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 Runaway Author: TheSpringg
Series: Harrison Sutter
Title: Runaway
Date: Feb.  2021, Edited and revised March 2021
Part: Full Story
Summary: Our 55 yr old photographer, Harrison Sutter, has an encounter
with a runaway at a highway rest stop.
Keywords: teen, Mf, MF, MFf, First
Runaway is a short story set in the world of Harrison Sutter and The
Line of Magdalene series.  It takes place after to "Chrysalis Music" or
"Road Trip" and should probably be read in order but it is not necessary as

there are only brief references to characters in the other stories..

   This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all
imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.

   Please write and offer constructive criticism and/or encouragement.  I
improve through you suggestions and I am motivated by your encouragement.
(TheSpringg at yahoo.com)

   NOTE: The author retains copyright to this work of fiction.  You may
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or use it for any commercial purpose.  If the reader has tender
sensitivities to explicit descriptions of sexual behavior in literature,
please read no further.

   Runaway

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   Chapter 1

   "Stop it!" She snapped angrily and pushed my hand away from the hem of
her skirt, glaring at me.

   Nervously she shifted from foot to foot as she stood in front of me in
the confined space of my RV.  I reached out again for the hem of her skirt
and she smacked it away.

   "Okay, you do it." I said calmly.

   "Do what??" she inquired angrily.

   I reached out again to lift the hem of her skirt.

   "You want me to pull my skirt up?" she snapped again.  "Hell no!"

   "I'm not going to hurt you...  " I looked from her to the RV door at the
sound of motorcycles revving their engines outside and reached out again.

   She pushed my hand back and tugged on the hem of her skirt, to hold it
down.  Tears started welling in her eyes again and following the dark
tracks of her makeup smears made by the rivers of tears she had been crying
when I had found her at the rest stop on I-95.  She looked at me
pleadingly.

   "I won't hurt you." I repeated, "I just want to see how beautiful you
are." looking pointedly at the door and back to her.

   She looked over her shoulder and listened to the motorcycles for a
second.

   "You're just like them.  You're going to rape me." She cried.

   "No, I am not like them.  They do look like a rough looking crew, but I
am not going to rape you.  I don't even need to touch you.  I promise." I
said calmly and reached out again.

   She pushed my hand away again, but this time it was slowly and less
forcefully.  She was looking at me.  It was clear she was thinking,
processing the events of the afternoon.

   I had pulled off I-95 to fix some lunch and relax before completing the
last leg of my trip home from our beach house in Florida.  I has seen her
sitting alone at a picnic table at the rest area, obviously crying.  I had
watched her from a distance, not getting out of my RV.  It seemed she was
alone and that became more clear when my RV was the only vehicle remaining
in the rest area and she was still there.

   When I had approached her, we'd talked briefly.  She said that she was
waiting for a friend to pick her up.  She'd been waiting most of the day
and nobody had come.  No call, no text message and no answers when she
called.  She was alone.  I offered her a ride back to Woodbridge where she
said she lived, but she refused, so I returned to the RV to eat.

   The microwave had just chimed when I heard a roar of motorcycles
outside, and almost immediately there had been a knock at the door.  I had
admitted her wordlessly.  She had shed her bulky over coat accepted my
invitation to share the small pizza, but refused the coke because I didn't
have diet.

   "I'm Harrison, not Harry, just Harrison.  Harrison Sutter." I introduced
myself as I prepared another plate for her and poured a glass of water.

   "Jackie," She whispered holding one arm across her chest and raising the
other hand to her hair.  I watched her stand there twisting long strands of
her hair around her finger, releasing the curl and then repeating the
twisting.  Obviously nervous, but lots of other stuff going on under the
surface - under the awful makeup.  She intrigued me.  There seemed to be a
beautiful woman underneath.

   I had watched her carefully.  She was slender, almost to the point of
skinny.  She was wearing canvas top tennis shoes, like the ones I'd had as
a kid - Keds - or did they call the Chucks?  Her legs were bare up the hem
of her short, faded denim skirt.  On top she had a hooded black sweatshirt
that zipped down the front, and what appeared to be a t-shirt underneath.
She appeared to be 18 or slightly older.  It was hard to tell with the
streaked make-up.  The eyeliner was particularly black and heavily applied
around her striking blue eyes.  Her hair was dyed two tone, with an top
layer of black over a bleached white blonde under layer, and grew well over
her shoulders, significantly longer in the front than the back.  I wasn't
sure, the ragged cut looked like it might be a style, on the other hand she
might have done it herself with big, dull scissors.  From my point of view
and decade of age difference, it seemed that she went to great lengths not
to appear pretty.

   She hadn't even eaten a whole slice of pizza, when she picked up the
plate and put the remainder in the trash.  She had turned her back and
washed the plate in the sink right opposite me.  It was when she had put
the plate in the rack and turned to face me that I had reached out
impulsively to lift the hem of her skirt.  It wasn't something I would
normally have done, but I was curious about this girl, and I wanted to see
her reaction.

   Now she was glowering silently at me, but she hadn't moved.  She could
have sat down.  I wasn't blocking her way.  I knew that the sounds of the
motorcyclists outside were keeping her from bolting out the door, but she
didn't sit down either.  I reach out one last time and she pushed my hand
away.

   "No." was all she said.

   "Okay." I replied.  "then you do it."

   She shifted her weight, her eyes darted to the left and then back to me.
Slowly, silently she lifted her skirt.  Her legs were shaved smooth all the
way to her crotch, which was covered in low-cut pink cotton panties.  I was
surprised.  Pink didn't seem to be her color.  She let the hem fall and I
reached out, but she lifted it again before I could say anything.  I could
see that her pubic area was bare.  I looked up at her.

   "Shaved or waxed?" I asked.

   She looked confused at first but her voice squeaked quietly, "Shaved."

   I nodded in approval.  "Very nice."

   I reached out for the zipper of the hooded sweatshirt.  She let the hem
of her skirt drop and warded off my hand.

   "Okay..  " I paused looking at her.  "You do it."

   "No!" She protested.  "Why are you doing this to me?"

   "I want to see what you look like." I said reaching for her zipper
again. She pushed my hand away, but stayed rooted to the floor in front of
me.

   "Then you do it." I said in the voice I had used when when giving
unambiguous orders in the executive suite before my retirement.  I was
puzzled by my own behavior, but was committed now.

   Her hand went to the zipper and pulled it down halfway.  She stopped and
looked at me perplexed by her own reflexive action.

   I nodded toward the zipper with a look that said, "Finish what you
started," and the zipper went down all the way, letting the black
sweatshirt fall open.  Underneath was a pink form fitting tank top, a
matching pink for her panties, with thin shoulder straps.  Again, I was
surprised, pink didn't match her persona.  What do they call it?  Goth?  It
was obvious that she wore no bra, almost completely revealing her firm
breasts.  They must have been a large B cup, and seemed to defy gravity in
the perky way they pointed up.

   "I trusted you!" she said plaintively.

   "You came here to escape.  I believe you declined my offer of a ride
earlier...  You can put your sweatshirt over there" I replied, indicating
the corner of the bed where she had put her coat.  She struggled with her
obvious anger and resentment, but she pulled the sweatshirt off and placed
it on folded it before placing it on the bed, as ordered.

   "You're a perv!" she accused.  "You're old enough to be my dad."

   "I am probably older than your dad." I stated as a fact.

   "So why are you doing this to me?"

   "I am not doing anything to you.  You are doing something for me." I
replied.  "Take off your skirt and then you can sit down."

   "This is just wrong!" She protested.

   "Why isn't it wrong for me to do something for you, but wrong for you to
do something for me?" I asked.

   She looked at me dumbfounded.  I could see anger growing.  She wanted to
lash out.  I looked very conspicuously at that door and then back to her.
Conveniently the motorcycles' engines started to rev up again at that
moment.  Her eyes darted to her sweatshirt and jacket on the bed, then over
to the door on the other side of the RV.  Then back at me.  I smiled.

   "You bastard." she stated, but her hands released the snaps on the short
jeans skirt and she unzipped it.  She only hesitated a moment, giving me a
deadly glare and lowered the skirt to step out of it.  Again she folded it
neatly and placed it on top of her sweatshirt.  She stood for a brief
second in front of me, wearing nothing but her pink tank top and panties.
Her flat belly was exposed from her bellybutton to the top of her panties.
She turned to move to the seat on the other side of the table but I
restrained her with a touch on the elbow.  She turned to face me
aggressively.

   "What now?" She snapped.

   I just looked at her a moment.  The taut legs with well defined muscles.
She played some sport.  The tendons in her thighs, under soft velvet skin,
were tight where they connect to her pelvis at her crotch.  She was a
little too thin for my taste, but she was definitely well formed.

   "The pink puzzles me.  Seems out of character for the goth the look. -�
I waved her to the seat.

   She sat down with a thump, glared and muttered, "Emo," whatever that
meant.

   "Why are all guys pervs?" she asked accusingly.  "Hmmm?"

   "What do you mean by perverts?" I asked innocently.

   "You only think about sex.  You see a girl and you want to fuck her."
She replied harshly.

   "And you don't think about sex?  When you put the makeup on?  You don't
do that to attract someone's attention?  When you put on your pink undies?
That's just for you?  And when you shave your pubic area....  Just a risk
taker, huh?  You could nick yourself in a very sensitive place!" I laughed.
"No, men are no different in that way, we all think about sex."

   She blushed slightly.

   "But...  Oh My God!  Nobody's ever known that I did that.  I did it for
...  Oh hell, I just did it yesterday the first time.  Okay?" She
stuttered. "Can't you just leave me alone?"

   I could hear the motorcycles moving out of the rest stop.  I moved the
curtains aside and peered out.

   "I could leave you alone." I replied over my shoulder.  "Would you like
that?"

   She glared at me.  I don't think she had realized that the motorcycles
were preparing to depart.  "Just tell me.  Why are you doing this to me?"
She asked.  "You want to fuck me?  Well you can't."

   "Did I say anything about sex?  I have just asked to see you.  I
suspected you are truly beautiful underneath all that makeup."

