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   The following is entirely a work of fiction.  It is intended for adult
audiences only.  It should not be viewed by minors.  Any resemblance to
anyone, alive or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional.



   Summary: When Russian preteen orphan Katya went to yet another "modeling
assignment", she didn't realize that it would be a life changing
experience-the kind she had only dreamed of.  For lonely writer Charles, it
was a love worth risking everything for.



   Charles is a well known writer, and a somewhat known anonomous pedophile
on the net.  His twenty published books afforded him a comfortable living.
His website of lolita stories, written under a nom de plume, were treasured
by pedophiles who liked stories with romance.



   His inspiration for all the stories were because of the lack of love
life he experienced.  Charles was well traveled, and like Ernest
Hemmingway, he had experienced many adventures, however the one thing that
had eluded him all his life was marriage.



   Charles had experienced long term relationships, but all five of them
had come to unexpected ends after the females in his life had suddenly
revealed flaws far too large to overcome.  In between he had dated many
women, but all the women he met seemed to be bent on an agenda of training,
controlling, owning, and dominating him.  When they had flexed their
desires upon him, he quickly ended the relationships.



   This kind of thing puzzled Charles as he was successful in life and
found it puzzling that a woman would need to change him.  Charles was also
puzzled by men who did have controlling wives.  He guessed that loneliness
for the men was scarier than having a woman who controlled their every
thought and action.  He also marveled at a few men lucky enough to land
brides who were only fifty percent of the relationship-equal partners.  One
such man, David Monaugham, lived down the street and was a close friend of
Charles'.



   Charles marveled at the charmed life David seemed to lead.  Charles
never saw David working, yet David led an upper class income life.  David's
"wife" Linda, was actually a two decades long girlfriend with whom he had
raised a daughter.  David traveled several times a year-supposedly on
business, and he had confessed to Charles of not only banging teen whores
in Europe, but of also banging child prostitutes in Bangkok.



   David also told tales of seeing child sex shows in Thailand, Mexico, and
Serbia.  These had all been arranged by business associates, which made
Charles seriously wonder just what kind of business David was in.  So,
after careful research on the net, Charles knew who to approach on an idea
he had.  After dinner at David's house, Charles was able to get David alone
in the garage for a few minutes.  Charles told David what he was thinking.
David was quiet for a moment, then told Charles thast he would make a few
discrete inquiries and would get back to him in a few days.  David was true
to his words and three days later he gave Charles a detailed intinerary to
follow and a pair of contacts to call once he was overseas.  The next day,
Charles went to a travel agency.

   ___________________________________________________________________

   Katya knew why she was being called from the dorm.  The pretty eleven
(soon to be twelve ) year old knew from the tone of the voice of the "dorm
mother" that another well heeled European or American had come to take nude
pictures of her.  This was her fourth "modeling assignment" in the past two
years.



   The last "photographer" had actually pounced on her and shoved himself
into her.  It had hurt and she had bled, but the dorm mother had allowed
her to sleep in a warm private room downstairs that night, instead of the
cold upstairs dorm, after the attack.  Two of the photographers just
required blowjobs and the remainder had fingered her, then jacked off onto
her-taking pictures of the semen on her face.



   Katya checked her face in a mirror, then dashed downstairs where the
dorm mother stood with the photographer.  Katya noticed he was tall, just
at six feet, with a slightly athletic build.  He had salt and pepper hair
and looked dapper in grey slacks and and a black overcoat open enough to
reveal a white dress shirt underneath.  Katya forced herself to smile and
greeted the dorm mother who struggled through a thick accent to pronounce
the photographer's name as Mister Johnson.



   "Do you speak English?" the man asked.



   "Some" Katya answered.



   The dorm mother looked at her watch, and told the man to return Katya no
later than eight, and if she's that late, to feed her.  The man then led
Katya out the door to a car.  Katya noted that it was a nice car, nicer
than the other photographers had.  He drove a short distance, from the
orphanage to the only local hotel.



   When they arrived, two of the locals shot Katya a knowing look as she
entered the hotel with the man.  For a brief second she worried that
hooking at the hotel might be in her future.  She forced the idea out of
her head as she ascended the stairs to the upper level-where the hotel
rooms existed above a restaurant and book store.



