Chapter 2
"You have a visitor, Anna," said the nurse.
Anna looked up from her hospital bed, and for a moment, she thought she was looking into the face of Almira Fimp again.
She started to cry out, but then, the nurse flicked on the other lights in the room, and Anna could see that the resemblance was only superficial.
"Hello, little girl. Anna, isn't it?"
The red-haired girl nodded.
"Well, I understand you've been through an awful lot, haven't you?"
Anna pondered for a moment and then said "Well, I guess no more than a lot of people. You know?"
The woman nodded understandingly. "You don't have to try to play down what you feel ... I know the story, and I know what you've been through, and I want you to know that everything's going to be all right."
"Really? And how is that?"
Anna, for some reason, was finding it difficult to trust the woman. Perhaps it was just the residue of her first impression, that the woman was Almira Fimp ... or perhaps the resemblance went deeper ... were there silent, unperceived frequencies that the woman was broadcasting to Anna?
Possibly. Whatever, soon after their conversation began, Anna had already decided that whatever her reason for coming to the hospital to visit, it was for no reason that would do her any good.
The woman was smiling and talking to her in a friendly manner, though, and Anna found that she was compelling, despite the strange vibrations that she was giving off.
"We think that it's absolutely horrible, the treatment that you received, and we just want you to know that steps have been taken to make sure that nothing like that can happen again."
Great, thought Anna. Does me a lot of good. She still felt the painful bruises on her cheek every time she tried to smile. And her clitoris was still sensitive and sore from the brutal rape ... of sorts ... that she'd been forced to endure.
"We understand that you've been through a very traumatic experience...."
The woman was continuing to talk, but Anna wasn't really listening ... what's she want with me, she was thinking instead. What brings her here.
" ... so what we were wondering...."
Ah, here it comes, thought Anna.
". . .and come to live with him...."
Huh? "Wait a minute," said Anna suddenly. "What's that you said?"
"Eh? Excuse me dear? Weren't you listening?"
"Umm ... no ... not really. Look, I'm sorry, but I don't feel all that well, and I'm a little shy right now ... but it you'd just run that by me again ... real slow, I'd be glad to listen."
The woman grimaced, momentarily, and again, Anna felt a pang of displeasure ... God, the woman looked like Almira Fimp when she scowled. Leapin' Lizards, that's all she needed, was Almira's double.
"What I came to suggest, dear," the woman began, forcing a tone of tolerance and patience, "is that you come to live with us."
Anna had no idea what the woman was talking about, but if it involved living with her, there wasn't any way she'd consider it.
She started to shake her head when the woman continued "Oliver would simply love to have you as a house guest for a while."
"Oliver? I don't understand...."
"Oliver Warcrimes. The chief benefactor of this orphanage, child. Surely you've heard of him."
Anna remembered the name now, but she really knew little about the elusive Mr. Warcrimes, other than the fact that he was extremely wealthy, and that he was involved in a wide variety of business deals. She had never seen him ... indeed, very few people had ever seen him.
But many felt the long arm of his influence ... many more felt it than were aware of it.
What does he want with me?" Anna asked, confused.
The woman sighed, an exasperated sigh. "Don't you ever listen to a thing anyone says to you, child. Perhaps Mr. Warcrimes might be advised to reconsider his offer."
Anna frowned. "Look, Tin sorry, I was preoccupied, all right. Now, if you want to make a federal case out of it, fine, we'll go to the Supreme Court, but it'd be a lot simpler if you just told me what was on your mind."
The woman stared at Anna in shock.
"Child, you've got a smart, surly mouth. You should keep it under control. Bad things happen to little girls with smart mouths."
The woman really was starting to sound like Almira Fimp now.
"Look, I don't know what the hell you want, but why don't you either get to the point, or just walk. All right? I mean, who needs this crap?"
Anna was surprised by her annoyance. Usually, she was much more tolerant of people, but there was something about this woman that suggested that she simply wasn't worthy of tolerance ... or of much else, either.
