Chapter 1

It was after ten o’clock on a gloomy January night. There was a cold rain falling, and it was being driven by a stiff wind. It was a good night to stay in. I was sitting in front of my computer about to finish my data entry assignments for the night. I thought I would read a porn story or two after that.

The only light I had on in the house was the one on my desk. Suddenly, I was startled by a knock on my door. Being naturally suspicious of such unexpected visitors at night, I grabbed my 40 cal. Ruger and opened the door just a crack.

A voice I recogized asked to be let in. “Please Dave, can I come in. It’s Kerry and I need help.”

I immediately recognized the voice of the girl who was at my door. I opened the door wider and replied, “Of course, Kerry. Please come in out of this cold rain.”

Kerry Shick had grown up a few doors down from my home. For as long as I had known her, Kerry had been a cute but very short and slender girl. She only stood about five foot two or three and didn’t weigh more than 95 pounds. At times, as she grew older, I almost felt sorry for her due to her lack of breasts. When she turned sixteen she only had the lemon sized boobs of the typical twelve or thirteen year old.

She had always been friendly toward me and most of the other neighbors. I’ve missed out little chats we’d have at my fence or on my porch since she and her family had moved away. I had told her numerous times, “If you ever need help or anyhing else, you come see me.” Even though I was nearly twice her age, I felt a bit of tenderness for her and a little protective of her. Shortly after Kerry had celebrated her sixteenth birthday, she and her family moved across town and I lost contact with them. It had been several years since I had last seen Kerry. She was now nineteen, and I am almostthirty-five.

As Kerry stepped in I could see how cold and wet she was. She was wearing a short black dress that barely came half way down her thighs. It was low cut but still covered her small boobs. Even though her dress was soaked from the rain, it appeared to be a sexy party dress. Kerry, the poor thing, in addition to being soaked to the bone she was shivering from the cold.

As she shivered her teeth seemed to clattered. She said, “Thank you for letting me in, Dave. I didn’t know where else to go. My husband hit me in the chest with his fist while we rode down the street. He also threatened to beat the shit out of me when we got home. He has done that several times before. I wore this dress tonight to please him. In front of his family as we were leaving, he said I looked like a whore. Then he hit me in the chest as soon as we got in the car. So, rather than letting him beat me again when we got home, I ran. When he stopped for a traffic light, I grabbed my purse and jumped out the car. I ran as fast as I could. I’ve been walking in the rain for almost two hours.”

“Well, come on in and get yourself warmed up. You’ll be safe here. I’ll put on the water for some tea.”

I took her arm and led her into my living room. I then made a suggestion to her. “Why don’t you go get in the shower and run the water as hot as you can stand it. That’ll help warm you up. Then you can use my robe when you get out. It’s a big fluffy thing and will help keep you nice and warm. In the mean time, if you’ll toss your wet clothes out of the bathroom door before you get in the shower, I’ll run them through the washer and dryer.”

“Thank you so much, Dave. The shower and tea sound wonderful. You were always so nice to me when I was young, and you still are.” She kissed my cheek, grabbed her purse, and headed for my bathroom. I guess she remembered my home’s layout from when she visited in the past.

When I heard the shower running, I retrieved her wet clothes from the floor outside the bathroom door. I threw them into the washing machine. Call me a perv if you like, but I checked her bra. It was a small black lacy thing, and its size indicated she still had very small breasts. Her panties were also small, black, and lacy. I took a quick sniff. She smelled delightful. I got a hard-on just thinking of her walking around in intimate things like these.

I then began heating the water for tea. About the time the teapot began whistling, the water in the shower shut off. A few minutes later Kerry arrived in my living room clad ony in my fluffy blue robe and a towel wrapped around her head. She was a well covered little doll in my robe. She was as cute as she had been when she was a teenager living a few doors down.

“How would you like your tea, Kerry?” I asked as I indicated she should take a seat on my couch and find something she wanted to watch on TV.

“One sugar please. And Dave, thank you again for helping me tonight. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t let me in.” She then threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. I hugged her small body to mine and returned the kiss to her cheek. Kerry smelled delicious. She must have had perfume in her purse. I knew I didn’t have anything that smelled that nice in my bathroom.

Kerry then sat on my couch with her legs curled under her. She smiled up at me.

I told her, “I’ll get our tea now. I’ll be right back.” A few minutes later I returned and handed Kerry a large cup of hot tea.

As we sipped our tea, we talked about how pleasant her life had been when she lived nearby. Then our conversation turned darker. She told me she had gotten married shortly after she had turned seventeen. Her husband soon began to beat her for even the smallest mistakes. At first it was just slaps. Then he got meaner. He would use his fists on her stomach and a belt on her butt and legs. She told of the time she had been cooking him a big breakfast and had forgotten the toast. It came out too dark. It wasn’t burned but was too dark for his taste. Kerry had tears in her eyes when she said, “The bastard jumped up from the table and slapped me several times while calling me a stupid cunt. In the mean time, while he was slapping me and yelling over the toast and telling me how stupid I was, his eggs burned. He then jerked my pants down, pulled me over his knee like I was a kid, and beat my ass until I could not sit down for the rest of the day. He then called me a stupid cunt again and other vile names before he stormed out of the house. I was relieved when he didn’t come back for three days.”

“He wants kids. He even slaps me around whenever the subject comes up. He blames me for not having gotten knocked-up by now. He’s right about that. I have secretly been taking birth control pills to prevent getting pregnant. I just can’t bear the thought of binding myself for life to that bastard by having his kids.”

“Have you told you family about how he treats you?”

“Yes! They don’t care. They never liked him and tried to stop me from marrying him in the first place. I’m sure you remember how stubburn I was. So I married him any way. I thought we loved each other. Now, even my mother said the way he treats me is my own fault. She says I shouldn’t have married him in the first place. Everyone knew he was an asshole before we married and I deserved whatever I got from him. They said they didn’t want anything to do with him, or me. No one wants me.”

Kerry then burst into tears. I wrapped her in my arms and held her while she sobbed. I whispered into her ear. “That’s not true, Kerry.” I then gently placed a kiss on her forehead. I cuddled her close to me and stroked her hair.

When her tears had mostly dried up, we continued chatting about where life had taken us. I explained that over the years since we had last seen each other, my life had remained much the same. I was still a single, middle aged man, with no family and few outside interests. I earn my living doing data entry and other computer work from my home computer.

By the time we were talked out, it was almost one in the morning. Kerry was still cuddled against me and didn’t show any sign of wanting to move. I kissed her forehead again and said, “Kerry, why don’t we go to bed? You can have my spare room. We can continue talking in the morning if you like. I’ll loan you one of my long T-shirts to sleep in.”