The Rescue Mission 
By Submissive Romantic  submissiveromanticone(at)gmail(dot)com Edited by Michael-Leonard

Chapter 1

I grew up in the Valley of the Sun; Phoenix, Arizona to be more precise. My mother, 
father and older brother and me, we lived at what was then the most northern part of 
Phoenix, in a small house on a very large tract of desert land. My childhood was anything 
but normal. You see my dad was a drunk, an abusive drunk at that. As soon as my brother 
turned eighteen, he left the house and joined the Marines. After serving for four years, he 
returned to Phoenix, and went to work for the Maricopa County Sheriff's Department. I 
was thirteen when he left home; I became the target of my father's abusive ways. Mom 
tried her best to protect me whenever she could, but she was not a strong woman. 

One night I came home late for supper. My father tried to beat me; mom got in between 
us. He shifted his anger on to her, hitting her repeatedly. I ran to the phone and called the 
police. By the time they arrived, mom was lying in a pool of blood; dead. My father was 
taken away in handcuffs and pleaded guilty to a second-degree murder charge. I was sent 
east to live with my mother's sister and her family in New Jersey.

Surprisingly, I did well in school, got good grades, but was exceptionally shy around 
girls. I was a computer geek. I didn't have a pocket protector or thick black-framed 
glasses with tape in the middle; in fact, I was pretty good-looking, small in stature, about 
five foot seven and one hundred thirty five pounds. I just found more comfort in reacting 
with my computer than with people, especially girls.

After graduation, I attended Rutgers University, majoring in computer science. I really 
enjoyed writing programs and designing systems. During my senior year I met a girl. 
Michelle was a very special person. She was smart, funny, caring and very pretty. What 
she saw in me I'll never know. We dated for about six months and after graduation got 
married. Michelle went to work for a CPA firm as a junior accountant, while I joined a 
company that designed systems for large corporations.

After a couple of years, I was frustrated with the bureaucracy and politics within the firm. 
We decided that I should start my own company; working with small to mid-sized 
businesses, designing systems and writing programs. Now I was truly happy; I was my 
own boss, worked from home, and choose the work I wanted to do. I also wrote and 
designed programs, with no client in mind. They were just ideas that came into my head. 
I applied for and received several patents; most of these were worthless, but they were 
mine.

Michelle and I were very happy. Life was good. We decided it was time to begin a 
family. After a year of trying, however, all we had was some very happy memories. We 
decided that we should both have physicals to determine if there were any problems.

We got the bad news a few weeks later. I was fine: the problem was within Michelle, and 
it was bad; ovarian cancer. I held her hand as the doctor explained that the cancer was 
causing problems with her reproductive cycle and that he recommended seeing a 
specialist to determine the best treatments. He did, however, schedule a complete body 
CAT scan to determine if the cancer had spread anywhere else.

The meeting with the specialist was even more depressing. The cancer had spread to her 
liver. The prognosis was grim; she had probably a year maybe two with extensive 
chemotherapy. We went home that night, held each other tight, and tried to determine 
what the best course of action to take was. Michelle did not want the chemo treatment.

"I would rather have a better life for a shorter period, than to live a little longer in 
misery."

Reluctantly, I agreed with her decision.

She continued to work for a while, then when she began to lose weight and started feeling 
pain, she quit to stay home with me. I farmed-out as much of my work as I could and 
spent what little time remained with her. When it was determined that the end was near, 
we had hospice workers come to the house and stay with her, making her as comfortable 
as possible. Then it was over. I lost my wife, my lover, my best friend.

Chapter 2

It took some time, but I was finally able to get back to work. I spent almost all of my time 
working on various projects. I tried to let work fill the void in my life. That's when I got 
the letter. It was from an attorney in Phoenix. It said that my father had died in prison, 
and that I had to come back to Phoenix to settle his estate.

My brother met me at the airport and we drove to the attorney's office for the reading of 
the will. The will basically left the proceeds of a fifty thousand dollar life insurance 
policy to my brother, and the house and the land to me. There was a letter written by my 
father addressed to us; it must have been written in prison. In it he apologized for the 
abuse and the beatings he gave us. He apologized for taking our mother away from us; 
and that he understood why William had left. It sounded sincere; it was tough to hate him 
after that. We signed some paperwork, and left. On the ride back to Bill's house, we both
determined that we had no feelings for him one way or the other. Sad.