"I'm going to repeat myself this once ... although I do not enjoy repeating myself for any reason ... and then, you may consider what I've said. Alone, for I am going to leave as soon as I am finished, having discharged the duty that I was sent by Mr. Warcrimes to discharge. He has heard of your misfortune, and, he has examined your records, and your past history. He has, for some unknown reason, taken pity on you, and wishes to try and make up the damage that may have been done you here. He has offered to allow you to come live with him. Perhaps for a while, perhaps for an extended time ... perhaps for good ... that would depend on the way the relationship evolves. This is an opportunity that does not often come to an orphan and a waif like yourself. If you want my advice, I'd accept his offer ... despite the fact that I'm going to recommend highly that he withdraw it. Personally, I feel that you are most unworthy of his kindness ... however I can almost safely predict that the offer will stand. Mr. Warcrimes-likes to determine the truth of situations for himself. You may now consider the offer ... in silence ... and alone." She rose to leave.
"Leapin' Lizards," Anna exclaimed, "just a second."
"Leaping ... what?" said the woman, casting a disparaging eye toward the red-haired girl. "I don't even know your name," said Anna. "I'm Amanda Torque. Leaping ... what."
"What's your job?"
"You ask an awful lot of question for an urchin, you realize that don't you?"
"I just want to know if you're going to be around. If so, I don't think I'm going to be able to accept."
"The woman arched an eyebrow.
"I do not appreciate that comment."
"Yeah? Well, I don't care. I don't know who the hell you think you are, or really, who this Mr. Warcrimes is either, but I think I'll do nicely on my own, thank you. I've gotten along real nicely already, and I'm getting on towards fourteen. Maybe more ... they really don't know."
"Yes ... I'm aware of that ... you came here as a baby ... parentage unknown. I've told Mr. Warcrimes that he is taking a grave risk, granting you the scope and social station that his name would afford you ... he knows nothing of your breeding, or of your latent tendencies...."
"Yeah, well, I'll tell you what, Miss Torque. I think a person's breeding doesn't mean a whole lot ... it's what the person is, not where they came from that makes the most sense."
The woman looked at her as if she was crazed.
"Poor child. If that isn't a proletarian sentiment, I've never heard one. Please, I must go. It's been ... fascinating ... chatting with you. Consider the offer. It won't be extended again."
She turned and left. Leapin' Lizards, thought Anna. Now if that wasn't a strange can of worms. What brought that on? And did she need it?
No.
That woman gave her the creeps. She would be worse than Almira Fimp. At least Miss Fimp had been a small time person, with small time lusts and small-time kinks.
But this woman ... wow! It was weird ... she was so much like Miss Fimp it was scary ... except that ... if she worked for Mr. Warcrimes ... Geeez ... what kind of power was she used to?
No way, thought Anna. No way at all. There were some places that a young orphan was just not meant to go, and that was one of them ... she knew that without any problem at all.
She settled back in the bed. Soon, they'd be letting her out of the hospital and they'd be sending her back to the orphanage ... and even though Miss Fimp was not around anymore (they said she'd been shipped off to the State funny farm in a white jacket) there was something about that place that bothered her ... bad.
She'd been feeling closed in for a long time, and now, there wasn't much else that the place could give her except a lot of bad memories. No, she thought to herself. That's the end. I won't go back there. I won't. They're never going to miss me. And I won't miss them . ...
Oh, maybe one or two of the girls, but that wasn't a very strong consideration. There were always friends to be made. After all, tomorrow is another day, right?
She got out of bed and decided to take a walk around the hospital. She was really in there simply as a precaution. They didn't want any harm to come to any of their wards, so the orphanage put her in the hospital right away, to make certain that nothing at all would happen to her. But she was really just frightened and had only been beaten up, and hurt superficially. There wasn't anything seriously wrong with her. So, they allowed her to walk around. That was good. She'd have gone out of her mind if all she'd been able to do all day long was to lie in bed and watch TV.
