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"I don't want to talk about myself, about my past," Mary said with some determination. "My memories are not happy ones, and there's nothing I can feel proud about. I want to start over."
"Yes, of course you could do that," Jack replied cautiously, "especially with all this money. But I don't think it would be wise of you to include me in your future plans."
"But you said we'd be together for a long time," she retorted with a pout.
"What I meant was that we'll know each other for years, be like business partners until we're finally safe from the feds."
"And what then?"
"I suppose we'll go our separate ways. You're really too young for me, Mary, and besides I don't want a permanent woman, much less a wife."
"A wife! Do you really think I would marry an old man like you?"
She began to sniffle. Jack pulled her to him and she snuggled in his arms.
"I think I'd be lonely without you, Jack. I've found you very comfortable over the past couple of days." "I feel much the same, sweetheart. But let's not get carried away."

"The problem," Jack explained almost a week later, "is getting from this cabin to my apartment in Dearborn without being caught by the Feds."
"But how could they catch us? How could they find us?" Mary objected.
"I'm certain they know we're driving a green Taurus. We have to assume that. It would be best if we traveled at night, southwest down to Traverse City and then further south to Grand Haven. We could nap on the beach there for a while before heading east to Dearborn."
"That's rather round about, don't you think?"
"Yes. I know. But we have to do it. If we can make it to my place, we'll be home free with ten million dollars and our lives intact."
"You're not at all like Billy," Mary said in a quiet voice and touched Jack's cheek gently. "He would have gotten me caught right off. He didn't think things through like you. He wasn't very smart."
"There must have been something good about him, if you loved him so."
Mary gave him a wan smile. "He was family, of course, and I thought he was terrific in bed . . . that is, until I met you.
Jack knew he wasn't a spectacular sexual performer. He could only assume that Mary was petting his ego.
"Let's get packed," he said, eager for the trip. They both stood and set about the task, which was finished quickly, when it was still too early to leave; the sun would not set for some time. Mary fidgeted at the table where she sat, bored. They had already fucked twice that day, and neither of them was in the mood for another go at it. It was rainy and unusually cool outside, so they were not tempted to go swimming or wander in the woods.
"Why don't you shave me?" she asked. "But you must promise not to nick my skin."
"Do you really want me to do that? You'll get very itchy, when the hair grows back in."
"You can shave me every couple of days. I haven't had a bald pussy in a while."
"You've done it before?"
"Ya. Some guys like to fuck girls who look very young."
Jack wondered what her words implied, but he did not ask for clarification. He retrieved his barber tools from an overnight bag.
"You're going to use a straight razor?" Mary protested, when he placed the implement on the table.
"Trust me, girl. I'll shave your most sensitive parts with a safety razor."
For the next forty minutes Jack labored with great deliberateness and skill in removing Mary's pubic hair. He finished the job by wiping her with a damp cloth and then stood back to admire his handiwork.
"My, my," he mused as he gazed at the naked girl on the chair.
"You're getting hard, Jack. I can see it."
"Yes, indeed I am. You are a pedophile's dream. You have the head of a lovely fourteen year old boy and the body of an eleven year old girl."
"So you are a pervert!" Mary cried aloud gleefully, spreading her naked legs provocatively.
"You possess a certain, unique beauty in this guise, Mary. It's very arousing. But I know that the girl I'm about to fuck is an adult."
Mary scampered onto the bed as Jack undressed.
"Ooh, Uncle Jack, you're so big," she taunted him in a false, little girl voice, raising her knees high and spreading her legs.
Jack climbed onto the bed, ran a cheek down a slender inner thigh and proceeded to eat out the hairless pussy, slurping it noisily.
Mary, no longer playing games, responded with profound sexual excitement. She gasped, cried and finally screamed in orgasm.
"That's enough Jack," she panted and pushed his head away. "Come atop me." He did so quickly, holding his upper body high on straight arms in order to see the girl's face better which was beneath his chest. She smiled up at him as they pushed together, beginning a splendid fuck. He knew that his cock, encased delightfully in her warm tightness, would last some minutes before surrender became unavoidable. He was determined to fuck the girl silly. They thrust at each other with great enthusiasm. He watched as her pretty, boyish face began to grimace and emit spontaneous groans, as her eyes opened widely and stared into his own, as she began to roll her head with a gaping mouth.
"Jack!" she screamed and clawed his arms desperately. He knew there was another, big one waiting to be released. He had come to know the girl's highly orgasmic nature intimately. He jammed at her relentlessly with grunts much like those of a tennis player, urging her to lose complete control, to screech in unbearable ecstasy, perhaps to faint from the utter shock of the experience. But his own pleasure was suddenly there! He could not restrain it. He surrendered himself to it just as Mary yelled at the top of her voice and then fell limp. Jack's body shuddered as he spurted into the slack body beneath him, whimpering as he gazed at the girl's dissipated face.
"Get off me!" she insisted a moment later, pushing at him. "I can't breathe."

