{ASST} Summer_Camp {Mr_Ed} MF, MFg, rom, inc, 1st

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.



Summer Camp

By:  Mr. Ed

He had been taking care of the camp ground for many 
years now, and seemed to move around the place with 
impunity, almost totally unnoticed as the kids went 
about their activities.  There always seemed to be at 
least one girl that he came to know each year, and 
they would get a little closer than the others.  Often 
he would wander out in the evenings, and on more than 
one occasion was joined by the girl or girls he had 
come to know that year.  He suspected that they felt 
comfortable with him primarily as he was older and had 
a head of white hair.  They seemed to love playing in 
his hair, but he had little he was willing to loose, 
and tried to discourage them, or at least restrain 
them from what they wanted to do to him.  There was no 
way he would loan any one of them his comb.

At the end of camp each year, he would receive their 
recognition when his name was called, and he was 
thanked for caring for the property, and keeping it so 
nice.  It always made him feel good when that 
happened, and he was proud of the condition in which 
he kept the grounds.  The camp itself was catering to 
the young city girls with thirteen being the oldest 
admitted.  Supported through donations for the most 
part, it changed from a fee being charged for the 
month, to a camp where sponsors would pay the fee for 
a child's attendance.  The owners were practical 
enough not to allow anyone in without a sponsor paying 
the fee, but somehow the camp was always filled close 
to capacity every year.


New Camp Year
Last year it had been a girl named Linda that he found 
getting close to him.  She did not have a father in 
her life, and seemed to adopt him into that role.  He 
had many long talks with her, and provided what 
encouragement he could to cause her to make the best 
of her situation.  When the bus pulled in with the 
first load of children this year, she bolted off the 
bus and ran straight into his arms, crying because she 
was so happy to see him again.

"I'm so glad to see you again, Uncle Bruce," she 
declared, using the name she had come to know him by.  
"So much has happened, and I almost didn't get to come 
to camp!  I had to find a store near my new home and 
begged him to pay my fee.  It was only a couple of 
days ago that he finally did.  I missed you, so much, 
Uncle Bruce!"

"We have lots of time to see each other later, Linda, 
and it is good to see you again this year.  Now you go 
back and join the others, and we will meet up after 
the camp introductions and room assignments."

"Okay, Uncle Bruce," she said as she dried away the 
tears.  "I'm just so happy to see you again!  You were 
so good to me last year!  I think I love you, sir!"

Bruce had to walk her back towards the group, and when 
he saw her respond to her name being called, he turned 
back to what he had been doing.  His heart felt a 
little warmer, for it was the first time one of the 
girls had returned a second year, and it was nice that 
she remembered him so fondly.

Later that day, during the twilight hours, he was 
wandering down beside the lake front.  The girls were 
being given their first chance at a swim for this 
year, and the sounds of the play and laughter were 
heart warming.  As he turned to go a little further 
away from the main grounds, Linda came up and slipped 
her hand into his.

"Where are you going, Uncle Bruce?" she asked.

"My work for the day is done, Linda, so I was just 
taking a wander around and relaxing," he told her.  
"Why don't you go back and have your first swim for 
this year?" he suggested to her.

"I'll get lots of time for swimming during the next 
month, but right now, I want to talk to the man I had 
to work so hard to see again."

"Then why don't you go back to your cabin and change 
out of your bathing suit," he suggested.  "I'd be 
happy to wait for you."

"We walked and talked last year when I was wearing my 
bathing suit, Uncle Bruce.  Do you remember?"

"How could I forget when you pulled it down to have a 
pee in the bush?" he asked.  "You must be more careful 
about doing something like that, Linda," he told her.  
"It is dangerous, especially when you are such a 
pretty young girl!"

"Well thank you, sir!" she declared.  "But I am 
careful, and you are the only man that I would ever do 
that with.  But I've got things to tell you!"

"Then let's sit over on that log, and have a talk," he 
suggested.  She tried to get there a little faster by 
pulling him by his hand over to the log.  He got there 
at his own pace, and eventually they sat down 
together.


Family Tragedy
"My mom died last winter," she told him, breaking out 
into tears.

"Oh, Linda!" he exclaimed.  "I am so sorry to hear 
that!  So what is happening to you now?  Are you 
living with family?"

She was crying too hard to speak and shook her head in 
a negative response.  Then she stood up and wrapped 
herself around him, the tears bursting out of her in 
deep, heart felt sobs.  She didn't notice the senior 
camp counsellor coming up to them, but Bruce had 
noticed, and beckoned her over.

"Linda tells me her mother died last winter," he told 
the counsellor.  "I don't know where she is living 
now, since she hasn't been able to tell me yet.  
Perhaps you could give her some special help in 
dealing with it?"

"She is already getting help from the person that she 
needs to get help from.  I was just coming to look for 
you to tell you of her loss, and ask that you give her 
as much time as you can spare.  She needs your time, 
Mr. Burns.  She needs you more than anyone else she 
has ever known or that is here in this camp.  Please 
do what you can!" she requested.

Linda had slowed down the tears when Uncle Bruce was 
talking to somebody else, and turned to see who it 
was.  She still clung herself to him, as she tried to 
smile at the counsellor, and then turned back to 
burying her face on his shoulder.  His hands rubbing 
the small of her back helped her calm down again, and 
finally she looked up to find the counsellor gone, and 
they were alone on the beach.

"I'm living with foster parents, and I hate it," she 
told him.  "The only thing they seem to want is to 
collect their money every month.  They give me food 
but they don't even hold my hand or say good night or 
anything!  There are eight of us living there, and she 
only knows if we are there by counting heads as they 
call it."

"There is not much I'd be able to do to help you with 
that part, darling," he told her.  I will make some 
inquiries about it, and see if there is some way to 
find you a new home with different foster parents.  In 
the mean while, you are here for a month, and can 
enjoy yourself, as a young girl should.  Make the best 
of this time, and I'll look into when you go back 
home.  Okay?"

"I don't have a home anymore," she told him.  "You are 
the only person that has ever shown me you care, and 
you don't even need to be bothered by a pesky little 
girl, but you do anyway.  I love you, Uncle Bruce.  
You can't know how much, and I don't know how to tell 
you."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Bruce," she continued.  "I didn't 
mean to wet up your shirt front like that!"  He looked 
down at his shirt, and for the first time became aware 
that his shirt was wet from her bathing suit, and her 
tears up on his shoulder.

"Something tells me that it will dry, Linda," he said.  
"That is not to worry about."



Trusting Innocence
"Would you come with me for a moment?" she asked 
holding out her hand to him.  He got up, and was led 
over to some bushes a little further from the water 
than the log they were using as a bench.  Without a 
word, she pulled down the shoulder straps of her 
bathing suit, and pulled it down to her knees.  Then 
she crouched down and the urine started to flow.  He 
had to admire the trusting innocence of the young 
girl, now supporting two much fuller formed breasts 
than she had last year, but still without any pubic 
hair.  When she finished, she stood up, and pulled the 
bathing suit back up, and hand in hand they returned 
to the log.

"You are the only man that I would ever let see me do 
that, Uncle Bruce.  I don't know if that gives you an 
idea of how much I love you, but I really do!"

"It is not right for you to do that in front of me 
though, Linda," he told her.  "As nice as it is to see 
a pretty young girl, your body is private, and should 
not be shown until you find the young man that you 
choose to share it with, and even then, it should only 
be when you are married."

"Well, Uncle Bruce," she replied, "I understand what 
you have said.  But what you don't understand is that 
is I have chosen to give you my trust, and I don't 
care that you are older than I am.  You are the only 
person that I do trust, and care about."

