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  “OK, stay here. Sure you’ll be warm enough?”

  “Yeah, fine, it’s heated up in here now,” she replied.

  “OK, don’t open the door to any strangers.”

  “OK, Daddy” she said, smiling with affection as he shut the door and waved. He was gone longer than she had anticipated and she was beginning to feel a little chilly as the minutes ticked by. She had just about checked out every application on her phone that she could and many didn’t work since she had switched off carrier and network services in case people were trying to track her phone usage. Then it struck her. She had used Google maps to guide herself to the house and surely that left a trail and so it was only a matter of time before the Police got her phone logs and traced her route even if her cellphone was as good as off by now. She gulped, cursing her idiocy but realised that there was nothing she could do now. He reappeared after exactly fifty minutes, immediately apologizing.

  “Sorry, that took way longer than I thought. Coffee?” he offered.

  “Oh, Starbucks! Civilization again!”

  “And I bought you these,” he said, handing over a bag with Victoria’s Secret on the side. She slid the coffee cup into the drinks holder and he beamed at her. “Felt weird going round there looking at sexy underwear, lots of assistants came up to me trying to help.”

  “Oh god thanks,” she said, opening the bag and seeing three pairs of boy-short style knickers. He started the car and pulled out of the space, grinning at her delight. She undid the anorak and unbuttoned her jeans.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, glancing at her as her jeans reached her knees.

  “Getting out of these ripped things, god they hurt.” The jeans slipped of her feet and she raised her buttocks, gripping her knickers at the waistband and quickly sliding them down her legs. She grabbed a pair of the shorts and touched them to her cheek. “So soft!”

  “Fuck Holly, you’re changing right here?”

  “Look out!” she screamed. He looked forward and jammed on the brakes as a woman yelled in front of them and pulled a baby buggy out of their path.

  “Fuck!” he shouted at nobody in particular. The woman strode towards their car. “Cover yourself!” he shouted.

  Holly wrapped the anorak around her body and dropped the old knickers on the floor. Harry wound the window down and began apologizing.

  “Watch where you’re going, dumbass!” shouted the woman.

  “I’m so sorry, really, I was talking and didn’t see you.”

  “Well it’s lucky your daughter shouted or you’d have run straight into us!”

  “Yes, sorry.” The woman grunted and moved off towards the Mall. Harry looked across to Holly and grimaced. “That was close.” he said.

  “My fault, I think I distracted you Daddy.”

  Harry grinned and shook his head, “You certainly did young lady.”

  “Lucky she didn’t look in the car or she’d have seen my jeans on the floor with four pairs of knickers!” She grinned wickedly then added “Can you go over to that far corner then turn for the exit?”

  He shrugged and swung the wheel. She opened the anorak and while he slowly drove across the empty car park she picked up a pale yellow pair of knickers, slipped her feet into them and pulled them up, knowing that as she did so and if he was watching which she was almost certain he was, then the chances were high that he would have just seen the outline of her pussy.

  “Oh god, Holly!” he groaned. Confirmation, she thought, as if she even needed it.

  “There, all better, so much more comfortable than those ripped ones.” She dropped the torn pair over the gear shift and they both laughed out loud at the sight.

  Back on the driveway Holly packed her jeans and the other underwear into the bag, wrapped the anorak around her tightly and followed him quickly into the house. She dropped the bag in the lounge and shed the anorak.

  They sat on the sofa and finished their coffee, flicking through cable TV channels which mainly contained sports programs or repeats of old movies. He was dressed quite normally in jeans and warm shirt while she sat there crossed legged in yellow boy-shorts and a t-shirt. His daughter would never have sat there like that and so once again his cock responded favorably.

  “I’m probably going for a quick run Hol, and then we can have lunch.”

  “I can get it ready for you if you like?”

  “Oh that would be good, just grab anything for the fridge, make a salad, there’s chicken somewhere.”

  He changed into his running clothes and went down into the study. He logged out of his email account and called her, explaining that she could use his PC if she wanted to check on news and anything else. She hugged him for his thoughtfulness and he made his escape, pleased with the feeling of his hardness trapped inside the tight material of his LuluLemon sportswear. He walked round to the back of the house, through the garden gate and set off at a medium pace parallel to the line of pylons.

  Five minutes after he had disappeared, Holly left the kitchen and sat down in the study. She downloaded her VPN client and happily signed in with her username and password. Once set to Uganda, she accessed her email and saw the twenty or so messages that she had received since the previous afternoon. The only one she opened was from Jenny “Where are you babe just tell me ur ok” She stared at it, thankful for Jenny’s concern but eventually decided that she wouldn’t reply. She logged out of the VPN and went back to preparing lunch.

  She was chopping a spring onion when she saw a flash of red outside the kitchen window. It came from back in the woods, about forty yards away but was unmistakable in that it moved with human intent. She put the knife down and moved closer to the window while trying to stay to one side rather than stand by the sink and in full view. The red was a shirt, owned by what looked like a very overweight man who lumbered through the bushes which skirted the woods but she knew he had seen her. She sensed something wasn’t right about the situation, walked quickly to the back door and turned the key to lock it then did the same with the garage door which she had used to gain entry into the house. Back in the kitchen she picked up the phone and turned cautiously to the window but the man had disappeared. She watched for several minutes but he didn’t reappear. Although she still had some misgivings about the incident she replaced the phone in the charger and continued with lunch.

