Author: MrJenkins
Title: Early Engagement
Summary:  Tom has some new neighbors move in.  9Yo Cheryl takes over his heart.
Keywords: Mg pedo rom cons slow
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Early Engagement By MrJenkins 

(Mg+ Mg pedo rom cons slow)

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Chapter 1 -- in which we meet Cheryl

A new family moved in a couple of houses down in
early March.  An older guy, a younger woman,
thirtyish, around my age and a fairly small girl.

I walked over at the time, said "Hi" and
introduced myself. They were Sam, Louise and
Cheryl.  Sam going bald and gray.  Louise
wasn't classically pretty, sort of mousy brown
hair, fairly short, with sharp features -- Cheryl
was a younger version of her mother, gangling,
skinny and glasses, sort of dirty blond hair.
Both of them definitely below average on the
pretty scale, not enough to be noteworthy.

Over the next few weeks we would wave occasionally
as they or I drove by. Cheryl joined the kid herds
that ran around.  Watching them was pleasant
enough to get a bit of my attention when I was out
and not in a real hurry.

One evening in early May, I was working on my
motorcycle with the garage door open, doing some
routine maintenance.

Cheryl came running up, "What'cha doin'?"

"Changing the oil", I replied.

"How do you do that?", she asked.

"You put a pan under it, remove the drain plug and
let the old oil drain into this pan,
remove the old oil filter, install a new oil
filter, replace the drain plug and put in new
oil.  Then later take the old oil to recycle."

"Can I help?"

I looked her over, she was wearing well worn jeans
with a small hole in one knee, well worn sneakers
and a faded t-shirt that had seen quite a lot of days
that said 'Computer games have ruined my
life. Good thing I have three more lives'.

"Your mom gonna be mad if you get dirty?  You
almost certainly will if you try to do much of the
work."

"Naw, these are my old clothes."

"OK, on your head be it.  If she wants, you can
bring the clothes over and I'll wash them with
mine.  I'll probably have some oil on mine time we
get done."

I got the bike on the center stand and kicked the
drain pan under it.  I went to the tool box and
got out the wrench to fit the drain plug.

"How much of this do you want to do?", I asked her.

"All of it", was the reply.

I went back to the tool box and got a socket and
long handle instead of the end wrench I had
planned to use, then handed them to her along with a
right hand rubber glove.

"Here you go, lay down on the floor about here, on
your right side so you can look under right here
and reach the plug."

She laid down as instructed.  I laid down where I
could see what she was doing.

"Now, put the socket on the drain plug.  It's that
bigger hex head right over there", I said,
pointing to the drain plug.

It took her a couple of tries, but in a moment she
had the socket on the drain plug with the handle
angled where she could get a good pull.

"OK, now pull hard, with both hands.  It'll be
pretty tight."

She pulled.  Nothing happened. 

"Shift around so you're on your back with your
head about here and your feet over there."

She wiggle around till she was laying under the
wrench with it a little above the belt line and
her feet near the rear tire.

"Now, get the socket on the plug again, and pull
hard."

She slid across the floor.

"Put your feet against the rear tire and try
again", I reached over and clicked the shifter
into low gear so it wouldn't turn.

This time she had a good brace and pulled hard.
At just about what looked like her limit I reached
over and gave a gentle pull on the wrench just
inboard of her hands.  The plug turned with a sharp
pop and the wrench turned free and fell off.

I had her turn the plug another turn with the
wrench, then get onto her knees so her arm would
be level and sloping up while she used the rubber
glove to finish removing it.

Not at all surprisingly, a little of the hot oil
splashed on her and she dropped the plug into the
screen over the drain pan.  The cheap plastic
screen tilted and the plug went into the pool of
oil.

She started to reach for it.  I stopped her and
fetched out the magnet on a stick and a grease
rag.

She used the magnet to fish the drain plug from
the oil, then wiped it off, discovering that it
was still quite warm and getting another bit of
used oil on her clothes.

I got out the filter wrench and coached her while
she removed the old filter -- a bit more oil on
the girl along with the floor.  I had her look and
verify that the filter gasket had come out with
the oil filter and wasn't still on the engine.

I wiped the drops of oil off her face, then had
her go get the kitty litter box from the bathroom
and we sprinkled litter over the spilled oil.  She
wrinkled her nose at the notion of used kitty
litter, but didn't protest much.

I then got the new filter and an oil can and had
her smear a bit of oil on the new filter gasket,
then use the filter wrench to start it onto the
threads.

She screwed it on. I showed her how to feel for
the place the gasket touched the engine case, then
had her go 3/4 turn more.

I had her sweep the kitty litter around, then push
the oily stuff aside and repeat with another
batch from the litter box.

I checked the gasket on the drain plug, then she
laid down again and screwed the plug into the
bottom of the engine.

I tightened the drain plug almost tight enough,
then had her do the last pull so she could feel
how tight it needed to be.

I helped her get the fill plug loose with a pair
of pliers -- She poured the first three quarts of
oil into the engine and I started it up to check
for leaks.  Everything was fine, we added part of
the fourth quart to bring the level up to full and
I had her make the notes in the record book of
date and mileage for the change.

She screwed the big lid onto the drain pan and put
it aside to be recycled later.  I rolled the bike
out and we swept up the oily kitty litter and put
down another thin layer to soak up the residual.
Then we cleaned the litter box and put it back for
the cat.

"Looks like we're done now.  Thank you for the
help", I told her.

"Can I have a ride now?", she asked.

"For that, we're definitely going to have to ask
your folks", I told her. "How old are you?"

"Almost nine."

"How close?  8 years, 4 months?", I teased
her.

"My birthday's the fifth of June!", she told me
indignantly.

"In that case, rounding your age up to nine sounds
quite reasonable", I told her gravely.  "You are
certainly old enough to be a motorcycle passenger
if your parents OK it."

She grabbed my hand and started to drag me out the
garage door.  I stopped her.  "Let's clean up a
little first", I told her.

She only had a little oil in her hair, but her
hands were rather greasy, spots of oil on her
bare arms and a fair amount of floor dirt on her
clothes.

I got a clean paper towel and wiped first her
hair, then arms then had her scrub her hands with
it till most of the free oil was gone, then wiped
my hands one more time and used the air hose to
blow our clothes off a bit.  This time when she
took my hand to lead me home I followed.

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Chapter 2 -- Meeting my new girlfriend's Mother.

Cheryl took me inside and found her mother in the
kitchen.

"Can I go with for a motorcycle ride with Tom?",
she asked.

Louise looked at her and her clothes.  "What on
earth have you been doing."

"Changing the oil on his bike", was the reply.

"It looks like it, look at your clothes."

"If they're too dirty to wash with your other
stuff, she can bring them over and I'll wash them
with mine", I offered.

Louise looked at me and laughed, "Not necessary,
they're only a little worse than average.  More
grease than usual, but probably less dirt.  Not
any worse than when she works on her bike."

"Can I go, mom?", Cheryl prompted.

"You certainly don't have to do this", Louise said
to me.

"She deserves a reward for the help she gave me",
was my reply.  "Besides, having a cute blond
riding pillion will raise my status with the
other bikers."

"Help?", she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, it only took twice as long with her
assistance, but it was four times the fun.
Besides, training an apprentice should be looked
upon as a long term investment", was my reply.

Louise snorted. "How far and how long?", she asked.

"Where do you want to go?", I asked Cheryl.

"Can we go up to Lacie Falls?" she asked.

It was about 45 minutes out, and about 6:00 PM, it
wouldn't be full dark till well after
seven.  "That's fine with me -- you have to convince
your mom."

Louise looked at me.  

"I would enjoy it if it's OK with you.", I told her.

"What about supper?", she asked Cheryl.

"Again, with your permission, we could grab a
hamburger on the way home.  I would gladly buy", I
put in.

"What about a helmet", Louise asked.

"I have one that should fit.  I got it for my
sisters kids when they ride with me."

"Pleeease, Mooom", from Cheryl.

"OK, I give up", was the reply.  

"This plan is contingent to the helmet fitting
well enough", I told Cheryl.  "If it won't work,
this ride will have to wait till tomorrow or later
when I can get you a helmet."

I gave Louise my cell number.  "We should be back
before nine, possibly a lot quicker if motorcycle
riding isn't as much fun as she hoped when we go
around the first few corners."

"I doubt that, see you around nine", was her
mother's reply.

I sent Cheryl off to wash hands, face and glasses,
get a coat and gloves, then meet me at the bike.
I went home to do the same.

When I came back out to the bike, Cheryl was
waiting.  Her hair was combed and she had her
winter jacket in hand.  I checked, her face and
hands were fairly tan so I skipped sunblock.  I
tried the helmet on, it was an acceptable fit, if
a bit loose.

"OK now Cheryl -- there are a few rules for riding.

You don't get on or off till I'm on and
ready. When I get on, I will stand up and hold the
bike up, then tell you to get on.

When we are going, I have to lean to turn corners.
The motorcycle will not fall over, even if I lean
it quite a ways.  If you don't like to watch the
lean, just grab onto me and close your eyes.  You
won't be able to tell that we are leaning then.

Do not try to lean the other way when I turn --
I'll start out gentle and let you practice.

Keep your feet on the foot pegs while we are going.
Even if the motorcycle leans, don't put a foot
down to hold it up.

If you want or need something, thump me on the
back."

She was listening and nodding as I lectured her, a
big grin on her face.

I put the bike on the center stand in the
driveway, got on and had her get on and off a few
times.  In a moment, she got the idea to get up
close, grab onto my arm then step straight up on
the footpeg and swing her other leg over,
reversing the process to get off.

She caught on quickly enough, I put her helmet and
jacket on her, then grabbed my helmet and riding
jacket, closed the garage door and got on.  Cheryl
climbed on behind me.

The first corner, she leaned wrong, trying to sit
vertical to the earth instead of to the
motorcycle.  After the second corner, I stopped
and explained that that wasn't acceptable.  She
promised to try harder, next corner she leaned
against my back and hugged me, but didn't try to
compensate for the motorcycle lean.  Time we got
onto the highway at the edge of town she had
relaxed and seemed to be doing fine.

When we got into the mouth of the canyon and
started taking some long fast sweepers, Cheryl
leaned wrong again.  I swatted her leg and she
grabbed onto me and pressed her head against my
back.

A few more corners and she relaxed and rode along
without obvious signs of distress.

We got up to the falls and I pulled into the
observation parking lot.  Cheryl remembered to
wait till I had shut the engine off, then stood
straddling the bike and holding the bars.  She
mismanaged a bit getting off and nearly fell, but
managed to recover.  

At 7PM the lot was empty, we took off helmets and
jackets -- Cheryl grabbed my hand again and we
walked over to the lookout for the falls.  We
stood there in the dusk, watching the water pour
over the rim and fall into the churning pool
below, Cheryl leaned against me and I rubbed her
back a bit.

"How did you like it?", I asked. "Do I need to
call your mom to come and get you so you won't
have to ride back with me?"

This got me an indignant look, "No way -- that was
fun!"

"You ready to hit the bathroom and have some more
fun then?  It'll be dark and colder soon."

She scampered off to the restrooms, I followed
more at a mere brisk walk.

We came back off the hill and stopped at a Shari's
for supper.  45 minutes and we headed for home.  

We got off and I rolled the bike into the garage,
Cheryl took off for the bathroom.  She finished,
came out and held up her arms to be picked up.  I
did, she gave me a hug and a kiss on the
cheek.

"Thank you, Tom.  That was fun."  She wiggled
down and took off for home at a run.  I stepped
out and watched her till she went inside, then
closed the garage.

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Chapter 3 -- Our Second Date.

On Saturday of the following week, Cheryl saw me
outside and came running over.  "Can we go for
another ride?", she asked, bouncing up and down a
bit.

"Where do you want to go this time?", I replied.

"I dunno, a long ways.", was the kid answer.

"Do you read much?", I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I was thinking about going to Barnes & Nobel in
Watson, that's 75 miles or so.  You want to come
with?"

"Yeah!"

I kind of got the impression that the answer would
have been the same if I had suggested a trip to
the dentist so long as we went on the bike.

I considered a moment, "OK but as before, you have
to get your mom to agree."  I handed her my cell,
then coached a bit while she dialed.

"Mom, can I go for a motorcycle ride with Tom?"

"Barnes & Nobel in Watson."

Cheryl looked at me.  "She says 'How long?'"

"Probably four or five hours, including lunch", I
replied.  "Probably home between two and three."

Cheryl relayed the estimate, then held out the
phone.  "Mom wants to talk to you."

"You sure you want her for that long?", Louise
asked.

"The ride last week was fun for me, I doubt she
will make me regret this one", I answered.

"OK then, on one condition."

"Which is?"

"You come to dinner tonight.  If she is going to
hang around you, you are required to hang around
Sam and me.  In other words, she has to bring her
boyfriend home to meet her parents", was the
rather startling answer to my question.

"O-K", was my somewhat bemused response, "Should I
bring anything?"

"Just yourself and Cheryl, clean will be adequate,
dinner will be about 6:30.  Do you have any
problems with roast pork?", Louise said.

"With homemade applesauce?", I asked hopefully.

"I can manage that", she laughed.

"See you around 6:30 then."

We hung up.  I looked at Cheryl. 

"We're on.  We're commanded to present ourselves
for dinner at 6:30, so probably better get started
soon", I told Cheryl, "Wear long pants, a long
sleeved shirt, a sweater or sweatshirt to bring
along, gloves and your jacket."

She jumped into my arms for a hug and kiss, then
wiggled down and headed for home at a run.  In
less than 10 minutes she was back with newer jeans
on, hikers on her feet and her winter coat and a
shirt in her arms and $40 for books from her
mother.

I sent her to the bathroom then we loaded up and
headed out -- with implicit approval to be gone
till late afternoon I chose an indirect route on
twisty roads.

About 60 miles out, I stopped at a convenience
store for a drink and bathroom break.  I bought a
quart of PowerAid and we shared half of it.
Fifteen minutes later I loaded Cheryl back on and
we headed on over the hill towards Watson.

We arrived at the bookstore and unloaded.  I put
jackets and helmets in the bags and we went
inside.  I watched to see what kind of books
Cheryl was interested in -- she worked her way up
through the kid section to the low end of the teen
books.  I pointed out Diane Duane's 'Young
Wizard' series, she looked at them, then agreed
to try my copies when we got home.  She picked out
two books that were at a higher level than I
expected then followed me into the science
fiction/fantasy section.

I picked out three books, checked the technical
magazine section then we checked out and went for
a late lunch at McDonald's.

Cheryl's choice, and I didn't have a problem with
it -- when I'm traveling and pushing, I
frequently eat breakfast and lunch at a Micky D',
the dinner at a sit down place.  

We ate, then Cheryl wanted to play in the
playground for a bit.  I alternated reading and
watching her -- she made sure I was paying
attention to her as she went through the maze --
after a bit I gave up on reading and enjoyed
watching her climb around.  

After about 30 minutes Cheryl came back and sat
beside me, leaning against my ribs. I put my arm
around her and she snuggled against me.

We sat there for several minutes then I asked,
"You want to stay any longer, or should we head
back?"