The next day, I flew back home. For the next month or so, everything got back to normal. 
Then within a two-week period I received two letters that would change the direction of 
my life forever. 

The first was from a large developer in Scottsdale, Arizona inquiring about the 
availability of the Phoenix property. The other was from a law office representing a very 
large software development company inquiring about the availability of one of my 
patents. The letter about the land I filed away for later consideration. The second got me 
curious.

I went back through my old files to determine what the patent was for; then began to 
investigate the software company and why they would be interested in that particular 
patent. I had a copy of their latest version of their widely used software. With that and a 
key to the source code that I received from a friend in the business -- probably obtained 
illegally -- I found something very interesting indeed. It appeared that their software was 
infringing on my patent. Apparently, someone in their organization had not done their 
homework in a timely fashion and, now that the software was released, they had to either 
get the rights to use it from me, paying me royalties, or buy it outright. In either case, it 
could mean a very big payday for me.

That night, as I lay in bed, I thought about my Michelle, my future, and the direction that 
my life should take. There was nothing holding me here. If everything worked out, I 
would have more money than I could ever spend. The only family that I had left was my 
brother back in Arizona. I wanted to do something for others, to get involved in 
something meaningful, something worthwhile. I couldn't sleep, so I turned on the TV. I 
was watching some cop show, a rerun about runaways living on the street, young girls 
turning to prostitution to survive. Then it hit me. That's what I could do; that's a 
worthwhile goal. If I could take young girls off the street, give them a chance to get their 
lives straightened out, get them educated and able to support themselves legally -- in 
essence, rescue them -- that would be a noble cause indeed.

With that goal in mind, I spent the next couple of days planning. Then I made a phone 
call to the software company attorney.

"I want to have a meeting with the CEO," I said.

"That's impossible; it's just not done that way."

"It will be done that way if he wants to avoid a patent infringement lawsuit."

"I'll get back to you," he said after a brief moment of silence.

A week later I had my meeting. The CEO knew that I had them over a barrel. They could 
delay, draw a lawsuit out forever, but in the end, I would win and it would cost them a 
fortune, plus a ton of bad publicity, which no CEO wants for his company.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to buy my company which holds the patent."

"How much?"

"Fifty million."

He sat there pondering the decision. For him or his company it was chump change.

"What would you do with the money if I agreed to your terms?"

I told him of my plans. We talked about it for about a half an hour, than after a period of 
silence. He stood, shook my hand and said, "I'll have my attorneys draw up an offer 
sheet. You should get it in a couple of days. Good Luck!"

I flew back to New Jersey that night. True to his word, I received an offer sheet for my 
company for fifty million dollars. There was also an envelope addressed to me personally 
containing a check for one million dollars from his foundation with a letter requesting 
that I keep him informed as to the progress I was making. I had my attorney review the 
offer, prepare the paperwork for the sale of the company, and set up a not-for-profit 
corporation so that I could deposit donation checks when I was ready.

The transaction was completed through the attorneys a few weeks later. I was officially 
unemployed and, after taxes, about thirty-eight million dollars richer.

Chapter 3

Now it was time to get started on phase two of my plan. I set up a meeting with the 
president of the development company. I had an offer to present to him. I had discovered 
that the reason his company wanted my land was because he owned an even larger tract 
of land adjacent to mine. Through the right of eminent domain, the state had taken a 
small but very important piece of that land for a highway extension. Now, the only access 
to his property was through mine.

I think he was shocked when I made him my offer. What I wanted in exchange for the 
property was the following: one, his company would pay for the subdivision of the 
property into two parcels; two, his company would knock down the old house and build a 
new one; three, I could choose the floor plan for the house from any of those being 
proposed for his project; four, I would be able to join the home owners association and 
have use of all the facilities just like all the other members; and five, the company would 
have to pay me one dollar for the parcel of his choosing.

"Is that all you want?"

"That's it."

We stood and shook hands. I think, in his mind, I had just saved him a hell of a lot of 
money. We went back to his private office and had a drink while he showed me the all of 
the house plans he had available. I chose a 2,400 square foot house with an open floor 
plan. The living room dining room and kitchen were all combined into one spacious 
central room. Off to one side was the master bedroom suite, which included a large 
bedroom and a huge bathroom with a sunken spa tub and a large separate shower. On the 
other side of the bathroom was a large walk-in closet. The other side of the house 
consisted of a large guest bathroom, a bathroom with a private entrance from the 
bedroom and an entrance from the hall, and a large den, with a small office on the side. 
There was an oversized two-car garage at the front of the house. You entered the house 
through what looked like a bell tower, into a courtyard, which was surrounded by the rest 
of the house. The whole floor plan was laid out in an almost perfect square, 
approximately fifty feet by forty-eight feet.

