Chapter 4

John awoke with an arm draped over him and a young body against him.

This was a good sign, if a bit uncomfortable for him.

She appeared to be just asleep, but didn’t wake as John extracted himself from the bed and headed into the bathroom. His hard-on seemed like it hadn’t diminished a bit during the night. Emptying his bladder in a ski jumpers pose helped some.

John put on his robe and a pair of slippers, then went off to the kitchen to make some coffee. He decided on breakfast and on a hunch, made double.

About the time John was finishing up the last batch of French toast a soft female voice tentatively called out: “Hello? Is anybody here? Where Am I?”

John loaded up a tray with coffee and food and headed into the bedroom. The girl was sitting up surveying her outfit when he walked in. She seemed to shrink into the bed when she saw John.

“Hello, My name is John. You’re in my uh... house. You

jumped in front of my car last night and bumped your head.

Are you feeling up to breakfast?” John talked as he crossed

the room.

The girl seemed a little relieved, but not much.

“Who undressed me?” she asked.

“I did, You stunk!” John replied simply.

“Well, I guess I probably did. Haven’t had a chance to shower for a long time.” She was studying John hard as she fingered the T-shirt and felt under the covers at the Jockey shorts she wore.

“Don’t worry, I washed you, but that’s all. Your virtue is intact.” John said.

“Not unless you operated too.” she kind of chuckled, “What have you got to eat?”

“Whatever you want, but I’ve made French toast, bacon and scrambled eggs. First off, how are you feeling?”

“Okay I guess, kind of dizzy really, but starving!” she said.

“You got a bad bump on the head. Let me look at your eyes.”

“What for?” said the girl, pulling the covers up and shrinking back.

“To check how bad your concussion is. I don’t want you choking on a piece of French toast and convulsing in my bed.”

“Okay ... I guess.”

John picked up a small pen light from the dresser and bent over her as he checked each of her eyes. A small difference in pupils, but not too bad. He smiled at her and nodded to the food. She jumped at the bacon and wrapped it in a piece of French toast. It was in her mouth before John could blink.

“Take your time, lots of food here and take it easy. You’re well enough to eat, not to do gymnastics.” John chuckled.

The girl eyed John suspiciously and forced herself to chew a little slower. She noticed that the T-shirt had become twisted around her, clinging to her breasts. She pulled on it to hide her form.

John noticed her discomfort and dug into the closet for

another robe. He handed it to her and she pulled it around

her shoulders and kept on eating.

“Coffee?”

“Yuk! Got any milk?”

“Sorry, long way to the store. Soda pop or Water?” “Pepsi if you got it ... Just how far to the store? Where are we?”

“In the middle of nowhere, about thirty miles from where you jumped in front of me.” John said as he headed into the kitchen for her soda.

“Where was that?” the girl called after him.

“You don’t know where you were?” asked John, returning with her Pepsi.

“Not really. Some jerk kicked me out cause I wouldn’t suck him.” said the girl.

She took her Pepsi and drank a swig to wash down the three pieces of French toast and five pieces of bacon she had wolfed down.

She eyed John for a minute then said: “So what do you have in mind for me?”

“Nothing, actually. You jumped in front of my car last night, I tried to stop, but you didn’t give me enough time to avoid you. You bounced off my fender and into the ditch. You bumped your head on a rock and knocked yourself out.

I picked you up, brought you here, bathed you, doctored you and put you to bed.

I have no plans for you. You’re welcome to stay until you

feel better and can leave anytime you want. I’ll give you a

ride back to the nearest town, which is about eighty miles

away. Besides that I don’t even know your name yet.”

“Theresa. Eighty miles? You live eighty miles from town?”

“Yes, glad to meet you Theresa.”

“Glad to meet you, I think. Why do you live so far out?”

“Because I like to.”

“Who else lives here?”

“Nobody, just me.”

Theresa chewed on another bacon French toast roll up (she shoveled some egg into this one.) as she studied John from the corner of her eye.

“You say I can stay a while, what’s it gonna cost me? I don’t have any money.”

“Nothing. Stay as long as you want. I don’t need money.”

“What do you need?” she asked suspiciously.

“Not a thing in the world. You can stop worrying. You’re far too young for me. How old are you anyway?”

“Uh ... Seventeen”

“How old?”

“Sixteen ... Okay ... Fifteen, but I’ll be Sixteen next month ... What do you mean I’m too young for you? How old are you?”

“Probably old enough to be your mother’s father. I’m forty- three”

“Forty-three? I guess that’s not too old ... Say, how come you got no windows in here?”

“Cause you’re about one hundred and sixty feet below the surface.”

Theresa stopped chewing and looked around kind of scared like. She swallowed hard and asked: “What is this place?”

“I told you, My home! It just happens to be underground.”