"Thank you for that, Linda," he said to her.  "What we 
need to do right now, though, is try and help you get 
through the next month, and make sure you have a good 
time while doing it.  Then we need to see what can be 
done about your home situation, and we will go from 
there.  I am in the best position to look into your 
home, so leave that with me for the time being.  That 
only leaves you with one thing to do right now, and 
that is enjoying yourself for the next month while you 
are here at camp.  Can you handle that?"

"Yes, Uncle Bruce," she replied.  "See what I mean?  
Only you could take all my problems away, and leave me 
with having fun!  You are the greatest, Uncle Bruce, 
and I still love you!"

"Truth be known, I guess I love you too, Linda," he 
said.  "Now why don't you get back to camp and find 
out what everyone else is doing.  I bet you are 
missing out on some fun right now!"

"I'm willing to go back if you walk with me," she 
said, "but I am having fun, as being with you is fun 
to me!"  Hand in hand, they walked back to the main 
campground, and found the cabin she had been assigned 
to.  He said good night to her, and left her at the 
door, while he returned to his own quarters, since it 
was too dark for any more wandering about.



Counsellor's Observations
"Whatever you said to her last night, she came back a 
different girl than the one that arrived yesterday, 
Mr. Bruce," said the counsellor as she approached him 
where he was working.  "The change is just marvelous, 
and she is happy, and nice to be around, getting along 
with all the other girls, and even taking charge in a 
leadership role.  Whatever it is, sir, you need to 
bottle it and sell it for it would be worth a 
fortune."

"Well, that is good to hear, but I've been wanting to 
talk to you about Linda," he said.  "Could I take some 
of your time now?"

"Unless there is an immediate matter to deal with, any 
time you need to speak to me, please do not hesitate.  
What may I do for you?" she asked.  Bruce described 
the home situation as Linda had related it to him, and 
wondered if there was anything she could do to correct 
the problem.  He admitted he had only heard one side 
of the story, but suspected it was based in fact, and 
that he had no way to substantiate the claims.  Would 
you have any contacts that could investigate her 
claims, and look into the allegations for the sake of 
the other children there?"

"I won't make any promises, but I will certainly try 
to find out what is going on," she replied.  "I don't 
think I should use my contacts just at the moment, but 
when I can learn a little more, that may influence my 
decision.  Please give me a chance to look into it, 
and thank you for caring so much.  I begin to see why 
Linda puts such faith in you, for you really are a 
caring person."  He smiled, and thanked her, and then 
returned to what he was doing.



Waterside Conversation
That evening, he was sitting down at the waters edge 
on the beach.  Somehow he had found his way to the 
same log he had been on last night with Linda, and he 
was still troubled by what she had said relating to 
her home life.  His thoughts were keeping his full 
attention, so he did not hear the approach of somebody 
from behind, and only knew of the presence when his 
eyes were covered by a pair of small little hands.  
"Guess who," came the very feminine and small voice 
from behind him.

"Sounds like a six foot quarter back of the local 
football club to me," he said.  "Is that Fred 
Magillicutty?" he asked.

"Oh, Uncle Bruce," she exclaimed in frustration.  "I 
can never fool you, and ... come to think of it, I guess 
I'm glad of that!  That's part of why I feel safe with 
you!" she said as she sat down beside him.

"So how was your day, Linda?" he asked.  "I've heard 
some pretty good reports about you!"

"Oh yea?" she responded.  "Well, I did as you told me 
to do, and had fun.  All day I watched you working 
around the camp, and I don't think you noticed me even 
once.  You were busy, though, so I guess I couldn't 
expect anything different."

"Well you would be wrong, for I also saw you doing 
things with the other girls, and it made me feel good 
that you did seem to be having fun.  You need that 
right now, so keep it up!"

"I will, Uncle Bruce," she declared, "and it is all 
thanks to you.  I don't know how you did it, but you 
washed away all my other cares, and all I had to do 
was have fun!  It was really great!  Oh, by the way, I 
brought this for you," she said as she handed him a 
big bright red apple."

"Well now, isn't that sweet!" he said with genuine 
surprise.  "Thank you, darling.  Would you share it 
with me?"

"Maybe just a little piece," she said.  "Thanks Uncle 
Bruce."  He got out his knife, and cut her offering 
into two pieces, passing one to her.

"No way!" she declared.  "I brought it for you!  Cut 
this in half again, please," she requested.  He did 
that, and she took back the quarter apple, leaving him 
with the remainder.



History Revealed
"Were you ever married, Uncle Bruce," she asked.

"Many years ago, Linda," he replied.

"So how come she is not still with you?" she 
persisted.

"She is, darling, every day!" he told her.  "She lives 
in my heart, for as long as I am alive."

"What do you mean, Uncle Bruce?" she questioned 
further.

"She died in a car accident several years ago, 
darling," he explained.  "Just before I came up her to 
work at the camp."

"I'm so sorry," declared Linda with complete 
sincerity.  "So I wasn't the only one to loose 
somebody.  You really miss her don't you Uncle Bruce?"

"Very much," he said as a shiver passed through his 
body.  "So was so gentle and kind and loving, and a 
real good looking woman, too!"

"Have you had any girl friends since she died?"  Linda 
asked.

"Every year I get a new girl friend, but this year 
looks like it will be different.  This year you came 
back to the camp, and so you are the longest lasting 
girl friend I've had!"

"Man, you sure know how to make a girl feel good!" she 
exclaimed.  "Thank you, Uncle Bruce.  I love that you 
call me your girl friend!"

"So what about your love life?" he asked.  "Have you 
met any young man that you like yet?"

"I met one guy that I've fallen in love with, Uncle 
Bruce.  He is the kindest, smartest and greatest guy I 
think that ever lived.  No matter what I tell him, he 
always understands, and knows just how to make me feel 
good.  You would really like him, Uncle Bruce, cause 
he is such a great guy.  I'd do anything for him, 
anytime, anyway that he wanted."

"Now this is sounding serious, Linda," he said.  "You 
are, what, twelve now?"  She nodded yes.  "I guess we 
should talk about boys, for I think there are some 
things you need to know, if you are so serious about 
him."

"I don't think you need to tell me about those things, 
for you already know the guy I'm in love with.  You 
are the only man I've ever loved, Uncle Bruce!"



Great Rewards
"You little smartie pants!  You are going to get a 
good tickling for that one," he said as he reached for 
her.  She dodged his hands, and then ran down the 
beach a little way, and he followed her at a 
surprisingly good speed.  He caught her, and grabbed 
her waist, picked her up off the sand, and began 
tickling her at her waist.  She laughed and fell back 
on the sand, but he did not let up as she squirmed 
under his relentless attack.  In her twisting around, 
her little skirt came up about her waist, exposing her 
panties, but he still persisted.

"I give, Uncle Bruce," she said amidst the giggles.  
"I give up!"  Finally he stopped, and she lay back 
smiling at him.  "That was wonderful, Uncle Bruce!  I 
really do love you, you know!"

"Well, I love you too, Linda," he declared.  "Now get 
up, and let me dust off some of the sand."  Bruce 
helped her to her feet, and had her turn around for 
him to brush off her back, as she had sand from her 
hair down to her legs and the heels of her feet.  
Working from the top, he did his best to get it out of 
her hair, and then moved on down to her shoulders and 
back.  The butt of her skirt was next, and then her 
legs and feet.

"You missed a spot, Uncle Bruce," she said.  His 
inspection didn't show up any more, until she said, 
"Under here," as she held up her skirt.  True enough, 
the butt of her panties was covered in sand, and he 
brushed it off for her, and concluded with a smack of 
his hand across her backside.  "What was that for?" 
she asked, startled at getting the smack.

"It is what you deserved for looking so sweet, and 
being so trusting, darling," he told her.

