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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

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   The Neighbour's Daughter.  Chapter 13.

   Sophie's idea of fond memories was apparently to have a sore pussy or
arse, but I didn't share that view.  The strained muscle in my neck
certainly reminded me of how we'd made love, every time I tried to turn my
head, but it didn't exactly excite me.  It took almost a week before I was
able to turn my head again.  What did excite me was the thought that we
would have an hour or two to ourselves every Saturday.

   The less exciting part of my everyday life was Mrs Larsen.  She didn't
thrive in the hospital.  Basically, she just wanted to die as quickly as
possible.  Since doctors have given an almost sacred vow to keep people
alive for as long as possible, the hospital wasn't the best place for Mrs
Larsen to stay.  Unfortunately, there were no alternatives.  One day, she
asked me joshingly if I could hold the pillow over her head until she
stopped breathing.  I didn't find it amusing, mainly because I knew that it
wasn't really a joke.

   Despite all hardship, things settled in sort of a routine after a couple
of weeks.  Mrs Larsen forbade me to visit her more than three times a week.


   "A young man like you shouldn't be hanging around on the hospital's
geriatric death row," as Mrs Larsen poetically expressed it.

   Sophie and I also settled in a new routine.  She had managed to convince
her parents that it would be much easier if she walked home from the
library herself.  I was quite pleased that we didn't have to hide in a
corner of the library, constantly at risk of being spotted.  It still
wasn't the ideal way to see each other, but as with Mrs Larsen, we had no
alternative.

   I was actually quite content with the way things were and sure that they
would remain that way for some time.  Even the risk of Sophie getting in
trouble was smaller.  If her parents were to come home unexpectedly, we
would be able to hear it and she could sneak out undetected, and pretend to
come home late from the library.  It was close to perfect, except that it
was only for a few hours once a week.

   - - -

   Nothing lasts forever, and the comforting Saturday routine only lasted
two weeks.  It was a Wednesday evening and I'd been visiting Mrs Larsen,
which meant I was eating late.  Suddenly, I heard loud voices from Sophie's
flat.  Now, usually, I would be in Mrs Larsen's flat at this time of day,
eating dinner or doing the dishes.  In other words, even if I hadn't heard
Sophie's parents argue before, it didn't mean that it was the first time. I
chose to ignore it.

   It continued for a short while, the voices gradually sounding louder and
more agitated.  Sophie's farther was very loud, but I could just hear the
voice, not the actual words.  My curiosity got the better of me and I'd
just got up from my chair to try and put my ear to the wall when I heard
Sophie's front door open and then slammed angrily shut.  Fast step down the
stairs followed.  Then everything became quiet.

   Lots of married couple had a quarrel every now and then and it didn't
bother me much.  I went back to my dinner and forgot about it.  I'd just
finished the last bite, when I heard a quiet knock on my door.  I was a bit
surprise since I rarely had visitors, but I went out and opened the door.
It was Sophie and she was in a mess.  Her eyes were red and it was obvious
that she'd been crying.

   "What happened?" I asked as I stepped aside and let her in.

   She didn't answer, but as soon as the door was closed, she threw her
arms around my neck, hid her face in my chest, and started to cry like a
rainstorm.  I was completely overwhelmed, but I managed to get her into the
living room and down on the sofa.

   There was no end to her tears.  I did my best to comfort her, holding
her close and whispering soothing words in her ear.  I gave her time and
when she finally stopped crying and looked up at me, I put my finger on her
lips.

   "Shhh, don't say anything.  I'll get you a glass of water and you take a
deep breath.  We don't want another waterfall to start," I said, trying to
cheer her up just a little.

   She smiled weakly and didn't say anything until she had sipped some of
the water I brought her.  I sat down again and put my arms around her.  She
rested her head on my chest and began to talk.

   "I was just telling mum and dad that I was going to do some homework
with my classmates, you know, we had to do it together, because we were
doing some group work.  Then mum said that she would have to call my
classmate's parent to make sure that there was somebody home to look after
us.  I said that my classmate's parents wouldn't be home and that we didn't
need to get help from her parents.  I mean, I know that wasn't why she
wanted to call her parents, but I couldn't let her make the call. 
Everybody would think I was a freak or something.  And then dad . . ."

   Sophie had to dry her eyes and blow her nose again before she continued.

   "Dad got very upset and told me not to talk back.  I wasn't, really, but
they didn't give me a chance to explain.  Mum freaked out and yelled that I
shouldn't upset dad.  I can't recall what was said, but they went on about
how ungrateful I was and that they had done so much for me.  Suddenly, dad
said that if I didn't like it at home any more, I could just leave.  I . .
. was mad at them.  I can't recall if I said anything, but I think I just
got up and left."

   Sophie sniffled again and looked up at me.

