{ASS} Willing_Victim {Mr_Ed} (MF, rom, Mf, 1st, cons)

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.


Willing Victim          by: Mr. Ed

Introduction and Background

He was a semi-retired man in his mid fifties, living 
in a semi-tropical paradise known as Jamaica.  Now the 
paradise referred to the climate, but not the 
circumstances in which the majority of the population 
lived, for the edge of poverty was common to many, and 
there were more people on the lower side of the divide 
than on the upper side of it.  Anyone that looked even 
the slightest bit prosperous would receive requests 
for money from beggars anytime they happened to be 
accessible to the large scale numbers of desperate 
individuals, of both sexes.

Most of the population was, of course, black, but he 
found his white skin did not hamper his ability to 
blend in with the population.  It did mean that he had 
to be strong and resolute, primarily in his attitude, 
for such an attitude became reflected into body 
language that seemed to be recognized, even if on a 
subconscious level.  Those in and around him had come 
to know him, and he enjoyed the respect of them, most 
of which he had earned.  He was not afraid of work, 
nor of helping another that needed help, and this 
became known in and around the community.

It had been three years since Bruce had come to 
Jamaica to live, and he had purchased a piece of land 
not too far outside of the resort city of Montego Bay.  
He was far enough out of town to enjoy the benefits of 
all the infrastructure being provided, and far enough 
to enjoy the peace and quiet of the community and the 
country lifestyle.  Yet he was not so distant that it 
was hard to reach the city when he needed to for 
whatever reason.  A fifteen to twenty minute drive 
brought him to a shopping centre that had sufficient 
product offering to satisfy most of his needs.  His 
bank was only another five minutes beyond that, and 
right next to the tax office, and amongst these places 
almost everything he needed could be dealt with.  Even 
his insurance company moved their offices from a 
location in town to the same mall that his bank was 
in, almost as if it had been just for him.

Thanks to his business success, he had a very adequate 
income, sufficient to keep him comfortable for the 
rest of his life in a developed country, let alone in 
a third world country.  He did not flash his money 
around but he did see and help when he saw genuine 
need.  There were over six local homes that were now 
finished, even though the families did not have enough 
to be able to finish them on their own.  Just about 
every child in the area now attended school regularly, 
received a nourishing hot meal each and every school 
day, for many their only meal of the day.  Somebody 
that had agreed to act in secrecy about his school 
food program failed to keep their mouth shut, and it 
was generally known in and around the community that 
he was funding the program.  It could be best be 
described as an open secret.

The home that he had built on the top of his main hill 
was molded into the very hill on which it was built, 
and not easily seen by traffic on the parochial road 
that serviced his property, his neighbours and other 
communities further away.  Because of the way it was 
dug into the hill, and with the surrounding foliage 
and trees, it remained relatively comfortable on the 
hottest of the days, without any air conditioning, and 
conversely comfortably warm on the coolest of nights.

It was not particularly important to anybody but 
himself, for there was only one other man that had 
even been inside the home to see what was there, and 
he refused to talk about it with anybody.  He was a 
man that shared the respect of the others in the 
community, and nobody was about to try and pressure 
him into anything he did not want.  When Bruce needed 
help, however, he was the one that was willing, and 
could be trusted, and they remained close friends.

On the rare occasion it was necessary to have a 
visitor at his home, they were met in one of the 
outward rooms which he had built for the purpose, and 
there was never a need to go in any further.  Many had 
sought the opportunity to earn an income by caring for 
his laundry, but they were declined, saying that he 
was able to deal with such matters himself.  There was 
never any evidence such as clothes hanging on a line, 
but he was always clean about himself, leaving the 
community to speculate as to how he managed.

The biggest question about him, was to do with he 
never seemed to spend any amount of time with the 
opposite sex, nor for that matter anybody.  Since it 
was a matter of privacy, it was often discussed, but 
never understood, and he didn't feel the need to 
volunteer any information on the matter.  If it had 
been investigated, they would have found out his wife 
had died of breast cancer complications just two years 
before he retired from business, and they never had 
any children out of the marriage.

Chance Meeting

On this one particular day, Bruce was returning from 
shopping in MoBay, the local abbreviated name for 
Montego Bay.  He had forgotten to include a loaf of 
bread during his shopping and stopped to pick one up 
at the crossroads local store, or shop as it was known 
locally.  As he was at the counter to pay for his 
bread, a young girl happened into the entrance to 
speak to the shop owner.

Never had he been so smitten with the absolute charm 
that was shown in her face, and for that matter in her 
body.  She was about twelve years old, he guessed, and 
spoke in a very quiet, dignified voice, but that did 
not compare to her facial beauty.  Bruce realized he 
must be guilty of staring, but could not pull his eyes 
off this girl, and the expression of some hidden 
beauty that seemed to be behind it.  Her entire look 
to him could best be described as an enigma.

"Excuse me, Miss," he said to her.  "Please do not be 
alarmed, for I mean you no harm, and perhaps Mr. Les 
will confirm he knows me and where I live."

"I am not alarmed, Mr. Burns," she replied in her 
sweet little voice.  "What may I do for you?"

"Thank you, for you flatter me to know my name.  It is 
just that I see something in your face that fascinates 
me, and I wonder if I may take a couple of pictures of 
you?"

"You flatter me, sir!" she replied.  "Where would you 
like to take these pictures, sir?"

"Just outside the shop where I might be able to get a 
nice background that will enhance the charm you have 
in your eyes and face.  My camera is in the car, and 
it would only delay you for a few moments."

"I would be quite pleased, sir!  I will wait for when 
you are ready."  She stepped outside of the shop to 
wait for him.

"Pretty, isn't she," asked the shop owner.

"There is something more than pretty about her, and I 
can't recall ever seeing a face that fascinates me 
more than hers."

"She is a local girl, and comes in here quite often 
for her mother.  A very good student, too!"

When the bread was paid for, and the shop owner 
thanked, he stepped outside, smiled at the girl and 
headed for his car parked beside the shop.  Retrieving 
the camera from the glove box, he returned to where 
she stood.  "May I know your name, dear?"

"Linda Grey," she replied.

"It is certainly a pleasure to meet you, Miss Linda 
Grey!" he said.  "Now let's see if we can pick out a 
suitable background to compliment your beauty."

There were always a few hanging around the shop 
entrance, and all of them were observing the events as 
they unfolded.  As Bruce looked around, he decided the 
trees across the other side of the main road would be 
the most complimentary, especially since one was in 
full bloom with soft purple flowers.  Guiding her to a 
place that allowed him to get an angle that took in 
the trees, he framed her head with the chosen 
backdrop, and took a couple of pictures.  Asking her 
to turn her head slightly, he took another couple of 
snaps, adjusted his focus and then took one of her 
showing her entire frame, from head to toe.

"If I may, just one more, with the shop in the 
background, just so I can remember where I was lucky 
enough to meet you."  Her smile was infectious as he 
took the final shot.

"Thank you, Miss Grey," he said to her.  "Is there 
something that you would like as a reward for posing 
for me?  Mr. Les has several things that you might 
like, I believe."

She stepped over close to him, and indicated she 
wanted to whisper something to him.  When he bent 
down, she said, "My Mom didn't have enough money to 
get what she wanted to make our supper.  Would you buy 
us a small tin of Bully Beef?"  Bully Beef was the 
Jamaican name for corned beef.

"On one condition," he said to her.  "Yes I will buy 
you that item, but you must tell your mother that you 
did not beg the money, you earned it.  Agreed?"

"Agreed," she said quietly.  "Thank you, sir!"  

With the help of Mr. Les, he also selected a bag drink 
for her, as she liked them according to the shop 
owner.  The purchases were made, thanks were 
exchanged, and they were off to their homes.

Surprise Visitors

Shortly after Bruce had finished his supper, he was 
staring at the image of the girl's face that he had 
caught at the crossroads, trying to figure out what it 
was about her that he found so fascinating.  Perhaps 
it was the innocence, or the expression she seemed to 
wear, but whatever it was, he was pleased that the 
encounter had happened, and wondered if he would ever 
see her again.  It was the first time he recalled 
seeing her during the years he had been in the area.

His thoughts were interrupted by the chimes that rang 
when somebody pushed the bell at his gate.  Turning to 
the television, he changed the channel to the gate 
monitor, and was surprised to see two females standing 
there, one of them was the young girl, and the other 
was a young woman that he already knew.  Using the 
intercom, he said, "Good evening, ladies.  How may I 
help you?"

"We were wondering if we could come up and speak to 
you a moment, sir!" she replied, not quite sure where 
to direct her attention.

"Please do come in," he said.  "It is not often I am 
able to entertain two such lovely ladies."  He buzzed 
them in through the gate, allowing it to close when 
they had passed through.  They had a bit of a climb to 
get up the hill, and it would take them a few moments 
to reach up, so he brought out a pitcher of lemonade, 
a small bucket of ice and a few glasses, carrying them 
into his entertainment room.  He was just outside the 
room when they were able to make it up to meet him.

"Before you say anything, ladies, I know how much of a 
climb you have just had.  Please sit down, and allow 
me to pour you some lemonade to help refresh you from 
the climb."  He indicated a couple of places they 
could select to sit down, and he set out the three 
glasses, added some ice to each, and then poured them 
and himself a glass full of lemonade.  They found it 
very refreshing!

"Now that you ladies are feeling a little more 
refreshed, Good Evening, Ladies!  To what do I owe the 
pleasure of your visit?"

"Good evening, Mr. Burns," replied the older lady.  "I 
understand you took some photographs of my daughter a 
little earlier today.  May I ask why you took them?"

"Ms. Grey, I presume," he started.  She indicated he 
had the name right with a nod of her head.  "Your 
daughter has something in her face that I find 
fascinating, and I see it even now.  What it is, I 
have no idea, and that is exactly what it was I was 
sitting trying to figure out; what is it that 
fascinates me about her face?"

"Would it be possible to see the pictures when they 
are developed?" she asked.

"You may see them right now!" he replied.  "I have 
them on my screen at this moment.  Would you mind 
stepping into my living room where the television is 
located?" he asked.