Ugh! What a horrible thought.
Not that walking around the halls of the hospital was much more fun.
There were people everywhere who were in pain, people who were probably dying, and some of them even knew it ... people without hope ... people who were so much more pathetic than she was....
She had her health, she thought to herself ... that's all that was really necessary. Everything else can be acquired at one time or another, but if you don't have your health, you don't really have too much else going for you.
She decided to walk out onto the sun-deck, just to see what kind of day it was. She wanted to feel the sun on her again. She wanted to feel happy. She wanted to feel free.
Oh wow, she thought. as she pushed open the doors, feel that, would you. It was wonderful. Everything looked so bright, and so gay ... yellow and green and blue as far as she could see.
The hospital was set in the middle of a great expanse of park-like landscaped grounds, and the city was a dim protrusion on the horizon from where she stood. It was gorgeous.
The sun was shining, and everything looked fresh and bright, almost as if a long rainstorm had finally ended.
She thought about it more and more, thought about the orphanage, thought about Almira Fimp, and about her strange doppelganger Amanda Torque, about the elusive Mr. Warcrimes, and finally, about herself. She couldn't see where anyone but her own self was really important to her survival ... that's what it was all about, wasn't it? Her survival. Getting along ... success....
All of that was secondary. It was her survival that was the primary goal, and she was coming to see that she needed only one thing ... her own freedom ... otherwise, she wasn't really surviving ... she was sucking off of someone else. Well ... was that what she wanted?
"NO Sir!! " she said, aloud.
A nurse looked up.
"Yes?" she asked. "Can I help you?"
Anna felt a little embarrassed. "Oh, no, Via sorry. I was just thinking out loud."
The nurse got a worried look on her face. "Are you all right?"
"Sure," said Anna.
"Oh yes ... you're the little girl from the orphanage, aren't you? Yes ... I remember now. How are you feeling?"
"Just fine," said Anna, noting that the nurse was looking at the bruises on her face. "I look a little funny still, but I feel okay, honest."
"Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that," said the nurse. "You had some people pretty concerned about you."
"Really? Who?"
The nurse smiled. "Oh, just some important people."
Anna was confused. "I don't understand ... who'd be concerned about a little orphan like me? No body knows me, and no body owns me or wants to claim me. So why should anyone worry about me?"
"Well, I don't know about that, but I do know that the supervisor of the hospital gave explicit instructions that you be given the best care, and around the clock supervision, and that anything you asked for be given you."
"What? Shucks, that's silly. I don't ask for much."
"Well, all I know is that there were some pretty important people worried about your health."
"Gosh. I guess that's pretty nice, but it sure don't make any sense."
"Doesn't."
"Doesn't what."
"Doesn't make any sense."
"That's what I said."
"No, you said don't."
"Well, it don't make too much sense. Why would he care about me?"
"Well, I think it was one of the Board Members, if you want to know the truth."
Anna frowned. "I don't get it. What's going on here?"
The nurse smiled, patted her on the head. "You're a cute little girl, and I think you've got a guardian angel looking after you. Take care of yourself ... you're a lucky person."
"Wait a minute," Anna called after her, but the nurse turned around and said "I really have to get back to my rounds. Take care, and good luck."
Huh? thought Anna. That made no sense at all. What was happening here.
She frowned again, getting more and more confused. Well ... it didn't matter, she thought.
Probably just someone who didn't want the orphanage to get a bad name, or something like that.
Shucks, maybe it was that Mr. Warcrimes again, though she couldn't figure out why he'd be so interested in her. But she really didn't care all that much. She really only wanted to get out of the hospital, and strike out on her own. Whatever was happening here was something that she was getting ready to leave behind, and fast.
She walked through the hospital some more, wandering all over ... it felt good to be up and about again. Everywhere she went, people turned and smiled at her, treating her with respect, almost. That was pretty strange too.
She found herself in the lobby, and there, along one wall was a large plaque dedicated to the people who had helped build the hospital.
