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The Stowaway
A story by Varangian
July 2000
Jack Flemming had to piss. Badly. He was not oblivious to the
magnificent sunset; indeed he wondered at the dramatic coloring of
the clouds ahead of him and to his left, all painted in hues of
the warm spectrum with dark undertones. The sight pleased him and
softened a bit his usual hostile, defensive demeanor, but it did
nothing for his painfully distended bladder. His principle
concern at the moment was to reach the rest area a few miles
ahead, and when he came in sight of that oasis on I-75 near Birch
Run the clouds had lost their glorious luster and the pine trees
through which the highway passed became dark sentinels.
He eased up on the accelerator as he entered the long off ramp to
the rest stop. Ahead were two lines of semis, their motors
running, although many of the cabs were empty. A sign indicated
that he should bear right to enter the parking area for passenger
vehicles, which he did, coming to a stop among a group of cars and
vans, each dutifully occupying a space defined by white lines.
Flemming hurried from his car and made his way quickly to the
small building. His immediate goal was the men's room, which he
found to be neat and clean. There were half a dozen urinals
against the wall with partitions between each to protect the
bashful, none of them occupied. Jack unzipped, brought forth his
penis and sighed deeply as he emptied his filled bladder.
As he pushed on the faucet to rinse his hands he looked into the
mirror before him which reflected back the face of a man neither
young nor old. Not yet forty! Jack reminded himself defiantly.
A plain blonde face stared back at him with a morose lack of good
humor. Jack looked away from the image, not liking it. It was
the face of a person who had failed in life, he thought. His
business was gone, lost, as well as his wife and their two
children. He was not entirely broke; he had some money. But he
was very much at loose ends. He felt he needed, somehow, to
redefine himself, to find a purpose, now that his comfortable
world had shattered around him.
He still had a long drive ahead of him, until he reached his cabin
on a small lake south of Cheboygan, where he intended to drink
himself to sleep. He did not bother to look at the maps on the
walls, when he came out of the men's room and into the brightly
lit, spacious reception area of the rest stop, because he knew
where he was and where he was going.
When he pushed through the main door of the building, he
encountered a group of five men in suits standing close by the
entrance who were deep in conversation, murmuring in low
voices. They were cops or other holders of special privilege,
Jack knew at once, and he steered clear of them, not liking the
breed.
He was eager to go back onto the highway, to reach his modest
lake-side cabin to the north, where he hoped to put aside the
debacle of his life, where he would drink, fish, and wait for a
quiet moment to plan for the future.
His Taurus sedan, metallic green with just twenty thousand miles
on the odometer summoned him. It held fruit, candy bars and
crackers to calm his rumbling stomach, as well as unopened bottles
of vodka. Newly refreshed and for a moment optimistic Jack got
into his car, started the engine and set off past the line of
semis for the interstate.
He was not on the highway very long, not quite up to speed, when
he detected a strange scent in the car. And then he heard a small
cough from the back seat.
"Who are you?" he demanded, not knowing what to do in the
situation, going seventy miles an hour in heavy, weekend traffic.
In his rear view mirror he saw a figure rise behind him.
A girl's voice sounded plaintively. "I'm sorry, mister. I just
need a ride."
"What are you doing here?" he insisted with a hint of panic in his
voice, worried and also outraged that someone would climb into his
car.
"I had to get away, mister, and your car door was open."
It was a young female voice that did not sound all threatening.
Jack relaxed somewhat.
"You're running from someone?"
"Ya."
"That's all, just 'ya?'"
"You don't want to know about it, mister, but would you drive me
to Saginaw? It's just up ahead and not far from the interstate."
"I know where it is," Jack responded tersely, "but I won't drive
you there."
"Then I'll take wherever you're going," the girl responded sadly.
"I just have to get away."
"Away from what? Have you committed a crime?"
"Maybe," the girl replied softly.
"There were cops at the rest area. Were they looking for you?"
"They lost me there. I got away from them, and I took something."
"What did you take?"
"I don't know. A brief case. Something maybe important," she
mumbled vaguely.
.
Then in the rear view mirror Jack saw a car speeding toward them,
lights flashing.
"Oh, shit," he moaned to himself and slowed his car, ready to pull
it to the side of the highway. But the vehicle sped past followed
by another with a single flashing light.
"You're running from the cops!" Jack yelled angrily..
Jack hated cops, indeed any authority, although he knew better
than to expose himself to their overwhelming, brutish power.
"They're not cops," the girl responded heatedly. "Two of them are
foreigners, the others are American."
"But they looked like cops to me."
"They're government men, but I don't know what kind," the girl
added, seemingly flustered.. "They killed my Billy."
"Your Billy?" Jack asked. He felt as though a trap were about to
shut with him inside.
"Billy was my cousin. We were very close, you know. He worked
for those guys, carried things for them, and when they found him
peeking at what he was delivering, they shot him in the head like
he was some kind of animal."
