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   CHAPTER ONE; Sui Generis.

   It's like pulling a con with your body.  Just set yourself out there and
wait.  Sooner or later, the right mark will come along.  Cunanan knew how
to do it, only in the end he gave himself up, got caught up with his own
lack of feeling and burned out in a blaze of madness.  Not that you should
be into doing what he did.  Just the opposite.  In the end that sad little
killer got lost, felt like he had to stop taking whatever it was he'd
gained from his lovers and decided to take their lives instead.  No, if you
do it right, well, the game can go on and on.

   My name is romia and I'm a player.  I play with men, I play with women.
Just as long as I can get what I want, just so long as it doesn't get real.
I've done well for myself over the years.  I have a portfolio, real estate,
connections.  What I don't have are obligations.  Don't get me wrong, there
are people out there that know about me.  You should never lie to your
priest or your lawyer.  At least that's what they say.  But nobody gets the
whole picture.  I like it that way.

   I wasn't always like this.  I was a na<ve little girl once.  The type
that blushed to think she might be wanted by the boys.  But having a baby
at fifteen opens your eyes more than a little.  It's surprising how quickly
the romeo boys fade once your belly swells.  I lost the baby of course. 
Oh, my little Diane was born healthily enough, but the great state of Ohio,
in it's infinite wisdom, decided that a fifteen year old girl was incapable
of being a fit parent.  Right after the delivery my child was whisked away
and put up for adoption.  They wouldn't even let me see her.  I decided
right after that sad episode not to be a victim of anyone ever again.  Not
a victim of men.  Not a victim of the state.  I set out to make myself over
into something as self reliant and ruthless as I had been na<ve and
trusting.

   I ran away from home the next spring.  It wasn't hard to work up a
bankroll by hustling in the local park.  I would sit on a bench, wearing a
sun dress or something else suitably girlish, my blonde hair tied into a
ponytail, and wait for the inevitable approach.  It would always be some
man, fortysomething or older, who would sit down next to me.  Trying to act
with an air of deniability in case they'd read me wrong.  Of course, their
lust was so obvious that it was a little pathetic.  I learned how to entice
them.  Sending little encouraging signals with my body language.  There was
a strange choreography involved.  The man would walk past me at first,
looking me over while trying to seem not to be doing so.  If his lust
outweighed his judgment, he would be back within a few minutes.  Cruising
past again a little more slowly, taking a longer, franker look.  He would
then return to sit down next to me.  Sometimes silently, sometimes with
some inane attempt at small talk.  I found that because we were sitting
along a semi-public path in the park, they would often ask if I was out to
walk my dog, or with friends.  All this despite the fact that they'd
already seen I was alone.  The men would then sometimes, compliment my
appearance, my dress or body.  Then, after a few furtive glances to make
sure no one was about to appear on the trail, a hand would creep across the
space between us to make it's way onto my thigh, or hip, or knee.  I always
allowed this if the man was not too dangerous looking or nervous, and if he
looked like he was likely to have money of course.  The others were usually
easily discouraged at this stage uncertain as they were about my true
status.  I suppose my age helped.  Most men weren't expecting to see a girl
as young as I was out looking for it in the park.  When I didn't shriek or
run away at this initial contact, the men would become bolder.  As if just
by touching me they'd gained some right to my body.  The hand would travel
up my leg, under the hem of my dress.  Eventually, inevitably, to rest on
the rise of my sex, prodding and stroking.  Sometimes the men would expose
themselves, playing with their cocks as they fondled my pussy.  I would let
this go on for a while, then let them know that if they wanted to keep on
doing it, they had to pay me.  Most of the time, they did.  I suppose that
I enjoyed it.  Playing with these strangers.  Letting them touch me while
knowing that I was in control.  You might think that all this was a little
dangerous, and you would be right.  I was lucky I guess, that I never got
raped.  But you see, most of these men, they were so blown away to find a
willing little fifteen year old vixen with open legs on a park bench that
they never tried to blow it by forcing things.

   After a few weeks, I had over six hundred dollars stashed away.  This
seemed like a lot of money to me at the time but I knew I'd need more if I
wanted to disappear properly.  I decided to make that extra money by
letting one of my more persistent suitors finally do what he wanted and
fuck me properly.

