NORA'S EYES

Chapter 2

Author�s note:

The following is a novella in eight chapters, a little over forty-one thousand words, approximately one hundred pages long. I wanted to create a story that was more than an assortment of single romps, the individual tales of sexual encounters between an adult and a child. I wanted to tell the complete story detailing the relationship between a grown man and a little girl; their acquaintance, the internal struggle of such a union, the growth of their companionship, and a resolution to the problems surrounding it.

I hope you will find it a flowing, moving story, evoking a few smiles, anger, happiness, and perhaps even a tear or two. Ben

Special thanks to Bob, an avid follower of this site from Great Britain, who gave huge amounts of time and effort into proofreading this work.

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2017 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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I entered the shower thoroughly pissed off at myself. I had never been attracted to a little girl before, but the thing that worried me was, did I see her as an attraction or a convenient body to explore my darker side? By the time I turned the water off I had convinced myself the only course of action was to turn her over to the CPS. It might not be the best solution, but it might also be better than having her here, safer for her.

I cracked the shower door open enough to grab a towel from the bar. Once I had dried my hair and upper body I slid the door open. I was holding the towel in front of my body getting ready to dry off the rest of me.

Immediately I saw Nora sitting on the closed toilet seat.

I jumped. �Nora,� I said, �you startled me. I didn�t know you were here.� She stared at the floor, a neutral expression on her face. �Is everything okay?�

She nodded, and then she slid slowly off the seat coming to where I was standing in the shower stall door. Neither of us spoke. I had no clue what she was doing until she reached out and took the towel from my hands.

She began to dry my legs all the way down to my feet.

I watched her, mutely mesmerized. When she had finished with them she reached behind me and dried my butt. I stood still, though I may have been quaking like a leaf on a tree. More than likely it was closer to a deer caught in headlights.

She moved the soft terry cloth between my legs and dried my balls.

By this time my cock was rock hard and standing stiffer than me. She wrapped the towel around it and twisted it in her hand.

I knew I should have stopped her. I knew this wasn�t proper; immoral, even. But, I didn�t stop her.

She let the towel fall to the floor and grasped my rigid dick in her left hand in a very tight grip. Apparently the scrapes on her hand weren�t bothering her. Her right hand moved to my balls. I was afraid she would squeeze them with equal strength, but she didn�t. It wouldn�t have mattered. I wouldn�t have stopped her.

Her left hand pulled forward causing the foreskin to form a small tent in front of the head. Her lips clamped down on this like a bassoonist on the double reeded mouthpiece. She held tight and released the shaft. The fingers of each hand settled between my legs and my ball sack on either side. One hand drew forward then she repeated the movement with the other hand, replacing each hand at its starting point, continuously alternating.

Never, had I had a blow job like this from any of the women I dated. The whole new experience made me tingle with erotic arousal.

Nora let go of the foreskin and let it retract on its own, following it with her lips, pushing over the barb. Her teeth clamped down lightly on this sensitive area. As she held it her tongue encircled the head.

�Where did you learn this? Randy?� I asked with disdain.

She nodded, her mouth still held my cock.

This actually caused a bit of jealousy in me. But, I realized if it hadn�t been for Randy, I would never be getting this excellent treatment. In the end I felt guilty for my feelings.

Then a thought occurred to me.

�You know, you don�t have to do this? I don�t want you to think you have to do something you dislike to stay here. I would never make you do something you didn�t want.�

Without removing my organ from her mouth she said, �Want.� After a moment�s pause her head backed away and she looked up at me. �You don�t like?� The small, high-pitched voice made me quiver with excitement.

Oh, my tortured soul! Would that I could do right. Fuck that!

�Oh, sweetheart, I love what you are doing, but it isn�t necessary to get me to help you. I would do it anyway.�

�Want to do this.� Her eyes never left mine. They sought my inner feelings as they often did. They sought approval, which is something I could give.�

�If you�re sure.� It was a weak answer from a weak man, but may the heavens forgive me, I wanted this. I wanted this bad.

She slipped my dick between her lips again and slid it as far in as she could take. There was a slight gag at its deepest point. Slowly she retraced the trail back along it till it slid from her mouth.

She placed the tip between her lips she sucked. She actually sucked my cock. The sensation it caused was weird, not unpleasant, but strange.

Taking the head once more she developed a back and forth movement in a slow rhythm, occasionally stopping to use her tongue around the head.

