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Chapter One: Bored and alone.

It was Saturday night and it was getting late. I had watched COPS for an hour, having gotten my weekly dose of schadenfreude from watching people with lives even more miserable than my own have theirs go down the tube in front of the whole country, and now I was sitting in front of the computer finishing my final beer of the evening.

I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but was just skipping around from site to site, hoping to make my eyes tired enough so that sleep would come easier for me.

That was what my life had been reduced to after my wife passed away a couple of years ago at the age of 53.

After she died, I lost interest in much of everything. Sold our house and got rid of most of all the stuff we had collected over the years as well. So now here I was in a very modest studio apartment, pecking away a keyboard. For the hell of it, I visited a dating site and scrolled through a bunch of pictures of people, hoping to find someone that I knew.

For some reason, the prospect of seeing a familiar face there had always interested me, and was what had probably kept me from putting my own picture on one of them. To me, it seemed like an act of desperation to do that. Whether my reluctance to do that meant I wasn’t desperate enough yet, or had gone beyond the point of desperation, was something I wasn’t sure of.

I was just about to move on to somewhere else, perhaps to go read a story at literotica that would move me enough to have a goodnight wank, when a picture caught my eye. I clicked to enlarge it, and found myself fascinated by the woman. Fascinated enough to read her profile that accompanied the photo.

“Not a very discriminating woman,” I said aloud as I examined what qualities she was looking for. Apparently she was looking for a man of any race, height or weight aged 18 to 99. The brief note attached said only that she was very shy and was looking for a nice man.

“I’m your man,” I noted as I examined the picture closely, and the more I looked at the girl in the photo, the more aroused I got.

I’m betting that the chances are good that most other guys that had ever stopped at her image had got an erection from looking at this woman’s picture, but I’m not most other guys. I’ve always had what most people would consider a contrary view on what type of woman I found attractive.

Jan or Marcia Brady? Jan in a landslide. Mary Ann or Ginger? Not even close. I thought that Adrian looked hot when she worked at the pet store in the beginning of the movie “Rocky”. For whatever reason, the more plain and awkward a woman was, the more they turned me on.

Maybe it was because they weren’t as full of themselves as the classically attractive women often seemed to be. Perhaps it was because I’m no Brad Pitt myself. My late wife was probably considered plain at best by most people’s standards, but she excited me from the first day we met right up until the end.

This woman didn’t look like my wife, so that wasn’t what attracted me to the photo. This girl wore thick glasses and had a facial expression that made her look like she was in pain. She had thick, bushy eyebrows and mousy brown hair that went down to her shoulders.

She had posed next to a fence, wearing a shapeless sweater and slacks, and while it was tough to get any sense of proportion from that, she seemed to be above average in height and skinny. It was almost as if whoever had taken the picture was trying to make her look as unappealing as possible, and judging by the length of time her ad had been on the site, it apparently had worked.

For the heck of it, or maybe because of the encouragement of the alcohol, I answered the ad. I told her that I found her quite pretty, and thought I had the qualities she was looking for, namely because the only qualifications she had set down were to be a nice guy between the ages of 18 and 99.

After replying, I promptly forgot about it, until a few days later when I got an e-mail from someone whose name I didn’t recognize.


Chapter Two: I’m Gail.

It took a minute for me to figure out who this person was before it finally registered. The girl from the ad. She had replied to my response to her ad, and said that I seemed like a nice guy and would like to meet me.

Her exact response was…

“Hello. My name is Gail. You answered my personal ad. You seem like a nice guy. If you want to meet me, tell me what day and time and I will meet you at the mall.”

Nice guy? All I had done was to tell her that I thought she was pretty and that I fit all the qualifications she had set forth in her profile. There were no qualifications, so how she thought I was a nice guy from that was baffling.

She didn’t even seem to want to know anything about me, only offering to meet me at the mall. I was fully prepared to tell her everything she wanted to know with complete honesty, and after I did that I would have expected her to run for the hills.

What would I have told her?

“Hi Gail. My name is Chuck. I’m 56 years old which means I’m probably old enough to be your grandfather. I haven’t been laid in almost a year and I’m so horny that the crack of dawn looks good to me. I like homely girls because they turn me on and because they aren’t used to having guys make runs at them, and I’m not particular about age or the looks either. Only the gender.

What do I want to do on a date? Besides going to a movie and having dinner? Besides having a nice conversation and finding out all about each other? Hell, I want to kiss, neck and have sex. On my perfect date I’d love to eat pussy and have my cock sucked. I don’t really need an extended courtship. I’m pretty easy in that regard. Let’s just get in bed and go nuts. The rougher the better, too.”

Well, maybe I wouldn’t have said it in those words, but if she could read minds that’s what she would have learned. So I answered her, telling her that I would be at the mall on the bench in front of Friendly’s at 5 Saturday afternoon, wearing a green cap.