"Prolly head back, I want to look at your books",
was her reply.  

Since we were running a bit later than initially
estimated, I called Louise.  She was unconcerned,
but thanked me for the update.  We hit the
bathrooms and departed. 

Instead of going down the freeway, I made a
different loop home, shorter than the way out but
still on secondary roads.  About an hour out,
Cheryl hollered that she needed a bathroom.  There
wasn't a rest area very close, so I stopped at a
wide spot near a small river.

Cheryl took off her helmet and asked, "Where's the
bathroom?"

I pointed at a some bushes near the river, "That's
as good as it gets for the next 30 miles or so."

"There's no restroom", she protested.

"You could lean against a tree, or I could hold
you."

"Hold me how?"

"Like this", I pulled her in front of me and
turned her so she was facing away, then bent down
and scooped her up with my hands behind her knees
so she was leaning against my body and her legs
were stuck out and spread a little.  "With your
pants down, of course."

"But you could see me."

"You can lean against a tree, or wait.  We'll be
home in 45 minutes or so.  I'd much rather you
don't pee your pants on my seat though."

She looked at the bushes for a moment, then
grabbed my hand and led me into the clump of
brush.  She moved to where we were out of sight of
the road, then stood in front of me, facing away.
I waited for a moment, then reached down and
unfastened her pants and slid them and her panties
down around her ankles.  I moved my feet a couple
of feet apart then picked her up by the knees so
her knees were a bit higher than her bottom and
around 18" apart -- her lower legs with pants were
well clear of a possible stream.

I looked down and admired the view of her preteen
pussy, Cheryl looked up, saw me looking and
grinned a little, then she looked back down,
concentrated for a moment and a pale yellow
stream arched out.  It ran for longer than I had
expected, she must have really needed to go, then
slowed, dripped for a few seconds longer and
stopped.

I held her till I was sure she was done,
then turned and sat her back on her feet away from
the wet stripe.  Again, I waited several seconds
with her leaning against me, then bent down and
pulled up her panties, then her pants and buttoned
and zipped them.

I stood and held her against me for a moment, then
decided that since we were stopped, I should
probably go as well.  I moved a little away from
Cheryl, faced away from her and unzipped my pants.
My efforts to spare her modesty were wasted as she
walked up beside me and watched with interest as I
watered a bush.  I finished up and put things away
without comment, then she took my hand and we
walked over to the edge of the small river.

We stood there and I rubbed her back for a couple
of minutes.  "We should go on", I said to her.
"It will be a little after 5:00 when we get home,
then we need to clean up for dinner."

Cheryl turned and held her arms up to be picked
up.  I hugged her and she kissed me on the cheek.
"Thanks for taking me, Tom.  This is fun, I like
going with you."

She wiggled down, ran back to the bike and
started putting her jacket and helmet on.

We got home about 5:15, Cheryl wanted to look at
the Wizard books.  We went into the house and into
my living room.  She looked at the bookshelf
covered walls and asked, "You've read all those
books?  How many are there?"

"All those and more, most of them several times.
There's around 2000 or so here."

"Wow!, that's a lot.  Can I read them?"

"With a few exceptions, you *may* read them.  A
fair chunk I doubt you *can* read, at least not
for several years yet."

"Why not?"

I walked over to a shelf and got down a small book
and handed it to her.  It was 'An Imaginary tale,
the story of square root of -1'.

She looked at the cover. "Why would someone write
a book about -1", she asked.

"In this case, it's the square root of -1, a
number that multiplied by itself equals -1", I
told her.

"What's an imaginary number?  I thought imaginary
things were stuff that doesn't really exist --
like fairies and unicorns."

"Well, yes and no. Imaginary numbers exist --
mostly it's a lousy name -- it would have been
much better if the early guys had chosen something
else -- not now but as they worked through the
methods of dealing with complex numbers.  It was a
long time before mathematicians decided they were
legal numbers, engineers accepted them much
earlier because they are useful.  An imaginary
number uses the square root of -1 as the base
instead of 1."

"Can I try to read it?"

"You certainly *may* try, I doubt you *can*.  If
you get into it at all, you may come to me and we
will talk about it, but till you can do roots and
exponents, there won't be a very good way to talk
about the concepts.

"Where's your kitty", she asked,  "I know you have
one, we used his litter box on the oil last week."

"He's around somewhere, he mostly doesn't like
visitors and hides while they are here", I told
her.

"Can I pet him?", she asked.

"Well, that's one where I tell you that you *may*
pet him, can is less certain.  Sit down, be quiet
and read for a few minutes -- I'll see if I can
find him."  I went to look in Al's favorite hiding
places.

I came back in a few minutes with a large neutered
Siamese Tom in my arms.  When he saw Cheryl,
he tried a little to get down, I held him and
after a few seconds he relaxed some.

"Cheryl, meet Aloysius Alexander, my master."

"Master?"

"Didn't you know -- dogs have owners, cats have
slaves.  I'm his slave." 

Cheryl giggled at that, then put her book down,
got up quietly and walked over.  She reached out a
hand, moving smoothly and not too fast and stroked
the top of his head.  Al resisted for a few
seconds then raised his head against her hand.  A
moment longer and a rumble started in his chest.
Cheryl stroked under his chin, he raised it for
her, closed his eyes and the purr got quite
noticeably louder.

"Can I hold him?", she asked.

I looked at her and Al, him rubbing his face
against her hand. "A few minutes ago, I would have
said 'No', now, the way the traitorous beast is
sucking up to you, 'Quite possibly'.

Go sit back down in the chair and I'll try to put
him on your lap.

She sat, I gently put Al in her lap. Continuing to
make a liar of me, he butted his head against her
chin, kneading her lap for a moment, then curled
up on her lap and laid his head on her knee.
Cheryl stroked him and the purr volume increased
till I could have heard it in the next room.

I watched for a moment, Cheryl stroking Al and him
blissfully taking it as his just due.  "My, my, my
-- wonders never cease."

I sat and read while watching my cat seduce my
girl for a little while, then time was pressing.

"It's about time to wash hands and faces, comb
hair and change clothes", I told her.  Cheryl
petted Al another couple of strokes, told him what
a fine cat he was and put him down.  He headbutted
her leg a couple of bumps, then followed along to
watch us get ready for dinner.

I washed a bit and shaved with an audience.  I
insisted that she not help me change my clothes,
she did comb my hair and had me comb hers.

We headed for her house about a quarter after
six.  I noted with amusement that she left the
Duane book for later and took the one on imaginary
numbers.

Cheryl took me into the living room, her dad was
sitting there.  "Look at the books I got, Daddy."

He glanced at the new ones, then took a double
take at the math book.

"Tom loaned that one to me", she told him.

"Do you have any notion of what kind of a can of
worms you just opened?", he asked me with a
somewhat exaggerated frown.

"Probably not, but I suspect I'm about to find
out", I replied, "I did, perhaps foolishly, tell
her that I would talk to her about the content if
she really started reading it."

"You may come to regret that rashness.  She could
give the elephant's child lessons on curiosity."

Cheryl swatted him with her books. "Daddy!"

"Yes, Daughter?"

"That's not nice!"

"But true."

Cheryl stuck out her tongue at him -- I reached
over and pulled her into a hug. "That's OK, I'll
take my chances."

"You've been warned, on your head be it", was
Sam's grinning rejoinder.

"On a more serious note, welcome to our household
Tom.  Cheryl can use a friend who reads books
like that one", he said, offering his hand.

We shook and he offered a chair.

 "It seemed to us as if we should get a bit
better acquainted with Cheryl's new boyfriend.
Can I offer you a drink -- I have some good
porters if you're into dark beer, or we have
whiskey, vodka and gin along with the usual
mixers.

"I'll try a porter, since this seems to be a
command performance", I replied.  Cheryl towed me
to a recliner, then climbed into my lap.  I put my
arm around her and she snuggled against my chest.

Sam fetched a couple of bottles and handed me one.
I tried mine and found it good.  "That's an
excellent porter", I told him.

"Can I have some?", asked Cheryl.

I raised a brow at Sam.

"Up to you, if you get her drunk, you have to keep
her till she sobers up", was his response.

"Have you tried any before?", I asked her.

"Huh, uh", with a head shake.

"Well then, have a taste, you may not want more."

I handed her the bottle and she took a small
drink.  "Tastes kind of like coffee", she said
with a small grimace.

"True, one of the things that defines a porter is
that the malted barley is roasted till it's pretty
brown.  That caramelizes the sugars and gives it
the color and flavor", I told her, "You still want
more?"

"Uh, huh, please"

I thought a moment.  "OK, get a measuring cup, a
glass, paper, pencil, a ruler and a calculator.
Also, how much do you weigh."

"Dunno", was her response to the weight.

"Go weigh yourself, then get the other stuff", I
told her.  Sam watched with interest and amusement.

Cheryl soon returned with a notebook and
calculator and the report that she weighed 53 lb.
The trip to the kitchen had her mother follow her
back into the living room.  

"What on earth are you doing?", she asked.

"Not sure, but I think we are about to witness
contributing to the delinquency of a minor
combined with a math lesson", Sam volunteered,
"Cheryl wanted some of Tom's beer and he sent her
after this stuff."

"O--K.  Later though, it's time to come to the
table."

"You promise to finish this up later?", I asked
Cheryl.

"Uh, huh", she said with a nod.

"OK then", I poured an estimated two oz of beer
into her glass, then got up and was led into the
dining room.

Dinner was excellent, combined with an polite
interrogation.  Thomas Jenkins,PhD in computer
science, 29 years old, no SO at this time,
specializing in data storage and retrieval,
primarily database and data warehouse work.  I was
part of a consulting group, both design and setup
for new data stores and troubleshooting and
modification of existing setups.  I also taught a
class at a local university as an assistant
professor.  I spent a fair amount of time at
remote sites, perhaps 15% of the time I would be
out of town.

In return I learned that Sam, 50, was an engineer,
industrial machinery design, installation and
troubleshooting.  He too traveled more than a bit.

Louise, 28 worked as an executive secretary for his
company, she was set up so she could work quite a
bit of the time from home so she could be a mother
as well.

Cheryl, 8 (Very nearly 9), going into fourth grade
next fall.  Soccer, swimming and Brownies.

We finished dinner, Louise with Cheryl's help
cleaned up and Sam and I returned to the living
room.

"You want another beer?", he offered.

"I probably better wait till Cheryl gets back, if
she completes what I started, I owe her around a
third of a glass more", I replied.

"Just what is that book about, and how did she
come to bring it home?", he asked.

"She saw my library and wanted to know if she
could read my books.  I told her that with a few
exceptions -- I have a very few books that I'd
rather not have a kid read, stories that are more
than a bit nasty -- she had my permission, but
that I doubted she would be able to read and
understand at least a third of them.  She asked
why, and I got out this book as an example.

She took it as a challenge."

Sam snorted, "You'll learn.  Don't do that with
Cheryl unless you have the time and ambition to
finish it."

"It's about the history of the process of
mathematicians and engineers working their way
through the understanding of even roots of
negative numbers, specifically i, square root of
-1", I continued,

"It's not a very well written book, and I
certainly didn't really follow all the math.  On
the other hand, if she wants to work at
understanding the concepts, I will do my best to
explain them."

About then Cheryl came into the room at a near
run. "What's the stuff for, Tom?"

"Well, it's this way.  Other things being equal,
the effects of alcohol are pretty linear with body
weight."

"What does that mean?", she asked.

"I weight about 4 times what you do.  So, it would
take about 1/4 the beer to get you to the same
level of inebriation as it would me", I told her.

"What's 'inebriation' mean?", she asked.

"Amount of drunk", I answered, "So, I weighed 208
lb last time I checked.  You weighed 53 lb before
dinner.  We'll use those numbers.

How far along are you in math?"

"We're doing fractions this spring", she answered.

"She can add, subtract, multiply whole numbers,
simple division and simple fractions", her father
offered.

"OK, then, add my weight and your weight.  Call my
weight 207, that'll make the next step easier."

She took the pencil and paper.  "260", she
announced in a moment.

"OK, The bottle of porter holds 16 ounces. Now
draw a line 16 units long", I told her.

"How big's a unit", she asked after a moments
study of the ruler.

"What ever you want it to be.  In this case, I
would suggest 1/2 inch.  It will fit on the paper
that way."

In a moment she had a line 8" long on the paper.

"Now make an index mark every half inch on one
side."

With a little more coaching she soon had a mark
every half inch on her line including the ends.

Sam was watching in fascination, Louise had joined
him and was sitting the curve of his arm watching
as well.

"Each of those units can represent 1 Oz. of beer
from the bottle", I told her.

"Now, divide 53 by 260."

She set the problem up, then complained, "It won't
fit."

"Do you do decimal fractions yet? .1, .2, .3?", I
asked.

"Yeah", she replied.

"Use the calculator then.  Put in 53.  Now
divide. Now 260.  Now equals."

"0.2038", she read off the display.

"Write that down.

Now times.  Now 8, the length of your line.  Now
equals again."

"1.6308", she read again.

".6308 is just about 5/8", I told her, "So measure
1-5/8 on the other side of the line and make an
index mark."

She did.  

"Now label the big part '207' and the little part
'53'", I told her.

She did.

"Now, how many ounces of beer are in your part of
the line?", I asked her.

She counted.  "Three and a little bit."

"The little bit is about 1/4 so we'll call it
3-1/4", I told her, "You still want more beer?"

"Uh, huh. I kind of liked it."

"Sounds like my cue", said Sam, standing up.

He returned with two more bottles.  I had Cheryl
put the measuring cup on the coffee table, then
took the top off mine and handed it to her.

She poured some into the cup.  She went a little
past the 3-1/4 level, I took a small sip to
correct it, then handed her back the cup.

I sat back in the chair, Cheryl handed me her cup
and crawled into my lap, then snuggled against my
chest.

"Well, that process ought to prevent drunkenness",
Louise laughed.

"Why. mommy?", Cheryl asked.

"For one thing, it takes a while to do.  And when
you start to get drunk, you probably won't be able
to do the math any more", her mother answered.

"Unfortunately, I will be drinking four times as
much as she will using these methods.  Time she
gets drunk enough to not be able to do it
correctly, I may be too drunk to check her work",
I responded, "So, we will quit after this bottle."

I'm not sure how it came up in conversation, but
Sam and Louise were duplicate bridge players.  I
admitted to having played bridge in college, and
somehow wound up agreeing to play with Sam at a
club game at 1:30 the next day.

We finished the beer, I had a pleasant buzz and
from the boneless way that Cheryl lay on my lap I
suspect she did too.  She sat there quietly as I
talked to her parents, presently I noticed that
she was fast asleep.  I noticed Sam and Louise
look at us, exchange a small grin, but say
nothing.  

I sat there for a little while longer, by then it
was near 8:30 and the beer was mentioning that a
bathroom would be a good idea.

I poked Cheryl in the ribs a bit, her eyes opened.
"Sorry to disturb a wonderful cuddle, but I need
to find a bathroom and go home pretty soon", I
told her.

"K", she yawned, then hugged me and gave me a kiss
on the cheek.  I returned both and she slid off my
lap onto the floor.

