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Authors name: Varangian (Kesper@nls.net)
Story title : Stowaway, The

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The Stowaway (MF, rom)
A story by Varangian (Kesper@nls.net)
July 2000


Jack Flemming had to piss. Badly. He was not oblivious 
to the magnificent sunset; indeed he wondered at the 
dramatic coloring of the clouds ahead of him and to his 
left, all painted in hues of the warm spectrum with 
dark undertones. The sight pleased him and softened a 
bit his usual hostile, defensive demeanor, but it did 
nothing for his painfully distended bladder. 

His principle concern at the moment was to reach the 
rest area a few miles ahead, and when he came in sight 
of that oasis on I-75 near Birch Run the clouds had 
lost their glorious luster and the pine trees through 
which the highway passed became dark sentinels.
He eased up on the accelerator as he entered the long 
off ramp to the rest stop. Ahead were two lines of 
semis, their motors running, although many of the cabs 
were empty. A sign indicated that he should bear right 
to enter the parking area for passenger vehicles, which 
he did, coming to a stop among a group of cars and 
vans, each dutifully occupying a space defined by white 
lines.

Flemming hurried from his car and made his way quickly 
to the small building. His immediate goal was the men's 
room, which he found to be neat and clean. There were 
half a dozen urinals against the wall with partitions 
between each to protect the bashful, none of them 
occupied. Jack unzipped, brought forth his penis and 
sighed deeply as he emptied his filled bladder.

As he pushed on the faucet to rinse his hands he looked 
into the mirror before him which reflected back the 
face of a man neither young nor old. Not yet forty! 
Jack reminded himself defiantly.

A plain blonde face stared back at him with a morose 
lack of good humor. Jack looked away from the image, 
not liking it. It was the face of a person who had 
failed in life, he thought. His business was gone, 
lost, as well as his wife and their two children. He 
was not entirely broke; he had some money. But he was 
very much at loose ends. He felt he needed, somehow, to 
redefine himself, to find a purpose, now that his 
comfortable world had shattered around him.

He still had a long drive ahead of him, until he 
reached his cabin on a small lake south of Cheboygan, 
where he intended to drink himself to sleep. He did not 
bother to look at the maps on the walls, when he came 
out of the men's room and into the brightly lit, 
spacious reception area of the rest stop, because he 
knew where he was and where he was going.

When he pushed through the main door of the building, 
he encountered a group of five men in suits standing 
close by the entrance who were deep in conversation, 
murmuring in low voices. They were cops or other 
holders of special privilege, Jack knew at once, and he 
steered clear of them, not liking the breed.

He was eager to go back onto the highway, to reach his 
modest lake-side cabin to the north, where he hoped to 
put aside the debacle of his life, where he would 
drink, fish, and wait for a quiet moment to plan for 
the future.

His Taurus sedan, metallic green with just twenty 
thousand miles on the odometer summoned him. It held 
fruit, candy bars and crackers to calm his rumbling 
stomach, as well as unopened bottles of vodka. Newly 
refreshed and for a moment optimistic Jack got into his 
car, started the engine and set off past the line of 
semis for the interstate.

He was not on the highway very long, not quite up to 
speed, when he detected a strange scent in the car. And 
then he heard a small cough from the back seat.

"Who are you?" he demanded, not knowing what to do in 
the situation, going seventy miles an hour in heavy, 
weekend traffic. In his rear view mirror he saw a 
figure rise behind him.

A girl's voice sounded plaintively. "I'm sorry, mister. 
I just need a ride." 

"What are you doing here?" he insisted with a hint of 
panic in his voice, worried and also outraged that 
someone would climb into his car.

"I had to get away, mister, and your car door was 
open."

It was a young female voice that did not sound all 
threatening. 

Jack relaxed somewhat.

"You're running from someone?"

"Ya."

"That's all, just 'ya?'"

"You don't want to know about it, mister, but would you 
drive me to Saginaw? It's just up ahead and not far 
from the interstate."

"I know where it is," Jack responded tersely, "but I 
won't drive you there."

"Then I'll take wherever you're going," the girl 
responded sadly. 

"I just have to get away."

"Away from what? Have you committed a crime?"

"Maybe," the girl replied softly.
"There were cops at the rest area. Were they looking 
for you?"

"They lost me there. I got away from them, and I took 
something."

"What did you take?"

"I don't know. A brief case. Something maybe 
important," she mumbled vaguely.

Then in the rear view mirror Jack saw a car speeding 
toward them, lights flashing.

"Oh, shit," he moaned to himself and slowed his car, 
ready to pull it to the side of the highway. But the 
vehicle sped past followed by another with a single 
flashing light.

"You're running from the cops!" Jack yelled angrily.
Jack hated cops, indeed any authority, although he knew 
better than to expose himself to their overwhelming, 
brutish power.

"They're not cops," the girl responded heatedly. "Two 
of them are foreigners, the others are American."

"But they looked like cops to me."

"They're government men, but I don't know what kind," 
the girl added, seemingly flustered.. "They killed my 
Billy."

"Your Billy?" Jack asked. He felt as though a trap were 
about to shut with him inside.