Gail said fine.

Chapter Three: Meeting Gail.

I saw her first, I believe, even though I was only going by the memory of her picture. She was walking along the fronts of the stores as she headed toward Friendly’s where I sat waiting as promised.

Her glasses were so thick that she probably couldn’t see all that well, and as she got closer, I learned that the picture hadn’t been insulting to her, but might have even put her in a good light.

She was a combination of Rocky’s Adrian, Jane Hathaway from the Beverly Hillbillies, and Ugly Betty. She looked meek and almost terrified to be out in public, as her head darted around at every sound in the crowded mall.

What was my reaction to seeing this train wreck of a girl for the first time in person? I was hard as blue steel. Our eyes met briefly when she approached the entrance of the restaurant and looked my way, but when she saw me she quickly looked away and kept walking.

“Oh well,” I said aloud as Gail skittered down the mall walkway and out of my life.

I mean, I know I’m not Brad Pitt or anything, but I’m not that bad looking, even if I do look a little scary. I look a little like Patrick Stewart from Star Trek, but I’m 6’3″ and about 240 pounds, and because I work construction I’m still very fit for my age.

So when this girl went running away, I figured that I had hit rock bottom. When women like this Gail run away, I guess it may have become time to stay home and spend my remaining years jerking off to porn.

While I sat there and contemplated my next move, I happened to look up for a minute, and when I did, I saw the reflection of Gail in the glass of the store window. She was on the other side of the mall behind me, looking at me as she walked slowly around the circuit.

Well, well, well, I thought. Isn’t she clever? Checking me out like that, and the very thought of it brought my hard-on back. There was hope for me after all, so I stayed on the bench and waited. And waited. And waited some more.

Finally, I saw her coming around again in front of me. This time I pretended not to notice her, figuring that she would be less nervous than if I was sitting there leering at her like the Big Bad Wolf.

Here she comes… and there she goes, walking right on past again. I started laughing as she went down the length of the mall again, and was not surprised at all when I saw her reflection once again as she walked behind me.

This was cute, and I was enjoying it in a strange way, but it was getting a bit old when she did it yet again, so after she made the grand circuit once again, I decided to end this and get down to business.

After she passed behind me and went down to the far end of the mall again, I got up and ducked inside of Friendly’s and waited for her to come around again. This time, when she saw the empty bench, she looked around, her head darting from side to side as she tried to figure out what had happened to me.

“Hello Gail,” I said as I came up behind her, and her purse flew out of her hands as she jumped in shock.

I helped her pick up the contents of her purse, which consisted primarily of a bunch of rolls of life savers that were in various stages of fuzziness and size, and handed the stuff to her as we rose.

“Sorry,” I said. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I just got dizzy watching you walk around the mall like you were.”

“Oh,” Gail said, mumbling into her jacket.

“Didn’t like what you saw, or couldn’t make up your mind?” I asked in as soft a voice as I could manage.

“Dunno,” Gail mumbled.

“Well, would you like to get a bite to eat or something?” I offered, gesturing toward the restaurant.

“Okay,” Gail said, and as I escorted her inside, I shook my head in disbelief, wondering if the 3 words I had coaxed out of her so far was any indication of what I was in store for.


Chapter Four: Gail talks.

Gail took her jacket off, but the shapeless sweater gave few hints as to what was underneath, except that there didn’t seem to be much. That was fine by me, because I have never been much of a breast man. Just a handful, or even a mouthful was fine by me.

Gail’s fingers were skinny and the nails looked like they had been chewed very short. Her hair was medium brown and fairly long, and she had big teeth. Her glasses dominated her face and obscured her thick bushy eyebrows, and the specs sat on the bridge of a nose that was a little on the large side.

“So, Gail,” I said as she perused the menu. “How many times were you going to walk around before you came up to me?”

“Dunno,” she said. “Never did nothing like this before.”

“Plus, you didn’t know my name,” I added.

“Yeah, I forgot to ask.”

Eureka! A more than one word answer. I liked the shyness of the girl, and her looks were growing on me.

“Well, my name is Charlie – Chuck if you prefer.”

“My name is Gail.”

“I know,” I told her. “How old are you? You’re 18 I assume.”

“No,” Gail said, and a wave of terror washed over me as I looked around for Chris Hanson and the ambush cameramen. “I’m 20.”

“Oh good,” I said with great relief. “Want to know anything about me?”

“I dunno,” Gail shrugged. “You’re big. Tall, I mean, and you look like you got lots of muscles. Kind of scary looking.”

“Well, I’m 6’3″ and I guess I am rather strong, but I would never hurt you,” I assured her. “The scary part, well, I guess I can’t help that.”

“You look like that guy on the TV,” Gail said, seeming to rack her brain trying to remember who she meant, before her eyes lit up.