  Harry returned hot, sweaty and looking happy about thirty minutes later, by which time she had the table laid and the lunch prepared.

  “I need a shower Hol.”

  “OK, we can eat right after.”

  “OK” he said, realising that she was still wearing just a t-shirt which was too short to cover her yellow knickers. He rewarded his previous good behavior with a glance between her legs and stifled a groan as he noted the very prominent outline of her pussy lips and then, pushing out the material of her t-shirt, the small mounds of her breasts. He breathed in deeply, turned and said “Later.”

  Harry changed into a smart buttoned shirt which was slightly thicker than normal to provide some warmth plus a pair of shorts. He would have worn underwear but decided that his penis needed some air and anyway, the exertion from his run had shrunk it as it normally did and a little bit of freedom wouldn’t hurt. Just as important though was his unconscious decision that it was useless pretending that he wasn’t getting hard with Holly around the house and why should he keep hiding the fact since it was his house anyway? He entered the kitchen to see Holly seated at the round kitchen table and whether she knew it or not, he had a perfect view for two seconds of her parted thighs and those little yellow knickers.

  They ate in the quiet enjoyment of each other’s company, with brief conversations about the temperature outdoors and an offer from Harry to take her out to dinner in the evening rather than cook. She beamed a smile at him and set her knife and fork down on her plate.

  “Daddy, that’s so kind of you. I don’t think anyone has ever taken me out to a nice dinner,” she said, reaching out to touch his ha
nd.

  “Your parents must have done, surely?”

  “No, my Mum might take me to a café now and then but never my father,” she said, her voice trailing off as her smile vanished.

  “Holly? Are there things that you need to tell me? Has someone hurt you?” he asked, squeezing her hand.

  She held his hand as tightly as she could as a sob slowly built then burst from her chest. She heaved and shook as her emotions boiled over. Harry stood, grabbed her shoulders and hugged her awkwardly while she sat, staring at her half-finished lunch.

  “Holly, I’m so sorry, it’s none of my business.” She simply shook her head and put her arms around his waist, hugging him. “Hey, let’s go in the lounge, eh?” He led her out of the kitchen and they settled on the sofa with his arm round her shoulders and her head on his chest. Even with the comfort of the cuddle from Harry, Holly sobbed loudly for several minutes then simply shook and cried while Harry stroked her hair and occasionally kissed the top of her head. She calmed slowly, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and with her head still on his chest began to whisper to him.

  “I have two lives Daddy. One when my father is out of the house and another when he is there.” She paused for almost a minute, possibly expecting Harry to ask a question, but he simply continued to stroke her long, dark hair. “He really wants me gone, out of the house forever. My Mum tries to look out for me though, so they fight continually. It’s got worse as I’ve gone through High School. I had to take a year off and go to a college because I just couldn’t concentrate, or sleep, eat, anything.”

  “Do your parents know where you are?” he asked, touching her face.

  “No, just that I’ve gone for a while.”

  “You must tell them. If it was me I’d be worried sick.”

  “No, not yet,” she quickly replied

  “Holly, if someone goes missing for more than twenty-four hours the Police assume there’s injury or kidnapping or worse. If you’ve been gone for five days then they might be searching for a body. Please!”

  “I don’t want to contact them, not yet,” she said, defiantly.

  “Is there someone who you could just tell that you’re alive and safe?”

  She lay still against him for a little while longer then looked up into his eyes. “Can I use your PC again?”

  “Sure, take your time,” he replied, trying to remember what was on the screen when he last used it. She left the room with his eyes glued to her buttocks before he turned the TV on and surfed for something intelligent with zero sexual content which might keep his shorts from bulging.

  Holly sat at the desk, switched the screen on and went to his session of Chrome, only mildly surprised to see images of naked young girls appear. Her heart surged in her chest as she scrolled back and image after image appeared with young girls, shaved, fit, smiling with small breasts. She sat forward, squeezing her legs together as she looked at the detail in the images, noting the production values that had been applied and the variety of sets. Many of the outdoor pictures seemed to have been taken in normal surroundings and she smiled at the audacity of the models. She thought of Jenny, her beautiful Jenny and sighed. Holly launched her VPN then switched to a new browser tab and entered her email service. She logged on and went straight to Jenny’s email from two days before. She replied to it “I’m fine, happy, very very safe, eating well etc. miss u tho. J xx” She clicked ‘send’ and refreshed to make sure that the outbox was empty. She closed the tab just as Harry came into the study. The screen had returned to the images of girls and Harry looked across to the screen, then at her, then back to the screen.

  “Oh Hol, I’m sorry, that’s very bad of me,” he said, reaching for the keyboard.

  She pulled it out of his reach and smiled “It’s OK, some of these are pretty good images.”

  “Hol, they’re not meant for you,” he said, moving to switch off the screen. “Did you contact someone?”