I got up as did Sam and Louise.  "Thanks for
dinner, see you tomorrow around 1:00, Sam.  Am I
driving or are you?"

"Since I invited you, I'll do the honors", Sam
replied. "Bathroom's down the hall", he pointed.

"I'll just go on home.  It's needful, but not yet
urgent."

Sam and Cheryl walked me to the door, Cheryl
holding my hand.  "Night Tom", she said as I
opened the door.

"Night kid", I waved and left.

*************************************************

Chapter 4 -- A Date With My New Girlfriend's Dad.

Next day I arrived at their house a few minutes
before 1:00.  Cheryl opened the door and held up
her arms to be picked up.  She directed me into
the living room, Sam was there.

"It seems you have a kibitzer, unless you'd rather
not", He said, "Cheryl asked to go along, you are
permitted to say no."

"You do realize that it will be all afternoon, and
you will have to be quiet -- not talk and not run
around", I pointed out.

"Yeah, that's what Daddy said.  He told me to
bring a book."  She wiggled down and showed me a
couple of books.  The story of 'i' was one of them.

"I won't be able to spend any time with you on
that one till after the game", I told her.

"Daddy said that too."

"OK then, let's go", I told her, holding out my
hand.

On the way to the game Sam asked questions about
bidding systems.  I had played duplicate enough to
have some idea of what to expect, not nearly
enough to get good at it.  We agreed on a pretty
minimal system, weak two's, stayman, transfers,
negative doubles, blackwood and not much else.

Cheryl spent most of the afternoon either standing
at my shoulder and rubbing my back, or sitting
next to me and watching.

Sam and I did not win.  We were, in his words, low
mediocre, below average but several positions
above last place.  He seemed quite undisturbed by
our placing, said I didn't do bad at all for
someone who didn't play much.  On the way home, he
discussed several hands where I had problems, with
tips I could understand about what had gone wrong
and how I might do better another time.

I asked about his complacency about my skills and
he quoted my response to Louise about Cheryl's oil
changing skills back to me.

"And, as one of the people who tries to make the
local bridge group work, training students is a
worthwhile task.  You are very far from the worst
experience I've had with a new player.", he added.

Cheryl was reading in the math book.  "What's this
funny thing on the cover?" she asked.

"That's the radical sign, it means that you should
take the square root of the number under it."

"What's a square root?"

"Do you know how to square a number?", I asked her.

"No."

"You multiply a number times the same number, like
2 times 2", I told her.

"That's 4", she offered.

"Yes, and 2 is the square root of 4.  That one is
easy, as is 3 and 9.  If you consider the square
root of 5 it gets more interesting."

We got home and Cheryl led me into their house,
much to Sam's amusement.

We soon wound up at the dining room table

"5 doesn't have a square root", she said. "2's too
little and 3's too big."

"Yes it does. There are many numbers between 2 and
3", I told her, "More than you can possibly
count."

"Like what?", she asked.

"Like 2.5.  That's half way between 2 and 3."

She nodded.

"Then there's 2.75, that's half way between 2.5
and 3."

Cheryl nodded again.

"Then, 2.875, half way between 2.75 and 3. For
any two numbers that are not the same, no matter
how close together they are, there will be another
number that is halfway between them.  (N1 +
N2)/2", I told her.

She thought for a moment, "They go on forever
then?"

"They do."

"So the square root of 5 is more than 2 and less
than 3", she stated.

"Correct, it's a little less than 2-1/4", I told
her.  "To continue, have you gotten to multiplying
negative numbers?"

"Uh, huh", she nodded.

"What do you get when you multiply -2 * -2?", I asked
her.

"-4 -- no, 4", she replied.

"How about 1 * 1?"

"1"

"-1 * -1?"

Pause, "1."

<Authors note, writing in plain text, I can't to
superscripts, so I will write 2 squared as 2^2,
sorry 'bout that>

"Now we have a special way of writing numbers when
we multiply them by themselves, 2*2 is 2^2, or 2
squared.  2*2*2 is 2^3, 2*2*2*2 is 2^4 and so
on.", I said. "The numbers after the '^', 2,3 and
4 are exponents."

"Now, we come to the crux of the matter.  As you
verified a minute ago, the numbers that fit for
the square root of 1 are +1 and -1.  So, when you
try to do the square root of -1, neither number
works.  There is no normal number where n^2 = -1.

So, since it is useful in many ways, we create a
special number, usually denoted as 'i' that
satisfies the condition that i^2 = -1", I told
her.

She was quiet for a couple of minutes.  "I don't
think I understand", she said.

"This is not at all surprising", I reassured her,
"Most people don't understand 'i' very well.  Most
who claim to, just know that it means square root
of -1, but have no real notion what you might use
it for.

In a few years when you have done exponents and
roots in math we can try this again.  It will make
more sense then."

More quiet, then, "Will you teach me expon -- exp
-- what did you call them?"

"Exponents, like the 3 in 2^3", I offered.

"Exponents and roots then", she finished.

"OK, but--", I said slowly.

Sam sniggered.  No other way to describe it.

"But, what?", Cheryl demanded.

"First you will have to learn how to add,
subtract, multiply and divide decimal numbers", I
said, "To do that you'll have to be able to handle
complex and compound fractions."

"K", she said.  "Can we start now?"

At that, Sam lost it.  He roared with laughter.
"I Told You So -- I Warned You", he finally got
out, "Don't Go Near The Haunted Castle.  You Will
Lose Your Heart and Your Soul To Her Wiles."

"But by the time you warned me it was already too
late", I sighed.  "I think I still retain partial
rights to my soul."

Sam broke up again.

When he quieted down again I said to Cheryl, "The
short answer is yes, 'Rikki Tikki Tavi'.  The
longer answer is that I will need to talk with
your folks a bit.  If we work something out, there
will be conditions for you.

If you agree to those conditions, I will need to
do a bit of prep work, I don't have a syllabus for
teaching math to a fourth grader at hand."

"Rikki Tikki who?", asked Cheryl.

"Do you have a copy of 'The Jungle Book'?, I asked
Sam.

"No, sorry."

I handed Cheryl my keys, "Here, go over to my
house and get my Nook ebook reader out of my
briefcase."  I told her where to find it.  She
departed at the run.

Louise had come into the room to find out what Sam
was laughing about.  "Alright, what on earth was
that all about?", she asked.

"Rikki, Aka Cheryl, saw Tom's library.  She wanted
to read it", Sam said.

"I have upwards of 2000 books", I put in.

Louise rolled her eyes. "The two of them make a
perfect couple."

"He said she had permission, but he doubted she
had the ability to read quite a lot of them.  She
asked why and he foolishly gave her this one as an
example", Sam handed Louise the book.

She looked at it, opened it and flipped through a
few pages.  "And?"

"She took it as a challenge, as usual.  He just
finished giving her a quick intro to exponents,
roots and 'i', and she demanded the full course of
study."

"And?"

"He foolishly agreed, his only out being that he
said he would need to talk to us first."

"About?", Louise asked, turning to me.

I rubbed my chin.  "If I teach her enough to get
any sort of handle at all on the subject of 'i'
and complex numbers, it will put her into eighth
grade math, probably higher.  This is almost
certain to cause friction with some of her
teachers and peers.  The 'pink monkey' syndrome.

Incidentally, this is not a theoretical concern
for me.  Been there, done that.  Wasn't fun."

"I see", Louise responded.  "Do continue."

"I gather from things Sam has said that you feel
she has the ability to learn the subject, and
perhaps the drive to do it as well."

About that point Rikki/Cheryl came thundering in
with the Nook.  I spent a moment bringing up the
book and the story, she sat down and started
reading.

"Hmmm", from Louise. She looked at Sam and raised
a brow.  "Seems to me as if we might have an
opportunity here.  What do you think?"

"About the school?", he asked.  Louise nodded.

"Let us retire to the living room, this may take a
bit."  He led the way to the living room, Cheryl
followed with her nose in the Nook.

Sam and Louise on the love seat, Cheryl in my lap
in the recliner, turning pages nearly half as
quickly as I might have -- quite impressive for a
nine year old, I read at upwards of 600wpm.

"So, Tom -- were you serious about agreeing to
teach Rikki math?", Sam asked me.

"A qualified 'yes', but I'm not sure I understand
the focus of the question", I replied.

"As you probably suspect, she is a very bright
kid, probably well into the top 1%", Sam
said. "She is already at least a pale pink, a more
intense hue probably won't be a whole lot worse.

There is a private school for kids like her, we
were considering enrolling her there.  You agreeing
to be her math tutor would push it over the edge.
As a student in that group, she will be among her
peers which would help with your concerns about
'pink monkeys'.

Part of the deal is that it's partly classes,
partly home school.  The typical student starts
university classes at 14 or 15.

I know some of the school board and have
researched the situation.  I suspect that I could
get you a math class of 4-8 students, including
her, for a significant stipend."

"Welll --", I said slowly, "I won't immediately
say 'no' -- I will need a lot more info to say
yes."

By now, Rikki had laid the book down and was
obviously listening to the discussion.

"You said, 'A qualified yes' a moment ago", asked
Louise, "What sort of qualifications?"

"Assuming a voluntary tutoring, just for her.  A
class would be somewhat different -- Three
conditions.  

She has to actively work at it, I won't
nag, just will quit teaching her if she won't do
the necessary work", I answered her.

"She, and you, will have to put up with my work
schedule.  I was thinking a half hour session
two or three days a week when I'm not out of town or
otherwise tied up with work.

The two of you had to agree it was a good idea.

Doing it as a paid class with more students would
change some of that."

Louise and Sam exchanged a look.  Apparently a
silent discussion and agreement.

"We agree to your conditions for the moment Tom",
Sam said.  "I'll get more info on the possible
class and get back to you in a few days.

Incidentally, you are invited to dinner. It'll be
in 45 minutes or so."

"Dinner would be good, thank you.  I'll think on
the class as well", I replied.

Then poking Cheryl gently in the ribs, "Did you
finish the story?"

"Uh, huh", she nodded. "Rikki Tikki Tavi is cool.
Don't think I want to fight snakes though."

"I would hope you never have to fight for real.
But his curiosity, and his drive to do things,
even if they are hard -- you seem to have that
part down pat."

"Uh, huh", she nodded smugly.

"So, Rikki Tikki.  The name started out as a bit
of a joke.  Do you want to keep it, or should I go
back to Cheryl?"

She thought for a moment.  "Can I be Rikki just
for you?"

"You could", I hugged her.  She hugged me back and
snuggled for a long moment.

Then, "Can we start learning about exponents now?"

"Did you understand about the conditions for this
project when I was talking to your folks a few
minutes ago?", I asked her.

"Uh, huh", she nodded.  "I have to work hard,
and you won't be able to teach me every day."

"Nor, unfortunately, every week.  I spend time on
the road, and it won't be predictable very far in
advance.  We might be able to do some by email
when I'm gone, but most of the time I have to work
long hours when I have a project going."

"K.  But you're not working now."  

Sam lost it again.

When he calmed down I continued , "Yes Mistress,
At once Mistress."  Rikki thumped me in the ribs.
I made a show of cringing. "Beg pardon
Mistress. I am unworthy Mistress."

The more seriously, "You do understand that this
will take months, probably years.  If you just
continued in regular school, you would probably be
a junior in high school before you touched on
complex numbers."

She nodded.

"Do you have your books or homework papers from
this spring?  I need to know how far along you are
in math."

She hopped down, she and her father went to fetch
materials -- Louise went back to the kitchen to
finish dinner.

In a few minutes they returned with books and
papers.  I laid the homework out, skimming through
the last 10 sets, then had her show me where they
left off in the book.

I thought for a bit then wrote 25 problems in her
notebook.  "I want you to do as many of these as
you can, I don't expect you can do all of them.
For this set, don't ask your mom or dad, or anyone
else for help, nor look things up on the Internet.
I need to find out what you know, not what you can
find out.  You can look in your math book if you
want.

For each problem, I want you to rate it.  Easy,
Hard or Impossible."

"K", she took the notebook, snuggled down on my
lap and started to work.

After dinner Rikki and I shared another couple of
bottles of Sam's porter while he and I worked on
bridge lessons.  Rikki put the math aside and
worked on the bridge with me.

*************************************************
Chapter 5 in which I acquire a metalworking
apprentice.

When I got home from work the next evening, Rikki
came running over while I was putting the
motorcycle away.  She came into the garage, handed
me her homework papers and looked around.

"What's this stuff for", she asked, looking at and
pointing to some metal bars on a rack.

"I make model engines and other small machines", I
told her.

"Like what?"

I took her into my shop area and got out a
horizontal stationary steam engine model.  It was
3/4" bore by 1" stroke, single cylinder, double
acting -- a model of a typical medium duty engine
to power a large shop or small factory in the late
1800's.

I set it up, lubed it and connected compressed
air.  I had Rikki turn on the air compressor --
it had a fair amount left, but would run out in a
little while without power.  In a few minutes, the
little engine was ticking over -- running slowly
and with no load it was nearly silent -- some
quiet ticking as the valve mechanism worked.

"Why is it so quiet?", she asked. "In the movies,
steam engines chuff real loud.  Is it because it's
running on air instead of steam?"

"No.  Partly it's quiet because it's little.  Part
because it's running slowly and no load.  And
mostly because movie makers want things to be loud
and dramatic."

I picked up a small piece of wood then reached
over and turned the throttle up with one hand
while using the wood as a friction brake to put a
load on the engine.  The exhaust was open and went
putt, putt, putt, a putt on each end of the stroke
-- still fairly quiet putts, but a distinct
exhaust sound.

"In a working factory, the exhaust would go either
into a condenser or into the chimney -- in either
case, most of the noise would be hidden.  If it
were making much noise, it would mean that it
needed repairs.", I told her.

I pushed harder with the brake and turned the air
up till the pressure gauge showed 40 pounds.  By
now the engine was turning fairly fast and a very
noticeable exhaust note.  A smell of scorched wood
filled the air.  I held it for 10 or 15 seconds
then turned the air back down to idle. 

I showed her the brown spot on the stick where it
had been acting as a brake on the flywheel and had
her touch it to feel the heat.

"On a working engine, that heat would have gone to
do work, running machinery, milling flour, sawing
wood..  It would still have made heat somewhere,
but it would have been mostly spread out and not
as obvious.  In a sense, the system would have
been taking the heat from the fire in the boiler
and moving it to a place and in a form where it
would do something useful."

"Can I make one like this?", She asked.

I looked at her.  "Perhaps -- it will take a long
time -- probably more than a year if you work on
it for a couple of hours a week."

"K -- can we start now?"

I stared at her.  After a moment she wilted,
"Sorry, you already said you would teach me math.
I shouldn't have asked", she said in a small
voice.

I reached down, picked her up and hugged her.
"That's OK, I'm just not used to someone who likes
this kind of stuff.  Do you have any idea how many
almost nine girls there are that would ask, nay
almost beg, to be taught accelerated math and
metal shop?  Who would do math homework instead of
playing, by choice?"

She shrugged.

"Any of your friends that might join you?"

She shook her head, "Huh, uh, they want to play
with dolls and hate math."