“Why?”

“Cause I like it that way. I don’t pay a dime in heating bills. The whole place is solar heated. I got the whole place plus fifty acres of land for less than the price of a half acre plot in the city.”

“Whole place, these three rooms?”

“No, this is just the temporary living quarters I first set up while I’m working on the rest.”

“So how big is it?”

“One hundred seventy feet deep by forty-five feet in diameter. I’ve divided that into fifteen stories.”

“Fifteen stories, forty-five feet in diameter, that’s damn big! What was it, and old mine?”

“No, it was a missile silo”

“A missile silo, like Atomic?”

“Yup. Like Atomic. But don’t worry, they took that part out before they sold it.”

“Huh ... kind of neat. But why?”

“I told you. I like it.”

“All alone, by yourself? What are you some kind of hermit?”

“I hadn’t thought about it much, but I guess I am. I don’t

care much for the cities.”

“But how do you live? What do you do?”

“Just work on my home.”

“No, I mean for a living. Don’t you have to work?” “Nope.”

“Why not, you rich?”

“Yup, guess I am.”

“Really? How much you got?”

“More than enough. I won the lottery.”

“Really?”

“Yup, really. Fourteen million dollars.”

Theresa stopped chewing. Her mouth hung open, food and all.

“Close your mouth. It looks awful.”

She snapped her mouth shut and swallowed hard. Then jumped up on the bed and said: “You’ve got fourteen million dollars?”

The robe fell off her shoulders. The Jockey shorts almost fell off as she bounced.

“Yup, not all at once, but enough to get by on. Now, come on. Let’s find you some clothes before you fall out of those.”

Theresa snatched at the sagging Jockey shorts and pulled them up. This just outlined her attributes better and made John very uncomfortable.

He started digging in drawers and closets. Theresa watched him wondering what he was doing. He came up with a pair of stretch warm up pants that had a string closure. He handed them to her and turned away. She giggled but pulled them on.

By rolling up the legs, they fit her okay. John found another pair for himself and pulled them on. Theresa watched him without looking away. John looked at her in annoyance.

“I figure that you got to see a whole lot more of me.” she chuckled.

“I guess that’s true, but that was different. You didn’t have much choice about it, but I assure you I was strictly business about it.”

“So you said ... You still got to see the whole thing. It’s only fair that you show me too.”

John was suspicious of her motives. Her sudden interest in him had arisen after he disclosed his financial position.

Even so he said: “I guess by rights you’re welcome to see anything you want. I got nothing to hide ... at least not much.”

“Show me then!” she said defiantly, daring John to reveal himself.

It seemed wrong, but John shrugged and dropped the warm ups. He pulled off his robe and pushed down his Jockey shorts. His penis was at half mast. He stood naked before her. She looked without shame.

“Not bad for an old coot.” She chuckled.

“And you don’t look bad for a little girl. Now can I get dressed?”

“If you want. I don’t care.”, but her eyes still surveyed his body.

The months of hard work and irregular meals had left John trimmer and firmer than he thought of himself.

“I do. I’m kind of chilly.”

“I could warm you up.”

“No doubt, but you were terrified at the thought before you found out I was rich.” John said as he pulled up his shorts and warm-ups. He dug out an old favorite sweatshirt to match.

“That’s not true ... I liked you before that. I just didn’t know you.”

“You still don’t.” John said, digging out some socks and tennis shoes.

“Oh ... you’re okay.” Theresa said.

“You know the difference between a weirdo and an eccentric?” John asked.

“No, what”

“About a million dollars ... or fourteen million in my case.” replied John.

John carted the food tray back into the kitchen. He sat down and finished off what remained of the meal (one strip of bacon, some eggs and half slice French toast with Coffee.)

He told Theresa where her clothes were and where the washing machine was. She went off to do a batch and find her shoes. She came back a while later, barefoot. She seemed kind of distracted, like she was deep in thought. John pointed to her feet and raised an eyebrow.

“Decided my shoes stunk too much. They’re in the washer too.”

“No argument from me. See if you can fit any of my shoes.”

“I don’t need any, really. My feet aren’t cold.”

“Not the cold, I was gonna show you around if you feel up to it.”

“Okay ... maybe a little.”

Theresa dug into the closet and came up with a pair of tennis shoes she could lace up real tight to keep them from falling off.

They got about a third of the way into the tour when John

noticed Theresa leaning shakily against a beam, with a large

fall beneath her. He gently guided her back to bed. “Not

coming in?” Theresa asked, groggily.

“Nope. Got work to do.”

“Suit yourself.” Theresa said sleepily.

“I do.” John said on his way out.

In fact John did very little work at first.

He was upset with himself by how tempted he was to accept the offers of the little darling in his bed. The memory of her nude body from the night before was driving him crazy.