   She blushed again.

   "You made me strip for you!"

   "You haven't stripped yet and I haven't made you do it.  You took off
your sweatshirt and skirt because I asked you to do it." I replied

   "Oh?  And if I hadn't?  What would you have done?  Put me out with the
motorcycle gang to get raped?  Some choice!" She bitched.

   "You have choices.  You always have choices.  I asked you to do
something for me, and you did.  Thank you."

   She glared back at me.  I smiled and sat back in my chair.

   "Stand up and come over here." I said in a gentle but firm voice.  She
glared at me and I tilted my head to listen to the last of the motorcycles
as they pulled out.

   "Stand up." I said flatly and she continued to glare.

   "And if I don't?" She asked.  I remained silent and simply smiled at
her. "I can leave?"

   "I will not stop you from leaving."

   "Shit!' She blurted out.  "You old fucker!  You're taking advantage of
me!"

   Again I said nothing.

   "Damn you bastard!  You get me in here and then you take advantage of
me!" She swore angrily and stayed seated opposite me.

   "You know that you changed your mind and decided to knock on my door. 
You came in willingly.  You can stay or leave anytime.  It was your choice
and it still is." I replied calmly.

   She glared.

   "I was hoping you were different." She spat out.

   "I haven't harmed you and I assure you that I never will.  Now, please
stand here." I said, indicating the spot where she had been standing
previously.

   "Why?  So you can strip me naked?"

   "I do not intend to strip you." I responded.  "Now come stand here.  "

   She was crying once again.  The streaked make-up looked truly awful.  I
stood, went to the sink and moistened a couple of paper towels.  Handing
them to her, she looked puzzled.

   "No makeup is better than having it smeared down you face with tears."

   She looked at the towels and paused.  Finally she took them and wiped
her face carefully.

   "Let me see." I said, and she looked down at the table and then up at
me.

   I reached across the table and gently laid the back of my outstretched
fingers against her cheek.  She turned her head into my touch in response.
My hand moved under her chin and she lifted her head.  When I lightly
pressed the back of my finger to the side of her chin she tilted her head
as I studied her face.  She was younger than I had previously thought -
sixteen at most.  I caught her looking at me appraisingly.

   "Make up hides a lot..." I mused.  "Some women have things to hide, to
make themselves more attractive.  You, on the other hand, are already
beautiful."

   She looked puzzled.

   Withdrawing my hand, I silently indicated the spot in front of me.  She
glared at me but stood and circled around the table, stepping before me. 
She stood with one arm across her breasts and her other hand concealing her
public area.  I reached up for the spaghetti thin strap of her tank top. 
She pushed my hand away as I had expected.

   "Okay, you do it." I said.

   "Where have I heard that before?" she asked sarcastically.

   "And what was the outcome last time?  You took off your sweatshirt and
skirt." I commented.  "It's not like I ripped your clothes off you..."

   "You made me take my skirt off!" She scowled at me.

   "I didn't make you do anything, but let's just stop arguing about it." I
smile benignly.

   She gave me a nasty, glowering look, and shifted her weight from one
foot to the other.  I reached for the strap of her tank top again.

   "Hell no!" She pushed my hand away and crossed both her arms over her
chest.  "You said you just wanted to look at me..."

   "And I still do." I just looked at her clothes and jacket on the corner
of the bed, and then to the door across the RV.  I looked back at her.

   "Jackie." I mused, and then with finality "Jackie, you know what I
want."

   I reached one last time for a strap of her tank top, and she brushed my
hand away, but her hand also pushed the strap off her shoulder.  It fell
down to her elbow, but the tight tank top stayed up.  She was shaking. 
Tears were flowing again.  I motioned to her right breast.  She looked down
at the strap hanging at her elbow.  She moved to push it back up but
stopped when I shook my head.  I looked pointedly at her breast and then
looked to the door.  She looked down at her breasts and then defiantly at
me.  As she glared, her hand betrayed her intention to resist and pulled
the thin fabric of the tank top down exposing her right breast.  It was
perfectly formed, rounded and firm, topped with a small pink nipple
surrounded by a pale, smooth areola - full, firm B cup.  She shivered and I
could see the goose pimples raise over the bare skin and her nipple harden
to a small knot.  She looked at me blankly.

   "Jackie." I said simply looking at the other breast.

   Her shoulders slumped and she roughly pulled down the left side of the
tank top, revealing both breasts.  The left was as perfect as the right. 
She was still crying and her shoulders heaved and slumped over.

   "Stand up straight, and pull off the tank top, please." Sullenly, she
complied and reflexively folded the garment, before placing it with the
other clothes.  She turned and tried to stand straight, but she couldn't
stop shuddering.

   "Turn up the heat a couple of degrees" I said, pointing to the
thermostat, "and then you can sit down." she wordlessly complied.  I stood
turned to the refrigerator, retrieving milk, two mugs and spooning in a
couple of scoops of hot chocolate mix into each cup.  While the heated it
the microwave I turned, leaning against the cabinet and looked at the girl.
She was still crying and there were still streaks of makeup showing.  I
opened the bathroom door and got a washcloth from the shelf and ran hot
water over it, squeezing out the excess.

   "Here." I said handing her the hot wash cloth.  "You didn't get it all
off..."

   The microwave dinged.  I took out the two mugs and stirred the hot
chocolate, watching her all the while.  I took the washcloth when she set
it on the table and tossed it into the bathroom sink, turned back and
pushed a mug across the table to her.  I sat and sipped from my mug
quietly.

   "How do you feel now?" I asked.

   "What the hell do you care how I feel?" She said tonelessly.  "I feel
like a slut."

   "Why do you feel that way?" I asked.

   "As you so intelligently pointed out, I have stripped for you and you
didn't force me.  You asked and I did it.  I guess that makes me a slut,
just like..." She trailed off without finishing the thought.

   "Oh?" I asked.  "Just like what?"

   "Never mind!" she said emphatically.

   "So what happens next?" I asked.

   "You tell me to take my panties off and I do it.  I'm a slut." She was
crying yet again.

   "Hmmm..." I mused.  "Jackie.  Please stand again."

   This time she didn't hesitate.  She stood and faced me.  I reached for
the elastic of her panties.  She pushed my hand away.

   "I'm the slut.  I'll do it." She said huskily.  She pulled her panties
down.  Stepped out of them and neatly placed them on top of her other
clothes.  Her pubic area was indeed shaved bare.  I could see the smooth
slit of her pussy.  There was no protruding labia or clitoral hood.  It
appeared to be the smooth bare vagina of a little girl.  She turned to sit
again.

   "Ah!" I said sharply.

   She stopped.  I patted my lap.  She looked at me in shock, but
resignation as well.  Taking the two steps to me, she knelt in front of me
and placed her hands on my knees.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   "You made me your slut." She was crying.  "I am going to give you what
you want." She moved her hands up my thighs.

   "You mistake my intentions." I stopped her hands, laying mine on hers.
Her hands were cold under mine.

   She looked at me puzzled.  "What do you mean?"

   "You're cold..." I asked.

   "What do you care?  You make me strip for your pleasure.  You care how I
feel?" She looked exhausted.  Her eyes were downcast and her hands still
rested high on my thighs, where I had stopped her.

   For a moment the possibilities tempted me.  She was right.  I had broken
her will to resist.  She would do whatever I asked.  I was amazed that it
had been so easy.  I had gotten her to undress, but to make her think she
was now my slut?  She would undoubtedly be tight.  I thought of that little
girl pussy that I'd just seen.  I would probably be her first.  I wondered
how well she could give a blowjob, or for that matter whether she ever had.

   "Jackie, did you see the writing on the side of my RV?" I asked while
she still knelt temptingly in front of me.

   "Huh?  What?  You mean the thing about photography?"

   "Yes, that's it.  I am a photographer.  I thought you might be beautiful
and I had to see for myself." I explained.  Now she looked pleased,
puzzled, but still pissed, so I continued.  "Get up and get that blanket
off the bed, cover yourself up.  You must be cold, then come sit here." I
pointed again to my lap.  "I'm sorry that there isn't room in the RV for
two chairs in front of the computer, but I would like to show you some of
my photographs.  Perhaps then you will understand."

   Curiosity is a powerful force.  She rose and retrieved the fleece throw
from the foot of my bed and wrapped it loosely over her shoulders.  As she
sat on my lap, I noticed that she was not trying to completely cover her
breasts.  She watched closely as I brought up my digital portfolio.  As a
flipped through photos of other beautiful and naked women, she seemed to
lose more and more of her self consciousness.  The fleece dropped open when
she reached out to stop me from clicking off a picture of Erin.  She made
me pause again at one of the first photos that I had taken of Naomi, the
one of her leaning forward and drops of water forming on her nipple.  By
the time she was at Nicole's photo shoot with Naomi and Erin, the fleece
had fallen from her shoulder.  She was mesmerized and seemingly unaware of
her own nudity.

   "Could you make me look that good?" she whispered in disbelief when we
reached the last photo.

   "Jackie, now that you don't have all that makeup on, you already look
that good, and you'd look even better if you went back to your natural hair
color and had a proper hair styling."

   "Really?" she said in a little girl voice.  "Will you...  will you do a
photo thing with me?"

   "I don't think I can do a nude shoot like that, Jackie.  You're not 18
yet, are you?"

   "Yes I am!" She insisted, but when I gave her a benign but disbelieving
look, she correct herself.  "16"

   "As I thought."

   "But one of those girls not look that old." she protested.

   "You're right, but her mother approved and signed a release."

   "Oh...  My mom never would do that.  My dad wouldn't give a sh...  but
he's never sober enough to sign."

   "Well then, maybe in a couple of years?  Then you won't need
signatures."

   "Please?" She wheedled.

   "Sorry, no can do."

   She slid off my lap onto her knees and resumed that former position,
running her hands up my thighs.

   "I'll make it up to you?" she said in a husky voice.

   "Get up and get dress.  I am driving you home." I said firmly.  "Here's
my card.  Call me in two years, okay?"