   When they reached the room, the man picked up a camera.  Katya started
undressing as he took unposed pictures of her.  After she was nude, he only
had her strike several poses, none of which had her legs spread wide open.
Afterwards, she was surprised that he told her to get dressed.



   Katya did as he told her, then thought he was just going to return her
to the orphanage.  He surprised her a third time by taking her to the
restaurant downstairs.  After they were seated and given menus, he told her
to order for them.  Katya lit up and ordered the most expensive item on the
menu.



   Minutes later, a bowl of stewed beef, boiled potatoes, and a loaf of
bread were brought to the table.  Katya dug in, as this was much better
than the food served at the orphanage.  She stuffed herself, washing down
the food with tea.  It was only as she slowed down that a conversation
began.



   "So, how did you come to be at the orphanage?" he asked.



   Katya thought how to answer him in English.  "My mother, father" she
paused, gesturing with her hand to show they drank, "then", she continued,
"my father, he..." She gestured again to show that her father had stabbed
her mother.  "I come to the home, then."



   He leaned across the table and took her hand, gently squeezing it.  She
was surprised at his gesture and smiled nervously.  Frosted cake was
brought to the table and the couple slowly ate as they wordlessly flirted
with each other.  After dinner, he drove her back to the dorm.  After he
had stopped, she got ready to jump out, but he stopped her by grabbing one
of her hands.He gently reached out with his other hand, touching her under
the chin and pulling her forward.  He leaned in, kissing her on the lips.
Katya nervously smiled, being surprised again by the American.



   "Bye" he said.



   "Bye" she replied getting out of the car slowly.



   She closed the door, then looked once more at the man, before she turned
and ran back towards the orphanage.  Katya was aswim with emotions.  This
had been a great short trip from the orphanage.  The other trips had been
descents into lust, but this had been so different.  For the first time, a
man had treated her well.She secretly hoped to see him again, but knew the
chances of that were remote at best.  The dorm mother was waiting for Katya
when she returned.  After being asked, Katya gave her a run down on the
evening's activities.



   Since she had already eaten, Katya was sent upstairs to attend to "her
studies".  Katya ran upstairs and took up station in a window where she
dreamed of one day escaping the orphanage.  After dinner, the girls were
run through the showers and had some light cleaning before they were
allowed to climb into bed.  After lights out, Katya's best friend, Viola,
climbed into bed with her.



   "So, what happened?" Viola whispered.  Katya, again, told the tale of
the evening.  Katya then took it a step further by talking about the
evening as if it had been a date and then telling Viola of a future where
they could escape the orphanage.



   "It is a nice dream", Viola said.

   _____________________________________________________________________

   That night in her dreams, Katya imagined herself in a giant ballroom. 
She was wearing a large frilly gown.  An orchestra played waltz music. 
Katya was approached by a man, only seeing him from the shoulders on down
in the dream.  The man asked her to dance, then led her out onto the floor.
The man then twirled her about in time to the music.



   The dancing left her breathless and as the song ended, Katya paused to
look up at the face of her dance partner.  Katya stirred awake.  It was
dark and the half moon shined through the windows of the dorm.  Katya felt
utterly alone, although the dorm was filled with sleeping girls.  Quietly,
Katya slipped from her own bed and into Viola's bed.  Katya spooned up next
to Viola, who moaned for a second, then began to suck her thumb.  Katya
closed her eyes and drifted back into the bliss of sleep.

   ____________________________________________________________________

   Back in the U.S., Charles downloaded the pictures of Katya.  The pretty
eleven year old had a pixie like face with almond shaped eyes, button nose,
and plump full lips.  Her face was perfectly framed with a mop top haircut.
Her body was like that of a girl her age, with tiny bumps on her chest
topped with puffy brown nipples and a hairless mound between her legs. 
Charles paused on one picture, which had her nude and laying on her side.
He looked at the picture for several minutes while he remembered Katya.  An
idea began to form in his head.



   The next day he was at David's house.  When he got David alone, he told
him what he was thinking.  David looked incredibly at Charles.  After a
moment he said:"You know this is going to cost you a lot of money."



   "I'll take out a loan if I have to.  My house and car are paid for, so I
got collateral up the butt" Charles replied.



   "Why don't you just adopt the normal way?"



