asked.
Bella wanted to say, âYeah, Iâm saving up to move the fuck out,â but being the respectful fourteen-year-old that she was trying to be, she just told him, âyes.â
Mr. Lee followed Bella into the house.
Bella could practically feel him on the heels of her sandals, he was walking that close to her. If she stopped, he might have run into the back of her.
âSo, how long has it been since youâve been with the Reeds?â
âAlmost two years.â
âAre they treating you good?â
âAs well as can be expected.â Why was he asking her all these questions ?
By this time they were in the living room, Bella looked around. âWhereâs the kids?
âMy wife is bathing them, weâre leaving right afterward.â
âWhat time will you be back?â Bella found herself crossing her arms because if she wasnât mistaken, Mr. Lee was staring at her breasts.
âProbably around midnight, you might want to see if you could spend the night.â
On that note he walked off.
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About ten to fifteen minutes later, Mr. Lee, his wife, and the kids appeared.
âHereâs the number you can reach us at in case of an emergency. Remember weâll be late returning, so see if you can stay over.â
âI will, and donât worry, Iâll take good care of your babies,â Bella assured them.
When they walked out the door, Bella turned toward the kids. âSo, what would yâall like to do first?â
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As it turned out, it went smoother than Bella expected. All the kids really wanted to do was play games and watch television.
Around 10:30 P.M. , the Lees called and told her theyâd be back around one in the morning, so she got permission to stay the night.
When the Lees returned home, the kids were in bed and Bella was asleep on the couch. Mrs. Lee covered her with a blanket and went into their bedroom, so Bella thought.
Sometime in the middle of night, Bella felt someone staring at her. When she opened her eyes, she saw that it was Mr. Lee.
âYes?â she asked in a low tone and feeling uncomfortable.
Mr. Lee whispered, âYouâre a beautiful girl, Bella, do you have a boyfriend?â
Bella sat up. She wondered why he was asking her this question in the middle of the night.
âThank you and no.â What else was there to say? She could tell he was up to something, but she felt paralyzed, as though she couldnât move.
Mr. Lee sat on the edge of the couch and touched her leg. âDo you want to make some extra money?â
Bella wasnât stupid, she knew what he was getting at, and she wondered what made him think he could ask her something like that?
âWhy?â Even though she was only fourteen, Bella had a little experience not in traditional sex but in oral. One of the boys in school that she had a crush on asked her to suck his dick in the locker room and she did. She thought it would make him like her back, but it didnât. At first she was devastated but then she was thankful because it was short of a miracle that he didnât go around bragging.
âThereâs something I would like for you to do,â Mr. Lee told her.
She really needed money so she could run away. Would whatever he asked of her be something heâd be willing to pay for?
Mr. Lee took her hand and placed it on his penis. He waited to see what she would do.
Bella looked toward the bedroom. âIâm not sleeping with you.â
âIâm not asking you to, I just want you to touch me and show me your stuff.â
Bella looked toward the bedroom again. She knew what âstuffâ he was talking about.
âYou donât have to worry about my wife. Sheâs sound asleep,â Mr. Lee assured her.
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Bella knew this was wrong, she knew she should get up and leave but she also knew he would be willing to give her some money, heâd said so himself. So
H.M. Ward, Stacey Mosteller