Daddy's Little Plaything
by Nancy Merlin


FOREWORD 

When Morganna was thirteen her mother died and all the responsibilities of a 
large family fell on her young frail shoulders. Her father wasted little 
time. He buried her mother, and took his youngest, brightest daughter to his 
bed with the brutality of a madman. 

After the rape, Morganna became her father's private slut. Nightly, she was 
forced to crawl into his now empty bed and suck his huge cock until she 
thought she would die from the shame of the predicament she found herself 
in. As if that wasn't enough, she soon was forced, under the threat of a 
whipping, to spread her long smooth legs for each of her four horny 
brothers. 

She knew that to stay and endure the abuse of her father and brothers was a 
living death. She took her meager savings and ran off to New York. There, 
she soon earned enough money to begin to try to find the kind of life she 
had always dreamed about. 

She began a cross-country trek in search of the real love that would ease 
the pain of her father's vile abuse. 


CHAPTER ONE 

Morganna looked at the man next to her. Thin, fiftyish, and very much like 
her own father. Could this man possibly know that she wanted to kick him in 
the balls? Could he know that she hated her father for all of the evil he 
had done her, and that if she had the power to do so, she would put this 
silly man off of the bus and leave him standing naked on the highway, 
stripped, and begging for bread, money, and clothes? 

Morganna hated her father. He had violated her, stolen her virginity, then 
cast her aside to fend for herself, branding her a whore. She looked at the 
strange man in the next seat and she thought of her father. 

Morton Muffe was a banker. He was a well heeled banker, at that, living with 
his wife, Mercy, in a wealthy area in Poughkeepsie, New York. He was an 
egotist, and, spurred on by the fact that his wife's first initial was the 
same as his, he named all of his nine children with the same starting 
letter. Morganna was the youngest of the group. The others were Martin, 
Merkin, Morris, Manchester, Melissa, Myra, Maisie, and Medea. Each was born 
within one year of the other, ending the process with little Morganna's 
birth fourteen years before. 

Mercy was a strong woman, but, the pains of nine consecutive births followed 
by the problems of caring for so large a family drained her strength and she 
died when Morganna turned thirteen. She baked a birthday cake, iced it, put 
the candles on it, and keeled over, dead on her own kitchen floor. 

Morganna came home from the store and found Mercy dead. She screamed for 
help, but, got none. Not one of her large family was home. She called for 
the family doctor only to be told that he was playing golf, and when she 
called the police she was told that she would have to wait for an hour 
because most of the force was answering a bank robbery, at Mr. Muffe's bank, 
no less. 

Morganna sat with her dead mother for an hour before Morton arrived home and 
carried the dead woman to her bedroom. Morganna followed upstairs, tears 
streaming down her N face, eating a piece of the last cake her mother had 
made. As she stood at her mother's bed, she heard her father speak to her. 

"Now that Mamma is gone, Morganna, one of my daughters will have to take on 
all of her responsibilities around here. Do you understand what I mean, 
dear?" 

"Cooking and cleaning and running the house," Morganna said through a 
stifled sob. 

"And more personal things," he said. 

Morganna looked at her father in amazement. Certainly he couldn't mean that 
he expected one of his daughters to have sex with him! 

"Which daughter did you have in mind?" she asked, chewing the inside of her 
mouth and hoping in vain that she did not already know the answer. 

"You are the most like your mother." 

"I'm sorry, Father, but, I don't fuck," she told him squarely. 

"You are going to start to if you want to live in this house," he retorted. 

But, in actuality, little Morganna was not any virgin at all. She had lost 
her purity a year before when she made it with Willie Dubrowski, the 
fourteen year old son of the local butcher. This, however, her little romp 
behind the chopped meat display, she would not, could not, tell to Morton. 

"Don't you think we should bury Mother before we worry about the kink in 
your cock?" she asked the annoyed man. 

"How can I concentrate on anything until I have released all of my tension? 
What kind of ungrateful child are you, unwilling to ease my pain after all I 
have given you?" 

Morganna was studying the door behind Morton, trying in all seriousness to 
estimate how well she could run from the room. She was spared the get-away 
tactic by the ringing of the doorbell and the arrival of the mortuary wagon. 

"Mr. Muffe," one of the accompanying police officers said, "we are on the 
trail of the men who robbed the bank." 

"Wonderful," Morton said. 

"Now, where is the body?" 

Morganna watched as the men went upstairs and put her mother onto a 
stretcher and carried her from the house. Her father went off thereafter to 
arrange the funeral and she prepared dinner for the family and finished the 
rest of her birthday cake all alone, missing her mother, and wondering 
whether or not she was really going to fuck for Pappa. 

Morton left her alone for two weeks. She, though the youngest in the 
household, took over all of the family chores. She rose long before school 
to do all of the cooking for breakfast. After school she did all of the 
shopping and all of the cleaning and laundering and mending. She wondered 
fleetingly whether she would be expected to go to school for open school 
conferences for her older brothers and sisters. 

One night, a Friday night, two weeks after Mercy's death, Morton approached 
Morganna in the kitchen. 

"Do you remember the conversation that we had when your mother died?" 

Morganna bristled and glared at him. 

"My answer is still the same, Father." 

"You are going to go to bed with me tonight! Don't you care if I am 
unhappy?" 

"And don't you care about the fact that I am your daughter, not your wife, 
and that the very idea of sleeping with you makes me sick to my stomach?" 

Morton grabbed his daughter's arm and hurled her against the refrigerator. 
He took her hand and forced it to his concealed, but, stiff cock. 

"Don't you stand there and tell me that this cock makes you sick. This cock 
is a fucking wonder, a masterpiece. I've seen the other men in the bathroom 
at work. I have the best one of all. I have the best, biggest cock at the 
bank, maybe the biggest in Poughkeepsie. Don't you fucking knock my cock." 

"I'm sure it's lovely, Father. I just don't want it inside of me." 

She tried to break away, but, he held her firmly. His hands were strong, not 
the hands of a banker, but, of a back woodsman. His cock was rigid and hot, 
straining against the material of his Brooks Brothers trousers, rubbing it 
onto her body, trying to force its way through and into her. 

"Let go of me," she screamed. 

"We are going upstairs!" 

Morganna managed to draw back slightly and she raised her knee fiercely into 
the crotch of the possessed man. In one fast gesture he grabbed his aching 
groin and backhanded her across the face. 

"Now you are going to pay," he bellowed when the pain between his legs had 
finally subsided. 

He grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the kitchen, across the living 
room to the astonishment of her brothers and sisters who were watching one 
of Merv Griffin's theme shows, and up the stairs to the bedroom. She 
screamed for help, but, the family sat glued to the television set while he 
wrenched her into the room and slammed the door. 

Morton hurled her onto the bed and tore her clothes off of her violently. He 
slapped her fiercely across the face and across her bare chest, her small, 
growing breasts cringing under the smart of his smack. He threw her across 
his knee and began to spank her, not with soft sexual strokes, but, 
strongly, wildly, sadistically. The he threw her back onto the bed and began 
to climb over her young body, covering her with hot, martini ridden kisses, 
his cock bulging in his pants. 

"You're gonna do what I say," he ranted. 

Morton opened his zipper and drew out the big cock which he had forced her 
to feel minutes before. It was big, about nine inches, and very, very thick, 
with a huge head that resembled a light bulb. She could see its dark, 
purplish skin and the veins bulging along its shaft, but, she didn't have 
time to look at it. Morton, still fully dressed, mounted her and lunged 
forward, plunging the massive cunt filler deep into her cringing crease with 
such impact that he never knew whether or not she was a virgin. 

Morganna screamed piteously as the man pounded away at her frail body, 
driving his murderous cock in and out of her with menacing force, screaming 
obscenities, filth, and slapping her wildly as he fucked, fucked, fucked. 

Morganna clung to the bed for dear life, tearing the sheets with the 
strength in her straining fingers. She began to tear into his clothing 
ripping his shirt from his back, clawing his undershirt, and tearing the 
skin on his back with her finger nails. 

"Let me up," she screamed. "Take that fucking thing out of me and let me 
up," she bellowed as she pounded on his back, but, he fucked on with mad 
force, not missing a beat or a stroke, screaming and fucked with mania. 

"Get fucked, cunt. Take cock, bitch, slut, whore, shitheel!" 

He plowed the massive driver into her pasture, cutting her com, so to speak, 
as he fucked with severity and relish. Then he felt his cock coming to the 
end of its course. His body lurched upward, chugged as the rising scum took 
position to explode, and he crashed down into her again, shooting a powerful 
river of gism into her creamy twat. 

"Wasn't that fun after all?" he asked as he stood up and replaced his cock 
in his pants. 

"Make me come, too," Morganna screamed. "Jesus, don't just leave me here 
after all that. Make me come, God damn it." 

"Make yourself come," Morton said, and he walked out of the room. 

Morganna lay there, spent, but, frustrated. She needed her release, too. She 
took her longest finger and slid it into her still hot fuck hole. She got 
the one, then two, three, four fingers into the steaming seam, and she 
massaged the inside linings and played with her tingling clit until she 
bolted, lurched, jumped, skyrocketed. Then she went to her room, slipped 
into a robe, and went to the kitchen to make hot cocoa for the whole family. 

So it began. Morganna was her father's tool, his private slut. And when they 
screwed, and they did every day, it' was always the same, always mad, 
violent, crazed, and on several occasions the bruises from their bouts were 
so bad that Morganna had to miss school. 

"I can't take this for much longer," she told Morton one evening. He slapped 
her. 

"You have no choice. Incidentally, your brother Merkin told me that he wants 
to fuck you, too, and I told him that it would be fine with me." 

"It isn't fine with me," she countered. 

"That does not matter in the least. Any time Merkin or any of your other 
brothers wants to fuck you, you spread your legs and shut up. Is that 
understood?" 

"Yes." 

Morganna knew that it was only a matter of time before Merkin and then the 
other three would get into the act. 

Merkin did not wait for very long. Two nights later he materialized at her 
bedroom door. He was stark naked and exhibiting a cock which looked just 
like his father's. She wondered for a moment whether the whole family had 
oversized parts. 

"I've come to fuck you," Merkin said. "Dad said that it would be all right." 

Morganna thought of closing the door in his face, but, didn't. She would 
ultimately have to go to bed with him anyway. She knew that. And, maybe, she 
thought, just maybe, he is gentle and kind. She knew that she needed some 
softness. 

"Come in," she told him. 

Morganna undressed and got into the bed. She tried to smile as Merkin, 
obviously inexperienced, mounted her and began to insert his cock. He wasn't 
bad, not really, she thought as he began to get some motion going, and he 
was gentle, at least compared to Morton. 

Her legs wrapped around him and she began to respond to his unsure strokes. 
She made it a good experience for him, and when he came she did too, and he 
stood up to leave. 

"Thank you," he said. 

Merkin opened the door and she thought she would die. Her other three 
brothers, Martin, Morris, and Manchester, were lined up in size places, cock 
size that is, all waiting to sample her juicy cunt. 

She took them all. She had no choice. Morton stood behind them brandishing a 
whip. They were nicer than their father, but, they were no great shakes, and 
she did not want to touch them or be touched by them. 

But, the trend was set. Every Wednesday night became brother night, and she 
was forced to bed with her four brothers, taking their cocks up her cunt or 
down her throat or into any other cavity that pleased the resourceful boys. 
The other nights belonged to Morton and he took full advantage of them. She 
had no life of her own and she had no means of attaining one. 

When her fourteenth birthday rolled around she discovered that she had grown 
up a lot. Her breasts were full now, a woman's breasts and her body was 
sleek and trim. 

"So," she said to her mirror image, "this is what you look like. Now to get 
yourself out of this fucking shit." 

Grandmother Muffe had sent her a hundred dollars as a present. She had 
another two hundred in her school bank account. Immediately after school on 
the day after her birthday she went to the bank, not her father's bank, 
either, which pleased her, and withdrew her money. With only three hundred 
dollars and no clothing or personal possessions she dropped her school books 
into a garbage can and went to the bus terminal. 

"I'd like to buy a one way ticket to New York," she told the cashier. 

"Aren't you a little young to be going anywhere?" he asked. 

"I'm a lot older than I look," she said, and as she said it she knew that it 
was true. 

Morganna boarded the bus, closed her eyes so that she could not see 
Poughkeepsie behind her, and headed for New York City determined not to turn 
back, no matter how difficult the road ahead became. 

In New York she found a cheap room in a whore's hotel near Times Square. She 
didn't care about the hotel. She knew that she could not go to any place 
where her identity could be questioned. Besides, she only wanted to stay in 
the city for a few days, for just long enough to earn some more money. And, 
this was the place to earn it in the only way for which she was trained. 

Morganna roamed over to Eighth Avenue and saw the hookers filling the 
doorways of the sleazy bars and hotels. She picked a comer and stood there. 

"Bitch," a black whore screamed, "get your fucking twat off of my comer." 

Morganna didn't want trouble. She moved on. She found a spot near Polyclinic 
Hospital that didn't seem to be taken and she stood there. 

Maybe, she thought, I'll get a doctor or an intern. At least he will be 
clean. 

And, she did do just that. Three interns were getting off of the four to 
midnight shift. They saw her and they asked her price. 

"For one, two or three?" 

"All three," the spokesman said. 

"Fuck or suck?" 

"Both, if it's all right with you." 

Morganna knew that she was not being terribly professional in her approach, 
but, these men seemed nice. 

"Why don't we walk over to my room and play around, and then you can give me 
whatever you think I deserve." 

"Would you mind if we took turns?" 

"There are some chairs. It'll be all right." The foursome walked fast, 
stopping at the liquor store on the comer of Eighth and Forty-sixth to buy a 
gallon of wine. 

"If there's anything left," .one of the young doctors said, "you can keep 
it." 

She took them to her little room, wretched, sordid, ugly, and she let them 
undress her. 

Then the spokesman asked if he could go first. 

Morganna did not believe it. This man was asking to fuck her. He was not 
telling her. 

The other two men contented themselves with the wine while she helped the 
first guy out of his pants and shirt. She liked touching his hospital 
whites. They seemed so pure, and she liked the hospital smell that clung to 
his body. 

"My name is Bob," he said. 

"I'm Morganna." 

They got into bed and she began to suck on his cock. It was a nice cock, 
about eight inches, and wide, but, not awkwardly thick like her father's. 
The young doctor lay there, gently stroking her head as she tongued his 
pecker. Then she realized that he was crying. 

"What's wrong?" she asked. 

"I watched somebody die today. I never did that before. I watched and I just 
couldn't stop it." 

Morganna began to stroke his chest which was covered with a mat of soft 
blond hair. She knew how he felt. 

"Take your time, Bob. There's no hurry. Let me help you to feel better." 

She climbed up on him and drew her body down so that his cock slipped into 
her cunt. 

"I'll do the work, okay?" 

And she rode him softly and gently, as she had never been fucked herself, 
and he happily responded by moving his hips upward in circles, screwing his 
cock joyously into her now hot cunt. 

When he shot into her she came, too. 

"I never heard of a prostitute coming," he said. 

"I'm new on the job." 

Morganna had equally good sex with the two other men. Each was warm and nice 
to her, and each one was trying to restore in himself the life that he had 
just seen lost in the course of the day. 

When they were finished, the four people sat around and drank the wine and 
shared their experiences. 

"I wish I had a lot of money to give you," Bob, the spokesman said. "All we 
can give you between us right now is about sixty. Is that all right?" 

Sixty dollars was a lot of money to Morganna at this point. She accepted it 
gratefully and kissed ;ach man as they left. Then she showered and went back 
onto the street. 

Morganna cleaned up that night. She learned about the New Jersey trade, the 
guys who drive in and cruise Eighth Avenue and take the girls over to the 
piers for a quick one. Some of the men were greasy, some not, but they were 
money and she needed it fast. Five of them that night and she had made two 
hundred dollars. She knew she was being lucky, but, she had almost doubled 
her nest egg. She went to Childs and had some eggs, then went back to her 
hotel to sleep. 

Morganna surprised herself by sleeping well, visions of Doctor Bob filling 
her head. He had been so kind and vulnerable, not at all what she expected a 
doctor to be. She hoped that he would be happy in medicine. She liked him. 

The next morning she dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Her only 
possession was her handbag in which she carried her money and her make up. 
That was it. At the desk she was stopped by the clerk and handed an 
envelope. 

Now she was frightened. Who knew where she was? What would she do if it was 
a message from her family, if they had followed her, found her? She went 
outside and slipped into a doorway, opening the envelope only when she knew 
she was not being watched. It contained a hundred dollars in twenty dollar 
bills. There was a note. 

"I borrowed this money from my parents so that you could get out. You don't 
belong on a street comer. Bob." 

Morganna wanted to cry. She walked to the hospital hoping to find him, but 
she didn't know his name. She saw a young intern and she took a chance. 

"Do you know another young intern named Bob?" 

"I know two of them. What does he look like?" 

"Just under six feet, blond." 

"Bob Graves. I know him." 

"Would you tell him that Morganna came by to say thanks and that she's on 
her way." 

"Sure," the young man said. 

"And, tell him that I hope we meet somewhere again." 

Morganna walked to Port Authority and bought a bus ticket to New Hope, not 
because she knew anything about New Hope, but because she liked the name. 
Maybe it was an omen. Maybe not. But, one thing she knew for sure. It 
couldn't be any worse that it had been before. 

The man who sat next to her on the bus was asleep. He woke up and gazed past 
her out of the window. 

"Have family in New Hope?" he asked. 

"No. I have no family at all." 

"How old are you?" 

She thought, oh, fuck, now I'll have to start answering his questions. 

"I'm nineteen." 

"Looking for a job?" the man asked. 

"Yes. I am, as a matter-of-fact." 

"I own an antique store in Lahaska, just outside of New Hope. I could use 
somebody pretty in there to be a salesgirl and receptionist when I'm out." 

"I don't know for how long I will stay here," she told him. 

"Try it out if you'd like." 

She thought about the offer as the bus moved deeper into Pennsylvania. At 
least it wasn't whoring. 

"How much does the job pay?" she asked as they climbed off of the bus. 

"One twenty a week off the books." 

"I'll take it," Morganna said. 

"My name is Andrew Jackson, if you can stand that. What is yours?" 

Morganna fumbled for a moment. Then she said, "Lilly ... Lilly Graves." 

Andrew Jackson drove her into Lahaska. She liked the tree lined roads and 
the small shops. She enjoyed passing the antique stores and the pretty 
restaurants. 

"I don't suppose you've thought of a place to stay," he said. 

"Not yet, no." 

"I have a room behind the store. It is small, but it has a little kitchen 
and a full bathroom. I used to stay there when I first came here before I 
built my house. You can stay there if you'd like." 

"For free?" she asked. 

He laughed. "You really are strange. Yes. For free." 

She smiled at him. She liked him. She thought, he isn't like Father at all. 

"Tell me, Lilly, what are you running away from?" 

"What makes you think I'm running from anything?" 

"You have no plans, no luggage. You are not nineteen though you can pass for 
it. What's the story on you?" 

"I'll tell it to you some other time," she said. "I have to get used to 
Lahaska and to being Lilly Graves." 

"It's not your name?" 

"It is now." 

Lilly Graves moved into the little apartment behind the antique store. She 
had a home. For a treat on her first evening Andrew Jackson took her to a 
store where he bought her a new dress. Then he took her to dinner. He drove 
her back to the shop and saw her inside, but, he didn't try anything. He 
showed her where things were and said that he would be in at ten the next 
day. I 

"I have a young partner," he said. "Paul Riggs. Very nice guy and handsome. 
Maybe he'll be more your speed than I am. Sleep well, Lilly." 

She showered and crawled into bed. Lilly Graves. Lilly Graves. It rang in 
her head. It was her new identity and she liked it. Lilly had been easy. She 
took it from a Susan Hayward movie. Hayward was her favorite star and some 
people said she looked a lot like her except that her hair wasn't red. 
Hayward had played Lillian Roth in "I'll Cry Tomorrow," and it was her 
favorite movie. The Graves was easy, too. 

In the morning Lilly opened the shop and got things in order. She had two 
steaming cups of coffee ready, one for Andrew and one for Paul. 

"You can drink Paul's, yourself," Andrew told her. "He never wakes up before 
one so he won't be here for a long time. Why don't you take a walk around 
the area and get to know the place? You'll be more of a help to me if you 
know the territory. And here's an advance on your salary." 

"Buy some clothes. Get your hair done. If you want a new identity get into 
it. Got the idea?" 

"Why are you being so nice to me? You don't know me. You've given me a job 
and a home." 

"I have a story, too. I had a daughter. She and my wife died in a car wreck. 
Maybe you remind me of her." 

"That's why you didn't try anything last night?" 

Andrew smiled. "A man doesn't sleep with somebody who reminds him of his 
daughter." 

"You don't know my father." 

She kissed his head and left the store. Andrew sat back in his chair and 
wondered how long she would stay. He didn't want to lose his little girl 
again. 