"Billy was my cousin. We were very close, you know. He 
worked for those guys, carried things for them, and 
when they found him peeking at what he was delivering, 
they shot him in the head like he was some kind of 
animal."

"What was he carrying?" Jack felt compelled to inquire, 
although he feared the worst.

"This brief case here." She held the article up high 
enough for Jack to see it in the rear view mirror.
Jack hesitated. "What's in it?"

"I don't know for certain," the girl replied defiantly. 
"But those bastards want it and they killed my Billy 
because of it."

Suddenly a bright light scanned the car, reflecting 
strongly from the polished brass locks on the brief 
case. Jack turned quickly and saw two vehicles with 
flashing lights on the opposite side of the interstate, 
moving slowly, spotlights converging on his Taurus.

"Oh, Christ!" Jack yelled as the two cars suddenly 
crossed the median strip and let blare with their 
sirens in pursuit of him.

He immediately turned off his lights and began to weave 
madly among the holiday traffic bound for northern 
vacations. He dared not brake and reveal his position 
with his rear lights. The cops, or whoever they were, 
trailed some distance behind him. They would catch him 
eventually, he knew, so he veered onto a sudden off 
ramp leading into the dark, Michigan countryside.

At the end of the ramp Jack was inclined to go right, 
so he turned left and sped down the two lane road with 
his lights off past isolated farms which had spotlights 
ablaze on their distant barns. He pulled into a long, 
dark driveway of a farmhouse and shut off his motor. A 
car soon raced past behind him at an unusual speed.
Dogs barked in the near distance, but otherwise the 
cool night was completely quiet.

"What do you have that's so important?" Jack barked in 
anger, looking over the seat at the girl.

"I don't really know," she whimpered.

Jack saw a car with its lights off drive slowly down 
the road past the farmhouse where he was parked. He 
waited for several minutes until he assumed his 
pursuers were at least a mile away, then he started the 
car and backed out of the driveway. 

He drove down the road, turned off and followed others, 
even unpaved ones, until he reached a lighted area on 
the outskirts of Milo, Michigan. 

He stopped the car under some trees to inspect his map. 
The drone of a helicopter came ominously closer and 
closer, a light from it coursing back and forth, 
inspecting the ground. Jack waited until the aircraft 
passed to the south and then drove his car into the 
middle of town.

"We can't stay here," he said, greatly agitated. "We 
have to get back to the interstate."

"But they're waiting for us there," the girl wailed.

"No. I don't think so. They have just two cars and both 
of them are up here looking for us. We'll take the 
Dixie Highway up to Birch Run and then get onto the 
interstate. There's an awful lot of traffic up there, 
people going to Frankenmuth."

"Just do it, whatever," the girl said from the back 
seat in resignation."

"Come up front and sit with me," Jack suggested. "It 
doesn't look right with you back there."

"No. I'll stay here. I want to go to sleep."

It worked, and after some driving he and his unwelcome 
passenger were passing through deep, dark forest north 
of Midland at eighty miles an hour.

* * *

Jack did not know the time, when he arrived finally at 
his small cabin next to the lake. The girl behind him 
was asleep.

"We're here," he announced loudly, waking his 
passenger.

"Where are we?" she asked sleepily.

"We're safe here," Jack replied. "I can't imagine they 
were able to read my license plate."

"Where is this place?" the girl inquired warily, not 
ready to get out of the car.

"It's my cabin," Jack responded in annoyance, opening 
the driver's door.

The girl's small voice expressed concern. "Am I going 
to stay here with you?"

"I have ten acres of woods here, sweetie, and you can 
sleep on any part of them," Jack replied in 
exasperation.

"How many beds do you have?" she asked hesitantly.

"Just one, just mine."

"Then I'd rather sleep in the car."

"That's fine with me. But don't come bothering me 
later. I intend to get drunk and forget this sorry 
mess."

"Well, that's just splendid, mister! People are going 
to come through these woods in the middle of the night 
and kill us."

"That's why I prefer to have you outside, sweetie. You 
can warn me before they strangle you."

"They don't strangle you, they shoot you in the head, 
like they did Billy."

"All the better. When they shoot you, the sound will 
awaken me from my drunken stupor."

"You aren't being serious, mister."

"And you're being too fearful. We've lost the bastards, 
girl! 

They'll never find us here."

"I still won't sleep in your bed."

"I didn't invite you, did I?" Jack retorted, weary of 
the conversation with the girl, whose face he had yet 
to see clearly.

* * *

The next morning Jack came out onto his porch groggy 
with a hangover, yet he delighted to be again in his 
beloved northern woods, where the scent of a nearby 
cedar grove beckoned seductively.

"Where are you!" he yelled aloud, although he knew that 
the girl was still asleep in the rear seat of the car.
Jack rinsed his putrid mouth with scoops of water from 
the rain barrel as he waited for the girl to show 
herself.

She was short, no more than five feet tall, and she 
didn't appear to have any breasts. She climbed out of 
the back seat of the car and stood defiantly before the 
man holding the large brief case tightly to her body.
"How old are you?" Jack asked wobbling a bit on his 
feet, glaring down at the small girl who was almost 
pretty in a scraggly, mousy way.

