As always, thanks to my friend PapaKilo14 for his help in editing. The good stuff is his and the mistakes are all mine. Thanks to my readers for their patience while some stuff is happening in my life.
She came ghosting down the sidewalk like a cat. She was keeping in the darkness of the shadows, avoiding being seen for some reason. Whatever, it wasn't my concern. I was there to kill a man. He was the man that took the most precious thing I had, and he wasn't going to keep it. He was the man that was fucking my wife. I didn't want her anymore, but he wasn't going to have her either. In fact, he wasn't going to have anything at all. He'd made a fatal mistake.
They came boiling around the corner, obviously looking for the girl beside my car. She saw them and started to run. She wasn't going to make it. I wasn't in my car; I was about twenty feet up the sidewalk in the shadows between two buildings. When she came even with me I snatched her and pulled her in. Shit, the asshole was going to live for now. She fought like a wildcat as I put my hand over her mouth and whispered fiercely in her ear.
"I'm going to help you. Stay behind me and keep quiet no matter what happens or what you see. Nod if you understand."
Her little curly head nodded. When they ran past I stepped out onto the sidewalk. They didn't go far before realizing they'd lost her. When they turned around they saw me. I had on a black leather jacket, dark pants and a black leather snap brim hat. I was holding a silenced .22 automatic behind my back. She came scurrying out and got behind me. She was doing what I told her. Good girl. They were a little stumped. They didn't know what to make of me.
"Joselyn, your mother is going to be very angry," one of them said. "You need to go back home right now."
"No," she said. "You can't make me watch that anymore and I won't be part of it and you can't make me."
"You want us to hurt your Mom?" one of the other ones asked.
She was crying behind me now. I could hear her sobs. "Mister, you said you were going to help me. They will hurt her if I don't go back. What should I do?"
"These men won't be hurting anyone," I told her.
"Why not?" she asked.
"They're going to be in the hospital," I told her. "Do you want them dead, or do you want them to live."
"I want them to be hurt, but alive," she said.
I shot all three of them in the leg. They went down screaming and I went over and gave them another in the knees.
"Are you hungry?" I asked her.
"Starving," she said.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, you're helping me. Thank you," she said.
"Will you let me buy you something to eat?"
"Yes, I'd like that. Where do you want to go? I don't have any money," she said.
"That's okay, I do. We'll go to the truck stop over on 35," I told her. "They're open all night and we'll get breakfast, okay?"
She nodded and all those curls bounced. I opened the car door for her and we went to the truck stop. After we ordered we sat and looked at each other for a while. She was a gorgeous little thing. Her hair was a wild mop, all dark curls and about a foot long, standing up and sticking up all over. If framed the face of an angel. I could tell she had quite a mixed racial heritage. There was some black in there, I could tell by the hair, white and maybe a little Hispanic mixed up in her too. She was dark complected, not black but not white either, sort of a creamy brown. Her eyes were huge, almond shaped and not quite brown. There was a hint of green to them and maybe a little hazel too. She had the cutest little nose and full, puffy lips.
I knew what she saw when she was looking at me. I'm no Adonis or fashion model. My hairline is receding, even though I'm only 26. I keep it cut to just stubble. My nose has been broken twice and I had stubble on my face too. I keep it there by design. I look like a mechanic or a machinist or something. Blue collar; that's me.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Matthew Brown," I told her.
"Okay, that sounds fishy to me, but okay. Mine's Joselyn Adams."
"What was going on back there, Joselyn?" I asked. "Do you want to tell me?"
"Not really, but I'm going to," she said. "My mother is a whore. Those men were fucking her and making me watch. They said when they got through with her they were going to fuck me and make me lick my mother clean. One of them told me to get them beer and I ran away."
Jesus Christ! "How old are you, Joselyn?"
"I'm fourteen," she said. "What am I going to do? You helped me tonight but there's going to be a next time and you won't be there."
"What do you want to do?" I asked her.
