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Thanksgiving
by Dudester (hawkjet@hotmail.com)

***

During a truly horrible Thanksgiving, a young teenage 
girl wishes for a knight in shining armor to save her. 
One comes to her rescue, but what happens after catches 
both of them by surprise. BTW, although there is sex in 
this story, it's much more of a romance story intended 
for the lonely hearts out there. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, 
rom)

***

A bell rang and a gong sounded that woke Joe from his 
sleep. Automatically, he sat upright, shifted to his 
right, inserting his feet into his boots. He then 
reached down, pulling up his pants from where they were 
bunched up around his boots. Like the other 
firefighters in the dorm, he then shuffled towards the 
truck bay as he shook off the sleep from his eyes. 

A moment later, he was on the truck, putting on his 
jacket and hood. As the truck screamed down the 
streets, he had heard they were responding to a house 
fire, with possible trapped victims. He checked his air 
pack, which read "full charge".  

A moment later, the truck stopped. At the behest of the 
first arriving truck Captain, their truck hooked up to 
a fire hydrant down the block from the fire. With two 
lines hooked up, they roared down the street and 
stopped in front of the blazing house. While Chuck and 
Steven hooked up the hose connections, Joe pulled on 
his airpack, slipped on his face mask, and put on his 
helmet. His Captain had already told Joe to join 
another firefighter from the first truck in a search of 
the blazing house.

Joe looked at the house. It was a large wooden two 
story Victorian era house, the top floor of which was 
fully involved. The other firefighter waved at Joe from 
a location near the front door. Joe headed over and the 
two men quickly set a plan for their search. 

After kicking the front door in, they observed a 
hallway going down past the central staircase. First, 
they found a closet. After finding no one inside, they 
quickly moved on. The next room they found was the 
kitchen. The kitchen was very full of smoke. The other 
firefighter used an infra red scanner to look for 
bodies. After a long moment, there was no success, so 
they moved on. Adjacent to the kitchen, they found a 
small bedroom. 

The bed looked like someone had been in it, and had 
hurriedly jumped out. The infra red scanner was again 
used. There was a reading behind a door. Joe opened the 
door to reveal a closet. A small girl, in pajamas, was 
lying on the floor of the closet. Barely conscious, the 
girl looked up and made eye contact with Joe. Joe acted 
quickly, pulling a blanket from the bed and using it to 
wrap the girl. He lifted the girl, whom he guessed to 
be seven or eight, from the bed and headed outside with 
her.

He took the girl directly to the truck cab. The Captain 
had seen Joe carry the girl and was already calling for 
a medic unit. Joe placed the girl in the truck cab and 
took off his face mask and placing it on the girl. 
Almost instantly, she started coughing. Joe held the 
mask on her, monitoring her breathing. 

A long moment later, the medical unit arrived. Joe 
picked up the girl and took her directly to the 
Ambulance. The medic crew took over treatment, giving 
the girl oxygen and monitoring her vital signs. Joe 
headed back to the house, found the firefighter he went 
into the house with, and inquired about any other 
survivors. The other firefighter shook his head. Joe 
looked up at the house and saw that the second story 
had collapsed into the first. Joe headed back to the 
truck. In a cargo compartment, in a wheel well, was a 
bag of teddy bears. Joe took one of the teddy bears out 
of the bag and headed to the Ambulance. 

The girl was sitting upright in a stretcher. She had an 
oxygen mask on her face. Joe gave her the teddy bear, 
which she instantly hugged to her chest. Joe smiled in 
a heroic effort to keep from crying. He knew the girl 
had lost family members in the fire and that she was 
now going to have a much more difficult life. It had 
been a heaviness in Joe's heart that he never had a 
child. He briefly remembered when he had applied for, 
and been turned down for, being an adoptive parent. The 
ache had faded, but remained. Being the professional 
that he was, he shook it off and walked away from the 
Ambulance and found a hose crew that needed help. 