“Mr. Clean!” Gail announced with great joy.

“Oh, well, I guess that’s not too bad,” I said. “Could be worse.”

“Yeah, he cleans stuff good,” Gail informed me. “We use his stuff at work.”

I managed to discover that Gail cleaned offices on the midnight shift, so things were really picking up on the information front. I soon found out that Gail liked cheeseburgers too, since that was what she ordered.

“You look like somebody too,” I said. “Let me think for a minute.”

“Guy at work told me that I looked like Julia Roberts,” Gail opined.

“Really?” I mused, trying to figure out how in the world Gail would look anything like the star of Pretty Woman.

“I think it’s because I got hair under my arms,” Gail informed me. “One time he peeked down my sleeve and saw it.”

“Oh,” I said, and while being a child of the 60’s, that sort of thing not only didn’t bother me in the least but in fact made her more interesting, it seemed to be a lot of information to lay on someone so early in our relationship.

“I was thinking more along the lines of Shelley Duvall,” I said. “She was in “The Shining”.”

“Oh, I know her. She was in “Popeye” too,” Gail proclaimed proudly. “Don’t know if she has hair under her arms or not though.”

“I don’t remember,” I answered, almost choking on the water I was drinking. “Maybe she shaved hers.”

“I suppose,” Gail said. “I wasn’t allowed to.”

“Really?” I asked. “Is that for some religious reason?”

“No,” Gail replied in a matter-of-fact manner. “Daddy wouldn’t allow it.”


Chapter Five: Gail and Daddy.

“Oh,” I answered, grateful that our food arrived before the resulting silence got even more uncomfortable than the conversation had been.

“You’re old, aren’t you?” Gail said between bites of the burger that she attacked with vigor.

“56. Is that too old for you?” I asked.

“No. My Daddy is 58.”

“Your father seems to be a big influence on your life,” I said.

“Yeah. He’s not around anymore.”

“Oh, did something happen to him?”

“He’s in jail,” Gail informed me.

“Jail?” I choked out. “Why is he in jail?”

“He got mad at somebody.”


“He’s got a powerful temper.”

“I see,” I answered. “So, you live with your Mom?”

“No, she went away a long time ago,” Gail said. “Dunno where.”

“So you live alone?”

“Yep,” Gail said, polishing off her burger and looking for the waitress. “I think you get a free sundae with this meal.”

“Sure, you can have one either way,” I said, enjoying the glint in her eyes as she ordered her ice cream with extra sprinkles.

“I’m glad you snuck up on me,” Gail announced. “Else-wise I would have just gone home.”

“I’m glad I did too,” I told Gail. “Have you met other men from this dating website?”

“No, I just got a computer a few months ago. No way Daddy would let one of them in the house, and he would kill me if he found out. You’re the first man I actually met. I had a few other guys come up to the mall, but…”

“You walked around in circles until they left?” I asked, and Gail nodded.

“I was kinda afraid to meet them.”

“So you don’t date very much?”

“Does this count as a date now?” Gail asked. “Because if it is then this is the first one I’ve ever been on.”

“Your first date?” I exclaimed. “Ever? Not even back in school?”

“Heck no,” Gail said. “Daddy wouldn’t let me date nobody.”

My cock surged in my pants as I thought of the possibility of getting into some pristine territory. A virgin!

“He was strict, I take it?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” Gail said, her spoon rattling as she dropped it into her empty sundae dish. “Strict and jealous.”

“So then I guess that means you were Daddy’s little girl?” I suggested. “I suppose that means that you’ve never been out with a man before?”

“Is this a date?”

“I suppose you could call it that,” I said.

“Then this is the first.”


Chapter Six: More with Gail.

“That seems strange,” I said. “A pretty young gal like you not going out with guys.”

“I’m not pretty,” Gail said glumly.

“You are to me,” I opined. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Haven’t you ever heard anybody say that before?”

“Not to me.”

“Well, I might be old and scary looking, but I am honest, and I find you very attractive,” I said, enjoying seeing a little color rise in Gail’s pale complexion.

After we left the restaurant, we walked around the mall for a while. There were no movies playing that Gail wanted to see, but thankfully, as we walked Gail became more relaxed and the conversation improved greatly.

When we first started conversing at the restaurant, I initially thought that she was either mentally challenged, or at the very least, what we used to call slow. All of the monosyllabic answers and odd references led me down that road, but as we kept talking, I learned that wasn’t really the case.

She didn’t have a speech impediment, and wasn’t a dullard. She was just very nervous and painfully shy. It was like she had been locked in a cellar all of her life, and had just recently been let out to see the world. Sadly, that wasn’t really far off the mark.

“Did you have a good time?” I asked as I watched the stored starting to close around the mall.

“Yeah. You’re a nice man.”