   "I'm single.  My closest family member is hundreds of miles away.  I
have no girlfriend or wife, and my writings can be construed many ways. 
Besides, if they dig deep enough, they might find out about my recent trip.
I didn't have sex with her, but that's not important to prosecutors. 
Recently, facts pale in importance with the need to burn the pedophile at
the stake.  How you ever did what you did, I'll never know.  I'm too
chicken to find out.  I do know it costs about twenty grand to get a mail
order wife.  This has to be about the same, or cheaper."



   "I didn't know it cost that much to get a mail order bride" David
observed.  "Oh yeah, by the time you trade emails, make overseas phone
calls, make a couple of trips overseas, pay a lawyer, go to the feds for
paperwork, it adds up."



   "Wow."



   "With my luck with women, there is something to the old saying 'to get
the best fruit, pick it directly from the tree'.  I've even thought about
being a Mormon, but that might take a long time and I'm not hot on the idea
of secret rituals.  I've thought about Mexico, but I've seen some things
that turn me off to the idea.  So, what do you think?"



   David was quiet for a moment.  "Let me make some phone calls" he said,
"then I'll call you."



   Two days later, the phone rang at Charles' house.  "The publisher you
work for", David asked, "they should have a private jet.  Do you think
they'd let you borrow it?"



   "I don't know, but I am definitely going to try."



   "Good, because that makes things a lot easier."

   ____________________________________________________________________



   Mid morning of the next day, Charles was in New York City.  His
publisher was surprised to see him.  Charles had carefully prepared what he
was going to say to her.  His books had been good sellers and he had never
once asked a favor.  He even sweetened the deal by offering to pay for the
gas costs and the flight crew.  He told the publisher that he was making
the trip for research and he wanted to get quickly in and out rather than
do the tourist thing.  The publisher seemed to either buy the story, or not
argue with one of her best authors.  However, the publisher wasn't
authorized to make such a decision and told Charles she would call him in
the next couple of days.



   Late the next day she called him and told him it was a go and he'd only
have to pay half of the gas costs.  Three weeks later, at a small airport
in Southern Russia, a twin engine Gulfstream jet set down.  David and
Charles got out of the jet.  They were greeted by the local customs
official, who stamped their passport, then saw to it that they were taken
to a waiting rental car.



   Getting in the Mercedes they turned away from the airport and drove for
two hours.  Once at the orphanage they met the dorm mother and went into
her office where David gave a masterful display of verbal gymnastics.  It
took less than ten minutes and an envelope filled with money for the dorm
mother to grant Charles' wish.

   _____________________________________________________________________

   Katya wasn't having a good week.  It was her week to help out in the
kitchen.  Along with five other girls, she had to wash pots and dishes, mop
floors, take out garbage, and clean up after the cook.  It was the last
part that Katya despised the most.  The fat woman who cooked at the
orphanage seemed to take great joy in making a mess that girls in the
orphanage had to clean.

   To make matters worse, the woman wasn't a good cook and the meals were
barely edible.



   Katya was scrubbing a pot when the kitchen phone rang.  The cook, who
was the only one authorized to use the phone, answered it.  She listened,
fixing her gaze on Katya, then ended the conversation with a couple of
"Da's".



   As she hung up the phone, she told Katya to go upstairs and pack her
clothes because she was leaving.  Katya couldn't believe her ears.  She
stopped in mid stroke and stared at the cook.



   "Did you hear me?  go, go" the cook ordered.



   Katya dropped the rag and ran out of the kitchen.  She then made record
speed as she ran upstairs to the dorm.  She was nearly breathless when she
reached her bed.  Her clothing and personal items were stored in a canvas
bag underneath.  She pulled up the canvas bag and spotted Viola looking at
her from the bathroom.



   She rushed over where Viola was cleaning in the bathroom.



   "I'm leaving" Katya said.



   "Are you being adopted?" Viola asked.



   "I don't know, I guess so." The girls looked at each other and a
thousand words were said with a look.  The girls tearfully hugged each
other, squeezing tightly in an expression of love and friendship.



   Katya was the first to let go.  "I'll love you forever Viola."



   "I know, now go."



   The girls shared a quick hug, then Katya ran out of the dorm and
downstairs.  Her heart was going like a triphammer wondering what was about
to happen as she opened the dorm mother's door.  When she saw the nice man,
with another man she was both happy and confused at the same time.