"Will you keep helping me? I want to stay with you," she said. "I want to grow up, go to college and become something. I think I want to be an attorney. I don't know how I'll do that, but that's what I want. I don't want to be a whore," her eyes filled with tears. "Tell me what you were doing there."
"I was getting ready to do something bad," I told her. "Are you sure you really want to know?"
"Will you go to jail for it?" she asked.
"If I get caught I will. I don't plan to get caught. I'm not a good person, Joselyn."
"I don't believe it," she said. "I don't care anyway. You helped me. I'll always love you for that. Can I?"
"Can you what?" I asked.
"Can I stay with you? I don't have a future unless you help me. Will you?"
"What's in it for me?" I asked her.
"You get to have me in your life," she said. "I'll be very grateful, totally loyal and very responsible. I'll be the best friend you've ever had. Plus, it doesn't seem to me like your life is very good. You skulk around in dark places waiting to do bad things to bad people. Wouldn't it be nice to think about coming home to a nice place, a hot meal and a hug from someone that loves you? I'll make that happen."
"You make it sound like a good deal," I said. "I thought I had that a week ago."
"What happened?" she asked.
"I found out my wife was sleeping with her old boyfriend," I told her.
She got up and came around to push me over in the booth. She put her little arm around me. "I'm so sorry, Matthew. Are you okay?"
"Not yet," I said. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born. When I met you I was going to kill him. You kept me from doing that. I'll go back. Then I'll be okay."
"Are you still going to kill him?" she asked.
"No, I've decided that would be quick," I said.
"What about her?"
"Her punishment is being what she is," I said bitterly.
"Are you going to divorce her?" she asked.
"Yes, the papers are going to be served in," I checked my watch, "six hours."
"Joselyn, I'm leaving this city tomorrow. My house is going on the market. I'm never coming back here again. Is that what you want?" I asked.
"That sounds good to me," she said. "Will you help me get my things from my house? I don't have much but I want my birth certificate and my medical and school records. I'm afraid to go there alone. I need my clothes too."
"Yes, I'll help you." I said. "I could use a friend. Let's go check you into a hotel and get some sleep. I'll go back home and pick you up tomorrow. We'll get your stuff and leave, okay?"
"No, I'm afraid you'll leave me," she clutched my arm tightly.
"I won't leave you," I told her. "Do you have a passport?"
"Yes, I went with the band to Toronto last year," she said. "I'll get that too."
"I'll give you my passport and my wallet," I told her. "You can hold them until I pick you up. Is that okay?"
"Yes, I'll do that," she said. "I swear to God, Matthew, if you leave me and something bad happens to me or I die I'll come back as a ghost and haunt you. Besides, if you abandon me you'll go to hell."
I laughed. "They've been warming up my chair there for a while, kiddo."
"If you keep me, we'll trade it in for a cloud," she smiled. That smile lit up her face like a beacon and I decided I was going to make that happen a lot.
I had started off the evening with a cheating slut wife, a plan for revenge on the asshole she was fucking and a lonely, miserable future. Before I knew what hit me, I had a beautiful little friend, a new life to look forward to and maybe it wasn't going to be so shitty after all. I had a lot to do.
I checked her into the Hilton and went home. I don't know what time Emily came home, I was sleeping soundly and she was quiet. She slipped into bed without waking me. Emily teaches third grade. When I met her and she agreed to marry me I thought I was the luckiest man on earth. I can be a nice guy when I try and Emily never saw the nasty side. When she asked me what I did for a living I told her I was a freelance troubleshooter for large corporations. She never really asked again. I'd taken her with me from time to time to different cities when she was off in the summer and she seemed to take my work for granted. My description of my profession was not inaccurate, but not complete. I did work for major corporations, but I also worked for rich individuals and occasionally governments. If company A is being left behind in development by company B, my services are available to get the development designs from B to A. If a millionaire has a cheating wife, I can arrange for her and her lover to pay. I can get the dirt for a nasty divorce, injure one or both parties or just make them disappear. I occasionally make business rivals become involved in major scandals or lose facilities or assets. Emily never knew or cared to know what I actually did. I was gone in the morning before she woke up.
