Disclaimers: Just so every reader knows, THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL!!! There, now I hope there is no confusion. If any legal procedure is mentioned, I did not consult West Law for accuracy! If anyone in my FICTIONAL story is involved in sexy stuff, they are 18 years of age, or more. I want to thank my legion of followers, its because of all of you I keep this writing stuff going.
I was doing some work in my front yard, when the neighbor girl, Jenny, came running out of the house she shares with her mother, and grandparents, crying.
She came running into my yard, jumping into my arms, as I noticed a mark on her forehead.
"Uncle Jimmy, Uncle Jimmy, that man is hurting mommy and he pushed me down!"
Seeing red, I told her to wait on my porch, as I charged through the front door of the Rollins house, next door. I could hear Jenny's mother, Amanda screaming for something to stop.
I ran into the den just in time to see this real jerk trying to tear Amanda's blouse off. He already had her pants around her ankles, with his fly open.
Without saying a word, I grabbed both his shoulders, and tossed him across the room. Telling Amanda to cover up, I landed one well placed fist right on this asshole's nose. Just as I was reloading for another hit, he just curled up in a ball on the floor. As I held back, I could hear the approaching sirens.
With the local police on the scene, I waited to see what would transpire. A female deputy took Amanda into the front room, and just as the other deputy started getting this piece of shit off the floor, he had the balls to tell him to back off, as he was Amanda's Parole Officer. Saying this with his tiny dick hanging out of his pants.
The deputy slapped the cuffs on him after telling him to zip his pants. This, along with me telling the police that this shithead pushed a three year old girl, guaranteed him more than a few days in jail. I also had the feeling his days as a Parole Officer were over.
I guess I should shed some light on this story.
I'm Jim Benson, a self employed electrical contractor, who learned this trade during my four years in the Air Force.
I've been doing this now for nearly three years, living in the house I grew up in, when my parents finally got tired of the rain in our great Pacific Northwest, and fled in retirement to the San Diego area.
About a year after I took over mom and dad's house, I noticed a new family moving into the rental next door to mine. A couple with this baby, not quite old enough to walk.
I let them take a few weeks to get settled, before introducing myself. I kept thinking this couple, Dennis and Dana Rollins were a bit old to have a one year old, but I passed that idea off on me not knowing the situation.
When I finally went over to introduce myself, I remarked how adorable their daughter was. I then found out this was their granddaughter. I found out their daughter was in the King County Youth Center, and little Jenny's father was nowhere to be found.
I decided I didn't want to know their daughter's crime, so I let that go. As time progressed, and we became friendlier, I learned their daughter would be serving about 10 more months, until she turned 18 years old.
I thought to myself that she must have had Jenny at 15, or so, and then went to jail, shortly thereafter. I knew right away that I didn't want to have anything to do with her, if I didn't have to.
As we became friendlier, and Jenny would visit me when I was working in my yard, I did get to thinking about family, and children.
All through my four years in the Air Force, I did have girlfriends, many who were more than willing to have me in their beds.
With both my older siblings, 14 and 12 years older than me, each having families of their own, I had thought about having my own family, some day.
Finally, when Amanda was released from the Youth Center, I guess she heard about me, from Jenny, as I always made this little girl feel welcomed, when I was out in the yard.
The first few days after coming home, she spent getting used to her new found freedom. When I first saw her, I had to do a double take, thinking she didn't look old enough to have a three year old. Very young face, on the short side, maybe 5'4" or so. With me standing just over 6'3", most people seemed short.
One of several things I noticed, was her inability to find a bra. Not that she was that large, but what she did have had a nice little bounce to them.
The weekend following her release, they all came over as a family, with Amanda telling me how nice it was that Jenny had made a friend. I just told them all that I was happy to help, in any way I could.
As the weeks were flying by, and Amanda starting taking some GED prep classes, she asked me for some study tips.
What she said next caused a bit of friction between us.
"You know, Jim, I can't pay you for your help, unless," she then started unbuttoning her shirt.
"OK, stop right there! There's no way I'd ever expect that from you, and you need to find yourself some self respect!"
I didn't realize how loud I was talking, but she really pissed me off, thinking all I wanted was her body in trade for helping her study.
She turned and ran out of my house, back to hers.
Just about two hours later, she returned with her mother. I cautiously let them into my living room.
"Go ahead, Amanda, tell Jim what you need to say," Dana said.
"Jim, I'm truly sorry for what I did, but I hope you'll understand that for the last sixteen months, my only way of 'paying' for things has been with my body. I'm very ashamed of myself."
"I will do everything I can to help you adjust to your new surroundings, OK?"
"OK."
I did help her with the subjects I had knowledge of, and admitted my lack of knowledge in the ones I didn't.
After nearly two months, she took a preliminary test, getting ready for the real thing. I was probably more nervous than she was, but had a demanding job to get ready for that kept my mind off her test.
I was taking a late afternoon break, when I heard a knocking on my front door, and when I answered, she jumped into my arms beaming and telling me how good she did on this test.
As she started to calm down, she pulled my face down and gave me a very nice kiss. Backing up, she quickly apologized, and turned to leave.
"Hey, Miss smarty pants, wait a minute, please. There is no reason to apologize."
I then took her in my arms, holding her close to me, and telling her how proud of her I was. Just looking into her eyes, I very slowly took her chin in my hands, lifting it up, and leaned over kissing her ever so tenderly.
My hands went to her very tight behind, as my one kiss continued with my tongue parting her mouth. I felt her tongue dueling with mine as I started getting hard.
"Jim, are you sure?"
"Please don't be mad, but I think we need to sit down and talk about this. OK?"
"OK."
Sitting down, I told her, again, how proud of her I was, but told her there are rewards other than sex.
"Like?"