Just Leave Me

I was leaving a dive where a client was doing a last minute gig and needed sound support. The converted warehouse was full of stoned and drunk patrons dancing their asses off. I got things going, taped up the connections, and told the lead that I was out of there. If they wanted help tearing the equipment down, call me in the morning.

Down the street was an alley where I could turn around. My headlights illuminated a pile of rags against the brick wall to the right. I was turning my head to watch behind when the pile moved. Something told me I had to check it out.

It was beginning to drizzle; just a generally nasty night in a bad part of town down by the water. I left the truck running with the lights on and got out carefully. The pile was a body trying to sit up. I crouched down and a small voice said, "Don't hit me, please don't hit me again."

She was the filthiest person I had ever seen, and smelled worse. I said, "Hey, you need help. I'll take you somewhere."

She struggled to speak and said, "Just leave me. It's too late for help."

I said to myself, "Alex, this is a basket case. Leave her and call the cops. You don't want to get involved."

While that was bouncing around in my head, she looked up and said, "Who are you? Guys only hit me."

I guess that did it. My sister had been involved with abused women and the stories were bad. I got my arms under her and lifted. No weight at all. I opened the passenger door and she crumpled into the seat. I put the belt around her.

The smell in the cab was overpowering. Nothing could be done until she was cleaned up. I found a parking space in front of my apartment, which is usually impossible, and carried her up the stairs. It was a quick trip to the bathroom, where she made a small terribly smelly lump on my bathmat. I couldn't even tell how alive she was. Maybe I should be at the emergency room. Washing her was going to get me wet, no doubt about that. I turned on the wall heater and ducked down the hall to get into my running shorts. When I got back, she wasn't moving at all. The clothes were awful, so I grabbed a garbage bag from the kitchen and just stuffed the rags into it as they came off. She was shivering and mumbling words I couldn't make out. The tub was half full of pretty warm water and I eased her emaciated body in.

She opened her eyes and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, but you need a wash really bad."

"Yeah, I guess I do. Not much to look at, am I?"

"I'm going to climb in there so I can wash your hair. Is that ok?"

Her eyes were closed and she didn't respond. I got in behind and pulled her back against me. The portable spray head washed twigs and dirt off and turned the tub water dark. Two shampoos and three rinses later, the hair was clean. I changed the tub water and soaped up the rest of her. She was still mumbling incoherently. There was a black forest of hair between her legs and I figured that needed a good wash too, judging by how she smelled before. When my hand with the soap got close, she opened easily, saying, "I guess you have to wash there too."

Getting her dry was a problem, because she just hung on me. I maneuvered us to my bedroom, got her into a shirt from my drawer, and into the bed. I knew my sister the intern would tell me to get fluids into her, so went and prepared some hot milk and brought that back, along with a glass of water.

Her eyes were open. "You have to drink some water. Let me help you sit up." The shirt wasn't buttoned and her incredibly thin chest with next to nothing in the way of breasts showed. I pulled it shut and did one of the buttons. She leaned on me and drank. Took some of the milk too.

I eased her down and paged my sister. Susan was an intern at a hospital complex west of town. We saw each other every two weeks when her schedule gave her three days off and she recouped at my place, mostly sleeping.

Her call was quick this evening. "Hi, what's up?"

"I've got a patient, can you come down here now?"

"Alex, you know I can't practice medicine yet. What patient?"

"I'll tell you when you get here. Abused woman. Badly abused woman. And bring some of your underwear. I had to put everything of hers in the dumpster."

"Ok, I just got off shift and will see you in half an hour."

I was sitting in a chair next to the bed when Susan bustled in with her bag. She said hi and knelt down, feeling for a pulse. She slid inside the shirt with her stethoscope. "Ok pulse, ok heart and lung sounds."

The eyes opened. I said, "This is my sister, the doctor. She needs to check you over." The patient just closed her eyes without saying anything.

Susan was pulling on rubber gloves and mouthed at me, "HIV." Without any resistance, she got a blood sample and some vaginal swabs. "I'll take these back and get a quick analysis in the morning. Be careful of any of her fluids for now."

Susan's hands were poking and prodding. "Spleen is enlarged. Not surprising. Looks pretty malnourished. Might be associated with drugs."