When Lilly came back about two hours later she was incredible. For starters, 
she did look about nineteen or twenty. She was wearing a really great jean 
outfit and was braless under a clinging nylon blouse. She was one of the few 
women who could do that. And her hair was different. It was red. And she 
didn't look like Morganna Muffe any more. She looked like Lilly Graves, a 
young Susan Hayward, and she was most definitely on to something. She wanted 
to live. 

Andrew grew misty eyed as she walked in, but he pulled it together and 
smiled. 

"That is what I want in my store all the time." 

"Thank you, Andrew." 

"Lilly, tell me the truth, now. For how long do you expect to stay here?" 

"I have no idea. Maybe a month, maybe more. At least a month. I need a 
chance to get my bearings." 

"What about school?" 

Lilly smiled. "How paternal. There isn't time for that. But, if you have any 
books at home, I really do love to read. I'll read them all." 

"Good. I don't want you to become the town dummy." 

The two people laughed together as though they had known each other for 
years. Andrew was what she wanted a father to be. He was concerned about her 
welfare, about her education, about her home. 

"I would ask you to stay at the house, but, I think that would cause talk, 
and we neither of us want that." 

"I'm fine back here. I like the room. I bought some new curtains for it this 
morning. I hope you'll like them." 

"I will," Andrew said, and he meant it. 

The door opened and a man entered. He was about twenty-eight and he looked 
like a movie star. He was tall, dark, handsome, as the old saying went. And 
he was incredible. 

"Paul Riggs, this is Lilly Graves, our new receptionist." 

"Hello," Paul said. 

"Hello. Andrew has told me about you. He said that you never get up before 
one. You must keep very busy all night." 

"Are you teasing me or propositioning me?" 

Lilly laughed. "Neither. I'm merely being provocative." The two men settled 
down to some necessary business and Lilly waited on some customers and sold 
a very expensive old chest. 

"How was that?" she asked as she put the large amount of cash into her 
surrogate father's hands. 

"Terrific." 

"Got to make Papa Andrew proud of me." Andrew smiled. "What did you call 
me?" 

"Papa Andrew. That's your name from now on. That is, if you don't mind." 

"How could I mind?" 

Paul laughed. He saw this father/daughter relationship blooming and he 
suspected that it would be very good for Andrew, that it might draw him back 
out of himself and into the world again. 

"Andrew," Paul said, "would you mind terribly if I got to know Lilly a 
little better over lunch." 

"I've just gotten back into the store," Lilly said. 

"Go ahead. There will be enough times when you won't be able to get out of 
here to eat at all." Andrew smiled. "Just don't think that you are going to 
molest her." 

"In a restaurant?" Paul laughed. He held the door for her and she walked out 
of the store. 

Lilly felt that she was light years away from Poughkeepsie. Morganna Muffe 
was dead. She didn't exist any more. She was from another life. This was 
where it was. This was the start of things. Lilly Graves wasn't the fake 
name because Lilly Graves wasn't the one who was running. Lilly Graves was 
living. She was vital. She was moving toward happiness now, and she was 
going to reach it. She just knew it. 

"Where would you like to eat?" Paul asked. 

"I haven't the faintest idea, I only know the place Papa Andrew took me to 
last night. The one across the street. So, let's go somewhere else, right?" 

Paul took her several blocks to a really beautiful place and encouraged her 
to have a drink. Nobody questioned her age and she enjoyed the sensation of 
drinking with a friend in a public place. 

"Where did you come from?" Paul asked her. 

"New York," she responded in a half truth. "What neighborhood?" 

Lilly smiled. "I lived in the theatre district." 

"Why did you leave?" 

"There really was not much to keep me there. Are you a New Yorker?" 

"No," Paul said. "I'm from right here. But, I get into New York a lot." 

His leg was brushing hers now and she was responding favorably to the 
sensation. She moved slightly closer to him and smiled. 

"You know that I want to sleep with you," Paul said. 

"As friends or as worker and boss?" She felt that she had nothing to lose. 
She could move on that much sooner. 

"As friends. If the answer is no you still have your job. Pm not like that. 
Would Andrew be in business with me if I were?" 

"I guess not." 

Paul looked into her face. "You haven't answered me." 

"I don't know yet. You're nice, and I think you're the handsomest man I've 
ever met, but, I just am not sure. Can you give me time?" 

"At least till we finish our meal," Paul said, but, he smiled and she knew 
that he would not be difficult. 

"You'll probably get a yes." 

They had a wonderful lunch, the best she had ever had, and they got to know 
each other fairly well. 

"I have a feeling that there is a great deal about you which you are not 
going to tell me." 

"True." 

"Is it bad?" 

"Only for me. I promise you that much, Paul." 

They walked back to the store and Paul went out to see what the competition 
was offering. Andrew was waiting for her. 

"Only one warning, Lilly. I don't want to be a grandfather this season." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Lilly and Paul were dancing. They were in lovely little cocktail bar with a 
dance floor about three miles out of Lahaska. It was late, very late, and 
they were almost the last people in the place. They had come to like each 
other a lot. And, they went out together frequently, sometimes three and 
four nights a week. Paul always took the check, always treated her like a 
lady, and never forced her into anything. They still had not gone to bed. 

"Would you like to go over to the Holiday Inn for one more round before I 
take you home?" he asked. 

"I'd love it." 

"I'll just cover this check." 

He paid the bar and dinner tab, got her coat and led her to the car. They 
drove the short distance to the nearby hotel bar. 

"I'd like a rum and coke," she said. 

"And a vodka martini up," Paul added. "Thank you for taking me out so much," 
Lilly said, "My pleasure. You're fun to be with." 

"And thank you for being patient." 

"Hopeful is a better word." 

They drank slowly, chatting about the town and the winter that was just 
beginning to settle over it. They talked about the business and about Andrew 
and his tragedy. 

"It seems so mean that things like that happen to men like Papa Andrew," 
Lilly said. 

"I felt that way when my mother died, too. 

She was a good person. But, I think death is harder for the person who is 
left behind." 

"Is your father alive?" 

"My father is very much alive. 

He is a terrible man." 

Paul had never before seen this side of Lilly, the angry, the hurt side. 

"That's why you love Andrew so much." 

"I guess so. He is everything that my father is not." 

"And does the treatment you got from your father have anything to do with 
why you haven't slept with me?" 

Lilly looked at him. He was hurt, she realized, by her sexual aloofness. He 
had taken it as a rejection of him. 

"I'm going to sleep with you tonight, Paul. If you would like me to." 

"If. If. I have waited for three weeks. Why didn't you tell me about your 
father?" 

"Nobody likes to admit that she was raped by her father and by her 
brothers." 

"Does Andrew know about this?" 

Lilly smiled warmly. "Yes. I told him all about my life shortly after I got 
here. He was very understanding." 

"I'm glad you told me even what you did." 

"So am I, Paul. Someday maybe I will be able to tell you still more. If you 
want to hear it." ; 

"Let's go, all right?" 

They left and drove back to the shop where they went into Lilly's apartment. 

"You aren't going to lunge at me, are you?" she asked. 

"If I were a lunger, would I have waited this long?" 

She sat next to him and drifted into his arms. She was like a woman on a 
cloud, drifting into his grip, and he was gentle. He held her, ran his hands 
warmly through her hair, and kissed her lips softly, gently. 

"Not all men force women into bad scenes," he said, and he allowed his 
tongue to probe between her teeth and to enter her mouth and work its way to 
her throat. Her breasts were becoming firm under her blouse and his own cock 
was rising in his trousers. 

"Make love to me, Paul, to teach me how it should be. Please." 

Paul's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to teach her everything she would 
ever want to know. He wanted to fuck her and yet protect her at the same 
time. Andrew could be her father. Paul knew that he could help her in other 
ways. 

He slipped his hands between them and cupped her full breasts through her 
blouse. Then he und id the buttons and released her from the garment so that 
her bare breasts stood looking at him. 

"Make love to me, Paul." 

He bent forward and kissed her breasts. He pressed his lips around each of 
her nipples and she felt as though lightning had struck. This was what it 
meant to be touched. 

Paul stroked her back with his warm hands, then helped her to slide out of 
her skirt and panties. He knelt before her and removed her shoes and 
stockings. Then he carried her to the bed. 

Being carried to the bed, she thought, is so different from being dragged to 
it. Paul was a man in the real sense of the word. 

"Make love to me, Paul." 

He undressed slowly, taunting her a little with the beauty and strength of 
the body that he slowly revealed. They were a perfect pair, he knew, with 
ideal bodies. Naked, he crawled into bed with her. He was rock hard already, 
his fine, eight inch dong pulsating in the grip of her hand. She bent down 
to kiss its tip and was amused by a little wart that crowned the cock head. 

"My one flaw," he joked. 

"That's not a flaw. That makes you more perfect." 

She took his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue around its head sending 
him into swirls of excitement and sexual frenzy. 

"You don't have to do this," he said. 

"I want to. I like it with you," she told him. 

She returned to her cocksucking and he stroked her hair and her back as her 
head moved up and down, back and forth, pleasing him with its masterful 
sucking. She wondered how he would react if he knew that she had learned to 
do this in five cars near the river in New York. But, his cock was 
wonderful. It was sweet and manly, but, not fat and threatening. It was 
pleasure personified. He tensed his body and shot an ocean of come into her 
mouth and she drank it with happiness. 

"Move up to me, Lilly. Straddle my chest." Lilly sat on his chest and he 
drew her up still further so that his mouth and her cunt were on the same 
line. 

"Did any man ever do this for you?" 

She thought of Bob, the doctor, and said, "No. Only one man ever gave a hell 
whether or not I was pleased." 

Paul buried his face in her hairy snatch, darting his tongue between the 
lips and circling them lovingly. He moved his tongue deeper into her twat, 
washing the fair linings with his affection. Lilly was moaning, sitting on 
his face, running her fingers through his head, over his neck, into his 
ears. 

"Oh, my God, this is heaven. This is bliss." He moved still further toward 
her vitality, his tongue massaging the tip of her clit. And he managed to 
bite it very gently and she exploded. The wetness of her love juice, her 
cunt sauce, dripped down his face and she lay beside him panting. 

"Nobody ever told me that it could be like this. Nobody ever said a word to 
me about that." 

"You're just starting," Paul said. "You have a lot to learn. A lot more to 
do, to experiment with." 

She nestled in his arms, her body warm against the nakedness of his, her 
lips teasing his nipples and wetting the hair on his chest. She felt warm in 
his arms, as she had never felt warm before. She felt like a woman who 
somebody loved, a woman who people cared about. 

"I love making love with you," she whispered. "I'm sorry we waited so long. 
I won't keep you waiting again. I promise." 

"I'm going to take you up on it." . 

"You'd better," she said, and she rested on her back and smiled up into his 
eyes as he began to move on top of her. 

"Make good love to me, Paul. Make good love to me." 

She was hotter than a fireplace on Christmas Eve. Her sauce was running and 
they both knew that she was ready, particularly for his gentle brand of love 
making. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ran a finger down his 
spine. He laughed as she tickled him. 

"Are you ready?" he asked. 

"Yes." 

Very slowly he edged his cock into her cunt. They both moaned as it 
positively slid home, back to the womb. 

"So soft in there," he said, "Like a velvet lined jewel box." 

"All clean for your forty carat diamond." 

He was in her now and moving his hips so that their bodies were churning 
together. He welcomed her legs around his body as they clasped him 
permanently into position. Her hips moved with his. They were on the same 
track. They were together. They were fucking and making love and having a 
wonderful old time of it. 

"How is it?" he asked softly. 

"Bliss. I love it." 

"I love you," he whispered. 

She didn't answer him. She clasped her mouth to his and kissed him 
passionately. She was grateful for his love. No man had ever said that he 
loved her before. 

His strokes became more and more impassioned and now he was drawing his 
penis out of her, then riding it, sailing it, gliding it right back in. 

"I can't hold it. I'm going to come." 

They came together, he shooting into her tunnel, she flying up against him, 
her body finding a home against his. He stayed inside of her, on top of her, 
for several minutes, kissing her, his tongue deep down her throat. Then he 
pulled out and rested by her side, his arms encompassing her protectively. 

"I can't sleep," she whispered. "I'm too up." 

"So am I." 

They held onto each other, these two people who had met less than a month 
before, but, whose lives had become so completely involved. 

"Will you hold me again tomorrow night?" she asked. 

"I'll hold you whenever you like. I told you something. I love you." 

"That's nice." 

"Do you love me, Lilly?" 

She had to be honest. He was too good to her to be lied to. 

"I don't know, Paul. I don't even know that I know what love is. I really 
don't know. I care about you. I want to make you happy because you care 
about me. And I love what we just did." 

"You know what that means, don't you? It means that I am a fill in 
engagement. I'm not the main event. Is there anyone else?" 

"Paul, I'm starting my life now. How can there be anyone else when I never 
lived before?" 

"You're right." 

In her mind's eye, though, she saw Bob. He had been gentle, too, and he had 
taken steps to protect her. He had probably saved her life. 

"You are very weird," Paul said, kissing her again. "You sometimes seem like 
a child, and yet, sometimes, more often than not, you seem years and years 
older." 

"I've seen a lot." 

"How old are you, really?" 

"Fourteen." 

Paul almost choked. Then he started to laugh until the tears streamed down 
his face. "What is so fucking funny?" she asked. 

"I think you are really about fifty and just look young for your age." 

They both laughed now, and they fell back into each other's arms and they 
made love, blissful, beautiful, total love for the second time that night. 
Lilly had no intention of not enjoying this wonderful new excitement. 

"Does Andrew know your age?" 

"Andrew knows everything there is to know about me. I had to tell somebody. 
It had to be Papa." 

"I understand. Why didn't he tell me your age?" 

"He promised that he would tell nothing to anybody. He would never break a 
promise." Paul smiled and stroked her head. 

"True. Perfectly true." 

They slept comfortably until morning when they showered together, ate 
together, and opened the store together. 

"My God," Andrew said when he entered, "it takes an incredible woman to get 
Paul Riggs out of bed in the morning. Thank God we found you, Lilly." 

"Well, I second that," she said, and she kissed the man hello. 

"Any sales?" 

"No. There is breakfast for you in the apartment. On the table on the 
heating tray." 

Andrew went off to eat, Paul went about his work in town, and Lilly ran the 
store. That was how she saw the newspaper. 

A customer came in, a nice couple from New York who were looking for 
Victoriana. They bought a hurricane lamp and a fruit bowl. After they drove 
off, Lilly realized that they had left a newspaper on her desk. She opened 
it and saw herself. 

Lilly read the story hastily. Morton Muffe of Poughkeepsie had notified the 
F.B.I. that his daughter was missing for a month. The story was accurate as 
far as dates and times. There was no indication of any knowledge of her 
whereabouts although the ticket salesman in Poughkeepsie recognized her 
picture and remembered having sold her the ticket to New York. 

Her mind raced. She did not know what to do. She looked at the picture. It 
was three years old and she looked like a girl in it. Now she knew that she 
looked like a woman, but, would people recognize her? 

"Papa Andrew," she said, "I have to talk to you." 

"What's the matter?" 

"This." She handed the paper to him. 

"You don't look like this any more." 

"Everything was going so well," she said. "Now I feel like David Jannsen on 
'The Fugitive.' I don't want to leave here." 

"Why think about it?" 

"Because I am fourteen years old and if I am found out here, then you will 
be in terrible legal trouble, and Paul will be, too. Maybe even worse. I 
cannot risk being found." 

"May I give you some fatherly advice?" 

"Yes." 

"Rest easy for another few days. I am not trying to talk you into staying. 
If you travel, crummy people will suspect that you are up to no good. If you 
travel like a princess they will think that you are fine and dandy. You will 
need money." 

"I have over a thousand dollars." 

"We'll buy traveler's checks with that tomorrow. But, you will need more. I 
have an account that I opened for my daughter when she was a child. It has 
over ten thousand dollars in it. It's yours." 

"I couldn't...." 

"I would never spend that money, Lilly, and I don't need it. My baby isn't 
here to enjoy it. I want it to help you. Tomorrow we will open a savings 
account and a checking account for you. I will continue to make deposits for 
you and I will receive the bank statements. That way you will have money 
wherever you go. But, the account will say Lilly Graves, so that should 
anything happen to me all you will need is a registered letter to collect 
your money. We have to do it this way. We have to protect you." 

"Papa, you are the greatest man in the world." 

"I'm going to miss you." 

Lilly started to cry. "I will miss you, too. I really will, but, I'll call 
you all the time. I'll still be your daughter, but, I'll be traveling." 

"I know. We'll be just fine. Let's not tell Paul just yet. I think you will 
have to be the one to do that." 

"You're right," Lillie said. 

They handled the arrangements in exactly the manner which Andrew suggested. 
Then the three people had dinner together in a quiet restaurant that they 
all liked. After dinner Andrew said that he would call for her in the 
morning. He went home to cry. Paul took her back to the shop. 

"You're leaving, aren't you?" he asked. "Yes." 

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" 

"I didn't want you to treat me as though I were going away. I fully expect 
to come back here." 

"Why are you leaving?" 

She produced the newspaper and he read it, then whistled. 

"Got to?" 

"I have no choice. It's the only way I can protect you and Andrew. I even 
did a new handwriting on the checking account. I don't want anyone to know 
that Lilly Graves was ever Morganna Muffe. I listed Andrew as my cousin at 
the bank." 

"You will take care of yourself, won't you?" 

"Yes. Thank you for that." 

Paul took her into his strong arms and held her very close to himself. 

"Can we make love tonight?" he asked, and she saw that there were tears in 
his eyes. 

"I want to." 

In bed they were as they always were, a perfect duo. His cock seared the 
insides of her twitching twat and teased the top of the clit and rubbed and 
pressed and loved as their bodies moved together as one mechanism, one 
entity joined by a strong, throbbing, vibrant, pulsating prong. 

Her legs were around him and her fingers were in his skin. Their mouths were 
as joined as their glands and an observer would not have known where one 
started and the other left off. 

Her cunt was fiery, hot, wet, and his cock was aching as he fucked her. He 
felt his own fire burning within her and he cringed at the thought that they 
would never be this way again. 

"I'm losing you," he sobbed as he shot his myriad of come into her wonder 
pocket. She crashed up against him and she said, "you can never lose me, 
never." 

They held onto each other, Lilly, the new girl in town, and Paul, the 
handsome gentle, young man who had taught her the difference between fucking 
and love. 

"I love you, Lilly. I always, always will." 

"Always is a long time, Paul." 

"I mean it, Lilly. Always." 

"Make love to me again, Paul." 

The night was endless, or so they thought. They spent it entirely in each 
other's arms, relishing the nearness of the other's body, filling the 
other's needs completely, fucking, sucking, cock and cunt both thrilled and 
happy to be loved. 

Paul spent an hour eating her twat, lavishing it with the expertise of his 
talented tongue and she returned the compliment by sucking his cock so 
completely and so magnificently that she drained him for an hour. They 
fucked and fucked until neither of them could move, and then they slept in 
each other's arms until the alarm at the front of the store went off and 
Andrew had arrived. 

They ate breakfast together, the three of them, and then the two men drove 
her to the bus terminal. All three of them felt like crying, but, Lilly 
said, "Hey, no emotion. I'm not going away for good. This will always be my 
home." 

She had chosen a bus into Philadelphia because she was afraid to go back to 
New York. In Philly she ate lunch, then caught a train to Chicago. She had 
never been in Chicago. She had no desire to go to Chicago, but, it was there 
and that was all that mattered. The trip was scheduled to take twenty hours. 
That would give her time to think, time to sleep, and time to remember. 

"Is this seat taken?" a woman asked. 

"No. It isn't." 

"Would you mind if I sat in it?" 

"Not at all." 

The woman was tall, dark, about forty, Lilly thought, and rather masculine. 

"My name is Ruth Wrastle. What's yours?" 

"Lilly Graves." 

"Good to meet you, Lil. You heading for Chicago." 

"Yes." 

"Family there?" 

Lilly thought, I wish I hadn't told her to sit here. I really just wish she 
would shut up. 

"No family. My family is in Lahaska." 

"Nice town, Lahaska. Where are you staying in Chicago?" 

"I really don't know yet. I have no reservations. I'm sure that I can find a 
place, though." 

"Temp or permanent?" 

"I haven't decided yet. I'll get some work when I get there and decide from 
there, but, I don't think I like to stay anywhere for too long." 

"What line of work are you in?" 

Lilly thought, shit, this dyke is a nosey one. How in hell will I shake her? 
How do I get her to dig that I like men and that I want to be alone? 

"I asked what your business is," the woman repeated. 

"I'm in the antique business. My cousin has an antique store there and I 
work with him." 

"My friend Rae has an antique store and she's looking for somebody who knows 
the line to help her out for a while. Would you be interested?" 

"Well, yes. I certainly would. Thank you." 

