{ASST} Travel_Companion {Mr_Ed} (MFg, rom, almost vanilla) 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. Travel Companion by: Mr. Ed Taxis in Jamaica have a lot of similarities to sardine cans, in they are both packed tight, especially in the back seat. That is where Bruce first met a young girl of somewhere between nine and eleven, although he didn't give that a lot of thought. The moment he glanced over at her, he felt so sorry for you youngster for she was squeezed between himself and another man, with yet another person on the other side of the car. "Are you okay like that, miss, or would you prefer to sit up on my lap?" he asked. "You are so squashed in back there!" "If you wouldn't mind, I'd prefer your lap, Mister," she replied in a quiet little voice. Getting her out from between them was a challenge in itself, and it took both himself and the other man to sit forward and sideways for her to squeeze out. When she did sit down on his lap, everybody in the car was far more comfortable, including the girl. The trip home for him was about a twenty minute ride, and about five minutes into the trip, he noticed the young girl's head nodding as if she was fighting off sleep, or about to drop off asleep. As she had little support sitting upright on his lap, he gently guided her back, and let her lean against him. It was only a few moments later, that her head came to rest on his shoulder, and she was fast asleep. "Do you know where this girl lives, driver?" he asked. "She's just a few chains past your place," replied the driver. That meant he could let her sleep until he reached his home, and would wake her for him to come out, and leave her awake for her own stop. He just left her to sleep, his arm around her waist for both a place to put it, and as a way of holding her in the event of a sudden stop. A short distance before he reached his stop, he woke the girl, and told her she was almost home. He then paid his fare, and climbed out when the car stopped at his driveway. Before he had taken more than a few steps, the matter was forgotten. The very next evening, he was once again looking for a taxi to carry him home, and was able to find one almost immediately. Being lucky this evening, he managed to capture the front seat, the preferred place in the car, for nobody else would be packed in beside him. As he waited for the driver to collect the other passengers to fill up the back seat, somebody put a hand on his arm. When he looked it was the same young girl of last night. "Is there any chance I could ride up on your lap again, Mister?" she asked. "I've been waiting for you to come so I could ride up with you." "You would have to lean back against me, darling," he cautioned her. "Front seat passengers must wear seat belts." "That's okay, Mister," she said. Bruce opened the door to allow her entrance, and come to rest on is lap once more. With the door closed, the seatbelt was stretched out to go around the two of them, and fastened in the clamp. By that time the car was full, and they pulled away from the pick up point. Even before the car was out of the city center, the girl's head was resting against his shoulder, and the side of his head. Surprised at the comfort the girl seemed to feel, he looked as best he could to see if she was asleep, but so far wasn't. "Are you okay, darling?" he asked. "Yes, Sir!" she replied. "Could I look for you again tomorrow so I could ride with you?" "I'm afraid not, darling, for I will be using my own car tomorrow evening. I'm getting it back from the shop." This brought the youngster to a sitting position, so she could look back at him. "If I gave you my taxi money, would you carry me up? I could walk the rest of the way from where you live to my place." "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to come to where my office is, and wait for me," he told her. "Your little money, I don't want it, and you could keep that for yourself." "How would I find your office?" she asked. "Let me make a deal with you," he suggested. "You tell me your name, and then I'll give you a business card. The address is on there, and it is easy to find." "I'm Susan," she replied. "Susan Grey, Sir!" "It is a pleasure to have met you, Ms. Susan Grey," he said. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he took out the little folder holding his business cards, and passed one to her. She looked at it for nearly a minute before she got up the courage to speak. "Are you really the owner of that station, Mr. Burns?" she asked. "That very same one we are listening to on the radio right now," he confirmed. "Everybody listens to it, Sir!" she declared. "Is that true?" asked the driver. "That's your station?" "Guilty as charged, and thank you for listening to it," he replied. "Everybody listens to it," he declared. "You always play the greatest songs!" Murmurs of agreement also came from the back seat. "I didn't mean to trouble such a big man, Sir!" she stated. "Would you rather I take a taxi?" "That is entirely up to you, Susan," he told her. "If you do come by, I'd be happy to have a little company on the way up, but might just put you to work, carrying some CD's or something. My hands always seem to be so full!" "Thanks, Mr. Burns," said Susan. "I'd carry whatever you wanted." "Tell me what kind of marks you get on your report card, Susan," instructed Bruce. "I just got my report card today!" she declared. "Want to see it?" "I'd love to, Susan," he confirmed. The youngster struggled with her back pack, until he helped her, fished out her report card and handed it to him, leaning back against his shoulder. Bruce opened the card, and read the report. "Now this is a serious matter," he declared. "Anybody that gets marks like these, deserves a stop at McDonald's tomorrow! This is excellent, Susan! Congratulations!" The blush on her face was obvious to him, but not to the passengers in the back seat. "Wait now," he said. "I wasn't thinking, Susan. You are a little young for me to be taking to McDonald's so how about I pass you the money to go at lunchtime tomorrow? That might work out better for you I think darling." "No, Sir!" she exclaimed. "I'd rather go with you, after you finish work. I'd just end up buying stuff for all my friends at school if I went at lunch." "Tell you what, then," he went on. "You speak to your Mom tonight, and ask her permission. A girl your age needs Mom's permission for stuff like that." "I'm sure she will say it is okay, but I'll ask her just like you said, Sir," she declared. "Thanks, Mr. Burns! Thank you so much!" Conversation was then with the driver and back seat passengers, all interested in his radio station, for he had managed to capture a large audience thanks to his music mix, and the information he was providing the general public. The really good part about it was it made the trip home seem a lot shorter. Returning to his office from picking up his car, he noticed the school girl sitting in the entrance lobby, something that was a little unusual. Then he remembered, turned around, and realized it was Susan. "Hi, Susan," he said. "You are a little early, aren't you darling?" "This is normally the time I get off from school, and came straight here. Mommy said that I could go to McDonald's with you, Mr. Burns." "Then McDonald's it will be on the way home," he assured her. "Give me a few minutes to check on things that might have happened, and if there is time, I'll give you a look around the station." "I don't want to be in your way, Sir!" she exclaimed. "Trust me, darling, you will not be in my way. I'll see you soon." Bruce needed about five minutes to accomplish what he need to do, before he called the receptionist, and had Susan sent in to his office. As she walked in, her eyes were wide, and she declared, "Everything is so beautiful!" "Well, I'm glad you approve, for anybody that gets such good marks is certainly able to make such a judgement. That was just so delightful to see, darling...straight 'A's. I am still impressed!" Susan had sat down in front of his desk, and was stroking the soft fabric of the chair, while staring at the shiny desk he was behind. "Would you like to see the places where the sounds come from?" "Yes, please, Sir!