"I would be surprised if we could find more than
two or three in the city, out of all the nine year
old girls.  That makes you pretty special to me."

I held her for a few moments, "How about we start
with a top.  That will give you some idea of what
it's like, and me some notion of how well you will
do at the work."

"K", she hugged me, then gave me a kiss on the
lips.  "Are you my boyfriend?"

I kind of choked at that, "Don't know, most eight
year old girls don't have boyfriends that are 29.
I'm a little older than your mother."

"Not near as old as daddy though", she pointed
out.

"I give up.  Lets make a top, it will get you
started in metalworking on something that we can
finish in a few days.  Here, call your mom and let
her know where you are."  I put her down and
handed her my phone.

"Fine, dinner will be at 7:00.  I will expect you
and Cheryl on time, with clean hands and faces.",
was the answer.  I went to change clothes, Rikki
went to pet Al.  

When I got my clothes changed, I fed Rikki and
myself homemade chocolate cake in bowls with Half
& Half poured over it.  She thought that was
really weird, and viewed soggy cake with
suspicion.  She watched me eat for a moment then
gingerly tried a bite.  Then another, and another.
I finished up and watched her scraping the bowl
very carefully.

"I take it that you decided you could tolerate my
method of serving cake after all", I said with a
small smile.  She blushed a little and nodded as
she licked the last of it off the spoon.

By dinner Rikki had the spindle for her top
with a hardened point.  Her mother admired it and
requested that I attempt to get more of the metal
chips out of Rikki's hair and clothes next time.

Next session, Rikki showed up with her hair
covered in a kerchief, and wearing a long smock
that she was instructed to leave at my house until
it needed washed.

**************************************************
Chapter 6 in which I acquire an official girlfriend.

During the next six weeks Rikki finished her top
and started a model engine.  She had a simple top,
a disk of 3/8 thick steel four inches in diameter,
with a spindle with a hardened end, a wooden block
with a hardened steel insert for it to spin on and
a fixture to hold it while you pulled a string to
spin it up.  With a good start, it would spin for
over twenty minutes before it lost it's momentum
and fell over.

We had a math lesson and shop session three
evenings a week and she was making good progress
in both. She came over after dinner for an hour or
so on many of the off evenings.  

I gave her a key to my house and instructions that
she was to come on in instead of knocking, just
find me and say 'hi' first off.  She did much of her
math homework at my house.  I would look up and
she would be working away, Al laying beside her or
on the back of the couch above her.  When she
would put her pencil down, he would frequently
move into her lap.

I taught her to make my mother's chocolate cake,
and most evenings ended with a bowl of cake and
cream.

I was instructed to appear for dinner after each
lesson session.  Usually followed by beer and
bridge lessons.  Rikki had added bridge to her
list of activities and participated.  That made a
fourth, so we generally played a couple of rounds
of chicago as a part of the lessons.

Sam took me to a club game once a week, after a
few weeks we got lucky and made the overall
placing.

She had her birthday and now we were 'Nine', not
almost nine.  A vast improvement.  She asked for
and got a promise of a full day trip on the
motorcycle as her present from me.

In preparation, I took her to one of the local
dealers that had a good stock of helmets and
clothing.  A pink flip face helmet was purchased,
with flower stickers along with a headset to
connect to my communication system.  I choose the
size to be just slightly on the loose side
figuring that she would grow faster than the
lining compressed, Rikki chose the color.
Apparently there were more little girls riding
motorcycles than I would have thought, it was in
stock.

That and a gortex riding jacket and pants that
were distinctly on the large side got her
outfitted well enough for the weekend.  We stopped
by Walmart and picked up some light rubber over
boots.  The weather was warm enough that a
sweatshirt for a liner would give her a riding
outfit that would make almost any plausible
weather tolerable.

When we got home, Rikki went into the house to
show off her new clothes to her mother.  I was
scolded for spending the money.  I pointed out
that it was traditional for a boyfriend to buy his
girlfriend pretty clothes.  

Louise looked at her daughter, proudly standing
there with the sleeves of her jacket past the tips
of her fingers and the lower legs of her pants
accordioned at the tops of her shoes.  She managed
to keep from laughing, but it seemed to me that it
was an effort.

"Whatever."

"As a much more serious point, those clothes will
keep her comfortable in chilly or wet weather, and
should an unmentionable happen, they will give a
great deal of protection.  So long as you will
allow her go riding with me, I'm going to insist
on clothing of this nature.", I told her.

Louise looked at me oddly.  "You know, usually
it's the mother that is fussing about safety, not
the boyfriend."

"And what about the relationship between me and
Rikki is 'usual'?", I asked her.

She looked at me and thought for a moment.  "Well,
you are a guy and she is a girl."

"Granted", I replied with a grin, thinking of the
view of Rikki's bald pussy as she peed during our
ride last week. "Is he really my boyfriend,
mommy?", Rikki broke in.

"You'll have to ask him, but that seems to be as
good a label as I can think of", her mother
replied after a moment.

"Are you Tom?"

I picked her up, baggy clothes and all and kissed
her on the nose.  "If you want me to be.  Al
certainly wants you to be my girlfriend and his
backup slave."

She wrapped around me and tried to give me a kiss
on the lips.  The visor for the helmet hit my
forehead with a thump.

"For the moment love, let's get you out of these
clothes before you sweat to death or give me a
concussion."  I put her back down and removed the
helmet, then the jacket.  She skinned out of the
pants and took the outfit to her room.

Louise looked at me with a bit of a strange look.
"Boyfriend", she muttered.

"I might note that you're the one that first
applied that label to me", I pointed out, "The
first time you commanded me to dinner at your
house."

"Yeah, I know.  You be good to her."

Rikki came thundering down the stairs and grabbed
me.  "Can we go work on my engine?", she asked.

"You have your math done?", I asked.

"Uh, huh", she nodded.

"You know, most guys buy flowers, wine and offer
to show a girl some etchings.  You buy riding
gear, teach math and show off your machine shop.
And teach her to drink dark beer, sparingly.",
her mother sighed.

"Works too", I said smugly.

"Dinner at 7", she said, not as a question.

"Yes ma'am!", I saluted her, Rikki echoed me.

"Oh, be off with the two of you.  You deserve each
other", she laughed and shooed us out the door.

When we got back for dinner, Rikki took me into
the living room.  "Tom's my boyfriend now, daddy",
she announced.

"Is he now", Sam laughed.  "Welcome to the family
Tom."

"You're taking that announcement pretty calmly", I
pointed out.

"Louise warned me.  And I could see it coming."

He looked straight at me, "You be a good boyfriend
now."

"I'll try", I told him.

"I expect you will", he said confidently.  "We
still on for bridge Sunday?"

"I was planning on it", I replied.

**********************************************

Chapter 7 -- Rikki's birthday ride.

Rikki and I rolled out a little after seven on
Saturday morning.  We had spent an hour on the
computer the evening before planning a route,
which we then loaded into the GPS.  Most of the
hour was spent with discussing desired
destinations and teaching her how to use the
software.

45 minutes out she requested a pee stop.  It was
quite a ways to the next rest area so I pulled off
at a turnout.  We took off helmets and jackets
then she led me off the road into some trees,
turned away from me and leaned up against my
front. 

"Now, hold me up so I can pee", she instructed.

As before I unfastened and dropped both layers of
her pants around her ankles, then pulled down her
panties and picked her up.  She checked to see
that I was watching, then turned the flow loose.
It didn't run as long this time, but made a pretty
good puddle.  I sat her down and she handed me a
tissue.  "Now wipe me", she told me with a grin.

"This from the kid that complained that I would be
able to see her pussy the first time", I muttered.

In reply she bowed her legs apart at the knees and
thrust her pelvis forward.

Since it seemed to be what she wanted, I wiped
her quite thoroughly, then pulled up her panties
and pants.

"Now you pee", she told me.

"That's going to be a problem for the moment", I
replied.

"Why"

"Because my sexy girlfriend just had me rub her
pussy, and guys can't pee when they're all stiff."

"You think I'm sexy?", she asked with a blush.

"Very sexy."

She held up her arms, I picked her up and she gave
me a long kiss on the mouth, "Thank you for being
my boyfriend Tom."

"Thank you for being my girlfriend, Rikki."

She laid her head on my shoulder and snuggled for
a couple of minutes.  About the time my arms
started to mention that she was heavy, she lifted
her head and wiggled down.  "Can you pee now?",
she asked.

"Cuddling with you did not help that problem", I
told her.  I don't need to go very bad, we can
stop again after a bit.

45 minutes down the road, my bladder was
mentioning that it was time.  I stopped again,
this time I went first, with an audience, then
held Rikki and wiped her as before.

We continued on the planned route.  I would stop
every 45 minutes to an hour for a short break.  If
I had been traveling alone, I would have gone
nearly two hours between stops, but with a
passenger that wasn't used to endurance riding I
didn't push.  I had budgeted the stops in when we
were doing the trip planning so we were staying
pretty much on schedule.

During the first 2/3 of the trip, Rikki clearly
preferred the rest stops to be at sheltered
turnouts so she could pee while I held her, later
in the day she was getting tired and seemed to
appreciate a regular sit down toilet.

We arrived home, on schedule around 9PM.  I walked
a very tired and happy little girl home, helped
her off with her riding gear, got a hug and kiss
and thanked for the day.

I went home, went to the bathroom, and wound up
masturbating to the memory Rikki's bald pussy
and the feel of it as I wiped her.

I masturbated twice more before I went to sleep
that night, thinking of her pussy and her grin
as she checked to see that I was looking at her.

***************************************************

Chapter 8 -- Rikki meets Dr. Jenkins and TomJ.

One evening a little after six, Rikki was at my
house for a math lesson.  We had just gotten a
good start when my cell rang.  I checked, it was
from work.

"Tom"

"Dear me.  Tell them that I'm in the middle of a
math tutoring session.  It'll be a few minutes
shutting that down, I'll call them in 10 or 15.

Have you called Frank?  I'll likely need him."

"OK, I'll check in when I have a better idea of
what needs to be done.  Sounds like an all nighter
or worse."  I hung up.

Rikki was watching in fascination.

"That was work", I told her.  "We're gonna have to
put the lesson on hold for tonight, perhaps a few
days."

"You want me to go home then", she asked.

"You don't have to", I replied, "I probably won't
be much fun though, my body'll be here, but my
mind will spend most of the time in the customer's
data center about 600 miles from here.  You
shouldn't try to talk to me unless it's real
important, if you talk to me I will probably
ignore you, and if you keep after it till you get
through to me, I may snarl at you.  I'll feel bad
about it in another minute or two when I get clear
back, but in the mean time you probably won't like
what I said.

In your father's words, be warned.

On the other hand, if you stay for a while you
will get to see *TomJ -- Database Wizzzard* in
action. This will likely last for a number of
hours, perhaps all night.  You can go home later."

"Sounds neat, I'll stay", was her not at all
surprising answer.

"Call your mom and let her know what's going on.  I
won't be to dinner tonight.  See you later", I
picked up the cell and dialed as I moved to my
computer desk to start the night.

"Good evening, this is Dr. Jenkins.  I understand
you have a problem."  Twenty minutes later I was
logged into their system and had a four way
conference call on my headset.

I was vaguely aware of Rikki watching.  She had me
lean forward so she could pull up my shirt and rub
my back periodically.  I sent her after Mountain
Dew, and didn't really notice till later that the
glass didn't get empty after that.

Around eleven we started a recovery process that
would need to run for a bit.  I leaned back in the
chair and considered what would need to be done
next.  I became aware of Rikki trying to speak to
me and thumping me on the shoulder fairly firmly.
A few seconds later my ka made it home and I
focused at her.

"Mom said I should try to get you to eat something
if I could."

I looked at the covered plate of sandwiches and
chips on a TV tray at my side and suddenly noticed
that I was quite hungry.  I turned my attention
back to the working group for a moment.  "Guys,
I'm going offline for a bit for a supper and S.O.
break.  I'll get back on when the restore
completes.  Call me if something bad happens that
I don't notice."

Rikki held out a sandwich, I took it with one hand
and used the other arm to pull her into a
hug. Noticing another urgent condition, I took a
big bite, then laid the sandwich down and headed
for the bathroom.

Back in a moment, I moved the sandwiches to my
recliner, sat, pulled Rikki into my lap and
started eating.

"That was a rather impressive performance", said
Louise from across the room. 

I looked at her in mild surprise.

"When Cheryl reported that you had gone to work,
and weren't really here I didn't really get what
she meant.  When I came over and watched for a
while, she was right, you had no idea I was here
even though I stood well within your field of
vision for several minutes.  You only responded to
Cheryl very slightly."

I shrugged and nodded, continuing to eat.

"Cheryl was worrying about you missing supper, I
told her that in the short run, it wasn't urgent,
but that if you really were on a all night
session, that you would need food eventually.  She
made you the sandwiches and brought them back an
hour and a half ago.  I came over half an hour
ago, we planned to wake you up in another half
hour or so if you hadn't come up in the mean
time."

"Thank you both", I told her, "This was a -- well
hardly life saver -- but really hit the spot."

Then to Rikki, "Well love, what do you think of
TomJ now that you've met him."

"TomJ?", Louise asked.

"*TomJ -- Data Wizzzard, extraordinaire*", I
replied.

"How many Zs?"

"Three, TomJ deserves three."

"It looked like you were doing three things at
once, and you really weren't here at all.", said
Rikki.

"I was and I wasn't.  TomJ was 600 miles away most
of the time.", I replied.

It took her a moment to parse the reply, then she
laughed. "TomJ is cool -- Dr. Jenkins was only
here for a few minutes."

"Dr. Jenkins was needed to deal with the suits.
They have smart suits at that company who trust
Dr. Jenkins so after I checked in with them, they
got out of the way and let TomJ get to work with
their IT staff.", I told her.

"Suits?"

"Upper management, the guys that go to work in a
suit and tie.  Ask your dad about them if you want
to know more before I get done with this job", I
answered her.

I leaned back in the chair, my arms around Rikki.
After a few minutes, her mom said, "We should go
home and to bed Cheryl.  Leave Tom to his
work."

"Can I stay?", Rikki asked me.

I shrugged, "Fine by me. You have to convince your
mom."

"Please Mommy."

Louise looked at me.

"She's welcome to stay.  She's been a bit of help
and seems to deal with TomJ quite well.  We can
get out a blanket and she can sleep on the couch
if she drops off."

"Whatever.  She doesn't have anything she has to
do tomorrow, so I doubt an all nighter will harm
her.  *I'm* going to bed.  Email status if you
aren't still working tomorrow morning."  Louise
rose and left.

Rikki and I sat there and cuddled for a while, then
I went back to work.

When I came back up again, it was 3:30AM.  Their
system was back in service -- another satisfied
customer.  Rikki was asleep on the couch, wrapped
in her blanket.  I had been aware that I had to
get my own drinks for the last hour or so.

I gazed on her sleeping face for a moment then hit
the bathroom and bed, remembering to send Louise a
brief email as requested.  I awoke a while later
as Rikki crawled into my bed and snuggled up
against my back.  I considered briefly insisting
that she sleep in my guest bed, but dozed off
again before I got up the necessary ambition.