It was just past two in the morning when the truck got 
back to the station. After a little post call cleanup, 
Joe was able to climb into bed for a nap before shift 
change. He had a big day ahead of him, and being 
somewhat sleep deprived wouldn't help.   

***

Julie stirred from the bliss of slumber. The sunlight 
was already filtering in through the flimsy curtains in 
her room. She remembered that it was Thanksgiving 
because she didn't have to go to school today. She 
thought of the other kids in school and the type of 
Thanksgiving they would have. She knew her holiday 
wasn't going to be so great. 

Two months before, Julie's mom had let her new 
boyfriend move in. The man didn't care much for Julie, 
and it seemed his main purpose in the house was to get 
Julie's mom to drink, get drunk, and have sex. It is 
said that two is company, three is a crowd, and Julie 
was very much iced out. Her relationship with her 
mother hadn't been great to start with.  Since the 
divorce between her parents, Julie's mom had been pre-
occupied with work, and her own social life, leaving 
little time for Julie. Julie considered the day before 
her, and she decided that it would just be best to get 
out of the house, so she got up from bed and got 
dressed. 

After she was dressed, Julie quickly and quietly 
slipped into the kitchen. She looked in the 
refrigerator, and didn't see anything except 
condiments, a small block of cheese, half a case of 
beer, and half a loaf of bread. Julie moved quickly, 
cutting a few slices of cheese and placing them on the 
bread. She wrapped the sandwich in plastic, slipped it 
in her jacket pocket and headed for the door. She had 
only made it a few steps when her mom and Jughead 
appeared. 

Julie could tell that the two adults had already been 
drinking. Julie winced when she saw them.

"Where you going honey?" her mom asked.

"Out" Julie replied.

"When you gonna be back?"

Julie shrugged her shoulders and headed for the door.

"Answer your mother" Jughead demanded. 

"I don't know when I'll be back, can I go now?"

"Let her go" her mom said.

"Thank you" Julie whispered under her breath as she 
opened the door. 

Julie headed out into the cold. Smithville was a small 
town anyway, and on a holiday there wouldn't be 
anything to do. Julie just decided to go window 
shopping along Main Street. That could keep her busy 
for a while.

***

Joe had consumed a lot of coffee since shift change at 
the station. He had promised a sister that he would go 
to the house of some distant relatives, two hours drive 
away. He had never met the relatives, and he wasn't 
crazy about the whole setup. His sister was forever 
setting up this kind of thing. She was great with 
people, and he never was. It bothered him that she had 
set up this kind of thing and he didn't look forward to 
faking being interested in these people. He saw the 
highway exit he needed, so he took it.

***

The sandwich had long since been gone and Julie was 
still hungry. The morning's cold bit at her wrists as 
she kept her hands in her pockets. The cold also seeped 
through her jeans and stung her legs. Julie looked at 
the window display, trying to concentrate on each part 
of the display so as to ignore the gnawing hunger and 
freezing cold. 

It was a terrible way for a thirteen year old to spend 
a holiday. She cursed that she still had five years 
until adulthood. Another five years until she could 
escape that home that had had become prison like. She 
yearned for freedom. She knew that just running away 
wouldn't help. Her father had been uncommunicative for 
two years now. Julie's mom hadn't requested child 
support, and thus, her father had no visitation rights. 
He had lost interest in his own daughter, and that hurt 
Julie. Why couldn't he be like a knight in shining 
armor and rescue her from the hell she was in?

***

Joe was lost. He looked again at the map quest printout 
and nothing made sense. His destination was Willowbend 
Court, but he was now at the intersection of Willowbend 
and Main, and the addresses just didn't make sense. 
While he tried to figure it out, movement to his left 
caught his eye.

The car pulled up next to a girl on a sidewalk and an 
animated conversation seemed to be going on between the 
girl and someone in the car. Suddenly a man bolted from 
the car as the girl ran. He quickly caught the girl and 
started slapping her silly. Joe floored his car and 
pulled up right in front of the man's car. Joe leaped 
out of his car and ordered the man to back away from 
the girl. 