"I'm eighteen," the girl stated.

"Bull shit!" Jack replied crudely. "You're no more than 
fifteen, if that."

"I'm eighteen, and I can prove it," the girl insisted.

"Actually, I don't care how old you are, girlie, 
especially since you choose to sleep in the car."

"You're too old for me, mister."

"You really know how to wound a guy, sweetie."
"I just want you to know where you stand," she replied 
smugly.

"I know where I stand, you little bitch! I'm standing 
on my own property, and you're free to lug that fucking 
brief case out of here."

"You really don't want me?" the girl asked in 
amazement, not comprehending the man.

"Want you for what?"

"For . . . you know."

"I don't do boys," Jack replied with a grand, malicious 
smile.

"You know I'm not a boy!" the girl shouted in outrage.

"Show me," Jack responded with a grin.

"You pervert! I won't show you anything"

"You know," Jack replied, abruptly serious, "I'd rather 
see the contents of that brief case than your scrawny 
flesh."

Suddenly her expression changed from anger to something 
more agreeable. Her eyes widened and lips parted. 

"You're not so old!" she mused, as if surprised to 
discover it.

"No!" He was mildly amused at the change in her tone.
Her eyes dropped shyly. "I'm Mary Kathleen Kelly."

"I'm Jack, Jack Flemming," he responded gruffly, 
staring at the slight girl. "So we're friends now? So 
we can talk about what this mess is all about?"

"They killed Billy before my eyes," she whimpered. "It 
had something to do with drugs."

"Billy was your lover?" Jack asked, suddenly gentle.
"Yes, and he was my cousin. He didn't know what he had 
gotten himself into. He was so simple."

"But you really loved the boy, didn't you?"

"Oh, God, Mister Jack. He was such a sweet boy, when we 
were alone together. He cried awfully, when they began 
to beat and kick him. They all enjoyed it so, laughing 
and shouting. Then one of the men just shot him in the 
head. He was only about my age."

"We'll get those bastards, Mary Kathleen," Jack 
exclaimed in anger, all of a sudden feeling like a 
hero. "But I'm afraid they might get us first."
"Well, I have their brief case, and it's something they 
really want. Maybe we can bargain with it."

"What's inside. Have you ever looked?"

"No, I never had a chance. I just grabbed it from the 
backseat, when I was able to get away."

"Well, let's go into the cabin and find out what it 
contains."

* * *

Jack sat on the edge of a chair with the brief case in 
front of him. Mary Kathleen cautiously stooped beside 
him as he leaned down to snap open the hasp.

"It's not locked," Jack murmured and pulled the bag 
open.

It was full of money and documents peculiarly uniform 
in their decorative appearance.

"Oh my God," he gasped softly, "Look at all that 
money."

He then extracted one of the curious documents and 
almost choked.

"What are they?" she asked curiously.

Jack grabbed a fistful of the elegantly engraved papers 
from the case and riffled them slowly, whistling in 
surprise and astonishment.

"They're bearer bonds," he replied to the girl, turning 
his face to hers. "Each one seems to be worth $100,000, 
and there could be one hundred of them."

"What are bearer bonds?"

"It's like cash, Mary. We could just deposit them into 
a bank account."

The young woman gaped at the man, not comprehending at 
first the enormity of their find, but there was a 
certain glint in her eyes.

"What will we do with them?

"Quiet," Jack barked, counting the documents.

"There's over ten million dollars here," he exclaimed 
with a shaky voice when he finished, "including twenty 
grand in cash."

Mary Kathleen stared at the man blankly. She had twelve 
dollars in her pocket.

Jack cocked an eye at the girl. "Let's split it 
evenly," he suggested in an affable tone of voice.

"But it's mine," she quickly protested.

"You stole it, and then I saved you," Jack rejoined. 
"Sharing it equally is only fair, especially since you 
need me to turn the bonds into cash without getting 
caught."

Mary could find no argument to challenge him.

"What's this?" she asked, pulling from the case a sheaf 
of papers which were stapled together.

Jack took them from her. There were eight typewritten 
pages, four in Spanish and four in English. It seemed 
to be a contract. Jack glanced through the English 
pages quickly and then his entire body seemed to slump.

"They were not after the money when they chased us, 
Mary," he groaned in despair. "It seems that part of 
the federal government, the Diplomatic Security Agency, 
is involved in the drug trade."

* * *

"From about Saginaw clear across the state to Ludington 
it's like we've been fenced off. Every car is being 
checked. And traffic is backed up for miles at the 
Mackinac Bridge."

Jack eavesdropped on the gas station attendant talking 
on the phone. He felt a shiver of apprehension, 
realizing that the entire weight of the United States 
government confronted him and the girl. He couldn't 
just drive off and leave her, he thought, dismissing 
the temptation. If she were caught, which was certain 
without his help, he would be found easily. Besides 
there was the money.

"I overheard you on the phone," he said to the man, 
when he went into the small building to pay for the 
tank of gas he had just pumped. "What's happening?"

