My marriage went from bad to worse, as my wife went south on me, taking our kids with her. She convinced our two lovely teenage daughters that I was a beast, had treated them all horribly, and thus deserved the worst treatment possible.
I never understood what happened to my wonderful family and took it pretty hard. Especially, I never could figure out why my darling daughters started treating me like shit. They acted as if I had done all sorts of terrible things, which I never had. But I didn't complain, I just accepted it.
Perhaps that's a fault of mine, not defending myself. But I didn't want to confuse my darling daughters with arguments conflicting with my wife's allegations and make their new life without me, any more confusing.
Our divorce settlement allowed them to visit me alternate weekends and I did everything I could to make their stay as pleasant as possible. But they didn't seem to appreciate visiting me at all and regularly missed about half of the scheduled weekends together. I didn't complain, as they were now actually beyond the age where they were legally required to follow the court.
I just lived from day to day, dreading the solitary moments, absorbing myself in my successful restaurant businesses, trying to forget how wretched my existence had become. These unfortunate events in my life gave me a hard lesson and I learned first hand just how difficult life can be. Because of this, I especially tried to be fair to my employees, and seemed to get along very well with them. At least, as far as I could tell, they liked and respected me.
In the midst of my lonely miserable existence, a very significant event occurred, which didn't seem like much at the time. I was leaving one of my businesses, a posh restaurant in a very cosmopolitan area of the city. As I opened the door to my Mercedes, I saw some movement in the trash bin behind my establishment, which turned out to be a young girl, at a glance, looking no older than sixteen.
I confronted her and asked here what she was doing digging in the dirty trash. She replied confidently without a trace of fear, "A girl has to eat you know."
"Well, come on out of there. I own this place." She emerged clutching some vegetable remains and a tub of yogurt. She wouldn't tell me much of anything, except that she was hungry and had run out of money. She revealed her name as Leah and that she was on her own, "It's just me."
Feeling some compassion for her situation, I set her up with as much as she wanted to eat in my restaurant and gave her my card with my name and cell number. I told her if she needed help again to give me a call and that she could eat free at my restaurant anytime. Then I left, never expecting to see Leah again.
About four days later I received a call from an old friend in the police department, saying he had a young runaway that had been involved in an attempted rape and said she knew me. She needed help and would I be willing to help her. I couldn't understand who she was until I saw her at the hospital.
My friend explained that a police car had been near to where she was attacked and a neighbor had called in after hearing her screams. So she was saved at the last moment, her clothes having been ripped off, her face punched, her head slammed into the concrete and she had been kicked a few times. But, she was untouched sexually.
The police learned that she was a runaway and a few days shy of turning eighteen. She had become totally hysterical when they said they had to return her to her father, so they asked her if she knew any other adult who could be responsible for her until her hearing. Having no recourse, other than her father, she named me.
I requested some time alone with her and finally got it out of her, that her father had abused her and that is why she ran away. She only needed a few more days before being of age, the magic age of eighteen, and then the police were not obligated to return her to her father. But they needed someone who would be responsible for her until then. I thought, 'What the heck, why not? My life is so fucked up, it might be good to help this waif. So, I took responsibility for her and brought her home to my place.
I made it clear to her, "There will be no funny business, no stealing, no wacky behavior. I will feed you and get you anything you need within reason. Money isn't a problem for me, but don't abuse this good will of mine and we will get along fine."
She gladly accepted this and limped into the room I gave her. She was still sore and stiff from her beating, but thank god, that was all that happened to her.
I took her to a doctor friend who suggested ultrasonic treatments and good massages, so we arranged this. Being the owner of a number of businesses with expert managers, I was free to do whatever I liked, so was happy to take the time and help Leah get herself together. It gave me something more interesting to do with my time. I felt a lot of compassion for Leah's situation and tried to do whatever I could to help her.
We celebrated Leah's eighteenth birthday by taking her out to dinner in our fanciest restaurant and she thoroughly enjoyed it, although she was still limping and obviously quite sore.
I could tell that her left shoulder (and leg) were still really stiff, so I volunteered to massage them for her. She was reluctant, until I told her I studied massage before my business started to take off. Anyway, I knew what to do, so she allowed me to massage her shoulder and leg. I think it helped her immensely.
As for myself, touching her vibrant young body unfortunately launched lustful feelings for my surrogate daughter. I had no such ideas at all, yet they nevertheless now came into my mind and wouldn't leave.
The feel of her somewhat fail, yet very attractive young body sent jolts, like mild electric shocks, shooting through my body. I managed to keep my desires under control, dreading the consequences of such lustful feelings.
I had never had this problem previously. Perhaps it was the lonely existence I was living, that allowed me to become so much overwhelmed by this beautiful young girl, who had suddenly entered my life so prominently.
The next day my two bitchy daughters, Shawn and Tricia, showed up and were stunned when they met my new house guest. They were endlessly curious and actually had to be unusually nice to get answers out of me as to her status.
They were initially jealous of her, treating her with as much contempt as they treated me. But since Leah was so innocent and unpretentious, they just had to start to like her. She opened up a bit more to them and told them the whole story of her family and her abuse.
Leah related how her father had been fondling her for some time, but only recently had escalated his abuse. She was convinced from what he said that he was going to force her to have sex with him the night she ran away.
I think that after hearing Leah's sad story, my daughters genuinely started to accept her and feel sorry for her. I believe it also helped my daughters appreciate me a little bit more. Since the relationship with my daughters could hardly have been worse at this point, things could only get better between us.
After my daughters left, Leah and I settled into a routine. She opened up her heart and seemed to take complete shelter of me. I was very happy to see her come out of her shell and finally act normally. Indeed, she blossomed and often exchanged light-hearted banter with me, almost as though I was an object of male attraction for her.
After some weeks passed, I woke up in the middle of the night and found her sitting in my room, watching me as I slept. She said, "I am still scared to be alone and feel so safe in your presence. My whole life has been hell. This is the first time I have felt safe, being with you. You are the only person I trust. I often come and sit with you as you sleep."
I just went back to sleep. It would have been fine if she hadn't then decided that she wanted to get into bed with me in the middle of the night. I woke up this time with Leah tightly latched onto me like an octopus, with her firm youthful breasts burning holes in my back and her scalding pussy singing my thigh. No amount of scolding or threats would prevent this from happening again and again, night after night. I eventually felt forced to accept her presence in my bed as inevitable, but had to continuously fight off the feelings her hot lithe body was awakening in myself. I was trying to act like the responsible older parent here, but she made it extremely difficult for me.
Her only response to my threats were, "You're the best, 'daddy.' I love you so much." She had started calling me daddy and I sort of liked it, since my two real daughters had always treated me so badly, even though they had improved lately. Finally I felt needed again. What a relief. It was really nice to be the recipient of so much genuine affection. I started to really love the affection and I started to actually love Leah like a daughter. It was just one of those nice things that happened.
But she was too hot, so beautiful, and paid far too much attention to me. After all of this I was definitely attracted to her. I was slipping, wondering where I was headed. Fortunately she was eighteen, so at least she was legal. 'Damn, am I going to go to hell for my thoughts? And what if I act on these thoughts?' I was confused because I was so attracted to her.