When I awoke again, it was to Louise standing in
the bedroom door, rapping on the door jam.  

She saw me become aware, looked at me and her
sleeping daughter with an odd expression on her
face.  "Lunch in an hour?"

This woke Rikki. She yawned, looked at her
mother.  "Hi mommy, what are you doing here?"

"Waking you and your boyfriend for lunch since
breakfast is long gone."

At my guilty blush, she laughed.  "Relax TomJ, I'm
sure that after last night, you didn't force her
to sleep with you.  Probably didn't even invite
her.  12:30?"

"We'll be there", I told her.

Rikki held up her arms for a hug.  I noted that
her torso was bare.  I lay back, with my arms
around her getting a kiss on the lips and rubbing
her back.  I found panties on the bottom of the
back rub strokes which was both a relief and
disappointment.  My cock stiffened at the feel of
her body and kisses, she felt it against her leg,
reached down a hand to explore and giggled.

"I'm giving you a stiffy."

"True, sexy and beautiful thing that you are.",
I replied.  

Then throwing the covers back and sitting up, "We
are commanded to lunch.  Showered would be good."

"Can I take a shower with you?"

"Not today, we only have an hour, we better take
separate showers, taking a shower together might
take too long."

It took her a moment to work through that
statement.  She giggled, then gave me another long
kiss and let me get up. She stared at the tent in
my shorts for a long moment, pulled off her
panties, paused to give me a good look, then
picked up her clothes and headed for the guest
room and bath with a distinct wiggle to her walk.
I managed to restrain myself from pursuing and
ravishing her, barely.

"I hear Louise caught you sleeping with my
daughter", Sam greeted me as we came in the door.

I flushed, "So long as you take that statement
completely literally, I will have to confess that
I was."

"I got cold daddy."

"Yeah, uh huh", with a raised eyebrow was his
reply.

Rikki hit him, "Well I did, I only had one
blanket."

"Why didn't you get cold before Tom went to bed?"

Rikki declined to answer, rightly figuring that
the hole she was in wasn't getting any shallower.

"Tom's three people.  I got to see Dr. Jenkins and
TomJ last night", she said, changing the subject.
"TomJ's a Database Wizzzard, with three Zs."

"Is he now.  Perhaps you can introduce us
someday."

"Perhaps", I put in.  "TomJ only acquired a
separate name last night for Rikki.  He mostly
only talks to fellow computer geeks, and isn't
very sociable.  Besides he spent most of the night
in a computer room 600 miles away.

You'll probably meet Dr. Jenkins, professor of
computer science one day, if you get me an
interview as an instructor for your school he'll
be the one that goes to the interview.  You
already know Tom Jenkins, Rikki's best buddy and
math tutor."

"It was really weird and cool daddy, Dr. Jenkins
talked to the suits for a little bit, then he
became TomJ.  When he was TomJ, he didn't really
see me or hear me.  He let me rub his back, and
drank the Mountain Dew I got him, but didn't
notice when I went home and ate supper.  He didn't
see mommy at all till Tom came back for a while.
He told me he would just go away, I didn't
understand till I saw him do it."

"I've seen that happen.  Good thing you seem to
like TomJ, many people can't handle folks who
do that", he pulled Rikki into a hug.  She hugged
him back.

Then to me, "So, Dr. Jenkins talks to suits.  That
is remarkable.  TomJs are scarce and valuable,
top line computer geeks that can talk to suits are
almost unheard of."

"One of the reasons I get the big bucks", I
shrugged.  "I do have a hard time trying to be
both at the same time and it can take a bit to
switch from TomJ to Dr. Jenkins."

"That you can do it at all -- I have dealt with
one other guy who could", he said.

"Lunch", from Louise.  Rikki and I raced for the
table, the sandwiches from last night were getting
thin.

After lunch, Sam wanted to talk some more -- he
seemed fascinated about the way I handled
different personae.

"Well", I told him.  "Early on in high school, I
was mostly TomJ.  Had no friends except some other
nerds.  A few of us had RadioShack or Atari
computers, we played D&D with paper, along with
poker, hearts and pinochle.  Mostly did well in
school, but girls were a distant dream.  None of
the popular girls would have touched us with a
twenty foot pole, much less a ten footer.  And, of
course, the nerd equivalent girls -- well we
couldn't possibly associate with those dogs."

At the look Louise was giving me I added, "Yes, I
realize that our attitude was even more stupid
than it sounds when I tell it now -- but we were
14 and 15 year old boys -- what do you expect.  In
our defense, those girls weren't much better
socialized then we were -- it wasn't entirely our
fault."

I pulled Rikki into a hug.  "Being older and
wiser, when this geek girl wandered by, moving a
bit too slow to get away, I grabbed her.  Not
gonna let her get away either."

That got me a hug and blush from Rikki.

"My dad was aware of my social development, or
rather lack of", I continued, "And managed somehow
to convince me both that it would be worthwhile to
work on social skills, and even more important,
that it was possible.

He was wise enough to see that TomJ was a useful
guy, and skilled enough to develop Tom in
addition. And teach me how to switch back and
forth. With Tom going to school most of the time,
I was able to get a good scholarship at one of the
top schools -- and eventually I wound up here."

"A most remarkable man, my dad", I mused, "The
high school years were frequently quite stormy -- I
was 22 or so by the time I really figured out what
he had done for me.  When I thanked him for it, he
shrugged and told me that it was his duty.  To
really thank him, handle his grandchildren well
with their problems."

"What about Dr. Jenkins then?", asked Sam.

"Dr. Jenkins is more of an artificial construct
than either Tom or TomJ.  With the aid of a
mentor, I created him late in grad school.
Dr. Jenkins can dress for and talk to the suits.
He can write grant proposals and go to academic
functions and fit in.  A rather stuffy fellow with
a droll sense of humor.  I don't wear him any more
than I need to."

"I like Tom the best", said Rikki, "TomJ's weird,
cool but definitely weird."

"You did an excellent job of babysitting TomJ
yesterday", I told her, "It was a big help.  Thank
you."


**************************************************

Chapter 9 -- in which we become lovers.

On a Monday, early in August, my company got a
contract to set up a large data system for a
corporate customer we had worked with before.  It
would be over three weeks on site for me including
some of the weekends.

When I got home that evening, Rikki showed up for
her math lesson.  Since I would be flying out
Wednesday morning, we spent the time setting her up
for an extended absence.  She was disappointed but
didn't fuss about my schedule.  I skimmed over the
expected itinerary with Sam and Louise at supper,
and requested that Rikki have another half hour
the next evening.  

I spent several hours that evening setting up
problem sets for Rikki.

Tuesday evening we went over the problem sets and
I left her with a promise of a 15 minute chat
session on each of the scheduled lesson days,
tentatively between 7:45 and 8, with the
understanding that if work schedules conflicted
with this I would let her know by email and we
would reschedule.  She volunteered to babysit Al,
and we went over kitty maintenance.  Most
of it she had already participated in, so the
review was brief.

The work went well, the customer satisfied.  I was
able to keep my dates with Rikki for the most
part, I rescheduled twice, but made it up to her
by extending the chat sessions to 45 minutes.

She was a pretty good typist,  I didn't have to
wait on her very long to respond unless the
question was something she had to think about or
look something up.  The problem sets were email,
we worked out a method of her showing the work as
necessary, then sending me the file for scoring.

Her progress in math wasn't slowed much, mostly we
both missed the personal contact -- and of course,
the machine shop sessions.

I came home Friday night of the second week.  Per
email discussion with her and her parents, I
texted Rikki around 10PM when I got into my car at
the airport.  I pulled into my driveway and hit
the remote for the garage. She apparently was
watching since I was tackled by a 55lb greeting
committee as I reached for the button to close the
garage door.  I staggered a bit, then caught my
balance and swung her up for a hug and kiss.  She
laid her head on my shoulder and hugged me
tightly, "I missed you.", she sniffled.

"I missed you too, love.  This is a wonderful
greeting."

"Can I stay with you tonight?, she asked.

"I would love that, but--", I replied slowly.

"Momma said it was OK."

"I better hear that from her.  Besides, if you are
gonna stay, you will need toothbrush and jammies."

"K. Carry me?"

As I carried Rikki up to their door, Louise opened
it.  "The prodigal returns, I see.  It appears she
found you.", Louise said in greeting.

"She did.  I managed to stay on my feet but it was
a close thing", I replied.

"She has a request", I added.

"I know.  I said OK", Louise sighed.

I put Rikki down, "In that case, you need
toothbrush, jammies and clothes for tomorrow.
Scoot, it's late and time for little girls to be
in bed."

Rikki took off, not quite running, Louise looked
at me.  "I tell you -- no means no, but you may
say yes."

"You mean--", I said slowly.

"That you may permit her to sleep with you",
Louise finished up. "Don't try to make her do
anything she's uncomfortable with, and you don't
have to do something just because she wants to."

I stared at her.

"Sam and I need to have another family meeting
with you. Will your weekend schedule allow for
dinner tomorrow?"

About that time Rikki showed up with a small bag.
I hugged her to me.  

"I planned on math, shop and motorcycle with Rikki
for the weekend. I need to be at the airport by
4PM Sunday.  Tomorrow will be fine.  What time?"

"How about breakfast tomorrow about 9?  You and
Cheryl can let me know your schedule then", she
asked.

"Sounds good, see you in the morning."  I allowed
Rikki to lead me home.

She led me into my bedroom, put down her bag and
turned to face me.  "Take off my clothes", she
ordered"

"Yes Mistress, at once Mistress", I replied with a
bow.

She giggled, I pulled her t-shirt off over her
head, pulled down her shorts and panties then
picked her up and sat her on the edge of the bed.

I removed her shoes and socks then the shorts and
panties from her ankles.  I stood there, drinking
in the view of a naked girl wearing only a big
grin.  Her nipples were still flat on her chest,
no hint of breasts yet.  Her flat tummy had an
innie belly button, perfect for blowing zoobers,
her pussy had a faint blond down with a fairly
prominent pubic mound, the aroma of aroused little
girl pussy brought me to full hardness.  Her hips
only showed a slight flare compared to her waist
and her legs were quite firm and muscular for a
girl.

She let me admire her for a moment, then
sat up, grabbed my hand and sat me on the edge of
the bed.  

She removed my shirt, shoes and socks, then worked
at my belt for a moment.  It was in a bind where I
was sitting, so she pushed me over onto my back
and stood between my legs as she unfastened the
belt and pants.  I raised my hips for her to pull
the pants down, then held up my legs as she pulled
them the rest of the way off.  This left me with
briefs still on with my cock making a tent.

She giggled at the sight, spent a couple of
minutes exploring it through my shorts, then started
to remove them as well.  Again I raised up -- as
she pulled the briefs down they bent my cock, almost
to the point of pain.  As it came free, it sprang
back up a little past vertical, narrowly missing
her chin.

She giggled at that, finished removing my
underwear then came back up to examine my cock
further.  She grabbed with her hand, making me
draw a sharp breath.

She snatched her hand away, "Did I hurt you?", she
asked.

"No, love.  That felt very good.  You just
surprised me", I reassured her.

"Good, I want to make you feel good", she said,
returning to my cock.

She spent a couple of minutes, moving it this way
and that, then pulled me back to a sitting
position and gave me a long kiss.

She then crawled onto the bed, lay on her back and
spread her legs.  "Now fuck me", she ordered.

"I gaped at her in surprise."

"Momma said it was OK", she said at my hesitation.

I moved one leg down so it was straight, then lay
beside her, kissed her and caressed her pussy.

"I won't fuck you.  It wouldn't be a good idea", I
told her.

"Why not?", she demanded.

"Fucking is for people who just want sex", I told
her.

"You want sex, you're all hard", she grabbed my
cock to make her point.

"But I don't want to fuck, I want to make love
with my girlfriend.  But--"

"But what!", she demanded.

"You're barely nine, and not a real big girl at
that.  You can see how big I am, not real big for
a guy, but real big for a nine year old.  I'm
afraid I'll damage you, not just pain, but long
term damage."

"Momma said I'm big enough.  She said that
compared to a baby for a grown woman, that you
probably weren't all that large."

I continued to fondle her pussy as I thought, she
kept her hand on my cock.  I used my pussy petting
hand for a moment to move her hand up and down on
my shaft a couple of strokes then started lightly
tracing circles around her nipples.

"Mmm, that feels good", she purred.

"You feel real good to me, too", I told her.

Then after a moment longer, "Have you had a cum
yet when you play with yourself down here?", I
gave a pat on her pussy.

"I don't think so", beat, beat, "How did you know I
play with myself???"

"Because every kid for the last 50,000 years has
masturbated.  Probably longer than that."

If you had managed an orgasm, you would know,
believe me", I told her.  "Let's work on that for
tonight."

I tried a finger in her vagina, it went in much
farther than I expected.  "You seem to have
misplaced your hymen", I said to her.

"Uh, huh.  Momma helped me do it last week.  We
started with a fever thermometer, then used peeled
carrots."

I choked a bit, "How big were the carrots you
used?"

She held up her hand, showing a diameter a bit
smaller than my erect cock, "The last one was
'bout that big."

"And how far did you get it in?", I asked in
amazement.

She held up both hands about 5 inches apart.

"I give up.  You have to be on top the first time
though.  And I'm still going to try to give you a
cum first."

"K", she raised her head up for a kiss and I
obliged her.

I spent the next ten minutes teaching her how to
kiss, first getting her to open her mouth a bit,
then wrestle tongues.  All the while I was rubbing
my hand over her body, playing with her nipples
down over her stomach to tease her clit dipping
into her pussy hole for lube to rub her clit
further, then back across her tummy to her
nipples.

I then moved down her body with my lips, licking
and sucking on her nipples, then back to her lips
and repeat.  A few rounds of that and I moved on
down her body to her navel, sticking my tongue
into it, then blowing a long zoober.  She doubled
up laughing, then stretched out and held very
still as I moved on down towards her lovely bald
slit.

I licked her for a couple of swipes then had an
idea.

I raised my head from her lovely pussy and sat
up.  

"Why are you quiting", she complained.  "That felt
real good."

"I'll be back in just a moment, I have an idea."

I went to the bathroom and found a part tube of KY
jelly left over from a girl friend last year, and
picked up my electric toothbrush.  I rinsed off
the brush very thoroughly, put new batteries in
it, then returned to the bedroom.

Rikki raised up as I entered the room and asked,
"What's that stuff for?  You gonna brush my
teeth?"

"Nope", I replied.  Holding out the tube of KY,
"This is to make us real slippery when you try to
get me into your pussy."  Then the toothbrush, "I
read about a nonstandard use for this and thought
I'd try it. 

"Momma got me a tube of that to use with the
carrots, I have it in my bag", she said, pointing
at the KY.  I put my old partial tube aside and
got out her new tube without comment.  I guess my
boggle circuits had blown a fuse.

