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 Body Oil

   Hot sweat stung his eyes, but he didn't close them.  He couldn't.  There
was something way too beautiful in front of him.  He let his eyes burn, and
let a smirk develop across his face.

   John saw the evil grin developing, and smacked his forehead lightly. 
His girlfriend Elizabeth noticed where Julian's eyes were leading too, and
tugged on John's shirt, with a worried look on her face and a "why don't
you do something" expression.  But John returned it with a bowed head, and
a shake that said "that's just Jules' way...".

   There was no air conditioning in Julian's shop, just two huge garage
doors on each end that opened up to the hot desert, with its blue sky
melted into heat lines.  It was a little cooler inside the metal building,
but sweat still poured off of everyone.  Especially Julian's little adopted
daughter, Mia.  Julian's "new" car was up on a lift, another one of his
insane projects, a beat to shit bright yellow 1976 Lotus Elite that he had
puttered into the place the other day, with an absolutely mad look on pilot
Jules' face and a beaming smile from his proud copilot, Mia.

   Julian was proud of his daughter especially now, watching her try her
best to work on the thing.His proud, horny eyes traced Mia's figure... the
lift was a bit high for her, so she was forced to reach up unsteadily with
her little wrench, getting on her tippy toes to reach the oil drain plug.
Both her arms raised skyward as she grabbed a frame rail for balance, she
clumsily got the wrench to click into place, and happily started cranking.
Looking so cute in those absurdly naughty "work clothes"... the ripped top
of an ancient wife beater that just barely covered her chest and was almost
see through, and a tiny, tiny pair of jean shorts, cut way too short but
still a little baggy on her slim figure.

   Julian practically salivated.  Every little curve on her was visible, as
she stretched out, practically shoving out her little chest for him to
grab. Her pretty brown shoulderlength hair stuffed with little bits of
grease and dirt and old leaves that cling to the bottom of an old car...
her face marked by the same, her tongue stuck out in so much concentration.

   Suddenly, she managed to get the drainplug out enough that a torrent of
still lukewarm dirty motoroil bursted from the car, and showered all over
her head and chest.  She leaped back and yelped.

   Without missing a beat, and with a dirty smile on his face, Jules
swooped in with a wad of paper towels.  On the way there, he glanced back
at his two friends, and smiled evilly at the appalled look on their faces.

   John sighed.  He didn't want to say anything, but he knew there was a
reason he had sent her under there without so much as a drainpan... a
really perverted one at that.  He wondered why he didn't speak up more
sometimes.  He took it upon himself to pick up the drainpan and place it
under the steady stream of oil that was pissing onto the garage floor.

   "Oh sweetie... let me help you with that... mmm..."

   She stood there looking like a dirty soaked rat, with her arms held out
from her body, trying not to dirty herself more.  She was all soaked with
oil, and it made her shirt almost invisible and made her body sexy and
slick...

   He got behind her and placed a hand on her little waist, and took the
big wad of paper towels and started dabbing and rubbing her, first cleaning
her hair a bit so it wouldn't run down onto her face, then moving down and
getting most of it out of her eyes and face that had already gone there,
and then moving down to her little chest, right above her little
undeveloped lumps, rubbing her gently but firmly, and down to her tummy
after that, reaching a bit further down and more tenderly than he needed
to. He ended by tickling her there around her belly button.

   "A-HAHA!!!  Daddy... I-I'm sorry... I forgot... Now everything's covered
in it..."

   He barely heard her apology, he didn't care.  He was too busy staring at
her blushing, embarrassed little smile and sweet, adorable body all covered
in dirty oil and still holding a wrench.  Her face and skin so delightfully
stained by the stuff.

   "Hehe, what a bad girl eh?  Mmm... look how cute you are all covered in
oil..."

   "Daaaddy!!!" she said, tweaking an eye oddly at him as she always did
when he started acting that way.

   "Heh, I'm sorry sweetheart... ya just look too cute!"

   With that, he swooped in for a hug and pressed her closely to him.  Her
head was right at his chest level, his hands groped at her back, pulling
her right up against him.  She had a slightly uncomfortable look on her
face, but held him back gently, creating two greasy stains down the back of
his white undershirt.

   "hhh, b-but Daddy, I'm all covered in dirty oil... you're gonna get it
all over you..."

   "Hehe, I don't care, sweetheart..."