"Then do you want to give it another?" she asked as 
she held her skirt up again.

"Put it down before I put you over my knees and give 
you a real spanking!  Behave yourself!"  She dropped 
her skirt down over her panties, put her arms around 
his neck and kissed him firmly on his lips while her 
breasts were pressed against his chest.  Then she took 
his hand and began walking back to their log.

"No darling," he told her.  "This way!" he said, and 
led her back towards the main campground.



Extended Conversation
"I'd really like to spend some more time with you, 
Uncle Bruce," she told him.  "It isn't time for lights 
out yet, so could we sit and talk a little longer?  
Please?"

"If you can spare the time, Mr. Burns," came the 
counselor's voice from behind them, "I think it would 
be a good idea for her to sit with you and talk.  Why 
don't you go and sit on the veranda of the main cabin.  
The chairs there are really comfortable,"

"I suppose, but there is one condition," he said to 
Linda.  "You go and get your hairbrush, for there is 
still some sand in your hair!"

"Would you really brush my hair for me, Uncle Bruce?" 
she questioned.

"No, I want to use it on your backside!" he exclaimed.  
"Now go and get your hairbrush!"

"I've never seen a child that anxious to get her 
backside smacked," observed the counsellor.

"She knows the only use for the brush is through her 
hair," he told her.

"Oh, Mr. Burns!" she exclaimed.  "I know that as much 
as she does.  She is a lucky girl to have a man like 
you to care about her."

"She is one very fine young lady, and I just hope she 
can get through these next few years.  I'm very 
worried about her future!"  Even as he said the words, 
he felt a cold shiver through his spine, for it was 
not a promising future for his little friend.

Upon her return, they headed up to the main cabin, and 
the veranda at the front of it.  Linda was sat down on 
the floor before him, and he began brushing her soft 
hair, removing even more sand than he had expected to 
find.  They chatted, mostly about things at the camp, 
while the hair brushing continued.

Forty five minutes later, the hair was looking pretty 
good, and sand free, and it was time for lights out.  
Linda was told to run for her cabin, and barely got to 
call back 'good night' to him as she bounded over to 
the cabin and rushed inside, heading for her assigned 
bed.

"How is it that you are so good with children, Mr. 
Burns," asked the counsellor.  "The way you deal with 
her, and with the other children is marvelous, and is 
far better than I think I could ever manage even with 
my training."

"It probably has something to do with my background in 
the medical profession," he replied.

"What exactly were you in the profession?  Were you a 
nurse?" she asked.

"No, a surgeon," he replied.  She stopped in her 
tracks and looked at him.

"You are a doctor, and you are taking care of the camp 
grounds!" she exclaimed.

"I couldn't practice after my wife was killed in an 
accident.  My hands were not steady enough to perform 
surgery on anybody, so I left the profession, and came 
up here to care for the camp.  This is not something I 
usually talk about, so if you need anything more, 
please speak to the camp owners.  They know my 
history, and it is in their files.  Right now, if you 
will excuse me, I think I need to retire."  Without 
waiting for a reply he headed towards his cabin.

"I think I touched a wrong nerve, Doctor, and I'm 
really sorry, sir!" called the camp counsellor.  He 
waived his hand, and continued on his way, not looking 
back.



Executive Meeting
"Not only is he one of the most decorated doctors, he 
is the real owner of this camp, and your employer," 
said the camp director.  "He has papers published that 
are standard subjects for study for those attending 
university and studying to be a doctor.  Not only 
that, he saved my life several years ago, and I still 
don't know how I could ever repay him."

"What he told you about his wife is true, for he lost 
her in a car accident.  He has never gotten over that, 
and now he just wants to do whatever around the camp, 
and live in a place away from all he knew back in the 
city.  Please respect his privacy, and don't serve as 
a reminder to him!  He is too fine a man to have less 
than what he wants!"

"I want to thank you for sharing this information with 
me, sir!  I'm really glad he has such a good friend in 
you, and you can be assured, I will respect his 
privacy," declared the counsellor.



Another Day
It was approaching evening when the counsellor finally 
managed to meet up with Mr. Burns.  She called to him, 
and was actually surprised by the warmth of the smile 
when he turned in response to her call.

"I am really sorry to bother you, Doctor," she said.  
"There is a matter concerning Linda that I need to 
speak with you about, though, if I may have just a 
little of your time, sir!"

"Shall we go someplace a little less noisy?" he 
suggested.  There were girls all around them, and as 
they usually did, screaming at each other instead of 
talking.  They ended up on the veranda of his cabin, 
as it was a lot closer than the main cabin, but far 
enough away from the screams that they could talk.

"I don't understand why it is, sir," she began, "but I 
seem to have hit a brick wall.  When I started to 
inquire about Linda, the system seemed to just lock 
down, and even my contacts would barely talk to me, 
other than to tell me to drop the matter.  It is 
almost like somebody high up is trying to keep a lid 
of secrecy on the whole matter.  The more I see Linda, 
the more I think it is exactly what she is saying, but 
I don't know what to do to help her any more."

"Then I have one favour to request of you, 
counsellor," he said to her.  "Please pull whatever we 
have on file about her, and bring it to me.  I would 
like to have it early tomorrow morning, if I may."

"I will certainly do that for you, sir," she told him.  
"I'm not sure what value it will be, for there is so 
little we have on record about her."

"Don't forget, she was here last year, and that will 
be a part of what I need."

"If you need them, then I will get them tonight, 
Doctor!" she declared.  "Please excuse me for a few 
minutes, because I will get them right now!"  She was 
out the door, and he could see her running across the 
courtyard, heading for the main cabin.

About half an hour later, she was knocking on his 
cabin door.  He joined her on the veranda and she 
handed him three file folders.  "It appears that this 
is Linda's third time here, Doctor.  She was here last 
year, and the year before.  I pray to God that you can 
get something from those files that will allow you to 
help her, for she really needs you, and before she 
returns to the city."

"I have one more favour to ask of you then, 
counsellor.  Would you please forget the Doctor 
business.  My name is Bruce Burns;  Mr. Bruce Burns!" 
he stated, with and emphasis on the mister.

"That was stupid of me, sir!  I guess I will have to 
put it down to my inexperience, for I should have 
realized you wouldn't want to be called that.  Mr. 
Burns, I think I better get out of here before I make 
any more mistakes.  Would you excuse me, please?"

"No I won't!" he declared.  "Please sit down a minute 
longer!" he instructed her, pointing at the chair she 
had just abandoned.  "Your heart is in the right 
place, counsellor, but your experience in the 
practical is a little short.  Do not berate yourself, 
for what you classify as mistakes, for that would be 
totally inappropriate.  All I would like for you to 
do, is modify your practices on the matters I speak to 
you about.  I am here, and would be happy to meet with 
you anytime.  As a matter of fact, I was pleased to 
approve your hiring when I reviewed the applications, 
and you have not disappointed me since.  You have, 
however, learned things that I do not want to be 
public knowledge, and I want to become the helpful 
handyman again.  Do you understand?"

"You really are a great man, sir.  It is so unfair to 
you, and to the rest of the world, for we all need 
more men like you.  Yes I understand what you have 
said and want, but I will tell you right now, that is 
going to be one very hard road to follow.  It is only 
because of the respect I have for you that I will have 
any chance at all.  God bless you, Mr. Handyman!"  She 
did not wait to be dismissed, but ran through his 
cabin screen door, heading for her quarters on the 
compound.



Missing Security
The following morning, Bruce left the camp, and 
remained away for the day.  It was surprising to find 
how many noticed this quite worker's absence, and 
asked after him.  Amongst them were both the 
counsellor and Linda, and neither could find out where 
or why he was not there.  Indeed, it caused Linda to 
turn to the counsellor she had resisted getting close 
to in an effort to learn about her friend's absence.