   There was one man in particular who I knew would be a good score.  He
was a well dressed man of about fifty who had been one of the first to sit
next to me on the park bench.  He was different from some of the other men
who I played with.  He never exposed himself, preferring to sit close to me
and softly stroke my legs and the swelling of my breasts through my dress.
All the while he would talk to me as if nothing out of the ordinary was
going on.  His name was Ortiz.  He told me about his wife, who had died
after twenty seven years of marriage.  He would go on about his business as
a jewelry store owner, while his hands would be busy on my body, tracing
the line of my neck, slowly traversing the rise of my breasts to play with
my nipples.  He really seemed fascinated by my bosom.  Rarely touching me
below the waist.  I suppose he thought I might be offended.  (little did he
know.) I knew he wanted to do it with me.  They all did in one way or
another.  I decided to work on him by being bolder in front of him,
hitching up my dress as we sat together so that he could see my panties.  I
would spread my legs, and touch myself, running my fingers along the edges
of my panties as he watched me.  I would do all this in a shy sort of way,
looking around frequently and acting shameful about it.  Not that I felt
any shame.  Why should I?  I was getting paid.

   Of course he wanted to know why a young girl like me was out like this,
in the park.  So I decided to spin a yarn about being a helpless little
runaway with no friends in the city.  I told him that I came to the park
after learning about how guys cruised there and that it was a good place to
make money.  (that part at least, was true) and that even though not every
one I met was as nice as he was, I did make enough to pay for a motel room
to sleep in sometimes.  Of course he ate it all up, and immediately "took
pity" on me, offering to let me come and stay with him at his house.  I
pretended to be grateful, even managing to produce a few happy tears as his
hand continued it's ministrations under my blouse.

   Seeing this as my chance to get out of Akron, I told him that if he
would meet me in the same place the next day, I would bring my backpack,
and we could go to his house together.  He was very excited that I had
agreed to live with him so easily, and he leaned over to kiss me, muttering
something like "my pet, my little angel" I let him kiss me, something I'd
never done with any of the others.  I felt like I owed him that much, as I
planned to take my payment soon, and in full.

   That evening I stole my father's camping gear, packed some jeans and
favorite shirts and hid the bag outside the house.  You might think that it
was wrong of me to steal from my family like that, but all I knew at the
time was that if the world could use me and take away my child, than I
could take whatever I needed from whoever had it.

   The next day, just as he'd promised, he was there waiting on the bench
when I arrived.  We left together, walking to his car.  As soon as we were
seated inside, he looked over at me.  I could see the appraising look in
his eyes as he ran his gaze from my ankles, up my bare calves and thighs to
the hem of my short skirt.  I arched my back a little and parted my legs as
his eyes were caressing my body.  He had a sort of disbelieving expression
as though this still wasn't real to him, sitting here with me, in the
passenger seat of his car.  I waited until his eyes found mine than said
softly, " I'm right here honey." I guess that did it for him because he let
out a low moan and leaned over to kiss me.

   His face was hot and close to mine and I used my hands to stroke his
cheeks and neck as we kissed.  I could feel his tongue push it's way inside
my mouth and brought my lips together, sucking on it.  His hand was on my
leg, on my thigh, working it's way higher than he'd ever gone before.  I
have to say that he wasn't a bad looking man and I was enjoying myself as
we pressed ourselves together in his car.  His fingers were tracing little
circles along the inside of my thighs, and then I could feel the pressure
as he cupped my sex in his hand.  I was lubricating, getting exited as he
pushed forward with his palm, grinding into me with a delicious sensation.
I started panting and pushed back against him with my hips.  Picture the
sight, an older man sitting in the front seat of his car.  A fifteen year
old girl in the seat beside him, my blond hair in a ponytail, my mouth
open, sucking on his tongue, my legs parted with his hand on my pussy. 
Groaning with lust into his mouth.  My hot breath on his face, my skirt
pushed up over my hips with my panties soaking through.

   The next thing I knew he had moved my panties to the side of my crotch
and was pushing his finger inside of me.  He worked it all the way in, then
withdrew slowly, repeating the process until I was in a frenzy.  He would
push his tongue into my mouth in time with the motion of his hand, so that
it was as if he was fucking me from both ends of my body.