   "Katya, you are leaving us today.  How do you feel about that?" the dorm
mother asked.



   Katya tried to smile, but only halfway succeeded.  She slowly stepped up
to Charles and wrapped her arm around his waist.  He embraced her and a
full smile appeared.



   "Forever?" Katya asked.



   "Forever" the mother confirmed.



   Katya hugged Charles who lifted her up and started walking out of the
office with her.  David picked up Katya's canvas bag, which had been
accidentally dropped.  The happy trio walked out of the orphanage and got
into the car.  Charles sat Katya in the passenger seat before he got in
himself.



   After he had started the car and started down the road, Katya took his
right hand.  With her limited English she said:"I am very happy to see
you."



   Charles lifted her tiny hand to his lips and kissed the hand.  Katya
smiled and blushed at the gesture.



   Two and a half hours later, they were back at the airport.  As they
pulled up to the small terminal building, the same customs official who had
stamped their passports counted heads and began to approach the car.  In a
manner so smooth that it didn't appear planned, David jumped out of the car
the second it stopped.  Smiling he walked up to the customs officer and
shook his hand.  The customs official felt something in his hand and
glanced down and saw a small wad of hundreds.  He quickly pocketed the wad
and smiled, acting as if he was greeting the trio as long lost friends.



   Wasting not a second, the trio went right to the plane, which had been
started the second the car pulled up.  Katya had never been on a plane and
smiled nervously as Charles belted her in a seat.  She felt better when he
sat next to her and took her hand.  Minutes later the plane was roaring
down the runway gathering speed for liftoff.



   Katya squeezed Charles' hand nervously as she saw the world outside the
window speed by with increasing velocity.  The moment of liftoff was
scarier than anything she had ever experienced.  Katya was surprised that
the men on the plane seemed to be so calm about the moment.  When the plane
reached cruising altitude, the men unbuckled their seat belts but a scared
Katya remained buckled in.



   Five and a half hours later, the Gulfstream set down at a private
airport near Birmingham England.  Following air traffic controller
instructions, the pilots taxied the plane next to a designated hanger.



   A Police Car with a pair of customs officials waited outside the hanger.
As the pilots and the trio of passengers disembarked the plane the customs
officials asked for their passports.  Silver tongued Dave swung back into
motion.  He noted that the customs officials on duty weren't the ones on
duty when the plane had stopped there before going to Russia.



   Dave was longtime friends with the other officials.  When it came to
light that Katya didn't have a passport, Dave talked the officials into
calling the off duty officials, who were the supervisors of the on duty
officials.  The off duty supervisor told the on duty duo to let the off
duty officials deal with the problem the next morning.  Charles, Katya, and
Dave were allowed to leave for their hotel.



   Like the plane, the hotel was a whole new experience for Katya.  The
first thing she marveled at was the bathroom.  For the first time in years,
she would have not just privacy in the bathroom, but a whole tub to
herself. She started a bubble bath and stripped down, pausing only briefly
to consider that Charles was watching her.  The happy preteen happily
dipped into the tub where she would soak for an hour.



   After the bath, Katya discovered the TV.  She had a TV in her old home,
but it was poor quality, as was the reception and lack of channels.  More
than three hundred channels was totally new and a playground for her to
explore.  While she flipped through the channels Room Service was
delivered. Charles had burgers delivered.  This was also new to her and a
taste treat like she had never known.  She savored every bite smiling at
Charles the whole time.

   ____________________________________________________________________



   The next morning, the senior customs officials were waiting for Dave and
his friends.



   "Bonjourno" Dave called out.



   "Welcome back, going home today?" the Supervisor asked.



   "Of course, but not without remembering the present I promised you" Dave
said as he pulled a pair of tins filled with caviar from his jacket pocket.
"Since you're Customs, you'll have to declare these yourself and pay a fee"
Dave observed.



   "I'll remember to fine myself" the Supervisor replied.



   "I understand there was a passport problem last night" he added.



   "Yes, well you see, my friend's daughter stayed the summer with her
grandparents and we didn't discover until it was time to leave that she had
lost it somewhere."



   "How did she get out of Russia?"



   "The Inspector there was drunk."