She was going to find out shortly. I wondered what she would do when she was served with her divorce papers. We had been married for four years and there were no children so this would be quick and neat. If she tried to make it messy, there would be no one home for her to fight it out with. I was going to disappear. Just after nine my phone rang. It was her.
"Matt, what the hell is going on," she asked when I answered. "Are you divorcing me? Why? What's wrong? Can't we talk about this like civilized people? Why are you blindsiding me like this?"
I could tell she was hurt and that she had no idea I knew.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked.
"Tell you about what?" she asked. "You're being weird, Matt. Is there someone else?"
"You tell me," I said. "Is there someone else, Emily?"
She was silent for a minute. "You know, don't you?" she finally said.
"I always knew," I told her. "I've known since that weekend I went to San Francisco."
"Is there any hope for me?" she asked.
"None," I told her. "You know that the one thing I am is loyal. I have thousands of other faults. That's the one thing I have no tolerance for in myself or others. You knew that. If you were on drugs or a thief or a murderer, there would be hope. You chose the one thing I can never get past, Emily. I love you, but I'll never trust you again. I won't be back, Emily. This is goodbye."
"Where will you go?" she asked. "Will I ever see you again?"
"No, and it will be somewhere far away. I've left you enough money in our accounts to live on for a couple of years. I canceled everything in both our names. I wish you well with your life. This number will never work again."
"Wait, Matt," I heard her sob as I ended the call. The phone went into the trash and I used my new one to call Joselyn. She was up and about and I told her I'd pick her up in thirty minutes. We needed to go shopping and I needed to take her home to collect her things. When I got to the hotel she was in the lobby and ready to go. She complained a little about having to wear her same dirty clothes from yesterday, but she perked up when I told her we were going shopping. She decided she wanted to go home first so we drove to her mother's apartment. It was two blocks from where the asshole lived. I could feel myself tensing up just being in the neighborhood. We walked up to the door and she let herself in. The place was a mess. I'd seen squalor several times but this place defined the word. There were two used syringes on the table in the living room. Joselyn saw me look at them.
"She uses drugs," she shrugged. "So do a lot of her tricks. See if you can find a garbage bag that isn't full."
I found a couple under the kitchen sink. Joselyn's room was as clean as mine at my former home. She didn't have much. She got clean clothes and put them on in the bathroom. She started putting ratty old clothes in the bags and I told her to leave them. We were going to get her new stuff. She took some pictures and an iPod, the few little jewelry pieces she had and her diary. She had a few makeup things and she took me to a closet where she found her records and her passport. She left a note for her mother, telling her she was leaving and that she was safe and going to be okay. The apartment key, she left on the kitchen table and Joselyn's new life began.
We walked away and she looked back once. There were tears in her eyes and she clung to me like I was a rock and a high wind was blowing her away.
"I'm so scared, Matthew," she said. "Are you going to make me regret this? I'm sorry I'm thrusting myself into your life like this. I'm putting my life in your hands. I think you need me as much as I need you though. I think your life is ending here too. If you're mean to me I don't know what I'll do. I told you I'd be very grateful. Are you going to force me to have sex with you?"
"I'm not going to be mean to you," I said. "It would be like kicking a puppy. I'm not a nice guy, Joselyn, but I don't go around hurting people for no reason. I don't let people down that trust me. If you can trust me, we'll try to make something of ourselves. I'm not going to force you to do anything, much less have sex with me. I've got one thing to do before we leave here. Do you want to know what it is?"
"Yes, I imagine you're going to do something to that guy that fucked your wife."
"I want you to forget you know that word," I told her. "It just sounds slutty when a fourteen-year-old girl says it."
She looked up at me in surprise. "Okay, Matthew; I had no idea you would be so strict."
"Well, I am," I told her. "You're right though about what I'm going to do."
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"If you want to. I won't put you in any danger. If you could distract him so I can get close that would help. I'm sure he'll run as soon as he sees me."
