XPost: alt.sex.stories.incest, alt.sex.incest, alt.stories.incest   
   From: mccoyf@millcomm.com   
      
                             DREAMS DO COME TRUE   
                                By New T. You   
      
      
                            PART ONE: CHECKING IN   
      
        It had been a long trip and I was a little frazzled.  I had driven   
   from LA to Vegas for a nice relaxing vacation.  To my dismay ... my   
   favorite hotel was booked ... so I drove around looking for another   
   reasonable place to stay.   
        Every place I stopped was either full ... or was so bad I wouldn't   
   let my dog sleep there.  I finally got tired of looking so I stopped at   
   a place that looked a little seedy but advertised cheap rent and cable   
   TV.  The Asian dude took my money and handed me a key.  The room was on   
   the ground floor which I liked ... and I drove around to the back and   
   parked my van in front of the room.   
        As I pulled up I noticed that on this side of the two-storied-inn,   
   there was only one other car and it was at the far end of the lot.  I   
   opened the trunk and began to unpack all my shit.  I was going to nap   
   for a while then hit the strip.  Not that I really enjoyed the strip   
   .. it was just some place to go while I had some time off.  I was   
   actually going through some kind of a mid-life funk.  I was 38 ... no   
   girl friend ... and no real prospects.  I had never been married   
   although was told I was an above average looking guy.  Just had never   
   found the right girl I guess.  Or ... it could be something else.   
        I was carrying the last bag in when I got the feeling I was being   
   watched.  I looked around but did not see anyone.  Then I looked up and   
   my heart stopped cold.  There on the second floor, leaning on the   
   railing was the CUTEST little girl I have ever seen.  I must have made   
   her wonder because I stopped dead in my tracks.   
        All my life I have been strongly attracted to little girls.  Of   
   all the things I could have been ... this of course was the most   
   dangerous.  In today's world I was the lowest of the low ... but it   
   made little difference.  One cannot help what they are.  And I loved   
   little girls.  I had made peace with this fact about five years ago.   
   Until then I had fought who I was and even went into some voluntary   
   therapy.  What a cluster fuck that was.  I had tried to deny who I was   
   all my life ... but no more.  And here was a beautiful creature ...   
   smiling down at me.   
        This little angel looked to be maybe five or six; with beautiful   
   straw colored hair and deep blue eyes.  She was wearing dark pink   
   shorts and a little halter top with matching pink sneakers that were   
   sticking through the railing.  She had just the right amount of baby   
   fat too ... something I loved in a little girl.  But she was very pale   
   .. almost sickly looking.  When she saw me looking at her from behind   
   my sunglasses she smiled and waved.  I waved back and said hi.  She   
   said hi back ... softly ... and her voice was like crystal.   
        Because I would have looked foolish standing there any longer, I   
   carried the last bag into the room.  I was surprised to feel my heart   
   hammering in my chest ... it had been a long time since I had been so   
   affected by a little girl.  I went back outside under the pretence of   
   getting something else out of the van just to get another look at her.   
        To my delight she was still there and turned to look at me again.   
   I called up to her and asked her name.  She immediately put her finger   
   to her lips and shushed me.  Then turned around and looked at the door   
   behind her for a long minute.  She whispered that her name was Sarah   
   .. then told me to be quiet because her mom was sleeping.  I whispered   
   back that I was sorry and told her my name ... Tom.  She smiled the   
   biggest smile you have ever seen and said hi again.   
        I wondered why anyone would let her beautiful young daughter   
   outside ... now I knew ... mom was asleep.  But what was she doing out   
   here?  I whispered to Sarah that I was going inside ... it was too hot   
   out.  She looked so sad ... like she had not had anyone to talk to in   
   forever.  I asked if she thought her mother would mind if she came down   
   and talked for a while.  She looked torn for a moment then said she   
   would be down in about five minutes.   
        I went inside with incredible fantasies running around in my head   
   .. oh the things I wanted to do to this pretty little girl ... but I   
   knew that MOST little girls were blabber mouths and could not be   
   trusted to keep their mouths shut.  Even after you have accepted what   
   you are, you still have to be very careful.  The best I could hope for   
   was maybe a peek up her shorts ... or a hug and kiss.  That would be   
   enough for me if it was all I could get from this beautiful creature.   
   But I could always hope for more ... right?   
        I waited for about 10 minutes, then, thinking she was not coming   
   ..  (Why would she?)  I decided to go get some ice.  Disappointed, I   
   grabbed the ice bucket and headed down the walk.  I found it around the   
   corner and filled up then headed back.  I turned the corner and to my   
   delight I found Sarah waiting in front of my door getting ready to   
   knock.  When she saw me she again put her finger to her little lips and   
   again implored me to be quiet.   
        I got the door open and let her in ahead of me ... my heart   
   beating a drum score in my chest.  She went in and stopped dead in her   
   tracks.  "Wow ... your room is so nice!" she said.  I had gotten the   
   nicest "suite" they had ... for about two hundred dollars.  There were   
   two beds, a pretty nice TV and the room was a good size with a   
   refrigerator and microwave.  But when you compared it to other rooms in   
   this town ... it was not that nice.   
        Sarah asked me if I was rich.  I told her I was well off (I was)   
   .. that I had made a lot of money and knew how to invest it.   
   (Commodities broker)  She was very quiet and took in everything.  I   
   asked if she wanted a coke and she eagerly nodded her head yes.  I then   
   asked her if her mother was still asleep.  She nodded her head again,   
   accepted the cup, and greedily gulped her coke like she was dying of   
   thirst.   
        "Mom always sleeps during the day.  She takes her medicine when   
   she gets up at night and then visits with her boyfriends.  Then she   
   takes more medicine early in the morning ... when the sun is coming up   
   .. and falls asleep when the last one leaves."   
        Uh huh, I thought.  It was then I noticed that the clothes she was   
   wearing were filthy.  They looked like they had only a nodding   
   acquaintance with a washing machine.  How could anyone let this   
   precious angel walk around in dirty clothes?  Hopefully I could "help"   
   her wash them later.  (You know the ways our minds work ... yes you   
   do.)   
        I asked her what her mom and her boyfriends do.  She stared at the   
   floor and looked kinda' uncomfortable ... then said they kiss a lot.  I   
   asked her where she was when her mom was with her boyfriends and she   
   told me she was forced to stay in the closet and not make any noise.   
   She usually slept.  When her mom's boyfriends left ... she would get to   
   come out and eat and go to the bathroom.  But during the day she had to   
      
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