"I don't know where he is or why he is gone, Linda," 
said the counsellor.  "What I do know, however, is 
that he is one of the best friends you could ever 
have, and you need to trust him completely.  I'm sure 
that he is alright, and that he will come back.  I 
understand how much you are missing him though and for 
that matter, I miss him too.  Stop worrying, and do 
what he wants you to do, and that is to have fun."  
Linda knew what the counsellor had said were similar 
words to what Uncle Bruce would have said to her, and 
that helped a little, but she still missed his being 
there.  She wanted to feel safe again.

It was early evening when a car drove back into the 
camp ground, and pulled into the garage beside the 
handyman's cabin.  She did not recognize the car, but 
when it went into that garage, Linda took off from 
what she had been doing, and ran across the camp 
ground, jumping up into Uncle Bruce's arms as he 
walked out of the garage.  "You were gone all day, and 
it scared me!" she exclaimed through her tears.  "I 
missed you, so much, and am glad you are home again," 
she declared as she clung to him with both her arms 
and her legs.  "Please tell me before you go away 
again, Uncle Bruce!  Please!"

"Alright, Linda!" he said softly to her.  "I'm back 
again, and I don't think I will need to go away again 
while you are here.  I had some very important 
business to take care of, and I had to go to the city 
to do it.  But I am back again, so you can relax now, 
and stop worrying."

The counsellor and the couple that owned the camp all 
came over to him, and heard the words he said to 
Linda.  "So all is in order now?" asked the camp 
director.

"Not yet, but I think it soon will be.  It seems that 
I still have some influential friends, and they are in 
the right places to make things happen," he told them.  
"Are you okay, counsellor?" he asked.

"It sounds crazy to me, but I think I missed you as 
much as Linda did, Mr. Handyman!  I feel better now 
that you have returned, though.  When he reached out 
and placed his hand on her shoulder, she stepped 
forward, and hugged him, and since he was still 
holding Linda, she got a part of the hug.



Time Lapse Before Invasion
Several days went by in a more normal way in so far as 
the planned camp activities occupied just about 
everyone's time.  Linda and the counsellor both 
managed to find time each day to meet up with and talk 
to Mr. Burns, no matter how many times they happened 
to encounter each other during the day.  The 
counsellor became Candice to both Linda and Mr. Burns, 
and he became Uncle Bruce to Candice, just as Linda 
had started addressing him last year.

There was one day when the rains came, and came in 
force.  It was not enough to do any damage to anything 
except the normal camp activities.  Plans were in 
place to give the girls something to fill their time 
during rain days.  These was implemented, but became 
of no interest to either Candice nor to Linda.  Both 
of them managed to make the dash over to the 
handyman's cabin in the hope of spending a little time 
with him.  They managed to stay for most of the day, 
even during meals, for they were provided these from 
his supplies.  Linda found that she was really 
beginning to like Candice, and showed signs of warming 
to her on a more personal level.  It was almost lights 
out time when they finally returned to their own 
cabins.

The following day was sunny and nice again, and 
everything returned to the camp normal.  That was up 
until early in the afternoon, when the camp was 
invaded.  Two police cars and two other cars drove 
into the camp grounds, and everyone headed towards Mr. 
Burn's cabin.  Bruce was the last to arrive for he had 
been working on the other side of the camp, and had a 
distance to walk.  They remained there for nearly two 
hours, and caused much speculation around the camp 
grounds.

Linda was determined to find out what was going on, 
but Candice restrained her, saying that whatever it 
was, Uncle Bruce would be able to take care of it.  
Reluctantly she turned back the way she was coming 
from, only to be stopped by his voice.  "Linda!"  She 
turned at his first call to see him standing on his 
veranda.  "Come over here, please, Linda!"  She 
arrived at a run.

Inside there were a lot of men and women sitting 
around his living room and adjacent dining room.  A 
few were police in uniforms, but most wore suits or 
dresses, but together they presented an imposing sight 
to make Linda want to hide away from them.  "I want to 
have a talk with you, Linda, and I want you to talk 
with me as if you and I were alone.  Forget all these 
people here, and just look at me and talk with me, 
answering any question I ask you.  Okay?"

For the next hour she was asked to talk about her 
foster parents, and how and what happened while she 
was there.  She told them of the opinion she had 
formed about them only waiting for their money each 
month, and how offended she was when the man of the 
house opened the bathroom door while she was bathing, 
more than once.  They talked a lot about the other 
kids in the house, and different things she had 
witnessed, and then spent a long time talking about 
how she felt about them, and herself.  Even though it 
was not asked, she managed to get in that he was the 
only person she felt really safe being with.  Then 
Uncle Bruce held out his arms opened towards her, and 
she bolted from her seat into his embrace, and 
relished the comfort of his arms around her.

She had almost forgotten the other people were there 
until they started moving about and talking amongst 
themselves.  Under instructions from Uncle Bruce, she 
returned to whatever was happening in the camp, and he 
went back to discussions with the visitors.  Then they 
were gone, and everything began to feel normal again.

It was all Linda could do to sit and eat supper with 
the other girls that evening, and as soon as she 
could, she escaped the crowd and ran over to Uncle 
Bruce's cabin.  There was no surprise to his welcoming 
her and receiving an invitation to come inside, and 
that is exactly what she wanted.

"What were all those people about, Uncle Bruce?" she 
asked.  Before she could be given an answer, however, 
there was a knock on his door.  Candice was also 
curious, and had come to see if she could be nosy 
enough to find out something about the incident.  She 
was also invited in, but they sat on the veranda, 
rather than indoors.

"The people that visited the other day were sent by 
friends of mine, and they came to help you with your 
situation, Linda," he began.  With Candice encouraging 
and helping me, I went to look into the home where you 
were staying, and the system that was protecting them.  
There was more than what met the eye at first, and the 
whole situation is being investigated right now.  When 
they came here, it was to get more information and 
evidence in the matter, and one day, you might have to 
tell me the whole story again, just as you did today, 
Linda."

"Candice helped?" she asked.  "You sure are turning 
out to be a real nice lady, Candice.  Thank you for 
whatever you did to help Uncle Bruce."

"Your Uncle Bruce deserves all the credit, Linda," she 
told her.  "Thank you, though for being so nice about 
it though."

"So does this all mean that I have to go back there 
when camp is over?" asked Linda.

"That question can't be answered right now, Linda," 
replied Uncle Bruce.  "When I know, I will tell you, 
darling, but it may take awhile.  You will need to be 
patient about that one."

"I already think I know that somehow, my Uncle Bruce 
will make things better for me," declared Linda.  "I 
don't know how, but somehow I just know!"

"I wish I had your level of confidence," Uncle Bruce 
told Linda.

They spent quite a while longer, but all the rest of 
the conversation was small talk, and just before the 
lights out time, Linda headed back to her cabin.  
Candice hung back, feeling the need to speak to the 
handyman in private.



Surprising Offer
"I don't want to open up any old wounds," said 
Candice, "but I have come to regard you as one of the 
very few and very special men in this world.  There is 
a great deal I do not know and I certainly can't 
imagine what you must have gone through.  What I do 
know is how I feel about you, and while it is probably 
slanted by my own experiences rather than yours, I 
intend to embarrass myself completely.  What you do 
with what I am offering, or for that matter my 
feelings I am trusting in your hands, and I hope, the 
gentleness of your heart.  I think you need a woman, 
and I am offering you myself, with no strings 
attached.  I am free of all diseases, and I put an I U 
D in place last night."  Despite the stoic appearance 
of her body language, the embarrassment was clear in 
the colour of her complexion.

