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Subject: {ASSM} Who knows what the future holds? (Mf, Rom, Cons) Story
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(c) 2007 Sirsemega
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
are either the product of the author's disturbed imagination and are
used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead,
undead or mostly harmless, business establishments, events, or
locales
is entirely coincidental.
If you enjoy it, please drop me an email at sirsemega@gmail.com

Synopsis:
Divorced man finds true love in a snow storm, actually it finds him!
NOTE: I actually have been searching for a story very similar to this
that I read quite sometime ago. I was never again able to find it so I
had to make do and write my own version. It's my homage to the story I
enjoyed.


Who knows what the future holds? (Mf, Rom, Cons)

The car swerved over the snow covered road. I made a small correction
to the steering wheel and the tires regained traction. On the horizon
I could see another storm blowing in. I only had a few more minutes
till I reached my drive. I'll be snuggled inside the cabin before the
storm breaks, I thought to myself. After pulling up my drive and
securing the truck inside the garage, I made the trek up to the cabin.
The drive was a private road on my property just off the county road.
The cabin, a modernized log cabin with all the amenities of a regular
house sat farther back from the road nestled in among the trees. It
was a bit inconvenient having to always hike the quarter mile from the
garage to the house, but when I was looking for a place, I didn't have
much of a choice and was pressed for time. Louise wanted me out of our
home as soon as possible. She was eager for the divorce to go through
with a minimum of complications, and her lover was pressing her to
move in. Money changes people. The windfall we received allowed us to
drop our jobs, payoff all debts, our families debts and live more than
comfortably together.

The funny thing about that was as we spent more time together, we
wound up frustrated and bored with each other. We realized the jobs
and other distractions, actually masked the fact that we were not a
good fit. Well at least I found that out when I walked in to find
Louise in the throes of passion with her lovers face between her legs.
That was two years ago. We quickly divvied up our assets; I took two
thirds since she was the one cheating, and left her the house. I never
wanted to see that house after that incident anyways.

I needed to get away from everything. I went hermit and thought that
secluding me out in the woods was penance for what I regarded as a
failure on our part to work things out and live forever together in
wedlock. I wallowed in my self pity for months until I finally started
to go stir crazy. Finally I took a shower, shaved, and started
thinking about what I would do with the rest of my life. Being in my
thirties, I still felt like I was twenty five although there tended to
be a few more aches and pains in my joints and muscles.

I did what every rich bored person does, I started a consulting firm.
That kept me busy both body and mind, and after a time, the pain and
hurt from what Louise did, and what I "allowed" to have happened,
disappeared.

I stomped my feet to clear the snow from my boots as I reached the
front door. Opening it, I entered the mudroom and changed out of my
snow clothes and let the dog out to do her business as I put away the
groceries. She was very excited and seemed to be pretty vocal, barking
and whining away outside. I hadn't really heard that tone from her
before, and I glanced out the window to see what the commotion was
about. Maybe a raccoon or something, I thought.

I followed the sightline from where Bessie was barking at, and my
blood ran cold. Just a few feet from Bessie was a figure collapsed in
the snow lying face down. I hadn't noticed it when I had come in, but
now I quickly raced to the front door hoping that I wasn't too late.

It was cold out without my jacket. I trudged through the knee deep
snow to get to the figure. The storm was almost upon us, as the first
drops of snow started to flicker down from the sky and the wind
started to pick up. Bessie was still whining as I reached the figure.
I grabbed him and turned him over in the snow to bring his face up.
The face which appeared from under the hood of the soaked and frozen
sweatshirt was a light twinge of blue. Jeez, I thought, this is the
wrong type of clothing for weather like this. Working quickly as the
wind bit into me with another gust, I tried to revive him to see if he
would respond. At this point I was concerned with the storm coming
that there might be others stuck out here with the same type of
clothing. If there were, I needed to find them fast.

I heard a moan. He was alive at least! "Hey," I said. "How many others
are there?" I repeated it again, as I worked him out of the snow. "How
many others?" I repeated. I heard a groan and a mumble of "none" from
him. Satisfied and assured, I dragged him back inside. Bessie didn't
help much with carrying him, but she had done her job in alerting me.

