It had been four years. Laura had been gone that long and it still seemed like yesterday to me. I am Bill. I was married to Laura for twelve years. Twelve wonderful and happy years. Then in one terrible blow it had ended. Laura had been taken from me by a stupid accident.
She had gone to the convenience store for a few things to finish off dinner. She would just be gone a few minutes. The next thing I knew a policeman was knocking at our door with our local minister. There had been an accident. Laura was gone. I can't remember much after that. She had pulled out in front of a semi-truck. He couldn't stop in time. Killed instantly they said.
Numbness gripped me for over a year. Friends tried to get me out and about. I just sat at home and brooded. Insurance money sat unspent in an account. I went to work still... each day quietly hoping that I was having a bad nightmare. One day I woke up and realized that Laura was gone. She was not coming back.
It was a Friday, I called into work and took a sick day. I sat around and cried, suffering a rude awakening. I had been angry and lost for so long it seemed. I determined that from that day on I would live. Live as best I could because life was too short.
Still the emptiness in me haunted and tormented as I went forth living. Two years later, I had dated a few women. Nothing. I felt nothing and acted like I felt. Cold and alone. I could see it was me, not them. I wasn't going to find anyone else to replace my Laura. I guess deep inside I couldn't let go of her at all.
One day, I just gave up trying to find someone else. It wasn't working out and I hated making others feel miserable on our 'dates'. I spent more and more time just walking around the city. I would visit the museums, the parks, libraries, anything to occupy my time.
I noticed that I had been pushing my walks to go on the fringes of 'safe' and gone to the parts of town that most people would not travel on foot by themselves. Nobody bothered me. Nobody came near me or threatened me. I was left alone.
On one walk I noticed a young girl in cut-off jeans and a very skimpy top hanging around the stairs to a rundown tenement building. She just looked like she didn't belong there. White skinned, blonde hair, nice body with a very nice chest. A large black man came out and started to talk to her. She looked afraid of him, yet she stood close to him. Handing him some cash he gave her a small packet and turned and left.
She glanced at me with the look of a ghost afraid of it's own shadow. Putting the packet in her pocket she started to walk near me as I went on my way. Just behind me and to one side I could catch sight of her from time to time. We got to the park and she kept close to me. There were some bad apples hanging around there, so I knew why she was closer to me. I was her protection of sorts.
We walked around the park and on the other side she caught up to me.
"Hey mister. Would you like some company? Uh... Your not a cop or anything are you?" I was a bit taken aback for a second. At first I wasn't sure she was talking to me. Then as realization dawned on her 'offer' I was a bit speechless.
"I'm not sure I know what you want."
"Well mister, I think I know what you would like. I am worth it too. I can show you a real good time... if you know what I mean."
"Young lady, you should be in school not out here... propositioning strangers."
"Hey, you aren't my dad. I just offered to help make you feel good for a bit not be lectured about how I live."
She turned away and left me standing there. I had just been propositioned by a girl young enough to have been my daughter, if I had one. Did I look so alone that she could see something in me that I couldn't see myself? Or had I just looked like some easy money for her to score?
That encounter stuck in my mind all that weekend. I was a bit stunned that someone as young as her would be turning tricks for a pimp. I found myself wondering about her and her past. What had made her go this way? What had caused her to begin selling her body for cash? Drugs?
The following week I became engrossed with work and getting some contracts signed. After each work day I would go home and work on the details, then go to bed. I didn't walk around at all being so busy trying to get everything done. That weekend the contracts were signed. I took the clients out for dinner. We went to a nice restaurant and as we ate I saw her. She walked by on the street, dressed in a very tight, short skirt, low-cut skin tight top with no bra. She looked like a cheap hooker on the prowl.
She was only in my sight for a short time. After dinner and a few drinks I saw my clients to their hotel and then I headed home. On my drive I went out of my way a bit and drove down the street where I had first seen her with her pimp. There she was, standing on the street corner, looking like a little girl trying to look like an adult.