"Now why on earth would a woman as attractive as you 
are, want an old man like me?" he asked.

"Because I have never found any man with the qualities 
I see in you, for everything I have wanted in a man I 
have not found before.  It makes me want to give up 
the next couple of decades of my life just so I could 
be closer to your age, and make you interested in me."

"You physical charms have not gone unnoticed by me, 
Candice," he said as he looked straight into her eyes.  
Frankly, I have indulged my eyes by allowing myself to 
look at your form, and you really are very beautiful ... 
to hell with that, you are damn sexy!"

"Why do I get the feeling I am about to be turned 
down?" she asked, turning her face down to look at the 
floor.

"I don't know," he told her, "for I was searching for 
the right words to accept your offer."



Togetherness
Following the love making, they lay together on his 
bed enjoying just being there, and feeling so fine, 
not only from the sex, but from the closeness that now 
joined them.  "It has been many years since I last had 
sex with a woman, and you were certainly a temptation 
walking around the camp looking so very fine.  Had you 
not been so wonderfully candid, I would have watched 
you for the rest of the summer, and then seen you off 
when you left, for I would never have had the courage 
to ask a young girl like you to come into my bed."

"Bear in mind that I may seem like a young girl to 
you, Bruce, but I am twenty-three, and that is old 
enough to make my own decisions.  Sleeping with you 
was probably the best decision I have ever made in my 
entire life, for you are the first man I have loved 
since my father died."

"I am sorry to hear of your loss, darling," he said to 
her.  "What caused it?"

"Heart failure," she replied.  "He was a very good 
man, just like you, and the only man I ever had sex 
with until today."

"Now that tells me a lot about you, and makes it 
easier to understand you," he said.  "You were willing 
to be with him?"

"He was a great lover, just as you are, Bruce," she 
told him.  "I still don't know if I seduced him or he 
seduced me, but it was the greatest joy in my life.  
Not to put any pressure on you, but I don't know how 
long this will last with you, or even if this will be 
the only time, so he still remains on the top of my 
list."

"I can't perform like a young man your age, but I have 
every intention of getting into you as often as I can, 
even if it is just until you return to your regular 
life."

"I am so glad to hear that, because I want to be with 
you as long as you will allow it.  I told you there 
were no obligations, and I meant it.  When you are 
ready for me to leave, I hope you tell me gently, and 
that I am strong enough to leave without too much 
emotion showing.  As to my life, all I can say is what 
life?  Once camp finishes, I am without a job, and I 
don't know how many months I can live on what I earn 
here.  As soon as I get back, I will be starting a job 
search so I can continue to live."

"You mean you have nothing to go back to?" he asked.

"Just my lonely apartment, and the little bit of 
furniture I managed to save and buy," she said.

"Would you consider continuing to live with this old 
man then?"  She squealed and sat up on the bed beside 
him, looking at him.

"Please tell me you really mean that, Bruce," she 
requested.  "I can't believe what I just heard!"

"You are a beautiful, caring, and wonderful companion, 
and while I couldn't hope to satisfy you as well as a 
young man could, I would sure like the idea of trying 
the best I can.  Yes, my little sweet Candy, I asked 
you to live with me!"

There was no room for words with the tears flowing so 
strongly, and she could only manage to jump up into 
his arms, and kiss him over and over again.  They 
sealed their agreement with some very passionate sex.



New Arrangements
Bruce spoke to the camp director about what was 
happening with Candice and himself, and the news was 
received with great acclaim and excitement, looking 
for his wife (and assistant) to tell her of the 
wonderful development.  Candice in the mean time moved 
her things from her original quarters over to the 
handyman's cabin, and then left for the return to her 
duties with the girls.

It was not until the next day that Candice recognized 
there was a problem between Linda and herself, and 
that she would barely speak to her.  Waiting until a 
rest period during the afternoon, Candice deliberately 
found Linda and took her aside to speak to her.

"Why are you angry with me, Linda?" she asked.

"I'm not!" she replied.  "I hope you are able to make 
Uncle Bruce happy, and have a good life together!"

"Now wait just a minute, Linda," she said.  "What is 
happening with your Uncle Bruce and me has no bearing 
on you and your Uncle Bruce.  I know how much you love 
him, and I also know he loves you more than he is 
probably willing to admit.  I also know what you were 
trying to do, and you will have to deal with him on 
that one, but I certainly do not intend to interfere.  
As a matter of fact, I understand better than most 
people would, how you have decided you want to go to 
bed with him, and if I can do anything to help you do 
that, I would be only to happy!"

"You would be willing to help me sleep with him?" she 
asked in total amazement.  "I'm having trouble 
believing you.  Why would you do that?  I thought you 
would want him for yourself."

"I don't really want to explain why to you, Linda, but 
you can believe that I would be willing to help you.  
That is what you want, isn't it?"

"I was really hoping to come and live with him, and I 
would have sex with him to do that.  I bet he is a 
great lover, isn't he?"

"He is marvelous as a lover, but I don't think you 
will need to have sex to achieve your goal.  There is 
something in the works, and I don't know how it will 
work out.  I do know that it was done with your 
interests in mind, though."

"I think I lied to you, Candice," she told her.  "I 
guess I wanted to have the sex as well, but I thought 
it would be all I might get.  Do you really think 
there is a chance of something more?"

"It would be very unlikely that you could end up 
living with him, but I will try to help you seduce 
him, for I think he is the best man you could find to 
teach you about sex.  You just make sure you come 
around this evening, as you usually do.  Wear a clean 
pair of panties, a short skirt if you have one, and do 
you have a tube top?"

"No, but I think I could borrow one from one of the 
other girls," she replied.

"Then you do that, and I will see you tonight.  Okay?" 
she asked.  Her reply came in the form of Linda 
wrapping herself around her, as she clung onto her 
neck.

"Thank you, Candice," she said.  "Thank you from the 
bottom of my heart.  You are as great as I first 
thought you were!"



Evening Visitor
Following supper, Linda arrived at Uncle Bruce and 
Candice's cabin, knocking on the door.  She was seen 
and ushered inside.  They sat around the living room 
and engaged in a lot of small talk, while Linda did 
her best to expose her panties to Uncle Bruce's 
vision.  From sitting on a chair with her legs apart, 
to sitting on the floor with her legs spread, she 
tried every method she could think of.  When she was 
finally being sent off to her cabin, Candice whispered 
in her ear, "Good try, Linda!  I'll talk to him and 
try and find out why he is not responding to you."  
She was gone, and not a very happy girl.

"Didn't you see how Linda was dressed and showing 
herself off to you?" she asked.

"Of course I saw that, and understood what she was 
trying to do.  Would you have me pay attention to her 
offering when we are sleeping together?"

"I told you about my father, and how things were with 
him.  She needs you so very much right now, and it 
would not bother me at all.  It is up to you if you 
have sex with her, for I know she wants it, and would 
be so much happier for it, no matter what the future 
brings for her."

"Well, I need to know more about her future before I 
know what to do about her.  You surprise me, but I 
will keep in mind your attitude while I make love to 
you, if you can spare me the time and are interested."  
She had the time and was interested!



Daytime Visitor
About mid morning the next day, one of the cars that 
had visited Bruce came back up to the camp, this time 
with only the driver and one passenger.  They talked 
for awhile, and a couple of file folders were passed 
over to him, and then they were gone.  The handyman 
was not seen around the grounds for the rest of that 
day, but some reported seeing him sitting on the 
veranda of his cabin.  The camp director and his wife 
stopped by to speak with him, and were soon back to 
their regular activities.

Finally, Candice freed herself from the day's 
activities, and headed over to his cabin.

