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Subject: {ASSM} "The Bachelor's Daughter (Mg, Cons, Rom)
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Date: Wed,  7 Apr 2004 18:10:08 -0400
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The Bachelor's Daughter

{ASSM} (Mg, Cons, Rom)

By Simple Man


*** This is the last story he ever wrote and a fitting place to begin.  His
style is his own and his writing quirks are, in my opinion, intentional.
This story is classic Simple Man at his best and I hope you enjoy it as much
as I did.  The story is unedited and will be posted in three parts, the last
part unfinished, but in my opinion a fitting ending. ***


The Bachelor's Daughter   1

     Dammit, I was out of coffee cream again and it was late in the night.
I knew I should not be drinking coffee at this hour but the report had to
get finished tonight and I was getting desperate.  I put on my coat and
climbed into my car, driving the two blocks to the all night convince store.
I scarfed up the coffee cream and a box of glazed donuts, paid for them and
left the store.  It was after midnight.

     I had some graphs to make and my report would be finished, I could go
to bed after one very long day.  As I approached my car I saw a movement in
the shadows at the side of the building.  I walked in that direction and as
my eyes adjusted to the dark saw a cold shivering little girl, and I mean
little girl, she was barely more than a baby and I guessed her to be 5 if
she was even that old.  She looked scared to death to be discovered like
this and began to cry.  I knelt down in front of her and pulled her into my
arms, more to give her some warmth than anything else, all the while cooing
to her that it was alright now.

     Jason Bennet was a bachelor, a confirmed bachelor and also a virgin,
and how he managed to reach the age of 45 without ever having a woman was
testament to the feeling he had about women.  He did not want commitment or
to be tied down in any way and he paid for it with celibacy.  Kidded and
cajoled at work, he paid them no mind shrugging off their teasing like water
off a duck's back.  That was then, this was now!

Feeling the child cling to him and sob her eyes out on his shoulder he caved
in.  She needed help; he just knew it or she would not be out here past
midnight like this with no coat!  He didn't have to try, his heart went out
to her and the child felt it.  The beginnings of a bond were forming and
neither of them were aware of it, but they both needed each other and it
came to pass.

     She seemed a little calmer now being in my arms and being hugged tight.
When I asked her if she would come with me to a warm place and some food she
nodded quickly and hugged me just as tight.  There was a story here and I
knew that later I would hear it.  Even at her young age she had history that
needed telling and it pissed me off that she did because beside that
building crouching in the dark she had no future.  I knew it was my job to
either find her future or create it, but for now she needed something much
more basic and we were on our way to get it.

The short drive took only a few minutes and after I parked, I lifted her up
into my arms and carried her into my home.  Throwing another log on the
fire, the report forgotten, I settled her next to the fire and tried to see
if she was hurt in any way.  What I found without even trying was her
bruised neck and thighs and her little dress could not hide the damage.  She
was a pretty little girl and about as tiny as I have ever seen, not that I
have looked at many before.  She tried to cover herself when she saw me
looking but stopped as I moved my hand to hers.  She gave up, letting me
lift her dress and look at how badly she had been abused.

One other thing I noticed was dried blood on her white cotton panties and I
simple had no choice but to look farther.  She didn't resist as I pulled her
panties down her legs and off of her.  Spreading her legs into the light,
her little pussy was covered in dried blood and was literally purple being
so bruised.  The only thing I could think of was a bath, a nice hot one, as
hot as she could stand.  The rage would come later when I had a chance to
think about it more, but for now she needed to heal.

I had to gently let her slip into the bath water as it was pretty hot and
the very last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.  I could not tell if she
had been beaten or raped, but she was really black and blue where she had
been covered before.  She oddly did not resist me undressing her or touching
her, like maybe she was used to it.  I waited for her story and now I was
thinking I did not want to hear it.  Adding some bubble bath for her
pleasure I began washing her with my soapy hands.  Her body was so soft it
was amazing, I had never felt anything that soft before.

She was really good about being washed until I got between her legs and the
she let out with an OUCH.  The story was pretty clear right now, only the
details were missing and the blood rushed to my head while I tried hard to
suppress my rage in front of her.  She still needed to be cleaned and she
gritted her teeth as I did so.  One brave little girl.

     I had only one furnished bedroom and I took her to bed with me after
feeding her a little something, she cuddled up gently next to me and did not
seem to mind that I slept naked.  She was warm and protected now and I was
going to see that she was never hurt or abused again.  I had other thoughts
as well about her abuser but what I was thinking was a crime the world over,
and frankly I didn't care at the moment.  Then suddenly the thought vanished
as her leg crossed over my thigh, and for the first time in my life I was
naked in bed with a girl.  It scared the shit out of me.

Fifteen, twenty, then thirty days went by and she healed slowly but her
attraction to me and mine to her was becoming stronger every day.  Perhaps
the most that she felt attracted to was my gentle touch when she was naked
because I did not hurt her and she welcomed being bathed and touched.
Myself, I felt more at ease with her than I could have believed once before.
It was time to venture out again and I had just the place in mind for her to
stretch her legs.  I kept it a mystery and she begged for me to tell her
only half hard.

     The Mall of America is big, very big, and I wanted to watch her after I
set her loose in the girls department at J.C. Penny's.  She was a human
signboard registering every emotion on her face as she looked through the
vast array of clothing for little girls.  I could see what she liked and
what she didn't.  She had good taste, but she picked nothing out for me to
buy her.  It was time I stepped in.

Kneeling down to her size she cuddled right up next to me and gave me a kiss
right on my lips, and that was okay because she had done it before and I
dealt with it at that time.

 "Honey, you need some new clothes!  I want you to pick out what you like
and I want to get it for you."

She picked up a blouse from off the rack and handed it to me.  All smiles
she started to walk off out of the girls department, I had to run to stop
her.

 "Honey, this can't be all, you need lots of clothes and things."

Then I caught on, she did not want to ask for much, maybe she had done that
once before and gotten hurt for her efforts.  This was too much for me, even
her spirit was broken and I wanted to cry.  She could not understand what
price she would have to pay for wanting anything, and she could not grasp
that I demanded nothing from her.  She stood silent and very afraid.  Up to
now she simply had just been available and I did things to her, that was how
her mind saw it and now she was being treated like somebody loved her and
wanted to make her happy.  The pain was not over yet and she reluctantly
accepted the few necessary clothes she did need.

It had been a bittersweet day and I had learned more about how deep she had
been abused and hurt.  It explained her distant looks sometimes, like her
soul was not even there but resting in a safe haven nobody knew of but her.
She needed professional help and again I was scared.


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