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   This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

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   The Neighbour's daughter.  Chapter 18.



   I missed Sophie.  After I'd moved, we didn't see each other quite as
often as before.  She couldn't just pop in if she had half an hour.  She
would have to take the bus or I'd have to pick her up, usually the later.
She had a key, like she'd had to my flat, and I loved it if she was there
when I came home from work.  She still did that every now and then.

   One Tuesday in late April, Sophie was there when I got home.  I was home
rather late and it irked me that I hadn't come home before, because Sophie
probably would have to go home soon.

   "Hi, my love.  Been here long?  I'm sorry I'm so late," I said.

   "I've . . .  I'm here to stay.  I'm not going back this time," Sophie
said.

   "What happen?" I asked.

   I sat down in the sofa next to Sophie and pulled her close to me.  She
didn't look at all happy.

   "I forgot to take off the heart you gave me for my birthday.  Mum wanted
to know where I got it and I decided to tell her.  I mean, I told her I got
it from my boyfriend.  She just went through the ceiling.  She began
talking about sending me to an all girl boarding school.  It was like I'd
told her I'd robbed a bank or something.  She immediately forbid me to see
you and she forbid me to go anywhere."

   "And then you left?"

   "No.  I went to my room and packed my things first.  I knew I didn't
want to go back.  Mum kept shouting.  She said that I'd get hurt, that you
would hurt me.  She always say that.  If I let you have "your way", you
would dump me.  I told her I'd had "my way" with you and you'd had "Your
way" with me and we loved each other.  Dad tried to calm her, but he agreed
with her.  They wanted to send me away," Sophie said.

   Tears began to form in her eyes.  I hugged her tightly and tried to
comfort her.

   "Nobody is going to send you away, my love.  You'll stay here with me
and we'll work something out," I whispered.

   "I don't want to work anything out with them.  Not again.  They . . . 
they."

   Sophie didn't finish the sentence.  I don't know what she was going to
say, but I think she felt let down by her parents.  Everything she wanted,
they were against and for no particular reason.  How could they talk about
sending her away?  What was the great idea of having children, if you
wanted to send them away?  Not that Sophie was a child any more, but she
was still their child.

   "You'll stay here with me.  Nobody is going to take you away from me. 
Nobody is going to hurt you," I whispered.

   As long as her parents didn't know where she was, they couldn't do
anything.  I hadn't worked out what to do, if or when her parents found out
that she was with me.  I just knew I would never let go of her again.

   - - -

   I didn't put pressure on Sophie to make her call her parents this time.
I reckoned she deserved a little time to work things out for herself.  She
deserved much more than that, but I couldn't give it to her.  Only her
parents could and right now, Sophie hated them and everything they stood
for.

   The first thing Sophie did was to get her hair cut short and dyed red.
It was a dark, warm auburn red and it looked so good on her, almost more
natural than her natural hair colour.  I don't know if Sophie really cared
how it looked.  All she cared about was that her parents would never let
her do it.

   She also wanted her earlobes pierced.  Her parents had blindly refused
to even talk about it.  I couldn't see anything wrong with that.  Most of
the girls I knew had pierced earlobes and I gave Sophie a nice pair of
golden earrings.

   On Friday, Sophie wanted to play one of her role-playing games, which of
course meant that she was going to have her bottom spanked.  I was the
strict headmaster and she was the naughty schoolgirl.  It didn't take long
before Sophie was standing with her bare bottom in the air, nicely
coloured. She was very turned on and kept pushing me to spank her harder. I
did, until I figured she'd had enough and I told her I would have to find
other ways to punish her, meaning that we were going to engage in some kind
of sex.  But Sophie had other ideas.

   "Will you take off your belt and use it on my bottom?" Sophie asked.

   It wasn't unusual that she suggested what she wanted me to do this way,
but she'd never suggested anything like that.

   "No.  That will be too much," I replied.

   "No it won't," Sophie said.  "I bet you I can take it."

   I was a little shocked.  Hitting her with my leather belt was a step in
a direction I had never considered taking.

   "No, Sophie.  I don't want to hurt you, you know that."

   "But you know you can't hurt me," Sophie protested.

   "Maybe not, but I'm not going to put it to the test."

   Sophie resigned and we continued the game.  She was very wild and it was
as if she tried to buck and grind against my teeth, when I licked her
pussy. We got though the game without serious injuries, but only just.  I'd
never experienced Sophie acting like that and it worried me a little.

   Sophie appeared to be happy.  At times, she would suddenly be far away,
caught up in her own thoughts, but if I asked her if anything was wrong,
she just smiled and said that everything was fine.

   - - -

   Sophie still didn't want to call her parents.  I had hoped that she
would eventually do it, but she was stern set on not calling them.

   "What about your grandparents?  You could call them instead," I
suggested.

   "I don't really know them," Sophie said.  "Mum and dad don't get along
with either of them.  I saw my mum's parents a few years back, at my
uncle's funeral, but we didn't talk."

   'God, it runs in the family,' I though to myself, but I didn't say
anything.