I pulled over, a reflexive action on my part. I didn't know what to say, what I was doing. I was lost as she looked. She came over to the passenger window. I rolled it down as she leaned in.
"What'cha looking for mister... Oh, it's you. What do you want man?"
"Um... I don't know. Talk? Can you talk to me?"
"Hafta charge ya, ya know mister? I charge by the hour... or half hour. Fifty will getcha half an hour."
"Never mind. Sorry to have bothered you."
"What the fuck's you're problem man? Fuck off fucker!"
She stood up and angrily walked away from the car. I was stunned at her speech and her reaction. Then I remembered that she was a hooker, and to her time was money.
I rolled up my window and drove away. I was troubled with my actions. Why had I felt a need to pull over to talk to her? What was I trying to do? I went home and sat around wondering if I had become so desperate that I was about to resort to hookers for my sexual pleasure. Searching deep inside myself I realized that was not why.
I slept the troubled sleep of old the next few nights. I couldn't get her out of my mind. One day at work as I opened my desk drawer it hit me. She looked an awful lot like Laura had at that age. Same hair, same breasts, same body. How had I been so blind to have not realized this right away?
I didn't see her around after that for quite some time. Then, one night as I took a walk I came across a huddled mass in the park sitting on a bench. Cuts and bruises all over her face and shoulders. Crying into dirty clothing and looking like hell.
I sat next to her, not touching, but close. She looked at me with a mixture of fear and suspicion. I didn't say a word. Sitting there I began to feel like a fool. What was I doing? I didn't know. She continued crying and then sobbing a bit she began to get up. I held out my hand, offering her my hanky.
"You look hurt. Can I take you to the hospital?"
"FUCK YOU! I can take care of myself. Go away. Leave me alone."
"I was just trying to help."
"Yeah, sure, just like Alphonse. I'll help you little girl, then next thing you know here I am a whore on drugs getting beat up for fun by my johns."
"That's not what I meant. I want to help you. What can I do for you?"
"Just leave me alone. You are all alike. Men use women like me and give us nothing but pain. Go away and leave me alone!"
"Look, you're hurt and obviously without a roof over your head. I have some money... not a lot with me, but take it. At least get a motel room and something to eat."
Grabbing the money out of my hand she looked at me, then turned and ran into the night. I sat there for a bit thinking. I questioned my motives and then my actions. I was lost in thought when a shadow fell over me. Looking up I saw a large man standing in front of me.
"Hey man... you seen a sweet young thing around here? Blonde, short skirt, nice tits?"
"No I haven't. Is she someone important to you?"
"Ha hah hah... no man, not important. She's just one'o my whores ya know? Alphonse has the best white whores in town."
"So, you're her pimp then?"
"Yeah, that's what I am. Lil bitch ran out on me earlier tonight. I needs to teach her some manners. Can't be leaving the johns ya know what I mean?"
"Perhaps she doesn't want to work for you anymore... Alphonse."
"Oh, you don't get it do ya? She has to work for me or she ain't working at all. That's the rule ya know? My turf, my girls, my whores. Them's the rules."
He left me sitting there. I was sure that if he found her she would get hurt even more. I had to find her before Alphonse did. I got up and headed off in the direction I had seen her running to. I walked for an hour, never seeing her at all. Giving up I turned and started to head home. I decided to take a short cut and go down a street I had never been on. As I walked along in the darkness I heard something in the shadows near a dumpster. Listening I realized it was someone crying. A girl.
I went over and in the dim light I saw it was her. Crouched on her knees in the corner of the building. I reached down and took her by an arm.
"You are coming with me. To my place. You need a bath and some sleep in a nice warm bed."
"Why are you doing this? Don't you know what I am? What do you want from me? What, are you some kind of kinky bastard?"
"Look, even I don't know why I am offering to help you. Lord knows you haven't been very friendly to me. I just can't leave you on the street for Alphonse to find later. Come on. In the morning you can think about what you want. Right now you need a bath and some rest. Also something on those bruises."