"I can do that," she said.
We parked close to his apartment and she stood outside while we waited for him to get home from work. He got out of a taxi and I saw her stop him at the door. I got out of the car and got close while he was talking to her. By the time he noticed me he could see the gun in my hand. I grabbed his arm and we went inside. He was babbling hysterically in the elevator until Joselyn told him to shut up. He opened his mouth again and I broke his nose with the butt of the gun.
"She told you she wanted you to shut up," I said. "My job in life is to see that she gets what she wants. I wouldn't speak again if I were you."
He didn't speak again and the blood from his nose ran down his face. I took him to his apartment and he let us in. I had Joselyn look for duct tape. We had to ask him where to find it.
He told us, but then he talked some more. "Please don't kill me," he begged. "It was all a mistake. I'm so sorry! We just went out for a drink a few times and she was so hot. She was mine before she was yours! I wanted her back. I got her to come home with me for a drink. I had the pills in my pocket and I just had to have her. She didn't want to do it after that but I had the pictures. She was just like an addiction. I just had to have more."
That surprised me. There was more to this story than I knew. This kind of upset things a little. It was going to be worse for him though. We taped him to a chair and I loaded his computer with the flash drive I had in my pocket. I sent the emails and his life was over. He'd never work again, even if he got well enough to walk.
"Joselyn, did you hear what he said," I asked her.
"Yes, he raped her and then blackmailed her," she said. "Make him pay, Matthew."
I didn't think they could ever reconstruct his knees, but who knows? Doctors can work miracles these days. His balls were another story. He wouldn't be raping anyone else.
When we got back to the car she wanted to talk. "What are you going to do about your wife now that you know?" she asked.
"I'm going to talk to her," I said. "I'll find out what happened and then we'll go from there."
"What does this mean for me?" she asked with a frightened look on her face.
"It doesn't mean anything," I told her. "Everything is still the same."
We sat in the car and I called Emily. "Thank God," she burst out when she realized it was me. "Please let me talk to you, Matthew. Thank you, Jesus! I didn't think I'd ever get this chance. Let me explain, Matthew."
"Okay, you have one chance, Emily," I told her. "Make it count and make it honest."
"Can't you meet me somewhere?" she was crying now.
"This is your shot," I said. "Right now, on the phone and one shot."
"I was lonely," she said. "God, Matt; he's been after me for years. You were in San Francisco and you'd been gone two weeks. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and how you didn't deserve me and I was stupid. I listened to him. It was supposed to be just one drink after work. He made me feel wanted and beautiful and I went back for another. I just kept going. It was so stupid, but I went to his house. I don't know what happened. We had one drink and I started to leave. I got so dizzy I had to sit back down. I don't know what happened to me. It was like I was sick or something. I couldn't think, I was all hot and sweaty and he said he would take me home. When we got here he was all over me and I felt all weak and strange. I couldn't even lift my arms. It was like every nerve in my body was on fire and everything he was doing to me was making me lose my mind. He fucked me, Matt, and there wasn't anything I could do. I must have passed out because when I woke up he was gone. He took pictures of us, Matt." She was crying now and I could hear the heartbreak in her voice. "He made me do things, horrible things! He said he would tell you; he would show you the pictures. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I'm so sorry, Matt. I can't explain it. I don't know what happened to me."
"He drugged you," I told her. "He drugged you and raped you and blackmailed you."
"Oh, my God! You know that? Is that why you called me?"
"Yes, he told me that's what he did," I said.
"What did you do to him?" she asked. "Does this mean ... you won't divorce me? Are you coming home?"