"Would you please go and find Linda for me, Candy?" he 
asked.  She knew that things were okay between him and 
her since he called her 'Candy', a term he usually 
only used when they were alone, or having sex, so she 
did as he requested.  Then the three found themselves 
sitting around the living room, waiting for Bruce to 
speak to them.

"Thanks to the two of you, there has been some 
startling revelations come to light of a scandalous 
nature.  It will very likely be on the news tonight or 
tomorrow at the latest, but you should both know about 
it now, before the news gets out."

"The foster parents you were assigned to are certainly 
not qualified to be foster parents, and they are to be 
arrested by now.  All the kids they had there will be 
reassigned to proper homes, with people that really 
will care for them.  You will not be going back there, 
Linda!  We will talk about what is to happen to you in 
just a little bit, as there is much more."

"When my contacts started the investigation, they 
found the road blocks you reported, Candice.  My 
friends, however, are powerful people, and that did 
not stop them.  It seems that they were just one part 
of a large number of people that worked together to 
take advantage of the system, and make personal gains.  
Some of them were arrested, and others will simply 
loose their jobs.  The whole social services 
department will be shaken to its roots by now, and we 
don't yet know where all the pieces will fall.  Some 
qualified people from other cities around the country 
are being flown in today to help take control of the 
situation."

"Your files have disappeared out of the system, Linda, 
and you are not expected back.  If you want, I can get 
you back into the system, and find a nice family that 
will be a real family to you.  But if it is up to me, 
you will not go back into the system, for I know two 
people that have an interest in you, and want you to 
be with them, if you are willing."



New Home
"Let me guess," she interrupted.  "The camp director 
and his wife.  Right?"

"Wrong!" he replied.  "It would be Candice and me!"

She was already sobbing deeply as she stumbled across 
the room to throw herself into his arms.  Candice came 
over to them, placed a hand on Linda's shoulder and 
kissed Bruce as the tears dropped from her cheeks.  
The three ended up in a three way hug as Bruce held 
the two girls on his two legs so they could be close 
to him.

Still crying, Linda sat up on his leg and looked at 
him and asked, "Is it really true, Uncle Bruce?"

"Yes, darling, it is really true," he replied.  "I 
have already found a wonderful young lady to be my 
life partner, and there will be more to come on that.  
To make our home more complete, I can't think of any 
way better than to have you come and be part of our 
new family.  This is only if you are interested 
though, for you haven't said yes to the idea yet."

"Yes!" she exclaimed.  "A hundred, no a thousand 
times, Yes!  You couldn't have made me any happier 
than this, Daddy!"

"What are your thoughts, Candy?" he asked.

"Ten thousand times, Yes!" she declared.  "You are one 
hell of a great man, and I love you!"

"Me too!" interjected Linda.

"Well now, I don't want you to be telling too many, 
but I think I have fallen for both of you two as well.  
I do love both of you!"  He had said the words they 
both wanted to hear, and the dikes were broken once 
again as his two shoulders became soaked with their 
tears.

"You will need to take care of me while I am not able 
to walk, and my two broken legs heal," he said to them 
after a bit.  Both the girls were up instantly, and 
helped him get up and move his legs until the 
normality returned.

"Now you see some of the disadvantages of dealing with 
an old man," he told them.

"Oh shut up Doctor!" exclaimed Candice.  Then her 
hands were up covering her open mouth as she realized 
what she had said, and Linda stared at her.

"It is okay, Candy," he said.  "Yes, Linda, I am a 
Doctor, but have not practiced medicine for a long 
time now."

"You are my Daddy!" exclaimed Linda.  "I don't care 
what else you are, you are my Daddy, and I love you 
with all my heart."

"Then you had better get the help of your new step 
mother, and go to your cabin to pack your things and 
bring them back here.  This is where you will be 
sleeping tonight, Linda!"

"May I call you Mommy?" asked Linda of Candice.

"Only if you want me to feel even happier than I am 
already!" she replied.  "It would be wonderful if you 
would be willing to, darling."

"Then would you come and help me do as Daddy said, 
please Mommy?" she asked, holding out her hand.

"Can I dry my tears first?" asked Candice.

"Sure!" she replied.  "Use my shoulder so I can dry 
mine on your shoulder, Mommy!"  The two came together 
in a heart felt embrace, and shared a few kisses as 
Daddy watched with a huge smile on his face.  The 
three were about as happy as they could ever be!



Parents Day
It was three weeks into the summer camp, with only one 
more week remaining.  The day was special, however, 
for it was the day the camp invited the parents to 
come and visit their children and see some of the 
things they had done at camp.  Linda had no need to 
envy the kids who were entertaining their parents, 
however, and was bouncing around the camp, full of 
life and enthusiasm, being polite as she met with some 
of the visitors.

The rumors had gone around the camp about the handyman 
adopting Linda, and she was quite willing to admit to 
the rumors when she was asked.  "He is my new Daddy, 
and I have a new Mommy, too!" she said to different 
kids she was dealing with at the time.  Many of the 
visitors became aware of the rumors as their children 
shared the story with them for it was one of the high 
points of their time at camp.

The supper was served a little earlier that day, to 
allow the parents to eat with their children, and 
still have enough time to return to the city before it 
was too late.  As usually happened, the camp director 
stood up at the podium and thanked the visitors for 
coming and talked about various matters relative to 
the camp.  Then he threw a curve into the subject, and 
said, "As some of you have come to realize, we have a 
very special man that works at the camp as a handyman.  
Well let me tell you he is a very handy man to have 
around, but he is far more than that."

"Many years ago, I had a heart attack, and my life was 
saved by a very special Doctor that performed surgery 
on me.  I owe that Doctor my life, and have since 
learned that he is so much more than just a Doctor.  
That same Doctor is the real owner of this camp, not 
me as most of you have come to believe.  He asked me 
to come and manage it each year as he tries to offer a 
relief from city life for some of the girls that live 
there, and to have them learn not only the different 
life style, but some very fundamental principals of 
living.  This has been going on for many years now, 
but now this has finally changed, a change that brings 
great joy to my heart, for there is no man that better 
deserves the rewards of this life."

"Ladies and Gentlemen and girls, I am proud to 
introduce the real owner of the camp, and a very great 
man to you.  Ladies and Gentlemen and girls, a world 
famous surgeon and personal friend, our handyman, Dr. 
Bruce Burns."  There was silence for quite awhile 
while the news sank in.  The man that had worked so 
hard around the camp every day, and a friend to many 
of the girls was a world famous Doctor and the owner 
of the camp.  Then there was a thunderous applause, 
and the shuffling of chairs as some of the adults led 
the way in standing in honour of the man.  Soon 
everyone was standing and applauding.

Bruce moved up to the podium and tried to wait for the 
audience to stop applauding.  He had to start speaking 
into the microphone before they finally returned to 
their seats and gave him sufficient quiet to allow him 
to speak.

"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.  I would like to 
thank you for attending and showing an interest in the 
life and development of your children.  It is however 
with great regret that I see far too many children 
without parents sitting beside them, and they are the 
reason I have chosen to speak to you this evening."

"Having a child is a result of a physical act that 
takes a very short time.  The result may end up to be 
the reward and burden of a child, a joy and an 
obligation, an expense that sometimes makes it hard to 
see the rewards available from the proper nurturing of 
a child.  Let me assure you the rewards are greater 
than the problems they bring, but may only be 
collected if you care enough for them to allow them to 
share the rewards with you."

"While there may be obligations in life to prevent you 
from doing the things you need to for a child.  
Generally however, it is slack disinterest and 
ignorance that prevents parents from the rewards their 
child has to offer.  Our social services system offers 
alternative choices for some, but I believe most of 
you will have heard of the problems encountered with 
the system back in the city.  This has prompted me 
into taking some independent action to provide as best 
I can to those that are deprived, and parents that are 
willing to reach out for help."