"What was he carrying?" Jack felt compelled to inquire, although
he feared the worst.
"This brief case here." She held the article up high enough for
Jack to see it in the rear view mirror.
Jack hesitated. "What's in it?"
"I don't know for certain," the girl replied defiantly. "But
those bastards want it and they killed my Billy because of it."
Suddenly a bright light scanned the car, reflecting
strongly from the polished brass locks on the brief case. Jack
turned quickly and saw two vehicles with flashing lights on the
opposite side of the interstate, moving slowly, spotlights
converging on his Taurus.
"Oh, Christ!" Jack yelled as the two cars suddenly crossed the
median strip and let blare with their sirens in pursuit of him.
He immediately turned off his lights and began to weave madly
among the holiday traffic bound for northern vacations. He dared
not brake and reveal his position with his rear lights. The cops,
or whoever they were, trailed some distance behind him. They
would catch him eventually, he knew, so he veered onto a sudden
off ramp leading into the dark, Michigan countryside.
At the end of the ramp Jack was inclined to go right, so he turned
left and sped down the two lane road with his lights off past
isolated farms which had spotlights ablaze on their distant barns.
He pulled into a long, dark driveway of a farm house and shut off
his motor. A car soon raced past behind him at an unusual speed.
Dogs barked in the near distance, but otherwise the cool night was
completely quiet.
"What do you have that's so important?" Jack barked in anger,
looking over the seat at the girl.
"I don't really know," she whimpered.
Jack saw a car with it's lights off drive slowly down the road
past the farmhouse where he was parked. He waited for several
minutes until he assumed his pursuers were at least a mile away,
then he started the car and backed out of the driveway.
He drove down the road, turned off and followed others, even
unpaved ones, until he reached a lighted area on the outskirts of
Milo, Michigan.
He stopped the car under some trees to inspect his map. The drone
of a helicopter came ominously closer and closer, a light from it
coursing back and forth, inspecting the ground. Jack waited until
the aircraft passed to the south and then drove his car into the
middle of town.
"We can't stay here," he said, greatly agitated. "We have to get
back to the interstate."
"But they're waiting for us there," the girl wailed.
"No. I don't think so. They have just two cars and both of them
are up here looking for us. We'll take the Dixie Highway up to
Birch Run and then get onto the interstate. There's an awful lot
of traffic up there, people going to Frankenmuth."
"Just do it, whatever," the girl said from the back seat in
resignation."
"Come up front and sit with me," Jack suggested. "It doesn't look
right with you back there."
"No. I'll stay here. I want to go to sleep."
It worked, and after some driving he and his unwelcome passenger
were passing through deep, dark forest north of Midland at eighty
miles an hour.
* * *
Jack did not know the time, when he arrived finally at his small
cabin next to the lake. The girl behind him was asleep.
"We're here," he announced loudly, waking his passenger.
"Where are we?" she asked sleepily.
"We're safe here," Jack replied. "I can't imagine they were able
to read my license plate."
"Where is this place?" the girl inquired warily, not ready to get
out of the car.
"It's my cabin," Jack responded in annoyance, opening the driver's
door.
The girl's small voice expressed concern. "Am I going to stay
here with you?"
"I have ten acres of woods here, sweetie, and you can sleep on any
part of them," Jack replied in exasperation..
"How many beds do you have?" she asked hesitantly.
"Just one, just mine."
"Then I'd rather sleep in the car."
"That's fine with me. But don't come bothering me later. I intend
to get drunk and forget this sorry mess."
"Well, that's just splendid, mister! People are going to come
through these woods in the middle of the night and kill us."
"That's why I prefer to have you outside, sweetie. You can warn
me before they strangle you."
"They don't strangle you, they shoot you in the head, like they
did Billy."
"All the better. When they shoot you, the sound will awaken me
from my drunken stupor."
"You aren't being serious, mister."
"And you're being too fearful. We've lost the bastards, girl!
They'll never find us here."
"I still won't sleep in your bed."
"I didn't invite you, did I?" Jack retorted, weary of the
conversation with the girl, whose face he had yet to see clearly.
* * *
The next morning Jack came out onto his porch groggy with a
hangover, yet he delighted to be again in his beloved northern
woods, where the scent of a nearby cedar grove beckoned
seductively.
"Where are you!" he yelled aloud, although he knew that the girl
was still asleep in the rear seat of the car.
Jack rinsed his putrid mouth with scoops of water from the rain
barrel as he waited for the girl to show herself.
She was short, no more than five feet tall, and she didn't appear
to have any breasts. She climbed out of the back seat of the car
and stood defiantly before the man holding the large brief case
tightly to her body.
"How old are you?" Jack asked wobbling a bit on his feet, glaring
down at the small girl who was almost pretty in a scraggly, mousy
way.