   She got up sulkily but I noticed as she dressed, bent this way and
leaned that way in front of me, always trying to give me a good view of her
body.  She was most certainly and consciously teasing.

   By the time we pulled up her family's somewhat rundown rambler house in
Woodbridge, she was chatting sometimes happily - positively bubbly - other
times quite serious, but nothing like that angry, frightened girl that
climbed into my RV only hours previously.  She told me about her favorite
classes in school.  A surprising combination of art and math.  She spoke
seriously of her care worn, hardworking mother and her slothful, alcoholic
stepdad.

   By the time I parked in front of her somewhat rundown house, she
suddenly looked reluctant to get out.

   "Time to face the music?" I asked

   "Huh?  I ran away.  Mom will be pissed.  Totally pissed.  "

   "I'll come in with you."

   "NO!  Then she'll be pissed at you too."

   "Then we'll each have a half of her pissiness." I laughed and she gave a
small smile.

   When we halfway up the walkway a woman came out of the front door -
obviously the mother.  She was haggard, her hair was hanging limply in
unwashed strands over the deep lines in her face wearing a seemingly
colorless dress and a washed out apron.  She reminded me of one of those
photos of poor women from the Great Depression.  She probably had been as
beautiful as her daughter in her time.

   "Where have you been you little ..." then she looked at me.  "Who the
hell are you?  and what have you been doing with my daughter.  She's still
a child...  you molester!"

   "Mom, you don't ..."

   "Get inside, I'll deal with you later." She dismissed her daughter and
focused her wrath on me.  "If you hurt my girl, I -(TM)m calling the
police. In fact I have half a mind to call them right now!" and she reached
in a pocket for her cell phone.

   I was stunned to silence and before I could recover and say anything,
Jackie jumped in between us defensively.

   "No!  Mom!  He saved me." And she started into a very heavily edited
story of how somebody named Terry had dropped her at the rest stop on I-66
and someone named Andy never showed up, and then some bikers came and I
became her white knight.

   "So you were running away!" the mother's ire now redirected.

   "Mom..." she pleaded, and then shrank, defeated.  "Yes.  I'm sorry.  Mr.
Sutter talked me into coming home.  I'm home.  Don -(TM)t be mad at him. 
Please?"

   "Get in the house.  Now!" her mother insisted.  Jackie turned to me and
gave me a quick hug.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Sutter." She said before darting into the house.

   Jackie's mother turned to me, looking appraisingly.

   "I'll apologize now." She said gruffly.  "A mother can't be too careful.
Especially with a girl like that.  She's trouble enough without Terry and
Andy and all those others she hangs out with.  I don't know what's wrong
with her."

   "Well, ma'am, don't be too hard on her.  She's trying to find herself.
We all do at that age."

   Trying to think of a way out, a graceful exit, I handed her my card. 
"Your daughter a good girl under all that...  What -(TM)s she call it?  Emo
exterior.  She'd be a good looking girl if she didn't try to hide it.  So,
if you ever want some portraits done.  Like family portraits, or senior
class photos, give me a call.  I'd be happy to have you come to my studio.
Just for fun.  It would be my pleasure."

   "Thank you.  It's a kind offer but I'm not sure...  Don -(TM)t take much
with charity.  We'll see." she stumbled over her words.

   "I'll be going now.  Just go easy on her like I said.  Ask her what's
up. She might tell you, she was mighty talkative on the ride her!" I smile
and offered my hand to shake.

   On the drive home I suspected that I wouldn't get a call for photos and
that I had seen the last of Jackie.  I smiled to myself...  at least I had
seen all of her.

   ---

   Chapter 2

    -�Harrison!  The phone is for you. -� Kathryn shouted down the hall.

    -�Okay!  Who is it? -�

    -�Mrs.  Johnston.  She said it -(TM)s about senior class photos for
Jackie? -�

    -�Who? -� I yelled back.   -�Nevermind, I -(TM)ll take it. -�

    -�Hello?  Mr.  Sutter.  This is Mrs.  Johnston.  You know, Jackie
-(TM)s mom. -�

   Hearing the gravelly female voice on the other end of the line brought
back memories of a goth looking girl that I had encountered at a rest stop
in Virginia almost two years earlier.  The haggard woman -(TM)s face came
to mind, along with the image of her nubile young daughter.   -�Of course I
remember now, Mrs.  Johnston! -� I replied.   -�How are you and Jackie
doing?   -�

    -�Well, we -(TM)re all fine.  Jackies -(TM) all growed up an -(TM)
gonna gradiate this year. -� She sounded both gruff and nervous at the same
time.

    -�What can I do for you Ms.  Johnston? -�

    -�Jackies -(TM) all wantin -(TM) photos fer her high school gradiation
an -(TM) she wanted you to take them.  I don -(TM)t hold with charity, but
she said you -(TM)d offered, so I guess -- -�

    -�Really, Mrs.  Johnston, it -(TM)s ok.  It would be my pleasure to
take portraits of her and some family shots too, if you -(TM)d like. -�

    -�There really ain -(TM)t no famly no more, seein -(TM) as I kicked her
dad -(TM)s worthless a -- well, I kicked him out.  It -(TM)s just Jackie 
-~n me now. -�

    -�Ma -(TM)am.  That sounds like family to me.  I -(TM)d be happy to do
it. -�

   After a long awkward pause, she spoke again.   -�Nevermin -(TM)  -~bout
that.  It -(TM)s jus photos for her.  This is bout what Jackie wants.  She
-(TM)s been good. -�

    -�Look Mrs.  Johnston.  I can take you anytime you wish.  What day
works for you? -�

    -�Seein -(TM) as it -(TM)s her fall break now, she can go anytime, but
-- Well, I work two shiffs now.  It -(TM)s hard to git up yur way. -�

    -�Why don -(TM)t you let me and my wife pick her up?  We -(TM)re both
retired, so it -(TM)s no bother. -�

    -�So that was yur wife what ans -(TM)erd? -� I could detects some
relaxing in her voice.   -�I don -(TM) wanna put ya -(TM)ll out, but she
said the photos hafta be done quick fer the school. -�

    -�Let me check with Kathryn, and see when she -(TM)s free.  Hold on
please. -�

   I turned to the door of my study to find Kathryn standing there with
Lin, our young grad student maid and Kathryn -(TM)s lover.  Kathryn was
shaking her head, and I put my hand over the receiver.

    -�What? -� I asked puzzled.

    -�Lin and I are going to visit Naomi and Erin at the cabin.  Did you
forget, you old fool? -� she laughed.

    -�Is this the girl you picked up on the highway, Sir? -� Lin inquired
with a mischievous grin.

    -�Yes, and Yes.  Guilty. -� I responded.   -�She has to get her senior
pictures in soon and there -(TM)s no way she can afford the prices of those
school photographers. -�

    -�Well, you just better save the day, Mr.  Sutter.  And make sure the
mother knows we won -(TM)t be here to chaperone! -� Kathryn winked, but I
knew she was serious about being up front with the mother, she had didn
-(TM)t object to my tendency to bring home waifs.  They just became part of
our extended loving family.  In fact, Lin was one very sexy cat that I had
dragged in, and Kathryn didn -(TM)t object on that score at all.

   Back on the phone I told Jackie -(TM)s mom that Kathryn wouldn -(TM)t be
there, but that I could pick up the two of them any day during the week and
bring them back.

    -�Uh, no.  Like I said I -(TM)m workin -(TM) two shiffs.  No way I can
come.  Jus -(TM) come git her tomorrah mornin -(TM) if that -(TM)s ok. -�
She paused.

    -�Tomorrah -(TM)s best.  Really -� she added forcefully.

    -�What time would be good for me to come by? -� I asked solicitously

    -�You be here before 10, ok?  I hafta go by 11. -�

    -�I -(TM)ll be there at 9:30.  Tell Jackie to bring some outfits she
wants to use for the shoot. -� I instructed and hung up after I heard her
line go dead without a goodbye.  Very odd I thought to myself.

    -�Well? -� Kathryn asked.

    -�Very strange.  She didn -(TM)t even say goodbye, just hung up. 
Anyway I said I would pick Jackie up before 10:00 AM.  Sure you can -(TM)t
go with me? -� I pleaded.

    -�Sorry, buster.  You -(TM)re on your own this time. -� Kathryn said
shaking her head.   -�We promised the girls we would be there for lunch and
I want to see my baby granddaughter before she -(TM)s down for a nap. -�

    -�Sir, if she -(TM)s my size, she can use any of my clothes for the
shoot. -� Lin offered, always considerate.   -�And if I know Allie, Dina
and Erin have tons of stuff she could try on.  None of us would care.  You
said they don -(TM)t have much money. -�

    -�Thanks Lin.  You are a love. -�

   The next morning I was in Woodbridge parking in front of the Johnston
-(TM)s house.  It looked like the property had been cleaned up and the
house was in the process of being freshly painted.  I guess with the good
for nothing husband out of the scene, they were able to manage better
alone. As I walked up the driveway to the front door, Mrs.  Johnston came
out.  Looking at the paint on her hands, I could tell who was doing the
exterior painting.

    -�She -(TM)ll be ready shortly. -� She said without greeting.

    -�The house is looking good, ma -(TM)am. -� I commented with a nod at
the house.

   She smiled faintly and looked less haggard that I had remembered and the
lines on her face had eased noticeably but she still had her old gruff
manner.  She studied me intently for a moment.

    -�She -(TM)s a good -(TM)un.  Better since ya brought her home from
runnin -(TM) away.  So I trust ya.  She seems growed up, but she -(TM)s ain
-(TM)t...  Well, she -(TM)s a good -(TM)un so jus -(TM) be careful fer her.
I won -(TM)t be back  -~til late tomorrah mornin -(TM), so have her back by
then, ok?  Don -(TM)t wan her hangin -(TM) out here all night - alone. -�
and with that she turned and went back into the house, leaving me standing
there, stunned.