Ruth said, "I'll give you my name and address and number before we get off 
of this fucker. I don't know how much money is involved, but, it's off the 
books. 

"I am not moral about taxes, so that suits me fine," Lilly said, happy that 
she would not have to fake a Social Security number. 

The train trip went on and on, and when she felt tired Lilly excuse herself 
and went to her cabin. 

"Why don't you meet me in the club car for breakfast at about eight," Ruth 
suggested. 

There was no way out of that. Ruth was getting her a job. 

"I'd love to," she said. 

Lilly slept very well. She watched the country slipping by and then she 
slept. Paul was in her thoughts, and Andrew, and Bob, her doctor friend. She 
wished that there were a way for her to let him know that she was all right. 
No way, she knew. She didn't know how to reach him directly and she couldn't 
take the risk of any kind of exposure. Someday, she thought, someday I will 
get to thank him. I know that I will get to thank him. 

She woke up for a while and only then did she think about her family in 
Poughkeepsie. She knew that her father's search for her had nothing to do 
with her, but, with her cunt. She knew that if she was found she would be a 
sex slave again in that awful house. For a moment she wondered which of her 
sisters had gotten her old job and was servicing Morton and the boys. She 
didn't really care, though. None of them had made a gesture to help her. 
None of them had ever said a word as she was dragged by the hair to that 
slave chamber bedroom and fucked until she hurt. It serves them damn well 
and right, she thought, and I hope they each get their turn. 

It was nicer to think of Paul who made love to her. He was so good in bed 
that she wondered whether or not she would ever find his equal anywhere. She 
wondered who would come next in his life, which woman would become his love, 
and she wondered who would be next in her life. Would she ever know the 
warmth of Paul's hulking body again? Would she ever feel that marvelous cock 
sailing into her channel again? Would anyone ever be gentle with her again, 
or had that been her only chance? Would the ones in the future be more of 
Morton? 

No, she wouldn't think that. She would die if she thought that. She had met 
Bob who was gentle and Paul. And she had met Andrew who became her true 
father. She thought of Andrew and she missed him very much. She fell into a 
deep sleep again. 

The train was standing still. She rose from her bed and slipped into a robe. 
She opened the door of her cabin and stuck out her red head. 

"Porter, what is wrong?" 

"Search, Ma'am, for a run-away." 

Lilly felt her heart skip ten beats. 

"How awful," she said hoarsely. 

"Yes, a thirteen year old boy. Ran away from home." 

It was a boy. Thank God. She was safe. For a moment she wondered why he had 
run away from home. She understood the horror that made a person run and she 
thought that if she could see him she might be able to encourage him, to 
counsel him. 

There was a ruckus outside of her door and she opened it to see two 
policemen towering over a boy. He looked younger than thirteen and he was 
cowering on the floor, crying bitterly. He was screaming for help. 

"Don't take me back! Please! My father beats me!" 

Her heart sank. She knew what he was feeling and there was nothing she could 
do for him. She smiled at him and his tears stopped slightly. 

"Come on, Sonny. You're holding up a lot of people. You have to come back. 
Maybe you won't have to go home." 

Lilly thought for a moment. She knew that the boy could have been her, that 
the same policemen could have been towering over her, trying to lure her 
back to Poughkeepsie. 

No, she vowed, I will never go back there. I will never see those horrible 
people again. They can fuck and die in Poughkeepsie. That's all they're good 
for. Never! Never! Andrew didn't help me so that I could wind up in 
Poughkeepsie. I'll keep going and I will survive. I want to live! 

She slipped the robe off and got back to bed. That boy in the hall just was 
not strong enough yet. Maybe next year would be his year. 

She wished Paul were lying next to her, fucking her, eating her, making her 
happy. She hoped for the moment that he was thinking of her, too. 

She thought of Ruth, the woman in the other car. 

I suppose she'll want me to go to bed with her, she reasoned silently. What 
will I do about that? I wouldn't even know what to do. 

She put that thought out of her mind, too, as the train started to move and 
she was riding that much further away from her past. 

Towns were flying by the window, cities of people with names and loves. She 
decided that someday she would have that, too. It would be in Lahaska. That 
was her home. But, for the time being, home was where she happened to be, 
where she happened to survive. 

I will survive, she thought. I will. I want to live! 

She closed her eyes and she slept until the alarm clock woke her at a 
quarter to eight. She had an appointment for breakfast. It meant work and 
that meant be on time. 

Ruth was sitting at a table, a steaming pot of coffee in front of her. She 
smiled as Lilly entered and sat with her. 

"I wondered if you'd make it," she said. 

"I told you I would." 

"Sometimes people say things and don't follow through." 

They talked at some length and Lilly realized that Ruth, too, was a nice 
person. She was warm and understanding, and she did not ask a lot of 
personal questions. It was almost as though pasts did not exist. For Lilly 
Graves it didn't and the less she had to say about it the more she liked it. 

"I was thinking about you all night," Ruth said. "You can take this any way 
you want to, but, if you do go to work for Rae and you need a place to live, 
I need a roommate right now. I can't quite swing my rent and my place is 
nice, two big bedrooms on Lakeshore Drive." 

"Are you inviting me to live there?" 

"For one twenty six fifty a month. You could never get a comparable place 
for that, and, listen, you don't have to make it with me to stay there, not 
unless you decide that you want to. Okay?" 

"Terrific. I feel like Mary Tyler Moore on her way to Minneapolis." 

The two women laughed warmly and Lilly thought that people were really 
pretty damned great. 

"I always knew such shits," she said, "except for my family in Lahaska. And 
now you. I'm glad we met." 

"So am I, Kid," Ruth said. "So am I." 

The train sped on and in several more hours they were in Chicago searching 
the train station for a porter to handle their bags. 

A taxi took them to Ruth's apartment and it was a stunner with a big, fine 
terrace. 

"I was in better shape for a while. Now I'm broke." 

"May I use the phone?" 

"As long as you pay. your share of it." 

"Fine." 

She called Andrew in Lahaska. 

"I wanted to let you know that I'm fine. I have a place to stay and I am all 
right." 

She gave him the number, promised to call him in several days, and sat down 
to the dinner which Ruth prepared. Later she met Rae and got the job. She 
was set for at least a short stay in Chicago. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Lilly, Darling," Ruth called, "breakfast is ready. Hurry out here. Get your 
fucking buns to the table, Cunt." 

Lilly laughed as she walked through the apartment. Ruth talked like that, 
she knew, and it was never as a threat or as a nastiness. It was her humor, 
and, dyke or not, Ruth was an awfully good friend. She provided both home 
and employment, and was an easy ear to talk to. 

"Good morning, Ruth," Lilly beamed. She was off to the antique store in ten 
minutes to begin her second month in Chicago. "Eggs! What a surprise!" 

"The only surprise around here will be when you beg me to eat your pussy. 
Christ, if you had some man around here it would make a little bit more 
sense, but, you haven't screwed around in a month. Christ, don't you miss 
it? Are you a closet nun or something? Eat your eggs." 

"If I ever decide to sleep with a woman," Lilly said, "I promise you will 
get the honor. I'm just not up to that yet." 

"Fucking shame, too. I'm great in the kip." 

"I just bet you are at that." 

Ruth got serious for a moment. 

"You're moving on soon, aren't you?" 

"Yes. I think so. I think Las Vegas, maybe," 

"Are you sure?" 

"I'm sure." 

"When?" 

"Saturday morning. Four more days." 

"You know," Ruth said," I'll really miss you around here, Kid. You're an all 
right person for a straight. Why do you want to go?" 

"I should never stay in one place for more than a month. I get to feeling 
too at home and then if I ever have to leave it will become too hard." 

"The only people who have to leave are people who are afraid of something. 
What are you afraid of? What's the long story that you haven't told us? Why 
do you read newspapers every day? Do you expect to see your picture? Are you 
a convict or something? Did you run with Patty Hearst?" 

Lilly started to laugh and she simply could not stop. 

"I'm not any of those things," she finally cracked through her laughter. 
"But, I am running. You're right." 

Lilly told Ruth the story of her life and the older woman sat back and 
stared at her. 

"Man, how you could take that shit and ever sleep with another man is 
something that I cannot understand." 

"Those people weren't men, Ruth. They were animals. Let's understand that." 

The next four days went along easily. Once or twice Lilly thought of 
lingering in Chicago for a bit longer, but, she sensed that the time had 
come to move on. She had spoken to Andrew and he, too, had felt that the 
best thing would be a new city where she could disappear into the woodwork 
for at least a week or two. 

"The papers in the East are picking up the story, but, they keep running 
that same picture. They certainly are not looking for a comfortable woman. 
Head to Vegas for a vacation. And don't work. Try to avoid any great contact 
with anyone. That way, if anybody is onto you, you can fade out for a spell. 
Don't call me again until you get to Vegas." 

Lilly was frightened. What if she had run this far and got caught? What if 
she had to face what had happened to that boy on the Chicago bound sleeper? 
She knew that she would not go back. 

Rae, her boss at the store, was sympathetic to her desire to leave Chicago. 

"Why stay here if you can go where the sun shines? But, you're good. Any old 
time that you come back here and want a job, you have one. You know that, 
right?" 

Rae and Lilly had been lovers for years, but, broke up when Rae met Salome 
Schwartz, the leading feminist in Chicago. Although their romance was short 
lived, Ruth, still her friend, refused to come back as her lover. 

But, on the last night that Lilly was to be in Chicago they socialized. They 
took the girl to dinner at a very nice little restaurant and then bought her 
drinks at their favorite dyke bar. 

"Ever been in a joint like this?" Rae asked. 

"No. It's fun." 

"The fun comes afterward, Baby," Ruth said. 

Lilly had spent some time thinking about that, too. Could she, in all 
fairness, leave Chicago without sleeping with Ruth, without giving her the 
one thing that she most wanted from her. 

I don't know yet, she told herself. Maybe I will do it. I'll see when we get 
home. I'll decide then. 

Ruth was cruising Lilly all evening. She was studying her beautiful figure, 
her full breasts, her petite waist, and she was thinking, Christ, I just 
have to have this number before she pulls out of here. I just have got to 
get my tongue into that twat. Make her last night in town memorable. 

"What time is your train?" Rae asked. 

"Nine." 

"Then we should leave and go home." 

The three women returned to Ruth's apartment where Ruth opened a bottle of 
champagne and wished Lilly luck. 

"To you, Babe." Rae said. 

"Second," said Ruth. 

"Thank you," Lilly responded, honestly touched by their gesture. 

Lilly smiled across her drink. Yes, she thought, I will do it. 

Ruth leaned forward to kiss Lilly for luck. Lilly responded by putting her 
lips against Ruth's and kissing her full on the mouth. Ruth knew what that 
meant! 

Ruth took Lilly into her arms and pushed her tongue down the girl's throat. 
Rae came over, moved Ruth momentarily aside, and did the same thing. 

"I've been waiting for this since you walked into my store. Christ, you're a 
beaut. 

"Let us make love to you, Lilly," Ruth said. 

"I'm going to, right now. Let's just go inside." 

The three women went into Ruth's bedroom, and undressed each other 
carefully, slowly and completely. They got into the big bed and the fun was 
on. 

With Rae caressing her mouth, forcing her tongue down to the gullet, 
inhaling and exhaling as one with the girl, Lilly felt the wonderful 
sensation of a mouth on her cunt. Ruth's tongue was darting in and out, in 
and out, in and out. It had the brutal strength of a hard cock, but the 
softness of a tit nipple. 

The other woman began to turn Lilly over and now Lilly had a double thrill. 
What Ruth was doing to her cunt, Rae was doing to her ass. 

As the two tongues worked on her body from opposite ends she could not help 
but wonder whether they would meet in the middle. 

Lesbians had hands, too, Lilly discovered, and Ruth began to fondle her 
ample breasts while Rae began to massage her sexy back. 

The sensations were completely beyond belief, these two expert women love 
makers servicing her body to the height of passion and lust, making her 
joyous as the recipient of their sheer admiration and love. 

There was a new sensation now. Lilly felt Rae's tongue working up and down 
her back, but, there was something else. There was something that felt like 
a cock pushing it's way into her ass. It was big, fat, rubbery. 

Oh! My God! This will tear me open, she thought, but, it didn't. It sailed 
up her shit canal and began to press in and out, in and out, in and out, in 
and out, much as Ruth's tongue dart as doing to the twat. 

"Oh, God. Do it! Do it! Do it! More," Lilly heard herself scream and the two 
women increased their speed and strength, Ruth biting down on Lilly's 
clamoring clit. Lilly exploded violently, her body rocking and bouncing and 
gyrating wildly. 

"Oh, more, more, more, more," she sobbed. "Love me some more." 

Lilly was fairly drunk as were the other women, but, there was no doubt that 
they were enjoying themselves, all three of them. 

"You do us, too," Ruth said. 

Lilly did not know how to do it, but, she was willing to try. She moved down 
on the bed and nestled her head in Ruth's twitching twat. The hairs were 
like the hairs around a man's cock. They were just as curly and soft and 
funny, but the taste of cunt was new, sharper, saucier, and Ruth was 
dripping cunt syrup all over the place. 

Rae positioned herself for Ruth as she had for Lilly. She was the ass sucker 
of the menage and she was good at it. Lilly sank her tongue into Ruth's 
cringing crease and ran it around the hole. Then she shoved it all the way 
in, as far as she could make it go, just as Rae did the same to the shit 
hole. 

Ruth was going crazy. She was crawling the bed on her side, almost leaving 
the grips of the two other women. She was clutching their heads and 
shoulders just as she clutched the pillow and the bed post and anything else 
that was available. 

"Eat me, Girls. Eat me dry and out and through. God! Eat me!" 

Her orgasm rocked the bed with so much gusto that one slat cracked and the 
mattress sagged through to the floor. 

"That's real screwing," she said as she picked herself up. 

Rae was almost delirious now. She was trapped in the mattress as it pressed 
into the hole of the bed. Her cunt was visible, and that was that. Ruth went 
first. She knelt and sucked that panting pussy for fifteen minutes. Rae came 
astonishingly, but Ruth went on. When she tired of it, Lilly took her place, 
darting her novice tongue into Rae's galvanized gash. Rae came again. 

Lilly ate on. Rae came three times before Ruth and Lilly pulled her free of 
the bed and the three women went to the other bedroom to sleep until it was 
time for Lilly to get ready to leave. 

The two women saw Lilly off at the train. Her luggage had become more ample. 
She had bought some new clothes in Chicago. Before she boarded the train she 
pressed an envelope into Ruth's hand. 

"That's in case you don't get a new roommate before you find a job." 

Lilly kissed both women and boarded the train. 

Ruth opened die envelope and found a check for five hundred dollars. She 
wept as the train left Chicago. 

"Are you a dyke?" the man asked. 

"I beg your pardon," Lilly asked. 

"I said, are you a dyke?" 

"Are you a peeping tom?" 

Lilly was being sarcastic, but, looking at the man she thought that perhaps 
she would do better to smile. 

"I am not a dyke," she finally said. 

"I asked because you were with two dykes." 

"They were my sisters," she said with a smile. 

"They looked more like your brothers." 

"My name is Lilly Grant, what's your?" 

"Bart. Bart Maypole." 

"Maypole?" she gasped. 

"Yeah. Do you want to see it?" 

Lilly was laughing now. "What is your name?" 

"It's really Maypole. Where are you getting off?" 

"This train only goes to Vegas, so where do you suppose I'm getting off?" 

Bart Maypole smiled a good smile. He was a tall man, about six five and very 
blond, Arian, strong, broad, hairy chest nestling out of his open sport 
shirt. 

"You are very correct. I am a teacher. What do you do?" 

"Nothing," Lilly answered following Andrew's advice. 

"I teach physical education." 

"Don't I just bet you do?" she quipped. "If I weren't a lady I would find 
some place right on this train where you could give me a little physical 
education right now." 

Even as she said it, she knew that she was serious. It had been over a month 
since she had slept with Paul. The only other sex she had had was the one 
night with Ruth and Rae. 

"As a matter-of-fact, we could go into my cabin." 

They rose as one and walked to Bart's cabin. It was small, and she wondered 
for a moment how he could sprawl out. She soon found out. He was naked 
before she could get the door locked. She saw that he had an exceptionally 
fine body, muscular, athletic and hung like a pony, a large, large dong and 
two watermelon sized balls dangling behind it. 

"Get undressed," he said, not at all unkindly. 

She began to strip as he began to massage his magnificent dork to its full 
ten inches. 

That prong is a ding dong, la de fucking da cock, she thought to herself. 
That is the perfection of the body. 

She was naked now and parading before him in the limited space available. 
She needed this. She could feel the juice seeping down her thighs. She 
wanted this man to be inside of her. She needed a man and she was unashamed 
to show it. 

Bart was kissing her tits, massaging them, cupping them, eating her shoulder 
blades. He knelt and massaged her legs and her cunt, but, he didn't eat her. 
He rose and lifted her in the air so that her snatch was lined up with his. 
Lilly did not believe that this man was about to fuck her suspended in the 
air. 

He drew her closer to him, never faltering, never losing his grip. He got 
his mammoth cock head into her flying flame and pulled her onto the entire 
length of the cock. He began to move her body back and forth as he fucked 
her, offering her a new thrill, something she had never even thought of. 

"How do you like it so far?" he asked. 

"Fuck me." 

She didn't care about position. She wanted him to stay inside of her. If to 
keep him there she had to be naked and swinging from the club car ceiling 
she would not have cared. 

"Keep that magnificent tool in me, Bart. Fuck me!" 

"Somebody will hear you," he said. 

"I don't care!" she screamed. "Fuck me." 

He moved her up against a wall and really plowed it to her now, pulling his 
ramming rod all the way out of her cunt and shoving it all the way back in. 
Her legs were up around his waist now and her arms were clinging to his 
neck. But, she knew that it was his cock and not her own limbs which kept 
her securely impaled. 

"I wanted to fuck you on the platform," he panted. 

"Well, keep doing it now. For God's sake, don't let up!" 

They fucked against the wall for an hour wrenching themselves in and out of 
wild positions until he shot a flaring flood of fuck sauce into her 
screaming snit. She rocked on his waning cock and pressed her legs into him 
so forcefully that he feared she had broken one of his ribs. 

"That's real fucking," they said in unison. The dressed and went to the club 
car where he bought her a good lunch. Then they sat and chatted the rest of 
the trip to Las Vegas. 

"So you aren't looking for work?" he asked. "No." 

"Don't you need work?" 

"No. Isn't it nice not to have to work?" 

"I have never known that leisure. I would like to see you in town, that is, 
if you have no other engagements." 

"None. But, I don't know where I'll be staying. Probably the Cotillion." 

"I'll call you there." 

"Give me your number, Bart, and I will call you." 

"Really?" 

Lilly smiled. "I will want to fuck while I'm in town. You are a very fine 
start, don't you think?" 

"If you think I'm good, you should see my twin brother." 

"I may," she said. 

The desk clerk eyed her amorously as he assigned her a room and the bellhop 
was absolutely lascivious in the leering manner in which he undressed her 
with his eyes as they rode the elevator to the twenty-sixth floor of the 
hotel. 

"Traveling alone?" he asked her. 

"Of course," she said, and she gave him a tip. 

"If you need somebody to show you around," he said, "give a whistle." 

"As long as it's only a whistle you expect me to give," she retorted. 

The young man blushed slightly and left the room. She saw that he had a 
hard-on and she felt a little sorry for him. He was perhaps nineteen and, 
although she was younger than he, she felt much older. 

"Come back here," she called. 

He reentered and she silently kicked the door shut and whisked his cock out 
of his pants. 

"I couldn't let you go downstairs with an erection," she said. 

"Suck it, Lady." 

She did just that. She sat on the edge of the bed and drew his body to her. 
His cock slid simply and directly into her mouth and she gratified the 
desirous young man. 

Then his hips moved fast and he was fucking her face. 

"No rough," she said. "Soft and easy or put your pecker back in its pouch." 

He slowed down and she sucked on the sweet young tool. He shot into her 
throat and she drank his come. She knew that she had made him happy, given 
him a story to tell his friends. She decided to quote from a movie she had 
seen recently, an old one which had been on television. 

"Thanks," he said. 

"Years from now, when you speak of this, and you will," she said, "be kind." 

He didn't get it, but, she didn't expect him to. He left and she rinsed out 
her mouth with Chanel Number 5. 

She put in a long distance call to Andrew and told him where she was. Then 
she called Bart Maypole. 

"How would you like to take a girl to a night club?" she asked. 

"I can't afford it." 

"I can. All you have to bring is your cock." 

They laughed and she gave him her room number at the hotel. 

"I'll toss you a fast fuck before we go out," he said. 

"Okay. I have some catching up to do." She showered, redressed, and took a 
walk around the hotel, stopping once or twice to look at items in the 
boutiques. She met her bell hop friend and he smiled at her. 

