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LEARNING TO LOVE AGAIN

(ASSM) (Mg, cons, rom)



By Simple Man (C)2003





     I waited restlessly, watching the minutes change in the lower right
hand corner of the display, 1:54 AM.  I was on second shift this past week
and now it was Friday and I got off at 2:00 AM.  I got up from my chair and
logged off my computer and went to lock down the tech and server rooms.  My
electronic key made the digital locks beep three times to let me know all
was now secure.  One lone server, Proteus, would watch everything until
Monday morning at 5:00 AM when I returned.  Waiting for the portcullis to
drop down and seal off the server rooms entrance I became even more
impatient, hell, I just wanted to go home, have a few beers and hit the
sack.  The welded steel framework of one inch thick tempered steel bars
lowered from the ceiling to imbed itself into the locks below the floor.
Fucking security, this was ridiculous, for Christ's sake, we were not the
Pentagon, why in hell did we have all this?  I looked through the armored
glass window waiting for Proteus to unlock the fucking door so I could go
home.  Finally the monitor came to life and displayed "SECURE STATE", and
the door latched clicked.  I had 60 seconds to get out of there or I would
be in here until Monday morning.

     I bolted for my coat and hat, grabbed my lunch box and thermos and
pulled open the door that led into the Information Services Department.
Thrusting my electronic key into the door's lock I waited until I heard the
three beeps.  Proteus would have locked the door anyway, but an entry into
the log file would show that I left without securing the place myself.
Naturally Proteus had shut down the elevators and I was simply delighted to
walk down 21 flights of stairs to the fucking time clock.  I seriously
wondered why I was working here.  Still, this world of computers was my
domain and I was the head of this department.

Winded and feeling a little dizzy I swiped my time badge into the clock and
the armed security guard told me good night.  It was a fucking quarter mile
to the secure parking lot, across a barren landscape of asphalt and past the
outer guard house.  I forced a smile for the pretty little lady that logged
my exit and waved me on, and as I had all week, shook my head wondering just
what drove someone that looked like she did into that job.  I decided that I
never wanted to ask her, because she was better armed than a Navy Commando
in wartime.

     Tired and weary, I climbed into the only thing I really loved, my GMC
Sierra Extended Cab pickup that was loaded with every factory option you
could purchase.  The $35,000 it had cost me was worth every penny.  As I sat
in the leather driver's seat and inserted my key into the ignition, the
vehicle came to life as the seat moved to my desired position and the
steering wheel as well.  Good morning Bob the female voice said, God I love
this truck, OnStar was looking after me, I loved it.  The mighty Vortec
engine roared to life and I waited until the pretty lady opened the secure
gate to let me go home.

     My mind was on the cold frosty one's that awaited me at home and my
drive took nearly 30 minutes on the average.  I slipped a Gordon Lightfoot
CD into the player and began to enjoy my ride.  Halfway home the headlights
picked up a small form ahead and as I got closer, saw the form was human and
very small.  Whoever it was stumbled and landed on their knees.  Maybe it
was a drunken midget, hell I didn't know.  But then the midget fell over and
just lay there.  Jesus Christ, now I am going to have to stop for this, and
frankly I was really not up to it.

     I crawled out of the cab with my flashlight only to discover a little
girl, not a midget and she was not drunk, she had been raped and beaten and
was now barely alive.  God only knows how long she had been walking in the
cold night air like this.  I raced back to my truck and grabbed my survival
blanket from under the rear seats.  Wrapping the child up in it, I carried
her to the truck and placed her in the passenger's seat, closed the door,
climbed in on my side and let that Vortec scream down the road at over a
hundred miles an hour.  Before long I spotted the blue sign with the bid "H"
on it that I had passed every day coming home from work, slowing to maybe 30
I made the turn and hit the gas again, 30 seconds later I was skidding into
the Emergency entrance and people were running everywhere.  OnStar had
listed and realized what was happening, plotted my course and called ahead
for me.  Somehow I just had to send a dozen roses to that OnStar girl, if
not marry her and raise a family.

     I sat there in the waiting room worrying about the little girl and
hoping to God that I was not too late in getting her here.  That, combined
with wishing to terminate with extreme prejudice, the man that did this to
her.  The doctor came out and sat next to me.

     "She is going to be alright, there was no vaginal entry and her bruises
are moderate, she should be fine in a few weeks.  I think we can release her
this morning, but she needs a bath at least four times a day in water with
Epson Salts, as warm as she can stand it.  She is awake now; would you like
to see her?"

     Before I could enter her room, a female police officer stopped me.

     "I'm sorry for what happened, it's terrible, and I know what you must
be thinking.  I urge you not to take the law into your own hands.  In a few
days when she is safe at home with her daddy, we will find out what happened
and bring this perpetrator to justice."

     "JUSTICE!!!  Some deviate tried to rape her!  If I get to the bastard
first, there won't be a need for justice, he'll just flat out be dead."

     "Please calm down; I don't want to take you into protective custody."