"Don't know for certain, but I think it's about some 
terrorists that came in from Canada."

"How many are there?" Jack casually asked.

"That's the strange thing," the man replied with a 
shake of his head. "They're looking for a skinny girl."

"Those cops!" Jack guffawed, and the man nodded with a 
smile of agreement.

Jack drove from the gas station and pulled carefully 
into traffic. He headed for Cheboygan, to a Sears store 
there, having discovered an urgent need to make some 
purchases.

* * *

"Why do you want to cut my hair?" Mary protested and 
moved away from Jack who spread scissors, a razor and a 
comb on the nearby table.

"They're looking for a girl. We'll have to make you 
into a boy."

"I don't want to be a boy!" the girl shouted in anger. 
"I want to be a girl, more than I am now."

"I can't grow titties for you, sweetie, and it's just 
as well that you're flat chested. You have to become a 
boy and pretend to be my son or they're going to get 
us."

Mary Kathleen scowled in frustration, but she sat down 
on the chair next to the table.

"Don't worry, kid," Jack said soothingly as he brought 
the scissors to Mary's tresses. "I worked my way 
through college as a barber."

The man clipped and trimmed. Mousy, brown hair dropped 
to the floor of the cabin. Jack seemed to enjoy 
himself, transforming the eighteen-year-old waif into a 
boy of fourteen.

"I have some clothes for you," he said, when he stood 
back and admired his work on the girl's head. "They're 
not the kind I prefer, but they're fashionable."

He offered her plastic bags imprinted with the name 
Sears.

Mary Kathleen grabbed them from his hands angrily.

"Go outside while I put them on," she insisted.

Jack left and wandered over to the cedar grove where he 
breathed deeply of the scented air. He would like to be 
buried in a cedar casket, he thought for an instant, 
but then dismissed the silly notion with a shake of his 
head.

"How do I look?" the girl's voice asked from behind 
him.

Jack turned and beheld Mary Kathleen, now transformed 
into his fourteen-year-old son. He-she-was beautiful, 
despite the baggy shorts that extended to the mid 
calves and the clunky Nike shoes. The Cleveland Indians 
pullover revealed nothing feminine. Mary was prettier 
as a boy, Jack concluded, and he grinned in 
appreciation.

"You're perfect," he exclaimed enthusiastically.

"And you're a pervert," Mary replied sharply, resenting 
his ogle. 

"Are you into boys?"

"A boy as pretty as you could tempt any man."

"So you're coming out of the closet, Mr. Flemming," 
Mary responded sarcastically. "It must be very 
frustrating for you to realize that I'm just a skinny 
girl."

"Mary," the man said soberly, placing his hand lightly 
on the girl's shoulder, "we're going to be together for 
quite a long time, perhaps years. We should be nice to 
each other."

"I'm sorry, Jack. I really am. You're right. We ought 
to be friends, especially because we've been thrown 
together like this, and I can't imagine the end of it."

She looked up at him in a calculated way. She did not 
flinch at his touch, nor did she resist his embrace, 
and she returned his kiss.

"We haven't known each other for even twenty four 
hours, Jack," the girl murmured, gazing into the man's 
face, inviting another kiss.

"Do you need more time, Mary?"

"No," she replied and pressed her face against his 
chest. "Do you want to play with me, Jack? Do you want 
to pretend that I'm a boy for a while?"

"That would be kinky, don't you think?" he replied 
nervously, unsettled by the girl's abrupt, inexplicable 
readiness for some kind of sexual encounter.

"I'm not so innocent," she said coyly. I'm ready for 
anything you wish to do."

Jack held Mary's pretty head between his two hands and 
gazed yearningly into her boyish face for a long 
moment.

"But I know you're a girl!"

"Let's pretend, Jack," she replied, unzipping his fly. 
"Wouldn't you just love to have a pretty boy suck on 
you?"

He was stupefied by the girl's brazenness, but he did 
not protest. Mary looked into his face as she easily 
undid his belt, unsnapped his trousers and let them 
fall to around his ankles. He felt her hand caress his 
hard cock through the fabric of his underpants.

"Oh, you're too big, mister," she said, pretending to 
be a young boy. She gave his member a slight squeeze. 
"I can't let you put that monster up my ass. But it 
will fit nicely into my pretty mouth."

Mary dropped to her knees before him and quickly pulled 
down his shorts.

"Oh, my," she exclaimed, slipping her lips over the 
cock head as she gazed up into Jack's astonished face.
For a moment he savored the physical sensation and the 
charade of being sucked by a lovely boy.

"That's enough," he announced suddenly, pulling Mary to 
her feet. 

"I want you as a woman."

"Yes. That would be nice," she replied, her voice 
muffled in Jack's embrace. "But first let me get you 
dressed again."

Once more she went to her knees. She pushed up the 
man's underpants for him to grab, and then the 
trousers. Again Jack felt a deliciously illicit 
sensation of being intimate with a young boy. He leaned 
down and swooped into his arms the young woman, who 
squealed in delight. She didn't weigh one hundred 
pounds.