"A property and building have been located in the 
heart of the city, and is currently undergoing some 
modifications.  I have purchased this structure to 
provide homes for youngsters without homes that can 
nurture them as they deserve.  My friends that have 
helped me by managing this camp for many years, I am 
offering to employ them as managers of the residence 
and counselling centre year round, and to help me 
provide for the youngsters that have a need.  Each of 
the children here tonight without parents will be 
contacted back at their homes, and will be the first 
considered for coming to live at the centre.  Others 
will be able to apply for admission should they feel 
the need."

"Excuse me, Doctor," came a call from a man standing 
near the centre of the room.  "May I say a few words?"  
With a gesture, Bruce acknowledged him, and told him 
to proceed.  "My wife and I have recently graduated 
from medical school.  I could not begin to tell you 
how many times the works of the great Doctor Bruce 
Burns were mentioned to us, and his papers were part 
of our studies.  I am both honoured and humbled to be 
in the presence of such a great man, and salute you 
for your contribution to the medical profession.  Now 
you have decided to contribute in another way to the 
well being of the children in this world, or at least 
in the city.  Both my wife and I wish to volunteer our 
time to assist you in the care of the children that 
come to the centre, and between the two of us, we hope 
to make up enough time to provide enough coverage for 
your children's medical needs.  If we didn't need to 
earn a living, we would be there full time, but I'm 
sure you can understand we need to live, and therefore 
need to generate an income as well.  My apologies for 
the interruption, but I needed to let you know of out 
appreciation, and we offer our profound respect to 
you, Doctor, as well as the greatness of your help 
with our daughter while she has been at your camp."

"Let me assure you, Doctors, that that kind of an 
interruption I can be nothing less than greatly 
appreciative," responded Bruce.  "I have planned to 
hire a general practitioner for the facility, and you 
have given me an interesting idea.  May I have a few 
minutes with you both before you leave today, so that 
we may further the idea?"

"We would be honoured, sir!" he replied.

"Excuse me, Doctor," came the call from another 
individual in the audience.  When Bruce acknowledged 
him, he continued, "I own a janitorial service 
company, and we have been doing quite well lately.  
May we be allowed to maintain your building?  There 
would be no charge for the service, if you could 
supply the materials we need.  Oh, by the way!  Our 
daughter tells us what a nice man you are, and we do 
thank you!"

"Thank you, sir!" replied Bruce.  "If we may meet 
before you leave, I would be delighted to accept your 
offer, and shake your hand."

"I don't know what help I could offer, Doctor," said 
another, "but what I would like to do is applaud the 
volunteers, and you for what is happening here 
tonight!"  He stood there applauding, and was joined 
by everyone else in the room.  It took awhile for the 
audience to settle down again, and allow Bruce to 
speak once again.

"This evening has helped renew my faith in humanity, a 
faith that was close to being lost when my wife died.  
To those that have offered their help, I look forward 
to sitting with you and furthering the arrangements.  
This is totally unexpected, and leaves me close to 
speechless.  There will be all sorts of needs to run 
such a centre, many of them I have not yet begun to 
even think about as yet.  Things like accounting for 
the books..."

"That's me," came the call from the leader of the 
applause a while ago.

"I won't try to identify all the areas we could use 
help, so I suggest, since it is not already shown on 
your child's entrance application, if you have an 
interest in helping, then please indicate the nature 
of what you do to our camp director, or his assistant.  
Since I have a couple of meetings to attend, I will 
extend my thanks to you all, and especially to those 
that care enough about their children to attend today.  
Thank you, Ladies, Gentlemen, and girls!"  For the 
third time, the audience was on their feet, and the 
applause was long and loud.

Bruce sat down between his two girls and noticed the 
big broad smiles on their faces.  The applause was too 
loud for him to hear what Candice was saying, and the 
only word he could make out was 'proud', and from 
Linda, 'love you' was on her lips.  He kissed both of 
them.



Four Meetings
Bruce met with the two Doctors, a husband and wife 
team, and offered them a place in his building to set 
up their office.  In addition, he offered them one 
full time position, once the centre opened, and told 
them it would be between them how to organize their 
time of work, as long as the needed services were 
provided.  They agreed to meet in the city, and 
information was provided as to how to reach them.

The janitorial services came next, and agreement 
established for the future, again, when the centre was 
opened.  This was followed by the accountant that 
didn't know his services would be needed, but was 
willing to help the centre by keeping the books and 
providing the appropriate reporting papers as required 
by the various levels of government.

Finally the camp director and his wife came by, both 
long term friends of Bruce.  They were so happy about 
the turn around in his life, and the prospect of 
working for him year round, they hardly had time to be 
bothered with the details of the employment offer.  He 
already had a job, but had no intention of returning 
to it, since his services were needed by this 
employer.  When he realized he did need to return to 
his job for awhile, it was a bit of a let down, but 
reality had to prevail.  They were the ones that asked 
him how he planned to operate the centre from such a 
distance as was represented by the camp.  That is when 
he told them he was returning to his home in the city 
so Linda could attend school, and he could take care 
of the centre.

Candice and Linda had stayed in the background until 
that point, and had no idea that he even had a home in 
the city.  Both of them had been too taken up by the 
circumstances and delights of the moment to think 
ahead that far, but realized he was thinking about 
them and their needs.

When the visiting parents had left on the bus for the 
return to the city, Bruce finally got to leave the 
mess hall where so much had taken place.  Stepping 
outside with his two girls holding his two hands, he 
came to an abrupt halt.  Both sides of the path 
between the mess hall and his cabin were formed by two 
lines of the girls from the camp.  As they walked 
between them, they were singing, "For He's a Jolly 
Good Fellow" over and over again, until they arrived 
at his cabin door.  This was sung in time to their 
clapping their little hands together.  Behind them at 
various distances were the different camp counsellors 
and the camp director and his wife.  At his cabin 
door, he turned and thanked them, and then said, "The 
last one in bed gets ten lashes with a wet noodle."

All the control of the counsellors was lost, and the 
kids were off to their beds as they turned to catch up 
with their particular group.  The giggles continued 
for awhile from various cabins around the camp, until 
silence settled over all of them.



Family Discussion
When they arrived in the living room, they all 
selected a place and collapsed into it.  It had been a 
long day, and they were all feeling tired.  Without 
regard for having a short skirt on, Linda pulled her 
feet up onto her spot on the chesterfield, unconcerned 
over the exposure it gave to her crotch and butt.  She 
gave out a groan of protest when Candice told her to 
go and get into her nightgown, but did as she was 
told.

"Please understand, Candy," he said to her when Linda 
had gone.  "I still feel the loss of my wife, and am 
saddened when I think about her, but you have given me 
a new lease on life.  Since you came into it, my life 
is beginning to look quite fine, and I do hope you 
know how much I appreciate it, darling."

"I completely understand my dear man," she said.  "I 
don't expect to ever replace her, but I do hope you 
can take pleasure from me when you need it, and that I 
can be of use to you along the way.  You are so far 
above me in so many ways, that I am beginning to be 
scared I will fall short of your expectations, and you 
will get fed up with me."

"Not much chance I see of that, darling," he reassured 
her.  "I know that you have many ways that you still 
need to grow in, but the environment up here is not 
conducive of that happening.  What worries me is will 
you still be happy when we move back to the city, and 
live in a more structured environment."

"I will be happy to be with you, and I hope I will be 
able to help you at your centre," she declared.  "I 
can't begin to tell you how proud I am to be 
associated with a man that cares so much for people."