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. Susan was taken around the various offices, saw the news people collecting data on stories that would be reported soon, saw the production studios, were things were recorded, and then to watch the announcer that was on the air at that time, speaking into the microphone as she heard him on the monitor speakers located throughout the station. When the on air light went off, Bruce led her inside to meet the announcer, and watched silently when he went back on air again. "We are delighted to have here today, a student of St. James High School, taking a tour of the station. Our understanding is that she has just received a report card from her school, and it is filled with nothing but 'A's, so we are pleased to have Ms. Susan Grey with us. Tell me Susan, how much time do you spend on your homework most nights?" "About an hour, Sir!" she replied nervously. "I've heard that the boss is going to be taking you to McDonalds as a reward. Is that true?" "Yes, Sir!" she replied. "He is such a nice man!" "Oh, we all agree with that one, Susan. He makes working here extra special for all the staff and we often forget what a great man he is. Thank you for the reminder. Is there anybody you'd like to say hello to?" "I'd like to say hello to my Mom, and I know she is listening, and to Mrs. Perrier for helping me so much at school. I love them both!" "We join Susan in sending out greetings to Ms. Grey, and Mrs. Perrier, and a big up for helping this particular young lady. Now is when we need to be a television station for the sweetness of her face, and most of all her smile, you would understand what a delight it is to have her here. Now, to Susan, her Mom and teacher, here is an appropriate song from Celine Dion, telling us 'I'm Alive'!" As the 'On Air' sign turned off, the music started up, and she found herself dancing with Mr. Burns to the music, him leading the way. Just before the song was done, Bruce guided her back outside the studio. Heading back towards his office, he heard the announcer saying, "Ladies and Gentlemen, you should have witnessed what I just saw. Ms. Grey and Mr. Burns, our boss, were in here dancing up a storm to the music. Congratulations, Susan, and keep up the good work." "There is a call for you, Mr. Burns," said one of the staff. "Give me a moment to get to my office, and then put it through, please, Sandra," he acknowledged. When he picked up the receiver as he sat in his chair, he called his name, and then listened to the caller saying, "Mr. Burns, this is Candice Grey, Susan's mother. I'd like to thank you for what you just did for her, and tell you how much I appreciate your treating her to McDonald's today." "Ms. Grey, it is absolutely my pleasure, and I must extend my compliments to you as well. No student gets straight 'A's without strong support from her home, and you have obviously done a very fine job with her." "Now I really believe her when Susan tells me what a nice man you are, Mr. Burns," came the comment over the telephone. "I don't want to take too much of your time, so thank you again, and I'll hear all about it when you carry her up to our area. It's nice to have such nice neighbours." Before Bruce could respond, she had hung up the phone. "I intended to let you have a word with her, so she could know you were okay," he told Susan. "She just heard me over the radio, and is a little afraid of you, Sir!" stated Susan. "She just doesn't know how really nice you are!" "Now you cut it out!" ordered Mr. Burns. "I can't have you coming in here and stealing things just like that!" "I never stole anything, Mr. Burns," she declared showing obvious upset. "So what are you trying to do with my heart?" he asked. "I don't see anyone else stealing it!" "Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "Don't scare me like that, Mr. Burns! I'll keep your heart real safe for you, Sir!" "Come on, I think I better get our news team to put out a warning about you!" he said getting up. "Mr. Burns! Please stop teasing me, because I'm going to start crying," she declared just before the tears started dropping. "Now what's this, darling, he said crouching down beside her. I was only teasing you, Susan." "I know, but you make me so happy, Mr. Burns! I guess I love you!" "My dear, precious little sweetheart," he said. "There is no doubt in my mind that I love you too, darling, so you just take a deep breath, and then dry those pretty little eyes of yours, for we can't have you going to McDonald's all wet like that." He stood up, got a couple of tissues from a supply he had in his office, and handed them to her. "When you are done, I'm going to be a bad boy, and escape a few minutes early today," he told her. "We can have a little extra time to enjoy our food that way." "Mommy told me to take as long as I want with you, Mr. Burns," she declared. "The only thing she said was I was to try and get home before dark, for she doesn't want me to walk on the road after that." "Now that sounds like good advise, darling," he agreed. "Come on, let's get out of his place." There was a series of 'good night' wishes around the office, and then they went outside and to his car. "I thought you wanted me to carry some things," she reminded him. "I decided, due to a special event tonight, not to carry any work home with me, darling. Perhaps the next time." "There will be a next time?" she asked. "Well, if you get out of school the same time every night, and I quit work at the same time every night, then why wouldn't I carry you home? I'd be delighted with such good company!" "You are the nicest man I've ever met, Mr. Burns!" she declared emphatically. "And you are an award winner yourself, darling. Here we are," he said, unlocking the door to his car. In you get, and seatbelt, please." Moments after he pulled out of his parking place, Susan began waving franticly at the taxi stand where they first met. "One of your friends, darling?" he asked. "That was my Mom!" she stated. "What?" he shouted as the car pulled over to the side. "Go and get her, please," he said. "I have to stay with the car because I'm not supposed to stop here." "But we're going someplace special," she said. "Go and get her, Susan!" he ordered. This time, she complied. When Susan and her mother came up to his car, a policeman on a motor cycle was sitting beside Bruce's car door, talking to him. Susan was ushered into the front seat beside him, while Ms. Grey got into the back seat. "Thank you for listening, and the