It would take about a year to get everything accomplished. In the mean time I went back 
to New Jersey to sell my place, pack my possessions and have everything moved to a 
storage facility in Phoenix. I stayed with my brother and his family for the last couple of 
months before the house was completed. I told them all about what I planned to do with 
the rest of my life. He and I discussed how we were going to get the girls off the streets. I 
wanted to do it one at a time. I felt that would give me the highest rate of success. I knew 
I would lose some along the way.

Two months later I moved my things out of storage, bought some additional furniture, 
had the house professionally decorated, and finally moved in. I had one final thing to do. 
The day I moved out of my brother's house, I handed him a large envelope. I told him not 
to open it for twenty-four hours. My cell started ringing fifteen minutes after I left.

"I knew you couldn't do it," I answered with a chuckle.

"We can't accept this."

"Too late it's already done. Think of it as prepaid compensation for everything I'm going 
to ask you to do in the future." With that I hung up. In the envelope was the deed to his 
house and the paid-off mortgage; and trust documents setting up an education fund for his 
kids with two hundred thousand dollars.

I felt confident this was going to work.

Chapter 4

I had given my brother a general guideline as to the qualifications for entering the 
program. They had to be homeless, of course; drug-free because I didn't think I could 
handle a druggy by myself; and between the ages of sixteen and eighteen. If they were 
younger than 16, they would be in the program too long; if they were older they were 
already adults and there were other agencies out there that they could go to for help. I 
wanted them when they were still of high school age so that I could get them back in the 
educational system maybe even through college. The money for their room and board 
would come from my personal funds so that no one could accuse me of living off the not- 
for-profit foundation. The funds that came in from private contributions would be used to 
pay for their education expenses. All tuition bills would come to me for approval and be 
paid by that educational fund.

One week later I had my first girl. Bill had called me the night before with the news that 
he had picked up a girl from the streets early that evening, that she fit the profile, and that 
she was in a holding cell for the night. The next morning he picked her up and drove her 
to my house. He stayed while I conducted a short interview. I found out her name was 
Katie, she was almost seventeen years old, and that she had run away from home in 
Alabama three months before. Katie had been heading to California when she ran out of 
money. She was stuck here with no money, no friends, and had been begging on the 
streets for handouts. She was a scared little girl. When I suggested that we call her 
parents she freaked out on us.

"No, please I can't go back there. Please don't send me back, Please I'll do anything you 
ask."

"Easy, easy, no one is going to send you back."

"When was the last time you were in school? What grade?"

"Three months ago; I was a junior. I always got good grades."

"OK, here is what is going to happen; we're going to try to get you enrolled into school 
here in September as a senior. You will stay here. You'll have your own room. We will 
eat together and study together. You will decide whether or not you want to go to college. 
If you decide to go, all your room, board and tuition and books will be paid for. If you 
decide that college is not for you, I will help you get a job and set you up in an apartment. 
At that point you will be expected to live on your own. I will always be available for you, 
but you will have to do it on your own. The alternative is that Officer Carpenter will 
return you to where he picked you up last night and you will be on your own. What do 
you say?"

"Thank you, I won't let you down."

"Good. Now, first things first; do you have any spare clothes?"

"Yes, another pair of jeans and a football jersey."

"Good. Give me them. I'll put them in the wash, while you go take a shower. Then, after 
you've showered, we'll go shopping for some new clothes."

I led her to her bedroom, showed her how to work the shower. I was a little amused as I 
heard her shut and lock the doors to the bathroom. I guess three months on the streets had 
taught her to be wary of everyone. I said goodbye to Bill.

"Jack I hope you know what you're getting yourself into."

"So do I, Bill. So do I."

So began my first rescue. I was able to get Katie enrolled in high school, after I got a 
copy of her transcript from her old school. It's amazing what a little money in the right 
hands can do. She was a good student and did well. I never asked why she left home, and 
she never offered to tell me. But I knew it must have been something bad. This was a 
good kid: not a troublemaker, nor a wild one out of control.

One night, after a particularly tough evening of homework I told Katie I was calling it a 
night. It was tough for me because it had been almost ten years since I had to do 
homework, 

"Go ahead, Uncle Jack, I'll close up after I watch a little TV."