Always, before, women had tried to take the entire length and got faster and faster until it caused an orgasmic surge. Nora never, after that one lunge, addressed more than the head with the same steady speed. I wondered if that could even make me come. It felt wonderful, but without the accelerated motions would it work?

The answer was not (excuse the pun) long in coming. I could sense the slow accumulation of pressure in my balls. It wasn�t a rapid buildup like normal. It was like a pot of liquid, placed on a stove at low temperature. You knew eventually it would boil, but it would take a while. Awareness of the impending eruption made me wonder if it would ever occur. A balloon can only hold so much air before it bursts. However, as it got closer to what I knew would be the climax of a lifetime I began to wish it to hold off longer.

The larger portion of the women I have had sex with, and there have been a few over the years, would not consent to swallowing sperm. I knew instinctively, Nora would not be one I would have to warn, �I�m about to come.� To her it would make no difference.

I held on as long as I could. The pressure this load was putting on my balls was intense. I wanted to let it go, but I wanted more. I wanted it over, but I wanted it to last forever.

The slow near extraction and insertion never varied as my dick went in and out, tingling, driving me mad.

When I could hold off no longer I had to grip the sides of the shower to keep from collapsing.

I�m not really very vocal during sex. I keep my ecstasies to myself, but there was no keeping my voice from being heard this time. The �OHHHH!� that escaped my mouth grew deep down inside just as my orgasm had. It lasted through the entire first wave of ejaculation. My legs stiffened so much I was surprised they didn�t cramp. They began to shake uncontrollably.

Cum shot from my cock directly into Nora�s mouth. Her gulps were clearly audible. But she didn�t back away or give up. Her actions were easily readable. With each swallow her head moved up and down as she took my semen into her stomach.

The second spurt was nearly as strong as the first, followed by three or four more before I reached the point I didn�t think I had anything left in my balls, that this could be my final ejaculation ever, there was nothing left for the future. And if that was true, it would be all right. This had been the orgasm of a lifetime. It was worth it.

She swallowed the last dregs and sat back on her haunches, looking up at me for some reaction.

I moved around her and sat on the toilet because I had no strength to stand anymore. With open arms I motioned her to me, embracing her against my chest. A soft kiss was placed on her head before I told her, �sweetheart, that was amazing.�

She pulled back from me and I thought I saw the tiniest curl at the corners of her mouth, but there was no doubt that her eyes gleamed with happiness. Gaining someone�s approval was probably foreign to her. I pulled her in for another hug and was surprised to find my left hand had found its way under her shirt and caressed her ass.

Apparently she wasn�t finished with me. She took my other hand and led me out into the bedroom where she made it clear I was to lie on the bed.

Once I was situated on the soft blankets, she pulled back the foreskin on my dick revealing the residual cum collected there.

This she sucked and licked until it was gone. The head of my cock was so sensitive after the amazing blowjob; it was all I could do to keep from squirming or making her stop. But I didn�t want her to stop. As much as it made me grate my teeth, it was an incredibly ecstatic agony.

At one point I thought I might even regain an erection.

After a while she disappeared into the bathroom and returned with two damp washcloths. One had a little bit of soap lather which she used to cleanse the area. The other was moistened enough to rinse it.

I lay on my back, astounded by her talents, recovering from what was the most sensual head I ever received.

After finally dressing I asked if she thought her hands were sufficiently healed to shower on her own. She nodded, so we removed the bandages.

When her shower was complete she came back into the bedroom, totally naked. I asked if she wanted a different tee shirt to wear, she shook her head and slipped the Hard Rock shirt over her head.

I showed her how to use the entertainment center, what she could have for lunch, as well as where most of the food, dishes, and silverware were located.

�I�ll be back in the afternoon,� I told her. �I�m going out to buy you some new clothes.� Before tossing her old ones down the incinerator chute I made a list of what sizes I could find. �Is there anything else you want to know before I leave?�

With her index finger pointing to the patio, she questioned whether she was allowed out there.

I took her hand and led her out into the warm sunshine. We went to the stone railing surrounding two sides of it. One side opened into the living area, the other into the Master bedroom. �You can stand here and look over, but don�t climb up on it, please. I would hate to have you fall,� I said.

She nodded.