   Both men shared a laugh with the joke about the Inspector.When the
laughing subsided, the Inspector said, "Well, I've known you for five years
and you've always kept your word.  I'll give you a pass.  Enjoy your trip."





   "Thank you my friend.  Next time I come through, want anything from the
colonies?" Dave asked.



   "Still have the same email address?"



   "Of course."



   "I'll let you know." Fifteen minutes later, the plane was wheels up and
westbound.  Nearly eleven hours later, the plane set down at a private
airport near Houston.  Unlike the overseas airports, no customs officials
came to the plane.  Charles and Katya said their goodbyes to Dave before
getting in Charles' car.



   Half an hour later, Katya saw her new home for the first time.  Charles
owned a sprawling one story spacious home that resembled a castle from the
outside.  The couple carried their luggage inside, but Charles had them
leave the luggage next to the front door.  Charles then gave Katya a tour
of the house.  Predictably, the tour came to lengthy pause in the game
room.



   Charles had outfitted a thirty by thirty foot room with all manner of
games including a pool table and an air hockey game.  Katya marveled at the
games and had to spend time with each one.  An older Pac Man game did
frustrate her, but that was soon forgotten as she moved on to other things.





   Finally, Katya was shown her room.  It had been a gamble, but Charles
had prepared a room for Katya, or similarly aged girl.  A four poster bed
in the middle of the room dominated the room.  A full length mirror next to
an antique dresser caught Katya's eye, but it was only momentary.  Charles
opened the closet door and stunned her with a closet filled with clothing.



   Actually Charles had bought half of the clothing at a thrift store, but
that didn't matter to Katya as she dove into the clothes, marveling at each
and every item on a hanger.  Charles returned to the foyer to get the
luggage.  He took the luggage to his room where he unpacked and quickly
noted details from the trip in a journal, which he would work into his
computer later as reference material for his writing.



   As he was finishing up, a gleaming Katya appeared in his doorway
modeling a dress from her closet.



   "Thank you" she said.



   "You are welcome" he replied.



   Katya ran up and hugged him.  He hugged her back and kissed her on the
forehead.  Katya ran back to her room to marvel some more in her new
paradise.  That night, Katya and Charles turned in in their respective
rooms.  Charles was going to give her some time to adjust to her new
environment.  He didn't want to make it appear that he had brought her to a
new place for only one thing.  However, as nature will, things took an
unexpected turn that night.



   Katya was drifting off to sleep when she heard the distant rumble.  Late
summer is a time of thunderstorms in Southeast Texas.  The storm was ten
miles away when she first heard it, but it was moving rapidly in the
direction of the house.  Only five miles away, it made a noise too scary
for her to handle on her own.



   She jumped up and ran to Charles' room where she climbed into bed and
spooned next to him.  Charles was amused, and delighted, at the fear of the
girl.  He held her tight and felt her twitch with each thunderclap.



   After half an hour the storm moved on and he felt her drift off into
sleep.  It had been a long time since he had slept with a female and this
one felt and smelled nice.  He felt the suppleness of her body and he
became aroused.  He briefly considered helping himself, but he denied
himself and willed himself to sleep.



   In the morning, the couple awoke laying next to each other with her arm
on his chest.  They smiled at each other and exchanged "Good Mornings", but
the urge to pee kept them from getting physical.



   That night, Katya only briefly considered sleeping in her own room.  The
storm had given the perfect reason for her to appear frightened and climb
into his bed, but it was a residual fear that made her not want to sleep
alone, that and she had become used to sleeping next to others.  She looked
at her bed and wondered if he would be mad if she left this wonderful bed
and went to his.  She summoned her courage and walked down the hall.



   He had heard the soft sound of her feet pit patting on the hardwood
floor of the hallway, so he was looking at his doorway when she appeared.
He could tell from the lonely look on her face that she didn't want to be
alone.  He lifted the sheets, which caused her to smile as she advanced on
his bed and climbed in.



   They cuddled next to each other.  He gave her a paternal kiss on the
forehead.  She gave him an experimental kiss on the lips.  That kiss led to
more as they began caressing each other.  He was caressing her back and she
sensed what he wanted.