I went to room, brushed my teeth, took off my clothes and climbed into bed. I had gotten 
used to sleeping only in my briefs. Sleep came quickly. I had a wonderful dream about 
Michelle. We were in bed after making love, I was holding her, we were naked, spooned 
together, and everything about it was so detailed. I could almost feel the heat of her body 
against mine. 

My eyes flew open. There in my arms was Katie. I could smell the scent of her shampoo, 
feel her warmth, the way her body moved as she breathed. I started to panic when I 
realized that I was erect; my cock was pushing against her ass. Thank god she was 
dressed in a long nightshirt. I tried to slip my arm out from under her pillow, as I forced 
my hips back away from her.

"Please don't leave. I needed to be held, I had a bad dream' it was about back home."

"Katie, this isn't right. I'm your guardian. We can't be in bed together."

"Please, just hold me for a little while."

Reluctantly, I slid my arm back under her pillow, and held her around the waist with the 
other, trying my best to keep my lower body away from her.

"Mmmm, I like that. Jack, thank you for everything, for saving me from the streets. The 
reason I ran away was that my stepfather started raping me right after I turned sixteen. He 
would come into my room at night after Mom was asleep. He forced me to have oral sex. 
At first he threatened to beat me if I didn't pleasure him; then he threatened to kill my 
mom and me. One night he came into my room, pulled me to the side of the bed, turned 
me over and took me from behind. In the morning, we all sat at the table having 
breakfast, as if nothing ever happened. I had to get away before he could do it again. I
threw some clothes into a bag, grabbed what little money I had, and instead of walking to 
school, I ran."

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. You're safe here, nothing like that can happen here." I held her 
tightly in order to comfort her. The problem was that it felt good for me also. It had been 
three years since Michelle had died, and I had forgotten how good holding a woman ' 
even a young woman ' could feel. I tried to back off as my erection began to grow, but 
she turned her body to me and slipped her hand into my shorts.

"Jack, please I need you now. I need you to make it right, to help me forget how dirty I 
felt."

With that, all my willpower vanished and I kissed her. The passion that I had hidden deep 
within me came rushing to the surface. Clothes were discarded. My eyes feasted on her 
body.

"Katie, are you protected," I managed to whisper, as she returned my kisses.

"Yes. Please, I can't wait any longer."

I laid her on her back, and slowly entered her. After a couple of strokes, I held her and 
rolled over dragging her over me. I wanted her to be in control. She could stop, if she 
wanted, at anytime.

She never stopped. I looked at her face above me, her eyes were closed, an expression of 
pure joy on her face. I began to roll her nipples between my fingers. She moaned and 
dropped lower, offering her nipple for me to suck. I whipped it with my tongue; and was 
rewarded for my efforts with more moans, as she increased her pace. I wasn't going to 
last much longer. I grabbed her ass, in an effort to get as much contact as possible. Then 
we were both cumming. I opened my eyes, hers were completely shut, her mouth open in 
a silent scream. Then we both collapsed and held each other close.

"Thank you, Jack; I knew it could be beautiful. I knew it."

"Oh, Katie, thank you. I had almost forgotten how good it could feel."

We lay there for a while; finally she rolled off of me.

"Katie, you know that this can never happen again. It's not right for me to be with you in 
this way. I'm your guardian, I'm responsible for your well being; besides I'm almost twice 
your age."

"I know, but who else could I turn to; I needed to feel loved and I needed to erase the 
dark moments from my past. I promise not to ask you again."

With that, she smiled at me, kissed my cheek and left the room.

Breakfast was a little bit awkward, but we got through it. I drove her to school and 
watched as she walked toward the door, met some girl friends, turned and waved 
goodbye.

We never spoke of the incident again, nor was it ever repeated, except in my mind. I'd 
really have to be careful.

Katie graduated and started at the University of Arizona in the fall. She was well on her 
way to becoming the woman she was destined to be. My first success.

Chapter 5

I called Bill and told him I was ready for another. He told me it wouldn't take long. There 
were plenty of kids on the streets. You just had to know where to look and what to look 
for.

A week later, Joann entered the program. She didn't last long. One morning I got up, 
went out to the kitchen and found a note saying that she was leaving; school was not for 
her. I checked the kitchen drawer; the envelope with money, that I told her would be 
there if she ever decided to leave, was gone. It was a safety net, for times when things got 
too tough and the girl had to get away to think things out. I told each girl about the 
envelope containing the money and my business card, and that they could call me 
anytime day or night and that if they ever wanted to return to the program. She never 
called.