“Just like I told you,” I said proudly, not believing that I had just spent four hours with this girl, and that the time had not dragged at all.

“Would you like to go out on another date?” I asked.

“Really?” Gail answered, with a look on her face that suggested I must be crazy.

“You said you had fun,” I said. “Maybe next week?”

Gail agreed, and after not giving me her phone number, claiming to not have one, she also declined my offer of a ride, saying she had driven.

Gail also didn’t want me to walk her to her car, saying she was parked way in the back, so I settled for a handshake at the mall entrance. As we shook hands, I leaned forward and gave Gail a kiss. Not anything major, just kind of a peck on the lips. She seemed shocked, but smiled afterward, and actually said thanks before heading out to the parking lot.

I watched Gail walk through the lot, and she kept looking back at me for some reason. I ducked out of sight, thinking that she must be really paranoid or something, not wanting me to see her car license plate number or something.

Suddenly, just before I started to walk back through the mall to my car, I saw Gail darting between the cars. I figured she might have forgotten where she parked, and having done that a few times myself I could understand that.

Instead, she went over to the bus stop and ducked into the glass enclosed waiting area out in the center of the parking lot. My first instinct was to go get her and insist on taking her home, but I thought that might freak her out, so instead I went to get my car.

After starting to drive home, I decided to drive around to the bus stop, just to see if she was still there. As I approached the kiosk, I saw her getting on a bus along with a bunch of other people, so just for the heck of it I decided to follow the bus to see where she got off.

Stalking? Maybe, but I had no evil intentions, and was just curious as to why she was being so secretive. The bus headed downtown, and it was a slow and stop and start journey, but it wasn’t like I had anything else to do, so I kept at it.

The bus kept going and going, and headed into areas of the city that I hadn’t been in for many years, and with good reason. Her trip had started in the suburbs and went into what might be politely called a depressed area, finally ending in an area that seemed to fall in a category well below ghetto.

I watched from afar as Gail walked down the depressing street before disappearing into a house that didn’t seem fit for human occupation. The ride home for me was not a happy one, and it wasn’t because I thought anything less of her for living where she did, just because I felt bad for her.


Chapter Seven: Date number 2.

Our method of conversation became e-mails, and we chatted all during the week and got to know each other a little more. We arranged through e-mails to meet at the mall that next Friday, and this time when she saw me she came right up to me instead of circling around. When I mentioned that, Gail giggled and shyly buried her chin into her jacket, making her look more adorable than ever to me.

We ate at the mall, going as upscale as the mall got by going to Applebee’s, and when Gail asked me if she could get a glass of wine with dinner, she seemed elated when I assured her it was fine with me.

“I take it you aren’t much of a drinker,” I suggested, after watching Gail wince as she sipped her Merlot.

“Always wanted to try a glass of wine,” Gail said. “Daddy would flip his lid if he saw me now.”

“Seems like there were a lot of things your father didn’t let you do,” I mentioned. “How long is he going to be incarcerated?”

“Three to five,” Gail said. “Years.”

“None of my business, but you’re probably old enough to break free of him and get on with your life, no matter how much you love him.”

“I didn’t say anything about loving him,” Gail said in a cold tone.

“Oh,” I said, stunned at her curt response. “I figured that with the way you talked about him…”

“Just because you’re afraid of somebody, doesn’t mean you love them.”

“Right,” I said finally. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Gail assured me, and we ate the rest of our meal in relative silence.

“I didn’t mean to ruin dinner for you,” I said after we left the restaurant and began walking around the mall.

“You didn’t,” Gail said quickly. “That was delicious. Never ate at such a fancy place before.”

“I meant with the conversation,” I responded, trying to figure out how anybody could call the place we had just left fancy.

“No, that was my fault,” Gail replied. “The way I was probably talking about him, I guess you must have thought I worshipped him or something.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with looking up to your father,” I said. “My Dad, I still remember…”

“I hate his guts,” Gail spat out, her placid demeanor replace by something I didn’t recognize. “I hope somebody slits his throat in prison, or he kills somebody else and has to spend this rest of his life in there.”

So much for asking about whether Gail visited him often in prison, I thought to myself as I watched the fire in Gail’s eyes. I guess that explained the part about his fiery temper and how much she kept mentioning it. We had made our way down to a quiet part of the mall, where the major tenant had just cleared out when the chain had gone belly-up, so I figured we were about as alone as we could be.

“So, I guess his temper… I mean I suppose he beat you?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” Gail said quietly. “I learned a long time ago though, that if I didn’t want to get beaten, I better do what he said.”

“Then why,” I started to ask. “I mean, what did he do to you…”

That was as far as I got with the question, because when I looked up at Gail, the fire was gone from her eyes. It was replaced by a look that I can’t put into words, but when our eyes met, she didn’t have to answer. Her lips were quivering and when tears started to pour down her cheeks I reached out and grabbed her, for fear she was going to faint.