"No," I said. "It means I know you didn't voluntarily cheat on me," I said. "The problem is, you went to have a drink with him. You talked to him and listened to his line. You let him tell you how beautiful you are and how I didn't deserve you. You didn't trust me enough to tell me what happened. You didn't tell me he was blackmailing you. I would have protected you, Emily. Everything you did from the moment you first listened to him and didn't tell him to go fuck himself was wrong. You're a married woman and you had a drink with an old boyfriend. You put yourself in that situation. You knew it wasn't right. You knew you shouldn't be there. Married women that are faithful to their husbands don't have drinks alone with men that aren't their husbands. They don't listen to assholes tell them their husbands don't deserve them. You didn't have sex with him voluntarily, but you were on the cheater's highway and that was the exit. It is now possible for me to forgive you. That's what this call is about. It's possible for you to be part of my life again. It's very unlikely. It's possible that we may be friends someday. I doubt that I'll ever see you again, but you're young and beautiful and smart. You can have a good life. You have to decide what you want to do. I'm going to divorce you and move far away. I have someone new in my life. She's not a girlfriend. I don't know what she is right now, but she's someone I care very much about. We're going to think about our situation and you're going to try to come to grips with the reason you would let someone tell you I don't deserve you. We'll talk after you think you've got it settled in your mind. Don't call me until you do. You have this number. I only want one call. Do you understand."
"Yes, Matt, I understand," she said. "I'm sorrier than you'll ever understand. Thank you for this. I won't call until I'm ready."
I ended the call and looked over at Joselyn. "Is the someone new me?" she asked.
"Yes, let's go shopping," I said. Her smile would have lit up a dungeon.
I've never seen a happier girl. I don't know when the last time someone had taken her shopping was, if ever. I let her get anything she wanted. She was very frugal. She would only look at things on the clearance racks or something on sale. She got a wardrobe of something to wear that would last two weeks without having to do laundry. Everything she bought was part of an outfit and went together with something else. She bought black shoes, brown shoes and white shoes. She bought a pair of sandals and a pair of athletic shoes. When she was through I took her to Este Lauder and made her buy cosmetics. She didn't want to do it. She cried and said we were spending too much but I insisted. The nice girl working behind the counter found everything she would need, what colors went with her complexion and showed her how to use it. I took a little trip to the perfume counter and bought her two bottles of some nice perfume. We were in there four hours and I was exhausted and hungry.
Joselyn was full of energy and hungry. She wanted to eat at the mall food court and we got Chinese. We got her some luggage and she packed all her purchases away in the back of my Lincoln Navigator along with my stuff. We were off and it was quite a trip. We got on I 10 and headed east. It was going to be a long drive and we spent the first part arguing over what kind of music we were going to listen to. She liked hip hop and pop and I liked alternative and folk. We compromised. Before noon we would listen to my stations and after noon we would listen to hers. She hated the folk and I hated the hip hop but we got along. We stopped in Phoenix the first night and stayed at the Hampton. I tried to get two rooms but she insisted on one room with two beds. We ate dinner at a Mexican place I knew and it was about eight thirty when we got back to the hotel. She wanted to go swimming so we took turns changing in the bathroom. I hadn't seen her buy a swim suit but I hadn't really been paying attention. She came out with a thigh length tie dyed cover up on. Her mop of curls was sticking up every which way, but it looked adorable on her. When we got down to the pool I swam laps while she played around. She decided to swim with me after a while but she ran out of gas pretty quickly. I kept swimming until she bumped into me to get my attention.
"I want to go to the hot tub," she said. "Go with me."
We walked to the shallow end and I was a little shocked as she came out of the water. I hadn't been watching when she got in. She had on a red bikini that was scandalous. She had the most amazing, round little bubble butt I'd ever seen and it was nearly bare. There was a little wedge of material covering the cleft between her cheeks but it was just barely covering it. Her top was two little scraps of material held together with strings. She didn't have a lot to cover up there but what she had was spectacular. They were high, firm little cones and I think her nipples were always erect. At least, every time I looked at her they were pressing against that bikini or whatever shirt she happened to be wearing they were hard. In that little bikini there was very little of Joselyn left to the imagination.
"Um, Joselyn; don't you think that bathing suit is a little too modest?" I asked.
She grinned back at me. "No, Daddy; I think it's perfect." She glanced down at my trunks which had suddenly grown tight and uncomfortable. "You obviously do too."