   "It's not fair.  It's not me who wrong, it's them, isn't it?"

   I ran my fingers through her hair.

   "It isn't you, Sophie.  The only persons on this earth that can't see
what you have been going through is your parents.  You have been so patient
and put up with all their strange rules.  Don't blame yourself," I said.

   Sophie was still very upset and we sat in silence for a long time,
before I dared to ask the question that had to be asked.

   "Do you want to go back and see if they have calmed down now?" I asked.

   "No!  I don't want to go back.  They have to ask me to come back.  I'm
not going back unless they will let me live a normal life," Sophie said.

   There wasn't a trace of doubt in her voice.  She was still angry and not
thinking rationally.

   "Sophie, they don't know where you are.  They will be worried sick, if
you don't come back tonight."

   "I don't care!"

   "Yes, you do.  You can stay here for as long as you want to, you know
that, but you have to at least call them and tell them that you are all
right.  I know they have been very unfair to you, but they won't get any
sleep tonight if they haven't heard from you.  You don't have to tell them
where you are," - and I sure hoped she wouldn't - "but you have to let them
know that you're safe."

   Sophie sighed.

   "OK, but not now, please.  I don't want to right now.  I just want to be
with you."

   An hour later, Sophie called her parents.  I could only hear half the
conversation.

   "Mum?  It's Sophie.  No, I'm all right."

   There was a pause.

   "I'm not coming home, not until you stop treating my like I was five
years old.  - - You want me to apologise?  But mum - - But I didn't do
anything wrong.  Mum, I'm sixteen, almost seventeen.  - - No!  I'm not
going back to that."

   Sophie's mum was still talking, but Sophie didn't' say more.  A few
seconds later, she hung up and turned to me.

   "Satisfied?  Mum wanted me to apologise to dad and to come back
immediately.  She even wanted to take away some of my "privileges", as she
called it.  You know, bringing Nina home in the afternoon," Sophie said,
sounding more bitter than sad.

   "God, Sophie.  There must be some reason why they treat you like that.
What is it?" I asked.

   "How should I know?" Sophie shrugged.

   "Well, at least they know you are safe.  Let them sleep on it.  Maybe
they will see the light, when they think a little bit about it.  Do you
have your key?"

   Sophie looked surprised, but she began to search her pockets.

   "Yes.  Why?"

   "Well, I assume that you'll stay here until you have worked something
out with your parents, but your clothes and books are on the other side of
that wall," I pointed to the wall that had kept us apart for so long. 
"You'll have to go in there tomorrow, after they have gone to work and get
some clothes and your school things."

   "I guess so.  I hadn't thought of that," Sophie said.  "But I want some
new clothes.  I don't want to wear those childish dresses any more."

   "I can understand that, but you'll have to wear your old clothes until
we get some new for you."

   "I . . .  don't have any money.  I'll have to get a job," Sophie said
quietly.

   "Let's take one thing at a time.  We'll get you some new clothes," I
said.  "Don't worry, I'll pay."

   "I don't want to . . .  be a burden to you."

   "Sophie.  I love you and you'll never be a burden.  I want you here with
me and I want you to be happy."

   I hadn't thought about how long Sophie was going to stay.  I wanted her
to stay, but I think I would have preferred that it came about in another
way.  Hiding her like she was on the run was not the best way to start our
life together.  I hadn't thought about the practical and financial side of
things either.  All that had to wait.  I was just happy that she was with
me.  Reality had to wait.

   Sophie cuddled up close to me on the sofa.

   "Eric, I love you so much.  I don't know what I'd done without you."

   To be honest, I could only agree.  I had heard about girls running away
from home and ending up on the streets, taking drugs and making money as
prostitutes.  Her parents could have done a lot more damage, if they had
been successful in keeping Sophie away from everybody.  What had happened
tonight was inevitable and would have happened sooner or later.

   We decided to go to bed and Sophie got to use the bathroom first.  We'd
both dreamed of the day that we would be able to sleep together and now
that we finally could, the event was overshadowed by Sophie's anger and
sadness.  Still, Sophie came out of the bathroom nude and kissed me very
sensually, before she went to bed.

   When I had finished and came into the bedroom, she was asleep, curled up
in a foetal position.  She looked so small and vulnerable.  How could
anyone treat her so cruelly, least of all her own parents?  I slipped down
next to her as quietly as possible.  Sophie woke briefly and snuggled up
close to me.  I put my arm around her and we lay like spoons as close as we
could get.

   I didn't fall asleep right away.  So many thoughts went through my head.
Sophie was with me, asleep in my arms, but there were still a lot of
problems.  I wanted to make Sophie happy, to protect her.  It would be
difficult as long as her parents didn't accept that she'd grown up.  They
were still her parents and apart from the legal aspects, Sophie was still
emotionally attached to them and she couldn't just forget about them.