   - - -

   I went home late on Monday.  Sophie wasn't in the living room when I
came in and I began looking for her.  I was sure she was home.  I found her
in the bedroom.  She was sitting in the middle of the bed, naked. 
Scattered around her were a number of clothespins.  She had put clothespins
on her nipples and labia.  My clothespins were new and very tight.  It had
to hurt really badly.  She put another clothespin on her inner lips, just
as I came in.  A flicker of pain crossed her face.

   "Sophie!  What are you doing?" I asked, shocked.

   She hadn't heard me come and jumped at the sound of my voice.

   "I wanted to surprise you," she said.

   "You're hurting yourself.  Why?"

   "It doesn't hurt.  Nothing I do with you or for you can hurt me.  See!"

   Before I had time to do anything, Sophie took a pin and put it on her
clit.  She couldn't suppress a cry of pain as the pin squeezed tightly
around her sensitive flesh.

   "No, Sophie.  Stop, please.  You got to stop."

   I sat down next to her on the bed and began to remove the clothespins
very cautiously.  It hurt and Sophie's pain was transferred to me.  I could
feel the agonising pain in my own nipples as I took the pins off her
nipples.  They left some ugly marks and bruises.

   "Sophie, you can't punish yourself for what has happened.  It's not your
fault," I said, as I removed the last pin.

   I pulled her close and let my fingers run through her hair.

   "It doesn't hurt.  It's not true what they say.  You can't hurt me,"
Sophie sniffled.

   I realised that I'd been a coward all along.  I knew what I had to do
and I should have done it a long time ago.

   "We can't go on this way, Sophie.  I'm going to call your parents.  We
have to sort this out," I said.

   "No!  I don't want to talk to them," Sophie protested.

   "I do.  You don't have to say anything, but I want to talk to your
parents.  I want to know why all this has happened.  I'm going to call them
and then we are going to see them."

   "No.  They'll just send me away.  I don't want to leave you," Sophie
whimpered.

   She had kept it all inside for so long, but now it began to come out and
Sophie broke down in tears.  I held her tight and told her over and over
again that she was going to stay with me, no matter what happened.  It took
the best part of half an hour to calm her down.  She got dressed and we
went in to call her parents.  I didn't exactly look forward to it, but it
had to be done.

   "Mrs Petersen?  It's Eric Green, your former neighbour.  I'm calling you
about Sophie."

   "My God!  Is she all right?  Is she with you?" Mrs Petersen whimpered.

   "She's fine, but she's very unhappy and I think we need to talk about
it."

   "She'll have to come home.  She'll be happy if she comes home.  Has
anything happened to her?  Has her boyfriend left her?"

   "No, he hasn't and he won't.  I'm her boyfriend, Mrs Petersen.  That's
not the point, though.  Sophie can't go on like this.  We need to get
things settled once and for all.  We are coming over in an hour.  We just
need something to eat first."

   "YOU!  I demand that you bring Sophie back immediately.  She belongs
here, you filthy . . .  you, you,"

   "I'm bringing her, but she only stays if she wants to stay.  We'll be
there in an hour."

   I didn't just want to hang up on Mrs Petersen, so it took some time to
end the conversation.  She was very upset and called me all kind of things.
I just hoped that an hour was enough to calm her down.

   - - -

   Sophie didn't want to go at all.  I guess I could have gone alone, but I
had promised her mother to take her with me.  I tried to imagine what Mrs
Petersen would look like when she was angry.  I'd seen her worried, but
never angry.  It suddenly got me thinking of something else.

   "Sophie, how old is your mother?"

   "She's just turned thirty-three.  Why?" Sophie answered.

   That had to be it!  Not that I knew exactly what the reason for their
strange behaviour was, but I had a pretty good idea.  I didn't want to say
anything to Sophie at this point, though.  I could still be wrong.

   "Just wondering."

   Sophie stayed behind me when we went up the stairs to her parent's flat.
My finger had hardly left the doorbell, before the door was opened.

   "What have you done to her, you creep?  What have you done to my
daughter?" Mrs Petersen yelled when she saw Sophie with red, short hair.

   She tried to get past me and reached out to grab Sophie's arm.  Sophie
hid behind me and tried to avoid her mother.  Mr Petersen appeared behind
his wife and pulled her back.

   "Take it easy, dear.  Let them come in.  We agreed to listen to them,"
he said.

   He appeared to be calm, but sad, almost apathetic.  Mrs Petersen
reluctantly withdrew and let us in.  Sophie made sure to keep me between
herself and her mother and Mr Petersen kept his wife away from me.  We sat
down around the dinner table.  Mrs Petersen looked at Sophie.

   "My little Sophie.  Why are you doing this to us?" she said.

   "It's not me," Sophie said.  "You've been treating me like a baby for
years.  You . . ."

   "Let's try to solve this, shall we?" I interrupted her.

   Her father nodded.  My stomach hurt really badly.  This was the most
unpleasant situation I had ever been in, as far back as I cold recall.  The
hostility of Sophie's mother was digging into me and I began to feel
guilty. Maybe it was I who had set Sophie up against her parents.  Maybe I
was the problem after all.  I thought about it for a second before I
decided to continue.  I wasn't the problem.  I couldn't be.