I laughed and we got in the hot tub. She snuggled over against me and let her feet float up to the surface of the bubbling water. She put my arm around her bare shoulders and leaned that mop of hair against me. "This is like a fairy tale," she said. "Thank you, Matthew, I love you."
I nearly choked. "Don't do that, Joselyn," I said. "You're building up some kind of false image of me here. Remember what I did to the asshole? I'm not a nice guy."
"You are to me," she said. "I think you were to Emily too. I think you would be to anyone that was on your side. I'm on your side. I'm always going to be on your side. He deserved what we did to him. If someone tried to harm you I would kill them."
I squeezed her a little and she gave a happy sigh. "I'm roasting," she said. "Let's go take showers and watch a movie on TV. I've never had a movie channel before."
We got a pay-per-view movie. It was horrible. Some stupid vampire thing with a stupid story line about star crossed love between the vampire and a human girl. Joselyn loved it. She cried at the ending. "Wasn't that great?" she asked. "I've been wanting to see that for so long."
I made unintelligible sounds. "What's wrong with you?" she said.
"My IQ has been reduced to single digits," I said.
She threw a pillow at me. "Well, get some sleep, moron," she giggled.
I turned out the light and we went to sleep. We drove through and got chicken biscuits and milk for her, juice and coffee for me and we were on our way. She was intensely interested in the scenery and by the time we made it to Las Cruces I knew her entire life history. She chattered like a magpie and I fell in love with the sound of that husky little voice. That night was a repeat of the night before and we fell into a routine. I had never been on a road trip that was half as fun as this one. Her enthusiasm for life was contagious and I woke up excited to get started every day. We didn't drive far in a day. She wanted to stop and look at things and do things so many times we weren't making much time.
She had obviously never had anything like she was experiencing and she just blossomed. We stayed in Huston and there was a terrible thunderstorm about one in the morning. Flashes of lightning were almost constant and I could see her start with the cracks and booms as the thunder shook the building.
"Matthew, are you awake? Can I get in bed with you?" I heard her scared little voice.
I flipped back the covers and she flew over and under them. I had a little quivering warm body against mine and I held her. "Talk to me," she said.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"We're going to Florida," I told her. "We're going to get on a boat and go to Nassau. We're going to become new people and then we're going to live in Miami."
"Why are we going to become new people?" she asked.
"Well, I suspect the police are looking for us," I told her. "We put four people in the hospital, destroyed a man's life and put his company out of business by illegal means. We need new identities. I change identities every so often anyway. Some of the stuff I do is very illegal. I've done a lot of illegal things."
"Will I do that stuff?" she asked.
"Up to you," I said. "I'll pay you if you help. I won't get you involved in anything dangerous, but you'll be independent if you want to be. You can do research for me. If you just want to go to school and be a normal girl we can do that too."
"I want to go to school and be a normal girl," she said. "I want to help you sometimes though, maybe in the summer when there's no school."
We talked until we drifted off and when I woke up she was packing our stuff. "Finally," she said.
"Hey, someone kept me up all night. Some little girl that's afraid of storms," I teased her.
"Yes and that little girl isn't lugging her big suitcase out to the car," she said. "Get up and let's go."
We got back on the road and she was pretty quiet for a while after we got breakfast. It was a comfortable silence. We were becoming the kind of friends that don't have to talk. You know, where you can just get lost in your thoughts and not have to worry about entertaining your companion. I looked over at her and she smiled up at me. She wasn't usually quiet and pensive and I missed the sound of her voice.
"Talk to me," I said.
"What do you want to talk about?" she smiled at me and her white teeth flashed. I loved that little smile.
"I'm sure you can think of something," I said.
"Are we bad people?" she asked. "I mean, I've been thinking about it. You're kind of weird. You steal things, you set people up to take falls for stuff they didn't do, you're violent and I think you probably have killed people. You're taking care of me though. You just stepped in and helped me even though you didn't know me. I don't have a single thing to offer you but you're helping me. You're such a contradiction. I'm going to help you do anything you want me to. Does that mean you're evil and I'm going to be evil too?"