Well gosh darn, she thought, reading over the names, would you look at that. There, near the bottom of the alphabetically arranged list of names, was one Oliver Warcrimes....
So, the man had had a hand in this hospital ... what was it that the nurse had said to her ... that someone on the Board of Directors had pressured the supervisor in her behalf.
Wow ... that's strange, she thought. Why would someone like Oliver Warcrimes, maybe one of the richest and most powerful men in the world, be interested in a little girl like her?
There was something almost eerie about it ... not quite frightening ... but she didn't really like the idea of forces moving her life behind the scenes ... she didn't like to think that someone that rich was playing with her ... no matter what his intentions might be.
That was it, as far as she was concerned. She'd seen enough. It was time to make her escape.
She returned to her room, opened the closet and carefully removed her clothes from the hangers.
There was only a single dress and a sweater, and her shoes and stockings ... she didn't even have a bag.
But she had herself. Who needed anything more. Things were too weird. She hated the orphanage anyway, and she surely didn't want to go back there ... and now, as far as she was concerned, there was a much better reason for running. She didn't know what the deal was with Oliver Warcrimes, but she didn't want to wait around and find out. Who needed it? Her? Not hardly. She carefully slipped down the halls, and then, once in the lobby, she simply walked out the front door, thinking that no one recognized her, thinking that she'd gotten away without anyone knowing. She was, of course, wrong, but she wouldn't realize that until much later.
Leapin' Lizards, she thought, now what?
She was standing at the busiest intersection in town, and while it was only about fifteen blocks from the orphanage that had been her home for so long, she felt like she was in another world. It was a little scarey not having any place to go for the night. And she was also starting to feel a little hungry. But there just wasn't any point in getting depressed about it. The only thing to do was to put a smile on her face and strike out into the world. She was convinced that everything was attitude. A good attitude could accomplish wonders.
Which meant, she had to figure out a way to focus that good attitude on getting her a meal. Across the street, a sign was flashing.
EATS! HOT MEALS!
Urn hmmmm, thought Anna. That was about right.
"Mister," she said to the man behind the counter, "I'd be glad to do some work in exchange for a meal."
He looked at her like she was crazy.
"G'wan, get out of here. You crazy or something?"
"No," she said earnestly, "I'm serious."
"Look kid, beat it. I don't have time for games. What would your parents say, they knew you were doing this?"
"I don't have any parents. And I don't have any money either. But I'm a good worker, and I'm willing to do anything you need to have done."
He cocked an eyebrow at her. "You're serious, aren't you."
"Sure am."
He continued to stare at her, particularly at her breasts.
"Look kid, how old are you?"
Anna shrugged and said "I don't know. They told me around fourteen, but I don't think they knew what they were talking about."
"Oh ... I see. Look, I don't want to get in trouble with the labor people or anything, you know what I'm saying?"
"Sure. Look, I just need a meal, that's all. I'm powerful hungry."
"Yeah ... well, what can you do?"
"I can wash dishes, I can wash windows and scrub floors, and I can wait on tables ... I can do anything you need to have done.
"You can, huh?"
"Sure."
"All right," he said, his voice taking on a strange sound to it. I got an idea what you can do for me."
"Really? Then we have a deal?"
"Sure. Why not? You look like an honest kid. I'd hate to see you going hungry."
"Oh, wow, thanks mister," she said, hopping up on one of the counter stools.
"So, what do you want?"
"What's the house special."
"Today ... it's beef stew."
"Yummy ... that sounds great."
"Heh, heh, it does, huh? Well then, I guess it's a hot bowl of beef stew coming right up, huh?"
He set the bowl in front of her, and she dove into it with a passion. It was indeed good, and she realized that hospital food really hadn't been doing the trick for her.
"Are you the only one who works here?" she asked.
"Yeah ... I had a waitress, but she was too sloppy and too lazy ... she'd not only make the customers wait for way too long, she'd usually spill shit on them after she got their stuff to them. I had to let her go."