   Moments later, Jackie came bouncing out of the house with a small
knapsack in her hand.  I hardly recognized the girl.  Where she had
presented a goth-like figure with heavy makeup and straight hair dyed black
over a bleached blonde under layer, now she appeared clean of makeup, and
her natural golden brown hair glowing in the morning light.  When she saw
me, she slowed her step and walked to me almost timidly.

    -�Sorry about my mom.  Was she mean?  She can be mean, but she -(TM)s
really ok. -�

    -�No, she was gruff, but fine, but she said to bring you back tomorrow.
I told her that my wife wouldn -(TM)t be there. -�

    -�I know.  I told her the same thing, but she said I should stay the
night if it was okay with with you and your wife.  She said you told her
for me to bring a change of clothes, so she had me pack a toothbrush too.
She thought you wouldn -(TM)t want to drive all this way twice in one day.
-�

    -�Oh wow!  What a miscommunication!  I meant changes of outfits for the
photo session!  Let -(TM)s go straighten this out with her! -�

    -�No!  It -(TM)s really ok.  Bring me back this afternoon if you have
to, but let -(TM)s just go.  She -(TM)s getting ready for work. -�

    -�Well, ok.  We -(TM)ll see how it goes.  We have plenty of guest beds,
so I guess it -(TM)ll be fine if you stay. -�

   On the ride back, Jackie was quiet in the passenger seat for the first
half of the drive.

    -�Remember how you looked at me in your RV that time? -� She said out
of the blue.

    -�I remember looking at you.  But tell me from your perspective.  How
did I look at you? -�

    -�Well I was afraid.  I thought you were gonna rape me, but then when I
thought about it, I realized you thought I was pretty, even though I wasn
-(TM)t.  I mean you saw who I am now, not what I was -- -� she paused.  
-�Oh shit, i don -(TM)t know what I mean. -�

    -�I understand.  I could tell you were a pretty girl underneath all
that makeup.  I didn -(TM)t realize you were only 16 then, or I wouldn
-(TM)t have pushed the stripping thing.  I -(TM)m sorry about that. -�

    -�Oh!  Don -(TM)t be sorry! -� She paused thoughtfully.   -�At the time
I was so pissed.  I felt like you had broken my will, but you made me see
myself differently.  I changed my look.  Do you like it?  I have been
studying hard.  I ditched the old stupid dead-end friends.  I -(TM)m in AP
classes and I got into college!  I -(TM)m going to Tech next year, well if
I get in.  Sooo excited!  I might even get a scholarship.  My guidance
counselor thinks so at least.  I wouldn -(TM)t have to work fulltime to
make it, which would be so awesome! -� She was bubbling over with
excitement.

    -�That -(TM)s awesome, Jackie! -� I enthused,  -�I am so proud of you!
And yes I do like the new you.  My daughters graduate from there in May! 
What are you going to study? -�

    -�Well my grades weren -(TM)t that good my first two years of high
school, but I pulled them up last year and I am going to make a 4.0 average
this year, I -(TM)m sure.  I -(TM)d like to study interior design, but I
think I -(TM)ll have to start in general studies.  My GPA might not be high
enough to get admitted to interior design right away.  It -(TM)s like super
competitive and my counselor says that I have to be realistic. -�

    -�That -(TM)s what my Allie studied!  She -(TM)s going on for her
Master -(TM)s there too.  We -(TM)ll have to have you meet her and maybe
she can help you make connections! -�

    -�Oh My God!  That would be the best!  Did she really like it there? -�

    -�Both my girls love it there.  Allie -(TM)s the serious one, Dina took
an extra year to catch up from too many parties the first two years. -� I
said as we pulled up in my driveway.

   I showed her into the house and had her put her bag in Allie -(TM)s
room, which seemed to excite her.  We wandered through the empty house and
I showed her Lin -(TM)s room, Erin -(TM)s, Kathryn and my room, and then
put her bag on a bed in Allie and Dina -(TM)s room.

    -�Wow, you have a really nice, big house and your bed it so big! -� She
said, truly sounding awed.  She was thrilled when I showed her the back
yard with the hot tub on the deck and the heated pool in the yard.

    -�Too bad it -(TM)s getting cold, we -(TM)ll be closing the pool next
week. -� I lamented.

    -�But it -(TM)s private here.  Could we take some pictures by the pool?
-� She pleaded.

    -�Sure, we can try that.  Why don -(TM)t you go look at Lin -(TM)s
clothes, she said you could borrow anything you want for the shoot.  She
-(TM)s the closest to your size. -�

    -�Is Lin the asian girl I saw on your website?  She -(TM)s soo pretty!
Can I meet her?  And what is her relationship to you?  Adopted? -�

    -�Slow down, girl!  She is pretty and she is, well, I guess you would
just say she -(TM)s a family friend. -�

    -�And Kathryn doesn -(TM)t mind you taking naked photos of all those
girls? -�

    -�No, she -(TM)s very accepting and tolerant. -� I said uneasily and
moved Jackie back into the house and to Lin -(TM)s room.

    -�Lin said you should feel free to try on any of the dresses and if you
need underthings to go with them.  If they don -(TM)t fit, you can try
things on Erin -(TM)s room, or Allie and Dina -(TM)s room.  I -(TM)ll be
out in the living room when you -(TM)re ready with your first outfit. -�

   I got my camera ready and didn -(TM)t wait long until Jackie reemerged
wearing one of Lin -(TM)s dark blue string bikinis that strained to
constrain her breasts, which were obviously larger than Lin -(TM)s.  The
little triangles of material barely managed to cover her nipples, and the
thong bottoms made it clear that she still shaved.  When she did a twirl,
her little bubble butt was fully bare.

    -�Now that isn -(TM)t exactly an outfit for senior class pictures! -� I
said.

    -�I know, but I was hoping we could take some sexy ones like you have
on your website too. -� She said blushing very prettily.

    -�Well, we can do some swimsuit shots.  It -(TM)s chilly outside, let
-(TM)s make it quick before you freeze your little tushy out by the pool.
Then you -(TM)ll change for the senior class pictures and we -(TM)ll get
serious! -�

   Outside the air was crisp and the trees provided some shade from the
harsh midday light of the early fall.  Jackie quickly had goosebumps all
over her body and her it was obvious that her nipples had turned to hard
knots under the revealing bikini top.

   She stuck her toe in the water and shivered violently.  I started
snapping shots and giving light direction.  She seemed to have a natural
affinity for the camera, so I didn -(TM)t need to give her specific poses.
Besides, these shots were just for fun, right?

    -�You -(TM)re not going to tell me to take my top off like you did in
the RV? -� she asked in a teasing voice while playing with the strings of
the bikini top.  I chuckled, but kept shooting.  She played with the
strings of the bikini bottoms, teasing and pulling them down on one side
and giving me a sexy look.  I kept shooting despite the growing torment of
my hardening cock.  I was so focused on shooting that when she took a step
back, I didn -(TM)t have the foresight to warn her and second backward step
sent her splashing into the pool.  She came up gasping, laughing and
conspicuously missing her bikini top as she emerged completely soaked from
the pool, water cascading off her firm breasts.  I paused, peered over the
camera giving her a very pointed look, but went back shooting, catching the
moment of surprise when she realized she was topless.  She looked back over
her shoulder, for that errant bit of missing cloth, now floating in the
middle of the pool.  She simply shrugged and jumped back in to retrieve it.
I kept shooting as she emerged from the pool more slowly this time wearing
nothing but a big grin and holding the bikini tops and bottoms in her hand.
I marveled at her perfect, youthful body, again water pouring off her full
upright breasts and making her tight ass sparkle in the sunlight.

   I didn -(TM)t stop shooting until she was close and I was only able to
get headshots of her with her full head of hair plastered to her head.

    -�Let -(TM)s get you inside and dried off.  Your mother will kill me if
I send you home sick.  She -(TM)ll kill me a second time if she ever sees
these photos too. -� I said and then added as an afterthought,  -�You are
eighteen now, aren -(TM)t you? -�

    -�Uh..  don -(TM)t worry about mom.  She -(TM)s not gonna get bent out
of shape! -� She smiled.

   Inside I led her on a mad dash through the living room to the bathroom,
leaving a trail of wet footprints on the hardwood floor.

    -�Kathryn will kill me if we ruin her floors! -� I said grabbing an old
towel from the bottom of the closet.   -�You get yourself dried off and
changed.  I will be out in the living room. -�

   I was just finished drying the floor, when she called out,  -�Mr. 
Sutter, will you dry my back? -�

    -�Dry it yourself and get changed! -� I yelled with mock seriousness.

   I heard the blow dryer going and it seems like an age before she emerged
wearing an outfit that i recognized.  She was wearing the same goth outfit
that she had worn the day I found her at the highway rest area.

    -�What -(TM)s with that old outfit?  Not exactly the same hairstyle as
you had that day. -� I said.

    -�A little reminder of the day you found me. -� she said coyly.

    -�I think you -(TM)ve grown a bit. -� Indeed the hooded sweatshirt was
straining to over her now larger breasts and the skirt was at least two
inches shorter.

    -�Is the RV here? -� She asked

    -�No it -(TM)s parked at an RV parking lot when I don -(TM)t use it. 
Why? -�

    -�Well just sit there. -� She said pointing to the sofa and came to
stand if front of me.   -�What was it you said that day? -�

   I realized the game she was playing.   -�I don -(TM)t believe I said
anything, I just reached for the hem of your skirt like this. -� and I
reached out and started to lift the hem.  She pushed my hand away and
looked at me expectantly.

    -�Ah.  I did say,  -~Okay you do it. -(TM) didn -(TM)t I? -� And she
lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing once again a pair of pink panties.
Playing along with this re-enactment, I reached for the zipper of her
hoodie and she pushed my hand away.   -�Okay you do it! -� I repeated, and
she unzipped her hoodie, shrugging it off to lie at her feet, leaving her
wearing a pink tank top, blue jeans skirt and panties.  I reached for the
snap of the jeans skirt but she pushed my hand away yet again.  I repeated
those magic words.  Slowly, she released the snap and pulled she zipper
down, letting it fall at her feet.  Mesmerized, I pointedly stared at her
youthful breasts and she lifted the tank top up and over her head.  When I
stared at her crotch, she shimmied out of her panties revealing a pussy as
bare as it was that day in the RV.

