I was so glad to be heading home. If I had to see those people more than a couple times a week I would not be able to keep the job. Thankfully I could do most of the work from home via the internet. Working as an advertising writer allowed me to set my own hours, as long as I met the deadlines. I only had to put up with those fools at The Times News when something required a signature or they had too much info to send it on line.
Such was the case today, as I looked over at the stuffed briefcase in the passenger's seat. I don't know why the people at the office always felt it necessary to comment on my size when I had to see them. From their comments you would think that I didn't know how large I was. Anyone who tried to shop for clothing to fit a 6'8" 400 lb man knew all about large.
I would be glad to get home. As comfortable as my big GMC truck was, it would be so much better when I could take my clothes off and relax. No matter how big I got my clothing, it was still restrictive and I went naked whenever I could. My house was set well off of the road and I had a big gate and fence to keep people away, so I was able to do without clothing when at home. There was supposed to be a nudist camp in Eden, but I would never be able to control myself around naked women. An erection is supposed to be unwelcome in those places, and being 32 and never having seen a naked woman in the flesh, I would be painfully erect.
On my way home I stopped in to Foodlion on 49 for some supplies. I shopped fairly often, but much of my shopping was done on line and delivered. It cost more that way, but I could shop in bulk and only have to see one or two people. I would also have help putting away the food I bought that way. I had a pretty good relationship with the Schwan's driver. I loved their products and he helped me put it all in my walk-in freezer. There were some things I couldn't get on line though, like fresh milk, bread, and produce. Foodlion's prices and quality weren't the best, but they were conveniently on my way home.
I was careful to lock my doors when I got out of the truck. This area was getting to be overgrown with illegals and nothing was safe. As bad as our economy has gotten, I don't know why they keep coming north. Can Mexico be that much worse now? If they started filling in around my house I would have to get guard dogs.
When I got done shopping, the two bags of produce and the gallon of milk fit into the footwell on the passenger side. I had no need to put the in the back under the camper shell, which is why I didn't discover my stowaway.
I drove on south on 49 to the closed Faircloth store, and turned left toward Cedarock Park. When I got to the stop sign at Mt. Herman Rock Creek Road, I turned right and hit the button on my dash for the gate to my property. I looked at the mailbox, and seeing that the yellow flag was not up, drove on through the gate, which automatically closed behind me.
I loved my place, my home. When my father died in 1999 I sold his business and all of his property. I combined that with his life insurance and the payout from insurance company of the drunk who killed him. That gave me over 3 million to work with. The realtor's office and I found this location about 4 miles south of Bellemont. I bought all 20 acres that the seller intended to turn into a housing development just like the one bordering my property on the south. This lot had a big pond in it surrounded by trees. I had a large house built on the edge of the pond, out of site from the road, then put a big fence all around the property with strong gates. I was totally private.
A second button on the dash opened my garage door and I parked the truck next to the tractor I used to maintain my property. My privacy would not be very complete if I had to hire people to maintain it for me. I had bought a Kubota 5140 diesel tractor with an air-conditioned cab shortly after moving in here. There was an equipment shed on the other end of the property where I stored all the tools I needed, but I preferred to keep the tractor here in my garage for ease of access. I had the garage built extra high for that reason.
I parked and pushed the button to close the door, then got out of the truck. I walked around the back to get to the passenger side to unload my paperwork and purchases. This is when I discovered my stowaway. As I walked around the rear something caught my attention, and I paused. The rear hatch on the camper shell was cracked open, and I thought I saw movement through the tinted Plexiglas. I knew that it hadn't been open when I left, and I had not touched it since. Trying not to act nervous, I moved on over to the kitchen door, and grabbed the shotgun standing there. There had been feral dogs in the area and I had gotten the shotgun for protection. I usually carried it on the tractor with me.
Walking back around to the rear of the truck I pumped a round into the gun.
"Whoever you are, open the tailgate and get out of there. I don't want to shoot you, but I will," I stated in a loud voice.
The hatch slowly lifted up and latched in place. I saw a blond head with a young face looking out at me.