understanding, officer," said Mr. Burns. "Have yourself a safe and peaceful evening." As the officer drove off, the car also was pulled out into traffic. "Good evening, Ms. Grey," he greeted her. "Good evening, Mr. Burns," she replied. "Did we get you into any trouble with the police?" "Not at all," he assured her. "He was there to give me an excuse to stop there, and to say how much he likes the station. I've come to know a lot of the area police, and they are most helpful. Now, may I ask, are you rushing home to cook for the family?" "No, Sir!" replied Ms. Grey. "It is only Susan and myself, so there is no need to rush, but I don't want to interfere with your special outing with Susan." "Oh, oh, this sounds like bad news for you, Susan," he stated. "Somebody as beautiful as your Mom can't be going to McDonald's for supper. Do you like Chinese cooking?" "I don't know, Sir," she replied. "Now see here, Mr. Burns," interjected Ms. Grey. "Going to McDonalds is a big deal for Susan, and it would be a nice treat for even me. We can't afford such things, so it would be very special, but I'm not supposed to be a part of the deal." "Who is this lady you brought into my car, Susan," he said. "It can't be the mother that brought you up so fine, encouraged you to get such good grades, and worries about you being on the road at night. Somebody so deserving couldn't be giving me such trivial arguments." "Let me look again," said Susan as she twisted around. "Yep! That's my Mom alright!" "Now see here, Ms. Grey," he said as he pulled into a parking lot of a very fine Chinese restaurant. "You certainly do deserve recognition for the success you have with your daughter, so please don't argue about me spending a little change on the two of you." He had now parked, and was able to look around at Susan's mother. "Not only that, consider how nice it would be for me to have such lovely ladies at my side while I enjoy some fine eating. We'll catch McDonalds at a different time, Susan. I always keep my word." "My name is Candice, and I thank you, Mr. Burns," she told him. "You are a kind, and generous man, and I will accept the offer of eating with you!" "Thank goodness," he declared, "first names. Mine is Bruce, and let's go and get some nice food, for that is what this place is famous for." They all got out together, and then he locked the car with his remote control, and led them into the restaurant. "Good evening, Mr. Burns," greeted a Chinese man coming from the back of the restaurant. He went around in front of the reception desk, to bow before his guests. "May I show you, and your beautiful ladies to your usual table?" "Thank you, Mr. Chang," acknowledged Bruce. "The usual place would be very fine indeed." Bruce then stepped back to usher the ladies to follow Mr. Chang. They were seated at a round table, before Bruce came around and took the only remaining seat. "Would you ladies care for anything to wet your appetites?" asked Mr. Chang. "May we leave that up to Mr. Burns?" asked Candice. "Do you drink alcohol?" he asked of Candice. "Hardly never, but I am not opposed to it," she told him. "Then may we have one martini for my lady, and one Shirley Temple for my young lady," he requested. "Very good, Sir," replied Mr. Chang. "Enjoy your meal and each other's company. Let me know if there is anything I may do for you, Mr. Burns." "Appreciated, Mr. Chang," replied Bruce. "Aren't you going to have anything, Bruce?" asked Candice. "Oh, we already know what Mr. Burns wants, Madam. He is a regular guest here, and we will take good care of him." "He definitely deserves that, Mr. Chang," she said. "Thank you." With a bow upon retreat, he was gone. It took a couple of minutes for their beverages to arrive, and during that time, Bruce had made some recommendations about the type of food they would order. Between Candice and Susan it was decided they would let Mr. Burns order for they knew nothing of the choices on the menu. When the beverages did come, a young oriental woman brought them, setting down the drink for Candice first, then Susan's and finally a glass of juice for him. She accepted a list of items that Bruce ordered and then gracefully retreated to place the order with the kitchen. "You're not having a drink other than juice, Bruce?" asked Candice. "When I'm going to be driving, I don't drink any alcohol, my dear," he told her. "Especially when I am going to be driving two beautiful ladies home. They know me well here, and this is my normal thing." "Do you see the way mine has an umbrella and everything, Mommy?" asked Susan. "It looks so beautiful. Will it make me drunk?" "There is no alcohol in that, Susan," he told her. "Most younger people like the taste though, so give it a try. Chinese food takes a little time to prepare, so you will have to be patient ladies. It is all freshly cooked when it arrives at the table." "We are in no hurry to go anywhere, so waiting with you is no problem, Bruce," stated Candice. Susan then went into a description of her visit to the station, and how he had taken her into the studio to be put on the radio. The different things she had seen were mentioned, as well as the people she had seen or met. As it was said earlier, Candice had heard her daughter on the air waves, as had everyone else where she worked. Her opinion on the furniture of his office was as if she was describing a piece of fine art, spoken of with reverence in her voice. Finally, Bruce interjected with a statement, "Those fine things are just things, Susan. What is real beauty is the young lady that comes home with a report card full of 'A's and can smile so sweetly." "Please stop, Mr. Burns," asked Susan to her mother's great surprise. "He says things that make me want to cry, Mommy," she explained. "He always says such nice things." With the understanding of what she meant, Candice had to smile. "I see you managed to capture my daughter's heart, Bruce," she observed. "You better check out who the thief is, Mommy," he said. "She's the heart stealer, and is still trying to get away with mine!" "If she gets away with it, I hope she brings it home to brighten up our place," commented Candice. "What a nice compliment," he declared. "Thank you, Candice." "You're thanking me?" she asked. "I think you've got that backwards, Bruce!" "How about a more practical subject, Candice," he suggested. "I leave my place about six forty-five each morning, Monday to Friday. Usually I leave my office at five in the evening, so if it is practical for your daughter or yourself, you would be most welcome to link up and travel with me. Is that at all practical for either of you?" "We normally leave at seven, but if it wouldn't be imposing on you, we could easily leave a little earlier to have such wonderful company, and a ride in each morning," replied Candice. "The evenings would be wonderful too. That seems like a terrible imposition on you though, Bruce." "If it ever becomes an imposition, or I have to change my plans any particular day, then I will let you know, Candice. What it will mean though, is when Susan arrives at the station after school, she will be expected to do homework until I'm ready to leave. We can't have those wonderful grades slipping, and something tells me we could find an extra computer someplace for her to work on." "A computer?" asked Susan. "A real computer?" "They work much better than