"What are you, the cops or something?"

"Something" Joe replied, "now let her go."

"Fuck you!!" the man said, appearing to try to drag the 
girl by the hair to his car. 

Something snapped in Joe and he stepped over and 
punched the man dead in his face. The man fell to the 
sidewalk, releasing the girl. Joe looked down at the 
girl, whose face was red from the violence and she was 
at a full cry. Joe looked over at the man: "Are you her 
father?"

"NO, HE'S NOT!!" the girl screamed.

"What's your connection to the girl?" Joe asked.

"Her mother wants her home" the man replied.

Joe could smell alcohol from the man, who had risen to 
a crouching position. Joe saw the man lunge and he 
quickly took both evasive and defensive action. He 
punched the man in the head as he wheeled back, and 
then landed five more punches to the man's face before 
the man collapsed in front of his car. 

"What's going on here?" Joe asked.

"He's my mom's boyfriend. He wants me to come home to 
cook for them because they're too drunk to cook 
themselves."

"Does he always hit you like that?"

"No, he's slapped me on the butt a couple of times, but 
that's the first time he's hit me."

"Where's your dad?"

"I don't know."

"What's your name?"

"Julie."

"Julie, where's the Police Station in this town?"

"It's up Main Street and two blocks over once you get 
to Elm."

"Come with me. I don't want to leave you here when he 
wakes up."

Joe loaded Julie in his car and drove her to the Police 
Station. There Joe found a Police Sergeant and a female 
dispatcher. He told his story and had Julie fill in the 
blanks. A Police Officer brought Jughead to the Police 
Station. Eventually, Julie's mom was brought to the 
station. The Sergeant talked to the adults in the 
situation, and then he sat Julie down and talked to 
her. He asked her where she wanted to go.

"I don't want to go home with them."

The Sergeant pursed his lips and walked out of the 
room, leaving Julie alone. He then found Joe and sat 
him down.

"I know this man" the Sergeant explained. "He's a local 
drunk, who somehow keeps a job. He usually moves in 
with some woman and they fight a lot. It looks like 
history is repeating itself. The girl doesn't want to 
go home. I usually wouldn't make this request, but 
you're a firefighter. I think I can trust you. And I 
only make this request because I know the local social 
worker would have the girl placed by herself in a room 
at the local hospital. How would you feel about taking 
the girl for the weekend?"

"Weekend?"

I don't know what kind of plans you have, but could you 
do it, bring her back, say, Tuesday. Give me a chance 
to better look at this?"

"Uh, I guess."

"Let me talk to the girl."

A moment later, the Sergeant brought Julie into the 
room where Joe waited. Joe stood up. 

"Are you okay?" Joe asked.

"I guess." she answered.

"You okay with spending the weekend with me?"

Julie shrugged her shoulders. Joe led her from the room 
and the Police station. After they got in his car, he 
handed her the map quest printout and told her she 
could help him find the address he was looking for. She 
stared at the map for a long moment. 

"Oh, here's your problem. Willowbend Court isn't on the 
map" she said.

"What?" he asked.

"They built a new subdivision on the west end of town. 
It's not even on the map. I'll show you how to get 
there. Take Main street to Coal-that way" she said, 
pointing away from the Police station. 

Joe followed her directions. Ten minutes later, they 
pulled up in front of the address he needed. They got 
out of the car and found a note on the door. The note 
said an emergency had come up and there was an apology 
because they didn't know how to contact him.  

"Well, that screws my day" Joe said.

Julie looked at him with confusion. He continued: "I 
really don't know these people, they're my second 
cousins, or something like that. I came here because a 
sister thought it would be a brilliant idea for me to 
meet them, and hang out with them. Are you hungry?"

"Starved."

"My place is a couple of hours away. I got turkey and 
fixins. Think you can hang in there that long?"

"Sure" she said with a smile.

It was quiet in the car until they were back on the 
highway.