"Hello, Mr. Lowell. Are you having a blessed day?"
I immediately recognized the face and voice. Her name was Judith and her family ran the thrift store at Webb and Tucker streets. Her father was a minister at a Pentecostal Church and the store was to benefit the church.
"What are you doing in there, Judith? Your father would tan your hide if he knew where you are."
"I'm running away from him Mr. Lowell, he won't let me do anything. I want to live."
"Pretty young girls running away don't live very nice lives Judith, or very long ones. No matter how strict your father is, you will be safer with him than out on your own."
I wasn't sure how old Judith was. The way these Pentecostal women dressed it was difficult to judge much of anything about them. They all wore their hair up in a bun, or covered with a bonnet. All dresses and skirts reached the floor, and no matter how hot it was, all blouses were long sleeved. The only things you had to judge them by was their work worn hands, and their unadorned by makeup faces. Her parents didn't look to be much older than I was, so I doubted that Judith was even near legal to fuck age. If anyone had seen her get into my truck, I was in trouble.
"When did you get in there, anyway? At the grocery store?"
"No, Sir. I got in when you were parked behind the newspaper. It was a dark corner and no one could see me. I walked away from the thrift shop and when I saw you go by me and park, I decided to try it. You were always pleasant to me at the store."
I shopped in her family's thrift store, as well as many others in the area. I bought items I could restore in them for a very cheap price, then once a month I would take the pieces I had repaired and sell them at the flea market. I didn't really need the money, but it gave me a chance to get out and meet people. Flea market people are like a kind of community, and I thought that maybe I would be able to find companionship with one of them. The repair and restoration was a hobby to keep me busy, and the flea market let me get rid of a lot of them while gaining room for more. I had used Buckhorn for years, but it was turning into a little Mexico, so I was trying to find other places to sell. Most of the good people I had known had moved on and I did not want to have to learn Spanish in order to sell my goods.
"So no one saw you get into my truck? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. You parked in that shady corner and there weren't any windows looking out on it."
"I can't take any chances. If anyone saw you the police will be here soon. How old are you Judith?"
"I'm fifteen, Mr. Lowell. I'm old enough to get married soon."
"In Kentucky, maybe. Not here. Get out of there now. I need to take you home."
"Please Mr. Lowell, don't take me back. I can't stand being there. My brothers are all so mean and Father believes them, not me."
"Get out of there and we can talk, but every bone in my body tells me to get you away from here."
Judith slithered out of the back of my truck. I don't know how she kept her legs hidden, but I guess long practice at wearing floor length denim skirts helped. Her long sleeved brown shirt was buttoned to her neck and as usual her blond hair was in a bun. Her eyebrows were so light they were almost invisible. Judith was tall for a girl, 5'9" or so, and slender. I had never seen her legs, but her plain white tennis shoes with white socks showed when she got out of the truck.
"Do you always dress like that?"
"I used to wear shorts around the house, but my brothers started acting strange, and Father said I had to cover up at all times. He said that I was tempting my brothers into sin."
"You were at fault, not your brothers?"
"Yes. The church says that men are not able to control their desires when temptation is present. Women are responsible for controlling the temptation."
"Must be hard on those poor boys being presented with all that bare flesh on display in the schools and stores. Some of the outfits I've seen would tempt a blind man. How do you think the rest of us resist it?"
"With all the rapes and social diseases reported in the world, you obviously don't."
"That is your father talking, Child. All those things occur in less than 5% of the population. The rest of us exercise control over our base urges. If young men are not presented with challenges, how are they to succeed? If your God is so smart, why did he give women such beautiful bodies then not want men to appreciate them? That is downright stupid. How many brothers do you have?"
"I have five brothers and four sisters, Sir. I am the oldest one left at home. My two older brothers are living and working with our Uncle on his farm. I am due to marry and move out next month when I turn sixteen. Father has promised me to a horrible old man from the church. That is why I had to flee."
"Well, your father sure didn't resist temptation very well if a family of ten children is any measure. I need to put my groceries away. Come on inside and I'll call your parents to come get you. I can't take the chance that someone saw you with me, no matter what your problems are."