"So I guess that means that you're going to need a waitress, huh?"
"Well, gosh, I don't know, kid. I don't want to commit myself, you know? I mean, you're pretty young, and I'd hate to get in trouble with the labor people...."
"I won't say anything."
"We might work something out."
He continued to stare at her as she ate, but she was too hungry to really pay much attention. She did look around the place however, and thought it was kind of cute and quaint. There was chrome all around, and glistening white tile ... a place out of the past ... like a set for a period movie, or something. A couple of other people came in while she was eating, but then, when they'd left, she'd noticed that he went over and hung up the CLOSED sign.
"Wow, aren't you closing up pretty early in the day?" she asked.
"Well, I figure if I'm going to train you to do some work around here, it's best if we aren't disturbed."
"Oh. Okay. I guess so."
He walked back behind the counter.
"So come on around here, darling, and I'll show you the ropes. By the way, my name's Gus."
He held out his hand. She took it. "I'm Anna," she said, giving him a smile.
He kept a hold on her hand.
"Anna ... that's a pretty name. A real pretty name."
"Thank you," she said, smiling again, but pulling her hand away from him.
"So, Anna ... I hope you don't mind doing a lot of ... different things."
"Oh no. Really ... I'd be grateful for the opportunity. Really. That's what made this country great, don't you think? I mean, being willing to work for a living, and all."
"Yeah ... whatever you say."
"So, what did you have in mind," Anna said, looking around and noting that everything was pretty clean already.
"Well, I'll tell you, there's not really a whole lot of things that I'd be needing from you, as far as the diner is concerned. You know. I mean, it's a pretty small operation ... and there isn't a lot of things that need doing."
"Oh ... well then, what did you have in mind."
"Well, Anna, I'll be honest with you ... I get lonely sometimes ... I surely do ... and you know, a man gets lonely, he starts to really wishing that someone could be around to ... well, you know ... to take care of him."
Anna nodded slowly, and then she said , "No. I don't know. What do you mean."
He laughed, a little nervously.
"Well ... you see ... there's ... needs ... you know ... ? needs, that a man has ... he needs things.. , he has a powerful need ... that NEED can sometimes get out of hand ... you know ... ?
And then, he NEEDS to have that NEED taken care of ... do you know what I mean?" She shook her head.
"Tell me, Anna, have you known many men?"
She shook her head again. "They wouldn't let us get together with them at the orphanage."
He nodded slowly ... pondering this.
"Well, tell me then, do you know anything about men?"
"Well ... sure ... I mean ... yeah?"
What was this guy getting at.
"Anna, would you tell me this ... do you know much about the facts of life?"
"Huh?"
He was smiling a little strangely now, and he was rubbing between his legs.
"The facts of life ... Anna ... you know ... about men and women, and what they do together?"
She frowned again. Leapin' Lizards, what was this guy talking about. And what was he rubbing himself for?
"I don't know what you mean, Gus," said Anna, not sure if she should be afraid of this guy or what.
"Well, tell me this, Anna, would you be interested in taking care of my needs?"
"Well sure ... I mean, gosh, Gus, you were real nice to me, and fed me and all ... I'd love to help you. What do you need?"
He was staring real strangely at her now.
"Come here, Anna," he said, a distant look in his eyes. He was rubbing himself even harder now, and she thought she could see why. There was something that seemed to be hurting him there ... at least it was swelling up real bad.
"Gosh ... are you all right?" Anna asked.
Gus was rubbing harder and harder, and his eyes were sort of losing focus.
"Oh ... I'm doing all right. Anna my little nymph, but I sure could use a little assistance, if you'd be so kind."
Anna was puzzled, but sure could see that Gus was in some kind of trouble. "What can I do, Gus? How can I help you?"
She walked over to the man, and saw that there was something inside his pants that was getting ready to explode.
"My gosh, Gus, what's happening to you? Why are you so big?"
He chuckled.