"Thank you, sir!" she replied.  They followed him 
through some open doors into his living room, and 
there on his screen, occupying two thirds of the wall, 
was her daughter's face, framed by the beautiful 
purple blossoms on the background tree.

"What a beautiful picture, Mr. Burns!" declared the 
mother.

"What a beautiful girl, Ms. Grey!" replied Mr. Burns.  
"Let me show you the other pictures I took of her."  
He started the program forward, allowing each of the 
pictures to remain on the screen for about ten seconds 
each, before the next replaced it.

"Are you a photographer, Mr. Burns?" asked the mother.

"I just dabble in it, whenever the mood takes me," he 
replied.

"Since these are on the television, I guess there is 
no point in asking for a copy of them, is there?" she 
asked.

"You are welcome to a copy of each.  Please excuse me 
a moment while I start printing them for you."  Using 
his remote, he started the printing, and then returned 
to the slide show, allowing it to repeat continuously.

"I don't wish to presume, but may I capture another 
couple of shots since we have some really nice 
backgrounds that could be used?  I do hope you don't 
mind my wanting pictures of your daughter, Ms. Grey, 
but I can't help but to be fascinated by the enigma 
that seems to be in her expression.  I don't recall 
seeing anything so nice before."

"Of course you may," she replied.  "You pay her a 
great compliment to even ask."

Bruce excused himself a moment, and left the room.  
When he returned, he had the camera and the printed 
pictures in his hands, all printed on letter sized 
gloss paper, larger than most pictures you would get 
from a regular camera.  He handed the pictures to Ms. 
Grey, and she proceeded to look through them.

"These pictures are all so beautiful, Mr. Burns," she 
said.  "Look at them, Linda!  They couldn't be better 
than this if a professional photographer were to take 
them."

"Oh, Mr. Burns," she said.  "Is there any way I could 
keep these?  I don't have any pictures of my daughter 
since she was born, and these are so excellent!  I'm 
afraid I can't afford to pay you for them, though."

"You may have a copy of every picture I take of her, 
Ms. Grey!  I may have to go into MoBay tomorrow to get 
some more paper, but other than that, it would be my 
pleasure if they please you."

"Please me?  You don't know how much they please me, 
Sir!  They are so beautiful!"

"My name, Mr. Burns, is Candice Grey," she continued.  
"You are welcome to call me by my first name if you 
wish."

"Well thank you, Candice.  My name is Bruce!" he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Burns," she replied.  "You flatter us, 
but respect for you says we should call you Mr. Burns, 
Sir!"

"Whatever you are happy with, Candice," he replied.  
"May I ask where I know you from, Candice?"

"You don't even remember, and yet you have done so 
much for us?" she said.  "You gave us a home to live 
it, and hope for our future, Mr. Burns.  Linda is 
going to school because you are paying her way, and 
you even give her a decent meal every school day.  We 
think you are some kind of saint, you have been so 
good to us!"

"So I guess I can quit worrying that you were annoyed 
at my taking pictures of your daughter," he said.  
"She is such a beautiful girl, and not unlike her 
mother!"

"Annoyed?" she said with great surprise in her face.  
"We came here to tell you that she would be willing to 
pose for as many pictures as you would like.  She will 
come up here any time you say, and be willing to pose 
any way you tell her.

"Is that true, Linda?" he asked.

"Yes, sir!" she replied in her quiet voice.

"In a little under an hour, is one of the most 
beautiful times of the day, as the sun is heading 
down.  There are so many spectacular views, and if you 
were in them, they would be so much nicer than the 
hundreds I now have of that period.  Would you ladies 
have the time to stay for that, and I would be quite 
happy to take you home afterwards."

"We would be happy to stay, but we don't wish to 
trouble you to carry us home, sir.  We can walk the 
distance very easily," replied Candice.

"You don't think I would allow two beautiful ladies, 
like yourselves, to walk in the dark do you?  I won't 
hear of it, and it would be an honour to carry you 
home."

"Then thank you, Mr. Burns," said Candice.  "If you 
insist!"

"Would it be too much into your private business if I 
were to ask what kind of a schedule you have so that 
you may come up with Linda?"

"I wish I had a schedule, sir!" she replied.  "I have 
not found any work, and had it not been for your 
generosity this evening, we would have had to do 
without supper.  Thank you for that, sir, and I'm 
sorry I forgot to thank you earlier.  But there is one 
other thing, sir.  Linda can come up here any time you 
wish, other than when she must go to school.  I want 
her to get a good education, and she can't afford to 
miss on the lunch you provide her.  I don't need to be 
here for her to come up!"

"Now, see here!  Your daughter is what, about twelve?  
She shouldn't be visiting an old man, living by 
himself, especially to pose for pictures, without a 
chaperone.  She is too young and beautiful."

"I wouldn't let her out of my sights except to come 
here with you, sir," said Candice.  "You have done so 
much for us, that it would be a small way of repaying 
you."

"Well, that is something we can work on, but right 
now, I have a few things I need to do, before the sun 
reaches that special position.  Would you ladies 
excuse me for a few minutes?"

Candice and Linda remained in the living room, 
admiring the home in which they were sitting.  They 
had a nice home, but the furnishings were rather 
Spartan compared to what they saw here.  The pictures 
of Linda continued the cycle on the big screen, and 
captured their interest periodically, but the home had 
captured their attention and they kept looking around.

Dinner Is Served

Bruce returned about ten minutes later, and was 
pushing a small cart before him.  On it were a number 
of dishes, which he set out on the coffee table in the 
centre of the room.  Then he handed each of the girls 
a plate, and a fork, and removed the covers from each 
of the dishes, revealing a selection of Chinese food, 
all steaming hot.  "I don't know how familiar you are 
with Chinese cuisine, but we have here some chicken 
balls, sweet and sour chicken, some stewed beef with 
vegetables, and two other vegetable dishes.  This is 
the sweet and sour sauce should you wish any, and we 
mustn't forget the deep fried won tongs that are very 
definitely in need of dipping in this sauce.  Here!  
Where is...  Here it is," he said.  "How can one forget 
the rice with Chinese food?"

"This is for us?" asked Linda.

"For all of us.  You don't mind if I have a little do 
you, Linda?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Burns," said Linda.  "I didn't 
mean..." she was stopped with his finger resting against 
her lips.

"I was teasing you, Linda," he said with a smile.  
"Come on, now, dig in, ladies, for I soon want to 
start taking a few pictures."

Setting an example for the ladies, he dished out some 
of each of the items for himself, and they were quick 
to pick up on his example.  "There are some drinks on 
the cart any time you want something to drink, 
ladies," he advised them.

Each of them enjoyed a plate of some very excellently 
prepared Chinese food, washed down by one of the local 
soft drinks.  Bruce could see that they were both 
hungry, for he knew that even the larger tin of Bully 
Beef he had bought earlier could not have provided 
them with much of a supper.

Additional Poses

"When they finished, Bruce asked the ladies to follow 
him outside.  With the spectacular backdrop of a 
beautiful sunset, and the long shadows cast by the sun 
on one side of the trees, he took a full camera load 
of pictures, finishing just about when the sun had 
disappeared below the horizon.

"Let's go inside, and take a look at these," he said.  
"I have a feeling that some of them could be award 
winners, if I was to enter them into a contest!"

"How can you see them so fast?" asked Linda.

"This is a digital camera, Linda.  Everything in here 
will be in the computer in just a couple of minutes, 
and then we can watch them on the television.  I'm 
afraid I could not print them tonight, though Candice, 
as I don't have enough paper for them.  It is just too 
many!"

"If we could just see them, sir," replied Candice, "we 
would be quite happy!"

Bruce stopped in his tracks, turned to Candice, and 
asked, "What must I do to have you call me something 
other than 'sir' or Mr. Burns?  Is there any other 
term you would be willing to use, such as Uncle Bruce, 
or something?"

"You would allow us to call you Uncle Bruce?" asked 
Candice.

"You may call me that or Bruce, my dear.  I don't 
really want you to feel the need to be so formal 
because that suggests you are uncomfortable, and I 
certainly hope that is not the case!"

"I feel like I am having an evening with an ideal 
father!" she said.  "If you would tolerate it, we 
would be proud to be allowed to call you 'Uncle 
Bruce'."

"Or Daddy!" said Linda, almost to herself.

"Well that would be quite acceptable and flattering to 
me, Linda.  I do thank you, but I doubt if your mother 
would be happy with that!"

"You are more of a father than either of us have ever 
known, Uncle Bruce," said Candice.  "I'm not surprised 
she wants to call you Daddy, for that would be a dream 
come true for her!"

That stopped Bruce in his tracks again.  It helped him 
understand something about these two visitors, and he 
was forming a better picture of their lives up until 
now.  He resolved to make things a little better for 
both of them.  Then he left the girls in the living 
room, and returned to downloading the pictures onto 
his computer.  Once the camera was in place, and the 
process started, he was able to return to the ladies 
in the living room.  "There's still some food left 
there, ladies," he said.  How about we heat it up and 
finish it off?"  Linda smiled at the idea, but Candice 
sat down, looking at the floor.

"Is there something wrong, Candice?" he asked as he 
knelt down before her.  She shook her head in a 
negative gesture.  "So tell me what the tears are 
for," he prompted her.

Suddenly Candice leaned forward, wrapped her arms 
around his neck and held on to him.  He tried to calm 
her down with whispered assurances that everything 
would be alright, and gentle words of assurance.  When 
he looked up at Linda, she also had tears running down 
her face.

"Please tell me what is the matter, ladies," he asked.  
"Why do I have two crying ladies just because I 
suggested heating up some Chinese food?

"We are living in a dream this evening, thanks to you, 
Mr. Burns," said Candice.  "You really must be the 
saint that I thought you were earlier!  I've never met 
anyone like you, and ..."

"Thank you for your lovely compliments, ladies," he 
said.  "I am pleased that I make you feel that 
comfortable, but right now I need some help loading 
the dishes onto the cart to get them warmed up again.  
Are there any volunteers?"  Both of them helped, not 
that he needed the help, but they wanted to be busy 
and to do something for him, no matter how small.