Judith took a bag from the truck and meekly followed me into my kitchen. She looked around in wonder as she stepped into the room.
I like to eat, and my kitchen reflects that. It is large and modern, with commercial quality appliances, granite counters and glass-fronted cabinets. There was a large granite topped preparation island in the center with enough room around it to make congestion not a concern. The floor plan was open to the dining room off the kitchen and glassed french doors led onto the patio and pool area.
"This is wonderful, Mr. Lowell. I would love to have such a kitchen to work in. Please let me stay, and I will cook and clean for you. Would you teach me to swim in your pool?"
The sudden vision I had of Judith in a bathing suit made my pulse race. I had to put a halt to this.
"I don't think you would be very comfortable here, Child. My lifestyle is not anything you are used to, and my beliefs are not even close to those you were brought up with. For one thing, I never go to church and am not sure that I even believe in God."
"Do you worship Satan then?"
I let out an exasperated breath. "If I don't believe in God, what makes you think I would believe in the Devil? They both reside in the same theology, and I reject that one. The whole concept of one or more super beings capable of creating the universe leaves me blank. I have to ask what idiot came up with that idea? Only a con man could say all that with a straight face and then get others to go along with him. So the short answer is, no, I don't worship the Devil. In fact, I worship nothing. Were your God to be such a great Lord, why would he need, or even want, my worship?"
Judith stood there stunned. She could not conceive of someone challenging the belief system she had been shouldered with her entire life.
"Another thing you may not like, I usually go unclothed at home. I won't get dressed just because you are here. Clothing restricts my movement and I wear it as little as I can." That should get rid of her.
Again the girl had a shocked expression. "Would you require me to go naked as well?"
"No, I would do no such thing. But you are going to have a problem when the clothes you do have get dirty. Nothing I have here would even come close to fitting you."
"I can sew. With a needle and thread I can make any cloth into clothing for me, and I can repair your clothing as well. How unclothed do you get?"
This sparring match was getting me nowhere. "Nude. I don't even wear briefs or shorts. Now either go back out to the truck, or give me your father's phone number. You cannot stay here."
"Please, Sir. At least let me stay until I turn sixteen. You are much nicer that the man my Father has promised me to. I will work for you and do anything you wish. Please let me stay, I beg of you."
In my mind I could see the Sheriff hunting me down with dogs and a shotgun. If I let this girl stay here I would be guilty of statutory rape whether I touched her or not. It would be assumed that I had, and no one would believe otherwise. At the same time, she would be pleasant to have around, even if I had to wear shorts and a T-shirt to keep from scandalizing her. I could turn on the police band scanner; there should be an Amber alert out for her by now. If anyone saw her get into my truck, they would say so and I could send her home.
"Follow me." I led Judith into the living room and directed her to the couch while I turned on the scanner and TV.
"Watch the news to see if there is anyone looking for you yet. If they mention a grey truck with a camper shell, you are going home, pronto."
"Thank you, Sir. Do you have an AM radio? Father is on the Christian station all the time and would have them broadcast about me."
"Sure, just a minute." I got the emergency radio out from the book cabinet and made sure the batteries were good. "Here, use this one, but keep it low enough that I can't hear it. Those broadcasts make me gag."
Judith giggled and held the radio up to her shell-like ear.
"I'm going to make something to eat. Are you allergic to anything?"
"Nothing that I know of, Sir."
"Quit calling me Sir, my name is David. I feel for your plight, but if you are found with me they'll put me under the jail. Do you understand?"
Of course she ignored me, "If I don't hear anything about a pickup truck, can I stay?"
I sighed, "We'll see." I went back into the kitchen to work on a meal. I turned on the under cabinet radio to a news channel and listened as I worked. I knew that this was a bad idea, but she was slowly breaking me down. I could never have a relationship with a girl that young, but I was lonely, so lonely.