"Recovered?" she quipped, and she walked on. 

She was back at her room at eight to meet Bart. 

"I thought we could have a drink or two here before we left." 

They took a bottle of scotch and two glasses onto the terrace and they 
poured stiff drinks as they gazed at the exciting view of the Vegas strip. 

"I don't want you to think that I'm only here because I want to fuck you 
again," Bart said. "I really enjoyed our conversation, too." 

"So did I." 

"That's good." 

"We're like old friends," she said. 

"Yeah." 

"So, let's fuck for old time's sake." 

They were on the floor of the terrace, his stiff cock riding up and his 
fingers worked to slip down her panties. They were down and he was inside of 
her, plowing her cunt, her ass rubbing against the harsh concrete. 

It was not bad with Bart. He was, despite the size of his body and cock, a 
gentle lover and she knew that a month without sex was too much. She was not 
behaving as she liked to behave, but, she was horny and that was that. There 
was only one good way to amputate horns. 

"Fuck me," she said. 

"I'm fucking you, Lilly." 

"More. Fuck me more." 

From the next terrace a voice said, "Can't you fuck privately. Why does my 
life have to revolve around cunts and cocks?" 

They kept fucking. If the man next door didn't enjoy a good thing, then that 
was his hard luck. 

"Fuck. Fuck. Fu ck me," she sobbed. 

Bart was delighted to oblige. 

No wonder he taught physical ed, she thought. He could write the text book. 
I never thought that a teacher could fuck, let alone fuck like this. 

Her head was spinning from the scotch and the fucking, but, she clung to 
Bart and relished the treatment she was getting as his hips roved up and 
down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, sending his big 
banger in and out, in and out, in and out, of her versatile vag. 

"I'm going to come," he said, but he needn't have. She was coming herself, 
banging her body against the hard, cold stone floor, as he shot another load 
of gymnastic gism into her pearly pot. 

"Where shall we eat?" she asked. 

They had a good dinner and caught Frank Sinatra's show. Then they went to a 
casino where she decided to place a small bet, dropped a chip inadvertently 
on one number, and came away three thousand dollars richer. 

"You are incredible," he said. 

"La di fucking da," she responded. 

They walked around the strip, dropping in here and there for a drink, and 
she won yet another five hundred dollars from a one armed bandit. 

"That's my gambling for my stay in Vegas." 

Bart laughed. "That's your expense money for your stay in Vegas." 

He was right. She would not have to dip into her funds. 

They went back to the room and shared yet another fuck and she took the 
sizzling sizer into her throat and sucked the sauce from it. 

"Tomorrow, if you would like, I will introduce you to my brother." 

"I would like." 

And so, the following day Lilly went to the pool and rested in the sun, 
stopping her rest only to walk to the bar for yet another drink. She swam 
all day, enjoying the luxury of having a pool at her feet. She knew that 
every man in the hotel who saw her in her little bikini wanted to fuck her 
and she thought that she might just let one or two of them have a go at it. 

"Telephone for Miss Graves. Telephone for Miss Graves. Will Miss Graves pick 
up the nearest hotel phone." 

It must be Bart, she thought, and she walked to the phone at the bar. 

"Hello. There is a call for me." 

"Lilly. Andrew." 

"Hi." 

"Lilly, how much cash do you have out there?" 

"Thirty five hundred that I won and another six or seven hundred. Why?" 

"I have a feeling that they are moving in on you. There have been a lot of 
questions asked around here. Your old picture cropped up. I think it might 
be best if we dropped contact for a week or two. Can you move to a different 
hotel and change your name again?" 

"If I must. Are you sure it's necessary?" 

"No. But, why take chances." 

"I'll move across the street to the Rancho. My new name will be Della Hall." 

"I'll be in New York tomorrow," Andrew said, "so I will call you from 
there." 

Lilly went back to her room and packed. She went to the desk and checked 
out. Then she walked to the Rancho and took a room. 

She called Bart to tell him she had moved. She was not going to miss that 
brother of his. 

"Why did you move?" 

"The bellhop across the street was trying to come on with me. Listen, I'm in 
room 711. Always ask for me by room number." 

"I'll be my with my brother at six or seven." 

"Fine." 

She hung up and waited for Andrew's call. 

"I don't know what is happening. You are all over the newspapers in this 
burg. But, they still don't have a new picture. Paul says that there were 
more questions asked in Lahaska today, so it's not the best scene. We have 
no way of knowing." 

She rushed downstairs and bought the New York papers. There she was again, 
but, young, young, young. She knew that she did not look like the girl in 
the picture. The story said that she was suspected to have stayed in 
Pennsylvania and then moved south. Was that a ploy? Did they know she had 
gone west? 

I can't worry about that, she said to herself. I simply cannot worry about 
that now. 

She took a swim and then showered and slipped into a negligee. She was 
waiting for the gym teacher and his brother. She would take on the two of 
them. With two men who looked like that and who had cocks like that she knew 
that she could forget about her problem in no time at all. 

Please get here soon, Bart, she thought. I don't want to be alone. Please do 
get here soon. Please. Then she heard the knock on her door. 

"Lilly? It's Bart." 

She opened the door and smiled at the two remarkable twins. They had come 
when she most needed them. 

And they were sure to keep that up! 

Bart said, "Lilly, this is my brother, Bret." 

"Bart and Bret Maypole. I don't believe it." 

She looked at them closely. They were absolutely identical. They were 
incredible. They were the two sexiest things she had ever seen. She wanted 
to lunge at them and to get fucked by both of them together, two massive 
cocks splitting the innards of her cunt, but, she knew that she had to be 
more patient. 

"Be cool," she said aloud, and she moved forward to shake Bret's hand. The 
room spun and she fainted. 

When she came to, the Maypole boys were looking down at her with concern 
written all over their faces. 

"Wow," Bret said, "you really scared us. We thought you died." 

"Too much sun. I've gotten too much sun," she said. 

"Sure you're not pregnant?" Bart asked. 

"Oh, of course I'm not pregnant. Why would I do something stupid like that?" 

"Are you all right?" Bret asked. 

"I feel weak. A little dizzy. I can't breathe." The new brother reached into 
his pocket and pulled out a little capsule. He snapped it under her nose and 
she could feel the blood rush through her as her head cleared completely. 
She felt her desires rising incredibly. She felt like a sexual volcano. 

"Who of you guys wants to go first?" she asked. "And get some more of those. 
We can have fun." 

"I have plenty of them," Bret said. 

The two men undressed. They were identical. 

"Well?" she asked. 

They stood her up between them and each used her jar of cold cream to oil 
his monsterish might. Then each took her from a different end, Bart in her 
ass and Bret in her cunt. 

"We'll put Bret up front," Bart said, "so that you can get to know each 
other." 

And they did. 

The two men plowed into her with exact rhythm. They should have been 
musicians, she thought. Their cocks were sizzling, writhing within her cunt 
walls and her ass canal. She was uncontrollable, sputtering and muttering as 
the two huge men lionized her body. 

"Fuck me, both of you. Fuck me, fuck me. More," she was screaming. 

"Give her a popper, Bret," Bart called. 

Bret reached for another popper and cracked it under her nose. She reeled 
and jolted and came with such velocity that both of them thought their cocks 
would break. 

"They both shot massive loads into her, one into her ass and the other into 
her cunt. The three of them dropped down to the floor where they 
disassembled themselves and rested. "I told you we were identical." 

Lilly laughed. "You are." 

She sucked Bret's cock back to full power, then did the same to Bart's. 

"I think we should try once more, but, you should change places." 

The three joined in another mad fuck, and again the popper was brought out, 
this time not one, but, three, and the three people skyrocketed to heights 
unknown in the annals of Las Vega lovemaking. When they were finished, 
exploded, spent, they showered, redressed, and went to Roy Rogers Restaurant 
for a roast beef sandwich and six choruses of "Happy Trails to You." 

Lilly played her chances and won an additional thousand dollars that night. 
She liked winning money. She liked winning. That was her new life. 

She didn't respond when she walked back into the lobby of the hotel and was 
addressed by the night clerk as Miss Hall. She had been Lilly Graves for 
several months now and that was her true existence. She did not respond to 
another name. 

"Miss Hall," the man called again. "There was a phone message from 
Pennsylvania and there were two men here to see you." 

She froze. 

This is not going to happen, she told herself as the elevator took her to 
her room. They are not going to get me. 

She placed a call to Andrew in Lahaska. 

"I don't know about the men. They're probably F.B.I. I was questioned when I 
got back today. I told them that I met you on the bus and that your name was 
Lilly Graves, that you are twenty and that I know nothing about your past. 
If they are onto you out there, get out and move. 

Lilly wasted no time. She packed her belongings quickly, forcing them all 
into the one largest suitcase and purposely damaged the other bags so that 
there would be a logical excuse for leaving them behind. She rushed to the 
elevator and snuck across the lobby. Stashing her bag for a moment she went 
back in and paid for her room. 

"I would rather pay one day at a time," she said. 

Then she called Bart. 

"Have you a car?" 

"Yes." 

"How would you like to drive me to L.A.?" 

"Now?" 

"No, in a week. Of course now!" 

"I have school tomorrow." 

She had only one other acquaintance in Vegas, Bret Maypole. He agreed to 
meet her immediately. Within half an hour she was on her way to Los Angeles. 

"Thank you for doing this for me. It really is great of you." 

"I enjoyed this evening. I don't mind helping you." 

They drove in silence. He asked no questions, and she offered no answers. 
She had no idea of where she would stay or what she would do in Los Angeles. 
She did not have access to Andrew's money, at least not for the moment, 
although she had written the bank and authorized Andrew to withdraw money 
from her account. 

In the darkness she looked at the handsome man next to her and she shivered. 
She was fourteen years old, she was on her own, and she was running. She had 
slept with this man. He had been in her ass and in her cunt. She had done 
everything. And still, she was running. She was getting tired of running. 

"Could we stop for some coffee?" she asked. 

"Next stop, okay?" 

"Thanks," she said. 

Bret turned out to be a nice friend who was willing to help her. He reminded 
her of Andrew and Paul and he reminded her of Bob, the young doctor. 

I wonder whether or not I will ever see him again, she thought as they 
pulled into the restaurant parking lot. I hope so. I really hope so. 

She and Bret looked at each other and drank their coffee. He drove her into 
Los Angeles and left her in front of the Holiday Inn. 

"You'll be all right," he said, and he drove off. 

She was alone. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Los Angeles was a new trip for her. She had to select a new name and she 
did. She was scouting rooming houses looking for a place to live and when 
she finally found something remotely suitable, a small, but comfortable room 
with decent though plain furniture, she was ready for the elderly landlady's 
question. 

"What is your name?" she asked. 

"Delphina Daley." 

"Such a nice name. You have family here?" 

"No. I want to be an actress." 

"Oy," the woman said, but she handed her the key. "That's a hundred dollars 
in advance." Lilly handed her the money. 

"Cash? Nice." 

"Good night." 

The landlady snarled a bit. "I wasn't going." 

"I'm terribly tired. Please forgive me." 

The woman left and Lilly, now Delphina, opened her purse and took out the 
black hair dye that she had bought. 

New town, new look, new identity, she thought. 

She didn't sleep at all. How could she when she knew that the feds were on 
her trail? 

How did Patty Hearst sleep? Lilly was alone and frightened and she didn't 
like that. 

She rose early, surveyed her new hair and dressed. Then she went out for 
breakfast and began to look for a job. This was not easy, either, as she had 
to find one off the books and one which she could handle with very little 
experience. She ruled out antiques because she was afraid she would be 
traced. 

"No, we don't need anyone," she was told repeatedly. 

Four days of the same gruel and still no work. Thank God for the Las Vegas 
money. She had to find some way to earn more, though. 

On the fifth day things began to look a little less grim. She landed a job 
as a typist for a small plumbing contractor who was willing to pay her off 
the books to the tune of one hundred dollars a week. Her rent was one bill 
per month, so that left her a good deal for living expenses. 

Maybe things were starting. Lilly, and she did think of herself as Lilly, 
went to the movies that night and saw a double feature. Then she treated 
herself to Spanish food at Senior Pico's. She wandered back to her room and 
read until she fell asleep. 

The following day she reported to work. The owner of the firm, a man named 
Will Wiggins, was about sixty, short, bald, and pot bellied. Nonetheless, he 
propositioned her within her first ten minutes in the office and she slapped 
him across the face. 

"Get your ass out of here, Cunt," he yelled. 

She picked up her purse and stormed out. She was back where she had started. 

Three more days of walking and she still did not have a job. She walked into 
a bar and took a stool. 

"Yes Ma'am?" 

"Gin rickey, please. Lots of ice." 

"You look beat." 

The man was about forty and not bad looking. He was going to fat, but, he 
was attractive in a soft way. 

"I just got into town and found a job after days and the bastard 
propositioned me and I slapped him and he fired me and now I don't have a 
job again." 

"Can you mix a drink?" the man asked. 

"I can buy a book." 

"I need a barmaid for the day shift. My customers would rather be served by 
a broad, excuse me, a woman. The last girl went off and got pregnant. You 
want the job?" 

"What does it pay?" 

"A bill a week off the books plus tips." 

"You've got yourself a barmaid." 

She started immediately, finishing her own drink and slipping behind the 
bar. Within two hours she was building a following, a clientele, and she was 
enjoying the men as much as they seemed to be enjoying her. 

She still found it hard to answer to any name other than Lilly, but, here 
she was Delphina and she was getting praised and tipped. And she was getting 
good tips. 

Life was a little easier. The pressure seemed to be off, at least for the 
time being. She relaxed a bit. Her social life was nil. She had no friends 
other than her boss and he remained aloof, sensing correctly that she did 
not want an involvement. 

"You happy here?" he asked after the first week was up. 

"Oh, yes, thank you." 

"I'm happy to have you here. You're a good kid. How old are you anyway." 

She decided to press her luck. "Twenty-three. People tell me I look younger, 
though." 

"The customers would like you at any age." 

And so she worked. She managed to get word to Andrew that she was well and 
that she was okay for money. That was the most she could communicate. His 
telephones were bugged and they both knew it. 

Into her second week on the job, she was beginning to feel at home in the 
old pub. She liked the roughish men who came in. They were rough, but, not 
like her family. They were burly drinkers, most of them with beer bellies, 
and they were loud when they were drunk, but they treated her like a queen 
and brought her silly gifts and made her feel great. 

"Why don't you let me take you out," Jim Mahoney asked her. He was a nice 
guy, a construction worker, and she liked him well enough to go out with 
him. 

"Maybe someday." 

"How about Friday night?" he asked insistently. 

She checked with the boss to see if she were allowed to date a customer. 
Told that she could, she went back to Jim. 

"You've got yourself a date." 

He picked her up at the stroke of seven, smiling shyly across the collar of 
his best shirt. "Where would you like to eat?" he asked. "No preference. I'm 
new in town, remember. I don't know where to go." 

"I have a favorite little spot." 

They drove about fifty miles to a village that looked like an early American 
seaport and they ate fish dinners on a terrace overlooking the Pacific. 

"I'm glad I came with you." 

"Are you? Really?" 

"Yes." 

"Will you go to bed with me?" 

"You're pretty blunt," she said. 

"I don't see any reason to lie to you and say that I don't want to make love 
to you." 

"You just won the argument." 

"How?" he asked. 

"You said that you want to make love to me, not to fuck me. That's very 
important to me." 

"To my wife, too." 

"Oh." 

"I didn't want to lie to you about that, either. Look, Delphina, I got the 
impression that you are the kind of girl who hangs free, who doesn't get 
involved in big romances. I'm the kind of guy who did once and I'm stuck 
with it. But, I do screw around. And I'm good in bed, or so I'm told. By 
everyone except my wife. She turned me off three years ago." 

"We'll just have to see if I can turn you back on." 

They finished their dinner and walked around the little village. He bought 
her a silver pendant which she wore immediately. It was the first piece of 
jewelry that had ever been bought especially for her by somebody else, and 
she knew that she would cherish it." 

"Want to head back?" he asked. 

"Not just yet. It's nice here. I want to stand with your arms around me and 
watch the ocean. I want to be as free as that ocean." 

He kissed her. He kissed her the way his wife would not let him kiss her. 
The ocean breeze ran through their hair as they joined in a warm, exciting, 
vibrant, magnificent embrace. r "I want you so much," he whispered. 

"Let's go back to my place." 

They drove back to L.A. and went to her room. He undressed her like a father 
undresses his baby girl and she was amazed by his gentleness. 

"I wish I had met you ten years ago," he said. "I would have fallen for you 
instead of for my wife." 

"Let's not think about her. You're with me. 

Think of me." 

He undressed and she saw his body for the first time. It was chunky, gone to 
fat in some places, but, not unattractive. It was boyish and pleasant and 
she found herself liking it. 

"Do you like to get sucked?" she asked. 

"Yeah." 

He sprawled across the bed and she ate his cock, taking it fully down her 
throat, treating it to a wonderful spit bath, teasing it with her tongue, 
using her tongue like a whirlpool, and he moaned softly and enjoyed her 
expertise. 

When he had come in her mouth and she had drunk the scum as she would have 
drunk one of her own drinks, she lay next to him and massaged the red-gold 
curls on his chest. 

"You really are nice," he said. 

"So are you." 

"You make me feel like a man again." 

"Oh, you are a man," she said. "You are a very fine man. And, if your wife 
doesn't appreciate you, that is her stupidity, not yours. Now, let's really 
make love." 

He embraced her and kissed her manfully, his body crushing hers, but doing 
it' with a softness. 

"Let's make it." 

He changed his position so that he was on top of her and he eased his prick 
between the lips of her amorous cunt. 

"That's it, Jim." 

"Can you take it?" 

Lilly moaned. "I can take it from you." 

He glided his strength between her cunt lips and into the grand canal of her 
passion. His hips moved slowly, grinding the cock into the cunt like a drill 
working its way into a fine piece of teak wood. 

"Fuck me good," she said. 

"I will, Baby. I will." 

Jim rode on, enjoying the warmth which emanated from he perfect body, loving 
the sliding sensation he felt swimming in her cunt sauce. 

"Good fucking, Jim. Good, good fucking." 

He was happy in her. He felt right. She was the best he had ever had. 

Then he came and came and came and so did she. 

They rested next to one another, their hands stroking the other's privacies. 

"You know what?" she said. "I think we can make it one more time." 

"Okay." 

They fucked again. 

Theirs was a good night, and when morning came they were still in bed 
together. 

"What will you tell you wife?" 

"Oh, I don't tell her anything any more. When she turned me off I stopped 
telling her anything. I don't answer to her." 

"I'm sad for you." 

"Don't be sad. Just see me more often. I really like you, Delphina and I 
would like to see you very regularly." 

"That's not my style. I could move on at any point." 

"Then please, see me while you are here. That's fair, isn't it? No pressure, 
no promises, but, while you stay, stay with me." 

She didn't know whether or not she was being wise, but, she didn't like 
being alone and she did like Jim. 

"You're on," she said, "but, keep it away from the bar, okay?" 

"Fine." 

They began to see each other often. She was happy with him and he was happy 
with her. He spent his weekends in her room. He even seemed to like being 
there when she was not there because it made him feel closer to her. 

She still read the papers every day and found that she was hot copy, but, 
when she saw the name Morganna Muffe it wasn't hers. After two months, even 
Lilly Graves began to seem foreign. 

The investigators were looking for her, that much was clear. But, there did 
not seem to be any immediate threat to her freedom. 

She and Jim went out together. They laughed together. They fucked together. 
She put him on a diet and in no time at all he was getting back into shape. 
He was more fun to fuck with, too, because he had the strength to hold his 
come until he knew that she wanted it. 

"Do you love me?" he asked her. 

Paul had asked her that. She hadn't known the answer then and she didn't 
know it now. 

"Jim, I don't know what love is. I care about you a great deal, and I want 
what is best for you. If that is love, then I love you." 

"You don't fuck with me just out of pity, do you?" 

"Lilly Graves doesn't fuck out of pity." 

"Lilly Graves?" 

She had slipped. She had always known that someday she would. 

"That's my real name, Jim. I used Delphina Daley here so that I couldn't be 
found." 

"By whom?" 

"By my husband." 

She was lying, but, that was safer for both of them. 

"You have problems, too." 

She smiled. "Who doesn't? Except for dead people?" 

Jim pressed her body to his and held her. 

"I won't tell anyone. I'll keep your secret." 

"Thanks." 

Their relationship went on for another month and another and soon she had 
been in Los Angeles for four months. Things were going all right. 

She was still hot copy, but, there was no sign of trouble. She had been away 
for seven months now and she was surviving. It would have to end someday, 
but, not just yet, and not any way but the way she chose. 

She and Jim drove to Mexico for a weekend and ate chili and bought silly 
hats. They drank rum and relaxed. They drove back to her room and saw the 
fire engines. 

There it was. Her building was gone and with it her clothes and what few 
possessions she had. She thanked God that she had put all of her money into 
a safety deposit box. 