   "Sophie has had a special upbringing.  Apparently, you have never told
her why she couldn't do the same things as other girls her age.  I've been
thinking a lot about it, since I first got to know Sophie, but it has
remained a mystery to me," I said.

   "It's none of your business," Mrs Petersen interrupted me.

   Her husband put a hand on her shoulder and she sat back, still staring
angrily at me.  I decided jump in with both feet and see what kind of
reaction I would get.  It couldn't get much worse.  I took a deep breath.

   "I do have an idea, though.  Mrs Petersen, you were sixteen, when you
had Sophie," I said.

   I let the words sink in, waiting to see if there were any reaction. 
Sophie's mother turned pale.  Mr Petersen was just about to say something,
but his wife broke in.

   "You have no right to come here and insinuate anything, you-you-you,"
she couldn't find a name to call me.

   "Don't, Amy," Mr Petersen said.  "We should have talked about it a long
time ago."

   "He has no right.  He's taken our daughter away from us.  Look at her."

   Mrs Petersen hysterically pointed a stiff finger at Sophie.  Sophie was
about to say something, but it was as if Mr Petersen finally woke up.  His
wife went on about how I'd taken her baby from her and that she wanted me
out of her home, but Mr Petersen managed to stop her and began talking,
quietly and calm.

   "Sophie.  Your mother and I grew up in the country, as you know.  We
grew up on neighbouring farms and there were no other farms nearby.  Our
parents never got along well.  I don't know why.  I think it was a dispute
about land, dating back several generations."

   He paused and took a deep breath.  Mrs Petersen was about to say
something, but he raised his hand.

   "No, let me continue.  I've known your mother since she was born, but we
rarely saw each other, because of our parents, but one day, I suddenly saw
this beautiful young girl.  I fell in love with her and she with me.  We .
. .  I got your mother pregnant."

   Mr Petersen had to take another deep breath.

   "It was a catastrophe.  Your mother's parents claimed that I'd raped
their daughter.  They . . .  I was arrested, but Amy insisted that I hadn't
raped her and since she was of legal age, when she got pregnant, the police
had to drop the charges.  My parents claimed that Amy had seduced me . . .
they accused her parents for setting me up to slander them . . .  I
couldn't stand it . . .  We ran away."

   He stopped.  Sophie's mother was hiding her face in her hands.

   "It was difficult.  We had to quit school and get jobs.  We suddenly had
the responsibility of a little child.  We . . .  we had no experience and
nobody to ask.  We . . .  wanted to protect you.  Nothing was ever going to
happen to you.  You have to understand what we went through.  We didn't
want you to . . .  to end up like us."

   It was awful.  I could see the pain in his face as he spoke.

   "Sophie, we tried to protect you because we love you.  We wanted you to
get a good life, an education.  We . . .  love you Sophie.  Maybe . . .  we
were too worried . . .  you have to understand.  We love you."

   "Why?" Sophie whispered.  "Why did you . . ."

   The tears began running down her cheeks.  I put my arm around her.

   "We tried to do what we thought was best for you," her father said.

   Sophie's sorrow turned to anger.

   "Have you any idea what it was like to be me?  Never to be able to do
what my friends did - Be alone all the time - Be a freak?  Have you any
idea how much it hurt?" she whimpered.

   "Please, Sophie.  Try to understand . . ." he father insisted.

   "No!  You try to understand.  You never told me why.  You never told me
anything.  You only told me all the things I couldn't do.  How could I
understand?  What is it you want me to understand?  That you were going to
send me away?  You don't send someone you love away?  You don't ridicule
someone you love.  You don't put them in a prison!" Sophie screamed.

   "I'm sorry, Sophie," her father said.

   "You're sorry!" Sophie screamed hysterically.  "You've . . .  ruined my
life!"

   "Please, Sophie," her father said.

   Sophie got up and headed for the door.  I got hold of her and pulled her
close to me.  She fought me, banging her hands against me chest.

   "Calm down, Sophie," I whispered to her.  "Easy now.  Take a deep
breath."

   "I want to go home," she whimpered.

   Her mother came to life again.

   "This is your home, Sophie," her mother said.

   "No, mum.  This is not home.  This was my prison.  I'm free now."

   "No, Sophie.  Don't go," her mother whimpered.

   God, had I started this?  Was it at all a good idea to try and get
things out into the light?  I wanted to leave, to get out of there and
forget all about it, but somewhere deep inside I knew I couldn't just do
that.  This would have to be settled.  Not today, but we had to leave the
door open.  I turned to Sophie's father.

   "I think we all need to sleep on this.  You know where Sophie is now,
and I think you should come and see us, but right now, I think Sophie need
a little time.  We will call you tomorrow."

   Her father nodded.  He looked tired, but there was something different,
something in his eyes when he looked at Sophie in my arms.  Tenderness.  I
believed him when he said he had done it all out of love for Sophie.



   To be continued.





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