From: humanimal@hotpop.com   
      
   So, where is part 2?   
      
      
      
   Simple Man wrote:   
   > Sidekick (Mg, cons)   
   > By Simple Man   
   >   
   >   
   > I was bound and determined to get one more trail ride in this year   
   > before the snow fell.  I wanted a companion to ride with me since it is   
   > not much fun going alone, so I placed an ad in the paper.   
   > ____________________   
   > FEMALE wanted for J-   
   > eep Trail Ride comp-   
   > anion.  Expenses pa-   
   > id. 542-691-7416 ev-   
   > enings._____________   
   >   
   > I got a few calls but nothing promising and then one call that sounded   
   > like a youth talking to me.  Her voice was sweet and melodic and when I   
   > asked her how old she was, she told me she was ten.  Naturally I asked   
   > if her parents went along with this and she said hold on you can talk to   
   > my mom.  Her mother sounded drunk on the phone and I was about to hang   
   > up when she said first I would like to meet you.  Well that sounded   
   > reasonable so I agreed for the day after tomorrow when I had a day off   
   > from work.   
   >   
   > I drove over to the address I was given in my Jeep and met the family.   
   > The father could barely stand on two feet he was so drunk and the mother   
   > was not too far from matching his inebriation, but the little girl was   
   > jail bait.  A ten year old girl that looked like she could suck the   
   > chrome off a bumper hitch.  Her skirt or dress or whatever you could   
   > call it was so short her panties showed and severely fine ass cheeks   
   > were in full view.  There was so much flesh showing on her that there   
   > was no need to imagine anything and I would have had to be a eunuch not   
   > to have wanted her.   
   >   
   > A cigarette hung limply from the father's lips and in his sleeveless t-   
   > shirt and beer belly he was typical of what I thought was the lowest   
   > life form.  The mother was no better in her housecoat either.  When I   
   > mentioned it was a two day trail ride the mother simply asked how much I   
   > was going to pay them.  I got the picture real fast and offered a   
   > hundred which she accepted like she could not believe it.  The little   
   > girl moved closer to me and smiled her teeth white and perfectly   
   > straight, canvassed by full lips that just begged to be kissed.  There   
   > was no doubt about it; she was a ticket to hell and I had just paid for   
   > it.   
   >   
   > I took the little girl's hand noting how small it was in my hand and led   
   > her over to my Jeep.  I asked her if she wanted to change clothes or   
   > anything.  Complete innocence met my eyes and I told her never mind I   
   > will buy her some clothes suitable for a trail ride.  Whatever that   
   > meant to her she got more lively and latched on to me and was so close   
   > to my face I could feel her breathing.  She smelled of lavender soap and   
   > her short auburn hair was clean and fresh and I sensed the child still   
   > in her that was hidden in her clothing and appearance.  My desire for   
   > her was becoming epidemic, growing like a cancer and I think she could   
   > sense that in me.   
   >   
   > I opened the door and helped her climb in, then fastened the five-point   
   > harness around her which made her just beginning breasts stick out   
   > noticeably between the belts.  She looked down at her chest and then at   
   > me as I climbed in to my seat and smiled.  It was an innocent smile, the   
   > kind of smile that says oops, I'm showing a little.  My eyes met hers in   
   > a look that has populated the world many times over and probably would   
   > again tonight.  There was no fear in her eyes, only innocence.   
   >   
   > I pulled into the parking lot by J.C. Penny's and took her inside with   
   > me and went over to the girls department where I selected some suitable   
   > clothes.  I asked her to go into the changing room to change into the   
   > outfits so I could see them on her.  I don't think anyone had ever paid   
   > this much attention to her and she was hungry for all she could get of   
   > it.  She came out in one outfit after another and the real little girl   
   > in her began to emerge, the innocence replaced with excitement and   
   > anticipation.  I was old enough to be her grandfather but it was obvious   
   > she didn't care, I was a man and I was paying her all the attention I   
   > had and buying her new clothes.  She was happy and so was I.   
   >   
   > We stopped after shopping at Ruby Tuesday's for dinner and dressed now   
   > like a little girl she hung onto me like I was her daddy, something I   
   > found very touching.  We had a great dinner and talked about what was to   
   > come on the trail ride.  She was extremely excited about going on it   
   > with me.  I knew I was falling in love with her, the daughter I never   
   > had.  I found myself wanting her, just to be with, to comb her hair and   
   > cuddle her on my lap even if she was too old for that.  They were my   
   > fantasies, and she played right into them repeatedly.  I paid the check   
   > and we left.   
   >   
   > She insisted on carrying her new clothes into my house, she didn't want   
   > any help although she needed it in the end.  Her first look around made   
   > her eyes open wide.  It was clean and neat, very unlike her home.  The   
   > fireplace held her interest for quite awhile and made me wonder what she   
   > might have been thinking.  Then she was off, searching for whatever, I   
   > didn't know, probably everything.   
   >   
   > My master bedroom was the only lived in bedroom and it was me in every   
   > detail including the master bath.  The remaining bedrooms cold and dark,   
   > never used, she took the liberty of using mine, and I could not have   
   > been happier.   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   > [The best part about Simple Man stories is that they leave you thinking.   
   > This is the end of Part 1 or 2 parts.  Hope you enjoy it.  -SM]   
      
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