would take a while before he
came, he just wasn't sure if he had another bullet in the chamber so
soon.

       "Dani...I don't know if, I can...again so soon..." he moaned,
his hands rubbing her back.  Not even in his masturbation filled
youth had he pulled off two in 15 minutes.  Thirty minutes, sure, but
then again he didn't have a horny girl that was so eager to get him
off.

       "Please, daddy" Danielle said.  "I want more sperms."  She
squeezed his cock rhythmically in her hand while she treated him like
a lollypop.

       "Cum!" *lick* "Cum!" *suck* "Cum!" *slurp*  Her cheerleading
was just what Jack's exhausted balls needed, and before long he knew
it was time.

       "I'm cumming, Dani!" he warned, and she clamped her lips just
under the ridge of his penis, stroking him with all she had.  Jack
felt the base of his cock pulse and groaned as he fired a very weak
shot into her mouth.  Danielle slid her lips backwards over his glans
and rubbed the tip over her mouth like a tube of lipstick, smearing
the remainder of Jack's second effort on them.

       "Do my lips look pretty now, daddy?" she asked him.

       "They never didn't, baby," he told her, leaning down to kiss
them as he cupped her breasts with his hands.  She moaned against his
lips, and pushed her chest out.

       "Do we have to go to bed, daddy?" she asked him.

       "Yeah, we do, Dani," he said, shutting off the water.  "We're
getting all pruney in here," he said, emphasizing this by stroking
her nipple with his wrinkled fingertip.

       "Hehe, that feels good," she giggled.  Jack opened the door
to the stall and led Danielle out with him.  She shivered from the
cooling of the air on her wet skin and Jack began to dry her off.
When he had finished, she took the towel from him and dried him off
as well.  Jack stood by as she pulled on her panties with a fresh pad
and the two went off to the bedroom, hand in hand.


       =12=

       The day started off like any other.  Jack and Danielle got
up, ate breakfast, Dana came over after her parents had left, and
Jack went to work.  Though everything seemed normal and fine, Jack
knew that Mike's threat to have Dana gang-raped if Danielle didn't
make an appearance at home this weekend was nearing.  He didn't know
if Danielle had said anything about it to Dana, but it certainly
didn't appear that Dana had any knowledge of the apparent danger she
was in.  He knew the police knew, and Det. Wilson had promised him
that they and Dana would be kept safe, but there was still unease in
his mind.

       He called home at lunch time, and Danielle answered it.
Everything was fine and the girls were having their lunch.  They
talked for about 45 minutes, with Dana joining the conversation from
another phone in the house.  Jack noticed a few other people glancing
his direction as he talked; a few of them grinning with the
assumption that he'd gotten a girlfriend.  'Oh, if they only knew!'
Jack mused to himself.  His lunch break over, he hung up with the
two, and got back to his work.

       Just around 3pm, Jack was interrupted on a sales call by his
supervisor.  He was told he had an urgent call and whomever the woman
was on the line was insistent that he speak with her.  Jack
transferred his call to another rep and switched lines.

       "This is Jack," he said.

       "Jack, this is Jane Wilson," replied the voice on the other
end.

       "Is there something wrong, Detective?"

       "You need to get to the station now, Jack.  You and Danielle
are in extreme danger," she told him.

       "What?  Wait, what's going on?"

       "An officer pulled Mike over on a traffic stop.  Mike shot
and killed the officer and we believe that he is looking for Danielle
now.  I have her and Dana and I'm taking them to the station with me
now.  You need to get down here a-s-a-p."

       "O-ok," he said, and heard a prompt click on the other end.
Jack grabbed his things and told his supervisor that he had to leave
because of a family emergency.  Since he was well ahead of rush hour,
Jack made good time to the police station, where Detective Johnson
was waiting for him.  He led Jack into the back where Danielle and
Jane were waiting.

       "Where's Dana?" he asked, noting she was missing.

       "She and her parents have been moved to a safe location.  We
need to get you and Danielle to one as well," Jane explained.  She
produced a baseball cap and some hair clips and handed them to
Danielle.  "Put your hair up, and wear this, it should make you look
more like a boy," she told the frightened girl, who immediately went
to the task.  Jane then handed Jack a map, some sunglasses, a fake
moustache, and a car key.

