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The Bargain (Mg ped cons rom)

   Chapter One

   Allen started up the Lexus after closing the trunk and shaking
out the umbrella.  Spokane was dry most of the summer, but a
thunderstorm like this was not unusual in June, and it was pouring
rain, thunder booming across the flats north of town.  He had just
arrived back from his winter estate in Kauai, and was stocking up
on provisions for his summer home, a large rambler on a bend of the
Pend Oreille river near Sandpoint in Idaho.  It took about an hour
to drive from the north end of Spokane to the Washington-Idaho
border at Newport, and then another forty-five minutes or so on a
winding road on the south side of the river to his home.

   He had spent the day in Spokane, meeting with his lawyer about
a few things, and was running much later than he wanted, forgoing
dinner for a quick burger and starting his rounds in the north end
of town.  He finished up at a Wal-Mart, and it was turning dark as
he started the wipers and shifted the car into gear.  They had been
refinishing the parking lot, and much of it was blocked off with
barriers and plastic ribbons, some of which had been broken by the
wind and were whipping around the lot.  There was a snarl of cars
trying to find their way to the exits.

   "Come on," he said to no one, stalled in a line of cars.  He
could see down the side of the store that the feeder street was
empty where the back lot met the road, so he turned left to drive
around the building.  No one else had figured out the way to avoid
the mess in front, and he was alone as his headlights swept around
the back corner of the store and froze the child in their beams.

   Allen stopped the car just past a group of dumpsters, and sat
thinking for a moment. He had seen the small figure scrambling to
get out of his headlights, and he was sure it had crawled inside
one of the dumpsters, through a side door about three feet off the
ground.  It was a little blonde girl, he thought.  What was she
doing alone in back of the store, climbing into garbage?

   Not my business, he thought, and the brake lights went out as
the car rolled forward a few feet and then came on again.  I can't
just drive off, he thought, I'll at least go inside and notify the
staff.  He decided to have a look himself, just to make sure, so he
backed up the car and parked it against the building.  He fished a
flashlight out of the glove box and dashed out through the pelting
rain over to the dumpster.  The metal door creaked as he pulled it
open, and he could hear paper rustling as he trained the flashlight
inside.  A small girl squinted back at him into the light, holding
up her hands to shield her eyes.

   Chapter Two

   Laurie had not been having a good day.  She had managed to get
enough to eat by stealing from the candy aisle of the store, but
she was getting sick of the sweets, which were all she had been
able to get for a couple of days.  She had made some money down the
street at a mall throughout the week, making up stories of needing
bus money, until the security guards began to take notice of her
tattered clothes.  She managed to slip away and had walked down the
street to this Wal-Mart, hoping to the play the same game.

   But the pickings were slim here, and she couldn't hang around
the same store much longer, her condition was drawing too many
stares.  She had kept herself clean in the washroom, carefully
brushing her teeth in the sink, and even managed to rinse out her
socks and panties. But her blouse was stained and her jeans
threadbare, both knees down to white threads.  One of her shoes was
starting to come apart, and no matter how clean she was, she still
didn't look the part of a child shopping with her family.

   It had been like this for two weeks now, since she woke up to
find her mom, Connie, dead on the floor.  She first noticed the
smell of urine and feces, and even though the filthy rooms they
were living in stank at the best of times, it normally didn't smell
like an outhouse.  She rubbed sleep from her eyes and walked out of
her bedroom, and there Connie had been on the floor. Laurie had
shaken her for a few moments, but it was obvious she was dead by
the mess in her pants.  Her needle and kit were on the table, the
candle burned completely down into a pool of wax, the blackened
spoon still resting where she had dropped it after taking the fatal
shot.

   Connie had been a junkie for nearly all of Laurie's life, at
least as long as she remembered. Which meant she was also a
prostitute, when she was clean enough to work.  Laurie had gotten
used to the men cycling in and out of the apartments they lived in,
usually only for a few months before the landlord caught on, or
Connie failed to pay the rent or both.  Things had gotten so bad
several times in the past couple of years that Laurie herself had
been sold by her mom to the men.

   It wasn't that bad if you weren't grossed out, and somehow
Laurie had never really minded the men feeling her and sticking
their penises in her mouth.  She had lost her virginity at age
seven to a well-dressed man that paid Connie several hundred
dollars for the privilege.  It had hurt at first, but not bad, and
they had lived high on the hog for a few days after, until Connie
had burned through the money to buy dope.

   Laurie had managed to attend school off and on, during a couple
of periods where Connie was making decent money from turning
tricks.  But most of the time she was on her own, and spent her
days at the local library, sometimes staying in the reading room
until it closed.  She loved books and read everything she could,
most of them novels, something for escape.  She was bright for her
age and didn't even recall learning how to read, it was just
something she had picked up.

   There were piles of books in her bedroom at home, most of which
she had stolen.  It was easy for a little girl to steal, no one
suspected or watched her in stores.  Stealing food was pretty much
a normal daily activity, as Connie was anything but a provider.
Now that she was dead, Laurie figured she could take care of
herself.  Anything was better than being put in some home.  She had
already been inside when Connie had landed in the hospital after an
overdose, and she hated the prison atmosphere of the place.

   Now she was having second thoughts.  It was one thing to live
on her own when she had a place to stay, even the most recent roach
palace Connie had managed to find.  At first she had found a couple
of places near the mall, an old garage and a shed, but people had
seen her and she couldn't go back for fear of being picked up.

   She had settled on the dumpster in back of the store, which was
mostly filled with paper, and was relatively warm and dry.  She had
been soaked by the thunderstorm as she had walked down the long
side wall of the store without cover, and was just crawling into
the dumpster to get out of the rain when she was caught in the
headlights on the man's car.  She heard the car stop and then back
up, and the sound of a door opening and closing, feet slapping wet
pavement.  Now she stared up at a man shining a flashlight on her,
trapped in the dumpster, still dripping from the rain.

   Chapter Three

   "Take it easy," the man said, "I'm not going to hurt you."

   "Leave me alone."

   "What are doing in there, where are your parents?"

   Laurie didn't reply and scrunched back into the waste paper,
her eyes darting back and forth, looking for a way out.  The man
was blocking the only way out of the dumpster, getting soaked from
the rain as he shined his flashlight on her.

   "Look, I'm not going to hurt you.  Come out and I'll drive you
to the front of the store and we'll find someone to take care of
you."

   "Just go away," she replied.

   "Have it your way, but I'm calling the police."

   He turned to walk back to the car, and Laurie scrambled out of
the dumpster behind him as the rain slackened off for the moment.

   "Please mister, don't call the cops, I'm OK."

   He turned around and she looked him over, quickly appraising
the man with her sharp eyes. He didn't seem to be a threat, she
thought, just a good samaritan type.  I might get a few bucks out
of this, she thought.  She could see the car behind him, a new
Lexus shining in the rain.

   "I can't just leave you here, come on, get in the car."

   She hesitated and then walked with him to the car, several
steps behind, still wary.  He opened the door for her and walked
around to the driver's side, and after peering into the car and
seeing it was otherwise empty, she crawled into the passenger's
side and tossed her bag of belongings on the floor, closing the
door behind her.  The man climbed in the driver's side and shut the
door.

   "I'll turn up the heat, you must be cold.  I'm soaked."

   "I'm OK," she replied.  "What do you want with me?"

   "Nothing, I just want to help.  I can't leave you in a
dumpster.  Where do you live, where's your family?"

   This guy is kind of dense, she thought.  Where do I live?  What
did he think?  She decided no reply was better than making
something up.  She was already sizing him up, thinking of how she
could score some cash, and then get away.

   She realized several things immediately.  The car was expensive
and while he was casually dressed, he carried himself in a manner
that spoke of the confidence of money.  He was a middle aged man,
about fifty, good looking, with kind eyes.  He was alone, she
realized, there was plenty of evidence of that.  The car smelled of
the man's aftershave, without a hint of perfume, and there wasn't a
kleenex in sight.  No woman spent any time in a car without leaving
a sign.

   She realized that the car was moving, the man pulling out of
the lot and down the feeder street to the main road.  "Where are
you taking me?" she asked.

   "Downtown Spokane is the only place I know, there must be
someplace in the courthouse building that's open this time of
night, though probably we'll have to start with the police."

   That was the last place she wanted to go.  She thought for a
moment and started to make her play.  It all depended on the man,
she realized.  He should have just driven away back at the store,
around to the front to talk to the store manager, or to call the
cops.  By letting her into his car had put himself in a potentially
awkward position.  She thought about how he had looked at her, was
there anything in those glances?  She decided to take the risk.

   "No please, mister, just let me out," she pleaded.

   "I'm not going to just dump you on the street, relax, they're
not going to hurt you.  Probably they'll give you something to eat,
some dry clothes and a place to sleep.  What's wrong with that?"

   She reached out and put her hand on his arm and he turned to
look at her.  She gave it her best shot, putting on her most
downtrodden look.

   "They'll put me in a home, please don't take me there."

   "What's wrong with the home?" he asked.

   "They're mean to me there, please?"

   "Look I can't just leave you here, it can't be that bad.
Where's your mother anyway?"

   "She's dead."

   "I'm sorry," he replied, "but don't you have any other family?"

   "No."

   The man was silent for a moment, and she could see him glancing
over at her, probably wondering how she lived.  Not very good, she
thought, but things might get better if I play my cards right.  She
could see they were reaching a crossroads, and he was turning down
the road back to Spokane.  It was a good area to be in, lots of
houses and garages, and a shopping mall down a few blocks.

   "Let me out here, I'll be OK," she pleaded again.

   "I can't do that, relax, you'll be fine.  We'll be there in ten
minutes."

   She paused, thinking about it, and then decided to try her
gambit.  Here goes nothing, she thought.

   "If you take me there I'll say you tried to touch me between
the legs."

   "What did you say?" the man sputtered in reply.

   "I'll say you tried to feel me."

   The man was slowing down, and he pulled over to the side of the
road, putting the car in park, staring straight ahead.

   "Just give me some money and let me out," she suggested, "then
you can go home without any trouble."

   "They wouldn't believe you anyway, and I can't just drop you on
the street."

   She let him stew for a moment, feeling his mood carefully.  "I
can be nice to you if you give me some money."

   "What?"

   She placed her hand back on his arm, and squeezed it, looking
up at him, trying to look innocent and vulnerable.  He was taking
too much time to reply, she realized with a thrill.  He's
interested, thinking about it.

   "I can't do that," he stammered.  "Look, I can't just leave you
out here."

   "Then take me home, give me a hot bath and some food, let me
sleep the night, if it will make you feel better.  You can give me
some money in the morning, and I'll be fine."

   The man was fidgeting in his seat.  She was losing him a
little, she thought.

   "I live a long way off, all the way over in Idaho.  Besides,
how could I explain you to my wife?" he asked, holding up his
wedding ring.

   "Your wife is dead."

   "What?" His eyes were wide with shock.  "How the hell do you
know that?"

   It was only so obvious, she thought.  An older man with a
wedding band that looked welded to his finger, alone in a car that
had seen no feminine occupant.  Basic Sherlock Holmes, she thought,
pleased with her deduction.

   "I can just tell, I'm sorry.  You can drive me back to Spokane
tomorrow, please?"  She put all her efforts into it now, holding on
to his arm with both hands and bringing a few tears to her eyes.

   The man was really having a hard time now, she saw, staring out
the window and biting on a finger.  I think he's interested, she
thought.  She knew some men were excited by sex with children, and
she had taken a stab in the dark with this one, based on his
behavior so far. Offering to give her a bath was a good one, she
thought, admiring her tactics.  Quite an image for the man to
consider.  It was time to close the deal.

   "My name's Laurie, what's yours?"

   "Allen," he said, distracted.

   "Well, Allen, I appreciate you wanting to help, I really do.
Just take me home and I'll be no trouble at all, I promise.  You
can let me go in the morning, I'll be OK, really."

   "You didn't look like you were OK back at the store.  You were
going to sleep in the trash, weren't you?"

   "It's just paper, it was dry in there.  I ran out of money,
usually I can take care of myself."

   "How?" he asked, "what are you seven, eight?"

   "Ten," she lied.

   "You aren't ten.  Eight I'd say."

   She sighed and shrugged her shoulders.  "Eight and a half," she
replied truthfully.  "But I can get by."

   "Propositioning men?" he asked.

   "Sometimes.  I don't mind."  She kept her eyes down and her
hands in her lap, trying to look small and defenseless.  Come on,
she thought, make up your mind.  We've been dancing around here,
what are you going to do?

   He didn't say anything for a minute or two, clearly torn
between the risk of taking her home and the potential for whatever
could happen.  She had set the hook good, leaving him all kinds of
images and ideas to deal with.  I wonder if he's picturing me
naked, she thought.