Over the years I had more successes than failures. The education fund still had plenty of 
money and I hadn't even made a dent in my personal funds. Shortly after my latest 
success, I received a call from Bill. It seemed that he had a girl in mind for the program, 
but was a little reluctant to bring her in.

"She's not your typical young runaway, he said, I'm not sure you can handle her."

"Just bring her over and let me make that determination."

The next morning the doorbell rang. I went out through the courtyard and opened the 
outside door. There was Bill. Next to him was the largest girl I had ever seen. She had to 
be at least six and a half feet tall with broad shoulders, narrow hips and a scowl on her 
face.

"Jack, this is Maria, she's the girl I was telling you about."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Maria, come in." She ignored my hand and began walking past 
me into the house.

There goes the Miss Congeniality award.

We followed her in, and all sat down at the breakfast counter in the kitchen. I explained 
the program to her; she just nodded her head. When I had completed my outline; I asked 
if she would like to tell me a little bit about herself.

"Sure, " she said. "I'm seventeen years old; my dad abandoned us when I was ten. I left 
high school last month. I came home one night after work, and found my mother dead on 
the floor, shot to death. They figure it was a robbery gone bad. The state wanted to put 
me in a foster home, so I ran. I'm old enough and strong enough to take care of myself. I 
tried to get a job here in Phoenix, but no one would take a chance on me. I've been 
staying wherever I can. I was going to the train station last night when Ranger Rick here 
picked me up."

"Would you consider going back and finishing high school if you had the chance?"

"Why are you doing this? No one does anything for nothing. What's in it for you?"

"It's an obligation I've taken upon myself; what I get is the satisfaction of seeing you 
succeed in life."

She pondered that for a few moments, then laughed and said,

"OK, you have yourself a new project."

"Alright then, leave your spare clothes by the door; I'll wash them while you go in to 
shower."

Bill left and I went down the hall to get her clothes, the door was ajar, I could hear the 
water running, as I bent over to pick up her clothes, she opened the door and dropped the 
clothes she had been wearing on the pile.

"Sorry," I said, and turned my head while I picked up the clothes.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not ashamed of my body I put a lot of hard work into it."

I walked quickly back down the hall trying to comprehend what I had just seen. Not only 
was she the tallest girl I'd ever seen, she was also the most muscular. If I hadn't seen that 
she was a girl, I'd have sworn she was man.

When she got out of the shower, she walked back through the kitchen into the laundry 
room, where I was just taking her jeans and a shirt, bra and panties out of the dryer. I left 
the other clothes in the dryer to tumble a bit more. I handed her clothes to her. She was 
wrapped in two towels; neither of which reached completely around her. The upper towel 
was having an exceptionally hard time of it.

"Thank you," she said taking her clothes from me.

She turned and walked back to the bedroom to change. I was shaking at this point; such 
was the sexuality and raw power that she conveyed. I had glanced at her bra as I put it in 
the wash, a 40C. I knew that the forty was just as much a product of her muscles as it was 
her breasts. I calmed myself down.

"Get a hold of yourself, Jack. She's a seventeen year old girl whose life you have to help 
turn around."

After a few more minutes I came out of the laundry as she came, fully dressed, out of her 
room.

"Jack, thank you again for your kindness, I'm sorry I doubted your sincerity. I can see 
you're a really nice guy. I guess in my life I've only met the other kind, who either wanted 
to control what I did or tried to take from me what they could. I want to be perfectly 
honest with you. I didn't actually leave school; it was more like I was asked to leave. I got 
caught fighting once too many times I guess for the school principal to take. It wasn't my 
fault; I was running down the hall trying to get to class, when I accidentally ran into one 
of the football players and knocked him over. When I offered my hand to help him up, he 
told me to 'fuck off freak. ' I turned and started to walk away, but he kept on calling me 
names. So, I turned, grabbed him by the shirt, and threw him against the lockers. I kept 
hitting him until he slumped to the ground. The principal didn't want to hear my side of 
the story; I was expelled for fighting. I got a job as a bouncer at a strip club in Tucson, 
that's where I'm from. I lied about my age and they didn't check; they liked the idea of a 
woman bouncer. One night the club was raided; I guess the cops thought I was a 
customer because when I ran, no one followed. I made my way up here to Phoenix and 
tried to get a job, but no club would hire me. So here I am."