toys, darling," he told her. "It might help make your work even neater than I'm sure it must be already. That reminds me," he added, "is there any chance of my looking through your workbooks one day?" "Sure, Mr. Burns," she agreed. "I left them in the car, but you could see them anytime, Sir!" "I would definitely like that, darling," he told her. "I guess I had better warn you, sometimes I say things to try and make things better." "I'd be so happy for anything you could tell me, Mr. Burns," she said all excited. Both her excitement and the subject needed to be curtailed due to the arrival of their meal. Everything was set down in dishes on burners right in the centre of the table. As the girls looked at all the food with all the choices in front of them, their eyes were opened wide. "Now what I would suggest is that you take a little of each of the different things on the table, taste it to see which you like the best, and then get some more of the things you prefer. Mind you, if I don't see enough vegetables on your plate, Susan, I might just add some myself." The meal for each of the girls was made up of a good mix of almost all the dishes on the table, and Susan did have an adequate amount of vegetables included so that Mr. Burns did not need to add any. Not only that, but when he went back for a second serving, he was delighted to see they also returned for more, and he knew they enjoyed a good meal from his selection. "Tell me now, Susan," he asked, "how does this meal compare to McDonald's?" "Oh, Mr. Burns, this was so much nicer. You don't need to take me to McDonald's again, Sir. This was wonderful, and a great treat." "Something tells me we will end up at McDonald's someday, and I still gave you my word, so will live up to it." The remaining items were removed from the table by the waitress, and taken to the kitchen for repackaging, to be carry home. Indeed, it was a good sized bag brought out to be set beside him, ready for when they were ready to go. First however, everyone was having a cup of tea, sitting back, and relaxing. "This has been a wonderful experience, Bruce," stated Candice. "I don't know how we could ever repay you for your kindness, and keeping us in your company." "Now that's an easy one," stated Bruce. "You could agree to have another cup of tea with me when we get to my place. I not so anxious to give up your pleasant company." "Since I was trying to figure out how to make this last, that sounds perfect for us, Bruce," stated Candice. "It has been such a wonderful day, thanks to a generous, kind big man that takes good care of our children. Bless you, Sir!" "You are sweet enough to justify changing your name from Candice to Candy," he told her. "Either would work for me, Bruce," she agreed. "Thank you." When they went up to the counter to pay the bill, Susan was pushing up a little too close, and being a little too nosy. Candice took her by her arm and guided her back, until Bruce took hold of her, and pulled her back to himself. When he put his arm around her shoulder, Candice said, "It seems I've lost my daughter to your kindness, Bruce." "Not at all," he declared. "This is no big matter, and if she is curious I don't mind. Probably never seen a bill paid with plastic before." It was when the total was shown on the cash register that Susan looked up into his face, and said, "It's so much you spent on us!" "That's nothing when I look at the wonderful company you shared with me, darling." He had to remove his arm from around her to complete the entry into the machine to allow the bill to be paid from his account. Then they said goodbye to the owner and assembled staff, and left to return to the car, Susan slipping her little hand into his along the way. Using his remote control, the car doors were unlocked, opened for them to climb in, with Susan being directed to the front seat by her mother. Once they were closed, he went around to his side, and got in behind the wheel. The majority of the evening rush had been finished already, so it took less time than usual to arrive at his home. Expecting to use the car again, he didn't bother to go into the garage, and left it on the driveway, pointing out for ease of departure. "I'd like to get your help in putting these things away, and then we can get a cup of tea. Would you prefer tea or Milo, Susan?" "If it isn't too much trouble, Milo please, Sir!" she replied. "I don't want to be a nuisance, Sir." "From what I've seen of you so far that would be difficult for you to be, darling." A home in Jamaica that was not secure was like an invitation to be robbed, so his home was well secured. It took a couple of minutes to get the locks opened, and gain admission, but eventually the front door was opened and held ajar for them to enter. "This way to the kitchen," he said after the door closed. He led them towards the back of the house, as they looked at everything along the way, their eyes wide with wonder. Upon entering the kitchen, they stopped and looked around. "This is a palace!" declared Candy. "You have everything, and it is all so clean and beautiful!" "Designed for my dear wife," he told them. "I knew you had to be married," stated Candy. "No man like you could not be married." "I lost my wife a few years ago, thanks to a drunk driver. How about you pass me each of the containers, but be sure to keep them flat, for they like to leak." Working together, it only took them a few moments to get everything stored away, and for him to direct them to sitting at the kitchen table. He then proceeded to prepare the two cups of tea, and one Milo for Susan. "Why don't we take these into the living room, and sit a little more comfortably," suggested Bruce when he delivered the prepared drinks to his guests. They were on their feet immediately, prepared to follow his lead. Indicating the available choices of seating, he stood before his own easy chair, waiting for the ladies to sit down. As soon as he did sit, Susan got back up immediately, and came over to sit down on his lap without asking. "I can see your wife was a very beautiful woman, Bruce," stated Candice as she identified a picture of her beside Bruce. "There are no words to describe the special qualities she had about her. It is a shame that the drunk that killed her, also died. I can't even get the satisfaction of killing him myself! She was eight and a half months pregnant at the time, and our daughter was also taken from us. She would have been about Susan's age now." "That is a long time to be lonely, Bruce," stated Candy. "I'm sorry for you loss, and I can certainly understand how happy your wife must have been in her marriage, for I know she was a fine woman...you would only pick the best." "I spend too much time thinking about it, so now that I have the opportunity to enjoy some company, why don't we find a different topic. For example, where are your school books young lady?" "I left them in the car, Mr. Burns," she said. "I'm sorry!" "Well that deserves a good tickle," he told her as his hands closed on her waist. Suddenly, Susan was laughing and giggling as she squirmed about, but didn't try to get away. The moment he stopped, she looked at his face, and wrapped herself around his neck, holding her front to his chest. "I love you, Mr. Burns!" she declared. "Susan!" exclaimed her mother. "Would you please stop making me so jealous? You're not