   She stopped kissing him to pull her nightshirt off.  Tossing it to the
floor, she resumed kissing him.  He pulled her to him and began caressing
her as the kissing became more intense.  Katya began feeling a tenseness in
her abdomen that she had not felt before.  Her clit was against his hip and
she began rubbing herself against him.  She felt his hands on her ass,
squeezing and pulling her into him.  Her thigh rubbed up against his stiff
dick.  Suddenly, Katya realized where this was going and she remembered the
pain from being penetrated.



   She decided to turn things away from a painful exercise.  She broke from
the kisses and slid her face down his body.  Placing her fingers in the
waistband of his underwear, she slid the shorts down to reveal his stiffie.
She opened her mouth and took his member in his mouth.  She began bobbing
her head up and down while working his dick with her tongue.  Charles was
on cloud nine.  He had dreamt of having an underage girl, and had gone to
strip joints looking for 16-17 year olds that had somehow found their way
in, but he had been luckless in that.  Now he had a preteen expertly
working his dick.



   It was driving him over the edge and he came forcefully in her mouth. 
She took his load, then paused as he had the post cum shivers.  When she
knew he was done, she replaced the waistband she had pulled down.  She then
spooned into him and pulled his arms tightly to her.

   In minutes, she heard the deep breaths of sleep and she drifted off
herself.



   The next morning, Charles got a surprise call from Dave.  Dave told him
to meet a friend to help with his new situation.  Charles hung up the phone
and wondered what he was getting into.  Charles was nervous and he couldn't
help but wonder if this was some kind of Police sting as he arrived at the
restaurant.  He checked in with the hostess at the upscale steak house. 
The person he was meeting hadn't arrived yet.  The hostess seated him at a
table and took his drink order before disappearing.  Charles started
thinking about what he would say.



   As a writer, he imagined several scenarios and he thought of the
dialogue that might take place.  He decided on several key phrases he would
say that weren't incriminating in case this was some kind of set up. 
Finally, after what seemed an eternity his lunch partner showed up.



   "Hi, I'm John McIntosh" a rotund balding man said as he extended his
hand.



   Charles shook his hand before John was seated by the hostess.  After the
hostess had taken John's drink order and went out of earshot, John reached
into a briefcase he was carrying and said:"Dave is an old friend of mine.
We've served together for decades in the same civic organization.  He told
me about your unique situation and I have something that might help."



   Handing Charles two large envelopes he continued:"One is a birth
certificate.  The only thing forged on it is the doctor's signature, the
rest of it will stand up to inspection.  Don't ask me where I got it.  The
other is a transcript that shows she is home schooled.  I know you're a
writer and you stay home, so, at the very least, this will get her into a
home schooled program.  If you do her home schooling, you will need to
apply and I've included an application.  If you know someone that does home
schooling, that's even better.  If you don't, I think I can help."



   Charles thought for a second, "No, I know someone".  Charles paused a
second.  "I didn't expect this.  I don't what to say, except, thanks. 
Thank you very much."



   "It's alright" John replied, "my wife is a Phillipino.  I got lucky with
her.  The process to get her legal was a pain I won't even go into.  So, I
know just how hard your situation would be, that's why I'm glad to help."



   "Thanks again."



   "You don't mind if I order the porterhouse?"



   "Order anything you like."



   Charles was more than happy to pick up the tab.  Getting paperwork for
Katya had been on his agenda and this meeting had not only sped up things,
but made things a lot easier.  John had solidified an idea he had been
mulling over which he would try to resolve tomorrow.  For now, he just
wanted to rush home and show Katya the paperwork.



   When Charles got home he called out to Katya.  Hearing no response, he
grew a little worried.  He began a search of the house.  The house,
although one story, was sprawling with a center portion, east and west
wings, and an addition.  Eventually he found her in the addition, which was
an indoor pool-jacuzzi-sauna.  Katya was blissfully swimming in the pool.
She did see him once he stepped out on the deck and smiled at him.  He
thought for a second and decided to recover the spontaniety of childhood.



   He stripped down and jumped in the pool.  Katya squealed in delight and
playfully retreated.  Charles went after her and the couple played in the
pool, with each groping certain body parts, but also splashing each other.
Finally, he pinned her to the wall of the pool and kissed her.  She wrapped
her arms and legs around him and passionately returned his kisses.  The
couple began caressing each other.  He untied her bikini top and placed it
on the pool deck.  Minutes later, she helped him tug her bikini bottoms
off.