   I gasped as he slid a second finger into me beside the first, then
suddenly began whipping his hand back and forth as quickly as he could.  I
slid my hips forward so that I could open all the way up to him and leaned
back in the seat as the waves of pleasure took hold of me.  I was gasping
for breath, with my eyes closed.  I felt like my whole body had become
concentrated on my little pussy as he fucked me with his hand.  I was so
wet, so open to him it felt like I could take his whole hand, his whole arm
up inside of me.  I wanted to pull him into myself, to fill myself up with
his body, I began groaning, making the noises of a female animal in
pleasure and then I was coming, coming.

   I was shuddering, my hips bucking up with little thrusts, my pussy
clamping down onto his fingers.  He stopped moving his hand but it didn't
matter.I was off already, overcome with pleasure.  I was lost for a few
moments.  My mind washed out with the sensation of orgasm.  My body gave a
last little spasm, almost dislodging his hand, then it was over.  I opened
my eyes and looked down at myself.  The whole seat under my bottom and the
inside of my thighs were wet and glistening with my excretion.  I moaned
again as he slowly withdrew his fingers from inside of me.  On a wicked
impulse, I took hold of his hand and brought it to my mouth, licking my own
juices from his fingers.  He took some tissues from the glove compartment
and I cleaned myself while he watched.

   I adjusted my clothing as he started the car and pulled out into the
street.  I knew I would never need to go back to the park again.  I had a
thousand dollars stashed inside my bag.  It was all my money from the park
in addition to a few dollars I'd saved from birthday's and holiday's.  At
this point I wasn't sure what my plan should be except to go with Ortiz and
see what would happen.

   We drove for a long time, over two hours.  It hadn't occurred to me that
he might live so far away.  We were going to Cleveland.  I was excited,
actually, because I'd never been outside Kent county before.  I said
goodbye to what was familiar to me, the wheat fields and light factories of
my home town, the Cuyahoga river, the shame and pain of losing my
virginity, of losing my child.

   It was dark when we arrived at his house in shaker heights.  The house
was an impressive sight to my young eyes.  A three floored Victorian with
gabled roof, gingerbread trim and round tower rising in front of a small,
neatly trimmed lawn.  So much grander than the dilapidated ranch house
where I'd grown up.  Ortiz pulled the car in under a covered drive.  Once
inside, I found myself staring in wonder at the elaborate woodworking and
tall ceilings.  There were all sorts of carved figures decorating the
doorways and wonderful patterns in tile on the floors.  We were standing in
the formal entryway to the house flanked by doors leading off into the
interior rooms and faced with a grand stairway.  Ortiz explained that the
house had originally belonged to a wealthy family who'd made their money
shipping trade goods across the lake.  I couldn't believe that one person
lived in a house like this.  When I told him that, he got a sad look and
told me that it wasn't the same since his wife had died.  I got the feeling
that there was something else he wanted to tell me.  He seemed nervous, as
though he was expecting something that hadn't happened yet.  Just then, I
heard steps and looked up at the staircase to see a woman walking towards
us.

   My first impression was that this was his wife, that he'd lied to me all
along and I was about to be the cause of a scene.  When I looked more
closely however, I saw that she was too young to be his wife, in fact she
seemed to be closer to my own age.  Ortiz looked at me, than at the person
coming down the stairway, he hesitated for a moment and then said; "Romia,
I want you to meet my daughter, Sally." Sally reached the bottom of the
steps and gave her father a hug.  Stepping back she looked at me with
suspicion.  "Dad, what's going on, who is this?" "Sally, this is romia. 
She will be staying with us and I want you to help her get settled in. 
Romia, this is my daughter, sally."

   I was starting to understand this man's attraction to younger women. 
Sally was a real beauty.  She had long black hair which flowed in waves
over her shoulders and down her back.  Her skin was smooth and pale, which
accentuated the darker tones of her hair and eyes.  She was taller than me,
with a graceful way about her that made me feel awkward.  No doubt they
were very close.  Living with this darkly beautiful daughter, without a
wife, would cause some sexual tension.  Manipulating ortiz into taking me
in was one thing, but I could see that dealing with his daughter was going
to be a different matter.