The eyes opened and she said, "I'm clean. I was in rehab when they took me away."

Susan said, softly, "You don't have to tell us now. Let me shine a light in your eyes."

"No retinal hemorrhage. Good sign."

"I have a shift again at six, and will catch a little sleep back at the hospital. I'll call you in the morning. Keep working on fluids and maybe some soft food."

I slept in my clothes on the bed across from the patient that Susan uses when she visits. The patient was calling when I woke. I moved to her side and she said, "Have to go."

I decided to just carry her to the bathroom and gathered her up. We were about halfway there when she cried out and a warm stream went down my front. I gently let her down on the toilet and she put her head down and cried. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I caressed her head with the clean hair and said, "Don't worry. Nothing wrong with a little fresh pee."

I went to the bedroom and returned with briefs for her and fresh trousers for me. "Here, my sister brought you some underwear."

I leaned over and got her feet into the openings and helped them up her legs. She wiped and stood up unsteadily. The briefs fit fine and she smiled at me.

"Would you like some breakfast?" She nodded and we made our way to a kitchen stool. I put a glass of juice in front of her and started water for soft boiled eggs. It was Sunday morning and I could relax for a few hours until a job at four in the afternoon in the suburbs for a garden party. It seemed to be drying up outside and the client's party might not be wet.

I said, "Do you have a name?"

"Grace. Grace Arnold. Who are you and why are you taking care of me?"

"Alex Costanzo. It didn't seem right for you to be in that miserable alley, so I brought you home. Do you have someplace I can take you? Family or friends?"

She smiled a thin smile at me. "Nothing. That was the end of me in that alley. You didn't even find any ID, did you?"

"No, and I had to put those clothes in the trash. What happened?"

"I was kidnapped from rehab by some kids. They wanted to sell me, but the buyer said I was too thin and didn't have any tits. No one would buy me. So the kids knocked me around, used my body, poured filth on me and dumped me there."

She got down some coffee with warm milk and an egg. I was cleaning up when the phone rang.

"Hi, the tests are negative for HIV. How is she?"

"Sitting here with an egg in her, sipping some homemade latte. Looking a lot more alive than last night. I know your schedule is impossible, but when can you come by again? We need to get her some clothes."

"I'll be there next weekend on my break, and I'll see if I can trade a dayshift to come sooner. Keep working on the fluids and make sure there is no blood in her urine from kidney damage."

Grace looked at me inquiringly. "She says you are negative for HIV. At least they didn't infect you."

She reached out and squeezed my hand with hers. "I don't understand why you are helping a loser like me, but I thank you." The smile was brighter.

"Susan is an intern with a tough schedule so may not come by for a couple of days. Let's take you to my closet and see what we can find."

With my arm around her, Grace navigated better than before. In my pile of clean clothing, I found a fleece pullover and tossed it to her. "Try that, it's warmer than my old shirt."

The flat chest and prominent ribs were very white. The fleece was dark blue and looked good on her. I found a pair of running warmups with a drawstring and pulled them up her legs. At the bottom of the closet was an old pair of lined slippers. Not much but better than cold feet.

The hair was a tangle, so I got Susan's hairbrush and climbed in behind to work on it. She leaned back on me and sighed. "No one has brushed my hair since I was a little girl."

"Sounds like you haven't had an easy time."

The hair was responding. She had thick black hair that would look great after a hairdresser got done with it.

"Mostly my own fault. Is it ok if we don't talk about that right now?"

I put the brush down and rubbed her shoulders. "Would you just hold me for a little while. You feel so nice."

In just a minute or so, she was asleep again. I carefully eased out and went to do chores and get ready for the afternoon job. A couple of hours later, I was on the sofa with the Sunday paper when she appeared and plopped down beside me, then leaned her head in my lap. I pulled up the blanket and rubbed her back.

"Tell me when you have to go. Susan says I have to look in your pee for blood."

"So I am going to pee in a pan instead of down your front?" She shook with a small laugh and closed her eyes again. I pulled on her hair and leaned down to kiss the side of her head. "Hmmm. Do that again."

I did, and she said, eyes still closed, "So all the males on the planet are not bastards?"