   "It will be OK, really.  I won't cause you any trouble, I
promise.  Please?"

   He was melting she thought, glancing over at him, still
squirming in his seat.

   "Alright, I'll take you home, get you something to eat.  We can
talk in the morning, I'll make some calls, see if I can find a
place for you."

   I win! she thought, congratulating herself.  She kept silent
and didn't argue about what would happen in the morning.  It will
be a long night, she thought and much could happen before dawn.

She turned on the charm some more, squeezing his arm and smiling,
"Thank you Allen, you're a nice man."

   "I'm an idiot," he replied, but he was turning the car around
and heading north out of town, about to drive an under-age girl
across a state line.

   Chapter Four

   Allen looked over at the girl sleeping under his jacket, curled
up in the seat of the car.  They had stopped outside Spokane at a
drive-in and she had gratefully accepted a cheeseburger and a
chocolate shake.  She had quickly gone to sleep with her tummy full
of food, leaving Allen alone with his thoughts as he drove through
the night, now clearing from the evening's storm.

   He knew he was being foolish giving into the girl, and that it
was madness to drive her all this way.  But he was torn between
common sense and lust; Allen liked little girls.  Not that he had
ever done anything about it, but they were a common element of his
fantasies, and he had even purchased an art book of legal pictures
of naked pre-teen girls.

   Occasionally he had sought out harder material on the internet,
but it made him nervous, and he was disturbed by the content.  He
couldn't help thinking of the welfare of the girls in the pictures,
how they must be affected by the experience.  Once he had
considered flying to Thailand after reading an internet report of
the child sex that could be had there, but he had basically
chickened out, afraid of disease and being thrown in some foreign
prison.

   But now, for the first time in his life, he was alone with a
small girl.  Not just a girl, but one on her own, and apparently
willing to provide sex for money.  At the time he had absolutely no
intention to do anything about it, but even the possibility of
contact with the girl had excited him so much that he had allowed
his better judgement to be overcome.

   The girl was so cute, he thought, she should be a child model.
Her face was perfect, completely flawless, and even though her fine
hair was tangled and wet, he could see how well the long blonde
hair would frame her face.  Her body was small and thin, with no
hint of any breasts he could see through the fabric of her blouse.
Her hips were not boyish though, and filled out the back of her
jeans in a promising way.  The thought of her naked made his groin
ache. Give her a bath, she had said.  It was all he could think
about.

   He had passed through Newport and they were half way along the
river road to home before the girl stirred awake.  She stretched
and looked out the window, not appearing to be concerned at all,
waking up alone in a car with a stranger on a dark road in the
middle of nowhere.

  "How far is it?" she asked with a yawn.

  "Ten minutes, a little less."  He could see the river to his
left, between gaps in the trees.

  "Where are we?"

  "About twenty miles east of Priest River on the Pend Oreille
river, you know this area?" he asked.

   "Huh uh, you said it's in Idaho?"

   "About eighty miles from Spokane."

   "You live out here?" she asked.

   "Part of the year."  He paused and then added, "during the
winter I live in Hawaii."  Now why did I need to tell her that, he
thought to himself.  To impress her?

   The girl didn't say anything, and curled back under his jacket,
content to be silent for the moment.  Finally he saw the turnoff
and drove down a side road until he reached his drive, the car
splashing through puddles on the small dirt road as he pulled
behind the house and shut off the engine.  Honey, we're home, he
joked to himself.

   The girl followed closely behind him as he unlocked the rear
door and turned on the lights inside.  She stayed on his heels as
he walked through the kitchen and turned on the main lights in the
front hall.

   "Wow," she said, "this is big.  Is that a lake out there?"
motioning out the front window.

   "No, I told you, we're on the river, but it's wide enough to be
a lake here."

   The Pend Oreille river started at Lake Pend Oreille, at
Sandpoint, a small city at the mouth of the river.  Twenty five
miles back west it was dammed at Newport, and the river was broad
and deep where they stood.  He could see lights of houses on the
far bank twinkling in the distance.

   "Come on," he said, "I'll get you a robe or something and you
can get out of those wet clothes."

   "Show me a bathroom first?" she suggested.

   He took her into the master bedroom suite at one end of the
house, which looked out on the river in a wing of its own.  He had
built his and her bathrooms into the suite, even though he never
expected a woman to live here.  His wife was dead ten years now,
and he was comfortable being alone.  The only females who had ever
seen the inside of the bathroom were escorts he paid to drive up
from Spokane.  It was expensive, but money was not a concern for
Allen.

   "Wow," Laurie said again, seeing the size of the bathroom.  It
was impressive, a huge free-standing tub dominating one wall, with
a large sit-down shower stall in one corner.  There were two sinks
and a makeup area, and even a bidet.

   "Can I have a bath?" she asked.

   "Sure, why don't you throw your clothes out the door, and I'll
wash them."

   "Take them now," she said, and before he could protest, the
girl was bent over, pulling her jeans and panties off her feet.
Her bottom was fully exposed to his view, and her little pink ass
opening winked at him above the bare white lips of her pussy.  She
turned around without any concern at all, and he watched as she
unbuttoned the ragged blouse.  She handed him the clothes and stood
back, her hands not bothering to cover her nakedness.

   "Can you bring me something to drink?" she asked.

   "OK," he replied.  He stood there for a second until the girl
raised an eyebrow, and finally retreated, blushing furiously as he
closed the door and gathered his breath.

     He was stunned by the girl's actions, and the beauty of her
young body.  He recalled all the details now; her full pink bottom,
her well shaped legs, a pouch of a tummy, two little puffy nipples,
and above all, her perfect pussy, full lips with a neatly defined
separation, forming a soft, bare triangle between her legs.  Allen
leaned on the door for several minutes, not even noticing the sound
of water filling the bathtub inside.

   Chapter Five

   He was barely aware of his himself as he loaded her clothes
into the washer and went out to the car to retrieve his purchases
from the trunk.  He saw her little bundle in the front seat, and
found it to be a cloth bag, coming apart at the seams.  He brought
it inside and added it to the washer, shaking the contents onto a
counter.  There was a hairbrush, a toothbrush with toothpaste,
floss, baby powder, a couple of paperback books, a half eaten candy
bar and a few pennies in change, her entire possessions it seemed.

   Allen thought about the girl's situation and resolved to help
her out.  He was wealthy beyond his needs, and he was moved by the
girl.  However street smart she tried to come off, she was only
eight, and clearly destitute.  He thought of the toothbrush and
floss, and admired her for taking care of herself that way.  He had
noticed her panties, while worn, were clean and fresh, and couldn't
help be aware that her ass was sparkling clean as well, when she
had bent over for him in the bathroom.

   He was sure the girl had done that on purpose, and was leading
him on, and he began to be wary of her.  If she was trying to
compromise him for money, it wasn't necessary.  She already had his
heart in that regard, and she would be well off after tonight
regardless.  He was more concerned with himself, not wanting to
commit a rash act that would end up with jail time as the likely
result.  He resolved not to go any further with the girl.

   He remembered the girl had asked for something to drink, and
scooped up her toiletries to bring to her as well.  He poured a
glass of milk in the kitchen and walked back down to hall the
bathroom suite, knocking on her door.

   "I brought you some milk, and your things, I'll leave them
outside for you."

   "Bring them in, I'm in the tub," she yelled from inside.

   So much for resolve, he thought, watching himself open the door
almost in a disembodied fashion.  The girl had drawn a bath, and
she was scrubbing her hair with her back to the door as he walked
in.  He sat down in a chair at the end of the tub, and turned away,
though the mirror on the opposite wall showed part of the girl over
the lip of the tub.

   He watched through the corner of his eye as the girl plunged
her head under the water to rinse her hair, and then turned around
to face him as he sat, still holding her milk.

   "Allen, can I have it?" she asked.

   He turned around part way to find her stretched out, leaning on
her arms on the edge of the tub, staring at him.

   "Sure, here," he stammered.  The girl took the glass and drank
about half, slipping back into the tub as she handed it back.

   "Thanks," she said, "and thanks for the bath.  This tub is
huge, you could swim in here."

   He heard the water sloshing and saw through the mirror that she
was sliding around in the tub, almost playing in the water.

   "Wash my back?" Laurie suddenly asked.

   "I don't think I should," he quickly replied, "I better check
on your clothes."

   "It's alright, come on, be nice and wash my back, I won't bite."

   His resolve left outside the door, Allen gave in and sank to
his knees at the edge of the tub as she presented her back to him.
It didn't look like it needed washing, he thought, but scooped up
bath water and started to run his hands over her.

   "Hmmm, that's nice," she said, "you can rub harder, I like it."

   Allen let his hand begin to massage her back, reaching up to
her shoulders and neck.  The girl leaned into his hand and let her
head fall forward.  He had never touched a small girl before, and
realized his cock was stiff and hot in his pants.  He let his hand
drift down into the water to feel the small of her back, and he
could see her bottom under the water, just a few inches from his
hand.  He felt a strong urge to reach down and squeeze the soft
cheeks.

   Finally he got himself under control and decided her back was
clean enough.  He wanted out of the bathroom before his erect
condition was noticed, and quickly got to his feet, moving to the
door.

   "I'm going to check your clothes, I'll hang a robe on the
outside of the door for you."

   The girl let him go without replying, and he could see in the
mirror as he closed the door that she had turned around to watch
him leave.

   He walked back down the hall to the laundry area, and when he
opened the washer he could see he was in even more trouble.  Her
clothes had disintegrated, the seams ripped apart by the agitation,
one of her shoes completely in pieces.  The clothes had obviously
been hanging by threads, and now they were just rags.  She was
going to need new clothes, and he would have to buy them.  He sank
to the floor in front of the washer, defeated for the moment.  What
have I gotten myself into, he thought.

   He walked back into the bedroom and looked for a robe, but he
realized nothing he owned could possibly be used by the girl.  He
finally settled on an oxford dress shirt, figuring the heavy fabric
would do a good job of hiding the girl's naked body.  He put the
shirt on the bathroom door, and went out to sit on the bed,
thinking.  This goes no further, he thought.

   Chapter Six

   Allen was still lost in thought when she came out, wearing only
his shirt.  Although the oversized shirt was intended to cover the
girl and cool down the situation, it had quite the opposite effect.
Standing there with her clean blonde hair cascading over the white
and blue striped cloth, and knowing she was naked underneath the
loose shirt, he found himself deeply aroused.  He had thought the
girl was pretty before, but clean and dry and dressed like this she
was simply stunning.  He looked up as she walked towards him,
stammering to find his voice.

   "I'm afraid your clothes came apart in the washing machine,
sorry.  You'll have to use the shirt until I can buy you some
clothes tomorrow."

   "It's alright, it feels good."  She stopped in front of him,
her hands clasped on her tummy, looking up at him.  "Well?"

   "Well?", he replied.

   "Time for sleep?"

   Allen felt himself blushing and blurted out, "the guest room,
I'll show you."  He felt relief at her answer, not wanting to
consider what else he thought the girl meant.  The guest room was
at the other end of the rambling house, and Laurie would be safely
isolated far from where he would be sleeping.  She was following
him as he walked down the long wood-floored hall past the living
room and kitchen to the far wing of the house.  He opened the door
to the guest suite and turned on the lights as she waited at the
entrance.  "The bathroom's in here,"  flipping on the lights and
motioning to the door.  He realized that the girl hadn't brought
her toiletries with her and started to speak, but the girl cut him
off.

   "It's too lonely down her, I don't want to sleep alone tonight.
I'll sleep with you."

   He turned to speak but there was no one to talk to.  He moved
to the door and saw the girl was walking down the hall back from
where they came.  Back to his bed.

   This is nuts, he thought.  This girl was leading him into
danger and he suspected, knew, that she was doing so deliberately.
Lonely, he thought.  She sleeps in trash bins, how lonely is that?
I'll sleep on the couch in the bedroom he thought, walking down the
hall, feeling helpless again. He turned out the lights and walked
back into the bedroom, catching the girl just getting into the
large bed, shrugging off the shirt and crawling naked between the
sheets.  Oh mother of Christ, he thought.  This is not happening.

   "Look, I'm not comfortable sleeping in the same bed, I'll sleep
over here on the couch."  She lifted her head to look at him from
the bed, as he stood in the doorway, not willing to place the next
footstep closer to the dangerous trap his bed suddenly represented.
"You won't be lonely then," he offered.

   The girl smirked at him, getting his message.  "Don't worry,
I'm tired, I just want to sleep. I'll stay way over on this side, I
won't attack you, come to bed."