I pulled her along with me. She followed reluctantly, but docile enough. As we neared my block she began to pull back.
"I can't. I can't go with you. You live in a nice hood. I can't be here. Your neighbors, they will not like me."
"Hey, I could care less what my neighbors think. Come on... you've made it this far. I may have some clothes that will fit you. My late wife's, but I think you two were the same size."
I got her to my house with a bit more arguing, and in the bathtub. I left here alone and went to the closet. My wife's things were still hanging there. I hadn't been able to remove them as of yet. I liked the smell of her in those clothes. I found a pair of jeans, and a blouse. Looking around in a drawer or two I found a bra and panties too.
I dropped the clothes off at the bathroom door and then went to the kitchen to make up a late dinner for two. Just as I finished, she came in and sat at the table. Clean and fresh, even with the cuts and bruises here and there, she still looked quite beautiful. Her hair in a large ponytail hanging down her back. I noticed that she had not worn the bra.
"So, was your bath soothing for you?"
"Yeah. Why did you bring me to your home? You're not going to be a kinky bastard now are you?"
"No, I'm not a 'kinky bastard' as you say. I just wanted to try to help you in some way. You seem... that is to say... look, I just wanted to help you because you looked like someone I... who needed it. That's all. Besides, if I were a kinky bastard like you are thinking, do you think I'd tell you that?"
"Yeah? Well, most people don't help like you do. The other day... you stopped by in your car... what was up with that?"
"I honestly don't know. I guess I wanted to talk to you. Maybe I am curious why you are doing... why you... look, I'll show you to your room. If you need anything during the night just feel free to get what you want."
I showed her to the spare bedroom. While she was looking around, I got some more of my wife's clothes out and took them to her.
"Your wife was just my size. Where is she? Did she leave you for someone else or something?"
"No. She um... passed away a few years ago."
"You still have her things in your room? Man, that's fucked up. You should have gotten rid of that stuff as quickly as you could. Not good to have things like that hanging around to remind you."
"Well, thank you for your advice Dr... I'll be sure to take that to heart tomorrow. Good night. I'll make breakfast in the morning if you want."
Her flippant diagnosis of my problem irritated me and I spoke sharply to her.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so... well... mean. Um... thanks too. For everything."
"Yeah. Good night."
"Night... what's your name anyway? I mean, you have been helping me so well here, We should at least know each other's name. Mine's Shannon."
"Well Shannon, I'm Russell. Sleep well."
I went to bed that night with a mixed heart. Part of me was angry at her snippy little commentary on my having not gotten rid of my wife's things. Like I could just throw her things out just like that and not have it bother me. Her things were my only connection with her now and I still missed her so much still.
The other thing that was bothering me was why I had reached out to help a young woman who was probably a druggie and definitely a hooker. Could I sleep safely tonight at all?
I slept roughly and several times I got up and walked by the spare room checking on her. From what I could tell, she slept very well all night. Just at daybreak I slept a bit then got upd started breakfast.
Shannon came into the kitchen just as I was about halfway finished making our morning meal. I had made bacon, eggs, pancakes, and cut up some fresh fruit. She looked around as I set the table and finally started talking to me.
"Good morning Russell. Or would you prefer Russ?"
"You may call me either. Laura, my late wife, used to call me Russ. It works."
"Do you miss her? Your late wife I mean. She's been gone for how long?"
"Three years now. So, are you hungry? Breakfast is served."
I cut the conversation since it was uncomfortable for me. She was way too much interested in my past and I was not interested in explaining anything to her about my keeping Laura's things like I had.
As she ate she looked around at the kitchen. I could see an interest in her eyes. I could tell that she liked the way everything looked.
"You keep a pretty clean house for a guy."
"Thanks. Not a much of anything else for me to do when I'm not working."
"So... you seeing anyone? You know, dating?"
"I dated a bit... gave it up."
"You must have loved her a lot."
"Yeah. You want some more pancakes or bacon?"