Linda came back into the room at that point, and 
returned to sitting where she was before, and in the 
same way.  This time, however, she exposed her naked 
crotch and butt to them, for she had no panties on to 
cover herself.

"Are you aware of what you are showing, Linda?" asked 
Daddy.

"Yes, sir!" she replied.  "My Mommy and Daddy can see 
me anytime they want, and I don't mind at all!"

"But you should not go around showing yourself off 
like that, darling," he went on.

"How else is she going to be able to seduce you then 
Daddy?" asked Candice.  He looked at her in wonder.  
"I don't know why you are so surprised, Daddy, for she 
had been trying to seduce you for the longest while 
now, and you haven't shown much interest.  I think she 
needs to be with you, and I hope you will be her 
teacher as well as her Daddy!"

"It sounds like you are supporting her efforts," he 
said to Candice.

"Who do you think told her to leave off her panties?  
I know from my own experience what she wants and 
needs, and how it will affect her future.  You have a 
little girl sitting there ready to make love to you 
when you are ready for her, Daddy!"

"And you wouldn't object?" he asked.

"No sir!  There is more than enough man in you to love 
both of us, but I would like to be included if I may.  
It is rather sensual to think of a virgin loosing it 
while I watch."

"Is that what you want, Linda?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she said as she stood and pulled the 
nightgown off her body and stood before them naked.  
"If you take me, it would make the rest of my dreams 
come true.  I love you so much, and want you to have 
me give you just a little pleasure for you have given 
me such happiness."

"That is quite a speech for a young girl, Linda.  
Would you come over here, please?" he asked.  She 
walked over and stood before him, trailing her 
nightgown behind her.



Offer Accepted
"Put your sweet little bum right here," he told her as 
he indicated a spot on his lap.  The nightgown now 
laid on the floor, and she was on his lap.  When he 
kissed her, she returned the kiss willingly, even when 
he pushed her mouth open with his lips.  His hand 
slipped down from her face, over her neck, and then 
her shoulders, eventually arriving over her little 
breast.  She took a breath in, and pushed her chest 
forward to receive his hand and permit his touch.  
When he leaned forward, causing her to lean back, she 
moaned as his mouth came into contact with the nipple 
and began to manipulate the little nub.

"Oh, Daddy!" she exhaled the words.  "That makes me 
tingle all over and feels so nice."  When he opened 
his mouth and slid it over the mound of flesh, and 
began playing with her nipple by using the tip of his 
tongue, she groaned openly and stiffened her entire 
body.  His sucking her breast into his mouth made it 
feel like he was pulling it off her chest and brought 
her to a full sexual climax.

With one hand holding her back at the shoulder blades, 
and the other holding her little bare bum, he picked 
her up and held her suspended in the air, her little 
legs dangling as well as her arms.  Her head leaned 
back enough to see Candice watching from across the 
room, smiling at her.  When he buried his face against 
her belly just below her waist, she was ecstatic with 
the delight it brought to her body.  His lips against 
the top of her vulva made her cry out openly.

Bruce got up from where he was sitting, and carried 
the naked body of his young girl into his bedroom, 
where he set her down on the bed.  She was gently 
turned over, and then he was kissing the cheeks of her 
bare bum.  When his hands spread the cheeks apart to 
expose her little asshole, she pushed her hips up off 
the bed to allow whatever he wanted, and was rewarded 
with a kiss being placed on her anus.  "You would even 
kiss me there, Daddy?"

"It is all a part of my beautiful little girl, isn't 
it?" he replied.  "It is all of you that I love, not 
just parts here and there."

"Do you love me as much as you love Mommy?" she asked.

"There is no right answer to that question," he 
replied.  "Each person has a different relationship 
with another, so Candice and I are special together, 
just as you and I are special together, and you and 
Candice are special together.  There is enough love in 
all of us to share with different people in different 
ways."

"Nobody has ever explained it like that to me before, 
Daddy," replied Linda.  "It is the first time I think 
that I really begin to understand what love is!  Do 
you feel the same way, Mommy?"

"Yes, darling, I do," she relied.  "Watching Daddy 
with you Linda, is not quite as good as when he 
touches me, but it feels almost as good.  It makes me 
want to reach out and touch you somewhere where Daddy 
isn't touching you."

"Then do that, Mommy," he instructed.  "Be a part of 
it, and make her know that we both love her, and 
everything about her!"  Candice reached out and slid 
her hands under her chest and over her breasts, 
kneading them gently in her hands.  "Let's turn her 
over on her back, Mommy," he said to her, and Linda 
was picked up and put back on the bed, face up.  
Candice returned to her breasts while Daddy went down 
between her legs and began kissing her naked vulva, 
spreading her legs open to allow himself access to her 
hairless crotch.

"Why are you crying, Linda?" asked Candice.

"I can't believe I could ever feel like this," replied 
Linda.  "I am so happy, and this feels so good!"  When 
Daddy's tongue began rubbing her clitoris, she moaned, 
and then cried out openly as his tongue went up inside 
her vaginal opening.  Her surrender to whatever was to 
happen to her was complete, and there were no limits 
in her thoughts, knowing whatever they did to her was 
what she wanted to have happen.

"Come down here, Candy, and taste our little girl's 
juices," said Daddy.  "I've never tasted anything so 
sweet in my life before."  Candice did as she was 
told, and her initial hesitation went after she got 
her first taste.  Her tongue was up inside her little 
cunt, and Daddy came up to kiss her open mouth.

Bruce left Linda groaning to Candy's tongue inside her 
while she watched her Daddy remove his clothes.  Then 
he took over between her legs while Candy stripped 
naked.  When she came back, she picked up Linda's legs 
from behind her knees, and raised them up into the 
air, fully exposing the stretched area of Linda's 
crotch.  Daddy got on the bed, and brought his penis 
up against the opening of her vagina, and pushed the 
end up inside her.  Linda was looking straight into 
Daddy's eyes as he pressed against her cherry, but 
closed as he passed her barrier, and went further 
inside her.  There he remained without moving, and 
waited for Linda to get over the tearing he had done 
inside his little girl.

"Why are you not moving?" asked Candice.

"So she can get over the discomfort," he told her.

"There are probably only one in thousands that would 
do that, Linda, and you are lucky to have that one 
man," said Candice.

"I know, Mommy," she said.  "I knew he would be gentle 
with me, but it is alright now, Daddy, I think!"  As 
he began to move, she winced once again, and then 
broke into a big smile.  "This feels good, Daddy.  You 
make me feel full and nice!"  As he pushed it even 
deeper into her, she pushed back her head, saying, 
"Yes!"

Seeing that she was now feeling the sensual nature of 
his penetration, he began moving a little faster, 
continuing even while she climaxed once again, and on 
afterwards.  When she turned her face up towards him, 
he planted a kiss on her lips, even though he had to 
bend considerably to do it, but she helped by 
stretching up to return it to him.  This continued 
until she was again building to a climax, and he 
allowed himself to enjoy what was happening, and as 
she climaxed, he also climaxed, filling up her vagina.

"That was so good," declared Linda as she stared up at 
him after they recovered somewhat.  She frowned as his 
penis came out of her, and she said, "Did you have to 
come out already?"

"If you think it was good for you, darling, just 
imagine what it felt like to an old man that never 
expected to have sex again until he found Candice and 
you," he compared.

"For me, it was like watching the first time my own 
Daddy took me to bed," said Candice.  

"So that is why you helped me, Mommy!" declared Linda.  
"Now I understand, and ... well, I love you, Mommy!"

"It was the first day I began to feel alive, and 
really enjoyed life and love until his death.  The man 
that just made love with you is the only man that has 
been able to make me feel the same way, and I know 
that both of us love him deeply."