"I'm eighteen," the girl stated.
"Bull shit!" Jack replied crudely. "You're no more than fifteen,
if that."
"I'm eighteen, and I can prove it," the girl insisted.
"Actually, I don't care how old you are, girlie, especially since
you choose to sleep in the car."
"You're too old for me, mister."
"You really know how to wound a guy, sweetie."
"I just want you to know where you stand," she replied smugly.
"I know where I stand, you little bitch! I'm standing on my own
property, and you're free to lug that fucking brief case out of
here."
"You really don't want me?" the girl asked in amazement, not
comprehending the man.
"Want you for what?"
"For . . . you know."
"I don't do boys," Jack replied with a grand, malicious smile.
"You know I'm not a boy!" the girl shouted in outrage.
"Show me," Jack responded with a grin.
"You pervert! I won't show you anything"
"You know," Jack replied, abruptly serious, "I'd rather see the
contents of that brief case than your scrawny flesh."
Suddenly her expression changed from anger to something more
agreeable. Her eyes widened and lips parted.
"You're not so old!" she mused, as if surprised to discover it.
"No!" He was mildly amused at the change in her tone.
Her eyes dropped shyly. "I'm Mary Kathleen Kelly."
"I'm Jack, Jack Flemming," he responded gruffly, staring at the
slight girl. "So we're friends now? So we can talk about what
this mess is all about?"
"They killed Billy before my eyes," she whimpered. "It had
something to do with drugs."
"Billy was your lover?" Jack asked, suddenly gentle.
"Yes, and he was my cousin. He didn't know what he had gotten
himself into. He was so simple."
"But you really loved the boy, didn't you?"
"Oh, God, Mister Jack. He was such a sweet boy, when we were
alone together. He cried awfully, when they began to beat and
kick him. They all enjoyed it so, laughing and shouting. Then
one of the men just shot him in the head. He was only about my
age."
"We'll get those bastards, Mary Kathleen," Jack exclaimed in
anger, all of a sudden feeling like a hero. "But I'm afraid they
might get us first."
"Well, I have their brief case, and it's something they really
want. Maybe we can bargain with it."
.
"What's inside. Have you ever looked?"
"No, I never had a chance. I just grabbed it from the backseat,
when I was able to get away."
"Well, let's go into the cabin and find out what it contains."
* * *
Jack sat on the edge of a chair with the brief case in front of
him. Mary Kathleen cautiously stooped beside him as he leaned
down to snap open the hasp.
"It's not locked," Jack murmured and pulled the bag open.
It was full of money and documents peculiarly uniform in their
decorative appearance.
"Oh my God," he gasped softly, "Look at all that money."
He then extracted one of the curious documents and almost choked.
"What are they?" she asked curiously.
Jack grabbed a fistful of the elegantly engraved papers from the
case and riffled them slowly, whistling in surprise and
astonishment.
"They're bearer bonds," he replied to the girl, turning his face
to hers. "Each one seems to be worth $100,000, and there could be
one hundred of them."
"What are bearer bonds?"
"It's like cash, Mary. We could just deposit them into a bank
account."
The young woman gaped at the man, not comprehending at first the
enormity of their find, but there was a certain glint in her eyes.
"What will we do with them?
"Quiet," Jack barked, counting the documents.
"There's over ten million dollars here," he exclaimed with a shaky
voice when he finished, "including twenty grand in cash."
Mary Kathleen stared at the man blankly. She had twelve dollars
in her pocket.
Jack cocked an eye at the girl. "Let's split it evenly," he
suggested in an affable tone of voice.
"But it's mine," she quickly protested.
"You stole it, and then I saved you," Jack rejoined. "Sharing it
equally is only fair, especially since you need me to turn the
bonds into cash without getting caught."
Mary could find no argument to challenge him.
"What's this?" she asked, pulling from the case a sheaf of papers
which were stapled together.
Jack took them from her. There were eight typewritten pages, four
in Spanish and four in English. It seemed to be a contract. Jack
glanced through the English pages quickly and then his entire body
seemed to slump.
"They were not after the money when they chased us, Mary," he
groaned in despair. "It seems that part of the federal
government, the Diplomatic Security Agency, is involved in the
drug trade."
* * *
"From about Saginaw clear across the state to Ludington it's like
we've been fenced off. Every car is being checked. And traffic
is backed up for miles at the Mackinac bridge."
Jack eavesdropped on the gas station attendant talking on the
phone. He felt a shiver of apprehension, realizing that the
entire weight of the United States government confronted him and
the girl. He couldn't just drive off and leave her, he thought,
dismissing the temptation. If she were caught, which was certain
without his help, he would be found easily. Besides there was the
money.
"I overheard you on the phone," he said to the man, when he went
into the small building to pay for the tank of gas he had just
pumped. "What's happening?"
"Don't know for certain, but I think it's about some terrorists
that came in from Canada."