"No. Why do you change the subject every time I mention your wife?"
"Yes you do. Too painful yet? You must have been a close couple. Not like my mom and dad. I'll bet it would have been great to be your daughter."
"We didn't have any children. Laura had a physical problem that made it so she couldn't get pregnant."
"Oh. That's too bad. I can't have kids either. A john beat me pretty bad one night put me in the hospital. I was bleeding pretty bad down there, found out that he had messed me up enough that I will never have kids."
"Why? Why do you do what you do when it causes you so much pain?"
"Hey, gotta live ya know? Alphonse used to take pretty good care of me but he has some new girls now so I am down on his list. I don't bring in as much as I used to. Getting too old or maybe to used up."
I was stunned at how matter of fact she was talking about her life of prostitution. She acted like it was no big deal, that people in her line of work got used up fast. She couldn't have been much past seventeen if that old.
"Do you want out? Would you like to go back to school and get a degree or learn a skill other than... um..."
"Hooking? Fucking for money? I have a good skill. I can fuck and suck with the best of them. It's what I do."
"You don't want to find something else a little... shall I say... safer?"
"Once I wanted to be an engineer. My dad laughed at me. Said women were only good for one thing only and that was having babies."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I think you would have made a great engineer."
"How would you know that? You've only seen me as what I am... a hooker. How could you think that I would have made a great engineer anyway?"
"I don't know. My wife, Laura... she was an engineer. Mechanical engineer. A damn good one too. You remind me of her."
"Yeah... I saw her picture in the living room. Is that why you want to help me? I look like your wife? You want me to pretend to be her? Take you to bed and hug you close... kissing... touching you... just like she did?"
"NO. You can't... she was... I'm not looking for a replacement for my wife. You may look like her in some strange way, but I do not want to be intimate with you like that."
This young girl was upsetting me greatly. I did not fully understand why I had reached out to help her at first, and even now I was wondering why. Shannon had a way of directly asking questions that seemed to drive to the heart of me.
"Oh... afraid you'll catch some disease? I am STD free... well as far as I know anyway. Look, I need to repay you for the clothes and taking care of me."
She stood up and began to strip her clothes off. I turned away and left the kitchen wanting to be away as far as I could get from her. Deep inside I wanted to... have her. She reminded me so much of Laura that I couldn't help myself. I knew that she wasn't Laura though, and that she was far too young too.
I went into my bedroom and waited for a bit. I heard her go into the living room and turn on the TV. Thinking that she had given up trying to 'pay me back' I walked out only to see that she was stark naked laying on the couch spread legged. Her hands were in her crotch, playing with herself.
Her pussy was shaved, and I could see that she was very wet there as well. She looked up into my eyes and then lifted her hands up and out towards me. Her breasts were heaving, nipples hard as she sat there showing me everything she had to offer.
"Come over here and help a girl out will ya?"
"No... you have the wrong idea. I just wanted to help you. You were hurt. You just needed someone to help you out. I don't want to... to... have you that way."
"Oh really? Then why are your pants tented out so far? Pickle in your pocket? I can see that you need a woman. Come on... I won't bite. Hell... I won't even charge you."
She jumped up and began to stalk towards me. I backed up. I felt the bedroom door at my back and I knew that was the last place I should be headed to. I turned and walked quickly into the kitchen, going right to the sink. I busied myself with the dishes, putting them in the dishwasher.
I was shaking. I had wanted her. I had wanted to take her in my arms, hold her close to me. Lay her down on the bed and... I shook my head. My mind was mixed up now. Why had I decided to offer to help her anyway?
She stood in the door to the kitchen, naked. Her face smiling at my discomfort. She was holding her breasts up and out, licking her lips. She had no shame at all.
"Look. You misunderstand why I helped you. I just wanted to..."
"You wanted to be close to someone that reminded you of your wife... Laura. You wanted to have your wife with you again. I can be her for you if you want. I won't mind. I'd even like it. I think you would take care of me and not hurt me. So why don't you come on over here and have me? I'm willing."