I could tell Maria was going to be a real challenge. Not only was she extremely 
intimidating to a guy of my slight stature, she was also more worldly that any of the other 
girls. I decided that the best course of action would be for her to earn her high school 
diploma from home. Once she earned her diploma, the question would be whether she 
wanted to go on with her education. I asked her what she wanted to do with her life; what 
her interests were. She said she had no plans for the future, but that her interests
involved physical conditioning, weightlifting and boxing. If she could just combine any 
or all of those into a career, she would be truly happy.

"Why don't we get you set up with some workout clothes and tomorrow you can come 
with me to the community fitness room. You could workout and watch the instructors to 
see what they do."

We went shopping after dinner that night, and bought her several sets of sweats for 
working out at the club. We also bought some other workout clothes that would be better 
suited for a public gym. After all, tomorrow we were going to a fifty-five and older 
facility. I didn't want to have her give some old geezer a heart attack.

The next day, dressed in our sweats we ran over to the club. I introduced her to the 
attendants as my niece. You should have seen the expression on the guy's face when she 
shook his hand. I guess he wasn't used to such a firm grip from a woman. We went over 
to the weight bench. She looked around added up the weights available and said,

"There's not enough weight here to give me a good workout."

I told her to just warm up today and that we could set up a gym in the garage, which was 
empty accept for my car. I watched her rack up all the plates available totaling 150 
pounds. For me that would have been too much weight; 100 pounds was my maximum. 
She laid on the bench pushed the bar off the rack, let it fall to her chest and proceeded to 
do fifteen reps with perfect form; then put the bar back. Waited a minute; then did 
another set; waited a minute and then did one more set. By the end of the third set, she
still hadn't broken a sweat, but I sure had. I had to walk over to one of the Nautilus 
machines, and start some lat pulls in order to hide my erection. God, she was awesome. 

After my sets, I walked back over to her; she was doing two-arm curls, with sixty pounds 
on the bar. This was giving her a little more of a challenge, but she completed her third 
set with little trouble. After a few more exercises with the free weights, she walked over 
to the circuit and basically pulled the full set of weights on each machine. By the time she 
was finished, she had the attention of everyone in the room, including the instructors. She 
just smiled, wrapped her towel around her neck, said goodbye.

On the walk back home, she said to me:

"That wasn't bad; I could use more free weights."

"How much more?"

"A three hundred pound set with a heavy duty bench, some smaller bars for one-arm 
curls, and maybe some additional twenty-pound plates would do. We could use the club 
for the circuit training on alternate days."

"What did you think of the instructors and their jobs?"

"In a club like that they don't seem to do much work, they're mostly there just to keep the 
room clean, the equipment in good order and the clientele from killing themselves. I think 
a public gym would give me a better idea of what they do."

In the next couple of weeks we set up a pretty nice work out room. I bought everything 
that Maria had requested, plus some additional equipment that the salesman 
recommended. Only when it was complete did I allow her to use it.

I remember the first time she went through her workout routine; I just sat on the hood of 
the car, amazed. Watching her warm up in her belly shirt, a sports bra, and shorts she was 
a wonder to behold. More than once I had to sit there and will my erection to subside.

"She's your ward, she's only seventeen, you're a dirty old man behave yourself" became 
my mantra.

It was when she finished doing her one-arm curls with fifty pounds in each hand, and the 
stood before me and flexed, that I almost lost it. At six-feet-six, two hundred ten pounds, 
her arms exploding into softball-sized mounds, she exuded power and dominance. The 
realization hit me that this woman, she was no longer a girl in my eyes, could destroy me 
with her bare hands if she chose to.

She walked up to me put her arm over my shoulder, kissed me on the cheek and said,

"Thank you, thank you for everything; for giving me a direction in life, a purpose. Now 
let's get in the house; I need a shower."

So did I; a cold one. We walked into the house, she went in one direction, and I went in 
the other.

In the months ahead, I watched her pack even more muscle and strength into that glorious 
body. I would work out with her, using lighter weights of course. I was proud of my 
body; I had always had a lot of stamina from my running, but now I had been able to 
work off any excess fat and had really toned up.

"Not bad for a guy pushing forty."