   "B-but daddy!!!-"

   He shut her up by picking her up suddenly, with one hand on her bottom
and the other on her back, and giving her a huge, inappropriate kiss on the
lips, with a lot of suction and a lot of tongue.  Her eyes were like
platters.

   *smack!*

   "mmm... D-DADDY!!!" she said excitedly, her body nervous and blushing,
"I-I- now there's all oil all on your-"

   He silenced her again with another smooch, licking her lips and tongue
on the way out.  She closed her eyes and savored it.

   "D-Daddy... your face is all covered in it now too... you're so dirty!"
she blushed.

   Both John and Elizabeth's jaws dropped.  They couldn't believe they wee
seeing something so naughty it had to be illegal... but it was his
daughter... and there was definitely lots of love there... It was just that
sometimes Jules got carried away.  Right?  Jules had been horny before Mia
came around... but John had never known he had such an affinity for such
young girls.

   Daddy set little eleven year old Mia on her feet again, and she tottered
and teetered away nervously, barely with balance, as if he had shocked the
sense out of her with those kisses.

   "I'm sorry sweetheart... I can't resist..."

   Jules just looked at his now estranged friends with a smug look on his
face.

   "hehe..."

   John gave up.

   "Alright Jules... that's it!  I've had enough of this... We're leaving.
We don't have to see this.  You're a sicko, Jules..."

   "John, Wait..."

   The puny voice came from Elizabeth.  John regretted bringing her here...
She had met Jules on a few different occasions, but never seen him while he
was with Mia... Now that he thought about it he wondered why he thought
Jules wouldn't do something like this.  It was supposed to be a few
pleasant days at Jules' desert house.  John wanted to leave early.

   Elizabeth was a quiet girl, just about the type Jules could envision
John with.  A curvy woman in her early thirties, with large breasts and a
sizeable rump without being too overweight, the shade of goldish hair that
is sometimes termed as "red", and freckled, sunburnt skin.  She had hardly
spoken for the whole duration of today, starting with breakfast served on
Jules' porch, til this midday excursion to show off Jules' new car.

   Maybe it was out of a bit of shock of what she was seeing unfold in
front of her eyes... On the first night, they had both noticed both Jules
and Mia go to bed... in the same bedroom.  on the second night, they had
both heard undeniably odd noises coming from that bedroom, from midnight
til 3 in the morning.  Both Jules and Mia had woken up very late and very
happy...

   John harped on about such occurrences from the moment they got there,
but Elizabeth remained mostly quiet.  She knew there must be some
explanation... for things like the fact that her bed was so much bigger
than a little girl's bed, to accommodate an adult... or more overtly the
vibrator or "personal massager" she happened to come across in Mia's drawer
when she had been looking for something else.  She was intrigued by the
goings on in this place, disgusted, but intrigued.

   Mia apparently hadn't been aware of the last few seconds of
conversation, but noticed the uncomfortable looks on everyone's faces and
attempted to explain it, as she was distracted by playing with some curious
tool she had found (a torque wrench).

   "Daddy's always trying to kiss me and grab me like that... Even when
we're out of bed," she laughed

   There was silence.  Mia continued to flutter aimlessly around the
garage. Looks of stone penetrated Jules, from the direction of John and
Elizabeth.  Jules remained cool.  He maintained a look on his face that
matter of factly accepted the situation.

   "I need a shower daddy..."

   She ran up to him and hugged him again, and both parties, both pairs of
lovers looked at each other.

   Jules gestured with his nose to the house

   "WE need a shower.  We're going over there.  You guys can leave if you
want."

   With that the pair, arms around each other, walked off towards the
house.

   John narrowed his eyes.  No amount of shower could wash off that dirt.

   John stared at Elizabeth as the lovers walked off to the background. 
His look interrogated her, and he wondered if she still held an objection
to getting the fuck out of here, as she had brought to his attention but
whose reasons remained a mystery.

   "Honey... give me the car keys.  We're getting out."

   She turned up her nose and followed Jules and Mia.  John slapped his
forehead and followed in turn.

   It was a fairly long walk in the desert out to the shop to Jules'
Mansion of Madness.  At this hour there were just barely shadows cast by
the cactus, and mesas were visible clearly under the bright blue sky. 
About 100 yards ahead of them were the couple still arm in arm.