   Attack me, he thought.  At least the girl had the situation
right.  Although he was aroused by the evening's events, right now
he wished he was still in Hawaii and this wasn't happening.  He
could see clearly the path laid out before him; disgrace, ruin,
jail.  All his coolness, his mature confidence was shattered by
this little girl.  We watched himself walk over to the far side of
the bed, remove his shirt and pants and climb into bed almost as an
observer.

   He lay staring at the wall, listening to the girl rustling the
sheets a few feet away from him. It was the sound that a bird hears
just before the snake strikes.  He stared at the wall trying to
think, looking for a way out before it was too late.

   "Lights?"

   Allen jumped at the girls voice.  "What?"

   "The lights, you turn them out to sleep don't you?"  He heard
her fall back into the bed, and without replying he reached up to
turn the switch on the lamp by his side.  He lay in the dark
thinking that there was no way he would sleep, his heart hammering
in his chest.  It felt strange wearing boxer shorts to bed, he
always slept in the nude.  Everything felt out of place.  Finally
sleep snuck up and surprised him as it does, and he dreamed of
being in a courtroom, naked.

   Chapter Seven

   Allen came awake later that night, and it took him a few
moments to remember where he was and what had happened.  It took a
few moments more to realize that he was no longer alone on his side
of the bed.

   Laurie had gotten up to pee in the middle of the night, and had
returned to bed and considered the situation as she was lifting the
covers to return to the warm cave she had built in them.  She made
a quick decision and walked around the end of the bed, carefully
lying next to the man and pulling the sheet and blanket over her,
perched so close to the edge she nearly rolled off at first. Very
slowly she wormed her way into the hollow of his body and made
herself comfortable.  She was already back asleep when Allen woke
up to find himself in trouble again.

   He held his breath as he realized what the girl had done.  He
could feel her warm body next to his, and could count every place
they touched; a couple of places on his leg, her shoulder on his
chest and, more than anything, her naked bottom in his lap.  He
couldn't help concentrate on the feeling and he realized with a
start that his penis was coming erect, pressing into the girl.

   He lifted his head and gradually found control of his arms,
working them between the girl and his chest to lift him up and away
from the sleeping girl, trying to find safety in the middle of the
bed, far from her body, without waking her up.  More than anything
he was afraid to confront the girl again, and desperately wished
she would stay asleep.  He held his breath as she stirred and spoke.

   "Don't leave me, keep me warm."  He could hear her moving
towards him through the sheets, and before he could protest, he
felt her arm around his neck, her nipples against his chest and her
thighs against his erection.  As if in a dream he noted her arm
moving down from his neck along his side, over his hip, brushing
over his shorts, homing in and finding his cock, squeezing it
through the thin cloth.

   "Want me to take care of that?"

   Oh Jesus, oh fucking mother of Christ, Allen thought.  The girl
was moving her hand over the shorts up and down his erection.  He
gasped out a breath, not realizing that he had been holding it for
some time.

   "Look, I . . ."

   "It's OK, I know what to do," she said.

    He was stammering, trying to find words, "Stop, look, this . .
. "

   "Ssshhh, just lay down and relax," as she pushed him over on
his back.

    Her fingers had slipped inside the shorts to free his cock
through the fly, and Allen ceased to speak as her little hand
circled his organ and began to pump.  He had about twenty seconds,
some clinical part of his mind noted, and then we're both going to
get wet.

   "Hey, we have to . . ."

   "I'll handle that too," she said, reading his mind.  He felt
her hair moving over his chest as she lifted herself off the bed
and pushed down the covers, and could see her naked body next to
his as she bent over his lap.  She resumed her pumping and waited.

   Allen's mind stopped protesting and accepted that he was about
to cum with a little girl handling his penis.  The situation had
not only gone too far to stop, he had lost the will to wish it
would.  What the hell, he heard his voice telling himself.  His
hand moved over the girl's back and down, cupping her warm bottom
as she crouched over him.

   His release was on him before he could even absorb the feeling
of the naked girl in his hand, and before he could warn her, the
girl's head swooped down and his stomach was draped with her hair
as her mouth engulfed his erection and he shot into her, spurt
after spurt, thrusting his hips up to meet her lips and thrashing
his head in the sheets.

   When it was over he felt her mouth leave his penis with a
sucking sound, and she was back in his arms, tucking herself
against his side, reaching back to replace his hand on her bottom,
and then grasping his spent organ again, lightly squeezing and
stroking it.  He could feel her breath against his chest and her
hair on his arm.  Allen lay back as if shot.

   "Do you need a drink of water?" he asked.  He was amazed to
hear his voice, surprised to be able to speak, unaware of where the
thought came from.

   "Just had a drink, thanks.  You sure had a lot in you.  It
doesn't taste bad you know."

   Allen couldn't think of anything to say in reply.

   "Rub my bottom and back, feels good," she said.

   His hand was like a stone on the girl's bottom, and he couldn't
really feel any sensation at all for a time.  He was focused on his
penis, which was still hard in her hand, and not growing any
softer.  She was moving down around his balls and back up the shaft
idly, stopping to squeeze it every few strokes.  She would reach
the head of the cock and run her open palm over it, then enclose
the head in her fingers and stroke back down the shaft again.  He
realized that the overwhelming concern in his mind at the moment
was that she might stop.

   After a time he concentrated on the feeling of her warm bottom
cheeks and smooth back as he stroked them.  He wasn't in a very
good position, with the girl tucked into the crook of his arm, but
he didn't wish to move and disturb what the girl was doing to him.
He allowed his hand to reach between her bottom cheeks and the girl
responded by lifting her leg over his.

   He ran his hand down the girl's bottom to her thigh, and then
back again, letting his fingers reach between her legs, brushing
her vaginal lips on his way back to her bottom.  After doing so
again, he stopped, his fingers dipping between her legs to feel the
curve of her lips as they disappeared underneath her.  He was
immersed in the feelings of the moment, his resolve shattered.

   The girl stirred and raised her head, "I don't mind if you want
to touch me, but not tonight, OK?"

   "Sorry."

   "You can have me in the morning, I'm sleepy, rub my back?"

   Laurie relinquished her hold on his cock and rolled over on her
side, her back to him.  He regretted losing the sensation, but felt
a certain sense of relief in being able to move.  He lay on his
side and felt his erection poking the girl as he began to rub her
back.  She didn't move away from the contact, so he pressed his
cock against her side as he stroked her.

   He pulled a pillow under his head as he regarded her form
beside him, the light being sufficient to see her blonde hair
spread over her shoulders, the smooth white flesh of her back and
the sudden swell of her bottom.  He gently massaged her back
muscles, working up to the shoulders, brushing the hair away so he
could knead the flesh there.  He felt the girl stretch and settle
into the bed as he worked.  After a while he heard her breathing
become deep and even, and he realized she was asleep.  He allowed
himself the pleasure of one more feel of her bottom before lifting
the sheet and blanket over them.

   It was several hours until morning, but he was still tense and
active.  His mind wanted to go over about a thousand things all at
once.  There was the legal situation to consider.  He had just
committed a serious felony.  If this girl spoke of the incident to
anyone, everything he owned, all his comforts and possessions would
vanish.

   Then there was the experience itself.  In his entire life he
had never done anything remotely as exciting.  Not only did she
touch him and allow herself to be touched in turn, he had cum in
her mouth and she had sucked out every drop without complaint, or
even much notice.  He never believed anything like this was
remotely possible in his wildest fantasies.  Finally there were the
girl's words, which may as well been written in fire for the impact
they had; "you can have me in the morning."  His cock was throbbing
at their promise.

   Somehow the afterglow of his orgasm broke through the careening
thoughts and once again sleep crept out of the corner and covered
him up, as he lay with the girl in the night.

   Chapter Eight

   Allen woke with a start, the girl still curled up by his side.
It was about seven in the morning, and he had slept longer than
usual.  The day was getting started on the river, and he heard the
whine of a boat passing by.  The girl stayed asleep as he crept out
of bed and threw on a robe, walking out to the kitchen.  He sat at
the table and thought for awhile.

   She would need some breakfast, he realized, and there was
little in the house to eat.  He had planned on grocery shopping
later that day, but now he had other problems to deal with.  He
decided to drive out to the highway to a convenience store and pick
up a few things, so he crept back into the bedroom and dressed,
leaving a note for the girl that he would be back in a few minutes.
She was still sleeping soundly when he left.

   The sky was blue and the sun was bright as he hit the road, the
water from last night's storm steaming up from the surrounding
hills.  He soon arrived at the store and bought some sticky buns
and orange juice and was headed back before he had time to think
what to do.  Before he reached his drive, he pulled over and turned
off the car.

   First, feed the girl, he thought.  Second, find out her clothes
size and buy her enough things to get her through the day, at
least.  He realized that meant driving into Spokane again, and
leaving the girl alone for several hours, as he didn't want to risk
buying a complete set of girl's clothes in one of the small towns
in the area.  It probably wasn't risky, but he didn't want to take
the chance.  After she was dressed . . . then what?

   He thought of the various alternatives.  The police were out.
He had gone too far with the girl, and her threat now had some
substance.  He berated himself for being an idiot and giving into
her in the city last night.  Of course if I hadn't, he thought . .
. you wouldn't have been jerked off by the naked girl, he answered
himself.  And no matter what he planned, there was one overriding
thought dominating his mind; "you can have me in the morning," the
girl had said.

  The best he could figure in the end was to give her a lot of
money and put her up in a motel while he found an apartment for
her, something of that sort.  He really didn't have any firm plan
in his mind as he finished the drive and walked back into his
house, carrying the bag from the store.

  The girl was still sleeping, and he sat on the bed and watched
her for a time.  She was so beautiful, he thought again to himself.
He jumped in his skin as she stirred and opened her eyes.

   "Hi," she said, yawning.

   "I have some breakfast for you."

   "Hmmm, that's nice, thank you.  Let me go to the bathroom first."

   Before he could turn away, Laurie pulled off the covers,
revealing her naked body again, and casually sat on the edge of the
bed, leaning down to pick up the shirt.  Allen stood up and looked
away, embarrassed.

    He heard her bathroom door close and walked back to the
kitchen to heat up the rolls, his mind blank.  He was just pulling
the plate out of the microwave when she came in and sat down.

   "I could only get these cinnamon rolls and some orange juice,
sorry."

   "They look yummy, thanks."

   "You'll have to write down your clothes sizes for me, all I
could get off your clothes was your shoe size."

   "Hmmm," she replied, her mouth full of roll.  He took it as a
yes.

   They didn't speak as they ate, and after the girl finished she
picked up the plates and rinsed them in the sink, drying her hands
on a towel.  She walked over and took him by the hand.

   "Come on."

   "Where?" he asked.

   "Back to bed.  I promised."

   Chapter Nine

   Allen allowed himself to be led by the girl back to the
bedroom, making feeble protests in his mind that went nowhere.
There was no way he had the will to turn down this invitation.
Laurie pulled the shirt over her head and climbed onto the bed,
waiting for him to follow, lying naked on top of the covers.

   He stared at the girl while he quickly undressed.  She was
lying on her back, her hands folded on her stomach, smiling at him,
as if she was enjoying watching him strip.  When he was done he lay
down on the bed next to her, staring at the ceiling, unwilling to
make the next move. Laurie made it for him, rolling over on her
side and grasping his penis, squeezing and pulling on it.  Allen
thought she was going to give him a hand job again, which was fine
with him, but apparently she had something else in mind.

   "Do you have some hand cream?" she asked.

   "That's OK, it feels alright."

   "Good," she laughed, "but it's for me."

   "For you?"

   "To make it go in easier."

   The girl was suggesting he enter her?  She was too small, Allen
thought, maybe a virgin.

   "No, I couldn't, you don't need to do that, you're too young,"
he said.

   "Do you have some lotion or not?" she persisted.

   "In the top drawer."  In fact he had both hand lotion and
lubricant, as one of his favorite games with the escorts was to
come between their breasts.  He didn't like condoms, so he left
their privates alone, satisfying himself in other ways.  She
selected the lotion from the drawer, and he gasped as the girl
spread the cold liquid on his cock.

   She moved her hand over it quicker now, jacking it up and down
until it was stiff and throbbing.  She was straddling him and
guiding his penis between her legs before he could think, and he
lifted his head to watch as she slowly impaled herself on him,
coming to rest with her pussy lips in his pubic hair, leaning
forward on her arms and knees.  She adjusted her position and began
to rock herself back and forth.

   Allen could feel his cock stretching the girl as she moved.  It
was good as he ever imagined, the tight little pussy gripping his
cock hard in its warm sheath.  He reached for her bottom and
grabbed her cheeks, helping her keep the strokes even.  He looked
up at her and saw she was smiling, biting her lip in concentration
as she moved.

