Saving Little Amy (An Age Play Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

evidence it was once immaculately designed.  I paused by his fireplace and looked at a picture of his wedding day.  His wife was drop dead gorgeous, and he was incredibly handsome when he was younger.  He hadn’t lost that with age, although his wife’s condition was evident in some of the later pictures.  I looked at pictures of them with his daughter, and it chronicled her life.  She got older, developing into a radiant beauty like his wife, he got older, and his wife deteriorated away.  When I got to the last one, which was just him and his daughter, I felt an incredible twinge of sadness.  In pictures, their family was perfect, but in reality, it had been ended so tragically.
    “You can stay in my daughter’s room.”  He walked in and placed a warm cup in my hands.
    “Thank you, are you sure she won’t mind?”  I sat down in one of the chairs by the fireplace.
    “No, she rarely visits and when she does, she usually wants to sleep in the guest room.  I don’t think she likes to remember the little girl she used to be.”  He placed a few logs on the fireplace and stuffed newspaper between them, lighting it up.
    “She was lucky…”  I said aimlessly and let the hot coffee warm me up from the inside while the fire warmed the room.
    “You wouldn’t convince her of that.”  He sat down in the chair across from me and lit another cigarette as he sipped his coffee.
    “I know I was hesitant to come here, but thank you.  I don’t think I could have spent another night in that shelter.”  I still felt sleepy, despite having some coffee coursing through my veins.
    “Unfortunately, I’ve seen it a hundred times.  That life won’t lead you anywhere good, and I think you do have some good in you, despite what you were doing when we first met.”  He inhaled and exhaled quickly, then sipped his coffee again.
    I sat there and confessed all of my sins, not holding anything back.  It was the first time I had ever opened up to anyone, and it felt nice to have an opportunity to talk about it.  He was a good listener, occasionally chiming in about how he would have handled situations I handled badly.  It was pretty clear that I had no real guidance in my life, and the horrible situations I had created for myself had been my own doing.  A lifetime of horrible things poured out of me until I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.  He filled my coffee cup up again and sat back down while I continued.  I realized as I got the point in my story where I was heading back to the shelter that hours had passed.  I was a blubbering, sobbing mess, but he didn’t chastise or insult me for any of my choice.  He simply listened and nodded most of the time.  When I was done, he walked over and held out his hand.
    “You’ve endured a lot of pain, Amy.”  He helped me up and pulled me close, hugging me tightly.  “I’m sorry life has been so cruel.”
    He hugged me and caressed my hair as the tears continued to fall.  By the time my tears dried, I was fairly exhausted.  He took me upstairs to his daughter’s room, which looked like someone had vomited the contents of a high school girl’s life all over it.  He said anything I wanted was mine, and I was free to stay as long as I liked.  All I really wanted was a hot shower, so he showed me to the bathroom and walked back downstairs.  I cleaned myself up and dug through his daughter’s closet.  Her clothes were a fairly good fit, although they were a bit tight around my chest and my lower torso.  I found a sweatshirt and a pair of yoga pants I could stuff myself into and dried my hair before returning downstairs.  I walked into the living room at sat down.  He casually looked over, and then did a double take, tilting his head to side with a smile.
    “What?”  I asked.  My brow arched together in confusion.
    “You clean up very well, Amy.  You’re gorgeous.”  He nodded with a smirk.
    “Gorgeous doesn’t pay the bills, at least not