   Sally's attitude towards me was definitely hostile, but there was
something else to her that I couldn't put my finger on.  Sally acquiesced
to her fathers request and led me up the stairs to a bedroom off the main
hall.  "Your father didn't tell me he had a daughter." "MY father didn't
tell me about you either.  Don't expect to be here long." This was not
going well.  I sat down on the bed, dropping my bag onto the covers. 
"Sally, I'm not your enemy.  Your father, well, he's just trying to be
nice, to help me.  I've had a hard time lately and needed a safe place to
stay.  Your dad was kind enough to take me in.  Surely you know him well
enough to know that side of him?  I'm no threat to you, I promise." She
didn't seem moved.  Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her
expression hadn't softened.  "What kind of a hard time?" I hesitated for a
moment, trying to give the appearance of someone wrestling with a shameful
secret.  "I can't tell you." Sally laughed at that, her anger barely
contained.  "You can't tell me because I'll bet there's nothing to tell. 
My father IS a good man and I won't let you take advantage of him.  I'm
going downstairs right now to tell him to get rid of you." I could see she
was serious.  Ortiz might lust for me but there was no way he would risk
the relationship with his daughter.  I had to act fast.  I slid off the bed
onto my knees.  I wrapped my arms around sally's legs and pressed my face
into the smooth warmth of her thigh.  I thought of my daughter, the little
baby I'd never seen.  Within seconds real tears were streaming down my
face, staining the fabric of her slacks.  "Please, don't do that sally.  I
can't go back out there, I can't.  I'll tell you about my father.  Just
don't make me go." I looked up at her.  She seemed so beautiful standing
above me.  Her stern expression had been replaced with one of concern. 
"Stand up romia, please.  I, I'm sorry." As I sat back down on the bed
sally stepped into the bathroom and returned a moment later with a box of
tissues and a glass of water.  She sat down beside me on the bed.  I
gratefully accepted the water and took a long swallow.  She wiped my cheeks
with a tissue and asked; "Romia, what happened with your father, why can't
you go back?" I took a deep breath and began.  "I grew up downstate, with
my parents.  We never really had much.  My father tried, but the work that
he could get didn't pay much.  Just enough to cover expenses.  My mother
worked too, making car parts on an assembly line.  She always told me to
try and be grateful for what we had.  We were happy in our way.  But then
my mom got sick, the doctor's said it was from asbestos exposure.  This was
back before they knew that the linings on the brake pads were dangerous. 
She died in the hospital when I was twelve.  After that, my dad started
drinking.  He never did it where I could see, but I knew.  When I came home
from school, the house would have that alcohol smell and he would be passed
out in his bed.  His drinking got worse as I got older, and then, he must
have been lonely because he started coming into my room at night.  He
wouldn't have done it if my mom was still around.  I think I must have
reminded him of her.  At first I tried to love him back but, I just
couldn't take it anymore.  I knew it was wrong and that if I stayed he
would maybe hurt me or hurt himself for what he'd done.  So I left.I don't
know if you can understand this, but I still love my father very much.  He
isn't a bad man.  He's just sad and lonely." I looked over at sally to see
what effect my tale had.  She had a strange look on her face, and her
cheeks and neck were flushed.

   "Sally, you don't think I'm bad, do you?  I tried to love him back like
a wife would, but."

   She stood up suddenly, still with that faraway look in her eyes. 
Crossing to the dresser she put down the box of tissues and turned back to
face me.

   "Tell me romia, how did you meet my father?"

   I told her about meeting ortiz in the park, leaving out the parts I knew
would upset her.  I worked on reinforcing her assumptions about her father.
Emphasizing his loneliness, his kindness.  Sally listened patiently then
put her hand on my shoulder in an intimate gesture.

   "I don't think you're bad romia.  I think .I might have done the same
thing if it had happened to me"

   It HADN'T happened to me of course, but I could tell from sally's
response to my story that I'd guessed right about the relationship that
ortiz had with his daughter.  Maybe nothing had happened between them yet,
but all the right emotional conditions were there.  From what I'd learned
it appeared that I might not even need to sleep with ortiz in order to get
what I needed from him.  In fact, if I could work things just right, I
might be able to leave these people better off than before.  It would be
like being a facilitator, helping them to get what they needed but weren't
aware they could provide for each other.  For now, I was safe.  And the
possibilities were more interesting than I'd imagined

   I slept alone that night.  It was strange to be in a different house, in
a different city, so far from my old life.  I wasn't who I had been.  It
was as if leaving my home town had transformed me.  I couldn't believe the
ease with which I'd found myself lying to achieve my goals.  I fell asleep
listening to the unfamiliar sounds as the old house settled around me.