    -�You had this planned in advance, didn -(TM)t you? -� I said in
amazement.

    -�Mmhmm -� she murmured deep in her throat as she knelt between my
thighs, reaching for my zipper, but I pushed her hand away.

    -�Okay, -� She said in a throaty growl.   -�You do it. -�

   It took all my self control, to not laugh.  She had turned the tables on
me and I was hard and ready for this girl, so I obeyed.  I unzipped my
trousers and she helped me pull them off.  I pushed her hand away when she
reached for the elastic of my briefs.

    -�Okay you do it! -� She repeated.

   I lifted my hips off the sofa again and pulled my briefs down to my
knees, releasing my hard, swollen cock.  She pulled my briefs off the rest
of of the way and tossed them in the pile of clothes beside her.  Gasping
my cock delicately, she leaned forward and licked from the base of my shaft
to the head.

    -�I -(TM)ve been dreaming about this since that day in the RV.  You
made me so mad, but I was also so turned on.  I wanted to do this then,
even though I was so mad at you... -� she murmured and took the head in her
mouth.  She sucked intently for several minutes, bringing me close to the
edge, but stopped and looked up, her big blue eyes filled with obvious
lust.  -�You fuck Lin and those other girls, don -(TM)t you? -�

    -�Oh.  jessus..  That feels good. -� I rasped, not responding to her
question.

    -�And Kathryn knows? -�

    -�Sush... -� I moaned

    -�Will she know about me? -�

    -�Mmhmm -- -� I admitted.

   With that she began sucking intensely, taking my shaft deeper and
deeper, her eyes watering as she tried valiantly to swallow all of me. 
Before I could warn her the first burst of my sperm shot in her throat and
she gagged, pulling my cock out, allowing the subsequent spurts to spray
her breasts with a string of white cum pearls.

    -�Sorry, I  -- wasn -(TM)t -- expecting it in my mouth. -� she
stammered.

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, I should have warned you. -� she looked down at her
breasts and rubbed a finger curiously in one drop, spreading it around a
nipple.  She scooped up another drop on her finger tip and gingerly lifted
it to her mouth, spreading it on the tip of her tongue and tasting it.

    -�Like it? -� I asked

    -�It -(TM)s interesting.  Maybe an acquired taste?  I didn -(TM)t mean
for you to cum.  Does that mean you can -(TM)t fuck me now? -�

   I pulled her up on the sofa next to me and she nestled in close.   -�Who
said I was ever going to fuck you?  Besides, I -(TM)m not particularly
enamored of that swear word.  I usually  -~have sex, -(TM)  -~make love,
-(TM) or something like that.  In general simply fucking sounds like what
animals might do or worse, just a swear word. -�

   She purred and I felt her warm softness of her breasts pressing against
my cock.   -�Can we make love? -�

    -�I think you -(TM)re here for a senior photo session, not a sex
session.  Your mother would kill me if she knew what had just happened --
what is still happening!   -�

    -�Oh, don -(TM)t worry about her!  She knew your wife wouldn -(TM)t be
here and sent me to spend the night anyway, right? -�

    -�Wait, did you tell her that you undressed in the RV? -�

    -�Yeah, pretty much.  I said you were interested in me modeling for
you, so I undressed for you, but you said I was too young, so I had to
wait. -�

    -�Wow!  And she still let you come over here?  She suspects you -(TM)ll
do nude photos? -�

    -�Well she didn -(TM)t say that, but she expects I -(TM)ll turn up on
your website and and maybe get into Playboy or something.  She -(TM)d be
cool with the extra money, I tell you! -�

    -�Hold it!  She -(TM)s seen the nudes on my website?  What did she say?
-�

    -�She thought it was classy.  Not trashy like the porn my dad used to
look at all the time. -�

    -�How do you know your dad watched porn? -�

    -�Yea, my disgusting step-father.  It -(TM)s hard not to see it when it
-(TM)s there on TV in the living room all the time, at least until she
kicked him out. -�

    -�I can imagine -- -�

    -�I -(TM)m so glad he -(TM)s gone, I tell you! -�

    -�He really watched in front of you? -�

    -�Uh huh.  I didn -(TM)t mind that porn.  I learned stuff, but he was a
total disgusting perv. -� she said almost starting to cry.

    -�And I -(TM)m not a perv?  How old are you right now? -� I asked
again.

    -�Are you dense?  If you -(TM)re a perv, then you -(TM)re the perv I am
totally attracted to!  Do you think I give head to just any guy? -�

    -�Well -- No.  but -- -�

    -�You were the first, Mr.  Sutter. -� she said shyly.

    -�But you said you -(TM)re on the pill. -�

    -�Yep!  For you!  Like I said.  I -(TM)ve sorta been planning this! -�

    -�Sweet jesus.  I feel like a fly in a spider -(TM)s web.  Let -(TM)s
get you cleaned up, dressed and hair done so we can do the senior photos
like we planned, okay? -�

   I stood and pulled my briefs and trousers on, while she scampered naked
to the bathroom.  When I walked by I looked in and she was examining my cum
on her breasts.  I watched quietly as she used her fingers to transfer
whatever drops she could get to her mouth.  With a finger still lingering
in her mouth, she looked over at me.

    -�Acquiring a taste for it? -� I asked and she just nodded.   -�Well
hurry up, I -(TM)d like to get those senior photos done. -�

   She took a washcloth from the rack, wet it, and started cleaning her
breasts and face.   -�I -(TM)ll need time to put on some makeup and fix my
hair. -�

    -�Okay.  I -(TM)ll fix us a bite to eat and get the studio ready.  If I
-(TM)m not in the kitchen, I -(TM)ll be downstairs in the studio.  It
-(TM)s the double doors at the end of the hall. -�

   After making sandwiches and putting soda on the table, I went
downstairs. There really wasn -(TM)t much to do to get ready, so I went
back upstairs, sat on the sofa and thought about the morning.  It occurred
to me that Jackie had been avoiding answering my question about her age. 
She was a senior in high school, that much I knew and I thought she had
been 16 when I met her almost two years ago.  It struck me.  It wasn -(TM)t
quite two years.  I had met her in the spring of the previous year and now
it was the fall.  About a year and a half, or even less.  Was she 18 yet?
Conceivably, but since I didn -(TM)t know her birthday...  Was I getting
mixed up with a minor again?

   When she found me in the living room, she was wearing one of Lin -(TM)s
tailored gray business suits with a pencil skirt, high heels, a pale pink
silk blouse, red lipstick and a long gold chain accentuating her cleavage.
Her hair was curled and partly pulled up.  She looked grown up,
professional and so completely different from the girl in the RV.  She did
a twirl, wobbling a little on the heels.

    -�How do I look? -� She asked grinning.

    -�Ready for Wall Street! -� I said.   -�You look like a real
professional woman - an executive.  Let -(TM)s have a bite to eat then we
-(TM)ll take some headshots to start off! -�

    -�Headshots?  You already shot a wad on my tits, are you ready again?
-� She said seriously, then broke out laughing at her own joke.

    -�Okay, smart ass.  Eat! -�

   After a quick lunch she dashed back the bathroom to touch up her
lipstick and then followed me down to the studio.

    -�Let -(TM)s start with you up on the stool. -�

   Before she sat on the stool she paused and ran a hand over a bare brick
wall that covered one side of my studio.

    -�I -(TM)ve seen this wall before!  In a sexy shot with Lin.  Did you
fuck her against this wall?  She looked like she -(TM)d just been laid. -�
she enthused.

    -�That is none of your business, little girl.  Let -(TM)s get serious
and shooting. -�

   I began directing her through a series of classic headshots and moved to
full profile shots having her leaning on the stool, and various other
poses. When she started hiking up her skirt and unbuttoning her jacket and
blouse, I called a halt.

    -�It -(TM)s not all about sex, little girl.  Let -(TM)s get your senior
shots done! -� I insisted.   -�Why don -(TM)t you change into something
that looks more collegiate and we -(TM)ll try it while there -(TM)s still
light out in the backyard.  Meet me on the deck. -�

   When she appeared on the deck, she was still in the high heels, but
wearing skinny jeans, a cream colored silk blouse and a brown leather vest
in a slightly western style.  Her hair was up in a partial ponytail.  She
looked like a quite sophisticated young teen.  I only intervened to fasten
one additional button on her blouse, just so a little less cleavage was on
display.

    -�Aw.  You -(TM)re no fun! -� she simpered.

    -�And you have done a 180 from that goth-hide-your-beauty type of girl
to a sexpot!  Let -(TM)s get shooting! -�

   I worked her through a series of poses right there on the deck and then
sent her in to change one last time.  She returned in a sundress and
sandals with her hair flowing over her shoulders.  She had washed off her
lipstick and only had on a light gloss.  As she turned to get my assessment
of the outfit, she flipped up the hem of the skirt revealing a bare ass. 
The sundress only had pleats with elastic around her chest holding it up,
so it was clear that there was no bra underneath.  I was perhaps more
aroused knowing that the sundress was the only article of clothing she
wore, than I had been when she pulled herself out of the pool with her
bikini in her hand.

   I took her out to Kathryn -(TM)s favorite spot in the garden, an arbor
covered with honeysuckle vines.  The outfit was perfect for the backdrop
and we got a great set of shots.  When I called it a wrap she insisted on
continuing, hiking her skirt up to reveal her bare bottom, then turning and
gathering the folds of the skirt in her crotch, hamming for the camera and
feigning surprise.  The top slowly inched down until the tops of her pink
nipples were only half covered and finally fully bared to the camera.

   My arousal getting the better of me, I called another halt to our
shooting and chased her inside.

    -�If that -(TM)s enough for the senior photos, can we do a couple more
in your style?  More like Playboy? -� She pleaded.

    -�Before we do that, there is one question you -(TM)ve been dodging. 
How old are you right now?  Publications won -(TM)t even look at your
photos until you -(TM)re 18 you know. -�

    -�I -(TM)m 18! -� she pleaded.