   The sight of the tiny girl on top of him was making him crazy
with lust, and he felt his cock already swelling, getting ready to
cum.  If I'm going to do this, I want it to last, he thought, so he
shut his eyes and concentrated on his hands, enjoying the feeling
of her, stroking her bottom and back.  He could feel his cock relax
a bit, and thrust himself lightly back to meet her motions, keeping
himself on edge but forcing her to work slowly and evenly, pulling
every bit of sensation from the moment.

   After a few minutes he opened his eyes to look again, thrilling
to the sight of his organ working in and out between her bare pussy
lips, moving his eyes up to her little nipples and then to her
face, lost in falling waves of her hair.  He brushed the hair
aside, and saw she was straining a bit, breathing harder.  I'll do
the work, he thought, and lifted her off by her waist, rolling her
over on the bed onto her stomach.

   He grabbed a pillow and pulled her hips up, placing the pillow
underneath.  Her ass was now elevated off the bed, and her pussy
lips were sticking out from behind.  He put some more lotion on his
cock and moved behind her, cock in hand.

   "I'll take it easy," he assured her.

   "I'm fine, you can rub my back if you like."

   He ran the tip of his cock over her ass and pussy, and the girl
shivered as it bumped over her anus.  He parted her lips and
started to sink inside, feeling her flesh expand as the head pushed
its way in.  He rested on his knees and rocked himself in and out,
rubbing his hands over her bottom and onto her back.  He turned off
his mind and allowed himself to get lost in the sensations, trying
to forget he was fucking an eight year-old girl.

   He was keeping himself right on the edge of cumming and it was
delicious.  The girl was reacting as well, her bottom pushing back
into him.  Her head was resting on its side, and she he could see
her mouth open, panting softly as he rubbed her back and shoulders.

   He could feel himself slipping over the edge as his cock
swelled inside her, and pulled his hands down to squeeze her
bottom, pulling her towards him, thrusting faster into the tight
girl. He tried to open his mind to the experience as he came, fully
aware of the incredible position he was in.  He felt his cock spurt
a little, and held himself deep inside her, pushing the tip back
and forth a little as the first rush of cum shot into to her,
grunting and moaning and gripping the girl's bottom as he emptied
himself.  Just at the end he noticed her body tense up and felt his
cock being gripped by a spasm of her own.

   When it was over he remained inside her, enjoying the feeling
of his cock bathed in his own cum, deep in the girl.  He stroked
her back and bottom gently, rubbing away the marks from his fingers
where he had grabbed her cheeks.  Laurie was breathing deeply, her
hair covering her face.  He reached up to brush it aside, and saw
she was smiling with her eyes closed, a contented look on her face.

   "Are you OK? he asked.

   "Hmmmm."

   "Sorry I squeezed you so hard," he said, rubbing her bottom.

   "I didn't mind, it felt good."

   "I should get going, it's getting late."

   "Don't leave me yet, rub my back some more, you feel good
inside me."

   "It didn't hurt?"

   "No, I'm fine."

   He paused before asking her the question on his mind.  "How is
that you weren't a virgin, you're so young?"

   Laurie told him about her mother, her life as a heroin addict's
daughter and her experiences with men.  He felt sorry for the poor
girl, and ashamed for how he had treated her, no longer excited to
be inside her.  He was going limp as he pulled out, grabbing some
tissues from a drawer and patting them into her behind.  He sat on
the edge of the bed and stared at the floor, feeling rotten about
himself.

   The girl pushed herself up and rubbed the tissues between her
legs, depositing them in a wastebasket next to the bed.  She sat
next to him and put her hand on his thigh.

   "Don't feel sorry," she said, reading his mind.  "You didn't
hurt me, I'm fine.  I didn't mind really, I liked it."

   "I'm sorry, it wasn't right.  You're too young."

   "I'm old enough to know what I like.  I loved it when you
rubbed my back while you were inside."

   "You sure you're OK?"

   "Positive.  I'm going to take a shower, then I'll write down my
clothes sizes for you."

   He watched her walk to the bathroom, carrying his shirt, quite
unconcerned that her naked bottom was on display for him.  She
turned around at the doorway and looked back.

   "Allen?"

   "Yes?"

   "Thanks for helping me.  You're a nice man."  She smiled at him
and closed the bathroom door, leaving him still sitting on the bed.

   "I'm a jerk," he said out loud to himself.  As he showered and
shaved he thought about the night with the girl, feeling a little
better about himself as he realized how the girl had seduced him.
She's after something, he thought, probably money.  That wasn't a
concern with him, he didn't care how much she wanted.  He was
anxious to get this over with now, to buy her the clothes, get home
and figure out what to do with her.  He smirked at himself in the
mirror as he rinsed his face.  Or what she's going to do with me,
he thought.

   Laurie was dressed in his shirt again when he came out,
standing in the front doorway, looking through the screen door at
the river and yard outside.

   "It's beautiful, can I walk around while you're gone?" she asked.

   "Sure, there's no one living near enough to see into the
property.  Just watch for boats coming in close to shore. "

   "I'll be careful."

   She followed him to the back and watched him get into the car
and drive away, waving at him from the doorway.  It was going to be
a long day, he thought.


   Chapter Ten

   Laurie got to work as soon as the Lexus disappeared down the
drive.  She briefly considered stealing what she could from the
house and getting out of there, but she had no clothes at all, and
besides, there were bigger fish to fry here.  She sipped orange
juice and walked down the main hall, taking in the lush
appointments and the fine wood panelling of the large house.  She
didn't have to know real estate to realize that several hundred
feet of prime river frontage was worth a fortune.  She could see a
large cabin cruiser resting in a boat slip through the front
window, and paused to admire the view, the sun sparkling on the
water of the broad river through the trees, the blue sky above.
This was living large, she thought, remembering the phrase from
somewhere.  Beats sleeping in a dumpster, she thought.

   She sat in a huge soft couch in the living room and considered
the situation.  She had guessed right about Allen, and seducing him
last night had been easy.  Laurie didn't care about being used for
sex, it had happened before in much less comfortable circumstances,
usually in the smelly bed of her mother's latest low-rent apartment
with some scumbag who paid money for the privilege.  She didn't
dislike Allen anyway, he was very gentle and loving and had treated
her well this morning.  She even enjoyed the experience, which was
a first.  The question was what could be gained.

   Laurie had really lucked into something here, and was
determined to exploit the man for whatever she could.  He was rich,
that was clear.  And he was frightened of what she could do to him.
Probably nothing, she thought, before last night.  Her threat to
lie about being abused in his car wouldn't have stood up.  If he
had dumped her at the police station she would be in the hands of
some child protection agency this morning, instead of the lap of
luxury.

   But now that he had given in and allowed her to stay with him,
much less sleep naked with her and then sex, well, a story like
that could be backed up.  There would be evidence.  She could
describe his body for example, the scar on his stomach, even the
shape and size of his penis.  She knew what the word "forensics"
meant.  A swab of her vagina would be deadly to the man right about
now.

   Then there was the roach she found in the living room ashtray.
One sniff confirmed that the man wasn't into rolling his own, it
was pot for sure.  She knew the difference between drugs like
heroin and marijuana, and had even smoked some herself a few times.
But she guessed that in Idaho it was a serious offense, especially
combined with having sex with a minor.  She felt confident, in
control.

   Time to get busy, she thought, and started to explore the
house.  She struck gold in a large study off the living room, a
lovely room looking out to the river with a library of books and
magazines, and a computer station with shelves of papers and
documents.  She scanned the books on the shelves out of curiosity,
being a voracious reader herself.  Some of these she had read, but
what really caught her interest was an oversized book tucked into a
shelf of large books with it's spine turned in, calling attention
to itself by being hidden in this amateurish way.

   She pulled it out and smiled when she opened the book to reveal
art photographs of naked young girls by someone named David
Hamilton.  Apparently the book was legal, the sticker on the cover
said "Barnes and Noble", but it confirmed everything she had
suspected about Allen. She saluted herself with a smug
congratulatory smile; gotcha, she thought.  The book had fallen
open to the page most often looked at, she suspected, a picture of
a girl about her age, lying back in bed with her legs spread wide,
a strip of diaphanous cloth just hiding the lips of her vagina,
with the upper white mound of bare white skin fully visible.  It
was practically pornographic.

   Replacing the book, she turned to the desk and computer station
and started rifling through papers.  It didn't take long until she
was able to assemble an idea of what the man was all about. Oh, he
was rich all right.  Just in the two brokerage account statements
she scanned there was over ten million, and it appeared that there
were many other investments of various types she didn't understand,
but didn't need to; they meant money and lots of it.  Then there
was the house in Hawaii on the island of Kauai, a picture of which
was mounted on the wall, an aerial shot showing the estate on a
long white beach.

   From a photo album she learned a great deal about Allen's
personal life, both from what the album contained and what it
lacked.  There were the usual wedding photos and the pictures of
him and the handsome woman, Julia had been her name, on vacation in
various places.  The funeral notices and visitor book tucked into
the back of the album told her that he had been single now for just
less than ten years, and apparently had been alone during that
time.  There were no pictures of him with any other women or even
with friends.  Either he was a natural loner or the experience of
losing his wife had made him one.  No children, no obvious relatives.

   As Laurie read more and learned about the man, an idea began to
form in her head.  At first she dismissed it as being crazy, but
the more she considered it, the more it made sense.  This might not
be just a one-shot deal, a way to score some money and get back on
the road in better style.  She envied Allen for what he had.  This
house, the river and the place in Kauai, they were lovely, and she
wished she could live here, even with the man pawing her nightly.
She put the things back where she found them and walked into the
kitchen to refresh her juice, deep in thought.

   She looked for something to eat in the fridge, but there was
nothing but milk, pop, juice and several bottles of condiments,
catsup and mustard and such.  The freezer was full of packages,
boxes of shrimp and steak she could see from the labels, and
various other meats, but nothing she could eat now.  She scrounged
the cupboards and found some crackers that were old and stale.

   After looking around the house, she walked outside to take in
the sights of the river and yard. She tried to find something else
to wear, but it was hopeless.  None of the man's pants or shorts
would even begin to stay on her hips, and in the end she settled
for the shirt she was wearing. If anyone saw her they would assume
a bathing suit was underneath, she thought.

   As she sauntered down the path to the river she considered the
man himself.  Allen was about fifty, not too tall and in good
shape, a little soft in the tummy.  He was handsome enough for a
man his age, with a full head of light sandy hair bleached by the
sun, with little or no gray. He was gentle and kind, and clearly
liked her, or least lusted after her body.  She sat on the beach
watching clouds gliding overhead and listening to the buzzing
sounds of insects and the twittering of birds as the river and land
warmed to the early summer sun.  She let her thoughts go on hold
for awhile as she bathed in the yellow light.

   The sound of a boat motor broke her reverie and she watched as
a couple of men in a small craft with fishing poles cruised by, and
she waved to them as they looked her way.  They waved back,
friendly, unconcerned, and passed on.

   There would be the sex to consider, Laurie thought, her mind
returning to the problem at hand. His penis wasn't large and hadn't
hurt her this morning, that was a plus.  A couple of the men her
mother had sold her body to had cocks that were too big for
comfort, and she had been sore for days afterwards.  His penis was
clean, she had noted, like the man and his possessions.  Neat and
tidy, easily managed.  Sucking his cock and allowing him to
penetrate her would not be a real chore.  She might even grow to
like it.  Being fucked from the rear this morning had been pleasant
enough, especially as he massaged her back and shoulders.  She
remembered the warm feeling as his hands moved on her, and the
little explosion in her body just as he filled her with his cum.

   She got up from the beach and walked back up the yard on a path
which wandered into the woods to follow a small stream as it met
the river.  Laurie was almost ignorant of the beauty around her as
she walked, deep in thought, considering a plan.  It just might work.

   Chapter Eleven

   Allen in the meantime was lost in thought as well, of a
different sort.  As he fought the traffic of a hot day in Spokane,
his brain was in turmoil.  Everything was dangerous, so far as he
could see.  First there was the immediate problem of buying clothes
for the girl.  How would it look for a lone man buying little
girl's clothes, blouses and pants, socks and shoes and, shuddering
at the thought, panties?

    In the end he decided Kmart was the best bet, get lost with
the low-rent crowd, where hopefully he could bury the purchases in
other mundane household goods without being noticed. The checkout
clerk didn't give him a second look as she bagged the articles, and
he regretted the other junk he had thrown in the cart for cover,
and was now stuffing into the back of the car. He got back in the
car and sat for a moment collecting himself, letting the air
conditioner kick in as the motor idled.