       "You've got to be kidding me," Jack said, looking dubiously
at Jane.

       "You have no idea how well this works," she assured him.
Jack shrugged his shoulders and affixed the moustache and put on the
glasses.  Jane then took him and the more boyish looking Danielle
into a long tunnel and out to a small parking lot away from the
station.  "This is your car," she said gesturing at the non-descript
sedan they were standing by.  "It's got a GPS device attached so we
can track you.  Don't speed or do anything that might call attention
to yourselves.  We have surveillance setup outside your destination,
and it's fairly remote.  The phone line there connects directly to
us.  Call us when you get there, and lay low.  If we need to inform
you on anything, we'll call.  Got it?"

       "Yeah," Jack said, Danielle nodding at his side.

       "Ok, good luck you guys," Jane said, and went back into the
building concealing the tunnel's exit.  Jack turned to Danielle, who
was now wearing jeans and a boy's t-shirt instead of the tight
cutoffs and baby-t he remembered from the morning.

       "Well, let's go," he said.

       "Ok," Danielle replied, trying to sound like a boy.  She
looked shaken, but was putting up with it well.  They got into the
car and Jack looked at the map.  It took them back out the way they
had been last night and into a forested area which had "No
Trespassing/Private Drive" signs flanking the road that entered into
it and a red and white striped barrier blocking it.  On the drive,
Jack learned from Danielle that Mike had also been involved in a
shootout with the police at the apartment, but had escaped.  Her
mother was now safely in the care of a local hospital and she had
overheard from Jane that several doors down from their apartment
there was another drug addicted mother with a 7-year old daughter who
Mike was also abusing, very similar to Danielle's own situation.
Jack recalled the crying from the room that night he had gone alone.

       They arrived at the road to the forest, and Jack pressed what
looked like a garage door opener and the barrier swung open to them.
Jack turned onto the road and pressed the button again once they had
passed, swinging the barrier closed.  They drove about a mile into
the woods where a cabin about the size of Jack's house sat.  Jack
turned over the map and on the back were instructions on where the
key to the house was hidden.  They found it easily and went inside.
The power was off so it was dark inside, but there was a generator
out back with enough fuel to last a week.  The pantry was stocked
with cans of food and there were sets of clothes in the bedrooms.

       Jack was out back starting the generator when he heard a
scream from inside the house.  He ran in and saw Danielle standing on
the couch looking at the floor.

       "Mouse!" she said, pointing excitedly at the ground at
nothing in particular.

       "Is that all?" he asked her, laughing.

       "It's not funny!" she said, irritated that he wasn't
appreciating how serious she felt the matter was.

       "Don't worry, you'll be safe up there," he said to her, and
went back out to finish with the generator.  He came back to find her
sitting on the couch, her feet up off the floor, and couldn't help
chuckling at her.

       "Stop it," she admonished.  "I need to pee."

       "Bathroom's down there," Jack said, gesturing towards a room.

       "Carry me," she said.

       "Dani, it's just a mouse, not a man-eating lion."  She shook
her head at him.  He sighed and picked her up off the couch and
carried her into the bathroom.  He put her down and then turned to
leave.

       "No no no, stay here!" she said.

       "You're just being silly now, Dani.  Look, I'll close the
door and it won't be able to get in.  Even if I stayed, what would I
do?"

       "I dunno...just...don't go," she pleaded.  Jack could tell
that she was prepared to cry if that was what it took to keep him
there, and sighed.

       "Ok.  I'll stay," he said, closing the door and turning his
back to her.  He heard her pants snap open and unzip, and he stole a
look over his shoulder.  She caught him looking and stuck her tongue
out at him.

       "Perv," she teased, pushing down the pants and her panties
together before sitting.  Jack heard the familiar sound of water
hitting water.  It soon stopped and he heard her stand up.  He had
expected to heard a flush next, but there was just silence instead.

       "Something wrong?" he asked without turning around.

       "Uhhhhh...no, just...don't turn around yet," she said.  Jack
stood quietly as she had told him, and soon heard a small gasp from
her, followed by the sound of something falling into the toilet.
There was then some shuffling of her feet, and the sound of a squeaky
hinge opening.  Jack looked over his shoulder again and saw her with
her pants and underwear around her ankles, bent over looking in the
cabinet under the skin.  She pulled out a box of tampons and ripped
it open, selecting a wrapped tube from inside.  She looked his way
and her face turned red.  "Jack!"