Chapter 6

I started noticing a change in Maria's demeanor. She seemed to be turning inward; she 
was keeping more to herself. Then one morning as I turned the page on the calendar I 
realized why. She would be turning eighteen in a couple of weeks. Per my own rules, she 
would have to leave my house, and either get a job or go on with her schooling. Now I 
was depressed. I had to do something.

That night I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. Then I experienced an epiphany. 
Someone had said once that if you turn your play into work, you'll never have to work a 
day in your life. I knew just what to do for her. One problem solved; now I only had one 
more to work on. That one would take a little more soul searching and was a lot more 
unpredictable.

At breakfast, on the morning of her birthday, I asked her, "How does it feel to be 
eighteen?"

I got the reaction that I was hoping for.

"Terrible! I know you're going to send me away; that for me the program is over."

I could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Please Maria, don't cry. Get dressed; I want to go for a short drive."

She returned twenty minutes later, freshly scrubbed, casually dressed, and already asking 
questions.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there."

We got into the car, and drove the five miles out to the main shopping area. We called it 
Four Corners because developers had put shopping centers on all four corners of the 
intersection. There were big box stores in three of them, while the fourth seemed to be 
comprised of mostly smaller, stand-alone buildings. We pulled into that parking lot and 
maneuvered through the lot until we were parked in front of a large empty building. From 
the outside it appeared that most of the rough construction had been completed, but its
purpose could not be determined. We got out of the car and walked up to the doorway.

"What are we doing here; it's just an empty building."

I pulled out a set of keys, and unlocked the door. We stepped inside.

"This, my dear, is your birthday present."

She looked at me with a blank uncomprehending look on her face. Then her face lit up. 

"Oh my god! You beautiful, wonderful, man, you didn't? You're going to open a gym?"

"No," I countered, "we're going to open a gym. Partner." With that she squealed and 
grabbed me under the arms and lifted me completely off the ground, her arms completely 
straight. She showed no strain at all as she spun us around. Then, brought me down until I 
was at eye level with her; and began kissing me. Finally with tears of joy in her eyes she 
let me back down until my feet were back on the ground.

"I love you so much," she blurted out.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Fishing in my pocket, I pulled out a small black box and 
dropping down on one knee I looked up to her and said, 

"Maria, these last nine months have been wonderful. You have filled a void in my life 
that I never thought could ever be filled again. I know that compared to you I'm an old 
man and that I don't deserve someone as beautiful, and vivacious as you. But I promise 
you that I will always love you, that I will always try to make you happy, and that your 
life with me will never be dull. Will you marry me?"

By this time she was shaking, tears were running down her cheeks, and she had a 
wonderful smile on her face.

"Yes, Jack. Yes. Oh God, I never thought anyone could love me, certainly not a man as 
wonderful as you."

Once again I felt myself being lifted off the ground, this time I stopped at her mouth and 
she almost crushed the life out of me with her hugs and kisses. When we finally calmed 
down, I walked her around the building, showing her what the architect had suggested, 
asking her for input, her suggestions. This was to be the finest fitness club in the valley 
and I wanted it done right. It would be a place where serious athletes and ordinary people 
could come, enjoy the state of the art facilities, while they trained or just tried to get into
shape.

She couldn't wait to get started and was going in a hundred different directions at the 
same time. Oh the wonders of youth. I could feel the energy she emitted. Then she 
quieted down looked me in the eye and whispered, "Let's get back home."

I hit the remote door opener before I reached the driveway, pulled the car into the garage, 
hit the remote again and shut off the car. Maria was already out her door and opening 
mine. I managed to undo my seatbelt before she pulled me out of the car and into the 
house. This time we didn't head for separate bedrooms. We stood at the foot of my bed 
kissing, each trying to get the other's clothes off. Naked, she was just as breathtaking as I 
imagined. Her breasts were high and firm. Even though she was a C cup they appeared 
almost small, considering the size of her chest. Her skin was flawless. Of course, at six- 
feet-six, her legs were long and muscular.

She stepped back and looked over my body.

"I hope you're not too disappointed."

"You're perfect," she said and, with a smile on her face, picked me up and threw me on 
the bed. We made mad passionate love until, thoroughly exhausted, I rolled off of her. 
We fell asleep in one another's arms.

I awoke first and watched her as she slept. How lucky can one guy get, I thought, to have 
not one love of my life, but two? I slipped out of bed and cleaned up. I went out to the 
fridge, grabbed two bottles of water and returned to find her coming out of the bathroom. 
We climbed back on the bed and drank.