"Where do I go now?" she asked. 

"I'll help you find a place." 

"Maybe it's a sign. Maybe I should move on." 

"No." He set her up for the night in a flea bag hotel and picked her up in 
the morning to help her to look for a room. They walked and walked and found 
nothing. She spent another night in the hotel. He stayed with her because 
she was afraid to be alone. 

She took a day off from work to continue the room hunt, but, she still found 
nothing. This was it, she knew. She had a small shopping bag of clothes, and 
that was it. She had just bought them, her only purchase since the fire. 

I guess I've finished L.A., she thought to herself. There is really nothing 
else here. 

She wandered over to Jim's plant to see him just once more. 

"Mr. Mahoney, please," she asked. 

"Mr. Mahoney had an accident this morning," the receptionist said. 

"Was he injured badly. What hospital is he in?" 

"He's dead, Miss." 

It was as though a rock had crashed into her skull. Jim, who was so gentle 
and kind to her, was dead. She touched the locket that he had given her. It 
was just not possible, she thought. Jim can't be dead. He can't be. 

She went to her safety deposit box and took our her money. She converted the 
entire stash into traveler's checks so that she would feel safe with it. She 
used the name Lilly Graves. 

I was happy as Lilly Graves, she thought. I'll be happy as Lilly Graves 
again. 

She went to the bus terminal and she studied the schedule. The first bus 
leaving L.A. was going to San Francisco. She took it. Anything to get away. 

The bus droned on and on for four long hours. She tried to sleep. It was 
useless. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Jim Mahoney and felt his 
body against hers. She watched as a severe rain storm began to hit the 
windows of the bus and she began to cry. The tears slid down her face as 
strongly as the rain hit the window. 

Why did he die? There is no fairness in that, she thought. 

The bus went on. 

When they stopped for lunch she ate only a yogurt and a tossed salad. She 
threw up. She could not stop crying. 

She reached a phone booth and called Andrew. 

"Meet me in San Francisco, Papa Andrew. Please. I can't bear to be alone for 
another minute." 

"It would be dangerous." 

"Please." 

"I'll send Paul." 

"Papa, I need you." 

"I'll catch the first plane I can get. As soon as you get there check all 
American Airlines flights. I'll fly from New York in about three hours. If 
I'm questioned I'll say it's business." She waited at the airport. One 
flight landed and Andrew was not on it. He was on the next. When she saw him 
enter the terminal she rushed into his arms and began to sob. He embraced. 
her and led her to the baggage section where he redeemed his one bag. 

"Have you any luggage?" 

She told him about the last week and he understood why she had called. He 
arranged for adjoining rooms in a motel near the airport. He had flown as 
Anthony Dale. He took the rooms for Anthony Dale and daughter. 

With Andrew next to her she could cope. He stayed for a week and they 
rebuilt her life. They bought some clothes and took in two shows and she 
began to feel like herself again. She began to feel like Lilly Graves. 

"Thank God for you, Papa Andrew," she said. 

"And for you. I need you just as much as you need me." 

She clutched him. She adored him. 

"You are really my father." 

"I want to be. I want to find a way to do it legally. I want to take you 
back east with me and adopt you." 

"There's no way. My family won't allow it and you would get into trouble." 

"No. I could swing that. Trust me." 

Lilly was frightened by the thought, but, she liked it and she wanted it. 

"Somehow we can have what we want," Andrew told her. "Incidentally, I have a 
message for you. A young man came to the store. He had recognized your 
picture. He said knew you when you looked like that. He seemed sincere so I 
told him more than I probably should have, but, he sent you a note." 

Andrew reached into his jacket and handed her a crumpled note. 

"I am still thinking of you. Please know that." It was signed, "Doctor Bob 
Graves." 

"Andrew," she said, "when can we leave here?" 

They spent two more days in San Francisco arranging their thoughts and their 
plans. Paul was called and told to arrange a hotel room in New York. He was 
also told to find Bob Graves and to take the room in his name. 

"Bob will help," Lilly said. "Why else would he bother writing?" 

They flew first to Chicago so that they could test the climate surrounding 
the case in the middle west. The newspapers were still full of it, but, not 
to any threatening level. 

"I wish this were over," she said. 

"It will be soon." 

"Really?" 

"Lilly, you will be free. But, remember, it's another year and a half at 
least before you can consider marrying your young doctor." 

"How did you know that I wanted to marry him?" 

"That's why you chose his name, isn't it?" 

"Yes." 

They flew to Newark as a ploy. 

"Newark? Do you mean that after Chicago, Vegas, L.A. and San Francisco, I 
have to put up in a burg like Newark?" 

"It will give us time." 

Andrew drove into New York and met with Bob Graves. He had been contacted by 
Paul and readily agreed to. help. They chose a small apartment for her, a 
cheapie, in the theatre district near where she and Bob had met. 

"Is she all right?" Bob asked. 

"She's fine. Her hair is a different color. Otherwise, she's fine." 

"I want so much to see her." 

"She wants to see you." 

"I don't believe," Bob said "that I'm in love with a girl who isn't even 
fifteen." 

"She has done a lot on living in fourteen and a half years. More than most 
people do." Bob blushed. "She's done more loving, too." 

"Will that bother you?" 

"No." 

"Are you sure?" asked Andrew. 

"I came to find her, didn't I?" 

"Yes." 

The two men dined together, then went back to the apartment and cleaned it 
up. It was after midnight when Andrew left to return to Newark. 

"Everything all right?" Lilly asked when she saw him. 

"Everything's just fine. Now, we will hold you up in New York for a while, 
at least while I find out how to go about what I want to do. We have no way 
of knowing how long that may take." 

"Andrew, if you and Bob are involved in it, I don't care how long it takes I 
just don't want to be alone. When Jim died, I didn't know where to turn. It 
all got to me, Papa Andrew. It all got to me." 

He held her in his arms and cradled her as he had his own daughter until she 
was asleep. 

Two days later he rented a car and drove Lilly into New York. She cringed 
slightly when she saw the old neighborhood, the first place she had known in 
New York, but, she was happy when she saw the bell that said R. Graves. 

Andrew gave her the key and left her. 

"I cannot see you while you are in New York. Bob will be your contact, but, 
his hours are rough." 

"Can I go out?" 

"Yes, but wear hats and jeans. Cover yourself as much as you can." 

She let herself into the apartment. It was small, but, charming, and she was 
happy to be there. 

I think I will make it. I'll be all right. 

At nine o'clock she was still alone and shaky. She hated being alone. 

The television was working, but, she was not thrilled with any show. She was 
tense. At twelve twenty the door opened. She looked up and saw the young man 
with the medical suit. 

"Bob." 

She ran into his arms and he held her and she knew she was safe. 

"Help me, Bob. Help me make it through the night." 

They clung to each other. They undressed. They made love for the first time 
since that first night so many months ago. 

"I love you, Lilly. I've loved you all along. Do you love me?" 

This time it was easy. 

"Yes, Bob. I love you." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"How are you doing?" Bob's voice asked her on the telephone. 

"I get along. I watch the TV in the afternoon. I talk to God, dial a 
prayer." 

"Good." 

"I miss you when you aren't here. I never thought we'd meet again this way. 
I'm not afraid." 

"You needn't be. This will all work out. Wait and see." 

"See you later?" Lilly asked. 

"Of course. You are so nice to come home to," he told her. 

"That's because you are so easy to love," she countered. "I think of all the 
things you are when I'm by myself, alone, and the raindrops keep falling 
over head." 

It had rained all week and she was weary of counting the drops as they 
slapped against the window pane. Nonetheless, she dared not go out more than 
she absolutely had to. She had gone out only once in three days and that was 
to buy Tampax, She stared out of the window and watched the people. She saw 
children hardly older, if older, than she coming home from school to totally 
uncomplicated lives and she envied them. 

But, she knew that her life could never again be totally uncomplicated, and 
she knew that she didn't care as long as she got where she was going. 

Speaking aloud in the silent apartment, she said, "this is my life, and I 
don't give a damn. I want to live it." 

She sprawled across her bed and spread her legs wide apart. This was the bed 
on which Bob had been fucking her. This was special. She thought of him and 
instantly the fuck sauce was trickling out of her sopping cunt and onto the 
sheet. 

Lilly ran her hands over her cunt. She tickled the hairs that sprang from 
around her twat and she dove a finger deep inside. 

"Bob," she moaned. 

Lilly reached into a drawer and drew out an eight inch vibrator. She dipped 
it into some vaseline, smeared the goo along the plastic tip, and plunged 
the hard fake cock into her humping hole. She turned the top of the machine 
and it began to move inside of her. 

"Bob. Fuck me, Bob." 

The vibrator soared inside of her and tickled and tingled her insides. It 
massaged her cunt lining as it teased it. It reached against the clit and 
teased that, too, and she was coming. Lilly bounded up off of the bed, 
jolting, bouncing, screaming Bob's name. 

Then it happened. 

Lilly reached down to turn off the vibrator and to remove it from her cunt, 
but, she pushed on it instead and the machine, still turned on, slid into 
her so that she could not reach it. 

"Jesus Christ," she said aloud. "Oh, Jesus Christ." 

She tried to dig her fingers into her cunt, but, that only seemed to push 
the fake fuck stick in further. She stood in front of a mirror to see it, 
but could not manage the awkward position which she needed. She got onto the 
bed on all fours and tried jumping to slip it out, but, it was wedged deeply 
inside her twat and not a thing that she did seemed able to jolt it free. 

And it was still turned on! 

Lilly could feel the vibrator moving slowly against the innards of her body. 
It was a strange sensation, like a cock in full orbit, but, somehow, freed 
of a body and left to roam its pastures alone. She knew that she could not 
go to a hospital for treatment, and she knew that Bob was in surgery. All 
that she could do was to lie still and wait and hope that the machine which 
was beginning to excite her terribly would cause no actual damage. 

Hours went by and die lay there. She watched the rain end and turn to a 
rainbow, and she watched that give way to night. And the fucker was still 
tingling inside of her. 

Won't the batteries ever go out, she wondered. Won't it ever turn off. 

But, it was sensational. 

An internal whirlpool. And she was exhausted from orgasm after orgasm as the 
pecker poker probed almost up to her pancreas. 

The door opened and Bob entered. He got scared when he saw her lying there, 
naked her legs apart, looking frazzled, and shaking involuntarily. 

"What is it?" he said as he ran to her. 

"My vibrator is stuck in me." 

He probed his fingers into her cunt and she came furiously. 

"Try not to come if you want me to get it out. How long has this been in 
you?" 

"Seven hours." 

Bob blanched. 

"Does it hurt?" he asked. 

"No. It's great, except that I was afraid to move. I think I've come 
twenty-three times." Bob went quickly to work and within minutes the 
intruder was out and she was in his arms uninjured. 

"It's lucky that it didn't tear anything," he said to her. 

"But what a way to get injured." 

They sat down and ate the Chinese food which he brought home, then retired 
to fuck. 

It was very strange to feel a live cock inside of her after the escapade 
with the vibrator. It had been hard and cold. Bob was hard and hot, hard and 
supple, hard and wonderful, even if he was not battery run. 

His cock moved inside of her with soft, forceful strokes, massaging the 
violated area, repairing it with Noxzema. What a way to get a therapeutic 
massage! 

"I love being with you," he whispered, his cock sliding in and out of her 
slippery, hot, juicing cunt. 

"Fuck only me always," she said. 

"I want to." 

"Fuck me." 

Her legs tightened around him and she came. He jolted strongly in her 
clutches and shot a river of red hot come into her honey pot. 

"Was that better than the vibrator?" he asked. 

"Oh, was it ever? Bob, hold me tight." They slept in each other's arms. As 
she fell asleep she could still feel the after effects of the vibrator. She 
could still feel it shivering and quivering inside of her. She wondered for 
how many days that feeling would continue. 

On the following day she ventured out of the apartment to buy some food. She 
was approached by a policeman and she shook. "Hey, you," he called. 

"Yes," she replied. 

"I want to talk to you." 

She waited wondering whether or not the end had come. 

"Yes?" she asked. 

"Wanna fuck?" 

"I beg your pardon?" 

The policeman was young and handsome. 

"I asked if you want to fuck." 

Lilly told him, "I'm married." 

"But, do you want to fuck?" 

"No," she said coldly. 

"If you don't I'm gonna say you tried to pick me up." 

Lilly knew that she could not risk any kind of publicity. She could 
certainly not risk an arrest, even if for a trumped up charge. 

"Where do we go," she asked. 

"My place." 

The policeman lived in an apartment only two blocks from her own and she 
followed him there with trepidation. At least he was handsome and clean. 
But, she did not want to ball him. 

"You're gonna like this," he said as he stripped out of his clothes and 
revealed a great body and an easy ten inch cock. 

"I doubt it." 

"You're gonna do it anyway and you're gonna stop being a wise-ass." 

Lilly looked at him coldly and she became the hooker again. 

"Shut up and let's fuck." 

She undressed and got into bed. 

Although she did not want to sleep with him, she could not help but be 
turned on by the perfection of his body and when she felt his massive member 
dart into her tingling twat she thought she would explode. 

"Fuck me, Copper," she said. "Fuck me good." 

He plowed his tool into her snatch and drove it home with a vengeance. 

"Take it, Baby, the way you were meant to. You're a woman and your were 
meant to take cock. Take it. Take my cock." 

"Fuck me." 

Her legs were tight around him and her fingers were digging into his back. 
This was not love, she knew. This was pure, unadulterated lust, and she was 
his total slave. She loved it. She wanted it. 

"Come on, Copper. Give it some gusto. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me, Copper." 

He worked on, pulling his cock all the way out of her steaming seam and then 
shoving it all the way back in with wild know how. He rushed on and on and 
on, in and out, all the way in and all the way out, more, more, more, more, 
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, more, fuck, more, fuck, more, 
fuck, fuck, fuck. 

"Jesus!" she screamed. "Fuck me." 

"I'm going to shoot! I'm shooting." 

Her willing body rose high off of the bed and crashed into him as she 
accepted his sperm deposit into her bank. 

"You're a good lay, Babe," he said as he slipped into his uniform. 

"You're not bad, yourself." 

They walked out of the building together and she went home and compared her 
thoughts about Bob and the policeman. Bob was gentle and kind, but the cop 
sure had the nightstick over any other man she had ever met. 

The telephone rang. 

"Hi," Bob said. 

"Hello young lover," she told him. 

"What are you up to?" 

"I've just been doing some of my favorite things." 

"No vibrator stuck today?" 

"That was yesterday, so let it be." 

"I'll be home a little early." 

"If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake. But, home is where the 
heart is, so come back to me." 

"After I met you and lost you," Bob said softly, "I kept asking myself what 
did I have that I don't have? I thought of a lot of things, but, they were 
you. They were you." 

"That's amore, Bob." 

She hung up and prepared dinner for her lover. The policeman was a good 
casual fuck, but, Bob was steady and she loved him. 

When he came home they embraced and kissed and fucked. Then he drank her 
cunt sauce, licking it from her thighs. They ate dinner in comparative 
silence. 

"Do you want to go to a movie?" he asked. "Can we?" 

"Let's risk it." 

They fucked again, dressed, and went to see "Billy Jack" at the New 
Amsterdam Theatre on West 42nd Street. 

They ate popcorn and necked and watched the movie. Midway through it Lilly 
dropped to her knees and sucked Bob's cock in the dark. He shot his gism 
down her throat and then bought her a coke. 

"Thanks," she said, sipping it and having more pop com. 

"My pleasure." 

When the movie was over they walked home in the night, walking up Ninth 
Avenue because it was more quiet than Eighth. They were nearing their comer 
when a group of seven Puerto Rican youths appeared out of a doorway and 
dragged them up the stairs into a tenement apartment. 

The youths stripped their two prisoners and tied Bob naked to a chair. Then 
they lined up, themselves naked, and approached Tilly She was tied to the 
bed, unable to move, a gag in her mouth so that she could not scream. 

It took only one look to see that the youths had cocks which ranged from a 
comfortable eight inches to one that must have been fourteen. 

The biggest one went first, dry fucking her savagely while the others looked 
on. Her head spun with excitement as the incredible fuck stick tore her 
insides. This was misery, but, it was joy. 

The thirteen incher went next, and down the line, until they were down to 
the smallest cock there. It was comfortable to feel eight inches going into 
her tunnel after she had taken six massive doses. 

She was almost delirious with the excitement of the gang bang. This was a 
new scene for her and she liked new scenes. 

Even Bob, horrified at being unable to help her, found his own cock rising 
as he watched her being fucked and re-fucked by the sexy attackers. 

The attacking throng saw that Bob was erect, his cock rock hard at 
attention. Without a word, they untied him and led him to Lilly. They helped 
him to mount her, and they positioned the tired man so that his throbbing 
rod slid into her abused crevice. Then they tied the two together so that 
there was no means of escape. 

The seven men removed Bob's gag for long enough to learn his address. Then 
they packed his and Lilly's clothes and carried the two, naked and bound 
together in fucking, down the stairs and around the comer to their building. 
They took them in and left them tied, their possessions packed and next to 
them, in the hall outside of their door. 

For Lilly and Bob this was a strange event. They were naked and fucking in 
the hall, certain to be embarrassed by the passing of any neighbor. Yet, 
they were lucky not to have been robbed or beaten, and they were enjoying a 
fabulous, slow fuck. With no freedom for motion, they were constantly joined 
and pulsating together, their pulses functioning as one. 

So they remained for three hours, nobody aware that they were in the hall. 
At six in the morning they heard a door open above them and they heard 
footsteps on the stairs. Turning their heads slightly they say Hildegarde 
Hapgood, their upstairs neighbor, a kindergarten teacher who wore horn 
-rimmed glasses and a bun. 

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Graves," she said. "Let me take the gags out of 
your mouths." 

When they were able to speak Bob said, "could you untie us? I have to dress 
for work." 

Hildegarde cut their ropes with a pen knife and smiled at them as they rose, 
naked and spent. 

"How nice to see you this early. I seldom meet neighbors when I leave in the 
morning. How did you tie yourselves up like that?" 

"We didn't," Lilly said, not quite believing the stupidity of the woman. "We 
were attacked." 

"Whomever attacked you," the spinster said, "must have liked you a lot. I 
would just love to have one mad sexual experience. You don't suppose that we 
could go for a quick three way right now. I have an hour free before I 
absolutely have to leave for school." 

"I haven't time," Bob said. 

But, her hand was on his cock and it was rising. 

"All right," Lilly said. 

The three people walked into the apartment. Hildegarde got undressed 
immediately and the other two were surprised to see that she had quite a 
good body. Lilly sank behind her and began to rim her ass and Bob took the 
front and darted his tongue into her crackling cunt. 

"There's nothing like a good menage in the early, pearly part of the day," 
she said. 

Then she was panting like crazy and Bob was rising and drilling his cock 
into her. His tongue was down her throat, and she was clutching him. Lilly 
got her faithful vibrator and drove it into Hildegarde's ass hole. Then she 
mounted a chair and got into a crazy position so that Bob could eat her cunt 
while Hildegarde, getting rammed from both ends herself, ate her ass. 

The three people eased onto the floor and continued the group action, all 
the three of them panting, sweating, dripping sex juices, and clinging to 
each other in wild, driven frenzy. 

"Fuck me harder," Hildegarde Hapgood screamed at the top of her lungs. 

"Eat my ass, Hildy," Lilly yelled. 

The three plowed onward for an hour, then came together in triple harmony, 
like three massive bolts of lightning crashing into the same tree. 

Hildegarde dressed. 

"Thank you for a lovely morning. Now I must run off and teach my little 
dears." 

They locked the door after her and they were alone. 

Bob phoned the hospital to arrange a change of shifts, the ordeal of the 
previous night finally beginning to catch up with him. 

Then, Bob and Lilly took a shower together, fucking once in the sudsy world 
of pelting water. 

They were both sore from too much activity, but, when they were together 
they both lost control. 

"Fuck me again," Lilly begged. 

Bob did. 

They fucked six times between seven and ten o'clock when Bob finally dressed 
to go to work. 

"You rest, Lilly," he said as he closed the door. 

Lilly fell into a deep sleep in which she dreamt of Jim Mahoney and his 
great brand of fucking. 

They were alone in her room in L.A. and he was on top of her and shooting 
his warm load into her hot, hot cunt. 

Jim was touching her boobs. He was kissing her boobs. He was pinching her 
boobs. He was biting her boobs. Her boobs had never felt so alive. 

Then she was dreaming of Bret and Bart and they were fucking her, too, from 
both ends, and they, too, were playing with her boobs, each taking one boob, 
each stimulating one boob, each tormenting one boob, each slapping one boob, 
each biting one boob. 

She was on some weird boob trip. 

Then the dream was about Bob, her Bob. Bobby Baby, and he, too, was playing 
with her round boobs, kissing her boobs, slapping her boobs softly, nibbling 
her boobs, tickling her boobs. 