"No. I can't. That's not why I helped you. Yes you reminded me of my late wife. I just can't... you are not... please... don't."
She gave up then. She sighed and turned to walk into the guest bedroom. Later she showed up dressed in Laura's jeans and an old white shirt. She looked quite beautiful and even a bit happy under that facade of toughness.
"Thanks for the clothes. They fit me pretty good. Your wife must have been exactly my size. So... you miss her quite a bit yet huh?"
"Yes. I miss her quite a bit."
"Why don't you move on? Find someone else? There's a lot of fish in that sea you know."
"Tried... just didn't feel right. How about you? Why are you 'living' as you put it, like you are? Why not go home to your parents and..."
"Look, my mom is a drunk. My dad used to beat me and when mom was too out of it to provide him with some... 'fun' he would come and use me. From the time I was eleven. I ran away and never looked back."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know..."
"Yeah... well don't worry about it. I can take care of myself pretty good. I've done alright this long anyway."
"So... how old are you? Really I mean."
"Nineteen. Almost twenty. Two months."
"You look a bit younger."
"Yeah, that's why I was so popular with Alphonse's customers. I look younger than I actually am. Most of his 'clients' like very young girls. With my pussy shaved clean and my hair in pigtails I look about twelve or so."
"That's life pal. Most men are dogs. They want sweet young virgins to have their rocks off in and to use in anyway they feel. Then they want to dump them in the gutter afterwards."
"Some men maybe, certainly not all men. Nor most men either."
"Yeah, well I see men acting and doing things you probably don't even want to know about. My experience has shown me that any man will do or try to do a young girl. It's only natural. We are softer, better shape to our bodies yet, haven't had a lot of kids or gotten stretch marks... more desirable. Youth and beauty you know?"
"That may be for some men. How about when you get older? What happens then?"
"Mister, girls in my line of work don't get too much older."
"So, why not change your line of work?"
"Go to school, get a degree in something that interests you."
"Takes money. Lots of money. I can't do that and live too. Gotta earn a living somehow. Gotta eat you know?"
My heart was pounding. My thoughts were running faster than I should have let them. What I was about to do... my wife would have kicked my ass for even thinking of offering. Yet... deep inside I felt... maybe not. I plunged ahead with my thoughts in any case.
"Look, I have some money. You could stay here and go to school. I'll put you through college... any college you want. You can get a degree, become what you want to be. I'll pay your way full."
"Are you nuts? You want to pay my way through school? You don't even know me. Why would you want to help me like that... knowing what I am?"
"What you are is a young lady that has had a tough time so far. I am offering a way out for you. I have it. Let me help you. No obligations, no hooks, no strings, no rules. I put you through school, you get a degree in something that you want to do."
She looked at me like I was crazy. I probably was. I know my co-workers would have been shocked and even questioning my sanity for this. All I knew was I felt I had to help this girl out.
"I can't. I can't take your money like that."
"Yes you can. It's not my money anyway. It's my wife's insurance money. From when she died. It's just been sitting there, unused. I don't need it and quite frankly, don't want it either. If it can help someone out... such as you, then it will have gone to good use. Let me help you."
"Alphonse. He'd kill me. He will be hunting me down as it is anyway. He'd never let me go to school."
"Look, you don't have to go to school here. You can go anywhere you want to go. I'll set you up in an apartment or on campus. On me. I will pay for everything. You just have to learn and get good grades. Get that degree and be free of Alphonse forever."
"I don't know. It isn't right. It's your wife's money that was intended for you, not me."
"It's my money. It is right. What could possibly be wrong with using that money to do some good for someone? I'll tell you what, nothing. If you don't use it, that money will just sit there, never being used."
"You're one crazy motherfucker you know that? I was just bullshitting you anyway, I don't want to go to college, I just want to... I like..."
"So, you just tell me what you think I want to hear then? Is that it? I'm just a John you are trying to please? Look, I think that you can be a whole lot better for yourself. I'm offering you a way out. Take it. People don't get breaks like this very often in life."
