Helen was at the park at eight AM on Saturdays. That meant what when Cindy and I left the trailer, she was looking at us from the office window. And she waved.

"Caught!" I said to myself.

Cindy also saw her friend Mizz Helen and waved happily back. "Let's go see Mizz Helen," she chirped.

"Yeah, Hop in the truck. We'll stop an' see if she wants some donuts when we get back from breakfast." I thought I'd understood Helen's implications in our previous conversations, but one can never be completely sure, and I was a bit nervous about such an obvious situation.

We stopped by the office. Cindy was out of the truck and headed inside in a hurry. I was a bit slower. I watched this cute teen's jeans-clad butt and t-shirt, that outrageous head of hair bouncing ahead of me as I followed her inside.

"Hey, Helen," I said. "How's things goin'?"

And Helen smiled. Big smile. She was on one side of the counter directly opposite the love of my life, and they both were smiling. "Hey, Dan ... Stuff's fine. Just fine. You taking good care of our girl?" She smiled at Cindy.

"I'm trying," I said. "We got the makin's of a scholar there. They selected her for special testing ... The good kind."

"Yes ma'am," chirped Cindy. "An' I'm doin' all A's in school. Mr. Dan's a big help."

"I told you he was, didn't I," Helen said.

"Mmm-hmm," said Cindy. "I jus' love 'im!"

Now the way Cindy said that, you could have taken it several ways. Helen looked at me and winked. "You're lucky he came along," she said.

"Yeah, I am," answered Cindy. "I really am."

"So, Helen, we're goin' out for breakfast. Want us to bring you back some donuts?"

"Oh, yeah, Dan. An' I'll try not to eat 'em all myself."

"They're for your customers," I smiled.

Cindy bounced out to the truck and got in. I joined her and we drove off.

She spoke first. "D'ya think Mizz Helen thinks we're, like, sleepin' together?"

"I don't know for sure, but as long as we LOOK innocent on the outside, I don't think Mizz Helen is goin' to say anything one way or the other. Mizz Helen thinks the world of you, and she worries about you a whole lot."

"Yeah," said Cindy. "She knows all about Mom. You know we been livin' in this park since I was nine?"

"I didn't know it was that long."

"Yeah. Mom lost her job when I was nine an' she couldn't find another one, so Paw-paw gave us his travel trailer. Paw-paw is Mizz Helen's brother in law, an' she said we could stay here for free."

"Oh," I said. "An' now Mom works at the bar sometimes an' she has money, but Mizz Helen lets us stay here anyway. I don't think Mom could afford to get us another place."

I didn't want to consider that Donna might be eligible for all manner of government housing and might decide to move my Cindy into some housing project. I was thankful that they elected to stay here. I hadn't known what was missing in my life until I met Cindy. Now I was obsessing about how I could keep her in it.

"I'm glad your mom lives here, baby," I said.

"Me too," she giggled. "All kinds of nice things here." She smiled at me. "Ya know, Mizz Helen an' me used ta talk about you, before I started really talkin' with you at the pool."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, she tol' me about her husband an' how he was older than her when they met. I thought it was nice a' her to tell me that. All I did was tell her I thought you were cute for an older guy. She tol' me that she thought you were a good guy."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah." Cindy continued. "There was some other construction guys come an' go in the park, an' Mizz Helen tol' me to stay away from them. They was, uh, WERE loud an' they sat outside and drank beer an' stayed out late an' came back with women an' stuff. Me an' Mizz Helen, we watched an' you didn't do any of that stuff."

"I don't. I may drink a beer once in a while, but I don't just drink and I don't do bars and I've told you about how I feel about women."

"An, you know," she said, "I almost think Mizz Helen WANTS us to be together. I mean, like TOGETHER together..."

"I think Mizz Helen wants a good life for you, no matter what it takes. An' I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think your mom's situation is going to do that for you. If ONE of her boyfriends has tried something, as you get older, that's gonna get worse. An' you're too bright a star to end up trapped in that welfare, uneducated single mom business."

"I know, Dan."

I did a quick look at her and saw her eyes coolly observing me. "I want you to shine ... It's gonna be work, but we can do it together. And if you are my Cindy forever, I will stand by you until the day I die."