"How many are there?" Jack casually asked.
"That's the strange thing," the man replied with a shake of his
head. "They're looking for a skinny girl."
"Those cops!" Jack guffawed, and the man nodded with a smile of
agreement.
Jack drove from the gas station and pulled carefully into traffic.
He headed for Cheboygan, to a Sears store there, having discovered
an urgent need to make some purchases.
* * *
"Why do you want to cut my hair?" Mary protested and moved away
from Jack who spread scissors, a razor and a comb on the nearby
table.
"They're looking for a girl. We'll have to make you into a boy."
"I don't want to be a boy!" the girl shouted in anger. "I want to
be a girl, more than I am now."
"I can't grow titties for you, sweetie, and it's just as well that
you're flat chested. You have to become a boy and pretend to be
my son or they're going to get us."
Mary Kathleen scowled in frustration, but she sat down on the
chair next to the table.
"Don't worry, kid," Jack said soothingly as he brought the
scissors to Mary's tresses. "I worked my way through college as a
barber."
The man clipped and trimmed. Mousy, brown hair dropped to the
floor of the cabin. Jack seemed to enjoy himself, transforming
the eighteen year old waif into a boy of fourteen.
"I have some clothes for you," he said, when he stood back and
admired his work on the girl's head. "They're not the kind I
prefer, but they're fashionable."
He offered her plastic bags imprinted with the name Sears.
Mary Kathleen grabbed them from his hands angrily.
"Go outside while I put them on," she insisted.
Jack left and wandered over to the cedar grove where he breathed
deeply of the scented air. He would like to be buried in a cedar
casket, he thought for an instant, but then dismissed the silly
notion with a shake of his head.
"How do I look?" the girl's voice asked from behind him.
Jack turned and beheld Mary Kathleen, now transformed into his
fourteen year old son. He -- she -- was beautiful, despite the
baggy shorts that extended to the mid calves and the clunky Nike
shoes. The Cleveland Indians pullover revealed nothing feminine.
Mary was prettier as a boy, Jack concluded, and he grinned in
appreciation.
"You're perfect," he exclaimed enthusiastically.
"And you're a pervert," Mary replied sharply, resenting his ogle.
"Are you into boys?"
"A boy as pretty as you could tempt any man."
"So you're coming out of the closet, Mr. Flemming," Mary
responded sarcastically. "It must be very frustrating for you to
realize that I'm just a skinny girl."
"Mary," the man said soberly, placing his hand lightly on the
girl's shoulder, "we're going to be together for quite a long
time, perhaps years. We should be nice to each other."
"I'm sorry, Jack. I really am. You're right. We ought to be
friends, especially because we've been thrown together like this,
and I can't imagine the end of it."
She looked up at him in a calculated way. She did not flinch at
his touch, nor did she resist his embrace, and she returned his
kiss.
"We haven't known each other for even twenty four hours, Jack,"
the girl murmured, gazing into the man's face, inviting another
kiss.
"Do you need more time, Mary?"
"No," she replied and pressed her face against his chest. "Do
you want to play with me, Jack? Do you want to pretend that I'm a
boy for a while?"
"That would be kinky, don't you think?" he replied nervously,
unsettled by the girl's abrupt, inexplicable readiness for some
kind of sexual encounter.
"I'm not so innocent," she said coyly. I'm ready for anything you
wish to do."
Jack held Mary's pretty head between his two hands and gazed
yearningly into her boyish face for a long moment.
"But I know you're a girl!"
"Let's pretend, Jack," she replied, unzipping his fly. "Wouldn't
you just love to have a pretty boy suck on you?"
He was stupefied by the girl's brazenness, but he did not protest.
Mary looked into his face as she easily undid his belt, unsnapped
his trousers and let them fall to around his ankles. He felt her
hand caress his hard cock through the fabric of his underpants.
"Oh, you're too big, mister," she said, pretending to be a young
boy. She gave his member a slight squeeze. "I can't let you put
that monster up my ass. But it will fit nicely into my pretty
mouth."
Mary dropped to her knees before him and quickly pulled down his
shorts.
"Oh, my," she exclaimed, slipping her lips over the cock head as
she gazed up into Jack's astonished face.
For a moment he savored the physical sensation and the charade of
being sucked by a lovely boy.
"That's enough," he announced suddenly, pulling Mary to her feet.
"I want you as a woman."
"Yes. That would be nice," she replied, her voice muffled in
Jack's embrace. "But first let me get you dressed again."
Once more she went to her knees. She pushed up the man's
underpants for him to grab, and then the trousers. Again Jack
felt a deliciously illicit sensation of being intimate with a
young boy. He leaned down and swooped into his arms the young
woman, who squealed in delight. She didn't weigh one hundred
pounds.
"Am I too old for you, Mary Kathleen?" he smiled
"You're a big, strong man. I think you'll be able to keep up with
me."