"So, where's your wife?" Julie asked.

"My what?"

"Your wife. You're wearing a ring."

"Oh that," he answered, "I'm a confirmed bachelor."

"A what?" she asked.

"Well, you see, eighty percent of men who are confirmed 
bachelors are guys who take really great vacations, and 
they don't have time for relationships. The other 
twenty percent are guys who have known love, and have 
given up on ever finding it again."

"So, which one are you?"

Joe smiled. "Which one do you think?"

"You take really great vacations?"

Joe sighed, and then gave her a nutshell description of 
his disastrous love life. 

"So, you shouldn't give up. There could be someone out 
there for you."

"You don't understand, it's too hard, it just hurts too 
much. It's okay though, my only regret is that I never 
had a child. I had a friend named Sandra once. We had 
been friends for years. I thought I could trust her. I 
asked her to have a child for me. She basically laughed 
at me. If she had really been a friend... our child 
would be about your age about now."

He looked over at her and made eye contact. Julie 
blushed, and a feeling she had never felt before swept 
through her. She looked at the floor and was quiet for 
several minutes before she asked about his job. This 
changed the atmosphere in the car and lifted the 
emotional level from somewhat heavy to light and fun. 
Joe talked about the job, his co-workers and the 
trucks. Julie was interested and the conversation 
lasted until just before he got home.

Once inside the house, the couple went right to the 
kitchen. Joe had Julie cut up the salad while he put 
together the rest of the dinner-dessert included. In 
half an hour they set down to a feast where Julie 
stuffed herself like she hadn't in years.  

After dinner, they went into the living room where Joe 
had Julie pick a movie from his library. Julie was 
intrigued by his recent addition-"The Last Mimzy". She 
watched the movie with total attention and towards the 
end of the movie, where the little girl started crying, 
Julie became misty eyed. At movie's end, she stood and 
put her hands on her heart. With a smile, she looked at 
Joe.

"What?" he asked.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?"

"This morning, well my day was going to suck, but you 
made my day great. Thank you so much."

"You're more than welcome. Thank you for spending the 
day with me. I thought my day was going to suck too. 
Hey, we better get your room ready, come on."

He led her into a room that obviously hadn't been used 
in a while. There was a single bed in the room. He 
pulled plastic off of the bed. When he placed it in the 
closet, he took out sheets and blankets from the same 
closet. The couple then made the bed together. When 
they finished that, he took her to the bathroom and 
started putting together toiletries for her. When he 
pulled out a toothbrush he started telling her that it 
from his travel kit, then he got an idea.

He took her into his room and fired up the computer. He 
brought up a website for an airline. "Where would you 
like to travel?" he asked. 

They started talking about possible destinations and 
ended up settling on San Francisco. Joe picked a time 
and airport, and then put in his credit card 
information. Julie was excited, she had only traveled 
once, and that only a few hours from home to see a 
cousin. This was going to be her first airplane trip. 
With the trip confirmed, Joe picked out a large T shirt 
for her to use as a night shirt and they made plans to 
stop at a Wal-Mart on the way to the airport to get 
clothes for her. 

The next morning was a mad dash and they were in San 
Francisco by early afternoon. After checking into a 
hotel, they went to the waterfront. After looking at 
several options, they decided on a trip to Alcatraz. 
The boat trip was colder than they thought and he 
hugged her from behind to conserve body heat. Minutes 
after being on the island, they found a tour guide. 
Julie drank in the history around her and thoroughly 
enjoyed herself. 

Back in the city, the couple found their way to 
Ghirardelli square. Joe was contemplating dinner when 
the unexpected happened. A trio of people stopped in 
front of Joe and there was an awkward exchange of looks 
before a female in the trio asked: "Joe, Joe Halder? 
It's Kris!!"