I worked quickly as I laid the small man on the floor in front of the
fireplace. First thing was to get those clothes off. The sweatshirt
hoodie wasn't the only inappropriate clothing he had worn out there.
The blue jeans, with stylish rips and tears were soaked, stiff and
frozen. The shoes were regular tennis shoes. I peeled off his clothing
with no resistance from him, tossed them in a pile on the floor, then
looked back to see he was wearing a bra. He, no it was a she. She was
out. Her body blue. I tore the bra and panties off her, then grabbed
the blanket off the couch and wrapped her in it and lifted her up to
the couch. I moved quickly turning the heat up in the house and
lighting a fire in the fireplace. Next I put a pot on to boil and went
out to my bedroom and pulled out a pair of heavy flannel pajamas. They
would be too large for her, but would be warm after they had gone
through the dryer for a few minutes. As the dryer warmed the pj's I
quickly changed out of my wet clothes into some dry ones and went back
into the kitchen to make some hot tea with the now boiling water. I
went through the cabinets and pulled down a hearty canned stew that I
opened up into a pot on the stove and turned the burner onto low. I
brought a tall cup of tea, the now warmed pj's and some extra blankets
back into the living room, which had gotten quite warm with the fire,
now blazing and the heater blowing. Pulling the blanket off her, I
dressed her quickly in the warm pj's, and rewrapped her in some heavy
blankets. I moved the couch closer to the fireplace so the heat from
the open flames would reach her. Her hair was wet and I grabbed a
towel and dried it as best I could. Dirty blond, I noticed and greasy.
I looked at her face, trying to recognize her. Was she one of the
locals that I might have seen in town? She didn't look familiar. She
wasn't old, late teens I would guess, senior or just out of high
school perhaps.

I pulled her upright and started nursing the hot tea into her mouth.
The outside had been taken care of, now I focused on getting her
temperature up from the inside. She drank a few sips, shivering as it
went down her. That was a good sign. She was getting more responsive.
She kept fading in and out of consciousness as I sat with her, adding
my body warmth and mass to hers trying to get her warm. The storm was
in full fury as the cabin got buffeted by the winds and snow. I wasn't
worried. The cabin was a modern built cabin, structurally sound, and
fully insulated. I had sat out many storms since moving here and aside
from the noise from the wind, the storm raging outside had no effect
on the two of us inside. Make that three of us now, Bessie, myself and
our little traveler.

Eventually I fed her some of the stew, left the rest on the stove, and
nursed her through the night. I was dead tired when the clock chimed
five in the morning. I had been working a long contract a few hours
away, burning though fourteen hour days as I helped get the company
back on track for the last two weeks. I had barely made it home with
no rest when this incident happened. The adrenaline had worn off many
hours before, but I didn't feel comfortable leaving her until she
showed some sign of improvement. She had been sleeping for the last
hour, no more interruptions, and I finally couldn't keep my eyes open
any longer. I decided to go to my bed and catch some sleep. She would
be confused enough when she finally woke up in the cabin, if she
discovered a strange man passed out next to her and she wearing his
pajamas, I'm sure that would have caused some more stress and shock.

I slept for a few hours, grateful for the rest, but I was still
nervous as to her condition. I had questions for her as well. It was
Bessie that nudged me awake. She needed to go out and the snow had
piled high enough that it blocked her doggie door. I pulled myself out
of bed, happy for the excuse to get up and check on my traveler. I
stumbled to the back door and opened it, using the small snow shovel
to clear some room for Bessie to enter and exit the doggie door.
Gladly, she leapt out into the high snow, to disappear and go about
her business. Shivering I closed the door, satisfied that she could re-
enter through the doggie door, or at the very least she could bark and
let me know that she wanted in. She was never shy about that.

I popped my head into the living room to check on the girl. She was
still laid out on the couch, bundled up, asleep. The fire had died
down and I quietly put a few more logs on the fire to build it back
up. I then went back into the kitchen and made some coffee. I heard
some rustling in the living room and noticed Bessie go in to
investigate. I heard a croak, "Hi there." She said from the living
room. I gave her a minute to get acquainted with Bessie then brought
the coffee pot out with two mugs and cream and sugar.