Jack carried her to the cabin, almost stumbling as they kissed,
and he laid her carefully on the bed.
"Now, let's see what we have beneath these clothes," he announced
joyfully as he pulled off a shoe.
"No, Jack. You get undressed first. I want to see you."
The man had no reason to be ashamed of his body, as Mary soon
learned. If it was not in perfect athletic condition, it was
nearly so. There was just a slight roundness of his belly.
His cock was agreeably large, although not intimidating. The
young woman on the bed, who removed her other shoe, beamed her
approval. Without a word Jack leaned down to pull off the girl's
baggy shorts. Mary raised her butt to assist him.
"Well!" Jack exclaimed. "Those are not skinny legs. They're
slender, perhaps, but I find them quite lovely."
Jack pulled off her panties, again with her assistance, to reveal
a lush, adult pubic bush.
"Would you like to shave me down there, Mr. Barber?"
"Yes, if you want."
"Let's do it later, sweetheart. I'm getting antsy."
The pullover was quickly on the floor leaving Mary naked.
"You do have titties, and they're just the right size for you."
"I'm too small all over. I wish I were larger so we could kiss as
we make love."
"We'll work something out. Come, scoot your butt to the edge of
the bed and let your legs drop over.
Mary did as instructed. Jack knelt between her out spread legs,
then leaned down to kiss her face which, he thought, was becoming
lovelier by the second.
He licked down her neck and then suckled a small breast.
"Please, Jack. I'm ready for it now," Mary pleaded.
Indeed, she was, Jack discovered as the head of his cock plopped
easily into girl's moist tightness. With two palms on her breasts
and his eyes gazing at her lovely face he inserted himself fully
and began a slow fuck.
"Faster, Jack. Please faster!"
He obliged her. She could not push back, because of her position;
her feet scarcely touched the floor. He pounded her with rapid,
almost violent strokes, watching her head roll from side to side,
her face distorted in excitement.
"Oh, oh," she groaned repeatedly and then wailed briefly, loudly
as her body became rigid.
Jack was hardly finished. He continued to bang at her until she
screamed aloud and tore at her hair. It was a big one. When she
calmed somewhat, he slowed his strokes to savor the feel of
himself inside her slick, clinging passage.
"Take your pleasure, darling. It's your turn now," she sighed.
His eyes focused on the small, pretty face beneath a boy's
haircut, so androgynous, so illicit. But he placed his palms on
feminine breasts as his ecstasy caused him to cry out.
* * *
"Seriously, Mary. Am I not too old for you? Don't you find me
repugnant?
Jack lay cupped to the naked girl from behind, his hand on an
almost immature tit, his mouth on her neck. It was the middle of
the night. The cabin reeked of old timber and mold.
"I've had older and uglier, Jack, since I was eleven," the girl
whispered.
"Eleven?"
"I don't want to talk about it. It's not a happy memory."
She turned about to face him.
"You don't disgust me in the least! You're a fine looking man,
and a good person."
She kissed his face passionately.
They whispered to each other in the delicious night. The Moon was
bright outside and a soft, fresh breeze wafted through the
screened windows bringing with it the slightly fishy aroma of the
nearby lake.
"Do you have a family?"
"Only Billy, and now he's gone."
"We have money. I'll look after you, if you like," Jack gushed
impulsively.
"Yes, of course. But I hardly know you, and you me. How can we
make such decisions?"
"This mess of yours binds us together for the foreseeable future.
You'll have to accept me despite my age."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty eight."
"That's not really very old. I won't have to nurse you," she
chuckled
"I worry about how small and fragile you are, that I might hurt
you sometime in my passion."
"I'm small but sturdy, Jack. Unfortunately I'm fully grown. I
won't become any larger. If you want bigger tits on me, I'll have
to get silicon implants."
"I like you the way you are," he replied and leaned his head down
to suck a nipple.
"Come on top of me," she sighed, fondling his head. "I want to
feel you again.
"No. You get onto me. You're too small underneath."
"May I be selfish, Jack?" she asked as she came astride him. "May
I use your body and take my pleasure?"
"Yes, of course. Indulge yourself."
She sat onto his cock slowly with a grand sigh. Jack ran his
hands up and down her slender thighs, looking at her but seeing
only a silhouette. She moved on him slightly as she diddled
herself.
"Oh, God, Jack. This is so wonderful!"
"Enjoy it, sweet one," he replied, determined not to ruin the
beauty of the moment by his own passion.
"Pinch my nipples!" she implored desperately..
He obliged her and felt the girl's body shudder.
"Oh, Jack. Jack!"
She bounced on his cock with increasing enthusiasm as she rubbed
her clit. He wished it were light enough to see her face, to
witness her orgasm. He could not hold off much longer.