Joe looked and his mind jumped back twenty years. 
Memories of a rock band twenty years earlier washed 
through his mind. Joe suddenly recognized the trio as 
Kristen, Randy, and another guy whose name was also 
Randy, but his nickname was "Beeker" due to his 
resemblance to a Muppet of the same name. He remembered 
that the time in the group had been acrimonious with 
lots of arguing. Joe was surprised to see the trio 
together.

"Hey," Joe replied, "what are you guys doing together, 
here?"

"We have a gig," Randy replied.

"A gig?" Joe asked, totally surprised.

"The economy tanked in our area, so I called Kris and, 
she called everyone. We got back together, and we're on 
tour," he explained.

"I tried finding you" Kris added, "but no one had a 
current address on you. I tried googling you, but that 
was a needle in a haystack. We got a drummer, but he's 
not you. Heidi has been doing most of the singing."

"Heidi, where is she?"

"Visiting her sister in Marin," Kris answered. "She'll 
be glad to see you. Hey, why don't you play with us 
tonight?"

"Yeah!" both of the Randys chimed in. Julie looked at 
Joe with a surprised expectation. 

"I seem to remember a lot of arguing. Besides, don't 
you already have a drummer?"

"He picked up a groupie in L.A. He'd appreciate a night 
off, to..." Randy said.

"And as far as the arguing thing" Kris added, "we were 
kids then. We're adults now. If we argue, well, it's 
expensive. This is about the money. I think you'll 
recognize the songs. We still play Led Zep, RUSH, and 
Triumph-by the way, you were right about that. Why 
don't you play with us?"

Joe looked at Julie. Joe pulled Julie to his side. 
"Everyone, I want you to meet Julie. Julie is kind of 
on loan to me. They're trying me out as a foster father 
of sorts. Julie, this is Kris-she plays keyboards, and 
this is Randy and Beeker. They are great guitarists. 
Twenty years ago, we were really something. For a few 
months, we played to packed houses, but..."

"But we argued a lot," Kris continued, "Joe was a great 
drummer. He sang most of our songs. He got us our first 
few gigs. Without him.., come on Joe, Play with us."

"Yeah Joe," Julie chimed in.

"Three hours later, the group was onstage. Joe sat 
behind the drums. Bass guitarist Heidi opened the show 
with a trio of Pat Benatar songs, and then she 
introduced Joe to the audience. As Beeker sounded out 
the first notes of Stairway to Heaven on a twelve 
string guitar, Kris added color with her synthesizer. 

Joe came in singing the lyrics while Julie stood to his 
right behind a microphone. Not familiar with the songs, 
she jumped in on refrains. The power of the song, as 
well as others to follow, caught Julie by surprise. The 
effect was intoxicating. Julie often rocked to the 
music, and sometimes danced. At the ninety minute mark, 
the group finished their set and dashed offstage for a 
quick break. 

The crowd screamed for an encore and the group obliged. 
After the second song though, the group ran out of 
rehearsed songs and for another hour the group engaged 
in what was essentially a jam session. The truth of the 
group's musical chemistry came out as the songs played 
were seamless and looked well rehearsed. Finally, the 
group closed with "Keep on Rockin in the Free World".

The group told the audience "Good Night," took their 
final bows, and headed offstage. Tired, but jubilant, 
the group shared hugs and were complimentary of both 
Julie and Joe. Joe gave in and agreed to play with the 
group in their next gig, the next night in Monterrey.

That night in the hotel, after the couple showered, 
Julie lay next to Joe in his bed. Julie took his left 
hand, and holding it in hers, she rubbed his hand 
affectionately. Like the night before, she thanked him 
for the day. Humbly, Joe told her that he was enjoying 
her company and thanked her for being on the trip with 
him. 

"Joe, you should join the group on the tour" she told 
him.

"I know it's a lot of fun" he replied, "but..."

Julie looked up at him. "You've been making me think 
about being a parent," he continued. "Someone like you 
needs a stable home. When we get back I'm going to talk 
to that Police Sergeant and see about being a foster 
parent. I might get lucky and get to adopt you someday, 
or some other kid. They'll only take me serious if I 
have a stable job and home. Living on the road won't 
let that happen."