She looked up at me as I entered the room. "How are you feeling?" I
asked as I set the tray down on the coffee table next to her. I took a
seat on the other couch, giving her space. There was a look of
confusion that clouded her face for a moment, then looking at the
coffee, she muttered, "Better, I'm still cold...I take it I have you to
thank for saving me?" Her eyes stayed focused on the coffee, she made
an effort not to look me in the face. I thought perhaps more than
embarrassment, she felt shame.

"Actually," I said. "Bessie was the one who found you. I guess I can
take credit for carrying you inside and getting you warm though." I
smiled when she smiled, and continued petting Bessie. I offered her
coffee and she drank it. After a time the inevitable question came up.
"So," I started. I could see that she was dreading this moment as
well. "Let's get this over with, you wanna tell me why I found you out
there? You weren't even dressed for the snow."
She swallowed another sip of her coffee first.
"I wasn't planning on going for a walk dressed like that."
"That's good," I said. "At least I can rule out insanity and
stupidity."
She didn't say anything, and I realized I would have to pry the
information out of her.
"Do you live around here?"
She shook her head.
"Not from around here, then where are you from? We should probably let
your parents know you're alright. They must be worried sick about
you."
Her eyes teared up and she started blubbering and shaking. I struck a
nerve. This was bad news. Then it all came out.
"They're dead. Both of them. My uncle was taking me back to Arizona
where he lives when I left him and the car."
Uncle? The car? Was there someone else stuck out in the storm? I asked
her, concerned that if there was, it was probably too late.
"No," she managed to say through her tears.
"The car's fine, I left him and he drove away."
"Left him? He drove off?"
"He was only taking me because he was the only family I had after my
mom died." She said. She had finished her coffee and I poured her
another. She took a breath and continued.
"He attacked me." She whispered. "Tried to kiss me and do other
things. I had fought him off the last night, but on the drive
yesterday he stopped the car in the middle of no where and tried to
kiss me again."
She was crying and shaking. Bessie nudged her hand in her lap, and the
girl stroked the dog. Her voice cracked as she continued.
"He said that I was gonna get used to it. There was no place to hide
when he got me back to his home. One bedroom, one bed. He started
grabbing me and touching me, trying to pull me closer."
I sat silently, letting her get the story out.
"I jumped out of the car and ran. He called to me to come back. Even
followed me in the car. I hopped the fence and headed through the
field. He gave up, yelled out to me that I wasn't worth it. He said he
didn't care what happened to me, as far as he was concerned I had no
uncle. Then he drove off."
The last part was very hard for her to say. She took another gulp from
the coffee, shivered and finished. "I don't know how long I walked, it
got very cold. Then I saw a cabin and headed for it. The next thing I
know, I'm here."
The cabin must have been my cabin.
I waited a moment, let her pull herself together.
"It's ok. We'll figure something out. You're safe here, for now."
She looked up into my face for a moment before turning away.
"Thank you for all you've done." She said quietly.
"You're welcome," I said. After a moment, I was eager to change the
subject.
"Ok you have two choices," I stood up. She looked at me, unsure.
"You can take a hot bath now and warm up, and then eat some hot
breakfast, or you can wait here for me to make some breakfast, eat,
then take a hot bath."
She smiled, relieved that the choice she had to make wasn't as serious
as I had led on.
"Bath, please." She replied.

I helped her off the couch and showed her the bathroom, gave her some
extra towels and then excused myself to make some breakfast. I noticed
that she locked the bathroom door as soon as I left.

Forty five minutes later she still was soaking. I had the eggs and
sausage and toast all covered, trying to keep the food warm. My
stomach growled as I patiently waited for her to be done. Finally she
came back out, still in my pajamas, and my robe wrapped around her.
She was clean, she looked warm, and a smile was on her face. The wet
grease and grim had masked a very pretty little lady under there.

