In a way

“What do you mean?” What does she think I mean?

“Well, was last night OK?” One of the things I like about Alison is how easy it is to read her expressive face. The coloring of her cheeks and the way her eyes drop tells me as much as her words.

“OMG, it was amazing, Mr. P.” Her eyes are bright with excitement when she looks up at me again, “I didn't know sex could be like that.”

“I thought you were amazing too.” I tell her with a smile as I realize this plan of mine might just work. Alison is studying me carefully with a flirty smile on her face as she plays with her hair.

“Are we going to do it again today?” This is unexpected. Here I am hoping that she would be willing to continue with our arrangement at all and now she wants me again already. Alison means business too, because with a slight shrug of her shoulders the straps to her bright sundress slide off her shoulders and the short dress is dangerously close to sliding right down to the floor.

“The deal was once a week, remember?” I take a sip of coffee to give myself time to think as I study the bright-eyed teen.

“I know, Mr. P,” the color in her cheeks gets even brighter, “but I feel awful about being so bad about the rent.” She takes a deep breath and then goes on in a rush, “When my mother let my father down, she'd always do whatever she could to make it up to him, like cook his favorite meals and ... well I bet she did something like this too.”

The only thing more problematic than having Alison hating the way I **** her to sleep with me, is for her to fall in love with me. The last thing I need is a love-struck teen mooning over me. A little bit of hot sex is one thing, but starting a whole new life with a girl young enough to be my granddaughter is a whole different story. Alison seems to sense my hesitation and decides to push even harder to make it clear what she wants.

“I want to make this right, Mr. P.” The dress falls the rest of the way to the tiled kitchen floor and she steps delicately out of the pile of yellow completely nude all the way down to her bare feet. “I'll do anything you want.”

If Alison knew what old men like me fantasized about when they checked out the fresh young coeds walking around town, she might not be so ready to use the word 'anything'.