He had never had anybody except his friend so deep 
into his home before, but he had the ladies follow him 
into the kitchen.  There he had them place the dishes 
into the microwave oven, and set it to working while 
he got out a few fresh plates and three new forks.  
When the oven was finished its cycle, he took out the 
dishes, set them on the counter, and proceeded to help 
himself, setting the ladies an example to follow.  
When he had his share he carried it over to the 
kitchen table and sat down to eat, the ladies 
following.

"This is something we only could dream about, Uncle 
Bruce," said Candice.  "I've never tasted anything so 
good, and I know Linda has never experienced anything 
like this.  Thank you, sir - Uncle Bruce, I mean!"

"It is fabulous, Daddy!" said Linda.  "I don't even 
know what it was you said I was eating, but it is all 
so fabulous!"  Suddenly Linda was at his side, hugging 
him and knocking his arm causing some of his food to 
be pushed off the plate.  Putting his fork down, he 
put his arms around her little waist, only to find her 
turning about to sit down on his lap.  Freeing his 
arm, he took up his table napkin, and used it to dry 
her tears from her cheeks.

"Do you realize what you have done, Linda?" asked her 
mother in a scolding voice.  Candice got down and 
started picking up the items that had dropped on the 
floor, saying, "I'm so sorry, Uncle Bruce.  That was 
very careless of Linda, and I am not pleased!"

"Well, I am, Candice, and you are to leave that and 
stop worrying," he said as he held Linda from getting 
up.

"I'm sorry, Daddy!  I didn't mean to do that!"  He 
silenced her with his hand on her cheek, a gesture 
that caused her to press her sweet face into the palm 
of his hand.  Linda felt his hand against her cheek 
for a few seconds, and then turned her face to place a 
kiss in the palm of his hand.

"Now take your sweet little backside over to your own 
chair, and help me finish off this food.  I'm anxious 
to see those pictures of you!"  The smile made sure 
she did not take it as serious scolding, and she did 
as she was told.

Bruce took up the bits still on the table, and tossed 
them in the garbage in the cupboard below the sink, 
and returned to finish his third evening meal.  He 
had, at least, got them to eat a decent amount, and he 
knew their bellies must feel better than they normally 
felt.

When everyone finished eating, the dishes were taken 
up and added to some already in the dishwasher, and 
then he added some soap and turned it on.  Hand in 
hand with the two ladies, he took them back to the 
living room.

Picture Show

The pictures turned out to be as fabulous as what he 
had expected, and he had some more beautiful scenes, 
but this time they were complimented by the presence 
of a beautiful girl.  "I don't know what it is, Linda, 
but your face is so special..." he said as his sentence 
trailed off.

"I think I know what it is, Uncle Bruce," said 
Candice.

"Then please share the knowledge with me, for it is 
driving me crazy!" he begged.

"You have a picture over there that I presume is your 
wife.  When I first looked at it, I thought it was a 
grown up Linda."  Bruce got up, and went to the only 
picture she could be referring to.  He picked it up, 
and looked at it, and now the tears were coming from 
his eyes.  At first, he saw his deceased wife, and 
then he saw the resemblance in Linda's face.

"May I ask what happened to her?" said Candice from 
immediately beside him.

"She died from complications to her breast cancer," he 
replied.

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Bruce!" she consoled him.  "But 
she was a very luck lady to have had even as little 
time as she did have with a man like you.  I don't 
even need to have known her, to know she died happy!"  
Bruce was having trouble with controlling himself, and 
allowed himself to turn and take Candice up in his 
arms, crying over his lost wife.  This time it was his 
turn to be consoled, and Linda came over as the two of 
them tried to help this big man.  They really knew he 
was human now!

Soon he did regain control over his unexpected 
emotions.  He had to avoid looking at Linda, for 
Candice had identified the underlying feelings he 
felt, and did not want them to surface right now.  
Linda looked remarkably like his wife, just a whole 
lot younger.

"It is getting late, and I should be taking you both 
home," he observed.  Thinking about it for a moment, 
he said, "I would like to get some more pictures early 
tomorrow morning.  Would you consider coming over at 
first light?  And I mean both of you!"

"We would be happy to, Uncle Bruce," said Candice.

"You bet!" was heard from Linda, giving Bruce a cause 
to laugh.

"Damn, it girl!" he declared, looking stern.  "You are 
so damn cute, it must be illegal!"  He permitted 
himself to hug this little one that had touched him so 
deeply.  Then they headed for the car, and the very 
short drive to take them home.  He refused to leave 
until they were safely locked inside their home.

New Day - New Relationships

"Hurry up, Linda," called Candice from inside as he 
approached the house.  "We don't want to keep Uncle 
Bruce waiting!"

"I'm hurrying, Mommy!" came the much softer reply.  
"Don't you even have some of those water crackers 
left?  I'm so hungry!"

"That big meal you had last night should be able to 
hold you until I can beg him for some change to buy a 
little food, girl.  Stop your complaining now!"

He was standing with his fist a few inches from the 
door as he overheard the last comment from each of the 
girls.  Then he brought it down to knock on the door.

"What on earth?  Who could be calling so early?" he 
heard Candice say.  Then the door opened, and her 
mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Good morning, Candice!" he said as she recovered her 
composure.  "I'm here to see if I can find two 
beautiful ladies that might be hungry enough to share 
some breakfast with me," he said with a smile.

"Uncle Bruce!" exclaimed Linda as she caught sight of 
him at the door.  She ran over to him and straight 
into his arms, circumventing her mother.  "Good 
morning, Uncle Bruce!"

"Well, good morning, Linda," he said as he held her 
wrapped around him.  "What happened to 'Daddy' that 
you called me last night?"

"Mommy didn't think you would appreciate me calling 
you that, and wants me to call you Uncle Bruce 
instead."

"Well I can't overrule your mother, and Uncle Bruce is 
just fine, but so was Daddy.  To tell you the truth, 
it felt real nice to be called that!  However, there 
is not enough time to talk for I am hungry, and want 
my breakfast.  Are you two nearly ready?"  Bruce 
gently set the little girl down on the floor, but 
allowed her to remain inside a one arm embrace.

"We are ready, sir," said Candice.  "If Linda is going 
to call you 'Daddy' does that mean I could get away 
with calling you Dad?"

"You flatter me even more?  I would be very pleased if 
you were comfortable with that!"

"May I please give my Dad a hug and kiss then?" she 
asked.  He held out his arms in the universal gesture 
of welcome, and she came into his arms, planting a 
kiss on his cheek as she pressed herself against him.  
Bruce took a deep breath, looked down into the face of 
the young lady and gave her a little smile as he 
looked into her eyes.

"It has been several years since I last felt a 
beautiful lady hug me like this.  Thank you, but you 
had better be careful, for I wouldn't want to forget 
that I'm an old man."

"You may be older than I am, Dad, but you are Not an 
old man, just older!  Why on earth are you here?  It's 
not that I'm sorry to see you, but I just can't 
imagine why you would trouble yourself so!"

"Because it is a long walk up that hill, so I thought 
I would carry you up in my car.  If you are ready, 
then let's go and get some breakfast."

"Sounds great, Dad," said Candice.  "Do you have the 
things I told you to bring, Linda?"

"Yes, Mommy," she answered.  "I've got them here in 
this lada bag."  A lada bag was the local name of the 
black plastic bag so common in the country.

They stepped outside, closed and locked the front door 
after turning off the single light bulb hanging from 
the ceiling of the house, and Bruce escorted them to 
and into his car.  Then he turned it around and drove 
up the road towards where he lived.

Linda in particular noticed the gate swing open as he 
drove up to it, and close immediately after he drove 
inside the opening.  "Did you see that, Mommy?  It 
opened like magic!"

"It's not magic, Linda," said Bruce, "just remote 
controlled hydraulics with the switch here on the 
dashboard of the car."

"Well I think it was magic, just the same as the rest 
of the fairyland castle we are going to visit."

"Don't forget the saint that lives there, Linda!" 
stated Bruce.  "A saint must live in someplace very 
special."

The car drove into the open garage door, and the door 
closed behind them as he turned off the car, got out, 
rushed around and opened the doors for the ladies to 
get out.  With the doors of the car closed, he walked 
over and opened one of the doors from the garage, a 
door that led them into a small entrance just beside 
the kitchen, visible from the entrance.  As they 
stepped inside the kitchen, both the ladies stared at 
the breakfast table, for on it were three place 
settings, complete with napkins and various cutlery 
and with a cup and glass at two places, and an extra 
big glass at the other place.  In the centre of the 
table was a vase of flowers, all sitting on a clean 
white table cloth.

"It is so beautiful, Mr. Burns;  it is so beautiful, 
Dad, I mean!  Wow!"

"I am glad it looks nice, but beauty is what I see in 
my two guests, not on the table," he replied.  Both of 
them blushed, obvious even under the darkness of their 
skin.  They were actually fair skinned blacks, and 
fair enough that their embarrassment showed through.  
He guided them over, sitting Candice first, and then 
sitting Linda at the place with the glass instead of 
the cup.

Turning from the table, Bruce went to the fridge and 
removed the pitcher of juice and a container of milk.  
As he passed the microwave, he pressed a button, and 
started it while bringing the liquids to the table.  
He poured three glasses of juice, and one glass of 
milk, and then returned them to the fridge.  When the 
microwave beeped it's alarm to say it was done, he 
opened it to remove three plates, and carried them to 
the table.  Before each of the ladies, he placed a 
plate, plus one at his place.  On each was a carefully 
arranged serving of bacon, eggs, and pancakes at the 
side.

"Did you stay up all night to prepare this?" asked 
Candice.

"No, dear," he replied.  "I am just an early riser, 
and prepared them this morning.  Don't let them get 
cold now!" he said as he took up his fork and took a 
piece of his eggs.  "Hear is the syrup for your 
pancakes when you are ready for them."  He poured a 
little on his own, and placed it for easy access by 
the ladies.  Together they ate and enjoyed the well 
prepared breakfast, with Candice closing her eyes more 
than once as she enjoyed the taste of the food she 
placed in her mouth.  Indeed, she was enjoying both 
the food and the environment in which it was served, 
never having such a lavish setting for any meal at any 
time she could remember.

"I believe you might be right, Linda," Candice said.  
"This must be a fairyland castle, for I have never 
seen anything so lavish and nice before."