When I left she was comfortably ensconced on the chaise lounge with a book she found in my library. It made me happy to know she read. It would mean eventually she would begin speaking to make her feelings known. That would be down the road, I am sure, but sometime.

That thought brought to mind the fact that she might not be here by then. I didn�t know what I was going to do with her, but I knew she couldn�t just stay here.

My return, a few hours later, found me carrying bags, boxes, and parcels galore. My purchases included tee shirts, blouses, dresses, jeans, a robe, pajamas, socks, underwear, two different styles of sneakers, slippers, �sensible� shoes, and flip flops with big orange flowers on the toe thongs. Oh, and a teddy bear. I wasn�t sure about that. My familiarity with a nine year old girl�s toy preferences weren�t what you might call knowledgeable.

Nora was right where I left her, though from the paper plate and sandwich crumbs, empty potato chip bag, and bottle of soda, I knew she had gone inside at least once. The book lay on the ground where she had dropped it, and she was fast asleep. One knee was bent and the other leg lay straight. The gentle breeze had lifted the tee shirt�s hem, folding it back on her stomach, revealing that sweet little crack that taunted me so much.

After eyeing it for a few seconds I shook her slightly trying to rouse her. �Nora,� I whispered. She opened her eyes and leaped from the chair. Fear that she might blindly vault over the railing in her confusion I grabbed her by the arms. �Nora,� I said more forcefully, �It�s me, Scott.� I brought her into a hug. �I didn�t mean to scare you.�

She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. I could feel the wetness of her tears through the fabric of the shirt I wore. (I knew this was going to be a time consuming effort to accustom her to not being frightened every moment that someone was going to punish her for no reason.)

�It�s okay, Honey. You don�t need to be scared.� I rubbed her back. She moved back and looked into my eyes. I don�t know what she saw, but she jumped into my arms again, holding on tightly. I let her have a few moments then asked, �Don�t you want to see the stuff I bought you?�

Nora released her grip of death and once more searched my face with her stare. She nodded, meekly.

�Come on,� I said, taking her hand. �You can do a fashion show for me.�

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a parade of outfits and footwear. I made a point of telling her how beautiful she looked. I could see she was pleased to have new clothes, but I had hoped she might be inspired to share a smile. She didn�t, and that was okay, too.

When she had finally exhausted the new apparel I said, �I have one more surprise for you. I�m not sure if this is something that nine year old girls like or not. If it is something silly, don�t be afraid to tell me.�

I reached behind the sofa where I was sitting and retrieved a big brown paper bag with twisted rope handles and handed it to her. The suspense was obvious. She quickly peeked inside and just as quickly pulled out the stuffed animal I had bought for her.

A misty veil filled her eyes making it difficult for me to tell whether this was good tears or something else. She hugged the teddy bear tight to her breast, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

�Do you like it?� I asked, confident now of her reply.

She nodded vigorously and then threw her arms around me, crushing the bear between us.

�You�ll have to give it a name and decide if it�s a girl or a boy. You think about it and I�ll go make us supper.�

As I worked in the kitchen I peered out to the living area occasionally to see what she was doing. Ensconced on the couch she cradled the bear in her arms like it was a baby. At one point it seemed as if she was carrying on a silent conversation with it. I�m glad I got it. Yes, it made me happy that she liked it, but it made her happy, and that was more important.

When supper was ready we ate at the bar counter. There was a dining set in the kitchen against the wall that was the bar on the opposite side, but I never used it. The bear was seated on a stool next to Nora.

When we were finished eating I asked, �Is it a boy or a girl?�

�Boy,� she murmured.

�And what�s his name?�

It was a few moments before she answered even lower than before, �Scott.�

My heart strings twisted so tightly in that second it was all I could do to keep from blubbering. She watched me intently for some reaction. Finally, I was able to pull it together enough to say, �I am honored he bears the same name as me.�

This seemed to satisfy her. Scott sat in his seat while she helped clear the dishes. Afterward, with Nora and Scott back on the couch I went to get ready for bed. It had been a long day, and I still had much to think about. When I returned I said she should get ready for bed, too. She disappeared into the bedroom.

I was mulling over options for her, when I heard her bare feet padding across the floor. Glancing in that direction I was astonished to see her as naked as her feet. She stopped in front of me.

�Didn�t I buy you pajamas and nightshirts?� I asked.

She nodded her head.

�How come you are naked?� It wasn�t a condemnation. I truly wanted to know.

