Another new start.

Vixxen could not think of a safer place to live and accepted. She again had nothing, starting over from scratch, but at least she was alive.

This was a time for healing for Vixxen. Jack was a gentleman and treated her with nothing but respect, he also bought her a gun and taught her to shoot, and helped her get a concealed carry license.

The months moved on, and every time Vixxen offered money for rent or bills Jack turned down gently, but flatly. He always told her she could stay as long as she wanted. They become very good friends, and she came to know that Jack was thirty-seven, and was divorced. Jack told Vixxen that his wife left him for another man some years back.

Jack already knew that Vixxen had recently turned twenty, with a long life ahead of her. He felt like an old man next to her.

"It's a cops life Vixxen," Jack told her one night when they were drinking together. "I work long hours, I carry shit with me for what I see in my job, and it makes life hard for people in my life. I don't blame her, I was never here." Jack said this as he brought them a couple of beers. "I spend a lot of my time on bad guys, she deserved better, everyone does."

Vixxen was sad for her new friend and could see a parallel to what her professional life caused. "I understand that Jack," Vixxen said, drinking one of the beers. "I have not met a man who can deal with what I do for a living. I haven't had a relationship last after someone finds out, and they seem to end faster when I date someone I met in the club."

"You are a dancer, I would think you would have a line of men wanting to date you.” Jack said. “I would think it easy to find someone for you.”

"Date yes," Vixxen said, taking a long drink of wine. “Fucking? Yeah a lot of men want to do that with me.”

"Marry? No. Men seem to just want to have the stripper girlfriend to fuck, not to build a life with."

"That's fucked up Vixxen," Jack replied. "It really is."

"I try," Vixxen replied. "I really have tried, but I am just a whore to them." Vixxen was getting a little drunk, Jack thought he should chill this conversation out a bit.

"All in the past," He said, raising his beer. "We are not what we have been, we are whatever we have inside of us." He stated, maybe he was a little drunk as well.

"What we have inside of us to be?" Vixxen asked, "Pretty close Jack." She smiled, looking at her empty beer bottle, she should stop here.

"I don't do anything for money Jack," Vixxen said in a low tone of voice. "No sex for money. Lots of dancers do, but I don’t money that way."

"I never thought you did," Jack lied, he was a cop, he knew what strippers often did in the back, and after their shifts were over. He hoped Vixxen was telling the truth here, it was destructive behavior. "But I am glad Vixxen, I have seen a lot of that go bad over the years."

"I have too Jack," Vixxen replied. "A lot of girls get on ****, they sell themselves. I have seen some dancers end up on the street."

Jack knew what she meant. She didn't mean homeless, she meant walking the street, as prostitutes. Never this young woman he hoped.

"What a pair we make, " Jack said seriously. "Cheers." They toasted and drank, and sat together on the sofa. The did this often. At times like this hey didn't talk much, they just enjoyed not being alone. They could be together in a room alone, and just sit and enjoy the other's company.

Vixxen was back into yoga and was working out using Jack's little home gym. It was not a comprehensive set, but it did the job. She started buying them higher quality food and started cooking for her and Jack. The high-quality meals she prepared helped her to begin rebuilding muscle mass, and she was quickly back down to her normal body fat, and over time started building her muscle back.