It was late, but people were still about, when they drove through Traverse City, a largish place with hordes of tourists. The night enveloped them south of there. Everything outside the security of their vehicle was utterly foreign, although in daylight, they knew, it would all be normal and familiar.
"There's a car following us," Mary announced with considerable trepidation, when they were just north of Bear Lake.
"Yes. I've noticed it for the past several miles." Jack slowed the Taurus, but the car behind did not catch up. He sped forward and it kept pace. Then, inexplicably, it turned off the highway leaving the dark road behind the two fugitives devoid of traffic.
"False alarm," Jack said tersely.
It must have been two in the morning, when they drove into Grand Haven and found their way to the beach and its parking lot. The waves of Lake Michigan roared in the chill night from a recent storm. Mary pulled a couple of woolen blankets from the trunk of the car, and the two of them trudged deep into the exquisite strand that Jack remembered so well from his childhood. He fell asleep almost immediately as he reclined onto the sand, Mary cuddling his head and pulling a blanket over him.
Jack was awaked by an ungentle kick to his side.
"You can't sleep on the beach," a male voice announced with smug authority.
Jack was dazzled by the glare of a flashlight that held his face without pity.
"My son and I were just resting. We're on a long trip."
"You can't sleep here. Now move it!"
Jack did not have to see the man. It was a cop's voice, recognizable whether it spoke in German, Russian or Chinese. Mary remained silent, playing a boy's part. They retreated sullenly to their car escorted by two policemen, entered it and then drove off. It was not yet three in the morning. When they were away from the town, Jack stopped the car at the edge of the road and had Mary replace him behind the wheel.
After an uneventful trip they reached Jack's apartment in Dearborn long after sunrise where he slept through most of the ensuing day.

Late afternoon sunshine streamed through the window, when Jack began to stir on the bed, waking from his long sleep. He stretched his naked body and then lightly grasped his rigid cock.
"Mary," he called, feeling an urge to play with the girl's small body, to have an orgasm inside her.
"Mary!" he called again, but there was no response. Perplexed, he got up and went into the other room of his apartment where he found not the slightest trace of her. She was gone along with the briefcase. He rushed to the window to discover that his car was also missing.
"Shit!" he exclaimed loudly, although he mused to himself that he should have expected something of this sort.
He would miss the girl, he knew, and the almost kinky sex they had enjoyed during the preceding two weeks. He would certainly miss the money and the easy future it had promised him. But he especially regretted the loss of his car, which he dared not report stolen even for insurance purposes. His Taurus put him very much at risk. If Mary were caught, the car would lead directly to him. If he reported it stolen, he faced the same disastrous consequence.
Jack all of a sudden remembered the roll of cash he had stuffed into his trousers' pocket. He raced back to the bedroom and rummaged his slacks. It was still there; ten thousand dollars, which was small compensation for the loss of his car. He had a lesser amount in the bank, which he intended to withdraw the next morning and leave Dearborn, leave Michigan, indeed the entire United States.
He cooked eggs for himself as though for breakfast, although it was darkening outside. He missed the girl, the touch of her.
At nine o'clock that evening, when he was about to settle in for an adventure movie on television, the doorbell chimed. Jack froze in his chair until it sounded again. He then reluctantly got up, went to the door, opened it and was confronted by two policemen.
"Mr. Jack Flemming?" the sergeant inquired politely.
"Yes, I'm Flemming."
"I'm sorry to tell you this, Sir, but your car has been in an accident."
"Is Mary all right?" Jack asked impulsively.
"Yes, Sir, although she's in the hospital for observation. Is she old enough to drive? She has no identification."
"She's eighteen, my brother's girl. I let her have the car to go to an amateur theatrical. She's playing Peter Pan. Are you certain she's not hurt?"
"Yes, of course. And we wondered why she appeared to be a boy."
"I'll have to go see her, of course. Could you give me a ride?"
"Certainly. She's not far from here."