Julie kissed his hand, and then looked up at Joe. Lost 
in the moment, he leaned forward and shared a long kiss 
with her. He felt a stirring in his loins and pulled 
back from her. Julie looked at him with curiosity. He 
pulled back the covers and climbed under.

"Good night," he dismissively said.

Julie picked up on the clue and retreated to her own 
bed. 

The next day they took the harbor tour and saw the 
Golden Gate Bridge. In mid afternoon they lit out for 
Monterrey, seeing the sights along the way. That 
night's concert wasn't the event that the prior night's 
concert was. Still, a large time was had by all. 

Midday, the next day, Julie and Joe were on a flight 
home. That evening they settled in from the trip, 
washing clothes and relaxing. The next morning, Joe 
took Julie out on a day out on the town. They went to 
an upscale mall, had lunch in a steakhouse, and took an 
afternoon walk in a nature preserve. 

That evening, after dinner, Julie followed Joe into his 
bedroom. Joe saw a look in her eyes he hadn't seen 
before.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

Julie took his hand and had him sit on the edge of the 
bed. Julie was looking at him with a look of fear and 
apprehension. She was clearly very nervous. 

"Is something wrong?" he repeated.

Julie took his hand and kissed it. "Joe, I need you to 
love me."

"I do. I'll always love you. Nothing you say or do will 
change that."

A tear trickled down her cheek. She kissed his hand 
again. He pulled her close and hugged her. 

"Hey" he whispered, "It's alright."

Julie looked him in the eye, and then placed his hand 
on one of her small breasts.

"Julie," he whispered.

"I know you've given me a lot, so much. Please give me 
this one last thing."

"Julie, I could go to jail."

"Only if I tell someone. I won't tell anyone, I 
promise. Please love me."

He looked in her eyes and a thousand emotions washed 
through him. He had once considered something illicit 
like this, but worried that the girl would tell 
someone, but this girl was different, this time was 
different. He placed his hand behind her neck and 
pulled her face to his. They shared a smoldering kiss. 
Her hands caressed his shoulder blades. He reached down 
and found the bottom of her shirt. He pulled up on the 
shirt. She raised her arms up to help him take the 
shirt off. He laid the shirt next to her and looked at 
her. 

She had small breast mounds topped with small light tan 
nipples. He leaned in and started kissing her neck. He 
laid her back and worked down to her breast buds. While 
he suckled on her, his hands found her belt buckle and 
opened it, then her pants. He slid her pants off, and 
then found the waistband of her panties. As he slid her 
panties off, he could see that she was growing a dozen 
hairs in her pubic area. 

He lowered his head between her legs and tasted her 
sex. Julie let out a loud moan and exhaled noisily. He 
tongued her slit, paying attention to her clit and 
vagina. Julie's breathing became more intense. He 
inserted a finger in her. She arched her back and 
moaned loudly again. He started poking her with his 
finger. She suddenly let out a scream and bucked on the 
bed. He pulled back for a moment and started 
undressing. Julie looked up and smiled, "that was 
great" she said.

He smiled back at her. She watched him undress, 
marveling when she saw his erect dick. She had heard 
girls talk about "it" at school. This was the first 
penis she had seen outside of a sex education class in 
school. 

He walked over to a nightstand and opened the drawer. 
He took a condom out, opening the wrapper. He took the 
condom out of the wrapper and tried to put it on. 
Having a little difficulty, he had an idea and asked 
"Wanna do the honors?"

She crawled over to the edge of the bed. She took the 
condom and sat on the edge of the bed. She put the 
condom on, carefully unrolling it the length of his 
dick. She kissed the tip of his dick, then eased back 
onto the bed. He followed her onto the bed. He began 
kissing her, easing his mid section on top of hers. He 
rubbed his dick against her pubic mound. Julie mewed 
and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her breathing 
became rapid again and Joe felt his arousal building. 
He stopped kissing her and started lining himself up. 