being fair, even if you did see him first." "I can't help it, Mommy," declared Susan. He is so perfect, and makes me feel so good!" "Besides that, Mommy," said Bruce, "this is a large chair, and if you really want to bless an old man, then there is enough room for you here beside me." Bruce suddenly found himself moving over to make enough room for Candy to come and sit at his side, noticing how her one breast was pressed against the back of his arm. Wrapping that arm around her shoulders, the breast now was against his side, and he decided that he was not going to be able to get away from that happening. "Now this is a problem," he stated. "How do I get to drink my tea?" "The moment it is done, I'm coming back," stated Candice as she stood back up. Returning to her former seat, she also took up her cup and drank a little of the refreshment. "I wish I was you daughter, Mr. Burns," stated Susan. "Am I getting you mad at me?" "While I can imagine being annoyed with you over something you did, I can't imagine getting mad at you, darling. What you need to think about though, is how easily you came into a stranger's lap. In the taxi was fine for it was practical to save you from getting squashed, but generally you shouldn't climb up on a strange man's lap." "It might be I've only known you for a few days," stated Susan, "but I know you are one of the nicest...no! The nicest man I've ever known, and trust you completely in every way!" "Don't you worry," said Candy. "Any time it is no trouble to Mr. Burns, you may sit on his lap, whether or not I am here." "This is all well and good, and I hope that you would grace me with your company a different evening, but right now, it is getting closer to dark, I'd like to see your place, and know where you live. How about I carry you home now, and plan to meet in the morning for the trip in. In the evening we will also meet, and you will have leftover Chinese food for dinner with me. I've got far too much packed up in my fridge for me alone; therefore will need some help eating it before it spoils." "It will be embarrassing for you to see our home, but I understand you want to know where we live, Bruce," stated Candice. "Thank you for the wonderful meal, the great company, and your hospitality to a pair of females you barely know." "My only hope is you two will brighten my life from this day forward," responded Bruce. "It has been my pleasure to have you share a meal and your time with me. Come on, let's go see where you girls live." The home for the girls was less than a half mile away, and took only moments to drive the distance. Pulling into the path beside the house, Bruce noticed the condition of it, but said nothing. It was clear even from the outside, that it would require some repair work. "As you can see, Bruce," said Candy, "we are not well off. My income is often not enough to stretch to cover all our expenses, and Susan often has to go without lunch. We do the best we can, love each other, and try to stay positive." "May I see the inside?" asked Bruce. "I might have a few things around that you could use to make life a little better for my star pupil, and her sweet mother." "We would not refuse your help, Bruce," said Candy, "and do appreciate your friendship." Bruce was led into the one room board house, and was able to take it all in with a quick scan of the interior. One bed was behind a screen made up of an old sheet, while the kitchen was over in the opposite corner. There was a table with a couple of chairs, both in need of repair, a chesterfield with another sheet over it to hide the condition of it even through the cover. A small television set was perched on the top of the obviously none working refrigerator, the wiring looking less than desirable for a refrigerator or television. "There is a good chance that when you get to the station tomorrow, Susan, I may not be there. You see the receptionist, and she will show you where to go to do your homework. I will be back there to get you, and your mother by five, so just be patient and wait for me. Okay, sweetheart?" "Sure, Mr. Burns," agreed Susan. "What about you, Candice?" he asked. "Will you be coming by the station to link up with me?" "How about I come by, and wait by your car," she suggested. "I don't wish to be a problem to you in your business." "If you do that, I would be very annoyed, Candice. Please come up, link up with your daughter and me at my station, and we will all travel together. Do you know where it is?" "Yes, Sir," she confirmed. "Susan described it in detail, and showed me your business card. It is one of her treasures, and won't let it out of her hands." "Then let me give you another, just in case," he said as he got it out. "The number marked private is a direct line number to my desk, and you are more than welcome to call it if needed." It took Bruce several more minutes to reach his car, and for him to drive away from the girls' home, and head back to his own home. When Bruce looked outside the next morning the girls were their waiting outside his gate even before it was time for him to leave. Downing the last of his coffee, he headed out, collected them along the way, headed in towards the city and the events of the day. As was usual, the traffic had not yet become heavy and he was able to get about the city, drop off the girls near their destinations, and then head in to his office. By nine, when the other business had opened, he was out on the road again, having a lot he wished to accomplish. A few minutes before five that afternoon, Bruce returned to his office. Both the girls had arrived some time before, and Susan was playing a game on the computer she had been allowed to use, her school homework already completed. The moment she saw him, he was wrapped in her arms, as she jumped about excitedly over the results of her school work being printed. Bruce had to take time to look over the results, and was indeed quite pleased with the quality of the work he examined. Nearly ten minutes after five, he was able to usher them down to the car, and the return to their homes. Driving straight past his place, Bruce headed further along the road towards the girls' home. Susan was the first to ask, "I thought we were going to eat at your place, Mr. Burns?" "Soon, darling," he said. "I just need to give a few instructions before we go back for supper. As they approached their yard, a truck could be seen protruding out onto the road. Pulling up near the truck, Bruce got out, and apologized for keeping them waiting. Then, he was busy giving them instructions about where to stack the different things that they were delivering. Once the unloading was started, he turned back to the girls, and said, "Why don't you take advantage of being here, Susan, and change out of your school uniform. You might enjoy something more comfortable." "What is going on, Bruce?" asked Candice. "What is all this for?" "I'm going to use these things to fix up your home a little, and make things a little more comfortable, Candy," he told her. "You might want to take a few moments to change into something more comfortable than your business clothes, if you wish, my dear." "Why would you do that, Bruce?" she asked. "You have not known us for more than a couple of days?" "It will give me a good excuse to spend some time in your yard, with my two favourite neighbours over the