"Yeah? And end up being in a classroom and seeing an old John in the same class, or maybe even the professor having been a John of mine? Then what? I can't go to school. It's too late for me."
"Shannon, it's never too late. What would you love to do if your past or problems at the present didn't matter? You must have some kind of dream you look forward to."
"Why do you care so much? I'm just trash, poor white trash. A whore. For the right price you can have me anyway you want. A prostitute. Nothing."
"You are a person. A human being. A beautiful and intelligent human being."
"I'm a whore. Paid for sex. That and I have a little... problem with... drugs. I kind of like my crack you know. Right now I would fuck a football team for enough to get a baggie from Alphonse. Starting to bug me a bit. I need a fix, know what I mean?"
"You need to quit the drugs."
"Oh yeah... tell me something I don't know. Look, I'm hooked on this shit. I have no real choice in the matter anymore. I gotta have that fix and soon."
"How about I take you to the hospital and get you some help?"
"No, really. I really do just want to help you. Shannon, you deserve a better life. A nice home, a good person to share with. Let me help you to find that life. I want to help you. Please?"
"Well, it's your money and life. I can tell you that it won't be a whole lotta fun. I've seen people come down from crack before. It isn't pretty. I do want off this shit though."
"Then you'll do it? Let me take you to the hospital?"
"Yeah... ok. Lets go before I change my mind though."
I took Shannon to the hospital. There, an ER doctor looked her over and first treated her cuts and bruises. As he did he kept giving me dirty looks. At that point I didn't think much about it, until the cops showed up that is.
"Excuse me sir. Did you bring in that young lady over there?"
He was polite, but firm. His dark blue uniform and hat seemed to make him larger than life. His height was somewhat more than my own six feet, so I was a bit intimidated. I was confused for a minute, until I realized that he had been called by the doctor most likely.
"Um... is there a problem officer?"
"She has been roughed up a bit hasn't she?"
"Yeah, her pimp."
"So... you're her pimp then?"
"NO. I'm just helping her out."
"Let me get this straight. You're helping out a hooker? Haven't you 'helped' her out enough already?"
Suddenly I knew that they all thought I had beat her. I could see trouble in the near future. I hoped that if Shannon told the truth, they would believe her. I had doubts about that now too.
"Look, I found her on the street and..."
"That's usually where one finds hookers pal."
"I was walking, she was laying in by a dumpster crying. I took her home and cleaned her up, gave her a place to sleep, then brought her here for treatment of her..."
"So, she wasn't quite as tough as you figured then huh?"
"What? No. I mean it's not like that at all. Look, I was trying to help her. Her john beat her up, she is strung out on crack. I'm just trying to help her out. A person can still care can't they? Or is that illegal now too?"
I was beginning to get angry. Who did this clown think I was anyway? I had done nothing wrong and he was more or less accusing me of beating a hooker up in some kind of sick way for pleasure.
The thought of hitting Shannon repulsed me. She was just a girl. A young, beautiful creature that needed help. The cop was looking at my ID as he listened to me, then he called in. A bit later his partner came up and whispered in his ear.
"Hey, look. I'm sorry. We were lead to believe that you brought in this girl because you beat her. The doctor called us. Well... his nurse did. It's what they do nowadays you know? You check out. Um... by the way, sorry about your wife. I was there that night."
"Yeah. Thanks. Are you done then?"
I was fuming and then his mention of my wife caused a roll of pain to shoot through me. Dammit I still hurt. And he had been there that night.
"Wait... one thing officer... Watson?"
"That night... when you..."
"Look... we were first on the scene. She was already gone. She probably never knew what hit her."
"Thank you for that. I have wondered... morbid I know, but it has bothered me."
"You'd be surprised, or maybe not. Quite a few people wonder about things like that."
They left and the doctor came up. His first words to me were the start of an apology to me.