I put the KY on the night stand, placed the
toothbrush within easy reach, then grabbed her
legs and dragged her to the edge of the bed.  I
spread her legs wide, knelt between them and bent
down to her pussy.  From this angle, I could stick
my tongue into her hole, then lick up her slit,
flip her clit with my tongue, then suck on it,
mouth and gnaw on her whole pussy mound and repeat
with variations.  In a couple of minutes Rikki was
thrusting her pelvis against my tongue and mouth,
and babbling "more, oh yes, more."  She seemed to
peak without going over the hump so I took the
toothbrush, turned it on and applied the back of
the brush to her clit.  She arched her back,
raising her body off the bed from her feet to her
shoulders, gave a long drawn out "Oooohhhh", held
the arch for a long moment after she ran out of
breath then collapsed.  

I turned off the toothbrush, moved her back onto
the bed and lay down beside her, holding her in my
arms, rubbing her back and kissing her all over
her face as she lay there panting.

As her breathing slowed, she turned her face to me
to return the kisses.

"That was a cum?", she asked, still a bit dazed.

"It was, a most spectacular cum", I replied.
"Sorry to say, you probably won't get one that
good very often.  But even a little cum is very
nice."


"Oh, wow", She gave me another long kiss, then
snuggled against my chest and enjoyed me rubbing
her back.

After a little while she raised her head back
up. "Can we fuck now?", she asked.

"Nope, but we can continue to make love", I
replied.  "You want to try getting my cock into
your cunt I presume?"

She giggled at my language, "Uh, huh.  My cunt
wants your cock real bad."

I reached over and got the tube of KY.  "Get up on
your knees with your legs spread", I told her.
She did, I had her move to where I could reach,
squirted some of the KY into her vagina, then
smeared some more around on her lower pussy lips.
I then had her apply KY to my cock and put the
tube out of harms way.

I lay flat on my back and had her stand over me
then squat to where I held my cock vertical to
align with her hole.  I used the other hand to
help guide her vaginal opening onto the crown of
my cock.

As she applied pressure, I was pretty sure from
the look on her face that she was experiencing a
fair amount of discomfort.  I didn't call her on
it, expecting her to deny it, but watched
carefully for serious pain.  

"Raise back up till the pressure is just off, then
ease back down till it gets pretty tight, hold it
for a couple of seconds then repeat", I told her.

"No, not that high."  I repositioned my cock and
guided her back onto the end of it."

"Sorry", she grunted.

Five or six repeats with me going into her a bit
farther each time and the crown of my cock popped
through her vaginal opening.  She slid down a
couple of inches and her eyes popped open.  

She curled her body and looked at where nearly
half my cock was inside her.  "I got it in", she
said in amazement.

"You're the one that insisted it would work", I
laughed.

"That's what momma said, but your weenie -- cock
sure looked big."

I flexed my cock in her.  "Mmm, that feels good.",
she closed her eyes again and concentrated on the
feel of my cock in her pussy.

"Raise up a couple of inches then back down, you
can get more of it inside you.  We'll see if you
can get it all in or if I hit your cervix first."

She raised up, I stopped her as the crown of my
cock hit her opening from the inside, then back
down, getting another inch.  Three more cycles and
she was sitting on my pelvis with my pubic hair
solidly against her pussy.

"Oh, that feels so much better than a carrot.
You're  all warm and the carrots were cold", she
said dreamily.

"Does it hurt now?", I asked her.

"A little", she admitted.  "It hurt more while I
was getting it started in."

"Try raising up till I'm almost out of you then
sitting down again.", I told her.

She did, then repeated as her instincts kicked in.
 
In a few minutes, including a couple of times of
her going too high and me falling out, then
needing to realign, we established a rhythm.  I
started concentrating on the sensation of her
tight preteen pussy on my cock instead of getting
her started with sex, and felt my balls drawing
up.

As I got close, I reached for the toothbrush, then
as I started cumming in her, held her down against
me as I thrust upwards into her and applied the
toothbrush to her clit.  She went off again,
I could feel her pussy muscles milking the last of
the cum from my cock.

As we came down I turned the tooth brush off and
tossed it aside, not really caring where it
landed.

I pulled Rikki down to my chest and curled up to
kiss her while holding her pelvis tightly against
mine to remain inside her for as long as possible.

She lay there on my chest, her ear against me.

"Your heart is really thumping", she giggled.

"I expect so, that was a real awesome cum for me
too", I told her, giving her another squeeze.

"I love you, Tom", she said seriously.

"I love you too, my Rikki Tikki Tavi.", I
replied.  "May I keep you."

"Uh, huh, forever and ever."  She lay there on my
chest and her breathing slowed and deepened.  We
dropped off to sleep with my cock still deep
inside her.

I awoke around 1AM, chilled except for the warm
strip down my middle.  I had fallen out of her as
we slept.

I considered trying to clean up the dried sex
juices, decided they could wait till morning,
picked Rikki up and got us both under the covers.
She woke just enough to snuggle against me and we
both went back to sleep.
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Chapter 10 -- Waking up with Rikki

Even with the short night, I woke only a little
late, around 7:30.  Rikki was laying with her head
on my shoulder, drooling a bit on my chest.  I
laid there for a little while enjoying the snuggle
with my lover, then aware of the requirement for
breakfast with a plan at 9, started rubbing her back,
and kissing her face.  In a few moments, Rikki's
eyes opened.  She yawned, then grinned at me. 

"Good morning Tom"

"Good morning my love, my Rikki Tikki Tavi.

How do you feel this morning?  Sore?"

"Wunnerful, I really like waking up with you."
She moved a little and winced", a little sore
though."

She moved a little more, "Not too bad though.  Can
we do it again?"

"I feel wunnerful too.  And I really, *really* like
waking up with you.  But--", I replied.

"Yeah, I know.  We have to go to breakfast."

"And with a shower would probably be a very good
idea.  I expect we stink pretty good to someone
who hasn't been sleeping in the stink", I told
her.  "So, up, up, up and into the shower with
you."

She crawled out of bed, already moving more
easily, then grabbed my hand.  "You too, besides
you have to wash me."

"Oh my god, what kind of monster have I created?",
I wailed as I allowed her to tow me towards the
shower.

"Your Rikki Tikki Tavi monster", she told me
smugly.

I scooped her up, hugged her and kissed her on the
nose.  "And the bestest girlfriend ever."

**************************************************

Chapter 11 -- In which we learn some surprising
things about the parents.

Even with the explicit permission given last
night, I was a bit nervous as my skipping nine year
old lover led me by the hand to her parent's
house.

We came in the door, Louise looked at us and said
to me, "Well, I see she 'got' you, not that I felt
the issue was in doubt."

"Near as I can tell, she 'got' me when she begged
to add machine shop to math a couple of months
ago", I muttered.

Louise sensed my discomfort, "Relax Tom, from the
grin on Cheryl's face, I'm sure you stayed within
the guidelines I gave you yesterday evening, and
you are in no trouble with Sam and me for any part
of your relationship with Cheryl to this point."

Rikki led me into the dining room.  Sam looked at
us and said with a distinct grin, "Good morning
Tom-n-Rikki".

Rikki looked at me.  "That's our new name", I told
her.

She gave a slow grin, "Cool!"

"Mornin, daddy."

"Did you have a good night?, he asked.

"Uh, huh", she said, blushing a little.

"Quit that", Louise scolded him as she came in
with platters of french toast, bacon and
eggs. "You think back to where we were at that
point and show them the courtesy you wished you
had gotten then."

"Yes dear, I shall dear", he said meekly, hanging
his head.

She put down the food and gave him a token slug in
the arm, "I don't know why I keep you around."

"Because you love me, and I'm good in bed", he
said with a grin.

"There is that.  OK, I'll give you another
chance.", she replied after giving it a moment's
exaggerated thought.

"And I love you", pulling her into a 20 second hug
with back rub.  The to us, "Sorry Tom-n-Rikki,
that was a bit out of line."

"That's OK, daddy.  I knew you were teasing."

Louise leaned against him for another 10 seconds,
then directed us to eat.

Rikki planted herself on my lap and insisted that
I feed her.  That part worked OK but when she
tried to feed me -- well it was well that my shirt
and hers were washable.  A couple of mistakes and
she got the method and we exchanged bites for the
rest of the meal.  Sam managed to not laugh out
loud. Much.

After breakfast they directed us into the living
room.  "Leave breakfast, I'll clean it up later,",
Louise said.  "We decided to split this family
meeting into two parts.  We'll give you the
background now, then talk about it some more this
evening."

"OK", I said.

Sam led off.  "You have noted that I'm quite a bit
older than Louise."  He paused.

"Yes", I said with a neutral tone.

"About the same spread as you and Rikki. 

Next part of the story is that Louise has been my
girlfriend for what, 21 years now?", he looked at
Louise.

"About that", she agreed. "It was during the year
I was seven."  Then looking at me, "The
uncertainty is when the status of 'girlfriend'
would have become true -- it was a pretty gradual
thing with no definite beginning. I first met him
when I was a late six, and by 8-1/2 I definitely
claimed him.  Somewhere between was the begin date
for our love."

"We have been lovers for over 19 of those years",
he continued.

"I see", I said slowly.  Rikki was watching and
listening with a fascinated look on her face.

"So", Louise picked up the thread. 'Rikki', using
her daughter's new name for the first time, is
moving faster than I did.  I was two years younger
than she was when I first met my guy.  It took her
less than a month to get her hooks into you, then
three more to get into your bed."

"A little off the subject daughter", she said to
Rikki.  "Do you wish your eke name to be Rikki for
the world, for us here, or just for Tom?"

"My what?", asked Rikki.

"Eke name is more or less a nickname, it's a
Scandinavian term from centuries ago -- a name
given to you by your companions because of some
event in your life -- the name you are generally
known by.  It isn't permanent, it can change
several times during your life.", I explained.

"I want to be Rikki all the time", she decided.

Louise continued, "So, Tom, that's why we aren't
horrified by you and Rikki.  Like mother, like
daughter. 

It would have been very nice if my parents would
have been as understanding. When they caught on I
was 11 and they almost had Sam arrested.  I
managed to get them to listen, they finally
decided that since we had been lovers for over two
years, we were completely serious and committed
and agreed to let us continue.

I graduated from high school a year early, we got
married the next day.  I was sixteen and when we
asked my parents to sign the consent form daddy
sort of threw up his hands and said 'Why not make
it official, you've been married in everything but
law for years now.'  He never really did accept us
as a couple till we made him a grandpa.  Rikki won
his heart and he finally accepted Sam.  Momma had
accepted him years before, so it wasn't too bad.

We waited a year till I was sure I could handle
college and mommy at the same time before we
started Rikki."

Sam picked up the thread, "As you no doubt
noticed, Louise helped Rikki open up her hymen
last week.  The reason for this is that we did it
in the traditional manner.  Since she was young,
Louise had a quite robust hymen -- I had to push
quite hard to break in.  It hurt her pretty bad
and there was quite a bit of blood.  I was
terrified that I had caused serious damage, and
she wasn't at all sure I hadn't.  

Fortunately we were in a place and time where her
scream and sobs didn't attract attention.  I
pulled out immediately and used a washcloth to
apply pressure where she was bleeding.  In terms
of blood loss, the amount was of no consequence,
but believe me when you have two or three
teaspoons of blood coming from your lover's
vagina -- well terrified doesn't even touch on
what I felt.

We talked it over and decided to wait to see if it
got better instead of taking her to the emergency
room.  In actual practice, the damage was minimal,
quite normal for a first sex experience and she
healed with no problems at all.  On the other
hand, Louise was quite sore for a day or so, and
it scared both of us enough that it was two more
months before we got up nerve to try it again.

That time she had a little bit of pain, and we had
a trace of blood -- no doubt parts of her hymen
grew back together where the tatters were allowed
to be undisturbed.  The third time was very good
for both of us, and we've been at it at every
opportunity since.

I trust you will forgive Louise for robbing you of
the opportunity to bust Rikki's cherry."

"God yes", I replied. "I was dreading the problem
last night."

Louise picked up the baton, "We have one important
question for you Tom.  It's quite obvious that you
are attracted to young girls, or perhaps more
correctly, this young girl.  Are you going to drop her
when she grows hair and boobs in three or four
years?"

I didn't have to consider that one for an instant,
"No way, she got me, she gets to keep me for as
long as she wants me."

"So", she continued, "To the suggested terms of
your relationship with Rikki.

So long as you are a good boyfriend, and you are a
good girlfriend, Rikki, you may continue to be a
couple, as you have begun.

Tom, you will continue to associate with us to a
similar degree as we have been doing.  Sam and I
are confident that we will be able to detect
serious problems if you have to be with Rikki in
our presence on a regular basis.

Rikki -- Outside of this house or Tom's, or any
time there are visitors, you will behave around
Tom about the same way you do with your uncle
George.  You like him very much, but he's your
uncle, not your boyfriend.  You might hold his
hand, or hug him, but probably wouldn't kiss him,
especially not on the lips."

The to both of us, "Don't get pregnant by
accident.  I would, of course, prefer that you
wait till you can marry."

She paused a long moment, studying me.  I was
sitting in the usual recliner with my usual girl
in my lap, bonelessly relaxed against me,
listening to her mother with great interest.

"Are you OK with this, Tom?.  I know it's quite a
load to dump on an unsuspecting computer geek."

"I think my boggle circuits burned out half an
hour ago.  At the moment, I don't know -- I'll try
to have an answer this evening.

Rikki turned towards me with a bit of concern in
her face.  "Can I keep you, Tom?, Do you still
want me."

"Oh, yes!", I replied, hugging her.  "Whatever
else, I'm yours for as long as you want me."

She hugged me back, "I'm gonna keep you forever
and ever."

"But what about when you are sixteen and the other
girls have cool boyfriends to take them to
dances."

"I bet those boyfriends won't have a motorcycle
like yours, a machine shop like yours, or know as
much math as you do", she said smugly.

"K", I replied, "You can keep me forever and ever,
even if you do only love my for my toys and my
mind."

I gave her a long hug, she returned it then just
sort of melted into my chest as she lay there.

"I guess that answers your question then.  I'll
agree to tolerate you and Sam if Rikki gets to
keep me.", I said to them.

"Tolerate?", Louise said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, considering your dinners, excellent food
that I don't have to cook and good company --
would you go for 'Willingly accept your
conditions, and look forward to a long term
membership in your family?"

I could tolerate that", she said, primly.  Sam and
Rikki laughed at us.

"Off with you then", she said.  "You have chores to
do and classes to conduct.  Dinner will be at 7."

"Yes!! Ma'am!!", I saluted with the wrong hand
since the other arm was around Rikki.  Rikki
echoed me, but she used her right hand.

I poked her gently in the ribs.  Up kid -- up, up,
up.  I need to do some washing and we need to have
a math lesson, then do another set of problems for
you to work on for the next week.  We departed for
my (our?) home.  Fortunately it was a sunny day so
the grin on her face and the shine in her eyes
didn't dazzle any bystanders.

****************************************************
Chapter 12 -- The weekend with Rikki.

We unpacked my travel luggage and started laundry,
then looked over her math book planning the
lessons for the next two weeks.  I set up a video
camera and recorded the quick lectures I gave on
selected points.  I'd had the foresight to get two
copies of the book, so working remotely wouldn't be
too bad.