She indulged herself indeed. The girl screeched as she extracted
the fullest pleasure from his cock and her finger. It seemed to
go on for the longest time, the noise of her. And then she
collapsed atop him. Jack held the slight girl to him, kissing the
top of her head, as he slowly fucked her, wanting it to last
forever. But, of course, that was not possible. He came with a
whimper and then a shriek, grasping the small creature with his
arms perhaps too tightly.
She suffered the discomfort for the duration of his passion.
"Let me go, Jack. You're stifling me," she finally complained.
* * *
They splashed naked in the small, weedy lake before it was light,
before the birds began to cheep. Jack took the girl as he stood
chest deep in the water, holding her to him with her legs around
his hips. It was their forth time, yet her response was as fresh
and excited as her first. When they were both finished they
continued to cling together until his flaccid cock slipped out of
her.
"I've changed my mind about older guys," she whispered teasingly.
"You're as pretty as a girl," he replied and poked a finger at her
asshole.
"You'd hurt me there, mister. I'm just a slight little boy."
"You're not so small."
"But you're too big, mister. Let me introduce you to my sister.
She loves to fuck although she's just eleven."
The two lovers played in the water, constantly in touch with each
other, as the sky lightened and then distant clouds became
enflamed in the glorious promise of a lovely, new day.
* * *
"I don't want to talk about myself, about my past," Mary said with
some determination. "My memories are not happy ones, and there's
nothing I can feel proud about. I want to start over."
"Yes, of course you could do that," Jack replied cautiously,
"especially with all this money. But I don't think it would be
wise of you to include me in your future plans."
"But you said we'd be together for a long time," she retorted with
a pout.
"What I meant was that we'll know each other for years, be like
business partners until we're finally safe from the feds."
"And what then?"
"I suppose we'll go our separate ways. You're really too young
for me, Mary, and besides I don't want a permanent woman, much
less a wife."
"A wife! Do you really think I would marry an old man like you?"
She began to sniffle. Jack pulled her to him and she snuggled in
his arms.
"I think I'd be lonely without you, Jack. I've found you very
comfortable over the past couple of days."
"I feel much the same, sweetheart. But let's not get carried
away."
* * *
"The problem," Jack explained almost a week later, "is getting
from this cabin to my apartment in Dearborn without being caught
by the Feds."
"But how could they catch us? How could they find us?" Mary
objected.
"I'm certain they know we're driving a green Taurus. We have to
assume that. It would be best if we traveled at night, southwest
down to Traverse City and then further south to Grand Haven. We
could nap on the beach there for a while before heading east to
Dearborn."
"That's rather round about, don't you think?"
"Yes. I know. But we have to do it. If we can make it to my
place, we'll be home free with ten million dollars and our lives
intact."
"You're not at all like Billy," Mary said in a quiet voice and
touched Jack's cheek gently. "He would have gotten me caught
right off. He didn't think things through like you. He wasn't
very smart."
"There must have been something good about him, if you loved him
so."
Mary gave him a wan smile. "He was family, of course, and I
thought he was terrific in bed . . . that is, until I met you.
Jack knew he wasn't a spectacular sexual performer. He could only
assume that Mary was petting his ego.
"Let's get packed," he said, eager for the trip.
They both stood and set about the task, which was finished
quickly, when it was still too early to leave; the sun would not
set for some time. Mary fidgeted at the table where she sat,
bored. They had already fucked twice that day, and neither of
them was in the mood for another go at it. It was rainy and
unusually cool outside, so they were not tempted to go swimming or
wander in the woods.
"Why don't you shave me?" she asked. "But you must promise not to
nick my skin."
"Do you really want me to do that? You'll get very itchy, when
the hair grows back in."
"You can shave me every couple of days. I haven't had a bald
pussy in a while."
"You've done it before?"
"Ya. Some guys like to fuck girls who look very young.""
Jack wondered what her words implied, but he did not ask for
clarification. He retrieved his barber tools from an overnight
bag.
"You're going to use a straight razor?" Mary protested, when he
placed the implement on the table.
"Trust me, girl. I'll shave your most sensitive parts with a
safety razor."
For the next forty minutes Jack labored with great deliberateness
and skill in removing Mary's pubic hair. He finished the job by
wiping her with a damp cloth and then stood back to admire his
handiwork.
"My, my," he mused as he gazed at the naked girl on the chair.
"You're getting hard, Jack. I can see it."
"Yes, indeed I am. You are a pedophile's dream. You have the
head of a lovely fourteen year old boy and the body of an eleven
year old girl."
"So you are a pervert!" Mary cried aloud gleefully, spreading her
naked legs provocatively.
"You possess a certain, unique beauty in this guise, Mary. It's
very arousing. But I know that the girl I'm about to fuck is an
adult."
Mary scampered onto the bed as Jack undressed.
"Ooh, Uncle Jack, you're so big," she taunted him in a false,
little girl voice, raising her knees high and spreading her legs.