"Um... I'm sorry, I have to report any suspicious things like her marks. So much abuse these days."
"I understand. You could have asked her first maybe."
"Well, in situations like this we usually let the cops ask. Works out better in the long run. She has a drug addiction too you know. Are you her father then?"
"No. I'll take care of the bills though. Here's my credit card..."
"Oh, you'll have to take that to the billings office. They will be more than glad to take your money. I need someone to sign for her treatment though."
"Isn't she of age? She told me she was almost twenty."
"Hmm. I'll have to check out her story then. Can I ask you one thing though?"
"Why am I helping her when I know what she has done, what she has been?"
"Uh... yeah. You have to admit it is kind of strange."
I could see he thought I was some kind of pervert yet. I just shrugged and looked into the room where Shannon sat.
"She reminds me of someone I cared very much for once. I'm trying to pay back a debt to that person."
"Oh I see."
I could see that he in fact didn't see, but I didn't care.
Shannon ended up staying in the hospital for the night. In the morning when I got there I half expected to see that she had left to go back to Alphonse. I was mildly surprised to find her waiting for me in her room.
"Hey. Bet you thought I ran out on you last night didn't you? Didn't expect to find me here yet did you?"
"Honest? Yes. I had a thought that you just might have gone back to Alphonse."
"Nope. You're stuck with me now. You're gonna regret it too. I have to talk to a shrink this afternoon. For the drug rehab." "Ok. Here?"
"Where would you like to go in the mean time?"
"Oh, they want me to stick around. Guess the doctor thinks I'll run out or something."
"Okay then. What would you like to do in the mean while? Magazines? TV? Anything I can get you?"
"I still don't know why you are being so damned nice to me. Why are you so set on helping me out like this anyway?"
"Because I want to. That's all."
"You're about the weirdest man I have ever been around. You're... nice. That's it... you are too nice. Most men would either buy me or just ignore me. You... you're trying to help me. That's a first for this girl."
"Like I told you before, not all men are mean. Matter of fact, most would probably lend you a hand if you needed it."
"Yeah, right, and get a piece of me in return afterwards too. I'd even bet money that they'd get their piece of me beforehand."
"Well, I'm not. I genuinely want to help you out. You have a hard time ahead what with your addiction and all. I will be here to help you each step of the way."
"What are you getting out of it?"
"Lets just say... satisfaction. I'm going to get satisfaction of knowing that I was able to help a beautiful young lady become something better."
"Lots of other deserving ladies out there Russ."
"Well, I found you first."
Shannon spent the next four months at the hospital. I went to see her each day and hold her when she had shakes, bring her magazines and soda's. I was becoming quite close to her by the time she had finished her treatment and was ready to be cut loose.
During this time I began to have feelings of love for this young lady. I would go to see her, visit as long as I could, and then go home and think about her all night. Once in a while I would be visiting her and something she would do or say would cause my cock to get hard. I successfully hid that from her each time.
The day I brought her to my home from the hospital she looked like a normal and beautiful young teenager that was coming home with her father. You could not have been able to tell that just a few short months ago she had been a streetwalking hooker with a drug addiction.
The first night home, I set her up in the spare bedroom and even got her some personal things at the store on the way. She was quiet and laid down for a bit as I made dinner. When I went to get her to eat I listened before knocking at her door.
I could hear what sounded like crying. Knocking softly I waited.
"Uh... dinners ready if you are hungry. It isn't much special, but I think that it's going to taste good. Ummm... are you alright?"
"Yes... yes. I'll be right out Russ. I just need to go to the bathroom first."
When she came into the kitchen I could see from her red-rimmed eyes that she had been crying. We didn't speak much as we ate and then Shannon helped me clean up the dishes afterwards. I kept debating whether or not I should mention her red eyes but she took that away from me right as we finished the cleaning.
"I really want you to know that you have helped me far more than any man has ever helped me before Russ. You are the first person to do things for me and not ask for anything in return. I... I don't know how to repay you, but I will somehow someway. Thank you."