       "Sorry, sorry.  You were just taking so long, I wondered what
you were doing," he said, turning away.

       "You didn't see, did you?" she asked him.

       "See?  What?"

       "It...me taking it out," she said.

       "Oh, no.  I'm sorry I missed it," he said, deadpan.

       "Urrr!" she growled at his joke, unwrapping the cylinder.
"If I catch you looking, I'll cut off your dick," she warned.

       "Now you've really got me wanting to look," he said.

       "OUT!"

       "Ok ok, I'm going," he said, stifling laughter as he opened
the door and left the bathroom.  He went into one of the three
bedrooms in the cabin, which looked to be the master bedroom.  He sat
down on the bed and pulled open the drawer on the bedside table.
Inside was a gun and a bible.  "Comforting," he said to himself, as
he closed the drawer.  The phone on the table next to the bed rang,
and Jack swore at himself, remembering that he hadn't called when
they had arrived like Jane had told him.  He picked it up.

       "Hello."

       "Jack, are you ok?  You didn't call?" said Jane's voice on
the other end.

       "Yeah, I'm sorry.  I forgot, dealing with the generator and
the mouse and all," he said.

       "Mouse?"

       "Yeah, one scared Danielle, never mind, not important.  Any
news?"

       "Is Danielle there?"

       "She's in the bathroom...girl stuff," he said.

       "Oh...well...it's about her mom..." Jane said.  Jack felt a
small lump in his throat, and hoped he was wrong.

       "Do you want me to get her?"

       "No...she can call me back when she's out."

       "Ok."

       "Take good care of her, Jack," Jane said, before the line
clicked off.  Jack knew that if it was just general information about
Danielle's mom that Jane could have told him about it, but this
sounded like it was more serious, and required a family member to
hear first.  He heard the floorboards creak and he looked to the door
where Danielle was standing.

       "Jane wants to talk to you," he said, holding up the phone.
"I'm gonna go look for some dinner while you talk."  She walked over
and took the phone from him.  Jack pressed the lone button on the
base to connect to the station, and left the room.  He was heating up
a couple cans of soup 5 minutes later when Danielle came out from the
bedroom.  She looked at Jack, and then shifted her eyes downward.

       "My, uh, mom...she...she's..." What Danielle couldn't bring
herself to say, was said by the tears that began running down her
cheeks.  Jack came around the kitchen island that was between then
and hugged her.  "I should be sadder," she said, looking up at him.
"I should be feeling more, but...it's almost like she died a long
time ago so it doesn't hurt so much now."

       "Did Jane say what happened?" Jack asked her.

       "She's not sure.  She thinks maybe the move to the hospital
or one of the medications they gave her was just too much for her
body and she couldn't handle it well."  Danielle let go of Jack and
wiped at her tears.

       "I suppose the bright side to this," Jack said, "is that
she's no longer in any pain...she managed to die free of Mike's
control, and I think she knew that you were safe now that she was as
well."

       "Yeah," Danielle said, smiling at Jack as she considered what
he had said.  "She's free now," she said finally while blinking out a
few more tears.  While they ate dinner that evening, Danielle told
Jack what she could remember of her mother from before she had become
an addict and later a vegetable.  After dinner, they retired to the
bedroom and lay atop the sheets in each other's arms watching the
poor TV signal they got so far away from the city.

       About 8:30, Jack noticed Danielle had fallen asleep, and
though he didn't want to disturb her, mother nature insisted that he
do something else, preferably not on the bed.  He sighed and pulled
his arm out from under her sleeping form, which as he had feared woke
her up.

       "Hrm?" she grunted coming out of her fog.

       "I gotta pee, be right back," he told her.

       "Nnn, k," she said stretching and rolling over.  Jack did his
business and returned to see her sitting up on the bed.  "I gotta go
too," she said, wearily hauling herself off the bed and trudging out
of the room.  She returned minutes later, though she was missing her
pants and was grinning ear to ear.  "It stopped," she said.

