From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Chloe  (Mf, pedo, pre-teen, no sex, runaway,   
   Dom/sub, long)   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       WARNING ...  This story may contain graphic descriptions of sex among   
   between adults and pre-teen children.  If you find this offensive, stop   
   reading now.   
      
      
      
       This story is fictional and any similarity between persons and events   
   depicted in it and actual persons and events is purely coincidental.  The   
   story is pure fantasy and none of the events described herein are   
   practiced, advocated or condoned by the author.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
       It is a rainy summer evening and Chloe is huddled in the corner of an   
   old storefront at night when a man drives up to the store next door.  Chloe   
   is 13, 5 feet tall with long blonde hair and big blue eyes.  She is wearing   
   dirty blue jeans and top.  Dirty tennis shoes cover her feet and an old   
   backpack is slung over her shoulder.  Chloe is tired, hungry.  She has been   
   hitchhiking for four days now to get away from home.   
      
       Chloe watches the man, hoping he might have some spare change.  She is   
   afraid to say anything.  She has run into to many weirdoes already in those   
   four days.  The man opens his car door and slowly walks up to the young   
   girl.  She clutches her backpack to her tightly.  "Any spare change   
   mister," she asks.   
      
       "Are you okay?" He asks.   
      
       "Yeah fine just need some change is all," trying to act tough.   
      
       "You're drenched and you look hungry."   
      
       "Well, I'm ok I guess," trembling slightly from the cold rain.   
      
       "What's your name?"   
      
       "Why do u need to know?" still trying to act all tough.   
      
       "I care about you that's all."   
      
       "You a cop or something?  Nobody cares about me mister."   
      
       "I do.  Now come on tell me your name."   
      
       She hesitates, looking the man over.  Then she whispers Chloe, deciding   
   he might be okay after all.  "Well Chloe you look like you could use some   
   food and new clothes," he says to her.   
      
       "What's it gonging to cost me?" She asks sarcastically, clutching her   
   backpack even tighter.  "Look mister all I need is some spare change."   
      
       "It's free...I just want to help.  The only thing it will cost you is   
   time."   
      
       "Are u for real?  It won't cost me nothing?"   
      
       "Nope, just spend some time with me."   
      
       "Well I guess I could for a little while.  A little time wont' hurt   
   nothing."   
      
       "Come on." He motions to the car.  Chloe hesitates, still unsure,   
   watching him walk to the car.  "Well, are you coming or what?" She finally   
   slings her backpack up on her shoulder and starts towards his car, hunger   
   winning out over stubbornness.  He opens the passenger door for her.   
      
       "Thanks," Chloe says as she throws her backpack into the back seat and   
   climbs in.  He closes the door and moves around to the driver's side.  He   
   opens His door and gets in closing it behind him.  He starts up the car.   
   "Hey mister you have a soda or anything?"   
      
       "No, sorry, not in the car.  Well should we get you clothes or food   
   first?"   
      
       "Oh, okay, well how bout something to eat first then?" still not having   
   dropped the tough act.   
      
       "Okay, where to my lady?"   
      
       "I don't know.  Where's a good place for food?"   
      
       "Well the only places open this late are the ones open 24 hours.  Know   
   of any you like?"   
      
       "Well," looking out the window, "I like pancakes."   
      
       "How about Denny's then?"   
      
       "Yeah whatever..." she trails off in thought of when her mom made her   
   pancakes before she died.  He puts the car in gear and heads to Denny's.   
   He tries to learn her story as they drive.   
      
       "So what are you doing way out here?" He asks.   
      
       "Nothing, just walking I guess."   
      
       "All by yourself, at this hour?  What are you like 12?" Chloe is still   
   staring out the side window as he drives   
      
       "I'm 18." She says, lying as best she can.   
      
       "I don't think so."   
      
       "I am 18!  Why can't you believe me?" Getting somewhat defensive.   
      
       "Okay, we'll go with 18 for now.  Why so hungry and torn up?"   
      
       "Like you care.  I ran away from home a couple days ago.  I got tired of   
   my step dad hitting me."   
      
       "That's horrible, a pretty girl like you getting hit."   
      
       "Yeah well if my mom hadn't died," tears welling in her eyes at the   
   thought of her.  He reaches over and gently touches Chloe's shoulder.  At   
   first she flinches, pulling closer to the door.   
      
       "Hey, I won't hurt you."   
      
       "Yeah that's what my step dad used to say too, right before he hit me"   
   tears rolling down Chloe's cheeks.  They pull into the parking lot.   
      
       "Here we are." Chloe wipes her face on her shirtsleeve, looking out the   
   window at the Denny's.  He stops and turns off the car.  "Let's go." She   
   reaches for her backpack and opens the door.  "You can leave that here if   
   you want." She decides against it and clutches it to her.  All her   
   possessions in the world are in the backpack.  "Or, not." He closes and   
   locks the car doors and starts walking to the front or the restaurant.  She   
   walks just a few steps behind him, stomach grumbling, the food smelling   
   wonderful.  He opens the door for her.  "Ladies first." She looks sideways   
   at him as she passes.   
      
       "Thanks," she mumbles.  He arranges for a booth in the corner.  Chloe   
   feels like everyone is looking at her and seeing how dirty and drenched she   
   is, she hurries to the booth sliding across the bench.  He sits across from   
   her.   
      
       "Order anything you want." Chloe picks up a menu.   
      
       "Can I have pancakes mister?"   
      
       "Whatever you want," he smiles.  When the waitress comes, Chloe orders a   
   big stack of pancakes and juice.  "Just coffee for me thanks."   
      
       "What's your name mister?" Chloe finally asks.   
      
       "Darren," Chloe smiles a little tiny smile.   
      
       "Thanks for buying me some food, Darren."   
      
       "So anything else I should know about you.  I'm sorry about your mom."   
      
       "Thanks," tears welling again.  Afraid you will be the one that end's up   
   sending me back to my dad, Chloe tells Darren nothing else about herself.   
   They sit in silence with their drinks waiting for the food.  Tired of   
   silence she asks, "So why did you stop?"   
      
       "I felt sorry for you, such a pretty girl in obvious pain."   
      
       "Yeah well, I'm old enough to take care of myself.  But thanks for   
   stopping anyway." Darren smiles, interrupted by Chloe's pancakes.  She is   
   so used to waiting on her dad's word before she can eat she sits and   
   stares, almost drooling the pancakes smell so good.   
      
       "What r u waiting for?"   
      
       "I don't get to eat until my step dad says I can," forgetting that he is   
   not here.   
      
       "You're safe.  Eat when ever you want." Chloe lets another smile show,   
   and then digs in hungrily into the big stack of pancakes.  Darren sits   
   watching her, secretly eyeing your body, what shows above the table anyway.   
   She eats the entire stack, drinking several glasses of juice.  She smiles   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)