After about fifteen minutes I heard the first stirrings of an Amber alert. Judith was named and described very well. The last place she was known to be was at the Thrift shop. Her father claimed that she had gone next door to the gas station for a drink, and had never come back. The station worker claimed that she had not come in that day. She knew Judith very well and had not seen her since the day before. Calls were made requesting information on her whereabouts. I would listen to the police scanner later to see if anyone gave out any information that could link me to her disappearance.
I brought the tuna salad sandwiches out with a glass of milk for Judith. She told me what she had heard, and it matched up to what I had, except that her father was on the Christian station saying that she had been taken from her family, probably by a rapist.
We sat and listened while we ate. Just a little later a woman called police and said that she had seen Judith downtown, across from the library. She remembered because she couldn't believe that any girl would wear so many clothes in the current heat. April around these parts is very warm.
We continued listening, and about 8 o'clock a couple other people reported seeing her at about the same place, but no one had seen her after that. The police scanner reported that they would canvas that area of downtown tomorrow to see if anyone remembered anything else.
"Okay, you can stay tonight. I won't kick you out unless I hear something about me or my truck. If that happens, you are out of here, understand?"
"Yes, David. I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble because of me. Could I take a bath please? I was very hot and sweaty today."
My heart rate again increased, I wanted to smell her. "Let me show you the room you will use. It has its own bathroom and you may do as you wish there. There is a robe you can wear as well. I will wash your clothes for you, but I think that you need to get rid of them because they are too distinctive. Leave your hair down after you wash as well, that will help you to look a little different."
"Thank you, David. But if I don't wear those clothes, what am I going to wear?"
"Maybe you can cut the skirt down to a miniskirt and turn the blouse into a vest or tank top. Both can wait until we are sure they can't find you. Until then, just wear the robe. It will cover you from my eyes." I didn't mention that it would only go to her knees. The robe had been left in a dresser I had bought and refinished. It was a red terry cloth and I kept it for the hell of it.
I led her to the room on the second floor. It was near the head of the stairs, while mine was at the end of the hall overlooking the pool. She would be able to see the pond from her window.
I went on to my room, undressed, and took a quick shower. She was not the only one who had been sweating today. After the shower I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to keep her from fainting. I had looked in many mirrors, and my body was not a sight for a virgin's eyes. As it was, my cock would almost stick out the leg of my shorts if I got hard.
I went downstairs and put our dinner plates into the dishwasher, then sat down in my recliner to watch the news and listen to the scanner. I had one of the new Bearcat BC346XT trunk band scanners. Once I was able to program it, (the manual is only online and is written by a moron), I could get all the police and public service channels within 20 miles by using an antenna mounted on the roof.
There was no new news at this time, so I figured that I was safe for the moment. Tomorrow would tell the tale though. I had sat there for about fifteen minutes when I caught a glimpse of movement at the corner of my eye. I was unused to someone else being in my house and was quite startled, till I realized that it must be Judith.
When I turned my head and looked at her, I forgot to breathe for a moment. With her blond hair down it reached her waist, which was shown to be tiny under the belt of the robe. I had overestimated how far down the robe would reach. It was only halfway to her knees, and displayed pure white, dancer's legs beneath the hem. The skin was the translucent white that could only be achieved by never seeing the sun. The shape of her calves was perfect, as were the narrow feet. I would have stood to greet her, but then my excitement would have shown. I did not want to scare her.
"Anything new?" She asked as if everything was normal.
"Uh ... yeah ... I mean no ... no, nothing new. I think that you will be okay to stay here tonight. We'll have to get up early tomorrow and listen to the scanner and the news when they start canvassing the area."
Judith came over and sat on the end of the couch where she had been before. When she sat down, the robe parted a bit and showed even more alabaster skin before she gathered it back together.
"I thought that you were going to be nude?"
"I didn't want to scare you, Judith. I can survive like this for now. Would you like to watch some regular TV? I can keep abreast of the situation with the scanner."
"I don't know. We were never allowed to watch evening programming, so I don't have any idea what is on."
"Well, I have Dish network will all the pay channels, so just surf until you find something you like. Here is the control." I had already found something I wanted to see, and I would watch surreptitiously while she punched buttons.