   - - -

   Sophie was already awake, when I woke up.  She was resting her head on
my arm, looking at me like she'd been waiting for me to wake up for a long
time.  I looked at the clock and there was still half an hour before I had
to get up.  Sophie smiled happily.  Yesterday's troubles had not yet turned
into today's worries.  It was as if we existed in a time and space where
there were only us.  No words were needed.  Sophie stretched out lazily and
I turned over on my side to face her.

   We looked deep in each other's eyes and caressed each other tenderly. 
Her skin felt so warm and soft, so receptive.  Only the lightest touch was
needed to make her shiver and breathe a little faster.  A feathery touch
from my finger and her nipple was hard and erect.

   Being so close together raised the temperature under the duvet to
tropical heat in a very short time.  We pushed it off and felt the cool
morning air.  It didn't chill us at all.  Sophie's skin was burning hot and
our touches became more intense.  Without taking her eyes off me, Sophie
reached over and took the condom she'd put on the nightstand last night.  I
was able to put it on without losing eye contact.  Sophie straddled me,
very slowly lowering herself onto me.

   Nothing else existed, just the two of us.  I felt every move she made as
she slowly began to move up and down.  I felt how she arched her back as
our pubic bones met, grinding herself against me.  And all the time, we
looked at each other.  I could look into Sophie through her eyes and see
how her arousal grew as I penetrated her deeper and deeper, until she sat
up straight with me inside her as deep as I possibly could get.

   I reached up and cupped her tits and she began to rotate her hips
gradually faster and more intense.  All I could hear was Sophie's breath.
The noise from the street and the stairs was gone.  Even my own breathing
was soundless.  I think it was the closet I've ever been to become one with
another person.  When Sophie quietly reached her peek, the wall of her
pussy squeezed me tightly.  She lay down over me and after a few, rigid and
deep thrusts, I came only seconds after her.

   We could have stayed in bed forever, but my alarm clock brought us back
to reality.  Sophie decided to stay home from school and get her books and
some clothes.  It was her decision, but I encouraged it.  She needed time
to think things over, before she talked to her parents again.

   - - -

   I came home around five and found Sophie engaged in schoolwork.  She
wasn't wearing one of her usual loose dresses.

   "I called Nina and told her what had happened.  She already knew and
she'd guess that I was here.  Mum called her yesterday evening asked if I
was there.  It was Nina's mum who picked up and she doesn't know anything
about you.  You know what she said to my mum when she realised that I'd run
off?  "So, Sophie has finally escaped the prison".  Nina's mum wouldn't
tell Nina what my mum said after that, but it was a very short
conversation," Sophie said.

   "Well, I hope that it will make your mum think a little bit about what
you said to her last night.  Are those Nina's clothes?" I asked.

   "Yes.  She said I could borrow some of her clothes until I get some new
clothes.  She would check if they need somebody in the store she works in.
I might be able to get a job there."

   "That sounds great, but let's see how things work out.  I think you
should call your parents again tonight.  We have to find some kind of
solution," I said.  "As long as you are under eighteen, you need their
approval for a lot of things.  You might even need them if you want a job.
You can't sign a legally binding job contract until you are of age."

   "You could sign," Sophie said.

   "I'd have to be appointed your guardian, which means that your parents
have to be deemed unfit to care for you by a judge.  That's not going to
happen.  Even if you complained to the authorities, it would probably take
a long time to go through all the necessary procedures and you'd be
eighteen long before it was settled."

   "Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Sophie sighed.

   "It's going to be all right.  Let's see what your mum has to say, when
you call her tonight.  I'm sure you can reach some kind of agreement." I
said.

   "I want to stay here with you."

   "I know, but maybe it's better that you stay with your parents. 
Hopefully, I'll get something bigger and then we can move in together when
you are old enough.  I doubt your parents will accept that you live with me
now."

   "I though you wanted me here?" Sophie said, very disappointed.

   "I do, Sophie, I do, but we have to be realistic and . . .  any way you
look at it, you're still attached to your parents.  I mean, the bonds
between parents and children don't break so easily.  We have to find the
best way and if you burn the bridges behind you, I'm afraid you'll never be
happy."

   Sophie didn't answer.

   "Sophie, if your parents will let you go out and dress as the other
girls, it won't be that bad to go back, will it?" I asked.

   "I just want to be with you," she whispered as the tears began to run
down over her cheeks.

   "Please, Sophie.  I just want to do what will be best for all of us in
the long run.  I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me. 
Please trust me.  I love you so much and I don't want to see you hurt
again. Please, Sophie," I begged her.

   "Why does it have to be me?  Why can't I just have normal parents and
live a normal life?" Sophie sobbed.

   I couldn't answer, but I dearly hoped that her parents would come to
their senses.





   To be continued.



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