weekend, and give me something worthwhile to be doing at the same time," he replied. "This represents a huge amount of money, Bruce. There is no way I could earn enough to buy all these things!" "If you don't stop worrying about it, I will risk getting arrested by slapping your sexy bottom. Now go and do what you need indoors, and hurry. There are a couple of things to go inside, so get changed, if you are going to, so you can let the men carry the things inside." "If you are to be arrested, it would be for being crazy, not because you slapped my bottom. If you did that, all you would get is a kiss. What am I supposed to do with you?" Finally, she headed inside to join her daughter, and change from her daytime attire. When the blocks, lumber, mall and other building materials were stacked according to Bruce's instructions, the girls had finished changing. They held the door open for the men to go inside, collect the kitchen table and chairs, and remove them to the rear of the house. The little television set went the same way as did the old refrigerator, and then they got the replacements off the truck. Once inside, the television came with its own stand, so was put up in an available space nearby the fridge, and the kitchen table assembled where the old one had been. A medium sized fridge was then carried in to be put in the place of the original, but not plugged into the existing wiring. "Are you trying to keep us from having a reason to stop by your place, Bruce?" asked Candice. "A brand new fridge, television and kitchen table?" "If you stop coming to see me, I would be devastated, Candy," he told her. "When you are here, I want to know you are as comfortable as I can make you." Turning immediately to the men, he settled the cost of the delivery and the truck men were soon on their way back down the road. "What is this, Bruce?" asked Candice. "Have we become your charity case to have things done for us that we can't afford on our own?" "Have you ever witnessed your Mommy being given a spanking, Susan?" he asked of the youngster. "If she doesn't stop that kind of nonsense, you just might get to see it happen!" Turning to Candice, he said, "I was lucky enough to meet two very sweet young ladies living a short distance from me. They have stolen my heart, and I want to spend as much time with them as I can manage to arrange. What we have here is not so expensive that it bothers me, and it should be able to make your lives a little better. That's all I want, to spend time with you, make things better for you, and see our little star pupil do well in school." "Since Susan and I have been plotting on how we could get to spend more time with you, all this expense would not be necessary. We are available to you anytime you want, Bruce," summarized Candy. "Then as friends, it is not unreasonable for friends to help each other, and that is all I've been doing, helping two friends." "You can have us as friends or slaves, Bruce," said Candice. "We are yours already!" "Don't you let me hear the term 'slave' again from your mouth, Ms. Grey! I won't hear such nonsense from you." "Please don't be annoyed, Mr. Burns," she replied with concern on her face. "I only meant it to say you already have our love and devotion, and would do anything you asked of us. You are our angel come down from heaven into our lives." "Now that is a first," he declared. "Wish I could see myself in that light, but just can't seem to manage. Do you think the things will be safe here while we go for supper?" "Perfectly safe, Mr. Burns," said a man's voice as he approached them in the yard. "I'll keep an eye on them, and bring my dogs over to watch over them. I'm Fred Gordon, neighbour to Ms. Grey, and it is an honour to meet you, Sir!" "It is a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Gordon," greeted Bruce, extending his hand for a handshake. "I thank you for the offer to watch over the things. These ladies need a little of the food I've stashed away on them." "They have already told me what you have done for them, and this exceeds all expectations. I am so happy for them, glad they finally have something good happening to them, for they are so deserving. When you are ready to go to work on the building, may I please offer my assistance?" "Your assistance would be gratefully appreciated, but I'd like to impose one condition. If we are to be working side by side, my name is Bruce." "And mine is Fred, and it would be an honour to work at your side." "The start is expected for tomorrow morning. Would that be alright with you, Fred?" "I am looking forward to it, Bruce. Go and take care of your meal, and I'll see you in the morning." "Okay ladies, we are under orders. Into the car, and lets see what we can do to have another nice meal of the leftovers." The girls were given the things necessary to set the table, while Bruce got out the various things to put together a nice mix of the different items they had carried home. Surprisingly quickly, at least to the girls, they were sitting at the table, enjoying the food before them. "This is even better than yesterday," stated Susan. "That's because of the wonderful home we are in, darling," stated her mother. "Just being with him makes everything better!" "So that's why mine tastes better," said Bruce. "It's because of the company I've got blessing me." The balance of the meal went on in relative silence, other than a little conversation over Susan's school work. Once the dishes were cleaned up and added to the dishwasher, they were guided into the living room. Bruce waited for the girls to sit down, but had Candy come over and push him back into his chair. Immediately after he was down, she was on his lap. "Susan is not getting to claim your lap this evening, for it is my turn," she declared. "Two beauties competing for my lap. Not bad for an old man!" he declared. Candice sat looking at him for long moments, her eyes looking all over his face, and into his eyes before she leaned forward and placed a kiss gently, but firmly on his lips. "I am healthy and willing if you want me Bruce," she stated straight out. "I was just thinking about what chance I might have with you, Candy," he admitted. "If you are willing, then I'm going to take full advantage of the offer." "Do you have a place Susan could sleep? I'd love to spend the night with you," stated Candy. "She would be welcome to stay in one of the spare bedrooms," he told her. "Are you sure about this, for I don't want it to be over the few things I bought you." "It has little to do with that, other than you are one of the nicest men anyone could meet, and I've already fallen completely in love with you." "Now that is suggesting a different problem," he stated. "Since I have already fallen for you, what am I going to do with all the materials I just bought. You won't be needing the additions I planned if you are going to be living here." "Don't say that if you don't mean it, Bruce," cautioned Candice, "for I will take you up on it. Would you really consider letting us come and live with you?" "I was hoping for that sometime in the future, but didn't really expect it. You are so much younger than I am, I don't know if I could be enough to satisfy you." "Trust me, you are about the best I could ever hope for, and indeed are better than that. I haven't had sex with any man for years, so would be very happy for