"I love you, Dan," she said. She twisted. "Damn seat belts."

"Little girls shouldn't say 'damn"," I said.

Giggle. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, an' all we need is to have some helpful citizen report seein' a...

"Hey! Happy Birthday, Cindy!"

That got me a big grin...

I continued, "seein' a FOURTEEN year old girl kissin' some old guy..."

"You're MY guy, an' you're not that old..."

We ate breakfast at the diner. I noticed that her table manners had improved in the last few weeks since we'd began frequenting commercial eateries, and the waitress at this one recognized us on arrival, and treated us well. Of course, the fact that I was a generous tipper probably helped. But Cindy was a well-mannered, polite young client in a day where many kids in public were ill-mannered little hellions.

Full, we drove back to the park, chatting happily. The rest of the morning we spent between my trailer and the park laundromat. Yeah, I had the little compact RV washer and dryer, but I also had a bag of quarters and it was faster to do a couple of big loads in the park's machines.

Lunchtime came and we returned to the front office. And Helen had held up HER end of a bargain she and I'd made earlier in the week. There was a birthday cake. And presents. And candles. Fourteen of them. Cindy was tearful...

"You guys ... This is the best birthday I've ever had in my whole life."

The sad part was that she was telling the truth. I gave her an iPod and Helen, knowing her clothing sizes, gave her shoes and new clothes, including, I noted, another dark green outfit. Had I told Helen how Cindy looked in dark green?

"Save that green outfit for supper tonight," I grinned.

Helen smiled broadly, first at Cindy, then at me. "Got us a happy young lady there, don't we?"

I nodded.

"Now," she said, "let me see if we can fix it so she stays that way..."

That rather cryptic comment left me wondering.

The afternoon, well, Cindy and I visited a library. This was a first for Cindy, and even though small-town Alabama libraries might be low on the ladder compared with big cities and universities, Cindy had no reference. She told me this was her first ever visit to any library outside of school. I was able to use Helen's good name as a reference to get a library card and I checked out books for Cindy. You'd have thought I gave her diamonds.

I wanted to give diamonds. At least one.

We went back to the park, stopped by her trailer so she could retrieve a bathing suit, then she and I joined a bunch of weekenders at the pool. Early fall? Still swimming weather in south Alabama. Cindy naturally interacted with a few kids her age, including a teenaged boy, about fifteen, I imagine. I felt jealousy. I didn't show it. I chatted up the adults, the normal, "where are you from, what kind of work do you do..."

After an hour or so, Cindy stood beside me, dripping. "Mr. Dan," she said, "isn't it time for us to go?"

I looked up into those green eyes. Dammit! How could I fall so hard for this doll? "Yes, Cindy, we do need to change. We have a dinner date for our birthday girl."

The couple I'd been talking with offered congratulations on her birthday, and we bid our farewell. And didn't hold hands walking back to the trailer.

"I saw you," she said.

"Saw me what?" I asked.

"Saw how you looked at that KID who was talking' to me."

"Yeah, I saw 'im. An' yeah, since you're not stupid, I admit I was feeling a bit jealous."

"You shouldn't worry. He was fifteen. Hated school. Wanted to know if I was stayin' here an' if I wanted to meet him later. He had some weed."

"What?!?!?"

"Yeah, Dan, THAT'S what I expect from boys my age. Stupid. An' I seen ... uh, I've seen an' smelled enough dope to know better. You think I wanna go do dope with some goofball an' have to fight him off or let him do me?"

"I wanna think you don't." That statement as I held the door open so she could get into my trailer. I was wanting to say "our" trailer. And I closed the door behind myself after I stepped inside.

Cindy pushed around me and clicked the lock. She dropped the towel she'd brought back from the pool and knelt in front of me. Her fingers hooked the waistband of my swim trunks and she peeled them straight down.

"Cindy!"

"Hush," she said. Her mouth engulfed my soft dick. It started soft, but when those lips encircled it, it went straight to diamond-cutting rigidity. She gave me a workover, too, and this was the very first time she'd knelt and taken me while I was standing.

"Gaaahh, Baby..."

