It
was dark in the room when Paul woke up. The faint reflected light of moon and
stars giving notice of the late hour. Disoriented, it took him several seconds
to identify where he was and how he got there. Rising from the couch, Paul was
able to make out the steps rising from the sunken floor to the level of the
surrounding room. on reaching the door and opening it, Paul found the room
empty. Mike's various cases were laid open and empty on the floor and the house
was quiet. As he made his way through the room, Paul noticed light coming from
outside through the distant kitchen window. Paul glanced at the clock as he
entered the kitchen, 2AM. opening the door, he saw that the pool was lit as was
the workshop and the bath house. He decided to check the pool and workshop first
before entering the bath house. The pool was empty, and no footprints led from
it. The workshop was likewise empty but did show signs that someone had been
there working the wheel quite recently; a vase was on the wheel identical to the
one he had seen Lynnell throw and smash two days before. He returned to the area
behind the house and began to make his way towards the bath house.
The
light streaming from the window was unusually bright. Moving to the window to
look for the source, Paul saw Mike and Lynnell bending and looking at a video
monitor, whose wavering light exaggerated their expressions as they animatedly
discussed what they watched.
Paul
opened the door and entered the bath house as the animated discussion became a
raging argument "I'm pleased to see the two of you getting on so
well," he said when his approach had attracted their attention. They looked
sheepishly at each other and in unison as if practiced said, "He/She
started it!" The absurdity of the scene so overwhelmed Paul that he broke
out laughing. "What in the world are you fighting about?" He gasped
between fits of laughter. It was to no avail for in the moment ofits' asking,
their own laughter broke free, prompted by his own infectious laugh. After
several rounds of laughter followed by gasping for air, they all finally managed
to regain their composure. Mike and Lynnell explained that the tapes were
finished except for one to Lynnell's mother that she insisted on taping, alone.
Mike, ever accommodating, had agreed until she insisted no one see the tape
except her mother. Therein was the root of the argument. Mike, always the
attorney, insisted on checking the tape for legal land mines that could blow up
in their faces. Paul, in an effort to smooth things over suggested that they
skip the tape to her mother and get the tapes that were finished to Cleveland
before the networks picked up on the story. They all agreed that the wisest
course of action would be to move quickly and squash the story. That decided,
Paul and Lynnell helped Mike pack up the video gear and load it back into his
car. They returned to the living room for a final briefing on the next day's
events. Everything depended on Mike getting the police to release Lynnell's
mother, and getting her to a phone before she got drunk, or had time to think
things through. If it went as planned, by the following night, Paul would be
Lynnell's legal guardian. As they split up and headed for their respective
bedrooms, Mike asked them both to set their alarms for 6 AM to make sure that he
was up in time to catch the first flight to Cleveland. They both agreed and
soon, the house fell silent as sleep descended upon them all.
Dawn
comes quickly to the eastern facing mountains. By the time alarms began to ring,
the sun was well up and already drying the dew from the grass. Paul and Lynnell
exited their rooms at the same time and grinning in silent agreement, began to
pound on Mike's door, yelling loudly that it was time to
rise
and shine. From the sounds that issued from beyond the door, they had done their
job. Mike was awake and roaring with anger at being awakened in such a manner.
They both beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen before Mike could emerge to carry
out the threats he had made moments before. When he did arrive, he assumed a
nonchalance that tested their ability to hold back their laughter. offering to
help make breakfast, Mike took a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator and
asked them how they liked them. They both responded with scrambled, which
brought a sly smile to Mike's lips. He cracked half a dozen eggs into a bowl,
added milk, salt, and pepper and proceeded to pour the mixture over their heads
to the accompaniment of their howls of indignation and his cackles of laughter.
Setting the bowl on the counter, Mike turned back around and grabbed them both
by their ears and roughly pulling them out the door and towards the pool, he
exclaimed, "You two are filthy,, you need a bath," and shoved them
into the pool.