       "Stopped?" Jack asked, not sure what she meant.  She gave him
a sultry look and slowly put her hand between her legs, and groped at
her panties.

       "Remember?  We've been waiting for it...and now, it's
stopped."  While Jack connected the dots (or periods for that matter)
in his head, his future daughter-with-benefits pulled her shirt off
over her head and jumped atop him on the bed.  She ground her hips
against his while she kissed his lips.  "Fuck me, Jack," she said
before she slid her tongue into his mouth.  Jack put his hands on her
chest, caressing and squeezing her small titties, causing her to moan
against his mouth.  His hands slid down her sides and onto her panty
clad ass, which he gripped and rubbed while she dry fucked him.

       She sat up on him, the wet crotch of her panties moving
forward into Jack's view.  His hands remained on her ass as he rolled
his hips under her.  She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants while
sitting on him and then moved off of him as she pulled them down his
legs.  She tossed his work khakis to the floor and then caressed the
prominent hard ridge made by his boxers before getting her fingers
under the waist band and pulling those off of him as well.  His cock,
now free and standing up in the air, prompted her to lick her lips
before she sheathed it with her mouth.  She bobbed on it slowly a few
times, before pulling off.

       "Wouldn't want you to cum early, do we?" she asked him.  She
rolled off him and lay on her back.  "Your turn," she said.  Jack got
up and pulled off his shirt.  He looked down at the almost naked girl
laying on the bed and felt a jolt go through his cock.  He put one
hand on each leg and slid them up over her thighs to her hips.  His
fingertips dove under the elastic band around her waist and he slowly
pulled them away from her body.

       Once the garment had been slipped off her legs, Danielle
spread them open wide for Jack and with her thumb and forefinger,
spread the lips of her vulva open.  Though he had certainly seen
Danielle naked several times, this was actually the first time he had
seen the opening of her vagina.  He got on the bed between her legs,
and put his face just inches from her pussy.  He looked up at
Danielle, who was looking at him with interest.

       "D-does it look ok?" she asked, sounding a little scared.

       "It looks beautiful, Dani.  Were you worried I wouldn't like
it?"

       "Kind of...I mean...I was afraid that because of Mike it
might...look bad..."

       "Nothing about you looks bad, Dani, nothing at all.  You are
a very beautiful young girl, no matter what has been done to you by
that man."  As if to prove his point, Jack kissed Danielle's clit and
looked up at her.  She looked like she was almost going to cry, and
just nodded at Jack.  He took this as his signal to continue and
moved her hand away.  "Just relax, honey," he said, and dove his
tongue into her folds.

       Danielle gasped as she felt the wet warmth of his tongue
slide down the length of her slit and back up to her clit.  Jack
began to focus his actions on her button, dragging the tip of his
tongue around it in circles, crossing over it, tickling just under
it.  The moaning and gasping from the naked girl was all the
encouragement he needed as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked
gently.

       "Oh Jack, oh god!" she panted.  She began rubbing her breasts
and pulling at her nipples as her hips reacted against his face.
Jack put his hands on her thighs to hold her lower body in place, and
spread her open with his thumbs.  He gave her clit a lick and then
took it south to her entrance.  As he passed over her urethra, he
tasted faintly urine, and once he had passed that and stuck the tip
of his tongue into her vagina, he could taste traces of iron left
from her now concluded period.

       Danielle left one of her breasts and began to rub her clit
while Jack tongued her cunt.  Oral sex was something completely new
to her, as Mike had only been concerned with getting himself off and
never would have bothered with such a selfless act.  She was certain
that had she not started her period that morning that Dana would have
gone down on her in return for the previous day.

       "Jack...Jack...don't stop...don't...oh shit..." she wheezed
as her body went into an orgasm.  She cried out and shot her lower
body up against Jack's hands and mouth.   "Yes, yes, oh god, Jack,
fuck...fuck me, Jack...unnnnh fuck me!"  Jack reluctantly pulled his
face from her cunny and while she masturbated into a 2nd orgasm, he
moved up over her, and rubbed the head of his cock against her wet
pussy lips.  Danielle opened her eyes and looked up at him when she
felt the hot head press against her most private parts.  Though she
looked encouragingly at him, Jack could see she was indeed scared.

