Chapter 28: Issues

Sheldon Carrington led a quiet life. Afflicted with various mental disorders, Sheldon got by doing work at the local steel plant, not much above minimum wage. He lived in a small apartment, above an old, deaf, retired lady, Mrs. Easton.

Now Sheldon was almost 42, and he had a problem. Ever since he was a teenager, he’d never been on a date with a girl. Ever. Every time he asked one out, they would laugh at him, or make fun of him. After a while, he just quit trying. His afflictions were just too much of a handicap. Instead, he created imaginary girlfriends. He’d find someone online, some young girl. Photoshop their pictures, make them appear naked. A date was either a photoshop session or an hour of masturbation. At the steel mill, the other guys were always bragging about their ‘hot dates’ or ‘how easy she was.’ Sheldon would listen, but inside him a rage was building. Oh, how he hated girls. Always making fun of him. His friends were all getting laid, getting married, all the time, and hadn’t even kissed a girl yet. Not one.

One Friday evening, Sheldon walked down the street to the local food market. As he walked back to his place, he saw some young girl leaving old lady Easton’s front door, saying “Good bye!” while the old lady, deaf as a post, just waved and nodded. Sheldon slowed down a little. He paused briefly at the end of her walkway. The girl was carrying some literature or something. She stopped at the end of the walkway, looked back at old Mrs. Easton smiling mindlessly. The girl sighed.

Sheldon said, with his usual lisp, “You know, Mrs. Easton is quite deaf. Probably didn’t hear a word you said. You, you selling ... something?””

The girl looked up. Young, she was very cute in her black skirt and purple top. “Yeah, I didn’t think she could hear me. Yes, magazine subscriptions. Want to buy a subscription?” she smiled coyly.

Sheldon looked at what she had, pretended to be interested in a couple. He said OK, then walked over to the steps on the side of the house, climbing up to his apartment on the second floor. The girl hesitated. He said, “Come on. I got money, up here.” She followed him up. At the top, he unlocked the door and went in, leaving it open for her. He put his bag on the counter, then motioned for her to sit at the table. He sat down too, asked what her name was.

Sandra Marie Little had just turned fourteen years old last week, but she still felt younger. Unlike some of her friends in 8th grade, Sandy’s boobs were hardly anything at all. She was still without hardly any pubic hair either. Sandy’s mom said it was just all part of puberty. “Every girl develops at a different rate. You’ll be a young woman one day, don’t you worry.” Well, meanwhile, all the boys were flirting with her friends, not her. She was about 5’2” tall, weighed maybe 108 pounds. Though she had minor breast development, she did have other assets that got better as she grew. Sandy had long, thin legs, very attractive legs. She had a cute little butt, dark blonde hair that came to her shoulders, and one very cute face. Still, she thought she looked like a dumb twelve-year-old.

Sandy was out trying to sell magazine subscriptions. Her mother said if she did, she could keep whatever she made, so Sandy was hoping for some new clothes. She didn’t even have a pair of very short cut-offs. She sat in the chair by the table, putting down her things and began to pull out the magazine list. As she did, the grown-up man asked her name. She said “Sandra,” without even looking up, but then suddenly the man lunged at her! He put one hand across her mouth, the other one behind her head as he jumped from his chair. Sandy almost fell out of her chair, then the man began yanking her around by her head, knocking the chair over. Sandy tried to grab his hand from her face so she could scream, but she kept falling over as he threw her about. She thought her neck was going to break! Sandy screamed into his hand over and over, but he kept dragging her towards the back of his apartment. She grabbed at anything; a chair, a table, an open doorway. He kept shoving, jerking her around violently. Sandy tried to stand up, but he never gave her a chance. In a few, panic-filled moments, she found herself being dragged into a bedroom. She grabbed the door handle, held on tight. He turned, twisted, forcing her to lose her grip.

Sheldon wasn’t thinking clearly again. Once again, he’d neglected to take his meds. Once again, he believed anything he did was the right thing to do. The girl, in the kitchen’s light, was suddenly really cute looking. Maybe, maybe she’d be his girlfriend for a little while. He asked her name. Sandra. Sandy. Kid’s name. He jumped. He grabbed her, threw her about as he dragged her kicking and screaming to his bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, falling on top of her.