     "Look lady, I mean officer, I want to see her and this can wait, if you
get my meaning!"

     The female was tough as nails, but she almost buckled when I said that
and in a childlike voice asked me is she could tag along.  It was only then
that I noticed how young she really was and very pretty on top of it all.
Gone was the tough officer, and in its place stood a woman in uniform,
concerned as I was for the child.  We walked into the room, and I gasped.
Here lay a child, maybe 5 or 6 years old with what looked to me like deep
bruises all over her body, she had been beaten badly.  The Cop covered her
eyes and broke out in tears, commendable I thought; at least in that uniform
she was human.

     "Are you the one that saved me tonight?"

     I knelt down by the bed and took her small hand and nodded, then kissed
the back of her hand.

     "Thank you!"

     Her voice was small and labored and as she spoke those last two words,
then drifted off to much needed sleep.  It was now 4:00 AM in the morning
and the thought of the cold one's no longer seemed to matter, for behind all
the bruises she was very pretty and all I wanted to do from this minute on
was to protect her.  By 6:00 AM she was release to me to take home, and it
occurred to me only then that they thought I was her father.  I said nothing
otherwise.  The pretty little, Cop, still sniffling handed me her card and
got into her cruiser as I placed my daughter carefully into my truck.  We
drove our separate ways as the sun tried to brighten the new day.

     I had about 500 questions I wanted to ask the child, but she was still
too weak and hurt for anything like that.  As she slept, I went out to get
the Epson Salts, and plenty of it.  When she woke later, I undressed her and
carried her very carefully to her bath and set her into it.  The quite warm
water made her smile and she actually played in it a little while, splashing
it around and having some measure of fun.  Her eyes looked at me with a
longing that I could not understand and I chalked it up to being the one
that rescued her.  With a tiny voice barely audible, she asked me to wash
her.  At that moment I became a blithering idiot, which meant I would have
to touch her.

It was only then that I really looked at her tiny body.  She was so young,
no bumps on her chest, save for her nipples, no shape to define her as a
girl, but then I looked at her legs and thighs, they were shapely and looked
very soft, but that paled in comparison to what was between her legs, a
small puffy mound, divided in half by a crevice that gave her sex a meaning.
She may have been a little girl, but she was very sexy naked in the tub like
this.  Figuring that a washcloth would be too harsh one her just now, I just
soaped up my hands and we both seemed to enjoy the washing.  She leaned way
forward and kissed me right on my lips and then sat back down in the water.
I was having feelings that I never had before and they scared the shit out
of me, but it felt so right.

     After a few days she was really feeling much better and was able to eat
something besides that damn baby food I was instructed to give her.  I had
called into work and took my three weeks vacation as a family emergency.
She grew stronger every day and the baths became something special to both
of us.  She really liked my hands rubbing all over her body and she
certainly didn't mind the feeling she got when I washed her sex.  The kisses
were more frequent now and she was hard pressed to be more that a few feet
from me at any time.  I grew to like her being close to me and I realized
that I was in love with her, something she had felt for some days now.

     I had no idea what time it was, but she was making every effort to wake
me on the couch.

     "Come to bed with me, you shouldn't be out here alone like this."

     She took my hand and led me into my bedroom and put me to bed, crawling
in beside me.  Then cuddled up next to me, we slept.  In the morning I woke
with my usual morning hard on and I was deathly afraid she would notice.  As
I layed there pondering my fate, a very small hand grasped my tented pole
and squeezed very nicely.  My resolve went away as my cock was now in
control and liking what was happening.  I could feel her other hand pulling
down by underwear, she let go of me and pulled down my clothes only to
resume her grasp of me.  A scramble under the covers surfaced with her
taking my cock into her warm mouth as far as she could.  Mother of God, help
me!  She sucked so hard I thought my skin would come off.  She worked me
like she had done this before and in no time I was ejaculating into her
mouth with such force she could not swallow it all and much of it ran down
her chin and dripped onto her naked chest, yes she was naked now.

     Getting up she moved closer putting her lips to mine and sharing my
spendings with me.  I licked her body clean and she smiled.

     "Daddy, I liked that!"

     "Hell, I liked it too, and right now I wanted to taste her.  She didn't
even bother to resist as I knelt between her legs and sucked on her sex, all
of it inside and out.  I could not get enough of her and I went nearly wild
eating her out and drinking her fluids like it was the only thing that could
keep me alive.

     Daddy?  What was this all about?  My mind tried to reason things out,
but my cock was running things now, and it liked being called Daddy, I had
to get it under control.  I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, water
on full cold; I jumped into the shower and nearly died from the blast of
cold water on my skin, my cock now flaccid and shrinking further.  A small
hand entered the tub and turned the water much warmer, then a tiny little
girl climbed in with me and all my reserve failed, I wanted her and I wanted
her bad.





[Okay teachers, this is just Chapter 1, want to comment or can you wait
until I can finish this one story for you?  And you dear Uncle, you just
stand back and watch.  For Frank, my thanks for the lessons.]

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