She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself to answer, not knowing how that answer would be received. �You like Nora naked.�

I was immediately struck by the fact she had referred to herself by her name. There was no way I was going to lie to her, when she had opened herself up both physically and emotionally. �I do. That�s true. I love seeing you naked. Maybe I shouldn�t. It�s probably not right, but I do. But I love it just as much when you are dressed. You don�t have to walk around naked just to please me. I like you either way.�

She crawled into my lap and rested her head against my shoulder. My left arm supported her back and caressed her arm. My right hand caressed her thigh, and eventually her butt. She seemed content. So was I.

We sat that way for an extended period before I told her, �We need to discuss what�s going to happen to you.�

She sat up, dread spread across her face.

�No. Now, hear me out. This is important and I want to make you understand it all. I can�t just keep you here. It would be considered kidnapping at the very least.�

Nora began shaking her head, her forehead wrinkled in a worried frown.

�Don�t get upset. I�m not done. I won�t let them take you back to your mother, and I don�t trust Child Protective Services to do the right thing.� I paused. �Nora, I am a very wealthy man. I have many friends in high places and a lot of power in this city. If you agree, I plan on going to see my lawyer tomorrow and explaining how I found you and what you have been through. I want to tell him I wish to adopt you, to make you my daughter. I think we can convince the court to allow you to stay here until after the proceedings.�

She nodded vigorously before hugging me tight.

�You are very important to me,� I whispered.

She slid off my lap, took the bear in one hand and my hand in her other and led me toward the bedroom. The bear was set in an armchair. I generally wear a tee shirts and boxers to bed. Nora turned to me and started to haul the shirt up from my waist. I wasn�t sure what she was doing, but I leaned forward to allow her efforts to succeed. The shirt was deposited on the floor and she tugged my shorts down.

My cock was rapidly getting hard. I expected another marvelous blow job, but she went to the bed, climbed into the middle, lay on her back with her knees bent, feet flat, and her legs spread provocatively.

As soon as I grasped the meaning of her actions I said, �Oh, sweetie, you don�t have to��

�Want to,� was her response.

I wanted to, too. I wanted to so bad it was a tangible ache.

As I began to crawl from the foot of the bed toward her openness I felt almost feral, like a wolf sneaking up on an unsuspecting lamb. I positioned myself over her, supporting my weight by my hands. The tip of my dick grazed her pussy.

What was I about to do? What if I hurt her; damaged her? If I let my body down on her she would smother in my chest. She was so small, so delicate.

I started to say, �I don�t want to hurt you.� But before I finished she grabbed my dick and pulled it into her. Of course, she couldn�t have forced me into her with her hand, but the motion was enough permission for me to consummate the act. The small orifice was not quick to respond to my advance. It was necessary to pressure my way into her, but once her pussy agreed to offer solace to my pleading member it spread apart smoothly. A quick, deep inhalation made me think I hurt her. I began to retreat, but she swiftly latched her legs around me. They weren�t long enough to meet, but her heels dug into my ass cheeks like an explorer planting flags. They pulled me down, further into her.

As might be expected she was very tight. But, the inner walls of her vagina were as smooth as silk. I probed deeper and began to wonder how her tiny legs could spread wide enough to accept the width of my hips. The answer was given as she moved her knees up toward her head, grasping them with her hands. Her heels now found purchase in my back.

This was unlike any fuck I�d ever experienced; even when I was a young buck, learning the ropes from a girl named Jacinth.

Nora pulled me deeper, deeper than I thought I should go. The length of my dick is nothing special, just your average six and a half inches (yes, I�ve measured it. They say �vanity thy name is woman.� I think not.), but it seemed wrong to try to force the entire thing into her. She had other ideas, though. For such a small child she had unusual strength in her legs. She brought me the distance, and when my hairy body came in contact with her pristine, hairless mound chills ran through me.

I pulled myself up just to retrace the journey and repeat the sensation.

�Are you okay?� I asked, still concerned about hurting her in some way.

I couldn�t see her nod, but I felt it through the hairs on my chest.

Again I made the trek deep inside her. Every millimeter of my cock was gripped with her tautness. I could literally sense the foreskin peel back on the insertions and return on the withdrawals. A velvet lining, or so it felt, caressed the shaft as it was squeezed with her youthful tightness.