"Am I too old for you, Mary Kathleen?" he smiled
"You're a big, strong man. I think you'll be able to 
keep up with me."

Jack carried her to the cabin, almost stumbling as they 
kissed, and he laid her carefully on the bed.

"Now, let's see what we have beneath these clothes," he 
announced joyfully as he pulled off a shoe.

"No, Jack. You get undressed first. I want to see you."

The man had no reason to be ashamed of his body, as 
Mary soon learned. If it was not in perfect athletic 
condition, it was nearly so. There was just a slight 
roundness of his belly. His cock was agreeably large, 
although not intimidating. The young woman on the bed, 
who removed her other shoe, beamed her approval. 
Without a word Jack leaned down to pull off the girl's 
baggy shorts. Mary raised her butt to assist him.

"Well!" Jack exclaimed. "Those are not skinny legs. 
They're slender, perhaps, but I find them quite 
lovely."

Jack pulled off her panties, again with her assistance, 
to reveal a lush, adult pubic bush.

"Would you like to shave me down there, Mr. Barber?"

"Yes, if you want."

"Let's do it later, sweetheart. I'm getting antsy."
The pullover was quickly on the floor leaving Mary 
naked.

"You do have titties, and they're just the right size 
for you."

"I'm too small all over. I wish I were larger so we 
could kiss as we make love."

"We'll work something out. Come, scoot your butt to the 
edge of the bed and let your legs drop over.

Mary did as instructed. Jack knelt between her out 
spread legs, then leaned down to kiss her face which, 
he thought, was becoming lovelier by the second. 
He licked down her neck and then suckled a small 
breast.

"Please, Jack. I'm ready for it now," Mary pleaded.
Indeed, she was, Jack discovered as the head of his 
cock plopped easily into girl's moist tightness. With 
two palms on her breasts and his eyes gazing at her 
lovely face he inserted himself fully and began a slow 
fuck.

"Faster, Jack. Please faster!"

He obliged her. She could not push back, because of her 
position; her feet scarcely touched the floor. He 
pounded her with rapid, almost violent strokes, 
watching her head roll from side to side, her face 
distorted in excitement.

"Oh, oh," she groaned repeatedly and then wailed 
briefly, loudly as her body became rigid.

Jack was hardly finished. He continued to bang at her 
until she screamed aloud and tore at her hair. It was a 
big one. When she calmed somewhat, he slowed his 
strokes to savor the feel of himself inside her slick, 
clinging passage.

"Take your pleasure, darling. It's your turn now," she 
sighed.

His eyes focused on the small, pretty face beneath a 
boy's haircut, so androgynous, so illicit. But he 
placed his palms on feminine breasts as his ecstasy 
caused him to cry out.

* * *

"Seriously, Mary. Am I not too old for you? Don't you 
find me repugnant?

Jack lay cupped to the naked girl from behind, his hand 
on an almost immature tit, his mouth on her neck. It 
was the middle of the night. The cabin reeked of old 
timber and mold.

"I've had older and uglier, Jack, since I was eleven," 
the girl whispered.

"Eleven?"

"I don't want to talk about it. It's not a happy 
memory."

She turned about to face him.

"You don't disgust me in the least! You're a fine 
looking man, and a good person."

She kissed his face passionately.

They whispered to each other in the delicious night. 
The Moon was bright outside and a soft, fresh breeze 
wafted through the screened windows bringing with it 
the slightly fishy aroma of the nearby lake.

"Do you have a family?"

"Only Billy, and now he's gone."

"We have money. I'll look after you, if you like," Jack 
gushed impulsively.

"Yes, of course. But I hardly know you, and you me. How 
can we make such decisions?"

"This mess of yours binds us together for the 
foreseeable future. 

You'll have to accept me despite my age."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty eight."

"That's not really very old. I won't have to nurse 
you," she chuckled "I worry about how small and fragile 
you are, that I might hurt you sometime in my passion."

"I'm small but sturdy, Jack. Unfortunately I'm fully-
grown. I won't become any larger. If you want bigger 
tits on me, I'll have to get silicon implants."

"I like you the way you are," he replied and leaned his 
head down to suck a nipple.

"Come on top of me," she sighed, fondling his head. "I 
want to feel you again.

"No. You get onto me. You're too small underneath."

"May I be selfish, Jack?" she asked as she came astride 
him. "May I use your body and take my pleasure?"

"Yes, of course. Indulge yourself."

She sat onto his cock slowly with a grand sigh. Jack 
ran his hands up and down her slender thighs, looking 
at her but seeing only a silhouette. She moved on him 
slightly as she diddled herself.

"Oh, God, Jack. This is so wonderful!"

"Enjoy it, sweet one," he replied, determined not to 
ruin the beauty of the moment by his own passion.

"Pinch my nipples!" she implored desperately..
He obliged her and felt the girl's body shudder.

"Oh, Jack. Jack!"

She bounced on his cock with increasing enthusiasm as 
she rubbed her clit. He wished it were light enough to 
see her face, to witness her orgasm. He could not hold 
off much longer.