Jack climbed onto the bed, ran a cheek down a slender inner thigh
and proceeded to eat out the hairless pussy, slurping it noisily.
Mary, no longer playing games, responded with profound sexual
excitement. She gasped, cried and finally screamed in orgasm.
"That's enough Jack," she panted and pushed his head away. "Come
atop me."
He did so quickly, holding his upper body high on straight arms in
order to see the girl's face better which was beneath his chest.
She smiled up at him as they pushed together, beginning a splendid
fuck. He knew that his cock, encased delightfully in her warm
tightness, would last some minutes before surrender became
unavoidable. He was determined to fuck the girl silly. They
thrust at each other with great enthusiasm. He watched as her
pretty, boyish face began to grimace and emit spontaneous groans,
as her eyes opened widely and stared into his own, as she began
to roll her head with a gaping mouth.
"Jack!" she screamed and clawed his arms desperately.
He knew there was another, big one waiting to be released. He had
come to know the girl's highly orgasmic nature intimately. He
jammed at her relentlessly with grunts much like those of a tennis
player, urging her to lose complete control, to screech in
unbearable ecstasy, perhaps to faint from the utter shock of the
experience. But his own pleasure was suddenly there! He could
not restrain it. He surrendered himself to it just as Mary yelled
at the top of her voice and then fell limp. Jack's body shuddered
as he spurted into the slack body beneath him, whimpering as he
gazed at the girl's dissipated face.
"Get off me!" she insisted a moment later, pushing at him. "I
can't breathe."
* * *
It was late, but people were still about, when they drove through
Traverse City, a largish place with hordes of tourists. The night
enveloped them south of there. Everything outside the security of
their vehicle was utterly foreign, although in day light, they
knew, it would all be normal and familiar.
"There's a car following us," Mary announced with considerable
trepidation, when they were just north of Bear Lake.
"Yes. I've noticed it for the past several miles."
Jack slowed the Taurus, but the car behind did not catch up. He
sped forward and it kept pace. Then, inexplicably, it turned off
the highway leaving the dark road behind the two fugitives devoid
of traffic.
"False alarm," Jack said tersely.
It must have been two in the morning, when they drove into Grand
Haven and found their way to the beach and its parking lot. The
waves of Lake Michigan roared in the chill night from a recent
storm. Mary pulled a couple of woolen blankets from the trunk of
the car, and the two of them trudged deep into the exquisite
strand that Jack remembered so well from his childhood. He fell
asleep almost immediately as he reclined onto the sand, Mary
cuddling his head and pulling a blanket over him.
Jack was awaked by an ungentle kick to his side.
"You can't sleep on the beach," a male voice announced with smug
authority.
Jack was dazzled by the glare of a flash light that held his face
without pity.
"My son and I were just resting. We're on a long trip."
"You can't sleep here. Now move it!"
Jack did not have to see the man. It was a cop's voice,
recognizable whether it spoke in German, Russian or Chinese. Mary
remained silent, playing a boy's part. They retreated sullenly
to their car escorted by two policemen, entered it and then drove
off. It was not yet three in the morning. When they were away
from the town, Jack stopped the car at the edge of the road and
had Mary replace him behind the wheel..
After an uneventful trip they reached Jack's apartment in Dearborn
long after sunrise where he slept through most of the ensuing day.
* * *
Late afternoon sunshine streamed through the window, when Jack
began to stir on the bed, waking from his long sleep. He
stretched his naked body and then lightly grasped his rigid cock.
"Mary," he called, feeling an urge to play with the girl's small
body, to have an orgasm inside her.
"Mary!" he called again, but there was no response.
Perplexed, he got up and went into the other room of his apartment
where he found not the slightest trace of her. She was gone along
with the briefcase. He rushed to the window to discover that his
car was also missing.
"Shit!" he exclaimed loudly, although he mused to himself that he
should have expected something of this sort.
He would miss the girl, he knew, and the almost kinky sex they had
enjoyed during the preceding two weeks. He would certainly miss
the money and the easy future it had promised him. But he
especially regretted the loss of his car, which he dared not
report stolen even for insurance purposes. His Taurus
put him very much at risk. If Mary were caught, the car would
lead directly to him. If he reported it stolen, he faced the same
disastrous consequence.
Jack all of a sudden remembered the roll of cash he had stuffed
into his trousers' pocket. He raced back to the bedroom and
rummaged his slacks. It was still there; ten thousand dollars,
which was small compensation for the loss of his car. He had a
lesser amount in the bank, which he intended to withdraw the next
morning and leave Dearborn, leave Michigan, indeed the entire
United States.
He cooked eggs for himself as though for breakfast, although it
was darkening outside. He missed the girl, the touch of her.
At nine o'clock that evening, when he was about to settle in for
an adventure movie on television, the doorbell chimed. Jack froze
in his chair until it sounded again. He then reluctantly got up,
went to the door, opened it and was confronted by two policemen.