   "Can I at least borrow your cel phone so I can call the police..."

   She seemed to not regard his comment, but gave a cursory response;

   "You know... I don't think that's necessary.  I mean... I'm sure this is
a misunderstanding... There doesn't seem to be any negativity or hostility
here.  I mean... he's your friend.  You've known him since college.  Do you
think he would do something... like this?"

   John sighed.

   "Well... no.  I didn't think he would stoop this low.  He's always been
a sicko, but..."

   "Then maybe we should give them both time to explain this to us!  I
mean... come clean, honest with us.  Stop this stupid little game.  We'll
give them an ultimatum.  They have to be HONEST... I mean... shouldn't we
at least give them that?"

   John still trailed a few feet behind his girlfriend, dragging his feet.

   "He's... not a bad man.  I'm still not above the idea he's planned all
of this just to shock us"

   "Well let's hear it from his mouth..."

   The mansion was sand colored, maybe a bit pinker.  God knows where Jules
had the money for it.  Very cleanly kept, beautiful palm trees all around
and a great swimming pool in the middle of the sand in the back yard.  He
kept the desert mostly intact around it, adding more cactus and flowering
succulents around the house.  The house had everything; a Jacuzzi to
compliment the pool, billiards, a wet bar, wine cellar.  Three stories
high, with a beautiful granite floored entryway, with banisters from each
floor looking down onto it, lots of windows to let in plenty of light, and
sparse décor otherwise.

   They got in just in time to see Jules and his daughter climb the stairs,
and get in the same shower.  He again sighed as the shower came on,
signified by a rush of the noise of water.

   They seated themselves on the puffy brown leather, L shaped couch in the
living room.  Right outside of the window next to them was a beautiful
fountain that caught John's girlfriend's interest.

   "Watch out," said John bitterly as he inspected the couch.  "They've
probably had sex here too... keep an eye out for condoms,"

   A scornful look crossed his girlfriend's face.  She had seated herself
away from him, on the other side of the L, to admire the fountain would be
her excuse.

   "I'm sure they don't need a condom... She's not even menstruating yet I
don't think.  He's not going to get her... pregnant,"

   Simultaneously they both seemed to realize how horrible that statement
was, and bowed their heads.

   It was probably 15 more minutes til they heard joking, giggling
footsteps.  Their heads finally raised again, and they saw another example
of Jules' sketchy wardrobe choices... His daughter was in a tiny, way too
short for her silk nightie that would show off her panties if she bent over
in the slightest, and displayed her little bumps splendidly.  He was
wearing the same pants as before, minus a shirt.  His long black hair was
still a little wet, his arm was still around her, resting by her neck.  She
wrapped one around his waist.  She had an innocent, slightly worried look
on her face.

   He noticed and was slightly taken aback by the committee-like
congregation on his couch.

   "So you decided to stay after all... Careful there John, I think you're
sitting on a condom,"

   He shot up, before realizing his friend could only have heard him from
upstairs earlier.

   Jules smirked softly.  "Yeah.  We can hear pretty well from up there..."

   John decided to cut the bullshit.  "Listen... Jules.  I don't know what
the fuck you've got going on around here but-"

   Elizabeth interrupted and disregarded him.  "Wait..." she turned her
attention to Jules, who was unfazed.  "You see... we were talking, and
we...I mean, I know I don't even know you that well but... we want to hear
from you... is this a joke?  What's going on... between you and your
daughter..."

   "...Because if this is a joke, it's making us sick!"

   Jules had been standing up but he sat down at that.  He gained a serious
demeanor, at least for a while.  His worried daughter clung to his arm
close, a bit scared.  Elizabeth noticed her increasingly uncomfortable
behavior as she snuggled close to him and buried her face in his arm.

   "Maybe she should leave..." she whispered.

   Jules wore a bold look.  "Why should she?  She's a part of this
relationship you're all so curious about."

   There was a pause.

   "So we make you sick, Johnny... And you don't think it made me sick when
you fucked stupid vapid bitch after vapid bitch in college, without even
caring about any of them?  Maybe I should have spoken up then.  You used
women back then... I think that was worse than anything I've ever done..."

   John's thought patterns developed a worried rhythm.  Elizabeth looked at
him sideways.