Her boobs were getting a lot of attention in her dream. 

She woke up. Her nipples were firm. She began to massage her boobs with 
Noxzema. She caressed her own boobs for two hours, softly touching them. Her 
boobs were becoming her passion. She took a feather and tickled her own 
boobs. She lit a candle and trickled wax on her own boobs. She drew each 
boob as far up as she could so that she could, struggling, kiss the nipple 
on each boob. 

Then she reached for the vibrator, this time careful not to drop it in, and 
she fucked herself, holding the machine with one hand while she played with 
her oily boobs with the other. 

Lilly had never known that she could find such utter satisfaction through 
her boobs. 

Only Bob could make her happier than playing with her boobs. 

Only Bob could please her more than the fake fucker could at this moment. 

But, Bob was at the hospital, probably healing the wounds on some other 
broad's boobs, so she was left to fondle her own. 

"Boobs," she said aloud. "Boobs. Suck my booming boobs." 

She came, but she always came. Then she fell asleep. 

She was dreaming about a man she had never met. He was funny looking and he 
had a British accent and frizzy red hair on his head and on his face. His 
body was shapeless, but his cock was a marvel. It looked, in his pants, as 
though it were a large, square tape container. 

Stripped, it unrolled to a long, thin, funny looking seventeen inches. 

My God, she thought in a semi-awake state, it would be like getting fucked 
by a tape measure. 

The funny looking man was talking to her. 

"I'd rather be in your cunt," he said in his English tones, "than up the ass 
of a female baboon." 

She laughed herself awake. 

My mind must be slipping, she thought. My mind must really be slipping. 
There could never be a person as ludicrous as that. Well, maybe, but, if he 
exists, he must write text books or something like that. He couldn't have a 
reputable life. That much is for sure. 

Bob called to check on her. That made her happy. 

"I love you," she told him. "You are my favorite doctor in the world, and I 
will love you through winter, summer and smoke." 

"I'll be loving you always," he said. "You know that. Without you, I'm 
nothing. Without you, I'm no one." 

"I'll be there as long as you need me," she promised. 

"I, too. You need me and I need to be needed. If you go, there is nothing 
for me. Who can I turn to when nobody needs me? 

You're all there is. There isn't any more." 

Lilly was happy after the conversation. He was the apple of her eye, the 
sunshine of her life. He loves me, she thought, and to my amazement, I love 
it. 

She tried to get the apartment into shape and she hung up all of the clothes 
that were left in the shopping bag, the clothes they had been stripped of 
last night. 

Funny, she thought, that those guys didn't rob us. They obviously wanted to 
show us a good time, good old New York hospitality at its best. Come to 
think of it, they were pretty damned good. 

She prepared a casual dinner for the man of the house, making a salad that 
she knew he would like and that would keep until he came home. Then she went 
back to bed and thought about Bob and played with her boobs some more until 
she was hot and bothered again and the old vibrator was again called into 
service. 

She had never felt so horny and sensuous in her life. She had never craved 
sex so violently and vehemently. She decided that this was because of her 
fear of being discovered. She was certain that it would pass, that she would 
be all right. She just felt that if things went awry the next day, she did 
not want to have missed anything. She did not want to have let the parade 
pass her by. The world was full of wonderful things and she wanted them all. 
Nobody was going to rain on her parade. Maybe this time she would be lucky 
and get to where she was going. Everybody, she told herself, loved a lover, 
and everybody loved a winner. Lilly was determined to be both. 

Bob, she thought, I love you, and someday I will make you really happy and 
give you all the wonderful things you deserve. 

The vibrator was drilling into her cunt and she was massaging the boobs and 
she was really fine and dandy. 

"Fuck me, Bob," she called to the air, and she jolted her way to orgasm, 
riding the bed away from the wall and half way across the room. 

Lilly felt that she was lucky. 

The news on television indicated that the case was waning, that everyone, 
including apparently her family, was losing interest in her. She did not 
really care about that one way or the other. All she wanted was to be safe 
in Papa Andrew's house and in Bob's arms. Andrew called to check on her and 
told her that her estimation seemed correct, that the questioning period in 
Lahaska seemed to have come to an end. 

"They seem to be giving up any hope of finding you. I'm still unsure of what 
I have to do to adopt you, though. But, if all goes well, we just won't have 
to worry too much about that. It would be great if Lilly could soon just go 
back to Lahaska and live there undaunted. 

"Papa Andrew, do you think I will ever get back there. Will I ever come home 
to you?" 

"Of course." 

Lilly was crying softly. 

"I want to. I want to be at home with you. And with Bob. It would be better 
for him, too if I weren't here, if he could come to visit me on his days 
off. This is too dangerous for him." 

"It will all work out, Lilly. You will see. Trust me." 

"I always do. You know that." 

Andrew was crying, too. Lilly had become his daughter and he was always 
afraid that with one false move he would lose her forever to those dreadful 
people whom he had never met. 

"I'll think about you tonight," she said. 

"I think about you all the time," he answered. "You're my little girl. Be 
careful, okay?" 

"I promise." 

They hung up and she thought about all that he had done for her. She 
wondered how her mother would feel if she could see what had become of her. 

"Mamma," she whispered, "why did you die? If you had lived the shit man 
could have kept fucking you and everything would, have been cool." 

She cried silently, waiting for Bob's key to turn in the lock. 

When Bob got home, he knew that she was upset and unhappy. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

"Nothing. Everything. I can't find the words. Bob knew how to solve the 
problem. He fucked her. And when they were finished once, he fucked her 
again. 

"I love you," he said. 

"I love you, too." 

"Let's keep it that way." 

"We will." 

Bob smiled. 

"Why did you fall in love with me?" she asked. 

"Because you didn't laugh at me when I cried." 

"I could never laugh at a person for crying." 

"I know. That's why I love you." 

Lilly moved closer to him, tighter in his arms. 

"How many girls did you fuck before you met me?" 

"Approximately twenty-two and a half." 

"What's the and a half?" 

"I got in, but, went soft." 

"Poor fellow. That never happens when you're with me." 

Bob held her tightly. 

"Nor will it." 

"Let's fuck again." 

The two people made great love, climbing each other, clutching each other, 
clasping each other. They made love in their own special way. 

"Shoot into me." 

"I do always." 

And he did. 

They were like cymbals crashing in the silent night, breaking the quiet with 
their incredible, indescribable passion. 

"Fuck me more." 

"We just did it twice." 

"Then eat me." 

Bob moved down the bed and gratified Lilly with his agile tongue, wetting 
and warning her cunt lining with his slippery spittle. 

"Eat me, Bobby, eat me good." 

And he did. 

When he finished eating her, when she had come boisterously, he was hard and 
ready, and she oralized him to the very best of her ability. 

"This has been some day," he whispered as she drank his scum. 

"It has been a long one in every sense of the word," she said. 

The night stole away and the lovers clung to one another observing the full 
moon through their window. 

They breathed together. 

They moved together. 

They were one entity. 

"I love you," Bob said for the thousandth time. 

"I love you more." 

He laughed. "I love you more." 

"Me." 

"Me." 

Lilly poked his chest. 

"I love you more than I could love all of the puppies in the A.S.P.C.A. And 
I could love a lot of puppies." 

"I love pussies more." 

"Only mine." 

"Only yours." 

They had breakfast, a simple meal, eggs on toast and coffee with souring 
milk and tomato juice from the A & P. They were a pair. 

"How do you want to spend my day off?" he asked her. 

"Out of the apartment." 

She dressed with a hat and glasses so that she could not be recognized and 
they went to the Central Park Zoo where they saw and fed the animals. They 
took a long romantic walk around the lake and made passionate love in a 
small enclave which she found and where he got poison ivy. 

"It's nothing that some medication can't cure," he said, and when they got 
home he sprayed some shit on the itch and said that it would heal. 

"But, no touch until I'm all right. And no doctoring." 

"Do you mean that you will sit at home with me and that I won't be able to 
touch you?" 

"Yeah." 

"Then you better get me a blindfold, because if I see you I want you and 
when I want you I want to touch you and I don't want to get poison ivy so 
that won't work." 

"I defy you to repeat that sentence." 

"I won't try." 

If they couldn't make love physically they could with their eyes, and they 
did. In some ways the intimacy of it made their love making even more 
special. They knew each other so well that they could talk without words. 
They could have whole conversations without ever opening their mouths. 

Their eyes said, "I love you." At the end of, several days Bob returned to 
work. When he came home after the first day back on the job he was horny. 

"We have waited," he said. 

She was in his arms in a flash and they were on top of each other, devouring 
the other with kisses and passion. 

He fucked her more forcefully than he ever had before and she loved it. She 
loved the feeling that he was finally making her belong to him, and she 
wanted to belong to him. 

"Fuck me more." 

He fucked her more. 

"Fuck me harder." 

He fucked her harder. 

"Fuck that cock into me like a bullet." 

He did. 

"Just always love me," she said. 

"I always will." 

They fucked on. They fucked more. They fucked harder. They fucked. 

"This is heaven," he said. 

"Yes." 

"I think about you all day when I'm at the hospital. I really do. I cannot 
get you out of my mind for a minute." 

"Don't you dare." 

They fucked some more. 

"Fuck me like this forever." 

"I intend to." 

They fucked. They fucked. They fucked. 

Bob was shooting a stream of gism into her willing, wanting cunt. She was 
bolting against him, crashing in frenzy. 

They collapsed. 

"I love you most on Thursdays," she said. "Why?" 

"Because we met on a Thursday." 

Bob kissed her. 

"Then let every day be Thursday. Okay?" 

"That's fine with me." 

He fucked her once more and they fell asleep. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Lilly turned on the television. She watched a series of old comedy shows, 
then caught a special news broadcast which said, picture and all, that the 
police were closing in on her, they knew where she was, they were on her 
tail. 

She immediately called Andrew. 

"What do I do?" she asked in a frenzied panic. 

Andrew thought for a long moment before he spoke. Then he tried to be calm. 

"They may or may not really be on your tail. They may just be saying that in 
order to scare you into the open." 

"But, what do I do? Can I take that risk?" 

"No. You have to get out. Pack one small bag and grab a train into Newark. 
Take a cab to Pete's Dockhouse. It's a restaurant about seven blocks from 
the station. I will be there. Leave a note for Bob, but, don't sign it." 

And so, Lilly was back in motion. She said goodbye to the apartment that she 
had come to love and wrote a note. She sealed the envelope with tears. She 
closed the door, locked it behind her, and walked to Penn Station. 

Why do I always have to be running? She was thinking silently. When will 
this bull shit stop. When will I be at rest? Why? 

The ticket vender sold her a one way ticket to Newark and she waited in the 
waiting room until it was time to go to the assigned gate. While she was 
waiting she noticed that she was being observed by a young man in jeans, his 
blond hair and moustache looking at her from across the room. 

Could he be a cop? No. He's a hustler of the first order. 

She found herself moving closer to the young man. He saw her and smiled as 
she came toward him. She wondered where he was going. 

"I'm Buddy," he said. 

"I'm Lilly. I'm going to Newark? You?" 

"I'm staying here," he said, "unless you want company. I'd be happy to go 
along for the ride." 

"I'm meeting my father. But, I would like company if you want to join me. 
Can you afford a ticket?" 

The young man got red with anger. "I let people buy my cock, but, nobody 
buys me train tickets. If you want a friend then I'm willing to be one 
that's on the house." 

She liked his gruff exterior and she did want a friend. She knew that if she 
were being watched it would be safer not to be alone. 

"I want a friend." 

Buddy bought a ticket and rejoined her. They went to the train together, 
boarded together, and sat together. They began to talk and the conversation 
came easily. Buddy was a man of the streets and Lilly was a woman of the 
streets. They understood each other, and they were able to help. 

"You're the girl they're looking for, aren't you?" he asked. "Don't try to 
tell me you're not. I recognized you the minute I saw you. Don't be afraid. 
I'm not going to turn you in. I understand why you're running. I ran away 
myself, three years ago, but, nobody looked for me. Do you have a contact in 
Newark?" 

"Yes. My friend will meet me with some money. I don't know yet whether I 
want to stay there or not." 

"Newark won't do you any good. You have to go somewhere else. It would be 
best if you could get across the border into Canada." 

Lilly looked at the young man. He made good sense. If she were out of the 
country it would be infinitely harder to drag her back, even if they did 
find her. 

"Can you help me?" 

"Why not? We could pool it. I'm drained in New York anyway." 

Buddy was with her when they met Andrew. He knew the restaurant and so he 
took her there without a cab. They had a beer and they talked about the 
Canada idea. 

"Much as I hate to admit it, it's sensible," Andrew said. "I don't like to 
be that far away from you, but, it's the only way right now. I brought you 
some money, cash, two thousand dollars. That should get you started. Bob 
will get the rest of your money to me. I will somehow get it to you. 
Although, it may have to be in some kind of package. They're onto me, too. 
Go to Toronto. Look up a Mrs. Regina Dulles. She is my sister. She will put 
you both up." Then he rose from the table and kissed Lilly. He shook Buddy's 
hand. 

"Take good care of my daughter." 

Buddy and Lilly took a train to Boston and changed there for a northbound 
express which went to Buffalo. 

"Why do we have to stop here?" she asked. 

"Overnight. I have a friend here. He can rig papers to get us across under 
totally new names. He'll also put us up for the night. He will drive us into 
Canada. We may not even need papers." 

"Is there anything you can't do?" she asked. 

"Of course not." 

Lilly liked Buddy. She didn't see him as a love interest although she knew 
that they would ultimately go to bed. She could not, after all, travel with 
a man, live with a man, and not fuck with him. Besides, he was sexy as hell. 

"We'll be all right, Lilly. Rest easy." 

Just leaning on his strong, manly shoulder, she knew that he was right, that 
they would indeed be all right. 

In Buffalo they met a man named Fred Small, a big man, married with two 
children, who ran a side line of smuggling people across the border. 

"This will be simple," he said. "We'll all ride in my car tomorrow at noon. 
I have a friend on duty at that time. I will drive you all the way to 
Toronto. It will cost you five hundred." 

Lilly gave him the money in advance. He gave Lilly and Buddy dinner, and a 
damned good one at that. He was a big man and he ate well. His clients did, 
too. After dinner he saw them to a room in his converted attic. 

"I didn't think you would mind sharing a room," he said. "After all, you are 
traveling together." 

"It's fine," Lilly said, feeling the butterflies of desire beginning to chum 
in her stomach and cunt. 

When they were alone, Buddy kissed her. She knew from the strength of his 
kiss that he had wanted to kiss her all day and that he had wanted to fuck 
her, too. She wondered whether or not he knew that she wanted him with equal 
fervor and zest. 

"You are a foxy chick," he said, resting his naked body next to hers, "and I 
mean to give you a fucking good humping." 

She clung to him and dug her fingers into his cock, smiling when he pulled 
her off and reached for a cock ring. He fitted it onto his cock and she 
watched as he grew and grew within its confines. Then he fucked her. 

Buddy was not a talker, but, he was a fucker, and he riveted her to the bed 
under the very force of his man prong which he rammed into her cunt with a 
certainty which she respected. 

"I've wanted you to fuck me for hours," she said, "so do a fucking good job 
of it, will you?" 

"I will." 

And he did. He fucked the shit out of her, driving his force between her 
legs with vim and vigor, usurping what strength she had left under the 
pressure of his professionally agile body. The cock ring made him stay hard 
and his cock soared back and forth into her as if there were no tomorrow. 
But, they both thought silently, maybe there is no tomorrow. Maybe this is 
it. Maybe this is the last fuck. 

"Fuck me, Buddy. Please, God, fuck me Buddy," she cried. 

"I'll fuck you every day and every night for as long as we're together," he 
said, driving his impressive knocker home once more. "I'll keep your tank 
full, Lilly. I'll fuck you good and proper. I'll fuck you fine." 

He plowed on, the cock ring securing his erection almost indefinitely. She 
was jelly under his plunging strength, and she wanted to be jelly. She 
wanted him to fuck her as she wanted him to be strong for her. She was tired 
of being strong. She wanted to be taken care of. 

When he came he came big, shooting a violent, massive stream of come into 
the depths of her feminine hole. She locked herself to him with desire and 
came right along with him. She was glad that she was the kind of woman who 
could enjoy coming. There was nothing frigid in her make-up. 

She slept with a secure feeling, knowing that Buddy, for some reason, had 
chosen to befriend her and that he would take care of her, protect her, and 
keep the cops away. In the morning she spoke to him very seriously. 

"Why are you helping me?" she asked, hoping for a solid answer. 

"I have nothing else to do. And, like I told you, I ran away, too. I caught 
my old man fucking my girl friend in the living room. He had her down on the 
floor and was flinging his cock in and out of her cunt, and I said, 'fuck 
you, Dad. That cunt belongs to me, not to you.' But, he kept fucking and I 
could see it happen when he shot into her and I ran over to hit him, and the 
bastard shot come in my eye. I left home the next day." 

"I don't blame you. Was your mother alive? Mine was dead." 

"My mother was alive, but she was making it with my kid brother. So when Dad 
got my girl, that didn't leave anyone around for me to fuck with, did it?" 

"I'm here." 

"Listen. I know. And I have every intention of remembering that all the time 
that we are together, because there is nothing I dig more than a hot cunt on 
a girl who has the gumption to use it. Baby, you have the gumption. You are 
the best damned pussy I ever fucked, and I have fucked a lot of pussies." 

"You're not a bad cock, yourself," she said, "but, complimenting each other 
won't get us started. Is Mr. Small giving us breakfast?" 

They ate with their paid host and then loaded into his car to make the drive 
to Toronto. As he had expected, there was no request made at customs for 
birth certificates, and the part drove right through. 

"That wasn't hard, was it?" Small asked. 

He did, as he had promised, drive them all the way to Toronto. Once there, 
he took them to the Dulles house and left them at the door." 

"You are Lilly," Regina said as she walked down the steps to meet them. "And 
you are Buddy. Andrew called and told me when to expect you. Come in. Come 
in." 

The woman looked exactly like Andrew. She had all of the same features and 
was even as tall. The similarities in their visages made Lilly feel safe and 
secure at once. 

Regina ushered them into the house and into the kitchen, a huge 
old-fashioned room which was very much the center of her home. She offered 
them food and drink and they hungrily accepted on both counts. She served 
them happily. Then she sat down with a cup of coffee and spoke to them. "You 
look a lot like my niece, you know. That was the first thing that attracted 
Andrew about you. He loved his girl, and he loves you, Lilly. He would lay 
down and die for you. Do you know that he has rewritten his will so that you 
will receive everything that would have been hers?" 

"I didn't know that." 

"Well, he has: And he has given me very specific instructions on what you 
may and may not do around here. He doesn't want to take the slightest risk 
that anything could go wrong with you." 

"I would have been dead a year ago if not for Papa Andrew," Lilly said. "He 
really saved me. I didn't know where or what to look for. I had no place to 
go." 

"You're a pretty strong girl yourself, you know. Buddy, how did you meet 
Lilly?" 

"I cruised her at Penn Station." 

"I admire people who are straight out in expressing their feelings. Bully 
for you, Buddy. Now, listen. I have only one free room here. I rent rooms, 
you know. So you will be there. If guests ask your name, you are Gretchen 
and Gregory Gritts from Pasadena. Is that clear?" They both agreed. 

"I don't care what you want to call yourselves. And when we are alone I will 
call you Buddy and Lilly, but, at dinner and such, you are Gretchen and 
Gregory. Those are the names that Andrew chose for you. He's always liked 
those names. In fact I think he would have chosen them for any more children 
that he might have had. 

Lilly was tired. She was nervous, too, being in a new city, and listening to 
stories about Andrew's daughter. She wanted to sleep, and she said so, as 
politely, of course, as she could. 

"Oh, run on upstairs. You two have the top floor to yourselves. You go up, 
too, Buddy, and give her a good fuck. It will do you both some good." 

Lilly could not believe that Andrew's sister could talk like that, that she, 
coming from the same background as he, could be so casual and flippant about 
the sex lives of other people. But, she supposed that it was simply intended 
to make her feel more at home. And, besides, it was a damned good idea. She 
rose and took his hand. 

"Let's obey Aunt Regina. She knows what's best for her niece and her 
friend." 

The two young people went upstairs and explored their new diggings. Lilly 
wondered automatically how long she would be able to stay in this room. She 
wondered how long it would be before they caught up with her again. And, as 
she slid Buddy's pants to the floor and knelt before his cock, she wondered 
what Bob was doing without her in New York. 

Lilly slurped away at his more than ample cock, devouring it, taking it as 
far into her mouth as she could, digging her fingers into the smoothness of 
his very round ass cheeks. She lavished her mouth over the shimmering rod 
and drew deep breaths, sucking the cock further and further down her throat. 
She was enjoying this cock, and Buddy was enjoying her work. 