   The next morning I sat through a tense breakfast with ortiz and his
daughter.  I could sense that there were wheels turning in everyone's
heads. Ortiz seemed unsure of how to pursue his relationship with me
without upsetting sally, while at the same time she was clearly affected by
our conversation of the previous evening.  Sally's father didn't know about
my supposed past, of course, he couldn't know as I'd made it up on the spur
of the moment.  He still regarded me as the nubile waif that had fallen
into his lap.  Well, I might be that, but I had plans of my own.  After
sally left for school the two of us had the house to ourselves.  As soon as
his daughter left the house ortiz reached over the kitchen table and handed
me an envelope.

   "I thought you might want some new things.  I want you to take this and
go shopping for whatever you need."

   I took the envelope and put it down on the table without opening it.  It
was a good sign that he'd given me money without my asking for it.  I
decided to take control, to see how far I could push him.

   "What the hell were you doing ortiz?  Do you know how upset your
daughter was that you didn't tell her about me?"

   He seemed shocked by my outburst.

   "I guess, well I wasn't thinking about that.  I thought I could make her
understand.."

   I stood up and walked swiftly around the table.  I brought my hand up
and in a wicked arc brought it across his face.

   " You weren't thinking!  You men.  Damn you.  My father raped me!  Did
you know that?  He couldn't think past his own lust and you're no
different. How could you forget about your own daughter?"

   I stepped back and tore open my shirt so that my breasts were visible.

   " Is this what you want from me?  Is it?"

   He was trembling in his chair, his face turning crimson from the impact
of my hand.

   "I would never have come here if I knew you had a daughter.  Not after
what happened to me.  I thought you were different ortiz, now, I don't
know."

   I could feel myself getting excited.  My nipples were hardening and a
familiar warmth was spreading through my lower body.  It felt good to let
myself feel anger.  Ortiz, for his part, looked like you could knock him
over with a feather.  He didn't know what to do.  His eyes kept focusing on
my naked upper body and there was a pronounced bulge under the line of his
pants, while I'm sure he must have been thinking something along the lines
of `Oh shit!'.  I put my hand onto his face, softly this time.  Caressing
the place I'd just struck.

   "We need to do something for her ortiz.  That poor girl.  I like her,
and.  I believe we could be friends.  But she's terribly upset about what
having me here means for her relationship with you.  The three of us could
be happy.  VERY happy.  But you need to help her adjust."

   As I spoke, I moved my hand down, trailing it over his chest and stomach
until it rested lightly on the fly of his pants.  I began stroking him
through the fabric.  Looking him in the eyes as I did so.  I leaned forward
slightly so that he could take my nipple into his mouth.  I let him suckle
at my breast for a time, feeling a delightful sense of control.  He was my
little baby, and I was going to bring him up right.

   "Ortiz?"

   I pulled myself back, dislodging his mouth from my breast.  A thin trail
of saliva stretched back to my chest as his mouth pulled away.

   "Yes romia."

   "Tonight I want you to let me help you with your daughter.  I know just
what she needs.  I know what you both need.  Will you let me do that?"

   I looked down into his face.  His expression was a combination of
confusion and arousal.

   "Who are you?"

   "I'm just a girl ortiz.  Just a girl."

   I looked down at my torn shirt, the sheen of his saliva coating my
breasts

   "Look at me, I need a new shirt, and a shower.  I'm going to go upstairs
and change.  Why don't you go to your office?  Don't worry about tonight,
I'll take care of everything." I scooped up the envelope from the table and
left him sitting there.  Just a girl!  This was getting to be fun.

   Once upstairs I listened as his car pulled out from the driveway, then
sat down on the bed and opened the envelope.  "Well." I thought, "Now we'll
see how much he values me." Inside the envelope were five crisp hundred
dollar bills.  I have to admit I was a little flattered.  I needed to find
a safe place to put my money in case I had to leave in a hurry.  I showered
and dressed, then called a cab to take me downtown.

   I had no plans to spend the money ortiz had given me.  Instead, I toured
the different boutiques and stores of the downtown shopping district.  It
wasn't too hard to shoplift some new outfits for myself.  I even passed by
the jewelry store that ortiz had told me about.  I noted the displays of
expensive treasures in the windows, while being careful not to be seen from
inside the store.  I did spend a little bit of money on toiletries and a
few other things that were too cheap to risk stealing.