"Hungry?" I asked.
She nodded and we sat down at the kitchen table and ate. I got to know
her a little better during breakfast as I found out that she had
finished high school and had been focused on taking care of her mother
who had been ill for several years, until just a few weeks ago she had
passed away. Her father had died some years ago and shortly after that
her mother had taken ill and never recovered. I finally realized that
I didn't know her name, nor she mine, so after introducing myself as
Jeff, I learned that her name was Jenny.

She was tired after the meal, still recovering, so I suggested she
sleep in one of the spare bedrooms. I told her to take her pick when
she asked which one, and she got up and checked all of them out. She
noticed my bedroom which wasn't hard since it was "lived in" and
decided to take the room next to mine.
"Get yourself comfortable", I said. "Until the storm blows through and
the roads get cleared we're going be stuck here."
"How long will that be?" she asked.
I shrugged, "It could be a week or two."
Her eyes widened for a moment. "That long?" she asked.
I chuckled. "We're way out here in the boonies. There's no real rush
for them to service these roads. If an emergency comes up we can
always use the snowmobiles."
She nodded and went into the bedroom and closed the door. She locked
it.

I busied myself while she slept. I tossed her clothes in the wash,
tidied up the kitchen and went into my study to think. At least a week
she would be stuck here, and I started thinking about what supplies I
had for a young woman in my bachelor cabin. Women hadn't been on my
mind since the divorce. Certainly I hadn't had a relationship with one
since then, so there was no chance of any supplies, or spare leftover
clothing.

So far the only thing I had for her was some oversized pajamas, and
her one set of clothes. I picked up the phone and called the local
clothing store in town. I got Madge on the phone, business was slow
since most of the outlying roads were snowed in. I ran to the washing
machine and got Jenny's clothing sizes and asked Madge to pick out
some appropriate kit for a teenaged girl. I lied when she asked who
was staying with me and said it was my niece who had come unprepared
for the weather and had lost her luggage. Madge was nice enough to
agree to gathering together a set of necessary items, both clothing
and hygiene wise to last at least a week for me.

Satisfied and now wondering whether I would have enough time to hop on
the snowmobile and make it to town and back before Jenny woke up. I
decided to write a note and leave it on the kitchen table for her in
case she woke up and went about getting dressed for the ride. There
and back would take me about two and a half hours. I had done the trip
a few times before, more out of boredom rather than necessity as I
could be patient enough to wait out the weather on those other
occasions. But now I found myself impatient and a little excited. I
hadn't realized how much I missed company. Now that someone else was
staying with me, I wanted to be a good host and provide a little.

The weather was bitter cold, and it took me longer to get to town and
the store than I had estimated. The snow was exceptionally deep and I
had a bit of trouble getting through a few of the drifts. I shook the
snow off me and entered the deserted store and Madge came up to me
surprised that I had gotten there so soon.

"My god, Jeff." She exclaimed. "I didn't expect to see you until the
storm had cleared.
"Yeah," I mumbled, "I guess I just wanted to get this stuff taken care
of as quickly as possible."
She smiled and told me to have a seat. She had gathered few items, but
now quickened the pace selecting more and more items. The pile grew
and I started to worry whether I was going to be able to transport
everything home on my snowmobile. Madge grabbed a few other items and
then beckoned me over to pay. I spotted a teddy bear with a big heart
on it and on the spur of the moment I grabbed it and tossed it on top
of the pile. "She's had a rough time with her family," I told Madge.
It was true. And I told myself that in the state that she was in, she
might just like something that she can hug and hold in a strange
cabin, with a strange man, in a strange bedroom all by herself.

With the gear paid, the two of us packaged everything up for the trip
back. It looked like a number of presents, which I thought might be
nice to see her open up. All packed and loaded, I thanked Madge and
headed back to the cabin. With the snowmobile loaded down, it took
even longer to make the return trip. I pulled the snowmobile right up
to the front door, unloaded all the parcels into the mud room then
drove the snowmobile back to the garage and hiked back to the cabin. I
came in and heard Jenny in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen to
see her in front of the stove cooking a stew in a large pot. She was
still dressed in my robe and pajamas.
"Hi," she said.
"You feeling better?" I asked.
She nodded then motioned to the pot. I got hungry and decided to treat
us to a home cooked meal. It smelled good. I can cook when I have to,
but it's the bare minimum and Jenny moved about the kitchen like she
had had a lot of experience.
"Can I help with anything?" I asked.
She shooed me away, told me that I had done enough, and should sit
down and relax while she prepared dinner. I smiled and went back to
the mudroom and got all the packages and put them in the living room.
She called to me that dinner was ready and we sat down to eat in the
kitchen. She knew nothing about the clothes I had purchased for her,
and I was enjoying the fact that I had a surprise for her.