Again and again I dove into her. By now my arms were beginning to tire. I didn�t want to crush her, but all my strength was being dissipated by my passion. I dropped to my elbows. More of my weight was now directly on her body. Her face barely was nearly smothered by my chest. I could feel her feverish breath against it. It would have been easy to reverse positions, her on top and me on the bottom, but I didn�t want that. I wanted, I needed, I craved the sensation of overpowering her in every sense. This feeling drove me even harder. I was the conqueror. I was a savage from ancient times. My conquest was undeniable. I had exerted my prowess for all men, from all times.

Just like the blow job this wasn�t an agitated fuck. I wasn�t slamming into her like a jack hammer gone berserk, but I was berserk in my mind. A slow rhythmic motion in and out of her glorious pussy put my mind in a flux. I couldn�t have had a cognizant thought if my life depended on it. There was only this; only driving my rigid member deep into the cunt of a nine year old girl. No drug I ever experimented with in college, no Asian religion into whose philosophies I delved shortly, no anything in the world compared to this. This was Nirvana. This was the purple haze. This was Heaven.

I know I�m not making much sense. What I was doing was nonsensical; invading the sanctity of a young girl�s wholesomeness. Sure, I knew that had already been accomplished, but is a nine-year-old�s purity ever truly nullified? How could it be? The fact that she had invited me didn�t make it any less wrong. Both psychologists AND the law agree that a child that young has no concept of what is and is not acceptable behavior. A forty-eight year old adult man should, however.

None of these thoughts bothered me at the time. I was in the throes of sexual domination both savage and timeless. I was the vanquisher.

Just like the blow job I wanted this to last forever. The rush of ejaculation came so quickly I had no time to prepare for the flood of senses it caused. It came so hard it is a wonder it didn�t expel me from her. My normally quiet groans were a vocal exclamation that made me glad I was the lone occupant of the floor. Again and again I thrust myself deep into her. With each lunge I flooded her with my sperm.

Years ago I had determined marriage would not be an option for me. In order to avoid any nasty accidents I had undergone the �procedure�. I have heard of girls as young as nine becoming pregnant, though the veracity of the sources was questionable at best. So, I knew Nora was safe from that manifestation. I just hoped I hadn�t hurt her.

I pushed up on my hands again and started to roll off her. She wrapped her arms around my torso, legs around my hips. The movement of her head shaking fiercely from side to side informed me she didn�t want this.

�Aren�t I crushing you?� I asked.

Another shake. She used her legs to continue fucking me, pulling me to her and releasing. My cock was still hard. It felt fantastic. There were a couple of times I almost felt I could come again. I wanted that. As she worked her body, I tried my best to make it happen. It didn�t, but being that close was satisfying. That had never occurred to me before.

Once her movements ceased I asked if I could roll over now. She nodded.

I accomplished the maneuver pulling her on top of me. All the tension immediately left her body. Her heartbeat pounded against me. Her breathing assured me she was exhausted. Soon it adjusted to an even rhythm. She had fallen asleep, still engaged. Soon my erection flagged and slipped from her pussy.

I let her rest for half an hour. Gently I roused her and told her we should probably get cleaned up so we could go to sleep.

Nora slid from my body and disappeared into the bathroom. After a few minutes of taking care of her own issues she reappeared with two damp wash cloths, just like before, and took care of cleaning me up.

I dressed in my usual night wear and she picked a night shirt with the two Disney characters from Frozen. It occurred to me she might not even know who they were. I decided it would be an easy job to rectify that.

She drifted off between me and Scott the Bear.

I lay awake. My thoughts went to Jacinth Rodriquez. She was the girl who broke me in to the joys of sex. She was an older woman of thirteen. I was eleven. On the return trip from an outing to a museum the night was descending making the interior of the bus dark and ominous. I sat by the window, not paying much attention to anything. I felt the seat move as someone sat beside me. When I glanced in that direction I saw it was her. I knew who she was, but I was two grades beneath her. I never expected her to sit by me, especially since there were a number of options.

Jacinth smiled. �Hi,� she said. My nerves started jittering.

I managed a tremulous, �Hi,� back.

This was a very pretty Latino girl. Her long dark hair was parted on one side and swept across her forehead, anchored behind her ear. Stray strands made her constantly have to flip them back in place. For some reason this act alone made me horny.

�I�m Jacinth,� she said.