   Cleveland wasn't what I'd expected.  While it was the largest city I'd
ever been to, there was a desperate, rundown quality to it that was all too
clear once you left the city center.  I guessed that the Ohio winters would
be fierce here, with the winds coming in off the lake.  I decided that as
soon as I was done with ortiz and his daughter I would find another, warmer
place.  Before I left the city, I bought a one way train ticket to
Washington D.C.  The ticket was stamped valid for 60 days.  I rented a
locker at the train station and put the ticket and my money inside.  I hid
the key a block from ortiz's house, hanging it from a string which I tied
onto the grate of a sewer intake.

   That afternoon, I prepared for the night to come.  First, I dressed
myself with care.  I put on the new clothes I'd picked up in town.  A pair
of sheer stockings, white, went over my legs, held in place with old
fashioned stays and garters.  Over the leggings, a pair of French cut lace
panties.  For my chest, a demi bra.  The cups lifting my small breasts
while leaving the nipples exposed.  I applied a small amount of lipstick to
my nipples, accentuating their color and shape.  I slipped on a
schoolgirl's plaid skirt and white blouse of a thin, almost transparent
material.  I finished the outfit with a pair of black patent leather shoes.
Not the most practical wardrobe, but if things went well, it would be well
worth what it had cost me to get.  ( which was nothing actually).  I didn't
have any jewelry just yet, so I satisfied myself with a little bit of
perfume which I applied to the undersides of my breasts, the inside of my
thighs, and back of my neck.  Finished, I stepped back and admired myself
in the mirror.  Pleased with the effect, I made a mental note to try this
look again in the future.

   Sally was the first one to come home.  When she saw me she let out a
little exclamation of surprise.  "How pretty you look romia!" I did a
pirouette, my skirt flaring about my hips.  I smiled, noting the way her
eyes were drawn to my legs.  "Thank you sally.  I have something for you to
wear too.  Come upstairs with me" We went up to the bedroom together.  Once
inside, I presented sally with an outfit similar to my own.  It didn't take
much coaxing to get her to try on the clothes.  While I was sure she had
plenty of her own things, no young girl can resist the opportunity to play
dress up with a friend.  I might not have been a friend to her quite yet,
but I was sure that our intimate conversation and this gift were helping to
move things in that direction.  Sally surprised me with the ease with which
she fastened the leggings and garters.  When I asked her about it she
confessed with a fetching shyness that she used to help her mother dress in
similar undergarments and had always longed for a set of her own.  We stood
together in front of the bedroom mirror.  Examining each other, making
comparisons of the differences in our bodies and hair.  Sally's hand was at
my waist, her fingers running over the seam of my skirt.  "You are so
petite, romia.  How old are you?" As she asked me this her fingers had
pushed down the waistband of my skirt slightly exposing the tops of my
panties and baring my lower stomach.  "Fifteen." "Is that all?  I would
have thought you were older.  You have such a lovely small frame, but
there's something about you." I could feel her fingertips making small
circles against my flesh, teasing the slightly rounded bulge of my belly.
"Maybe growing up the way I did changed me.  My childhood ended the first
night I became my father's lover." "Is that how you thought of yourself, as
his lover?" Her fingers stopped their motion, cupping my bare flesh just
above the flat triangle above my sex.  "I don't know, at the time, no I
didn't.  But now, when I think of the things we did together, that's how I
choose to remember it.  It makes things better somehow." "Was it so bad?"
Her fingers were now teasing the top, sparse beginnings of the hairs in my
thatch.  I went on, looking up at her, giving her license to continue with
my eyes as her hand worked over my front.  "At first, I was afraid.  I
didn't know anything about those things.  My father, to his credit, was
always gentle with me, even though he needed to get himself good and drunk
first.  I think we did everything that a man and woman could do together.
Eventually I learned to enjoy what was happening.  It helped me to know
that I was helping him with his loneliness ." "Then why did you leave?"
"Because I had to.  It's hard to explain but, I just had to be somewhere
else, away from all that." Suddenly sally withdrew her hand, tucking the
hem of my shirt back into the top of my skirt.  I don't think she was aware
of how closely I was watching her because she brought her own fingers up to
her face and held them under her nose for a moment.  She then stepped back
from the mirror and sat on the bed.  Sally was fiddling with the hem of her
skirt, her fingers twisting the fabric as though she was nervous, trying to
work up her courage.  "Romia, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Do
you .do you think my father is lonely?  Sometimes I see him just sitting in
the downstairs library, with music playing and I want to just.I.I don't
know." As she asked me this sally blushed deeply.  I don't think she'd ever
come as close to admitting what she wanted to do as she was right now.  "I
think your father is a man who has a lot of love to give to the right
woman. Don't you?" I looked directly into sally's face as I said this.  She
remained silent but her answer was shouting out from behind her eyes. 
Sally leaned over and embraced me.  Her arms were around my shoulders, my
face drawn to nestle into the hollow of her breasts.  "Thank you for the
clothes romia.  I want you to know that I thought about things a lot at
school today.  I'm not upset about you're being here anymore.  We can be
friends if you want to." I snuggled into the warmth of her body.  Things
were coming along nicely.