Coming
up from the water, spluttering for air, Paul called to Lynnell, "Get out of
the water Lynnell, we can't risk your back getting infected." The
announcement brought a halt to Mike's mirth and Lynnell climbed out of the pool,
shivering in the still cool morning air. Paul followed her out and headed for
the bath house to get some towels as Mike walked after him, apologizing every
step of the way. Returning with the towels, Paul hustled Lynnell into the
kitchen and began clearing the table so she could lay down and he could check he
back. Lynnell turned her back on the men and unbuttoned her dripping blouse and
laid face down on the table. Mike, having never seen the wounds, gasped as he
realized just how close a call the girl had when the cat attacked. He turned
towards Paul to apologize again but he had left the room to get the things from
the bathroom that he would need to clean the wound. "Does it really look
that bad?" Lynnell asked. "Paul won't let me see it but from the way
he acts, it must look gross." "Well," Mike replied as he began to
look at the marks with a more critical eye, "I don't see any obvious sign
of infection, in fact it seems to be healing rather nicely, but you know, I
didn't see the wounds when they first happened. I would imagine that they bled
quite a bit at first." "Yes they did." Paul answered as he
returned to the kitchen. "But once I got them cleaned up, I saw that it
wasn't nearly as serious as I had first imagined." With that said, Paul
began to clean Lynnell's back. "Buddy, I have got to go now if I'm going to
catch that flight to Cleveland. I'll call you as soon as I spring the girls'
mother. I can't tell you how sorry I am that I pushed you both in the pool.
I
just didn't realize how bad her back was." "No harm done," said
Paul as he continued to work on her back. "Good luck in Cleveland Mr.
James." Lynnell called after him as he walked out the door leaving the two
of them alone once again.
As
Paul was finishing with her back, he informed her that there was no sign of
infection and that he was going to leave it uncovered to help the healing
process. Lynnell, curious as to what to wear asked Paul what he would recommend.
"Well, I really think that you should leave it uncovered in any way,
let
the sun and the air get to it, that will help you heal faster than any thing
else." Lynnell thought for a moment and replied,, "If you think I
should, then I'll go topless for a couple of days but, I don't think I'll be
very comfortable that way. And what about you? Won't it bother you to have me
running around here half naked?" With hardly a pause, Paul replied,
"As
a matter of fact, it will be very distracting but, I know that. it is what's
best for your back and will help you heal. Besides," he added with a sly
grin, "Don't most young women want to get rid of their tan lines?"
Lynnell looked at Paul from the corner of her eye, and seeing that he was being
playful, Said with a wicked grin, "That's right, and if I'm going to be
working on getting rid of my tan lines, I really should work on all of them,
don't you think?" Paul, realizing that he had just been beaten at his own
game, called out, "Truce! I was just teasing. I can't have you running
around here naked.
What
if someone should come by?" They both laughed at the mental image and
decided that she should wear some kind of a top, if only for modesty. Paul
looked at the clock and seeing that it was after eight said, "Let's have
breakfast and then while you are getting some sun, I'll run into town and get
something for you to wear that won't hurt your cuts." Lynnell climbed off
the table and turning to Paul, put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek
saying, "Paul, you are just incredible, I doubt there is another man as
kind and thoughtful as you in the whole world." Releasing her grip on his
neck, she turned to the 'fridge and began to take out what she needed to make
breakfast.
While
Lynnell was making breakfast, Paul went to the workshop and checked the chlorine
level in the pool. Finding it satisfactory, he headed to the bath house and
checked the chlorine level in the hot tub, adding what was needed to bring it up
to a safe level. While he was there, he decided to get some time in on the
tanning bed and stripping off his clothes, he set the timer and laid down,
pulling the top down over him. Before the timer had rung, Lynnell entered the
room to tell him that breakfast was ready. Seeing his clothes on the floor, she
casually picked them up and walked out with them when Paul had acknowledged her
call to eat. Heading for the kitchen, Lynnell pitched his clothes in the laundry
room out of sight and began to serve up the meal. As she was buttering the last
piece of toast, Paul walked into the kitchen with just a towel wrapped around
his middle and said in an accusatory tone, "Some one is going to be in big
trouble if I find out that they took my clothes." Lynnell turned towards
him and with a wide-eyed innocent expression on her face asked, "What do
you mean, are your clothes missing?" Paul suppressed the desire to yell at
her and assuming an ominous silence, pulled out a chair and sat down. With a
critical eye for the distance to the table, he scooted the chair out about two
more inches and waited for Lynnell to set his plate in front of him. As soon as
she had set it down, he grabbed her and threw her over his knees. Using his hand
on the back of her neck to hold her down, Paul began to spank her very hard.
Lynnell screamed and wiggled and fought to escape the pain but it was to no
avail, she was firmly held in place by Paul's hand. "stop! Please stop!