       "We'll go slow, ok, Dani?" he told her.  "If you want me to
stop, tell me."

       "Ok...Jack?"

       "Yeah?"

       "I love you."

       "I love you too, honey," he said.

       "Fuck me," she said authoritatively, pulling her legs up, and
spreading herself wide open for him.  Jack rubbed his cock up and
down on her slit and parted her hairless lips as he moved forward
against her.  The tip of his cock found her tight little hole and he
pushed it inside.  Danielle cried out as something larger than a
couple of fingers moved inside of her for the first time.  Jack
moaned as he penetrated her, gasping as her soft wet canal squeezed
on him inch by inch.

       "Wow...oh wow..." she said, wrapping her legs around him,
pushing him inside.  She grunted in pain though when the head of his
cock hit against her womb.  Jack felt it too, and stopped, pulling
back a little.

       "You ok, honey?" he asked, breathing heavily.

       "Yeah, just surprised me..." she said, getting used to having
5 inches of penis inside of her.  She flexed her vaginal muscles
around the shaft, and grinned as she got a groan out of Jack.

       "Oh god, Dani...where...where did you learn that?"

       "Jessie told me how, said Aaron loved it."  Jack made a note
to thank Jessie the next time he saw her.

       "I'm gonna move now, ok, Dani?"

       "Ok," she said.  Jack pulled out from her and pressed back
in, relishing the feel of her pussy walls as they opened and shut on
the head of his cock.  Danielle mewed under him, moving her hips
along with his thrusts.  She squeezed down on him as he filled her
and relaxed as he withdrew.  Jack had been primed from her oral sex
earlier, and he had known that once inside of her, it wouldn't take
long before he came.  Although he had bought condoms for just such an
event, they were at home, and he was already moments away from
blowing his load.

       "Dani, I need to pull out, I'm gonna cum," he told her, but
instead of moving her legs to let him withdraw, she just pressed them
tighter against him.

       "No, inside me," she said.

       "But, what if you..."

       "Then I do," she said.  "At least it will be your's," she
said giving him a squeeze with her pussy.  Jack moaned and though he
could have forced his way out, he resigned himself to pleasure and
fate.  "C'mon, Jack, fuck me.  Fuck your little lover girl," she
encouraged, working her body against him.  Jack felt the semen build
inside him and quickened the pace of his thrusting.  Danielle slid
lower under him and moved her legs further up his back, deepening her
hole for him, moaning as she felt fuller and fuller by the second.

       "Oh god, Dani...Dani, I'm going...oh fuck yes..." he groaned
as he buried his cock inside of her and coated her cervix with semen.
Danielle felt warmth rush inside of her, filling in whatever
miniscule spaces might exist between her pussy walls and the shaft of
her first lover.  Jack thrust back in, and the feel of his cock,
surrounded by the slick fluid as it was displaced and forced upward,
oozing out of her cunt drove Danielle into orgasm.

       "I can feel it, Jack, I can feel your cum," she cried.  For
Jack it was mind blowing as he felt his preteen lover's pussy
convulse around him as he pumped his seed into her.  She shouted with
pleasure underneath him, and wrapped her arms around his chest,
pressing her small tits into him.  Jack give her all the semen that
he possibly could, and though he tried his best to remain hard and
inside her tight canal, he soon felt his spent cock start to soften
and be pushed out by her body.  Danielle felt it as well and pushed
her hips at him, whining desperately, trying to keep him within her.
Biology won out, and Jack's limp cock rested against his little
lover's cream drooling pussy lips.

       "Nooooo..." Danielle whined as Jack got off of her.  He
looked at her, her body flushed with orgasm as his cum seeped from
between her legs.  He scooped her up off the bed and carried her into
the bathroom.  "What are you-" she started to ask, but soon felt a
trickle of mixed sex fluids run down her leg.  She hurried to the
toilet and let it drain.  "Feels like such a waste," she murmured.
Jack kissed her forehead and wet a towel which he then used to wipe
up her legs.  He was about to wipe off his own penis as well, but
Danielle got off the toilet and was on her knees before he could do
so.  She sucked and licked his soft member clean, while she plunged
her fingers into her sticky slit.  She shuddered once or twice with
mini-orgasms before she released him.  Her thighs were once again
slick with flowback and there was a small puddle on the floor between
her knees, which she promptly stepped in as she stood up.