"My table has never been graced with two such gorgeous 
ladies before.  It pales in comparison to your beauty 
that you bring to it!" he declared.  "Would you prefer 
coffee or tea, Candice?"

"Whichever you are having would be wonderful, Dad," 
she replied.  He brought over the already prepared pot 
of coffee, and poured a cup for her and himself.

"Do you use milk in your coffee, dear?" he asked.  She 
replied with a negative shaking of her head.  "How 
about you, Linda?  Would you like a little more milk?"

"May I please?" she replied.  "I don't get to drink 
milk very often, and it tastes So Good!"  He soon 
poured her another full glass, receiving a big smile 
and a warm 'thank you' from the face that fascinated 
him so much.
Job Offer

As they sat enjoying their coffee, and Linda her milk, 
he said to Candice, "I hope you don't mind, but I was 
speaking about you with Mr. Les at the crossroads shop 
last night.  While I don't want to get into your 
private business, I was thinking about something, and 
I wanted his opinion on the idea."

"We respect Mr. Les, and couldn't possibly object to 
anything he might say about us.  He has helped us more 
times than I could remember."

"Well he certainly spoke very well of both of you, 
telling me how honest and trustworthy both of you are.  
He especially likes how you are both so polite, even 
when times are very hard on both of you.  When I told 
him of my idea, I thought he was going to come right 
through the telephone line, he seemed to be so 
excited."

"Now you have peaked my curiosity, if he was so 
excited," she said as she shifted on the chair in 
anticipation of whatever he had to say.

"Well, I was wondering if you might consider coming to 
work for me?  I have a fairly big house, probably too 
big for me alone, and find I need some time for 
myself.  Keeping everything clean and doing what I 
need in the house is proving to be burdensome and that 
doesn't even take into account having to cook for 
myself.  Often I can't be bothered, and sometimes I 
snack instead of eating properly.  I could sure use 
some help in getting my meals, and doing some of the 
lighter cleaning around the house.  Would you by any 
chance consider taking that on?"

"You are offering me a job?" said Candice.  "I didn't 
think anything could be better than having breakfast 
with you, and supper last night, but...Yes!  I would 
be so happy to come and work for you, sir!"

"Now hold on, dear!" he said.  "You haven't heard all 
of it yet!  I have a section of the house that is like 
a small apartment, and I was hoping you might consider 
living in it with your daughter.  That way, you would 
not need to climb that hill every day, and would be 
able to sit with me at my table every meal.  I must 
confess, the idea of your company really appeals to 
me!  The wage I would pay you would certainly be 
enough to send Linda to school, and supply you with 
your basic needs, especially if you didn't have to 
worry about buying food out of it."

"When would you like me to start, sir!" asked Candice.

"As soon as you remember that you wanted to call me 
'Dad' and not sir!" he replied.

That comment seemed to break down a barrier that 
Candice had been holding close to her, and she broke 
into tears, even as she apologized for them.  "I'm 
sorry, Dad, but you have made me so happy!"

Getting up from his seat, he knelt down beside the 
woman sitting at his table.  Putting his arm around 
her shoulders, he spoke softly to her, telling her 
everything was alright, and to stop crying.  It took a 
couple of minutes before she was able to stop, and she 
held on to him in a failed attempt to hide her 
embarrassment, as well as enjoy the comfort of being 
held.  Over her shoulder, Bruce smiled at Linda, also 
showing signs of crying a few tears.  Linda reached 
out and rested her hand on his arm, sliding it back 
and forth over the hairs on his arm.

The Apartment

"How about finishing your coffee, and then we can take 
a look at the apartment, if you like," he suggested as 
he stood up beside her.

"Thank you, Dad!" was all she could say as she took up 
the cup in her trembling hand.

"Alright, ladies," he said when she had finished every 
last drop.  "The apartment is separate from the rest 
of the house to ensure your privacy, and we need to go 
through the garage.  Right this way, ladies," he said 
leading them back out the way they had come in.

In the garage, he opened the door on the other side of 
it from the entrance to his house.  There they stepped 
into an entrance, off to the side of which was a large 
room.  Directing them inside, he showed them the 
living room into which they had entered, and then 
indicated a hall running off to one side.  Going down 
the hall he entered a room intended as a bedroom, 
complete with a walk in closet.  "I haven't cleaned 
down here in the last couple of weeks, so please 
excuse any dust you might notice," he said as he 
stepped into the closet.

"How is it the lights go on when you enter the room?" 
asked Linda.

"The switches are motion detectors, and go on when you 
enter the room if it is dark enough to need light," he 
explained.  They are all through the house, and will 
turn off automatically a few moments after you leave.  
If you are going to stay in the room for awhile, then 
the switches at the door can place them in a locked on 
position.  You might end up in sudden darkness if you 
forget, but you can turn them back on by just standing 
up if that happens.  Now, the very necessary room is 
next, the bathroom."  He led them out into the hall, 
and to the next door right beside the bedroom door.  
When he opened the door, both the girls could be heard 
breathing in deeply.

Inside the bathroom were a bathtub, a shower stall, a 
sink and two toilets.  Bruce saw the look that passed 
between the girls, and said, "One is bidet."  Lifting 
the lid, he held his hand over the centre and cycled 
the system to have a spout of water shoot up and 
bounce back off his hand.  "Made especially for ladies 
of the house!" he commented, as he saw Candice draw 
her mouth closed.  "Just outside, you will find other 
closets for storing linen and other things you have 
around the house to be stored."  He slid back one of 
the doors opposite the bedroom door to reveal the 
shelves contained inside.

"This is even nicer than the wonderful home you built 
for us a couple of years ago, Dad," said Candice.  
"What are we going to do about the house and the 
things there?" she asked.

"As you can see, I have never furnished the apartment, 
so I would think that your furniture and things would 
be moved up here.  The house can remain empty for 
awhile, until you feel comfortable with being here.  
Then maybe, one day, you could sell it, and give 
yourself a bit of nest egg for some future need."

"It must be that I am dreaming for I can't imagine 
anything like this ever happening to me!" declared 
Candice.

"I told you it was a fairyland castle, Mommy!" 
declared Linda.  Bruce had to smile, for he had never 
thought about his home being called such until he 
heard her say it the first time.  He was glad, 
however, that they seemed to be happy with the 
accommodations.

"Now, if you feel that the apartment is suitable, I 
will give you the keys, and that reminds me.  I forgot 
to mention the security lock on the entrance door.  
When you enter the apartment, there is a lock that can 
only be turned from the inside, but when it is on, it 
guarantees that nobody can enter from outside, without 
breaking down the door.  You would not need to worry 
about me, or anybody coming and troubling you or your 
daughter."

"That, sir, is the very last thing I would be worried 
about!  Are you really going to let us come and live 
here?" asked Candice.

"Let you?" he repeated.  "I am asking if you would be 
willing to come here, and help make my life a little 
more comfortable."

"We would be happy to live here, and we thank you from 
the bottom of our hearts," she said.

"Then would you permit me to come and visit your 
present home so that I can see what furniture I would 
need to get for the apartment?" he asked.

"You are welcome anytime, Dad," said Candice.  "You 
know, I feel more and more that you are like the Dad I 
never had.  Bless you!"

"May we go now?" he asked, leading them out of the 
apartment into the garage.  They agreed, climbed back 
into the car, and were there in less than five 
minutes.

When Candice opened the front door, he was ushered 
inside, and looked around.  He looked into the bedroom 
without invitation, and then checked the bathroom and 
kitchen.  "What are your plans for the day?" he asked.

"Whatever you have in mind for us, Dad," replied 
Candice.

"Then come on, we have some things to do!" he said as 
he lead them back outside and to the car.  Candice 
closed back the door, and joined them in the car, the 
door to the front seat being held open for her to 
climb in.

Shopping Spree

Twenty minutes later, they were waiting the last few 
minutes for the store in the shopping centre to open.  
It was a furniture store.

Once the store opened for business, Bruce asked 
Candice to identify a living room suite that she 
liked.  When she finished looking around for a little 
bit, she identified the cheapest in the store, and 
expressed concern over how much it cost, saying she 
could not afford it.  Bruce looked at her with a scowl 
on his face, and then led her over to a nice set that 
he liked.  "But that's got to be the most expensive 
set in the store, Dad."

"Good!" he said.  "I'm glad you like it.  Now, with 
the colours in that furniture, let's see if we can 
find a nice rug to put under it.  He had already 
captured the attention of the store manager, who 
followed dutifully behind him wherever he moved.  A 
huge rug, with a subdued design was selected.  Then 
they moved on to the televisions.  After looking for a 
couple of moments at the selection offered, he 
identified one to the store manager.  From a nearby 
rack, he picked out a stereo system and then turned 
towards the bedding displayed off to one side of the 
store.  He had become like the engine of a train, the 
store manager, Candice and Linda all following behind 
him wherever he led them.

From the bedding section he selected a double bed, and 
ordered two of them, each one including the matching 
side tables, and headboard.  From the additional 
pieces on display, he selected a wardrobe, a dresser 
and a vanity table, complete with matching stool, and 
backed with three mirrors, two of them pivoting.  Then 
he told the manager two of the wardrobes and two 
dressers.  "Now, if you could total the cost of the 
items I have selected, and then tell me how soon they 
could be delivered, I would appreciate it," he said to 
the store manager.

When he noticed, Candice and Linda were off to one 
side, seemingly in a heated debate of some kind.  He 
went over to them, asking if he could join in on their 
conversation.

"We can't allow you to spend so much on us, even 
though we call you Dad," said Candice.  "It would take 
us years and years to earn enough to pay for all these 
things."

"Sit down, Candice," instructed Bruce, pointing to a 
bed that was on display.  "Now I want you to listen to 
me carefully, without any interruption.  Okay?"  She 
nodded her agreement.  "You may not be able to afford 
these things, but they are not big things to me."  
When he noticed the store manager coming towards him, 
he held up his hand, indicating he wanted some privacy 
for a few minutes.  He turned back the way he had 
come.  "From what I have learned about you, you have 
been dealt a raw deal in life, and yet are not 
deserving of it at all.  Look at the fine job you have 
done in raising your daughter.  She is an absolute 
delight to know, and so polite!"