�I�m Scott,� I answered in a voice that sounded an octave higher than hers.

Jacinth wore a multi-colored skirt that rose above her knees four inches when she was sitting and short sleeved blouse. She had the beginnings of breasts! At eleven that was important.

I sat there, trying to be nonchalant, gazing out the window. The next thing I knew I felt a hand on my knee. I looked down to make sure it wasn�t mine. It wasn�t.

A glance her way told me it wasn�t a case of mistaken identity. Jacinth had a wide mischievous grin across her face. She must have seen the surprise on mine. Slowly her hand crept up my leg and between.

Girls had been discovered already, and their illusive secrets that drove boys wild. Masturbation had been discovered as well. Because I never knew what or when an unwanted erection might occur, or what might prompt it, I always situated my dick in an up-to-the-side position. You�ve heard the expression, �how�s it hanging?� Up to the side. Getting caught with it hanging downward can be as uncomfortable as it is embarrassing.

Another secret; I always wore a long shirt, left untucked in my pants to hide the inevitable stiffness that arose when a girl�s panties were spied as she swung on a swing. If you notice boys of that age wearing an untucked shirt, chances are good that is the reason.

Jacinth�s hand reached my balls and caressed them gently. It slid upward feeling the hardness she had created. I think she felt proud of the fact. Her fingers gripped the tang of my zipper and began to work it down. She reached in and took my shaft in her hand.

I was petrified.

She started to stroke it, slowly at first, just like Nora. Then she got a little faster. I would have come with her simply touching it. I worried about what a mess it would make. As if reading my thoughts she retrieved a hanky from her pocket and wrapped it around the head. The sensation was enough to put me over the top. I came into her hand and hanky.

I hope I didn�t scream. I don�t think I screamed. I WANTED to scream. Oh, god!

When I was done she cleaned me up the best she could with a hanky already full of cum. Then she stuck it back in her pocket!

�Zip up,� she told me.

I had accomplished that, not without a bit of difficulty, trying not to be obvious.

�My turn!� she announced cheerfully. �Switch places.�

I did as she ordered, but the fear of not knowing what �my turn� meant terrified me.

There was no way around it. I had to come clean. �I don�t know what to do,� I admitted.

�That�s okay. I�ll help you. Give me your hand.�

She took my hand and slid it under her skirt. Her legs were spread and she placed my fingers against her panties.

[Oh, my god, I WAS TOUCHING A GIRL�S PANTIES!]

The area felt warm and soft. Jacinth moaned a tiny moan.

She pulled back the elastic of the waist band and slipped my hand inside.

I had a sparse growth of hair there, but she was far beyond that. It was like petting my cat. Is that why they called it a pussy?

[Oh, my god, I WAS TOUCHING A GIRL�S PUSSY!]

She positioned my middle finger in a cleft I didn�t even know was there. It found a small knob. �Rub me there,� she instructed. The result was an instantaneous groan. Quiet enough so as not to be heard by others, it was loud enough that I could hear it.

Her directions came interspersed with more moans between; �Harder. Faster. Slip it in and out of my hole.�

Whole! Whole what?

I slid my finger down and it disappeared inside her. OH! Hole!

�Rub again. Faster. Harder. Faster.�

All at once she began to shake. I stopped, concerned.

�No. Keep doing it. I�ll say when to stop.�

She placed both hands over her mouth to keep the moans confined. I could hear some quiet tittering from the girls a couple of seats behind us.

By the time she had me stop my hand was wet with her juices. I wiped it on my pants, not having a hanky. I was hard again, but I didn�t expect there would be a replay.

Jacinth leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

A few days later I saw her at school. She grabbed me by the hand and led me out behind the bleachers where I learned something other than a finger could slip in that hole.

A few more trysts and we drifted apart, but that was okay. One day I heard a kid call her a slut. He was bigger than me, but I was infuriated. I punched him hard and made his nose bleed. Then I got the ever loving shit kicked out of me, a trip to the office and three days suspension. It was the only fight I ever got in at school. My mother was furious until I told her I was defending the honor of a girl.

The memories made me smile. I fell asleep.

Near morning, Nora awoke with a start. She made a noise, but looked at Scott the bear, then glanced back at me and snuggled back in.

I wondered if she would ever outgrow the bad dreams. I also wondered if I was contributing to them. I didn�t really feel I was.

THE END - Chapter 2