She indulged herself indeed. The girl screeched as she 
extracted the fullest pleasure from his cock and her 
finger. It seemed to go on for the longest time, the 
noise of her. And then she collapsed atop him. Jack 
held the slight girl to him, kissing the top of her 
head, as he slowly fucked her, wanting it to last 
forever. But, of course, that was not possible. He came 
with a whimper and then a shriek, grasping the small 
creature with his arms perhaps too tightly.

She suffered the discomfort for the duration of his 
passion.

"Let me go, Jack. You're stifling me," she finally 
complained.

* * *

They splashed naked in the small, weedy lake before it 
was light, before the birds began to cheep. Jack took 
the girl as he stood chest deep in the water, holding 
her to him with her legs around his hips. It was their 
forth time, yet her response was as fresh and excited 
as her first. When they were both finished they 
continued to cling together until his flaccid cock 
slipped out of her.

"I've changed my mind about older guys," she whispered 
teasingly.

"You're as pretty as a girl," he replied and poked a 
finger at her asshole.

"You'd hurt me there, mister. I'm just a slight little 
boy."

"You're not so small."

"But you're too big, mister. Let me introduce you to my 
sister. 

She loves to fuck although she's just eleven."

The two lovers played in the water, constantly in touch 
with each other, as the sky lightened and then distant 
clouds became enflamed in the glorious promise of a 
lovely, new day.

* * *

"I don't want to talk about myself, about my past," 
Mary said with some determination. "My memories are not 
happy ones, and there's nothing I can feel proud about. 
I want to start over."

"Yes, of course you could do that," Jack replied 
cautiously, "especially with all this money. But I 
don't think it would be wise of you to include me in 
your future plans."

"But you said we'd be together for a long time," she 
retorted with a pout.

"What I meant was that we'll know each other for years, 
be like business partners until we're finally safe from 
the feds."

"And what then?"

"I suppose we'll go our separate ways. You're really 
too young for me, Mary, and besides I don't want a 
permanent woman, much less a wife."

"A wife! Do you really think I would marry an old man 
like you?"

She began to sniffle. Jack pulled her to him and she 
snuggled in his arms.

"I think I'd be lonely without you, Jack. I've found 
you very comfortable over the past couple of days."
"I feel much the same, sweetheart. But let's not get 
carried away."

* * *

"The problem," Jack explained almost a week later, "is 
getting from this cabin to my apartment in Dearborn 
without being caught by the Feds."

"But how could they catch us? How could they find us?" 
Mary objected.

"I'm certain they know we're driving a green Taurus. We 
have to assume that. It would be best if we traveled at 
night, southwest down to Traverse City and then further 
south to Grand Haven. We could nap on the beach there 
for a while before heading east to Dearborn."

"That's rather round about, don't you think?"

"Yes. I know. But we have to do it. If we can make it 
to my place, we'll be home free with ten million 
dollars and our lives intact."

"You're not at all like Billy," Mary said in a quiet 
voice and touched Jack's cheek gently. "He would have 
gotten me caught right off. He didn't think things 
through like you. He wasn't very smart."

"There must have been something good about him, if you 
loved him so."

Mary gave him a wan smile. "He was family, of course, 
and I thought he was terrific in bed . . . that is, 
until I met you.

Jack knew he wasn't a spectacular sexual performer. He 
could only assume that Mary was petting his ego.

"Let's get packed," he said, eager for the trip.
They both stood and set about the task, which was 
finished quickly, when it was still too early to leave; 
the sun would not set for some time. Mary fidgeted at 
the table where she sat, bored. They had already fucked 
twice that day, and neither of them was in the mood for 
another go at it. It was rainy and unusually cool 
outside, so they were not tempted to go swimming or 
wander in the woods.

"Why don't you shave me?" she asked. "But you must 
promise not to nick my skin."

"Do you really want me to do that? You'll get very 
itchy, when the hair grows back in."

"You can shave me every couple of days. I haven't had a 
bald pussy in a while."

"You've done it before?"

"Ya. Some guys like to fuck girls who look very young."

Jack wondered what her words implied, but he did not 
ask for clarification. He retrieved his barber tools 
from an overnight bag.

"You're going to use a straight razor?" Mary protested, 
when he placed the implement on the table.

"Trust me, girl. I'll shave your most sensitive parts 
with a safety razor."

For the next forty minutes Jack labored with great 
deliberateness and skill in removing Mary's pubic hair. 
He finished the job by wiping her with a damp cloth and 
then stood back to admire his handiwork.

"My, my," he mused as he gazed at the naked girl on the 
chair.

"You're getting hard, Jack. I can see it."

"Yes, indeed I am. You are a pedophile's dream. You 
have the head of a lovely fourteen year old boy and the 
body of an eleven year old girl."

"So you are a pervert!" Mary cried aloud gleefully, 
spreading her naked legs provocatively.

"You possess a certain, unique beauty in this guise, 
Mary. It's very arousing. But I know that the girl I'm 
about to fuck is an adult."

Mary scampered onto the bed as Jack undressed.

"Ooh, Uncle Jack, you're so big," she taunted him in a 
false, little girl voice, raising her knees high and 
spreading her legs.

