Chapter Four
                         
It did not take me long to get ready, when I came out, no Amanda.

"Amanda," I called out.

"Hey slave, that is, Goddess Amanda, Your Royal Highness, etc. Not 
just, Amanda. Show some reverence, slave. I am in your office on 
the computer. I had to check my email. Nice office."  

I could tell by her voice she was giggling. I went in my office.  
There she was, completely at ease, just like she had moved in.

"Hey you look good, for a fat old guy!"

"I am not fat, maybe twenty or so pounds overweight, but not fat!  
Not old either. And young lady, you are about to get your end of 
the table cut off!"

"Yeah, twenty to forty pounds overweight, twenty plus years older 
than me, are you the pervert my mom always warned me about!"

She was giggling as she elbowed me in the ribs and ran for the door, 
shoes in hand. I did not chase her, I would have looked ridiculous 
trying to catch her in the house. The twenty years made a difference 
as did the twenty pounds. Besides she was athletic, quick, and fast. 
She was waiting at the door, her head was upturned for a kiss. She 
was right, I could love her to much and quickly to. She had used me 
all day and now was a girlfriend again. I leaned down to kiss her, 
as we kissed she lifted her legs clear of the floor and draped them 
around me with her arms around my neck.

"Carry me to the car like this, unless you are to OLD," she taunted.

She had her pussy against my hard on. I knew that was no accident.  
She was a professional tease. I bet she had been teasing the crap 
out of guys since she was in about the 6th grade.  

"Well hold my ass Larry, what do you think your hands are for?"

I put my hands on her ass. Her cheeks sat very nicely on my hands.  
I decided that, yeah, my hands were made to cup her cheeks. They 
felt very nice there too. She kissed me again as I was trying to 
get us betweet the car and the wall. I pulled her ass toward me.  
I could feel her pussy with my dick. I hunched a little.

"Uncle Larry! Stop that! You dirty old man."  

She kissed me on the forehead and giggled. I never felt more like 
raping a woman in my life. I restrained myself though. I put her 
down and opened the car door for her like the true gentleman she 
thought me to be.

"Thank you Uncle Larry," she teased. She was really teasing me 
now that she got away with it a few minutes ago. I got in and 
fastened my seat belt.
 
Her arms went around my neck before I could straighten up. Her 
lips were on mine in a flash. Our kiss must have lasted for five 
minutes. A brief thought of, she is some man's daughter, went 
through my mind. It was a fleeting passage. I will try to block 
its return.

I enjoyed going to the movies with her although I felt a little 
ill at ease. There was a hugh age difference and she was treating 
me like a boyfriend, a lover even. Not like an, "Uncle Larry". Not 
that I minded that, mind you. It served to make me consious of my 
surroundings. A darker theater would have been nice. Although we 
were in the back and there was no one behind us, I still had this, 
dirty old man with a sweet young thing, feeling.

When the movie ended we went to a fast food place and had 
sandwiches and soft drinks. Amanda is a very unsual person. With 
her actions towards me, one would think she wanted to go to some 
bar, drink and dance, smoke pot maybe. Something besides go to a 
fast food place. She is unsual, and I find more unsual things about 
her all the time. She most definently was not a stereotype.

I asked Amanda to spend the night at my place, no, she went home.  
She was insistent on that. I hated to leave her, she looked so tiny 
and vulnerable.I knew she was not, tiny yes, vulnerable, no way! 
She was a package of dynamite. She said she could not see me Sunday, 
but she wanted to see me Monday after work, mine not hers. There was 
a reason for that, the apartment money. I had to force myself to 
think there was a good possibility that she was a golddigger. But if 
so, she was the most beautiful prospector I have ever seen. I had 
decided she could dig on me for a bit. I would put a few thousand 
into Amanda. I would not go on indefinently with her. These sensible 
thoughts flowed through my mind unobstructed when I was alone. When 
I was with Amanda, Amanda got what she wanted. She was a master at 
using her feminine charms. When her tits were pressed against me, 
her arms around my neck or her hands on my ass and I was looking 
into a pair of incredible brown eyes, I was putty.

Oh, one other neat little thing she pulled off so smoothly. Amanda 
wanted to go shopping for linens, towels, etc. I suggested I give
her money to shop for these things. She asked for a credit card.  
The little thing had balls. She looked so sweet. I gave her a 
credit card that I had just received. It had a limit of three 
thousand so I did not think I would get hurt to badly. I told her 
I would get another card in her name. I told her the limit. We 
agreed that would take care of her ordinary expenses. I would just 
pay it once a month. 

She understood not going over the limit. She seemed responsible. I
would soon find out if she was. She was antimated all the way to her
house. When the car would stop she would give me a quick kiss. Cheek,
mouth, whatever was handy at the time. I was still trying to figure
her out. I had never met anyone like her. When we arrived at her house
she gave me a long passionate kiss. I was thinking I was in heaven but 
unsure how I arrived. She told me she wanted to go for a walk on the beach
Monday evening. She said she like to do that with new friends, with old 
friends too. She thought walks on the beach were good,like really good.

"Larry wait here at the door a sec, ok."
  
She closed the door, I waited a minute. The door opened and Amanda 
stepted out handing me her panties we had just purchased at Victoria's 
Secret. She had been wearing them.

"I always think of you and your needs, enjoy!" She gave me another kiss,
pushed away and went back inside.

I went back to my house with a hugh hard on thinking of Amanda. Never
would I have imagined she would take off her panties and hand them to 
me to, "enjoy". But Amanda has done a lot of things that could hardly 
be classified in the realm of, "ordinary". I would think of little else 
until I could see her on Monday. I had a feeling that I had just  been 
ripped off, but wait, I had not rented her the apartment yet. If she was 
going to rip me off She would have waited until I was on the hook for an 
additional three grand. I did the only thing I could do. I took a nerve 
pill. While I was waiting to go to sleep I had thoughts of Amanda. Was 
she as healthy as she appeared? Did she have any stds? Yep, if she had 
any stds, I was in trouble. A sick person waiting to happen. I decided 
I would talk to my doctor Monday. I would get checked, whatever necessary.  
I would also insist she have a blood test. That was taking priority 
over establishing an account or the apartment things. Funny how 
priorities can change when health issues arrive. Health issues or no I 
went to sleep with her freshly worn panties over my face and her scent 
in my nostrils.