   "Uhh, Jules... Let's not talk about my old girlfriends, it isn't a good
time... this isn't about-"

   "But fuck if I wasn't jealous back then!" he laughed, "Course I was
pretty confused... Good thing I got that worked out,"

   He squeezed his daughter close and squeezed her ass.

   John closed his eyes and put his head in his hand.  "So... it is... what
it looks like,"

   "What does it look like," he retorted.

   John looked him straight in the face now, his tone rising.  "It looks
like you've been having sex with your goddamn daughter..."

   "No..." he said calmly.

   They both stared each other off until they couldn't stand it any longer.
Mia and Elisabeth were both terrified to see what their men would do.

   "...it won't fit yet,"

   "GODDAMN IT!!!  H-How can you do this?  How can you stand to do this...
invite us over here, and show us your... your, perversion!  How do you
expect us to react?  You weren't always a... sicko," he was fuming.

   "Shit.  You didn't always keep chopsticks in your urethra either." Added
Jules calmly, "Figured you'd figured it out before anyway, didn't think I
was adding something new.  Well... I wasn't a... a pedophile.  Well no, I
was... I just didn't admit it, or know it... til little Mia came along...
And if you two can hug and kiss in front of everyone, why can't we at least
do the same?  You haven't even seen me do anything illegal..."

   Elizabeth put a hand on her boyfriend's shoulder to calm him down. 
Jules spoke with such an obnoxious, smug tone in his voice... it was
obvious he was trying to get him fired up.  John couldn't stand it. 
Elizabeth hated to see friends fight like this.  And even if Jules did have
a point he was being a dick.

   "Listen," John growled, "Don't try to moralize.  You basically have SEX
with your DAUGHTER.  I don't care if she's adopted.  I don't care if she
enjoys it, I don't care about anything.  You ABUSE her you SICKO."

   Above all of them a yell.

   "DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT SEXUAL ABUSE!!!"

   The outburst came from Mia, who was almost in tears now, and had been
steadily gaining momentum from listening to those two.  She then broke down
into actual tears, and fell into the comforting arms of her daddy.

   All heads were hung in shame for making a little girl cry, no matter
what the reason, even if no one knew what she was talking about.

   All voices were silent, except for the sound of crying.  He comforted
her with his hands and lips, til finally she started to taper down and
become calm.  He sat her next to him again, still cradled by an arm.

   She sniffled to herself and stared at her own lap.

   Elizabeth broke the silence.  "What do you mean... We're confused, Mia."

   She looked up at Elizabeth with sad, red eyes.

   "My father...  used to do awful things to me..." John almost spoke up in
anger, but Mia said, "NOT my daddy; my FATHER," she spoke the word father
with revulsion.

   There was another brief pause as she seemed to contemplate something in
her mind or organize her thoughts.  All eyes were on her mouth.  Except for
Jules' who never wanted to hear the story again and seemed to try to
distract himself with the vista outside.

   "H-he used to beat me... and my little brother.  And I'd try to protect
my little brother cause he was only four... but he'd just beat me more.  My
mommy... never used to help.  She'd just, like, sit there... and watch. 
She'd come up to us later and tell us how sorry she was... but I was always
mad at her,"

   "One day... my father came home, and... he came into my room, and laid
in my bed.  And he told me to lay next to him... and I really didn't want
to... because I didn't love him at all.  But he took out a knife, and..."

   She tried her best not to break down, and succeeded.

   "H-he raped me.  I-it went on like that for months.  They'd... ask why I
was walking funny at school, or why I had so many cuts... He hurt me so
much... he didn't care about me at all.  He... he used me, like a rag. 
Even when I was crying, and bleeding, and asking him real nice to not do it
anymore he wouldn't,"

   "I-I wasn't in Daddy's class back then... I was in another one.  But
everyone always said he was a nice teacher... One day he saw me, and
noticed all my owies, and bruises, and I-I told him the truth, and he tried
to hug me but I was afraid of hugs back then.  He promised me he'd take me
away from my parents, and he did.  He took me home with him."

   "He had me away from home for 3 nights... and my parents... never called
to police, or told anyone I was missing or anything.  After all that...
after all my father was doing to me... he didn't even care about me enough
to try to find me again.  Daddy called the police, but didn't tell them I
was with him, but they said there was nothing they could do because they
went by and said everything was ok.  I-I wish I was there, that way I could
have told them, and they would have believed me, and we could have-"

   At this point she stopped cold.  Jules sighed.  Mia didn't cry, or break
down or anything.  She just couldn't talk.