“Shhh! Shhh! Shhh! Quiet, quiet. We’re going to go on a date, ok? I’ve, I’ve never been on a date. Can we go on a pretend date together?” Sandy lay there, shaking, still struggling. This guy was talking crazy. He definitely had something wrong with him, some mental problems. Now here she was, laying on this bed, with him on top of her. I have to get out of here! This weird guy kept talking, asking if she’d go on a pretend date with him. She didn’t know what to say. She just wanted to get away. Finally, eyes wide and full of tears, she nodded a little bit. Maybe, maybe if she agreed, he’d let her go. He wanted to go on a date? What did that even mean?

Sandy, trembling, tried not to scream when he slowly let go of her face. She lay there, mouth slightly open, began pleading with him to let her go. The man reached over beside the bed, grabbing at something. “Please, please just let me go, ok? Please? We, we can go on a date another time, but I have to go now...” The man leaned back up, a roll of duct tape in his hand. She started saying no, don’t, but he tore off a piece and forced it over her mouth. He tore another piece off; pressed that on too. Sandy was really shaking now. She could only breathe through her nose, and she was breathing really, really hard right now. She tried to force herself to calm down some, so she could breathe better. She tried to take off the tape, but he stopped her. “No! You have to leave it on, or you get hurt.”

The man stood up beside the bed. “Stand up,” he said. Slowly, she started to, but he said, “no, on the bed...” Trying not to fall, Sandy slowly stood in the middle of this bed. The man just stood there, staring at her. Finally, he spoke again. “Get, get, get undressed,” he stuttered. Sandy shook her head side to side. No, she wouldn’t. No way. She told him so. Repeating, “We, we’ll go on a date tomorrow, ok? I can’t tonight. I have to be somewhere...” The man reached down, undid his belt and pulled it from his pants. He wrapped the end around his hand, then whipped her legs with it very hard. He repeated his demand for her to undress. She jumped back, scrambled off the bed and cringed backed into the corner, kneeling down. He came up to her, hit her again, very hard, twice with the belt. She screamed into her tape when he did. She tried to block him with her arms, but he still hit her. He stopped.

“Get back on the bed little girl, or, or, or, or I’ll hit you, ag, again,” the man said, highly agitated. Slowly, Sandy stood up. The man backed up a bit. She got back on the bed, this time on her knees. “Up,” he said to her. She stood up. The man told her to take off her top. She kept begging him not to make her, but he wasn’t waiting around long. The angry man hit her with the belt again, on her hip and butt. She cried out into the tape, then she slowly began to remove her loose top. She eased it up, raising her arms some, then putting them down again to cover herself as soon as she could. He told her to toss it over there. She did. She sure didn’t have much up there. He asked her old she was. She told him- fourteen.

“Fourteen? Shit girl, where’s your fucking tits? How come you got no tits?” Sheldon stared at her for a minute, removing his own shirt as he did. He told her to take off her skirt. He said she looked ten. She kept sobbing, shaking her head, but two more whacks with the belt did the trick. She pulled her skirt down, showing her black panties. He told her to take them off too. Ha! He was in charge now! He gave the orders! He’s the foreman now!

As she eased her underwear off, Sheldon took his own pants and underwear off. Yep, he had a stiffy now. He looked at the nude fourteen-year-old. He felt it get a little harder, longer. No pussy hair really, just that cute little slit. He’d seen pictures of them, but never in person. Most pictures showed them to be quite hairy. But some, the younger girls, they sometimes didn’t have any. It was confusing, but he liked it better without the hair. He stared at her for over a minute more.

Sheldon reached to the end table, picked up a bottle of baby oil. He always had one handy, for when he felt like jerking himself off (something he did often). He didn’t know if he needed it with a real girl, but he put some on anyway. He rubbed some all over his cock. He grabbed the girl by the wrist, pulled her down on the bed and shoved her onto her back. He held her arms apart as he leaned down, started to suck on those little girl nipples of hers. She didn’t have hardly any tits, but when he sucked on them, you could just sort of feel them. He stopped, moved up to her face.