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GLENDA

... no idea where she was going to go. I found thoughts of that sexy little body doing such things to be almost more than I could handle, and f***ed my mind to stop seeing those arousing mental pictures. "Could you put me up for a few days, until my mom cools off some? Maybe I can go back home, then." She asked. "Of course, Honey," I said. "I'd be a real heel if I didn't help you out." What else could I do? Leave her on the street for some bozo like that pickup truck driver? No way. So I took her home with me. What else could I do? One thing was sure, I'd have to be careful to marshal my own thoughts. Spilling out some of her feelings had made her feel a little bit better, but she was a little surprised that I already knew so much about what she had been going through. "Well, like you said. I've known your mom for a long time, and she needed to talk to somebody about what was bothering her. I've always been the sort of person that other folks found easy to talk to. Maybe that's why you're comfortable in telling me so much. "I read between the lines pretty good, too. I knew you were getting sexy not very long after your mom caught you even though she never said anything directly about it. She can't even say the word 'sex' much less accept the idea that it might feel really good, and with the right guy might even be nice." I said. ("Oh yeah!" said my mind. "And boy, would I like to be especially nice to you, you gorgeous little thing!"). (AAhhg! Shut up, mind! Leave me alone and ...

... stop that!) "You know, of course that your mom loves you and worries, and you should know just as well that I care, and you also should know that nothing you say to me will ever go to anyone else's ears from me. I listen. I never ever repeat what I hear." I concluded. "Yeah. Well, I guess so. You are a really nice guy. I remember how much I enjoyed your visits whenever you came over. All us k**s liked having you around." She paused a moment. I stopped at a light, and looked over at her. A big smile slowly came over her face, and she almost visibly relaxed. "In fact," she added, "I may only stay with you a couple of days, but I feel really good about the idea. I feel better about it the longer I think about it." "Glenda, I'm glad. I don't have a big place, but you are welcome to share it as long as you need to. But I think your mom will cool down in a couple of days, and you'll be able to go back home." It would be interesting to have company for a few days. (But please, dear one. Not for too long. I am - after all - only human.) I stopped at a K-Mart and spent a few bucks on her, so that she'd have some of the feminine necessities of life. She had left in a bit of a hurry, and didn't have any girl stuff with her. My bachelor pad could provide some things, but I knew she'd be more comfortable if she had extra underwear and such-like. She'd get one of her s****rs to bring her more stuff later if she needed it. For now, she said, she'd just as soon not talk to anyone but me. "I ...