He drew his hips back and forth, plunging the cock into the mouth with 
blissful, forceful strokes. 

"Suck me off, Lilly. Suck my big cock. Suck me off." 

She sucked and slurped, slurped and sucked, making had breathing noises as 
she did so. Soon he was ready to come and she waited on her knees to receive 
his come into the mouth that had just sucked him dry. 

"Now eat me," she said. 

"I never did that," he told her. 

"There's a first time for everything." 

They got into the bed and he went down on her, dipping his tongue shyly into 
her slot. 

But, he liked the taste and he liked the smell. This was a whole new world 
to him and he really moved with it. He nuzzled his head into her snatch and 
made furious jabs with his tongue, darting into the moist, misty crevice, 
touching its innards with his lips and tongue. He reached to the clit and 
tapped it lightly with his tongue. Then he jabbed it. Then he bit it, and 
she screamed and came. 

"I never brought a girl off that way before," he told her. "I was a virgin, 
at least in that way, until I met you." 

"See," Lilly said with a laugh, "I just seem to spend all of my time 
changing lives. Look at what I've managed to do to you." 

Buddy touched her hand. He was gentle for the first time since they met. He 
spoke soothingly and she knew that he was sincere. 

"Whatever else we do, I understand what you feel and I want to help you. You 
are not imposing on me. I have to be someplace, and right now I want to be 
with you. Okay?" 

"Okay," she said, and she was grateful to believe him. 

They went to bed and slept. He watched her, but he made no move to touch 
her. She needed her sleep and he meant to see that she had it. When she 
stirred, he touched her brow lightly so that she would feel his presence. 
When she shook, he covered her more closely with the covers. He did 
understand what it meant to be on the run, and he was not going to let her 
down. 

Three days after her arrival she received an ugly antique urn. It was 
delivered to the house by messenger and Regina brought it upstairs. When 
Lilly opened it she found two things, a package with her savings, and a 
letter from Bob pledging his love. 

Lilly began to feel brighter. With Buddy's friendship and with Bob's love 
she knew that she could not fail. How could anything go wrong? 

The case was very small copy in Toronto, and she felt safe again. No 
pictures of her ever made the papers so she felt free to take a walk and to 
do some shopping. She even went to a movie and to a museum with Buddy and 
she told him a lot about art, things she had learned from Andrew and from 
Rae in Chicago. 

"You know a lot," he said admiringly. 

"Not really. I just know more about these things than you do, so it seems 
like a lot." 

They lunched on her at a little Italian restaurant where she was delighted 
to have spaghetti and white clam sauce, a dish which Andrew made for her. 
Then they walked and explored. Buddy told her more about his life, too. 

"I grew up in the Bronx. I lived in a bad neighborhood, Third Avenue and One 
hundred fifty-fifth Street and I went to De Witt Clinton High School on 
Mosholu Parkway. I got into trouble there. I beat up on one teacher, but, 
the fucker asked for it. He called me a coward and I couldn't take that so I 
beat in his head with a bowling ball. The cops are after me, too." 

"That's why you were anxious to get away." 

"Oh, yeah. I never had a good break. And I'm not a bad guy, honest I'm not. 
I'm not like your guy at home." 

"Yes you are, in some ways. He just has had better advantages. You can 
accomplish a lot. I know you can." 

"I eat pussy good, right?" 

"You eat pussy great," she laughed. "Buddy, I am so glad that we found each 
other. We needed each other just now, you know. That's why it happened. We 
really needed each other and so we found each other." 

Buddy listened to her as though she were spreading the word of God. She was 
the first person who had ever spoken to him like a person, as though he had 
a brain in his head, and he was prepared to help her now, no matter what, 
even if it meant ultimately exposing himself. 

"I owe you far more than you owe me," he told her. 

"I'd say we're about even. I really would say that, Buddy. I really would." 

They were friends. When they fucked it was great, but they fucked together 
because they couldn't expose themselves to anyone else. 

But, still, their sex was fun, and they had to make the most of it. At 
least, they both knew, they were not doing it with unpleasant people just to 
get their rocks off. They were getting their rocks off with good vibes. 

Andrew flew up to see Lilly and they sat with Buddy in the kitchen and they 
talked at great length. He had new plans. 

"I want you to go to Quebec City. You can hide out in the old city. It's 
villagy and it will be a good setting for two young people, free thinkers. 
You will not be noticed there. Tenants here are beginning to ask about you, 
and that is no good. So, pack your things and leave in the morning. I will 
drive you there myself. I got false papers from your friend in Buffalo and I 
rented a car with them. Sleep well." 

The drive to Quebec City was fun. They stopped at several tourist spots 
along the way and they had several good deals. Lilly was happy to be 
enjoying at least a little time with Papa Andrew. Buddy was happy, too, 
because Andrew, like Lilly, treated him with respect. 

By the time they arrived in Quebec City he had made a solid friend. 

"I'll see what I can work out in New York. I have friends who could try to 
reach the teacher and get you off the hook. Let's see what I can do." 

"I would really appreciate that," Buddy said. "Really, I would." 

Andrew set the kids up in a small loft apartment in a very old building that 
was inhabited only by one other group, a bunch of radical kids into 
Scientology. They left Buddy and Lilly alone. They were wrapped up in their 
own thing. 

Perhaps, Lilly allowed herself to think, things are beginning to get right. 
Maybe this will be the last stop in the race. Maybe my father will just die 
and the whole affair will fizzle away with him. Maybe. Maybe. 

They dined in a small coffee house that catered to the youth trade and they 
relaxed, this was going to be their home for a while and Lilly did not find 
it depressing at all. In fact, she liked the idea. Next to Lahaska which 
took first place in her mind, this was the best she'd seen and this was the 
place where she. felt moderately at home." 

"Happy here?"-she asked Buddy. 

"For the moment. We'll have to see how tomorrow works out, though." 

"I have a feeling that tomorrow will be all right. I really do, Buddy. I 
really do. When Papa Andrew really takes charge things begin to work out. We 
just have to count on that." They spent their first night in town walking 
the curving, dark old streets, familiarizing themselves with the new 
neighborhood, and being very pleased with the whole thing. 

"You're right," he said, "the vibes are good for us here." 

"Things will start to work out here. I just know they will. Why don't we go 
home and start things off with a bang?" 

They went back to their new loft and they did start things with a bang, 
literally. They fucked themselves into oblivion, grinding away at one 
another all night and half of the next day. 

"I guess we have both built up a lot of excess energy," Buddy said. 

"Fuck me again." 

He ate her cunt with delight. That was like a new hobby to him now, a new 
toy that he craved and had to have, and when he ate her she soared past any 
and all past responses. His tongue was long, sharp, virile, and she loved it 
in her twat. 

"Eat me more," she would say, and before she could finish the sentence his 
mouth was in her snatch and she was getting sucked. 

One week turned to two, then three. They were in Quebec City when she 
celebrated her first anniversary of freedom and her fifteenth birthday. 
Buddy bought her flowers and she smelled them and she cried. No man had ever 
bought her flowers before. This was something new and special. 

"You are wonderful, Buddy. I wish we could find you some great girl to fall 
madly in love with you." 

"I wish you could fall madly in love with me. 

Lilly realized that she could never fall in love with this man whom she 
loved. Her heart was in New York with Bob. 

"I'm sorry, Buddy." 

"Don't be. You always told me the truth. You never let me think that 
anything would come of us. It's cool. Right?" 

"Wrong. I feel as though I've used you." 

"We talked that all out a long, long time ago. We needed each other and we 
still do, and we will always be friends. You know that. I had no business 
falling in love with you, but I did. I can't turn off my feelings like that. 
I can't decide to feel some way and follow through. I'm impulsive." 

"Buddy, don't apologize. It's all right. I understand. I understand 
everything about you. And I do love you like a brother. I have more love for 
you than I ever did for any of my brothers." 

"But, I did to you what they did." 

"You made love to me. They fucked me, violated me. That's a big difference. 
You really are my brother just the way Papa Andrew is my father. I love you 
and I always will." 

"Happy birthday, Lilly. I hope this year brings you all the things that you 
want." 

"The last one brought me some of them. It brought me real family, didn't it? 
You'll see. It will work out for both of us." 

The news from New York was optimistic. It looked as though things could be 
ironed out for Buddy and he would be able to return to New York soon. This 
hit them both very strangely. 

"I don't want to leave you," he told Lilly. "Not after all we've been 
through. If I don't have to run, I can be open. I can help you more. Please 
don't make me leave." 

Lilly burst into tears. She knew that he would have to go home, for his own 
good. She did not want to lose him. No. She loved him as a brother and she 
did not want to lose that wonderful warmth that had grown between them. 

"You must go back, Buddy. I will be back there soon. You must go back." 

"No." 

"Buddy, you can't run around with me. It's pointless. You have a chance to 
go back and start a life. Brothers sisters don't have to be together 
physically to be together emotionally. You know that wherever you are we are 
together, right? But, you must not deprive yourself of the chance to start 
again. Please do as I say." 

Four days later he flew home. 

Lilly was alone again and she hated it. She found the apartment unbearable 
and the streets frightening. She called Andrew. Neither he nor Bob could 
come up. Would Paul do? 

"Yes. Send Paul. Please." 

Paul Riggs arrived two days later, looking as handsome as he had looked the 
year before and she found herself grooving on his body and going to bed with 
him for old time's sake. 

They spent the night in bed, fucking, sucking, slurping, enjoying. Then he 
helped her to pull her emotional problems together. 

"Things are coming together now. They really are. I wouldn't lie to you. In 
just a short time longer you will be able to go back. Wait and see. Wait and 
see." 

With Paul she began to enjoy Quebec City again. They took several days and 
went to Ottawa where they fucked gloriously in a motel overlooking the 
Parliament Building. Lilly Graves was learning slowly to stop running and to 
have fun again. 

"On what day do we go back to Quebec?" Paul asked. 

"Whenever you say." 

They drove-back the next day and settled back into the loft. Paul was able 
to stay on with her and so he did, and they past a month together, living 
like brother and sister by day and lovers at night. 

"Don't explain it to me or to you," Lilly said. "We fuck together because we 
haven't anyone else." 

They were in the middle of breakfast, watching their small portable 
television when a report came across that Morton Muffe had died in 
Poughkeepsie, New York and that the F.B.I. was weighing what to do about the 
search for his daughter. The report said that the two children who were 
under eighteen were made wards of those who were over. Morganna, the missing 
child, aged fifteen, would, if she came home, be placed into some sort of 
custody. 

"What does that mean?" she asked. "What the hell is some sort of custody?" 

"Sit tight." 

They sat, but not for too long. The phone rang within the hour. 

"Lilly." 

"Papa Andrew. What is happening? What are we going to do?" 

"We are flying to New York where you will be made a ward of the court for 
the few days that it will take for me to file the necessary adoption papers. 
You will be able to live with me during that time. Everything will be fine." 
She didn't hear him. She was crying too hard, and so was he. 

Paul took the phone and arranged some details. The following day they drove 
back to Toronto and boarded a plane to New York. 

The flight took an hour, but it seemed forever, and Lilly clutched Paul's 
hand all the way back to the city. When the landing warning went on she 
fastened her seat belt and she watched the city coming into view below. 

The plane landed at Kennedy and she and Paul were the first ones off. She 
was surprised to see cameras and reporters, but they didn't matter. She ran 
sobbing into Andrew's arms, then Bob's then Buddy's. She clung to her people 
as they led her out of the airport, tears streaming down her face. She was 
home with Papa Andrew. Home where she belonged. Her long chase was finally 
over. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Lilly stood in the foyer of Andrew's palatial home, warm and safe, loving 
the glow of the shimmering antique lamps. This was the perfect setting for 
her. This was at last where she belonged. She had come home! 

Andrew joined her by her side and they went to the parlor to meet the press, 
the journalists of the country who had turned out en masse to meet the 
fifteen year old girl who had run around two countries for a year, surviving 
and doing her thing to avoid accepting an intolerable life. 

"How do you feel about your real father?" a reporter asked. 

"Papa Andrew is my real father. That other man is a stranger who raped me," 
she said slowly and distinctly. 

"Don't you miss Poughkeepsie?" 

"No. I never liked it to begin with." 

"What are your plans?" 

"To resume my education, to live here with my father, and, next year, to get 
married to my fiance." 

A reporter, an elderly woman, snarled. "Aren't you too young to think about 
marriage, Miss Jackson?" 

Miss Jackson. She had not been called Miss Jackson yet and she loved the 
sound of it, despite the nastiness in the voice of the reporter. 

"I don't think it's strange when one considers the life that I have led for 
the last year, the jobs I did, the places I've been, and the people I've 
known. I have not led the life considered average for somebody of my age." 

"Are you happy here?" 

"Yes." 

"Would you like to live here permanently?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you going to inherit Mr. Jackson's money when he dies?" 

"I am not expecting Papa to die presently, and I haven't the faintest idea 
about any inheritance." 

Andrew stepped into the conference at this point. 

"May I say that my sister will receive one quarter of my estate and that my 
daughter will receive three quarters. That is pursuant to a new will about 
which Lilly knows nothing." 

"Why do you call yourself Lilly instead of Morganna?" 

"I was an unhappy Morganna. My happiness began when I decided to call myself 
Lilly. If you will excuse me, I would like to go upstairs to rest." 

She did not really want to go upstairs to rest. She wanted to go upstairs to 
fuck. Bob was upstairs and she had not had a moment alone with him since she 
returned to the east coast. She had seen him only at the airport and that 
was it. It had not been thought wise for him to be present in court, and he 
had to concentrate on his work at the hospital. But, now he was upstairs, 
his cock bulging to rigid excitement, anxious as hell to fuck his love 
bunny. 

She entered the room and closed the door, falling immediately into his 
waiting arms. His tongue was down her throat in seconds and they were 
gasping for breath as they clutched frantically, sucking each other's 
mouths. 

"Boy, I never tire of kissing you," she muttered. 

"Let's not just kiss, for God's sake. I'm ready to explode." 

They dropped their clothes into two messy piles on the floor and fell into 
bed, ready as ever to devour the other's body. 

"I missed you," he said. 

"Take me." 

She ran her warm hands over and over his quivering body, massaging some 
places softly, flipping others more strongly, touching his cock as though it 
were The Pieta and she were mending its wounds to make it again perfect. 

"Fuck me, Bob. Fuck me." 

But, he was down between her legs, eating her sweet, juicy cunt with 
passion, making up for the months of separation, the months when he had only 
the memory of her body to make love to. He lapped away like a puppy at a 
bowl of fresh cold water, his darting tongue roving in and out, in and out, 
of her hot twat, teasing her, giving her enormous pleasure and bringing 
about an explosion which shook the chandelier in the room below. 

Then it was her turn to eat him. He was sitting on her face and his cock was 
slamming into her lovely face. Her hands were all over his body, and between 
the music played by her slurping tongue, the precision of its strokes 
kneading the head and shaft of the love stick, and the rhythm created on his 
skin by her roaming hands, he, too, was due for a magnificent crescendo. 

He shot into her for the first time in too long and she drank his come as 
though it were the nectar of the Gods, savoring each drop as it trickled 
down her open throat. 

"Now, let's fuck," she whispered. "Please, let's fuck." 

He was on top of her now, his body pressing against hers, and her legs were 
tight around his waist telling him that they would never be apart again. He 
cock, rigid again, sailed into her port and filled her waiting pier with its 
opulent strength. In and out, in and out, up and down, up and down, up and 
down, like a boat anchored into a bay. "Nobody has ever fucked me like you 
have, Bob. Only you can do this to me. Only you will ever fuck me again. 
Keep it in me. Just keep it in me. Please keep it in me. Fuck me, Bob, fuck 
me good and proper." 

"I am fucking you. You are being fucked. I'm in you like I've never been in 
you before. I am really giving you the old what for and I am going to shoot 
my come up into your snatch and we'll both rock and roll." 

"Shoot into me!" 

"I will." 

He was pounding it to her now, as he never had before, making up for months 
of solitary confinement, giving her the love that he had saved for so long. 

"Are you ready?" he asked. 

"Yes." 

He shot up her cunt, and she felt the hot juice exploding within her silky 
walls. She came, too, but, then, she always did. 

"Fuck me again." 

"In a minute," he said, and he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at 
her. "I love fucking you." 

"I love being fucked by you. Fuck me again." 

"I mean, I really love fucking you." 

"I know. And I really love being fucked by you. Fuck me again." 

The suggestion made his cock rise and he turned to her and inserted the 
golden tool once more, this time going slow and easy, gentle does it, for a 
long, long fuck which went on for an hour. 

"Incredible," she moaned. "In-fucking-credible." 

Her cunt was sore from so much action and so was his cock, but, that did not 
stop them from finishing the fuck and enjoying yet another before they went 
downstairs for dinner. 

Andrew had asked the maid to prepare something special and she had done so, 
venison, asparagus, endive salad, hot cross buns, and a cheese cake for 
dessert. Andrew cracked open a bottle of fine champagne, and the three ate a 
hearty meal. 

"It's so nice to have somebody to eat with," Andrew said. 

"We all feel that way," Bob said. 

"Yes," from Lilly. 

They ate happily, sharing thoughts, regaling one another with their sheer 
love and affection. 

"I am so happy to have a home at last," Lilly said. "I am so very, very 
happy to have a home and a father and a lover at last. No more running and 
hiding, and no more fake names. From here on in it's no hold's barred. I 
love you both very much." 

Lilly drove back to New York with Bob and for the first time since they knew 
each other they were able to walk the streets and go to stores and 
restaurants like normal people, free of fear, free of difficulty. 

The shopped at Sak's and Bloomingdale's and ate at the Russian Tea Room. 
They went to see "The Wiz" and "Equus" and "Absurd Person Singular," and 
they went to three movies including one porno flick. 

"Why do we have to watch them fuck," Lilly asked, "when we can do it much 
better?" 

Bob agreed and so they went back to his apartment, a new place, spanking 
clean and neat on a pretty street in the Village, and they fucked like two 
porno stars for several hours. Then they ate at a wonderful little 
restaurant called Fronde where they had pasta and Swedish pot roast and the 
best chocolate cake that either of them had ever tasted. 

They walked around the Village for hours and Bob bought her a silver 
bracelet and earring set. And, then, as a special surprise, a turquoise ring 
which she put immediately onto her marriage finger This was a far cry from 
Poughkeepsie. 

That night she found it difficult to sleep. She was dreaming about Morton 
and the things that he said in court. Of course it was his abject honesty 
that convinced the judge that she belonged with Andrew in Lahaska. 

Morton, drunker than he had ever been, stuck to some dumb honesty code which 
he undoubtedly felt was becoming a banker. 

"Of course I fucked my daughter, Your Honor," he said. "I fucked her a lot. 
I have a big cock and when it gets hard it needs a place to go, you 
understand. Don't you understand, Your Honor? She was there and my wife was 
dead and I fucked her instead. She was a good little lay, too, and able to 
go along with the rough stuff I like to dish out. People think that bankers 
are willful and quiet. I'm not quiet, Your Honor. I make it rough for a 
cunt. I give her little twat a tweaking that twirls the hair around it. I 
beat the shit out of her and drag her around by her hair, sometimes the hair 
on her head sometimes not. But, I give her a time she can never forget. 

And with Morganna, well, she was such a good little lay that I allowed my 
four boys to fuck her once a week. But, they were always respectful. They 
stood in line at her door and never did any rough housing. They are very 
quiet boys, Your Honor. I raised them right. I swear I did. Anyway, Your 
Honor, you've got to send Morganna back to me, because two of her sisters 
don't live at home any more and the one who does, Medea, is a fucking awful 
lay and I need my little girl's gash to dig my dork into." 

The judge looked at the man, an astonished leer on his face, and everyone in 
the courtroom thought that the robed lawman was going to hit the witness 
with his gavel. 

"If you weren't drunk, Mr. Muffe, I would be tempted to believe every word 
that you said." 

"Believe it, Your Honor," Morton said. "I never lie. Especially when I'm 
sloshed. You see, I always needed a lot of sex. My wife was a decent lay, 
but, nothing special. So I kept her pregnant all the time. It was more fun 
to fuck her when she was pregnant. I guess she kept hoping that the fucking 
would kill the baby. We had so many, you see. But, I fucked away, and when I 
wasn't fucking her I was fucking Maybelle Ann Hossenhaus, a teller at the 
bank. But, Maybelle Ann kicked the bucket a week before my wife did, just 
keeled over in her teller's booth over her cash box. Didn't even live long 
enough to count the cash. I counted it for her after she was cold. Even 
slipped her a quick fuck before they crated her buns out of there." 

"Mr. Muffe," the judge said, "the court has heard quite enough." 

"But, Your Honor, I don't have my wife and I don't have Maybelle and Medea 
is a fucking awful lay, so you've got to sent Morganna back to me. You've 
got to or I may never get my rocks off again, and Your Honor, I've got hot 
rocks right now. I ache Your Honor, from hot rocks." 