"I guess you could define it that way," I answered. "The things I steal certainly harm the people or companies I steal them from. I have the ability to pick and choose what jobs I take. I typically only take jobs I feel good about. I do set people up, but although they may not have done the things I set them up on, they aren't innocents. I only kill other bad guys, Joselyn. Let's say some rich guy is being blackmailed. If I find and kill the blackmailer, is that evil?"
"No, well maybe," she was hesitant. "I'm not sure I think blackmail deserves the death penalty. What if you could just get the blackmail material back?"
"Well, I would do that. How can I be sure? It's just complicated. I can live with myself. Can you live with me?"
"Yes, I love you," she said. "When I love someone, it's all the way. If I don't like something I'll tell you, but I'm still on your side."
"Don't do that," I told her.
"Do what?" she asked.
"Tell me you love me," I said. "I'm not someone you should love, Joselyn."
"I love you," she said. "I don't care. It doesn't matter to me. You may be a nasty, evil bastard to everyone else but you're not to me."
"Thank you," I told her. "I'll try not to let you down."
"Do you love me?" she asked.
I couldn't speak. I opened and closed my mouth a few times but nothing came out. She laughed and unbuckled her seatbelt. When she scooted over and laid her head on my shoulder I could feel a lump rising up in my throat.
"That's what I thought," she giggled.
"Buckle your seatbelt," I croaked. "We don't want Bubba the sheriff to pull us over. You're wrong though."
"About what?" she asked.
"About not having a single thing to offer me," I told her. "I need you as badly as you need me. Just having you sitting over there in my passenger seat is worth millions to me."
She giggled again and stretched up to kiss my cheek before going back to her own seat. My cheek burned where those soft little lips touched me. I could still feel the imprint when we stopped for the night in Baton Rouge. We checked in to the hotel and went out to eat. We tried Cajun food and she liked it a lot. She would try anything and I loved that about her. We went for a swim and she showered first when we got back to the room. When I came out she had the TV on and she had put all the pillows on one bed. I raised one eyebrow and she laughed.
"This way I won't have to change beds in the middle of the night," she said. "Besides, I like sleeping with you."
"I don't think that's a good idea," I told her.
"Why not?" she asked. "I feel safe with you. I know you aren't going to try to fu ... have sex with me."
"Joselyn, I'm a man. You're a woman. You're gorgeous and sexy and cute and all those other things. I won't force you to have sex with me but having that warm, soft little body up against mine makes me think inappropriate things."
"I know that," she said. "You can play with me if you want to. I don't want to fu ... have sex, but I would like to be played with. I know what foreplay is and I like it."
I nearly choked on my drink. "Have you ever done stuff like that, I mean ... foreplay?"
"Yes, but only outside my clothes. My mother was a whore, Matt. I've seen it all. Those men were making me watch them ... do what they were doing to her. I've let boys touch my boobs and my butt, but only outside my clothes. I'll let you touch me. I love you and I'll like it, but I don't want to fu ... have sex."
I smiled. "I think you should stick to boys," I told her. "It would just make me frustrated and I don't take advantage of girls that are depending on me."
"How is it taking advantage of me if I want you to?" she asked. "Why would it make you frustrated?"
"Because I'm taking care of you. You're dependent on me. It would feel weird, like you were doing it because you were grateful or you think you need to for me to keep taking care of you. It would feel like you were prostituting yourself. It would make me frustrated because I'd get turned on and there would be no relief. It would drive me crazy."
"I am grateful. You are taking care of me. You had sex with Emily. Were you taking care of her?"
"Well, yes; in a way. But she was an adult woman. She could take care of herself if she needed to."