"Well Anna, that's sort of what I was hoping you'd help me fix."
"Sure ... if I can. I don't think that I'd know what to do. Maybe you need a doctor."
"No ... oh no ... you're just what I need, I promise you. You're exactly what I need."
"Well, just show me what you want me to do, Gus, and I'll be glad to do whatever I can."
He took her hand and placed it right on his crotch.
"Wow ... what is that, Gus. I don't think I've ever seen anything like this before in my life."
"Really ... well, you're going to be seeing a lot more of it my dear, and you're going to be seeing it quite often too ... oh yes ... press on it, would you ... please press on it."
"On what ... Gus, I don't want to hurt it."
"It already hurts, that's why I want you to press on it."
"But Gus, I don't understand. Really, I don't. You have to explain it to me."
"There's nothing to explain, my dear
"You just have to do it."
She was pressing against him now, and could feel that whatever it was, it was not the large rounded bulge that she'd originally imagined ... this felt more like a much larger version of the thing that she knew all boys had between their legs ... except that this was real stiff and hard....
My gosh ... could it be? Was there something wrong with Gus's thing? That was really a shame ... but even so, it still didn't seem like she was the one who should be dealing with it. It seemed like it was something that was a job for a doctor instead.
But she had to trust him ... she had to assume that he knew what worked for him, and gosh, if she could help him, she surely wanted to. He'd been so nice to her and all.
"Stick your hand down inside my pants, Anna, and touch it. Would you please."
"Are you sure I won't hurt it," she asked.
"Oh, I'm sure. I'm sure. It would feel good."
She did as he asked, and was shocked to feel how stiff it really was.
"Oh, wow," she said, "why's it so stiff, Gus."
"Heh, heh ... " was all he would say.
She kept her fingers on it and then asked, "What can I do for you? How can I make it feel better?"
He quickly unbuckled his pants and let them drop, and his underwear followed at once.
She gasped when she saw him naked.
It was his thing! And it was so swollen, it looked like it would explode. It was easily fifteen times bigger than anything she'd ever seen before. Of course, all those things had been on little children ... but still, it looked like there was something really wrong with it, for it to be so huge and swollen.
"Does it hurt," she asked keeping her fingers on it.
"Only' when you stop touching it," he gasped.
She stared at him, and then she stared more closely at his body ... particularly at the large sack of balls hanging between his legs.
It too looked massive, and swollen, and seemed to hurt. She'd always heard that you shouldn't kick a boy 'there', because it could really hurt him and mess him up, but she'd never really given a lot of thought to whatever it was that was down there.
She sure was now, though. She dropped down to her knees and began to study it more closely.
"What can I do for it, Gus?" she asked.
"Keep touching it. Stroke it. Squeeze it."
"Squeeze it!" she exclaimed, horrified. "I couldn't. It would blow up, wouldn't it?"
He laughed ... well, maybe, but not like you're thinking."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see. Go on, squeeze it."
"Oh Gus, I'm afraid. I couldn't."
"Anna, do it. Do it for me. Please. I need it. I told you that I had things that I needed ... well that's something that I need you to do ... for me ... would you do that?"
She gingerly touched it, and found, to her amazement, that the thing had actually gotten stiffer.
She remembered the one time that she'd helped give a little baby boy a bath, and she'd touched his thing. It had been soft, and real mushy, and there hadn't been anything that would have suggested that they could ever get this bad. She didn't think he would ever be cured, but if he said this would help, she wasn't going to argue with him.
She wrapped her fingers around the long stiff shaft, tightened them carefully ... she didn't want to hurt it if she could avoid it, but when she started to really increase the pressure and she heard him starting to moan, and heard his breathing getting harder, she quickly stopped.
"No!" he cried. "Keep it up!"
"But it sounded like I was hurting you," she cried.
"Trust me, you weren't. Please, do what I tell you. Squeeze it."
"Is that going to squeeze all the stuff out of it?"