Her vagina was small and it wasn't easy getting his 
dick to enter her. She tried pushing with her hips. It 
took several minutes, but he finally got the head of 
dick in her. Julie gasped. He gave her a moment to get 
used to his girth, then he pushed in another inch. She 
gasped and winced.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she whispered.

He pushed another inch and paused again. She was 
wincing, but the three inches were all he needed to 
work with. He started pumping her pussy, using just the 
three inches. She continued to wince but he could see 
in her facial expression that it wasn't just pain she 
was experiencing. 

He made sure to be gentle and he took his time. Her 
breathing was rapid and she had closed her eyes. He 
felt his arousal building and he increased his tempo. 
Suddenly he began shooting his load, emptying it into 
the condom. 

He withdrew from her with a pop. He collapsed next to 
her and let his breathing return to normal. She cuddled 
up next to him, draping a leg over him. Gently, she 
traced her fingers over his face. 

"You okay?" he asked.

"It hurts a little, but I'm fine."

After a few minutes he slipped the condom off and 
pulled back the covers. They climbed in together and 
cuddled. After a little while, they fell into the peace 
of slumber. 

In the morning, Julie moved slowly, reluctantly. It was 
time to go home and she didn't want to go. The past 
four days had been the best days of her life. She was 
afraid of retaliation from her mom's boyfriend. She was 
afraid of ugliness from her mother. Everything about 
going home was going to be unpleasant. While packing 
the items Joe bought her, she sobbed. Joe saw her in 
pain and it made him hurt. He knew he had to get her 
back to Smithville, so he eased her out of the house. 
In the driveway she stopped and started at a full cry.

"Joe, no, please no."

"Kiddo, I'm so sorry, we have to do this."

When her crying had eased, he continued "We have to go 
back. We can't be fugitives. I'm not going to just drop 
you and forget you. I'll visit you every chance I get. 
If I could get you away from your mom...I wish I knew a 
way."

They hugged and shared a long kiss. He picked up her 
bag and got her in the car. The drive back to 
Smithville was quiet, save for a few crying jags that 
Julie had. When they reached the Smithville Police 
Department, they went in reluctantly and from the 
receptionist's reaction, were clearly anticipated.

A moment later, the Sergeant appeared and ushered them 
back to his office. He left them alone for a few 
minutes, saying he had to get something. Joe got a 
little nervous, considering what had happened the night 
before. When the Sergeant reappeared, he had a woman 
with him, whom he introduced as Social Worker Karen 
Coleman. The Sergeant had everybody sit, then he said: 
"We have news."

He paused a few seconds, then continued: "On Sunday 
night, Julie's mom and her boyfriend were arrested. 
They were driving drunk and resisted arrest. During a 
search of the car we found pot. We also found items 
belonging to his employer. When we checked, we found 
they had broken into his employer's business. They're 
going away for awhile. That means that Julie needs to 
be placed."

He gestured to Karen, clearly giving her the floor.

"During the past few days, I did some checking. Mister 
Halder, I checked your records and I must say, it's 
impressive. Normally, in Julie's case, we'd place her 
in a foster home, but right now all the county homes 
are full. In this case I'm authorized to use emergency 
placement. Mister Halder, how would you feel about 
taking Julie on a provisional basis?"

Julie looked at Joe with happiness and surprise. Joe 
sensed an uncertainty in her last words and sought a 
clarification: "Can you define provisional?" he asked.

"Provisional" she explained, "will be three to four 
months, but you'll have to check in with me every 
month."

"How about if things are going well with us? Can we go 
beyond the provisional period?"

She thought for a moment, then pulled some papers out 
of her briefcase. "Fill these out" she answered. "It's 
a foster parent application. I already have your 
background, so if you bring this next month, I can 
expedite the process. I don't anticipate any problems 
with the local judge, especially considering your 
background."

Joe took the application. 

"Any other questions?" Karen asked.