       "Ewwwww!" she said, nearly slipping and falling over in it.
Jack handed her the towel and she smiled sheepishly as she wiped it
up.  Jack headed out to the kitchen and was in the refrigerator when
the phone rang.  He looked over his shoulder at it, and wondered what
Jane could want so late.  'At least she didn't call 5 minutes ago,'
he mused as he picked up the receiver.

       "Hel-"

       "Jack, you two need to get out of there now.  Mike knows
where you are!"

       "What?  How?"

       "We found he had somebody working for him here in the
department.  You are both in serious danger and you need to leave
now."

       "Where should we go?"

       "Anywhere, just-" Jack's attention was torn away from the
frantic voice on the phone by the sound of breaking glass and
Danielle screaming.  He dropped the phone and ran down the hall to
the bedroom.  Danielle was on the bed, still naked, trembling with
fright.  The window was broken.

       "He was here!" she said, pointing at the busted window.
Sounds of glass breaking came from the other end of the house and
Danielle screamed again.  Jack went around to the nightstand and
pulled the gun out of the drawer.

       "Stay here," he told Danielle and cautiously went out into
the hall.  Upon entering the living room, he saw that the glass pane
that stood next to the front door had been smashed and the front door
was hanging open.  Mike was very likely in the house with them now.
Jack held the gun up, emulating what he had seen on TV and moved
forward carefully.  There weren't many places to hide in such a small
building, so when Jack crossed the living room to the dining room and
kitchen area and saw nothing, he wondered if Mike was actually still
outside.

       He lowered the gun and started to turn around when a fist
connected with the side of his face, knocking him to the floor, and
sent the gun out of his hand.

       "Thought you could fuck with me?!" shouted Mike as he kicked
Jack in the side.  Jack curled in pain and took another kick to the
spine.  "You don't know who you're fucking with!" Mike snarled, as he
raised his foot to stomp on the helpless naked Jack.  Mike was
suddenly hit from behind by Danielle's naked form and he stumbled
forward, crashing to his knees.

       "Don't hurt him," Danielle yelled rushing at Mike.  She
jumped on his back, but was easily over powered by Mike who just
stood up and pulled her off of him.

       "You little cunt," he spat, pushing her to the floor.  "I'm
gonna make you wish you'd been born without a pussy hole when I'm
done with you," he menaced.  "First I gotta take care of your
boyfriend."  Danielle's boyfriend had other ideas and had gotten to
his feet while Danielle had distracted Mike and slammed into him.
The two crashed into the table, with Mike taking the worst of the
impact as the corner of the table impacted his gut.  Jack landed a
few punches before Mike retaliated with a hit to Jack's exposed
groin.  Jack fell to the floor, clutching his scrotum.  He looked up
and saw Mike standing over him about to kick him again, but looking
up suddenly at something behind Jack.

       There was a loud popping noise and Jack saw a spot on Mike's
chest burst open.  "Y-you bitch..." Mike sputtered before there was
another pop and another bloody hole appeared in his chest.  He
staggered back a step and then fell to the floor.  Jack, who was
still in too much pain to get up, rolled over and saw Danielle
standing there, clutching the gun in her hands, nude and trembling.

       "I...shot...him..." she said slowly, lowering the gun and
then sinking to her knees.  She put it aside and crawled on all fours
to Jack's side.  "Did I...kill him...?" she asked Jack, who was now
slowly struggling up to sit.  His side and back hurt, but he pushed
the pain aside and put his arm around Danielle.  She turned her face
into his chest and started to cry, the relief of finally being free
of Mike washing over her.  "That bastard," she cried, "that
bastard..."  Jack held her as sirens faintly wailed somewhere outside.


       =13=

       "Good morning, daddy," Danielle said, her lower lip folded
over by the head of Jack's cock as he sleepily looked under the
blanket at his wake up call.  She pulled herself forward, straddling
him, dressed only in her pajama top.  She kissed him, before slinking
back to fill herself with his cock.

       "Mmm, morning honey," Jack said as his head sank into her.
"No condom this morning?" he asked as her wet walls surrounded him.
Danielle had been on the pill since before the adoption had become
final 2 years ago, but usually when they had sex in the morning on a
school day, she'd put a condom on him to save her some time getting
ready.