  “Yes, thanks. Look, this one here,” she said, pointing at a young girl who was supposedly eighteen but looked more like fourteen.

  “Holly, come on, let’s go back to the lounge.”

  “Wait. I mean, look how they posed her, the way the light from the window diffuses before it hits her face. It’s perfectly exposed on the left side but it’s almost half that intensity on the right. And the depth of field has blurred the background but you can tell there are other people there, as though she’s at a party or something. And her breasts are in perfect profile, right? They took their time to get this right, to make her feel special, wanted, at ease. She’s so pretty.”

  “You know about this type of thing?”

  “I studied it last year when I was, you know, out of school.”

  “They teach porn at college these days?”

  “No, Daddy. Photography!”

  He smiled, turned off the monitor and took her hand. “Let’s go and sit down,” he said, leading her to the sofa. They resumed their positions with her head on his chest but after a few minutes she turned round to face away from him, laid across his legs and watched the TV.

  The show ended and adverts filled the void. Holly gazed round the room, looking at ornaments and pictures that reflected Harry’s family life. She touched his shins and knees, smiling to herself at the muscles of his legs.

  “You have hairy legs,” she giggled.

  “You have very smooth legs,” replied Harry, running his hand from her foot up to her upper thighs. The huge bruise was thankfully hidden underneath so no comment was necessary about her injury, or his attack on her.

  “And I don’t have to shave them although I don’t know why, other’s at school do,” she said, rolling over onto her back in a slow, careful motion. As she moved her elbow, once again, she grazed his cock and helped it attain full attention. He looked down at her, the wide smile, the sparkling eyes and hair that spilled out over his shorts. She was petite, adorable, full of life and on the run. He touched the side of her face and she took one of his fingers in her hand.

  “Daddy, I feel so safe here, it’s just so very different.”

  “From home?”

  She nodded, pulling his middle finger across her lips. “Yes, home is just so unpredictable, unplanned, like one day can be OK, and the next there’s a war going on.” She sucked on his finger and pulled it between her lips.

  “Oh god. Holly, this isn’t right!” he whispered, shifting on the sofa to give his cock some breathing room. She moved away, slight further down his legs and let go of his finger but rested her hand on his thighs.

  “Daddy, I think my bruise has gone away a bit,” she said, looking up into his eyes again. He glanced at her left thigh and saw once again the damage that he had inflicted. It was about four inches across and various tones of yellow and purple in the center. She pulled up her t-shirt just to the point where the swell of her breasts was noticeable. “What about this one, it’s difficult for me to see it?” Harry realised that the swing which connected with her arm had also hit her ribs.

  It was a smaller bruise but brighter, angrier. He touched the skin and she whelped. “Sorry baby,” he said, “It still looks nasty, we need to be careful with them.”

  She let go of the t-shirt but the flat of her stomach and the well-defined muscles were still exposed, as were her boy-shorts in their tasteful pale yellow which accented the tightness of her buttocks to perfection.

  “The hairs seem to get less just here, why’s that?” she asked, touching the inside of his upper thigh.

  He breathed out steadily, trying to calm himself. His cock was aching and obviously pushing hard against the zip of his shorts. “I don’t know, perhaps it’s warmer there so less hair is required?”

  Her fingers slipped under the material of the shorts. “So the warmer it gets, the less hair you have? Maybe girls are the same?”

  “Holly,” he mumbled but her fingers advanced, exploring inside his shorts.

  “It’s very warm in here, cozy, right?”

 
; “Holly, this isn’t right, I’m old enough to be your father,” he stuttered as the back of her fingers brushed against his balls.

  “Daddy, I bet it’s very cold outdoors right now,” she said, quietly, almost to herself. He could see the impression her hand was making within his shorts, pushing the material up and creating more room.

  “Hol!”

  “When I was walking it rained for about four hours on the third day, non-stop. That was cold.” Her little fingers wrapped around his balls and squeezed gently, exploring the wrinkled skin but yet to make contact with the object of his desire.

  “Hol, you mustn’t do this. We mustn’t.” he pleaded, reaching back behind his head to grip the sofa and give her as much room as possible. He breathed out hard and looked up at the ceiling, feeling his cock straining against the material and begging for her touch.

  “And then on the last night out there was hail, and even though I was under a tree it still hit me, the ground was soaking and I was shivering even when I was walking and bundled up, trying to get warm.”

  Her fingers timidly stroked the base of his cock and he let out a gasp, louder than he had intended as she explored the join between his balls and the rigid shaft. She touched him slowly, feeling the texture of the skin change, the continued warmth and welcoming feeling of the little cave in his shorts. Plan B seemed to be pretty good to her, all things considered and she wanted to burst with joy as emotions washed over her. Everything had changed in the past few days. She had gone from feeling totally rejected at home, tired, injured, cold, lonely and miserable to warm, protected, loved and entertained. Life was at last treating her as she had believed it should and it was thanks to the generosity of just one man, her Daddy beside her. She smiled up at him as he ran his hand along her thigh, over her buttocks and under her t-shirt. He caressed her back, pulling her a little closer as her fingers rose up the stiffness of his cock.