"So could I," she said. "I could beg or work or something. I know I'm young, but I'm older than you in some ways. I'm not telling you this or giving you permission because I'm grateful or I feel like I owe you. I am grateful and I do owe you, but that's not why. You make my panties wet, Matt. You're big and in shape and very, very attractive to me. You're cool and dangerous and you make me horny. That's what I'm trying to tell you. When you touch me and hold me I want you. I'm scared to do everything I want to with you, but I'll do some stuff. I won't let you be frustrated. I know what to do to keep that from happening. I'm going to do it, Matt, and someday I'm going to do a lot more. You're stuck with me unless you abandon me. When the time is right, I'm going to make you love me. I mean, like you loved Emily only I'll never betray you. Either you play with me while you're awake or I'll play with you while you're asleep."
"You're going to molest me?" I laughed.
"Exactly," she said.
I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap, squeezing her until she couldn't breathe. "Let's just see what happens," I said. "No premeditation. I like spontaneous."
She snuggled down onto me. "I like this," she said. "I feel so warm and safe. I love you, Matt. Do you love me, just a little? Please say it."
"I love you more than just a little," I told her. "You're more like my little sister though, Jos. I feel like I need to protect you."
"You do," she murmured. "But not from you, and you never had a sister like me."
When we showered that night I went first and I was in bed, watching Sports Center when she came out. She had on a white t-shirt and white, lacy panties and that was all. She had always worn a big night gown kind of t-shirt before, and this was definitely something new. Her dark areolas were plainly visible through the thin shirt and her nipples were trying to tear a hole in it. Her little round butt, encased in white lace quivered enticingly as she walked around the room, getting ready for bed. She was smiling to herself as she caught me watching a time or two. She turned out the lights and slipped in bed, scooting over to lay her head on my chest, illuminated by the light from the TV. Her hair was sticking up in my face and it smelled like her herbal shampoo and clean girl. She put her left arm and leg over me and I squeezed her close. She rubbed her cheek on my chest and purred.
"I like this, Matt," she said.
"Me too, Jos," I gave her another squeeze. I stroked her back with my left hand, feeling her warmth through her thin shirt. It had ridden up in the back, leaving an expanse of her smooth brown skin bare between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her panties. I caressed it with my fingertips and she shivered. She was so warm and smooth, her skin like silk under my fingers. I ran my hand up under her shirt, sliding up to between her shoulder blades and she looked up at me, her eyes dark pools in the light from the screen. I continued stroking her back and she moved her lower body tighter against me, sliding her crotch along my thigh in a subtle motion.
I pulled on her a little and she slid up until I could reach her lips. They were puffy and full, luscious under mine and we explored each other's mouths. She tasted like mint toothpaste and her tongue was a hot little squirmy thing, wrestling with mine. She moved over, straddling me now and I put both hands on her sides, just above her hip bones, my fingers nearly meeting around her slender waist. I could feel the dramatic swell of her hips and I slid my hands up, under her shirt and over her ribcage. Her breath sucked in with a gasp as I continued up, pushing her shirt ahead of my hands, which settled over her hard little breasts. She moaned when I tweaked her nipples and sat up, pulling her shirt up over her head before coming back down to lie on me. I could feel her smooth skin against mine and she scraped her nipples over my chest, moaning again.
I thought about rolling her over but I didn't want to scare her so I let her control the action. She scooted up higher, giving me access to her breasts and fed me one rock hard little nipple. She gasped and shivered when I flicked it with my tongue and when I sucked it into my mouth she began to tremble. When I switched to the other little nub a powerful contraction swept through her little body and she cried out.
"Matt, oh my God, Matt! Something, oh God, somethings happening. I'm ... I'm ... oh God, oh my God!"
Her fingers clutched my head, pulling me hard into her hard little mound and her hips thrust against my belly in coital movements. She groaned and shuddered as what I suspected was her first orgasm swept through her. She scooted back down and rolled off of me, lying on her side with her back to me. I gathered her in my arms and she was shaking. I petted her, soothing her until she quit shaking. When I cupped one little breast she looked back over her shoulder at me.
"Matt?" she said.
"It's okay, Jos," I calmed her. "I expect that was pretty intense, huh?"