   Allen had crossed the line, and was in no man's land, he knew.
Laurie had him by the balls, quite literally.  He thought of going
to an attorney in town and confessing his indiscretions, looking
for some legal way out.  That was nuts, he realized, what could a
lawyer do now?  The girl was still in his house, no doubt still
wearing his shirt, and what was he supposed to do about that?  He
even considered killing the child, imagining himself dumping her
body in the river and flying back to Hawaii for the summer, lying
low, but he knew he couldn't do such a thing.

   For the last ten years he had been in tight control of himself
and his emotions, lost in the day-to-day details of his life,
building and furnishing the place on the Pend Oreille river,
looking after his other properties, keeping himself away from
having to deal with other people.  He had the money to be able to
afford isolation, and he had been happy in his way.

   Now the whole world seemed against him, every light turning red
as he crawled down Division Street, trying to get on the highway to
Newport and back to whatever waited for him at home. He would give
the child some money, and would take her back to Spokane, that
seemed to be the best solution.  Whatever she wanted, just get her
the hell out of there, then batten the hatches and leave town
immediately, take a plane to wherever, not even to Hawaii, just get
gone, hope the girl would move on and forget about him.

   Or, some part of him thought, maybe . . .

   No, that was stupid, crazy, he had to put those thoughts out of
his head.  Yes, the sex with the girl had been the best thing he
had ever experienced in his life, there was no denying that.  But
to even consider trying to prolong the relationship, that was flat-
out madness.  His cock apparently was being controlled by some
other part of his mind and was stiff and hot in his pants.

Knock it off, he addressed it, I can't even think about it.

   But now it was all he could think about as he drove, the girl's
bottom in his hands, the sight of his shaft sinking between them as
his hands stroked her back, her fine blonde hair, her small smooth
legs and her holy of holies, hairless, white, soft, perfect.

   As he drove his anticipation grew with his confusion, and when
he finally pulled into his driveway he had resolved nothing in his
head, perfectly balanced between desperation and lust. He parked
the car in back of the house and turned it off, listening to the
ticking of the cooling motor as he waited for whatever fate was
going to do to him in the form of the girl, now watching him from
the kitchen window, wondering why he was still sitting in the car,
and then smiling, guessing all.

   Chapter Twelve

   Allen finally got out of the car and retrieved his purchases
from the trunk as she came outside to help, still dressed in the
loose shirt.  Damn she looks good, he thought.  The thought of her
naked under the shirt was making him crazy with desire, and he was
losing the battle in his mind.

   They piled the sacks on the kitchen table and Laurie started to
go through the clothes, sorting them by type and pulling the tags
off, making comments as she worked.

   She opened a box with Nike's inside, "These are nice, did you
remember socks?"

   "They're in one of the bags.  I just bought white to go along
with the shoes.  What about the blouses and pants, do you think
they'll fit OK?"

   "Let's find out," and before he could say anything she pulled
the shirt over her head and stood naked before him, unbuttoning a
blouse to try it on.

   "I wish you wouldn't do that."

   "You didn't mind this morning."

   "I've been thinking about that, and I want to apologize.  It
wasn't right."

   "It's aright, I didn't mind.  Do you want me again?  I want to
eat first, everything's frozen, do you cook for yourself?  I'm not
very good".

   "I haven't done grocery shopping yet," he said absently,
thinking only of what she had said. Do I want you again?  No, he
decided, time to cut the cord.

  "Look, we need to talk, I want you to leave.  I'll give you some
money and then you should go.  I'll drive you back to Spokane
tonight, put you up in a motel, whatever you want."

   "I don't think so.  I've decided to stay," she answered.

   "What?"

   "I'm going to be your daughter for awhile, maybe for a long
time.  Does this look nice?"

   Allen turned to look at the girl, who was wearing a white
blouse with blue cutoff shorts, and generally looking about as cute
as anything in the world had a right to.

   "What the hell are you talking about?"

   "I been doing some thinking too, while you were gone.  You're
nice, and you have lots of money.  You like little girls I noticed
as well.  Mmmm, I saw your library, very naughty."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I told you, I went through your library room.  I'm sorry about
your wife, she was pretty."

   "Never mind my wife, what were you doing looking through my
things?"

   "Scheming."

   "I told you I would give you money, what do you want?"

   Laurie was sitting on the floor pulling on some socks and
testing the shoes, which fit well with the rest of the outfit.

   "We'll have to go out again, I'll need more clothes than these.
And I'll need toys, and books and a bicycle."

   "What the hell do you mean?"

   She looked up at him and sighed in an exasperated tone.  "If
I'm going to pose as your daughter, I'll have to look the part.
I'll need a room in the house, and it will have to look like a girl
lives there.  Besides, I want all that stuff, I never had it, and I
want friends, and I want to go to school."

   "I don't need a daughter."

   "Well, I don't need a father either, not really.  But you'll
do, you're nice."

   "What makes you think I'll go along with this?"

   "Because I'll be your lover, silly."  She walked around the
kitchen, testing the shoes, and went back to the table to examine
more of the clothes he bought.  "What about dinner?"

   "My lover?" he asked.

   "Yes, your lover.  You can have me when you want, and I'll get
to be your daughter.  That's the deal.  Can we have steak?  I never
get to eat steak."

   Allen collapsed into a chair and put his head in his hands,
groaning.  "You can't be my daughter, I don't have a daughter, how
am I suppose to explain you?"

  "Explain me to who?" she replied.  "You don't have a wife, you
don't have any kids, it doesn't even look like you have any friends
that I could see, no letters or anything."

  "It's not nice to go through people's things, you know."

  "Am I going to get a spanking?" she laughed, sticking out her
butt.  "We'll talk after dinner, I'm hungry.  Let's have some
steak, come on Allen."

   "It can't work, you're crazy."

   "Oops, sorry, I mean Daddy."

   Allen lowered his head to the table and covered it with his
hands.  "Stop it, please."

   Laurie came over to him and hugged his back.  "Come on, think
about it, I have.  But I'm really hungry, let's get some dinner and
then we'll talk about it, OK?"

   Allen felt rather like a child being comforted by an adult, so
he shrugged off her embrace and held her arms.  "Look, even if I
got away with it, I'm used to living alone.  Having a kid around
would make me crazy."

   She just laughed.  "Pulleease, I don't want to hang around with
an old man either, I mean, an older man, you know what I mean."

   "I'm thirty seven, I'm not old."

   "Sorry."  She hesitated.  "You look a little older than thirty
seven, no offense."

   "It's a joke from a movie, sorry, I do that a lot.  I'm fifty.
And I don't need a lover or a daughter."

   "I'll stay at the far end of the house, you won't even know I'm
here if you don't want.  I'll come and go as I please.  Can we eat
now?"

   Allen wanted to continue to argue, but he yielded and pulled a
couple of steaks from the freezer while the girl moved her clothing
out of the kitchen and teased him from the living room, trying on
one thing after another, even the panties, giving him a show while
he worked. Although he was nearly in shock and was preparing the
food by instinct, he had to admit the girl had a point, sneaking a
glance at her.

   He tried to think of the people in his life that would need an
explanation.  He had a few old friends he corresponded with, but he
really didn't see them anymore, certainly no one came to his house,
either here or in Kauai.  There had been a couple of women he had
dated in Hawaii, but no one he was seeing currently, and his sex
life consisted of escorts, none of whom visited frequently enough
to question anything about his living situation.

   She would need a birth certificate and a Social Security
number, but that was easy enough, she could simply use her own
name.  Lot's of people named their kids using the wife's last name
these days.

   School was possible, he thought, watching her pulling up a pair
of jeans that were apparently too small to fit.  He would just take
her down to the local school in Kauai and enroll her.  They would
want records of her previous schooling, but if she didn't have any
he could say she had been home schooled or something of that sort.
She seemed bright enough anyway, probably third grade wouldn't be a
chore.

   Right now she seemed to be smarter than he was, he realized.
He didn't even know what he was doing.  He looked around and saw
that he had defrosted the steaks in the microwave and had put
frozen french fries in the oven.  There were plates on the table
and silverware, and the grill was heating up on the stove.  He
couldn't recall doing any of it.

   The more he considered it, the more it seemed possible.  He
turned to the other part of her arrangement.  She said she would be
his lover.  What exactly did she mean by that?  He was calmer now,
and was starting to accept the possibilities, and his desire began
to express its needs. What could he do with the girl, what would
she allow?  She said he could have her when he wanted.  Anytime?
Or would she impose some sort of schedule?  Would she want money?
How much?  What happened when she got older?  She couldn't stay
forever, she had a life to live, though up to this point it didn't
appear to have much promise.

   Laurie had settled on the first blouse and cutoffs she had
tried on.  She spoke to him from the living room as she collected
the empty bags and other junk.  "The jeans were too small, but most
of the other stuff was OK.  Can you take me into town tomorrow?
Where do I put this?"

   Allen turned around and saw she was standing in the kitchen
holding the wadded-up bags.

   "In the garbage, behind that door.  We can drive to Spokane, I
wouldn't want to trust Sandpoint, it's a small town, and I wouldn't
want people to talk.  Maybe some of them have noticed me in town."

   Laurie sat at the table while the steaks sizzled on the grill,
drinking from a can of pop she had retrieved from the fridge.

   "So, sounds like you have gotten used to the idea.  Any
problems?" she asked.

   "Lot's of problems.  What else do you want?"

   She laughed, "nothing you can't afford."

   Allen finished cooking the steaks and pulled the fries from the
oven, and they ate for awhile in silence.  Laurie ate most of the
fries, smothering them in catsup, and all of her steak, while he
merely picked at his food, his head not into dinner at the moment.
She scraped off the dishes while he sat thinking, and when he
looked up she was sitting across from him, resting her head on one
arm and watching him.

   "Well?", she asked.

   "Well what?"

   "You know, you have some questions for me about the other thing."

   "The other thing?"

   She shook her head, "Come on, about doing it with me."

   "Alright, what do you mean I can have you?"

   "Just what I said, you can have sex with me when you want."

   "Whenever I want?"

   "Within reason, I don't expect you'll want to pull me out of
school to do it on the playground," she giggled.

   "No.  But what about you, I mean, will you go along?"

   "You mean will I play with it and suck it and be nice?"

   "Something like that."

   "I'll be very nice, I promise, whatever you want.  You want to
tie me up, spank me, anything like that?  I know what men like."

   "Maybe, I don't know."

   "Just so I don't get hurt, you can do as you please, that's the
deal."

   "And the catch?"

    She laughed again,  "Well, it stops if I choose when I go to
college, which you pay for, a good one, with a nice room and a car,
and then you give me some money and put me in your will, not all of
it, say a tenth.  That's all."

   "That's all, I just make a complete stranger my heir, someone
who was about to sleep in a dumpster last night."

   "That's not nice, and besides, who were you going to give it to
anyway?"

   Allen stopped to think that one over.  It was true, he had no
family, and his will called for his money to go to charity, the
Idaho and Kauai properties to a nature group.

   "What if it doesn't work out?" he asked.

   "Then we make another deal, you give me some money and I go
away."

   "How did you get so smart anyway, you sure you're eight?"

   "Eight and a half," she corrected.  Going on twenty five, Allen
thought.

   "Will you sleep with me at night?" he asked.

   "Whenever you want."

   They sat silent for a moment while Allen considered the girl's
proposition.  He went over the next few months in his mind,
considering all the places he would have to take the girl.  There
was the school, a dentist he supposed, and a doctor, but none of it
seemed to be a real problem. Her promise to please him sexually was
a fair trade as far as he was concerned, never mind what his penis
was thinking, that was obvious by the heat in his lap.  It would be
expensive, but he had more than he needed, far more.

   Then there was the girl to consider.  She was beautiful, and
beyond smart for her age.  Her hard life had made her a capable
person, certainly to come up with the bargain she proposed, which
was not only clever, it revealed that she had sized up his
inclinations accurately, correctly guessing that he could be
manipulated in this fashion.  The question was whether he could
trust her.

  She had led him on from the start, he realized, and he had let
her.  All for the possibility of possessing her naked body.  And
she was right, it was worth it to him, nothing about her manner
made him desire touching her any less.  The more he thought about
it, the more he realized it could be a dream come true for him, of
sorts.  The girl was tough and streetwise, but she was also
cheerful and bright, good company.  He realized it really didn't
matter if he trusted her or not.  She was already in control anyway.

   He looked over at her, still waiting for his answer.  She
raised her eyebrows in question.

   "OK, OK.  What the hell," Allen said, with a resigned sigh.
"We'll try it, see how it goes."

   Laurie beamed and reached out her hand, "shake on it then."

   "You're not going to screw me, are you little girl?"

   She laughed, "probably every few hours for awhile.  You want me
to take a blood oath or something?  What do you have to lose?"

   Just everything, he thought, but shrugged and reached for her
hand, and she pumped it.  She got up from her chair and came around
to his side of the table and sat herself in his lap, kissed him and
played with his hair.