   Sally wanted to change out of her new clothes, but I convinced her to
wear them as a surprise for her father when he came home.  It wasn't long
before the flash of headlights through the bedroom window signaled ortiz's
return from the jewelry store.  Sally and I stayed upstairs.  I told her to
wait until he settled In, then we would go down and surprise her father
with our matching outfits.  I could tell that she was nervous, perhaps
suspecting what was going to happen.  Her eyes had a bright look to them
and her breath was coming a little quickly.  To tell you the truth, I was
getting worked up myself.  The thought of being able to put these two
together, combined with the risk of something going wrong, was
exhilarating. After a few minutes, we heard ortiz call out from the base of
the steps.  I put my finger to my lips, motioning for sally to be quiet. 
"I'll go down first, wait until I call for you." I left the bedroom,
closing the door behind me.  Walking down the steps I kept my eyes on
ortiz, carefully watching his expression.  He was definitely impressed with
my outfit.  I exaggerated my steps so that the pleats of my skirt moved
provocatively about my thighs.  When I reached the bottom of the stairs I
leaned over and planted a kiss on his mouth.  "Sally's upstairs.  We had a
long talk after she came home from school.  She's still a little put out by
all this and wants reassurance from you.  I think the best thing for you to
do is to show her that she's still your daughter, that you still think of
her as coming first." "What do you suggest?" "She told me that you
sometimes sit in the library listening to music.  I think you should go in
and sit down listening to something you enjoy.  I'll come in with her in a
few minutes.  When I do, I want you to follow my lead, no matter what
happens.  Do you understand?" "Romia, what are you going to do?" "We all
need a chance to talk this through together.  I realize you don't know me
that well but, if you agree to this, I promise you that after tonight, you
won't need to worry about hurting your daughter.  Otherwise, it might be
better for everyone if I left." I held my breath, knowing that everything
relied on what ortiz said next.  "All right romia.  I don't want you to
leave, and I love my daughter.  I'll wait for you in the library."

   I practically ran back up the steps, so eager I was to complete what
would be the final act of this little play.  When I entered the bedroom I
found sally on the bed watching me come in with her eyes bright.  "What's
going on?" I took her hand in mine and leaned in close so that I could
whisper to her.  "It's time sally, you've waited long enough." My mouth was
only a few inches from her ear and as she turned to look back at me I
pushed my face to hers and slipped my tongue into her mouth.  The kiss was
wet, and soft.  A kiss of the kind that only two young girls can share. 
When it was finished I could see that she wanted more, her chest rose and
fell rapidly and her nipples were erect.  She was ready for anything.  We
walked down the stairs together, I was very satisfied with the look on
sally's face when she heard the familiar sad music coming from the
downstairs library.  She was in a sort of erotic trance state.  Excited and
driven with the unreality of what she knew must happen.  Her own want was
leading her like a pied piper through the doorway of the library, to where
her father sat, as yet unaware of what would happen.  When we walked
through the doors to the library I could see ortiz sitting in his favorite
chair, smoking a cigar.  This surprised m a little as I wasn't aware that
he smoked.  He looked up without rising and I could see his eyes widen as
he took in the sight in front of him.  Sally and I were dressed almost
exactly alike, with our outfits designed to appear both demure and
revealing at the same time.  As we came closer to him I was very pleased to
see that he appeared to be ignoring me completely his eyes drawn to sweep
over his daughter's body.  traveling from her shoes up her legs and thighs
and over the hem of her skirt and top.  I motioned for sally to sit across
from her father.  As she sat down her skirt rode up to settle just above
her knees, the outline of her breasts rising with every breath and her
nipples poking through the thin material of her top.  Sally kept her gaze
downcast occasionally peeking up through her lashes at her fathers face for
a moment before dropping her eyes again.  "Ortiz?  Ortiz!!" I had to repeat
myself to get him to tear his attention away from his daughter.  "Sally
loves you very much.  You know that don't you?" "Yes of course I do, sally
I'm sorry if bringing romia here has upset you.  I never meant to cause you
to worry.  You should know that you will always come first with me, you
were always first in my heart." Sally was blushing, rocking a bit where she
sat still not looking at her father.  I leaned in close to her on the sofa,
and kissed her on the cheek.  I put my hand on her shoulder and kept it
there moving it slowly over the fabric of her shirt as I spoke.  "You see,
sally your father loves you, he needs you." I moved my hand lower and began
to open the buttons on her blouse.  "Show your father that you love him
back sally, go on, love him back." The panels of her blouse were open,
revealing the pert upthrusting mounds of her breasts.  Her nipples quivered
at their tips, reddened with lipstick.  I stole a glance at ortiz.  His fly
bulged and he seemed to be having trouble breathing steadily.  Without a
word, sally stood from where she sat and walked to her father's chair on
trembling legs.  She collapsed onto his lap, her short skirt rising up her
thighs and her mouth found his.  I stepped over beside them, a heady rush
of triumph filled my senses.  I put my hands on the backs of their heads
stroking them together softly as they kissed.  "Yes, sally, love him back,
love him as a wife would, he's a lonely man who needs you sally, your
father needs you." Ortiz's hand was on his daughters breast cupping the
round fullness of her mound.  She was still locked in a wet embrace,
hunching her hips over the protrusion at his groin.  Her legs slipped
wider, straddling her father and I stepped back for a better view.  Fabric
tore, the rasp of a zipper followed and within moments, the two were
groaning with pleasure as ortiz entered his daughter for the first time.