As she spoke to me tears fell down her cheeks. Not being able to help myself I put my arms around her and hugged her close to me. I could feel her tense up as I did, and realizing why, I released her quickly.
"Sorry. I was just... I thought that you... I am proud of you Shannon. You have come a long ways from when we first met."
Shannon looked into my eyes without speaking. Then she suddenly reached out and put her arms around me, hugging me. I was careful to not do the same as I did not want her to tense up again. I felt bad about that.
"I'm sorry Russ. I should have known that you of all people wouldn't have wanted something from me a minute ago when you hugged me. Bad memories I guess."
Reassured, I carefully put my arms around her and hugged her lightly. Shannon buried her head into my chest and held me close. I could smell the fruity essence of shampoo fragrance in her hair as I held her. My heart began to beat faster, and embarrassed, I released her, afraid that she would know.
She looked up at me and smiled. A mischievous and knowing smile. Her arms were still around me and her lower body was tight against me yet too.
"Hmmm... why did you stop hugging me Russ?"
"I... uh... well... you..."
"Got a bit turned on didn't you?"
"No... well... yes. But I didn't want you to think that I..."
"Russ, you are the first man to ever treat me decently. You have given me so much and I have given you nothing in return. It's alright if you want to..."
"NO. Look Shannon, you are a bright and beautiful young lady. I'm older by far and truthfully, I just want to help you. That's all."
"Hmmm, well, you should remind your cock then Russ. It's got a mind of it's own it seems. I didn't know that you were so well endowed either."
I pushed her away. She had begun to grind her crotch into mine, and my erection, which had sprung up while hugging her, had given me away. I was shaken. My mind was racing, looking for answers to questions that I hadn't even thought to ask of it yet.
"You have an effect on me Shannon. It isn't good. I'm too old for you and..."
"Russ, Russ, Russ. I've had far older than you. I 've had older, younger, meaner, nastier, and even more dangerous men than you. But never once a man so nice and thoughtful as you. I think that you and I having it off in bed together would be fun... even great. After all, I do owe you still."
"You don't owe me anything. Look, I want to help you with no strings attached. Can't you just leave it at that? We can't have... we can't do..."
"Oh really? I have what you need Russ. A nice warm pussy, shaved, wet, ready for you. Your cock is nice sized, and very hard. I'm an adult, so are you. You are free and so am I. Look, I want... no... I need you Russ. I need you to fuck me hard... all night long. I want you to make love to me too. I want you to be the first man to actually make love to me. Please? Make love to me?"
"Oh God... Shannon... I... I... just can't."
"Give me a chance. Give yourself a break Russ. You need a woman. You need a woman's touch. I want to be that woman. I want to be your woman. Let me be your lover. You know that you want to deep down inside. I have seen you look at me. I have seen your hard-ons at different times, I know you want me."
"It's not what I wanted. I just wanted to help you Shannon. I didn't have any ulterior motive. I'm not trying to trap you into fu... having sex with me."
"God Russ... I know that. You have been so nice and good. Getting me help, offering to send me to college, everything you have done for me. In that time in the hospital I... I came to love you Russ. I love you. Is it because of my past? Is that it? I'm STD free you know. They checked me several times."
"No, it's not the STD's. You love me? Like a father perhaps. I'm so old compared to you. I love you too Shannon. But... I... you..."
"You really need to let loose and tell me what's on your mind Russ. You love me, I love you. Lovers should fuck. Pretty simple. We need to try each other out a bit in the ol' sack. I'm dying for a good fuck and I know that you have been for a longer time than I have too."
Saying that Shannon began to strip off her clothes. I was shocked, then mesmerized as I watched her body come into view. I didn't stop her, I never even tried to stop her. I just watched as she took off all of her clothes and then stood before me naked.
Her breasts were jutting out, firm and ripe for plucking. I could see her clean-shaven pussy, wet with her desire. Her body was open and her obvious comfort with showing herself to me made it very hard for me to breathe.