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

in a way I would ever want to pay them.”  I tucked my feet underneath me and let the fire dry what was left of the dampness from my shower.
    “I’m glad you haven’t gone down that road, but trust me, you would have if you got desperate enough.  The streets do bad things to people, regardless of how pretty or courageous they think they are.”  His words sounded like wise ones, even if I felt like I would have never sold myself, no matter how bad it got.
    “I hope it never comes to that…”  I said as I stared into the fire.
    “It won’t.  I’m tired and I have to work tomorrow.  There is food in the fridge, and you can help yourself to anything you need.  I should be home around five.”  He stood up and stretched.
    “Thank you…”  I looked up at him and smiled.
    “You don’t have to thank me.  I’m here to serve and protect.”  He gave me a half-handed salute and walked upstairs to his bedroom chuckling to himself.
    Sleep was incredible.  The bed he provided was the best one I had ever laid down in.  I sank into it and as the seconds ticked by, it seemed to swallow me up.  The blankets were heavy and practically cocooned me.  I felt safe knowing that only a couple of doors down was a man trained to kill if even as much as a peep was heard in his house.  When morning came, I realized I had slept until nearly eight o’clock and the sun was peeking in through the curtains.  His car was gone, so I showered again and made myself some breakfast.  Despite his invitation to make myself at home, I was afraid to touch anything in his house.  I finally relented to watching television upstairs in my room, and organized it a little bit.  I tried to imagine what life must have been like for his daughter growing up in that house.  It had to be a whole lot better than the one I had.  When he came home, I practically ran downstairs to see him, just happy to have some human company.
    “Did you have a good day at work?  Catch any bad guys—or bad girls?”  I smirked as he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.
    “Nah, it was a slow day.”  He walked into the living room and sat down in his chair, immediately lighting a cigarette.  “Did you manage to keep yourself entertained without stealing anything?”
    “Yes…”  I gave him a pout with my lips.  “I’m not some hardened criminal, you know.”
    “I know, I’m just teasing you.”  He sipped his beer and smiled.
    “I’ll start looking for a job tomorrow.  I just needed a day of downtime.”  I said as I nursed a cup of tea.
    “I wanted to talk to you about that.”  He turned his attention to me.  “How do you feel about going to college?”
    “College?”  I raised my eyebrows.  “I can’t afford college, I can’t even afford the shirt on my back—literally.”
    “There are scholarships and loans.  Believe me; where there is a will, there is a way.”  He leaned over and tapped a laptop sitting beside his chair.  “Why don’t you do a little research tomorrow?”
    “Okay, I’ll think about it, but my top priority is finding a job.  I appreciate you letting me stay here, but I don’t want to impose any longer than I have to.”  I sipped my tea again.
    “You’re not imposing on me.  What do you think you’re imposing on exactly?”  He lifted his beer and looked at me with a questioning stare.
    “I mean…”  I looked around the room.  “Your life?  Your home?”
    “I work all day and I come home to an empty house.  There isn’t much to impose on.”  He shrugged.
    “No girlfriend?”  I asked candidly.
    “This keeps them away usually.”  He twisted his wedding band around his finger.  “I just haven’t been able to take it off quite yet.”
    “You haven’t been with anyone since she passed?”  I raised my eyebrows.
    “Well, I didn’t say that.  I mean, there hasn’t been anything meaningful—wait, how did we go from talking about you to talking about me?”  He tilted his