Chapter 2

When he awoke, Stan opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall to the living room. The girl was not there. Looking around, he saw a pile of trash bags, paper bags, plastic grocery bags, all filled with trash lined neatly up near the front door. He turned and entered the kitchen. The girl was there, on her hands and knees, carefully scrubbing his kitchen floor with a scouring pad. She was naked still, and her ass was towards him.

Completely unselfconsciously, her legs slightly parted, her hairless and beautiful pussy and anus exposed to his view, she scrubbed his floor. In spite of himself, Stan was instantly and painfully erect in his pants. He took a deep breath.

"Please put some clothes on."

She turned to face him, bringing her knees together, resting back on her heels. She looked up and smiled that loving smile. "I don't have any, Stan."

"Wait here."

"Yes, Stan."

He went back to his room and searched for some clean clothes. No woman other than his sister had ever been in his apartment, so there was no chance of any left overs for the girl to wear. Instead, sorting through his small supply of actually clean clothes, he came up with a pair of boxer shorts, sweat pants, a 'beater' T, and a sweatshirt.

Returning to the kitchen found the girl in the same pose. "Here you go. The sweatshirt is for when you have to go outside." He handed the clothes to her.

She stood gracefully and pulled on the boxer shorts. Stan winced to himself. The beater-T went on next. The girl's large breasts filled the chest of the shirt and caused it to strain some. Stan drew an inward breath. She pulled on the sweat pants and rolled up the cuffs.

"Better?"

He looked at her. His erection throbbed in his pants. With each breath, the T shirt swelled and stretched. "Some." He croaked out.

"Why are you cleaning my apartment?"

"Please let me clean it, Stan. I want to do something for you. I love you."

Stan shook his head. "No. Don't say that. You don't love me."

She looked at him, a slightly troubled look crossing her face. "Yes, Stan, I do love you. As much as any human being can love another, I love you. My brain is wired to love you. Whether you accept me or not, I love you with all my heart. I'll do anything for you. Anything. Any thing at all."

Stan sighed in frustration. "Okay, sure. Go ahead and clean. This place is filthy anyway." He looked around with a little bit of surprise at the mess. "I think I'm a little bit of a mess."

Stan went back to his computer and tried playing an online game for a while. Growing frustrated with that, he sat down to watch some TV.

In the rest of the apartment while he was trying to distract himself, the girl continued to clean up. She was silent and methodical, cleaning the apartment as thoroughly and completely as it had ever been cleaned.

"Stan?" He heard her voice some time later.

"Yes?"

"May I use your computer, and may I use some of your money?"

"uh, what for?" He looked back over his shoulder at her. For someone who had been cleaning all day, she sure looked neat and tidy.

"I want to do a search for open stores, and then go buy some food. The pantry and refrigerator are very low on supplies."

"No, don't worry about that, I'll just order us a Christmas pizza."

The girl turned at looked at the neat pile of cardboard pizza boxes that she'd cut up and bundled with string near the front door.

Stan blushed. "Right. Okay. Trip to the store it is. Let's see who's open."

The girl leaned over his shoulder, her lush and full breasts resting against him like a weight of doom, and began using his PC. Stan was astonished to see that she typed significantly faster than he did, and made very few errors. She seemed very familiar with his computer.

Forty minutes later, Stan and the girl, both bundled up against the cold, raced out the door and into a cab waiting at the curb. They made their way to Omaha's only open major supermarket and asked the cabbie to wait. Stan winced at the thought of what this was going to cost him. The girl noticed his discomfort.

"Stan, should I offer the cab driver sexual congress with me to pay for our ride here and back?" The girl asked him as they went through the automatic doors.

Stan dropped his arm from around her shoulder. "Look. Don't ever say something like that again, okay. Never. It's not okay to just have sex with random men because I don't have a lot of money. I guess I'll just have to make more money or something."