"Now I am able to do a few things to make your life a 
little better, and in return, you are going to help me 
take care of my place, and maybe even me if I get too 
old and frail to care for myself.  Hopefully that 
won't happen for a few years, but it will happen one 
day.  In the meanwhile, I have the opportunity of to 
enjoy your companionship, and I do enjoy being with 
you.  Please allow me to try and make your life a 
little better than it has been, for you deserve a 
better life!"

"Are you happy with the things I have chosen for your 
new home?" he asked.  She nodded affirmatively.

"Are you happy with coming to live at my home?" he 
asked.  Again, she nodded affirmatively.

"Are there any other things in the way of furniture 
you would need?"  This time in was a negative.

"Then let's get finished here, for we still have some 
more shopping to do!" he concluded.

When he looked, the store manager was standing off a 
way to one side.  Seeing that the conversation was 
over, he now approached.  "Here is your bill, sir!  
You will notice I gave you a discount, as much as I am 
allowed to give.  This is the final total down here.  
Bruce looked over the bill, ensuring every item he had 
selected was on the list, and then passed the store 
manager his bank card.

"This is a debit card, sir, out of your account.  Did 
you mean to pass me this or a credit card?"

"That is the right card," he replied.  "Where would 
you go to get a broad selection of women's and girl's 
clothing?" he asked.

"There is a new location just down the plaza a little 
way.  I was quite impressed with their offering," he 
suggested.

"Thank you, now when could you have my order delivered 
to my house?" he asked.  The location of his house was 
identified, and the promise was made for delivery 
immediately following lunch.  Bruce asked him to hold 
off on that, and if there was any way it could be 
delivered after four that afternoon.  That was how it 
was arranged.

As they left the store, they turned in the suggested 
direction, and stopped almost immediately.  They were 
led by Bruce into the next store, where he purchased 
two cellular telephones, one for each of them.  Then 
they were off to the clothing store that had recently 
opened.

Inside the store, Bruce asked to speak to the store 
manager or owner, and found that it was the manager 
that had approached him.  "May we step outside for 
just one minute?" asked Bruce.  They left the store 
and stood just outside.  "I am asking for your 
assistance with an area in which I am not comfortable.  
My two young ladies in there need an entire wardrobe, 
undergarments on out, and including casual clothes, 
dress clothes, bed clothes, and swimming attire.  
Start with the presumption that they only have what 
you see them wearing, and outfit them properly, 
including sufficient to supply them for about a week.  
Now you might find them reluctant customers, afraid to 
spend too much money.  If that happens, you find what 
will fit them, picking the things they like as much as 
you can.  When you have everything assembled, I will 
trust that you will be fair with me, as they will 
definitely need more than what they get today.  Repeat 
business will be based on your fairness with me, for 
all I want to know is the total for everything, 
including all taxes and discounts, etc.  Okay?"

"May I ask a question, sir?"  He nodded.  "They are 
not yours, obviously, but you have decided to help 
them.  Is that correct?"  Again he nodded.  "Then I do 
need to ask another question, and that is your name, 
sir?"

"Bruce Burns," he replied.

"Mr. Bruce Burns, I thank you for the business, and I 
will do my utmost best to take care of their needs and 
preferences.  For my part, it is an honour to help 
somebody like yourself, and I will try and earn your 
repeat business.  Thank you again!"

"Now I have one more request," he stated.  "May I have 
a chair to sit in while this all takes place?"

"The best in the house, sir!  Come on into the store 
where it is a little cooler than out here."  She went 
straight into her office, pulled her own chair out 
from behind the desk and brought it around to a 
practical location in the store and invited him to 
sit, which he did.

Time after time, one of the girls would show up, 
asking if he liked what they had on, or would bring 
two items and asked which one he preferred.  Usually 
he picked one that was his preference, but when he 
could not decide between two dresses for Linda, he 
said, "We'll take both of them!"  By the time 
everything was selected and assembled, the bill 
presented and paid for on his debit card, it was 
almost time for lunch.  Before that, however, they had 
one additional stop to make.

The last stop for the shopping spree was the pharmacy 
super store that sold a lot more than medications.  
There, they filled a shopping cart with all the 
different things ladies were likely to use for make 
up, facial and body care, hair care, etc.  It was a 
full cart that rolled up to the cashier, and they now 
had the attention of the majority of the store staff 
as they marveled at getting the day's sales quota from 
one customer.  When their selections had been paid for 
and parceled for them, two of the security staff for 
the store took up the parcels, and asked for 
directions to his car.  He led them to it, and loaded 
them inside.  Before he could go to the ladies 
clothing store, he saw two of the store staff coming 
towards the car, pushing a platform cart, loaded with 
their purchases.  These too were placed in the car, 
overflowing the back of his station wagon and having 
some fill one side of the back seat.

"Alright, ladies, I do believe it is time for some 
lunch!" he said.

"Just a moment, Mr. Burns," said a security guard.  
"This is too much of a temptation for some one to 
break into your car.  Would you mind driving it around 
beside the pharmacy, for there is a place in the shade 
you can park, and I will watch it for you until you 
finish your other business."

"We will watch it together for you, Mr. Burns, said 
the security guard for the clothing store.  That is at 
the request of the store manageress, and my personal 
choice.  When somebody is so good to another, we don't 
want to loose that kind of goodness!"

The car was moved, and left under the guard of the two 
security personnel from different companies.  Now they 
could take care of their bellies, taking advantage of 
the local fast food outlet located there.  About 
forty-five minutes later, they returned to the car, 
the security guards each received a tip for their 
services, and they were on the way home.

Unloading and Setup

When Bruce drove up to his gate, there was a truck 
parked outside.  Checking it, he found out it was from 
the furniture store, and they had been instructed to 
await his return, and then deliver the goods.  There 
were also being paid extra to set up the things to his 
satisfaction.  Bruce was definitely pleased.  "Please 
go up the drive ahead of me, and back your loading 
door up to the garage entrance, for the things would 
be going in that way," he instructed the driver.  
Returning to his car, he opened the gate, and followed 
the truck up to the house, gave the driver room to 
maneuver the truck and then parked out of the way 
along side of the vehicle.

It took nearly an hour to get everything off the truck 
and in place in the apartment, for which the drivers 
each received an appropriate reward, being instructed 
not to tell the store manager about the extra they had 
earned.  They were quite grateful and pleased that 
they had genuinely tried to be helpful.  When the 
truck finally left, Bruce backed his car into the 
garage and closed the door ready to start unloading 
the other things they had purchased.  They did not get 
finished by supper time, and there was still quite a 
bit left for the girls to do when he finally decided 
he had done enough.

Dinner Is Served

Leaving the girls to do what remained, Bruce got on 
his telephone to his favourite Chinese restaurant and 
placed an order for delivery.  It arrived some forty 
minutes later, in the personal care of the owner of 
the restaurant, for Mr. Burns was well known to them.  
The food was brought into the kitchen, and set on the 
counter.

"I believe you must have guests, Mr. Burns," said the 
China man.  "Would they be here already or are you 
still expecting them to arrive?"

"They are here now, Mr. Wong," he answered.

"Well, if you will call them, then I will serve the 
dinner for you!" he was told.  Bruce tried to argue, 
but to no avail, and soon went to collect the girls 
from their apartment.

Upon entering, the China man bowed to them, and they 
were directed to sit at the table.  Then he dished up 
the meal on the plates that Mr. Burns had brought out, 
and they proceeded to eat another fine meal of Chinese 
cuisine.  Mr. Wong thanked Mr. Burns for his continued 
business and left as soon as everyone was served.

"Don't you have to let him out the gate, Dad?" asked 
Linda.

"No, darling," he replied, "there are electric eyes on 
the driveway down that cause the gate to open, and 
another pair that closes the gate as soon as the 
vehicle is through."

Declarations

"Do you have any magic eyes in here that can see how 
much we have come to love you?" asked Candice.  He 
smiled his reply.

"Just for the record, Mr. Bruce Burns, it is not 
because you have spent so much money on us, nor been 
so kind to us.  It is because we can see the kind of 
wonderful man you are, and how much you care for other 
people.  That you happen to like us, and are so good 
to us is a matter of coincidence, for which we are 
both truly grateful.  Should you not have seen Linda 
at the corner store on that particular day, we would 
still be living without enough food, little in the way 
of furniture, and no entertainment whatsoever.  Now we 
are living in the lap of luxury, and are in the home 
of a man we can really care about and appreciate.  I 
didn't think there was anyone in this world like you, 
until we met you."

"Just for the record Ms. Candice Grey, I believe I 
fell in love with you before you even spoke after 
climbing the hill up to my house.  It is a privilege 
to be with such beauty, not only your beautiful body, 
but an even more beautiful mind."

"Now as for Linda, I fell in love with her at the 
corner store.  My first glance at her face was all it 
took, and my heart was hers to do with as she wished.  
Now her face can grace my television screen any time I 
want it, and she is here in my home to grace it with 
her presence."

"If either of you think you are getting the better end 
of this deal, you are out of your minds, for I have 
the best end of it!" he concluded.

Open Invitation

They were almost finished when Linda said to Bruce, 
"Will you come and see how everything looks now that 
it is all sorted out?  It is really looking so nice, 
Daddy, and the vanity table is so great with mirrors 
that turn so you can see everywhere."

"When you ladies are finished, I would love to be 
allowed to visit and see how it all has come together, 
if you will permit me," he replied.

"Why do you say if we will permit you?" asked Candice.  
"This is your home, and it is your right to go 
anywhere you want in it."

"You are wrong there, Candice," he said.  "This is the 
house that I built, but it is more than one home, it 
is two.  Right now, you have one part of it as your 
home, and nobody has the right to violate your home, 
myself included.  Only if you invite them in, is 
anyone allowed in there, and that I would defend in 
any and every way necessary."

"Then let me resolve this matter once and for all!" 
said Candice.  "Mr. Bruce 'Daddy' Burns, you are 
hereby invited into our home at any time you wish, day 
or night.  I have no intention of every using that 
special lock you have on the door, and here is one of 
the keys you gave us earlier," she said as she placed 
it down beside his plate.  "If I can be honest, I hope 
you might come by and spend some time with us, for it 
would make us very happy!"

