Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... that I know she's a woman. We're not exclusive, and your private life is yours, the way my life is mine.

"So she's pretty, huh?"

I tried to look at her seriously, but she knew me well enough to know I was kidding her hard.

"Who's Elinore's favorite?" I asked in a childish voice.

"You know you are," she answered back.

I actually became Angel's back-up person for Elinore's babysitter, getting written permission to pick up the child on the few occasions that Angel had to work late. I bought a child's car seat for my Mustang and installed it permanently because nobody else ever rode in the back seat of that car.

I didn't put two plus two together when my cell rang a couple of months later and the caller ID said it was Bobbie Clarkson. Angel never told me Bobbie's last name, and there really was never any reason why she would ever be calling me... except for one. My stomach did a nervous flip as I answered.

An almost hysterical Bobbie spent the next few minutes telling me that Angel had died in a car wreck on the way home from work. The police on the scene had found Angel's cellphone and called Bobbie, who was listed several times in Angel's call history. Bobbie had gone to the hospital, but Angel was already gone. When Bobbie could think straight for a minute, she realized that Elinore needed to be picked up from the babysitter, and Angel had once told her that I was cleared to do that. We agreed to meet at Angel's apartment after I picked up ...

... Elinore.

Bobbie was sitting sobbing at the kitchen table in the apartment when I rushed in crying with the very confused child. The woman ran to us and hugged us both as she continued to cry.

We probably stayed that way for five minutes, two crying adults and a toddler in between us in a tight hug. We finally broke apart when I noted that we had to get the child fed and some things decided.

We pieced together some things from Angel's life based on what she had told both of us. She was an only child whose parents had both died, and there didn't seem to be any aunts or uncles in the picture. That meant it was up to us to take care of Elinore until we could figure out which state agency needed to take over.

Bobbie had found a couple of cans of tuna and made sandwiches for us and put some in a bowl so we could feed Elinore. A little more looking turned up a juice box and Cheerios.

Between bouts of crying for our departed friend, Bobbie and I struggled to come up with a plan for Elinore. We came to the realization that legally she was a ward of the state and would probably be placed in the foster care system... but neither one of us could live with that decision. Maybe we weren't thinking right, but it seemed best to us that the child should remain with one of us for the foreseeable future, rather than have her turned over to the foster care system.

"If the state doesn't know about her, they won't be trying to take her away and place her in foster care. She can just stay with ...