From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Ashley at the Mall 4 of 4   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
       Ashley turned her head to look up and down the empty mall concourse She   
   was getting impatient.  Since her mother refused to drive her to the mall,   
   Ashley was forced to take the bus which picked her up fifteen minutes late.   
   And then upon arriving at the Mall of America, she found it virtually   
   deserted.  After wandering around the mall for half an hour, she saw mostly   
   old ladies and women with strollers.  Giving up, she finally parked herself   
   on a bench outside of Abercrombie.   
      
       It was too nice outside, that was the problem, Ashley thought.   
   Everyone's outside spending time in the sun instead of being at the mall.   
   Ashley wished the mall was full of people because she missed having people   
   look at her.  She missed all the strangers staring at her and eying her   
   young body.  It made her feel proud.   
      
       She was wondering if she should just go home when she saw a man walking   
   down the concourse, window shopping.  He was dressed completely in black,   
   with slacks and a long sleeve shirt despite the hot weather.  It wasn't   
   until he came closer that Ashley noticed the white collar around his neck.   
   He was a priest, she realized.   
      
       Modestly, Ashley crossed her legs.  She felt a slight twinge of shame   
   for dressing like this in front of a holy man.  Today she wore a tight   
   black skirt that ended a good three inches above her knees, paired with a   
   tight black tank top.  She had opted not to wear a bra today but   
   inexplicably she now wished she had.  Suddenly shy, she nervously pushed a   
   lock of her blond hair behind her ear.   
      
       "Excuse me," the man said.  "Do you have the time?"   
      
       "The time?" Ashley repeated.  "Oh sure...  it's 11:30," she said   
   checking her cell phone.   
      
       The priest nodded at her.  "Why are you at the mall today?" he asked.   
      
       Ashley blushed a minute, thinking of the real reason she had come to the   
   mall.  "Oh I don't know," she replied vaguely.  "I just wanted to go   
   shopping..."   
      
       "I see," he said, gazing at her.  Ashley felt a little uncomfortable by   
   his penetrating gaze.  He was a very tall and solidly built man with dark   
   blond hair that framed his face and square jaw.  She looked away but when   
   she glanced back, she saw that he was looking at her chest.   
      
       "My name is Caleb," he said, introducing himself.  He extended a hand.   
      
       "I'm Ashley," she replied, shaking his hand.   
      
       "How old are you Ashley?"   
      
       "Twelve."   
      
       "Ashley," Caleb said, "let me be blunt with you.  I'm part of the Youth   
   Ministry Intervention Program at my church.  My job is to find kids,   
   troubled kids, and give them guidance."   
      
       "Oh."   
      
       "Do your parents know you're here at the mall today, Ashley?"   
      
       "Yes..."   
      
       "Do they know how you're dressed?  Did you leave the house wearing those   
   clothes?"   
      
       Ashley blushed.  She felt embarrassed for offending this man, even   
   though she didn't know him.  "Um, no..." she replied truthfully.   
      
       He nodded, studying her intently.  "I see a lot of girl like you,   
   Ashley," he told her.  "Girls who made bad choices when they were younger   
   and now they're pregnant or on drugs or kicked out of their homes.  They've   
   been raped and abused and assaulted.  Is that what you want to happen?"   
      
       Ashley thought a minute, contemplating what would happen if any of those   
   things happened to her.  "No," she answered.   
      
       "I can help you," Caleb said to her.  "Why don't you come with me back   
   to my van and I can give you some pamphlets and phone numbers?" He took her   
   by the shoulder and Ashley found herself standing up.   
      
       "It's just over here in the parking ramp," he told her.  They began   
   walking toward one of the mall exits.  "Don't worry, there's no obligation   
   of any sort.  I just want you to know that help and support exists if you   
   want it."   
      
       As they walked, Ashley considered the things she had been up to that   
   week.  She thought about when David took pictures of her in Camp Snoopy and   
   how she had been naughty, spreading her legs so he could see between her   
   legs.  Then there was the businessman who had let him touch his penis in   
   the movie theater.  And finally Mr.  Brandt who made her take his penis in   
   her mouth in the restaurant.  Ashley hadn't really given any serious   
   thought to what she had been doing.  All she knew was that it made her feel   
   good and special to do these things.  And plus she always got money   
   afterwards.   
      
       They exited the mall and began walking up a flight of stairs in the   
   parking ramp.  Caleb was probably right, Ashley thought to herself.  If she   
   continued doing this, she would probably get into a lot of trouble.  But at   
   the same time, she felt conflicted.   
      
       "But I felt like such an older person when I did those things," she   
   mused.  "It was like being a teenager!  And it felt good, too, when Mr.   
   Brandt was touching me in the restaurant." Even the thought of it sent a   
   shiver of pleasure down her spine.   
      
       They arrived at Caleb's van.  He unlocked the door and climbed in.   
   Ashley waited while he rummaged through a box of papers.   
      
       "Come on in," he called over his shoulder.  "Have a seat.  It might take   
   me a minute..."   
      
       Ashley climbed into the van.  It was a little bit darker in there since   
   they were in the parking ramp, but there was enough available sunlight for   
   her to see clearly.  It had quite a roomy interior, especially since some   
   of the seating had been removed.  All that remained in the van was a long   
   seat at the rear, two swivel chairs, and then the driver and passenger   
   seat. Ashley sat down on the long seat at the back of the van.   
      
       "Here we go," Caleb said, producing a manila envelope.  He sat down in   
   the swivel chair and turned it so he could face her.  "There's a lot of   
   information in here.  Phone numbers, informational meetings, and so on." He   
   handed her the envelope.   
      
       Ashley took it.  "Thank you."   
      
       "Ashley," Caleb began.  "I can't help but notice that you didn't seem   
   surprised when I approached you.  This wasn't the first time a man   
   approached you in the mall, was it?"   
      
       She looked at him bashfully, wondering if she should tell the truth.   
   "No," she said softly.   
      
       Caleb sat back in his chair.  "No, I didn't think so.  Not with the   
   clothes you're wearing.  I can see your nipples poking through your shirt   
   and I'm sitting all the way over here." He grinned at her.   
      
       Ashley blushed deeply and folded her arms over her chest, trying to hide   
   the blossoming buds on her chest.  Caleb laughed at her.   
      
       "Now, now, I'm a man of the cloth, there's no need to be ashamed in   
   front of me.  Take your hands away now, that's it.  The female form is a   
   beautiful thing, particularly on a young girl whose body is developing and   
   changing in ways she doesn't understand."   
      
      
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