Joe shook his head. 

"So, I guess we're done here," the Sergeant chimed in. 

The meeting broke up and Joe Led Julie out of the 
building. He could tell she was about to explode with 
enthusiasm. After he placed her in the car he leaned in 
and warned her: "Be cool until we're clear of here. 
We're close and don't want to blow it now, okay?"

When he got in the car, he had her give directions to 
her house so she could get her things. A minute into 
the drive she asked: "Hey Joe?"

"Yeah?" he replied.

"Since we're going to my place, can you do me a favor 
when we get there?"

"Sure."

"Remember what we did last night?"

"Yeah."

"Let's do it on my mom's bed."

"I don't know, your mom's boyfriend is disgusting. How 
about if we do it on your bed and leave the door open?"

"Okay," she replied with a smile. 

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EPILOGUE 

For thousands of years men married girls aged twelve to 
fifteen. This was necessary because child birth is 
traumatic to the body and young teens bounce back 
quickly from traumatic injuries. It was the explosion 
of child pornography in the late 1970's that caused a 
change in the culture. Child advocates suddenly 
appeared, causing a sea change in laws. Almost 
overnight, the admirer of young flesh became the 
boogeyman. 

Lately men have been punished for doing what they have 
been doing for thousands of years. Overlooked in all of 
this is not only nature, but also the true feelings of 
the girls for whom these laws were created. What 
started me thinking this was an interview I saw in the 
paper in 2001. A local high school had been the 
National Champion of the Academic Decathlon for two 
years running. Naturally, the five girls on the team 
finished at the top of their graduating class. In the 
interview, four of the five girls on the team said they 
weren't looking forward to working for the next thirty 
to forty years. 

Yes, the feminist revolution is rejected by some 
females, and not just those who drop out of school and 
live in trailer parks, but also those from upper middle 
class homes with bright futures. It is because of this, 
and a belief in young passionate females that I write 
these kinds of stories. When I was in High School, I 
found out that I wasn't just competing with other High 
School guys for female attention, I was also competing 
with affluent grown males who were marrying underage 
girls left and right. I saw girls as young as twelve 
marry grown men. 

A history teacher once told me that the pendulum swings 
back and forth on cultural changes. A conservative 
society evolves into a liberal society, then eventually 
back to a conservative society. In the 1970's children 
were considered property in some jurisdictions. The 
outlawing of child pornography, and the Traci Lords 
pornography scandal in 1985 caused a passage of laws 
that not only protected, but empowered children. 

Children deserve protection, but they also deserve the 
chance to follow their hearts and feelings. The 
puritanical zeal to punish "offenders" who hurt 
children, has also punished parents who have taken 
innocent pictures of their children in the bathtub. 
These parents have been separated from their children 
and labeled sex offenders. Some parents have been 
forced to live in other countries to avoid prosecution. 
The zeal to protect children has become an out of 
control crusade that sometimes tramples on the 
innocent. Thank God the First Amendment still exists. 

There are great many Lolita stories out there, but the 
majority of them are poorly constructed. A child 
doesn't understand discretion and this is why child 
molesters get caught and many Lolita stories fall on 
their face. In order to construct the perfect Lolita 
story, first you have to separate the girl, emotionally 
and physically, from her family and friends. 

If you don't, the girl will tell someone about her 
romance, then the jig is up for the guy. Second, you 
have to make the girl and man emotionally dependent on 
each other. It helps if you can create a situation 
where the girl and man have a situation where they can 
grow their relationship away from the prying eyes of 
those who would call the cops, or social services, to 
check out the May/December romance. Lastly, you must 
develop an escape hatch for both parts of the 
relationship, in case one or the other decides to move 
on. 

I hope that you enjoyed this story. If you have, I have 
an entire library of stories at asstr.org that you can 
peruse. Please support the First Amendment, and vote 
responsibly-or we can kiss the right to read and write 
such stories goodbye.

If you like my story, I have others at 
/~dude/links.html

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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