Jack fidgeted in the back seat of the squad car wondering whether the two men up front were really cops or guys from the agency who intended to kill him.
"Where's the car?" he asked cautiously.
"It's in the impound lot," the sergeant replied, looking over his shoulder at Jack. "I understand it's been totaled."
"There are things in it I'll need to retrieve."
"Of course, Sir. You can do that in the morning."
Jack felt somewhat relieved. It appeared the cops did not know the contents of the brief case and that the feds were not yet involved.
"Here we are, Sir," the sergeant announced as the driver pulled up to the emergency room entrance. The cop led Jack into the building, down winding corridors to an elevator bay. They found Mary in a room on the ninth floor, which she shared with an old woman who wheezed loudly. The cop retreated to the corridor.
Mary was very alert. She looked fearfully at Jack with a sheet pulled under her chin, her head appearing to be that of a young boy.
"I understand you aren't hurt."
"Just a bump to my head. They want to be sure it's not a concussion."
"You wrecked my car."
"I've done worse than that, Jack, and you know it. I ran out on you and took everything with me."
"I can understand why you left, although you were very selfish about it. Did you really believe you could manage on your own?"
"Jack, the brief case is in the trunk of the car. Take it and leave me alone. I'm no good for you. Everything I've told you is a lie. I'm just a hooker who was going to party with those five guys at a cabin up in Escanaba."
"But were they feds?"
"Three of them were. The other two were Colombians. I got annoyed with them and stole their brief case before I fled."
"There was no Billy?"
"Not since I was eleven."
Jack stared down at the girl with a dour expression. "I'm still at risk, Mary, because of that document. I can't let you wander off and get caught. You'll have to remain with me, however much you dislike it."
"How could you possibly want me after what I've done, after you know the sort of person I am?"
"It's not a matter of wanting you. It's one of survival. I won't ever trust you again, of course, but we'll manage. We're adults."
Mary began to whimper.
"I feel awful," she choked.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning," Jack announced and left the room with the abruptness of nurse's aide.

By noon the next day Jack was back in his apartment with both Mary and the brief case. The two former lovers neither spoke nor touched. He spent a lot of time on the telephone arranging trips to the Cayman Islands and Zurich.
"I'll be gone for a few days," he finally said. "I'll set up an account for you in Zurich with two million dollars."
"Just two million?" she protested and then bit her tongue.
"That's fine," she added quickly.
She knew bitterly that she had lost the man, which was ironic, because she never wanted him in the first place. Still, they had enjoyed each other enormously in that north woods cabin.
"Do you want to party before you leave, sailor?" she asked, grasping desperately at levity.
Jack stared at her for long moments.
"I'd like to fuck you once more," he replied gruffly He wanted to rape her ass, to inflict pain on her as he derived brutish pleasure.
She looked up at him with the visage of a pretty boy.
"I'm here for you, mister. I'm all yours."
They undressed silently next to the bed, staring at each other. When they were naked, Jack took the girl roughly, unmindful of her cries and protests. Yet she submitted to him willingly. He did not kiss her face, but bit her upper arms painfully, then her nipples and thighs. He intended to ream her ass in his sexual rage, although he didn't. He threw her half onto the bed and came atop her in a fury, jamming his cock into her shaved pussy violently. He banged on her without remorse, hurting her as he yelled obscenities. Mary responded with cries of pain and unexpected ecstasy.
They screamed at each other as they fucked crudely like feral beasts seeking only their own pleasure. Mary convulsed in orgasm after orgasm, finally begging the man with desperate gasps to stop, which he would not.
Mary screeched uncontrollably and then fainted. Jack slowed his thrusts. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he felt his moment approach. He pulled his cock out of the slack girl, stood and proceeded to spew copiously onto her unconscious face.

He left before she awoke. Days later Mary received a telegram informing her of an account number at a bank in Zurich which held her two million. There was nothing else in the message; no soft words, no good-bye. That night she tore at her hair and cried herself to sleep.