The judge looked at Andrew on the opposite end of the room and spoke to him. 

"Mr. Jackson, you realize that you broke the law by harboring this girl?" 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Did you ever have sexual relationships with her?" 

"No, Sir. Lilly was like a daughter to me from the moment we met. I had a 
daughter who died, Sir, and Lilly filled a void in my life. I only wanted 
the best for her and if I erred in the eyes of the law, I'm truly sorry." 

"Who supported you during your year away, Lilly?" the judge asked. 

"I was able to earn some money, but, for the most part, Your Honor, Papa 
Andrew supported me. He gave me over ten thousand dollars and he mailed me 
money wherever I went." 

""You are saying that even when you were not in his home, he was in constant 
touch with you and remained responsible for your welfare." 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Mr. Jackson, what are your intentions toward Lilly at this point?" 

"I would like to adopt her." 

"Have you filed the necessary papers?" Andrew turned to his attorney and 
they had a brief conference. 

"Your Honor, my attorney tells me that the initial papers are in the package 
on your desk. They have been filed with you." 

The judge turned to Lilly and spoke to her very warmly. "You realize that I 
will not send you back to your home in Poughkeepsie. You need have no fear 
of that; However, despite your strength and experience, you are legally too 
young to be set out on your own. I shall leave the choice to you, to become 
either a ward of the State of New York or to go with Mr. Jackson." 

"I already consider myself his daughter, Your Honor. There is no doubt in my 
mind that I belong with him." 

"I hope you realize how fortunate you are to have found a man of Mr. 
Jackson's character who wants to share his life with you." 

"I do." 

"I shall begin processing the adoption papers. There should be no difficulty 
involved. In fact, if you would like, you may begin to use Mr. Jackson's 
name herewith." 

Lilly liked that part of the dream. She hated the first part. But, she had 
learned already to take the good with the bad, and the image of Morton 
Muffe, drunk, trying to explain to the court why he just had to fuck his 
daughter was funny if nothing else. 

"Are you all right?" Bob asked her. 

"Yes. I thought you were asleep. In the mood?" 

Now that they were together Bob was always in the mood and they shared in 
the middle of that night, a delirious fuck, shimmering together like two 
incandescent stars flickering on and off in the heavens of their bodies. 

They fucked until morning. Then they fucked until lunch. 

"Shall we work toward dinner?" Bob asked. 

"No. We should shower, dress, and go out and get some food because I am 
completely and absolutely starved, famished, and anxious for a meal other 
than male sausage." 

"I thought you liked my cock." 

"I do, but, once in a while I like a steak, too. What kind of dinner would 
you like?" 

They wound up in a Mexican restaurant on Restaurant Row, eating enchiladas 
and joking with the young waiter, a half Mexican named Michael Lopez who 
told them that he had come to New York to be an actor, but, had long ago 
given up the ghost and was working at other things. 

He liked the young couple and he brought them a great dessert. When the bill 
was due he informed them that the management knew who they were and was only 
to happy to have served them as guests. They left Michael a ten dollar tip 
and tripped out into the evening to have cocktails elsewhere and to enjoy 
the New York evening. 

"I have to be back at the hospital tomorrow," Bob said. 

"And I have to get home to Lahaska. I have a lot of work to do in the shop. 
I don't know what to do about school. Nobody seems to care about that any 
more and I don't want to go to school with a lot of naive children. Andrew 
may get me a tutor so that we keep it all legal." 

"Whatever you decide will be fine. You would look silly as a cheer leader." 

"I think so to." 

Andrew picked her up at the bus and drove her to the store. A feeling of 
home swept her as she walked through the door and saw the place where she 
had begun to find identity and happiness. 

"It is so wonderful to be back at the shop," she said. 

She walked into the back room, her first apartment on the road to salvation, 
and she cried thinking of the happiness she had known there and of the 
difficulties she had known since. She cried for Buddy who had fallen in love 
with her. She cried for Ruth and Rae who had lost each other and needed each 
other so badly. She cried for Jim Mahoney who had given her strength and 
happiness and not lived to find very much for himself. She hoped that she 
had provided some, that she had made his last days better that the ones 
before it. She hoped that when he died he had the happy thought of being 
inside of her cunt in his head and not some horrible realization that death 
had arrived. 

She cried for her mother and for Maybelle Ann Hossenhaus, a woman she had 
never known. She cried for them because her father had destroyed them as he 
had not been able to do to her. She cried because they were not as strong as 
she was. 

Where had she gotten the strength, she wondered, to continue when all odds 
were against her? To some extent other people had been responsible for her 
survival. That was true, but, more than that, she knew that it was some 
fiber within her, some core to her existence, that really did it, that 
really made her survival a fait accompli and not a pitiful dream. 

She cried now because there were no longer bad memories. They were drifting 
into oblivion and she knew that from here on in it was peace and harmony, 
two things she had never been allowed before. 

"Andrew," she said, "I wonder what my life would have been like had my 
mother not died when she did. I wonder what it would have been like without 
you. Oh, Papa, I do love you more than any words will ever express." 

"Who knows?" he asked. "Mine without you was empty, deadly. I dreaded 
getting out of bed in the morning. The house, the store, even the streets, 
were empty for me and when I saw you on that bus I knew you were running 
from something, but, I knew that I would have to help you and that I would 
have to win you. I could not go on alone for any more time. If you hadn't 
come into my life when you did, I would have committed suicide." 

"I always thought of you as the pillar of strength." 

"I became one for you. I can be strong when somebody I love needs my 
strength. But, when nobody needs it, I'm weak. I don't find pleasure in 
being strong for myself." 

"You are the most wonderful man in the world. The most unselfish. But, Papa, 
don't ever even think of suicide again. Not ever. Don't even say it." 

"I have no reason to now. I have you, and that is all I need. I know that in 
a year or so you will marry and leave me, but, you'll only be leaving my 
house. You and I will still belong to one another. That's a normal 
progression for a father and his daughter." 

"Bob may even try to get into a hospital near here. We've talked about that. 
I don't want to live anywhere but here. I want to have a little house and 
still be in the store when Bob is out doctoring. And I want to have 
children. I want you to have a grand daughter and we'll name her for your 
other daughter." 

"Would you really do that for me?" 

"Would I? Bob and I have it all planned. We want to have a baby right after 
we marry, and if it isn't a girl, well, we'll just not accept it. We'll 
shove him back in and try again." 

Andrew was laughing now as he had not laughed since his tragedy. This nutty 
girl had put life back into his heart and he was a happy man again. 

He thought of the day he had received the call about the crash. He had just 
gotten home from the store and he was wondering why Louise hadn't called 
him. The telephone began ringing just as he opened the door and he darted 
across the room to answer it, but lost the race to the maid. 

"Hello," she had said. "Yes, he's here. He just came in." 

The woman handed the phone to him and he took it expecting that it was 
Louise. It was a man's voice that he heard, and when it said his name Andrew 
immediately sensed what came next. 

"There has been a severe road accident, Mr. Jackson. One car was demolished. 
We've traced it to you. I'm sorry, Sir, but the two people in the car were 
killed. We have to ask you to come down and identify the bodies." 

Andrew remembered that he called Paul and that Paul went with him. Paul held 
him up as he walked into the cold tile room and looked at the battered 
bodies of his two loved ones. He cried when he saw his wife, but, when he 
looked at his girl he felt death in his bones. He stood frozen, and heard a 
doctor tell him that they had died instantly without pain. He began to sob 
and he could not stop. Paul took him home and Paul arranged the funerals. 
Andrew could not control himself. He remained like that, always on the verge 
of hysteria, until he boarded the bus from New York to Lahaska and saw the 
pretty runaway in the next seat. 

Now she was with him. She was his daughter. She could not replace the 
daughter who was gone, but, she was special in her own right. She had her 
own wonderful things about her. And she loved him. She loved him as much as 
his other daughter had. Funny, he thought, how she has become my other 
daughter and not my real daughter. Funny what time and love can do. 

A customer wandered into the shop and Lilly went out and sold her an Empire 
chest for a lot of money. She walked back to her father and smiled. 

"Now I know I'm home," she said. 

"Business as usual, my love. As usual." 

They laughed together. 

Andrew arranged a tutor for her, a loving, kind woman of about forty. Her 
name was Agnes Iversen and she was tall, straight and strong. She was also 
brilliant and very sensitive, easily tuned into Lilly's head and to the 
wonderful relationship that filled the Jackson home. 

Agnes had had her own problems. She had been married to an alcoholic who 
beat her after they fucked. She had a child who had grown up a junkie and 
raped her twice when she refused him money for his habit. She was alone and 
lonely and trying to stave off bitterness which she never wanted to feel. 

"If only," she said to Lilly in a loose moment, "I had a place where I 
really belonged. That damned apartment on Rittenhouse Square is not the 
answer." 

It was Lilly's idea. She discussed it with Paul to feel it out and then she 
told Andrew that she thought it would be better if Agnes could live with 
them, at least during the week, so that her education would not be 
interrupted by travel lags. 

Andrew agreed. He liked Agnes. She was straightforward and warm, and, for 
that matter, not bad looking. He found her a pleasant dinner companion, too, 
and he really enjoyed the evenings when Bob drove up and the four of them 
were able to eat together, a family. 

"Lilly," Agnes said one day, "I'm going to be in trouble. I am falling in 
love with your father. I adore him. And, Lilly, between you and me, I want 
him very much." 

Lilly was pleased. 

She probed Andrew's psyche. 

She wanted to know his feelings toward the woman who was now part of their 
lives. 

"I think, Lilly, that you are plotting a wedding. Well, I was afraid to 
broach it to Agnes, afraid that she wouldn't want to get involved for a 
second time, but, yes, Lilly. I would like to marry Agnes. How would you 
feel about Agnes as your mother?" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Agnes and Andrew were married-in a civil ceremony three weeks after they 
decided to wed. Andrew had not proposed romantically, but, he had proposed. 
He had found her in the library one afternoon. He closed the door behind him 
and stood watching her. She looked nothing like Louise, she didn't act like 
Louise. But, there was another dimension, something he responded to. 

"I finished my work with Lilly," she said. "I didn't think you would mind if 
I came in here." 

"I don't mind at all. I wanted to talk to you anyway, Agnes. Lilly has been 
doing some match making with us, you know. I hope it hasn't embarrassed you 
quite as much as it has embarrassed me. I haven't known what to say to you 
at the table." 

"I haven't minded. She has the best of intentions, and, really Andrew, she 
knows that neither of us are good at being alone." 

"Agnes, will you marry me? That's as simply as I can put it. In my way I 
love you. I never thought I would love another woman. I'm out of practice, 
but, I think I can make you happy. And I'm told that I'm not bad in bed 
either, if that matters." 

"Of course it matters. I've been thinking a lot about your bed since I got 
here. You are a very attractive man. And, yes, Andrew: Yes I will. I will 
marry you. I never thought I would risk another husband, but, you are no 
risk. You are a wonderful man and I love you and I think I'm very lucky that 
you want me." 

"I'm lucky, too. I love you, too, Agnes." They moved into each other's arms 
and felt their bodies coming alive for the first time in too long. Andrew 
felt his cock rising in his pants. He had not given thought to how much he 
wanted a woman until this moment. 

"We don't have to wait until after the wedding," Agnes panted and she opened 
his pants and slid them down his legs. 

They were both naked and climbing on top of each other on the big red 
leather couch. Both of them were unable to control the lustful desires any 
longer. His cock moved easily into her wet slit and he was fucking his 
bride-to-be. 

"This is what I knew it would be with you, Andrew. This is the way I wanted 
it to be with you. This is the way I must have it all the time. Fuck me, 
Andrew. Fuck me." 

He glided his cock in and out of her desirous pocket. This was what he 
needed, too, and he was loving the feeling of unity with another body. His 
come was arriving and he knew that he could not control it for much longer. 

"Are you ready?" he asked. 

"I'm ready for your come, Andrew. Shoot it into me. Shoot into me, Andrew. 
Come inside of me." 

They came together in a blissful joint orgasm that left them both breathless 
and spent. They huddled naked in each other's arms against the warmth of the 
aggravated leather, clutching each other with passion and love, knowing full 
well that they had both just returned completely to the land of the living. 

Now it was their wedding day. Lilly had given Agnes away. It was a silly 
gesture, but, a loving one which the tutor appreciated. Bob was there and 
Paul, and Buddy came with a new girl friend, Louisa Marta Rosa Hernandez, 
whom he had met on a new job which he had gotten and at which he was doing 
very well. 

"Louisa and I are the next to get married," he told Lilly. 

She kissed them both, happy that he had gotten over her, happy that he, too, 
was doing very well and finding great happiness. She was happy that their 
time together had left them both stronger and better. 

"You are getting one great guy," she told Louisa, "one really great, great 
guy. But, I'm sure that you are a great gal, too." 

Ruth and Rae flew in for the wedding, anxious to meet Lilly's father. Ruth 
was working again, solvent again, and she and Rae had patched up their 
differences and were together again, happy in each other's lives. 

Salome Schwartz was a thing of the very distant past. 

"We are so happy for you," Ruth said. "When we read about you in the paper 
we understood a lot more than we had when you were with us. We were so happy 
to know that you were well and that everything had worked out for you." 

They turned to the newlyweds and spoke to them. "She is one hell of a 
fucking great girl. One hell of a fucking great girl. Dynamite woman." 

Andrew smiled and laughed because he agreed with them. 

Lilly and Bob slipped away for a while and made love. They enjoyed their sex 
even more than before knowing that the people around them were happy. 

Andrew and Agnes flew to Europe to enjoy a wonderful long honeymoon and 
Lilly and Paul were left to tend the shop, a job which they did well. Money 
poured in. Business flourished. 

One day a woman came in looking for a rocking chair. She never bought the 
chair. She got Paul instead. They stood there looking into each other's eyes 
and then they spoke lovingly about antiques for a long time. 

"Are you collecting for long?" he asked. 

"Collecting what?" 

Paul started to laugh. He knew that the woman was looking at him with as 
much interest as he was looking at her. He liked everything about her. He 
wanted to know her. He wanted to have. her. 

"I would like very much to take you over to the Purple Plum and buy you some 
lunch. That is, if you are not married, have no fiance, and don't mind 
having lunch with a strange man who wants very much to go to bed with you. 
My name is Paul Riggs." 

"Mine is Kate Hastings. I am not married. I have no fiance. And I do not 
mind having lunch with a strange man who wants very much to go to bed with 
me. When do we leave?" 

"As soon as I can get into my jacket." 

Paul slipped into his sport coat and led Kate Hastings to the door, 
undressing her with his eyes and knowing beyond a doubt that this woman 
would be one terrific lay. He was planning to get into her before dinner. He 
would do it tactfully, but, without leaving room for a refusal. 

Lunch went well. The food was superb, but, it always was at the Purple Plum. 
Afterward they walked around from one antique store to the next until it was 
nearly time for dinner. 

"I have to drive back to New York," Kate said. 

"But, I want to buy you dinner. You can stay, and you can stay at my place 
for the night. If you are wondering, that is an invitation and a 
proposition. It would be no fun to have you here if I can't touch you." 

"Touch away." 

They dined and they danced until the rooms were closing. Then they went back 
to Paul's apartment and they had a nightcap. He refilled the glasses twice, 
but, they never really got into the third round. They got undressed and fell 
into each other's arms. Kate clasped Paul's cock in her hands and bent down 
to take it into her mouth. She sucked a cock like it had never been sucked 
before, stripping it of any power, a toy in her clutches, draining it until 
it was limp. 

"Eat me," she said. 

And Paul did as she wanted. For over an hour his tongue worked on her 
tingling twat, driving her insane as she had done to him, tickling her 
clamoring clit with his wicked licks, using his teeth to drive her to even 
greater lustful moments. He knew how to please a woman. He really knew how, 
and he was showing her what he could do for her. 

"You are the kind of man with whom I could fall in love," she said after she 
had come three times. "I could really groove on you for a long, long period 
of time. Are you into commitment?" 

Paul thought for a moment. "I'm into relationships that are caring and 
devoted and that really please both people involved. I have no time for 
bullshit that leaves people hurt." hurt and "Yes! Right Kate said. "We are 
on the same brain wave, the same track. We are the Gucci answer to Darby and 
Joan. Baby, let's pool it. I've never proposed to a man before, but, why the 
hell not? Marry me, Paul. Marry me and we can join forces and fuck, fuck, 
fuck!"" 

"Let's fuck right now," he said, and he drilled his newly hard rod into her 
eel slippery cunt. "Good fucking," he said. "Really good fucking." 

His cock rode hard and fast and she was loving it, wrapping her high style 
legs around his body, joyously strapping him to her as she took his man pole 
into her cunt and bounced with it, giving it anything but a casual ride. 

When they had both come, he looked down into her ace and spoke to her. 

"You have a bargain, Kate Hastings. Tomorrow we get blood tests and a 
license and we get married as soon as we can. No big deals, we keep my place 
here and yours in the city. You do your work. I do mine. But, we fuck only 
each other...." ... "unless we both dig a third," she said. 

Their heads worked well together. She was a girl after his own heart and 
after his own cock and he was glad that they had found each other. 

They were married ten days later before Andrew and Agnes were even giving 
thought to coming home. 

Lilly and Bob were seeing a lot more of each other now, too. He had gotten a 
job at Central Medical in New Hope and had taken a small apartment only five 
minutes from the Jackson house. Now he and Lilly were together virtually all 
of their free time. 

"Isn't it wonderful," he asked, "the way things have worked out? Isn't it 
great that we can be here like this. I love you so much that I can't stand 
the moments when we are apart." She led him into his new little apartment 
and undressed, lying wantonly across the bed, her legs spread wide, 
affording him a stunning view of her humping hole. She massaged her tits and 
watched as he grew harder and harder within his hospital whites. He looked 
exactly as he had the first time they met and she was nostalgic for the room 
and the wine and the tears. 

"Come to me," she said, and she held her arms out to him. 

Bob undressed quickly and rushed to her, his erect penis jutting before him 
like the flag that is carried onto the field by an Olympic runner. He 
crawled on top of her and buried his flagpole into her snatch even as he 
covered her face with kissed. 

"This is our first fuck in my new apartment," he said. 

"Let's make it a good one." 

It was always a good fuck for the two of them. Sometimes Bob thought that 
they should give fucking lessons to the towns people who would obviously 
learn a thing or two from the display. 

His cock was iron when he was inside of Lilly, and her cunt was like a hot 
furnace, eager and ready for his stunning stoker, his pecking poker, his 
crowning cock. She adored having him inside of her cunt, as he rode her she 
moved like a camel, grilling him with her humps. She was the ideal fuck mate 
for Bob. She was strong where he was not, yet able to move with his strong 
points as well. And nobody sucked his cock the way she did. 

And nobody ate her pussy the way he did, either. After they had fucked three 
times he ate her cunt, the same cunt in which he had just deposited his 
load. He loved to service her because she so loved his lip service. He 
reached his tongue deep into her quivering quim and she moaned and groaned 
and sobbed with glee. 

They each came and came and came until their bodies ached from over 
exertion. Then they fucked and came again. 

Andrew and Agnes came home and were delighted that Paul and Kate had joined 
forces, they were equally delighted that Lilly and Bob were so blissfully 
together and happy. The six people joined for a big meal and discussed their 
goals and their hopes. It had been two months since Agnes and Andrew had 
left and they had obviously been seeing a lot of action. 

"We have an announcement to make," Agnes said. "We didn't think it was 
possible, but, we are going to have a baby." 

The guests all cheered and Lilly kissed Andrew and Agnes passionately. 

"We are working on one," Kate said. 

Only Lilly was careful not to get pregnant. Not until she was married. 

A weeks later came another piece of good news. Lilly's real father, Morton 
Muffe had died in an insane asylum, in the saddle, so to speak, fucking his 
pretty female psychiatrist. He left half of his money to be divided by eight 
of his children and the other half to Lilly. She was happy to have the money 
which she felt she had worked for. AND SHE WAS HAPPY THAT HE WAS DEAD!! 

Lilly decided that she would use that money for Bob, to help him set up a 
practice. And she did. They found a suitable office and arranged for him to 
still be affiliated with the hospital. All was really well. 

Lilly and Bob were planning their wedding now. Andrew would legally consent 
to it on her sixteenth birthday and they would be married in Maryland and 
would honeymoon in Paris, Rome, and Boulder, Colorado. Lilly was already 
buying clothes for her trousseau and planning the guest list. It was not a 
long list, Andrew and Agnes, Paul and Kate, Ruth and Rae, and Buddy and his 
wife, Louisa Marta Rosa Hernandez Higgins, which was, it turned out, Buddy's 
real last name. 

Lilly bought a calendar and marked off the days. One by one they ticked away 
and soon she was a month away from being sixteen. One month away from being 
married. One month away from working on a baby. She was one month away from 
the culmination of her innermost desires. 


THE END