We talked about the gym and about our wedding plans. Then I felt her hand rubbing on 
my cock. I looked into her eyes and said,

"Honey, I'm not sure I can go again so soon; you really wore me out."

"Oh, I think you'll be just fine, she said her hand gently moving up and down my already 
growing erection. You just lay back and enjoy, I'll do all the hard stuff."

With that, she moved down the bed and, kneeling between my legs, took me into her 
mouth. I could feel her tongue swirl around the head, her hand caressing my balls. I'm not 
a large man, about average, so she had no problem taking me almost completely into her 
mouth. Then she would slowly back off and repeat the process. Surely I had died and was 
in heaven. She stopped, looked up at me and smiled. She crawled up over me until she 
was straddling my hips, reached down and guided me into her pussy. Sitting almost 
straight up, she started to rise and fall.

"This feels so good, I never want to stop."

I could feel her pussy grip me as she tightened her internal muscles. She grabbed her tits 
and squeezed the nipples. She increased her pace until, suddenly, she froze in place. I 
could feel her orgasm wash over her; saw the blush on her neck and cheeks. I was close 
as well. I think she sensed it, because she tightened her muscles even more, causing me a 
little pain and driving back my release.

"Not yet my love, I want more."

She started to move again, up and down, up and down; then stayed down, reached for my 
head and pulled me to her nipple.

"Bite me," she hissed.

I bit on her nipple, gently at first, then with increased pressure as I felt her cum again. 
She released my head and laid me back down on the pillow. She held me off again, and 
then commenced her movements once again. We both knew I was close. She straightened 
up. I could feel her pussy rhythmically tightening around me, milking my cock. She 
raised her arms, expanded her chest and flexed. Her muscles seemed to explode from 
within her body.

"Cum for me. Now."

I couldn't take any more. My body convulsed and I came. I felt as if I was being turned 
inside out. Then there was darkness.

"Jack. Jack! Are you OK? Speak to me. God, I'm sorry. Please, speak to me."

I could hear her in the distance as I slowly came back to consciousness. I gazed up into 
her dark brown eyes,

"That was the most intense experience I have ever felt! Don't cry, I'm fine."

"You had me so scared; I thought you were dead."

"No, but I was in heaven. I saw a big beautiful angel."

Epilogue

We were married in a simply ceremony. My brother and sister-in-law were there as 
witnesses. After a two-week honeymoon in Aruba, we settled into a married life that was 
far from ordinary.

The gym took six months to complete and was an immediate success. Maria, opened the 
gym in the morning, came home for lunch and returned to work out in the afternoon. The 
night crew came in at three and closed up at eleven. We had several prominent athletes 
from the area training in our facility, along with their coaches. We also had personal 
trainers using the gym, along with their clients. The gym had separate rooms for boxing, 
wrestling and free weights. There was a complete section for circuit training and several 
rows of treadmills and ellipticals. Finally there was a running track on the balcony, which 
ran around the inside perimeter of the gym.

I continued the rescue mission. Only now, there were two of us to help the girls; Maria 
giving counsel from a woman's point of view. It was a little strange, at first, having a 
stranger sleeping in our house at night; having to tone down the volume on our love- 
making. It just felt different than before when I was by myself.

One incident I remember distinctly. Bill had dropped off sixteen-year-old runaway. 
Maria, who was home for lunch at the time, helped me with the interview, and after we 
got her clothes cleaned and her showered, we all ate lunch together. This girl was angelic, 
blond hair, high puffy cheeks, blue eyes and a wonderful smile and a body that would 
turn any man's head. After lunch, Maria and Suzanne left the table, headed to her 
bedroom and closed the door. I figured they were having a girl-to-girl chat. About twenty 
minutes later, Maria came out of the bedroom and announced that she was going back to
the gym. Suzanne and I settled in the living room to further her plans for school. That 
night, at bedtime, Maria closed and locked the door and proceeded to strip me naked. She 
threw me on the bed and after taking her clothes off and fucked me nearly to death. When 
I could finally talk, I asked,

"What was that all about, not that I'm complaining?"

"I just wanted to remind you how good we are together; I already made Suzanne perfectly 
aware of what the consequences would be if she even looked at you with anything other 
than a father daughter relationship in mind. I love you with all my heart and never want 
to lose you."

"I love you the same way, you know that."

"I know, but a little positive reinforcement never hurts. Ready for round 2?"

THE END

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