    -�No, Jackie.  They check these things.  How old are you? -�

    -�I really am 18.  I just hand my birthday last month. -� She insisted
and fumbled for you bad to find her license.  "See, I have been planning
this.  You said I had to be 18 and I knew that I couldn't lie to you cuz
you'd check."

   "Okay, We -(TM)ll see.  We can play it by ear -�

   I showed her to my office and I moved another chair next to mine and sat
down at the computer.  Jackie was having none of that other chair and sat
in my lap, wiggling her bare ass in my crotch.

    -�Jackie, this isn -(TM)t going to work with you in my lap.  I have to
use the keyboard and mouse.  Now sit in your chair! -� I insisted.

   She complied but was immediately distracted by the mounted photos
hanging on the wall.

    -�I love this one! -� She said, pointing to one of my earliest shots of
Naomi with a glistening drop of water hanging from a nipple.  She moved to
a photo of Naomi and her mother topless.

    -�Who is she? -�

    -�That -(TM)s Naomi and her mom. -�

    -�She looks way younger than me!  Why did you let her -- -�

    -�Cause her Mom -(TM)s there and besides, she isn -(TM)t publishing any
of them! -�

    -�Who are the women in with Lin in this one? -� She asked, inspect a
studio shot of three women writhing in a pile of sheets on the floor.

    -�That -(TM)s Kathryn, my wife, on the left with the auburn hair.  The
blonde is Yana, one of my models.  You -(TM)ve already figured out Lin, I
guess. -�

    -�Oh god they are all so hot! -� she sighed.

    -�And so are you little girl! -� I said sensing she was feeling
inadequate compared to the more mature women.

    -�You think so? -� She brightened, and when I nodded, she asked again,
-�Do you fuc..  I mean have sex with them all? -�

    -�That -(TM)s not a fair question. -� I resisted.   -�You know I make
love to my wife though.  Now back to work! -�

   We focused back on the pictures, but didn -(TM)t get far.

    -�Can I use some of these for joining Model Mayhem?  Maybe I can make a
little money for college that way starting in the spring. -�

    -�I may be able to hook you up with some other photographers who would
pay.  Just don -(TM)t give all your photographer -(TM)s blowjobs. -� I
joked.   -�That doesn -(TM)t come with the model -(TM)s job description!  
-�

   She laughed.  A moment of carefree laughter of youth.  She just seemed
happy and content.

    -�Can we take some really sexy ones like these? -� She gestured at the
photos on the wall.

    -�I think the ones by the pool, in and out of the bikini, and the one
-(TM)s just now in this sexy dress, will definitely be that quality, but
until then we -(TM)ll keep the revealing ones to ourselves for the moment.
-�

   Before she could protest, my iPhone started ringing.  I could quickly
see that it was Kathryn calling on Facetime, so I answered on the computer.
Shortly Lin and Naomi appeared on the screen.

    -�Hey, I thought it was my loving wife and I get you two miscreants? -�
I joked.

    -�She -(TM)s out hiking with Erin, but we saw the photos from your
shoot with Jackie.  Great stuff! -� With the mention of her name Jackie
rolled her chair into the camera -(TM)s view.   -�Oh you -(TM)re there! 
Very cute Jackie.  And we should have known that Harrison couldn -(TM)t be
trusted to keep your clothes on, Sexy! -� Naomi teased.

   It was the first time I had seen Jackie blush and stay silent, but she
was beaming at the compliments.

    -�You look so cute in my sundress, and so sophisticated in the suit,
but I think that bikini is too small for you.  I -(TM)m only barely a B
cup. -� Lin said.   -�Have Harrison take you shopping for a bikini that
fits you! -�

   Jackie looked at me puzzled, or was it overwhelmed, or both?

    -�How did you see the photos?  We only just put them on his computer.
-� she finally blurted out.

    -�Oh!  Naomi is a computer nerd.  She set up his server and she has
some way of getting into it.  She can see everything.  He can -(TM)t get
away with anything! -� Lin paused when Naomi nudged her.

    -�Yea, the real reason we called was just to congratulate you on being
the newest Sutter Hot Model!  I wanted to let you know that you should keep
those outfits you picked out.  They looked so awesome on you!  They never
looked that hot on me!  Keep them for college interviews and things.  Okay?
-� she gushed.

   Again, Jackie was speechless, and Naomi broke in.   -�Don -(TM)t argue
with Lin, Jackie.  She may act all submissive with Harrison, but we know
she -(TM)s in charge.  So if she says keep the outfits, make sure to take
the frilly underwear and heels too, if they fit!  Besides, there isn -(TM)t
much Lin would like more than to go shopping for replacements. -�

    -�We -(TM)re about to go out to dinner.  You two give Kathryn, Erin and
the baby kisses for me. -�

    -�For you?  What about for me?  I want to kiss them for myself too. -�
Lin teased and the screen went blank before we could react.

    -�Whose baby were you talking about?  Did you and Kathryn have a late
surprise? -�

    -�No, it -(TM)s Naomi -(TM)s baby. -�

    -�Oh..  Naomi -(TM)s baby -- -� she seemed thoughtful.

    -�Okay.  I don -(TM)t think the sundress is quite right for dinner in
the fall. -� I said before she could formulate a question about the baby. 
-�Why don -(TM)t you put the jeans outfit on and we -(TM)ll head out to
eat. What would you like? -�

    -�Uh.  sure...  Can we do Applebee -(TM)s or something nice like that?
-� She asked.

    -�Oh, we can do better than that.  Let -(TM)s drive downtown to my
favorite steak house.  How -(TM)s that sound? -�

    -�Uh, I guess.  I love steaks. -�

   I changed into slacks, an oxford shirt and a casual blazer and met her
in the living room.  She was in the same skinny jeans, blouse and vest that
she had worn for the shoot.

    -�Do I look alright? -� she asked genuinely concerned.   -�I could wear
the suit jacket and skirt, if this isn -(TM)t dressy enough. -�

    -�You look great!  Every other man at the restaurant will be salivating
with jealousy. -�

   Once downtown, I handed the keys to the valet in front of the restaurant
and went around to the passenger door to open it for Jackie.  I offered her
my arm and led her in.  The ma�(R)tre d' recognized me and smiled at
Jackie.

    -�Ma -(TM)dam, won -(TM)t be joining you? -� he inquired.

    -�No, she is out in West Virginia visiting Naomi.  It -(TM)s just the
two of us tonight. -�

   He nodded knowingly and directing us straight to a booth.

    -�Does he think you -(TM)re cheating on your wife? -� Jackie whispered
when we were alone.

    -�Frankly I don -(TM)t know what he thinks.  I guess he might be a
little curious, but he won't pry. -�

   She looked that the menu and her eyes grew large.

    -�Harrison, this place is expensive! -�

    -�Good places are, sweetheart.  I recommend the ribeye steak and
whatever you do don -(TM)t ask for it well done.  They don -(TM)t do well
done here. -�

    -�Uh, can I just have a hamburger? -� she asked meekly.

    -�No. -� was my only reply.  When the waiter came, I ended up ordering
a ribeye, medium rare, for her, as she seemed unable to choose.  Probably
paralyzed by the prices.

   Over dinner, we talked about school and her hopes to become a model to
cover some of the costs.  When I pressed her about her family life, she
deflected to a new subject.  Overall it was a nice dinner with a charming
companion and very appreciative of the quality of the steaks we were
served.

   On the ride back to the house, I suggested that she pick up her bag and
the outfits that Lin had given her.

    -�No!  Please?  I mean, I really need to stay.  Can I?  I won -(TM)t be
a pest.  Honest.  If you got stuff to do, I -(TM)ll just stay in Allie  -~n
Dina -(TM)s room and not bother you at all. -� She sounded a little
panicked.

    -�Okay, okay, Jackie.  You can stay. -� I said, trying to sound
comforting.   -�And I -(TM)m not busy, so no need to hide in a bedroom. 
But -- -� I paused for effect.   -�No more sexy stuff, okay?  We -(TM)ll
look at your photos and pick the ones you want.  Maybe watch some TV, and
then bed - separate beds, okay? -�

    -�Thank you Harrison, you -(TM)re the best. -� She said, in a tone that
was both disappointed and relieved at the same time.

    -�Jackie, tell me something.  I don -(TM)t want to pry, but I think you
owe me this much.  Why did you mother suggest that to you spend the night?
I mean, mothers don -(TM)t normally send their young daughters to spend the
night alone with men. -�

    -�What did she say to you? -� She should have been a politician.  She
seemed to have mastered the art of not answering questions.  It had been
like pulling teeth to get her to honestly tell me how old she was.

    -�She said that she -(TM)d prefer that you not spend the night alone at
your place.  Why?  If she works so much, surely this isn -(TM)t the first
time that she -(TM)s had to work a night shift. -�

    -�No, she works nights a lot.  She works so hard, so I can got to
college and not end up like her, but -- -� She paused and I waited. 
Finally she started again.   -�I told you she kicked my stepdad out?  Yea?
So, she kicked him out, and right after that he was a guest of the county
for six months, if you know what I mean.  Anyway, he got out a couple days
ago and she saw him driving around the neighborhood.  I think she -(TM)s
afraid he -(TM)ll come back. -�

    -�Would he hurt you?  Are you in danger? -� I asked.

   She didn -(TM)t reply, just sitting quietly as I drove.  I repeated the
question.

    -�Can we just drop it?  You can take me home. -� She said in a shaky
voice, and fell silent.

    -�No, it -(TM)s okay, Jackie.  You can stay. -� I conceded.

   When we got to the house, she almost sullenly went to Allie and Dina
-(TM)s room and closed the door.  Now I was a little worried, so I got some
fresh towels from the linen closet in the hallway and knocked on her door.

    -�Yea? -� she responded in a barely audible voice.  When I opened the
door, she was just sitting on the edge of the bed and it was clear she had
been crying.

    -�I thought you might like fresh towels -� I said, sounding lame.  So I
sat next to her and put an arm around her waist.  At first she pulled away
but then leaned into me, and I could feel her tears moisten the shoulder of
my shirt.

