From: man.simple@hotmail.com   
      
   One Life to Share (Mg, cons, rom)   
   By Simple Man   
      
      
   I work for the city of Detroit.  I am a sanitation engineer.  Actually I   
   drive a garbage truck and my route takes me into the bowels of the motor   
   city and down the alleys where life as you know it does not exist among   
   the thousands of homeless and destitute.  Detroit like other very large   
   cities cannot save or employ all of the teaming masses that live there.   
   Nameless, faceless people from all walks of life and of every age slip   
   through the cracks.  The epic poem by Emma Lazarus (1849-1887) could not   
   have foreseen today.   
      
   "Give me your tired, your poor,   
   Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,   
   The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,   
   Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,   
   I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"   
      
   Today is my last day of work for retirement awaits me on the morrow.  It   
   is 3:00 AM and old Betsey, that's my garbage truck, and I pull into the   
   first alley off Michigan Avenue.  Halfway down the alley a child is   
   halfway buried inside a garbage can outside the back of a restaurant,   
   although I cannot remember which one.  So engrossed is the child in   
   finding anything edible that my approach goes unnoticed.  I climb out of   
   the cab and grabbing my flashlight I move over closer to the child.  It   
   is 3:00 AM and this is a child groping for food, it just isn't right.   
      
   The yellow bug lights do not provide much illumination and I still   
   remain unnoticed until I switch on the flashlight.  Immediately the   
   child stands bolt upright looking into the flashlight with terror   
   stricken eyes.  It's a girl!  Somewhere between the ages of eight and   
   ten years old but it's hard to tell through all the dirt.  Visibly   
   shaking, I manage to calm her down when she sees that I am not the   
   police and the vehicle in the background is only a garbage truck and not   
   a patrol car.  She is rail thin and emancipated, afraid and alone, and   
   she keeps her distance between us as I speak.  Kneeling down to her size   
   I turn off the flashlight and she moves closer to do what she does every   
   day, ask for a handout.  There is dried blood on her thighs and I   
   venture to guess that she is no longer a virgin and her offer confirms   
   it.  She will let me have sex with her for ten dollars.   
      
   Slowly I reach out my hand for her and she is well aware of my caution.   
   It circles her waist and gently I pull her close to me so that I can hug   
   her.  No sooner in my arms she begins to cry, pitiful sobs of despair   
   that no child should have to endure.  I pet her hair and calmly tell her   
   everything is going to be alright now.  I do not seem threatening to   
   her, I am old and gray and the hint of my very recent morning shave   
   cologne is sweetness and spice in an otherwise stinking world she lives   
   in.  Relaxing my arms around her she still clings tight to me unwilling   
   to lose this brief moment of salvation and return to the life she is   
   living.  Small sobs now and sniffling, the venting of her emotions now   
   at rest, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her over to my garbage   
   truck and let her climb in the cab.   
      
   She assumes that I want sex with her and pulls up her dress to offer her   
   still hairless pussy to me.  I shake my head no and pull her dress back   
   down as I smile at her.  She is confused and thinking I don't want her   
   but that abates when I kiss her on the lips.  This action so startles   
   the child she does not know whether to kiss me back or just what.   
   Finally her choice was made and the full warmth of her lips wetly kiss   
   me back.  I am startled as her arms go around my neck and her little   
   tongue goes searching for mine.  It is a kiss that a girl of her age   
   should know nothing about, but she does know.  With her cuddled up tight   
   next to me I put the truck in gear and move on down the alley.   
      
   I thought it best that I take her home with me and get her something to   
   eat and have her take a bath or two, yes she was that dirty.  Cleaned up   
   and well fed I would call the Department of Child Services and we'd see   
   to helping this little girl out.  Once that was done I would go out and   
   finish my route claiming engine trouble.  Having her cuddled up against   
   me like she was I sort of liked it.  I had never married and had no   
   children and this little girl could sure use my help and I wondered if I   
   could give her the love she needed and the support as well.  Truth was   
   that I was lonely in my old age; could it be that this little girl might   
   become something meaningful in my retirement years, a companion at   
   least?  Perhaps it would be better if I called Child Services in a few   
   days rather than right away.  I would like to get to know her.   
      
   Parking old Betsey on the street I took the little girl into my   
   townhome, a small and modest two story affair, but cozy enough to be   
   comfortable.  I instructed my little guest to take a bath first and gave   
   her one of my T-shirts to wear afterward.  She undressed right in front   
   of me and handed me her tattered dress.  I took notice of the size label   
   and then dropped the garment in the trash.  Whipping up a batch of   
   pancakes while she bathed and frying a couple slabs of ham the smell   
   drew her to me still wet and naked after a few minutes.  Hungry as she   
   was she stood there letting me get a good look at her body and all the   
   charms she had such as they were.  None-the-less, there is something to   
   be said for a girls body at this age as it is truly lovely.   
      
   Returning to my route, confident that my house guest would remain there,   
   I finished my route only an hour late and said my fond farewell to old   
   Betsey at the garage.  My boss wished me well in my retirement and gave   
   me my final paycheck.  Several other drivers were there and I would have   
   stayed and had a few beers with them for old time's sake if it were not   
   for the little girl that seemed to occupy my mind nearly all the time   
   now.  On my way home I stopped by the Mall and bought some girls   
   clothes, a couple of dresses and some underwear and socks, even a pair   
   of shoes.  If anything didn't fit I could always exchange them for some   
   size that would fit.  Then I headed home.  The frightened child who once   
   had terror in her eyes was now just a little girl with all her little   
   girl quirks intact and working.  The sight of the new clothes simply   
   delighted her and she could not express her gratitude enough to me.  Let   
   me express it this way, having a pretty little girl completely naked sit   
   on your lap and shower you with kisses of the kind you cannot resist,   
   well that tests a man's metal to be sure.   
      
   Small but feminine, it was her attitude and movements that made her sexy   
   and desirable and unfortunately at her young age she had learned well   
   what men wanted in the way of sex, a lesson she should never have had to   
      
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