   With both of them now naked, she rubbed her body against his.  Katya was
feeling nervous about what was about to happen.  She could feel his rock
hard dick poking her mid section and she knew he was about to penetrate
her. Her last time had been so painful, but she had grown to care deeply
about Charles.  She was willing to try again, hoping that it wouldn't hurt
as much.



   She reached and took his tool in her hand.  She guided him to her.  He
pushed into her.  Because she was small and and he was large, getting him
in her was a problem, but after several tries he got the head in.  Katya
gasped, more surprised by the pressure than anything else.  There wasn't
any pain, so Katya used her legs to pull him more into her.  Finally, when
he had half of his dick in her, she felt a little pain.



   "Wait, slow" she said as she positioned herself so he couldn't go any
further.



   She began rocking back and forth, feeling a growing pleasure she hadn't
known before.  He picked up on her rhythym.  In minutes, they were grunting
in unison as they passionately made love in the pool.  She felt him quicken
his pace, then felt him stiffen as his dick pulsed in her.  She held him
tight, then felt him relax as his dick lost stiffness and popped out of
her. She gave him a long passionate kiss, then started climbing out of the
pool.  He climbed out of the pool behind her.  She stood there smiling at
him.  He picked her up in his arms, eliciting a small squeal from her.  He
carried her off to bed, where they made love deep into the night.

   ______________________________________________________________________

   In the morning, the couple developed a new routine with Katya playing in
and near the house while Charles busied himself in his study, writing and
checking his investments.  When the mid day mail arrived, the bill came
from his publisher and he was able to place a final tally on the trip,
which came in at just under fifteen thousand.  Although the couple shared
time together for meals, there was plenty of things for each to do that
kept them apart during the day.  So caught up was Katya in exploring the
house and other activities that she didn't notice Charles emptying out the
garage.



   It was a little after seven that it happened.  Katya was in the library
when she heard the loud musical noise.  Dropping the book in her hands she
ran towards the source of the noise.  When she reached the garage, what she
saw amazed her.  Charles was seated behind a drum set playing, while four
other adults played either guitar or keyboards.  Katya didn't recognize the
song, but would find out later that the musicians were a RUSH tribute band.





   After the first song ended, Charles introduced his new "daughter". 
There was a ten minute break while each musician took time to talk to
Katya, then the music resumed.



   Two hours later, the music finally ended for the night.  As the
musicians said goodbye, a sleepy Katya went inside for the night.  Charles
corraled the keyboardist, and had her come into his study.  Kristen, a
fellow band member for the past two years, had invited him to several of
her family events, so he hoped she would be open to what he was about to
ask.  He started off by telling her he had seen Katya on a trip to Russia,
had taken her picture and he had learned she was in an orphanage.After
becoming obsessed with her, he enlisted the help of his friend Dave, who
helped him smuggle the girl out.



   Kristen was amazed at his tale.  His candidness left her open to the
question he asked her, asking her to add Katya to her home schooling group.
The dancing of her eyes told Charles that Kristen looked forward to the
challenge of teaching a foreign student.  Charles gave her the application
that John McIntosh had given him.  Charles then walked Kristen out to her
car.



   Charles went to his bedroom where he found a naked Katya on top of the
bed making playful eyes at him.  He climbed in the bed and kissed her. 
"Katya" he asked, "how we make love, get naked, you must never tell
anyone."



   "I understand" she answered.



   "You do?" he asked.



   "I go back to the home, yes?  Back to Russia?"



   "Yes."



   "I know.  In home we never tell about men, or they take us to Moskva. 
Moskva very bad."



   "I'm sorry."



   "Is o.k., I love you.  Do you love me?"



   He kissed her.  "Yes, I love you very much." They kissed for several
minutes and her hands were roaming around his body.  Charles finally
stopped her.  He told her she was going to school, starting in the morning,
telling her about Kristen and her home school group, adding that she would
be studying with Kristen's two daughters and a boy related to one of the
guitarists.



   "Tonight I am girl, tomorrow I am stu-dent?" she asked, struggling with
the last word.



   "Yes" he answered.



   "Then kiss me like girl."



   She smiled as he pulled her to him and kissed her.  In a minute his
clothes were off as the couple made passionate love for the next hour, then
fell into a slumber that led to a yearslong relationship of mutual love and
respect.



   The End







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