What had begun as a tense day at work gradually began to resolve itself once I got home, took a long hot shower, and popped a ready made meal in the micro. The headlines on the tube bespoke of rising prices and falling international security with only an occasional footnote of positivism. Not wanting to sink into depression, I tuned into a local sports channel where some babes in swimsuits paraded across the screen in mock sensuality. An aching heart and the anticipation of a lonely night ahead made even the most attractive babe impersonal and I flipped the channel to a game show. It offered a bit of mental stimulation but not enough to keep me from slipping into the peaceful bliss only sleep can offer. An overstuffed couch can be a great companion.
The knock on the door was so faint that I tried to ignore it completely, perturbed that my slumbers had been invaded. Persistence was on my visitor’s side however, and after several more attempts that were followed by uneasy silence, I stumbled from the couch and opened the door. A waif in tattered blue jeans trembled at the door beneath a coat made for someone twice her size. Fumbling for words, I gestured for her to enter quickly before the cold decided to follow her lead. Once she lowered the hood on her fur lined tent, everything became much clearer and sleep slipped away.
The trickle of blood that descended from just above her left temple barely concealed the innocence of her doe eyes and light flaxen hair. The bruise on her jaw and the trembling lower lip changed my feelings of molestation to sympathy in three second flat. Gently I eased the coat from her shoulders as she whimpered painfully and found her thin blouse shredded into wisps of material that offered little modesty to its braless owner. The bloody trails of scratches covered her upper torso were deep enough to be painful yet not enough to require stitches. Her knees wobbled noticeably so I quickly guided her to the nearest chair before thundering off into the kitchen to heat some water. Grabbing the cordless phone, I returned to her side where her face was now cradled in her hands and her plaintive sobs tore at my heart strings. After a moment’s deliberation, I spoke to her softly.
“Hi, I’m Dave. Can I take you to the hospital or a friend’s house or should I just call the police?”
She just shook her head.
I mentally fumbled with several options before breaking the silence again.
“Can you tell me a little bit about yourself?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she mumbled as the tears again began to cascade down her pale cheeks.
I watched her sobbing a few minutes more then turned to the kitchen and poured her a cup of tea. She took it to herself with a weak smile and set it down beside her chair. I began to feel helpless, but not of my own design as she was about as responsive as a rock. I could well understand the cascade of her emotions, but wouldn’t allow myself to be taken in with them. Rather I decided it was best to leave well enough alone. After grabbing the first aid kit and some extra blankets I returned to her side and tenderly began to dress her visible wounds. Knowing the emotional scars would probably never heal with my words, I cared for her silently as the canned laughter from a sitcom erupted occasionally in the background.
Once her sobbing eased, I made a makeshift bed on the couch, and with a sigh, turned to the comfort of bedroom. Now, both physically and emotionally exhausted, I shucked my clothes and tried to forget my unexpected visitor as I eased beneath the blankets. Pooh kitty jumped up and after a few licks to restore her beauty, curled up next to me purring. I curled around her warmth and drifted off almost immediately.
I was awakened when Pooh leapt from the bed and I felt my visitor slip under the covers behind me, spooning to my nakedness as her young arms wrapped around me securely. Knowing that her trauma was far greater than I knew how to comfort, I tried to remain assuring despite being totally undressed for her nocturnal visit. After an all too brief interlude, her hands began to softly explore the contours of my body until the found their apparent objective between my legs. Despite myself, I found myself responding to her gently caress. Easing her hands away, I searched for words that wouldn’t come in my aroused state. Her hands quickly returned to my groin, one applied gentle pressure to my perineum while the other gently explored the uniqueness of my engorged member. With gentleness I had never known before, she coaxed the blood into my hardness while stimulating my prostrate into overdrive. She finally spoke with the gentle urgency her tiny fingers affirmed.