"Mmmmm," escaped her mouth from around my dick. Then she stood to her full five feet and three inches, threw her arms around my neck, and I bent over and kissed her lips. "Dan, I will make love to you every day for the rest of my life and figure that I am lucky that I have YOU." Kiss. Giggle. "an' you're lucky you got me, too..."

I was taken. She backed up. "Now," she said. I need to shower an' dry my hair an' get dressed. I have an important date tonight." And she peeled her own one-piece swimsuit off, stripping in front of me, and wiggled her naked butt as she stepped into the bathroom.

Five minutes. She was out. I was in, rinsing off, and I was shaving while I heard the blasting hair dryer. I walked out of the shower, still naked. She handed me a hairbrush. "Here," she ordered, "brush me."

Since I found her hair an object of beauty, I complied, leaving her shiny, sweet-smelling and angelic. And naked as a jaybird.

Another order, "You go get dressed at YOUR end of the trailer, an' I'll get dressed in the bedroom. With the curtain closed."

"Okay," I said.

I knew my Cindy and my Cindy knew me. I was just slipping into my shoes when I heard "Ta-daaaa!" and the curtain opened. Who'd have thought that a simple green cotton blouse and matching skirt would be rendered into all the beauties of the world. They were. Because my Cindy was in them. Her hand smoothed the back of her hair. "Well, love, what do YOU think?"

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

She came to me, presented me with a perfect little kiss. Oh yeah, with a little of that pink tongue. "Mmmm," she hummed, "You smell good."

"So do you, lady," I said.

"Naahh," she said. "If I was at home, I woulda stole some of Mom's perfume."

"You don't have to take hers. I will take you to the mall an' you can buy whatever YOU want."

"Oooo," she cooed, "but last time I wore hers, you said you liked it."

"You could smear yourself with peanut butter and YOU'D smell good," I said.

"An' I'd have soooo much fun lettin' you lick it off me..." giggle.

We walked out of the trailer. Mizz Helen was closing up the office, standing on the steps talking with some of her weekenders. She saw us and waved. Into the truck, and off we went. Up the road a bit, Cindy was stowing the flip-down console and sliding herself tight against me.

"I like that," I said.

Giggle. "Then you'll like this even better." Her fingers unzipped me and pulled my dick out through the fly. "Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head for emphasis, that red hair bouncing.

I heard a metallic click. "Put your seatbelt back on," I said.

"Nuh-uh," she said. "In a minute. I wanna do somethin'." She paused. Smiled. "You. I wanna do YOU." And she slid down in the seat and her head went into my lap. For the sort of activities that sweet dolls SHOULD do in a man's lap. For a minute. Then she popped back up. "I ain't gonna make you come. I've seen you come. You'll run us off the road."

"You're very knowledgeable and wise," I said.

She was trying to get my dick back in my pants. "Well," she said, "it came OUT easy..." I helped her. She zipped me up, then patted the bulge. I heard the click of her seatbelt. She smiled sweetly. "There," she said. "I've BEEN wanting to do that to you..."

"You're gonna get us killed," I said, "an' the funeral will cost extra..."

"Why will it cost extra?"

"'Cuz the undertaker's gonna have to work overtime to get the smile off my face."

Did I ever tell you that her laugh was like tinkling music to my ears? No? Well, it is...

Back to the steakhouse. Discussions taking strange twists as she asked questions about my work and how we did things and how things were at school.

Back headed home, I had a thought. "Baby, one of these nights we need to drive into Mobile for the evening. Get us a really nice room. Do a good dinner. Maybe a movie, or a concert or something. And then have a night together in a place where we don't have to bump into each other, maybe shower together..."

"Mmmm," she said, "I like all a'that, 'cept I LIKE bumpin' into you. 'specially the parts that were bumpin' last night."

It was almost ten when we got back in the trailer. Yeah, we checked. Mom's car wasn't there. As far as Donna was concerned, Cindy was on her own for the weekend. Cindy could have been off doing drugs, getting into trouble, having sex ... Oops ... She WAS having sex. Ten minutes after we got back into the trailer. For an hour. Okay, an hour and a half. Then Mozart on the stereo.

And two people, bodies entwined together. Sleeping.