   This was like nothing I'd seen before.  Sally sat straddling her
father's waist her shirt opened fully, her hair falling over her face.  I
watched as she worked her bottom in a frantic rhythm, her hips rising and
falling, impaling herself on her father, making little noises as she rode
him.  I could see the junction of their two bodies revealed for a moment by
the rising of her skirt with each upward thrust of her hips.  Her panties
were torn to one side and hung obscenely, caught in the fabric of one
stocking halfway down her thigh.  It was a delicious scene, and I would
always remember it, but there was something I had to do.  As the two of
them pounded away at each other, releasing years of pent up lust and
longing, I left the room as quietly as I could.  I made my way upstairs, to
ortiz's bedroom, looking for what I knew must be somewhere inside.  After a
few minutes of searching, I found it.  A black bag, about the size of a
briefcase, but wider.  The bag had a delightful weight in my hand as I
lifted it.  I put the bag on his bed and opened the hinged lid.  Inside
were a series of trays glittering in the twilight with the shine from
dozens of rings.  I lifted the top trays and looked down at a treasure
trove of gold chains.  My head swam.  Diamonds, rubies a myriad of stones
set into the various pieces filled my eyes.  This was his jeweler's case
filled with thousands of dollars worth of stock.  I stood still, listening
for a moment, I could hear a wet, slapping sound and a series of grunts and
cries from downstairs.  "Daddy, daddy, yes, daddy." WELL, sally certainly
was taking to her new place in the family.  I put the trays back into the
case and closed the lid.  I quickly went into my bedroom and opened up my
backpack.  The case fit inside, barely leaving enough room for a few pieces
of clothing.  I would have to leave behind most of what I'd taken from
home, along with what I'd stolen downtown to make room for the case, but
that seemed like a fair trade to me.  I quickly changed into more practical
clothing, leaving the outfit that had worked so well for me in a pile on
the floor.  With my heart in my throat I crept down the stairs.  I had to
pass the open doorway to the library on my way out and the risk of
discovery was greatest at this moment.  I shouldn't have worried.  As I
passed the library I could see ortiz's naked back heaving with mighty
thrusts as he drove his prick home into his daughter.  His bottom was
flexing and her legs were up around his shoulders, lurching with every
stroke.  You could have dropped the rest of the house around them and they
would scarcely have noticed.  I would have liked to stay and watch, but I
had a train to catch.  With my pack on my shoulders, I walked to where I
had hidden the locker key earlier.  Pulling the string up from the grate I
put the key in my pocket and hailed a cab.  Within an hour, I was on a
train headed east.  My bag full of treasure.  My head full of
possibilities.
   END OF CHAPTER ONE !!!!