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yeah ... sure. That's what's going to happen. How'd you know? You ever done this before?"
She shook her head. "Then will it get softer?"
He chuckled. "Yeah. That's what's going to happen. It's going to get softer."
"And then it will feel better, huh?"
"Oh ... well, I don't know if it could feel much better than it does right now, but yeah, I guess it'll feel pretty good."
So, in spite of her reservations, Anna tightened her grip on that swollen thing that was sticking out between Gus's legs, and slowly began to squeeze.
"Mmmmmmm ... yeah," he said softly, his eyes closed. He placed his large hand around her small hand and began to pull and push on it, back and forth, back and forth, pulling her small fists (both of which were closed tightly as she could manage around his swollen cock) back and forth up and down the length of the thing.
"Is that what makes it feel better?" she asked.
"Oh ... it's damn sure helping."
"How come nothing's coming out yet," she asked.
"You have to be patient. It will," he said.
"Yeah, but ... I mean, if it's in there, and it's making you so stiff, why doesn't it come out the little hole when I squeeze?"
"You have to keep doing it."
"Oh ... you mean like this ... " she said, and she began to stroke him harder.
"Yeah ... yeah ... that's fine ... that's real fine...."
"Gosh, this is really strange, Gus. I never knew that something like this was ever supposed to happen. Does it happen to you very much?"
"Not nearly enough."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean just that. It doesn't happen enough. But Anna darling, now that you're here, maybe it will ... eh what?"
"I sure hope so. Gus ... I sure hope that I can help you out."
"Oh Anna, you're doing such a fine job on old Gus ... I do so appreciate it ... I want you to know that. I do so appreciate it."
"I'm glad Gus," she said, noting the way that the tip of his thing was so much larger than the rest of the shaft, particularly at the base of the head.:, it reminded her of a mushroom ... or a spear with a large point on it."
"Am I doing it right?" she asked. "Huh? Oh! Yeah ... God yeah ... you're doing fine. You sure you've never seen um ... one of these before? Never played with one?"
"Never like this, Gus," said Anna, wondering why she was feeling so hot all of a sudden. It was like she was breaking out in a cold sweat, yet, she didn't feel a chill exactly. It was more like ... well, like tingles at the back of your neck when you're scared of a sound in the dark ... and maybe she was a little scared ... but that wasn't quite it either....
And then, there was that strange feeling in between her legs ... a lot like what she'd felt that day with Miss Fimp ... but she'd thought that was because she was angry ... and now ... well ... what was she, anyway? She was starting to have a little difficulty figuring that out.
One thing she was ... she was stroking that big thing of his back and forth, moving a little faster, faster, a little faster still....
"Easy, girl. Not quite so hard ... you'll make it pop."
She quickly pulled her hands away.
"Gosh Gus, I don't want to do that. Maybe I'd better stop."
"The fucking hell!" he said with shocking vehemence.
"I'm sorry, Gus," Anna quickly amended, replacing her hands gingerly. "But I thought you wanted me to get all that stuff out of there that was making you so hard."
"Heh, heh ... cute kid ... " he muttered, and then, with a grin, he said "You're right, Anna ... in a way ... but I'll tell you what ... maybe it would be best if you didn't try to spend a lot of time figuring it all out right now ... it'll start making more sense as we go ... okay? How's that sound ... you just trust old Gus, and I'll tell you how to make me feel real good. How's that sound?"
"Sure Gus, whatever you say," Anna replied, relieved to have the responsibility taken from her shoulders, but still a little confused about what she was supposed to be doing ... and also about what she was feeling.
But there was something really special about touching Gus's thing ... it was so stiff ... and yet, somehow, it felt soft at the same time ... and it was so solid and sturdy and strong feeling ... yet, she knew, instinctively, that she needed to be very gentle with it.
And by listening to the sounds that were coming from his throat, she could tell that he was feeling ... well, she supposed that he was feeling good ... but he also sounded a little like he was in pain.
Which was it? She was a little too confused to know.