    -�It -(TM)s hard to talk about. -� she eventually whispered

    -�Lot's of life is like that. -� I said.  "I'm here if you want an ear
to listen"

   She didn -(TM)t elaborate or talk, just leaning me with her hands curled
tight between her knees.  Eventually I offered that I was going to look at
the photos from the day, and if she wanted she could come too.  She sat up
straight and shook her head.

    -�Not now.  Thanks -� she mumbled.

    -�Okay.  Let me know if you need anything. -� I felt awkward and
helpless to aid her.

   She just sat there, so I quietly left and went to my office.  I had
restarted the computer and loaded her images in Lightroom, when she quietly
walked in and sat down in the chair next to me.  She had changed out of
silk blouse and was wearing her old hoodie, with Lin -(TM)s skinny jeans.
As I went through the images from that day, spending about a half an hour
culling out a dozen or so of the best for her school photos, and doing some
quick adjustments.  It was clear that I wouldn -(TM)t need to do any
blemish touch up, as her skin was flawless, and I said so.  Her eyes were
bright and clear, her teeth perfectly formed and white.  She still sat
quietly, so I turned and looked at her.  Her eyes were red and a little
puffy.

    -�Do you want to talk? -� I asked, but she just shook her head.

    -�Well, I am heading to bed.  Do you need anything?  I think Lin has
some night gowns in her room.  Help yourself.  Got a tooth brush? -�

    -�Okay.  I brought one.  G -(TM)night -� she said glumly and quietly
left me sitting there.

   I wished there was something I could do for her, but figured that
whatever was eating her, she had to work out herself.  She would talk when
she was ready.  I went to Kathryn and my bedroom, stripped down and got in
the shower.  Drying off, I walked into the bedroom, to find Jackie lying on
her side on Kathryn -(TM)s side of the bed.  Naked was how I usually slept,
but standing there nude but for the towel with her gazing at me, I went to
the dresser.  I could feel her eyes on me while I pulled on a pair of boxer
shorts.  Crossing to the bed, I sat next to her and laid a hand on her
shoulder under the sheets, relieved to see that she had chosen a long
sleeved flannel nightgown - nothing is less sexy than flannel, right?

    -�What -(TM)s up, sweetheart?  I thought you were sleeping in Allie
-(TM)s room? -�

    -�It -(TM)s a nice room, but I just need to be closer to someone.  I
don -(TM)t want to be alone.  Please can I sleep here? -� she pleaded

    -�Yea, sure. -� I said patting her shoulder and went the dresser to
pull on a t-shirt.  I slipped into my side of the king bed, leaving plenty
of room between us.  I turned off the lights and lay there on my side
facing away from her, and hoped I -(TM)d be able to get to sleep.  It didn
-(TM)t take long for the sound of her quiet sniffling and crying to
dominate my thoughts.  Finally I rolled over to the middle of the bed,
draped an arm over her.

    -�Okay.  talk. -� was all I said.

    -�About what? -�

    -�What -(TM)s got you so upset?  What did I do? -�

    -�It -(TM)s not you.  It -(TM)s my stepdad. -�

    -�Okay -- -� I said waiting.

    -�It -(TM)s freaky that he -(TM)s out. -� She murmured between sobs.

    -�Are you afraid of him? -�

    -�Mhhmm -�

    -�Did he hurt you? -�

    -�Mhhmm -�

    -�Want to talk about it? -�

   She lay there sniffling and crying for a while, and I waited for her to
decide if she wanted to talk.

    -�He raped me. -� She said barely audibly.

    -�He what??  The bastard.  How did he only get six months for raping a
minor? -�

    -�No.  I didn -(TM)t press charges, but I wanted him to be gone.  Then
he was arrested.  I think Mom called the cops on him driving drunk, because
he got busted that very night he left.  She would know he was likely drunk
and on the road.  Anyway he -(TM)s out now and -- Yea, I -(TM)m scared. -�

    -�Well -- -� snuggling a little closer I said,  -�you are safe here. -�

    -�I know.  It was really my fault though. -�

    -�That he raped you?  It -(TM)s never the victim -(TM)s fault.  You
were a minor too, weren't you?" She nodded silently.  "Why would you think
it was your fault? -�

    -�I told you he watched porn.  Well, that night, he was watching on the
TV in the living room, and I walked by.  Usually, I try not to let him see
me looking, but I saw a guy who looked sorta like you fuc -- I mean having
sex with a girl.  I couldn -(TM)t help stopping and looking.  Anyway he
knew I stopped and he ask if I liked what I saw.  I didn -(TM)t say
anything, just went straight to my room.  Anyway, mom wasn -(TM)t home, so
a little later he came in and well he just talked dirty saying things like
how much I liked his porn and I was a little slut and stuff.  He just held
me down and put it in me.  He was so disgusting and smelly.  He just shot
his load in me and then said not to tell my mom.  When she got home, she
knew right away something was wrong and I couldn -(TM)t hide it from her.
She got her pistol and chased him out.  It was eerie.  She didn -(TM)t say
a word.  She just pointed it at him at then pointed to the door.  He got
the message.  Then he was busted that night.  It wasn -(TM)t his first DUI
so he got six months. -� It all just poured out.

   My heart was breaking for her.  I snuggled closer and when my body
aligned with hers under the covers I realized that she was only wearing
flannel on top and panties on the bottom.  She snuggled closer.  I couldn
-(TM)t help my reaction as her firm ass pressed against my crotch.

    -�Seems like someone -(TM)s glad I am here. -� she giggled between
sniffs.

    -�Behave. -� was all I said.

   She pressed her ass closer to my crotch.

    -�You could show me how a guy makes love to a girl.  I -(TM)m not a
virgin anymore and I -(TM)m on the pill. -�

    -�Sweetheart, Believe me, I want you, but I just shouldn -(TM)t do it.
Really. -�

   She sat up, the covers falling away and pulled the flannel top off,
leaning over me bare breasted.  My face started to burn with desire and my
hard cock pulsed.

    -�Harrison, please?  I -(TM)ll do anything you want.  Give you another
blowjob to help that hard on, but I really, really want you in me.  I have
wanted it since you made me strip for you.  You inflamed me.  I felt like
you owned me back then and at first I hated you so much, but then when I
realized what a kind guy you are.  Like I said, I been planning this for
the past year and a half.  And now...  after today...  I want you even
more. I just want to know what it feels like when guy cares about me. -�

   She just made me weak.  Weak and unable to resist.  I pulled her down
and kissed her passionately.

    -�Can you take off your t-shirt?  I want to feel your bare chest
against mine. -� she whispered.

   I complied without a word as I had been thinking with my cock and I
really wanted both of us naked, and acted before I could think with my
brain.  She threw the covers back and where I had thought she was wearing
panties, she was deliciously naked already.

    -�Your turn. -� she smirked with her eyes glistening for joy, and the
redness of her recent crying.

   I stood and undressed under her scrutiny, my engorged penis the object
of her focused attention.

    -�Lie down on your back, baby. -� I ordered and she lay down
obediently, quivering with excitement.  I crawled up on the bed and spread
her legs apart as she looked.  I knelt between her calves and went down on
my elbows, bringing her bare pussy close to my face.  She had obviously
saved that morning, and she was obviously aroused.  Though her exterior
pussy lips were puffy and hid the delicious treasures inside.  They were
glistening with her juices.  Gingerly, I spread her open to see the pink
labia.  My tongue traced the outer lips.  She shivered, but I knew she wasn
-(TM)t cold, quite the opposite.  I probed inside her and she shuddered. 
She tasted like salted honey.  I licked up her slit to her clit and sucked
it lightly, but it was hard to keep connected with her as she bucked.  I
nibbled tentatively on the swelling little bud and she went wild.

    -�Oh fuck!  That is so good! -� and when I actually bit down ever so
slightly, she screamed with pleasure.  I slid my forefinger in her and felt
up inside for her g-spot rubbing and tapping on the growing button that I
had found.  She groaned even louder and bucked against my finger and mouth
until she just collapsed breathing heavily.  I moved up beside her and lay
down.

    -�That was amazing.  I have never cum like that before. -� she panted.
Slowly she lifted herself up in an elbow and leaned over to kiss me.  
-�Mmm -- Interesting.  I never tasted myself before. -�

    -�Well, you taste very good. -� I replied

    -�Maybe on your lips, but I know it wouldn -(TM)t be the same on my
fingers. -� she said as she moved on top of me.

    -�Slow down girl, that was payback for you giving me head.  Head for
head, so to speak -� I protested as the made clear her intent to straddle
me.

    -�Stop arguing, Harrison.  Please do me this favor.  Nobody will ever
know.  I promise. -�

    -�You also said you wouldn -(TM)t be a pest if you got to spend the
night here, and you said you -(TM)d stay in Allie -(TM)s room. -�

    -�Yea, well -- I guess I meant to.  I mean I didn -(TM)t lie about it,
but I was feeling so depressed.  Anyway.  Am I really being a pest? -� She
said as she started to lightly rub her dripping wet pussy up and down the
length of my turgid shaft.

    -�I can stop and go into Allie -(TM)s room if you want -- -� She was
grinning down at me, as her the tips of her nipples lightly brushed up and
down my chest.  I knew I had lost this battle, probably a long time ago,
and my hips were involuntarily moving in synch with her motion anyway.  Why
resist?

   She reached down, gently grasping my cock by the shaft and slowly rubbed
head of my swollen member against her clit, then even more slowly she
pushed me into her pussy.  She stopped when the head was fully engulfed in
her.  Her eyes shining, she just rocked slowly back and forth slightly, her
breasts rubbing sensuously over my chest.  I watched her eyes and heard her
shallow breathing as she used both hands to push herself upright.  She
stopped momentarily with her hands by my shoulders and her arms fulling
extended.  She looked down where our bodies connected at her crotch Then
back at me.  Only the head of my cock was in her, but the smooth pink lips
were spread wide apart and her clit was red and engorged.