Jack climbed onto the bed, ran a cheek down a slender 
inner thigh and proceeded to eat out the hairless 
pussy, slurping it noisily.

Mary, no longer playing games, responded with profound 
sexual excitement. She gasped, cried and finally 
screamed in orgasm.

"That's enough Jack," she panted and pushed his head 
away. "Come atop me."
He did so quickly, holding his upper body high on 
straight arms in order to see the girl's face better 
which was beneath his chest. She smiled up at him as 
they pushed together, beginning a splendid fuck. He 
knew that his cock, encased delightfully in her warm 
tightness, would last some minutes before surrender 
became unavoidable. He was determined to fuck the girl 
silly. They thrust at each other with great enthusiasm. 
He watched as her pretty, boyish face began to grimace 
and emit spontaneous groans, as her eyes opened widely 
and stared into his own, as she began to roll her head 
with a gaping mouth.

"Jack!" she screamed and clawed his arms desperately.
He knew there was another, big one waiting to be 
released. He had come to know the girl's highly 
orgasmic nature intimately. He jammed at her 
relentlessly with grunts much like those of a tennis 
player, urging her to lose complete control, to screech 
in unbearable ecstasy, perhaps to faint from the utter 
shock of the experience. But his own pleasure was 
suddenly there! He could not restrain it. He 
surrendered himself to it just as Mary yelled at the 
top of her voice and then fell limp. Jack's body 
shuddered as he spurted into the slack body beneath 
him, whimpering as he gazed at the girl's dissipated 
face.

"Get off me!" she insisted a moment later, pushing at 
him. "I can't breathe."

* * *

It was late, but people were still about, when they 
drove through Traverse City, a largish place with 
hordes of tourists. The night enveloped them south of 
there. Everything outside the security of their vehicle 
was utterly foreign, although in daylight, they knew, 
it would all be normal and familiar.

"There's a car following us," Mary announced with 
considerable trepidation, when they were just north of 
Bear Lake.

"Yes. I've noticed it for the past several miles."
Jack slowed the Taurus, but the car behind did not 
catch up. He sped forward and it kept pace. Then, 
inexplicably, it turned off the highway leaving the 
dark road behind the two fugitives devoid of traffic.

"False alarm," Jack said tersely.

It must have been two in the morning, when they drove 
into Grand Haven and found their way to the beach and 
its parking lot. The waves of Lake Michigan roared in 
the chill night from a recent storm. Mary pulled a 
couple of woolen blankets from the trunk of the car, 
and the two of them trudged deep into the exquisite 
strand that Jack remembered so well from his childhood. 
He fell asleep almost immediately as he reclined onto 
the sand, Mary cuddling his head and pulling a blanket 
over him.

Jack was awaked by an ungentle kick to his side.

"You can't sleep on the beach," a male voice announced 
with smug authority.

Jack was dazzled by the glare of a flashlight that held 
his face without pity.

"My son and I were just resting. We're on a long trip."

"You can't sleep here. Now move it!"

Jack did not have to see the man. It was a cop's voice, 
recognizable whether it spoke in German, Russian or 
Chinese. Mary remained silent, playing a boy's part. 
They retreated sullenly to their car escorted by two 
policemen, entered it and then drove off. It was not 
yet three in the morning. When they were away from the 
town, Jack stopped the car at the edge of the road and 
had Mary replace him behind the wheel.

After an uneventful trip they reached Jack's apartment 
in Dearborn long after sunrise where he slept through 
most of the ensuing day.

* * *

Late afternoon sunshine streamed through the window, 
when Jack began to stir on the bed, waking from his 
long sleep. He stretched his naked body and then 
lightly grasped his rigid cock.

"Mary," he called, feeling an urge to play with the 
girl's small body, to have an orgasm inside her.

"Mary!" he called again, but there was no response.
Perplexed, he got up and went into the other room of 
his apartment where he found not the slightest trace of 
her. She was gone along with the briefcase. He rushed 
to the window to discover that his car was also 
missing.

"Shit!" he exclaimed loudly, although he mused to 
himself that he should have expected something of this 
sort.

He would miss the girl, he knew, and the almost kinky 
sex they had enjoyed during the preceding two weeks. He 
would certainly miss the money and the easy future it 
had promised him. But he especially regretted the loss 
of his car, which he dared not report stolen even for 
insurance purposes. His Taurus put him very much at 
risk. If Mary were caught, the car would lead directly 
to him. If he reported it stolen, he faced the same 
disastrous consequence.

Jack all of a sudden remembered the roll of cash he had 
stuffed into his trousers' pocket. He raced back to the 
bedroom and rummaged his slacks. It was still there; 
ten thousand dollars, which was small compensation for 
the loss of his car. He had a lesser amount in the 
bank, which he intended to withdraw the next morning 
and leave Dearborn, leave Michigan, indeed the entire 
United States.

He cooked eggs for himself as though for breakfast, 
although it was darkening outside. He missed the girl, 
the touch of her.