The food was good, hearty, and warm. After being in the snow driving
the snowmobile for four hours, it was good to get my temperature back
up again.
"Come into the living room Jenny. I've got something for you." I said.
She put the dishes in the dishwasher and then followed me out to the
living room and the pile of wrapped parcels.
"What's this?" she asked. She was excited and surprised at how many
parcels there were.
I smiled. "Listen, due to the weather and the fact that you don't
really have anywhere to go..."I looked at her then verified. "Right?"
She nodded.
"I figured you were going to have to stay here for a bit. Now what you
came here with was a little sparse, so I just thought I would punch up
your wardrobe a little with some necessities to make your stay here a
little more comfortable."
She was speechless. Finally she said. 'You didn't have to do this."
I looked at her, grabbed her shoulders and said. "Yes I do. You can't
keep walking around in my pajamas and robe, and you're other outfit
just won't do for outside. Even if you wanted to leave, you couldn't
in the clothes that you have."
She nodded.
I got excited from her excitement and sat her down on the couch.
"Madge at the store helped me. She picked the stuff out for me since I
have no idea what you kids wear today."
"Well, I'll have to thank Madge sometime then." She said as I handed
her the first parcel and she tore it open with excitement.

Madge had been thorough, god bless her. As Jenny opened each parcel
she kept saying, "Oh I need this." Toiletries, a toothbrush, girls
shampoo and conditioner, floss, antiperspirant, hairdryer, hair brush,
bands for her hair, and the clothes. They were simple outfits, some
warm pajamas, slippers, and basic day clothing. I lost track fairly
quickly, but she seemed to gather more energy as she went through all
the parcels. At one point her eyes got teary as she thanked me for the
twentieth time.
"I haven't had someone do something nice like this to me since before
momma got sick." She said.
That was several years ago, I thought. She was in bad shape if this
was true. It made me feel better as I told myself she was deserving of
this good turn of luck. Well at least for now. Who knows what the
future holds? For now, I got the feeling this was the happiest she'd
been in quite sometime.

It was getting dark outside when she had finished unwrapping
everything, and she then grabbed everything and started back to her
room to put everything away. I called out to her to put her toiletries
in the guest bathroom. She could consider that her bathroom for now.
She came back for the last few items, when she spotted the last
parcel. I knew what it was and had forgotten it with all the
excitement.
"Jenny," I said. "There's one more present to unwrap. Unlike the
others, I actually thought this one up and picked it out all by
myself."
She took the parcel, sat next to me on the couch and unwrapped it.
It was the teddy bear.
She thanked me as she started to cry. She impulsively gave me a hug,
still clutching the teddy bear.
"I thought," I started. "With all you've gone through, you could use a
friend of your own in a strange place like this cabin, with a strange
man you never met till yesterday."
"Thank you," she said. She stifled back more words and then just broke
down and started crying. The hug barrier had been broken by her, and I
felt comfortable holding her and comforting her while she held on to
the teddy bear and sobbed into my chest.

We sat there together for a long time. Me holding her, and she crying
into my chest.
"No one's been this nice to me in such a long time." She blubbered.
I shushed her and held her tighter.
She fell asleep eventually, still in my arms. All cried out, she just
sort of faded out with the tears and the crying to be replaced with
heavy breathing. I picked her up gently and carried her to her bed.