"I have to work this afternoon and may not be back until eight. I'll get some food before I go. Susan said to take it easy on the menu until your insides are better."

"I'd rather wait until I can eat with you."

"Ok. I'll bring something."

She said, laughing, "Can we pee now?"

I picked her up and walked to the kitchen to find a bowl or something convenient. She sat on the counter, laughing some more. I said, "Let's do it here. You can sit on the edge of the sink." She lifted up and I pulled the warmups and briefs down. A definitely feminine odor rose up from between her legs. She held on tight to my head and said, "I'm supposed to be totally embarrassed about this, aren't I?" Her stream was healthy and yellow, splashing into the white bowl. I wiped her and set her on the floor to pull up her pants. We both looked in the bowl. No blood. No pink tinge.

Her arm was around me. "I really thought I was going to die last night. There was absolutely nothing left of my life worth saving..."

"But maybe I'm not going to die after all. What are you going to do with me? I've just landed in the middle of your life. I have nothing at all. No money, no home, no relatives, no friends, nothing."

I picked her up and went back to the sofa. She pulled up the blanket and closed her eyes. Last night's smelly lump had been transformed into a comfortable cuddle in my lap. What was I going to do with a grown up orphan? Maybe Susan could help. In the meantime, get her body fixed up.

The next several days were interesting. When we went to bed late Sunday after my job, she shyly asked if she could crawl in with me to "stay warm." We started out with her along my back, but in the morning we had turned over and my front was against her back, and something hard was poking her.

I woke with a jerk and backed away when I realized what had happened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She turned into me and said. "It's ok. I've felt my share of erections over the years. I trust you not to come after me with it." I got a light kiss on the lips as she left for the bathroom.

Monday afternoon when I got back from work early, she said, "I'd like to cook for you. Let's do a shopping list."

Over candlelight, I said, "You are one hell of a tough woman, bouncing back like this. Where does that come from?"

She smiled and put her hand on mine. "I'm working up to telling you. But not yet. Ok?"

"If you cook like this for a dumb sound tech, I'll do almost anything."

That evening, and every evening, she spent a lot of time in my lap. I was six-one and she was five-six, so we fit together well. I tried to kiss her cheek as a thank you for the wonderful dinner, and got her lips instead.

"I'm not sure I deserve that."

"You do. That and more. I feel like an orphaned lamb. Only thing missing is the bottle!" She laughed and gave me another warm kiss.

Susan showed up on Tuesday afternoon for a checkup and a sleepover. They went in the bedroom by themselves for a full exam, during which there was a lot of giggling. They came out and Susan announced, "You get a medal, Alex, for taking care of rundown, beatup women. She will be as good as new soon. Take her to your exercise place the end of the week, and start easy. Right now, the two of us are going to shop for clothes and dinner."

I tried to give Susan some cash, but she said the treat was on her because I was good with Grace. I got a kiss on the lips from both of them on the way out the door.

There was a double crisis at bedtime. The first was over the new nightie, which was very pretty, but came only halfway down her thighs. It was obvious a lot of woman would show when she bent over. Susan laughed and said, "We are both as flat chested as boards. He wouldn't come after either of us."

The second crisis was about who was sleeping with whom. I volunteered to take the couch. There was a whispering conference and then the door closed and a lot of furniture noise came through.

They came into the front room in matching short nighties. Before they could talk, I said, "You should know I only chase girls with no tits."

They jumped on, paying no attention to the bare thighs rubbing on me. "Goody, come with us."

The twin mattresses were on the floor, pushed over against the wall, covered with sheets and pillows and duvets. I looked at them, "You are sleeping on the floor?"

Susan grabbed my ears,"We are sleeping on the floor. All three of us. Go brush your teeth."

When I came back, the nighties were prominently lying on the floor in front of the mattresses. Two bodies were under the covers, wiggling.

Susan stuck her head out and said, Turn out the light, lose the shorts, and get in here."

For a tired intern, and a recovering druggie, I got a lot of action under those covers. They crawled on top of me and Susan said, "We are feeling playful, but don't want sex and don't want to get you mad about being teased. Is that ok?"

"No. Absolutely not. You feel good to me, and I don't believe you don't want sex. I'm coming after both of you, and if you orgasm on my fingers, then you win the prize of coming on my big cock!"