That hurts damn it." Paul, on hearing her swear for the first time, said,
"I don't ever want to hear you use language like that again. Just for using
it, you are getting ten more whacks on your bare butt." He grabbed the
waist band of her panties and yanked them down to the middle of her thighs and
proceeded to spank her the ten more times he had promised her. By this time,
Lynnell was sobbing both from the pain and embarrassment she felt at being
treated like a child. When Paul was done, he let go of her neck and lifted her
back to a standing position saying as he did so, "I hope this teaches you a
lesson young lady. There is just to much at stake to play games with clothing.
I'm an adult, and you, although you are very mature for your age, are still a
teenager. As such, I expect and demand the respect due to me. Is that
understood?" Standing before Paul with tears flowing down her cheeks, she
nodded her head and reached behind her with both hands to rub her sore bottom.
Looking Paul in the eye, she pressed her legs together and her panties fell to
the floor. The sudden unexpected violence of the spanking had aroused her
passions to a never before experienced level. Wiping her face with the back of
her hand, she smiled at Paul and said, "A real man wouldn't just sit in a
chair with a naked woman in front of him. Are you a real man Paul?" Paul's
face clouded with anger and his hand shot out to grab her arm but she was to
fast and stepped back out of reach. Turning to walk around the table, she
suddenly stopped and hung her head in shame. Realizing that she had just broken
her promise to Mike James, she turned back around and walked to her panties. She
bent over and picked them up and stepped into them pulling them into their
proper position she looked at Paul and said in a soft voice, "Paul, I'm
sorry. That was really a mean thing to say and I didn't mean it. I was hurting
from the spanking and the suddenness of it just turned me on like nothing ever
had before. I'm sorry Paul. Please forgive me for my cruel remark, it won't
happen again, I promise."
The
clouds of anger slowly passed from Paul's face as Lynnell made her apology.
Holding out his hand to her, he silently asked her to come closer. Lynnell, not
knowing what would happen, hesitantly reached out and took his hand. Paul gently
pulled her closer and set her down on his lap. Putting his arm around her
shoulder he drew her to his chest and kissed her forehead. "How did you
know?" he asked. Puzzled at first she could only look up into his eyes.
Then it hit her, he knew that she knew about his impotency. Not wanting to lie,
she said, "Mike told me last night after you fell asleep in the office. He
was afraid that I wouldn't be safe here with you if you got over your problem. I
told him, no I promised him that I wouldn't provoke you or encourage you in any
way. But I also told him that I wouldn't stop you if you did want me."
"Will you answer a question for me?" Paul asked. Lynnell shook her
head yes and said, "Paul, I'll answer any questions you have." Paul
looked at her a moment and asked, "Are you still a virgin?" Lynnell
grinned and shook her head no. "Then I expect you have some idea of the
intensity of feelings that sex can have on someone. Just because I can't get an
erection, doesn't mean that I don't get aroused or turned on or even feel desire
or, if you prefer, lust like any other man. I meant it when I said that I would
be very distracted by you going topless until your back heals some more. You are
a very beautiful young woman, and the only thing that keeps me from trying to
make love to you, is your age. A man just doesn't have sex with an underage
girl. I have never been so drawn
to
someone so young in this way in my life. I just can't let myself fall from the
moral high ground into the moral and legal jungle of sex with a minor. Believe
me, I find you very beautiful and very sexy. I just can't let myself do anything
about it, understand?" Lynnell had silently begun to cry again during
Paul's speech. When he had finished, she put her arms around his neck and said,
"oh Paul, you are a man like no other man I've ever met." Lynnell
leaned forward towards Paul and whispered, "Please kiss me once like a man
kisses a woman, not like an adult kisses a child." Paul, knowing that it
was wrong,, gentle bent his head forward and kissed her forehead and said,
"I can't Lynnell, you know that." He held her close and kissed her
again as her tears slowly stopped falling on her breasts. She shuddered once,
took a deep breath and said, "Let's have breakfast."
Paul,
finishing his meal before her, rose from the table and said, "I've got to
get dressed to go to town. I'll be back in about an hour, so use the time I'm
gone to work on your tan." then, adding as though an afterthought, "I
noticed that your tan lines on your bottom really do need some work."
Lynnell's jaw dropped open in shock. She just couldn't figure this man out; one
minute he was virtually a prude, the next minute he was a dirty old man.