We fixed and ate lunch.  After lunch I worked on a
problem set and Rikki read, snuggled up to my
side.  For the most part we were able to use the
exercises from the book. I did some additional
problems that would challenge her, or illustrate a
point that I felt should be made.  I only needed
to do one to three problems per chapter, but each
one required thought.

I finished two chapter's worth and leaned back,
putting an arm around my lover.

"Tom", she said, looking up at me.

"Yes love."

"Will you fuck me now?  I'm not sore anymore."

"No love."

"Will you make love to me then?"

"No love --", then as she started to wilt a
little, "I'd love to make love with you."

She hit me in the ribs with her fist, "You're
teasing me."

"Yes Mistress, I am Mistress.  I most humbly beg
your forgiveness Mistress", I hung my head for a
moment, got another thump in the ribs for my
effort.

Then looking her in the eye, "I never want to do
anything 'to you', I want to do things 'with you'
-- my love, my Rikki Tikki Tavi -- and I feel the
distinction is quite important."

She thought for a full two minutes, snuggled
against my ribs with my arm around her, holding
her in a gentle hug.

"You're right", she finally answered, "It is
important."

"So", she said, raising her nose and looking past
me in an attempt to emulate a high born lady,
"I'll forgive you this once."

"Yes Mistress, I am most humbly grateful to be
given another chance Mistress."

I pulled her into my arms, stood and headed for
the bedroom at a near trot.  She curled up,
wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to kiss
me as I moved.

I tossed her onto the bed, pulled off her shoes,
socks, pants and panties, tossing them across the
room.  I pulled her up and stripped off her
t-shirt, then pushed her back down and stood there
and gazed on my lover for a full minute.

She giggled, "It makes me all tingly in my pussy
to have you look at me like that."

"It makes me very hard and tingly to look at you
like that", I told her, reaching down to caress a
nipple.

She lay there for a little longer, then rolled
away from my hand, got to her feet and pushed me
down on the bed to start undressing me.  When she
got me naked, she stood there looking at me, much
as I had done a few minutes before.

She reached out and grasped my cock, then rubbed
it a little. "Can I rub you and lick you and make
you cum like you did me last night?"

"You probably can, and certainly may.  You are
making me real tingly, looking at me that way, and
now touching me.", I told her blissfully.

"What should I do now?", she asked, rubbing a bit
more forcefully.

"One answer is, 'Just about anything you want to,
so long as it doesn't hurt you or me.' -- or did
you want to know how to make me cum right away?"

"I want to make you cum", she answered.

"Use both hands, squeeze a little harder, like
that.

Now rub up and down, making the skin move, pull
down till the skin gets pretty tight, then go back
up till the skin gets a little tight."

She started pumping on my cock, in a minute, with
a little further coaching, she had a nice rhythm
going and my balls were starting to draw up.

"Now, if you want me to cum real quick, use your
mouth on the end.  Be careful with your teeth, the
spot right under the head is very sensitive right
now.  Suck on it like a lollipop, then like
you were nursing on a baby bottle.

She clamped onto the end with her mouth and did as
instructed.  Another 45 seconds and I told her in
a strained voice, "Unless you want me to squirt in
your mouth, you better move your head."

She snatched her head back and increased the rate
and grip with her hands.  With her head out of the
way, I thrust up three times with my hips and held
it as I shot into the air, three big squirts then
a few smaller ones and dribbles.

Rikki continued to pump, "You put that much stuff
in me last night?"

I stopped her, and pulled her onto the bed beside
me.  "That much and more", I puffed.  "You gave me
a real good cum last night, even better than this
one."

She reached out a hand to my cock, then drew it
back.  I took her hand and placed it on my cock.
You may touch it if you want to, just be gentle
for a little bit.  I'm pretty sensitive right
after a cum like that."

She lay there, alternating fondling my flaccid
cock and playing with the strings of cum on my
belly and chest as my heart and breathing slowed.

In a couple of minutes I pulled her to me and
kissed her.  She kissed back enthusiastically.
"Is it my turn now, Tom."

"Not if you want me inside you, it will be a
little bit before I can get hard again, even with
my super sexy lover playing with me.

On the other hand, we could take a shower, you
made a big mess.  Then I could lick you and make
you cum, by then I will be ready again.

Rikki crawled on top of me, wiggling her chest and
tummy against me in the puddles of cum, giggling.
She kissed me again, then rolled off and started
pulling on my hand.  "Come on boyfriend, you got me
all slimy and have to wash me."

"Yes Mistress, at once Mistress".  I rolled to my
feet, scooped her into my arms and kissed her on
the nose.  Then carried her into the shower, my
cock already starting to rise again.

As we passed the toilet she stopped me.  "Put me
down", she ordered.

I did and she moved me so I was standing in front
of the toilet.  She grasped my cock, aimed it and
commanded, "Pee!"

"You should raise the toilet seat first", I
pointed out.

She did, then aimed me again.  "Now pee."

By now, I was a full half hard, and it took a
moment of deliberate relaxation for the flow to
start.  She used it as a nozzle to make patterns
in the water, watching closely as the slit in the
end of my cock spread as the urine squirted out.

In a moment I finished and showed her the approved
method of wringing and shaking a cock.  She then
turned and sat, stood up with a squawk and put the
seat back down.  I didn't laugh much.

I knelt beside her and spread her legs wide, then
reached over and spread her pussy lips.  "If you
can hold me while I pee, I can hold you", I told
her.

She giggled and pulled my head to her for a kiss.

She too had to relax and concentrate to get the
flow to start.  When she finished, I wiggled her
pussy for a moment then stroked it.

"What are you doing?", she asked, bending over to
watch.

"Shaking and wringing it like you did for me."

She swatted me, "Girls don't do that."

"I know, that's why girls have to wipe.  On the
other hand, we are getting into the shower, so
there is no need.

I stood and picked her up.  She wrapped her legs
around my body and her arms around my neck and
pulled me into another kiss.  That brought me to
full erection.

I held her weight with one hand under her bottom,
reached down to aim my cock and lowered her onto
me.  Between the drips of pee and her arousal, the
head slipped right into her vaginal entrance and
against her sphincter. As we had done last night,
I lowered her till there was fairly heavy pressure
then raised her till all the weight was off.  This
time on the third time the crown of my cock
stretched her opening and I slid in a couple of
inches.

Rikki had her arms around my neck, her face
pressing against my neck and shoulder and was
using her arms to lift a little then lower as I
pushed against her.  We worked at that for a
little, then it seemed as if she wasn't lubing
enough.  I carried her back into the bedroom,
still impaled, then pulled her off me and laid her
back on the bed.  I got the tube of KY, applied a
generous dollop to her pussy, then moved her up on
the bed and crawled up on top of her.  

This time I slid in freely, she was still
stretched out from a moment ago and she started
humping against me.  In another moment we had the
rhythm going and were both approaching orgasm.  I
held off till I felt her stiffen and push against
me, then let it go and pushed against her as I
came.  When we came down from the rush in a few
seconds, I had her move her leg against mine, then
holding her onto me, fell onto my side, then
rolled over onto my back.

I held her there as our breathing slowed.  After a
few moments, "I love you, my Rikki Tikki Tavi.  I
want to keep you forever and ever."

"Love you too, and want to keep you forever and
ever.

I want to kiss you, but I want to keep you inside
me -- and I'm too short to do both", she
complained.

"Sorry, looking at your mother, good chance you
won't grow out of that one."

"Prolly not", she giggled -- which pushed my now
soft cock out of her.  "Oops. Oh well", she
squirmed up my body and gave me a long deep kiss.

"Now we really need a shower, I'm sticking to
you."

"Can't", I told her.

"Why not?", laying on my chest, her face against
my neck, getting as much
body contact as she could.

"I have this incredibly beautiful sexy girl stuck
to my front.  I can't get up", this while I held
her against me, also getting as much skin to skin
contact as I could, between my chest, arms and
legs."

"K.  Guess we'll have to stay her forever and ever
then."

"Sounds like a plan", pause, pause, "But we have
to go to dinner in a little while.  To do that we
need to get back to the shower.  Better change the
bed too, and we need to go buy you a toothbrush."

At that she raised up and stared at me, "A
toothbrush?  Why are you going to buy me a
toothbrush?"

"Because I'm too chicken to take you to a sex toys
store and buy you a vibrator dildo", I told her.

She stared at me for a long moment, then broke
into laughter.  She hugged and kissed me, then
rolled off me and pulled me to my feet.  

"If we have to do all that, we better get
started."

"Yes Mistress, at once Mistress."
*********************************************

Chapter 13 -- Sunday 

We had a fairly quick, shower with quite a lot of
touching.  Time we got done both our genitals were
quite clean as were her nipples.  Rikki was a bit
surprised when I used the shower hose to force
water into her vagina, then let it squirt out.  I
did this three times to keep her from dripping in
her panties.

We stripped the bed and started it washing,
starting the dryer with the load from this
morning.  This left us with about 4 hours till
dinner, Rikki decided she wanted to go for a ride
along with purchasing the toothbrush.  She went
home and got her gear while I got the bike out and
checked it over. 

We hit a local drugstore, picked out a good model
of electric toothbrush and got several extra
batteries.  It was a bit of a guess, we had spent
a while on Google, but sadly, reviews of electric
toothbrushes used as sexual toys were sadly lacking.

From there we headed out on a two hour loop that
went up through some local hills.  The rest breaks
were snuggly, but Rikki took note of her father's
rules for public behavior and did a good job of
being a little girl out with a friend instead of a
lover on a hot date.

We returned in good time, put the bike and gear
away -- Rikki chose to store her gear with mine.
We did the next stage on laundry, and household
maintenance -- needful as I would need to depart
again tomorrow afternoon.
She took her overnight bag home to refill it,
walking beside me but not clinging.

Dinner was, as usual, excellent.  Rikki sat beside
me this time, we only fed each other a few bites.

After dinner, again Sam and Louise took us to the
living room, leaving cleanup for later.

"Any questions or thoughts now that you have had
time for things to soak?", Sam asked us.

"Up till last night I hadn't really cared.  Is
minimum age for marriage with parental consent
still sixteen?", I asked.  

"Seventeen", Sam answered.  "It can be done
younger with a court order."

"Do you have any further rules for us to continue
to be lovers?"

"Not really.  We've been watching you and Rikki
pretty closely to see if you might be an abusive
controlling sort.  Instead, you seem to want to
empower her -- enable and encourage her to do
things she couldn't before."

"Why would I want to do anything else?", I said
bemusedly.

"You shouldn't, and it seems *you* wouldn't, but
there are sick fucks out there who would.  They
are the ones that the child protection laws are
really about.  We didn't expect to find one in
you, but we were, are and will be watching."

"Well, for God's sake, if you see any hint that I
might be heading that way, say something", I
replied.

"That I will willingly promise", said Sam.

"Rikki, a short lecture", he focused on his
daughter.

"Yes daddy."

"You have gained the ability, about seven years
early to kill someone with a careless word or
action.  Most kids don't reach that status till
they start to drive.  A careless statement to a
friend or teacher.  Not cleaning up properly after
sex, even being too demonstrative in public with
Tom could get him accused of molesting you or
raping you.  

If he were convicted and jailed, it is not at all
unlikely that he would die in prison.  Guards and
other inmates are pretty harsh with little girl
fuckers.

Do you accept responsibility for Tom's freedom and
life?  You will have to keep up the charade till
you can marry, at the very minimum about that same
seven years -- probably eight or nine.  As long as
you have been alive so far, and three times as
long as you can remember much about that life.

So, are you willing to hide your love for Tom from
the world for that long?  Lie to your friends?"

Sam looked at Rikki and waited.  She turned a bit
pale as he laid the situation out to her.

Rikki hugged me and burrowed her face against my
chest and neck, "What should we do, Tom.  I don't
want to kill you -- but I don't want to lose you
either."

"It shouldn't be that bad love.  The two things
you always need to remember are 1) 'Never admit
that we have sex, not to anyone, ever, except your
mom and dad.'  2) 'Never agree to an examination.
Demand that they call your mom if they won't let
you go.'  If you can manage that, they probably
won't be able to do anything to us.", I reassured
her.

"It will be tough for a long time though."

She lay there for five minutes or more, an
eternity for Rikki.  After a while she raised up
and said, "I want to keep him daddy.  Will you
help me?"

"Of course we will, daughter.  We love you very
much and want you go learn and grow -- this is a
part if it, if quite a bit earlier than most."

We sat there for a while longer -- we seemed to be
done with the discussion, but neither Rikki nor I
seemed to want to end the cuddle.

After a while I got her up and we went home to do
more laundry and household chores, then bed.

This time we gently undressed each other, got into
bed, taking a couple of towels with us to catch
the wet spots this time, then lay there for a
while, kissing and caressing each other.
Presently Rikki got the lube and slicked us up,
then impaled herself on me.  I rolled us over onto
our sides and we made slow gentle love that took
twenty minutes or more.  At the end I used her new
toothbrush to get Rikki off and filled her pussy
with my cum once more.

Waking up with Rikki the next morning was even
better than before.  The only downer what that
this would be the last time for nearly two weeks.
I was scheduled to fly out that evening, next
weekend was scheduled to make the switchover to
the new setup on their system, then there would be
at least most of the following week for training
and tweaking.  Worst case I would still be on site
the weekend after.

I lay there, basking in the sensation of Rikki's
body wrapped around me.  I caressed her slowly and
gently, she woke a little, got a kiss, snuggled
against me and caressed me for a few minutes then
drifted off to sleep again.  

We got up around 8:30, did bathroom chores mostly
together except I was on the pot for a while and
Rikki got bored waiting for me.  She was right
there when it was time to get into the shower.  

This time, she decided she wanted to shave me,
since we weren't in a hurry it didn't work too
badly, almost no bleeding.

We fixed and ate breakfast, then finished my
packing for the next two weeks.  We spent several
hours working on her engine then it was time to go
to the airport.

Rikki persuaded her parents and me that they
should take me to the airport and see me off.  Sam
and I decided that worst case, I could take a taxi
home when I returned if it couldn't be worked out
for them to fetch me.

The next two weeks were very long in some ways.  I
had no idea how addictive sleeping with a lover
would turn out to be, the first night in the hotel
seemed very lonely.  I was working twelve and
fourteen hour days -- things were going well but
still intense.  

This had advantages and disadvantages.  While I
was working, TomJ was pretty well oblivious to the
absence of Rikki.  On the other hand, fifteen to
30 minutes of chat before her bedtime was all I
could squeeze out of my day.

The weekend switchover went well -- not as good
as hoped, much better than feared.  By Wednesday
eve, I was able to make a reservation for
departure Friday afternoon which would have me
landing at 9:30pm, same as last time.

Rikki demanded nearly minute by minute reports of
my progress through check-in and boarding, I sent
her a final text message when I got settled in my
seat, then shut the phone down for the flight.

When we were on the ground at home and allowed to
use phones again, I called her.  They were waiting
near the luggage pickup for me.

When I came out of the security area, Rikki
tackled me.  I was expecting it this time, so
didn't lose my carry-on luggage. Sam reached for
it, I let go and picked up Rikki.  She was
bubbling about what had happened since I left, much
of which was about her friends that I didn't know.