“No,” I said aloud, my voice involuntarily saying what was going through my mind, and as Gail practically collapsed into my arms I held her tightly while she let out what had been building up inside of her all of her life.


Chapter Eight: Dad.

I managed to get us over to a bench and held Gail while she cried and cried, her body shaking as she broke down until she had no more tears left inside of her, and only when she had been able to get some of her composure back did she allow me to let go of her.

“Sorry,” Gail said while taking off her glasses, drying them and her tear-stained face before sliding them back on.

“How long did this go on?” I asked, not knowing what to ask but unable to let it go.

“I dunno,” Gail said. “Guess I don’t remember when he wasn’t doing stuff to me. Way before my mother left us. 10, 11 years maybe?”

“She just left?” I asked, stunned that a mother would just take off without her daughter.

“She was going to take me, and we were all packed up and ready to leave,” Gail explained. “I remember it was a Friday afternoon and I had just gotten home from school. She had my stuff all packed in a suitcase, or at least all she could fit in, and she was telling me that we were leaving.”

“I didn’t know what was going on,” Gail said. “I know they always fought and everything, but this was still home to me, so while I was asking Mom why we were leaving, my father opened the door. He must have just got fired from another job or something, or had been drinking and run out of money.

“He looks at us and the suitcases and laughs, and asks Mom where she thought she was going<" Gail continued. "Mom says that she's doing what she should have done years ago, which was leave and take me with her." "You can leave whenever you want," he tells her. "She stays." "He pointed at me when he said that, and then reached over and grabs Mom by the blouse with one hand while pounding her face with the other. By the time he stopped hitting her I couldn't even recognize her. He let her leave, but without me, and told Mom that if she ever came near the house again, or told the police or anybody else, he would kill her and me too." "He likely would have too," Gail added. "After that, I did what I was told to do for the most part. I was his daughter, and his maid, and then pretty much became his wife. Whatever a man can do to his wife, I suspect he did to me, and probably more." "He used to tell me that I was lucky, because I was just as ugly as my mother had been," Gail said. "Nobody else would ever want to touch me, so I should be happy that he was willing to fuck me. Keep your mouth shut about all this and be grateful. Those were his famous words. I had been trying to control my emotions through all of this, and while I hadn't been completely successful, at this point I fell apart. Holding my head in my hands, I cried myself. For Gail, for myself, and for this whole stinking world that we found ourselves in. "I'm sorry," Gail said softly while putting her hand on my shoulder. "I didn't mean to say all that. It just came out. Never told nobody about that before. I just had to tell somebody, and for some reason I told you. You seem so nice, and I thought I could trust you." ......... Chapter Nine: Trust me? "I'm no better than he was," I finally said. "Last week, after we split up, I watched you go through the parking lot and go to the bus stop. When I got to my car and saw you get on the bus and followed you home." "Why?" "Curious," I guess. "Wondering why you had been so secretive. It wasn't like I had anything else to do at home. I didn't mean anything by it. I guess I just didn't want the evening to end. I enjoyed talking to you, and after you started talking back, I loved talking WITH you." We both laughed at that, and it gave me a chance to wipe my face off. "Guess I just should have said I was going to catch a bus," Gail said. "I was embarrassed about not having a car, and especially about where I live." "And the other stuff," I said, having great difficulty in finding the right words. "I mean, I'm as old as your father, and I feel ashamed. The stuff that I was thinking of when I thought of you." "What stuff?" Gail asked, scrunching up her face as she tried to figure out what I was babbling about. "You know. Thinking about kissing you," I answered. "Not like when we kissed last week, but really kissing you. Touching you. Holding you. Making love to you." "Oh," Gail said, swallowing as she looked at me. "Well, you aren't my father." "But still..." "You aren't my father, and it's not wrong for you to think those things about me," Gail reminded me. "Isn't that what men and women think about each other when they are with each other? I'm not absolutely sure about that, because nobody ever thought about me in that way before." "I like you feeling like that about me," Gail concluded. "A lot." It seemed that we had managed to close the mall again, so as the place started shutting down for the night, we got up and headed toward the exit. I reached down and took Gail's hand, which was as moist as my own was, and I was pleased when she held on to it tightly. "Look, at least let me drive you home tonight," I said, not able to bear seeing her waiting for a bus after all we had gone through. "No," Gail said, stopping and facing me while biting her lip. "I don't want to go home tonight. Not back there." .......... Chapter Ten: Home. "As you can see, this is no palace either," I told Gail as I let her into my modest dwelling. "It is compared to what I'm used to," Gail said. "It's really cozy." "I guess," I agreed. "But when you're alone it can seem pretty big." The kitchenette, and the bathroom were all there was outside of a love seat, a TV and a dresser. That, and the bed, which stood ominiously in the corner, but Gail paid it no mind. "You two looked so happy," Gail