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 The next morning I woke up to the soft form next to me.  Cindy was still
nude, her hair spread in a bronze fan on her pillow.  I kissed her face
lightly.  Her eyes fluttered open.  "Hi, Dan," she said.  "I still love
you."

   "I still love you, too, Cindy." The next kiss was MUCH more serious. 
And ended with a giggle as her hand found my soft dick.

   "I remember now," she smiled.  "We're together.  REALLY together."

   "Yeah," I said.  "Wanna go get some breakfast and talk about it?"

   "Yep!" she said, releasing my dick and bouncing out of bed naked.  I
looked at this cutie.

   "Damn!  You're beautiful!" That got me a smile.  That turned into a
grin. And a full nudity stand up hug.

   And she knelt.  And fingers curled around my dick.  And her face turned
up with a smile.  "They'll still be serving breakfast in an hour." We did
get to breakfast.

   Driving there, she looked at me with fawning eyes.

   "Cindy," I said, "this is a mess, you know..."

   "I know," she said.

   "I hope you do.  If ONE single person finds out what we did and goes to
the cops, I'm going to jail for YEARS.  It's that serious."

   "Dan, I love you.  I WANT to tell everybody.  But I won't tell a soul. I
promise."

   "Yeah, but we need to be very careful with how we are around each other
in public.  That means no holding hands and kissing and touching and stuff.
Just like we were until last night."

   "I know."

   "I'm serious, baby!  I could end up in jail.  And I don't want to lose
you."

   "Okay, baby!" she said.

   I looked at the smiling darling there beside me those green eyes bright,
the luxurious lashes fluttering above them, that ridiculously seductive red
hair.  If I was going to EVER fall, this is what it was going to take.  And
here she was.  And I was fallen.

   Breakfast was pleasant.  So was the drive back.  When we got back, Helen
was in her office.  I walked in, Cindy right behind me.  Talked about the
storm.  Pointed to Cindy's trailer, not damaged, but visibly moved from the
winds.

   "I saw that," Helen said.  "Pretty good storm.  A little more an' that
trailer'd have flipped.  With Cindy in it."

   "Yeah.  She's lucky she had someplace to go.  I can't believe they
didn't tie that thing down."

   "Most folks don't tie down travel trailers," Helen said.  "But most
travel trailers don't stay in one place that long."

   "So," I said, "Can I pay those guys to come tie Cindy's trailer down? 
It'll keep me from getting those phone calls."

   "Uh, Mr.  Dan, (I was "Mr.  Dan" In public) I would have been scared,
tied down or not," she interrupted.

   "Yeah, okay, darling.  (slip of the tongue.  Oops!) But you like to have
lost your house."

   Helen smiled.  "Sweetie," she said, addressing Cindy, "It's just a good
thing Mr.  Dan was here to take care of you last night."

   I noted that Cindy bit her bottom lip.

   Helen looked at me.  "Thanks for watching things for her, Dan.  You take
better care of her than her momma does."

   Saturday.  Lazy day.  Cindy's mom wasn't home, so Cindy pinned the note
on the door and we decided to take off on an excursion.  A shorts-clad
Cindy was climbing into the truck.  She looked at me.  "Hey, babe, can't
you, like, fold this console up out of the way?"

   "Yeah, cutie," I said, "but where will I put my important stuff?"

   Giggle.  "Buddy," she smiled, "since last night you just got something
MORE important than all that stuff."

   Smiling, I said,"Okay.  I suppose so." I moved things around and stowed
the console so she could slide over into the center of the bench seat.  And
that's where she belted in.

   I slid in beside her.  "You know," I said, "we can do this because we're
gonna be out of the local area.  Otherwise, back in your old spot.  That
red head of yours is too easy to spot.

   "Yes, baby," she said, "but it's nice to be able to do this."

   "Do what?"

   Her hand went between my thighs and squeezed my dick.  Giggle.

   "Oh, that!"

   Eighty miles up the road.  Down a country path (thank god for four-wheel
drive) and into the woods.  And a blanket on a bed of pine needles.  And we
made love.  No, she wasn't some sort of "expert".  This was session number
three.  But she loved me.  And she was enthusiastic.  Eager.  Sweetly
beautiful.  I had eyes for no other.

   Back home again.  Miss Helen noted our going and coming.  Smiled and
waved.  I dropped Cindy at her trailer and then went to my own.

   Sunday.  I heard a knock on the door.  Opened it to look at those green
eyes again.

   "Your mom come home?" I asked.

   Copper hair shook in the negative.

   "Breakfast?"

   "Yeah." With a grin.

   We brought Helen back a dozen donuts.  I spent the afternoon repairing a
pump on the swimming pool filter.  That got me a free month's rent.  Helen
got a bargain.  Cindy and I got the pool.  Lounging.  Swimming.