"Daddy," she said, "want to play with me?"

   Chapter Thirteen

   Allen didn't care at the moment whether this relationship was
going to work or not, as for now it give him license to do anything
he wanted with the little girl.  He was determined to take
advantage of it, starting with her still sitting in his lap.  She
didn't seem to mind at all as he pulled his cock free from his
shorts and put her hand on it, squeezing and pulling on it for him,
while she shifted her hips to give her better access.

   He unbuttoned her blouse and spent some time licking and
kissing her nipples, and then stood her up on the kitchen floor,
sitting in front of her and slowing stripping her of her clothes.
He left the panties for last, and spent long moments enjoying the
feel of the girl in the soft cotton, slipping his hands under the
elastic to feel her bottom.  Before he pulled them down he squeezed
her pussy lips together and kissed them through the fabric, getting
a giggle out of her.

   He pulled the panties to her thighs and kissed her pussy again
as it was bared, and let his tongue trace the smooth, white flesh
of the lips.  He tucked his tongue between them and felt her little
clitoris in its hood, and after flicking it a few times, felt it
stiffen while Laurie squirmed and giggled.

   "Does that feel good?" he asked.

   "Hmmm, it tickles, but it's nice."

   "Want me to do it some more?"

   "OK, but don't tickle as much."

   "Like this?" He put his tongue back between her pussy lips, but
rather than flick at it with the tip, he smoothed the flat surface
of his tongue over her clitoris, bringing some moisture into his
mouth.  Laurie seemed to like that better, putting her hands on the
back of his head and spreading her legs.  He curled his tongue a
bit, surrounding the hood with soft wet flesh, and ran it back and
forth in and out of her lips.  She flexed her hips, and when he
glanced up he saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth open
slightly.

   He put more pressure to bear, and kissed her pussy lips at the
bottom of each stroke as he moved his tongue in and out.  He was
rewarded by feeling Laurie grab his hair and tense up, getting a
little soft grunt out her before she pulled away from his mouth.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, resting
his head against her tummy, stroking her bottom.

   "Sorry, you want to do it some more?" she asked.

   "Too intense?"

   "I guess.  I'm OK now, you want to lick it again?"

   "Later, right now I think it's my turn."

   Laurie didn't need any prompting, she giggled and kneeled on
the floor in front of him and he spread his legs as she sunk her
mouth over his cock.  She had obviously done this before, but
wasn't really very good, so he helped her with suggestions, how to
use her lips and tongue, how fast to go, what to do with her hands,
and she complied.

   Within a few minutes she was giving him the fits, running her
tongue over the tip as he asked, then sinking her lips over the
head and taking it all in with a slurp, using her tongue to wrap
around the shaft as one hand cupped his balls and the other
surrounded the base of his penis, squeezing and pumping it when her
mouth raised up to the tip again.

   He was going to come he knew, but he suddenly felt a need to be
inside the girl, and picked her up off the floor, carrying her to
the living room couch.  He sat back in the soft cushions and pulled
her onto his lap.  He stuck a finger inside her and finding her
moist, pulled her hips down on his penis, thrilling to the feeling
of the head first tickling the inner lips and then being surrounded
by her warm pussy as she sat down on it.

   He looked up at her to make sure she was alright, and she was
smiling down at him, seeming to be enjoying the experience, or at
least not minding it.  She adjusted her position and settled all
the way down onto him, straddling him on her knees as his hands
cupped her bottom.

   "You OK?" he asked.

   "Sure, you want me to go up and down on it?"

   "In the worst way."

   Laurie smiled, placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted
herself up and down on his cock while he guided her bottom with his
hands.  Allen lay his head back into the cushions and let himself
get lost in the feeling of his cock being worked by her pussy,
closing his eyes to concentrate.

   He was almost surprised when he opened his eyes and beheld the
vision in front of him.  For a moment he had almost forgotten about
the incredible situation he was in, but the sight of her tiny, flat-
chested body impaled on his penis brought it all back.

   Laurie's head was tipped down, her eyes watching what was
happening below her, and her hair was falling forward, framing her
face.  God she was cute, he thought.  He watched her face for any
traces that she was upset or being hurt by the experience, but she
was smiling, as if satisfied with her performance as she pumped
herself up and down.

   He followed her eyes back down to his lap, where his cock was
appearing and vanishing between her white lips.  He could feel his
fingers inside the crack of her bottom as both hands cupped the
full swell of each of her cheeks.  It was too much to take in at
once, and it was making him desperate to cum inside her.  He leaned
back into the couch again and thrust his hips up to meet her,
increasing the speed, his hands gripping her bottom, urging her on.

   He could feel her struggling to keep up and felt his penis
start to grab at her insides a bit.  She was losing her lubrication
and he wasn't going to be able to finish this way.  He started to
say something, but the girl was already lifting herself off,
settling on her knees again, with his cock back in her mouth.

   She slurped and pumped it rapidly, seeming to know he was
ready, and within a few strokes he began to spurt, thrusting his
hips up to meet her, almost banging into her face.  His cock was
aching as he came, the girl giving him no mercy, still thrashing at
the tip even as splashed her tongue with cum.

   "Oh God, Laurie, easy, easy, just suck it lightly when it
cums."  She slowed down and held his penis gently in her mouth as
he finished a few last spasms between her lips.  "Yeah, that's good."

   She continued to suck and lick him as he released her head from
between his hands, stroking her hair and shoulders.  After awhile
he pulled her up into his lap, and held her in his arms, with her
legs straddling his, her pussy pressed into his penis, now spent
for the moment.  He laid her head on his shoulder and caressed her
back and bottom while she wrapped her arms around his neck.  Let me
die like this, Allen thought.

   "You OK?" he asked after awhile.

   Laurie lifted her face off his shoulder and looked up at him.
"Sure, I'm fine.  I'm sorry I dried up, was it alright?"

   "It was heaven.  I didn't hurt you?"

   "No," she laughed and put her head back on his shoulder, "I'm
fine, really."

   "We'll use some lubricant next time, I've got some in the
bedroom," he said.

   "Want me to get it?"

   "Not now, I won't be any good for awhile."

   "Want me to suck it some more?"

   "No, not now, I just want to hold you like this."

   "Hmmm, I like this, it's nice," she said, "rub my back."

   He held her for a long time, in no hurry to do anything else.
He thought of what else he would like to do the girl, and felt his
cock stir a little as he ran through the possibilities.  For the
moment he couldn't think of anything that was better than holding a
tiny girl in his arms like this, naked, fresh from being fucked,
pressed against his cock.

   Chapter Fourteen

   Laurie looked over at Allen sleeping beside her.  It was too
early to get up, and she was too comfortable to leave the warm
tunnel in the bedding she had made.  She smiled as she thought
about the previous night, how he held her and loved her and told
her she was beautiful.  No one had ever treated her like that, and
she felt warm towards the man sleeping with her, even if he was a
perv.  I'm a perv too then, she giggled to herself, enjoying making
love to a man old enough to be her grandfather.

   The week had started about how she had predicted.  After the
bargain was sealed, Allen had pretty much used her like a real-life
sex toy, trying to experience every position and thrill he could
imagine with her.  She had been fucked lying down, sitting down,
kneeling, standing up and being carried by him in his arms.  She
had licked it, sucked it, played with it, rubbed her bottom over it
and wrapped her hair around it.  It had squirted inside her pussy,
just inside her butt, on her chest, in her hair, on her tummy and
back, between her bottom cheeks, in her mouth again and once on her
lips and cheeks.

   He had even tied her up and spanked her, and she regretted
mentioning that idea to him originally.  It didn't really hurt
though, and, he spent more time apologizing to her and asking if
she was OK than he had whapping her butt.  She almost laughed when
she remembered how contrite he was.  It was nothing to her really,
he could do it again if he wanted, but she doubted he would.

   She hadn't minded any of the sex play, it was all just naughty
messing around, and a lot of it was enjoyable.  He was always
gentle and kind, asking whether this or that felt good, kissing her
and holding her in his arms more than poking her.  She particularly
liked it when he licked and sucked her between the legs.  It felt
exciting, and she realized he wanted her to feel that way, working
hard to get her heated up.  She almost had orgasms while he licked
her, and she definitely had experienced them as he stroked in and
out of her pussy afterwards.

   Her favorite was when he laid her down on her tummy on a
pillow, which lifted her bottom up so he could enter from behind.
He would straddle her legs and rest on his knees, rocking back and
forth to push his cock in and out between her legs.  It felt
wonderful, but what really made the experience for her were his
hands, which rubbed and massaged her back and shoulders as he
fucked in and out.

   They had driven to Spokane for more clothes and groceries and
such, but mostly they had spent the week inside, usually naked in
bed.  He played music during the day, and they watched movies at
night, twice smoking some pot together, which she had enjoyed.  But
it always ended up the same, with his cock in her hands or mouth,
and her butt being squeezed by the man.

   As the week went on there was less playing around and more
extended sessions of love making, usually with her on top or in his
lap while he held her bottom.  She liked him on top better, but he
was concerned about his weight crushing her, though he always
lifted himself on his arms while he stroked into her.  The previous
two nights he had been more concerned with her pleasure than his,
licking her pussy for a long time, and rubbing her back as he
entered her from behind.  She was growing to enjoy these sessions,
and found herself looking forward to his embrace.

   Last night was the best.  They had smoked pot and spent a long
time playing around.  She had ached for release after he had
stroked her for nearly an hour in her favorite position, stopping
every now and then to get a drink of water or lubricate his cock
for another go at her.  When she felt him getting ready to cum she
started thrusting her bottom back at him, trying to reach her
orgasm before he came.  She made it just as he started spurting,
and for the first time she had really been shaken, moaning and
crying as she ground her hips into him, seeking more contact as
waves of warmth rushed through her.

   She had collapsed on the bed afterwards, her arms and legs limp
and her heart pounding.  His hands glowed on her back as he gave
her a few final strokes before falling off her onto the bed
himself.  He took her hand and kissed it, and she fell into his
embrace, which is how they first fell asleep, before waking up
sticky in the middle of the night.  He had even carried her into
her bathroom so she could wash off, and when she returned to bed
they kissed and stroked each other back to sleep.

   She thought about herself, wondering if she was being foolish
for liking the man.  Last week she had been sleeping in a moldy
blanket in a garage she had found left open at an abandoned house,
hungry, dirty and cold.  Now she was warm and full and safe, and
she was wealthy, or would be.  All it required was to give the man
the sex that he wanted, which she had thought was just a chore to
perform, a minor annoyance.

   But now she was the one wishing that he would wake up and put
his hands between her legs. You're being weird, she thought to
herself, but she didn't feel that way.  She felt happy, she
thought, testing the word in her mind; happy.  She had never really
been happy before.

   She thought about her time with her mom.  There were days that
were better than some, but none that were really all that good.
Food and a clean place to live were secondary matters for Connie,
it was always the needle and whatever needed to be done to push up
again.  Laurie didn't hate Connie for what she was, but she had
never treated her right, not like a mother should.  Especially not
when she had been forced to have sex, starting at the age of six.
Anything for the money, anything for the drugs.  She couldn't find
any love for her mother, no tears for her death.

   Allen hadn't treated her like a father should either, you don't
cum on your daughter's face. But Laurie knew that she wasn't just a
typical girl, and had in fact seduced him.  She hadn't needed to,
he would have been kind anyway, though she was sure it was the sex
that brought him to agree to their deal.  It's what I bargained
for, she thought.  Daddy, she giggled to herself. Who was her real
daddy anyway?  She nestled into the man, seeking his warmth, and
slept like a child.

   Chapter Fifteen

   Laurie woke up to the smell of breakfast being cooked, and saw
that Allen had let her sleep in.  She padded out to the kitchen in
her new slippers and robe, and Allen was working at the stove,
flipping pancakes.  She walked over and gave his legs a hug,
surprising him.

   "Hey there sleepyhead, you hungry?" he asked.

   "Hmmm, blueberry pancakes?"

   "Huckleberry, but they taste about the same.  You like?"

   "Sure.  Anything I can do?"

   "You can give me a kiss," he said, putting the spatula down and
lifting her up by her bottom, holding her in his arms and kissing
her on the lips.

   Laurie put her head on his shoulder and let him rub her back
through the robe.  She felt as fine this morning as anytime in her
life, she realized.  The slow, sensual sex last night, a clean,
soft bed, her new frilly robe she loved, waking up to a hot
breakfast and now being held and loved by the man.  I could get
used to this, she thought.