anything we could have together." "Are you guys really going to be together, just like a family?" asked Susan as she stood at his side. Reaching around to rest his hand on her back he said, "No baby, not just Mommy and me, but we are all going to see what we can do about being a family. You are an important part of the family, darling." "So you want me to sleep in the same bed with you guys?" she asked. "Is that what you mean?" "No, Susan," he said. "I meant we will all live together in the one house as a family, not that you will sleep in the same bed as we do." Without realizing it, his hand was now resting on her bum. "You can have her in the same bed if you want, Bruce," stated Candy. "We are yours to do with as you wish since yesterday, and for as long as we are living." "Susan is only eleven! You're telling me I can have sex with her?" he questioned. "She's willing and if that is what you want, then yes, you can teach her how to make love. I was her age when I became pregnant with her, so I can't hold her back." "And what do you have to say about such an idea, Susan?" he asked. "I'm a little scared, 'cause Mommy says it will hurt the first time, but I'd do anything for you, Mr. Burns, anything!" "Is that part of why you are dressed so sexy, with your little belly showing?" he asked. "Yes sir," she acknowledged. "Mommy and I thought you might like it to show, so we cut off the bottom of this just so you could see it." "And cut it a little too high, for I can see your breasts with you standing this close," he disclosed. "They're not much," she stated as she lifted her top up to expose them. "I wish I had more to offer you, Sir." "You like little girls, Bruce?" asked Candice. "I don't mind if you do." "Since I have two it seems, I guess I had better like little girls," he replied. "Her Mommy is not so old yet either." "Well you have a virgin, and a not so experienced one to choose from," stated Candice. "Mommy gets first attention, my darling, so don't you fret," he cautioned. "Think I'd be able to sneak in a little hand hold now?" "I don't know what you are waiting for," stated Candice. "I've already had my first climax since I sat here, so am ready for any more you might want to give me." Bruce moved his hand from behind Susan towards her chest, only to have her pull up her blouse, reveal both of them, and yielded to his tender touch. Moments later, her breast was not only being fondled, but her lips were returning his opened mouth kisses. "You are a beautiful young woman, Candy," he told her when they paused for air. "For having born a child, your breasts are still so perky!" "They are a little larger than Susan's but they are the best I have for you, Bruce. I hope they please you, and give you as much as I am feeling at the moment." "Quit doubting yourself, Candice," he instructed her. "You are very sensual and beautiful to me, and it is a privilege to have them to hold like this." "If I could have found a short skirt like Susan's, I'd be wearing it right now," she said. "Reach under her skirt and find out how we both feel about you, Bruce," suggested Candice. When Bruce did slid his hand up her slender leg, he arrived all the way up to her waist without finding any panties. Moving around to the back, all he found was her little bare bum. "She took off her panties to be more available to you, Bruce, just as I have slipped mine off." "Then it is time I carry my slightly older girl up to my bed, and make love with her," he said to Candy. "Susan, I don't know what you want to do, and will leave that up to you, darling." "I promise to be quiet and stay out of the way if you will let me watch, Mr. Burns," she said. "May she watch, Mommy?" he asked of Candy. The nod was very clearly a yes reply. Candy was picked up as if she was no weight at all, and carried up the stairs in his arms, while Susan tagged along behind. When the door was opened to his bedroom, she looked in and said, "Wow! If I'm going to get a man inside me, what better place than this palace. Bruce, it is beautiful!" "What is beauty is the girl in my arms, and the next one following behind. These things, are just things, and mean little to me." "Just as the man holding me is most important," she acknowledged. "The idea of getting him into me in such a nice setting is rather nice though, you must understand." "Since I like things to be nice, I guess I do understand, darling. Now, let me get these clothes off you, and see what I've got." As he spoke, he had set her down to sit on the side of the bed, and slipped up the top over her head. Candice undid her skirt, and lifted up for him to slip it off down her legs. As she had said, there were no panties to be removed. "Come over here, please Susan," called out Bruce as he examined Candy with his eyes. When Susan arrived, he looked at her and said, "If you are to be here, would you mind if I undressed you, just like your Mommy?" "Sure you can, Mr. Burns," she said, pulling her own top up and off. Bruce reached around, undid the fastenings of her skirt, and allowed it to drop around her ankles. "Two very pretty and sexy young girls, both willing to let me enjoy their bodies," said Bruce. "How wonderful; and how lucky I am!" Bruce stepped back, and while he looked from one to the other, he began removing his own clothes. A minute later he was as naked as the girls. Going around to the other side of his bed, he climbed up on it, and stretched out on his back. "Come on, Candy," he said to her. "You do it at your speed." Straddling herself over his groin, she took hold of the erect penis, and placed it at her vaginal opening, pressing down almost immediately. He was fully and completely inside of her on her first down push. When she pulled up, the view was fantastic, and the next push down was firm and just as deep. "Come on, Susan," he called to her. "I want you to get over me the same way Mommy is, and let me kiss your sweet little cunt." Without hesitation, she straddled him stretching her crotch to the maximum, and as he licked her the first time, back to front, she grabbed onto the bed head to steady herself as she cried out from the feeling. "Oh, Mommy!" she cried out. "Mr. Burns is licking me down there!" "I can see that, darling," she was told. "His beautiful big hard cock is going deep up inside me, just like it belongs in there." Bruce reached up his two hands, one to take a breast of Candy, the other to take a hold of Susan's breast. Candice, at the same time, reached around in front of her daughter, and took a hold of her other breast. "Mommy! I want to stay like this forever!" exclaimed Susan. "It feels so good and sexy!" "Isn't it nice?" she suggested to her daughter. "Having the right man is so important, for this is a good as it gets!" All three were happy with the experience, and their climaxes all arrived in close proximity to each other. Candice came first, followed by Bruce, and then Susan experienced the thrill of the feelings that go with sexual satisfaction. It had been good, very satisfying for all of them, they all curled up with each other when it was through, and fell asleep where they were a very short time afterwards. When morning arrived, Bruce was the first to wake. Sneaking out of bed so as to not disturb the girls, he satisfied his body's demand for attention, and urinated. Returning to his room, he got dressed for the day, and