   The mom came back Sunday evening.  Cindy and I were at the pool.  The
Toyota stopped and Donna got out and walked over, wearing shorts, and a
halter top.  A bluing tattoo around an ankle.  Another visible high on her
thigh.  I'd missed those on her previous exposure.  And heels, for god's
sake.  I was nervous inside.  This could be a bad thing.  Or not.

   "Dan, she keeps talking about you."

   I smiled sheepishly.  "She just wants somebody to talk to and hang out
with."

   "Yeah," she said.  "She says you've been helping her out?"

   "Yeah, she's a good kid.  Glad to help."

   "Well, thanks, ya know.  Sometimes I don't know what I'm gonna do with
her.  Life's tough enough without havin' a kid to take care of." She bent
way further over than the conversation required, giving me a clear view of
her tits.  "You know, you COULD have taken care of us both."

   This woman was about as subtle as a rhinoceros with a hard on.  "I heard
that," I said.  Fight ignorant WITH ignorant.  "It's kinda nice to have a
buddy, yaknow ...  And that's all I want."

   "Yeah.  Well, you an' Helen are sure helpin' me out.  Just thanks,
okay?"

   "Sure, " I said.  "Any time."

   Donna turned away to walk back to her car.  I noted that huge tramp
stamp peeking out just above the waistband of her shorts.

   Monday I was back at work and Cindy was back in school.  Her bus hit the
park about an hour before I got home, but we both ended up at the pool. 
With nobody else around.

   She noticed.  And leered.  "I have something that needs rubbing," she
smiled.

   "And I'd love to rub it, sweetie.  But we can't right now.  So let's
swim." We swam.  And then lounged.

   "I'm gonna need homework help," she said brightly.

   I smiled.  "For real?  Or..."

   "Both!"

   "Okay, little girl," I said.  "Here's how we do this.  So I don't end up
in jail."

   She turned to look at me.  "How?"

   "You're gonna tell your mom an' your mom is gonna tell me.  An' Helen.
So if anybody sees little red-headed Cindy disappear into Dan's trailer for
a couple of hours several times a week, they'll just KNOW she's in there
doing equations or essays."

   "And she'll REALLY be doin' Dan," she chirped sweetly.  "Okay.  I can do
that."

   So the next day I stopped by the park office to check mail.

   "Hi, Dan," said Helen.  "Donna stopped by.  Said thanks to whoever
installed tie-downs on her trailer.  And said Cindy was going to use you
(almost imperceptible pause) for homework help."

   "Yeah," I said innocently.  "Cindy asked me about it.  I said I'd do it
if she got her mom's okay.  It's bad enough how much time we spend together
outside in the open, much less her coming in my trailer."

   Helen smiled.  "Well, you're the best thing that's happened to the
little girl." We caught up on gossip for a few minutes, discussed the last
crop of weekenders, and Donna walked in.

   "Hey, uh ...  Dan?" she said.

   "Yeah, hey, Donna, how's work?" I almost said "How's tricks?"

   "Slow.  Tips are kinda thin lately.  Say, the kid's sayin' that her
homework is going nuts and you can help her?"

   "Yeah, I told her I can help.  I'm just hoping that a college degree
fifteen years ago will still work for junior high now."

   "Oh, you're one a' them engineers.  You know all about numbers'n stuff."
She was still trying.  I got another one of her best "fuck me" smiles.

   "Maybe so.  Anyway, I'm glad to help.  Any time." And cordial.  That's
all she got from me.

   "Well, thanks, dude," she said.  And flounced out to her car, hips
swinging.  And left.

   Helen sniffed.  "Puts her perfume on with a roller."

   "Tell me what you REALLY think, Helen."

   Helen snorted derisively.  "What I really think?  Hah!  I think that in
four more months, when you got to go to your next job, you should bundle up
that little redhead an' take her with you."

   "Huh?"

   "Yeah.  Dad.  Husband.  Big brother.  Whatever.  Anything short of
murderer an' you're better for Cindy than that ...  that slut."

   I stared.

   Helen continued.  "Buddy, when you turned Donna down the other day, that
kinda put a bow around it for me."

   I looked.  "How'd you know about that?" I asked.

   "How'd'ya think, Dan?  When she's not with you, Cindy's usually in here
talkin' with me.  SHE told me how her mom tried putting the moves on you.
And probably more details than you know about."

   "Donna, she gave it a good try, Helen," I admitted.  "And in front of
her daughter, no less."

   "That child's seen it all with her mom, Dan."

   "I couldn't believe it myself, Helen.  But you know, even if Cindy
hadn't been there, I wouldn't have touched Donna with a ten-foot pole.  I'm
living by myself BECAUSE of women like that."
   "Well," Helen continued, "you impressed young Cindy.  And me."