"Well, I'll try to fade them out so they won't be so noticeable the next
time you see them." she nonchalantly remarked. "Who says there will be
a next time to see them?" Paul called over his shoulder as he headed for
his room. Lynnell looked at the ceiling and said to the empty room, "That
man is going to drive me crazy." she got up and cleared the table putting
the dishes in the dishwasher and was about to go to her room when Paul
reappeared. "I'm off. Is there anything you need me to pick up while I'm in
town?" he asked. "Nothing I can think of," she replied. Paul put
his arm around her shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek and
said,
"If Mike calls, take a message and a number and I'll call him back
later." and walked out the door towards his car.
Once
alone, Lynnell headed for the pool and the warm morning sun. After laying out a
towel, she stripped off her panties and laid down to work on her tan. It didn't
take long for her to become drowsy and just 45 minutes after going out, she was
sound asleep. The sound of a car in the driveway woke Lynnell with a start.
Raising her head, she looked over her shoulder to see if it was Paul returning,
to her dismay it wasn't Paul. A delivery truck had pulled in and the driver was
out of the vehicle and headed for the kitchen door. After knocking on the door
several times, he folded a piece of paper and pushed it under the door and
walked to the back of the truck. Lynnell took the opportunity to quietly slide
into the pool where she moved to the nearest corner and peeked over the edge.
The man was unloading boxes and stacking them on a hand truck in preparation for
moving them. When he had finished unloading boxes. He had two trips worth of
material to move. Lynnell's only concern at that moment was where he was
planning to take his delivery. When the driver headed for the pool and workshop
area, Lynnell took a deep breath and sank beneath the surface
in
hopes of going unnoticed. She could here the driver walking by even underwater.
She was in luck, he didn't even slow down as he passed the pool. Slowly
surfacing to take a breath and look around, Lynnell saw that the driver was
stacking boxes next to the workshop door. She slowly sank under water again as
he finished and headed back for a second load. When she heard him pass, she
surfaced again to watch him load his hand truck with the last of the boxes. The
driver tipped the load back and started for the work shop again and Lynnell sank
beneath the surface once more. Feeling very clever, she came back to the surface
as he passed by the pool. The driver unloaded he boxes and started back for his
truck. Lynnell figured that the driver was oblivious to her presence and
remained above the water. As the driver neared her position, he spoke.
"Have a nice day, but don't get burned." Lynnell was flabbergasted.
Having thought she was virtually invisible to the driver, she was suddenly
embarrassed by his knowledge of her presence. The driver continued to his truck,
got in and backed out of the driveway leaving a very chagrined young lady
standing naked in the pool.
Paul
returned about an hour later. After being told what happened, he broke out
laughing. "I'm sorry, Lynnell," I forgot that I had a clay delivery
today. I imagine you were rather surprised at his failure to react to you,
weren't you?" Lynnell, irritated at his amusement said, "Yes I was,
don't most men at least look at naked women?" Paul replied saying,,
"Yes, most would but, he delivers to several groups in the area who are
free-spirited and only wear clothes when the weather forces them to. Besides, he
is a nudist himself. He belongs to the same nudist club that I do."
Lynnell's eyes bugged out as he told her this. "You mean to tell me that
you are a nudist? Is that why you don't seem to be bothered by me running around
only partially dressed?" Paul, still chuckling, said, "Yes, that's one
reason. After your back is healed, would you like to go?" "If you want
me to I'll go," she replied. "We'll talk about it more some other
time, but right now, why don't you go try this on?" said Paul as he handed
her a bag from the same sportswear shop where she had purchased her bikini.
Taking the bag and wanting a little revenge, Lynnell said, "If your a nudist, why should I go anywhere?" and pulled her panties off right there by the pool. opening the bag, she saw that there was more than one item inside. She took out a one piece swimsuit and put it on. it was cut very low in back and left her wounds free of pressure. Paul looked at it with a critical eye and said, "That will work fine. You can even wear it to town with shorts, a skirt, or some hip-hugger type jeans." Reaching back into the bag, Lynnell pulled out a small tangle of strings and material that when separated, turned out to be three bikinis identical to the one she had purchased but of different colors. Paul, seeing her quizzical look said, "I've got a show coming up in two weeks in Mission Beach, California, I thought you might want something to wear while we are there." Lynnell squealed with delight saying, "I've never, been to California. Do you really want me to come with you?" "Heck yes, who do you think is going to be carrying most of the works for the show? Remember, I hired you to work for me this summer?" That said, Paul picked up the bag, her towel, and her discarded panties and headed inside the house with Lynnell trailing behind.