In a few minutes, my checked luggage appeared, I
got the handle and wheels deployed, then
surrendered it to Rikki and we followed Sam and
Louise to their car.

When we got settled in the car, I got a long kiss,
which was ended by the requirement that Rikki had
to have her seat belt on before Louise could pull
onto the street.  She leaned against my side as we
headed home, I put my arm around her and hugged
her to me.  In ten minutes I noticed that she had
gotten quiet.

Sam noticed her sleeping against my side. "She's
been wound up about you getting home since before
breakfast, looks like she came unwound", he
laughed.  

"Welcome home Tom.  I have a teaching job offer
for you to look at tomorrow.  You have a tentative
appointment with the board Tuesday evening.  We
should respond to it by email by tomorrow evening."

Louise pulled into my driveway.  I got out and
lifted a mostly sleeping Rikki out of the car.
Sam and Louise followed with my luggage.  I put
her down at the door, by then she was awake enough
in the cool night air to dig out her key and open
the door.

"See you guys in the morning", Louise said,
"Breakfast at nine again?"  

I accepted and they left for home.

I checked on Al, Rikki had been doing a good job
of kitty maintenance and no action was needed.  I
told the thermostat that the house was now
occupied, then picked up my lover for a kiss on
the way as I carried her to bed.

I threw the covers back and put her on the
bed. She lay back, bonelessly relaxed as I
undressed her, then myself, moved her over a bit
and lay down beside her.

"I missed sleeping with you while I was gone", I
told her.  "I missed you too, my bed was cold and
empty", she replied, rolling into me and giving me
a long deep kiss.  This brought me to full
erection, as I poked her in the stomach, she
giggled, "Looks like that part missed me too."

I checked, she was definitely wet between her legs,
"Seems as if it's mutual.  Any notion of what we
should do about the problem?"

In answer, she pushed me over onto my back,
crawled on top of me and attempted to impale
herself on my rampant member.  She had lost some
of the stretch we had gained two weeks ago, and
at first wasn't able to get me into her.  I
applied some of the lube, then helped keep things
lined up while she pushed, relaxed then pushed
again.  In a couple of minutes she got me past the
initial constriction and slid down my shaft to
where our pubic mounds met.  "Ohh that feels
wonderful", we said nearly in unison, then laughed
at the synchronicity.

She sat there for a moment, then started fucking,
taking slow strokes, out till the crown of my cock
was barely captured by her entrance, then back
down till her full weight sat on my hips.  As I
caught the rhythm, I used my hands to assist her
and rotated my hips to get part of the stroke.  We
worked at that, slowly and gently for several
minutes then I could feel my balls start to draw
up and my climax near.  I couldn't tell how close
Rikki was, her eyes were open, looking at me quite
possessively.  

"I'm about to cum", I told her.  In answer, she
picked up the pace.  The toothbrushes were well
out of reach, I hadn't thought to get one of them
when we got into bed, "Use your hand to rub your
bump", I told her.  No verbal answer but one hand
went to her crotch and started rubbing her clit,
and incidentally the top of my cock, vigorously.  

Both the sight and feel of this took me over the
edge and I thrust deeply into her, holding her
down against my hips as I squirted what felt like
a massive load of cum into her tight little
pussy.  She continued to rub herself for another
few seconds than gave a long drawn out
"OOOoooohhhh", went rigid as I felt her pussy
muscles milking my cock, then collapsed on my
chest, her head turned to one side.

As she did that, I too collapsed on the bed and
lay there panting, with my heart racing.

"Your -- heart's -- really -- thumping", she
said, using every other breath to talk.

"Yours -- is too. -- I can feel -- it with my
hands", I replied.

"Love you.  I want to do this with you forever and
ever."

Ever the computer geek, my reply was, "Forever and
ever is a bit optimistic.  You will probably have
to settle for 50 years or so."

Rikki hit me.  It was a feeble effort, she was
still coming down from her orgasm.  "You know what
I meant."

"Yes Mistress."

She hit me again, then hugged me, wiggled down a
bit to get me a little tighter into her hole, gave
a big sigh and closed her eyes.  

I lay there in post coital glow, gently rubbing
her back with the very tips of my fingers.  As her
breathing deepened and slowed, I pulled the covers
over us and let my eyes close too.

I awoke the next morning with girl kisses all over
my face and chest.  When I opened my eyes, I
looked into another pair, less than four inches
away and a pair of lips heading for my nose.  I
lay there for a bit, enjoying the attention and
rubbing her back as she continued to shower me
with little kisses.

"Good morning love, you make a wonderful alarm
clock.  Much much nicer than 'Beep!', 'Beep!',
'Beep!'"

As if on cue, the alarm went off by my bed.  I
reached over and swatted the snooze button with a
mild curse.  Rikki giggled, crawled over me to
turn it off properly, then snuggled against my
chest.

We lay there and cuddled a bit, then started
through the bathroom chores.  Shower was a bit
lengthy, but we were out the door in time for
breakfast.

"I noticed that you bought your girlfriend an
electric toothbrush", Louise greeted us as we came
into the kitchen.  "Is that a comment on her oral
hygiene"?

"Mooom", protested Rikki.

"Not at all", I replied with as much aplomb as I
could muster, "There was a nonstandard use of
an electric toothbrush mentioned in one of the
stories on line.  I tried it last week, it worked
well so I figured that Rikki deserved to have one
of her own."

"I kind of suspected something like that, I'll
keep batteries in stock", then noting the color of
her daughters face -- I doubted mine was far
behind, she relented.  "Breakfast will be in five
minutes.  You guys can set the table if you would."

After breakfast, Sam went over what he knew about
the teaching position.  The money would be pretty
good, to work with genius level kids sounded like
an opportunity that should be taken.  It sounded
like my work patterns could be accommodated.

Rikki wanted to go along to the interview.  I
pointed out that sneakers, denim shorts and a
'Born To Ruin' t-shirt would be inappropriate garb
for the purpose

"Events like this interview is why I created
Dr. Jenkins", I told her. "It's important to fit
in with the group that you are dealing with."

She wrinkled her brow, "So I gotta play dress up for
people so they'll like me?"

"Not exactly, the ideal clothing is a little above
what the people you are dealing with are
expecting.

If, after the interview, someone were to ask one
of the board members, 'What was Dr. Jenkins
wearing?', my goal is that he would answer, 'Don't
know -- clothes I suppose, seemed like nice
clothes'

In a very real sense, what I try to do is play
with their heads, make the part that worries about
social status go to sleep so I can talk to the
parts I want to."

"I don't understand", she complained.

"Not at all surprising, my geek goddess", I told
her, "In it's way, it is as hard to understand as
square root of -1."

I thought for a moment, "Supposing that I had been
wearing one of my best suits -- with a tie,
overcoat and briefcase the day you first came
over.  Would you have come in and talked to me?"

"Prolly not", she admitted. "Guys who dress like
that don't like kids."

"How about if I had been wearing a greasy wife
beater and a leather vest, a wide leather belt
with a wallet on a chain, engineer boots and had
tattoos all over my arms and a cigarette in my
mouth?  Perhaps long greasy hair and a beard to
top it off."

She grinned at the word picture, then shook her
head, "Huh, uh, wouldn't have gone close to that
sucker."

"But I wear the suit and accessories sometimes,
and except for the cig and tat's and hair, I own
and wear the other outfit occasionally as well --
well less the grease at the start of the day.
Would you go with me on a Harley if I was wearing
that outfit?"

"Yeah, but I know *you*."

"True", I told her. "But the school board
doesn't.  So I will do my best to dress in a
fashion that doesn't get their attention, so they
can talk to Tom instead of being put off by my
clothes, even if they don't realize they are
judging me by my clothes."

"So what kind of clothes should I wear?", she
asked me.

"Don't know, hadn't considered that problem", I
thought for a long moment then asked Louise, "What
kind of clothes would work to make her look like
she belonged, but not like a mini-me.  A dress I
suppose, perhaps a wool dress with a skirt, a
little fuller than straight, just below the knees?
Calf length socks to match."

"Can I, Momma", Rikki asked.

Her mother looked at Rikki in shock for a moment,
"Yes dear, you may -- although we need to give a
bit more thought about what kind of dress."

Sam looked at me, grinned, and shook his head.
I looked at him with a raised brow, he shook his
head again still smiling.  "Later", he mouthed.

Louise asked to see the clothes I planned to wear.
We went to my house.  I thought for a moment, then
got out a pair of light brown wool slacks, a light
blue shirt with faintly silver pinstripes, a tie
that went with the shirt and a slightly darker
sweater.

"This is my first thought", I told Louise.

She studied the clothes, laid out on the bed.  I
got out a nice pair of black shoes and dark socks
to add to the ensemble. 

After a moment she went to my closet and examined
the dress shirts hanging there.

"You have any commitments for the next few
hours?", she asked me.

"Not if you let me start a load of laundry first",
I answered.

"Do that and put on nice pants and shirt, then
come on over.  We're going shopping."  She and
Rikki departed.

I arrived at their door twenty minutes later.  Sam
opened it, looked at me and shook his head.

At my questioning look he asked, "Do you have any
notion at all of what you have done here?"

"I certainly don't have a clue what you are
fussing about", I replied.

"Not fussing, no way!  Marveling, that's what I
am.

Rikki asked to have a *dress*.  Near as I can
remember, she was three the last time Louise was
able force her into a dress.

Ride a motorcycle -- sure, why not.  Spend a
couple of years learning math so she can read a
book -- fine.  Learn to run a metal lathe and
milling machine to build a steam engine -- a new
direction, but nothing startling.

All of those expanded her horizons, but in
directions that she was already going as fast and
hard as she could.  Mind you, I approve, don't get
me wrong there, but none of those surprised me.

Getting her to dress up now --", he shook his
head, then grinned at me.  "Dr. Professor Thomas
Jenkins deserves the title of Wizzzard too."

Blushing a bit I tried the "Aw shucks, 'twarn't
nuthin.  I just tried to do the right thing."
shtick.

"'Twas too", he came right back.  "You got her to
see the value of dressing for the situation -- as
a constructive method of manipulating people to
accomplish a goal, and not in the sextoy way that
most women think of it."

Rikki came down the stairs at her usual
thunder. Her father pulled me closer, and said in
a conspiratorial stage whisper, "Dr Jenkins may need
to start a class in feminine deportment in
addition to math."

Rikki stuck out her tongue at him, he pulled her
into a hug which she returned.  She came over,
put her arm around my waist and leaned up against
me.

I looked at her, perhaps for the first time in
this way.  Her hair was brushed and shiny,
fingernails clean and trimmed. That wasn't unusual
for when she came out of the house.  She had
barrettes in her hair, which was.  

She was wearing long pants that weren't denim and
a short sleeved somewhat frilly upper garment that
rated to be called a blouse instead of a
shirt. Leather shoes rather than sneakers.
Probably the closest to dress up clothes that I
had ever seen her wear.

Sam saw me looking and grinned.  

"I see what you mean", I said.

Rikki looked up at me with a question in her
expression.

"A private joke, I'll tell you later", I said with
a little hug.

Her mother came in and rescued me from having to
explain right then.

Three hours and almost $800 later we returned.
Rikki had a nice dress, I had new pants that
complemented it.  My contribution to the trip was
to take her to the Birkenstock store for shoes.
They found shoes that looked pretty good *AND*
were comfortable.  Not slim delicate feminine
flats that you might stick on a little girl for
dress up, but nice shoes that could be worn for
hours but didn't catch the eye as being clunky.

I mentioned to Louise, "You remember the riding
gear that you fussed about, me spending all that
money?"

"Yeah, I know.  Not as much money as this, and
she'll wear the riding gear twenty times as many
hours -- if not more."

"Time I get her the electric vest and riding
boots, it'll be rather more -- but I'll be able to
eBay them for at least half when she outgrows them
and needs new."

When we got home Rikki and Louise disappeared
upstairs. Louise left instructions that I was to
change into my new shirt.

They came back down 45 minutes later --
I could have walked by Rikki at a party without
recognizing her.  My tomboy lover was stunning.

She was wearing makeup -- I knew she was wearing
makeup because I was intimately familiar with that
face without makeup. After a very close look when
she got near, I could see the faintest traces of
makeup but I really had to look.

Her hair was brushed till it shown and flowed off
her head.  She had a hair clip that had to cost as
much as the rest of her outfit, something that
simple and elegant would be expensive.  The dress
fit perfectly.  The effect was of a little girl, a
beautiful little girl who was dressed for an
important event, but not, as I had seen many
dressed, the faintest hint of kinder-slut.

She saw me looking at her, stopped, twirled
around, then grinned up at me.  "You like?"

I pretended to shield my eyes from the glare.
"You clean up real good Rikki", then switching
personae to Dr. Jenkins, "Cheryl, would you care
to accompany me to my interview with the school
board Tuesday evening.  I feel you might be an
asset under the circumstances."

She beamed at me, then, "What about TomJ -- does
he like Cheryl dressed like this?"

"Nah, I replied.  TomJ is terrified by a
broad that dresses and looks like that.  Now, a
geek girl named after a mongoose, wearing a
t-shirt with some sort of smart ass slogan, jeans
with a hole in the knee and tenny runners --
especially if she had a little grease under her
fingernails from working on a steam engine -- he
likes that kind of girls."

"What about Tom?"

"Tom adores you both, and feels very, very lucky
that you asked to help him change the oil in his
motorcycle."

She reached up her arms to me, I picked her up and
got a long deep kiss for my efforts.  

"Will you marry me Tom?", she asked seriously,
gazing into my eyes from about six inches away,
her arms around my neck.

I choked a bit. "When?", I asked, playing for
time.

"June 5, 2017, 7:30PM", she replied. I remembered
that June 5th was her birthday, she would be
sixteen on that day.

I looked at her parents, no hint of help there,
Louise was leaned up against Sam, he had his arms
wrapped around her and they were watching us with
big grins in their eyes, if not quite as evident
on their faces.

"You have the wedding all planned out?, I asked a
bit desperately.

"Not quite.  I don't know who you'll want for best
man.  Not sure who the bridesmaids will be either.
I want to have it at Lacie Falls if the weather
looks OK.  And a chocolate wedding cake with bowls
and Half & Half for those who want it.  We'll
have to get a court order for me to marry you when
I'm sixteen.  If that doesn't work, the wedding
will be June 5, 2018."

Sam started laughing.  Louise elbowed him in the
ribs, not real gently.  He pushed her away from
him and held her just out of elbow reach while he
continued to laugh.

Feeling that he should bear a bit of the pain,
I asked, "May I have your daughter's hand in
marriage?"

He looked at me for a long moment, sobering a
little, then turned his attention to his wife.
They held another one of their silent discussions
for a full minute, then he turned back to me and
made a small bow.

"Subject to you and Rikki still being best buds
and wanting to be married in seven years, and the
court approving the marriage, you may."

I turned back to Rikki and kissed her on the nose,
"K, you're on."


*************************************

The end -- for now at least.  
If more of their story comes into my head I may
add more later.