slipped out, heading towards the kitchen. The girls awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking downstairs, and rushed though their needs to urinate and get dressed. By the time they arrived in the kitchen, their places were set and the food was on the table. Having heard them moving about upstairs, Bruce simply served their breakfasts so they would be able to sit down at the table immediately. "Good morning ladies," he greeted them. "Breakfast is served." "Good morning, darling, but I'm the one that's supposed to get breakfast!" stated Candice. "I'll give you my lawyer's number shortly, and you can sue me!" he countered. "Good morning, Daddy," said Susan, the last word said very quietly. "Would you come over here, please, Susan," he requested very sternly. She approached cautiously, her head slightly bowed. "That was so nice to hear, darling," he said as he wrapped her to himself, lifting her off the floor. "May I hear it again, please?" "Good morning, Daddy," she repeated, this time a little louder. Bruce put his hands under her armpits, and held her off the floor straight out in front of him. "That is the greatest name ever given, and feels so nice to hear." Pulling her back to himself, he kissed her firmly on her lips, and set her down, kneeling before her. "Thank you, darling!" "It's okay to call you that?" she asked. "I guess we need to check with Mommy, but I hope so!" he declared, turning to Candy. The tears dripping from her eyes along with the smile on her face was enough for them to know, from that point on, he was now 'Daddy' to Susan. She got another hug, before being sent to the table for her breakfast. As they ate, Bruce said to Candice, "We have a serious matter to discuss, darling. Who owns your house?" "Mr. Gordon," she stated. "Do you pay him rent?" asked Bruce. "Not what I'm supposed to, for he lets me pay less so I can afford my food and other bills." "He has been a good friend to you, hasn't he?" he questioned. "The very best!" she declared. "I don't know how we could have survived with out his help." "That's what I thought," stated Bruce. "When we are finished eating, we are going up there to see him. We have a little business to discuss." "Are you really taking us in, and letting us live here?" asked Candice. "Of course I am," he declared. "That is what you want too, isn't it?" "More than you would ever know," she declared. "What about my princess?" he asked. "Do you want to come and live here with me, Susan?" "That's a silly question, Daddy," she said. "Man it feels nice to call you, 'Daddy', and yes I want to come and live with my Daddy!" "So be it!" he declared. "What did I do with my coffee?" Bruce was not allowed to get up and get his coffee, for the two girls got up for him, took care of the preparation by adding sugar, and delivered it to him. Following Bruce's second cup of coffee, they headed for the car, and travelled the short distance to their former home, and a visit with Mr. Fred Gordon. He was already there, waiting for their arrival, and his tool kit was at his side. "It would appear I have both good and bad news for you Fred," stated Bruce after they shook hands. "There has been an unexpected change in plans." "My guess is that it is more good news than bad," replied Fred. "Candice and Susan are going to come and live with me," he told him. "Yes!" exclaimed Fred with obvious enthusiasm. "So what could be the bad side of that?" "We won't get to work together on the modifications to the house!" responded Bruce. "I didn't think of that, but that is true," he stated. "What on earth are you going to do with all the materials, and things you bought her?" "The television we will take along with any personal items the girls will want or need, but the other things I planned to leave them for the use of a man and his family that has been so kind to my ladies for all the years they lived here. Do you think you would have use for them?" "Now hold on just a moment!" ordered Fred. "That is not making any sense. You can't be giving so much away! You spent a fortune in getting all these things." "And you have accepted short payment of rent for how many years now?" asked Bruce. "Were you not the one to volunteer to help repair the house, and put an addition on it? Would you not have any use for the items?" "Of course I could use them, but that is far too much money to be giving away so easily. I can't let that happen." "Are you planning on fighting me over it?" asked Bruce as he took on a defensive posture. "Don't joke with me, man," ordered Fred. "This is too serious!" "Then let me be serious," stated Bruce. "You have obviously been a hard working, honest man, that cares about others that are in need. I'm sure you have gone through many struggles to get where you are, and have won my respect and admiration. Now that I have found these two ladies, I saw a need, and took steps to deal with their needs. Since I subsequently found a better way to deal with their needs, I can also see the very special type of man you are. You are either going to waste or use the materials to help you and your family improve your lives a little. It is not a big expense to me, and I know they can be a help to a man that has helped my girls. Enjoy the result, my friend, for you well deserve a break in life!" "You, Mr. Bruce Burns, are the type of man I want to be! God bless you, Sir and thank you!" "Come on ladies, get what you want from the house, and lets see how many trucks I need to hire to move it all." Realizing something important was happening with the two men, the girls went to follow his instructions. Fred and Bruce remained outside for a few minutes, exchanging some thoughts on some local matter, before they went inside to carry out the television set to the car. They returned to carry out a handful of clothes on hangers, and set them down into the car. Asking about the ironing board, they learned it was not required, and left it where it was. Finally they each came to Bruce with a small plastic bag containing the other things of importance to them. Bruce took them from the girls, found them to be light. He proceeded towards the car, pretending they were heavier than he could manage, his legs shaking visibly as he walked. "That's only a little of what he does to make us feel so great, Mr. Fred," stated Candice. "He is so kind, and caring, and always makes us laugh." "He is a very good man, Candice," said Fred. "You make sure you do whatever you can to please him for he is your best chance in life." "You have also been a great friend to have, Mr. Fred," stated Candice. "For all the things you have done for us, I thank you from the bottom of my heart." "Make me proud, but should anything ever happen, you can always come back here. I hope you know that you are like a daughter to me, and little Susan is like my own granddaughter. Bless you both!" Fred accepted the usual kiss from Candice on one cheek, while Susan planted hers on his other cheek. "One thing I know for sure," said Bruce as he returned from the car, "we are going to have to work out some way to keep involved with each other. I can't afford to have met such a good man, and not want to continue a friendship. We will meet again, very soon, and work out something so we can get to know each other better, Fred." "That, I will look forward to!" declared Fred as he once again shook Bruce's hand.