   Jules turned to them for once.  "She... can't tell this part of the
story.  So... the cops didn't believe me, but after they left that house...
Her parents... became convinced that it was her four year old brother who
had called them in the first place,"

   Jules choked up a bit.

   "They... killed him, and... her mom tried to hide his body in the woods.
They caught her.  The police did... and that led them back to her father,
who tried to shoot them like a fuckwad... He got killed anyways, and they
sent her mom to prison...

   Mia sniffled a bit and began again.

   "I-I lied and told them... I'd run away just before they killed my
little brother... and they believed me.  Then they put me in daddy's
custody for a few nights right after that, cause he was such a nice guy...
And he adopted me, so we'd never have to leave each other.  That was 2
years ago."

   "I-I was really scared at first still.  Even though he was really nice
to me, and joked with me and took me to the doctor and tried to get me to
laugh... I was still afraid of him.  He'd always try to hug me, and I'd run
away, or I'd curl up into a ball and not let him... He would cry too, cause
I wouldn't let him hug me.  And then one day I realized it was hurting him
too, so I let him hug me, and I liked it and we cried together all night
long,"

   "Later on, he tried to kiss me, and I let him, and it felt really good
too.  I'd never had a kiss before.  And then we were best friends, and I
wasn't afraid of him anymore.  We did everything together... he'd take me
to the beach, and teach me to surf, we'd go out here to the desert, we'd go
on dates together, he took me to Disneyland... he took me up in his plane
and taught me how to work on cars.  We'd play video games together, and
board games, and he'd always play with me."

   "He cared for me.  When I got sick he would rub my chest with Vaporub...
even if I noticed he did rub a bit too long, I didn't care because he loved
me.  He'd even kiss me on the mouth, even though I might get sick too.  One
day when I wasn't sick anymore I told him about all those places my daddy
used to do things to me, and I asked him if it was even possible to feel
good in those places, and I asked him to show me..."

   "H-he said no.  But I kept on asking him, and telling him it was ok,
and... eventually we started touching each other and loving each other
every night."

   She paused with finalty, a small smile on her face, and closed her eyes.
Daddy tickled her neck a bit, she leaned in on his hand some more.

   "I-I know what it feels like... to be abused.  And that's the opposite
of the way I feel when I'm with my daddy.  With me and my daddy... it's
love,"

   There was a long silence after, relieved with her story she cuddled up
to her daddy's chest and let him hold her for relief.  There wasn't a dry
eye there.

   John broke the silence.  Jules sat her up again, her face red but
smiling.

   "I-I don't see many scars on you now," John stated nervously.  Elizabeth
tried to stop him.

   "That's because most of the bad cuts were on my..." John's appalled
expression and subsequent breakdown into tears convinced her to stop.  She
managed to keep her own straight face.  Strong little girl.

   "I-it's ok... the doctors... managed to make it almost good as new,"

   That statement broke the hearts of everyone in the room even more.

   In her ear Jules whispered, "It's perfect for me sweetheart, I love it.
I love you no matter what."

   The whisper wasn't too soft for them to hear however.  It specifically
touched Elizabeth.

   ...

   No one could recall the manner in which they dispersed after that.  Mia
and Jules retreated up to a bedroom upstairs, where crying was heard (as
the house seemed to be built as one giant echo) and laughter subsequently.

   John hung out on the couch a while longer, thinking, watching the sun
set.  Elizabeth went out for a walk.

   Eventually, the two came downstairs again, both with smiles on their
faces.  At the same instant Elizabeth, who gave her boyfriend a tiny smile,
came in from the outside again.  John was clearly muted, and didn't know
what to say.

   "Come on," Jules suggested.  "I started the hottub this morning... and
what, for no reason?  Me and Mia are going in anyway,"

   John smacked his knee.  "Dammit.  We forgot to bring our swimming
clothes didn't we Liz,"

   "Oh forget it," said Jules wickedly.  "Me and Mia don't even have em!"

   An uncomfortable giggle was muttered by everyone.  John once again
relented.  What the hell.  Today seemed to be a great day for that.  After
all, Jules wasn't a bad man... And even if he didn't agree with what he was
doing, he didn't see the harm in it.