"Well thank you Candice," he replied.  "I have an idea 
I just might accept your invitation, especially this 
evening, so I can see how you are getting on.  Now 
that you know what you have here, we can stop by your 
other place tomorrow and pick up anything you want or 
need from there, and any food you may have stored 
there."

The remaining food was organized and placed in the 
refrigerator, the dishes collected and put in the 
dishwasher, and the kitchen was thereby in good order.  
Going through the garage, they all headed for the new 
home of the ladies.

As Bruce toured the apartment, he was shown how 
everything had been put away, and the beds made with 
matching sheets.  The vanity table was shown off by 
Linda, as she manipulated the mirrors to allow 
different views of herself as she sat there.  He noted 
the absence of a desk for Linda to do her school work 
at, and planned to fix that tomorrow.  In the living 
room, he noticed that the furniture had been placed 
too close together, as if they were trying to fit 
everything onto the central rug.  He pointed this out 
to the girls, saying that they should be up to, but 
not on the rug.  Working together, they moved each 
item to its rightful position, making the entire room 
seem much bigger.

"May I see how the television works?" asked Bruce.

"Of course, Dad," said Candice.  "There is the remote 
on the end table, but I'm afraid you will be 
disappointed, for it can't get even the two local 
stations that most people in the area get."  With the 
television on, he confirmed that, and then went to 
check the back.  The cable was not attached to the 
wall, a matter he quickly corrected.  Then they not 
only got the two stations, but were able to tune in to 
so many that they could not even count them.  Both of 
them were delighted.

"Tomorrow, we will go and pick up some pictures to 
enhance your bare walls, a desk for Linda's homework, 
and some plants to give the room some life."  As he 
was speaking, he went over and pulled the drapes 
closed since night had fallen.

"We tried to find out how to close them earlier, and 
they wouldn't budge," said Linda.  "Look at how easy 
it was!" she declared.

"When you know how, everything becomes easier, Linda.  
That is why you must put as much effort into learning 
at school, and learn everything you can.  It makes 
your life so much easier, the more you can learn."

School Review

"Daddy," said Linda, "I have been getting straight 
'A's' for the longest time now.  Every since the 
school feeding program was fixed by you, and I have 
been going regular."  Drifting off in her thoughts, 
she said, almost to herself, "Imagine that!  Even 
before I met the man, he was helping me to get good 
marks at school.  Now he is becoming my Dad!  Wow!"

"Your comments help me feel sure that the program is 
doing well, and is making a difference.  It is nice to 
hear that from one of the students, rather than all 
the ones that try to placate me because I am the one 
that is spending a little money."

"Everybody in the area knows you are supporting the 
program, so there is little value in trying to pretend 
it is a secret any longer," advised Candice.  "You can 
see the difference it has made for my daughter, and 
that is pretty much true of all the students.  Did you 
know that absentees are down to less than one percent?  
And since they must be on time for school, there are 
almost never any late arrivals any more.  You should 
have heard the principle when he told us at the last 
PTA meeting.  He has never smiled so much before."

"Can you imagine what it would be like if he gets the 
grant he is after, Mommy?" asked Linda.  "How I would 
love to be able to work on a real computer!"

Window On The World

"Would you ladies mind coming with me, please?" asked 
Bruce.  He led them back into the main house, and 
arrived in a section they had not seen before.  When 
he opened the door to the room he was heading for, 
both the girls stopped just inside, their eyes wide 
open as they looked at the walls covered with shelves 
of books.  There was more reading material there than 
in the main library in MoBay.  In the centre of the 
room was an almost round desk, on which there were a 
number of computers, one at each chair.

"Both of you ladies are welcome to come in here and 
use the computers, except one, for as much time as you 
wish, once your work is done.  They are all hooked 
into the Internet, so you are free to browse the net, 
but no sex sights are allowed, Linda.  And the other 
danger is the chat rooms...they are forbidden!  Is that 
understood and agreed?"

"Of course, Daddy," said Linda.  "I really don't know 
what you are talking about, but if you say I'm not to 
do something, then I won't.  You must have a reason 
for anything you decide."

"The one computer you are not to get on is this one, 
for it is mine exclusively.  I want it to be available 
any and every time I need it, for it is my usual play 
thing, research tool and a whole lot more.  There is 
one final thing I guess I need to mention.  I prize 
books as being something very valuable, and they 
deserve respect.  Please handle the books carefully, 
and put no marks in them that the publisher didn't put 
in there.  No dog ears, or crumpled corners, no 
folding corners as bookmarks, and always back in the 
right place.  If you are not sure where it came from, 
leave it out and I will put it back."

"We promise to treat the books as well as you do, 
Dad!" said Candice.

"You make me realize that you haven't even seen all 
the house yet," he observed.  "Tomorrow we will do a 
tour of the house, for I think you will have a couple 
of surprises in store for you.  But right now, can we 
go back to sitting down for a quiet evening together?  
I was really enjoying it!"

Shared Evening

They returned to the apartment and he ended up sitting 
in the easy chair.  Almost immediately, Linda was 
there, crowding in beside him, and cuddling up to his 
chest.  Leaning over, he planted a kiss on her 
forehead, and rested his hand on her hips.  With his 
other hand, he took up the remote control, turned on 
the television, and selected his favourite channel.  
After puttering around for a few minutes, Candice came 
to the near end of the chesterfield, and sat down to 
watch the television.  When Bruce offered her the 
remote control, she declined and left it with him.

"I want you to get ready for bed, Linda," said her mom 
when the program ended.  "If you are fast enough, you 
may come back for a little longer before your 
bedtime."

"Okay, Mom," said Linda as she got up from her place.  
"I'm coming back, Daddy!" she declared.

True to her word, she did return just a few minutes 
later.  She was wearing a new nightgown, that was 
shorter than what Bruce would have sanctioned, but 
that would have been up to her mother to approve or 
disapprove.  Once again, she slipped into the small 
space beside her Daddy, and he returned his hand to 
resting on her hip.  Linda looked up into his face, 
pushed herself up enough to plant a kiss on his cheek, 
and then slid back down to where she had been resting.  
This movement, however, created a problem as her 
nightgown had not slid down as she did, and now her 
lower abdominal area was exposed, and she did not have 
on any panties.

"Fix your nightgown, Linda," instructed Bruce.

"It's okay, Daddy," she replied.  "I'm sitting with my 
Mommy and my Daddy and nobody else.  It doesn't 
matter!"  Bruce looked over at Candice, and she smiled 
and shrugged her shoulders, mouthing the words, 'leave 
her'.  He did not pursue the matter any further, and 
rested his hand back just a little higher than he was 
before so that it would not be touching her bare skin.  
They sat there for the next half an hour, watching the 
next show, about some cute animals and their plight to 
survive in Australia.  Bruce half watched the show and 
spent several periods of time looking at her exposed 
vulva.

"Bedtime, Linda!" said her mom as the show finished.  
"Kiss Daddy goodnight and off you go."

Getting up, Linda leaned over and kissed him on the 
lips, and then said, "Good night, Daddy!  I love you!"

"Goodnight, Linda!" he replied.  "I love you, too!"

Linda then went over and kissed her mother on her 
lips, and exchanged goodnights with her.  Then she was 
off to her bed.  Bruce turned to Candice, and said, 
"It is time I should leave you and let you get to your 
bed as well."

"Please stay just a little while longer, Dad?" she 
asked.  "I never got my chance to cuddle up with you, 
and that would only be fair since you spent so long 
with Linda!"

"If you think I am going to pass up the opportunity to 
sit with you like she was, then you have the wrong 
guy," he said.  "But there is not enough room on this 
chair to hold both of us, so how about I move over to 
the chesterfield?"

"That's a good idea, but if you will excuse me just 
for a few moments, I have something I need to do 
first," said Candice.

Revealing Development

She headed off into the bedroom, and Bruce went over 
to the chesterfield, and then started looking for 
other shows that might interest Candice more than what 
he had on before.  He found one that looked promising, 
and set the remote down, looked up and saw Candice.  
She had come out of the bedroom wearing a negligee 
that left little to the imagination.  Casually, she 
walked over to beside him, and sat down, leaning up 
against him.

"You are certainly one very beautiful young woman, 
Candice," he said to her as he wrapped his arm around 
her, his hand on her slim waist.

"Well thank you sir," she replied looking up into his 
eyes.  "I'm glad my appearance pleases you!"

"It has been a long time since I've seen so much of a 
woman.  You are a temptation, and very hard to 
resist!"

"Then don't resist, for you are welcome to enjoy it," 
she declared.

"You need to keep yourself for some young man that can 
satisfy your needs, not an old man, more than twice 
your age."

"Now see here," she said as she sat up, revealing her 
breasts to him again.  "I've never found any young 
man, or any man for that matter that is anything like 
you, and you are the type of man I want to be with, 
and happy to have whatever you can spare for me.  The 
last time I had sex, the only time I had sex was when 
I was raped, and got pregnant with Linda.  Nobody else 
has ever interested me until you came along."  She 
leaned back over to him, and stretched herself out 
against his side, her breast coming to rest upon the 
soft part belly part of his waist.

"You have never had sex since you were, what, twelve 
years old?" he said in surprise.

"Eleven actually when it happened.  Twelve when Linda 
was born.  For the longest time, I was afraid of sex, 
but more just not interested in the efforts I received 
from the few guys that showed any interest in me.  Now 
I am not so afraid of sex, for I know there must be 
something good in it, and I am hoping you will become 
my teacher."

"You are actually lying there, totally exposed to my 
sight, and offering to have sex with me!  That is 
quite a commitment, Candice.  You are quite a good 
looking woman, but very young.  I think I would feel 
guilty if I took advantage of you!"

"Then feel guilty, for I am determined to seduce you 
if I can."  Getting up, she said, "This is not totally 
exposed, but this is!" she said as the negligee came 
off.  She stood before him, completely naked, offering 
her body to his gratification.

"I don't have a single condom I could use, Candice," 
he told her.

Sitting down beside him, she said, "I was checked a 
few years ago, and I did not have any illness 
including Aids.  It happens to be a time of month when 
I am not likely to get pregnant, and I don't think I 
would mind if I did.  I would happily carry a child 
for you!  Please take a chance on me?"