   She gave me a questioning look but before I could speak she lifted one
hand from the mattress, to put a finger to my lips and hush me.  Slowly she
lifted the other hand up, her abdominal muscles tightening as she raised
herself until she was almost squatting over my crotch.

    -�This is my choice Harrison. -� she rasped and slowly lowered herself
onto my shaft, moaning as she filled herself with me.

    -�Oh, sweet jesus, you are so tight. -� I moaned.

    -�And you fill all of me. -� She held still for a moment,  -�Are you
all the way into me? -�

   I looked down.  I was probably half way in, maybe less.

    -�Hmmm..  not quite, but the sensitivity is in the head of my cock, you
don -(TM)t need me all the way in.  You -(TM)re doing fine. -� I
encouraged.

   She got a determined look on her face, and abruptly sat down on my hips,
fully impaling herself on me.

    -�Oh, god -- -� She moaned.   -�You better be all in, cuz -- oh god...
-�

    -�To my balls. -� I whispered.

    -�It feels like you -(TM)re pressing against my lungs. -� her voice was
husky.  She just sat there for a moment and then flexed her knees and rose
up until only only the tip was in her..

    -�Wow -- -� she breathed.   -�I don -(TM)t think I am ready for all of
you in me yet -- Can you show me your favorite position? -�

    -�Well, this is one of them, -� I responded,  -�but let me show you
another, -� and she rose off me completely.  I directed her to lie on her
back.  I took a position to her right lying on my side with our hips
aligned.  I lifted her right leg up, shifting her weight to her left side,
and aligned my cock with her vagina.  She got the hang of it and adjusted
her hips so my cock slid into her wet, willing opening.  I entwined my left
leg over her left leg and thrust into her, careful not to go in too deep.

    -�Oh -- That -(TM)s so much better -- -� she said.

    -�It -(TM)s only starting -- -� and I took her left hand down to where
we joined, and demonstrated how I wanted her to rub her clit as I thrust
in, then the head of my cock as I completely withdrew and finally guiding
my cock back inside herself.  When we had established a rhythm, I took my
now wet hand away and began playing with her nipples.

   She was moaning and breathing hard.  Muscles in her thighs began to
spasm, and I pulled harder on her nipples, twisting ever so slightly.

   She cried out in pleasure and I could not resist the sensation of her
tight womb and my response to her orgasm, I kept up the rhythm of thrusts,
pulling and twisting her nipples harder.  Soon I shot my first spurt of cum
deep inside her, and then the second on her hand and clit as I withdrew. 
Our hip movements slowed together and I thrust one last time, fully
embedding my cock deep inside her.

   As our breathing stabilized, she kept rubbing my cum, mixed with her own
juices into her clit.  If felt her languidly shudder in the aftermath of a
small, self-induced orgasm.

    -�I just made myself cum -- -� She whispered.   -�Or did you?  You
-(TM)re still hard in me? -�

    -�Yes, I -(TM)m still hard and fully in you, but not for long, it will
shrink back to normal soon. -�

    -�I -(TM)d never made myself cum before. -� She confessed.   -�Now I
-(TM)ll think about masturbation the same way.  I know I -(TM)ll fantasize
about doing this again, and again... -�

   I started to doze, and woke when my cock slipped out of her, feeling the
cool air on the hypersensitive skin.

    -�Hmm? -� she asked sleepily.

    -�I -(TM)ll be right back. -� I whispered and she smiled.

   I went to the bathroom, peed, got a soft, dry wash cloth and returned,
wiping my wet cock on the way.  Slipping in beside her, I spread her legs
and she barely woke as wiped the cum and juices up so she wouldn -(TM)t
wake to find herself in a wet spot.  I snuggled close and fell asleep with
her.

   In the morning I woke with sun shining through the window and the
bedside clock flashing 8:00.

    -�Wake up sweetie! -� I whispered in her ear.   -�There -(TM)s just
time to get a shower, grab some breakfast and get you home before you Mom
calls the state police. -�

    -�No. -� she protested sleepily, but roused nonetheless.   -�Can we
shower together? -�

    -�I don -(TM)t think that -(TM)s such a good idea if we have to get you
back this morning. -�

   She grumbled but got up and went to the girl -(TM)s bathroom.  When I
heard the shower stop, I went to my bathroom and quickly showered, shaved
and brushed my teeth.  I was out in the kitchen when she returned, again
wearing her old hoodie and Lin -(TM)s jeans.

    -�These are Lucky Jeans. -� She giggled.   -�Lucky -(TM)s a brand I
could never afford!  Ohh!  Expensive, but they really must be my lucky
jeans, because yesterday was more than I ever dreamed it would be.

    -�I guess they -(TM)re my lucky jeans too,  -~cause I got in your
pants! -� I laughed.   -�Now eat so we can get back before your mother
freaks. -�

    -�Yeah, about that.  You know she really expected me to fuck you, or at
least give you a blowjob.  She sorta thinks like that.  I really wanted
these photos.  If a girl doesn -(TM)t have cash, Mom has the attitude that
sometime -(TM)s girl -(TM)s gotta do stuff to get what she wants...  She
would never expect me to have been made love to. -�

    -�Did she say all that? -�

    -�No, but she did ask if I was taking my pills regularly and if I knew
what I was getting into. -�

    -�Interesting -- -� I said.  It seemed to fit her mother -(TM)s gruff,
hard nosed worldview, but it puzzled me.  I completely understood that a
mother would threaten her husband with a gun for raping her daughter, but
it seemed odd that she would also send her daughter to potentially trade
sex for photos.

    -�Jackie, you know you didn -(TM)t have to do anything to get those
photos.  I wanted to take them for you.  That makes it seem like --.  Well
-- -�

    -�Prostitution? -� She supplied the word.   -�No.  I wanted you so bad.
If you had called and said come over and let me fuck you, I would have
hitchhiked here to get to you.  Seriously.

    -�Okay, still -- well, I was going to send you prints, and I still
will, but let -(TM)s chose one from each scene and print them for her.  So
she can see.  What do you think? -� I offered.

    -�That would be great! -� she squealed.

   It was going to throw us off a little time-wise, but I realized that it
wasn -(TM)t going to be comfortable sending her home empty handed.  So, we
printed a half dozen 8x12 -(TM)s.  I wanted to do at least one 24x36 print,
but decided that it would take too long.  Anyway, I could get it printed
framed and shipped from an online vendor for less than the cost of ink.

   With the prints in my hands and Jackie walked behind me, loaded with
clothes from Lin -(TM)s still overflowing closet and dresser.

    -�Are you sure that Lin really meant for me to take all this? -� she
asked for the umteenth time.

    -�I am sure.  In fact if she was here, she would be taking you back to
her room for more.  Heck, they -(TM)d all get involved and you -(TM)d be in
a regular fashion show.  Believe me, Lin can afford it!  Plus, I suspect
that since you -(TM)ve culled her wardrobe, Kathryn will take her out
shopping on my nickel anyway.  Nothing the two of them like better. -�

   We drove half way home in silence, but I couldn -(TM)t help asking.

    -�What are you going to tell your mom? -�

    -�You mean about you raping me and forcing me to please you? -� She
giggled.

    -�Jackie, please don -(TM)t joke about that. -�

    -�No, seriously, If she asks, I will tell her that we did stuff and
that you were super nice about it and that I really wanted it.  She -(TM)ll
feel like some sort of charity case if you send me home with photos and
clothes and then finds out that I just said,  -~Thank you, Mr.  Sutter.
-(TM) That would really piss her off, but I am not going to make her all
envious and tell her how you taught me the difference between fucking and
making love. -�

   I was uneasy about all that but I figured that I wouldn -(TM)t have
Child Protective Services knocking on my door, so that was a real relief.

   As I pulled into her driveway, behind her mother -(TM)s old Toyota, the
front door opened.  Jackie reached across the console and kissed me on the
cheek before getting out.

    -�Thank you Harrison.  It really was more than I ever dreamed it would
be. -�

    -�I -(TM)ll get out and say hi to your mom.  Explain why we -(TM)re a
little late. -� I said.

    -�No need.  This homecoming is going to be much easier than the last
one.  Look.  She -(TM)s smiling. -�

   And indeed I saw her mother smiling in the doorway.  I waved and she
waved back, as Jackie piled out of the car, arms loaded clothes, but trying
to hold the prints carefully too.  Before I backed out, I saw mother take
the prints and her smile grew.  She held them up and waved again.  I
actually heard her shout  -�thanks. -� As they went back into the house
together, Jackie -(TM)s mom had her arm around her daughter -(TM)s waist
and they seemed to be walking an inch off the ground.

   End Runaway.



   Epilogue.

   Jackie -(TM)s mom called about three weeks later.  Her voice still
gruff, but laced with obvious affection.  She told me that the framed
prints and the photobook that I had ordered had arrived and she was over
the top, for her, in her effusive thanks.  In reality, that distilled down
to something like,  -�You -(TM)re a generous man, Mr.  Sutter -�  -�My
daughter is lucky to have met you, -� and  -�I hope she properly showed her
appreciation, -� with a couple of  -�Thank you kindly -(TM)s -�
interspersed.  In turn I assured her that it was a real pleasure having
Jackie over.  When I told her that Jackie had been very polite but didn
-(TM)t need to do more than say thank you, as was such a sweet girl.  She
protested that a girl should do more to show her thanks, and mumbled
something about  -�maybe next time. -�

   Before she hung up, she related how that very night that Jackie had
spent with me, her husband had indeed tried get into the house but she had
changed the lock.  When he tried to break-in through a window, a neighbor
had called the police.  He had been arrested again, and when he had had the
audacity to call her for bail, she had told the police that he had raped
her daughter and there was no way he was getting bail from her.  Jackie
still didn -(TM)t want press charges, but the police had him on parole
violation and when the searched his car, there was plenty of evidence there
to put him away on narcotics charges, as well breaking and entering.

   Later that winter, I talked to Tony about the upcoming photography
workshop in Hawaii.  He was excited to know that I had yet another fresh
young model to add to the roster.

   The End.
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