At nine o'clock that evening, when he was about to 
settle in for an adventure movie on television, the 
doorbell chimed. Jack froze in his chair until it 
sounded again. He then reluctantly got up, went to the 
door, opened it and was confronted by two policemen.

"Mr. Jack Flemming?" the sergeant inquired politely.

"Yes, I'm Flemming."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, Sir, but your car has been 
in an accident."

"Is Mary all right?" Jack asked impulsively.

"Yes, Sir, although she's in the hospital for 
observation. Is she old enough to drive? She has no 
identification."

"She's eighteen, my brother's girl. I let her have the 
car to go to an amateur theatrical. She's playing Peter 
Pan. Are you certain she's not hurt?"

"Yes, of course. And we wondered why she appeared to be 
a boy."

"I'll have to go see her, of course. Could you give me 
a ride?"

"Certainly. She's not far from here."

* * *

Jack fidgeted in the back seat of the squad car 
wondering whether the two men up front were really cops 
or guys from the agency who intended to kill him.

"Where's the car?" he asked cautiously.

"It's in the impound lot," the sergeant replied, 
looking over his shoulder at Jack. "I understand it's 
been totaled."

"There are things in it I'll need to retrieve."

"Of course, Sir. You can do that in the morning."

Jack felt somewhat relieved. It appeared the cops did 
not know the contents of the brief case and that the 
feds were not yet involved.

"Here we are, Sir," the sergeant announced as the 
driver pulled up to the emergency room entrance.
The cop led Jack into the building, down winding 
corridors to an elevator bay. They found Mary in a room 
on the ninth floor, which she shared with an old woman 
who wheezed loudly. The cop retreated to the corridor.

Mary was very alert. She looked fearfully at Jack with 
a sheet pulled under her chin, her head appearing to be 
that of a young boy.

"I understand you aren't hurt."

"Just a bump to my head. They want to be sure it's not 
a concussion."

"You wrecked my car."

"I've done worse than that, Jack, and you know it. I 
ran out on you and took everything with me."

"I can understand why you left, although you were very 
selfish about it. Did you really believe you could 
manage on your own?"

"Jack, the brief case is in the trunk of the car. Take 
it and leave me alone. I'm no good for you. Everything 
I've told you is a lie. I'm just a hooker who was going 
to party with those five guys at a cabin up in 
Escanaba."

"But were they feds?"

"Three of them were. The other two were Colombians. I 
got annoyed with them and stole their brief case before 
I fled."

"There was no Billy?"

"Not since I was eleven."

Jack stared down at the girl with a dour expression.
"I'm still at risk, Mary, because of that document. I 
can't let you wander off and get caught. You'll have to 
remain with me, however much you dislike it."

"How could you possibly want me after what I've done, 
after you know the sort of person I am?"

"It's not a matter of wanting you. It's one of 
survival. I won't ever trust you again, of course, but 
we'll manage. We're adults."

Mary began to whimper.

"I feel awful," she choked.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," Jack announced and 
left the room with the abruptness of nurse's aide.

* * *

By noon the next day Jack was back in his apartment 
with both Mary and the brief case. The two former 
lovers neither spoke nor touched. He spent a lot of 
time on the telephone arranging trips to the Cayman 
Islands and Zurich.

"I'll be gone for a few days," he finally said. "I'll 
set up an account for you in Zurich with two million 
dollars."

"Just two million?" she protested and then bit her 
tongue.

"That's fine," she added quickly.

She knew bitterly that she had lost the man, which was 
ironic, because she never wanted him in the first 
place. Still, they had enjoyed each other enormously in 
that north woods cabin.

"Do you want to party before you leave, sailor?" she 
asked, grasping desperately at levity.

Jack stared at her for long moments.

"I'd like to fuck you once more," he replied gruffly
He wanted to rape her ass, to inflict pain on her as he 
derived brutish pleasure.

She looked up at him with the visage of a pretty boy.

"I'm here for you, mister. I'm all yours."

They undressed silently next to the bed, staring at 
each other. When they were naked, Jack took the girl 
roughly, unmindful of her cries and protests. Yet she 
submitted to him willingly. He did not kiss her face, 
but bit her upper arms painfully, then her nipples and 
thighs. He intended to ream her ass in his sexual rage, 
although he didn't. He threw her half onto the bed and 
came atop her in a fury, jamming his cock into her 
shaved pussy violently. He banged on her without 
remorse, hurting her as he yelled obscenities. Mary 
responded with cries of pain and unexpected ecstasy. 

They screamed at each other as they fucked crudely like 
feral beasts seeking only their own pleasure. Mary 
convulsed in orgasm after orgasm, finally begging the 
man with desperate gasps to stop, which he would not. 

Mary screeched uncontrollably and then fainted. Jack 
slowed his thrusts. Tears streamed down his cheeks as 
he felt his moment approach. He pulled his cock out of 
the slack girl, stood and proceeded to spew copiously 
onto her unconscious face.

* * *

He left before she awoke. Days later Mary received a 
telegram informing her of an account number at a bank 
in Zurich which held her two million. There was nothing 
else in the message; no soft words, no good-bye. That 
night she tore at her hair and cried herself to sleep.

END 

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.  

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