Accepted Invitation

Reaching out, he put his hands on her shoulders, and 
pulled her to him, placing a kiss on her lips when she 
was close enough.  She returned the kiss, and he used 
his mouth to open hers, kissing her openly and 
passionately with his lips and his tongue, a technique 
that she learned quickly and then responded to.  Bruce 
reached out and took one of her breasts in his hand, 
and began feeling it, kneading it gently.  She placed 
her hand over the bulge in his pants, lifted the pants 
enough to allow it to move up against his belly, and 
then placed her hand over it, wrapping around it as 
far as the pants allowed.

Bruce got up from beside Candice, and gently guided 
her to lay back on the chesterfield.  Looking at her 
breasts, he leaned over and kissed first one and then 
the other on the nipples.  They were not particularly 
large, and smaller breasts were his preference.  He 
attempted to put his mouth over one, but found it a 
little too large to fit in, but was able to get a 
portion of it inside his mouth.  When he used the back 
of his tongue to rub the nipple, she groaned from the 
sensation it produced in her.  Then he claimed the 
other breast in the same way.

Sliding his lips down from her breasts, he moved them 
over her belly button, and on down to the top of her 
pubic hair, planting kiss after kiss on her soft 
belly.  Moving on, he bypassed the crop of hair and 
moved on to her upper thighs, kissing them as close to 
the inside as he could reach.  When she raised her 
knee, he then began kissing the inside of her thigh, 
causing her to moan out with every kiss.  Gently he 
moved her knees apart, opening her crotch to his sight 
and touch.  Leaning over, he used his mouth to push 
the hairs apart enough to plant a kiss on the folds of 
her vulva.  This time the groan was even louder.

Staying on his knees, he continued kissing her vulva, 
pushing the lips aside to reach her clitoris, and take 
it into his mouth.  After a few moments of him playing 
with it between his lips, she reached a sexual climax, 
accompanied by some much louder groans.  He could see 
the opening to her vagina widen as he continued to 
play with her between her legs, and finally placed his 
mouth over the opening for a few kisses, and then the 
insertion of his tongue into her vagina.  Now the 
groaning became almost constant.

Abandoning her, he stood up and removed his clothes 
under her watchful eyes.  As soon as he was naked, he 
stretched out over her naked body, positioned his 
penis at the opening between her legs, and began 
pressing it inside her.  When she tried to press down 
on him, he began to pump in and out of her, again 
causing her to groan.  She soon reached another 
climax.

Still inside her, he continued to pump, while he began 
kissing her on her willing mouth.  They continued at 
that for a couple of minutes, and then both of them 
climaxed, his juices shooting up inside her vagina.  
They remained together for quite a few minutes, 
kissing and touching each other, primarily about the 
face of each other, but Linda did rub his back some.  
Their eyes and touches were their only communication 
for all that time.

When Bruce finally got up, Candice lay there a moment 
and then got up to stand beside him.  "Since you were 
my teacher, thank you for teaching me how wonderful 
sex can be.  It was far better than anything I 
imagined it would be, and it was so good, that I want 
you to do it again, right now!  Sorry about getting 
carried away with it, but it felt So Damn Good!"

"You may content yourself with the knowledge that I 
have every intention of fucking you again before we 
say goodnight!" he said as he pulled her naked body 
against his.  "But I need to recover for a little bit 
first!  May I beg a cup of tea?"

"Of course, Dad!" said Candice as she became serious.  
"I don't have any tea bags here, so I will get one 
from your kitchen, and be right back.  Would it be too 
brazen to go like this?" she asked holding her arms 
apart to display her nakedness.

"We are alone except for a sleeping child, between 
times of having sex, in the privacy of our home.  Of 
course you may go like that, or get your robe if you 
are more comfortable with it on.  If you wear it, then 
it comes off the second you return, for I intend to 
stare at your sweet body until I have taken you once 
again.  You are so sexy and delightfully young!"  That 
made Candice decide to remain naked, as she left 
through the garage, into the kitchen and then back 
with the tea bags, cups, sugar, spoons and kettle 
needed to prepare his tea.

"I see I forgot to stock the kitchen!" he said as he 
followed her to the kitchen.  He had said he wanted to 
look at her, and that is what he was doing.  As soon 
as the tea was prepared with a cup for each of them, 
Candice returned to the living room and set them down 
on the new coffee table.  Then she asked Bruce to 
excuse her for a moment, and headed into the bedroom.  
Only moments later, she returned and came straight 
over to him, taking his hand.

Overview

"Come look on your little girl, Daddy!" she said.  
With her hand in his, she guided him into the bedroom, 
and walked over to Linda's bed.  She was laying there 
one leg drawn up, halfway between being on her belly, 
and her side, but with the nightgown drawn up over her 
waist, leaving her bum and crotch completely exposed.  
"That's your little girl, Daddy!" she whispered.  
"Isn't she sweet when she is asleep?"

"You called me into a twelve year old's bedroom," he 
whispered to her, "to show me how sweet she is when 
she is laying there exposed like that?  I'm not 
supposed to see her like this, no matter how sweet and 
innocent she looks."

"She doesn't know you are looking at her, Daddy, and 
from the looks of this," as she took hold of his 
erection, "you don't mind seeing her either.  Enjoy 
the view, and then come and make love to me," she 
said.

When they returned to the living room, and normal 
levels of speech, he said, "Candice, that was not 
right.  You actually showed off the private parts of 
your own daughter to an old man.  Of course such sweet 
innocence is sexy, and I couldn't help reacting to it, 
but that is like I violated her privacy!"

"You are not just an old man, you are becoming like 
her father.  She has already shown you clearly that 
she does not mind if you see her, and I have shown you 
that I don't mind if you see her.  You have shown that 
you respond to what you see, and that is only natural.  
I would leave her alone with you at any time for I 
know you would only do what is right."

"How can you say all that, as nice as it is, when I 
have just had sex with you, a girl less than half of 
my age, and been turned on by a girl that is half your 
age again, or only one-quarter of my age?"

"I guess that is what happens when you trust the one 
you love, for I love you with all my heart, and want 
no secrets or anything hidden from you.  For some 
reason, I include my daughter in that."

"But she had the right of privacy, and protection of 
that privacy when she is asleep, especially in her own 
home where it falls on me to protect her, even from 
myself!"

"Well trust me, Dad, for she has no desire to be 
protected from you.  I'm sure she will be glad of the 
protection for her, except when it comes to yourself.  
When it comes to you, she is going to explore her own 
sexuality, especially as it is now developing with 
puberty, and there is no better man in the world to 
explore it with than you."

"The way you talk, it is almost as if it wouldn't 
matter if I had sex with her," he observed.

"I am hoping you will be the one to teach her what sex 
is and how it is done and feels, for I want her to 
learn the way you are teaching me tonight, not as I 
learned thirteen years ago," declared Candice.

Under The Stars

"I think that discussion should be left for a 
different day and time, but right now, you are here, 
naked and very sexy, and I wish to take advantage of 
you and penetrate your body once again."

"Where would you like to do it, sir?" she asked.

"Outside in the moonlight," he answered having had an 
inspirational thought.  "Get a blanket, and let's go!"  
Candice got out a blanket, still in its original store 
packaging, and followed him outside through the 
garage.  He had to override the system to keep the 
lights off.

It was close to a full moon, and quite bright outside 
in the wash of the moonlight.  Bruce had grabbed a 
foam pad used to work under the car when it was 
needed, and placed it on the lawn.  Candice threw the 
blanket over it, and then lay down upon it.  Bruce 
stood over her, looking at her delightful form, and 
feeling slightly guilty about having sex with such a 
young girl.  She was available and wanting it, just as 
he wanted it, so he got over her and they made love 
again.  When they were done, they lay side by side, 
and looked at the heavens above their heads.  The moon 
was still there, but would soon be below the horizon, 
and the stars would take over their domain of the sky.

"Do you ever think about other life out there?" she 
asked.

"All the time," he replied.  "Every time I see the 
stars, and the Milky Way, I can't help but wonder who 
are our neighbours, and how far away do they live."

"I've heard about the Milky Way before, but have never 
known what it was or meant.  Can you tell me?"

"If we just lay here for another little while, the 
moon will go below the horizon, and then I believe I 
will be able to show it to you."

"May I kiss you while we are waiting?" she asked.  She 
did not wait for an answer, but began kissing his 
mouth, and then turned to kiss his penis, taking it 
into her mouth and pulling on the softness of it.  It 
didn't take long to come up, and they made love for 
the third time.

When they were done, the moon had gone down and he 
showed her the Milky Way.  Indeed, they found the sky 
so interesting, that they remained there talking about 
the wonder of it all for a long time.  When Bruce 
realized that Candice was nearly asleep and he was 
closer than he expected, he roused himself and his 
lady, and they gathered up the blanket and pad, 
returning them inside.  Bruce said goodnight to 
Candice at the entrance to the bedroom, electing not 
to go in, and she climbed in bed alone.  He could see 
that Linda was in a different position, but still 
exposed to his view even from the doorway.

Gathering up his clothes from the living room, he left 
the apartment, and returned to his own portion of the 
house.  Going through his garage, and then the 
kitchen, he went and on until he finally found his 
bed, allowed himself to fall onto it, and fall asleep 
where he would remain until the dawn light.

Changed Relationships

Candice made it up first, got dressed and headed for 
the kitchen, for she wanted to do that which she had 
come to do, take care of a man and his home.  As she 
worked, she couldn't help but think about the man she 
had been with, and how she wanted to be there again.  
Her desire was that she would be there at least for 
the rest of his life.

Linda arrived to assist her with the last of the 
breakfast preparations, curious to find out how things 
had gone between her Mom and her Dad.  All Mom would 
say was that everything was just fine, and give her 
something more to do towards the breakfast.

Dad was the last to arrive, and seemed to have a very 
business like look about him, and the way he acted.  
While he did say good morning to both of them, he 
seemed to be a little distant from what he was last 
night.  Only when they were sitting at the table, and 
had eaten most of the breakfast Candice had prepared, 
did he finally say something, a something that sent 
chills down Linda's spine.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you it will be necessary 
for you to move again, for it would not be appropriate 
for you to stay in that apartment."  He sounded so 
officious that even Candice turned to look at him.  
Thinking of how it would feel if he ever said that and 
meant for them to leave altogether, sent a wave of 
cold dread coursing through her body.  Linda was 
frozen, not even chewing the food that was in her 
mouth, the colour drained out of her face.