       "Teacher workday," she sighed, rubbing her clit as she fully
engulfed him.  Jack held her hips while she rode him, squeezing her
pussy on him every time she kissed the base of his shaft with her
vulva lips.  "Plus I've been wanting more since last night," she
said, twisting her hips on top of him.  Jack sat up and Danielle
wrapped her legs around his waist.  "Oh god, fuck me Jack," she
moaned, and the two of them rolled into the missionary position.

       Danielle pulled her legs up, resting them on Jack's shoulders
as he started to pound into her.  She squealed with every thrust he
made and quickly climbed to orgasm.  Her spasming pussy pulled Jack
over the edge and he unloaded inside of her.  As the lovers shared in
their pleasure, their eyes never left each others.  They had never
spoken about what Jack had said years ago about them not being
together once Danielle was old enough to marry, and the way things
were going, it was likely to stay that way.

       "I feel so warm inside," Danielle cooed.  She ran her hands
over her shaved pubic mound, under which Jack's hard cock was pulsing
gently inside her.  "I love you, Jack."

       "I love you, Dani," he replied, pushing his weight against
her, making her gasp as his lips reached for hers.  They kissed and
Danielle put a strangle hold on his shaft.  Jack moaned against her
mouth as the base of his shaft spasmed trying to push anything it
could from his overworked testes into her.  "Oh god, Dani...you
already got it all for now..."

       "Keep fucking, I want to feel it squishing," she said.  Jack
did as she asked, and she sighed happily closing her eyes as he
sloshed around in his already spent seed, making obscenely wet noises
emanate from between her thighs.  Using her fingers, Danielle smeared
the cum that was making its way out around his piston on her tender
nub.  She shuddered happily from both his gliding cock and her own
masturbating.  "Oh god," she said quietly as she squeezed Jack with
another orgasm.  This was too much for Jack, and he was forced to
pull out because of his sensitive head.  Danielle whined unhappily as
he pulled out, and did her best to hold on to him.

       Jack's drained member came free with a slick pop and Danielle
quickly plunged a few fingers into her abandoned vagina.  Jack
watched amused for a minute while she mucked around in her sticky
hole, and then got up to take a shower before work.  Stepping under
the hot water, he thought back over the last 2 years since the night
Danielle had put an end to her tortured past.

       That little cabin had been a C.S.I.'s dream, with broken
glass, drops of blood, gunshots, and even a sex juice stained
bedspread.  Under Jane's direction however, only that which dealt
with Mike's breaking and entering and his being killed in self-
defense became official record.  She had also helped to streamline
the adoption process for Danielle, who became Jack's legal daughter
less than a month later.  Jack's parents had been surprised of
course, and no doubt had suspicions when Jack introduced them to
Danielle.  In a little under an hour though, they came to adore their
sudden granddaughter and they both expressed how proud they were of
their son taking her in.

       Life had continued on as normal for several months until a
letter addressed to Danielle was delivered with no return address.
It explained that Danielle's father had participated in a secret
government funded program and had died as a result of it.  A bank
account number was provided as well as instructions on how to find a
key to a safe deposit box that Danielle could only access after she
had turned 18.  Though Jack had felt the letter was somebody's idea
of a sick joke, Danielle noticed that the instructions on finding the
key took her near her old house where she and her mother had been
living when her father died.  She convinced Jack to take her there,
and they found the key.

       As a result, Jack decided to look into the bank account
number and was surprised to not only find that it was real, but that
it was in Danielle's name.  It contained a little less than one
million dollars, and appeared to have been setup in the late 19th
century, though the bank dismissed that as being a clerical error.
Although Danielle was in full control of the money, she and Jack
decided it would be best to save it for important needs, rather than
day-to-day spending.

       The key was the big mystery.  Aside from the identifying
numbers on it, there was no telling who had placed the key or when it
had been placed, though it did not appear at all aged.  It belonged
to a bank in Chicago, so a trip to the windy city would be needed in
5 years.  Jack had contacted the bank and put Danielle on the phone,
as only her name appeared on the box.  All they would tell her was
that it was among the older accounts, and it had apparently survived
the Great Chicago Fire of 1871.  The rest was left to her imagination
until she was old enough to open it.