The next morning she already had breakfast ready and on the table when
I stumbled from my bedroom into the kitchen. She seemed more content,
a little happy. She had identified a role in the household of being
the cook for us and felt more comfortable fitting in. She was wearing
one of the new outfits, which fit her far better than my oversized
pajamas did.
"Good morning!" she greeted me with a motion to my chair and the food
already dished out onto my plate.
I smiled and took a seat and dug in. I hadn't realized how much I
missed freshly cooked meals. Cereal and toast had become my staple
since I moved out, and in the winter months, a cold breakfast just
doesn't kick start you as well as a hot one.
"I see you're wearing one of your new outfits." I said between bites.
She smiled and nodded.
"I'm glad they fit." I added.
"Thank you again for getting me the extra clothes," she started.
"It needed to be done. You only had the one outfit, and couldn't very
well run around here naked when that was in the wash." I said.
She gave me a funny look, and I added quickly, "It's way too cold for
that."
She smiled, but I think she was smiling for another reason.
After breakfast she would hear none of my arguments as she cleaned up
and refused to let me help.
"You've done enough around here for me, let me pull my keep." She
said.
I let her. If this made her feel comfortable while staying trapped in
a snowbound cabin with a stranger, then so be it.
I sat at the table and watched her put things away, wash the pans and
put the dishes in the dishwasher. The clothes fit her very well, I
noticed. She had a very nice body. A bit underweight, perhaps due to
all the stress and fatigue that she had gone through, but it was a
tight sexy body to go with her very pleasant face. I shook myself and
realized that I didn't even know how old she was. Dirty old man, get
your mind out of the gutter.
"Jenny," I asked. "just how old are you?"
She finished setting the dishwasher and sat down at the table.
I guess it was as good a time as any to get some details out of the
way.
"I just turned eighteen." She said.
Hmmmm, I thought. "Then why were you going with your uncle?"
She shrugged. "No other place to go. No family, our apartment was
rented and we hadn't paid rent in months, and I had no job. No friends
either since I was taking care of mom all the time."
"I know it's a little abrupt, but can I ask you what plans you have?"
She sat still for a moment thinking.
"I didn't have any."
"College?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I had to drop out of school."
Her mom really did take all her time and energy. In one regard I
pitied her for loosing her mother with all the energy she had spent
taking care of her, but on the other hand, the toll it took on this
girl was so much that her mom's death was a blessing. She had lost her
life as well, and now came the hard part of picking up and finding a
new life.
"Well," I said as I changed tactics seeing the agitation from my
questioning, "Why don't you give it some time while you're here to
figure out what you would like to do. I would be more than happy to
help you."
"Thanks," she said as she stared into my eyes, trying to figure me
out.
It was a piercing stare, it became a bit uncomfortable for me so I
changed subjects.
"Ok, Jenny, how about you ask me some questions. Get to know me for a
change." I smiled as best I could to disarm her.
She leaned forward in the chair and started firing questions at me.
Clearly she had wanted to ask me these for sometime but didn't find
the right time or chance to do it.
"What do you do?"
I told her about my consulting business, just general details.
"Why are you out here all alone?"
I paused at that question, then decided that the truth was best.
"I moved out here after my divorce to get away from it all."
"Divorce?" she asked.
I nodded and just like most teens, she asked me why I got a divorce,
unaware that that was a highly personal question. The question made me
cringe and literally hurt inside. She saw this and tried to relent. I
shook my head and said that it was ok, I could answer it. She was
quiet while I told her about my marriage, about Louise, about work,
about her lover, about my failure to keep Louise happy and in love
with me. I poured everything out. Once I started I just couldn't stop.
Some of the parts I told were in anger, but most of it was from pain
and failure. I paused when done and she sat staring at me for a long
moment then said.
"The truth was she didn't love you, she loved someone else."
I was stunned. It hit me like a pile of bricks. All this time I was
blaming myself and second guessing my moves, actions and inactions. I
had wallowed for two years in self-loathing, and it took twenty
minutes for this girl to completely tear apart my argument. Such a
detachment, no emotions to cloud the issues, she had cut right to the
bone of the issue. It was so clear. She loved someone else, not me. It
wasn't my fault, it wasn't her fault, she just wasn't in love with me.
Affairs of the heart, more powerful that rational thought.
Unpredictable, powerful. I felt my outlook change on that statement.
The world had turned its page and a new story could now begin.
She fired off another question.
"How old are you?"
I smiled. "Thirty six. But I still feel like I'm twenty five."
She smiled back.