"Do you have any idea how far it is from your 
apartment to my bedroom?  You just can't expect me to 
wait that long if I get excited and want a little sex, 
now could you?"  When Linda looked over at her mother, 
she was smiling, and then again so was Daddy.  Then 
the words began to sink in, and the fear that Mommy 
might have done something to mess up things was gone.  
Indeed, she had done well.

"I suppose I will need to make changes in one of the 
bedrooms near mine to accommodate that sweet, and sexy 
girl called Linda.  I'll probably have to buy her a 
few longer nightgowns, as well."

"So how close do you plan on having me, Dad?" asked 
Candice.

"Hopefully close enough to feel your sweet butt as you 
bore a hole in my chest with your breast," he replied.

"In your bed?" she asked as she turned to completely 
face him.

"I sure hope so," he confirmed.  "That was too good to 
not repeat it as often as this old man can manage!"

"That was no old man in my last night," she declared.  
"What a lover you are...so full of passion, tenderness, 
sexuality, and everything a girl could ever want, all 
rolled up into one kind, generous, caring man with a 
sense of humour, and the greatest pair of arms to be 
in."

"You're going to have to introduce me to this guy, for 
it doesn't sound like anybody I know," he said to his 
lady.

"Okay, one day I will introduce you to him.  If you 
are just the least bit hungry, you had better stop 
seducing me, for I want you right now!"

"Oh, oh!" he responded.  "For Linda's sake I'll stop 
now, but work at it later!"

"Promise?" she asked, kissing him on his lips lightly.

"Written guarantee, if that would please you!" he 
assured her.

"No," she countered.  "Try just shoving it deep inside 
me!  That's enough for me!"

"Linda certainly has been getting an earful this 
morning," he noted.

"Yes, she has," agreed Candy.  "I guess she will be 
rather jealous by now.  Why don't you give her a bit 
of a cuddle as an appetizer?" she suggested.

"I can't!" he exclaimed.  "If I did that, I would 
likely end up with a handful of her bare butt!"

"So?" she asked.  "It's soft, smooth, round, and sexy.  
What's wrong with that?"

"Listen to your mother offering your bare butt to me," 
he said to Linda.

"I just love her for that!" exclaimed Linda.  "It's 
ready for you when you are ready for it!"

"And what makes either of you think I will have any 
interest in a twelve year old bum?" he asked.

"If you're not, then I will cry myself to sleep for 
the rest of my life!" declared Linda.

"When you looked at her bare butt last night, you had 
an interest that was obvious," stated Candy.

"He looked at me last night?" she asked, turning to 
her mother with wide eyes.

"You put on a nice show for him last night, lifting 
your leg to give us a real good look," she confirmed 
to her daughter.  "When I called Daddy to take a look, 
he certainly had a big bump in the front of his pants 
as he tried to pretend he wasn't interested."

"Oh, that's so exciting!" declared Linda.  "I wish I 
had been awake to know while he looked!"

"So take off your nightgown and give him a look at all 
of you," suggested her mother.  Once the surprise of 
the suggestion wore off, the gown came off, and she 
stood there naked before him.

"Do you like how I look, Daddy?" she asked, just a 
little of her shyness showing through.

"You bet I do," he assured her.  "You are one very 
pretty girl, and now, more than ever, I can see the 
image of the woman I married years ago.  Now, I can 
see I have two of the prettiest girls around, and feel 
very lucky indeed."

Candy came over to him, pulling Linda even closer to 
him as she came up close.  "We both love you, Daddy.  
We know you see your wife in Linda's face, and that is 
good.  Anything you want from us is here for you to 
help you feel happy again."

"My dear Candice," he started, "I can see my wife in 
both of you now, and you are both very beautiful.  
With the same build I appreciate in a girl, the same 
facial characteristics, but more important, I also see 
two girls, both willing to share themselves with me.  
I couldn't be luckier than this!"

"What does this mean, Daddy?" interrupted Linda.  "Are 
we going to really live with you?"

"Yes, darling, we are all going to live together as 
one family, Mommy sharing our bed with each other, and 
you very close by in the next room.  Together we will 
try to make a happy life for all of us!"

"That sounds so wonderful, Daddy," declared Linda.  
"So you don't mind me being like this?" she asked, 
referring to her nudity.

"Well, that is a privileged extra it would seem," he 
responded.  "I don't believe I should be seeing you 
naked all the time though."

"But if this is to be our home, and it's just Mommy, 
you and me here, then it can't be so bad, can it?" she 
questioned.

"Actually it is very nice, and I must admit, quite 
enjoyable to see, but you must understand that it is 
not a generally acceptable thing to display your body 
like that."

"Even when we are likely to become lovers?" she 
countered.

"I'm not so sure that will happen darling," he told 
her.

"Daddy thinks you are too young, Linda," explained 
Candy.

"Not so much too young, but too young for an old man 
to take advantage of," he corrected.

"Now, Bruce," said Candice.  "How old were you the 
first time you had sex with a girl?"

"About fourteen, as I recall," he admitted.

"How old was your girl?" she persisted.

"I think she was about twelve," he admitted, realizing 
where this was going.  "That was the same girl that 
became my wife several years later."

"Was she too young?" asked Candy.

"When I think back on it, probably she was," he 
admitted.  "It was nice though, and lasted for years 
and years."

"And along the way, you not only found out how nice it 
was, but learned all the techniques to make it 
wonderful for her.  You showed me some of your skills 
yesterday," she declared.  "Would you deprive Linda of 
such a good chance to learn from such a loving man?"

"I give up," he declared.  "Not immediately, for I 
need time to get used to the idea, but I guess you and 
I will be making love, Linda."

"Thank you, Daddy," she declared.  "I know it will be 
the best way for me, and I hope it is as nice as what 
I've heard."  Coming over to him, she wrapped herself 
to him, and accepted his arms about her, including one 
hand on her bum.  "It feels so nice when you hold me 
like this, Daddy!"

"It's pretty wonderful to me too, darling," he assured 
her.  "My little princess!"

"Don't forget me," suggested Candice.  "Seeing you two 
like that makes me feel pretty wonderful, almost as if 
it was me being cuddled."

"I haven't forgotten you, darling," he declared.  "As 
a matter of fact, I was just thinking of us going 
upstairs and making love.  Linda might even do well by 
seeing the actual thing, and knowing something more 
about what happens at the time."

"Please come and get me then, Daddy, for I just came 
as you spoke!" she declared.  Her expression showed 
clearly that she was feeling it at that moments.

"Interested in watching Mommy and me make love, 
darling?" he asked the youngster in his arms.

"Oh, Daddy!  You've got to know how great that would 
be.  Thank you, and I love you!"

Taking Linda up to sit on his one arm, he took Candy's 
hand, led them up to his room, and with a witness, 
made long, passionate love to Candy, lasting well over 
an hour.  Linda did learn from watching, and was much 
more prepared to accept him when it came time to do it 
with him.


Nearly a week passed by, and still Linda remained a 
virgin.  Bruce had done a little playing with her 
during that time, and she had been able to experience 
several climaxes during those times.  Indeed, she 
actively sought his touch, for she was getting to 
enjoy the sexual arousal that came from those times.  
She had also witnessed her mother being penetrated by 
him almost on a daily basis, sometimes even more than 
once in any given day.  Evenings had become a time of 
nudity for her, and she never hesitated to strip off 
whatever she was wearing for the slightest 
provocation.

This particular evening, she was stretched out naked, 
front up across his lap.  He had spent time fondling 
her breasts, although he had not sucked on them as he 
had on many other occasions.  Most of his attention 
was centred between her well spread legs, and her 
third climax had been experience a few moments ago, 
and she had now regained her composure.  She still 
remained stimulated when he picked her up, took her 
mother's hand, and led them upstairs.  Linda fully 
expected to be able to suck on his cock once more 
before he penetrated his mother, and finished the 
session inside her.  At least she didn't have to 
return to her own bed these last couple of nights, and 
remained sleeping with them in their very large bed.

Instead of his having her mother get on the bed and 
open her legs for him to lick and kiss her vulva, this 
time he had Linda get in the position.  Not for the 
first time, he used his lips and tongue to bring her 
to yet another climax, something she was ecstatic 
about.  When she did open her eyes, it was in response 
to the sensation of something bigger than normal 
entering her vagina.  He was over top of her, and his 
penis had entered the lower part of her opening.

"Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed.  "This is even 
better than any other time!"

Upon saying that, Linda winced, for he was pressing 
down even deeper into her, and from inside she felt a 
burning.  He went in all the way!

"You're not a virgin any more, sweetheart," he told 
her.  "Tell me when the hurt stops."

"It's still burning, Daddy," she told him, "but it 
feels so full down there, just like it is a missing 
part come back.  I don't know how to explain it to 
you, but it is nice."

"You are a woman now, my little princess," he said 
reassuringly.  "This is the natural place for a man's 
penis to be, and it makes you feel complete."

"That's it, Daddy," she declared.  "I think the 
burning is almost gone now."

When Bruce pulled back, she felt the loss of it from 
where it felt good, but when it went back in, it was 
wonderful, and almost totally without pain.  The next 
time he pulled back and then in again, she could not 
hide the satisfaction it brought her, and cried out 
just as her mother did when she was getting it in her.

"Isn't it wonderful?" asked her mother from close 
beside her.  "Daddy is doing it nicely in you."

"Oh, Mommy, it is the greatest feeling I've ever had!  
I'm a woman!  Daddy said so!"

"You are still my baby, but yes, darling, you are a 
woman now!" she responded.

For several minutes, Bruce pumped his penis in and out 
of his naked twelve year old he had played with so 
many times.  He knew the taste of her juices that now 
smoothed his way into her body, and allowed him to 
pump her with only satisfaction coming from his 
actions.  She knew this was the first, but far from 
the last time she would experience the thrill of sex 
with the man she now called Daddy.