   The huckleberry pancakes were luscious, and she ate nearly her
whole stack along with a big glass of orange juice.  Connie had
bought her pancakes a few times, when money had been good for a
brief time, but the memory of sitting in a cheap restaurant in
tattered clothes was barely pleasant.  She examined her
surroundings, the bright clean kitchen, the forest out the back
window, polished wood walls and ceilings leading out to the large
living room, and beyond to the boat riding at its ropes and the
broad river, fading to tall green mountains on the horizon. She
almost cried, wishing this was hers, and realized with a start that
it was.

   "Do you ever use the boat?" she asked.  It had been idle the
whole week.

   "Sure, heck yes, let's go up the river to the lake, mess around
shopping in Sandpoint today."

   "I thought you didn't want to shop in Sandpoint."

   "I didn't want to suddenly purchase about a ton of girl's
clothes out of nowhere.  Besides, they probably would have sank the
boat."

   Laurie laughed.  She had raided the stores in Spokane for so
many things that Allen had difficulty piling it all into the Lexus.
He didn't appear to mind, in fact he had encouraged her to buy
anything she wanted.  Laurie was sure that even aside from the sex,
Allen was enjoying her presence, excited by the novelty of being
able to spoil the girl.

   "We'll have to go into town sometime," he said, "and besides it
will be good practice, see how you act as a daughter."

   "I know what to do," she replied, "I'll hold your hand and say
"daddy" a lot."

   "Just act normal, you're a little girl, just be one."

   Laurie wasn't sure how a little girl was suppose to act really,
but she would watch and learn from the other families in town.  She
was excited by the prospect of being with Allen in public, almost
like she wanted to show him off.  Taking this a little far, aren't
you? she asked herself. Daddy's little darling?

   She helped with the dishes, and Allen squeezed her bottom a few
times, in a manner not suited for a father and daughter.  After
they were done, Allen picked her up and carried her into the
bathroom, slipping off her robe and kissing her nipples while
heating up the shower.  Here we go again, Laurie thought.

   He lifted her into the shower, and spent entirely more time
than was necessary washing her between the legs and bottom cheeks.
Laurie didn't mind, it felt good, and she returned the favor,
letting her soapy hand slip up and down his penis, which quickly
stiffened and stood up, while Allen leaned back against the shower
stall and moaned his delight.

   He dried her off tenderly, and they took turns using the hair
drier, and then he led her back to bed.  He lay down on his back
and pulled her to him, holding and kissing her for awhile, his
hands busy on her bottom while she teased his cock and balls with
her little hands.

   Allen was rock hard, and she was getting a little moist
herself, feeling good, full of food, freshly washed and rubbed all
over by the man's strong hands.  Without a word, he pulled her up
and around, his cock waving in front of her face, while he raised
his head on a couple of pillows and began to lick her pussy.  She
responded in kind, holding his balls and kissing and licking his
penis, working up and down the shaft and lapping the front of the
head, which he had said was the most sensitive part.

   He was licking between her lips now, finding her clitoris in
its little hood and wrapping the end of his tongue around it.
Laurie began to feel a rising wave again from her pussy, a feeling
that she recognized now, and welcomed.  She began to concentrate
and her hips began to move a little, while she pumped his cock in
and out of her lips, trying to move the man at the same pace.

   "Ohhh, slow down, I don't want to come yet," he said.  "God
you're good at that."

   She didn't reply, her mouth full of penis at the moment.  His
interruption had spoiled her feeling, and she dropped back a notch,
still excited, but not moving towards orgasm at the moment.  She
gave into the slower pace, enjoying the sensations between her
legs, as he licked her all over, moving from the clit down her
inner lips, licking around her entrance and all the way around her
anus and back.  She moaned when his tongue ran over her bottom
opening, it felt nasty and nice at the same time.  She was in a
naughty mood, and played with his cock, flicking her tongue all
over it, and wrapping it in her hair, which she knew he craved.

   He gave her one final lick, pressing the flat of his tongue all
the way up her pussy, and flipped her over on the bed, climbing up
between her legs.  Her hands met his cock and guided him into her,
and she watched as he settled inside, holding himself above her on
his arms.  She held his upper arms with her hands and brought her
knees up, lifting her pussy to meet the man's slow thrusts.  She
felt herself starting to climb to a peak, all it would take is for
the man not to stop, to continue moving in and out of her.  She
could feel her insides part and come back together as the hard
penis passed.

   She heard herself beginning to moan, and she increased her grip
on his arms, wishing he would move faster, stronger.  Allen seemed
to get the message, and increased the strength of his thrusts,
driving into her, pressing against her mound at the end of each
stroke.  She could sense the feeling she was after start to rise
from someplace inside, and after his cock hit bottom again it
began.  She felt her pussy grip and hold his penis, getting a groan
from the man above her.

   The first wave passed over her like hot air from opening an
oven door, and she squealed as the sensation hit her, bucking her
hips up and freeing his cock momentarily from her grip.  He took
the opportunity to pull out and push back in again, pressing into
her as hard as he could, and her pussy locked onto the shaft again,
as her orgasm blossomed and unfolded, wave after wave of warmth
rolling over her as she thrashed her head on the bed and threw her
legs around his hips, pinning him to her with her feet on his butt.

   "Ohhh," she cried, falling back into the bed, going soft all
over.  "Don't move for a minute."

   "I don't think I can," he laughed.

   She giggled, and it triggered her pussy to relax, freeing his
penis again, which he began sliding in and out of her very slowly,
just keeping the tension high.  There was only one thing that could
be better, and soon he complied, grabbing a pillow from above her
head, and flipping her over on it, her little bottom forming the
top of a hill in the bed, poised for him.  He pumped some lubricant
in his hand, and she quivered as the cold liquid entered her from
behind.  Then he slipped in again, starting to warm up the lube
with the friction from his cock.

   He settled in on his knees, and soon she felt what she craved,
his hands on her back, rubbing up and down in time to his thrusts,
grabbing her shoulders and pulling her to him at the end of each
stroke.  She was surprised to find that she was quickly moving back
towards another orgasm, and it hit her by surprise, a longer, less
intense rolling wave from deep inside, that left her slack
underneath him, her whole body feeling like it was melting.

   But it wasn't over yet.  Allen was now picking up the intensity
of his strokes, and she could feel him starting to strain, holding
his breath for awhile, then blowing it out and gasping for air,
then holding it again.  As his penis swelled inside her, he brought
her to the brink again, and when he started to spurt inside her
with a grunt, her body tensed and she came as she thrust back on
his shaft, taking his semen deep inside her.

   They both collapsed on the bed at once, Allen holding his
weight off her, leaning over to the side a bit, his cock still
buried inside her, throbbing.  Thus was getting better, she
realized, and while last night had been wonderful, this was
ecstasy.  She had never thought about sex as being pleasure, it was
just something she had to do now and then, when Connie was
desperate for money.  She was beginning to want these experiences
with Allen, to look forward to his penis inside her.  It wasn't
what she planned, none of these feelings were.  She questioned
herself again.  What am I doing, she thought to herself.  Being his
lover?  Or is he being mine?

   They napped for a little while, and she was surprised when
Allen patted her on the bottom, coming awake with a start.

   "Let's get going, the day's passing.  Rather than take another
shower, you want to try swimming in the river?  The water should be
plenty warm by now, the sun's been on it for days."

   "Sure," she replied, "but I don't know how to swim, is it deep?"

   "No, it's very shallow for a good hundred yards.  You can wade
out nearly to the dock, and I'll swim with you, show you how to dog
paddle.  You should know how if we're going on the boat."

   She was excited and a little scared about going into the river.
What kind of creatures lived there, she wondered.  Did anything
bite?   She decided to trust Allen, and put on her new bathing suit
in her room, a two piece with bright blue flowers.  She looked at
herself in the mirror, and admired how the suit looked, a
contrasting match for her bright blonde hair.  She laughed as she
stuck out her behind and wiggled it.  I better not do that in town,
she thought.

   She walked down to the beach to find Allen already in the water.

   "It's fine," he called, "come on in."

   She laid her towel down on a chair and walked out of her
slippers to the sandy edge of the water, testing it with her toes.
It felt a little cool to her, but her feet felt comfortable as she
waded in to her knees.  The bottom was soft and sandy, with a few
small green weeds growing up from it.  She wiggled her toes into
it, and bent down to feel the water with her hands.

   She squealed and laughed as Allen waded up to her and folded
her in his arms, carrying her out and setting her down in his lap.
She gasped as the rest of her body was covered in the water, Allen
sitting behind her on the bottom.  She sat back into him and they
watched the river roll by for awhile, the sun sparkling on the
water.  The river was more than a half mile wide at this point, and
people on the far shore could barely be seen.  Laurie had never
experienced anything like this, and she melted into the man as he
held her around her tummy, their bodies floating up and down in the
warm water.

   "Nice, isn't it?" he asked.

   "Hmmm, it's warm.  Are there big fishes in the river?"

   "Nothing that eats little girls," he laughed, guessing her
concern.  "If you think this is nice, wait until you feel the sea
in Kauai.  It holds you up more, you'll love it."

   She hadn't thought about Kauai, and was silent for a moment.
She knew there were fish in the sea that would eat little girls,
and was a little apprehensive about swimming there.  But Hawaii,
what would it be like?  She would go to school there this winter
and have friends and teachers.  She thought about her life before
again, as she would for weeks and months to come, and how lucky she
had been to find Allen, to make the bargain.  It was working, she
thought, and a thrill of excitement ran through her.

   He took her out deeper a bit and showed her how to float, and a
few basic swim strokes.  She was surprised at how easy it was, and
how she could float on her back without moving, held up by the
clear water, with Allen's arms hovering under her to catch her if
she panicked.

   They played in the water afterwards, and she laughed at
herself, at the sounds she was making, little girl squeals and
cries as she splashed him and he slapped water back at her.  I
sound like a dumb little girl, she thought, but enjoyed feeling
that way for a change.

   They dried each other off and went up to the house to change
into clothes for the day.  She dressed in her own room, which was
just beginning to look lived in, a lot of the clothes still in
their packages, empty hangers still outnumbering the full ones in
the closet.  She selected some cute shorts and a white blouse, and
put on her new Nike's, checking herself in the mirror.  Pretty hot,
she thought.

   Allen hadn't touched her in a sexual way since they left off
their love making this morning, and didn't pat her bottom as he
liked to do when they parted and met again to lock up and walk down
to the boat.  He's practicing being a father for the public, she
smiled to herself.

   She had never been on the boat, and was surprised at how large
it was.  There was a full living room and kitchen downstairs, and
she explored behind doors while he started the engines.  She found
a bathroom and then another, and was shocked to find two good sized
bedrooms toward the front of the boat.  You could live here, she
thought.  Indeed, the inside of the boat was nicer than anyplace
she had ever lived with Connie.

   She climbed back up to the bridge to join Allen, as they backed
out of the slip and moved out onto the river.  She held onto to a
rail as he increased the power to the engines, which roared and
rumbled underneath the lower deck as the boat began to rise in the
water, and then settle and plane, moving faster that she expected,
the wind whipping her hair as the big boat cut through the water.

   Allen looked over at her and smiled.  She moved over to stand
by him, and he folded an arm around her.  She turned around and saw
the house and dock slipping behind them rapidly, and then turned
her head this way and that, trying to take in all the new sights
and sensations at once. She was so excited she was nearly bouncing
on her toes.

   "Do you have a boat in Hawaii?" she yelled into the wind.

   "Yeah, a bigger one.  It's an ocean cruiser."

   Laurie tried to imagine how a boat could be bigger than this
one.  The banks of the river slid by in their wake, big houses and
little ones, docks and boats, hills and sky flowing by.  They
stopped once at the mouth of a creek, and Allen showed her the
hundreds of nests of Ospreys that fished for perch in the green
shallows of the river.  It was all so overwhelming to her that she
couldn't find anything to say, acknowledging his comments with a
brief "uh huh" each time, hugging him and holding his arm to show
her excitement.  He smiled down at her, obviously pleased that she
was having a good time.

   Chapter Sixteen

   Allen was having the time of his life himself.  He was
delighted that the girl was enjoying herself, and he looked forward
to showing her the natural beauty of the area, making plans to
visit the small cabin he maintained at Priest Lake in the north.
Then there was Kauai in the winter to explore, and he realized that
he was looking forward to life, rather than marking time. The girl
had manipulated him into this relationship, but he was beginning to
hope for more.  I'm falling in love with her, he realized.

   Laurie had settled in next to him, and was resting her head
against his side as he steered the boat down the river.  He wrapped
an arm around her, and leaned down to sneak a kiss, after checking
that no one was close enough to see anything happening on the boat.
She smiled, and let her hand fall into his lap and caressed his
penis through his shorts.  He looked around again to make sure
there was no chance anyone could see.  They shouldn't do this, he
knew, but he was too excited by the feeling of her hand to suggest
she stop.