said, picking up the picture of my late wife and I, taken many years ago outside of our house. "We were," I said, smiling at the image of us young lovebirds who never thought that we would ever be separated. "What's it like?" Gail asked. "Being in love?" I replied. "It's like you're on a cloud and the whole world is spinning around but nothing else matters besides the two of you." "Making love, I mean," Gail asked. I stood in awkward silence, not knowing what to say. Gail looked so fragile and helpless, yet I couldn't move or speak. "I know what you must think of me, after everything I said," Gail finally said in a resigned tone, shrugging as if my mute stupidity was a judgement of her. "No," I finally said. "You don't. I'm just... never was good at this stuff." I was used to towering over other people, especially women, but because Gail was rather tall, it meant that I only had to lower my head a little bit to kiss her. She kissed me back, with an enthusiasm that set me back on my heels for a second. We made our way to the loveseat, where we necked with the passion of a couple of teenagers, which one of us most certainly was not, but I made up for my aged state with some enthusiasm of my own, and after a few minutes of that I was getting a full head of steam up. It didn't hurt that Gail had taken to squeezing my biceps while we necked, and seemed to take special delight when my muscles would tense up as we moved. Emboldened, I moved my hands down to the modest swells in her sweater, and when I cupped her right breast in my hand we were both shocked. I was shocked to find that their was a lot of fabric there, what with the sweater and the brasieere, and not a lot of Gail. Fine by me, because I love small breasts, but disconcerting to Gail, who tried to fend me off. "It's okay," I said. "You're beautiful to me." Gail made a face but stopped resisting my advances, and I soon worked my hand under her sweater and advanced toward her breasts. Her bra was padded, outrageously so, and when I slipped my hand under the harness and slid it upward, I was expecting to find a small breast waiting for me, and I wasn't disappointed in that regard. Gail was kissing me with her eyes open, looking at me as if I was going to be disappointed, but I kissed her with a smile on my face. "Just like I thought," I said while my hand massaged the tiny breast that didn't come close to filling my palm. "Gorgeous. I want to see you. I want to see all of you." Gail lifted her arms and let me lift the sweater off of her. Because of my gropings, her bra was tangled around enough to almost strangle her, but I tenderly unhooked the harness as my eyes took in her sweet beauty. I had never seen breasts so small on a woman before, and the sight of her made my already crowded slacks unbearble. Even on a woman with a smaller frame, Gail's breasts would look small, but on a girl with such a large frame, her breasyts looked lost. About the size of limes cut in half, Gail's breasts were almost all aureola, and the crimson buds were topped by stout pegs of nipples that screamed to be caressed, or better yet, sucked on. Leaning forward, my mouth swooped down and took in all of Gail's tit, and I sucked on her tiny teat like a starving man. Any fears that I was sucking too hard were gone when Gail's hand pushed the back of my head into her even harder. I went back and forth between the little buds, my hand and mouth keeping both of them occupied, and while Gail might have been shocked at my almost rabid excitement toward what she seemed so ashamed of moments earlier, she was clearly enjoying what I was doing. Her chest was heaving and her breathing was even more rapid than my own was, no mean feat considering that I was almost hyperventilating. My eyes happened to catch a glimpse of something while Gail was reaching up and clutching at my bald skull, and when I grabbed her wrist and lifted her arm back over her head, she tried to stop me, but I was beyond restrainant by then. "Julia," I said with a smile, remembering her awkward comment about who she thought she looked most like on our first date, while my eyes devoured the sight of the abundant spray of hair that graced the deep hollow of her armpit. I moved my head down and buried my face in the rich tuft of hair, which was soft and almost scent-free, and as I let my tongue move up and down the cavernous recess from her bicep to just above her rib cage, Gail started writhing and squirming. Her free hand was clutching at my shirt, first trying to undo the buttons, and then seemingly trying to rip the shirt off of me as I kept her other arm pinned down on the back of the love seat. When I came up for air, Gail's shaking hands went down the remaining buttons of my shirt in no tim. Her hands were not trembling because of fear, however, but from something totally different. ........... Chapter Eleven: To the bedroom - five steps over. We were going to bed, but while that was my idea intially, it became Gail's show as we moved across the room, clothes flying off of us as we went. I eased her down on the bed and got her jeans off of her, her long and skinny legs as pale as a ghost and smooth except for a light sprinkling of down on the insides of her lower calves. When I reached up to take her very modestly cut white panties off, I wasn't surprised to see hairs peeking out from the inside elastic of her panties, but was delighted to feel that the cotton was very damp. I relieved her of her soggy undies, exposing a bush that was every bit as widespread and thickly endowed with hair as I had hoped. I wanted to go down on Gail and bury my face in that thick pelt, but she was sitting upright in a flash, pushing me upward as she worked my belt lose and undid my pants while I stood up straight. Gail's hands pushed my slacks downward, but left me to kick them