"My god, Grace, he is a monster and we let him in our bed!"

I went to work on my sister first, rubbing and pinching nipples while I kissed her and my fingers explored her bottom. I was in her for two seconds when I got a great big gush from a hot pussy.

I shifted around and instructed Grace to go after Susan's flat tits with the big nipples. I applied my lips and tongue to her dripping pussy and had her off in no time. She shook and wailed, "I've lost the deal. Save me Grace."

I had my fingers in Grace, who was also nice and wet. I whispered to her, "I'll leave you alone if you want."

She humped up and said, "Do me like your sister."

The thin, weak orphan had a healthy sexual response. I took two long licks across her clit and she was coming and yelling at me. "You are bad. Very bad. I've never had good sex before and you've made me come like crazy."

After all that, I said, "No fucking tonight. If you want me after this messing around, we'll do it another night."

My body must have liked warm skin on both sides, because I slept right through to Susan leaning over, dressed, kissing me and saying she would be back Saturday.

I went to pee and was followed by Grace who dropped down in front of me and laughed. "If you have to go, sit on me and point yourself down!"

I did just that. We made a lot of noise and she kissed me. We took a shower together and soaped each other. I toweled her and wrapped the wet hair in its own towel. "I'm going to brush you out after breakfast and then we are going to find a place to have it done properly. You have beautiful hair."

I sat on the floor and lotioned her legs. She needed the gym, but what I had in my hands was recovering. As I got closer and closer to her crotch, she said, "You didn't have to stop last night. I didn't think it would ever happen, but I wanted you. Imagine that!"

"Hold that thought! Let's get you cranking on all cylinders first."

Over a second cup of coffee, I said, "Did you finish school?"

She stared softly at me. "I was wondering when we would get around to that. No, I got pregnant in my second year of college and my folks disowned me. Before I had to decide about an abortion, I miscarried. Everything was downhill after that. Drugs, booze, smoking, hanging out with bikers. The whole miserable business."

I had her hand and was kissing her knuckles. "If you could do what you wanted, what would you do?"

"I don't really know. Would you like to have a livein girlfriend while we figure that out?"

I picked her up and went to our favorite spot on the sofa. I pulled up the blanket, tucked her in, and kissed her.

"I know you are tough, but you didn't finish rehab. If you live here a while, leaning on me some, do you think you can stay clean?"

She turned her head into my shoulder and cried hard. After a while, her face came up and she said, "I don't know, Alex. I just don't know, but I would like to try. You seem to have so much trust in me that I'm sure I don't deserve." The head went back and the shoulders shook. Now we were getting down to brass tacks. Nice guys were great, but so was staying clean.

She stood up and skinned out of her new jeans and briefs. Considering her recent lifestyle, she had perfect skin. She lay herself across my knees and said, "Alex, I want you to promise that if you catch me going off the wagon, even a little bit, you will put me over your knee and beat me until I scream for mercy. Now give me a good taste of that so I have something to remember."

Oh wow. This was serious. I rubbed her globes, which were thin but hard. "You're sure about this? We could go to the doctor to get you some help."

"Do it. I trust you. You saved my life."

She got five hard whacks and screamed at the end.

After a silent minute, she got up and pulled up her pants. She smiled at me. "I will remember that. You have a hard hand, mister."

"You should go back to school."

"Yes. But if I am going to live with you, I have to help. Do you need an assistant with your work?"

By Friday, Grace had junior college remedial courses lined up, had been to the gym with me, had glorious hair after the salon finished with it, and had learned where everything belonged in my panel truck.

She slept with me and we cuddled a lot. Every morning she grabbed me and threatened a blowjob. I kept putting her off by turning her over and sucking on her tiny tits, telling her they were getting bigger by the day.

Susan checked in frequently and was as amazed as I was with Grace's progress. Twice more, I made Grace pee in the bowl in the sink. All there was to look at was fresh yellow fragrant urine. The second time, she laughed evilly and said any more pee adventures and she was going to squat over me and deliver it directly to my mouth. I accused her of being kinky and asked if she had ever actually done that with a guy. She kissed me and said no, but would be interested some time if I was. I kissed her back and said we would save the kink for later.