Author's Note: This chapter provides the first part of the back story and the set up for the later chapters. Sorry but this means no sex this time. Also, I have not entirely decided on where this series is going to end up and, thus, have left myself open to a couple possibilities. So any suggestions and feedback are welcome.
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As was my usual habit, I had been walking around our neighborhood for the past hour or so just walking away the day's tensions and visiting with a couple of the neighbors and such. For some reason I had been in something of a somber and reflective mood all day and so when I came around the last curve and came within sight of my house to see the young lady standing at my front door my first reaction was an irrational thought that this was my long lost daughter that I had never met.
You see, when I was about 16 me and my girlfriend discovered sex and, in short order, she ended up pregnant and, when her father found out it was a rather unpleasant experience. After running from him to the sound of a shotgun unloading uncomfortably close to my backside, I did what most any young kid in my situation would have done at the time and continued running all the way to the bus station and promptly lied about my age and signed up for the military (this was back during the draft years when anyone who was willing to join wasn't questioned all that hard). Anyways, by the time I had gotten settled in with the military and had rediscovered the courage to try and contact Mary to let her know of where I was and to find out about the baby, her father had shipped her off to a cousin's house in Tennessee. And, over the years I had tried as best I could to find out where she was but I never did get the chance being as she ran away from the cousin's house shortly after that and none of us had ever heard from her again.
Either way, that was almost twenty years ago and, as I was able to get a better view of the young lady, I was quickly disabused of the notion when I noticed that she was actually trying to pick the lock on my door and break in. My first reaction was to yell at the girl and then call the police. However, as my military training took over, I was actually able to see the comedy in the situation as I saw that the girl obviously didn't know a thing about picking a lock being and was only succeeding in making herself more frustrated. Thinking to turn the tables on the girl, I noticed her "getaway" car (if you would consider an old pinto that was probably older than she was such a thing) was parked at the curb with, as I suspected, the keys still in the ignition.
After quietly reaching into the open window and pulling the keys out, I made my way around to the back of the house and silently opened the sliding glass door (which was ironically unlocked) and slipped through the house to the front door. As I stood there trying not to laugh at the muffled curses and the obvious fumblings of the girl on the other side, I very slowly opened the deadbolt lock that she was trying to pick so that when it opened she would think it was due to her fumblings and still not suspect my presence. So, by the time that the deadbolt was opened, I had edged behind the coat rack where I wouldn't be seen and tried not to laugh as the young girl eased open the door and actually came through the door in a near perfect imitation of a movie style cat burglar or swat team.
Keeping perfectly still, I waited until she had actually slunk halfway down the hallway before using some of my training and sneaking up to where my mouth was right beside her ear and quietly asked, "So what are we stealing?"
Laughing like crazy, I casually followed the girl as she jumped up and ran full force into the closed front door and then on out to her car as she ran screaming all the way. As the panicked girl futilely tried to find her keys, I calmly and politely held up the missing keys and asked her, "Are we searching for these?"
Screaming again, the girl was by now so hysterical that I decided that the only way to resolve this without waking the whole neighborhood was to calm the girl down. Therefore, I did the best thing I could think of at the time and grabbed an obviously dirty sock off of the pile of clothes she had in the back of her car and stuffed it into her mouth before slinging her light frame over my shoulder and carrying her into the house and dumping her on the couch. Then, it was a simple matter of holding her squirming body down until she finally gave up struggling and lay there breathing in an exhausted pant.
Realizing the girl was not going to take off running, I eased my hold on her and sat slowly backed away to sit across from her in the recliner. Then, as neutrally as I could, I asked her, "So why were you trying to break into my house?"
Snatching the sock out of her mouth she sullenly responded, "What do you want with me?"
"No. Me first." I replied, "Why were you trying to break in?"
"I was going to slit your throat and then steal all your money and valuables to sell for crack." Came the smart-assed reply.
"If you were you would have a weapon on you. Also, a crack addict would usually have sold their car long before they would break in to someone's house in another state. Try again."
"Your ex-wife paid me to break in and get all of her jewelry back."
"No ex and no jewelry. Try again. With the truth this time."
"If you'll let me go I'll blow you." Came the response as she obviously tried her best to look seductive and alluring.
Laughing, I responded, "I don't think so. First off, if you're 18 then it's just barely. Also, you obviously haven't showered in a couple of days at least. And besides, it's obvious you don't have near enough experience playing the sex game to even make it worth my while to consider it.
"Now, since you seem so reluctant to part with the truth let me take a stab. From the dirty clothes in your car and the general odor coming off of you, I would guess you don't have a place to stay and was hoping to steal enough money for a hotel room and was probably looking to pilfer some food out of the fridge."
Apparently, I hit close enough to the truth or simply wore down all of her options because she finally responded with a truthful response. "I'm 19. And I was just going to crash for the night because I didn't think anyone was coming home."
"Well, for one, you could have just asked. And besides, I probably owe you that at least after I scared you like that. There are a couple of conditions though." I warned.
"Like what?" she asked warily.
"First, you will tell me the truth about why and how you came to be breaking into my house. Second, you will sleep in the spare room. Third, no funny business. That means no trying to steal anything and no trying to repay me with any more offers of sexual favors because, frankly, I seriously doubt that you have any idea of what you would be getting into. And finally, go take a shower and make sure to scrub all that dirt off of you because I will not have you ruining my sheets. Understood?"
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A short while later I was starting to regret turning down the blow job being as what emerged from an hour long shower looked remarkably different than the smelly and dirty street urchin that went in. And, as she sat down on the couch in nothing but a towel while waiting on her clothes to finish washing, I couldn't help but admire the stunning beauty of the girl sitting in front of me. What I had first taken for dark brown hair turned out to be a honey blond that was long and surprisingly silky. Also, outside of the ill-fitting and tattered clothing, she turned out to have nice and firm C cup breasts, a face that would have won her a Jessica Alba look-alike contest, and a slim but not skinny figure that would go a long ways towards lessening the national consumption of Viagra if she were to ever show it off to full effect. And, being as I was being treated to the sight of her in just a towel, I was getting a full enough effect that it took almost all of my willpower to keep my voice steady and my hand out of my pants.
"So, young lady, who are you and how did you come to be at my front door?" I asked her after she had gotten comfortable back on the couch.