off myself as her hands reached up for the elastic of my boxers and yanked them down. Her face looked shocked as my cock swung upward upon being released from confinement, and almost hit Gail in the face as it swayed up to point at her. She had a shocked look on her face as she saw me, and when she briefly glanced up at me she looked terrified. I'm no John Holmes, but I am 6'4" and my cock is more or less proportional to my size, so I guess she might have been put off momentarily. Gail recovered quickly, moving her hands up to grab the shaft of my cock while kissing the fat crown, but I knew I wouldn't last a minute if that started happenning. I eased Gail back down onto the bed, my hand reaching between her legs and finding the opening with my fingers instantly in her wet bush. Gail's hand was on my cock, pulling me towards her. She was in no mood for foreplay, so I let her pull me inside of her. She cried out as I sunk into her warmth, the walls of her pussy as tight as a vise as I tore slowly into her, but she was clawing at my arms and shoulders as she implored me to sink deeper. Veins and tendons were bulging in Gail's neck and shoulders, and her face was beet red as she tried to wrap her long legs around my ass. I probably looked much the same as she did, but I don't think either one of us cared at this point. As for me, I was trying desparately not to cum as I felt my cock get kneaded my her insides as I kept moving more of me into her. I felt her legs tighten around me, and we began moving in rhythm, and once we started moving, there was no stopping us. It must have been a combination of my years of loneliness and lust for this gentle creature, combined with a lifetime of frustration on Gail's part, but for whatever reason, it all worked. It wasn't pretty; We kissed, nibbled and pretty much slobbered over each other like animals as we thrashed around all over the bed, coming periously close to falling off a couple of times. Gail came at least twice, the first time bringing a muffled cream out of Gail that sent chills down my spine as she clawed at my back with her mouth buried in my neck. The second time was a more passive orgasm, or so it seemed to me at the time. Perhaps that was because I was cumming too, and after I filled her with my seed we were both laughing, crying and hugging each other like we were out of our minds. Gail tried to say something as I held myself above her, my sweat dripping all over her soggy body, but she couldn't get anything out, at least not much more than the word "That", but I understood. "The first time should be special," I said softly as I felt myself go limp inside of her, and as far as I was concerned, for her that was the first time. Nothing before that mattered. ............ Chapter Twelve: Nibbling. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night to the very pleasant sensation of Gail's mouth nibbling on my nipple while her hand was stroking the hair on my chest. My arm was under Gail's neck and had fallen asleep, but the tingling was bearable because I didn't want to interrupt Gail and her playfullness. She was fiddling around with me like I was a new toy, kissing and touching me all over like she was trying to wake me up. I managed to maintain my 'pretending to still be asleep' image until Gail moved her face over and began kissing my armpit, much like I had done hers. It felt ticklish at first, but the more her tongue worked around, the more stimulating it got. That, combined with the fact that my cock was getting hard as a result, gave me away, and so I pulled her close to me. "You got me," I laughed as we looked down at my cock pointing upward. "That felt nice." "I like it when you did it to me, so I thought I would try it," Gail said, toying with the hairs she had moistened. "You smell nice, but I have more hair under my arms than you do." "I should get rid of it now, right?" Gail said, feeling the release of the influence of her father at last. "Not on my account," I said. "I'm a child of the sixties, you know. It's your body and your choice." "Well, I want to be - you know," Gail said. "I want to be as nice for you as I can. If we are still going to - you know? If you still like me." "Like you?" I asked, looking into those big eyes and feeling something more than that but not wanting to say it. "I'm crazy about you. Can't you tell?" "No. I mean, I think so, but I never had anybody like me before. Really like me, you know?" "Well, you do now," I said. "Nothing matters except now and tomorrow. Besides, there's another way you can tell how I feel about you." Gail giggled when she saw my cock pointing up towards our faces, and she brought her slender hand down and began stroking the underside of my erection, and her touch made it twitch, to her delight. "You thing is big, isn't it?" Gail asked, taking a hold of her toy and slowly stroking it. "I dunno," I said. "Maybe, but I'm a big oaf anyway." "I know," Gail said with a grin as she kissed my bicep. "You're big all over. I feel safe around you. Like nothing bad will happen to me." "It won't" I assured Gail. "I swear to you on that. Of course, something else might happen to you if you keep doing that." "Really?" Gail asked with a mischievous look on her face. She climbed up and straddled me, guiding my cock into her slowly, already wet and obviously hoping for this, and as she slide down on my cock she made a face. "Little sore," Gail said. "Think I got carried away before." "Sorry," I said, feeling her warmth envelop me once more. "I think we both got carried away." "This time," Gail said. "We'll take it easier." Okay," I agreed, reaching up and cupping the tiny little buds that hung down within reach, and as I caressed the little cones in my palms Gail began moving a bit faster and taking me a bit deeper. Our vow to take it easy didn't last, however, but that was okay by Gail. She was the one that got crazy first, as I reminded her afterward, but it didn't matter. Nothing did matter, except now and tomorrow. ....... Epilogue. It was love. I realized it that night, but I waited for a couple of weeks before saying the words. When I did, Gail practically jumped out of her skin, smothering me with kisses and screaming "I love you I love you I love you," and it caused quite a scene, seeing as it happened in front of Friendly's at the mall. I didn't care, and Gail didn't either, and I guess that's when you know you are in love. I felt a little strange, being a 56 year old man in love with a woman young enough to be my granddaughter, but that didn't bother Gail a bit. "I'm yours," Gail said. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." I reminded her that she would likely throw me in the ground before she was 50, but she didn't seem to care. As we drove out of the mall and towards her house that night, I told her what I wanted her to do. I wanted her to move out of that hellhole and move in with me. There was a large two bedroom apartment available near my place that I thought would be perfect for us, and Gail was ecstatic when I suggested it. That night I went into Gail's apartment for the first time. It was neat and clean, but outside of that it was a nightmare. The furnishings were old and worn out and the entire place was in dire need of a whole lot of work. "Now you know why I think your place is so great," Gail said, humiliated for no reason. For the heck of it, I asked Gail what she paid for the place, and when she told me, I almost passed out. She didn't have a lease, and just paid the guy when he knocked on the door the first of the month. "How much of this stuff is yours?" I asked, waving around at the furnishings. "I dunno. Everything was just sort of here forever," Gail said. I looked around at the place, and when I saw what I would always think of as a crime scene, I shuddered. It was all I could do to not take a match to this place and destroy it, and if it wouldn't impact the other poor souls living in the building, I might have, so repulsed was I at the squalor that the kind of money she was paying bought. I asked her why she didn't leave and get a better place, and I suppose it's the psychological effect of abuse or something, but she had been terrified of leaving, for fear that her father would come looking for her and be mad that she moved. "If you hadn't come along, I probably would have still been here when he got out of jail," Gail said. "He still might come looking for me, you know." "He won't," I said with certainty, not adding that if I ever saw the scumbag, my usual mild-mannered self would disappear. "You don't even have to think about it." "I won't," Gail replied. "I'm never going to be scared again." "Honey, what I want you to do is get what you want out of here and move in with me. Tomorrow. I'll come down here with a truck and..." "Don't need a truck," Gail said, and promptly went into her bedroom and emptied out her closet and dresser. I helped her, and it only took a couple of trips in and out before she got everything she wanted. "You sure about this?" I asked, looking over at a picture of Gail with her mother and father that was taken in a park somewhere. Father. Even thinking the word in reference to that guy made my skin crawl, and while her mother was certainly a victim too, she had left her daughter to fend for herself with that maggot. Even in the picture, none of them looked happy, despite the brave little smile on Gail's face. Gail saw me looking at the picture and came over next to me, picking up the frame and holding it up while tears filled her eyes. Wordlessly, she walked over and dropped it in the wastebasket, the metallic sound resonating in the room as she walked toward me. "Today and tomorrow," Gail said, taking my hand and leaving that apartment for the last time. I mailed the owner of the place a check for the next month's rent, telling him that his tenant was gone and he was welcome to whatever was left in the place, suggesting that he invest some of the money in his property but knowing that would fall on deaf ears. It was cramped for the time we lived in my studio apartment, but we made the best of it and soon were in our new home. Gail got another job, a better job working days so we could see more of each other, and at better pay too. T The money didn't matter, because I could take care of us just fine, but it was all a part of the incredible transformation that came over Gail. Everyday, a little bit of the slump-shouldered, meek and frightened Gail disappeared, and a new more assertive and confident person kept emerging. The change was stunning to me, and to those who hadn't seen her everyday, it must have been incomprehensible. Something else happened too, and while it shouldn't have been totally unexpected, it still stunned me. When Gail broke the news to me that night in bed, after I stared at her dumbfounded for a minute, I laughed. "You know, I had a feeling something was up," I said, reaching over and squeezing her breast, which now nearly filled my palm, teasing her. "These jugs of yours have probably doubled in size since I met you." "They're something, aren't they?" Gail said with a giggle as she shook her boobies at me. "So you aren't mad then, Chuck?" "Mad? Heck no," I said as we hugged each other. "If he won't mind having a senior citizen for an old man, that is." "She," Gail said in corrected me. "And she won't have a senior citizen or an old man. She will have a father." "If you want one," I suggested. "You will have a husband." "I do," Gail replied, rehearsing, as she explained to me before climbing on top of me to seal the deal. "Now and tomorrow and forever."

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