"Mr. Jack Flemming?" the sergeant inquired politely.
"Yes, I'm Flemming."
"I'm sorry to tell you this, Sir, but your car has been in an
accident."
"Is Mary all right?" Jack asked impulsively.
"Yes, Sir, although she's in the hospital for observation. Is she
old enough to drive? She has no identification."
"She's eighteen, my brother's girl. I let her have the car to go
to an amateur theatrical. She's playing Peter Pan. Are you
certain she's not hurt?"
"Yes, of course. And we wondered why she appeared to be a boy."
"I'll have to go see her, of course. Could you give me a ride?"
"Certainly. She's not far from here."
* * *
Jack fidgeted in the back seat of the squad car wondering whether
the two men up front were really cops or guys from the agency who
intended to kill him.
"Where's the car?" he asked cautiously.
"It's in the impound lot," the sergeant replied, looking over his
shoulder at Jack. "I understand it's been totaled."
"There are things in it I'll need to retrieve."
"Of course, Sir. You can do that in the morning."
Jack felt somewhat relieved. It appeared the cops did not know
the contents of the brief case and that the feds were not yet
involved.
"Here we are, Sir," the sergeant announced as the driver pulled up
to the emergency room entrance.
The cop led Jack into the building, down winding corridors to an
elevator bay. They found Mary in a room on the ninth floor, which
she shared with an old woman who wheezed loudly. The cop
retreated to the corridor.
Mary was very alert. She looked fearfully at Jack with a sheet
pulled under her chin, her head appearing to be that of a young
boy.
"I understand you aren't hurt."
"Just a bump to my head. They want to be sure it's not a
concussion."
"You wrecked my car."
"I've done worse than that, Jack, and you know it. I ran out on
you and took everything with me."
"I can understand why you left, although you were very selfish
about it. Did you really believe you could manage on your own?"
"Jack, the brief case is in the trunk of the car. Take it and
leave me alone. I'm no good for you. Everything I've told you is
a lie. I'm just a hooker who was going to party with those five
guys at a cabin up in Escanaba."
"But were they feds?"
"Three of them were. The other two were Colombians. I got
annoyed with them and stole their brief case before I fled."
"There was no Billy?"
"Not since I was eleven."
Jack stared down at the girl with a dour expression.
"I'm still at risk, Mary, because of that document. I can't let
you wander off and get caught. You'll have to remain with me,
however much you dislike it."
"How could you possibly want me after what I've done, after you
know the sort of person I am?"
"It's not a matter of wanting you. It's one of survival. I won't
ever trust you again, of course, but we'll manage. We're adults."
Mary began to whimper.
"I feel awful," she choked.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," Jack announced and left the
room with the abruptness of nurse's aide.
* * *
By noon the next day Jack was back in his apartment with both Mary
and the brief case. The two former lovers neither spoke nor touched.
He spent a lot of time on the telephone arranging trips to the Cayman
Islands and Zurich.
"I'll be gone for a few days," he finally said. "I'll set up an
account for you in Zurich with two million dollars."
"Just two million?" she protested and then bit her tongue.
"That's fine," she added quickly.
She knew bitterly that she had lost the man, which was ironic,
because she never wanted him in the first place. Still, they had
enjoyed each other enormously in that north woods cabin.
"Do you want to party before you leave, sailor?" she asked,
grasping desperately at levity.
Jack stared at her for long moments.
"I'd like to fuck you once more," he replied gruffly
He wanted to rape her ass, to inflict pain on her as he derived
brutish pleasure.
She looked up at him with the visage of a pretty boy.
"I'm here for you, mister. I'm all yours."
They undressed silently next to the bed, staring at each other.
When they were naked, Jack took the girl roughly, unmindful of her
cries and protests. Yet she submitted to him willingly. He did
not kiss her face, but bit her upper arms painfully, then her
nipples and thighs. He intended to ream her ass in his sexual
rage, although he didn't. He threw her half onto the bed and came
atop her in a fury, jamming his cock into her shaved pussy
violently. He banged on her without remorse, hurting her as he
yelled obscenities. Mary responded with cries of pain and
unexpected ecstasy. They screamed at each other as they fucked
crudely like feral beasts seeking only their own pleasure. Mary
convulsed in orgasm after orgasm, finally begging the man with
desperate gasps to stop, which he would not. Mary screeched
uncontrollably and then fainted. Jack slowed his thrusts. Tears
streamed down his cheeks as he felt his moment approach. He
pulled his cock out of the slack girl, stood and proceeded to spew
copiously onto her unconscious face.
* * *
He left before she awoke. Days later Mary received a telegram
informing her of an account number at a bank in Zurich which held
her two million. There was nothing else in the message; no soft
words, no good-bye. That night she tore at her hair and cried
herself to sleep.
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