I got her involved with some chores around the cabin, each day there
were things to do to keep the cabin maintained and having the extra
set of hands lightened the load. Although the cabin was a modern built
house, things like bringing in firewood for the evening, taking the
trash out, cleaning the porch, feeding Bessie and other things needed
to be done on a daily basis. Letting her take on some of those
responsibilities freed me up to concentrate on the next contract I
needed to prepare for.

Over the next couple of days, we had worked out a routine, where she
managed to wrestle away most of the household chores from me, leaving
me to concentrate on the contract in hand in my study. I could see her
transfer some of that caring that she had for her mother onto me. I in
turn allowed her to and started to enjoy her company. Evenings we sat
on the couch together watching movies and reading next to the fire.
She had managed to sit increasingly closer to me as time went on. I
buried myself into my work, but thoughts of her pulled me out of work
every so often, as I thought about the new spirit that had been
infused in the cabin. The cabin now felt like a home with a new
healthy energy within it.

By the end of the week I had made arrangements to travel to meet with
my client. I was to leave in a few days once the roads had been
cleared. It was a subject I was dreading to bring up with Jenny. She
would have to decide what she wanted to do before I left. I was
willing to help her get a foothold somewhere, help her move out, get a
job, finish school, whatever. I could afford it, that's for sure, but
a large part of me had hoped that she would decide to stay here in the
cabin with me. I had quickly gotten used to her, and truth be told I
enjoyed her being around, and having someone to talk to. I quickly put
that out of my mind, racking it up to flights of fancy of an old man
with a fools wish. I was twice her age, and the last thing she would
be interested in was staying out her in the middle of nowhere,
cleaning and cooking for an old man.

That evening, after dinner we sat down in front of the fire and
chatted. I brought up the pending trip, and she nodded and waited for
me to continue. I swallowed.
"A week ago I asked you what you wanted to do next. I said I was
willing to help you, and I mean that." I said. "Have you given that
any thought?"
She nodded but kept silent.
I prodded some more.
"Jenny, we should resolve this before I leave on my business trip.
When I said I was willing to help you, I meant it." I looked her in
the eyes.
"I'm pretty well off, Jenny. I don't want you to think that what you
wanted would be too much to ask for from me. If you want to finish
your schooling and go to college, I would be happy to make that
happen."
She looked at me, a tear down her eye.
"If you want to find an apartment and get a job I can help find one
for you and help."
She started crying and shaking. I guess she didn't think I was that
generous.
"It's ok, Jenny." I said as I held her. "I'm willing to help, don't
worry about expenses."
She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. "Don't you want me?" she
blubbered.
"What?" I asked, a bit shocked.
She broke down, thinking that that meant no.
"Jenny," I reassured her.
"Don't you like me?" she asked again.
I nodded. "Of course I do," I said.
"Then why are you sending me away?" She cried and buried her head into
my chest.
So that's why she was crying! Just call me dense! All this time I
thought she was crying tears of joy about my willingness to spend the
extra dollar for her, and she thought I didn't want her anymore.
I shushed her and held her tighter.
"Jenny," I said. "I've really enjoyed you here with me. You've helped
me realize things about myself that have helped me with my pain. I
never thought that you would want to stay here after the roads have
been cleared."
She looked at me, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"But I do," she said.
"I would like that," I said.
"But it can't be like it has been," she replied.
My heart sank. We had grown close in a short time, something about to
traumatized individuals helping each other. But now she was setting
boundaries. I was willing to accept that, but deep down I wanted
something more. I couldn't allow myself to think it, but in my core, I
knew this was going to hurt.
She saw the look on my eyes, the pain, and I'm pretty sure she knew
what I was thinking, because the next moment, she held my face and
kissed me. She kissed me deeply, passionately, and I returned that
passion with equal intensity. A jumble of nerves and emotions bounced
within me, as my greatest hopes came true and my core responded with
kind.
We finally parted when we ran out of air. She stroked my face as I
held her, the fire crackling in the background. She smiled and added,
"It can't be like it was, I can't stay as your cook and cleaner, but I
will stay as your lover."
My face broke into a bright grin as I kissed her.

The End

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