       Jack shut off the shower, and stepped out, finding Danielle
sitting on the toilet.  She smiled at him and spread her legs,
showing the trickle of semen as it drained out of her.  "Bye
sperm..." she sang, bearing down to expel it.  Jack couldn't help
laughing.

       "Well if that's all you're going to do with it, maybe I
shouldn't give anymore of it to you," Jack joked.  Danielle stuck out
her tongue at him.  She got up, wiped off her lips and inner thighs,
and pulled off her shirt to shower.  The little 30A breasts Jack had
bought a bra for, had since grown to a fuller 34B.  "Are you and Dana
going shopping today?" he asked her as he dried off, admiring her
body.

       "Yeah," she said, turning on the water.  "We'll be back by 2
or so.  Some of the girls are coming over to her place...unless you'd
rather they come over here..."  She was referring to the rainbow
party that she and Dana had surprised him with last week.  He finally
came in the mouth of a timid young 10-year old named Jules, who had
skipped a few grades and became good friends with Danielle and Dana
at school.  "Jules really wants her cherry popped," Danielle stated
with a wink as she stepped into the shower.  Jack just shook his head
in disbelief.

       After drying off and dressing, he headed out to the kitchen
to start breakfast.  He cracked a couple of eggs into a pan and there
was a knock on the door before he heard a key turn the lock and the
door open.

       "Hey Jack," said Dana who came into the kitchen and hugged
him from behind.  Jack felt her large breasts press into his back.
Puberty had been good to her.  He turned around to kiss her cheek.
"Dani in the shower?"

       "Yeah.  She told me the two of you were hitting the mall," he
said, looking over his shoulder at her for the first time.  The shirt
she wore fed him an eyeful of cleavage.  Dana noticed his stare and
released him, stepping back.  The skirt was incredibly short too,
covering little more than an inch below the crotch.  "Shopping for
something other than clothes?" he asked.

       "Always!" she said, licking her lips.

       "Well, just be safe, ok?" he asked of her, knowing what she
tended to get herself into.

       "Oh Jack, don't be like that.  You know I only let you and
daddy cum in me," she said, referencing her recently consummated
relationship with her father.  "The rest gotta wrap it."

       "Alright, I'm just doing my job as a responsible adult, is
all," he said with mock authority.  Dana stuck her tongue out at him
before spinning around to flash him her thong bared ass.  She then
headed down the hall to the bathroom to wait for Danielle.  Jack
plated his eggs, popped a few slices of toast, and downed them before
the girls came out.  Danielle was dressed much more modestly than
Dana was, as she intended to stay faithful to Jack (at least where
men and boys were concerned).

       "Are these clothes, ok, Daddy?" Danielle asked giggling,
while Dana rolled her eyes at their pseudo-incest jokes.  She had the
real thing, after all.

       "Ok?  If I hadn't just filled you with cum when I woke up,
I'd be stripping you right now to do so," he answered.  The three of
them laughed at that and Jack checked the clock, noticing that it was
almost time for him to go.  "You girls need a ride?"

       "Nope, Jessie is gonna pick us up," Danielle said.

       "Ok, well, I'm out of here," Jack said, getting up and
kissing both girls on the lips.  He grabbed his coat, and headed out
the door.  He got in the car, and no sooner had he started the
engine, Danielle came running out of the house towards him.  He
rolled down the window to see what was up.  She pushed her lips onto
his, and slid her tongue into his mouth.

       "Hurry home," she said.  "Jules will need a ride by 7."  She
gave him a wink before dashing back into the house, leaving Jack to
wonder what he had done to be so lucky.



       END.



Author's note:  Well, there you have it, my first (well written,
anyways) erotic story.  When I started this some time in June of
2004, I had no idea it would turn into a 45,000 word epic 18 months
later.  I should mention that I was inspired by Amber Gold's "Hot
Little Honeys" and that really shows in the first chapter's setup of
the story.  I realize I left the safety deposit key at the end
unexplained and unexplored, but I'm leaving that for the prequel I'm
currently working on to explain for you.  Hopefully I'll turn that
one out quicker than I did this one, so keep an eye out for it!

Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome.

Hardguy
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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.