   "Do you want me, Daddy?" she asked, "you're all hot and
bothered," giving his cock a squeeze.

   "We can't do it here, someone might see."

   "We could go downstairs," she suggested.

   Allen was surprised that the girl was taking the lead, and her
suggestion made him desperate to be with her, to thrust inside her
little body.  He shut off the engines and let the boat drift with
the current.  He figured it would be a good half hour before the
boat came anywhere close to the shore, and took her by the hand to
lead her down the ladder.

   He chose a bedroom and closed the curtains, as Laurie pulled
her shorts down in the doorway. He had his clothes off in a few
seconds, and whipped her panties down, tossing her on the bed while
she was still taking off her blouse.  He waited for her to get rid
of it and then passionately kissed her while her hands found his
cock.

   The girl was guiding him into her, and she was moist and ready
when his tip entered.  He moved in slowly, but she was wet all
inside, and thrust herself onto him when he was halfway in, driving
her pussy lips into his pelvis.  He began to stroke forcefully and
the girl met him each time, pulling him into her with her hands on
his flanks, grabbing him and urging him onward.

   Within minutes he felt his cock swell, but the girl got there
first, bucking underneath him, her pussy tightening on his shaft,
making him lose control, and he spurted into her with abandon as
her body shook.

   When it was over he fell on the bed next to her, and found some
tissue on a shelf to put between her legs to stem the flow.  Laurie
lay back with a smile on her face, eyes closed, her hands still
clutching the bedspread she had gripped as she had cum.

   Allen peaked through a curtain to make sure the boat was safe,
then turned to look at the girl. He had wanted sex with her, sure,
but he was in no particular hurry, and hadn't planned anything like
this on the boat.  This was all her own doing, he thought.  She had
wanted him, and more than that, she had wanted to be fucked, in the
best sense of the word, hard and fast.

   He wondered what was happening inside the head of the girl, and
started to speak, but something held him back.  She opened her eyes
and met his gaze, holding it for awhile, before blushing and
turning over, obviously inviting him to stroke her back, as she
loved.  He moved her hair aside and worked on her shoulders.

   "We should get back upstairs before we crash into something,"
he said.

   "Hmmm, in a minute, keep doing that for awhile."

   "I'll do it as long as you want, sweetheart."

   Allen was surprised at himself.  I called her "sweetheart" he
thought, rubbing her back.  And she is one, he considered.  The
streetwise urchin had been replaced by a sweet young girl, though
one with needs that no eight year-old normally manifested.  I'm the
luckiest man on the face of the earth, he laughed to himself.

   "I love you Laurie."

   He felt her body shiver a bit under his hands, and she kept
silent, her thoughts unknown.  They didn't speak again for awhile.

   Chapter Seventeen

   Laurie had settled into a big chair on the bridge of the boat,
delighting in the sights and sounds around her.  She waived at all
the boats they passed and put one of Allen's baseball caps on to
control her hair in the wind.  To all the world she looked and
acted like a little girl, not one with a man's cum still inside
her.  She almost thrilled to the feeling of holding the secret, and
reminded herself not to mess up in town.

   He said he loved me, she thought.  Is that what I want?  Connie
used to say she loved her, but it was just her way of making
conversation.  Allen was sincere, and that scared her somehow. He
meant he loves me as a woman, she realized.  Could I love him as a
man?  Or as a father? She put the thoughts away and turned her
attention to the scenery passing by.  The river was wider and the
land was changing around them.

   They had finally reached the lake, cruising under a long
highway bridge that crossed the wide river mouth and then suddenly
out into a huge expanse of water that stretched to the east as far
as she could see.  Lake Pend Oreille was too big to travel in a
day, and they were headed just to the far northwest end, to the
town of Sandpoint, the largest city in the northern Idaho
panhandle, but still just a burg really, a few blocks of downtown,
some homes on quiet shady streets.  All the new development was on
the northern edge of town, tract homes and a new mall, but none of
that was apparent from the neat streets of the small town on the
shore of the lake.

   He pulled the large boat into a dock, making arrangements for
fueling and such, giving the dock hand some money to look after it.
They walked up to the street and sauntered along towards the shops,
Allen taking her hand in his.  She almost laughed out loud when she
saw their reflection in a shop window.  Father and daughter, she
thought.  Or were they lovers, strolling the sidewalk, window
shopping through the tourist shops?  Could the other people tell?

   She looked around at families of tourists filling the streets,
and watched other girls her age. They seemed to be in constant
motion, flitting around their mothers and fathers, jumping up and
down, laughing and shouting.  I can't act like that she thought, a
little sadly, but smiled when she considered what they had been
doing on the boat.  You can giggle and titter, she thought, but
I'll be the one making love tonight.  She felt superior and mature,
but decided to put a little bounce into her step, and swung her
arms, getting a little more animated to try and copy the other
little girls.

   Allen looked down at her and laughed, leaning over to whisper.
"Don't overdo it."

   She smiled back at him, keeping her tongue.  She decided to
just act natural.  Some girls were more quiet and thoughtful, she
addressed the passers-by in her head, deal with it.  In truth, no
one paid them any real attention at all, though with her
experienced eyes she caught a couple of glances from men appraising
her in a way that was not appropriate.  Men, she thought, they're
so transparent.  Don't they know I can see them looking at me that
way?

   They passed a restaurant on the way uptown that Allen pointed
out.  "We'll eat there later on, about five maybe?  We can pass the
time doing some shopping.  They are some neat shops up here,"
pointing up the street.

   They spent a couple of hours in and out of shops, and he bought
her anything she wanted, a nice sweater, a small stuffed bear she
thought was cute, until they had as many bags as they could carry.
They walked back to the boat and relaxed on the lower deck for
awhile without speaking much, enjoying the afternoon warmth while
they waited for dinner.

   When it was time they walked back up the main street to the
restaurant, which overlooked a small marina on a quiet slough.
They sat at a table outside on a old wood deck over the water,
shaded by trees rustling overhead.  Allen ordered her a Shirley
Temple, which turned out to be red, sweet pop in a glass with a
cherry on a plastic sword.  Allen suggested teriyaki steak and
shrimp, and they ate warm artichoke dip on bread while they waited.

   She loved the thick steak and the shrimp, which came with corn
on the cob, and when she couldn't eat it all, the waitress brought
the leftovers back to her in a white box.  Allen bought mudpie for
her dessert, and leaned over to wipe a spot of chocolate off her
cheek when she had eaten what she could of the wonderful gooey
concoction.

   He waited outside the ladies room while she peed, and she was
alone for a minute, washing her hands and looking at herself in the
mirror.  It was the happiest day of her life, she realized, and she
started to cry, unable to stop for awhile.  She took a few deep
breaths, and washed the tears from her eyes, composing herself.

   When she came out she smiled at Allen, but he seemed to be able
to tell something wasn't right.

   "Are you OK sweetheart?"

   "Fine," she replied, "happy."

   "I want you to be happy, you know."

   "I know Daddy," and she hugged him for a moment.

   Allen patted her on the head and smiled down at her, and she
smiled back, nearly falling back into tears.  There was an awkward
silence, finally broken by another woman brushing by, entering the
restroom.  Allen took her hand and led her from the restaurant,
into the warm evening air.  They walked hand in hand down to the
boat, looking for all the world like father and daughter.

   They cruised home down the river with the setting sun in their
faces, the boat humming through the glassy smooth water of the
river.  Laurie turned to watch the wake of the boat falling behind
them, sparkling in the fading sunlight, and then back to the face
of the man, his hair blowing with the wind.  She sat next to him,
and he put his arm around her, leaning down to give her a chaste
kiss on her forehead.

   "Daddy?" she asked.

   "Yes child?"

   "Rub my back?"


   The End




   Afterword:  About my child sex fantasies

   My fantasies have their roots in very pleasant memories of
childhood, particularly playing naked with the girl in the corner
house on my block where I grew up, Stephanie.  Do you have kids?
Guess what, they all play naked.  All of them.  I managed to get
into the panties of nearly every girl I knew at that age.  The next
door neighbor, the girl across the street, my friend's sister down
the street, all three girls who spent summers near our lake cabin,
girls who would visit with their parents, even the Presbyterian
minister's daughter in a garden shed outside the church after
Sunday school.  Let's not forget my own sister.  I had to pay her a
quarter.  And all of those girls did the same with other boys, even
my beloved Stephanie.  Didn't you?  Your five year-old is a perfect
angel, but she's pulling those panties down every now and then for
sure, and bless her for it.

   Stephanie was my favorite.  For two years we used the basement
of my house, where we would pretend to be playing board games.
Only really we were naked on a mattress in a storage area, taking
turns rubbing each other between the legs while we spoke loud,
calling out dice rolls and the like for the benefit of the ears of
the adults upstairs.  I still think about it, and wish we knew what
we were doing!  My number one fantasy for years was that I was
world-wise and knew how to have sex with her.  It broke my heart
when all those girls got older and cut me off, and I guess my
longings are still with me, expressed by lingering fantasies of
sexual contact with young girls, wanting to feel their bare little
pussies one more time.

   They aren't my only fantasies, far from it (I'm a BBW and
breast man).  But there's a reason why these particular tales found
their way to the keyboard first.  Consider your basic pedophile
fantasy.  Ignoring incest, they usually involve the willing
participation of some neighborhood girl curious about sex;  "oh,
it's so big, can I touch it?"  You know.  But fantasies like that
don't work for me, because I can't help thinking about the next
reel of the film;  scene one, the young girl blabs to her friend,
scene two, the friend tells her mom, scene three, the mom tells the
cops, whang bang, prison with a child molester jacket.  I don't see
how any relationship with an under-aged girl wouldn't be an
absolute disaster in the long run, and it spoils the whole thing
for the dick center in my brain.

   For me, a satisfying pedophile fantasy has to have a safe exit
strategy, some way for the girl to leave the situation eventually
without being hurt and without the man being busted.  Also, the
girl has to be in a position where the man can perform all those
imaginative sex acts that make a fantasy come alive.  The
neighborhood girl is hardly likely to be interested in anal sex
with a dildo made of ice, right?  One of my solutions is where a
girl is kidnapped and held in some sort of secret cell.

   That worked for me in "Crystal First Week", and because the
girl was under complete control, I could work some s&m fantasies
into the mix as well, though they were very mild compared to the
snuff genre gore; actually harming the girl was out of the
question, even if the man was a sadist in the story.  Feeling
empathy for emotional pain is a dick softener, so the plot had to
deal with that element as well.  I had to avoid the whole guilt
trip about what happens to her mom and dad when their beloved
daughter disappears (I made her an orphan).  For the same reason,
Crystal had to be sexually inclined to make it somewhat consensual,
in spite of the environment. For some reason the man isn't as nice
in the story as I usually am in my fantasy, and maybe in
compensation I made him fat and hairy; curious, it just came out
that way when I started typing.

   Regardless, the whole thing had to be very elaborate to work as
a fantasy for me, right down to the details of the security system,
how the girl is transported, what happens if she needed dental
work, all that kind of background noise to support the fantasy.  I
had it all worked out in my mind in advance, you see, and all I had
to do was write it out.  But I don't have the same need to work out
details for an adult fantasy, say doing Pauline Hickey's breasts.
A picture of Pauline works just fine, thank you.  I'll have to
create a story out of nowhere to go with that kind of fantasy, and
I'm working on it.

   Which brings us to this story.  This is the other "safe"
pedophile fantasy I've developed in my head, and it's built on a
different, but equally elaborate solution to the basic plot
elements, this time under the control of the girl.  Again, the
story was complete before I wrote the first word, all the loose
ends handled.  The girl in this story has no parents and no roots,
and there are conveniently no relatives or close friends of the
male figure to raise any questions concerning the new daughter.
The man is also wealthy, a common thread in my fantasies; why not?

   It's plausible for the man to freely have sex with the girl in
this case, because it's the girl that leads him to make the
bargain, though he obviously was inclined to do so.  The bargain
makes all kinds of varied sex possible with the girl, and she
doesn't mind.  It would hardly be the same fantasy if the small
girl had to be coerced or talked into sucking cocks and so forth,
and if she cried and pouted afterwards.  While the man in the
"Crystal" story was meaner than I am in my fantasy, Allen here is
more of a wimp than I would ever imagine being.  It just came out
that way, and I refuse to self-censor my fingers on the keyboard.

   The big difference between my fantasy and the story is the
romantic element at the end.  That was always a problem with the
romantic fantasy.  Eventually the girl would grow older, and then
it would no longer be a pedophile fantasy, though it never stayed
in my head long enough for it to matter, I suppose.  The "Crystal"
solution works somewhat better, because the man just replaces the
girl, and you get to start over again.  I'm not sure what happens
to Allen as Laurie grows older.  His problem I guess.  I hope you
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